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HENRY A.v PARSONS, ir., Editor and Publisher. . NIL DESPEUANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. XI. MDGWA Y, ( ELK COUNTY, PA!, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 13, 1881. NO.. 34. r 'I Tlio Farmer's Corn, At early dawn, whon o'er the leavea The hoar-frost creeps and steals their bloom, When trees stand Btiflf in gloom Beneath the sunless morn, Old Farmer John salutos his slioavea Of ripened corn. ; Bright jewels 'mong the stubblo gleam, And sparkle from his careless tread, And gossamer, outspread, Enrobes tho naked thorn; But Parmer John, to all a-dream, , Moves through his corn. ' Tho startled hare before him springs, And down tho furrow speeds like wind, Whilo cri.'p leaves spirt behind; The yellow mists, upborne," Skim o'er tho valo on noiaolcss wings Above the oom. But Farruor John with anxious oy-os The struggling streaks of dawn surveys, And through the spreading haze ThRt veils tho face of morn A blood-red rim ho toes arise To gvcot his corn. And fear creeps through his trembling veins As tho rising snn dilates in red, And as each mountain's head His ciimsnn hues adorn, John quakos to think the coming rains ; May swamp his coin. Still high o'oihead tho waning moon Reveals a patch of clearing blue, And hopo comes peering through With Luna's welcomo horn, That yot a fnvoriug sky at noon Will bless tho corn. The changeful sun, erst steeped in Are, Behold, pours forth rich amber streams Tiiat quench with bright joy-gleams Tho frowns his face had worn, For heaven nnd he may now conspire To save tho corn. Soc, o'or tho cast a golden mantle's flung! Fust move the mists from out the north, An:! ai tho winds come forth, To little shreds are torn The great cloud-masses that o'crhnng The golden corn. And lo! the wakened crows soar high; How nrrow-ptraight they upward fly O'er bits of dappled sky, And leave tho earth forlorn! While clouds of lazy rooks float by The tempi ing corn. What smiles sleep in the farmer's eyes! To-day ho'll "in" that precious'grain, For lie knows the dreaded rain Such boilings dare not scorn. So, whistling thanks to sun and skies, lie loaves the corn. The Parson's New Coat. Tie village of Buzzville having gone Btefcly through tho canning and pre serving season ; having with praise worthy zeal carried off the palm as re garded tho "annual county fair," ovor and abive the t-umjuiiding towns ; hav iug shone ciirpicuouslyin an elaborate "harvest, fe:.tivul" for their church and yet surviving, now cast about for other worlds to conquer before settling down for the winter. "Our minister needs anew coat," said Miss Mirandy Stebbins, rattling her knitting-needles iu huge delight at first producing an idea; "he does, most dretful bad," an that's a fact. Ilain't any .of you noticed how shiny it's got?" Sue cast a reproachful glance on all of the circle who, while they waged war on unbleached cotton and red flannel, also carried on admirably the war with their tongues and then proceeded : "An I say it's a cryin' shame to see him git up in that pulpit another Sunday with that old coat on. Somethin' must donn. I'm awful glad I thought of it." "You hain't thought of it any quick er'n anybody else," spoke up little Mrs. B tehee, a" stout, buxom matron, with flaming cheeks ; and hor black eyes flashed volumes. "'Tain't alwus talkin folks gits tho first idea, I've ben a-think-in of that tama thing for some time sow," she added, with a venomous snap at the) p'acid figure behind the rattling needles. "An' I shall do my best to git the parfon ono," sho added, tho best rye- bread premium, which MissMirandy had successfully carried oft' before her very eyes at tbe county fair, urgiDg her on. . "I fhall begin a subscription right straight off, this very minute," cried Miss Mirnndy, with great determina tion, and starting from her chair, ignor ing her rival completely. "How much will you give, Mrs. Bassett?" she asked, going into the center of the group to at tack tho "Sqiaro's wife." .. . . "An' I shall start ono, with my own name first, before I ask other folks to give," exclaimed little Mrs. Bisbee, tri umphantly, with an unpleasant laugh atMis3 Mirandy, who was known to be "tight as the bark of a tree." "I'll give five dollars," she added, in a loud voice, determined to go without her new win tor bonnet sooner than that her rival should carry the day. "An I'll join you with another five," spoke up the "Square's wife," looking past Miss Mirandy to the stout little figure with flaming cheeks. "Now, then, Mrs. Bisbee, that's a good start, I'm sure." There was no show now'for tho spin ster's side, since, for various reasons of her own, tho "Square's wife" had gone over to her rival. So she stalked back to her rocking-chair grimly, took up her knitting work, and watohed, as best she might, the subscriptions grow enthusi astically under other hands than her pwn. 7 - - . -- . , At last, as the laughter and excite ment progressed on all sides, she was utterly unable to bear it another mo ment longer, and jumping up, she mum bled something about "must be home," and flounced out of the room. "I'm glad ho gone," said the " Square's wife," as. the door closed after the retreating form of the spinster; "I am sick to death of havin' you always come to me for subscriptions ; an' sho never gives the first cent her elf." "She wouldn't see the need of the parson's coat, if she had to open that pocketbook of hern," said a tall, square- built matron, who looked as if she had plenty of opinions of her own, and could express them when occasion re quired. " Gracious 1" ejaculated little Mrs Bisbco, with a short laugh ; " who ever see that pocketbook anyway ? . I never did, an' I don't b'lieve any of you have eitner." , "A cent's as big as a cart-wheel to her," said the big square woman, who didn't love Miss Mirandy to death. "It all runs in the family. They wouldn't any of 'cm open their months to breathe, if they didn't get somethin' at the same time they giv it out." " Well, she won't put anythin' in her mouth this time," observed the " Square's wife," laughing, and Bottling nacK comfortably, "its the hrst sewm' meetin', I guess, whero she's gone home before tea." " An it means somethin' to pro home before tea from Mrs, Deacon Higby's," exclaimed little Mrs. Bisbee, enthusi astically, with an energetio bob of her black curls over at the hostess. "So shes lost her cake an' credit, too." " I don't know," said Mrs. Deacon Higby, deprecatingly, though she wrig gled all over with delight at the implied praise to her gunners. "Mv douehnuts ain't so light as usual, an' the loaf cake aint riz quito as Id like it. The deacon came home last night in a chill an' I ran in the midst of tverythin' to give him a canifire sweat. So I didn't hev as good luck as I set ont to hev." Notwithstanding theso lamentable failures, the round, oomfortablo visage of Mrs. Deacon Higby presented a series of rippling smiles that threat ened to eclipse every feature of her ex pressive face, while she smoothed her fat hands complacently together. "Oh, well, you can talk," said little Mrs. Bisbee, energetically, and begin ning to count up hor list of subscrip tions to tho parson's new coat, "but we all know, as well as the next one, what your cookin' is. Fifteen, twenty, twenty one, no, twenty-two Mrs. Spencer Higginson's makes t wenty-twc twenty five, twenty-eight, thirty, thirty-one tbirhy-one and a quarter. Oh, dear 1 what a pity 'twarn't just thirty-two." Til make it up," said the "Square's wife," quickly, enjoying tho distinction of being the only woman in the room to whom a dollar or two more or less diJn't make a matter worth a moment's consideration. Now, then, thirty-two dollars ought to git a first-rate article. Where'll we buy it ? that's tho ques tion." Hereupon ensued a lively discussion, tlio deacon's wifo favoring employing thi) village tailor, and, as he was second consiu to her husband, family reasons niilit have something to do with her opibico. Some of the ladies falling in with her, the idea would soon have bc-c-n ev Tried, but for the warlike, de termined attitude of tho other party, who decidedly favored the coat being made c ut of town. "Twill be lots more stylish," said Mrs. BasKftt, the "Square's wife," with an undeniable air that took immensely. " I shan't approve iu the least its being done here. When we give apythiug, let's give a good ono. How should w e fool to see the parson up in the pulpit with anything but the best on I" Ti e view of the parson from his high perch dispensing spiritual thiDgs, with anything less than a town mado coat adorning his person, was a sight that even in imagination eo ruled tho circle with disfavor that the whole roomful in a body went over immediately to the si1o of the " Square's wife." All but Mrs. Deacon Higby. She remained firm, while the round visage lengthened ominously, and tbe little eves snapped. " An if you think 'Biah Williams would make any but a good coat, you're much mistaken," she cried, with indig nation. "I must take back my sub scription then, for the deacon never'd hear to my given' his second cousin on his mother's sido seen an insult, ef tho pareon never saw a coat." And, all her feathers in filed, she sat straight up, and glared at them all. Now it never would do to offend Deacon Higby in all the world ; every body saw that at a glance; so, with many sidelong looks at each other, each lady began to cast ubout how she might gracefully wriggle back on to the other side without arousing the wrath of the "Square's wife." "Is'pose we had orter employ our own church people," said little Mrs. Bisbee, thoughtfully, seeing no one else was willing to 'take it up. " An', besides," she added, brightly, " p'r'ups, seein' it's for the parson, 'Biah Williams may do it considerable cheaper. So we'll save a good deal." "I don't know whether he will or not," said the deacon's wife, sturdily. " I ain't in 'Biah's business, an' I ain't a-goin' to say what I don't knownothin' about. Bat I do say, if the job is taken away from him, an' he a church mem ber in good an' regular standin', to give it out down in the city, why, the deacon '11 be so mad he won't git over it in one spell, I can tell you I" " Yes, I do think," said little Mrs. Bisbee, reflectively, and giving a swift, comprehensive look at the "Sqaure's wife" at the same time that she ad ministered, under the big table where the work was being cut out, an admoni tory pinch on that lady's toes, "that probably 'Biah Williams won't charge near so much. We don't know, you know, but probably he won't. An' then, besides, 'twould look rather queer to hev" us go outside, you know, to git some one else to do the work. They'd think the 'First church in Buzzville' had quarreled, maybe ;" and she fin ished up with a laugh, " So they would, so they would," cried every lady present, delighted to find that some one else had done them the good service of whirling them over safely. " We wouldn't go out of Buzz ville for anythin' ; an' 'Biah Williams is jott the one to do it," they added, de termined to do nothing by halves. Ho oil having been poured upon the troubled waters of Mrs Deaoon Higby's spirit, she considered her husband's family honor to be thoroughly vindi cated, and resuming her former jolly expression, she set aoout preparing to pass around the fragrant tea and the abundance of good cheer that accom panied it ; and a committee of three- Mrs, Squire Bassett. Mrs. Bisbee. and In compliment to her relationship to me aioresaia 'iJian Williams, Mrs, Deacon Higby was unanimously ap pointed to confer with the tailor and order the coat. Feeling quite sure at this point that duty had been done and full reparation for any fancied insult ' to the deacon's family pride had been made, they one and all, in a highly exalted frame of mind, energetically set to work on the supper, " I nover see such eaters," said a muf fled voico. The remark was addressed. in the depths of a big closet full of all sorts of family lumber and cast-off arti cles, to another person who, like the owner of the voice, was crammed in a most uncomfortable position up against the door that led into the " keepin'- room whore tne sewing sooiety was convened. "Whacketyl if we should eat so much, I guess ma 'd whip us. Just look at Miss Bassett stuff I''" Thereupon the other figure bounced up with great difficulty to get a good view from the keyhole. When he had gotten his eye fixed, he drew a long breath. "Whew I don't sho, though! An' see Miss Henderson I Her nose is a yard long. Look at her bite into that biscuit 1' " Let me see let me see,"'exolaimed the boy on tho floor, crowding un to push the other away from the keyhole. mat s my place, uet away, Tom, I say. I want to see." "'iam't your place any more n ''tis mine," retorted the other, in an awful whisper that but for the rattle of cups and saucers going ou on tho other side of the door must needs have been heard. " The closet b'longs to both of us ; so of course the kev-hole does." "Well. I want to see once." said the first boy, waiving the point of exclu sive rights ; "so git away, or I'll hol ler ;" and he gave a smort push to the figure enjoying a view of the society that caused it to take its eye quickly away from tho key-hole, while he re sented his wrongs. "If you do, you wont git nothin' only a whackin', an' I'll cut an' run," he ilcclared, savagelv, dumping down into the vacated place on the floor. " So do look it you want ter; then you've got to give the place back." ' bhe s beeinmn on another," cried the victor, as loudly as he dared. "Oh! my jum-zies ! I say, Tom " ", bat r said Tom, gloomily, on tho floor. "There won't be a scran left for us if they keep on catin' like that, The riz cake's ugoin' just awful ! Let's eo out in the back yard and holler' fire,' an' start 'em home." "Oh no, we mustn't," cried Tom, in alarm ; " that will spoil the whole. They can't eat much more," he added. decidedly. "An' then, after we've had our supper, we'll start an' tell all wo know. Hum t we heard lots? ' he asked. enthusiastically. "Lots 1" declared his brother; "Iauess we have. Just twice as much as we did at last B'ciety; then 'twas all about Jinny Ann Bogers; that wasn't no fun at all." "Let's go to Cousin 'Biah's first." said Tom, eagerly, ''an' mad him all un; an' then we'll cut 'cross lots to Miss MiiandyV. Let's, Joe." "All right," said Joe. "I don't care which one wo go to first. Oh, dear ! I wish they was through." Jjut before he could plaster his mlo blue eye up to the key hole again, the enterprising Thomas already had pos nemon of that outlook ; so he was forced to content himself with conjuring up new dark plans on tho floor. At last they had tho supreme pleasure of seeing and hearing the biscuits, cake and tea passed out into the kitchen ; when, losing no time, they speedily took themselves out to the charms of a sup per with no one by to restrain. Wnen tney had finally eaten till not another crumb was possible, they each grasped his cap, and flew as fast as was possiblo on their pleasant errand. "1 wouldn't 'a believed it." Mr. 'Biah Williams brought his hand down hard on his knee, then stared at his wife. "I would," she said, spitefully. ' They're a mean, hateful set. It's jest what I've alwus told you, 'Biah, only you would have your own way. Now I guoss you'll go over to the Methodists." " 1 11 po to the Methodists next Sun day, Sivah, if you want ter," said Mr. Williams, decidedly. "I'll jine a church where the folks ain't too big for their clothes." " Ain't too big for your clothes, you mean," said his wife, with a bitter laugh, " To think that stuck-up Miss Bassett, whose father used to peddle dared turn up her nose at your tailorin' I" "An that Miss Bisbee, who don t know what a good coat is when she sees one," cried the tailor, in the greatest exasperation, "a-settin herself up to tell me how much I was to charge ! I guess I'll learn her how to mind her own business." And 'Biah got up, and sticking his big hands in his pockets, began to stalk up and down ;tho room in high dudgeon. . '"Biah!" Mrs. Williams stopped combing out her scanty locks, and let ting them string down each side of her thin face, she eagerly faced her hus band. " I'll tell you what to do." "What?" asked her husband, stop ping in surprise. " xou charge era just twice as much as you would 'a .done," eaid his wifo, Eeering through the two wisps of light air that hung dismally on either side of her enraged countenance, "'an git your pay out of 'em all; an' then you give it back to tbe parson yourself, when the coat's done." " Good for you," cried her husband. " Hain't you got a head, though I" And then he was po delighted at her cnteness that he lifted the two wisps like pump handles and kissed her. Meantime, Miss Mirandy Stebbins, feeling herself overreached in her effort to be the prominent originator of the gift to the parson, and defrauded as to the supper she had counted so much upon, was doing up her corkscrew curls in anything but a sweot frame of mind, preparatory to the sleep that wouldn't come at her bidding. " It's outrageous I" she hissed to her self, her false teeth being out and care fully placed on the bureau. " I never was so insulted in my life. That little fat chunk of a Miss Bisbee, too, to do it I An' Miss Higby to set by an' see 'em, an' never say a word I I'll be up to 'em, I will." Thereupon she blew out the candle, and flounced her thin frame down into the middle of her feather-bed, trying to think of something bad enough to sat isfy her thirst foi revenge. Suddenly she sprang into a sitting postnre. " I'll git straight up now on' write it down, before I forgit it," she cried, in great excitement, "for I never '11 git it into my head so good again." Aud clambering ont of bed, she groped around iu the dark to light her candle, when she proceeded to slip her feet into some flannel slippers, and herself into a monstrous bed-gown of wonderful pattern. " There, now, what was it? Let me see," she said, scratching her head with the end of a rusty penholder that she had with great dilriculty found, after much rummaging in the bureau drawer. "Oh, yes, that was it. Yes, now, then." The old pen scraped its way over tho small mangy piece of paper that Miss Mirandy considered suitable for the oc casion, until these words appeared: "Reverend Mister Blodqett, Deah Sin," (On second thoughts, consider ing the "Dear Sir" too familiar, sho had, with extreme pains, marked it over, while a blush flew over her Rpare countenance, and lighted up the dismal bedgown.) " Reverend Mister Blodqett, There be-in' an efort started afoot to give you a coat, I wish to stato ont of profound respeck to yourself and Mis. Blodgett an" here Miss Mirandy, finding still quito a stock of respect loft within her bosom, concluded to bestow it liberally, so she added, with extra flourishes "an your whole mclusivo family, that I had the honor to propose the coat, an should a had tho extreme pleasure of presentin it in a way suitable to the ocashun, if that insidious creature Mis. Sotb. Bisbee hadn't insulted me at the sewiu society this eveniu at Mis. Dea con Higby's. Sho started all those la dies to talk awful ubout me, behind my back, when I wasn't there; but Tom and Joe Higby are noble lads, an they've est bon au tola mo all about it. Ho pardon my assumption in writin', an be lieve I would a give ter the coat if I'd beu let to, an present my respecks to Mis. Blodgett and ycur eldest daughter au Sarah Ann, an all the rest. "lours to command, "Miranda Steijiiiss." Miss Mirandy couldn't help reading this over threo oi four times, she was s delighted with it. Then she blew o'it, the licht, and clambered into her feathers again. .-. . "On second thoughts, she said, as she drew up the thick comfortable around her pparo chin, "I won't send it now. 1 can atlord to wait, an when the crat's done, I'll jest git 'Biah Williams to stick it in one of the pockets That '11 bo 'most as good es helpin'give it;" and hugely tickled at the turn of affairs, sho composed her mind and fell asleep. On tho first Sunday iu December a bright, beautiful day the " First church in Buzzville" wss crowded to its utmost capacity. The presentation had taken place the evening before, and consisted in the coat being sent over at the hands of the tailor's boy, with a note contain ing the names of the fair donor3. All eyes and ears were therefore agog to see the parson ia his new habiii men'.s, and to hear how he returned thanks. As he went up the broad aisle every neck was craned to catch a fight of the new coat, and many nudges and smiles were given to express the general .satisfaction that was bubbling over in tbe audieneo. After tho first praver with a few pre liminary "hems," the parson stood up and began to unburden his mind of the deep dnbt of gratitude that seemed to weigh him down. " Hem I It cive3 me great pleasure," he mumbled; then sought relief in his handkerchief, which being in tho depths of his left-hand pocket, required a " strong pull and a long pull " to get it out. "Hem I" Whiz rustle went some small white object out beneath the parson's hand up into the air ; then it settled slowly, and made its way down, down toward the floor, when it fluttered a moment, lo land in the second pew from the front, directly in Deacon Higby's lap. The two boys leaned past their mother to see tho sight, and almost laughed aloud. They didn't laugh again for many a day 1 'llie deacon heard tne concluding words of Parson Blodgett's acknowledg ment, who, now that he had his hand kerchief, was all right; then he slowly unfolded the paper in his hand and examined its contents. Which done, he turned and took a long, deliberate look at his two sons, who were placidly observing the erratio movements of a belated ny on tue ceu- lnK- ... Miss Mirandy Stebbin s letter, though not in the way she had intended, finally reached the minister's hand, and she had full revenge ; so also was the soul of 'Biah Williams fully satisfied. But those "two noble lads," the deacon's sons, hod the jolliest whipping ever known, and it wasn't safo to say " sewing society" to them for one good spell. Harper't Jicuar. Why He Mourned. The late George Borrow, of England, was a man of powerful frame and was six ieei iwo in ueigui wnuuuu uibbuucb. Having been born at a period when pugilism was in vogue it was one of his father's accomplishments--he was not slow to exercise his pnyweal capaci ties if the occasion required . it La menting, when he was verging toward sixty, that he was childless, he eaid very mournfully i "I shall soon not be, able to knock a man down, and I shall have no son to do it for me. Oregon's wool crop amounts to 9,000,- UUU pounds. Two Pictures. Many years ago an Italian artist, while wandering through the streets of his native city, saw a little boy whose coun tenance bore a beauty so wondrously pure that, in contemplating it, he for got the troubles and anxieties thrust upon him by pecuniary embarrassments. " How I should like to portray those features," ' soliloquized the trtist. " Will you come to my studio, my lit tle lad ? I should like so much to paint your pioturo." Most willingly the boy accompanied. tho painter, and soon enjoyed the pretty sight of another little lad his second self smiling down upon him from the artist's easel. The painter often conk his every thought in contemplation of the lovely picture. When the bitterness of life made him weary of living, he needed but to lift his eyes to the beautiful pic ture that graced the wall of his studio, and its look of innocence and hope would drive the shadows of despair from out his heart and fill it with hap piness. Many were the offers to buy the portrait of the lovely child ; but the artist, though often in want, stead fastly refused to sell "his guardian angol," as he called him. . Years passed. Many times as he sat and gazod upon the blooming beauty of the face before him, the artist ques tioned himself as to the probable fate of the pretty child. " I would like to see him once again; would liko to sea how he looks." He would say to him' self, "I wonder if I would know him? Has he grown to be a man, good and true, or a knave a ne'er-do-well; or dees he dwell iu heaven?" And, as once again the artist sauntered through the streets of his beautiful town, he came upon a youth whose features bore the stamp of vices so terrible, of a degradation so low, and an expression so diabolical, that its sight caused him to hem his steps. What a pioture ! "How I should liko to sketch those features as a contrasting piece to the beautiful, pure innocence of tho boy I portrayed years ago," said the artist to himself. The youth, having noticed the inter est with which tho artist scanned him, begged for money, for he was both a boggar and a thief. " Come with me to my studio; let me paint your portait, and I will pay you what you may demand." The youth followed the artist. When the sketch had been completed, and he had hidden iu his pockets the coins the artist gavo him, tho beggar turned to go. As his gaze Jell upon the picture of the little boy he started us if stung by a serpent; while his eyes scorned rivetpd on the painting, he paled as if in death. It seemed as though he'd ask a question, but tears appeared to choke his utterance. He pointed to the picture, and, throwing himself down on his knees, ho wept and wailed aloud. "Man, man, what ails you?' asked the astonished painter. "But twenty years ago you bid me como to you, as now, and then, as now, you portrayed me; see yonder face was then mine own ! and now ? You see me a wreck a ruin a human being, so degraded that all the pure, tho good, will turn their faces iu disgust 1" Tho astonished artist could hardly credit the testimony of his senses. " But tell me man, whence this terri ble change?" The youth told his sad story : An only son and of great beauty; his pa rents spoiled him ; bud companions taught him tliur vices ; brothels and gambling dens became his home, until he had lost his all, and then unable, or, -lather, unwilling to work, and, as yet, ashamed to beg, he began to steal ; caught ia the act, ho was thrown into prison; and then he went on to tell hew each bad act appeared to contain tho germ of another appeared to create the desire ; aye, the necessity to commit another and a worse one. His story, as told by himself, sounded terrible and brought tears to the paint er's eyes. He adjured the youth to give up his felonious career, and offered hi-t assistance in so doing. His kind endeavors came too late; sickness, the conscqaence of vice and dissipation, threw tLe unhappy youth upon a bed of pain. He died beforo he had au op portunity to prove the sincerity of his repentance. The artist placed his portrait by the side of that beautiful boj ; and when his patrons asked him why he put so terri ble a face beside another of such won drous beauty, he answered, sadly: "Be tween yon demon and yon angel, there are but twenty years of vice." Wm. JiiclUer Temper. Happy is he who can command his temper even under trying circum stances. Tho evils wrought by un bridled tempers are beyond calculation. The violent temper of a fretful and iras cible man gives his friends much con cern. His conduct wane under its in fluence renders him unamiable, and, of course, greatly diminishes their regard for him. And this is not all. If he has any real responsibility, the emotions he feels i re as painful as those ne causes iu the breasts of others. When the calm of retirement succeeds to the bus tie of company, his solitary moments are embittered by very mortifying re flections; for it has been well remarked " that anger begins with folly and ends with repentance." A few bitter words spoken in anger may rankle for a life time. Self-command, besides prevent ing their utterance, enables us to main tain the dignity cf our nature as intel ligent beings by establishing the empire of reason over passions. It renders a person the master of himself under all the various circumstances of life; in prosperity, cheerful without insolence; and iu adversity, resigned and calm without defection. It gives an effectual chock to all the vicious propensities of envy, malice and anger; and in the same proportion as it restrains them, it encourages the growtu oi virtue, pre vents them from running into extremes, and fixes their duo bounds. : " - Plaited collarettes of mull, plain white, dotted, embroidered, and polka- dotted in black and colors, are much worn, with scarf-bows to match. Tat and Present. Thero is a good deal ofj harmless prattle about the superior health, the strength and the wisdom of our great grandfathers and great-grandmothers. -It is a common thing to hear old people who ought to have better senso, talking about tho good old times and the higher mental and physical ability of those who lived long ago. While we have great respect for the old folks, living and dead, we must not shut our eyes to the reality. The truth is that people live longer now than ever they did. The medical profession knows more now than ever it did; and we could put into the field to day a bigger army of cen tenarians than our grandfathers could in tho good old days when they were young. Moreover, old people now are much more vigorous than the old people of times past. Our people are growing larger and stronger. It is not so very many years since tho American woman waj a slight, delicato creature? now she is tall end portly. The numbers of sing ularly tall and well-proportioned young men and women to bo seen in the streets of Now York to-day astonish the old fellows who remember the boys and girls of forty and fifty years ago. Some persons imagine that this increase in size is confined to the children of our foieign-born citizens; but this is a great mistake, for the increase growth is gen eral. Certainly the mixture- of r.ces may have something to do with it, but, whatever may be the cause, it is a fact plainly to be soenby any observer. The greatest known feats of physical strength and endurance aro recorded to the credit of tho young men of this age ; and, indeed, it is hardly too much to as sort that the greatest runners, the great est walkers, the greatest jumpers, the greatest swimmers, the greatest oars men, tho greatest weight-lifters, the greatest gymnasts, the greatest boxei-s, the greatest fenceis ami tho heaviest men that ever lived are among the living to-day. Thero seems to bo a universal increase in the growth of hu manity. The height, the chest measure ment and the weight of tho toldiers of the immense armies of Europe of tho present tim'o are at least as great as they were among the picked men of the much smaller European rmies of fifty years past, clearly showing that, the average man of to-day is as big and as strong as Ihe picked mau of loug ago. Tho fact stares us in the face that the grown-up sons and daughters of the old people of this country are, as a rule, bigger and stronger than tbeir fathers and mothers were. An ordinary sized Englishman finds considerate difficulty in squeezing himself into tho armor of one of the Norman conquer ors of his country; but what could one of our Western farmers do with it? Certainly he could pick it up and look at it, but this is all. We have great respect for the mem oi y of our grandfathers aud greatgrand fathers, as well as for our grandmoth ers and great-grandmothers, but we cannot afford to delude ourselves with ideas and notions that fact aud figures set aside. People are inclined to over estimate the measure of wisdom and ability of the grand old fellows of days gono by. It is au amiable fault, but btill a fault; because tho truth is not so. Xcil' York Sun. A Miner's Experience. He was on his way home from Lead- villo. Ho had on a ragged old summer suit, a bad hat, and he had been taking his meals thirty bouts apaitto make lis money carry him through. 'le.s; I like tho country out that wav," he replied to the query. ' lhe elimite is good, tho sceuory is fine, and some of the people are hone t as nerds be. Tho trouble is knowing how to take the bad ones." " I should think that would be easy." "Yes, it looks that way; but I had soma cxpermr.ee. 1 am tho original tliskivercr of the richest mine around Leadville. Yes, I am tho very man, though you couldn't think it to "look at these clothes." " Then you don't own it now ?" " Not a bit of it." " How is that." "Well, I was looking around tho hills and found signs. I collected some specimens for assay, staked off a claim and went off to tho assay or?. It was two davs before he let mo know that I had struck tho richest ore that he had ever as:ayed and then hurried back to my claim. Hang my buttons if it hadn t been jumped." "Uow'r" " Why, a gang cf sharpers had found the spot and built up a pole shunty and hung out the sign of the First Baptist church over the door. True as shoot ing they had, and the law out there is that no man can sink a shaft within 2UU feet of a church building. Tbey saw me coming, ana when 1 got there they were holding a revival. Thero was six of them, and they got up ono after the other and told how wicked they had been and how sorry they were, and would you believe ltv-thcy had the cheek to ask me to lead off in singing. I went to law, but they beat me. 1 uree days alter came the verdict, the First Bap tist church had burned down, and Le fore the ashes were cold the congrega tion were developing a mine worth $3,000,000. You see I didn't know how to take them. ' " Was there any particular way to take them?" "You bet thero was. I ought to have opened on the revival with a Win chester rifle and given the coroner 850 for a verdict that they came to thoir death from too much religion." Salt Lake dtibune. The Boston Watchman (Baptist) asks; "Ha e we any preacher?'' the question being suggested by tho fact that tho leading papers of tbe denomination aro publishing English instead of Ameiican sermons. lt has a theory on the subject, that while Americans preach -quite as well as Englishmen-,-when an American pastor is asked to furnish a sermon for a paper he selects one oa "tome special subject, -while English preachers are contented to give their average dis courses " on plain, simple Gospel I themes." i j Reconciliation. ., If thou wort lying, cold and still and white, In death's embrace, oh, mine enemy! I think that if I came and looked on thee, should forgivo; that something in the sight Of thy still face would compter me, by right Of death's sad Impotence, and I should see How pitiful a thing it is to be At feud with aught that's mortal, ' . Bo, to-night, Jly soul, unfurling her white flag of peace Forestalling that dread hour when wo may meet, Tho dead face and the living fain would err Across the years, "Oh, let our warfaro oeaset I.ifo ia so short, and hatred is not sweet; . ., I,ot there ho peace between s ere we die." Carotin A. Motion, in ScrWner. HUM0H OF THE DAY. How to avoid drowning stay at home. Advice to a married man : Put a safety valve upon your snlf-esteem if you do not want to got "blown up." "I would not strike you for 10," said J., playfully, to his friend E. "Well, you would not get it if you did," replied E. Philadelphia Sun. "Oh, why hhould tho spirit of mortal be proud," Or take in its strength such a boastful delight, A singlo bald hornet can scatter a crowd, And a wasp that means business can put it to flight. "Yon want a flogging, that's what you want," Baid a parent to an unruly son. "I know it, dad, but I'll try to get along without it," said the independent brat. ' " Lesson for young housekeepers "How can you tell a young fowl from an old one?" "By tho toeth?" "But fowls have no teeth I" "I know they haven't, but I have !" A newly married couple riding in a carriage, were overturned, whereupon a standerby said it was "A shocking sight." "Yes," said the gentleman, "to see those just wedded fall out so soon.' A clergyman remarked the other day: "Alas! how times change! In the Old Testament days it was considered a mir acle for au ass to speak, and now it ' seems as though nothing short of a mir acle would keep one quiet." Tho cable has informed us that the czar and the Empeior William kissed eoch other when they met at Dantzig; but it forgot to add that after the oscu lation the czar gave a significant sniff and remarked in an "aside": "Great Ciesar, Bill! you've been eating Lim- burger! A vouncr lady became so much dis satisfied with a gentleman to whom sin was engaged to be married that sho dis missed him. In revenge he threatened to publish her letters to him. "Very weil," replied the lady. "I have no rea son to be ashamed of any part of my letters, except the address." Habitual Mouth ltrcnthiuff. Many people sleep with tho mouth open, and tnus make this organ per form a duty which 6iioutd ue transacted by the noso. There are many objec tions to this, and Dr. Wagner clearly points them out. Tho air iu passing through the channels of the nose, for instance, is raised to the temperature of the body before it rc-eches the larynx. luus breathing, now matter now low tho temperature may be, the sense of cold is never felt below tho border of the soft palate. But when one breathes through the mouth on a cold clay the sensation proceeds as far as tho larynx, and an irritating cough may be caused. then, again, in noso breathing tho air is moistened by the natural secretions which cover the turbinated bones in a condition of health, and the short bristly hairs at the openings of tbe nos trils act as a filter to arrest impurities and reduce tho likelihood of laryngial, bronchial or pulmonary disease. In fants, athletes, savages and animals breathe through the nose; the ordinary civilized man employs tho mouth to an . unnecessary, and often to a veryinjun- . ous, extent. The causes of mouth breathing are myriad. Complete or partial closure of the passages, polypus, congonitol bony closure, enlarged tonsils, protruding teeth, adhesion of the soft palate of tho posterior wall of thephaiynx all these are sufficient causes of mouth breathing. The indications are not to subtle as not . to be readily recognized. Retracted lipp, open mouth, i t ceding gums, pro truding teeth, shrunken alae, decreased eize of the nostril.-.' orifices, wrinkles at tho eyes' outer angles, and lines ex tending from the alae to the mouth angles are the predominant signs. The effects of mouth breathing upon the pharynx areoften most deplorable. The mucous membrane becomes much irri tated. A chronic engorgement of the blood vessels may take place, until permanent dilitation of the vessels is produced, aud so on until tho disease known as clergyman's sore throat is produced. Tho writer devotes a part of his space to showing the bad results of Bleeping with the mouth open, and suggests au appropriate remedy. If all . snorers were to adopt it one of the most disagreeable noises of the night would be silenced, for people who breathe through their noses wh'de sleeping never ' snore. The fifty short and clearly printed pages of which this monograph consists appear to exhaust the subject. Dr. Cliuton Woijner. The Fourteen Wonders of the World. The seven wonders of the world, in ancient times, wore the pyramids of Egypt, the Pharos of Alexandria, the walls aud hanging gardens of Babylon, . the Temple of Diana, the statue of the ' Olympian Jupiter, tho Mausoleum cf Ai temesia and tbe Colossus at Bhoues. ' The reven wonders of the world in modern times aro the printing-press, tho -steam-engine, the telephone, the phono- crapn, pnotograpu, telegraph and elec tric light. ' . " ' The so-called "seven wonders of th ' ancients were mere trifles oompared with those of the present time. The . Brooklyn bridge, for example, would, make the banging, gardens tf Babylon, a mere toy, while the whole seven won-' dera put together would sink into in significance could their builders have -seen a lightning-express train at full speed.