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-mammamm DR.HOJLIJAND'S SPIiENOIV POEH. [Delivered at tLe Triennial Reunion of the Army oi tye ^itte^» New York, Oct. i., 21.1 N« tears for them who baie the proof Of hi«ro29,in their foemen's seal Of blazing shaft, and blunted steel, And ramping charger's heedless hoot. Fiee from the duty of a breath, From sense of woe and sense of wrong, The/ sleep,.as wheels the world along. Iu tLe sweet dignity of death No tears for them? Tears, then, for whom? Tears forourselves, whose little lives Bound to our children and our wives— Or fastened to some precions tomb Where sleeps an idol baser still, Tied to our lucre and our lust, Betrays each hour the sacred trout Left us by heroes to fulfill? Tears for the thieves who rob the dead, Jn robbing those tbeir death bereft, And waste the gold that love ha* lett By gambling with the nation's bread! Tears for the demagogues who trade Iu feuds of paity and of race, And seek for plunder and lor place In stiiies their own vile hands have madeI Tears for the Rings of perjured souls That grin** the rioh aud poor alike, And steal the grist from wbico they strike, ~or those they serve, the stingy tolls! Tears for the realm that blindly shelves Its men of noblest bram and brawn,1 And crowds its councils wita the spawn Of little men who choose rhenirelvea' Tears tor the men who basely hold The nation to its paper lies, Against the wisuoin of the wise, And shame the eagle their gold!' Tears for the land that builds of rags Its edilioe of power and wealth, And holds the happiness and health Ofsovengn States in caipet bags. Ay, tears for those who, shred and shorn— Not blameless, but our brothers still In common lot aud God's good will Are bleeding, tainting, tossed and torn], By Jarring policies and feuds Ot race with race, till fain to Ay From tkelr ancestral home9, or die In silent, hopeless multitudes. 0 brothers of the gun and glaive. O living Army ot the James, How shall we answer to the claims Of the beloved and buried brave By pledging now our good right hand, By pleiging now onr loyal word, That, selllsh lust, to love deferred, And gam to God and native land, We here declare eternal strife, Aye—buttle to the hilt—with those Who traffic in the nation's woes, And live upon the nation's life O peace—in shame and banishment, O industry—with folded aim*|, O land of beauty, from whoa* charms Have fled the graces of content— There is no cure for feud and schism In law, thit is not bon ot love, Or paity stiifes that rise above The holy claims of patriotism. O stately shade of martyred men, Who mark our petty ends and aims, Warm us with your divluer flames, And save youroountry onoe again. J1* .' "LITTLE JOE." [From Lippencott'a for November.] Tom Wise, a great big, handsome fellow, with a heart of the same order, was standing at tho corner talking to a friend. lie held a cigar to his mouth with his left hand, and with his right had just struck a match against the lamp-post, when at-—or rather under— his elbow exclaimed cheerily, "Busted agin, Mas' Tom!" Tom threw a glance ovei his shoulder, and there stood "Little Jo-," a small, misshapen negro about fifteen years old, with crutches undei his arms and feet all twisted out of bhape, his toes barely touching tho ground as he hopped along. Ho had on an old straw hat with only a hint of brim. There must be some law of cohesive at traction between straw and wool, for little Joe's cranium was large, while the hat was small, and set back much nearer the nape of his neck than the erown of his head, yet held its place like a natural excrescence or a horrible bore. Joe had met with very few peo ple mean enough to laugh at him for, though he possessed all the brightness and cheerfulness and pluck of deformed people generally, there was a wistful look about his eyes which his want of height and his position on cratches intensified (in deed, perhaps, created), by keeping them upturned while talking with any ono taller than himself and this was generally the case, for there were no Eiown people so small as Little Joe. shirt was torn and his pantaloons ragged, but to gild these faded glories he wore a swallow-tailed coat with brass buttons, which some one had given him, whether from a sense of humor or a sentiment of charity let the gods decide. "Busted agin, Mas' Tom!" "What 'busted' you this time, Joe asked Mr. Wise. "Lumber, Mas' Tom. I was in de lumber bisniss las' week, buyin' ole shingles an' sellin' 'em for kindlin' but my pardner, he makod a run on de bank—leas'ways on my breeches pocket —an* den runned away hisse'f. Ain't you gwine to sot me up agin, Mas' Tomf* "What business are you going into this week?" Teckshunnery," replied Joe, tak ing the quarter Mr. Wise handed him. "Dis'U do to buy de goods, but 'twon't rent de sto\ Mas' Tom." "What store?" asked Mr. Wise. "Dat biff Hto* Hunt an' Manson is jes* moved onten. Mr. Manson say I may hab it for sebben hundred dollars ef you'll go my skoorty." Tom laughed: "Well, Joe, I was thinking I wouldn't go security for any. body this week. Don't you think you can do business on a smaller scale Jee's countenance fell, and he suf fered visibly, but a cheering thought presently struck him, and he exclaimed disdainfully, "Anyhow, I ain't a-keer ing 'bout Hunt an' Mason's ole sto'— derolesebben-hunderd-dollar sto'! I can git a goods box an' turn it upside down, tn'stan' it up by de Cap'tol Ey »an*s, an' more folks'll pass 'long an' goobers dan would come in dat ole sto' all de year. Dey ain't spitin* me/" As Joe limped off to invest his money, hit poor little legs swinging and his swallow-tails flapping, Tom's friend asked who he was. "Belonged to us before the war," said Tom. "Poor little devil! the good Lord and the birds of tho air seem to take care of him. I set him up in business -vith twenty-five cents every week, and look after him a little in other ways. Sometimes he hoys matches and newspapers, and sells them again sometimes he buys ginger cakes and eats them all hut ho is invariably •busted," as he calls it, by Saturday night—Joe 1 oh, Joe!" Joe looked back, and, with perfect indifference to the fact that he was do* tainingMr. Wise, answered that he would "be dar torectly," continuing his negotiations for an empty goods box lying at the door of a neighbor^ dry foods store. "What you want, Mas om ho asked on his return. "Miss Mollie is going to he married week after next, Joe, and you may come up to the house if you like. I was afraid I might forget it." "Whoop you, sir* Thanky, Mas' Tom. I boun' to see Miss Mollie step off de carpit. But, Lord-a-mussy! item new niggers you all got ain't g'wine to lemme in." "Come to the front door and ask for me. Cut out-now, and don't get busted this.week, because 1 shall need all my money to buy a breastpin to wait on my. sister in. Come, John, let's regis ter." Joe's glance followed Mr. -Wise and his friend till they were out of sight then he turned and paused no more till he reached an out-of-the-way grooery store, in the window of which were dis payed samples of fish and soap and calico and kerosene lamps and dreadful brass jewelry, among which was a frightful breastpin in the shape of a crescent set with red and green glass, and further ornamented by a chain of the most atrocious description conceiv able. Before this thing of beauty, which to him had teen a joy for weeks, Joe paused and lingered, and smote his black breast and sighed the sigh of poverty. Then he went in. "What mout bo de price o' dat gent's pin in de corner ob der winder he inquired. "I don't see any gont's pin in the cor ner of the window, said the proprietor of the store. Joe took the mild pleasantry, and inquiring. "What mout be de price o' de pin was told that it might be anything—from nothing up—but it could go for seventy-five cents." He stood again outside the window, looking sadly and reflectively at the attractive bijou, then seated himself on the curbsone, his crutches resting in the gutter, and thoughtfully smooth ed between his finger and thumb the twenty-five cent note Mr. Wise had given him: "Ef I takes dis, an' de one Mas' Tom gwine to gimme nex' week, dat'U be fifty cents, but it won't be seventy-five, so I got to make a quar ter on de two. Ef Miss Mollie knowed, I spect she would wait anoder week to, git married, an' den I wouldn't run no resk o' dese but I ain't gwine to tell her, 'cos I know she couldn't help tel lin' Mas' Tom, an' I want to prise him. Mas' Tom is made me feel good a many time I want to make him feel Sis ood wunst. He don't nuvvur eame way, an' ain't teed dat pin, or he would ha' had it 'fore now" Then Little Joe bestirred himself and obtoiningthe assistance of a friend, took his dry goods box up to Capitol Square. There he turned it upside down, spread a newspaper over the top and proceeded to display his wares. A pyramid of three apples stood in on* corner a small stock of peppermint candy was its vis-a-vir, a tiny glass of peanuts graced the third, and was con fronted by a lemon that had seen life, and was more sere than yellow. But the ctewning glory was the center-piece —an unhappy looking pie of visage pale and thin physique, yet how beautiful to Joe! He stepped back on his crutches, turning his head from side to side as he surveyed the effect, took up a locust branch he had brought with him to brush away the flies, and,leaning against the iron railing, with calm dignity awaited coning events. His glance presently fell on the fig ure of a negro boy, who stood gasing with longicg eyes on the delicacies of his table, and it was with a strange feel ing of kinship that Little Joe continued to regard the new comer, for he, too, had been branded by misfortune. He appeared about Joe's age, and should have been taller, but his legs had been amputated nearly up to the knee, and as he stood on the pitiful stumps, sup- Sead orted oy a short cane in one hand, his was hardly as high as the iron railing. He had none of Joe's bright ness, but looked ragged and dirty and hungry, and evidently had no Mas Tom to help the good Lord and the birds of the air to take care of him. His skin was of a dull, ashen hue, and the short wool which clung close to his scalp was sunburnt till it was red and crisp, and formed a curious contrast to his black face. One arm was bare, only the rag ged remains of a sleeve hanging over the shoulder, and it seemed no great misfortune that his legs had been short ened, for be had hardly pantaloons enough to cover what he had left. He looked at the pie, and Joe looked at him. Presently the latter inquired seriously, "Whar yo' legs?" "Cut off," was the answer. "How come dey cut off?" "Feet was frovbit. Like ter kill me." "What yo' name?" asked Joe. "Kiah.'f "What were yo' ole mas' name?" "Didn't have no ole mas'.'" "Was you a natchul free nigger?" "Dunno what you mean," said Kiah. "'Fore we was all sot free," explained Little Joe. "Wos you born wid a ole mas' an' a ole mis' or was you born free?—jes* natchully free." "Free,' said Kiah, thus placing him self, as every Southerner knows, under the ban of Joe's contempt. Umph! my Lor'! Dat pie do sholv smell good." "You look hongry," said Joe, gravely. "I is," said Kiah, "hungry as a dog." Negroes are generous oreatures, and Joe's mind was fully made up to give Kiah a piece of pie but before he sig nified this benevolent intention he rested his crutches under his shoulders and swung his misshapen feet almost in Kiah's face. He leered at him he grinned at him he stuck his chin in his face, and made a dash at htm with the crown of his head finally snapping his eyss and slapping his sides and swing ing his heels to the following edition of "Juba," repeated with incredible rap idity and indescribable emphasis: Ruby-eyed Simmon seed 8ee Billy hoppiu* jes' in time, Juba dis an' Jul* dat, Juba killed de jailer oat. Roan' de kittle 'possum fat, Whoop-a-hoy! whoop-a-hoy I Double step o'Juba! Forty pouna o' candle grease Settm on de mantel piece. Don't you see old Granny Grace I She look so homelyin de fee*. Up de wall an' down de 'tttfen, Gimmeax sharp asstokle. Cut deniggerti wooaan pipe What estop all de smsKiffrs I Git up dar, you little trigger! Can't you pat dej ha? fe-ti^^sgWi^ta-^aaJtf J*KW^BMi»a3gf^PWCBWW^-*^tf' {«»W.«W*m-»OftiW^ »*?3iwW*i«(W!e*W6'!**^^ He ttoi. {dlngof uddenly and grinned ft. Kii ferociously at Kiah. K"ia gax«" stol idly back ai Joe. Then Joe stepped to the table, took up a rusty old pocket knife, and cutting out a piec* of the pie, handed it to Kiah. Kiah bit off a point of the triangle with his eyes fixed on Joe as if in doubt whether he would be allowed to proceed, but finding that the liberty was not resented, he eagerly devoured the remaieder, drew his eoat sleeve across his mouth, and -said "Thanky." And thus their friendship! commenced., It was, very touching and beautiful, the attachment which was formed be tween these two unfortunate creatures. Neither could perform the labor or join in the sports incident to his age, and they seemed drawn together by the attraction of a common misery. Every day, some little service, pitiful in its insignificance except to themselves some little humble office from one to the other, some little act of self-denial perhaps the saving of a few cold pota toes that had been given to Kiah, or the sacrifice of a buttered roll that Joe had got at Wise's—every day some lit tle thing served to cement the friend ship which gave to each a companion who did not,mortify him: and they be came inseparable, Joe taking Kiah to the little shed where he spent his nights and making him an equal partner in business during the day. The next time Joe came to be set up he gave Mr. Wise a knowing wink and said mysteriously: "Don't you go buy in' no bres'pin to wa'ar to de weddin', Mas' Tom.' "Why not, Joe "Cos ain't no use in two bres'pins,an' dar ain't no tellin' what mout happen 'fore dat weddtn* come off." Mr. Wise laughed, but he had no premonition that Joe had entered into a successful negotiation for the grocer's execrable crescent, and the shock was therefore unbroken when on tho even ing of his marriage Joe entered his dressing room and presented it to him with an air of pride so pitiful that it would have made a woman cry. Tom was fully as much surprised as Joe had anticipated, and affected to be as greatly delighted and when he had completed his toilet of faultlessly quiet tone he pinned the horrible thing in his shirt bosom, and thanked Little Joe for the gift with all the gracious cour tesy of his fine nature. Mr. Wise was to "stand" with a friend of his sister's who was a guest iu tho houso, and, as they fancied them selves very much in love with each other, they had agreed to meet in tho parlor an hour before that appointed for the ceremony, that they might en- 'oy a quiet tete-a-tete before the assem the guests. Having finished his toilet, he accordingly went dov/n, and was dooa joined by the lady. They promenaded up and down the parlors, and again and again her eyes rested curiousfy on the pin, but she made no allusion to it till her feelings had become entirely irresponsible, when she interrupted him in the mid dle of a sentence to inquire what on earth it was, and where no got it, and why he wore it. Then he sat down by her side, with lace curtains shimmering in the twi light, and long mirrors reflecting ala baster vases and oil paintings, and the air heavy with the perfume of flowers, and told her about Little Joe—of his shapeless feet and forlorn life, his empty pocket and grateful heart. And she agreed that it must be dreadful to be so poor and deformed, and all that, and of course he ought to be grateful, but really she thought Mr. Wise rather morbid in his philanthropy when he could wear that brass moon before five hundred people only to please a little deformed negro. "Perhaps you do not understand," said Tom, gently, "that I have given Joe permission to witness tbe ceremony, (I believe I told you that he was the personal property of my mother, and a favorite with her,) and he will cer tainly know whether I wear this pin that ha has worked for, and gone in debt for, and probably starved himself for. Will there be any one here—save yourself—whose laugh I dread enough to induce me to mortify and disappoint him "It will make us both ridiculous," said she, haughtily. Tom quietly unfastened the pin and placed it in his vest pocket, and with it disappeared Miss Annan's prospect of becoming Mrs. Wise, enviable as she deemed the position. "I have no right to include you in my sacrifice, if sacrifice there be," said he with grave courtesy, and referred no more to the matter but as soon at he could leave her he sought his sister, and requested that the honor of stand ing with Miss Annan might be confer red on Mr. Marshall, and himself allow ed to take Mr. Marshall's partner, she being a little girl on whose pluck and good nature he could alike rely. His sister had no time to enter into partic ulars, but made the desired change, and Mr. Wise said to Miss Annan, "I could not sacrifice you, so I have sacrificed myself, and am a volunteer in the noble army of martyrs." When, however, as the bridal cortege passed through tin hall, he saw Joe nudge a fellow-servant with his elbow and point out the pin, he felt repaid, though Miss Annan was holding her head very high, indeed. The next morning Little Joe came by the office: "What did de folks say 'bout yo' bres'pin, Mas' Tom "Say? Why they did not know what to say, Joe. They could not take their eyes off me. That pin knocked the black out of everything there. The bridegroom couldn't hold a candle to me," said Mr. Wise and Joe laughed aloud with delight. "Did they give you your supper?" "Diddat, Mas' Tom an' I tuk home a snowball an' a orange to Kiah," sail Little Joe. Late on the evening of the same day Mr. Wise was about leaving his office when Little Joe himself appeared, sob bing bitterly, tears streaming down his face: "Oh, Lordy, Mas' Tom' Oh, Lordy!" "What is the matter, Joe?" "Oh, Lordy, Mas' Tom! Kiah's gone dead!" "Kiah! Is it possible What was the matter asked Mr. Wise. "Oh, Lordy! oh Lordy!" shouted Little Joe. "Me an' him went down to de creek an' was playin' baptism', an' I'd done baptised Kiah. an'—oh, me, an' he stepped out too fur, an' bis legs was so short he lost his hold on me an' drowned an' I couldn't ketch him cos I couldn't stan' up widout nothin to hold on to. Oh, Lordy! I wish I nuv vur ha' heered o' baptism'! I couldn't get him out, an' I jes' kep' on *-hol lerin', but nobody didn't come till Kiah was done drownded." "I am sorry for you, Joe I wish I had been there. Bat, aa far as Kiah is concerned, i^W^a^^fl^-uettfrWUtlM^^^eu^^ heis: better off fthan he was before," said Mr. Wise. "No, he ain't Mas' Tom," Said Joe stoutly: "leas'ways, Kiah didn't think so hisse'f^cos ef he had a wanted to die he could ha' don* it long an' merry ag°- ,ldon!t b'leeve in no such fool talk as dead folks beip' better off dan dey was hefo'." Tom was silent, and Little Joe wdnt on with renewed tears: "I come up to ax you to gimme a clean shirt an' a par o' .draw's to put on Kiah. Yeu needn't had feet like some folks, Kiah wouldn't ha* beett'drbwnded!" ,. "Take this up to the house," said Mr. Wise, handing him a note, "and Miss Mollie will give you whatever you want." "Thanky, sir," said Joe. "I know you ain't got no coffin handy, but you can gimmo de money and 1 can git one. I don't recon it will take much, cos Kiah warn't big." Then Mr. Wise wrote a note for the undertaker, and directed Joe what to do with it. The next day was cold and dark and misty, and the paupers' hearse that conveyed Kiah to the graveyard was driven so fast that poor little Joe the only mourner, could hardly deep up as he hopped along behind on his crutches. The blast grew,keener and the mist heavier, and before Kiah was buried out of sight the rain was falling in tor rents that drenched the poor little cripple sobbing beside the grave, and the driver of the hearse, a good-hearted Irishman, sajd to him, "In wid ye. or get up here by me, an' yo're a mind to. rutake ye back." But Joe shook his head, and pre pared to hop back as he had hopped out. "Thankee, sir," said he, "but I'd rather walk. I feels like I would be gittin' a ride out o' Kiah's funeral. The wind blow open his buttonless shirt, and tho rain beat heavily on his loyal little breast, but he struggled against the storm, and paused only once on his way home. That was be sides the goods box that he and Kiah had for a stall. Now it was drenched with rain and tho sides bespatteied with mud, and the newspaper that had served for a cloth had blown over ono corner and was soaked and torn, but clung to its old companion, though tho wind tried to tear it away and the ram to boat it down. Little Joe stood a minute beside it, and cried h.uder than ever. tor several days Little Joe drooped and shivered and refused to eat, and at length he sent for Mr. Wise, but Mr. Wise was out of town, and did not re turn for a week and though, when be got home, the first thing he did was to visit Little Joe, he came too late, fur Joe would never again rise from the straw pallet on which he lay, nor use the crutches that now stood idle in the corner. His eyes brightened and ho smiled faintly as Tom entered like a breath of fresh air—so stroug and fresh and vig orous that it made one feel better only to be near him. "Why, Joe! how is this?" The little cripple paused to gather up his strength then he said: "Busted agin, Mas' Tom, and you can't nuvvur sot me up no mo'." "Oh, stuff! Dr. North can if I can't. Why didn't you send for him when you found I was away "I dunno, sir I nuvvur thought 'bout it." Turning to the woman with whom Joe lived, "And why the 1 didn't you do it aid Tom angrily. "I didn't know Joe was so sick," said se. "Tain't no use sen'in' for no doctor now. I jes* been tellin' Joe he beteer not put eff making peace wid de Lord." "I don't reckon the Lord is mad wid me, Nancy. What is I done to him I didn't use to cuss, and I didn't play marbles on Sunday, cos I oouldn't play 'em no time, like the boys dat had feet." "Ef you don't take keer you'll be too late, like Kiah. A ain't a-sayin' where Kiah is now—'taint for me to jedge," said Nancy, "but you better be a try in' to open de gate o' Paradise." Piping the words out slowly and painlully, Little Joe replied, "I don't b'leeve I keer 'bout goin' 'less Kiah can git in too but I 'spee' he's dar,cos I don't see what de good Lord could ha' had agin him. He oughtn't to thought *ard o' nothin' Kiah done, cos he warn't nuvvur nothin' but a free nigger, an' didn't hav no ole mas' to pattern by. Maybe He'll let us bofe in. 1 know Kiah waitin' for me somewhar, but I dunno what to say to him. You ax Him, Mas' Tom." He spoke more feebly, and his eyes were getting dull, but the old instinct of servitude remained, and he added: "Ain't you got nothin' to spread on the flo', Nancy, so Mas' Tom won't git his knees dirty Immediately and reverently Tom knelt on the clay floor, and as nearly as he remembered it, repeated the Lord's Prayer. "Thanky. Mas' Tom," said Little Joe, feebly. "What was dat—ole mis' —used to—sing 'Oh, Lam o'—God— I come—I—.' The words ceased and tho oyes remained half closed, the pu pils fixed. Little Joe was dead. JENNIE WOODVILLE. —It isn't considered good manners anywhere, except in Chicago, for a lady to sit with her feet on a chair and spit out of a third-story window. —Western papers are combining to discourage the offering of prizes at fairs for the best woman equestrians, as they say the exercise is too trying and kills most of the women engaged in it. —When one woman attempts to pass another woman going down a church aisle, and rips off that other woman's hanging poc'.et in doing it, even the most cursory examination of the let ter's countenance will make it plain that the Sabbath in her soul has fled. —The following is given as a descrip tion of the girl of the period: She is finished in her manners, though her education's poor. She has polished off the former by a long, expensive tour while the latter, under "Madame" of the foreign sounding name, was so styl ishly conducted, no one had the heart to blame. Since she left the classic temple, with her stock of foreign lore, she has never seen the volumes on the shelf behind the door but she reads the daily papers, when she finds a mo ment's time, for the personals and wed dings have an interest sublime. She is gifted with endurance that an Amazon might price, and can dance from night to morning, when the stars have left the skies. She is fond of foreign phrases culled from Spanish or from German and everything is "splendid," from a ribbon to a sermon. *«J°***'taWW**w^w^*«it».W*: I«M*4nctt«n K*redlab Turnip In The New. York Tribune says':—A somewhat romantic, story accounts,, for the introduction' of j^hei Swedish turnip into Great Britain. Mr. Miller was an eminent farmer-near Dumfries, in Scot land. He had been a sailor in his youth andtbad of course been,wrecked upon a lee shore. From that disaster' he con ceived the idea that a ship that could be moved by paddles would be a "good thing to have when dfuising off lee shores. He carried his idea into execu tion and bdilt a vessel fitted up with paddles which could worked by means of awindlaas. ,(Tb,is he offered to the British government, bv whom it was refused. He then offered it to Charles XIH of Sweden, who accepted it, and in return presented the Scotch farmer with a gold snuff box I with diamonds. In the box was a .ece of paper in which a few small seeds were wrapped. These Mr. Miller sowed up on his farm, and the result was Swedish turnips, or rutabagas. Thus we owe this valuable root, or at least our knowledge of it, to the shipwreck of Mr. Miller upon a lee shore. Of course we fully believe it. A Perfect YeaH. Sift a pint of flour, pour boiling wa ter on it till thoroughly wet, stir well and set aside ti.l cooled to blood heat. Then add a teacupfull of yeast. In twenty-four hours the mass will all be yeast of the best quality. To make this into yeast cakes, work enough sifted cqrn meal into it to ena ble the mass to be rolled out flat on a board or table top. Cut it into squares and dry a brisk wind but not a hot sun. If kept perfectly dry, this yeast will remain good for a year or more, but is best when made every three or six months. Experiment 'With. Potatoes. Potatoes of large size are said to be produced by a monk in France, by cut ting two side shoots from each stalk when it is five to seven inches high, and setting them in good, rich, mellow gar den soil. In a few days they send out roots, and form tubers about as early and in as large quantities as the origi nal stalk, while the latter does not seem to be injured by the moderate priming. The experiment also seems to have been successfully tried elsewhere previously. The plan may be found es pecially sei viceable in the propagation of new and rare varieties for seed. Indian Pickle. This consists of all kinds of pickles mixed, and put into one large jar— gherkins, cucumbers sliced, button on ions, cauliflowers broken in pieces, rad ish pods, small 'string beans. Lay them on platters, and cover with salt for three days then scald them in vinegar for a few minutes skim out into the jar. Cut a largo white cab bage into quarters and chop it fine, salt it thoroughly over night, and then add to the pickles. To one gallon of strong vinegar put four ounces of ace ginger, bruised, two ouuees of whole pepper corns, two ounces of allspice, four oun ces of tumeric, ono pound of the best mustard. The vinegar and all the ingredients, excepting tho mustard, must boil together for twenty-flve min utes. Then strain it into a pan, put the mustard into a bowl, and wet it up with vinegar, mixing it until entirely free from lumps, adding the vinegar in small quantities. Then mix it with the spiced vinegar, and turn all the pickles into the pan, mixing them well to gether. Put them all into the jar and cover tightly. Ho to take Care of China and Cilaeaware. In the average household few things suffer more from ill usage than porce lain and glass, especially the finer kinds of such ware. We copy from the Bos ton Journal of Chemistry a few prac tical suggestions on the best methods of cleansing and preserving these fragile materials: One of the most important things is to season glass and china to sudden change of temperature, so that they will remain sound after such exposure to sudden heat and cold. This is best done by placing the articles in cold water, which must gradually be brought to the boiling point, and then allowed to cool very slowly, taking several hours to do it. The commoner the materials, the more care in this respect is required. The very best glass and china is always well seasoned or an nealed, as the manufacturers say, before it is sold. It the wares are properly seasoned in this way, they may be washed in boiling water without fear of fracture, except in frosty weather, when, even with the best annealed wares, care must be taken not to place them suddenly in too hot water. All china that has any gilding on it may on no account be rubbed with a cloth of any kind, but merely rinsed in hot and afterward in cold water, and thtn left to drain till dry. If the gilding is very dull and requires polishing, it may now and then be rubbed with a soft wash leather and a little dry whiting but this operation must not be repeated more than once a year, otherwise the gold will be most certainly rubbed off and the china spoilt. When the plates, etc., arc put away in the china closet, pieces of paper should be placed be tween them to prevent scratching on the glaze or painting, as the bottom of all ware has little particles of sand ad hering to it, picked up from the oven wherein it was glazed. The china closet should be in a dry situation, as a damp closet will soon tarnish the gild ing of the best crockery. Preparing and Parking Poultry. Poultry should be fat, and kept 24 hours from food before killing to have the crop empty. Food in the crop sours, blackens the skin, injures the sale of poultry, and buyers will not pay for this useless weight. Opening the vein in the neck or bleeding in the mouth is the proper mode of killing. If bled inside the throat the bill should be pried open with a piece of chip and the poultry be hung up by the feet on a line. This makes bleeding free and prevents bruising. The head and feet should be left on and the entrails in. The- flesh should not be mutilated in any manner. Tur keys and chickens dry-picked keep much longer and sell higher than the scalded. If the picking is done by scalding, the water should be heated just to the boiling point, and the poul try held by the feet, dipped in and out of the water four or five times, counting three each time in and out. The work should be done quickly, neatly and thoroughly. After picking, hang up the poultry by the feet in a cool, dry mm Pure, soft water is blood purifiers. It M\\\Ml out the best of all dissolves almost A hot lemonade is one of the best remedies the world for a cold. It acts promptly and effectively, and li?n no unpleasant after effects. One lew in properly squeezed, cut in slices, ptii with sugar, and cover with a half pint of boiling water. Drink just before going to bed, and do not expose your self on the following day. 1 his rem edy will ward off an attack of the chills and fever if used promptly. A Sad, Strange Fancy* [New York Letter St. Locus Republican.] There dwells in this city a lady who in all respects seems a sano and sensi ble woman. She lost five years ago an only daughter of great promise, seven teen years old, and the idol of the mother. Since her child's death she has had the room she used to occupy cleaned daily, and the untouched bed pulled to pieces and made over. She sits before a vacant chair at the table and carefully fills the unused plate, and spring and fall buys the newest and prettiest things for "Addie," giung away the last year's garments, "Ad die' having done with them. There is no appearance of mental gloom er dis order about her, yet she carries this v-gary into every a't of her life. Rid ing out, no one ever sits beside her, as that seat is filled by the imaginary air-drawn daughter. When seats are taken at a theatre, her husband always gets three. You seo the vacant chair between them, where she sup poses the dead AdchV' sits and views tho perform ance. She is cheerful and happy, and asked a friend of mine the other d?y for the pattern of a wrapper, saying Addic kept her room so much it would be serviceable, and several days later 1 saw the poor mother busily braiding a cashmere sack for "Addie." She will speak with all rationality for hours on all subjects, but suddenly excuse her self, saying she must go to "Addie" for a few moments. Sitting beside the empty bed (to which her daughtei was confined for two years before her death) she clasps an unseen hand and talks hours together to her phantom child. It is a strange case, but by no means a sad one, since her tender ministra tion to this viewless "Addie" makes the mother's beart rejoice. To all in tents and purposes the daughter seems to her to be with her constantly. ,IIer husband contemplates taking her abroad, and the lady is already pack ing up Addie's things. 'Locking Up tbe Tower." At the present moment, when the free opening of the Tower is exciting such general interest, it may not be un interesting to mention a custom called the locking up of the Tower, which is carried out nightly at 11 o'clock. As the clock strikes that hour the yeoman porter, clothed in a long red cloak, bear ing a huge bunch of keys, and accom panied by a warder carrying a lantern, stands at the front of the main guard house and calls out, "Escort keys." The sergeant of the guard and five or six men then turn out and follow him to the outer gate, each sentry challenge ing as they pass with, "Who goes there the answer being "Keys." The gates being carefully locked and barred, the procession returns, the sen tries exacting the same explanation, and receiving the same answer as be fore. Arriving once more at the front of the main guard-house, the sentry gives a loud stamp with his foot and asks, "Who goes there'" "Keys." "Whose keys^" "Queen Victoria's keys." "Advance, Queen Victoria's keys, and all's well." The yeoman porter then calls out, "God bless Queen Victoria." To which the guard re sponds, "Amen." The officer on duty gives the word, "Present arms," and kisses the hilt of his sword, and the yeoman porter then marches alone across the parade, and deposits the keys the lieutenant's lodgings. The ceremony over, not only is all egress and ingress totally piocluded, but even within the walls no one can stir without being furnished with the countersign.— London Standard. PECULIARITIES. —Twenty-one girls of Kenosha, Wis., have "Resolved that if the young men won't come and see us, we will go and see them." —Clergymen insinuate that wedding fees this autumn are by no means as liberal as they used to be. More "signs of the times?" —John Henry's wife insisted upon a seal-skin jacket, and when he economi cally endeavored to supply it with hot sealing-wax didn't the fur fly —Nothing will sooner tempt a bache lor to abandon his resolution to marry than to sleep in the adjoining room to a young couple with a colicky baby. —A widow who says that she i$ she homeliest woman in Newport,Kehtucky, advertises for a husband. He^tnust be middle-aged, good natured, but not beautiful, "as I want to love bint all myself." ^w^r^^r^f^^i placed till alf animal heat out and the poultry thoroughly cold! and dry. Avoid freezing, as poultry wiHH4ip*T keep long after thawing. W,rap in thin, light, strong .paper.,,' Brdwn, *nd dark, heavy paper, having Udo-rnuch acid in it, injures the'' poultry.'' The head .should be wrapped separately. Al ways pack head downward. —HChisr throws the soft1', entrant on' the breast bone, the^ manufacturers. We shall take pleasure poultry keeping longer in.this position. Pack in clean, dry, tight flour barrels* Geese and, ducks, after beings killed,, should ba^e. ttll the feathers picked ftft, then rubbed all over thoroughly wiih fine resin, after which dip them in boil ing hot water, in and out seven or eight times, then rub off the pin-feathers, alter which wash off the fowl with warm water, using soap and & band brush. Immediately aftei, rinse them well in cold water, then hang them up by the feet in a cool, dry place till they are thoroughly dry, when they can bo wrapped and packed as before suggest ed. Poultry thus dressed and packed will, in moderately cold weather, keep sweet and fresh for fifteen or twenty days, and can be shipped from the ex treme West with safety, by freight. MOBIBB MANCFACTDBINO CO., NEW Tons. ST. PAWL, July 0,1874.TrC^irnjniM: "We take pleasure in stating that for some years past we have sold largely of Phelon's Select Perfumes, Soaps, 4c. So far as we know they have given general satisfaction. Th#,periumeB, es pecially tho White Roseand Wood Vio ejt» seem.^fnjljrreqnal those made by he most celebrated English and French in representing'you still on your excel lent pTeparations-iu this market. Very respectively,* r,,,, NOYES BROS, OVCCTLEB. Morse's Luxiirene, a new and refined deodorized compound of coooanut, oil, &c, for the hair. Price 50 cents. For salirby all druggets. SEHD YOUR ORDERS FOE DRY GOODS DIRECT TO *S D. W. Ingersoll & Co. St. Paul. They will fill all orders at the very lowest prices, and send goods O D. to any part of tbe State. The trade built up by Messrs.1 Ingeraoll A Co. through their order department is very large, and their reputation for every impurity that may find its way fair dealing and low pricef it such as into the mood, and passes it off through the skin, lungs'and kidneys, thus wash ing out the blood without any irrita tion in passing through the.system and without those chemical changes and de posits which are likely to arise from the action of drugs. Why then use doubtful, dangerous and often injurious drugs for purifying the blood when pure simple, safe, pleasant and far more effectual water may bo had without money and without price to commend them to all of our readers who wish good goods at low prices. They will send samples upon appli cation, and we heartily recommend them to all out readers. june28 POWERS BROTHERS, Ai». 59 E.-Taird-*t, Nt.~Pavt~, JHinn. Wholesale and Retail Dealers in DRY GOODS, Notions, Hosiery, Trimmings, Ac, Keep the largest stock and sell cheaper, than any house in the city. Goods sent on orders by Express, C. O. D., to any part of the coun try, and satisfaction guaratttttd. Agents for Butterick's Celebrated Patterns. Send for catalogue. 191 190 J• I liver ffroa. or Howard* I St. Paul Steinway Pianos and Burdett Organs on easy payments, Accordeons from f3 to 915. Best Italian Strings, Sheet Music, &c. Orders to be sent C. O. D. promptly filled. 191 190 N O A S Manufectur QCIIOOL. r%i*sii«. Send for Circular. MI 4JL44€ ztatwedd And Telegraphic Institute. All'Depart »reuts of a first-clasg Business College fully tepresented For full particulars, send to Prot W. A. PADDlS,St. Paul, LIFE INSURANCE! Active agents wanted in every City and Village in Minnesota, foe the Wa&tngtoa Lite Insuiaiice Company of New York. Apply to J. A. S\B1W. »'. Paul, '9a 193 State Agent. FURNITURE! J. 'I. POM ROY has In stock and will keep ron'tantly on hand an elegant stock of Furniture. Call and examine befoia you pur chase So 75 Jackson £St, jrnerjof Fifth, «T. PAUL, MINN. 107 19v S. L. SHELDON, 69 and 70, Levee, St. Paul. 4ny farmer wanting I Case & Co'» Thresher, Rattle Crest Vibrator Thresher, Whitewater Wago^, Mradow King Mower, or Uitle Champion Reaper, correspond jwlta S. SHELDON. .) A 10 Levcc. st. Panl, Minn. •R.L.HARDENBERGH Importer and Dealel in Leather and Findings. No. 78 East Third Street. SJ. PAUL, MINN. ^26214 THE GALENIC IBSTITUTE, Established 1861 and chartered by the Legi* Hature for the treatment of all diseases- ot ner vous aud private nature. -sftr N N E A O I S The Phyeicianatif the Institute may be con sulted personally or by etter. THE SECRET MOKITOS And Guide to Health, a private Medical Treatise, containing 300 pages and over 100 plates and engravings, sent to any address under seal on receipt of price, 60 cents. A Private Medical Pamphlet of 32 pases, with valtiable information lor ~tk£ afflicted, sent in a sealed envelope on recent of six cents or two stamps. Address «Jl--4etter» thus THE GALENIC INSTITUTE, Office: 129 West Third street, ST. PAUL, MINN. SCHOOL Furniture, Maps.aiobes.Charts: School Books, mottoes and rewards, mall, ed on receipt cr price. Send for circnlar. Metcalf& Duron, St Paul. l» _i9 M. BOHRER, Agent, CoumiaaioB Merchant. Robert St., eor. 6th, Jt. Paul. Dairy butter and cheese a special^HEeier to P. McQuillan & Co., N. B. Harwood. 136-214 pat NO POSTPONEMENT I tirud Mesial Jubilee ind Ctictrt Sioux City, Iowa, Positively Thursday, Nov. Q6tht 1874 100,000 in caab and valuable real estate will se distributed amongthe tick et holder?. Only 65,000 ticketswill be i» 3ued,a large portion of these already sold People's scheme. Net profits to go to Chamber of Commerce, Fire and Militia Companies, and the Public Library of Sioux City. Single Tickets, 13 two tor »5. Reliable agents wanted. Liberal commissions allowed Send for tickets terms or circulars to N. ATTEND ACH ft CO., Novl4 Sioux City. Iowa. W1H. A. TAN S E A CO., CommlsMion a Wholesale dealers In Grain and Prodace, No 40 Sibley St., bet. loird and Fourth 8t*8ain' Panl, Minn. Bay all kinds of country pro duce. References—Pimt National Bank, St. Panl Meeera Strong,fcackett& Chagrin, fit. rani Messrs. P.F. McQuillan A Co., »£Paul. Messrs. Camp A Smith, St. Paul Messrs. Cher iirei' ft Frrwell. St. Panl Apntsa WIW. A. VAN SLYKE A CO., Com. mission Merchants, wholesale dealers in Grain and all kinds of Country Produce. $°:,?'i S N"11- RefereneYT 1st Nat'l.Bank, 1. F. McQuillan & Co., Can» Snuth, Cheritree & FarwelLs, St Patu P. C. A. Nor a—» I