THE FOREST BEPDBLICAH It pnli!lfhil evory Wadno.dar, by J. Z. WEriK. OJTHoe In Bmenrbaugh & Co.'i Building KIM STREET, TIONKSTA, Fa. Terms, ... tl. SO per Year. No inW.rlptlrms recrived for a shorter period thtn thr month. Ooi-mipomlenc iollcltsd from all parti of the ooimtijr. Honoilc will b tnfcn of a&oarmou ooDimnnlcatloni. RATES OF ADVERTISING. On Squr, on Inch, on lanertlon. 1 M On Rqtir, on lnfh, oae month...... 1 no One fqimre, one Incb, three maathar of One Sqtinro, one Inch, on year.............. 10 M Two s(ur, one year IS M Quarter Col a mo, one ytai. to 90 Ualf Column, one jt w m M One Oolnmn, on yav .... W Leal adrertl.eraente ten tent per line cb la ertion. Marriage aad death notice gratia, All bill for yearly adrarUMmMta iMtlm t!y. Temporary advarUMmeats mmi tc advano. Job week aaaa on dativary. fl f1 o A 1 ."'-" VlSr VOL. III. NO. 2. TIO-NESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 5, $1.50 PER ANNUM. ' ill A.Yy In lomo sections of Dakota, whore fuel is expensive, farmers will this year prow nn ncro or two of flax for fuel. It is claimed tlint a ton of fins straw is worth more for fuel than a ton of soft coal. - A feature in a Mew York physician's house, described in the American ArcJii-tei-t, is a small hospital on the roof, car rying out a hobby of the doctor's for quarantining any member of his own family stricken with any infectious dis ease. It occurred to a man on Cnpitol Hill, Washington, thnt it would bo a good idea to mix tho soil of all the (States and territories in tho Capitol park. Accord ingly he wrote to postmasters and others, from Maine .o Arizona, and receiver from each a package of earth, until his collection was completed. On Wash ington's birthday he mixed up the earth and dumped it in a corner. It is reported that tho czar intends, in 1887, to assumo a title equivalent to that of emperor over the whole of Central Asia'. It is said thnt his imperial majes ty will m ike a state entry into Summer tand, and there formally assume the sov ereignty over Central Asia in the pres ence of all the ameers and khans who nre under tho sway of imperial Russia. This is no new design on the part of Russia, for this scheme wa for a long timo under consideration by the late Alexander II., and has only como to light mw through the indiscretion of a hic;h official. . Two paragraphs have recently been going the rounds of the newspapers, the matter of which is undoubtedly erroneous. .One says that a Connecticut man con sumcitwo tons of chewing tobacco a year. If thnt is true, he uses every day ubout eighty-seven papers of tobacco of the ordinary size. The other paragraph declares that two women in Paris had a dispute as to which could talk the faster, and that one of them on trial distinctly pronounced 200,311 words in three hours. If that is true she uttered 1,645 words a minute, and twenty-seven words every second, which is commended for trial to any one who thinks it can be done. It is estimated by insurance companies that in the United States last year dwell ing houses were burned at the rate of one every hour, with an average loss of $1,390. Barns and stables, fifty per week. Country stores, three per day, with a loss of $110,000 per week. Ten hotels burn weekly, with a loss per yeai of $1,000,000. Every other day a lum ber yard goes up in smoke, each repre senting $20,000. Forty-four cotton fac tories, the loss in each case being $23,000 ; foity-thrce woolen mills at $25,000 each, and forty-two chemical works at $27, 000 each, were destroyed by fire last year. Ferty-two boot and shoe factories were consumed, tho loss being $17,000 each. Theatres were lapped up by the flames at the rate of five per month, average loss $1(1,000. Only about half as many court houses were destroyed, the cost of each being about $20,000. On the Rio Grande frontier it is an open secret that wholesale smuggling to Mexico takes place almost daily. Tho laws of Mexico exact such enormous duties upon every conceivable orticle of necessity that paying such duties is often equivalent to buyiug the merchandise a second time. The number of papers nec essary to make out an invoice to pro tect the shipment during its frequent in spections along the route and to pass State linos, which requires a world of stationery, makes it necessary for tho shipper to be as expert as a Philadelphia lawyer to keep track of the red tape. This partially account j for the prevalence of smuggling. There are many countries where an ordi nary man is unable to attend to his own business of parsing goo.ls through a cus tom house, but Mexico is pre-eminently one of them, for if a man untutored in the tecnicalities of Mexican tariff law at tempts to enter goods ho finds himself in hot water st onfo. Fines of considerable magnitude are imposed, uulooked-for delays and annoy ances are constantly happening. Lately the government officials of Mexico hive commenced to punish contraband ists severely, and every one caught is severely dealt with to the full extent of rigid law. This has never been done heretofore. Jones, a Mormon, who lives on the Corralitos property, 120 miles southwest of El Paso, was sent out to get supplies and was caught with contra band goods by the Mexican guards, and has beeu sentenced to jail for six months. Marcos y Fueutos, a Mexican of the frontier town of Ascension, la in jail now for six months for the same offense. OUT TO THE SEA, "Out to the seal Oul to the soar Sing the waters of inland rivers; From source to mouth .Tn tha sunny south The liquid stream, song quivers. "Down through the blue! Down through the blue!" Sings tha moonlight's silveryheen; "Thy breast must bear i No greater care Than purest light e'er seen." "Bisters are we! Sisters are we I" In a harmony sing the twain. t "Toward ocean we float Nor sail nor boat To guide us toward the main." "Careless are we! Careless are wel Of shores we pass in flowing. We bid them smile As we pans the while, But cannot stay our going. "Oceans are vast! Oceans are vast, And the currents playing among them Forbid us to stay, But call us away; Thlnkof our songs we have sung them," Lessons are learned! Lessons are learned I From the water and moonlight flowing Out to the sea In such harmony Like sisters in their going. Courier-Journal. . BALKED, "Won't you come down, Olive?" Rose Anncsley paused, with her hand on her sister's chair; but Olive only laughed merrily, and shook her head. ''What!'' she replied, "when this is Mr. St. Cloud's first visit, and you two have not seen each other since you parted at Mount Desert? No, Rosio dear, noth ing would induce mo to spoil the meet ing." "But you wouldn't spoil it," persisted Rose, in her quiet, straightforward woy. "He understands all about you, Olive. He knows that we two have only each other in the world, and that you have always boen more liko a mother than a sister to mo. He wants to meet you ever so much. You needn't laugh and shake your head. He does, indeed I Dear Olive l".she whispered, affectionate ly, laying her cheek against her sister's, "don't think that my happiness can ever make mo forget you, or love you one bit the less." Olive did not answer, only stroked the sunny little head that nestled so close to her own. She was a quiet, reticent girl in fact, society considered this elder Miss Annes ley, with her keen, gray eyes and sarcas tic manners, "rather an eccentric young woman." . But then, society felt a little vexed that Olive Anncsley was so utterly indif ferent to its claims. r The two sisters had been orphans for several years, Mrs. Anncsley having died when Rose was quite a child, her hus band a year or two after. Those who knew Olive best, knew that the softest spot iu her heart was for the pretty, golden-haired child who had been left so entirely to her charge. She had tried to rouse herself, of late, to go rather more into company, to enter tain more extensively, for Rose's sake. But during tho previous summer Rose had gone with a party of friends to Mount Desert, and the result had been this en gagement to handsome Bertie St. Cloud. Olive had never met the young man. He was one of the employes in a large banking-houce, and had been sent abroad on some business matters, shortly after his engagement to Rose. Ho had just returned, and his first visit was, of course, to the large Western city which formed the home of his fair fian cee. Rose had pleaded in vain that Olive would go down and join her in this wel come to her lover. "I am not well, to-night," she said, ns a ring nt the door announced his arrival. "I shall see him to-morrow and do my best to cut you out. Perhops I shall succeed. Who knows?" she added, with a smile, as Rose, looking like a veritable fairy, in her soft, blue cashmere and creamy laces, flitted joyously from the room. But as tho door closed behind her, Olive's face changed. She arose wearily, and crossing the room, paused in front of the mantle, where stood ; a large and handsomely-mounted photograph. The face which smiled back at her, with its soft brown eyes, delicate fea tures, and dark moustache, was one which few women would have had power to resist. "Why is it," she said, impatiently, "that I feel such an inward distrust of that man? His face is simply perfect too perfect to be true yet it must be my own jealous fears for Rose which make me so unreasonable. He is probably no worse than others of his class. Oh, if I could only read him aright could only find out what manner of man he is!" Meanwhile, the lovers below, free from all apprehensions of the future, were tasting tho full bliss of reunion after long separation. The hours flew quickly by, and when St. Cloud returned to his hotel he was surprised to find it so late. One of the waiters met him in the cor ridor. "A gentleman has been asking for you, sir," be raid, "and I showed him to your room. He has been there some time." St. Cloud hastened up stairs, and on opening th door, descried, to his great pleasure, sn old friend, whom he had not seen for some time, "You here, Max!' he exclaimed, shaking him heartily by the hand. "Mv dear fellow, where did you drop from at ' this unseasonable hour " Max nart smiled pleasantly. He was a large, fine-looking man, with a rather bronzed complexion, ana frank, kindly eyes. "1 am stopping here on business for our law firm," he explained. "They were at one time locatea here, and still have a good deal of business in the city. I saw your name on the hotel register, and concluded to hunt you up, but have been waiting so long my patience was nearly exhausted. What keeps you out so late?" St. Cloud smiled complacently. lie had always liked Max Hart well enough, though he considered the young lawyer in same respects an "odd fellow." To night, however, St. Cloud felt particu larly good-humored, and therefore con versationally inclined. "Well, to tell the truth, I'm engaged," he explained. "It's getting time for mo to settle down, and I couldn't do so under more favorable circumstances. Rose Anncsley is tho dearest little girl in the world, and owns quite a hand some property beside." "Do you mean the older or younger Miss Annesley?" queried Max, rather drily. i And St. Cloud rejoined, in surprise: "I allude to the younger. Are they not both the daughters of the late John Annesley?" "They are," replied his friend. "But Mr. Annesley was twice married, and his elder daughter inherits her fortune from her mother's familyi Mr.- Annes ley himself lived up to his entire income, and his younger daughter inherited rothing. She is, and always has been, en tirely dependent on her sister, though I doubt if she has ever felt this dependence, as Miss Annesley shares every comfort and luxury with her. I know whereof I speak," he added, with a sidelong look at St. Cloud's crestfallen countenance; "for our senior partner is Miss Olive An nesley's guardian, and transacts all her business affairs." "The deuce!" muttered St. Cloud, under his breath; "here's a nice piece of work. I thought Rose owned fully as much as her sister. I'm not able to marry a girl without money I really am not. If I could only put up a few thou sand dollars, I could command a junior partnership in our house." ' He cheeked himself; he had spoken more freely than he intended. "How about this Miss Olive Annes ley?" he asked, with a forced smile. "Anything of an old maid? Likely to die soon, and leave her property to Rose, eh?" "I should say not," answered Max, composedly, "l nave only seen Miss An nesley at a distance, but I should judge her to be a fine looking w uman of about twenty-seven or eight." "Quite young enough to marry," mur mured St. Cloud, gloomily. Then rousing himself, with an effort, he changed the subject. But when he called on the Annesleys the next morning, he invited Max most cordially to accompany him, adding, jocularly : "You can take a chance at the heiress, old fellow; but mind, if you win her, I shall call for a division of the spoils." And Max was not loth to accept the in vitation. He felt some curiosity to see St. Cloud's sweetheart, and remembering their conversation of the night before, some pity for her also. "He cannot love her as she ought to be loved IV was his mental comment a con viction which strengthened after his meeting with Rose. She greeted him so cordially as "Ber tie's friend" that when he looked into her innocent eyes, he felt something like a pang of self-reproach. He was presented to Olive at the same time, but she seated herself near St. Cloud, and seemed really determined to cultivate her future brother-in-law. St. Cloud responded warmly to her efforts, and a war of wits ensued between them, in which, man of the world as he was, ho could not but feel, at times, a little puzzled by Olive Annesley. The arts and flatteries which he had practiced so successfully on other girls seemed to fall harmlessly on Olive's armor. In the days .that followed he found himself devoting much more time to this pale, gray-eyed girl than to his own pretty Rose. He said to himself that she was the moneyed member of the family, and that it would certainly be to his interest to gain some influence over her. At first he really had no other object. He saw that Olive was peculiar that she differed from tho ordinary society girls whom he knew so well, and he took pains to become acquainted with her pet theories, her favorite authors every thing calculated to interest her. They hud frequent discussions, in which St. Cloud would, nt first, oppose her ideas, and then, with subtle tact, seem to defer to them. Rose was, necessarily, thrown a great deal into Max Hart's society; but she showed no sense of neglect, and only re joiced that Bertie and her quiet sister should have taken such a fancy to each other. Max Hart alone divined in it all a deep er meaning than appeared on the surface. He saw thut Olive was beginning to look for St. Cloud's coming hs eagerly as Rose, that her color deepened whenever he ap proached, and that she showed at times an agitation strangely at variance with her usual calm demeanor. He was filled with righteous indigna tion. It was bud enough that a girl like Rose should be willing to throw herself away on a selfish scamp like St. Cloud, but that she should Lo deceived, be trayed, and, above all, by her own sister, was too much. lie lost all self-control whenecr he thought of it. Fortunately for hi patience, the busi ness which detained hiiu was now con cluded, and he found himself free to return. But the evening before ; his departnreJ he overheard seme words which seemed to him proof positive of'-whst he feared. Rose had stepped into the conservatory to gather for him some of . her 'favorite flowers as a parting gift; and Max stood alone at a large bay-window which over looked the balcony. St. Cloud and Olive, who had been promenading the balcony, apparently in deep conversation, paused near the window, which was partially open. "I have much, very much, to tell you, Olive," he heard St. Cloud say, eagerly, "but I dare not. Never was a man placed in a more unfortunate position than my self." "Why should you fear to speak?" asked Olive, in a slightly agitated tone, "if what you wish to say be indeed from your heart?" "Can you doubt it?" was the reply, ac companied by a glance which made Max thrill with anger. But at that moment Rose's cheerful tones were heard, exclaiming: "Oh, Mr. Hart, I cannot find a single Marechal Nicl in bloom I , I am so sorry 1 With one of those buds, your bouquet would be perfect." She stooped as she spoke to pin it on his coat, and Max glancing down at the little, white hand which held the flow ers, thought, bitterly: "Poor child 1 Betrayed by both lovci and sister, what an awakening lies before her 1" That awakening came sooner than he dreamed, for the next afternoon, as Rose reclined, half asleep, on a sofa in the li brary, she heard St. Clond ring at the door. 1 Before she could rouse herself sufficiently to speak, his voice was audible in the adjoining parlor, asking eagerly: "You here, Olive, and alone? Wher is Rose 1" "I left her asleep," was Olive's answer. And St. Cloud, understanding her to mean in her own apartments, said hur riedly: ' 'Do not rouse her. It is so seldom that I see you alone, and and lately 1 think you have avoided me, Olive." There was no answer, and he contin ued: "I cannot blame you; I know how truo and noble you are, and I will not even speak of what I have suffered. But I place my whole fate in your hands. Decide for me. Say but the word, and I will marry Rose." Olive's head dropped, her breath came quicker, as she murmured : "No!" A gleam of triumph shot from St. Cloud's eye. He drew near Olive, and bent over her until his cheek almost touched her own. "My darling," he whispered, "you do not know what a struggle I have .under gone. But Rose is generous. I will tell her all, and at some future day, when she is happy again, you will let me claim you is it not so? For you do forgive me ; you do love me a little. I am sure of it." He laid his hand tenderly on her own, but at that touch, Olive started abruptly to her feet and turned her gray eyes, blaz ing like stars, full upon the astonished St. Cloud. "Love you!" she said. "Yes, as you have loved her my poor, trusting little Rose! Forgive you? Yes, when she forgets you not before! Go, Bertie St. Cloud, and seek some other dupe! I have outwitted you at your own game !" St. Cloud waited for no second bid ding. He had been snared in the toils he himself had laid, and silently raging at his own failure, he quitted the house for ever. Olive turned at once to seek her sister. She found her still crouching on the sofa, from which she had half-arisen, her face fiale as ashes, her whole frame trembling ike a leaf. "Olive, Olive," she cried piteously, "I have heard all !" And Olive, with the muttered com ment, "Thank heaven 1" knelt beside her, and drawing the poor little head down upon her shoulder, soothed her with the tenderest caresses. From that time St. Cloud's name was never mentioned be tween them. But the rumor vof the broken engage ment must, in some way, have reached Max Hart, for it was not long ere he made it convenient to see the two sisters again. He asked no question; he sought no confidence; but his silent and respect, ful sympathy touched them as no words could have done. In time he gained the place he coveted that of a friend valued above all others by them both. But it was long ere he ventured to speak of love to Rose, and when he did, the color rushed painfully to her cheek. "Do you know the story of my post?" she said, bravely. And he replied: "Aye, and love you but the more! You are still my rose my queen of flow ers!" "A poor, withered, faded rose!" sho answered, smiling through her tears. "But the one rose in the world for me!" he said. ' And then she placed both hands in his to have and to hold. Kathe.riiie Hyde. Horso Prayer Cure. The priests of Naples celebrate a yearly festival for the sake of prayer-curing vic ious horses. Oue by one the brutes are annointed and blessed, and their masters buy holy biscuits, which they string to gether and hunsf around the horses in tho form of a necklace. At the conclusion of the solemnity howitzers are blazed off, and the priest collects his fees with the aid of a peremptory bailiff. The be lief in tho ttiieucy of the farce is not more astonishing than the "King's Evil" superstition of medieval England, where hosts of scrofula patients weut hundreds of miles afoot to have their sores touched by the hand of the kiug. Oinciaiuiti hiiijuirer. SELECT SITTINGS. A. chemist has discovered an extract from coal tar 230 times sweeter than sugar. The only Presidents who were never in Congress are Washington, Taylor, Grant, Arthur and Cleveland. It was once a popular opinion tha death is delayed until the ebb of the tide. Hence in cases of sickness many pretended that they could foretell the hour of the soul's departure. Tho word grenade means pomegranate, and is so called from its resemblance in shape to that fruit. In military circles a grenade is an iron bar . filled with powder, which causes great injury whan it bursts. The curious and remarkable discovery is reported that a South American shrub, called "aliza," exudes a juice which acts so powerful in stopping flows of blood that when a knife is smeared with it and used for surgical operations, the largest vessels may be severed without any hem orrhage. Forks were used by the ancients for the same purpose as they now are. A two-pronged silver fork has been found in a ruin on the Via Appia nt Rome, and one of five prongs, one of which is broken off, resembling our silver forks, Jias been found in a tomb at Paestun, and is now preserved in the museum at Naples. A popular term formerly in use for the nails on the ten fingers was the ten "com mandments," which, says Nares, doubt less led to the swearing by them, as by the real commandments. In the same way the fingers were also called the ten bones, and it was a common thing to uS the exclamation, "By these ten bones!" Probably the first American establish ment ftr the exclusive manufacture of edged tools was founded by Mr. Samuel Collins, at Collinsville, Conn., which is now one of the largest establishments of the kind in the world. It was begun about 1826, when the product of a day's labor was the forging and tempering of eight brondaxes. The minute hand of the clock on West minster abbey is sixteen feet long, and the hour hand nine feet. They weigh about a hundred pounds each, and are I kept in motion by weights proportionally ponderous, mo nanas ana nppenuages, in all, weighing about one a half tons. In a recent snow storm in London this clock was stopped, the hands being im peded by tho snow. In Lisbon able-bodied beggors increase their claims to public charity by turning their throats in prodigious goitres. Special experts teach the art of develop ing these excrescences, and the proprietor of a thirty-pound neck-pouch feels , as proud as the owner of a prize pig. There are dealers in deformed babies that can be borrowed at so much a night, with or without the privilege of stimulating their howls by additional artifice j. WISE WORDS. A good name, like good will, is got by many actions and lost by one. Palo death beats with impartial foot at the hovels of the poor and turrcnts of kings. Nature is frank and will allow no man to abuse himself without giving him a hint of it. Remember this: However small you consider your possessions there is some one who envies you them. There is no luck, but there is such a thing as hard work and knowing how to make it answer for what others cull "luck." Real difference of opinion, honestly ex pressed whenever the subject is serious enough to demand it, always deserves respectful attention and consideration. No matter how low down man may get there is not more than one in every 100 of them but wjll prove true to a small trust if his pride be strengthened by your seeming faith, in him. Much of the world is prejudiced against facts, because facts stick to the text and don't go out of the way to con coct a palatable medium for the world's own genteel taste and wise opinions. One breach of faith will always be re membered, no matter how loyal youi subsequent life may be. Peoplo may imagine that they trust you, yet all tho time they have an eye to the former break. Robinson Crusoe's Island. The islund of Juan Fernandez, upon which Alexander Selkirk, theprototypeof Robinson Crusoe, spent his four solitary years, has never since been inhabited until twelve years ago, when the present Governor Rodt settled upon it wilh a small colony. Rodt is a Switzer. In 1800 he fought for Austria against the Prussians, and in 1870 for France. At.T the defeat of the French ho cmigrutcd to Chili and made himself useful to the gov ernment, at whose invitation ho under took the colonization of Robinson Cru soe's lonely islund. Here he has resided for the lust twelve years as governor ami judge. Mostoftliesettlcineiits over whom ho presides are German and Swiss. Near ly nil the vegetation of the temperate zone thrives upon Juan Fernandez. One for the Mahdi. Lord Wolseley, in the course of his recent lecture, told a number of amusing anecdotes, the best of which was as fol lows: One of his ollicers, who happened to have a ghiss eye, was oue day examin ing a prisoner, a zealous follower of the Mahdi. "Why do you believe in tho Mahdi ?" "I belit-ve in him," replied tho man, ''because he cuu work miracles." The officer immediately took out his glass eye, tossed it up in the air, caught it and put it back in its place. "D'ye think the .Mahdi could do tliuH" he a.-,ked. inun was uppulled, and couldu't uy an other word. WASHED AWAY. All unobserved tt started, drcp by drop; The stream grew larger and larger every day; And lol its flooding waters did not stop Till it had washed the bridge of lavs away. The whole foundation, founded on the rock Of faith, fell swiftly downward, stone by stone; Fell swiftly down beneath the awful stock Of waves which beat so cruelly upon. T!s hydra-head it lifted ever higher; It coiled its sinewy longth ail through the day, Flooding the pleasant paths where hod do sire Walked undisturbed npon her wfty. And whon the night-time came, an awnsome scene Shewed where the hurtful flood-tide had been sent, For desolation reigned where erst had beer A sunlight path, and flowers of sweet con tent. Ah mel the saddest of sad sights it is. To see the wrecks of joy strewn thick ahead; The sweet, sweet flowers of happiness to miss, To miss, and feel they are for ever dead. ' To know no more upon joy's pleasant track, Our longing feet in all the years may stray; Saddest of all there is no going back, Because the bridge of love is washed away. HUMOR OF THE DAY A false scent a counterfeit. A long "felt" want a new hat. Alwoys what it is cracked up to be ice. "This is a long tramp," said a po liceman as he ran in a six foot vagrant. Button Bulletin. Some men are born great, some wrestle with the parlor , stove, and some have tho charge of the kitchen fire tMust upon them. tiif 'tings. A friend of ours, absent on a trip to Washington, writes that he has been all through the national capital and consid erable of his own. New York Newt. SACCnARlKK COMMODITIES. Tis sweet to woo a favoring muse, Sweet is bread and honey, Sweet is glad election-news. And sweet the girl with money. QoodaiVs Sun. A little four-year old, while praying one night, said: "Please, God, bless papa and mamma, and make me a good little girl, and if at first you don't suc ceed, try, try again." Life. IMPROVED VERSION. How does the frisky little kid Improve each shining minute; He finds tha jam his mother hid, And sticks his fingers in it. Pittsburg Commercial Courier. "Yes," said Fogg, in a facetious vein, twenty years ago Charley could not read or write ; now he speaks two languages beside his own and is more or less fa miliar with half a dozen more. What, do you think of that?" "Wonderful?" echoed tho boarders. "And how old did you say he was?" asked Jones. Fogg "Twenty-one next summer." Chorus "H'm!" Boston Tranteript. ' 'How are you getting on ?" asked Yeast of young Crimsoubeak, whom he met on tho street tho other day. "First-rate," was the young man's reply. "What are you doing?" further queried Yeast. "I'm a mcdiculdirector in an institution down town." "A medical director!" "Yes; you see I direct envelopes in a patent mcdicino house." "Oh." Statesman. Strange footsteps haunt my chamber in the night; When shadows lengthen in the pale moon light A sound of weird and phantom forms in flight. (Rats 0 And from without my window comes a sound Like harps JEolian playing undergound. And wailing voices from the dork, profound. (Cats I) E. D. Fienon. Games Among tho Ancients. Running, rowing, wrestling boxing, quoit throwing, hunting, chariot racing, horse racing and games of ball were fa vorite sports of the ancients. Polo, which has become fashionable ducing these last few years, is the "Chu gar" of the Persians, and perhaps the Tartars, too, and is supposed to be prehistoric. Games kindred to fives, racquets, ten nis anil lawn -tennis were played in tho days of Horace, and may have had their origin centuries before that era. There w as another game, "pajrauica," which was supposed to be a roviug game, somewhat like hockey, golf or lacrosse. These games were much encouraged among tho young men, and were played in the Campus Martins, Rome. It is a curious thing, but handball is prehistoric in Ireland, and was and is a greut national sport; and as it is known that the Thcuicians were in Ireland many centuries 15. C, it is quite possible that they imported it from tho Mediter ranean, but this is pure speculation. ''Buck, buck, how many fingers do I hold up?" w hich used to be a common enough game among boys at school and in the streets of Rome in the days of Cicero, ami mentioned s "micare digitis," to glitter or wink with the fingers, i. e., to move tlieui quick as lightning, or to use a favorite expression of modern young ludy novelists, to "glint;" or we might take another of their favorite words, to "shimmer." Mora than one half of the internal rev enue, receipts of the government come from the four states of Illinois, New York, Ohio and Kentucky,
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