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O.Vi'.'s in Bmpsrljangh at Co.'g DiiiMing,
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ri litMS, Cl.fio I'ICIi YEAH.
Our One Life,
Tin not f ir i.hii to trifle, life la brief,
Aiid sin In bore
Our a" is but the fulling of a loaf,
A dropping tnivr.
We. l.flvo no tiino to sport away Hie home;
Al! must bo oarnoat in a world like ours.
Ut ninny lives, but only one have we
One, only one.
How sacred should that one life ever be,
That narrow pn
ly after day filled tip with bloggcd toll,
Ilonr after hour still bringing in now spoil
Onr being is no shadow of thin air,
No vacant droam,
No fable of those things that nevor wero,
lint only seom.
Tis full of moaning as of mystery,
Though strange and solemn may that moaning
be.
Our sorrows are no pbaiitoms of the night,
No idle tale,
No cloud that OoaU along a sky of light
On summer galo.
They aro the irue realitioa of earth;
Friends and companions, even from our birth.
Oh, life below bow brief, 'and poor, and sad 1
One heavy sigh t
Oh, life above, bow long, how fair, and glad !
An endloss joy I
Oh, to bo done, with daily dying here
Oh, to begin the living In you sphere. :
Oh, day of time, how dark ! Oh, day and earth
IIow dull your hue 1
Oh, day of Christ, how bright 1 Oh, sky and
earth
Made fair and new I
Conso; butter Kdon, with thy freshor groon I
Como, bi-ightor Balom, gladden all the scene 1
Sonar.
IXY LUCKY HIT.
I like change; I delight in the un
Vnosrn and unexpected, in contrasts and
adventures. I had been "out several
hbous, and knew by heart the deadly,
lively routine of a winter in the city.
Therefore I was spending the winter in
the mountains of Maryland with Mar
garet Hastings. ...
Margaret hid been a "belle, a beauty
and an heiress," a wife and a mother.
Buo was now only the last Her hand
some hunt and had carried her awa
from her past, worn out her beauty,
bpent her fortune, and died in time ti
rave hia memory, at least. She shot
berlf away from the world to monrti
for him in singleness of heart, and givt
her time to his children.
It was something of a surprise whei
she wrote to me, once her intimate, and
begged me to ooroe to her fo the nex
four months. 8he had quietly and
et-eadilv refused all advances for so Ion
that we had grown indifferent to 1 ei
movements, and seldom spoke of her,
icppt to pity her changed fortunes ami
her infatuation. When the letter cam
I forgot her rf jeotion of intended kind
neses in the quite eelflbh idea of some
thing new. It was not until I saw her,
pale and sweet and sad, that I felt for
her any of the old-time love, and re
dined there might be more in my life
with her than the mere escape from tire
some sameness or the rapidly waning
pleasures of novelty.
She lived in a small house on the
mountain side a curious, rambling,
one-storied structure, witn an attic, in
which we slept, and o id little porches
between the downstairs rooms, where
they jutted out or lapped over each
other.
She "kept her carriage'' a light
rockaway and a steady horse ; and her
servants, one old woman, a half-grown
girl and a young man.
Everything around her was neat, but
plain in the extreme. Society there
was none, vine few farmhouses scat
tered here and there along the valley
wero oniv shelters for their hard work
ing, poorly repaid owners. No one had
time for mere courtesies or means for
other than pure hospitality food and
warmth lor those who absolutely needed
them.
She was the "great lady" of the
oountry, and went to and fro in a sort of
stately exclusiveness, which enabled
her to devoto every moment to her
little oues a boy and a girl. I c"Id
not wonder aha had at last grown restive.
end reached out a longing hand for
some kindred touch.
We had a v.ry pleasant time together.
it was so delicious to do nt as one
pleased, and take up only suoh interests
as one chose. 1 read a good deal, and
walked, and drove and, above all,
' talked.
There was so much to tell of my
world, once Margaret's as well. And
there were some things to hear in the
quiet hours when the depths of our
natures were reaohed. I began to
believe, after all, that " love is enough,"
for Margaret had had that, and minded
nothing else. Bhe had not been at all
deceived as to her husband's real self,
and did not attempt to deceive me.
They had simply loved each other,
each with the best that as in them
and if his best had beon poor enough,
it wjs his, and sue asked no more.
One nisht we had an adventure that
hUtffrested the charms of more civil
ized state of society, as well as its draw
backe. The children were in bed, the
servants ttphtairs with them the man
went to hia own home at night and we
were remling in the east room.
The siienoe was profound. The very
fire was noiseless. Suddenly we raised
our heads with one impulse nud gazed
ete.a-.Iiiy into each other s eve.
"What is that If" whispcrod Margaret,
after a moment that seemed un age,
"Home oue at the long room win
dow,'1 1 answered, almost breathlessly
The long room ran oil at right angles
from the east room; the dining-room
branched off from the long room, paral
lel with the east room.
Between thorn was a covered porch.
Each had Ihree or four windows and
two or three doors. There was not a
shutter to the first nor a bolt to the
last. And we were a houseful of women
unarmed and unprotected.
The noise continued. There was no
doubt of its rneanincr. Some one was
nrying the windows of the long room,
oteadily, carefully, persistently.
To reach the stairs and join the rest
of the household we must either pass
through the long room, all uncurtained
and open to inspection from three sides,
orcross the porch to the dining-room,
thus going out into the black night
where we knew not what danger lurked
unseen, but fearfully roar.
We sat in terror too deep for words,
and then, as with one thought rose,
slipped quietly through the door on to
the porch, sped across it, and threw
ourselves breathlessly into the dining
room. "Oh, Fan !" gasped Margaret, "were
you ever so glad in all your life be
fore?" " Never I" I answered. " I thought I
would never reach that door I Oh,what
oan.we do."
" Let ns ask Betty."
In the same noiseless manner we
crept upstairs and roused Betty in her
attio. She was au enormous, dingy old
creature, who looked able to protect
herself and a score of women younger;
fairer and less ponderous. But she
was as great a coward as either of us,
and less cautious.
The young girl awoke calmly, and
instantly got out of bed, and com
menced dressing herself with all speed.,
and no words.
"What are you going to do, Kitty
asked her mistress.
" I'm a-goin' to see ef thore is a man
about," she answered, quietly leaving
the room.
I followed her, and together, holding
each other tight by the band, we crept
iown the stairs again, and softly
iponed tue door or the long room on
he tiny entry. The four gray spaces
n the blackness clearly defined the
window, and at first we could see
lothmg e.se. But there was the noise
nd Kitty's fingers trembled, rresent-
y we saw. A man was bending for-
v ard at the end window, with a regular
low movement, that explained the
iouod perfectly. H e was turning the
undle of some boring instrument just
inder tbe eaten.
We fled precipitately.
" He's ther," announced Kitty, " an'
ie s a-comin' in."
Betty nroaned. It was carina, but
he knowledge that no one could hear
i cry bad the effect of suppressing
them. Under any other circumstances,
vhere there was the faintest shadow of
t nope that it would nave brought us
nelp, 1 am sure each and all of us
vould have sor earned- lustily. But we
knew our danger and its hopelessness,
e were awed from the nrst.
The mountains bad been gaming an
evil reputation for ?ome time ai the re
sort of the border rncians of the war,
Margaret's mode of life, in its differ
ence from their own, had long raised
for the outcome of enormous wealth in
the eyes of the valley people, and her
fame had spread across the rid go.
Kitty put it into words in her usual
terse manner:
1 This comes of yer bii silver teapot,
Mis Hastings.
" Oh, Kitty, hush ! And it is only
plate. Oh, I wish I could throw it out
of the window to him."
"It we only had a horn," I moaned.
" or a pistol."
'1 here s the dinner-norn, cried
Kitty.
"Can you fire a pistol, Fan?" cried
Margaret.
I cau do anything," I answered
fiantically. " Anything but stand here
and wait for that wretch. Kitty where
is the born r
"Out to the barn."
"Oh, you little goose !"
"&nd the pistol is downstairs in
Bertie's tool-chest on the porch,
sighed Margaret.
"There is one, then? Ob, on the
porch I"
I think the fewseoonds that followed
were the longest, the most terrible, the
most hrroio of my life. I have el
felt proud of myself when I recall the
sinking of my heart, and the wonderful
victory over my natural and excusable
cowardice that brief struggle brought
about.
"i will go and get it," i said, very
quietly. "Tell me exactly where it is.'
"Oh, I oanuotl You will have to take
a caudle!"
Could anything be worse? Go out
into the night with my very life
my hand, and a light to show where
I was I But I was wrought up to
" Very well, give me the candle. Kitty.
come down and stand ready to look the
door, if any one comes."
Margaret began to cry and Betty
to
moao, but neither of them uttered
word.
Kitty and I again crept down the
stairs. I had an unlighted candle and
some matches, which really was an after
thought full of relief, since it allowed
me to slip unperceived through the
dining-room door, and to reaoh tbe
chest under the welcome cover of dark
ness.
The night was profoundly dark an
still. 1 remember distinctly the deeper
shadow of the mountain against tb
gloomy sky just over my head as
paused for ono biief second to draw
breath and steady my hand. Then
knelt down, raided the lid of the chebt,
ruck a match, and looked in before
applying it to the candle.
The pititol was ready to my hand, and
recollected that only the day before
Bertie had found it somewhere up
stairs and carried it down in high glee.
I seized it and rushed in to Kitty's
weloome presence. Margaret had joined
her, and had come to her senses.
It is not loaded, Fan," she said
softly, " but I have the cartridges here.
lie is still at work. Light the candle
and slip them in, and then we can fire
from the long room door."
"JDo you mean me to shoot t.heman?"
gasped.
" No, only to fire at him. You'll
never hit him, but I wish I could I"
I followed her advice. I was not an
adept, but I knew enough to load a
modern breechloader. Then we put
out tbe candle, softly opened the door
into the entry and the opposite door
into the long room.
Margaret and Kitty stood oloseto me.
but at my back ; the man was just rais
ing the window.
The next instant the thunder of
heaven seemed ringing in my ears
mingled with the crash of broken glass
and a wild, terrible ery, half-oath, half
prayer, followed by a dull, sickening
thud.
A very demon of rage took possession
of me. All fear was gone.
I dashed across the room, and, one
after another, in frenzied succession,
fired the remaining barrels of the revol
ver out into the night through the shat
tered window. Then I turned and fled
pstairs after Margaret and Kitty, who
were leaning as far as possible from the
attio-window, and screaming for help at
tbe top of their lungs.
It was nearer than we hoped. ..When
Kitty paused to take breath before a
fresh outburst, there were audible
through the thinner piping of Margar
et's cries a violent rattling and rapping
on the door below us.
Kitty only added greater volume to
her shouts; but, nevertheless, I heard
distinctly a clear anl full haloo that
brought comfort to my heart.
Oh, do hush T I screamed, shaking
them vigorously. "There's a man down
stairs. Listen 1" .
" Who's there f piped Margaret,
musically, for all the quaver in her
tones.
"What is the matter, ladies?" an
swered a gentleman's voice. "What has
happened T"
" Oh, for the lovo of heaven 1" burst
forth Betty; "we're all murdered in our
beds?"
Is there anything wrong?" impa
tiently reiterated the voioe.
"Yes, there is," I called in my turn
Who are you, and I will oome down?"
"I am Professor Jou vain."
' From Kalston 1" exclaimed Mar-
rret. " I thought I knew the voice.
Oh. thank God I"
She sank crying on the floor by the
children's cot, and I hurried away. By
the time I opened the east room door,
where the lamp was still bright and the
fire glowing as when we sat down to
our books and a quiet evening, the pro-
tet-Hor naa ueou joiueu vj some in we
. I 1 3 1
neighbors. "
Tbe ringing; shots had eolroed far and
with terrible meaning throngh the quiet
valley. There was the rapid beat ol
running lootsteps, coming nearer and
nearer, to right and lo:t, as we Btood
facing each other.
The professor was tall, dark and
handsome. I saw at a glance, as he
stepped into the ciro le of Lght, that he
was another sort from any 1 bad seen of
late or ever
He was wonderfully ocol and calm
the quietude of strength and gentle
ness. Involuntarily I bent toward him,
relieved, soothed, thankful, at rest.
He drew my hand through his arm, and
led me at onoe to the large, low couch
near the nre.
' Sit down, and tell ns all about it,"
he raid, smiling pleasantly. "Yon are
chilled from exoitement. What has
frightened you? Who fired those
shots r
"I did. Ob, I shot a man I Do you
think he can be dead ?"
"Dead I" cried one of tie farmers,
with a jolly laugh. " My lawd, miss,
I'll bet he ain't dead, ef yon p'inted it
at him."
I heard them all laugh ; I saw the
professor's grave smile ; but I did not
mind it There was more behind than
they knew. The cry and the fall came
back to me with terrible meaning.
"Oh, but he was hurt! It was the
first shot. Oh, somebody, please, go I
lie was at the window of the long room,
on the other porch."
"This way 1" cried Kitty, opening the
door into the long room and taking up
the lamp.
They all followed her except the pro
fessor; I candidly own I held him and
would not let him go.
" Oh, don't leave me I I am so fright
ened. It was so terrible I"
" But it is all over now," he said,
gently. " You must not lose your self
control when yon have been so brave.
I must go now. They are calling me.
Don't move I I will come back and
tell yon what it means."
There was no need for him to oome
back. I heard plainly what they said
to him, although their voices were curi
ously subdued and muffled.
" She's right, professor.- She hit him.
He's a goner 1" said one.
'' Laid him out like a log I" exclaimed
another.
" It's Bam Frout," said a third.
And then it suddenly mulied upon
me in its fall meaning the thing I had
done, and they were putting it into
words, uncouth but freighted with eter
nal woe to a lost sooL
A sense of fear and horror I had never
conceived came upon me, a wild despair
that crushed me, and from which I sud
denly slipped away into a vast blank.
When I saw Margaret's pale face close
to mine, and felt some one's hands
moving across my forehead, and some
one's strong grasp on my hands, I knew
that I had fainted for the first time in
my life, and I knew why.
" Oh, Margaret P I cried, faintly.
But it was the professor who an
swered me, bending over me, and cheer
ing me with his voioe and eyes.
" The man U all right, Miss Fannie.
You did hit him, but he was only
stunned."
"Then I am safe?"
"You are, certainly. And quite a
heroine. As soon as you aro able, if
you wish, you shall see your prize,
although he is not beautiful to look
upon."
Margaret kissed and petted me for a
few minutes longer, and the professor
held my hands and chafed them me
chanically. I was myself again, and a
very merry, light-hearted self I felt
after that terrible burden of blood and
death.
I looked up at the professor and
laughed. He loosed my hands sudden
ly, and stood up very straight.
" Will you come now and see Sam
Prout in the flesh ?" he said, with an
effort to appear unembarrassed.
We went. The farmers were keeping
guard over poor Sam in the dining
room, while awaiting the constable's
arrival.
He was sitting in a great chair, lean
ing his head against the chimney-piece,
a very much used-up man. There was
a good deal of blood about him, and his
head was bound up pretty tidily, if not
scientifically. He looked pale and
dazed aud wretched, and I felt quite
ashamed of myself for" the ruin I had
wrought.
What creatures of the moment most
women are, to be sure I
We only peeped in at the doo for a
few seconds, and then went back to the
east room. Of course we were too ex
cited to think of rest. The professor
had been thrown too close to our inner
lives to seem strange, and we sat over
the fire chatting as oozily as friends of
years. He told us how he came to be
on hand, riding home from a lecture in
neighboring town in order to com
plete some work at the college early
the next day (and whioh, by-the-bye,
he seemed to have forgotten), and we
told him every incident and throb of
feeling during our experience.
We saw Sam frout off in state, and
then went to bed.
The professor and a young iarmor
from the adjoining place volunteered to
remain until morning, and were made
oomiortable before the fire in the east
room.
Left to himself, the professor remem
bered his task, and did set off at day
break, leaving his aduux for us with
Kitty. But he came back that after
noon, and Margaret invited him to stay
to tea, because ho had misseck his break
fast. He did not refuse the invitation.
That was the beginning of a gay
season. We were the belles of the
county, and had admiring and awe
struck visitors from all quarters.
How many times we went through
the recital of our night of terror, I dread
to think. Every nail-hole and paint
scratch about that window remains
photographed upon my mental vision.
Then there came the trial of Sam
Prnnt. and wa had a court Fuene. in
whioh the professor and I seemed to
a arure largely, to the creat delight of
the public and his serene enjoyment,
wa very broadly complimented for my
bravery and prompt action, and Sam
was sentenced and sent off to jail.
" Now, Fan,"sjiid my father, who had
oome down to see me through the or
deal, "I intend to take you home with
me, my fair lady 1 I am inclined to
think Sam was not the only victim of
your night's shooting, and the other
may prove fatal. If it does, youwill be
best out of the way."
"What do you meau?' I asked,
somewhat faintly.
" You know very well what I mean
You are inclined to be soft-hearted to
ward the sufferer, and I am not. You
shall not marry Professor Jouvain, if
oan help it."
" Well, you cau't,"I said, coolly.
Mv father and I were "oronies " al
ways, and said what we pleased to each
other.
He looked at me intently, got up, ad
justed his glasses and then turned me
round for inspection.
"I think you mean it," he said, slow
ly. "And I had such a splendid chance
for vou in New York I"
" I have had two or three myself," I
replied. "But they were nothing to
the professor. He is a man after my
heart."
I saw my father's face redden with
mingled embarrassment, irritation and
amusement, and I turned hastily.
The professor stood lust behind ns
and had heard every word.
I covered my faoe with my hands in
shame and confusion.
" Mr. Crawford," began the profes
sor, instantly and coolly, "it will not
surprise you if I enter upon this sub
ject, since your daughter has broached
it?"
"No, sir; not at all. Nothing sur
prises me now I said my lather, as
coolly.
I felt an arm, strong but infinitely
tender, take me into its kindly shelter.
"Your daughter's expression of her
feelings natirally prepares yod for the
acknowledgment of mine," continued
the professor.
"Naturally," inteiieoted my father
" She is the one woman of the world
to me" here the arm trembled a little,
but held me close. "If jou will give
her to me, I shall devote myself to
making her happy."
" I think you have made a very fair
beginning toward a successful ending,"
said my father, grimly. "Possession
being nine points of the law, I need
make no merit of gracefully ceding tbe
tenth. At all events, she is evidently
yours."
And my father walked away, carefully
closing tne door behind him.
ui course, there could be but one
ending to my story. I have been the
professor's wife these five years, and I
am more than ever convinced that "love
is enough."
But I have never owned before that
the professor, like Sam Prout. was
brought down unexpectedly. When I
is red mat candid oonfession at my
father naif in jest, ball in earnest pro
test against his objections to the pro
fessor I had no idea it would strike
home. Until that moment the profes
sor had never spoken to me of his feel
ing lor me, and I was not at all sure
of it.
How can a girl be sure of suoh a thing
until she is told 7 And what would
have become of me had he met the
acknowledgment in any other way?
But he did not It was all right, as
it turned out, and I don t care in the
least when he laughs at my "lucky hit1
False Eyes.
Most people are under the impres
eion that the artificial eye is in the
form of a globe, and that to have it in
serted it is necessary that the entire
eyeball should be removed. But this is
not the case. In very few instances is
the eyeball completely destroyed, and
to cut it out to make room for a false
eye would be an operation equally dan
gerous as useless. Tho artificial eye is
merely a thin shell of silica that
can be inserted under the
ejelids by the individual himself. It
is held in position by the contraction
of tbe lids, and is moved about by the
optic muscles pretty much in the same
manner as the natural eyo. JNo dis
agreeable sensation U felt by the wearer,
and, as far as appearance goes, it would
be difficult to detect anything out ol
the common, to suoh a degree of per
fection has the manufacture reached.
There is a great difficulty in match
ing e; es, as tho contraction and dila
tion of the pupil when exposed to sun
lght or on entering a room, causes tue
eve. of course, to assume a darker hue
than it really has, owing to the differ
enoo in the density of the pupiL The
only way in whioh this can be remedied
i? to have the artificial eye several
shades darker in color than the natural
tye, a.d this is invariably the practice.
The nrst thing a man, alter getting
n artiucial eye does, is to ask every
friend what they thought of it; whether
it matched in color and size his other
one, and so forth, and the friend, glad
to have a chance of airing an opinion,
after a slight examination declares the
color wrontr and probably the eye a
misfit in every way. The purchaser then
comes running back to the shop and
storms aud rages until he is assured
taat it is owing to a natural phe
nomenon that his eye assumed a
slight change in size and oolor in
the open air, and so on. A comical
dde of the picture is when the party
who is anxious to temedy his defect
cames attended by, 6ay his family and a
few others ; these oollect around him,
and each perhaps selects a particular
eye from the case and deolares that it
is just the thing. The argument waxes
hot and heavy and tne inevitable con
clusion is that the unfortunate man is
compelled to go away with an eye un
suitable in many respects, and whioh he
is only too ready to come back and
change a few days later.
While on the subject of eyes, it may
be said there is scarcely anything more
absurd than the practice usually cur
rent of going to Europe for ophthalmio
advioe whenever it is required. Amer
ican oculists have, long sinoa earned for
themselves a world-wide reputation by
their wonderful skill la treating this
disease, and besides understand the
peculiar phases whioh are the produot
of a different climate far better than
their European compeers could possi
bly do.
Mistaken Kindness.
Mormon wagons took sunflowers along
with them on their way to Utah, and
Iowa formers have had a hard time
ficrhtinsr tho peat. A single Scotch
thistle planted in Victoria the Scotch
men there had a congratulatory dinner
over it twenty years ago has covered
tens of thousands of acres and been tho
destruction of farms. The scattered
(train emptied from the bags of Ger
man troop ships in the Revolution
knocked millions eff the value of cur
grain crop for all time to ocme by bring-
ns the Hessian fly. A careless man set
out a French grape-cutting a few years
ago with phylloxera on it, and the pest
is now sprinkled along the raw no coast,
creeping inland. Its ravages in France
have cost 8100,000,000. A man with a
taste for peppery greens planted water
cress iu New Zealand, and the little
plant has spread so thali the local leg-
nuaiure una io pyruprmi,o u ruuuu oum
yearly to improve the water-cress out
of existence and the water courses. A
kindly, misguided man brought over to
Isew lork a basketful of sparrows not
twenty years ago, and the little wretohes
have already driven half our song birds
into the woods, la South America the
same thing was done, and tho birds are
cleaning out the fruit crop.
Our Manufacturing (Miles. J
The statistics of manufacture, ai
returned for tho tenth census, show
New York to ba the greatest mannf:;r-.
luring ci'y in tho Union, l'hiladei- .
phia, which has hitherto enjoyed that
pre-eminence, is now relegated to the
second place, though its capital invest
ed in manufactures, $170,000,000, is
$(1,000,000 more than is credited to
New York city. In number of estab
lishments New York has 11,102 and
Philadelphia 8,877. The amount paid
in ware durinar the census year was:
New York, $93,370,000; Philadelphia,
60.000,000. The value tf the mate
rials used in the industries was: New
York, 275,000,000, and Philadelphia,
8187,000,000. The value of the prod
ucts was: New York. $148,000,000;
Philadelphia, $304,591,000.
The largest single item of manutac-
ure in .New York is that of men s
clothing, the product of which for 1880
is valued at $60,798,000. The vrairea
paid in their manufacture wore $10,-
00,000. The value of the product in
the manufacture of women's clothing
for the same period is $18,930,000.
Viewing only the value of the product,
meat packing is the second largest in
dustry in New York city, its product
for 1880 being 829,297,000. "Printing
and publishing" shows a product of
$21,696,000. The cigar product is
$18,347,000. That, of refined lard is
$14,758,000, and sugars and molasses,
refined, $11330,000.
In Philadelphia the largest single
product of manufacture in value is
sugar and molasses refined $21,294,
020 The industry having tho largest
capital invested is that of woolen goods,
with a capital of $11,752,900, and whose
product in 1880 was $21,350,000. The
value of the produot in the manufacture
of men's clothing is $18,500,000; that of
cotton goods, $16,350,000; carpets,
$14,263,000; drugs and chemicals, $11,
804,000; machinery, $9,684,900; boots
and shoes, $9,034,000; worsted goods,
8,327,000; hosiery and knit goods,
$7,683,000; printing and publishing,
$6 834,000 leather, dressed skini,
$6,741,000.
The third manufacturing city is uni-
cago, with 3,479 establishments, having
a capital 6f $64,000,000, paying $33,
000,000 in one year in wages, and whose
product in 1880 was $24l,uuu,uuu. ine
leading manufacturing industry is meat
packing, whose product in the census
year was $85,000,000. Brooklyn is the
fourth city, with 0,089 estaDiisumonw,
paying $27,000,000 year's wages, and the
value of whose products is $169,000,000.
The leading article is sugar and molas
ses, refined, the pioduct of which in
1880 was $59,711,000. Boston ranks fifth
on the basis of the value of the manu
factured product, it being $123,000,000;
men s clothing and sugar and moiassf s,
refined, being each $16,000,000. The
sixth city is St. Louis, with a product
of $104,000,000, of which $13,759,000 is
flouring and grist mill products. Cin
cinnati is the seventh manufacturing
city, its produot in 1880 being $94,000,
000. The manufacture of men's clothing
brought $13,873,000 of this aud meat
packing $11,614,000, Baltimore comes
number eight, witn a proauos oi s.o,-
000,000, the largest item of which is
men's clothing, $9,446,uou.
Pittsbur is the ninth m rank oi
manufacturing cities in the vtlne of its
product, which in 1880 wa& 5f74,OUU,uw.
It has 850.000.000 of capital invested
in manufactories, which exooeds that of
St. Louis, Cincinnati, Boston aud Bal
timore, and makes Pittsburg in that
respect the fifth manufacturing city of
the Union, those ranking it being in
order Philadelphia, New York, Ch cago
and Brooklyn. The number of Pitts
burg establishments is l,0(i; tne
men employed are 31,651 ; the
wages paid in 1880 were $16,918,-
426, and the value of the materials used
was Sil.201.000. The largest item of
manufacture is iron and stool, tho prod
ucts of which are $35,490,000. The
next is glass, with a product of $5,000,
Q00. After Pittsburg the cities rank in
the order of the value of their manu
facturing products as follows : Newark,
tenth ; Jersey City, eleventh ; Cleve
land, twelfth ; Buffalo, thirteenth;
Providence, fourteenth : Milwaukee,
fifteenth ; Louisville, sixteenth ; New
Orleans, seventeenth, and Washington
City, eighteenth.
President Arthur's Letters.
President Arthur, it is stated, receives
600 letters every day Allowing 1T3 to
give each letter one minute's tinro, ten
presidential hours of the twenty-four
are accounted for. A famous English
man of a century ago, who suffered from
the same kind of inundation, used
pleasantly to say that one-thud of the
letters he received were answered, that
another third answered themselves, and
that the other third got no answers of
any kind. It is to be supposed that
the President follows the precedent of
the Englishman, who borrowed his
practice from a royal philosopher ol tho
lassio time s.
Laud In Euluud.
Lind in oorn-srowing parts of Eng
land is fulh-ig off in value. .1 small es
tate in one of the eastern counties,
wlrch four years ago w valued at
$125,000, w put up at auction thre
weeks ttfcO and the highest price oflvied
for it was $15,000. It comprises 490
acrof, and Was bought in by the trus
tees. It is said thut iu tho same part of
England much arable laud h running
to vubte for want of capital to pay for
tb n labor it eo Mire. Mo Urujiogt i-
cept grazing and ?airy fanning is
oid
now to pay for tho outlay s.
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