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Advertisements must be plainly marked the length of time desired, or they will be contin ued and charged for until ordered out. Notices of Marriages and Deaths free of charge. All additions to ordinary announce ments 10 cents per line. NULLA VESTIGIA RETKORSUM. YOL. II. SALISBUEY, C01O"., FllIDAY, FEBKUABY 28, 1873. NO. 3. After the Apple. Behind me clang the golden doors' No strength of mine may ope again ; .: Before me stretch the wild, waste shores These hands to harvest fields must train. -My last look, turning to the skies. Of Eden that I lose to-day, ""..- Bees but the lightnings of your eyes, Like flaming swords to bar the way. Yon stand there, in your innocence, Amazed, indignant at such end : Judging a passion too intense For unformed souls to comprehend. From you within to me without A distance as from sea to sea Outbroadens the abyss of doubt Twist dream and wake that needs must be. Tet think not, howsoever wide, That gulf shall not be spanned at last ; Nor fancy shoreless deeps divide The exiled future from the past. The path my feet have trod before .; - t, r Or soon or late you too shall tread : ' . - - I may not walk your Eden more, But you will come to me instead. For, various of taste, I trow - That, since our common mother's fall. Some fruit upon that self-same bough Hath ripened for the lips of all ; And hang it loWor hang it high, And be the flavor sour or sweet, For you in turn the time draws nigh To pluck the apple and to eat. - ai i Till then peachance 'tis well your, eyes fj( ' Should scathe me with their ignorant scorns Go shelter in your Paradise, . And leave me here among the thorns. But when you too, without the gates, Look, shuddering, o'er the desert bare, Then tur and pardon one who waits . . To make a pathway for you there. CIGABS FOR TWO L- i; "Smokes, does he? The abominable wretch 1" exclaimed Mrs. Volant to her friend, Mrs. Washburn, the young -wife who had just gone to housekeeping. , . r " He smokes, but he is not an abom inable -wretch I am sure he is no V replied Mrs. Washburn, a little startled by the hard name applied to her hus band, -whom she both loved and es teemed. "Not a wretch?" " No, I am sure he is not." i " . s "Yes, he is ; any husband, especially one wh has been married only a year, and -won't let off smoking when his wife desires it must be a wretch.." i "No ; you overstate the case. He is everything a husband ought to be so kind, so devoted, so indulgent. But, then, I do wish he -would not smoke." "You must break him of it the cruel monster." " . ' "Nay, do not call him such hard names, I love him -with all my heart, j tnougn ne does smote. " Well, I suppose you do ; young -wives are apt to be foolish." - "Foolish!" . " Yes ; he sees, I dare say, that you ove him, and so he takes advantage of you. " Why, Mrs. Volant, don't you love your husband ?" " Well, I suppose I do ; there is ne need of telling him of it. I make him think I don't carejanything about him. Why I can manage him as easy as I could a kitten." "I don't like that; I think there ought to be love and confidence between man and wife." "Pooh!" 7 " You cannot be happy with him." "I should not be if I became his slave." " I am not hia slave." " Don't you believe it ? When yen have been married as long as I have you will get rid of some of these sentimental notions, which answer very well for the first year or so, but become very incon venient after that." : T " For my part, I always mean to" love my husband as much as I lo now, even if it is sentimental." " See if you do ! Husb nds must be carefully managed or they will become tyrants. Now, my husband smoked the first year after marriage ; but then he was a little careful about bringing his cigar into the house, for I told him, up and down I -wouldn't have it."- "I should supposed he would have rebelled." " He did, but not at first. One night about a year after we were married, he brought home a whole bundle of cigars and put them on the. mantelpieoe.- Taxing one, ne coolly ngnted it. and proceeded to read the evening news paper." ...... , "That's the way my husband'does. j. was aownrignc maa at nis impu dence, but did not say a word. The next day I bought a monstrous great onun-Dox, ana nuea it lull of rappee, In the evening he lighted his cigal as before ; but no sooner had he done so than I seated myself opposite to him. and drawing out my snuff-box I took a generous pinch, at the risk of sneezing " How funny!" My husband did not think so. He looked at me with astonishment. " You take snuff?" says he. " I do ; at least I mean to learn," I re plied. " It is a filthy habit," said he. " No worse than smokinar." said T. We debated the matter a long time, ana at last he gave no the paint, and promised to throw away his cigars if I wouia tnrow away my snufi. " And he never smoked any more ?" 4 1 af "w-v i ass:ea jars. wasnDurn. " Yes ; he began once after : but took to the snuff again, and he gave it up "Are you sure he don't smoke new?' ii ne does ne never lets me see him. My sitting room is not smoked up as yours is. " " It was a glorious trick." " That it was and I advise you to try it upon Mr. Washburn." " I couldn't take a pinch of snuff any more man icouia swallow an elephant. " Smoke, then. There are some little cigars sold at the apothecary's made on purpose for ladies. They are so mild that they wouldn't make you sick. though even if they did you wouldn't mind so they cured your husband of omcuung. - "It seems too bad to play such tnck upon him ; he is always so kind; and permits me to do just as I please," bcuu vus - tenaer-neartea JVlrs. Wasn burn. " What else could he do ?" " It looks kind of mean to me." "Not a bit." " I don't know as it would succeed." "Nonsense! I am sure it would, He never would let you smoke, for these husbands have an awful horror of any imnronrietv in their wifes. 1" - " Then he says he hatf always smoked ana can t leave it off." "Pshaw! The old story." "I am almost tempted to try it." " I would." " It seems so unkind, though, that I have hardly the heart to try it." " You are notional, my dear Mrs. Washburn. When you have been mar ried" The remark was broken on by the abrupt entrance of the " abominable wretch " himself. Mrs. Washburn rose as - he entered, and, in spite of the abominable odor that his breath must have exhaled, printed a kiss upon his tobacco stained lips. The lady "who had been married several years" was disgusted, and after a few remarks concerning the weather, took her leave. Mrs. Washburn was a pretty, affec tionate, gentle-hearted wife. Her whole existence was bound up in her husband, as well it might be ; for never was a husband more devoted to his wife than he was. To our mind she was a model wife, none of your stormy vix ens, that set their hearts upon attaining a 'point and will pull the house down upon your head but .they will attain it. In her eye Mr. Washburn had only one fault, and that was the villainous habit of smoking, which all her elo quence had been powerless to overcome. She didn't "put her foot down," as her friend, Mrs. Volant, had done ; for poor, gentle-hearted creature she coold not think of provoking a quarrel with him, and had about concluded to make the best of it and let him smoke in peace. But there was something so irresist ibly, funny, about Mrs. ; Volant's plan that jshe determined to try it, and ac cordingly, on the afternoon of the next day she sent the Irish girl to the apoth eoary's shop for a bunch of " Bagdad eigars." 'Disposing a few of them .in her work-basket, ready for the momen tous occasion, her mind pictured the scene that would ensue when she should light one of them. It was so funny that she laughed out loud at the idea. Wcldn't he be surprised to see her, who had teased him so much to leave off, smoking herself. Would not his eyes stick out when he should see her puffing a cigar at her sewing, as he did when he read the evening paper. Jae was so pleased with the plan tnat slie could have put it into execution, even if it had been only for the sport it promised, independently of any good result which might flow from it. Wouldn't he be mortified, and would she not win the day and glory pver his defeat? Wouldn't he be glad to promise her that he wouldn't smoke another ci gar as long as he lived ? She was so delighted that she could hardly contain herself. Mr. Washburn came home to tea, and. as usual, when he entered the house he gave her a kiss and tender greeting. They were seated at the tea table ; Mrs. Washburn was so full of mirth that she came near scalding herself with the hot tea when she poured it out. Her mer ry, mischievous laugh rang pleasantly in her husband's ears, who, poor fellow, could have no idea of the terrible or deal through which he was doomed to pass. When tea was over, tne astral lamp transferred to the light-stand, and Mr. Washburn had stretched himself into a comfortable position in the large, easy rocking-chair, with his legs lazily re posing in another chair, the everlasting cigar was produced, lighted, and began to diffuse its fragrance through the room. Mrs. Washburn ceuld hardly con trol her inclination to burst into a laugh at the mere thought of what she was about to do. beating Herself at the side of the table, opposite her hus band, she took from the work-basket, with an air as grave and solemn as a judge, one of the "Bagdads." Placing the filthy roll between her ruby lips she glanced at her husband. " JSow. Mr. Smoker," thought she it would have spoiled to have said it ." we will see waetneryou don t abandon that nasty habit." Mr. Wasn burn Happened to glance at her, but, contrary to her expectation, he manifested no suprise, and went on reading the Transcript. " So so, Mr. Smoker, thought she again, "you tninK l' am joKing, do you ? 1 will soon convince you ;" and the lady took a paper and applied a light to the cigar. Mrs. Washburn was rather inexperi rtmced in the. modus operandi of lighting a cigar, and sue was unable to make it go. She lighted another taper, and puffed away with all her might ; but the tfagdad was as resolute as the great ealiph himself. She persevered till her extraordinary exertions again attracted the attention of Mr. Washburn. "You are lighting the wrong end, my ; dear, said He, with the utmost nonchalance. 4 How provoking he is !" thought Mrs. Washburn, "why don t he remon strate?" 'You should bite the twisted end. ana tnen put it in your montn. con tinued the husband, turning to the paper again. Aided by. these directions the lady took another cigar, which she succeed ed in lighting. The first taste of the tobacco smoke was horrible, but she determined to be a martyr for her hus band's sake, and taking her sewing, she continued to puff away as she plied her needle, till a certain nausea compelled her to abandon the experiment for that time. Casting the .Bagdad into the grate, she began to wish she had not listened to Mrs. Volant. " What is the matter, my dear ? Wasn't it a good cigar? Try mine ; they are Monte Christos of the first quality ;" and the imperturbable Mr. Washburn offered her the choice from his case. " No, I thank you, my dear ; I will not smoke anv more to-night." " But whatTs the matter, Mary ? You are as pale as a sheet?" " I feel a little faint ; I shall be bet ter in the morning." And Mrs. Wash burn was obliged to leave the. room. Poor woman ! She was sick all the evening. But the next day Mrs Volant, who had called to learn the success of the experiment, advised her to try again, assuring her that it would not make her sick the second time. Mr. Washburn had a couple of his intimate friends at his house to play a fame of whist the next evening, and the evoted wife resolved to try the effect of a smoke in their presence. When the party were seated Mr. Washburn handed around the cigar case. "Won't you smoke, my dear?" asked he, tending the cigars to his wife. "I will ; but you know, Joseph, that I never smoke your cigars, they do not suit my taste." . .:.' v t;-.i ' ; "Whew, that was cool.' ' ri ' Mrs. Washburn lit a Bagdad. "Is it possible you smoke. Mrs. Washburn ?" asked Mr. Barnes, aston ished at the singular spectacle of a woman puffing away at a cigar, for all the world like a loafer in a barroom. "Occasionally, just to please my hus band," replied Mrs. Washburn, after she had blown out a long breath of blue smoke. "Yes, Barnes," interposed Mr. Wash burn, "it is more sociable you know, to have company when one smokes. We are generally alone in the evening and she is so kind as to smoke with me. Ah, .Barnes, teach your wife to. smoke, it is so pleasant to smoke with one's wife." The lady was thunderstruck. Was it possible ' that he had no more respect for the proprieties of life than that? She smoke ? She had already acquired the reputation of being a smoker, with out having produced any of the desired gooaresults. Mrs. Washburn threw the lighted Bagdad into the stove. She had almost cried with vexation. "Not smoke, my dear ?" said her hus band. "I think you can be .sociable to-night if I don't smoke." "Do smoke, my dear ; it gives me so much pleasure to see you enjoy a good cigar. "That's too bad, Joseph, Mr. Washburn laughed outright, and, throwing down his cards, explained the event of the preceding evening. "I will own up; I did it to break him of the habit ; I give it up." When the gentlemen had taken their leave, Mrs. Washburn explained by whose advice she had adopted the plan. Mrs. Volant has the reputation of being a perfect shrew. Her husband is a laughing stock for all State street. She is a bad adviser. "How slick vou have turned the ioke upon me," said Mrs. Washburn, laugh ing heartily. ' "To tell the truth, 1 overheard some of your conversation when the plot was laid." "Oh, ho, you did ; no wonder it fail ed then." "I did : but, Mary, are you so very much against my smoking ? I love the weed, but I love you more," and Mr. Washburn kissed her tenderly. ".Nay, 1 will say no more about it. Perhaps I was selfish. "- "Not selfish. JL will leave it off, my dear, for your sake. "Jo, no ; l don t want you to do so. If you are so very fond of smoking I will never say another word about it." And Mr. Washburn has smoked his cigar in peace ever since. A Dangerous Place. A correspondent speaking of the South African diamond mines, says : Foreseeing the tremendous amount of labor that would be concentrated in and about the claims, the surveyors made twelve roads through the kopje to which each claim-holder gave seven feet and a half. So between every two lines of claims there was a road fifteen feet wide. Of course this portion of the ground was to remain untouched until some future time, when, the rest of the soil being worked, these alone remained to dig into. But alas for the anticipations of the authorities and the intentions of the diggers ! the roads were not left intact. They were undermined, gouged, and encroached on, until they became to cave in. Huge slices would break away from the walls, and with a dull thud, and surrounded by a choking limy dust, would crash into the pit below. Perhaps a faint cry would be heard as the horrified digger, looking . up, saw his end at hand ; or perhaps more likely his back was bent, and, eager to see the sparkling gem turn out before his gaze, he was cut off from tne living world without a mo ment's warning. Another day a gaping crack in the roadway is ominous of an accident. ; The diggers look at it and say, " It's no wider to-day than: yester day ;" " Oh, it will stand ;" " We are safe enough ;" and so they descended the shaft, unmindful of their peril Ten minutes alter a heavy loaded cart crawls that way, its great wide ! wheels cutting deep . into the ground. It reaches this crack, a wheel enters the seam, and a moment more the digger below and the driver abovs meet in eternity, while a crowd of Caffres make a " hooray" over the affair as they pull their mutilated bodies away from the confused mass of wood, iron, and dirt. Next dav the claim is sold, and teorle forget the last accident in the still new er horrors which accumulate. The dan gerous condition of the mine has caused many to sell oat and leave for as it is at present worked (July 1872), no man can descend into the claims without peril to his life. In the end the only plan to work it safely will be to form a joint-stock company to work it out piece meal, for four or five thousand con flicting interests are unmanageable when concentrated in the area of four teen acres. Transit of Venus. In the astronomical world, the coming event, although yet nearly two years distant, is the transit of Venus. Ex tensive preparations are making to utilize to the utmost; for the advance ment of astronomical science, this rare and interesting phenomenon. The transits of this planet take place at in tervals of eight, one hundred and five and one-half, and one hundred and twenty-one and one-half years. The last transit having occurea on the 3rd of June. 1769. the next, after an inter val of one hundred and five and a half years, will greet the eyes of expectant astronomers jon the 4th of December, 1874. Venulis the larger of the two planets having their orbs within that of the earth, and appears to terrestrial beholders the most Drilliant and magni ficent of all ; the star par excellence of beauty, poetry and love. But not as a matter of sentimental, romantic or 838 thetio interest, nor yet with, reference to the fact that no human eye now ex isting has ever witnessed this phenome non ; nor as a matter of mere scientific curiosity is the coming event bo much discussed and so much prepared for. Accurate observation of this phenome non will 1 furnish data of the first im portance to astronomical science, by which the distances from the sun af the earth and other planets, and their re spective magnitudes may be precisely calculated. r . . -;(- If there is one thing we like more than another, it is a simple, directs in telligible statement of something we are interested in. : .How, then, can i we be sufficiently grateful to Professor Agas siz for informing us that " trilobitesare not any more closely related to the phyllopods than to any other entomos racse, or to the isopod." Evans, the Child Murderer. He Oonfene to Several Murders, Including the Joyce Children in 1865. Franklin B. Evans, who was tried, convicted, and sentenced to be hung on the third Tuesday of February, 1874, at Exeter, N. H., for the murder of Geor- giana JLovenng last October, has made the startling confession that the last fif teen years of his life has been almost one scene of butchery, all his victims being children. ; In 1858 he says that he stole away and killed a little niece in Derry, N. H., aged nve years. In lobl ne assaulted and cut the throat of a girl fourteen years of age in Augusta, Me., for which anotner man died in prison ; while tne most startling of his numerous crime! is the murder of Isabella Joyce, aged fourteen, and her brother John, a boy of twelve, m uussey s Woods, near Boston, in 1865. " These murders, it will be remembered, created the great est excitement all through New England at the time. It was plain that the girl had been outraged, and the whole coun try was thoroughly searched for the murderer. But at last the did saying that murder will out is again realized. It is also charged that on June 10, 1872, Evans outraged a woman found dead in the woods near Jatchburg, Mass., and during the year he outraged, mutilated, and murdered Georgiana Lovering, a girl of twelve years, in Northwood, N. H., for whose murder he is under sen tence. His confession integard to all the above crimes is brief and indefinite except as to the Joyce children, which was -made to Deputy Sheriff Henry A. Drew, who arrested him and had him in charge ten days before he revealed to him the secret of the murder of Georgi ana Lovering. Mr. Drew says that after Evans had confessed the murder he questioned him as to his whereabouts for thex last fifteen years. '.'Finally," says Mr. Drew, " I traced him to Rhode Island, and then to Boxbury, Massachu setts. Mention of Hoxbury, and the similarity of the two murders suggested to me for the first time that he might have perpetrated the murder of the Joyce children, of which I had then but a dim recollection, and of the circum stances of . which, I . have now but very little knowledge. X then in terrogated him on the subject, and the ouestions on mv part and the replies on his were deemed by me of so much im portance that I immediately reduced the substance of the conversation to writ ing. Tne following covers tne main points of the confession elieited in re gard to the Joyce children: Question by Bherirl Drew Well, . Frank what you tell me, you must tell me now ; tell me all all about it ; were you in Boxbury or were yom in Man chester tell me just as it is 7 A. Mr, Drew, 1 was right there when that boy and girl were killed. t Q. was he stabbed or not? A. Yes, he was, several times. Q. Did the girl make much ado ? A. Yes. Q. More than the boy did ? A. Yes. Q. Why did she? A. She was raped ; don't ask me any more, I have now told you. O. was the act committed before she was killed? ; . A. Yes, Mr. Drew ; I won't say any more ; 1 have teld ail about it now. Q. Well. Frank, I guess Vou have : butonethingmore: Was the girl bruised much ? . - A.. Yes :.I won't answer another ques tion. . ' Mr. Drew-rWell, I won't ask you any more. Mr. Drew states that Evans further said that the house where the children came from was on the left-hand side as you went into . Boston from Boxbury, And was a two-story house. - Mr. Drew said to him, "Wow, Jb rank, it was a little cottage-house on the right-hand side as you go toward Bos ton?" ;; Evans replied: " It was; a two-story house, on the left-hand side as you go into Boston from Boxbury." mi ! n v i . ' i jLae iouowmg amuavit is corroouru tive of Sheriff Drew's statement: I, Azariah Waldron, of Stratford, in the County of Stratford, State of New Hampshire, depose and say that I was keeper over Franklin B. Evans at Henry A. Drew s house : that 1 had a conver sation with Evans in regard to the Joyce children ; Evans said to me, " I hope they won't bring that up till I get through with this ; if they do, what will they do to me ?" I answered, " They will hang you twice." Evans said, " They cannot kill me but once. AZARIA.II WAiDBON. Sworn and subscribed to before me, Henbx A. Dkew, Justice of the Peace. Tkemoes Caused bi Tobacco, The trembling which is one of the usual symptoms of acute, is also a common result of chronic nicotism. A very dis tinguished Parisian physician had hands which shook so much that he could not write. Whenever he remained without tobacco for any length of time; these tremblings disappeared. Another case. mentioned by Blatin, is noteworthy: . A man of forty-hve years consulted him respecting violent and numerous attacks of vertigo. When he felt one of them approaching he was obliged to lie down ,wherever he might be, in order to avoid falling. In the country, where he had plenty of exercise, they were less fre quent than in the town, where his occu pation was sedentary. ! Cessation from tobacco, and' a tonic regimen, quickly restored him, A physician of fifty-two was afflicted with similar disagreeable symptoms, and was also cured by absti nence. Habit had become so strong that he could not resist, at times, the temptation to slight indulgence. Find ing that these returns to tobacco were immediately followed by his old painful anacKs, ne renouncea it iorever. A Doctob's Stobt. A good, but we know not how reliable story, is related of a venerable doctor of the experiment al and eclectic school of medicine. It was one of his rules never to' have any tiling wasted ? and therefore when any Erescription remained After the patient ad died or recovered, he, would C2Jty it into a pottle kept ipr the purpose, that became the receptacle of a hetero geneous compound that ; seience ceuld not analyze.- A younger member of the faculty noted: this as a. very singular iact, and ne asked of him; the reason for It. The doctor hesitated a little and then : replied that though in ordinary cases he-knew well what, to do, there were instances where all his medical skill failed; - At such" times it was his custom to resort to, the big bottle, and leave na ture, and accident , to accomplish, the cure, . "And will ,you believe it," said he,"" sOme of ffiV most brilliant success es have resulted from it. The Public Kindergarten In Boston. Here is a charming account from the Boston Traveller of the manner in which the Public Kindergarten in that city is conducted: . Twenty lovely little children were playing in a ring at a lively play ; one little tot was pussy, another a mouse ; and, after singing together a pretty couplet or two, the chase began. Some of the children who took turns in the running were more agile than others, and one little fellow had the wit to turn and meet the mouse who was running round and round outside the ring when he found he was a little too far behind Jtier to make it probable he ever should catch her. It was the occasion of some pretty little stories about mice, which wef told after they all returned to their seayi to rest, and while they were taking turns in a very orderly manner in taking a drink of water for refreshment. The play showed by the discipline attending it that the children were well in hand bv the teacher, whose verv sweet voice was alone enough to diffuse harmony among them. It was the day for mould ing in clay, and they were all eager for the lesson ; but by accident the register had been left open all night, so that the clay was too dry ; and the explanation of the fact was accepted very pleasant ly, and a block lesson substituted. The personnel of the school is also somewhat different from that of former years, and this is due to the correct views of the teacher, who did not think it right to make a public school what is conven tionally called select. She went into the neighborhood herself, and induced the artisans and tradespeople to send their children. A prettier set, or one more easily managed, could hardly be found. and the moral and social training of the kindergarten is eminently conduoive to refinement and self-government. These children have one advantage over those of "a wealthier class, that their ante school education has not been given by nursery girls, but by mothers. During the short stay I made in the school the children learned the meaning of some expressions used in building, and illustrated them with the blocks in their hands, so that they will doubtless be remembered always. They also learned some self-government, without any sharp reprimanding. They were not restrained from speaking, but were allowed the proper, child-like freedom of giving utterance to their impressions, giving the teacher an opportunity to correct their speech, and they were readily brought to silence by her gentle remark that it was not proper to speak when the teacher was speaking. The young lady's motherly, sympathetic manner was quite charming to see, and as I know she enters intelligently as well as enthusiastically into the idea of the soul culture that is to accompany the pleasant tasks given to little fingers and minds, I enjoyed my visit very much, and was only astonished to see empty seats that twenty more children might occupy without crowding in this large and pleasant room. It is to be hoped that the exertions Miss Peabody is now making to spread the genuine schools of D roebel s system will enlight en the apathy which has not yet been overcome upon this important subject of early education. A Fortune Missed. Colonel Michael P. Walsh died in the Shasta county, CaL, hospital on the 31st of December last. He was born at Waterford, Ireland, '.and was within a few days of seyenty-eight years old at the time of his death. At the age of twenty-two he came to the United States and enlisted in the military servioe ot his adopted country. In 1832 he went to Chicago and purchased eighty acres of land, for which he paid $200. This he kept for one year, when, the new town not coming up to his sanguine ex pectations, and thinking it was not a very healthful place, he sold the lot for the amount he had paid for it and emi grated to a place of more flattering pros pects. He went to California twenty years ago, and soon took up his abode at Churntown, where he became en-, gaged .in mining. He was almost a helpless cripple for the last fifteen years his right arm having been rendered use less by a falling tree. When Colonel Walsh went to Chicago it was but a mere outpost upon the western border of civilization, containing less than nve hundred inhabitants. That eighty acre lot is in the very heart and centre of that opulent city of 300,000 inhabitants. Had he kept that piece of property he might have counted his wealth by tens of millions. While he was running out the sands of life in poverty in the Shasta county hospital, the census of 1870 shows that tract ef land which he once bought and for $200 represented more wealth than all the broad acres of Cali fornia from the mouth of Feather river to the Oregon line. The Teaching of Grammar not Allowed. " I have been sendin' my darter Nancy to skool, and last Friday I went over to the skool to see how she was gettin' along, and I seed things I didn't like by no means. . The skool-master was lam in her things entirely out of the line of eddycation, and, as 1 think, improper, I set a while in the skool-house, an' heered one class say their lesson. The lesson that Nancy sed was nuthin' but the foolishest kind of talk'; the rediclist word she sed was 'Hove. I looked right at her for bein' so improper, but she went right on and sed, Thou love est, and he loves.' And I reckon you never heered such rigmarole in your life love, love, love and nothin' but love. She sed one time. I did love, Sez I, Who did you love ?' The skolars laffed, but I wasn't to be put off, and sed, Who did you love, Nancy ?' The skool-master sed he would explain when Xsancy had finished the lesson.- This Borter pacyfied me, and Nancy went on with her awful love talk. It got wus and wus every word. She sed, I might, could, or would love.' I stopped her again, and sed I reckon I would see about that, and told her to walk out of that house. The skool-master tried to interfere, but I would not let him say a word. . He sed I was a fool, and I nokt him down, and made him holler in short order. I talkt the strate thing to him. I told him I'd show how hede larn my darter grammar. I got the nabors to gether, and we sent him off in a hurry, and I reckon tharl be no more grammar teaciun jxx these parts soon. : A Sad Disaster. In Richmond, Va., a span of a bridge fell. : At the time a large number of workingmen were on the bridge and went with it into the water.- Ten of the workmen went down with the span ; three of these were never seen to rise again, and are supposed to have been .crushed, by the falling tim bers. Another drifted a 6hort distance down the river and soon sunk forever. Noted Poisoners. Foreign Foiioning Mania Sir Thomas Orerbnry Cssr Borgia'e Ring La Spara Aqua Tofana -The Marchioness de BrinxUliers. One of the most terrible crimes, ne of the worst Borts of murder, is the de struction of human life by secret poison. There are shades of guilt recognized even by the law, but the taking of life by poisons, so slow in their operation that the gradual ebbing away of exist ence resembles the natural decay of years, is usually unsuspected, and must be persevered in for some time, until the fatal result be produced. In a fit of passion, or when under the influence of anger, or any other tempor ary feeling, human life may be sudden ly taken ; but secret poisoning indicates steady and reticent persistence in a de liberate design such as, in fact,' noth ing but continuous malignancy could have even conceived. Happily, this most terrible of crimes has declined very much within the last two or three hundred years. : It is repeatedly mentioned in the Greek and Latin writers, but did not become a regular art until the seven teenth century ; though in 1529,. in the reign of Henry VM, the English Par liament passed a law declaring the em ployment of secret poisons, to be high treason, and appropiating ' boiling to death as its peculiar punishment. A century later, in the reign of James L some cases obtained an unnappy no toriety in London . ' ' The wife of the Earl of Essex, a woman of great beauty, lopse conduct and bad heart, was offended , by some reflections cast upon her by Sir Thomas Overbury, an author and courtier, and induced Bobert KenyLord Bochester, who then was on far too intimate terms with her, to remove him by secret poi soning, which he did. Some time after this, when Kerr lost his favor at court, he was tried and convicted of the poi soning, but received a pardon from the king. It was believed that this was done to prevent his making some crimi nal disclosures against the king himself! It was in Italy and 1 ranee, however, that this crime was longest and most effectually practiced. Throughout Ital ian history, from the time of the middle ages, secret poisoning casts a crimson hue upon every page. : Men who shrank irom assassination aia not nesiuiie to employ poison to remove their enemies or rivals. The Boman family of Borgia used this so largely that their name re mains associated with it. Caesar Borgia had a ring from which started a sharp point, charged with poison, which on such slight pressure as shaking hands, pressed itself into the flesh of the vic tim, and however slightly the skin might be abraded, leaving only a slight mark as if a pin had scratched it, the poison entered into the victim's system and death was the result, without leav ing a sign or mark of the cause. It will be remembered that Lord Lyt-- ton (who is best known in this country as Lytton-Bulwer, the novelist) intro duced a ring of this kind into his ro mance of "Lucretia; or, the Children of Night," and by its use, the criminal heroine, then not knowing his identity, poisons her own son. It may be added that Caesar Borgia's father, a . highly distinguished and greatly wicked man, who was helieved to have " removed " many persons by foul means, imvited an old friend to sup with him, intending to poison him by poisoned confections. The guest, however had a warning of danger, and made a point of seeing his host's carver, who confessed that it was intended to destroy him, but consented, for a bribe of ten thousand golden du cats, so to arrange matters that'the box of poisoned confections was placed be fore the : master of the feast instead of before the guest, and the deceiver being thus deceived, the poisoner was poi soned. ... : In the middle of the seventeenth cen tury, the large and increasing number of young widows in Borne led to suspi cion and inquiry, and it was discovered that the husbands had died suddenly that a secret society of young wives em ployed an eld fortune-teller, named Spa ra, to supply them with a poison, limpid, tasteless, and clear, which would destroy life slowly or suddenly, at will. The use of this poison continued through several years, until at last Spara and thirteen of her fair clients were arrested, tried, convicted, publicly whipped, and hung, many others, of the highest rank in Borne, being banished and fined.. - Fifty years after this, it was ascer tained that a similar system of crime was carried on in Naples, the chief pro moter of which was an old woman named Toffania, who largely manufactured the Spara poison, and sold it extensively, even sending it to various parts of Italy, under the name of " Manna of St. Niqo la of Bari " (the title of a miraculous oil said to cure rheumatism), but best known, in our day, as the " Aqua To fana." On analyzation, it is said to have consisted of crystals of arsenic dissolved in water. It produced its effects slowly, by the gradual weakening of the appe tite and the organs of respiration. After six hundred persons had perished by this poison, Toffania was arrested, tried, convicted, and strangled, in 1719. From that time, secret poisoning has hardly been heard of in Italy. In the reign of Lomis XIV. secret poi soning was carried on to a large extent in France, the criminals being married women, and the victims being; in most cases their husbands. The suspicions of the Government being excited from certain information, two Italians, named Exili and Glaser, were sent to the Bas tile, charged with having made and sold the poisons. Glaser died in prison, but Exili became acquainted there with Seigneur de St. Croix, then a prisoner, and taught him how to make the poi sons. St. Croix was the lover of the Mar chioness de Brinvilliers, a lovely and wicked woman, and had been sent to the Bastile at the jrequest of her father, who was pained at his daughter's dis grace, though, unfortunately, such oc currences were very frequent, then and there. : - .. On his release, St. Croix told Brinvil liers that he had learned how to make poison, whereupon she resolved to de stroy her father, but first eKperimented with the death-dealing liquid on the sick eoplpeinthe hospital of the Hotel Dieu. She resolved not to be detected,: and devoted eight months to the dosing-of her father. No suspicion was aroused, and therefore she removed her two brothers and sisters by the same means. Next she tried to poison -her husband, but he escaped by taking antidotes, sup-: 1 "I 1 1 ' , C f I - 1 3 J 1 puea 10 nun uy ras. tiroix, wno uroaueu thatheshould.be compelled, to marry the widow. St. Croix died, in 1672, while he was preparing poison.- His mask fell Off, and - he was. poisoned by the fumes. Among his papers were documents in culpating the marchioness. A domestic servant, named Chaussee, who was in their guilty secrets, was arrested, mado a full confession, and was broken on the wheel. The marchioness escaped to England, but was eventually brought back to Paris. On trial a "general con fession," in her handwriting, found among her papers, was brought against her ; but she declared it had been writ ten during the insanity caused by a fever. The torture, freely administered two centuries back, forced a full confession from her, and she was beheaded, on July 16, 1676. Louis XIV. established the " Cham bre Ardente," to try poisoning cases. Two WOmeh, named Lavoisin and La vigoreux, who told fortunes to young heirs and young wives, and secured their fulfillment by providing them with "succession powders," were detected, and burned alive in Paris, in February, 1680, and from thirty to forty of their accomplices were hanged in various parts of France. But not until after one hundred persons had died on the gallows, or at the stake, was the crime wholly suppressed. Dr. It. Shelton Mackenzie. Mining and Manufactures. Tin mines are said to have been dis covered in Utah. There was recently discovered near Staunton, Va. , a large deposit of red hematite iron ore, probably thirty feet wide and extending several miles. - The durability ef asphalt as flooring has been tested in the Northampton (England) cattle market, and the decis ion is against it. It was found that the treading of the cattle soon wore it away, and that it ! would speedily become necessary to replace it. It was accord ingly decided to lay the floor of the market with brick in place of the as phalt.1 v A Boston architect has been in the habit for many years of bedding his roofing slates in hydraulic cement, in stead of having them nailed on dry in the usual way, which leaves them sub ject to be rattled by the wind and to be broken by any accidental pressure. The cement soon sets and hardens, so that the roof becomes like a solid wall. The extra cost is ten or fifteen per cent., and he thinks it good economy. It affords great protection against fire. The actual cost of a sewing machine is from $5 to $7, or with table and all complete from $10 to $30. At retail the price is $60 to $175, the difference being clear profit. The National Oil Journal deseribes a volcanic well-burner for increasing the production of oil wells. The process of using this volanic well-burner is as follows: A slow-burning composition, consisting of nitrate of soda, nitrate of potash, and charcoal, placed in suitable cases, is lowered to the bottom of the well, and then ignited by electricity. The parts of combustion which are not carbonic gas are thrown out into the well through proper vents, heating the whole surface of eand rock, dissolving the paraffine, and thoroughly restoring the original porosity of the oil-bearing rock, thus bringing the well back to nearly its first production. This pro cess is attended with no danger either to person or property, as there is no ex plosion. Water-pipes are now lined with glass. A space between the metal and the glass is filled with a layer of plaster of Paris. The glass is thus protected from breakage. -..--, ' : Sixty manufactories supply us with corks. The value of the corks used in this country annually is estimated at $2,250,000. , , It is proposed to manufacture the pro ducts of the gas wells in the western part of this State,., Pennsylvania, and Ohio into carbon black, and a patent has just been issued for a process by which this may be economically done. If all the immense production of this natural gas can by a cheap process be converted iqto an article of extensive commercial use, it will certainly be a large source of profit to the oil regions. A Bold Exploit. The following is from the diary of the late Mr. Adolphus, the barrister and historian: "May 8th, 1840. We had a dinner party, among them Mrs. Mathews and Curran, who told an amusing story of an agent to a nobleman in Ireland. It was known to some ruffians in the neigh borhood that he had collected a large sum for rents due to his employer. In the middle of the night he heard thieves breaking into his house. He jumped out ef bed, and arming himself with a carving-knife, stood behind the door, and closed it, so that only ne could enter at a time, which one would be shown in the.' moonlight while he re mained in the Bhade. Four of the thieves entered and were despatched one after another, those without not knowing what happened. The fifth saw a gleam of the blade in the moonlight, seized the man, and a tremendous scuffle ensued. The agent struck several blows with his weapon, but made no im pression. He was got down, and his antagonist over him, when, feeling the knife, he found the point was bent. He had the presence . of mind to press it strongly against the floor, so as to turn it back, stabbed his adversary dead, and, as he was alone in the house and could have no assistance till the tnorn ing, retired to bed. He was knighted for the-exploit. Some one said to him, ' I wonder you could go to bed while there were on the floor the corpses of five persons whom you had killed ?' His answer was, ' It did make me very un easy ; I could : not get a wink of sleep for nearly an hour!' " Ivory. The various substances in cluded under the term ivory are the tusk of the elephant, the walrus, the narwhal and the hippopotamus. To these we must add the fossil ivory so often used in ancient carvings. This was obtained from Siberia, where the tusks of the mammoths are found along the banks of the large rivers. It is a curious fact that the largest tusks of ivory now pro cured would not furnish pieces as large as those used in the Middle Ages. There is every probability that the an cients softened the ivory and could then enlarge the pieces. A fifteen century recipe in the British Museum directs that the ivory should be placed in muri atic acid, and, it will become soft as wax, Bv being placed in white vinegar it hardens again. The Greeks used ivory to decorate their couches, and also their shields and arms. Greek sculptors did not think it beneath them to work in the art. : : "- ' - There is' great excitement in Salt Lake City owing to the President s proclama tion, and the Mormon leaders and press exhibit considerable fear, while the people are quietly awaiting results. 'No Friends, No Home, No Money. A Heartless.Daughter-.Why Roger Meehan Out his Throat His Troubles. Boger Meehan. who was found at the Grand Central Depot with his throat cut, lies at Bellevue Hospital in a crit ical condition. Mr. Meehan is over sixty years of age, but is confined in one of the cells. Though suffering from weak ness, with much exertion he related his story as follows to a reporter? Mr. Meehan married his wife, who was a Mrs. Elizabeth Burke? in Ireland, 23 years ago, and emigrated to this country at that time. . Last November Mr. Meehan was sick in Bellevue Hospi tal. While there his wife called and told him that her daughter, by a former husband, had bought for her a house and three acres of land in Woolford, Carroll county, N. H., and that she was going to take their three children and go there. The oldest child was 14 and the youngest 9 years old. They always lived peaceably together. ' Mrs. Meehan asked her husband whem he got well to follow her to Woolford. Mr. Meehan, when he left the hospital, went to work to earn money to enable him to join his family. He says he worked hard, but did not have money enough until Tuesday, the 4th inst.; then he had saved $10. With that sum, on the night of the 4th inst., he left New York to join his family. This he did against the wisnes oi anotner step daughter wh resides in this city. He arrived at Woolford at 8 o'clock the fol lowing evening. There he learned that Mrs. Meehan lived two miles from the village, and he decided to remain at the hotel for the night and meet his wife the next morning. On Thursday morn ing he started for the home of his wife before eating any breakfast, and walked there through the deep snow. By some means his step-daughter, a maiden of 31, whose name is Margaret Day, and who is the servant of a wealthy gentle man living near Woolford, heard of his arrival, and got a man named Thomp son to. take her to her mother's house. She was there when Meehan arrived.. He knocked at the door and Margaret opened it. When she saw who it was she said: " You can't come in here : this is my house, and then slammed the door in his face. Meehan says he was amazed at such treatment, as he could not imagine the cause. So he sat down on the steps ana cried. After Bitting there a few mo ments he again rapped at the door and asked his step-daughter if she would please give him a glass of water. The unfeeling girl replied to the entreaties of the poor old man, saying, "You will get no drink of water here ; go away, and go back where you came from." Meehan says it seemed as if there was a fascination that held him to the spot, and though he was thunder-struck with her unnatural treatment, he could not leave. Eighteen years ago he had paid the passage money which brought this step-daughter, her brother, and her uncle from the old country, and as he could not remember having ever given her any cause for such treatment, ha felt heartbroken. While he was indulg ing in such reveries the man Thompson, who had brought Margaret to the house, approached Meehan and said, " Come, I'll give you a ride back to the village in my sleigh. What is the use of your waiting here ?" Meehan says he then felt, as he could not see his wife and children, he did not want to live any longer, and said within himself, " I'm done. I'll never go back to New York alive." He then drew pocket knife and deliberately cut his threat. The blood flowed freely from the wound, ond he fell in the snow and ice from exhaustion, at the threshold of his step-daughter's house. Thompson, when he saw what the old man had done. approached and wound a handkerchie around his throat, nearly choking him to death. His wife eame out and cried bitterly, her cries attracting the atten tion of the neighbors, who began to gather. The old man was still lying in the snow and ice, and begging to be taken into the house. The neighbors standing near attempted to comply with his appeal, but the heartless Margaret Stood in tne aoor ana wouiu. nut uuw him to enter the house. Finally the people became indignant, and Meehan was taken into a farmer's house, where his wound was dressed by a doctor who had been summoned. Two of the farmers tried to induce him to consent to go to the hospital in the village, but he said as he could not see his wife and children he did not wish to remain in the town. He says that he wanted to come to Bellevue Hospital, where they knew him and would treat him kindly. As it was found he had severed a prominent artery in his neck, a wealthy gentleman volunteered to de fray his expenses, and take him to New York. Meehan, with Mr. Barker, left Woolford last Friday morning. Arriv ing in Bostonf Mr. Barker took the old man in a carnage to the New York de pot. He gave him his supper; after which, Meehan said he could go alone the rest of the way. He says when he arrived here, at 6 o'clock last Saturday morning, he was so weak he became be wildered, and knew nothing until he found himself in Bellevue. He charges that his step-daughter has influenced his wife to desert him, and sobbing bit- terly, said, " I'll never Bee my wife and children again; I don't want to get well." At this moment Warden Brennan en tered the cell and said, " How are you, Meehan?" Meehan God bless you, Warden ; I'm very weak. The poor old man then began to cry and the reporter left him. Warden Brennan says that Meehan dwells upon his troubles so much that at times ne is out of his head, and he is closely watched all the time. He cut his throat in a terrible manner, and it is probable that inflammation will set in and deprive him of life. New York Paper. How rr is Done. The man who an swered an advertisement to the follow ing effect says his curiosity is satisfied now: " If you would like to know how to make home happy, send a postage stamp and 25 cents to P. O. box No. , Cin cinnati." He did send the necessary cash, and soon received the answer: " If you are as big a fool as we think you must be for giving us your money, you can make home happy by leaving it and going West yourself." . And yet that man is not happy. The nailers' strike at Wheeling, West Va., has ended, after several months existence, and the nail mills of that oity have resumed operations.