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VOL. IV. NO. 3o. HYDE PATITC. VT WF.nTP.sr. a v nrnvArnpp q iqqa wuatp va 101 Tb Lucky naineshee. A farmer traveling with hi. kd ked up a horseshoe in the road r.d nailed 4t laat to his barn door, 1 hat lock might down upon him pour. Tost very blowing known In lile ght crown hi homestead and hi wile, .ad never any kind ol harm Dwoend npon his growing farm. But dire iU-lortune soon began To visit ttie astounded man. His hens deelined to lay their egtp Hi bacon tumbled from the peg, And rats devoured the t&llen legs; Hi oorn, that never tailed before, Mildewe.l and rotted on the floor; 1 Hi (fTU. minted to end in hay; I.f; cattle died, or went astray; In short, all moved the crooked way. Next spring a great drouth bakei the sod, And roasted every pea in pod; The beans declared they could not grow Ho long as nature acted so; PsJundant Insects reared their brood To starve lor lack ol Juicy lood; The 3! five Irom barrel side went off As it the; had the hooping-cough, And nothing ol the useful kind Tj hold together felt inclined; I:i short it was no use to try White all the land was in a fry. Oo mom, demoralized with grief, The farmer clttmored lor relief; A si prayed right hard to understand V . .it witohcralt now possessed his land; Why house and farm in misery grew Since ho nnilcd up that "lucky" shoe. While thus dismayed o'er matter wrong Aa old nin chanced to trudge along, To whom he told, with wormwood tears, How his afliiirs were in arrears, Aud what a desperate state ol thing A pioked-up horseshoe sometimes brings. The stranger asked to see the shoe, The farmer brought it into view; lint when the old man raised his head, V.s laughfd outright, and quickly said: ' Ho wonder tkies upon you frown You've nailed the horseshoe up-id down! Jnit turn it round, and soon yon'll see How you and lortune will agree." The farmer turned the horseshoe ronnd, Add showers bo?an to swill the ground; The sun h ne laughed a:nong h.s grain, And heaps -n benps piled up the wain; The loll his hay could bandy hold, V.ii OhtUn (1 d ns ihoy were t Id; iiij liuit tires needed sturdy propt 'is bol l the gathering apple ciops; His tn nip and potato fli-Ma Atoi.Mhd all men by their yields; Fulkf never eaw such cars ol oorn At m bis smiling bills were born; I. la' n w is lull ol bursting bins !!( wile presented him with twins; i n iulihoi marveled more and move To we the inorease in his store. And now the lnurry firmer sings ' ! hern are two ways id doing thing?; Awl when for good luck you w.iull pray, ill up your horseshoe the rurht way." . T. Fitldt, in Harper'$ Mag zint. PHEBE'S FIDDLE. ' I think I'll take that one," said Mrs. Mas'ius Marchell, pointing with the end of her finger in one particular direction. It was quite a little life picture the row of eager-eyed girls standing in the Bt-.uCy little reception roomoi the orphan asylum at Bloomington, each clad in her dingy gray stuff gown, with a green C;f"ghsm bib-apron, and her hair cut c!ie to the head a style of coiffure v. tach gave an .undue predominance to t'30 cars, and would have made the di vine Venues de Milo herself look liko a f male pickpocket. Just behind them s'-vjd the matron, a fat old woman with umpled hair, white cap, and three dis-t'-.ct layers of chin, and a hungry dog i ' '-ping 'n at the half-open door, ccm rled the tableau. Deborah Dove, a stumpy girl of thir . n, with empurpled fingers and blunt se, sighed deeply; Sarah Jackson's r ekled countenance fell. The others jked solidly about them, indifferent as ' Mrs. Marchell's preference or ne- ; ect; and a liltlejgray-eye lassie atthe d of the line, who had been balancing I rself uneasily on one foot, like a crane, f rt 'd forward with a half-stifled cry delight. "Phebe Locket!" cried the matron "Phebe Locket, if that's her name," id Mrs. Marcheli, decidedly. ' Why, she's the smallest one of the ' V'eaid the matron. " She'll grow," said Mrs. Marchell. " And the ugliest," added the matron. And at her unconsidered words, poor tie Phebe winced and held down her ad as if some rude hand had - struck sr. .. " "Handsome is that handsome does," turned Mrs. Marchell, didactically, Mrs. Jenks, let the lady directress low that I have decided." As Phebe Locket rode away in? the ocn farm wagon, sitting beside Mrs. . iarchell's ample figure, the farmer's ife looked down and caught the clear "jes looking timidly up into hers like weils of gray water. " Come," said Mrs. Marchell, brusque ly, "what are you thinking about?" ' Please, ma'am," said Phebe, " I was ondering why on earth you chose me, ' hen Caroline Purple who was so much rettier, and Deborah Dove was a great ' -al taller and stronger ." " Humph l" said Mrs. Marchell, "I rliose you because I liked your looks. You're little but you're wiry; you arn't i pretty as some of those simpering ns, but, have an honest look. That's "hy I chose you." "Thank you, ma'am,' ;id Phebe, mply, And she rejoiced fervently in her inno A WEEKLY JOURNAL cent little heart, in that she bad escaped irom me iron rule and distasteful drud gery of the Bloomington orphan asylum at last, Mr. Marchell, a stout, good-humored farmer, with a shining bald head, and a pair of English iron gray whiskers, welcomed the little girl with a kindly pat on me neaei, and an admonition to be sure and do her duty, and it would always be done by her." And Charley Marchell, the only son. and heir of the red brick farmhouse, with its acres of golden wheat and emerald stretches of pasture land, nick named her ',Miss Midget" on the spot. Because you are such a stunted little affair," said he. Phebe Locket had not been " bound girl" at the Marchell house for more than a few months when, one day, Mrs. Marchell came into the great airy " keeping-room" with a perturbed ex pression on her countenance. "I thought I heard a fiddle some. where," said she. "Just what you did hear." said Charley. It's Phebe, in the garret." "PhebeP" ejaculated Mr?. Marchell. And where on earth did she get a fid- die P" " Borrowed it from old Mr. Findlev." said Charley, laughing. "You never saw a creature so bewitched after a fid dle as she is." Nonsense," said Mrs. Marchell. sharply. "What business has a bound girl with a fiddle, or with any sort of music, for that matter?" "It's no harm, wife no harm," said the farmer, indulgently. Bat it is harm," said Mrs. Mar chell, " and I mean to put a stop to it." And Phebe Locket, seated Turk fashion on the floor of the old garret, with a tattered shawl wrapped around tir shoulders, and the red level light of the winter sunset weaving itself around her short auburn curls, was interrupted in her musical reveries by the abrupt entrance of Mrs. Marchell. Give me that fiddle," said Mrs. Marchell. Ma'am?" said Phebe, dropping her bow in amazement. " It's a silly waste of time," said Mrs. M trchell, " besides being sinful." " But," pleaded Phebe, " I've done all my work." No matter whether you have or not," said Mrs. Marchell ; " there's al- way ? your patchwork to ri. ' - sermons, to read, besides the weekly paper. Give me that fiddle, I say !" Poor Phebe gave it up, trying hard t ) choke down the tears and sobs. Old Mose Find ley, the village violin ist, who officiated at dances, weddings and merry-makings in general, and fill ing up the interstices of his time with the making and mending of shoes, looked fairly astounded when Mrs, Marchell bounced into his seven-by-nine shop and flung the musical Instru ment on the work-bench. 'Eh?" said old Moses, adjusting his spectacles on the bridge of his nose. There's your old fiddle," said Mrs. Marchell; " and I wish after this you'd be kind enough to keep it at home and not go putting nonsense into my bound g"rl'shead!" "But it Isn't nonsense," said old Moses. "She's got a capital idea of music, Phebe has, and'' 'Nonsense!" said Mrs. Marchell. ' And a very decent voice, if only it was cultivated." "Pshaw!" said Mrs. Marcheli, and she flounced out of th e shop in a rage. But if Mrs. Marchell was the child's temporal mistress, music was her spiritual one. Phebe Locket wont quietly about her work in tne years that followed, but she could not forget the divine strains which the well rojined bow had drawn from the antique violin, in the red glow of the winter sunset, that January afternoon in the garret. Mrs. Marchell had done up her front hair In papers, assumed her gray flannel dressing gown, when chancing to look out ol the north kitchen window, she saw, or thought she saw, the glimmer of a light in the top window of the barn. "I can't have been mistaken," said Mrs. Marchell; ' it isn't the time of the year for fireflies, and will-o'-the-wisps don't go dancing and twinkling round our barn. It's tramps that what it is." " Fiddlesticks i" said Mr. Marchell, sleepily from the exaot center of a downy feather pillow. There was two men asked for a diinkof milk at the buttery door just about dusk,'" added the lady, and didn't much like their looks at the limn " It's all right, 1 dare say," yawnea Mr. Marchell. " Well," cried the farmeress, energet ically, "if you don't go to look into it, I will." And flinging her husband's shaggy overcoat around her, and talcing the lantern in one hand, she started for tne barn. She was right ; there was a dim tal low candle burning in the barn cham ber, and by its flickering light Phebe Locket was busy in practicing on the violin, from some sheets of torn and well-thumbed music She started up with a cry at the ap. parition of Mrs. Marchell in the door wayan avenging specter, with a shaggy overcoat and a dark lantern. "Ungrateful girl!" tragically cried out Mrs. Marchell; "how dared you disobey me?" " I meant no harm," faltered Phebe "I hired the violin from the village music store, with the dollar 'hat Mr, - 1 Marchell gave me for finding his gold DEVOTED TO THE POLITICAL, spectacles, and Mrs. Mnzard gave me the music; and I come out here of k night to that the noise should not dis turb yon." " Phebe, what goose you areP Why didn't yon stick to your needle, and your rolling pin, and your scrubbing brush, as other girls do? How do you expect to find bread in the strings of a fiddle ? ' Phebe hung down her head, and said nothing in reply. " We may as well break the charm at once." said Mrs. Marchell. " I'll take you to the concert at Bloomington to morrow night. They tell me there's to be a girl violinist there as plays like playing; and if that don't cure you of your silly ambition, I don't know what will." Phebe Locket crimsoned to the very roots of the hair. " I can't go i" said she. " That is. not with you. I promised Mrs. Muzard to go to her home; but perhaps she will take me. The Muzards a.e all going to the concert." " It don't matter how you go." said Mrs. Marchell, "nor with whom, so long as you see real excellence, and learn- the folly of your silly aspirations." But," faltered Phebe, "why shouldn't I be a good player, sometime, tooP" Why shouldn't the sky fall, and we all catch JarksP" contemptuously retort ed Mrs. Marchell. "As for you the best thing you can do is to go into the house and go to bed as fast as possible." And crestfallen Phebe obeyed. Mrs. Marchell dressed herself in her best black silk to go to the Bloomington concert the next evening. "Fori suppose it will be somethine very fine," said she. " Where's my eye glasses, Charley? I must take them along if I expect to see anything, for I do declare I'm getting blinder every day.'- "I expect, mother," Charley answered, with a little laugh, "you'll see a lot of things to surprise you." The concert had proved an unusually great attraction in the neighborhood, and the hall was crowded when the Marchell party arrived, so that Mrs. Marchell was forced to be content with a camp-stool at the very back of the room. " Dear, deal ! how provoking this is! ' said the old lady. "And Charles didn't find my glasses alter all. I shan't sie anything." 'But you can hear," said Charley. ' Husli-sh-sh !" said his mother. complexioned girl, in white, with roses ia her hair? Now, I do hope Phebe Locket is here to see this ." The violinist was greeted with shouts of applause, which died away into si lence as tba delicious music rose upon the air, floating upward like tbe halo we see in ancient pictures. Ic was a short capriccio, and when it ended Mrs. Marchell was in tears. " I never thousht before that I cared so much for muic," said she to Charley. 'But such music as that! Do you know, Charley, it seemed to me exactly as it my little bany tnat aiea twenty yr'ars azo was whispering In my ear. Oil, if Phebe could only hear this!'' The female violinist was certainly the feature of the night. And at the close of the concert she was again and again called be f3re the curtain to receive the rapturous plaudits of the Bloomington public. "Where's PhebeP" saul Mrs. Mar chell, standing on one of the benches to look around her. " Has any one seen Phebe hereP" I have," said Charley, dryly. "Shall I take you to herP here in the little room adjoining the stage." "But what is she doing there?" said Mrs. Marchell, perplexedly. " Counting her bouquets, I suppose," Charley said, with the same odd little laugh. And without further ceremony Mrs. Marchell was ushered into the presence of the female violinist herself, all in white, with deep red roses glowing in her hair, and cheeks aflame with happy tri umph. "Phebe," ejaculated Mrs. Marchell, fairly out of breath with astonishment, 'this is never you!" Phebe fl?w into Mrs. Marchell's arms. " Yes, dear, dear friend," she cried, "it is I." ' Why didn't you tell me?" said the farmer's wife, reproachfully. " Because I was afraid my first ap pearance would be a failure," confessed Phebe. " I suppose you will never come back to the farmhouse again," said Mrs. Marcheli. "Yes, I shall," said Phebe; "I shal be your own Phebe still, if you'll let me practice in tne garret once in a while." "You shall practice all over the bouse!" cried Mrs. Marchell. , " Didn't I teD you, mother," said tri- umDhant Charley, "tnat you'd see something to surprise you? But you'll be still more surprised when " "Charley, don't!" cried out Phebe, rosier than ever. " You needn't," said Mrs. Marchell, looking from one to the other, "lean " She's such a darling, mother," said the young man. And Phebe threw both her arms around the elder woman's neck, and whispered softly, "Mother." The export of butter from the United States reached 31,062,000 pounds during the fiscal year ending June 30, 1860, while for the same time the exports of oleomargarine were 19,833,000 pounds The butter brought between sixteen and seventeen1 cents per pound, while the oleomargarine brought between thir teen and fourteen cents. ECONOMICAL AND DOMESTIU " ' -" " -" .iAyii. .A. ) liVAi -I J A V KJ) If A-t-V AJXJ 11 Vt AtAt Garibaldi. The mere narrative of Garibaldi's lile re.tds like a medieval legend or a tale of heroic times. He is at once the Ulysses and the Achilles of the Italian national epic. Long before his name had been heard in Europe hie exploits, both by sea and land, had made it a word of power in the new world. Having been involved in revolutionary intrigues he quitted Europe in 163 lor South Amer ica, only to return after twelve years' exile, the story of which, with its stirring adventures both of battle and peaceful enterprise, is as romantio as any subse quent portion of his wonderful career. In 1848 Garibal-fr-aurned to Europe, allured, lice so many other Italian pa triits, by Pio Nono's accession. But though he soon found that his hopes in that direction were to be disappointed, Garibaldi did not return in vain. His share in the defense of Rome against tbe troops of the French republic under General Oudinot and his victory over the Neapolitans in the campaign of Vel letri served to show his countrymen that they would not want a leader ready to go all lengths when the time came. The time did not come for another ten years, and the intervening period was one of sorrow and humiliation for Gari baldi. After the disastious Roman campaign, ending with the occupation of Rome by the French troops and the overthrow of Mazzini's triumvirate, Garibaldi was hunted from place to place; two of bin devoted friends were taken by the Austrian troops and shot without any form of trial; his heroic wife, Anita, the companion of all his adventures and perils, succumbed to the exposure and privation of his flight, and the general himself only escaped from his more im placable foes to be arrested by Sardinian troops and carried to Genoa, where La Marmora, who held the command, al lowed him to retire to Tunis. When Victor Emmanuel made his peace with Austria, and the hopes of Italy seemed extinguished for the mo ment. Garibaldi once more crossed tbe Atlantic and settled in New York as a tallow chandler. lie returned to Eu ropu in 1855, and in 1859 the war be tween France and Austria brought hifn again into the field. Hero we approach the belter known, or, at least, the better remembered, parts of Garibaldi's event ful career. All the world recollects the exploits of the Chasseurs do3 Alpes, whom Garibaldi organized for moun tain warfare, and led with consummate to the very summit of the Stelvio pavs before the sudden peace of Viilafranca put an end for the moment to the rising hopes of Italian patriots and statesmen. Still more familiar is the story of the campaign of the following year, which was begun in Sicily by Garibaldi and a few devoted followers, and ended in a few months at Naples, , when the victorious patriot, who took no re ward for himself and asked for non, hand?d over the crown of the Two Sicilies to Victor Emmanuel and retired io his farm in Caprera. This was the crowning point of Oai i b tldi's eventful career. Hero end not indeed, his efforts, but his irect achieva nients, in the cause of his country's free dom. The crowning of the edifice was reserved for other hands than his, and the "ask was to be accomplished by other means than he knew how to employ, London Le,"er. " Up Salt River." The Cincinnati Commercial gives the following information to a correspon dent who asks, " What is the meaning of the term 'Salt riverP'" "The an swer to your question opens up a very interesting bit of Ohio river pioneer his tory. Professor Scheie DeVere gives the origin of the phrase in his book called ' Americanism ; ,The English of the New World.' Before the day of steam all navigation of the Ohio river was carried on by flatboats and keel boats. It was necessary to row the keel boats up stream. The labor was pain ful and exhausting. There were slaves all along the Kentucky side of the river In those days. When a negro had been refractory or ' sassy,' it was the custom to punish him by hiring him out to row keelboats up the river. ThU punishment was called rowing up.' In time it be came the popular slave term for a scold ing or punishment of any sort, all over the country, much as the term to ' blow up' is applied nowadays. Professor De Vere quotes this sentence from the New York Herald, of May 7, 1856: 'We hope the president gave his secretary a good rowing up for his imbecility, Salt river ' was, and is, a little tribu tary of the Oliio. in Kentucky. It was so crooked end dangerous that rowing A keelboat up its waters was about the hardest labor a man could undertake. Hence to row a man up Salt river was as severe a punishment as could be im posed on him. The expression became proverbial. One day, on the floor of Congress, a member from Kentucky made use of the phrase in a happy al lusion. The ' expression was thence crystallized in the popular speech of the country. From that day to this the person or party that has been defeated in an election is sent up Salt river. " The territory of. China is nearly six times greater than that of the United States. China is, with the single ex ception of Russia, the largest State that ever existed. It covers one-tenth of tie habitable globe. : Its extent is variously estimated at from 5,000,000 to 5,500,000 square miles, while the territory of the United States covers but a little over 1,000,000 square miles. The acreage of wheat in the United State aggregates 30,000,000. INTERESTS OF LAMOILLE -' ' 1 11 - - . - 1 .1 . .1 - 1 1 ii.ii. 1 .. , , - , 1 . FARM, GARDEN AND nOl'SEHOLD. Petat la a Tim- Head and ears The head wide in front, ears erect and pointed forward, chops rounded and well filled up to the brisket. Crest and shoulders Crest wide and rising to the shoulders; shoulder-blades well sloped backward. Ribs and loins Ribs well sprung; loins wide and slightly arched. Hindquarters Hindquarters not to slope, nor narrow toward the tail. Hams Hams rounded outward, well let down and full toward tbe twist Chest Chest wide with elbows well out. Fore-ribs and flank Fore-ribs wide underneath ; flank well let down, straight and well filled.'at the stifle. Legs and feet Legs straight and small in bone ; feet small and compact. Hair and Color Hair plentiful, bright and vigorous; color to denote purity of breed. Tail Tail entire, thick at root and tapering. Size -According to head. Transplanting AppI Tree. The Baldwinsville Gazette says : Apple trees may be transplanted at any time from the cessation of growth or the fall of the leaf in autumn until the buds be gin to open in spring, when the weather is not cool or freezing. The usual time is from the middle of , October till the ground freezes, and from early in April until some weeks afterward. The ad vantage of autumn planting is that the soil becomes more perfectly settled about tho roots before the growth com mences. The disadvantage is that the surface becomes crusted and is not broken up and made mellow as it should be in the spring. Care should be taken that the fall-set trees are not whipped about by the winds, and on heavy soil perfect drainag should be provided. Mood Heclpe tor Carina Meat. Major Freas, the long-time editor of tho Germantown Telegraph, says: As the season lins arrived when curing meat is in order, we republish as of old, our famous recipe for curing beef, pork, mutton, hams, etc., as follows: To one gallon of water, take one and one- half pounds of salt, one-half pound of sugar, one-half ounce of saltpeter and one-half ounce of potash. Omit the potash un less you can get the pure article. Drug- .In 1 1 " In this ratio the pickle can be in creased to any quantity desired. Let these be boiled together until all the dirt from the sugar rises to the top and is skimmed off. Then throw it into a tub to cool, and when cold, pour it over jour beef or pork. The meat must be well-covered with pickle, and should not be put down for at least two days afUr killing, during which time it hould b! slightly sprinkled with pow dercd saltpeter, which removes till the aurfacc-bloo.l, etc., leaving tho meat fresh and clean. Some omit boiling the pickle, and find it to answer well, though the operation of boiling purl s the piekio by thowing off the dirt always to be found in salt and sugar, If this recipe is strictly followed, it will require only a single trial to prove us superiority over the common way, or most ways of putting down meat, and will not Ko;n bo abandoned for any other. The meat is unsurpassed for sweetness, delicacy and freshness of color. Apple lleclpef. ArrLES Stewed , Whole. Pare and core some nrru, lart apples; arrange them on the bottom of a porcelain ket tie, fill the centers with sugar and powdered spice, or grated lemon peel, ar.d pour over them enough syrup to cover them ; to make tiie syrup, boil a pint of water to a pound of sugar, and skim it clear : simmer the apples in the syrup until they look clear, then take them up without breaking them, ana strain the syrup over them ; cool them before using . Apple Cream. Weigh three pounds of apples and a half-pound of sugar; peel and core tho apples, cut them in thin slices, put them into a porcelain lined kettle with the sugar, the grated rind and iuice of one lemon, and a tea sooonfulof ground ginger; simmer all these ingredients slowly until the appie is tender enough to rub through a sieve with a rjotato-masher; meantime soaia aquaitof fresh cream, mix the apple pulp with it, beat ltthoroughiy, ana use it either warm or cola . Apple Snow. Peel, core and slice six large apples; stew them to a pulp with sufficient sugar to sweeten them take them from the fire and beat them smooth; meantime beat the whites of six eggs to a stiff froth, gently mix them with two heamne tablespoonfuis of powdered suar and the apple pulp, and oilo the snow thus made in a rough heap on a high dish ; a few bits of bright colored jelly, or a row of candied orange or lemon ring?, makes the dish look very pretty. - At the Winter palace at St. Peters burg there is a room full of diamonds, pearls' and other precious stones. An empress ot Russia is allowed to borrow from this room, after giving a receipt for what she takes, and generally the grand duchesses are allowed to borrow lrom it also. The editor of London Truth re members once going into this room with a French diplomatic lady. She beat hasty retreat after one glance round, for she felt that if she stayed her principles would suocumb to her admiration, snd that she would try to steal some of the contents. COUNTY. TIM EL f TOriCS. President Grevy, of France, who had fancy for white Arab horses, has suc ceeded in obtaining some after a long search. As the Arabs believe that white horses are likely to be weak and certain to be less healthy than horses of some other color, they are not often bred, and a fine while horse is almost as rare among tbe Arabs as a pure black one. Gordon Pasha, in a recent letter from the Red sea, declares that the present condition of Eypt is not so bright as it has been painted. He says that slave hunts still go on in the Soudan ; that rescued slaves are merely handed over to Egyptian masters; that the decrees against slavery are unknown to the people at large, and that the khedive is pursuing the Oriental policy of promising much and doing nothing. Medical science seems to develop but slowly, while in other lines of science there i3 rapid progress, constant inven tions and discoveries being made. Dis eases continue their fatal march un checked, utterly baffling the skill of the physician in cases where it would seem that remedies should exist. Diphtheria. that dreadful and insidious disease, is unusually prevalent this 6cason, and very fatal. While it breaks out in un wholesome localities, and where there is defective sewerage, it also appears in places where apparently all sanitary measures have been adopted. There is room for inventions and discoveries and genuine philanthropic geniu in the medical world. A correspondent at Cheyenne di scribes how women vote in Wyoming The law requires a cleared space of fifteen feet square in front of the ballot box. The utmost quiet prevails, and when a lady walks up to deposit her ballot she meets nothing but defl'crence and politeness from officials and specta tors. Usually they ride up to the poll ing places in carriages provided by the party managers. The lady, with her vote already prepared, alights from the oarriage, the crowd, if any, quietly falls back to open the passage-way, while she Walks to the window or opening, behind which sit the clerk aid election judgtf, gives her name, drops her vote on the box, and returns. Her age is not m- i j i-i . Iron ships are fast going the way of wooden hulls. The ship of the future 11 be built of steel . The advantage of using this material is that it gives greater trength and buoyancy in proportion to weight than iron. A steel ship can carrj one-fifth more in weight than an iron ship, provided the bulk of the article carried will admit of the diffeience in loading. The only question to bsue- cided in order to settle efinitcly the value of steel ships is the probable action of salt water on the material. Some ex perts believe that the corroding effects of sat on steel will be very rapid; but this is, to a great extent, pure theory, and may be contradicted by later ex periments. While the English are trying ascertain the relative merits ofmetalho sltip3, American builders are slowly groping out of the primitive styles of wooden hulls, an! are still one full stage hind the artisans of the Clyde. Jonathan II. Greene, ones the most notorious and successiui gammer in America, and afterward known as vn exposcr of gamblers' tucks, is now agetl and poverty-stricken in Philadelphia. From 1831 to 1812, he won monay right and left, not only from amateurs, but heavily from professional players. On one occasion lie tools sdu.wm irom a party of card sharpers in three days, ne was wonriertully bkuiiui in iiaaunng cards, and invented . several oi tne wind liner devices still used by faro dealers. At leneth he renounced hiff evil ways, restored a great deal of money to men whom he had robbed, ana spent the rest of his fortune in advocacy o laws' aeainsl gambling. The statutes on the subject in Pennsylvania, Mary land and Ohio were largely posseo through his exertions. In lectures and books he described the menns by which he had won, but this after a while failed to yield him a living. His fiimiiy aro now supported by charity. Somebody at Washington has pub lished a book of immense va'ue. It is called " Hammersley's Army Register for One Hundred Years," and contains the record of every officer who las aerved in the" United States rmyfrom 1780 to 1880. From 1776 to ibid tie ecord given is as it exists in the oldett rolls of the government. rom ine last date the list of officers is alphabetical, and eives the military history of eaoh officer." There is a list of all cadets ad. mitted into West Point, and of all offi cers of volunteers of the late war who were commissioned by the f resiaenv It contains tables showing the troops called and those furnished by eaoh State and Territory during tho civil war, ami . .wnerftl hiatorvof the war aepartmem nrl an account of its interior organiz -n, or-ri administration. The work ..riu i .inn nazes, exclusive of bJlUiiiDua l a full index of the period covered by the Ths other part of tbe volume needs no index, being arrange: lnhabeticallv. It has involved, im inenee labor, and has received the Mow nffinial commendation for its accuracy. A True Friend. Die Irwnd who boM, a iLirror to my lata, And h dinp none, i not almid to traoa My faults, my (mailed blemish, within; Who friendly warn, reprore me if I (in Although it Mtmi not o-h ia my friend. Bat ha who, ever flattering, give me praise. Who ne'er rebuke, nor cenanre, nor delay To come with eagernee and graap my hand. And pardon me, ere pardon I demand, He is my enemy, although he teem my friend. Frtm ikt Gwmam HUMOROUS. Venison is plentiful, but deer as usual. The actor who cannot draw is worse than ablitcr. Wbat is the spot most dear ;to cattleP Their fodderland. A woman who goes to church to show her sealskin sack is sack religious. The prevailing vice among the black smiths is an iron one .Free Presg. Return from the chase : " Well, unole, what have you killed?" "Time, my dear." A Boston man has invented a new word, ' Astronometeorology," and already there are six men in the country who can pronounce it. Boston Post. ' Dear sir," said an amateur farmer, just from the country, writing to the secretary of an agnculturai society, ' put me down on your list of cattle for a calf." We are progressing as a nation toward refinement. The wheelbarrow is now called the unicycle. But it is just as hard to run with a big trunk on it as it was under the old name. Boston Post. When a boy walks with a girl as though he were afraid some one would see him, the girl is his sister. If he walks so close to her as to nearly crowd her against the fence, it is the sister o some one else. The writer for the press always has two chances. One is that his matter may be crowded out for want of room, and another is that it may go in for want of something better in its place. New Orleans Vkayune. "Are you any relation to my sister?" He blushed and stammered until the young lady, taking pity on him, solved tho matter by saying: "No, but he'd like to be; wouldn't you Alfred?" Cards A voune man who went to Colorado to grow up with a gold mine writes to his parents in the East that he will leave for homo as soon as he can borrow a pair of pants; he still has his vest and necktio. Middletown Transcript. Tne Boston Post cites the case of a Vermont man who recently killed two birds with one stone, and did not reel verv nroud of it cither. He shied the stcno at a hen aud hit thebirds'jin a cage behind a plate -glass window. A Norristown man who is so near- lighted that lie cannot recognize ms friends across the street, always dodges around a earner when one of his credi tors is a square off and coming toward him. It must be instinct. mrrxstovm- Herald. A transcedental preacher took for Lis text, " Feed my lambs." as ue came out of church a plain old farmer said to him : "That was a very good text; but you placed the hay so high in the rack that the limbs couldn't reach it, nor the old sheep either." The editor of thn New Orleans Pica yune having been out unsuccessiuuy w'thadogand a double-barreled suot- gun longs for the good ld days when a man could kiil two birds with one stone. The passenger who got on the train at Simpson's Corners bought a banana o the train boy, patiently chewed it down and dryly remarked that the biamea do logna would have tasted better if they had cooked it clear through.-flauiir-eye. Some fellow has discovered that thcro are 33,525 wiys of spelling scissors. If ho had been correcting manuscript ior a newspaper, he would have discovered that there are about 939 999 ways of spelling every word in ths fc.ijjnsn lan guagc SteubenvMe Herald. A Nnw Yorker advertised that for one dollar he would send directions how to cure a turn-up nose. A young lady who forwarded a dollar reeeivea tne4aireu tions nexl day. She was advised to employ a blacksmith to strike her a heavy blow on the ena oi iu ui " a sledge-hammer until a cure was ef fected. A very striking remedy, but she didn't follow the directions. Thus, with kind words, Faittioe cajole 1 his friend, , "Dear Dick, oa me, thou mayest assnrod de pend; I know thy fortune is but very want,' But never wiU I eo my friend in want." Diok.soon in jail, believed hi. friend would free him; He kept hie word -in want he ne er would see him. "What do you ohargi for a shave hero?" asks a dusty, travel-stained man, .marina a barber shop. jut it- pends on a man's occupation," mnlv. "what do you do?" w the "I'm a book agent." "Then it will cost you twenty-five cents." " Why, you charged the man who went out only five cents. "I know it; but he's a lightning-rod agent and a peddler of photographic tickets, and ho allows me to hone my razors on bis cheek."-Srwertfc'le Journal- I 'r to it. I -