Rensselaer Republican, Volume 18, Number 5, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 October 1885 — Running Night and Day. [ARTICLE]

Running Night and Day.

Mr. Henry Irving nas decorated the interior of his Lyceum Theater in primrose color, and, as as he is a pronounced Liberal, in answer to the protest against his displaying the late Beaconsfield's color, he explains that the primrose is in honor of the family name of the good Vicar of Wakefield, whose uprt he plays. In Tolosa, Spain, the people en masse insisted upon it that Mr. White, a Protestant missionary, who went through the province distributing Bibles, brought the plague, so they hit upon the remedy of stoning the Englishman, who found it advisable to take to his heels. He was, however, badly bruised by the heavy missiles thrown at him.

A savings bank in Portland, Ore., has a twenty-dollar gold piece which was taken from the stomach of a slaughtered cow, and found to be worth $16.25. The milling is worn off the edge, which is smooth and rounded, but the designs upon the sides remain visible. The date of the coin is 1870, but how long the cow had been digesting the $3.75 no one can telL General F. A. Walker, President of the Institute of Technology, at Boston, is visiting the Pacific coast, and the story is revived that Senator Leland Stanford is about to invest $lO,000,000 of his enormous fortune in public institutions of learning for the benefit of the State of California. Gen-, ( eral Walker is the guest of Senator Stanford while in California. “Hugh Conway,” now known equally well by his real name, F. J. Fargus, was a Bristol auctioneer, and probably few of his clients were aware that the gentlemanly, matter-of-fact man of business, who conducted their sales or valued their furniture for them, was the author of the graceful little poems and clever sketches signed with that nomde plume, which were to be read in magazines or newspapers.

Mrs. Ann Carey, of NeW York City, recently submitted to an extra hazardous surgical operation, the result of ■which was expected to be fatal, as very few patients survive it. She regained consciousness, however, and expressed herself fully satisfied with the results of the operation. In a few hours a relapse took place, and she died, since which she has expressed no opinion of the skill of New York surgeons. Savages, when pleased, smile and make gestures indicative of the pleasuse of eating. Petherick says that the natives on the upper Nile rubbed their bellies when he showed them beads. The Australians, says Leichardt, smacked their lips and clacked their tongues, when they saw his horses and kangaroo dogs, while the Greenlanders, according to Cranz, when they affirm anything with.pleasure, suck down the air with a queer sound.

An actual case of mixing babies inextricably is reported in Milwaukee. There were two mothers of blue-eyed, fair skinned boys in the same house. At the early age of four days the infants were carelessly bathed at once, and it was impossible to identify them. The parents are distracted, but they hope that, in a few months, resemblances may be developed that will settle the question. In the meantime they have agreed to keep up a kind of joint household. ’ A farmer was hoeing hard on his patch of land, when one of those town loafers approached the fence. “Hello, Farmer 8., what do you think of the outlook ?” “ What outlook?” “Why, the business outlook.” “Didn’t know there was one.” “We are all talking about it down at the store, and they sent me up to hear what you had to say.” “Oh, yes, I see; well, tell ’em if they will stop talking and go to hoeing that the country will prosper without any outlook. Do your hear ?”

The Bev. Sam Jones ia down on the Louisiana lottery, as well as on other gambling. “If there is a blighting curse in this Country,” he says, “that is it Hear me—l believe that Beauregard and Early will go down to their graves covered with shame. If I had a boy clerking in a store for me, and I knew he was buying Louisiana State Lottery tickets, I would ship him. Why? Because I would be afraid he was light-fingered. One dollar that a boy sweats for, is worth SIOO,OOO that any boy will win in the Louisiana State Lottery.” ' ’ A van laden with valuable furniture was crossing Westminster bridge in. London, when it was discovered that the van was on fire. The fire gathered in force until the water-proof coverings, sidings, furniture, and everything, were completely under its power. The horses had • been detached as soon as the alarm was given. The flames were not subdued until the van and its 'contents were all but completely wrecked. Valuable furniture and some pictures were among the contents, which ' had just been collected from two or three sales. It is supposed that the fire originated from some sparks while

some one in the Van was smoking. The burning wreckage was thrown broadcast into the river. The death of t>r. Gwin removes almost the last of the Jackson men. He was the contemporary of most of the heroes of the war of 1812, and of all the Indian fighters of the succeeding frontier wars. Only within the last year has he shown signs of a physical decline. His mind remained robust to the end. In appearance he was most commanding, and among a multitude could not pass without attracting universal attention; over six feet in height; full, without an ounce of superflous flesh; with a great leonine head, covered with thick masses of white hair; features regular and strongly marked, and an eye which could look the devil through and through blinking.

Lord Houghton was fond of showing a letter from a certain well-known American, in which that gentleman told him .that, as he sailed down the Mississippi one evening, he heard the slaves on the banks of the great river singing his song, “The beating of my own heart was the only sound I heard,” and keeping time to the refrain with their feet, as they worked among the ridges of the cotton-fields. In speaking of this song, which was his favorite, and perhaps sweetest bit of sentiment, as he often did, he always described how he had composed it while riding on an Irish outside-car from the railway station to Carton, the residence of Ireland’s then only strawberry, the Duke of Leinster. When he arrived he committed the verses to paper, and after dinner read them to the host and other guests. The advice given to him was to destroy, the trifle as not being worthy of his reputation.

“One of the relics in the Norlands Library,” says a writer in the Lewiston (Me.) journal, “is the Washburn cradle—the cradle in which all of the seven Washburn brothers were rocked. It looks like a picture I have seen of a cradle imported in th’e Mayflower. It is a home-made piece of furniture, constructed of. pine boards an inch thick, rudely dove-tailed together. It has a buggy-top and solid pine rockers, shaped like half-moons, with no twists or scrolls to decorate them, but numerous scars where chips apparently had been knocked out of them by the paternal cowhide boot A crack has necessitated the nailing of a large cleat on the inside. The outside is painted a dark green tint. The inside never was painted, but is well browned by age. Its associations make this one of the most remarkable cradles in existence. Four Congressmen have rocked in it. Two ministers plenipotentiary to foreign countries have been lulled to sleep within its pine boards. Its soporific influence has been grateful to two Governors. It has held the Secretary of State, whom I saw looking at it with a smile the other day. By the side of the cradle, and equally venerated by the family, is a very old spin-ning-wheel, once operated in the chim-ney-corner of the Washburn homestead by Martha Benjamin Washburn, the mother of the renowned seven sons.”

P. D. Armour, of Chicago, remarked to a Tribune reporter the other day that “few people have an adequate idea of the way in which business is picking up, the process is such a quiet one. It is especially noticeable in the avidity with Which the trade, South and East, is taking hold of hog products. Of course the low prices are an important inducement to free buying, but it would not be anything like as great if people were not encouraged to believe that the times are improving and see signs of it in their own business. A good cotton crop, which is just beginning to move, enables the South to buy large quantities, and the revival of manufacturing activities at the East makes buyers there willing to take a great deal more than has been the rule with them since the hard times set in. Mr. Armour thinks that there is reason to believe that the big stocks of hog product which have weighed so heavily on the trade during the summer will have nearly disappeared before the winter packing begins. He is not sure of the prices at which the stufl will go out toward the end, but does feel pretty certain that the speculators are not making due allowance for the tremendous increase in the consumption which results from the intprovement in business. In the same connection we may note that the manager of a large iron establishment at the East is quoted as saying that the best grades of iron are now in better demand than at any time in the last few years. His company has all the orders it can fill at S3O per ton, and another company has big orders at the same price. A month ago steel rails sold at $23."

"Yes, sah,” said a colored passenger in the smoking car; “I argue dat a black man can git .’long ins’ as well as Or white man if he’ll only work and *tend to business. Now, dere’s me and my wife. Wfe live in Inyunnapolis an’, make money an’ save it, too, ebry time. Fo’ yeahs ago we started up in business an’ by close ’tention we’ve started up so’s we now run it day an’ night, sah, an’ we’s doin’ right well” “What js ydur business, uncle?” "Laundry business, sah. My. wife she takes in washin* in de day timte an’ —an’—” “Well?” “An’ I—l takes in wasbin’ durin’ de night”— Chicago Herald.