Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 March 1892 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

obtained at very reasonable prices; and no purchaser need be at any loss to get an article to which the' severest tests can be applied, and which will come out triumphantly from the ordeal. We were, nevertheless, positively startled, not long since, to receive a pamphlet, bearing on its frbnt page tha names of some distinguished chemists, ,and addressed to the medical profession, vaunting some foreign manufactured cocoas which were distinctly stated to contain a considerable addition of alkaline salts. Surely even lay readers do not need to be reminded that soda and potash cannot be taken with impunity day after day.”

It probably is not so often the case in old-world countries, where parents and relatives have a controlling hand, but on this side of the water, when there is reciprocity of high temperature affection between two young people, and they seek to marry, the stars in their courses may fight against their union, but it will be had, even if a South Dakota divorce is likely to soon be needed. In a recent case at Brooklyn the parents had the doors barred to the young man and life made so uncomfortable for thegirl that she finally requested him to desist from his visits, but said that, if he could find a perch within ear-reach of her chamber window, she would hold nocturnal chats with him. He gained the requisite elevation some distance above a half-filled cistern, and all went well till one night he lost his balance and fell head first into the cistern. The feminine shrieks brought the stern parent to the scene, who fished out the halfdrowned lover, aud was so taken with his devotion and pluck that he invited him into the house and welcomed him as a prospective son-in-law. The lesson of the incident Is obvious, but unless raised a Baptist the average young man will hesitate to take that sort of a bath in ice water, even for his best girl. The parent who is unable to direct the youthful tendencies by moral suasion might as well withdraw from the field.

Clara Louise Kellogg is printing a series of personal reminiscences which occupy a sort of half-way ground between the confessions oi Marie Bashkirtseff and the diary oi Samuel Pepys, comprehending the ingenuousness of both. Miss Kellogg begins by regretting that she has not kept notes of her distinguished intimacies, having in mind, no doubt, the success of Nathaniel Parker Willis in exhibiting the back yard oi royalty, and of John W. Forney in describing “Famous People Whom 1 Have Met.” “Being the first prim? donna to secure attention, both here and abroad,” says Miss Kellogg, with the true Bashkirtseff modesty, “naturally many noted people called on me, and at receptions in the different cities many men and woment of letters were presented to me.” She knew the novel-making machine, Anthonj Trollope, and Mr. Trollope was pleased to meet her. Emerson, Longfellow, and Oliver Wendell Holmes bowed at her vocal shrine. Nathaniel Hawthorne she had trouble with, or, lather, without—for the author of “The Scarlet Letter” seems to have beer too shy to take advantage of an opportunity to secure au Introduction. “He was such a retiring man,” she says, “that I did not meet him, although he came up to Mrs. Field’s for that purpose. He was up-stairs, hut could not summon sufficient courage to come down.” She docs not think much of the musical taste ol men of letters. “They are like the majority of mortals,” she declares, “who love music merely for the concord of sweet sounds.” Musical artists, inferentially, love music for its discords—<t frank and unusual confession from one of them. Miss Kellogg does not exactly claim to have rivaled Patti in art, but in social re spectability the American has prooi that she was far superior. “Once Patti and I sang at the same concert,” she remembers, “and when it ended the diva received attention exclusively from the gentlemen, while I was visited both by ladies and gentlemen.” Miss Kellogg met the Prince of Wales with her mother. Not only was the prima donna maternally protected, but she discreetlj observes that the Prince “had nol then begun to ‘tread the primrose path of dalliance.’ ” It is a pity thal Miss Kellogg’s delighttuUy amusing recitals should be marred at the out set by an ill-natured reference tc Emma Abbott. Whatever may have been Miss Abbott’s artistic deficiencies, her place in American art has been fixed above that of the present critic, and even naivete should respect the dead.