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Mustard plants used to be tho terror and disgust of the California wheat grower. Now they are a source of profit. By ingenious mechanical harvesting both crops are gathered separably, and the mustard is worth moro than tho wheat on tho same Innd. . A largo firm of butter manufacturer! of Delaware county hare, for the last sixteen years, provided tho Whito Houso with a special brand of butter at $1 a pound. They still supply President Cleveland's table, but they only got sixty cents a pound. Thero is a prospect of a scarcity of cod fish bulls during the next few months, unless those engaged in cod fishing meet with better success soon. Reports from several largo schooners, carrying crews from twolvo to twenty-two men tach, state that all they have to show for from four to eight weeks' fishing is from 200 to GOO quintals each. A Long Branch hotel-keeper is author ity for the statement that it is possible to hire wardrobm for tho season, or rather a week of the season, fourteen frocks with their nppurtcnanccs being let to any young woman who wishes to shu t on the piazza and beach and in the hot1 parlors for seven days. Tho prico charged is not high, and the frocks aro pood in material and fashionable in cut, although they are not much more than basted together, in order to permit alter ations when they change wcarors. Cotton seed oil the Cvltivator says, is tho strongest competitor that lord, tallow, oleomargarine and other fats and oils have ever met. As on adulterant of lard, cotton-seed oil has forced tho former down to sis and one-half cents per pound in Chicago, the lowest price ever known for lard. It is also largely usod in foap making everywhere, for cooking purposes in the South, and as an adulterant of olive oil in France. Cotton-seed oil has evidently cdme to stay, and is destined to play an important part in the economy of tho futuro, and in fixing a lower range of prices for other faU wnd oils. gays the sarcastic Salt Lake City Tri hme: "Eastern journals are much dis tressed at tho disappearance of tho buf falo. The writers of the lamentations for lot Americanus never saw a buffalo, they never expect to see ono; they have no idea in the world why the buffalo should not bo destroytd; they have no possiblo interest in the question ; yet they are perpetually regretting the disappear ance of the buffalo. It would puzzle thom to tell anything the buffalo Is good for; still less could they explain how tho country is to bo Inhabited by the wnites and the buffalo remain; all they are con scious of is a sort of luckless yearning for something, they don't know what, and buffalo strikes their fancy." Captain Lyle, of the United States Ordnance Department, has just returned from Europe, whither he was sent to ex amine the process of manufacturing big guns and armor plates. Ho received a cold sort of courteous attention, and was allowed to look outside of their manu facturing works, but they declined to al low him it investigate the inside. The captain complains bitterly of this dis courteous treatment, because of the great courtesy shown by our government to English and other foreign oflicers visit ing our works. Miuister West addresses a note to tho War or Navy Department asking permission for officers of his gov ernment to visit our .works and arsenals, which is readily given. When our offi cers ask for similar privileges in Europe, especially in England, they are snubbed. Captain Lyle says the only salvation for our. seacoast cities is big guns to prevent ironclads from coming within range suf Iicient to bombard our cities. There are now eleven guides appointed to show visitors through tho National Capitol and explain its wonders. No prico is fixed for their services, and they leave their fee to the generosity of the visitor, generally receiving a fair com pensation for the long tramp through tho building and' 'stereotyped descriptive speeches. Many members employ guides to take their constituents over the build ing, as they have not the time, and cheerfully pay rather than be troubled with tho tiresome task. One of tho guides, Benjamin Stewart, of Virginia, was brought up on President Madison's homestead, and has a-fund of anecdote about Madison, Monroe, Jefferson and tho other magnates of the Old Domin ion. The stories told by tho guides about tme of thoso to whom they show the Capitol and its inmates are very amusing. Home of tho hackdrivers who carry strangers about the city to Arlington and to tin' r'oldiers' Hume are well posted on tin; ju.l-'i I'uildins aud history of the $;tv, eive a good many extra si .j. Cese who employ then AT VARIANCE. Through the frost, and the cold, and the pas sion Of winter's desnair: With th earth burled deep In her shroud, and the raving Of storm in tbe air; Unheeding the gloom, or the shock of tho tempest, Or any wild thing, I sang, and was glad and triumphant; In my heart it was spring. But now in a white world of blossoms, Wing-haunted and swoot; A wind blowing light o'er the orchard, and waving The grass at my feet; The song of a bird overhead I listen, And look, and am dumb; For lot in my heart of unreason The winter has come. Atlantic Monthly. GRANDMOTHER'S DREAM. BY M. R. HOUSEKEEPER. Nanny Wilton closed the book she had been reading, and lying back upon tho lounge, gazed pensively upon her grand mother, who sat with her knitting at the open window, enjoying the waning light of the summer day. It was a very unusual thing for Nanny to maintain silence when she was neither reading nor sleeping, but this evening and, indeed, throughout tho whole day, as her grandmother liad notibed she had been silent and meditative beyond her wont, and now, when sue at last spoke, hor remark was, prefaced with a long drawn sigh. "Grandmother, do you think there is any truth in dreams?" , "That depends," replied her grand mother. "If you dream to-night thnt you go out blackbcrrying with Caunon's folk a to-morrow, as I heard you promise Rose Cunnon that you would do, I think it very likely your dream will come true." "Oh, I don't mean every -day dreams like that ; but strange, uncommon dreams ; dreams that make a very deep impres sion on you. Don't you think they are ever sent as warnings ?" "Certainly ; n warnings that you have eaten something for supper which, in fu ture you would do better to refrain from. " "No but earnest, grandmother you are only joking now; I should like to know what you think about it." Tho old lady glanced sharply over her spectacles at the inquirer, and thero was a momentary pause in the quick, glanc ing needles, as she replied: "Tell me first, my dear, why you ask." Nanny sighed again. "I had such a horrid dream about the home-folks last night I I thought mam ma and I were making up the children's bed, and we came across a nest of snakes at the foot of it. Mamma was trying to get them out, and they were twisting themselves all around her arras and neck, and she could not get them off, and I was so frightened 1 couldn't help her. Thero was lots more of it, but it was all so mixed up that I could not make a straight story of it, if I were to try to tell it; but I woke up crying and feeling dreadfully. I told Sally about it when I came down, and sho said that it was always considered very unlucky to di earn about snakes; that it was a sure Bign of trouble. You just can't guess, grand mother, how badly I have been feeling all day. ' It seemed as though I must go home, out I was afraid you would laugh at me if I told you what I was thinking about."' . Tears were in Nanny's eyes, and her distressed face left no doubt of the real unhappiness she was suffering. ' ''i ou need not have feared that, child," said the old lady, kindly. "I have not lived this long without learning that iramaginary troubles are almost as hard to bear as real ones. Let us see if we cun find any cause for this unpleasant dream nearer at hand than your eixty-mile-dis-tant home; You walked all the way to Oak Grove and back yesterday aftermron. You came home pretty tired, didn't you?" "Yes, indeed; tirod and hot and hun gry. Don't you remember joking me about the big supper I ate? And then I was so tired, I went to bed as soon as it was dark. I see what you are aiming at, grandmother. You think there was a physiological reason for my bad dreams?" "Yes, and I dare say you think so too now. A tired body and overworked stomach will amply account for bad c reams, and if you study the matter a little further, maybe you will bo able to account also for the particular form your bad bream took. Have you been talk ing or reading about snakes lately J Per haps you saw one during your walk yes terday?" v. "I did! I did!" cried Nanny, eagerly. "Grandmother, you are a real mind reader. We came across a snake lying across the path the other side of Mitch ell's Creek. AVe thought it was a crooke 1 stick till we got close up to it, when it raised its head with a hiss, and glided off into the bushes. I was dreadfully startled, though I knew it was a harm less thing. Herb Cunnon wanted to go after it to kill it, but Ko-e and I would not let him. Of course that account for my dream. How silly I have been to al low such a thing to worry me! I don't believe I should have thought so much about it if it hadn't been for what Sully said." "Sally is an excellent cook, but I don't have much faith in her cabulistic powers," said the old lady, dryly. ".No, of course not," Nanny said, laughing a little, but blushing too. Her face hud regained its usual happy se renity, but she sat quiet for some time be 'ore the spoke again. "You ate very old, grandmother; sixty-five, aren't you? A whole half -century older than I am. You must be able to remember back nearly sixty years. Now, honest, haven't you ever.in all that time, had a dream that was really prophetic? Ono that affected in any way your actual life, you know?" Tho old lady's face had grown thought ful; a dreamy, far-away look carna into her eyes , and though the knitting-needles did not cease their click, their mo tion had grown slower and more me chanical. "Well, yes," sho said at last, half-re-luctantly, "I did have a very singular dream once, and one which had, as you sugcest, considerable effect upon my real life. I have half a mind to tell you about it, but you must not let it make you superstitious, for remember, that in all my long life's experience, this is ab solutely the only dream I have ever had which was followed by any effect what ever." There was another meditative pause, and then tho old lady began: "You remember, my dear, that I am a twin; I have often talked to you about Bessie, my twin sister, tho pair of us were so much alike that strangers could not tell us apart, but folks well ac quainted with us could tell which was Bessie and which was Kate as soon as wo spoke, for she was much livelier and sprightlier than I was. ".Mother was very proud of the like ness between us, and always dressed us alike and kept us together, so that each seemed to the other like a second self, and wo hardly had a thought that we did not share. "Until we were fifteen years old we had never been separated more than an hour or two at a time in our lives, but about that time - the last of June it was, I believe there came a letter from a cousin of father's, who lived in tho mountainous country cast of Pittsburg, inviting Bees and me to come and spend our vacation with her. "Our home was in Philadelphia, which was a good big city even so long as half a century ago, and father and mother were desirous to have us make the visit, which they thought would be a benefit as well as a pleasure to us, for we were growing fast and were not strong. "It happened, however, that only a few days before we got the letter, mother had had a fall going down cellar, and was now laid up with a broken limb. "We were the oldest girls of the fam ily, and there were several little ones, so that, even if mother had been well, it would have been hard for her to have spared us both for a long visit. As mat ters stood, it was just impossible. "After a great deal of talk and de bate, it vastat last decided that we should tke our viits separately; that I should go first, and stay a month, and that when I came homo, Bessie should go and stay the other month. Mother did not like the plan any better than we girls did. I overheard her and father discussing it, and mother was actually crying when sho said: 'I believe the children will die if they are separated, and I am sure the trip will do them no good if they don't go together.' "Father laughed at her, and said Bes sie and Kate were two individuals, and her hobby of making us only ono had gone far enough, and that he thought the present arrangement a good one, if only to teach us that we could live in dependent existences. I suppose mother thought he was right, for after that our sepaiate trips were decided on, and mother was careful to say nothing that could make us feci worse about the sep aration than we d.'d naturally. "It took a long day to accomplish the journey. Father put me on the cars, in the care of tho conductor, at six o'clock in the morning, and I did not get off of them until two in the afternoon. I was met at the railway station by Cousin John in his own carriage, and we had a ride of twenty miles, up hill and down hill, before we got to his house at Hill side in time for supper. ''Everybody was kind, but I was tired, and, in consequence, homesick. Cousin Susan seemed to understand just how I felt, and after a good deal of petting and . a nice supper, acted on my own secret wishes by saving that she was going to send me right away to bed. "Sho put me into the cleanest, pret tiest, little white-curtained room I had overscan; tho sheets, pillowcuses and towels all snielled of rose-leaves and lav ender; and when she had sen me safely curled away in the big feather-bed, she kissed me hea"tily, and left me feeling quite happy. But I was too tired to sleep well, and if I had not been, the feather-bed would have made me rest less, for I had never slept on one be fore. "I tossed and turned and dozed brok enly the whole long night, and through all those hours of half-consciousness, Bessie was with me us she had been every previous night of my existence; aud she was crying and moaning all tho time and so was I. too, I suppose. "It was all nice and pleasant when moming came, however, and I soon for got my uncomfortable night in the novelty aud kindness that surrounded me. My enterta'ners were m'ddle-aged folks, childless and well-off, an 1 secmc 1 very glad to have mo with them. They were both laying out all kinds of plans for my entertainment, and I think if Bessie had been with me, I should have been perfectly happy; even without her I managed to pasi a very p'easant day, riding arounl with Cousin John, arid gathering flowers on the hillsides. "I went to bed that night in good spirits, and just healthily tired ; but the feather-bed inado me restless, und with the restlessness came back the un-om-fortable sensations of the preceding night. Again I imagined Bessie was be side me iu the bed, but always crying and moaning, and seeming iu some mys terious trouble. Toward morning, i t Inst dropped off into a sound sleep, i n I then it was that my strange dream came to we. "I still heard Bessie crying, but it seemed now as though she were at home and calling me to come to her, and in my dream I thought I had started-to do so; the journey was wonderfully real. I went through the carriage-ride, the wait at the station, and the long railroad jour ney afterward," exactly as if it was real life; there were endless stoppages and delays all the time that worried me dreadfully, but I got to Philadelphia at last. "It seemed to be just coming on dusk, and I was alone, but our home was not very far from the station, and I knew my way very well. ' "I thought I reached tho house and found the front door standing open, though no one was to bo seen inside or out, and I entered without knocking or ringing. Then it seemed as though I were at the door of mother's room, though I don't remember going up stairs; there I saw mother bending over the bed, cry ing nnd sobbing nnd making strange, wild motions of grief, and on tho bed, stretched out as though she were lifeless, was Bessie. "I could not get a step further than the door, though it seemed as if I were straining every nerve to go to her; and while I was in this state of distress, I saw Bessie rise up slowly in the bed, open her eyes and hold out her hands, saying in a strange, muffled voice, 'Come, Katie, cornel' and then I woke up. "I woke up at once, nnd entirely; I knew exactly where I was, and that all I had gone through with had been a dream. It was light, though the sun had not yet risen. I sprang out of bed and dressed myself as fast as my trem bling hands could accomplish the task. "Without any reasoning or conscious mental action, I had made up my mind to go home as fast as I could get there; I felt absolutely certain that I had received a mysterious summons which, if I did not obey, I should never see Bessie again alive. I hurried down stairs and sur prised my cousins, who, early risers as they usually were, had themselves but just left their room. "I told them of my strange dream and of my desire to go home at once; of course they were astonished and hurt, and at last actually angry, but nothing they could say made any impression upon me. I was as uncontrollable as an insane pet son, and at last Cousin Susan said: 'You'll have to take her, John; she will fret herself into a fever if you don't;' and poor Cousin John, seeing no other way to quiet me, departed to make ready for the journey, muttering as he went out that he would never ask other people's children to come and visit him again. "Cousin Susan was kind to the last, and seemed to have some sympathy with my forebodings; but Cousin John said it was all childish folly, and was cross and glum through all our long ride together ; and after seeing me safely on tho train, nnd receiving the conductor's promise to land me f afely in Philadelphia, took leave of mo with a very brief andcrusty good by. The impression my dream had made upon me continued sharp and vivid as ever through the whole journey; all the time I saw before mo Bessie's white face, aud heard the strange, muffled call, 'Come, Katie, come!' All that I had ever heard oread of the mysterious con nection between twins and that was not a little, for it had been a subject of great interest to our mother as well as ourselves came back to my mind during those weary, anxious hours of travel. ''I had read of instances where twins had died when separated, and I seemed to have an instinctive certainty that ours was a case of the same nature; my only hope was that the warning dream had been sent in time to prevent a fatal cat astrophe and that by my rapid return I might reach homo before it was too late to remedy the evil. Of ono thing I felt sure; if I fotfcal Bessie dead, I should die, too. But she was not dead sho could not be else why should I still so plainly hear in my mind the cry of 'Come, Katie, come!' "The evening f the long June day was closing around me when my journey cams to an end, und I stood once more in the streets of my native city. My luggage, the couductor had assured me, would be kept safely until called for, so there was nothing to hinder me from set ting out at once for home. It was a lit tle later than the hour of my nrrival had seemed in my dream, otherwise all my experience was the same; the weariness, the trouble, the mental confusion, all were repeated, and as I sped along the well known streets, I seemed to be liv ing my vivid dream over again. "I reached our house, and, with my heart boating almost to suffocation, I saw that the door was standing open. My dream still verified ! I darted in, and I mounted the stairs and rushed into mother's room. "No one was there but mother, who was lying on her lounge, a cripple, as I had left her. " 'You have got home, Bess, have you'' said she; 'I did not hear you ring.' 'It is not Bess, mamma; it is I Katie. Where is Bess? where is she?' I gasped; but before mother could get her wits sufficiently collected to answer the question, Ues answered it for herself by bouncing up the stairs and into the room in even more than her head-over-heels fashion, crying: 'Oh, mamma! we have had such a splended day papa and me! if only you aud Katie could have been with us!' "Then father came in, and the girl with the lamp, and you may imagine, if you can, the noisy and exciting scene that followed. I crying, Bess laughing, father scolding, and mother doing her best to quiet all of us and find cut what my unexpected appearance meunt." "And your sister Bessie was not dead, and had not even been sick?" cried Nanny, breathlessly; and her grand mother replied : ".Not at all; Bessie was not nearly so hysterical and imaginative a girl as I was. She couldn't be homesick, because she was at home ; and to keep her from feeling lonesome and missing me too much, father was giving her as good a time as he could. He had taken tcr on an excursion up the Delaware that day, and I don't suppose she had had a gloomy moment since I had left her." "But you said your dream had had a great effect upon your life?" "I think it tad. I never saw either Cousin John or his wife again ; they both died within the next ten years, leaving all they possessed to the family of an other cousin. I think it was very likely that, as father afterward said, my foolish faith in a dream cost both Bess and my self a nice little legacy. "Bessie lived to be fifty, and a grand mother, and though her death was a great sorrow to m, I have survived it fifteen years, as you see and hope still to spend somo happy, cheerful years before the Good Father summons me to joir. her." Youth't Companion. Ahead of Bullets. Colonel Bob Leech, says in the ArJcan nw Traceler: "I don't know how fast an engine can travel, but I give you an idea of how fast one did go. During the war I ran a scouting engine for the Confed erate Government. It was my duty to carry a telegraph operator, who, at dif ferent points, would cut the wires and send dispatches. We were running at a rapid rate one day, when, upon rounding a curve, I saw a thousand gun barrels blaze in the Bunlight. I also saw that a number of cross-tics had been piled on the track. To stop in time was an im possibility, to go on seemed certain death, for if we escaped being killed by the wrecking of the engine we would be shot to death, for wo were regarded aa spies. I decided in a second what to do. Telling my companion to lie down in tho tender, I seized the throttle, and in loco motive parlance threw her wide open. The engine jumped like a rabbit. I threw myself flat in the tender, expect ing every second to be hurled to an awful death. Bang, bang, bangl went the guns. Then all was silent save the whir, whir of the wheels. Could it be possible that the engine had knocked off the ob structions? I arose and looked out. We had passed the enemy and scattered the ties. My companion, as much astonished as myself, got up. I looked back, and just above the tender I saw what I took to be a swarm of big black flies. I reached out and took hold of one. Gra cious 1 I then dicovered what they were. They were a shower of bullets that tho enemy had fired after us. Well, we ran along at this rate until the bullets all fell behind." The gentlemen looked at one another, but no one disputed tho state ment. Struck by a Meteor. A correspondent writes: "As a gen tleman, a well-known public official, was passing from St. James's Park into Pall Mall by the garden wall of Marlborough House, on Saturday last, at 4:45 in tho afternoon, he suddenly received on the right shoulder a violent blow, accom panied by a loud crackling noise, which caused him great pain and to stumble forward as he walked. On recovering his footing, and turning round to see who had so unceremoniously struck him, he found that there was no one the pave ment but himself and the policeman on duty at the park end of it. On reach ing home tho shoulder was submitted to examination, but nothing was at first discovered to account for the pain in it. But in a little while tho servant who had taken away the coat to brush brought it back to point out that over the right shoulder the nap was pressed down flat in a long, straight line; exactly as if a hot wire had been sharply drawn across the cloth. The accidentia therefore ex plained as having been caused by the ex plosion of a minute falling star or meteor. It is an unprecedented and most interesting occurrence, and de serves, I think, to be placed on public recora.-- iAnuon Hints. A Barometer. A kiss is an unfailing barometer. The initiated can tell "the signs of the times" invariably, ltisa 'huio indication of a cold wave if the young lady's best beau tells her her kisses are ever so much sweeter than the girl's across tho way. There is sure to be a storm if the young woman's father catches him in the a t. There will be heavy clouds in the sky if, when he is just nbout to kiss her, he stops short aud asks her "how's her mother?" The rule is just as sure when the fcirl has been eating onions. If he puts his arms aroun i her like a bear and almost smothers her when he kisses her, they are not married. If ho comes up with his bunds in his pockets and gives her a fadeless snack, tho probabilities are that they are. After a'l, what would a girl bo with out lips? She might bo blind, and yet be beautiful. She might bo bnW, nnd vet wear some other woman's hair. But If she had no lips life would be a de ert drear. Ah, it is woman's lips that try men's souls! ChLago Ltdijtr. The Picnic. The picnic is an ancient institution, but it has reached its full-blown maturity on American soil. With all its big bugs and little bugs and red bugs and hum bugs it comes to us like water in a thirsty laud, like a benediction of rest to the weary. It is better than the ball with its full dress and its flirting, timid lamps above aud laughter below. It is better than the religious festival st common in the great cities of the North, when a man is robbed to the sound of tucred music and eats oysters for charity at a dollar a down. Culumlus ((id.) Ku-qulrer-Sun. An Italian chemist lias invented a phos phorescent printing ink. Newspaper priuted with it can be read in the dark. WASHING THE DISH S3. Ehe stood upon a shady porch Before a milk-whtte table, And o'er her head a rose-vine wreathed The brown old fashioned gable. A pretty cotton gown she wore. With Bleeves rolled up, displaying 1 ar lovely arms, and on tbe breeze Hor curls wore lightly straying. This side a cage of song-birds hung, And that a globe of fishes, And butterflies flew in and out, And hovered lovingly about The maid that washed the dishes. At first she dreamed not I was near, And never ceased her singing, While through the shining bubbles fast Her dainty mop went swinging. But soon she spied me, and I heard A little rill of laughter. And straight my heart sprang to her aide, And I sprang quickly after. And in a moment more I'd told My love, my hopes, my wishes, And marked her bright eyes brighter grow; And then Jvork must be done, yon know She washed, I wiped, the dishes. Margartt Eytinge, in Bazar HUMOR OF THE DAT. A good place to loaf The bake-ihop. Are you tired of your engagements Chew onions. Sifting.. . ,. We may not like hotel-keepers, but we have to put p with them. .-"' Some parts of Arkansaw are so dry that tho water is dusty. Arhuimto Trav tier. After all, this world is a dangerous place very few get out of it alivefit. Paul Herald. Russia claims that the Turks have no legal rights in Europe, as they are all squatters. Life. Tho Labor Question "Henry, are you going to get tip and make the fire?" Norrwtoicn Herald. "Carpets will be lower than ever," saya an advertiser. Going to put them dowa cellar next winter? Call. It is curious about yachts. Everybody seems to like them, and yet everybody insists that they must go. Burlington (Ft.) Free Press. "He lives above his station" Was what the people said. And true he was the depot man, ' And lived up over head. i'onkeri Gazette. "I hez bin movin' 'round on top dla yairth moas' eighty y'ars now, an' it am my solemn belief dat de pusson who pays de least attenshun to de weather enjoys life thirty per cent, de best." Brother Gardner. Tbe man whose head was bald lost year, Who swore about the flies, Now of these insects has no fear And their attacks defies; For their assaults cares not a flg, Because this year he wears a wij. Boston Courier, A couple of visitors from a rural dis trict in the House gallery were trying to pick out their Congressman on the floor. "I can't distinguish him," said one, after a hopeless visual observation. "Of course not," was the honest reply; "he can't even distinguish himself." Washington Critic. Hogs' Bristles and Hair. After the hogs are killed in the great slaughter houses of Chicago, they are dropped into a cistern of boiliDg water, where the hide is thoroughly scalded. A machine then scrapes the hair and bristles off before the meat is cut The hair and bristles are then separated, the bristles dropping out readily on account of their stiffness. They are taken to the roofs of the houses and spread out to be dried by the sun. The hair is then loaded on wagons, and taken out to the field prepared for the purpose and dumped. There the men with rakes begin their work of garden ing. They spread the bair in layers as thin and even as space will permit, shak ing it up to allow the hair to pass through and to dry it thoroughly. Whatever foreign matter, such as pieces of hide or dirt, may be in the hair, generally drops out when it is dry aud is shaken well with tho rakes. When the hair is dry it is taken back to the packing house and put into a steam pre?s that makes compact bales of comparatively small sie. It is then sold to the wholesale hair dealers by weight. A single ia( king house in Chicago sead out ten or twelve wagon loads to the hair fields every day in summer. About one pound of hair is taken from every hog, nnd that is seven -eighths hair and one-eighths bristles. There were killed and packed in all the packings-houses of Chicago, during tho year ending March 1, lHlio, neorly 5,000,000 hogs, yielding nearly 2,500 tons of hair and bristles. Somo of the packing houses have ma chines to curl' and comb the hair before selling it. Most of tho houses, however, leave those processes to the hair dealers. The hair is used principally for the up holstering of furniture. It was sold last year by the packers at four cents a pound wholesale, but is now sold at five cents a pound. The bristles sell at from fifteen to eighteen cents a pound. The population of Brooklyn by the Federal census of 18H0 was about 00,668. The compilers of the new directory o that city, just published (which. contain! 17.?,?(il names), estimate that the present population is Ttit-,07.5 an increase of L'01, 413 in k"8 than six years. It is estimated that there are no less than lifty colored people in Philadelphia worth more than 10,0U0. Half of thi number ate worth over $!0,000, and at least .1:teen of them (ire worth !f:0,COO, while one is fcuul to be the possessor of f .'50,000. Five snakes were killed in the top of palmetto trje, at descent City, i'lx
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