RATES OF ADVERTISING. On ?inr, m loeta, out Inrtrtlon. A 1 OA Om Bqmn, on lnfh, or month,. .......... Oo One Pqnr, one Inch, threa mestbi, H One Fqure, on Inch, on jtr.,... It o Two Sqrtre, on yr H ft Qnrtr Column, on jr.. ...... .......... , 9 tt IIif Column, on year M .'... t On Colnmn, on yaw ..V M Lgal adrcrtiMmenti tennl) r iln (rtioa. VnriK t dth boUom crtl AU WU for TrtT dTartlMmts ' . trlr. Temporal? kdTrUmM urt h wk.4. fc I pnbllihed rrf Wflniay, by J. k. WENK. OttJoa la 8marbggh & Co.'a Building HIM STRI8T, TIONKSTA, Pa, Terme, - - - tl.OO per Yar. No nbiript!om received for a shorter p1od than ttip months. C.w.df nc olleltel frm U nrti of th eou.r Ho notlo wlU P taken ofaon?mou ooramxscetiOBi. CirO ii YOL. III. KQ. 6. TIONESTA, PA., VEDNESDAT, JUNE 2, 1886. $1.50 PER ANNUM. td ranee. THE FOEEST REPUBLICAN d fl o f I - I 1 The richest silver oro In largo bodies ever discovered iu the United States was Mruck lately in the Iron Hill mine, near Dead wood, Dakota. Much of it assayed $15,000 to tlio ton. Americans probably invest more money in forming tools than any other people. nj me census of isgo tho value of agri cultural implements made the previous year wr.s $08,000,000. Ten years is a long life to tho average of farm tools, and many are worthier after three or four j oars use or rust. It is probable that the entire amount inverted in farm tools now in use is nearly or quite $1,000,000,000. Tho death of a sea captain recently was ascribed by medical authorities to blood-poisoning, caused by his vessel carrying a cargo of nitrate of soda. The sailors were affected by what they called rheumatism. Tho captain, bring in tht after-cabin, suffered the full force of the evaporation of tho nitrate. It is said that four captains in the employ of a leading eastern shipping firm have died within a few years from this same cause. A naturalist in tho west has concluded either that owls are 'without memory oi that they do not mind going about with owl-traps fastened to their legs., Ho set a trap to catch an owl and it mysteriously disappeared. Ho set a heavier trap and caught in it an owl which had the first trap attached to one of its legs, 'ho phrase "stupid as an owl" seems a fitting reflection upon a bird which would set aJout making a collection of owl-traps in such a manner as this. Harper's Weekly. The mahdi's grave outside Omdurman in tho Soudan is now marked by a plain monument, erected 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 ant pray continuously. Now the grave is enclosed in a stone 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. The unequal distribution of land in Great Britain may be judged by the fnet that seventy-five members of the new house of commons own more than three thousand acre of Jand each, with a ren tal value of mote than $lf,000 a year. Two of these own $100,000 c:.rh, time more than $50,000 acres, and seventeen over 10,000 acres apiocc. Sir John Rams den's rentals are nearly one million dol lars per annum; Sir John St. Aubyn's nearly half a million, and four others arff over $150,000 per year. The rentals of twenty-tight members rango from $50, COO to $150,00Q each nnnnally, and ye there is but comparatively little emigra tion from "the fast-anchored isle." One of those heroines of whom tho world hears but little lives near Lexing ton, Ga. Her name is Sallie Hansford. Her husband has been beofridden 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 ed five acres. She cut down tho trees, rolled the logs together, split tho rails, built the fence, and burnt the brush, with their help; and made last year nine bales of cutton, also corn and peas enough for her own use, paid for her rent last year, paid her store account, and paid $10 o her land. She has bought her meat for this year and paid for it. In addition to this sho has done tho cooking and gon,o to market with eggs and chickens. ' Mr. Ivan Levinstein, the president of the 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 230 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 last few months in one of the principal hospitals in Berlin with saccharin with out feeling in the least inconvenienced bv its use. The use of saccharin would, therefore, Mr. Levinstein taid, be not merely a probable substitute for sugar, but it might even be applied to medicinal purposes where sugar was not permissible. THE DISAPPOINTED. There are songs enough for the hero, Who dwells on the heights of fame; I sing for the disappointed, For those who misled their aim. I s!ng with a tearful cadence For one who stniuls in the dark, And knows that his Inst, best arrow Has bounded tack from the mark. I sing for the breathlesi runner, The eaifer, anxious soul, Who falls with his strength exhausted Almost In sight of the goal; For the hearts that break in silcnco With a sorrow all unknown ; For those who need companions, Yet walk thoir ways alone. There are songs enough for the lover.i, Who share love's tender pain; I sing for the one whose passion Is given and in vain. For those whose spirit comrades Have missed thorn on the way, I sing with a heart o'erflowlng This minor strain to-day. ' And I know tho solar system Must somewhere keep in rpa' A prize for that spent runner Who barely lost the race. For tho Plan would be imperfeci Unless it held fomo sphere That paid for the toil and talent .And love that aro wasted here. Ella Wlueltr Witeon.- a TRUST WELL KEPT BY EDMUND LYONS. The torrent of mutiny in India that had been gathering volume and force in secret for months had burst its barriers at last, and 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- Srcsscd to th(m his ill-founded confi ence that, though all the other Sepoys rose in rebellion, they would never rise. His men, whom he always spoke of as "his children," greeted his s'peeeh with ring ing cheers. Two hours liter 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 were famous, the Eng lish national nnthem, "God Save the Queen." Allahabad had fallen. Every officer nt the mess table, with one ex ception, hod 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, tho "Martyr of Allahabad," sprang through a window of the mess room, and caching the banks of the Ganges plunged in and swam for many miles; hiding in the junglo during tho day, and drifting with the current nt niirht; suffering in credible hardships, to die of native fever induced by the exposure when friends and apparent safety were reached nt last. 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 topped 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 aro all dead by this time. Boden Singh was behind your chair, his knife ready, ond had you been in it you would hsrve been with Allah now. Ilodcn Singh was mad with rage, nnd waiting'. He had waited so long that lie said he could wait no longer. He wanted to murder you Inst night when you were asleep on the char poy. but 1 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 and stab you in tho back, us the others wero stabbed, while he stood behind at dinner. He hss killed somebody else by this time, to make up for having missed you. Yes.it is terri ble, but why did you put the grease on the cartridge? Ah, here they come!" . The butchery wos over, and a troop of soldiers, accompanied by tho 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 Pooninh, the wife of the villain Boden Singh. frBodcn Singh was tho "bearer," or body servant, of the oflioer who had been warned. I was the officer. "Quick, Sahib!'1 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 tho mutineers came on, marching with that steady military step that they had learned so well froni their English masters. They had 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 bar&i f-oil. "Why did you put grease on the cart ridges?" At that moment, with life and death hanging about evenlv in the bal ance, those words and their evil inierence were ringing in my brain. Assuredly the pork greuse on the cartridges had in some degree hastened the mutiny. The cart ridges of that day had to be bitten before they were used, and both Hindoo und Mussulman abhor the flesh of the pi'.', though the higher classes eat imported hams and bacon, nnd prote.-t that they are not the same meat at ull. The Sepoys had g.ine on biting the cartridges contentedly, and with no idea that they were iiuttiuif the unclean thing into their mouths, until the rebe'lious rajahs, watching for such an opportunity, wilily pointed out the griev ance. Several of tho regiments protestod, and asked that tho grease on the cart ridges be changed, so ns no longer to clash with their religious principles; and had the advice, strongly urged, of the astute Sir John Lawrence, then collector of Agra, afterward governor-general of India, been taken these requests would have been granted at 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 bamboos 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 we 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 the desperate venture to which they wero now irretrievably committed. It was quite light enough now to sco that Boden Singh was not with the sol diers. Where las he gone to? I asked my preserver, in a whisper. "He has gone to your bungalow," she replied,' significantly. "He expects to find you there 1" Situated as I then was, forewarned and, therefore, forearmed, I was sin cerely sorry that Boden Singh would not find me in my bungalow. Tho clump of tall, thin bamboos were singing their endless song to the night breeze, felt by their sensitive, lolty tops, . though uot percefftiblo below; and, our voices lost to the niutiners in the groan ing and creaking of the branches, I learned from Pooniah her reason for sav ingme. A few weeks previously, when theVhadow 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 lctturAgiven to me by messenger from, Sir John Lawrence tov tfoliver to the commissioner of . Jubbtrlpore. In view of tho expected outbreak such an inten tion, if exposed, would (infallibly have been quickly followed by loden Singh's execution ; but he had read nothing of the dispatch, and, yielding to Pooniah's entreaties, I was silent, and his life was spared. "The time is close at hand, sahib," said the grateful wife, "when I may do for you what you have done forhim,and" she stojped down, picked up u small piece of cuitli and swallowed it.following a well known custom of Hindoo fanat icism "may this choke me if I betray the trust." Boden Singh, too, pledged himself to repay the debt I hud placed him under. How the husband and wife kept faith with me the coming ordeal showed. "Pooniah 1 Why are you here?" It was Boden 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 he had seen me, nnd his knife a carv ing knife from- the mess table was in his hand; and in the 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 ond I will run out and say you were saving your sahib 1 You were his bearer, and gave him warning in time to prevent him from going to the mess table. How long do you think you would live after that was told ? . The sahib will Bparo your life again if you will promise not iu join mu mutineer, ljio quick uuw, 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 hiih, 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. . .. "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 the "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. He 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 rope running forward from tho muzzle of a shotted gun. "Boden Singh," I said, "I cannot save you this time." "Would you if you could?" he asked. And as I looked on the traitor's face, and recollections of the past crowded upon me, I could only reply: "I don't think I would." Keu York Star. A Novel Trade Custom. "A novel commercial custom came to my notice in Vera Cruz, Mexico," ays a traveler in that country to a Pittsburg JHjatch reporter. "I went into a to bacco shop to buy a cigar. I got one for five cents, which pleased me, and then asked the price of a box. I found that if I bought a box I would have to pay at tho rate of five aud a half cents apiece. Tjhey look upon our middle-men as rob-bw-s, and claim that we have no right, if vft can sell a box of cigars for three dol lars and a half, to charge five cents apiece." A Simian Sentinel. Abu Tama's band of Soudan guerrillas have apct baboon, who accompanies them on all their expeditions, and perforins picket duty when his two-legged com rudes are overcome with fatigue. His coughing balk has several times foiled the fctea thy advance of hostile, and hu beeins to understand the purpose of fire arms, for at the first flash of a rire he will fling hims :lf flat on the ground.- SINKING THE ALBEMARLE. HOW THE CONFEDERATE RAM WAS DESTROYED BY CUSHING. Attach in tr a Torpedo to the) Vessel and Blowing Her tip A Daring Midnight Deed. A writer in tho Detroit Free Prest gives a thrilling account of the destruc tion of the Confederate ram Albemarle by Lieutenant Cushing,of the Federal navy. We cuote from the article as follows, be ginning at the time that the little mid night expedition of thirteen had arrived Close to tho Confederate vessel in their mnch: The wharf where the ram reposed, grim and confident in its strength, loomed upon tho expectant vision of. Cushin'g, who in a whisper directed that the, gear of the torpedo should be ready for prompt action. Tho boom was shipped in its place, the 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 tho ram the launch was headed straight for the mon ster, and the long-looked for decisive moment had arrived. Suddenly there flared up from either bank a broad belt of light, illuminating the dark bosom of the river with almost the distinctness of tfay. The launch, with its fatal number of thirteen, was revealed to the keen eyes of the euard I on shore. "Who goes there?" hailed a sharp, 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 ias 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. Cushing,, realizing that concealment was no longer possible., while every mo ment to him ,was 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 the crew as he stood -erect, his eyes flashing and hair streaming out from beneath his cap. Again there was ahail, and Cush ing, allowing his natural dare-devil spirit to gain the ascendancy, replied : "Yankees you, lookout Hot your selves?" He laughed recklessly as a vol ley of riflo balls whizzed .about his ears, but his eves never even lest sight tf the ram. The smooth side hi the launch were splintered and torn, riddled in fact through and through, and the water spurted up through the planks, in half a dozen places. . The guard on "(the wharf arojiped by the alarm came pouring forth from their quarters, half asleep, bewildered and not knowing which way to turn to meet the foe. The huge ports of tho rarii swung open, her decks appeared covered with men, rushing wildTp to and fro, demor alized, filled witn4 consternation, and unable to ward off tho, impendingdanger. The bow gun of the Albemarle, ' trained down the river, w;as fired, probably at Urandom, but its thunderous echoes rang throughout the town with startling ef fect, arousing both citizens and soldiery, who mingkil in a surging mass as they rushed toward the river to discover what was the cause of the alarim The 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 surroundinthe 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 jf dishing, for, although the air seemed full of bullets, no one appeared to know at what they were firing. In the midst of the 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 the Yankees were afion them. j . Cushing had trained the howitzer in the bows of the launch upon the throng, firing full in their faces. Before they recovered from the panic which had seized tfleui, Cushing 3iad taken a sharp sheer with the launch, making a com Ycte circle, so as to strike her fairly.and O'ent into her bows on. ,The fleet little fiaft wa flying through tho water, Cushing standing by the tiller, intent upon one result the destruction of the ram. Musket and ritle balls were sing ing through the air in every direction, the clothing of Cushing had sustained several rents, but noue had scratched him. "Leave the ram !" he shouted. "Jump, for I'm going to send you sky high I" With a heavy thud and sharp shock the launch struck the boom of logs directly opposite the raui's port quarter, pressed them down, thereby gaining several feet. To quote Cushing's own words will best illustrate the 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 the same time that the Albemarle's gun was fired. A shot seemed to go crashing through my boat, and a derive mass of water rushed in from the torpedo, filling the launch und completely aisubling her." A seam twenty-five feet in length and three inches wide had been opened in the ram, proving her death wound, and the Albemarle, with the shattered re mains of the little launch, sank to tho oozy, muddy bed of the river, side by side. Cushing infused to surrender, and, or dering the crew to save themselves, lumped head'.ong into the watr,followed by the hiss in 1 zip of a torrent of leaden missiles. He 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. Cushing assisted him all he was able, but failed to get him ashore. Completely exhausted, Cushing man aged to reach the shore, but was too weak to crawl out of tho water until jfist at daylight, when ho managed to creep into the swamp close to the fort. But four of the thirteen escaped. Some were drowned, others shvt and a number captureiJJThe prisoners were surrounded by the n,ow thoroughly aroused and in furiated nob, who swore they would kill the Yankees on tho spot. Swords, re volvers, rifle9 and bowie knives were brauished 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 the 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 the glaring.fuming soldiery and their would be victims. Facing the crowd he swore he would die by their side before a hait of their heads should be harmed, and the first one offering to molest them would be shot. "I have been thirty-five years in the United States navy," he said, "and this is the bravest deed I have ever known or heard of." Under the 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 fc convince them that the grand object of thoir mission' had been accomplished, and that the Albemarle was a thing of the past. Cushinjr 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 he came out upon solid ground some distance below the town. Here ho met a negro who. proceeded to town find 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 oue of tho advanced pickets. With this and the aid of a pad dle he managed to reacq, the Valley City about 11 o'clock that night. It was a. gallant exploit, unsurpassed for coolness in the history of any navy on the face of the globe. A naval writer' thus renders the tribute of praise to his Jsrother officer. "A more heroic picturo can hardly be conceived than Cushing. rStanding in his launch, running hard on to the Albemarle, the glare of tne hre on hore throwing its lights ond 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 at the same time, lat the cannon's mouth, the blast of a 100- puuuucr J inc. lie wu no mouiuio ineuijr- two years of age." With the loss of the Albemarle, the last vessel of the Confederate iron-clad navy disappeared. The Merriuiac, tho Arkansas, the Louisiana, the Mississippi, the Manassas, the Atlanta and the Ten nessee, had all been captured, sunk or blown up. "' An Elephant Wrecks a Bustle. Catherine Colo, one of the best known literary women of tho South, told a New York Mail and Express reporter that the worst fright she ever got in her life was from the defunct elephant, Jumbo. The lady described the thrilling incident as follows : 'I was in England and visited tho 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 then, and in my rounds dropped in at the Zoo. "I was walking around the garden when suddenly I felt myself lilted like a feather into the air. I tried to scream, but I could not, I didn't have tho time. The power that raised me aloft had me by the 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, bustlu 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 was just in front of him and quick as thought ho seized me by the bustle of my dress and care fully lifted me to one side. His gentle squeeze of my bustle broke it into u use less wreck, and I lost five pounds of flesh from concentrated fright. It took mo au hour to realize exactly what had hap pened and take an inventory of the smash up. I never went back to the Zoo any more. I am now as a Texas cowboy is about Indians. He likes theiu 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 hoss, sir, just beautiful. I wouldn't part with that hoss for the money to anyone but you." Inexperienced Buyer "Bu there seems to be something the matter with 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 hoss is so obliging that if hu had an idea that ho had unother rib stowed away somewhere he'd actually feel sad if he couldn't show it. Yes, sir yes, sir 1 Shall we cull it a barguin?" Tia-lsUi. The oldest Episcopal church in tho United Slates is ihut iu Williamsburg, Va. it contains tho font in which j Pocahontas was baptized. THE STARS SHINE OUT. The stars shine out and gild the sky, Softly the night winds breathe and sigh; And, as the world fades from my sight, I feel the presence of the night Wrapped in its strane deep mystery. Dark vapors rise their flagors lie Coldly upon my brow, but I Lift up my startlod gaze, and bright The stars shine out. Trust on, sad heart, nor qomtion why The shadows and the niht draw nigh. The mist of doubt will melt in lisht, God's face will put them all to flight Till then, look up, for still on high The stars shine out. Walter T. Field, in the Current HUMOtt OF THE HAT, Post of duty The custom-hcuw. Toe martyrs People with corns. Sharps and flats Needles and did. A deed of trust Lending a ma t dol lar. A policeman, like a man climbing t ladder, goes the rounds. Men who are always giving thetnselve away are no more generous than other. 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 pass 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 the street car, he has never yet had occasion to signal a street car driver twice. Texat Sitings. Two fashionable young ladies were walking down street, ono on cither 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 Iiecord. At a masquerade, where people strayed, A dude wished to be there; So he asked a bello if sho would tell What costume he should wear. "Go as a tree, my dear," said she, With countenance serene; "I tell you that 'twill fit you pat; Go as an evergreen, " , GoodaW 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 1839 a transparent watcTf . of small Bize, constructed principally of rock crystal, was presented to the Acad emy of Sciences iu Paris. The works were all visible ; the two-teethed wheels which carried the hands were of rock crystal and the others were metal. All the screws were fixed in crystal und each axis turned on rubies. The escapement was of sapphire, the 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 the 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'' Cireu hir describes an ancient musical clock now in possession of a citizen of Mari etta, Wis. "It is 235 years old and keeps good time. The movement , i 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 is large, and has the paintings of William Perm, describing his history. At the top are five musicians dressed in uniforms, who raise their instruments to their lip as they begin to play. The ia:e is made of maple and mahogany. Itwasmadein the year 1649, and was brought to this country in 1S47 by a party of emigrants, being the only timepiece brought with them." A paragraph went the rounds of the newspapers some time ago, describing the novel invention of a Salt Lake jew eler. It is 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 the 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 bird. The inventor says he was three years in study ing it out. A novel form of clock has recently been designed by an English iirtizin. The face has the form of u t&uihouriu1) docoruted with a wreath of twelve dow ers at equal distances apart. These mark tho hours, and over them glide two gayly painted butterfljcs, one larger thin tho other. These are tho linnds, the lurger indicating the minutes, the small er the hours. The works aro concealed behind tho tambourine, and the motions of the butterflies, which are made of magnetic metal, are produced by mug. nets carried on the arms, forming the real hands of the cloc k. Ano.hcr dork worthy of mention is ehi!itcd iu m well-kuown clock linker's window in London, in is a framed and colored photograph of the houses of parliament, We-tiiiiiisler, with a real dial let into the tower to represent "Big lien," Tho uiul is very small to match the photograph; nevertheless it is suid to keep yoo 1 time. A'ei York Olxwner.
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