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THE NATIONAL TKIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, OCTOBER 22, 1881.
WHAT TIME IS IT.
"What time is it?
Time to do well
Time to live better
Give up that grudge
Answer that letter
Speak that kind word, to sweeten n sorrow ;
Do that good deed you would leave till to-morrow.
Time to try hard
In that new situation
Time to build up on
A solid foundation.
Giving up needlessly, changing nnd drifting;
Lowing the quicksands that ever are shiftiug.
What time is it?
Time to be thrifty :
Farmers take warning
Plough in the spring-time-Sow
in the morning
Spring rain is coming, zephyrs are blowing;
Heaven will attend to the quickening and growing.
Time to count cost
Time to look well
To the gates and the fences ;
Making and mending, as good workers should ;
Shuttingout evil and keeping the good.
What time is it?
Time to be earnest,
Laying up treasure ;
Time to be thoughtful.
Choosing true pleasure;
Loving stern justice of truth being fond ;
Making your word just as good as your bond.
Time to be happy,
Doing your best
Time to be trustful.
Leaving the rest.
Knowing in whatever country or clime,
Ne'er can we call back one minute of time.
THE BEAR'S DEN.
3y Lucy Randall Comfort in Golden Days.
Little Katrina was crying her heart out. In
vain her pet doll, Geraldine. smiled at her from
the window-seat a corncob, covered with cotton
cloth, with a face and eyes marked out with a
blacking-bottle, and a dress manufactured of pink
calico in vain the kitten ran in and out among
the chairs with its ball of knitting yarn, and the
puppy challenged her to a game of play with a
tattered mitten she could only hide her face in
her mother's lap and sob afresh at every new
effort that was made to console her ; for Snow
flake, her pet lamb, was dead carried off in the
dead of night by a bear.
"Don't cry. child,' soothed her mother. '"I'll
ask your father to give you a new one out of the
"But it won't be Snowflake," wailed Katrina,
and then she wept more pitteously than ever.
1 ' Little Snowflake, that ate out of my hand, and
always came running at the sound of my voice!
Oh, dear! oh. dear! lie never will run any
Josey, the farm lad, sat on the steps listening,
as he whittled away at a wooden gate-pin, and
waited for Betsey to prepare the pitcher of ice
cold molasses and ginger and water, which he
was to carry to the thirsty hay -makers in the
"I declare, it's too bad!" said he. "That
makes the fourth sheep that Mr. Keller has lost
out of his flock in a month ! "
" Why don't they hunt that bear up to his den
in the rocks." cried Betsey, " and shoot him? I
say for it, if I was a man I wouldn't sit coolly
down and see my living stole away from me in
that way ! "
"They've tried it again and again," said Josey,
"and they can't find him. Old Opodeldoc saw
him once in the blueberry pasture, but he was
.gone before he could get his gun."
Old Opodeldoc, be it known, was an Indian,
who picked up his living around the neighbor
hood, no one knew exactly how, and who was
generally known by this nickname rather than
by his own proper appellation of "Samuel
" Old Opodeldoc, indeed ! " said Betsey, as she
handed the cool, dripping pitcher to Josey. "A
whole menagerie full of bears could get away
before that lazy old Indian could catch 'em ! "
" Opodeldoc is a very good hunter," said Josey.
Perhaps he may be," said Betsey. "I know
he ain't much of a hand to work, though, for the
day he cut kindlings here he sat in the sunshine
half the time, with his elbows on his knees and
his chin in his hands, doing nothing."
And all this time little Katrina kept on wiping
her eyes and thinking of poor little Snowflake,
who had fallen a helpless prey to the cruel old
""Why don't they shoot that bear?" said she,
piteously, to her mother; "or set a trap for him,
or something ? "
The neighbors all met at Mr. Danks's farm
house the next evening, to talk the question over,
for the depredations of Bruin were becoming in
tolerable. "It's the queerest thing I ever heard of," said
Mr. Danks, who sat with his chair, tipped back
against the wall, and an old pipe in his mouth.
"The critters keep disappearing like all creation,
and there's the tracks of the b'ar, and yet nobody
never sees the b'ar ! "
"Old Opodeldoc has seen him," said Josey, who
had contrived to elbow himself among the grown
"Why in all creation didn't he fire at him
then?" demanded Danks.
"He didn't have his gun with him," said Josey.
" Well, see him or not see him," said Mr. Jacks
ley, " the creature must be tracked out and killed
in some way."
"I've lost four fine, fat sheep already," said Mr.
"And I have missed a young calf," said John
Hale, who lived near by.
The neighbors discussed the question, and fi
nally decided to take turns in sitting up all night
and watching, and Josey, to his infinite delight,
was assigned one of the nights to go on guard.
For ten nights they tried the experiment, but
in vain. The sheep nestled unmolested in their
pen, the young calves were undisturbed under
the sheds. But as soon as the watch relaxed, the
depredations became as fierce as ever.
"It does beat all, said fanner Keller, when, one
morning, he came out and viewed his flock, hud
dled panting in a corner. "The very lamb gone
that poor little Katrina selected for her cosset in
Snowflake's place. I'd sooner have lost any two
others! The child will fret herself to death.
It's a lucky thing that she has gone to her grand
father's to stay a week ! "
But little Katrina made her appearance early
that same morning, to her father's great surprise,
dusty, tired and smiling.
"Bless the child!" ejaculated Mr. Keller.
"How did you get here? Where's the wagon?"
" I didn't come in a wagon, papa," said Katri
na; "I walked."
"Walked!" cried Mr. Keller. "You? And
"Grandfather wouldn't bring me until the
week was out," exclaimed Katrina, "and I did so
want to see you and mamma. So I got up while
the stars were shining, long, long before the day
light came, and walked all the way. But I sat
down on the fallen trees to rest. And, oh, papa !
just by old Opodeldoc's hut I saw the bear!"
Involuntarily Mr. Keller folded his arms
around his little child's slender form, his cheek
paling with terror at the very idea of the peril
she had undergone.
"The bear, darling!' he repeated.
"He was standing up on his hind legs, papa,"
breathlessly explained little Katrina, "and he
carried something white over his shoulder. I
shouldn't wonder if he had been stealing another
sheep. But I sat perfectly still among the bushes,
where I had been eating blueberries, and it was
quite dark, all except a few stars, and he didn't
"Were you frightened, child?" gasped the
"Yes, papa, a little," acknowledged Katrina.
"But I said 'Our Father,' under my breath, and
kept very still, so that not even a leaf should
rustle. Papa, I didn't know that bears walked
on their hind legs before ! "
Farmer Keller said nothing, but pulled thought
fully at his thick, red beard.
"How did he look, Katrina?" he asked, ab
ruptly. " The bear, I mean ? "
"Black and shaggy," said Katrina.
"Go in to your mother now," said farmer Kel
ler. " Tell her all your adventures."
And then he went out once more to the sheep
fold, and took a second look at the tracks of the
midnight robber who had carried away poor
Katrina's second pet.
" They are bear tracks, sure enough," he said
to himself. "But I am almost certain that there
is foul play here, somewhere.
Meanwhile, Josey, the hired lad, who had also
listened to Katrina's strange story, went quietly
to Mr. Johnson's on the hill.
"Mr. Johnson," said he, "will you lend me
vour bloodhound for about an hour ? "
Gelert, the hound, wagged his tail and leaped j
about, as soon as Josev had the chain in his hand
for bloodhounds have their partialities as well
as men, and Gelert and Josey were great friends.
" Where are you going, Joe ? " called out Mr.
Keller, as he saw the lad go by with his huge
" To old Opodeldoc's hut, sir," said Josey.
" I've been there already," said Keller. " It's
all closed up, and no one is there."
"Perhaps Gelert can tell better about that than
we can, sir," said Josey.
"Xot a bad idea," said Mr. Keller, reaching
down his hat. "I'll go, too.'
Gelert became nearly frantic when they reached
the old Indian's rude log-hut, tearing up the
earth with his paws, snuffing the ground and ut
tering short, savage howls of rage and eagerness.
"We must manage to get in somehow," said
Mr. Keller, and between them, Josey and he
burst open the door, and Gelert rushed in, the
hair standing in a bristly scrub down his back,
his eyes aflame, while his red throat looked like
the crater of a miniature volcano.
"What is he doing?" cried Josey, in astonish
ment, as the dog began to tear up the earth from
beneath the old Indian's rude led of straw in the
" Let him alone," said Mr. Keller. " Let us see
what he will do. Depend on it, he knows what
he is about."
In a second or two Gelert's paws struck some
thing like a layer of bark or wood, and he uttered
a howl as if appealing for aid.
" Now is the time," Keller shouted. " We shall
be at the bottom of this mystery in another five
minutes ! If I mistake not, the bear's den is here
and nowhere else ! "
He was right. In a sort of carefully-excavated
cellar, under the floor of his hut, the crafty old
Indian had hidden the traces of his secret depre
dations. The carcasses of two newly-killed sheep lay on
the ground in one corner, while in another, neatly
folded tip, lay the skin of a huge brown bear,
with head and paws attached, so that by walking
on all fours, old Opodeldoc presented a very good
resemblance, in an uncertain light, to the quad
ruped scourges of these desolate forest regions.
And Mr. Keller now began to comprehend why
it was that the bear was so much more mischiev
ous upon the nights upon which it was old Opo
deldoc's time to Avatch.
Great was the wrath of the neighborhood when
they learned the secret of the fatality among their
sheep-folds and calf-pens of late, and many were
the vows of vengeance against the sly old Indian,
who had so successfully tricked them, when he
returned to the scene of his knavery.
But old Opodeldoc was cunning to the end.
How he knew that he was discovered, no one
could tell, but certain it was that he never re
turned to the hut among the cedars, and it fell to
decay under successive winter snows and summer
rains. And to this day the boys call it "The
And Katrina Keller has a new cosset lamb,
upen which she has bestowed the familiar name
of "Snowflake," and it grows plump and fat, and
there are no bears, either on four legs or two, to
disturb its serene contentment or that of its little
The seemingly unimportant events of life suc
ceed one another as the snow gathers together ;
so are our habits formed. A single flake pro
duces no material change ; but as the tempest
hurls the avalanche down the mountain, and
overwhelms the inhabitant and his habitation,
so passion, acting upon the element of mischief
which pernicious habits have brought together
by imperceptible accumulations, overthrows the
edifice of truth and virtue. Jeremy Bentham.
AGE AT WHICH GERMAN GIRLS MARRY.
Some interesting statistics of ages at which
girls are married in Germany have been collected.
It is shown by them that the most favorable pros
pects last year existed at the ages of 20 and 27.
out of 1,000 girls. 103 married at 26 and the same
number at 27. This was the highest for any age.
At 28, there were 102 married out of the 1,000, and
at 29. 95, while at HO the number was 82. There
were 53 married at JJ5, or more by 2 than at 19.
At 40, no fewer than 46 were married. For ages
below 26 the figures are as follows: At 19,51
girls; at 21, 66; at 22, 80; at 23, 90; and at 25,99.
It thus appears that at 29 German girls have
better chances than at 23, and that at 40 they are
not involved in much more uncertainty than they
are at 19, except that after 19 their prospects be
come better, while after 40 they do not.
The smooth and sonorous line, "Music hath
charms to soothe a savage breast," which has so
often been ascribed to Shakspeare, forms the
opening of Congreve's Mourning Bride, the play
in which occurs that famous description of a
temple which Dr. Johnson once declared to be
the finest poetical passage he had ever read
that he recollected none equal to it in Shak
speare. It is from Congreve, too, that we have
borrowed the somewhat terrifying couplet
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.
Nor hell a fury like a woman acorned.
From old Chaucer we learn that "Mordre wol
out," and that it is wise to " Maken virtue of neces
site." It is he. too, who wrote, "Yet in our ashen
cold is fire yreken," a passage which the poet
Gray must, consciously or unconsciously, have
had in memory when he penned the celebrated
line, " Even in our ashes live their wonted fires."
It is Gray also who speaks of " Youth on the
prow, and Pleasure at the helm;" of "Thoughts
that breathe and words that burn;" who warns
us that "Favorites have no friends," and that
"Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise."
It is the shy recluse Cowper who expresses his
opinion that "God made the country, and man
made the town," and who sings the praise of
"cups that cheer but not inebriate." The light
hearted Gay instructs us that "Life is a jest, and
all things show it;" and it is part of his cheerful
philosophy that "While there's life there's hope."
Foreign writers, moreover, have been made to
contribute to our stock of familiar quotations.
"To encourage the others." was said by Voltaire,
apropos to the capital sentence passed upon Ad
miral Byng. " To gild the pill," is probably bor
rowed from the line in Moliere's Amphitryon
" Le seigneur Jivpiter sait dorer ia pilule.' We
learn from the witty Kabelais that "Appetite
comes with eating,'1 and that men sometimes
"Pay Paul by robbing Peter;" and the old
French farce of Maitre Pierre Patelin supplies us
with the humorous expression, "Let us return to
our muttons." And taking this as a gentle re
minder not to stray beyond our proper limits, we
may fitly let it serve to close our list of " familiar
quotations." Chambers's Journal.
Trust him little who smilingly praises all alike;
him less who sneeringly censures all alike: him
least who is coldly indifferent to all alike.
We gain nothing by being with such as our
selves. We encourage one another in mediocrity.
I am always longing to be with men more excel
lent than myself. Lamb.
Nothing lives in literature but that which has
in it the vitality of creative art ; and it would be
safe advice to the young to read nothing but
what is old. Whipple.
Skill, wisdom, and even wit are accumulative;
but that diviner faculty, which is the spiritual
eye, though it may be trained and sharpened,
cannot be added to by taking thought. Lowell.
Better is he who is above temptation, than he
who being tempted, overcomes, since the latter
but suppresses the evil inclination stirring in his
breast which the former has not. Alcott.
All true religion is a sense of want ; and where
want goes to sleep upon possession, it becomes
bewildered, and when occasionally opening its
eyes, sees nothing with the clearness of reality.
If an angel were sent from heaven to find the
most perfect man, he would probably not find
him composing a body of divinity, but perhaps a
cripple in a poor-house, whom the parish wish
dead, and humbled before God with far lower
thoughts of himself than others think of him.
Xo process is so fatal as that which would cast
all men in one mould. Every human being is
intended to have a character of his own, to be
what no other is, to do what no other can do. Our
common nature is to be unfolded in unbounded
diversities. It is rich enough f6r infinite mani
festations. It is to wear innumerable forms of
beauty and glory. Every human being has a
work to carry on within, duties to perform abroad,
influences to exert, which are peculiarly his, and
which no conscience but his own can teach. Let
him not enslave his conscience to others, but act
with the freedom, strength, and dignity of one
whose highest law is in his own breast. Chan
ning. THE LIGHTS O' LONDON.
BY GEORGE R. BIN Its.
The way was long and weary,
But gallantly they strode,
A country lad and lassie,
Along the heavy road.
The night was dark and stormy.
But blithe of heart were they.
For shining in the distance
The lights of London lay!
O gleaming lamps of London, that gem the city's crown !
"What fortunes lie within you, O Lights of London Town !
With faces worn and weary,
That told of sorrow's load,
One day a man and woman
Crept down a country road.
They sought their native village,
Heart-broken from the fray ;
Yet shining still behind them
The lights of London lay.
O cruel lamps of London, if tears your light could
Your victims1 eyes would weep them, O Lights of Lon
ON THE FENCE.
One of the heaviest burdens which the farmer
has to bear, is that of maintaining fences to guard
the growing crops against the live stock, or in
other words, to protect himself against himself.
The subject has occupied the attention of agricul
tural societies and journals and the public press
for many years, but not until the present census
was taken has there been reliable data on which
to base a calculation as to its bearing upon the
general agricultural interest and its indirect in
fluence upon commerce, for upon the cheap
ness of the farm productions depends the amount
of their exports. The schedules of the census now
in process of compilation embrace interrogatories
respecting the cost of maintaining and repairing
fences in the year 1879. The returns are all in,
but thus far but eleven States have been tabulated.
The cost of maintaining and repairing fences in
these States show the following results:
iiiiiorniL i -'
South Carolina 917,000
Connecticut has, owing to the small subdivis
ions of land, probably more miles of fences than
Kansas. The differences in the figures are mainly
due to the fact that in Kansas a large quantity of
land has been taken up by settlers, and that new
fences have been required, while in Connecticut
miles of stone wall have stood many years and
require nothing but a small amount of labor to
keep them in repair. The compilation of this
class of statistics has been temporarily suspended,
but the work, when completed, will furnish mat
ter that will attract the attention of agriculturists
CURE FOR LEAD POISONING,
In some of the large establishments of France
the best antidote for lead poisoning was found to
be a lemonade made of weak sulphuric acid, but
after a while the workmen became disgusted with
the taste of this liquor, and refused to drink it.
It was observed that two workmen in one of the
factories were entirely exempt from lead colic,and,
upon inquiry, it transpired that they made free
use of milk. The director of the works at once
ordered enough milk every morning and evening
for all of the workmen, and from that time all
symptoms of lead poisoning disappeared. The
suggestion is worthy of attention on the part of
all persons who are exposed to the poisonous ac
tion of lead, t make free use of milk. It is at once
an agreeable and easily-attainable remedy.
A CURIOUS MACHINE,
There are but four fishing-hook manufactories
in the United States, and of these three are located
in Brooklyn, the fourth being in Xew Haven,
Conn. In the largest of the Brooklyn establish
ments can be seen one of the most ingenious and
complicated machines in existence, which per
forms about ten different operations, turning out
complete fish-hooks from plain cast-steel wire in
larger quantities daily than twenty skillful work
men could make by hand. There are only two
machines of the kind in the world, and both are
owned by the house in question, for which the
machine was devised by the inventor, Dr. Cros
by, now deceased. The firm paid a very large
sum for the invention and for the patent rights,
which it now holds exclusively.
Until recently this machine was operated pri
vately, and no one was allowed to see it at work.
The machine consists of two distinct divisions,
each operated independently of the other by sep
arate gear, yet which must work together in per
fect harmony. The wire is uncoiled from a large
wheel, and at the same time straightened by a
series of revolving rollers, after passing through
which it is seized for a second by a clutch which
holds it in position to be cut off in exact lengths by
two knives. Then it is caught by another knife
working at right angles to the others. Thisploughs
tip with a clean cut a small spur of the metal near
the end, which is to form the beard or barb of the
hook. As yet the point remains perfectly blunt
and square, but, passing on, it is roughly pointed
by a sort of punch into the form of a wedge. At
this stage it reaches the other machine, which is
at right angles to the first, and is dropped into a
groove upon an endless chain, which passes in front
of the revolving files by which the hook is to be
finished. At the same time the upper end of the
wire is seized by an invisible finger and bent into
a ring with the rapidity of thought. It is then
brought in contact with the six files, one after
another. These files are in the form of wheels,
each operated by a separate belt from the shaft,
and each is of a different degree of fineness grad
uated from the rough burr which takes off the
sides of the wedge, to a little polishing wheel
coming last, and leaving the point of the hook
almost perfectly round. Each of these files also
works at a different angle. When the hook, fin
ished, but still straight, leaves the last file, a fin
ger pokes it down upon a rachet, which fits ex
actly into the barb of the hook and forces it to
bend around a projection on a fty wheel, which
gives the hook its proper shape and throws it
into a receptacle below.
By this machine about fifty-five hooks a min
ute are turned out, all ready to be tempered and
blued or japanned, or about 33,000 in a day often
hours. If it were allowed to run continually,
more hooks would be turned out than would
supply the whole market for a year to come, and
more than could be conveniently finished and
packed. The production could be increased to
over 60 per minute, but so high a running rate
damages the files and the finish of the hooks is
not as good. The waste in defective hooks is
only about 5 per cent. Every hook, before being
tempered, is examined singly, and if imperfect is re
jected. Only the larger hooks, and those for
which there is the most demand, are made by the
machine, which can be adjusted so as to make
three different sizes. There is the most demand
for large trawl hooks for cod fishing, which are
sold to fishermen by the barrel, as a good-sized
trawl contains thousands of hooks.
The master's eye makes his horse fat.
He that goes borrowing goes sorrowing.
Gold goes in at any gate except Heaveu's.
FARM AND GARDEN.
There is but little regular garden work after
this month, except caring for the crops and pre
paring for those of early spring. The rubbish
that may have accumulated shoukl be cleared
away ; manure and plow or spade as much of the
garden as possible.
Cold frames should be ready for the early let
tuce, cabbage, &c. It is a simple matter to con
struct one of rough boards, the rear part to be one
foot high, front eight inches, nailed to posts set to
give a width equal to the sash used. It is best to
put the frames in a sheltered place facing the
south. The object of the cold frame is to keep
the plants from sudden changes of weather not
for growth. The sashes should not be put on
until the cold weather demands it.
Beets and carrots are injured by freezing and
should therefore be dug so soon as growth is com
pleted. Parsnips- and salsify are improved by
frost, and only enough of these for present use
need be dug; they may be packed in dry earth
in boxes, and stored in the cellar. It is objec
tionable to store large quantities of roots in the
house cellar, as foul gases are constantly rising
through the house, making the air unhealthfui
to the inmates. Cabbages should be taken up
before the ground freezes and stored in trenches.
These may be made by plowing a deep furrow.
The cabbages are heaped, head downward, in the
trench, and covered with straw and earth. A
simpler way is to set the cabbages on their heads
in single rows and cover them with a few inches
of earth. Celery not yet earthed up, should be
attended to. First bring the leaves together and
then draw the earth up. American Agriculturist.
Working Butter. The Maryland Farmer
says: The working of butter is a manipulation
that requires the utmost skill, for overworking
destroys the product, and any motion of the
"worker" that produces grinding should be
avoided, and to detect this and correct it, takes a
quick eye and steady hand. The chief purpose
of working butter is to solidify it, and at the
same time expel the remaining buttermilk and
thoroughly diffuse the salt through the mass, and
this last should be done with as little mixing as
will exactly accomplish the requirement, for the
grain of the salt cutting the globules of the butter
injures the grain of the latter, and the butter be
comes waxy. The butter should never exceed a
temperature of sixty degrees when worked, as a
higher point causes the butter to gravitate to
ward stickiness, and when worked at too low a
point the butter becomes meal' and the texture
is destroyed. If at the last working there is ad
ditional salt required, care must be taken that
the butter has become dry, so that it will not be
dissolved, and many dairymen throw a few
quarts of water into the "worker" at this stage to
aid in dissolving the salt, and carry with it the
particles of buttermilk that have remained over
from the previous working. There is a mistaken
notion in regard to salt adding to the keeping
quality of butter, the truth being, that salt will
preserve the different substances occupying the
interspaces between the globules of butter, for it
is a fact that no chemical union ever takes place
between the butter and the salt, and the long
keeping Danish butter, perfectly worked, but
never receiving a particle of salt, proves the latter
is not, so far as it relates to the keeping of butter,
a preservative agent, and that no amount of salt
will keep butter, unless certain rules are observed
and requirements met. The papers teem with
notices of butter preservatives and inventions to
keep butter indefinitely, but it is probably a long
time before any of them will come into general
use; and for years to come the long-keeping
butter will be found to be an article made from
cream, where perfect cleanliness was observed in
obtaining it, and the butter churned and put
into packages under a system of rules relating to
age of cream, temperature and working.
THINGS TO MAKE A NOTE OF.
Mustard Sauce. One cup of sugar, one cup
of vinegar, one tablespoonful of butter, four eggs,
and one tablespoonful of mustard; beat the eggs
well ; mix all together ; turn into a new tin pail
or basin and boil in water same as custard, only
to a cream, not thick. Strain through a thin cloth
and it is done.
Cabbage with Cream. Boil, drain, and cut
up a moderate-sized cabbage. Put in a sauce-pan
with a couple of tablespoonfuls of butter, a gill
of cream, a tablespoonful of flour, salt and pepper.
Add the cabbage, boil slowly ten minutes, stirring
Cabbage Fried with Bacon. Boil a cabbage
in salt water, drain, and chop. Fry some slices of
bacon, take from the pan and keep hot. Put the
chopped cabbage in the same pan and fry with
the bacon fat, adding pepper. Lay in a hot dish,
with the bacon upon it, and serve.
Stkwed Veal. Cut your meat in pieces, wash
them clean, put them into the dinner-pot, add
three pints of water, put in one onion, some pepper
and salt, let it stew one hour; then add potatoes
sliced, and make a crust of sour milk or cream
tartar, and put it in and stew till the potatoes are
done about half an hour: the crust may be made
into biscuits. Crumbs of any kind of fresh meat
may be used in making a stew.
For Felons. Take equal parts of gum cam
phor, gum opium, castile soap and brown sugar;
wet to a paste with spirits of turpentine. Prepare
it, and apply a thick plaster of it.
For Sprains. Bathe with arnica diluted with
water, and bandage with soft flannel moistened
with the same. A sprained wrist thus treated
will grow well and strong iu.a few days.
Cold or Hoarseness. A correspondent
assures us that the following is an infallible cure
for cold and hoarseness : Boil two ounces of flax
seed in one quart of water, strain, and then add two
ounces of rock candy, half a pint of syrup or hon
ey, and the juice of three lemons; mix and then
boll them together. Let it then cool, and bottle
for use. Take one cupful before going to bed
the hotter you drink it the better.
Hot Water for the Heart. In a letter to
The Lancet, Dr. A. Paggi records the following ob
servation : He states that in Paris he saw a case
in which, under the inhalation of chloroform, the
heart ceased to beat, and artificial respiration for
ten minutes failed to restore circulation, when
Dr. Labbe dipped a large cloth in boiling water
and applied it to -the region of the heart, with the
result of immediately lestoring its action.