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VOL. XVIII. NO. 11.
TIOHESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 1, 1885.
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A DINNER AND A KISS.
" I've brought your dinner, father,"
The blacksmith's daughter said,
As she took from lior arms a kettle
And lifted iU shining lid.
" There's not any pio or pudding,
So I will give you this,"
And uon his toll-worn forehead
She left a childish kiss.
Tho blacksmith took off his apron,
And dined In happy mood,
Wondering much at the savor
Hid In his hmnblo food,
While all about him were visions
Full of prophetic bliss;
But he never thought of inagio
In his little daughter's kiss.
While she, with he- kottlo swinging
Morrily trudged away,
(Stopping at aight of a squirrel,
Catching somo wild blrd'i lay.
And I thought how many a shadow
Of life and fate we should miss
If always our frugal dinners
Were seasoned with a kiss. .
J. M. Ifeathrrington.
ALL ABOUT BROWN.
"My Dkak BuoTfiKn: I want you to come
down and make us a visit. So does Melissa,
route down next week, and stay till after the
Fourth. We expect ono or two othe visitors,
and will try to make it pleasant for you.
Don't fail to come.
"Your all'ectionnte brother,
"Wii.uam Bnowit.
"P. S. Melissa says: 'TellJoseph we shall
expect him;' so don't disnpioint us."
So read the letter which Joseph Brown
received from his brother William about
the middle of June.
'I can sco through, that," said he,
folding up tho epistle, and returning it
to its envelope. "Yes, sir.", to the solemn
looking ol-LgjW "h0 J"it startup; at him
from thft-IvlTfHow-Bil, "it's as clear as
clay.'Thcy'vo found another woman who
wants to fret married, and they mean to
make nnother attempt to hook me in.
Oh, you etiu't fool your brother yet Mr,
"William Brown! I can see through you,
and that wife of yours. YOu've got your
foot into matrimony, and you want roe
to do the same, on the principle that
misery loves company. But you don't
come it over me so easy. I won't take
any in mine, thank you."
Joseph couldn't huvo meant, by his
sarcastic reference to the old saying that
misery is fond of company, that he con
sidered his brother had made himself
miscrablo by marrying, for he often,
though secretly, envied his brother tho
comfort ho seemed to take with his
family. But he had so long considered
himself a bachelor for life that ho had
got into the habit of assuming to him
self that married people were envious of
singlo ones, and always spoke of them
in a way that implied his pity for them,
and his thankfulness that he wasn't in
-their shoes. Tho truth was, he often
wished he had a nice little wife. But
he was afraid of women; so much so
that he always expected to remain single.
If he were to fall in love, ho felt quite
sure he should never be able to muster
up sufficient courage to say anything
about it to the woman whose charms
had ensnared him. It would be another
caso of "concealment liko a worm i' the
bud." lie often felt brave enough to
face a caunou's mouth, but the mouth of
woman never!
The memory of lust summer was still
terribly fresh in his mind. He had been
invited to visit his brother. He had
gono down unsuspectingly, and found
there an old maid who immediately laid
seige to him. But he had succeeded, by
the help of divino Provideneo, in resist
ing her wishes, and gettiug safely out of
the predicament. Now he felt sure that
another trap' had been set for him.
"But I'll go," ho decided. "William
and M'lissy '11 be mad as settin' hens if
I dou't. I s'pose it's a girl in pantalets
this time. The other ono was forty, and
as she didn't suit me, they will quite
naturally go to the other extreme. I
s'pose it would bo a good thing if I had
a wife, but I don't want a little girl, or
a woman old enough to be her grand
mother, and what's more, I won't have
'em," he added with so much emphasis
mat the old cat begun to get scared,
and kept one eye on him with the other
on the door.
He went down to his brother's.
"Who is it this time?" he nsked Will
iam, when they were on their way up
from the depot.
"I don't know what you mean," an
swered William, looking puzzled.
"It was that old Miss Larrabee last
year," said Joseph. "I take it for grant
ed it's some one else now."
"Oh, I begin to see what you're driv
ing at," laughed William. "I don't
know as there's anybody. If there is it
must bo Mrs. Parks."
"A widow?" asked Joseph."
"Yes, but a young and good-looking
one," answered his brother.
"Oh!"
Joseph couldn't say another word.
He felt in some mysterious way that
"his jig was up," as he expressed it to
himself that night in the solitude of his
own chamber. He did not know why,
but he felt perfectly sure his doom was
sealed. He had never been taken in
hand by a widow. He had always
felt sure he would have to surrender
if one saw lit to besiege him. Now
his time hud come. He felt like a lamb
being led to the slaughter, and
groaned over the terrible prospect be
lore him, and was laughed at and joked
mmercifully by his brother for being so
.oolish as to be afruid of a woman.
"I cac't help it," said poor Joseph.
When he went down to the parlor an
hour alter his arrival, he found, on
opening the door, that there were icverul
ladies there, and his heart began to
thump, and his face to get hot, before
he got over the threshold. It always
made him chilly ono raoment,and fever
ish the next to go through tho ordeal of
an introduction to a woman. Now he
felt more unmanned than ever, for she
was there.
A very pretty little child was playing
in the room. It looked up at him de
lightedly, and then toddled toward him,
and grabbed him round his shaking
knees,, and lisped, "papa, papa!"
"Good gracious!" Mr. Brown couldnl
have kept back the frightened exclanw
tion for the world. His face became
covered with profuse perspiration, and
tho ladies began to titter at tho child's
performance; which demonstration on
their part was hardly calculated to make
the poor maa feel very much at ease.
"Mrs. Hooper, this is my brother Jo
soph," said William, prcsentine him to
the first lady they came to. Whereupon
Joseph seized her hand and shook it as
if it had been the end of a pump-handle,
without being in tho least aware of what
he was doing. Mrs. Hooper evidently
thought ho was a very demonstrative
man.
"This is Mrs. Drake," said William,
when ho succeeded in getting his brother
away from Mrs. Hooper.
Joseph attempted to bow, trod on tho
baby's toes, and came near fainting with
fright when tho cherub set up a doleful
wail.
"And this is Mrs. Parks, said his
brother, indicating the woman who came
to tho baby's rescue.
As her hands seemed tq be pretty
well occupied with the baby, band
shaking couldn't very well be indulged
in, so Joseph bowed several times,
"hoped she was well and wished for a
better acquaintance," in a deep and
solemn voice, after which he fell into
the nearest chair, and longed to commit
suicide.
William watched his opportunity.
When he caught Joseph's eye, he
nodded toward tho woman with tho
baby, and whispered, "the widow."
"Good gracious!" thought Joseph.
"A young one, too, and it calls me
father! It's no use to hold out, if she
goes for me, and she will I know it.
Tho young one's instinct tells it what's
in the mind, and that's why it came to
call me 'Papa!' Dear me! It's coming
this way. It's looking at me. I'm in
for it."
"Papa, papa," cried tho "young one,"
putting np her hands for Joseph to
take her.
"You musn't mind her," said Mrs.
Parks with the prettiest blush he thought
ho had ever seen. "She calls almost
every gentlemen papa, since her father
died."
"I I don't mind it much if if you
don't," stammered Joseph, at which she
blushed up rosier than before.
The child insisted on coming to him.
He had never felt quite so awkward as
ho did when she climbed on his knee.
Ho was afraid to touch her. Children
and china always seemed to him to be
composed of the same fragilo material.
He was afraid of breaking them. Ho
felt that the ladies were watching him,
and wanting to laUgh. He knew thnt
his face looked like a boiled ham, and
it seemed as if the thermometer had
gone up to 100 degrees in the shade.
Never theksj, he lived thiough it.
"She's real nice," lie confessed to the
bedpost that night, that piece of furni
ture bearing the closest resemblance to
something human of anything in his
room. "I b'lieve I'd like to to marry
her, but I'd never dare to ask her."
Cold chills ran down his back at the
thought.
In less than two days Mr. Joseph Brown
was in love. Deeply and sentimentally
in love. So much so, in fact, that he
picked up a rose tho widow had dropped,
and took it to his room, where he sat
and looked at it for an hour before he
realized what he was doing.
"You poor old fool!" he said, address
ing his reflection in the glass. "You're
done for, ain't you ! It takes widows to
fetch a man to time. I've always heard
so, and now I know it."
Then ho sighed.
During the next two weeks Joseph
found the courage to get better ac
quainted with Mrs. Parks than he had
ever been with any . woman, save his
mother. But whenever he thought of
asking her to marry him, he couldn't
help feeling afraid of her.
The "Fourth" came. There was to be
a picnic, and all the family and guests
were going, except Mrs. Parks, who said
Pose was so much trouble she'd rather
stay at home.
Joseph had intended to go, but he
suddenly changed his mind and said he
should stay at home.
"Got a headache," ho explained, gruf
fly, and concisely, to William. He also
told the same outrageous fib to Mrs.
Parks, who smiled as if she saw through
his excuses, at which Joseph colored up
and "felt as if he had been stealing
sheep," he told himself. "These wid
ows were so sharp you couldn't fool 'em
there was no use in trying."
"Of course I'm sorry you don't feel
well," said Mrs. Parks, "but I'm glad
I'm going to have company. We'll
have a nice little dinner all to ourselves,
and that'll be almost as pleasant as a
picnic."
"More so," answered Joseph with
alacrity. "A great deal more so!"
When the family and guests had taken
their departure, he weDt downtown and
bought strawberries and lemons, and
green peas, and other good things for
dinner, and a doll for liosie almost as
large as that young lady was.
"How kind you are," said Mrs. Parks.
"Rosie, go and kiss Mr. Brown, aud tell
him you thank him for the pretty doll."
"Me t'ank 'ou," said ltosie, nodding
her head toward Joseph. " 'Ou tiss 'im
for me, mamma. Me t'un't now."
At that the widow blushed, and so did
Joseph. He hoped she would obey
Rosie's orders, but she didn't.
"Won't we have a jolly time," said
Mrs. Parks, as she eat down on the
veranda to hull the strawberries. "If
you want to help, Mr. Brown, you can
shell the peaa."
"Thank you," said Mr. Rrown, hardly
conscious of what he was saying.
What a delightful little dinner tho
petty widow got up. It seemed to him
it was far ahead of any dinner he had
ever partaken of before a perfect model
of its kind. He wished she had to
cook, his dinners for him as long as he
lived.
After dinner he suddenly proposed
that they should take a ride.
Tho widow assented, and away ho
went after a horse and carriage.
Kuch a delightful ride as it was. lie
felt as if he might bo in heaven. True,
he had little bashful spells, but they
didn't last long.
"You must have conquered your head
ache," said tho widow, with a mischiev
ous smile.
"I did," answered Joseph. An awful
desperation seized him. He felt pale,
but ho also felt more courage than he
had ever expected to bo able to call up
in such an emergency as this.
"It was my heart that troubled me
most," ho stammered.
"Heart disease!" exclaimed the widow,
looking scared. "Dear me, Mr. Brown,
I didn't think you was troubled that
way. Have you had it long?"
' 'Ever since I came down to William's, "
answered Joseph. "It it- came on the
f first I saw you."
"Oh, you funnyman I" cried the widow,
all dimples and blushes. "I thought
you were in earnest!"
"I am," answered Joseph. "I want
I I " snd then, all at once, he began
to get scared and wnsn't accountable for
whut followed. "I want to be Hosie's
pa if she's willing, and you haven't any
objections."
Whnt the widow answered I can't say,
but Rosie announced, on the return of
the merry-makers that "he, (meaning
Mr. Joseph Brown,) tissed mum ma one,
two, free, lots o' times." At which the
widow blushed, and poor Joseph felt as
if he should faint, especially when Wil
liam nudged him. and called him a "sly
dog," and said he "began to smell a
mice," and then proceeded to congratu
late him as if everything was already
settled. And I suppose it was. If not,
they settled it shortly afterward, for
when Joseph Brown went home, it waa
as a msn of family. Eben E. Bexford, in
Chicago ledger.
The Peat Harvest in Ireland.
Tho gathering of the peat harvest in
many parts of the country is a matter of
much importance to the inhabitants, a
wet season seriously interfering with the
necessary operations. The cutting com
mences early in the season, as soon as
the winter and spring rains have drained
from off the surface. In Ireland a long
narrow slip, measuring from three to six
feet across, is cleared to the depth of a
foot or so of the light, spongy peat
and heather which form the surface. Ex
tending back from this a certain space of
surface called in some districts a
swarth is leveled and prepared for the
reception of the blocks of peat which,
according as they are cut, are spread
closely upon it to dry. The peat or
t.urf, as it is almost invariably called in
that country is cut in narrow rectangu
lar blocks from a foot to eighteen inches
in length. The implement used in cut
ting called a slane somewhat re
sembles a spade, with a flat piece of
steel attached to the bottom at
the right side, and extend
ing forward at right angles.
The blocks are cut from the mass with a
downward thrust of the implement, the
arms alone being used, without the as
sistance of the loot, as in un ordinary
spade. After the blocks have lain for
some time, and the sides aud upper sur
faces have dried somewhat, they are
turned and then placed on end in small
stacks, which are piled together in larger
heaps after the drying process has ad
vanced. The work of cutting, turning,
aud stacking the peat is not such an un
pleasant occupation as might be sup
posed. It is cleanly work enough. There
is no need to handle the peat in a wet
state, though even then it does not
stain or stick to the hands or person, and
has no unpleasant smell. When it has
dried somewhat it is light and clean,
and easy to handle. It is unusual to cut
the peat down to the level of tho soil
beneath; tho produce of tho lower lay
ers, although most valuable, as fuel, dry
ing into hard and brittle fragments,
which do not bear handling or removal.
When the upper matter becomes ex
hausted, the remainder is sometimes dug
out, mixed with water, nnd kneaded
with the hands and feet. It is then cut
into square blocks and dried in
the ordinary way. Tho peat bogs of Ire
land ought to be a source of considera
ble proiit to that country, and but for
tho low heating power of peat, which
rendors it unlit for use as fuel for manu
facturing purposes, they would no doubt
have long ago led to the development in
that country of industrial and manufac
turing activity similar on a small scale to
that produced by coal in England. To
remedy this defect in peat as a fuel, vari
ous processes have been tried for com
pressing it, so as to get rid of the large
percentage of wuter always present in
even the best dried samples. These ex
periments have not, up to the present,
met with any great success when tried
ou a large scale. Well-diied peat con
tains as much as !20 per cent, of wuter,
and even when most of this is expelled,
unless the peat is rendered compact and
waterproof by some process, its spongy
texture causes it to reabsorb a large pro
portion of moisture from the atmosphere.
Chamber' Journal.
Fifty years ago the average weight of
beef cattle was eight hundred pounds,
and now it is 1,400.
Fertile land can be purchased in Mex
ico at thirty cents an acre.
THE CASTLE IN THE AIR.
HOW A
WASHIJTOTOW VETERA
LIVE 3 Iir A TUBE.
"Airy natlr'' and 1 1 One Armed Oc
rt.pn.nt A House Ibat Swy
With Kverr lirreze.
One of the suburban curiosities of
Washington, writes a Cleveland (Ohio)
l'laiiiieiUr correspondent, is "Airy
castle," situated at Mount Pleasant, a
mile north of tho boundary. Its name
is not a misnomer. It is a veritable
"castle in the air." Its sole occupant is
A. B. Hayward, a clerk in the pension
office. Ho is known about town as
"the man who lives in a tree." During
the war ho was a first sergeant in the
second New Hampshire regiment, and
served three years in the army of the
Potomac. At Cold Harbor a bullet
shattered his right arm, nnd before night
it had been amputated near the shoul
der. He ha3 become exceedingly skill
ful in the use of his .left hand, lie
writes neatly nnd rapidly, and manages
to do almost everything that other men
do with their two arms, except to play
base ball. He has been in the pension
office for many years, and is one of the
most faithful and efficient men in the
bureau. He is a bachelor.
Two years ago he conceived the idea
of living in a tree, ne had grown tired
of boarding house life and the close, hot
air of tho city in summer. Looking
about he found a place that seemed fa
vorable for carrying out his scheme, a
little way outside the boundary and half
a mile from his present location. An in
terview with a carpenter resulted in the
building of a platform twelve feet square,
in a clump of trees, fifteen feet from the
ground. On this platform he pitched a
tent, and there he lived for a year. Ac
cess to his eyrie was had by means of a
ladder, which every night he pulled up
after him. He took his meals at a house
hard by. He found this life so pleasant
and healthful that a year ago he deter
mined to build him a castle in the air
upon a larger scale. He bought four or
five acres of ground whero lie now is.
There is i sharp declivity, studded with
large oak trees, just where a pretty street
iroin the village or Mount Pleasant loses
itself. Here in tho encircling arms of
these great oaks, thirty-five feet Irom
the ground, where the latter is lowest,
looking from a distance like an over
grown birdsncst, is "Airy Castle."
"Come right up !" cheerly called out
Mr. Hayward to myself and a couple of
lady friends, the other evening. We
had gone out in response to a hearty in
vitation to visit the castle. We went up
by a steep, inclosed stairway, and found
ourselves on a firm, smooth floor among
the thick branches of the trees. On
every hand were the buds just bursting
into leaf under the gentle breath of
spring. The air was sweet, pure and
exhilarating. After cordially welcom
ing us, he said :
"Please excuse me a few minutes
while I eat my dinner, which is just
ready. Make yourselves perfectly at
home, within or without the castle, and
I will soon rejoin you."
With that he dodged down a little
stairway beside the trunk of a tree, into
a big box that seemed to be hung under
the plaiiorm. This was his dining room
and kitchen. A colored boy was bob
bing around making LiT.3e,.i"'e,o:'".".y
useful. The clatter of dishes and the
odor of good coffee gave evidence of
activity in tho commissary department.
We wandered obout the platform, which
is fifty feet long and thirty feet wide,
with a high railing around the edge and
seats at frequent intervals. After taking
in the beautiful view of village, hill aud
forest, we entered the castle itself.
It is octagonal in form, longer one way
than the other. Its extreme dimensions
are thirteen by nine feet. The walls
are of wood, neatly and strongly built to
tne height of four feet. From this
point rises a double roof of
canvas, securely fastened and firmly sup
ported by poles. The interior is most
charmingly cosy and attractive. "Isn't.,
this lovely?" was the duet uttered by the
feminine voices as we entered. Darkjfess
was just settling down. A lnmpshone
brightly upon the novel scene. The
walls are profusely adorned with pic
tures, and little shelves and brackets
here and there contain little articles of
bric-a-brac. A comfortable looking bed
stretched across one end. Three or four
unique chairs and a hassock or two are
disposed about the room. Upon tho
small table is a register in which visitors
enter their names. Glancing over this I
saw the names of many prominent citi
zens of Washington; Congressmen and
officials who had called to enjoy the hos
pitalities of "Airy Castle."
Mr. Hayward soon entered with his
right sleeve hanging enty by his side.
His face beamed with smiles. He seemed
like one who was at peace with all the
world, and hud just had a good dinner.
F"or half an hour he entertained us de
lightfully, telling us in reply to our
questions all about his life in the tree
tops. "How did you spend the long, severe
winter?" I asked.
"I doubt," he replied, "if any person
in Washington was any more comfortable
and happy than I was. You see that
little oil stove there? Well, that kept
the castle warm during the coldest
weather. When the snow lay thick
upon the ground aud the wind howled
through the trees, swaying my cot
tage to and fro, I was as snug
aud comfortable as you can
imagine. Yes, I am rocked about
some when the wind is high, but I like
it. It is some like being on a vessel at
sea. Perhaps you have noticed that this
platform is not fastened to the trues. It
is built closely around them, but is sup
ported by lurge posts resting upon the
ground. Ho the castle is perfectly se
cure, and when the wind rocks me about
I just lie down and enjoy it.
Every week during the summer hund
reds of people go out from Washington
to get a view uf Airy castle. On Sun
days the number of visitors is very large
many more thin it is possible for him
to invite up to his fairy nest. At times
the crowd is so great as to be an abso
lute annoyance. He is now engaged in
fortifying himself by putting a high
board fence around his domain. lie
says he is going to raise grapes.
Just before we loft he invited us to
visit his dining room, which the colored
boy had "put to rights" after the din
ner. Descending a luddcrlike stairway
we found ourselves in a box about ten
feet long by seven feet wide. Near the
bottom of the ladder is a large, rugged
oak limb, which we stooped low to pass
under. The place is fitted up with all
the accessories of a well appointed culi
nary establishment. Everything is as
neat as a pin. A spring near the foot of
one of the trees furnishes excellent
water.
This is Airy castle, and here among
the leaves, healthy and contented, lives
this one-armed veteran of the war. He
has for pets two nimble squirrels, and 1
bird dog keeps watch while he sleeps.
The wild birds build their nests around
him, and waken him with their morning
songs. After breakfast a walk of half a
mile takes him to the street cars, and a
ride of twenty miles lands him at the
door of the pension office.
The Tenkis.
The winters on the eastern shores of
the Caspian sea are generally mild, and
even during the severest portions of the
y ear toward tho end of February tne
snow rarely lies on the ground very long
at a time. But about twice a month
they are apt to have sudden and violent
storms from the westward, somewhat
resembling our Western cyclones. This
Caspian storm is called the tenkis, and
is thus described by a recent traveler
who spent a winter at Gumush Tepe,
where he experienced its effects :
"The first time I witnessed ono I was
excessively puzzled to understand the
movements of the inhabitants immedi
ately before the storm struck the village.
It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon ,
the sun was shining brightly, and the
sky was without a cloud. All at once I
observed persons pointing hurriedly to
ward the distant Caspian horizon, where
a thin, white line of flying mist was per
ceptible, which rose higher at each, mo
ment, approaching us with rapid pace.
In the village itself the wind was blow
ing from an opposite direction, and the
mist clouds along the Elburz range were
moving toward the west, while the ad
vancing scud was still so very indistinct
as to bo unobservable by the unaccus
tomed eye. I saw men and women in
frantic haste, flinging ropes over the
tops of the kibitkas, and lashing the op
posite extremities to stout wooden pegs
firmly embedded in the ground close to
the wall of the dwelling.
"In the meantime, within my resi
dence, old Dourdi, muttering prayers in
most anxious tones, was propping his
boat hook and several other poles of
equal size against the spring of the dome,
and planting the lower one firmly in the
ground. I could make neither head nor
tail of all these preparations, and was
still more confounded and amazed by
seeing all the women of the community
rushing to the bank of the river, somo
Carrying a pitcher in each hand, others
with eno'mous single ones strapped upon
their backs. These, with feverish haste,
they filled with water, and hurrying with
them to their houses, again issued forth
with other vessels for a fresh supply.
Every one was too busily engaged to give
me any further auswer to my demands as
to what it all meant, than to exclaim :
"Thetenkis! the tenkis!'
"By this time the jagged white mist
had risen high above the horizon, and
was rapidly veiling the western sky.
Flocks of sea gulls and other aquatic
birds flew inland, screaming and shriek
ing loudly. Ere long I saw that the
clouds along the mouutain ceased their
westward movement, staggered, reeled,
and ultimately partook of the movement
of the advancing scud. Great sand
clouds came whirling toward us from the
beach, and in another instant the storm
burst upon us, accompanied by a tre
mendous downpour of rain.
"The kibitka into which I rushed for
shelter quivered and shook under its in
fluence, and I thought that at each mo
ment it would go over bodily. The
westerly edge was lifted some inches
from tho ground with each fresh gust,
and the eagerness with which ropes were
houled taut, and storm-props made fast
by the inmates hanging with all their
weight from their upper portions, re
minded one of a scene on board a vessel
at sea during a violent tempest.
"I was gazing through a crevice in the
felt walls out over the plain in an east
ward direction, where some camels, laden
with gruss and hay, were hurrying for
ward to gain shelter before being over
taken in the open. 1 could see theit
loads seized upon by the storm gusts,
and scut whirling far and wide, and to a
height of a hundred feet.
"This storm -continued an hour; but it
was only when it had passed, and the in
habitants had leisure to speak to me,
that 1 could make out the meaning of
the hurried rush to the river for water.
It appears that when the tenkis blows,
the sea-water is forced up into the river,
rendering it unlit for human consump
tion, often for hours together, and it is
with a view of secuiiug a supply fot
household use that a rush is made to the
banks as soon us the jagged mist appeari
upon the horizon."
There is nothiug half so sweet in life
as to arrive at your girl's house in time
to find out that the bu'l dog bus satisfied
his appetite ou the other fellow who got
there ahead of you.J'uei-.
Something that will bear looking into
A microscope Verrkk.
REST.
Silence sleeping on a waste of ocean
Sundown westward traileth a red streak,
One white sea-bird, poised with scare a
motion,
Challenges the stillness with n shriek;
Challenges the stillness upward wheeling
Where some tall cliff containeth her rude
nest,
For the shadows o'er the waters they Come
stealing,
And tliey whisper to the silence, " There is
Rest."
pm where the broad Zambesi river
Glides away into some Bhadowy lagoon, ,
Lies the antelopoand hears the leaflet quiver,
Shaken by tho sultry breath of noon
Hears the sluggish water ripple in its flow
ing, Feels the atmosphere with its fragrance all
opprest ;
Dreams his dreams, and the sweetest is th
knowing
That above him and about him there ii
Rest.
Centuries have faded into shadow,
Earth is fertile with the dust of man's de
cay Pilgrims all they were to some bright Eldo
rado, But they weaned and they fainted by the
way.
Some were sick with the surf eiture of pleasure,
Some were bowed beneath a care-encum-bored
breast,
But they all trod in turn Life's stately
measure, $
And they all paused by times to wonder, Is
there rest?
Look, oh, Man, to the limitless hereafter,
When thy Sense shall be lifted from its
dust,
When thine Anguish shall be melted into
Laughter,
When thy Love shall be Bevered from its
Lust;
ben thy Spirit shall be sanctified with seeing
The ultimate dim Thule of the Blest,
nd the passion-haunted fever of thy Being
Shall be drifted in an Universe ot Rest
HUMOR OF Tilt DAY.
A matter of taste Strong butter.
A host in himself The innkeeper.
A country seat Tho milking-stool.
High living has just killed a circus
giraffe. Courier-Journal.
Can a honey-moon bo enjoyed on the
last quarter? Pittsburg Telegraph.
When an Afghan is tanned by the s .a
lie really doesn't care, but when he is
tanned by a Russian it is more than he
can bear. New York Journal.
A Newport girl fell asleep in church.
Sunday, and dreamed aloud, saying:
"Oh, he skates too awfully nice for any
thing." Kentucky State Journal.
Than be a noted doctor
I'd rather be a dancer;
I'd hate to have 'em saying
I didn't know a cancer.
Courier-Journal.
It is a remarkable fact that a young
man never slips down in a slushy street
except when a pair of pretty girls are
looking at him. llockland Courier.
Lard may be weak and cheese be flat
And eggs go for a Bong;
But the man who deals in butter laughs.
For butter's always strong.
Boston Courier.
"This is the sole answer I can give to
your proposal, sir," said old Mummibags,
as he politely assisted young Highcollar
down the steps six at a time. tit. Paul
Herald.
"How can I find out all about the
young lady to whom I am engaged?"
asks a prospective benedict. Has she
younger brother? If so, consult him.
Boiton Pout.
He was their rich old uncle,
With great big piles of tin,
And they resolved that be should die,
That they might ruke it in.
They didn't go and mix him
Any poisoned tea to drink,
But just gave him a ticket,
To a roller-skating rink.
Chicago- tribune.
"It is as plain as the noso on your
face, and there's no excuse for you over
looking it," o.claimod a husband whose
wife hud forgotten to reduce the size of
his button hole in his shirt collar. "But,
deary, how can I help overlooking the
nose on my face?" was the patient and
placating answer that set him wild.
Pitttburg Chronicle.
TDK ATTRACTION THAT WAS THEIHC
"You've conn from the rink," said the
maiden fair
To the youth who was on her waiting;
"Pray, tell me what's the attraction there
To-night is it funcy skating!"
He rublwd his spine, and his face betrayed
ilif bosom's agitation;
"The same old attraction is there," he said,
"The attraction of gravitation."
Boston Courier.
A Baby Camel.
One of the most interesting curiosities
of Baltiuioio recently was a baby camel.
It was in Druid Hill park, aud Calpa
was the name of its proud mother.
The youngster when standing is about
four feet high, and is thinly covered
with wooly hair ot a very dark color,
the huir on the head, legs and hump being
black. The lurge bluck eyes and long,
goose-shaped head give the animal a
very comical appearance. The legs are
almost lis long now as they will ever be,
aud the hump is u jolly little muss of
fat that rolls about under one's hand,
and trembles like a bowl of jelly.
Its mouth is us tender us thnt of a
new-born babe, and the gums are soft
and pink. It spends most of its time
lying down, and .when roused up and
kept on its feet it shuts its eyes and
persists iu dozing off aguiu. It cries
when huugry or lonesome not unlike a
Jiumun baby. Its cry is "Me-a, a-e-a,"
in ulhin, mpmuky voice." Yuutlit Com
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