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VOL. VI.--NO. 46. EATON, OHIO, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1873. WHOLE NUMBER 332.
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THE LITTLE HAND.
rrhis sweet little gem of a poem Is the prod notion
of the Ute Lady Lawrence, wife of Sir Henry
Lawrence, who was killed in the beginning of the
loepoy reoemon, in mala :j
That hand f thine, my precious child.
How oft its soft caress I won.
And ask, with many a hope and fear.
What is that little hand to do T
How ductile, soft, unworn by toll,
The ready instrument of play,
It executes the fancies quaint
That make life thy one holiday.
It rolls the ball, it guides the pen,
And ciphers strange can deftly trace;
And oft, with warm affection's gush.
It fondly strokes my careworn face.
The mimic arms H well can wield,
And rein thy small and steady steed ;
And when we eon the lettered page,
Points to the tiny words we read.
And in thy parents' hands tis clasped,
When night and morn our prayer is pray'd ;
And pillows oft thy rosy cheek
When slumber's spell is on thee laid.
Twill not be always thus, my boy, ' 1
For real life has other tasks
WluUU that little hand to dot
Once more thy yearning mother asks.
Is H to guide the seaman's helm,
Or point the gun 'mid flashing swords ;
Or will it wield the student's pen.
And clothe thy thoughts in living words ?
Will It be hard and worn with ton T
Or pale with sickness' livid hue T
Oh ! oould thy mother's heart divine
What is that little hand to do I
But might her fervent prayer prevail.
Unsullied should that hand remain
dean from corruption's filthy touch,
And pure from every sinful stain.
Btill ready for thy master's work,
The servant of a willing mind,
More prompt to give than to receive
And grasped m many-a greeting kind.
And may another hand be found
To hold it in love's wedded grasp ;
And may the bands which God then joins
Be one till death shall loose their clasp.
MY GRANDMOTHER'S LEGACY.
I abut my eyes am I dreaming ? I
open them again. Oh, no, it is a bright
reality. The close-oat grass stretching
oat from my window, down to the over
grown plantation, is the same across
which my ancestors tripped in their
high-heeled shoes, before the red tide
of the revolution swept them away.
The old stone foundation, with its
broken Triton and mouldering dolphin,
then threw its silver spray far into the
Bunny air ; now, a few slow drops trickle
among the mosses that fringe its edge.
Have you ever lived where there was
not something that reminded you of the
dead? This is the chair in which they
were sitting, long years before I was
born. - Yonder is the conch where they
"were lying when death opened for them
the door of life. Their eyes saw what I
am seeing ; their ears heard the song of
the birds as I hear them" now. The
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table J. gathered, them this morning
Tinder the oaks in the plantation ; and
bo, hands that have been dost for ages,
: gathered them on some sweet spring
morning in the past.
I am sitting in the little, dark-pan-neled
room where, one sunny morning,
' my grandmother sat with her child in
her arms, when a courier arrived, pant
ing, breathless : "The queen is guillo
tined ! " There was no more hope ; my
grandmother must fly. Clasping her
babe to her heart, she arose ; horses
were saddled ; . a rapid flight to the
coast ; a tearful meeting with her hus
band, disguised as a fisherman ; trem
bling haste ; a crazy boat on a stormy
sea ; a landing on the shore of Scotland
poor, friendless, with aching hearts.
Such was the story I had often heard
from my grandmother's lips.
Left an orphan in my babyhood, she
"was father, mother, all to me. Hour
after hour I have sat at her feet, listen
ing to tales of " beautiful France," of
the gay court, the beautiful queen, the
old chateau where her happiest days
were Bpent.' "You were not born there,
pauvre petite," she would say, softly.
"Ah! that was wrong; but yon may die
there I think you will. Yon will be
thankful for that, Mignon?" And her
eyes would wander over the bleak
Bootch moor, seeing beyond them the
bine sky and flowery fields of her sunny
France. Does she know that her half
prophecy has been in part fulfilled ?
Does she know that at last my feet tread
the grass-grown paths in the old gar
den ? that for me the birds sing and
the trees shake out their tender leaves ?
A new generation of leaves, but still the
same her eyes saw and loved. There is
little changed. A friend remembered
lis ; the estates were saved, and I inher
ited them. Not much money ; bat the
gray walls, the trees, the fields, are
mine. I look around ; I say, " My
own." Does she know all this ? I be
lieve she does. Her picture looks down
upon me now ; .not as I remember her,
with silvery hair . shading her delicate
high-born face, but young, with laugh
ing eyes, and ripe lips just parted in a
smile. ' '. , :. -
In the long talon beyond are rows of
haughty faces, blooming faces, stern,
wicked, saintly faces. One after another
they lifted the burden of life, bore it
awhile, then laying it down crept away
to their long, dreamless sleep, under the
stones in the little chapeL Now there
is only one weak woman's hand to Lift
the banner of the name they bore so
long and nobly. Stretch out your
shadowy hands that its folds trail not
in the dust! Strengthen me, shades of
the dead, that I bear it not unworthily!
The air is still with that stillness that
speaks of life, not death. Somewhere
in the distance Jean is drawing water.
The creaking of the wheel becomes mu
sical through faintness. In the farm
yard the busy hens are cackling, and
one loud-voiced cock is crowing lustily.
Iiisette is clattering about her kitchen,
singing a plaintive little song ; the
. chorus reaches me "Marie ! Marie!
e vous aime toujoura. " I am idly won
dering who was Marie? And did the
signer love her always ?
Presently Lisette s heels click along
the hall. "Mademoiselle's keys," she
says, with a flash of her white teeth.
Jean has found them among the peri
winkle stars. I' take them from her
hand. - One, smaller than the rest, has
slipped off the ring. A little leather
box, clasped with iron, stands before
me on the window seat. A few days
before her death, my grandmother gave
it into my keeping. "Take it, mon
enfant, it contains the life secrets of
many of your race. There are stories,
too, from other lips as they were told to
me. You may like to read them. You
will keep it for my sake." My life has
been a busy one, and I have never
opened it. Now, as I fit the key into
the rusty lock and raise the lid, a cloud
of dust salutes me, and a musty, moldy
smelL The papers are mildewed with
age, the characters almost illegible.
One is tied with a black ribbon ; choos
ing this, I unroll the closely-written
sheets. One falls oat ; it is in my
grandmother s clear, firm nana. An I
how long ago was that written 1 The
date is 17 .
"A strange thing has occurred. I
was ill very ill a year ago. Dear
Henri begged the Moorish physician (so
he is called) to see me. He came, tall
and grave. X was frightened, tie was
gentle to me, and I grew to like him.
He is always among the poor ; he will
receive nothing from any one. Henri
offered him money ; he refused. I gave
him my hand, lie touched it with his
lips. No one knows whence he comes,
or who he is. The poor bless his name.
He never smiles. I was Sure he had
some great sorrow.
" One day a man came to me and
handed me a letter:
"IamilL Will you come ?
" I went with Henri. JXh& room was
hung with black. The physician was
by a window, looking out upon the
court ; it -was full of people poor, and
many weeping. He stretched out his
hand and smiled. 'I have sent for you,
madam, to say "farewell," and to ask
for your husband to procure passports
for my servant he is to take me home.'
" Not now,' I cried, yon are ilL' .
" ' No, not now,' he said ; 'to-morrow.'
" I had flowers for him roses, deli
cate fuchsias, and pure white lilies. ' He
took them eagerly, inhaled their per
fume, fondled them, and told me. the
legends of their birth.
" This is my flower,' he said, lifting
lily from the rest. 'It has returned to
us.' He held it close against his heart,
saying sof tly, Is it an omen of good ? '
He sat musing a long time, gazing up
the blue sky.
"M revoir, 1 said as J. bent over
him. He looked up brightly:
" "No; adieu.
" At the door I turned again : he
waved his hand, then raised the lily to
his lips and smiled. . In the morning
his servant came and gave me a packet ;
contained the manuscript I inclose.
On the outside was writ tea:
" This is the story of my life. No
one will know it but yon. Adieu.'
The man was weeping. ' Mis master
had died during the night."
1 unrolled the yellow sheets. There
was no heading to the story they con
tained. I looked at the end ; there was
name. It commenced abruptly :
" I come of a doomed race. A curse
hung over me at my birth. In conse
quence of a horrible crime committed
one of my ancestors, the good genius
our race deserted us, and a demon.
fierce and cruel, shadowod us with his
" The first-born-child of every gener
ation was doomed, if a boy, to an early
and violent death ; if a girl, to a life of
misery. Generation after generation
the curse had fallen. ' By water,, by fire, j
trie' sword, the nrst-born son had ,
perished ; and a mother' "wept bitter
tears when a girl was placed in her
arms. There was a legend that the
curse would cease when one was found
bold enough to foil the demon ; then.
and then only, would the guardian of
our race return.
" There is Moorish blood in our
veins. In the third generation our re
mote ancestry shows itself. Men call
'the Moorish physician.' True to
instincts, I have devoted myself to
study of Eastern lore. The volume
the heavens has long been open to my
gaze. Earth's deepest mysteries have
yielded to my touch. The voices of the
deep breathe mighty secrets to my ear.
and in the war of the elements, the
flash of the lightning, the roar and
thunder of the ; waves, when man
shrinks back appalled, my spirit finds 1
I was the second son.. My brother
was assassinated by an unseen hand.
"I returned to my home and plunged
deeper and deeper into the abstruse
studies I delighted in. Why could they
not suffice I Alas ! I loved. Ah, fatal
power I When we willed it, our love
must be returned. As I knelt before
altar, I looked upon the fair crea
ture who had yielded her pure heart to
me, as the priest may look on the vic
tim at whose throat he holds the knife.
was pressing the cup of anguish to
those ruby lips ; those sweet eyes would
soon overflow with bitter tears. And
vet, madman that I was, with eager
haste I clasped the fair blossom
closer to my heart, knowing that my
fatal grasp must blight its bloom for
ever. " For one short year, earth's fairest
hues spread out before me ; and then,
darkness and in tempest, our child
was born. There were vague mutter-
gs in the air as I took my infant
daughter in my arms. Uo you wonder
that I could not answer back her moth
er's happy smile ? My rose and its
sweet bud grew day by day in loveli
ness. I suffered tortures. Oh, that
she might be taken before her gentle
heart should bleed for the sufferings of
her child 1
" Years passed. She began to fade
my beautiful flower. I watched her
anxiously. The wind and the wave saw
my sorrow ; they reveal no secrets. Her
sweet life ebbed so Blowly "would it
too late ? With a sigh of thank
fulness I closed her beautiful eyes.
" I wandered from land to land, tak
ing my child with me. I watched her
every step. In agony I waited the time
when the doom of our dark race should
fall on her innocent heart. In Madrid a
Spanish nobleman saw her. Her beauty
charmed him. Bumors of my wealth
had reached his ears. Artfully, selfish
ly, he wove his chains around her. How
hated him 1 From the first I knew
him. The woe was ever worked by a
human hand ; and as I watched the bale
ful light in his hard eyes the close
pressure of his thin, cruel lips I
gnashed my teeth in impotent fury. My
darling ! can you not see how that
strong, fierce hand will crush all the
sweetness out of your fresh, young life ?
And she loved him. He would torn to
with a smile of scornful triumph j
. . .
when her innocent eyes told him this.
Madly jealous, if she displeased him
he would cast a cold, hard look upon
her, whispering harsh, cutting words
of anger, till she paled and trembled,
lifting pleading eyes to him. And I was
" I took her home. The Spaniard
followed us. Our German winter chilled
him, bnt he persevered. The spring
came. Step by step he was forcing me
back. In vain I niehtly lifted despair
ing eyes to the proud stars ; they
smiled down coldly on me, but no voice
" Again I read the moldering parch
ment which recorded the dire curse,
and the mysterious words of prophecy
regarding its fulfillment. By fasting
and watching I strove to read their
" ' The red hand shall do, while the
white hand shall fail.'
" 'The cypress-crowned cup shall
" Both of these images foreshadowed
" Then followed a legend :
" A flower bloomed in the cleft of a
rock. The fierce waves saw it ; they
coveted its beauty, but the rock laughed
down on them as they surged and foamed
at its feet. The tempest woke, the
waves arose ; they dashed their spray
far np the face of the rock. Then the
rock cried, ' Oh, Azrael 1 take thou the
flower, for I can shelter it no longer.'
Then Azrael heard, and stretching out
his strong right hand he plucked the
flower and bore it to sunny plains,
where long it bloomed in peace and
"In the watches of the night the
meaning was made clear to me. I
knelt and cried ' Oh, Azrael 1 I give my
flower into thy keeping. See that thou
bear her tenderly to sonny plains,
where angel hands shall welcome her.'
Then I called my child. She came and
laid her sunny head upon my shoulder.
I gave the cup of death into her hand ;
I watched her drink it I spoke playful
words to her ; I told her it was the
elixir of life, and she smiled as she took
it from my hand. I drew her to the
casement ; she lay in my arms, and I
spoke to her of the things she loved of
the flowers and stars, and of the heaven
ly plains where her mother wandered.
She listened dreamily.. I forced my
lips to smile as she clasped her arms
about my neck. Her breath fluttered a
little, and her startled ' eyes sought
mine. I turned away. Suddenly she
said, 'My father, there is some one
standing in the moonlight, holding out
to me a fair, white lily.' Then I
knew the guardian of our . race had
come for this, his child. J, bowedmy
" In the morning came the Spaniard.
bade him follow me. We stood beside
her. He wrung his hands and wept. I
had foiled the demon.
" Do you wonder that while others
smile my lips are grave ? Do you mar
vel that I keep vigil by the couch of
pain and sorrow? I have no remorse.
did no wrong. Her pure, white soul
went up to God without one stain ef
earth to mar its loveliness. ' But oh, my
child, my child ! . r aint voices call to
me a hand has beckoned from the stars
my time is short 1 My angel ones, I
I laid down the manuscript with a
shudder. Could this be ? I looked
around me fearfully. ' There in her
dress of green, God s beautiful earth
smiled up at the sky. The birds were
singing overhead ; in the kitchen Jean
and Iiisette were . laughing ; the bees
hummed in and out of my window.
Life busy, beautiful life was all
around me. Turning the key on the
ghostly story, I went out into the sunshine.
Mrs. Young, No. 17.
Testimony thickens in the case of Ann
Eliza, wife No. 17 of the Prophet, to
show that her matrimonial misery is
merely a myth. John W.' Young, the
son of the Prophet by wife No. 1, who
is now in New York, has made a public
statement, in which he affirms that Ann
Eliza is a falsifier, and the truth is not
in her. According to the statement of
Young, Jr., Ann Eliza got divorced from
her first husband, who was a plasterer,
and was a widow with two children when
she married Brigham. . When she con
tracted her polygamous marriage, she
did so with her eyes open. The farm
on which she resided was the best in
the Territory, and the house in which
she lived, a handsome cottage, costing
$12,000. A horse and carriage was at
her service, and five servants ministered
to her wants. When she said she must
come to the city, she had a handsome
house furnished her, and Brigham's
steward was ordered to provide her with
everything she desired. : Mr. Young
further said, "If Ann Eliza had only
asked for a divorce, and she had gone
to President Young and told him what
she wanted, he would have divorced her
on the Bpot, and it would not have cost
her three cents." Mr. Young closes his
screed with the pertinent remark that,
if the rest of the world desires to con
vert the Mormons, better examples of
its goodness must be sent to Utah.
Ann Eliza is evidently in a bad box.
There is no probability' that the courts
will grant a divorce. Brigham will not
compromise, his son says, all reports to
the contrary notwithstanding, and Ann
Eliza can never again be allowed to re
sume the family relations or enjoy the
apostolic embrace. She has evidently
gone out of the frying-pan into the fire.
To Stop the Bavages of Moths.
Camphor will not stop the ravages of
moths in carpets after they have com
menced eating. Then they pay no re
gard to the presence of camphor, cedar
or tobacco. A good way to kill them
is to take a coarse crash towel and
wring it out of clear water. Spread it
smoothly -on the carpet, then iron it;
dry with a good hot iron, repeating the
operation on all suspected places, and
those least used. It does not injure the
pile or color of the carpet in the least
it is not necessary to press hard, heat
and steam being the agents, and they
do the work effectually on worms and
eggs. Then the camphor will doubt
less prevent future depredations of the
One woman has set out three thott
sand trees in Greeley, Colorado.
Kansas Crnr, Mo., is said to be the
best cattle market in the United estates
Anna Dickinson is not to go on the
stage, but will deliver 100 lectures this
The Methodist Church, the world
over, claims an aggregate of 15,000,000
" Fob sale or to reat" is posted on
more than 6,000 houses and stores in
Thb Sultan's second son, a lad of 12,
has been made a rear admiral in the
A Buffalo minister recently baptized
twenty-eight children with water that
he had brought from the Joly JianO.
Ktcv. Henry Ward Beechbb sailed in
to New Haven, the other day, calmly
seated on the cab of a locomotive. Any
thing to make a sensation.
Nobth Carolina furnishes a larger
part than any other State ot the 400,
000 adults in the country who can
neither read nor write.
Ex-President Millard Fillmore is
73 years old. Fillmore and Andy Johnson
are the only ex-Presidents living, and
neither of them was elected to office.
Owing to the bad sanitary condition
of the miners' homes in England, the
average length of life among them is be
tween twenty-one and twenty-two years.
Life insurance companies are sending
out prescriptions for the prevention
of cholera. If they would inclose a few
clean shirts it would probably be as
One of the Siamese twins was recent
ly summoned to serve on a jury in
North Carolina. Chang would not go,
and Eng was fined $25 for non-attendance,
The experience of all countries that
have been robbed of their forest is to
the same effect, an experience of disas
trous spring freshets and long summer
A patent medicine for children, which
has recently been analyzed in Boston,
was found to contain three-tenths of a
grain of morphia in the dose directed
for a child.
The debt of "Vermont is only $195,-
649, while the treasury contains almost
a quarter of a million dollars, and is
credited with a large amount of uncol
"ABXETthe champion camerpigeon
which is to accompany the Graphic
balloon, in a trial flight made the dis
tance of sixty-four miles in an hour
and a quarter.
So great is the demand for Paris
green and arsenic, used to kill cater
pillars and cotton worms in the South,
that both articles have considerably ad
vanced in price.
The condition of the Hon. John P.
Hale is now more hopeful than at any
other time since his recent misfortune.
The fractured parts of the hip bone
seem to be slowly uniting. ;
England is afflicted with myriads of
mosquitoes, creatures heretofore un
known to that climate, produced by the
recent unusual heat, and tie suffering
natives are writing to the limes for
Successful cattle breedere in Europe
give molasses constantly to fatten cat
tle and milch cows.- A large uerrnsn
farmer gives a pint a day, mixed with
oil cake, to his cows, largely increasing
An ex-cook to the great Catharine II.,
of Russia, has jnst died at the ad
vanced age of 127. The Emperor Nich
olas pensioned" him with 700 roubles an
nually. He leaves a son aged 98, whom
they hope to raise if so untoward acci
dent occurs to him.
Down at Beaufort, S. C, the men take
partners for surf bathing as for a dance. -A
handsome young fellow plants himself
in the water and opens his arms as the
breaker is coming. A young lady nies
to his clasp, and there remains safe un
til all danger is over.
Pope Pius IX. is reported as so fully
restored to health as to be able to re
sume his usual food and exercise. He
retires a little before midnight, and
rises at half-past five o'clock, attending
during the day to ordinary ecclesiasti
cal duties as before his lllueis.
The carpet worm is a nev pest just
discovered. It is of dark color, less
than half an inch in length, nd covered
with fine hair. It makes havoc with
carpets in a short time. It is said that
hne salt or hne cedar chips sprinkled on
the edges of carpets will protect them
from its ravages.
"James Jenkins," said school-mas
ter to his pupil, " what is an average ?"
A thing, sir, answered the scholar,
promptly, "that hens lay eggs on."
" Why do you Bay that, you silly boy I
replied the pedagogue. " Because, sir,"
said the youth, " I heard a gentleman
say the other day as a hen would lay,
on an average, a hundred and twenty
eggs a year."
This comes from Ohio :
Under this sod
And under theie trees
Lieth the bod
y of Solomon Peas
He's not in this hole,
But only his pod ;
He shelled out bis soul
And went np to his Qod.
A very adhesive cement, and one par
ticularly useful for fastening the brass
mountings on glass lamps, as it is un
affected by petroleum, may be prepared
by boiling three parts of rosin with one
part of caustic soda and five parts of
water, thus making a kind of soap,
which is mixed with one half its weight
of plaster of paris.
They tell of a harvest hand who was
severely attacked with cholera morbus,
and his physician asked if he had eaten
anything the night before. " Oh, no ;
nothing but a couple of cucumbers, a
can of cove oysters and a watermelon or
two." Some peoples' stomachs can't
A Vienna Bath.
I have been testing a bath-house. I
explored the establishment, asking eve
ry one I met "fur ein warmes bad."
Some pointed in one direction and some
in anotlu r. At last I found myself be
fore the woman who sold the tickets. I
paid fifty kreutzers.. She called "Ma
rie I " Marie, a bright, black-eyed
German maiden, came. She went to a
shelf and burdened herself with a quan
tity of linen. Then she signed for me
to follow. I went in an expectant, won
dering and rather anxious frame of
mind. Marie went into a neatly-furnished
bath-room. Marie spread a
linen Bheet in the tub. Marie then
turns on the water. Marie waits for
the tub to fill, and I wait for Marie to
depart, that I may commence disrobing.
Marie seems in no hurry. I ponder
over the possibilities involved in a
German warm bath. At last Marie
leaves. Then I modestly remove my
collar. Suddenly Marie returns. It is
only to bring another towel. ' Great
Scott ! There is no "lock on the door,
and supposing I had been . I got
into my bath in fear and trembling.
These people are bo queer in their ways.
Marie may return with two or three of
those great, strapping German women
to scrub me. I know nothing of their
bathing customs. Marie no longer dis
turbs me. On emerging I examine the
pile of linen she has left. There is a
small towel and two seemingly large
aprons, long enough to reach from the
shoulder to the heels. I can't imagine
what they are for, unless to throw on
and dry oneself in. I put them to such
use. I would so use forty were they
left, for I am resolved to have my 50
kreutzers' worth in some way. When I
inquired the use of the two aprons, I
discovered that they were to be worn
while Marie came in, and, turning off
the hot water, lets on the cold. Vienna
Awards to Americans at the Vienna Exposition.
A Vienna dispatch to the New York
Herald, savs : Anions- those who have
been awarded medals of merit are Ault
man, Miller & Co., of Akron, Ohio, for
mowing machines; Jtsullock & Co.. Cin
cinnati; McCormick, Chicago, reapers;
Deere & Co., Moline, HL, agricultural
implements ; Northern Pacific railway,
for map; States of Alabama, Indiana,
and Tennessee, for minerals; Burck
hoult & Co., Cincinnati, oils; G. Fox,
Cincinnati, starch ; Gest & Atkinson,
Cincinnati, oils; Proctor & Gamble,
Cincinnati, soaps; Emil Scheffer, Louis
ville, pepsine; Stein, Hirsch & Co., Chi
cago, starch ;. Wilson, TTrnkle & Co.,
oxmaxr, books ; William . jBesor-
Co., Cincinnati, stoves; Pope Bros.,
Cincinnati, moulding; Leclercq Bros.,
uainpoiis, u.; John uullici, t. Jjouis :
the cities of Cincinnati and Chicago;
the printing-house for the bliud, Louis
ville; Conrad Fabeland Morey, Louis
ville; Wisconsin Leather Company, Mil
waukee; John Grassieno, Cincinnati,
stoves; T. N. McDermott, Cleveland;
American Institute- of Architecture, for
plans of building ; As tor Library, New
York, for promotion of science; Cooper
Institute, New York, for improvement
of working classes ; Sanford & Co.,
Cleveland, account books ; Bureau of
Engraving and Printing of Treasury
department, Washington; las. sandy,
Cincinnati, photographs; Henry Mass
ler, Cincinnati, paints and colors ; Henry
Beckman, Cincinnati, . photographs ;
Wilson sewing Machine Company.
Cleveland; Jones & Laughlin, Pitts
burgh, shafting ; Kogers Wheel Com
pany, Cincinnati wheels. :
A Centennial Cheese.
Among the many suggestions that
have been made in regard to the Phila
delphia celebration of '76 that from a
New Hampshire man who proposes to
make a centennial cheese is the most re
markable. His letter to the commission
ers, with the exception of some details
which are eliminated, reads as follows :
" Dear Sirs : I speak of cheese
cheese in the grandest and most sub
lime sense of the term ; cheese such as
the world has never seen ; cheese 1
hundreds of thousands of pounds of it.
It shall be an immense plain, the con
solidated efforts of every cheese manu
facturer in the United States, and will
be capable, when laid down upon its
side, of accommodating many hundreds
of people. Such a cheese as the one I
speak of would certainly create aston
ishment, and would gain for our manu
facturers the admiration of the world.
I desire space for such a cheese. Can
I have it ? Answer."
It has been suggested that the cheese
would answer a variety of purposes ;
that it would make an admirable race
course, for its circumference would
certainly exceed half-a-mile. Its sur
face would be even and free from dust,
and when it had worn through the
interior might be scraped out, leaving
only its shell, so that windows and en
trances might be inserted, and the
whole thing might serve the require
ments or a restaurant more wonderful
than any of those farmed out by the
Commissioner at Vienna. Worcester
Variety of Food.
The Scientific American is of the
opinion that we require yariety in our
food. It says experience has proved
that, for some reason unknown to sci
ence, variety is essential to health after
reaching the age when we are free to
choose our food. The perpetual recur
rence of the same edibles, even though
their number be considerable, becomes
in all periods of life, except infancy,
not only wearisome, but positively in
jurious. Salt pork, salt fish and pota
toes, with pies, poor bread and Japan
tea, are the staples of food of thousands
of families during our long winters. It
should be understood how needful a
change of diet is from time to time.
Fresh vegetables, particularly in the
country, are readily obtained and pre
served, and should be unsparingly used.
The edible roots, as turnips, carrots,
onions and beets, and cabbages, are as
well worth preserving as the omnipres
ent potato. All these vegetables need
thorough boiling, and more than they
But two establishments in Great
Britain make charcoal iron.
The Creation; According to the Modocs.
Mr. Joaquin Miller, in his book enti
tled Life Among the Modocs, has given
some picturesque sketches of Indian
life and traditions. Among much other
interesting matter, he tells us that the
idea of the creation of the world as it
was entertained by the Modocs, now
verging on extinction in accordance
with the demands of modern civiliza
tion, was this : The Great Spirit made
Mount Shasta first of alL, He pushed
down snow and ice' from the skies
through a hole which, he made in the
blue heavens by turning a stone - round
and round, till he made this great moun
tain ; then he stepped out of the clouds
on to the mountain top, and descended
and planted the trees all around by put
ting his finger on the ground. The sun
melted the snow, and the water ran
down and nurtured the trees and made
the rivers. After this he made the fish
for the rivers out of the small end of
his staff. He made the birds by blow
ing some leaves which he took up from
the ground among the trees. After that
he made the beasts out of the remainder
of his stick, but he made the grizzly
bear out of the big end, and made him
master over all the others." Having
done that, the Great Spirit converted
Mount Shasta into a wigwam, and its
volcanic eruptions are the outcome of
the fire that he lights in the center of
the mountain. The development of man
was a later occurrence. The daughter
of the Great Spirit, venturing too far,
got astray and fell into the power of the
grizzly bears, and she was forced to
marry one of them, and the red men
were the fruit of the marriage. These
red men were taken under the protec
tion of the Great Spirit ; but the griz
zlies were punished by being compelled
to walk on four feet, whereas before
they had walked on two. To this day
the grizzly bear is never slain by the
red men, who recognize in him a sort of
Among the events of the famous Mor
mon war was the burning of the Nauvoo
temple. The structure was burned in
the night time, and so successful was
the party engaged in its firing that prob
ably he was never suspected. The re
cent death of the incendiary, however,
has removed the necessity of further
secrecy, and a day or two ago we were
put in possession of his name and the
facts connected with the burning of the
temple, by the only living person cogni
zant of them. The temple was fired by
Joseph B. Agnew, who recently died in
Appanoose township, Hancock county,
in Illinois, at the age of 58 years. It
wan plwayw supposed that the party who
burned the building had -entered
through the basement, but the facts are
Mr. Agnew surreptitiously obtained a
key to one of the doors of the temple
sometime before the act. No one was
engaged with him, and only four knew
he was the party. Agnew prepared his
fire balls and other combustibles at his
residence. Placing them in his saddle
bags, he rode on horse-back to Nauvoo,
and in the night entered the temple
with his key, passed up the cupola, ar
ranged his materials and fired them, and
then quietly escaped the way he came.
Our informant, who is a responsible
and prominent citizen of the western
part of the State, says he can produce
the key of the temple which Agnew
secured in order to accomplish his work.
The Turf, Field and Farm says:1
Our manner of transporting live ani
mals is so fiendish as to call for prompt
reform; and without the real facts are
presented for the consideration of the
people, there will be no change for the
better. In the year 1872, there arrived
at the seven cities Washington, Balti
more, Philadelphia, New York, Albany,
Providence, and Boston 1,000,324 cat
tle, 2,932,149 sheep, and 3,465,446 hogs.
Estimating the average weight of cattle
at 1,200 pounds, and the loss incurred
by death in starving, smothering in pro
cess of transportation, at 10 per cent.,
we have a clear sacrifice of 120,038,880
pounds of beef. Placing the shrinkage
on hogs and sheep at 15 pounds per
head, we find that the loss on 2,932,149
sheep amounts to 43,982,235 pounds;
and the loss on 3,465,446 hogs is 51,
981,690 pounds. Aside from this, we
must bear in mind that a very large per
cent, of the' cattle, hogs and sheep
slaughtered are absolutely unfit to go
into the human stomach. The tricks
and inhumanity of the drovers and deal
ers cause a great waste, and add vastly
to the cost of meats. It is full time
that the consumer was made acquainted
with the facts, in order that the cry for
reform may be heard from one end of
the land to the other.
A Paris Horror.
A large draper's shop has been burned,
and reveals from the death of three shop
assistants how the latter are boarded.
All modern shops in Paris have the roll
ing iron shutter, which once let down is
locked, the proprietor keeping the key.
In the case in question, the assistants,
after their supper, made their beds, as
usual in such establishments, on the
shop floor, the proprietor locking them
up as safely as . the goods. When the
fire broke out there was no exit but by
the shuttered door. The three young
men cried for relief, the proprietor could
not be found ; the police cut at the iron
with hatchets ; the voices within grew
weaker, then ceased. The inside of the
shop was a furnace, and three shriveled
save where lengthened by muscular
agony carbonized masses were all that
remained of the poor lads.
A Babe Dies from Fright. The
Boston Herald asserts that an infant
only five days old died from fright in
Newtonville, Mass., on Friday last,
under the following circumstances : On
that evening a very heavy thunder storm
prevailed in this vicinity, and at each
report of the thunder the babe jumped
spasmodically, and gave every evidence
of thorough fright possible in so young
an infant. At last a terrific clap came,
and it died instantly. The lightning
struck a house only . a few rods distant,
but it is not thought that the electricity
had any effect upon the child, for it was
not felt by any others.
HUMORS OF THE GRANGE.
The swiftly increasing numerical strength of the
farmers' Granges,1 or anti-monopoly associatkraa
of the "Patrons of Husbandry,' in the West, has
made it Incumbent upon the average politicians of
that section 'to assume agricnltnral pretensions as
rspidlv as possible. " Hay-seed in the hair and blue
drilling overall," says the Indianapolis Sentinel,
" are now the fashionable affectation of him who
craves the ballots of rural electors." The humor of
this style of time-serving is obvious, and an occi
dental bard turns it to satirical account, for the
Atchison Champion, in the following supposititious
" Serenade of a Modern Politician to his Love :"
The moon is shining on the grange.
The winds are bushed, the leaves are still.
The patient stars look soltly down
Upon my cot at Shannon Hill.
Then come, my horny-handed love,
And wander through the dell with me.
And gaze at the Durham bull, ,
And listen to his pedigree.
Once I was in the railroad ring.
But now my hands are hard with toil ; -I've
scattered hay-seed in my hair.
And blacked my boots with harness oil.
My city cows have all gone dry,
I am no longer in my prime ; '
My day is drawing to its close, . '
And it will soon be milking time.;
I think I know a new milch-cow ' . . '
That's just exactly what I need ; '
She's thin from running out to grass, ' - V
But only wants a change of feed. X -111
mix a mash of free-trade bran,
- Swindles, high taxes, and back pay, s
And ooax her to the ballot-box, . . V
And feed her till eleotien day. '-
With one to grasp her by the horns t
And one to hold her by the tail 1 -Oh,
let me safely sit between.
And calmly nil my milking-pail ;
And when November's breezes show- ,
Tis time my Berkshire hogs to kill,
IH move hack into town again,
And sigh no more for Shannon Hill !
Why is a captain haranguing his crew
an upholsterer ? Because he is a deck
orator. The wild boar is one of the most
dreadful animals in nature, except the
tame bore. ' . .
Love matches are often formed by
people who pay for a month of honey
with a life of -vinegar. .
' - Why is a 'young lady like a bill of ex
change ? Because she ought to "be set
tled when she arrives at maturity.
It is suggested that young ladies are
so anxious to get husbands . becausa
every woman is amiss until she is mar'
Who could have been the wretch ? '
Hear him : " The average Massachu- ,
setts girls don't want any better facilities
for sliding down hill than a codfish with
a string through the gills.". '
A NewYobx female who read that
the Hoosao Tunnel cost $9,000 per yard
said she would have a dress pattern off .
from that piece if the old man didn't
lay up a cent for the next two years. ;
A man in New York went to - bed
drunk the other night, rolled but and
broke his neck ; his wife found him dead
in the morning. Moral : Shun the flow
ing bowl or else take the back side of
A printer was boasting the other day
about his wonderful ability to set type.
I know what you cant set" said a
comrade. "What is it? "Two hens
on one nest."
It was an Irish coroner who, when
asked how he accounted for an extraor
dinary mortality in Limerick, replied,
sadly : "X cannot tell, xnere are peo-
ile dying this year that never aiea
What is the difference between a good
dog show and a bad one ? When it is a
good one, the dogs go to the show ; but
a bad one, the show goes to the dogs.
Jones don't see the use of militia.
"What." he bawled out. " is better to
disperse a crowd than a good police- -man?"
"A yaller-backed wasp,"
shrieked an urchin in the street.
A jitdgk at Montgomery, Ala., re
cently interrupted a very flowery young
orator with " Hold on, hold on, my
dear sir I Don't go any higher. Yon
are already out of the jurisdiction of
Undergoing his examination, a medi
cal student was asked what was the
mode of action of disinfectants. He
replied : " They smell so badly that
the people open the windows and the .
fresh air gets in."
A Wisconsin Justice of the Peace
divorced a couple recently as follows :
He stood them in the middle of the
floor, backs together, and . as they,
walked away from each other . he re
peated the marriage ceremony back
ward. Scruples English ' tourist ' My
man, what's your charge to row ma
across the Frith ?" Boatman " Weel,
sir, I was jist thinkin I canna break the
Sawbath-day for no less than fifteen
" Wife." said the father of aJ very
diminutive child, but which made con
siderable noise, "spank it, and make it
keep quiet I" . " I would, my dear," re-
plied the considerate lady, " but really
it is so small that I cannot find room for
a spank." - ' ...
Tmt New Orleans Picayune savs upon
its own personal authority that after
rolling all night in your berth at sea,
till you are miserably sick, it is irritat
ing to have a steward open the door in
the morning and ask if you will have a
fresh roll for breakfast.
How Minister Washburn came to be
called " Sir Elihu " in the Paris papers
is exnlnined. A reoorter heard Mr. W.
in conversation with a Kentuckianwho,-
sir, was telling him, sir, that this coun
try, sir, isn't fit, sir, to compare with
the Blue-grass region, sir, and you
haven't, sir, got a glass of Bourbon, sir.
Tlirt AiPFarantv VkatwAAn t.Vl rtost of
narrow-gauge railroads and ordinary
t f..i : 1.4 nnA ltnl innl) fratirra la
rather more than most people imagine
that is, if we are to take the word of
a writer in the f inancier, xnere are
now fifteen narrow-gauge railroads in
operation in the United States, having
700 miles of track, and there are no less
than twenty organizations and 1,250
miles under process of construction.
The roads have been planned and con
structed in the past two years. The
cost through a level country is about
$10,000 a mile, including equipment of
rolling stock, while the broad-gauge
costs from $35,000 to $40,000 per mile.