Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 12 August 1871 — Page 1
Miscellany.
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fttttrt Xow trtB Set von! '#ih«*r ene** to: Bat he Wfod 8«» Wlger. Who* Pache, boy,
tin. TOO wnWu't tfcitik looW AT Mi eye* Bn( he te b«Wr Wind, and It happened thl- wi*e: We la* In »be gr*«fe» anltbe*nnbarnt clover: That tpread on tie ground tike great taowD cover Northward and southward and we*t, and away To the Brafco#, to where onr lodge# lay. Or.e hroad and unbroken roa of brown, Awattta* U* cwiaitw of uteht to come daws, aTo cover as over and conceal nnr flight With my brown (wide. won from an Indian town That lay in the tear the fall ride of a night. We lontiged In the graweg—her eyes were on tnln*, And her bands on my knee, and her hair was as In it* wealth and |t« good ponring on and all over Her bosom wine-rod, and prewed never by one. And her toach wo aa warm as the tinge of the clover .... Burned ir«wn It reached to tbo kit* of the ran And fi^r word* were ae low as the lute-throated dove, And laden with love the heart when it beats In it* hot esacr an«wer to earliest love. Or the bee hurried home bv its burden of sweets.
We lay low In the pnws on the broad plain levels, O'd Revel* and I. and my sto en brown ?ride. "F^rr* fnll mile* if a toot to ride. Forty'Ml mtie« if a foot, and the devils Of red Cfln)»ncliei »r«* hot 'ti I lis track Winn once they strike it. Iet the cin eo down Soon, very «on." innttored hoarded old Kevels, An he peered at th" sun, lying low on hi* back. Holding fast to hi« lawo: then he jerECd at hia steed, And sprang to hi* feet and planced swiftly aronnd. And tnen dropped, as if shot, wiih his ear to tlie ffronnd, Then arain to his feet, and to me, to mr brid'«. While il- eft* were like Ore, his face like a shrond. His form llke'a klnjr. and his benrd like a cloud, And lii« voice loud end Hhiil!, as if blown from a reed, "Pull, poll in your lassos, and bridle t^ steed. And speed von if ever for life y.»n would t-peed. And ride for yonr lives—for your Uvea yon mast ride: For the plain is aflame, the prnlrlc on fire. And of wild horn ?, hard lljliy? before, I hpnr like a *ea breakl»ir hitrh on the chore, W llu buffalo come like a m^e of the pea. Driven fnr by the llame, driving fast on HI* three, As a hurricane comes, crushing palms in it* ire."
We drew In the lo.«sos. ecl/.sd paddle and rein. Threw ihem oil, biiiched tbein on, fclnclied them overiu'iln. And dr *v tho pfirth, ca«f aside the machccri. Cut away tbpidaros, loosed the safch from its fold. Cast aolde tho catcuan rud and spauglud with irold, And Id^noontod Colt's, true companions for
Cast tfe^ed'«llk serapo* to the wind in a brcnth And »-irrd to tliu skin, i-prang nil ha»te to the horse, As buru when born—as when now from tho baud Of God-without word, or one word of command, Turned liad to the Brazos in a rod racu with denth Turned head to tho Brazos with a breath in the hnir Blowlnjr hot from a king leaving doath in his course Turned lieno to tho Jirazos withasound in the air l.lko the ru»h of an nnny, and-a flash in the eye Ol a roil wall of fire reselling up to the sky. Ktrcichiou fler in pursuit of black rolling sea, Kuidiiinr fast upon us as the wind sweeping frte And ftfur irom the desert, tearing death and despair.
Not a word, not a wall, from a lip was let fall, Nut a kl-H from my bride, not l^ok or low call Ol nive-uote or courage, out on o'er llic plain So steady ami still, leaning lowto the inune. With thu heel to lliu lltiuk and the hand to the rt in. Rode we on, ds wc tlirco, rodu wo gray noBe and
lose.
Headline lone, brentliing loud, liko a creviced wind blows Yet. wo liroko not a whisper, we breathed not a prayer Thoro *na work to be dono, there was death in the air, And the chance was as one to a thousand for all.
Orny nose to gray nose, and each steady mustang Stretched neck and stretched nerve till the hollow earth ranp, And tho foam from the flunk and tho croup and tho neck Flew nro ml liko the spray on a storm-driven deck. Twenty rallcsl thirty miles! a dim distant speck.... Then a long-reaching line and the Brazos in sight, And I roso in my miat with a shout of delight. I stood In my silrrnp and looked to my rh:ht. But It-vcl* was goi.e I t'la ced by my shoulder And saw hU horso stagger I euw hi) head drooping Hard 011 Ills breast, and hi* naked breast stooping i,ovv down to tho mane, as so swifter and bolder lliiu reaching out for us tho red-footed tiro To rigbt ana to left the black ln.tfalo came, In miles and in millions, rolling on lu despair, WUli lliolr boards to the dust aud black tails in tho air, As a terrible surf on a red sea of flame RuBhlng on In the rear, reaching high, reaching hi. her. And his rode neck to neck with a buffalo bull, Tho monarch of mllllonr. with shaggy mane full Oi smoko and of dust, and it shook with (U'slro Of ha!tie, with rage a' 1 with lvllowiug* loud And unearthly rind up through its lowering cloud Came the liasti of his eyes like a half- idden tire. While his keen crooked horns through the storm of Ills mat'c I,lke black lances lifted and lifted again And I.looked but this once, for tho tire licked through, And ho fJ 11 aud was lost as we rode two and two.
I looked to my left then, and nose, neck, and shoulder Sank slowly, sank stiroly, till back to my thighs And up through tho black, blowiugveil of her hair Did beam full in mine her two marvelous eves With a longing and love, yet a lo of despair, And a pity for inu as she lelt tho smoke fold licr, And flames reaching far for her glorious hair. R«r sinking steed faltered, his eager ears fell To fln| fro and unsteady, and all the neck's swell I)ld subside and recede, and the nerves fall as dead. Then she saw that my own steed still lorded Ilia bead With a lo ik of delight for this Pache, you sec. WAS hef father's, and onco at th" South Santafea liad won a whole h«rd, sweeping everything do vvn In a race whoro tho world came to run for a (iroWn. And so wlion I won the trap heart of my bride— My neighbor's and deadliest enemy child. And nhtlil of tho kingly war chief of his irlhe— She brought me this steed to tho border the nlglit She met Hovels and mo In her perilous flight From tho lodge of the chief to the north Braxo* side, And said, so half guessing of ill as she smiled, As IMcMing, that I. niul I'only, should rlric The tieot footed 1'acho, so If km should pursue I should surely escape without other ndo Than to rldo, without blood, to the north Brazos side, And await her—and wait till tho next hollow moon Hung her horn In tho palms, when surely and sottrt Aud swift she would Join mo, and all would IH well. Without bloodshed or word. And now as she fell From tho front, and went down in the ocean or tire, Tho i?t that I saw was a look of delight That 1 should escape-a love a desire— Yet never a word, not a look of appeal, l,estl «hnuld reach hand, should stay liano or stay heol One iusuiut for her in my terrible light
Then the rushing of fire roso around lne and under. And the howling of beas'9 like the sound of der*Hoasts burning and blind, and forced onward and ovor, As tho pa-rlonato flame reached around them and wove her Hands In their hair, and kl«sed hot till they dlod— Till th"y died with a wild and desolate moss. As a sen hoart-lvokou 011 tho hard brown stone. And into the Urairoa.. ..I rode all aloneAll alone, save only a horse long-limbed. And blind and bear and burned to the skin. Then jilst as the terrible sea came in And iuiuhW Its thousands hot iuto the tldo. Till the lido b.ocke.i up, and the swift sirvam brimmod In eddies, wo struck on the opposite aido.
Sell Pache—blind Pache? Now, mister, look hero You have slept In my tent and partook of my oheer Vsnv days, many days, on thU rngged frontier— For the ways they wero rough, and Camanchea were near. But you'd better pack npl Curse your dirty skin I I corilrtnt have thought yon so nigjf«rdly small. l)o yon men that make books think an old mountain eor On the rough border bom has no turn-tarn at all? Sell I'AcheI Yon buy himl A bag full of gold I You show him! Toll of him the tale 1 have toldt Whv, be bore me through tire, and is blind, and ia oldi Now park up your papers, and git up and spin. And never look back. Blast yon and your Uu 1
As old gentleman living nearNewburyport, Mass, called for cough medicine at a drug store the other day. The first dose stilfened him out as stiti as a stake, and he lay on the tloor two hours foaming at the mouth, and he swelled up as big »B two. This he thoueht the flVct of his disease, and so he took another dose, and says that it straightened him out stiller than before. He lay foaming at the mouth for three hours, aud swelled up as big as three. "When he came to himself he took a spoonful of the medicine and threw it into the fire, when it exploded with a great flash, and what remained in tho bottle he dashed against the stone wall. Then he went to the stone and found his bottle of cough mixture all safe, but & bottle fly pjuon was missing.
A. yrbkln in Oxford County, Haine, eighty-two years old, who worked for twenty-five cents a day and saved the money. Mju»VgiTOMW her wage» for four years, towfcrd totfiiatng a TnivemUst church.
VOL. XXII.
THE STRiXtfE VISITOR TO W
J?T GEORGE L. CVTI.IN.
TOWARDS the clo.-e of a loDg, hot summer day, not many y- are ago, the daily mall coich came down the sha led street ol the qniet viiiage of W on it-3 way in the
old-fashioned hosiery standing at
Ever in W before, sir he asked. Yes—yes—but a iong time ago. Has the place changed much
Precious little, to my knowledge, for twenty years back," answered Boggs. Twenty It's twice that since I was here," said the stranger. "Mere boy, then, I s'pose," continued Boggs.
Yes, quite a youngster when I left the place," was the reply and then the two had relapsed iuto silence.
And now as they passed on through the twilight shadows toward the village center, the old gentleman peered eagerly out., now 011 this Bide, now on that, now gazing closely at some one or another of the gaunt, old dwellings embowered in flowers by the roadside, now leaning forward as some brook, or tree, or other familiar landmark came back to his memory. And so, as he looked itnd pondered, the vehicle came to a h:ilt before the taVei'n door, aDdthe journey was over.
The old man—for he did seem old, as with his short, bent figure, aud limping gait, he shuttled up tho hotel stops, and across the sanded floor—gave some directions abotit his baggage—which consisted ol a small superannuated trunk, and a car-pet-bag which had seen its best days long ago—inquired in a sharp, fitful way where the proprietor was, and upon that individual making his appearance, iu the form, not of the conventional rubicundvisaged Boniface, but of a demure, soberlaced man, whose lethargic movements and resigned expression i.f countenance marked him as one who simply conde scended to make his earthly home and to keep a hotel iu W because he couldn't do any better, propounded in raoid monosyllables the inquiry whether he had any comfortable rooms vacant.
Do you simply want lodging overnight, sir," meekly inquired the host.
Sir, meeKiy mquircu uio
UU IU WU.V4U1UWHW aui ouu
utnuing-room,
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stift' and cool with its white curtains, snowy b:'d-spread, and straight-backed chaire. The window fastening were, as is usual 'n rural taverns, all out of oruer, and the simple country maid of all work, who innocently held her ear to the keyhole, after bidding the guest "goodnight," heard Mr. Thompson fuming and fretiing as he wrestled with the refractory catches, until finally the sashes went up,
factory nature, in view of the limited in formation to be extracted from the taciturn Boggs and the almost illegible scrawl on the register.
But cou'd they have known the thoughts that were crowding thick and fast upon the mind of him who sat in the window above, looking out upon tho moon-lit street could they with him have recalled the memories which came over him— memories saddened by the vision of want and hardship, and a moss-covered tombstone iu the village church-vard—hard by —the mout careless and callous of them would baft prayed for a blessing on that crav-haired head, with its weary, thoughtful fcca.
W at the time of its revisitation by the somewhat eccentric Mr. Thompson, •was a quiet country village, with scarcely two thousand inhabitants, and possessing no especial characteristics to distinguish it from the hundred other villages which nestle lovingly among tho hills, or on the bosom of the landscape within a circuit of a hundred miles from the metropolis. Extending along the turnpike road for a diatance of half a mile or more on either side were straggling rows of cottages, intenpensed here and there with more ostentatious dwellings, while an occasional shop-window or sign peeped out from beneath the trees to vary the monotony. About midway another street intersected the main road, at about the junction of thete two thKMghfares, formiug, with the exception of a tew back lanes and side streets, the entire village, were clustered the principal stores, the post office, the office of the newspaper, which weekly issued to denounce local abases and laud the
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AT a spiritual meeting the other even
Reading our own obituary tootic^Q,
American bird to the ultimata thule of glory, tiife oourt-house, where semi-an'nu
ally long-bearded country lawyers and grave, knowing old jn-ges came together to plead doubtful questions of right and wrong," and, last of all, the hotel, the Washington House, the veritable headquarters, 'twas said, of the Father of his Country in the old voiuti.mary days. One- straying from this business centtr came in the one direction upon an .old
the cross roads in the ccntre of the town, .7T where a s!_en, swinging to the wind, an- stone hndpe spanning a swiftly running nounccd entertainment for man and beast,' brook, and saw be'ore him the dusty roa-.', and when-, in fa^t, for all travelers in that winding its serpent!i,c Course up an almost mail-coach the iy"a journey ended. The interminable Iiill beyond in the opposite day hid been a mercilessly warm one the direction he passed the viLage church, a dust, in great clouds, tolled UD from the relic of the olden days, renovated by modwheels, the driver eat begrimed* and coat era hands, and came suddenly upon the less on his box, and the jadea animals banks of a canal, the favorite reeort of urbarely kept up at a gait faster than a chins for swimming in summer and skat walk, by the consciousness of their near ing in winter. A-.d then beyond were approach to the night's resting-place. Not hills, and meedows, and corn fields, and unpleasant, either, was the contrast which groves, and swamps, and endless vis^a ot the dusty vehicle with its occupants pre- worm fenccs, with here and there a farm st nted to the cool, quiet of the sidewalks and verandas which it passed on its lazy „)urney down the shaded thoroughfare. Bareheaded urchins sat uj on the grassy banks/or tossed their hats aloft in welcome. Bevie3 of laughing, fair-haired children ilittedby, while within the white palings which lined the Btreet could be seen, seated here and there in the shadows, happy family groups, delightfully suggestive of refreshing coolness and comfort.
So, at any rate, thought the solitary which the new comer hailed. Speculapassenger whom 011 that particular evvn- tions as to the old gentleman financial ing the mail coach brought toW He statu? were no less
had been riding all day, had traveled for The rmty garments in which he again s. veral days previous, he said, and was made his appearance at breakfast on the
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not a bit sorry to near the end of his ourney. A rather singular looking old gentleman he was, too, at lirst sight, not at all such a one as you would single out in a crowd to ask for either sympathy or assistance. Iiis face had a worn and forbidding look to the casual observer, his dress was plain, rather inclined to seeJiness even, and, when he spoke, his voice was quick and testy, like that of aman who had battled all his life with caro and anxiety, and had le trned to atk no odds but those which his own energies and exertions gave him. Good-natured Bogga, tho driver, who in his decade of stage-coach existence had made a study of human nature in all its phases, had made up his mind pretty early in the day that his solitary passenger was not a man to be easily cultivated. All eHurts to draw him into conversation had proved futile. And yet, thought Boggs, "there's something kind and good behind that crabbed face and short answers, I'll be bound." lie made a final and partially successful eff rts, however, as they neared the village.
nuim i«iKa, n.iii busying himself in all sorts of quiet spechouse peeping out—in short, a scene of ulations. One day, just a^week after the tranquil beauty,-telling only of peace and prosperity.
Now. the unannounced advent of Mr. John Thompson, of New Orleans," to a little place like this did at all events produce no small sensation among the gossip hunters. There were, naturally enough, two or three families of resident Thompsons, each and all of whom, after diligent inquiry of their memories, failed to recall any relatives living in the remote city from
varied
and diverse.
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onmnH tnr
morning succecdirg his awival, earned for him, in different quarters, the several appellations of poor man, probable miser, and disguised millionaire. Meanwhile Mr. Thompson was stoical, was unap •proachable hesitated not to express his emphatic disgust at whatever did not suit him about. the house, cast withering glances, coupled with short replies, at one or two adolescent rustics who had the hardihood to accost him on the front piazza, and finalW, with liisfiands buried deep in his coat-tail pockets, limped and shuffled down the steps and turned down the cross street as if for a stroll, leaving the villagers in a "state of doubt and curiosity bordering on despair.
All that day he was absent. It cannot be said none knew where, for different ones, lounging in and out of the hotel at various hours through-the day, spoke of having met the stranger, and inquired who lie was. One had seen him standing on the doorstep of old Mother Campbell's cottage, rapping vigorously at the door another he had accosted on the road about a quarter of a mile away, with the inquiry of where Farmer Matthews' house had stood. The house had burned down some years before, but the man had pointed out the spot, as near as he could, and gone on about his business. Still a third had seen the old man wandering about in the old church-yard, attentively examining the inscriptions, and had finally seen him seated on a grass-grown mound, with his head buried iu his hands, and apparently unconscious of observation. And last of all, about twilight, home came Mr. John Thomp-on himself, looking worn and weary, but with a
gentler
tone in hia voice,
as he asked that his supper might be sent up to his room. And so the gossips were none the wiser, for that night, at least.
The next day they got a slight crumb of comfort, terminating in only a deeper myst'-ry. Afcer he had partaken of hia breakfast, Mr Thompson drew the meek and lowly host into a corner, and quietly inquired "Who is the best lawyer we have in these parts?"
Well, there are three or four good ones," was the answer. "'Squire Jessup, over the way, is about as sound and square a man as any of 'hem, I guess." "A young man?" "No, sir, he's been practicing here these fifteen years, and must be hard onto fifty
Thank you," said the visitor, and in a quarter of an hour after he was closeted with 'Squire Jessup, an elderly man, of genial, benevolent mein, whose mild greeting, as he ushered in his unexpected caller, went far to convince the latter that he had found the sort of a man he wanted.
I shall have to request," said Mr. Thompson, with something of his former tartness, after he had seated himself in the cozy arm chair, removed his hat, nnd wiped his forehead with a great bandanna,
I shall have to request that what I am
iiusu i. snail nave uj le^utau w* ..
"No, sir,' was the reply "a week, two about to say to you, Mr. Jessup, shall be, weeks, a month, or two perhaps." for the present, strictly confidential." The
A momentary gleam of the sordid seemed to overcome the submissive in the inn-
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lawyer nodded assent. I am John Thompson," continued the
keeper's countenance, but it quickly faded visitor, "and my home is New Orleans, away again, as its owner said, "I trust we Years ago, I was for a time a resident of shall be able to accommodate you, sir. this village, and I have now come back to Please register you name." it in my old age to see what changes time
The stranger glanced over the pages of has made." the book before him. Not an arrival that The 't'quire was about to ask someday—none the day before—in fact, only
which looked for all the world like him se'lf, the inexpressive name, "John Thompson, New Orleans."
The old gentleman was fatigued, and after a little repast, all to himself, in the dinning-room, was shown up to his apart-
hing, but was
two for a week back. To this beggarly ask me any questions now, sir. What I rccord of guests, ho added his signature, have to say shall be said in a business-like, scrawling in little, dried-up characters, straight-forward way. I have called to secure your services Can I trust you?1
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rneut, 'a corner bed-chamber, gorgeously endorsement than the respect which my --..1 it-is nnrfoinfl K/iftPTllft ailfl thclOVG 8.QU fellow-townsmen bearme,and the love and affection, especially, oi the poorer classes among them. I ask no better encomium when'l die than the tears which the needy and destitute, whom Providence has enabled me to befriend, may shed over my grave." His countenance warmed as he spoke, and the pride of an honest, generous heart shone in his mild blue eyes as they met the attentive glance of the the blinds were flung open, and the opera- stranger. The latter felt reassured. tion culminated in an emphatic grunt To be brief then," ssi he, I want about equally made up of disgust aua sat- you to buy me apiece of property—a part inaction. Meanwhile the loungers down of the Matthews farm." stairs were airing all sorts of random A good piece of land, that, said the speculations aa to the character and de- 'Squire, and worth a good figure. signs of the new comer—speculations "I shall want abc ut ten acres of it, he which necessarily were of a most unsatis- continued, including the site J3f the old
interrupted by Pray don
At this sudden and direct interrogatory, the lawyer turned and looked his visitor fall in the face. With any thing that is honorable and right, Mr. Thompson, I say yes, you can trust me. I ask no higher
farm-hou-i which stood on-the knoll near the road." "And how high do you want to pay for it?"
A fair price, which you can better judge of than I can. "Who is the owner Matthews still owns it—that is the son of the old man, Joshua Matthews."
Can you arrange an interview Yes, he lives near at hand. I can send for him now."
Better send for him then, said Mr. Thompson. In less time than the old man had expected, there came a rap on the door, and the brown, sunburned face of a man ot thirty, tall, and uncouth in figure, peeped in. Want to see me, 'Squire
Yes," said the lawyer come in, Mr. Matthews. This is Mr. Thompson, a gentleman from the far South, who has taken a notion to settle down in W and is looking for some eligible property."
With this introduction, the three sat down, and in half an hour the bargain was struck. Mr. John Thompson had purchased of Mr. Caleb Matthews all his right, title, and interest in the ten acres aforesaid, in consideration of the sum of ten one thousand dollar notes, all crisp and new counted out on the table before him, the said Caleb Matthews, (slightly bewildered) by him, the said John Thompson (as cool and self possessed as a cucumber). Then Mr. Thompson, reiterating his request that the purchase might for the present be kept a perfect secret, bade the other two good day, promising to call tomorrow for his papers.
But, spite of the injanction of secrecy laid upon him, Caleb Matthews, with bis ten new bank notes rustling in his pocket, found the news too good, and too surpris-
CRAWFORDSVILLE, MONTGOMERY COUNTY, INDIANA, AUGUST 12, 1871!
ing, to keep it long to himself, tktween him and a garrulous w:f3 and half a dozan brothers and their wives, the information soon spread itself through the village, and of course it gathered strength and dimensions with each repetition. Stories of the fabulous wealth of the mysterious stranger were circulated, audit wag with a deferential regard that the glances of those he mtt on his diily rambles were directed toward him. Day by day the public ctl riosity about him became greater, but he seemed to care not a straw—in feet, appeared unconscious of being the best noticed man iu the village. He had no intercourse with any casual acquaintance. As the days went on he even grew moodier and more reserved than ever, passing an hour or two every morning surveying his newly bought ten_ acres, tramping them over and over again, and
purchase, he called on 'Squire Jessup. The kind-hearted lawyer received him cordially, as before, and wondered that he had not called sooner for his papers. "I've been very busy, all by myself," was Mr. Thompson's answer. "And now I've called to engage your services again. Let me see. The deed is all right, is it "Perfectly. There it is, sir, signed, sealed and delivered."
Mr. Thompson took the document, read it carefully through, asked one or two questions, and then, folding it up again, laid it away in his capacious wallet, and proceeded:
I wish to begin bttilding at once. The plan3 and specifications for the proposed edifice I have here with me, and ready for the builder. Now what I want you .to do is to obtain for me a fair estimate of the total cost of materials and labor required for its completion before the loth of next December."
Mr. Jessup stretched out his hand to take the drawings which his visitor had produced, and glanced over them hastily.
Why," said he, this calls for a larger and finer building than any we have in town."
Sir. Thompson's eyes sparkled for a moment. "Indeed?" was all he said. Of brick, with one hundred and fifty feet front and one hundred feet depth," the lawyer read. Why, you don't mean to occupy such a house as this all alone, I hope!" he said, laughingly.
Not replying, Mr. Thompson continued If the estimates, which, by the way, I should like you to submit within a week, are satisfactory, I would ask the privilege of naming you, sir, as my representative in carrying out the details of the work, in drawing up the contracts, atd in making the payments when they fall due in return for which you have only to name your compensation. I have my particular reasons .for asking this of you, and I hope you will consider it favorably."
I thank you for the trust you desire to repose in me," said the 'Squire, and PCcept it."
Send in your bill whenever you desire," said Mr. Thompson and let there be no unnecessary delay in the estimates Do as you would do for yourself, and my for it you will not regret it."
word Ana so he left the puzzleu lawyer to his reflection. Straightway there- went forth mysterious summonses from the dingy little office to carpenters and joiners, and bricklayers, and plasterers, and painters, and for several days thereafter there was quiet little conclaves where figures and plans and rouglily-scrawled calculations held high revel, and, finally, within the time appointed, 'Squire Jessup sent his
client
word that he was ready to see him again. The terms were concluded satisfactorily, the papers were signed, Mr. Thompson deposited a check for one half the amount of the estimate, took a receipt for it, and directed that the work should be begun at once. I am going away for a while," said he, and will keep you advised of my whereabouts, so that you may write me from time to time what progress is being made." "You have placed in my hand, said the good old lawyer, a trust which I hope you will find has not been misplaced." And they shook hands and parted, and the next day's stage coach took away Mr. John Thompson in the direction from which he had come.
A month passed away, and then another and another, and the calm, genial days of the Indian summer came around once more to throw their garments of scarlet and gold and russet over the fields and orchards and woods about the peaceful little village upon which we have looked. And day "by day the walls grew higher, the great building began to loom up more and more distinctly on the little knoll overlooking the village, and with it rose proportionately the speculation and curiosity of behold rs. A. glorious mansion it was, with great, wide, airy halls, and long corridors, and high ceilings, and broad, covered verandahs, and galleries suggestive of those to be seen in the tropics. There were in it rooms innumerable, both great and small. Sittingrooms, with gieat, generous windows for letting in the sunlight, cosy little bedrooms, and pantries and closets of all kinds. And all with such an air of brightness and completeness throughout, from top to bottom, that every one who strolled up there to look at old Thompson's place," as they had come to call it, invariably envied the comfort of the future inmate.
And then there came at intervals, consigned to 'Squire Jessup (he alone knew from whom), vases, and figures, and birdhouses, and no end of odd rustic chairs and the workmen laid out paths and graveled walks, and set out shrubbery and hedges of box, and put a high board fence about the whole ten acres with a huge gateway in front, so that now people could no longer enter at pleasure, but had to peep in through the trellis-work and then the workmen all left, a monster padlock appeared at the gate, and lo! Mr. Thompson's place was finished and ready for an occupant.
By this time winter had set in, and people were already talking of the holidays. Just before the happy season arrived, came back, a sort of a harbinger of Santa Claus, Mr. John Thompson—not in a dusty stage coach in the twilight, but wrapped up in buffalo robes behind a lot of jingling sleigh-bells, and well into the hours of night.
The next day his arrival was the town topic every body hid expected him, of course he looked older many thought, but he was as active as ev er, for all that—made an early call at the Squire's, passed most of the day in going over the building and grounds,"and, returning in the evening, slipped away to his bed before any one had even half a chance to see him. Then, as if surprises would never end, or, rather, as if Mr. John Thompson's fund of eccentricities were inexhaustible, there appeared a iy or two afier, posted up all over the village, an invitation to high and low, rich and poor, young and old, to attend a house-wanning to be given on Christmas eve,by "John Thompson, Esq, of New Orleans, at his recently-completed residence in this village." And the village newspaper in its next isnue contained the same invitation, strengthened by sundry hints, and pretty broad ones, too, that no one could well afford to miss such an occasion as this promised to be. And so days chased each other by, and people wondered as they saw the preparations for the festivities tables, and chairs, and crookery, and whole wagon-loads of good things, all drawn up and quietly disappearing witfain the mysterious gateway.
At last the eventful evening came, and a hundred lights glancing out from the
windows of the new building cast their broad glare down the snowy road and lit up the garden and grounds with ablaze of light The host had no reason to regret the liberal hospitality, as standing at the wide doorway, he welcomed the throng of rich and poor, young and old, who, attracted by various motives, had come in response to his invitation. Squire Jeasup, arrayed in his best suit, with high collar and brass buttons, was everywhere amoz.g the guests, looking happy and proud as one who ha3 discharged- an important trail And still the throngs flowed in at the doorway, and Mr. Thompson had a kind word for each and then, finally, the great house was full of people.
Just when the buzz of conversation aad the noise o? many feet seemed at their height, there came a sound of some one rapping to secure silence, and, looking around to discover the cause, the guests saw Mr. John Thompson standing on a cha^r ,in the center of the hall, evidently desi^dus of saying something. Sh— sh—, when rotted the assembly.
Qaiet, there," shouted som6, find amid a silence hardly to have been anticip'-ttcd in such a crowd, the queer old man began to speak, though in a voice which seemed no longer sharp and testy, but softened and tremulous with emotion. "My friends," he said, one afld all, who have come to visit me this evening, and, I hope, to enjoy yourselves, I would ask" your patience and forbeafsfifo while I r&ftte a little story. On this same xilght a good many years ago, so many that I scarcely care to count them, there passed along yonder highway, through a driving storm and bitter cold, a poor ^young woman, leading by the hand a little oov of six yeafs—her son. Whence she came, or how, matters not in my story. She was destitute, hungry and broken-hearted, but she saw the lights in yon village yonder, and was pressing on with a fierce energy toward hope and help in the distance. Alas! wearied nature could bear her up no more, and she sank down under the dark shadow of a tree by the roadside. Even then not forgetting to shield her poor child under her thread bare scanty garments from the cutting blasts. They fell asleep. She is sleeping still in the dear old church-yard yonder. The little boy whom she warmed in her last embrace was spared by Providence to grow up to be the old man who now stands before you. God sent me kind and benevolent friends from among you in those terrible days of adversity. For my life, my education, my whole character I have to thank those of you (and there may be some here who remember the incident) who took me in their keeping, and provided for me until, in an ungrateful day, I stole away to make my way alone in the wide, wide world.
My friends, it has been a hard, long journey for these forty years. I have seen disease carry me to the verge of a tomb to which I had previously consigned all whom I loved. Storms and war and other misfortunes have, time and again, left me all but impoverished. Yet, I have come out unscathed, carrying with me through it all the remembrance of that unpre ending tombstone in yonder churchyard, and the consciousness of one solemn imperative duty to be done before I die. That du'y, by God's will, I shall to-night discharge. Nevermore, if I can help it, shall a poor struggliag mother perish in cold and want by your roadsides. Never shall your poor, your sick, your aged want for comfort, food and shelter. See! this building which I have caused to be erected do you know what it is for? For me, do you think I expect never to enter it again. It is for your poor aud sick and destitute. I have built it—" and here the old gentleman nervously pulled a document from his vest pocket. See! here is a copy of a deed by which I have transferred this house and ground entire to the proper authorities for this purpose. In doing this act I realize the dream, the ambition of the greater part of my life. I thank God that he has enabled me to so realize it. And now, in conclusion, my good friends, I will say that you will find music all ready in the other room for an old-fashioned dance, and a good supper when you want it. Make yourselves as happy as you can, but I doubt whether, at the height of your glee, there will be one among you who is half as happy as old John Thompson."
Amid tears and cheers, and countless wringings of his withered hands, the old "entleman descended from his chair, and ?vas lost in the crowd. He came to the surface once more in the first jig, dancing at a furious rate with the prettiest buxom lassie in the room, and then disappeared. The feasting and dancing went on until morning but when the daylight stole in, and the guest3 began to ask for Mr. Thompson, to bid him "good-bye," nobody had seen him—he had shot away behind some jingling sleigh-bells in the night, and has never since been back toW
Iced Water.
During the hot season the excessive use of iced water is one of the most prolific sources of disease and sudden death. In very hot weather, when water is rendered extremely cold by the use of ice in the cooler, no person should drink it in that condition, but should pour in, or draw from the hydrant, as much water of the ordinary temperature as will modify the iced water to about an October temperature. Then he may drink without damage. Nothing is worse for the teeth .than extremely cold water and many a man has acquired dyspepsia by its bad effect upon the stomach. Not a tew have suffered from congestions which were dangerous or deathly. We remember a boy, smart, black-eyed, and handsome, who was connected with our office. He was just old enough to be wise above that which is written. Being one day remonstrated with for drinking two or three glasses of water as cold as ice could make it, he replied tartly, Water is never too cold for me I never feel the slightest injury from its use." The weather was extremely hot, and if ever cold water could be used at any time, that, of all others, when the system was overheated, was not the time to use it so copiously. The next day he was not in the office, and the following day he did not come. The third day about noon he made his appearance, and looked as it he had had chills and fever for three months.
He drank no more iced water that summer, and probably got a lesson which will last him his life-time. It is a wonder it chd not kill him. A word to the wise is sufe cient.—PhrenoloaiccU Journal.
ENGORGEMENT OF A HEN'S CROP. Early in the spring, a valuable Brahma hen in our flock had eaten so largely of snreds of corn-fodder as to completely engorge the crop, which was hard and very much swollen. We took a fine pair of scissors, and removing a few of the feathers, cut open the skin of the breast and exposed the
crop.
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
AN inch of rain falling upon an acre of land,•weighs about 100 tons. PREMIUMS, policies and dividends are paid in cash in the Washington Life Insurance Company, of New 1 ork.
IT is strange that grocers never become rich, since they always give their goods a weigh. "REMEMBER, life is but a dream Irs date the intermediate breath we draw." Insure in the Mutual Life, of Chicago.
A NEW ORLEANS man who tried to frighten his wife by playing burglar, hopes to recover, even if they can't find the ball.
IT is announced, upon the best medical authority, that it is easy to see through a man who has a pain in his side.
A UTICA man sat on his umbrella at a lecture to prevent its theft. When he got up it was gone, and he wants to know where and how.
IN TIIE DRESSIKG-ROOM.—Husband— Mary, dear, aren't you well why don't you come down stairs?" Wife—"Oh, I've got one eyebrow blacker than the other, and I can't find a pencil anywhere, and it won't wash off I don't know what to do at all."
TIIE New Bedford Mercury says Charles D. Wrightington, a mechanical genius of Fairhaven, has recently completed a miniature steam engine, perfect in every detnil, of about one mouse power. The boiler is three inches long, and the machine contains over 800 pieces,some of which are of gold. It runs finely.
THREE McCartys, one with a baby, have walked from Indianapolis to Philadelphia to look after a tract of land belonging to Cornelius Titus McCarty, deceased The Philadelphia Press says they were dusty and bare-footed after their tramp for thirteen weeks. They begged their food along the route.
NEAKLY 3,000 persons—a population greater than that of the average American villages—make day miserable and night hideous in the single block of tenement houses bounded by Baxter, Park, Mulberry and Bayard streets. Yet nothing can tempt them from this contracted scene of concentrated pestilence and misery to broad, pleasant and happy pastures in the West.—New York Tribune.
THE manager of a London theater observing, one morning at the rehearsal of some music, that one of the band was quiescent, he leant over from the pit in which he was standing and touched him on the shoulder—" Why are you not playing, sir?" "I have twelve bars rest, sir," answered the musician. Rest Don't talk to me about rest, sir! Don't you get your salary, sir? I pay you to play and not to rest, sir! Rest when you've done your work, and not in the middle of it!"
EXECUIONS of criminals in Prussia will hereafter be performed with an axe having a straight edge twelve inches in length. The culprits are to be fastened to a block, and their heads are to be buckled in such a manner as to make it difficult for the executioner to hit with his axe anything but the neck. Heretofore, not a few executions resulted in a manner horrifying to the sensibilities of the spectators, owing to the nervousness of the executioner, and to the imperfect manner in which the victim had been attached to the block.
A FEW nights since- at a late hour, the speaking-tube at the office-door of one of New Haven's popular physicians was used by some midnight wag, to the following effect: The clocior was in a sound sleep, when he was partially awakened by a halloo through the tube, when the following dialogue took place: Well, what do you want?" "Doe3 Dr. Jones live here?"
Yes,
This was then
opened with the scissors for an inch in length, and the mass of fodder removed. A stitch was put through the lips of the wound and tied, other stitches were passed through the Bkin and secured, and the hen was released. The operation was perfectly successful.—Hearth and Home.
—The Country Gentleman says that cultivators frequently allow raspberry bushes to run rampant the season through, and do the pruning the following spring, when much severe cutting is requisite in bnngine the plants into shape. A proper share of attention st the right time, and a small amount of labor, will enable the owner to bring them into a suitable form, retain all their vigor, and obviate much of the c&re required for staking the plants.
what do you want?" "Are
you Dr. Jones?" "Yes." "Dr. Simon Jones?'' "Yes—yes!
what
REVIEW,
do you want?"
"Why, how long have you lived here?" Some twenty years why Why why don't you move If you stay there about ten seconds more you'll liud I am moving and he bounded out of bed, but the patient" was heard moving down the street at a rate that defied pursuit.
A NEW and valuable invention has lately been made by an engineer on the Eastern Division of the Erie Railway. It consists of an arrangement by which an engineer of a locomotive can instantly change his headlight from a white to a red light. This is done by means of levers inside the headlight, connected with the cab of the engine by a rod, by which a red glass is drawn over the disc. The peculiar advantages of this light are developed on a double track. When two trains are ap proaching each other on different tracks and one meets with an accident which encumbers both tracks with tlie wreck, the light ctmbe instantly changed, thus showing the danger signal immediately, and thus saving the three or four minutes necessary for a man to run ahead with the signal.
THE new explosive called lithofracteur, literally stone-breaker, has attracted considerable attention in Europe. It is composed of nitro glycerine, gun-cotton, chlorates, infusorial earth, and the constituents of gunpowder. The exact proportions and the manipulation in the prepara
tions and the
UUU
manipulation in the prepara-
W v—
the inventor, Professor Engels, and the manufacturers, Gebruder & Krebs, of Cologne. It is of the coosistence of soft putty, and cannot be exploded by concussion. When lighted in the open air,
simply burns without explosion when confined and ignited by fulminate, its power is fully developed. The Prussians
used
it
for
destroying siege guns after the
capture
of Fort Issy.
It
is now used for
blasting purposes iu England. One pound and one and a half ounces of lithofracteur fractured twenty-six feet of rock, and a similar quantity of the explosive brought down twenty tons of rock and loosened an enormous mass behind the bore.^ This new compound is gaining ground in Europe from its non-liability to explode in transportation, by concussion, or by the changes in the atmosphere.
Two Kinds of People.
One of the most severely proper saints that I ever knew was a person who never had any inlluence over me. I would never have thought of telling her a secret, or of confessing a fault. But it was different with old Aunt Chandler. She was one of those happy fat women—bountifully big outside and in. If she caught me stealing apples, she would take ma into the house as if for castigation, and then would put the apples in the drawer and give them to me one by one and nen I was put to bed without my supper—which, to a boy growing at the rate of ten knots an hour, was no small thing—she would bring me bread and cheese while mother was praying. I felt guilty for liking the bread and cheese better than the prayer, but I did.
Once my father said to me, Henry, do you want to go hunting with me was a moment of trancendent joy. But Aunt Chandler, not knowing of the invitation, asked me to go to Collins' store for some cnuff I lovtd her too well to refuse. I raced dovrn the street, and raced back, but father was gone. You may laugh, but that was the darkest hour of my life, and I look back and pity myself for it now.
I would do anything to serve this friend who sympathized with me. This illustrates Scripture: Scarcely for a righteous man would one die yet for a good, man one would even dare to die. It is not ri"htu3usnes8 so much that we want aa goodness. Men want everything to run mto themselves. There should be an outward circulation. He who helps man helps God. We serve God by taking care of His children.—Henry Ward Beecher» Lecture Boom Talk.
NO. 50.
Youths' Department.
SEWING.
BT JOSXPHUTE POLLARD.
CLOSB Ty the -window tb«re sits to-day, A dear little maiden—her name is Rose And lier thoughts ire ont with the birds at play.
And her needle drags through the scam she sews. The thread provokes ner, beVond a donbt
It knots and scarles and the needle tiies To murder her patience ont and ont, For it pricks her finger. dear!" she cries.
I see the trouble she cannot see The witches are playing their pranks with Rose They dance around her in sportive glee.
And, O, how thoy laugh at her tearfal woesl They twitch the thread as it leaves her band. They knot, and tangle, and twist it wron? And poor little Rose cannot understand
Why her sowtng-hour should be so long.
1 don't mind sewing on rainy days," Said the restless Rose, "but It seems to be A cruel thing to give up my plays
When all out-doors is enticing me I Thlg ream can wait, but my heart rebels, And longs to carry me far away, To'the woods, to the beach whero I gather shells
O, how can I work when I want to play 1"
A bird leaned hard on the rose's stem. And l«nt the bud till it fanned her cheek, And Ro-je, through her tears, looked out at them.
"I would hurry and finish what I'd begu: "And keep inv mind on tha' bit of thread. Nor think of play till the work was donel"
She smiled through her tears, and she bent her head. And plied her needle with haste and skill "I'll put my heart in my work," she said "And that will help me I know it will 1" I saw the fairies she could not see
They polished the needle, and smoothed the thread. And danced around her in sportive glee.
And the sewing-hour was quickly sped.
feep.but
—Our Young Folks.
Willy nnd Hia I)0£.
When Willy was about six years old, his father lived in a mining country, where lead is found under the ground. In searching for lead, the miners begin by digging a large round hole, which they call a shaft. There was a shaft in Mr. Lee's pasture, which some miners had be-
un, had abandoned before it was very
At that time Willy was a very little fellow but he knew a good deal for a boy of his age. lie knew how to read and write. He often wrote letters to his uncles and aunts, which pleased them very much for, though he did not write as grown-up people do, his letters were just as plain as print.
So when his birthday came, one of his aunts sent him a little writing-book to carry in his pocket. There was a placc in the book for a pencil, and his aunt had put a nicc little red pencil in it, so that Willy might write just when he pleased. \Villv thought a great deal of this little book, and always kept it in his pocket.
Onei day he called his dog, and said, "Come, Caper, let us have a play and away ran Willy and the dog to have a play together uuder the trees.
Willy's mamma was very busy but she loved her little boy so well that she soon began to miss him. She went to the door and looked out, and could not see Willy anywhere but she knew that Caper was with him, and thought they would come back before long. She waited an hour, and still he did not come. Then she went out to look for him.
When she came to the gate by the road, she met Mr. Lee, aud told him how long Willy had been gone. Mr. Lee thought he must have gone to sleep under some of the trees, for the weather was very warm. So they went to all the trees under which Willy was in tho habit of playing, and called him, and called Caper, but they were no where to be found.
By this time the sun had gone down. Mr. Lee rau to a neighbor to get help to find his little boy. Poor Mrs. Lee was almost wild with fright. The news that Tilly was lost ion spread over the neighborhood and all the men and women turned out to hunt. They hunted all night but Willy was not to be found.
When daylight came, Mr. Lee got home, looking very pale, and his voice trembled as he spoke of his darling boy. As to the poor mother, her heart seemed to be breaking.
The neighbors were gathered round, and all were trying to think what to do next, when Caper came bounding into the room There was a string tie'1, round his neck, and a bit of paper tied to the string.
Mr Lee took the paper, and saw that it was a letter from Willy. He read it aloud. It said, O pa! come to me. I am in the big hole in the pasture."
Everybody rau at ones to the far corner of the pasture, and there, sure enough, was Willy, alive and well, in the shaft. Oh! how glad he was when his dear papa caught him in his arms and lifted him out! And his mother—I cannot tell you how glad she was. Sometimes she cried, and sometimes she laughed, as she held him in her arms, and looked into his face, to be sure that nothing was wrong with him.
Now, I will tell you how Willy came to be in the shaft. He was playing with Caper in the yard, when he thought he would climb over the fence and take a lit
erun
-U1
he
tion of the compound are known only to kimself on the* green grass under the great thp nwpntnr. Professor En eels, and the
pasture. He soon found
treeg ancl
then he though he would run
all over the pasture. So he kept on till he came to the shaft. He went close to the edge and sat down and, in bending over to see how deep it was, he lost his balance, and fell in. He tried very hard to get out, but could not He could just reach the top of the shaft with his hand, but no farther.
it
When his good little dog saw that his master was in the shaft, he would not leave him, but ran round and round, reaching down, and trying to pull him out but, while Caper was pulling Willy by the coat-sleeve, a piece of sod gave way under his feet, and he fell in too.
Willy called his mother and father as loudly a3 he could, but the corner of the pasture was so far from the house, that no one could hear him. He cried and called till it was dark and then he lay down on ground, and Caper lay down close beside him. How glad Willy was to have his dog with him! It was not lorg before Willy cried himself to sleep.
When he awoke, it was morning and he began to tnink of a way to get out. His little writing book was in his cket, He took it out, and, after a good deal of trouble, wrote the letter to his papa. Then he tore the leaf out, and took a string out of his poc ket, and tied it round Caper's neck, and tied the letter to it. Then he lifted the dog up, and helped him out, and said to him. Go home, Caper, go home." The little dog scampered away, and was soon at home, and
Willy
was soon taken out of the shaft.—The Nursery.
Pat Salt In It.
"Mother, what makes you put salt in everything you cook Everything you make you put in a little salt, and sometimes a great deal."
So spoke observing Annie as she stood "looking on." "Well, Annie, I'll make you a little loaf of bread without any of it, and see if you can find ont" "O mother it doesn't taste a bit good said she after she had tasted of it. "Why not?"
You didn't put any salt in it." "Mother," said Annie a day or two afterward, "Jane Wells Is the worst girl I ever saw she slaps her little brother, and
Fulls
his hair, and acts real hateful. When told her it was naughty to do so, and if she would be kind to her brother he would be kind to her, she only spoke
rough to me, and hit him again. won't she take my advice, mother V* Perhaps yon don't put any salt in it. Season yonr words with grace, my child. Ask help of God in all you say and do, and your words, spoken in the ^spirit of Christ, will not fall to the ground. Don't forget to pst salt in it, or eke it won't taste good."
Letters of Recommendation.
A gentleman advertised for a boy to assist him in his office, and nearly fifty applicants presented themselves to him. Out of the whole number he in a short time selected one, and dismissed the rtst.
I should like to know," said a friend, on what ground you selected that lx»y, who had not a single recommendation." "You are mistaken," said the gentle man, he h*d a great many. He wiped his feet when he came in, aud closed the door after him, showing that he was careful. lie gave up his seat instantly to that lame old mnn, showing that he was kind and thoughtful. He took off his cap when he came in, and answered my questions promptly and respectfuHy, showing he was polite and gentlemanly. He picked up the book which I had purposely laid upon the floor, and replacea it on the table, while all the rest stepped over it or shoved it aside and he waited quietly for his turn, instead of pushing and crowding, showing that he was honest and orderly. When 1 talked with him, I noticed that his clothes were carrfully brushed, his hair in nice order, and his teeth OH white as milk and when he wrote his name, I noticed that his finger nails were clean, instead of being tipped with jet, like that handsome little fellow's, in thfl blue jacket. Don't you call those things letters of recommendation I do, and I would give more for what I can tell about a boy by using my eyes ten minutes, than all the fine letters he can bring me.—Little Corporal.
Khorossan.
This place where, according to our tele,grams, hundreds of human beings are daily dying for want of food, aud the starving people are actually reduced to cannibalism, lies between lattitude 31—38 degrees 80 minutes N., and longitude 53—G2 degrees 30 minutes E and is the largest province in Persia, containing 210,000 bquarc miles.
Nearly one-third of this area is a salt waste a large portion of the remainder consists of plains of shifting sands, leaving a comparatively small part susceptible of cultivation. The fertile districts are in the North, where the high range of the Elburz Mountains crosses the country, throwing out spurs,-thus form\ng an elevated district abouuding in well-watered valleys. Art assists the work of nature by means of canals, which conduct .water wherever it is most needed but this system of irrigation, though much used in* ancient times, has
been
to a great extent
abandoned ou account of the incessant internal troubles which have disturbed the province for many centuries past. The chief products of Khorassan arc grain, cotton, silk, hpmp, tobacco, iiromatic end medicinal plants, fruits and wine. Gold, silver and precious stones arc
to
be loiiud
there, and large numbers of camels, horses and asses are raised. There are also manufactories of silk, woollen, camel's and goat's hair fabrics, as well as muskets and sword blades. The principal towns are Meshed, the capital Nishapur, Yczd, and Astrabad. The inhabitants are mostly .Mohammedans of the Shiah sect. In former days Khorassau included the desi rt of Khiva or Kharasm, and the district now known as the kingdom of Herat but the first was separated from by it by the warlike Seljuks at the beginning of tho eleventh century, and the latter about 1510 —since which time it has been more thau once seized and held a short period by the Persians. Khorassan itscll has been sev?ral times
disunited
sixteenth century,
from the Persian
empire, but was finally peinumcntly at-tached-to it at
the commencement
of the
by
Ismail the first
Suffavean Shah
of
jniblican.
"Persia.—MvtiOtiri ite-
National Bank Circulation.
W'ASIIIN'
TON. July 33.
The total circulation issm the Na*« tional Banks, to date, is if^ilrt (WO,!)!)!). Tho act of July
12,
1870, authorized the issue
of f.14,100,000 additional circulation, and the establishment of Gold National Banks, to which circulation can be issued upon the deposit of nited States bonds at the rate of 80 per cent, upon the par value thereof. Since the passage of the act, circulation has been issued to the following States Virsin'n ?711,000 Oeorqln SMI.O' O Illinois r,KHIIHU* ........ I
1
.'11'1
Wet Virginia '.15 MXJU North« iinilinu.. Mi 1,0 0 Mich gun l.lii*i Mi.-^oiwi M'.tO.'W) Kentucky 2,2(10,1.00South Carolina Indiana 1,171,00(1 Nubruxka Wisconsin F.'IUOU I'cxas Ohio 7(1'1.000 Colorado Tennessee 'L-'HUKXI NMW Mexico.... Iowa 1.07(1,000 Oregon Louisiana l.^l ,'.()^ Alabama Minnesota 8HJ,O.0 California
2.r)H(Kill 812,i 00
1 .!i
.(Hit)
».l,(): 0 L.IN.'OO I :t T.ooo iiui.ooo :j,2.5
The law requires that one halt of the increased circulation shall lie apportioned among those States not having an excess already, according to population, and one-: half according to the existing banking... capital, resources and business" ot such State and Territory. The census returns: of the valuation of property and banking--^ capital have not yet bc-n received, ai.d. the proportion of circulation for the States of Ohio, Indiana and Illinois cannot probably be ascertained with any accuracy until about the 1st of October. It is probable, however, there will be sufficient circulation for all of the Southern and Western States when the lull census returns are received. No additional circulation can be issued to the Eastern and Middle States.
Wlint the Microscope Keveala—W ith a Moral.
Lcwenboeck tells us of an Insect seen with the microscope, of which lilty-seven millions would only equal a mite.
Insects of various kinds may be seen in the cavities of a grain of sand. Mold is a forest of beautiful trees, with the branches, leaves and Iruit.
Butterflies are fully feathered. Haiis are hollow tubes. The surface of our bodies is covered with scales like a fish a single grain of sand would cover one hundred and fifty of these scales, anl yet a scale covers five hundred pores. Through these narrow openings the sweat force-i itself like water through a sieve.
The mites make five hundred steps a sfond. E ich drop of sticnant water contains a world of animated beings, swimming with as much liberty as whales in the sea.
Eich leaf has a colony of insects grazing on it, like cows on a meadow. Moral.—lima some care as to the air you breathe, the food you eat. andthe water you drink.—Hmv-z arul lle-d'h.
AN old farmer went into a store in New
London,
Conn., fo-ne time ago, and after
pun fusing and tying for a t,ma 11 quantity oI*goods wtnt out, Itavintrhia pocketbook open on the counter. One of the clerks discovered it and resolved to tamper with it. Visiting one of his *n pockets, he selected three fifty-cent sninplastcrs, redeemable -00 yeerd alter date, in anew kind ot bitters. I hese he sandwiched with the currency in the pocketbook which he returned to tfie place where he found it, and patiently awaited results. Before many minutes elapsed the countryman rushed in at.d excitedly inred about a middling good sized wallet—had it been lyin' 'round the store .'
Hasn't, sir," said the clerk. Oh, there it is now!" exclaimed the man, as he caught sight of it and successfully raked in the lost sheepskin. On looking over the contents to see if it was all HKh', ue discovered the bitters money, and great was his grief. Where in thunder (lid I get that stuff? "said he. fkugiu, that's tough!" And he forthwith set out to find the party who had passed it on him The greater part of the afternoon was'spent in this way, but the poor unfortunate man was unable to accomplish his object, and went home sadde, an a poorer in his own estimation.
—The average leogth of
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the toilet by seaside belles is said to be seven hours out of the twenty-four.