If , 'i : If f I "'". TEE C0HSTITUTI03r-THE XnSlOJT-Ain) THE EJrORCEilEJT OF TEE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXI. MIFFLINTWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENNA., WEDNESDAY, JULY 11, 1S77. NO. '28. .'fillip iEW !ini iUI viH ti & UdUiWy tLK M til a TO BEEN THKHNG. I've been thinking I've been thinking What a glorious world were this Did folk mmd their buaineaa mora. At d mind their neighbor' Ism! For instance : jou and I. my friend, Are sadly prone to talk Of matters that concern na not. And other' follies mock. I've been thinking, if we begin To mind oar own affaire. That possibly our neighbor might ' Contrive to manage theirs. We've faults enough at home to mend It may be so of others ; It would seem strange if it were not. Since all mankind are brothers. Oh ! would that we had charity For every man and woman ! Forgiveness is the mark of those Who know '-to err la human." Then let ns banish jealousy ; Let's lift our fallen brother ; And, as we journey down Life's road. Do good to one another. My Little School-Girl. The first time I saw her was one Autumn morning as I rode to town in a horse-oar. It was early, and my only fellow-passenger was a crusty old gen tleman, who sat in a corner reading his paper; so when the ear stopped I glanced out to see who came nest, hoj ing it would be a pleasauter person. Xo one appeared for a minute, and the car stood still, while both driver and con ductor looked in the same direction without a sign of impatience. I looked also, but all I could see was a little girl running across the park, as girls of 13 or 13 seldom run nowadays if any one can see them. Are you waiting'for her?" I asked of the pleasant-faced conductor, who stood with his hand on the bell and a good-natured, smile in his eyes. 'Yes, ma'am, we always stop lor lit tle missy," he answered; and just then up she came,' all rosy and breathless with her run. "Thank you very much. I'm late to day, and was afraid I would miss my ar," she said, as he helped her with ac fatherly air that was pleasant to see. Taking a corner seat, she smoothed the curly locks, disturbed by the wind, put on her gloves, and settled her books in her lap, then modestly glanced from the old gentleman in the opposite corner to the lady near by. Such a bright little face as I saw under the brown hat rim, happy blue eyes, dim ples in the ruddy cheeks, and the inno cent expression which makes a young girl so sweet an object to old eyes ! The crusty gentleman evidently agreed with me, for he peejied over the top of the p:ier at his pleasant little neighbor as she sat studying a lesson, and cheering herself with occasional sniffs at a posy of mignonette and sweet peas. When the old gentleman caught my eye. he dived out of sight with a loud "Hem !' but he was peeping again directly, for there was something irre sistibly attractive about the uncon scious lassie opposite; and one could no more help lookingat her that at a lovely flower or a playful kitten. Presently she shut her book with a decided pat, and an air of relief that amused me. She saw the half smile I could not repress, seemed to under stand my sympathy, and said with a laugh, "It was a hard lesson, but I've got it ?" So we began to talk aliout school and essons, and I soon discov ered that tue girl was a clever scholar, whose on y drawback was, as she con fided to me, "a love of fun." We were just getting quite friendly, when several young men got in, one of whom stared at the pretty girl till even she observed it, ami showed that she did by the color that came and went to her checks. It aunoyed me as much as if she had been my own little dating ter, for I like modesty, and have often been troubled by the forward manner of school girls, who seem to enjoy being looked at. So I helped this one out of her trouble-bv making room be tween the old gentleman and myself, motioning her to came and sit there She understood at once, thauked me with a look, and nestled into the safe place so gratefully that the old gentle man glared over his Rectacles to the rude person who had disturbed the se renity of the child. Then we rumbled Ions again, the car getting fuller and fuller as we got down town. Presently an Irishwoman with a baby, got in, and before I could offer her my seat my little school-girl was out of hers, with a polite "riease take it ma'am ; I can stand perfectly well." It was prettily done, and I valued the small courtesy all the more, be cause it evidently cost the bashful creature an effort to stand up in a car full of strangers, especially as she could not reach the strap to steady her self, and found it difficult to stand com fortably. Then it was that the crusty man showed how he appreciated my girl's good manners, for he hooked his cane in tire strap and gave it to her, saying with a smile that lightened up his rough face like sunshine. "Hold on to that, my dear-" "Ah. thought I, ,'how little can we judge from appearances. This grim old soul is a gentleman, after all.,' Turning her fai-e towards us, the girl held on to the stout cane, and swayed easily to and fro as we bumped over the rails. The Irishwoman's baby, a sickly little thing, was attracted by the flowers, and put ont a small hand to touch them, with a wistful look at the bright face almve. "Will baby have some?" said my girl, and made the little creature happy with a gay sweet-pea and some red leaves. , "Bless your heart, honey, it's fond he is of the like o' them, and seldom he gets any," said the mother, gratefully, as she settled baby's hood, and wrapped the old shawl round his feet. Baby stared hard at the giver of the posies, but his honest blue eyes had no offence, and soon the two were soj friendly that baby boldly clutched at the bright buttons on her sack, ' and crowed with delight as he got one, and we all smiled at the plar, and were sorry when the little lady w ith a bow and a smile to us, got out at the church corner. - -- ' "Xow, I shall probably not see the cuiiit again, yet what a pleasant pic ture she leaves in memory, I thought to myself, as I caught a last glimpse of the "brown hat going round the corner. But I did see her again many times, that Winter, for not long after I passed down a certain street near my Winter quarters, I came upon a flock of girl eating their luncheon as they walked to and fro on the sunny side pretty. merry creatures, all laughing and cnattering at once, as they tossed aj- ples from hand to hand, munched candy or compared cookies. I went slowly to enjoy the sight, as I do when I meet a party of sparrows on the common, and was wondering what would lieeome of so many budding women, all of a sudden, I saw my little school-girl Yes, I knew her in a minute, for she wore the same brown hat, and the rosy face was sparkling with fun, as she told secrets with a chosen friend while eating a wholesome slice of bread and butter, as only a hungry school-girl could. She did not recognize me, but I took a good look at her as I went by, longing to know what the particular secret was that ended in such a gale of laughter. After that, I often saw mv girl as I took my walk abroad, and, one day, could not resist speaking to her when I met her alone ; for usually her mates clustered around her like bees about their queen, which pleased me, since it showed how much they loved the sun shine child. I had a paper of grapes iu my hand, and when I saw her coming whisked out a handsome bunch all ready to offer, for I had made up my mind to speak this time. She was reading a pater, but looked up to give me the. inside of the walk. Before her eyes could fall again I held out the grapes and said, just as I had heard her say to a school-mate at luuch time, "Let's go halves." She understood at once, laughed, and took the bunch, saying with twinkling eyes: "Oh, thank you ! they are beautiful." Then, as we went on to the corner together, I told her why I did it. and recalled the carriage. "I'd forgotten all about that, 'but my conductor is very kind and always waits for me, she said, evidently surprised that stranger should take an interest iu h small self. I did not have half time enough with her, for a bell rang and away she skipjx'd, looking back to uod and smile at the queer lady who had taken a fancy to her. A few davs after and a fine nosegay of flowers was left at the door for me, and when I asked the servant who sent them he answered "A little girl aked if a lame lady didn't live here, and when I said yes, she told me to give you these, and said 'The grapes were very nice.' " I knew at once who it was, and en joyed the funny message immensely, for when one leads a quiet life little things interest and amuse. Christmas was close by, anil I planned a return of the flowers of a sort that I fancied that my voting friend would appreciate. I knew that Christmas week would be a holiday' so theday be fore it ttcgan I went to the school just before recess and left a frosted plummy cake, directed to "Miss Goldlocks from she knows who." At first, I did not know how to ad dress my nice, white parcel, fori never had heard the child's name. But after thinking over the matter I remem bered that she was the only girl there with vellow curls hanging down Her back, so I decided to risk the case with the above direction. The maid who took it in for the girl went to a private school smiled and said at once she knew whom I meant. I left my cake, and strolled around the corner to the house of a friend, there to wait and watch for the success of my joke,' for the eirls alwavs went that wav at re cess. Presently the little hats began to go tabbing by, the silent streets to echo with laiishter. and the sidewalk to bloom with gay gowns, for the girls were all out in Winter colors now. From behind a curtain I peeped at them and saw, with great satisfaction, that nearly all had bits of my cake in their hands, and were talking it over with most flattering interest. My particu lar little girl, with a friend on each arm, 'passed so near me that I could see the happy look in her eyes, and hear her say, with a toss of the bright hair: "Mother will plan it for me, and I can get it done by Xew Year. Won't it be fun to hang it on the door some day and run ?7 . I fancied that she meant to make something for me, and waited with patience, wondering how this odd frolic with uiy school-girl would end. Xew-Years day came and passed, but no gift hung on my door; so I made up my mind it was all a mistake, and being pretty busy about that time, thought no more of the matter, until some weeks later, as I came into town one day after a visit in the country. I am fond of observing faces and seldom forget one if anything has particularly attracted my attention to it. So this morning as I rode along, I looked at the conductor, as there was no one else to observe, and he had a pleasant sort of a face. Somehow it looked familiar, and after thinking abmt it idly for a minute, I remembered where 1 had seen it before. : '. lie was the man who waited for "lit tle missy," and I at once began to hope that she would come again, for I wanted to ask about the holidays, re membering how "fond of fun" .she was. -.- ; ; When we came to the South-end square, where I met her first, I looked out.'expecting to see the little figure running down the wide path again, and quite willing to wait for it a long time If necessary. Butnoonewasjo be seen but two boy, and s dog.-. The car did not stop, aud though the con ductor looked out that way, his hand was not on the t rap, and no smile on his face. "Don't you wait for that little girl now?" I asked, feeling disappointed at not seeing my little friend again. "I wish I could, ma'am," answered the man, understanding at once though of course, he did not remember me. "Xew rules, perhaps," I added, as he did not exphiiu, but stood fingering his punch, and never minding au old lady wildly waving her bag at him from the sidewalk. "Xo, ma'am ; but its no use waiting for little missy any more, because" here he leaned in, and said very low "she is dead ;' then turned sharply round, rung the bell, put the old lady in, and shut the door. How grieved I was to have that pleasant friendship end so sadly, for I had planned many pleasant surprise for my little girl, and now I could do no more, could never know all about her, never see the sunny face again, or win another word from lips that seemed made for smiling. Only a little school girl, yet how many friends she seemed to have, mak ing them unconsciously happy by her gentle manners, generous actions and innocent light-heartedness. I could not bear to think what home must be without her, for I am sure I was right in believing her a good, sweet child, because real character shows itself iu little things, and the heart that keeps in time makes its music heard every where. The busy man of the horse car found time to miss her, the schoomates evi dently mourned their queen, for when I met them walked quietly, talked low, and several wore black bows ujion the sleeve; while I, although I never knew her name, or learned a single fact about her, felt the sweetness of her happy nature, and have not yet forgotten my little school girl. Mitt Alcott. Moslem Marriages. Brokers generally arrange the mar riages, though there are some love in itches In which the parties become attached to each other without the in tervention of a third party. When a man has reached the marrying age, he is expected to enter the matrimonial ranks, unless prevented by poverty or some other impediment, and it is con sidered improper, and even dishonor able, for him to refraiu from so doing. If a marriageable youth has a mother, site describes him to the girls of her ac quaintances, and enables hi in to decide whom to take to his house aud home. Frequently he engages the services of woun.n marriage-broker, who has ac cess to harems where there are mar ilageable women, and is employed by them quite as often as by the men. She receives fees from one party and fre quently from both. In her visits to the harem she is accompanied by the mother or other feminine relatives of the young man; she introduces them as ordinary visitors, but gives a slight hint as to the object of their call. If they do not like the appearance of the maiden, they plead many calls to make, and cut short their stay ; but, if satisfied, they come to business at once, and ask how much property, personal and otherwise, the young lady possesses. When those facts are ascertained, they depart with the intimation that they may call again If the young man is satisfied with the report of the broker, he sends her again to the harem to state his own prospects in life, and if she reports favorable to bis suit, the match is made. Every thing is arranged by deputy, and the Mohammedan lover does not see the face of his mistress until she is his wife. A Strange Bird Story. L. Page and son, cutting wood near San Jose, noticed for several days that a number of birds remained constantly npon a tree near to them, some going and coming from time to time. Upon cutting down the tree they discovered a limb with a hollow cavity some two feet in length aud three or four inches in diameter, in wbicn were two full- grown birds of some goodly-sized species. 1 here was a small aparture through which the birds were supplied with food from their mates. The limb was cat and the birds liberated. They were neither of them able to fly, having evidently never been out of their im prisonment. How tliej came inside is a question. It is probable that the mother bird was small, and though able to make her nest in the hollow of the tree and rear her yonng, could not extricate them, and they did not gain strength enough to help themselves until the hollow had bo closed that escape was impossible, those who examined the birds think they are about two years old. Tbey bad been fed from their birth by their bird-fellows through the aperture in tbe limb of the tree. A nobler instance of devo tion even the human family never ex hibited. Saa Jute Mercury. : Stomped. The vicar and church-wardens of an English church objected to having in their churchyard the tombstone of a professional cricketer, on which are sculptured stumps, balls, and bat. In Scotland, however, it is not unusual to cut upon tbe tombstone the symbols of the trade followed by the deceased. Thus at Dunblane about one-quarter of the tombstones that are from one to two hundred years old are marked with such symbols. A sugar-cone shows the grave of a grocer; an axe and saw the grave of a carpenter; while a hammer and awl are found on tbe tombstones of shoemakers; while at Burny Church, Nottinghamshire, the monument which was erected about the middle of the last century to Sir Thomas Parkyns, who was famed as a wrestler, represents him in the cap and dress of a wrestler, wrestling with Death. At Brompton Cemetery, the monument of a well known Thames waterman exhibits his wherry and sculls. A BLACK mailer A colored post- master. TUa Misery of Street Music. Street orgaus, hurdy-gurdies, brass bands, accordeous, penny whistles, and so forth probably afford to some persons a large amount of gratification by the sounds which they evolve. At least w may venture to conclude as much from the numbers of these instruments Of torture that are found perambulatiu our thoroughfares. We doubtless all remember the lines describing the effects of street music, and beginning : An Orphan! an Ori.b-u ! h. work, on th crowd; Up tway tht-m with harmony merry sad load lie Bl la all thru- heart wit h hi pwrr to thr brim ! Was there aught over heard like hi Addle and him t The piece ends with the touching de scription of how to the cars of the patient drudge of a servant a paradise seemed opened, aud her heart and mem ory were carried far away to her home iu the country. Reflections upon the enjoyment which some people are re ceiving from the hearing of street music may make very charitably disposed jier sous inclined to suffer a little for the sake of others. But there are limits to human endurance; and when, in "quiet" street, two orgaus anil a brass hand are pouring out their dissonant notes at one and the same moment, it is possible that the patriarch Job might have found that there were things which even he could not stand had he been a dweller in one of the houses. The sufferingsof in valids are increased by the music performed iu the streets to a degree that none but doctors aud nurses can fully appreciate. Braiu workers, who cannot take up an inter rupted sentence as a seamstress can resume a half-finished piece of work are distracted by the din. We remein ber the misery caused in one invalid's room by an organ which rejieatcd "Home, sweet home seveuteen tunes before the person who had been en couraging the musician had enough; aud the fruitless efforts to follow out a special line of thought while the "Marseillaise" resounded first in front, then at the side, aud then at the back of the house. Street musicians when warned off, even if they go to the distance prescritad by the police, have still an infinite power of annoyance, and exercise it too when they have a revenge to inflict on those who have sent them away. "Practically," as the Lancet says, "the suffering ratepayer is helpless against the imputed foreigners who pcretrate the outrage, and who are notoriously to a very large extent supHrted by persons not contributing to the rates, whose occupations arc entirely of a manual character, ami who are not therefore disturlted by sounds which defraud the thinker of a I.ortlon or ,ns """S time, and are siuiniy iiesiriicuve to me nervous invalid." A paragraph in our paper of May 12 has already informed our readers that a society has leen formed which seeks for the regulation of street music its abolition being impracticable. Mem- Iiers of the various professions arc enrolling themselves with the object of pressing for legislation on the subject. Of what use is it to pave our through fares with wood, u ith asphalte and with our noise-hindering materials, if day and night are to lie rendered hideous by the sounds of street music? We hoe that something may be soon done toward the effectual mitigation of this evil. Lvti'luH (futtn. The Border-Land of History. There was once a sceptical Inca of Peru who permitted himself to dissent from the faith that former Incas had received without questioning or doubt. His iMjint of difficulty was the doctrine of the omnipotence of his national sun god. It was beyond his comprehension to understood why the deity, if his will were irresistible, should patiently en dure the toil and trouble of erpctual locomotion. Modern mythologists, how ever, impute to the sun functions that were never expected of him before. The story of his brief life, and of his weary pilgrimage from the east to the west till he sinks down, tired, to die, is made to supply the place of history, and to cheat us of much that our childhood had been taught to believe as truth. Xow, traditions, however venerable, find no safeguard in their age and re spectability ; while personages whom our foolish fancy once invested with substance and form are improved away in an an equally summary manner. The comparative mythologist is, indeed, no respecter of persons. When the priming-knife is applied to such airy nothings as the members of the Pan theon of Greek or Roman Paganism, we are obliged, however reluctantly, to acquiesce though we cannot help con fessing a secret sympathy with the am bitions and the disappointments, with the rivalries and the partialities, and, above all, with the frail humanity of these august beings so much so that sometimes, carried away by poetic license, we are even inclined to condone the half-veiled improprieties of Olym pian Jove. But when we have yielded so far, we think we have done enough. When the spoiler comes nearer home; when he asks us to give up such familiar favorites as Robin Rood or William Tell ; to believe that the fair Rosamond and her lover, just as much as Cupid and Psyche, Theseus and Ariadne, are Only beautiful expressions 4aud different phases of the evervarying phenomena of nature we are inclined to rebel at being deprived of characters whom we imagined really lived and loved and died not so very long ago, and to fear that at last we shall be ret ui red to dis own the existence in the flesh of our own ancestors and progenitors. If Poetry in some cases throws too ample a fancy round the songs and fables of the past, there are some tradi tions so universally accepted that we cannot reject them if we would. For instance, a large part of the human race cling obstinately and tenaciously to a common idea on the origin of Mankind. We have everywhere the same story, made np of the same component parts, varying only In some particulars. In the tales of the Xorse, and on the sculp tured stones of India and Java, there i the same tree and the same serpent, the same destructive deluge and the same saving ark, though the latter does not always preserve the same form aud con struction being, according to the Jew or the Christian, made with all the science of the carpenter's art, while the simple aud poetic Buddhist sees his first parents disembarking from the opening petals of his sacred lotus. On the othe hand some traditions of the early his tory of countries are fanciful enough The Montenegrin accounts for the name and character of his rocky fatherland by the following legend : After the Creation, so the story goes, when the great Architect was embellishing and putting the finishing touches to His work, he hovered over the universe with a supply of mountains iu a sack dropping one here and there, accordin to the exigencies of each country he passed. When it came to the turn of Montenegro, He was ataut to treat the principality likewise, intending charming little mountain for her, when unfortunately, the sack burst, and its whole contents fell liellmell on the wretched Ccrnagora, and lay there i an inextricable confusion. As if the origin of Man were not wonderful enough, the traditions of hi migrations are more wonderful still The Poles of Posen still preserve on the facade of their old Rathhaus the effigies of the three migratory brethren, the ancestors of the Slavonic race, and the Hiradchiu (the colossal palace at Prague) commemorates by its name the white citadel to which the eagle of th fable conducted Tchekh from his Iiauu- bian home. It is one thing, however. to be a credulous lover of myth, and another thing to make all early history the humble servant of an inexorable theory. Because the son of Thetis fell in the western gate of Troy, and the sun also disapiiears beneath the western horizon, according to these theorists no further proof is necessary in onler to connect the one with the other, and iu the same way the early struggles of every people are made nothing else but various editions of the eternal story of the conflict between light and darkness between the the dawn and the night If. then, we must relegate to the land of painted dreams man of those ami able beings we fain would have known there are others whom Art has rescued from decav. The monuments of the past corroborate the history of nations "On ne quitte jamais les liomains," a: Montesquieu said; and to-day, in their ancient capital, the ruins they have left teal us easily awav from the newer pomp of the modern city. Remains such as these are very precious to the true lover of history. Without them we might perhaies live to see realized the mournful prediction of Childe Harold. that an ag which had doubted Trov might ont; day doubt of Rome. Ilia Iilt-a of Millie. Mary wishes me to tell her if I like music, and what I know about it. Of course 1 like music. I supposed that everything that had ears, except a cornfield, likes music. I like it, even tnougti it is not very good. 1 am par- icuhr about butter, and prefer the best there is, but I can put up with an In ferior quality of music. I can lean against a post aud listen toa hand organ grind out a lew tunes, and occasionally help encourage the artist by giving the monkey a penny. I can follow a band round town and listens to its music, and wish all the time that my ears were as large as the Bibles that fond parents give their children for wtdjiug pres ents. I can swallow a concert, digest an opera, and bolt a good choir; but I am free to confers that when I put my time against congregational singing in hurch that I always fear that my frame will go to pieces before the services are over. With all due respect and with no irreverent feeling, I must say that my fountain of pity just boils over on Sunday, wbeu I think of what the Lord has to endure. The human mind can scarcely grasp the subject, but let us try to get a vague idea of what it must be to lUten to all the dull sermons, and second hand prayers, aud broken winded, used-up congregational sing- ng that must be listened to on on Sun day, and tJien multiply that by fifty-two. and see where you and I, my friend, would be at the end of one year. It gives us about the best idea of the diff erence between the finite and infinite power of endurance of anything that I now of. What I know about music would not fill a two gallon jug. Music I consider to be the science of tongues and sounds. It dates clear back to the creation. In strumental music goes back to the fourth chapter of Gensis, where we learn that Jubal was the father of harps and organs. Some of his descendants are now going around concerting. nder the name of Jubal-ee singers, and they have sung so much that they have turned blnck In the face. l-unlaldn Children. Anna C. Brackett, iu the American Journal of Education, calls the atten tion of teachers to the liability of chil- ren to oe punisned or corrected with out their clearly knowing why. "They may tnus ihtIimiis understand. she adds, "what often seems to them so in comprehensible why a chiltl who has neeu reoiiKfu ior some insorilerlv con- uct repeats the offense almost imme diately, giving the impression of will ful aud malicious wroug-tloing. The same mistake is frequently made iu recitations, a pupil s answer is pro- nouncen wronj. ami the n lies; ion passed to another, when he does not now what his error is, and often fan- ies that it lies in quite a different di rectum from that iu which it reallv es. One of the most successful teach ers we know is almost invariably in the habit, after having passed a question and received a correct answer, of ask ing the pupil who has. failed: "Wire did I pass that question " few trials of this simple interrogation will soon, we think, convince any teacher of the irntn oi wnat we say. ine most as tonishing misunderstandings are thus continually brought to light, aud we become convinced of how double-edged a thing is this language which we use so thoughtlesslr and freelv." MaID of money A young heiress. Marvels of Man. While the gastric juice has a mild, bland, sweetish taste, it possesses the power of dissolving the hardest food that can be swallowed; it has no influ ence whatever on the soft and delicate fibres of the living stomach, nor upon the living hands, but at the moment of death, it begins to eat theiu away with the power of the strongest acids. There is dust on sea, on land; in the valley, and on the mountain top; there is dust always ami everywhere; the at mosphere is full of it ; it penetrates the noisome dungeon, ami visits, the deepest, darkest caves of the earth; no palace door can shut it out, no drawer so secret as to escape its pres ence ; every breath of wind dashes it upon the open eye, and yet that eye is not blinded, because there is a fountain of the blandest fluid iu. nature inces santly emptying itself under the eyelid, which spreads it over the surface of the ball at every winking, and washes every atom of dust away. But this liquid, so mild, and so well adapted to the eye it self, has some acidly, which under cer tain circumstances, becomes so ib'cided as to become scalding to the skin, ami would rot away eyelids were it not that along the edges of them there are little oil manufactories, which spread over their surface a coating, as impervious to the liquids necessary for keeping the eyeball washed clean as the best varuish is impervious to water. The breath which leaves the lungs has been so perfectly divested of Its life giving properties that to rebreathe it, unmixed with other air, the moment it escapes from the mouth, would cause in-mediate death by suffocation; while if it hovered about us, a more or less destructive influence over lite and health would be occasioned; but it is made of a nature so much lighter thau thect'iumoii air that the instant it es capes the lips aud nostrils it ascends to the higher regions, above the breath ing point there to be rectified, reno vated, and sent back again, replete with purity aud life. How rapidly it ascends is beautifully exhibited every frosty morning. But foul and deadly as the expired air is, nature, wisely economi cal in all her works aud ways, turns it to good account in its outward passage through the organ of voice, and makes of it the whispers of love, the soft words of affection, the tender tones of human sympathy, the sweetest strains of rav- shing music, the persuasive eloquence of the finished orator. If a well made man be extended on he ground, his arms at right an-rles with the body, a circle, making the navel its centre, will just take in the head, the finger ends, and feet. The distance from top to toe is precisely the same as that between the tips of the fingers when the arirs are extended. The length of the body is just six times that of the foot ; while the distance from the edge of the hair oil the forehead to the end of the chin, is one-tenth of the length of the a hole statue. Of the sixty-two brimarv elements known in nature, only eighteen are found in the human hodv, ami of these seven are metallic. Iron is found in blood, phosphorus in the brain, lime- tone in the bile, lime in the bone, and list ami ashes in all ! Xot only these eighteen human elements, but the whole sixty-two, of w hich the universe is made, have their essential basis in the four sutwtanees, oxygen, hydrogen. itrogen and carbon, representing the more familiar names of fire, water salt peter und charcoal ; ami such is man, he lord of the earth ' a spark of fire, a lrop of water, a grain of gnnHwde, an atom of charcoal : Hull' .lunnial of Health. On Color. As to the color of this room, and the color of the rooms and decorations gen erally, I find myself utterly at fault. I could tell you the color I like myself; I could perhaps, even go further, and say, with little fear of contradiction, that green and crimson and gold form a beautiful form of color, or that black and amber or that bine and grayish green go well together, aud still I hould tell you nothing, or U least nothing worth the telling. For the fact is that every really fine combina tion of color is dependent upon subtle gradations of tint and arrangement, which can only be felt, not expressed In words, and the only way I have ever liscovercd of gaining a notion of good color is to seek it In lands where it is nderstood. It will perhaps seem a strange thing to many of my readers that 1 should talk about color being un derstood, as if it were some branch of knowledge, and they would perhaps ans wer me with, "Have we not good artists, as good as any in the world at present? Aud can they not tell us all aliout color, and show us how to man age It!" Well, tills is exactly what icy can't do. it is with colorasit iswith auyotherform of art that it can only be produced by people who delight in it. Xow, for some years we have taken most of our combinations of color from Frauce, aud slavishly followed whatever was the prevailing fashion there, and the result has been that the majority of dresses and fahious have been made in neutral hues, and people have cried out "what an improvement ! Xo more nasty emerald-green or sky -bine, but soft shades of gray and brown and doll green." But as a matter of fact, we are really further off good color than we were before, and we shall have to retrace our steps before there is a chance of our obtaining it. Formerly, England had, at all events, firmly grasped one lea about colors, aud that was that bright colors were the prettiest, and best, somehow, and so it tried to have many of these as possible. After all, u the main, this was a true idea the error was only in tho deduction made from it. Bright, pure colors are the best, really, and all real magnificence hue must be baed npon them. I could show, had I time, that the French have really no Idea of the true beauty color; what tbey understand is the relative arrangement of tint, and all j that can be done by such arrangement their exquisite taste enables them to do easily. But a taste for fine color could not spring from a people as light and artificial as are the French at heart, aud consequently, In spite of their many re nowned artists, they have produced hardly one colorist. Color, iu its ut most height, can only spring from the deepest feeling, and it can be general in no nation till it has entered iiito the hearts of its people, and they have "basked in it, as if it were sunshine ; danced in delight of it, quarreled for it, fought for it, served for it done, in fact, precisely the opposite of what we want to do with it made it to keep and not to sell." But it is possible to learn to know good color when you see it, though scarcely in England, for here there are few days in the year when we really see the sun as, the Italians, for instance, see it. Xever, until I saw dark cypress against an Italian sky, did I gain an idea of the exquisite harmony of green and blue, nor did I know what crimson and gold really were until I saw them blazing under an Italian sun in the bazaars of Bombay. Before then I had never understood in the least the difference between French preltiuess of color and real nobility, and I think unless each of my readers has passed through one such experience he will hardly understand what I mean. To see good color in dress, as I understand it, you must go at least as far as Italy, and look not at the imported French robes which you will see trailing by the Arno's side, or loitering in the Corso, but at the scarf of the Venetian gondo lier, and the handkerchief on the conta- dina's head. And if you turn your eyes from those to the mountain sides, dark with cypress or hoary with olive, to the white houses amid the orange groves and the blue sky, you will un der? tan J how, in such a country, the love ol color springs up In the hearts of the people, by daily, hourly association, till It becomes part of their lives. And so, after til, I can teil no more about color than to show the conditions under which alone we can hope to obtain it, and these are constant sight and fervent love. How, then, in this gray England of ours, can we hope to reproduce the hue of an Italian summer r But it will be no mean victory if we can bring home to ourselves this truth that far beyond all neutral shades of gray aud brown aud green, beyond all beautiful things in this world, rises superemi nently the beauty of true color; and if this truth once gladdens our hearts, once makes us rejoice in the emerald fields and the sunset sky, we may be very sure that whatever color we spread ujon our floor, or paint our walls with, will be riht, for it will spring, not from the elaborateness of men's rules, but from the beauty of God's creation- The Rumbus Of Snake Charming. These professional snake-catchers are many of them, in addition to their reg ular vocation, most expert jugglers, and exceedingly adroit at all kiuds of sleight-of-hand tricks. It is their con stant practice to "turn down" a few tame suakes in a garden hedge, or somewhere close in the vicinity of a house they intend to pay a visit to, where they present themselves before the sahib, the owner of the premises and then, with every appearance of good faith the rascals request permis sion to be allowed to clear the place of enakes: at the same time stimulating fo ra reward, perhaps one rupees a head tor every snake they succeed in catch ing. If the gentleman of the house snoum iiapneu to te a new comer. likely enough he will promise these crafty rogues so much for each snake they succeed in catching. Soon, to his horror and amazement, hideous ser pents of various dimensions are uro- durod, one from the straw in an empty stall in the stable, another from the garden hedge, and so on; till at last. perhaps, the Irand is carried too far and discovered. Dr. Fayres states that certain de scriptions of serpents chiefly of tbe genus aou most undoubtedly are sus ceptible to, and in a manner become factinated on bearing musical sounds. I have constantly seen," he says, tame snakes in the possession of snnke catchers, on hearing the sound of a pipe, erect themselves and sway their heads from aide to side, and beyond a doubt show pleasure at the strain; but I have never once seen a wild snake go through the same performance; and I believe that only tame reptile carried about in baskets, and 'broken in' for such an exhibition so conduct them selves. I have repeatedly offered snake charmers five rupees to bring out from its sanctuary, by means of music, a cobra known by me to be 'at home,' but invariably their eSTorts have been in vain." The Large Book in the World. The Trustees of the British Museum are in treaty for the purchase of the copy of the largest liook ill the world. Toward the close of the seventeenth century the reigning Enieror of China appointed an Imperial Commission to reprint in one vast collection all native w orks of interest and iuqiortaiice in every branch of literature. In the le ginning of the following century the Commissioners completed their labors, and w ere able to lay before the Empe ror a very palpable proof of their dili gence in the sliaeof a compilation con sisting of U.llHi volumes, entitled "Kin ting koo kin too shoo tselh ching," or "An Illustrated Imperial Collection of Ancient and Modern Literature." Only a small edition was printed oft' in the first instance, and before long the greater part of the mpjer types w hich hatl been cast for the undertak ing were purloined by untrustworthy officials, ami the remainder were melteil down and coined into cash. Accidents by fire ami by violence have considera bly reduced "the number of copies' of the imperial edition originally printed, ami it is lielieved that only a compara tively few now remain extant. The Trustees of the British Museum having liecouie aware that one such copy has lately been offered for sale at i'ekin. have entered into negotiations for its purchase, and it is mticli to he hoped that they may succeed in adding this rare and Interesting collection to the national library. Lomlvn Athtaun. A dad ball the moon. CirrasianK in Turkey. The Circassians in European Turkey are now estimated at 200,000, and they are the terror of their neighbors, whether Turks or Christians. Their depredations go on unchecked, through rear of reprisals. Their interest at high quarters, through the introduction of their beautiful girls to the principal harems atConstantinople and elsewhere, is so great that it is found difficult t- get convictions against them. They well know their own power, and unles stringent measures are taken to stOi further immigration, aud to enforce the law strictly over those who are colo nized, they will prove a thorn in the side of Tnrkey for many a year to coair, and a great bar to progress. A Orcad ian village impressed me w ith the fai t that I had been among a set of men with remarkable force of character, but whether they possess l sufficient amour: t of self-control to enable them to become, as a nation, civilized members of society, is a doubtful question. One day the chief of a village who had been absent during my visit returned my call. He was a dark man, of middle height. dressed In the usual long, dark cloth frock coat, with trousers and Ion:; boots. The tops embroidered with silver. He wore a fez for a cap, and I noticed that his feet and hands were re markably small. His weapons consisted of a pair of beautiful silver mounted dint and steel pistols, and a silver hiked dagger. He was a cheery, independent character, with a sufficient amount of dignity, aud he made hioi-elf quite at home. His sharp and somewhat fierce eyes ranged quickiy over every thir g that was in the room, and there was an expression in them that bespoke but little respect for meuia and tuum. Hr was, in fact, the very picture of a rol ber chief. He was a man of great Influ ence among his race, and from him I learned that the Circassians in Turkey have an organization by which they can assemble a number of armed borsemeu on any point in an Incredibly short space of time, and that by giving the signal he could in two days have 1,000 at his own village. It so happened that at this very period a dispute was going on between the Turkish authorities and his own village with regard to the slavn question. A body of zaptiehs (native mounted police) had been sent to the village to enforce justice, upon which two of them were seized by the Circass ians, tied up and dogged, aud sent back to their government employers, with the message that a worse fate would await any more of these troublesome officials who should think of intruding theirofficiou persons within the sacred precints of the village. This was rather too strong a dose of rebellion for the Turkish governing pasha, so a body of 250 Turkish cavalry were sent to the village to enforce order and the law ; but the Circassians knew well that they were coming, and the Turks, on their arrival, found one thousand Cir cassian irregular cavalry ranged up be fore the village. It would evidently be a serious affair, and might cause trouble, so the Turkish force retired for "orders." The Circassians, reinforced moved their ground to a strong posi tion, and a powerful force of Turkish troops, consisting of three arms, were sent against them. The Turkish com mander was loath to light not for want of courage far from it but who knows what influence some cf these Circassians had at court? He therefore tried con ciliation and summoned them to sur render, otherwise he would be under the painful necessity of ordering a charge. There was nothing the Circas sians would like better, so they begged the Turks to "come on" and try it. There was no help for it, so the order was given to advance, aud 40 Turks were immediately placed hurt da combat, by a volley from the Circassians. Another parley now ensued, and nego tiations were prolonged nntil tbe Cir cassians were allowed to disperse, ami the affair was to be settled at Constan tinople, but I afterward heard that the whole business had been hushed up. I endeavored to be present at this Meier, but there was so much difficulty and mystery in gaining information from either side as to time aud locality that It was over on my arriv il. The numbers concerned were probably much exag gerated, as they always are In Turkey. Indian Reverence for a Meteoric Stone. Some few mouths ago a paragraph appeared in these columns containing a a short description of an aerolite which was then and is still in the possession of the Rev. Dr. Wood of this city. Lit tle was known at the time about the history of this curiosity further than that it had been from time immemorial In the possession of the Indians fre quenting the Saskatchewan Valley. It is doubtful whether it will ever be known the exact time this mysterious visitor reached the earth, as the event is too long past to be preserved in the memory of any one now living. The following particulars, however, takcu from a letter addressed by the Rev. John MacLeod, of Morlcyville, to tho Rev. Dr. Woods can be relied on ; "As to the meteoric stone, I have not met with any one who saw it fall, and my impression is that this occurred pre vious to the memory of those now liv ing. The locality in which it was found and from whence it waa taken is about one hundred and thirty miles southeast of Victoria, Saskatchewan, and near Battle River. The native Indians looked upon the Pe-wah-bish, or iron as thy termed it, aa something supernatural, and as such reverenced it. Parents made offerings at its shrine for the life and prosperity of their little ones; travellers for the success of their journey: war parties to ensure (If pos sible) victory over their enemies and to aid iu stealing horses. They also laid their tobacco and other stuff upon its altar. Great attractive power was at tributed to it for the bringing of tbe buffalo and the animals t- its vicinity; and as an evidence of this the more superstitious now say that on account of its removal the buffalo bave entirely left that part of the country."
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