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T FARM AND GARDEN.
Improve Your Farms and Farming. Every agriculturist, however large or small the domain which he has to till, or of which he has the oversight, ought to resolve every year to make a decided ad vance in his farming and in the value and appearance of his farm. The idea of merely digging a living out of the ground without any regard to the man ner in which it is dene, or the state in which the soil is left after each success ive crop, or the real and market value of the ground,, is beneath an intelligent being. There is nothing that we do, or with which we have to do, that is not stuieeptible of improvement, and it should be the ambition of every one, whatever his business, and not, at least, of every one who is engaged in the an cient and honorable occupation of farm ing, to be constantly improving upon the past in the work of the present and the future. Good taste, duty to society and self-interest, all combine in spurring him .on in the march of progress. The farms of this country very gener ally, unlike those of old countries which have been cultivated for centuries, need a great amount of actual clearing not the removal of timber, which on the con trary requires cultivation and renewal but in the way of removing brush and rubbish of various kinds. The adorn ment of farms by the removal of blem ishes has been greatly neglected in the pressing struggle for immediate returns. But it is not at all unworthy of any farmer to have an eye to the general ap pearance of his land and buildings and fences. If he has not taste to admire these tkings himself (and any one who has not should be ashamed of it), he will find it to his account, when he comes to sell, to have looked after them. No one in buy ing overlooks the general aspect of the farm. This strikes the eye at once, and so affects the price. Every one, too, should have regard to the claims of good neighborhood, and should' feel it his duty to gratify public taste by such im provements and adornments as strike the eyes even of the passers by. But beneath the surface there is a work to be done constantly, in bringing the soil and every part of the farm up to a higher degree of fertility from year to year. It cannot all be done at once, but it should all be done, and it may be done by devoting special attention and labor and expense, now to this portion and now to that, and by degrees going through the whole. This month of January is Ihe very month in which to begin the work of improvements. The first part of the process is to have a plan which shall reach through the year and into future years, and just at this season every farmer has more or less leisure which he can profitably devote to a general super vision of his farm, a study of its needs and capabilities, and to a systematic ar rangement of the work that is to be done when the season for more active work shall open. Nothing is wanting on farms in general more than system a settled pka covering the farm and covering the year. Now is the time to arrange it, and so to begin the work of universal improvement. How Often Should Cows lie Jtlllked I Tlio fallowing- from the Irish Farm era' Gazette is worthy of consideration : Regularity in the milkii.g of cows is of as much importance as regularity in feeding them. In a state of nature, the cow is relieved of its milk a great many times each day. A calf allowed to re main with its mother will help itself seven or eight times a day. Under such circumstances, the udder of the cow will remain small, and if allowed to retain the milk secreted during twelve hours, feverish symptoms are likely to be pro duced. The practice of milking cows more than twice in the twenty-four hours causes the capacity of the udder to be increased, and probably helps in main taining the lacteal secretion long after pregnancy has taken place. When, how ever, by an- artificial system, the cow has been enabled to retain her milk without inconvenience for twelve hours or so, she ought to be milked regularly every day at the same hour. When the time for milking arrives, the udder usually becomes distended to its utmost capacity, and if it be not speedily removed the animal suffers considerable pain. Cases of fever, the result of allowing animals to remain too long unmilked, are, indeed, by no means of unf reqnent occurrence. It is especially necessary to attend to this point for some days after the ani mal has brought forth its young, for during that peried very little irritation of the lacteal organs 13 likely to bring on that most fatal of maladies, puerperal fever. If milking be too long delayed, nature will try to help the poor animal. An absortion of milk into the blood will to some extent take place, and that which rt mains in the udder will become deteriorated. When neglect to milk a cow at the regular time is repeated several times, the secretion of the fluid is permanently checked, and there are many cases where by such neglect an animal has become dry in less than a month. , - . - 1 A Sermon on the Horse. ' The Buffalo Express states that the Rev. Frederick Frothingham, who occu pies the pulpit of the Unitarian Church at Buffalo, took for his text last Sunday this verse from Exodus: "Behold the hand of the Lord is upon the cattle which is in the field, upon the horses, upon the asses, upon the camels, upon the oxen, and upon the sheep ; there shall be a very grievous murrain." And the preach er explained that a fearful plague has broken out among the horses, and has spread with the greatest rapidity from North to South, and from East to West. He then proceeded to discuss the "noble qualities and valuable services of the horse, an animal which is and has been for years the best and most reliable as sistant of mankind. Great dependence has ai all times been placed upon this equine servitor, and in this hour of his disablement we are made to feel with painful effect the extent and importance of his assistance. The public depends on the horse for all things. It is the horse that draws us for pleasure. It is the horse that aids us in the transporta tion of our property and goods of traffic. It is the horse that draws our fire-engines when the terrible bell ring's out the alarm of a conflagration. And in war what would be done without this noble animal? Sheridan depended upon him when he was twenty miles away' at Winchester, andhe horse filled his part splendidly!" ,-- " J" ; ; - . . n m - 'J i i J . i - i ' - . . . 1 Sorrow Doors in Stables The New England Farmer says : "A man who will habitually take a horse through a narrow door' knows very Jittle of what a horse remembers', or what is fair treatment to tne animal. One single blow of the hip against the sharp corner of a doorway is sometimes sufficient to ruin a valuable horse. But when that blow has been, several times repeated, the horse becomes valueless, because he has become a highly dangerous animal. We have seen a horse whose hips were never healed, after striking two or three times in passing through a narrow way. Another dangerous practice is the lead ing of horses out of the barn door by the side of loads of hay, grain, etc. A slight blow upon the hip will sometimes so excite a high spirited horse that the person leading loses control over him, and he escapes upon the jump, banking his shoulders and hips as he proceeds, leaving patches of skin and hair, as evi dence that he has got through. Many a valuable horse has been ruined in this way; and many a valuable one can be saved by never leading him through narrow space." White Australian Corn. A correspondent of the Western Farmer says : I procured one-half pound of White Australian corn, planted it on 15 square rods of ground, manured in the hill,' one-half shovelful in hill on May 18. It was 13 days before it showed itself above ground, on account of wet and cold. It matured fully by the 1st September. I husked 24 bushels of ears of good sound corn from the same. If all is well I shall make the effort to raise 300 bushels of the same corn from.one acre of ground manured in the hill, one shovelful in the hill, two kernels in hill four feet each way. See to the Sheep. Sheep thin in flesh should now be sorted from the flock and given the ad vantage of extra feed. In most flocks where there has been a natural increase many of the ewes have been reduced in sustaining two lives, and such will be very likely to furnish a pelt before spring unless properly fitted for winter. The way to keep a strong, healthy flock is not to let any member of it get poor. Anotheb Swamp Angel Gone. Brief mention has been made of the death of Andrew A. Strong, of the North Caro lina Swamp Angels, for whose capture the officers of Robeson county offered 1 ,000 and the magistrates of the State of North Carolina offered 5,000 more. Strong and "Steve" Lowery were, it will be remembered, the only survivors of the infamous " Lowery gang" of out laws who some time ago caused much trouble to the neighborhood. An ac count of Strong's end is given as follows: " On Thursday, at Eureka, a small town about eight miles from Wilming ton, a crowd of nondescripts, but few of them probably of more than average honesty, was gathered in a store at the station. One of them, a negro, secreted in his pocket a number of locks belong ing to the store, and a clerk named Wil liam Wilson, seeing the theft, demanded the return of the locks, and the thief resisting, they were obtained by force. About an hour after this Andrew Strong, who had evidently been drinking, came into the store and ordered Mr. Wilson to leave the county, swearing that if he did not he would kill him. The young man informed him that he would do so, whereupon Strong left the store. About 5 o'clock he returned more intoxicated than before, and repeated his commands, telling Mr. Wilson that if he found him there at 6 o'clock in the morning he would certainly kill him. After saying this the outlaw turned to leave the store, and as he did so Wilson raised a double barreled gun and discharged one barrel at the outlaw, planting eighteen buck shot in his neck and head. The body of the outlaw was, in spite of the pro testations of his friends, delivered to the Sheriff of the county, and Wilson re ceived the reward. "Steve" Lowery is now the only survivor of the gang of " Swamp Angels." Stokes and his Fellow-Murderers. A New York telegram says : The im pression that Stokes will be executed is general among the prominent lawyers, some of whom say he may get a stay of proceedings, but cannot escape ulti mately. Gov. Dix in his message says : "It will be in vain to hope for a sup pression of crime unless retribution is prompt and certain." Nobody expects any clemency from the new Governor in the case of Stokes or any other of the assassins in the Toombs. Stokes' de meanor in jail to-day was very quiet. He spent several hours with his clergy man. He will be restored to-morrow to his former well-furnished cell, the Sheriff having decided that his safe-keeping is not endangered there. The other mur derers in the Toombs awaiting trial have expressed various opinions in regard to the sentence of Stokes. King received the news sullenly, and was somewhat shpeked. Scannell has not said any thing, with the exception of asking how Stokes stood it during the sentence. Foster, who has got a stay of proceed ings, and is in the second tier of the prison, has felt very despondent since he heard of the conviction of Stokes. His appetite has been affected, and he seems stupefied. Sharkey said to an other prisoner, " By gracious, he is gone, Stokes is." Simmons has behaved with a dogged and sullen obstinacy. Stokes holds no communication with the other prisoners, and prefers to keep to himself, and hardly ever utters a word except to the keeper or a reporter. Guzzling Senators. I said to a Senator whom I met to-day one of long tenure here : " Has the habit of intoxi cation decreased in the Senate in your period ?" " Very much. When I en tered it, there were several constant drinkers. Sebastian, of Arkansas, was always full. One of his colleagues was very ugly under the influence of liquor. Brown, of Mississippi, drank; so did Mason, of Virginia. There were many steady drinkers besides these, and you know we had a liquor-bar right in the Capitol, in the room now occupied by the Marshal of the Supreme Court. There are half-a-dozen drinking Senators now; but two or three exercise all the unwholesome influence on the rest." Washington Letter. Chicago consumes 1,000,000 bushels of barley annually in brewing her 200, 000 barrels of beer. .., THE PEAS-FIL FILORIHS. A brace of sinners for their bouI's sal ration Were sent in penance to Loretto's shrine. Where fooi-sore pilgrims from every nation Flocked wearily to appease the wrat divine. Fifty long miles had these sad rogues to travel. With something in their shoos much worse than Tavel : In short, their toes so gentle to auiuse, The priest had ordered peas into their shoes. Ye Priest ordereth ye peas. A rostrum famous in ye olden times For purifying souls that s'.imk with crimes A sort of antiseptic salt, That zealous pietists do much exalt, For keeping souls of sinners sweeet, Just as our kitchen salt keeps meat. The knaves set out on the some day, Peas in their shoes to go and pray, But very different was their speed I wot : One of the sinners trotted on Light as a bullet from a gun, The other limped as if he had been shot. One reached the shrine, and soon peccavi cried, Had his soul whitewashed all so clever, When home again he nimbly hied. Made fit with saints to live forever. In coming back, however, let us say. He met his brother rogue about half way. Hobbling with outstretched paws and bending knees, Cursing the souls and bodies of the peas His eyes in tears, his cheeks and brow in sweat, Deep sympathizing with his groaning feet. Ye pilrjrim that hath peace. Ye pilgrim that hath pea. "How now!" the light-toed, whitewashed pilgrim broke " You lazy lubber." " Confound it !" cried the other, " His no joke ; My feet, once hard as rock, are soft as blubber. Excuse me, Holy Mary that I swear, As for Loretto, I shall not get there ; No ! to the bad my sinful soul must go, For hang me if I ha'n't lost every toe ! " But, brother sinner, do explain How 'tis that you are not in pain What power hath worked a wonder for your toes, Whilst I, just like a snail, am crawling, Now swearing now on saints devoutly bawling, And neither prayers nor swears can ease my woes? Toil and trouble, and Boil and bubble. " How ist that you can like a greyhound go, As merry as if naught had happened (' burn ye " Why," cried the other, grinning, " you must know, That just before I ventured on my journey, To walk a little more at ease, I took the liberty to boil my peas .'" J. P. Benjamin. Of all the men in the South who hazarded their all on the issue of the rebellion, no one, perhaps, has succeeded so well since the complete failure of the "lost cause " as Judah P. Benjamin. He was among the first Jews in this country who took a high rank among our lawyers and statesmen. For many years he represented Louisiana in the Senate of the United States, and his speech on leaving that body on the breaking out of the war was regarded as one of the most eloquent efforts ever made in this country. Under the Con federate Government he held the posi tion of Secretary of State, and the papers written by him in that capacity attracted great attention in Europe as weU as in this country. At the close- of the war he went to London, where he was naturalized, and upon complying with the necessary conditions was ad mitted to practice in the highest courts of Great Britain. His progress has been so rapid at the bar that he his been ap pointed Queen's counsel, arid it is now intimated by the English papers that he will be raised to the Bench as soon as a vacancy occurs. It would, indeed, be a most singular thing, in spite of all the prejudices of Enghshmen toward for eigners, and especially towards Hebrews, to see a Jew, who had been a member of the United States Senate, and a Cabinet officer in the Confederacy, elevated to the Queen's Bench, and giving decisions in relation to English law. An Unpleasant Visit. A lady called upon Mrs. Maria Kichardson, of Sum merton, Mich., recently, and, after chat ting for awhile, the latter asked to be excused, a moment and went up stairs. Soon the calit r observed blood trickling through the ceiling, and, following its direction, found 'Mrs. Kichardson with her throat fatally cut. Her visit was not altogether a pleasant one. ' IPeof. Txndall will not take any Amer ican money away with him. He'intends to give all he has made here to some scientific institution in this country. How Robert Collyer was Bothered. A lady residing in Milford, Mass., where Kobert Collyer recently lectured, and where the good man fairly lost his temper, wrote as follows to the Spring field Union: 8 Kobert Collyer, while lecturing in this place recently, was very much annoved because of the singularly undemonstra tive character of his audience. There are some Methodist preachers, we are told, who cannot preach with "liberty" until they have ebcited a few hearty "amens," and there are some, I regret to say, who, in default of these, mani festly " bid" for them. Thus with Mr. Collyer. He must be appreciated, or he could not comfortably or successfully get on. In the meantime, aggravating as was this utter want of extravagant ana imanous demonstration of satisfac tion the distinguished lecturer so eager ly craved, still more so was the " gritty" conduct of one of the young ladies in the audience. After the fashion of her grandmother she had brought her knit ting work with her. Why, indeed, shouldn't she thus improve' her time, killing, in this way, her two birds with one stone ? But this example of indus try, it seems, so far from being appre ciated by the lecturer, served but to ir ritate and greatly annoy him. Had not his equanimity already been seriously disturbed by the apparent lack of sym pathy on the part of his hearers ? And now for thatyouag miss thus deliberately to take out her knitting work, and, di rectly under the lecturer's eye, to go to knitting ; it was too much. This point where forbearance ceases to be a virtue had been reached, and the lecturer paused and politely requested the young lady to put up her knitting work, as it greatly disturbed him. But still she kept knitting. Presently he stopped again 1 nd repeated his request. But she kept knitting, knitting. Strange that it did not occur to him to turn the tables on the young lady by saying good naturedly : " Gentlemen and ladies, you have before you a fine illustration of my subject. There, I should say, is an ex ample of 'clear grit.'" Thus he would have been quite sure to " bring down the house," and thus elicit the very ap plause his heart was so aching for. But no, his better genius had quite deserted him, experienced as he is in dealing with popular audiences ; and so, after a few moments more, he requests for the third time the aforesaid young lady to desist from her knitting. But still, for all that, she kept on knitting, knitting, knitting, the same as before. The speaker now cut himself loose from his really delight ful Msteners, put spurs to his steed, and went galloping and careering through the remainder of his lecture at so rapid, reckless and break-neck a pace as to ren der it quite unintelligible to all save Al 1 l 1 muse wno were innis immediate vicinity. And alter tne close of the lecture Mr. Collyer, it is said, openly expressed him self as serionslv disrVlpnWI ilolovinn that he wouldn't come to Milford to lec ture agam for anything less than $1,000, and that if that young lady was to be present with her everlasting Vnittinc work, he should ask $1,500. "Baffled at last, snould be the title of that even ing's performance, and by a young wo man and her knitting work. Some one should compose a song in commemoration of the occasion, entvitlfvl " A-nrl ctill il kenf. Ifrtlft.incr lrm'fiTifT lriJv. t 'V. -01 "6f "'K : itine aays later, it appears, jllr. Col- lyer, navmg recovered nis equanimity, wrote the following apologetic and ex planatory letter to Mr. Blake, the Cor responding Secretary of the Graduate's Course, before which he lectured in Mil ford : On the Tbain, Dec. 16, 1872. Dear Sir : I feel sure I was mistaken in your people, and took a serious atten tion for indifference. I soon found in Western Massachusetts that this is your way ; and it is a very good way. But I shall not be able to come again this sea son. However, if ever I lecture much after this season, I shall be glad to come, how that we have found each other out. Yours, indeed, Robert Collyer. Open Fires. In every home there should be at least one open grate, or some other arrangement for burning wood or hard or soft coal. A fire which can be seen as well as felt a cheerful, bright, blazing fire, with a shovel and tongs and fender too, if you please which will attract the family by its social influences, is a grand thing m a home. Those black, grim, tartare an flues, filled with the stale odors of cellar and hot air chamber and seething water tank, and emitting clouds of pulverized ashes to cover your furniture and slifle your lungs, are among the greatest banes of family enjoyment and comfort. It is all well enough to have one's dwelling warmed from top to bottom, and .to have no coals to carry beyond the furnace, but this heating system has done im mense mischief to the family powers, scattering the members of it all over the house, and furnishing not one at tractive spot in which the inmates will gather, as by instinct they do, to enjoy the cheery comfort of the fireside. There is no fireside in most of our mod ern houses. There are only holes in the floor or in the walls. And we are dis posed to think that the good ventilation of the open fire adds not a little to the unconscious blessings of its hospitable and domestic influence. The sight of the little folks, as they sit musing and amused while the wood-fire burns, and watching the fantastic flames and the glowing coals, is worth many times the cost of that cord of hickory or oak at city prices, and a wise household would rather part with the furnace which that bright blaze supplements and atones for than with the low-down grate which makes the family circle a real thing, Try it, ye who can, and see if the moral, aesthetic, and domestic power of this style of home comfort is overestimated. Science of Health. , . Severe Sentence. A pretty severe sentence has just been passed upon a young man at the Annapolis Naval Academy for disobeying orders, using threatening language to and assaulting the sergeant of the guard, to wit : that he be confined two years at the marine barracks and perform police duty at the garrison during that period. He is also to wear during the same time a 12-pound ball attached to his left leg by a chain four feet long, and after his confinement he is to be dishonorably discharged from the service, -r '' i " : : . . '. - - " A.-- Tar-Heel."- Stuck away in, a corner, rolled up almost like a ball; was the countryman who had pail 50 cents for having his boot, pulled off. "Please read my ticket," he said, handing it to me. "I can't read." I did so, and asked where he was from. "Indiana," he replied. ' . Indiana, and can't read ! It was most too unnatural, and I ventured to ask him if he was born in that State. " No, sir," he answered. " I was born in North Carolina. " My guess was right after all. He was a veritable Tar-heeL " How long have you been living in Indiana," I asked. "Two years. I'm just now going " Don't you like it up there ?" "Not SO mic-htv well A SnntVmrn man don't have a fair show. You see I was in the rebel armv four -vAtira T'm willing to acknowledge that I'm whipped, uui, x uuu 1 want to tane ail tne blame on our side for all the trouble. Up in Indiana they seem to think that all the blame should go agin the South. I don't quite acknowledge them principles, and that makes discord. The Democrats sorter held up for me, but there ain't many about where I live. We only polled about thirty-four votes in the township out of about three hundred." "You got in among the Radicals, then?" " No ; the sort about where I live are not old straight-out 'Pubbcans. I call them worse than Radicals." "Are you going to return to North Carolina?" " Yes ; I can't be satisfied in Indiana. A Southern poor man has bttle show there, I tell you. 'Pears like the whole community is suspicious of him. Then, I believe that every man gets along bet ter among his own sort of people. The Northern folks are different from the Southerns a heap different. They don't even chew tobacco alike. Up there they use what they call 'fine cut.' I don't wamt any of it in mine. We North Carolinians stick to the old plug. Well, but that ain't the only difference. Southern people have bigger hearts. They are more kind and considering. They don't make money their god, hke the Yankees. I know men about Indi anapobs that have got enough of money to buy out half of North Carolina, but still they are on the hunt for more. Seems like they can't get enough. So much money, or trying to get more, or something, that makes them cross. They won't stop and talk like a Southern man. If you ask one of them the way anywhere, he will nearly snap your head off. A Southern man will stop and give you all the directions you want, and talk with you a long time, and ask you about your crops and family, and if you won't come in and take a drink, and if you don't want to come around to the field and see some of his stock, and all that. But up North, I tell you, they don't do things on that style. They won't stop Ions enouerh to answer von a civil mips. tion. In the cities every fellow walks line tne devil was alter him. A Northern man in a citv will wnllr faster tlmn a North Carolina horse can cn. nml l.ho-v will run over you if you don't get out of the way, which a horse won't do. I never saw sucn people to stave ahead unu let every ieuow loot out lor him self. 'Pears hke they don't care any thing for one another. They ain't jovial, and don't go in for a good time hke w( in North Carolina. Yon ran aimr it Indiana a year and never be invited to drink, but you can't in North Carolina. But they get us on the money. They nave got more money than we have, that's a fact. The two people are alike only in one way, they have both got to die and leave what they have, and there we have the advantage, for we haven't much to leave and be sorry for." " So you don't hke Indiana ?" I mused. " No ; she's too cold and swift for me. I want to get back to the old North State, where things are run more ac cording to my notion. I am plumb sick of Indiana. The old woman has soured on it too. She says she would rather have a dirt floor cabin in North Carolina than a whole township in Indiana. Dr. H. V. Redfield, in Cincinnati Com mercial. An Editor's Lament. Who ever thinks of sitting down and writing a letter of condolence to an editor upon the rejec tion of a MS.? Who is there to remind him that these afflictions, which are but for a moment, etc., etc.? Here he is made by Providence the inflicter of a thousand hurts, and with no one to drop a sympathetic tear ! Heavy-hearted, he frames gentle excuses and deprecatory declinations, knowing well that there is no art of putting things that can prevent a pang. The blow may be received with a sneer and a hit back ; or with a real or feigned heartiness ; or with hopeless re signation. The first experience, he sup posed, is next in comfort to a letter of condolence ; the second will do very well unless the author has taken too much encouragement, and is dooming himself to new and graver disappointments ; but your resigned cases there is the con founded part of it ! It was never any portion of his literary fjnbition to per form the part of an executioner ; he is too sensible of his own shortcomings to want to sit in judgement upon other peo ple's work and yet he is made to figure, in the syes of a host of good and gentle souls, either as a person of no heart or of no brains he is only too grateful when it is merely the lack of brains of which he is accused. Of course said my unhappy friend there are certain MSS. that can be re turned with compunctions. H an editor could add to his printed and written " forms," one addressed to " idiots," an other to " ignorant braggarts," another to " insolent grinders," another to "im pertinent old ladies in pantaloons," his correspondence would be simplified, and his conscience saved. , But what becomes of a man's moral nature after he has in vented some nine hundred white bes in a twelvemonth ! Scribner's. A WBTraB of repute has calculated that, upon an average, every 500 miles of railway adds $120,000,000 yearly to the national wealth, which is enough to pay the interest of the national debt. If we call the addition, however, but one-half of this writer's estimate $60, 000,000 per annum the result would be satisfactory enough to all reasonable people. - American HumoristsTheir Precarious Fame. We. enjoy having: a new name to ad mire and laud, and after a Httle while we enjoy equally its depreciation and denunciation. We all seem willing to lif t a person to a certain height, and we rebsh seeing him there as long as we can delude ourselves with the notion that we aided to put him in the position. Hear ing others extol him, we grow envious and cynical ; fall to piercing him with arrows of satire, and are dehghted whert he is down, never to rise again. a sngnt retrospect will prove the truth of the statement. We can easily recall the wide popularity Doesticks mortimer xnompson; gained as a hu morist. His Damphool was in every body's mouth, and in many peisons character. His sketches were larghed at immoderately. He came from De troit, Mich., to New York and the Trib une, and sinctillated for a year or two. Then he was pronounced wearisome, and ere long he sank out of sight. He wrote for the weekly story-papers, but he lost his attraction, and recently went to Min neapolis, Minn., to assist in editing a daily. Artemus Ward followed. From a humble local reporter on a Cleveland (O.) journal he rose to more than na tional reputation. His phrases were quoted by the people, and his lecture drew crowds. He suffered an eclipse. He wsnt .to England because, as it was said, his jokes were all known here. He died, and the enconiums that had been suspended were revived over his grave. " Nasby" (Locke) rose to fame imme diately after the war ; had his culmina tion and decline. You seldom see his badly spelled screeds now, though he lectures with pecuniary profit ; edits the Toledo Blade, and is worth $250,000. Orphens C. Kerr (Robert H. Newell) was highly commended for his clever satires on the Army of the Potomac in a New York weekly, but because invisible with the return of peace. He is attached at present to the staff of the World, and does the " Social Studies" in the Sunday issue. Mark Twain (Samuel L. Clemens) was brought to the surface by the " Jumping Frog," and universally advertised by his extremely ludicrous ' ' Innocents Abroad. " As the funny man on the Galaxy he was pronounced such a failure that he retired from his department in confusion and panic. His "Roughing It" is wholly inferior to his other book, though it has sold largely. The pubbc are wearying of him a bttle, and he must arouse him self if he cares for his laurels. Bret Harte conquered attention by his extraordinary tales in the Overland and grew celebrated by his trifle, " The Heathen Chinee." Cities and pubHca tions bid for him, and Boston and the Atlantic carried him off. Since then he has been stifled almost. We have had no really clever thing from him, accord ing to the critics, who consider his ivigrt at an end. John Hay came home from Europe, wrote "Little Breeches" and "Jim Bludsoe," and was made the theme of countless paragraphs. His admirable book, " Castiban Days," gave him repu tation among the cultivated, but they are the few. He is doing fine strong work on the Tribune, but he is slipping out of the pubbc eye. Even Joaquin Miller, the poet of the Sierras, has almost had his day. His songs.are pronounced monotonous, and his genius a manufactured article. We await, at this moment, another coming man somebody to put up and pull down. He will be along anon. The question is : Do our humorists and literary bghts decline, or do we declare them exhausted because they are such, or because we are merely fickle ? New York Correspondent St. Louis Globe. How Much is Ten peb Cent, of Nothing ? A funny case has been re ferred to the Secretary of the Treasury from Savannah, Ga., for settlement. Ii appears that a firm down there have brought cotton ships in with sand bal last, and dumped the sand on the wharf. The Custom-House Appraiser came along and assessed the sand ten per cent, ad valorem, which amount he de manded of the importer. The importer at once appealed to the Secretary of the Treasury. This morning a sealed bag, marked " drop shot," was ushered into the Treasury building. There seemed to be a mystery about it, and thoughts of nitro-glycerine, fulminating powder, and other explosive material suggested themselves, when the weight of the bag proved conclusively that its contents were not shot. The bag was opened with great care, and its contents were at once called saltpeter, dung-salt, and rock-salt by different lookers-on. But on examining a card attached to it, reference was found to a letter in regard to sand ballast, and the crystally, dirty sand was the article referred to as hav ing been assessed ten per cent. duty. The importer represented that the sand is of no value whatever, and was only thrown in as ballast. The Secretary, upon this information, felt convinced that the duty of ten per cent, would not hurt it, and affirmed the decision of the Collector of the port of Savannah in the case. Washington Letter. Too Stingy to Live. "Too stingy to live " is a very common expression. Its general sense is that the person to whom it is appbed is so penurious that the Lord ought not longer to permit him to exist. But " too stingy to Uve " has another signification given to it by the death of a couple of miser brothers named Clarkson, who undertook to save their wood pile during the late visit of the "arctic wave." These frugal brothers lived near Pittsfield, HL, were butchers by profession, and worth some $20,000. The other morning each was found dead and frozen stiff in his separate bed. It's a wonder they did not, for economy's sake, occupy the same poorly clad couch. They had plenty of money in their pockets, a stove in the house, and several cords of wood at the door. They had no thermometer, and evidently did not think it was so "awful" cold after all. To save fuel they came home and went to bed with out a fire, hoping, doubtless, for a thaw. But alas, the " arctic wave " rolled over them, and in this world, at least, they know no warmth. They were literally " too stingy to bve.''--Prairie Farmer. These ire 2,303 periodicals in Faance, of which 46 are in Paris.