THE FOREST REPUBLICAN
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Terms, SI. BO per Year.
No anbacrlptlont received for a ihortar period
thn thrra montlia.
Oorrrtpondence nollclted from all parta of the
country. No notice wlil bo taken of anoajmout
"imunritlons.
The annexation of upper Burmah by
England gives that country control over
petroleum fields, according to Engineer'
ing, as extensive as those of the United
States or of Rusia.
A paper by G. F. "Wright on the "Muir
Glacier," at Glacier Bay, Alaska, states
that the frozen stream of this glacier is
5,000 feet wide and 700 feet deep. In
August this glacier moves into the bay
at the remarkable speed of forty feet per
diem, thus bringing each twenty-fours
140,000,000 cubic feet of ice into the
bay.
Boston rejoices in the application of
steam power to boot polishing. In a
shop located in the midst of the disciples
of Blackstone has been fitted up an en
gine with a complex arrangement of
straps by which brushes are whirled at a
surprising rate. The customers are
seated on a broad bench, and are polished
off in a very short time.
Prince William, the leader of a band of
gypsic encamped near Hartford, recently
received from a carriage maker two wag
ons costing about $1,000 apiece. The
bodies are beautifully colored with gold
bronze and fanciful sylvan scenes, the
iron work is heavily plated with silver,
and all the appurtenances are expensive.
The wagona are for the special use of
Prince William and family during the
summer.
Substitutes for dynamite have been re
cently invented. The German govern
ment has in store a mass of roburite,
.which it is thought will particularly suit
the demolition of Frenchmen when they
become obstrepeious. The French, on
the other hand, believe in melinite for
the Germans. In Sweden, experiments,
mado with less bellicose designs, have
evolved an inexpensive and easily made
. explosive called "bellite." It explodes
only by ignition, and. then develops a
force thirty-five times greater than that
of gunpowder, and fifteen times greater
than that of gun cotton.
A correspondent of the St. Louis Globe
Democrat says in regard to the Mexican
Congress, thut at the entrance to the
Theatre Iturbidu, where the deputies
meet, soldiers stand with fixed bayonets
at the doors downstairs, line the corri
dors and crowd tho galleries, while a
squad and a sergeant sit on benches in
the lobby. And yet such tumults occur
in the Assembly, with such hissing and
hooting of speakers who are not liked,
that under similar circumstances the
Speaker at Washington would order tha
galleries cleared, but in Mexico nobody
interferes with the uproar.
The finest collection of postage stamps
in the world belongs to a Spanish noble
man, who is said to have spent more than
$300,000 in stamps. His collection has
a library to itself in his Parisian residence,
there being from 200 to 300 volumes.
The rarest postage stamp is that of
the island of Mauritius, in 1830. Be it
red or. blue, canceled or uncanceled,
provided it has the word "postoffice" on
itsjnargin, it is worth $300. The monks
of Chartreuse at Ghent have a room
papered beautifully with stamps ; there
are Chinese landscapes, Spanish chateaux,
Swiss chalets, dogs, flowers, arabesques
and inscriptions.
A recent writer inveighs against the
indiscriminate use of tea and coffee,
especially in the young. He is of the
opinion tuat against the practice of
giving them to children we cannot speak
too strongly. Childhood is the period
when the nervous activity is at its
greatest. Tho brain is very busy in
receiving nt w impressions. Reflex action,
co-ordination of muscles, and the special
senses are all under a constant course of
training. The nervous system is pushed
to its utmost capacity, and long is the list
of victims that follow its overstimulation.
these little people, nothing but harm
can come from the use of such cerebral
stimulants as tea and coffee.
Nearly every one in New York says the
Tribune, has heard of "Back Number"
Budd, who puts away every day fifty
copies of each New York newspaper to
jell them to customers years hence at S00
to 5,000 per cent profit. It is reported
that he once received $700 for a single
newspaper. Recently he was called upon
by some Kansas men, among whom was
Senator Ingalls, who asked his assistance
in procuring a complete file of the
Iatenteorth Journal for the two years
that it was under the management of
John Henderson, during the agitation
that resulted in the Lecoropton Consti
tutional Convention, and the establish
uieDt of Kansas us a Free State. The
file was desired for the Kansas Historical
Society, and they were wiling to pay
f 10,000 for it.
VOL XI. NO. 9.
DISCIPLINE.
Before the mighty thunder-crash
AU nature holds her breath,
The sword-like lightning's steely flash
Leapt from a sombre sheath.
And so must he who speaks aright
Long ere he speaks be dumb ;
And he who brings to darkness light
Must out of darkness come.
Catherine S. Holmes, in the Current.
A DOMESTIC PROBLEM.
BY LUCY RANDALL COMFORT.
"A woman's education is a mistake
from beginning to end," said Roxy Ste
phens, in a suddcr, outburst of despair.
"Yes, it is. Here have I been going to
school all my life, aud I don't know any
thing. There never could have beta,"
Roxy deliberately added, "even in the
Dark Ages, such an ignoramus as I am.
I don't even know how to feed the chick
ens properly," as a downy colony of little
"Domiuiques" scattered this way and
that before the mass of scalded meal
which Roxy had flung too abruptly into
their midst, while the mother hen, sound
ing a trumpct-note of shrill alarm, scut
tled back against the picket-fence, with
flapping wings and feathers all a-bristlc.
Roxy had been seventeen years old
when she came to live with her aunt Sally
Stephens on the Rcdbrook Farm. She
was a bright-haired, fresh-complcxioncd
girl, with shady blue eyes, emphasized
by perfectly arched brows a thought
heavier than falls to tho usual lot of wo
mankind. In a certain fashion her mind
corresponded to her eyebrows. There
was a quaint vein of originality pervading
it. Her nature was strongly outlined too,
and in the fulness of her youth and vital
ity she had once believed that she was
born tC conquer fate.
Koxanna Stephens was a city-bred girl,
the daughter of M iss Sal ly's oldest brother,
who had died unexpectedly, leaving a
motherless girl totally unprovided for.
Miss Sally herself, a complaining little
woman, with a face full of tine wrinkles,
like China crape, and blue eyes hidden
behind misty spectacles, accepted the
trust, as she had accepted all other in
conveniences of her life, limply and with
out protest. She had never had any
strong emotions one way or tho other. If
she had any nctive pleasure, it was in
gathering the humble herbs and simples
of her native fields and drying them in
E reparation for the aches and pairs that
eset her poor humanity..
Ana to tins little old brown woman in
little old brown farm-houso caine
Roxnnna, tho young princess who had set
forth to conquer tho world.
"I'm desput glad you've come, Rox
anna," said Miss Stephens, sniffing at a
bunch of wilted penny-royal. "I ain't
able to keep on doin' as I hev been doin'.
Somehow its borne in upon me that
Providence has sent you. I've worked
powerful hard all my life, and now I'll
jest rest a spell, and let you keep house for
me I hain't no doubt at all but what
we'll get along together first-rate, you
and me."
Roxy looked with solemn eves at her
aunt. Evidently the old lady had faith
as a grain of mustard-seed, und there was
oiueiuing contagious inner example.
"It must be very easy to keep house,,'
said Roxy, fresh from the class-room and
recitation-hall. So the household helm
was delivered into her hands, and then
not till then she realized the fact of her
exceeding ignorance.
Not for worlds, however, would she
have confessed her inability to rulo the
domestic menage. Aunt Sally had a
profound contempt for "book-larnin,"'
and did not hesitate to assert roui.dly
that "ef brother Simon had took her ad
vice he would hcv brung up Roxauner in
quite a different way," aud the girl had
a certain silent pride in vindicating her
lather's judgment, bo, by the help of a
dog's-eared cookery book which she
found in the garret, she learned some of
the simple secrets of the cuisine, and her
own neat nature taught her the mysteries
of sweeping aud scrubbing; while old
Hinda, a jet black ncgrcss, with a soft
appealing voice like a flute, who pcr
vuded the neighborhood, came twice in
the month to wash and iron for the little
household.
And Roxy's spirits rose with her good
luck.
"I'm getting to be a house-keeper,"
(aid she, cheerily, to herself. "Those
fried fish this morning tasted quite good,
and the wild plums that I preserved
yesterday are certainly going to be a suc
cess." But if it is always darkest just before
daylight, it is also sometimes brightest
bcfoie an unexpected thunder-cloud.
And one day old Hinda bethought her
self to feel ill of a Monday morning- of
rheumatic lever.
Roxy went to carry her a little pail of
milk and a stone crock i f the wild plums,
for Hinda had a child-like fondness for
sweets.
"Hindu," she faltered, "can't you
wash for me this week? Do try there's
a good Hinda."
The old woman wriggled herself about
on her uneasy couch w ringing her hands,
and rolling up the yellow-white of her
eyeballs in piteous fashion.
"Not dis yar week, honey," she an
swered, plaintively; "not for de (Jucen
an' all do royal cbilluns. No; nor next
week, neider. Don' know's I'll eber
wash agin, honey," with a mournful
croak in her voice.
"Hut, Hindu, somebody must wash.
Can t I"
"It ain't no work for a young lady,
Miss Roxy," said Hindu, derisively.
"Everything is woik for a young ludy,"
pleaded Roxy, "if it bus got to be done."
Hindu shook her head. "Yo'll break
yo' buck, honey, an' parboil yo' hands,
m' "
"Oh, I don't mind all that, Hindu, if
only Aunt would think the clothes looked
decent," urged Roxy. "Tell me how to
io it, Hindu there's a darling."
ttm
TIOHESTA, PA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 1887.
"Well.boney, yo' put de clothes a-soak
de night afore," unwillingly began
Hinda, "in plenty o' bar soap sliced up
thin; an' yo' bile 'em well, an' you doan
forgit de bluein', an' mind yo' doan git
de starch too stiff, an' be suah yo' rensh
dc clothes right smart, ac' ohl ohl dar
goes do pain in my po'ole bones agin, jes
all de world like crooked lightnin'."
So Roxy returned home not much
wiser than she went. "I'd give all my
algebra and goemetry," sighed she, "if
only I knew how to wash."
Joy of joys I as she went past Squire
Honeywell's big cream-colored house she
saw a colony of white garments, veritable
flags of truce to her troubled mind, flut
tering in the wind from a line in the hack
garden.
"They're washing," said Roxy to her
self, with a brightening face. "Now's
the time for me to go in and see how it
is done."
She slipped insinuatingly in at the
open kitchen door, whence a cloud of
white steam floated forth. "Good-morning,
Docia," she said to Miss Theodocia
Honeywell, the Squire's daughter. "Do
you suppose your grandmother would
like a jar of my wild plums? They're a
nice color, and keep their flavor beauti
fully. No, don't stop your work" (as
Miss Theodocia paused courteously, and
began to wipe her soapy arms on a
roller-towel) j "go on just as if I wasn't
here."
And she eagerly settled herself to take
note of the stout young woman's every
motion. But Miss Theodocia's ideas of
politeness were a great deal too well de
fined to allow her to spend her time in
washing when there was company.
"You're very kind, I'm sure," said
she, "but the clothes can wait. I dare
say granny would relish the plums, and
anyhow we've a city boarder this month,
an artistic young gentleman, and any
littio luxury comes in handy for the
table."
"An artist?" wistfully repeated Roxy.
"Yes," nodded Docia. "Such pictures
as he paints with a squeeze or two out of
his color tubes, and a dab of his brushes !
I declare it seems like magic. You paint
too, Roxy Stephens, don't youl"
"A little," confessed Roxy, thinking
guiltily of the peach-blossom plaques
and the panels covered with abortive at
tempts at autumn leaves that she had
spoiled. "Hut painting is no use, JJocia
For a woman I mean. I'd a deal rather
know how to wash."
Docia Honeywell burst out laughing,
"What odd things you do say, Roxy 1"
cried she. "But when it comes to paint
ing, being no use, 1 just wish you could
see the little bits of canvas and mill
board that our Mr. Jeffreys gets a hun
dred and fifty dollars for. A hundred
and fifty dollars 1 Going, are you ?"
for, since the business of washing was
temporarily suspended, poor Hoxy s pur
pose was blighted. "Well, I'm sure it
was very kind of you to think of the pre
served plums, and we'll be very thankful
for them, especially since ma's citron all
moulded, and the blackberries fermented,
and blew the tops off the cans and broke
the cellur windows. And, Hoxy, if l''l
stop in some afternoon will you show me
that new crochet stitch ? the one in
shells and waves, you know, like Mrs
Deacon Dodd's shawls.
Roxy promised that she would, and set
forth, wondering to herself why it was
that she lacked the moral courage to ask
Docia for instruction in the mysteries of
the wash-tub just as frankly as Docia had
requested her assistance in unraveling
tho complexities of the new crochet
stitch.
"I think I must be a dreadful goose,"
sighed Roxy. "But, all the same, that
washing has got to be done, whether well
or ill."
And so the next morning, when Aunt
Sally had eaten the ham and eggs which
Roxy had now learned to fry in so ap
petizing a manner, and drunk the coffee
which was as clear as any amber, she set
forth on her daily task of root and herb
hunting, and Roxy carried the basket of
clothes out to the shore of the brook,
where a mighty old chestnut-tree spread
its dome of shade, washed and wrung und
rinsed them until it was a mercy that
there were any two threads left together.
Then she huug them out on the lines,
which she hud stretched from tree
to tree, skewering each article safely in
Its place with wooden pins, so
that no frolicsome wind should lure it
"And now," said Roxy, as with head
slightly on one side she viewed the result
of her prowess, "I think I've earned a
little rest." And drawing a novel from
her pocket, Roxy sat down under the big
tree, with her sun bonnet thrown back,
her loose curls tangled over her fore
head, and her round white arms still bare
to the shoulder, to read, and before she
knew it she was asleep.
When she awakened she was no longer
alone. Between her and the sunshine
there was could she believe her eyes?
yea, verily there was a young mau hur
riedly working at a portable easel, which
was set up on a level spot on the grass,
with all the composure and aplomb of a
young man who felt himself to be in the
right place "in creation's diagram. She
looked at him with solemn, sleep shad
owed eyes; he looked back at her ex
actly as if she was a part of the land
scape, und worked steadily on in si
lence. "Are you an artist?" said she. "Are
you painting the old chestnut tree? Oh,
yoi must be the gentleman that Docia
Honeywell told me about." And then
she suddenly remembered the tangled
fringe of curls, the round, uncovered
arms, and jumped up in a panic of very
becoming confusion.
"1 am Mark Jetfeys," suid the artist,
composedly. "Yes, I am boarding at
Squire Honeywell's house. And youf"
"1 am Roxy Stephens," suid the girl,
hurriedly pulling down hercalico sleeves.
"If you will just step up to the house 1
will give you a jar of wild plums that I
promised to Docia; that is" (with an ab
w!
rupt consciousness of her own temerity),
"if you don't mind carrying it."
And this was the manner of tr.eir first
acquaintance.
Roxy was very sorry when Mr. Jef-
ferys returned to the city. It seemed
as if his absence left a yawning hiatus in
her life, which had not previously been
eventful or rich in incident. But she did
not know how more than sorry Mark
Jeffreys was to part from her.
" 'Full many a flower is born to blush
unseen,'" he quoted to himself, after the
hackneyed style of the young man in gen
eral when th little winged god has him
at a disadvantage. "But she shall not
blush unseen if my pictures in this year's
exhibition bring their, price. She shall
be my wife always supposing that she
considers mo worthy of the treasure
trove of her heart. I will wearjher like a
flower on my heart. I think yes, I think
she likes me a littio now. I am quite
sure that if 1 had the chancel could make
her like me just a little more."
And so now and then he ventured to
write to her, lest by any chance she might
forget that such a person existed.
Now in real life things will sometimes
happen as strangely as they do in novels.
.bvery one knows tins. And it came to
pass that in the mid-April time, when
skies above and violets below are blue
with a blucness that no.discription can
equal, Docia Honeywell came up to New
York to buy herself a silk dress, and
asked Roxanna Stephens to accompany
her.
"I never like to trust entirely to my
own taste," said Docia; "and you have
such excellent ideas of color, Roxy."
When the dress was duly. settled upon
one of those delicious olives which,
like the hair of tho poet's heroine, was
"Brown in the shadow, and gold in the sun,"
there was yet a good hour and a half to
spare before the train went.
"Oh, do let us go to tho Academy of
Design l!' said Roxy; "it can't bo far.
And I think it would rest my eyes to look
at some pictures."
It was a fine, sunshiny, breezy after
noon, and all the world was out. Roxy
came slowly up the broad marblo steps,
looking around at the giant palms, and
the caoutchouc leaves, and the monster
camellia-trees, whoso dark green foliage
shone as if it had been varnished. Be
yond glowed tho pictures, outlined in
gold full of vivid lights and deep myste
rious shades. A little crowd had col
lected before one particular canvas, and
following the usual impulse of human na
ture, Dociu and Roxy left the other pict
ures possibly possessed of equal merit
unsurveyed, and joined the fluttering,
performed knot of gazers.
"The picture of the season," she heard
some one saying in tho soft, distinct
tones that denote your society oracle;
" 'La Jolie Blanchisseuse.' Would you
believe that that little square of canvas
has been sold for a thousand dollars? It's
a charmingly painted thing oh, of
course but, alter all, what is there to
it?"
"It is tho sentiment, the tone I" an
swered a wise critic who was pencilling
down notes for an art paragraph in tho
next day's Sphinx. "In this ago of the
world nobody can tell what's going to
succeed and what isn t. I he public pulse
don't bearlecling as It used."
Little Roxy in her plain brown gown
and the poke hat of rough and ready
straw, with the loops of cherry ribbon
which she herself had sewn on, stood on
tiptoe to peep over tho shoulder of tho
tall lady in front of her at the picture.
"Ah, Docia!" she cried, starting buck,
as she caught a glimpse of it, wilh the
strange sensation of one who looks into
a mirror, "I I have seen that before."
In the foreground a crystal-clear brook
gurgled away under a fringe of luxuriant
cresses; in the middle distance there was
the green mystery of chestnut shadows
on the grass, aud a young girl asleep,
with bare white urms, and sun-bonnet
fallen down her neck,whilc an open book
lay on the ground: A red-winged black
bird balanced itself on a bush at her right,
and in the background a line full of flut
tering clothes seemed to come and go at
the signal of the wind. Ono could almost
hear the murmer of the brook, almost see
the stir of tho tall grasses in the yellow
mist of the noontide heats. It was a very
simple picture, to be sure, but it is the
simple pictures that speak to people's
hearts nowadays.
Docia stared intently. "It looks like
you, Roxy," she said, "and that is the
very chestnut-tree with the hollow heart
that blew down in the equinoctial gulo
last March. Have you found the num
ber in the catalogue? Who painted it?
Ah, I thought so Mark JelTerys."
Roxy turned around with a curious
thrill, half of pride, half anger, in her
heart, and saw a tall figure coming toward
them from the monster palms that guarded
the stairway beyond Mark JelTerys him
self. "You have seen tho picture, Roxy?"
he said -"'La Jolie Blunchisseuse'?
Dearest" drawing her away from the
crowd into the cool green shadow of the
giant ferns and the caoutchouc-tree
"my fortune is made, and all through
you, and I was coming to-morrow to lay
it at your feet."
It was u strunge place for a young man
to speak out his heart in; but Mark
.leilerys was like no other man, and
Roxy had a certain individuality of her
own" And x was then the lover, and y
tin' tender little fluttering maiden heart,
ami what should it equal but z -the old,
old story of human happiness, that re
peats itself anew for every generation?
Was it not as plain asanyof t lie algebraic
equations in Roxy'a books at school?
Jtujirr't llaiar.
A furious Occupation.
A lady is suid to earn a livelihood by
hkilfully tilling up worm-holes iu old
books, each leaf being separately anf1
patiently dealt with, the material being
chewed or "pulped" und pressed into
the hole; the charge is sixpeuce a hole.
- Walford'n Anti'juurian.
$1 50 PER ANNUM
HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS.
Willow furniture can be cleaned by us
ing salt and water. Apply with a nail
brush, scrub well and dry thoroughly.
Japanned trays can be polished with a
little powdered whiting or dry Hour, all
of it being rubbed off with a soft
cloth.
Rugs should be lightly shaken every
day if they are small, and brushed with
a small broom daily when they are too
large to be frequently shaken.
Never pour hot water into a glass tin
less it contains a spoon; this will servo
ns a conductor for the heat of the water
and lessen the risk of breakage.
Ragmuflins: Mako a dough ns for bis
cuit, roll half an inch thick, spread with
butter, sugar, cinnamon; roll up and cut
off from tho end the size of biscuit ; bake
quickly.
Mirrors can be polished with a soft
cloth wet with a few drops of ammonia.
The sun should not be allowed to fall on
mirrors, because its rays affect the metalic
coating on the glass.
How to beat cake : Beat from tho bot
tom of the mixing bowl with a wooden
spoon, bringing it up full and high with
each stroke, and as soon as tho ingredi
ents are fairly and smoothly mixed stop
beating, or your cake will bo tough.
To iron table cloths without creasing
them, roll them upon a long curtain roll
er as fast as they are ironed dry, begin
ning at one end. A Canton flannel cloth
under the linen ono makes the table cloth
look well, and saves spots upon the
table. .'
Snow-drops.: Ono cup of butter, two
cups of sugar, whites of five eggs, ono
small cup of milk, three full cups of pre
pared flour; flavor with vanilla and nut
meg. Bake in small round tins. Those
in the shape of fluted shells are very
pretty.
Ginger Snaps: Two cups of molasses,
one-cup of sugar, one and one-half cups
of melted lard, two-thirds of a cup of
cold water, two tesspoonfuls of salaratus,
two teaspoonfuls of ginger, and ono of
salt, and flour enough to roll thin. Bako
in a quick oven.
Molasses Cookies: Ono cup butter, two
cups molasses, ono teaspoonful cloves,
one tablcspoonful ginger, sullicieut flour
to make a stiff batter, not dough. Mold
with the hands into small cakes and bako
in a steady rather than quick oven, as
they are apt to burn.
When to water house plantb: If dust
can be worked up with the finger the
plant needs water. Tap tlie pot with tho
knuckles. If it has a sharp, hollow sound
or ring, tho earth is dry. The weight of
the pot also shows whether the plant re
quires water, wet soil, of course, beiiig
much heavier than dry.
How to make a good omelet: Beat the
yelks ana the whites of the eggs separ
ately; m' ;t a tablcspoonful cf butter in
a teacup of warm milk, to which add
g.adually a tablcspoonful of flour, a lit
tle salt and pepper; add tho yelks of the
eggs, and then add the whites. Bake
immediately in a flat pan greased with
butter.
In furnishing houses, pictures foi
adorning the walls should not be forgot
ten. There is such a variety of beautiful
engravings and etchings that are within
the reach of all, and the framing of them
costs such a trifle, it is a crying shame
that the walls of so many of our homes
arc decorated with tho pictures of the
chromo variety or not at all.
Milk bread: It is now recommended
that milk shall be used in making bread.
A pint of it in the ordinary loaf, inslead
of water, adds some solid nutriment to
the meal, and is a great improvement.
Milk bread does not keep fresh as long
ns water bread, but it is delicious when
fresh, and perhaps all tho more whole
some for drying quickly.
Granulated wheat gems: Stir two and
one-half cups of tine granulated w heat
slowly into a liquid formed of one cup of
water and one cup of milk, seasoned with
a saltspoonful of salt; then beat rapidly
until the arm is weary, and fill very hot
iron gem pans well buttered, giving the
batter a beating while tilling, and bake
immediately in a hot oven.
Curried eggs: Boil three eggs twenty
minutes, then remove the shells aud cut
into slices. Fry a bit of onion in a little
butter and add a tahlespoonful of corn
starch mixed with a saltspoonful of curry
powder; pour on slowly three-quarters of
a cup of milk, seasoning with salt and
butter to taste, und simmer until the
onion is soft. Add the eggs, and servo
when they are thoroughly heated.
Corn starch cake: ' One cup of butter
worked to a cream with two cups of
sugar; one cup of milk in which is dis
solved one teaspoonful of soda; two cups
of flour, in which is sifted two teaspoon
fuls of cream of tartar; the whites only,
of six eggs, beaten to a stiff froth. Mix
all these ingredients well, then add ono
cup of corn starch. Rcut well. Uukc in
a moderate oven. Will make one large
loaf.
A Great Tenor's Vocal Tractlcr.
When Mine. I'atti is a guest at tho
AViudsor, people passing the door of her
apartments are occasionally startled by
a seri s of nasal quacks, if they can be so
described, terminating in a vocal tone
that gradually becomes clear and power
ful. The first impression produced on the
listener is that some foreign fowl is essay
ing its vocal powers, but later develop
ments and inquiry umkc known that tin;
strange sounds are produced by Signor
Nicolini at practice. Signor Nicolini be
gins by directing his tones toward the
heud, and, having "placed" them proper
ly, sustains und strengthens then. In
this method he attributes the preservation
of his voice, which most tenors who sing
wholly from the chest would long since,
have ruiued by incautious use. .Y
Yo.'h Sun.
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Job work caaa oa dallrerv.
BE STILL, OH HEART.
Be still, oh, heart, and trust,
Be generous and just,
And 'twill le well with thee.
The lowly task do well.
Unworthy passions quell,
And tho' the world be bound, be fro
The measures of $y hope
May fill a wider scope
Than thy allotted sphere doth give,
But in the holier space,
Stake beautiful the place,
Where truth and thou dost live.
Content thee, oh, niino heart,
Whatever be thy part
Another's prize thine own ambition fill,
Far better walk tho ways
Of truth and hear no praise,
Than fame, a costlier purchase still.
II. S. Kneedler, in Inter-Ocean.
1IUM0U OF THE DAY.
The busiest poet tfill havo his idyl
moments. Detroit Free l'ren.
Tho Czar's throne is getting to be
almost as comfortable as tho summit of a
church steeple in July. l'hilitJt'ljrfth-
limes.
A citizen may bo known as a bad egg,
but like a bad egg, society will not re
gard him ns offensivo until he is broke.
liichmond State. .
Jobbins rises to remark that the
knights of old wero termed men of high
metal becauso they wore brass helmets
on their heads.
A poor teacher of penmanship in Xenia,
O., has just fallen heir to a legacy of .
$575,000. Ho is flourishing now, and
no mistake. Burliuglon Free Pren.
"False was the cold, hard heart which beat
Her beauteous form beneath;
False were her many vows," ho moaned
"And so were her hair and teeth."
Washington Critic.
It is easy for a great many men to
declare "I would rather be right than be
President," for they do not stand in
much danger of being cither. Dotton
Pod.
A DIKFKUKNCB.
Johnny's fingers were deep in the jam,
And a sweet, peaceful smilospreatl him o'er:
"V et ho didn't seem gay
When later that day
They wore deep in the iamb of tho door.
Washington Critio.
When a woman can get hold of a
newspnper out of which somebody ha?
cut a piece of news, without yearning to
know what it was about, she is ready to
become an angel. When feminino curi
osity ceases life has lost all charm and is
no longer worth living. Fall Jlieer Ad
tanee, "And don't you know why, Bobby,"
Raid tho minister, who was dining with
the family, "your inainma dosen't
want you to eat a second piecoof pie?"
"Yes, sir," replied Bobbby. " Sho said
that if you didn't take any there would
bo enough left over for to-morrow."
Ai York Sun.
A newly-made Benedict, while lazily
strolling along one day last week, was
met by a friend who in bachelor days had
been a boon companion. "Hello, old
fellow, glad to see you once more," wai
the salutation; then, in the same breath,
accompanying a hearty handshake, came
tho natural query: "How do you like
married life?" "Well, you know,"
drawled the Benedict, with a limp smile,
"I never get very enthusiastic about any
thing." Washington Chrunide.
The Use of Loons.
The crazy screams of the loon are heard
again through tho silent watches of the
night and at early morn. Seven were
seen sporting themselves in Pigeon Lake
the other morning. It will be a good
thing if they become numerous around
here, as they will make magnificent sport
for tho innocent shootists who come in
the summer with their kits. If there is
anything that wilj tickle a loon to death
it is to get a pair of breech loading,
nickel mounted, double und twist, brown
canvas, copper riveted throughout, city
sportsmen after him. He will sluiul ou
his head and kick at the clouds with do
light. He will sit on the water like an
old-fashioned three, decker with his oft
eye shut, and his beak on the grin, till
the city chap thinks that if he can't blow
that galoot clean out of the w ater at the
firBt pop it would be useless his shooting
at a barn. Then he draws up, holds his
breath, shuts his eyes, and pops. So
likewise does the loon, and while tho
sport is confusedly looking for the pieces,
tho loon comes up within four feet and a
half of the boat and laughs a wild lu
natic laugh. Then the rowing and
shooting commences, and if the loon
does not take at least live hours' hilarious
fun out of them, why, he must lie a young
one and not feeling extra well. Yes,
loons should be encouraged. Hofraygeon
lilteiueut.
A Happy Thought.
A happy thought inspired by devction
aud strong friendship was thut which
w ill lighten the tedium of an ocean voy
age for one liosloniau journeying across
tho Atlantic. A letter bag, full of the
friendly missives from many of those who
were indebted for pleasant hours of hos
pitality and kindness to her who asks
tin ly friendship in return for her labors in
their behalf, was intrusted to the stew
ardess to be delivered on the third day
out, when the flowers which lined the
stateroom should have lost the' fresh
ness. There were pretty, youthful look
ing missives from sweet, young maidens;
there were grave aud dignified envelopes,
such us only men of letters use; tliere
wero sonnets from young poets and verses
from older ones. Painters, sculptors,
clergymen aud laymen, judgi s aud medi
cal men wire well represented iu this
novel "round robin" mail bag, aud many
are the happy hours of rending iu store
for her whose nam they bear. Iknton
'V.