"TOWARD A FAR LAND." Toward a far land, whoso dream discovered shore Oar hearts do hope for, we are sailing on; The way is dark, and mutinous thoughts. Protest against the voyage and implore The waster. Faith, to search the sea no more For unknown lands. We soon are set upon By winds and waves of doubt, that make us The awful vastness of what lies before. But, oh, my brothers, bear abounding trust. And fearless Faith will doubting crew dis may; So was Columbus tried by thoughts unjust, Who found u world, while seeking for away That would be shorter, from Spain's heat and j dust. To the fair gardens of far famed Cathay] —William S. Lord in Kate Field's Washington. ! SANDY'S BESSIE. One beautiful afternoon a few days ! after Davie Gillespie's visit I turned into j Second avenue from a cross street to see Sandy Mac Nab about some committee business for a Caledonian club picnic. Just before 1 reached the shoeshop, how ever, a little girl emerged from the throng of passersby and entered the door. She was a thin, pale, puny child of the kind the cities breed, stoop shouldered, narrow chested, ill nour ished, almost untaught except in the hard school of experience. I lingered outside a moment, waiting for Sandy to dispose of his customer before entering, but as the little girl did not appear 1 opened the door. "Fifty cents; fifty cents," Sandy was shouting as I stepped inside. "Canna ye understan that, ye puir heathen? Fifty cents." He was standing before his bench, ges ticulating, with a pair of newly soled shoes, two sizes too small for the girl, who stood in a mutely submissive atti tude before him. Sandy has always res olutely disdained learning any foreign tongue. If the "braid Scots' deealect," isn't good enough for his customers they can go elsewhere. "Meine mutter ist todt," began the child's gentle, uncomplaining voice, "und" "Come hither, Owen," cried the old man impatiently. "Can ye tell what is't the lass wants?" The girl told me her story. Her mother was dead. She was the oldest of four children, and had seen eighteen years, though she looked but fourteen. She and two other children had got work— tailor's piecework—and they were all living somehow, but it was very hard. She had the money for mending the shoes, but the neighbors had told her that "der Herr Mac Nab" was such a kind hearted man, and so The look of puzzled inquiry in Sandy's face changed to tender regard as I trans lated. Before 1 had finished he was nodding his head energetically in token of compliance and wrapping up the shoes in a sheet of newspaper. Then he put them into the girl's hands and gently pushed her toward the door. "Ach! Du iieber Gott!" said the child, and dropping a reverent Old World courtesy, she turned to go. "Whaur are ye leevin, lass?" said Saudy, following her to the door. I ex plained the query, and she gave him an address near by. Sandy tucked a crum pled bank note into her hand, and as he put a pinch of Maccaboy to his nostrils a moment later I thought I saw his hand i dodging suspiciously about his eyes. The girl looked at the bill in a dazed sort of away for a moment, and then dropped another courtesy, this time to the door of the shop, and was gone. "Puir mitherless bairns," said Sandy, as ho began a loud rat-tat 011 the sole of a shoe. Presently he paused and in quired, "What said she as shegaed oot?" "She said, 'Ah, thou dear Godl'" I re plied. "It was a prayer of thankfulness." "Puir bairn! puir bairn!" said Sandy, stopping bis work to take another pinch of snuff. "She pits the proud an michty to shame wi' her simple faith. An I ca'd her a heathen! lad, it's a sair warl for bairns desertit by their j ain kin. Think o't, mon! In o' this | great ceety four little anes fechtin wi' | want an poverty an hummer by their lane in a garret, the prey o the evil an de signin, scorn'd by them that's 110 their betters, neglectit by the powerfu', except byway o' robbery, wi' ne'er a sicht of ! the fiels an wavin woods o' the bonny country or the wash o' the sea; withoot time or strength for childish play—eh, Owen. What if my Janet—na, na, bet ter as she is, puir little one, unner the sod i' the kirkyard that leevin sae be set," and Sandy dropped his head into his hands. 1 had never heard him allude before to his wife and daughter long dead in Linlithgow. "It's an owre lang tale to tell," said Sandy, after a moment's pause, seeming to find a gentle comfort in speech of his loved and lost ones, "but I'se cut it ' short i' the tellin. Ne'er a mon in a' Scotia was so blithe as Alexander Mac- Nab the day that made bonny Bessie liis bride, nor for mony a year after. The bairnies cam', two o' them, but wee Sandie deed in infancy an ainly Bess was left to cheer the little hame an' mak' bright the ingle neuk. Yet, still we were happy, sae happy, till Bes sie—she was ne'er strong, nor her mither —seemed to weaken, day by day, an fade oot an waste awa', till her face was pale an clear wi the awfu' whiteness o' the great hereafter shinin through the vail o' flesh. Eh, she suld ha' made a bonny angvll" Here Sandy paused abruptly, and for some minutes sat silently brooding over the past. I did not interrupt him, an I presently he began to speak again in a low, tremulous voice: "Sae she went, lad. Better so, per haps, in a' the purity of childhood. An the wife was like a bruised and broken flow'r that droopt an droopt weel. An i' the kirkyard they were sune side by side, an a' was pit dark as nicht to me. Frien's o' my youth, who had lang syne leevit i' the new lan', begged me sair to come to them, an sae, as all the warl' was the same to my reft hairt, I cam' an here I hae leeved my lane, waiting till the Lord is pleased o' his infinite niaircy to ca' me to my ain. A' wounds heal ? citfie, they Ray, an five-and-twenty year Is lang eneuch, but the scar's wi' rae yet, Owen, the scar's wi' me yet, an will be till my deeing day, an I canna see a Wee bairn warslin wi' this wicked warl' ! like the puir Dutch lass, but I maun ; think: 'Hoo, if 'twere Bess? My ain wee Bessie':'" And the old man, dashing his hand across his eyes to clear away a mist that was not all of age, drew from his inner vest pocket one of those old fashioned daguerreotype cases that used to be so common 011 country house een ter tables twenty years ago and handed it to me. I opened it, and after turning the case this way and that to avoid the reflection from the glassy syrface, saw two dimly outlined faces, the mother's and daughter's, looking at each other. It was impossible to get much idea of what they were in life, but I looked at them as one would look at a strange face in a coffin and then handed back the case J in silence. Just then the door was flung open and a number of men entered the room, their forms but dimly discernible in the dusk which had fallen upon us unheeded. "Why, it's Langdon," said one, ad- | vancing with an exclamation of sur prise. "I suppose you've got everything . all arranged for the picnic, Sandy?" "No," said I, hastily interposing, "we j have not been talking about the picnic at all. That's what 1 came for, but Mr. Mac Nab has been telling all about the old days in Scotland, and we hadn't really got down to business yet." Sandy bustled about to light a couple of gas jets as 1 spoke, and when he had finished he slowly returned, thankful, 1 was sure, for the moment's respite. "I'm thinkin," said he slowly, "that I s'all 11a gae to the picnic." "Not go to the picnic!" said young MacGowan in astonishment. "Why, uncle, how can that be? What would the picnic be without you?" "Aye, lad, it's kind o' you to speak sae, but I'm owre auld for sic tricks. I canna pit the stane, nor hurl the caber, nor rin, nor loup, nor warsle, nor step a hielan fling. Young folk s'uld be blithe an merry an auld folk s'uld stay haine. Dinna mind me, lad, but go your wayf^." "He's thinkin o' his bairn, puir Sandy," whispered Rob Mackenzie in my ear.—Owen Langdon in New York Recorder. Tlie Glass Sponges. Did you ever carefully examine one of the so called "glass sponges?" The most delicate and beautiful of these perhaps is the Venus flower basket, which is found only in the deep sea near the Phillipine islands. It looks for all the world like spun glass woven into an intricate pattern, and is so delicate and exquisite that one can hardly believe it to be nothing but the skeleton of a sponge. This particular species of sponge is composed of bands of spicules running lengthwise from end to end, with cross bands intersecting at right angles. Be fore they are thoroughly skeletonized , the corners of the squares formed by the crossbands are filled with a brown jelly like substance, which reduces the spaces to little tubelike holes. The edges of these little holes project slightly above the general surface of the sponge and give it the appearance of being dotted with miniature volcanic craters. The ridges, instead of having their surfaces made up of a continuous glassy skeleton, have their soft sub stances supported by whole multitudes of delicate microscopic, six rayed spic ules.. 111 some instances these fragile spicules seem to be supported, or at least held in place, by little hooked stars and rosettes. In its natural state the whole of the Venus flower basket is covered with tine hairs, the mouth being kept closed by a net of fino glasslike needles. Captain Simmons' men found the flow er basket fastened to a rock by a handle carefully attached to the basket in four different places, and the divers of the Exile brought up one specimen that rested on the top of a marble pedestal which at some time had been lost in the harbor at Najaja.—St. Louis Republic. Peter Cooper's Cherry Table. There is in the city of Brooklyn at the house of Mrs. A. A. Golden a table, the history of which, without doubt, will in terest many an old New Yorker. It was made by Peter Cooper, which lends it the more interest. It was at this table that he and his wife ate their first dinner after they were married. In appeaiwnce it is much smaller than the modern dining table. It has two leaves and two end pieces that are at tached to the leaves by hinges. In all it is about four feet square. The legs are long and slender. The wood is of cherry, and, old as the table is, so carefully has it been kept by Mrs. Golden there is no Bign of scratch or mar on it. In his early ventures Peter Cooper was often unsuccessful. It was in 1816, when he was living at Hempstead, Long Is land, that ho failed in business. A few days after his failure he held an auction sale of his household goods, among them being this table. Mrs. Mary Golden, a mother-in-law of Mrs. A. A. Golden, bought it for a few dollars. She after ward used it as a dinner table. At her death, in 1855, she willed it to the pres ent owner, Mrs- A. A. Golden. The ta ble is one which Mr. Cooper made with his own hands, and, it is said, valued it very highly.—Exchange. An Experiment with a ij e . ! A bee flies much in the same way as j a pigeon-—that is to say, it first takes an j upward spiral flight into the air, and I then darts straight for the object in view. Now an experimenter on insect nature once covered a bee's eye with paint, and sent it into the air; instead of darting straight off after rising, it con tinued to ascend.—Pearson's Weekly. A ltet rug re MM ion. A man who has kept an account of the number of kisses exchanged with his wife since their union consents to its publication as follows: First year, 36,500; second year, 16,000; third year, 8,650: fourth year, 180; fifth year, 2. He theu left off keepbig the record.—Exchange. ASH BARREL PHILOSOPHY, Tlie Comedy and Tragedy of a Household Recalled by Its Receptacle for Deluis. Aii ash barrel overflowing with house hold refuse! Not a very tempting object, but a vol ume of philosophy is stowed away among the curious debris of this fat receptacle 011 the curbstone. Near the top is a bit of dainty fabric—a mere fragment of a woman's handkerchief. It lias fluttered in the brisk sea breeze of Newport or Long Branch, a pretty vehicle of gay flirtations. A sad spectacle it is now with its torn and soiled lace edging. Be neath this relic of the flown summer lies the ferruled end of a heavy walking stick—the gift of a fond mamma to her fair haired boy, who is considered a great swell among his fellow chappies. The cane was a bit out of fashion when the youngster's mother presented it, and "the fellows of the club," you know, guyed him about the tftick. In a fit of anger he broke the thing over his knee (a wondrous feat of strength), and it found its way next morning to the ash barrel. Peeping from beneath a broken fruit dish is the tiny toe of a dilapidated patent leather boot. The graceful lines of a feminine foot are still there, despite the Bhabbiness. Do you think this san dal of a modern Venus still remembers the night that Harry Highflier begged to drink in champagne the health of his adored one from this same castoff piece of footgear? A battered, torn and glossless silk liat of a date long past next comes to light. Through what vicissitudes has this dis carded "tile" accompanied paterfamil ias! It would still be reposing in a cor ner of an attic closet bad not the wife of the wearer's bosom thrown it in the rubbish pile. What a jumble of broken objects are overturned by the prodding hook—a young girl's glove; a bunch of wilted roses, with a card attached (compli ments of Dick Dovely); a fragment of mirror, with the end of a spray of forget menots painted 011 its silver surface; a shred of materfamilias' wedding dress; a shattered Nankeen vase; a badly cracked billiard ball and the remnants of a schoolboy'r slate! All, but here is a symbol of gayety— the green nose of a pot bellied demijohn —rotund and robust, and not a mite dis concerted by its present unfortunate po sition. Its fiery contents, long since dis appeared down the throats of men, has helped to cheer as well as make foolish the drinkers at its font. The scrap of rug, which stands like a soft wall be tween a sharp edged brick and the wil low clad sides of the demijohn had saved the latter from destruction. Good luck usually attends the wicked and unthink ing. Some scraps of paper are blown up ward by the strong autumn breeze. They are fragments of a letter. "Must have —money immediately—been foolish— —lost all—gambling—mean to reform— your refusal—will be ruined." Here is another scrap of paper, with a girlish scrawl on its much soiled surface: "Dearest Harry—never thought—cared for me—very happy—call soon—your own."—New York Recorder. I>r. Lalng's Method of Distilling. Some interesting processes in obtain ing distilled or lighter products from mineral oils have been described by Dr. Laing, of Edinburgh, before the Royal Scottish Society of Arts. Among these he names the arrangement of a still in such a manner that the oil is continu ously being distilled into itself until the required density is obtained. Dr. Laing showed that radiant heat is a powerful agent in breaking down oil vapors, and can be utilized by passing the gases as they leave the still through a super heater at a high temperature, placed between the still and the condenser. His ingenious method for distilling under pressure—by means of which a hold is kept 011 all the considerable gases until liquefied—he describes as consist ing of a relief tank interposed between the pressure valve and the condenser, into which the gases escape as they come from the still, the pressure here getting distributed over such a large area that it is practically reduced to nil, the oil running to the receiver at ordinary at mospheric pressure. Dr. Laing's new form of still for pre venting oils being broken down, as in distilling for lubricating oils and paraf fine wax, is so constructed that the non conducting heavy residues which are continually forming under distillation are constantly being removed from the source of heat.—New York Sun. The Wires Under the Sea. The world's submarine cables now measure about 148,011 nautical miles, in 1,108 sections. Different governments control 883 sections, or 18,888 miles, France claiming 3,209 miles, Great Brit ain 1,599, Germany 1,579, and Italy 1,027 miles. The remaining 835 cables, aggregating 129,028 miles, are owned by private companies. This great length of cable has been nearly all made 011 the banks of the Thames, but Italy now has a cable factory, and France will soon have two. To lay and repair the cables requires the constant service of a spe cially equipped fleet of thirty-seven ves sels of 50,955 tons.—Ohio State Journal. Sold Reds Resides Preaching. An active pastor, who has now retired from both ministerial and commercial life, was for many years partner in an iron bedstead business, and was not ashamed. lie was accustomed to boast that his connection with business en abled him to live in a good house, to dress his wife well, to educate his chil dren, to keep a respectable table for his friends, to help the poor and to benefit the church, all of which was true.—Na tional Review. A Reply from Tennyson. On one occasion it was publicly 6tated that Tennyson had drawn his inspiration from Horace and Keats, and a corre spondent wrote to ask him if this were I so. "No," he replied; "Horace and j Keats were great masters, but not my 1 master?."—New York Tribune. A Great Place for Snlt i Five or six years ngo the people of Colorado City, away out on the rugged bluffs of flit? Colorado river, felt that they had reached ad give of advance ment which justified municipal airs. They thought they ought to have a city council. When they got that they dis covered that their watt-r supply wasn't what it ought to be. There came in a class of high toned settlers who weren't satisfied with whisky and water, but wanted all water, and good water, too. The city council in due deliberation tnoved in the matter. A considerable fund was raised and a deep hole was bored. The drill went down 1,200 feet. It didn't find good drinking water, but it struck petroleum, eighty feet of rock salt and other things. The boring stopped for awhile. Colo rado City offered its hole for sale, but found 110 takers. After awhile some body thought of making use of the salt. The hole was bored deeper. It struck fresh water, which arose t-< within 200 or 300 feet of the surface a 1 dissolved the rock salt. A pump u > put down. A windmill was hoisted ah< • the pump. The wind raised the salt water, which was run into a reservoir. This west Texas sun, which shines about 340 days in the ye~r, did the r< st. Colorado City had salt. Other wells have been bored. Windmills have been hoisted in rows until Don Quixote might think he saw, by the moonlight, a whole army defying him. The process commends itself to an economical, not to say a lazy, man. The water dissolves the rock salt. The wind raises the water. The sun evap orates the water and leaves the salt on the ground. Could anything be easier? Manual labor is necessary to take up the salt and barrel it, that's all. A 30-foot wind mill raises from 5,000 to 8,000 gallons of salt water in an hour. Of the salt thus manufactured by nature's forces Colora do City ships out several hundred car loads a month. A chemical analysis shows this salt to he 98 per cent. pure. In a country where there were less sun shine and wind saltmaking could not be carried on so successfully.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. Relict* or ,J. Wllken Booth. Of the 10,000 or more relics of all kinds preserved in the Army Medical museum at Washington the most inter esting perhaps are two portions of a hu man body—all that remains above ground of J. Wilkes Booth, the assassin of President Lincoln. Those ghastly but most interesting specimens are num bered and catalogued for ready refer ence. The first (mounted on a little stand and labeled 4,086) is a section, or rather, sections of three vertebrae, the third, fourth and fifth, through an aper ture in which a thin wire is placed showing the course of the ball. Near this is the second specimen, suspended in a wide mouthed vial of alcohol and labeled 4,087. It is about three inches long and reminds one of a section of well cooked beef marrow. Referring to the catalogue, under the head of No. 4,08(1 we find the following: "Mounted specimen is the third, fourth and fifth cervical vertebras. A conoidal carbine bujj entered the right side, com minuting the base of the right lamina* of the fourth vertebra, fracturing it longitudinally and separating it from the spinous process, at the same time fracturing the fifth through its pedicle, and also involving the transverse pro cess. The missile passed directly through the canal with a slight inclination downward, and to the rear, emerging through the left base of the fourth and fifth lamina?, which are comminuted and from which fragments were imbed ded in the muscles of the neck." The alcoholic specimen, labeled 4,087, has the entry in the catalogue: 44 A portion of the spinal cord from the cervical region, aniversely perforated from right to left by a carbine ball which fractured the laminae of the fourth and fifth vertebrae." The cord is much torn and discolored by blood. As mentioned above, these two speci mens are the only portions of J. Wilkes Booth's body that were not consigned to the grave.—St. Louis Republic. Wooden I.egM. Who first invented wooden legs? Vul can was a cripple, and in consequence of his difficulty in walking he is said to have made himself an artificial support | of gold; but, as Mr. Thorns pointed out long ago, gold is not for every cripple, | and every myth is backed by reality. I Again, the devil, as represented in the drawings and engravings of the Middle [ Ages, is a compound of Pluto and Vul ! can. The latter was ejected from Olym pus, the devil was cast out of heaven. Vulcan was frequently figured with a beard and pointed cap. In the edition of Tyndalo's New Testa ment printed by Jugge in 1582 there is a wood cut representing the devil sowing tares, and wearing not only the Vulca nian beard and pointed cap, but also a j wooden leg. Another mediaeval repre ! sentation of the devil with a wooden leg j may be found in one of the paintings on ! the panels of the pulpit in the ancient , little church of Heligoland. It is only I fair, however, to point out that the arti ficial support in the Tyndale wood cut resembles more a clumsy, one legged stool, upon which the lame leg appears 1 to be doubled up at the knee, than a sub stituted wooden limb. After all this identification, so far as regards costume and lameness, of the mediaeval devil and the ancient Vulcan, although it opens up a curious field of speculation to those who are learned in matters of compara : tive mythology, yet throws no certain i light on the question as to when the wooden leg as we know it—a complete artificial substitute for a lost limb—wiv I first invented.—All the Year Round. The Wire Output, i The wire industry is actively carried on in Great Britain, Germany and Bel gium, also in the United States of Amer ica, and has attained enormous dimen sions. A leading continental firm has alone an output of some 50,000 tons of j wire and wire products per annum.— I Chambers' Journal. "BEYOND THE ALPS LIES ITALY. ' A fresh memorial to vanished youth. The sweet girl graduate, with flow er face; Her oyes so full of trust, her heart of truth. Looking o'er all the world to And her place. Her theme holds weighty words and thoughts so staid, A travesty ou life in pbr: e austere; But youthful confluence is uuatraid. And gladness vibrates in toy tone:* so clear, ; "Beyond the Alps lies Italy!" The joy of triumph and of proud applause. Sweet floral offerings, the music's : rir! Fair, sunny slope of youth! Oh. let i.s pause And linger In this girlhood's r > with her. ! Ere yet she climbs those j < < 1 life. Where womanhood witn all : i tcry lies. ' Remember, ere you go to moot lis M rile. Oh, maiden innocent, grow n stra.igcly wise, j "Beyond the Alps Ilea Italj 1" The essay soon will yellow grow with time; The years will string their rosary of tears; Weary and footsore, we the hills must climb, And 6tumble o'er the stones of cares ami fears. The mists of doubt will all the landscape veil. The summit lies so very fur awa> ; The feet may falter and the courage fail, The stern pale lips will quiver then to say, "Beyond the Alps lies Italy!" Oh, when the hands that helped you up the slope Shall loose the clasp we cannot always keep; When in the night of pain you upwurd grope— Blinded by tears, with lagging footstops • creep; Then let your girlhood's maxim cheer your heart— A jieal of joy through all life's sad refrain Though hero we love and lose, and meet and part. There is a height where pleasure conquers pain— "Beyond the Alps lies Italy!" —Anna B. Patten in Youth's Companion. The Clever Rheel Robbers. It is said that once, before the English had become used to the maneuvers of the robbers in India, an officer with a party of horse was chasing a small body of Bheel robbers and was fast overtak ing them. Suddenly the robbers ran be hind a rock, or some such obstacle, which hid them for a moment, and when the soldiers caine up the men had mysteri ously disappeared. After an unavailing search, the officer ordered his men to dismount beside a clump of scorched and withered trees, and, the day being very hot, he took off his helmet and hung it on a branch by which he was standing. The branch in question turned out to be the leg of a Bheel, who burst into a scream of laughter and flung the aston ished officer to the ground. The clump of scorched trees suddenly became trans formed into men, and the whole party dispersed in different directions before the Englishmen could recover from their surprise, carrying with them the officer's helmet byway of trophy.—Har per's Young People. In Down Town New York. "The trouble with you New Yorkers is, Quill," said the man from Boston— they haoo,ooo beyond probable returns from sales.— Ohio State Journal. The Price of Church Organ*. If you have any idea of buying a church organ after learning that they last for centuries, it will interest you to know that you can buy one in this city for any price between SOOO and $60,000, and that in the best factories an instru ment that sells for SIO,OOO takes six months to build.—New York Times. The Prohibition Lino in Muine. The Prohibition line in Maine does not extend to elevations exceeding 1,500 feet. On the tip top of Green mountain, Mount Desert island, is one of the flash iest barrooms to be found anywhere, run without any pretext of concealment.— Exchange. The moose in Penobscot county, Me., are so accustomed to the train that they gaze calmly and critically at the locomo tive, and are not frightened by whistles and hissing steam jets. Porson, the great Latinist, was the son of a weaver. His taste for learning was kindled by the accidental discovery of a book of Latin proverbs. There are eight soldiers located in Ire land to one in Scotland, and over twenty boys under eighteen years of age have won the Victoria cross. The people of Portland, Me., call the poet'B mantle that falls in heavy folds over their statue of Longfellow "that rubber overcoat." Candollo, the investigator, says the health of dark eyed persons is much su perior to that of the light or bine eyed to'M- [CAStORIAI for Infants and Children. •'Cmttori air, so well adapted to children that I recommend it as superior to any prescription known to me." H. A. ARCHER, M. D., 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y. "The use of 'Castoria* is so universal and its merits so well known that it seems a work of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the intelligent families who do not keep Castoria within easy reach." CARLOS MARTYN, D. P., New York City. Late Pastor Bloomingdale Reformed Church. THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK. NINETEEN - YEARS - EXPERIENCE lir Leatlier. 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Such qualities and such prices have never before been offered in Freeland. A thoroughly first-class stock, combining quality and elegance with prices strictly fair. Come in at once and see the latest styles and most serviceable goods of the season in MEN'S, BOYS' AND CHILDREN'S CLOTHING, HATS, CAPS AND FURNISHING GOODS. The newest ideas, the best goods made, the greatest variety and the fairest figures. Everybody is delighted with our display of goods and you will be. Special bar gains in overcoats. Remember, we stand at the top in style, quality and variety. JOHN SMITH, BIBKBECK F SN 0 . H. M. BRISLIN. UNDERTAKER AND EMBALMER. HORSEMEN ALL KNOW THAT Wise's Harness Store Is still here and doing busi ness 011 the same old principle of good goods and low prices. "I wish I had one." HORSE : GOODS. Blankets, Buffalo Robes, Har ness, and in fact every thing needed by Horsemen. Good workmanship and low prices is my motto. GEO. WISE, Jeddo, and No. 35 Centre St. Advertise in tlie Tribune. 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