Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 11, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 December 1874 — Page 8

Paul Boyton's Adventure at Sea.

Waen at «u announced la the city this ■toning that an American seaman had l» the gale of Tuesday night jumped overboard from a transatlantic liner and, after swimming for seven hours, had landed on the Skibbereen ooast, people, while qqite prepared to give Americans credit for doing big things, were yet unprepared for such a demand on their credulity as this. The thing, however, was done, and the hero of it was Capt. Paul Boyton, of the New Jersey Lifeguards, Atlantic Oity. This gentleman, a professional diver of wellknown daring, left New York about a fortnight age in the National Company’s steamer Queen, taking with him a patent swimming costume. It was Capt. Boy ton’s intention when from two ,to three hundred miles distant from New York to Jump overboard and swim back, but the commander of the steamer was a man of little faith, and vetoed the experiment. Capt. Boyton had therefore to remain an involuntary passenger until the vessel approached the Irish coast on Tuesday evening, when the commander, having been repeatedly importuned, gave his permission. Capt. Boyton drew on his india-rubber air-tight suit and inflated the aif-cham-bens; in his air-tight sack he placed food for three days, a compass, a bull’s-eye lantern, some books (just to beguile the time on the water), some signal rockets and a United States flag. In his inside pocket he placed a mail which the passengers had given him to post; he strapped his bowie-knife and ax to his side, and grasping his paddle wasjlowered into the water amid the cheers of the passengers, at 9:30 o’clock p. m. It was a wild, dark night, he was close to the Fastnet Rock, with Cape Clear three miles from him, and Baltimore, toward which he intended to make, was in a direct line seven miles away. He lay on his back, paddling vigorously, and now the lights of the vessel were lost in the night. In a quarter of an hour more his spirit almost quailed w hen, tossed Ugh on the crest of a wave, he could no longer see the coas t line or any lights. The wind blew, the rain poured down, and the tide set dead against him. He was drifting out to sea and, to add to the awful loneliness of his situation, and to increase the dreadful peril, a violent gale commenced. That night for "many hours no mail-boat crossed the Irish Channel, and great destruction was done on the coast. And through these awful hours of darkness this man was tossing about at the mercy of the waves, some fifteen miles from land. The wind was so violent that he had to give over paddling, and with one hand to shade his face (the only part of his body exposed) from the" cutting blast. Once his paddie was wrenched away by a heavy sea, but it fortunately came into his hand again. For several seconds a wave would completely'submerge him, then he would shoot on to the crest and take breath before he again was hurled down asloping mass of water which seemed 160 feet to the bottom. As a result of his tossing be became sea-sick, a thing, he say s, which never happened to him before. His Indomitable spirit, however, conquered everything, and about one o’clock the wind began to blow directly on shore. His paddle was plied vigorously, and at three o’clock on Wednesday morning he perceived he was near breakers, and the rock-bound coast west of Skibbereen loomed up before him. His danger now was not less than it was during the height of the gale, for as a wave would raise him almost on a level with the cliff-tops he could discern nothing but a threatening wall of rock. He made his way along parallel to the coast, and fortunately lighted upon almost the only safe landing place for miles around. He saw an opening in the cliffs and propelled himself cautiously toward it. While hesitatingly examining the entrance a sea struck him, carrying him on; another and another followed in quick succession, and in an almost senseless slate he was hurled high and dry upon the beach. It was then four o'clock in the morning, and he had been nearly seven hours on the water, traversing a distance of nearly thirtymiles. 't he apparatus had behaved admirably, and, having divested himself of it he stood quite dry in his navy uniform, which he wore beneath. That having been done he let off one of his rockets, without effect It showed him, a narrow path in the rocks. Up this he ciambered and got on the mountain road, which brought him to the coastguard station. He was hospitably received there, and discovered that the place he had landed at was Trefaska Bight, some miles east and south of Baltimore. During the morning he reached Skibbereen, ana posted the letters intrusted to his care, and arrived in Cork on Wednesday night, where he ilf now the hero of the hour. On Monday he intends to swim out of Queenstown harbor some distance; that will be followed the week after by a little swim across the Straits of Dover and Calais, towed by a kite ;and to cap all, on his return to the States he intends to carry out his original idea of jumping overboard 250 miles from land and swimming to New York or Long Island. After his achievements in the gale on Tuesday mghtihese last-named experiments, startling as they seem at first, cannot be regarded as impossible. —Cork Cor. H. Y. Herald.

Romance at a Railway Depot.

Ten years ago all Germany held no happier persons than Katherine D—and Carl . He, in the strength of his young manhood, had sworn to love and protect the fair-haired belle of the Rhenish village. They had grown from babyhood to youth and from youth to mature years in the same town, and Carl’s idea of womanly grace was per sonified in the young woman whom he had that day married. The simple manners and quiet life of a village home seemed to fill their hearts with content, and when a son blessed the union their ' cop of happiness was full. The young couple were possessed of a fair shi re of this world’s goods, and their standi ig in the society of their native town was ugh, both families being able to trace their genealogy into the remote pas .

But, alas! the serpent entered Eden, An adventuress came into the simple German village and the same old drama that had so often been enacted was there repeated. An acquaintance wis effected by the woman with Carl, v hich ripened on his part to wild infatuation. At last, after weeks of beguilemeut on her part, the unprincipled woman induced Carl to elope with her. The deserted wife, faithful to her love, endeavored by every means in her power *° tn 9 e S? hußb “ d ’ bnt » u her efforts were fruitless, pie guilty pair came to America and settled in Chicago. Here for several years they lived ss man and wife, mitil the faithless Woman became

possessed of a large sum of money by menus of fraudulent checks which Carl had deposited in the bank, when she suddenly left him, leaving behind her a note, telling him that she had. started for Germanv. ■ .W-j The faithful wife with her hoy, now grown to a lad, had, in the meantime, come to America, and through a friend had learned that her husband was in Chicago. Starting .for that city, she reached here Saturday on the mail, and stopping for dinner was, through accident, which seems almost fate, left. The eastward-bound mail reaches here some time before the westward-bound express departs. The husband started East in pursuit of the woman who had been the cause of so much misery, and left the train while it was stopping here for dinner. In the waiting-room the poor, injured woman and the man she loved met face ts face. The scene that ensued we cannot describe. From a German lady who had been drawn in sympathy to the lone woman while she sat waiting, and who had learned her history, we obtained the facta here so briefly related. The husband's confession supplied the missing links in the story. The westward-bound train bore the reunited husband and wife to Chicago, where, let us hope, the experience of the past will teach him to value the love he was led, through listening to the tempter, to betray. —Marshall (.Midi.) Statetman.

Thrilling Adventures in a Coal Mine.

A few days since four men, strangers, desiring to "see the interior workings of a coal mine, entered the Columbia tunnel, near Rough and Ready mine, at this place. Some distance from the entrance the passage-way diverges, leading in one direction into the working part of the mine, and to a large unused chamber in the other. This chamber has been abandoned some time, and, as a consequence, has become filled with fire-damp and other noxious gases arising in a coal mine. The visitors, being without a guide, found their way along the dark and slimy passage by means of a lantern carried by one of the party, and took the tunnel leading into this infested chamber. Entering it, they walked about until they began to feel the 'effect of the poisonous gases. Aware of thfi prevalence of fire-damp in mines, they knew at once the cause of the peculiar sensation, and endeayored to find the way by which they entered the chamber, in order that they might escape. Before the entrance could be found three of the party were obliged to succumb to the influence of the fire-damp, and fell to the ground. The fourth, carrying the lantern, found the passage, and succeeded in reaching the outside gallery, but in a weak condition. He soon recovered after coming in contact with the purer air, and at opce set himself about the rescuing, if possible, of his companions. lie was tearful that if he left the mine tor aid they would be dead or beyond the hope of resuscitation before he could return, so lie determined to re-enter the noxious chamber and drag liis friends forth into the air himself. Hastening, he discovered by the dim light cast by his lantern the bodies of his three companions. Hanging the lantern on one of his arms by the large carrying ring he grasped two of the senseless men by their collars, and being a powerful man, and nerved to still greater strength by the circumstances, he pulled them out Into the main passage. Pausing a second for a breath of fresh air he again rushed into the chamber and drew the remaining man out. Losing no time he dragged his senseless friends toward the mouth of the entrance to the mine, taking one several feet forward, then going back and bringing the others, one at a time, until he brought them to the fresh air at the entrance. Before he got them out he was rejoiced to notice signs of returning consciousness in them all. It was some time after reaching the mouth of the .mine before the three men were able to comprehend their situation, and to realize that their escape from the very jaws of death was almost miraculous, 4|d was procured for them, and they were taken to one of the hotels in the place; and their remarkable adventure made quite & sensation in Pittston. In the same chamber was enacted a fearful tragedy on Friday. Westlev Willis, a young man who had just hired out to work in the mines, while awaiting orders, thought to take a look at thiners inside. Unfortunately, he was not aware of the fire-damp chamber, and followed the passage directly into it. No sooner had he entered the foul place when the gas was exploded by Willis’ mine-lamp on his hat, and the young man was hurled out of the chamber against the jagged side of the gallery The report was heard for a great distance round, and the passage was soon tilled with startled miners. Willis’ body was found mangled and mutilated so as to be almost unrecognizable; His face was burned black, and nearly every boue in his body was broken. He was the only support of a widowed mdther and crippled brother.— PitMon (Pa.) Cor. N. Y. Republic.

Remarkable If True.

The following “incident of the famine,” reported by the Collector of Mongnyr, is, says the 7Ywes of India , certainly remarkable: “ A woman of the fishing caste,” writes Mr. Lockwood, “ was sitting by the side of the Ganges, some 100 miles from here, in the Patna District, about daylight of the 16th of August. Suddenly the bank on which she was sitting gave way, and she fell into the water, dragging with her a large bundle of castor-oil sticks which she was carrying at the time. She managed to support herself on these sticks, which formed a kind of life-buoy, and she was carried down by the current, which is now running at a great pace. As each village or boat was passed she shouted to the villagers to help her, but no one came to her relief. In this way she was carried nearly 100 miles, and, fortunately for her, when she had been twenty-four hours in the water she passed by Monghyr, and was rescued by Col. Murray, who, seeing her floating by, sent his private boat and rescued her. The woman did not appear much the worse for her prolonged stay in the water, but naturally was much impressed by the fact of her being rescued by a European, when so many of her own caste had declined to help her. She was provided with a railway ticket to Patna, together with food and clothing from the relief funds.

—A movement has been set on foot in England, of which the Bishop of Manchester is the head, to produce a union with the Established Church of such dia senting religious bodies as hold to the fundamental doctrines of orthodox belieC

Hyacinths for Boom Decorations.

.Hyacinths "can be made to bloom in great beauty from Christmas until April if one only understands their culture; and they are certainly unsurpassed by any other flower for the decoration of window* gardens, boudoirs, or diningrooms. They can be grown singly in pots, and when desired for decorations can be turned out and packed several together in fancy baskets, glass dishes, or china bowls. The slight disturbance of their roots really affects them so little that it cannot be perceived, and they will retain their freshness and loveliness quite as long as if left undisturbed. Few plants will bear auch handling without injury, and there certainly are but few which diffuse so delicious a perfume or present a more attractive appearance than a well-selected assortment of hyacinths, and yearly their culture becomes more general and their beauties are more ppreciated. In looking through the pages of the “ Bulb Catalogues” so plentifully distributed throughout the country, amateur gardeners are greatly inclined to purchase the highest-priced, supposing that they must he much more desirable than cheaper ones of the same colors; yet the {trices of these bulbs are not always the ndex oT their value from a decorative Eoint of view. Some varieties command igher prices on account of their scarcity, being more recently imported; others are more difficult to propagate. Now the new hyacinths are doubtless very handsome, but unless you possess hundreds of other varieties, and desire these especially for exhibition, there are much cheaper kinds which would answer your purpose quite as well. For a dollar and a half a dozen you can purchase bulbs which will bloom quite as beautifully as those which cost twice as much or more. It is also desirable to plant the bulbs early Jin the season, certainly by the middle or the third week of October, if you wish them to be in flowe,r at Christmas; and for this purpose you should also select those which bloom the earliest. You will have flowers in February from bulbs potted by the middle or the first of December, yet we think the largest and handsomest spikes of hyacinths are usually produced from bulbs potted very early uxjthe autumn. In raising hyacinths for room decoration neither complicated composts nor large pots are essential. For general purposes five to six inch pots for one good-sized bulb will answer the best; but when you put them in pots merely to start them in a dark, cool place, three to four inch pots are quite large enough. Silver sand will grow them without the addition of any soil, yet it exhausts the bulb quite as much as water. Turfy, fibrous loam, with a good proportion of rpad grit, sand, and a little old hot-bed manure, is the very best compost for their growth. Mix them well together, put a few bits of charcoal at the bottoms of the pots, and bury the bulbs about twothirds of their depth, pressing the soil very firmly about the roots. It should be in rather a moist condition, to make the bulbs start more quickly. Set the pots in atlark cellar; and it is an excellent plan to take a box and put the pots in it side by side, then fill it to the brims of the pots with coal ashes, and cover the bulbs either with leaves that have fallen from the trees, heaping them ft foot in height over them, or else cover •n inch or so in depth with coal ashes alone; but the leaves are much better than the ashes, as the shoots of the hyacinths sprout up among them more quickly. They can be left in the box at least four weeks, but if desired to bloom very early can be taken up-stairs in three weeks. Now put them in a cool room, and for a few days keep them from coming directly in contact with the sun’s rays, as they should become accustomed to the light by degrees, but always require ,|o remain until they are fairly irn blossom away from the warm atmosphere of our close, furnace-heated apartments. After the buds begin to grow freely, give a liberal supply of water, really warm to the hand, and twice a week add twenty drops of aqua ammonia t© a pint of hot water, and apply it thoroughly. Before the leaves and buds are well developed too much moisture will cause the roots to decay. When the buds refuse to come out of the leaves, take a small square of white paper and pin or glue it into the form of a cone and ynt. it. directly over the whnlp plant fn«tening the large end into the soil in the pot, and leaving a large aperture at the top by cutting off the peak. The light falling through thjs cone stimulates the buds; to seek for more, and thus they will throw up a good stem. Take it off when the stem ctmes up to the leaves. For planting in fancy baskets, glass dishes, etc., you can fill up the receptacles with cocoa-nut fiber, spent tan or hops, or dried leaves from the forest; then with a knife run round between the pot and the soil, turn the pot over ion the left hand, rap on the bottom of it with the knife, and the bulb and soil will slip into your hand. Now place it in the basket as you desire, and then do the same with another pot, and so on until you have filled it up. Wicker baskets lined with cartridge paper, and then used to grow hyacinths in the manner related, make very pretty ornaments for boudoir or parlor. We have given no directions for growing hyacinths in water, because all the catalogues are so minute in theirs. It is, however, the most exhaustive way to treat bulbs, and they are raiely £ood for anything after blooming, while, treated as we have related, they will bloom finely for years. If the offsets are removed every spring and planted in the autumn, they will make fine large bulbs in two or three years. The single varieties are the most desirable for house culture.—Harper's Batar

Curing Hops.

An improvement in the method of curing hops has lately been introduced in England by a Mr. j. M. Hopkins, a hopgrower near Worcester, which is said to be of great advantage to the grower, especially in seasons when prices are high. The following is a description of this process :

“The hops being gathered, are brought to the kiln to be cured. There are three drying floors of rafters covered with horse hair so that the heat and air can pass from below through each of them and out at the top, where an exhaust fan i» kept in motion by steam supplied from a boiler in the basement-floor of tbe kiln. The hops are first put into the top floor, where they remain about four hours, until the 4 reek’ is oft them, when they are dropped (without handling) to the second, and ”nally to the lower Poor, which is movable, being, m fact, composed of two large trays which slide in and out of the building. The temperature of the kiln never exceeds 90° ; the fan gives the advantage of drying the hops at a lower temperature than by the

common process. Thus the aroma and volatile oil which would be driven away afcw higher temperature are saved. The fan system has been tried with success in the drying of malt without deteriorating its quality. Under theusual system the drying process in a malt-house occupies three or four days—by the fan system it has been done in twenty-eight hours.”

Writing Good English.

The beginning of the school year is an appropriate time for making suggestions in regard to teaching. We propose, in this article, to speak of what no one will deny to be an exceedingly important part of a complete education- We mean the art of writing our own language correctly. If we were to assert that not one college student in four could write half a dozen pages of his own composition in such a manner that any well-known printing establishment would be willing to publish them without alteration, it it would doubtless seem to many persons like a very strange statement. We do not make this assertion. Perhaps it would not be true. But if it were made by anyone else we should by no means feel sure enough of its incorrectness to contradict it. It is certain that, a very large part of our educated youth of both sexes are unable to put their thoughts on paper without numerous inaccuracies. Perhaps the most frequent errors of educated people in writing are those connected with punctuation. That many mistakes of this kind are made is not at all wonderful. There is a good deal of difference of opinion as to what constitutes correctness in this respe.ct. But the circumstance that it is not always easy to determine what point should be used in a particular place is no reason for writing as if punctuation had never been invented. If a man is in doubt whether to wear a light coat or a heavy one on a September day, it does not necessarily follow that he should go in his shirtsleeves. The diversity of theories in regard to punctuation does not render, for instance, a long letter on several independent subjects without a single fullstop, except the one at the end, creditable either to the education of the individual who writes it or to the institution at which he or she has been taught. Another class of errors which must be mentioned is that of mistakes in grammar. These, it is true, are much less frequent among young people of education than deficiencies in respect to punctuation. Yet there are thousands of such persons who would be highly indignant at the charge of writing ungrammatical English to whom a gentle hint, that, for instance, the objective case of the pronoun “who” always ends with an m, or a little instruction in regard to the proper use of the auxiliaries “ shall” and “ will,” might be of material service. Quite as common as errors in punctuation, and much mdre common—among educated people at least—than mistakes in grammar, is the misuse of words, and especially of adjectives. A splendid dinner is a dinner at which there is a large number of guests and a great show of silver and other handsome table furniture. The expression is not appropriate when employed to indicate a nice piece of roast beef and well-cooked vegetables for half a dozen individuals. This is but one illustration, among many that might be given, of habitual misapplication of adjectives. Such a misuse of words is bad enough in talking. It is still worse in writing. If the more advanced students in some of our colleges or female seminaries were each to be required to write, without assistance, a letter or a composition of any kind, and if then what had been written should be printed without alteration, and distributed among the parents and friends of the authors, it would constitute a species of examination of which, we venture to s&j, few institutions would be proud. We by no means recommend such a test. On the contrary, we should denounce an attempt of the kind as utterly heartless and cruel. No instructor could for a moment be justified in thus exposing to ridicule his students. But it would be in some respects an excellent criterion if professors and teachers in our higher educational institutions, on perusing the compositions submitted to their inspection, were to ask themselves how these productions would look in print. And here we would make a suggestion which may be valuable to some of our college students who are indulging hopes of distinguishing themselves in literature. It is often the case that if these young men were to submit their experiments in writing to the examination of some good compositor in a printing office he would be able to give them valuable instruction which their professor of English literature would not, and perhaps could not, impart. At all events, if instruction of this kind is furnished by the professors in our colleges, many of the students appear to profit remarkably little by it.— New York I'imes.

The Preservation of Timber.

An Arkansas correspondent of the Scientific American says: “I came here thirty years since and began clearing land and building houses with hewn logs and boards split from the tree. After, several years’ residence I noticed very often that pieces of the same kind of timber decayed more quickly than others; and, after much thought and observation, I came to the conclusion that timber felled after the leaf was fully grown lasted the longest. I noticed that- timber felled when the leaf first commenced to grow rotted the sap oft very quickly, but the heart remained aound; that timber felled after the fall of the leaf rotted in the heart, even when apparently sound on the outside. When fire-wood cut in the winter was put on the fire the sap came out of the sap-wood and next the bark. I noticed also that all our lasting wood had but little sap at any time in the heart—such as cedar, mulberry, sassafras, and ypress.

“ A cypress post cut in the summer of 1838 is still sound, although exposed to all weathers; while one of the same kind of tiriiber cut in the winter of 1856 and painted has rotted in the heart. 1 sawyesterday a piece of gum plank which I sawed in the summer of 1859, that has lain ever since and is perfectly sound; while oak timber that was felled in the winter before is now entirely rotten. “My conclusion, then, is: Cut timber after full leaf —say in July and August—to get the most last from it. The sap goes into the heart of the tree after leaf fall and causes decay':*’ As Aberdeen preacher recently com; mented in the following complimentary way upon the conversational value of men and women: “ There is the same difference between their tongues as between the hoar and minute hand—one goeasten times as fast and the other sig nifies ten times as much."

John Cain.

THB TALE OF A DEFEATED CANDIDATE. John Cain was a quiet, unobtrusive citizen. He didn’t long for fame and renown, and he didn’t care two cents whether this great and glorious country was ruled by a one-horse Republican or a two-horse Democrat. He had a pew in church, gave sixteen ounces for a pound, and when a man looked him square in the eyes Mr. Cain never took a back seat. He was home at a reasonable how in the evening, never took part in the discussion “Is lager healthy?" and many a man wished that his life rolled on as evenly and peacefully as John Cain’s. But, alas! the tempter came. In an evil hour John Cain allowed the politicians to get after him and to surround him. They said he was the strongest man in the county; that he could scoop out of his boots any man set up in opposition ; that his virtues were many and his faults 00000; that it was his duty to come out and take a nomination in order that this pure and incorruptible form of government be maintained pure and incorruptible. All this and much more they told him, and John Cain became puffed up. It surprised him some to think that he had held his peaceful way- along for forty-odd years, like a knot-hole in a barn door, without anyone having discovered what a heap of a fellow be was, but he concluded that there was a new era in politics and that it was all right. The politicians covered John Camjwith soft soap. They told him that the canvass shouldn’t cost him a red, and that he could still retire at eight o’clock every evening and rest assured that his interests would be properly cared for. It was to be a still hunt—a very quiet election — and he would hardly know what was going on. John was an honest, unsuspecting idiot, and he swallowed their worms as the confiding fish absorbs the baited hook. John Cain was duly nominated and the band came out and serenaded him. With the band came several hundred electors, who filled the Cain mansion to overflowing, spit tobacco all over the house, ate and drank all they could find, broke down the gate, ana went off with three cheers for John Cain. Before the canvass was ten days old half a dozen men called on Cain and gently hinted to, him that he must come down with the “ sugar/’ He didn’t even know what “ sugar” was until they explained. They wanted money to raise a pole, to buv beer, to get slips printed, and to do fifty other things with, all for his particular benefit, and he had to hand out money; In the course of another week they drew Cain out to make a speech at a ward meeting. He tried to claw off, but they told him that the opposing candidate would run him out of sight if he didn’t come out, and he went out. When he got through speaking the crowd drank at.his expense, and Mr. Cain was aston ished at the way the liquor went down and more astonished at the way the bill went up. He didn’t, reach home until midnight and for the first time in his life he was going to bed with his hoofs on. His wife wouldn’t speak to him, the hired girl left the house to save her character and John Cain wished that the politicians had let him alone.

More men came and crooked their fingers at him and whispered “ sugar.” They wanted money to buy some doubtful votes and to hire four-horse teams and to mail his slips, and he had to come down. He hesitated about it, but they sure of victory and that acted as a spur. There was hardly a night that from fourteen to two hundred and forty friends did not call on Mr. Cain to inform him as to the “ prospects.” They drank up the currant wine Mrs. Cain had laid up for sickness, emptied her preserve jars, and there wasn’t a morning that she couldn’t sweep out forty or fifty cigar stubs and a peck of mud. They all told Cain that he would beat the other man so far out of sighs that it would take a carrier pigeon to find him, and he couldn’t very well refuse to go over to the corner grocery and “ set ’em up” for the boys.

The crisis finally came. On the eve of election Mr. Cain’s friends called for “ sugar” again, and he had to sugar ’em. A big crowd called to warn him that he would certainly be elected and the saloon hill was t.wcnty-pight. dnlWa rpr, r » Thirteen or fourteen men shook hands with his wife, a hundred or more shook hands with him, and he had to get up and declare that he didn’t favor women’s rights and that he did; that he was down on whisky and yet loved it as a beverage; that he wanted the currency inflated and yet favored specie payments; that he favored the Civil-Rights bill and yet didn’t, and in his brief speech Mrs. Cain counted straight lies besides the evasions. Mr. Gain wanted to hold popular views and he had to be on all sides at once.

On the day of election they dragged him from poll to poll, stopping at all the saloons on the way. He had to make 256,000 promises, pull his wallet until it was as flat as a wafer, drink lager with some and cold water with others, and when night came he went home and tried to hug the hired girl, called Mrs. Cain his dear old rhinoceros, and fell over the cradle and "went to sleep with his head under the stove. When Mr. Cain arose in the morning and became sober enough to read the election returns he found he had scooped ’em as follows: — — —— Opposing candidate ...... 36,430 John Cain .31,380

Cain's majority (in a horn) 5,040 Mr. Cain went out and sat down under an apple tree in his back yard, and he ?;ave himself up to reflections and so orth. Through the leafless branches sighed the November winds, and ir the house sighed Mr!. Cain, and both sighs murmured gently in his ear: "John Cain’s a perpendicular idiot”— “M. Quad," in Detroit Free Press

A Quaker Printer's Proverbs.

Neyeb send an article for publication without giving the editor thy name, for thy name oftentimes secures publication to worthless articles. » Thou shouldst not rap at the door of a printing office, for he that answereth the rap sneefeth in his sleeve and loseth time. Never dtrthou loaf about, nor knock down the type, or the boys will love thee as they do the shade trees—when thou ieavest. r Thou shoujdst never read the copy on the printer’s case or hook, or he may knock thee down. Never inquire of the editor for news, for behold it is his business to give it to thee at the appointed time without ask ing for it. It is not right that thou shouldst ask

him who ig the author of an article, for it u his duty to keep such things unto himself. When thou dost enter his office take heed unto thyself that thou dost not look at what may concern thee not, for that is not meet in the sight of good breeding. Neither examine thou the 'proof-sheet, for it is not ready to meet thine eye thou mayest understand. Prefer thine own town paper to any other and subscribe for it immediately. Pay for it in advance, and it shall be well with thee and thine

The Boys In Bed.

Whoever has lifted the curtains of boys’ alcoves, soon after their inmates have gone to bed, and has looked lovingly in, has seen a pretty sight. Generally their faces are lying most restfully, with hand under cheek, and in many cases look strangely jmHnger than when awake, and often very infantile, as if some trick of older expression which they had been taught to wear by day had been dropped the moment the young ambitious will had lost control. The lids lie shut over bright, busy eyes; the air is gently and evenly fanned by ♦coming and going breaths; there is a little crooked mound in the bed; along the bed’s foot, or on a chair beside, are the day clothes, sometimes neatly folded, sometimes huddled off in a hurry; bulging with balls, or, in the lesser fellows, marbles; stained with the earth of many fields where woodchucks have been trapped, or perhaps torn with the roughnesses of trees on which squirrels have been sought; perhaps wet and mired with the smooth black or gray mud from marshes, or the oozy banks of streams where muskrats have been tracked. Under the bed's foot lie the shoes —one on its side—with the gray and white socks, now creased and soiled, thrown across them; and there, in their little cells, squared in the great mass of night, heedless how the earth whirls away with them or how the world goes, who is thinking of them or what is doing at home, the busiest people in the world are resting for the morrow.— From Lowell'B li Antony Blade.”

The Nerves---Rest and Quiet for the Sick.

Do vou know hc&v an electric cable is made, which is to pass under the ocean and carry a message from one continent to another? If there is but one wire it is in the center of the cable, the wire being clothed with a thick coating of gutta-percha, which is also covered with a coat of mail. There are three parts to the nervous system: the brain, which is the head center of the system; the spinal cord, which is the trunk; and the nerves themselves, which are the telegraph wires along which all sensations are communicated to the brain. Each of these nerves pervading the human frame is itself a bundle of fibers, and each fiber consists of three parts: the cover, like the coat of mail to the telegraph cable; a case like the gutta-percha of the cable, and a minute central filament, or thread, along which it is supposed the nervous current, as the electricity in the cable, passes. There is such an analogy between the electrical telegraphic apparatus and the nervous action that we may not be afraid to believe the mysterious agency which we call magnetism and electricity, and of which we know only its effects and nothing whatever of its substance, is also the agency by which the Creator has pervaded the nervous system, made it the telegraphic apparatus for the transmission of intelligence from the outer world, through the senses, to the brain, and then, by that link, of which no human philosophy has yet detected a sign, to the will, which the sev; eral muscles of the body instinctively obey. So pervading are these fibers, and so minute in their ramifications, that 3,000 c i them occupy but an inch of space. They are more delicate and susceptible than the finest spider’s web that a breath of air disturbs. Light, sound, odors, or the softest touch—yes, thought itself—thrills these nerves and pours a tide of sensation into the great reservoir —the brain. In some Conditions of the body and the mind this nerve current is far more sensitive than at others, just as the electrical current flows more freely in one state of the atmosphere than another. We are always nervous, if not in paralysis. Especially when we are in anxiety, trouble or sickness the nervous system is peculiarly sensitive; every little thing sets us into a tremor; sleep refuses to come when we want it most, and each one of these million strings is athrill with sensibility. Sometimes we cannot bear the chair in which we sit or the couch on which we lie to be touched. We fret easily, refuse to be reasoned with, become " very" childish, petulant and exaeting. At such times the patient tries the patience of nurses, though the nurses are Saints. Yet for all that the sick must be undisturbed. Peace is their salvation. And the highest art of the physician and the friend is to keep the patient quiet, that nature, gently aided by the skill of science and the ministries of love, may work a cure.— “ Irenans," in N. Y. Observer.

What a Dog Did.

An English paper has the following: “ A striking exem dification of the sagacity of a shepherd’s dog has just come under notice on the farm of Higam, near Newburgh, in Fife-hire. The dog belonged to Mr. John Ballingall. The shepherd on the farm happened to 1 se a pound note, and after many hours’ fruitless search for the bank-note it was given up as lost. A collie pup, only four months old, made its appearance in the field where it was supposed the note had been lost, and made himself noticeable. The shepherd could not be bothered with its caressings, so grieved was he at his loss. After being ordered off some halfdozen times, the dog eventually stood up on its hind legs, opened its mouth, and there was the note, folded just as it was when it went-a-missing! With much wagging of its tail the animal laid the note at the shepherd’s feet. The animal was once a despised one, but now it is a household pet.”

Dan Davis, of Virginia'City, paid a visit to Promontory, on the Central Pacific Railroad, and was charmed with the manners dnd customs almost patriarchal in their frank simplicity of the people. He stopped at the principal hotel of the town. It was a nice place, and the landlord was a very agreeable and friendly sort of a man. Says Dan: “ When dinner was ready the landlord came out into the street in front of his hotel with a double-barreled shot-gun. Raising the gun above bis head he fired off one barrel. I said to him, ‘What did you do that for?' Said he, *To call my boarders to dinner.’, I said, * Why don’t you fire off both barrels?’ * Oh,’ said he I keep the other to collect with.’ ”