Rensselaer Republican, Volume 16, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 July 1884 — Page 6

Hew deer to my heart la the show of my chlldThe old countlyclrcns mv Infancy knew! In theeo day* of three rintrs, hlpix>droinea. and How fond recollection presentsthem to view! For week-', while the posters on fences, and PoriraywHo my young eyes the scenes that No soft thrill of love, no - throb of ambition. Has atscseqnaled the MIM l gained dreaming of thee. How faithful I worked in the ways that preseated To gain the few pennies my ticket should No to 1 was so sweetened—no reward so stnNo miser ere cherished his hoard as did I, How fair the sun shcne on the gl.d day appointed! How rife with strange .bustle the sleepy old town! And, when o’er the hill came the rumbling of wagons. The bound of my heart said: "The c reus has come!" The old, country circus, the fad'd old circus. The one-horse old circus my infancy knew. What pageant’ean now that “grand entry” com * pas'? What wit of to-day like those jokes of the ring? And those divans of pine boards—such ease Oriental, , No reserved cushioned chairs of the presen t can br .ng. One elephant only, satisfying, majestic, Not Jumbo, nor sacred, neither painted nor white— >., ' Take them all,and the whole gilded, fraudulent humbng. For a single return of that honest delight. The old country circus, the wandering old circus, - The shabby old circus my infancy know. —A' K Journal.

NAMESAKES.

"Close the shutters, Kitty. What a wild night it is, to be sure!” “The rain is coming down in floods,” said a young girl, peering out into the pitchy darkness A barrack ground (still and ugly under the most.favorable circumstances), looking like some desert waste in the howling wind and driving rain, /was just visible. “Why, Aunt Belle,” she continued, pausing with one hand on the shutters, “here is a name scratched on this pane of glass. I never noticed it till this minute.” “ What is the name ?” asked the old lady, indifferently, half asleep in her cosy armchair by the fireside. “K-i-n-l-o-c-h—Kinloch, Scots Greys, 1816.’ ” read the girl; “and then ‘Kitty’ written very badly just below.” “Kinloch! Kitty!” said Aunt Belle, starting up with sudden interest “Why, that must be the same man,!” Then she sank back again, murmuring: “Ah, Kitty! there was love in those days, and romance, too!” “Is there jio love now ?” said her niece, coming to her aunt’s side and kneeling down on the hearth rug. The ruddy flames and glow from the fire lit up the girl’s chestnut hair, fair complexion, and bright hazel eyes. Aunt Belle looked lovingly down at the piquant little face held up to her, and said: “Now and again we meet some of the right kind; but would you like-Jo hear the. story of that namesake of yours, Kitty ?” “Very much.” “Well, fifty years ago, as you can easily reckon, I was a girl of 19, and •was invited to spend the summer months with my aunt, who then had one of the finest houses in this county of Kildare. “Several regiments were stationed at the camp and at a neighboring village, so you may imagine the girls of the party and I looked forward to having a gay time. Oh 1 those few short summer months, Kitty! I grow young again when I think of them! The rides across the Curragh in the fresh morning air, when in parties of ten or twelve we would gallop for miles on those breezy stretches of emerald turf; the handsome officers who enjoyed having hide and seek in the dusky evening hours all over the old-fashioned house, starting out of the corners and from behind the doors and chasing us breathless dowti the slippery oaken corridors. Then, tired out, we would stroll into the garden, and under the trees there would be songs, flir ations, and whispered confidences and promises made by the score and never fulfilled. “What a mad, merry time it was! And the maddest, the merriest, the handsomest of all was a young Scotch lieutenant, Kinloch Kinloch. His mother was Irish, and bad bequeathed her good looks and prosperity for joking. And now for Kitty, the heroine. She was the daughter of an old gardener who lived- about a mile away from my aunt’s bouse, and of all the distractingly pretty women that have made men do foolish things, I am sure Kitty was one of the prettiest,” “What was she like?” "No description could come up to the original: but I can tell you that she had the Irish blue eye; a complexion like milk; hair of the brightest and ‘silkiest chestnut, curling in little rings all over her brow and neck, and a slender, the envy of half our girls. On one day, as a large party of us were standing chattering under the trees, Kitty passed us with a basket of fruit - ■ • -i- ‘ , “Kinloch for the first time noticed the girl and seemed struck dumb with amazement. “He stood at a little distance and kept his eyes fixed on her. “It was love from that very moment, and every one noticed it. “All the other young fellows, of course, immediately swarmed around the girl's basket, and began fMping themselves with not so much as ‘By your leave.’ "Kitty began expostulating, but they put her off. “ 'Sure, Kitty,’ said one, ‘and you would like us to have the best. I’ll be bound.* “And another, ‘Mahone, one kiss from that cheek with the bloom of the peach upon it will save yon from these rascally thieves', for I will fight them all for such a favor!" “But Kitty was not to be bribed, and seemed about to resign herself to the loss of her fruit, when Kinloch shouldered his way into the group, and giving the last speaker a friendly push, cried: ‘Leave the girl alone, Grant !* And then, turning to Kitty, took the gasket out of her hands, saying: ‘lt is too heavy for your little arms and there will come no one stealing your fruit now, I’m thinking!’

*• ‘I thank you,’said Kitty, gratefully, and walked along by his side “ ‘That is the first time I hate seen “my lady” allow any one to fetch or carry for her,’ said her. Brother. . “ ’There is no gainsaying Kinloch, thqn, as I can tell you, Harry!’ I cried; for he always gets his own way in what he wants.’ “ ‘Especially when it has to do with pretty girls!’ sneered Grant. “ ‘Treason!’ we all shouted in a breath. ‘Knloch is the same to us all, to everybody.’ “ ‘Of course,’ Said Grant, recovering his temper; “but are you not all pretty girls?’ “We laughed, and did not deny the soft impeach ment; so the momentary breach was healed. “That was the last time we noticed Kitty coming up to our house with her fruit. “We knew nothing we could have said or done .would have prevented her, but we were not quite sure about Kinloch, who ever since that little episode had wandered about like a distressed . lover. . —=== “One day we met Kitty in one of the lanes, and said to her, ‘How'is it you never come our way now ?’ “The girl blushed. * “ ‘Father prefers to to take up the things himself,’ she murmured; for which painfully apparent fib we instantly forgave her. “The days passed on, and Kinloch, who had before been the life of our expeditions, was now generally absent. “Where he had been was evident, for we often caught a glimpse of chestnut hair shining through the trees, or the old picturesque shawl draped over Kitty’s head and shoulders, with her round, dimpled arms appearing just below.

“Kinloch’s regiment had been ordered away to another part Of Ireland, and one morning, a few days before he was to go, we begged for his company to a picnic we had arranged to have with one or two other families. “ ‘Thanks very much,’ he said; ‘but I am afraid I shall be too busy.’ “‘Oh, but you must come!’ we all cried. ‘We coiinted upon you.’ “ ‘But I—l have so many things to do to-day,’ ; . “Here he stopped and blushed. “We girls were looking very inquisitive, and some of the men had a perceptible sneer on their faces. “‘Ho has got his lady-love to bid good-bye to, I dare say” suggested Philip Grant. "Kinloch turned on him with blazing eyes. We all kept back. They were like globes of fire. “‘Confound it, sir!’ he cried, ‘and suppose I have! what is that to you ?’ “We all looked at Philip; he was very white, but he shrugged his shoulders indifferently ami wisely foreboreto answer. “Kinloch’s temper cooled down as rapidly as it had arisen. “ ‘I am sorry to disappoint you, girls,’ he said gently, ‘but y. u will have to excuse me.’ And, bowing, ho walked off. “ ‘We watched his upright, manly figure striding along till he disappeared and then we all looked at each and sighed. “ ‘A clear cose,’ said one girl. “ ‘Head over heels.’ “ ‘What will he do ?’ “ ‘How can he marry her ?’ “ ‘Kitty can look after herself.’ “ ‘But I am sure she is in love; she noverlias been before.’ “ ‘He will go away and forget her— He gave the bridal rein a shake, —Baid, ‘Adieu! tar everyihore, My love! And adieu for evermore.’ “ ‘Never! said I; nothing of the land will happen. lam sure he will marry her.’ “That evening Kinloch made his way to the old gardener’s cottage. His face was pale but he had a determined look in the corners of his mouth, and he carried his head well thrown back and stepped lightly along. “The girl had just set her father’s supper before him, and had gone out to rest in the garden and watch the still beauties of the night. “The air was fresh, and m the heavens the full moon was through its star-spangled course. The reeds in a neighboring stream rustled and shivered in the breeze, and a large night moth or two came sailing up and bumping against Kitty’s white kerchief on their wav to the fatal candle shining in the window. “The girl looked up to. the sky and tears filled her eyes. “Was it the brightness of the moon ? ‘“Why, do you weep, Kitty ? said a voice at her side. “No need to turn to look for the speaker! The girl buried her face in her hands and sobbed afresh. ‘“You are going away ?’ she said. “ ‘Yes, I am going away,’ said Kinloch ; ‘but you will come with me, Kitty. for you love me.’ —— “‘I love you, but I shall not accompany you.’ “ ‘But you must. I have spoken to the old priest and he is ready to many us.’ . • “ ‘Kinloch,’ she said, looking up into her loverV face with a sweet, serious smile, ‘yon have made me love you, for I could not help it; but you cannot make me marry you.’ “ ‘Oh, but you will, darling, won’t you, Kitty ?’ he went on, eagerly. ‘You know I can marry now, because I came of age the other day, and I have much more than my pay now. Is that what you are thinking of ?* “ ‘How could I think about that? Why will you not Kinlocli ? Your proud old father and your silver-haired, stately mother, how could they bear for one of their senate marry an Irish peasant girl ?' “ ‘You have nothing to learn from the highest lady in the land, my darling,’ he said, fondly; ‘and younger sons are not expected to marry heiresses.’ “But she shook her head resolutely. “ ‘And is this how you lightly fling away a mass happiness for life?’ “ ’A few days pain now to save you years of regret in the future.’ “The young man looked at the girl perplexed. Where could she have learned such sentiments? Where had she gained the strength to express them so freely?

I “He then said, slowly and solemnly as if taking an oath: ‘Look yonder, Kitty! That is the evening star. So surely as it will shine in the heavens five, ten, or twenty years, as surely will my 1 love remain unchanged for you. Bid me come back when you will, Kitty, and if I have breath in my r body and strength to do it I will comia’' “‘Come back in ten years, Kinloch, I will be true to you and wait till then. I will try and improve myself-—make myself more worthy of your love.’ “‘Keep as you are, Kitty—remain ,unchanged?, said the young man jealously,‘lest when I come again I shall not see in you the last look I took away with me, my life, my love!’ he murmured passionately; and kissing her sweet brow and mouth, folding her in one last embrace, he sighed and left her. “She turned to go into the cottage. A large downy moth which had been bumping against the little window sailed in before her, circled thrtee round the candle, and flew into its aHuring brightness. The candle flickered and went out; the moth dropped down with a thud upon the table, dead. “Kitty, with eyes blinded by tears anfl with shaking hands, relit, though somewhat tardily, the light. “ ‘Kitty, my girl,’ said the old man, pointing significantly to the singed insect,‘don’t be as foolish as that silly tiling. Its eyes were dazzled, and it had no strength to resist the fatal fascination.’ “ ‘Father, said the girl,’ stooping down and kissing his gray locks, ‘you may trust me.’” Here Aunt Bell stopped. “Is it interesting? Shall I go on?” “Oh, do! Did he come back?” said her niece. “Well, the years passed on, and the girl was joked and teased, and had many offers of marriage; but she was firm and- would listen to none. “At last the young fellows grew weary of their fuitless attempts at lovemaking and the greater part left her alone.

“A few, more unkind, would ask when she expected her young gentleman home, and taunted her in cutting speeches and insinuations. “Nine years went by, and then there came the battle of Waterloo, when officers and men went down in hundreds together. “Still no word from Kinloch, and Kitty’s heart, which had never failed in its lightness, her step in its speed, now sank and faltered for the first time. “Early in the next vear—in fact on New Year’s night—the officers gave a ball, and every girl and young man for miles around was invited. “Girls were in great demand, and I went down to my aunt’s house especially for that night. “I was anxious to see Kitty myself, and to find out how the years had passed over her head. “Yqu think, perhaps, 26 was rather old to be called a girl—do you Kitty ? “Well, I felt almost the same as I did when I was 16, and quite as ready to enjoy a dance or flirtation, I can as-

sure you. “Kate Daly —that was her name — went to help the ladies unshawl themselves, and to be ready with needle and thread when an unhappy damsel with torn skirt or flounce should require her assistance. “She was then 28, and the young girlish beauty had developed into the most lovely of women. Only when her face was at rest, and you caught the suspicion of an anxious heart upon it, would you have guessed her age. “She wore a pale tea-rose-tinted gown, with ruffles of lace of her own making at the neck and sleeves. “It was a wild and stormy night without, just such a one as this, but it only served to enhance the brightness and animation of the scene within. “The dancing of the high-heeled shoes and the silvery laughter rose higher than the wail of the wind, and the tinkling wine-cups drowned all sound of rain. “Suddenly there was a lull; we stopped in our dances; a chill blast seemed to have entered the room; we turned and saw a silent, dark figure standing in the doorway. “He was tall and handsome, but his large black cloak, carefiilly slung over his shoulder, was dripping with the rain and making large pools on the floor. His legs, booted and spurred, were mud up to the hips. “Just at that moment the clock struck 12, and the year 1816 was broken. Some of the more excitable girls screamed and ran behind their partners. “Was it an apparition ? Was it an ill-omen for the coming year ? “ ‘I seem to frighten you, good people. Does nobody know me ?’ “Kitty at that moment was bringing in a jug of iced claret from another door. .‘ Slie heard the voice round, trembling, with a wild cry, ‘Kinloch, Kinloch, I knew you would come back!’ And amid a crash of breaking glass—for she let the vessel slip from her hands—she bounded to his side, and then disappeared in the folds of his great cloak.” “How splendid, Aunt Bell!” said her niece, drawing a deep breath; “but if she married him then I do not see why she should not have done so before.” “Ah, but she was a wise girl, little one; she knew it would test his constancy and prove if he really loved her. A young man’s love at 21 (as she knew very well) would not be his choice at 31.” “What became of them, aunt?” “Oh, they married and traveled about a good deal, and finally both died out in India within a few months of each other. There was one son, and I believe he is in the army also. Come, Kit'y. 1 shall go to bed.’ and not wait any longer for your father.” “There is a new lieutenant coming in Mr. Perry’s place,” said her niece as she bade her goed night “The young men are not what they used to be,” sighed the old lady. “Some little whipper-snapper, FU be bound, with feet that would go in your slippers. Good night, childie!” Kitty went slowly down stairs and pondered over in her mind Hie story of the beautiful Kate Daly and the faith-

ful Kinloch. She went to the window and undid the shutter. She pictured to herself the young man coming to the window and scratching Lis name on the glass, and then taking the girl’s hand in his own, slowly guiding it just below. • She leant in the deep shadow of the window-seat and strove to realize each scene in the little drama. There, under that very door, stood the blackrobed figure they had all shrunk away from in the midst of their mirth. What ? Was she dreaming? What stood there at that very moment? A'figure darker than the gloom of the room. The rain poured in floods outside, and the wind whistled and moaned around the corners of the house. The«figure came a little further into the room. She saw, by the misty light, he was a tall man with a dark cloak over his shoulder, booted and spurred, with mud up to his hips. She felt as if the whole scene was to be played again before her very eyes; but she looked in vain for the pretty girls and ladies in their puffed sleeves and short waists, their flowing curls and high-heeled shoes. Kitty—where was she? "■ And here she blushed to herself in the darkness. There was a Kitty; but not the one. The,man came up to the window, evidently thinking no one was in the room. The girl shrank back as the wet cloak brushed against her check. “Kinloch!” she said, half doubting whether the figure would answer, for she could hardly tell yet if she was .dreaming or no. “Who spoke my name?” he called out, startled and looking around. “I did," said Kitty, feeling very abashed, almost at his elbow. He glanced down, drawing away his cloak. “lam sure I beg your pardon—thought the room was empty. I must have come into the wrong quarters; arriving so late I must have mistaken the block. I hope you will forgive such an intrusion?” Kitty’s grand castles in the air all fell to the ground with a crash. How commonplace! He was only the new lieutenant, after all; >but he did not looWhe whipper-snapper her aunt had prophesied. “Then you are not Kinloch?” she said, in a disappointed tone. “My name is Kinloch,” he answered, with a pleasant smile. “My aunt was tilling me about this Kinloch.” And Kitty tapped the frame with her finger. “I will tell you the story some day, if you like; but you came into the room just as Sjhe said your namesake did, dressed in the same way and everything. But, there! I suppose you are not ewn a relation.” “He was my father, said the yourg man, quietly. “So no wonder we are something alike.” It was now his turn to say, in a disappointed tone, “But your name is not Kitty, 1 am sure." “Yes, it is,” said Kitty, eagerly. Then she stopped; a sudden rosy flush rushed over her face. “At least, no —it is" But she could not deny it, for it was Kitty. “These are our namesakes ; shall we write our names below them, Kitty ?” “Some day, perhaps.”

The Paris of America.

San Francisco is the Paris of America. The fondness of the people for amusements, their “fastness," love of display, disregard of the Sabbath, wild; reckless habits of speculation, all tend to justify the comparison with the French Capital. Like Paris, tffiis city is decidedly cosmopolitan in its character. Through its broad “golden gate” and over its continental highway people of all nations, creeds and language have thronged, with one idea in common, the thirst for gold. There are probably more rich men in San Francisco, in proportion to its population, than in any city in the world. There are many good and righteous people who are fighting faithfully against evil; but there are many more with whom morality has probably lost all its significance, In proportion to the population, there are probably more vile, criminal, and abandoned creatures here than in any city except Paris. Divorces and suicides are matters of little or no account here. It is an admitted fact that California buries more suicides in proportion to the population than any state in the union., . The prolific causes are dissipation, financial embarassment, and domestic trouble.. Nowhere is the marriage bond, that should be the , guarantee of peace and contentment, so lightly regarded; nowhere is fortune so fickle; nowhere do so many fall in a day from a position of wealth to want. Such transitions disturb the mental balance, and destroy the power of self-control. -Ren. Dr. Eccles to tv.

Magic Circle.

You tell a person you will place him in the center of a room and draw a circle of chalk round hiqa, which shall not exceed three feet in diameter, yet out of which he shall not be able toPescape, though his legs shall be perfectly free. When the party has exhausted his ingenuity in trying to discover by what means you can prevent his accomplishing so seemingly easy a task, you ask if he will try; and on his assenting youbring him into the middle of the room,' and having requested him to button his coat tightly, you draw with a piece of chalk a circle round his waist, outside his coat, and tell him to jump out of it It will greatly improve this trick if the person be blindfolded, as he will not be aware of the mode of performing it till the bandage is removed, providing his attention be diverted while you are drawing the line round him. Tanner’s record in fasimg has been greatly surpassed by a Newburg spider that lived two hundred and four days without food or water. That specimen ought to be stuffed and mounted for permanent preservation with the record of his extraordinary fast. California spiders stuffed are in great demand for collections at 50 cents apiece. This Tanner spider ought to fetch a large price for a premium.— Dr. FootFs Health Monthly.

Glided Youth of Gotham.

Men are becoming very luxurious, and their dressing rooms, sitting rooms, wardrobes, and repositories for personal belongings display tastfeimore costly than those of women. Underwear qf the softest, richest knitted silk; dozens <j>f South American pajama, for night and dressing room wear, ofj China crepe, soft twilled Chinese silk, cashmere, flannel bound with satin and embroidered, and all in the daintiest, most delicate tints and < olors, such as ivory, pale blue, pink, buff, or velvet. The pajaman consists of drawers and loose blouse jacket with sailor collar. When made in ivory they are often faced with a color and embroidered with ivory silk in a little vine or in the corners of collars and cuffs. If the pajama is in colors it will perhaps be embroidered with white or have appliques cut out of white satin cloth or velvet embroidered on. The daintiest of all is an all white pajama of ivory Chinese crepe or silk enriched with hand embroidery, and these are made for the wedding outfits of fashionable men, who will have a dozen of white, a dozen of trimmed with color, and a dozen in various delicate colors and embroided in white. These elegant gentlemen have for smoking companions the gate of a country house, in nickel or silver, with chain rings instead of bars to hold cigars upright, and side lights representing gate-lamps, but holding candles, and post pedestals to form match holders. These cost from $l5O to $250, and are sometimes ornamented with a bird or a rooster in the act of crowing. ■ Another recently imported piece of masculine extravagance is. a lamp, the lower part of which forms a tripod set in a double hoof, decorated with natural hair. There are two burners representing wax candles under tinted and decorated glass, and the cost for a lamp of this kind is about s2so.Another lamp has for its standard a horseshoe with stirrup and riding whip crossed and twisted. As for the expensive ashtrays and liquor sets and pipe racks and dressing cases and the like space and time would both fail in their enumeration. It may be mentioned that among the personal properties of one young gentleman in New York city are 370 odd silk, satin, and knitted neckties, and upward of 50 walking sticks. The inventory did not go any further or it might have developed equally curious results in other departments.— New York Letter.

Clothing of the Sexes.

I agree that the tax of carrying clothes from the waist is utterly unjustifiable, and that the parts that should bear the burdens are the shoulders and none other, says Dr. Richardson in the London Truth. In this regard women ought to be placed under the same favorable conditionsformovement of the body as men, and the greatest emancipation that woman w 11 ever have achieved will have arrived when she has discovered and carried out this practical improvement. Anyone who will for a moment think candidly must admit that the dress oi men, however bad it may be in taste, or in whatever bad taste it may have been conceived, is, in respect to health, infinitely superior to that of women. In the dress of the man every part of the body is equally covered. The middle of the body is not enveloped in a number of loose layers, while the lower limbs are left without close clothing altogether; the center of the body is not. strained with a weight which almost drags down the lower limbs and back; the chest is not exposed to every wind that blows, and the feet are not bewildered with heavy garments which they have to kick forward or drag from behind with every advancing step. The body is clothed equally, and the clothing is born by the shoulders; it gives free motion to breathing; it gives freedom of motion to the circulation; it makes no undue pressure upon digestive organs: it leaves the limbs free: it is easily put on and off; and it allows ready change in vicissitudes of weather. It is told of the late eminent surgeon, Mr. Cline, the teacher Sir Astley Cooper, that when he was consulted by a lady on the questions how she should prevent a girl from growing misshapen, he replied: “Let her have no stays and let her run about like boys.” I gladly re-echo this wise advice of this great surgeon; and would venture to add to it another suggestion. I would say to the mothers of England, let your girls dress like the boys; make no difference whatever in respect to them—give them knickerbockers if you like —witfi* these exceptions, that the under garments be of a little lighter material, and _that thfey be supplemented by an outer gown or robe which shall take the place of the outer coat of the boys and shall make them look distinctly what they are—girls clothed cap-a-pie, and we.l clothed from head to foot.

A Surfeit of Words.

The task of preparing a new dictionary of the English language is, perhaps, about as grave, intricate and laas man could undertake. Of all tongues, ours is the most inexact and scattering to begin with. It was largely borrowed in the first instance from foreign sources; and we have been adding to it from the vocabularies bf other nations for centuries. More than this, we alone of all the people on the earth have a common habit of coining new words and giving old words new meanings to suit our whims or to emphasize a particular fact or object. By such means, our lexicon is mfide to undergo continual change, and be, as it were, in an unceasing hide-and-seek with its-4f. The words and expressions in general use 200 years ago are many of them absurdities and vulgarities now; even the prevailing English speech of the last century is not at all of to-day; and it would not be too much to say, probably, that every person who lives to exceed forty years must find it necessary to alter his “English as she is spoke” in a very considerable degree from the style in which it was taught to him at the start, if he would make sure of l»eing understood and of escaping correction and derision.— St Louis Globe-Democrat.

CURIOUS AND SCIENTIFIC.

A recipe for the removal of rust from steel with the least abrasion is to rub sweet oil well into the affected parts, leaving it for forty-eight hours, at. the expiration of which time the article is to be well rubbed with finely pulverized unslaked lime. . Field daisies have been colored By? placing their cut stems in anilifie violet ink. They refused to absorb any color from black ink. Peonies have been colored as they grow by applying various dyes in solution to the ground in which they stood. A correspondent suggests the use of wind-wheels to drive dynamo electric machines to decompose water. He would store the resulting gases in suitable holders, to be used when desired for lighting purposes, or for heating, or for any employment for which such gases may be available. A correspondent of nature believes that such vast quantities of gas as must have been freed by the Java catastrophe have necessarily affected the earth’s atmosphere, and thinks, that the fine weather of September, prevalent over a large portion of the earth, may have been the result of the great eruption. In many of the business houses of Paris, and especially in those oi which the cellars are used as offices, glass is now being extensively employed instead of boards for flooring. At the headquarters of the Credit Lyonnais, on the Boulevard des Italiens, the whole of the ground-floor is paved with large squares of roughened glass embedded in a strong iron frame, and in the cellars beneath there is, even on dull days, sufficient light to enable the clerks to woi k without gas. M. Vieusse, principal medical officer of the medical hospital at Oran, states that excessive sweating of the feet, under whatever form it appears, can be quickly cured by carefully conducted friction with the subnitrate of bismuth, and even in the few cases this suppresses the abundant sweating only temporarily it still removes the severe pain and the fetidity which often accompany the secretion. Dr. Vieusse has never found any ill consequences to follow the suppression of the sweating. To ascertain if any textile fabric is of vegetable or animal material take a small piece of it and hold it near the glowing coals. Cotton or linen fibres will burn with flame and leave only a slight ash. Another method is to put some of the threads, separated into small fibres, into nitric acid. Silk will turn to bright yellow, wool to a darker yellow, and cotton or flax will remain colorless. If the fibres are boiled with the acid awhile the proportion of vegetable or animal material can be judged by the amount of colored and colorless threads. The heart’s action is one of the vital processes which is least subject to the control or influence of will-power, but there was one exceptional case, an Englishman? wHo could voluntarily check the heart’s beat and pulse, and finally he exhibited this power so effectually that he died by it. A physician in Harrison, Ohio, has met a healthy German who can exercise this checking of the heart, and wjio wants to make it profitable by exhibitions of his curious power. Unless he has equal ability to start up the machine again after putting on the brakes, he ha< what may prove to be a fatal capacity.— Dr. Foote's Health Monthly.

Dogs in Turkey.

They are a blessing to the Turks, these dogs, i hey are not only useful to them as scavengers for their cities, but afford them their greatest amusement and supply by their presence a constant object of religious veneration, for they do venerate them. If a Mohammedan gets very drunk and wants to run amuck, and is afraid to go otn» and kill a man for fear of the after consequence, when he gets to feeling real nice and murderous he takes his knife and goes into the streets and sticks it recklessly into the first dog he meets. If he is real murderous he kills two, and so great is the respect for the canines that he gets more reputation as a “badman” out of his proceedings than if he had killed four or five mere Mohammedans. A Pasha ranks nearly up to a dog in point of secular respect, but the dog. holds- over him in religious sanctity. The dog has the right of way in- the public streets, and I have seen a heavy pack-train turn aside for one lying asleep on the cobbibs. So fully assured are they of their social position that they have lost the sensitiveness one expects from the race in civilization. One day in the fish market a greasy, yellow fellow walked into a stall and selecting a good sized fish, while the vender’s back was turned, hauled it down and commenced licking it preparatory to making a meal. A Turk never allows his religion to drop into matters of loss and gain, and the owner of the fish sacriligously interfered with a club. A civilized dog would have taken the hint and departed, but this canine saint had“too much respect for his cloth. Belying on his sanctity, at the first blow he sat down on the pavement by the fish and lilted up his head to heaven in a howl. He shivered and squirmed and wrinkled his skin as the blows grew more persuasive, but it was some minutes before he was convinced that the affair was not a joke and that he really was not wanted. It is the foreigners that abuse them most. It is hard for a Christian not to kick a dog when it takes up the road and makes’no effort to give room. But they return good for evil and at the most do little more than howL They never move, certainly. I kicked one that was sitting on the'pavement so hard behind that he tilted clear over and struck on his nose. He did not pay any attention dr make a sound. He just tilted back into his old position and went on sunning himself without even looking around. They are even more impassive than the ulemas, or Koran readers, their brothers in the church.— Cor. San Franeisco Chronicle.

And Yet They Say Women Can’t Reason.

Mrs. Pinaphor thinks telegraphy ought to be much cheaper than postage, because the former can perform a job in fire minutes which requires the mails from one to six days to accomplish.— Norristown Herald.