Rensselaer Republican, Volume 20, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 November 1887 — Page 2

MR. TO MRS. MRTHUIBLAH. Ok, dost thon remember out youthful kim When Itu thy humble boeu? , . When w» laughed end sighed in the daisy bow •«. ‘ WO years agoT When the bnghoet of futures before tu lay One hopeful delieioua Utaok! ' When 1 wss a dmlc not a bit blade. ' - Some triffllng eenturiee back? Gaa'st thou now rreall the fond days of yese, Our travel* o'er land and sea. When 1 wa* 154 And you were jest **. Oan’st thou aummon up in thy mind anew. The charm* of our love divine. When yon were fit . And I wa* SWT ' • Ah! fcen how our love did aupreinely thrive ■ow we dwelt in a mutual heavan, Whan yon ware M, And 1 was 407! And ran you renall In your preaent state. For old au>‘ malt*- memory sad. - Whan I whs *BB _ The first spat wa aver had T And how on my back you broke iha *ti*ks, A Job that wa* neatly done. In. the year of your life SOS, - ' And ofenine, volt \* Itnt we re nearing the 1,000 now. my dear. We no longer are fresh and strong, Old age i* beginning to fell; I fear, ——*— And we cannot linger long. All those happy day* are forever past, The happiest bards have rung, And t see death coming, with mind aghast, For - ti» sail to die so young. ■-» —Town Topics.

A FAMILY'S BURGLAR.

Chiaago Mail. ~ Mr. Oohhleslmrv came home to supper looking very grave, and sat down to the table with one hand (irmly pressed, over his breast-pocket. “What have you got in your pocket, pa?” inquired the eldest daughter, MissEmeline. “Hush!” breathed Mr. CobbleMinry, as he felt irt liia pocket for the thirteenth lime in five minutes. “Burglars!” “Burglars in your pocket, pa?” cried inquisitive Marmaduke Cobblesbury, aged 14. “No, son,” said Mr. Cobbleßbury, gravely; “but I have SSOO which John Spriggs paid me after banking hours to<day, and it is highly probable that our house may be visited by burglars tonight. 1 * • Mr. Cobblesbury looked so solemn that the twins, aged 5, began to evince signs of induiging theii favorite amusement of weeping in one another’s arms. All the family excepting Charles Simon, the eldest son, who had just returned from college, looked very grave. “I have been expectiug a visit from burglars for many years,” said Mr. Cobbleepury. “It is strange we have escapArt IrmfF M “True,” asserted Charles * Simon. “Every well-regulated family nowadays

must boast of a visit from burglars before they ran take their proper position in society. I learned that in oollege.” Marmaduke thought jit would be a good idea to set steel traps in all parts of the house to catch the burglars. “What do the newspapers say?” asked Miss Emeline. Mr. Coblesbury could not remember having read any good recipe for catching burglars. Charles Simon thought he would write a book oa the subject as soon as he graduate'! at college. But the principal trouble seemed to be how the family were t& be awakened when the burglars came.

“‘The burglars will wake ns fast enough.” said Charles Simon. “But they might kill us first,” said Mrs. Cobbiesburry, innocently. “I read in a paper that the safest way was to fasten a burglar alarm to every door and window in the house,” said Miss Emeline. “That would be a waste, of money,” objected Mr. Cobblesburv, “for no burglar would break in at every door and window.” “Besides,” said Mrs. Cobblesbury, convincingly, “the burglars would steal trie alarms.” .

“Why can’t we put tar all over the front stairs?” inquired ’ Marmaduke. “Then pa and I could kiil them in the morning as we go down to breakfast, for all the burglars would get stuck on the way up!”

“I do not want to kill any depredator, if lie will surrender or leave peaceably,’’ said Mr. Cobblesbury: “The only arrangement is to arm ourselves to the teeth, and I will conceal the money in a safe place.” The family coincided with. this. Mrs. Cobblesbury thought that they should retire early in order to obtain some sleep before the burglars came. 'There was some difficulty concerning the armament required. Both Mr. Cobbleebury and Charles Simon possessed revolvers. Marmaduke took the firetongs and an old rasor and tied a leather belt around his waist. Miss Emeline procured a small package of red pepper to throw in the burglar’s eyes, but Mrs. Cobblesbury thought this would be cruel and her daughter compromised on black pepper, which would not be so strong. The twins wished to take the garden hose to bed with them, feeling confident that an icy stream of water would drive the intruders away. They were eventually obliged to be contented, however, with their pop-guns and a small tin pail filled with beans. When Mr, and Mrs. Cobblesbury retired the question arose, what should be done with the revolver? Mis. Cob* blesbury declared she should die; of ■ ■ ■ . ' 1

fright if the weapon were placed under the pillowß, and Mr. Cobblesbury finally drew up a chair beside the bed and laid the revolver a pan it. _ - “Shall we leave the gas burning?" inquired Mrs. Cobblesbury, nervously.” “Certainly Dot,” answered her husband. “The burglars wonld then be ensbled to move around with perfect ease-”. Accordingly they turned off the gas and retired. Mr. Cobblesbury, despite his years, was soon snoring vigorously, but Mrs. Cobblesbury could not sleep. In about an hour she shook her liege lord energetically, and adjured him to wake up. “Yes, my love!” cried he, leaping up, “give me the gun; I’ll fix ’em!” “No, no,” said Mrs. Cohbleshury. “It isn’t burglars -it's the pistol.” “What’s the matter with the pistol?” queried the husband, sarcastically. “Is the pistol sick ?” “I can’t remember the way you laid it, Samuel, explained Mrs. Cobblesbury, tremulously. “Didn’t you put it with the pointer part toward the bed?” “Well, suppose I did!” “Oh, Samuel!” cried Mrs. Cobblesbury, “turn, it around quick, it may go off at any minute and blow us all to pieces!” Mr Cobblesbury reached out sleepily and turned the revolver around. It was now aimed directlv toward her, fortunately, Mrs. Cobblesbury lacked the nower of seeing in the darkness and was comforted.

Several hours later, Mr. Cobblesbury awoke from a thrilling dream in which he had killed seven burglars singlehanded and was wading about in human gore. He awoke with a violent start and for a moment was hardly able to decide wheiher he was dreaming or not. Just a Bbe arrived at the satisfactory conclusion that he was thoroughly awake, a tremendous crash down stairs came to his ears. Rising in a high state of excitement,* Mr. Cobblesbury grasped the barrel of his revolver and felt his way cautiously along to the door, his h&art beating in a most reDrehensible manner. Unfortunately, as he gained the doorway, he stumbled over some object and struck the ioor with a shock like an amateur earthquake. Mrs. Cobblesbury had thoughtfully placed a chair against the door to impede the progress of the nocturnal prowlers. The noise awakened her, and he could hear her muffled voice from beneath the sheets, shrieking: “Samuel! Samuel! The burglars are here!” “So am I,” granted Mr. Cobblesbury, rubbing his injured foot absent-minded-ly with the butt of the revolver, on which he maintained a desperate hold.

“Have you caught them?” cried Mrs. Cobblesburv. “Is it Safe for me to get up?” ~ =* “Stay where you are and don’t move,” said Mr. Cobblesburv, as he limped into the hall, shivering with cold aud excitement. He was not afraid, but nevertheless began to feel a willingness to let the burglars depart peaceably, so he straightened up by the stairway and yelled at the top of his voice: “I’ll give you two minutes to leave the house! We are all armed to the teeth! Turn the night latch and run out of the front door! If you value your lives!” Mr. Cobblesbury could not help congratulating hjmself afterward when he remembered having made this speech. There was no answer, but a flash of light in the hall attracted his attention, and Charles Simon, Marmaduke, and Miss Emeline, ail half-dressed, appeared trembling on the scene. “Where are they?” cried Charles Simon and Marmaduke in a breath, one brandishina a revolver and the other a razor. “Down-stairs,” said Mr. Cobblesbury in a theatrical whisper. “Emeline, this is no place for you,” said Charles Simon, taking the light from her hand. “You knovy I have learned everything at college, and I know all about such things. Now, you ust go and get under the bed in mother’s room, and don’t let the twins make a single peep till I call you.” “But the burglars may come in and chloroform us,” objected Miss Emeline. “I have read of such things in the newspapers.” “Hush!” said Mr. Cobblesbury. “You all talk too loud.”

Miss Emeline vanished and was heard barricading the door. Mr. Cobblesbury then said that Marmaduke mnst go for a policeman. Marmaduke objected decidedly and begged to be allowed to live a little longer. “1 will go,” said Charles Simon. But it would never do to go downstairs among the burglars, and Mr. Cobblesbury looked perplexed. “I will swing myself out of * the win dow to the lower roof, crawl along to the kitchen, and climb »iown the grape arbor,” said Charles Simon. “I learned that at college.” Accordingly Mr. Cobblesberry and Marmaduke lowered Charles .Simon from the opened window to the roof below, and he agreed to give three whis* ties when he returned with the police. Mr. Cobblesbury then sat down the top stair with his revolver pointed below, and Marmaduke - crouched be- - side him with the lamp. It. was very chilly on the top stair. “Say, Em,” shouted Marmaduke at length, “give us a blanket; we’re freeamM”

"Several repetitions of this resulted in the door being opened a few inches and the required blanket was slipped out. Mr. Cobbleabnry and Marmadnke accordingly wrapped themselves up in aboriginal fashion and waited. “I declare,” said Mr. Cobblesbury, “if Charles Simon doesn’t return before long i shall go back to bed again.” 4 At this moment a tremendous racket occurred outside, which culminated in a violent ringing of the door bed and loudAcries in Charles Simon’s voice. “I tell you I ain’t a burglar,” shouted Charles Simon without. “You let me be! Pa open the door!" “They are murdering Charles,’’shrieked Mrs. Cobblesbury from the inner room, and Mr. Cobblesbury, dragging the half-frozen, hadlv frightened Marmaduke after him, ran down stairs and unlocked the door. “I am coming, my son!” yelled Mr. Cobblesberry. “Hold ’em off a minute longer!” . When the door was opened, however, the three policemen who had Charles Simon in custody had realized that he was not a burglar and released him As soon as they understood the state of affairs they accompanied Mr. Cobblesbury Charles Simon and Marmaduke through the house on a tour of inspection with a dark lantern. At tne dinning-room door they halted. A noise was plainly heard within. “We have them,” said one of the policemen, and he shut the door in a great hurry. He then gave an

order to the other two policemen, and all three drew their revolvers and fired through the narrow opening of thejloor, which was instantly closed again, “We will now go in and capture them,” said the head policemen, but nobody seemed to care about going in. One of the policemen said that the robbers were killed, of course, and it was useless to disturb the bodies before the coroner could he summoned. Mr. Cobblesbury did not think the burglars were all kille 1, as only three shots had been fired. If there had not been a large gang of them they would not have dared remain boldly in the house all this time. It was finally decided that all should rush in at once. The door was opened, the three policemen, Mr. Cobblesbury, Charles Simon, and, Marmaduke entered in triumph, while precisely at the same moment ah immense black cat leaped*

from the table and flew out of the room like a streak of lightning. There was no burglars, but some of the disaes on the table had been shot into small fragments. The policemen were very angry and debated whether it would not be wise to arrest Mr. Cobblesbury. Finally they marched off in high dungeon, just as Mrs. Cobblesbury,Miss Emeline. and the twins entered, “Where are the burglars!” cried Miss Emeline. Nobody answered. -“But the.money is safe,” said Mrs. Cobblesbury. Everybody looked surprised. They had forgotten all about the money. “The burglars escaped,” said Mr. Cobblesbury,“just as I was preparing to use my trusty revolver. The police spoiled it all.” As Mr. Cobblesbury uttered there words he flourished his weapon, and Marmaduke made adiscovery.“Why, pa,” said he, “there ain’t nothin’ in that pistol, and the trigger’s broke off, too!” Mr. Cobblesbury said never a word, but wrapped his planket around him like an Indian chieftain, and stalxed up stairs with a dignity that caused the family to gaze after him with feelings of speechless admiration. Hersbet Hall Wins w.

About Postage Stamps. The Writer.

Another good way of inclosing a stamp in a letter is to cut two parallel slits near one corner qf your letter sheet, and then slip the stamp under the narrow ribbon of paper between the slits. If you are going to send a number of stamps, enclose them in a small envelope, or wrap them in paper. It is a good idea, if you fold the sheet of stamps, to put layers of thin papertracing paper, if you have'it—between The folds. Never inclose stamps in a letter still damp from the copying-press. Never gum a corner of an enclosed stamp to the letter sheet, under ahy •ircumstances. Never fail to inclose a stamp wnen you write about a matter that concerns you mainly altogether.

Bound for the West.

London fathers and mothers are troubled about their boys, who have been converted by Buffalo Bill and are anxious to be off to “the great West.” A London paper asserts that “the exodus of boys bound for the far West is such that a special staff of detectives is employed on the landing stage at Liverpool to look out for runaway youths and restore them to their parents. The boys stopped have from four to sixteen loaded revolvers concealed about them and lariats galore packed away in their trunks.”

Uses of Pulverized Paper.

—An absolute non-conductor, insensible alike"to heat or cold and absolutely fire-proof, has at fast been discovered in pulvarized paper. I tried the discovery last winter by packing the drain and water-pipe of my residence with it, and SB the pipes tm the outside bf-the buildmg, and the season was the severest of many years. My plumbing did not cost me 25 cts. As a covering for steam pipes it acts equally as well. Pulverized paper is a positive non-conductor.'

HARDSHIPS OF EMIGRANTS.

Steerage Experience of the Seekers for Homes in a New Land. An Emigrant, Who 1* Now oh the County Bench In Mmnouri, Gives Interesting Detail* of His l»tfe Aboard Ship—Disregard of Health and Decency—lncidents of the .. Passage—Castle Garden Arrangements. Omaha Bee, * .* A gentleman from the northern part of Missouri, who was in Omaha two days last week, is a living, exemplification of the advantages which the land of the free and the home of the brave possesses for men of all nationalities. A few years ago this gentleman landed in this country, one of a number of tired and wretched immigrants. To day he is an Associate Justice of the county court a of prosperous Missouri county, in which he has made considerable money as well as many friends. In conversation with a representative of the Bee this gentleman, who, by way, is a very intelligent man, imparted some interesting information in regard to the habits, the trials and tribulations of the emigrants while en route to this country. “The scene on the pier previous to the departure of a vessel is an exciting one,” said he. “It is crowded with emigrants all in a confused and excited state reminding one of a frightened flock of sheep. The majority are perhaps English, Irish and German, though nearly all nations are represented. More than half the whole number of emigrants arrive in New York from Liver pool,a curious fact being that as many German emigrants come to America by way of Liverpool as those who sail in steamers direct from Hamburg and Bremen. These Germans are conveyed to Hull by water and thence across England by rail to Liverpool. A shipload of these seekers for homes is a curious sight. Many are neat in dress and cleanly in appearance and promising citizens. Each emigrant has a contract ticket which, in consideration of the current rate of fare, stipulates for his transportation to New York, together with a full supply of wholesome provisions, cooked and served by its stewards. The passenger is required to provide himself with bedding and cooking utensils. In my time the weekly allowance of food for adults was prescribed by the Government and ffrmted on the contract ticket. As I remember it, it was 21 quarts of water, 31 pounds of bread. 1 pound of wheaten flour, pounds of oatmeal, rice and peas, 2 pounds of potatoes, 1J pounds of beef, 1 pound of pork, 2 ounces of tea, 1 pound of sugar, and salt, pepper, mustard, vinegar, etc. The steerage stewards berth the emigrants, and they

are then marshaled on deck under the -sGcuti-BV-of a Govern ment inapctor who examines them for infectious diseases. “On nearly all vessels just before starting are found stowaways or some poor fellows who, enthused with the glowing descrpitions of the land beyond he sea and too poor to pay passage, are desperate enough to attempt to steal passage. In nearly all instances these are discovered when the ticks to are examined. and they are sent back to shore. Some of them will make the piteous tale that they have been robbed of their money while waiting for the vessel, or lost their tickets, but this is of no avail. After the steerage passengers are attended to, the cabin passengers come aboard and the vessel pushes out.” “What is the general treatment these people receive while at sea?” asked the reporter. “Well,” replied the Missourian, . “neither officers nor men seem to consider them worthy of respect. Occasionally you will find some ships’ officers who will treat them in a humane, tolerating manner.but as a rule they aretreat-" ed more like a drove of cattle. No difference is madq between the better or the worse-class, but all are treated alike. There is no classification; the single women and men are separated, but Poles, Germans, English, French, Italians and people of all -countries are throw together. A cleanly, thrifty woman is berthed next to a filthy one, and the same with neat-appearing, hardworking men, who are compelled to mingle 5 with the dirtiest of vagabonds. “The steerage is usually cold, dard and foul-smelling. It extends nearly the entire length of the vessel under the saloon deck and is cut up in‘gloomy apartments. In each one of these are fonr tiers of berths or bunks, two on each side. The lower tier is two feet from the deck and the upper tier is three feet from the roof. The steerage is about ten feet in height; in each tfer are probably six berths eighteen inches wide and six feet long and made of boards. These berths generally emit an unpleasant smell of chlorate of lime or carbolic acid.

“Officious ste wards are moving about indnlging in a coarse joke here and a growl at some unfortunate there. After the supper, and but few partake of the first one at sea, the tables arejraised to the roof and the steerage center space is clear. Some lamps are then lighted, but promptly extinguished at 9 o’clock. Three meals are served every day and fn Quality and quantity they are substantial. For breakfast at 8 o’clock emigrant nit, down to do justice to oatmeal porridge and molasses, hot breads coffes and salt fish. For dinner at 12 perhaps soup or broth, boiled meats, potatoes and bread. For supper at 6 tea and bread and batter with molasses.

However substantial the food may be, | the manner in which it is served is tin-' cleanly. Beef and soap are placed on the table in rusty-looking tins and then a scramble takes place, dirty fingers often being need instead of forks. On a pleasant summer day trie emigrants have quite a merry time on decs. Some of the Italians bring out their harps and violins and a concert takes place. Aside from this these people a muse themselves at cards, checkers and other games, and after a time they become partially accustomed to their filthy prison: the majority make the best of it and enjoy themselves to a degree.” “How is the emigrant cared for during a storm?” queried the reporter. “That’s just where he reaches the height of his misery,” answered the exemigrant. “I shall never forget the sufferings we all endured during a severe storm on my passage. When the storm came up the hatches were battened down, the ports screwed in their places and the companionways closed. During all the time the sea is on deck perhaps one thousand people were confined to the steerage, on this occasion, for nearly three days. The atmosphere became close and in twenty-four hours was loaded with impurities; meals were irregularly served and the fodd barely cooked. I shall never forget the exhibition of terror on the pare of soma of the emigrants, and their- terror became contagious as their shireks grew louder; and their prayers more frequent. After the storm had subsided, and the steerage was open, the sailor would not go in to clean up for six hours and then they had to pe supplied with an extra allowance of grog. I remember on this trip an incident which a sailor told me was not an unusual one. One of the Italians in the steerage had not washed himself since he had been on board, and af 1 er the storm he refused to leave his bunk, but clung to it in all its filth, and with his characi. ;in tic indolence. On the captain’s order bo was brought on deck and thoroughly cleaned with a hose, after which he returned apparently feeling no better for his clean up, but lam certain the balance of us rested easier.

When the steamer arrives at Quarantine a towboat conveys the doctor on board and he inspects the immigrants. If there are no cases of infectious disease the steamer proceeds to the city, and shortly another steamboat appears with the boarding officer of the Emigration Commissioners. This official ascertains the number of passengers on board and listens to complaints. “Soon the trees of tie Battery Park come in sight, the steamer’s pulse ceases, several barges are towed alongside, and the immigrants with their baggage are transferred to these. The same excitement is here manifest as at the outset of the voyage. The poor immigrants are browbeaten and driven about like the same old sheep, and as soon as the barges 'are loaded a small steamer takes them in tow and they are landed with their load of human freight at Castle Garden. “The barges loaded with immigrants are Boon moored o the wharf, and the Custom- House officers examine the baggage; old chests, barrels and bundles are packed together and the officers begin the work of examination.” “Do these people have much property?” “Some of the immigrants have no baggage whatever, and it is safe to say that SIOO is the average amount of cash held by one person, with perhaps SSO additional in property.

“When the baggage has been ‘passed’ by the inspectors, it is checked and sent to a room prepared for its reception. The immigrants are examined by a medical officer, who ascertains that no paupers or criminals are among them and that no person afflicted with contagious or infections diseases have escaped the doctor at Quarantine. The immigrants are then ushered into the rotunda,a high-roofed circular building, into which ventilation and lights are admitted by a dome seventy-five feet high. The floor is divided into small inclosures containing a postoffice, telegraph office, money exchange and restaurant. As the crowd files in each passenger is detained for a moment at the registration desk, where his name, age,, nationality,destination, the vessel’s name and date of arrival are carefully recorded ana preserved. ' “When the registration is complete a clerk announces the names of the passengers who.have friends waiting for them, or for whom letters, telegrams or ramlttances have been received, and delivery is made to the pereons answering. Other passengers who wish to communicate with acquaintances or relatives are referred to clerks who speak and write their language, and their messages are transmittedTrom the telegraph desk or by mail. The railroad company have agents in the building and the passengers who wish to leave the city are shown to the ticket offices, while their baagage is rechecked and conveyed to the train or depot. Those who want rest are permitted to remain in the rotuned, where a bowl of coffee, tea or milk and a small loaf of bread are supplied to them for 10 cents. If they choose they can go to one of the hoarding-housep licensed by theTlommissioners. There is also a labor burean, which is of much aid to the newcomers. “Many years ago tne groat majority of immigrants were so poor that they

could not prepay their passage. They accepted advances and were bonded to the ship owners, who derived enormous profits. Charles Reads has a vivid dear rip ton of the immigrant traffic at this period in his “Wandering Heir.” When a vessel arrived at Philadelphia or New York, the steerage passengers weie sold at public auction to the highest bidder.. The country people either came themselves to purchase, or sent agents. Parents sold their children, that they might remain free themselves, and families were scattered never to be reunited. Old people and widows did not sell well; while healthy parents with healthy children, and youths of both sSxes, found a ready market. When one or both parents died on the voyage the expenses of the whole family were summed up and charged to the survivor. Adults had to serve from three to six years, and children until they became of age. Runaways had to serve one week for each day, one month for each week and six months for each month of their absence. The immigrants were called ‘intended servants,’ but in effect they were slaves.

* ‘The last sales of immigrants took place I think in- Philadelphia during the years 1818 or 181 t. The Government then interfered with the traffic and encouraged the immigration of a superior class of people. J3ut the accommodations for immigrants remained shamefully defective, and nearly twenty out of every one hundred passengers died at sea of fever or starvation. The steerage decks were usually about five feet high, without ventilation or light, and in this space the hunks were ranged in two or three tiers.

“The health of the passengers was further impaired by another evil which up to a very recent date prevailed on board emigrant vessels. The immigrants were to provide and *cook their own food. Many embarked without any provisions, or an insufficient quantity, and others found no opportunity to cook what they had. On the upper deck of the vessel were two small ‘galleys,’ about five feet wide and four feet deep, each supplied with a grate, and these were the only arrangements made for cocking the food for several hundred persons.

.thousands never lived to see their destination. Out of about 98,000 laborers sent from Ireland to Canada After the famine of 1848, nearly 25,000 perished in consequence of the poor rations and defective ventilation of the ships. Later still, in 1888, on one vessel alone —the Liebnitz, from Hamburg—over one hundred passengers died out of 500. “The mortality on vessels bringing immigrants to New York to-day will perhaps not exceed 1$ per cent., and in some instances is no greater than £ per cent.”

It May Come to This.

Boston Transcript. Applicant for work— Do you want to employ any more help, , ir?” Proprietor—Yes, I believe we are a little short-handed. Are you sure you understand the business?” Applicant—l ought to. I’ve worked at it for twenty years and I can bring you a recommendation from every man I ever worked for. Proprietor—Can’t you come in again? The office-boy is out just now, and the porter and-the private watchman are holding a labor meeting, i’ll state your case to them when they are disengaged, and if they are willing I shall be glad tc hire you. But I’ll tell you frankly that, though I may be able to get the con sent oi the private watchmen and the porter, I’mßomewhal, in doubt about the office-boy. He’s awfully particular, However, it’ll do no harm to call again,

Watch the Expenses.

Rani New Yorker. The first requisite for profitabb management of a farm, and for any business in fact, is to reduce the outlay foi expenses, and when a farmer buys hii flour, butter and meat, instead of proi ducing them, and having a surplus o: them to sell, he neglects the primary principle of good farming. Farmers o: forty years ago, and some of the presen: day, supplied their households yith wool and flax for domestic use as wel as with their flour, vegetables, honey, fruit, vinegar, butter, cheese, pork, bee! and mutton. The well stocked cellar ant larder, with the well-furnished cloaeffl showed that the cardinal principle o prosperity “to grow his own feedinj stuff” was not neglected. The traffic in boots and shoes flu heavy shoes holds out an unusuallj long time. The heaviest distributioi ever known is now in progress through out the West. The trade has changet from buying large lots to last a Ion) Time, to buying small lots that can b< worked off in a few weeks. This givei the trade a steadiness that manufactur ers much like. The manufacturing es tabliehments throughout the New Eng land States are very busy, and the com ing winter will be a remarkably goot one. The morocco factories are all run ning steadily. Manufacturers are mak ing very few styles. The jobbing basi ness in all large cities of the Union i extremely brisk. .. “Two knots an hour isn’t such ba< rime for .a clergyman,’’smilingly said thi minister to himself just after be hi( united the second conple. Ball's Catarrh Cure i« the mirrel of the age an has bo equal for the core of Catarrh. Do not dels U iron are troubled with this disease.