SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN; W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. The Massachusetts Bureau of Statin tics finds that 126,000 acres of Massa chusetts farms have been abandoned. Delaware is said to have more living ex-Governors than auv other State in the Union. Five of them—B. T. Biggs, John P. Cochran, James Ponder, John W. Hall and Charles F. Stokley—are still engaged in active business. "There is no annexation sentiment in this country," protests the New York Tribune. "On the contrary, if the ques tion came up in any practical form, there would be a powtrful opposition to it. And if Canada begged to be an nexed, it is possible that her request would be declined with thanks. Even the million Canadians now in this coun try are not agitating the question of an nexation. Having annexed themselves, they are not at all anxious to let others in." Senator Higgins, of Delaware, says thut the whipping-post and the pillory are still retained in his State, owing to the fact that the State lies in the neigh borhood of three great cities, and that it has to adopt unusual means to protect it self from becoming the asylum of crimi nals from these great centres. He is him self opposed to the preservation of these forms of punishment, states the New York Tribune, although he concedes that their preservation has a tendency to make criminals give the State a wide berth. The whipping of to-day, adds the Tri bune, is merely nominal and in no way resembles the brutul punishment of the post when the cat-o'-uine-tails as a form of punishment was first established. There are, according to recent reports, 135 medical colleges in the United States whose diplomas are recognized by all health authorities, entitling their holders to the right to practice medicine. Chi cago has eight of these institutions, St. Louis and Cincinnati seven, Louisville five, Atlanta four, and these institutions annually graduate 5000 students. The United. States iiccordincly have one tuedi- ■ cal school to every 460,000 inhabitants; Germany,with her numerous universities, one for every 2,000,000; Great Britain one for every 3,000,000, and France one for every 6,800,000. "It will be seen from these presents," comments the St. Louis Star-Sai/inys, "that American col leges, on the quantitative side of their endeavor, easily distance the institutions of effete Europe." "It is a significant fact," says the Congregationcilist, "that fifteen ministers are employed on the daily press of New York City, writing on religious topics. It docs not indicate missionary zeal on the part of the newspapers, but it shows that religion is a matter of growing popu lar interest, and that the constituency which is most valuable to the secular press demands to know what is going on in the world of religious thought and life. It is encouraging to note that scandals concerning ministers and churches no longer monopolize the columns devoted to religious matters. Another remarka ble fact is that the greatest number of books published lust year in this country, next to works of fiction, were on religious subjects, while a large proportion of the novels aiso were written with religious aims. No subject occupies so large a place in current thought as that which concerns men's relations with God and their future destinies, and no other sub ject is so steadily increasing its hold on public attention." In its career of more than seven cen turies, the Corporation of London has had at its head a number of peculiai men, states the New York Times, but the present Lord Mayor, Joseph Savory, seems to bo more kinds of an ass than is usual, even among city Aldermen. His exploit in writing a letter to the Czai about the Hebrews, which was returned unopened, and his attack upon General Booth were enough themselves to settle his status, even by the feeble intellectual standards of Mayoralty succession, but he has been caught now in a thing which covers him with ridicule. He preached the sermon to the young men at Poly technic Sunday week, which was print ed in full by a shorthand report in the course of u few days. It was then dis covered that the sermon was identical with one preached by Spurgeon in 186* —No. 552 in his printed series. Savorj then declared that he had never seen the sermon in question, whereupon the two were published in parallel col.ims, mak ing t'x- plagiarism unmistakable. GREATER THAN LOVE. Why do they rave of love, these poeta who Tempt heaven's very airs to hear them rave? Is there naught el9e to praise 'neath heaven's blue, Naught else to sing above the sounding wave? Brave men lived long ere Agamemnon died; What braver theme tor aye than brave men's deeds? Brave women their whole sex have sancti fied By gentle courage 'neath a woman's weeds! Faith toward God and man, and woman, too, For all who suffer, hope and charity I These are the heavenliest things beneath the blue. The noblest themes above the sounding sea! The Continent. A GOTHAM* INCIDENT, CHARACTERS: ETHEL VAN RENSSELAER. HARRY SHIPMAN, her cousin. DR. POTTER, arising young physician. ANOELO, a newsboy. Passengers in a street car, eta. Scene—A crowded Madison avenue cnr. [Enter Miss Van Rensselaer, in au ap proved Lenten gown of pale gray, and a demure little poke. She sinks into the only remaining seat with a sigh of relief.] Ethel (to herself): There is that good looking young doctor I met at Mrs. Smvthe's last week. I suppose he thought me very frivolous. I wonder if he would know me if I should bow [Glances with a careless air toward the corner scat, and finds the young man looking at her with a puzzed air, where upon she bows demurely, and he raises his hat, still looking as if he were not quite sure of her identity.] Ethel (to herself): I might as well be one of the mummies at the Museum of Art, to judge by the expression ou his ! lace. Indeed, I suppose if I were a mummy he would feel more interest. [Turns around and pretends to be deeply interested in a paper-covered volume of Daudet which she carries. Dr. Potter (to himself): There is that pretty Miss Van Rensselaer whom I saw somewhere—oh, 'twas at Mrs. Smythe's I'm afraid she thought me awfully dull because I talked of nothing but the weather. That's always an interesting subject to a doctor, though, especially this winter. Heigho? I'm a fool to imagine that she gave a thought to mo after we parted, favorable, or otherwise; probably 'twas otherwise, if anything. [At this point he is cut short in his re flections by the car stopping at the Park i Avenue Hotel,where a number of women I enter. As he rises to give his seat to I one of thera, enter a small newsboy on i crutches, with a dark Italian face and pathetic brown eyes. He holds a small bunch of lead pencils, and almost in stantly every lady in the car opens her purse. The boy has pulled off his red cap to receive the liberal shower of dimes and nickels, but does not even make a feint of giving his papers or pencils in return.] Dr. Potter (to himself): If Mies Van Rensselaer hasn't offered that boy her seat! Lazy little rascal! [As the boy reached her scat Miss Van Rensselaer had jumped up impulsively, but the boy rather shamefacedly shook his head, and she sank back, blushing, and feeling that the eyes of the whole car were upon her.] Ethel (to herseli): Therel You have made a goose of yourself, and all for the sake of making a good impression on a young man who didn't even remember you until you bowed to him. I'm ashamed of you! [The car stops, several people get off. Dr. Potter draws Angelo to a seat beside him. J Dr. Potter (to Angelo): Now, my boy, I am going to buy you pencils, but I shall not give you the money. I shall pay for the pencils, and take them. That's a profitable trade you've just carried on, but it isn't exactly according to business principles, you know—or any other principles for that matter. [Miss Van Rensselaer rises to leave the car, dropping her book as she does so. While Dr. Potter is recovering it for her she speaks in a low tone to Angelo, and then, having kept the car waiting a suit able time, she smiles graciously on Dr. Potter and departs. ] Girl in Redfern Gown (to artistic girl by her side): Pretty? Ye-s—but not half so pretty as Eva. Still, her gowns are always pretty, and that makes such a difference. Artistic Girl. She is the sort of girl that men always admire. Did you no tice how that young doctor never took his eyes off of her? I met him at a dance last month, but he doesn't remember me. School-girl (looking after Miss Van Rensselaer): How perfectly sweet the is! Scene—ln the Berkeley Lyceum. Ethel Van Rensselaer (to her cousin, a youth who is carefully training a mous tache): Do see Kate Schuyler's sweet little piu—not that one, the enameled one with the diamond dewdrop. Do you know, I never have jewelry enough? People are always sending me candy and flowers. Ido wish they would be more generous! [ A pause, during which her cousin as sists in removing her wrap.] LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 24, 1891. Ethel: I've been wearing nothing but old duds all winter because I wanted to save my money to buy gowns in Paris. We are going over in May. But, do you know? I've already spent my allowance up to July. Harry: Last July? Ethel: Next July! And, really, I have hardly a thing to show for it. You see, papa gave' me my Redfern habit,and mamma gave me my bridesmaid's dress that I wore at Mary's wedding. So, ac tually, all my money was spent on my Josephine gown. But it is perfectly sweet—you haven't seen it yet? Well, it has a diagonal row of green-and-gold beetles edging the folds. Oh, I'm so glad Mrs. A. sings now! Isn't she sweet? The other night, at Amy's musicale, she sang the cutest songs! [Quiet during the song. As the last chord is played, Ethel coughs.] Ethel: There! I had to keep from coughing so long it nearly killed me. Low voice from next row (grimly) Keep from talking, you mean. I should think it would 1 [Ethel turns scarlot and looks intently at her programme for a few moments. Then glancing up, she for the first time observes Dr. Potter, in the vicinity.] Ethel (to herself, in a horrified tone): lam absolutely certain he has heard everything I have said this whole even ing. What will he think of a girl who talks about gowns and things all the time? (To Harry, sternly): Did you read Bryce's "Commonwealth?" Harry (uneasily): No-o. The fact is, a fellow gets behind in his reading wheu he's training. You see, a senior has so many clubs—and then you girls are al ways besieging us togo to your teas anjl dances. Ethel (still sternly): You don't have togo to dances in Lent. Harry (assuming the offensive): Well, what do you do in Lent? Ethel (promptly): Goto the Stoddard readings and the Browning classes; and there are the Buliw recitals.* And theu I lunch somewhere every day and drive in the park afturward. Oh, and tide horseback and goto church. I have the loveliest new prayer book, Harry; ivory bound wiih silver corners! Dr. Potter (to himself): How much interested she is in that insignificant young fellow. Wonder if she's engaged. That is just like a fashionable girl, togo and throw herself away on a hoy with out any brains. Ethel (to Harry).: Isn't Marie Basli kirtseff*charming? She had an awfully hard time, though. There's something really pathetic in her struggles to reach fame. Such undying energy resisting circumstance. Low voice from behind: Nothing like energy! especially when it resists the ir catioual idea thut music should preclude conversation. Ethel (with dignity): Society is so mixed now. Even at the Berkeley un desirable people will crowd in. Oh, Harry, I haven't told you übout my vio let luncheon! The other girls have had so many "rose" things that I was tired to death of American beauties, and the rest of them, and so I gave myself a headache studying up something new. I didn't bother about the menu, but let mamma arrange all that and just gave myself up to the violet idea. I massed violets in a centre baskot,hud wreaths of violets around each plate, and the cloth embroidered with violets, all the sweets were candied violets, the candles were violet-shaded, and the napkins were filled with loose violets. The girls were just enchanted, but I could see they were jealous, too. Harry: I don't wonder. Come on, Ethel. Stupid concert. Aren't you glad it's over? Dr. Potter (impatiently to- himself): I am thankful this thing is through. I would go aud speak to her if she had eyes for any one beside that-callow youth. As it is, I don't choose to be snubbed, even by a pretty girl. Ethel (mournfully): He is going out without even looking this way. I wish * were intellectual and homely. No, 1 don't, either. Probably he would fancy a "bud" who knows nothing at all more than a girl in her second season. Scene—On the steps of a small tene ment on the East Side. Dr. Potter: How did you come here i Ethel: Why? Dr. Potter: I beg your pardon, but it seems an odd place to find a young lady. Ethel (flushing): Angelo is my pro tegc; I have taken him into my mission class. Dr. Potter: And so you come and visit him, I see. He is improving great ly. I did not know he was receiving such instruction. Ethel: I believe you are jealous of any one but yourself teaching Angelo! Dr. Potter (carelessly): Not at all. Fie is merely an interesting study to me. Ethel: lam interested in Angelo, not in aceitain type of boy at a certain stage of development. Dr. Potter: Perhaps not, but you are Ethel (interrupting): lam not. Dr. Potter: Not whut? Ethel: Not what you were going to call me. Dr. Potter: Are you a sorceress who divines the thoughts of men? Ethel: It Only required the divining powers of a nineteenth century youug woman to know that you meant some thing disagreeable. Dr. Potter: We will waive the ques tion. Are you going up town? Shall we t*Ac a car? Ethel: A Madison avenue cart Dr. Potter: Yes; it will remind na of our first meeting with Angelo. Ethel: Angelo bos a great deal to answer for. Dr. Potter: In what way? Ethnl: I never cared so much (or ap pearances before I saw Angelo. Dr. Potter: What enigmas you are talking. Enlighten my stupidity. Ethel: What itn unusual admission for a man. Such humility deserves encour agement. As for an explanation of ray mysterious words: to begin with, An gelo brings our newspapers. Dr. Potter; He brings mine; but is that so remarkable? Ethel: It is remarkable that a little newsboy should have so excited the in terest of a physician who, if his practice is rather small, has certainly enough to do without teaching every newsboy he comes across. Dr. Potter: You don't understand. Angelo was especially interesting because —well, because I had just seen some one I care a great deal for. Ethel: And you were feeling so benign toward the world that you were interested in humanity in general and Angelo in particular. Dr. Potter (aside): Angelo in general and Ethel Van Rensselaer in particular. (Aloud.) But you promised to explain your very obscure words. Ethel: I think better of it, and you know it is a woman's privilege to change her mind. Dr. Potter: I supposed that nowadays young women did not choose to exercise their old prerogatives, they have so many now ones. Ethel: They have few enough, taking old and new together. [They have been walking rapidly meanwhile, very much absorbed in each other, and are now nearing Madison avenue.] Ethel (suddenly): There he is! [Dr. Potter looks across the street and discovers Ilarrv Shiptnan sauntering along.] Dr. Potter (to himself): That fellow! and how much pleasure in her tone. Ethel (impressively): I must speak to him. Dr. Potter: I will leave you in his hands. Good-morning. Ethel (surprised): Won't you speak to him, too? Have you quarreled? Dr. Potter (stiffly): Never having had the honor of meeting him, I have hardly had the opportunity of doing so. (Aside.) I should cordially like to. Ethel (in blank amazement): What are you talking about? You are dreadfully mysterious. (Aside.) He must be so deeply immersed in his own scientific thoughts that he hasn't heard a word I've been saying. (Aloud, sarcastically.) Evidently Angelo and I are equally un worthy of your attention. lam sorry to have forced you to waste so much valuable time. Dr. Potter (bewildered): Angelo and you! Unworthy of my attention! Ethel (sharply): It would seem so, since you first decline to speak to him, and thon show such a desire to leave my society. Dr. Potter: Decline to speak to An gelo! Ethel: Why do you repeat my words? But the poor boy didn't experience your unkindness, and that is fortunate. [Angelo, who has been hanging around the corner, now boards a car, waving his cap to the slowly advancing Miss Van Rensselaer and Dr. Potter. Dr. Potter (seeing Angelo for the first time): Was it Angelo you meant all this time? Ethel: Of course I meant Angelo. He was right on the corner. Dr. Potter: Then it wasn't that in significant little wretch! Ethel: Little wretch? Dr. Potter: Now you repeat my words. Ethel: There goes a car. Dr. Potter: No; it's a green one. (After a pause.) Oh, Ethel, I wish you liked me a little bit. Ethel: I do; but not so much as Dr. Potter (angrily): You needn't try tantalize me. I hate coquettes. Ethel (demurely): As Angelo, I was going to say. Dr. Potter (laughing): Angelo is out good genius. It was his little venture in pencils that made our fortune—good for tune, I mean. Ethel: I think it was a Madison avenue car. Dr. Potter: The two combined—AD l gelo and the horse car. But, Ethel, you haven't answeied my question. [Signals to approaching car.] Ethel (mischievously, as the car stops, preparing to get on): I didn't know you had asked auy. Frank Lcalie'l ll lut Crated. "The Nee<llc'§ Eye." The name "Needle's Eye" is given to a subterraneous passage on the coast of Banffshire, 150 yards long from sea to sea, but through which a man can, with difficulty, creep. At the north end of the Needle's Eye there is a cave twenty feet high, thirty broad and 150 long. The whole of this passage and cave is supported by immense columns of rocks, making a grand scene which has a sur prising effect on one who has crept through the narrow passage.— St. IMHU Ilejrublic. A syndicate is being formed to con trol and operate all the big marl beds on the James and Pamunkey Rivers, Vir ginia. Potatoes were not planted in New England fields until 1718. Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. China's one railroad has American en gines. Platinum has advanced to about S2O per ounce. It is uov proposed to introduce elec tric power in gold, silver aud copper mining. It is said that by a new discovery the telephone can be made of use in foretoll ing storms. A speed of twenty-four miles an hour is attained on the electrical underground railway of London, England. There are about 1600 electric meters in use in London, England, and one third of them are of American pattern. Lake Maggiore, in Switzerland, lias water of different colors. In its north ern branch the color is green, and in the southern a deep blue. The brownish discoloration of ceilings where gas is used is caused by dust, car ried against them by by the heated air currents produced by the gas. An English company is working a silver mine in Bolivia which yields more than 360 ounces to the ton, while speci mens of almost pure silver are met with. An enterprising lowa farmer who operates a big farm has called in the tele phone as a means of direct communica tion with the various departments there of. Any kind of cotton covering, when soaked in a solution of tungstute of soda, is rendered absolutely incombustible. It is therefore useful in central station work. One of the most lyxasperating accidents that happen in connection with the ley system of propelling electric cars, is the killing of horses by the breaking of the trolley wire. The galvanized telephone wires in London, England, weighing 22-1 pounds to the mile, have been replaced with sili con bronze wires weighing thirty-six pounds to the mile. On shipboard pumping, ventilating, lifting or hoisting, may all be performed by the use of electric motors. On the latest French warships all big guns are manipulated electrically. Electric mo tors are now made which will work with their armatures in the water. The first applications of traction-by electricity having a really practical char acter were made in Europe at the Berlin (Germany) Exhibition in Au elec tric tramway was there exhibited con structed by the firm of Siemens & Ilalke, the action of which left nothing to be de sired. News comes from New Castle, Penn., that Joseph Martin, a glassblower, is en gaged in a series of experiments to de relop a formula by which glass may be hardeued so as to endure great shock. He has devised a method by which a bit of glass was treated and made so hard that a strong blacksmith could not break it on an auvil. An electrician who lias made a spe cialty of spectacular electricity says the day is not so far off when electrical fire works will supersede those now used. He declares that for a comparatively mod erate outlay he could arrauge an electri cal display that would last for many years, and could be repeated as often as desired. It would comprise rockets, Eiomau candles, wheels, Niagara Falls and all the modern pyrotcchnical effects. How Knights Arc Made. The ceremony of conferring the order of knighthood at the hands of the Queen of England is not imposing. It is not, in fact, a public ceremonial, and only those are permitted to witness it who,by their official connection with the Queen's household, muy attend her. The loyal subject upon whom such distinguished honor may be conferred may not even in vite his "best man," nor the members of his personal circle of relatives or friends to be present. Arrayed in whatever uniform he may be entitled to wear, or whatever dress court etiquitte and the time of day make proper, if he be a civiliau, the subject presents himself before his sovereign and kneels at her royal feet. Seated on the throne chair, the Queen lays the shining blade of a sword across the shoulder of the kneeling but exalted beneficiary, and says, using the title which she is about to give, "Arise, Sir So-and-so." Plain Mr. Cheltenham Brown is thus, by a singlo stroke of Her Majesty's sword, transformed into Sir Knight, and he is permitted, perchance, to kiss his sovereign's fingertips in grateful acknowl edgement of the distinguished honor. In other cases than this of a plain knight hood, and when the title carries with a decoration, the gracious Queen, with her own royal hands, pins the glittering and much-coveted bauble upon the coat of her elevated subject. This is all the ceremony connected with the conferring of knighthood, but it is a great deal to the recipient.— Tid-Bit*. Work of a Prehistoric Itace. Near Cleveland, Teuu., the work of a prehistoric race has been discovered in the shape of u wall now underground. It is five feet high aud has been triced 100 yards. The top stones have on their in side faces inscriptions in hieroglyphic characters. This rock is of sandstone, mixed with iron. The mason work is well done and the wall evidently ante dates the Mound Builders.— New Tori Tribune. NO. 28. AN OLD SPJNNINO-WHEBU ▲ spinning-wheel of the olden day. Forgotten now, In the corner stands; The bunch of flax is a dusty gray. And for years untouched by liring hand*. From each long spoke have the spiders spur A filmy web; but they, too, are old. And the rust of years hag long begun On the hub of brass once bright as gold. It is hard to turn the old wheel now; It slowly spins with a sorry creak; It seems like a voice—so faint and low- So long unused it can hardly speak. But it has a charming tale to tell, A tale of love and of sunny June. And the wheel breaks from its long-time spell And turns again with a merry tune. I cannot remember all it told One summer eve in the attij gloom. Of a fair young maid, a suitor bold, A whispered talk in the spinning-room; Of a tender love that lasted long. And a secret that the world soon learned— All this I heard in the gentle song The great wheel sang as it slowly turned. Then the perfume of the lili6s rare, And the hidden bird's sweet vesper hymn, Came on the balmy evening air As the whisper of the wheel grew dim; And the veil of years that time had wove Was riven 'asunder to reveal A passing picture of that old love That was told me by the spinning-wheel. —Flaeel S. Mines,in Harper's Bazar. HUMOR OF THE DAY. A self-feeder—Vanity. A day-laborer—The sun. Never apart—The whole. A bear-trap—Rising stocks. Generally speaking, woman is seldom silent. An elevator is a sort of hand-me-dcrivn affair.— St. Joseph Nexes. The copyright law means no right to copy.— Pittsburgh Press. It always annoys a man to Bnd a new acquaintance as vain as he is himself. A good motto for the poaching sealers would be—Come early and avoid the "Rush."— Puck. To a landsman it would seem that a cutter should be at home in a chopping sea.— lloston Courier. "This is a terrible weight of gilt," moaned the little picture with the big frame.— Washington Post. He was so very ugly, Extraordinary inau. That when in battle he faced death. Death turned away and ran. —New York Herald. in old times a strong arm was neces sary to the dictator; but just" now he finds short-hand far more important.— Puck. Maud—"Has Clara really traveled so extensively?" Ethel—"No, but she has read the guide books carefully."—3fun ity's Weekly. During the winter the Len may be dilatory, but she generally comes to the scratch when the garden is planted.— Texas Siftings. To keep a resolution, base it firmly on good and sufficient grounds, and do not forget either the preamble or the resolu tion.— Texas Siftirujs. "Do you think those shoes are worth mending?" "Veil, yas, if I zole and heel tem, and put new uppers on tem. The strings are still goot."— Life. Professor of History—"What do you know about Louis XlV.'s time?" Jack Ath'.irf^i< —"Nothing, sir; I never knew he TOC .i sprinter."— Harvard Lampoon. I'd rather boast no family And rise to mighty things. That claim to be descended From a long line of kings. —Munsey's Weekly. An agricultural editor says that the best article he ever saw on milk was cream. Some city people think that -it was not very widely copied.— Lowell Courier. He—"How did you know I was at the door? I didn't pull the bell." She (admiring the circlet he has just placed upon her finger)—"l heard the engage ment ring."— New York Herald. Mr. Brezey—"Just on your account, madam, I've been hiding my light under a bushel for years!" Mrs. Brezey—"O, dear! Extravagant as ever 1 Why didn't you buy a pint cup?"— New York Herald. "Dear Widow Browu, my love is true!" "Your smoking, sir, against you pleads." "I'll give up smoking, dear, for you." "Then I'll give up my weeds." —Judge. "But this girl Egbert is engaged to— isn't she giddy? She seemed to me s rather thoughtless creature." "Thought less!" answered Egbert's mother. "She is absolutely think less."— lndianapolis Journal. "Intelligence has just reached me," began Mr. Blodger, as he sat down to the dinner table. "Thank heaven if it has, at lust," exclaimed Mrs. Blodger, and the food was partaken of in silence. —J MW eII Citizen. "So you waut a railroad position," mused the Superintendent. "Do you think you could give an intelligent account of an accident?" "Yes, sir, I'm sure I could." "Theu I think we have no place for you."— Klmira (f&zette. In the Restaurant.—"l am sorry, Mr. Scuoferl, to have to ask you not to come to this restaurant any more, but you are so contiuually shaking your head that it might give rise to misapprehensions as to the quality of the dishes. I know, of course, that you are reading the political news, but the other guests doa't know it."— Fliegendt BlatUer.
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