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Weekly EMOCRAT. D ' L. O. GOULD, Publisher. Devoted to the Interests of the Democratic Party, and the Collection of Local and General News. Two Dollars per Annum, in Advance, VOL. VI.--NO. 46. EATON, OHIO, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 4, 1873. WHOLE NUMBER 332. " """"" " THE LITTLE HAND. rrhis sweet little gem of a poem Is the prod notion of the Ute Lady Lawrence, wife of Sir Henry Lawrence, who was killed in the beginning of the loepoy reoemon, in mala :j That hand f thine, my precious child. How oft its soft caress I won. And ask, with many a hope and fear. What is that little hand to do T How ductile, soft, unworn by toll, The ready instrument of play, It executes the fancies quaint That make life thy one holiday. It rolls the ball, it guides the pen, And ciphers strange can deftly trace; And oft, with warm affection's gush. It fondly strokes my careworn face. The mimic arms H well can wield, And rein thy small and steady steed ; And when we eon the lettered page, Points to the tiny words we read. And in thy parents' hands tis clasped, When night and morn our prayer is pray'd ; And pillows oft thy rosy cheek When slumber's spell is on thee laid. Twill not be always thus, my boy, ' 1 For real life has other tasks WluUU that little hand to dot Once more thy yearning mother asks. Is H to guide the seaman's helm, Or point the gun 'mid flashing swords ; Or will it wield the student's pen. And clothe thy thoughts in living words ? Will It be hard and worn with ton T Or pale with sickness' livid hue T Oh ! oould thy mother's heart divine What is that little hand to do I But might her fervent prayer prevail. Unsullied should that hand remain dean from corruption's filthy touch, And pure from every sinful stain. Btill ready for thy master's work, The servant of a willing mind, More prompt to give than to receive And grasped m many-a greeting kind. And may another hand be found To hold it in love's wedded grasp ; And may the bands which God then joins Be one till death shall loose their clasp. MY GRANDMOTHER'S LEGACY. I abut my eyes am I dreaming ? I open them again. Oh, no, it is a bright reality. The close-oat grass stretching oat from my window, down to the over grown plantation, is the same across which my ancestors tripped in their high-heeled shoes, before the red tide of the revolution swept them away. The old stone foundation, with its broken Triton and mouldering dolphin, then threw its silver spray far into the Bunny air ; now, a few slow drops trickle among the mosses that fringe its edge. Have you ever lived where there was not something that reminded you of the dead? This is the chair in which they were sitting, long years before I was born. - Yonder is the conch where they "were lying when death opened for them the door of life. Their eyes saw what I am seeing ; their ears heard the song of the birds as I hear them" now. The x.1 . : i. i table J. gathered, them this morning Tinder the oaks in the plantation ; and bo, hands that have been dost for ages, : gathered them on some sweet spring morning in the past. I am sitting in the little, dark-pan-neled room where, one sunny morning, ' my grandmother sat with her child in her arms, when a courier arrived, pant ing, breathless : "The queen is guillo tined ! " There was no more hope ; my grandmother must fly. Clasping her babe to her heart, she arose ; horses were saddled ; . a rapid flight to the coast ; a tearful meeting with her hus band, disguised as a fisherman ; trem bling haste ; a crazy boat on a stormy sea ; a landing on the shore of Scotland poor, friendless, with aching hearts. Such was the story I had often heard from my grandmother's lips. Left an orphan in my babyhood, she "was father, mother, all to me. Hour after hour I have sat at her feet, listen ing to tales of " beautiful France," of the gay court, the beautiful queen, the old chateau where her happiest days were Bpent.' "You were not born there, pauvre petite," she would say, softly. "Ah! that was wrong; but yon may die there I think you will. Yon will be thankful for that, Mignon?" And her eyes would wander over the bleak Bootch moor, seeing beyond them the bine sky and flowery fields of her sunny France. Does she know that her half prophecy has been in part fulfilled ? Does she know that at last my feet tread the grass-grown paths in the old gar den ? that for me the birds sing and the trees shake out their tender leaves ? A new generation of leaves, but still the same her eyes saw and loved. There is little changed. A friend remembered lis ; the estates were saved, and I inher ited them. Not much money ; bat the gray walls, the trees, the fields, are mine. I look around ; I say, " My own." Does she know all this ? I be lieve she does. Her picture looks down upon me now ; .not as I remember her, with silvery hair . shading her delicate high-born face, but young, with laugh ing eyes, and ripe lips just parted in a smile. ' '. , :. - In the long talon beyond are rows of haughty faces, blooming faces, stern, wicked, saintly faces. One after another they lifted the burden of life, bore it awhile, then laying it down crept away to their long, dreamless sleep, under the stones in the little chapeL Now there is only one weak woman's hand to Lift the banner of the name they bore so long and nobly. Stretch out your shadowy hands that its folds trail not in the dust! Strengthen me, shades of the dead, that I bear it not unworthily! The air is still with that stillness that speaks of life, not death. Somewhere in the distance Jean is drawing water. The creaking of the wheel becomes mu sical through faintness. In the farm yard the busy hens are cackling, and one loud-voiced cock is crowing lustily. Iiisette is clattering about her kitchen, singing a plaintive little song ; the . chorus reaches me "Marie ! Marie! e vous aime toujoura. " I am idly won dering who was Marie? And did the signer love her always ? Presently Lisette s heels click along the hall. "Mademoiselle's keys," she says, with a flash of her white teeth. Jean has found them among the peri winkle stars. I' take them from her hand. - One, smaller than the rest, has slipped off the ring. A little leather box, clasped with iron, stands before me on the window seat. A few days before her death, my grandmother gave it into my keeping. "Take it, mon enfant, it contains the life secrets of many of your race. There are stories, too, from other lips as they were told to me. You may like to read them. You a at it no by of by me my the of its the I in in be I me . , will keep it for my sake." My life has been a busy one, and I have never opened it. Now, as I fit the key into the rusty lock and raise the lid, a cloud of dust salutes me, and a musty, moldy smelL The papers are mildewed with age, the characters almost illegible. One is tied with a black ribbon ; choos ing this, I unroll the closely-written sheets. One falls oat ; it is in my grandmother s clear, firm nana. An I how long ago was that written 1 The date is 17 . "A strange thing has occurred. I was ill very ill a year ago. Dear Henri begged the Moorish physician (so he is called) to see me. He came, tall and grave. X was frightened, tie was gentle to me, and I grew to like him. He is always among the poor ; he will receive nothing from any one. Henri offered him money ; he refused. I gave him my hand, lie touched it with his lips. No one knows whence he comes, or who he is. The poor bless his name. He never smiles. I was Sure he had some great sorrow. " One day a man came to me and handed me a letter: "IamilL Will you come ? " I went with Henri. JXh& room was hung with black. The physician was by a window, looking out upon the court ; it -was full of people poor, and many weeping. He stretched out his hand and smiled. 'I have sent for you, madam, to say "farewell," and to ask for your husband to procure passports for my servant he is to take me home.' " Not now,' I cried, yon are ilL' . " ' No, not now,' he said ; 'to-morrow.' " I had flowers for him roses, deli cate fuchsias, and pure white lilies. ' He took them eagerly, inhaled their per fume, fondled them, and told me. the legends of their birth. " This is my flower,' he said, lifting lily from the rest. 'It has returned to us.' He held it close against his heart, saying sof tly, Is it an omen of good ? ' He sat musing a long time, gazing up the blue sky. "M revoir, 1 said as J. bent over him. He looked up brightly: " "No; adieu. " At the door I turned again : he waved his hand, then raised the lily to his lips and smiled. . In the morning his servant came and gave me a packet ; contained the manuscript I inclose. On the outside was writ tea: " This is the story of my life. No one will know it but yon. Adieu.' The man was weeping. ' Mis master had died during the night." 1 unrolled the yellow sheets. There was no heading to the story they con tained. I looked at the end ; there was name. It commenced abruptly : " I come of a doomed race. A curse hung over me at my birth. In conse quence of a horrible crime committed one of my ancestors, the good genius our race deserted us, and a demon. fierce and cruel, shadowod us with his black wings. " The first-born-child of every gener ation was doomed, if a boy, to an early and violent death ; if a girl, to a life of misery. Generation after generation the curse had fallen. ' By water,, by fire, j trie' sword, the nrst-born son had , perished ; and a mother' "wept bitter tears when a girl was placed in her arms. There was a legend that the curse would cease when one was found bold enough to foil the demon ; then. and then only, would the guardian of our race return. " There is Moorish blood in our veins. In the third generation our re mote ancestry shows itself. Men call 'the Moorish physician.' True to instincts, I have devoted myself to study of Eastern lore. The volume the heavens has long been open to my gaze. Earth's deepest mysteries have yielded to my touch. The voices of the deep breathe mighty secrets to my ear. and in the war of the elements, the flash of the lightning, the roar and thunder of the ; waves, when man shrinks back appalled, my spirit finds 1 wings. I was the second son.. My brother was assassinated by an unseen hand. "I returned to my home and plunged deeper and deeper into the abstruse studies I delighted in. Why could they not suffice I Alas ! I loved. Ah, fatal power I When we willed it, our love must be returned. As I knelt before altar, I looked upon the fair crea ture who had yielded her pure heart to me, as the priest may look on the vic tim at whose throat he holds the knife. was pressing the cup of anguish to those ruby lips ; those sweet eyes would soon overflow with bitter tears. And vet, madman that I was, with eager haste I clasped the fair blossom closer to my heart, knowing that my fatal grasp must blight its bloom for ever. " For one short year, earth's fairest hues spread out before me ; and then, darkness and in tempest, our child was born. There were vague mutter- gs in the air as I took my infant daughter in my arms. Uo you wonder that I could not answer back her moth er's happy smile ? My rose and its sweet bud grew day by day in loveli ness. I suffered tortures. Oh, that she might be taken before her gentle heart should bleed for the sufferings of her child 1 " Years passed. She began to fade my beautiful flower. I watched her anxiously. The wind and the wave saw my sorrow ; they reveal no secrets. Her sweet life ebbed so Blowly "would it too late ? With a sigh of thank fulness I closed her beautiful eyes. " I wandered from land to land, tak ing my child with me. I watched her every step. In agony I waited the time when the doom of our dark race should fall on her innocent heart. In Madrid a Spanish nobleman saw her. Her beauty charmed him. Bumors of my wealth had reached his ears. Artfully, selfish ly, he wove his chains around her. How hated him 1 From the first I knew him. The woe was ever worked by a human hand ; and as I watched the bale ful light in his hard eyes the close pressure of his thin, cruel lips I gnashed my teeth in impotent fury. My darling ! can you not see how that strong, fierce hand will crush all the sweetness out of your fresh, young life ? And she loved him. He would torn to with a smile of scornful triumph j I I . . . when her innocent eyes told him this. Madly jealous, if she displeased him he would cast a cold, hard look upon her, whispering harsh, cutting words of anger, till she paled and trembled, lifting pleading eyes to him. And I was powerless ! " I took her home. The Spaniard followed us. Our German winter chilled him, bnt he persevered. The spring came. Step by step he was forcing me back. In vain I niehtly lifted despair ing eyes to the proud stars ; they smiled down coldly on me, but no voice came. " Again I read the moldering parch ment which recorded the dire curse, and the mysterious words of prophecy regarding its fulfillment. By fasting and watching I strove to read their meaning. " ' The red hand shall do, while the white hand shall fail.' " 'The cypress-crowned cup shall confer immortality. " Both of these images foreshadowed death. " Then followed a legend : " A flower bloomed in the cleft of a rock. The fierce waves saw it ; they coveted its beauty, but the rock laughed down on them as they surged and foamed at its feet. The tempest woke, the waves arose ; they dashed their spray far np the face of the rock. Then the rock cried, ' Oh, Azrael 1 take thou the flower, for I can shelter it no longer.' Then Azrael heard, and stretching out his strong right hand he plucked the flower and bore it to sunny plains, where long it bloomed in peace and beauty. "In the watches of the night the meaning was made clear to me. I knelt and cried ' Oh, Azrael 1 I give my flower into thy keeping. See that thou bear her tenderly to sonny plains, where angel hands shall welcome her.' Then I called my child. She came and laid her sunny head upon my shoulder. I gave the cup of death into her hand ; I watched her drink it I spoke playful words to her ; I told her it was the elixir of life, and she smiled as she took it from my hand. I drew her to the casement ; she lay in my arms, and I spoke to her of the things she loved of the flowers and stars, and of the heaven ly plains where her mother wandered. She listened dreamily.. I forced my lips to smile as she clasped her arms about my neck. Her breath fluttered a little, and her startled ' eyes sought mine. I turned away. Suddenly she said, 'My father, there is some one standing in the moonlight, holding out to me a fair, white lily.' Then I knew the guardian of our . race had come for this, his child. J, bowedmy head. " In the morning came the Spaniard. bade him follow me. We stood beside her. He wrung his hands and wept. I had foiled the demon. " Do you wonder that while others smile my lips are grave ? Do you mar vel that I keep vigil by the couch of pain and sorrow? I have no remorse. did no wrong. Her pure, white soul went up to God without one stain ef earth to mar its loveliness. ' But oh, my child, my child ! . r aint voices call to me a hand has beckoned from the stars my time is short 1 My angel ones, I come !" I laid down the manuscript with a shudder. Could this be ? I looked around me fearfully. ' There in her dress of green, God s beautiful earth smiled up at the sky. The birds were singing overhead ; in the kitchen Jean and Iiisette were . laughing ; the bees hummed in and out of my window. Life busy, beautiful life was all around me. Turning the key on the ghostly story, I went out into the sunshine. Mrs. Young, No. 17. Testimony thickens in the case of Ann Eliza, wife No. 17 of the Prophet, to show that her matrimonial misery is merely a myth. John W.' Young, the son of the Prophet by wife No. 1, who is now in New York, has made a public statement, in which he affirms that Ann Eliza is a falsifier, and the truth is not in her. According to the statement of Young, Jr., Ann Eliza got divorced from her first husband, who was a plasterer, and was a widow with two children when she married Brigham. . When she con tracted her polygamous marriage, she did so with her eyes open. The farm on which she resided was the best in the Territory, and the house in which she lived, a handsome cottage, costing $12,000. A horse and carriage was at her service, and five servants ministered to her wants. When she said she must come to the city, she had a handsome house furnished her, and Brigham's steward was ordered to provide her with everything she desired. : Mr. Young further said, "If Ann Eliza had only asked for a divorce, and she had gone to President Young and told him what she wanted, he would have divorced her on the Bpot, and it would not have cost her three cents." Mr. Young closes his screed with the pertinent remark that, if the rest of the world desires to con vert the Mormons, better examples of its goodness must be sent to Utah. Ann Eliza is evidently in a bad box. There is no probability' that the courts will grant a divorce. Brigham will not compromise, his son says, all reports to the contrary notwithstanding, and Ann Eliza can never again be allowed to re sume the family relations or enjoy the apostolic embrace. She has evidently gone out of the frying-pan into the fire. To Stop the Bavages of Moths. Camphor will not stop the ravages of moths in carpets after they have com menced eating. Then they pay no re gard to the presence of camphor, cedar or tobacco. A good way to kill them is to take a coarse crash towel and wring it out of clear water. Spread it smoothly -on the carpet, then iron it; dry with a good hot iron, repeating the operation on all suspected places, and those least used. It does not injure the pile or color of the carpet in the least it is not necessary to press hard, heat and steam being the agents, and they do the work effectually on worms and eggs. Then the camphor will doubt less prevent future depredations of the miller. Miscellaneous. One woman has set out three thott sand trees in Greeley, Colorado. Kansas Crnr, Mo., is said to be the best cattle market in the United estates Anna Dickinson is not to go on the stage, but will deliver 100 lectures this winter. The Methodist Church, the world over, claims an aggregate of 15,000,000 members. " Fob sale or to reat" is posted on more than 6,000 houses and stores in New Orleans. Thb Sultan's second son, a lad of 12, has been made a rear admiral in the Turkish navy. A Buffalo minister recently baptized twenty-eight children with water that he had brought from the Joly JianO. Ktcv. Henry Ward Beechbb sailed in to New Haven, the other day, calmly seated on the cab of a locomotive. Any thing to make a sensation. Nobth Carolina furnishes a larger part than any other State ot the 400, 000 adults in the country who can neither read nor write. Ex-President Millard Fillmore is 73 years old. Fillmore and Andy Johnson are the only ex-Presidents living, and neither of them was elected to office. Owing to the bad sanitary condition of the miners' homes in England, the average length of life among them is be tween twenty-one and twenty-two years. Life insurance companies are sending out prescriptions for the prevention of cholera. If they would inclose a few clean shirts it would probably be as well. One of the Siamese twins was recent ly summoned to serve on a jury in North Carolina. Chang would not go, and Eng was fined $25 for non-attendance, i The experience of all countries that have been robbed of their forest is to the same effect, an experience of disas trous spring freshets and long summer drought. A patent medicine for children, which has recently been analyzed in Boston, was found to contain three-tenths of a grain of morphia in the dose directed for a child. The debt of "Vermont is only $195,- 649, while the treasury contains almost a quarter of a million dollars, and is credited with a large amount of uncol lected taxes. "ABXETthe champion camerpigeon which is to accompany the Graphic balloon, in a trial flight made the dis tance of sixty-four miles in an hour and a quarter. So great is the demand for Paris green and arsenic, used to kill cater pillars and cotton worms in the South, that both articles have considerably ad vanced in price. The condition of the Hon. John P. Hale is now more hopeful than at any other time since his recent misfortune. The fractured parts of the hip bone seem to be slowly uniting. ; England is afflicted with myriads of mosquitoes, creatures heretofore un known to that climate, produced by the recent unusual heat, and tie suffering natives are writing to the limes for help. Successful cattle breedere in Europe give molasses constantly to fatten cat tle and milch cows.- A large uerrnsn farmer gives a pint a day, mixed with oil cake, to his cows, largely increasing their milk. An ex-cook to the great Catharine II., of Russia, has jnst died at the ad vanced age of 127. The Emperor Nich olas pensioned" him with 700 roubles an nually. He leaves a son aged 98, whom they hope to raise if so untoward acci dent occurs to him. Down at Beaufort, S. C, the men take partners for surf bathing as for a dance. -A handsome young fellow plants himself in the water and opens his arms as the breaker is coming. A young lady nies to his clasp, and there remains safe un til all danger is over. Pope Pius IX. is reported as so fully restored to health as to be able to re sume his usual food and exercise. He retires a little before midnight, and rises at half-past five o'clock, attending during the day to ordinary ecclesiasti cal duties as before his lllueis. The carpet worm is a nev pest just discovered. It is of dark color, less than half an inch in length, nd covered with fine hair. It makes havoc with carpets in a short time. It is said that hne salt or hne cedar chips sprinkled on the edges of carpets will protect them from its ravages. "James Jenkins," said school-mas ter to his pupil, " what is an average ?" A thing, sir, answered the scholar, promptly, "that hens lay eggs on." " Why do you Bay that, you silly boy I replied the pedagogue. " Because, sir," said the youth, " I heard a gentleman say the other day as a hen would lay, on an average, a hundred and twenty eggs a year." This comes from Ohio : Under this sod And under theie trees Lieth the bod y of Solomon Peas He's not in this hole, But only his pod ; He shelled out bis soul And went np to his Qod. A very adhesive cement, and one par ticularly useful for fastening the brass mountings on glass lamps, as it is un affected by petroleum, may be prepared by boiling three parts of rosin with one part of caustic soda and five parts of water, thus making a kind of soap, which is mixed with one half its weight of plaster of paris. They tell of a harvest hand who was severely attacked with cholera morbus, and his physician asked if he had eaten anything the night before. " Oh, no ; nothing but a couple of cucumbers, a can of cove oysters and a watermelon or two." Some peoples' stomachs can't bear anything. A Vienna Bath. I have been testing a bath-house. I explored the establishment, asking eve ry one I met "fur ein warmes bad." Some pointed in one direction and some in anotlu r. At last I found myself be fore the woman who sold the tickets. I paid fifty kreutzers.. She called "Ma rie I " Marie, a bright, black-eyed German maiden, came. She went to a shelf and burdened herself with a quan tity of linen. Then she signed for me to follow. I went in an expectant, won dering and rather anxious frame of mind. Marie went into a neatly-furnished bath-room. Marie spread a linen Bheet in the tub. Marie then turns on the water. Marie waits for the tub to fill, and I wait for Marie to depart, that I may commence disrobing. Marie seems in no hurry. I ponder over the possibilities involved in a German warm bath. At last Marie leaves. Then I modestly remove my collar. Suddenly Marie returns. It is only to bring another towel. ' Great Scott ! There is no "lock on the door, and supposing I had been . I got into my bath in fear and trembling. These people are bo queer in their ways. Marie may return with two or three of those great, strapping German women to scrub me. I know nothing of their bathing customs. Marie no longer dis turbs me. On emerging I examine the pile of linen she has left. There is a small towel and two seemingly large aprons, long enough to reach from the shoulder to the heels. I can't imagine what they are for, unless to throw on and dry oneself in. I put them to such use. I would so use forty were they left, for I am resolved to have my 50 kreutzers' worth in some way. When I inquired the use of the two aprons, I discovered that they were to be worn while Marie came in, and, turning off the hot water, lets on the cold. Vienna Letter. Awards to Americans at the Vienna Exposition. A Vienna dispatch to the New York Herald, savs : Anions- those who have been awarded medals of merit are Ault man, Miller & Co., of Akron, Ohio, for mowing machines; Jtsullock & Co.. Cin cinnati; McCormick, Chicago, reapers; Deere & Co., Moline, HL, agricultural implements ; Northern Pacific railway, for map; States of Alabama, Indiana, and Tennessee, for minerals; Burck hoult & Co., Cincinnati, oils; G. Fox, Cincinnati, starch ; Gest & Atkinson, Cincinnati, oils; Proctor & Gamble, Cincinnati, soaps; Emil Scheffer, Louis ville, pepsine; Stein, Hirsch & Co., Chi cago, starch ;. Wilson, TTrnkle & Co., oxmaxr, books ; William . jBesor- Co., Cincinnati, stoves; Pope Bros., Cincinnati, moulding; Leclercq Bros., uainpoiis, u.; John uullici, t. Jjouis : the cities of Cincinnati and Chicago; the printing-house for the bliud, Louis ville; Conrad Fabeland Morey, Louis ville; Wisconsin Leather Company, Mil waukee; John Grassieno, Cincinnati, stoves; T. N. McDermott, Cleveland; American Institute- of Architecture, for plans of building ; As tor Library, New York, for promotion of science; Cooper Institute, New York, for improvement of working classes ; Sanford & Co., Cleveland, account books ; Bureau of Engraving and Printing of Treasury department, Washington; las. sandy, Cincinnati, photographs; Henry Mass ler, Cincinnati, paints and colors ; Henry Beckman, Cincinnati, . photographs ; Wilson sewing Machine Company. Cleveland; Jones & Laughlin, Pitts burgh, shafting ; Kogers Wheel Com pany, Cincinnati wheels. : A Centennial Cheese. Among the many suggestions that have been made in regard to the Phila delphia celebration of '76 that from a New Hampshire man who proposes to make a centennial cheese is the most re markable. His letter to the commission ers, with the exception of some details which are eliminated, reads as follows : " Dear Sirs : I speak of cheese cheese in the grandest and most sub lime sense of the term ; cheese such as the world has never seen ; cheese 1 hundreds of thousands of pounds of it. It shall be an immense plain, the con solidated efforts of every cheese manu facturer in the United States, and will be capable, when laid down upon its side, of accommodating many hundreds of people. Such a cheese as the one I speak of would certainly create aston ishment, and would gain for our manu facturers the admiration of the world. I desire space for such a cheese. Can I have it ? Answer." It has been suggested that the cheese would answer a variety of purposes ; that it would make an admirable race course, for its circumference would certainly exceed half-a-mile. Its sur face would be even and free from dust, and when it had worn through the interior might be scraped out, leaving only its shell, so that windows and en trances might be inserted, and the whole thing might serve the require ments or a restaurant more wonderful than any of those farmed out by the Commissioner at Vienna. Worcester (Mass.') Spy. Variety of Food. The Scientific American is of the opinion that we require yariety in our food. It says experience has proved that, for some reason unknown to sci ence, variety is essential to health after reaching the age when we are free to choose our food. The perpetual recur rence of the same edibles, even though their number be considerable, becomes in all periods of life, except infancy, not only wearisome, but positively in jurious. Salt pork, salt fish and pota toes, with pies, poor bread and Japan tea, are the staples of food of thousands of families during our long winters. It should be understood how needful a change of diet is from time to time. Fresh vegetables, particularly in the country, are readily obtained and pre served, and should be unsparingly used. The edible roots, as turnips, carrots, onions and beets, and cabbages, are as well worth preserving as the omnipres ent potato. All these vegetables need thorough boiling, and more than they generally get. But two establishments in Great Britain make charcoal iron. The Creation; According to the Modocs. Mr. Joaquin Miller, in his book enti tled Life Among the Modocs, has given some picturesque sketches of Indian life and traditions. Among much other interesting matter, he tells us that the idea of the creation of the world as it was entertained by the Modocs, now verging on extinction in accordance with the demands of modern civiliza tion, was this : The Great Spirit made Mount Shasta first of alL, He pushed down snow and ice' from the skies through a hole which, he made in the blue heavens by turning a stone - round and round, till he made this great moun tain ; then he stepped out of the clouds on to the mountain top, and descended and planted the trees all around by put ting his finger on the ground. The sun melted the snow, and the water ran down and nurtured the trees and made the rivers. After this he made the fish for the rivers out of the small end of his staff. He made the birds by blow ing some leaves which he took up from the ground among the trees. After that he made the beasts out of the remainder of his stick, but he made the grizzly bear out of the big end, and made him master over all the others." Having done that, the Great Spirit converted Mount Shasta into a wigwam, and its volcanic eruptions are the outcome of the fire that he lights in the center of the mountain. The development of man was a later occurrence. The daughter of the Great Spirit, venturing too far, got astray and fell into the power of the grizzly bears, and she was forced to marry one of them, and the red men were the fruit of the marriage. These red men were taken under the protec tion of the Great Spirit ; but the griz zlies were punished by being compelled to walk on four feet, whereas before they had walked on two. To this day the grizzly bear is never slain by the red men, who recognize in him a sort of Mnnmnrt, Mormon Dome. Among the events of the famous Mor mon war was the burning of the Nauvoo temple. The structure was burned in the night time, and so successful was the party engaged in its firing that prob ably he was never suspected. The re cent death of the incendiary, however, has removed the necessity of further secrecy, and a day or two ago we were put in possession of his name and the facts connected with the burning of the temple, by the only living person cogni zant of them. The temple was fired by Joseph B. Agnew, who recently died in Appanoose township, Hancock county, in Illinois, at the age of 58 years. It wan plwayw supposed that the party who burned the building had -entered through the basement, but the facts are Mr. Agnew surreptitiously obtained a key to one of the doors of the temple sometime before the act. No one was engaged with him, and only four knew he was the party. Agnew prepared his fire balls and other combustibles at his residence. Placing them in his saddle bags, he rode on horse-back to Nauvoo, and in the night entered the temple with his key, passed up the cupola, ar ranged his materials and fired them, and then quietly escaped the way he came. Our informant, who is a responsible and prominent citizen of the western part of the State, says he can produce the key of the temple which Agnew secured in order to accomplish his work. Transporting Stock. The Turf, Field and Farm says:1 Our manner of transporting live ani mals is so fiendish as to call for prompt reform; and without the real facts are presented for the consideration of the people, there will be no change for the better. In the year 1872, there arrived at the seven cities Washington, Balti more, Philadelphia, New York, Albany, Providence, and Boston 1,000,324 cat tle, 2,932,149 sheep, and 3,465,446 hogs. Estimating the average weight of cattle at 1,200 pounds, and the loss incurred by death in starving, smothering in pro cess of transportation, at 10 per cent., we have a clear sacrifice of 120,038,880 pounds of beef. Placing the shrinkage on hogs and sheep at 15 pounds per head, we find that the loss on 2,932,149 sheep amounts to 43,982,235 pounds; and the loss on 3,465,446 hogs is 51, 981,690 pounds. Aside from this, we must bear in mind that a very large per cent, of the' cattle, hogs and sheep slaughtered are absolutely unfit to go into the human stomach. The tricks and inhumanity of the drovers and deal ers cause a great waste, and add vastly to the cost of meats. It is full time that the consumer was made acquainted with the facts, in order that the cry for reform may be heard from one end of the land to the other. A Paris Horror. A large draper's shop has been burned, and reveals from the death of three shop assistants how the latter are boarded. All modern shops in Paris have the roll ing iron shutter, which once let down is locked, the proprietor keeping the key. In the case in question, the assistants, after their supper, made their beds, as usual in such establishments, on the shop floor, the proprietor locking them up as safely as . the goods. When the fire broke out there was no exit but by the shuttered door. The three young men cried for relief, the proprietor could not be found ; the police cut at the iron with hatchets ; the voices within grew weaker, then ceased. The inside of the shop was a furnace, and three shriveled save where lengthened by muscular agony carbonized masses were all that remained of the poor lads. A Babe Dies from Fright. The Boston Herald asserts that an infant only five days old died from fright in Newtonville, Mass., on Friday last, under the following circumstances : On that evening a very heavy thunder storm prevailed in this vicinity, and at each report of the thunder the babe jumped spasmodically, and gave every evidence of thorough fright possible in so young an infant. At last a terrific clap came, and it died instantly. The lightning struck a house only . a few rods distant, but it is not thought that the electricity had any effect upon the child, for it was not felt by any others. HUMORS OF THE GRANGE. The swiftly increasing numerical strength of the farmers' Granges,1 or anti-monopoly associatkraa of the "Patrons of Husbandry,' in the West, has made it Incumbent upon the average politicians of that section 'to assume agricnltnral pretensions as rspidlv as possible. " Hay-seed in the hair and blue drilling overall," says the Indianapolis Sentinel, " are now the fashionable affectation of him who craves the ballots of rural electors." The humor of this style of time-serving is obvious, and an occi dental bard turns it to satirical account, for the Atchison Champion, in the following supposititious " Serenade of a Modern Politician to his Love :" The moon is shining on the grange. The winds are bushed, the leaves are still. The patient stars look soltly down Upon my cot at Shannon Hill. Then come, my horny-handed love, And wander through the dell with me. And gaze at the Durham bull, , And listen to his pedigree. Once I was in the railroad ring. But now my hands are hard with toil ; -I've scattered hay-seed in my hair. And blacked my boots with harness oil. My city cows have all gone dry, I am no longer in my prime ; ' My day is drawing to its close, . ' And it will soon be milking time.; I think I know a new milch-cow ' . . ' That's just exactly what I need ; ' She's thin from running out to grass, ' - V But only wants a change of feed. X -111 mix a mash of free-trade bran, - Swindles, high taxes, and back pay, s And ooax her to the ballot-box, . . V And feed her till eleotien day. '- With one to grasp her by the horns t And one to hold her by the tail 1 -Oh, let me safely sit between. And calmly nil my milking-pail ; And when November's breezes show- , Tis time my Berkshire hogs to kill, IH move hack into town again, And sigh no more for Shannon Hill ! Humorous. Why is a captain haranguing his crew an upholsterer ? Because he is a deck orator. The wild boar is one of the most dreadful animals in nature, except the tame bore. ' . . Love matches are often formed by people who pay for a month of honey with a life of -vinegar. . ' - Why is a 'young lady like a bill of ex change ? Because she ought to "be set tled when she arrives at maturity. It is suggested that young ladies are so anxious to get husbands . becausa every woman is amiss until she is mar' ried. Who could have been the wretch ? ' Hear him : " The average Massachu- , setts girls don't want any better facilities for sliding down hill than a codfish with a string through the gills.". ' A NewYobx female who read that the Hoosao Tunnel cost $9,000 per yard said she would have a dress pattern off . from that piece if the old man didn't lay up a cent for the next two years. ; A man in New York went to - bed drunk the other night, rolled but and broke his neck ; his wife found him dead in the morning. Moral : Shun the flow ing bowl or else take the back side of the bed. A printer was boasting the other day about his wonderful ability to set type. I know what you cant set" said a comrade. "What is it? "Two hens on one nest." It was an Irish coroner who, when asked how he accounted for an extraor dinary mortality in Limerick, replied, sadly : "X cannot tell, xnere are peo- ile dying this year that never aiea efore."- What is the difference between a good dog show and a bad one ? When it is a good one, the dogs go to the show ; but a bad one, the show goes to the dogs. Jones don't see the use of militia. "What." he bawled out. " is better to disperse a crowd than a good police- -man?" "A yaller-backed wasp," shrieked an urchin in the street. A jitdgk at Montgomery, Ala., re cently interrupted a very flowery young orator with " Hold on, hold on, my dear sir I Don't go any higher. Yon are already out of the jurisdiction of this court. Undergoing his examination, a medi cal student was asked what was the mode of action of disinfectants. He replied : " They smell so badly that the people open the windows and the . fresh air gets in." A Wisconsin Justice of the Peace divorced a couple recently as follows : He stood them in the middle of the floor, backs together, and . as they, walked away from each other . he re peated the marriage ceremony back ward. Scruples English ' tourist ' My man, what's your charge to row ma across the Frith ?" Boatman " Weel, sir, I was jist thinkin I canna break the Sawbath-day for no less than fifteen shullnsr " Wife." said the father of aJ very diminutive child, but which made con siderable noise, "spank it, and make it keep quiet I" . " I would, my dear," re- plied the considerate lady, " but really it is so small that I cannot find room for a spank." - ' ... Tmt New Orleans Picayune savs upon its own personal authority that after rolling all night in your berth at sea, till you are miserably sick, it is irritat ing to have a steward open the door in the morning and ask if you will have a fresh roll for breakfast. How Minister Washburn came to be called " Sir Elihu " in the Paris papers is exnlnined. A reoorter heard Mr. W. in conversation with a Kentuckianwho,- sir, was telling him, sir, that this coun try, sir, isn't fit, sir, to compare with the Blue-grass region, sir, and you haven't, sir, got a glass of Bourbon, sir. Narrow-Gauge Railways. Tlirt AiPFarantv VkatwAAn t.Vl rtost of narrow-gauge railroads and ordinary t f..i : 1.4 nnA ltnl innl) fratirra la rather more than most people imagine that is, if we are to take the word of a writer in the f inancier, xnere are now fifteen narrow-gauge railroads in operation in the United States, having 700 miles of track, and there are no less than twenty organizations and 1,250 miles under process of construction. The roads have been planned and con structed in the past two years. The cost through a level country is about $10,000 a mile, including equipment of rolling stock, while the broad-gauge costs from $35,000 to $40,000 per mile.