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%mMion This Week, 2,725.

-i JIASTER denouncing U. S. bonds and y^i'hose who Issued them for 20 or 30 years, amusing to see the Kentucky Demo- .. orats indorse ft bond issue of $162,-^V"-900,000 in a time of profound peace and

Dfee Cleveland-Morgan-Belmont-Roth-fr'^ cfcilds bond syndicate.

®TNUM made five campaigns as a silver xSwmpion and he starts on his first gold i®pe July 20th. He probably consoles 2irimself with the fact that Democratic s:-g tatesman do not have to hold consistent -NCPJ^WS two consecutive campaigns. The aim and policy is to "get office" vend capture "the spoils." If consistency

-was the ouiy jewel Byuum would go una--kerned. grT.i.TKots is the first State to adopt the -^Torrens systim of land transfers, under ifhich the change of ownership in real *Mtate can he be made as readily as in */stock certificates. Any person may preheat his abstract and other evidence of title to the recorder and obtain a certlfi--trctte of ownership, a duplicate thereof be"li. ng placed on record and at« each 'subsefuent sale, the existing certificate will be •••--surrendered and another one issued to •atke new owner. Itis optional with ^the -vcanties to adopt the system, aud also individuals t® bring their land within d»-v£^eration.

GOVERNOR CLAUDE MATTHEWS, of In--diaua, is now in New York with his family. Ostensibly he is on a pleasure trip, JEiut has a weather eve out for his presidential boom, which was sprung recently. Just now it looks like he is the coming -cman in the Democratic party. If.the tendencies do not change by next year the presidential candidates will be Benjamin

Harrison for the Republicans and Claude Matthews for the Democrats. It would cte a big card for Indiana, as she would y&en have another president sure. Unless •there is a political revolution, though, in -j,he next 16 months Harrison would win .A&ands down.

THE Kansas City Journal says: "Mr. SBynum will take the stump in Indiana i-iior the administration's financial policy. *•'&£.[ -this does not bring an appointment '.Mr. Bynum will be forced to the ex^camity of advocating a third preside. ^•&ftl term."

Bynum has so persistently and continuously been running after office since his -defeat last fall that even good friends are -asing respect for him. People get tired -ef seeing a man always a suppliant for an office. It implys lack of ability to take .rsare of one's self in private business to be always seeking an office. If people do a.ot rank one sufficiently higl'i to occasionally draft them into the public service, why let them go. One should re--ctaiu his own self respect and that of his ieilowman by not always being out for every office in sight.

THE grain gamblers of Chicago are now -v,raaning the price of wheat down. A few weeks ago reports were sent out claiming that there was no old wheat in the country and that this year's crop was almost a total failure. The price rose rapidly «,nd thousands of suckers through the country bought July wheat at high .prices and are still holding it. Now the gamblers have another purpose in view.

They desire that wheat sell lower and ^4.hey are announcing that winter wheat •will make an average crop and that the spring wheat is unusually good. This •3ias made prices lower and the Chicago -speculators are reapiDg a harvest. Cannot laws be passed whereby people could not be robbed in this wholesale manner? ,2!t won't do to say the country people •-ought not to invest in margins. They will do it. One might excuse horse 'Stealing on the grounds that every man varbo did not lock his barn and then keep. watch ought to have his ho' se stolen

There is no doubt of the fact people need /-is be protected from themselves. A WELL at Stamford, Conn., from qvhich a milkman used water, is responsible for 500 cases of typhoid fever, from -.which 24 deaths resulted. The typhoid »season of the year is again approaching and every precaution should be taken to -guaTd agrtiust it. In a majority of the •cases the disease is caused by contaminated water, and such being the case it can be largely prevented. Let Greenfield's Board of Health be especially vig--31 ant to see that oar city is in the best ?.po8sible sanitary condition. Some people and some papers are in the habit of "Ridiculing and attempting to belittle the ^proper efforts of our City Board of Health eta bring about better sanitation. Such a ^course is detrimental to the best interests of our city. The Board of Health should be assisted and encouraged in the {•good work of making our city healthier •^aod a more desirable place in which to ir live. It is good now, in fact, far out: cranking the majority of cities in the '43tate, but it can be made better, as no .««ne ever heard of a city becoming too ^healthy. Let every one look after their i»wn premises very carefully.

THE Democrat almost every week and w#he Tribune occasionally are attacking of the city officers or the Council •tttaA Att» m':

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city administration moves on in its good work regardless of these petty attacks. We desire to say that while occasional mistakes of judgement may have been made, this administration stands out and will stand out as the most liberal and progressive the city has ever had. As a result of condemming the old Dunbar corner, Greenfield has secured one of the handsomest business blocks in the State. Several excellent new residences and two nice large dwellings which have been remodeled from the old buildings moved away. Cement sidewalks have been put in that are the pride of all our citizens, streets have been improved, a city built.ing is now going up, and one of the finest High school buildiDgs in the State will be erected this summer. The water works have been put in and many other things done to add to the reputation of our city. Go where you will Greenfield is spoken of as a progressive, enterprising prosperous city with an administration that is not to be deterred from this good

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the nerve to do do their duty. We also desire to commend the rest of the officers and the Council. They havej done well and better yet are improving all the time.

ANew Kind ot Wheat.

J. W. Comstock has brought a new variety of wheat to the

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has been less lawlessness here«on Sunday myself, and after awhile, looking down, and at all other times, than during any I saw that there were officers of the law administration. Greenfield is scrutinizing me, supposing no doubt I mm known "dry town" on Sunday was a German and looking at those gates

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Mr. John Goidon, Jr., of Cleveland, O., and Miss JMay E. Finley, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Finley, were united in marriage at the Methodist Protestant parsonage in Muncie, lnd„ on Wednesday evening, June 26, 1895, in the presence of a few friends of the contracting parties. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. J. H. C. McKinney. pastor of good novels that are long, so, I suppose, the First M. P. church of Muncie. The there may be good novels that are short, best wishes of their many friends will accompany the happy couple during their wedded life.

Murali Represent.

The Herald ia soetkia-i of the Demo cratic Editorial Association says, Ephraim Marsh, Dr. S. S. Boots and wife represent the Herald.

The Democrat contained the following: "Eph Ma-=h left this morning to attend the meeting of the Democratic editors at Lake Maxincukee. The Democrat will be represented."

Mr. G. Caillouette, Druggist, Beaversville, 111., says: "To Dr. King's New Discovery I owe my life. Was taken with La Grippe and tried all the physicians for miles about, but of no avail and was given up and told I could not live. Having Dr. King's New Discovery in my store, I sent for a bottle and began its use, and from the first dose began to get better, aud after using three bottles was up and about again. It is worth its weight in gold. We won't keep store or house without it." Get a free trial at M. Q. Quigley's drug store. 14yl

A Valuable Hen.

Wm. Temple, who lives on Wood street, has a valuable hen, if she would just keep the record she made last Thun day. On that day she went to her accustomed nest to "lay." but instead c-f the usual one egg, she left three of the usual fize in the nett, one of which was a "double." If this hen holds out,: Mr. Temple hasa fortune. The above i.«rga true story, and was told us by a persSn who saw the eggs.

A Kew"Aridition to the Aloliawk School Bouse.

Trustee W. H. Thompson has let the contract to W. H. Alger and T. C. Thompson for the addition of another room to the Mohawk school house. It will be 20x42 feet and will give double the capacity of the preseut building. Hancock county is steadily gaining in the number of school children and also in the number of flnel brick school houfe%

They Have Arrived.

The new air pumps to be used at the Water Works station, have arrived and are being put in position. J. N. Chester, who represents the Worthingtou Pump Co., manufacturers of the pumps, is hete with a force of men, and in a few days the pumps will be in working order. •V

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GATES TO PERDITION.

HOW THEY SWING IN TO GIVE ENTRANCE TO THE DOOMED.

BeT. Dr. Ttlmage on Impure Literature, the Dissolute Dance, Indiscreet Attiro and Alcoholic Beverage—Great Evils of

Society—God's Infinite Mercy.

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NEW YORK, June 80.—In his sermon for today Dr. Talmago chose a momentous and awful topic, "The Gates of Hell,'' the text selected being the familiar passage in Matthew xvi, 18, "The gates of hell shall not prevail against it."

Entranced, until we could endure no more of the splendor, we have often gazed at the shining gates, the gates of pearl, the gates of heaven. But we are for awhile to look in the opposite direction and see, swinging open and shut, the gates of helL

I remember, when the Franco-Prussian war was going on, that I stood one day

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which is quite fine. It is one of the nine kinds he got out of his Sonora wheat last year. A small quantity of this peculiar variety was sowed last fall with no especial care and the yield has been unexpectedly large. Notwithstanding this is a poor wheat year, this wheat stood the winter well and in the spring grew rank and vigorous. No kind of bugs or insects bothered it. The straw is large aud long and capable of standing even in black soil, the wheat standing as high as an average man's shoulders, and as it began to ripen it turned a bluish or purplish color. The head is large and so well filled that the meshes all stand apart like one's fingers and the beard is long and and strong. The grain is quite hard, of good size, and in color about half way between a red and white wheat. Mr. Comstock will have about three bushels of this wheat which he will sow this fall with great care and an abundance of fertilizer. {Married.

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I shall tell you of both sides, and I shall tell yon what those gates are made of. With the hammer of God's truth I shall pound on the brazen panels, and with the lantern of God's truth I shall flash a light npon the shining hinges.

A Mighty Gate For the Lost.

Gate the First.—Impure literature. Anthony Comstock seized 20 tons of bad books, plates and letterpress, and when our Professor Cochran of the Polytechnic institute poured the destructive acids on those plates they smoked in the righteous annihilation, and yet a great deal of the bad literature of the day is not gripped of the law. It is strewn in your parlors. It is in your libraries. Some of your children read it at night after they have retired, the gas burner swung as near as possible to their pillow. Much of this literature is under the title of scientific information. A book agent with one of these infernal books, glossed over with scientific nomenclature, went into a hotel and sold in one day 100 copies and sold them all to women! It is appalling that men and women who can get through their family physician all the useful information they may need, and without any contamination, should wade chin deep through such accursed literature under the plea of getting useful knowledge, and that printing presses, hoping to be called decent, lend themselves to this infamy. Fathers and mothers, be not deceived by the title, "medical works." Nine-tenths of those books come hot from the lost world, though they may have on them the names of the publishing houses of New York, Chicago and Philadelphia. Then there is all the novelette literature of the day flung over the land by the million. As there are

and so there may be a good novelette, but it is the exception. No one—mark this—110 one systematically reads the average novelette of tliis day and keeps 1 either integrity or virtue. Tho most of these novelettes are written by broken down literary men for small compensation, on the principle that, having failI ed in literature elevated and pure, they hope to succeed in the tainted and nasty,

Oh, this is a wide gate of hell! Every panel is made out of a bad book or newspaper. Every hinge is the interjoined type of a corrupt printing press. Every bolt or lock of that gate is made out of tho plate of an unclean pictorial. In other words, there area million men and women in tho United States today reading themselves into hell!

When in one of our cities a prosperous family fell into ruins through the misdeeds of one of its members, the amazed mother said to the officer of the law: "Why, I never supposed there was anything wrong. I never thought there could be anything wrong.'' Then she sat weeping in silence for some time and said: "Oh, I Lave got it now I I know, I know I I found in her bureau after she went away a bad book. That's what slew her." These leprous booksellers have gathered up the catalogues of all the male and female seminaries in the United States, catalogues containing the names and residences of all the students, and circulars of death are sent to every one, without any exception. Can you imagine anything more deathful? There is not a young person, male or female, or an old person, who has not had offered to him or her a bad book or a bad picture. Scour your house to find out whether there are any of these adders coiled on your parlor center table, or coiled amid the toilet set on the dressing case. I adjure you before the sun goes down to explore your family libraries with an inexorable scrutiny. Remember that one bad book or bad picture may do the work for eternity. I want to arouse all your suspicions about novelettes. I want to put you on the watch against everything that may seem like surreptitious correspondence through the postoffice. I want you to understand that impure literature is one of the broadest, highest, mightiest gates of the let

Improper Dancing.

Gate the Second. —The dissolute dance. You shall not divert to the general subject of dancing. Whatever you may think of the parlor dance or the method' ic motion of jhe body to sounds of music in the family or the social circle, I am not now discussing that question. I •want yon to unite with me this hour in recognizing the fact that there is a dissolute dance. Yon know of what I speak. It is seen not only in the low haunts of d?aCh foitf in ejega&t ntansions. It itf thfe first step to'eterh^l jrtin tot a great i|itkititilde of both $exes. You knpw, my friends, what postures uud fivva Its:

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attitudes and figures are suggested of the deviL They who glide into the dissolute dance glide over an inclined plane, and the dance is swifter and swifter, wilder and wilder, until, with the speed of lightning, they whirl off the edges of a decent life into a fiery future. This gate of hell swings across the axminster of many a fine parlor and across the ballroom of the summer watering place. You have no right, my brother, my sister, you have no right to take an attitude to the sound of music which would be unbecoming in the absence of music. No Chickering grand of city parlor or fiddle of mountain picnic can consecrate that which God hath cursed.

Gate the Third.—Indiscreet apparel. The attire of woman for the last few years has been beautiful and graceful beyond anything I have known, t»ut there are those who will always carry that which is right into the extraordinary and indiscreet. I charge Christian women, neither by style of dress nor adjustment of apparel, to become administrative of evil. Perhaps none else will dare to tell you, so I will tell yon that there are multitudes of men who owe their eternal damnation to what has been at different times the boldness of womanly attire. Show me the fashion plates of any age between this and the time of Louis XVI of France and Henry VIII of England, and I will tell yon the type of morals or immorals of that age or that year. No exception to it. Modest apparel means a righteous people. Immodest apparel always means a contaminated and depraved society. Yon wonder that the city of Tyre was destroyed with such a terrible destruction. Have you ever seen the fashion plate of the city of Tyre? I will show it to yon: "Moreover, the Lord saith, because the daughters of Zion are haughty and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet, in that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments about their feet, and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon, the rings and nose jewels, the changeable suits of apparel, and the mantles, and the wimplesvand the crisping pins."

That is the fashion plate of ancient Tyre. And do you wonder that the Lord God in his indignation blotted out the city, so that fishermen today spread their nets where that city once stood?

A Stupendous Gate.

Gate the Fourth.—Alcoholic beverage. Oh, the wine cup is

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purity The officers of the law tell us that nearly all the men who go into the shambles of death go in intoxicated, the mental and the spiritual abolished, that the brute may triumph. Tell me that a young man drinks, :d I know the whole

story. If he beeomcs a captive of the wine cup, he will become a captive of all other vices. Only give him time. No one ever runs drunkenness alone. That is a carrion crow that goes in a flock, and when yon see that beak ahead you may know the other beaks are coming. In other words, the wine cup unbalances and dethrones one's better judgment, and leaves one the prey of all the evil appetites that may choose to alight upon his soul. There is not a place of any kind of sin in the United States today that does not find its chief abettor in the chalice of inebriety. There is either a drinking bar before, or one behind, or one above, or one underneath. These people escape legal penalty because they are all licensed to sell liquor. The courts that license the sale of strong drink license gambling houses, license libertinism, license disease, license death, license all sufferings, all crimes, all despoliations, all disasters, all murders, all woe. It is the courts and the legislature that are swinging wide open this grinding, creaky, stupendous gate of the lost.

But you say: "You have described these gates of hell and shown us how they swing in to allow the entrance to the doomed. Will you not, please, before yon get through the sermon, tell us how these gates of hell may swing out to allow the escape of the penitent?" I reply, But very few escape. Of the thousand that go in 999 perish. Suppose one of these wanderers should knock at your door. Would you admit her? Suppose you knew where she came from. Would you ask her to sit down at your dining table? Would you ask her to become the governess of your children? Would you introduce her among your acquaintanceships? Would you take the responsibility of pulling on the outside of the gate of hell while the pusher on the inside of the gate is trying to get out? You would not. Not one of a thousand of you would dare to do so. You would write beautiful poetry over her sorrowrs and weep over her misfortunes, but give her practical help you never wilL But, you say, "Are there no wrays by which the wanderer may escape?" Oh, yes 1 Three or four. The one way is the sewing girl's garret, dingy, cold, hunger blasted. But, you say, "Is there no other way for her to escape?" Oh, yes! Another way is the street that leads to the river at midnight, the end of the city dock, the moon shining down on the water making it look so smooth she wonders if it is deep enough. It is. No boatman near enough to hear the plunge. No watchman near enough to pick her out before she sinks the third time. No other way? Yes by the curve of the railroad at the point where the engineer of the lightning express train cannot see a hundred yards ahead to the form that lies across the track. He may whistle "down brakes," but not soon enough to disappoint the one who seeks her death. But, you say, "Isn't God good, and won't he forgive?" Yes, but man will not, woman will not, society, will not. The church of God says it will, but it will not. Our work, then, must be prevention rather than cure, •j**

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Those gates of hell are to be prostrated just as certainly as God. and the.pible are true, but it will not be done until Christian nien and \yomen, quitting their piudery ttfid BQtiOftwiShnoas iii this knattet^ rally* tho",whole 'tjhiistiaii'-ciSti4

ment of the church and assail these great evils of society. The Bible utters its denunciation in this direction again and again, and yet the piety of the day is such a namby pamby sort of thing that you cannot even quote Scripture without making somebody restless. As long as this holy imbecility reigns in the church of God, sin will laugh you to scorn. I do not know but that before the church wakes up matters will get worse and worse, and that there will have to be one lamb sacrificed from each of the most carefully guarded folds, and the wave of uncleanness dash to the spire of the village church and the top of the cathedral tower.

Prophets and patriarchs and apostles and evangelists and Christ himself have thundered against these sins as against no other, and yet there are those who think we ought to take, when we speak of these subjects, a tone apologetic. I put my foot on all the conventional rhetoric on this subject, and I tell yon plainly that unless you give np that sin your doom is sealed, and world without end you will be chased by the anathemas of an incensed God. I rally you to a besiegement of the gates of hell. We want in this besieging host no soft sentimentalists, but men who are willing to take and give hard knocks. The gates of Gaza were carried off, the gates of Thebes were battered down, the gates of Babylon were destroyed, and the gates of hell are going to be prostrated.

The Christianized printing press will be rolled up as the chief battering ram. Then there will be a long list of aroused pnlpits, which shall be assailing fortresses, and God's redhot truth shall be the flying ammunition of the contest, and the sappers and the miners will lay the train under these foundations of sin, and at just the right time God, who leads on tho fray, will cry, "Down with the gates!" and the explosion beneath will be answered by all the trumpets of God on high, celebrating universal victory.

But there may be one wanderer that would like to have a kind word calling homeward! I have told you that society has no mercy. Did I hint, at'an earlier point in this subject, that God will have mercy upon any wanderer who would like to come back to the heart of infinite love?,

A Lost Wanderer.

A cold Christmas night in a farmhouse. Father comes in from the barn, knocks the snow from his shoes and sits down by the fire. The mother sits at the stand knitting. She says to him, "Do you remember it is the anniversary tonight?" The father is angered. He never wants any allusion to the fact that one had gone away, and the mere suggestion that it was the anniversary of that sad event made him quite rough, although the tears ran down his cheeks. The old house dog that had played with the wanderer when she was a child comes up and puts his head on the old man's knee, but he roughly repulses the dog. He wants nothing to remind him pf .the anniversary day.

A cold winter night in a city church. It is Christmas night. They have been decorating the sanctuary. A lost wanderer of the street, with thin shawl about her, attracted by the warmth and light, comes in and sits near the door. The minister of religion is preaching of him who was wounded for our transgressions and bruised for our iniquities, and the poor soul by the door said: "Why, that must mean me! 'Mercy for the chief of sinners braised for our iniquities wounded for our transgressions.'

The music that night in the sanctuary brought back the old liymn which she used to sing when, with father and mother, she worshiped God in the village church. The service over, the minister went down the aisle. Slio said to him: "Were those words for me? 'Wounded for our transgressions.' Was that for me:" The man of God understood her not. He knew not how to comfort a shipwrecked soul, and he passed 011, and he passed out. The poor wanderer followed into the street.

Return of the Lost.

"What are you doing here, Meg?" said the police. "What are you doing here tonight?" "Oh," she replied, "I was in to warm myself." And then the rattling cough came, and she held to the railing until the paroxysm was over. She passed on down the street, falling from exhaustion, recovering herself again, until after awhile she reached the outskirts of the city, and passed on into the country road. It seemed so familiar. She kept on ^he road, and she saw in the distance a light in the window. Ah, that light had been gleaming there every night since she went away. On that country road she passed until she came to the garden gate. She opened it and passed np the path where she played in childhood. She came to the steps and looked in at the fire on the hearth. Then she put her fingers to the latch. Oh, if that door had been locked she would have perished on the threshold, for she was near to death! But that door had not been locked since the time she went away. She pushed open the door. She went in and lay down on the hearth by the fire. Tho old house dog growled as he saw her enter, but there was something in the voice he recognized, and he frisked about her until he almost pushed her down in his joy.

In the morning the mother came down, and she saw a bundle of rags on the hearth, but when the face was uplifted, she knew it, and it was no more old Meg of the street. Throwing her arms around the returned prodigal, she cried, "Oh, Maggie!" The child threw her arms around her mother's neck and said, "Oh, mother!" And while they were embraced a rugged form towered above them. It was the father. The severity all gone out of his face, he stooped and took her np tenderly and carried her to mother's room and laid her down on mother's bed, for she was dying. Then the lost one, looking up into her mother's face, said:

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gressions, and bruised for our illiquid ties,'" until, just before the moment of her departure, her face lighted up, showing the pardon of God had dropped upon her soul. And there she slept away on the bosom of a pardoning Jesus. So the Lord took back one whom the world rejected.

No More Wild Men In Borneo.

Mr. Van Beuren states that, contrary to the general impression abroad, Borneo is a safe place for foreigners to do business in. The native race, though piratical in its dealings with Chinese, is, on the whole, friendly to the whitesL The only industrial work the aborigines do is to raft bamboo and rattan down the rivers for the use of the estates. The most civilized class among them are the V* Dyaks, who used to be head hunters, but are now of some use to the British goveminent in the local military service Work on the plantation is done by the Chinese, Malays and Javanese.

In the intervals of tobacco fanning Mr. Van Beuren does a good deal of hunting, and his description of the gaine resources of Borneo will be of interest" to sportsmen. There are plenty of rhinoceri, of which he has killed seven, and of wild cattle, of which he has shot over 50. The ourang outang and along nosed monkey peculiar to Borneo abound. There are also elephants in the northwestern part, but these are protected by the game laws.—San Francisco Chronicle. l'{ ni

York—An Ancient Prophecy.

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Ten Miles Above Your Head.

The meteorologists are expecau,? won- 'j, ders to result from the Robert btanton Avery bequest of $150,000 to tho Smithsonian institution for the purpose of making researches in the regions of the upper air, but while the Americans are getting ready to explore the great sea of ether that surrounds Our globe M. Hermite, the French adopt in muteorological lore, is experimenting 011 his own hook. He has sent pilot balloons, canying self registering instruments, to great heights, and the automatic records made there by his thermometers, barometers and other instruments are of absorbing interest. One of the balloons, which ascended to a height of 10a miles, return-1 ed with a record which proved that it' had been in a stratum of air where the: pressure was only 4.1 inches of mercury, uid the temperature 104 degrees F., below zero. Data deducted from a long series of experiments -warrants M. Hermite in making the assertion that after a height of 12,000 feet is reached the mercury falls a degree for each 830 feet of ascent made.—St. Louis Republic.

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Lammerts Van Beuren, manager of one of the great tobacco plantations in British North Borneo, came over from Japan on the Bolgic and is on his way to his native country, Holland. The plantation of which he jflas charge covers about 10,000 acres.

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recalls an ancient saying which has long been prevalent in the north of England, in Lincolnshire, if not in Yorkshire.. It 1 runs thus:

Boston was, London is and York is to be the greatest seaport of the three." The age of this prophecy is unknown, but is undoubtedy dates to a time when Boston in Lincolnshire had recently been a rival of London as a seaport. In 1204 its shipping was next to that of London, and nearly as great. Perhaps not very long before that time it had exceeded the shipping of London.

But how "York was yet to be" the greatest seaport was a difficult problem until the settlement of America and the foundation of the New York in the new world. The English York is an inland city that has no facilities for commerce. It is nearly 100 years ago when some Lincolnshire people, recalling this ancient prophecy, decided that if York was to be a greater seaport than London it must be the American, or New, York, which commanded the most important harbor on tho entire Atlantic coast.—• Monroe in New York Sun.

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man, with snowy hair and mustache, thin face and the lisp and voice of his brother, Billy Florence, whose pride in him was an open secret to all the comedian's friends. "There's nothing against Peto," he would say, with growing confidence. "God grant there may never be!" I often think how proud he would be these days were he living to know that his brother is the only one of the old regime left at his post. The last time I ever saw Mr. Florence alive was one day, a fortnight before he died, on the street. He stopped me and demanded laughingly where I was going in such haste. "To police headquarters after a story." "To headquarters after a story?" said Mr. Florence, and then, in a joyful tone: "Maybe you'll see Peto. If yon do, give him my love."

did

yon see him last?" I asked. Yesterday, in all seriousness. And his last words called after me were,

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Be sure

and give Peto my love. "—New York Letter.

A Common Evil.

Thorn aro people who chatter and chatter When I only want to bo still, They make me as mad as a hatter

With ire my bosom they fill.

There are people who gabble and gabble Of things that I dou't want ftp hear. They martyr me so with their babble

I wish them in some other sphere.

ThMe are people .who cackle and cackle*" If Like TO'mahy'clattering geese,. Till I wish each tongue had a shackle

So I might have silence and peace. ^4

O go^sip#T that neve rare quiet, Your meaningless Jabber forego.: -j#: lfeyoU''Will consent

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