Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 21, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 February 1875 — ITEMS OF INTEREST. [ARTICLE]

ITEMS OF INTEREST.

A Fairfield (Me.) youth announces that he will give a ctaromo to the young lady who will take him “ for better or for worse.” No special rates for clubs, however. A Philadelphia doctor pronounced it an “ electric fit;” the Coroner’s jury rendered a verdict accordingly, and the poor man went to his grave with that terrible stain on his character. An elephant is 1,227,886 times larger than a flea, but yet there are women who growl at paying two shillings to visit a menagerie and will turn a feather bed over for half a day to hunt a flea. Pbof. Morse says that there are probably not over 100 moose in Maine, where not long ago they were annually killed by the thousand. He thinks the species will become suddenly extinct, the conditions growing more and more unfavorable for its continuance. You may go on inventing washing-ma-chines for the next fifty years, but to the average eye you can’t patent anything equal to the sight of a lady’s diamond rings flashing in and out of the sparkling suds as she humps a wet towed up and down the wash-board. — Detroit Free Pros. At.t. accounts agree in describing the weather oa the North Atlantic this sear son as almost unexampled in slverity, the prevailing winds being from the northwest, which reach to the height of the hardest gale and blow with tremendous fury, day after day, with scarcely any cessation. Jones and his beautiful bride are on their way East, and the Nevada editors are all wishing that “No cloud may ever lower upon the path of the -happy couple.” We take pleasure in adding that any cloud associated with Jones will be very likely to have a silver lining. —Brooklyn Arons. Pbetty Ballie Adams, of Portland Me., brought the man she loved to the popping point by saying to him, while gleams of love-light shot from her half-shut eyes, “ I have had two offers of marriage. The first did not please me, and as for the second I—l have a superstitious regard for odd numbers.” If a man finds himself “stuck” on a one, a five, or even a ten dollar bill be stoically resolves to “ grin and bear it,” as it won’t “ break” him, anyhow, but a counterfeit SSOO greenback is a disagreeable thing to find in One’s small change. A. very well executed counterfeit of that denomination has lately been discovered in circulation in Maine. Probably the largest elm ever cut in the State was recently cut on his farm by Mr. Harrison Farrar, of Paris, Me., and hauled to the Paris Hill Manufacturing Company. It scaled 2,850 feet, and 290 rings were counted from the outside to within three inches of the center, where they became too indistinct to be counted. It was probably 300 years old. A little six-year-old girl in Monroe went into a store where her father was the .other day, and. slyly approaching him, said: “ Papa, won’t you buy me a new dress?” “ What, buy you a new dress, Susy?” “Yes, papa, won’t you?” “ Well, I’ll see; I’ll speak to your mother about it.” Elongation to an alarming extent rapidly spread over that little countenance, but a thought suddenly struck her, and with a smile she looked up into her father’s face and said: “ Well, papa, if you do speak - to mamma about it, do it easy, or she may want the new dress herself!” The father at once saw the point, and the new dress was purchased. —Littleton {Mass.) Republic. Jennie June’s notion of a sleigh-ride isn’t bad: “ Young ladies snugly wrapped up in white buffalo robes, their bright faces peeping out from abundaot wrappings, have been taken through the park to High Bridge by devoted cavaliers, and there regaled with the customary hot lemonade and mince pie, while laughter and sleigh-bell, all through the night, waking one not unp’easantly, though at unseemly hours, out of a quiet sleep, tell of impromptu parties a long ride shortened with jest and fun, wi h an oyster supper at one end of it, and a stolen kiss or tender band-pressu* e at the other. There are hours that never do return ; a few of them have to suffice for a lifetime.”

If we cannot bury our dead in the ground for fear of unwholesome gases generated from them, nor yet burn them and let the odor be wafted into ihe air, what shall we do with them? A London medical journal now tells thia story about cremation: “The remarkable statement has been recently made that the immense number of corpses burned by the Hindoos, who are compelled by the worship of Brahma to burn their dead, is the real cause of Asiatic cholera. The poisonous gases generated in this way hover in the air during the day, but at night sink into the lower atmosphere, mixing with the water and the various kinds of food, and permeating the lungs in the process of respiration. In HindoBtan the Asiatic cholera is endemic, yet, subject to certain influences in the atmosphere, it becomes epidemic, and then causes ruin and destruction in the remotest countries.”