People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 August 1893 — Page 7

PAST AND FUTURE. Iww thee la thy bridal hoar-, A throng the ancient temple filled. And thou didst wear the orange flowertie lovely that all hearts were thrilled. Twaa night and brilliant was the scene. And music's strains had died in air, When to the man of God serene We heard thy meek responses there. Then, when a|l symbol rites were o'er, From fearful friends we watched thee glide Away as one who leaves the shore ** Of hotne for ocean sunsets wide. A few short years have flows; and now Slow through those stately aisles again We see thee pass:—ah, no! not thou; It is thy weeping funeral train. Alas! for life, for hopes and joys; No more can we behold thee here; Oh, surely, life wh’ch nought destroys There must be in some loftier sphere. And thou art there! The soul forgets. Unerringly, that death Is thine; Thy life immortal life besets; And rays thee In its light divine! —W. Dearden, in Springfield (Mass.) Republican.

WARING'S PERIL.

By CAPZ CHARLES KING. U.S. ARMY.

[Copyright, 1893, by J. BL Lippincott A Co., and published by special arrangement] n. —Continued. Then it was that old Brax came down and took a hand. Riding to where Minor still sat on his patient sorrel, the senior bluntly inquired: “What the devil's the matter?” “I don’t know,” said Minor. “Who does know?” “Well, Drake, possibly, or else he doesn't know anything. He’s been trying to get Cram to dress his battery hack.”

“Why, yes, confound it! he’s a mile ahead of the line,” said the colonel, and off he trotted to expostulate with the batteryman. “Capt. Cram, isn’t there room for your battery back of the line instead of in front of it?” inquired the chief, in tone both aggrieved and aggressive. “Lots, sir,” answered Cram, cheerfully. “Just countermarched there.” “Then I wished you’d oblige me by moving back at once, sir; you’re delaying the whole ceremony here. I’m told Mr. Drake has twice ordered you to dress to the right.” “I’ve heard it, sir, only once, but have dressed twice, so it’s all right,” responded Cram, as affably as though he had no other aim in life than to gratify the whims of his post commander. “Why, confound it, sir, it isn’t all right by a da—good deal! Here you are ’way out on line with Maj. Minor, and your battery’s—why, it isn’t dressed on our rank at all, sir. Just look at it.” Cram resumed the carry with the saber he had lowered in salute, calmly reversed so as to face his battery, and, with preternatural gravity of mien, looked along his front. There midway between his lead drivers sat Mr. Doyle, hiß face well-nigh as red as his plume, his bleary eyes nearly popping out of his skuH in his effort to repress the emotions excited by this colloquy. There midway between the lead drivers in the left section sat Mr. Ferry, gazing straight to the front over the erected ears of his handsome bay and doing his very best to keep a solemn face, though the unshaded corners of his boyish mouth were twitching with mischief and merriment. There, silent, disciplined and rigid, sat the sergeants, drivers and cannoneers of famous old Light Battery “X,” all agog with interest in the proceedings and all looking as though they had never heard a word. - “I declare,sir,” said Cram, with exasperating civility, “I can see nothing out of the way. Will you kindly indicate what is amiss?” This was too much for Ferry. In his effort to restrain his merriment and gulp down a rising flood of laughter there was heard an explosion that sounded something like the sudden collapse of an inflated paper bag, and old Brax, glaring angrily at the boy, now red in the face with mingled mirth and]constemation,caught sudden idea from the sight. Was the battery laughing at —was the battery commander guying—him? Was it possible that they were profiting by his ignorance of their regulations? It put him on his guard and suggested a tentative. “Do you mean that you are right in being so far ahead of our line instead of dressed upon it?” asked he of the big blonde soldier in the glittering uniform. “Where do you find authority for it?” “Oh, perfectly right, colonel. In fact, for six years past I’ve never seen it done any other way. You’ll find the authority on page 562, Field Artillery Tactics of 1864.” For a moment Brax was dumb. He had long heard of Cram as an expert in his own branch of the service, but presently he burst forth: “Well, in our tactics there’s reason for every blessed thing we do, but I’ll be dinged if I can see rhyme or reason in such a formation as that. Why, sir, your one company takes up more room than my six—makes twice as much of a show. Of course if a combined review is to show off the artillery it’s all very welL However, go ahead, if yoil think you’re right, sir, go ahead! I’U inquire into this later.” “I know we’re right, colonel; and as for the reason, you’ll see it when you open ranks for review and we come to ‘action front;’ then our line will be exactly that of the infantry. Meantime, sir, it isn’t for us to go ahead. We’ve gone as far as we can until your adjutant makes the next move.” But Braxton had ridden away disgusted before Cram wound up his remarks. “Go on, Maj. Minor; just run this thing without reference to the battery. Damned if I understand their methods. Let Cram look after his own affairs; if he goes wrong, why—it’s none of our eon'cern. ”

And so Minor had nodded “go ahead” to Mr. Drake, and presently the whole command made its bow, so to speak, to Minor as its immediate chief, and then he drew sword and his untried voice became faintly audible. The orders: “Prepare for review” and “to the rear open order” were instantly followed by a stentorian “action front” down at the left, the instant leap and rush of some thirty nimble cannoneers, shouts of “drive on!” the cracking of whips, the thunder and rumble of wheels, the thud of plunging hoofs. Forty-eight mettlesome horses in teams of two abreast went dancing briskly away to the rear, at sight of which Minor dropped his jaw and the point of his sword and sat gazing blankly after them, over the bowed head of his placid sorrel, wondering what on earth it meant that they should all be running away, at the very instant when he expected them to brace up for review. But before he could give utterance to his thoughts eight glossy teams in almost simultaneous sweep to the left about came sharply around again. The black muzzles of the guns were pointed to the front, every axle exactly in the prolongation of his front rank, every little group of red-topped, red-trimmed cannoneers standing erect and square, the chiefs of section and of pieces sitting like statues on their handsome horses, the line of limbers accurately covering the guns, and, still farther back, Mr. Pierce could be heard shouting his orders for the alignment of the caissons. In the twinkling of an eye the rush and thunder were stilled, the battery without the twitch of a muscle stood ready for review, and old Brax, sitting gloomily in saddle at the reviewing point, watching the stirring sight with gloomy and cynical eye, was chafed still more to hear in a silvery voice from the group of ladies the unwelcome words: “Oh, wasn’t that pretty!” He meant with all his heart to pull in some of the plumage of those confounded “woodpeckers,” as he called them, before the day was over. In grim silence, therefore, he rode along the front of the battalion, taking little comfort in the neatness of their quaint, old-fashioned garb, the single-breasted, long-skirted frock coats, the bulging black felt hats looped up on one side and decked with skimpy black feather, the glistening shoulder-scales and circular breast-

plates, the polish of their black leather belts, cartridge and cap boxes and .bayonet scabbards. It was all trim and soldierly, but he was bottling up his sense of annoyance for the benefit of Cram and his people. Yet, what could he say? Neither he nor Minor had ever before been brought into such relations with the light artillery, and he simply didn’t know where to hit. Lots of things looked queer, but after this initial experience he felt it best to say nothing until he could light on a point that no one could gainsay, and he found it in front of the left section. “Where is Mr. Waring, sir?” he sternly asked. “I wish I knew, colonel. His horse came back without him, as you doubtless saw, and, as he hasn’t appeared, I am afraid of accident.” “How did he come to leave his post, sir? I have no recollection of authorizing anything of the kind.” “Certainly not, colonel. He rodl back to his quarters with my consent before adjutant’s call had sounded, and he should have been with us again in abundant time.” “That young gentleman needs more discipline than he is apt to get at this rate, Capt. Cram, and I desire that you pay closer attention to his movements than you have done in the past. Mr. Drake,” he said to his adjutant, who was tripping around after his chief afoot, “call on Mr. Waring to explain his absence in writing and without delay. This indifference to duty is something to which I am utterly unaccustomed,” continued Braxton again, addressing Cram, who preserved a most uncompromising serenity of countenance; and with this parting shot the colonel turned gruffly away and soon retook his station at the reviewing point.

Then came the second hitch. Minor had had no experience whatever, as has been said, and he first tried to wheel into column of companies without closing ranks, whereupon every captain promptly cautioned “Stand fast,” and thereby banished the last remnant of Minor’s senses. Seeing that something was wrong, he tried again, this time prefacing with “Pass in review,” and still the captains were implacable. The nearest one, in a stage whisper, tried to make the major hear “Close order, first.” But all the time Brax was losing more of his temper and Minor what was left of his head, and Brax came down like the wolf on the fold, gave the command to “Close order” himself, and was instantly echoed by Cram’s powerful shout “Limber to the rear,” followed by “Pieces left about! Caissons forward!” Then, in the rumble and clank of the responding battery, Minor’s next command was heard by only the right wing of the battalion, and the company wheels were ragged. So was the next part of the performance when he started to march in review, never waiting, of course, for the battery to wheel into column of sections. This omission, however, ix. no wise disconcerted

Cram, who, following at rapid walk, soon gained on the rear of eohunn, passing his post commander in beautiful order and with mo6t accurate salute on the part of himself and officers, and, observing this, Minor took heart, and, recovering his senses to a certain extent, gave the command “Guide left” in abundant time to see that the new guides were accurately in trace, thereby insuring what he expected to find a beautiful wheel into line to the left, the commands for which movement he gave in louder and more confident tone, but was instantly nonplussed by seeing the battery wheel into Hne to the right and move off in exactly the opposite direction from what he had expected. This was altogether too much for his equanimity. Digging his spurs into the flanks of the astonished sorrel, he darted off after Cram, waving his sword, and shouting: “Left into line wheel, captain. Left into line wheel.” In vain Mr. Pierce undertook to explain matters. Minor presumed that the artilleryman had made an actual blunder and was only enabled to correct it by a countermarch, and so rod* back to his position in front of tha center of the reforming linf, convinced that at last he had caught the battery commander.

When Braxton, therefore, came down to make his criticisms and comments upon the conduct of the review, Minor was simply amazed to find that instead of being in error Cram had gone exactly right and as prescribed by his drill regulations in wheeling to the right and gaining ground to the rear before coming up on the line. He almost peevishly declared that he wished the colonel, if he proposed having a combined review, would assume command himself, as he didn’t care to be bothered with combination tactics of which he had never had previous knowledge. Being of the same opinion, Braxton himself took hold, and the next performance, though somewhat erroneous in many respects, was a slight improvement on the first, though Braxton did not give time for the battery to complete one movement before he would rush it into another. When the officers assembled to compare notes during the rest after the second repetition, Minor growled that this was “a little better, yet not good,” which led to some one

“WHAT THE DEVIL’S THE MATTER?”

suggesting in low tone that the major got his positives and comparatives worse mixed than his tactics, and inquiring further “whether it might not be well to dub him Minor Major,” The laughter that followed this sally naturally reached the ears of the seniors, and so Brax never let up on the command until the review went off without an error of any appreciable weight, without, in fact, “a hitch in the fut or an unhitch in the harse,” as Doyle expressed it. It was high noon when the battalion got back to barracks and the officers hung out their moist clothing to dry in the sun. It was near one when the batterymen, officers and all, came steaming up from the stables, and there was the colonel’s orderly with the colonel’s compliments and desires to see Capt. Cram before the big batteryman had time to change his dress. Braxton’s first performance on getting into cool habiliments was to go over to his office and hunt through the book shelves for a volume in which he never before had felt the faintest interest—the Light Artillery Tactics of 1864. There on his desk lay a stack of mail unopened, and Mr. Drake was already silently inditing the summary note to the culprit Waring. Brax wanted first to see with his own eyes the instructions for light artillery when reviewed with other troops, vaguely hoping that there might still be some point on which to catch his foeman on the hip. But if there were he did not find it. He was tactician enough to see that even if Cram had formed with his leading drivers on line with the infantry, as Braxton thought he should have done, neither of the two methods of forming into battery would then have got his guns' where they belonged. Cram’s interpretation of the text was backed by the custom of service, and there was no use citicising it further. And so, after discontentedly hunting through the dustcovered pages awhile in hopes of stumbling on some codicil or rebuttal, the colonel shut it with a disgusted snap and tossed the offending tome on the farthest table. At that moment Brax could have wished the board of officers who prepared the Light Artillery Tictics in the nethermost depths of the neighboring swamp. Then he turned on his silent staff officer —a not unusual expedients. “Why on earth, Mr. Drake, didn’t you look up that point, instead of making such a break before the whole command?” “I oouldn’t find anything about*it in Casey, sir, anywhere,” replied the perturbed young man. “1 didn’t know where else to look.” “Well, you might have asked Mr. Ferry or Mr. Pierce. The Lord knows you waste enough time w'ith ’em.” “You might have asked Capt. Cram,” was what Drake wanted to say, but wisely did not. He bit the end of his penholder instead, and bridled his tongue and temper. i “The next time I have a review with I a mounted battery, by George*” said

the poet oamaunder, finally, bringing his fist down on the table with a crash, “I just—won’t have it!” He had brought down the pile of letters as well as his fist, and Drake sprang to gather them, replacing them on the desk and dexterously slipping a paper cutter under the flap of each envelope as he did so. At the very first note he opened Brax threw himself back in his chair with a long whistle of mingled amazement and concern, then turned suddenly on his adjutant. “What became of Mr. Waring? He wasn't hurt?” “Not a bit, sir, that I know of. He drove to town with Capt. Cram’s team —at least I was told so—and left that note for you there, sir.” “He did!—left the post and left a note for me! Why!—” But here Braxton broke off short, tore open the note and read; “My Dear Colonel; I trust you will overlook the Informality of my going to town without previously consulting you. I had purposed, of course, asking your permission, but the mishap that befell me in the runaway of my horse prevented my appearance at the review, and had I waited for, your return from the field It would have compelled me to break my engagement with our friends the Allertons. Uuder the circumstances I folt sure of your complaisance. “As I hope to drive Miss Allerton down after the matinee, might It not be a gcod Idea to have the dress parade and the band out? They have seen the battery drills but are much more desirous of seeing the infantry. "Most sincerely yours, “S. 3. Warxno.’’ [TO BE CONTINUED.]

DID NOT RECOGNIZE GEORGE.

American Naval Officer* Who Were Nonplussed by a Statue In Europe. An American man-of-war put into a Mediterranean port for several days in the course of a cruise not long ago, and several of the officers taking advantage of a bright, cool Sunday mado up a party to explore the town. They enjoyed themselves immensely in ferreting out all the notable sights, but according to the Kansas City Times there was one thing that puzzled them. Occupying a conspicuous place in the heart Of the city was an excellent statue, in heroic size. A Washington violinist, who, if it were necessary, could read music in half a dozen different languages, translated the inscription. No name was given; that doubtless would have been purely a work of supererogation, but the individual was described as the pride of his countrymen and the ornament of his century. Hyperbole struggled with euphemism in an effort to do justice to his greatness. The Americans, all men of wide reading and considerable information, were completely mystified. They recalled scores of portraits of famous men to compare them with tho features and general makeup of the hero in bronze in vain. Rather disconcerted at their failure to place so exalted a personage, they trudged hack to the hotel and ordered all the guide books available to be sent up at once. The page at which the first hook that was taken up fell open contained a cut and voluminous description of the statue in question. The inquiring traveler was therein informed that tho monument had been erected by tho citizens of the town as a witness of their admiration of the nobility and unselfish patriotism of George Washington.

PEERS AND THEIR PERQUISITES

They Show Unwillingness to Toll of Salaries and Pensions. The peers were asked by Lord Monkswell recently to assent to a return showing the amounts they severally draw from the public exchequer for salaries, pay, pensions or allowances of any other kind, says the London Daily News. They did assent in the long run, when they were told that it would be perfectly easy to make the same motion in the house of commons, but it was with evident uneasiness of mind. Peer after peer rose to ask Lord Monkswell what he meant to do with the information when he got it. One bitterly insinuated that it was perhaps for the use of the county council. This went on until another noble lord tried to cure hi 3 colleagues of their terror by the well-known expedient of a shock. He suggested the dread possibility of “The Financial Reform Almanac” —and in a tone of approval which must have made the blood of his hearers run cold. Some pleaded for the right to put down what they paid, as well as what they received—as though “horses, servants and subscriptions” would be taken as a sort of offset in the form of contributions to the welfare of the country. It will be a useful return to have the drawer, or the lords would never have made such a fuss about it. We hope it will give no encouragement to low radical politicians by showing that the system of “paid members” already flourishes in rank luxuriance in the upper house. The only course left — and most of the lords may take it with perfect sincerity —is to plead that they are not paid for anything they have done, but only for what their fathers did of old time.

Dogs of the Mines.

Many of the hills about Pittsburgh are pierced with horizontal shafts admitting to the rich deposits of bituminous coal, and for many years there has been a race of hardy dogs employed as beasts of burden in these mines. A team of two dogs will gallop out of the mine, dragging after them over the narrow gauge tramway a Kittle car laden with many hundred pounds of coal. To the stranger who visits one of these mines it is somewhat alarming to hear behind him the rumble of the car, accompanied by the quick steps of the dogs, for the creatures are sometimes fierce, and the man who should find himself in the way might fare ill. The guide, however, always finds a place of refuge, and the invisible team rolls by in the darkness, leaving the stranger unharmed.

That Is Why They Survive.

“1 flatter myself that this is a very good joke,” said Snickers as he handed a 'witticism to the editor. “Yos,” replied the latter, “these very old jokes generally have a good point to them.”--J udga.

INDIANA STATE NEWS.

At Jeffersonville, the other after* Boon Wm. Smothers buried his son. At the funeral and when Smothers was kneeling at his son's bier, George Hall edged against him, deliberately picked his pockets and stole therefrom a gold watch and chain. Smothers did not miss his watch until he was about to enter his carriage, when he gave the alarm. Suspicion pointed to Hall, and after a lively chase he was overtaken and the time piece found on his person. No time was lost in placing Hall in jail. I. 11. Lieiwhutz & Sox, clothiers at Vincennes, made an assignment the other day. The aasets nnd the liabilities will each l>e over 120,000. A telegram was received from Controller Eckels the other afternoon notifying Mr. Edward nawkins that he has been appointed receiver of the Indianapolis national bank. The dispatch was forwarded to Mr. Hawkins, who is summering with his family at Beaton Harbor, Mich.

Emanuei. Rothbchit.d, the proprietor of the Golden Rule store, at Bedford, whose stock of goods was set on fire, was arrested and given preliminary trial. Some very strong testimony being against, he was bound over to court under $5,000 bond. The goods were all lost, but were insured in several companies.

A statement of the affairs of the Exchange bank of Buck &■ Toan, of Plymouth, by the assignee, shows liabilities at $43,716, of which $37,110 are deposits, against $51,849 available assets. The ladies of the churches of Greentown have wrecked the one saloon in town with axes, clubs and other feminine weapons of warfare. They first met at the saloon and held prayer to get the proprietor to stop, but failing to melt him, they adjourned to take more decided action. Church bells were rung, and then the work of destruction began. Ted Irvine, the author of several sensational tales under the nora do plume of “Frederic S. Butte,” was married at Logansport, the other day, to his divorced wife, nee Artie Learner. When they wore parted last spring the court ordered that neither re-marry within three years, but they succeeded in securing a modification of this decree. Sixty tramps boarded a freight on the Pittsburgh road, and fought while the train was in motion, near Liverpool An unknown white man was 6hot and fatally wounded by a Negro. Seven tramps were arrested. In the State Demorest contest, at Mitchell, Miss Lizzie Crim, of that place, took the gold medal over eight Bontestants from other parts of the itate. This is the third medal she has taken. George Dodson, a Brown county farmer, subject to epilepsy, was righting up a burning log heap on his farm when ho was taken with a fit and fell into the fire. A small boy standing by was unable to drag him from the flame* and ran for help. When rescued from his perilous position he was seriously burned.

Young & Thatcher, implement und music dealers, Tipton, have failed. Their liabilities are placed at 111,000, with assets amounting 1 to 17,600. Mrs. Lizzie Storms is the woman implicated in the murder of Kent Browne at Winchester. The Citizens’ national bank, one of the oldest and soundest banks in Muncie, suspended business the other morning. Withdrawals of deposits and inability to realize on paper is the cause. President Kerwood claims that the assets are as two to one. Will Jeffiuks, 14, colored, was smothered to death at his home near Churubusco. His folks left him to take care of the house, and while lying on the bed he had a fit and was smothered ia the bedclothes. A desperate attempt was made by seven prisoners to break the Clark county jaiL They were only prevented from accomplishing their designs by the timely arrival of Mollie Donovan, sister of the sheriff.

It turns out that Eleanor Mullen, a young woman of Indianapolis, was kept a prisoner at the state reformatory for three years, when her sentence was for but thirty days. .Mrs. Sarah T. Bolton, known for half a century as “the Indiana poetess," died at Indianapolis, the other night* She was born in Newport, Kv., in 1811. Mrs Bolton’s poems were published ia book form. For many years she stood foremost among the writers of Indiana. Among her poetic effusions probably the best know are “Paddle Your Owa Canoe,” and “The Union Forever.” John Jeffries, a stock-dealer near Carmel, had $550 stolen from his house. Tracks show that three men went through a corn-field near by.

A Connersville machinist named! Morgan has invented a unicyele. The vehicle consists of a wheel eight feet in diameter, and the operator sits inside this monster cycle to propel it. As the model of the machine is not completed a full description can not be given. He daims that it will revolutionize modern wheeling and that it can be easily and successfully operated. Tim Bank of Commerce, of Indianapolis? has collected $10,500 of outstanding debts since the bank suspended* and most of the- notes held by the bank will be due in. a few weeks. The vice president reports that it is th« intention of the bank management to. be able to pay all claimants in full and resume business on October 1. Got. Matthews has pardoned W» Hudson, convicted of bigamy. Mrs. W. W. Ritchie, of Noblesville, swallowed a pin and needle about six years ago. The pin passed from her directly after the accident, but the needle has just come out of her flesh iy the side. She has suffered no pai* whatever. Att’y-Gen. Green Smith has sna* Lined tjov. Matthews in regard to the latter's stand on the Roby prize ring matter. The attorney general holds .that the offenses committed at Roby are simply misdemeanors o\er whicn Lake county justice of the per.<» Vm jurisdiction.

THE HAND OF NATURE.

Bow tho Rapid Ut«Ud( of Moon tolas aaA Rlvor Banka Takoa Piaeo. The geologist studying in the Rocky mountains is ever astonished at the rapid degradation of mountain forms. Cliffs, peaks, crags and rocky scaurs are forever tumbling down. The rocks break asunder above and roll down in great slides on the flanks and übout the feet of the mountains. As the slopes are thus diminished gradually the slides are covered with soil, In part through the decay of the rocks themselves, in part by wind-drifted sands, but perhaps in chief part by the washing of the soils above. In this manner a great mountain is ultimately buried by overplacement. This overplacement gradually washes down, to be distributed on still lower grounds, but it is replaced from above from the newly-formed soils. The process goes on until the mountain is degraded into hills and the streams have carried away the - greater part of the material of the ancient mountain Now, in studying these mountains, the geologist is always on his guard to distinguish overplacement from foundation structure. When the mountains are all gone the hills are degraded in the same manner, and the process continues until s grand base-level 1b established, below which degradation can not take place; then the mountains and hills have all been carried away by rivers to the sea. As mountains and hills are degraded, so valley slopes are brought down. The river, meandering now on this side and now on that, increases the length of its course, as every bend throughout the valley is cut back; but ulthnately bend works back against bend, until shorter channels are produced. By cut-off channels the course of the river is diminished; by increasing its meanders the conrse of the river is lengthened; but in tlie grand operation the one about compensates for the other. In this manner the river is forever rearranging the flood plain. The banks of the stream, left dry by the vicissitudes of river cutting, tumble down, and a bank goes through a process much like that of the mountain slope.—Maj. J. W. l’owell, in Popular Science Monthly.!]

Good Advlee to Young Women.

There is nothing so certain to make you disliked as to tell your troubles to a friend. Prosperity means friendship, but once you take it into your head to retail your woes you will soon discover that your company is not wanted, and the people who once bowed to you in pleasant recognition now walk on tho other side of the way with a cpld and j stony glare that looks over your head or through your body, but never meets your eyes as of yore. The people are not hard-hearted that turn the cold shoulder to you. They are only averse to knowing of any more misery than they already have to bear. We every one of us have our little troubles. In some cuses they grow to be very large ones, and it isn’t pleasant to have the dark side continually thrust before us just when we begin to feel a bit comfortable in our minds over some unpleasant occurrence that has upset us for a time. Take a bit of valuable advice, and when you feel like telling someone of your spat with your intended or how low your finances are, just remember our warning and don’t do it. Your mother, your father and your husband are the truest sympathizers, end, outside of them, you are certain ,to be soon called a bore if you persist in your harrowing confidence®—Philadelphia Timeß.

The Pigmies of Spain.

The dwarf race of Morocco and the Atlas has been traced to Europe, and fairly pure types are found in Spain, especially in the province of Gerona. These people are only three feet seven inches to three feet nine inches high, and are otherwise characterized by a yellow skin, broad, square face, Mongolian eyes and red hair of woolly texture. Specimens of them are occasionally to be seen in the markets of Salamanca; and there is said to be a number in the Col de Tosas and the valley of Ribas, several hours by rail from Toflouae. It Is not improbable that the Mongolian eye, which is observed in a small percentage of Welsh and English people, is derived by inheritance i from the Iberian pigmies or a common, ancestry.—Cassell's Magazine.

Census Statistics.

Triplets recently blessed the home of Mr. Bird'whistle, of Park avenue. Hebvoke thwnews to his son Tommy by saying: “Do yon know, Tommy, you have three little brothers?” “Is that, so? You bought three because you got ’em cheaper, didn’t you, papa?” replied Tommy, who has a head for-business.—Texas Siftings. —Rev. Edward P. Blodgett celebrated* on a recent Sunday, with appropriate- religious exercises the fiftieth anniversary of his installation as pastor oi : the little Congregational churoh im Greenwich. Mass. The church, which, was organized in 1744, is known for its? long pastorates, two ministers havingoccupied; its pulpit for ninety-four years, and three fear one hundred and one years. It is Mr. Blodgett’s onljppastorate, and he has been absent front) his pulpit because of illness but once*in, forty-three years. Only twice has he, missed being present at Amherst, college commencement in the whole, halff centwry. —Rev. Dr. Wild, the preacher of Toronto, Ont., bidding hi* congregation farewell on a recent S#»day evening, told them that ho left a $5,000 salary in Brooklyn thirteen) years ago to preach to them for half the sum; that they doubled it, and he made $5,000 a year more by lecturing, and he added, facetiously, that if in a year’s time they were looking for another pastor at SIO,OOO a year they might give him a call. I I —You can find a hundred people who I are courageous where you wRI find ou% I who -s patient,—Bom’s Horn.