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HI HENRY A, PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. XI. RIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 1881. NO. 26. r Unwritten Magic. Wo hear its low and dreamy ton Like tome sweet angel spoil, Among the wood-haunts wild and lone, Whoro tho young violets dwell ; Whore the deep Bnneet flush hath thrown Its glory on the sea, We linger for its ceaseless" moan .That wordless minstrelsy I The primal world its echoos woke When first the ardent sun, In all his fresh'ning day-spring, broke, His regal race to run ; It floated through those lonely skies, Each immemorial hill, Where now Buch countless cities rise, The might of human will I The cavern'd depths of the wild sea That gather in their lair Such Bhrioks of mortal agony, Such pleadings of dospair, TJpon their turgid billows wreathed Such lulling strains have sped, As if their charnel waters breathed No requiem for the dead. Oh 1 earth hath not a lonely plain Unblest by mystic song; The diapason of tlio main, Its anthoni to prolong. The seaman, in his home-fraught dream Upon tho moonlit waves, Hears, in its undulating stream, The chant of wat'ry caves. Through Hippocrenc's violet fount The haunting spirit mng ; To every old Thessalian mount Its storied legends clung. It filled tho wild Birotian hills With fabled visions blent, And murmured through tho Pythian rilla- A melody unspent. An inccnso-breatli upon the wind, For morning's glorious dower ; A fairy spell, the heart to bind At noontide's languid hour ; A voice the lorest-child hath sought By every glado and stream ; But most, at twilight's hour of thought, Half shadow and halt' dream. A song upon tho summer prinio, Of gladness and of praise ; A voice that bids tho vintage time Its choral tribute raise ; A tone ubiquitous and free, A deathlesB music given ; A strain of immortality, An attribute of heaven ! William Iluhtr, Jr., in Boston lo'.to A FASCINATING GHOST. W ANTED A young gentleman who known how to veil, huh who w rites a good li.m I. to do iiopviii;: in tlio country for two or tl n-e months. M ; t remain in employer's ho.;-n . Adtires in o Iisih'l, stating what salun i txpi eieil, X., 1'.' 1-tmi, this otliee. This wn au i dvertisement I cut out of the Kr ii '. '.,. one spiing afn-r-noon. Iu the old dtiys 1 bad been book kef ii'i' tor the lute concern of Skin Hint Starve!. iniout & Co., mid while will, tbeni 1 bud been getting a good salary, and, to my sorr w be it said, live.! pietty wi 11 ii to it; so as I made noth ing by tho fa lute of the concern, atul lost my plaee as well, 1 bad to conn down very low. I bad saved a little, more by good luck than from fore thought, and this little, used with the strictest economy, and added to by a few dollars made here and there in odd ways, was all that, had kept me alive fur eightt en months. However, I didn't feel quite disposed to go to the dogs yet, for there as always a chance of something tinning up in a great city like 'New York. As I looked around my room that evening I realized bow bare it was of either furniture or adornments; how unlike Ah, well, there was my paper; and I unfolded it with all the glee of a child over a new story-book. There was, of course, the nsual political news, the nsual number of railroad accidents and criminal procsedings; there were items of interest to investors and theater-goers and travelers; but nothing for me. I had no money to invest, or for theaters, or traveling. So I skipped all that and went on to the advertise ments, and the only one of them all worth reading twice was tho advertise ment quoted above. I read it two or three times, and then decided it was worth tryiug. So I hunted up a sheet of paper and ad dressed X as follows: "My Dear Mr., Mrs., or Miss X.: I . notice your advertisement in to-day's issue of the Eveninq Post. My hand writing you can see for yourself. My spelling, I think, is usually correct, and there is no doubt I am "a gentleman. As to salary, I don't know what to say I don't wish to value my services at more than they're worth. Should you mean by 'remain in employer's house,' that I would be boarded and lodged at your expense, my price that is, asking jirice is five dollars a week. "Yours respectfully, "James W. WoLcorr." The next afternoon I heard from my friend X., who proved to be a man. His letter ran thus: "James W. Wolcott, Esq.: " My dear Sa You may be a gentle man, write a good hand, and know how to spell, but you're a fool. I inclose sixty-three cents, the fare to You will take the 7 a. m. train to-morrow morning from Grand Central depot, and when you arrive at , ask for my carriage, as it will be there to meet you. "Yours, etc, "Sol. Humphreys." Sol. Humphreys I the last man in the world I would voluntarily have written to, and for employment, too ! Two years before I had a very nice little flirtation with pretty Mabel Humphreys, and it bad gone so far that if the crash in my affairs had not occurred, I believe there might have been an understanding, if not an engagement. Dut as it was I put away all thoughts of love and love making and dropped pretty Mabel very suddenly, without any kind of an under standing, and I had not seen her since. And now to think I had fairly got myself into it again I But, I reflected, I might not see much of Mabel, after all. So much tho better. Bread and butter was a necessity and I must go and mane the best of it. The next morning I caught the train, but missed my breakfast, and by tho time I reached the house I was decid edly hungry. Mr. Humphreys met me at the door, and I was pleased to see he did not seem to remember me at all. He put up his eyeglasses, and inspected me from head to foot. " So you're James W. Wolcott, are you, young man ?" I told him he was not mistaken. I always had that name bornwith it, I believed. "And you think you're a gentle man?" I begged his pardon didn't th nk anything about it; it was a self-evident fact. The old fellow grinned. "Suppose you come in and have some breakfast. Yon haven't had any, I suppose ?" I said I had not." " Well, come in and have some." After breakfast Mr. Humphreys led the way into the library and motioned me to take a chair, while he explained what my work was to be. He had been writing a history, or text book, of ferns he was an enthusiastic botanist and wanted it copied for the press. The work of re-writing the whole thing legibly was more than he wished to un dertake, so he had advertised for an amanuensis. After this had been explained to me, Mr. Humphreys started up. " Get yo u hat, Mr. Wolcott. I want to show you around." All through the house and all over the place he took me, and when he got to the farther extremity of the grounds ho paused, and poiuting to a huge stone house beyond, said: "I'm tryiug to buy that house; I'm very anxious to get it, but my daughter objects." I asked him why she objected. "Well, you see it hasn't been occu pied lately, and she says it's gloomy; sa s it's haunted, and she wouldn't like to live in it." " Mis Humphreys can't really believe that to be true," I answered. " I don't know whether she docs or not. She's away now, but she'll be home to-morrow, and perhaps she'll be more reasonable." The next day Mabel arrived. She met me politely, went through the in troduction pracefully, and acted as if she had never seen me before. There was not the slightest half-glance of recognition she evidently intended to consider me a recent acquaintunce. With curious inconsistency I could not help being a little disappointed, while at the same time I was immensely re lieved. I don't know what I had ex pected a start, a blush, just the shy, pleased look of a girl toward an old f i iend not yet forgotten ; or was it haughtiness, hardly veiled anger, dis gust ? Whatever I had expected, I got nothing at all but pleasant, meaning less words, great politeness, great civil ity. 1 had nothing whatever to do vith, and could have no interest in, the mtitiiacy that formerly existed between Mabel Humphreys and James W. Wol-i-ott ; he w as one man, and I was another. And 60 the days went on, nd she was always friendly with her father's copyist. Toward the end of July Ned Hum phreys came home, and brought Mr. Butter-Scotch Steele with him. Mr. Steele's baptismal name was William, but he had been reehristened by his friends Btitter-Scotch, on account of his fondness for that particular kind of candy. Ned was quite a boy, and a capital fellow at that, and he and I soon became firm friends ; but Butter-Scotch I loathed. I really don't know why I loathed him so much, unless because there was a rumor afloat that Mabel was making up her mind to renounce tho bangs and bangles of a sii.gle life, and henceforth stick to Butter-Scotch. Of course this of itself was enough to make me contemplate placing an ex traordinarily bent pin on his chair, or converting his overcoat pocket into a repository for a litter of baby kittens. But independently of this rumor, I had a distinct and positive impression that I loathed the man just as he was, whether he ever succeeded in marrying Mabel or not. Of course it was none of my business, but it did seem a pity to stand by and seo her become the missing rib, thereby completing the ' anatomy, of such a molly-coddle. On j morning I was standing on the piazza just finishing a very nice cigar Mr. Humphreys had presented me with the day before, with the remark that he didn't mind a man smoking once in a while, if he smoked tobacco, but he abominated cabbage " when Mabel came out. "Mr. Wolcott," she said, " are you going to be busy for a few minutes ?'"' "I think not," I replied. "Mr. Humphreys doesn't want to begin for half an hour yet." " Then will you come to the croquet ground and finish your cigar there?" " Certainly," I answered; " with pleasure." Over to the croquet ground we strolled, and Mabel sat down on one of the rustio seats. Without preamble of any kind, she began: " I know you have a friendly feeling for us all, Mr. Wolcott, and I want to ask your opinion and advice." I bowed, for she was unquestionably right about my friendly feeling, but I wondered what was coming. She went on: " What do you think of Mr. Steele" Well, that was a poser ! What did I think of Butter-Scotch ? That he was a fool, of course; but I reflected it wouldn't do to tell her so, particularly if she was going to Oh, no! it wouldn't do at all " Why do you ask, Miss Humphreys?" "I will tell you frankly. There is a very strong inclination on papa's part to buy the stone house." " Yes, I know there is." " And I don't want he to." " May I ask why not?" " Because it's haunted." "I don't see how that affects Mr. Steel he isn't haunted." Mabel laughed. " I don't suppose he is. But that isn't what I mean. I want to know if he is courageous enough to go there and see if it really is haunted." " Oh, I guess he's pretty brave; he says he is, and Mr. Humphreys thinks so too, I believe." "Yes, papa is so enthusiastic over Mr. But I mean Mr. Steele's kind heart and religious feeling; he thinks he must be a good man, and not easily frightened." She looked at me squarely. "And I want to know if he's a man fully to be trusted " "With untold wealth?" "No; to see a ghost." "Ah! I see 1" " You're brave, too, aren't you, Mr. Wolcott?" " You're very kind to say so, but I aesnre you there never was a worse coward than I am. I've no courage at all I'm all brain ! Now there's the dif ference between Mr. Steele and my self." Mabel rose. "Yes, I .see the differ ence," she said. "I'm very much obliged to you, Mr. Wolcott, for your good ad vice. I wasn't sure whether he would undertake it. Brain is a good thing, so is courage; I prefer a happy mixture." And with a pleasant little nod she sailed off. I never saw until afterward what a comparison I had made one all cour age and no brain, and the other all brain and no courage. I had muddled things badly, that was evident, and the worst of it was that sho never gave me an opportunity to let her know I had not intended any disrespect to her future liege. All this time Sol. Humphreys never ceased talking about buying tho stone house. At last Mabel made the propo sition that some night we three, Ned, Butter-Scotch and myself, should go there and stay until morning, and if our report was " no ghosts," she would not say any more against the purchasing scheme; but if anything diabolical or mysterious happened, that her father was to give up the idea. Our consent being asked we cheerfully gave it, and as one time was as good as another, we decided to make the experiment that night. Armed each with a stout stick and pillow, we advanced upon the haunted dwelling about 9 o'clock, and were admitted by tho man in. charge, whose headquarter were in an adjoining build ing, which communicated with the house by a long entry, at the end of which was an iron door. This door was closed and bolted after us, and we were left to make our explorations in our own way. I for one did not expect to see any thing supernatural, but Mabel's stories were very vivid, and I would have liked to oblige her by seeing something un canny. We had brought a lantern with us, and Butter-Scotch had very self sacritieingly taken charge of it. So we ascended the stairs, and made a tour of tho upper floor, then descended, and made another tour of the ground floor and cellar, and Butter-Scotch considered the exploration so thorough that lie strongly advocated going home and to bed, and bringing in a sealed verdict, "No ghosts." But we wouldn't hear of it. So, having made sure that the front door was unlocked on the inside, and could be opened instantaneously if the proposed ghost were disposed to' be violent, or use language unfit for "ears polite," we made ourselves as comfort able in the hall as tho circumstances of no bod and an indefinite ghost would allow. Ten o'clock no ghost. Eleven not a sound. Eleven-thirty " Ned, you're snoring." " Oh no ; I was thinking how " Suddenly there was a crash some where in the house. "By George 1" gasped Ned, " we're in for it, boys, and don't you forget it I" I don't know how long we waited, but then it began again first a sneeze, then a hissing sound, then a pail rolling downstairs, followed by an assortment of dust-pans and fire-irons. This was first-class. After the storm ceased Butter-Scotch, in a committee of one, proposed that we should alter the verdict to "ghosts emphatically," and go home. It was entertaining, but, to tell the truth, he was sleepy. In a few minutes there was another crash, and we taw something white on the stairs, slowly and solemnly approach ing. As it neared the bottom, it raised an arm; a low moan came from it, and a rasping sound of a by no means cheer ful character. Butter-Scotch made for the door, and in his excitement pushed against it in stead of pulling, so he couldn't get out. The ghost, seeing our fright, uttered a shriek, and came swiftly toward us. This was too much for flesh and blood to bear, and Butter-Scotch yelled, "Murder! thieves! fire!" frantic with horror, and we all three pulled and pushed, beside ourselves with fear. Just as the ghost had nearly reached us Ned pulled the door open, and there was a crash and a rush, and before I knew what had happened the door was shut to with a bang, and I was left in darkness in the hall, with the knowl edge that the beastly ghost was where it could touch me if it wanted to. A second of silence, and then a voice hissed, " Cowards I" I indorsed that opinion heartily, but the others were greater cowards than I was; I wouldn't have kicked the light out of the lantern, or shut the door on them. There was a yawn, and then the thing said, " Oh, my !" I plucked up my spirits a little. The ghost had sense enough to be sleepy, aud I thought I could stand a little talk, if it would only keep hands off. Possibly it wanted to find the door, for it came straight toward me. But the knob wasn't where the phantom thought it ought to be, and the seeking hand rested for about two seconds on my nose. The touch gave me courage; it was warm, soft and pleasant as a woman s. I stretched out my arms and grasped the phantom. It shrieked and started. but I was strong, and the ghost was solid, so it didn't get away. I didn't feel afraid of it then; on the contrary, it seemed afraid of me. " Dear ghost, sweet ghost," I said, " I won't hurt you." The answer came tremblingly and low: "What are you saying? Who sent you ?" " Why, my darling ghost," I said, " the lady that's going to be Mrs. Butter-Scotch." ' How do you know she is?" "Oh, I know veil enough. Yon must be a smart ghost not to know that 1" " She doesn't love him." " Oh, yes she does. My sweet little phantom, you're entirely mistaken. Come, I'll see if I can't light the lan tern, if that insane booby hasn't smashed it all to pieces in getting out." "Let me go, please," the ghost begged, in a very polite manner, and as it spoke the words sounded to me very much as from a human voice disguised, and yet I couldn't see for the life of me how anything human could have got into the house after. ;e came in, or how anything human could have made such an everlasting row, and rattled its bones so unpleasantly. But the ghost's hands uritnnuLi. wutuuo yuuei a nanus sh on them. My curiosity was 1, so I said: "No, I cannot let had flesh aroused you go." "It's wrong hugging me, when you love another." " Whom do I love ?" "Mrs. Butter-Scotch, of course. I know all about it." "Yon do, eh? Then I suppose you know how it all happened?" " Yes, of course I do." " Do you know why I stopped ?" "Because you hadn't money enongh to ask her to marry you." " You're perfectly right, my dear lit tle ghost, but neither yon nor I know whether she'd have married me even if I had happened to have plenty of money. I wish you'd tell me that." "I won't do anything of the kind. I'm perfectly surprised at myself for talking to a mortal so long. Good-bye, man. Go back to the Humphreys and tell them what you have seen. If the old man buys this house won't I make it hot for him! Good bye, mortal." But I wouldn't let go of the ghost's arm. 'Tlease let me go now," I he phantom beseeched. A bright idea came to me. I said: " Can I trust you ? Is a ghost's word good for anything?" With great dignitv it answered: "Yes: I never lie." " All right. If you'll promise to meet me to-morrow evening under the old apple tree on Mr. Humphrey's place at 10 o'clock, I'll let you go." And as I re leased my hold the ghost seemed to vanish away, and I opened the door and went out. My senses were dazed in the open air; the evening had been so strange, so almost suspicious, that I could not fathom it all at once. Be sides, I had allowed tb'i ghost to go be fore it had given the promise to meet me again. I remembered my stupidity with regret, but somehow I folt the ghost would consider the prom ise as having been given, and be at the trysting-place. At the house they had given me up for lost, and were discuss ing all manner of plans for my rescue, and Ned was on the point of coming for me alone, as Mr. Steele could not bo persuaded to enter that house again until daylight. However, the thing was settled, and Mr. Humphreys accepted onr report unquestionably, but with great regret, and the next morninq; Ma bel was informed of tho result. At last the evening came, and wo were on the piazza. Mabel had retired with a head ache, and tho rest of us smoked our cigars and followed our own thoughts in silence. As it neared 10 I arose leisurely and strolled off to the old apple tree. I had been there but a few minutes when I saw a white figure ap proaching as if from the adjoining place, and it came straight to me and stopped at my side. I lifted my hat. " Good evening," I said. The phantom responded with a neat little ghostly courtesy. " Mortal, j never tell a lie," it said. " Will you shako hands ? Truly a ghost's word can be believed." lhe phantom gave me its hand, but after I had held it a decent length of time, tried to regain possession of it. "Does the old gentleman bohevo?" asked the ghost. " Yes; it's all right he won't buy the house now, You can remain alone in it in undisturbed possession." " I don't want to stay alone in it." "Well, my sweet phantom, I don't seo how you're going to fix it. Haven't you any relatives to como and help you bo gay?" "No, none." "That's bad. I know tho dust-pan and fire-iron business is jolly, and theu it does sound awfully cheerful to have pails rolling downstairs; but it's like playing billiards gets monotonous if you haven't any one to play with." lhe ghost sighed. "What's that for?" I inquired. "Don't you like being a ghost ?" " No, not a bit." " Dear mo I Would you like to be an ordinary common mortal person ?" " Yes." ' ' My ? And get married ?' "Yes, I guess so I don't know." " Well, I'm very fond of you, dear little ghost." " I don't believe you. You're fond of somebody else." " Well, well; you told mo that before, and I don't deny it; but, my sweet littlo phantom, she don't care two cents for me now." "How do you know?" " Oh, I know it very well." " You're wrong. Why don't you go and ask her ?" "I'm not going to insult her." " Do you call that an insult ?" " Yes from one in my position. Sweet ghost," I said, coming nearer, " let's make believe you're my angel," putting my arms around her, and draw ing her to me. " Then you don't love her?" " On the contrary, it's because I love her so much that I want to make be lieve you're Miss Mabel." The ghost submitted with a good grace, but forgot her assumed ghostli ness. " James I" she said, and the voice carried me back two years, and my darling was revealed to me. "Mabel, Ma eel," I said, "what is this T Does it mean yoa love me ?" "Yes." "But why did you play such a prank on us all?" "I knew you still loved me, but would never say so, and, besides, I wanted a little fun." "Bless you, it was fun, but you might have been hurt." "Oh, no," she laughed; "I wasn't afraid. The others were so brave, and you were such a coward all brain and no courage, you know." A month later I was a clerk on a good salary, and six months later Mabel and I were married. But the secret of our wooing in the stone house and under the apple tree was never told, and from that time forth I hod no fear of ghosts my own particular precious little ghost was my shield and my protection. Harper's Bazar. THE INDUSTRIES OP SEW YORK Fig-arm Which liow lhe Immense Amount of liiislness Done by the Metropolis. That New York is an important manu facturing center, as well as the com mercial metropolis of the country, is generally little thought of, yet it is this productive industry which" has princi pally caused its astonishing growth in population, and by which the most of those who live here find their support. Its vast commerce requires many work ers, and, supports a large class who do little or no work, simply living on the interest of former accumulations; but the productive industry here, aside from he mere handling of "the products of the industry of others, distributes, through the countless channels which reach the family and the individual, the means of living, which have caused our thoroughfares to be so crowded, and which have necessitated so many miles of street railways, elevated railroads, ferries and bridges. The total of im ports and exports of New York city for the last calendar year was $890,189,814 a little more than half of that of the whole United States but the produc tions of the workshops and factories of the city, whereby, the raw or half-finished materials were brought into shape for practical use, amount to more than one half tho value of the exports and imports. The statistics showing tho extent of these manufacturing industries have re cently been forwarded to the census bureau at Washington, by Charles E. Hill, who has been the chief special agent here supervising their collection. They include the business of tho year from June, 1879, to June, 1880, and do not cover a few special lines of industry, which have only been made subjects of investigation by general agents for the whole united States, for 189 cunerem branches of business, as specified, the capital employed was $157j581,749, in 11,0(18 establishments, employing 202, 459 hands, using 1,312 boilers, and 1,124 engines of 41,951 horse power, and pro ducing goods valued at 435,422,102. Of these hands 133,998 were males above sixteen, (53,482 females above fifteer, and 1,393 children and youth, and this enumeration of help does not include proprietors or firm members, superin tendents, bookkeepers or Bolesruen none, in short, connected with the mer cantile department, but only those work ing for wages as producers. It will bo at once obseived that, adding these ex ceptions, we would greatly swell the number of those who find employment in the several branches of business, although the latter would largely be paid according to the profits of the business. Taking the materials used 207,043,23(5 plus the wages paid, from the value of tho products, we have 78,804,832, for the payment of theso others engaged and the interest on capital. Among the important items not in cluded in this list is the manufacture of silk goods (which was 7,842,515), pas (sr5.199,979), shipbuilding, and brewing and distilling, with several minor in dustries, for which tho statistics have not yet been completed. The whole, it is estimated, will bring the total erv nearly up to $500,000,000. The most important industry in the list is the manufacture of men's cloth ing, a branch of business which has grown wonderfully since the introduc tion of power for cutting as well as sewing. The production iu this line is valued at 59,798,097, employing 04, (150 hands, while women's clothing llg n res for j? 18,5119,487, employing 17,207 hands. In boots and shoes, 123 facto ries make goods to tho value of $4,799, 371, and 710 custom shoemaking shops produce $2,803,020 worth. The products of slaughtering and meat packing were valued at S29.297.527, including 2 11.275 beeves, 122,500 calves, and 002,000 sheep. In machinery tho product was $5,077,040; and in engines and boilers, 83,213,371; car building and repairing, $547,037; metal goods aud metal spin ning, $145,473; steam fitting aud steam heatiug, 1,29,259; iron casting and finishing, $5,489,251; tin, copper, and sheet iron ware, $2,347,182; furniture, $9,005,779; wood brackets, molding tuiniup, etc , $1,371,083; and drugs and chemicals, &J,lJo,li8. But any notice of the business and manufacturing industry of New Y'ork city would be incomplete without taking into account tho circumstances of its location, whereby a population of some 800,000, just across the East and North rivers, whose shores are fringed with the factories and warehouses of city nrms, all contribute to swell the pro duction of this common center. The industries thus carried on are not at all considered in these statistics, which cover only the establishments within the city lines; when, however, the work of the census bureau snail be so far com pleted that it will be possible to collate the figures touching the productive in dustry of these intimately related sec tions, the grand total will show an ag gregate of exchangeable commodities which will, in money value, bear no mean proportion to the total exports and imports of the port of New York. ScientyJUs American. In England, as late as the Reformai tion, eating flesh in Lent was rewarded with the pillory. FOIt THE LADIES. A nntl in Algeria. It must be great fun to attend a ball in Algiers. The Algerian Watchman reports a grand affair of that kind lately given by the governor, M. Grevy. In civilized society, the reporter says, poople attend balls in order to dance, flirt and chat, but in Algiers they sim ply go to eat and driuk, and yet not to eat and drink, to " swill" rather, and to stuff themselves. At 9 o'clock on the memorable evening men stood ten deep around the governor's sideboard, and so kicked and scuffled that his ex cellency was forced to station two policemen at the door of his supper room, while his twenty-six cooks oven could not supply the demand. Pres ently the policemen were overwhelmed in the rush and were fain to make their escape. If a lady wished a glass of champagne she had to impress some burly giant to force his way for her to the sideboard, and only at 3 o'clock in the morning, when Bhe was half dead with thirst, could the bostons succeed in obtaining a glass of wine, which she shared with her preserver in a corner. Big chasseurs and bearded Arabs feasted till they were like to die of u surfeit, and then sauntered through the gorgeous saloon, covered with jellies plates and the debris of all edible things One gentleman belonging to the high est circles of Algiers lay stretched, the whole evening on a row of chairs iu the saloon enjoying a siesta, ond play ing a tune upon his nose which might have been heard half way to France. Toward midnight M. Grevy visited his sleeping-room, where he found one of his guests sleeping the sleep of tho just in his bed, while tho chamber was iii the most shocking disorder, suggestive of a notorious triplet in Thackeray's "White Squall." Meantime in tho par lor all the men were smoking furiously and in the gush of their tipsiness filling the pianofortes with wine and breaking glasses over each other's heads, no less than 700 (glasses, unfortunately, not heads) being thus demolished. "M. Grevy was enchanted with the success of his ball." FiiHhlon Notes. Bustles are longer and more bouffant. All mitts are long and loose in the wrists. Squares of white dotted mull are used for fichus. Lace and muslin fichus grow larger and larger. It is the height of fashion to hang a piece of old faded tapestry on the wall. Showy colors in showy contrasts ap pear in the composition of fashionable seaside suits. White and goici rjraia trim yuuhtiuK suits of blue, gray or cream white flan nel sevge beautifully. Fantastic figures are embroidered in bright colors on artistic and fancy lawn tennis costumes. Puffs of mull and tulle illusion in the neck bid fair to take the place of plait ings and fichus. Yachting suits of dark or porcelain blue, gray or green flannel serge are made bright and gray with Turkey red sashes and trimmings. Mull and batiste dresses in pale tints of color, trimmed with imitation Valen ciennes and Flemish point aud Vermi celli laces, make lovely afternoon and evening watering-place toilets. Some exquisite white, black, rose-col ored aud pale blue Manila grass lace, long scarfs, and squares, enriched with gold threads or bright colored ones, are at very low prices. Longitudinal stripes iu bright colois, with gold and silver hair line efi'ects, crossed diagonally with stripes, formed in the weaving ot the fabric, make one of the features of the fall goods. Artistic parasols have sprays of eg lantiue, daisies, golden rod, straggling insects, and sometimes birds painted as if falling or flying, au nalurel, over the gores on the outside, sometimes en croachiug on the lace border, or fringe. while the linings show shaded enects in full, delicate tints of blue, green, rose, cream, pearl, and pure white. White dresses of everv description, including Swiss, lreneli, nainsook, lac onet, lawn, organdie, dotted and spiigged Swiss and Indian mull mus lins, and white cbnddabti, ponuees, nun's veiling, cashmere, aud French and American bunting ore worn to excess at all hours of the d:iv, while white surah, satin and diimasso, with tulle and crape lisse and white Spanish laoo, are re served for full evening toilets and In klal occasions. I'rodiuts of tho Laboratory. Several very valuable, products have como from tho laboratory of Lite vcars which it is well enough to call to mind Cosmolino, a product of coal oil, oeeu pies a place midway between the oils and solid fats. It is doubtless tho best dressing in the world, having the pone tratiou of kerosene, but not a particle of its smell or solvent properties. It w ill b: as painless upon the eye as upon the hand. Medicinal fiuid may be mingled with it by stirring it until the cosmoline is whitened. Glycerine is an older product. It is midway between oik and water. Either water, oil or alcohol will dissolve it. In turn, it is a solvent for a great many substances. It is also a useful preservative for the naturalist. Its medical uses are innu merable, and it may be taken in tea in place of sugar. Nitrate of Amyl is a curious chemical, which only physicians should use. It is a light corn colored fluid, of a faint but extremely penetra ting fruit odor. It is an arterial stimu lant of most wonderful power, it being too powerlul for inward application. drop on the end of the finger applied to the nostrils and withdrawn as its effects become visible, is the safest method. In asphyxia or syncope, sinking from con gestive chill, faintness of women with prolapsus, or in heart disease, it fills an entirely new place in medical treatment. tlour-Glass. A Kossuth County (Iowa) farmer, who runs a small butter and cheese factory of his own, says his profits from each of bis cows in loUU were 500. It May Sot Be. It may not ho onr lot to wield The sicklo in the ripened fiold; Nor ours to hear on summer evos The ronpor's song among the sheaves. Yet whore onr duty's task is wrought In uuison with God's great thought, The near and future blend in one, And whatao'or is willed is done. An 1 ours the grateful Bervioe whence Comes day by doy tho recompense; Tho hope, the trust, the purpose stayed, The fountain and the noonday shade. John O. Wltittier : HUMOR OF THE DAY, "I love thy rocks and drills," as the young fellow sang to the rich miner's anghter. ISalem sunbeam. Eocking-chairs would be more com fortable if they were less tidy. Chaff When we see a man with oceans of oil on his hair, it always suggests tons head-light. statesman. " That butter is too fresh," as the man remarked when the goat lifted him over the garden fence. Loitell Citizen. Tho lion now sits on tho garden fence But can no mischief hatch, Booauno the seeds have all come tip; riants are too hig too scratch. Wit ami Wisdom, " A rolling stone gathers no moss," but one that sticks in the same place continually gets so covered with moss that it can't see its way out. St. Louis Spirit. It is the easiest thing in the world to write fun. All von've trot to do is to sit down and think of it and then write We could write columns of it if we could think of it. Middletown 'ranscrint. At a session of the Teachers associa tion recently held at Saratoga, a report was read showing a large percentage of defect in sight among scholars, which would seem very naturally to arise from the disorder of the pupils. Statesman. One can't be too careful with fire arms. A Marathon boy carried a pistol in Lis coat pocket, and one day last week while he was in swimming the pistol unexpectedly went off. He has no suspicions as to who took it. Mar athon Independent. Danbury has a baseball nine called the Aqnenucknquewank club. When a member is seen with his jaw tied up it is not known whether he stopped a" hot ball" with his cheek or simply attempted to pronounce ihe name of his club. Norristown Herald. Annoyances ot Editors, Not editoi s alone but nearly all busi ness men daily reoeiva eommnnicn.tinnn from individuals in whom they have not the slightest interest, butwho'.neverthe less, feel terribly aggrieved if the most senseless inquiry is not immediately an swered by the long-suffering portion of humanity whose trials Job himself could scarcely have borne with patience. borne persons seem to have a mistaken impression that the business of other people couldn't be carried on at all without "valuable suggestions and ad vice from themselves," said "advice" generally coming in a badly spelled, horribly written missive, informing the delighted recipient that " he's an idiot, and that the writer always knew he was." Of course all dissatisfied cor respondents don't express their opinions in the above straightforward manner, but say what, in the end, really amounts to about the same thing. As a rule, editors are not unwilling to answer respectful queries, or those that can in enj way benefit the ques tioner or the public; but when, during a political campaign, somebody wants to know if tho aspirant for gubernatorial honors really did throw his mother-in- law over a mammoth two-inch boulder into a roaring, rushing,foaming,fathom- less washtub below, or why it isn't grammatical to say "them ink bottles is mine," the aveiage editor is opt to pine for a " lodge in somo vast wilder ness." Another a.iuoyance is caused by as pirants to literary honors, who begin by saying: " 1 now take my pen in hand, aud asking why they can't write length wise and crosswise, and diagonally across thd paper when they send an article for publication. If some such, original genius didn't take special pains to siy he took tho pen in his hand, al most any editor would be just foolish enough to imagine that the writer shoved it up under his left optic, or tied it to a lock of his auburn hair, but tho positive statement that he holds the pou iu his bund precludes the possibility of any conjecture on the subject, thus saving the editor s valuable time, as he might otherwise spend several precious minutes speculating on the matter. lhen there are tho "chronic grumb lers" who never were satisfied with anything, and never will be, and who send delightful autograph letters to the uniortuiiate publisher of some paper. complainiug that he " prints too much trash, and too little sense, or too much seuso, aad too little trash," anything in fact that will do to growl about, and make people think the sun is under a permanent eclipse. Then, too, the " sweet atlection that exists between the editors of rival papers must be a source of intense gratification to all concerned, and be accused of conduct ing any publication simply from merce nary motives, when everybody, knows that editors are dead-heads, and' poverty stricken beings anyhow, must soon cause regret for the vanished days of happy childhood, when they could play " mumblety-peg " with the tolerable certainty of hitting somebody with the deadly weapon used in that delightfel game. These are but a few of the daily trials to which editors are subjected, although " life is not all dark " to them anymore than individuals who follow some other profession. Most people have as many friends as they deserve, and doubtless the delight of occupying a conspicuous position at circuses and publ'.o entertainments more than coun terbalance any trifling annoyance like the few herein mentioned. Jna S. Hud ion, in Detroit b-e Press, A fruitful ;place A canning establishment.