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The richo it silver ore in largo bodies ever discovered in tho United States was struck lately in the Iron Hill mine, near Dead wood, Dakota. Much of it assayed $ 15,000 to the ton. Americans probably invest more money in farming tools than any other people. By the census of 1S80 tho value of agri cultural implements made the previous year was $03,000,000. Ton years is a long life to tho average of farm tools, and many nro worthies after three or four j oars use or rust. It is probable that the entire amount invented in farm tools now in use is nearly or quito $1,000,000,000. The death of a sea captain recently was ascribed by medical authorities to blood-poisoning, caused by his vessel carrying a cargo of nitrato of soda. Tho sailors were afTectcd by what they called rheumatism. Tho captain, being in th after-cabin, suffered the full force of the evaporation of tho nitrate. It is said that four captains in tho employ of n leading eastern shipping firm have died within a few years from this same cause. A naturalist in the west has concluded cither that owls aro without memory oi that they do not mind going about with owl-traps fastened to their legs. He set a trap to catch un owl and it mysteriously disappeared, lie set a heavier trap and caught in it an owl which had the first trap attached to one of its legs. Tho phrase "stupid as an owl" seems a fitting reflection upon a bird which would set Orbout making a collection of owl-traps in such a manner as this. Harper's Weekly. Tho mahdi's grave outside Omdurman in tho Soudan is now marked by a plain monument, erocted by his successor, Sheikh Abdulla. The false prophet is buried on the spot where he died, in his tent, his sword and silver helmet lying on his tomb, where four dervishes Watch on 1 pray continuously. Now tho grave is enclosed in a stono and brick tower, about fourteen and a half feet in diame ter. The outside wall is whitewashed and decorated with an inscription, in huge black letters, stating that the prophet rests beneath. Tho unequal distribution of land in Great Britain may bo judged by tho fact that seventy-five members of tho new house of commons own more than three thousand acrei of Jand each, with a rec tal valuo of more than $lf ,000 a year. Two of these own $100,000 ci.rh, time more than f 50,000 acres, and seventeen over 10,000 acres apiece. Sir John Hams den's rentals are nearly oao million dol lars per annum; Sir John St. Aubyu's nearly half a million, nud four others are over $150,000 per year. The rentals of twenty-eight members range from $50, 000 to $150,000 each annually, and ye there is but comparatively little emigra tion lrom "the fast-anchored isle." One of those heroines of whom the world hears but little lives near Lexing ton, Ga. Her name is Sallio Hansford. Her husband has been betftidden with rheumatism for nine years, and she has had a family of four children two boys and two girls to support. Last year she bought 107 acres of land, much of it orig inal forest, and with the aid of her two boys, fourteen and fifteen years old,clear c.l rive acres. She cut down the trees, rolled the logs together, split the rails, built the fence, and burnt tho brush, with their help; and made last year nine bales of cotton, also corn and peas enough for her own use, paid for her rent last year, paid her store account, and paid $10 o her laud. She has bought her meat for this year and paid for it. In addition to this she has done the cooking and gonp to market with eggs and chickens. Mr. Ivan Levinstein, the president of tho Manchester section of the Society of Chemical Industry, calls attention to a new substance which is extracted from coal tar, and possesses sweetening prop erties far stronger than the best cane or beet-root sugar. The substance, he said, seemed likely to enter into daily con sumption. According to Mr. Levinstein, one part of it will give a very sweet taste to 10,000 parts of water, for it is 2;J0 times sweeter than best sugar, and taken jn the quantities added to food as sweet ening material, has no injurious effects on the human system. Patients suffering from diabetes have been treated for the lust few months in one of tho principal hospitals in Berlin with saccharin with out feeling in tho least inconvenienced by its use. Tho use of saccharin would, therefore, Mr. Levinstein suid, be not merely a probable substitute for sugar, but it might even be applied to medicinal purposes where sugar was not permissible THE DISAPPOINTED. Thrre are songs enough for the hero, "Who dwells on the height of fam; I Ring for the disa;ijointe(l, For tLoso who misled their aim. 1 sing with a tearful cadence For one who stands in the dark, And knows that his Inst, lost arrow Has bounded 1 ark from tho mark. 1 sing for the breathless runner, Tho eager, anxious soul, Who falls with his strength exhausted Almost In sight of the goal; For the hearts that break In sllenco With a sorrow nil unknown; For those who need companions, Yot walk their ways alone. There are songs enough for the lover.n, Who share love's tender pain; I ing for the one whose passion Is given and in vain. For those whoso spirit comrades Have missed them on tho way, I Ring with a heart o'erflowing This minor si rain to-day. And I know tho solnr system Must somewhere keep in fpa1 A prlzo for that spent runner Who bf.rcly lost the race. For tho rian would bo imperfect Unless it held romc sphere That paid for the toil and talent And love that nro wasted here. Ella Wheeler Wilcor. a TRUST WELL KEPT BY EOML'XD LYONS. Tho torrent of mutiny in India that had been gathering volume and force in secret for months had burst its barriers at Inst, nnd was sweeping along as though past all control. The gallant old Colonel Pratt had paraded his regiment in front of his bungalow, and, with his gray hair rippled by tho warm breeze, had ex pressed to them his ill-founded confi dence that, though all tho other Sepoys rose in rebellion, they would never rise. His men, whom he always spoke of as "his children," greeted his speech with ring ing cheers. Two hours l iter they had murdered the veteran, and, under their own chosen leaders, were marching to Delhi, their band playing, with tho curi ous inconsistency for which the mutineers from first to last wero famous, tho Eng lish national anthem, "(iod Save the Queen." Allahabad had fallen. Every officer nt the mess table, Avith ore ex ception, had been butchered by tho ser vant who stood behind him, and struck with his knife when the signal was given. The one who escaped the general doom, and who was called, when the story was told, the "Martyr of Allahabad," sprang through a window of the mess room, and Reaching the banks of the Ganges plunged in and swam for many miles; hiding in the jungle during the" day, and drifting with the current at night; suffering in credible hardships, to die of native fever induced by the exposure when friends and appaient safety were readied at hist. Other officers belonging to that ill fated mess escaped.' Not many, and those only because they were not at the table when the murderous signal was given. One of them, having been de tained by regimental business, was hur rying to join his comrades when a woman stopped him by coming with startling suddenness from the shadow of a clump of bamboos beside the road. 'Sahib, don't go on!" she said, speak ing in her own language. "They are all dead by this time! Bodcn Singh was behind your chair, his knife ready, and had you been in it you would hirve been with Allah now. Itoden Singh was mad with rage, nnd waiting. He had waited so long that ho said he could wait no longer. He wanted to murder you last night when you weie asleep on the char poy. but I told him if he did so it would not be easy to get the officers all together at the mess to-night. So he agreed to wait a little longer und stab you in the back, as the others wero stabbed, while. he stood behind at dinner. He has killed somebody else by this time, to make up for having missed you. Yes.it isi terri ble, but why did you put the grca-c on the cartridges? Ah, here they come!" . The butchery was over, and a troop of soldiers, accompanied by the servants who had slain their masters, were march ing down the road, headed by a band playing "Rule Britannia." The woman who had spoken was Pooniah, the wifo of the villain Boden Singh, frlloden Singh was the "bearer." or body servant, of the oflicer who had been warned. I was the officer. "Quick, Sahib!" she exclaimed, has tily, as I stood irresolute in the middle of the road. "They will see us in a minute. Hide in the clump of bamboos! And in a moment we were crouching there, side by side, while the mutineers came on, marching with that steady military step that they had learned so well from their English master'. I hey bad learned some other things, too, from the fame teachers, and in the next few months they showed all too plainly that the seel of instruction had not been cast upon bnrWi soil. "Why did you put grease on the cart ridges?" At that moment, with life and death hanging about evenly in the bal ance, those words and their evil inference were ringing in my brain. Assuredly the pork grease on the cartridges had in some degree hastened the mutiny. The cart ridges of that day had to bo bitten before they were used, and both Hindoo and Mussulman abhor the flesh of the pi.', though the higher classes cat imported hams and bacou, find protest that they are not the same meut at all. The Sepoys had gono on biting the cartridges contentedly, and with no idea that they were putting the unclean thing into their mouths, until the rebellious rajahs, watching for inch an opportunity, wilily pointed out tho griev ance. Several of tho regiments protested, and asked that the grease on tho cart ridges be changed, so as no longer to clash with their religious principles; and had the ndvicc, strongly urged, of tho astute Sir John Lawrence, then collector of Agra, afterward governor-general of India, been taken these requests would have been granted nt once; but India's rulers, in the pride of a century's almost undisturbed possession, feared nothing, suspected no danger, and drifted blindly on to the sharpest crisis in England's later history. A clump of bnmboos is a good spot for a fugitive to hide in. It is an excellent place also for a party of soldiers to en camp by. The mutineers thought so, and, throwing themselves on the parched grass beside the road twenty yards from where Ate were hidden, they began to smoke and discuss in low, cautious tones, for they were still distrustful of them selves and each other, the prospects of tho desperate venture to which they wero now irretrievably committed. It was quite light enough now to sco that Boden Singh was not with tho sol diers. Where lias he gone to? I asked my preserver, in a whisper. "He has gono to your bungalow," she replied, significantly. "He expects to find you there!" Situated as I then was, forewarned and, therefore, forearmed, I was sin cerely sorry that Boden Singh would not find me in my bungalow. The clump of tall, thin bamboos wero singing their endless song to tho night breeze, felt by their sensitive, lofty tops, though not perce)ftib"lo below; and, our voices lost to the niutiners in the groan ing and creaking of tho branches, I learned from Pooniah her reason for sav ing me. A few weeks previously, when the'jhndow of the advancing mutiny had fallen on tho country, I caught Boden Singh, who could read and speak Eng lish remarkably well, about to open a lctteri.giicn to me by a messenger from Sir John Lawrence to.' deliver to the commissioner of Jubbnlpore. In view of tho expected outbreak such an inten tion, if exposed, would .infallibly havo been quickly followed by ioden Singh's execution ; but he had read nothing of tho dispatch, and, yielding to Pooniah's entreaties, I was silent, and his life was scared. "The timo is close at hand, sahib," said the grateful wife, "when I may do for you what you have done for him, und" she sto ipcd down, picked up a small piece of eaith and swallowed it, following a well known cutom of Hindoo fanat icism "may this choke me if I betray the trust." Boden Singh, too, pledged himself to repay the debt I had placed him under. How the husband and wife kept faith, with me tho coming ordeal showed. "Pooniah! Why aro you here?" It was Bodcn Singh who spoke. Coming by a short cut from my bungalow he had approached the rear of the clump and nearly fallen over us. In another second ho had seen me, nnd his knife a carv ing knife from the mess table was in his hand; and in tho next I had him by the throat, disarmed, and on the ground. He would have shouted for help, but Pooninh stooped, and in quick, nervous tones whispered : "Boden Singh, utter one word and I will run out and say you were saving your sahib ! You were his bearer, and gave him warning in time to prevent him from going to tho mess table. How long do you think you would live after that was told? The sahib will sparo your life again if you will promise not to join tho mutineers. Lie quiet now, and you will never see me after to night." . The villain saw his only chance for safety. Sullenly he gave the promise re quired of him, and lay still for twenty minutes. Then the Sepoys moved away, and half an hour later 1, for the second time, allowed Boden Singh to go in peace. 1 "Sahib," said Pooniah, "I have kept my trust. I can do no more for you. Salaam." She was gone, and I never saw her again. More fortunately than tho "Martyr of Allahabad" I got safely into Lucknow.and came out with Sir Colin Campbell's men when they marched to our relief. It is, perhaps, needless to say that Boden Singh's word was broken. Ho was an active mutineer. I saw him for the last time near Cawnpore. He was one of a long line of Sepoys tied to a staked ropo running forward from the muzzle of a shotted gun. "Bodcn Singh," I said, "I cannot save you this time." "Would you if you could?" he asked. And as I looked on tho traitor's face, and recollections of the past crowded upon ine, I could only reply: "I don't think I would." Xete York Star. A Novel Trade Custom. "A novel commercial custom came to my notice in Vera Cruz, Mexico," says a traveler in that country to a Pittsburg Jiisiatch reporter. "I went into a to bacco shop to buy it cigar. I got one for live tents, which pleased me, and then aked the price of a box. I found that if I bought a box I would have to j ay at tho rate of five and a half cents apiece. TJiey look upon our middle-men as rob bys, and claim that we have no right, if Avcan sell a box of cigars for three dol lars and a hulf, to charge five cents apiece." A Simian Sentinel. Abu Tama's band of Soudan guerrillas have a pet baboon, who accompanies them on all their expeditions, and performs picket duty when his two-legged com rades are overcome with fatigue. II is coughing baik has several times foiled the stea thy advance of hostiles, and ho seems to understand the purpose of fire arms, for at the first flash of a rifle he will fling hims.'lf flat on the ground.- L fitcayo J lines. . SINKING THE ALBEMARLE. HOW THE CONFEDERATE RAM WAS DESTROYED BY CTJSHXNGr. Attaching a Torpedo to the Vessel nnd mowing Her up A Daring Midnight Deed. A writer in the Detroit Free Pmi gives a thrilling account of tho destruc tion of tho Confederate ram Albemarle by Lieutenant Cushing,of the Federal navy. AVe quote from the article as follows, be ginning at the timo that the little mid night expedition of thirteen had arrived lose to tho Confederate vessel in their launch : Tho wharf where the ram reposed, grim and confident in its strength, loomed upon the expectaft vision of Gushing, who in a whisper directed that the. gear of the torpedo should be ready for prompt action. The boom was shipped in its place, tho torpedo adjust ed, guys hauled taut, and trigger line placed close to Cushing's hand. The speed of the boat was slackened, a posi tion taken abreast of the ram the launch was headed straight for the mon ster, and the long-looked for decisive moment had arrived. Suddenly there flared up from cither bank a broad belt of light, illuminating the dark bosom of the river with almost the distinctness of day. The launch, with its fatal number of thirteen, was revealed to the keen eyes of tho guard j on shore. I ft H ' i . 1. V '1 1 tuiiu guca iuuio i uuuuu a tmurp, clear voice. "Who's in that launch? Report, or I'll open fire upon you." This was followed by the rattle of firearms, as an unseen force made ready for the next command. The Shamrock's cutter at this juncture vas cutoff, with orders to proceed down the river and capture' the force on the Southfield, if possible, or to try and spike the guns there. Gushing,, realiziug that concealment was no longer possible,, while every mo ment to him twus worth its weight in gold, rushed toward the ram with tor pedo poised ready to do its work. His tall form towered above the rest of tho crew as he stood t;rcct, his eyes flashing and hnir streaming out from beneath his cap. Again there was a-hail, and Cush ing, allow ing his natural dare-devil spirit to gaiu the ascendancy, replied : "Yankees you, lookout Tor your selves?" He laughed recklessly as a vol ley of rifle balls whizzed about his ears, but his eves never eyen lest sight ftf tho ram. The smooth side of tho launch were splintered and torn, fiddled in fact through and through, and the water spurted up through the planks, in half a dozen places. , v The guard on he wharf aroijsed by the alarm came pouring forth from their quarters, half asleep, bewildered and not knowing which way to turn to meet the foe. Tho huge ports of tho ranj swung open, her decks appeared covered wTith men, rushing Avildty to and fro, demor alized, tilled witn4 consternation, and unable to ward off tkq impending -danger. The bow gun of the Albemarle, trained down the river, was fired, probably at Urandom, but its thunderous echoes rang throughout the town with startling ef fect, arousing both citizens and soldiery, who mingled in a surging mass as 'they rushed toward the river to discover what was the cause of the alarm; Tho flash of the gun revealed the. low over-hang of the ram to the sharp eye of Cushing, and for that point he directed the launch, when, as he came within striking distance, he discovered for ...the first time the raft of logs surroundingTthe ram. The bell of the ram, together wfth a number of alarm rattles were creating a fearful din, while tho confusion, and jostling of the mob prevented anything like concerted action. This probably saved the life of Gushing, for, although the air seemed full of bullets, no one appeared to know at Avhat they were firing. In tho midst of tho wild fusilade a blast from tke river, a storm of grape and canister tearing" through their crowded ranks and the Confederates fell back, yelling that tho Yamkees were Mon them. , j Cushing had trained the howitzer in the bows of tho launch upon tho throng, firing full in their faces. Before they recovered from the panic which had seized tlTbm, Cushing d taken a sharp sheer with tho launch, making a com VJete circle, so as to strike her fairly,and ent iuto her bows on. , The fleet little tf.ift wa flying through tho water, Cushing standing by the tiller, intent upon one result the destruction of the ram. Musket and rifle bulls were sing ing through tho air in every direction, tho clothing of Cushing had sustained several rents, but none had scratched him. "Leave the ram !" he shouted. "Jump, for I'm going to send you sky high!" AVith a heavy thud and sharp shock the launch struck the boom of logs directly opposite the rani's port quarter, pressed them down, thereby gainingscveral feet. To quote Cushing's own words will best illustrate tho situation: "In a moment we had struck the logs, breasting them in some feet, and our bows resting on them. The torpedo boom was then low ered, and by a vigorous pull I succeeded in driving the torpedo under the over hang, and exploded it at tho same timo that the Albemarle's gun was fired. A shot seemed to go. crashing through my boat, and a den-e mass of water rushed in from the torpedo, tilling the launch und completely disabling her." A scam twenty-fivo feet in length and three inches wide had been opened in tho ram, proving her death wound, and the Albemarle, with the shuttered re muius of the little launch, sank to the oozy, muddy bed of tho river, side by side. Cushing refused to surrender, and, or dering the crew to save themselves, Iuinned headlong into the watr, followed y the hiss and zip of a torrent of leaden missiles. Ho swam to the middle of the stream, and when about half a mile below the town came across Acting Master's Mate Woodman, of the Commodore Hull. Gushing assisted him all ho was able, but failed to get him nshofe. Completely exhausted, Cushing man aged to reach the shore, but was too weak to crawl out of the water until jtist at daylight, when he managed to creep into the swamp close to the fort. But four of the thirteen escaped. Some were drowned, others shot and a number capturcO The prisoners were surrounded by the rjow thoroughly aroused and in furiated n"ieb, who swore they would kill the Yankees on the spot. Swords, re volvers, rifles and bowio knives were branished and leveled. The guard hav ing the prisoners in charge appeared powerless, when tho commander of tho Albemarle forced his way through the crowd and gained tho side of the cap tives. He was a tall, powerful man, and exerting his strength soon cleared a space sufficient for the guard to re-form and fix bayonets. Then drawing his navy revolver he stood between tho glaring,fuming 6oldiery and their would bo victims. Pacing the crowd ho swore he would die by their side before a hail of their heads should be harmed, and the first one offering to molest them would be shot. "I have been thirty-five years in tho United States navy," he said, "and this is the bravest deed I have ever known or heard of." Under tho protection of the Confeder ate naval officer the survivors were soon lodged in a place of safety and left to their own refections. But they had heard enough to convince them that the grand object of their mission had been accomplished, and that tho Albemarle was a thing of the past. Gushing rested in the secure depths of the swamps until the sun had risen and then started through the dense mass of mud, water and entanglements of roots until finally ho came out upon solid ground some distance below the town. Here he met a negro who. proceeded to town 2nd soon returned with the infor mation that the ram was sunk. Proceed ing through another swamp he came to a creek, where he captured a skiff or dug out belonging to one of tho advanced pickets. With this and tho aid of a pad dle he managed to reach, tho Valley City about 11 o'clock that night It was a. gallant exploit, unsurpassed for coolness in the history of any navy on tho face of tho globe. A naval writer thus renders the tribute of praise to his brother oflicer. "A more heroic picture can hardly be conceived than Cushing. rStanding in his launch, running hard on to the Albemarle, the glare of the fire on hore throwing its lights and shadows on the doomed ram, and illuminating the man, who pushed on, placed the torpedo by his own hand, when he desired ex ploded it, and received nt tho same timo, at the cannon's mouth, the blast of a 100 pounder'rifle.IIe was at that time twenty two years of ago." With the loss of tho Albemarle, tho last vessel of tho Confederate iron-clad navy disappeared. The Merrimac, tho Arkansas, the Louisiana, the Mississippi, tho Manassas, tho Atlanta and the Ten nessee, had all been captured, sunk or blown up. " An Elephant Wrecks a Bustle. Catherine Cole, one of the best known literary women of the South, told a New ork Mail and Express reporter that the worst fright she ever got in her life was from the defunct elephant, Jumbo. Tho lady described the thrilling incident as follows: "I was in England and visited the Zoological gardens frequently. That was before Jumbo became noted for having the 'moost,' as the Mahouts call it bad temper in English. One fine day I attired myself in a new dress with an exceeding ly large bustle, as was the style tiien, und ia my rounds dropped in at tho Zoo. "I was walking around the garden when suddenly I felt myself lilt'-'d like a feather into the air. I tried to scream, but I could not, I didn't have the time. The power that raised me aloft had me by tho bustle, and I could hear that protu berance crushing together as if a moun tain had smashed it. Then I described a semi-circle and was let down, bustlo and all, on tho walk. I heard a shout of merry childish voices and Jumbo passed with twenty or thirty children on his back. It seems that I Avas just in front of him and quick as thought ho seized mo by the bu-tle of my dress nnd care fully lifted me to one side. His gentle squeeze of my bustle broke it into it use less wreck, and I lost five pounds of flesh from concentrated fright. It took moan hour to realize exactly what bad hap pened and take an inventory of thesma-h-up. I never went back to the Zoo any more. 1 am now as a Texas cowboy is about Indians. Ho likes them better dead. So do I elephants. I always bus tle to get away from these mastodons when I see them coming." An Obliging Animal. Horse-dealer "That's a beautiful boss, sir, just beautiful. I wouldn't part with that boss for the money to anyono but you." Inexperienced Buyer "But there seems to bo something the matter wit li his ribs. Why, you can see every rib in his body." Horse-dealer "Yes, but just look at the advantage. How many bosses do you suppose there are whose ribs can be seen? Not one in ten, sir; not one in ten. Why, that boss is so obliging that if he had an idea that ho had uuothcr lib stowed away somewhere he'd actually feel sad if he couldn't show it. Yes, sir yes, sirl Shall we cull it a bargain f' Tid-BUs. The oldest Episcopul churchin tho United States is thut in Williamsburg, Va. It contains the font in which Pocahontas was baptized. THE STARS SHINE OUT. The stars shine out and gild the sky, Softly the night winds breathe and sigh; And, as tho world fades from my sight, I feel the presem of the night Wrapped in its strange deep mystery. Dark vapors rise their flsgors Ho Coldly upon my brow, but I Lift np my startled gaze, and bright The stars shine out. Trust on, sad heart, nor question why The shadows and the night draw nigh. The mist of doubt will melt in light, God's face will put them all bo flight. Till then, look up, for still on high The stars shine out Walter T. Field, in the Current HUMOR OF THE DAT. Post of duty Tho custom-hcuM. Toe martyrs People with corra. Sharps and fiats Needles and dad. A deed of trust Lending a mm & dol lar. A policeman, like a man climbing a ladder, goes the rounds. Men who aro always giving themselve away are no more generous than others. Life. Anyone who is quick at repartee must necssarily have a great response ability. Merchant-Traveler. A very slim dude and a very stout cane have been known to pas3 for brothers. Philadelphia Herald. A Texas gentleman has observed that when he goes out hunting and has his gun with him, and wants to ride on tho street car, he has never yet had occasion to signal a street car driver twice. Texa Sifting s. Two fashionable young ladies were walking down street, ono on either side of a young gentleman, extremely swell in attire and equally meagre in propor tions. A street gamin grinned at them, then remarked dryly, much to the dis comfort of the dude: "Ain't much in that sandwich." Boston Jlecord. At a masquerade, where people strayed, A dude wished to be there; So he asked a belle if sho would tell What costume he should wear. "Go as a tree, my doar," said she, With countenance serene; "I tell you that 'twill fit you pat; Go as an evergreen. " , GoodalVa Sun. One little girl was heard to say to a playmate: "When I grow up I'm going to be a school-teacher." "Well, I'm go ing to be a mamma and have six chil dren." "When they come to school to me I'm going to whip 'em, whip 'em," "You mean thing. What have they ever, done to you?" Boston Journal. Carious Timepieces. in the year 183a a transparent watcn of small size, constructed principally of rock crystal, was presented to the Acad emy of Sciences in Paris. The Avorks were all visible; tho two-tcethed wheels which carried the hands were of rock crystal and the others were metal. All the screws were fixed in crystal nud each axis turned on rubies. The escapement was of sapphire, tho balance wheel of rock crystal and the spring of gold. It kept excellent time. A curiosity in the way of watches was shown by the director of the Watch makers' school at Geneva before the ho rological section of tho society of arts at a meeting last year. This wonder is nothing less than a watch with one wheel, manufactured at Paris in the last century. A recent number of the Jewelers'1 Circu lar describes an ancient musical clock now in possession of a citizen of Mari etta, Wis. "It is 235 years old and keeps good timo. The movement , ia made of wood, lead and iron. The weight that runs the musical part weighs fifty pounds. It plays a piece every hour, but it is rather hoarse at present from old age. The dial ia large, and has the paintings of William Penn, describing his history. At the top are five musicians dressed in uniforms, who raise their instruments to their lips as they begin to play. The ta e is mude of maple and mahogany. It was made ia the year 1(510, and was brought to this country in 1847 by a party of emigrants, being tho only timepiece brought with them." A paragraph went the rounds of the newspaper some timo ago, describing the novel invention of a Salt Lake jew eler. It ia a timepiece in the shape of a steel wire stretched across a show win dow, on which a stuffed canary hops from left to right, indicating as it goes the hours of the day by pointing with his beak at a dial stretched beneath the wire, and having the figures from one to twenty-four. When it reaches tht latter fig ure it glides across the figure to one again. There is no mechanism whatever that can be seen, it all being inside tho b:rd. The inventor says he was three years in study ing it out. A novel form of clock has recently been designed by an English artizin. The face has the form of a tambouriui decorated with a wreath of twelve flow ers at equal distances apart. These mark tho hours, und over them glide two gayly painted butterflies, 'm buyer th'in the other. These 'are the hands the larger indicating the minutes, tlie small er the hours. The works aro concealed behind the tambourine, und the motions of the butterflies, which are made of magnetic irTetal, are produced by mag. nets carried on the anna, forming the real hands of the clock. Alio. her clock worthy of mention is exhibited iu a well known clock linker's window in London. In is a framed and co'ored photograph of the houses of parliament, Westminster, with u real dial let into tho tower to repieseut " Big lien." The uiul is very small to match the p'.iotogr.tph; nevertheless it is said to ke. p goo 1 time. Seie i'vrk Observer.
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