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VOL. XV, HO. 22.
TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 30, 1882.
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Ever) thing Old.
Why talk so much of the ' old" in art
There' nothing new In tlio land:
The sams old earth, the same old sea,
And the tame bright yellow Band 1
There's do other way than to dig, and dig,
For tho silvor and the gold;
And the new bnt teemoth, to hint who dream
eth, For the now U but the old.
For centuries, green, immortal green,
Ha mantled the mountain sides;
While ships go out and ships come in,
With the oldest of old tides.
There's no other lore bnt the old, old Iota,
With its bitter-tweet unrest;
The same in form, through calm and storm,
That stirred old Adam's breast.
The same old moon, with its shining face.
Repeated o'er and o,er;
The same old start that sang for Joy '
When obaoe wa no more.
There's no other way to lire and learn,
Bnt the way of eye and ear
As the prophets learned, when the spirit burned
In thoir hearts while dwelling here.
The fire we built upon our hearths
It is only now in name;
Though it leaps and leaps in a youthful way,
'Tis part of an anoiout flame,
There's no othor way to got one's bread
But to plant in the duakymold;
So the now bnt seemoth, to him who dream
eth Aye, the now is bnt the old I
llru if. A. Kidder.
"THE KING'S BUSINESS
Slowly and aimlessly oat of the vil
lage wandered poor, half-witted Nat
that pleasant sammer afternoon. He
bad no particular destination, "only
goin' somewhere "his reply always to
any question in regard to his move
ments. Doridg the morning be bad
Veen parading the village street, his
1 at trimmed luxuriantly with feathers,
while he sounded forth bis own praine
through the medium of a tin horn. Of
course be bad attracted attention. A
small army of nrobins bad snrronndod
him, front and rear, and he bad taken
their shouts and teasing remarks for
applause and admiration. Bat now his
giandear was gona One by one his
followers had forsaken him, until at last
he was " left alone in his glory," and
with poor Mat, like the rest of us, what
does glory amount to when there are
none to witness ?
And so he moved onward in his drift
ing, uncertain way across the oreek at
the edge of the village, up the mil, un
til his stalwart form stood out against
the sky for Nat was strong in body
though weak in mind : then he passed
down on the other side to where the
road entered a forest which stretched
for miles away. It was here quiet and
lonely, bnt Nat fancied this. lie occa
sionallv liked to escape from human
voices and human habitations, to get
sway by himself and talk with the birds,
the trees and the flowers. Here in the
wood tbe wild vagaries of his brain
found full play. Here no one disputed
his claims to greatness, no one denied
bis being a noted general, a gifted ora
tor or mu ioian, when the fancy seized
him to be such. Iu faot Nat always
had "greatness thrust upon him;" he
was never an ordinary man in bis own
estimation, and he was not now.
But on this occasion a new fancy had
taken possession of bim he was on
business for the King. What King, or
what was the par tio alar business be did
not precisely know, but be had derived
his idea from various sermons he had
beard at the village church and Sunday
school, which he attended with scrupu
lous punctuality through all weathers,
aud although ho understood but little
of the pioceedings, yetchance sentences
had fattened themselves on his sluggish
brain.
"I'm on business for tho King," he
muttered, reaoning up his great strong
band and wrenching a huge overhaul
ing branch from its place and speedily
converting it into a walking slick.
"Yes, I'm on business for the King, tbe
Kicg of all around here, the birds, tho
trees, the flowers and the bumble-boes.
He sent me, He did. Parson said so
t'other Sunday. Tie said the King sent
out his messengers to do his work. He
sent out twelve on 'em onoe't, an they
wasn't to take no money in their purse
nor nothin' to eat. He sent me, 'cause
I hain't got no money an' hain't hud
nothin' to eat all day."
He strode onward, murmuring his
thoughts as he went, until after a time
hA came noon a publio road which ran
through the wood. A placard fastened
to a tree by the roadside attract
ed bis attention, aud he paused
to consider it. He could not
read, but as his eyes were fixed
npon the printed characters the tinkle
of a cow-bell was heard down the road,
and presently a cow came into view, fol
lowed by the short, 6turdy figure and
round, freckled face of Tommy Brock.
Tommy was flourishing a large stick and
shouting at the cow in his efforts to
keep her in a proper homeward direc
tion. As he came up he exolaimed:
Hello, Nat! What are you doin
here V
" I'm on business for the King," re
plied Nat, with dignity,
it cur- -liness for who ?
asked
Tom' , uprise.
i or the' Kicg. He sent me," said
Nat again. "That's his orders there, I
take it," pointing to the placard. "What
is it, Tommy V"
"That? Why that's only an sdver
;.mBnt." answered Tommy, his eyes
mnirir wider in bis astonishment. " It
says, 'Go to Traoey's Half-Way house for
asqnare meal.'"
" Yes, I know'd it! I know'd It!" ex
claimed Nat, exultingly. "Tbe King
said take no money nor nothin' to eat,
an' He'd take keor of me. He rays 'Go,'
an' I'll obey orders," and Instantly bis
Wll figure was moving swiftly down the
road.
Tommy gazed after him a n inu'.e in
bowildered silonco, and then e: chained
emphatically as he turned away:
" My I but ain t he oraoked 1
With rapid steps Nat hurried f r rw"d,
swinging hit huge stick and talk ng to
himself. Ho ha J taken the pluctuu a
a veritable command to go to Traoey's,
and thitherward he direoted his steps.
It was not the first time he had boen
there. On previous occasions when be
passed that way be had been kindly
treated by Mrs. Tracer, and pernaps
that had something to do with the alac
rity of his movement, and be hastened
down the road till it brought bim to a
small stream, on the bank of which
stood a cawmill. Mr. Tracey, the
owner of the Half-way house, was en
gaged at work here, and be turned aside
to speak to bim.
" I'm on business for the King, ana
I'm going' to your house," he announced
with the dignified gravity that belonged
to his royal commission.
On business for the lung, ana goin-
to my house, eh V answered the person
addressed, a good-natured smile cross
ing his kindly face. "Well. I reckon
that's a bi?h honor lo me. You've got
a tramp afore yon, though, Nat a good
seven miles."
" I must obey orders," replied Nat,
simply.
That's right -obey orders. Well,
if you do go tell Mrs. Tracey I'll be
home to-morrow night. Tell her, too.
not to be uneasy about that money bain'
in the house, 'cause I'll see to it when I
oome."
" What money's that?' asked a fellow
workman as Nat turned away,
My pension. My claim was allowed
last week, and I got my money five
hundred dollars yesterday. 1 was
foolish not to put it iu the bank right
off. but I didn't, and as I didn't have
time to go to town yesterday I bad to
leave it at home, X reckon it s saie
Anonirh. till to-morrow night, and
then"
" Hist !" interrupted his companion
suddenly. "What's that ?"
Tracey paused to listen.
" I didn't hear anything," be said.'
" I thou (tlit I heard some one over
there," pursued the other, pointing to
a large, high pile of boards a lew loet
distant the boards being piled in form
of a square, with a large cavity in tbe
center. "Most likely it waa rats,
thouffh."
" More likely to be rats than anything
else, thero s so many about here,' an
swered Tracey, Then he added,
jooularly : " Maybe, though, it's thorn
burglars that's been plajia mischief
'round these parts for the last week or
so maybe thty're stowed away in that
pile of lumber. My I if I really be
lieved that I'd . bo uneasy myself, for
the chaps would have beard all I said
about my pension."
"What burglars is that?" inquired
the other.
"What burglars? Why, man, don't
yon read the papers? Why, only yes
terday the sheriff and his deputies rode
by my house on the hunt for 'em. Last
Saturday night thy broke into Lawyer
Burke s house in the village and carried
off about a hundred dollars, and then
on Sunday night they got into the rail
road station, broke open the safe, and
muda off with about three hundred
more. That's the biggest of their hauls,
though they've entered several other
plaoes."
The conversation was con turned on
this topio for a few minutes, and then
dropped. Neither of the men thought
it worth whilo to investigate the oause
of the noise, and they pursued thtir
work for a short time and were then
called over to tho other side of the mill.
Just as they disappeared a face peered
over the top of the board pile from the
inside, another followed a moment later,
and presontly two rough, villainous
lookiug men came into view, and seeing
they were unobserved, sprang quickly
to the ground and hastened into the
forest.
" Close shave that, as bein' as we was
hid there all last night and all day till
now," said one, as be pushed through
the underbrush.
" Yes ; I thought as onoe them mill
chaps was a oomin' to lodk," responded
the other. "Good for 'em as they
didn't, an' took us for rats ; 'cause tho
p'lice bs ou the lookout now an' we
don't want to use no shootin' irons an
make things too hot. We must move
onfc live.lv from 'ere. Bill."
" Not till we et that 'ere pension,"
answered B.ll. significantly. "That
lay-out weie as good as pitched at us,
an' it 'd be a pity not to take it. 'Sides,
tbe gov'meut owes me a pension for all
tbe time I've lost in jails and prisons,
an' this ere's a good chance to get it. I
ktows where the crib is, 'cause we
stopped there last week for somethin
to eat, don't you mind? This fellow
that owns it was there at the time.
There is nobody but a woman an' two
little una, an' they're easy fixed, an'
there ain't no other house nigh."
" But there's that 'ere other chap as
said as he was goin' there ?"
"Him? He's crazy, an if he goes
there at all he'll only stop a bit an'
move on. A tap on the head '11 settle
him, anyway, if he's there but then
he won't be there."
During this time Nat was not idle.
His tall form, with long and steady
stride, was hastening forward "onbuei-
new for the King." It did not ocur
to bim what he should do when be
reached Traoey's and had been sup
plied with food. At present ne was
"obeying orders" and beyond that his
thought did not go. It was indeed a
long walk he had undertaken, and it
was just at dusk that he reacnea mo
destination. The Half-way bouse was u
lonely hostelry, situated at the inter
section of two road", with no other
house in sight, and was common
stopping-plaoe for persons passing to
and from the city. Nat stepped boldly
upon the brood piazza in front, and
with foil consciousness ol his right
walked unhesitatingly into the pleasant
sittius-room. Mrs. Tracey came for
ward to rapet him.
Whv. Nat. is that you ?"
"Yes'm,"ho answered, gravely. "I
was told to come here an get a square
meal. The King sent me."
The King sent you ? Well I guess
I'll have to give yon a supper then,"
said she. " And by the way, Nat, did
you soo my husband on your way here ?"
les m ; and lie eaia ior me to ten
yon he'd be home to-morrer nignt, an-
for you not to be uneasy oout that
money."
" Oh, dear t I did so hope be'd oome
this evening," she sighed.
She was indeed uneasy on account of
tho money in tbe house. She had slept
but little the preceding night for think
ing of it, and bad worried about it all
through the day, and now another
lonely night was before her. As she
was preparing supper for her guest
another thought came to her. Gould
she not induce Nat to stop there for the
night ? His notion of wandering made
it an uncertain request, and even if he
remained, with his beclouded intellect,
ho could not be depended on in case of
trouble. S '.ill he would be 'oorupanr,
and perhaps he might aid ber she
prayed for that if she needed help.
"Nat," she said, as she poured out a
glass of milk for bjm, "won't you Btay
here to-night V
" I don't know whether it be orders,"
he anewered, uncertainly. " Parson
said tho King sent out Hia messengers,
an' they wasn't to take no money nor
nothin' to eat, an' I don't know if it be
right to stop."
" Oh, yes, it So," replied Mrs. Tracey,
catching at once an idea of his thoughts.
" I heard what the parson said, too.
When the King's messenger entered a
house he was to abide there that is to
Btop. Don't you remember?"
Nat considered the proposition.
"Yes 'm, that's His orders. I'll stop,"
be said.
"And, Nat," pursued the lady, ren
dered eager by ber success, " there's
another thing the King said you heard
it at Sunday -school. He said, ' Suffar
little children to come unto me 'that
is such little children as mine there,"
pointing to them as they stood at her
side. " And the King said, too, ' Who
soever shall offend one of these little
ones it is batter for bim that a millstone
were hanged about his neck, and he
were cast into the sea.' The King
doesn't wish any harm to come to His
little ones, in any way you remember
that?'
"Yes 'm," replied Nat, absently.
"Well, then," oontinued Mrs.lTraoey,
driving tbe concluding nail into her ar
gument, 'l if any bad, wicked mon
should come here to-night and try to
hurt me or these little ones
that belong to the King, you would
help us, wouldn't you ?"
She waited anxiously for the reply.
Nat looked at Jier vaguely for a mo
ment, and then his eyes wandered aim
lessly about the room, and then back
to her. Finally he said, qnietly :
' The King sent me. I ll obey or
ders."
How far he understood she did not
know, and all her effort could draw out
no more definite reply, and with that
she was obliged to be content. As the
evening grew late she provided her
guest with a sleeping place, in an ad
joining room, by throwing a few quilts
on the floor ior nai wouia Bleep no
where else and then she lay down,
without andressing, ou a bed beside
her children. But it was a long time
before slumber visited her troubled
spirit.
As for Nat, no thought of worry or
anxiety for the future was on his mind,
and he "slept the sleep of the jast" and
his dreams were peaceful. But after
a time those dreams beoame dis-
turbed and discordant a voioe
seemed to be calling bim from his King,
and presently. he awakened with a
start.
"Nat! help! Nat, the King wants
you 1" came in smothered tones from the
other room.
In an Instant he sprang lightly to his
feet, and grasping bis stick he strode
forward and opened the door. A fearful
struggle met his view as he entered.
Two rough, evil-looking men were there
one holding Mrs. Tracey, the other
the children and the villains were evi
dently trying to bind and gag their vie
tims. as jxai witnessea me scene nis
tall form seemed to tower yet higher,
and a strange, fierce light gleamed from
his eyes.
"I belong to the King I" he thuu
dered. "How dare you offend His little
ones IT
At this unexpected intrusion one of
the burglars released his hold of Mrs,
Traoev. and sprang forward with an oath
to meet him. But it was in vain. The
great stick was whirled in the air. and
then oame down with fearful force ou
the head of the villain, and he sank
senseless to tiie floor. The remaining
burglar hastened to his oomrada s as
sistanoe. but he was like a child iu the
hands oi r-xiwi, and la a moment be,
too, was helpless and motionless. Nat
stooped and drew, the two insensible
forms toward him.
"Now bring them ropes, and I'll
hang a" he paused, and left the sen
tence unfinished. " But there ain't no
millstones 'bout here to hang 'round
their necks 1" lie added, looking up be
wildered. " Do you b'lieve a big rock
would do? I must obey orders."
" No, I don't believe a rock would do,"
replied Mrs. Tracey, smiling in spite of
her alarm. " Bnt they will be coming
to presently; I would just tie their
hands and fett and leave them until
morning."
"Yes' in, so I will. The King said tie
'em hand and foot that his orders.
They won't cfl'end His little ones any
more," cud in a few minutes Nat had
them safely secured.
1 need not toll of the night that fol
lowed, of how Nat kept sleepless guard
over bis captives, aud oi now, wnen
morning came and help came with it,
the burglars were safely lodged in the
county jail. All that is easily surmised.
But at last Nat was a hero not only in
hi 3 own eyes bnt in the eyes of all
others. Ha bore his honors meekly and
with dignity, as a right belonging to a
servant of the King. He accepted the
numerous congratulations and hand
shakings, wondering, perhaps, what it
all meant, and replying to the questions
heaped upon him with the simple state
ment: '! just obeyed orders." Nothing,
however, could induce him to accept
any reward for his services. The royal
command was to tube no bread, no
money in his purse, and he would not,
But Nat did not lack for friends after
that. He still continued his wander
ing, and, as the story spread, homes
and hearts were open to him every'
where. But it was at Traoey's that he
was more especially welcomed, and as
the years came and went it was noticed
that his visits became more frequent
and his stays more prolonged, indeed,
aB Tracey expresses it :
" He'll get his orders to come here
and die yet, I reckon ; an' he's welcome
to all the care we can give him. An'
just believe that away up in that other
world we read about he u bo as clear
headed as anybody, and in genome
earnest will be forever 'on business for
tho King. " Erslina AT. Hamilton,
Our Continent,
. A Fearful Swim for Lire.
A correspondent, writing from 1
Dorado Ganon, Nov., says : Another of
our old-timers has been swallowed up
by the treacherous Colorado. Barney
Coleman and Benjamin Gooch, accom
panied by two Indians, started up the
river one morning recently in a skiff for
the purpose of catching drift-wood.
After reaching a point between twelve
and fifteen miles up the river the boat,
beooming unmanageable, was drawn
into an eddy and disappeared in an in
stant. The skiff at the time was near a
steep cliff of rocks, whose walls were
two hundred feet in height, and tho
Indians, observing that the eddy was
about swallowing the boat and crew,
jumped out and clung to the rocks and
Gooch endeavored to do the same thing
after them. He secured a slight bold
to the perpendicular sides of the cliff,
clung to it only for a moment, men leu
into the water and was seen no more.
Coleman sprang from the stern of tbe
skiff out into the river and got beyond
the eddy, where ha watched for the ap
pearance of the boat. He bad not long
to wait, but it seemed to him ages,
when he oaught sight of it, bottom up
ward, a few yards down the river, when
he swam after it, overtaking and cling
ing to it.
In this condition, for three muesue
went (shooting I past rocks, plowing
through breakers and whirling about in
eddies, when he came face to face with j
one of those roaring rapids and treach
erons eddies so numerous and bo dread
ful in the Colorado. There was no time
to lose. Another chance botwecn- life
and death, and that chance perhaps was
the only'one in a thousand. The resolu
tion was' formed one moment and ex
ecuted the next. The skiff was in the
midst of the rapids, standing on end ;
another breaker and over it went.
This was an indesoribable moment
to Coleman, whose sole relianoe
had deserted him, as he felt a
prisoner in the bands of death, and
though he had scarcely known ma
strength before here was a desperate
opportunity for its test, and he says that
he felt that he was a mere straw at the
mercy of a wave one second and an eddy
the next.
Here was waged a fierce and pro
tracted struggle for life between a
powerful man and skillful swimmer,
... nrtw . 1 n . 1 1
weighing z-o pounus, ana nrsi a wuu i
pool and then a rapid, whose force and
size and danger can never be realized
except by the man whose life was
trembling in the balance, but courage
and human strength at last prevailed,
and the brave man swam on
over rapids and through whirl
pools for the distance of
three of as perilous miles as was prob
ably ever won by man. Who can : mar
ine bis feelings as he reached in safety
and crawled upon the river bank,
where he lay for some time completely
exhausted ? As soon as he bad rega.ned
sufnoient strength, Oolemau Bet out for
the canon, and, shoeless and naked,
after a tramp of six miles over the bar
ren, rooky mountains and through deep
canons of burning sand in the heat of
a broiling sun, he arrived, his feet
bleeding and fearfully lacerated by the
sharp rooks.
Virtue dwells at the head of river,
to which we cannot ga'; bnt by rowing
against the stream;
WISE WORDS.
Fortune can take away riches, but not
courage.
Small oheer and great welcome make
amerrj feast.
Fortune does not change men, it only
unmasks them. .
Love can gather hope from a marvel-
on littlfl thinor. '
Do not yield to misfortunes, but meet
them with fortitude.
An obstinate man does not hold opin
ions ; they hold bim.
Those who plot the destruction of
others often fall themselves.
That which is belter to be endured
may be sweet to be Temembored.
Trees in the forest may be barren,
but trees in the garden should be fruit
ful. We might as well have no oppor
tunities as not to use the one that we
have.
Hypocrisy is a hard game to play at,
for it is one deceiver against many ob
servers.
The folly of others is ever most ridio
nlons to those who are themselves most
foolish.
Conversation enriches the under
standing, but solitude is the school of
genius.
Nature has given us two ears and but
one tongue, in order that we may repeat
but one-half of what we hear.
Life is not so short but that there is
always time enough for courtesy. Self
command is the main eleganoe.
- Life's Brightest Hour.
" I will tell you when was the happiest
hour of mv life," said h man of great
wealth the other day. " At the age of
one and twenty I had saved up eight
hundred dollars ; I was earning live
hundred dollars a year, and my father
did not take it from me, only requiring
that I should pay my board. At the ago
of twentv-one I had secured a pretty
cottage just outside the city. I was to
pay two-thirds of the money down, and
also to furnish it respectably. I was
married on Sunday, a Sunday in June,
at mv father's house. My wife had
come to me poor in purse, but rich in
wealth of womanhood. The Sabbath
and the Sabbath nkht wa passed
beneath my father's roof, and
on Monday morning I went to
my work, leaving my mother and lis
ter to help in preparing my home. On
Monday evening, when the labors of tho
day were done, I went not to the pa
rental shelter, as in the days past, but
to my own home. The holy atmos
phere of tho hour seems to surround me
even now, in memory. I opened the
door of the ccttage and entered. I
laid my hat upon the little stand in the
hall, and passed on to ttjo kitchen, our
kitchen and dining-room were all the
came then. I pushed open the
kitchen door and was in heaven. The
table was set against the wall the
evening meal was ready prepared by
the hands of her who had come to bo
my help-mate in deed as well as in
name ; and by the table, with a throb
bing, expectant look upon her lovely
and loving face, stood my wife. I tried
to speak and could not. I could enly
clasp the waiting angel to my bosom,
thus showing the ecstatic burden of my
heart. The years have passed long,
long years and worldly wealth hal
flown in upon me, and I am honored
and sought after; but, as true as
heaven, I would give it all, every dol
lar, for the joy of tho hour of that June
evening in the long, long ago."
'lis Father's Completion.
Mr. Blanket sat looking at the baby
with a wistful, far-off look in his eyes,
trying to think of the usflal idiotic, un
meaning and unmeant mings mai peo
ple sav about'new babies, and at last, in
a spasm of originality, remarked that
"the baby had its father's complexion." j
Then all sat and looked at the rich car
dinal hues that made tns wrinkled coun
tenance of the un.ionsoions infant glow
like a mountain sunsot, and nobody said
anything until a feeble voice from an
adjoining room said: "It ' was a good
thing that the rmDy naa u naiurauy,
then, as it required about fifteen years
steady practice, and the co-operation of
three scientific clubs and five political
campaigns to acquire it." Then a sad,
quiet smile stole over the room again,
only broken by the hard breathing of
the baby's father looking at the ther
mometer to see what time it was, while
Mr. Blanket, feeling that he could add
nothing to what had already been said,
stole down tho stairs, softly whisper
ing to himself about some old lool ; but
the company couldn't catch the name,
and the company didn't know whom he
meant.
Parliamentary.
He was a member of the Maine legis
lature and had been sweet toward an
Anrnsla cirl all wiuter. and had taken
her to attend the sessions until she was
well posted in the rules.
On the last dal cf the session, as they
ahttia nar the ueanut stand near the
rinnr. he said to her:
May I offer you my handful of pea
nuts?"
She responded promptly:
"I move to amend by omitting all
after the word hand."
He blushingly aocepted the amend
ment and they adopted it unani
moualv.
It was a hund-some wedding that
followed. Fit l'rtt-y. ,
nEALTH ELMS.
Sugar has been denounced by modern
chemists as a substance, the effects of
which on dyspeptics are deplorable. A
writer in the Medicin Pntdicien, how
ever, does not partake of these fears.
He cites the case of a dyspeptio dootor,
who, for twenty years, btd a terror ol
sugar, but who now consumes three and
three-fourths ounces of sngar daily,
without inconvenience. Entering the
field of experiment in this direction, he
found that a dog ate eighty grains of
sugar with two hundred of other food,
end six hours afterward its stomach
showed but little food; tho mucuons
lining of tho stomach was red and
highly congested, and the congestion of
the liver was notable. An animal
opened after eating two hundred grains
cf food and no sugar, showed ninety tc
one hundred grains of food undigested.
Sugar, then, favors the secretion of the
gastrio juice.
Renewed confirmation of the infec
tious character of consumption has been
obtained by M. Gibonx. In the experi
ments made, air which had been expired
by consumptive animals was introduced
twice a day for 105 days into a wooden
case containing young rabbits, the case
being closed each time for two hours to
prevent the access of other air. The
result was the formation of tuberoles in
the lungs of the rabbits. Other rab
bits, similarly treated except that the
infected air was passed through car
bobzed wadding, remained entirely un
affected. Superstitions of Iho Iland.
The hand has been honored with a
very extended folk lore, and the follow
ing extraot from an old writer shows
that nearly every peculiarity of the hand
has been emblematic of some personal
trait of character. Thus, we are told:
A groat thick hand signifies one net
only strong, but stout; a little slender
hand, one not only weak, but timorous;
a long band and long fingers betoken a
man not only apt for mechanical artifice
bnt liberally ingenious. Those short,
ou the contrary, denote a fool and fit
for nothing; a hard, brawny hand sig
nifies one dull and rude; a soft hand,
one witty, but effeminate; a hairy hand,
one luxurious. Long joints sig
nify generosity ; yet, if they
bo thick withal, one not
so ingenious. The often clapping
an4 folding of the bands note covatons-
?ss, and their much moving in speech,
loquacity. Short and fat fingers mark
a man out as intemperate and silly ; but
long and lean as witty. If his fingers
crcok upward, that shows him liberal ;
if downward niggar ly. Long nails
and crooked signify one to be brutish,
ravenous and unchaste ; very short
nails, pale and eharp, show him subtle
and beguiling." Among other omens,
wa are told that the itching of the
right hand signifies that it will shortly
receive money, whereas if the left hand
be the one to itch, it is a sign that
money will before very many days have
to be paid away.
The nails also have their folk fore, the
little specks whioh are seen on them
beiDg regarded as ominoux. Many
have their particular days for cutting
the nails. O! the numerous rhymes on
the subject we may quote the following
as a speoimen, from which it will be
seen that every day has its peculiar
virtue :
"Cut them on Monday, you oat them fo
health ;
Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them tor wealth;
Cut them on Wednesday, you out them for
news ;
Out them on Thursday, a pair of new shoos ;
Cut them on I'ridav, you out them for sorrow ;
Cut them on Saturday, see your true love to
morrow ;
Cut them on Sunday, the devil will be with you
all the week."
This old rhyming saw differs in
various localities, although in the main
points it is the same; as by general
consent both Friday and Sunday are
regarded as most 'inauspicious days for
outting both the nails and hair.
An Oyster Factory.
In the upper story of the northeast
tower of the new Fulton market build
ing there has been established, within a
fw days, the only oyster iaoiory in ine
United States. These oysters are
brought into being, carefully nurtured
and cared Ior, and tnera may ne seen
swimming around in tanks, looking as
happy this warm weather as if they were
not being raised only to be boiled and
eaten. Professor Bice, who, in popular
parlance "has the oyster down lino," is
there experimenting, unaer ine pairon
age of Mr. E. G. Blackford. Mr. Black
ford predicts the ultimate extermination
of the oyster tribe, unless the in-
telligent .animal can be propa
gated and reared artificially;
and he hopes, he says, by bringing
them into the world scientifically, to be
able to produce them in such large num
bers and at bo little cost that oyster
stews will be sold for five cents. There
is no trouble about propagating oysters
this has often been done, and is easy
enough. It is the baby oysters that .
make the dilliculty. The youngsters
toss around in tho tanks as lively at
possible till they are five or six days
old. Then they die. Nobody has ever
yet been able to propagate oysters arti
tieially and rear them to mature oyster
hood. Nobody has even kept them
alive for a month, except by scattering
the spawn in nnooutlned ealt water,
which is so near to the natural proosss
that it can hardly be called artificial.
What Frofassor Bice is trying to find out
for Mr. Blackford is. how the yoting
oystets may be raiwod and kept alive
aud healthy until thuy are bis enough
to eat. N9 Y"rL 'l imn,
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