Rensselaer Republican, Volume 16, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 July 1884 — Page 7

The Republican. RENSSELAER, INDIANA. «. E. MARSHALL, Pububbkk.

According to the report Of* committee of the New York Board of Health appointed to- examine into the recent case of diptheria among some children of Amsterdam, New York, a cat and a doll were mainly instrumental in spreading the disease.

There are 125 licensed distilleries in Scotland, no less than thirty-five being in Argyllshire alone Campbelltown has twenty-two within its bounds, and there are five in Islay. In Banffshire there are eleven distilleries, including the celebrated Glenlivet establishment, of which the praise has long been sung. It still holds first position among Highland whiskey. An exchange says: “A lady residing in Berks County, Pennsylvania, has some painful coincidences associated with the anniversary of her birth. On her birthday two years ago her sister died. . Last year her youngest daughter died on the same date. This year her eldest daughter died on the sadly notable anniversary.” She must stop having birthdays, and in that way change her luck.

In French Algeria the work of exterminating wild beasts is making rapid progress. The number killed, lor which rewards were paid by the Government, rose from 647 only in 1881 to 1;656 in the following year*. Among these the jackals figure for by . far the larger proportion, numbering on the total of the two years 1,969 out of 2,303. Besides these there were four lions, six lionesses, 119 panthers, and 196' hyenas.

Every one, rich and poor, takes a dip once a day in a caldron of hot water in Japan. The rich bathe lief ore dinner and at night The whole household dip in the same water. Precedence is given to the visitorb, then the elders, followed by the young’ people according to age, and then the servants. On getting out of the caldron each bather gargles mouth and throat with cold aromatized water. They then fan each other until they are all dry. y

Drs. Richardson and Kerr in connection with Weston’s feat- of walking, that a man may take so small an amount of alcohol in a light beer that it will be of no effect one way or the other; but when he resorts to it as a promoter of strength or sustained physical effort, and takes a quantity such as he believes necessary for that purpose, it is then that he will discover his error. The Lancet says: “Whatever inference we draw or refuse to draw from Mr. Weston’s walk, it remains one of the most surprising feats that was ever performed by man.”

The Breslaur Aerztliche Zeitscrift gives statistics for the German universities for the summer of 1883: Berlin, 4,061; Bonn, 1,165; Breslin, 1,559; Gottingen, 1,104; Greifswald, 741; Ha11e,1,414; Kiel, 441; Konigsberg, 929; Marburg, 848; Munster, 318; Erlangen,. 641; Freburg, 823; Giessen, 464; Heidelbnrg, 1,019; Jena, 631; Munich, 2,225; Strassburg, 834; Wurzburg, 1,085; Leipsig, '3,097; Bostock, 231; Tubingen, 1,373. Of these 25,284 students, 6,172 studied medicine, 9,117 philosophy, 5626 law, 3,558 evangelical theology, 811 catholic theology.

Milne Edwards, the naturalist, is giving in Paris an interesting exhibition of submarine plants and animals found during his exploration of the Mediterranean. He took soundings to the depth of 19,685 feet and brought up some of the most remarkable organisms ever seen. They are said to have puzzled the most accomplished naturalists, some es them being of such a nature as to make it difficult to classify them either as belonging to a botanical or zoological, species. The dregings were on a large scale, samples of rock weighing over 200 pounds being sometimes brought up.

A gikl not yet 17, Miss Rossiter, of West Philadelphia, is at the head of women silk culturists in the United States. She has written a pamphlet on silk culture, which is claimed to be an* thority. She rears and sells worms, eggs, cocoons and reeled silk. She has made meantime the largest and handsomest private collection of objects pertaining to her occupation in the United States. Silk culture is a fascinating and comparatively new occupation for women and children in this country. It is said that it can be made remunerative and can be carried on wherever the mulberry will grow. Most of the cocoons in this country, hqgfever, are grown by women in the Spfith. Jealous wife was she whom Wesley married, fit is toll that when. Mrs. Wes. leyr wearied «f her husband’s .liberal and unsettled life she playing the spy, opening his letters,fallowing him from totrn to town, ifid plaguing

hirfi in every way, openly and secretly, that her malice could contrive. “J3y her outrageous jealousysays Sou thy, “she deserves to be classed in a triad with Xantippe and the wife of Job as one of the three bad wives.” She proved a thorn in the flesh of Wesley for twenty years, and at last she left his house, carrying off his journals and papers, which she never returnedHer husband acted in a way which may be recommended to the attention of all who are tried with jealous wives. He simply stated in his diary the fact of her leaving, saying he had no idea what the cause had been, and adding: “I did not forsake her; I did not dismiss her•, I will not recall her.”

The Russian authorities ruling over the newspaper press continue to distinguish themselves by effecting the most ridiculous results. When the funeral of the late Count Vladimir Adlerberg took place recently, the Emperor and Empress and nearly all the Imperial Grand Dukes and Duchesses were the most conspicuous among the chief mourners, and the Emperor even rode for a short distance behind the remains in the procession, which is an honor reserved by the Russian Czars almost entirely for deceased members of their own imperial families. For three days the Official Messenger did not publish a single word about this great public funeral, and all the other journals gave their different accounts without uttering a syllable as to the presence of the imperial family. They were deterred by the standing order forbidding all mention of movements of imperial personages until officially chronicled in the Government Gazette. Yet the fact of the imperial presence at the funeral was telegraphed the same night to Moscow, and unreservedly published the next day in M. KatkofiTs favorite jour nah

It is probable that within a few years the storing and selling of ice will be dispensed with. By mechanical anc chemical devices a cold atmosphere can be induced of a temperature so low that artificial ice very readily forms. These are used where many animals are killed and stored for food between the decks of vessels which take dressed meats from America to Europe, and in storage warehouses in which are kept eggs, butter, cheese, meat, and poultry. In the St. John*s Railway Depot in New York is a series of some ninety rooms, covering an area of 30,. 000 square feet, which are kept at a freezing temperature all the year round by means of a pipe running along the ceiling through which the freezing mixture from the tank is sent. In a great' apartment house in West 23d street, in New York, there will be a cooling as well as a heating apparatus affecting all the rooms. In addition to being lit by electricity, and heated by the steam from the engine that runs the dynamos, every room will contain a coil through which will circulate a freezing mixture forced up from the cellar. Thus on a burning hot day in July and August the occuparts of this great apartment-house can turn on the cooling air and produce ice in their rooms, if they wish to do so. Saloon and sleeping cars can be refrigerated in mid-summer, and thus kept comfortably cool. The manufacturers of the apparatus say that after the first cost of the plant,, the running expenses would not be 2 cents a day for each refrigerator, which is, far cheaper than ice, apart from the cost of handling and storing the latter. With this apparatus, the heated plains and the buring sand of the torrid zones may be made not only habitable but comfortable for the average man or woman of. the temperate regions of the earth.

Gough’s Tact.

It is not expedient for a lecturer to be so eulogistically introduced to an audience as to arouse expectations which he cannot meet John B. Gough relates how he managed to escape from such a catastrophe when introduced to a London audience: His introducer had pronounced him the greatest orator who had ever lived, and ended a long and fulsome eulogy by telling the people to prepare them- ■ selves tor suftfi a bam of elhjytr&nce as they had never before listened to. Gough, knowing that the best efforts he had ever made would, under such circumstances, fall far short of anticipation, determined to practice a ruse, and the ruse was to effect stupidity. He opened by stammering and hesitating, by beginning his sentence, and leaving them unfinished, until, as he said, the worst speaker in England could not have done worse. He soon overheard those on the platform whispering their disapprobation and censure, one man saying,— “Oh, this will never do here, yon know. It may all be very well in America. yon know, but in England, yon know, it is quite a different thing.” He still continued in his dull, disconnected way until he had seen that he had a background for his verbal pictures. Then he gradually adopted his natural manner, and as sentence after sentence rolled out, vivid and resonant from his lipa, his audience grew enthusiastic, and fairly roared with applause. He had never been more rapturously greeted than he was then and there-. Those who heard him declared that they had never known a man to change so after he had once warmed up.

HOT SHOT FOR THE BOLTERS.

Gen. John I. Swift Nails the Blaine Flag to the Mast. Notwithstanding the “sdaturn” that a few days since somewhat chilledthe political atmosphere in this vicinity, the next President of the republic James G. Blaine. Still, in one sense, Massachusetts is a doubtful State, it being’ doubtful whether she will give 20,0u0, 30,000, or 40,000 for Republican principles and the Republican ticket in November next. . —L_ THE first shot strikes a boston ‘ “IDEE.” V When men prate about not wearing about their necks a “Bepublicancollar,” hear them out, and say, “Nobody wants you to.” But when any one, caJed by whatever political name, attempts to put the Democratic collar around the nation’s neck, vote him down on the spot. SPIKING THE enemy’s MUD BATTERIES. A man cannot live among his fellows for a generation and have his children pass into mature years, while all his ways toe under constant watch, and still retain the loyal affection of his locality, and he be a man. Put that down as something settled. CHEERING THE MEN WITH A LITTLE GROG. When a learned college President expostulated with a female crank for wearing trousers, by saying “It was utterly reprehensible and unladylike and unscriptural to do so,” the female in male attire quietly remarked: “Well, President, it is with me, trousers or nothing.” “ Mercy,” said the good President, “anything but that last extremity. The bare possibility is revolting. ” The bare possibility of the return of the Democratic party, the last resort of the Independent, is too revolting an alternative. INTO THE BOLTERS’ POWDER MAGAZINE. » When the Senate of the United States unanimously confirmed James G. Blaine as Secretary of State did it stultify and perjure itself by giving high place to a person of low and objectionable public morals ? A LITTLE MORE GROG. No matter how much a bad boy sings “I want to be an angel,” it is wise to put the jam on the top shelf and to lock up the step ladder. That is our receipt and treatment at all times for Democratic misconduct and innate cussedness. JEERING AT THE DEMAND FOR A SURRENDER. Before we deliver Faneuil Hall over to Tammany Hall; before we surrender Plymouth Rock and Bunker Hill to a solid South and a political party solid at any price for national domination; before we place a Democratic President to succeed Abraham Lincoln and U. S. Grant, we require something more convincing than the hackneyed phrase that political candidates, like Caesar’s wife, must be above suspicion. THE ENEMY’S MAIN-MAST GOES. This canvass will turn on the one fact whether the party that has made this Republic what it is shall now give way to a party the triumph of which at any election in thirty years would have been a calamity of the first magnitude. RUNNING UP A FREE-TRADE FLAG. From Lexington Common and Concord Bridge the rank and file of the Republican army will once more clash with the British forces that temporarily occupy Boston in the interests of free trade under the banner- of “independence ; and there will be blows to give, as well as blows to take, in the canvass. A HIT AT THE HOME GUARD. Gen. John A. Logan will have the vote of the loyal soldiers as no one but Grant ever had it. The brave officer who, in the face of death, carried the flag, will not be deserted by the “boys in blue, ” because his grammar is not up to the mark that meets the fastidious taste of Mr. Congressman Lymap. THE FLAG OF THE OLD SHIP STILL THERE.

To the East, where among its pineclad hills our standard-bearer lives; to the West, with the hearts of its people as big as*their own prairies, the West that demanded the selection of our candidate ; to the North, whose countless lives of toil are now trembling in the waiting balance of events; to the South, with its dusky millions pleading to Almighty God that the only national friends they ever had may not be swept from power—to one and all of the Republican hosts we send greeting, that the State holding beneath her sod the ashes of Charles Sumner and Henry Wilson and John A. Andrew will neverbetray the cause of freedom and progress, but will cast her fourteen electoral votes, every one for James G. Blaine, of Maine, and John A. Logan, of Illinois, for President and Vice President of this Nation.— Speech before the Middlesex Club of Boston.

The Political Pharisees.

The forthcoming struggle for the Presidency -between the two great parties will be too serious to allow the little discontented cliques in New York and Massachusetts who hang on to the Republican party in calm weather and desert it in the storms to masquerade as “Reformers” or Independents any longer. Their only ides of reform is not to make any change within the party by aiding it, but outside the party by assaulting it. Provided some man is named as a candidate who is acceptable to them, they are ready to reform the party, if only they do not have to associate with it If the candidate is not acceptable to them they go over to the Democratic party, whose only doctrines are spoils and State sovereignty, and vote for candidates who they know will reform nothing. There is but one title which fitly describes these gentlemen, and that is, political Pharisees. Like the Pharisees, they assume to “sit in Moses’ seat.” Like the Pharisees, they “say and do not. ” When Mr. Curtis arose in Moses’ seat he said he and his clique were honorable men -or they would not be there as delegates to the Republican Convention, but they are not acting honorably. Like the Pharisees,', they “make broad their that the people may imagine they alone carry the Republican law and gospel on their breasts and that they -are the only guides whose counsel it is safe to follow*. Like the Pharisees, they “love the uppermost rooms at feasts, the chief seats in the synagogues, and greet-

ings in the markets.* Like the Pharisees, they make their own opinions and pass them off as law. Outwardly they appear righteous and within they are full of hypocrisy and iniquity. “I thank Thee that lam not as other men are,” is their motto. Not being as other, men are, they have no honest affiliation with other men, no common basis of action with other men, unless the other men condescend to follow their lead and accept their demands, which is in itself the essence of hypocrisy. They are like the moral little boys who played marbles with Emery Storrs—when he was a youngster. Storrs says that when the good little boy won he put Storrs’ marbles in his pocket and went home; when Storrs won, the good little boy wanted to have his marbles back, and to play the game over again. Like the Pharisees, they assume to monopolize all the virtues, which have proved to be of such a Democratic sort that in 1876 they supported Tilden, in 1880 they, supported Hancock, and a year later they supported Butler in Massachusetts. One would not have to look far to find that Mr. George William Curtis is the chief rabbi among the Pharisees, and wears the biggest phylactery. In May, 1876, he examined Mr. Blaine’s record, and pronounced it spotless and satisfactory. In 1884 he refuses to support him, on the ground that his record is not good, though no new charge has been fabricated by his enemies. In 1882 Mr. Curtis quoted Mr. Blaine’s speeches in favor of civilservice reform. In 1884 he opposes him on the ground that he has not advocated civil-service reform, and now he crowns his hypocritical record by declaring that “Blaine was doubtless the choice of a large majority of the Republican party, ” and, by refusing to support him after taking part in the convention, sets himself up as above the laws of honor and as knowing more than the Republican party, and being better than its majority, which ‘is Phariseeism personified, and repeating itself in the old “I thank Thee that 1 am not as other men are.” — Chicago Tribune.

Logan and the Southern Soldier.

In the dark days of reconstruction,we think it was in 1866, the month of June, three gentlemen sat on the porch of a private boarding-house on Michigan avenue, Washington City. As they sat together in low and earnest conversation, an old man in worn but once respectable garments, lame and hobbling on a crutch, paused directly in front of the trio, and glanced searching!? in the faces of all three. There was an expression in the upturned countenance of the old man too readily defined—a look of weariness—an air, in fact, of present poverty, that could not be misunderstood by the group. “Can I do anything for you, my man ?” asked the senior of the trio, attentively regarding the stationary figure in his front. “I think not, sir,” was the quick response. “Where did you get that lame leg?” inquired the first speaker. “At Chickamauga.” “On what side?” “Your side, if you are a Southerner,” rejoined the old man, leaning wearily on his crutch. —

“Not mine, friend,” said the gentleman. “I belonged to the other side.” “That makes a big difference,” remarked the crippled stranger. “I was about to ask you a favor, but you live on the wrong side of the house.” “What can Ido for you, old man?” still urged the gentleman, with quiet gravity. “I may -as well tell you as any one else. I am a stranger in this city and trying to get out of it. I have a home in" the far South and enough to live on when I get there. I ran out of money in Baltimore and was brought here by the kindness of the conductor on the train.”

“Have you no money now?” “I expected a remittance of $25 from home when I reached this place; but it has not arrived. ” . “Well! you shall not go home on your crutches if I can help it,” and the gentleman produced his pocketbook and counted six $5 bills in the palm of of the stranger. “It is too much! I dislike to take it!” exclaimed the old man, grateful and astonished.

“Keep it—you are welcome to it,” persisted the gentleman. “I thank you—a thousand times!” said the old man. “When I get home I will return every cent of it Your ifame —for I want to remember it and honor it as long as I live. ” “Never mind that, old man. If you have enough, as you say, to live on in your far-away Southern home, and if you should ever meet in that home a boy in blue in such trouble as you are to-day, just hand him the little amount I give you now and say no more about it” The man who sent one of our own dear boys—a poor Confederate—on his way rejoicing was Gen. John Alexander Logan, noted, if some of our exchanges are to be his judges, for merciless treatment of the Southern soldiers! Natchez (Miss. ) Crusader.

“The one thing that has puzzled me more than anything else in the'Presidential canvass,” said a man who was wrapped up in Blaine in 1876, in Grant in 1880, and in Logan in 1884, “is the indifference of men like Ingersoll, Hale, and Frye.” But scarcely were the words uttered when one of Ingersoll’s intimates responded with: “I ean let in a little light on that, even though I cannot explain it. More than a#»year ago Blaine said to some of his cronies: T have chased the Presidency through two campaigns, and I am done. The Presidency after this may chase me. If my friends in the party want me they know where to find me.’ ”

The Washington Sunday Herald (Dem.) intimates that the Louisiana sugar-planters are likely to support Blaine and Dogan, and that the Republicans are verv hopeful of carrying the State. ' ' The President and the members of his Cabinet will earnestly support Blaine and Logan. There is no truth in the report that the Independents offered Gen. Arthur a nomination.

THE BAD BOY.

“Say, what has become of your chum ?* asked the grocery man of the’ bad boy, as he found him sitting on the front steps untangling a fish line, when he opened the grocery to sweep out. “I haven't heard anything from your chum for three months. Ain’t dead, is he?”

“No, I guess not,” said the bad boy, as he tried to untie a knot in his fishline with his teeth. “He was alive at 2 p. m., last Saturday, when he wrote to me from Kalamazoo. You see, my ehum was always tuffer nor I was, if you would believe me. He didn’t show so much tuffness right out plain, but he had <it in him bigger ’n a wolf. He didn’t like the way things was a running at home, and made up his mind to run away, and wanted me to go too. He pictured to me how we could go to Chicago and join a circus that was there, and travel, doing some sort of work for our board at first, until we learned how to turn flip-flaps, and then we could get a regular salary, and come home in the fall with our pockets full of money, and the boys would look upon us as heroes. I never had much runaway in me, and I didn’t take to it very kindly, though my chum tried to show, me how I was abused at home, though I don’t think I was abused half as much as I abused other people. After he had pictured to me the picnic we would have, I went and asked pa wbat he thought about it—if it was a good scheme for a boy to run away from home, and I told him the programme my chum had laid out. Pa was a boy once, and he ran away from home, and for a week he didn’t have enough to eat to keep his shape. He told me about it, and how the skin in front of him fell in, and almost got glued to his back-bone, and when he got home they had to run a glovestretbher down his neck and stretch him before he could drink milk. Pa said it was the foolishest thing a boy could do to run away from home, and told me if my chunywanted to go to let him go, and have him write to me if it was a success, and I could go if I wanted to. That seemed to be lair enough, and so I let my chum go, and I just got a letter from him,” and the boy chewed some more on the fish-line.

“And you are going to join him,” said the grocery man, “going to leave your home and all its hallowed associations, its pancakes and church sociables, its cheerful surroundings, and go off with a circus. Well, you are a star fool.” And the grocery man swept a lot of dust into the tangled fishline.” “There you are wrong,” said the boy, as he picked up the line and spread it on the clean floor, and began chewing it where he left off. “Read that letter.” And the boy handed the grocery man a crumpled piece ci paper, which he read as follows: “Kallymazoo, Goon 12. “Dear Hen -If you haint got no money yerself to send me, pawn your sox and sell my dog to the sassidge mill, and kill my hens and sell ’em, and send me ate dollars to cum hoam. iam bust flatter nor a pancake, and hev bin most of the time since I left I was the gol darnest fool out of the idjit isylum to run away. Thar is no munny in the sirkis bizniz. I got a job currying off the zebray and feeding the higheyenies and prodding the kamels, for my bored and login. I hev bin kicked around all the time bi kanvas men, a zebray bit my pants off, and I had to have overhauls made of a gunisax. A high eneigh chawed a couple of mi fingers; a lyon roored at me and made me deef; a sakred ox hooked me with his hump, and a kamel walked on me and tried to eat my koat. A bul-dog that sleeps with the ellyfunt got mad cause I laid down on his hay to sleep, and he chewed my shoes, so I have been barefoot sins we left Michigan sitty. I don’t get nothin to eat cept what the kanvass men leave, and that is not enuff to fat a kanary burd. You shode sense in not going with the sirkis. It makes me kry when I stand by the kages and see the folks go in the show, looking happy, like I was at home ; and 1 haint had nothin to eat all day but a piece of ginger bred a kuntryman give to the ellyfunt, and it was se stale the ellyfunt wouldn’t eat it, and dropped in the dirt. The only sustainance I hev had to-day was chewin a rubber stopper to a pop bottle. Now, Hen, deer friend Hennery, don’t let our folks know how I am fixed, but send me enough munnie fur to ride in a emmygrant car, and I will dig out of this sirkis bizniz too quick, and you can meet me at Bay View when I get back, with some of your old close, and I will be dam glad to get home. Bring some kold mete and mustred, too, ana some of yer ma’s bred. No kake nor nothin like that, cause I ain’t eaten kake this year. Bring balony, and I don’t kare if it is made of yello dog, if it is balony. I druther be a dog in Milwaukee than travel with a sirkis in Kallymazoo, and hev a nappetite and no bolony sassidge. Don’t tell nobody lam bustid. Kinder hint that I have made lots of munney, outside my salary, but that I don’t kare for style enny more. If folks think I have got lots munney they won’t notis that I don't wear no sox. Send pos toffice order care hospital for homeless wanderers, and it will reach me. Don’t sale, old pard, and when I get home I will hareer up yure sole with pints on the sirkis bizniz that will make yure hare stand. Don’t you never run awa. Runnin awa is hel, such as they told us about in Sunday skool. Talk about prodigal sons, lam in a wuss fix than the wun in. the bible, cause he didn’t have zebrays gallop on him and highenies chew him, and his old man fell on his nex and had fat kaf on toast and my pa Will wallop me for supper. I wish it was bible timesnow, dontyou Hen? Wall, my pen is poor, my ink is pale, but my luv for you will never sale don’t forget the bulony sassidge, Yours till deth. Your chum,

“ Well, he is in hard luck,” said the grocerym ;n, folding up the letter. “What are you going to do? send him money 9 ” ’ . ■ ■ “Sent it already,” said the bad boy, as he wound the untangled line up on a piece of shingle. “And my chum ought to strike Bay View on the evening train, about day after to-monow, the way I calculate* and I want you to cut a fresh ■o. ■

bologna sausage, and I will fill him up, you bet. He is the only chum I eves had, except a girl, and she don’t eat bologna, bnt she is litenin’on ice cream, flay, my chum spoils pretty bad, don’t he? Well, he used to run away from school, and he missed his lessons, but I guess this circus experience will teach him to-pay attention, and learn something. Now! am going fishing, and I will be aroupd here with a sack of clothes for my chain day after to-morrow at 4 p. n»., and you have that bologna plugged, will you,* and the bad boy went off singing, “When Duffy comes marching home. Pecfc’s Sun.

The March of the Prairie Dog.

The prairie dog is a standing threat against the future prosperity of the grazing districts of the State. Draw a line from the Red River, south to the Colorado, so as to run about the western lines of Throckmorton, Shackelford, Callahan, and Coleman Counties, and you mark the front of the greatest immigration army ever dreamed of by man. From this line west 250 miles every square mile is infested by these devouring pests. They thickly inhabit a section of country 200 miles long and 250 miles wide. The advent of the white man into this country has but increased their numbers, as man h*s destroyed the wolves, badgers, rattlesnakes, panthers, and other animals which prey upon the prairie dog. They eat the grass in summer and the grass roots in winter, and the consequence is that what was but a few years ago the finest grazing region in America is fast becoming a verdureless desert. Unlike all- other animals in America, the prairie dog is migrating, not West, but East Only a year or two ago Jus eastern line was about the western line of this county. In a short time he has advanced his frontier east about five miles into Shackelford, Throckmorton, and the other counties lying north and south of Shackelford. Unless checked he will soon ravage all the mesquite grass land in the State, and will then descend in countless hosts upon the black, waxy farming land of Tarrant, Dallas, Collin, and the other counties east of us. It is no exaggeration to say that $10,000,000 does not exceed the value of the grass annually consumed by the prairie dogs in Northwest Texas. Could they be destroyed instantly, as by a stroke of lightning, the price of land in all the regions described would advance IUO per cent, as soon as the fact was known.— 'Albany Newt.

Columbus Neglected.

Rev. William Taylor, in writing about Colon in 1877, in his “Our South American Cousins,” remarks that “the last French Empress sent to this town as a present a grand bronze statue of Columbus, which extends a protecting arm around the beautiful but timidly crouching statue of an Indian princess. It should be put upon a much larger and more substantial pedestal than the one on which it now stands.” Since Mr. Taylor’s visit this “grand” statue has lost its pedestal—even that poor little one of which the reverend gentleman »rate so depreciatingly. It is rumored that the natives stole it. And now p< or old Christopher sits squatting on a bit o’ low land filled in recently by the caial company, and dignified with the title of the “terre-plain.” The Genoese navigator’s effigy—very much the worse for wear, and looking as if a good sci uibing with sand and emery stone would do him great good—squats there sans pedestal, sans platform, sans everything, mournfully gazing out upon the sea, and none so poor to de him reverence. How are the mighty fallenl. If the State of Panama or the government of the city of Colon (so called from the Spanish word for “Columbus”—“Cristobal Colon” signifying “Christopher Columbus”) had a particle of self-respect left they would not thus neglect this interesting memento of the gentleman who not only founded their town, but also erected the only church in this city.— Panama Correspondence Boston Herald.

A Narrow Escape.

An exciting scene was witnessed near ' Beckenham, England, the other day. On a railroad crossing between the latter place and Croydon some boys were crossing into a field when one of them got his boot fixed in one of the points, and could not extricate it. The quarter to 4 train had just left Beckenham Junction, and the other lads seeing the peril of their companion, shouted and screamed, but were unable to render any help. Their cries attracted the attention of a publican named Davis, who was driving past at the time. Bering the danger of the boy he ran to the spot, and the boy’s boot being a laced one Mr. Davis ripped it up with a knife, and thus released the foot of the lad, who had fainted and fallen on the line. He instantly dragged him on one side, but in doing so he was caught by the buffer of the engine, which now rushed by, and sustained a severe contusion of the head, but otherwise miraculously escaped serious injury.

Good Cause for It.

“What was the matter with that pretty girl you were promenading with at Coney Island last evening?” asked a young man of his friend. “Why, nothing, What makes you ask?” “Because she seldom spoke to you. You are good friends, I believe?” “Certainly; and she is a very nice girt” “She isn’t much of a talker, is she?” “Indeed she is; and that, by the way, accounts for her' reticence in the evening.” “How so?” “She is employed during the day in a telephone office.”— New York Journal. _____ The New York Morning Journal says that “The Average Man” was evidently written on cambric tea, and wants the author to try a little absinthe. This appears on the face of it to be a cordial remark, but Mr. Robert Grant will probably regard it in quite an opposite light “There is al was room on the top.” Yes, lor cream on boarding-house mitt. '_ ■■»»» u i; w "t ’ ■ * - r • . ; ' .■ - ’ ■