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Tho thought of death is like a haunting sense Of undiscovered worlds; to some it seems Like a sweet-future land of lingering dreams ^ ; • Within the bosom of omnipotence; And yet to others it is darkness whence No radiant hope or promise ever gleams, A long, untroubled night whose calm re deems A life of mournftd passion sfhd pretence. I that have sought like other men to look Beyond tfie brief and circumscribing years Which round our being and vaguely yearning mind. Think of my death as ofan open book Wherein the secret of the soul appears, And all that we have wondered is divined. —Q. E. Montgomery. BEAUTY* RULES. From "Lady - Beauty," in London Societyr. * "Rule One.—A woman's power in the Vo rid is measured by her power to please. Whatever she niay wish to ac complish she will best manage it by pleasing, A woman's grand social aim should be to please, "And let me tell you how that is to be done," Sophia said, putting her paper down for a moment. A woman can please the eye by her appearance, her dress, her face and her figure. She can please the ear by studying the art of graceful elocution, not hard to any of ns, for by nature we speak with finer artic ulation than you. She can please the mind by cultivating her own—so far, at least as to make her a good listener; and as much further as she will she can please the fancy by ladies' wit, of which all of us have a share. She can please the heart by amiability. See here," she continued, growing graver, "you have the key of my system. Beauty of person is only one feature of true beauty. Run over these qualities. See how small a part personal beauty or the freshness of youth plays here. I want you to observe this; for my art would consist not in making women attractive who are openly pretty and young, but in showing them that youth and prettiness, though articles of beauty, are neither the only nor the indispensable articles." "Rule Two.—Modesty is the ground on which all a woman's charms appear to the best advantage. In manners, dress, conversation, remember always that modesty must never he forgotten." "Hardly likely to be," I murmured. "Is it?" "I'nderstand me," answered Sophia briskly. ''1 mean modesty in a very ex tended sense. There is now-a-days ä ten dency in women to rebel against old fashioned modesty. The doctrine of liberty is spreading among us, for which I thank God," Sophia said (she was the oddest little mixture of tory and whig and radical ever compounded on this eccentric earth.) "But the first effects of that doctrine on our minds are a little confusing. We are growing more inde pendent and more individual. Some of us fancy that to be modest is to he old fashioned and o.' course we want the newest fashion in all things. I maintain," said Sophia, growing a little warm, as if she fancied I might argue back—"I maintain that a modest woman is the reply of my sex to a brave man—you can no more have a true woman without modesty than a true man without cour age. But remember, I use the Word modesty in a high sense." "Just*what 1 was goiin; to ask," I said, "Not prudery," sheaaded. "Prudery is to modesty what brag is to bravery. Pruderv is on the surface; modesty is in the soul. Rosalind in her hoy's suit is delightfully modest, hut not,''.Sophia said with a twinkle of her eye—"not very prudish, is she?" I assented, and thus made way for— '.'Rule Three.—Always dress up to your age or a little beyond it. Let your person he the youngest thing about you, iiot the oldest/' "Rule Four.—Remember that what women admire in themselves is seldom what men admire in them." "In nine drawing-rooms out of ten," Sophia said, seeing me give a look of inquiry as she read this article, "Miranda or Cordelia, as novel heroines, would he voted bores. Women would say, 'we utterly decline to accept these watery girls as typical of us; we want smartness and life.' I don't really care much for Mi randa on Cordelia myself. Now this seems to me to c oition us against trust ing too implicitly or too far our own no tions about ourselves. Another source of misunderstanding comes from the novel-writer's. We are the novel-read ers, and the novelist is forced to write heroines to suit our taste. He does not want to offend us. Thus it comes about that even the male novelist is too often only depicting women's women, after all. And I believe scores of modern girls are seriously misled for this very reason. They believe they are finding out what men think of them, when in truth they are reading their own notions landed back to them under a pretty disguise. "Rule Five.—Women's beauties are acldoin men's beauties. "Which," she remarked, "is another form of wliat 1 said just now, only here I speak of personal beauty. My obser vation is, that if ten men and ten wo men were to go into the same company, and each sex choose the prettiest wo men there, as they thought, you would rarelv find that they choose the same If tins be so, we ought not to trust our selves even as to our fa es without con-' Ridering that the sex we are to please must in the end settle the question, and will settle the question in its own way. "Rule Six.—Gayety tempered by seriousness is the happiest manner in society. "By which I mean," Sophia said, look ing at me with knitted brows, as if she were about to explain some matter not altogether clear to herself "that in all our gayety there ought to be a hint of self-recollection. l>o you understand me?" "Not quite," I said. "This I knew certainly'" she replied; "the most agreeable women 1 nave met with—and I think the most regarded— have been women of rank, who have been trained with a due regard for religion. Their worldly educa tion had made them mindful of grace and liveliness; their religious education kept these qualities under a particular sortof control, which is perceptibly dif ferent from were good breeding. It ucems to mu that vivacity and sprightli ness are greatly enhanced by a vein of seriousness. Certainly nr woman ought to be a mocker. "Next," she continued, seeing I did not speak, "comes— "Rule Seven.—Always speak low. "I wonder why 1 pul that down. It is so obvious. Jn support of it i only quote Î rotir Shakespeare, who calls it an excel ent thing in a woman.' "iiule bight.-- A puun woman can nev er be pretty! 81 ic iaii always be fascin ating if she takes pains. "I well remember, what Sophia said after reading this, to me, rather ques tionable assertion, "a man who was a great admirer of our sex telling me that one of the most fascinating women he had ever known was not only not pretty but was in her face decidedly plain— ug ly^ only the word is rude. Iasked my friend "how then did she fascinate? 5 ' I well nw'ember his reply. "Her fig ure," sai" tie, "was neat, lier dressing was faultless, her every movement was graceful, lier conversation was clevei and animated, and she always tried to E lease. It was not I alone who called er fascinating; she was one of the most acceptable women in society I ever knew, 8he married brilliantly,,and her 1 husband, a barrister in large practice, was devoted to her—more tlian if she Lad been a queen of beauties." "Now here." Sophia continued, re suming her own discourse—"here was a lady w ho, excepting a fairly neat figure, I haa not a single natural gift of appearance. * Is not this worth our thinking about— those of us women who care to please and are not beauties born? "Rule Nine—Every year a woman lives the more pains she should take with her dress. _"Ibe dress of us .elderly dames," sopnia saia, laugnmg, "ougnr to Demure of a science than it is. How often one hears a woman of fifty say, *0. my dress ing days are past!* When," aads Sophia, "if she thought about it, they hate only well begun. At least, the time has come when dress is more to her than ever. Remember, from forty to sixty-five is a quarter of a century—the thirdgof a long life. It is a period through which a ma jority of grown-up people pass. And yet how little pains women take—how. little thought beforehand—to be charm inn then! "And now," she went on, seeing I did not speak, "here comes my last rule— as yet: • Rule Ten.—In all things let a woman ask what will please the men of sense before she asks wliat will please the men of fashion. 'I by no means intend," she added, "that a woman is not to have regard to the opinion of men of fashion, only she should not give it the first place. Bhe will carry the men of fashion sooner by methods that please the men of sense than by methods that please men of fashion. And besides, listen to the men of fashion. They al wavs praise a woman for things which begin to perish at twenty-five. Even the old man of seventy will talk of 'a fine girl—deucedly fine •figure 1"' wish I could have idea of Sophia's slightly wicked mimicry at this passage.) "And they will call a woman rather on the decline, when, if slie is on the decline, where and what are they? You see if a woman lives for (lie commendation of men of fashion, she will, if pretty, piquant, or what not, have a reign of ten years. But if she re members that she has charms of mind and character and taste, as well as charms of figuré and complexion, the men of sense will follow her for half a century; and in the long run the men of fashion will be led by the men of sense "And there," Sophia cried merrily, throwing the paper down on the rug be side her—"there are my rules for re forming our little world of women!" How to Prepare Food For Babies. There are numerous kinds of of food in the market, prepared and sold for the use of little children. Some of them no doubt are very ' good, and others far from fair. The question of what to feed a baby, deprived of its natural food, is often hard to decide. If good, pure cow's milk is chosen, there are several additions which may be made to the di et which will often prove advantageous. Barley and oatmeal are considered by many especially desirable for infant food,containing as they do the necessary elements of nutrition, and at the same time being easily digested. The barley is used in the form of barley water. Crush some pearly barley and boil a teaspoonful in a gill of water for fifteen minutes. Strain through a linen cloth. This is taken as a drink in place of wa ter, or sweetened and added to lioiled milk, according to the age of the child. Oatmeal gruel is prepared in the same way and used with the milk. The form er must be chosen when there is any tendency to looseness of the bowels Beef tea is often resorted to when children have been ill. or do dot seem to be properly nourished. It can be made in two ways. The essence of beef, which is very strong, andean only be used for babies by diluting it ; is made without water. Cut lean beef into small strips, taking out all particles of fat. Put this into a glass fruit jar, or a wide mouthed bottle, and set it in a kettle of cold water. It is well to put a cloth or something under the bottle to prevent . its cracking. This should boil SÊViyal hours juntil the juice is extracted from the meat. Season with salt, dilute with two or three parts of water and gin, a teaspoonfal at a time. Another way is to cut the meat fine, and to every pound of meat use one pint of cold water. Cut up the meat on a dish, not on board, as the latter absorbs the juices wasteful!}'. Have the proper soup basin or bowl, and as you cut up the meat, sprinkle it moderately with salt, and throw it into the cold water. There let it remain for two hours; then put it all into a saucepan and set on the fire. Watch carefully the first rising, and skim and secure this; it is the very es sence of the beef being thrown out. Put it in a clean bowl and let the beef go on boiling ten minutes, no longer, then pour it through a sieve to the first skiin mings. Stir it before using. A Marriage in Montreal. Miss Marie Schnaider, the daughter of a wealthy merchant, left her home in St. Louis recently on a visit to Montreal, Canada, and when she returned it was with Arthur H. Merrill a captive. The wedding of the young couple, which oc curred last week, was an event of social importance. In describing the churcl of the Holy Angels, where they were married, a reporter says: "The prin cipal altar was ablaze with its tall office and branching vesper lights, as well as the altars on either side. Above the heads of the Savior and Madonna were suspended crowns of living fire. All three of the altars were covered with pots of flowers and plants, and especially a profusion of roses in this month of roses. Tall annunciation lilies nodded above massive lazzas of delicate pink hydrangeas and broad-leaved tropic plants, while two beautiful angels with wings outspread knelt at either end. The whole of the sanctuary was banked with flowers, palms and other plants, in front of the altar were erected two arches of evergreens studded with ros es, and in the center, on a table covered with fine linen and lace, was a very large cushion of white carnations with the words 'God bless yon,' outlined in crimson geraniums, and the whole encir cled by Maréchal Neil roses. The bride wore a gown of pearl-white silk, with no trimming except long sprays of orange blossoms. The bridesmaids were attired similarly. The Latest Census Returns. The census bureau has published a bulletin showing the number of farms in the United States at the end of every decennial period since 1850 as follows: In 1850, 1,449,073, in 1860. 2.034.077- in 1870, 2,659^85; in 1880, 4,008,907. Rale of increase since 1870, 51 per cent. The states which contain most farms are Illi wuim, an«, iiii.i^tin« in tue Jllllll* her of farms has been greatest in the western states and territories, as follows: Dakota, from l,720jto 17,435, or 914 per cent. Nebraska, from 12,301 to 63,387, or 415 f»er cent.; Idaho, from 414 tol, 885, or 355 per cent.; Arizona, from 172 to 767, or 346 per cent.; Colorado, from 1,738 to 4,506, or 159 per cent.; Kansas, from 38,202 to 138,591, or 263 per cent. There has also been a large increase in the number of farms in the southern states as follows: Alabama, 102 per cent.; Arkansas 91 per cent.; Florida, 129 per cent.; Georgia, 98 per cent.: Louisiana, 70 per cent.: Mississip- pi, 50 per cent.; South Carolina, 81 per cent.; and Texas, 185 per cent. ----- ^ t ■ The New York Tribune dishes up the following toothsome item for the post prandial delectation of the Rutgers col lege alumni: A couple of New Bruns wick negroes, holding upon their knees an enormous bowl of lobster salad, which had been prepared to tickle the palates of the Rutgers college alumni, were liding last week toward the place where it was to be delivered, when the wagon gave a sudden lurch. Both lost their balance, and one of them fell over the wheel into the road, whither he was promptly followed by tne salad. It was a comparatively easy matter to gather It up into the bowl again, and the Rutgers alumni are none the .wiser. Judge"!James Garland, who retires next New Year's day as judge of the su preme court of Virginia, celebrated liis ninetv-first birthday last Friday at Lynchburg. He is now blind, and his daughter's eyes are used instead of his own, but be has as full possession of his mental faculties as when be was a dis tinguished member of congress, during Gen Jackson's admmstration. The Fifth Congressional district demo cratic convention unanimously nominated ex-Gov. J. W. Throckmorton, EARM AND HOUSE. Brief Dines for Farmers. The present commissioner of agricul ture is "a worse failure," the Province Press thinks, than any of his predeces sors. After the dearth of last winter it is hardly necessary to invoke the farmer to save all the hay, fodder, straw, millet, etc., and whatever may prove service able to /the sustenation of live stock. Save yafor hay when the sun shines, though you cut it between the showers. Hundreds of farmers in Pennsylvania have turned their-attention lo fish cul ture. Many have stocked ponds and streams, and in most cases they have been successful, especially with carp, and in a few years they will depend on fish for a subsistence as much as upon any other farm product. The current number of the Popular Science Monthly contains some new facts in relation to the matter. They are of special interest. One is that the eggs, even of animals which impress us most unpleasantly, have their value as food, ana seem to be eapable of inspiring a relish in the palates of those wno have learned to eat them. The eggs of the terrapin and of several species of the tortoise are excellent for eating, nutri tious and agreeable to the taste; and those of the green turtle are held in great esteem wherever they are found. Nature is a free and copious bestower. Every tree and plant yields manifold more than is absolutely required for its continuation of existence, and the large surplus goes to good cultivators. À sheet of cotton cloth is a great pro tection to horses, screening them from flies, dust, and heat, while working in the harvest field. Especial care must be taken in keeping the horses clean. An occasional washing with a soft sponge and carbolic soap cleans and cools the skin, aids prespiration, daives away flies, and is every way healthful and re freshing. Horses may be given a bath in a stream at evening, provided they are not warm from work, and are not kept in the water more tlmn a few minutes. If the horses are at pasture at night, they need a good, generous feed before being turned out. When kept in the stalls a mess of green fodder may be given daily. Date Recipes. Raised Biscuit.— Take on# quart ot warm milk, one cup of softened butter, a teaspoonful of salt (even) and a table spoonful of sugar; add a teacup of yeast and Hour enough to make a soft batter; beat bard and cover with a half-inch lay er of sifted flour. When the flour cracks open well the batter is light enough to mix. Mix into as soft a dough as you can handle, make into a round mass and set to rise. When the dough has risen a second time, cut into pieces of a suitable size, make into biscuit and put in the pan. Let them rise twenty to twenty five minutes and bake in a "quick oven. Rhubarb Jelly. —Allow two pounds of sugar to three pints of juice. Make just as you do other jelly, the clearness de pending of course upon the care with which you skim it when boiling. Rhu barb jam is also recommended. Cut the plant into pieces about an inch long- to one pound of rhubarb put one pound of sugar; cut it up before it is to be cooked, scatter the sugar over it and let it stand all night: in the morning drain off the syrup which has formed, boil it until it thickens, then add the rhubarb and boil it for fifteen minutes, or until it is perfectly tender; nut it away in glass cans or jelly tumblers; cut a peice of white paper the size of the top of the can or tumbler, dip it in alcohol or bran dy. This protects from mould. Lemon Jelly. —Ingredients: Half a box of gelatine soaked in half a pint of water, juice of five large lemons, two cupfuls of loaf sugar, or sugar to taste, beaten white and yelk of an egg, one and a half pints of boiling water. Soak the gelatine in the half pint of water half an hour. Rub several of the pieces of the sugar on the peal of the lemon, to soak the oil on the surface. Pour a pint and a lialf of the boiling water oh (lie soaked gelatine, and add lemon juice, sugar and egg; let it come to a boil, then set it at the side of the range a few mo ments; skim carefully and pay* through the jelly-bag into moulds. Brown Bread.— Twe quarts of corn meal, scald with one quart of boiling milk or water; when cool add one quart graham flour, one spoonful salt, one cup brown sugar or good molasses, one cup home-made yeast, one cup flour of the usual kind. Mix with warm water as stiff as can be easily stirred, put in deep basins; steam two hours and bake one. Before baking baste with a few spoonfuls of sweet cream or milk; this makes a soft, tender crust. Raised Rusks.— One pint bread sponge, one egg, one cup sugar, half a cup each of sweet milk and butter, two teaspoen fuls baking powder. Stir all together thoroughly and let rise till very light. Knead it down again and let rise, then mould into biscuits the size of an egg, put them quite close together in the pan and let rise again till very light; bake a little longer than common biscuits—until the top is a dark brown. Hired Farm Laborers. The season is here when the farmer who hires labor by the month will be on the lookout for "his man." It is well to practice econemy on the farm, but the farmer will find, as a rule, the best help is in the end, the cheapest. A many en gage a man for $20 per month, perhaps, and B may hire one for $25, but it docs not follow that A lias made the best bar gain. There are hired men and hired men. Five dollars a month extra is money well invested if thereby you may be sure of getting a faithful, industrious, active, man, who can and will "mix brains with his work." I have now in mind two men who were' accustomed to work out by the month. The one was quick and active, up early in the morning, ever busy and well employed, and, above all, his em ployer's interest wus his interest. The other was slow. He would accomplish, after a fashion, what he was directed to do, but no more. He had no faculty for finding work to do, and the sound of the dinner horn was the sweetest music to liis ear. Such men are found in every farming community, but a difference of $5 in their monthly wages is not a true measure of difference in the value of their services. Quality of work should be taken into consideration as well as quantity. Another question may arise— Is jt as profitable to employ an unmar ried man, board and lodge him, as to hire a married man who can live witli liis family? Supposing the former to be paid $18 a month and the "atter $25. Of course we must add to the former amount $8 to $12 a month for board, washing, &c.; but the em ployer has generally the satisfaction of knowing where to find his man when he eats, works, and sleeps on the premises. As a rule the tenant expects to have his cow pastured for nothing, if possible ; he considers his employer penurious if he does not keep his family in firewood. He "loses" a day now and then to work in his garden to draw up his wood and split it, or to clean out his cellar; and thus in the course of the season not a few days are "lost" to the farmer per haps when he needs help the most. Such time is generally made up at the close of the season on work requiring less hard labor. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule; but "they only serve to make the general fact more prominent. I have seen both methods tried on the same farm, and am in favor of employing a man who can live with his employer. Window Gardena. Most mothers, and many fathers, see with pleasure a child becoming interest ed in a window garden. While plants are growing there is constant change in each individual tf them, in addition tq is which each variety has habita of its own. A boy or girl who becomes fond of ob serving these developments closely has secured an innocent, constant and pres ervative delight. There is no plant bet ter adapted to initiate this kind of useful satisfaction than the perennial forget me-not, flioosing the dwarf, tufty sort, It is a water plant, and blooms profusely. The charming, vivacious flowers seem to look at one intelligently, like the pan sies, but they are as small as diamonds and, in their way, as bright. Any sprig bearing them if Bet in a low bottle of dear glass so as to have the stem dip in to water, will go on blooming on the window sill all summer, making roots and fresh growth. The water should be cliivnged now and ti en. The outdoor niant requires the shelter of snow or a frame to keep it Bafely through every winter. xob Mach for Her rwo Hands. The fact is and has been for a long time that the farmer's wife is expected to do the work of three or four women with very imperfect facilities often for doing the work of one. She must be cook, and provide three hearty meals a day on one time. She is laundry maid, dairy maid, kitchen girl, mother, wife, nurse, seam stress; she raises pigs, calves, and poul try, and in a pinch helps in the field. Her husband in bis work will have mow ers, reapers, all the modern machinery. What has she? Just her two hands and in nine cases out of ten her kitch en is ill arranged, and she must draw wa ter, bring in wood and do everything at a disadvantage. Women generally are not enterprising in providing for them selves laDor-saving machines. It costs them too much to get the money from their husbands to buy them with, and they do not incline to use machinery as men do. The farmers must look to this themselves, and provide their wives with what they need, and not expect more manual labor from them than they expect from their hired men. Who ev er knew a Dinner's wife to sit down in the middle of the day and rest an hour! Yet every hired man claims this as his right. Saving Flower Seeds. The best way to save the seeds of flowers is to watch the ripening of the seeds generally; take with you little pa lier bags or boxes carefully labeled with the name of the seeds which they are to contain, and then select from the choic est specimens one kind at a time, reject ing those not sufficiently matured as likely to mold and injure the rest. In the matter of preserving of both flower and vegetable seeds there is much neg lect, and the absence of flowers about many homesteads is in a great measure to be attributed to this neglect. The ladies ought in all cases to take charge of the flowers; it is naturally their province and should be their delight. It is a good method to exchange seeds with neigh bors and friends, for though the distance may be short, yet a slight change of soil frequently has much influence in preserv ing the fine qualities of the flowers. We can see, within the last few years, a great increase of flowers around our home steads; and we rejoice at it, as we think more kindly of the indwellers. Pity that this fascinating recreation—for fascinat ing it ought to be to every properly edu cated young woman—is not more uni versally appreciated and indulged in. Gave Her a Bath. Several years ago the mate of a New Bedford ship was incautious enough to land, with a party of men, on the coast of Patagonia. They fell into the hands of the savages, and he was the only one who did not finally succeed in escaping back to the ship. Relating the experi ence of his disgusting captivity, he sayf that one of its most disagreeable inci dents was the enforced medical service he was obliged to perform for the tribe, after the chief had some how conceived the notion that he was a great doctor. One illustration of his "practice" will suffice. A middle-aged squaw suddenly fell ill, and I was premptorily ordered to go and prescribe ior her. On approaching the widow's lodge, our cars were greeted by a hideous clamor, which momentarily increased as we neared the spot. A great crowd of In dians of both sexes surrounded the wig wam, severally and collectively, making the most disagreeable noise ever heard. The crowd was dense both within and without, but gave way for the chief and for the great foreign physician to enter. Tlie first order I gave was to stop their howling, whereat there was a silence so blank that the fall of a pin would have been audible—that is, if there -had been a floor for it to fall upon. With what dignity I could command I walked up to my patient. There she lay, crouched on a bit of horse's skin so withered, shrivelled and contracted that seemed as if a bushel-basket might have covered her bed and all. I knelt by her side, drew forth my watch (which was regarded by the super stitious natives as a wonderful fetich), grasped her wrist and felt for her pulse. But to my surprise I eoul 1 not feei it. I fussed and fumbled a long time, and finally arrived at the mortifying conclu sion that I was so ignorant as not tc know the position of the artery! The patient was friglitened at so unex pected a proceeding; but I succeeded in quieting her fears, though not in counting her pulse. However, it oe cured to me that it was all one whether I did or not; so, keeping up an imper turbable gravity, becoming my office, I continued for some time to look wisely at the watch, holding her wrist in pro found silence. When I judged that a due impression had been produced on the awe-stricken spectators, I ventured to prescribe, not a c lay poultice (a favorite native remedy), for the patient was dirty enough in all conscience; nor yet any compound of drugs, for I had none to administer; and as to roots and herbs, I did not dare to inflict upon her stomach anything whose properties I did not know; but after a little thought I ordered some warm wa ter heated blood-warm, and the patient to be washed, and thoroughly scrubbed from head to foot. This, I thought, met the most obvious indications of her case, as I doubt not, a whole college of physicians, upon a su perficial view, would have agreed. There could not have been a doubt as to the novelty of the prescription. The respectable relict, it is safe to say, had never been so thoroughly washed from infancy to that hour. Minute directions were given for the bath, that the scrubbing should be par ticularly smart and thorough. She was furthermore put on a strict diet, exclud ing grease, and all such luxuries, and we slowly retired from the sick room. The effect was what might have been guessed. The old woman got well—and (for a few days) she was tne only clean native in the tribe. Facts and Fancies. In the folk-lore of many nations, Fri day is considered an unlucky day, doubtless on account.ot thè religious as sociations connected with it, but in the estimation of intelligent people Friday is no more an unlucky day than any other day of the week. As a historical fact, as many successful enterprises have been begun on Friday as on any other day. Alvan Clark & Sons of Cambridge are constructing the largest telescope in the world for the Lick observatory in Cali fornia. It will have a 36-inch object glass, and will cost $50, KX) without the mounting. To test this instrument, the firm is constructing a brick tower, sup porting an immense iron cylinder, with the necessary gearing. The instrument will be finished in about two years. The Kentucky bureau of agriculture reports that there is not less than ten per cent, more in acreage to wheat than in any previous year, and the assurance is given of an extra yield in every sec tion of the state. The crop will be from 12,500,000 to 13,000,000. bushels, The acreage of oats is larg erthan last year, and the crop promises to he unusually fine. The corn crop is larger than usual, and the stand better than for years. The acreage is from 10 to 15 per cent, more than last year. Shylock is still extant in Berlin. An impecunious schoolmaster applied to him for a loan the other day, but the se curity offered not being of the best class, refused to advance the money till the applicant, who x possesses a magnificent beard, signed a bond, by which in case of non-payment of the loan at the ap pointed date, Shylock would have the right to cut off' one-half of the hirsute ornament and the proprietor would not have a right to re move the remaining half. If they go to law over the bond, which is not unlikely, the judge need not consult Shakespeare for a precedent. It will be a hair split ting case. Senator Bayard has written to some friends at Charlotte, IN. C., urging that "an impressive monumental column" be raised to the memory of the Meck lenburg patriots of 1775. He says: "The lion of Luzerne,' 1 by Thorwaldsen is "the most admirable type of such commemor ation, and it dignifies immensely the ninety-odd Swiss, who were only mili tary police at the palace of Versailles, serving for money jonly in a foreign country, but who fell at their posts." —^ »- —• Chief Wildcat and Gen. Harney. "The most impressive scene I ever witnessed," remarked Col. "Boggy" Johnson, one of the best known men in the southern country, "was the meet ing at Fort Ouachita, in 1845, between Col. Harney add the famons Seminole chief, Wildcat. A history of the meet ing'.nas never been published, those who witnessed the same preferring to wait another generation or two before giving it to the public. Col. Harney and Wild cat were bitter enemies, and on one oc casion, a few days before the incident I am going to relate, Wildcats's pugmit of the colonel was so hot that the distin guished military man was forced to swim a river to avoid capture. Finally Wild cat disappeared. Dae day, at Boggy de pot, I was surprised at the sudden ap pearance of Wildcat and ten warriors. Making a courteous gesture, Wildcat advanced, and through his celebrated colored interpreter. Uncle Abram, said: " 'Are you and Col. Harney friends?* "Yes,' I replied. "Are you good friends?" "Yes.. "Then, extending his hand, which I took, be said : 'Go tell him that Wildcat is no longer at war; that lie desires to shake the hand of Harney. Go now, 1 will wait over there,' pointing to a grove. I knew that Harney was bitter; that when the blaze of enmity was once aroused no waters of solicited forgive ness could quench them. But I wt nt. I found the colonel and delivered my message; but, darkly frowning, he re plied: " 'Tell Wildcat that I do wish to see him." "I went back to Wildcat and acquaint ed him with Harley's reply. He seemed furiously angry, but said nothing. I went back to tne fort and, the next even ing, when all of the officers, including Harney, were sitting under a beautiful arbor, near a soring of clear water, I happened to look toward the ravine. I was thrilled. Wildcat and his ten war riors came marching towards ns. Wild cat marched up to Harney, who stood in amazement, and stretched forth liis hand. Harney, with majesty, waved him off and exclaimed: "No!" "Wildcat stood, arrayed in Ln feath ers, the most perfect specimen of a man I ever saw. He was grand. Beside him stood Uncle Abram, black as the stem of a burned tree. The warriors stood like statues. Not a muscle of any ono moved. Harney, tall and majestic, looked file a statue. The officers stood around in ad miration ot the scene. " 'I am at peace," said Wildcat, came to offer you peace. I am at peat« with your father. You belong to y<oo? father. I have offered you my hand hi behalf of your great father.' "Then, in a deep, rumbling voice, Har ney, still like a'statue, replied: "It is true that I am subject to the or ders of the ruler whom you term my father, but sir, my hand is my|own,' and thus exhibiting himself like a Douglas, be turned and said to the officers: 'Gen tlemen, you do as you please." Major Ben Bell was the first to ad vance and ex tend his hand. Then all of the officers followed. Wildcat remained for several days and ate with the officers, hut Har tley never extended liis hand." EARLY POLITICS IN INDIANA What it Cost an Adams Man to Call Andy Jackson a Coward. From the Indianapolis Journal. From 1828 to 1832 party politics took on a personal rancor that had never been known before, and has never been surpassed since. Nothing was more common than for the political discus sions held at cross-roads groceries to terminate in a knock-down of one or both disputants. One of these encoun ters reached the Dearborn circuit court in the form of a charge for assault and battery, on an appeal from the justice's court. Miles C. Eggleston, for many years one of the most respected judges in the state, was on the circuit which in cluded I-awrenceburg. The fact of the assault was not controverted, the de fence relying upon the plea of justification. The testimony developed that at a certain shooting-match in which turkeys, whisky nml politics mingled promiscuously, a certain "Adams man" had said that "Andy" Jackson was a coward. This was loo much for the Jackson man, who was expected to do the fighting on such occ'sions, to endure, whereupon he went for the defainer of Jackson in a manner a hieb was more energetic than comfort able. The result was a prosecution be fore a justice, who happened to be an* Adams man. Of course the Jackson man was fined, and, inasmuch as the Circuit Court was composed of two "associates" who were Jackson men as against Judge Eggleston who was an Adams man, of course he appealed. Thedefenciplead ed justification on the ground that to call Jackson a coward was enough to provoke any good Jackson man so that the im pulse to knock down the offender was irresistible, and being conducted by A mos Lane before the court without the intervention of a jury, he dwelt upon the heniousness of making such a charge against Jackson. After the close of the argument Judge Eggleston turned to his associates to consult and decide. He first ad dressed Judge Cotton, the preach er-poet judge, who knew no law and very little gospel, but did half the mar rying done in the country by virtue of his double authority as judge and preach er, and because be always made a verse or two of doggeral for the occasion. "I don't think the provocation sufficient to ustify the assault," said judge Eggleston. "But I do," replied judge Cotton. "Why I'd knock down any man, who. in my presence, should call Gen. Jackson a coward." "Well, I call him a coward," said Judge Eggleston. At this Judge Cotton struck Judge Eggleston a stinging blow so nearly bordering on the ma licious, yet so humerous, as to create a doubt as to its real intent. Before any serious damage was done the belligér ants were parted by the intervention of the lawyers and the other judge, but the fighting Jackson man was acquitted. The state treasurer, on Wednesday, turned over| to the Northern Pacific railroad com pany $150,000 in bonds deposited by the company as a guarantee of the completion of the Fergus & Black Hills branch ofthe road. There still remains deposited with the treasurer the first coupon of each bond turned over; making a total of $50,000, which will not be delivered until the com pletion of the line to Breckinridge, which will be about Se ptem ber L_ Articles incorporating the Norcross Fann ers' Elevator company, with a capital of $10,000, and headquarters at Norcross, Grant county, htve been filed with the secretary of state. Also articles incorporating the Oneota Boom and Mill company to con struct and operate a boom in the St. Louis river near Spirit lake. The capital stock is $50,000, divided into 1,000 shares. A SUMMER TWILIGHT. It is a summer gloaming, balmy sweet, A glooming brightened by an infant moon Fraught with the fairest light of middle June; The lonely garden echoes to my feet. And harki Oh, hear I not the gentle dews FrettingHie silent forest in his sleep? Or does the stir of housing insects creep Thns faintly on my ear? Day's many hues Waned with the paling light and are no more. And none but drowsy pinions beat the air; The bat is hunting softly by my door, And noisless as the snow flake leaves his lair; O'eç the still copses flitting here and there, Wheeling the self-same cirait o'er and o'er. —Charles Tennyson Turner. A RED MITTEN. CHARMING SPRIGHTLY SKETCH. I. It was the afternoon of a clear, sharp January day of 1861, and the company numbered fully two-hundred; there wore men and women, boys and girls, flying and circling about, in masses, singly, by dozzens and by twos and threes, over the frozen surface iff the beautiful sliver lake, in Rockdale, a suburb of the flour ishing city of B-. New England is dotted with these small bodies of water, and it is astonishing to recount wliat a Burprising number bear the name of sil ver. And, on silver lake, this goodly company was disporting itself with all the gaiety and zest the keen bracing air and exhilirating sport combined to pro duce. Among the crowd were many lads and lassies, who imagined they were fond of skatiug, and came to silver lake for no other reason. It was singular, too, to note how much more gracefully the "outward roll" backward or forward could be accomplished by joining hands, or being linked together by a walking stick'. Those sticks proved, in many in stances, no non-conducters to the sym pathetic thrill that pervaded the mag nets at either end. The positive conditions were fully re alized in the case of brawny John Hor ton and rosy-cheeked Abbie Latham, the daughter of the "Squire." She, with her plump, comely figure, and fresh, hand some face, lit up by a pair of laughing blue eyes, could have led awkward John on or off skates, anywhere, with an apron string or a thread for a conductor. Not so with John. He conld lead her no where; and the more the girl could balk and tantalize him, the more she seemed to enjoy the skating and his company. Many a ludicrous figure he cut, and many an awkward fall he endured by her un accountable turns and shifting«, and her mirth and glee were at the highest at John's repeated failures to follow her difficult and tortuous windings. John was overgrown and massive, ms twenty years of existence not having yet served to properly knit together and round out the proportions of his frame. She was lithe and quick, and as gracefnl as she was skillful in the use of skates. Apart from the throng, this afternoon, John espied a little red mitten lying on the ice*, where it had been dropped by some one of the children. Miss Abbie saw it, too, and as John, by one of liis graceful movements, essayed to stoop and capture the article, she relused to release his hand: hut, just as he bent for ward, she gave a wicked pull, and John, unbalanced, was sent sprawling a rod or two beyond. A peal of silvery laughter was lier sympathetic comment, as with a graceful curve she turned and caught the tiny thing in her hand. John blushed at his awkwardness, and held out his hand to receive the mitten. But the captor only held it before him, and gently moved away. '•Won't you give it to me?" he asked. "I will find the owner." "1 can find the owner more easily than you. I can't trust you; you would fall and crush the Door thing in trying to deliver it." And she saucily laughed again. "You made me fall," said John, in a grieved tone. "You are always doing these things. If I skated more ana studied less, I'd soon be as much an adept as your friend, Joe Staples, whom you are always praising." "You? lia. ha, ha! As graceful as Joe Staples?" And the hilarity of the young maiden made John Horton's slug gish blood course through his veins till liis face was as red as Uie scarlet kerchief that encircled his neck. All the rest of that afternoon John was gloomy and silent. He moved around mechanically, or rather, auto matically, and his companion concluded to serve no more tricks upon him. The sport finished, the two wended their wav to the house of Mr. Latham, John's fair companion failing to rally him into anything like conversation. lie answered her only in monosyllables and seemed morose and preoccupied. As lie was about to take bis leave, John said, seriously, and a little sarcas tically, "Abbie, I'm going back to college to-morrow, and I hope you will enjoy the rest of the skating season in com panionship more graceful than mine." "I hope I shall," replied she in the same tone. "You must feel bad about something; perhaps it's the mitten; you had better take it, no, not now—I won't give it up. It I ever think enough of you to surrender it, I'll send it to you by express." And then she smiled on John with rare sweetness, but John had seen that smile before, and felt she was only mocking him. So with a solemn good night lie buttoned his coat close to his cbiu, and with hands resolutely thrust inio his pockets, turned homeward, re solved to waste no more time with skat ing girls, who judged young men by the posterity they exhibited in handling their heels. IT. Among the earliest volunteer regi ments that left for the seat of war in 1861, was the —th Massachusetts, with Lieut. John Horton as an officer of Company B. Like hundreds of others he abr^idoned his books for the sword, and had passed nights and days in study and drill, to fit himself for his new po sition. Horton enjoyed the reputation among his fellows of being an anchorite. He was reticent, sometimes gloomy, and although he performed his duties accep tably, he had thus far failed to show any distinguished qualities for fa military career. He joined in few of the camp pleasures, and when he was not on duty, reading or studying, walking among the streets of the camp, or in the region of country immediately around. Christmas and Ne \y. Year in camp formed oue of the brightest seasons to the hard worked soldier in all the years of the re bellion. Though the quantity of useful and useless articles dispatched from home was at all times great the bulk of contributions, arriving in camp at this festive season sorely tried the carrying capacity of all engaged in supplying the army at the front. And the occasions of opening the boxes and bundles among both officers and privates were most in teresting andjexciling. The officers ofjthe —th had arranged to have an "opening," in the colonel's quarters, and thither all who were not on duty repaired. The evening was of course most enjoyable, for nearly every one. had received from home some gift or token to re mind him of a mother, sister or sweetheart, sometimes of all three. Horton was present, cool, gloomy and indifferent. He did not expect any present. His family was scattered, and many of those nearest to him to whose loving » sympathy lie would naturally turn at this time had passed away. He did not feel in a sentimental or sympathetic mood, and vet no particle of envy en tered his mind in witnessing the enjoy ment of others. As the major held up a small paper box, however, and called out "Lieut. John W. Horton," the latter started and felt his face aglow in an in stant. He took the parcel and in spite of entreaties, in which not a few jokes were cracked at his expense, placed it in his pocket till the conclusion of the festivities, when he retired to the somfortable quarters he shared with Lieut. Cartter. Lieutenant Horton was puzzled and curious. After divesting himself of liis overcoat he sat down, placed the box on the table, and, with his companion, lighted his solacing dudeen, determined to approach and unravel the mystery as became a philosopher. Carter got de cidedly impatient before even the outer wrappings were removed, as Horton conducted proceedings with weighty de liberation. At last Horton shook from the box a little red mitten snugly wrap ped in a piece of white tissue paper. No note of explanation appeared, and Horton met his companion's gaze with a look in which were pictured at least half a dozen of the emotions that affect tiie human mind, the principal one be ing surprise. III. For the next three evenings our hero was engaged in writing letters—or rath er a letter— for no sooner was eacli one completed than it was torn in pieces and burned. Horton felt liimself in a tight fix, and hoped the enemy would make a demonstration ou the camp that he might get out of it. He had rather face a hun dred cannon than undertake to acknowl edge the reception of that mitten. He knew he had loved Miss Matham, but his big. sensitive soul had been terribly lacerated by her apparently heartless be havior, and he concluded to become in different, not only to her, but to all wo mankind. This might be another of her heartless tricks, but when Jack recalled her words. "If I ever think enough of you to surrender it I'll send it to you," he felt the little witch did entertain some regard for him. Still, as she had vouch safed no kind message with the surrend er or the mitten, lie was at a loss how to kct. Write he could not. "If I asked Carter's advice," he reas oned, "he wouldonly laughat me. Why can't these plaguv women let a fellow alone, anyway?" be muttered to himself. "I was trying to forget her—and now she lias opened all my wounds afresh. She did it to tantalize me, but I'll show the flirt and the whole sex that I can't be tantalized." And then Jack took from his inner pocket an envelop, out of which he fished a little red object, on which he gazed for a few moments as a naturalist might gaze upon a newly-discovered in sect, with mingled curiosity and tender ness. The soldier sighed as he replaced the trifle, and going to the door of his tent, gazed out into the darkness. The evening was mild and calm and the darkness almost penetrable. Scarce ly a sound disturbed the sleeping camps, and as the enemy across the Potomac were believed to intend no hostile dem onstration, tke utmost precautions had not been taken to guard against sur prise. As Jack stood gazing into the darkness a succession of flashes lit up the gloom, and the sharp report of small arms broke the stillness. "Hello! here's for fun," exclaimed Jack as he rushed for liis accoutrements. The long roll called the men into line, and in a few moments the regiment was prepared to meet the enemy. Being one of the of ficers at hand, Lieutenant Horton was ordered by the colonel to go forward with a detail of men, and ascertain the true state of affairs. Our pickets were retreating, the firing being answered by stray shots from tne enemy; no judg ment of the numbers could be formed, but our panic-stricken pickets reported them to be ten thousand strong, at least. Horton determined to keep cool, and ascertain for himself the number of the enemy. He had had little experience of * fighting a» yet, and his position was by no means a pleasant one. In this manœuvre liis excellent judgment was proved, for after studying the situation as long as it was prudent he hastened to the colonel and informed him that the force con sisted of not more than a regiment of in fantry moving directly for the camp. Aliot skirmish ensued, the fight lasted for an hour or two. The demonstration closed with the retreat of the enemy, on whose heels Lieut. Horton, whose fight ing blood was up, hung with a tendency that astonished his brother officers. Jack braved danger with a coolness that was amazing, and directed the fire of his men where it would do the most good. It was his ambition to capture some body or something, and he did, a con federate captain and two privates, who were "3Ui . >unded ; ' by himself and one of his soldiers. But Jack, fired by this success, raff • pushed ahead for more human plunder, when he was laid low by a bullet through the shoulder. IV Jack Horton was the hero of that night, and was mentioned in the com manders report for his coolness, correct judgment and unflinching bravery. It needed just such an occasion as this to bring out what was in the man; but Jack was modest, and didn't presume he had done more tlmn he ought. His wound was a painfux o..e, and in a few days he was on his way to Rockdale, where the reports of his achievements had pre ceded him. Jack couldn't help feelinga little curious about how Miss Abbie would greet him if he chanced to meet her. He hadn't the remotest idea ol calling on her, however. His time was liis country's, and all his leisure mo ments were passed, even in those inval id days, in the study of military tactics. He did not want to be made a lion of; did not pretend to resemble that noble animal in the least. So he stayed at home and studied his books. Just before his return to the army he at tended a fair at Rockdale in aid of the soldiers. The young ladies were the principal attractions at this, as at all fairs; and among the youne ladies, none were more attractive than Miss Abbie Latham. She drove a remarkably successful busi ness at the flower stand, one of her prin cipal patrons being Mr. Joseph Staples, who purchased at least half her stock, and distributed it with a lavish hand. He had not gone to war, but had, at least, and without compulsion, hired a substi tute. His patriotism was ardent, as he assured Miss Abbie, but there were to him Mother glorious attractions nearer home. , Certainly. Lieutenant Norton could but pay his respects to Miss Abbie. His face was paler, and his form had be come more trim and manly than when she last saw him. His features, Abbie noticed, bore an expression of sadness and suffering; he moved without awk wardness, and all the young ladies de clared him to be the handsomest soldier in the hall. He won the sword that was voted for, on this occasion, as he de served to. Jack's heart throbbed a lit tle as he met the gaze of the young lady; but if he felt any emotion, it must have been slight; she was very busy with her customers, and especially with her wholesale patron, Mr. Staples; yet, as the lieutenant bade her good evening and turned away, he saw her eyes droop and a faint blush steal over her cheek. For two old friends, so long separated, the meeting was decidedly cold and for mal, and Jack felt chilled to the mar row. V. In the stirring events of the next two years Horton bore bis full share—at Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Antie tam, Gettysburg, the Wilderness, down to Cold Harbor, where at the head of his regiment he fell desperately wound ed in the terrible and unsuccessful as sault on that stronghold. He was conveyed to the hospital at Washington in a seemingly hopeless condition, with several wounds, each of which was dansrerous. The nurses moved among the wounded men like angels of mercy. Some of the soldiers lay in a stupor, some were raving in de lirium, and others dying in agony. For days Horton'g life hung on a thread, his fevered brain mercifully rendering him unconscious of suffering. As he awoke one morning, a soft and gentle-hand was soothing his brow, when the damp ness indicated that the fever was broken. He tried to onen his eyes, but was too w$pk; speak he voulu not; and many , ' i -l ■ 7 V i hours passed before he # could discern what was around him. Since the night ofthe Cold Harbof ïïgKt 'MS "MB" Bad been a blank. He remembered noth ing. And now he saw before him the physician, and the nurse with a sweet pale face that looked familiar, but he could not recall the name of its owner. Again trying to speak, the Burgeon kind ly whispered, ''Keep perfectly quiet, and all will be well," and the female at tendant, at his motion, withdrew. The next morning his dim vision dis cerned the same pale and anxious face : and a gleam of wondering inquiry passed over his countenance as ne gazed upon her. At last he feebly whispered : "Where am I?" . ' "In the hospital and with friends,' she gently answered. He would have, spoken more but she withdrew. The next day he was strong er, and he asked, "where have I seen you? At a sign from the physician, the nurse answered: "Atyour old home. Don't you know me? I'm Abbie Latham. You are get ting better now, and will soon be well." Jack was strong enough to begin to collect his thoughts, which were, of course at once concentrated on his nurse. He improved wonderfully under her care, and one bright morning occurred the last conversation we shall record in this romantic sketch. Miss Latham was sitting by the side of of his cot, arrahging a bouquet. The wounded man had begun to teel like his old self, and permission was given him to converse ail He desired. < "How long liave you been in the hos pital, Abbie?'' * "More than a year,"she replied in a sweet, womanly voice. Jack thought he had never beheld a fairer creature. If she was beautiful as a girl, the scenes she had witnessed had touched and chastened all that was love able and womanly in her nature. She was no longer a girl—she was^a tender thoughtful woman. "You have saved my life," said Jack, his eyes filling with tears. "No, no. Your strength has tri umphed. I have done what little I could. Oh, you were so terribly hurt!" And here her eyes filled, and her bosom heaved as she took his hand and gently pushed the brown curling locks aw ay from his forehead. Jack never had felt so happy before in his life, despite the solemn character of the conversation. "I can never repay you Abbie. I'm only sorry for that. But if I dared hope-" > "Perhaps you can, Jack," she replied, with the sweetest and most confiding smile. "I found something in your vest pocket which has paid rne already." And she took from a blood-stained en velop the little red mitten. "Then you knew by that token that I had loved—at least, had never forgotten you," said Jack, a little confused. "Yes; and if my woman's sense had not told me, your talk in delirium would have proved it." Jack mentally thanked Heaven that he had been crazy. "But Jack, why didn't you answer my letter? It was cruel of you." "Your letter?" "Yes; the one I sent by post to ap prise you of ray present. Mr. Staples took it to the office." "And I never received it! Do you sup pose that fellow was mean enough "No, dear Jack, don't get excited. Let us suppose nothing. All's well that ends well." The little red mitten is a treasured relic in the Horton family ; and it has been a wondering question to the several cherubs that gladden the household why mama has never knit a mate to it. Nice Summer Drinks. From the Providence Journal. A great many industries start afresh and with great impulse in the spring of the year. One of these is the business of preparing "cooling beverages" for the summer drinkers. The bottling estab lishments are in operation the year through, hut in the spring preparations are made for the summer increase. The demand for the lighter drinking materi al, if not for all, is regulated by the weather, to a great extent. If the sea son be hot and dry, the people will be in the same condition. The amount of sweetened water tliat is sold under various names is simply enormous. Soda is impregnated with carbonic acid gas. CarboDicaeid gas is made from pul verized marble and vitriol. The marble is put into a receiver and mixed with the vitriol. The gas is thus generated, and after passsing through purifiers or through water is ready to be charged in to any kind of sweetened waler. A bot tling-machine fills a bottle a second with the help of one operator. Over the bot tling-tame are the reservoirs containing syrups, connected with the bottling-ma chine. The carbonic acid gas, mingled with water, is let in, the syrup faucet is opened, and in the space of a second a bottle of ginger ale, sarsaparilla, pop or other mixture is ready for market. The discovery of ginger ale gave a re freshing drink to millions. It is sup posed that more would be sold if the name "ale" was not given to it. As it is nothing more than water sweetened with ginger syrup and charged with carbonic acid gas, it has no very marked intoxi cating or even stimulating qualities. It is the great summer drink—harmless, pleasant, refreshing and healthful. The item of bottles is an important one. The bottles cost more than the ale. Every bottle requires washing. of course, every time it is emptied. For this purpose a machine has been invented and put in operation to take the place of hand la bor. This machine washes sixty bottles per minute, and does it as well as the most careful hand. The saving in labor is great. Besides the city consumption, the seashore trade will soon begin again. At summer resorts the chief diversion of many is drinking. Why not? The salt air produces thirst. How he Humored his Wife. I lived once near a poor family, an Irish laborer, with a very industrious wife. He married a widow with one lit. tie girl. He was big, red haired, loose jointed and awkward. She was very small, black-haired and brisk as a bee. I frequently heard the most violent al tercations, and evidently something more, inside the house. As the weather came on warm we would stand in our house and watch her whip him, for she did not close doors and pull down cur tains to thrash him in the liveliest sort of way; and he would blubber and cry and run around, with her clinging to his hair and clawing at liis shoulders, re minding one of a bee trying to light on a restive mule; but never once did he raise a finger to resist her. The poor, big, good-hearted fellow was jolly and jovial. And when he got his pay he drank it up with his com rades, and the little woman chastised him for not bringing it home. I said to him one day: "What in the world do you mean by letting that mite of a woman make you cry that way?" He winked knowingly, and stepping closer, he whispered : "Lord I am not crying; she couldn't hurt me. I am only making believe, just to humor her. She likes it, you know." .Men do love to humor women.—(Mem phis Appeal. Novel Use of Flectricty. The young colored boy whose propen sity caused his excommunication from the church of the famous Rev. John Jas per, of Richmond, and who apparently became dumb immediately after he had asked the Almighty to paralyze his tongue if what he liad said was not true, bn« recovered his speech through the agency of a galvanic battery applied by two physicians who were determined to ascertain whether or not he was sham ming. He endured the electric current for several minutes, but a severe shock broke his resolution, and he yelled at the top of his voice, "For God's sake, doctor, stop sheoking dat handle." This expos ure bas not shaken the faith of the Rev. Mr. Jasper's parishioners, who now be lieve tbit there bave been two miracles instead of one as firmly as they believe that "the son do move,"