SULLIVAN JMS* REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XI. Sir George Trevelyan, Prime Minister Gladstone's Secretary for- Scotland, saya wa may read books, but we must read newspapers. There is said to be a distressing amount of lunacy in Ireland, the number of cases per 100,000 of population hav ing increased from 249 in 1880 to 35 5 in 1891. The demand for Percheron horses for export is so great that the purity of the breed is threatened, and a stud-book has been started iu France by which the pedigree may be preserved and the race kept up to the standard. About the last logging that will be done in Michigan, Wisconsin and other lumbering States, according to the Woodworker, will be that of reclaiming the millions of feet of sunken logs which now lie in the streams of those States. There are fourteen colored female teachers in the public school service of New York City. Two private kinder gartens and several day and evening schools arc also supported by colored women. These are all taught by colored teachers. The colored women in the public school service of Brooklyn ap proximate twenty. In the other cities there are very few colored women teach ers. It may be of interest to the supporters of the early closing movement to know that, according to a little pamphlet is sued for the guidance of commercial travelers, 632 towns in the United King dom recognize the early closing move ment in some form or another. There is no early closing day in Liverpool. In Manchester they close on Wednesday at two. Glasgow is marked as a town where they close daily at 8. General William L. Cabell, of Dallas, Texas, sends to the Baltimore Sun a roster of the surviving Generals of the Confederate Army, compiled from the most reliable data to be had to October 1, 1592. The number of general of ficers of all grades appointed and com missioned was 498. One hundred and two rose to the rank of Major-General and twenty-one rose to the rank of Lieutenant-General. General Joseph E. Johnston, six Major-Generals, and twenty-two Brigadier-Generals are re ported dead since January 1, 1891. One hundred and sixty-six•Generals survive. The Hartford (Conn.) Medical Asso ciation has adopted a resolution depre ciating the so-called medical contract system. The growth of this system, notes the New York Tribune, has been great during the last few years. In Hartford alone there are twenty socie ties which provide their members with medical attendance for a small annual fee, ranging from fifty cents to $3. One society got the doctors to bidding against eich other, and finally secured the ser vices of a doctor in good standing for 37± cents per capita. T.ie physicians who go into this sort of thing claim that it is remunerative and that their con nection with a society brings them out side practice. The superstition about the number thirteen being unlucky is put to multi plied te3t in the new twenty.five-cent pieces, notes the Now York Sun. On one side of the coin there are no less than ten repetitions of the number thir teen. There are thirteen stars, thirteen letters in the scroll held in the eagle's beak, thirteen marginal feathers in each wing, thirteen tail feathers, thirteen parallel lines in the shield, thirteen horizontal bars, thirteen arrow heads in one claw, thirteen leaves on the branch in the other claw, and thirteen letters in the words "quarter dollar." There hasn't seemed to be anything unlucky in the thirteen original States nor in the thirteen stripes on the flag, and now it remains to be seen if the man who gets bis pockets full of these new quarter dollars will be unlucky. The President has received a letter from William Hosea Ballou, of New York, urging him to ask authority of Congress for the issuance of invitations to the various mariue Nations to join with the United States in appointing delegates to an international conference for the amelioration of the condition of animal in shipment and quarantine: to formulate and recommend international laws for the punishment of steamship officers for cruelty of animals at sea, and to make steamship companies liable to damage to shippers for wanton destruc tion of and injury to animals in transit; to recommend new quarantine regula tions to replace those which at present require the cruel slaughter of cattle in quarantine before they have recuperated from long voyages and while still suffer ing from seasickness; and to suggest ways, means and regulations by which the lives of more than ten million dollars' worth of animals now anuually destroyed #t sea may be saved. LOVE MOST BB WON. Lore is not free to take, like son and air: Nor give away tor naught to any one. It is no common right for men to share- Like all things precious it is sought and won. Bo if another is more loved than you Say not, "It is unjust," but say: "If she Haa earned more love than I it is her due, When I deserve more it will come to me." But if your longing be for love indeed I'll teach you how to win it—a sure way; Love and be lovely, that is all you need, And what you wish for will be yours some day. —Susan Coolidge, in Household Companion. THE WAX FLOWERS. BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. "" fIOW beautiful, Lily! 11 I It seems as if 1 could I I almost smell the fra li-J 1 grance. I wish we H could afford to keep w&l * iCosK. them.'' "<fl( And little Mary Melbrook stood glee vWiaf 1 >i on ''P toe to ex * amine the delicate little bouquet of wax lilies of the valley that lay on the table—a chubby child of seven years. "You will be sure and take good care of Agnes while I am gono, Mary," said the thoughtful elder sister, glancing toward a worn lounge on which reposed the pale, slight form of a girl of thir teen. Agnes Melbrook was a cripple; yet you scarcely pitied her when you looked upon the happy serenity of her sweet, pale face. He who "tempers the wind to the shorn lamb" had given Agnes Melbrook patience to bear her affliction and Lily herself sometimes envied her young sister the unruffled peace of her daily life. Lillian Melbrook had been left sole guardian and protector of her two sis ters at the age of eighteen, and she had unhesitatingly assumed the charge. Dr«- Melbrook died suddenly, and on the investigation of his affairs, they proved to be so embarrassed that Lillian found herscll obliged to toil for he daily bread, and now was the time when her accomplishments proved themselves of use. "My dear," said the head partner of the great jewelry firm of Gold & Jett, i "you may bring as many of your wax | flowers here as you please, and I'll sell 'em for you without a cont of comtnis- j sion. You needn't goto thanking me now; I should be a cold-hearted old j fellow, indeed, if I weren't willing to I do as much as that for Roger Melbrook's ' daughter." Lily looked very protty as she sped through the frosty October sunshine, I with glowing cheeks and fresh lips j slightly apart, to put her little bouquet on exhibition. She was small and plump, with peach-red cheeks, hair of the real flaxen gold and soft gray eyes, whose appealing glance spoke to you with an irresistible charm; and her sim ple dress of some drab worsted fabric, trimmed with bars oi scarlet velvet ribbon, set off her beauty with artistic contrast. "I ought to have five dollars for this little bouquet," thought Lily. "L-Jtme see—two dollars for rent and and a dol lar for more wax, and I shall liavo two dollars left for Mary's cloth coat. Only two dollars—oh, if wo were only rich again!" Lily sighed involuntarily. It was very bard to live upon the slender wages of , her work; and a woman fighting the | battle of life alone strives at a fearful disadvantage. But she thought of Agnes, uncomplaining aud serene upon her couch of suffering, and of little Mary, eager in her studies, that she may one day be able to teach, and thereby "help sister Ltly," and re solved to harbor not one repining thought. All of a sudden, as she 'glanced up- { ward, a familiar face seemed to flash | across her vision—a dark, bronzed face, with pleasant hazel eyes, and a puzzled, half-recognizing expression. "Major Draper!" she murmured,look ing around almost bewildered. And then, as the tall form, borne uncon sciously forward by the ierowd, seemed to pause and hestitate, she drew the ! vail over her face and darted down a side street—why, she could hardly have told herself, except that Major Draper , bad known them in the days of their | prosperity, and Lily Melbrook—over j sensitive, perhaps—shrank from meeting , him again. "I thought he had gone to Spain!" I soliloquized Liiy, with throbbing heart. "I am sure some oue told us he was liv ing in Madrid!" The crimson flushed softly over Lily's cheek, as she remembered the note she had found, in Major Draper's handwrit ing, among her deceased father's papers —a note asking for permission to woo ! Lily Melbrook as his wife—and the copy of her father's reply. Dr. Melbrook had discountenanced the whole thing with out once submitting it to his daughter's decision. "Lily was too young—he did not wish such things put iu her head. Major Draper, though unexceptionable in every respect, was too much Lily's senior—he must beg respectfully to de cline the honor," etc. "I was only sixteen then," thought Lily, "and yet. Major Draper could not have been more than thirty, and he was very handsome, and winning in his manners." And Lily thought for one fleeting mo ment how pleasant it would have been, could she, as Angus Draper's wife, have offered a luxurious home to Agnes and little Mary. ••How foolish I am to build such ab surd castles in the air I" was her reso lute ultimatum, and she carried her tiny bouquet to Gold & Jett's and came home again to the dingy house in the second rate street, resolved to dreaut do more LA PORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 13. 1893. delusive visions of what might have been. "I don't think I'll settle on the brace let to-day. The turquois ft so pretty that really I can't decide between that and the topaz." Miss Fontaine sauntered gracefully toward the door, with her father and Major Draper in attendance. '•Upon my ward,' said Mr. Fontaine, with a grimace expressive of relief, "I begin to think you never could tear yourself away from the contemplation of these trinkets, and it grows late. What now, Helena?" For the spoiled beauty had paused again in front of the glass show-cases. "Ob, papa, see thore lilies of the val ley in waxl Aren't they exquisite, with their tiny bells and deep green leaves 1 They are just what I want for the draw ing room etagere. How much are they?" she questioned, turning to the clerk. "Five dollars, ma'am." "Papa, buy them for me! And oh, papa, wouldn't a wreath of them, under glass, be lovely for a wedding present to Stephania Wyllys? Where do you get them?" "They are made by a young lady, an acquaintance of Mr. Gold's, ma'am," said the clerk. "Any order you may choose to leave—" "Yes—well, tell her to make a circu lar garland, large enough to be an orna ment to a parlor table. And 1 must have them by Wednesday, without fail." "Certainly, ma'am," assented the clerk, entering the order in a portly manuscript volume. "I'm so glad I thought of it," lisped the lady, turning to Major Draper. "I was so puzzled what to give Stephania. Come; I really think I am through now." And she entered Major Draper's car riage with the step of a queen, quite unconscious that the gentleman himself appeared bored and anxious, in spite of Mr. Fontaine's efforts to entertain and amuse him. Helena Fontaine was handsome, in her haughty, Cleopatra-like way—a golden haired girl, with a dazzling complexion of snow and carmine, almond-shaped blue eyes, and lips as velvet-fresh as the heart of a fiery pomegranate flower. And Helena Fontaine had always bad her own way through life, and now that she had settled in her royal mind tiiat she would like Angus Draper for a hus band, she no more thought it possible for her to be thwartod than she deemed it possible for the sun to rise in the west. "I like him—oh. ever so much better than Frank Falkland or Felix Downes," thought Helena, the evening she met him at the first of a series of tableaux vivants, "and I'll have him!" So Mr. Fontaine, hawing beon given to understand his daughter's new freak, invited Major Draper dinner, and drove with him in the Central Park, and surrounded him with the moat delicate attentions and invisible snares of cordial hospitality. Angus Draper's nature was too per ceptive not to see through the flimsy strategies. He smiled moodily to him self. "What matters it?" he mused. '.'lf she likes me, I may as welt marry her as any one else. I never saw but one whom I really fancied, and she—" But there Angus Draper's soliloquies invariably stopped. It was nearly a week subsequently that Miss Helena Fontaine sat in her dress ing room, the victim of a very bad tem per. "It's too bad!" pouted Helena, as she jerked the the curl papers out of her magnificent golden hair. "I wish he'd propose, if he's going to I I wonder how long he's to be about it, and I missing the best chances of the season ! Angeliquel" Her maid appeared, with a startled air, at the imperative peal of Miss Fon taine's little silver bell. ••Yes, mademoisellef" "Have Oold & Jett sent home that wreath of lilies of the valley ?'' "No, mademoiselle." "Send papa here!" Mr. Fontaine obeyed his daughter's summons. "Papa," began Helena, frowning un til her pretty forehead looked as if it were quilted, '-that wreath has not come home from Gold & Jett's, and Stephania Wyllys is to bo married to morrow I" "Well, my dear, I dou't really see what we can do about it." "But Idol You must go there at once, and if it isn't done, get the young woman's address, and hurry her up." "But Helen, I am particularly en gaged—" "I can't help it; I must have the flowers I" Mr. Fontaine knew better than to in cur any more decided demonstration of his daughter's wrath; he turned away without a remonstrance. "Draper," he said to the gentleman he met at the club rooms, "I wish you would get them wax (lowers fcr Helena. She has quite set her heart on them, and I haven't time to attend to the business. They will give you the address at Gold & Jett's." "I shall be very nappy to oblige Miss Fontaine," said Major Draper, mechani cally. He sauntered into Gold & Jett's. "No, the wreath ordered by Miss Fontaine had not yet been sent. They were very sorry—the young lady was generally more punctual." "Wbat is the address?" "Number Grow street, second floor." Angus Draper had got nearly half way i to Grow street before he recollected that I he had forgotten to ask the young per son's name. "Very awkward of me," deliberated the Major, "but I suppose I can ask for the wax-flower maker." No. Grow street was a rusty red brick house, with that forlorn look about it which so plainly individualizes most tenement houses. A Dlumy little sirl waa nursing a co lossal baby on the step. To her Major Draper addressed himself. "Does a young person live'here who makes wax flowers?" he asked. "Ob, yes, sir; that's Aggie'a sister. It's the second floor, sir; the last door aa you turn to the right." Major Draper thanked his small infor mant and ascended the oil cloth stairs. The next moment he tapped at the "last door as you turn to the right." "Come in," a soft voice answered and he found himself in a neat, though scan tily furnished room, where a girl of eighteen sat at a table busily engaged in making waxeu blossoms, while a yonnp girl lay on a lounge beyond, busi' some light needle work. Lily Melbrook glanced up, exf -~g no more dignified guest than the land lord ; but her cheek grew scarlet I "Major Draper?" "Miss Melbrook, can it be possible that this is you?" Explanations followed, and more ex planations still, and somehow the wreath cf lilies of the valley was entirely for gotten 1 We think it will hardly be necessary to relate all the conversation if we give the closing sentences. "Then I may take you away from this life of toil and privation next month? Oh, Lily, if you but knew how I have pined to call you my wife! And Agnes and little Mary shall be as dear to me as if they were sisters in very truth 1" Whatever Lily said, she didn't say "no," and Major Draper went back to Miss Fontaine's with the lilies, which were fortunately remembered just in time. "You've been a long time," com mented Miss Fontaine, rather ungracious ly. "What was the price?" "The price I" Major Draper felt him self flush. "I never thought of the price. Anything—nothing. The fast is, Miss Helena, I have this morning met, in the manufacturer of these wax flowers, a very dear friend." "Indeed 1" "And I shall hope soon to present her to you as my wife." Helena Fontaine's surprise was a very genuine, if not a very agreeable sensa tion, but she retained sufficient presence of mind to congratulate Major Draper rather coldly. "And it's all owing to Stephanie's lilies of the valley!" sobbed Helena, when the Major was gone. "I wish I never had thought of them!" Yes, it was all owing to the lilies of the valley, and Lily Melbrook thanked heaven for it, in her pure young heart.— New York Weekly. Universal Lore of Flowers. "Flower missions" aren't popular with hard-headed men; they seem al together too fanciful aud sentimental to be of any use to the people whom they endeavor to reach; they aren't. Toe idea that the more poorer and more crowded a class of human beings are the loss they care for anything but food and drink, comes handy to anyone who wishes to close his heart and pocket against appeals from all sorts of missions; but so far as flowers are concerned, I've recently learned that it doesn't work. Not long ago I brought into New York City, writes John Habberton, a great cluster of common gaiden flowers to give to a friend; I had to pass through one of the worst parts of the city, and just at that time and near me, there was a street fight, an organ grinder with a monkey and a breakdown of a wagon loaded with apples; yet I soon found my handful of flowers the principal at traction. Men and women looked ad miringly and longingly; a drunken tramp braced up and walked beside me, and soon I found myself followed by scores of street children whose manners would have been creditable to a model Sunday-rchool, "Gimme a flower, mis ter?" asked one after another. In two or three minutes they got the whole lot, and, instead of fighting over them, those who got none clustered peacefully and admiringly about the lucky ones. Then I began to look around me, and in the windows of two blocks of a tene ment-house street I saw more flowers than are on all Filth avenue.—Once A Week. The Feeding Habits of Serpents. Since the month of Augnit of 1885, the Garden of Plants, of Paris, has been in possession of a South American boa which has been the object of some in teresting observations on the part of Mr. Vaillant, especially as regards its ali mentation. This serpent is at least twenty feet in length. From the time of its reception by the gardeu up to the end of the year 1891 it has taken food thirty-four times, that is to say, on an average of five times a year, the interval between its meals varying from twenty-eight to 204 days. ! The animal regulates its own meals, manifesting its hunger by a characteristic uneasiness. Its food has almoat always consisted of goats of small size, although on three occasions it has taken rabbits, and.on one occasion a goose. The largest animal that it has swallowed is a kid weighing twenty-six pounds, repre senting about a sixth of its own weight. It is well known, however, that ser pents are capable of swallowing animals almost as large as themselves, and at the menagerie of the museum, a few years ago, a horned viper was caught in the act of swallowing a French viper, ite companion in captivity, which was a little larger than itself. The horned viper did not appear in any way to suf fer from its meal. As for the digestive function, that is relatively rapid, for the lesidua of it are generally evacuated at a single time, after each meal, and at the end of but a lew days.—Scientific American. There's Money in Turtles. There i« more money in a Texas turtle than in a Texas steer. It costs nothing to raise a turtle, and he weighs, when full grown, from 400 to 650 pounds, and sells for mote money per pound than a steer. The herds of turtles at Aran sas Pass, their priucipal grazing ground, show no diminution.—Atlanta Journal. SCIENTIFIC AK» *">CSTBIAL. The diamond drill is pointed with black diamond*. All twisted boring tools are said to be of American invention. A cure for lumpy jaw, says Secretary Rusk, is iodide of potassium. In a recent parade in Yonngstown, Ohio, the search lights were operated by threshing engines. Aij,.' rprising scientist has discov ered t a liberal use of soap is a sure pre* )t the cholera. _ being taken to establish tele immunication between Den — Sweden, under the sound. It is said that a little tungsten added to pure aluminium obviates all difficulty from attacks by water, salt or otherwise. A new signal telegraph consists of electric lights for the signals and a key board that works the lights according to the Morse system. Some recent investigators claim that weetness and fragrance of the verj i 'ter is due to a certain beneficent s, acteria. esent day most heavy tunnel w J by machine drills, driven by edair, which also serves to ve e works. <m sheets will make a much m. ,ble and satisfactory roofing tl i copper, now generally used in v buildings. ■' .deity will be successfully applied tc oad locomotives within the coni i elve months, all claims to the con trary notwithstanding. The electric street cjrs of Albany, N. Y., are provided with an automatic de vice that shows the name of each street just before it is reached. Adulterated rubber is a recent discov ery. A dry farina flour is mixed with milk of the rubber tree, after which it is smoked and dried by the usual process. Chlorine gas, decomposed from sea water by means of electrical machines, is employed for disinfecting the hold, storeroom, etc., of vessels of the Italian navy. Some of the English pumping engines perform work equaling the raising of 120,000,000 pounds one foot high by the consumption of one hundredweight of coal. Wonderful improvements in iron and steel making are promised, which will greatly reduce the cost, and increase the use of these metals in all of the indus tries and arts. Joseph B. Strauss, of Cincinnati, claims to have perfected an electrical signalling device by which a fireman at a large nozzle can communicate with the man in charge of the fire engine. It is proposed to erect an electric over head road from the Chicago Poacoffice to the Exposition grounds, to transmit the mail at a high rate of speed. The road will be built over the tops of the houses. The facility and speed with which temporary field telegraph lines may be constructed and operated is shown by General Greely, who tells of a corps working for the International Boundary Commission, which set upand took down a telegraph line thirty-five miles long in three days. An English firm is introducing an in genious safety device for use in electric generating plants. When the curicnt in any circuit is too great, a compound metal strip bends till it breaks a mer cury contact. There is also a small wire fuse so that no sparking takes place. The mercury contact is under oil. Discovered the Art of Canning. A paper in Philadelphia lately printed a tale about a party of American travel ers digging in the ruins of Pompeii and finding jars of figs which had been sealed up during the first century of the Chris tian era; and the figs were just as fresh as when canned 1800 years ago. Prob ably the figs were placed by some French man or Yankee who saw a chance to make a few dollars or francs out of the gullible sightseers. Canning fruits in hermetically sealed jars is quite a modern discovery, made by one M. Appert, of France. In 1806 he persuaded the French Government' ■> test his preserved soups, meats and fruits in the navy, and all were such a success in long voyages that in 1809 he received a handsome bounty or prize for his discovery, which was soon given out free to all who might wish to try preserving fruits and vege tables in jars or cans. M. Appert's pam phlet was also translated into English and published in this country by a book seller in Wall street, New York, in 1812; and this little work became the guide as well as foundation of an industry which has become of late years of immense im portance and value to the people of all civilized countries. —New York Tribune. The Sense of Touch. A curious scientist, who has been giv ing careful attention to the matter, says that man's sense of touch, or feeling, resides almost wholly in the skin and in those parts of the body, as the lips and the tongue, that are most exposed, while some of our most important organs, the heart, for instance, and the brain, are quite insensible to touch, thus showing that not only are nerves necessary for the sensatioD, but also the special end organs. The curious fact was noticed with the greatest astonishment by Har vey, wbc, while treating a patient for an abscess that caused a large cavity in his side, found that, when he put his fingers into this cavity, be could actually take hold of the heart without the pa tient being in the least aware of what he was doing. This so interested Harvey that he brought Ring Charles I.to the man's bedside that "he might himself behold and touch so extraordinary a thing." In certain operations a piece ot skin is removed from the forehead to the nose, and it is stated that the patient, oddly enough, feels as if the new nasal part were still in his forehead and may have a headache in his note.—New Or leans Picayune, Terms—sl.oo in Adranoe; 81.25 after Three Months. THE OCEAN'S GRAVEYARD. THE SARGASSO SEA. THE CENTER OF ATLANTIC CURRENTS. An Immense Area ot Water Which la Covered With Floating Wrecks and Other Strange Objects. ~1 ~T OR several years past the Hydro -I=/ graphic Bureau nt Washington | hag been trying to acquire a ~Q~ more intimate knowledge of the movements of the waters of the ocean and a great number of bottles, contain ing messages and securely corked, have been dropped overboard by vessels. Many of these have floated thousands of miles before they were picked up, and, while some were washed upon native and foreign shores, others havo found their way into the great Sargasso Sea. From the courses taken by these different bot tles it has been found that the ocean currents move around in a vast circle. Those which were dropped overboard on the American coast took a northerly course, while those on the European side floated toward the south. Bottles dropped overboard in the North Atlan tic started toward the northeast, and those from the African and Spanish coast floated almost directly west until they reached the West India Islands. The general directions of the currents were thus ascertained, showing that the waters acted upon by winds and cur rents circulated round and round like a pool. In all pools floating objects are quickly cast outside of the revolving currents, or they are carried .- ; th them in their circular route for sc - time, until they are washed nearer 112 centre or side of the pool. The bottiea .hat were forced outside of the currents of the ocean were cast upon the shores of some coun try, but those which were worked toward the centre eventually found their way in the calm waters of the Sargasso Sea. Here they remain peacefully until picked up by some vessel, or until some storm casts them back into the great pool. Vessels very rarely visit the fjreat sea in the middle of the ocean, but occasion ally they are driven there by storms or adverse winds. Strange sights meet the gaze of the sailors at such times. Won derful stories—partly true and partly false—have been told by sailors return ing from a forced trip to the vast Sar gasso Sea. The surface of the sea is covered with floating wrecks, spars, sea weed boxes, fruits, and a thousand other innumerable articles. It is the great re pository or storehouse of the ocean, and all things which do not sink to the bot tom or are not washed upon the shores are carried to this centre of the sea. When one considers the vust number of wrecks on the ocean, and the quantity of floating material that is thrown over board, a faint idea of the wreckage in the Sargasso Sea may l>e conceived. Derelicts, or abandoned vessels, fre quently disappear in mysterious ways, and no accounts are given of them for years by passing vessels. Then suddenly, years later, they appear again in some well-traveled route to the astonishment of all. The wrecks are covered with mould and green slime, showing the long, lonesome voyage which they have passed through. It is generally sup posed that such derelicts have been swept into the centre of the pool and remained in the Sargasso Sea until tinally cast out by some unusually violent storm. The life in this sea is interesting. Sol itary and alone the acres of waters, cov ered with the debris, stretch out as the vast graveyard of the ocean, seldom being visited by vessels or human beings. Far from all trading routes of vessels, the sight of a sail or steam vessel is something unusual. The fishes of the sea form the chief life of these watery soli tudes. Attracted by the vast quantities of wreckage floating in the sea, and also by the gulfweed on which many of them live, they swarm around in great num bers. The smaller fishes live in the in tricate avenues formed by the seaweed, and the more ferocious denizens of the deep come hither to feed upon the quan tities of small fish. In this way the sub marine life of the Sargasso Sea is made interesting and lively. The only life overhead is that made by a few sea birds, which occasionally reach the solitudes of this mid-ocean cemetery. A few of the long flyers of the air penetrate to the very middle of the ocean, but it is very rarely that this occurs. Some have been known to follow vessels across the ocean, keeping at a respectful distance from the stern. Other birds have been swept out to sea by storms, and have finally sought reluge in the Sar gasso Sea. Still others, taking refuge on some derelict, have been gradually car ried to the same midocean scene. There is sufficient food floating on the surface, or to be obtained from the fishes which live among the forests of seaweed, to support a large colony of birds. It is surmised that many of those found in the sea have inhabited those regions for years, partly from choice, and partly from necessity. Birds swept out there by storms would not care to venture the long return trip to land, and finding an abundance of food and wrecks on which to rest and rear their young, they might easily become content with their strange lot. Just how far the strong-wingf sea birds can fly without resting is conjectural, but it is doubtful if many of them would undertake such a long journey saaward with no better prospects ahead than dreary wastes of water.— Detroit Free Press. A Floating Hotel. A strange craft recently launched at Bath, Me., for use in Florida, and which will shortly be in New York, if the floating hotel, J. S. Danforth. It is in tended lor service on Florida rivers. It has three keels, is 125 feet long and thirty feet btam, and draws twenty-five inches of water. It will accommodate seventy-five persons and will be the floating home of hunters and fishermen who visit Florida.—New Orleans Picayune. NO. 14. remember. Remsmber, when the timid dawn uncloses Her —it'" palace to the sun's bright beams; Remember, when the pensive night reposes Beneath her silvery veil in tender dreamt. When pleasure calls thee, when the heart is light, When to sweet fancies shade invites at night, List, through the deep woods ring Sweet voices murmuring;— Remember! Remember, when Fate's cold hand has broken For aye the tie that bound my life with thine; When, with long years and exile, grief un spoken, Despairing heart and blasted hopes are mine, Think of my sad love, think of my last adieu; Absence and time are naught when love is true. Long as my heart shall beat Ever it shall repeat— Remember! Remember, when beneath the cold ground Jying, My broken heart forever is at rest, Remember, when some lonely flower is trying Its petals soft to open on my breast, Thou wilt not see me, but my soul, set free, Faithful in death, shall return to thee, Then hark to the sad moans If a deep voice groans— Remember I —Alfred De Musset. HUMOR OP THE DAT. In the soup—Meat. Pretty well off—The leaves. A blind man—The shutter manufac turer. A man of might is too often a man of wont.—Puck. Horse sense seems to consist in the ability to say "Nay." All work and no play makes Jack a dull old millionaire.—Puck. The spur of the moment is about as dangerous as the pistol that isn't loaded. —Truth. "What makes Rustler so round-shoul dered?" "Oh, he's trying to make both ends meet." "Eyes operated on at two dollars a week," as the cook said when she wa* paring potatoes.—Dansville Breeze. If strict ideas ever come. That Boston lady had 'em. She never said "chrysanthemum," She said "chrysanthe-madam." -Life. "She is very distant in her manner." "Distant! Why, her disposition is so freezing that she is constantly taking cold from it." Old Lady—"lf I had your face do you know what I would do?" Beggar— "No'm." Old Lady—"l'd wash it."— New York Herald. "It is dreadful, Maria, that you always will have the last word." "Please, ma'am, how am I to know that you have nothing more to say?" By the way,isn't it a little late for Lieu tenant Peary to start for the North Pole? Is it generally understood that the pole; arc closed.—Boston Herald. Is he a business man? Of course; And constant are his labors; He in a village lives, and tends The business of his neighbors. —Yankee Blade. He—"ls this the first time you've ever been in love,darliug?" She (thought lessly)—" Yes, but it's so nice that I hope it won't be the last I"—Tid-Bits. Barbers, it cxa not be deniel Are honest fellows—'jut Wnene'er they chance to cut your hide They try to hide your cut. —Puck. "There, mnuma," said the small boy as he gazed at the dromedary, "that must be the camel that had the last straw put on its back."—Washington Star. Knowitt—"Animals are naturally of a quarrelsome disposition. As the poet says, dogs delight to bark and bite." Howitt—"Yes, and even the oyster of ten gets into a broil." "I've been working hard all day," said the music-teacher, as he entered the parlor of his boarding house. "Well, now you can play a while," replied Cub bison as he vacated the piano-stool.— Judge. The Husband—"You're not economi cal." The Wife—"Well, if you don't call a woman economical who saves her wedding drass for a possible second mar riage I'd like to know what you think economy is."—Mercury. He wrote a story, very short, "Accepted. Quite a hit." But it was very, very long, Before they printed it. Detroit Free Press. Suitor—"Madam, I love you!" Wid ow—"That's an old story." Suitor— "l adore you!" Widow—"A hackneyed phrase." Suitor—"l cannot live with out you and wish to marry you." Wid ow—"An original idea at last; yes, I like that."—Mercury. Mr. Wade, a husband who deserves canonization, once mentioned to his wife a tragic circumstance that he had read that day in the newspaper. A passenger a transatlantic steamer had fallen 'mid-ocean, and had never a. "Was he drowned?" »do. "Oh, no; of course not," satu v Wade; "but he sprained his ankle, I bolieve."—Argonaut. Five Hillt >n Heath* iu a Cenlury. A French paper amuses its readers by employing the ser vie as of a distinguished arithmetician, in order to discover the number of persons who die in a century; his calcu'ation embraces the whole world. Ho has taken at a basis the number now living, and thus srrivss at the conclusion that the number of deaths in the wholo world duriug a century amounts to -1,847,500,000. Pretty fig ures these, but only within the means of Rothschilds to take into exact considera tion as to their meaning.
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