eiilife B. F. SOHWEIER. - THE OONSTITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OP THE LAWS. Editor amd Proprietor. 5 VOL. XLVII. MIFFLINTOWIN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY.' SEPTEMBER 13. 1893. NO. 39. r Iff. DR. TALMAGf XIic Brooklyn Divine's Sunday Sermon. Subject: "A IJotUe of Tear." trr : "-"''' "" my tear into Cty bat- t"rsal'-rJ lvi., S. Hirdly ik mall has ronw to me for twenty arsl'lint has not contained letters saying st tr y s -rrr.ons have comforted the writers v!,, 1,-rtors. I have not this summer nor , ' tw,.r,tT years spoken on tho platform of lov outdoor meeting but coming down I taVeb.-n loH by hundreds of peopto the Jure thing. So I think I will keep an trying m h a n of consolation." Th- pruv. r of my text was preated oat of parid so'ul by innumerable caJUunitlea, bat to u-t as appropriate for the dletmraed of ail ail's. Within the past century t-r-vr-elers and ant'lru.irinns haw explored the ntins of manv of the an-ie-it cities, and from the vary heart of thou- bnried splendors of other days baVo t-een brought up evidences ot crastoins that long ago vanished from the world. From union.; t vnlfl of tfi.x ntftw nave bean hrouirht up lrvhrvraatorie. or lachrymals, -rtioH are vi.-i's -n.ido of earthenware. It was the .u-:""! tor 'h" ancients to catch the t.-'ars that th-v w ' over their dead In a bot tie and to pl.i.-e ti -it hottli; lnthe craves of -V ,t. ---,r-. 1. I'-n I "'' have many specimens of theasfi -nt la-'iiry'iuttorie, ortear bottles, In our :i.i:-u-"is. Whn on the w iv from tho Holy Land onr ship touched at lyprus. we went back into th hills of that isiand and bought t-ar bot tles which the native ha 1 ! u- out of the ruins of the old city. There is nothing more suir-fitive to ce than the tear bottlee which 1 brought home and put among my curiosi ties That was th kind of bottle thut my text a'.ltil'T to ''n IHvi.l cries, 'Tut thou my tear into thy bottle." The text infimates that God has an Inti mate a-iiuainran.v and perpetual remem brance ol all our griefs, and a vial, or lachry matory, or bottle, in which He catches and saves our tears, an 1 I bring to you the con dolence of this Christian sentiment. Why talk about grief? Alas, the world has Its pane's, and now. while I speak, there are thick 'darknesses of soul that need to be llltcl. Thre are many who are alxrot to break niulerthe assault of temptation, and per-ham, if no words appropriate to their case be uttered, they perisn. I eomo on no fool's ernnL l'ut upon your wounds no ulve wnipoiinded by huii'an quackery ; but, pr'sam straight to tlie mark, i hail yuu us a r's"'l mi d-ea . ri '-s to a passing craft, ( 'Ship a':'-y. an 1 invite you on board a v.-ss-l "';i--h l'u faith for a rudder, Rni pr.iy.r f r sul". a:-. 1 t'hrist for captain, und Lav'-n f r an t.-r:ial harbor. Cath'T.:: Kaenoei.it. a Truman, kc-ps a boat rl:h ! r-'suea tiio drowniu. n--n a r-n --oi.'-i n th" oat, nn 1 oth r p.oj,: :,- t!o-:r b !s to r s:. sht? jnus out in a. r lo it for the r 'liof of the distr.L' I, and hun!r''s of the drowning has silo brou.-ht s-i e;y to th- l.eaon. In this iife'ooat of ti.e (M-poi I put out to-day, hoping, ly God's heip. to linuif ashore at least one soul that may now t sinkinsr in the billows of temptation and trouble. The tears that were nee cnnirht in tho lachrymatories brought op from H'-rcuIsneum and Pompeii aro ail ccae, and the bottle is as dry as thesooria of the v li.-ano th.at yubntiTLred them, but not s) with the buttle in which God Kathers nil our J tears. First. I remark that God keeps perpetually the tei's of r-pontance. Many a man has awak'-n-d ia tne mornini; so wretched from anurht's dliaueh that he has sobbei and wpt. l'ains in the head, aching in theey-s, ws at heart au 1 unfit to step into the liuiit. HeCTi-ves. not about hismis loinir, but only iLout its e se,paeuees. God makes no ree 3rd of ftii.'h wpiui?. Of allthe million tears :hat have pushed as the result of suen in.s jeaeanor. not one ever got into God's bot tle. Tiiey -iried on the fevered cheok or were daMici dovn l y the blo.ited band or fell into the r ;d wine cup as it came aain to the hps, foaming with still worse intoxica tion. iiut wh--n a man is torry for his past aa 1 tris to do ;tt-r when iio uH'Urns ins wasted aiivanta-s unl bemoans his rejiMsllon of God's u:i-r'-y, and erieit amid the lu ;eratioi.s of an arou.- i eonsoi,iiee for help out of his terrible pr--'!i-.:im,.ut. tb.en God listen ; theu heaven bow down ; tlo-n scepters of pardon are fXtea.lM.i rro:n tue tnrnie ; th--n a.sery ifl' r-n.l r i- heart of heavenly eo i:pa-ion , theni::? ! a:- arei'au,-!it i:i Go I's U.Kt.. Oh. '.v., n I sen the heavenly Sueph- rd iriiu'iai.' a .a'a! irom the wd li'rii' s : v:i :i I h'-.tr ti." q.:i tread of trie pro lii;:i! Ii teti.iu ho:a to :l:id h s father : waen i s i Saiior; "- in on t wharf ::u 1 hurr;. ti attay M his moth-r's pardon lor i-r..; n-u"i-et a:i.! unkinliess ; wli'ii I see tho hoUe- '"mnir to God Wit shelter, an 1 t- wm. dn-1. an i tho vile, and the B'.n burn.-d, and the a.-.,i!i blasted appealing lor mercy to a L'on.pa'-iorinfe Go.l, 1 xelaun in oe-t and triampi! : "M iro tear ior God's bottle '. ' Attain. G. -.1 keeps a ten ler re:nemt r.ui?r. of all yeur !!, n -e-s. 11w tunny of you ar thoreachiy s. am i in body? N.t cue out of ten! 1 ilo not ex.ii'xerate. Tiievat rnajcrliy of tne r.i '-- r.r- eoUKtaut sal'Jects ot ailments. Th-r" .f ..j:t:e one fitrni o' d'sease tnat jca ariir;i ;; ,.i-lvmiioe,-t to. Ion luvca WiK side jt i.r are a'-jeet to hea.iaciies or (untn-iw-s or iunu's easily distr.nied. It Would nut lake a verv utronii blow to sa:v- r the col i.-n .--v: of 1 i'e or I rca'x tin pit'uer at tin-:nii'.t;, n. .Many of you have kept on In life tt;r ,.i-ii r force of will. You ta.ii!; ii. i ..ue can understand your dbtr.ses. IVrhap, uj look stroiiir, and it is supposed ttiat yei ;:r-' a iivpoerondriac xney say y .a a'r.- m. "n if that were nothing! lb I tu.ve . . r y upou any man or woman th-.t ;s n- rvu'is ! At ti:i..- yuu sit a!oe.o in your room. Vri-n l-oo n t coin". Vou feel nn inde b'Tiin le i,,:,iiriess in your suiT Tint's, but I iod k i . . j ; God f-e!s;God com passion al, s. !! ,.. unis tho sleepless ni.n! s. lie r'Vnr! the aeuteness Oi the p.un. He ei-ti-ieit. t t ie hardness of the breathing. Wbile you pour out tho medicine from tha biit.ean 1 e.. ;;it out the drops, God counts nil jot;r tni:.'i tears. As you look at the hue 1 wii a nauseous drafts ami at the "tti's d:titeful tonic that Hand on ths sh-l. re--..-:e.er that th to is a larger bottle than th. i, wiii-'h l-llllcd with no mixt are by "Hrtlily ., .f n.-c-tri-s, but it is God's 'Kjltle, In whi.-h t... ..tth eathered all our tears. A r. . , , , l r enombers all the sorrows of pov.-r . There : mush waut th-it nfv.T copies to inprt-tirm. The deacons of th-j c'.iureb nter e it. Jl1e comptrollers of tha r.lms-hou-s n-'v t report it. It comes not to ''hur.'h, for it has no appropriate apparel. It n.ali.Ti no appeal fur help, but chooses rath-r to sii.t t man exp'sn lis Ititteraesd. l athers 0.o f ;li i to tain a livellhoo 1, so Hint they an i tl.r children submit to consinnt pnv ation : i,.r:ie) w , nen, who cannot ply tlin-d!e .(me k enough t earn thea slul brand bread, lint whether reported or uueorrphilnimr, w.'i. ;... ln eemlirlv comfortable parlor, or " In ian.p ". liar, or m hot jiarret. Ood'san jels uf rnwy are on the watea. This mo-ient thoj trie's are beiio; colloete 1. Down on thu l,a .; streets, in all th'! all"ys. amid shan ties an i 1.:- ca; ins, the worx itoiw on. Tears 1 vai.:-se.;!nff n summer s heat or i'roea--'in w :.! r s cold they fall not unheeded, dhey ,ir j,. v,.is for ber.ven's casket. They srn pie.!-.., f riivmn sympathy. They are tears for Go4's bottle. A.'ain. the Lord preserves the remem nraii" of n'l paternal anxieties. Yon see a "' in fro-n th.. most infamous Mirroundinss p out into tho kingdom of Oo.L He has ""rid no sermon. Ho Ins received no "iirihn- providential T.-aniinr. What ,iy ' t'i'n to tnis n,,w n,in u Tiiis is the j"r,'t Go ! looked over the bottle in which 'ie rath, rs the tears of His people, and He , a V ir-ntal tear in tiiat bottle which has tieen for years unanswered. Ho said, "Go too. now, .and let Ji,. answer that tear P and jjriaw.th the wanderer w brought home to Oh. this wort ot framing e'aibjren for Coi! 'i is a tremendous work. Some people tliiuk it e wr. They have never tried it. A child IJ ;,-.ae.. i in t(m arms of tJlR voun., pr,.nt. it '.e.actioil plaything. You look into the (hf ' HV'"'- Yo" 'famine the dimples ln ine teet Yfiu wonder at its exqnlsitooriran-.m- , B-autlful planhiiix-! llut on some "Kiuiau as you eit rockinir that little one a voice seems to fall straiirht from the throne oiGod, snyin;: "fimt chillis immortal! i 3rs 9lall die, but that is an immortal I suns shall irrow old with age and perish, but t Is on Immortal 1" Now. I know with many of you this is the ohief anxiety. You earnestly wish your ohildrea to irrow up rightly, but you find It hard work to make them do as you wish. You check their temper. You correct their waywardness ; in the midnight your pillow Is wot with we-pinT. Yon have wrestled with God in ayony for the salvation of your ch I iren. You ask me If all that 1 been effectual. I answer, Ko. God lerstands your heart. He understands how hard you have tried to make that daush?er recfclees and what pains you have bestowed in teaching that son to walk in theath ot uprightness, thoutrh he has euch strong pro .UviUes for dissipation. p I speak a cheerintr word. f!ol heard everv ounsel you ever oTored Hi ru God has known all the sleepless m5rhts you have nissed. God has seen every sinklnir of your iopressad spirit. God rerneraixu-s your prayers. Ha keep, eternal record of your anxieties, andln His la.mrymntory not suoh as stood ln an ancient tomb, but in one that glows and flitters beside, the throne of God hold ail those Kxhuiiitiajr 1". The grass may be rank upon your graves and the letters upon your tombstones de faced with the elements before the rilvino response will come, but He who hnth de. Blared. "I will be a God to thee and to thy eed after thee," will not forget, and som day ln heaven while you are raniring the Pelds of light the gates of pearl will swing t ick, and garlanded with glory that long I ttyward one will rush into your out l xetohed arms of welcome and triumph. The I ills may depart, and the earth may burn, and the stars fall, and time perish, but God fill break His oath and trample upon His promis.i never! never! Acalj, God keeps a perpetual remombranc 3f all bereavements. These are the trlall that cleave the soul and throw the red heart! ot men to be crushed ln the wine press. Troubles at the store you may loave at th tore. Misrepresentation and abuse of tha world you may leave on the street where you found them. The lawsuit that would swallow your honest accumulations may be loft In the courtroom. But bereavements are home (roubles, and there Is no escape from tnem. You will see that vacant chair. Your eye will catch at tho suirirestive picture. You cannot fly in the presenoe of such ills. You go to Switzerland to get clear of them ; but, more sure footed than the mule that taken you up the Alps, your troubles olimb to the tiptop and sit shivering on the gla ciers. You may cross the seas, but thoy can outsail the swiftest steamer. You may take aravan and put out across the Arabian des ert, but they follow you like a simoom, armed with surTocntlon. You plunge into the Mammoth cave, but they hang like sta lactites from the roof of the great cavern, f hey stand behind with skeleton Angers to push you ahoaiL Tney stand before you to :hrow you bacJc They run upon you like recklcs horsemen. They charge upon you rith greaming spear. They seem to come phaznrd, scattering shots from the gun of a ojreless sportsman. But not so. It U good aim that semis them Just right, for God Is the archer. This summer many of you will especially feel your grief as you go to places where once you were aeeompaniod by those who arj iroue now. Your troubles will follow you to the seashore and will keep up with the light ning express m whlen you Seed away. Or, tarrying at home, they will sit beside you by day and whisper over your pillow night after night. I waut to assure vou that you are not left alone and that your weeping is heard in heaven. You will wander among the hills and say, "Cp this htll last year our boy climbed with great glee and waved his cap from the top, " or "This Is the place where our little girl put Sowers in her hair an 1 looked up in ber mother's face," until every drop of blood in your heart tingled with gladness, an 1 you thanked God with a thrill of rapture and you look around as much as to say "Who dashed out that light? Who filled this cup with gall? What Mast froze up these foun tains of the heart?" Some of you have lost your parents within the last twelve months. Their prayers for yom are ended. You take up their picturo and try to call back the kindness that once looked out from those old, wrinkled faef 3 and spoke ln such a tremulous voice, nn 1 you say it Is a good picture, but all the while yon feel that, after all, it does not do justice, and you would give almost anything you would cross the sea ; you would walk thi earth over to hoar just one word from those lips that a few months ago used to cull you by your first name, though so long you your self have been a parent. Now, you have done your best to hideyoar grief. You smile when you do not feel llk i it. But though you may deoeive the world, God knows. Ho looks down upon th empty cradle, upon the desolated nursery, upon the stricken home and upon tha broken heart, and says : ''ThiB is tho w;.y I thrash the wneat ; this is the way I scour Uy Jewels ! Cast thy burden on My arm, and I will sustain you. All those tears I have gathered Into My bottle !" But what is the use of having so many tears In God's lachrymatory? In that great casket or vase, why does God preserve all your troubles? Through all the a--s of eternity, what use of a great collection ol tears ! I do not know but that in some dis tant age of heaven an angel of God may look Into the bottle and nn t it as empty 01 tears as the lachrymals of earthenware dug up from the ancient city. Where have the tr rj gone? What sprite of hell hath been invad ing God's palace and hath robbed the latiuy matories? None. These were sanctified sorrows, and those tears were ohanged into pearls that are now set in the crowns and lobes of the ransomed. I walk up to examine this heavenly cor onet, gleaming brighter than the sun, and ery, "from what river depths of heaven wer those gems gathered?" and a thousand voices reply, "These are transmuted tears from Gods bottle." I see scepters of light stretohed down from the throne of those who on earth were trod on of men, and ln every copter point and inlaid in every ivory stall of golden throne I bohold an Indescribablt richness and luster and cry, "From whenes this streaming light these flashing pearls? and the volcesof tho elders before tho throne, and of the martyrs under the altar, and of the hundred and forty and four thousand radiant on the glassy sea exciaiin, mated tears from God's bottle. Let the ages ot heaven roil on me nf..sVinnniniiiil nride long ago ended the kohlnoor diamonds that make kings proud the precious stones that adorned Per sian tiara and flamed in the robes of Baby- loninn processions forgotten , me uuirau.i mines charred ln the last conflagration, but firm as the everlasting hills and pure as the light that streams from the throne, and bright as the river that flows from the eternal rock, shall gleam. Bhall sparkle, shall flame forever these, transmuted toars of God s bMeanwhUe lot the empty la?hrymntory of heaven stand for ever. Let no hand touch it Let no wing strike it. Let no collision crack It. Turer than beryl or chryoprnsus. Let it stand on the step of Jehovah's throne and under the arch of the unfading rainbow. Passing down the corridors of the palace, the redeemed of earth shall glance at it and think of all the earthly troubles from which they were delivered and say, each to each : "Tnat is what we heard of on earth. 1 hat is what the psalmist snoko of." "There once were put ourtears "That is God's bot tle " And while standing there inspecting thi richest inlaid vase of heaven the towers of tho palace domo strike up this silvery chime: "God hath wiped away all tears Irom all faces. Wherefore comiort one an other with these we-ds " There's many a leap twlxt the boat and the slip. Burnisb.io.3 gold does not add to its alue. Prudence is the lynchp'n to tho whe'l or i rogie3s. A full pocket-book n ay ko with an empty sou'. The Sewers never gcsslr The un!on of e.iercy and wisJoin makes the ccmpletest character and the roost powerful life. Make yourself complete master o what you have learned, anil be always learning something new; you may then be an instructor of men. Pay as you go and save enoush to come back on. Do not rermlt the good luck tf others to discourage you. Fear to die until you have done some good that will always live, LOST. BY Wi. LYTJE. Speak ye, lassie, I've lost my heart Dae ye ken ocht about iff I'm dowie noo frae morn till night An" canna do withoot it. It didna gang by alow degrees, It just gaed a' thettither, I own it was na niuckle worth, Hut then I hue nae llhur. I dinna like to crv oot thief O that 1 maun be wary. But yont the glen I met a witch 1 think ye re like her, Mary. I hardly kenned what i had lost, r what could sae distress me. But losh! I found when 1 gat liame I had na heart to blesa ine. Noo, lassie, in' ye've stown my heart An' ye are here beside me. Gin I tak' yours to nink' it square 1 think ye canna chide nie. Ye raimu live without yer heart, I've proven that, wee (airy, Pae noo In case ill chance Iwl'a I'll tak' balth heurl an' Alary. JENNIE'S WITNESS. Jennie fingered the flowers as though she loved them. She was a country girl, and used to flowers, but it seemed to her that she had never loved them so much as since she came to the city .0 live, and found that people had to buy them. "And pay lota of money for them." she wrote to the little girl friend with whom she hud often gathered lk'M daisies. "You just ought to see what lots of money folks will pay just for daisies! If we had the old south meadow lot out here on Karnick street we could get rich." There was a great deal of work to be done this morning in the greenhouse. There was to be a Fourth of July cele bration the next day, and a festival, and a wedding, and Jennie did not know what else; but she knew that dowers were to be arranged for all these, and that, now girl though she was, she had been called upon to help make up bouquets. This was an honor. Heretofore her work had been to water certain plants, and run of er rands, and keep the shelves und tables tidy. She felt very happy, for Mr. Greenough, when he came through the i;reenhouse workroom, had stoti.el to admire her bouquets, and told her she had good taste, and would be culled upon Hgain. Mr. Ureenough was the young master 01 au me noweis, aim Jennie Knew she had been greatly honored. She was at work now on the last basket of What she called "leftovers," though they were as pretty as any in the gardens. These were for Grandmajuma Green OUgh, who had a fresh basket sent to her every morning. Jennie was ahead of time and could afford to loiter a little and pet the blossoms. Karl was there, leaning over her shoulder and laughing at the loving way in which she talked to them. "Anybody would think they were a lot of live babies whom you were loving," he said. - ' Karl Shubert was Mr. Greenough's nephew; he was spending the summer with Grandmamma Greenough while his father went west on business. Karl liked nothing better than to take off his coat, and roll up his sleeves, and push his queer little cap on the back of his head and call himself a workman. Karl was also from the country, and thought it very strange that people were willing to pay money for "just weeds." "There are flowers almost like those which grow wild in the woods back of our house," he said. "I've gathered 'em lots of times, just for fun. Nobody ever thought of buying them ; I guess I should have thought they were crazv if they had." "Folks would think here that you were crazy if you gave them away," answered Jennie. "These are not quite like the wild ones; but I guess they are cousins." "I believe they are just like them. Give me a bunch of these, and I'll send them to Mattie Bennett and ask her if they aren't. She gathers them all the time. Give me that great big one, and the little bits of ones next to it." Jennie opened her blue eyes very wide, and looked gravely at him. "You are just joking?" frhe said inquiringly. "No; I'm not joking. I think it would be great fun to sond Mattie a bunch of these by mail, and tell her what the dunces here in the city pay for them. She will think I am joking, for sure. I wonder I never thought of it before. Give us a bunch." But Jennie's face was graver than ever. "Of course you know I can't," she said quietly. "Well, I should like to know why not? Are you suddenly taken with rheumatism in your arms, or anything of that kind? What is to hinder you?" "Why, Karl, you don't need ine to tell you that the flowers aren't mine? I couldu't give you the least little blos som, of course; and I know you are just trying to tease me." "Stuff and nonsense!" said Karl, getting into a fume. "I never heard of such a dunce. Do you pretend to say that you never take one of the silly lit tle things for yourself.' Jennie's cheeks flamed a brilliant red, and her blue eyes flashed. "I don't think that questionls worth an swering," she said, with dignity. "Do you suppose I would steal a flower any sooner than I would steal anything else?" "Oh, steal! Who is talking about stealing? What is just a few flowers? Anyhow you might give them to ine. Don't you know my grandmother will give me the whole basketful if I ask her? und every one of them belongs to my own uncle." "That doesi't make a bit of differ ence," said Jennie firmly. "Your grandmother has a right to give you the basketful, of course, if the wants to, and your uncle could give you the whole greenhouse; but that would have nothing to do with me. Xot one little l.wer is mine, and if you think I will take what belongs to ether people and give it away, you are mistaken; I wouldn't do it any more than I would t:.ke one for myself." "Poll !" said" Karl, who thought this was utter nonsense; "what a fuss you can make about nothing. Suppose 1 reach over and take the whole bunch and leave, how will you help your self ?" "You won't do that," said Jennie co lidently, and a pleasant look came into her blue eyes; 'I'm not the least bit nituv. tf.'i. hecttiieie that would be mean, and I know you Kill never : be mean." vi "Poh!" said Karl again; but .ht couldn't help feeling that she had the best of the argument. On the whole h( was vexed with her, and wenfr away ;: in a huff. "Such a ridiculous idea 1" ..ht said, kicking the dust with his bare toes as he walked. "Who would have sup posed she could be so stupid as to sup jose my uncle would care about he. giving me some flowers?" I In half an hour he had forgotten ml' about it. Ho never thought of it f gair until a week afterward. J His uncle opened his room door oju morning and spoke hurriedly: "Kirl, my boy, did you see anything of a siltei dollar that I left lying on the shelf iol the lower greenhouse yesterday?" . "o, sir," said Karl, turning over .it bed and looking wonderingly at lis uncle's grave face. "I wasn't in tht greenhouse yesterday Don't you re memlier I had a cold, and grandma would not let me go there, or ariy where?" j "Is that so?" and the face of & uncle grew graver. "Then I am afraid she has taken it, and I would not have lost my faith in the girl for ten timw that amount." ( "Who, uncle?" "I'm afraid, Karl, that Jennie ha slipped that dollar into her pocket. There are little circumstances connectec1 with it which makes me quite sure 1 left it there, and Jennie is the only riev help we have, you know. I would a." soon suspect myself of dishonesty i' any of the others. I have turned everything upside down in the green house and made more fuss than $4C are worth, just to get rid of the sus picion; but I'm afraid I can't. DaviJ suggested that you might have seen it but if you were not out of the house yesterday of course that won't do. questioned Jennie, and she says she saw nothing of it. If there were anv cracks for it to slip into I should be glad, but there are not. I'm afraid 1 shall have to tell her she cannot be trusted." "Oh, my?" said Karl, and he buried his head in the pillow and laughed. "Uncle Kobert, that is too funny," he faid, when he had had his laugh out. "Jennie wouldn't take a dollar that didn't belong to her, not if she was starving, and could eat it. Why, she wouldn't even take a poor little llowei which looks j'ust like tho wild ones thai I used to gather by the bushel up home Uncle Kobert, she is just awfully honest." "Is that so?" asked Uncle Kobert his eyes tooking less troubled; "how dc you know, my boy?" and he sat dowc on the side of the bed and heard the story of the Fourth of July flowers anc the bunch that Karl wanted and did not get. "Well," said Mr. Greenough, afte he had questioned until ho understooo all about it, "that is pretty good proof; she is an excellent witness for herself. It was quite natural for you to think as you did, Karl, and it was splendid in her to refuse you. I don't believe she knows anything about the dollar. What can have become of it is more than 1 can imagine, but I shall say nothing more to her, for the present at least Don't mention it, Karl; I would not like to have her think I suspect her." "I guess not!" said Karl, with em phasis; "I wouldn't tell her for s farm." Jt was nearly two weeks afterwarc that Jennie came across the lawn toward Mr. Greenough with a flower pot ir; her hand and a puzzled look on hei face. "What is it, Jennie?" he asked, turning back to answer her look. "If you please, Mr. Greenough, ,' did not know they ever planted money; but isn't that a piece of money peepinf up through the earth?" Mr. Greenough looked, and dived in his hand, and drew out a silvej dollar. "It is money, without doubt," he said, smiling. Has that plant hadfresl earth put around it lately?" "Yes, sir; more than a week age Dennis turned a whole tubful on th table, and filled up tho plants in thai long row at the left; but I didnH think'' and then Jennie stopped. "You didn't think they ever mixeo silver dollars wiih tho earth, eh?" Mr. Greenough said laughing. It seems Dennis does sometimes; and I must say I am very glad to know it. It explains a mystery." . Karl's eyes twinkled, but he kept his own counsel. Jennio was right; he wouldn't be mean. The Pansy. THINGS OLD AND NEW. . The first surname was adopted in th reign of Edward the confessor. The Tekin Gazette is the oldest journal in the world. It elates from the eighth century. When Benjamin Franklin proposed to start a newspaper, his mother tried to dissuade him, because there were al ready twopiqiers in America. Russia contemplates building whai will be the largest electric railway in the world; it will run from St. Petersburg to Archangel, a distance of '450 miles. The' electric light has been introduced into a new flour mill near to the sup posed site of Calvary and close to the lemniscus Gate at Jerusalem. The Yezidees, a secular Turkish sect, cut off the head of anyone who inad vertently siaks the word "devil," "Satin," or anything with a similar meaning. The Countess of Aberdeen has pre sented Princess May with a unique Irish cloak, fashioned of white Galway flannel, and lined with white poplin. Tho mantle is fastened with a gold fibula c'asp, an exact reproduction of the ancient Celtic brooch in the posses won of Trinity College. The old custom tf ringing the cur few has been reinstated in the villages and towns of Canada, in accordance with an act passed at the last session of parliament. This new act is not quite so strict as the old one. It requires that all children under 17 shall be off the street at 9 o'clock, the hour of th ringing of the curfew. It appears that the camel does a good deal of harm in Egyyt, by eating the trifs a they are growing up. "Already the massive Cairo camel is a type distinct from other camels, surpassing all ia its cumbrous, massive proportion). SCIENTIFIC BRIEFS. Scientists say that if the bed of the Pacific Ocean could be seen it would disclose to view several mountains with truncated tops scattered over it. The; e mountains would be perfectly bare at tho base, and all around their tops n'ould be covered with beautiful vegc iationof coral polypi. Extensive drought will cause the snail to close its doors, to prevent evapora tion of its bodily moisture and dry up. These little animals are possessed of as tonishing vitality, regaining activity after having been frozen in solid blocks of ice, and enduring a degree of heat orjcks which daily crisps vegetation. There is in Spain a river called Tinto, which has very extraordinary qualities. Its waters, which are as yellow as the topaz, harden the sand and petrify it in a most surprising manner. If a stone fulls into the river and rests ti'ion another they both become perfectly 1 united and conglutinated in a year. It withers all the plants on its banks as . well as the roots of treets, which it dyes ' of the same hue as 1U water. No tish 'ive in its stream. Dew is the greatest respecter of colors. To prove this take pieces of glas or boards and paint them red, yellow, green and black. Expose them at night, and you will find that the yellow will be covered with moisture, that tho I green will be damp, but that the red 1 tnd black will be left perfectly dry. j The pure white lustre of snow is duo to tho fact that all the elementary colors of light are blended together in the radiance that is thrown off from tho surface of the thousand and more dis inct and perfect crystals. The greatest depth under water ever reached by a diver is believed to have been attained by Captain John Chris tiansen, who went down 190 feet below the surface at Elliott Bay, Wash., re cently. He remained at that depth in his armor for 20 minutes, without in xinvenienee. Tho ocean contains several fish which clothe or adorn themselves, the most conspicuous of them being tho anten narius, a small fish frequenting the S-iragossa Sea, which literally clothes itself with seaweed, fastening the pieces together with sticky, gelatinous strings, and then holding the garment on with its fore tins. THE TUNEFUL VOICE. There is one eminent reason why every girl should be taught to sing; if she has a voice, to improve it; if she has no ear, to acquire one if possible; and this is, thatsinging and rhythmical sounds are very great domestic helps in many crises, since listening composes the nerves of the excited and angry, soothes the sorrowful, lulls the wake ful,' and largely helps in the euro of various . illnesses. The mother who cannot sing her baby to sleep is to bo pitied; the person who was not sung to sleep when a baby has something in :omplete in his being. All children love tho lullaby, whether it is the gentle murmur, half song, half monotone, wnether it is the sweet mel ody, tir whether it is a tunc song in a voice regardless of measure and loud and- clear as a yodel. Except where a Verson is constitutionally inept and is .nsped bv the concord of sweet sounds, as sometimes happens, the effect of mu sic is quieting upon the nerves. It seems only natural that the ex pression of pure order and the law f numbers, which is what music is in part should bring about good conse quences when applied therajieutically. If all one's growth could be surrounded by music, it might be as if one floated in a bath of some elixir of life, receiving it through every pore. Even if this is but a notion, something of the sort is evident to those who have tho care of children, who know how often a tune will end a t ir.trum, and turn tears to smiles. If a mother cannot sing her self, she can intone rhythmically, or she can see that her nurse is able to sing; for it seems, in view of its power on the nerves and the higher nature, that a child should no more be de prived of music than of any other food necessary to his well-being, physical or mental. We have known some patients to long for music as fevered ones do for cold water, and others who declared that it eased their pain to listen to it. This idea of theirs is not fanciful, but has had the sanction of great fihysiciaus, who all declare that music has bound 'css uses in the treatment of the insane. If the music works so well where nerves, and indeed whole systems, are out of order and positively diseased, how effective it must be where there is al ready health in the production of the greatest result from that health Har per's Bazar. One principle point of good breeding is to suit our behaviour to the three several degrees of men our superiors, ur equals, and those below us. The orango was first planted in Southern California by the Franciscan fathers soon after they established their first mission in the State at San Diego, in 1709. Every part of postage-stamp making is done by hand. The designs are en graved on steel, 200 stamps on a single plate. If a single stamp is injured the whole sheet is burned. When the President of the United States proclaimed war against Great Britain (July 19, 1S12), the navy of the United States consisted of only twenty Tcssels, exclusive of gunboats. Miss Dod, the lady tennis champion of England, only recently celebrated her twenty-first birthday. She is also an excellent bicyclist and golf player, ns well as singer and pianist. The Hebrews had no coins of their own until the days of the Maccabees, who issued shekels and half shekels, with the incrijtions, "Jerusalem, the Holy," "Simon, Trince of Isrexd." These bear no images. If not absolutely the oldest, the Stoar Kopparbcrget in Sweden is the oldest copper mine of which we have any offi cial figures. It has been worked con tinuously for nearly 800 years, and a table is given which shows the produc tion for each year since 1033. This is probably the only mine in the world for which figures of production for 2G3 years can be shown. FLOWEIiS AND GEMS FOR TUi MONTHS. Oh! fa's are the pearls from the depth of olf ocean. And brilliant the wealth of Peruvian mines. And changeful the light with each lvulout motion Which gleams from the heart of the Opal' clour shrines. But the pure Water-lily with blossoms of white The Iiurel, the Jasmine of delicate hue. And the w ax-like Camellia, are aurely as br1hl As the Pearls of the ocean. The Bparkiiiig dew Which collects in the Blush-rose's coral eacfc niKht, Tran-anits like a diamond the aun ahinuv tnrouirh. The Violet rivals the Amethyst's purple. ine ovarium rises wuuiue sappnire 9 cieai bl ue; The Hay's glossy leaf and the queen of ta myrtle Outshine the bright Enu raid's crystalline hue Narcissi compare w ith the spiendor of Topaz, The Kuby w ill yield to the red Poppy's dye, Tne Azalea's bltfesoms as varied a show has. As even the changeable Opal's supply. rniiienrirtrd. A fanciful folk-lore has given to each month its special flowers and plants, and an accompanying gem which w give below as collected from various sources. January. Granite and Jacinth, which express perfect loyalty and fidel ity. The Everlasting is the flower of this frozen month, the emblem of con stant and undying love. February. To this month is given the Amethyst, which preserves from violent passions, and insures peace ol mind, while its accompanying flower, the Snowdrop, is the symbol of purit; and confidence in the future. March. Jasper and Bloodstone, the stones given to this windy month, rep resent courage in difficulty and tlanger, and March Crocus and Hyacinth are the harbingers of sunshine, you th anc enchantment. April. Diamond and Sapphire sym bolize innocence or contrition, and the delicate Lily of the Valley tells of tho return of happiness with the coming of the spring. May. The Emerald belongs to May denoting happiness in affliction, and the pink Hawthorn speaks of rural beauty, the white of hope. June. Agate, perfect health, Azalea temperance. July. Carnelian, forgetfulncss of slights: Roses, beauty and happy love. August. Sardonyx, unchanging hapyincss; Dahla, "thine forever." September. Chrysolite belongs td this lirst autumn month; it preserves from rash actions, while the golden Chrysanthemum isan emblem of truth. Octolier. Opal, a soul that shrinks not at misfortune; Michaelmas Daisy, cheerful old age. November. Topaz, true friendship, Autumn Violet, Humility and CaD dor. December. Turquoise, or Malachite, the realization of cherished hopes; Holly, "Am I remembered?" Mistletoe, a kiss. This completes the cycle of the year, and those who love these romantic fancies may select their birth-months and tako for their own its preciou' stones and lovely flowers. THE nilEXIA. Rhexia, Deer-grass, or Meadow-beau- I iv, as n is variously caueu, 13 a preii I low-growing herbaceous plant commor to American swamps. Rhexia Virginica is the most com mon species north and grows about six inches high with square stem, almost winged at the angles and having hand some, large, purple flowers. There are various other pink-purple varieties, all growing in bogs or pine barrens. A solitary yellow species, R. lutea grows in North Carolina. Its flowers are small and numerous and do not cast their petals so early as do the purple varieties, while the plant grows to th' height of a foot or more. WATER FOR TLASTS. The majority of pooi ile are afraid tc use hard water on their plants, while a few prefer it to any other, writes a cor respondent of rark s Floral Magazine. From my own experience I would as soon use one as the other, and never go a step out of mv wnv, but take which ever is easiest obtained. The well-water where I have lived mjtu. for the past eleven years, 5s so hard that the lime floats in little cakes ovei the top when boiling, and it has nevei hurt my plants a particle. Instead ol hurting them, I think soil is less apt tc become sour when over-watered, foi the lime helps to counteract the acidity and another thing, I fancy I have less trouble with white worms in the soil, when I use hard water altogether. To those who are afraid to use hard water, let me tell them that a few drops ot aqua ammonia in each pail of watei used, or a teaspoonful of nitrate of soda in each two gallons, will supply tho nitrogen which is the needful ele ment found ia rain water and lacking in the hard or well water. Ammonia consists of three parts hy drogen and one of nitrogen, while th Nitrate of Soda contains enough nitro gen to equal twenty per cent, of am monia. Remember that the ammonia usually meant, when directions are given for using it among plants, is tho aqua ammonia (a watery preparation), and not the alcoholic solution which should be called Spirits of Harts horn. Mary nartwell Catherwood, the bril liant author of "Old Kaskaskia,'.' be gan her litarary career when & mew child as contributor to a Boston juve nile anagaiici. a. r tit CAN KEN AliiO WOMEN FRIENDS. BE J So many things still considered im possible are possible in modern days, that many people arc beginning to wonder whether platonic friendships platonic affection between men and women may not be now well within the range of practical sx;ial politics. Of course, there be those who cry: Human nature is the same all the world over. No advance ia religion, in science, in fashion touches it or alters it. There it remains, a rock for ever; defying the changes that shatter, the laws that secure its surroundings. Human nature is the one joy of the pessimist as it is one of the joys of the optimist. The one clutches it like a bomb already to explode, exclaiming, "Horrible human nature!" The other cherishes it as a joy for ever, murmur ing, "Beautiful human nature!" And no doubt, whether human nature be horrible or beautiful, in certain re spects it eloes remain the same always. There are great emotions born in men and women love of country, love of love, dread of death instinctive emo tions which we may think we lack till our trial time comes, till circumstance lays the whip across our souls, and the human nature we thought dead, or never in us, suddenly responds like a willing horse. But circumstance, "time and the hour,"can and do change races very considerably,and what may be ditlicult for human nature to accom plish or endure in one age may not be ditlicult for it in another. We believe that platonic friendship between man and woman is not only quite possible, but exists, and never more happily and successfully than at the present time. For though human nature may be the same all the world over, women have changed very considerably of late years, and the sort of change that has stolen aver them has fitted them to be more receptive of friendship than they used to be. There was a time when the thoughts of the average woman were entirely centred uixm love, the love that includes passion. Women used to be far more sentimental than they are now. TJiey were dreamers when they were not married, and their dreams were of marriage. They sigh ed for love, and now very often they do sot sigh for love at all. There is many 1 clever, active, vigorous spinster work ing busily and happily in our midst who thinks much more of her occupa tion than of a possible husband, and who is far more keen on getting more work than on winning a man to work for her. No tloubt many good people will exclaim at this state ment, and declare that we are dethron ing love, and sapping the foundation of domesticity. Not at all. It is beau tiful to be a happy wife and mother, but it is not unwomanly nor unworthy to be intensely interested in other sides of life than the domestic; and women do exist and we have met them who never look upon every or, indeed, any man as a possible lover, but who would like to look upon every nice man as a possible friend. Love is beautiful, but friendship is very beautiful too, and modern working women are beginning to find that out, and to "act accord ing." Platonic friendship is, we do not hesitate to say it, quite possible in these days, whatever it may have been in the past, and it is the working wo man who has made it so possible. No one ought ever to be too busy for senti ment. We delight, frankly, in senti ment. But the busy working woman has no time for sentimentality, and so she can be a good friend to a man, and ho can be a good friend to her, and there need be no fear and trembling upon either side. Sentimentality is as ugly as sentiment is beautiful. The one is a weed the other a flower. The modern woman is grinding the former under her heel, and so some alarmists cry out that she is throwing away the latter to fade. But if she can find no time for idle dreams of young or old, and often quite unworthy men, the woman up-to-date is beginning to awake to the beauty, the charm, the comfort, the cosiness of friendship. Friendship is the hob on which you put your kettle when you arc tired and figuratively, desire a cup of tea. Ah! how pleasant to hear the water boil! It is delightful for a woman to have a man friend. She can consult him about her work, and two notions of different sexes ore so much better than one. She can mix his frankly uttered views of life with hers, and so increase her chance of taking a proper standpoint, and regarding life broadly, and without too much petty regard for its minor and more irritating details. She can rely, and, what is perhaps more helpful to the mind and the faculties, feel that she is relied upon. To feel that she is relied upon by a man has been the making of many a woman. It gives her so much cour age. She can boldly discard the rather ridiculous adjective "weak," so long misapplied, to the substantive "woman," in contradistinction to the substantive "man," for man is just as weak in many ways. It is not muscles that conquer modern life among the classes for whom especially we write, at all events. The mind, at least, has its muscles as well as the body, and who will say that the mind muscles of men are more strongly traced than those of women. Platonic friendship is the right of the working woman, and may surely be the luxury of her idle neighbor. The tongue of scandal ought to be ashamed to wag against it. Many women cannot marry, tuner they do not want to, or they have not enough money, or a thousand things prevent it and close the door against matrimony. Then let them have their work and their friendships. Men and women are all beginning to toil together side by side, why not shoulder to shoulder, mind, heart anil body? It is the sen timentalist who, by scandalmongering, has often striven to . render platonic friendships impossible. Well, the sentimentalist may soon will soon, we hope and believe have had his and her day. Human nature may be the same all the world over, but who will le rash enough to say that it is against human nature for a busy woman to like warmly, treat frankly, know intimately, a busy man. We would have every woman place her kettle on the friendly hob when she will, and brew herse'f 11 cup of tea to refresh her tired heart, and nerve her momentarily weary mind for fresh exertion. Is it against human nature to be honest and to be whole some? We elecline to believe .1. Th straightforward, clean-minded womat can make a true friend of the straight forward, clean-minded man, and al honor to both of them for their sense and sensibility-. TILE BLIND BROOM MAKER. BY JEANNETTE S. PUlLI.lI "Brooms made here, is a rude sign over a dingy shop which I pas 011 occasional errands. The door stood open one morning and curiosity prompted me to look within. Stepping upon the threshold I saw a slender man at work, and addressed him with: "Good morning. May I how brooms are made?" The old man turned and I noticed that both his eves had bee.i destroyed so that he was totally blind. "Certainly, just step this way," was his cordial answer. There were in the room piles of broom corn, rough, rig ged, seedy, sorted into different length-, and placed in box-like compartments. A small quantity was soaking in water after which it had to "dreci" for nil hour, I learned, to tr. ke it tnigh enough to work well. There were :i!-u stacks of handles of different si.cs rare, fully arranged. At every motion I was surprised with the readiness with which the sightless worker put his hand- up-m tools and machinery. lie ma le :m mistakes, and I more than once f .i.yot that he was blind so deft and unerring was he. lie j. laced a broom stick in a horizontal vice and attached to it the end of a wire from a reel held fast ot loose by wheels, crank, bands, weight: and screws, lie took up half a ii zeu sticks of corn, held them in his hand and cut them off with a sharp knife, then placed them against the handle under the wire and turned the vice by crooking his left elbow around handles set in a wheel. Latchct clicked, wire sang, reel creaked, and corn was bound fast to the handle. "Could you wind that wire firmly enough by hand?" "My sake?, no. It pulls as hard a. a horse." Another layer of filling was selected, and the knife applied to trim off thr thick ends of the corn stems. Said the blind man, '-Knife would 1 work better if it was sharper." "I'm afraid of sharp knives," said I. "I'm too plaguey lazy to use ii dull one. Guess I wouldn't cut me," said he. Vise turned round, latchc-t clicked, wire sang, reel creaked, and more broom was bound "tight as a drum." The corn stood out in a circle and looked worse than our grandmothers' oven brooms ever thought of looking. A layer of covering was next whittled and wired to place with more turning, : clicking, creaking and singing. Tim was larger and of better quality than ( the filling and its ends at the head oi ( the broom were shaved close to tho I wire. A little piece of japanned tin j had at one side slipped under th? wire, round went the vise and the tin was hrmly fastened tlown. The wire was . tfien slackened and with a skilled twist broken -off. Two tacks were quickly driven in to hold the ends of the wire and tin. "I should surely pound my fingers.'' I remarked. "I have never hurt myself yet," was the blind man's proud reply. The broom, a very crazy looking af fair, was placed on its handle end. and two iron jaws pressed up against tho corn by means of a lever, and what had been round, and frowzy, and so un broomlike was flattened out and began to look like an old acquaintance. Then the broom-maker found his needle, which was eight inches long and partly flattened. Pulling a ink string from a bundle he tied one end into the eye of his needle, and on the other end he tied a knot. Ho punched the hole through one edge (if the broom and wound the pink string twice around it, giving it a curved shaped by following the edge of tins clamp. Wearing a sort of huge thim ble on the palm of each hand hi; pushed the needle back and forth, right hand, left hand, left hand, light hand, clear across. Three rows of pink threads and stitches were put in and the broom was released, but it was still a ragged Specimen of its kind. A cover was removed from a set of sharp stiff wires fastened into a Strong board, and the broom was brought into fur ther semblance of its proper self by undergoing a "good hetchciing," through and through, this way and that, the broom was pulled, spoils, splinters and rough parts falling, leav ing only the best. Then a cutting machine chopped the bottom off straight and square. "It is ready for use now," I observed with a sense of relief for the poor thing "No, not yet, see here." Forthwith the patient worker took upn sharp toothed iron and administered further discipline in the shape of a "thorough combing down." "NoW, when it is dry, it's done," said he. And sure enough it was really finish ed, trim, straight, flat, smooth and ready for the clean sweeping that a new broom always does; ready for its career, cleaning daintiest cars-t.s in mv lady's parlors, then passing on t.j ! kitchen and cellar, growing distorted, tipsy, frowsy on the way, until, con demned as a disgrace. to the house it i.; cast into the fire, unless perchar.c it is whisked off on some dark night by thai industrious old lady who from time im memorial has made it the mission of an endless life to sweep the cobwebs from the sky. "How many can vou make iu e day?" "Oh, two dbzen ii I work long enough." "How long?" "Well, from six in the morning until ten or eleven at night. "How much do you make on & dozen?" "Oh, about forty-five or fifty cents, according to the market." V"an you always sell enough to ke-ep you busy?" "Not always. Sakes alive, wiah J could!" "Rather hard life, isn't it?", "Yes, but we live four of us without beggin', nn' that's more 'an most blind folks can do." I ordered a dozen brooms at the highest market price, and departed, rt solved that a long list of my iriatsds' should go iad do likewise. : y- 1 :i . .Mi(. I a-, ( ' : ' !:. !' hi,-' St. ;''- i ii ',V"'?!Tu'"",,,tafammi '" ' ' . 1 ;: , ' n 1 1 II 1 III I I '
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