; p ? ! - li1' II; i B. F. SCHWEIER, , THI C053TITUTI05 THI UKIOH AWD THI I5F0ECXMI3T 07 THI LAWS. Editor and Proprietor VOL. XXX. , MIFFLINTOWX, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA..' AUGUST 9. 1S76. : NO. 32. f hi TEE EOT SEASON As the weather demands and deserves an racle everv day. and the editor have fainted in the tank. e coijt the following nntwn wriL- j whiw nauueu nuam :j Toe folks that on the first of May Wore Winter oorU and bone. Be-an to say. the fint of June, "Good Lord! how hot It grow. !" At la4 two Fahreoheits blew op. And killed two children amall. And one barometer abot dead A tutor with ita bail. Now all day long the locusts sang. Among the leafleea tiers. Three new hotels warped inside out. The pntnp eonld only wheece ; And npe old wine, that twenty years Bad cobwebbed o'er in vain. Came epooting throoKh the rotten oorks. Like Joly s beat champagne ! The Worcester locomotives did Their tnp in half an hour ; The Lowell cars ran forty miles Before they checked the power ; Boll brimstone soon became a drag. And loco-fooos ftll ; All aked for ice, bat eTerywhere Saltpetre was to aelL Plump men of mornings ordered tights. But ere the scorching noons. Their candle-moolda bad grown as loose As Cossack pantal.ons. The dogs ran mad men could not try If water they would choose ; A horse fe.l dead he only left Foot red-hot, rusty shoes. Bat soon the people coald not bear The slightest hint of fire ; Allusions to caloric drew A flood of savage ire ; The leaves on heat were all torn oat From every book at school. And many blackguards kicked and enssed Because they said "Keep cool!" The gas-light companies were mobbed, The bakers all were abot. The penny press began to talk Of lynching Dr. Nott ; And all a boot the warehouse steps Were angry men in droves. Crashing and splintering through the doors To smaeh the patent stoves. The abolition men and maids Were tanned to such a hue. You scarce could tell them from their friends Unless their eyes were bine. And when I left Society Bsd burnt its ancient guards. And Brattle street and Temple place Were interchanging cards. None to Caress. Tli ere had been a summer shower; roof, window, garden, were washed to dazzling polish, and the wonderful li quid eouleur de rose of the moment poured over all an air of enchantment. The slender young woman in deep mourning whom the stalwart proprietor of the awkward vehicle lifted down like a feather accepted her dreaded destina tion with a smile. "How lovely !" were the first words that escaped her l?ps; and they were appropriated as a fitting compliment by a rustily-clad man, who seized the little gloved hand vigorously in his horny palm, and "hoped he saw Miss Thatcher very well." "Supper's bin ready this half hour," was the laconic and not amiable saluta tion of Mr. Seaman's spouse, who re ceived Louisa in the porch. "An' the boys is gone fishin', you see," said the host. "When Solon's to hum from grammar school, Ezra's sure to jine him, an' take a day off." After tea, served in a d arrow white washed anteroom to the stiff funeral parlor, where MLs Thatcher was bid "take off her things, the young lady begged to be shown to her own room, and was led up stairs to a low-win dowed bedroom, carpeted with braided rags, and furnished with reddened pine and calico counterpanes. The luggage had been pushed in with a mental ejaculation, "What on earth can a dls- trie' school-ma'am want with two big trunks?" aud the audible information, "I've filled your pitcher. Here's a can die. The git up bell '11 ring at six." With as slight preparation as might be, the overwearied girl homesick to her heart's core crept into bed. She awoke with a start. The room was quite dark ; a cool damp mountain wind rushed through the open win dows. She lighted a match and glanced at her watch. Only 9 o'clock, and the world still wide awake. A burst of hilariouslaughter arose from the kitchen below, where the returned fishermen were scaling their fish. From the h ruse beyond the orchard came the tinkling of a piano, and a thin, sharp female voice practiced gingerly a song just then come into vogue : No one to love, none to caress. Traveling alone through tile's wilderness. "My serenade," thought Louisa, as she tried in vain to recompose herself to sleep. Could any words express me better? An orphan, without brother or sister, penniless, nearly friendless, the oue being that I loved and adored gone from me forever. "Xoone to love, none to caress.' Could anything be truer of me than that r" The village school children were en chanted with their new teacher. She was gentle and firm, interesting and companionable. There was nota sunny day all summer when some of them did not come after school to take her with them to Red Cedar Iond, the holiday rendezvous of the country round. If the afternoon proved rainy, and this juvenile escort failed, Miss Thatch er, wrapping herself in water-proof, and taking a book with her, would go down the orchard's steep bank to the old mill. She "made friends" with Tim. the miller's boy, and Bill Bowles, the miller, and "the old deacon," the prehistoric proprietor of the premises, who had not failed a day tiiese fifty years to look in, rain or shine, to see "if things was to rights." She found a love of a corner where, through the cracks under the great beams, she could see the water wildly rushing, and where she could bear, in its grand excitement, the grind and whirl, the boom and splash, of the mad flood whose sound up on the hill yon der assumed such a drowsy monotone. "You be so fond of readin', miss," said Tim, the miller's boy, "mebbe you'd take a shine to a euros book we're got 'ere. There was a time when all the visitors to Bed Cedar Pond cum down to take a look at it; but it's grown rusty like. A hand-writ book, miss manscrip sum folks call it. It b'longs, you might say, to Bowles Mill, for it wus left with 'the old dea con, to be kept till called fur, an' was writ by the curusest spesraln of a hu man cretur; but he died afore my time, . ... i m a stranger in these parts. I wus reared twelve miles back." "And no oue has called for the book ?' "Xot yit,' said Tim, mysteriously "not yit. Folks Is too sup'stidous. There be sum who say it never will be called fur till 'the old deacon lies aside o' the cretur who writ It. He died sud din, as was buri'd np in the deacon's buri'l lot. An sum say he wush't buri'd out is gone a sea ry age, an'H come back; an' sum say he's been seed bodily round Bowles' Mill moonlight nights. But you needn't be scared, mtss. The book is nat'ral harmless. An' if you say so, I'll git it fur you this minit, an' when you're through readin' on't, I'll put It back." L p to the rafters he climbed nimbly by certain foot holds not very visible, and brought down, with a flying leap that startled Miss Thatcher to her feet in nervous apprehensions for his safety, a dusty volume, which he gallantlv wiped upon his coat sleeve and offered An autobiography, not so very old, for its closing date was 1374. Four hundred pages of yellow letter-paper stitched together by the dozen sheets, and finally bound in a wrap of black leather. Written in a fine, pointed hand, difficult to read at first, but once mastered in Its idiosyncracies, legible at ease. And having this peculiarity : on almost every page, mixed up with the text, were maps carefully drawn and dotted, inclosed in neatly ruled parallelograms, but without any figures or marginal references to show connec tion with the writing. "I am one of two brothers," the nar rative commenced, "in all points as un like, from the moment of birth, as Jacob and Esau." Then followed, interspersed with the incomprehensible maps, a brief history of an unhappy childhood, unloved as childhood could be, an adolescence ut terly unblessed and dissatisfied; and after a page of atheistical tirade against the Inequality of fortune and the bitter tyranny of fate, the personal history developed Into a descriptive diary of travels and business connections in South America, whither the writer had immigrated in his twenty-sixth year. So far, and a little farther, the manu script bore marks of having been read ; pages were dogeared, and there was an occasional thumb print. But the style was so dull and monotonous, and the detail so lacking in adventure, that not one of "the visitors at Red Cedar Pond" had been inspired with sufficient curi osity to read the volume to Its close. Not one excepting Miss Thatcher. She read every page carefully, even with avidity. One Saturday morning a beautiful sunny morning, for rainy days could no longer be waited for, the interest of the diary had become so absorbing Miss Thatcher was early in her favorite place at the old mill, when Tim, with a surprisingly long face, accosted her in a startling whisper: "The man'script's bin called fur." Miss Thatcher turned quite pale. "Is It gone?" she asked, faintly. "Xo, miss, not gone,'' said Tim, ra diantly, well satisfied with "the start" he had given her; "not tuck away when you wus a-readln' on't. Catch met Says I, 'Sir, you must bring a written order.' So he went up the hill to the old deacon's that wus yisterday. He'll be here fur certain to-day. But you've got the manscript, miss, to look at once agin, anyhow. Catch me a-givin on't up till I had ter." I'lm, you are a very good, kind fel- low," said Miss Thatcher. Mie took the manuscript, and it was then that, before she had read a word she wrote in fine pencil mark upon the margin of one of the sallow pages a page she turned over leaf after leaf es pecially to find "So one to love, none to caress." Hardly bad she written this when the sound of a crutch was heard on the mill bridge, and veices, and In another moment the sunny doorway of the mill was darkened by two figures. There was no escape lor Louisa. She arose from her love of a corner, with the manuscript in her bands. I am sure you have come for this," she said to the old deacon. Then she glanced at his companion. He could certainly bear no relation to "the curusest spesmiii of a human cretur" described by Tim as the author of the diary. She caught the impres sion, in her rapid glance, of a scholarly- looking young man, with a pale fore head and a dark moustache, who wore eyeglasses. I believe I am the owner of the record left here so many years ago," the young man explained. "But 1 have no reason to carry it awav at this moment. I s.iall be In the village over the Sabbath, perhaps through the week. If you have not finished reading it, I shall leave the book with you gladly." Ob, no," said Miss Thatcher, quickly too quickly she afterward thought; but e m harassment, or perhaps fate. urged her to decline the stranger's po liteness. She was going, and as she went an uiicontrolable Impulse caused her to turn back, and say, "If you are kindred to the man who wrote the book, 'twill make you very sad, I hope I hope you will feel a little love for him." At church on Sunday the claimant of the Bowles' Mill manuscript ap peared in a conspicuous pew, and Louisa Thatcher felt, even when he was not looking at her, that his thoughts were studying her through aud through. On Monday morning, as she trudged along the high road to the school-house, she met him, and he evidently expected recognition; bnt Intent upon the ne cessity of absolute dignity in a "district school-ma'am, she vouchsafed him none. "She blushed, though," the young man reflected, consolingly. That even ing be called at Mr. Seaman's with one of the village dignitaries, but the desire of his eyes was "up stairs correcting compositions," and he did not get a glimpse of her. At noon the next day the mother of flaxen-haired Nettie, pet of the baby class, came with Nettie's luncheon, ac companied by the indefatigable young man, who was then formally presented to Miss Thatcher. From that time they met daily on th war to school and the way from school, walking slowly along the high-road and the pretty wood path that closed It. and giving each other gradually, with all the trustful facility of youth and Irresistible attraction, the confidential histories of their young lifetimes. At evening be came to see ber. And, then, what happened t All at once the dismal Interior of the old bouse where Louisa boarded became as rosily transfigured as its exterior bad been by the glory of the western heaven the hour of Miss Thatcher's arrival. In a more magical eouleur de rose, the fu neral parlor blushed Into a boudoir; the low-windowed bedroom blossomed into beauty, not only with all the buds and branches brought into it as memen toes of darling walks and drives, but with the subtle efflorescent unfolding of lore dreams. ' one evening the young couple were sitting in Mr. Seaman's parlor by the dim lamp, dignified by the mercenary genius of Mrs. Seaman into "an extra" looking together over the mill manu script. I find it so dull," said Leonard Mansfield. "Were it not for one con sideration and one conviction I should never be able to finish. The considera tion is for your sake, because you like it, Louisa; the conviction was the foun dation of my coming to claim the record. When my uncle's will was read, seven years ago, one clause struck my ima gination. If any of my heirs feel sufficiently interested In me to inquire Into my personal history they will find my diary in the old mill where it was written, at Red Cedar Pond, twelve miles from U , J County, Conn. Per sonal application to be made to Deacon Treat or 'Squire Wells.' The heirs noted this direction with indifierence." "My share of the legacies took me through college as my father, one of the dearest and noblest of men, but never fortunate in money-making, could not afford It and furnished me with a 1 small capital to commence law practice, I had more than compunctious thought about my benefactor. It seemed to me a shame to accept such benefits from man In whom I had not even sufficient interest to acquaint myself with bis personal history. This year, when I became for the first time encouragingly established in my profession, I deter mined to commence my vacation by looking up the neglected diary. I con fess I do not find myself inspired by its revelation. What did you find, dear Louisa, to kindle you into the request tlm has haunted me, 'I hope you will lore him a little' " "I found worlds in It," said Miss Thatcher, sighing so sorrowfully, she had not done since she had entered her new world of love and loving, "Worlds of what, my dearest" asked the light-hearted young lawyer. He was clasping her hand In one of his as he spoke, and with the other he turned absently the leaves of the time-stained book that lay on the table. A little bit of handwriting that he knew struck his vision ; it was the Hue on the margin, 'No one to lore, none to caress." Miss Thatcher saw it too. "Yes, I know," she said softly. I wrote it there. I coulJ not help it. Twas the tribute of my sympathy." ne turned to her very earnestly, Something in the tremulous sensitive ness of her face smote his heart pain fully. Tears started to his eyes. He folded bis strong arm around her with a sense of Infinite tenderness. "Let me tell you," she said, disen gaging herself from his embraces. "what a strange thing 1 found, or thought I found, In that diary. - First of all, you know, I was drawn singu larly Into rapport with the writer by my own sad loneliness. I felt the depth of meaning in his complaint. Yes," she said, trembling, "1 must confess, and I do repent, even In his complaint against heaven. Alone In the world. Sometimes that happens." And here let it be explained to the reader that by an accident in the cradle the writer of the diary had been made physically repellant, and his sensitive soul exaggerated bis misfortune Into a barrier between himself and the loving sympathies of all mankind. As for womankind, be knew not for his mother died at his birth even its ma ternal tenderness. , "Leonard, dear," Miss Thatcher went on, "you wilt think me, pernaps, me most superstitious being; but I think and the idea has gathered some reason able pleas I cannot help thinking that this book is framed as a mode of bequest. I believe the writer, your father's bro ther, stung with the bitter thought that his hard-earned fortune would be spent by those who never knew or cared for him, devised a method by which a part at least should be the reward of affec tionate gratitude." She explained to him then her theory of the maps, and her instinctive con struction of one particular map which she had studied at the very last reading In the old mill. Leonard Mansfield's cheek flushed as he listened . At the close he said, "Your reasoning is sufficiently plausible to deserve to be tested, and so It shall be. But first promise me one thing: prom ise me that if this miracle of intuition proves true, you will be my wife to morrow. My darling, you shall not say 'No. lie prevented ncr, indeed. In a lover-like way from saying any thing. And silence is "yes" In love. The last day ot August the whole village of Red Cedar Pond was thrown Into a torment of excited curiosity. The excitement began In one of the twin houses on the 'Meeting house Hill' at 6 o'clock in the morning. Miss Ta- bltha Butts stood In ber n'ght dress peeping through the blinds of a dor-1 mer-window. She never could tell, as she declared afterward, what made her peep. She saw the back door of Dick Sea man's open, and Louisa Thatcher look mysteriously out. Then she saw Tim, the miller's boy, creep stealthily around the porch with the pickaxe and a spade. which he gave to Miss Thatcher, who disappeared with them into the housa. Then Tim, stealing back again as far as the lilac bushes, and cautiously survey ing all approaches, put his hand over bis mouth and gave a low whistle. Immediately from the horse-shed by the church a man came very quickly, and, nodding to Tim as he passed, has tened to the high-road. Miss Tabitha was sure, although his cap was drawn over his face, that this man was the young stranger to the village, who had been so Infatuated with Miss Thatcher. Then Miss Thatcher came to the door again and beckoned to Tim, and whis pered ; and be went, around by way of the church, down the plum orchard, to the mill. A pickaxe and a spade ! Miss Tabitha bad cold shivers; she could think of nothing but a grave. When, two hours afterward, the coast being clear, she sped across the garden patch, to the "meetin'-house shed," her fancy lost none of Its horrors, for there, in the northeast corner, was a space of fresU- turned mold. Miss Tabitha went home, put on her sun-bonnet, and was "down to the vil lage In no time." The next excitement was at the som nolent dwelling of old Squire Wells. Mr. Mansfield had been closeted with him an hour. And when the Squire re-appeared he nearly upset his ancient wife in the hallway in haste to get his hat and coat, and choked till he was scarlet, screaming in her wrong ear that be was going to U "on biz- ness!" Off he went at such a novel pace that the poor dame's feeble facul ties aroused themselves to concentrate upon one fatal remembrance. "When an old horse that ha.-, alters walked takes to runnln' away, there's no Ind o' damage." Excitement third was a sealed letter, dropped by Mr. Seaman's Ezra into the post office at 10 o'clock, the hour of general delivery, directed to the trus tees of the district school, which body, being in quorum on the spot, opened at once the resignation of Miss Thatcher In favor of the highly recommended candidate for the winter term, for whom they bad kindly given her the preference. Excitement fourth attacked flaxen- haired Nettie's mother, a pleasant-faced little widow, to w hom Tim, who bad ridden to U and back again at break-neck speed, brought a note from the Congregational minister of U saying be would sup with her that evening, "if agreeable," as he was coming to Red Cedar Pond "in virtue of his office," a sentence underlined like a pleasantry, that so upset the good widow's brain as to spoil the count of her one-two-three-four cake. Last of all, and the grand excitement of the day, was the ringing, at 4 o'clock In the afternoon, of the meeting-house bell. "Who Is dead ? " every one asked, as the nrtt few slow strokes were counted; but once fairly set going, the old bell tripped up all calculations; fifty, eighty, a hundred; still on quickly, jubilantly ringing not for the dead, but for the living; ringing for a wedding! Such a scampering as there was up the .Mill bridge Koad! There was no lack of witnesses to the simple, solemn service, and of the coming down the aisle, on the arm of her proud young husband, of a delicate little bride, with mourning laid aside for purest white, and day lilies on her bosom. Not married in haste to repent at leisure were the two loving people who took the evening train that day for far commercial dry, preceded by In dices of good fortune in the shape of a strong box loaded with Spanish dou bloons and English bank notes, so in- geniously bequeathed by an eccentric misanthrope, and discovered in its hiding-place by a woman's wit, kindled by woman's sympathy. Within the happiest of homes, set apart upon its elegantly embroidery' draped pedestal that looks at the first glance like a prieu dieu, lies, yellow with age, the long-neglected diary. Not in vain had the once homeless orphan suffered. Xot In vain at one dark moment of her life she accepted as hers the song that can never more belonged to her, "No one to love, none to caress." Jafea Baakfaa feaatala. There is an old tradition concerning Mahomet that be was once standing be neath a palm tree and teaching his fol lowers, saying: "He who clothes the naked shall be clothed by God with the green robes of paradise. If a good man gives with his right hand and conceals it with his left, he overcomes all things.' While he said these words, a man drew near and cried, "Ob, prophet ! my mother Sad is dead; what Is the best alms I can give away for her soul?" Mohomet bethought him of the panting beat of the desert and said, "Dig a well for her and give water to the thirsty." The man dug a well aud said, "This is for my mother." I do not know wheth er Mr. John Ruskln ever met with this old story, but he has just performed a kind and gentle action which reminded me of it. A little way from Croyden, near London, there has long been a dirty, marshy little pond, which is now an exquisite clear spring of running water. Mr. Ruskln bas expended 500 in making this spring, which is not far from the home of his childhood, and surrounded it with trees and flowers, and earned it after his mother, Marga ret's 'Veil. On the neat tablet over it are luscribed the following words: "In obedience to the Giver of life, of brooks and fruits that feed it, of the peace that ends it, may this well be kept sacred for the service of men, of flocks and flowers, and by kindness be called Margaret's Well." Moncttrt D. Convoy. Dou Pedro traveled twenty thou sand miles in one hundred and one days. IMf Savers. There is a general tendency to speak slightingly ot those who save money and to extol those wbo do not. It is not easy to indicate the precise grounds upon which this is done; but there ap pears to prevail an impression to the effect that one class are meao-eouled sordid, and greedy, while the other are full of generous Impulses. This im pression, however, does not seem to be justified by the facts of the case. many cases, those who spend recklessly are by no means philanthropic. They throw about their money, it la true, bnt they do so more In a spirit of bravado than from charitable Impulses Their benevolence Is, to say the best that can be said of it, decidedly erratic, and un fortunate indeed Is the being who dependent upon them. Because they scatter their gold with an apparently lavish band wherever they go, and when the eyes of the world are upon them, it does not follow that they are doing more than giving way to a partic ular - form of self-indulgence. They may treat their friends to costly enter tainments, but there is little charity In volted in the proceeding where the en tertainments are given at the expense of creditors who are being defrauded of their rights. Of course it may be held that It Is a rather clever thing to didle one's creditors In order that one may be generous to one's acquaintance ; but the man who does this invariably fails to stand the wear aud tear of time. The probability Is that, sooner or later, he attemps to diddle yon with the same skill that he has diddled bis creditors and the chances are that you discover ere long that bis promises are not to be relied upon, and that It is hopeless expect him to keep his engagements. Nor Is this all. It will be found that, notwithstanding all bis great show, he is Indifferent who suffers so long as he is not forced to deny himself. On the other hand, the man who saves money will generally be proved a man of his word. Unlike the spendthrift, wbo readily promises to do everything but actualy performs next to nothing, the money saver is slow -to promise, but what he dees engage to do he is quick to accomplish. This arises from the fact that when he does make an en gagement he carefully calculates how far he will be able to fulfil it. He does not say be will pay you a certain amount on a certain time on the strength of a vague hope that something will "turn up" 'twixt now and then, but upon that of carefully-thought-out and reliable calculations. He realizes his obligation so keenly that he is occasion ally lei, perhaps, to be unduly cautious, At the same time, if you want a man to to do a real serviceable act of charity you must go to him rather than a mag nificent being who holds money in con tempt. It Is not surprising that he comes to the front In social life, and that he is placed in positions of power aud responsibility. Self-denial aud in tegrity can never go unrewarded, their Infiuence is so powerful and enduring People may sneer at what they call miserliness. But providence is not miserliness, and the man who saves money Is not necessarily a miser. Home Journatl TatsSasdHIt Daakey. Yacob was the name of an Arab boy in the Oriental city of Cairo. He was poor, and, like most of the poor boys of that city, his chief ambition was to own a donkey and hire him out to the trav elers to go to the pyramids and other places of interest in the neighborhood of Cairo. As it was, he was only the driver of another man's donkey; that is, when the animal was mounted by the traveler, he ran behind, poking the quadruped with a sharp stick to keep him in a brisk trot. One day while Yacob was standing in front of Shepherd's Hotel in Cairo, wishing he had a donkey of his own, an English traveler on the veranda beck oned to him and asked him why he looked so wistful, and Yacob answered that he was unhappy because he had no donkey. And when the Englishman heard his story, he railed his servant and told him to bring up Mafish, which was an old sleepy donkev. Then he said to Yacob: "Would you be happy if you owned that donkey, my lad?" "Oh, master, I would be happy with any donkey !" said Yacob. "Then," said the Englishman, "he is yours I make him a present to you, When he said this, the other travelers gathered around, with smiles on their laces, for it appeared that the English man was a man much given to making fun. He told Yacob tu get on the don key and ride him up and down in front of the hotel a few times, to show his gait. Yacob got astride of him, and found that be was stiff In the legs and moved slowly notwithstanding the sharp pokes he gave brm with his stick. 'I shall give the donkey a name that will draw custom for you," said the Englishman as the lad rode up to the veranda. Yacob was much pleased that his benefactor should give the donkey a name, for he bad seen some of his com panions who hired their donkeys more easily than others, on account of for tunate names given to them by travel ers. "I shall be much glad to call him what my master pleases," said Yacob. "Then his name shall be Lightning" said the Englishman, and the other travelers laughed. Yacob did not know what Lightning meant, and he continued to call his donkey by that name after the English man went away. He did not have much difficulty in hiring his donkey; but when the travelers started on their journey, they told Yacob be was a bum- bug, and that he bad Imposed on them with his animal. So that they only kept Kightlng for a few minutes, and the same people never hired him twice. One day, as be led bis old donkey toward the hotel veranda, after being called a little humbng by an angry traveler, who refused to pay him for hire of half an hour, be was spoken to by a fat man In a long black coat, who told him he ought to call bis donkey Slow-coach. After that, Yacob called him Slow coach, not knowing any more about that name than he did about Lightning, But this change of name, instead of mending matters, made them worse. In short, no one would hire his donkey any more on any condition, and Yacob and Slow coa.-h were a rueful pair, they stood Idly before the hotel. One day, as he stood thus, the Prince of Wales came out from the veranda (the Prince was then on his way to the East Indies), mounted Slow-coach, and rode him two or three yards, and then got off and took another donkey. There upon Yacob bemoaned his bad luck in hearing of an American sitting on tilted chair on the verandah. l acoo," said the American, "your donkey shall be hired as much as any other, but hereafter bis name must be the Prince of Wales." The American had a certificate drawn up and sworn to before the American Consul in Cairo, to show that the Prince of Wales, had, without any doubt, mounted Yacob's donkey ; and when the lad wanted to hire the animal to any man, woman or child from Eng land, all he had to do was to show this certificate, and they straightway en gaged nim, notwithstanding bis mop ing gait and stiff legs. They engaged him for whole days, fondled him, and begged Yacob not to poke him up too sharp from behind. They fed him with whatever be would eat, and the only drawback to the donkey's pleasant life was that his tail was plucked a good deal for mementos. Yacob said, and says still, that the luckiest day of his lile was when he was spoken to by the American gen tleman on a tilted chair. Caralsk- Bardlaea. "Are pilchards sardines T is a qnes- ,ion which we are told bas now bee: answered, by scientific investigation in the affirmative. Bnt there is auot her method of determining the point, more uomeiv, duc not less accurate than that ot comparing anatomic structure, in the application of an old proverb, "the proof of the pudding is in the eating." and the identity of pilchard and sar dine may oe provea in mat way too. In an article in October. 175. we men tioned that a company had been formed at Falmouth, under the name of the "Cornish Saldino Company, Limited," i or me purpose oi preserving piicnaras in oil. after the same, process as that adopted with the French sardines. I bis company seems to be thriving. The fish are selected according to size. the smaller ones being put into tins holding eighteen ounces, and labeled Cornish Sardines, while tne larirer ones are called "t'llcnards in Oil." and packed in tins of twenty-two ounces. i lie lesiiu is a uencacy wuicn we are told cannot be distinguished from the sardines imported from France, tbns practically proviDg the identity of tbe two oinerently-named hull. 1 lie im portance of tfii iudubtry in a cummer- lal sense is likely to be enormous Pilchards are found in vast numliers every year oil the coast of Cornwall bn, Ix-voud a onaotitv annually sent to Italy, after being salted aud pressed. and rendered unpalatable to all but fastiug penitents lu the season of Lent, and a small proportion preserved id vinegar by the Cornish villagers for use during the Winter months, very few of these naturally delicious tisb have been aided to the food supplies of the world. Large numbers are used for manure, and others are pressed for the sake of the oil they produce, but otherwise they have been very little esteemed. lne uh deteriorate so quickly after capture that they cannot lie sold tresn even in Lugiish markets. but the method ot preserving them lu tins adopted by tbe above company en ables them to be now brought within reach of all. W ith the present high prices of meat and Dsn, am-n a means of adding to our food-supplies ought to be welcomed, and as a Butish prudue tion the "Cornish Sai dines" and "Pil haids in Oil" will sooner or later oc cupv a high place in tbe estimation of the lintish public. At any rate the pil chard is at least in a fair way of over coming the pred in dice against it which bas hitherto unfortunately existed. thambrr $ Journal. A Rpeek ol Dast. The following illustration is given of etiquette in the time of Louis XV.: In the Queen's apartment there were two chambers. One day the Queen saw a speck or dust on her bed, and showed it to Madame de Luyness, the maid of honor. The latter sent for the valet de chambrt, bed-maker to tbe Queen, that he might show it to the valet de chambre, bed-maker to King. The latter arrived at the end of an hour, but said that the dust was none of bis business, because the bed-maker of the King made up the common bed of the Queen, but were forbidden to touch the state bed. Consequently the dust must be re moved by the officers of the household. The Queen gave orders that they shonld be sent for, and every day for two months she asked If the dust had been brushed off, but they had not yet found out whose duty it was to remove the speck. 'Finally, the Queen took up a feather-duster and brushed it off. Great was the scandal thereof, but no oue dreamed of blaming the absence of the officers; they bad only found that the Queen had been wanting in etiquette. Wfcy the Black Vallare Is Baldkeaded. The gallinazo, or the black vulture of the Isthmus of Panama, Is a bird whose services as a scavenger are highly prized by the natives. In view of the valuable services rendered by this bald headed bird, the natives have framed for it a legend to account for the entire absence of feathers on Its neck and head. The story runs as follows, and we commend it to the attention of those naturalists who are at a loss to know the "reason why" for this and kindred phenomena: "After the Deluge, Xoah when he was opening the door of the ark, thought it well to give a word of advice to the released animals. 'My children,' said he, 'when you see a man coming toward you, and stooping down go away from him ; he is getting a stone to throw at you. 'Very good,' exclaimed the gallinazo; 'but what If he have one already in his pocket?' Xoah was somewhat taken aback at the reply ; but he decided that in future the gallinazo should be born bald, in token of Its remarkable sagacity." Appteton't Journal. . Bryant Is not only the oldest of living poets, but also the richest. RIs fortune Is estimated at $900,000. The best Centennial notes a repor ter can pick up are hundred dollar bills. . . The vase presented to William CuV- len Bryant, on his eightieth Dirtnuay is now on exhibition at the Music Pa vilion. There is a J4.S00 bedstead in the Chinese court of the Centennial, whose carving kept twenty celestials busy for nve years. A trial of all the steam fire engines and fire extinguishing apparatus at the Exhibition will be held on the Centen nial grounds on the 20th of September, There is in the Italian section of the Main Building a carved walnut facsi mile of a crumbling, half decayed drink ing fountain casing exhumed from the ruins ot i'ompell. Xearly all the goods in tbe Egypt ian uepartment at the centennial nave been sold, and more than one-half of those In the Chinese, Japanese, Tunis ian, and other Oriental exhibits. One of the show-cases In the Arkan sas building is, with its contents, the exhibit of the St. Louis, Iron Mountain and Southern Railroad Company. The case is artistically constructed of many varieties oi Arkansas woou. In the Russian section of the Main Building is a small lump of unpolished malachite, marked $4,800. The mala chite exhibit is the most attractive In this section. It comprises a beautiful mantel with agate settings, including admirably executed clusters of berries and grapes. In the Kansas and Colorado build ing there Is a clock which Indicates the month, the day of the month, the dav of the week, the hour and the minute. Its Inventor says that one winding will cause it to run for one hundred years, annougn the spring-weight has from ten to one hundred times less power than is required to operate any other escapement In the world. The live-stock disnlav. which is to begin on the 1st of September, will com prise 9,uuu head, exclusive of poultry i ne iive-stocK judges will make a gen eral report on the origin, progress, de velopment and present type or each breed represented at the show. Among the animals entered is a steer weighing 6,000 pounds and a mule, 21'j hands high, and weighing 1,600 pounds. Both these animals are Tennesseans. The only life-size statue of the Im mortal Santa Clans at the Exhibition is in the German Department, where he groans beneath an enormous and heavily-laden Christmas tree which be car ried on his shoulder. The young folks. seeing him standing in the midst of in numerable and highly-tempting tovs. conclude that at last they know the country containing the inexhaustible reservoir or the genial old Kriss. Xo farmer or mechanic should miss seeing the Centennial exhibition. If be cannot go, he should send one at least of his sous. If he cannot afford to do that, he should take what recreation he can In in the most convenient manner. family parties, neighborly picnics to interesting plajes. and social gather-1 ings, make us better acquainted with each other, and show the best points of people whom we might suppose had but little good about them. In business no one is seen at hu best, and we want to think as well of our neighbors as we possibly can. Entries for the dog show are coming in irons an parts ol the country and promise mat some oi tne nest blooded anines in North America will be ex hibited. The special prizes offered by the Philadelphia Sportsman's Club for setters and pointers are causing much excitement among the owners of crack dogs as to who shall be the lucky fel lows, n is expected tnat one hundred and fifty setters will compete for one prize alone, and that entries of some of the best dogs In Great Britain will be made. All entries are free of charge. out none win oe received alter tbe 10th of August. The Franklin Institute of the State of Pennsylvania for the Promotion cf the Mechanic Arts, through the kind ness of the Centennial commissioners. has opened a reception room at the northwestern end of Machluerr nail. for the use of its members and visitors from abroad, interested In the mechanic arts. 1 he Institute cordially Invites all who desire to do so, to visit their room, in which will be round files of the 'Jour nal of the Institute" and other periodi cals devoted to industrial sciences. Tbe room is In charge of a committee of thirty members of the Institute, one or more of whom Is in attendance to re ceive visitors and give any information they may desire in reference to the Ex hibition, ihe following objects, of great historical interest, have been placed In the room: 1. Franklin's elec trical machine. This Instrument Is doubtless the one used by the great phi- losopner in malting nis wonderful ex periments in the science of electricitv, I'resented to the Institute by Dr. John R. Coxe. 2. Oliver Evans' steam loco motive engine. This Interesting model Is among the earliest known, having been Dmit about 1804. J Oliver Evans' igh pressure steam engine. This is the model of an engine built by O. Erans, about 1804, and is described in Galloway's work on the steam engine, page iui. LXnuon, 1SJ7. 4. working mode! of a steam engine built by M. W. Baldwin, ana presented by him to the Institute, about 1332. The first cafe which really strikes the visitor as distinct!' novel and for eign is the Viennese Bakery, where you can not only eat your cake but also see it made. For any one accustomed to foreign ways of life, I can Imagine no pleasanter or more enlightened man ner of beginning the day at Philadel phia than to go for his morning coffee to this restaurant. There he will find in the early morning an attentive and well trained Viennese waiter, who will bring him, after he is seated at a neat table, not a simple Republican tumbler, to be separately filled, more nottm, first with ice and then with warm water, but besides the tumbler a delightful carnfi, decanter, the contents of which have been frozen in the bottle, and therefore Immediately suggests to thoughtful minds a question analagous to that of the historic apple and dump lings. There is also to be had the Vi enna bread in the form of eroiitantt crescents, which it may not be unpa triotic to say compares favorably with Graham or even rye, and delicious cof fee and chocolate. It is a pity that this bakery could not have been uiade a male annex of the Woman's Pavilion, an ed ifice which woman, with unusual sa gacity, has made attractive by the total absence of all articles, or processes use ful or pleasing to men. The Vienna bakery would be, In itself, a liberal ed ucation to any docile woman, and might be made the means of banishing chicory from many thousands of Amer ican homes. The boiled milk, to de scend to details, la in itself a remarka ble achievement of the human inven tion, capped as It Is with the wonderful climax, which looks like a "whip" of some kind, but the precise nature or which I could not determine. KIW3 Df BRH7 A number of married women of Cambridgeport (Mass.) have formed a club for perfecting themselves In cook ery. The unprecedented sum of $7,002 931 26 was received for the sale of post age stamps for the quarter ending June 30, 1876. Mrs. Custer is left alone In the world having neither father, mother, brother, sif ter nor child, and now no husband. Light for the million. A gas com pany in Detroit proposes to furnish light in that city at tbe rate of 39 'j cents per 1,000 feet, At a recent church festival at Los Angeles, Cal., the ladles sold rum punch under the pious apellation ol "Cold tea." There are 47,000,000 pins made In this country daily, and nobody should complain because a Connecticut dot swallowed 136. The Washington Republican savs It cost $1,000,000 to whip the Seminoles and it will cost $2,000,000 before the present war is ended. In the United States at the present time there are 12S3 Catholic theological students, while all other denominations together have only VA. The cost of liberty. The debts of our various municipalities on the cen tennial anniversary of Independence Day were some $1)00,000,000. Mr. Moody will commence his re vival labors in Boston in January next. Chicago will be bis field of operations ior tne last quarter or ls7t. A new line of steamships Is to be established between New Orleans and Rio Janeiro by a French com pan v. Hard times for new enterprises. Seattle, Washington Territory, has a gambling saloon whose large sign la constructed entirely of silver trade dollars. It contains about 800. Four hundred and thirty prisoners are now confined In the Tennessee Penitentiary at Nashville, while 620 are hired out in various portions of the State. The Surveyor General of Connec ticut has testified that there Is no such thing as even an approximately correct map of the State ou file among the of ficial records. The Colorado mountain region is a busy place for thermometers. In the valleys It sweats clear up to 95 degrees, while on tbe summits it shivers away down towards zero. Colorado starts out on her career as a State with 660 miles of railroad, all of them centering In Denver. Seven years ago not a rail had been put down nor even a survey made. The actual cost or the Bryant Vase was somewhat more than $11,000. The makers. Tiffany A Co. declined to make any extra charges, and accepted cheer fully the $3,000 that had been sub scribed. Capt. Matthew Webb announces that at tbe latter end of August next be will attempt to swim from the west of Scotland to Ireland, under the same conditions as when he crossed the Channel. Peter Keiser is an Illinois man who is disguested with hard money. He carried a silver quarter in his pocket for fifteen years, and on trying to pass it a few days ago found that it was a counterfeit. The city of Cleveland has erected a liberty pole of Bessemer steel, com posed of cylinders, flush-jointed, 110 feet high, with a topm:ut of wood 60 feet further. It is expected to be there July 4, 1976. Colonel R. Barnwell Bhett. jr for a long time editor of the Charleston Mercury and afterward of the Xew Orleans Picayune, has become chief ed itorial writer of the Charleston Journal of Commerce. It costs the inhabitants of Xew York City thirty-six cents a head to ran tbe machine of their local govern ment nearly four times the amount which the-city of London bas to pay for the same service. The body of Asa Crowell, a noted fat man of Paterson, X. J., who died last week, had to be carried to the grave In a wagon, as there was no hearse large enough to hold the coffin. It weighed 400 pound. Hannah Merrill died at Xorth Con -way, Xew Hampshire, recently -a (fed 100 years. She was a singer at the Con gregational Church In that place when funeral services were held in commem oration of the death of Washington, in 1799. The Xew York Central and nudson River railroad comnany are construct ing a third track between Sing Sing and Peeksktll. This will accommodate the prisoners who use trains to escape, and will prevent tbe chance of colli sions. Probably the oldest twins in the country are Messrs. John and Michael Stephens, who live in Plattsville, Wis. They are more than seventy-nine years old, and are so strong and healthy that they will probably live many years longer. A thoughtful and confident Inhabi tant of Jersey City has taken the Fourth of July decorations from his bouse and sealed them up in a packet which is to be opened by his descendants in order that the same decorations may be used by them In 1976. The habits of people are shown by the fact that demand for stamps in small lots is almost twice greater on Mondays and Tuesdays than on any other day. It implies of course, that people write letters Sundays and mail them early in the week. The Union Canal extends from Middletown, on tbe Susquehanna, to Reading, on the Schuylkill, seventy nine miles. It was suggested by Wil liam Penn. in 1690, surveyed by David Rittenhouse, commenced in 1764. fin ished in 1S37, when the first boat passed through it. Mr. J. Howard Jones, of London. an experienced mining engineer, pro nounces the mines in .North Carolina superior to any on the continent. He says that the only trouble is, when tbe people get to the depth of 130 feet they stop. The best mines are around Char lotte and Salisbury. South Carolina has three temper ance colonies. Two of them are In Los Angeles County, and the third In Santa Barbara County. Ihe colonists are thrittv. quiet and enterprising, and the colonies themselves are In a most flour ishing condition, the absence of Intoxi cating liquor attracting a moral and in telligent class or people. The Stevens battery, which was begun in ISM by Robert L. Stevens, who had previously made several plans for huge iron-clad war vessels, and which now lies In an Incomplete condi tion under cover in Hoboken, is to be sold under an act of the Xew Jerser Legislature, to satisfy a suit Instituted by the widow and children of the late Edwin A. Stevens. It is estiraaed that $450,000 would be required to finish the vessel. i ? ! 1 i ?' 1 i IP n: 5 1 ! 4 'is! 'Ik if ! & 1 f i ,'4; 5 r I !- Ui I I-1
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