SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. Twenty million acres of the land of the United States are held by English men. The colony of Sierra Loone, Africa, is 103 years old, yet there is no machinery there except the sewing machine. The population is upward of 50,000, and not a sawmill or any other kind of a mill in operation. Mr. Keith has contracted with the Costa Rican Government for the con struction of a suspension bridge over the Reventazon River. As security Mr. Keith receives a concession of 800,000 acres of national territory. Professor P. 11. Carpenter, the deep sea student, like Hugh Miller, the geol ogist, has taken his owu life after a period of madness. What i3 there in the pursuit of science that drives some of its greatest votaries to insanity and suicide. In a letter written shortly before bis death Historian James Parton illustrated bis views on the financial side of author ship by saying: "An industrious writer, by the legitimate exercise of his calling— that is, never writing advertisements or trash for the sake of pay—can just exist, no more. By a compromise, not dis honorable, although exasperating, he can average during his best years S7OOO to SBOOO a year. But no man should enter the literary life unless ho has a fortune or can live contentedly on 82000 a year. The best way is to make a fortune first and write afterward." It seeais likely, notes the Chicago Ilernld, that electricity is to be called into explain many of the cele'-ial phenomena which have hitherto been ascribed to other agencies. That won derful yet beautifully simple instrument, the spectroscope, which has revealed to us so much of the cosmos, still seems to be baffled in some directions where difficulty'would scarcely be anticipated. Strangelyienough, the phenomena which it fails to satisfactorily explain are either such as are known to be electrical in character or are at least strongly sus pected of so being. From this and other facts, Stas lias been led to suspect that the ordinary interpretation [of tjie spectroscope aro not to be relied on when it is applied to electrical phe nomena. G. W. Childs, in tho Philadelphia Ledger, is authority for the statement that American gardeners are now pro ducing as tine chrysanthemums as those of Japan, which, thinks the New York Post, will scarcely be credited by Sir Edwin Arnold, who has sojourned so long in that country and expatiated on its floral beauties. Probably the finest specimen of this flower to be found in America to-day is a product of the slip sent from Japan to Mrs. Alpheus Hardy of Boston, and named after that lady. The wonder is that Americans should ex cel in the cultivation of this flower after a comparatively few year 3 of familiarity with it. The chrysanthemum did not become generally known here until 1862, when a number of varieties were intro duced from Japan. We have now up ward of 2000 of them. They have al most supplanted the rose in the favor of rich and poor alike. The Breeders ' Gazette says it recently visited the Union Stock Yards at Chi cago, in company with a gentleman from England who is carefully studying American agriculture. His exclamations were not called forth by the magnitude of the yards and the multitude of animals gathered there, but to the ill-fattened or immature condition of nearly all the cattle in the pens. "We tried" con tinued the Gazette, "to interest him by calling attention to the characteristics of lots from widely different sections of the country, but the diversion was but brief, and he always came back to tho same point of wonderment. 'Why do you Americans send such ill fatted beasts as these to market when there are great maize fields on every hand?' We offered as excuse overpiocluctioc, the partial failure of tho last corn crop, and that growers were discouraged, but failed to quiet his mind. The well matured animals—only a handful in number were bringing from $5.50 to $6.20 per hundred pounds, while myriads, seem ingly, ranged down, down, down reaching $1.50 per hundred pounds. Our English friend left shaking his head puzzled that America should have; maize fields of almost unlimited area, with scarcely a well fattened animal in the Chicago stock yards." \ IN THK PAUSES OF HER SONO, A singer who lived in a sunny land Poured forth a song so full of cheer. The murmurer, listening, forgot his plaint, The mourner, to shed his tear. Oh, what a happy lot is hers, Said the toiling world as it heard, To pour forth songs as carelessly As joy from the throat of a bird. Alas, I said (for Art is long; I have trodden its weary way, and know), Could you but dream of the struggle and woe That come in the pauses of her song! —Orelia Key Bell , in the Century. ~"NED. W "Ned! Ned! Where are you, Ned?" Ellie Colebridge's tone was one of anxious impatience, as she came into the sitting room of her pretty country house, seeking consolation, advice and assist ance. The window curtaius parted, re vealing in the deep window-seat a little figure curled up, pouring over an open book. ''What is the matter?" inquired Ned, with a sleepy, drawling voice. "'Matter?'" said Ellie, dolefully, "read that letter. No, you will goto sleep over it. I'll tell you what's in it. The Claxtons are coming this after noon." "I thought they were to come next month?" "So th ;y were, and here Charley has gone for A week to Boston, and Mag gie left this morning. She is only the eleventh girl I have had in six weeks." Ned puckered a pretty rose-bud of n mouth, drev her brows up over a pair of lan- „, dreamy, brown eyes, and —it mi) r > be recorded, shocking as it is —Ned whistled. "There' nae luck about the house," as clearly as a plow-boy. "Oh, Ned, what can I do?" said Ellie, "there arc four people, and how can I entertain them aud do all the work and cooking for such a family?" "Four?" "Mr. and Mrs. Claxton, their son Harry and daughter Laura." "11-m—yo'i I've heard Charley talk of them!" / "Don't know them," Ellie asked, amazed. J*l thought they were Charley's most friends." "Vf w true; but, though Charley is my b .*her, you must remember while lie was it ilarvarcf, forming the acquaintance of /e Claxtons and various other people, I tvas with Aunt Jane at Baltimore, Jing to school and learning housekeep rog—oh!" cried Ned, as a sudden idea seemed to strike her. "Oh, Ellie, have you got some calico dresses and bi" aprons?" "Of course I have!" "So have I—where the Dutchman had his auchor—at. home! But, Ellie, lend me some of yours, aud I'll be vour Mag gie!"^ "Edmonia Colebridge, are you crazy?" "I can't bring you any references from my last place," persisted Ned, her brown eyes dancing, "but if I don't suit, you can discharge me!" "But, Ned, Harry Claxton is coming, and Charley said—thought—" aud here Ellie stopped, confused. Ned tossed her curiy head in magnifi cent disdain. "You need not tell me what Charley said," (-he said, scornfully, "I can im agine! I hate a match-maker! But, Ellie, I want my own way. Remember you are not to interfere with me, Mrs." Cole bridge. 'I don't want no ladies poking about my kitchen,' as your last girl but two used to say." Ellie remonstrated once more, but feebly. "But, Ned, you are company just as much as the Claxtons." "I am your sister now," was the re ply. ""Where are the calico dresses?" "Tn my room. It is lucky James boards at home." "By the way, tell James to hold his tongue. It is time you were getting ready, if vou are going to the station." "But, Ned—" "There, you have no more to say. My name for the next week, by the way, is Jane. Ned is rather too remarkable for a servant-girl. lam morally convinced there was a streak of insanity in our fam ily when I was christened 'Edmonia.' Charley made 'Ned' of it before I was a year old. There, my dear—go. You will be late." Very mistrustfully, Mrs. Coleridge brought her guest 3 from the. station. During her short acquaintance with her husbaud's sister, Ned had exactly veri fied Charley's description of her. He had told his wife: "Ned is the dearest girl in the world, but dreamy aud foud of books; knows more actually at nineteen than most ■women do at thirty of books, music and drawing. She will be literary, 1 guess; but practical, never." To this dreamy girl, who confessed to having written poetry, Elbe had, under the pressure of circumstances, trusted the household affairs for four unknown guests. They were to have come nearly a month later, aud Charley was to have been at home, and a paragon of a girl secured somewhere. It must be confessed Ellie carried a smiling face over an anxious heart, as she led her guest to their rooms and descended to the,kitchen. Ned was there, with all her curls twisted into a demure knot at the hack of lier shapely little head; a blue calico, rather roomy and king (Ellie being the larger of the two), but half hidden under a ft liieut checked aud a narrow LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 18, 1891. linen collar, transforming her into the neatest of servants. Upon the table stood a pan of biscuit, light as down, brown and tempting; broiled chicken lay upon a great dish near the fire; coffee sent forth aromatic flavors, and a spice of tea mingled therewith. "Be off 1" was Ned's salution. "You are not to come here for a week!" Laughing, light-hearted, Ellie went to the dining-room. All the best china, silver and glass upon a snowy damask cloth, upon the table, baskets of cake light as a feather, glass bowls of straw berries, cream and sugar in silver pitchers and bowls, radishes upon cool green leaves, even glasses of flowers were there. She stood admiring, while Ned brought in the chicken and biscuit, the coffee and tea, and demurely rang the bell. "You can ring if you want me," she said, putting the bell upon the tea-tray, and dropping a saucy curtesy before vanishing into the kitchen, "and Ellie, we breakfast late." Thinking it would be too bad to pre sent Ned yet to her guests, Ellie did not touch the bell, noting that there was an evident enjoyment of their fare among her guests. She could not altogether enjoy the social evening that followed, though Henry Claxton was as entertain ing as Charlie had promised, Laura gen tle aud lovely, and the old people cor dially pleasant. Everything was charm ing but the uneasy certainty that Ned was washing dishes, setting breakfast biscuit and cleaning up in the kitchen. Ellie fully intended to got breakfast on the following morning,and never opened her blue eyes till the dressing-bell rang vigorously at eight o'clock. By the time she was dressed her guests had assem bled iu the sitting-room, and there was nothing to do but open the door to the dining-room and usher them in. The dainty table, sparkling in the morning light, was spread temptingly. New-laid eggs, like goldeu balls, were fried upon slices of ruby-colored ham; a beefsteak to tempt au epicure, broiled tender and juicy, flanked the ham and eggs; water cresses, all sparkling with dew-drops; potatoes, fried to a crisp brown, aro matic coffee, fragrant tea and muffins of goldeu tint waited upon good appetites. Mrs. Claxton could not restrain her admiration. "What a treasure you must have in the kitchen," she cried, "if you did not come down until we did." "I have not seen her this morning," was the truthful reply. "She is a treas ure." "Have you had her long?" "Only since yesterday." "Ah! I hope she won't drink. These extra good girls aro so apt to develop tome glaring defect like drinking," said the old lady, and wondered what was so intensely funny in her innocent remark, as Ellie broke into a peal of musical laughter. Five days went by, and Mrs. Claxton said to Ellie: "Do you know, Mrs. Coleridge, I have never seen your treasure. She does the rooirs while we are at breakfast, and I never saw such neat rooms; and she sets a table so perfectly you never have to ring for anything. "You will sec her to-night," said Ellie; for Ned had actually made time togo to town and secure u twelfth do mestic, who was being trained while Ellie spoke; "and I shall havo the pleasure, also, of introducing Charley's sister, Edmonia." "Ah!" This was from Harry Claxton, who looked up from the newspaper. "I want to meet her so much," said Laura; "we heard of her very often when Mr. Coleridge was in Cambridge. "She is very talented, is she not?" Harry asked. "We think so," Ellie answered. "She plays on the piano better than any ama teur I ever heard, and sings remarkably well. She was the best scholar in the school where she graduated, and she— don't tell her I told you—writes poetry, real poetry, not merely rhyming lines." "H-m!" thought Harry. "A tall raw-bowncd, strong-minded female." Aud while the thought was in his mind there entered a little brown-eyed mite, with long auburn curls, a com plexion like a blush-rose, aud soft, full draperies of blue and white muslin. A little creature, with a low, swc-et'voice, and eyes full of dreamy beauty. There was undeniably a falling off in tho culinary department, though Ned and Ellie slipped away often to super intend the perforinauccs of "No. 12," as Ned called her; but if the others found the tpble less tempting, Henry Claxton only knew the parlor had gained a uew charm. In their college days, Charley had told him often of the brown-eyed sister iu Baltimore, and some of the graceful let ters had been given him for perusal. He knew that Edmonia was talented and pretty; he found lier beautiful and modest as a violet. The hours beside her, in the garden, in the parlor, on the moonlit porch, sped by like minutes, and the party lingered on till Charley came. Then, that he might not be cheated of his visit, they were coaxed to remain a week louger, and still Harry never tired of the soft-brown eyes, the low, sweet voice and the modest, re fined manner of Edmonia Colebridge. They learned duets together, and they would talk, never tiring, of books and the current topics of the day, till the man found himself wondering at the rs»re intellect within the curly head. Charley looked on, well pleased, but upon Mrs. Claxton's fair matronly fac« rested a shadow of anxiety. When the visit had extended over three weeks, Laura having left for a previous engage ment, bearing Harry's regrets for break ing the same, Harry dared his fate, and won Ned's confession that she gave love for love. And Mrs. Claxton, in Elbe's room, thus accounted for the shadow upon her brow. "You see, dear, I am old-fashioned in my notions, and I believe in educat ing girls for wives and housekeepers ..J well as for parlor companions. As soon as Laura left school, I taught her to cook so that she can either superintend her servants, or if necessity requires it, take their place. Yet, she is not the less graceful lady, I think." "You are right. She is as lovely a girl as I ever met," Ellie said, half guessing what was coming. "And dear, that is what worries me about Harry's choice. I think Edmonia is one of the most charming girls I ever met, pretty as a flower, graceful, modest and accomplished. But she seems to me so dreadfully helpless and dreamy. I don't know how often I have found her curled up like a kitten in the winter seat, her eyes seeming to be looking miles away, and her hands lying idly be fore her. You know dear, she writes, too, and literary women are so often im practicable. To be sure, Harry will have money enough to give her comfort, and he has a good start in his profession. But still, dear, I could wish his wife had some knowledge of housewifery ways, and was not so dreamy." Ellie smiled, and said: "Do you remember our invisible girl, Mrs. •laxton —the one who was here when you first came?" "Yes, my dear. I have often won dered why you sent her away. The one you have now does not compare to her. I never ate such biscuit. Why did she leave? Did she drink, after all?" "She did not leave. She only chauged her name to Edmonia Colebridge." "My dear!" cried tho astonished old lady, "you arc joking!" "I was never more serious in my life," snid Elbe, aud gave a detailed account i of her perplexities and Ned's devotion. "She did everything," Ellie said, '"so as to leave me time to entertain you. And she is the smartest needlewoman you ever saw. To be sure, she hates it, , and likes books, music and writing be: ter, but her Aunt Jane insisted upon her learning all the domestic accomplish ments; and she said: 'lf I had to do it, I was determined to learn to doit well.' " "Well, well, who would dream she hid so much energy under that sleepy manner. You have lifted the only care i from my mind, my dear. I can con gratulate Harry now with my whole I heart."— Anna Sheilds, in the Ledger. — What Is a Farm Without a Boy? "I agree with Charles Dudley Warnet that a farm without a boy would rapidly come to grief," said Peter J. Millsdon at the Lindell. "Just stop aud consider for a moment what a boy on a farm is I required to do. It is understood, in the ' first place, that he is to do all the errands, i togo to the store, to the postofHce and I to carry all sorts of messages. If he had I as mauy legs as the centipede it is my private opinion that every one of them 1 would be thoroughly tired out by night. | He is the one who spreads the grass when i the men cut it, be stows it away in : the barn, rides the horse to cultivate the corn up aud down the hot, weary rows, ■ho picks up the potatoes when they are i dug, he Is tho one who totes all the wood ! and water and tires his back out split ting kindling. No matter where he is, in the house or out of it, there is always work for him to do. Before he | goes to school in the winter he shovels the paths, and in the summer turns the grindstone. Yet the /arm boy has a happy life in spite of all, and he is the ■ stuff that great men are made of. If it ! were not for the fresh young blood ot tho country I am afraid the city would run to seed."— St. Loui* Star-Sayings. Hawaiian Superstitions. "Superstition takes on some very [ peculiar forms in Hawaii," said T. E. Martins, of Honolulu, at the Palmer House."For instance, some of the I natives believe that if they cross the I thereshold of the royal palace with the left foot first a train of bad luck will folow them in some way—either in health or business. And a great furor was raised among the natives when the i United States warship Charlesttfn steamed ' into the harbor at Honolulu. The average Hawaiiau would as soon welcome : tho sight of au ocean of hot lava pour ! ing over the country from Mauna Loa i as to see a foreign warship anchor in the great harbor. The natives believe a , warship brings bad luck. To their ' minds the arrival of the Charleston brought some mysterious train of circum stances that caused the sudden death of the prince regent."— Chicago llerald. A Petrified 'Coon. S. R. Shplton, while cutting up a tree lap, which he had cut down for a rail tree eight years before, cut into a hollow, exposing what he thought a squirrel s nest. Upon opening a large orifice he drew from the hollow a dead 'coon, per fectly preserved from decay, which had laid there for eight years. The tree had fallen on tho liolo by which the 'coon had entered. It had died of starvation, and the body was preserved from decay, as is supposed, by the tan ooze of the red oak treo.— Covington (Term.) lit cord. Terms— sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months Children as Finders of Diamonds. The discovery of diamonds in South Africa was brought about by two Dutch children, who tossed a diamond in the air and caught it, thinking that it was a pebble. They were playing the childish game one day in 1867 when John O'Reilly, an interior trader, stopped at their father's farm in Griqualand West, near the Vaal River, to trade for skins, and he was attracted by the pecular clear ness and tranf parency of the pebble. He asked one of the children to show it to him, and after he had examined it lie was satisfied that it was a stone of somo value. The father, Van Niekirk by name, laughed when O'Reilly offered to buy the stone, and said that plenty of them could be found in the river. O'Reilly accepted the stone as a gift, and promised that if he succeeded in selling it he would give half of the proceeds to Van Niekirk toward the expenses of educating the girl, which was the Dutch farmer's greatest desire At Hope Town the stono was ex amined by many traders, but nobody supported O'Reilly in the belief that it was valuable, its size being too large. O'Reilly kept it carefully until he had time to send it to Dr. Athcrstone, a capable authority in Grahamstown, who said that it was a diamond of about twenty-two carats. Some time after ward Sir Philip Wodehouse, then Gov ernor of the Cape, bought tiie diamond for $2500. On his return to the Vaal, O'Reilly gave $1250 to the little girl, and asked her if she had any more peb bles. If the stone camo from the river, as Van Niekcrk had said, more must be there, O'Reilly argued, and he hired natives to collect for him all the trans parent stones they could find on the river bauks. Sackful after sackful were examined, but O'Reilly found only one more diamond—a four-earat stone. That is the story of the discovery of diamonds told by J. Thorburn in the Londou Graphic. It agrees with the authorities in describing children as the first finders, and it is probably true in regard to details, bc causo he was one of the men who went to the Vaal to search for diamonds after the news of O'Reilly's find had J been spread among the traders aud settlers. For three years after O'Reilly's find the banks of the river were washed for diamonds, but not many were found. The finding of some diamonds in the mud walls of a hartebeeste hi;', led to the opening of the dry diggings, Thorburn says, and soon tho most profitable search was in the grouud of the now famous Du Toits Pan, De Beers and liimberley mines.— New York Sun. He Hunts With Cats. Charles Walcott, a well known busi ness gentlemen of Indianapolis and a splendid rifle shot, has two cats which retrieve small game better than the best trained dog. One is a tiger striped, half Maltese cat, and the other is a cat of blac £, white and gray. Mr. Walcott also has a thoroughly trained retriever, aud tho cats and dog are inseparable com panions. Whenever Mr. Walcott makes his ap pearance with his ritle the cats set up a series of yowls, and when the rifle is sighted, for instance at a sparrow, the cats will crouch in eager expectation, lashing their sides with their tails and carefully watching every movement of the fated bird. If the bird lodges among the branches in its fall, like a flash the cats spring up tho tree, aud they will take great risks in reachiug the limbs to which it clings. Mr. Walcott is very foud of household pets. Tho first named cat came to him a stranger, and by that name she is known. The mother cat was accidentally taught to retrieve. While Mr. Walcot was in feeble health and confiucd to his premises he amused himself by shooting sparrows, which were given to Stranger to eat. In this way she came to follow him whenever she saw the gun. She will follow a wounded bird from tree to tree, and from house to house, for blocks away, and she seldom fails in retrieving it. The other cat is one of her progeny, and he caught the retrieving contagion from her. Both are excellent hunters. Mr. Walcott is firmly of the belief that if cats are properly trained they will make better retrievers than the finest dogs.— New York Journal. A Vegetable Restaurant. In London are vegetarian restaurants, one of whicti is called "The Apple-Tree." Its bill of fare is long and elaborate. You order "Saronuy Steak," with a truuiphant feeling that here, at last, the the cook lias been caught iu his own ambitious toils, aud beguiled into serv ing up flesh. A sort of browned cake is produced, and when one investigates, it offers a hint of many grains and vegeta bles, so cunningly mingled and so delic iously flavored, that neither eye nor tongue can distinguish form or distinct taste. A vegetable ragout sounds mar velously insipid, does it not? Yet when one has before him a steaming plate of tender youug carrots, turnips, and other spring benefactions, flavored with won drous herbs, he mutt bo an exacting man, indeed, if he is not content. From "The Apple-Tree" also are to be gathered delicious puddings of figs and dates, plates of fruit smothered in cream, and many-colored salads, which delight the eye and tickle tho palate.—Argo naut. Words are ever mighty to deceive. It makes a big difference whether a tramp or a hero cries, "Give me rest I"— PucL NO. 1. FAIR IS THE WORLD. Tender was spring, when sbyly ahocame wooing. Kissing to life the clods that long were dead; * 1 Bummer was fair, her generous aims pur* suing. Filling the world with garlands and with bread. Fair is the world, now lordly Antumn ruletb, With leaf and blossom rudely thrust away; Sweet is the air the sturdy north wind cooleth, And dog and gun take their awaited day. Keen is my joy, though sadly their lost petals The faithful asters drop upon the sod; Blithe is my heart, though grim the frosty cystals Lie cold upon the prostrate golden rod. Fair is the world, my buoyant youth recall ing. As deep into the woods I take my way; Fair is the world, though forest leaves are falling And moor and marsh and upland change to gray. For overhead the eager wild fowl greets me. And from the upland pipes the plover's cry. The saucy "scape" of startled jacksnipe meets me, And timorous hares to friendly cover fly. Yes! fair's the world, though Old Time turns the glass, And woods are bare of any bird that sings! For staunch old Bang goes "feathering" through the grass. And stirs the copse with whirr of hurrying wiugs. —Outing. lIUJIOR OF TUE DAY. A martial strain—The tug of wai _ Wages always appeal to man's hire na ture.—Pitthlurg Dispatch. The bright girl tries to make light of everything. — Dallas News. You can't estimate a nwn's liberality by what he thinks you ought to give.— . Ehnira Gazette. "What on earth is Ginks picking on the guitar?" "A quarrel, I should judge."— Puck. 1 The naves of a church do not com prise the rogues of the congregation.— Chicago Tribune. A good liar is better company than a truthful man with an impediment in his speech.— Drake's Magazine. "Time's up," as the workman an ! nounced when he fixed the hanging clock.— Baltimore American. i It is a great deal easier tc secure an in dorsement for a man's character than for his note.— Pittsburg Dbjiatch. The statement that a detective recently caught a cold has been received in sug ; gestive silence.— Binghnmton Leader. It takes a smart boy to tell a lie suc cessfully. If lie tells it unsuccessfully his father is apt to make him smart. —Provi dence Telegram. "Which one do you wish to marry?" "The younger sister." "Which one is she?" "I don't know. They both claim to be."— Brooklyn Life. Hicks—"What is political faith?"' j Wicks—"Merely a choice between the lies promulgated by the different par | ties."— Boston Transcript. | If all the people in the world were ex pert mind readers, how quickly the daily thoughts of most people would be radi cally improved.— Somerville Journal. Ths sumac has its flory glow, The maple has its flame, The elm tree has no red at all. But it's handsome just the same. —Boston Transcv.pt. The Arkansas rejected lover who is i suspected of having burned a bride's ! trousseau may have wished to be regarded as her old flame— Louisville Courier- Journal. Happy thought! Feeblewittlc sug gests that henceforth it be considered quite the proper thing to serve dropped eggs with pickcd-up dinners.— Detroit Free Prets. Professor Whackcni —"Who helped you to do these sums ?" Johnny Fizzle top—"Nobody sir." "What! nobody! Now don't lie. Didn't your brothei help you?" "No, he didn't help me; he did them all by himself."— Texai Si/tings. "After all," said the great man as he laid down the paper, "it is the living who suffer most when one of our number passes from this life." "Do you think so?" said his private secretary. "Yes; the survivors arc the onea who see the newspaper pictures."— Washington Post. An Objection Overcome: Ilojack— "lt is objected that now the Government rainmakers can produce a shower, they have no means of shutting the rain otl when we have had enough." Tomdik— "Oh, yes, they have. All they need to do is send up a lot of balloons loaded with dry sponges."— Brooklyn Life. Itissaidofa certain literary woman that she is never at loss for a reply, and never misses an opportunity to say a bright thing. One day, a friend was describing to her a noted artist, about whom her curiosity hail been greatly aroused, but whom she had never seen. "To begin with," remarked the friend, "he has a perfect Niagara of a forehead!" "What?" said the other; "do you mean to te'l me the poor man has a cataract over both eyes?"— Argonaut.
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