RATES OP ADVEHTTSIi:Cr. t vvm.nmv.B treat wswamuf, sr J. E. WENK. Omos In BrarUoh A Co.'s Buildini, 3ET..M STREET, - TIONESTA, PA, TicriMH.ei.no ikti. Yr,. No PMbscrlptimiM received for a shorter pt riod thnii 111' 00 UKitillio. ' (J i ii'iiiii!muw nolieited from all parts of the cii'iniry. N'liiDiico wi 1 betk;a of anonymous '.'llllllll'lllil'Ht.dllB. Om Rqnsrs, one Inch, one lnrf'(n.a. ft M One Square, mis irWi, one month....... I f (hie K'jn&re, (ins irnh, three mouths... I ti Ono .'cinaro, oae hioh, one yes. 10 H Twu juore, otie yr.... 11 19 Quart' t Column, un year H Unit Column, one yw .... HN One Column, one year.. ... lHtl f?al notions at established ratoa. Starfishes and death notifies sraMa. All bill for yoarly sdrsrtUfuisnta ollt4 quarterly. Tsmp'jrary advertissmsnta -oust fcs paid for in adriuiee. Job work, OMh on delivery. Vol. XV. No. 8. TIONESTA. PA, WEDNESDAY, MAT 17, 1882, $1,50 Per Annum. ft The Seasons. The little snowfUkes coins When the singing birds are dumb, And fill the empty nost; And the frost npon the pane Mimics ferns and boarded grain, And the bloRSoms we love boat. The pretty wind-flowers rise With an air of sweet surprise When the laughing spring Calls the crocus from Its sleep, Bids the grans begin to creep, And the sparrow sing. The daiHies' lint-white flocks Push and jostle; and the locks Of the barborry shine, When the mosses' fringes spread, And the deddor's jeweled thread Make the meadows fine. When the autumn walks abroad, Torches of the golden-rod Burn the livelong day; And the birds are flying far When witch-hazel's yellow star Lends its little ray. Mary A. Presoott. STRATAGEM. I am a spinster, aged but do, I will not tell yon my age and I live in a lit tle white house on the side of the hill, surrounded by fruit trees and lilac, bushes, while in the front of the house is a little garden with hollyhocks, mari golds and a plentiful supply of spear mint, which is so nice for soup, and a sprisr of wake-robin, which is very good for weak eyec. I am plagued with weak eyes some. Here I live alone by mysi'lf not Alone either, for haven't I Towzer, a big black dog, with a faoe that is a mix ture of gray and white, and great brown oyes with a look almost human in them, nnd a great deal more expression than ha that simpering Sarah Smytbe. She Hays I am a conceited old maid, Onh waiting for a rlmnce to gt married the ninny I Why shouldn't I, if I have a good chance V It would be handy to have a man brine: water, chop kindling and stretch clotheslines on washdays f. may be out of the market now before she is, the little goose ; for when I turn my on p over after drinking tea I al ways do the grounds say a long jour ney with three dots at the end, which Btands for a crown ; and if that isn't marriage I'd like to know what is? If nothing happens to interoept for tune I shall have him call me Billie; it is so much more loving anl affectionate than Priscilla. New my name is one of those things that never can be ac counted for; for why should they name such a loving person Prisoilla Nettle ton ? And to tell the truth the man who gets Frincilla might do worse. I don't want to brag, but the man or wo man who finds any dirt in my house has got to hnnt for it; and I can make piecrust that would melt in your mouth, and rhubarb tarts and huckle berry hollows that would do your soul good. In my mind a man's love has a great deal to do with the condition of his stomach. Then I am not very bad-looking; I have a sweet disposition, dress young and that makes me think of Sarah Smythe again; that girl is a brier in my flesh. She Bays, coming home from meeting the other Sunday so I could hear her, too' ; "If old Miss Nettleton hasn't got a pink gingham just like mine, and made just like it, with three flounces 1" Says I: "You good-for-nothing little minx, why shouldn't I have a pink gingham with three flounces if I pay for it ? Your . father is in debt to everybody in Thorn 'asville !" Don't yon think she got mad just my Baying that folKs don't get mad as easy as that unless you bit them pretty close and says she : You're a meddlesome, interfering old maid I" Just think of calling me an interfer ing old maid ! Now that is a downright fabrication. I don't want anybody to be wicked, bnt if they are I want to know all about it, and I won't uphold anybody in their wicked ways by with holding my opinion, and if Abby Nicholas is going to have a light in her front room until half-past 10 Sunday evenings, I have a right to call in there about that time if I want to. And if Sara Perkins and her husband don't get along I want to know that, too. I knew they wouldn't; why, Sara can't make brown bread fit for my Towzer to eat; and that soargy white bread is what has given poor lVrkins the dyspepsia, and in my mind it has something to do with his rheumatism. You have to ,be very careful about raising white bread, for if it stands three minutes too long or too little it is spoilt just spoilt. There comes Mary Green's sassy boy. I must go out and tell him to wipe his feet before he comes in and if he hasn't got a letterl Now u letter always sets me shivering like, for they are almost al ways trimmed with black; but this one isn't. I most wish it was, though. " Dbab Miss Nettleton: I wrote you some time ago informing you of the death of your kinsman, John Vance. I now feel it incumbent on me as his friend and the guardian of his onl child, Dolly, to say that, as she has no permanent home, it might be pleasant for you to have her come to you. If I . reoeive no answer by next week I shall take silence as oousent, and you may txpeet her the first of the week after. Very respectfully, "W. Kelleb." Isn't that cool, though ? Why, she will be as much trouble as was Towzer in nis juvenile days, danoiDg in and out, and I shall have the doors to shut after hor, and my kitchen will have to be washed twice u day, and she'll want to sit in the front room and have the cur tains up, and iuy rag carpet will be all faded out; and I shall never know whero to find nothing. Now, if I lay a thing down it stays there till I piek it ' up narain. Why, i could darn my stock ings in the dark, and lay my hands on the right number of cotton to darn them with. Number sixteen is in the right hand corner, number eight is wrapped in paper, number twelve is in a rag. Things will be mixed in the family circle. Now I have my corner, Towzer has his and Nepenthe hers. Did I tell you about Nepenthe ? Well, she's a re markable cat of three colors, is double pawed and has great yellow, moon likn eyos. But it is no reason because thero are four corners in the room that I want Dolly Vance set up in the fourth, i I don't want her, but I sup pose she will havo to come. It's my misfortune to have relations. She came. Now if I don't tell you how she looks you will be wondering what sbe is like, and think her eyes are like r-nnuhine and her hair like spun silk. They aren't neither one nor the other. She has brown eyes that have such a queer way of shutting together whenever I say anything, and then she puts her handkerchief over her mouth. I suppone she shuts her eyes to take in better what I have to say, and puts her hankerchief to her month to keep the idea in; as if people heard with their mouths ! And then she has brown hair jnpt the color of her eyes, which she wenrs braided down her ba;k with the end curled; and the time she wastes twisting that one curl would knit a pair of shell stockings. But Dolly don't like to knit nor scour tin pans, nor to learn any accomplishments. However, she does well enough, and we get along oicel.r; anybody could get along with as amiublH a person as I. One day Dolly says: Cousin I" Then she makes a long pause and says 1 : "Dolly, if you have got anything to say, ray it, and don't wait till that dish water gets cold and the grease settles aronud tho edges of them boilers." "Well, cou&in, I was going to say that if you had no objections, I have a friend from Sweetwater, Mr. Howard, that J. would like to have come here once in a while; it is bo very lonely." "Lonesome for them that's got noth ing to do," says I. " Now, Dolly Vance, after all the good advice I've given you! Why, I've talked to you hours and hours about the frailties and disap pointments of this world, and I've just wasted my breath. As if we didn't have work enough to do now 1 There's more than forty chips about that chop ping block to be picked up, and there'8 that rising sun bedquilt to be set to gether, and squash pies to make, and that old speckled hen's come oil with sixteen chicks; of course she'd hatch every one if she stole her neBt. I shouldn't think you'd have thought of such a thing as a beau. Wait until you get a little older sy my age, now." I think she will remember that, for she clapped her hanas right over her mouth bo as not to forget it. " But I knew it would come to this I told you so. If it was a deacon or a minister, or some kind of a religious man, I wouldn't have minded bo much." "But Mr. Howard? is just as "good as" "Don't tell me ! I know he is just good for nothing, or he would want some girl that , knew something about work, and not one that burns her hands every time she turns a pie round in the oven." After this there was a calm in our mill-pond of an existence I have read of life's being like a river, and why not like a mill-pond, which is much smoother a,nd more poetical? and nothing occurred to disturb' my sweet, serene disposition, until I saw Tommy Green coming over again with a letter. I declare it set me in a perspiration all over I I hoped no more cousins had died and left their orphans as legacies to me. Dbab Miss Nettlbton : I am a min ister in somewhat poor health; have a disease of the heart; and the doctor eays I must have quiet and rest for a while. Hearing of your little Eden of a place, I hope and trust it may be my good fortune to engage board there for a few weeks. Will pay seven dollars per week. Geo. Rushing." Of course I would take him ! It wonld be flying in the face of Provi dence and fortune not to. Poor, Jear man 1 ho had the heart disease, but I'd cure him of that that is if he would take the catnip tea and thorvughwort. Seven dollars a week, too I If he stayed four weeks that would be twenty-eight dollars; twenty-five to lay up in the old tea pot, and three left to spend. I de cided to buy me a red feather for my bonnet with a dollar and a half, and with the rest get Towzer a new brass brass collar, with a little padlock and key on it "Dolly," Bays I, as she came in with her cheeks as red as one of them red hollyhocks I don't like red cheeks myself" I've got a letter from Parson Hashing, and he wants to come here to board a few weeks at $7 a week." " Of course you won't take him," says she. " Of course I shall 1" Bays I. The next week the same one-horse chaise that brought Dolly fetched the parson, and now he's quite at home, lie is real nice looking; his hair and mustache is gray, but his eyes are black and bright, and he is not the least bit of trouble, and I think after a while he will get over the dyspepsia and that hacking cough of his. It is some better now. He taken long walks in the morning for his health and also in the pursuit of science (he is very learned), and brings home lots of bugs and beetles ugh I the nasty things! Not that exactly, either, for Parson Rushing says somo of them are very curious and quite rare, so of course they are. After the sun has gone down they take a row on the river; yes, they, for Dolly doesn't steady herself down to anything, and so she is always ready to set out when the parson is, while I never, or scarce ever, go with them, as I have the dishes to wash in the morn ing and the pans to ecour and the floor to scrub; Parson Rushing does so like to see a white floor I At night there is the bread to toast, and he is so partic ular about that. One night 1 did go rowing, and if it wasn't a blessing I got back again and alive! Why, that boat pitched and rocked and dove, till my head buzzed and my stomach felt so queer, all be cause I was physically bilious, and dis inclined toward rowing.the parson said. But he did his best to make it pleasant and rowed until his face was red ; and he would go from one side of the boat to the other as quick as lightning to see if there was a fixh at my line, and then tho boat would give one of them lurches, till I was afraid it would take in water at the sides ; and I had to pretend it was delightful, when it was so horrid. It was like a nightmare chasing you over a stony pasture. It was the thankfallest moment in my life when Towzer came down toward ns and I knew I was on Trilla Frilla (that's French) once more. But my troubles weren't but half over, for when we got home Dolly had scorched the toast a'hd burnt the bread, and the tea wasn't steeped, and the elder said if he drank sucn weak tea as that he wag afraid it would set him in the dyspepsia again, and looked reproachfully at Dolly. But don't you think that instead of looking meek and being sorry as she should, the heartless girl just laughed and laughed until she jarred over the tea in the elder's cup. I always fill his cup full. Thoro are some people who never do care about other people's feelings I Now I am not one of that kind, and I felt very much for the parson; but at the same time I thought it would do him good, for he would now know bet ter than ever how to appreciate ray good cooking; not but what he did, dear man! but now he would come to a fuller knowledge of it by experience; and, too, he'd know I'd given Dolly a chance, and not kept her in the background. The other day he was saying that it was a very excellent thing for young ladies (that's me) to have a thorough knowledge of housekeeping, and he did not see what some people could be thinking of to bring their daughters up in idleness now Dolly was brought up when she came here, bo thai isn't me nor what men could be thinking of to take such girls as wives. Parson Rushing had been here three weeks to a day, and an awful hot day it was, to my thinking, and I had just made up my mind that when I finished washing the floor I would refresh my mind with Dr. Watts' hymns for an hour or so, and rest my weary brains. Parson Rushing says the mind must have something to feed on as well as the body. Well, I had just got com fortably settled down in my corner, with my feet placed carefully on a cushion, but had not got down to the bottom of the first page when in Towzer came in with oh. horrors! He had scalpad Parson Rushing, for there were his lovely gray curls, and the dog came and laid the trophy at my feet. I took it up and walked tip-toe to the sitting-room, where Parson Rushing and Dolly were taking notes of their morning ramble. Having arrived at the door I paused why or for what rea son I cannot say; it must have been a presentment of the great sorrow that was already over my head. Having, as I said, come to the door, I paused. Now this door had a aperture a crack that extended tho whole length of it; unto this aperture I applied my eye, and bnt words are inadequate to express my thoughts, letters are not black enough to convey my feelings. There sat Par se:! Hushing (for it was he) minus the gray curls, bereft of gray whiskers, which were in a chair, and in their stead were short black Bide whisK-rs and mustache and close cropped b i jk curls; his eyes and nose, which had a little scratch on it from Nepenthe's claws I wished she scratched more affectionate ly !-r-were the same. Well, there he Bat, looking as oool and comfortable, and beside him that little witch, Dolly I always knew there was something deep about her and he was talking away, and she a-chattering, By-and-bye he took one of her hands, and, bending over would you believe it ? I can, hardly kissed it ! At this sign of love, unreciprocated affection burnt in from the door. " How dure you thus trifle with a con fiding maiden's love? How dare you " "I am not trifling at all. I was never more in earnest in my life. Allow me to introduce you to my affianced wife." Saying this he arose and took Dolly by the hand; she began with : " Cousin, this is the friend I spoke to you about when I first came, but you would not allow him to visit me unless he was a deacon or a nraister. Acoord ngly he adopted the latter role. To day the weather was bo unbearably warm that he was forced to take off his whiskers and wig. I hope you will for give us, cousin." That I never will !" Baid I. "A girl who will deliberately steal the affec tions of a man from such a loving, trust ing woman as I " ' But, cousin," with a very peculiar smile " I had his affections before he ever came here. Had I not, George ?" " That you had, my darling, and always will have." " Then he said a lot more of foolish stuff that I don't remember. Bnt the short and the long of it waa they went to the city and were married and set tled at housekeeping in no time at all. I occasionally drop in and have a cup of tea when I go to the city shopping. But I never will forgive them. Towzer has his brass collar, padlock and all. Saved from Cannibalism. On Christmas day, in the Pacific ocean, three boat loads of people yut off from the hopelessly burning coal ship Milton. .Last evening, Bays the 8an Francisco Call of recent date, the Burvivors of the second boat load heard from arrived in this city by the steamer Newbern from Mazatlin. The survivors were Captain McArthur, his wife, two children and one Bailor. They had been taken from a Mexicaru coasting schooner by the Newbern on tier down trip. Two days be fore that the schooner had picked them up, the captain and his family looking little better than bronzed skeleton, one sailor a gibbering maniac, the other senseless. A two-year-old child of the captain's was dead. All had been in an open boat forty-six days. For many days they had subsisted npon a mouth ful of food and a spoonful of freshened ocean water. When the Mexicans schooner took them on board one sailoi overcome all restraint and drank him self to death with the water furnished. "For the love of God give me pass age to some place where my wife and etiild can have proper care," the wrecked captain said to Captain Huntington, of the Newbern, when the steamer was ap proached by a boat from the coasting schooner. Tho survivors were taken aboard. "There is a white man among them for I can tell by hia voice," an English lady on the Newbern said. " but how dreadful that poorsquaw looks." It was the captain's wifc, her exposed flesh burned to a darker hue than an Indian's, that the lady, thought was a squaw. The maniac . Bailor died from the ef fect of the water, which he hoped would give him new life, soon after he was lifted on- board the steamer. The others were tenderly cared for. The captain's little boy, only four years old, looked wildly strange and unnatural. " But, bless you," an of ficer of the Newbern said to a Call re porter, wo eould just see him grow fat and natural-like from meal to meal." The little fellow, who had stood what killed three of the strong sail ors, was Boon a great favorite with every man on the Bteamer. The captain's wife, when Mazatlan was reached, after being on the steamer three days, gave birth to a son. It was two weeks old when the Bteamer arrived at the wharf, and a lively, bright infant. Such is the story of their rescue. Words cannot picture the Bufferings they endured in the forty-six days in an open boat; days when the mother saw one babe waste away to dea'h for the lack of even enoh scanty nourish ment as had to be dealt to all; days when the clear-headed captain had to tie to the thwarts two of the crazy Bailors to prevent them from feasting in fact upon the weaker ones, upon whom their delirum-lighted eyes flashed hungrily, longingly; days when distant sails would loom np, wildly revive sinking hope, disappear, and drive hope into a greater, blacker distance; days when the sufferings of all were nearly ended by drowning, when the crazed man's wild plunging nearly capsized the boat. It was a ter rible picture, and one which the imag ination alone pan attempt feebly to paint. " Ah!" the wife and - mother said one day on the steamer, as the passengers were at dinner, if my dear baby boy had had eaoh day a mouthful of the water so lavishly dealt out here." Popular Resorts in a Spanish Town . The people (of Toledo) generally were very simple and good-natured, and in particular a young commercial traveler ironi Barcelona whom we met exerted himself to entertain us. The chief street was lined with awnings reaching to the curbstone in front of the shops, and every public doorway was screened by a striped curtain. Pushing aside one of these, our new acquaintance introduced us to what seemed a dingy bar, but by a series of turnings opened out into a spacious oonoealed cafe that of the Two Broth ers where we frequently repaired with him, to Bip chiccory and oognao or play dominoes. On these occasions he kept the tally in pencil on the marble table, marking tbe side of himself and a friend with their initials, and heading ours "The Strangers." All travelers in Spain are described by natives as "Strangers" or "French," and the rep utation for a pure Parisian accent which we acquired under these circumstances, though brief, was glorious. To the Two Brothers resorted many soldiers, shop keepers and housewives during fixed hours of the afternoon and evening, but at other times it was as forsaken as Don Roderick's palace. Another place of amusement wae K9 Grand Summer theater, lodged witnin the ragged walls of a large building which had been half torn down. Here we eat under the stairs, lnxuriating in the most expensive seats (at eight cents per head), surrounded by a full audience of exceedingly good aspect, including some Toledan ladies of great beauty, and lis tened to a zarzuela, or popular comio opera, in which the prompter took an almost too energetic" part. The ticket collector came in among the chairs to take np everybody's coupons, with very much the air of being one of the fam ily; for while performing his Btern duty he smoked a short brier pipe, giving to the act an indescribable dignity, which threw the whole business of the tickets into a proper subordination. In returning to our inn about midnight, we were attraoted by the free cool sound of a guitar duette issuing from a dark street that rambled off somewhere like a worm-track in old wood, and, pursuing the sound, we discovered, by the aid of a match lighted for a cigarette, two men stand ing in the obscure alley, and serenading a couple of ladies in a balcony, who positively laughed with pride at the attention. The men, it proved, had been hired by some admirer, and so our friend engaged them to perform for ns at the hotel the following night. George P. Lathrop, in Harper. A Sailor Coon. A correspondent of the Forest and Stream, who used to sail a fast yacht, the Decoy, describes one of his crew, a pet coon, caught when young and raised in the boat-house. The yaoht never Bailed without him. He was " forward man." Often when the sea was heavy it would wash him from the deck into the boiling foam, but in an instant he was again at his post, and gave ns all to understand by a peculiar guttural sound that he meant business. He delighted to sit on the end of the bowsprit, and when we would cross a boat's bow, or take the wind out of her Bail, he talked. Sometimes a comiDg sea would chase him up the jibstay a foot or two, but ho never failed to regain his old position. In moderate ..weather, and the water smooth, he would come aft, and looking at me knowingly, would mount the tiller; and with one paw placed affec tionately on my arm, would sail the boat for miles. Then he did talk. He had been shot at several times from rival boats, and he knew them all as well as we did. Once he was badly hurt, and falling from the end of the bowsprit into the water, I picked him np as he drifted by. The ball had passed through his intestines. He was a sick coon, almost unto death. We ran into Gloucester, where ' a surgeon, a friend of ours, attended his wound. How often he thanked that man for his kindness the God that has given life to all can only tell, for he was then to weak to talk. We all loved vhim, and it was reciprocated. How our hearts warmed and throbbed in sympathy for that innocent, unof fending atom of the great creation. He got well, bat he never ventured out on the bowsprit any more. Quiet after noons in the boat-house he would climb np gently into my hammock, and softly comb down my beard with his paws, and brash the flies away until I snored; then he knew I was dead to all earthly things, and in a minute he wonld have my watch and money down to the last cent, and, in fact, everything about my clothes. Unlike, however, the genu's man with all his godlike gifts he gave his plunder baok, and told me plainly he could have robbed me if he lined. Norwegian Glaciers and Folk-Lore. A correspondent of the Nature gives some curious particulars of the advance of a Norwegian glacier known as Buer broe, near Odde on the Sorfjord. "I visited the place," he eays, "in 1874, and the recent plowing up of a con siderable bit of the valley by the vast irresistible ice-plow was very strik-'ng, while the glacier itself was very beau tiful. My object, however, is to repeat a strange piece of folk-lore, which tends to show that in this particular spot the advance of the glacier must have been long-continued. The legend was told me by Asbjorn Olsen, an intelligent guide at Odde, who speaks good Eng lish. The tale was that long ago the Buer valley extended far into the mountains, and was full of farms and cultivation. It had alo a village, a church and a pastor. One winter night when a fearful storm was threatened, three Finns (i. e. Lapps) entered the valley and begged shelter in vain of the inhabitants. At last they asked the priest, and he too refused. Then the wrath of the heathen wizards was raised and they solemnly cursed the valley and doomed it to destruction by the crawling power of the ice, until the glacier reached the lake below. The Lapps were seen no more, but on their disappearing the snow began to fall. The winter waa terrible. The glacier ap proached by awful steps, and by degrees engulfed the cursed valley and farms. Nor is the curs yet exhausted, for the glacier creeps down the valley eaoh year, and has yet a mile to go before it reaches its desti nation in the lake above Odde. I am no judge of folk-lore, but this weird tale seemed to me a genuine piece of it, and not invented for the occasion, as Olaea gave it half jokingly as the tradition of the district. The farmer who owns the remnant of the doomed valley wanted then to sell it, as he saw his acres bwullowed up each year, but no one will buy. If this tale be genuine it points to a pro longed advance of the Folgefond, which has Jed to the tale of the Lapps cursa,"' Hands. t. little hand, a fair, soft hand, Dimpled and sweot to kiss; No sculptor ever carved from stoae A lovelier hand than this. A hand as idle and white As lilies on their stems; Dazzling with rosy finger-tips, Dazzling with cruBtod gems. Another hand a tired old hand. Written with many linos; A faithful, weary hand, whereon The pearl of great price shines. For folded as the winged fly Sleeps in the chrysalis. Within this little palm I see That lovelier hand than this. Harriet Prencoll Spciford. nUMOR OF THE DAY. Arabella No; powder will not znakt your hair bang. Circus jokes are generally served np like boiled mutton with caper sauce. Moonbeams are the strongest tim bers used in building castles in the air. Picayune. The contribution plate passed about in a fashionable church is apt to come back nickel plated. Pioayune. Fashionable ladies with short sleeves wear their bracelets above the elbow. Policemen continue to put theirs on the wrists. He who courts and goes away Slay live to court another day; But he who weds and courts girls still. May got in court against hia will Salem Sunbeam. An Italian glass manufacturer i3 mak ing a great suocess with ladies' glass bonnets end hats. Thank heaven! W will now have something transparent Rome Sentinel. Our Continent says that marriage it on the decline. That may be, bnt the ladies who are over fifteen and under sixty years of age are cot muoh. on the decline. exas Siftingt. A little boy who wouldn't run to the store for his mother until he had a drink of water, pleaded in extenua tion of his disobedience that " even a river couldn't run when it was dry." A scientist says that every adult per son carries enough phosphorus in his body to make at least 4,000 of the or dinary two-cent packages of friction matches. That is a scientific faot that is of very little value to a man who comes home in the night, smashes everything on the bureau in searching for a match, and realizes that all the 4,000 match-power phosphorus con cealed inside of him will not light the gas, Sitings. Early Japanese Books. The earliest Japanese printed books were reproductions of Chinese classical and Buddhistical works. The oldest which has come down to modern times was produced about A. D. 1200 ; but it shows that much skill had been attained by the engravers. The first really na tional work printed in Japan was the Nihongi, or Japan-Chronicles, at the very end of the sixteenth century; although it had been in existence in manusoript most probably since A. D. 720. Wuen the Jap anese hero Hideoyshi oonqnered Core an 1594, the Japanese found that the Coreans had been employing moveable oopper type since the fourteenth cen tury. One Corean book appears authen tically to date from 1317 and 1324, 120 years before the earliest printed book known fn Europe ; and there is a dis tinct mention of the production of type in Oorea by molding and casting about 1420. The Japanese immediately adopted the invention, and all their books for thirty or forty years afterward were printed with moveable types ; bnt a return was made to blocks, which continued to be used for the vast ma jority of publications. The earliest illustrated Japanese book kuown is dated 1610, but engravings of popular gods exist as old as 1017 and 1282. James? Jindget. Death from a Tower. Four suicides during the present cen tury have been committed at Bologna Italy, by jumping from the top of the famous leaning tower, Asinelli, the climbing of which involves a toilsome journey np more than 400 worn and dusty stairs. The first case occurred in 1833, when a shoemaker, while sitting astride one of the battlements, drank a flask of wine as he waa singing, and then allowed himself to fall backward into space. The second was in 1S74, a young man, aged twenty -three, allowed himself to fall, with a handkerchief tied round his eyes, leaving his coat, hat, sleeve cuffs, and two letters be hind him. The third happened two years later; an old man went up with his boy nephew, and while the boy was obeying his directions to write the word " infamy" on the wall, tnrew himself over the battlement. The fourth suicide has just taken place. A youcg man who had failed in a certain examination, ascended the tower with the keeper, lighted a cigarette, and while tbe keeper was showing him the bell, jumped off. Two ladies and gen tlemen came up just after he had jumped, and found that the keeper had fainted from fright. Grit is the grain of character. .It may generally be described as heroism ma terialized spirit and will thrust into heart und brain and backbone, so as to form part of the, physical pubatative of. Uia man,
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