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TVTTTT .T . A. - VESTIC3rT-A. J. The Leader -L VOL. XIX. CANAAN, CONN., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 6, 1889. NO. 20. are p&ta, papers vm not then b dlscontln- k mmwm at me opuon 01 ue puoiisner, A MINIATURE. Tes, lie was a seaman true, With his coat of British blue, And his buttons bright as gold ; And he worshipped at the shrine Of a great-great-aunt of mine, As became a sailor bold. And he pleaded not In rain, For she gave him love again ; And thought that through her life, Her strength and stay should be This hero of the sea, Who wooed her for his wife. But he bis grave is deep; The Baltic billows sweep And surge above his breast"; And she when gray sod old, In quiet English mould They laid her to her rest. O yea, a simple Ulo 4 For you who love of frail " ' And faulty vows to sing; And it happened long ago, But hearts were hearts, you trow, "When George the Third was king. Academy. THE SPAN OF GRAYS. The years of 1857-8 were the palmy days of the horse thief, says a writer in the Commercial Bulletin. In 1858 a general movement was made against the fraternity all over the country, breaking up and scattering organiza tions, and the beginning of the war finished the business. Except in the far West, the horse thief now acts in dependently and alone, and it is rare one gets safely off with his prize. During the two years I have named my father had a farm in Central Indi anaJ I was fifteen years old, and my health was so poor that I could do no work. Between 1853 and 1857 we lost six horses by thieves, not one of which was recovered. One day a sheriff who was on the trail of a thief visited our place and gave me some pointers, and he was no sooner gone than I began to plan and scheme. We had at that time seven good horses, and among them was a pan of grays which had taken a State fair premium. The sheriff said we would have to stable them in a bed room in the house to keep - them, and the impending peril set my wits to Work. "We had good barns and the best of locks, and we also had a couple of watch-dogs, but our horses had been stolen just the same. On the third day after the sheriff's visit a couple of strangers drove up in buggy. One of them came in and introduced himself as the agent of the and asked the privilege of inspecting the rods, which had been put on the horse barn the year before. He said they were his company's rods, but they did not seem to be properly fixed. This was one day in May, and the span of grays were in the stable. The strangers seemed honest and straight, but the sheriff had warned me to look out for all comers, and I therefore had my eyes open. He not only looked at the rods, but he inspected the stables and examined the doors and . looks. Several things occurred to satisfy me that he had come to spy out the situ ation, and after the pair had driven away I began preparations for a vis itor. There was what might be called a vestibule to the stables. As you opened the door there was a space of about nine by twelve feet before you reached the first stall. I got a piece of green hickory six feet long, and shaved it down to the size of an axe-handle. One end was pushed into a hole bored in a girt of the stable, and by means of a piece of clothesline I drew the other end back until the wood would stand no more. In front of this bow or sweep I rigged a cord running across the vestibule. It ran up to the partition, and then down to the end of the sweep, where I rigged a catch. When the trap was set the cord was about four feet inside the door and across the way to the stalls. The cord ran across knee high, and a moderate pressure against it pulled down the catch and let the bow spring back. This bow was arranged at a height of five feet from the floor, and after a few experiments I was satisfied that it would work all right. From the end of the bow, as it was bent back, ran a string over the henhouse to my cham ber window, two hundred feet away . I there fastened it to a bell, and a ring of the bell would mean that the bow Had been sprung, ine hired man slept near by, and both of us had fire arms. Four nights passed without an alarm. On the fifth night it " was dark and rainy, and I felt so sure that somebody would come that I did not undress Neither did the hired man. We sat reading, when at a quarter to twelve the bell suddenly rang. We seized our guns, ran down and woke father, and lighted the lantern, and in four or live minutes the three of us were at the barn. The stable door was wide open, and on the ground outside lay the body of a man. He had picked the lock and entered, and had struck the cord and Borumr the sweep. It had caught his ..throat, and he was as dead as a her ring. He was a man of about thirty, .well dressed, and had sixty dollars in bis wallet. From letters found on him, there was no doubt that he was one of MM tresis oz an orcanizeu ranx. sso one could identify the dead man, and, after an inquest, he was buried in the corner of the village graveyard. " The papers had a good deal to say about the adventure, aud of course gave away my invention. I must, therefore, have recourse to something else. ' I sent off to St. Louis for a bear trap, and. as soon as it arrived we planted it in front of the stable door. It was a monster trap, intended to hold anything which got its foot be tween the jaws, and we had to use levers to bear down the springs. Not one of our neighbors, nor one of the day workers on the farm, knew of the arrival of this trap, but all knew that the hickory spring had been done away with in the stable.- W pre tended to believe that the one lesson would keep the fellows' away for months to come. One day a man who had come along and hired to us to dig a ditch to drain a pond, made an excuse to visit the horse barn. I was asleep at the time ; but the hired man reported that his actions were suspicious. He probably wanted to see if any further pitfalls had been prepared, and he was doubtless grat ified when he found his way to the gray horses clear of danger. One of the jaws of the trap when set was toward the house. I fastened the bell string to this, and whenever the jaws sprang the bell would sound an alarm as before. The ditch-digger slept in a room on the other side of the house, and we did not set the trap un til he was in bed. On the third day after his inspection of the stables he announced that he must go to the vil lage in the evening to make some pur chases. We set the trap at nine o'clock, and at 10.30 the bell rang. We were wait ing for it, and were out in two -or three minutes. The bear-trap had its victim, and the victim was our ditch digger. He was caught bv the right leg, and such was the pain that he was almost crazy. He had unlocked one of the big padlocks on the door, and had a bunch of about fifty keys with with him. The sudden surprise and the pain broke . him down, and even before we got him out of the trap he confessed that he came to work for us with the sole idea of stealing the gray horses. He was sent to prison for three years. October had now come, and the long nights were the glory of the horse thief. There was an underground stable to the horse barn, and the doors of this were never locked, as we were not afraid of our cows beinsr taken. The only doors to the barn proper were a pair of big doors and the stable door. The big doors were so well fastened on the inside that no one could open them. All attempts had been made at the small door. I now figured that the next comer would enter the stable below and ascend to the horses above through one of the hay boxes running down for the cows. There was one empty stall, and this happened to contain the largest aper ture above. . Once up stairs, the thief could lead the horses from the stable to the main floor, and then out of the big doors. One ascending by the hay-box would pass under a beam out on the main floor. . To this beam I fastened two poles eight feet long in an upright po sition, aud six feet apart. I then sawed off a two-inch plank to the right length, bored a hole in either end and with the help of the hired man and a rope and pulley, hoisted it up, and slipped it over the poles. We ar ranged it to have a fall of "seven feet, and increased its weight by fastening a block of 6tone at either end. When drawn up by the weight and pulley we ran the rope through a ring in the floor, attached a wire, and ran this wire to a catch. A pressure of a pound on the wire released the catch and let the plank down with a smash. We were undisturbed for about four nveeks after the sentence of the bear- trap victim. Then a 6tranger, who said he was a drover from Cincinnati, called one day to look at some of our stock. We were stall-feeding three or four steers, and the drover was shown to the underground stable. I was watching all his movements, and I saw that he gave the empty stall and the big hay-box particular attention He had heard of our adventures, and when I said that we feared no danger except by the small door he had a twinkle in his eyes. On that night everything was in readiness; but it was five nights be fore the victim appeared. I had a string running from the plank to the bell in my chamber, but this alarm was not needed. The weather had been threatening all day, and at dark a driz zle set in. About eight o'clock in the evening something disturbed the hens, and the hired man went out to investi gate the trouble. He heard somebody calling from the barn, and we went out to discover that he had a prisoner under the plank. It was not the drover who called to see the fat steers, but a tough-looking fellow about twenty-five years of age who had got the pointer. He had come early so as to get a long start before daybreak, and under the idea that no trap would be set until our bedtime. The heavy weight had come down across his back, and he . had been so badly hurt that he could hardly move. When we removed him we sent for a doctor, and he was told that he could not live till morning. He asked us to send for a sheriff, and made a startling confession. He gave away the names and residences of a score of agents, told the officer where to find fifteen or twenty stolen horses, and made a com plete exposure of the whole business. Our horses, had he got them, were to have been sent to New York or Bos ton. He died about five o'clock next morning. A DEIED-APPLE SYNDICATE Rochester Capitalists .Whom This Year's Poor Apple Crop Will Enrich. Among the happiest persons in west ern New York this fall are three or four Rochester capitalists. Last year the apple crop of western and central New York was enormous, and apple growing is the chief pursuit of a large proportion of the farmers of Wayne, Wyoming, Monroe, Orleans, Cattarau gus, and Chautauqua counties. The crop was so large last year that farm ers could not secure barrels enough to pack it in. When they had flooded the home and foreign markets with their products at a low .price they were glad to dispose of thousands and thousands of bushels to the numerous fruit evapo rating companies of western New York for ten cents a bushel. . This great stock of choice fruit set not less than 400 of these establishments going. There , were 150 in Wayne county alone. This season the apple crop is not only practically a failure as to quantity, but the quality is very poor. The demand for apples has been large, and the farmers have been able to sell their stock, inferior as it is in general, for 50 cents a bushel. The conse quence has been that the evaporating companies have been unable to obtain fruit for their purposes, and not more than fifty" out of the hundreds that were in operation last year will be able to keep going. It is estimated that where twenty tons of apples were evaporated last year not more than one will be this season. . . The immense quantity of apples that were dried last season caused an over stocked market, and it occurred to the Rochester capitalists referred to that it might be a profitable speculation to buy up all the stock of the evaporat ing companies and hold them for fu ture use. They succeeded in doing this effectually, their purchases of dried apples amounting to tens of thousands of tons, for which they paid $100,000, a very low figure. They placed this immense stock of dried apples in cold storage and awaited developments. The dried apple market is now, about exhausted, and there will be compara tively nothing from this year's supply of the New York evaporating compan ies to draw from. The consequence is that the Rochester dried apple syndi cate will be able to have a great deal to say about what the price of dried apples shall be this season, and expect to clear a good deal more than , double the amount of their investment. Its Mother Was in the Baggage Car. It was on a Pennsylvania Railroad train, coming north from Washington. All the passengers but two in the sleep er had dozed off. Tlie exceptions were a young man and a baby. The former was willing to follow the ex ample of the majority, but the latter objected in a loud voice. Its cries awoke the other passengers, and some pretty strong language was heard. The young man got out of his berth and carried the baby up and down the car, trying to soothe it. But the baby was ailing and fretful, and its voice would not be stilled. Finally a gray-headed man, who was evidently an old travel ler, stuck his head out from behind the curtains and called to the young man in a rather sharp voice : "See here, sir, why don't you take that child to its mother. Sh? will be able to manage it much better than you. It evidently wants its mother." "Yes, that's it," echoed half a dozen other irritated passengers. The young man continued to pace up and down for a moment, then said in a quiet, strained voice : "Its mother is in the baggage car." There was an instantaneous hush for a moment. Presently the gray-headed man stuck his head out into' the aisle again. "Let me take it for awhile," he 6aid, 6oftly, "perhaps I can quiet it." He Had One. "Did you ever have a painter in your employ who was a hustler?" was asked of the head of a house painting firm the other day. "I had one once who hustled for a few minutes that I know of," was the reply after deep thought. "What was the cause?" "He was painting a cornice on a house on Winder street when he struck a nest of 400 hornets. I was looking at him. He hustled. He did more hustling in five minutes than all the rest of my gang combined." "But after the five minutes?" "Oh, he fell back into the old way,' of course." LARRY THE BUGLER. HE SOUNDS REVEILLK FOR BED HOOK POINT. The Neighborhood Eise and Betire by His Bugle. A New Yorker who was picking his way carefully in the pelting rain last Monday night through the crowded tenement district at Red Hook Point, near the Atlantic Docks, in South Brooklyn, heard the shrill music of a bugle ring out suddenly at exactly 9 o'clock by the watch. The music echoed sharply for blocks around, 'and brought the New Yorker to a stand still at the junction of Sullivan and Conover streets. Right off are the big wharves by the river side. Right in front of him were two big rows of tenements that shelter, so the neighbors say, nearly 400 tenants. In every window a light twinkled brightly, making the building stand out con spicuous against the black background of the stormy sky. A dozen of the big cluster of lights went out together a few minutes after the bugle sounded, and then one after another the others went out abruptly until the whole row of buildings was left in darkness. The lights in other buildings around about went out simil?rly, leaving the New Yorker standing awhile mystified. He walked into a liquor store at the comer and sought enlightenment. "What's the matter with all the lights?" he asked. "Nothin'," was the reply; "Larry's sounded 'taps,' that's all." "Who's Larry?" The bartender's eyes opened wide with astonishment, and he stared at the stranger full half a minute before be found his voice again. "Well, I'll be blowedl" he blurted out. "Don't know 'Larry', heigh? Your education has been neglected. You'd better go up the street right off aud make his ac quaintance. 'Larry's' a character, he is." Three doors up the block at 137 Con over street stood a three-story brick building, with an eating saloon on the ground floor. Plants in pots bloomed in the windows on either side the open door. From the sidewalk the New Yorker saw three dogs and two green parrots playing at a table, at which sat a slim, wiry built man, with light curly hair and moustache, who was busy polishing a cavalry bugle. He looked about forty years old. His wife was bustling about the kitchen, cooking steaks at the stove for some stevedores who had come in to get a late meal. "Am I Larry?" the man said in t. hearty way in answer to a question. "Yes, I'm Larry, and I'm the fellow that blew the bugle call and put out the lights. Have to do it every night. If I didn't all the women in the neigh borhood would come in here and give me a good licking. They have done it before this, too." The curly-haired man was Lawrence Grob, a veteran of the rebellion. He is 45 years old, and almost every day for the last nine years he has blown his brass bugle every night at 9 o'clock sharply, rain or shine, and again every morning at exactly 6 o'clock. He has long borne the nickname of "the town clock of Red Hook Point." The working people who swarm in the ten ements around the eating saloon get up to breakfast to the morning music, and tumble into bed at night at taps with the regularity of soldiers in camp. Larry Grob is a son of the late Dr. Martin Grob, who used to preach for years in Essex street, in this city, and the bugle that has been called his "clock" is one that he carried when he served on the frontier under "Buffalo Bill" Cody in the First United States Cavalry. He has still another bugle, that is bigger, and decked all out with red silk tassels, that he got when he enlisted in the Sixth Corps, under Gen. Sedgwick, on April 21, 1861. He left the service after fifteen years, but kept up the practice of sounding "reveille" and "taps" when he opened an eating saloon. Ever since he moved to Conover street, nearly ten years ago, the tenement dwellers have been able to dispense with timepieces at their homes, and have trusted to the music of the bugle to keep them posted on the time for retiring and rising. In clear weather Larry sounds the call from the roof top of the house, and the bugler at Governor's Island sends back an answering call. The echo of the answer can be faintly heard on calm nights by the tenement dwellers. A fortnight ago Bugler Grob was taken sick and was unable to blow the usual reveille. When he got out again the wife of one of the workingmen in the Sullivan street row boxed Ids eai's in the grocery store. "She here," she cried impetuously, "you didn't blow that bugle the other day, aud my man overslept himself and lost a day's work by bein' two hours late at the steamer." Bugler Grob is not the only one in the eating house that can blow a bugle musically. A tall, flaxen-haired maid en, with big, blue eyes aud perfectly sound lungs in her trim body, gives the reveille and taps just as sonorously as he. She is Emile Grob, the 16-year-old daughter of the army bugler, and a pet of the Grand Army men. For several years, when her father's Grand Army post marched to Farragut's grave on Decoration Day, Emile decked in a handsome sailor suit and carrying a bugle was dragged in triumph in a military wagon at the head of the pro cession, and blew the impressive notes of "taps" over the famous Admiral's grave. Every day at noon for years she made the air ring with a bugle call that summoned the workers on the docks to their midday meal at Grob's inn. Nowadays, however, Emile has given dp bugle playing and has her thoughts on more romantic things. "I want to get married, mamma," she 6aid, and tossed the brass instru ment aside for good. So Larry now blows the call for dinner himself, and Emile is working to lay up something for that happy day she is dreaming of. Larry has an American flag 36 feet long that covers the entire front of his house when it is hung from the roof. That flag, he says, will float proudly from the flagstaff on the roof when Emile wins a husband. 1,000,000 POSTAGE STAMP MYTH. Origin of an Idea That Has Bothered Many Hundreds of Good People. Now and then some one announces himself as the victim of the one-million postage stamp hoax. It is firmly be lieved that if 1,000,000 stamps are col lected and forwarded to some one, a bed will be provided for an invalid boy in some hospital, or a home for an orphan. Christian churches have been the special victims, and there is hardly one in England, the United States, Australia, India, or in any other country, that has not had several members begging, borrowing and even stealing postage stamps in order to make up the million that will go to clothe and feed some orphan. This swindle originated in the fertile brain of a postage-Btamp collector at Stettin, Germany. He desired to get vast collections to sort out and sell again, and hit upon a plan to set the whole civilized world to go to work for him free of charge. He preyed on the sympathies of people by announcing "that an orphan would be cared for in the Syrian Orphan Home" for every 1,000,000 stamps sent to him. This worked we.ll ; and the next dodge was the starting of a mythical v mission in China, the Holy Sisters of which agreed, for every million of stamps sent them, to save from the jaws of the crocodiles of the Yellow River at least one Chinese baby, and then edu cate and christianize it. The stamps were to be sent, not to Jerusalem or China, but to Munich or Stettin. The last claim on the sympa thy of the world that has been made by this German is that for 1,000,000 stamps a home for an old lady or an old gentleman will be provided in one of three homes one in London,another in' New York, and the third in Cincin nati. For 500,000 stamps a bed will be endowed in a hospital, and for 100,000 a home will be found for an orphan for one year. There are agen cies in various cities to forward stamps to Stettin. It is estimated that this swindler has collected over 100,000,000 stamps in the United States alone, and that these were worth from $500,000 to three times that amount. Oriental Justice. Dr. Henry M. Scudder relates a case of Oriental justice that could hard ly be outdone for sharp and subtle discriminations. Four men, partners in business, bought some cotton bales. That the rats might not destroy the cotton, they purchased a cat. They agreed that each of the four should own a particular leg of the cat ; and each adorned with beads and other ornaments the leg thus apportioned to him. The cat, by an accident, injured one of its legs. The owner of that member wound about it a rag soaked in oil. The cat, going too near the fire, set the rag on fire, and, being in great pain, rushed in among the cotton bales where she was accustomed to hunt rats. The cotton thereby took fire and was burned. , It was a total loss. The three other partners brought an action to recover the value of the cotton against the fourth partner who owned the particular leg of the cat. The judge examined the case and de cided thus: "The leg that had the oil rag on it was hurt ; the cat could not use that leg in fact, it held up that leg and ran with the other three legs. The three unhurt legs therefore car ried the fire to the cotton, and are alone culpable. The injured leg is not to be blamed. The three partners who owned the three legs with which the cat ran to the cotton will pay the whole value of the bales to the partner who was the proprietor of the injured leg." An Opportunity to be Useful. "Awl Miss Eastman, I don't catch the idea. Er what are you trying to paint." "I am trying to paint a calf in the foreground here. But a model is necessary, I fear. Would you mind posing ?"-Time. STEALING INVENTIONS. PRODUCTS OP OTHERS BRAINS RUTHLESSLY APPROPRIATED. And the Men to Whom Credit is Due Are Doomed to Suffer. When Charles Goodyear, the great New Haven inventor, was plunged into what for most men would have been despair but what was not such for him, in view of his abiding Chris tian faith by the attacks of the bene ficiaries made rich with his patents, who begrudged him even the small royalty which would soon die out with his patent, he wrote as follows: "Inventors are the children of mis fortune and want. Probably no class of the community receive a smaller compensation for their labors than do inventors. Their hard fortune often calls forth the expression of pity and compassion from the public, while, at the same time, there are too many ever ready to encroach upon their inven tions without their knowledge or con sent. However valuable or important an improvement may be, it seldom happens that the right owners are benefited by it." This "encroachment" upon the in ventions of others, as Goodyear milcjly put it, took a virulent form in his case. Two years before the expiration of his patent, he sought its renewal. His inventions had enriched capitalists who had put novel goods upon the market and had been enabled to develop an industry, which, at the time James Parton wrote his life of Goodyear had reached the annual proportions of $8,000,000. Upon his inventions Goodyear was getting only a mall royalty. As soon as his application for a renewal of his patent was made, the wealthy cormorants who had been amassing fortunes from his brains began bitter assaults upon him for the virtual purpose of stealing, by so called lawful methods of procedure, the life-work of the inventor. The air was filled with tales of the enormous revenue Goodyear had re ceived in the way of royalty. When his impecunious condition was pointed out, it was charged against him that it was his own fault, because of his "reckless and extravagant habits." Vituperation' and insults were1 heaped on the man in order to "break him." James T. Brady showed up the nature of these assaults and their mendacious character before Congress. It was not the fault of his assailants that they did not get away with all the fruits of Goodyear's inventions. When he died his estate was $200,000 in debt. There are those who do not hesitate to say that the famous George Stephen son "appropriated" "the ideas of Richard Trevethick for his "traveling engine" Stephenson's first term for the locomotive the "Blucher." Trevethick was a captain in a Cornish tin mine, a brilliant man of whom Samuel Smiles in his "Life of George Stephenson" says: "With half the cleverness and double the application, he might have successfully worked out the problem of the railway loco motive and kept ahead of all competi tors." He got out his patent for a "steam carriage" a four-wheeled coach run by steam boiler and furnace box attached to the rear axle March 25, 1802. The bellows to quicken combustion were worked off the rear axle crank. This was the first high pressure engine constructed on the principle of moving the piston by the elasticity of steam against the pres sure only of the atmosphere, the great novel feature of the invention being that the piston not only was raised, but also depressed. The point j:o be borne in mind is that of Trevethick in this engine car ried the steam blast into the chimney. This engine was the famous "Black Billy," which was seen by a clergy man one evening who ran rapidly away, exclaiming that he had seen "a terrible deevil on the High Bridge road." The value of the steam blast in the chimney, which Trevethick used only incidentally to "get rid of a nuis ance," was not "properly understood," as Smiles puts it, "until Stephenson il lustrated its importance, being, in fact, the very lifeblood of the locomo tive engine." This statement of Smiles has an im portant bearing on the present sub ject, for it has been charged that Stephenson studied Trevethick's engine on the sly and "appropriated" the idea of carrying the steam blasts into the "chimney," or smokestack. It seems a matter of wonder in those days when Keeley keeps his motor in the innermost sanctum of secrecy and "Professor" Freund throws the air of intense mystery around his electric sugar swindle both having gained a strong point over investors under the pretense that secrecy is necessary in order to prevent the stealing of their ideas by others that Stephenson should have had every opportunity to inspect the Trevethick engine at leis ure. Yet such was the case. Blacklett of Wylam, a place near Kill ingworth, where Stephenson was at work, made an improved Trevethick engine, using smooth wheels instead of those with protuberances, deemed necessary by Trevethick for friction, thus "paving the way for Stephenson," as Smiles puts it. Stephenson used to walk over to Wylam nearly every day to inspect the Trevethick engine, and there it was, after seeing it, that Ste phenson exclaimed that he "could make a better engine than that." His "Blucher," onfirst trial at Killing worth July 25, 1814, proved of doubt ful value because of the even balance presented by it between economy of horse and steam power. Then he took up Trevethick's use of the steam blast in the smokestack, and, as Smiles says, "thus doubled the power of his en gine." He had solved the problem. Trevethick allowed 'his patent to expire, and Stephenson "appropriated" the glory and sequence. The struggle between Bessemer and Kelley as to priority of invention of the patent steel-making process asso ciated with the name of the former is well known. Before Bessemer's time a patent had been taken out for the use of spiegeleisen in steel manufac ture, but the patentee did not have the necessary 50 to pay for the renewal of his patent, and this left the field clear for Bessemer. And although Kelly was successful in his litigation on the ground that Bessemei did not have sole rights, he is never mentioned in connection with this process of. man ufacture so beneficial to transportation interests. The contests between Jackson and Morton, with mutual recriminations on the part of themselves or their re spective adherents, as to priority of the discovery of the use of anaesthetics in surgery, is still fresh in the public mind. Yet Rev. B. K. Pierce, in his "Trials of an Inventor" (Goodyear) gives the credit to Dr. Wells of Hart ford, who applied the discovery to dentistry, and the claims of Wells appear to rest on "independent dis covery." FEATHERED ARCHITECTS. Wonderful Homes Some Birds Build for Themselves. Among the curiosities of nature there are none better worthy of study than the nests of birds. The skill dis played by these little architects is sim ply wonderful, and one is lost in wonder at the knowledge, patience and perseverance of these ... feathered builders. Especially is this the case of pensile birds, that suspend their habitations on branches, sometimes even hanging them over the water. The weaver bird, which embraces several varieties, is one of the most ingenious of the pensile birds. It generally hangs its nest on a twig over the water, and so low down that if a monkey attempts to steal the eggs, which it is apt to do, the twig bends with its weight, and a cold bath is the consequence. The mahali weaver bird of South Africa is a very small bird with an ambition to live in a very large house, and industry enough to build it itself. The shape of the nest is similar to an oil flask, but, of course, greatly magnified in dimensions, and very rough on the outside. The sociable weaver birds unite their efforts and make a kind of a thatched roof, under which, or rather in which they build their nests. Some times this structure is ten feet square Each nest is shut out from every other, although all are under the same roof, and while the whole com munity join in building the roof, each pair builds its own nest. The com mencement is interwoven with the branches of the trees, the whole struc ture being very neat and compact. The palm swift of Jamaca, so called from its rpid flight, builds a curi ous nest which hangs to a 6pathe of the cocoanut palm. The exterior is of cotton and the interior of feathers, the walls being very strong and com pact. Sometimes it builds several nests and glues them together, leaving ah opening between them like a gallery. The lanceolate honey-eater builds a nest in the shape of a hammock, and suspends it by the ends to a small twig. It is made of grass and wool mixed with the down of certain flowers. This nest is very deep and comfortable and may probably have suggested to man the hammock. The tailor bird, which is a native of India, is quite expert in sewing. It makes a long nest of leaves, which it sews together with the fibre of a plant, first piercing holes in them with its beak. In the hollow formed it depos its a quantity of cotton, thus preparing a soft, warm nest for its young. Fooled the Grocer. A schoolboy in England hit upon a novel method of obtaining the answer to an arithmetical problem. He dropped into a grocer's 6hop on his way to school, and said he wanted certain commodities at certain prices. After exhausting his list, he said: "Now, if I give you half a sovereign, what change shall I get back?." The grocer told him, whereupon he thanked the shopman and turned to go. "Wait for the things," called the grocer; and his disgust can be imagined when the ingenious urchin told him he was too late for school, and, as he hadn't learned his arithmetic lesson, he had adopted that method of getting the sum worked for him. HIS SWEETHEART BEFORE HIM. She sits before the harpsichord, Her fingers straying o'er the keys, Sure pleasant food her thoughts afford, Perchance bcr heart is over seas. "Oh, come from the dreamland's misty hat, Aud give a word, a smile to me P I pray in spirit as I gaze Upon my cousin Dorothy. Sir Joshua and all his ilk Had gladly paluted such a face, . And dainty figure, robed in silk Ablaze with jewels, soft with lace; Would that time's wheel were backward tifrned A century or so, and we The lesson of to-day unlearned Our (treat grandparents, Dorothy I A measure we to tread would choosey Like squire and dame in ancient tak I, in my zg and buckled shoes, And you in ruff and farthingale : And would I, as I touched your hand, Look down into your eyes to see, A light I only could command, . And know you were my Dorothy? Alack, that hour can never be I It only dreams in fancy's day, For even while she smiles ou me, I know her mind is far away. ' Eat as I watch her there apart, In dreams, alas ! not ''fancy free," I know that I have- lost my heart To my sweet cousin Dorothy. May Lennox. WIT AND HUMOR. Tip your hat to a lady and you give her straight tip on the quality of your manners. New Orleans Picayune. Man doesn't know all. The unassum ing porcupine can give the smartest , man on earth many points. Terre Haute Express. . ""i. -1 Joues "Why do you borrow trouble so?" Bones "Well to tell the truth that's the only thing I can get credit for." Boston Post. Being asked the name of the world's greatest composer, a smart university , young man said: "Chloroform." . Philadelphia Record. To marry and settle down is no longer au fait; it's more the fashion -. to marry that you may settle up! Shoe and Leather Reporter. There's one peculiar thing about a horse race. You can pick the winners right along until you conclude to put up your money. Washington Capital. Squeers "I want a name for my horse. What can you suggest?" Nickleby "Call him Money." "Why?" "Goes fast." New York Sun. Professor of journalism "Mr. Smith, how would you answer an un answerable argument in an opposition paper?" Student "Call it a 'yawp.' " Cornel Sun. Tight collars are said to be (he cause of near-sightedness. It is well to re member, however, that tight callers are frequently able to see double. Boston Transcript. All our plans don't get worked out the way we expect they will In this world, and it is mighty lucky for us, too, that a good many of them don't. Somerville Journal. First tramp "Down with whiskey is what I say. Don't you say so, pard uer?" Second tramp 'Tve alius set my face agin it whenever I had the chance." Terra Haute Express. "The Prince of Wales is s very brave man. He is said to be afraid of but one thing." "What's that?" "That he'll die before his mother." "Franky, I hear you have been just as bad as you could be, to-Uay. Ma ma is so sorry I" "Well, you needn't be, Mama. I could have been a great deal worse." "I would shed my last drop of blood, for the nation!" cried the candidate for honors. f "You bet you would for the noml nation," was the sarcastic reply. Gotham School Teacher What is the largest city in Pennsylvania? Class Pennsylvania. School Teacher Correct. For what is Philadelphia noted? Little Girl (promptly) Spring chick- ens an' butter. "Are you an electrician, sir? "I am." "How strong a current would be re quired to destroy human lifer "I said I was an electrician, sir; not a hobby-rider. How large is a house?" Uncle Si Low (watching pile-driv ers at work on a West Street found. tion) Waal, I swowl Tve heerd about your buryin' the wires, but this do beat all. Idler. What's this got to do with it? Uncle Si. Why, when you git them telegraph poles druv into the ground. how do the men git down to string the wires? New Yorker (to visiting Chicagoan) No, sir; I don't believe there're a dozen active Anarchists in the city. We're pretty safe from dynamite, any wav. Chicagoan (as a terrific explosion is heard) Hello! what's that? New Yorker (serenely) Oh. that may be a sewer blowing up in Broad way ; or cellar blasting in Fifth Ave nue ; or an explosion in a steam-heating sub-way. One or the other hap- . pens every few days ; but there are seldom more than two or three per sons killed. I tell you this if a safe town to live in. , .