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By.J. F. 1RADLEY & 00. PICKENS. S. C., THURSDAY. JULY 7
Nearly all the Georgia editors are in
favor of a local option law,
Volusia county, Florida, has the larg
est orange grove in the world-1,000
Some 2,300 dogs have been listed ft r
taxation in Lewisco'unty, Va.
A fruit canning factory, to cost 340,
000, is to be built in Nashville, Tennes
The ,market price for turtle eggs in
St. Aukastine, Florida, is 16 cents per
Georgia pays out about $5,000,000
per year to increase the cotton crop and
lessen the price.
A company has been organized with
a plenty of capital to go into the busi
ness of canning frdits and oysters at
A negress, arrested at Abbeville, S.
C., for carrying a pistol, was discharged
on the ground that the cO oc'alled weapon
act does not apply to women.
London Hood, a well-known negro,
died in Meriv ether county, Ga., last
week, aged ninety-five years. It was
his proudest boast that during his long
li fe as a slave he had never been whipped.
The fruit growers of California have
challenged the fruit growers of Florida
to exhibit fruit with them in the city of
New York during next spring.
Gen. Gordon is prospectively the
richest man in Georgia. Gov. Colquitt
is reported to have recently made $70,
000 by the sale of a coal mine in which
he and Gen. Gordon were interested.
A writer in the Ennis (Texas) Re
view proposes raising catalpa trees for
fence posts; he says that in five years
from planting the tree is large enough
for posts, and that in ten yeirs it is
large enough for a railroad tie. He es
timates that 2,000 trees can be grown on
Unpopular ministers that no commun
ity Wants are called "gum-log preachers"
in the Georgia M. E. Conference. They
are "hard stock," and are generally put
off on some mountain community, where
they get a salary ranging from $50 to
$200 a year.
A South Carolina paper. says that
thousands and thousands of (loves are
infesting the rice fields of West Wa
taree. In some places the rice has been
replanted two or three times, and yet
the stand is not good, owing to its de
struction by the birds.
A party of miners in Northeast Geor
gia, at the depth of twenty feet below
the surface, found seventeen diamonds.
They have be'en pronounced genuine by
a New York firm, and are said to be
equal to the A frican diamond. There
maiy have been "salt" in the neigh bor
Recent census bulletins show that
.Selma has 7,529 people; Greensboro
1,833; Demopolis, 1,839 ; Marion, 2,074'
Jacksonville, 882; Oxford, 1,361; Annis
ton, 942; LaFayette, J,061, and Tallade
While Rev. Mr. Collisson, of Hous
ton, Texas, was taking farewell of his
Methodist congregation, preparatory to
going over t~o Episeopalinnismi, andl was
giving his objections to Methodism,
Brother .Jeems F. Dumble interrupted
him, ssdying: "I have no right to ob
ject to your quitting the church if you
think proper, but~ I have a right and( (10
protest againt your using a Methodist
pulpit to abuse the Methoi~dist chur ch in,
* or to condemn Methodlist doctrine.'
There was quiet on the Potomac after
In 188) Georgia producedl 23,l90, 472
bushels of Indian corn against 17,646,
459 bushels in 1870. Of wheat she
mlade last year 3,158,335 bushels against
2,127,017 bushels in 1870. The oat crop
in.1880 amounted to 5,544,161 balshels
4 against 1,904,601 bushels in 1870. Only
19,396 bushels of barley were grown in
the State in 1880, but the produc tin
1870 -was still smaller--5,640 bushels.
The figures of rye are 101,759 against
82,549, and of buckwheat 2 439 against
-p02. Georgia is not a buckwheat State
Mr. J. M. Darsey, of Hinesville, Ga.,
was annoyed last year by the otters.
Just back of his house is a spring branch
which affords a home for a great many
otters. Fish being scarce, when the
corn was in mutton, they lef t the branch
and took to eating the corn, and they
could destroy as much as so many coons.
Mr. Darsey would sometimes ~run as
many as five out of the field at one time,
aptl.the dogs soon became afraid of them.
He succeeded in killing a number, how
fru LIEu KILN GLEN CLUB COMUNS,
Yes, we am passna' down do lane,
An' haltin' by de way,
Jist long 'nuff to rest our limbs
An' fur do chil'en pray;
Las' Sunday preacher Gordon said:
" Do march will soon be o'er,
An' all do ole folks safely cross
Upon dat shinin' shore."
CHonUs-But nid folks am jolly folks,
An' while we wait to go
Let's in do fiddle lots o' work
And rush de ole banjo.
Dar' Uncle Dan'l he am lame,
An' Peter While am bald,
An' Dinah Rock an' ole Aunt Chlo'
Am waitin' to be called;
* An' Trustee Pullback sayn to me:
" Do summans soon mus' como
For you an' me an' us ole folks
To tote our baggage home.
- Dar's Pickles Staith and Daddy Toota
A nearin' of dar end,
An' Deacoia Spooner an' his wife
Am crutchin' round de bend;
Ay I ts old folks am hangin' on,
An' kinder waitin' round,
To lot de chil'on grow a bit
Fo' we go under ground.
CHORUs- But old folks am jolly folks,.
An' while we wait to go
Let's gin do fiddle lota o' work
And rush do ole banjo.
THE WATER LILY.
The little village of Chelston, in the
,ounty of Hertford, might have been
Wermed with Goldsmith's "Sweet Au
burn" the "loveliest of the plain,"
' Where smiling spring it's earliest visit paid,
knd parting summer's lingering blooms delayed."
And on this bright summer's mornin
>n which our story opens it appeared
aiore lovely than ever, with the rich
"oliago swaying beneath the clear blue
sky, the broad green meadows, and the
grazimg cattle, while the gurgle of a
Lrooklet mingled its music with the
-aroling of birds.
Half-hidden amid a shady clump of
brees a young artist sat painting at a
small, light easel, and the faint outlines
>f distant hills and scattered hamlets
were already standing out from the can
vas in front of him.
He was apparently but little over
liirty years of age, and his face looked
grave and stern for one so young, and
bore unaccountable traces of some long
He had for some time been sitting ab
iorbed in his work, almost unconscious
3f anything around him save the fair
iketch of landscape he was so faithfully
The brooklet ran by him-not twenty
yards from where he was seated-and
;he dappled cows lay chewing their
mds upon its banks, or quenching their
iirst in its crystal waters, reminding
>ne of Sidney Cooper's most perfect
pictures of cattle.
Ernest Darrell's attention was, how
3ver, suddenly arrested by a new object,
mud one which to his gaze was fairer
;han any he had seen that morning. A
ittle girl, scarcely seven years of age,
was 'standing near the brook-she had
Deen gathering water-lilies, and in her
mand she held a basket containing a
aumber of the pure white flowers. His
3yes fell upon her face, lifted wistfully
50 his own, and then something like a
3mile broke over the little one's mouth
i.s she said, half shyly:
"Do come and reach me this beauty,
Lf you please.'"
Ernest Darrell was hardly sure at first
whether it was really himself she was
iddressing; but no sooner was ha aware
f the fact than he laid down his palette
mnd brushes and oamne forward to her
"A water-lily, is it?" he asked, glanc
ing at her basket.
"Yes, such a beauty, but so far out of
my reach," she repeated, and then stood
eagerly watching Ernest, who stretching
himself full length upon the bank suc
ceeded with his long arm in grasping
the coveted flower.
The child's delight was unbounded,
the sight of which amply rewarded him
for his trouble; but the unusual beauty
of her face and the air of childlike grace
which accompanied her every movement
completely won Ernest's heart, and he
was determined not to let her run away
"You must give me a kiss as payment
for it," he said, with a smile, lightly
passing his hand over her golden head
from which her hat had fallen. Shie
started back, with a vivid blush.
"Oh, no, indeed; I am a great deal
tuo old to kiss you," she exclaimed.
"Why, I am seven, and quite a young
"Are you, really? Then I am sure I
b~eg your pardon," said Ernest, hardly
able to repress a laugh. "But at any
rate ~yon will tell me your name?" he
"Oh, yes; my name is Lilian, but I
am nearly always called Lily," replied
the little girl, with an air of consequence.
"Lilian-nothing else?" asked Ernest.
"No; only that,' she answered.
Surnames are generally superfluous
"Then, I pressume, the fact of your
being a lily yourself makes you fond of
the flowers that bear your name," he
She laughed-a soft, silvery, happy
laugh, that fell like music upon the
young artist's ear.
"Oh, Idon't know-, I think I love all
flowers, but especially those," she said,
glancing down at her basket. "They are
so large and pure and white, like the
white-robed angels in the stained glass
windows at church. Mamma loves them
too, because she says when I am not with
her they remind her of me."
"You are mamma's pet, then and pa
pa's, too, I suspect, for th matter of
that," replied Ernest, his interrupted
oooupation totally forgottesi in the new
pleasure he felt in oonversing with the
"I haven't a papa " she said, droppipg
her voice; "he dad, oh, long before I
can remember, but I never ask about
him, because it always makes mamma
cry. Would you tell me the time,
Ernest glanced at his watch. 'Nearly
1 o'clock,' he told her.
"Then I must bid you good-bye," she
said, "or I shall be late home." And
setting down her basket' she bethought
herself of the hat, which she proceeded
to adjust on the top of her golden
"Do you come here every day ?" she
asked of Ernest.
"I shall be here every day for a little
while," he answered her.
"'.4ihen I hope I will see you again,"
she said artlessly. "And thank you so
very much for getting me the water
For a moment her littleungloved hand
rested on his own, her lips parted in an
other smile and then she was gone, has
tening away with all possible speed across
the sunny fields, bearing her sweet bur
den of flowers-types of her own pure
Ernest Darrell stood gazin after her.
Was it the touch of her light 'Yers that
had brought so strange a thl to his
heart ? He sat down to resume his paint
ing but even that had lost its wontCd
charm-he was restless, and his thoughts
wandered back to what might have been
some years ago, when he married a girl
who loved him only for his father's
wealth, and who (when the securities
failed in which old Mr. Darrell had in
vested the whole of his money, and he
was a ruined man, his son's prospects
also) left him-his six months' bride
leaving behind her a cooly worded-note,
intimating that she could share poverty
with no one, and that he need not seek
her, as she never intended to return.
And he never had sought her; but the
love he had borne her was as warm in
his heart now as it had been on the day
they were married. And as he sat at
his easel there, in the field where little
Lilian had left him, he wept for the
memory of her who, in those days, had
not been worthy one throb of his noble
Several days elapsed before he saw the
little girl again, but during that time
she was hardly once absent from his
thoughts. He had lived sudh a lonely
life since his father died (broken down
by the trouble that had oome upon him
in the loss of his wealth,) and, with
nothing to care for in the world but the
art he was wedded to, the child had
come across his path like a ray of sun
shine in the darkness. But one day, as
he was returning home, she came danc
ing toward him, and seizing his hand as
if their acquaintance had been of years
instead of days, she immediately began
an animated conversation, such as only
children can begin on the spur of a mo
Ernest was certainly amused if not
interested; but as their way along led
them past the brook where they had
met before, Lily broke away from him
and ran eagerly toward it. She looked
back once or twice to laugh at Ernest,
and in doing so tripped over a stone
hidden in the grass and fell forward into
A cry burst from her lips, but imme
diately Ernest came to the rescue, and
ere she became totally submerged, had
succeeded in drawing her out upon the
Wet clothes and a severe fright was
all the harm the child had sustained
and as Ernest proceeded to wrap round
her a thick plaid shawl, which he gen
erally carried with him to protect his
feet from damp grass, she began to
laugh at her little adventure.
"I have gathered my water lily now,"
said the young artist, smiling; "and I
would not exchange it for all the others
He took her, entirely enveloped in the
warm shawl, up in his strong arryis and
continued his walk, now in the direction
of Lilian's borne.
"I am so sorry--mamma will be out,"
she said, lifting her beautiful eyes to his
face. '.'She would so liked to have
thanked you herself. But do you know
which way to go?"
"I want you to direct me, Lily,"hle
The distance was short, as he sup
posed; and as they reached the gatei of
a pretty villa residence, which had often
attracted Ernest's attention before by Its
quaint picturesqueness. Lilian informed
him that this was "her home."
"I thank you so very much," said the
child, as she stood once more upon the
ground and rang the bell. "I wish
mamma could thank you herself-I don't
know how to."
"You need not thank nye at all, dear
child " Ernest Darrell assured her, with
the old shade of sorrow darkening his
face. "I only hope the consequences
of what has happened may not be
serious." He remained with her until a
middle-aged woman, whom Lilian called
"nurse," came forward to claim her
young charge; and then, after givinga
brief explanation of the whole affair,
he bade Lily good-bye and walked on.
About a week subsequent to this event,
Ernest Darrell happned to be passing
the house where lit e Lilian dwelt, when
he heard her voice calling after him
doiyn the sunny road:
"Come back--Oh, please come back!"
she wassayig, inbreathless eagerness;
"mamma does want to see you so much
and thank you for saving me when I fell
In the brook.".
And Ernest felt his hand grasped in
the child's, and almost before he was
aware of it, she had led him through the
gates and up the steps to the prtico.
Then across the wide hall she daged
iadm. laughina and phattina gainy the
Wne, =o a rUxurwaery rurmanec oms,
where her mother sat.
A beautiful woman, with dark hair
and Oriental eyes, rose from an ottoan
at their entrance and came toward them.
At least, she came half way, and then
tottered back, with a deathly palloi
overspreading her countenance; while
he-Ernest-dropped Lilian's hand and
stood gazing at that aNonized face.
"Marian-my wife '
"Ernest! Oh, is it possible that we
meet at last?"
. There was a dreadful silence, during
which, at a sign from her mother, Lilian
fled, and those two were alone-after
seven long years.
The stern, grave face of Ernest Dar
rell was sterner and graver still-even
Lilian might have shrunk from it then
-and Marian, the woman who had
blighted his life, fell at his feet.
"Oh! Earnest, my husband - T
much-wronged husband-forive mel!
she cried. "I have suffered deeply-..
ever since that day I left you."
"Suffered!" repeated Ernest, in cold
rigid tones. "Have you ever thought
of what I have suffered?"
"Yes, Yes; ton thousand times," re
plied Lihan's mother, in a voice well
nigh choked with emotion. "But mine
has been the undying worm of an accus
ing conscience. Oh, Ernest, I have
been justly punished for my wickedness.
I never knew how deary I loved you
until I had lost you-until I had sacri
ficed that which I would have given the
best years of my life to bring back. l1e
member what I had always bCen-a
spoiled, petted child, with never a wish
ungratified, and it seemed so ht-rd to face
poverty-even with you. 1 was very
young-only seventeen, remember, Er.
nest-and all through the dim vista of
years that lay before me I saw nothing
ut want, penury and deprivation. I
fled in a moment of madness, delirium
anything you like to call it-leaving be
hind me that cold note, in which
I bade you never seek me. I
did not go home, for my parents
would have immediately have com
municated with you. I went to an
uncle, who loved me only too well-sin
ful wretch that I was-and I told him a
lie, that you had deceived me, and that
I married a beggar whom I believed to
have been rich. He was a bachelor,
and lived a secluded life, away from all
relatives and friends. I think I was the
only creature he loved on earth, and we
two lived alone. At his house my little
child was born, an I it was then that I
began to think and long for yon. I
wrote and told my parents-as soon as
I was able-of what I had done, and
bade them to seek you, and bring you
back home. They wrote, I know, but
never received any answer; and so I
thought you had treated me as I de
served, and had resolved to forget me for
ever. When Lilian was three years old
my uncle died, leaving me his heiress,
and I took this house, in which I have
lived ever since, alone-quite alone,
with my child. Oh, Ernest, how I have
longed for you, and prayed to heaven
to send you back to me? I have seen
r ornme in the newspapers sometimes,
r an now that as an artist you have
risen to fame. And now, Ernest, for
our child's sake, forgive mo-take me
back, and try to think of me as leniently
as possible. I know that you can never
love me again. I don't expect you to;
"Indeed, Marian, you are wrong; I
have never ceased to love you," inter
rupted Ernest's cold, stern voice. "I
have been as truly your husband in
heart, all through these bitter years, as
if we had never parted. I have wept for
you and have prayed for you too, over
and over again. But-."
"But you cannot take me back. No,
no!" exclaimed Marian weeping. "I
was wrong to ask it; only I thought for
'And, for Lily's sake, I will," said
Ernest. "I love my child too well to
part with her now. Rise, Marian, my
wife--my well-beloved-the past shall
be forgotten; blotted out as though it
had never been, and we will begin our
marriage life again."
"I am not worthy. Oh, Ernest, I
have never deserved such love as this!"
said Marian, as she was clasped in her
"You shall make yourself deserving;
it is all in your hands now, remember,"
he said, with grave tenderness, and
looking into the depths of her beautiful
How long they remained thus, in
happy silence, theyv might never have
known had not a little hand, the touch
of whose fingers Ernest Darrell had felt
before, been placed within his own.
He looked down and met the upturned
gaze of his child. In a moment she
also was gathered to his arms, while
blessings fell upon her fair young head.
And as she had fallen like a sunbeam
across his path in the beginning, so did
she continue to the end; and through the
happy years long afterward he could
onylok back, with joy and thankful
ness unspeakable, to the day on which
he had met her by the side of the brook,
carrying her basket of water-lilies.
Lime has been found successful as a
wood-preserver. The method, which is
French, consists in piling the planks in
a large tank, then covering them with
quicklimo and slaking them with water.
The timber requires about a week to be
thoroughly impregnated with the lime
water before it Istaken out of pickle
and slowly dried. The entrance of the
mineral particles into the grain also ren
ders the wood harder and denser than
before. Beech wood, for exampjle, be
comes like oak, and, without losing the
elasticity that fits it for tool-handles, is
far more dur.ble than oak.
DUFF AND THE BEE.
A Sabbath Wale of Nature aun
(From the San Franoteo Chroniale.]
The Duff family pater, mater and lit
tle ones, picnicked on the beach beyond
Fort Point yesterday. "I do love na
thure," remarked Patrick Duff, who is a
proud and frequent voter of the Seventh
ward, as he unhitched the dray-horse
from the family all, which bore
the family arms "7Duff' Xpress."
"The cares av political loif and gieral
expresemg require that man shud relax
his moind midst the grand reposh av
tireless nathure's reshtful bosom. I'll
ring that sentiment into me next warrud
club spache, Mary Helen ; be me Bowl
I will. Lave hould av that cowld boiled
ham, James Henry, or I'll throw ye into
the trackless tide.'
The lunch basket was safely deposited
in the shade of a rock, the youthful
Duffs disported bare-legged in the mild
surf, and Mr. and Mrs. Duff wandered,
free from care, O'er the green hillside.
Presently Mrs. Duff discovered a bum
ble-bee in the deep recess of a wild flower
she had plucked. Alas, she had never
seen a bumble-bee before! " Luk here,
Patrick," she exclaimed, "Yez never saw
the loike av that in Key, Pat."
Mr. Duff was too muc of a politician
to commit himself as to his knowledge,
or lack of it without first considering
the subject. Taking the flower from his
wife's hand, he eyed the bee critically
and then assented: "It is a purty bur
rid, Mary Helen." Then he carefully
picked the bee out of the flower between
his thumb and forefinger and repeated
" Yes, it is a very purty burrid ; 1
iink it is a--"
Before Mr. Duff had explained what
he was pleased to think the bee was, he
had dashed the flower in his amazed
wife's face, jumped excitedly in the air
landed hatless and with hair erect, and
again repeated, still slowly, but with
popping, glaring eyes, and in a voice
husy with pain and anger:
"t is a purty burrid, but, holy mur
ther how hot its little fut is I"
" atrick Duff, have you been hitting
that whisky-bottle in the lunch-basket ?"I
exclaimed the indignant Mrs. Duff.
Patrick, in dumb bewilderment, gazed
on his swelling and inflamed thumb and
then at the wife of his bosom before he
" Hod yez rni yer needle through that
burrid, Mary Helen, befeor yez gav' it
to me ?"
" Don't yez be too funny, Pat," said
Mrs. Duff, testily.
",Shure, I'm not funny at all, Mary
Helen, and yez needn't look that way at
me, nather, or I'll break yer vartebr, "
said Mr. Duff, getting madder an his
thumb got bigger.
"Yez had better not be thrying your
thricks wid me, or I'll land ye wan side
av that ugly jaw of yours that 'ull tach
ye who is boss of the Duff family." Mr.
Duff's voice rose as he realized the ful
extent of his hurt.
" Yez have been dhrinking yerself into
transitory jim-jams, Pat, and gez had
better slage it off before Lunch,' replied
the lady in a conciliatory tone, which
only served to aggravate the gentle
man's temper into exact sympathy with
his thumb, for with an irresistible im
pulse he made good his threat, and in a
moment the sweet solitude of the spot
and day was rudely broken by blows
which fell with unconjugal force and ra
pidity on both the heads of the Duff
family, while the bumble bee hummed
drowsily off, moralizing over greatness
of evils when unknown.
Something About Fans.
Kan Si was the first lady 'who carried
a fan. She lived in ages which are past,
and, for the most part, forgotten, and
she was the daughter of a Chinese man
darin. Who ever saw a mandarin, even
on a tea-chest, without his fan ? In
China and Japan to this day every one
has a fan and there are fans of all sorts
for everyb~ody. The Japanese waves his
fan at you when he meets you, by way
of greeting, and the begrwho solicits
for alms has the excednly small coin
" made on purpse " for carity present
ed to him on the tip of the fan.
In ancient times, among the Greeks
and Romans, fans seem to have been
enormous ; they were generally made of
feathers, and carried by slaves over the
heads of their masters and misstrese
to protect them from the sun, or waved
about before them to stir the air.
Catherine de Medicis carried the first
folding fan ever seen in France; and, in
the time of Louis XIV., the fan was a
gorgeous thing, often covered with jew
els, and worth a small fortune. In En
gland they were the fashion in the time
of Henry VIII. All his many wives
carried them. A fan set in diamonds
was once given to Queen Elisabeth upon
New Year's day.
The Mexican feather fans which Cor
tea had from Montezuma were marvel.
of beauty, and in Spain a large black
fan is the favorite. It is said that the
use of the fan is as earefully taught in
that country as any other branch of
education, and that, by a well-known
code of signals, a Spanish lady can carry
on a long conversation with any one, em.
pecially an admirer.
The Japanese criminal of rank is po
litely executed by means of a fan. On
being sentenced to death he is presented
with a fan, which he must receive with
a low bow, and, as he bows, preuto / the
executioner draws his sword and cuts
his head off. In fact there is afan for
every occasion in Japan.-Harpr's
A wm in Albany having announced
that he "had a historical piteber,"
fourteen base-ball clubs have written
him asking what the pitcher's terms
were for the season.
SCRAPS OF SCIENCE.
A Nzw form of thermometer indicates
the temperature of any place at a con
siderable distance through the agency of
THE cranium in giants is usually small
in relation to their stature, but enormous
in absolute measure although their in
telligence is generalLy small. An exam
ple was Broca's giant Joachim, credited
with a very slight amount of sense. Yet
this t imbecile had a huge cranium,
and 'is brain weighed nearly as much as
that of Ouvier.
Tma drawings of the planet Mar,
made by Prof. Harkness in 1877, have
been transformed from the ortho hic
representation to Mercator's projeo'on,
and a map of the planet has been con
structed. General tables have been
computed which give directly the areo
graphic latitude and longitude of the
center of the diso of Mars and the posi
tion angle of its axis as seen from the
THE value of spongy iron upon a large
scale in the filters of water works is be
ing tested at Antwe. The water is
first Jlowed to pass rough a mixture
of iron and gravel oovered with sand, and
then it goes into a second basin, the bot
tom of which is covered with sand. The
experimental results have been more
satisfactory than those from ordinary
filters, and there are no indications of
of any necessity for renewing the iron,
which serves to oxydize the organic mat
ters suspended in the water.
Dn. SIEMENs has lately experimented
on the fusion of metals by means of elec
tricity and has succeeded in melting
1 1-10 pounds into a compact ingot in 4j
minutes. In melting large quantities this
electrical method is rather more than
twice as costly as the ordinary furnace,
but for the fusion of precious or refrac
tory metals, for chemical purposes, and
for other applications where the question
of economy is secondary, the new method
is convenient and practical. In melting
small quantities it may even prove eco
A s'Ax carriage has been used for
some time in Berlin. The Leipzig Ga
zette mentions that another German city.
Chemnitz, the manufacturing center of
Saxony, with a population of about 50,
000, is also using a steam car for the
transport of merchandise through the
streets without the use of rails. In two
months it made forty-four trips, carrying
406,500 pounds, which were easily dis
tributed in all parts of the city, on grades
and curves as well as on levels, without
causing any accident to vehicles or pe
Tma earth's eastward rotation, together
with the increase in rate from the poles
to the equator, has a tendency to ow
the waters of streams against their west
ern banks sufficient to produce quite
marked effects in many parts of the
world. It is noticeable in large rivers
where the deposits are earthy, and the
pitch of the water is small and in the
' tion of the stream, the bank against
'which thwater strikes the more forcibly
being hih and steep while the other is
low. The effect has been observed in
many streams of Europe and Asia, and
on the rivers intersecting the low land of
the Atlantio border of the United
A oP~nmsoN of the principal expend
itures for lighthouse service in France
and the United State. has recently been
published by Emiile Allard. He finds
the average annual cost of light to be
$718 in France and I$2,858 in te United
States. A large part of the saving in the
[French service is undoubtedly due to the
'difference in the cost of labor; but he
thinka that much of it is owing to the
vigorous economy which the engineer
of the department of bridges and high
ways bring to the execution of their la
bors, and to their careful avoidance of
introducing luxurious arrangements
which do not contribute to manifest
In some people passion and' emotion
are never checked, but alowed to burst
out in a blaze whenever they come.
Others suppress them by main force,
and preserve a callous exterior when
there are ragring fires within. Others
are never excited over anything. Some
govern themselves on some subjects,
but not on others. Very much can be
done by culture to give the will control
over the felings. One of the very best
means of culture is the persistent with
drawing of the mind from the subject
which produces the emotion and con
centrating it elsewhere. The man or
woman who persistently prmits the
mind to dwell on disageebe themes
only spite. him or herself Children, of
course, have less self control, and so par
ents and teachers must help them to
turn their attention from that which ex
cites them to something else;- but
adults, when they act like children,
ought to be ashamed of themselves. The
value of self control as a hygienio agent
is very great. It prevents the great
waste of vitality in feeling, emotion
and passion. It helps to give one a
mastery over pain and distress, rather
than It a mastery over us.
AP~oPos of the great fire in Paris a
correspondent offers the following ad
vice: "In disasyrs of this kind one
should proceed with the strictest order
and method. Accordingly, one will
first of all save the children, who are the
future- the women, who are the present;
the old men, who are experience; then
the furniture; and, if there is time, the
collateral relations and the mothers-in
Lov3 looks not with the eyos, but with