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C. If. WALK Kit & .1. H. ODER,
VOLUME I.
To a Wave.
BY roL. K I). IUKKR.
Dost thou seek a star with thy swelling frost,
O wave, that leavest thy mother’s breast
Dost thou leap from the prison's -lepths h- low
In scorn of their calm and constant How?
Or art thou socking some distant land.
To die in murmurs uj on the strand ?
Hast thou talcs to tell of the pearl lit deep.
Where the wave-whelmed mariner rocks in
sleep? ...
Oanst thou speak of navies that sunk in pride,
lire the roll of th* ir thunder in echo died ?
What trophies, what banners are floating free
In the shadowy depths of that silent sea ?
It were vain to ask. as thou rollcst afar,
<)f banner or mariner, ship or star ;
It were vain to seek in thy stormy faco
Some tale of the sorrowful past to trace :
Thou art swelling high: thou art dashing tree:
How vain are the questions we ask of thee.
I too am a wave on the stormy sea :
I too am a wanderer, driven like thee ;
1 too am seeking a distant land.
To he lost and gone ere I reach the strand ;
For the land I seek is a waveless shore.
And they who once reach it shall wander no
more.
THE MAX WHO SEVER LAUGHED.
i.
I had Jin old friend. If fate should
ever lead you to the giave-yard at
Rhciin, you might read his name on a
slab that is neighborly with tin* tomb of
Abbe Caste!, tin amiable poet, who has’
received credit for some tilings which
were produced by somebody else. It is
as much as 10 years that my old friend
has lain under the cypress trees that
his grandchildren planted over him.
The wind has gradually filled with earth
the inscription which was intended to
inform the public: “ Here lies M.
Jem Bernard.” Moss lias crept over
the specimen of lapidary caligraphy
until the letters of the epitaph have
become a velvet green of the most
picturesjue appearance.
My old friend, like a goodly number
of those who sleep about him, was
something besides a tender spouse and
excellent father for whose soul prayers
are offered up. He was brave and ad
venturous ; he had traveled extensively,
had been shipwreeked half a dozen
times and was the pos-essor of a j
worldly experience well worth consult- j
ing. It was a most singular thing, i
however, that, in spite of his amiable
and often jolly humor, he never
laughed.
M. 1 Bernard was fond of telling j
pleasant stories, but while all around
him were convulsed with laughter, In* j
alone retained his impassibility. His j
features would become animated, his
forehead wrinkled, his eyes would spai
kle and enjoyment was plainly visible : j
but, as to his lips, they did not seem to 1
he able to express even the silen gri- !
mace that Fontenelle tolerated—the
smile.
One evening—it was on board the
English steamer Solent—a r.ewphew of
my old friend was sitting by my side.
“Toll me,” 1 said suddenly to the
young man. “why is it that your uncle
never laughs?”
“What! Have you also remarked
that peculiarity ? It is an old story,
that dates away back to the days of his
boyhood.”
“Can’t you tell me about it ?”
“Y*s; on condition, however, that
you will be careful never to make any
allusion to it in my uncle’s presence.*’
I promised •, but, now that my old
friend is dead, I can take my turn and
tell why it was that he never laughed.
ii.
In 1814, during the great war in
Franco, M. .lean Bernard had reached
his fifteenth year. Jle was living in
Nancy with his mother. His father had
been killed in la ipsic, and his elder
brother, a captain in the young guards,
was one f the 70,000 heroes who dispu
ted, step by step, the inarch of the allies
on the soil of France, who e success lay
in their numbers alone.
It was a rainy day at the end of
February. The Prussians, beaten the
night before by Napoleon, lied toward
Nancy, and traversed hastily the almost
deserted streets of the town. Worn out
and covered with mud, they formed on
the public place in front of the Hotel
do Ville. Suddenly, there was heard
the gallop of a score of horses; the sol
diers, hurrying on and turning their
heads to look back, loaded their guns.
They felt li d they were pur ued by the
terrible cuirassiers who had passed their
lines on the night before.
“They are afraid?” cried a young
boy, who was one of a small crowd ol
citizens looking on.
A burly captain, with a grizzly mus
tache and an athletic form, heard the
remark, looked the hoy in the face and
advanced toward him. My old friend—
the young boy, I mean—turned very
pale, hut doubled up his lists and
awa ted his coming. The colossal
Prussian stepped up, seized the boy by
the throat, slapped his face, and threw
him to the ground. This revenge ue
complished, ne lengthened out lii.s step
to regain his already retreating com
pany.
Tne young Frenchnnii jumped
quickly to Ins feet—livid, breathless,
mad with rage—threw himstlf upon
one of the retreating grenadiers with
an effort to disaim him. He was quickly
thrown to the ground, trampled under
feet, and wounded in the breast with a
sabre. The curious crowd that had
gathered had fled in a state of conster
nation when the trouble beg in, and the
enemy was already out of town, when
the young Bernard, in his paroxysm of
rage, was still fighting in his ov\n blood
with an imaginary foe.
He was picked up and carried home.
A brain fever placed his days and his
reason in danger, and it to;>k all a
mothers care to bring him back to life.
He never spoke of til's adventure,
which he seemed to have forgotten, and
everybody was careful not to recall it.
His character was visibly affected ; from
frankness and joyousness he had be
come taciturn, and when he was par
ticularly happy he contente.l himself
with simply smiling.
After the year 1815 Jean Bernard was
placed in a bank, while his brother re
nounced the profession of arms and
bought him a far : in the neighborhood
of Melun.
HI.
1 here was a heavy storm in Mayence
on the 21st ol November, I >22 raining
from S o clock in tin* morning till mid
night. Toward s o’clock on the evening
of that dav Major Hu-mr of the Pius
sian army, was dancing his little girl on
his kr.ee as usual, giving her his mus- i
taeh to pull, and listening to the recital :
of her prayers. After receiving several j
of those big, child-’.ike kisses that re- j
sound so charmingly, lie laid her down
in her little eraile. As soon as M’ile
Charlotte had closed her eyes, her
mother rocking h r ami singing softly
one of those little lullabies that can he
traced even to the savages, the officer
went into the pat lor, where his mother
sat waiting for him. He kissed her
forehead in sincere filial aflVelion, then
walked up and down the long room
several times, halting finally before a
window to look out upon the gleam of
light that str tched from the parlor
candles upon the wet sidewalk.
A graceful young woman, one finger
on her lips anti stepping lightly out of
the room where her little girl had just
fallen asleep, approached the dreamer,
who, though he had just been promoted
to a majoiity, still wore his captain’s
uniform.
“ What are you dreaming of, Fred
eric?” she asked, as she leaned her
head against her husband’s shoulder.
“Of you, Martha,” he answered, as
reached out his arm to draw her toward
him.
“ Is it the rain which makes you so
sad?”
“ No, but the prospect of passing my
evening at the inn, when it would he so
much pleasanter for me to stay at home
with you.”
“ Then why do you go?”
“ You forget, my dear, that my old
fiiends, Wcisch and Buggler, have of
fered me a punch for to-night, which
we are to drink in honor of my promo
tion.
“ Can’t I go with you ?”
“ No,” answered the Major, who
couldn't keep from laughing at the idea
of seeing his Martha enter tin* bar room
of an inn.
•* Then they don’t allow women in
your miserable old tavern?”
“It is they who ic-u-e to come. At
least, that was the way of it when l was
i lieutenant. Since then. Maltha, I have
| been with you so much that I don’t
j know whether there lias been any
change or not.”
“ Then go quick, so that you can come
hack all the sooner,” said the young
wife, as she disengaged herself from he r
husband’s arms.
Major Harner, who had now reached
I his tliuty-fourth year, was one of tlie
! most promising officers <4' tin* Prus-ian
; army. His character was mild, and his
i regular features cm l ied an expression
j that was rather melancholy than othcr
| wise. He threw his great army cant
about him, buttoned it up, looked out
at the window, and then came hack and
sat down opposite his mother ami be
side his wife. Martha had in her hand
one of M’lle Charlotte’s little ribbons,
which that young lady was probably
dreaming of at that very moment.
“Come, go on, now, and let me have
this sofa all alone,” said his wife, who
saw his hesitation, and wished to help
| him out of it.
She received another kiss, and the
Major, after having traversed the room
three or four times with measured
tread, hade his mother “good night !"
with a sigh, stopped a moment la-foie
the door of the bed-chamber to hear the
regular breathing of his child, and then
went away.
There was still a line and drizzling
rain outside. It was quite a distance
between the Major’s house and the
cafe “Aux Amies de Brandenburgh,”
which was situated near the cathe
dral.
“ Devil take Buggler and Weisch for
breaking in upon my habit-, such wea
ther as this,” muttered the officer, as he
felt the rain in his face.
Th re was a time when the rain would
not have made much difference to him ;
and then he would have hern equally
indifferent how late he remained at tin*
tavern. But that was when he was a
lieutenant, when he was in France,
when his mother was far away and be
fore he knew Martha.
The Major was late in arriving, and
h’s appearance was received with the
most respectful salutation from his sub
ordinates and a hearty shake of the
hand from his friends.
The veteran Buggler, who had been
the first to arrive, had taken the largest
table in the room. He broke out in
hurrahs when he saw his companion
enter the room. Hasner had served
under liis command, and he was de
lighted at his promotion. As to Weisch,
in arose, spread out his mouth, and his
great porcelain pipe vibrated in the air
as it hung for a moment between his
teeth, a post it never leit except to be
filled again.
iv.
Although Mayence in 1822 contained
a IV deral garrison, the cafe Aux Arrnes
h* Brandenburgh was frequented only
by Prussian officer-. The jokes of his
two friends and the congratulations of
everybody soon drove away the Major’s
laid humor. They all went back to the
battle-field. The recollections of the
past were revived while the punch was
brewing under the personal superinten
dence of a captain who had very will
ingly taken charge of this feature of the
evening’s entertainment.
Suddenly the door opened as if it had
been burst in by the wind, and a gust of
damp air agitated the dense clouds of
smoke and made the lamps flicker. A
young man, wrapped in a cloak, en
tered the room. llis eyes, of a sober
gray, took a rapid sweep of all around
him. He seemed to hesitate as to
where he should sit down—first went to
ward two old musraches that were en
gaged in a game of chess, then by a sud
den change* of resolution took Ins place
at the little table where Major Hasner
was.
The citizens of Mayence very rarely
visited the cafe Aux Amies de Bran
dt*. ihurgh unless accompanied by an offi
cer. There was a silence at all the ta
bles for the purpose of inspecting the
new-comer, who threw back the wet
collar of his cloak and let it fall upon
the chair. Light-complexioned, pale,
and with a. new-born mustache cover
ing his upper lip, he said curtly to the
waiter who asked him what he would
have :
“ Brandy, beer, anything you like.”
The conversation, thus interrupted
for a moment, was taken up again, and
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the u .iter p aced a glas* before the j
! stranger.
“(ientlemen,” sa d the latt* i\ as he
; tunud to the officers who wor*r watch
ing the | regress of the punch, “ which
one of you speaks French?”
“ I know something of the language,”
answered Major Hasner, as he arose,
“in what wav can I be of service to
you ?*’
The young man looked into the calm
face beforv him for a moment, then
shut It is eyes and pressed one of his
hands to his breast, as if be were in
pain.
“1 beg your pardon,” he added, in a
trembling voice, a moment after, “ but
are not thes*”—and he pointed to the
epaulets on the Major’s shoulder—“ire
not these the insignia of a c.i] t tin in
the Prussian army?”
Hasner had scarcely answered in the
affirmative, when, without having no
ticed the rapid movement of the young
man’s arm, lie felt a blow in the face.
All the officers jumped up iinmedi
ately and surrounded the Frenchman,
who hol<l himself at bay against the
wall. Hasner was about to fall upon
upon him, when his friends Weisch and
Buggler seized him and held him off’.
Then a bottle was hurled at the hea 1
of the stranger by one of the officers,
and broke into a crash upon the wall.
“ Hold, gentlemen,” cried Hasner.
“ this affair is mine.”
He then stepped in front of the man
who had insulted him as if he feared
that the latter was going to run away.
“ I do not know you,” he said, after
looking at the Frenchman a moment.
“Six years ago,” replied the other,
“ one of your countrymen, a captain
like you, slapped my face on the pubjie
square of my native town. I tried to
avenge myself, and I was thrown to the
ground, beaten and wounded by his sol
diers. I always felt that blow till a
moment ago, and I only awaited th**
death of my mother to demand satis
faction for it. I arrived in this town
this evening, and, less eowardly than
your compatriot, I addressed myself
to you—that is, to a man and not a
child.”
A niuimur arose among the officers,
hut the Major suppressed it.
“ I am innocent of the outrage that
was committed upon you, monsieur,”
In* soid on raiding his head sadly ; “ I
would not have struck a child any more
than you, belh ve me. You have no
longer a mother—so much the hotter,
for you have placed me under the
necessity of killing you. My friends,”
added the Ma jor, turning to Wcisch and
Buggler, “ I leave the arrangement of
evciything to you.”
v.
The next day, about 8 o’clock in the
morning, a post-chaise carried M. Jean
Bernard on his way back to France.
At the same hour Weisch and Buggler
canied t* Martha the inanimate corpse
of her husband—killed* without having
bail the time ever to put on his Major’s
uniform.
“My uncle,” continued the young
man who told the sad story, “ whose
good heart and fair dealing you know
as well as any one, learned only too
late that lie whom lie had in Mil tod had
a mother, a wife, a child, and was no
longer a captain. He has never ceased
to think ot ihe orphan. And now you
know why he never laughs.”
Hearing.
The art of not hearing i* fudy as im
portant to domestic happiness as a cul
tivated ear, for which so much time and
money is expend* d. There are fo many
tilings which are so piinful to hear,
many of which, if heard, will disturb
the temper and detract from content
ment and happiness, that every one
should be educated to take in or shut
out sounds at will. If a man falls into
a violent passion and calls me all man
ner of names, the first word shuts my
ears, and I hear no more. If in my
quiet voyage of life 1 am caught in one
of these domestic whirlwinds of scold
ing, I shut up my ear?, as a sailor would
furl his sail, and, making all tight, scud
before the gale. If a hot and restless
man begins to inflame my feelings, I
consider what mischief tlnse sparks
might do in the magazine below, where
my temper is kept, and instantly close
the door. Does a gadding, mischief
making fellow begin to inform me what
people are saying about me,down drops
the portculis of my ear, and he cannot
get in any further. Some people feel
so very anxious to hear everything that
will vex and annoy them, they set about
searcl ing and finding it out. If ail
the petty things said of one by the
heedless or ill-natured idlers were to be
hinught home to him, he would become
a mere walking pin cushion, stuck full
of sharp remarks, j should as soon
thank a man for emptying on my head
a bushel of nettles, or setting loose a
swarm of mu-ketoes in my chamber, or
raising a pungent in my house generally,
as to bring upon me all the tattle ol
spiteful people. If you wou’d be happy,
when among good men open your ears;
when among had, shut them. It is not
worth while to hear what your seivants
say win n they have slammed the door;
what a beggar says whose petition you
have reject! d ; what your neighbors say
about your children ; what your rivals
say about your business or dress. I
have noticed that a well-bred woman
never hears an impertinent remark. A
kindof disc reet deafness saves one from
not a little appaicnt connivance in dis
honorable conversation. — Spring field Re
publican,
Professor Morse as an Artist.
An inteiesting memento of the late*
Professor Morse is a large historical
painting which hangs in the Mayor’s
office at the Charlestown (Massachu
setts) C;ty Hall. It has no spec’al ar
tistic merit, and when it was discovered
among the rubbish of the old City Hall
a couple of years ago there was some
discussion as to what it intended to
represent. Professor Morse’s name
having been found upon the hack of
the canvas, a letter of inquiry was writ
ten to him. His reply was a very in
teresting letter, giving some pleasant
personal details. The picture, it seems,
was the “ Landing ot* the Pilgrims,“
and was painted by Professor Morse at
tin* age of nineteen, and his first effort
at historical painting.
Current 1 fetus.
Women in** now admitted to lifty I
American colleges.
Tiif. m*w Viceroy of Canada is the
grandson of Sheridan.
Leap orf. has been found at Coffey
ville, Kansas, that assays 05 per cent.
Jackson county, Kansas, p.id *2.770
for gopher scalps last yen*, at, 20 cents |
eJch.
There arc three hundred and sev
enty rigulir colleges in the Unit*-!
States, according to the New York
Tribune,
The dog crop cf the Union is esti
mated at 21,000 000 Of that number
Upwards of a hundred thousand go
nmd annually, and bite about 10,000
par,pin.
Snow was Kd deep in Little Cotton
wood canyon, Utah, lecently, that an
or Unary question was : “Can you ob
lige* me with an iron rod to bore for my
cabin ?’’
The business on the B Itimorc* and
Ohio railroad increases at an enormous
rate. Forty locomotives and 2,000
cars will 1 o added to the rolling stock
tliis year.
Work upon the tunnel tinder the
Falls of .St. Anthony has stopped for
want of funds, and tin* committee in
charge find themselves eight thousand
dollars in debt.
By judicial decisions in Virginia, the
war, in the eyes of the law, continue 1
during the whole period from the 17th
•if April, 1801, to the 20th of January,
1870. when the State was readmitted to
the Union.
In Turkey, when a minister offends,
they cut his head off. In Russia, when
a Catscazy incurs th** displeasure of the
government, ho is sent to live in Paris
on .‘>,ooo rubles a year. The punish
ment is capital in both instances.
Owinu to an accident in a Maysville
(Kv.) distillery the other day, a quan
tity ot partially made whisky was turned
into a pond near the building. A num
ber of cows drank of it .icely and be
came intoxicated, and a number oftliom
have since died.
Tiie Pittsburgh Water Commirsioners
have become possessed of about 100
aer< son Brilliant and Harrifon Hill,
cost.ng $075,000. The Commission no* d
still further'a site for the Croft’s Hill
reservoir; but that matter has been
postponed for the j resent.
A Russian printer has invented a
type-setting machine, which, the St.
Petersburg papers assert, far surpasses
all similar machines that have hitherto
been produced. It sets in an hour
10.000 letters ; it costs 5,000 rubles; and
the setting of 1,000 let tors thereby costs
only 5 cents.
A man at Louisville ran away wi it his
wife,recently, mistaking her for another
woman. She was disguised, tin* heal
chronicler says. Since the tragic event,
all the neglected wives in that city wash
their faces and comb their hair in the
hope that their husbands may take
them for somebody else.
Somebody wrote repeatedly to General
Sehenck, our Minister to London, for
his autograph. The General is sdd to
have written the following reply:
“Sir, I hasten to comply with your re
quest, and take this method of inform
ing you that you are an unmitigattd
nuisance. K. C. Sehenck.”
Tennyson's “Charge of the Light
Brigade’’ has translated into
W* 1-h, and the opening part- reads as
follows: “Bhuthrweh y’mlean ddew
rion I ganol 1> eynwr bbl I ddryn angan
Marchogal’r olive’ ehannwr.” .Maga
zine readers will readily recognize this
language as the one Walt Whitman has
be**n writing in.
An enthusiastic ritualist, wishing to
make a gilt to his rector at Easter, or
dered a beautiful embroidered clerical
vestment to be made. He gave direc
tions that the garment should he sent
by express and marked C. O. D., and so
it was, in the most elegant style of fancy
needlework upon the back, where it
could plainly be seen of men and wo
men.
The mails having, for a week, failed
to conic to time in an Arkansas town,
the local paper says it hits l een forced
to draw Jnavily on the almanacs for
copy, ami if communication with tin*
outer world should be still longer <ut
off, 4 we will he obliged next week to
make extracts from the Bible; thus
supplying some of our readers, at
least, with matter entirely new to
them.”
A man named Hart, living about
twelve miles north of Cliatsworth, 111.,
the other day set fire to the stubbles in
a slough, from which his hay stack and
stable caught fire. He ran to the stable
to get his horses out, hut before he
could unfasten them the fir** hurst into
the stable. He managed to crawl out
with the help of his wife. 11 is little
son, five y* ais old, who went out to
look for him was caught in the stable
and was burned to death with the six
hoisei and a eolt. Hart was badly
burned.
Another Baby Monstrosity.
The Shelby (< ffiio) News says : “ There*
exists, at out three and a half miles
north of Shelby, r, curiosity almost as
great as the double child of Morrow
county. It is a child about eight years
old, the body of which has never grown,
and its head only Uje lir.st.yeyr after its
birth. The head, however, is very large,
weighing much more than the body—
perhaps twenty-five pounds alone. It
cannot walk or i-peak, but gives evidence
of intelligence. It takes food in the
usual manner, having had iufjttff teeth
cut, which have been succeeded by
others. Its hetlth lias generally been I
good, ami exhibits playfulness as child
r*n g nenilly do when in health, yet it
is as ii* lpiesK as a child two days old.
The parents, denies and Jane Powell,
are aged about forty years, and no cause
has or can be. assigned by them for this
, strange phenomenon, which tin* mother j
had during the peri >d of gestation. The i
; parents have frequently been asked to
pel n.it the child to be exhibited, but
! have rr'CdwhtW stfch tfeqilestM
Farm and Garden.
i Fa mur. s’ Diet, —Bacon or pork in some
shape or other is too common an article •
of diet amongst farmer- the world over. :
This is doubtless due to the fart that !
markets and butchers ate not veiy
plentiful in the* country. But firmer*
could well use more mutton > nd loss
pork, and if the taste were once er***ted,
the convenience of pork es a regular
I diet would be found not si great as is
now tl.ought. With fro h or dried
mutt* n and more cheese, the Tinner's
table, might b* more agreeably and
equally well supplied, as wbh the at
present perpetual pork.
Cause of the Deterioration of the Wheat
< rop, —Fredct iek Watts Unmmis-b nor
of Agriculture, in a recent letter sms:
“ The expel i* nee of many years has led
me to the conclusion that the deteriora
tion of t he wheat crop is mainly attiib
utablo to the improper and untimely
u-e of barnyard manure. in our prac
tice the clover sod is turned down and
planted with corn. The ground is
again plowed in the spring and sowed
with oats, and upon the s'ubble of this
crop all the manure of the htrnyard is
put, then plowed again and sowed
with wheat. This delicate plant is
thus subject*.d to the rawness and
gloss ness of harnvard food, with all its
germs of (lies, worms, lice and 1 tigs —
seemingly a sufficient cause of the un
successful growth of a grain so pure and
delicate as wheat. Corn is the Log of
plants,and will devour food of any qual
ity and thrive upon it. Here, then,
upon the sod, to he plowed for corn,
is tlu* place for barnyard manure. Bury
it deep, and when the corn is cut off’,
break the stubble even with theground
during winter. In tin* spring harrow
tin* ground well, sow your oils upon it
and roll it. You will thus keep your
manure where you put it, and not sub
ject the oat crop to being thrown down
by it. When this crop is removed,
bring your manure to the surface by
deep plowing and thomugh tillage
The barnyard manure having thus re
ceive*! proper preparation, is a fit food
for the wheat plant. Experience has
taught me this le son. On my farm in
IVnnsylvuniu I never fail to raise a sat
isfactory crop of wheat, and I have
known no such thing as midge, Hessian
fly, or army worm.”
Grinding Feed. —An immense saving
is effected by biuising, pulping, and
crushing ali kinds ol food giv* n to le* d
>ng stock and draught horses, and the
only wonder D, when so many clever
machines are to be purchased, that tiie
practice is not universally adopted. We
ae no believers in giving food to ani
mals condensed into a small space;
bulk is in all eases essential to healthy
action of the digestive organs, but con
centrated matters containing highly
nutritive properties may ho rendered
most valuable and cflici. lit by adopting
tlu* easy process of cutting hay and
straw into chaff*, and mixing it with the
condensed material. Straw, especially,
may he utilize*! in this way, that under
other conditions an animal would not
eat. The food is quicker and easier
pissed on to be digested the* longer
time a beast has to sleep and rod, and
hence the waste of material conse
quent upon moving about is econo
rnized.
Trapping Out Worms in Gardens. —An
exchange says: It is very annoying af
ter having set out a nice lot of sweet
potatoes or o.ibba.e plants, to see them
cut down one by one by cut worms.
We have tried ashes, Line, soot, and, in
fact, everything we have ever heard of,
but never found anything effectual un
til, by accident, we found three or four
of the worms gathered under a small
board which had been left by some, chil
dren on a sweet potato lull. Acting
upon this hint, we placed small pieces
ot board, large chips, etc., all through
ii;** patch, and we trapped them by
hundreds. Th** boards must be. lifted
early in tin* morning, and on very warm
days again about noon. A little care
for a few days will clear these pests out
of the garden. One Dial will siti.-fyany
person of the merits of this plan.
Promising Growth of Mane and Tad. — I
give the following recipe, which I have
personally proved to b; efficient in ic
storing a healthy growth of hair on the
tail and manes of* horses: (L>rrosive
sublimate (hydbichloride), ox \ muriate
of mercury, each four grains in one
ounce of distilled water. Wash the
parts where the hair is thin with warm
water and soap, then mb dry with a
linen cloth, and immediately after rub
in some of the above liniment. If the
hair has been rubbed off’ by the ani
mal’s own endeavors to allay cutaneous
irritation, then dress with the following
ointment: One ounce of tine flour su -
phur, one ounce of pulverized salt
petre, made into soft ointment with
Irerh butter or fresh rendered hog’s
Ird ; mb in at night and wash in the
morning with warm water and soap;
lcpeat three or four times. If the hair
is scant-from natural debility of the ca
pillary organs, then simply use cold
water applied with a soft sponge ; avoid
all combing or brushing, and (dean the
mane and tail, as the Arabs do, with a
cour.*e ilannd nibber.— M.ddg Morgan.
Dry-Slaked Lime. —A Vermont farmer
recommends its use with considerable
enthusiasm, and writes that it is useful
for many farm purposes, requiring hut
little experience to pr* pare it. “ Take
some good, fresh quicklime into a box,
and wet it slowly. Let it ►well and
sizzle until the haul pieces are as mel
low as meal, but do not g t it too wet.
As fast as the top of th** pile i* slack- d
sufficiently remove it, with care not to
raise a dust, and keep wetting the solid
mass. You will in this way get a pow
der that wdl kill or d ive away any bug
or worm in the garden, or on any fruit
tree, as far as 1- ever tried it. But some
of it in t ic water pot, and shake it up
well, and water your onions, and see
the onion worms get out of that or die.
j It is food for the tenderest plant and
death to the toughest-hided in*ect. It
is a splendid disinfectant, also, and
every place that can possibly send up a
had smell should be well dusted down
with it, and it should be applied to the
toughest places every day in hot weath
er, to make sure that all is right. I
believe that the canker-worms so de
structive to fruit trees in this section of
Massachusetts could either b<* killed or
I vanquished by it.”
Gooff ( itizetis.
From tin* Mexico (Mo.) Intelligencer.
i Every community loves to boast of
;g< o l citizen*. And not unfrequenth*
persons are included in this class that
do in t belong to it, and cannot by any
forced construction be so considered.
It is not every good man who can he
said t hi* a good citizen. He may be
wealthy, intelligent, high-toned, refined,
patriotic, moral and pious, and may by
his gentlemanly deportment command
the respect, of all, while at the same
time so far as the good he has done to
otheis, or the service he has rendered
' to th** community in which he lives,
! is cone* rm*d, he might as well never
have lived. Such a man, no matter
how good he may be, certainly cannot
he said to he a good citizen. The man
who is always to be found at his post in
his lint* of business, behind his counter,
at his office, his shop or upon his farm,
whose pew at church is never to he
found vacant when duty requires him
to he in it, and who never withholds
his hand when the financial interests
of his church make demands upon him,
Gut whose hands are closed and his in
fluence is withheld ns to everything
el-e, who is deaf and dumb, and blind
to tin* common good of society, may bo
a good man, and a pillar of strength in
his church, but such a man cannot be
called a good citizen. The man who is
always far more t-nxious to contribute
to the promotion of some other than
tin* particular enterprise now claiming
his encouragement and support, is not
a good citizen.
The man whoso signature can be ob
tained to any kind of a proposition
tending to promote the common good,
who never fails to promise his influence,
nor to pledge his co-operation, hut
whose signature, promises and pledges
are practically and in reality a fraud
upon those with whom he proposes and
pledges himself to co-operate, is not a
good citizen. The man who never per
forms a public duty, so long as his
conscience perverts his ingenuity to
form a plausible excuse for not perform
ing if, and who is always behind time
in such performance of duty as lie
cannot evade, is not a good citizen. The
man who opposes or ridicules a proposi
tion H.mply because of the source from
which it emanated, or without having
first investigated the merits of the
proposition, is not a good citizen. The
man who can sit still or pled along dav
after day without disturbance in his
usual round of business, and not raise
his hand to aid, while measures are
being pressed forward by the contribu
tions and labors of his neighbors to a
successful consummation, the result of
which will cover him all over with the
richest benefits, may possibly be a good
man, but a good citizen never. That
man only who fulfills his promioop, re
deems his pledges and performs his
duty to the best of his ability to the
community in which he lives, is a good
citizen.
Anecdote of Tom Corwin.
The death of Tom Corwin, which
gave us all sorrow, served to revive
many good stories concerning him.
When quite a young man he was elected
a member of the General Assembly of
the State of Ohio, anil early in the ses
sion he brougl t in a bill for the destruc
tion of the public whipping post. He
made an earnest speech m favor of the
measure, to which an elderly member
replied as follows : “Mr. Speaker, the
gentleman is not as old as I am, and
has not seen as much of the practical
operation of the system of punishment
which he desires to abolish. When I
lived in Connecticut, if a fellow stole a
horse, or cut up other antics, we used
to tie him up and give him a real good
thrashing; and he always cleared right
out, and we never saw anything more
of him. It’s the best way of getting rid
of th** rougues that ever was tiied, and
and without expense to the State.” Mr.
Convin, who never failed to carry his
point by a joke, if the argument was
a gain t. him, only made the brief reply :
*• Mr. Speaker, I have often been puz
zled to account for the vast emigration
from Connecticut to the West, but the
gentleman last up has explained it to
my satisfaction.” It is almost needless
to say that Mr. Corwin's bill passed by
an overwhelming majority.
The Texas Pacific Railroad.
The amended Texas Pacific Railroad
bill, as it passed the Senate on Satur
day night, provides that the company
must build and maintain a line from
Marshal to Shreveport, and requires the
gauge to he uniform with the other
Pacific roads. Twenty-five miles must
be built from the western terminus east
ward within three years, and not less
than 100 miles within two years from
the eastern end, and not less than 100
miles yearly thereafter, and the whole
road to he finished in ten years. An
amendment limiting the issue of con
struction bonds to $40,000 per mile, and
anthoriz'ng the company to include in
t In* mortgage, to secure their bonds, any
lands they may acquire by consolidating
with other goads, to whom land grants
may have been made along the same
route, was adopted. The company are
also required to commence the con
struction of the road from San Diego
eastward within one year from the
passage of the act.
Population and Size of Berlin.
The j opulation of Berlin in one hun
dred and rev* litv years has increased
tenfold, and its limits cover a radius of
nearly thirteen miles. When Frederick
tne Great’s ambition desired a city, he
first inclosed a viot sandy plain with
walls, and ordered that his vassals fill
the empty space with houses. The peo
ple being few were in consequence
somewhat puzz’c 1 how to iulhll the
wishes of their sovereign. 'They at last
hit upon a plan of geometrical triangles,
and commenced raising two-storied
hotels, having is many as twenty five
windows on a line. The streets thus
made were beautiful and wide. The
site of the city is flat, and consequently
much expense has been incurred in
order to make the drainage any way ap
proaching perfection.
Accounts from Brainard anti Fort
* Ripley, Minn., report the snow two feet
**p.
Editors and Proprietors.
NUMBER 34.
Varieties.
.. A new pair of kids—Twins,
Si'RiNo goods—Baby jumpers.
Why does a donkey eat a thistle?
Because lie's an ass.
. .I enks says that a pawnbroker’s otiice
, must be a loan some place.
i A I,s fayette, Ind. • lady is carefully
raising a lot of grasshoppers.
The mosquito, as a public singer,
t draws well, but never gives satisfaction.
1 Why is troy-weight like an uncon
, scions person. Because it has no
scruples.
Wav should a sailor know there is a
man in the moon? Because he has
been to sea.
Why is the alphabet like cutting the
first teeth? Because it is taught yer
■ (torture) when young.
Why is a drunkard, hesitating to sign
the pledge, like a half-converted Hin
doo? Because he is in doubt whether
to give up the jug or not (Juggernaut).
“Why is there no cream to this
milk, George?” said an under-graduate
to his “ scout ” at Cambridge. “ .Stir
it up, sir,” was the reply, “it sinks to
the bottom.”
Said Mr. Cantwell to his clergyman,
who had a great disrelish for hypocrisy,
•• How can 1 best help to reform the
world ?” “By beginning with your
self!” was the conclusive reply.
A man and wife in Detroit left their
four-year old son alone, the other even
ing, though the child begged them to
take him with them, faying he was
afraid of bears and wolves. He screamed
violently when they left the house, anil,
on their return, they found that he had
been made insane by fright. It is feared
that lie will be an idiot for the remain
der of his days.
Alt llugruteful Railroad.
Jones had heard about a widow who
saved a train of cars from destruction
by warning the engineer, as the train
approached, that a certain bridgo had
been washed away ; and who has been
liberally rewarded, receiving a free pass
for life on nearly all the inilroads in the
country, and a present of ten thousand
dollars from the company whose train
she had saved; so Jones thought it
pretty profitable business and conclud
ed heal try it.
He lived near a railroad bridge, and
he anxiously watched and waited for it
to wash away, (eeling sure it must go
some time. Every rainy night he got
up and paced the floor by spells, and
then took his umbrella and went out to
see if the bridge was beginning to go;
but it was Sl®-
At last he concluded that if an acci
dent would not happen of its own ac
cord he would make one to order, so he
got upon a high bank at the side of the
track one afternoon and rolled a big
rock down upon the rails.
It was just a few minutes before the
lightning express was due, and thr w
ing off Ins coat and hat so as to appear
as excited as possible, he went forth to
meet it. He saw it coming in the dis
tance, so he tied a red cotton handker
chief to a hoe handle, and waved it
above his head in a wild, excited man
ner as a signal of danger. But he pre
sented such a singular appearance that
the engineer thought him a crazy man
escaped from a neighboring lunatic asy
lum, and so paid no heed to him, and
the train thundered on.
There was a sudden whistle of “down
brakes,” a rapid reversion of the en- ,
gine, then a terrible crash. The train
was wrecked ; the engineer and fire
man instantly killed; the conductor
and all the brakemen dangerously, if
not fatally, wound d ; and about ten
per cent, of the passengers horribly
mangled.
Jones didn’t get a pasß for life on the
principal railroads of the country and
a purse of SIO,OOO, but he got ten years
in the penitentiary for manslaughter,
having been seen by a neighbor when in
the act of rolling the big rock on the
track which caused the calamity.
And now he is learning to manufac
ture shoes by the original process, and
is of the opinion that railroads are a
curse to the country.
Crime ami Lynch Law in Alabama.
Un Monday night, four negroes and
a white man, Walter Winfield, entered
the house of Mrs. N. A. Wilson, in
Limestone county, Alabama, during the
absence of her husband. She ran out,
was pursued, caught and ravished by
them. Winfield in endeavoring to es
cape was drowned in the Tennessee
river, near Decatur. The negroes were
arrested and placed in custody of the
Sheritv of Limestone county. Whilst
on their way to Athens on the railroad
train, at the junction of the Nashville
and Decatur and Memphis and Charles
ton railroads, the prisoners were seized
by a band of armed men and carried
oil'. What was done with them is not
i known, though it is supposed they were
■ killed. They confessed to the .Sheriff
. after being arrested that they were
guilty of the rape. Mrs. Wilson will
, probably die ot the injuries she re
. ceived.
A Remarkable Fossil.
Prof. Marsh reports to the American
Journal of Science the discovery, during
I his explorations in 1871, of a remark-
I able tonsil bird. It was found in the
Upper Cretaceous of Western Kansas,
‘ and the remains consist of the greater
, portion of the skeleton, at least five feet
I in height, and which, although a true
bird, as is shown by the vertebne and
. other parts of the skeleton, differs widely
> front any known recent or extinct forms
[ of that class, and affords a fine example
of a comprehensive type. The bones
j are well preserved. The femur is very
. short, but the, other portions of the logs
3 are quite elongated. The metatarsal
3 bones appear to have been separated.
f A niout telegraph operator on the line
1 of the Burlington and (juincy railroad,
" who is obliged to report each passing
train, insures his being awake at such
times by stretching a cord across the
t track. The engine romes along, snaps
t the cord, anil a coal-scuttle in the office
falls with a rattle that wakes him up.