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POETRY. TAR AND FEATHER REFORM. The following little poem was written by a lady shortly after the women of a certain Wis consin town bad mobbed aud tarred and feath ered a fair bat “fallen one” of their own sex. It is a severe but just rebuke at the unjust and inexorable laws ot society: Pour the tar on, jtour it thick; Bring the feathers, make them stick On her temples smooth and fair, In the me sues of her hair, There, now, shameless courtesan, Chann your lovers if you oan! But the lovers—where arc they? Silently they slink away. Boys must sow wild oats, you know; Scold them well and let them go, Boys are boys; to err is human— Tar and feathers for the woman, Woman? she is bat a child. Well no matter; drive her wi! 1. Young and fair? so much the worse! Brand her deeper, let the curse On her young head weighing down, Crush her, force her on the town. She is fallen, that’s enough, Give her, henceforth, kick and cuff. While we work and pray and weep For the heathen o’er the deep, We are saints of purity— We are Christians—don’t you see? When we women have our way. When it comes—that glorious*day— When we sit in honor great, Piloting the ship of Stale, All shall then, as well as we, Practice this our theory: Never right a sinking boat, When a woman is afloat, If her record holds a flaw, Do not throw her e’en a straw, Kick her roughly, push her down; Hold her under, let her drown! Eller P. Allerton Lake Mills, Wis. BLIND TOM BY LIZZIE PUTNAM BE WARD. [Of Stillwater, Minn.] What dusky face is this, whose incantations Call out the witching melodies we hear— Whose dusky hand sweeps through our aspir ations In grandest cadence to the charmed ear? Not tliat blind Imbecile, whose face distorted In hideous grimace, bows, and leers, with glee. Surely that thing, which nature’s plan has thwarted, Can never be this Prinoe of Melody. Ajre, ’tis the same, in its own darkness dwell ing Like a blind captive in a dungeon drear, Who whiles away the hoars in music, telling All his vague yearning in God’s listening ear. As through an ebon vase a lighted taper Gleams with strange radiance, litfully and wild, So through this face the torch lit by his Mak er, Proclaims in Hashes, this is still his child. Blind and an imbecile, God did not leave thee, Imprisoned spirit, struggling in thy gloom. Lot a proud gift is thine, that kings mignt en vy, To crown thy life and glorify thy tomb. And if thon in thy elf-like degradation Know’st not the weakness of thy feeble mind, Akl not the less comes music's exaltation, To lift thee hig h above thy bestial kind. Aye, not the lens stirs in thm* wierd fancies. Worn less and voiceless, till song bids him soar: And lot the Imbecile becomes a Wizard— A mighty Necromancer evermore. Not always shalt thou stumble in thy blind ness An alien in the world with thy one sense, One door ileav'n in its own loving kindness Flung wide that thou might’st hear Omnip otence. UTE&A&V* THE PONY-RiDER’S MISSION. There was an exciting crowd gathered about the l’ony Express Station at McPher soiis. The western bound rider had arrived with a bullet in his leg, and reported that the Pawnees were off their Reservation, and wore advancing on the settlement. Ue had met them between the last station and Mc- Phersons, and they had given chase. Mc- Phorsous could boast of but seventy-five fouls at that tina^ before (be railroad came, and there were but forty men who were capable of defending the place. Whatever had to be done had to be done quickly. Fort Qratten was eighty miles northwest, and a rider was dispatched in haste. Fort Kearney was seventy miles southeast, and who would dummonaid from there? It was a dangerous undertaking. The route lay through (he hostile country, and the tuessen- Ser would be almost sure to meet the In ians. The pony-riders as a general thing were fearless men; but this proposition was so fraught with danger that they were loth to undertake it. *‘Kf Stade was only hear!” cried an old man, “ther’d be no hesitation while wimmin am* children were in danger.” ••I’ll go!” and a br ght-eyed fearless look ing tellow stepped forth. ••Good!’’ said the old man, pressing his hand; “old Jim Johnson says so! Old Jim Johnson! You hear me. There is more Bense in Essex’s caieba than the hull lot of you. Pick your hoss boy, au’ ride for your life. See! there’s Nelly lookin’at you. For her sake, Willy ef no one’s else. Thirty-fire helpless womeu and children: think of it’ Hide your best, an' when you get to the statiou. you may get relief. Post’ em there, an’ wheu you get to Fort te’l the comman dant to send on some cavelery as soon *as possible. Fetch the sojers, an we ll send the Keds to Oaliforny. Nelly Johnson s yourn as soon as you get back Goodbye, boy, an’ good speed ye.’ There was a spring, and a rush of hoofs, and the ride to Kearney had begun. Right gallantly the little horse sprang away at the rider's bidding, and the eyes of sweet Nelly Johnson kept on them unttl the horse and rider faded away upon the hor.xon. Lore was one incentive for the pony ri der’s mission, and a desire to save the peo ple of McPhersins was the other. Did man ever risk his life in a better causa! On swept the little mare, her flying heels throwing up a cloud of dust, which hovered » the air for hundreds of yards behind her. To the left of them glided the still waters of the Platte, and on the right I stretches the boundless greets of the prairie. The rider sat firm as a rock, his dauntless I face looking straight ahead, and wearing au are which seemed to say *it was all for the sake of Nelly Johnson. I You may talk of the jMamelukes, the Tar- I tar horseman, the savage Bodouins, and all the wild riders; but what arc they to com pare with our American pony-riders men I who were fearless,and braved every danger; who ran the risk of life in every mile they dashed over; men who were expected to do fifty miles at top speed in daylight or dark, rain or shine, hot or cold? But the railroad I has done away with the pony rider, and we hear no more of snch exploits as that of the renowned Jemmy Moore. Onward swept the brave little horse, and I at last the station came in view. A moment more and the horse and rider were at the I door. Not a sign of life was to be seen, but 1 there were hoof tracks to be seen in every 1 direction, showing that the relief had fled. 1 Giving his horse a drink, the rider remount-1 ed, and again they were on their way to I Kearney. Further on their way they came upon a large objeet in the center of the I trail. It was the Western bound stage with I horses gone, the driver between the fore 1 wheels with a bullet in his head, the pas— I sengers lying about the road, and the con— I duct or in the boot wounded unto death. One I horrified look, a pause and faster fled the I horse. Mile after mile is left behind, sta tion after station was passed, and no relief. I Will they ever get to Kearney? On the prairie to the right of them ap-1 peared a host of mounted men. They are the pets of the peace commission on their annual maraud. Turning with a trium phant yell they speed to head the rider off. Narrower grows the space between them, and the gallant horse redoubles her exer tion. In the van o: the savages rides a tall chief mounted upon a powerful horse, his plumes streaming in the wind as he urges the noble animal he bestrides. Young Essex can escape if he turns back. But no! The sweet face of Nelly Johnson and the shrink ing from of defence’ess little ones came be fore his view, and dashing the prespiraton from his forehead, the pursued dashed on ward- But four miles more and succor is at | hand! Nearer came the pursuers. Now ride yonng Essex, for it is three score lives to one! Speed, brave little horse, strain mus cle and nerve heart, for your work will well be done. Ride young Essex, for everything is at stake! Onward rushes the horse, her hoofs beating time to the short quick breaths. The gap closes! Twang! A sharp pain in the side, and the rider reeled in the saddle, but lor an instant only Bending low in the saddle, the whip is raised for the first time, and faster horse. And now the green ramparts and stock ade gates of Fort Kearney came in view. The baffled savages turn and set out rap idly up the trail, while the fainting rider chocks the faltering steps of his dying horse. One last look at the waving sea of green, and they enter the gates thrown open to receive them. In the center of the parade stands a group of men about a horse and rider. The horse is down now, and from her nostrils gushes the life current, beside her lies the rider. Young Essex raised his head from the arm which supported it and said: “Pawnees off their reservation. Mc- Phersou’s stations —cleaned oat—out —help —qnick ! My love to —to—Nelly John son—” And grasping the reins with stiffening clutch, the barbed shaft eating out his soul, he sank upon the pony’s neck his eyes speaking for a moment what his tengue re fused. Their brave hearts had ceased to beat. HIDING IN A COFFIN. I had ridden hard and fast, and was as tonished to find myself coming into a strag gling settlement. On the coarse which I should have taken there was nothing of the sort. Somewhere I had crossed the right trail and took the wrong one. Almost any traveler in the border sections would have been glad to thus stumble upon a place for food and refreshment. Not so with myself. In the breast pocket of my coat I carried five thouand four hundred and ninety odd dollars U. 8. money. I bad received this amount from Maj. Oen. T. M. Lacy, and it was to be carried through to Fort L and placed in the hands Col. Asa F. Southard, to de fray the necessary army expenses. There were only two men in the bar room when I entered; the landlord and the host ler. Strolling carelessly about the room. I managed to glance out the window. My heart leaped into my mouth for in the man ' outside —l recognised —from descriptions of him—Bill wolf—one of the most desperate j characters that eTer figured in the annals of bonier ruffianism There was a huge red mustache, the thick, hairy throat, and the | shoulders haunched up around his head, suggesting the shape of a mammoth clam— and the voice with a deep down intonation like the plop, plop, plop of water hurriedly leaving a jug. If the description of the notorious renegade is inelegant it has the merit of truthfulae s, and must therefore be excused. I went through with my supper in fora, but whatever appetite I might have had on entrance into the inn. had vanished witn my discovery. After a time the other fel low came in, having been out. he said, to look after the aaithals. and then also urderel supper. Now was my time to leave, which l did in a careless maunen It was quite dusk outside.but the hostler was Sitting about the stable whh his lan tern, which emitted but a little more efful gent than a white bean would have done, hut he graciously brought out my steed at the older, and mounting, I thankfully trotted away. After riding a mile or more I heard a faint sound and dresp up my horse one moment to listen. No chance travelers ever rode like that. It meant pursuit. I gave my steed a galling lash and she broke into a canvulsive gait, hove her body up with one or two plunges stumbled, going down from her knees to her nose, and pitch ing me literally heels over head. For an instant I was paralysed with astonishment, i the next I seized the bit to fetafa up the fsl t lea animal, which had in the meantime un > dergone a strange metamorphesis. She haii DE Th© J^n.ti-^ton.o'polist. lost her white face on or in the grass, and passing my hand between her eyes, I iound the hire was wet. In an instant I was ex amining the white legs, My horse had been peculiarly marked with white legs and face, and I found these sticky with white wash. What then? Simply my trappings had been transferred to another animal, got ten up to exactly represent mine in tLe evening. This discovery brought an appall ing interpretation of the oncoming horse man. I gave the horse the whip as soon as his unsteady legs were under him, and sent him scouring on ahead, while I ran off to the right, making for a little hollow, dry ravine. Here to my profound astonish ment I discovered a lone cabin, or hut, about the dimensions of an ordinary coun try loghouse and impulsively dashed up to this, I gave a rapid succession of knocks. A shrinking, pale and cowering woman opened it. “What is it?” was her first question, no ticing my breathless haste. “Is there any chance to hide here—my horse has thrown me and I believe a party of desperadoes are close upon me.”. “No, no, there is no place,” she gasped, her quick ear catching the sound ot the oncoming horsemen. “This is all the room there is—and there is neither cellar nor attic.” , . . , “But this?” I exclaimed rushing for a dark object in the corner. “It’a a coffin,” was the quick response; “but there’s no other chance—they are turning up to the door—get in. I had barely time to place myseif in this receptacle for the dead, when a hoarse voice—one that I knew by the description which I had of it—called out: “Here you. Dick.” The woman threw her apron over her head and opened the door. “Where’s Dick?” , , «He hasn’t come back yet, returned the women. , . “Oh, he ain’t—Jen hav you hurda nerse go by to night?” “Yes, only a little while ago—a small man?” , .. „ ■•Yea—driving like the devil. “I guess,” she said, then pausing, “you can here the horse now,” feigning to li; ten. After a moment’s glance inside the house they were off again. “What shall I do? what shall b do? gasped the woman; “they will be back in twenty minutes, for I believe that your horse is in sight, not more than three-quar ierc of a mile off, and my husband is liable to come at any moment.” . “With him!” —she emphasised it in des pairing tones — “he’s Bill .Wolf’s brother. 1 was out of the coffiin in a thrice then, you may well believe. “It is death to you any way,” she moan ed, “for 1 hear the rattle of Dick’s axles al raady.” ~ r • “Stay, there’s the rain barrel, said 1 in desperation; “they’ve tried that once they may not again.” And before you would be able to speak a sentence, the water was dashed out of the cask and stealing down into the arid soil, and I was in the barrel, and the women dropped a tub half filled with water in at the top as a cover. She had barely time to enter the house, the door of which, fortunately opened on on the side away from the moon, when a rattling vehicle drewnp at the door, and I heard a hoarse voice raving and swearing at the woman for something done or undone, and then from the bunghole, the plug hav ing been dislodged in the upsetting of the cask, I saw the retura of the three rene * There was a good deal of loud talking, and explanations, and oaths, and stirring up of hot nectar and rough remarks about the cistern in the corner, but both Dick and the woman seemed sore aboat that matter, and the man peremptorily refused to join - that hunt because of the coffiin. f “Well, you’re going our way a piece, said Wolf, “likely enough yon’ll have the fun of seeing us wing the The : conversation was distrssingly personal, made acutely so by Dick asking: “Is there water enough out there Jen, to drink my horse? , “I’ll see,” she returned, moving slowly over the door-sill, and then, leaping to the ca*k, she lifted out the tub, and tipped my prison over a little so that I could B Pr >a ? out. I was behind the cask when Dick came to the door and chirruped his beast up to the tub to drink. “I’ll ga with you as far the forks, he said, as two of them came out with the coffin and sliped it into the body of the wagon. They then stepped back, probably to call the others. , At that moment a wild and desperate plan entered my brain, bat feeling for my iwife, I found that it was missing, along with the belt to which it was attached. It was sui cide to attempt seising one of them bat as the woman, with some purpose in her mind, saic out to the men to come bacx and get the last dipper-full of liquor which she had mixed, I seised the only alternative. I sprang lightly into the wagon, lifted the coffin lid, and again crawled into the long narrow prison. The three ruffians were mounted, and all were about to start, when the women ran out with some sort of a blanket, and mut tered something about covering the coffin. Ihe man yelled out io her to mind her own business and let the things alone. She retreated with the cloth, but she had accomplished her purpoee. In its folds she had concealed a bowie knife; under its cover she bad raised the lid and dropped the weapon inside, it giving me a cut as it fell upon me; but in the momentary noise and confusion I had got the weapon in my hand, and with i:s point raised the heavy lid of the rough box the fraction of an inch so that breathing was easy if my pismoa was cramped. , The three horsemen spread out, remarg in* to each other; “Beat up on the game now speedily before, by any mincie, gets into the wooded belt by Bufords Springs,” , _ . By and by there was a shout off to the , right of a “tally ho” as if the huntsmen had sighted the quarry. Nothing bat an un warrantable amount of liquor could have influenced them to conduct themselves as they did, for no sooner had thay called out from the right, than Dick came to a sudden halt, leaped from bis seat, and ran off to ward those who were hallooing. Par one instant my heart Mopped boating at the thought of the haxard which I wan about to run. The next moment I sprang fiom the coffin to the ground. A few lightn mg-like-strokes, and I had severed the traces and the holdbacks of the harness. The whole scene is vividly pictured in my mind. The moon-lighted prairie, the little ravine toward which the renegades were dash.ng. The wagon standing in the trail —then the ratling of the falling thills reach ed the ears of the party, and with a wild shout they turned toward me. I was on the • horse’s back, but boldly defined by the moonlight. There was the sharp report of two rifles. I felt a sting in my foot, another in my shoulder, but the horse was unharm ed and the race for life began. On and on my steed, desperately spurred with the point of my knife, bore ahead, act ually causing me to gasp for breath; and uot two hundred yards in the rear rode my would-be murderers. On the rolling paairienow, and my ani mal took the declivities with a plunge,. and the elevations with a sure, fierce stride — across the brawling ford —but crack came another rifle echo, and again a stream of fire seemed to strike my shoulder. They were closing in—closing up. I could now make out only two horsemen following me One of these had discharged his rifle at me, the other I knew was held in rest for them to come just a few yards nearer. A momentary dizziness lopped me over upon my herse’B neck. The ruffians yelled triumphantly behind, but a distant echo brought me up, and giving my poor beast a stinging blow, I emitted the wild long fierce yell of the border rangers, and sped on again, but my horse had that peculiar squirm now and then in his gait that told me he was faltering. Again that echo reached me, swelling out on the rising wind. It was a shrill 6queal of the fife and the drumdiddle-um. didle um dum-dum, dun', of infantry returning from some expedition to Fort L . Again I sent oui that long, wild, border yell, and I know by the quicker breathing of the file, and the rapid pulsing of the drum, that the soldiers bad broken inta the “double quick” in heed of my cry. A parting shot fired at random, and the two desperadoes turned; bi t 01 0 >f them, at least, I was not done with. I called my horse with a peculiar whistle, I repeated and re peated it, and then I heard him crashing again in pursuit, while his rider shouted and lashed him, and tried ta pull him round the other way. For a brief time the desper ado wrestled with the animal, lashed, goad ed, and roared at her, but my incessant, jerky whistle-call kept her mind and head toward me. He only gue up the fruitless struggle and leaped from her back, when a squad of infantry dashed over a billowy swell of prairie, and rushed down toward us at that steady, measured run which is so effective in contrast with a disorderly gait. “It’s Wolf, boys!” I exclaimed, as they came up with me—for I knew his voice. I had no need to tell them that there was a price set upon his head, as it had been clear ly proved that he had stirred up the savages to commit more thun one massacre ol the settlers; and a dozen of them, uttering a yell of fury, started in pursuit; while the other, noticing my swaying about on the animal which 1 role,began to think that I had found something seriou-* in my race for life. In fact, the plain was rising and falling and shuffling about so that it took a. great amount of nerve and equipoise to sit as I ought. They got me into Fort L , however, with Uncle’s promissory notes all safe in my breast pocket; while my boot full of blood, and the galling flesh wounds in my shoulder, accounted for the odd manceuver ings of the plain while I was on horseback. After a brief but desperate conflict, Bill Wolf was brought in, and passed over to the proper officers “to have and hold” until there should be meted out to him the meas ure he bad given others. SCIENCE. AN IMMENSE SAW. As an instance of the mighty applications of mechanical power which this age brings forth, we may mention that at the Orewe Steel Worki* a circular saw cuts slabs from hot steel as easily as an ordinary saw cots boards off a log of oak. The slabs vary in width from twelve to twenty inches. Ingots or cranks can thus be accurately and clean ly shaped, with great economy of time and labor. This tremendous saw is fire-six teenths of an inch thick, seven feet in di ameter, makes one hundred revolutions a minute, and has a speed of one hundred and fifty miles per hour at its circumference. SOUND SLEEP. Sound sleep is essential to good health. It is impossible to restore and recuperate the system, exhausted by labor and activity, without this perfect repose. 81eep has a (treat deal to do with the disposition and temper. A sound sleeper is seldom unduly disturbed by trifles, while a wakefnl, rest less person is apt to be irritable. A great deal has been written about the advantages of curtailing the hours of repose, and of sleeping but little. We are inclined to think that there is room for doubt whether i the benefits of closely limiting the time giv en to rest have not been exaggerated. Act ive persons, of nervous temperament, can hardly get too much sleep, rte know very well that the saving of two or three hours a day from slumber is, in one sense, equiva lent to a considerable prolongation of hu man life, and we are no advocates of indo lence; but the fact still remains that sleep may be so much abridged as to leave the system incapable of as much effective work in two hours as might be performed in a better condition in one. ANCIENT CAVE-DWELUNCS IN KEN- TUCKY. Mr. F. W. rutman (in the eighth annual Report of the Peabody Museum of Ethnolo gy, 1876) remarks: “That some of the cares were used as places of, at least, tem porary residence was conclusively shown by my exploration of Salt Care, which previa important in revealing a new phase in American Archaeology- This care ap proaches the Mammoth Care « the site of its avenues and chambers. Throughout one of the principal avenues, for several miles, were to be traced the ancient fire phfff both for hearths and lights. For the yn*r purpose, .small pßee of stone were made with a hole in the center of the pile to | receive the bundle of dried fagots, per haps Bmeared with grease. Bundles ot these fagots, tied up with twisted bark, were found in several places in the cave; and canereeds, probably the remains of tfbcient torches of the Bame character with those found in the Mammoth, Short, and Grand Avenue Caves, were also very abun dant. The most important discovery in This cave, however, was made in a small chamber, about three miles from the en trance, first noticed by my guides, Messrs. Cutlip and Lee. On the dry soil of the floor were to be seen the imprint of the san dalled feet of the former race who had in habited the cave, while a large num ber of cast-off sandals were found, neatly made of finely-branded and twisted leaves of rushes.” A NEW KIND OF FUEL- The sunflower has been gradually grow ing out of favor in our gardens, as an un gainly and somewhat too gaudy flower ; but it has associations which have always made it rather a favorite with us, and therefore we are glad to see that in America it has a chance of being rehabilitated. Not that our American friends have any romance to attach to it; on the contrary, theirs is a most business-like view of the matter. They simply look upon the plant as a ma chine by which so much earth can be con verted into a supply of fuel. In the west ern parts of America a good deal of corn is used to make fires, and it is proposed to grow sunflowers for this purpose instead. A carefully grown sunflower will stand ten or twelve feet high, and have half a doien good heavy blossoms. These blossoms are great favorites with bees, who get from them a good supply of honey. The seeds, when crushed, furnish a very clear and pure oil, and in their natural state are the chosen food of domestic poultry. Above all. the very substantial stalk and branches and leaves, if put away under cover,will make admirable fuel for kindling even the hardest of American coal, or even for burn ing by itself. Thus honey, fat poultry, eggs, oil, and fuel are the chief recommen dations of the sunflower. Having all these substantial qualities, she can afford to part with the fiction that makes her “turn to her god when he sets thjpi the same look that she gave when he rose.” Constancy is a virtue, of course, but in a sunflower the American looks rather for a tall stem and a good head full cf oil. ARCTIC DOCS* In addition to the sledgos drawn by the men, the expedition will be furnished with five or six sledges to be drawn by dogs, of which sixty are to be taken on board the ships at the Danish settlement of Upper • navik, on the coast of Greenland, to be used when sledging operations commence. Sir Leopold McClintock states, as the result of his experience, that two dogs can drag as much as any one man. Several tons ot the choicest dog biscuits have been provi ded for their use, although some doubts arc entertained whether they will be duly ap preciated, experience having proved that the Greenland dogs prefer devouring each other to any food which can be offered them. “Nothing,” says Admiral "Osborn, “can be more exhilirating than dog sledg ing in the "Arctic regions on a fine day. The rattling pace of the dogs ; their intel ligence in choosing the road through the Droken ice ; the strict obedience paid by the team to one powerful dog whom they eleot as leader ; the arbitrary exercise of authority by the master dog ; the constant use of the whip, and the running conver sation kept up by the driver with the dif erent dogs, who well know their names, af. ford constant enjoyment.” However useful they may be, these Arctic dogs seem to be deficient in that affectionate disposition which endears their species so much to man. Capt. Vesey Hamilton stated, at a recent meeting of the Royal Geographical Society, that he believed the Esquimaux dogs to be the most ungrateful creatures in creation? He had traveled for several hun dred miles by sledge ; and for six weeks it was his duty regularly ti feed the dogs; but after oniy a few weeks' absence, on the conclusion of the jeurney, they would not recognise him in the slightest degree. Sir Leopold McClintock. who may be said to have originated this mode of Arctic travel ing, states that it would be a mistake to at tempt to house the dogs, as they can live near the ships during the whole winter, and if treated differently would sicken and die. SANTA BARBARA, CALIFORNIA, AS A RESORT FOR INVALIDS. A Boston gentleman writes concerning ikj, sanatari'in : 11 Attrscted some what by the reputation of this place as a re sort for invalids, we decided to come here. We got all the information we could about it, pablic and private; but tastes, habits, opinions and circumstances differ so much with different persons that we find the re ality quite different from tbeaitieipation in many respects. The attractions have been presented in vivid colors to the people of the Atlantic coast, and the drawbacks not exhibited. It is, of course, dry at this sea son, and the wind and dust rise at timoe in furious hot storms, which suggest the Great Sahara. There are flies enough to bring all the Pharaohs to repenteoec, »e*en times over, and if any of them should still bsck slid*-' the fleas would finally bring them up to the mark. There is a •erious lack of good water, no sewerage, and all manner of tiek people, native and imported. The land is held at high rates, so thst there is no inducement for people of slender means to come here and engage in iU cultivation, and the other resources of the place are small, and chances for business or profita ble employment few and far between. It is doubtless a good place for some invalids, especially those whose respiratory organs are affected; bnl livers don’t improve, and abdominal maladies flourish. For him who has to be out in the dust and heat during his day’s work it is hardly the place where he would care to make his home, if he had any choice. Bot for the wealthy invalid, or tourist, it may be an agreeable ptsce enough, for he can modify the discomforts, can come and go when he likes, and can avail himself of the attractive features, which are real and varied-among which i are the eight and 00 ** n ’ surf-bnthing, Iwvely Tibwi of hills, moea- tpins and valleys, beautiful gardens, or chards and grain-fields, tropical fruits and flowers, picturesque little uooks, pleasant walks or drives along the beach or among the hills, and good society.- There is an excellent class of people here, among whom the intelligence and culture ol New England are well represented^” A CHINESE MATHEMATICIAN. The Terre Iliute Gazette says: Wong Chingfoo, the highly educated China man, rather “got away” wi ll a young professor at Greencastle Friday evening. During the course of the evening, Mr, Wong stated that, among the Chinese, mathematicians were hired at four dol lars per week, and were not as good as the most ordinary men here. They do this work by machinery as it were, and it is the dirty labor ot the empire. When Mr. Wong first came to this country, to enter college, he was told that it would be necessary to study mathematics two years; he at once told them he knew mathematics better than those who were to teach him in tb s particular branch. Illustrative of this, Wong, iu his address at Brown's Hall, offered to loot up several columns of figures. For convenience his manager Mr. Hawkins, was to name the figures, but the young professor of mathematics of Asbury, who was present, thought he saw a flaw there, and at once came to his feet. He asked: “Will you sir allow me to give you the figures? ” “Certainly, sir, I shall be glad to have you do so,” was Mr. Wong’s courteous answer. “Now, then, sir,” began the professor, and he named sum upon sum, not going beyond tens of thousands, but giving him at least thirty different sums to add. When they were all on paper Mr. Wong asked: “And now is that all, sir ? ” “That’s ali,” replied the professor, “get ready to add.” Mr. Wong stood smiling, and when the Professor had straightened himself up and said, “Now begin,” he quietly remarked, “Very well, sir, here is my amount.” This before the astonished Professor had time to get half way up the first column. “But you are not through already,* remaiked the Professor. “Here is the footing of my figures,” was the response; and he read them, the footing being exact. “Please read tnat again, sir,” asked the Professor. , He did so, and tho astonished Profes sor was forced to admit that Mr. Wong did know something about malhematios. The Mandarin stated that he was not an extraordinary mathematician as com pared to some ot the educated Chinese. The Piotessor afterward called on Mr. Wong at the hotel. WIT AND HUMOR. I. DONNELLY, Jr.. Editor. Why is a solar eclipse like a woman whip ping her boy? Because it’s a hiding of the sun. Lady to waiter—Don’t put that ieein the geblet with your fingers. Waiter—Lor, ma’am, I don’t mind, my hands are very warm. “You haven’t opened your mouth daring the whole session,’’ said an M. P. to a fol low member. “Oh, yes, I have,” was the reply; “1 yawned through the whole of your speech.” Uncle Levi —“Now, Hammy, tell me, have you read the beautiful story of Jo seph?” Sam —Oh, yes, uncle.” Untie— “ Well, then, what wrong did they do when they sold their brother ?” Sam—“ They sold him too cheap, I think.” Qubstioraklr Prockddb. k— Johnny (reaching over table) : 1 want a pear? Father : Haven’t 1 often told you not to ask for things ? Johnny (considering) ; Well, then—please, papa, may 1 have one without asking ? [Fond mamma thinks he should have two for that. ] A little miss, upon being one day ban tered because she was a girl, and having represented to her that boys were maoh more useful creatures in «tbe world, al though they were usually more trouble, was asked if she did not wish she was a boy. “No, indeed,” she quietly replied : “I’ee worse than most boys now.” An American judge was obliged to sleep with an Irishman in a crowed hotel when the following conversation ensued. “Pat, you would have remained a long time in the old country before yon could have slept with a judge, would yon not Pat?" “Yes, yer honor,” said Pat;" “and I think yer homf would have been a long time in the eld country before ye’d been a judge, too.’* A German peddler sold a man a liquid for the extermination of bugs “And how do you use it?” Inqured the mao after he bad bought it. “Ketch te bug and drop one Ut ile drop into bis mout,” answered the pt&- dler. “The deuce you do!” exclaimed the purchaser. “I could kill it in half the time by stamping on it,” “Yell.” exeiamed the German, “that is a very good way too.” “Bob did you ever stop to think,” said a Michigan avenue grocer recently, as he measured out a half peck of potatoes, “that these potatoes contain sugar, water and starch?” “Noa, I didn’t replied the boy; ‘•bat I heard mother say that you put peas and beans in your coffee, and abont a pint of water in about every quart of milk you sold.” The subject of natural philosophy was dropped right there. A Minister meeting a boy at the house tf one of his parishioners, drew from his pock et some cards on which were the command ments illustrated, and said, as he mixed them up: “Now, my little man which one will yon “No you don’t, you »ld alligator!” reared the bey, “you don’t play any three-card monte gam* on sw for a cent,”