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SO TIME LIKE THE OED TIME.
BY OLIVER WENDEL HOLMES.
There is no time like the old time,when you and I were
When t he buds oi April blossomed and birds of spring
The garden's brightest glories by summer eun are
oh ! the sweet, sweet violets, the flowers that
There; is no place like the old place, where you and I
Where we lilted up our eyelids on the splendors of the
From the milk-white breast that warmed us; from the
clinging arms that bore,
Where the dear eyes glistening o'er us that will look on
us no more.
There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared
our morning days !
No greeting like his* welcome, no homage like his
Fame is the scentless flower, with gaudy crown of
I5ut friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in
There is no love like the old, that we courted in our
Though our leaves are falling, falling, and we're fad
ing side by side ;
There are blossoms all around us with the colors of
And we live in borrowed sunshine when the light of
day is gone.
There are no times like the old times—they shall never
be forgot ;
There is no nlace like the old place—keep green the
dear old spot !
There are no friends like the old friends—may heaven
prolong their lives !
There are no loves like the old loves—God bless our
loving wives !
OFF FOR BOY-LAND.
Ho ! All aboard ! A traveler
Sets Bail from Baby land !
Before my eyes there comes a blur,
But etill I kiss my hand,
And try to smile as off he goes,
My bonny, winsome boy !
Yes, bon voyage ! God only knows
llow much I wish thee joy.
Oh, tell me, have you heard of him ?
He wore a sailor's hat,
All silver-horded round the brim,
And—stranger e'en than that—
A wondrous suit of army-blue.
With pocaets deep ana wide;
Oil, tell me, sailors, te.ll me true,
llow fares he ou the tide ?
We've now no baby in the house;
Twas but this very morn,
He doffed his dainty 'broidered blouse,
W ith skirts of snowy lawn ;
And shook a mass of silken curls
t rom off his sunny brow ;
They fretted iiim—"so like a girl's !
Mamma can have them now."
ne owned a bran-new pocket-book ;
But that he could not find.
A knife and string was all he took ;
What did he leave behind?
A heap of blocks with letters gay,
And here and there a toy ;
I cannot pick them up to-day,
My heart is with my boy.
llo ! Ship ahoy 1 At Boyhood's town
Cast anchor strong and deep !
What ! tears upon this little gown
Lett for mamma to keep ?
Weep not, but smile ; for through the air
A merry message rings :
"Just sell it to the rag-man there!
I've done with baby things !
Viewed merely as a human or literary pro
duction, the Bible is a marvelous book, and
without a rival. It embraces works of forty
authors, representing the extremes of society,
from the throne of a king to the boat of a
fisherman ; it was written during a long per
iod of sixteen centuries, on the banks of the
Kile, in the desert of Arabia, in the land of
promise, in Asia Minor, in classical Greece
and imperial Home; it commences with the
creation and ends with the final glorification,
after describing all the intervening stages in
the relations of God and the spiritual devel
opment of man ; it uses all forms of literary
composition ; it rises to the highest heights
and descends to the very lowest depths of
humanity ; it measures all states and condi
tions of life; it is acquainted with every
grief and every woe; it touches every chord
of sympathy ; it contains the spiritual biogra
phy of every human heart; it is suited to ev
ery class of society, and can be read with tbe
same interest and profit by the king and the
beggar, by the philosopher and the child ; it
is as universal as the race, and reaches be
yond the limits of time into the boundless
regions of eternity.
Of all the books in the world, the Bible is
the only one of which we never tire, but
which we admire more and more in propor
tion as we use it. Like the diamond, it casts
its luster in every direction ; like a torch, the
more it is shaken the more it shines ; like a
healing herb, the harder it is pressed the
sweeter is its fragrance.
A New Theory About Food.
A German physician has started a new
theory with regard to food. He maintains
thaï both the vegetarians and the meat eaters
are on the wrong track. Vegetables are not
more wholesome than meat nor meat than
vegetables, and nothing is gained by con
suming a compound of both. Whatever
nutritive qualities they may possess, he says,
are destroyed in a great measure, and often
by the process of cooking. All food should
be eaten raw. If this practice were adopted
there w'ould be little or no illness among
human beings. They would live their ap
portioned time and simply fade away, like
animals in a wild state, from old age. Let
those affected with gout, rheumatism, and in
digestion, try for a time the effect of a sim
pie, uncooked diet, such as fruit and oysters
for instance, and they will find all medicine
unnecessary and such a rapid improvement
of their health that they will forswear all
cooked articles of food at once and forever.
Intemperance would also, it is urged, no
longer be the curse of civilized communities.
The yearning for drink is caused by the un
natural abstraction from what are termed
"solids" of the aqueous elements they con
tain—uncooked beef for example, containing
from 70 to 80 per cent, and some vegetables
even a larger proportion of water. There
w'ould be less thirst, and consequently Jess
desire to drink if our food were consumed in
its natural state without first being subjected
to the action of fire.
IIow Drinking; Produces Apoplexy.
It is the essential nature of all wines and
spirits to send an increased amount of blood
to the brain. The first effect ot taking a
glass of wine, or stronger form of alchohol,
is to send the blood there faster than com
mon ; hence the circulation that gives the
red lace. It increases the activity of tht
brain, and it works faster and so does the
tongue. But, as the blood goes to the brain
faster than common, it returns faster, and no
special harm results. But, suppose a man
keeps on drinking, the blood is sent to the
brain so fast, and in such large quantities
that in order to make room for it, the arteries
have to enlarge themselves; they increase in
size, and, in doiDg so, they press against the
more yielding flaccid veins which carry the
blood out of the brain, and thus diminish
their size, their pores, the result being that
the blood is not only carried to the brain faster
than is natural or healthful, but it is prevent
ed from leaving it as fast as usual ; hence a
double set of causes of debt are in operation.
Hence a man may drink enough brandy or
other spirits in a few hours, or even minutes,
to bring on a fatal attack of apoplexy. This
is, literally, being dead drunk.
Many erroneous impressions prevail about
the pulse as indicative of health or disease, a
common notion being that its beatings are
much more regular and uniform than they
really are. Frequency varies with age. In
the newborn infant the beatings are from 130
to 140 to the minute ; in the second year,
from 100 to 115 ; from the seventh to the
fourteenth year, from 80 to 90; from the four
teenth to the twenty-first year, from 75 to 85;
from the twenty-first to the sixtieth year,
from 70 to 75. After that period the pulse is
generally thought to decline, but medical au
thorities differ radically on this point, having
expressed the most contradictory opinions.
Young persons are often found whose pulses
are below 60, and there have been many in
stances of pulses habitually reaching 100, or
not exceding 40, without apparent disease.
Sex, especially in adults, influences the pulse,
which in women is from 10 to 114 beats to
the minute more rapid than in men of the
same age. Muscular exertion, even position,
materially effects the pulse. Its average fre
quency in healthy men of 27 is, when stand
ing 81 ; when sitting, 71 ; when lyiDg, 66,
per minute ; in women of the same age, in
the same positions, 91, 84 and 79. In sleep
the pulse is generally considerably slower
than during wakefulness. In certain diseases
such as acute dropsy of the brain, for exam
ple—there may be 150, even 200 beats ; in
other kinds of disease, such as apoplexy and
some organic effections of the heart, there
may be no more than 20 or thirty to the min
ute. Thus, one of the common diagnostic
signs is liable to deceive the most experienced
Amüsement for tbe Children.
On rainy days, the active child resents his
confinement within doors, and is more than
usually troublesome. We know of nothing
which will afford him surer amusement than
the making of scrap-books. Provide the little
ones with a pair of blunt-pointed scissors,
and let them cut out and trim neatly the
pictures from papers you do not care to pre
serve, circulars of farm machiner)', or any
thing they fancy, and then, armed with a
cup of boiled starch and an old tooth brush
(if you have one,) let them exercise their in
genuity in filling the book with their collec
tions. Quiet small children find enchant
ment in this kind of work. A large picture
may be put in the centre of the page, and the
space around it filled with small ones, and
short pieces of prose and poetry. We have
seen very pretty ornaments for these juvenile
scrap-books cut out of illustrated books for
children, which had become badly tattered
with use, so that the pictures were all that
were worth preserving. W T hen two pages
are full, the book should be left open until
dry before going on. This amusement need
not make much litter about a house, and the
little workers can easily learn to pick up their
scattering scraps after themselves, and wash
i he starch-cup and brush after using it, so
that it will be ready for the next rainy day.
The poet struck one of the chords of hu
manity, when he said "Hope springs eternal
in the human breast." Who is not a subject
of pleasing, animating hope? The little child
whose imagination glows with the bright im
ages of futurity, feeds on the joyful anticipa
tions that are one day to be realized. The
ardent youth is led through the mazes of this
world's pilgrimage by fond, endearing Hope
She sits by him when the evening shades are
gathered over his head and his brain is rack
ed in seach of knowledge, and points him to
the distant temple of Fame and Glory. The
middle-aged, rejoicing in the strength and
vigor of manhood, are living in hope; she
points them to still higher promotion among
men, to higher advances in the scale of learn
ing and moral excellence. The old man with
gray hairs, tottering on the verge of the grave
is cheered and animated by the rays of hope,
Even if she has promised lees in the past than
has been fully realized; if "distance gave
enchantment to the view," and disappointed
hopes have stung his heart, he still clings to
"hope as anchor to the soul." She lights his
dim way to the realms of the blessed ; she
fixes his waning, failing eye on immortality,
She enables him to grapple with death man
fully, and to pass off the stage of life
"Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him and lies dowu to pleasant dreams."
The sick man, marred by disease and distort
ed by pain, finds medicine in the balm of
hope. Like some friendly genius it overshad
ows his couch, as "the pillar of cloud by day'
on the plains of Israel. It whispers comfort
to his trembling bosom, and allays many
pang of heart-rending bitterness. What is it
that nerves the arm of the sea-worn mariner
on the "dark deep sea?" What is it that
brings to his mind his home, his children and
his friends? Hope—stimulating, joyous hope
He hopes to meet his loved ones, to be encir
cled in the arms of his distant friends, to gain
in peace the haven of his rest, and hope bids
him buffet the storm ; it spreads his sail to
the wind, and guides with steady arm his
faithful helm. And has not hope stood by
the soldier, all clad in pristling steel? It has
led him to the cannon's mouth, and bared his
bosom to the battle shaft. It has whispered
in the ears of the martial hero—"On to the
conquest ; if you perish, il will be in glory's
flash and victory's thunder shout."
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Iu the Jaws of a Lion.
[From Among the Zulus.]
I was out after porcupines, and was lying
down one night near a porcupine's hole, wait
ing for him to come out. I had no gun, but
only my hunting-knife and a large knob
kerrie with which to knock the porcupine on
the nose ; for that, as you know, kills him at
once. 1 did not hear a sound until I found
the grass near me move and a lion got his
paw on me and lifted me up. The brute
pressed his claws into me, but luckily, my
leather belt prevented his teeth from damag
ing me, and he carried me holding on to my
belt and coat. If either of these had given
away I should have been laid hold of in a far
more rough manner. A lion is like a cat in
one thing—he can hold a live creature in his
mouth and not damage it, just as I have seen
a cat carry a mouse. I knew the nature of
the lion well enough to know that if I strug
gled I should have my neck broken or my
head smashed in an instant, so I did not
struggle, but quietly drew my knife and
thought what was best to do. I thought at
first of trying to strike him in the heart, but
I could not reach that part of him, and his
skin looked so loose that I could not strike
deep enough, carried as I was. I knew it
would be life or death with me in an instant,
so turning myself a bit, I gashed the lion's
nose and cut it through. The lion dropped
me as I should drop a poisonous snake, and
jump« d away roaring with pain. He stood
for an instant looking at me, but I did not
move, and he did not seem to like to carry
me again. More than once he came up to
within a few yards, licking the blood as it
poured from his nose ; but there I remained
like a stone, and he was fairly afraid to tack
le me again. I know a buffalo and an ox are
very sensitive about the nose, and a cat if
just tipped on the nose, can't stand it, so I
thought a lion might be the same, and so it
proved. ____ ^ _ _
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Tüe Legs of Insects.
A scientist once observed a fly, only as
large as a grain of sand, which ran three
inches in half a second, and in that distance
made the enormous number of 540 steps. If
a man were to be able to walk as fast in pro
portion to his size, supposing his step to
measure two feet, he would, in the course of
a minute, have run upwards of twenty miles,
a task far surpassing our express railroad en
gines, or the famous Seven League Boots re
corded in the nursery fable. In leaping also,
insects far excel man, or any other animal
whatever. The flea can leap two hundred
times its own length ; so also can the locust.
If a man were six feet long, and could leap
as high and as far, in proportion to his size,
as one of these insects, he might stand near
the New York Custom House, leap up into
the air over the top of Trinity Church spire,
and alight in Greenwich street ; which would
be something more wonderful than it has
ever entered into the minds of the writers of
fairy tales to conceive of. The insect called
the froghopper can leap more than 250 times
its own length. Some spiders can leap a
couple of feet upon their prey.
Are the people of the United States grow
ing more temperate ? The statistics from the
Internal Revenue Bureau would not seem to
answer in the affirative. Of home produc
tions, we have 15,000,000 gallons more than
last year. That makes about 480,000,000
square drinks of three fingers each. Besides
this, we imported last year, in excess of the
former year, 4,434,455 gallons.
STANDING INDER THE NOOSE.
A Herdsman's Life Saved by bis Wife's
Leiters from Home.
[Denver News, Aug. 29.]
In a recant case in the recorder's court At
torney J. W. Donovan told the following
story. It hails from Texas ;
On a hot day in July, 1860, a herdsman
was moving his cattte to a new ranch further
north, near Helena, Tex., and paseing down
the banks of a stream his herd became mixed
with other cattle that were grazing in the val
ley and some of them failed to be separated
The next day about noon a band of about
dozen mounted rangers overtook th^ herds
man and demanded their cattle which they
said were stolen.
It was before the day of law and court
houses in Texas, and one had better kill five
men than steal a mule worth $5, and the
herdsman knew it. He tried to explain but
they told him to cut it short. He offered
turn over all the cattle not hi9 own, but they
laughed at the proposition, and hinted that
they usually confiscated the whole herd and
left the thief hanging on a tree as a warning
to others in like cases.
The poor fellow was completely overcome
They consulted apart for a few moments, and
then told him if he had any explanation
make or business to do they would allow him
ten minutes to do so and defend himself.
He turned to the rough faces and commenc
ed; "How many of you have wives?" Two
or three nodded. "How many of you have
children?" They nodded again.
"Then I know who I'm talking to and you
will hear me," and he continued : "I never
stole any cattle ; I have lived in these parts
over three years. I came from New Hamp
shire ; I failed in the fall of 1857, during the
panic ; I have been saving ; 1 have no home
here ; my family remain East, for 1 go from
place to place ; these clothes I wear are rough
and I am a hard-looking customer ; but this
is a hard country; days seem like months to
me, and months like years; married men, you
know that but for the letters from home (here
he pulled out a handful of well-worn envel
opes and letters from his wife) I should get
discouraged. I have paid part of my debts
Here are the receipts, and he unfolded the
letters of acknowledment. 1 expected to sell
out and go home in November. Here is the
testament my good old mother gave me; here
is my little girl's picture," and he kissed it
tenderly and continued : "Now, men, if you
have decided to kill me for what I am inno
cent of send these home, and send as much
as you can from the cattle when I'm dead.
Can't you send half the value ? My family
will need it."
"Hold on, now; stop right thar!" said a
rough ranger. "Now', I say, boys," he con
tinued, "I say let him go. Give us your hand,
old boy ; that picture and them letters did the
business. You can go free, but you're lucky,
"We'll do more than that," said a man with
a big heart, in Texan garb and carrying the
customary brace of pistols in his belt ; "let's
buy his cattle here and let him go."
They did, and when the money was paid over
and the man about to start he was too weak
stand. The long strain of hopes and fears,
beiDg away from home under such trying cir-
cumstances, the sudden deliverance from
death, had combined to render him helpless
as a child. He saDk to the ground completely
overcome. An hour later, however, he left
on horseback for the nearest staging route,
and as they shook hands and bade him good-
bye, they looked the happiest band of men I
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A Fire-proof Costume.
A great advance has just been made in
fire-proof costumes by M. Schalla, an Aus
trian engineer who has just given his inven
tion a public trial in the Prater, Vienna,
where a huge stage of dry wood was built,
and plentifully soused with petroleum before
being set light to. By means of his costume,
M. Schalla remained a long time in the flames,
which were so intense that the spectators had
to retreat several paces. The dress is simi
lar in appearance to that worn by divers,only
lit is double. The space between the two lay
ers is continually supplied with fresh water
by means of a pipe. Another pipe supplies
the wearer with the necessary air. The in
ventor was warmly applauded when he at
last came out of the fire, appearing quite at
iiis eas e. _
A Prolific Bom Tree.
We recently mentioned in the Meneng er
that in the Luxembourg Garden is to be seen
rose tree bearing more than 700 buds or
flowers. We have now received from Mr.
E. Sprent (Messrs. Sprent & Phillips,)who is
on a visit in Cornwall, a letter, in which he
tells us that a rose tree of twenty years' stand
ing is now in full blossom in the garden of
Mr. J. C. Isaac, Liskeard. It is literally
covered with roses, and by way of curiosity,
Mr. Sprent informs us that he counted them,
and found them to number 1,925 roses and
buds. The tree is a perfect picture, and so
heavy are the flowers oil it that a prop is
necessary to support the weight.
A New Explosive.
Prof. Emerson Reynolds of Dublin, has
discovered a new explosive compoundèd of
two substances, which can be kept apart
without risk, and can be mixed as required to
form a blasting agent. The powder is a mix
ture of seventy-five parts of chlorate of pot
assium with twenty-five parts of "sulphurea,"
a body discovered by Prof. Reynolds, which
can be obtained cheaply from a waste pro
duct of gas manufacture. The new explosive
is a white powder, which can be ignited at a
lower temperature than gunpowder, and
leaves less solid residue.
Watermelons sell for seventy-five cents a
wagon load in Kansas.
—The girl who can't even shoot a marble
straight is the one who is invincible at arch
Senator Lamar is a silent man. Yet he
ought to be able to say what he thinks of the
—Diamonds, it is said, attract the light
ning. That explains why so many wear
twenty-five cent cameo rings.
A Russian physician, who is afflicted with
nearsightedness, proposes to write with
white ink on black paper as a remedy.
—A physician has discovered yellow fever
germs in ice. The safest way is to boil your
ice before using it. It kills the germs.
"The Veiled Bride of Spring" is the title
of a piece of sculpture on exhibition in New
York, by its designer, Edmonia Lewis.
When a stump orator doesn't speak loud
enough in New York, the outer members of
the audience yell, "Give us a telephone !"
A Black Hills correspondent states that he
believes the development of the mineral re
sources of the Black Hills has only begun.
—Statistics prove that women's teeth decay
at an earlier age than men's, which conclu
sively proves that spruce gum is more injuri
ous than tobacco.
The march of British troops into the Af
ghanistan territory is to be one of victory.
Newspaper correspondents will not be al
lowed to accompany the troops.
Captain Jack Neil, formerly of Jackson,
Tenn., has married the daughter of an In
dian chief in the Indian Nation, who is
worth $300,000. in her own right.
A pun based on the wrong spelling of a
foreign name becomes so flat in the course of
time that the author can almost forgive the
paper that steals it and gives no credit.
An Illinois farmer astonished Decatur by
going into that place with a train of six wa g
ons, laden with 375 bushels of barley and
drawn by a steam road locomotive of his
Grace Greenwood says that among its
other admirable manufactures, New England
produces the best educated girls, the truest
wives,the noblest mothers and the most glori
ous old maids in the world.
Archibald Forbes, the brilliant Zulu war
correspondent, takes the field again—the lec
ture field—and will come to America in Feb
ruary, to talk about "Royal people I have
known." That includes Cetewayo.
New York policemen are not allowed to
use profane language. They find it very dif
ficult to club a citizen to death without using
cuss words, and some of the most vigorous
men on the force have been dismissed for a
slip of the tongue.
A young Japanese lately played a game of
billiards against three of the best players,
united, at Moscow. The game was 5,000
points at carom for 85,000 roubles. The Jap's
first run was 1,853 points. The game lasted
fourteen hours, and he won by three points.
The New York Tribune says : Not a man
has ever lost a dollar by holding a note of
the kind we now use. Great loss there has
been, because those notes were not so good
at one time as at another, but that is now
ended. For tbe first time we have a currency
the worth of which bankers, money-dealers
and exchange-brokers cannot fix as they
please, at one rate for one place and another
for another. It is uniform, fair to all, and
so well guarded that no man looks to see
whether the note he takes is one of the United
States, or of some bank near or far off.
All the notes are at all places and at all times
as good as gold, because the holder can at
any time get legal tenders for bank notes, and
gold for legal tenders. What reason is there
for going back to the use of notes which are
not good anywhere, and not uniform even in
Nbot at a Cupola and Killed a Han.
[From tbe Norristown (Pa,) Herald.]
Last evening, shortly before dusk, George
Waterfield a middle aged painter, was sitting
on the porch in front of Mr. Samuel Clay ton's
hotel, at Edge Hill tillage, when he suddenly
jumped up, walked to the bar room door, ex
claiming that be was shot and fell dead. A
physician who was called in extracted a
minie ball which had lodged in his heart. No
one was seen shooting, nor was the report of
fire-arm heard at the hotel, but after some
time a man who came to the hotel stated that
he had seen a young man <named Titus Heil
man shooting with a rifle at Abington Sta
tion, half a mile distant, about the time of
the tragedy. Heilman was sent for and ex
plained that he was practicing with a minie
rifle by shooting a ball od the cupola of the
engine house at the station. The distance
from the station to the hotel is variously es
timated at from one-half to three-quarters of
mile, no one pntting it under the former
figure. The hotel stands upon high ground,
being not less than 100 feet above the level
of the railroad, and the ball must have been
what is known among the marksmen as a
curve shot. Deputy Coroner Fenton held an
inquest, the jury returning a verdict of acci
A Solid Navigator.
[Territortal Enterprise. [
Last evening when the wind was blowing
its fiercest, Old Bodcorn said :
"Ah, I'd-like to be at sea on such a night
as this!" ,
"You would, you old crab-catcher! cried
Tim Trysail ; "you'd like to be at sea—on a
good stout plank, I reckon."
"No," said the other, in a subjugated tone,
"no, on board a geod substantial island."
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