Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 November 1891 — Page 4

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' A river has not much, to say—even if it does all run to mouth. It will be observed that Bernhardt Is not announcing any farewell tours yet. The New York girls seem to be ex-, pensive creatures. It is said they chew six million dollars’ worth of gum every year. This is the day of the kodak, and one is not surprised to hear that th,e Shah of Persia is an enthusiastic and fairly skilled photographer. The old-fashioned man took his quinine in plum preserves, and ever after hated plum preserves, but the modern man takes his in capsules, and never tastes it. There is no wonder that Persia is poor. The ruler of the land of “Old Omar” has an annual income of fifty millions. As yet the people do not know enough not to pay it. Oklahoma teachers have struck the right gait in working for a permanent school fund. Fewer murders and more education will send the new territory booming to the front faster than any other. Why don’t those rainmakers tackle Oklahoma? A country where water costs 25 cents a drink ought to offer them a fair chance for good profit—that is, if anybody in that region will drink water at any price. In his youth James Parton thought seriously of being a barber, but finally became a biographer. The trades are a good deal alike. One slicks men up when they are living and the other whitewashes them after they are dead. As one of the results of the immense apple crop, it maybe predicted with safety that it will be cheaper this year to make genuine cider than to make the bogus article. Which of the two,is the more deadly, however, Is still a matter of dispute.

Sincere friends of temperance will note with regret that Lady Somerset turned a sort of mental handspring the other day from an assault on inebriety to one upon the ballet. Man is a long-suffering animal, but it does seem too much to demand that he should give up both kinds of tights at once. Now that cold weather is coming on and the people can’t get out. they should organize “Shut In” societies, and meet and study something practical together. Such a society, with the two rules enforced—to have nothing to eat, and to go home early, would make the winter only half as long and dreary. Ella and Kate want to make bachelordom unpopular. Ella Wheel er Wilcox comes out strongly in support of Kate Field’s idea that bachelors over forty should be taxed, and that the tax should be used for the support of maiden ladies. These ladies evidently mean to tax the luxuries which selfish men enjoy. A very simple little publication may strike a popular chord and have a wonderful run. A London letter says: “Dr. Newman Hall, the noted English Congregational divine, is 75 years old. The famous tract, ‘Come to Jesus,’ of which he is the author, has had a greater sale than any other religious work excepting the Bible and ‘Pilgrim’s Progress.’ ” A Memphis clothing firm has placed a wax candle seven feet long and four Inches in diameter in its front window, and offers prizes amounting to •100 in gold for the best guesses as to the length of time it will burn. The genius that devised this method of keeping a crowd in front of his store for consecutive hours will make his mark in the business world. If the pulpit really desires the aid or co-operation of the press in an earnest endeavor to make the world better, let the ministry begin by weeding out the disciples of Dives, whose alleged peccadilloes are too often overlooked simply because they contribute liberally to support the church. Such a movement would be regarded as an earnest of good faith. A man named Brotherton is wheeling a barrow from San Francisco to New York on a wager. If Mr. Brotherton would Undertake to walk on his ear from Detroit to Kalamazoo, the betting might not be so brisk, but he would be well taken care of when he reached hisi destination. There are other cranks who would find a safe and comfortable harbor in the same This is the way in which the National Observer talks about the tenets of theosophy: “The merest phosphorescence of an age, the Sabbat of minds unhinged —shifting lights on the surface of a dark pool—the cor raption of beings unsalted of humor, who are loosed from convention and the dominion of the orthodox.” If theosophy goes on after that it must be gifted with extraordinary vitality! rThe city of New York has just been defeated in a suit brought against tile League Base-ball Club for its failto comply with an ordinance requiring it ta put sheds over the “bleachMl" to protect them from the rain moC sun. The “bleachers" are »m- ---- .>■ •. •••' : v.- s’

doubtedly entitled to consideration for their comfort, but a ball field would look queer without its picturesque view of long rows of umbrellas and shirt sleeves. New York will kindly take notice that one of the English commissioners to the World’s Fair lias written the London Times that since visiting Chicago he is convinced that the site chosen for the fair is far better than one in the pent-up town on Manhattan Island. There is little reason to doubt that the most prejudiced of the Gotham editors would reach the same conclusion if he would brave conviction by coming to investigate. There are many ups and downs in this world before you get out of it. To-day you are the hero of a battlefield and to-morrow you may be. doing drudgery—menial service. Osman Pasha, the hero of Plevna, has been located as sealer in the kitchen of the Sultan of Turkey. His peculiar business is to seal all the dishes for the Sultan’s table as soon as they are prepared; and thus, secure against poison, they are carried into the royal dining room and the seals broken only in the Sultan’s presence. The revolution of Dr. Pantaloon Perez in Uruguay was short-lived. He and his followers called themselves the Junta, and organized for the purpose of revolutionizing the Government. Expecting to rally the soldiers to their ranks, they walked boldly into the barracks of the artillery, where Perez was at once killed and the rest taken prisoners. His adherents should have known better than to follow a leader who’ called himself by the sartorial name of Pantaloon. His “revolution” was sure to bag at the knees.

“The Chicago papers of the twentieth or twenty-first century will do better than this when New York unveils the Grant statue—if it ever does.” So. says the Chicago Tribune, speaking of the gingerly way in which the New York press referred to the late Grant monument unveiling. Of course, the Chicago papers of the coming centuries will do better than that when the Grant statue at New York is unveiled. So will all the papers everywhere, for the completion of that monument will be the most extraordinary and unexpected event of modern times. The Ozark Mountains, in Missouri, are a sort of wonderland which need some Western Washington Irving to develop. What with wildernesses, marble caverns, lost silver mines and outlaws’ caves, the whole region seems to belong more to the domain of romance than of fact. There also are the elans that smack of the Scottish Highlands, and a rude system of vendetta, which, however, is distinctly American, and stops at nothing short of the church door, sometimes not at that. Miss Murfree has written up the Tennessee mountains, but the Ozark hills are at present illuminated only by the wild and fearful imagination of the country correspondent, who makes vast holes out of rabbit burrows and robbers’ bauds out of a few* pilferers.

The British Medical Journal throws more light on the mysteries of jammaking. An inquiring stranger, it says, who was being shown over a British wine manufactory, was struck by several high mounds of crimson dust. These he was told were the refuse of the wine presses in which the juice of raspberries, currant's, and other frujt used in the business was extracted for making wine. As it is seldom that anything is wasted in an English factory, an inquiry was made as to the form in which these mounds of dust would re-enter the market; the visitor was promptly told that it was disposed of to jam-makers to give the appearance of fruit to the pulp of turnip, vegetable, apple, or what not, which forms the basis of the confection. It would seem that almost anything will do to make jam of, as the chemist can produce a flavor to imitate every kind of fruit. It is commonly supposed that orange-peel is picked up in the streets wherewith to make marmalade. Probably this is a slander on the preserve maker; but, according to the report of a case heard this year in a metropolitan police court, rotten oranges in the condition of a “black pulpy substance,” and “quite unfit to eat,” as the inspector very sapiently remarked, are considered by the owners of the fruit as good enough to be “chopped up for marmalade.” Oranges for this “excellent substitute for butter at breakfast," it was shown, cost only one dollar a box, whereas fruit for eating costs three dollars. A disquieting fact, indeed.

A Magnificent Display.

The Brazilian Government intends to make a magnificent display at the World’s Fair and will invest not less than half a million dollars in carrying out the plans for its representation. It is proposed not only to erect a building in which to display the magnificent resources of Brazil, but to surround that building with practical illustrations of the methods of agriculture and industry. There will be a sugar mill in operation, a coffee quinta, at which the method of gathering and curing coffee for the market will be illustrated, and the manner in which rubber is gathered and prepared for market will be shown in a similar way. There will be also several fao-simUes of native huts,' with native families living as they live at home, and pursuing their industries. It is proposed also to have the national band of Brazil in "attendance. The equilibrium of things in general would be more nearly established if farmers who supply the city market would pick their apples after they are ripe and their turkeys before they are ripe.

FOR OUR LITTLE FOLKS.

A COLUMN OF PARTICULAR INTEREST TO THEM. What Children Rara Done. What They Are Doing, and What They Should Do to I'M Their Childhood Days. Nellie's Trip to Bun-I.and. Little Nell’d been “helping mamma." She bad swept the poren and hall. And had got so tired and hungry that she sat down by the wait, Just to rest herself a moment, with her broom across her knee; When a strange thing happened to her, as site tells the tale to me. She just shut her eyes a moment, so her lit tie story runs. When she wont away to somewhere, where the children gather buns; They were growing on the bushes, and were hanging from the trees. Sweet enough to tempt the palate of the honey-loving bees. “O, tliey was the very doodest buns that ever was,” says she. And she smacks her lips, remembering, as she tells the tale to me. How she ate In that strange country that’s not down on any map Bun fruit from the roadside bushes, when they thought she took a nap. There were lots nnd lots of children In this very pleasant place. And it seems that all were hungry, and. as happened in her case, They had come there without knowing how they come, but all agreed, 'Twas a most delightful country—quite like fairyland. Indeed. Such a jolly, jolly country, where they played the nicest games. And the children knew each other, though they couldn’t tell their names; “Dest the bestest place that ever I was Id,” says little Nell; “An’ the buns- O. my!” Words fail her when their sweetness sl*e would tell. “How did you get back from bun-land?” grandma asks, with laughing eye. As she listens to the story; “Did you walk, or ride, or fly?” “I don’t know,” is Nellie’s answer, with a puzzled face and air; “I turn back all in a mlnlt, but I know that I was there.” “Pshaw, you dreamed Is,” says her brother, “for I saw you fast asleep On the steps.” But “No,” says Nellie, with a faith she means to keep In that pleasant, pleasant country, where tho buns on bushes grow; “I'm dest sure that 1 went somewhere, an' I ,didn’t dream, I know.” Hearth and Hall.

Three Little Fables. PRISONER AND JAILER. Once upon a Time a Jailer who had a Thief in his keeping as a Prisoner under Sentence decided to Appeal to his Honor instead of exercising such close Vigilance. He, therefore, said to him: “If you will give me your Word of Honor not to escape I will let you gounwatched.” “How thick are the walls?” asked the prisoner in reply.

“W h y, only about eight inches, and the Brfck are very poor at that.” “Then you may safely confide in my Honor and secure a full night’s \sleep. ” [I- On the very next I morning. However, the Jailer visited the Prisoner’s cell

to find that, he had dug a Hole through th,e Wall and made his Escape. Meetiug him in Canada a few days later he began to Upbraid the man with his Total Want of Honor and Gratitude, and added: “It was very Foolish in me to expect you would keep your word. A Thief cannot have a Conscience!” “Oh, as to that, my dear sir,” replied the Escaped, “you are as much to Blame as I am. Had you put me on my Honor, without stating the Thickness of the Walls, I should have believed Escape impossible and made no Effort.” MORAL. It was a Missouri Man who Advertised that he had Hidden his Money in a Corn-crib, and Warned all Persons to keep away from the same. Loss next Night, $650; no clew.

THE MULE AND THE PEASANT. One day a Mule, who was drawing a cart along the Highway, suddenly

came to a stop and began Lamenting his hard Fate. “How now, you Ingrate!” shouted the Peasant in reply. “Are you not Well Fed and Lodged, and do you ever Work on, Sundays?”

“But behold the Muddy Highway! My strength is Taxed to the Utmost to pulVniy Load.” “But owing to this same Condition of the Highway I have only put on 600 pounds. If there was no Mud I’d Load you with at least a Thousand.” MORAL. The Man who has a Boil now and then perhaps escapes a Broken Nose. the hen and the farmer. A Hen once Overheard her Master praising the Song of the Nightingale

.in the most Extra vacant Manner, and :saying to his Wife: | “If we only had a I Bird which could Sing like that I would Admire him from Davlight to Dark.” ‘ “That’s a Pointer for me. Old Huckle-

berry.” chuckled the Hen as she Snatched another Potato-Bug, “and you’ll hear something Drop before long.” Next Evening, as the Fanner and his Wife sat on the Doorstep and hoped the Nightingale would come again, the Hen flew into a Tree and made a Heroic Attempt to Warble as she had heard "the Bird do. . “Good Lands! But what in Goshen ails that ’ere Hen?” exclaimed the Farmer as he jumped up. The Hen Posed anew and sent forth a fresh clack, clack, clack. “The Infernal Idiot is neither a Hen nor a Bird, and therefore of no good except in a Pot-Pie,” growled the Farmer and. bringing out his Shotgun, he put an end to her Life. MORAL. Mapvi a good Farmer has begin spoiled fy trying to become a Legislator.—New York World. Old dim and Che llaby. I have a pet cat. “Old Jim,” writes ftlittle girl in Farm and Home. He

Is black and white, is ’most 11 years old and weighs 11J pounds. He can do some cute tricks and is quite playful. Besides rats and mice, he has caught squirrels and weasels, a partridge, wild rabbits, and once he killed a skunk. But I want to tell! you what he did for me when I was a baby. I was creeping on the floor and some way I hurt myself. I cried, and Jim came to me and said, “Purr, me-ow;” then looked at mamma and said “Me-ow" out sharp. But mamma waited to see what he would do and did not take me up. Jim mewed to me again, and lapped my face and sat down by me. I began to cry again, and he sprang up, put both his arms, or paws, around me, and mewed out sharper; then took hold of my dress with his teeth and tried to lift me up. He. always came if he heard me cry, and tried to lift me several times. Mamma says perhaps you will think this is a pretty big cat story, but it is every bit true. I have a pet rabbit, and he and Jim are great friends. They eat together and play together, and Jim will wash the rabbit's face for him.

On a Plantation.

“You can live very well on a plantation,” writes Octave Thanet, in the Atlantic Monthly, “if, as the negroes say, ‘you understand yourself.’” It is evident, however, that in Arkansas, as elsewhere, those who are themselves energetic and thrifty have much to “put up with” in their dealings with their dependents and neighbors, too many of whom are given to “a patient endurance of avoid/ole evils.” “As an illustration of plantation methods and Arkansas character,” says the writer, “we always remember our cow-shed.” The plantation carpenter being too busy with houses to condescend to cow-sheds, we appealed to Thomas Jefferson Pope, who is indifferently carpenter, blacksmith, wood-sawyer, butcher, or tinker, and between whiles makes a crop. Thomas Jefferson is amiability itself; he said he would build a shed for us “jest too quick. ” The interview was on Thursday. Friday it rained. Saturday was “pigkilling day.” Sunday, of course, we could not expect him, but we were comforted to know that he was “studying ’bout” us. Monday he appeared in person with a “helper”—it always takes two men to do anything in the South, if it be no more than mending a fence —and they looked at tha yard and talked together for an hour. Tuesday he came again, and carried off our best hatchet. Wednesday he really set to work, and worked steadily, effectively, and, according to plantation standards, rapidly, until the shed was complete save the doors. Then he was called away to make a He said, very justly, that cows could wait be titer than “co’pses,” and as soon as he “got Gather Robinson’s coffin done he would fix our doors jest too quick.” I trust that he was not two months making the coffin, but twomonthsdid we wait doorless; meanwhile Albert nailed the cows in every night and unnailed them every morning. We came South three helpless women, accustomed to have men open the doors for us. One of us had a pretty conceit of her artistic cookery; and yet we were obliged to send for an old black woman to show our Northern cook—and us—how to make bread without compressed yeast. Now, thanks to Amy, our present waitress, from the North, we are accomplished paper-hangers, and thanks to Christine, our cook, also from the North, we can spread whitewash artfully over our fences and out-build-ings. Indeed, should need come—and need, like a good neighbor, drops in without formality—we can show a variety of handicrafts. Constance is a good machinist mending the broken locks and lamps; Madonna, who is the carpenter, makes beautiful furniture out of packing-boxes and cretonne. We are our own best glaziers, and once we built up a demoralized chimney with old bricks and an improvised mortar of sand and whitewash.

Rio de Janeiro.

The entrance to the Bay of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, is one of the finest panoramas in the world. The Bosphorus alone can be compared to it. Since 1835 Rio de Janeiro, like the District of Columbia, forms a metropolitan district and is entirely independent <*f any state government. The climate of Rio is superb. There are but two seasons, the winter or rainy season, extending from April to September, and the summer or dry season, extending from October to March. The city is liberally provided with educational institutions. There are two medical colleges, a school ol pharmacy and a school of art. There are 94 schools of primary instruction for both sexes, and many other scientific and private establishments: There are 25 benevolent and mutual aid societies, 34 literary, scientific, philotechnic and historical societies. The liberal professions are far advanced. The legal and medical fraternities number many distinguished lights in their ranks. There are 125 papers and reviews of all kinds published in the city. There are 14 leading theaters, the largest of which* built in 1872, is as large as the Scala, of Milan. Every season excellent companies are organized in'Europe to play there, and Italian, French, German and English opera is presented with all the circumstance of the European performance. The Jardin de Campo da Republica is one of the most beautiful parks in the world, and contains 60.000 exoteric plants. The city has 50,000 houses and a population of 750,000.

A Church Flooded with Honey.

During the early summer a swarm of bees built in the loft of an Episcopalian church in Tulare County, Cal. Not long since an extremely warm wave swept over the State, and the wax giving way beneath the torrid heat, the honey flowed in streams to the floor. It required a good deal of expense to remedy the damage.

Mr. Child's Latest Little Jest.

The speed of bees, says a writer, has been greatly overestimated, hut the man of experience knows that the rapidity of the part opposite the bee’s foresight is a stern reality.-—Philadel-phia Ledger.

PLUSH AND VELVET.

THE STYLE OF TRIMMING FOR STRfciiT COSTUMES. The Pelerine Cloak Is One of the itoit Modish Thing* of the Moment—How They Should Be Made and Trimmed— Will Be Blade Entirely in Astrakhan. Striking Street Style*.

k LUSH and velvet | are much used for / trimming street costumes this season, says* our New York correspondent, the plush boing of the kind known as tachete, that is, showing two co ors such as cream and maize, black and maize or blue and beige, but plain velvet, either piece or ribbon velvet, constitutes a very rich style of garniture. This style of trimming .must be applied / largely according to “ taste. There is no

laying down fixed rules, for what may be becoming to a slender person is often most unbecoming to a broad, stout figure. The velvet may be-applied as the garniture of yokes, ceintures, collars, cuffs or panels, or, in some cases, all of these are united, as shown in my initial figure. This Italian sleeve, very full and falling with deep cuffs, is not becoming to a short, stout arm; it accentuates the lack of length. As. the season progresses fur will be the ultra modish material for garniturfng cloth and velvet street costumes. In my second illustration you will find represented a charming promenade toilet in heliotrope cloth, garnitured with fur and With silk brandenburgs. The front width of the skirt is also trimmed with the fur and silk ornaments. The fronts of the jacket have pockets cut into the stuff, the openings/being trimmed with

FUR TRIMMED STREET DRESS.

the silk ornaments which must be a somewhat darker shade than the cloth. The fur may be otter or any dark fur. The front of the corsage buttons tj the jacket on the under side. The pelerine cloak is one of the most modish things of the moment. These garments are much longer than those which were worn last spring and reach half way down the skirt of the dress. If you ask me whether they are becoming or not I must answer: Itall depends. Some women look well under all circumstances, in fact, they can’t make guys of themselves if they try, but not so with others. They must be on their guard continually lest some cut, or make-up, or style of trimming, or color, or shade mar their good looks and rob them of their grace. This pelerine is a garment that may easily destroy a woman's grace of figure and the pleasing characteristics of her peculiar s;yle. Njw a long wrap, reaching quite to the feet, is ir. most cases a dressy and stylish garment for any woman, but not so this pelerine. They are neither one thing nor the other. They give one the appearance sometimes of having run short of stuff; and still, when made up in thick cloths in a shade that goes well with your coloring, and richly trimmed and lined with silk of some bright, warm, contrasting shade, they are lealiy

VELVET JACKET AND CLOTH PELERINE.

very stylish, but It all depends upon the wearer As the season advances you’ll see them made up entirely in astrakhan, which is now used merely for trimmingHowever, in order that you may be able to judge for yoursel', 1 set one of these pelerines before you in my third illustration. and a very stylish one it i-\ too, consisting of a velvet jacket with the pelerine in brocaded Himalaya. The jacket e.\tends about fifteen or eighteen inches below the waist line, aiidclo es in front with h' oks and eyes. The back and sides of the jacket are i u te hidden by the j.clerine. and need net therefore be made of velvet It Is quite necessary fi.st to complete the jacket portion of the garment before proceeding to drape tue cloth. In the draping, I should add. l.es the secret of a stylish effect, and the softness and su ipleness of the material lenders it well adapted for draping purposes. Care must be taken to simu ato a velvet yoke In draping. The cloth must be sewed to the epaulets and also at the back, but be made to fasten with a hook in front on the right side. Taking up now the question of a long mantle, I have to call your attention te

the figure on the left hand of my fourth illustration. Here you have a rich and stylish design for a long cloak which may be made up in' cloth or velvet This particular one is in velvet and well adjusted to the figure in the back, and falls in folds. In front the right side is fastened to the left with hooks. The front of this elegant garment is make in plastron style and is covered with feather trimming. There are revers with broad volants set in bretelle fashion. These last reach at the back also almost to the waist. The overlapping

LONG MANTLE AND TAILOR-MADE SUIT.

front is edged with feather trimming This mantle may be lined with surah of a large plaid, dark ground, with light stripes. A feather muff of the same nature as the feather plastron completes this very stylish costume. The figure on the right in the same illustration pictures a neat street costume in tailormade ’ style, of almond color or in dark-green, the short paletot being double-breasted and having a surah or satin merveilleux lining of the same shade. If you should prefer to wear the jacket open, you have only io button each flap over the buttons of that side, thus imparting a natty and finished air to the garment. Tho sleeves are cl ose-fitting in the forearm, and have a row of small buttons on the outer seam. Oblique pockets open in the front The buttons may be of horn or tortoise shell. The dress bodice is finished with a white or yellow cloth vest running to a point at the wa’stline and fastening with small pearl buttons. A narrow leather belt is worn with this neat and practical gown, which is straight and plain in front and finished with pleats at the back. The foundation skirt may be made of serge or taffeta, must have a drawing string and be finished with a ruffle at the bottom and a satin ruffle on the inside. I have still another pelerine to show you. It is worn by the lady on the left of my last illustration and is intended for a young person. It may be made up in almond or fawn-colored cloth, and be trimmed with pearled passementerie, or embroidered with twist, or, if you prefer, in raised embroidery. The yoke must lie quite flat and be covered with tho motive chosen, which should be re-

PELERINE AND PASSEMENTERIE JACKET.

peated on the fronts of the garment. The back seam is concealed under a pleat of the material. The pleats shown must not be attempted except with the aid of a dress form. A style and character are given to these pelerines by the addition of a handsome silk lining in a bright tone. The fitrure on the right sets forth a very elegant'promenade toilet in light-blue cloth, straight, plain skirt, with bouffant sleeves garnitured with passementerie from the elbows down. The corsage ends at the waist. With this stylish gown is worn a passementerie jacket of the form and style shown in my illustration. The lound felt hat worn with this costume is in a russet tone and is trimmed with feathers of two shades I assomenterie collars or ceinlures that may be worn with different costumes have become a necessity to the woman of fashion. The co'lars are high and flaring, with two points extending out on the shoulders and two tabs in iront, from which hang a shower of jet beads, and the ceintures have the same garniture. only in the case of the collars the jet shower is of even length, and with the ceinture it is pointed. In fact, jet persists in taking on greater and greater popularity; the only thing to avoid is the extra-large cabochons. These have a heavy look, and, besides, they have been run to death by this, that, and every one. A very pretty fichu may be made up in bunting embroidered with jet nailheads, and set off wi'th a ruffle of crepe de d ine. The bunting is cut voke-shape, pointed in front and rounded at the back.

The most unhappy period of marriage, according to French divorce statistics, is the period extending from the fifth to the tenth year. After that the figures drop rapidly. Only 28 per cent, of couples seek divorce between the tenth and twentieth years of unions. Only one pair in a hundred seeks to cut the knot lifter the period of over thirty and under forty years. Have you ever thought just how water puts out fire? The Popular Science Monthly says it acts in two ways, lowering the temperature of the burning matter, and by enveloping its parts in a way to exclude the atmosphere and exclude the oxygen of the air which keeps up the fire. If the men would take the marriage vow that is forced on women—that is, to love, honor and obey—and conscientiously live up to It, there would be less loating and more good clothes and victuals in every community.— Atchinsoa Globa.

THE LOST OASIS FOUND.

Explorer* Had Looked for It la Tain E.er Since Giles Discovered It. In 1875, when Mr. E. Giles made his famous journey across the Southern part of Australia, traveling through deserts that had never been visited before, he discovered a place that was green and fertile. This oasis in the desert was the result of some springs which came to the surface therfe and gave the country for a long distance around the aspect of rich and verdant agricultural lands. He named the place Victoria Spring, and when he came home he said many thousauds of cattle or sheep* could be raised there. He had nowhere seen more promising grazing land than this oasis. Curiously enough, he did not accurately define the position of Victoria Spring. Ever since his journey the place has been marked upon the maps, but several explorers who tried to find Victoria Spring have failed, and some critics were unkind enough to intimate that the oasis had: existed only in the imagination of the man who described it. The news comes now from Australia that Victoria Spring has been discovered again. Mr. J. P. Brooks writes from Israelite Bay to Baron von. Muller,, who is well known for his important labors in behalf of Australian exploration, that a Swede named Frank Neuman has found Victoria Spring. The letter says that the spring is 135 miles 'north of the Frazer range of mountains, in the southern part of West Australia, and that hereafter this oasis may be easily reached from the south coast. Neuman says, as Giles reported earlier, that animal life is abundant, that, there is a fine growth of grass, and that about 4,000 acres are splendidly adapted for sheep or cattle raising. In fact, it is a very beautiful and fertile oasis in the midst o*a sea of sand which will never be turned to any profitable account. But the most curious thing about Victoria Spring is that although all the maps have shown it where it was supposed Giles found the spring, no one was ever able to run across it during the sixteen years since he discovered it until the present time. As near as can be ascertained he located it about fifty miles from its position, and no subse- . quent traveler has ever happened to. see it.

His “Little Excellency.”

For twenty years the late Deputy Windthorst, affectionately nicknamed the “Little Excellency,” took an important part in the discussions of the Reichstag. Born a Hanoverian, he was a minister of justice under King George when Hanover was a separate kingdom, and might have had an office under the empire after his. native country was absorbed by Prussia. But he preferred to remain a simple deputy. It has been said that it is less difficult to govern a country than a political party, but this indefatigable “Little Excellency, ” by force Qf energy and determination, and by the influence of his innumerable short, emphatic and practical speeches, kept together and led the German Catholic party, a strangely assorted number of men of title, bourgeois, small landholders, conservatives and democrats. "Windthorst was the son of a peasant, and is described as a quiet, homely man, without much voice, and very near-sighted. His eyes were fine and merry, his lip was firm, and his forehead broad. Even with these redeeming features he was so plain, and his figure was so insignificant, that it was said, “Bismarck is the ideal type of a soldier, and Windthorst is the caricature of it. ” But the sensible and amiable statesman did not take this to heart. Not long before his death he fell down the stairs of the Reichstag and bruised his nose. His accident might have been ridiculed, but he wen the scoffers to his side by immediately sending the reassuring news home tc Hanover that his beauty was uninjured. When the newspapers made merry over it, the old gentleman laughed, and mailed the papers to his wife. He was never disturbed by ridicule. On one occasion, when he was addressing the Reichstag on the affairs of the church, he for the first time in his career as a speaker made use of many long words. This, from him, seemed incongruous and absurd. The deputies burst out laughing. Windthorst showed no anger, but turning to the stenographers said, “Note that the German Reichstag scoffed at the Church of God,” and went on speaking. He was minister of justice in Hanover from 1851 to 1853, and from 1863 to 1865. This was always a source of pride and satisfaction to him. He told with much enjoyment, however, an incident which illustrated how slightly one Hanoverian esteemed his position, subject as it was to change. Windthorst was looking for apartments, and having found what suited him, he asked the landlady, who knew who he was, to name the price, saying that if it were satisfactory he would take the house; to which she replied significantly, “Oh, I cannot rent it to you. I don’t wish .my house to be changing tenants every six months.”*

Jocular Reflections.

Do not make of your head a dime museum.—Galveston News. The mimic’s “taking off” is not generally considered a bereavement—Boston Courier. The puppy that gets cream three times a day is reared in the lap o$ luxury.—Pittsburg Dispatch. If all men were saints calls for cahe after midnight would be few and far between.—Baltimore American. Boarder —lt looks now as if the weather had settled. LandladyYes, it has set a very good example.. —Boston Gazette. “I wouldn’t object to th’ elly vated railroads so much,” said the new al» derman, “if they wuz on’y undhei ground.”—Washington Star. The Government will weigh whisky hereafter. This may give a fellow a chance to know about how much he can carry.—Columbus Post. When Jay Gould waters his stocka railway pool doesn’t always rc&ult.