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ifiill 1 HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. XIL, DESPKllAJSTDUM. twa Dollars per Annum. VOL. IX. ItlDQWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 7, 1879. NO. 24. Wheat. j MAT. So many shinies of tender green Are rippling, shimmering, pulling Willi do light, Soft, cool nnd billowy, like the glimmering etiecn Of some grand river in the morning light, Thrilling with hope, its life is fnir, Its joy is lull, nil through the lovelv Mnv It simply grows and waves, nor tries to bear The coming burden ol the harvest day, JUNE. Steeped in hot sunshine, lightly swing The long bright stalks, whose bearded heads bang down Beneath their fruitful burden, which the spring, Departing, laid upon them as a crown. Sweeter nnd graver life has grown, The green just touched to gold by doep'ning June, Warm, bright with glowing, with its mellow ing tone Flecked with the shadows of the afternoon. JULY. In serried ranks the golden sheaves Gleam iaintly in the sunset's lading red, While some reluctant blackbird slowly leaves The fruit till gleanings for his quiet bed; And thus, with full fruition blest, The wheat stands reaped. It hath no more to yield, And thankfully, belore he seeks his rest, The weary reaper gazes o'er his field. Cornelia Seabring. THE CHILD SPY. His rnrae was Stenne, little Stenne. He was a " child of Paris," thin and pale, and was ten, perhaps fifteen years old, for one can never say exactly how old those children are. iis mother was dead, and his father, an ox-marine, was the guardian of a square in the quarter of the Temple. The nurses and babies, the old ladies who always carry their own folding chairs, and the poor mothers, all that small world of Paris which seeks shelter from vehicles, in those gardens that are surrounded by pavements, knew Father Stenne and loved him. They knew that under his rough mustache, which was the terror of dogs and dis turbers of benches, was hidden a kind, tender and almost motherly smile, and that in order to bring it forth they had only to s:iy to the good man : " How is your little son?" For Father Stccne loved his tittle son so much! " He was so happy in the afternoon when, after his school, the little boy would call for him. and together they would make the rounds of the paths, stopning at. each bench to speak to the habitues of the square and to answer their good wishes. But when the siege began everything was sadly changed. Father Stenne's square was closed and lilled with pe troleum, and the poor man, condemned to an incessant surveillance, passed his life in the deserted, upturned paths, quite alone, not permitted to smoke, and only seeing his little son late in the evening at his home. You should have seen his mustache when he spoke of the ' Prussians. Little Stenne, however, did not complahi of this new life. A siege! Nothing is more amusing for such urchins. No more school, no moro studies! Holiday all the while, and the streets as exciting as a fair. The child ran about all dav till night fall. He followed the battalions of the quarter to the-ramparts, choosing those that had a good band. Little Stenne was well posted on that subject. He would tell you very glibly that the Ninety-sixth band was not worth much, but the Fifty-fifth had an excellent one. Sometimes he would watch the mobiles training, and then there were the pro cessions. With his basket un der his arm he would join the long files that were formed in the dark cold winter mornings, when there was no gas, be fore the butchers' and bakers' shops. There, with their feet in the wot, the people would make acquaint ances and talk politics, and, as he was Mr. Stenne's son, everybody would ask him his opinion. But the most amusing of all were the afternoon games, especi ally the famous game of galoche, which the Breton mobiles made the fashion during the siege. When little Stenne was not at the ramparts or baker's 3hop you would be sure to find him at the square of the Chateau d'Eau. He did not play, however; it needed too much money ; he was satisfied in watching the players with all his eyes. One especially, a great fellow in a blue workman's blouse, who only played with five-frane pieces, excited his ad miration. When he ran one could hear the coins jingling under his blouse. One day as he was picking up a piece that had rolled under little Stenne's feet, the great fellow said to him in a low tone: "That makes you wink, hey? Well, if you wish, I'll tell you where they're to be found." The game over, lie took him to a corner of the square and proposed that he should join hnu in selling newspapers to the Prussians that he would make thirty francs for every trip. At first Stenne was very indignant and refused, and what was more, he remained away from the game for three days three ter rible days. lie neither ate nor slept any more. At midnight he would see great heaps of gaioehes piled on the loot of his bed and five-iranc pieces moving over it, bright and shining. The temptation was too strong for him. The fourth day he returned to the Chateau d'Eau, saw the large fellow and was overcome. They set out one sunny morning, a linen nag thrown over their shoulders and their newspapers hidden under their blouses. When they reached the Flan ders gate it was yet hardly dawn. The large lellow took Sb-nne by the hand anc appl cached the sentinel a good civilian with a red nose and kina air. He said to him, with a plaintive tone: " Let us pass, my good monsieur. Our mother is ill and papa is dead. We are going to see. my little brother and I, if we can i nna some jaotatoes to pick up inthefi'lds.!' p ' He cried, and Stenne, who was asnamea. towered his head. The sen tinei looKea at them a moment, and then, giving a glance over the white, deserted road. "Go uuieklv " bhM h them, moving aside; and then they were a mo i"v4 i nura vine. 110W the larito fellow lauehed! Confusedly, as though in a dream, lit tle Stenne saw the manufactories trans ermed into barracks ,their tall chimneys which pierced the fog nnd seemed to reacn the sky," tireless ana battered. Now and attain they would see a senti nel and officers who were looking far off through their field-glasses, nno their small tents, wet with snow, which was melting before dying tires. The large fellow knew the way, and would take short cuts over the fields in order to es cape the outposts. But suddenly they came upon a large body of sharpshooters too lnte to escape them. Thev were in their little cabins, hidden in a ditch half full of water, and encamped along the Soissons railway. This time, though the large fellow recommenced his tear ful story, they would not let him pass. Ashe was lamenting, an old sergeant, white and wrinkled, and who looked like old Father Stenne, came out of the post guard's cabin. "Well, little ones, don't cry any more!" said he to the children, "we will let you go after your potatoes, but before you leave, come in nnd warm yourselves a little. He looks frozen that 8mallboy there!" Alas! It was not with cold that little Stenne trembled ; it was from fear, from shame. In the post-house they found some soldiers gathered round a small fire, a real widow's fire, by whoso DM7.0 tney were tnawing tneir biscuits on the end of their bayonets. They crowded close together so as to make room for the children. They gave them a drop of wine and a little coffee. While they were drinking, an officer came to the door, called the sergeant, spoke to him in a low voice, and then quickly went away. " Boys P" said the sergeant, as he came back radiant, "there will be tobacco to-night. We have found out the Prussinns' pass word. I think this time we will take back from them that Boureet. Then there followed an explosion of bravos ana laughter, They danced and sang and swung their sabers in the air. Profiting by the tumult, the children disappeared. Having passed the breast work nothing rcraainedto be crossed but the plain, at the end of which was a long white wall filled with loop-holes. They directed their steps toward this. stopping every now and then and mak ing believe to look for potatoes. "Let us' return ; don't go any further," little Stenne said all the while, but the large one only shrugged his shoulders and went on. Suddenly they heard the lick of a gun being aimed at them. " Lie down, said the large boy, throwing ,ie ground. When he was lown- he whistled and another whistle answered him over the snow. and they went on, climbing on their lianas ana knees, in iront ot tne wall. ind even with the ground, two yellow uustaelies under grcasv cans appeared. md the large boy leaped into the ditch be.ide the Prussians. "That is my brother,'' said he, pointing to his com panion. He was so small little Stenne that on seeing him the Prussians began to laugh, nnd one of them was obliged o take liltn in his arms in order to lift him over the breach. On the other side of the wn.ll wore large breastworks, fallen trees and black ioIcs in the snow, and in each one of these was the same yellow mustache and greasy cap, and there was great numbing as the soldiers saw the children pass by. In a corner was a gardener's house, ascmated witli the trunks of trees, the ower part of which was full of soldiers, who were playing cards nnd making soup over a clear, bright tire. Jlow good the cabbages and the bacon smelt, and what a difference to the sharp shooter's bivouac! Up stairs were the officers, and they heard them playing on the piano nnd opening champagne bottles. hen the Parisians enterea tne room a hurrah of joy greeted them. hey gave up their newspapers, and the officers gave them something to drink and made them talk. They all had a proud, hard look, but the large boy amused them with his Parisian gayety and his gamin slang. They laughed and repented his words alter mm, anil seemed to wallow with delight in the Parisian mud he brought them. Little Stenne. too. would have liked to have talked and to have proved that he was not stupid, but something em barrassed him. Opposite to him, sit ting apart, was a Prussian, older and more btrious than the others, who was reading, or rather seeming to read, for he never took his eyes off little Stenne, and there was in his glance both tender ness and reproach, as though this man might have had a child of little Stenne's nge at home, and as if ho were saying to himsell: "1 would rather cue than see my son doin" such a thing," and as he looked at little htenne the boy telt as if a hand was clutching at his heart and keening it from beating, io escape the anguish ho began to drink, and soon everything turned around him. He heard vaguely, amid loud laughs, his comrade making fun of the National Guards, ot their way 01 going through their drill, he imitated an assault of arms in the Marais, and a surprise at night on the ramparts. Then the large boy lowered his voice, the officers ap proached nearer to him and their faces crew more solemn. The miserable fel low was telling them about that night s premeditated attack, of which the sharp shooters had spoken. Then little Stenne rose, furious and completely sobered : Hon t tell that fellow, I won t have you." But the other only laughed and con tinued; but before he had finished the officers were all on their feot, and one of them, showing the door to the chil dren, told them to " Begone!" and they ncgan to taiK hurneaiy together in uer- mnn. llie large boy left the room as proud as a doge, clinking his money. Little Stenne followed him, holding down his head, and as he was passing the Prussian whose look had so dis turbed him : "Not nice that, not nice," and the tears camo into his eyes. Once more. in the plain the children began to run and return toward Paris quickly. Their socks were filled with potatoes which the Prussians had given them, and with these they passed the sharpshooters' encampment without any trou'.le. They were preparing for the nigl.i attack. Troops were arriving silently, and were massed behind the wall. The old sergeant was there, busilv engaged arranging his men with such a happy look. When the children passed near him he recognized them and smiled kindly at them. Oh ! how badly that smilo made little Stenne feel. For a momentjhe felt as if he should burst out crying anu say to them: " Don t go there. We have betraved vou." But the other boy toid him that if he spoke a word ihey would be shot, and so icar Kepi him suent. At Courneuve they entered an aban doned house to dividi their money Truth compels me to say that the division was honestly made, and, when he heard the line crowns sounding under his blouse and thought, of the future giiines of galoche, little Stenne thought his crime was not so dreadful after all. But when he was alone, the unhappy child when nt the gates of the. city the large boy left him. tnen his pockets grew heavy and the hand that had been grasping his henrt held it tighter still. Paris seemed no longer the same to hiii ; the passers-by regarded him severely, as if they knew from whence he came, and lie heard the word "spy" in all the sounds of the street and the beating of the drums along the canal where the troops were exercising. At last lie reached his home, and, glad to find that his father had not come in, he hurried to his room and hid the crowns that were weighing so heavily under his pillow. Never had Father S enne been so good humored and joyous as he was that night on coming home. Good news had been received from the provinces; the country's affairs were going better. Whilst he was eating, the old soldier looked at his eun hunjj on the wall and he said to the boy, with a hearty laugh : " Hey! my son; how you would go after the Prussians, if you were old enough!" About eight o'clock they heard the sound of a cannon. " It is at Aubervil liers ; they are fighting at Bourget !" said the old man. who knew where all the forts were situated. Little Stenne grew pale, and, feigning great fatigue, went to bed, but not to sleep. The cannons were thunderine continuouslv. He nietnvpH to himself the sharpshooters going at nigni to surprise tne Prussians, and tail ing into an ambuscade themselves. He recalled the sergeant who had smiled at him, and saw him stretched out there in the snow and so many others with him! The price of all that blood was hidden thereunder his pillow. and it was he, the son of Mr. Steane of a soldier His tears choked him. In the adjoining room he heard his father walking to and fro, and then open a window. Down in the street the rappel was sounded; a battalion of mobiles were getting ready to start. Then there was no doubt about there being a real battle going on. The unhappy boy could not kpep back his sobs. " What is the matter with you ?" asked his father, entering his room. The child could bear it no longer; he jumped from his bed and threw hin.self at his father's feet. In so doing' the silver crowns rolled down on the floor. " What is this? Have you been steal ing?" asked the old man, beginning to tremble. Then, all in one breath," little Stenne told him that he had been to the Prussians, and all that he had done, nnd as he was speaking, he felt his heart grow lighter; it comforted him to make the confession. His father listened to him with a terrible look on his face, and when the story was told, he buried his face in his hinds and wept. "Father, father !" the child tried to say, but the old man pushed him on without replying to him, and picked up the money. " U that oil P hp asked. Little Rtonne made a sign that it was; then the old man took down his gun and cartridges, and putting the money in his pocket, said : " I am going to return it to them," taid he, and without another word without even turning his head, he went down into the street, and joined the mobiles who were starting oil' in the night, lie was never seen again! From the French of Alphonsc Dauacl. Something About Prelzels. History says that fifty-two years ago a man named Shcrley baked the first pretzels in Lancaster county, Penn., ever made in the United States. He rode through the country on an old horse nnd sold the pretzels from a bushel bag. Up to comparatively a few years ago pret zels were made only in Pennsylvania and some portions of New York State. They are now becoming very popular in Chicago and other portions of the West, nnd also in some of the cities of the South. It takes a very expert hand to mold ten pretzels in a minute, ready for the oven, while no one cares to make more than seven pretzels a minute, working all day. A Pennsylvania firm has just completed an automatic machine that turns out pretzels at the rate of sixty to one hundred per minute ready to bo baked. It is nine feet long, two feet wide and eight feet high, water or steam power. The dough is placed in a funnel-shaped cylinder eight inches in diameter and sixteen inches long on ton of the ma chine, and it passes halfway avound a concave cylinder eight feet in diameter and htteen inches wide, having a back so arranged that the dough is rolled be tween them and then drops upon an end less apron having sixteen molds, where the rolled dough is shaped by a curious device into pretzels, after which they drop upon a movable board, which, as soon as filled with. pretzels, is re moved and an empty board substituted. The machine is a very ingenious con trivance and includes a feeder, cutter, roller, folder, presserand movable board. The pretzels are deposited at uniform distances upon the board. The Author of Cheap Vostage. Pi-nlial.lv nnt. nnfi r.pmnn in n.tlinncnn1 in the United States is aware that the so justly celebrated Sir Rowland Hill, who was the means of the introduction of the pennpostage system into Great Britain and Ireland, is sun living. iui sunt is ,1... ....a. Thniirfh l-wii-ti tipl 111 i-min it- llio mac. iiwuh" ..w... .... U........A ham in 1705, and consequently an octo . i f i . . . . i .. i?ii genarian ana lour years ueuer, no la buii in good Health ana m me iuu possession of his faculties. The Court, of Common Council of London, having regard to the vast beno- o n.nfi.i.iorl iinnn t.hp nmmpreial com munity by those measures of postal re form with Whicn nis name win ever oe associated, has paid him a graceful com pliment by sending a deputation to his house at Hainpsteaa to confer upon him tne ireeaom oi uie cuy oi jxmuoii. rt, ........ .nrn..n.a. wmlipri nt. snmfl lenffth. V . U 1 ..11 I i.ji ...... . . - - ------- - - r- . saying, among other things, that a letter could now oe seni irora r.Kyii l" 011,1 Francisco for a smaller eurn than in 1839 was charged on a letter coming from the city of London to Hampstead a distan -of a few miles. , . It was in 1837 that sir nowianu pub lished a pnmphlet first developing his new postal system; in 1838 it was re commended by a parliamentary com mittee lor adoption; and m 1840 penny postage was carried into eftect. In 1810 he received a testimonial from the public amounting to 60.800, and was subse ouently made secretary of the general postottice.-CAwoffO Htws. TIMELY TOPICS. The Science of Ileallh says : " If fann ers would avoid suddenly cooling the body after great exertions, if they would be careful not to g with wet clothing nnd wet feet, and ii they would not over cat when in that exhausted condition, and bathe daily, using much friction, they would have little or no rheuma tism." A Zululand letter says that the Prince Imperial died fighting, and must have sold his life dearly. In the right hand of the corpse was found a tuft of hair, of native fiber, while the path marked by the Zulus in quitting the fatal spot was stained for a hundred yards with gouts of blood, supposed to have dropped from wounded men being borne awny by their comrades. The Scientific American says that tho narrowest gauge nnd tho cheapest rail wny as yet broueht out is that of D. B. James, Visalia, Cal. Two stout bars of wood, so Jaid as to leave a groove be tween them, form the track. On this track a wheel with a bulge in tho mid dle of its periphery tlut fits the groove Is used, the wheel having a broad flange at each side of the bulge. One of these wheels placed at each end of a plank forms the car. , It is alleged that twelve miles an hour can be got out of a wooden railway of this construction ; and that its carrying capacity js very great. The cost is estimated i at one thousand dollars a mile. For a year or two past the newspapers have been printing long lists of the great nnd universal evils predicted by astrolo gers and astronomers to follow a cer tain extraordinary conjunction of four planets in 1881. But now comes the Washington critic with the assertion that it has interviewed Professor Simon Neweomb on the subject, and he says that there will be no such conjunction that instead of marshaling themselves in an order unprecedented since the date assigned to the creation of the world in tile Mosaic chronology, the planets dur ing the year 1881 wi.l continue the even tenor of their way. and present no phe nomenon that can be considered at all remarkable. The Mexican government is trying to replenish its exhausted treasury by levy ing a heavy interna! tax on the cotton and woolen manufactures of that coun try. These manufactures amount to about 8200,00,000 a year, and the government thinks that the manu facturers can afford to pay at least !?500,000 in internal taxes. In order to protect the home manufacturers from disastrous foreign competition, the tariff on American and English goods is proportionately increased. The new tax is, however, very unpopular, the manu facturers, tradesmen -uil-T:34- Koing all opposw-" itj-rfs thoy are all affected bv it, -and some of the manufacturers threaten o close their mills altogother. People who do not read tho shipping lists or have occasion to cruise about the harbor, says a New York paper, may be surprised to learn that of foreign vessels arriving at the port of New York, Nor way has more than any country save Great Britain, and Italy follows closely after Norway. Seamanship is not a mat ter of climate in Europe. The Genoese, the Neapolitan and the Sicilian take to the salt water as readily as the dwellers by the Norway fiords. The favorite Italian build for vessels is the stubby brig, but the Norwegians prefer the bark, and usually model a more graceful hull. Both nations are sharp competi tors for the jobbing trade of navigaton. Their vessels are small and are com manded by shrewd, thifty captains who nrequick to pick up acargoforany quar ter of the world if a tritiing profit can bo earned. The cheap construction of these crafts nnd the low wages of the seamen enable them to earn money for their owners at rates of freightage that would be unprofitable for our well-built and well-manned American ships. Many of them founder at sea every year, owingto their flimsy build, but there are plenty of new ones to take their places. The Mai Nichi Shiribun, a Japanese newspaper, tells a story which ought to be interesting to ethnologists, who claim that some of the American Indian tribes are descended from persons who were carried to this continent against their wih by the storms of the ocean. About forty years ago Yamamoto Otokichi, a native of Onohara-mura, Chitagori, in the province of Owari, Japan, who fol lowed the sea, was, while sailing with two companions between Tokio and Na goya, carried by a typhoon to the Ameri can coast. They landed on the shores of the Pacific, and were hospitably received by the Indians. An English ship subse quently took Otokichi back to Japan, out the Japanese laws at that time for bade any Japanese who had departed from his country to return to it under penalty of death. The English vessel, therefore, took their passenger to Shang hai. There Otokichi married. lie, sub sequently went to Signapore, where he resided until his death. He had one son, who assumed the English name of John W. Hudson, but it was the father's earnest wish that he should go back to Japan, and become a Japanese subject. Mr. Hudson accordingly made an appli cation to the authorities in Japan for leave to io naturalized, llie petition was granted, and Mr. Hudson has since been appointed to a government office. Do Monkeys Swim ! A correspondent of Land and Water, in reply to a question whether monkeys swim, says: I was always under the impression that they aid not like wetting their fur or hair, but at Sangur, Central India, when I was stationed there I had a littio monkey that was exceedingly fond of swimming and diving. One day on taking him to the pond at the bottom of my compound, he jumped off my shoulder nnd dived (like a man) into the water, which was three or four feet deep ; he had his chain on at the time ana when he dived in the chain caught m some grass or root at the bottom and kept the monkey down ; he was just able to come to the top of tlw water. Feeling his j-hain had caught, he dived down, undid the chain, and continued his swim with the chain in his hand. He swum just like a man as far as I could see from tho motion' of his arms. Several of my brother officers came to see him swimming, of which -he was very fond, swimming very quietly, and cunningly trying to catch the frogs that lay floating on th top of tht water. Trunk Spnce and the Sexes. Mr. Bowerman and wife left for the country yesterday. One could tell that their trunks were not over half full, as they were pitched into the baggage car with a crash. They began packing a week ago. When the subject was broached lie said he preferred to pack his own trunks, and he didn't propose to hike a whole month to do it, either. All lie in tended to take along was an extra suit, and he could throw that in most anyway. Night before last he began woric. It struck him that he'd better put in an extra pair of boots as a foundation and he flung 'em in the corners with his clean shirts. The shirts didn't seem to rido very well, and he braced them with two pairs of trousers. Then he stuffed his Sunday coat pockets with collars and cuffs and found a place for it, used his white vests for "chinking," and the bal ance of his clothing just fitted in nicely. " The man who takes over ten minutes to pock a trunk is a dolt!" said Mr. Bowerman, as he slammed down the lid and turned the key. Mrs. Bowerman has been at it just seven days and seven nights, and when the husband went up stairs at ten o'clock she sat down belore the open trunk with tears in her eyes. " You see how it is," she explained, as he looked down upon her in awful con tempt. " I've got only one part of mv dresses in here, saying nothing of a thousand other things, and even now the lid won't shut down. I've got such a headache I must lop down for a few minutes." She went away to lop, and Mr. Bower man sat down and mused : " Space is space. The use of space is in Knowing now to utilize it." Removing everything, he beean re. packing. He found that a silk" dress could be rolled to the size of a quart lug, A freshly starched 'lawn was made to take the place of a pair of slippers. Her brown bunting fitted into the niche she had reserved for three handkerchiefs andi her best bonnet was turned bottom up in its box and packed full of under clothing. He sat there viewing suffi cient empty space to pack in a whole bed when she returned and said lie was the only real good lrisband in this world. and she kissed him on the nose as he turned the key. "It's simply the difference between the sexes," was his patronizing reply as he went down stairs to turn on the bur glar alarm. When that wife opened that trunk last night ! But screams and shrieks would avail nothing. Detroit Free Press. Emigrant Icelanders. Among the passengers landed at Cas tle Garden, New York, by the ocean steamer Anchoria, were fourteen fam ilies of Icelanders, consisting of seventy six persons. They are the first large batch of Icelanders that ever arrived at New York, and it is their intention to go to Jlinncootiv, -where they Twill found a colony, which willbefurlherincreased by emigration if the pioneers should find success in their new homes. They had a very pleasant voyage, keeping altogether apart from the other passengers, and the only thing that happened to mar their journey was the death of Kicsteum ltyensen, an old lady ot the party, who died at sea iust previous to the ship's arrival. The Icelanders seemed very much pleased when they had been landed at (Justle Garden and expressed themselves so to the interpreter. They compl-iined, however, of the warm climate, and, seemingly, not without just cause, as they were wrapped in heavy Arctic clothing, which they seemed very re luctant to relinquish. The nartv con sists of about thirty middle-aged persons with n great many children. Thev all spoke in the Norwegian tongue. Tho men were short ai ot.vtio .ml wmnil to be intelligent. Ihey were dressed in heavy pea jackets, coarse trousers, thick fiannel shirts and caps with np- pendages for the cars. The women wore woolen dresses and heavy woolen shawls, and instead of hats they had a sort of head dres3 consisting of a round piece ot black cloth resting on the ton of the head, from which depended a long black tassel attached by a silver band, which swayed to and fro in re sponse to the movements of the wearer. The children were also dressed in heavy clothing and, as well as the women, wore moccasins instead of shoes. The party bring some money with them, one person Laving $1,755 and the others sums 'ranging from $125 to 8750. Ihey seem to bo very simple and confiding people, and were perfectly satisfied with all that the authorities did for them in the way of exchanging money and pro curing railway passage. Tho Icelanders left Castle Garden for Minnesota, by way of the Pennsylvania railroad. New York Herald. " ' A Pigmy Painter. In a recent exhibition of old and cu rious paintings in Holland was -a por trait of Oliver Cromwell. It was by no means a masterpiece of art, being a somewhat feeble imitation in style of Sir Peter Lely. tho court painter of Charles 1. of England. But it was a real curiosity in its wav. Its painter wasilichard Gibson, other wise known ns the "dwarf artist." Gibson was three feet two inches high. Ho was born in 1615. While serving as a page for a lady at Mortlake, she no ticed his talent lor drawing, Hnt caused him to be instructed by He Keeyn, the superintendent of the famous Mortlake tapestry works. The little artist became very skillful as a copier of Sir Peter Lely s pictures, and attracted the atter. tion of Queen Henrietta Maria. She made him her husband's page, and mar ried him to a dwarf young lady of ex actly his own height', who waited on her. llie wedding of the dainty little iir was honored by the presence of the king and queen, and Edmund Waller, the poet, commemorated it by a poem. When Charles lost his scepter and his head, and passed with his queen out oi English lines, his little protege lived and throve. He had painted the king's por trait, and now was called upon to limn that of the protector. Cromwell re garded him with particular and kindly favor. On the restoration he atrain changed coats, and entered the service of Charles II. Ho was drawing master to the Princesses Mary and Anne. But the wild court of the son of his old master did not suit tne tastes ot the pigmy painter, now grown old. He retired to private life, and died in 1690. His wife. after giving birth to nine children, all of whom attained ordinary size, diied in 1 '00, at the age of ninety. . Little Georgle Dobhio playfully set fire to a heap of brushwood close to a- powder mngatlne at Marquette, Mich, and ths explosion killed hiaw RUSSJl'S MISFORTUNES. Life In That Country n Veritable " Sea of Troubles.'' Russia's complicated misfortunes nrp possibly unparalleled in the history of any uoumry. just Deiore the latest lurko-Kussian war the wretched condi tion of the people in manv of the flzur'n provinces had brought about extensive eruptions. Then ative tribes of the Cau casus could not stand the levies imposed on them in different shapes by the Rus sian army ana revoitea. lieing defeated, they were transported to the northern provinces of Russia. This proved so iaiai mat, oi me nrst party of 2,000 ex lies one-half died in the first year. There are now 770 . families, besides 300 single persons, of these Daghestan and ersK reoeis on tneir way to exile, and stiu more nave been doomed to transportation. Tho war with Turkey was resorted to in the hope that it would raise the old patriotic sentiments and turn the minds of discontented Russians from their domestic troubles. This no tion proved a mistake, and the results of tne war, so far as Russia is concerned, were unsatisfactory. Over 200,000 men perished in it. of whom 18.000 are re ported to have frozen to death, and the wai expenses amounted to 1.500.000.000 roubles. The Russian Nihilists have watched each steD of their cnemv the nussian government. Thus the two hostile powers the Revolutionists and imperialists have been carrying on their desperate struggle, each trying to deal tho death blow to the other. In no agricultural country is the chief product of the fields the grain so much as sailed as in Russia. The forces of na ture itself often turn against the public welfare. One year the crops are de stroyed by extensive drought; the next year by excessive rain, by inundations and by hail, Then again every year, be it too ary or too rainy, tne neias are de vastated by clouds of locusts and beetles, and by swarms of Siberian marmots. For the last five years the middle and southern provinces the very granary of itussia have been one vast nest ol de structive insects. The Russian millions have a foe yet more terrifying than fam ine. Epidemic diseases make havoc every year in many parts of the empire. The fatality last year from the plague was small in comparison with that which occurs every year from other less heard of epidemics. Several varieties of ty phoid fever, especially the so-called hun ger typhus, and cholera are epidemic in Russia. The young generation is de stroyed by diphtheria and small-pox to such an extent that it has been necessary to call for the aid of the Red Cross socie ties in dealing with them. The ever-recurring nnd extensive fires, of which we have lately heard so much from Russia, should not bo overlooked. Statistics show that every year no less than one twelfth part of all the houses of Russia are consumed in flame. Russia will doubtless go on burning, for tho present Russia is but a huee agdlomeration of combustible material, with hardly any fire extinguishing engines. In conse quence of the appalling poverty of the masses of the Czar's subjects, it has for many yenrs been impossible to enforce the payment of taxes upon any regular or orderly system. 1 lie tax collectors re sort to the severest measures against de linquent taxpayers. Thev are floeeed and imprisoned, their cattle, horses, pigs and poultry are seized and put up at auction, and finally tho house of the de linquent is unroofed. 1 hese are some of the points which, for tho common peo ple at least, make Russia a veritable sea ot troubles. I'lnladtwlua Tele- ' graph. Words of Wisdom. The word of nn honest man is surer than the gold of a villain. We can never die too early for others It is the best proof of the virtues of a family circle to see a happy fireside. How few faults are there seen by us which we have not ourselves committed. If everv ve:ir we rooted out one vice we should soon become perfect men. Ingratitude calls forth reproaches, ns gratitude brings fresh kindnesses. Let a man overcome anger by love. evil by good, the greedy by liberality, the liar by truth. He who would amass virtues, leaving out the guardian virtue humanity, is like a man who leaves a precious dust exposed to the wind. Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour; but give them cen turies to try it in and they are bound to lie identical. Men of great and stirring powers, who are destined to mold the age in which they are born, must first mold themselves upon it. Energy will do everything that can be done in this world; and no talents, no circumstances, no opportunities will make a two-legged animal a man without it. There are some benefits which may bo so conferred as to become the very re finement of revenge; and there are somo evils which we had rather bear in sullen silence than be relieved from at the ex pense of our pride. As to Ilafs. A man's hat, unlike a bonnet, is often indicative of his character, for ho is al lowed to choose from a great variety of . . . i , i , i , . styles thai which dcsi suns ins iciupcra nient or accords with his moral sense. And yet a " shocking bad hat" does not always reveal a shocking bad character, Hats, as well as dreams, often go to con traries. Wendell Phillips' gray slouched hat is no sign of any slouchiness in Wendell, and the bright beaver of the burglar is no indication of shining moral attributes in the wearer. The chief beauty of the modern hat is that it is eminently useful. Sociates, whose cri terion of beaut v was adaptedness to use. would have been delighted with such hats as nine-tenths of modern men wear, though we fear he would ask, Cut bonof f nvesented with a beaver. The ideal hat, pemaps, is yet, io ue made, but we have come pretty near to It,. It keens the head warm in winter and cool in summer, It protects the eyes nnd face from the sun. it is impermeable to the rain and yet not to the air, it is soft and yielding, it may be sat upon ana iammed into the pocket without injury. ' . i, , . . . i . i i .. ana ronea in uie uusi or muu uu cmuo out untarnished, and, above all, it will endure the ravages of time. What mor does a man want of a hat? Compar.-d with the ephemeral bonnet, it is "a thirty or beauty ana a joy iorevcr, an c iv. nnpni. rinninir with the years. Tin -i". lore, what man having worn an old 1 at straightway desireth a new? For he alth the old itbetter.SprinyJUldUnun Fulfillment. Sometimes I think the things we see Are shadows of the things to tie; That what we plan we build; That evory hope that hath been orossod, And every dream we thought was lost, In heaven shall be fulfilled. That even the children of the brain Have not been bom nnd died in vaiu, Though here unclothed and dumb; But on some brighter, better shore, They live embodied evermore, And wait for us to come. Phahe t'nrj ITEMS OF INTEREST. Sound advice A locomotive's whist. e to tell the people to get off th track. Picayune. "Had dime my way, oh, beauteous maid, I'd steal a kiss!" he cried. "Then I'd do ten times worse than that I'd dollar!" she replied. Eugene Field. An engineer on the Grand Trunk rail way is said to hare run a single engine 200,000 miles within a period of four years and three months, without repairs. This is said to be an unprecedented feat, rnd creditable alike to engine and en gineer. A common way of imposine upon Iff. norant prospectors in the mining regions of Nevada is to shoot gold filings into the ground from a gun. Even brass is made to serve the purpose, and by this means many a worthless claim is sold at a high price. Nothing is lost in France. The ornncfi blossoms and grass in the public gardens of Paris are sold to the highest bidder, and at a country railroad station a visi tor lately saw a sale of the crass on the embankments. The purchasers were peasants' wives. The importation of American lpnther into Europe has increased over one hun dred per cent, since 1873. In that year Europe received 659,912 hides, and to judge by the exports from the United States thus far this vear it will receive at the close over 1.500.0C0. You love me?" echoed the fair young creature, as her prettv head oiled the collar ot his summer suit. "Yes," he said, tenderly, "you are my own nnd only " "Hush!" she interrupted, "don't say that be orieinal. Thai- sounds too much like Barnum's show bills. Rockland Courier. There is said to be one very picturesaue personage in Sitting Bull's camp a Nez Perce, named Step so-called, it is sur mised, from the fact that he has no legs md can t walk an inch. J I is lower limbs, left arm and part of the right hand have been frozen off. He is strap ped to his pony, and his weapon is n horse-pistol, which he manipulates with the stump of his dexter fin. A young lady graduate in a neighbor ing county read an essay entitled " Em ployment of Time." Her composition was tmsea on the text, " limewastea existence; used, is life." Tho next day she purchased eight ounces ol zeph vr of different shades and commenced work ing a sky-blue dog with sea-ereen ears and a pink tail on a piece of yellow can vas. She expects to have 'it done by next Christinas. Norridown Herald. The surgeon had prescribed a bath for a soldier who was ailing, and ordered that he be conducted to an adjoining es tablishment by a sergeant. At the end of an hour's waiting at the bath-room door, the sergeant, hearing no noise, en tered the room and found the soldier seated by the side of the bath-tub. The water was as it was when the soldier went into the room, except that its level had been perceptibly lowered. " Ma foi, sergeant," said the soldier, "you may put me in the guard-house if you want o, but I can't drink another drop !" The practice of " weighting" silks has begun to excite serious attention. Some idea of the extent to which 6ilk adultera tion is carried may be formed from re cent statements by Justus Wolff. He says tho public is made to pay tho ful price for a matt rial containing only one- third of silk and two-thirds of sub stances which are not only of little aliio in themselves, but injurious to the small quantity of genuine silk. "I know English manufacturers who send their silks to France to bo dyed black and then returned for working up, be cause in France they are able to increase tho weight of silk while dyeing it niacK much more than they can do in Eng land. The result of such practice is a beautiful black silk fabric, changing into racs remarkably quick in the possession of the buyer." He recommends analyses of wcightea" black siik iaorics to ue made and the results published, with the names of the firms manufacturing or selling the adulterated goods. IT hat the Eyes See in Reading. M. Jave.1 has lately published observa tions on the mode in which the eye takes in the successive letters on a printed page. We are not to sup pose, he says, iliac in reading a nneone passes successively from the lower part of a letter to the upper pait, then down tho next letter, up the next, ana so on, the vision describing a wavy line. The fixation takes place with extreme pre- - cision along a straight line, traversing the junction of the upper third of the letter wmi me lowi-t iwo-iuuus. n uy is this line not in the middle? Becauso characteristic parts of tho letters are moro frequently above than below, in the proportion of about seventy-five per cent. 1 hat this is so, we can see oy ap plying on a line of typographic charac ters a sheet oi paper covering uie nnu in its lower two-thirds, and leaving the upper third exposed. We can then read the letters aimosi as weu as u im-y nuu not been concealed in greater part. But the cose is very different if we cover the upper two-thirds of the line; the lowest third alone does not furnish sufficient for recognition. The characteristic part of the letters, men, is cnieuy in xucir up per portion. M." Javel next compares the ancient typographic characters with those of modern books, and maintains that the latter have too much uniform ity, so that, taken in their upper parts alone, many of them may be confounded in reading. The old letters, on the other hand, had each a particular sign by which they could be easily dis tinguished. In the books printed by the celebrated old publishing house of the Elzevirs the a, for example, had '.o re semblance to o, the r could not be con founded with the n, as now, nor the e or e with the o. the b with h, etc. This too great uniformity in the upper part of typographic characters should be cor rected, since it is to that part we chiefly look in reading.