THE FOREST REFDBLICAN I pohllhd trmj Wadaaadar, kj J. E. WENK. GO.09 la Bmaarbaogh A Co.'a Building SIM. rrHXKTt TION EST A, Pa. RATES OF ADVERTISING. Ona Sqoara, on Inch, on larartioa., Ona Skjnara. ana inch, ona month... Ona Square, ona Inch, three month. 1 , 0 os It M , U M , K , a at joa aa ia ki Ona Sqnare, ona Inch, on year Two Pqnan", one jtmr. ......... Qnarter Column, one -,....., Half Col nmn, ona year On Coiomn, ona yaar Ttrmi, 1.60 prYr. Laeal alfrtiei50U tan oea.4 par ilaaaai artion. Marriage and drata aotlcaa fratia. All bill for rH7 ad-rarttaanaau eoOeetad tvrir. Temporarj adTarmm ia anal a p edraoee. ta nhwrffttlona wealTtd for abortar period tbn thrw month. Var ua la Onrnvpondamra aolldtaa from ad fcarta of tha VOL. III. HO. 49. TIONESTA. PA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 6, 1887. $1 50 PER ANNUS aountry. No natloa wU ba takan el aaa aaoarmotu nun tuucauooa. Jo work- Both bouse a of tha Nevada Legislature have adopted resolutions disfranchising Mormon in that State. The amount of capital and capital stock put into new industrial enterprise in the South during 1880 ia reported by the Chicago Journal at $129,000,000, M agunt fS, 000, 000 ia 188.", Amid so much that is transitory in this planetary system of ours, it Is pleasant to learn from the scientists that the sun will maintain it present standard of heat for about 10,000,000 years to come. California Indians are fast becoming civilized. One of them called upon the editor of the Cresent City Retard a few daya i nd threatened to scalp him for publishing his name in the paper as get ting drunk and raising a row. ' A $5 greenback fpnred in the till of ft Newaygo (Michigan) bank the other day bearing th e following inscription : "Here alie goe savo your salary don't gmble never play faro bank the last of a fortune of $10, 000. n The author of of this gave very good advice. The United States consumes about 1,500,000 tons of sugar every year, and this comprise 100,000 tons of beet sugar from Europe. Of tha remainder Louis iana and one or two other States on the Gulf coast raise about 50,000 tons, leav ing 1,350,000 tons to be imported from the West Indies and the Sandwich Is lands. The most novel advertising scheme beard of lately was recently adopted by a merchant in Carthage, Illinois. A series of prodigious boot tracks were painted, leading from each side of the public square to his establishment. The scheme, it is said, worked to perfection, for everybody teemed curious enough to fol low tho tracks to their destination. The carrier-pigeon service of Paris is almost as completely organized as ia the telegraph system, for missives con be sent by the winged messengers to neighboring forts and towns, and even to distant places in the provinces. The staff num bers 2,500 trained birds. The Parisians, during the terrible days of the last siege, learned the value of the pigeon post, and the lesson has not been forgotten. Italy ia having so much trouble in Abys synia, where Rasalula recently destroyed nearly tha entire Julian force in that country, that the Chamber of Deputie have approved a credit to lay a cable to lUsaowah from the Islands of Perim, which will connect with the Red Sea cable and establish communication with Borne. And only a little more than twenty years ago the interior of Abyssynia was almost an unknown country, though England has had representatives at Has aowah. for a century. There is an aesthetic street car con ductor af Philadelphia who for the past two years has spent much of his spare time in making his car beautiful. Two handsome silk flags adorn the centre of the car, and the bell rope is jauntily lined with knots of brightly colored worsted. He takes great pride in this work. The attendants at the stables say he scrubs and airs bis car with all the care of a housekeeper. A sponge is always to be seen in the car. No man on the line keeps his temper better in a time of blockade. The Emperor of Russia's dentist must enjoy practicing his science upon the im perial grinders, for while he is at work two gendarmes keepVloadcd pistols point ed at his head, and the Lord Chamber Lni.?i. stands at bis side with a sabre, to wh t,,sJt his hand if it touches the Czar's perse At least this is the tale that a fornn "American resident in St. Peters burg plates to his friends in Boston. Some oae has thrown cold water on this goaaip by affirming that the autocrat has the finest teeth in Europe, and no den tist has ever meddled with them. Revival meetings have been held for some time past iu the Methodist Church in Sweetzer, Ind., of which the lie v. George Howard is the pastor. It would seem that the 'effects have not been as Listing as they should be. A few nights ago some of the young folks create.1 slight disturbance and the muscular pas tor threw them out bodily. James F. Smith, one of the disturbers, had the pastor arrested and fined for assault, and, in retaliation, tha pastor had young Smith's father arrested for profane swear ing. Then Mr. Howard was arrested for allowing the church doors to swing in instead of out, as the State law provides, and the pastor promises to make things very lively for his persecutors. The whole community is intensely interested and has taken sides for or against the minister.. BETTER AND BRAVER. Aye, the world Is a bettor world to-day And a great (food moth&i this earth of ours. Dor white to-morrows are a white stairway, To lead ns up to tho star-lit flowers Tha spiral to-morrows, that one by ona W climb and wa climb in tha face of the tun. Aye, th world Is a braver world to-day 1 For many a hero will bear with wrong Will laugh at wrong, will turn away; Will whistle It down the wind with a eong Will slay the wrong with his splendid scorn; Th bravest hero that ever was born. Joaquin Millrr. OLD GRIDLEVS GHOST. Why, Dunham, what's the matter! How your hand trembles I Are you sickf" "No; not exactly." "What ails you then f Speak out, man. Have you been seeing a ghost f" "To tell the truth, Maggie,-1 do feel a little nervous this morning. I haven't made a trip these twenty years that I dreaded like this." "Seen Old Gridicy again P "Yes." "Pshaw! I thought that was it. Ilaven't you seen him a dozen times be fore and nothing came it?" "This time he had his sextant." AH this waa at the breakfast table. Dunham was mate of the Oro Fino, mak ing tri-monthly trips between Portland and San Francisco. He had sailed thirty years, been round the world twice, been Captain about six years, but lost his ship and couldn't get another, and so was glad to be First Mate of the Oro Fino. Dunham had a habit of seeing ghosts, or, rather, a ghost, for he never saw but one; that was old Gridlny. Gridley was mate of the vessel on which Dunham made his first trip as a ship-bov. That trip was Dunham's first, but Gridley 's last. Gridley had a passion for beating ship's boys with a rope's end. Gridley was taking an observation with the sex tant, and, as the boy was passing him with a bucket and swab, a sudden lurch of the ship threw him against the mate. Gridley seized a rope's end, and was be laboring the boy soundly when a boom, providentially left loose, struck him and knocked him overboard. Ever since that, en numerous occasions Dunham had seen Gridley'a ghost usually with a rope's end, but sometimes with a sextant. He had never been able to see any particular fatality portended by the vision with the rope's end. He had seen it a dozen times; and, on some occasions, his best luck had seemed to follow the apparition. Not so when the ghost with the sextant appeared. He had seen this only twice once, the night before he fell from the foretop and broke his leg; the other time, the night before his ship was cast away. Last night was the third time. He had waked up and found himself lying on his back. The room was perfectly dark ; it was also perfectly still. Dunham could see nothing and could hear nothing. Nevertheless, he felt that something or somebody was in the room that ought to be out of it. He also felt a draught of cold air. Dunham was no stickler for ventilated apartments, and had carefully closed and locked the windows before re tiring. The air could not come from the windows; neither could it come from the bed-room door, for that opened into the sitting-room just opposite to a win dow, and if the door had been open he could have seen the window. Despite his natural courage, Dunham was fright ened. He raised himself on his elbow ery cautiously. Ha looked about the room; he could see absolutely nothing. He reached over to where Maggie, his wife, slept she was there. He moist ened his finger in his mouth and held it np. He could then sensibly feel the draft of air coming from the foot of his bed. He got up and struck a light. Looking over his shoulder as he did so, he saw, at the foot of his bed, old Gridley. It would do uo good to shout aloud his wife would only laugh at him. He had often waked her up to look at the ghost, but she professed never to see it. It would do no good to go up to the appari tion and try to seize it he had often done this, and it only disappeared for an instant to reappear in another part of the room. So he left the lamp burning and got into bed with his eyes fixed on the figure. This time Gridley had his sextant, and seemed busy bringing an imaginary sun down to an imaginary horizon. The operation completed, the figure turned to the bureau ana seemed to be making the calculation. Then he turned to Dun ham, and shook his head negatively, and dashed the sextant to the floor. A sud den crack startled the mate. He had turned the lampwick too high, and the chimney had cracked and fallen to the floor. In the morning Dunham was a little nervous. However, having taken a cup or two of strong coffee, felt more com posed. Joey Dunham, the mate's only child, a boy oi ten years of age, almost always ac companied his father on his trips. This time Dunham proposed to leave him ac home; but the boy seemed so disap pointed that his father finally gave way, and they started together down to the steamer. Joey was perfectly at home, and while his father was busy, stole up into the wheelhouse, which had incautiously been left unlocked. The wheelman, coming along soon after, met Joey stealing down the steps, looking seared and guilty. In an hour the Oro Fino was at the mouth of the Willamette, and struck tha strong, full current of the Columbia. Having more sea-room now, she began to use her strength. The flames roar through the flues; the engineer turns on a full head of steam; the clear, sweet wa ter of the river, cut clean and neat by the prow, is dashed into saowy foam by the paddles, and sinks and rises in a swell ing wake for half a mile to the stern. Fishing boats and Indian canoes glide pant her like shuttles, and before you can fairly turn to look, are tossing and rock ing on the swell many rods behind. A black hull, supporting a cloud of diugy-whitc canvas, is seen ahead. It is the Hudson Bay Company's store-ship, bound for Vancouver. A flash, a cloud of white smoke, a heavy thud, and she has saluted the Oro Fino. A jar and a thunder-clap that startles the old ones, and sots the ladies to screaming, and the Oro Fino has saluted her. Three cheers from the stranger as the British flag runs np to the masthead, and three cheers as the stirs and stripes curl and snap in the stiff breeze from our gaff. Now that she has passed, and the sun falls full on her canvass, she seems like a great bank of snow floating np the river. Nearly everybody is tired of watching her, and many have gone into the cabins to avoid the wind which is growing chilly, and others are composing them selves in two and threes about the deck, when a new and more thrilling episode calls them all to their feet again. Dun ham and two men come tearing up the staircas to the quarter-deck. The bell tinkles, and tha paddles stop. "Man overboard 1" is the cry. Every one rushes to the stern ; every one scans the boiling current. "There, I see him I" cries one. "He's treading water!" cries another. Everybody can see him now; but by this time the tremendous mo mentum of the vessel has left him a little speck a quarter of a mile behind. It takes an age to lower the boat. Finally it is off Dunham in the stern; and the sturdy sailors bending the ash dangerously. "Can heboid out?" "Oh,yes; can't you see him? He's treading water." "No.he's floating." "Anyhow, he keeps up bravely." "How slow the boat goes !" "Why "don't they pull?" In fact, the boat waa cutting the water like a frightened fish. Men on the ship involuntarily bent and strained, as though they could help in that way. The boat nears the floating object, now only a speck in the distance. A joyful murmur goes up from the ship. "He's saved!" " Oh, those strong men !" But Dunham sheers the boat around, and picks up only a hat and holds it high in the air. The owner had long since sunk1. By the time the tired crew were taken on board and the vessel under headway, it was dark. They made Astoria by midnight, and lay to alongsidoathe wharf. Tho wind freshened during the night, and by morning a heavy gale, filled with salt spray, was driving in directly from the sea. The pilot reported that it would be impossible to cross the bar in such a blow. So they waited. Dunham's pre sentment of bad luck had been strength ened by the loss of the man from the ship, and he was more nervous and gloomy than when he left home. So he took his boy and went ashore. Ha went to the house of a friend and left Joey there, with orders to return to Portland by the first steamer that should go up. He also wrote a letter to his wife a little longer than usual, almost two pages, and a little more affectionate than usual. He excused himself for writing by telling her that the bar waa so bad they couldn't cross, and it was a little too dull to stay there doing nothing. By ten o'clock the squall had abated, and by noon the pilot said he thought he could get over the bar by taking the north channel. While the firemen were getting up steam, Dunham ran over to his friend's house it was only a few steps and bade Joey good-bye, and told him to be a good boy and mind his mother, and gave him sundry other items of good advice which I fear the young scapegrace did not attend to closely, be ing engaged in the very amusing game of see-saw with the little girl of the house. By three o'clock the ship was fairly under way again. By five, she was safely over the bar, and had put her pilot aboard a steamer which was waiting on the outside to enter. The captain, having been up all the previous night, went to his cabin and turned in for the night. The passengers were all either sea-sick or chilled by the cold wind, and had gone to their rooms and into tho cabin. The wheelman, by orders from Dunham, made out Cape Disappointment and Til lamook Head, and took his ranges from them and put the ship on her course. He had only time to do this when a fog rolled up, so dense that even the light on Cape Disappointment could scarcely be seen. Dunham assured himself that the ship was on the right course by going into tha wheel-house and looking for himself. Having done this, and know ing the coast perfectly, he felt pretty sate, ne was a little confused and ner vous, however, and so he went down to the cabin and overtruuled his charts, and read the sailing directions just as though he had never made the trip before. He seemed to be all right. "Bring your ves sel in range with Cape Disappointment and Tillamook Head, and then put her about south by east." He had done this fifty times before, and had come out all right. To be sure that no mistake had been made, he climbed up to the wheel house, and quietly asked the man at the wheel how he had got his range, lie answered promptiy and satisfactorily. Everything was according to orders. So Dunham cursed his nervousness, and walked back to the snioke-otack. The wind had gone down with the sun, but a heavy sea was running, and it was as dark as Tartarus. Dunham paced the deck for half an hour, then went below to get his cloak. Being chilly, he went up to tha hurricane deck and sat with his back to the smoke-stack. Being nervous, he lit a cigar. Bt-iug careful, he walked forward to see how things were moving. He thought he heard a distant roar, lie listened, and could hear nothing, lie walked back to the smoke-stack- In ten miuues he came forward again. He thought he heard the roar of the surf. He called to the man at the wheel : "Abbott !" "Ay, ay, sir." "now does she stand 7" "Sou' by east, sir." That was all right; that was the course Dunham had put her on. He went to the paddle-box and signaled the engine to stop. Then he called a man and had the lead thrown. "Twenty-four. Plenty of water," thought Durham, and started the engine. He then went to the Captain's cabin and knocked. The Cap tain did not hear the first tune, and he knocked again. "Who's there?" "The mate." The Captain opened a port near the head of his berth, and asked him what the matter was. Dunham reported. The Captain told him it was all right; that it was foggy, and the roar of the surf with such a sea on and no wind could be heard ten miles. Durham rather thought so, too, and went away. During this parley, and while the mate stopped a few minutes to look after things below, the ship had made more than two miles head way. By the time Durham got on deck agnin the roar of the surf was frightful. He fairly screamed at the helmsman. "Abbott!" "Ay, ay. sir." "How's her head?" "Sou' by east, sir." Amazing I Dunham ran to the paddle box and jerked a signal. The engine stopped. Then he rushed to the Cap tain's door and called him out in the name of the gods. Both flew on deck. There was no mistake about it ; there were the breakers not half a mile ahead, judging by the sound, thundering and boiling against the shore. Dunham had almost run the ship's head on shore, and that, too, when she was holding pre cisely the same course by compass that he had put her on fifty times before. Tho Captain roared: "What's her course?" "Sou' by east, sir." "Put her sou'west." "Sou' west, sir," echoed the man at the wheel, and the wheel spun round and the chains rattled. The Captain rushed to the signal-bell and started the engine, and got the ship under good steering headway. Scarcely had she started on her new course when a scraping sound was heard and felt then bump, bump, bump, as though the ship had been lifted up and set down hard three times; then a crash that sent the captain and mate on their faces, and brought the smoke stacks crashing through the decks, and and snapped off the topmasts like pipe stems. The ship had struck a sunken rock, and began to fill at once. Who got to shore, and how they got to shore, matters not. It is the same old story. The news spread on wings. Men came and dragged the swollen corpses of their friends out of the surf, or dug them out ofvjhe sand, or identified them in the shed, or paced the beach day after day, looking out on the remorseless sea that sullenly clung to its dead. The captain and the wheelman, Ab bott, went to Portland together Dun ham they never found and there they talked over the strange affair and ex hausted all their ingenuity in vain to ac count for the loss of the ship when on the right course on a still night. When the wrecking-tug was ready, they went out to the wreck. It still hung on the rocks. The bows were high out of water. The two men climbed up into the wheel house. They unscrewed the compasss-box from its fastening and brought it on shore. There they opened it, and lifted up the card and needle, and there lay the little instrument of death a broken knife-blade. The handle and the rest of the blade were in little Joey Dunham's pocket. He had tried to pry out the glass, to see what made the card swing around so when he held his knife by it, and in doing so had broken the blade. He eoncealed his mischief and stole away. Argonaut. Sleep- Necessary. The present epoch is one which the mind of man seems to turn to the per formance of impossibilities, or what have been regarded as impossibilities. Explor ers seek to penetrate the North Pole, and mountain climbers to scale the highest peak of the Himalayas. Captain AVebb losses his life in seeking to swim the Ni agara Rapida. Dr. Tanner goes forty days, and an Italian fifty days, without food. The latest attempt of doing something that nobody else has ever done, is that of an Italian named Rouzani, who essayed to go three weeks without sleeping, but was speedily convicted of using decep tion in making people believe that he got along without sleep. Whatever feats of endurance men may accomplish, they cannot live long with out sleeping. The victims of the Chi nese waking torture seldom survive more than ten days. These unfortunate men are given all they wish to eat and drink, but when they close their eyes they are pierced with spears and awakened. There is no torture more horrible. Men sleep under almost all conditions of bodily and mental suffering, however. Men condemned to death even those who fear their fate generally sleep the night before their execution. Soldiers sleep lying upon sliarp rocks, and even while on the march. No one knows just what sleep is. The prevailing theory as to iu nature is that of the Physiologist Preyer, who holds that refuse matter accumulates in the nervous centres in such quantity as to bring about insensibility, which ia sleep, and which continues until the bruin has been relieved of this waste matter by its absorption into the circulation. By way of contract to the cases of those who seek to do without sleep, or are often unable to obtain it. a case is recorded by Dr. Phip son in which a young man slept thirty two hours without waking. Youdt't Comptnun. Arabic notation was introduced into Europe in tha tenth century. A COUNTRY DRUG STORE. HOW TH2 TOTJ7TO CLERK AW AT TUB THUS. The Drag Compounder la a Thins; of Beauty Intere-ating Colloqny With Fair Maiden. The young drug clerk is alone. His employer has gone to the city to buy stock. There has not been a customer in tho store for more than an hour. The drug clerk feels lonesome. He gazes pensively out at the deserted village street, and muses upon the vanity of all things here below. An open book lies upon the counter before him. It is "Daniel Deronda." Somebody has ad vised the drug clerk to read it, and he has been trying to do so. But he don't like it. He is disappointed, for he be gan it under the impression that it was a detective story. It makes him sleepy. The drug clerk is a thing of beauty, and is calculated to be a joy forever, lie wears a check suit, a blue scarf with a large pin representing a mortar and pes tle (suggestive of his devotion to busi ness), and a very high collar. His nat ural attractions are further enhanced by a large amethyst ring upon the little fin ger of his right hand, and a blonde bang, which long and careful training has re duced to a state of complete subjection. But seel the expression of gloom upon his features gives place to a sunny smile. He sees a maiden coming up the village street, and he knows that the chances are very large that she will not be able to get past the door. He pulls down his cults, and assumes what he believes to be an attitude of unstudied grace. The door opens, she enters, and the following dia logue ensues: She "All alone, Cy?" He "Why! good afternoon, Addie. Yes, things are rather quiet. Hain't seen you for an age." She "You saw me at church last Sun day." He (with a killing glance) "Well. three days away from you seem an age." She - "Cy Whittaker, you're getting worse ana worse I" He "I know I am. Guess youll have to undertake my cure. Hey!" (Brief in termission for giggling). She "What are you reading?" "Dan iel Deronda." "Do you like it?" He (guardedly) "Do you?" She "I think it's perfectly splendid. Don t your' He (promptly) "Perfectly magnifi cent I- Going to the Methodist tea-party to-morrow night i ' She (with scorn) "Me? No, sir; I don t mix with that set." He "Bander severe, ain't you, Addie? Some nice folks down to the Methodist Church." She "Oh, yes, I s'pose there are the Griswold girls, for instance. I heard it said yesterday that the Griswolds must be a mighty unhealthy family judging from the number of times a week those girls visit this store." He (slightly hysterical) "He! he! he! Now, that amuses me. Who said it?" She "I shan't tell you," He "Yes, do!" She "I won't" He "Well, I know who it was; it was that Higgins girL" She "Perhaps it was, and perhaps it wasn't." He (insinuatingly) "This ain't the first time that that girl has tried, to make trouble between you and mc. But she can't influence me. And as for the Gris wold girls, you can judge how much I care for them, when I tell you that, though they were round here this morn ing urging me to go to the tea-party, what you have said has decided me not to attend it." (Assumes an expression of tenderness). She "I am sure it is a matter of in difference to me whether you go or not." He (ignoring the remark) "I think I shall take in the concert at the Presbyte rian Church that is if I can get any one to go with me." b)ie(un bending slightly) "You seem to be in such demand that there ought nut to be any diffu-uity about that." He "Well,I'm a little particular about my company. But if you would accom pany me " She "Oh, Cy! Fanny Berry will be there ; aud what would she say ? She'd be just wild!" He (with dignity') "Miss Berry's opin ions are a matter of perfect indifference to me." She "Well, I'll go, Cy, and I'll wear my plum-colored silK ; and you be sure to call for me very early, and oh, my good ness !" He "Why, what's the matter, Addie V She (in great agitation) "I forgot all about it ! Grandma has got one of her tits a dreadful one, this time and ma sent me round here to get the old pcr scription put up (produces bottle;; and I' forgot all about it, and poor grandma may be dead by tliis time. Do hurry and get" the stuff ready, Cy." The young man prepares the prescrip tion in about thirty seconds, and hurra- his visitor off feigning great solicitude for tins neglected invalid. And as Ad die disappears round the corner, he mur murs : "J .n't in time! In another minute Su sie Griswold would have been here." Then he wipes his brow with his silk handkerchief, and adorns his features in one of his most fascinating smiles, as he turns to welcome Susie Griswold, who enters and greets the conqueror of ali hearts with an ill-assumed air of indiffer ence. So runs the world away. Tld-Blti. Thirty-three years ago the total wheat product of Victoria, then called Aus tralia Felix, was 4U8,704J bushels. Tha naNt season's crop aggregated 12,000,000 bu.shels, which will leave 5.000,000 bu.-hel for export. The average yield per acre in that country last season was twelve bushels. SILENCK. If y soul is voirlei aa the frown moon. Yet in it slumbers music dewp and strong As all the splendid fira of sunlit noon; Would that Rome hand might strika it into song. And yet perchance the touch that Urns should waka The silent chords to soaring melody, Might be the hand of ona for whoee dear sake The song would grow until too great to be. So sleep, my heart, serene as yonder star; Silence shall ba sweet liko summer rain, To hush the Iipa of song wara better far Than bursting into symphonies of pain. IK. J. Mender mm. HUMOR OF THE DAY. A drink for the sick: Well water. Argonaut. The champion belt of the world is with out doubt the equator. Boston Budget. A pair of slippers consists of two fat men on the icy sidewalk. GoodaW Sun. Once a woman has reached seventy she no longer hesitates to give her age. Phil adelphia Call. There Is a merchant in this city who has an admirable sense of the eternal fit ness of things. He provides his collector with a dun colored horse. Merchant Traveler. It is said the Emperor of China is the shortest monarch in the world. King Ealakua should not be forgotten in the list. He wants to borrow money all tha time. Picayune. "Oh, dear," exclaimed Fenderson, "I wish I knew something about history !" "Very commendable aspiration," replied Fogg; "but why do you particularize his tory, Fendy?" Button Transcript. AS'S WA.TT3. Man wants but little hera below Of wealth's bright eolden calf; But when be gets the horns and heels He wants the other half. Garliam Mountainer. "The loss of my husband completely nnncrved me," said a lady to a neighbor who had been recently afflicted herself. "Yes, dear, and the loss of my husband completely unmanned me.-" PretzeCt Weekly. "Who is the god of battles f asked a teacher in mythology. "Mar," answered little Johnnie Henpeck. "Mars, you mean, Johnnie," corrected the teacher. "No, I don't, neither. I only got one mar." Wanking ton Critic. Ocean PUots. All ocean steamers are commanded by men who have licenses as pilots for every harbor along their routes. But there ia another class of pilots who make it a business to lie outside the harbor for which they are specially licensed, to watch for sailing vessels and steamships coming from a distance, or from foreign ports. Such a pilot, we must explain to our inland readers, takes entire charge of out going and incoming vessels, until they have passed the dangers surrounding the coast and harbors of our seas, lakes and great tidal streams. The Captain of a ship surrenders its control wholly to the pilot while he is on board, on pain of for feiture of the insurance on the -vessel in case of disaster within that time. There ia no craft, perhaps, in this country which is subject to more rigid rules than this. The pilots, for ex ample, of Delaware Bay have for a cen tury been governed by certain inexorable customs, as binding as laws. Their busi ness obliges them to be sober, intelligent, keen-sighted, and ready-witted men. When not in charge of a vessel, they are on large pilot-boats, which lie outside of the capes, sometimes sixty miles at sea, watching for vessels. The pilots of New York bay and of Boston harbor go even farther out to sea, and are sometimes met with from one to two hundred miles from the land. They are crusing about in the track of incom ing steamers, and almost always appear in ample season to offer their services. But if no pilot comes, the ship lies out side the harbor and signals for one. The corps on the pilot-boats have regular turns, and the pilot to whose lot this ves sel falls is rowed out to her. He is bound to answer the signal by day or by night, in sunshine or in the fiercest storm. Nothing but the absolute certainty that the boat cannot live in the sea running between him and the vessel will release him from his obligation. A boy who wishes to learn this busi ness must serve an apprenticeship. For Philadelphia pilots the term of appren ticeship is six years, during which time the young man lives on the pilot-boats, studying the channels, soundings and dangers. Then, after a year and a half of partial responsibility, he becomes pilot. Youth' $ Comjutnjtn. Beauty and the Poet. Mrs. Langtry tells that when she first appeared on the stage Joaquin Miller wrote a poem in her honor, entitled 'The Lily." bhortly after it appeared in print the author approached Mrs. Langtry at a large reception, and, after paying his re spects, bowed himself backward out of the room, and, as he retreated, strewed rose leaves, which he had crammed in his trowsers pockets, on the floor. Mr. Miller at that time was a member of tha Rosctti Circle, of which Whistler, Burns, Jones and Swinburne were also members. At that time Miller appeared in public in a red flannel shirt and top boots. A statistician declares that, while tha annual increase of population is less than two per cent., the annual increase of physicians ia more than five and a half per cent. Mrs. Haddock, of Iowa, asserts that 1,000 women own and manage farms in Iowa, aud that in Oregon they are so uuineroua as to occasion no remark.
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