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A man in his carriage was riding along, A gaily dressed wife by his side; satin and laces she looked like a queen And he like a king fn his pride. A wood-sawyer stood on the street as they passed and couple he eyed; And said, as he worked with his saw in a log; "I wish I was rich and could ride." The man in the carriage remarked to his wife, "One thing I would give if I could--I'd give my wealth for the strength and the health Of the man who sawed the wood." young maid, with a bundle of work, Whose face as the morning, was fair, Went tripping a long with smile of delight, While humming a love-breathing air. She looked in the carriage the lady saw, Arrayed in apparel so fine, And said in a whisper, “I wish from my heart Those satins and laces were mine. The lad looked on the maid with her work, So fair in her calico dress, And said "I'd relinquish position and wealth, Her beauty and young to possess." Thus it is in the world, whatever our lot, Our minds and our time we enploy In longing and sighing for what we have not Ungrateful for what we enjoy.

TRAPPED BY AN HEIRESS.

A coosier place than the big sittingroom at Hillcrest would have been hard to find, if one had traveled from Land's End to Joan O'Grout's: and this eventful evening, when the destinies of two worthy people were about taking definite form—two people who had never seen each other, and who had heard of each other so often that both were curiously eager to meet —on this important evening the sitting-room at Hillcrest had never looked- pleasanter or cosier. A huge fire of logs glowed like molten carbuncles in the open fireplace; on the table in the center of the floor, whose cover matched the glowing crimson of the carpet, was a silver stand that held as dozen snowy waxtapers, whose beaming light contrasted exquisitely with the ruddy glow of the fire. Beside the table, in a big, cushioned chair, with his- feet thrust, toward the genial warmth on the hearth, his gray dressing-gown sitting comfortable on his portly form, his gold-rimmed glass- | es on his nose, sat the owner and master of Hillcrest, Mr. Abiah Cressington, rich, good-natured, and fond of his own way. Opposite him was the mistress of the little place—little, shrewfaced, sharp-nosed, merry, Aunt Cornelia, his sister, who, since her widowhood, had come to Hillcrest to make her bachelor brother's home as pleasant as she could. That she had succeeded was very evident by the way now in which he tooked up from a letter he had been reading —the confindential. kindly way in which he did it. "Walter writes a curious letter in response to my invitation to come and spend a few weeks at Hillcrest as soon as he gets over his fatigue from his ocean voyage home, after his five years abroad. I’ll read it to you.’’ He leaned near the softly, glowing lights, and begun the short, concise reply that Walter Austin had written from his chamber in the Temple: “You are very kind, indeed, Uncle Abiah, to ask me down to Hillcrest for as long as I wish to stay, and I can assure you that I have been so long a wanderer, that the idea of home is very pleasant to me. But when I take into consideration the peculiar importance you propose attaching to my visit, I am unwilling to accept the invitation. To me, the idea of having my fancies and inclinations put into harness, and to feel that l am on continual duty to . win my way into the good graces of my second cousin, Mabel, whom you are good enough to wish me to marry--". Mrs. Cornelia interrupted sharply: "Abiah, you never surely went and told our grandnephew that yon had in view his marriage with Mabel.” Her tone was energetic, almost re prehensive. Why not? I certainly did. I told him in my letter that it was a chance for him he'd-never get again, and that he needn’t feel under such terrible ob ligations to take a fancy to Phil's little Mabel, but to come down and be cousinly, and if anything should happen, it'd be right all around." Mrs. Cornelia knitted vigorously, | her lavender cap-ribbons quivering in the mellow taper glow. “All I have to say is, you’re—a fool, Abiah! Walter is right. A young man doesn’t like to have his fancies under rein and whip, and the very fact that we want him to marry, will make him indisposed to do it. You’ve made a very great mistake in the begin Mr. Cressington looked aghast at his sister’s determined face. “Why, I really didn’t suppose-----" “Of course vou didn’t. It’s only vour /natural stupitity, you dear old fellow! Men are all alke.’" Don’t I know them like a book? And you've ruined your hopes for Mabel and Walter at the very outset.”’ Mr. Cressington started discomfit edly. “I am sure I meant it all right enough, Cornelia. I certainly wanted Walter to know what a little darling our Mabel is. and what a nice little wife she would make tor any man.” “Very commendable; indeed; only If you had consulled me upon the letter you sent. I should have advised you to say nothing about Mabel, or her charms, or her expectations. I should have simply asks! him to come and see us, and have left the rest to Mabel's blue eyes. You see, Abiah?" His lips comprised slowly. “I think I see And my hopes in that direction are all ruined!" The silver needles clicked rapidly, and the snow-white yarn came reeling merrily oft the ball under her arm. “Not at all. Leave that to me, and I’ll see what can be done. Trust a woman’s wit to get eveu a blundering old fellow like you out of a scrape.” and nodded, and looked so mischievous, that Mr. Cressington became quite excited over her little mystery. Do explain, Cornelia. And when she explained he leaned back in his chair, with an expression of positive awe and admiration on his face. What a woman you are, Cornelia! I declare, it beats everything I ever heard in the whole course of my life!" After dusk a glorious winter day, with here and there a star twinkling in the pale gray sky and the lights and fires in the Hillcrest sitting-room making an eloquent welcome to Wa

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ter Austin, as he stood in the midst of the home circle, tall, gentlemanly, handsome, and self-possessed. Old Mr. Cressington was in his richest humor as he led forward two young girls. “Come, don't be shy now. Walter this is your cousin. Mabel Cressington, and this is her good friend and inseparable companion, Irene Vance, come to help entertain you. My nephew, Mr. Walter Austin, girls. And this is Aunt Cornelia—you remember her well enough, hey?” And so the presentation was merrily gotten over, and Walter found himself at home in the most pleasant family he had ever known. They were remarkably pretty girls, with blue eyes, although Miss Vance's were decidedly the deeper blue and more bewitching, and lovely yellow gold hair.Walter found himself admiring the style of Miss Vance’s coiffure before he had known her an hour, and when he went up to his room that night he felt as if between the two, roguish Mabel and sweet little Irene, he never would come out heart whole. For Mabel is a good little darling, " thought he, "and I will take Greatuncle Abiah's advice and fall in love with her, and thereby secure a gener ous slice of the Cressington estates Egad! that’s a happy thought!” But the handsome young gentleman went to sleep and dreamed, instead of Mabel's laughing eyes, of Irene's gentle, tender ones, and awoke somewhere in the middle of the night, unahle to get to sleep again for thinking of her. And the after days were not much better. Despite the golden value of Mabel, there was something lerne Vance that made this headstrong fellow very foolishly iudifferent to the advice he had sworn to follow. “Because, by Jove! a fellow would have to he made out of granite to resist the sweet, shy ways of such a little darling as Irene. And I’ll marry her if she’ll have me, and the money and property may go to the—dogs. I've a head and a pair of hands, and the blueeyed Irene shall not suffer.” It was an hour latter that he met her in the hall, carrying great bows of holly, with which to festoon down the walnut staircase. “Give me your burden, Irene,” he. “Why did you not tell me you were going to gather it, and let me go with you? It is altogether too heavy a burden for your arms to bear.” He managed to get the lovely sprays from her arms, but it required an immense amount of tardy effort on his part, and shy, sweet blushing on hers. “Answer me, Irene. Why didn't you let me go with you? Wouldn’t you have liked it? He demanded her answer in the most captivating, lordly way, and she dropped her eyes in great confusion “Y-e-s.” "Then why were you so cruel to me?” "I am not cruel to anybody. Indeed I must now go.” Walter placed himself squarely in the way, and was looking down on tier rose-tinted face. “No, you can’t go yet. Irene, you are cruel, or you would never deprive one of the opportunity to enjoy the blessedness of your society.” His voice lowered tenderly, and he dropped his head nearer her golden curls. “You know I think it cruel in you to be so distant and shy and reserved with me you, Irene?” She shrank away, her lovely form drooping like a lily, her cheeks hanging out their signals of distress and confusion. "Oh, please don’t talk so to me. (Indeed I must go! Mabel is waiting for the holly, and —they won’t like it if—” But she was a prisoner in his tight clasp. "If.-what? If they find you and me talking so confidently together?” “No! I mean if I don’t take the holly at once.” Walter put his arm around her waist before she knew what he was doing ‘‘lrine, look up. You shall not go until you let me see in your eyes if you love me as well as I love you! Irene, my dear little girl, I love you very dearly.” She was silent for one second, and he saw the quiver of her red lips. Then she raised her head slowly, shyly. “You love? Oh, Walter, what will they all say? Don't you know it is Mabel you should say that to? I am nobody, Walter, and Mabel is an heiress." Walter had both arms around her by this time, and was looking ardently in her glowing face. “I know Mebel is an heiress, and a nice little girl; and I also know you are a darling-my darling--and the girl I ever asked to be wife, or ever shall ask! Say yes, pet." his tones were low and tender, but triumphant. "And you can deliberately give up so much for only just me ?” r wondrous eyes met his bravely now, and thrilled him with the love light in them. "Only just you, my own darling! Why, you are more than all the world to me! Come, we will go tell Uncle Abiah at once. Just one kiss first you must!” And, he had more than one or two before he led her, blushing, with trembling on her lashes, like diamonds on a golden thread, to Uncle Abiah, who sat in his library with Mrs. Cornelia, industriously looking over a receipt book. They looked up in surprise as Walter marched in, Irene on his arm, a picture of confusion. “If you please, Uncle Abiah, I want your blessing and cordial consent to receive this little girl for your niece. I love her, and she loves me.” Uncle Abiah looked shrewdly over his. glasses at Mrs. Cornelia. “Well, sister, what shall we say to this youth’s demand?” A broad smile of perfect delight was on her merry face. "Say’? Why, tell them yes, and welcome, and let them know their Aunt Cornelia isn’t a fool if their Uncle Abiah is.” Walter looked astonished, and felt Irene’s hand tremble on his arm. “What is it, dear?” She smiled through her tears as she looked into his inquiring eyes. “Oh, Walter, I am afraid you will be angry. I am Mabel, after all, and—and—” “And you have made love to your cousin, the heiress, in spite of yourself, my boy! So Hillcrest is a forgone fate, after all, eh?” “Don’t scold, please, Walter?” Mabel

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pleaded, in a low voice, with her bine eyes looking into his. "As if I could scold you, my love! Since I have you, what need I care?” And Mrs. Cornelia turned over the leaves of the receipt book until she came to “wedding-cake.” and avers that she made the match herself.

Rev. Phillips Brooks and His church.

The walls are massive, the pillars are massive, the chandelier is massive. There are fine windows, elegant colors, little cherubs and big angels hovering overhead, rich pews and costly upholstery down below, but all this does not detract from the general effect of strength. The chancel is peculiar. It is ’capacious, with an extended rail circling all about the communion table. It reminds one of the old English custom when the table was out in the body of the church. While there is, beauty about the whole structure, space and bigness are the special features impressing you. Corresponding with the big church is the minister. He is large large intellectually, large spiritually; New England’s leading, favorite preacher. He strides forward to his pulpit, which is a plain rich stand. It is a pleasure to see him step forth with a firm, imposing, but never pretentious, gait. He stands behind his desk. He grasps its sides, then sways hack and forth, or steps forward to emphasize a point. There is no ostentation in his manner. As you hear him you feel that he is larger than the church. While the audiences are large, you feel that he is larger than the audiences, but he is never greater than his subject. He makes himself inferior to that always, dwarfing himself by the side of that favorably theme, Christ’s power to make men better. While the rector of Trinity Church is an Episcopalian in his preferences and methods, lie is so sympathetic, broad and Catholic that he is very popular with all denominations, especially Unitarian and Congregationalists. You listen to Phillips Brooks and feel that here is a door widening, widening, widening till you are in the church universal, and right at home in the midst of all the saints

A Mendacious Priest.

An extraordinary story is related by a correspondent of the Italian Nazione, writting from Lucca. Some years ago a native of Camajore emigrated to America, leaving behind a wife and two children. After a time he sent home to them through the priest of his native place 100 lire. A few months later on this remittance was followed by, a second, this time of 1,000 lire, and at intervals afterward other sums were split, making all together a total of over 25,000 lire, or £1,000. The priest, however, never gave the money to those for whom it was intended, but kept it for himself, sending for the woman and telling her, with many consoling reflections, that her husband was dead. At the same time he wrote to the man informing him that his family were dead, sending also with his letter an official certificate of their death. After a time the man married again, and a short time ago, having prospered in business and become wealthy, he determined to revisit his native place. In due time he arrived with his second wife and family at Camajore, and went to the principal inn in town. As he was walking out one day a boy begged of him. Something in the appearance of the beggar seemed to be familiar, and, questioning the boy, be found that it was his own child, and that his wife was living with the two children he had left behind in the greatest poverty. The priest, thus found out in his wickedness, endeavored to compromise the matter by offering to pay the 25,000 lire, but the authorities, who had been informed of the business, declined to allow it, and proceedings against him are now pending.

A Dinner in China.

A lady formerly living here, now the wife of an American officer in China, writes to her friends at home an account of a ceremonious dinner which she attended recently. The feast was given by the "Deputy,” and was attended by only seven persons—three American gentlemen, two American ladies, and two Chinese men—besides the host. Describing the Deputy as a "lovely old man,’’ the latter says: "He passed to me first a cup of hot wine with a graceful bow; it was only after that that one could sit down. He made the tour of the table and gave each guest his wine, accompanied by the chin-chins (bows) from both parties. Before each guest were three plates, about the size of a little girl’s tea-set plate—three inches in diameter. On these plates we ate all our dinner except the soups, which were put before us in small bowls. Each one had his chopsticks and a two-pronged silver fork. In a few moments, as Mrs.. M. and I could not use them very well, we were given our own forks and knives. At each place was a big pile of melon and apricot seeds, and this pile was replenished constantly during the four hours we were at the table. Between the courses everybody was cracking and eating away at the melon seeds. They were not very good, of course, yet it was amusing to nibble them, and they came in hot from the oven, and on the whole did not taste badly. "On the table when we sat down were eight dishes of preserved fruit of different kinds. They were all on those small dishes, but put one on top of the other to make a kind of pyramid, and in a row along the center of the table were other dishes larger in size and holding the more substantail things. On one were slices of lobster and salted walnuts —very good, both of them. On another were goose gizzards cut in thin slices; on another shrimp salad, and on another thin slices of chicken. These were ail meant to give an appetite for the dinner which followed. I sat next to the old Deputy, and he helped me from all the different dishes within his reach, only a mouthful or so from each, though. When we had tried all these things, the first course was brought. on, and, as I suppose you imagine, it was ‘birds’ nest soup,’ and very good too. We have nothing like it at home. After that we had stewed chicken with young onion sprouts. “The third course was cold mutton served with raw turnips cut in long thin strips, “Fourth —Awfully good—was pigeon eggs in a kind of acid soup. “Fifth—Cucumbers stuffed with chopped fish.

“Sixth—Roast chicken served In very small bite with mushrooms. “Seventh—Sharks’ fins. "Eighth—Mutton dumplings. [After that there was a little rest, and we walked about the garden, going to work again after a half hour.] “Ninth—Pork soup. “Tenth—Stewed mussels. “Eleventh—Champignons and spinach made together. “Twelfth —Ham in slices. “Thirteenth—Stewed pigeons and bean curd. “Fourteenth—Fish. “Fifteenth—The nuscles of fibres of flowers. "Sixteenth—Sea-lugs (something awful to look at, just like leeches with pimples on them.) "Seventeenth— Mushrooms and bamboo sprouts made together. * "Eighteenth—Cakes and bitter almond sauce. "Nineteenth —An entire roast pig. [lt was brought on and then taken away and carved for us. I thought the dinner at an end when we had the cakes, and was taken aback to see this animal make its appearance. They served first the crackle or skin. It was A No. 1, and we began to each eat anew; second, they served the lean meat; third, they served some fat, and then something else, all four from the pig.] "Twentieth—Rice, with chicken soup, salted cabbage, salt bean curd, chestnuts grown in water, and l don’t know what. "After that tea, and it was over.” This was followed by a two days headache.

THE SIGNAL SERVI

The International Meteorologica Congress of April 14, 1879. The International Meteorological Congress, recently convened at Rome terminated its labors after a brief and rather hurried session, by referring much of the business for which it was convened to the discretion of a committee originated by the Congress itself have not been therefore numerous. The meeting was large, with quite a general enthusiasm on the subject of International Meteorology. The Congress has recommended that for each country daily synoptic weather-charts be made for study, as has been the daily practice for the United States since 1870; that storm tracks should be traced, weather notices given to farmers, winds, temperature, etc., studied by the mouth and by the year; instruments at all stations compared with each other; the general march of weather phenomena over the surface of the globe noted; uniformity of observations sought for, and other procedures, as has long been the customary plan on this side of the Atlantic. There are evidences of progress in this. On the subject of observations actually simultaneous, first originated and practically put in use by the United States in 1870,and the basis of observation on which the greatest advances and success have been made by this country, it was resolved, “that the Congress is of the opinion that the development of simultaneous observations contributes much to the progress of meteorology, and that all works which are undertaken in this direction ought to-be encouraged.” The publications of the Signal Office, such as the Monthly Weather Review, with the synoptic and international weather-charts, were referred to with approval, and with the recommendation, "that the Congress is of opinion that the publication of a similar review would contribute much to the advancement of meteorological study, and is therefore recommended to be made for Europe.” There can be no higher compliment. Finally, the Congress asks that the stations at Mount Washington and Pike’s Peak (the highest station on the earth), may be maintained, making even more observations than those now attempted, and that all the observations published for the use of all meteorologists everywhere, as an approval of those stations, the utility of which was once questioned. It is on these points only the acts of Congress have any special reference to the meteorologigal work of the United States. It is satisfactory to notice so much of approval and adoption and so general a wish for the continuance and extenof it. The Congress made no .practical suggestions as to weather predictions in Europe—a matter which it would seem might have been arranged with very little difficulty.

How It's Done.

A reading workingman has explained how he manages to support himself, his wife and three children on ninety cents a day. His meals consist in the morning of bread and coffee and mush; in the evening of bread, coffee and boiled potatoes; the dinner he carried with him to his work, and generally consists of bread, salt meat and coffee. He has beef three times a week; one ham lasts the family a month, and a pound of butter about a week. In summing up the various things for a month this laboring man says: "Put down for rent, $6; coal, $1.75, that is for this season, because it is more in winter; flour, $3; potatoes, $2; ham, $1.40; coffee, 50 cents; salt, 12 cents; coal oil, 20 cents; butter, well, sometimes we average two pounds a week, put butter down at 80 cents: lard. 20 cents; sugar, 60 cents; molasses, 50 cents; beef, $2. How much would that be? $19.07. Yet, the necessary expense for one month is larger, as I have not counted many things. This leaves only a couple of dollars for clothes and shoes for myself, wife and little ones. This is pretty short commons, it is true, but after all he is better off if he can get all those things than he would be to strike.

Foot Gear.

The very newest stockings are in solid colors, in silk or lisle thread, ribbed and open worked. The ribs form stripes that run up and down to the ankle, and over the instep, and above the ankle they are laid across, which rounds the lower part of the leg as it rises above the boot. The colors are pink, blue, garnet, tinted white, and some colored red. A straw-colored silk stocking is handsomely embroidered in brown; midway between the top and the instep is a band of brown; at the top is lace edging. Another style has the instep and heel in dark red, and the other part of the foot, as well as the top of the stocking is gray. A beautiful cream-colored silk

stocking has an embroidery represnting wheat on the sides and instep—this is in extremely bright blue silk. A singular pair of white stockings has three bands of open work, resembling lace, on the instep, three half way up the leg, and a very broad stripe of the same at the top of the stocking, which is finished with lace. Another very elegant stocking is checked with white and black, like an ivory domino. A pair of lisle thread stockings is embroidered in green, with tall grass and small flowers on the instep and sides. A new whim in stocking is to wear them in different shades of color, to match the dress. If the costume is pink and white, the stockings will be delicately ribbed-one pink, the other white; or in the same gray and white, blue and white will be put together. The idea was taken from an actress in Vienna, who exhibited in the last act of "Fatinitza ”

Afghan Towers and Huts.

These towers are structures about 30 feet high, and the same in diameter. The first ten feet are of solid , stone structure; the upper hollow and capable of holding fifteen or twenty men; the whole loop-holed and roofed in; above the roof is a lookout balcony. The only entrance is a small doorway above the stone substructure, approached either by a ladder or a single piece of rope, which, when the tower is occupied, is drawn up. Scattered around the towers are the huts or cave-dwell-ings of the people. The huts, surrounded generally by low, earthen walls, resemble those all over upper India—earthen walls and flat, mudcovered roofs some twenty feet long, ten or twelve broad and six high. Sometimes they are longer, and divided into apartments, in one of which the cows and buffaloes are housed, though quite as often they occupy the same apartment as their owners. Their portion is generally anything but clean; the portion occupied by the family is swept out daily by the women, who, as a rule, do not only all domestic work, but a good portion of outside duty also. The only furniture consists of two or three small bedsteads, covered with string, on which lie tumbled some dirty quilts or blankets; in one corner some seed-cases covered with a coating of mud, containing the grain for daily use and for the next sowing-season; a small stool or two and some spinning-wheels, at which the women sit when at leisure, which is seldom; a few ghurras, earthen vessels, holding water or buttermilk, and used as cooking pots. In one corner, or in the centre of the room, lies a heap of ashes or a wood re, on which the cooking is done; the moke of which, having no outlets, lackens walls and rafters, on which hang the warlike implements of the lords of the mansion. These consist of a match lock or flint lock musket, lately superseded in many A freedee homes by the Enfield, snatched from the Ameer’s panic-stricken infantry flying from Ali Musjid; a horn of powder, a bag of bullets, an old pistol or two, and the long knife, used as sword and dagger of some tribes, or the sword and others. All these are worn by the men not only when on the war-path, but almost invariably, even when plowing in their fields. Add to this a sheep skin bag containing about twenty pounds of flour, in which are imbedded some pieces of salt and goor (molasses), and the Pathan is equipped for a week’s campaign.—[Blackwood’s Magazine.

Cockburn on a Bust.

Sir Alexander Cockburn (pronounced Coburn) is Her Majesty’s Lord Chief Justice of the Queen’s ßench, the highest court of the realm. He was one of the Geneva arbitrators on behalf of England on the Alabama claims, and is regarded as standing at the head of English jurists. But the labors of the lord Chief Justice are severe, and, like the smaller lords, and no lords, he needs rest occasionally, and so takes a vacation and a trip to the provinces, where "noble lords of high degree” arc not seen so often, and are not indigenous. On one of these trips, as related to me by a young barrister, accompanied by one or two boon companions. amid his relaxations he had regaled himself on beer so freely that he became "quite jolly.” He was at first very loquacious, then garrulous and funny, and finally, at the request of some of the company, he sang songs for their edification, and danced "a regular’ jig.” The performances went so far that, at length, without warrant from the court, the Lord Chief Justice of England was actually arrested and imprisoned—that is, taken by his friends and put to bed. The rather remarkable exhibition was, of course, "hushed up” as well as it could be, but is told as one of the odd things that will sometimes happen [London Letter.

ONE MORE LONDON MYSTERY

Discovery of the Body of a Young Girl Murdered a Year Ago. Shortly after ten o'clock yesterday morning, May 9th, the inhabitants of Custom Square were alarmed at learning that a discovery had been made in one of the houses there, which may prove to indicate the commission of a horrible crime. The house No. 4 is the place in which the discovery was made. It is occupied by a German named Siwerin Bersendoff, and he has lived there for about three years. Before hat the house was occupied by Mr. Mills, a scalptor, and a Mrs. Taylor. Mr. Bersendoff has recently let off part of his house to some lodgers, who ordered a load of coal from Messrs. Woods. Messrs. Woods sent one of their carmen named George Pulcher. to deliver the coal yesterday morning. When he reached the house Pulcher had occasion to go down into the cellar to loose the chain holding the grid which closed the aperture down which the coal would have to be shot. This cellar is approached through a sort of pantry, and when the carman had passed this and opened the door of the cellar, he states that he was almost overcome by a terrible stench which issued. He opened the grid and was horrified at seeing the head and upper portion of the body of a woman starting out of the mass of rubbish which lay there. Half sickened, he called to the inmates of the house, and leaving the cellar, returned to his wagon. A gentleman passing saw his agitation, and learning what ne had seen, at once informed a policeman. Two constables went at once to the house.

It was then about a quarter past ten, and on getting into the cellar they found that the woman lay face downward, with her head apparently resting on one arm, and the other arm drawn as if to cover the head. The stench was so offensive that before further examination could be made they felt it needful to disinfect the place with chloride of lime. Then the search was continued, and the body was found to have on it a black dress and a skirt distended with crinoline. Dr.-H.P. Davis was called in, and found that the body was so far decomposed that identification was impossible. As the hands and feet were not at first seen, it was surmised that an attempt had been made to mutilate the body; but, after further examination, it appeared more probable that the limbs had dropped from the trunk by the natural action of decomposition. From the state in which the remains were found it is almost certain that quick lime was thrown over them when they were placed in the cellar, for the purpose of destroying all chances of recognition. By searching about almost all the remains were found, and such as were missing were traced through a servant girl in the house, who said that a short time ago she was shoveling coal in one of the cellar and came upon some bones which, supposing them to be ordinary meat bones, she threw them into the dust bin, where they were fortunately found. Such as they were, the remain were placed in a cell and taken to the Mortuary at St. Pancras Work House. Almost all the flesh had gone from the face, and when the searchers tried to lift the remains the pulling of the clothes brought off such skin of flesh as remained on the covered part of the body. The most startling discovery made was that of a rope tied tightly twice around the neck, making it certain that the woman had died from strangulation. Dr. Davis is of the opinion that death must have occurred about a year ago, and that possibly two or three years have passed I since the crime was committed. Some years ago a young woman who lived in Seymour street, in that neighborhood, whose name was Jane Willis, was missing, and no trace has been ever found of her. She used to earn her livelihood in sitting as a model for sculptors and painters. The house Is now under the immediate supervision of the police, and detectives from Scot land Yard are making every inquiry that can lead to any clew.—[London Telegraph. How the Sea is Salted. Many people imagine that the ocean water is naturally salt, and will be surprised to know that the salt comes from the rocks and is washed into the sea. The sea depends on the disentegration of rocks on land for its saltness. It does not originate in oceans and seas. Rains wash it and hold it in solutin as particles are liberated by violence, decomposition and gradual action of many natural forces. All streamlets and rivers, therefore, are constantly transporting salt to the sea. If there is more than can be held in solution, then it accumulates in masses as very deep points, which, in the reyolution to which matter is subject, may again be a stratum of salt somewhere remote from where the mass was formed. Thus the salt mines of Portland and the vast horizontal bed of pure salt in Texas, as well as that mountain of rock salt in Domingo, was collected at the bottom of ancient seas, which are now dryland remote from water. There are places in Africa where the process of disintegration of salt from water is regularly going on, but there is not water power enough to force it onward to the sea. Hence the par ticles are spread abroad and mixed up with the soil. The negroes of Kalhul, in northern Africa, having discovered its distribution where there is no water to dissolve in the ground, bleach it. In that way they separate the salt. By evaporating the water holding it in solution, an excellent article for domestic purposes is produced. Salt pervades the earth. It exists in the grasses and most vegetable products on which animals feed. In that way they derive enough in most countries to meet the demands of their natures. They require as much as civilized huinanity. With them salt is necessary as ourselves, for keeping the organs of vision in good condition. Stop the supply and blindness would be universal.

“Have a Dip.”

A correspondent of the Troy Times, at present traveling in Arkansas, gives the following sketch of snuff-dipping as still practiced in that State: I was about to go, without even making intended inquiries, when our company was suddenly increased by the incoming of two other women, one of middle age, the other evidently yet in her teens. Some short ceremonial chat ensued, when my hostess with the "yuralgy” laid aside her pipe, and, diving into a huge black outside pocket or reticule at her side, fished out a tip mustard box with a hole, in the top, through which a dirty looking stick protruded. She first took off the top, then she sighed, then she said: “ ’ Pears to me, ’Liza, dey don’t make no snuff dese days;” then she put the end of the stick in her mouth and gummed it awhile; then soused it about in the box until it was well coated with snuff; then she rubbed it about her toothless jaws and then passed it to Liza with the interrogatory sentence, "Have, a dip?” Liza went through with the same performance, and passed it to Tennessee with "Have a dip?” She defiled her sweet lips with the vile stuff and passed it to Missouri, not forgetting to say, "Have a dip?” This stately maiden indulged most plente--ously, and, turning on me an inexpressibly pleading look, she passed ovcr the box, and gently queried, "Have a dip, stranger?”

Burglarious Tramps.

Aurora, 111., June 14.—Last night the house of William Coffin, of Batavia, was entered by two Chicago tramps. who stole a suit of clothes, a gold watch, and $2O in money. They were traced to this city by Mr. Porter and Rev. Mr. Bradshaw, who, with Marshal Gates, found them in the street this morning about 9 o’clock, wearing the stolen clothes. They showed fight, but were caught after Rev. MF. Bradshaw had shot one in the leg and Officer Gates the other in the shoulder. They give the names of John Smith and Ed.. Quinlan.

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The best soil for beans is a mellow clay or sandy loam. Prepare the land as for corn, fitted in the nicest manner. Plant ten days or two weeks after planting corn. Marrow beans require one and one-eighth bushels of seed per acre; mediums, three-fourths of a bushel; pea beans, one-half bushel; kidney or other large beans, more, in proportion to size. A fair crop is twenty bushels per acre. One of the new industries of Germany, reported by Dr. Stutzer to be “now in a flourishing condition,” is the manufacture of artificial clover seed. Fragments of gravel are sifted until particles of a suitable size are obtained, and the substitute for the seed is then shaken up with some coloring substance until it acquires the desired hue. An ordinary pocket microscope is quite sufficient, however, to expose the cheat. I had a mare some years ago that had a large wart on her side where the harness rubbed and kept it sore. In summer the flies made it worse. To prevent this I put on a good daub of tar, and in a few weeks the waft was killed and disappeared. I have frequently tried it since on cattle and horses, and seldom had on occasion to use a second application. The remedy is simple and effectual.

As the State farm at Monson, Mass., the cows are milked precisely at 5 a. m. and 5 p. m., and each cow’s milk is weighted and the weight recorded. The records show that fifty-five cows gave, in one week in June, 2 3/4 tons of milk, and in one week in December, tons of milk. The whole amount of milk produced during last year was a little over 120 tons. Seven cows have given an average of about twenty quarts of milk each day.

Potato water, or water in which potatoes have been boiled, is now recommended in various quarters as not only an effective but an immediate remedy for lice on cows and other cattle; also for ticks. The affected parts are to be bathed with the potato water; one apgenerally sufficient. This remedy (if remedy it proves) has the merit of being exceedingly simple, easily employed, and without danger of injury to the cattle. The use of cow’s-milk in nervous disorders is very highly recommended by our best physicians. They prescribe it to be used at all hours, and recommend the patient to drink as much as four quarts per day if agreeable. The constant and exclusive use of this article after a time becomes very tiresome, and the milk acquires an unpleasant taste. It may in a degree be avoided by heating the milk and adding enough salt to flavor it, in this form doing as much good as in any other.

A correspondent in the Rural World shows some points of difference between British and American methods of feeding stock, as follows: In Great Britain turnips are cut, reduced to a pulp and mixed with cut hay or straw, and allowed to ferment. Hay and straw are always cut up and mixed with meal. Stock raisers in England buy oil cake, which Americans consider too expensive. They wet and use it with cut hay and straw and meal and pulped turnips. The manure from such feeding is regarded as of great value. Experience with the Colorado beetle should prompt the early planting of potatoes; also abundant manuring and good preparation of the soil. The latter often doubles the crop. An extra 100 bushels of potatoes per acre are well worth working for. It does not pay to plant large seed. Small well-ripened seed will be the most profitable when its cost is considered. After much ob servation there appears no difference in the crop from small and large seed. Of course there is a limit, and potatoes as small as hickory nuts are not referred to. Regarding borerers In peach trees. says the Country Gentleman, it is useful to heap a peck of dry slacked lime about the peach trees after the grubs had been picked, and before the earth is drawn back to the tree. The lime kills any grubs that may he left. If a live grub is thrown into the dry lime, it will soon die; this may be tried to satisfy an inquiring mind. Having used lime in this way in 1877, the writer found no borers at all in his trees in 1878, and therefore has confidence in this means of repressing the of this pest. Much clover seed is wasted by sowing too early and also by scattering it upon the surface without covering. All seeds should be covered, although under very favorable: circumstances they would sprout and grow, even if not covered. If you harrow your wheat, that should be done as soon as the - ground is dry, then sow the clover immediately after the harrow, the gradual leveling down of the little furrows made by the harrow teeth-will cover the seed. When clover seed is sown on the surface too early a warm rain will sprout it, then a frosty night will destroy the young rootlets which have not yet penetrated Into the ground, and the seed is wasted. A correspondent of the Indiana Farmer, from Labette, Kansas, uses the following contrivance to prevent cows from sucking themselves: “Cowsmay be cured of sucking themselves by the the use of two sticks long enough to reach from the butte of the horns to the back of the shoulders. Cut notches in both ends of the sticks, and secure one end of each to the base of your cow’s horn’s. Then pass a rope around her body just back of her fore legs. Fasten the other ends of the sticks to this rope by means of knots about midway of each side. I will pay for all the milk the cow gets when the above directions are followed.”

Ready for Business.

Burlington Hawkeye. Dr. Ware says “there is nothing like the health-lift for the complete waking up of every torpid molecule of brain, liver and blood.” Dr. Ware may be authority on these matters, but if he wants to risk his reputation and money on this championship for the waking up of the molecules, we have a steel blue wasp, foaled in 1878, about threefourths of an inch long, that we will match against the biggest health-lift in America. Dr. Ware can name his own time and place, he to furnish the health-lift and we to turnish the wasp, and we to try the health lift while the doctor tests the wasp. Or, while the wasp tests the doctor, as the case may (and in all human probability will, be)

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