Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 August 1891 — Page 7

DON’T BORROW TROUBLE.

‘■Sufficient Unto the Day Is the Evil ThftTpnf.” Borrowing Trouble Like Debt, Don’t Fay I —lt Bring* Sorrow# Instead of Happiness—Dr. Talmage'g Sermon. Rev. Dr. Talmage preached *st Brooklyn last Sunday. Text: Matt, vi., 34. He said: _ZZ_ Tbe life of every man, woman and child is as closely under the divine care as though suph person were the only man. woman or child. There are 10 accidents. As there is a law of storms in the natural world, so there is a law of trouble, a law of disaster, a law of misfortune: but the majority of the troubles of life are imaginary, and the most of those anticipated never come. At any rate there is no cause of complaint against God. See how much He hath done to make thee happy. His sunshine filling the earth with glory, making rainbow ior the storm and halo for the mountain, greenness for the moss, saffron for the cloud, and crystal for the billow, and procession of bannered tiame through the opening gates of the morning, chaffinches to Sing, rivers, to glitter, seas to chant and springs to blossom, and overpowering all othor splendor with his triumph, covering up all other beauty with its garlands, and outflashing all other thrones with its dominion—deliverance for a lost world through the Great Redeemer. I discourse of the sin of borrowing trouble.

1. Such a habit of mind and heart is wrong, because its puts one into a despondency that' ill fits him for duty. I planted two rose bushes in my garden; the one thrived beautifully, the other perished. I found the dead one on. the shady side of the house. Our disposition, like our plants, need sunshine. Expectancy of re»uls&4s- the-ca,u.sß of manvsecitE iar and religious failures. Fear of bankruptcy has uptorn many a fine business, and sent the man dodging among the note-shavers. Fear of slander and abuse has often invited ill the long-beaked vultures of scorn mfl back biting. Many of the misfortunes of life, like hyenas, flee if you courageously meet them. How poorly prepared for religious luty is a man who sits down under the gloom of expected misfortune! If Re pray, he says. “Ido not think I shall be answered. " If he give, lie says, “I expect they will steal the none;/. ” Helen Chalmers told me that her father, Thomas Chalmers,in the darkest hour of the history of the Free Church of Scotland, and when the woes of the land seemed to weigh iipon his heart, said to the children, ‘‘Come, let us go out and play ball or 3y kite,” and the only difficuh.y in the play was that the children could aot keep up with their father. The M’Cheynes and the Summerfields of the Church who did the most good, mltivated sunlight. Away with the jorrors! they distil poison; they dig graves; and if they could climb soligh they would drown the rejoicings >f heaven with sobs and wailing, ifou will have nothing but misfortune n the future if you sedulously watch for it. How shall a man catch the right kind of fish if he arranges his ine and hook and bait to catch ITzirds and water serpents? Hunt for oats and hawks, and bats and hawks irou will find. Hunt for robin-red-jreasts, and you will find robin-red-arcasts. One night an eagle and an )wl got into fierce battle; the eagle, unused to the night, was no match for the owl, which is most at home :n the darkness, and the king of the tir fell helpless; but the morning rose, and with it rose the eagle, and ihc owls, and the night-hau’ks, and She bats came a second time to the ;onibat. Now the eagle in the sunlight, with a stroke of his talons and i great cry, cleared the air, and his ;nemies, with torn feathers and inla.shed with blood, tumbled into the thickets. Yeacethe chiidreßsof; tight. In the night of despondency you will have no chance against your enemies that flock up from beneath, hut, trusting in God and standing in the sunshine of the jwomises, you shall ‘‘renew vour youth like the eagle.” Again: The habit of borrowing trouble is wronjr, because It has a make us overlook present blessing. To slake man's thirst, the rock is cleft, and cool waters leap into his brimming cup. To feed his hunger, the’fields bow down with bending wheat, and cattle come down with full udders from the clover pastures to give him milk, and the orchards yellow and ripen, casting their juicy fruits into his lap. Alas! that amid such exuberance of bless-

ing man should grow] as he was a soldier on half rations, or a sailor on short allowance; that a man should staged neck-deep in harvests looking forward to famine; that one should feel the strong pulses of health marching with regular dread through all the avenues of life, and not tremble at the expected assault of sickness; that a man should sit in his pleasant home, fearful that ruthless want will some day rattle the broken window-sash with tempest, and sweep the coals from the hearth, anu pour hunger into the bread-trav; that a man fed by him who owns all the harvests should expect to starve; that one whom God gives and surrounds with benediction, and attends with angelic escort, and hovers over with more than motherly fondness, should be looking for an heritage, of tears! Has God been hard with thee that thou shouldst be foreboding? Has He stinted thy bourd?, Has He covered thee with rags? Has He spread traps for thy feet, and galled thy cup and rasped thy soul, and wrecked thee with storm, and thundered upon thee with a life full of

caiamity? If yqur father or brother cume lulu your bank where gold and silver are lying about you./to rvt yUil KUOW they Sr 6 honest; out if an entire stranger come by the safe you keep your eye on him, for you do not know his designs. So some men treat God; not as a father but a stranger, and act suspiciously toward Him. as though they were afraid he would steal something. It is high time you began to thank God for present blessing. Thank Him for your cihldren —happy, buoyant and bounding. Praise Him for vour home, with its fountain of song and laughter. Adore Him for the morning light and evening shadow. Praise Him for fresh, cool water, bubling from the rock, leaping io the cascade, soaring in the midst, falling in the shower, dashing against the rock and clapping its hands in the tempest. L*>ve Him for the grass that cushions the earth and the clouds that curtain the sky and the foliage that waves in the forest. Think Him tor a Bible to read, and a cross to gaze upon and a Savior to read. Many Christians think it is a bad sign to be jubilant,and their work of self-examination is a hewing down of their brighter experiences, Like a boy with a new jack knife, hacking every thing he comes across, so their self-exammation~is ar religious cutting to pieces of the greenest things they can lay their hands on. They imagine they are doing God’s service when they are going about borrowing trouble, and borrowing it at 30 per cent., which is always a sure percursor of oankruptcy.

Again; the habit of borrowing trouble is wi-ong, because the present is sufficiently taxed with trial. God sees that we all need a certain amount of trouble, so He apportions it for all the days and years' in our life. Alas for the policy of gathering it all up for one day or year. --Gruel thing to put upon the boefcof one camel all the cargo intended for the entire caravan. I never look at my memorandum book to see what engagements and duties are far ahead. Let every week bear its own burden. The shadows of to-day are thick enough, why implore the presence of other shadows? The cup is already distasteful, why halloo to disasters far distant to coine, and wring out more gall into the bitterness? Are we such champions that, having won the belt in former encounters we can go forth to challenge all the future? Here are business men just able to manage affairs as they now are. They can pay their rent, and meet the notes, and manage affairs as they now are, but what if there, should come a panic? Go to-morrow and write on your day-book, on your ledger, on your money-safe,'““Sufficient pnto the day is the evil thereof.” Do not worry about notes that are far from due. Do not pile up on your counting-desk the financial anxieties of the next twenty years. The God who has taken c4re of your worldly occupation,guarding your store from the torch of the incendiary and the key of the burglar, will be as faithful in 1891 as in 1881. God’s hand is mightier than the machinations of stock-gamblers, or the plots of political demagogues, or the red right arm of revolution, and the darkness will fly and the storm fall dead at His feet. So there are persons in feeble health, and they are worried about the future. They make out very well-now, but they are bothering themselves about future pleurisies, and rheumatisms, and neuralgias and fevers. Their eyesight is feeble, and they are worried lest they entirely lose it. Their hearing is indistinct, and they are alarmed lest they become entirely deaf. They felt chilly to-day, and are expecting an attack of typhoid. They have been troubled for weeks with some perplexing malady, and dread becoming life-long invalids. Take care of vour health now, and trust God for the future. Be not guilty of blasphemy of asking him to take care of you while 'you sleep with your windows ‘ tight down, or eat chicken salad at 11 o’clock at night, or sit down on a cake of ice to cool off. Be prudent and then be confident. Some of the sickest people have been the most useful. It was so with Payson, who died deaths daily, and Robert Hall, who used to stop in the midst of his sermon and lie down on the pulpit sofa to rest, and then go on again. Theodore Frelinghuysen had a great horror of dying till the time s came, and then went peacefully. Take care of the.present and let the future look out for itself. “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Again: The habit of borrowing misfortune is

wrong, because it unfits us for it when it actually does come. We cannot always have smooth sailing. Life’s path will sometimes tumble among declivities, and mount a steep and be thorn-pierced. Judas wiH kiss our cheek and then sell us for thirty pieces of silver. Human scorn will try to crucify us between two thieves: We will hear the iron gate of the sepulcher creak and grind as it shuts in our kindred. But we cannot get ready for these things by forebodings. Those who fight imaginary woes will come, out of breath, into conflict with the armed disasters of the future. Their ammunition will have been wasted long before they come under the guns of real misfortune. Boys in attempting to jump a wall sometimes go so far back, in order to get impetus, that when they come up they are exhausted; and these long races, in order to get spring enough to vault trouble, bring us up at last to the dreadful reality with our strength gone. ’Finally: The habit of borrowing trouble is wrong because it is unbe•lief. God has promised to take care

of us. The Bible blooms with assur ances. Your hunirer will be fed; voui wifi be aiieviatea; yrrd. Yuirows will be healed. God will sandu 1 your feet and smooth your path, and along by frowning crag and opening grave sound the voices of victory anc good cheer. The summer clouds* that seem thunder-charged really carry in their bosom harvests of wheat, and shocks of corn, and vineyards purpling for the wine press. The wrathful wave will kiss the feet of the great storm-walker. Our great Joshua will command, and above your soul the sun of prosperity will stand still. Bleak and wave-struck Patmos shall have apocalyptic vision and you shall hear the cry of the elders, and the sweep of wings, and trumpets of salvation, and the voice of Hallelujah unto God forever. Your way may wind along dangerous bridle paths, and amid wolf's howl and the scream of the vulture, but the way still winds upward till angels guard it, and trees of life over arch it, and thrones line it, and crystalline fountains leap on it. and the pathway ends at gates that are pearl and streets that are gold, and temples that are always open, and hills that quake with perpetual song, and a city mingling for every Sabbath, and jubilee, and triumph and coronation. Courage, my brother! The father does not give his son at school enough money to last him several years, but, as the bills for tuition and board, and clothing and books come in, pays them. So God will not give you grace all at once for the future, but will meet allr your exigencies as they come. Through earnest praj’er, trust Him. Put every thing in God’s hand, and leave it there. Large interest money to pay will soon eat up a farm, a store, an estate,and the interests on borrowed troubles, will swamp any body. “Sufficicient unto the day is the evil AhcrcaLY—--V ; ■ -

IN CASE OF A DOG’S BITE.

Pasteur’s American Representative Tells What Yon Should Do. Dr. Paul Gibier, in Ladies' Home Journal. If you are unfortunate enough tc be bitten by a dog waste no time in sending for a physician. But the wound requires instant attention. First wash it immediately with clean, tepid water. If this is not readily obtainable clean water of any temperature will answer. This will do until a physician arrives. If you should be so situated that a physician cannot attend upon you, then act: After flushing out the wound with clean water, apply, by meahs of a glass dropper, a powerful antiseptic. 1 regard peroxide of hydrogen (medicinal) as the best compound. Don’t cauteeize. In my opinion it is a needlessly painful operation, and Is very seldom accomplished soon enough to prevent the dydrophobic infection from taking place. Having applied ~the (peroxide of hydrogen) to the sore, thke care not to remove the white foam that will be generated. Let it remain until it disappears, Which It will do in a few minutes. This being done a compress of absorbent cotton soaked in the peroxide of hydrogen, should be laid over the sore, with an over-covring of oiled silk. Twice every day the wound should be dressed in the same mannei, with the exception that the peroxide of hydrogen, instead of being used full strength, should be diluted, half and half, with clean water-tepid or filtered water being preferable. The subsequent treatment depends upon the condition of the dog that inflicted the wound. Don’t kill the animal unless it shows evident symptoms of hydrophobia. Have it placed securely in a safe place. If, at the expiration of one week, or not more than two weeks, it has not shown any abnormal symptoms, tbe patient need not fear. If, on the contrary, the animal 'sickens and dies, the patient should be treated by the Pasteur method as quickly as possible. The sooner the better. At the same time, the contents of the dog’s stomach and a portion of its spinal marrow, in glicerine, should be sent to the Pasteur Institute, No. Itß West Tenth street, New York city, where experiments may decide whether the animal died with hydrophobia or not. Should the animal have been shot or otherwise killed, it is advisable that the patient should submit at once to the Pasteur treatment, foi two reasons: First, because it is harmless; second, because its efficacy has been proved beyond a doubt, over fifteen thousand persons having been inoculated since Pasteur's discovery. ‘'Y „ ■ In ease the animal remains in gooc health, it is unnecessary that the pa tient submit to inoculation.

The Earl y Bird and the Worm. “The early bird catches the worm” Has been dinned in my ears and sun?, And ever since 1 wu born has seemed On the end of every tongue. But tbe only moral I find, Or ever can take to heart, Is that the bird ia very unkind And the worm took too early a start The bird left early his nest The worm was out earlier still; And although the worm did tne beat Bird gobbled him up in his bilL When gpod people tell you the maxim To make you feel guilty and squirm. Just look in their eyes, sir, and ax ’em But what do you think of the worm! The moral of this old saying Is clearly misunderstood, For the fate of the worm shows the dange ‘ Of early rising and being u>o good. —Milwaukee Wisconsin.

STORIES OF THE WAR

Told by Officers and Men Around a . Camp Fire. Cincinnati Gazette. The grand review at Washington was a thing of the past. We bad marched northward with Sherman Savannah, through the Oarolinas and Virginia. We were now encamped on Rock Creek, just outside of the capital. It had been a lovely day. not a cloud marring the sky, and we were enjoying the first “spare rest” after many a long month of campaigning. A gentle and refreshing breeze came from the west, supper nad been disposed of, no enemy was near, and the only sign of activity was the steady, monotenous tramp of the camp guard. The ifieft were gathered in groups about the camp fires, singing fta low tones, gossiping and smoking. -At brigade headquarters, before which a cheerful fire of confiscated fence rails was burning, a number of veteran officers were seated on camp Stools, cracker boxes and other improvised seatSi—iYo had “convened,” a 3 the invitation said, to sample a keg of “Old Crow,” just received by the Brigadier from his “Old Kentucky Home.” Junius Brutus, his colored factotum, had compounded a very seductive punch, and as the samples were passed around tongues wereToosened,-and stories, jokes and songs were the order of the hour. Holding his glass between his eye. and the firelight, Capt. W. said: “This amber fluid that makes one forget the cares and hardships of campaigning, reminds me of the only man in my regiment who never took a drink of intoxicating liquor. He was our chaplain. He not only never indulged, but in season and out never failed to score in unmeasured terms those who did. “One day while on the march, riding behindthe rqgiment, old Beasley, the quartermaster, by a well-known signal, let us know that he had become, in some unknown way, the possessor of a generous flask of good old Bourbon. The chaplain was in the party. We tried in every conceivable* way to ‘shako him,’ but he was deaf to all hints and suggestions. Old Beasley could stand it no longer, and solemuly drawing his flask, offered it to the dominie, saying, ‘Parson, you first.’ ‘I have no ure for the stuff, nor for any man who has.’ ‘All right,’ said the Q. M., ‘every man to his liking. Here’s to you, parson,’and the extract of corn gurgled as it passed down his seasoned throat. Smacking his lips, he said: ‘Do you read the Bible, parson?’ -Of course I do,’ said the indignant parson. With comical gravity, old Beasley spiked the Chaplain’s gun by saying: ‘So do I, and there is only one case in it where a man called for a drink of water, and he was in Hades.’ The chaplain, with a look of horror on his face, rode swiftly away, and we all took a drink, of course.” ~ “It was in the spring of 1863,” said Captain Joe R., “that our regiment, the 83d Illinois, as green a lot of country boys as ever marched from native prairies, left Cairo by boat and disembarked at Fort Doneison, garrisoning the works. The boys were just looking for a ‘mess of greens’ to cook with- their bacon, when some wag suggested that they could get a wagon-load half a mile away. Early next morning fifty men were cutting off the sprouts in an abandoned tobacco plantation. Never having seen a tobacco plant, not one of them recognized the weed, but .the greens looked nice, and soon every camp kettle contained the prime ele.raent of a boiled dinner. * * * * While the Coys were smarting over this practical joke plaved on them, a large force of Confederates put in an appearance and demanded the surrender of the garrison. Being invited to come on and ‘take’ what they wanted, they attempted to carry the*works by assault. “The verdant boys from Illinois proved to be ‘fighters from Fightsj town, and the attacking force was ; not only repulsed, but routed, leaving dead and wounded to be cared for by the Federals, exceeding in number that of the garrison. The next day I, then a lieutenant, was sent into the neighboring town of Dover to look after some of the stragglers whd were celebrating their victory by an old time ‘country hurrah.’ I found a party under the lead of a 6talwart Sergeant, all drunk, worrying and baiting an old Confederate farmet,who had driven in from the country in a ramshaekly old wagon, drawn by an aged and decrepit mule, hitched alongside a little red bull, by a nondescript rope harness. “The old man was eagerly Seeking news as to the fate of nis son, who was one of the attacking force the day before. ' Knowing that under such circumstances it was worse than useless for an officer wearing only the shoulder-straps of a second lieutenant to issue orders, I tried diplomacy. ‘Boys, ’ said I, don tbe hard oujthe old man. Suppose this fight had taken place in your county town and your poor old dad had come in to see how many limbs you had lost, or where your corpse had been planted, it would be pretty tough to nave any one teasing him/ “There was an immediate revolution in feeling. The boys commenced to pet the venerable Confederate. In maudlin tones of sympathy they pressed him to go to camp and get dinner, and all offered to escort him from hospital to graveyard in search of news. “He was surprised at the generous l supply of mess stores. ‘Who gives */ou-uns all these things?’ ‘Uncle Aam,’ vv the answer. ‘My I what a

.. . .... and salt! We aif\’t had only parched rye and salt dirt dug from the bottom of the smoke house';for nigh on to a year.’ “ ‘Put some coffee, salt and sowbelly into his wagon, boys,’ paid the repentantly generous Sergeant. “ ‘ls there anything else you want ?i old man?’ ' " r\ “ ‘Come to think on’t, my a(d woman said, “Pap, I want to make some ‘jeens,’ and if you can get some cotton keards in Dover, I’ll be obleeged.’” “Straightening himself up, the Sergeant, with drunken gravity, drawing from the pocket of his blouse a greasy and dirty pack of playing cards, said with many a hiccough: Y ‘“Take these, old man. Don’t know if they are cotton or not, but the old woman is welcome to ’em.' ” “Now that the war is over, and peace has spread her white wings over this broad land of ours, we will soon be mustered out,” said tbe General. “It is sad to recall familiar faces , and recollections of comrades tried and true, who do not return with us. They gave their lives for their country and now sit around their campfires on the other shore. “Do you remember young C. of the Ohio battery? “At Resaca he made the best shot with a cannon that I can recall during my four years’ service. “He was only a stripling of a boy, not over 20, and looking still younger. He was then a Lieutenant,commanding a section of two guns, attached to our brigade temporarily. As we stood in line we could see with our glasses a division of Confederate infantry advancing in line of battle; in front of the center the commanding; General, riding on the typical white horse, more often heard of in war than seen, as most prudent officers prefer more subdued colors. “The ground was hummocky, and the line would disappear entirely and then come into view again as they marched over the next rise, at that distance seemingly in as perfect order as if on review. I judge they were a mile,away when young C. ordered the gunners to try them with a shell. Shell after shell went shrieking on its mission of death. One passed over and another fell short, and the Confederates came steadily on. With each succeeding failure to plant a shell where it would do the most good, young C. became more and more excited. First he threw his cap on the ground, then his coat, and finally, jumping from his horse, he threw his suspenders from his shoulders, and amidst the laughter of all standing around he aimed the gun. The shell fired struck the ground and exploded directly beneath the white horse, and both he and his rider disappeared in the cloud of smoke and dust. The advancing column halted and was thrown into immediate confusion. Whether it was superior skill or a chance shot I never knew. PoorC., he was with us on ‘the march to the sea.’ Near Fort McAllister the column was halted by some obstruction in front. He and I rode forward to ascertain the cause. The first shot fired from a rebel battery commanding the road took off his head as neatly as a saber,” “At the siege of Nashvflie,” said Capt. H., “our gunners were much annoyed by Confederate sharpshooters posted in forest trees a long distance away. Being excellent marks - men, and using rifles with telescopic sights, they made spme surprisingly close shots. One day a staff officer rode up to the works, when a bullet from a concealed sharpshooter passed through his forage cap. He longed for revenge. Dismounting, he stood by one of the large guns, and waiting for the next little puff of smoke from an immense oak tree fully a mile awav, aimed at the smoke and pulled the lanyard. We thought no more of the incident until, on the defeat and retreat of Hood several days later, we, while In pursuit, marcbed by thA tree referred to, and some one glancing up saw the body of the sharpshooter lying in the branches near the top, completely cut in two by the cannon shot fired by Capt. X., who had been a distinguished artillery officer in the German army.” “Percy, what became of that fellow you had in your company of the 53d?” /“You mean Nye, the rascally forager or ‘pirooter,’ as he called himself, the champion liav of the corps? Well, he is alive yet, no doubt. His kind only die of old age. After his three years expired he re-enlisto'd in a new regiment, and I lost sight of him. I once heard him holding forth to a batch of new recruits or ‘fresh fish,’ as he.called them, who had but i'ust arrived in camp. ‘Boys,’ said te, ‘you see before you a man who received tbe most remarkable wound on record in the annals of army surgery and lived to tell the story. It happened at the capture of Fort Donfelson. i I was only a private soldier then as now, though if I had my dues I would command a brigade today. Gen. Grant said I carried more ‘sand’ in my make-up than any other man in the army. Whenever a charge was to be made or a forlorn hope led he didn’t call for a General or a Colonel. He io9t said, ‘Send for Bill Nye to lead,’ and not a thing would be done until I reported for duty. He wanted to carry the earthworks at Donelson by storm. As usual, Nye was sent for. Said the General, in a familiar way, for we were on the best of terms, ‘Can’t you do it, Bill?’ “Says I, ‘l’m the bully bov with a glass eye that’s equal to the occasion.’ “I took command of the forlorn hope, and shouted, ‘Forward, my bully boys; not a shot; give ’em the bayonetl’ The line sprang forward on a dead run, I leadin’ ’em on. Just

as we reached the foatofihe, earthworks, aminnie ball hit me right here between the eyes. It staggered me for the instant, but I never slackened up. I just put my hand to feel ?tb« wound, aft’ blame my sister’s cat il my brains hadn’t gushed out Just like meat out of an old sausage staffer. 1 shoved 'em back and tore off a 1 piece of cartridge paper, spit on it, and clapped it on the wound us 1 climed the slope. We went over the works and through the Rebs like a flash. Our victorious cheers were the agreed on signal for a general advance and Fort Donaldson was ours. I forgot all about the wound until that night as we sat around the fire, b’ilin of our coffee, when Serg. Jack says: ‘Bill, what yer doin’ with that piece o’ paper between yer blarqed ol’ eyes?’ ” “ ‘Oh!’ said I, ‘that was where I was wounded.’ ‘What with?’ says he. 'A minnie ball,’ says I. ‘Where’s the ball?’ asked the Sergent. ‘ln my brains,’ said I. An’ dog on youv fool heart if the wound hadn’t all healed up. Most wonderful wound on record! Full account, with diagrams, in the National Medical Museum at Washington. A job-lot sur- ~ S eon offered me $509 if I would let im saw my head open and find the ball. Offered to take my brains out, clean’em and put ’em back again, good as new, but my old grandmother wouldn’t allow it. She said I had all the brains there was in the family, an’ she wouldn’t risk havin’ ’em spiled.” “There goes the taps,” said the General, and Ihe bugles rang out on the clear air. , Pass around the groceries once more, Junius, as goodnight to all. ”

How Tin-Plates Are Made.

Iron, In view of the present crisis in the South Wale 3 tin-plate trade, the following particulars of the Morewood process of tinning plates, now in U6e at the works of the United States Iron and Tin-plate Company, limited; Dammler, Pa., may be of interest: The plates are rolled in the ordinary manner into black sheets, eight of these sheets being rolled at one time, and after being sheeted to size are put in the black pickle bath of sulphuric acid, where all oxidation is removed. They are then placed in an annealing furnace for thirty-six hours, after which they are passed through the cold rolls, receiving a smoothly polished surface. They are annealed again and put into the white pickle, where they are thoroughly cleansed from any oxidation. They are then ready for the tinning process. The mode of putting on the coating of tin is very simple. The plates are first submerged In a bath of palm oil until all the water disappears, the iron forming a flux for the tin, the first coat of which is received in the tin pot; the plates are next diped in the “wash pot,” and when taken out the tin is spread over the service with a brush by hand. The final act in the tin coating process consists in passing the plates through rolls running in palm oil, whereby the tin is evenly distributed and a smooth surface obtained. There are five of these rolls used, three running on top of two, and the plates make two passes., through them, in the first place being let down through the first and second of the upper set, and by a cradle arrangement being returned through the second and third, This completes the tinning operation proper, and the polish is obtained by rapid movements of the plates through bran and middlings, respectfully, and then polished with sheepskin. The result obtained at the Demmler works is a very excellent article of bright tin-plate.

The Coming Dog.

Pall Mall Gazette. It is probable that we shall have a new dog. The Schipperke has not been a great success. He took well at first, and the fact that he was born without a tail was all in his favor. Then came the distressing rumor that this was not a fact, bi t a fiction; that in truth he has no tail for the same reason that a fox terrier has a short one, and this rumor has robbed him of much ot his distinction. Justice was then done for a short time to the Irish terrier, who added hardihood and fidelity to other recommendations. But fashion is capricious and loves a change. A new dog will have to be brought out, and it has been. already discovered. There is a splendid breed in Morocco of which the Moors are excessively proud. They like to keep it to themselves and are jealous of European interference. So jealous are they that until lately no native dog was allowed to cross the frontier. The most strenuous efforts were made to keep the breed at home. It was not allowed to bring the dogs into Tangier lest they might he smuggled across the Mediterranean. The law, though popular, was necessarily too tyrannical in its application. The Sultan was petitioned; stringency is to be relaxed. Tangier is to be a free port and the Morocco dogs are to cross the Mediterranean.

The Economy of the Egyptians.

Harper'* Bazar. A curious illustration of the domestic ©conohiy of the Egpptians has been met with in the unwinding of the bandages of the mummies. Although whole webs of fine cloth have been most frequently used, in other cases the bandages are fragmentary and have seams, darns and patches. Old napkins are used, old skirts, pieces of something that may have been a shirt; and once a piece of cloth was found with ah armhole in it, with seam and gusset and band finely stitched by fingers themselves long since crumbled and their dust bloVn to the four winds.