Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 August 1893 — Page 5

A HINT TO CONGRESS.

THE PEOPLE'S WILL MUST NOT BE DEFEATED. * .National Lawmakers Should Turn a Deaf Ear to the Selfish Interests Which Are Conspiring Against the Masses About Pension Reform. Give Patriotism a Chance. There is great activity in the camps as manufacturers and Importers since President Cleveland’s call for an extra session of Congress on August 7. The trade papers are sounding bugle alarms calling their patrons to arms before their enemy—the consumers—has built fortifications around the committees of Congress which will construct a new tariff bill. The protected manufacturers want to save as much as possible of McKinleyism. They are busying themselves by holding meetings, drawing up resolutions and petitions and collecting long tables of statistics showing the rates of wages in this and other oountrles. Notwithstanding the unequivocal declaration of the Chicago platform that protection is an unconstitutional fraud and that duties Bhould be levied for revenue only, the manufacturers still imagine, or fancy that they can make others believe, that the principal duty of the Ways and Means Committee will be in this, as in many previous Congresses, to listen to the resolutions, demands and threats of the beneficiaries of protective tariffs, and that this committee must be as subservient to the wealth of manufacturers, concentrated in trusts and combines, as were Republican committees. The manufacturers forget or ignore the facts that the committees of the present Congress exist in spite of, and not because of, the moneyed interests of any one class; that these committees represent the consumers of the country, and can jserform faithful service only by levying duties which shall bear as lightly as possible on the whole people; that statistics of wages and cost of production, showing how necessary protection duties are to certain industries, are of no use to committees engaged in solving the problem of how to raise a sufficient revenue; and that it is the duty of the present Congress not to waste time listening to persons who represent only themselves or some privileged class, and do not speak in the interests of the consumers, who include all classes. The fact is that, considering the conditions imposed upon the present Congress, it would be an insult to this body for selfish interests to appear before it to ask for speoial legislation of any kind. They would not expect to get the ear of this Congress if they had not for so long been accustomed to spend several months telling each Congress, upon which they had many claims, just what legislation their interests demanded. The only persons whom Congress should consult are those who are known to be publicspirited citizens and who will speak in the interests of the people at large and not in their own selfish interests. What the country wants, and what Congress should attempt to give it, is a system of taxation which shall rest lightly upon industry and upon the people. Congress should not sit still and wait for comparatively ignorant representatives of the little industries to present long arguments; it should only permit these industries to send in their statements to be considered when necessary, and should invite well-known and able patriots, who have for years been students of social and economic conditions, to present the needs of the. people before the committees. Such a course would be ridiculed as “impractical” by the pearl-button, tinplate, jack-krpfe and piano-felt men who figured so prominently in the McKinley bill, but it is time that this country turned its back on these narrow, selfish bigots, and gave ear to the broad-minded men who are recognized as authorities on public questions. We should take advantage of the learning of this age by adopting some of the economic principles which are about as firmly established as is the fact that water always seeks a level. For example, the almost, unanimous opinion of authorities for the last fifty years has been that trade is a blessing and not a curse, and that direct is preferable to indirect taxation. Yet, here we are trying to kill trade and using an old fogy method of taxation because it is highly satisfactory to the few manufacturers who have taken the trouble to make our taxation laws for us. The present Congress should legislate for the whole people to whom it owes its existence. If it shirks its duty and legislates for any class or party, it may expect the fate of the McKinley Congress.—B. W. H.

A Waste of Breath. Senator Chandler propounds and several Republican newspapers repeat this question: “Why should not the banks, the Chamber of Commerce and the newspapers recognize and state the exact truth: That the present distressed condition of the business of the country is due to the approaching assault upon the McKinley bill in particular and upon the American protective system in general?” Because the persons referred to are not mostly fools. None but fools would imagine that a people can be thrown into panic by the prospect of securing their own demand, twice made at the polls, for a reduction of oppressive taxes. Daniel Webster, the colossal son of New Hampshire, viewing in Jove-like jocundity the local wonder of Genesee Falls, grandiloquently said that “no nation ever lost its liberties that had a waterfall ninety-six feet high. ” Can the Liliputian Senator of the Granite State point to a nation that ever lost its head over a prospect of tax-reduc-tion?

No!—this is a financial, not a commercial disturbance. The primary trouble is with the currency, not with credits. It is the nation’s money that is menaced, not its manufactures. The collapse of swindling trusts has added to the lack of confidence, but these trusts were another outcome of the policy which Mr. Chandler has supported. The question of tariff reform is closed for four years at least. The beneficiaries and the political agents of the system of a tariff for bounties —of public taxes for private tribute—may as well understand this. The people have ordered a reduction of the worse-than-war tariff, and it is to be reduced. The Democratic Congress and President may be divided on some questions, but thev are united on this. The country looks for this reduction in relief, not in fear. The time has gone by when it can be either bamboozled or frightened by the free-trade bugbear. Mr. Chandler and the Republican organs that echo him are wasting their breath.—New York World. * Silver for Sale. The silver party of Nevada has called on all silver clubs of that mining camp to pass resolutions denouncing the “conflict on silver.” This is better and more seemlv than the call of Judge Belford. of Colorado, to assassinate the

President. The silver miners ought toi calm down. Resolutions of excited mobs are of little account.in a business transaction, and they will assuredly not find a market for their product by armed revolution. The manner in which rebellion is met in the United States, as their history shows, is not to surrender to threats. Sensible silver men should suppress the lunatics.—N. Y. World. All Protection a Fraud. “Republican protection is a fraud, a robbery of the great majority of the American people for the benefit of the few,” says the National Democratic Platform. This is undoubtedly true, as it has received the official stamp of the people. But we will go the platform makers one better ana say that all protection is a fraud, etc.—Democratic, Prohibition, Populist, or Republican protection. The Samuel J. Randall protection to the iron and steel industries of Pennsylvania; the New England protection to its woolen and cotton mills; the New York protection to its barley and potatoes; the South’s protection to its sugar and rice; Miohigan’s protection to its lumber and copper; Ohio’s attempted protection to its wool; Colorado’s protection to its silver; all protection under whatever name or guise, by whatever party or class, is a fraud and a robbery. Why? Because no one industry can be protected except at the expense of other, industries, and if all industries oould be equally protected none would receive any protection. But as only a few industries can be protected all “protection is a fraud, a robbery of the great majority of the American people for the benefit of a few.”

Such being the case, what are people going to do about it? There is but one sensible and patriotic bourse —deny to eaoh claimant what cannot possibly be granted to all, and notify the privileged classes—the iron, copper and silver mine owners and the proprietors of woolen mills and protected industries of all kinds, that hereafter each tub must stand on its own bottom. This will hurt the feelings of some of the big tubs that have been utilizing the bottoms of other tubs, but it is the only just solution. Until Senators and Congressmen can broaden their sentiments to include the whole oountry and the whole people, and are willing, when they meet at Washington, to sink, for the general good, the narrow, selfish interests of their own particular districts or localities, we cannot expect the stoppage of this fraud and robbery. The main trouble, however, lies with the people themselves, and can be cured only by a more liberal eduoation on economic and social questions. If the great masses of voters understood their needs as well as the few protected manufacturers understood theirs, and if the masses would work and vote, even on the low, selfish grounds of the few who are protected, every politician who serves only the rich of his districts would soon be retired in favor of one who should represent the interests of a majority of voters in the district, and soon protection would be to an end, Let our next Democratic convention make a note of the fact that all protection is a fraud and a robbery, and that there is no need for the word “Republican” in the next platform. Pension Reform. The action of the Pension Bureau in temporarily suspending payment of pensions in certain cases where the official documents do not show such total incapacity for manual labor as is contemplated by the law is right. If the pensioner is lawfully entitled to his pension he will get it. If he has obtained it by false representations he will lose it, and deserves to lose it. There is an honest soldier and a sound lawyer at the head of the Pension Bureau now, and the business of swindling the people under false pretenses of duty done or suffering incurred in the public service or present incapacity to earn a living is interrupted. If the Grand Army protests against just and honest administration of the Pension Bureau it will be bad for the Grand Army. It will be split in two, and that wing of it which appears to be organized chiefly for politics and boodle will forfeit the respect and sympathy in which the organization has been held heretofore. —New YOrk World.

Trusts are often victims of their own greed. Secure in the legalized spoliation afforded them by the tariff, but unsatisfied with their assured profits, they undertake to further victimize the public bv over capitalization and the sale of snares on whioh it is impossible to earn dividends. The crash among these overdone speculations, following a tight money market, has had very much to do in limiting bank credits and in adding to the doubt and distress of the lastßixty days. A high-tariff organ mocks at the farmers who voted last year for “a change” and are now offered lower prices for their wool. But there have been no changes in the tariff. The same high old McKinley duty that was voted to advance the price of wool is still in force, and wool is declining as it has been doing under a high tariff for several years.

Some Mustache History.

What is the history of the mustache? In Greece and Gome no mustaches were worn without beards, but in the conquering days of the Roman Empire several half-civilized races, who had come partially under the influence of the Romans, and who wished to be rid of the name of barbari, or wearers of beards, attempted to shave in imitation of their conquerors; but as they had very imperfect implements for the purpose, and as the upper lip is notoriously the hardest part of the face to shave in the case of any one poorly skilled in the art, they were unable to make a clean job of it, and left a quantity of hair on the upper lip. This mark was characteristic of several nations on the confines of Roman civilization; of the Gauls in particular, of the Dacians and some others. See the Roman statue of the Dying Gaul in the Museum of Fine Arts —perhaps the only classical representation of a mustache to be found in that institution. The Latin language has no word for mustache. This barbarous accident was unworthy of the honor of a Roman name.—Boston Transcript

An Hereditary Trade.

Almost the sole hereditary trade in the United States is that of the deep-water pilot. At most of the important seaports pilotage has been confined for generations to a few families. The Delaware pilots congregate at Lewes, where they have lived these many generations. Her Little Joke.— “ Why did you toss young Chapley overboard?” “Oh, I was tired of him; I wanted to renew my youth, don't you know.”— Life’s Calendar.

FANCIES OF FASHION.

GREAT VARIETY IN THE STYLES FOR THIS SEASON. Nothing Like a Silk Waist for the Dog Day* Handsome Promenade Toilet Wash Laee Is Ugly and Starched Lace Is an Abomination. Fashion as It Is Found. New York correspondence:

EAL L Y pretty 1 B wash petticoats are Jv here again. With ■ wash dresses the 11 old - fashioned * starched skirt will So be worn, to supply {]/ the needed stiffed ness, but we have ‘ learned something ji by experience with jg the pettiooats we have worn of late, and such starched skirts are not to be nKH trimmed with lace. We have found that wash lace is ugly, ■jaw and that lace stfffened by starch is 'y ftU an abomination, 'ill Fine Hamburg may be used or a lot of lV \\ tucks. The maVfW serial of the skirt is not too fine to

hold the starch. What makes the new petticoat not the old one is that it is shaped a little and that it has cute little ruffles on it about the bottom, often of colored stuff. Also that it is not necessarily made of white stuff itself. You may have a perfectly distracting petticoat made of striped blue and white cambric, with adoraDle ruffles of solid blue. Other wash skirts to be worn with fine muslins that accomplish the required flare by cut and fullness and quite without stiffness of any kind, are made of dainty dimities, every bit as good as the material of the dress, of faint colors, and evidently selected to go with the gown. For instance, a dress of blue spotted or sprayed muslin will be worn over a petticoat of solid blue dimity that is a wilderness of tiny blue ruffles. Just

EMBROIDERED WITH PANSIES.

why it does not look as if one had on two dresses I don’t know. It would have looked so a while ago. Skirts are made of turkey red, that standby washstuff, and are run with ruffles of white Ilumburg, or of the'red set with insertion of Hamburg. Such skirts are starched stiff and worn under outing cloth dresses, or with ginghams or duck gowns. Of the five accompanying illustrations the first is a handsome promenade toilet in figured foulard shot in prune and copper, with the design in pale yellow. The skirt is cut to give but little fullness at the top, and is lined with thin silk. The bodice comes over the skirt, and is hooked to the latter to prevent it from slipping. It fastens in the center beneath the plastron and has revere piped, as is the flaring collar, with pale yellow silk. The plastron hooks over and is trimmed with a box pleat down the center, adorned with gold buttons. The balloon sleeves are also piped with yellow at the wrist. With the costume q round hat is made, of cream-colored fancy straw, with a slightly tapering crown, entirely covered with tiny blossoms. The brim is covered with* lace, and a full bow of cream-colored faille ribbon, through which a fancy gold pin is thrust, is placed at the right side. On the inside of the brim is a small rosette of ribbon. This hat adds greatly to the handsome appearance of the gown, and it is evident to anyone that the one is especially intended for wear with the other. The toilet can well be taWin as a model for a street dress, being at once dressy, stylish and tastefuL Linen shirt-waists are fairly cool and comfortable, but there is nothing like a silk waist for the dog days. By waist I mean a garment cut exactly like a tennis shirt with a half-high cellar, a deep yoke, a handkerchief

BLOUSE WITH REVER COLLAR.

pocket in front and fastening either with buttons and button holes of diminutive size or else with link-studs. The sleeves should be long and full. With this kind of shirt-waist one should wear a silk tie, matching it exactly. The waist is very pretty m white or dovegray silk, but it can be made in any light color, and light-blue looks particularly well. Serpentine, alias surplice, waists are extremely popular. They are made in a great variety of materials. In silk they are rather expensive, but one can get the same thing in sateen for a much less sum and one which is quite enough to pay for an article that may go out of style to-morrow. Blouse waists »f changeable silk are still fashionable, but they do not sell well without linings, and when a loose waist is lined it naturally loses its chief merit. Very dainty are the shirt waists of Japanese wash-silk in gray and white stripes, but after all nothing looks prettior

than plain, creamy India silk, whioh washes beautifully, becoming softer after each visit to the laundry. Two pretty models of the blouse waists, which are seen this summer in so many forms and materials, are shown in the next two pictures. The first of the prir is old rose silk or satin, trimmed with bands of the same embroidered with lavender and yellow shaded silks, in a design of pansies. The lower part of the mouse has no lining, but the top is lined with muslin or thin silk and closes in the center. The blouse closes on the left side and has no seams save those in the middle of the back and the sides. The fullness is laid in pleats at the waist in the front and back. The sleeves are balloon shaped, and the wide belt of silk fastens at the side. The embroidered bands may continue around the back or be left only on the front, as desired. The second example is made of pink

AMID VERANDA BREEZES

satin merveilleux and has a plastron of. moss-green satin, beneath which it hooks. The back has only the seam in the oenter and the left side laps over a trifle. The satin is draped over a tightfitting silk lining. The rever collar.is quite full, round in the back, but ending with a point on the overlapping side in the front. It is trimmed at the edge with a narrow moss-green satin! ribbon. The standing collar is covered with a full ruching of green silk or ohiffon, and the sleeves are trimmed with ruching as the collar. The folded belt of pink satin is boned in the front and the back to keep the folds in place. Of the final couple of pictures the first is a natty veranda dress, and the other an elaborate and elegant house dress. The material used in the case of the former is a dark cloth, and it is made perfectly plain with no adorn-i ment whatever. The skirt is cut a trifle wider than the ordinary bell skirt and is edged with a heavy cord around the bottom. The front and sides must fit snugly, and the back is laid in two box pleats. The round waist has as few seams as possible and goes inside the skirt; it buttons in the front, and is finished with a very narrow belt, either of cloth or of leather. The balloon sleeves are sewed into the armhole with a large box pleat in the center and a series of smaller ones at either side, instead of being gathered, to relieve what would otherwise be too great plainness. A cravat bow of black lace is worn, and a long black scarf is laid over the shoulders and is knotted at the side, with the ends reaching almost to the bottom of the skirt.

Few women can afford such a house toilet as that of the last picture, for it is made of expensive materials. But it is sometimes both interesting and

AN ELEGANT HOUSE DRESS

instructive to consider unattainable elegance, and there’s no need of sinking one's soul to the level of covetousness. It is composed of cream-colored figured silk and trimmed with green 1 and yellow changeable velvet, silk rib bons, and a long white scarf. The wide skirt has a train and is finished around the bottom with two ruffles edged with velvet. The round waist is cut V shaped in the front and is perfectly plain. The scarf is arranged in a few pleats in the back and turned away in the front. The ends of the fichu are drawn through the belt and hang down on the skirt. The short puffed sleeves are finished with a lace frill and the belt is made of wide yellow silk ribbon drawn through a buckle In the front and tying at the side with a bow and long ends. It is so pretty that it seems a pity it is so difficult to do inexpensively. If you have some old lace for the scarf, the rest could be managed well enough. Veils are now made full in the front at the upper edge, then they just catch the chin and are drawn up over the cheeks, catching the wide brim of the hat on either side right above the ears, or even in front of them. Such an arrangement is piquant. It looks odd, anyhow, and, when you come to think of it, it is the only way to manage a veil with the enormous hats worn, especially those whose brims are liable to start straight up unexpectedly, precipice-like. The veil is absolutely necessary to keep hair and skin looking well. A veil should be worn even with the little close hats, the brims of which are turned straight back and punched in scallops all around, and which offer no edge to keep the veil from crossing the face so close that the eyelashes are caught. At least select a very fine one. When it comes to getting a serviceable wide veil, you will do well to take a look at the nets at the lace counters before you try the veils themselves. You are more than likely to get a durable net and one of fine width, and, incidentally, it will cost you about half as much. Just plain black silk net, like wash blonde, only black, and silk makes a most becoming veil. Bo does point d’esprit, too. W T ash blonde in white makes a veil and scarf combined and wears well, and some very fine crepes and chiffons shown for dress goods make most becoming veils. Copyright, isn.

SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

A Neglected American Poet—Author of “The Old Oaken Bucket.** Many a writer has wakened of a morning to find that some little song or sketch which he struck off hurriedly under the stress of great feeling, has reached a fame that was denied to those more pretentious productions in which was embodied the fruit of deep research, and over which were spent hours of careful thought and conscientious toil. John Howard Payne, the brilliant essayist, dramatist and poet, is forgotten in the author of the single oharming lyric, “Home, Sweet Home.” And all the fame that Samuel Woodworth, poet, editor and novelist, ever received, is merged into a reputation he achieved as the author of ‘The Old Oaken Bucket.” Samuel Woodworth was born January 18, 1785, in Scituate, Plymouth County, Massachusetts. His ancestors were early inhabitants of this place. His youth was distinguished by his fondness for poetry and books. After a meagre common school education, which'ended at the age of 14, he was placed under the Rev. Nehemiah Thomas for another year’s study. His family, however, were poor, and he was obliged to go out into the world and do for himself. Going to Boston, he bound himself to Beniamin Russell, editor of the “Columbian Sentinel.” During his apprenticeship, whieh lasted until 1806, he adopted thenomde plume of “Seline,” under which signature he sent his poetic effusions to the different periodicals of the day. While working in the printing office he published a juvenile paper, “The Fly.” In 1804 he made the acquaintance of another young brother poet, in the person of John Howard Payne. The friendship begun so early lasted through life.

Going to New Haven be published (1807) the “Belles Lettres Repository.” The next year he went to Baltimore, and contributed to various papers in that oitv. An Inveterate rover, the year 1809 saw him in Now York, where he was married a year later. During the war of 1818, he conduoted “The War,” a New York weekly paper, whose specialty was detailed accounts of American victories. A follower of the doctrines of Swedenborg, ho was, about this time, editor of the “New Jerusalem Missionary and Intellectual Repository.” la 1816 he wrote a novel entitled, “Champions of Freedom,” based on the war with Great Britain. This novel was published in two volumes. It was followed by “The Confessions of a Sensitive Man.” He also wrote several plays, and an opera, the “Forest Rose," which had considerable vogue in its day. Among the papers he edited were: “The Casket,” “The Parthenon" and “The Literary Gazette.” In 1828, he was associated with George P. Morris in the establishment of the “New York Mirror.”

In regard to the off-disputed origin of the “Old Oaken Bucket,” George M. Young, in a sketch of Woodworth, published in the “New England Mdguzine." January, 1892, gives the following version, on the authority of a member of Woodworth’s family: *The poem was written in the summer of 1817. The family was llvimr at that time in Duane street, New York. The poet came home to dinner one very warm day, having walked from his office near the foot of Wall street. Being much heated with the exercise, he drank a glkss of water from the pump, exolaiming as he placed the tumbler on the table: ‘That is refreshing; but how much more refreshing would it be to take a good draught this day from the old oaken buoket I left hanging in my father’s well at home.’ Hearing this, the poet’s wife, who was also a suggestive body, said: ‘Beline, why would not that be a pretty subjeot for a poemf’ The poet took the lines, and under the inspdratlon of the moment sat down and poured out from his heart the beautiful lines of the poem.” ' In 1886 he suffered a strobe of paralysis, frtm which he never felly recovered. He died Dee. 9, 1848. aged 07. His jAiblic life was marred by a great many adversities, but the happiness of his domestic existence more than balanced his many trials. A kinder father never lived than he was to his ten children. The present writer remembers to have seen once in an old boob-store an old volume entitled “Old Merchants of New York,” written by one Barrett, in which there was a passage concerning Woodworth, and the mad poet, McDonald Clarke, who, it seems, were friends.' The passage was to the effect that some New York retail house—dry goods, presum-ably-employed the talents of the two unfortunate poets to celebrate in verse the wares sold over its counters. If this be true, and there is not much reason to doubt it, it is another painful illustration of how many a man of fine literary ability has been obliged to lend his genius to these cheap occasions that promised in return the means of procuring (he necessaries of life. When John Howard Payne returned to America in 1862 from his foreign histrionic and literary successes, the literati of New York City tendered him a dinner. The dinner took place on Dec. 1 of that year. Woodworth, Payne’s old friend, wrote an address of welcome for the occasion, which was recited by J. J. Adams, a prominent actor of the time. It is fitting to conclude this sketch with selections from it. For those selections we are indebted to Gabriel Harrison’s admirable work, “The Life of John Howard Payne. ”

paYxb’s welcome. Braid the wreath, the chaplet twine, Weave the laurel with the vine, Taste and mirth shall here combine To grace our revelry. Native genius claims our praise. Tell his worth in tuneful lays, • Crown him with o’crshadowing bays, Blooming verdantly. Freedom’s sons who ocase to roam Thus receive a welcome home, Here beneath her temple’s dome, Where her nnthems swell. List to him whose magic quill Moulds our passions to his will, Making feeling's sweetest thrill, YVe th'e tribute pay. List to him whose classic lyre Can the oldest heart inspire With a glow of patriot fire, That can ne’er decay. «*»**♦* Hail him welcome to the shores Where bright Freedom’s eagle soars, Where her temple’s open doors Weloome all the free; Where, in academic bowers, Shadowed by ber loveliest flowers, Once he passed the sweetest hours Of careless infancy. Bard, beloved of all the nine, Minstrel of the lyre divine, Fadeless honor* shall bo thine Through futurity.

Take the wreath from friendship’s haod« Woven by this festive band. * Welcome to thy native land— Land of Liberty. Let us, too, weave a wreath with friendly hand, not in joyousness, but rather in sorrow, and lay it on the tomb of the forgotten man.—[William Sidney Hillyer, in Standard Union.

Milk at Coat to the Poor.

A dairy among coal-shoots and lum-ber-yards would do supposably a dairy out of place, but these are the surroundings of a particular milk depot in New York city, bocause it is in close proximity to a poor quarter. A stream of little girls and boys, young mothers and old women, carrying pitchers, mugs, tin pails, demijohns, and nondescript vessels, has for objeotive point a straggling wooden structure built on a pier which juts into the East River at the foot of Third Street. All are bent on buying milk, for et this dairy the price of milk by tho quart is four cents. It is the very best milk which can be had, and of the precise quality ueed at the Waldorf. The herd of Jerseys furnishing this milk was inspected by the leading veterinary authority, and every day’s supply is tested. It seems hard to believe that people in New York pay every year a million of dollars for the water used in adulterating milk. This dilution would be a matter of no great difference to adults, but when it is given to children, there being so small a percentage of nutrients in it, the little ones starve. It is good to tee the extent of the penny-a-glasa business, the glass being a big tumbler holding over a pint, and It is a fluid much absorbed in this way by the coal-hoavers. But the dairy does not do an exclusive crude milk business. The main object in establishing this dairy is to supply infants with sterilized milk. When milk is brought up to a temperature of 70 ° C. which is 158 0 F., the milk is not perceptibly changed, but the germs of disoase, which give children cholera infantum or other serious complaints, are destroyed. This process of heating milk is knowuas pasteurizing. In this dairy there is a sterilizing iplant, and all day long milk is being pasteurized. The cost of it is six oents a quart. The method of work, though simple enough, requires some skill and absolute cleanliness. Innumerable precautions are taken with the milk Itself and with the foedlng-botlles. For vory young ohildren the milk has to be used diluted according to the physician’s formula. Dr. R. G Freeman, of the Roosevelt Hospital, who has thoroughly studied the subject of the sterilizatiou of milk at low temperatures, has given this milk depot much of his attention.

Food Opportunities Wasted.

A unique opportunity for eating an extinct monster was lost when the Siberian mammoth was discovered, incased in ice—the first Instance, we suppose, of frozen meat on reoord. But, in the matter of flesh, the proverb of 1 ‘ One man’e meat is another man’s poison" still holds good. We are glad to avail ourselvos of the fruits and vegetables of distant countries, but we cannot bring ourselves to eat their meat, any more than they can be Induced sometimes to eat ours. There is no real reason why a puppy, properly bred and fed, should not be as good as a rabbit; but what Englishman could eat a pappy ? Nor is It a merely sentimental prejudloe. It needed the terrible starvation of besieged Paris to induoe Europeans to oat rats and mice, which the ordinary Chinaman regards as daintios. It is said, with what truth we know not, that since the siege of Paris the taste of the Parisian has been attracted toward such strange moats as horse and donkey flesh, and that the price of horsemeat per pound is considerably higher now thau beef or mutton. The flesh of mares was always eaten by the Tartars, also by the South American Indians, and, to a oertuin extent, by their sucoessom, the Gauohos. The latter have a theory that horse flesh not only preserves but whitens the teeth. It is hard to imagine bow it can be preferred to beef, for, besides its disagreeWe color, it has a curiously astringent taste. We eat eels, but cannot be induced to touch snakes; shrimps, bat npt spiders. Other people—Bushmen and New Caledonians—are said to enjoy spiders; and we have heard of a German—a scientific German, of course—who spread them on his bread like butter; but the taste is not a European one, any more than a taste for caterpillars, cockchafers, ants, and wireworms, all of which aro eaten in different parts of the globe.—[The Spectator.

Grasshoppers on Toast.

"Ever cat any grasshopper?” asked John Mills, at the Paciflo Hotel in Pomona, Cal., the other day, while con* versing with a reporter of the Progress. “ You never did? Then you don’t know what luxury is. Talk about your fricaseed frogs, pate de foie gras, and all the rest of your hifalutln’ French flxin’s! They just ain’t in it at all with a big, fat Kansas hopper, done brown in fresh country butter. I was onoe traveling from Bt. Joe to Wichita when the hqppers swooped down on Kansas like a horde of hungry office-holders on a Pres-ident-elect. When they finished feeding and hopped up on the barbed-wire fence to pick their teeth and talk it over, the country looked like the burned distriot in Chicago after the big fire. I had a new green wagon with red wheels, and the hoppers ate every bit of paint off it and gnawed the woodwork. They ate all the blacking off my harness, the tails off my horses, and I had to keep my dog under a tarpaulin to prevent them devouring him raw. You never sow such appetites. They got into my commissary department and made away with everything but a stone jar of butter I bad bought in St. Joe. I didn’t have a oent, and It was two days’ drive to Wichita. Couldn't live on butter, you know, so I concluded to play for even. I built a fire, put my skillet over it and dropped in half a half a pound of the dyspepsia provoker. It was a- on frying and sizzling away at a great rate, and the hoppers were hopping into it, sixty a second. I let ’em fry about a minute, then I removed ’em and sat down to give my stomach a surprise party. Well, sir, the hind legs were the finest meat I ever ate. They had an excellent game flavor and tasted like mountain brook trout. I fared sumptuously a ter thut, and found the journey far too short. I had always been sorry for St John, whose diet had been locusts and wild honey, but I tell you he knew his business. If a locust i» anything like a Kansas hopper the original pathfinder had no kick coming.” For cleaning silver the best thing is plaster of paris moistened with water and rubbed on the metal with a cloth. Before it is dry take a piece of soft flannel and some of the dry powder and polish off. This treatment will remove stains and m-ike the silver look like new. It will inaka tin look like silver.

FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.

ONE OF TIIE QUEER THINGS. It’s very strange, it seems to me, The things the doctors say. We know that little doggies bark And that all horses neigh. And yet when’er I catch a cold The doctors all remark That it is proper, being hoarse, For me to have a bark. —[Carlyle Smith in St. Louis Republic.

THE PBWEE. The pewee belongs to the fly-catchers, and is the earliest of those birds to arrive north in spring. The different species of this family have the characteristic of perching on a prominent point of a bush or tree, uud suddenly darting forth and snapping up an insect on the wing, when they return to their post of observation to await for the next morsel that comes in sight. They are very dexterous in the pursuit and capture. The flycatchers can hardly be called singers, but they have n variety of single notes more or less musical.—[Detroit Free Press. AN INTERESTING FAMILY. It seemed to be a ball of closely packed wool or brown hair, about an inch in diameter, moving steadily along on the path. As there was no wind and no upparcut explanation of the movement of this mysterious body, I approached nearer, upon which it ceased moving, and was to all appearanoe just what it had at first seemed to be. Knowing that there must be life in or about it somewhere, I proceeded to poke it with my umbrella Just as the tip of the staff was about to touch it the objoct instantly spread out several inches in all directions, the whole mass again becoming motionless. In the centre of the figure thus formed was revealed a large spider ready to do battle for its young, the surrounding patch of brown matter which had radiated from it being composed of myriads of little spiders, each so small that a single ono alone would scarcely have been discernible to the eye.— [Harper’s Young People.

A QUEER LITTLE QUAKER CUSTOM. Near the city of Philadelphia there are a few quaint old villages where Quakers and Quaker customs uro to be found just as they wore in the days of good old William Penn. You have no Idea how odd some of those customs are. A few days ngo, a New York lady was traveling through one of these little villages, and, being tired, she stopped at an old brick farm-house to rest. Immediately there came out a little girl, dressed all in C, who invited her to come in the e and have a cup of tea and some cakes. When the Indy had partaken of her refreshment and turned to go, she offered the old-fashioned maid in gray some candy out of a sweet meat box which she carriod at her belt. “No, I thank thee,” said the little one bashfully. “I thank thoe—but no.” “Please take the candy,” urged the lady. "I want to give it to you because you have been so kind to me." For a minute the little one hesitated. She put out her hand, as if yielding to temptation, and then drew it bock resolutely, os she said: “I thank thee, no. I may not take the candy now, because when thee asked me first, if I would have some, I told thee no, and now I may not take any until thee comes somoother day.”—[New York Ledger. CYNTHIA. She was Little Boy Blue’s choicest treasure. He loved her better than anyone except pupa and mamma. Cynthia was the dearest armful of rag dolly that ever comfoited a little boy at bedtime. She was so much dearer than a doll with a head of china or wax, that would break all to pieces if you wanted to use her for a drum-stick on the stove or happened to drop her out of the window. Sometimes, after they had gone to bed, Cynthia seemed restless, and then Little Boy Blue would oaty: “Cynfy wants a drink, mamma.” So’ mamipa would bring a little water in a> mug, and after he had given Cynthia all she wanted Little Boy Blue would drink the rest himself. Sometimes in the dark hours of the night a little voice would ory: “Mammal Mamma! Please wake up quick! I lost Cynfy!” and poor sleepy mamma would creep out of bed and fumble about under the crib until she could recover the lost child. Then Little Boy Blue would soothe Cynthia until she dropped off to sleep again. When Unole John came hone from college he was so kind that Little Boy Blue felt he must be generous, too, so ho said: “You want Cynfy sleep with you?” Then everyone laughed, and Uncle John said: “I’m afraid I might snore and wake her up.” Little Boy Blue looked so grieved, Uncle John hastened to add: “But if you could spare her” “Yes, indeed 1” cried the little boy. When bedtime came Little Boy Blue looked so sober, Uncle John said: “Now I’m not going to bed for some time; wouldn’t you like to take Cynthia till I come up?” And the smiles dimpled all over the face of Little Boy Blue os he answered: “S’poie I mightl” So Cynthia had two bed fellows that night.—[Our Little Ones.

QUARRELSOME BIRDS. "Mamma !’’ called little Edith Bowen, one day iu May, "come here quick !” “What is the matter, dear ?” asked mamma. “Why-ee, mamma, I do believe the birds are quarrelling. I thought ‘Birds in their little nests agree.’” "So they do; but you see these birds are not in their little nest. That is what is the matter. Two birds want the same nest or place to build one; and neither will give up to the other.” “Well, I didn't know before that birds were like folks. Just see how they peck each other; and they scream and talk back ! Mamma, they ought to be put in some corner until they say they will be good. What arc all those other birds doing, mamma ? They look like a crowd of boys around two boys that are fighting, telling first one and then another to ‘hit him again.’” “That is just what they are doing.” "Mamma, don’t they know that is wrong? They are just like bad children.” “No, they don’t know it is wrong to be selfish and to quarrel; but you do, and yet ” “Mamma, I’m sorry I wouldn’t let Ned have‘Mother Goose.’ He may have it now. I’m glad I know what is right and what is wrong. Which bird will give up first, mamma ?” “The weaker one; but it is the other way with little girls and boys. It is the strong one that gives up first. I mean ‘strong to do right!’ {Our Little Ones.