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Seven Ooid Kemh. Be ven gold roods grow toll and slim, Close by the rivet' bonded brim. Syrinx, the naiad, flitted past; Pan, the goat-hoofed, followed fast. Oa. such a race was jov to see, Swift as the flight of bird or bee. As lightly beat the girl a white feat They made strange music, low and sweet; So heavily trod the lusty Pan Ilia hoofs dashed loudly as he ran. lie spread his arms to clasp her there (Just, as she vanished into air), And to hls bosom, warm and rough, Drew the gold reeds close enough. Thou the wind's low voice began To hum in the furry ears of Pan. Out of green bark he made a tether. And bound seven joints of the reeds together, And blew a tune so sweet and clear That all the wild things came to hear. * * * * * * So, to this day. the poet’s fire Spring* out of hi* uuslaked desire, W hen love on winged feet has fled, Arui seven gold reeds are clasped instead! —Maurice Tb.mpMtn, in March Harper. Tuscan May-Day. The village girls have gone away To sing at every shrine: The whole day long they sing and pray To Mary, maid benign. 1 know so well the wsy they go, The very turns they took. And all the chants they sing I know, And every Virgin’s look. Yet should I sing with them, and stand Before the pure in -heart, Would she rot reach her holy hand To thrust me out apart? Beside the glimmering sea I sit. And watch the darkness fall: The thirsty sand drinks up in it My tears, and hide3 them all. The nearing voices swell and soar; Ave Mary! haste, Ave Mary! Before the shrine upon the shore, Tho tired singers tarry. I sang beside them at the spring, And in the weedy furrow; But here I feel I dare not sing. “Mary, Mary, Mary, Mother Mary, My heart is mad with sorrow! —A Mary F. Robinson, iu Magazine of Art for March. Tlic Ghostly Stranger. Scene—A solemn sanctum. Time —The dusk of morn. An attic room Wrapt all in gloom, Save where one beam was borne From the crescent m x>u That night to fall O’er a spectral form On the sanctum wall. Fierce roared the winter wind, And with each shriek Slow rose and fell In grotesque swell The ghost, which seemed to speak, For it swung, A hoarse and weird croak Within the room The silence broke.

A step —wide opens the door: *Tis he—the editor. Two piercing cries, He silent lies And senseless on the floor. * * * * * When he awoke. There, stiff and tall, , A towel clean Swung on the wall. —New York Star. An Invocation. Ok, gold-cup moon, brimm’d high with generous wine, Pour, pour on her your wealth Os amorous health, <-u her I call, but with what folly, mine! Oh, thyme-steeped wind, with your fine feathery broom For rare new perfumes seek Each hidden creek, And sweep them through her cool and shadowy room! Oh, treacherous tide, swirling along the cove, From China spices rare And rich silks bear To east them at the feet of her I love! Oh, fringing trees, that sing to her in sleep, Stretch, stretch your green nets wide On every side; And seize miasmas that should near her creep! Oh, bashful feet and foolish, trembling hands, Be firm, be hardy each To aid his speech When next her lover by his true lo\ s stands! Oh, stammering tongue which each warm word outstrips; Oh, timorous heart that now like dolphin dips, What though ye fail to serve? # There still is nerve For one mute, passionate pleading of the lips. -j. B. Selkirk. ■ ' i——" Oh, July—Dis Long Time. Mr. Coon, Mr. Ooon, he rack mighty fas’, Mr. Coon, Mr. Coon, heslipfroo ae grass— En yit Mr. Coon gits cotch at !&•'! Oh, July! Dis long timet Dis long time! Oh, July! Oh, July! Dis strong tune! Dis strong time! Oh, July! Mr. Rabbit, Mr. Rabbit, he ran en squot, He lif' he foot lak de groun* mighty hot — En yit Mr. Rabbit lan’s safe in de pot! Oh, July! Dis strong time! Dis strong time! Oh, July! Oh, July! Mighty long time! Mighty long time! Oh, July! Mr. Fox, Mr. Fox, he git over groun' He run cross-ways en he rim all ‘roun’— En yit Mr. Fox will be run down! Oh July! Dis wrong time! Dis long time! Oh, TTulyt Oh, July! Dis wrong time! Dis wroug time! Oh, July! Mr. Mink, Mr. Mink, he slicker dan sin, He make 'im a h<>ie en den he slip in—fin yit Mr. Mink will lose he skin! Oh, July! Mighty wrong time! Mighty wrong time! Oh, July! Oh 7 July! M ighty long time! Mighty long time! Oh, July! —Joel Chandler Harris, in February Century.

Snow Bound* The morning sun steals in with ruddy flame And gilds the arabesques upon the wU; ] rise—and hail with notes of loud acelaim The pure white curtain trailing over all. For ail nightlong the feathery flakes have dropp’d From ebon clouds upon a silent world; I aee the distant mountain peaks snow-topp’d— Beneath, lie drifts by winds fantastic whirl'd. The trees, each fairy twig divinely swathed In radiant whiteness—pure as cloistered nun— Seem in a gleaming sea of diamonds bathed, A million gems, transmuted by the sdb. Vat naught, alas! to wretched me is this— TiiLa pureness—-marble—alabaster—elulk; Fain must I quit the scene of ravishing bliss, I’ve got to go and shovel o S the walk. —Boston Courier. Tlie Night We Said Ctood-Bye* She wore white roses on her breast, White roses in her hair; In silken raiment she was dvest, P So white, so pure, so fair. The summer stars, faint golden spheres, Flashed in the purple sky; The dew lay on the flnw’rs iika tears The night we said good-bye. She wore white roses on her breast, White roses in her hair; Robed all in white she lay at rest., Bo *tall. ec. pure, so fair. •Qh, agony of lives that part! Ob, love, that you and I Jhd died together, heart to heart, The night we said good-bye! —Hfairler Wynne. The Jingle of Che fldle. How the merry sleigh-bells jingle. And there's not a gw* that’s single Rut will make her lover take her out to ride, ride, ride; And he’ll nit within the cutter, Filled with bliss he cannot utter. With Ida elbow crooked around his future bride, bride, But when she is his bride, In a sleigh she’ll never ride. Or enrich the men who keeps the Uwery*-y-*r; But U home her husband—may U - Will gently heM the babv, fTfctie shetoUtekciy brews the gladsome catnip tee, tea, tea. Bornerv{lie Journal.

THE FATHER OF HFS COUXTRI. Maxims of Washington, Without virtue and without integrity, the finest talents and thte most brilliant accomplishments can never gain the respect and conciliate the esteem of the truly valuable part of mankind. Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of eelestial Ore called conscience. A good character is the first essential in a man. It is, therefore, highly important to endeavor not only to be learned’ but virtuous. Speak not ill of the absent, it is unjust. Ingratitude, I hope, will uever constitute a part of my character, nor find a place in my bosom. 1 never wish to promise more than I have a moral certainty of performing. I shall never attempt to palliate my own foibles by exposing the error of another. I am resolved that no misrepresentations, falsehoods, or calumny shall make me swerve from what I conceive to be the strict line of duty. To persevere is one’s duty, and to be silent is the best answer to calumny. Commerce and industry are the best miues of a nation. Associate with men of good quality if you esteem your own reputation, for it is better to be alone than in bad company. Be courteous to all. but intimate with few; and let those l>e well tried before you give them your confidence. Every action in company ought to be with some sign of respect to those present It is a maxim with me not to ask what, under similar circumstances. I would not grant. Let your heart feel for the afflictions and distresses of every one. The consideration that human happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected will always continue to prompt me to promote the progress of the former by inculcating the practice of the latter. From Washington’s Writings. A different opinion on political points is not to be imputed to freemen as a fault. It is to be presumed that they are all actuated by an equally laudable aud sacred regard for the liberties of their country. Promote, as an object of primary importance, institu tioBS for the general diffusion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of the government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened. This government, the offspring of our own choice, uninfluenced and unawed, adopted, upon full investigation and mature deliberation, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers, uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and your support Respeet for authority, compliance with its laws, acquiescence in its measures, are duties enjoined by the fundamental maxims of true liberty. It is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective and individual happiness, that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it, accustoming yourself to think aud speak of it as the palladium of your political safety and prosperity. Born in a land of liberty; having early learned its value; having engaged in the perilous conflict to defend it; having, in a word, devoted the best years of my life to secure its permanent establishment in my own country, my anxious recollections, my sympathetic feelings, and my best wishes are irresistibly attracted whensoever in any country I see an oppressed nation unfurl the banner of freedom. Republicanism is not the phantom of a deluded imagination. On the contrary, laws under no other form of government are better supEarted, liberty and property better secured, or appiness more effectually dispensed to mankind.

GEORGE WASHINGTON’S MOTHER. The Homestead in Fredericksburg, Where Her Famous Son Used to Visit Her. Frederick Daniel, iu Harpers’ Magazine The house in which Mrs. Washington lived in the town is situated on Charles street, and is preserved almost as it was in her day. It contains only two rooms and a dark hall on the ground-floor, and one small attic room, reached by a winding staircase from the ball. The walls, thinly plastered on the inside, appear stained and dingy from age; the worn plank floors, the wide wooden mantel and fire place, and the narrow windows earry one back at sight to the olden time. The foundation, partly of brick and partly of large stones, is remarkably solid for such a slight superstructure, clad in narrow strips of weather-boarding, lately repainted; the roof, thatched with round-pointed shingles, and over which rises a tall brick chimney, is steep on the street side, and sloping to the rear in the form of a shed over the exit into the large garden, which contains a diminutive “kitchen.” The garden formerly embraced the adjoining five blocks, now built over. The modern coat of paint given the old house at first leads one to doubt its antiquity, but a closer inspection, within and without, soon attests its great age. The genuine structure has been joined to a two-story building with ample porch, from which the entry is now made to the corridor of the Washington mansion.

The house as it looked in 1783, according to a picture on an old map hanging in one of the hotels, tallies with its present appearance. It is occupied by a small family, the members of which are occasionally called upon to show its points to patriotic strangers. The present tenant’s wife, when exhibiting it to us, pointed to thefcorner near the window in the front room and remarked, ‘‘lt was right there in that corner that George used sometimes to sit on a bench and straighten out his mother’s accounts." That Mrs. Washington was a diligent worker is attested by both oral and written memoirs. She attended in person to her garden and dairy, milking and churning with her own hands, but the statement that she sold milk, butter and eggs is erroneous, both because there was no market for them in the neighborhood and because she was under no need of making money, being always kept well supplied by her son George, never more dutiful than in his conduct toward her. Before, during, and after the Revolutionary war it was his frequent practice to visit her in this famous little house. During his visits, when a young man, dancing parties were often given by his mother, and at these all the belles of the town were invited to assist. The floors, not then worn, were smoothly waxed, and the front room was large enough to hold several dancing couples at once, as they went through the stately minuet or the more lively “Virginia reel," to the music of a single negro fiddler. At one of these parties a young belle was honored with the General’s hand for a dance. As he led her out on the floor he remarked, “I didn't know I had such a pretty black-eyed cousin!" This young partner, when an old lady, would fondly boast of this triumph, and putting her hands to her eyes, smilingly aav: “And they are bright yet!” The old lady was evidently pleased to picture herself as on the day when Washington danced with her.

On one Occasion during the Revolution Washington called, and, finding his mother working in the garden, went out to greet her. Looking up, and discovering him coming toward her, she laughingly exclaimed: “Well, George, haven’t they caught you!” His reply was to hand her a bag of silver, a commodity scarce in that era of Continental paper, and then to escort her back into the house for a chat. An old citisen of Fredericksburg, who witnessed this interview, and frequently heard her give expression to her sentiments during the war. used to say of her: “She was a high old piece! George got a great deal of his efcar&etar and majesty from her. She was looked upon as leaning to the Tory side in in pohtios." Doubtless, in the beginning, it was as grievous in her eyes to see her favorite son in the American army as it would have been to have eeen him in King George’s navy—from entering which he had only been dissuaded by his high appreciation of her devoted lore. Mrs. Washington lived very happily in this little house, aud within its walls her last moments .were passed. Twenty years ago a military company paraded in the streets on every 22d of February, invariably commencing the day’s festivities by marching to the front of the house and firing a salute. The ceremony is now omitted, of course, as there is no parade of the soldiery on that day. The death of Mrs. Washington, which occurred several years before that of her illustrious son, was the occasion of an immense turn-out of the citizens in the neighboring counties and villages. The funeral was a very, plain one, enfcaely adapts# to the

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expressed wishes f the deceased lady, though the procession to the grave she herself had chosen —about a half-mile distant on the plain —was unavoidably large, owing to the great respect and love which all classes entertained for her. _ DYNAMITE IN A SATCHEL. How a Tail Man from Boston Alarmed the Guests of a Hotel. Philadelphia Press. Nobody in the Washington Hotel, on Chestnut street, above Seventh, suspected there were trouble and excitement brewing when, yesterday, a tall, lank man, with a sallow complexion and hair the color of oakum, walked quietly in. The man did not look dangerous. His eyes were watery and very mild. The ends of his hair were long and made to curl upward slightly by coming in contact with the collar of his overcoat. His face had almost a poetical expression. He carried in his hand a satchel, the sides of which were bulged out by its contents. Placing the satchel on the counter of the office the stranger wrote on the register “Andrew S. Simpson, Boston. ” “Will you go to your room at once?” asked the polite clerk. “No, I believe not,” replied Mr. Simpson. “Just toss that satchel back there, will you?” “Certainly.” And the clerk grasped the satchel and gave it a vigorous swing. “Hold on,” exclaimed Mr. Simpson suddenly, but quietly. “Perhaps you had better handle it a little carefully. I have a package of dynamite iu it, I think.” The clerk’s face paled and his jaw dropped, but he took good care not to drop the satchel. “Don’t care about keeping it back there, don’t you?” seeing the eyes of the clerk grow big as saucers. “Well, perhaps it would be a little dangerous. I guess I’ll just get it checked,” and. to to the horror of the guests in the office, who had overheard the conversation, the man from Boston grabbed the satchel and banged it against the wall and then against a chair on his way to the coat-room. He slapped it down carelessly before tho boy in attendance and was somewhat surprised to see him dodge behind the door. Suddenly a glass door blew to with a loud slam. The guests started wildly from their chairs, the clerk crouehed behind the counter, and two bell-boys dived into the basement. Mr. Simpson, of Boston, laughed as he returned to the clerk. Nobody else seemed to enjoy the joke. “Scared you a little, did I?” he said, cheerfully. “But that’s all right. There’s no danger. I take that satchel everywhere with me. You see, I've got a patent safe lock, and I claim that no amount of dynamite will blow it open.” The clerk looked relieved to learn that he was not harboring a dynamiter. Later in the day the coat-room boy threatened to resign unless the satchel were removed, and Mr. Simpson was persuaded to take it to his room. He was compelled to perform the labor of carrying it himself, as no porter could bo induced to touch it. There had been no explosion in the hotel up to a late hour last night. Mr. Simpson expected to leave this morning.

Rival Revivalists iu Georgia. Atlanta Constitution. Every plantation and neighborhood has one or more “exhorter," “class leader” or “licentiate,” who is regarded by his set as a leader in everything—more especially in politics and religion, which go hand in hand in the articles jf faith and rules of practice adhered to by this race of people, or such of them, at least, as dwell in the Southern States and have a “previous condition of servitude.” An instance which aptly illustrates the spirit of jealousy that often exist between the class of pulpit orators just referred to was related to “the writer a few days ago by a prominent citizen of Lee county. Ho had occasion to visit a plantation some mile from his own, and was accompanied by a colored divine who was in his employ. During the day his pious companion met another preacher of the same complexion, and when the two sable elects came face to face our informaut overheard the following dialogue between them: “Good mawning, Brudder Sims.” “Mawnin\ sir; dat's Brudder Slappey, I believe —how do you do dis mawnin’?'' “Jes’ tolerable —how’s you?” “I’m so’sto be ’bout, thanks to de Lawd. ” “You gwine to stay ’bout here to-night, Brudder Sims?” “Well, I dunno; I’se jes’ passin’ ’bout wid Mr. tlement ’fo’ night or no.” “Well, I jes’ dars you to stayondisplantashun an’ meet me down at de ehu’ch to-night, l’se done heer’d ’bout yo’ braggin’ as how you could beat me er preachin’, an’ now I jes* wants to git you down to de chu ch waunst, an’ I’ll show you wher’er you can beat me a preachin’ or not ” “Yes, I can beat you, too, an’ fur as dat’s concerned, I’d like to stay an’ lay it on to you, but I dunno if I can be wid you to night I’se been heerm’ Tbout yo’ braggin’, too, an’ I’d jes’ like to get de chance to show you wher’er I can preach or not!” “Well, den jes’ stay over if you dar—stay over; dat’s all I wants you to do!” “Sartin I will if I can, an’ if I can’t, I’se gwine to meet you, Providence permittV, de very naixt chance I gits; an’ when I does git er hold of you I’ll show you dat I wasn’t called o’de Lawd for nuth’n’.” Ferrets as Rat-Catchers. New York Commercial Advertiser. A dealer in ferrets said this morning, in regard to the ease with which a building is cleared of rats by the animals: “Take them to the top es your house, tie a bell ground their throats, and put them into the rqt holes. They will go through the building and come out in the cellar. They do not work from the cellar to the roof, and seldom catch the rats in their chase. But the rats will disappear. Pid you ever see a ferret fight a rat? It is very interesting. A d°g simply grabs the rat by the throat, shakes it, and that’s the end of it But the ferret carries on a regular sparring match. I’ve seen sporting men bet agaiust the ferret right along, but they always lose their wagers. “Are the ferrets dangerous to handle?” “No. They are sometimes regarded as pets —just like cats- Not long ago the proprietor of an up-town hotel was troubled with rats in his most expensively-furnished rooms. We sent some ferrets up there, and they not only scared off the rats, but became the pets of one of the lady guests. “Ferrefs are not yery well known as rat-killers yet They have been chiefly used for hunting rabbits from their burrows. I began raising them four years ago. The first year I sold sixty. Last year, from the Ist of September to the last of December, I sold 1,600.”

A Fatal Fashion. Bt. Louis Post-Dispatch. There is a young man in St. Louis who is bitterly opposed to the fashion of the young ladies wearing court-plaster ornaments on their faces. He has an office near the Merchants’ Exchange, and a girl in a handsome home on Garrison avenue. He went to see her a few evenings ago, and, when she welcomed him with a big plaster coach-and-four on her left cheek, she looked so cute that he couldn’t be expected to anticipate the trouble that little black spots on her face would bring him into. After they had sat in the parlor some time, with the light turned down, the old folks invited them into the sitting-room. The young man sat near the old lady, his face turned away from the younger one. After they had all eaten some popcorn the mother, glancing suddenly at the young fellow’s mouth, began to condemn men that called on young ladies for merely sentimental reasons, closing with the cutting, remark: “Such men are scoundrels, sir, aren’t they?” Our friend very politely answered: “Certainly, madam, certainly.” “Then you take Marie’s court-plaster right off your lower lip, and leave this house at once,” and as he sped down the icy walk he heard Marie’s faint voice saying: “Really, pa, I don’t know how it ofx his face.”

Would Make Her Weep. Chicago News. We are told that Mrs. Adelina Patti sang “Home, Sweet Home* in St. Louis the other evening and wept like a spanked child. We can imagine tnat a comparison of St. Louis with her hotnwhorever and whatever it might be—would ba calculated to move the unfortunate iidy to toars. Bv the combination of different articles by ignorant persons for baking powders, they render the food very indigestible,as the chemicpl action, when they enter the stomach, prevents their being digested. Dr Price’s Onearu taking Powder is a perfect powder. No baking powder in the market that produces such good results in tho oven.

HUMOR OF THE PAT. He Was a Reformer. Williamsport Breakfast Table. ‘ ‘Briggs,” said a Pine street lawyer to his young cle :k, “why weren’t you at the office earlier this morning?” “Beg pardon, sir, but I am a reformer. I believe that the office should seek the man, not the man the office.” The Progressive Stages. Chicago Tribune. The “course of true love,” traced by letters in a breach of promise suit recently, read in this manner: “bear Mr. Smith,” “Mv dear John,” “My darling John,” “My own darling Jack,” “My darling John,” “Dear John,” “Dear Sir,” “Sir,” and all was over. A Woman of Her Word. Boston Globe. “Your age?” asked the judge. “Thirty five, your Honor,” replied the woman. Judge—“Buf you were thirty-five the last time you were here, three years ago.” She—“And does your Honor think I’m the woman to say one thing one day and another thing another?” Poor Mr. Cleveland. New York Graphic. “If I were you, Grover,” observed a middleaged lady to a middle-aged man the other day, in Albany, “I would take a Dover’s powder, seal, my feet, and put on a porous plaster. That trip to New York was too much for you!” “O Lord.” replied the sick man, with a groan, ‘ ‘more advice!” The Way They Call It Pittsburg Chronicle. “Yesult Dudley!” called the court. “Jessult Dudley!” shouted the clerk. “Result Dudley!” yelled the tipstaff. “Yazoo Dudley!” cried the gate-keej>er, “Insult Dudley!” howled the deputy. “Assault Dudley!” shrieked the prison matron, and a soft voice was heard saving, “Didany one call Yirselt Dudley?” Cholera-Proof. Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. “I’m dreadfully afraid the cholera will be here this year,” said Mr. Guzzle. “You can’t catch it, and needn’t be afraid of it,” replied his wife. “Why not, I’d like to know?” asked Guzzle. “Why, didn’t you tell me when you were out to see your brother in Illinois that his farm was full of it?” “Yes. but that was the hog cholera” “Well, you didn't take it.”

The Value of the Telephone. Leonard’s Medical Journal. Husband (telephoning)—“My wife has a severe pain in the bank of her neck and complains of a sort of sourness in the stomach.” Physician—“ She has malarial colic.” Husband — “What shall Ido for her?” [The girl at the “central” switches off to a machinist talking to a saw mill man.] Machinist tohusbaud— “Ithink she is covered with scales inside about an inch thick. Let her cool down during the night, and before she fires up in the morning take a hammer and pouud her thoroughly all over, and then take a hose and hitch it to the fire-plug and wash her out.” Husband has no further need of this doctor. Theory Versus Practice. Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. A little man and a big man agreed to have an argument upon a subject for a money stake, and the one making the most convincing demonstration was to win the wager. The little man was a much better controversialist than tbs big man, and having the first of the debate, he soon had, as he thought, his opponent floored. When ho concluded the big man knocked him down and punched his head, exclaiming: “Do you give up? Do you give up?” “Yes, I give up! 1 give up!” When he arose to his feet he indignantly asked the big man: “What kind of ah argument do you call that?” “That’s the argument that takes the stake,” replied the big man as he walked off with the wager. They Captured the Lunatic. New York Sun. Mistress (to applicant for service) —“Hovr many nights out a week?” Applicant—“ None, mum. Oi niver sthirout.” * Mistress—“ Will you have many friends to see you?” Applicant—“ Nat wan, mum. Oi have no friends.” Mistress—“ What wages will you expect?” Applicant—“Oi’ll lave that to ye, mum.” Mistress —“What kind of housework are you willing for?” Applicant—“Oi’m willin’ to wash, an’ airun, an’ cook, an’ schrub, an’ clane windys, an' wait on table, an’ taike care av childer, an’ carry in coal, an’ build faires.” (Here a loud ringing was heard at the door, and the keeper of an asylum rushed in and secured the lunatic. ) Aesthetic Furnishing:. Philadelphia Call. Fair Customer—Have you any pictures for sale? Artist —Several, madam. All you see on my studio walls are as yet undisposed of. “Well, this is one about the rightsize. How much is it?” “You can have that for $100.” “Gracious! How awfully high. How much is this?” “That one is only $50.” “Dear! dear! I can’t afford such prices. Haven’t you any for about $5?” “Oh! no, madam.” • “Too bad. You see we are furnishing the drawing room now. We allow $l5O for an easel with a painting on it, and I got a perfect love of an easel for $145, and that leaver $5 for the picture.

A Knitting-Needle PrQfessor. Pittsburg Dispatch. On the Fort Wayne train from the West last night was a young German, rather small and effeminate looking, with long curly blonde hair, a light mustache, and a velvet jacket, who attracted considerable attention. He was from Milwaukee, and was on his way to the fatherland. He is a professional knitter, and employed his spare time on the train yesterday in crocheting on a beautiful afghan. He proudly exhibited a traveling robe of beautiful design, which ho said was his handiwork. The groun4work was of pearl gray, intowhich was crocheted, in bright colored silks, various quotations in German text, one of which was a stanza from “Die Wacht am Rhine.” Birds, and trees, and flowers were thrown into the design in great profusion. A pair of silk hose which he exhibited rivaled in variety of design tne epidermis of the tattooed woman, and would have made a society belle turn green with envy. They took him two weeks to make, he said. To a fellow-passenger he stated that his name was Otto Wehrnberg. He came from the province of Westphalia seven years ago, and has saved several thousand dollars from his earnings with his knitting-needles and crochet hook in Chicago, Detroit and Milwaukee. A New Craze. Elizabeth (N. J.) Journal. Ever since Mr. Wellington Blakely successfully hatched out seventy odd chicks over the hotwater pipes in bis flower houses, a good many others have tried the experiment. Thus far their success has not been phenomenal. One party is said to have put thirteen good eggs in an oven, thinking she could keep the temperature nice and even by attending to the fire at regular intervals. In three days she wanted to do some ironing. The eggs were well done. Another roasted some Plymouth Rock eggs in a box on top of the stove. Still another fixed a very nice arrangement of wooden box, cotton, etc., around the stovepipe. When the cotton got on fire the smoke betrayed the fact that the eggs would soon be well cooked. Another party thought to utilize the hot-water tank, and it worked well for several days, till the fire went out and the water froze. Blakely seems to be ahead thus far, but he is the only one who has a $5,000 incubator. In Full Possession of Her Census. Harper’s Bazar. •'What is the population of the world, papa?” asked six-year-old Edith, who was making up sums for herself on a new slate. “You must not interrupt me now, Edith/ said her father, who was writing at the same table; “go to Miss Smith,” referring to the governess. Her father was not so busy, however, but that he heard

and was amused by her saying in a low tone, soon after “I know how I can find out for myself. HI look in the back of the geography for the United States and for Europe, and then I can add Aunt Mary’s baby and Aunt Jessie’s baby, and that will give it to me exactly.” CHLOROFORMED CATTLE. How a Humane Breeder Took the Lives of Diseased Short-Horns. Philadelphia Times. George Payson Bnshell is a wealthy cattleraiser, living near Southampton, Bucks county. He lately owned a fine herd of thirteen shorthorn cattle. For some weeks past he has been grieved beyond measure to know that his bovine favorites have been sick. Last Tuesday James Browne, a local cow-doctor of some reputation, informed Mr. Bushell that his cattle were suffering from pleuro-pneumonia, and that it was necessary to have them all Killed. Mr. Bushell was nearly heart-broken at the news, and he could not bear to think of his pots being pole-axed in the cruel, blundering way commonly in vogue at the abattoir and other slaughtering places. He therefore expressed his humane views pretty forcibly to Dr. Brown and requested that worthy to suggest some more humane method oi putting the poor animals out of their misery. The doctor suggested chloroform, and on Wednesday morning a quantity of the insidious anaesthetic was administered to each of the animals. J*Vhen each one sank into death-like slumber Dr. Brown with great care passed a long, straight knife into each of their hearts. Mr. Bushell intends having the carcasses stuffed and setup in a large frame building, to bo erected for the purpose near his homestead, to be kept as mementoes of his sorrow and of his humane way of keeping the law. which says that diseased cattle must be killed. Dr. Tanner Redivivus. Las Cruces (N. M.) Letter in Denver Tribune. Tanner lives. The great and only original Dr. Tanner, who successfully refuted the prinpal miracle of the New Testament by a fortydays’ fast in New York city in the summer of 1880, is a resident of New Mexico. I have seen the death of this singular man announced in the papers at least a dozen times in the last two years. But I take the liberty of assuring the world, without apology, that the man is not only alive and well, but a resident of Dona Ana county, New Mexico, where he is devoting himself to the propagation of a sew religion founded on anew Bible revealed to anew prophet of Jehovah. This is no exaggeration, but a cool, indubitable fact presented without varnish. The name of the new Bible is “Oashde.” The medium of God in making this latest revelation of His will to the world is not Dr. Tanner, but Dr. J. B. Newbrough, a dental surgeon, formerly of 128 West Thirty-fourth street, New York, but now of Dona Ana county. lie is the new prophet of God. Dr. Tanner is only an apostle of the prophet and his coadjutor.

A Wonderful Dog. Memphis Appe-al.

“I have a dog,” said Senator Vest, who had just heard a precocious crow story, “who is very sagacious. One morning he watched intently while a negro boy blacked my shoes. The following morning he came to where I was sitting with a blacking-brush in his mouth. You may not believe it, but that dog got down on his haunches, spit on my shoes, took the brush in his teeth, and rubbed away like a house on fire. But I must admit that he did not get up much of a polish. One Sunday, while I was living at Sedalia, this dog followed me to church. I noticed that he watched every movement of the preacher. That afternoon I heard a terrible howling of dogs in my back yard. I went out to see what was the matter. My dog was in the wood-shed, standing on his hind legs in an old dry-goods box. Ho held down a torn almanac with one fore-paw, and gesticulated wildly with the other, while he swayed his head and howled to an audieuce of four other dogs, even more sadly than the preacher I had heard that morning.” The narrator of the crow story “threw up the sponge. ”

A Hog Exploded. Madison (Wls.) Democrat. “Talk about dynamite, I can tell you a truo story of what nitro glycerine once did in our Stata It was out near Prairie du Chien, where they were blasting on the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul road. The contractor had several kegs of the stuff in an underground place. One day a workman left the place open; by and by some hogs came along, found a keg open, and, as glycerine is as sweet almost as honey, the animal filled himself. He came* out by and by and soon wandered into a stable which contained about forty horses belonging to the contractor. The hog got fooling around among the horses’ hind legs, when one of them drew off and gave Mr. Hog a good one. The concussion started the business, and not a vestige was ever discovered of the hog or of a single horse or the stable. And where the stable once stood there was a hole in the earth fifty feet deep and two hundred feet in circumference. Fact, gentlemen!” The Dramatic Outlook. English Illustrated Magazine. There is no greater curse to the stage to-day than the swarm of heartless, brainless, supercilious theater goers who come not to be amused, to be touched, to be interested, but to show their immense superiority to the poor deluded fools who are amused, touched, and interested. Three or four of them in prominent places will damp and chill and spoil the evening’s amusement of a whole theater. Barbers’ blocks and milliners 1 dummies would be an inspiring and appreciative audience compared with them. I can conceive many reasons why an intelligent man should stay away from the theater. I can conceive no reason at all \yhy he should come, except for the noble pleasure of admiration. It is so easy and cheap to laugh; it is so easy and cheap to destroy. It took centuries and men of profound genius to build Westminster Abbey, but any fool or madman can with a pound or two of dynamite blow it to atoms in a few minutes.

A Colt’s Strange Power of Vision. Pueblo Star!' A party of five men while hunting deer about three weeks ago, discovered a cave near Mace’s Hole, on the Hardscrabble, in the Whitestono range, and proceeded to explore it. They found a large, roomy cave and inside a mare and sucking colt. They could not capture the mare and so killed her, but the colt was taken out and conveyed to the ranch of Mr. Robinson, eight miles from the city, where it is doing well. The colt has not a particle of hair on its body, lias eyes like globes of glass and cannot see in daylight, but distinguishes everything in thu dark. It is a great curiosity. The impression of Mr. Robinson is that it was born in the cave and never saw daylight until taken out by the hunters. Whooping Up Souls in Pennsylvania. Kittanning Free Press. A few evenings since, at a meeting in the suburbs of this city, when the regular services had closed, the minister and others passed around among the people exhorting them to turn and “flee the wrath to come.” To a tall, serious looking man the minister said: “Is thjee saved?” “No,” said he, “but I will be in two minutes.” and. making a rush for the altar, he yelled out: “Whoop her up, boys! I feel as good as I did yesterday when I was on that fox track. Yip!” An old brother grasped his hand and exclaimed: “Yes, and I, too, feel like as if I was caichin’ ’possums. ” “Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a f°ol indeed! ” So said Young. Straws show which way the wind blows, and there are a score of symptoms any one of which shows the existance of catarrh. Neglected, it will rob the blood of its purity and the system of its strength. Get Dr. Sage’s Catarrh Remedy. It cures even long standing cases, as thousands testify, and should be used for colds in the head, which often result in confirmed catarrh.

RAILWAY TIME-TABLE. Fort Wayne, Cincinnati A Louisville Railroad. (Irfjavp Indianapolis via Bee Line.) SOUTHWARD. Leave Fort Wayne. 11:00 am 5:50 pm Leave Bluffton 12:03 am 6:50 pm Leave Hartford ......12:58 pm 7:41 pin Leave Mancie V 3:67 pm 0:23 pm Arrive Indianapolis 6:00 pm 11:15 pm „ . . SIOBTHWARt>Leave Indianapolis 4:00 am 10:10 am Leave Muucie -. i 6:00 *ra 1:15 pm Leave Hartford. 6:3-7 am 2:00 pm Leave Bluffton.. 7:3oam 2:5b pm Arrive Fort Wayne ri;3o am 4.00 pm

RAILWAY TIME-TABLE. (trains run nr central standard rniR.J Trains marked thus. r. e., reclining chaircar; thx. s.,sleeper; thus, p.. parlor car: thus, h.. hotel c*r. Bee-Line, C., C., C. & Indianapolis. Depart—New York and Boston Express, daily,* 4:09*1* Dayton, Springfield and New York , Express, c. c. .. 10:10 am Anderson and Michigan Express.. 11:13 am Wabash and Mancie Express .... 9:53 p* |Now York and Boston, daily s., c. o. 7:13 pm BUIQUTWOOD DIVISION. Daily 6:13 aril ‘j. jo Daily 10:10 am 5:25 pm Daily 11:15 am 7.15 pm Arrive—Louisville. New Orleans and St. Louis Express, daily, s 6:40 am Wabash, Ft. Wayne and Muncie Express 10:45 am Benton Harbor and Anderson Express 2:20 pm Boston, Indianapolis and Southern Express 6:00 pm Now York and St Louis Express, daily, s 11:15 pra Chicago, St. Louis k Pittsburg. Depart—New York, Philadelphia* Washington. Baltimore and Pittsburg Express, daily, s 4:25 am Dayton and Columbus Express, exeept Sunday 10:15 am. Richmond Accommodation - New York, Philadelphia, Washington. Baltimore ana Pittsburg Express, daily, s., h ....... 4:55 pm Dayton Express, except Sunday... 4:55pm Arrive—Richmond Accommodation, except Sunday 9:40 188. New, York, Philadelphia, Washington, Baltimore and Pittsburg Express, daily 11:37 am. Columbus and Dayton Express, except Sunday 1:35 pat New York. Philadelphia, Washington, Baltimore and Pittsburg Ex- - press, daily 10:20 pm Dayton Express, daily, except Sunday 10:26 pm_ CHICAGO DIVISION VIA KOKOMO, P., C. A ST. L. S. Depart—Louisville and Chicago Express, p. c 11:15 aa> Louisville and Chicago Fast Express. daily, s .11:00 pat Arrive—Chicago and Louisville Fast Express, daily, s 4:00 an Chicago and Louisville Express, p. c 3:35 mi

Cincinnati, Indianapolis, St. Louis A Chicago. CINCINNATI DIVISION. Depart—Cincinnati and Florida Fast Lina, daily, s. and c. c 4:00 ana Cincinnati, Rushville and Columbus Accommodation 11:05 am Cincinnati and Louisville Mail, p. c. 3:45 pirn Cincinnati Accommodation, daily - - 0:55 pea Arrive—lndianapolis Accommodation, daily 11:05 aw Chicago and St. Louis Mail. p. c... 11:50 am Indianapolis Accommodation 0:20 pm Chicago, and St. Louis Fast Line, daily, s. and c. c 10:45 pm CHICAOO DIVISION. Depart—Chicago and Rock Island Express.. 7:10 am Indianapolis and Sonth Bend Lx.. 7’lo am Chicago Fast Mail p. o ~ .12:10 pua Western Express 4:55 pm Indianapolis and South Bend Ex.. 4:55 pm Chicago, Peoria and Burlington Fast Line, daily, s., r. c 11:20pm Arrive—Cincinnati and Louisville Fast Line, daily, c. c. ands 3:35 aw Lafayette Accommodation 10.55 am South Bend and Indianapolis Ex.. 10-.35am Cincinnati and Louisville Mail, p. c. 3:30 paa Cincinnati* Accommodation 6:12 pm South Bend and Indianapolis Ex... 6:42 pm Vanrialia Line. Depart—lndianapolis and South Bend Ex.. 7:loam Mail Train 7:15 am Day Express, daily, p., h 11:55 am Terre Haute Accommodation 4:00 p*a Indianapolis and South Bend Ex.. 4:55 pin Pacific Express, daily, s 10:45 pm Arrive—New York Express, daily 3:50 am Indianapolis Mail and Acoom 10:00 am South Bend and Indianapolis Ex.. 10:55a*m Cincinnati and Louisville Fast Line 3:30 pm New York Express, daily, h 4:40 pm South Bend and Indianapolis Ex... 6:42 pm

Wabash, St. Louis & Pacific. Depart—Detroit and Chicago Mail 7:15 am Toledo, Fort Wavne, Grand Rapids and Michigau Expross 2:15 pm Detroit Express, daily, s 7:15 pm Detroit through coach on C., St. L. & P. Express 11:00 pm Arrive—Detroit Express, daily, s 8:00 am Pacific Express •. 11:30 am Detroit and Chicago Mail 8:55 turn Detroit through coach on C., St L. & P. Express 4:00 am Cincinnati, Hamilton A Indianapolis. Depart—Cincinnati, Dayton & T01ed0...... 4:00 am Cincinnati, Dayton, Toledo and New York. 10:45 am Connersville Accommodation 4:25 pm Cincinnati, Dayton, Toledo and New York Express 6:35 pm Arrive—Conuersvillo Accommodation 8:30 am Cincinnati, Peoria and St. Louis., .11:50 am Cincinnati Accommodation .... 5:00 pm Cincinnati, Peoria and St, Louis. - -10:40 pm Jeffersonville, Madison A Indianapolis. Depart —Southern Express, dailv, s 4:10 am Louisville and Mauison Express,p,c 8:15 am Louisville and Madison Mail, p. 8:50 pna Louisville Express, daily 6:45 pm Arrive—lndianapolis and Madison Mail. 0:43 am Indianapolis, St. b°uis and Chicago . Ex press, daily, p 10:45 am New York and Northern Fast Express, i:. c - - 7:00 pm St. Louis, Chicago and Detroit Fast Line, daily, s 10:45 pm Indiana, Bloomington A Western. PEORIA DIVISION. Depart—Pacific Express and Mail 7:25 am Kansas and Texas Fast Line, r. c.. 5:07 pm Burlington and Rock Island Express, daily, r. c. ands 11:10 pm Arrive —Eastern and Southern Express, daily, r. c. and 53:50 am Cincinnati Special, r. c 11:05 am Atlantic Express and Mail 6:30 pni ST. LOUIS DIVISION. Depart—Moorefield Accommodation 6:30 pm Mail and Day Expross 5:02 pm Arrive —Mail and Day Express 11:00 am Moorefield Accommodation 0:10 pm £ ASTERN DIVISION. . Depart—Eastern Express Mail, daily, 9., r. c. 4:20 am Day Express 11:45 am Atlantic Express, daily, s. and c. c-. 7:10 pm Arrive—Pacific Express, daily, s. and c. c... 6:53 am Western Express 4:45 pm Burlington and Rock Island Express, daily, s. and r. c 10:35 pm

Indianapolis & St. Louis. Depart—Day Express, daily, c. c 7:10 am Paris Express 3:50 pm Boston and St. Louis Express, p... j3:25 pm New York aud St. Louis Express, daily, 9. and c. c 11:30 pm Arrive—Now York and Boston Express, daily, c. c. 3:lsam Ijocal Passenger, p! 9:soam Indianapolis Express 3:00 nm Day Express, c. c., daily <>.25 pm Indianapolis & Vincennes. Depart—Mail and Cairo Express 8:15 am Vincennes Accommodation 4:00 pm Arrive —Vincennes Accommodation 10:40 am Mail and Cairo Express 6:30 pm Louisville, New Albany £ Chicago. (Chicago Short lane.) Depart—Chicago and Michigan City Mail 12:45 nm Frankfort Accommodation 5:00 pm Chicago Night Ex., daily, 9. 11:20 pm Arrive—lndianapolis Night Ex., daily, s 3:35 am Indianapolis Accommodation...... 10:00 am Indianapolis Mail 3:15 pm Cincinnati, Wabash & Michigan Railway. (Over the Bee-line.) Depart—lndianapolis and Grand Kapids Ex. 4:00 am Michigan Express ..11:15 am Louisville and Wabash Express... 5:55 pm Arrive—Wabash aad Indianapolis Express.. 10:45 am Cincinnati and Louisville Express. 2:20 pa Indianapolis aud St. Louis Express. 11:15 pm Evansville A Terre Haute Railroad. (Via Vandalia Line.) Leave Indianapolis.f7:ls am, 11:55am p, 10,45 nm* Leave Terro Haute.llo:4o am, 3:20 pin p, 4 00 am* Ar. at Evansville.. -t 1:00 pm, 7:05 pm p, 7:25 am* Leave Evansville.. .05:05 am 10:30 am p, 8:15 pm* Ar. at Terre Haute f lOoOam, 2:17 pm p, 11:59 pm* Ar- at luilianapulis t3:30 pm, 4:40 pm p, 3:50 am* i Daily except Sunday. . All other trains dally. P parlor car; a, sleeper. (Via I. & St. L. Ry.) Leave Indianapolis 17:10 am. 10:55 pm * Ar. a; Torre Haute. 110-40 am. 3:00 pm p, 4:00 am • Ar. at Evansville. .11:00 pm. 7;05 pm p, 7:10 am* Leave Evansville..l6-05 am, 10.30 am p, H:ls pm* Ar. at Tefre Haute ,t.10:00 am, 2:17 pm J>, 11:59 pm • Ar. at ladianapnlis .13:15 pm, 6:25 pm p, 3:45 tuns (Daily except Sunday. All other trains daily. P parlor car; s, sleeper.

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