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Miscellany.
KIT CARSON'S RIDE.
BY JOAQUIN MILLER.
Ton bet yo; I rather pie to.
whoii. " biser. Whoa. Pacha, boy,
No. you, whiten think to. to look at his eyea ;
Bat be is badeer blind, and it happened thin wise:
lay in ibe grasses and the sunburnt clover;
That spre&4 on the ground like great brown
cover;
Korthward and southward and west, and away
To the Brazos, to where onr lodges lay.
One broad and unbroken sea of brown, '
Awaiting the curtains of night to come down.
To cover us over and conceal our flkrht
With my brown bride, won from an Indian town
That lay In the rear the full ride of a night.
We lounged In the grasses her eyes were on
mine,
And her hands on my knee, and her hair was as
wine
In its wealth and its flood, pouring on and all over
Her bosom wine-red, and pressed never by one.
And her tonch was as warm as the tinge or the
clover
Burned brown as It reached to the kiss of the sun ;
And her words were as low aa the lute-throated
dove.
And laden with love as the heart when it beats
In its hot eacer answer to earliest love.
Or ue bee hurried home bv its burden of sweets.
We lay low in the prays on the broad plain levels.
Old Kevels and 1, and my sto en brown bride.
"Forty foil miles if a foot to ride.
Forty fall miies if a foot, and the devils
Of red Camancbes are hot on tbe track
When once they strike it. Let the son go down
Boon, very soon," mattered bearded old Revels,
As he peered at the sun, lying low on his back,
Holdins fast to his lasso; then he jerned at his
steed.
And sprang to his feet and glanced swiftly around.
And then dropped, as if shot, with his ear to the
grounu,
. Then again to his feet, and to me. to mv bride.
While hii eyes were like fire, his face like a
enroua.
Bis fom lifce'a king, and his beard like a cloud.
And his voice loud and shrill, as if blown from a
reea,
"Pall, pull in your lassos, and bridle to steed.
And speed you if ever for life von would f Deed.
And ride for your lives for your lives you must
nap;
For the plain is aflame, tbe prairie on fire.
And feet of wild bore hard flying before,
I hear like a sea breaking high on the shore,
W lie tne buffalo come like arnrge of tbe sea,
Difven far by the flame, driving fast on us three.
As a hurricane comes, crushing palms in its ire."
We drew in the lassos, seized saddle and rein.
Threw them on, sinched them on, sinched them
over again.
And again drew the girth, cast aside tbe macheers.
tjai away ttpiaaros, looseo tne seen rrom its roifl.
Cast aside the catenas red and spangled with
cold.
And gold -mounted Colt's, true companions for
Cast tne red1 silk serapes to the wind In a breath :
And so bared to the akin, sprang all haste to the
horse.
As bare aa when born aa when new from the
hand
Of (iod without word, or one word of command.
Turned head to the Brazos in a red race with
death:
Turned head to the Brazos with a breath in the
hair
Blowing hot from a king leaving death in his
course;
Turned head to the Brazos with asound in the air
Lir the ru-h of an army, and a flash in the eye
Of a red 'wall of Are reaching up to the sky.
Stretching fleire in pursuit of a black rolling sea,
Kashine fast unon us as the wind sweeping free
And afar irom the desert, bearing death and des
pair.
Uot a word, not a wail, from a Hp was let fall,
Not a kiss from my bride, not a luok or low call
Of love-note or courage, but on o'er the plain
Ho eteadv and stili. leaning low to the mane.
With toe heel to the flank and the hand to the
rein.
Bode we on, r.ds we three, rode we graynoee and
nose.
Beaching long, breathing load, like a creviced
wind blows.
Tet we broke not a whisper, we breathed not a
prayer
There was work to be done, there was death in the
air.
And the cnar.ee was as one to a thousand for all.
Gray nose to gray nose, and each steady mustang
Stretched neck and stretched nerve till the hollow
earth rang.
And the foam from tbe flank and the croup and
the neck
Flew around like the spray on a storm-driven
deck.
Twenty miles 1 thirty miles! a dim distant
speck....
Then a .oug-re aching line and the Brazos in sight.
And I rose in my seat with a shout of delight.
I stood in my stirrup and looked to say right.
But Re vein was gone; I glanced by my shoulder
And saw his horse stagger; I saw nia head droop
ing Hard on bis breast, and his naked breast stooping
Low down to the mane, as so swifter and bolder
Ran reaching oot for us tbe red-footed fire ;
To right and to left the black buffalo came,
In miles and in million, rolling on in despair,
WHh their beards to the dust and black tails in the
air.
As a terrible surf on a red sea of flame
Bashing on in the rear, reaching high, reaching
hi her.
And be rode neck to neck with a buffalo boll.
The monarch of millions, with shaggy mane fall
Of smoke and of dost, and it shook with desire
Of battle, with rage and with bellowings load
And unearthly; and up through its lowering cloud
Came the flash of hie eyes like a half-nidden fire.
While bis keen, crooked horns through the storm
of his mane
like black lances lifted and lifted again :
And I looked bat this once, for the fire licked
through.
And he fell and was lost as we rode two and two.
I looked to my left then, and nose, neck, and
shoulder
Sank slowly, sank surely, till back to my thighs;
And np through the black, blowing veil of her
batr
Sid beam full in mine her two marvel one eyea
With a longing and love, vet a look of despair.
And a pity for me as she felt tbe smoke fold her.
And flames reaching far for her glorious hair.
Her sinking steed faltered, his eager ears fell
To and fro and unsteady, and all the neck's swell
Sid subside and recede, and the nerves fall ss dead.
Then sbe saw that my own steed still lorded his
- head
With a look of delight; for this Pacbe, you see.
Was her father's, and once at the South Santafee
Had won a whole herd, sweeping everything
down
In a race where the world came to run for a crown.
And so when I won the true heart of my bride
My neighbor's and deadliest enemy e child.
And child of the kingly war chief of his tribe
" She brought me this steed to the border the night
Sbe met Revels and me in her perilous flight
From the lodge of the chief to the north Brazos
side.
And said. so hair greasing of ill as she smiled.
As if jesting, that L and I only, should ride
rhe fleet-footed Pacbe, so if kin should pursue
I should surely escape without other ado
Than to ride, without blood, to the north Brazos
side.
And await her and wait till the next hollow
moon
Hang her horn in the palms, when surely and
soon
And swift she would join me, and all would ne
well.
Without bloodshed or word. And now as she fell
From the front, and went down in the ocean of
Are,
The last that I saw was a loot of delight
That I should escape a love-a desire
Tet never a word, not a look of appeal.
Lest I should reach hand, should stay hand or stay
heel
One instant for her in my terrible flight.
Then tbe rushing' of fire rose around dm and
ander.
And the howling or beas's like the sound of thun
der Beasts burning and blind, and forced onward and
over.
As the paxtlonate flame reached around them and
wove her
Hands in tbeir hair, and kissed hot till they died
Till th"y died with a wild and desolate moan.
As a sea heart-broken on tbe hard brown stone. '
And into the Brazos I rode all alone
all alone, save only a horse long-limbed,
And blind and bear and burned to the skin.
Then Just as the terrible sea came in
And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide.
Till the tide blocke 1 up, and the swiTi stream brim
med In eddies, we struck on the opposite aide.
.
Sell Pacbe blind PacheT Now, mister, look
here; .
Ton have slept in my tent and partook of my
cheer
Vtny days, many days, on this rugged frontier I
For the ways they were roush, and Camanches
were near. '
But yoa'd better pack upl Cane yoar dirty skin! i
I couldnt have thonght you so niggardly small.
Do you men that make books think an old mount
aineer On the rough border born has no torn turn at all?
Sell Pache 1 Ton buy him 1 A bag full of gold 1
You show him I Tell of him the tale I have told!
Why, be bore me through fire, and ie blind, and la
old!
Now pack np your papers, and git np and spin.
And never look back. Blast yon and yoar tin !
As old gentleman living near Newbury
port, Mass., called for cough medicine at a
drue; store the other day. The first dose
stiffened him out as stiff as a stake, and he
lay on the floor two hours foaming at the
month, and he swelled np as big as two.
This he thought the effect of his disease,
and so he took another dose, and says that
it straightened him out stiffer than before.
He lay foaming at the mouth for three
hours, and swelled up as big as three.
When he came to himself he took a spoon
ful of the medicine and threw it into the
fire, when it exploded with a great flash,
and what remained in the bottle he dashed
against the stone wait Then he went to
the store and found his bottle of congh
mixture all safe, but a bottle fly poison
was missing.
A woman in Oxford County, Maine,
eighty-two years old, who worked for
twenty-five cents a day and saved the
monev, has just given $300, her wage for
four years, toward building a Universalist
church.
At a spiritual meeting the other even
ing a gentleman requested the medium to
ask what amusements were most popular
in the spiritual world. The reply was,
Reading our own obituary notices,''
VOLUME I.
5
EASTERN
McCONNELLSVILLE, OHIO,
FRIDAY, AUGUST
11, 1871.
NUMBER 19.
BY JOAQUIN MILLER. THE STRANGE VISITOR TO W-.
BY GEORGE L. CATLIN.
Towabds the close of a Ion?, hot sum
mcr day, not many years ago, the daily
mall coach came down the sua ltd street
ot the quiet village of W , on its way
to tne old Ia-himed hostlery standing at
the cross roads in the centre of the town,
where a sign, swinging to the wind, an
nonnced entertainment for man and beast,
and where, in tact, for all travelers in that
mail-coach the djy's journey ended. The
day had been a mercilessly warm one ; the
dost, in great clouds, rolled np trom tne
wheels, the driver sat begrimed and coat
less on his box, and the jaded animals
barely kept np at a gait faster than a
walk, Dy tne consciousness 01 tneir near
approach to the night's resting-place. Not
unpleasant, either, was the contrast which
tne dusty vehicle with its occupants pre
sented to the cool, quiet of the sidewalks
and verandas which it passed on its lazy
journey down the shaded thoroughfare.
Bareheaded urchins sat ur.ori tne grassy
banks, or tossed their hats aloft in wel
come. Bevies of laughing, fair-haired
children flitted bv. while within the white
palings which lined the street could be
seen, seated here and there in the shadows,
happy tamily groups, delightfully sug
gestive of refreshing coolness and com
tort.
So, it any rate, thought the solitary
passenger whom on that particular even
ins the mail coach brought to W . He
had been riding all day, had traveled for
several days previous, lie saia, ana was
not a bit sorrv to near the end of his j oumey.
A rather singular looking old gentleman
he was. too. at first Bight, not at all such
a one as you wonld single out in a crowd to
ask for either sympathy or assistance. mis
face had a worn and forbidding look to
the casual observer, his dress was plain,
rather inclined to seediness even, ana,
when he spoke, his voice was quick and
testy, like that of aman who had battled all
his life with care and anxiety, and had
learned to ask no odds but those which his
own energies and exertions gave him.
Good-natured Hoggs, tne anver, wno in
his decade of stage-coach existence had
made a study of human nature in all its
phases, had made up his mind pretty
early in the day that his solitary passenger
was not a man to De easily cultivated, an
efforts to draw him into conversation had
Droved futile. And yet, thought Boggs,
'there's something kind and good behind
that crabbed face and short answers, I'll
be bound."
He made a final and partially successful
efforts, however, as they seared the via
latre. Jiver in W Deiore, sir r ne ss&eu.
" Yes ves but a long time ago. Has
the Dlace chanced much T "
" Precious little, to my knowledge, for
twenty years back," answered ttoggs.
" Twenty I it s twice thai since x was
here " said the stranger.
Mere boy, then, 1 s pose, continued
Boggs.
" x es, quite a joungz er wneu x jeit me
place," was the reply; and then the two
had relapsed into silence.
And now as they passed on through the
twilight shadows toward the village center,
the old gentleman peered eagerly out, now
on this aide, now on that, now gazing
closely at some one or mother or the gaunt
old dwellings embowered in flowers by the
roadside, now leaning forward as some
brook, or tree, or other lamiuar lanamars:
came back to his memory. And so, as he
looked and pondered, the vehicle came to
a halt before the tavern door, and the jour
ney was over.
The old man for he did seem old, as
with his short, bent figure, and limping
rait, he shuffled up the hotel steps, ana
across the sanded floor gave some direc
tions about bis baggage which consisted
of a small superannuated trunk, and a carpet-bag
which had seen its best days long
ago inquired in a sharp, fitful way where
the proprietor was, and upon that in
dividual making his appearance, in the
form, not of the conventional rubicund
visaged Boniface, but of a demure, sober
faced man, whose lethargic movements
and resigned expression of countenance
marked him as one who simply conde
scended to make his earthly home and to
keep a hotel in W because he couldn't
do any better, propounded in rapid mono
syllables the inquiry whether he had any
comfortable rooms vacant.
"Do you simply want lodging overnight,
sir," meekly inquired the host.
" No, sir," was the reply ; " a week, two
weeks, a month, or two perhaps."
A momentary gleam of the sordid seem
ed to overcome the submissive in the inn
keeper's countenance, but it quickly faded
away again, as its owner said, " I trust we
shall be able to accommodate you, sir.
Please register you name."
The stranger glanced over the pages of
the book before him. Not an arrival that
day none the day before in fact, only
two for a week back. To this beggarly
record of guests, be added his signature,
scrawling in little, dried-up characters,
which looked for all the world like him
self, the inexpressive name, "John Thomp
son, New Orleans."
The old gentleman was fatigued, and
after a little repast, all to himself, in the
diniiing-rooui, was shown np to his apart
ment, a corner bed-chamber, gorgeou-ly
stiff and cool with its white curtains,
snowy bed-spread, and straight-backed
chairs.' The window fastening were, as is
usual in rural taverns, all out of order,
and the simple country maid of all work,
who innocently held her ear to the key
hole, after bidding the guest "good
night," heard Mr. Thompson fuming and
fretting as he wrestled with the refractory
catches, until finally the sashes went np,
the blinds were flung open, and the opera
tion culminated in an emphatic grunt
about equally made np of disgust and sat
isfaction. Meanwhile the loungers down
stairs were airing all sorts of random
speculations as to the character and de
signs of the new comer speculations
which necessarily were of a most unsatis
factory nature, in view of the limited in
formation to be extracted from the taciturn
Boggs and the almost illegible scrawl on
the register.
But could they have known the thoughts
that were crowding thick and fast upon
the mind of him who sat in the window
above, looking out upon the moon-lit
street; could they with him have recalled
the memories which came over him
memories saddened by the vision of want
and hardship, and a moss-covered tomb
stone in the village church-yard hard by
the most cureless and callous of them
would haw prayed for a blessing on that
gray-haired head, with ite weary, thought
ful fLoe.
W , at the time of its revisitation by
the somewhat eccentric Mr. Thompson,
was a quiet country village, with scarcely
two thousand inhabitants, and possessing
no especial characteristics to distinguish it
from the hundred other villages which nes
tle lovingly among the hills, or on the
bosom of the landscape within a circuit
of a hundred miles from the metropolis.
Extending along the turnpike road for a
diatance of half a mile or more on either
side were straggling rows of cottages,
interspersed here and there with more os
tentatious dwellings, while an occasional
shop-wiudow or Sign peeped cut from be
neath the trees to vary the monotony.
About raid way another street intersected
the main roid, at about the junction of
these two thiwaghlares, forming, with
the exception of lew back lanes and side
streets, the entire village, were clustered
the principal stores, the post office, the
office of the newspaper, which weekly is
sued to denounce local abuses acd laud the
American bird to the ultimata thule of
glory, the court-house, where semi-annu
a
"
it
of
of
allv lone-bearded country lawyers and
grave, knowing old judges cam" together
to plead "Uoubttul questions oi ngnt ana
wrong," and, last of all, the hotel, t'ie
Washington House, the veritable head-
quarters, 'twas said, of the Father of his
(Jountiyin the old it evolutionary cays.
One st raving from this business center
came in the one direction upon an old
stone bridge spanning a swiftly running
brook.and saw before linn the dusty roa J
winding its serpentine course up an almost
interminable hill beyond ; in the opposite
direction he passed the village cnurcc, t
reiic of the olJen days, renovated by mod
em hands, and came suddenly upon the
banks of a canal, the favorite resort of ur
chins for swimming in summer and skat
ing in winter. Aud then beyond were
hills, and meadows, and corn-ncids, ana
groves, and swamps, and endless vista of
worm fences, with here and there a farm
house peeping out in short, a scene of
tranquil beauty, telling only of peace and
prosperity.
Now, the unannounced advent of " Mr.
John Thompson, of .New Orleans," to
little place like this did at all events pro
duce no small sensationvamong the gossip
hunters. .There were; naturally enough,
two or three families of resident Thomp
sons, each and all of whom, after diligent
inquiry of their memories, failed to recall
any relatives living in the remote city from
which the new comer hailed, (specula
tions as to the old gentleman's financial
status were no less varied ana aiverse.
The rustv garments in which he again
made his aonearance at breakfast on the
morning sueseediDg his airival, earned for
him, in different quarters, the several ap
pellations of poor man, pro Dame miser,
and disguised millionaire. Meanwhile
Mr. Thompson was stoical, was unap
proachable : hesitated not to express his
emphatic disgust at whatever did not suit
him about the house, cast withering
glances, coupled with short replies, at one
or two adolescent rustics wno naa tne
hnrriihnnrt in uvnut him on the front piaz
za, and final"-, with his hands buried deep
in his coat-tail pockets, limped and shuffled
down the steps and turned aown tne cross
fttrppt aa if for a at mil. lea vine- the vil
lagers in a state of doubt and curiosity
bordering on despair.
All that day he was absent. It cannot
be said none knew where, for different
ones, lounging in and out of the hotel at
various hours through the day. spoke of
having met the stranger, ana inquirea wno
he was. One had seen him standing on
the doorstep of old Mother Campbells
co ttRML ranrin? vioorouslv at the door:
another he had accosted on the road about
a quarter of a mile away, with the in
quiry of where Farmer Matthews house
had stood. The house had burned down
some years before, but the man had pointed
out the spot, as near as he could, and gone
on about his business. Still a third had
seen the old man wandering about in the
old church-yard, attentively examining the
inscriptions, and had finally seen him
seated on a grass-grown mound, with his
head buried in his hands, and apparently
unconscious of observation. And last of
all, about twilight, home came Mr. John
Thompson himseu, loosing worn uu
wearv. but with a gentler tone in his voice.
as he asked that his supper might be sent
up to his room. And so the gossips were
none the wiser, ior tnai nigni, ai leaaw
The next day they got a slight crumo oi
comfort, terminating in only a deeper
mystery. After he had partaken of his
breakfast. Mr Thompson drew the meek
and lowly host into a corner, and quietly
inquired "Who is the best lawyer we have
in these parts"
Well, there are three or four good
ones, was the answer. - quire jessup,
over the way, is about as sound and square
man as any of them, I guess."
A young man r
"No. sir. he's been practicing here
these fifteen years, and must be hard onto
fifty."
" Thank you," said the visitor, and in a
quarter of an hour after he was closeted
with 'Squire Jessup, an elderly man, of
genial, benevolent mein, whose mild greet
Lng, as he ushered in his unexpected
caller, went far to convince the latter that
he had found the sort of a man he
wanted. ....
"I shall have to request," said JHr.
Thompson, with something of his former
tartness, after he had seated himself in
the cozy arm chair, removed his hat, and
wiped his forehead with a great bandanna,
I shall have to request that what I am
about to say to you, Mr. Jessup, shall be,
for Uie present, strictly confidential." The
lawyer nodded assent.
" I am John Thompson, continued the
visitor, and my home is Jiew uneana.
Years ago, 1 was tor a time a resiaeni oi
this village, and I have now come back to
in my old age to see what changes time
has made."
The 'Honire was about to ask some
thing, but was interrupted by " Pray don't
ask me any questions now, sir. What 1
have to say shall be said in a business-like,
straight-forward way. I have called to
secure your services. Can I trust your"
At this sudden and direct interrogatory.
the lawyer turned and looked his visitor
fall in the face. "With anything that is
honorable and right, Mr. Thompson, I
sav ves. voucan trust me. I ask no higher
endorsement than the respect which my
fel low-townsmen bear me. and the love and
affection, especially, ot the poorer classes
among them. I ask no better encomium
when I die than the tears which the needy
and destitute, whom Providence has en
abled me to befriend, may shed over my
grave." His countenance warmed as he
poke, ana the pnae oi an nonest, gener
ous i.:art shone in his mild blue eyes as
they met the attentive glance of the
stranger, me latter ieu reassureu.
"To be brief then." sail he, "I want
you to buy me a piece of property a part
the Matthews farm."
" A sood niece of land, that." said the
Squire, " and worth a good figure."
-1 shall want about ten acres of it," he
continued, " including the site of the old
farm-house which stood on the knoll near
the road."
"And how nigh do you want to pay for
it?"
"A fair. price, which you can better
udge of than I can. Who is the owner t"
" Matthews still owns it that is the son
the old man, Joshua Matthews."
Can you arrange an interview ?
Yes, he lives near at hand. I can send
for him now."
"Better send for him then," said Mr.
Thompson.
In less time than the old man had ex
pected, there came a rap on the door, and
the brown, sunburned face of a man of
thirty, tall, and uncouth in figure, peeped
in. " Want to see me, 'Squire 7"
Yes," said the lawyer ; " come in, Mr.
Matthews. This is Mr. Thompson, a gen
tleman from the far South, who has taken
notion to settle down in W , and is
looking for some eligible property.
With this introduction, the three sat
down, and in half an hour the bargain was
struck. Mr. John ihompson had pur
chased of Mr. Caleb Matthews all his
right, title, and interest in the ten acres
aforesaid, in consideration of the sum of
ten one thousand dollar notes, all ensp
and new counted out on the table before
him, the said Caleb Matthews, (slightly be
wildered) by him, the said John Thomp
son (as cool and self possessed as a cucum
ber). Then Mr. Thompson, reiterating his
request that the purchase might for the
present be kept a perfect secret, bade the
other two good day, promising to call to
morrow for his papers.
Rnt. snite of the wiunction of secrecy
laid upon him, Caleb Matthews, with his
ten new Dans: notes rusiiiDg in pui;a.ei,
found the news too good, and too surpris
ing, to keep it long to himself. Between
him and a garrulous wife and half a dozen
brothers and their wives, the information
soon rpread itself through the village, and
of course it gathered strength and dimen
sions with each repetition. Stories of the
fabulous wealth of the mysterious stranger
were circulated, and it was with a deferen
tial regard that the glances of those he
met on his diiy rambles were tiirtctca
toward him. Day by day the public cu
riosity about him became greater, but he
seemed to rare not a straw in fact, ap
peared unconscious of being the best no
ticed man in the village, lie had no in
tercourse with any casual acquaintance.
As the days went on he even grew
moodier and more reserved than ever,
passing an hour or two every morning
surveying his newly nought ten acres,
tramping them over and over again, and
busying himself in all sorts of quiet spec
ulations. One dav.j list a week after the
purchase, he called on 'Squire Jessup.
The kind-hearted lawyer received him
cordially, as before, and wondered that he
had not called sooner tor his papers.
" I'va been very busy, all by myself,"
was Mr. Thompsons answer. "And
now I've called to emrage your services
again. Let me see. The deed is all right,
is it ?
"Perfectly. There it is, sir, signed,
sealed and delivered."
Mr. Thompion took the document, read
it carefully through, asked one or two
questions, ana then, toiotng it up again,
laid it away in his capacious wallet, and
proceeded :
" I wish to begin building at once. The
plana and specifications for the proposed
edifice I have here with me, and ready for
the builder. Now what I want you to do
is to obtain for me a fair estimate of the
total cost of materials and labor required
for its completion before the loth of next
December."
Mr. Jessco 6tretched out his hand to
take the drawings whicn his visitor naa
produced, and elaaced over them hastily.
"Why." said he, " this calls for a larger
and finer building than any we nave in
town."
Mr. Thompson's eyes sparkled for
moment. " Indeed r was all he said.
" Of brick, with one hundred and fifty
r., .1 AnA hnnnvl foot rlonth "
the lawyer read. "Why, you dont mean
to occupy such a house as this all alone, I
hope!" he said, laughingly.
Not replying, Mr. Thompson continued :
"if the estimates, which, Dy tne way, l
should like vou to submit within a week.
are satisfactory, I would ask the privilege
of naming you, sir, as my representative
in carrying out the details of the work, in
drawing up the contracts, aid in making
the payments when they fall due ; in return
for which you have only to name your
compensation. I have my particular rea
sons for asking this of you, and I hope
you will consider it favorably.
" l thank you lor the trust you oesire to
repose in me, said the squire, -ana ac
cept it."
Send in your Dill Whenever you ae-
sire, said Mr. Thompson; - ana let there
be no unnecessary delay in the estimates.
Do as you would do for yourself, and my
word for it you will not regret it"
And so he left the puzzled lawyer to his
reflection. Straightway there went forth
mysterious summonses from the dingy
little office to carpenters and joiners, and
bricklayers, and plasterers, and painters,
and for several days thereafter there was
quiet little conclaves where figures and
plans and roujhly-scrawled calculations
held high revel, and, finally, within the
time appointed. 'Squire Jessup sent his
client word that he was ready to see him
again. The terms were concluded satis
factorflv. the papers were signed, Mr.
Thompson deposited a check for one half
the amount ot the estimate, tooa a receipt
for it, and directed that the work should
be be (run at once. " I am going away for
a while," said he, " and will keep you ad
vised of my whereabouts, so that you may
write me from time to time what progress
is being made."
"You have placed in my hand," said
the good old lawyer, " a trust which 1
hope you will find has not been misplaced."
And they shook hands and parted, and
the next day's stage coach took away Mr.
John Thompson in the direction from
which he had come.
A month passed away, and then another
and another, and the calm, genial days of
the Indian summer came around once
more to throw their garments of scarlet
and gold and russet over the fields and
orchards and woods about the peaceful
little villaee upon which we have looked.
And day by day the walls grew higher,
the great building began to loom up more
and more distinctly on the little knoll
overlooking the village, and with it rose
proportionately the speculation and curi
osity of beholders. A glorious mansion
it was, with great, wide, airy halls, and
long corridors, and high ceilings, and
broad, covered verandahs, and galleries
suggestive of those to be seen in the
tropics. There were in it rooms innu
merable, both great and small. Sitting
rooms, with great, generous windows for
letting in the sunlight, cosy little bed
rooms, and pantries and closets of all
kinds. And all with such an air of bright
ness and completeness throughout, from
top to bottom, that every one who strolled
np there to look at "old Thompson's
place," as they had come to call it, in
variably envied the comfort of the future
inmate.
And then there came at intervals, con
signed to 'Squire Jessup (he alone knew
from whom), vases, and figures, and bird
houses, and no end of odd rustic chairs ;
and the workmen laid out paths and
graveled walks, and set out shrubbery and
hedges of box, and put a high board fence
about the whole ten acres with a huge
gateway in front, so that now people could
no longer enter at pleasure, but had to
peep in through the trellis-work ; and then
the workmen' all left, a monster padlock
appeared at the gate, and lo! Mr. Thomp
son's place was finished and ready for au
occupant.
By this time winter had set in, and 'peo
ple were already talking of the holidays.
Just before the happy season arrived,
came back, a sort of a harbinger of Santa
C la us, Mr. John Thompson not in a
dusty stage coach in the twilight, but
wranned up in buffalo robes behind a lot of
jingling sleigh-bells, and well into the
hours ot night.
The next day his arrival was the town
topic; everybody hsd expected him, of
course ; he looked older many thought, but
he was as active as ever, for all that made
an early call ut the Squire's, passed most
of the day in going over the building and
grounds, and, returning in the evening,
slipped away to his bed before any one had
even half a chance to see him. Then, as if
surprises would never end, or, rather, as if
Mr. John Thompson's fund of eccentrici
ties were inexhaustible, there appeared a
dy or two afier, posted up all over the
village, an invitation to high and low,
rich and poor, young and old, to attend a
house-warming to be given on Christmas
eve, by "John Thompson, Esq , of New
Orleans, at his recently-cdmpleted resi
dence in this village." And the village
newspaper in its next issue contained the
same invitation, strengthened by sundry
hints, and pretty broad ones, too, that no
one could well afford to miss such an oc
casion as this promised to be. And so
days chased each other by, and people
wondered as they saw the preparations
for the festivities; tables, and chairs, and
crockery, and whole wagon loads of good
things, all drawn up and quietly disap
pearing within the mysterious gateway.
At li6t the eventful evening came, and
a hundred lights glancing out from the
windows of the new building cast their
broad glare down the snowy road and lit
np the garden and grounds with a blaze of
light. The host bad no reason to regret
the liberal hospitality, as standinc at the
wide doorway, he welcomed the throng of
rich ana poor, young and old, who, at
tracted by various motives, had come in
response to his invitation. Squire Jessup,
arrayed in his best suit, with high collar
and brass buttons, was everywhere among
the guests, looking happy and proud as
one who has dlschargtd an important
trust And still the throngs flowed in at
the doorway, and Mr. Thompson had
kind word for each ; and then, finally, the
great house was full of people.
Just when the buzz of conversation and
the noise of many feet seemed at their
height, there came a sound oi seme one
rapping to secure silence, and, looking
around to discover the cause, the guests
saw Mr. John Thompson standing on
chair in the center of the hall, evidently
derirous of savins; something. " Sh
8h . sh ." when round the assembly.
" Quiet, there," shouted some, and amid a
Suenoe Hardly to nave ueen nuueiiriieu mi
such a crowd, the queer old man began to
speak, though in a voice which seemed no
longer sharp and testy, but softened and
tremulous with emotion.
" Mr friends." he said, " one and all,
who have come to visit me this evening,
and. I hone, to enioy yourselves, I would
ask your patience and forbearance while
I relate a little story. On this same night
a eood many years ago, so many that
sc&rcelv care to count them, there passed
along yonder highway, through a driving
storm and bitter cold, a poor young wo
man, leading by the hand a little boy of
six years her son. Whence she came, or
how. matters not in my story. She was
destitute, hungry and broken-hearted, but
she saw the lights in yon village yonder,
and was pressing cn with a fierce energy
toward hope and help in the distance.
Alasl weaned nature could bear her up no
more, and she sank down under the dark
shadow of a tree by the roadside. Even
then not forgetting to shield her poor
child under her thread bare scanty gar
ments from the cutting blasts. 1 hey tell
asleea She is sleeping still in the dear
old church-yard yonder. The little boy
whom she warmed in her last emorace
was spared by Providence to grow up to
be the old man who no w stands before you.
Ood sent me kind and benevolent friends
from among you in those terrible days of
adversity. For my life, my education, my
whole character I have to thank those of
you (and there may be some here who re
member the incident) who took me in
their keeping, and provided for me until,
in an ungrateful day. I stole away to make
my way alone in the wine, wiae woria.
My friends, it has been a hard, long
ournev for these forty years. I have seen
disease carry me to the verge of a tomb to
which I had previously consigned all
whom I loved. Storms and war and other
misfortunes have, time and aeain, left me
all but impoverished. Yet I have come
out unscathed, carrying with me through
it all the remembrance of that unpretend
ing tombstone in yonder churchyard, and
the consciousness of one solemn impera
tive duty to be done before I die. That
duty, by God's will, I shall to-night dis
charge. Nevermore, if I can help it shall
a poor struggliHg mother perish in cold
and want bv vour roadsides. Never shall
your poor, your sick, your aged want for
comfort, food and shelter. See! this
building which I have caused to be erected
do you know what it is for? For me,
do you thick? "I expect fiaoerto enter it
again. It is for your poor and sick and
destitute. I have built it" and here the
old gentleman nervously pulled a docu
ment from his vest pocket " See ! here
is a copy of a deed by which I have trans
ferred this house and ground entire to the
proper authorities for this purpose. In
doing this act I realize the dream, the am
bition of the greater part of my life. I
thank "God that he has enabled me to so
realize it And now. in conclusion, my
good friends, I will say that you will find
music all ready in the other room for an
old fashioned dance, and a good supper
when you want it Make yourselves as
happy as you can, but I doubt whether, at
the height of your glee, there will be one
among you who is half as happy as old
John Thompson."
Amid tears and cheers, and countless
wringings of his withered hands, the old
ecntleman descended from his chair, and
was lost in the crowd. He came to the
surface once more in the first jig, dancing
at a furious rate with the prettiest buxom
lassie in the room, and then disappeared.
The feasting and dancing went on until
morning; but when the daylight stole in,
and the guest3 began to ask for Mr.
Thomnson. to bid him " good-bye." nobody
had seen him he had shot away behind
some jingling sleigh-bells in the night, and
has never since been back to W .
Iced Water.
During the hot season the excessive
use of iced water is one of the most pro
lific sources of disease and sudden death.
In very hot weather, when water is rend
ered extremely cold by the use of ice in
the cooler, no person should drink it in
that condition, but should pour in, or draw
from the hydrant as much water of the
ordinary temperature ' as will modify the
iced water to about an uctotjer tempera
ture. Then he may drink without damage.
Nothing is worse for the teeth than ex
tmmplv cold water : and many a man has
acquired dyspepsia by its bad effect upon
the stomach. Not a tew have suffered
from congestions which were dangerous or
deathly. We remember a boy, smart,
black eyea, ana nanasome, wuu waswu
nected with our office. He was ju3t old
enough to be wise above that which is
written. isemg one uay rouuusuaicu
with foT drinking two or three glasses of
water as cold as ice could make it he re
plied tartly, " Water is never too cold for
me ; I never feel the slightest injury from
its use." The weather was extremely hot
and if ever cold water could be used at any
time, that, of all others, when the system
was e-verheated, was not the time to use it
so copiously. The next day he was not in
the office, and the following day he did
not come. The third day about noon he
made his appearance, and looked as if he
had had chills and fever for three months.
He drank no more iced watertnat summer,
and probably got a lesson which will last
him his life-time. It is a wonder it did
not kill him. A word to the wise is suffi
cient Phrenological Journal.
ESOORGBMEHT OF A HEN'S CROP.
Early in the spring, a valuable Brahma
hen in our flock had eaten so largely of
snreds of corn-fodder as to completely
engorge the crop, which was hard and
very much swollen. We took a fine pair
of scissors, and removing a few of the
feathers, cut open the skin of the breast
and exposed the crop. This was then
opened with the scissors for an inch in
length, and the mass of fodder removed.
A stitch was put through the lips of the
wound and tied, other stitches were passed
through the skin and secured, and the hen
was released. The operation was perfect
ly successful Hearth and Home.
The Country Gentleman says that cu
tivators frequently allow raspberry bushes
to run rampant the season through, and do
the pruning the following spring, when
much severe cutting is requisite in bring
ing the plant into shape. A proper share
of attention at the right time, and a small
amount of labor, will enable the owner to
bring them into a suitable form, retain all
their vigor, and obviate much of the care
required for staking the plants.
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
An inch of rain falling upon an acre of
laud, weighs about 100 tone.
Premiums, policies and dividends are
paid in cash in the Washington Life In
surance tjompany, oi new xora.
It is stranje that grocers never bfiome
rich, since tncy always give their goods
weigh.
"Remember, life is but a dream; Its
date the intermediate breath we draw."
Insure in the Mutual Life, of Chicago.
A New Orlbams man who tried to
frighten his wife by playing burglar, hopes
to recover, even if they can't find the ball
It is announced, upon the oest medical
authority, that it is easy to " see through "
a man who has a pain in hit' side.
A Utica man sat on his umbrella at a
lecture to prevent its theft When he got
up it was gone, and he wants to Know
where and how.
In the Dressing-Room". Husband
" Mary, dear, aren't yon well ; why don t
vou come down stairs?" Wife "Oh,
I've got one eyebrow blacker than the
other, and I can t hnd a pencil anywhere,
and it won't wash off; I don't know what
to do at all.
The New Bedford Merturg says Charles
D. Wrightington, a, mechanical genius
of Fairhaven, has recently completed a
miniature steam engine, perfect in every
detail, of about one mouse power. The
boiler is three inches long, and the machine
contains over 800 piecesome of which
are of gold. It runs finely.
Three McCartys, one with a baby,
nave wanted irom inaianapoiis to x-niia-
delphia to look alter a tract or land be
longing to Cornelius Titus McCarty, de
ceised. The Philadelphia Press says
they were dusty and bare-footed after their
tramp tor thirteen weeKs. xney begged
their food along the route.
Nrari.v 3.000 persons a population
greater than that of the average American
i . j : i.i . .i
villages maae uay uiu-ci auic uu uigufc
hideous in the sinele block of tenement
houses bounded bv Baxter, Park, Mul
berry and Bayard streets. Yet nothing
can tempt them from this contracted
scene of concentrated pestilence and
misery to broad, pleasant and happy
pastures in the West Mew York Tribune.
The manager of a London theater ob
serving, one morning at tbe rehearsal of
some music, that one oi tne nana was
quiescent he leant over from the pit in
which he was standing and touched him
on the shoulder" Why are you not play
ing, sir t" " I have twelve bars rest sir,"
auswered the musician. "Rest? Don't
talk to me about rest air! Don't yon get
vour salary, sir? 1 pay you to play and
not to rest, sir! Rest when you ve done
your work, and not in the middle of it!
Ejections of criminals in Prussia will
hereafter be performed with an axe having
a straight edge twelve inches in length.
The culprits are to be fastened to a block,
and their heads are to be bnckled in such
a manner as to make it difficult for the
executioner to hit with his axe anything
but the neck. Heretofore, not a few exe
cutions resulted in a manner horrifying to
the sensibilities of the spectators, owing
to the nervousness of the executioner, and
to the imperfect manner in which the vic
tim had been attached to the Diocx.
A few nights since, at a late hour, the
speaking-tube at the office-door of one of
-KjAar T.tian'a nmuilor nhfTfliniftna was n avi
by some midnight wag, to the following
effect: The doctor was in a sounu steep,
when he was partially awakened by a
" halloo " through the tube, when the fol
lowing dialogue took place : " Well, what
do you wantt "Does Dr. Jones live
here " "Yes, what do you want f ' "Are
you 1T. Jonesr lea. ur. cimon
Jones? " Yes ye! what do you want?"
Why, how long have you lived nerer'
Some twenty years; why?" "Whyt
why don't you move " " If you stay there
about ten seconds more you'll find I am
moving ?" and he bounded out of bed, but
the " patient " was heard " moving " down
the street at a rate that defied pursuit
A new and valuable invention has lately
been made by an engineer on the Eastern
Division of the Erie Railway. It consists
of an arrangement by which an engineer
of a locomotive can instantly change his
headlight from a white to a red light This
is done by means of levers Inside the
headlight connected with the cab of the
engine by a rod, by which a red glass is
drawn over the disc The peculiar advan
tages of this light are developed on a
double track. When two trains are ap
proaching each other on different tracks
and one meets with an accident which en
cumbers both tracks with the wreck, the
light can be instantly changed, thus show
ing the danger signal immediately, and
thus saving the three or four minutes nec
essary for a man to run ahead with the
signal.
Tint new explosive called lithorracteur.
literally stone breaker, has attracted con
siderable attention in Europe. It is com
noaed of nitro glycerine, gun-cotton.
chlorates, infusorial earth, and the constit
uents of gunpowder. The exact propor
tions and the manipulation in the prepara
tion of the compound are known only to
the inventor, Professor xngeis, and tne
manufacturers, Gebruder & Krebs, of Col
ogne. It IS OI tne cunaisicuuo u
putty, and cannot be exploded by concus
sion. When lighted in the open air, it
simply burns without explosion; when
confined and ignited by fulminate its
power is fully developed, xne i-russians
used it for destroying siege guns after the
capture of Fot Issy. It is now used for
blasting purposes in England. One pound
and one and a half ounces of lithofracteur
fractured twenty-six feet of rock, and a
similar quantity of the explosive brought
down twenty tons of rock and loosened an
enormous mass beninu tne ooro. xuw
new compound is gaining ground in Eu
rope from its nonliability to explode in
transportation, by concussion, or by the
changes in the atmosphere.
Two Kinds of People.
Ar mnot uTmlff nmnfir ftaintii
that I ever knew was a person who never
had any influence over me. I would never
have thought of telling her secret or oi
ponfpaoini? fault But it was different
with old Aunt Chandler. She was one of
those happy fat women Dounuiuiiy pig
: ,1 anA ; Tf qIia fAno-ht mefltpftlinir
uuuuuc uu w n o
apples, she would take me into the house
as II tor casugauon, ana men wuum uw
the apples in the drawer and give them to
me one by ene ; and when 1 was put to
1 ;v ..... n,. aimnor.wrtir-Ti- to A bnv
ucu wmiuu. bi-i' 1 '
growing at the rate of ten knots an hour,
was no small thing she would bring me
bread and cheese while mother was pray
ing. I felt guilty for liking the bread and
cheese better than the prayer, but I did.
Once my father said to me, " Henry, do
you want to go hunting with me?" It was
a moment of trancendent joy. But Aunt
Chandler, not knowing of the invitation,
asked me to go to Collins' store -for some
snuff. I loved her too well to refuse. I
raced down the street and raced back, but
father was gone. You may laugh, but that
was the darkest hour of my life, and I
look back and pity myself for it now.
I would do anything to serve this friend
who sympathized with me. This illus
trates Scripture : " Scarcely for a righteous
man would one die; yet for a good man
one would even dare to die." It is not
righteousness so much that we want as
goodness. Men want everything to run
into themselves. There should be an out
ward circulation. He who helps man
helps God. We serve God by taking care
of His children. Henry Ward Beeehefe
Lecture Room Talk.
Youths' Department.
SEWING.
BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
C bv t'je window th.ro sits to-day,
A dear i it tie maiden her name is Rose;
And her thonichts are oat with the birds at play.
And her needle drags through the seam she eewa.
The thread provoke tier, Devona a aoaot;
It knots and anarles; and the needle tries
To murder her patience out and out.
For it pricks her Anger, "u, dear 1" she cries.
I see the trouble she cannot see:
The witches are playing their pranks with Bose;
xnej aance around, ner in sportive glee.
And, U. how they laugh at her tearful woes I
They twitch the thread as it leaves her hand.
They knot, and tangle, and twist it wrong;
And poor litiie Rose cannot understand
Why her sewing-hour should be so long.
" 1 dont mind sewing on rainy days,
Said the restless Rose, "but it seems to be
A cruel thing to give np my playa
When all ont-doors is enticing me I
This seam can wait, bnt my heart rebels.
And longs to carry me far away,
ToHtae woods, to the beach where I gather shells
O, how can 1 work when 1 want to play !"
A bird leaned bard on tbe rose's stem.
And bent the bud till it fanned her cheek.
And Rote, through her tears, looked out at them.
And fancied she heard them softly speak.
"If I were yon, little girl," they said,
MI would hurry nd finish what rd beenn,
"And keep my mind cn that bit of thread,
Hot think of play till 'he work was done I"
Sua smiled through her tears, and she bent her
neau.
And plied her needle with haste and fkiU;
"I'll pat my heart In my work," she said;
"And that will help me; I know it will!"
They polished the needle, and smoothed the
tnreaa.
And danced around ber m sportive glee.
And the sewing-hoar Jfras quickly sped.
Our Young Folks.
Willy and His Dog.
When Willy was about six years old,
his father lived in a mining country, where
lead is found under the ground. In
searching for lead, the miners begin by
digging a large round hole, which they
call a shaft There was a shaft in Mr.
Lee's pasture, which some miners had be
gun, but had abandoned before it was very
deep.
At that time Willy was a very little
fellow ; but he knew a good deal for a boy
of his age. He knew how to read and
write. He often wrote letters to his uncles
and aunts, which pleased them verv much :
for, though he did not write as grown-up
people do, his letters were just as plain as
print
Oo when his birthday came, one oi his
aunts sent him a little writing-book to
carry in his pocket There was a place in
the book for a pencil, and his aunt had
put a nice little red pencil in it so that
Willy might write just when he pleased.
Willy thought a grat deal of this little
book, and alwavs kept it in his pocket
One day he called his dog, and said,
"Come, Caper, let us have a play ; " and
away ran Willy and the dog to have a play
together uuder the trees.
Willy s mamma was very busy; but she
loved her little boy so well that she soon
began to miss him. She went to the door
and looked out nd could not see Willy
anywhere ; but she knew that Caper was
with him, and thought they would come
back before long. She waited an hour.
and still he did not come. Then she went
out to look for him.
When she came to the gate by the road,
she met Mr. Lee, and told him how long
Willy had been gone. Mr. .Lee thought he
must have gone to sleep under some of
the trees, lor the weather was very warm.
So they went to all the trees under which
Willy was in the habit of playing, and
called him, and called Caper, but they
were no where to be round.
By this time the sun had gone down.
Mr. Lee ran to a neighbor to get
help to find his little boy. Poor
Mrs. Lee was almost wild with
fright The news that Willy was lost
bwh spread over the neighborhood; and
all the men and women turned ont to hunt
They hunted all night; but Willy was not
to be louna.
When daylight came. Mr. Lee got home,
looking very pale, and his voice trembled
as he spoke of his darling boy. As to the
poor mother, her heart seemed to be
breaking.
The neighbors were gathered round, and
all were trying to think what to do next
when Caper came bounding into the room.
There was a string tie-1, round his neck,
and a bit of paper tied to the string.
Mr. Lee took the paper, ana saw mat u
was a letter from Willy. He read it aloud.
It said, " O pa! come to me. I am in the
big hole in the pasture."
livery body ran at once to tne iar cor
ner of the pasture, ana there, sure
enough, was Willy, alive and well, in the
shaft Oht how glad he was when his
dear papa caught him in his arms and
lifted him out! And his mother I cannot
tell yon how glad she was. Sometimes
she cried, and sometimes she laughed, as
she held him in her arms, and looked into
his face, to be sure that nothing was
wrong with him.
Now, 1 will tea you now my came to
be in the shaft He was playing with
Caper in the yard, when he thought he
would climb over the fence and take a lit
tle run in the pasture. He soon found
himself on the green grass under the great
trees ; and then he though he would run
all over the pasture.
So he kept on till he came to the shaft
He went close to the edge and sat down;
and, in bending over to see how deep it
was, he lost his balance, and fell in. He
tried very hard to get out, but could not.
He could just reach tne top oi tne amui
with his hand, bnt no farther.
When bis good little dog saw that his
master was in the shaft, he would not
leave him, but ran round and round,
reaching down, and trying to pull him
out; but while Caper was pulling Willy
bv the coat-sleeve, a piece or sod gave
way under his feet and he fell in too.
Willy called his mother and father as
loudly as he could, but the corner of the
pasture was so far from the house, that no
one could hear him. He. cried and called
till it was dark : and then he lay down on
ground, and Caper lay down close beside
him. How glad Willy was to have his
dog with him! It was not lorg before
Willy cried mmseii to steep.
When he awoke, it was morning; and
he began to think of a way to get ont
His little writing-book was in his picket
He took it out and, after a good deal of
trouble, wrote the letter to his papa.
Then he tore the leaf out and took a
string out of his pocket and tied it round
Caper's neck, and tied the letter to it.
Then he lifted the dog up, and helped him
out and said to him. " Go home, Caper,
go home." The little dog scampered
away, and was soon at home, and Willy
was soon taken out of the shaft The
Nurtery.
Put Salt in it.
"Mother, what makes you put salt in
everything you cook? Everything you
make you put in a little salt, and some
times a great deal."
So spoke observing Annie as she stood
"looking on."
Well. Annie, 111 make you a little loaf
of bread without any or it and see it you
can find out"
O mother it doesn't taste a bit good '
said she after she had tasted of it
"Why not?"
" You didn't put any salt in it"
"Mother." said Annie a day or two
afterward. "Jane Wells Is the worst girl I
ever saw ; she slaps her little brother, and
rills hi hair, and acta real hateful. When
told her it was naughty to do so, and if
she would be kind to her brother he would
be kind to her, she only spoke
rough lb me, and hit him again. Why
won't she take my advice, mother r
"Perhaps you don't put any slt m it
Season your words with grace, my Ci'd.
Ask help of God in all vou sav and do.
and your words, spoken in theLspirit r
Christ, will not tall to the ground. Don t
forget to pit salt in it, or else it won't
taste good."
m m m
Letters of Recommendation.
A gentleman advertised for a boy to as
sist him in his office, and nearly fifty ap
plicants presented themselves to him.
Out of the whole number he in a short
time selected one, and dismissed the rest
" I should like to know," said a friend,
" on what ground you selected that boy,
who had not a single recommendation."
"Yon are mistaken," said the gentle'
man, " he had a great many. He wiped
his feet when he came in, and closet! the
door after him, showing that he was care
ful. He gave np his seat instantly to that
lame old man, showing that he was kind
and thoughtful. He took off his cap when
he came in, and answered my questions
promptly and respectfully, showing he wa
polite and gentlemanly. He picked np
the book which I had purposely laid upon
the floor, and replaced it on the table,
while all the rest stepped over it or
shoved it aside; and he waited quietly for
his turn, instead of pushing and crowding,
showing that he was honest and orderly.
When I talked with him, I noticed that
his clothes were carefully brushed, his
hair in nice order, and his teeth as white
as milk ; and when he wrote his name, I
noticed that his finger nails were clean, in
stead of being tipped with jet like that
handsome little fellow's, in the blue
jacket Don't you call those things letters
of recommendation ? I do, and I would
give more for what I can tell about a boy
by using my eyes ten minutes, than all the
fine letters he can bring me. Little Corporal
Khorassan.
This place where, according to our tele
grams, hundreds of human beings are daily
dying for want of food, and the starving
people are actually reduced to cannibalism,
lies between lattitude 8133 degrees 30
minutes N., and longitude 53 63 degrees
30 minutes ., and is the largest province
in Persia, containing 210,000 square miles.
Nearly one-third of this area is a salt
waste ; a large portion of the remainder
consists of plains of shirting sands, leaving
a comparatively small part susceptible of
cultivation. The fertile districts are in
the North, where the high range of the
Elburz Mountains crosses the country,
throwing out spurs, thus forming an ele
vated district abounding in wel 1-watered
valleys. Art assists the work of nature by
means of canals, which conduct water
wherever it is moet needed ; but this sys
tem of irrigation, though much used in
ancient times, has been to a great extent
abandoned on account of the incessant in
ternal troubles which have disturbed the
province for many centuries past The
chief products of Khorassan are grain,
cotton, silk, hemp, tobacco, aromatic and
medicinal plants, fruits and wine. Gold,,
silver and precious stones are to be found
there, and large numbers of camels, horses
and asses are raised. There are also manu
factories of silk, woollen, camel's and
goat's hair fabrics, as well as muskets and
sword blades. The principal towns are
Meshed, the capital ; Nishapur, Yezd, and
Astrabad. The inhabitants are mostly
Mohammedans of the Shiah sect In
former days Khorassan included the de
sert of Khiva or Kharasm, and the district
now known as the kingdom of Herat ; but
the first was aen&rated from bv it bv the
warlike Seljuks at the beginning of the
eleventh century, and the latter about 1510
since which time it has been more than
once seized and held a short period by the
Persians. Khorassan itself has been'
several times disunited from the Persian
empire, but was finally permanently at
tached to it at the commencement of the
sixteenth century, by Ismail Son, the first
Suffavean Shah of Persia. Missouri Re
publican. .
National Bank Circulation.
Washington, July 28.
The total circulation issued to the Na
tional Banks, to date, is 1318.686,999. The
act of July 13, 1870, authorized the issue
of $54,000,900 additional circulation, and
the establishment of Gold National
Banks, to which circulation can be issued
upon the deposit of United States bonds
at the rate of 80 per cent upon the par
value thereof. Since the passage of the
act circulation has been issued to the fol
lowing States :
Virginia 744,000 Georgia tsrt.OOO
Illinois 654,000 Kansas 17,H)0
West Virginia . S50.0UO North Carolina. 60),0u0
Michgan l.lts Missouri l,H0.ill0
Kentucky a,S00,iX) South Carolina. 3S&000
Indiana 1,174,000 Nebraska S1,000
Wisconsin 63UMU Texas 145,000
Ohio 7H0.0OO Colorado 61,0O
Tennessee q.aro.OOO New Mexico.... 1.VS.KO
Iowa 1.078,000 Oregon 137,000
Louisiana 1,80 ,U00 Alabama MO.OOO
Minnesota 8S0,0lO. California 15
The law reauires that one half of the
increased circulation shall be apportioned
among those States not having an excess
already, according to population, and one
half according to the existing banking
capital, resources and business of such
State and Territory. The census returns
of the valuation of property and banking
capital have not yet been received, and
the proportion of circulation for the States
of Ohio, Indiana and Illinois cannot prob
ably be ascertained with any accuracy un
til about the 1st of October. It is proba
ble, however, there will be sufficient cir
culation for all of the Southern and West-
em States when the full census returns
are received. No additional circulation
can be issued to the Eastern and Middle
States.
Washington, July 28. What the Microscope Reveals-With a
Moral.
TjnmnVwV toll, ni nf an insect seen
with the microscope, of which fifty-seven
millions would only equal a mite.
Insects of various kinds may be seen in
the cavities of a grain of sand.
HTniri ia a forest of beautiful trees, with.
the branches, leaves and fruit
Butterflies are lolly leathered.
Haiis are hollow tubes.
Tk. otiWos rF rvnr hnriioa ia covered
Dli. itJ v "
with scales like a fish; a single grain of
, . J A
sand would cover one nunareu anu miy ui
these scales, and vet a scale covers five
hundred pores. Through these narrow
openings the sweat forces itself like water
through a sieve.
The mites make five hundred steps a
second.
Each drop of stagnant water contains a
world of animated beings, swimming with
as much liberty as whales in the sea.
Each leaf has a colony of insects graz
ing on it like cows on a meadow.
Moral. Have some care as to the air
yon breathe, the food you eat and the
water you drink. Home and Health.
Ax old farmerwent Into a store in New
London, Conn., some time ago, and after
purchasing and paying for a small quan
tity of goods went out leaving his pocket
book open on the counter. One of the
clerks discovered it and resolved to tam
per with it Visiting one of his own
pockets, he selected three fifty-cent shin
plasters, redeemable 200 years after date,
in a new kind of bitters. These he sand
wiched with the currency in the pocket
book, which he returned to the place
where he found it, and patiently awaited
results. Before many minutes elapsed the
eountryman rushed in and excitedly in
u red about a " middling good sized wal
let had it been lyin "round the store?"
" Hasn't sir," said the clerk. " Oh, there
it is now!" exclaimed the man, as he
caught sight of it and successfully raked
in the lost sheepskin. On looking over
the contents to see if it was all right, he
discovered the bitters money, and great
was his grief. " Where in thunder did I
get that stuff? "said he. "By fleugin,
that's tough ! And he forthwith set out
to find the party who had passed it on
him. The greater part of tbe afternoon
was spent in this way, but the poor un
fortunate man was unable to accomplish
his object, and went home sadde, an d
poorer in his own estimation.
The average length of time spent at
the toilet by seaside belles is said to be
seven hours out of the twenty-four.

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