Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 March 1883 — Page 1

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THE MAID AND THE bsrOUSE. There was a maiden had a cat. She rather doted on the beast, But sold her love would be increased If she could only teach it that •Twas cruel, when for game it bid, To torture mice the way it did. * The cat and maid together sat One day in purring tete-a-tete, When in there walked »mouse, and great The shriek the maiden gave thereat, And ere her demon yawp did cease She fluttered to the mantel-piece. The mouse, at sound of maiden howl, Sustained a nervous shock and lit Into a paralytic fit Grimalkin fired off a yowl, And, too perturbed to think of play, Did smite the mouse's life away. With dying breath the stricken mite Exclaimed: “I thank thee, agile puss; This being scared to death is i wuss’ Than being killed with Sudden smite; I’d rather thus, in trice be slain Than hear that woman yell again !• Oh, maiden on the mantel -shelf! While palpitates thy heart, reflect, Did’st ever, ever yet suspect • Bow much more frightened than thyself This zoologic dot should be That drives thee thus to lunacy? Yonkert Gazette.

HER HEART’S DESIRE.

“I tell you, Jack, the farm is not your vocation. I become more apd more convinced of the fact every day, and less contented with the life we are leading.” Breakfast was over, and we stood on the farm-house portico, arm in arm. On the sill of the door sat baby, screaming with delight as she fed a pair of pet pigeons from her dimpled hands. Our breakfast had been a delightful one—coffee as clear as amber, bread like snow, and steak done to a turn. All about us was a green tangle of sweetbriar and honeysuckle; the sun was just rising above the cjistant hills and the morning air was fresh and sweet, and filled with exquisite woodland odors and musical with the songs of birds. We could catch a glimpse of the barn and poultry yards from where we stood, and hear the plaintive lowing of the kine, and the dream-like tinkle of their bells. I felt a vague sort of conviction that J ack had but little sympathy with my spirit of discontent, yet 1 was determined to carry my point if possible. “You are dissatisfied with your lot—l see that plainly, Nell,” said Jack, a trifle sadly. “Oh, nonsense,” I put in. “Not with my lot, nor with you, nor with the farm, Jack. lam tired to death with this prosy, humdrum life, and I hate to see you delving and toiling like a slave from one year’s end to another. You are born for sometliing better, Jack—something nobler and grander. Fancy a man of your abilities sowing grain, digging potatoes and raising stock to hia life’s end.” “But, my dear,” suggested Jack, “one must live and have bread and butter.” “To be sure, Jack; but why not earn it in a more genteel fashion?” “Honest labor is always genteel, Nell.” “Oh, pshaw! You misunderstood me, Jack I mean that you have capabilities for something better. You only cling to the old farm to please your father, when you could do a hundred-fold better elsewhere. And, besides, where is your society in this place, Jack ? What chances is there for our children as they grow up!” Jack laughed as he glanced down at baby, who was struggling furiously to get a pigeoh’s head into her mouth. “Ah, Nell, that is looking so far ahead,” he said; “and, my dear, you seem to forget that I have lived here all my life.” “No, no, I don’t forget, and, pray, what have you done, Jack ?” “Led an upright life and married you.” “But you didn’t pick me up among the clover blossoms. Jack; don’t forget that. You found me in town, and, Jack, dear, I’m sO anxious to get back to my native element. I’m tired of all this. You can get on ever so nicely in town, J ack; and there we can get into society.” “I am not over fond of society, Nell.” “Oh, but you should be for my sake, Jack. I’m fond of it. I hate to live like a hermit. Why, Jack, if we desired to give a little party to-morrow, we could not for lack of guests.” “Dear me, Nell, why I could muster scores.”

"Of a certain sort, yes, but I don’t want them, Jack, t I’m a little peculiar in my notions, i’want no society but the best; the—the—sort of society one Rets into in town.” "Fashionable society; Nell." “Well, then, why not? Ton have means, Jack, and I flatter myself that we are fitted to move in any circle. Why should we bury ourselves in this wilderness ?” “Our, means not are inexhaustible, Nell.” “I’m aware of that, Jack, but we’ve enough for the start, and Vanborough offers you a good place in the bank.” “At a limited salary, Nell.” “Oh, yes, but you can work your way up, Jack—right up to the topmost round of the ladder. Do let’s go, Jack! I’ve lived here to please you ever since our marriage. I think you can afford to please me a little now.” Jack sighed as he looked out upon the ripening grain-fields, but he drew me close to his heart and kissed me. "That’s true,” he said; “you-can’t be expected to care for the farm as I do. Nell, I promised to make you happy when you consented to become my wife, and I’ll try to keep my work. You shall have youi- own way, Nell.” The continuous dropping of water wears away ‘the solid, stones. I had conquered my husband at last and the desire of my heart was about to be accomplished. When Jack-once made up his mind to do a thing he did it with all his might. The matter was soon settled. Cherrp Hill, as we called the farm, was sold at a great sacrifice, and one sunny morning we turned our backs upon the breezy down and golden grain-fields and journeyed cityward. “I’m afraid you’ve made a great mistake,” said Jack’s father, as he bade us good-bye, “vou’d better .have stuck to the farm. Yon remember the old saying about rolling stones-” “I don’t believe in old saving, sir,” I answered loftily, “and I think I can apSreciate my husband’s ability better jan any one else can.” “ All Tight; hope you won’t find yourself mistaken,my dear. Good-bye to both of you. Whatever you do, care well for the little one. I’m afraid she won’t like the change. If you happen to tire of the town and fashion, don’t forget that a welcome awaits you at hxne.” Jack’s heart was too full for utterance. “Thank you, sir,” I said; “but we shall not get tired.” . Our new home in town was a stylish residence in a fashionable street. We

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established ourselves in the principal hotel, and then set about furnishing the house. “My dear child,” said Mrs. Vanborough, the banker’s wife, dropping in for an early call, “don’t dream of such a thing as ingrain carpet. Get brussels by all means; good English brussels. You’ll find it much cheaper in the end, and besides its much more stylish.” We hearkened to our friend’s advice, and the cost ran up into hundreds. Then furniture was got to match. Mrs. Vsnborough and several other friends aiding us in our selection, and all sorts of pretty costly bric-a-brac, real lace curtains, and a new piano. My old instrument was too plain and clumsy for the new establishment.

There is a sort of curious excitement in spending money,, which seems to drive the most sober and economizing people desperate when they once get at it. Jack had always been of the most careful of men, counting the cost of everything as he went ana saving every stray penny. Once in the vortex of town life his prudence was speedily changed into a sort of recklessness. After the first few days, and by the time our new house was ready to receive us, he actually seemed to delight in seeing his money go. “We’ve got snug quarters here, Nell, by George!” he said, looking through the extravagantly-furnished rooms with admiring pride.. “No one in town can outshine us, not even Vanborough himself, I’ll admit, hut what does that signify? What good comes of having money unless one enjoyes it?” “We must try and save a little now, Jack, since we are fixed up so nicely,” I said, feeling somewhat terrified at his growing recklessness.

“Pshaw, cntld ? Who ever heard of a banker’s clerk saving anything? If we make both ends meet, it will be more than I look for.” “My dear,” said Mrs. Vanborough, when we were pleasantly situated in our handsome house and had hired a couple of servants, “I suppose you will want to give some kind of a party now? It is customary, you know. Suppose you let it be an informal reception, with cards and coffee for the old people, and ices and fruits and dancing for the young ones. That would do nicely. You can throw your parlors into one, and the new carpets will not get much injured. I’ll help you to order your refreshments, and Cecelia will write out you invitations for you. She is an excellent judge of whom it is expedient to invite.” I mentioned the matter to Jack when he came home, and he entered into the spirit of the affair with great excitement. "To be sure, little have a party by all means. When one is in Borne one must do as the Romans do, you know. Don’t spare expense, either, my dear; we must make as good a show as other people. And I shall takefupon myself to order your costume. I want you to look as grand as a little empress.” “But, Jack,” I suggested timidly, “we are spending a great deal of money * “Oh, well, never mind. It will go somehow, one way or another, and we might as well enjoy it. You’ve always wanted to get into good society, Nell, and you’re fairly in now, and it won’t do to let people see that you are cramped for money. Let’s make the most of it while we’ve got it.” My heart ached a little, and in the midst of all the flare and flutter of preparation I was conscious of a vague feeling of regret whenever I recalled the quiet moments of my early wifehood I spent at Cherry Hill. Jack had seemed to take as much pleasure in life’s frivolities as I did. With a foolish inconsistency of my sex, I sat down and cried over the consummation of the very hopes which I had cherished so long. But despite my fears, the reception came on, and it turned ont to be a great success. The best people in town honored us with their presence, and everything, thanks to Mrs. Vanborough’s foresight, was carried on in the most lavish and ekgant manner. “By George,” said Jack, “this sort of thing is jollier than the old farm. I see now, little wife, that you are right.” I would ten times rather he should have upbraided and blamed me for what I had done. The winter that followed was exceedingly gay. We are invited everywhere, and our house was constantly filled with guests, balls, soirees, kettledrums aud the opera seemed to embrace every hour. Jack and I seldom had a quiet moment together, yet he seemed to enjoy it with his whole heart. When spring came our last surplus dollar had been expended and we dependent on Jack's monthly salary. The warm weather soon came on and baby soon fell ill. I hoped day by day that Jack would say something about going back to his father’s for the summer, but he didn’t even hint at such a thing. The days grew longer and warmer. The sun shone down with pitiless splendor and the paved streets seemed like heated brass. Our fashionable friends fluttered Off like summer swallows and we were left almost alone.

“Couldn’t you manage to make a little trip to the seashore,my dear?” Miss. Vaborough had suggested, and Jack caught at the idea with eagerness. “We might, Nell; I think we can. I’ll 4ry and borrow a few hundred somewhere.” “Oh, Jack, no, no!” I sobbed eut in my remorse and despair. “I won’t go to the seashore. You see how ill baby is. Oh, Jack, ask your father to let us return home.” Oh, you wouldn’t be satisfied, Nell, if we went back. It’s a dreadful stupid down there these days with the haymaking and reaping, and all that sort of thing, we would never be able to endure it there now.” I said no more. The long, bright, burning days wore on, and our bills ran up higher, and baby’s little breath seemed to grow weaker and weaker, and poor Jack himself seemed to look dreadful ill and worn. And one afternoon he was sent home in a carriage, quite uriconscious, stricken down by a sudden fever. I put my pride aside then, and wrote a letter to Jack’s father. “Jack and the baby are both ill,” I said, “and we are sick and tired of life. Pray forgive us and let us come horns.” The next day the dear old gentleman arrived, but the Sheriff was before him, Jack having confessed judgment in a lawsuit. The rumor that we had intended to leave town got out, and our creditors rushed in anxious to secure the lion’s share of our effects. The Brussels carpets, the handsome furniture and the costly bric-a-brac, all went under the hammer at disastrously low figures. “Never mind,” said my father-in-law, not a shadow of reproach on his kind old face, “let them squabble over it if they will. We must get the sick ones home.” So»we got Jack into the carriage, and,

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with his poor hot head upon my knee and baby in my arms, I turned my back upon the scene of short-lived triumph. “We are going back to Cherry Hill,” said the old gentleman, as in the dusk of the golden day we drove through the dewv stillness of the sheltered lane. “the old home has been waiting for you all these months. I was pretty sure you would come back*” I could not utter one word in answer. A great full moon was rising above the distant hills as we reached the house. Not the smallest thing was changed. The great red roses bloomed on the terrace, the bees droned in their hives, and the cattle-bells tingled in the barnyard. The door was wide open. We carried Jack in, and laid him down in the broad, breezy room that had been our bridal chamber. He opened his eyes and drew a deep, quivering breath as the refreshing breeze touched his throbbing head. “Nell, where are you ?” he said. “Surely this must be home.” “I am here, Jack,” I answered through my tears; “and this is home, dear—old Cnerry Hill.” “Thank God!”he murmured, and fell back upon the piMows, and 1 saw great tears trickb’ng slowly from beneath his closed eyelids. Beyond the open window, in the silvery glory of the rising moon, the old grandfather sat, with baby at his feet, half hidden in the rank, cool grass, and even at that hour the pigeons came fluttering around her as of old, and she screamed with rapture as she clutched at them with her thin little hand.

I rose softly and fell on my knees beside Jack’s low pillow. “Oh, Jack,” I sobbed, “I have been so wicked. Forgive me! lam so glad to be at home again.” His worn face grew radiant and his dear arms held me close. And then and there, clasped to my husband’s heart, in the sweet shelter of the home he loved, I understood all the past. “You didn’t mean it, Jack,” I whispered. “You only pretended to enjoy it all to please me.” He smiled at me with his grave, fond eyes. “And, oh,-Jack, our money is all gone, and -.” He silenced her with a kiss. “No matter, little woman; the lesson we have learned has Ibeen cheaply bought. We shall not care to leave the safe old nest in search of fashion and society again.” I could not answer. I heard my baby cooing to the pigeons in the grass, and sat there, clasped in Jack’s forgiving arms, the happiest woman the round world held,

Everybody Crazy.

Dr. Ball, in a lecture before the Paris Faculty of Medicine, argued that the number of persons perfectly reasonable on all points throughout the entire period of their existence form but a minority of mankind. The world abounds with people, he tells us, whom a strict scientific diagnosis would condemn as mad, or more or less “touched;” yet at no time of their life would it be permissible to put them under restraint. And the lecturer gave numerous instances of what he calls “the tyranny of a fixed idea” among persons ordinarily rational and supposed to have full control of their faculties. One sufferer, he says, feels an unctuous sensation all over his body, and takes it into his head that he has been dir ped in grease. Another, a studious, intelhgent young man, is obliged to give up reading altogether, because each time he turns over a page he imagines he has skipped a leaf. Back he is obliged to go again, again the fancy returns, and so he never makes progress. Dr. Cabade had once a patient whom he described as an excellent man of business, who nevertheless found himself free from the slightest physical weakness, to perform some Of the simplest acts of daily life. He could not cross the threshold of his door without being pushed from behind. He could not rise from his chair without calling for help. In the street his progress was liable to be stopped at any moment by some imaginary obstacle, wliich no effort of the will would enable him to cross. Every one numbers among his acquaintances some one who never tires of talking of the imaginary ailments from which he is suffering. Many a medical student has been driven half crazy from fancying that he had himself the symptoms of the different diseases which his books described. Perfectly sane people sufferffrom hallucinations of one sort or other. Lelorgnede Savigny was afflicted with visual hallucination, which was of so painful a character that he at last shut himself in a dark room and passed the remainder of his days there, having failed of obtaining relief in any othel way.

The Red Man’s Eloquence.

The writer, some years ago, in the Northwest, heard a young Indian chief make a speech before a Government commission and army officers which fairly deserved to be classed among eloquent speeches. He was a splendidly formed Indian, with large, muscular limbs, an unusually fine head and expressive eye. He was dressed in all the paraphernalia of savage taste. He was painted with rich, bright colors, laid on without stint, and when he rose to speak he looked, in purposeful energy, like an athlete about to enter upon a hard contest in the stadium, with his veins standing out like cords and his lips compressed. He pleaded against the removal of his tribe to some other reservation, and his heart was in his words. He was in earnest. He meant everything he said, and there were bursts of eloquence which would have electrified members, lobbies and galleries of the House at Washington had they emanated from a Congressman. The Indian’s eloquence was all the more effective because it was spontaneous. His eloquence and his rhetoric, impassioned both, we re forest born. It was oratory in voice and gesture, not garrulity like that which obtains too often at Washington.— New Orleans Times-Democrat.

Cold Feet.

Don’t go to bed with cold feet; better still, don’t go about your daily work with cold feet, if you can’t help it. It is the cause of many of the “ills that flesh is heir to.” If sitting quietly in the house and your Let are cold, take off the shoes and give the feet a good warming by the fire. On no account ever retire with cold feet. If you do, you will be apt to experience the cramp or the nightmare. Warm feet prevent cold and headache, and promote sound •and refreshing sleep. Look to the children’s feet. Many a croup and cough is due to wet and cold feet in winter. Frequent foot-baths in warm water are a necessity in .winter. Remove the cause of cold feet and you prevent the trouble.

RENSSELAER, JASPER COUNTY, INDIANA, FRIDAY, MARCH 30,1883.

FARM NOYES.

An Eastern paper says stumps caa be removed by boring holes in them and filling with petroleum or oil of tuurpentine. After a few months they will burn to the ends of the roots. It is estimated .that there are 100,000 acres to be devoted to vine culture in California, all of which will be bearing in four years more, producing annually 40,000,000 to 50,000,000 gallons of wine. D. K. Shaver, in a letter to the lowa Homestead, says that a simple, sure and easily-applied cute for lice on animals is to give a few slices of on ; on in their feed. They eat them readily, and one or two feeds does the business effectually. z , A writer in the Home and Farm used about a quart of sawdust in each hill of one plot of potatoes and none in another plot. The sawdust hills yielded nearly twice as much as the others, and the potatoes were larger and smoother. During his travels in Europe, Prof. Budd, of the lowa Agricultural College, found a vast fruit region in Northern Russia, never before explored, where the mercury sinks to 56 deg. below zero, in wnich choice apples, pears, plums and cherries were grown in unlimited quantities. A correspondent of the Prairie Farmer writes that he has tried flat and hill culture for cucumbers, squashes and melons. When hot, dry weather came the plants in the hills began to dry up, while those onrtevel ground grew freely. He thinks flat cultivation decidedly the best, unless on wet ground. Dusting cucumber, melon and squash plants with plaster early in the morning, when the dew is on, has long been practised for checking the ravages ol the striped bug. A tittle Paris green or London purple, however, either applied in water or mixed with the plaster, is a much more effective application. If cabbages are set out one yard each way nearly 5,000 can be grown on one acre. Such being the case, it is a profitable crop when successfully grown, as this vegetable not only sells well, but on account of its keeping qualities affords green food in winter for animals and poultry, to say nothing of the family. American Wonder is a seedling pea, the result of a cross between the Champion of England and the Little Gem It is one of the earliest wrinkled peat in cultivation, of the finest quality and wonderfully productive. Its great distinctive feature, however, is its compact and dwarf growth, seldom exceeding ten inches in height. Prof. Cook says that a carbolic soap wash has with him proved a very effectual preventive of radish maggots and apple-tree borers. His formula is as follows: To two quarts of soft soap I added two gallons of water; this was then heated to a boiling temperature, when one pint of carbolic acid (in a crude state) was added. This mixture is then set away in a barrel or other vessel, and is ready for use as occasion may require. One part of this liquid is then mixed with fifty parts of water and the plants sprinkled or trees washed with it. This is worth remembering.

To make superphosphate on the premises the following recipe is given as excellent, and within the range of almost every farmer; - Take 100 pounds of ground bone, place it in a large tub and apply forty pounds of sulphuric acid, adding water as desired. In a few days the whole mass will be reduced to the cons stency of a thick jelly. Then add more water and about 300 pounds of plaster as a drier, the whole being worked and shoveled over until it can be readily handled. There will then be sufficient phosphate to apply to about two and one-half acres of land, at a cost of about $7.50. — Maryland Farmer. Cattle Feeding.—Most animals eat in proportion to their weight, under average of age, temperature and fatness. A good guide for a safe quantity of grain per day to maturing cattle is one pound to each hundred of their weight; thus an animal weighing 1,000 pounds may receive ten pounds of grain. Never give rapid changes of food, but change often. Give fattening cattle as much as they will eat and often—five times a day. Every salt feeding in the fall will make the winter progress more certain by 30 per cent. Give as much water and salt at all times as they will take. In using roots, it is one gixide to give just so much, in association with other things, that the animal may not take any water. In buildings have warmth with complete ventilation, without currents, but never under 40 or over 70 degrees Fahreinheit. A cold, damp, airy temperature will cause animals to consume more food without corresponding result in bone, muscle, flesh or fat, much being used to keep up the warmth. Stall feeding is better for fat making than box or yard management, irrespective of health. The growing animal intended for beef requires a little exercise daily to promote muscle and strength of constitution; when ripe, only so much as to be able to walk to market. Currying daily is equal to 7 per cent, of the increase.

I have had an average of sixty Plymouth Kock fowls that have laid in six months’ time 5,668 eggs, an average of ninety-four eggs per hen, and nineteen of them were set during the time. They have never been out of their pens since I put them in in November, and they never -wait until they go to the block to have their heads off. They are divided into flocks of twenty, each flock having 100 square feet of yard room. I have had flocks of twenty and had free range, but never could get so high an average as when kept yarded in flocks of twenty. The cost of keeping was less, and the number of eggs much less, when they had their liberty. I cannot give the cost of keeping, as 185 chickens were fed from the same grain bins. My flock has consisted of just fifty hens in July, and’ they have laid 910 eggs during the month, which I think is good evidence that confinement agrees with them. They are provided with all the green food they can eat, and are given a few ground beef scraps daily, but never any milk. The chickens hatched by the nineteen hens were divided among thirteen hens, nine of which began laying when the chickens were three weeks old, and weaned them , a few days later, evidently thinking it was better business to help fill the egg basket than brooding young chickens. As I manage my laying liens, it makes me a good deal of hard work, but the profit is large, which suits me better tha i little work and little pay.—dor. Poultry Monthly.

DOMESTIC RECIPES.

Veal Steaks.—Veal steaks, in order to be palatable, must be cooked thoroughly, no matter how much haste the cook is in; this should never be sent to the table till it is nicely browned, edges and all. Salt and butter and a decided sprinkling of black pepper are also necessary. Turkey Soup. Take the turkey bones and boil three-quarters of an hour in water enough to cover them; add a tittle summer savory and celery chopped fine. Just before serving thicken with a little flour (browned) and season with pepper, salt and a small piece of butter. Spanish Charlotte. —Place crumbs of stale cake or rolled crackers on the bottom of a pudding-dish, and put a layer of any kind of jelly or fruit over them. Continue them alternately until the dish is nearly full, making the crumbs form the tip. Pour a custard over it and bake. Serve with sauce. Puffs for Dessert.—Take one pint of milk and cream, the white of four eggs beaten to a stiff froth, one heaping cup of sifted flour, one scant cup of powdered sugar; add a tittle grated lemon peel and a tittle salt; beat these all together till very tight, bake in gem pans, sift pulverized sugar over them and eat with sauce flavored with lemons.

Fried Smelts.—Wash, cut off the fins, and dry with a cloth; melt a spoonful of butter and in|o it stir the beaten yelks of two eggs; salt and pepper the smelts a little, dip into the egg and butter, roll in grated bread crumbs and plunge into boiling fat; fry until of a bright yellow-brown; serve upon a napkin, garnished with fried potatoes. Lemon-Custard Pie.—Grate the rind of one lemon, squeeze the juice into one and one-half cups of sugar, butter the size of an egg, one tablespoonful of flour and the yelks of four eggs; stir all together as for cake, and pour over it one pint of boiling milk; beat the whites separately and stir in after it has cooled a little; then bake in a crust as you would a custard pie. Orange and Apple Pie.—Cover a tin pie-plate with puff pastry and place a layer of sliced oranges, with the pips removed, on it, and scatter sugar over them. Then put a layer of sliced apples, with sugar, and cover with slices of oranges and sugar. Put an upper crust of nice pastry over the pie, and bake it for half an hour, or until the apples are perfectly soft. Take the pie from the tin plate while it is warm-, put into a china plate and scatter sugar over the top. Chicken Soup.—Boil a pair of chickens with great care, skimming constantly and keeping them covered with water. When tender, take out the cliicken and remove the bone. Put a large lump of butter into a spider, dredge the chicken-meat well with flour and lay in the hot pan; fry a nice brown and keep hot and dry. 'Take a pint of the chicken water, and stir in two large spoonfuls of curry powder, two of butter and one of flour, one teaspoonful of salt and a little cayenne; stir until smooth, then mix it with the broth in the pot. When well mixed, simmer five minutes, then add the browned chicken. Serve with rice. Mush.—For one gallon of water use a table-spoonful of salt and two and onehalf or three pints of sifted corn-meal; into the boiling water stir a small handful of the meal, letting it sift. through the fingers to avoid 1 mps, and letting it boil after each handful. Let it boil briskly for at least ten minutes, stirring constantly, or setting it where it will cook more slowly; cover closely, and cook for one, two or three hours, as you please, stirring occasionally. Eat warm with milk, with butter, or butter and Sugar. Fry slices of mush to a nice brown in good pork gravy for breakfast. For supper boil some sweet milk, into which put cold mush cut into bits two inches square, more or less, and leave it over the fire just long enough to heat it through. Add some pepper.

Facts of Memory.

Sundry men, gifted with a tenacious verbal memory, have performed wonderful feats. Learned Rabbis have been known to repeat the whole of the Hebrew Scriptures, word for word. A French Marquis made a hand-book of France from recollection, in which he described every chateau in the kingdom. Cardinal Mezzofanti, the wonder among mere linguists, could remember entire dictionaries and grammars. A Roman priest used to amuse his friends by an extraordinary feat of memory. Allowing them to designate any line of an Italian poet, he would begin with it and recite 100 lines, backward or forward, according to the wish of his listeners. A Scottish clergyman, it is said, could repeat every word of the Scriptures of the Old and New Testament quoted in the writings of the Greek and Latin Fathers. His friends used to say that, if every copy of the Bible in the world was destroyed, he would be able to reproduce the entire Scriptures from his memory. Prescott, the historian, tells an anecdote of how Macaulay was caught tripping, cne day, in a line of “Paradise Lost.” In a few days he came back with the poem in his hand, saying, as he offered it to the gentleman who had caught him, “I do not think that you will catch me in the Paradise again”— and they did not. The late Dr. Addison Alexander, of Princeton Theological Seminary, had a wonderful memory. It was not only tenacious of words and facts, but, as often as he willed it, would summon into his mind all of his past experiences and knowledge. For the amusement of the young folks, he would sometimes say, “Nowl am going to talk without thinking.” Then he would pour out period after period of strange words and incongruous images, harmonious and even rhythmical in sound, but wholly destitute of sense. If any one thinks this an easy feat, let him try to suspend his reason and give a free rein to his fancy in periods which shall be grammatically correct and yet destitute of meaning. It might made an exercise in the mere verbal use of words. Another of his surprising feats was to submit himself to examination and tell, off-hand, where he was and what he was doing on any day of any year the examiner chose to name. He would ■ submit himself to be catechized about the Kings and Queens of ancient and modern Europe, and tell the name of any sovereign, with the dates of his birth, coronation and death, and his chief exploits. New York city nas 3,000 teachers in

THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND.

An Aidfictal and Cumbersome Establishment Standinc Upon By-Gone Agee. The different Nonconformist churches, the Salvation Army and other religious movements are having ft great influence in England. The signs of the times indicate that the day is not distant when church and state will be disassociated in that country. The London Mail sounds the following warning to the Church of England: “There is no church, there is no government, there is no institution in the world that so tittle adapts its means to its ends, its resources to work, its men to its positions, as the Church of England. The fact s proved, the want supplied and the evil mitigated by the surrounding atmosphere of nonconformity, everywhere pressing in to fill the void. Always and everywhere there are to be found those who will reap a harvest of souls wherever it may offer itself. The kingdom of grace has a spontaneous development, which ever supplies the shortcomings of human government and administration. No Bishop, however exalted, no theologian, however narrow or however Quixotic, can deny, even upon his own theories, a divine origin and order to the self-denying zeal of the men who do their best, by the simplest means at hand, to raise the surrounding tone of morality and religion, to rebuke vice and to encourage the virtues that all alike recognize, even if they practice them not. The good work to be done is as plain and universal as the sun in the heavens. The school and the field of true faith is all the world, and knows no demarkations or irohibitions. An artificial and cumbersome establishment, standing upon by-gone ages, and inheriting innumerable anomalies, hindrances and scandals, may be too sacred a thing to be rudely handled. But it cannot cover the ground nor reap the harvest. Part—indeed, the greater part—must be left to those who, if less privileged, are less trammeled, and who have the power, not of authority, but of freedom. In such a case there must be some jarring, some antagonism. How shall it be cured? How shall the established church acquire for itself that full liberty of action which it sees continually employed against it? It must condescend to gatlier all the lessons it can from the organizations and tactics of those whom it only too naturally regards as its rivals, if not foes. How do they get possession of the ground ? How do they advance everywhere, and hold the ground they win ? They do it by the use of common sense. That is what the Church of England will have to submit to. The ministry—that is, the entire system of employment in the service of the Church of England, will have to be adapted to the work everywhere to be done, unless the church is to find itself one day the shadow of a great name.

The Typical Ball-Pitcher. The following description of an amateur pitcher will be found rather entertaining and cannot fail to recall to thousands of players precisely similar characteristics : The pitcher is, as usual, the object of the most interest. He is approached in apparent importance only by a big-chested Drum-Major or the driver of a four-in-hand. The lordly air that the pitcher exhibits is at once impressive and instructive. After the o her men are crouched about the field, with their bands on their knees and their eyes riveted on home, the pitcher, with his hat very much over his eyes and his thumb in his belt, moves forth to his post before the bat. Once there, he gazes earnestly at the western sky and gently twirls his finger, assuming an air of total indifference to all save the sunset. Meanwhile the batter stands poised with legs apart, his lipe compressed, and his eyes resting uneasily on the indifferent-looking pitcher, while he swings his bat warily. After a tantalizing wait the pitcher turns his eyes casually toward the expectant batter, backed by the anxious catcher and the vigilant umpire, and after gazing at them as though they were beings from another planet he wearily turns away and casually draws up his stocking or resumes his inspection of the western sky. Then like a flash he draws back his arm, and, with a twist that nearly lifts him from the ground, sends the ball rushing toward the batter like a bullet from a gun. Sometimes the catcher takes the ball. Sometimes he allows it to whirl by him, and almost imbed itself m the fence at his back. Then he gently tosses it to the pitcher, and the play goes on again. The balla sent in are often cruel, and it is a very expert batter who can get one away from the diamond. When the batter is hit by the ball, the pitcher always runs up kindly and apologizes with great good-fellowship, while the ladies wave their handkerchiefs and look sympathetic. ~ ■

A Mother Killed by Sudden Joy.

Joy is said sometimes to kill outright, though such cases are extremely rare. A perfectly authentic and quite recent instance of such an occurrence may be •worth recording. A certain Mme. Laroche, who kept a little mercer’s shop in the Rue Oberkampf, in Paris, had a son who, when his turn came for conscription, unfortunately drew a “bad number,” and had to go as a marine to Saigon. There he remained several months. He was then transferred to Gaudeloupe; but the letter in which he announced the fact to his mother never reached her. She continued writing to and, as her letters received no reply, she fell into a state of utter despair, and concluded that her son was dead. Last Monday evening, however, the young nan, having leave to return to France, unexpectedly' presented himself in his mother’s shop and threw himself into his mother’s arms. The poor woman, stupefied at liis sudden apparition, uttered a cry of joy, when all at once she reded and fell dead to the floor.— St. James Gazette.

Hints to Inventors.

A conveyance of “all my right, title and interest in and to” a patent, though properly recorded, does not include the right for two counties covered by a prior conveyance, although the prior conveyance was not recorded in -the Patent Office. 1 In an infringement case, where the defense was that the defendant’s machine was purchased of another person who had settled with the patentee therefor, and the proof failed to show that the defendants purchased before the date of settlement, held, that the use by the defendants of such apparatus is an infringement. In reducing his patent to practical application, a patentee is not he'd to strictly and entirely follow the mechanical device shown in bis draw-

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ings, but he may deviate so long as he does not violate the principle involved in his patent In a case of infringement where the defendants used the combination that gave a peculiar value to the plaintiffs’ patent, they are chargeable with damages iu respect to the entire patent The measure of damages for infringement of a patent is the profits that the plaintiffs would have made on the sales of the patented article had they supplied the customers to whom the defendants sold such article. In estimating the amount of such profits, the cost of manufacture and sale should be deducted, and, on sales of a large amount, clerk’s hire, storage, freight, etc., should be considered as part of such cost; but, when these expenses would make only a trifling difference, they need not be taken into account. Decisions of the courts operate upon all cases alike from the tune they are rendered, while rules of practice should only be applied to cases filed after their adoption.

HUMOR.

Who is the most finished orator? asks a correspondent. Well, Demoathens has been finished about as long as any of them. Cossagnao, the French editor, has fought one hundred and ten duels. He has, therefore, run about as much risk as a man who has played three games of base-ball. A Chattanooga darkey, who was one of a jury which failed to oonvict for want of evidence, explained to his brethren that the culprit was on s’picion.” The moralist says: "Every man is* occasionally what he ought to be perpetually. Then, again, some men are .perpetually what they ought to be only occasionally." “In choosing a wife,” says an exchange, “be governed by her chin.” The worst of it is that after choosing a wife one is apt to keep on being governed in the same way. Two little girls were comparing progress in catechism study: “I have got to original sin," said one. “How far have you got?” “Oh, I'm beyond redemption,” said the other. A Chinaman never swears when he gets mad, because there are no “cuss words” in his dictionary. He simply upsets his washtub, butts the bottom out, kicks a dog, and feels better. “No, sir,” said the man, “you needn’t tell me a woman ever had her dress pocket picked. I know I’ve tried for two hours to find the pocket of one of my wife’s dresses and had to give it up.” “Can any of you children tell me why Adam fell?” asked an Austin Sundayschool teacher. Only one raised his hand. “Well, now, Johnny, what was the cause of Adam’s fall?” “A banana peel,” guessed Johnny.— Texas Siftings. A poem at this office beginning, “The evening dew is falling fast,” is subject to the order of the author. We are aware that the “evening dew is falling fast”—there are about ninety-five days due on a note we have in bank.—Middletown Transcript. Swinebubne sings: “ I hid my head in a nest of roses.” Did you, Algernon, did you ? That was wise in you to hide it among the roses. Now, if you had covered it up in a nest of cabbages, when you come to pick it out again you could not have told for the life of you which head was yours. Stick to the roses, old boy, every time. A. hollow mockery. Spillkins brought home some some Swiss cheese, from an Austin grocer, which is full of holes. He partook of it very liberally, but when he complained, a few days afterwards, of a feeling of emptiness, little Johnny, who is one of the smartest boys in Austin, spoke up and said: “I know what makes you feel empty, pa. Its them big holes in the cheese you ate the other day.”

A young society man, Busset Gilham by name, is under the mistaken impression that he is an actor, and he has been recitiitg Shakespeare to a few chosen friends, with a view to perfecting himself for the stage. Wishing to obtain the candid opinion of a perfectly unprejudiced person, he recited, with wonderful facial contortions, that speech in which Macduff is advised to keep on laying, to Gilhooly. After he had got through raving, he asked Gilhoolly if he did not think he was almost ready for the stage. Gilhooly thought over the matter, and finally said: “Yes, I think you might drive a stage, but you will never do for a barber, you cut too many faces.”— Texas Siftings. To woman there is a lurid fascination in shopping that no man’s imagination can comprehend. Take the concentrated essence of- enjoyment a man gets out of smoking, chewing, base-ball, pool, poker and churdh socials, and you don’t begin to size up the unction of a healthy young wife turned loose on State street with a fifty-dollar note in her pocket. She’s in for a regular bender—a wild dissipation of ruffles, lace and things—-and she flutters around from counter to counter in a thrilling ecstacy of pricing cottons and matching colors. The blissful dream is over some time. Then, with a sigh, she releases her last nickel which she has tied up in the corner of her pocket handkerchief to pay for her car fare, and she hurries home, her head aching fit to split, her swollen feet bursting the narrow bounds of her number, four Balbrigans, and her heart cold with a racking fear that Jones’ young man will change those checked hose for some of inferior quality, or that the sweet thing in fall prints won’t wash after all.— Check.

The Dismal Swamp.

A recent visitor to the Dismal Swamp in Virginia found it much reduced in extent compared to what it was twenty vears ago. It now contains some of the best farming land in the State. A railroad runs across it, and it is on its way to final extinction. The drainage of Lake Drummond, a central body of water lying higher than the average level of the swamp, would make the whole area fertile. This is a project ©f Governor Benjamin F. Butler, who once had surveys made, but at length abandoned it. The great industry of the swamp is lumbering. It is penetrated by small ditches in connection with larger canals, and by rude-tram-roads, over which the logs are rolled to be sawed up into shingles, railroad ties and fencing/ The lake iteelf, however, with its almost impenetrable fringe of cypress and its protecting roots and broken stumps, is quite as dismal as ever,

THE DEMOCRATIC SENTINEL ■ OTO JOB HUNTING OFFICE Has better fodUtiee than any office in Northwestern Indiana for the execution of all branches of aro33 yniNTXNO. MT PROMPTNESS A SPECIALTY. Anything, from a Dodger to a Price-List, or from a Pamphlet to a Poster, black or colored, plain or fancy Sargatiafaction gnarnnteed. -

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

The farmers of Wells aad Adams counties will put in miles of tiling this spring. Cbawtobosviixe people are going wild on mining, and are largely Investing in mining stocks The young ladies of DePauw College will soon commence the publication of a college journal. The Commissioners of Washington county have decided to erect a new Jail at a cost of |26,000l A new gas company is being organised in Fort Wayne to manufacture gas by the Holmes process. The semi-annual meeting of the Northern Indiana Editorial Association occurs at Fort Wayne in May. The new Board of Directors of the Southern Prison has just organized. Dr. Hunter was elected President and Dr. Norval Secretary. New Albany will not make any more demands for relief to the State authorities, as the funds on hand already will be sufficient for all purposes. A SKMi wiKKLi mail route has been established between Barren, Harrison county, via Hancock’s Chapel, to Fredericksburg, Washington county. Mbs. McFadden, residing near Scottsburg, undertook to adjust a pulley connected with a well, when she lost-her balance, fell into the well and was drowned Elbebt A Bro. ’b stave and barrel factory at Laconia, Harrison county, burned a few nights ago, involving a loss of 14,009, upon which there was 11,400 insurance. Mbs Henry 8. Lane had made, while in Jerusalem, a large cross of oil v 8 wood, which she intends to present to the Methodist church of Crawfordsville, on her return. A son of John L Miller, of Lafayette, assaulted John 8. Williams, of the Sunday Timet, because of certain reflections of that journal on his father touching the GougarMandler case. News comes from Fairview, Switzerland county, that, during a quarrel at Morton’s school-house, William Holbert, after being twice knocked down by John Morrison, shot and killed him.

Dr Thaddbus Stbvbns, Secretary of the Indiana Board of Health, was ’ dismissed a few days ago, and his successor, Dr. E. H. Hawn, chosen. Stevens protests, and says he will not surrender his office. John a Carson, an engineer on the Ohio and Mississippi railway, died last week nt Vincennes Mr. Carson was injured in an accident, from the effects of which lockjaw supervened, terminating in death. By a resolution of the Genefcl Assembly, the Secretary of Stale was directed to have published, for immediate distribution to the counties, 10,000 copies each of the Rood law, the Dog law, the Drainage or Ditch law and the Decedents’ Estate act. Wabash has contracted for three Jenny electric Rights, in addition to the Brush light now in use. These lights are tn be used in the eastern, western and central parts of the town, and each one will have a brilliancy of 12,000 candle power. Probably the oldest native-born citizen of Floyd county is Harvey Taylor. He was born in 1809, and has continued to reside in the county since that time, and now lives upon the farm on which he was born, in Greenville township, near the Georgetown line. An attempt was made the other night to burn South Hall, one of the largest of the Wabash College buildings The stairway was drenched with coal-oil, but the fire wa» put out before it made any headway. An herbarium of 40,000 specimens was in the building. It is proposed to levee Jeffersonville against all future floods, both on the city front and on the west side, along the line of the New Albany branch of the J., M.AL railroad. It is believed that by co-operating with manufacturers and the railroad company the work can be done for *IO,OOO. Miss Emma Shoas,«b beautiful young lady of Princeton, who was visiting her sister, Mrs. Emma Lane, two miles and a half southeast of Hazelton, was fatally burned one day last week. She was standing before a bonfire in the yard when her clothing took fire, enveloping her in flames. A crazy man by the name of Lewis Whittaker was brought to the station house at Indianapolis the other night. He had alwayt been considered by his family a very harmless maniac until he seized a hatchet and attempted to kill the whole family, a wife, daughter and son, chasing them out of the hous&

Miss Lauba Stine, of Lafayette, who went from that city to Germany with her mother, to complete her education in music, died In Berlin some time ago, and at her request just before death her body was sent to Gotha, a small province of Germany, and cremated. The urn containing the ashes is now on the way to Lafayette. Adam Knapp, of Bridgeport, Harrison county, was robbed of >2,200 during the late flood, when he was compelled to vacate hii residence and take temporary quarters in a school-house. Mr. K. is quite an old man, and badly deformed. The loss falls quite heavily oh him, and he grief es much over his losa The Marion Trust Company has given up the ghost. The receiver appointed to take charge reports that during the year of its existence the firm has taken in >200,000, and paid out >50,000, and has for its assets but s quantity ©f office furniture. There are about 5,000 victims, though the full liabilities have not yet been ascertained. , Mabe Copeland, of Lincolnville, Wabash county, is lying dangerously ill at his home in consequence of his having partaken oi ham that contained trichinae. He ate n smMl piece of pork a month and two weeks ago, and for two weeks past has been unable to leave his bed. His muscles are so stiff that he caunot move. His face is swollen, and his whole appearance Indicates that unless there Is a speedy change for the better he will die. At a recent meeting of the Trustees of Purdue University the resignation of the Hon. Emerson E. White, President of the college, was taken up, discussed and finally accepted. President White has been in charge of the University for seven years His re-lgnatlon was tendered in consequence of the State Legislature tacking on to the Appropriation bill as a condition of allowance the repeal of a rule now in force at Purdue forbidding Greek societies. John Tate, a leading farmer of Wabash township,- was called upon by two strangers, who demanded payment of n m e which they hod obtained from him by sharp practice. He refused to liquidate, and ordered them to leave. Onr of the fellows then drew a revolver, and informed Tate that he would either have to settle or die. At this point a young son of Tate appeared on the acene with a shot-gun and drove the sharpers away. The affar created considerable excitement among the farmers in the vicinity. Tate says the men pioourcd his signature about two weeks ago by asking him for his postoffloe address.