Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 16, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 October 1879 — Page 1

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the corn-fields. 1 KKV. PROF. W. r. BhABCHAKD. VastJ'orn-flelds bright, How grand the sight, or rain. anddev,*nd sunshine borne! lu -.lately inien. The land* they beautify adorn. The tanner’* tml let no deem in ▼Bin. iKtdinii sweat transmute* to golden Wbo*c sinewy arm the strong dewiioin Nature pays in golden recompense. Through all Ihe boundaries of the peopled great flat gave Creation The cun«< a bleMdngever hath been found To him wUb piowaand ground. The explorer pinna hi* footstep* on the Thescholar strive** for Immortality; The pariot r HtHle*«m*n seeks by deeds sublime To Himup remembrance on the scroll of Tinie The miner delve* in caverns deep dark. No labor Shuns to catch the diamond s spark; i ] But what on earth e’er yet was so supreme As he who tills It wllh bis faithful team; Who aunual turns the ever verdant sod, • And ever gratetai doe* the wilt of bk**— Bids tiiwellng corn-flelds like battalions With waving plume*. In mate hie** beauty Theirrustii’ng leave* like maiden’s silken As thecoy zephyr*play and gently P re *Jr „ in billowy grandeur, with their beardlug ear, Proclaim the bounty of the deepening year, Pouring from out golden horn The endless treasure* of the golden comment to the lauds with want and woe oppressed. , With miseries dark, famine and wars distressed. Painting on hunger’s pallid cheek anew The r.i*e and Jily’s bright caruatlon-hue, Feeding tlie world—proud minister to Thought, ’ . , From whose bright quarries priceless arts are wraugllt. Welding in living tires a golden-chain, 'trial tells, though man may die he lives Hsain! —Chicago Tribune.

A LIFE’S LESSON.

- Robert Hope and Bamuel Hollins had lived neighbors for more than twelve years, and it is probable they \\'ouid always have been on good terms bud not .Samuel, who had served under Admiral Nelson, gained at Trafalgar a small pension, which he had paid for by the loss of one of his legs. This leg lA*s, at id this |>eusion more, were for Roliert a Continual source of jealousy; he accused fate of hating left him his two feet, and complained bitterly that lie ha 1 not been able, as lie said, to sell his legs at the same price with Hullins. Every time he went to pay his rent he repealed, gruinblingly, that his neigUbor was very fortunate, that he was in a condition to meet his bills, since the king gave him a good pension; while he, poor fellow, had hard work to make both ends of the year meet, without- taking into account his creditors. Roliert at first contented himself with making these reflections inwardly, bqt by degrees his dissatisfaction was expressed aloud, and became his habitual aud favorite theme of conversation. .

One week that his rent had fallen behindhand, and he was sadly advancing toward the house of Mr. Taylor, in order to make bis excuses for the delay, be met neighbor Hullins, who was as regular as clockwork in paying his rent, and had just been for that purpose.’ , The very sight of Samuel produced on Robert the effect of a fit of sickness; so, when he bowed iu reply to the salute of Hullins, his glance singularly resembled thut of a bull shaking his horns at a dog. Arrived at the house of the proprietor, Hope did not fail io be reprimanded. The example .qf his neighbor was eited, who always paid punctually, and to the last penny. “Yes, *yes,y murmured Robert, •“some people are boru with silver spoons in thqiß mouths. Hullins is very fortunate, and I am not surprised that Be pays punctually with such a pension.” “Hullins has a pension, it is true, replied Mr. Taylor; “but his infirmity is a heavy cross, and if you were afflicted with it. I should pity you much more.”

“Not so,” said Hope. “If I had been so fortunate as to lose a leg like him, tweuty years ago, it would have been a productive day for me. I would sell all of my limbs at the same price. * Do you call his oak leg a heavy cross? I think hb jicusion should, render it light. The heaviest cross that I know of b to be obliged to labor incessantly.” Mr. Taylor was a man of joyous humor, but a close ohserver. He had for a long time noticed the envious disposition of Robert, and. resolved to conyince him that the lightest cross may become ‘ heavy to the discontented Bihi'i. > ;“I se^, u said he to Hope, “that you are disposed to do nothing. Well, I will exempt you from this obligation 3f labor, of which you complain so itterly. If you think the cross of ypur neighbor, Samuel, so easy to bear, will you accept a lighter one, if I will engage to give vou the rent?” “That depends upon what kind of a cross it b,” said Robert, anxiously, for he ffeared that the proposition would not Be acceptable.

“Tjhis,” said Mr. Taylor, taking a piece of chalk and tracing a white cross on Robert’s jacket. “During the time that you wear thb, I shall not demand a penny of your rent.” Hope thought, at first, that bb landlord was jesting; but being assured that lie 9poke seriously, he exclaimed: “By St. George! you may say that you have seen my lasts money, for I am willing to wear thb cross all my lifetime.” -

Robert immediately went out, congratulating himself on his good fortune, and laughing all along the road at the folly of Mr. Taylor, who had let him off so cheaply 'from paying his rent. He had never been so joyous as at the < moment of returning home, as he found nothing to complain, of, and his dog came to sit at his feet, without hia punishing him for his familiarity. As he seated himself on his arrival, his wife did not at first notice the white ernes which he had on his shoulder; but, having jessed behind her husband to wind up the clock, she suddenly exclaimed in a shrill . Ybice: » *■“

“Why, Robert, wljere have you been? f You have on your back a cross a foot i long, You have been to the tavern, handsome drunkard among your friends thas played you a trick to make you ridiculous. Get up and let me brush |>ff this cross.” , . I “Away,” exclaimed Hope, hastily, my clothes do no not need your Ashing. Go knit you stockings, and ni alone.”

THE RENSSELAER STANDARD.

VOL I.

“That "ball not be!” exclaimed Mm. Hope,. In a voice more shrill. “I will not have my husband become the laugbiug-stock of the whole village, and if I tear your jacket to pieces you shall not wear that ridiculous cross.” And as she spoke thus, the wife attempted to brush Robert’s shoulder; and the latter, who knew that resistance would be * useless, walked off, shutting the door after him violently. “What a fury!” muttered he, as he went away. n *lf shl had been more gentle, I would have told her of my good fortune; but she does not deserve to know it.” . , , , “Oh! oh! Robert!” exclaimed old Fox, at the moment when Hope turned the corner of the house, “what’s that white cross on your back?” “Take care of your own clothes,” insolently replied Hope, going on his way. “Mr. Hope,” said little Patty Stevens, the grocer’s daughter, “stop one inomenttbat I may frub out that great white cross you have on your shoulder.”

“Go and sell you herrings, lazy girl,” replied Robert, and do not concern yourself about passers-by.” The little girl, sileueed, hastened to re-enter her mother’s shop. At this moment Hope arrived at the house of the butcher, who was conversing upon the thershold with his neighbor, the blacksmith. “You are jlist the man I wanted, said the latter, stopping Robert; and he then begau to speak to him upon business; out hardly had he -commenced when old l’eggy Turton arrived in her plaid gown and blue apron. “Mercy! Mr. Hope,” exclaimed she, taking up her apron; “what is that upon your back?” Robert? turned to tell her to let him alone, but the blacksmith then perceived the mark made by Mr. Taylor. “Heavens!” said he, laughing, “he might serve for a sigu to the White i Cross.”

“I suppose,” said the butcher, “that His wife has marked him thus for fear of losing him.” V Hope felt that there was for him but one method of escaping at the same time from the apron of Peggy and the jokes of the butcher and the blacksmith, so he hastened to leave the spot not without some abusive language to his neighbors; but the cross had beguu to weight more heavily upon his shoulders than hd had at first supposed. The unfortunate Robert seemed destined this day to provoking encounters, for he had gone but a few steps when he found himself opposite the school house. School was just out, and the schoolars were at thb moment isnuiug from the door, ready for any fun that might present itself. Hope was terrible uneasy, and imagined he air ready heard cries behind him. His fears were soon realized; he has scarcely passed the school-house door when a loud shout was heard, aud fiftv scholars at least began to pursue him and point at him, throwing up their caps in the air.

“Look, look!” exclaimedone: “there is a sheep market! for the butcher.” “Don't vou see,” replied another, “it is a crusader just setting out for Palestine?” And the shouting and laughter recommenced more loudly. Hope became pale with anger. He turned like a cross dog pursued by children, and perhaps would have cruelly revenged himself on his young persecutors, had not Mr. Johnson, the schoolmaster, suddenly appeared at the door of his house. Robert advanced toward him, complaining of his pupils as being insolent. Mr. Johnson replied that he would not for the world encourage impertinence in them, but that the white cross which he had on his back might make wiser people thau boys laugh. “What is this cross to you?” replied Robert, crossly. “Is uot my back my own property?” The schoolmaster smilingly assented; and Hope went on his way. But the cross was growlug heavier and heavier. He 1 began to think that it would riot be so easy to pay his rent in this manner. Ho much railery had already been heaped upon him, what would it be if the cause .were known. His landlord might as well have written on his back a receipt in full. As he reflected thus, Robert arrived at the tavern. He was passing by when he perceived Mr. Taylor himself at a few paces distant, and on the other side his neighbor Hullins, dragging his wooden leg, and conversing with Harry Stokes, the carpenter. Harry Stokes was the wit of the village, and Hope would not have encountered him before Hullins for the world. He therefore took refuge in the tavern. But the place was not long tenable. The drinkers did not fail to perceive the cross, and to rally Hope, who grew angry; the quarrel violent, and the inn-keeper, fearing some serious result, turned Robert out of doors. The latter had left home with the intention of examiningsomework which was offered to him in a neighboring village, but his mind had been so distorted by old Fox, Patty Stevens, the blacksmith, the butcher, Peggy Thurton, and the boysj that he resolved to return home, thinking that would be the best place. Have you ever seen in the month of September a young partridge, the last of the brood, fluttering along through the fields, with a wounded wing? Such was Robert on his way to the other end of the village: Now he. walked faster least he should meet some one; now in the road, now in the fields, gliding behind the bushes, climbing the walls, and shunning glances like a gypsy who has stolen a chicken from a poultry yard. At this moment the white cross was an insupportable weight. At last he reached his dwelling, and this time hoped to find a little rest. But as soon as his wife perceived him she began to cry out: “Are you not ashamed to come back as you went? Five or six of our neighbors have asked me if you have lost your senses. Quick! let me rub out that cross!”

“Away, woman!” exclaimed Robert, exasperated. .“You shall not remain so, Hope; I will not have any one belonging to me so ridiculous. Take off that Jacket! take it oil this minute, I tell you!” As she spoke thus, Mrs. Hope attempted to seize her husband’s arm; but the latter rudely repulsed her. Mrs. Hope, who was not remarkable for patience, replied by a blow, and the result was a scuffle between the two, to the great scandal of the neighborhood, who ran to separate them.

RENSSELAER, INDIANA SATURDAY., OCTOBER, 4 1879.

Everybody blamed Robert, who,' when he became calm, understanding that there was no nope of rest or peace for him otherwise, effaced the cross of his own accord. The Monday following he carried his rent to the house of his londlord. “Ah! ah! Robert,” said Mr.'Taylor on perceiving him. “I thought you would soon repent of your bargain. This is a good lesson foi envious and impatient dispositions, who are incessantly complaining. Do not complain of being less fortunate titan others, for you know not the suffering of your neighbor. All crosses are heavy; the way to render them light is to bear them with patience, courage and good will.”

The King of Spain’s New Love.

London Truth, August 26. The Viennese Christina was cey, and tossed her head impudently when the Spanish match was proposed to her. This piqued Alfonso, who soon became an ardent suitor, left off sighing over the likeness of his departed Queen, and dwelt with complacency on pleasing souvenirs of the Archduchess, who had been a gay and espiegle playmate of his when he was a student at the Theresa College in Vienna. Christina, who is a year his junior, was at that time a high-spirited and very frolicsome damsel. She once ran a race with him in some imperial park. The monarch in bud was on a bicycle and the young Archduchess on a fleet pony, who. though the vilocipede had the wind with it, came in first at the goal. The young idea shoots early in sons and daughters of royal and imperial houses. Christina, in playing the Number Nip-with.the exiled son of Isabella, and romping with him ,and tormenting him in various ways, fell in love with him. It is courtier-like now to speak of her childish attachment to the King, who did not until within the last six months require it. W-hen Alfonso was restored to the throne of his mother the Archduchess wa9 glad to learn that his most influential and paternal advisers, the*Duc deSesto among the number, opined she would make an ideal Queen Consort. She discovered that the Spanish costume suited her exactly and had several sets of photos done in which sne was represented wearing it. On Mercedes being preferred to her, Christina was dreadfully nettled. Tq show that she resented with proper spirit the indignity, she declared, when Alfonso proposed for her, that she would not consent to marry him until she had further opportunities of meeting him and seeing him, and insisted that he should surne the attitude of a humble suppliant for the fair hand which he migh haYe taken but did not. “If he wants to win me,” said the Archduchess, “let liiiji come and woe me. It is his place to court me and not mine to go and pick up the handkerchief which he condescends to throw down.” Alfonso, who is brimful Jof chivalrous devotion to the fair sex, did not think the worse of the Archduchess for the airs she took witli his matrimonial agents at Vienna.' He handsomly accepted the conditions imposed, and sent word that were he only to win the Archduchess by penetrating into the wilds of Central Asia he would gladly undertake a journey there. I believe it was his intention to the way to Vienna to make by word of mouth an offer, and that he would nave kthis autumn proceeded there if the life of the Infanta Pilar had not been suddenly cut short. The La Granja accident happened so unfortunately for the King that were scandal-mongers to affirm that design had a predominent part in it I could not blame them. It mollified the vexed Archduchess,'and afforded her a plausible excuse for relenting. 81ie has ueen brought by it to travel more than halt the way to Madrid to meet her royal suitor, whose depresseu apjiearanee, with his arm in a sling, excited her interest and led her to treat unpleasant bygones as such.

And now about the personal appearance of Christina of Austria, who would show a politic spirit in dropping that name of, in Spain, evil augury, and taking some other. The Archduchess is tad and slender and harmoniously formed. Her air is aristocratic. Hhe rides and dances admirably, and is passionately fond of horses and brisk exercise. Without being intellectual she is'clever. It is her settled in tendon to be mistress at the Palasio Real. Her wilfulness is tempered with good nature and a disposition to become easily hair she is a Hapsburg. The rest of the physiognomy is Hungarian, and reminds those like Mme. Von Langsdorff, who knew the crime of the Viennese society of the Handor family. If Christina’s laugh were not pleasant and communicative, her hair a golden fleece and her complexion transparent and beautifully tinted, she would be plain, for her cheek-bones are prominent, he nose retrousse and wide at nostril, and her mouth too much ex-' pended. The future Queen of Spain has the Magyar taste for external splendor. Her court, If she can have her way, will be lively and magnificent, which would suit the present generation of grandees. She is a very devout Catholic and may be expected to remain one. Her voice is good, and she can warble with exquisite feeling a sentimental lied or provoke laughter by her droll rendering of a comic song. It will be very nice for Don Alfonso to have a queenly wife with a gypsy and a garoonnet side to her nature. The future Queen will be introduced to the MadreUinos on a high holiday. Alfonso was advised to tie the nuptial knot at Barcelona, which did not witness his demonstration of eternal grief for poor little Mercedes. Christina wishes the ceremony to take place with the utmost pomp at Madrid, and she is

to be gratified. According to present arrangements she is to be married on November 1, or All fckmls’ Day. The wedding dinner will be eaten on the vigil of All; Souls’ Day, consecrated in Roman Catholic states to those who haved ied within and without the pale of the salvation. While the harmonies of bridal music will be lingering In in the air the bells of the churches will begin toj clang out their night-long dirge. There is always money enough at Madrid for amusement and fine displays of chivalrous gallantly. Alfonso has magnificently ordered the rooms which were prepared for Mercedes in his different palaces to be newly furnished for his consort, that is to be. She will have the satisfaction of knowing there is not in her apartments a single object to remind the King of her

interesting predecessor. I dare say the creditors of Spain will learn to laugh on the wrong side of their mouths at this royal decision which it appears has enhanced the popularity of the King. His subjects say of it: “What a true Spaniard it proves him to be. Ours is still a country worthy of the Old.”— [Harper’s Magazine.

TO THE LOWEST DEPTHS.

From a Brown Stone Residence to a Orave in the Potter’s Field. New York Bun. On the 25th of March Coroner Croker, with a Jury of six men, held an inquest in the case of one Adele Smalling, who had died on the 18th of that month in a “coffee and cake” saloon at 161 Leonard street. The only testimony taken was that of Robert H. Spriggs, the keeperof the eating house, and Dr. MeWhinie, who had made an autopsy on the woman’s body. Spriggs testified that on the night of the 14th of March the woman had come to his caravansary, which is in the basement at 161 Leonard street, to lodge. She soon became ill, and complained of pain in her chest and limbs. The next day she was worse, and, despite what care he was able to give her, she died on the following Tuesday. Dr. MacWhinie’sautopsy showedaeath to have resulted from pneumonia and alcoholism. The woman, who was supposed to be about 37 years old at the time of her death, although drink and degradation made her appear much older and had ruined her features which had once been regular, had been u buried in tpe Potter’s field. The jury returned a verdict that pneumonia and alcoholism were the cause ot death, and an end was put to what was supposed a commonplace case of sin and suffering. Yesterday brought to the lighLthe fact, however, that Adele who had died of drink in a Leonard street cellar, was no ordinary unfortunate. According to the story told by a surviving sister, who visited the coroners’ office yesterday to inquire con • cerning her death, a bequest of several thousands of dollars had been left to the pauper who was buried in the Potter’s field. An uncle had died leaving over SIO,OOO to be divided among a brother and two sisters, of whom the dead pauper was one. Adele Sm&lling had long since been lost to the sight of her family: but as the money could not be divided until she was found or satisfactory proof of her death obtained, search was everywhere made for her. Record was discovered that a woman bearing the name of Adele Smalling had been sent to Blackwell’s Island, early in March, on a ten-days’ sentence for drunkenness. This Adele Small in g was traced to the Leonard street basement where it was said that a negro, vho kept a rival coffee and cake saloon in the neighborhood basement, had beaten her so that she died. This man, when questioned, said that he had not beaten her, but that the policeman of the Mulberry street station, who had arrested her, previous to her visit to Blackwell’s Island, had : “smacked” her with his club. The woman had a sharp tongue, he said, and all the policemen thereabouts were in the habit of “smacking” her.

Inquiry at the coroner’s office furnished the sister with proof of Adele Smalling’s death, required to procure the division of the property left by the uncles between herself and her brother, who resided in New Jersey. With much natural emotion she told of her search for the dead woman, the story of whose wasted life she gave as follows:

Primarily educated at the public schools. Mary Adele Smalling had early developed a taste for music, which was accordingly cultivated to a higher degree than provided for by the city. Attractive in person and possessing more than ordinary accomplishments, at an early age Miss Smalling was married to E. J. Wiuuey, then, and for 14 years previous, head salesman in the school book firm of Ivison, Phiuuev, Clokeman, Taylor & Co. The newly married pair lived in a boarding house until the brown stone house no was building in East Seventy-ninth street could be completed. It was here that Mrs. Wiuuey contracted a love for liquor. 'j After a time the Winneys moved into their new house, and filling it with 008 tiy furniture, proceeded to entertain in a style hardly compatible with even the handsome s&lapr Mr. Winney received. It was not hb will that thb should be so. but the few months’ stay in the boarding bouse had worked a change in the young wife, and not satisfied with indulging her now ungovernable craving for drink, she persisted in thb career of extravagance. In the eight years that followed their taking possession of the house in Seventyninth street, she expended $60,000 over and above ordinary expenses. Long before thb was done, a false friend of her husband’s had taken advantage of her being under the influence of liquor to dishouor her. Having thus taken the first step, she no longer endeavored to restrain herself, and plunged into indiscriminate excesses. Bankrupt in fortune and good name through his wife’s falling away, Mr. Winney obtained a divorce, and died soon afterward almost a beggar. Hb former wife now married a petty officer in the United States marine service Her new husband’s frequent absence when at sea with hb ship left her without restraint, and soon she made no pretense of being, faithful to him. She finally became a women of the town, and died from exposure and drink, as has been narrated, in the Leonard street oellar.

Why Bonner Bought Rarus.

Since the purchase much curiosity has been expressed as to the use which Mr. Bonner Intends to make of Rarus, but I had it last evening from a gentleman whose opportunities for knowing the facts in the case are not to be doubted, that Mr. Bonner’s object in paying 136,000 for the hero of 2:13J was to secure a mate for Edwin Forrest, and that the team will be used to beat the 2:23 of Vanderbilt’s teams, made two years ago this foil at Fleetwood Park. Contrary to general expectation, Rarus and Forrest hook up well together, and Mr. Bonner believes that with a little handling they can beat 2:20 to the pole. At all events he is going to make the trial. —[New York Correspondence Chicago Tribune. Getrid of the runts. It does not pay tofkeep an inferior animal.

FEEDING A HOST.

i In the Kitchen of a Saratoga Hotel. New York Tribune. The preparing and the serving of dinner at one of the great hotels at Saratoga at the height of the season is a grand achievement. Whether one has in mind Congress Hall with its 800 or 900 dinners, or the Grand Union with its 1,000, or the United States with a hundred or two more, the work which any one of them performs probably is not equalled outside of Saratoga. The serving of breakfast in these hotels is easy enough, for it is a comparatively simple meal, the preparation of which is extended along from daylight almost to noonday. Supper, too, is easily managed, for it is ordinarily only a matter of a little tea and. toast and a few slices of cold meat. But dinner is an elaborate meal, for which the thousand or more guests wait expectantly, and which is disposed of to a very large extent within an hour and a half of the time when, the grand personage, known as the head waiter, orders the dininghall doors opened. It must also be taken into account that the diners at a Saratoga hotel are not hungry men and women such as one would see hanging about the pit at a barbecue waiting impatiently for the roasting of the ox. The Saratogians do not look forward to dinner because they have aching voids in their stomachs, but because they expect that it will afford some pleasure to their effete palates. In other words, they are in a measure epicures, and the dinner that will satisfy them must be an epicurean banquet. It is not strange that people are curious to know what are the facilities and the methods of the great hotel kitchens that they turn out every day in the week, exactly on time, these enormous dinners. Your correspondent was one of a small party of gentlemen which a few days ago was Permitted to rummage about In the itchen and pantries an 4 store-rooms of what is supposed to be the largest hotel at Saratoga. The proprietor claims that it is the largest hotel in the world. We witnessed the preparation of the dinner from the beginning to the end. Mr. Antoine Ennesee, the head cook of tfce establishment, was our cicerone. We found that gentleman clad after the latest fashion plates of his guild, and looking every inch of him a French cook. If he had been encased in a clergyman’s habit he would not have passed for a clergyman, but rather for a French cook in disguise. f “So you have come to help me get dinner, have you, gentlemen?” said he. “Well, I need all the help I edn get, for I have to feed 1,100 to-day, and my bill of fare is a generous one.” One of the* gentlemen inquired who made up the bill ot fare. “I make it up,” replied the cook. “The steward buys whatever Be likes, and I make my dinner out of what there is in the house. For example, step this way, gentlemen;” and the cook led to one or a number of large blue chests which were ranged about the sides of a large room. In the middle of the room was a butchers’ block and table. Opening the chest, the cook showed us a hundred or so beautiful fish stretched upon the ice side by side. There were salmon, weak-fish, striped bass and Saratoga Lake bass. Each fish was thoroughly cleaned and ready for cooking. “I have two kinds of fish on the bill today,” said the cook, “and I may as well lay them aside.” Thereupon he selected ten of the largest salmon, the average weight of which was about thirty pounds, and fifteen bluefish, which together would weigh about 100 weight. “One of my assistants will come for them when he wants them,” said the cook. “It might interest you,” he added, “to know that I 4pve eighteen assistants, besides the two bakers, the five pastry and ice-cream cooks, and the sixteen women who prepare and cook the vegetables. This is the meat room, gentlemen. In this next chest are steaks and chops, already cut for the grid-iron. We have two butchers who cut and dress the meat. There must be 1,000 or 1,500 steaks, small and large, in this chest. In this next chest are the lamb and mutton. We use about 125 racks a day. Let’s see what there is to come out of here for dinner. ‘Leg of mutton, caper sauce.’ That will take six of these fellows. Then I want ten hind quarters for the ‘spring lamb, mint sauce, ’ and six saddles of mutton to roast. There will be some of this lamb or mutton left over, and we will use it to-morrow under the bead of cold meats. In this chest is the beef. We use a great deal of beef. To-day we shall roast fifteen ribs of beef that average forty-five pounds, and fifteen tenderldins. There will be one rib left for supper. Here, now, are the little spring chickens, and we use between 500 and 600 a day. Don’t they look pretty with their arms tucked away behind their backs? For dinner alone we shall want about 340 of the little chaps. We shall boil forty, roast twenty-five, and use seventy-five more in the ‘Spring saute, a la Marengo.’ The other chests are for cold meats and the salads. We boil about eight hams and twelve tongues every day, and they answer for cold meat the next day. The salad dressing we make as often as necessary. To- day I have a good supply. While we are here, I’ll show you where we put the soup-bones. You know we make the stock for our soups by boiling the bones from the joints after we have carved all the good slices of meat off them. We boll the bones in great kettles by steam. The stock for today’s soup was boiled yesterday. It takes about 125 gallons of soup for a dinner. To-day we have green-turtle soup.”

One of the gentleman interrupted the cook in his story to ask him if he really used turtles in the making of green-turtle soup. The cook looked at the base insinuation in silence for a moment and then said: “Yes, sir, we use turtles. To -day we use two turtles, eighty pounds weight each. We were just about to leave the meat room when glancing at the bill of fore the oook said: “Excuse me, gentleman, I overlooked the ‘Haricot of lamb, a la printanier.’ I use sixty pounds of lamb for that” He selected the lamb and then proceeded to the pastry room, where the cooks were already at work getting ready for dinner. The first item on the bill of fore under “pastry” was “cabinet pudding.” One of the cooks was mixing up the dough for it. He said the result would be 260 small puddings. Three kinds of pie were making, rhubarb, pumpkin and blackben y. One of the party expressed sur-

’ prise that only nine dozen pies would, be needed for the dinner. “Oh.” said Mr. Ennessee, “our guests don’t come much from Massachusetts. They are mostly from New York. They don’t care much for pies. Here is what they like,” and he pdtnted to where people were working on what he said would turn out to be 800 Charlotte Russes. “We make a good deal of cake, too, to eat with the ice-cream and water-ices, and all of it is made in this room. Of course we always have some on hnui. and only have to make a single kiqa or two kinds in a day. We bake the pastry in these tile ovens. These two men are the bakers. They do nothing except make bread. They use four barrels and a half of flour a day. This afternoon they will be at work on teabiscuits. They make between 3,000 aud 4,000 of them a day. There is not much bread eaten at dinner. We use lots of butter and eggs and milk in this room, but I can’t tell exactly how much we use for dinner. In the whole house in a single day we use for cooking and on the table aoout 500 pounds of butter, 400 dozen of eggs, and 700 quarts of milk. The ice-cream takeg consideraole milk and eggs. We make 220 quarts of ice-cream and water-ice together. They freeze it in this room.” We looked in, but there was nothiDg to see other than a very warm-looking man clad in a long rubber apron, who was engaged in turning tne big wheel of the freezing apparatus.

As we came from this room, Mr. Ennesee called attention to the dough that was mixing for the “Queen’s fritters.” “We make bushels of them for dinner,’* he said. Entering the room in which the vegetables are kept, we saw barrels of potatoes, cabbages, onions, turnips, egg plants, and other vegetables. “How many potatoes do you use for dinner?” one of us inquired. “Between three and four barrels, sir; we use eight or ten barrels a day. To-day we have egg plant fried, and we shall use one barrel of the plants.” “What Is the favorite vegetable, the one most called for?” Mr. Ennesee pointed to a stack of green corn. “We shall use 2,500 ears for dinner to-day,” said he. “They like tomatoes pretty well, too. We use ten bushels a day. You don’t see anybody peeling potatoes here, do you?” inquired our guide. “Well, the reason is that we peeHhem by steam. We put a bushel of potatoes into that zinc cylinder and turn on the power. In fifteen minutes they are peeled. You see the potatoes strike on tne sharp triangles that are punched in the cylinder, and that peels them.” A little after noon we paid a visit to the great kitchen. Upon the left side of the entrance, the ribs of beef, the chickens, the lamb and the mutton were roastfng over a hot coal fire; roasting on spits that were turned by a small steam engine close at hand. In pots close by the salmon were boiling. Across the room great kettles filled with vegetables were sputtering on the fire, while at the end of the room a number of cooks were engaged with the spring chicken saute, the sweetbread and the like. The chief cook was bustling about from pot to kettle and from spit to gridiron, giving an order aere, nodding his head there, and I regret to say it, occasionally firing off a volley of French oaths. Once in a while he would go below to the pastry room to see to matters there. “The beauty of this department of the hotel,” he stopped to say to us, “is that the work is divided. I have a general oversight, to be sure, and have to do a good deal of headwork, but I have competent help and enough of it, and I know when the dinner hour comes around everything will be ready.” It was ready that- day certainly; and when the chief water threw open the doors and bade the diners come in, the soup, the flsb, the meats and the vegetables were systematically arranged for expeditious serving. We had been advised to take a position during the dinner hour where we could see without getting in the way and without being m danger of taking soup showerbaths. In ten miuutes after the opening of the dining hall the process of serving d'nner was at its height The sight we looked upon was at first as bewildering as the view through a rapidly revolving kaleidoscope. The waiters flew in and out so fast that it seemed as if there was a continuous black streak from the door of exit from the dining hall to the door of entrance. All the while there was an incessant clatter of dishes, and a din of voices as the waiters chattered at each other, and as they gave their orders. There was an immense rush for the soup tureens at first. One after another the waiters disappeared, bearing above their heads trays covered with plates of steaming soup. After the soup the serving of dinner went on according to the time-honored programme. The soup plates soon came back empty, and were almost thrown into the dish washers’ room to be immediately cleaned again. Fifteen women officiated in this room, and their hands and arms looked as though a little more parboiling would make them tolerably tender.

Cutting Glass with Scissors.

Many persons may not be aware thSt glass can be cut under water with great ease, to almost any shape by simply using a pair of shears or strong scissors. In order to insure success two points must be attended to—first and most important, the glass must be kept quite level in the water while the scissors are applied; and. secondly, to avoid any risk, it is better to begin the cutting by taking off small pieces at the corners and along the edges, and so reduce the shape gradually to that required, as, if any attempt is made to cut the glass all at once to the shape, as we should cut a piece of cardboard, it will almost likely break where it is not wanted. Some kinds of glass cut much better than others, the softer glasses being the best for this purpose. The scissors need not be at all sharp as

their action does not appear to depend on the state of the edge presented to the glass. When the operation goes on well the glass breaks away frsm the scissors in small pieces in a straight line with the blades. This method of catting glass has often been of service when a diamond has not been at hand, for cutting ovals and segments, and though the edges are not so smooth as might be desired for some purposes, yet it will answer in a great many cases. The two hints given above, if strictly followed, will always Insure success.

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The rise in cotton is said to have nettedJSkmthern traders $10,000,000. Hogs may be kept from measles, trichinosis, etc., by mixing a handful of good wood ashes with their food twice a week. The following rule in plowing is recommended: Never turn up over one or two inches of unfertile subsoil in one season, and, when so turned up, the land should receive a dressing of manure. Crops must eat, as well as the owner, and therefore the soil should be well manured. Crops which leave land better than they found it make both farm and the. farmer rich. The best fertilizer of any soil is a spirit of industry, enterprise aud intelligence. / j■; Beware of drinking to much col*! Wkter while you are working in the sun, and do not plunge suddeuly into a cold bath. If you are near a brook, wet your head, put leaves into your hat, and frequently put the hands into water, letting them remain there for a considerable time. The effect will be soothing upon the whole system, and it will reduce thirst. * .The farmer who has a supply of roots on hand with which to feed nis stock is now reaping the reward of good management. Roots fed at this season not only serve to increase the flow of milk and give color and flavor to the butter from fresh milch cows, but. cleanse the blood, tone up the system and place all classes of cattle in a generally healthy condition. * Let any farmer try the experiment of cultivating and curing a lot of second crop clover while the stock is yet green, or about the time it is fairly in in oom. Let it be well cured (without rain, if possible) and stowed away under some good shelter for the use of his hogs in winter, and if his heart rejoices in the happiness of God’s creatures, it will do him good to see how his hogs enjoy a feed of clover once a day—how they will pick out the heads, leaves and small stems, and leave nothing but the coarsest portion of the stalks. He wil l then find little difficulty in. agreeing with us tl at stock hogs require a little roughness in winter as well as other stock, and therefore should not be confined exclusively to solid grain.

A great many farmers make a mistake in buying their curry combs. They buj them in the spring, at about the time when they get a new hired man. The proprietor tells hb man to cleanse hb horses well. So the new groom, with the new comb, scratches the horses up and down, backward and forward, for five or ten minutes. I would like to see a horse that would not get angry with sueh treatment. I always buy my curry-combs in the fall—-November or December is a very good time. At that; time the horse has a very thick coat, and then there b not much danger that you will scratch a horse so badly that ne will bite or kick at you. J know a man who always has horses that kick or bite, and I am satisfied that it b hb own fault. He licks and kicks hb horses more in one week than I do mine in five years. I advise those who. want to buy horse brushes to buy the best they can get. Eleven years ago I bought a brush that cost $2.50, and it b as good yet as it was when I bought it. “The best is always the cheapest.”

Pittsburg Leader. Bishop Simpson preached a most eloquent and effective sermon yesterday morning at Valley camp, taking hb text from the first and second verses of the twelfth chapter of Hebrews. In the afternoon the Rev. Miles made a fine discourse from the text in the fourth chapter of Zacharia, part of the sixth verse. Probably fifteen hundred or two thousand people were in attendance throughout tne day. Quite an affecting scene occurred kt the close of the afternoon service,when the venerable Rev. Hudson, an old and palsied minister of eighty, told the story of a camp meeting held near Cadiz, 0., just fifty years ago, which the presiding elder had opposed, but had been decided on by tbe ministers on a close vote with one majority. After describing the grand revival with which it swept the place, the hoaryheaded disciple then turned to Bbhop Simpson with tones of the most affectionate regard, aud said that in that revival the bishop had been won to the Lord, and with almost fatherly regard he expressed hb tnankfulness to meet - hb beloved brother again after fifty years of a life so eminently useful and successful. The bbhop was vbibly affected. and though unlike the average , Methodbt very undemonstrative in his manner, he was compelled to feel for hb pocket handkerchief to wipe away the mobture from his eyes. When he arose at the close the old man’s remarks. and told how well he too remembered the scene of half a century ago, the tender memories of the past were so vividly and beautifully portrayed that all over the large audience assembled dry eves grew /wet and strong men as well as ladies were comEelled to bow their faces suffused with ot tears. Tbe artless simplicity and unaffectedness of the eminent divine went straight to hearts long since unused to weeping.

A letter from General Grant, Japan, August 7, to Admiral Ammen, says: I do not feel half so anxious to get home as I did eighteen months ago. There is no country which I have visited, this side of Europe, except Japan, where I would care to stay longer than* to see the points of greatest interest Japan is a most interesting country and the people are quite as much so The changes that have taken place her are more like a dream than a reality They have a public school system ex tending over the entire empire, and as fording facilities for a common schoo education to every child, male and fe male. They have military and nava academies which compare well with ours in the course taught, discipline and attainments of the students. They have colleges at several places in ths empire, on the same basis of instruction as our best institutions. They have schools of science which I do not believe carr be surpassed in any country. Already a neat majority of their professors, even those engaged in teaching European languages, are natives, most of them educated in the very institutions wheretheyare now teaching. Wells County* is to have a new 0,000 jail.

AGRICULTURAL

An Affecting Scene.

Those Curious Japan