Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 4 September 1897 — Page 6

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JLITTLE BROWN

They drive '.lome the cows fromlhe posture Up through the Ions, shady lane, Where he quail whistles loud in the wheat

All yollow with ripening grain.

'They And in the thick, waving grasses '-:y Where the scarlet-dipped strawberry grows

They gather the earliest snowdrops And the first crimson buds of theTose.

hey toss the hay in the meadow. They gather the elder blooms white, And where the dusky grapes purple In the soft-tinted autumn light.

hey know where the apples hang ripest, And are sweeter than Italy's wines "hey know where the fruit Is the thickest

On the long, thorny blackberry vines.

They gather the delicate sea weeds, :v And build tiny castles of sand rhey pick up the beautiful sea shells-

Shall grow mighty rulers of state.

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,, The sword and the chisel and palette Shall be held'in the little brown hand. —Pittsburg Bulletin.

THE GOLD OAVES.

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was a good many years ago, but if I should live to be as old as Adam, the incidents I am about to narrate will be as clear and fresh in my memory as if they happened yesterday.

There were three of us, Ned Copley. an old Bocky Mountain hunter,

who, when game got scarce or furs unprofitable, took up the equally hazardous calling of gold seeking Frank Edgerton, a handsome young Kentuckian, who had come out to win a sudden fortune, and myself, who had made one fortune in the gold fields, lost it, and was now out to get another, and with the firm determination to hang on to it, if I struck luck again.

Across the Sierra Madre Mountains in the San Juan region was a mighty dreary, lonely country in those days, with the water flowing down out of sight in the bottoms of the canyons, and the nearest white settlement three hundred miles away in Eastern Colorado.

IS' ed Copley had hunted all through this country with Kit Carson, and he believed it was rich in gold, and that if we kept our purpose to ourselves we "would .make our everlastin' fortunes," to use his own words.

We had enough money to buy an outfit of food for three months and a mule to carry it as for the tools foxprospecting and the rifles and pistols necessary for game, or to protect ourselves from prowling* Indians and sneaking whites, we were well provided.

We left Taos in the early spring and while all the encircling mountains were covered low down with snow, looking like glistening marble walls sup porting a sky so clear and blue and cloudless, that it looked as if it was hewn out of a globe of turquoise.

But anxiety to see the yellow rold flashing at the bottom of the clear streams in the San Juan, blinded us to the glories of the landscape and the unsurpassed natural splendor scattered so lavishly on every hand.

I think I should say in all honesty to the brave fellow, that Frank Edgerton was an exception to this. To be sure he wanted gold. It was to get this that he left his old Kentucky home and drove an ox team across the sterile, blistering plains. No child's work in the days when the Indians and buffalo were plentiful and the snorting of the iron horse had not yet stirred to new life the echoes of the giant Rockies.

Frank Edgerton had a nobler motive than his two partners. We were out to find gold for the sake of the power and the comforts it would give, and it may be with thoughts of the deference that would be paid us by the less fortunate when we were rich men but our handaome young companion was moved to face the hardships and brave the dangers of the expedition by no such mercenary purpose.

He was not more than five and twenty, with curly brown hair and eyes, and a silky mustache and beard of the same hue, and a mouth full of even white teeth, and his fine face seemed ever the home of good nature and laughter. No matter how long the march or steep the trail, no matter the long miles between the springs, or the indications of Indians in the neighborhood, Frank was always cheery and .happy, and his laughter and hi3 songs, lor he had an excellent voice, lightened many a long march, and dispelled the gloom from many a lonely camp in the heart of the canyons.

We had not been many days out before Frank Edgerton opened his heart and gave us the secret of his constant happiness. He was in love, not "dead in love," but living in love, the glorious passion possessed him. It bubbled irom his lips in laughter, and song, and glared from his eyes in exultation. "Who is she, boys?" 'he said one day in answer to" my question, for I, an old, loveless and perhaps unlovable bachelor, half envied him his possession. '"She ain't no ordinary girl,

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By the camp fire he opened his coat and hunting shirt, and brought to light a slender gold chain that hung about his neck, and at the end of which there was a flat golden medallion. He opened it, kissed the picture with the adoration of a pagan 'for his idol, and then let us look at the face of* a beautiful, blue-eyed girl of nineteen or twenty, who seemed so life-like that it looked more like the reflection in a mirror than a colored ivorytype. "Susie Burns ain't rich, for Heaven couldn't give her all the blessings without being unfair," continued Frank, as he restored the picture to his breast, "but she'll be rich some day, if there's gold to be found in these mountains. Meanwhile, while I'm out here prospecting, Susie's a teaching school down by the banks of the Cumberland, and you can bet, if she has any time to spare from her work, she puts it in a-praying for me. That's why I feel so sure, boys, that we are going to win. I tell you an outfit can't fail that has an angel like that a-praying for it."

Frank filled us with his enthusiasm, and Ned Copley and myself felt that we, too, were interested in the girl, as we were very sure she would have been in us, had she known the circumstances.

I don't know the nams of the stream, for it was in the days before names were given to every strip of wet ground in the West, but it rose in the avalanches of the Sierra Madre and came down by our camp ice cold, and as it brought flecks of yellow gold with it, Ave decided to stop there and go to panning out the gravel.

We did fairly well. What we got would have been big wages anywhere else, but to compensate for what we suffered and the dangers we faced, we naturally wanted more.

A hundred dollars a day between three wasn't so bad, but we were in a mood when a thousand dollars a day would not have satisfied us.

My, how hard an 1 cheertul'y Frank did work! Why, he got so deeply interested in that unknown girl, away on the banks of the Cumberland in old Kentucky, that he got into the habit of saying every morning, as we ate breakfast by the light of the camp fire: 'Another day's work for Susie, boys!"

Although the strongest of the three, Frank was not used to this sort of rough life, and I soon saw it began to tell on him, and 1 wanted him to let up, but the brave fellow stuck to it, working in the ice cold water till he was taken down with chills, followed by a burning fever.

We had some quinine and a few simple remedies for cuts and brusises along, and with these and the skill that came of long years in the wilds, we did the best we could for our partner.

Now comes the remarkable part of my story. I've seen men down with the fever, when they got so wild they had to be tied, but while Frank was clear out of his head, he kept just as peaceful as ever, only that he insisted that up the creek were great caves full of gold, and that the specks we had been picking out of the gulch came from there.

He wanted us to start up there, saying we could get all the gold in a day we wanted for a lifetime.

Of course, Ned Copley and I humored Frank, and told him we'd go if he'd hurry up and get well, but he swore that instead of being sick Jie was as strong as a giant.

The third night after Frank was taken down, he seemed to be resting quietly, so Ned and I, who had been taking turns watching, thought it would be safe to drop off to sleep—a kind of lightly—and we did so.

When we woke up in the early morning, and saw that Frank Edgorton's cot was empty, and his clothes and pick and revolver gone, you may try to imagine, but you can never realize just how we felt.

We cooked a hasty breakfast, then picking up enough provisions from our little store to last three days, we hid the re3t, left the mule hid iu a little valley where there was lots of grass, and then started off to find our insane friend.

Remembering his ravings about "the gold caves" up near the snow line, we determine:! to follow the creek. We could read a trail as well as an Indian, but the rocks were too hard to retain the impression of a human foot yet, now and then we saw signs to encourage us.

The creek branched into a dozen streams further up, and it was only after long consultations that we decided which to take, and then for no reason that would not have applied quite as well to the other stream.

It was a rough, hard road, and now and then as we went on, we stopped to shout Frank's name, or to discharge our rifles, but only the echoes came back for reply.

That night, thoroughly fagged out, we halted close to the snow line indeed, there were white patches all about us, and not a sign of a shrub to make a fire. With a little alcohol lamp we made coffee, and lay down under our blankets, spoon fashion, to keep warm.

We were up by daylight, aud started off again, this time without coffee, for we had only about a gill of alcohol for the lamp, aud we reasoned that poor Frank would want something warm, we found him alive.

Another terrible day and another

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Edgerton. We gave him up, andwr sad hearts were returning, when Ned, who had eyes like telescopes, said he saw something moving near the snow lino across the valley.

There had been an immense snow slide down the valley, not an hour before, but we got across, and therg under a ledge of rocks, with a great pile of loose, glittering stones about him, lay Frank Edgerton, looking like a dead man

While Ned made some coffee, I rubbed Frank with snow till his skin felt warm, then we forced coffee between his teeth, and wrapping one blanket abouthim, we made a stretcher out of the other and our two rifles, so as to carry him down Lo camp, no easy job, I can tell you.

Just as we were about to start off, Ned noticed the piles of stones— Frank's pockets were full of them and those lying about had evidently been brought there by him. But they were fully one-half solid gold.

Frank Edgerton had discovered the caves of his fevered dreams. We got him back to camf», and took turns nursing him and carrying down the gold so mysteriously found with him under that ledge, and the source of which had been concealed by the snow slide. "To make a long story short," as we used to say when I was a boy, Frank got well. When he was able to travel we started back to Taos, carrying with us about one hundred and thirty pounds of solid gold.

We made a second and a third trip to find "the gold caves," of which Frank remembered nothing, and others have often tried it since, but they were lost quite as mysteriously as they were found.

Frank Edgerton had, however, for his share, enough money to return to Kentucky and marry the fair Susie Burns. That they are as happy as the day is long I can vouch for/for I visited them less than a year ago, and I was highly flattered to find that his oldest son was named after me. io

Odd Barometers.

Two of the oldest and oddest barometers, 3ays a writer in the London Spectator, are the leech in a bottle and a frog on a ladder. Mr. Richard Inwards has seen an old Spanish drawing of nine positions of the leech, with verses describing its attitude and behavior before different kinds of weather. Dr. Merryweather, of Whitby, contrived an apparatus by which one of twelve leeches confined in bottles rang a bell when a "tempest" was expected. When leeches were kept in every chemist's shop, and often in private houses, their behavior was the subject of constant observation and it was generally noticed that in still weather, dry or wet, they remained at the bottom, but rose, often as much as twenty-four hours in advance, before a change and, "in case of a thunderstorm, rose very quickly to the surface, descending when it was past. The frog barometer, used in Germany and Switzerland, is a very simple apparatus, consisting of a jar of water, a frog and a little wooden step-ladder. If the frog comes out and sits on the steps rain is expected. The weatherglass dearest to the old-fashioned cottage in the last generation was the "old man and old woman," who came out of their rough-cast cottage in foul or fair weather respectively. This was almost the earliest of semi-scientific toys, and depended on the contracting of a piece of catgut fastened to a lever. The belief that bees will not fly before a shower is probably true, and is the rational origin of the banging of trays and iron pots with a doorkey when bees are going to swarm. The insects are supposed to take this for thunder, and so settle close at hand, instead of swarming at a distance. Squirting water on them with garden syringe often makes them settle at once. But no such ingenious process of rationalizing can be found for the belief that if the insect inside cuckoo-spit lies head upward, the summer will be dry, though the increased worrying of horses by flies before rain, and the rise of the gossamer before fine weather, are abundantly confirmed by observation. Popular Science Monthly.

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of an Eccentric you have had

Character. a visit from

George Francis Train," said a grizzled old newspaper man at the National. "I never hear his name that I don't think of an incident in his remarkable career many years ago, when he was in his prime and enjoying almost unlimited power. When the Union Pacific Road was being built and had nearly reached completion Train took a large excursion party of Eastern people out West to examine the enterprise. At Omaha, which was then the most primitive kind of a town, Train gave the party a dinner in the only hotel in the place. When the guests were seated the erratic host discovered that one of the panes in the window behind his chair was broken out, and he ordered a waiter to stand in front of it and keep the draught from him. The servant refused, whereupon Train called the head waiter, who also declined to be used as a pneumonia screen. The philosopher grew angry and sent for the proprietor. 'What will you take for this old rookery?" he demanded. The boniface named$10,000. Train soratched off a check for the amount, threw it to the astonished proprietor, secured a receipt and then called up the head waiter. "'Stand in front of that hole in that window or get out of my service,' he directed. The head waiter took up his place as a breeze buffer without any further objections."—Washington Star.

It is estimate that Mount Etna has thrown out nine times its own bulk of cinders and lava.

A GREAT STORE

THIS WONrROUS SKA OP GALT CjEE AND THE MIRACLE JVKOUGHX THEREON

BY CHRIST.

Life's Stormy Voyage—flow Shipwreck of Human l.ivcs HViiy Be Avoided Dr. Tn]male's Sermon. -\.

This sermon by the Rev. Dr. Talmagc will be of great solace to people who are finding their life a rough voyage. Text, Mark 4:30, "And there were also with Him other little ships, and there arose a great storm of wind. And the wind

ceased and there was a great calm." He said: Tiberas, Galilee. Gennesarct—three names for the same lake. No other gem ever had so beautiful a setting. It lay in a scene of great luxuriance the surrounding hills high, terraced, sloped, groved, so many hanging gardens of beauty the waters rumbling down between rocks of gray and red limestone, flashing from the hills and bounding into the sea. On the shore were castles, armed towers, Roman baths, everything attractive and beautiful all styles of vegetation in shorter space than in almost any other space in all the world, from the palm tree of thef orest to the trees of a rigorous climate.

It seems as if we shall have a quiet night. Not a leaf winked in the air not a ripple disturbed the face of Gennesaret, but there seems to be a little excitement up the beach, and we hasten to see what it is, and wc find it an embarkation.

From the western shore a flotilla pushing out not a squadron or deadly armament, nor clipper with valuable merchandise, nor piratic vessels ready to destroy everything they could seize, but a flotilla, bearing messengers of life and light and peace. Christ is in the front of the boat. His disciples are in a smallboat. Jesus, weary with much speaking to large multitudes, is put into somnolence by the rocking of the waves. If there was any motion at all, the sh.p was easily righted: if the wind passed from one side, from the starboard to the the larboard or from the larboard to the starboard, the boat would rock, and by the gentleness of the motion putting the Master asleep. And they extemporized a pillow made out of a fisherman's coat.

Calm night, starry night, beautiful night. Run up all the sails, ply all the oars, and let the large boat and the small boat glide over gentle Gcnnesaret. But the sailors say there is going to be a change of weather. And even the passengers can hear the moaning of the storm as it comes on with long stride, with all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The large boat trembles like a deer at bay trembling among the clangor of the hounds great patches of foam are flung into the air the sails of the vessels loosen, and the sharp winds crack like pistois the smaller boats like petrels poise 011 the cliff of the waves and then plunge. Overboard go cargo, tackling and' masts, and the drenched disciples rush into the back part of the boat and lay hold of Christ and say unto Him, "Master, q^rest thou not that we perish?" That great personage lifts His head from the pillow of the fisherman's coat, walks to the front of the vessel and looks out into the storm. All around Him are the smaller, boats, driven in the tempest, and through it comes the cry of drowning men. By the Hash of the lightning I see the calm brow of Christ as the spray dropped from His beard. He has one word for the sky and another word for the waves. Looking upward he cries, "Peace!" Looking downward he says, "Be stilM"

The waves fall flat on their face, the foam melts, the extinguished stars relight their torches. The tempest falls dead and Christ stands with His foot on the neck of the storm. And while the saiiors are bailing out the boats and while they are trying to untangle the cordage the disciples stand in amazement, now looking' into the calm sea, then into the ca'm sky, then into the calm of the Savior's countenance, and they cry out, "What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey Him?"

The subject in the first pbee impresses me with the fact that it is very important to have Christ in the ship, for all those boats would have gone to the bottom of Gennesaret if Christ had not been present. Oh, what a lesson for you and for me to learn! Whatever voyage we undertake, into whatever enterprise we start, let us always have Christ in the ship. Many of you in these days of revived commerce are starting out in new financial enterprises. I bid you good cheer. Do all you can do. Do it on as high a plane as possible.' You have no right to be a colonel of a regiment if you can command a brigade. You have no right to be engineer of a boat on river banks or near the coast if you can take the ocean steamer from New York to Liverpool. All you can do, with utmost tension of body, mind and soul, you are bound to do but, oh, have Christ in every enterprise. Christ in every voyage, Christ in every ship!

But my subject also impresses me with the fact that when people start to lollow Christ they must not expect smooth sailing. These disciples got into the small boats, and I have r.o doubt they said: "What a beautiful day this is! What a smooth sea! What a bright I sky this is! How delightful is sailing in this boat, and as for the waves under I the keel of the br.ri why. they only made the motion 51' our little boat the more delightful." But when the winds swept down, and the sea was tossed into wrath, then they found that following Christ was no smooth sailing. So you have found it so I have found it.

My subject also impresses me with the I

fact that good people sometimes get very much-frightened. In the tones of those disciples as they rushed into the back part of the boat I find they are frightened almost to death. They say,

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ish They had 110 reason to be frightened, for Christ was in the boat. I suppose if we had been there we \vould have been just as much affrightened. Perhaps more.

In all ages very good people get very much affrighted. It is often so in our day, and men say: "Why, look at the bad lectures. Look at the spiritualistic societies. Look at the various errors going over the church of God. We arc going to founder. The, church is going to perish. She is going down." Oh, how many good people are affrightened by triumphant iniquity in our day, and think the church of Jesus Christ and the cause of righteousness are going to be overthrown, and are just as much affrighted as the disciples of my text were affrighted. Don't worry, don't fret, as though iniquity were going to triumph over righteousness.

A lion goes into a cavcrn to sleep. He lies down, with his shaggy mane covering the paws. Meanwhile ,the spiders spin a web across the mouth of the cavern, and say, "We have captured him." Gossamer thread after gossamer thread is spun until the whole front of the cavern is covered with the spider's web, and the spiders say, "The lion is done the lion is fast." After awhile the lion has got through sleeping. He rouses himself, he-shakes his mane, he walks out into the sunlight, he docs not even know the spiders' web is spun, and with his voice he shakes the mountain.

So men come, spinning their sophistvies and skepticism about Jesus Christ. He seems to be sleeping. They say: "We have captured the Lord. He will never come forth again upon the nation. Christ is captured, and captured forever. His religion will never make any conquest among men." But after awhile the 'lion of the tribe of Judah" will rouse Himself and come forth to shake mightily the nations. What is a spider's web to the aroused lion? Give truth and error a fair grapple, and truth will come off victor.

But there are a great many good people who get affrighted in other respects. They are affrighted in our day about revivals. They say: "Oh, this is a strong religious gale. We are afraid the church of God is going to upset, and there are going to be a great many people brought into the church that are going to be of 110 use to it." And they arc affrighted whenever they see a revival taking hold of the churches.

As though a ship captain with 5,000 bushels of wheat for a cargo should say, some day, coming upon deck, "Throw overboard all the cargo," and the sailors should say: "Why, captain, what do you mean? Throw over all the cargo?" "Oh," says the captain, "we have a peck of chaff that has got into this 5,000 bushels of wheat, and the only wav to get rid of the chaff is to thro'w all the wheat overboard. "Now, that is a great deal wiser than the talk of a great many Christians who want to throw overboard all the thousands and tens of thousands of souls who have been brought in through great awakenings. Throw all overboard because there is a peck of chaff, a quart of chaff, a pint of chaff! I say, let themstay until the last day. The Lord will divide the chaff from the wheat.

Oh, that these gales 'front heaven might sweep through all our churches! Oh, for such days as Richard Baxter saw in F.ngland and Robert McCheyne saw in Dundee! Oh. for such days as Jonathan Edwards saw in Northampton! I have often heard my father tell of the fact that in the early part of this century a revival broke out in Somerville, N. J., and some people were verv much agitated about it. They said, "Oh, you are going to bring too many people into the church at once!" and they sent down to New Brunswick to get John Livingston to stop the revival. Well, there was 110 better soul in .all the world than John Livingston. He went up. He looked at the revival. They wanted him to stop it. He stood in the pulpit on the Sabbath day and looked over the solemn auditory, and he said: "This, brethren, is in reality the work of God. Beware how you try to stop it. And he was an old man, leaning heavily on his staff, a very old man. And he lifted that Staff and took hold of the small end of the staff and began to let it fall very slowly through, between the fingers and the thumb, and he said, "O thou impenitent, thou art falling away from peace and heaven, falling as certainly as that cane is falling through my hand—falling certainly, though perhaps falling slowly." And the canc kept 611 falling through John Livingston's hand. The religious emotion in the audience was overpowering and men saw a type of their doom as the cane kept falling and falling until the knob of the cane struck Mr. Livingston's hand, and he clasped it stoutly and said, "But the grace of God can stop you as I stopped that cane," and then there was gladness all through the house at the fact of pardon and peacc and salvation. "Well," said the people after the service, "I guess you had better send Livingston home. He is making the revival worse." Oh, for the gales from heaven and Christ on board the ship. The danger of the church of God is not in revivals.

Again, my subject impresses me with the fact that Jesus was God and man in the same being. Here he is in the back part of the boat. Oh. how tired he looks, what sad dreams he must have! Look at his countenance he must be thinking of the cross to come. Look at him, he is a man—bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep he is a man. But then I find Christ at the prow of the boat. I hear him say,

Peace, be still, and I see the storm kneeling at His feet, and the tempests folding their wings in His presence He is a God.

If I have sorrow and trouble and want sympathy I go and kneel down at the back part of the boat and say, "O Christ, weary one of Gennessaret, sympathize with all my sorrows, man of the cross." A man, a man. But if I want to conquer my spiritual foes, if I want to get the victory over sin, death and hell, I come to the front of the boat

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There is one storm into which we willl all have to run the moment when we let! go of this life and try to take hold ofl the next, when we will want all the I grace we can have. We will want it all Yonder I see a Christian soul rocking! on the surges of death. All the powers! of darkness seem let out ayainst that I soul—the swirling wave, the' thunder oi the sky, the screaming wind, all seem to unite together, but that soul is not troubled. Tlu-re is no sighing, there are no tears. Plenty of tears in the room I at the departure, but he weeps no tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful. All is well. Je-1 sus hushing the tempest! By the flash of the storm you see the harbor just ahead and you are making for that harbor. Strike eight bells. All is well. "Inio the harbor of heaven now we glide

We're home at last, home at last. Softly we drift on its bright, silv'ry tide. We're home at last, home at lust. Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er. We stand secure on the glorified shore. Glory to God, we will shout evermore.

We're home at last, home at last

Antidote for Poisons.

One of the first things to be done when it is suspected that poison has been taken into the stomach, is to give an emetic. A good emetic is one teaspoonful of salt mixed with one teaspoonful of mustard in a pint of warm, not hot, water. If the poison is known, use antidotes as follows:

For arsenic or white precipitate. Paris green and rat poison, give a prompt emetic, followed by a mixture of chalk and castor oil, until sesquioxide of iron can be obtained from the druggist.

For lead poisoning, corrosive sublimate. salpctre, white vitriol, blue vitriol, vermillion, a prompt emetic, followed by white of egg, and fresh milk, given freely.

For lye poisoning, give freely oi oil or warm lard and white of egg, followed by warm water and mustard, or ipecac.

Nitrate of silver, or lunar caustic, use moderately of strong solution of common salt and then give freely of fresh milk.

For strychnia and its salts, an cmetic, followed by tannic acid and chlorine. For carbolic .acid, olive or castor pi!, given freely.:' .: .'

For aniniflhia. Caustic soda, caustic pottash, give oil freely, and afterward give water with vinegar or lemon juice in it.

For opium, laudanum, morphine, aconite, belladonna, digitalis, a prompt emetic, followed by strong coffee cold aplication to shock the system. Lower the head to cause flow of blood to the brain keep in motion.

For eruptions caused by poison oak or ivy. the following prescription is most valuable. Have it filled at the druggist's R. Acid, carbolic, dram ol. sassafras and ol. juniper, dram each: ung. zinc oxide, (Ben7..) ounce. Apply externally two or four times daily.—Exchange. -vv "Wise Precaution. "And what is that especialiy large piece of fireworks?" asked the careful man's wife, as the inventory of Fourth of July material proceeded. "That?" he inquired, holding up something quite large and beginning to take off the wrapping paper. "Yes. Is it some new kind of skyrocket?" "No. It isn't anything in the pyrotechnic line. But it's the most important article in the whole collection." "Why," she exclaimed as he took the paper entirely off. "It's a telescope!" "Yes, and we'll never pass another Fourth without one. I got that so that Johnny can stand away off and see whether the fuse of a cannon firecracker has really gone out or not."—Washingtori Star,

The Key or Sheridan's Success. General Horace Porter, in his "Campaigning with Grant," in the September Century, says after describing the battle of Five Forks:

Sheridan had that day fought one of the most interesting tactical battles of the war, admirable in conception, brilin its incidents, and productive of extremely important results.

I said to him: "It seems to me that you have exposed yourself to-day in

manner hardly justifiable on the part of a commander of such an iniportan movement." His reply gave what seems to be the true key to his uniform success on the field: :"I have never in my J'1® taken a command into battle, and ha the slightest desire to come out aiiv* unless I won."