The Corner Stone, Volume 6, Number 2, College Corner, Union County, 10 January 1877 — Page 1

MHBSMMBaaaaMMHIl THE COllNEIi STONE. THE CORNER STONE. NOTICE TO CONTRIBUTORS. lcci i-j-:.;ea t y the !.'.. &,:.-. of tie author, a to UiS-iil Sa tj Tc.-"day tvra EDITOR. SUBSCRIPTION. Oue copy oao year. f,l.EO v A N T r. D . Special Contracts Made with Advertiser On liberal terms. Bates made, torn on application. Igal advertising 60 cents per square each in ertion. moi mm from "J I arts ef tie nrrrco.ci'.cg Country. VOL. VI. COLLEGE CORNER, INI)., WEDNESDAY, .JANUARY 10, 1S77 NO. 2. T. O. Arj.? -CVtXF.jB Coasts, Omtv

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A whale ol great pjroslty, And small sj eeiSc gravity, Dived down with great velocity Beneath the sea's concavity. But soou the weight of water Squeezed in his fat ininieusity, Which varied as it oukM to Inversely as his density. It won !d have moved to pity An Ote or a liessian, To see poor Spermaceti Thus guttering compression. The whale he lay a-roariug In agouk's gigantic ; The lamp-oil out came pouring. And greased the wide Atlantic. Would we'd been in the navy And cruising there. Imagine us All ia a sja of gravy, With billows oleaginous. At last old luiliion-pouiider, Low ou a bed ol coral, tiave his last dying flounder ; Whereto I pen this moral. MORAL. Oh, let this tale dramatic, Atieutthis whale, Korwi gian, And pressure hydrostatic, Warn you, my young collegian That down compelling forces Increase as you get deeper, The lower down your courses The upward path's the steeper. Tit& jiifir.in.s-: x jia in:. Let me see where was it that I first met her? Oh, yes, it was boating by moonlight. A globe of reddish pearl slowly ascending out of the east the shadows of the great bridge resting softly on the mirror-like surface of the river; the sound of a flute played softly afar off, and all of a sudden the keel of my boat coming sharply in contact with somebody else's oars. "Hullo, you!" cried out a clear, incisive voice. " Where are you going to? Why don't you look which way you are steeling?'5 " Charley Dresden I" cried out I, little heeding the torrents of obloquy he was beginning to heap upon me. " Old Mattimore," be responded, joyously. "Who ou earth would have thought of finding you here ? Come into my boat. Hitch on your old craft behind! Let me introduce you to Miss Sopb y A d ri an ce. " I looked as sharply at Miss Sophy as the moonlight and my own modesty would let me, for I knew that she was the especial admiration of my friend, Charly Dresden. I had heard her blue eyes and peach-blossom cheeks raved about until even my much-enduring patience had failed ; I had listened to rhapsodies about her sweet voice and pretty ways. I had been called upon to criticise original poems comjnised in her honor until the subject had long since palled upon me and here I had stumbled, as it were, upon her just as Charley was on the threshold of a declaration. She was pretty, slight, and round and rosy, with china-blue eyes, a dimple in either cheek, and golden-brown hair worn in long, loose curls, with none of the fashionable abomination of crimps, frizzes, and artificial braids about her. There was something flower-like and delicate in her prettiness something unconsciously imploring hi her way of lifting her eyes up to your face. Hardened old bachelor though I was, I felt as if I could have fallen in love with heron the spot if I hadn't known as well that Charley had the first innings. We rode home together or, at least, as far on our way home as the river would take us. Sophy sang little boat ballads; Charley roared out tender barcaroles ; I even essayed a German student song which I had learned in Heidelberg nobody knows how long ago, and we parted the best of friends. A week afterward, Dresden and I met face to face in the street. "Hullo, Mottimore!" said Charley, his honest visage lighting up. " What do you think of her ?" "I think she is a pearl a jewel a princess among women !" I answered, with perfectly sincerity. "Congratulate me, then!" cried Charley, beaming all over, " for I am engaged to her. Only last night! Look here !" opening a mysterious silver case which he took from his inner vest pocket. " What do you think of that for an engagement ring ?" " A fine diamond," said I, putting my head critically on one side ; " and fancifully set." "We're to be married in October," said Charley, lowering his voice in the most confidential tones. " It might have been sooner if I hadn't undertaken that business in France for our firm. But I shall be sure to be back by October, and the money I shall make will be acceptable toward fitting up and furnishing our new home. Because you know, Mottimore, I'm not rich." We parted with a reciprocating squeeze of the hand, and Charley's bright face haunted me all day with a sort of reminiscence of what might have happened also to me if I hadn't been five-and-forty, and with a bald spot on the back of my head. I spent an even ing with her afterward at the genteel

house where she and her mother a nice, bright-eyed little woman, the full-blown rose to correspond with Sophy's budding loveliness dwelt in the coziest of apartments furnished in dark blue reps, with a turn-up bedstead ingeniously designed as a high-backed sofa, and canaries and gerauiums in the windows. It was a pleasant evening, and would have been still pleasauter if Charley and Miss Adriance had not both agreed by mutual consent to put ins and the expectant mother-in-law on the same platform of old fe-gyisra, and expect us to talk poli

ties, religion, and the last new opera by the shaded gas-light, while they did the Borneo and Juliet business ou the balcony. I dare say they enjoyed it, but it was rather embarrassing, you see, to Mamma Adriance and mo. "It's no kind of you to come," said Sophy, with a gentle pressure of the hand when I went away. " lam so glad to welcome Charley's friends." I felt that I couid cheerfully sit through another evening of commonplace chit chat and photograph albums for such a reward as that. Well, Charley Dresden went away, and as he didn't leave Sophy Adriance in my care, I didn't feel called upon to present myself at the genteel boardinghouse where the blue reps and turn-up bedstead made such a feeble attempt at deception, and the canaries sang in the south windows. I supposed naturally enough that all was going right, until one day I received a note from my old friend, Bullion, the banker, a man of sixty, who wears a wig and spectacles, and counts hia income upon the double figures. Bullion was going to be married. " Of course you'll think it a foolish thing for me to do," wrote Bullion : " but even atsixty a man has not entirely outlived the age of sentiment ; and when once you see Sophy Adriance you will forgive any seeming inconsistency on my part." " Saphy Adriance !" was this the way poor Charley's blue-eyed fiancee was serving him while he was abroad trying to earn a little money for her sake ? My heart rebelled against the fickleness of woman. I went straight to the genteel boardinghouse. It was possible that I might be miled by a similarity of name, although even that was unlikely. "Is Miss Adriance at home?" I asked of the slatternly servant girl who answered the bell. " Lor', no, sir. Miss Sophy's spending a few weeks with a friend at Scarborough," she answered. That was enough. I went home and inclosed Bullion's letter in another envelope, directing it to poor Charley Dresden's address, Poste llestante, Paris, adding a few lines of my own, wherein I endeavored to mingle conso lation and philosophy as aptly as possible." " It's an ungracious thing forme to do, sending this letter," wrote I "but I believe it to be the part of a true friend to undeceive you as promptly as possible. Bullion is a millionaire ; Sophy is but a fallible woman, after all. Be a man, Dresden, and remember that she is not the only woman in the world who would rather be an old man's darling than a young man's slave."' And then I wrote, curtly declining to stand up with old Bullion. It was but a few days subsequently that ike waiter showed au elegantlydressed young lady into my room at the hotel. I rose in some surprise. Aside from old Aunt Miram Piatt, and my laundress, my lady visitors were few. But the instant she threw up her thick tissue veil I recognized the soft blue eyes and damask-rose cheeks of Sophy Adriance. "Oh, Mr. Mottimore!" she cried, piteously. " I know you won't mind my coming to you, because you seem exactly like a father to me." I winced a little at this. " But I have received such a letter from Charley, and as you've known him a long time, I thought perhaps you could explain it to me. Oh, I have been so wretched 1 And indeed I don't deserve it !" She gave me a tear-blotted letter, and then sat down to cry quietly in the corner of the sofa until such a time as I should have finished its perusal. It was a fit mirror of Charley Dresden's impetuous nature, full of bitter reproaches, dark innuendoes, hurling back her troth and hinting gloomily at suicide ! When I read it I scarcely wondered at poor Sophy'sdistress. " What does he mean,Mr. Mottimore ?" asked Sophy, plaintively, "when he accuses me of selling myself to the highest bidder ? Oh, it is so dreadful,!" I folded the letter and looked severely at her. "Miss Adriance," said I, gravely, " it strikes me you are trying to- play a double part here. The affianced bride of Benjamin Bullion ought hardly to hope to retain the allegiance of poor Charles Dresden into the bargain."

"I don't understand you," said Sophy, looking wistfully at me. " Are you not about to become the wife of Mr. Bullion, the banker?" I asked, sternly. " Oh, dear, no," said Sophy. "That's mamma!" " Eh?" gasped I. " It's mamma," answered Sophy. " She is to be married next week ! Didn't you know it?" I stared straight before me. Well, I had got myself into a pretty pickle by meddling officiously with affairs that didn't concern me. " Look here, Miss Adriance," said I ; " I will tell you all about it." So I did. I described old Bullion's letter, my own false deductions therefrom, and the rash deed I had committed in sending the banker's correspondence to Charley Dresden. " And now," said I, "Mo you wonder that he is indignant?" Sophy's face grew radiant. " But there's no harm done," said she. " No real harm, I mean. Because I have written him a long letter all about mamma and Mr. Bullion, which he must have recei ved almost the next mail after he sent off this cruel, cruel sheet of reproaches. And pray, Mr. Mottimore, dou't look so wroe-begone," she added, kindly. "Your mistake was quite natural." Sophy was a true prophet. There was no real harm done. The next mail brought a letter full of entreaties to be pardoned, and a brief, brusque note to me, which told me, not iu so many words, but in spirit, that I had a great deal better have minded my own business. Which I really think I had. I stood up with old Ben Bullion and that full-blown rose, Sophy's mamma, after all, and when Charles Dresden came home I cut the big wedding-cake at hia marriage feast. Papa Bullion gave the bride away, and people say that Sophy was the prettiest bride of the season. But it came pretty near being a broken-ofl affair at one time, and all through my fault. I've since learned to hold my tongue a lesson none the less valuable for beinsr learned late in life.

Albinos. Albinos are frequently met with. We find them, says the Turf, Fidd and Farm, in the human race as well as in the animal races of lower order. They are always whai we call white. By some defect in their organization the substance which gives color to hair, skiu and eyes, is absent. The eyes are red, owing to the deficiency of the black or blue hazel pigment which, in normal cases, conceals the network of blood vessels and the intense hue they diffuse over the surface. In the ranks of men the albino has a peculiar harshness of skin, which suggests a diseased organization. This absence of color, it would seem, is not hereditary. At least, there is a case on record where two albinos married, and had two children, who were not albinos, but of a brown color. An instance is given where every alternate child of a large family was an albino ; but commonly, when parents begin producing albinos, there is no departure in the progeny to the end of the line. The defect makes itself apparent to the close of the chapter. We often hear of albino birds and albino deer being killed. As we write, there is before us a partridge which is half albino, and which the taxidermist has made to assume the outward proportions of life. In the Eagle Hills of Kentucky, Tom Marshall has an albino squirrel in a cage. He caught it when it was quite young, and although he hashad it for more than a year, has not succeeded in taming it. Its nature is thoroughly savage. Attempt to caress it and it will jump at you with the greatest fury, its two red eyes glowing like balls of fire. It is of the large fox-tailed fox tribe, and keeps fat and hearty, although sour-tempered in confinement. It evidently was one of a family, as albinos are frequently seen in the woods where the capture was madeNaturally, Tom prizes highly his unruly pet. In all countries the albino is regarded as an object of curiosity and interest. In India, the white elephants are venerated by the natives. These mammoth albinos are believed to be animated by the souls of ancient kings, and so it is not surprising that they should be looked upon with awe, and guarded with the tenderest care. Humboldt has expressed the opinion that albinos are more common among nations of dark skin and inhabiting hot climates, and doubtless he is right. Italian gossips are now, apropos of the notice of the death of the Duchess d'Aosta, ex-Queen of Spain, recalling that her marriage to Prince Amadeu3 was accompanied by sinister presages. Two days before it one of her favorite maids of honor hanged herself, and immediately after the ceremony one of the escort, Count Castiglione, dropped dead. Facts in natural history Pig headed men are always bores.

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Ax artificial stone manufactory has been established in Sacramento, California. The Japanese Prime Minister has issued a notification that Japanese indigo may be exported duty free. The London Pod says it is reported that there is to be a fresh exodus from Russia ef Mennomtes, fifty thousand of whom desire to settle either in Brazil or the United States. Six delegations have gone to inspect the lauds offered them j by the Brazilian Government. In the Department of Biscay, France, every land owner mu.st plant two saplings for every timber tree he cuts down. In Java the birth of every child is cele brated by planting a fruit tree, which is as carefully tended as the record of the age of the child whose birth it registers. The last number of Home and School was issued at Louisville iu December. The subscription list has been transferred to the Fducational Jlontkty, at Chicago, 111. The Home and School will be missed. It was an excellent educational monthly, conducted with very marked ability. A remarkable meteor was seen on December 4, between eight and nine o'clock, from Lawrence, Kan.; St. Louis, Mo.; ll-rshville, Ind.; Dayton, O.; and other i oints. The appearance was unusually brilliant, the motion slow, and the general direction was eastward. The burning of the Brooklyn Theater has excited alarm wherever such edifices are found. In England steps have been taken to enforce the laws, directing that ample means of egress shall be furnished, so that it is possible that a most beneficial change will follow. Some of the English theaters are miserably constructed, and a panic would be terrible in its eilect. The musk ox is one of the most remarkable quadrupeds to be found in the Arctic regions. It is about the height of a deer, but is much stouter, and appears larger than it really is from the great profusion of lonr, matted woolen hair which covers the whole body, and conceal, a thick coat of extremely fine wool. " llie head is large and broad, and the horns, very broad at the base, are about two feet in length. The New York World prints a list of the principal bequests to educational institutions of the higher class in the United States during the last half year. The total is something over $300,000. The facts speak .well for the liberality of wealthy Americans in this direction, which so impressed Prof. Huxley during his recent visit, and which has still more recently been conspicuously mentioned by Dr. Petermaii, the eminent German geographer. China will have a diplomatic representation in the United States. Chan Lau Pau is gazetted iu Ptkiu as chief of the mission, with a salary of 12,000 tads. A tad is worth $1.01, so that C. L. P. will have 19,320 per year to live on. His assistant, Yung Wing, will receive $12,SS0; his first Secretary, Wong Ching, $5,796. A consul will be stationed at San Francisco with a vearly pay of $0,440. An historical curiosity has just been placed in the Museum of the Invalids, Paris namely, the suit of armor which Charles VII presented to Joan of Arc, and which the heroine went to deposit at St. Denis after having been wounded under the walls of Paris. It is composed of steel plates, weighs about fifty pounds, and in every respect resembles the one in the Pierrefonds Collection, which the maid of Orleans wore at the moment when she fell into the power of the enemy in making a sortie from Compiegne. There are several kinds of silkworms, producing respectively from one to'three broods a"year. Those brooding but once a year are considered the most vigorous. A temperature of from seventy-five to eighty-three degrees is required to hatch the eggs. The feeding season is about thirty-five days and the worm lives from thirty-eight to fifty days. The worm moults or casts its skin once in six or eight days. They require a uniform temperature and regularity in feeding, which is usually done twice a day. The Southern States are not all favorable for silk culture. Wherever violent thunderstorms prevail there is likely to be great loss of worms during the moulting period. . The preaching of the Evangelists in our cities, notwithstanding the political excitement and the hardness of the times, will probably receive the same attention as was accorded last winter. Messrs. Graves and Leland are in Pittsburg, and the Post, of that city, says it is truly wonderful to mark the progress of their work. Mr. Hammond, in Philadelphia, is reaching a wide circle of hearers, and at various points in the Northwest meetings of great interest are in progress at various points.

A Child's letter to Santa Clnux. The Chicago Tribune says that on the Saturday before Christmas one of the mail-sorters in the post office found a letter addressed to "Santa Clans." As that mythical ersouage has no local habitation within reach of the carrier, the officials opened the envelojM? and read the contents. The letter was written by a little girl named Amy Mclvenzie, living wich her parents at No. 53 Emerald Street, and in it she made a touching ajvpeal to Santa not to forget her or her folks. Her little brother wants a new pair of shoes ; lather would like a new hat ; mother would be pleased with a new dress, and the little writer adds: " Now, dear Santa Clans, if you have just one little doll left, please bring it around to me, and I'll be a good little girl all next year." The touching pathos of the missive, and the simple faith of the little girl made a deep impression upon the officials, and after a brief consultation it was decided thgt the little one should have a satisfactory Christmas. Postmaster McArthur and oue of his clerks drove to the residence and found the statements of the little girl correct. On their return down town they drove around to several business acquaintances, and it is needless to say that they in a short time collected enough to more than satisfy the longings of the little petitioner. A pair of shoes was got far the little brother, and two or three pairs more for other members of the family; the father's and mother's want were supplied, and a handsome doll was secured for Amy. A purse of twenty-five dollars was made up and sent along with the other gifts; and in no household in Chicago was there a happier Christmas than that in the little cttage on the obscure street, whose guardian angel is Amy McKenzie. -t lialtc Frrexen to Death in Its JIothvM A nun. INew York Sun. "It's my Fannie! my poor cold baby," said Julia Deems to Officer Lamb of the Oak Street Station on Friday night. The officer was patroling his beat through Frankfort Street, and was approaching Gold Street when he saw under the flickering lamp a woman sitting on the curb-stone, rocking aud caressing- a bundle which she had in her hands. The remnant of an old straw bonnet covered her head, and the faded ribbons fluttered in the cold wind, while her seamy and torn clothing at times were blown aside, exposing her naked arms and neck. She shivered, and her teeth chattered aa the piercing wind swept down the street, and then she wept and muttered over again, " My poor cold darling ; my poor little baby." The officer took the bundle from the unfortunate woman and unwrapped it, and then discovered that the child had frozen to death ou the breast of its mother. The unfortunate mother was takeu to the police station, and there gave her name as Julia Deems, twenty-eight years old. She lived at OS Cherry Street. The dead child, she said, was but six months old. She had a druuken husband who ill-treated, half-starved and abu-ed her. Hunger had driven Mrs. Deems into the streets to beg. Want of food dried up the source of nourishment for her child. Men and women had passed and repassed and heard her appeals, not for herself, but for her child, but not one had heeded her supplication for charity. While she hugged her offspring to her breast its sobs were quieted as it crewchill and cold. The sympathizingoiheers vainly tried to comfort the woman, but she sank to the floor when her dead child was taken from her.

The statistics of disease in England for the year 1S74, contained in the recently published report of the RegistrarGeneral, are exceedingly instructive. Tbey show that the diseases most to be dreaded are not in fact those which we regard with the most terror. The fever poisons cause but a small proportion of the deaths compared to the mortality due to the action of bad air, and bad food, and cold and damp. Of the 500,000 persons who died in England in 1S74, 53,000 were killed by bronchitis and 50,000 by pulmonary consumption. Atrophy and debility destroyed 81,000 lives ; old age, 29,000 ; heart disease about as many; convulsions, 27,000, and pneumonia 26,000. The first fever occupies the eighth place on the list, where we find that 25,000 died of scarlet fever in the year review'. It wiil be seen that by ordinary care-taking much may he done to prevent those diseases which prove most fatal to mankind. We may well rejoice with the London Times to discover that "the chief foes of human life, instead of being subtle and mysterious poisons which defy the curiosity of science, are open enemies against which all but the poorest may take easy measures of precaution." Jessamine County, Ky.. sent about fifty thousand pounds of Christmas beef to Enarland.

ix nit: a i. it en rite it iohih. Ia t'.e t.M church tower Hies tho U-;i ; Aci s'tv? it ca '.be vane. In ihe sun-hiae sn J the rain, Cut in pjl-i SX IVter sUcJs, With th sty in his twin haals, A lid all is well ! la the old th .r ' tower Ii-iugi the If :i ; Y ou can hi-sr tbe Cif .it heart K-at, Ah! so l-u4, a nil wil.l, mid sweet. As th jarsin sit? a prarer titer !:.; i y 'mvets t litre; WLi.; all is wtfU I In theoM thimh tower Han,: t:e It -U, IVt-p a:.l svWnin. Hark ;ia ; Ah, what is;on anj what fain! WitU lif.r Lau1 !;j-,n lii-.r Vrvat, Sxmse tr -ul has coot to ml, W here ;C.S is w "ii ! In theoli church tower !!.,: .: the .1 Aju.i:i:t frit-nd ib;t sv ::; to know A.l our joys aal sulour woe; It is git& whtu we are wc-1 It is sal when wo are itd AihI all is well !

'LWCJi AX1 CISJK! The remembrance of a well-spent life is sweet. The deeper the sorrow the less tongue hath it. Have not thy cloak to make when it begins to rain. Who purpo-ely cheats his friend would cheats his God. Fortvxe rives to many tx much, but to none enough. S w k et v. x i ?" i one's coiTce is generally the first stirring event i f the day. A Wiscoss-rx man made 1$.00 out of cranberries last season. Such men always brirg a smile to the face of a surar dealer. Yor will remember that the cornhusks wtre very thin la-t fall, aud that was a sin of au extraordinarily mild winter. Two souls with but a single thought Two ragamu 1'lns climbing over an orchard leace with a fierce-eyed dog in pursuit. Why is a drunkard like a bad politician? IV' cause he is always poking his nose into mea-nres that spoil the Constitution. No you us man should think of sending poetry to the publisher without ending the names of a few subscribers as an atonement. O, you much impartial gods! why gave ye men atleetions, and not power to govern them? What I by fate should shun, I most a:'.ect. Lt-luvh i Barry. It may not I wrong :r the uian ia lac sons Or the m'ooa a anxious to x"itl?, To kaeel ia wet grass, and jw.p, but ala ! What if he -ot j-ea ti wa ou a rc: : 1 For how c-ouUl he ee what ws under his knee. It, in sjate of mr :'ri :;iiy warcin;. lie wt iit out of l-t-J, aui his hc-ise, s:;-l his head, At. fire o'clock ia the aitsaisi - Ax Iowa woman has i kettle cast in 175S. But unless that kettle was once tied to tail the cf George Washington's dog,it doesn't possess enough historical interest to be sent to the next Centennial. Jonx Bull declines to make war over the Eastern question; Silting Bull wants to suspend hostilities on the Western plains-, and OI? Bull has decided to return to liis wife in Wisconsin. Evidently the Bull family wants peace. To show the value of mere profes-ions the Brookly Anjm cites a.case : "A St. Louis man' it says, who declared that he would rather be ri.ht than be president, has beea arrested for pawning his wife's earrings and betting the proceeds on a dog fight." THE SHAVF.ES. The harl-er shares with polished hhtle, The luerih&iii s-hares ia . i.st-it.t trade, The broker shaves on !: i-r cnc. The Lindlor-i shaxes by raiting rect, The Uoctvr shave ia fatect pills The tapper shaves in pints and gills. The finder shaTes ia bay aoJ oa;-s The banker shaves on his own notes, The lawyer shaves lot a frieCi3aaJ foes, The p-t Jtilcr i:aves where'er he govs. Toe ct:hce-ho!der shaves tie nation. The j jrs a shavo to men' KJvaiioa, The wily chti.rchai.in shaves his brother, The people ail shave one another. Quixtiliax bore testimony to the greatness of Julius Cesar, even ia little things, and among the forgotten proofs of his superiority to the majority of the great men who succeeded him is' the fact that he never condescended to watch his wife through a key-hole. Ix " Lucky Star," a play enacted in Chicago, a stag-hunt is represented with real deer, horses, and dojrs. One of the deer jumped from the stage anions the musicians, sticking a leg through a drum, and smashing a fiddle. That scared the horses', and two riders were thrown. The people were well entertained. Some boys created great excitement at Hochester, N. Y., the other day, by stuffing a pair of striped stockings and arranging theni so as to float down the Genesee Biver with the feet upward, .as if a human body was drifting along with the head downward. A great crowd gathered to rescue the supi-osed body, and after much effort the stocking were fished out and the deception became apparent.