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TITB witnsiea PROTEGE.
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Wa), \;:i'ifp, it'sa li.v- r;tjry, Slissj ;
Tbo little gal none of our kin;
Bat.y. ■.:.:,-. Iji „ ££ oil in-- ;,o ■ ter,
She's the one who \vi.: candle our " tUV
My pard aa me"a rough mmm' feller.-;,
We vi- got nary children nor wife,
But we love little yellow-haired Nellie,
An' we'll rear her up right— bet your life.
How old ? Wa!, he's nigh 8, 1 reckon :
Five years since we brought her out here:
An' she was tbe ennnin'est baby
We'd looked at for many a year.
You see, 'twas the time the Apaches
Broke out Blast the red imps of sin
The emigrant train crossed their trail, Ilia*,
An' the Injuns they scooped 'em all i::.
Yes, thar lay men, children an'wimuiin;
The red devils raised all their ba"r.
We couldn't do ncthiu' to help 'em,
So my pard an' me buried 'em thar.
We found one iikely-lookiu' young cretar'
Lyin' out bum the rest of the heap.
She was dead, like the rest, an' Nellie
Lay close by her side— fast asleep.
Wai, 'twas nigh nicety mile to the settlement—
Bill at" me turned the thing in our mind—
An' at last we concluded to keep her.
An' bring her up lovin" an' kind.
We buried her poor dad an' mammy,
Likewise ail their unlucky mates,
An' we named her Nell, artor a sweetheart
My pard had once back in the States.
Hut the trouble we had with that young un
Was sometbin' quite funny to Ee<?,
Bill give her r.p ior a mystery —
Likewise siie was too much for me.
Her darned duds we couldn't get on right,
An 1 we ■ ■.■• d every button an' string:
But arter a speli we did better,
Whim v.c once got the hang of the thing.
An' riie't g- owed up quite pi rt'iJce au' b'oomiu' ;
We take her to work every day ;
While iv. : ..: " ice's ot.fv a minin 1
She'll sit by the rock pile an j i '::y.
An' she' made better mea of us boili, Miss;
We don' cuts ik>".\\ nor go on no spree,
'Cause we're ivorkin' and savin' for Nellie,
The pride of my old pard an' me.
" She uin't the same sort us your first
wife, Henry," said Mrs. Perry, with on
ominous closing of her upper lip over
the lower cue.
Mrs. Perry called herself a deA-or.t
Christian. All through the country she
was held in estimation as one of the Bait
of the earth, comforting beside a sick
bed, efficient in a neglected household,
and welcome everywhere. And when
Alice May came to the old homestead,
as her son's second wife, she naturally
looked up with reverential affection to
the venerable, white-capped old lady.
"Sweetheart!" the young husband
had said, looking- fondly into the eyes of
his bride, as they stood under the blos
soming boughs of the quince trees on
the soft May night when first he brought
her home, "do you think you can be
happy here ?"
"Oh, Harry," the young wife had re
plied, " it is like a little paradise."
But Mrs. Henry Perry soon found out
that Lilac Farm was something more
practical than her ideas of paradise.
" Don't know how to churn ! " said
Mrs. Perry, Senior, in amazement.
"Why, Alice, where were you brought
up ? Harry's first wife thought noth
ing of churning twenty pounds of but
ter of a morning, beside doing all the
housework and getting breakfast for four
hired men. "
Alice colored to the very roots of her
luxuriant chestnut brow:, hair.
" I know nothing about the country,
dear Mrs. Perry," she said, for she was
too shy to use the tender term "mother,"
unless by the special invitation which
had not been accorded. " I was educaed,
you know, at a boarding-school ; after T
graduated I taught school until I met
Henry, and "'
" I dare say," said Mrs. Perry, dryly ;
" but if you are going to be a farmer's
wife it is high time you acquainted
yourself with some of the duties pertain
ing to your position. My son's first wife,
now, was a model. "
Alice looked eagerly up.
"Please, Mrs. Perry," said she, "tell
me what she used to do. Of course, I
have had no experience, but "
" Well/ said Mrs. Perry, looking up
to the top fringe of the curtains and
touching the tips of her fingers reflect
ively together, "she had a faculty,
Dorothy had. She was a famous cook.
She baked fresh pies every day, for no
one can be expected to like stale pies.
Her hot breakfast biscuits were like
flakes of photv, and we mostly had
waffle.- for supper, with honey and fresh
apple sauce. She always got up at 1
o'cl< cS of a 2-L day morning to do the
washing. Henry's shirts have never
been the since Dorothy was re
moved. And I wish you could have
seen her ironings. The sewing circle
met here once a month, and the teas
Dorothy got up were the talk of the
neighborhood. And there was a Sister
of Industry meeting here onc>? a fort
night, and the Singers' Symposium
every other Friday. She was a noble
hearted Christian, Dorothy was ! And
then she did all the family sewing. She
could not reconcile it to her own cou
science and her husband's income, she
said, 'to hire such work done.' "
And Alice, who had committed the
enormity of having a dress made by a
dressmaker, colored scarlet and hung
her head.
"Then at butchering tune," proceeded
relentless Mrs. .Ferry, Senior, "Dorothy
always made the tripe and sausage^neat
and corned the hams herself ; and she
cleaned house four times a year. She
was a master -hand at quilting, and she
always made her own bonnets. A woman
can save so much for her husband in that
way. As for the butter and cheese, I
think, it she hadn't died so suddenly,
poor thing, that she could have beaten
any record in the country ! "
Alice sighed deeply. How could slip,
a slender, inexperienced girl of twenty,
hope to cope with these marvelous at
tainments ?
''Hen:, i.ever told me all this," said
" I suppose he has thought of it many
a time, "said Mrs. Perry, Senior. " isut j
perhaps he didn't like to allude to it j
while you was playing on your raeloieou
and reading your books. Dorothy never
got any time to read ! "
"But if you'll teach me," pleaded
Alice, "I will do my best to learn."
She locked the melodeon, put away
the books and portfolio and her basket
of fancy needle-work, and set herself
resolutely to work to till the place of the
departed Dorothy.
"Why, what a little housewife you
are," said Henry, laughing when she
showed him the tray of golden butter
that she had churned, and succeeded in
burning her fingers at the ironing fire
and reducing her pretty complexion to
scarlet in cooking buckwheat cakes for
"I want to be one," said Alice, wist
She cut up squares of bright-colored
calico into patchwork, she studied the
cookery-book until her head ached, she
caught a heavy cold working over butter
in the damp dairy-house, and sprained
her wrist washing clothes, which, after
all, looked dim and dirty. She rose
early and went to bed late; she counted
eggs, mixed up whitewash, made herself
sick chopping up sauSage meat, and
strained her back lifting a kettle of
pickles off the fire, and still she strove
resolutely on. ■ .
"I should like to do just what Dorothy
did," she said to herself. "I don't think
Henry is quite pleased when I am bo
busy in the kitchen of an evening that I
I cannot spare time to come in and hear
him read the Waverly novels aloud. A", id
my feet ached so tin's morning with the
cream skimming that I could not walk
with him to the haying ground. But I
am doing my duty, and that ought to be
reward enough !"
That same afternoon, however, poor
Alice was forced to flee to her own room
with i sick headache, and seek the ref
uge of her pillow. There Mrs. John
Bonney, a cheerful little neighbor, found
"Sick, are you?" asked Mrs. Bonney.
"I'm not very well," acknowledged
" Ah," said Mrs. Bonney, "I thought
so !"
" What do you mean?" asked Alice.
"Why, you've been killing yourself
by inches !" said Mrs. Bonney, " as fast
as you could. I've seen it all. I'm not
your next door neighbor for nothing 1"
" I am trying to do my duty," plead
ed Alice, with filling eyes. "I'm try
ing to be like my husband's first wife !"
"Fiddlesticks !" said Mrs. Bouncy.
"Like Dorothy Parker, indeed! Why,
she was nothing on earth but a house
hold drudge, and finally drudged her
self to death, without anybody being
particularly sorry for her. She never
visited, she never read, she never kept
up with the progress of life's inarch
around her. Any machine could have
filled her place."
"Mrs. Bonney, yon ought not to talk
sc," said Mrs. Perry, uneasily.
"It's the truth," said Mrs. Bonney.
"However, do as you please. It's a
privilege which people generally claim,
I have observed ; kill yourself if you
like. Perhaps the third Mrs. Perry will
be a little more sensible."
So Mrs. Bonney put the bouquet of
tea-rose buds, which she had brought,
into water, and tripped laughingly
l^nie, while Alice, clasping her hands
over her throbbing temples, tried to
ask herself which was light, herself or
Mrs. Bonney, and in which direction
j her path of duty really and actually lay.
And it was at this critical moment
j that she heard the nasal, monoti i
• voice of her mother-in-law down-.
talking to her husband, and uttering
the sentence which opens our Bketc b.
" .She ai-.'l the same sort as your
wife, Hei. y," said Mrs. Perry, Sr.
"And she never will be, let her tn -.
she will. She hasn't got the faci
you see."
She; lay there quite still and quiet,
with closed eyes. She never op
them when Henry Perry himself tiptoed
into the room, and, believing her asleep,
tiptoed out again, muttering to him: , If :
" Poor little daisy, she is entirely done
The next morning, however, Alice rose
and dressed herself with care.
"Bless me," said Mrs. Perry, Sr.,
"where are you going, Alice?"
"To the village," answered Alice.
"What for?" cross-questioaed the
elder matron.
" To engage a dressmaker and seam
stress first," said Mrs. Perry, Jr., "and
to get a strong girl to do the housework
"A girl!" screamed the old lady.
" Dorothy never — "
"No," said Alice; "I know she never
kept a servant. But Dorothy cleaned
and churned and sewed herself out of the
world. I've no intention of settling my
own career hi that sort of a way. I find
that I can't do the work of this farm my
self without breaking down my health,
and shutting myself out of the world of
books and science. I do not think my
husband desires such a sacrifice — "
"Of course I don't," said Henry,
promptly. "The house has been as
lonely as a convent since you buried
yourself hi the kitchen and dairy. I
married you for a companion, not a
drudge. Have half a dozen servants, if
you like, Alice, only let us have books
and music and pleasant woodland wallis
again. "
" Thank you, dearest," said Alice, as
she kissed his forehead.
Mrs. Perry, Sr., rolled up her eyes
and clasped her hands, and declared
sotto roce she didn't know what this
world was coming to.
Mrs. Bonney was feeding chickens at
her own door when Alice Perry returned
from her walk to the tillage.
" Are you better ?" asked this young
red republican, smiling cordially.
"Thanks!" Alice answered, "I am
much better. I have just engaged a
sewing woman and a stout Swedish ser
vant girl to do the housework at the
farm. lam no longer ambitious to do aa
Dorothy did."
And Mrs. Bonney waved her sun
bonnet in the air, and exclaimed :
"Bravo! There will be no third
Mrs. Perry, after all."
And her words were prophetic. —
Rural Press.
An Interesting Chapter on- Poisons find
In Great Britain poison has been
rather an aristocratic method of crime.
Dr. Pritchard, of Glasgow, dosed his
wife to death with tartar emetic. Pal
mer, of Rugby, was highly successful in
removing his victims with strychnine.
The most remarkable case, however,
among the British gentry was that of
Capt. Donellan, which, indeed, bears a
close parallel with the recent tragedy.
Donellan poisoned his brother-in-law.
So did Lamson, and in each instance the
death of the victim brought an inher
itance to the wives of the murderer.
Lamson's victim (Percy John) was an
invalid youth of 19. Donellan's victim
(Sir Theodcsius Bough! on) was an in
valid of 21. Both prisoners were ably
defended and had sufficient medical tes
timony to have insured an acquittal had
they been tried in this city. British juries,
however, are not so lenient as Amer
ican. The poison administered by each
was original and hence admitted of many
points of defense. DoneUan used laurel
water which he procured by means of a
small still which he kept in his room,
the leaves having been obtained from a
tree in the garden. He secretly sub
stituted the potion for the medicines
which the patient took, and the latter at
once noticed the difference in taste. In
less than half an hour he was dead. It
was noticed that Donellan emptied the
bottle and' washed it, also the tumbler
which had been used. Suspicion arose
soon after interment and the corpse was
exhumed and examined. The famous
physician, Sir John Hunter, was a wit
ness for the defense, and -his testimony
was so favorable that, on reading it, I
was satisfied that an American jury
would have acquitted the prisoner. The
latter, however, was convicted and
hanged in nine days. One of the most
striking proofs of his guilt was the fact
that after his death a volume of the
philosophical transactions was found iv
his room, several of the pages being cut
out. On comparing this book with other
copies, it was found that the missing
pages contained directions for distilling
laurel. After the lapse of a century the
Donellan case finds a parallel in that of
Lamson, and thus deep callethunto deep
in the chronicles of crime.
Arsenic poison has been the more
common method, and (in this country at
least) there are many cases on record.
The present Malley trial brings before
the public a long and tedious testimony
on this point, and though the prisoners
may be acquitted, public opinion will no
doubt pronounce them guilty. One of
the leading authorities on poison is
Orfila, whose works were once brought
into a New York court to elucidate some
points in a murder trial. He was a
famous Parisian medical lecturer and his
treatise on poisons has never Ik en
equaled. It was said of this work by an
English physician that "it is a vast
mine of experimental observation on
the varied symptoms of poisoning, or
I the appearance which poisons crei
1 the dead tx dy, and on the means «.i de
tection.' 1 Ornla was .1 frequent
i on poison cases, tLe most umai'kabie of
which was that of Count Bocarme in
1850, and which created %a intense in
terest throughout Europe. £<<
j poisoned his victim with nicotine, the
! essential oil of tobacco. He exp< ri
mented on birds and on animals to as
certain the strength of the poison, and
their dead bodies were dug up and in
creased the damaging testimony. I
was convicted and only escaped the
guillotine by committing suicide. It
1 may now be said a3 the direct condu
j sions of science that no poison can be
given which will not leave an inevitable
proof in the very body of the victim,
and the latter thus becomes the most
dangerous with men in the case. Ar
senic, for instance, is readily identified,
as may be learned from the Malley trial.
Strychnine reveals itself in the rigor
mortes (as it is term-sd) or rigidity of the
corpse. Prussic acid tells its tale in the
condition of the blood, and hence there
can be no concealment in such cases-
The capital convictions in this country
include cases of strychnine, arsenic and
aconite and between them both laurel
water (which iscf the same nature with
prassic acid) also revealed itself and
aided nicotine. Hence it appears t!ni l
poisoning is dangerous business. — New
York letter.
A pretty story is told of the late Czar
ma, who, as is well known, was a mo«t
faithful wife, in spite of the long-con
tinued harsh treatment and neglte: oi
the Czar, and a wise and devoted mother-
All hough a strict observer of the rule? oi
the Greek church, she always opposed
the tendency to substitute forms fine
ascetic ceremonies in religion in pi * •
of true feeling and domestic every-da,\
While visiting the Smolnoje for Girl-,
some years ago, the Empress, during tlu
examination of the pupils, suddenly
asked, " What is love?"
The young ladies blushed, as though
an improper question had been pro
posed, became greatly confused, and
were silent. Mme. Leontieff, the di
rectress, kneeling, begged leave to state
to her Majesty that all knowledge 01
this dangerous subject was prohibited
by her, and that, in all probability, the
pupils did not even know the meaning
of the word.
The Czarina frowned. "So far from
being a dangerous subject, madam c,"
she said, "love should be the pore
mainspring of a woman's life ; first, love
for her parents ; then, love for her hits
band ; lastly, love for her children ; and
love for God, always. If your pupils
have not learned this, they are badly
prepared ior the duties of life."
The Empress left the institute, a/ad
the next day Madame Leontieff was re
moved as incompetent by the Imperial
Ministry of Education.
In American society the mention of
love is too often received by young girls
with a blush and a giggle, which betrays
the narrow and vulgar meaning which
they attach to the word. It is to them
simply a flirtation with some young
man, which may or may not end in a
It is the fault of their mothers if they
are not taught to knew and respect that
divine quality of devotion and seii-sacri
fice, which alone can ennoble a woman's
life, and which, whether it is givi n to
parent, child or lover, makes her more
akin to her Master.
It we were asked for a typical picture
of love in the present time, we shouid
choose, not a pretty little girl sitting by
a mnstached youth in the moonlight,
but MaryDiller standingly her helpless
father on the burning deck of the
Bewanhaka, the flames wrapping her like
a garment, and burning her eyes blind.
— Youth's Companion.
There are a great many i
published in American schools and c >1
leges, but the most noteworthy and in
teresting among them all, perhaps, i-; r
little sheet, six inches square, full of
mistakes in spelling and in grammar. It
is the School News, issued at Carlisle
Barracks, Pennsylvania, in the school
established by Government for the Indi
ans. The little paper is written, edited
and printed by the Indian children,
without any correction or assistance
from their teachers, and gives us a much
clearer insigh^ into the work which the
school lias done for them than any la
bored official statement could do.
"Now, boys and girls, look this way '."
Kiota, the son of the chief, aged 12,
thus begins his description of a battle
which he had once seen between his own
tribe and the whites, and a spirited de
scription it is, hi spite of misspelled
words and unfinished sentenced. ' ' But, "
he adds at the ciose, "I have now to
learn something better; first thing, I
have to be educated, and when I go back
home I shall be able to help my people
to lift it up."
It is something when a white boy
knows that the use of his education is to
"go among his people and life it up."
The editor, Kihega, an Jovra IndiaD,
says: "The bread in our school is made
of wheat that was raised on our farm,
and work all done by boys (Indians ).
They threshed it and took it too the null,
and had it grind into flour, and baked
by our boys. "
There are letters from boys of every
tribe who are being taught farming, and
trades of every kind ; and from the girls,
who are taught household work, cook
ing, sewing, etc. One girl — Sioux —
mixes her ideas oddly enough. "I am
glad to come here. lam going to t.r.vAi
my people about tLe true God. lam
going to teach my people to make om
elet. lam not sure I learn how t<
Editorial notice to delinquent
scribers appears at the head of the ■
thus : " When subscribers find X
marked on your paper pleas: remember
it is time to send 25 cents again."
A Dakota boy tells how a dispute
arose in tiie geography class as to wheth
er the Eastern or Western hemisphere
was the oldest. "The teacher decided
that the land first inhabited by per
so the eastern was first of that. But
those boys has not been satisfied with
that way, it was decided. Where did
our breed come from ? The Indian waa
found here. We like to ask some ques
tion to somebody through the paper. J3
this land the young world or the old ? '
Jaah Seger — Arapahoe — says: "We
are here to learn about white people
as he do. Some white people this
wicked also just same Indians. I think
after while no more Indian people."
However strong our prejudice against
the red man, no one could read this little
sheet of childish utterance without being
moved by its significance and pathos. —
Youth's Companion.
Some time since the director of the
museum was granted leave to provide
himself with apparatus and chemicals in
order that he might make some experi
ments for the benefit of the club. Being
now called upon to report progress, he
came forward with his first experiment.
Taking up an egg, he explained its pro
portions of lime, albumen and sugar,
and broke it into a tin dish. He then
poured in a gill of whisky, aad explained
that whisky was the juice of corn and
was principally used to tone up the sys
tem, prevent baldness, cure lockjaw and
produce pleasant dreams. He grated in
a little nutmeg, and explained that the
nuts couldn't grow in this country on
account of the weather fooling around
so much. Milk was added without com
ment, and the mixture well shaken and
poured out in a tumbler and handed to
Brother Gardner. He gulped it ?.ll down
with evident relish, and remarked that
he should hereni te:- encourage chemistry
v;ith all his might. — Lime Kiln Club.
Texas Sif lings tells about in its funny
way, as follows : We will attempt to
describe th? printer without making any
puns «n the words and phrases " take,"
"quoins," '-'proof," "out of sorts, "etc., !
and if we succeed we will be the first
who have written about the printer with- |
out distorting several languages to make
puns on the technical terms of his trade.
We would rather write of the modesty,
diffidence and sobriety of the printer, |
and of his unobtrusive piety and his j
unostentatious domestic habits, but for
the fact that the printer has none of
these vices. We would prefer describ- i
ing him in the quiet retirement of the |
family circle in Ins cozy parlor on a win- !
ter night — the revered father of a mi- J
merous offspring — teacliing his little j
ones their catechism ; or as he &its in :
the mellow twilight of a summer's even- j
ing, on the honeysuckle-covered porch :
of his modest cottage, earnestly readiu z, I
by the fading light of day, comforting
precepts from the inspired page. We '
repeat, that is how we would love to
write of him, but, alas ! we cannot do j
such injustice to our reputation for ver
acity as to describe him thus, as he is —
1 not.
The printer begins life as a devil, and
remains in that chrysalis condition for a.
period of several years, during which
time his duties consist of distributing !
type in wrong cases, harassing the edi
tors for copy, falling down stairs with :
a galley full of type, and consuming
j early and unripe apples, mammotli i
watermelons, bottles of home-made wine,
and such painful compliments that are j
presented to the editor, and which, not !
appreciating himself, he sends to the ;
devil. When he ceases to be a devil he .
becomes a compositor, and assumes all ;
the rights and privileges of the craft, ;
especially that of raising the devil every j
Saturday night when he gets paid off. j
The printer is gregarious and con- i
vival in his habits, but that is no j
excuse for people who continually libel !
•liini by representing him to be in a con- ■
dition of inebriety from one year's end \
to the other. These people are preju- !
diced, and they allow their prejudices to |
overshadow their sense of justice. We j
know the printer better than they do, I
and although he has treated us shame- •
fully at times in the matter of insisting
qaa having his wages paid more frequent- !
ly than once in a while, and in declin- ]
ing to take our due bills in lieu of ca&h, i
yet we propose to fairly represent him,
and we cheerfully bear testimony to the j
fact that we know more than one printer
who has been sober for one consecutive
week at a time. We could point to one
who, we are satisfied, has not been in- 1
toxicated at any time during the last two '■
years, and we will answer for his sobrie- j
ty for the next two years to come, if
Gov. Roberts does not pardon him out
before that time. The printer is mi- i
gratory and impecunious as ti rule, ■
but he is usually honest and pays as he
goes. He has been slandered by writers j
in all ages, but no one has ever accused j
him of building himself a 310,000 home- i
stead and then compromising with his
creditors and paying 10 cents on the i
dollar. It has been the habit of writers '
to represent the printer as making extra
ordinary blunders in composition, sub
stituting one word for another, and thus
altering the sense of a whole article. j
To those who are familiar with the sort
of manuscript received in newspaper
offices, the wonder is that the printer
makes so few mistakes. If he had not \
more than average intelligence and pa- i
tience, he would probably make as ;
many mistakes as lie gets credit f.c.
He does occasionally try to imprevi on 1
1 tor 1 a. He (
that the < d:tor ccrtai
meant it tha . he dr psin a-n
of his own selection "tomak< -."
Res it, which snbs« qu
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I feelia Somel
iv v. [lyd s improve on 1
copy. :e we hail occasion !
to write of the old Texas vetsrj
we alluded to them as "batt]
I heroes'." It was printed "badly-scared j
I heroes," and when we said that "Gov. \
» Roberts was above being influenced by ;
a bribe," the printer got it that he was j
"above being influenced by the Bible,' i
which would go to prove that occasion- |
ally the 2>rinter is inspired.
I The printer is one of the indispensable j
I adjuncts of civilization and progress, j
and in the United States, from the ranks j
of the army of printers, have risen more
brilliant men in literature, and a greater
number of statesmen, whose names will
be set up in large typV hi history's
pages, than have risen from the rauks
of any other trade, calling or profession.
Pliny says, in regard to the making of
paper hi the olden times, in effect, as
follows: "Paper is made from the
papyrus by splitting it with a needle
into very thin leaves, due care being j
taken that they should be as broad as i
possible. The sheets of papyrus pith j
are laid upon a table, and moistened j
with Nile water, lengthwise, as long as |
the papyrus will admit of, the jagged
edges being cut from either end, after
which a cross layer is placed over it; the !
same way, in fact, that hurdles are j
made. When this is done the leaves are j
•pressed close together and then dried in j
the sun; after which they are united to ;
one another." The great manufactory j
and mart of this ancient paper was j
Alexandria, and during the first few
centuries of the Christian era it formed
an important article of commerce. !
Writings on papyrus exist belonging to j
the fifth and sixth centuries, and there is i
evidence of its having been used as late |
as the seventh. Indeed, it does not ap- j
pear to have been wholly given up till '
the time of Chai'lemagne. The cyperus
X>cipyrus has now disappeared from
Egypt, making good the w.ords of
Isaiah : " The paper reeds by the
brooks, by the mouth of the brooks shall
wither, be driven away, and be no mora
seen." The cyperus papyrus grows on
the marshy banks of rivers in Abys
sinia and Syria; it is also found to some
extent in Sicily; but in ancient times it
abounded on the shores of the Nile. It
is of the same order as the bulrush, but
of much larger growth. The stem is
triangular, surrounded by long grassy
leaves that spring from near the ground.
The flowers form flattened spikes from
fifteen to twenty inches in length, gar
nished with long, silky leaves. These
flowers were much used in Egypt to
form garlands for crowning the statues
of the gods.
During the second year of the war a
grocer in an Ohio town scaled his prices
by reports from the front. One day a
defeat would cut the price of butter 5
cents, the next day a victory would raise
the price of egg 3 a penny a dozen, and
a victory or defeat was sure to hit even
the jar of nutmegs on the top shelf.
One day a farmer who had some butter
to sell entered the store and asked the
going price.
"I am paying 16 to-day," was the an
" But only about two days ago you
paid 20."
"Yes, but you see Pope has been de
feated since that, and there is a back
The farmer sold out and wanted the
most of it in sugar, and the grocer re
marked as he made ready to weigh it :
" Sugar has advanced a cent a pound
since Monday."
"Mercy on me ! but why is thai?"
"Because the rebels got licked in
The old man sat down on a nail keg
and thought it all over, and presently
looked up and said :
" My friend, if a Federal defeat cheap
ens what you buy, and a rebel victory
enhances the value of what you sell,
what a blank of a fix you'd be in if
there should happen to be a drawn bat
tle ! "— Wall Street Dally News.
One Sunday morning, as a noted min
ister was riding along to meet his con
gregation, he came to where some small
boys had mashed up a pile of rotten
pumpkins and added clay enough to the
pumpkins to make a stiff mortar of it,
and had covered the mortar up in the
form of a church steeple, and with the
minister in the pulpit complete, except
his head^ Here the boys stood, ap
parently in a deep study, when the rev
erend gentleman, seeing their church,
was led to inquire into the ideas of the
boys, and asked: "Weil, boys, what
are you building ?" They replied : "We
have built a church and made the
preacher, all but his head." "Well,"
said the minister, ' • why did you not
put his head on ?" "Well," replied one
of the boys, "we did not have rotten
pumpkins enough to make his head."
The minister rode on.
Says Sergeant Ballantine in his mem
oirs :
I was intrusted with a brief by a rather
shady attorney, and, being at that time
without experience, I yielded implicitly
to his instructions. A young gentleman
was called as a witness. My: client sug
gested a question. Blindly I put it, and
was met by a direct negative.
"What a lie ! " ejaculated my client,
and dictated another question. The
same result followed, and a .similar ejac
■ulation. By iiis further instruction I
put a third, the answer to which com
pletely knocked us over. My client
threw himself back.
"Weil," said he, "he is a liar, he al
ways was a liar, and he always will be a
"Why," remarked I, "you seem to
know all about him ! "
"Of course I do,"' was the reply.
" He is my own son."
The French have an abhorrence of tlie
serious. Facts do not interest them.
In their newspapers they do not like to
be bothered with details any more than
in politics. This accounts for the mea
gerness of the information given by the
French newspapers.
Even* the leading Paris dailies are
like provincial sheets. Two or three
short leaders on political affairs, a brief
report of the proceedings in the Cham
ber and Senate, a few items of gossip, a
small number of advertisements, and
! the last murder or robbery — that is their
contents, with the exception of the inev
i itable feuilleton, a story published
in series, a sort of dessert,
to render more palatable the
] more substantial part of the paper.
I One looks in vain for that variety and
j fullness of information which make our
i own newspapers such a complete index
to what is going on in the world.
There was once a club formed of lazy
• men ; fines were inflicted on those who
'■ ever forgot themselves so far as to do
t anything in haste. One day several
1 members saw an old doctor who was
j renowned for his laziness drive past the
! door of the dnb at a furious rate, and
loudly they chuckled at the thought of
! fining him. But, on applying to him
I on the ground of his having been in such
• a hurry, the doctor slowly replied :
j "No, I wasn't in a hurry; but my mare
j wanted to go fast and I was too lazy to
I stop her."
There have been a number of mem
bers of Congress who have committed
Hay wood Chauncy Riddle atot himself
through the head, in Tennessee, about
1875. He was undoubtedly insane.
James Blair, a Representative from
South Carolina, blew out his brains at a
boarding-house on (Japitol Hill, April 1
Felix McConncll, a member from Al
abama, committed suicide, in a fit of de
lirium, at the St. Charles Hotel, Wash
ington, by stabbing himself aad then
cutting his throat, Sept. 10, 1846.
Representative James Ashmore, from
South Carolina, blew otit his brains at
Sardis, Miss., Dec. 6, 18(51.
Elijah Hise, Representative in tha
Fortieth Congress, committed suicide at
Russellville, Ky., May 8, 1870.
John White, Representative.from Ken
t^"ky, committed suicide at Richmond,
Ky., Sept, 27, 1845.
James G. Wilson, United States Sena
tor from Now Jersey, threw hi]
from his house, in a fit of delirium, in.
1832, and was killed.
William Ramsey, Representative from
Pennsylvania, committed suicide at Bar
nuni's Hotel, in Baltimore, by shooting
himself through the eye with a pistol,
about 184-0.
-M' 1 :i Ewing, of Indiana, was found
dead in his room at Vincennes in 1839,
and on his table the following epitaph :
Id re h< s : ; man who loved !;U friends,
. bis 0 >untry, and Vincennes.
Representative Alfred B. White, of
Ohio, committed suicide by taking poi
son on the grave of his two children, at
Columbus, Aug. 1, 1865. He waa
charged with improper acts in connec
siou with cotton speculations.
James Henry L^ne, United Ci %>s
Senator from Kansas, committed suit..: .3
at Fort Leavenworth, about 1866
James S. Johnson, Representative
from Kentucky, committed suicide while
suffering from ill-health, at Owensboro,
Ky., Feb. 12, 1873.
A number of Congressmen and ex-
Congressmen have met with accidental
Clement L. Yallandigham died from
the accidental discharge of a pistol in
1870, while arguing a murder case at
Lebanon, Ohio.
Robert Young, United States Senator
from Indiana, was killed by a railroad
train while walking on the track, at In
dianapolis, Nov. 14, 1856.
Abraham B. Yenable, United States
Senator from Virginia, perished in the
burning of the Richmond Theater, Dtc.
21, 1811.
James Martin, Representative from
South Carolina, was drowned on tho
passage from New Orleans to Galveston,
Nov. 15, 1857. He was the founder of
the Southern Quarterly Review.
Josiah Stoddard Johnson, Senator
from Louisiana, died May 19, 1843,
from the effect of an explosion of gun
powder on a steam packet on the lied
Charles J. Julian. Senator i:^m Dela
ware, died Oct. 17, 1862, from injuries
received while experimenting with a
rifle-cannon which he had invented.
There have been members of Congress
who have killed men not on the field of
Henry Daniels, from Virginia, shot
his brother-in-law at Mount Sterling,
Ky., in 1845, as the result of a quarrel.
Daniel Sickles killed Philip L.u-tou
Key, Feb. 28, 1859.
Rice ird Wei{ htman, a Delegate from
New.' the Thirty- second Con
. kiilecl a Santa Fe trader with the
same knife with which he cvi .
comrade at West Point —an act ior
which he was expelled from V,
There is an old story about Faust, the
associate of Gutenberg, the inventor of
printing, which, whether true or false,
well illustrates this. As soon as the
Bible, which these two pioneers of the
art had printed, was complete, Faust
took a number of the copies to Paris to
sell. The first copy he sold to the King
for 750 crowns, and another to the Arch
bishop for 609 crowns, and to less illus
trious or less-worthy persons he sold
other copies for much smaller sums,
each one thinking he possessed a marvel
of penmanship. So delighted was tue
Archbishop with liis purchase that ha
took it the King, who, in emulation,
produced his volume. In spite of differ
ences in the great initial letters, which
were painted by hand, the text in both.
was found to down to the
smallest details, which would be impos
sible in books written by hand. Other
copies, too, it came to be known, had
been sold. There was no way of account
ing for the mystery except by magic,
and poor Faust was committed tr> stand
his trial for sorcery, andwas imprisoned.
Only upon a full disclosure of his pro
cess of printing, which had hitherto
been kept jealously secret, did he obtain
his liberty, .and this he did not long enjoy,
dying shortly after of the plaguy be
fore he could return to his own country.
A Texas boy shot at a rabbit with a
rifle. The ball passed through the ani
mal, killed a sheep, struck a stone and
glanced 200 yards and buried itself in a
negro's leg. What's the use of Dr.
Carver trying to shoot ?
Db. J. B. Metkb, an Austrian editor,
who is visiting this country, was asked
what he thought the greatest feature of
American journalism. He replied :
1 Certainly the advertisements ; the ed-
L j;;als also are grandly incomparable."
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