Rensselaer Union, Volume 8, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 June 1876 — Page 6

East Indian Travelers.

Curious to aav, the Datives of all classit, castas and creeds, who, aa a rule, are the most difficult people Id the world to adopt any novelty, have taken to railway traveling as readily as if they bad been boro in u land whew the steam-whistle had been heard for half a centuir. Yu here there is a line of rail the natives now travel by it and by no othcrfoioaps. As a matter of course, even the richest among them select the cheapest mode t»f transit; they would not be Oriental did they do otherwise. The first ami second-ylass traffic is almost abandoned; in fact, the carriages of the latter sre rarely. If ever occupied sav* by European officials, or officers, or oU|en» of the white governing ■class. To save a few rupees even a well Do-do native will always travel third class; and what the third-claas carriages are musS he seen to be believed In the tightest packed compartment of the South western railway on the day of the boat-race there is ease, luxury and comfort. compared to what the third-class carriages in India are, for perhaps hundreds of miles.

As a rule the natives of India, and more particularly the lower classes, have no more idea of time than a negro in tropical Africa has of skating. Thus, for Instance, a native wants to proceed, let us l»y, from Baroda to Surat. He learns that the train will start at ten o’clock in the morning: but to him ten in the morning is like every hoar, except sunrise and sunset—aa unknown quantity. He has, however, nothin* particular to do, and so, determined to be In time, he arrives at the station about six o’clock in the morning. If it is summer time he more than likely arrives an hour or two earlier. He has with him, perhaps, his wife and two or three children to see him off, and to bid him Godspeed on the route; or he is accompanied to the station by a dozen or more neighbors or friends. If he is a rich man these friends may number 30, 40, or 50. Should he be going a considerable distance, say to Bombay, 100 or more of his fellow-townsmen will come to see him depart. And be it remembered that he is by no means a solitary instance of a traveler whose acquaintances come to see him start. There are, perhaps, 300, 500, or 700 going in the same train, and each of these individuals makes, a point of coming to the station three or four hours before the train starts, and is accompanied by a score or more Mends. Of course the}* are not admitted on the platform, or even into the station, so long before the proper time; therefore they sit on their hams outside, chewing sugar-cane, eating sweetmeats, and chattering away to each other like so many overgrown children. The noise, the confusion and the stench -of this assembled multitude can hardly be imagined by those who have not seen a similar assemblage. The patience and good nature exhibited toward them by the English railway officials is not the least surprising part of the whole affair. But the orders from high quarters in this respect are very peremptory. It is the third-class passenger traffic that pays the railway companies ia India -best, and therefore it is the third-class to which almost every tuber traffic has to give way.

Not the' ieast ludicrous of native travelers’ peculiarities is the enormous quantity of luggage* or rather of belongings, that they bring with them. It is no uncommon thing to see a family, consisting of one man. bis wife, and child, take to the railway a large cbarpoy, or native ■bed, a bundle of sugar-sane about a half donkey-load in size,' a dozen or mote copper pots for cooking, a hnge bag-full of rice, an equal quantity of flour, and perhaps twenty or thirty pounds of ghee or clarified butter in which to cook their food. How all this Is packed away, or how, at the journey's end, each traveler gets his own property—for it must be remembered none ol it is marked—are problems difficult, if not impossible, to solve. AS the time for the departure of the trait* draws near, the confusion becomes greater and greater, and achieves its climax when the ticket office is opened. In England, as we all know, the delivery of a passenger ticket barely takes up thirty seconds. The traveler states his destination and the class he wishes to travel by; he pays his money; the clerk clips the ticket in a machine, delivers it over, and the transaction is at an end. But it is veiy different in India. The native vfijrbt- his way to the window. The clerk teils him, let us say, that one rupee six annas is the fare. But the native has all his life been accustomed to have been asked one price and pay another for what he wants. He cannot see why he should not, at any rate, try to cheapen his railway ticket as well as anything else. He first, perhaps, asks wnether he would not take -one rupee two annas. The clerk, as a matter of conrse says no, and not unfre■quently u*es a certain amount of bad language. He then proposes one rupee four annas; and it is only when the policeman outside the ticket-window threatens to put him away altogether that he takes out his monev-hag and pays out the coin as slowly and with as much apparent pain as if some one were drawing his teeth. Nor ■dora the transaction come to an end then. To recoup himself in some alight manner he tries hard lo pass off upon the ticketclerk one or more worthless coins, and, as they are refused, he gesticulates, screams, swears and laments in a most heart-broken manner. But let us not be too hard upon him. His love of money 4s his second nature. He may be a Moslem, a Parsee. a Hindoo or a Jew; a Brahmin, a Kajpote or a Paria; the rupee is his god, and the only god which he worships. Let us imagine four or five hundred natives about to take their departure by the train; and we shall have some faint idea of what a ticketclerk in India has logo through in the performance of Jhis duty. JSut even alien our dusky friend has •got his passenger ticket delivered to him, Ore infliction he entails upon the railway establishment is only half over. He has to go to a IJaooc, or native writer, to have hißiuggaje weighed, registered, and to pay for the excess in weight. If parting with com for his railway ticket brought upon him pains of purgatory, the agontn he has now to go through may be called infernal.,* He is, perhaps, bound for Bombay, and has heard at the bazar that rice and floor are so much a mauud dearer in that town than in his native place. ' He therefore determines to take with him M supply of food for the eight or ten days foe purposes staying at me paisidency. Hat, like many a wiser man, lib reckons *wit wont his host—or rather without the lie will aMm®• w psy uy railWllY, Hesees in a moment that even the small tax be has to pay on these articles will entirely defeat his economical projects. But SEATS from his home, which is, perhaps, miles off. He cannot leave them behind, for SISSSSSiirMLrt to try and save something by cheating the railway clerk. And so, never fora moment seeming to think but wbat he can

heat down the price of the freight, he sets to work to bargain as he did for his railway ticket, but ends by having to pay the (till demand. I The scene inside the railway station about thia time fairly baffles description. Hundred* are fighting and bargaining for their tickets, scores are doing the same for the freight of their baggage. The railway whistles sound, the station bell rings, out ail to no purpose. It is rare, indeed,-except in large presidential towns, that a train ever starts within half an hour of the time advertised. At last, slowly and by degrees, the third-class carriages begin to fill. For every native traveler who goes oo theplatform a dozen or more go to sec him off, m we have already remarked. The platform ia consequently as crowded as if ten trains were about to start. When any native present wants to find a friend, he does not look for him or even call him in a moderate tone of voice, but screams at the utmost power of his lungs, repeating the name of the person sought for again and again. When several seores of persons indulge in this performance, the effect can be imagined.— All the Year Round.

From the Atlantic to the Pacific in Eighty-Four Hours.

The “ race across the continent’’ has been run and won. It takes one’s breath away to think of it The man still lives whose “Two Years Before the -Mast” were occupied chiefly in making the journey to San Francisco and back. Even young people remember when gold lias discovered and the rush for California began, how the journey Was the great obstacle between the old States and the new El Dorado; how to go to California was more of an undertaking than to go to Palestine or to India; how long farewells were taken, as for a separation which must be for years anij was quite possible forever; how the emigrant leaving the Missouri as Boon as the grass had started hardly reached the Sacramento before Autumn, after hardships such as only the boldest or the most* ignorant oared face. And now a party of players make the journey luxuriously in just r alf a week! It certainly is something which will justify a little glorification, a sensation, which thrills us, however much we analyse it, and the more so the more we think of it. Why, the flowers which the popular actor received as the curtain fell in New York the night before he took the train for the Pacific were still fresh in his hand as he landed at San Francisco. Our country of magnificent distances seems converted into a country neighborhood, where every man can, at need, see any other with a little pains, and where, consequently, there is a community of interests, and a kindly fellow-feeling which really makes us one people—almost one family. ~..

As we said, in commenting on the journey when it was as yet only a project, no extraordinary speed was needed to make this journey in eighty-four hours, no speeds exceeding those regularly made by many English and by some American trains. The extraordinary and unexampled feature was the maintenance of mat speed for so great, so enormous a distance —such a distance as a train could run in nc other country, for want of a route long enough, or a country broad enough to hold the route. There are, however, some considerations which make the average speed itself remarkable under the circumstances. as it would not have been in Europe. These are; me fact that it is exceptional, mat me locomotives of the country are not specially designed for high speeds with light trains, but for moderate speeds with heavier trains; and, especially, mat me railroads of me country are not constructed for such headlong speed—not simply because they are (most or mem) less solidly constructed and with more and sharper curves, but especially because they are wofully open to obstruction bv passing mer, animals and vehicles. The very brat of the lines over which the Jarrett & Palmer special train passed last week not only crosses most of the highways on its line at grade, but also has level street-crossings probably in every city on its road, and cannot possibly, with safety, run at full speed over miles of its line. On an English road, with hardly a level crossing from one end to me other, with easy curves and a perfect track, me engine can be pushed to its utmost and kept at its highest speed from the beginning to the end of me fine. But how can you run five miles through city streets at sixty miles an hour? You might almost as well discharge a rifled cannon down the street

There were, however, two remarkable feats in me running of this train, wholly unexampled, we believe, in me annals of railroads. The first of these was me running of me train without stopping , and of course with a single locomotive, me whole length of me Pennsylvania Railroad from Jersey citj to Pittsburgh, 439% miles; and me other the hauling of me train over me whole iength of the Central Pacific Railroad, 881 miles, without changing me engines, though with several stops. The care which composed this train were a baggage car, a smoking and “ commissary” car, and the Pullman hotel car “ Marlborough.” The locomotive which performed me great feat of running 440 miles without stopping was an “ American” engine constructed at the Altoona shops, of me Pennsylvania Railroad Company.

From Pittsburgh to Chicago and from Chicago to Council Bluffs me run was made over roads which have a large traffic, and for most of their length but a single track, so mat greater skill was required to avoid delays by other trains. No such delays occurred, however, at least none ware reported, and me only interruptions to me run as laid out appear to have been on me Pacific Railroads, where, on me Union Pacific, a hot journal is said to have caused twenty minutes’ delay, and on the Central Pacific steep grades, going down the Sierras, me brake blocks on the Pennsylvania cars wore out and had to be replaced, and filially two additional cars were attached to make their brake power available. On all me roads west of Pittsburgh, however, stoos had to be made for water, and on all bar the Central Pacific me usual changes of engines were made. x_ For the entire journey by rail from Jersey City to Oakland, 3,313 miles, the time consumed was 83 hours, 82 minutes, 7 ■woods, and the average speed, including all stops and delays, was 89.7 miles per aWar; From New York to San Francisco, 3,316 miles, including the two terries, the time was 83 hours, 59 minutes, 16 seconds.—Railroad Gazette. , n " SS • T —John Scanlan, a Pittsfield (Mass.) gardener, was found dead in his room the other evening. Being afflicted with a lame back, he had been ordered to bathe it with a mixture of laudanum, belladonna andcapetcum, and, as a three-ounce bottle partly foil was found by his side. It is supposed be swallowed the medicine by

Newspapers in 1770.

In the libraries of State Historical Societies, and in some private collections, are to be found files, or odd numbers, or incomplete sets, oi American newspapers of lTvfl —small, coarse, time-yellowed sheets; hut, unpretending though they look, they are publications of great interest and value. In ti e most of them there is not much space given to discussions ot the measures of the times; the times were too stirring, the perils too close upon them, and the few columns were needed for actual intelligence from the seat of war. _ ■ A reasonable proportion of the very limited space vote allowed for the advertisements, but those of goods for sale were not many. In oa* of the Philadelphia newspapers, Joseph Stansbury, crockery dealer, anxious to dispose of his stock, evidently, before the hostile armies reached that region, advertises c\temfans> ly, and the articles must to a great extent have been of a class which our modern relie-hunters, china-mad, would give a small fortune to become possessors of—- “ China and Nonquln ware;” of teapots alone he enumerates “earthen, Egyptian, Etruscan, embossed, red china, agate, green, black, coliflower, striped and fluted;’’ also, “ egg-slicers, cheese-toast-era, cream buckets, cream-cheese dishes, tea jars, sugar dishes, spoon trays,” and an extensive list of articles known and unknown to modern tables, among them “ rich enameled and blue and-white bowls from ahalf-pinttotwoand a half gallons.” Peter Stretch, of Borden town, sell# out his stock and goes into the country, assuring ail whom he owes that they may depend on being paid before a certain day. Andrew Caldwell makes out his list as Russia drillings and linens, osnaburghs and sail clotns, cinnamon and a few pieces of silk. Jonas Phillips, catching the sjiirit of the times, advertises “ pro patria writing paper.” In the miscellaneous class appears the announcement that an English servant girl who has two years to serve is to be sold into the country; and her recommendation is in a few carefully-chosen words, the second of which is peculiarly suggestive; she is described as “handy, appreheneice and honest.” Thfi Freemasons, notified to meet at the “ City Tavern” to celebrate St. John’s Day, are informed in an N. B. that a “ frugal entertainment will be provided, and dinner in the tavern at precisely two o’clock.” A schoolmaster is advertised for for Eden School, Somerset County, Maryland, “ 130 pounds sterling per year, with accommodations found;” and a gentleman lately from London wishes to teach drawing in watercolors, and has left specimens at Norman’s picture store. Hugh Morton has had a silver watch stolen—“ she had a black rflbbon to her and brass key, aud a seal in form of a compass seal.” The Company for promo) ing American Manufactures gives public notice of “ The Bleach-fields,” requesting their patrons to mark their cloth with name and the number of yards; “pieces should be cut at about twenty-five yards each.”

Mingled with such advertisements as these are others indicative of me state of the times. The price of tea is announced as limited by the Committee of Inspection of Philadelphia—“ best green tea shall not exceed thirty, two shillings sixpence per pound.” Coarse salt is to be sold at “ seven shillings sixpences pound.” Two hundred bushels of coarse salt are to be distributed by a committee to the poor gratis if they will call at a certain place on certain days. There are projects announced for making saltpeter. It is earnestly recommended that “ wo spare our leaden window-weights to be run into balls.” Rewards are offered for deserters; martial accouterments and books on military matters are advertised; announcements are made mat changes in business are about to take place in anticipation of me progress of the war. In me New York Gazette and Weekly Mercury of June 17m me most graphic of these advertisements of military equipments is inserted for the benefit of Charles Oliver Bruff, Maiden Lane, near the Fly market, who keeps all kinds of swords, taking special pride in me heads which adorn them—“ Lion Heads, Dog Heads, Bird Heads,” etc.; also heads of Washington, Lee, Chatham and John Wilkes, the motto accompanying the first being: Prosperity, brave Washington, For he Old England’* troops has made to run. That for Lee: Let the God of llosts role the sway, And make ns Freemen in America. For Pitt: “ Magna Charta and Freedom;” and for Wilkes: “ Wilkes and Liberty.” Doubtless some of these swords are still in existence, but it is to be hoped that the metal was of better quality than the couplets engraved on them. In one of me Pennsylvania newspapers the members of me Library Company of Philadelphia are requested to attend a special meeting to consider me propriety of removing the books and fixing on a place of deposit for mem, “in case any luture event should render that measure necessary.” An order appears directing all persons having provincial arms not fit for use “to bring them forthwith to the-general factoryln Cherry Alley, tu be put in good order.” Battalions are notified to meet, and committees as the “combat thickens.” Word goes south from Watertown assuring the people mat “mere is not a ministerial troop in all N. E. except what are prisoners; nor is there a ministerial ship in any harbor in N. E.” A meeting is held in Carpenter’s Hall, of which reports are minute, and on which comments are freely made. The newspapers speak out boldly; and a new style of communication begins to appear. One Cornelius Williamson is formally denounced by me Committee of Safety as an enemy to me liberties of America, and anathematized in such words as these : “Let him live as Cain did, forsaken by mankind.” Thomas *Lightfoot makes a long acknowledgement of having spoken disrespectfully of Congress and endeavored to depreciate me Continental currency, asks .pardon of his injured countrymen, and promises to conduct himself friendly tome cause, ending with me reqiirat mat mis may be put into me German and English newspapers, as a warning to others who may have been misled as he has been. Dunlop’s Pennsylvania Packet and Genend Adoertiter (“printed at me newest printing office,” at ten shillings per annum) of June 24, opens with a communication to the people of mat State, signed “Watchman,” anticipating me Declaration of Independence; saying mat should it take place '*we should then only have crossed me Red Sea of our difficulties,” the newspaper being full of war matter. Upfothe Say of'the Declaration the Pennsylvania Ledger had me royal arms in me center of me title-head. On me 13m (Saturday) me Declaration was in. One of the other newspapers of the town printed it on me 6m. The Boston Gazette and County Journal, printed by Benjamin Edra, at Watertown, has this paragraph, dated July 16: “We have Just receftreil* proclamation declaring the

Colonies independent It will be in our next ” Accordingly, in the number for July 22 (Monday), it leads, and the same journal gives an enthusiastic account of the proclamation of the Declaration from the iwlcony of the State House in Boston A. B. H., in N. Y. Evening Poet.

A Day with a Courteous Mother.

Dckino the whole of one of last summer’s hottest days I bad the good fortune to he seated in a railway car near a mother and four children, whose relations with each other were so beautiful that the pleasure of watching them was quite enough to make one forget the discomforts of the journey. It was plain that they were poor; their clothes were coarse and old, and had been made by inexperienced hands. The mother’s bonnet alone would have been enough to have condemned the whole party aa any of the world's thoroughfares. I remembered afterward, with shame, that I myself had smiled at the first sight of its antiquated ugliness; but her face was one which U gave you a sense of rest to look upon—it was so earnest, tender, true and strong. It had little comeliness of shape or color in it, it was thin, and pale; she was not young; she had worked hard; she had evidently been much ill; but I have seen few faces which gave me such pleasure. I think that she was the wife of a poor clergyman; aud I think that clergyman must be one of the Lord’s best watchmen of souls. The children —two boys and two girls—were all under the age of twelve, and the youngest could not speak plainly. They had had a rare treat; they had been visiting the mountains, and they were talking over all the wonders they had seen with a glow of enthusiastic delight which was to be envied. Only a word-for-word record would do justice to their conversation ; no description could give any idea of it—so free, so pleasant, so genial.no interruptions, no contradictions; and the mother’s part borne all the while with such equal interest and eagerness that no one not seeing her face would dream that she was any other than an elder sister. In the course of the day there were many occasions when it was necessary for her to deny requests, and to ask services, especially from the eldest boy; hut no young girl, anxious to please a lover, could have done either with a more tender courtesy. She had her reward; for no lover could have been more tender and manly than was this boy of twelve. Their lunch was simple and scanty; but it'had the grace of a royal banquet. At the last, the mother produced with much glee three apples and an orange, of which the children had not known. All eyes fastened on the orange. It was evidently a great rarity. I watched to see if thin test would bring out selfishness. There was a little silence; just the shade of a cloud. The mother said, “ How- shall 1 divide this? There is one for each of you; and I shall be best off of all, for I expect big tastes from each ol you.”

“ Oh, give Annie the orange. Annie loves oranges,” spoke out the oldest boy, with the sudden air of a conqueror, and at the same time taking the smallest and worst apple himself. “ Oh, yes, let Annie have the orange,” echoed the second boy, nine years old. “ Yes, Annie may have the orange, because that is nicer "than the apple, and she is a lady, and her brothers'are gentlemen,” said the mother, quietly. Then there was a merry contest as to who should feed the mother with largest and most frequent mouthfuls, and so the feast went on. Then Annie pretended to want apple, and exchanged thin golden strips of orange for bites out of the cheeks of Baldwins; and, as I sat watching her intently, she suddenly fancied she saw longing in my face, and sprang over to me, holding out a quarter of her orange, and saying: “Don’t you want a taste, too?” The mother smiled, understanding^,' when I said: “No, I thank you, you dear, generous little girl; I don’t care about oranges.” At noon we had a tedious interval of waiting at a dreary station. We sat for two hours on a narrow- platform, which the sun had scorched till it smelt of heat. The oldest boy—(he little lover—held the youngest child, and talked to her, while the tired mother closed her eyes and rested. Now and then he looked over at her, and then back at the baby; and at last he said confidentially to me (for we had become fast friends by this time): “ Isn’t it funny, to mink that I was ever so small as this baby? And papa says that then mamma was almost a little girl herself.” The two other children were toiling up and down me banks of me railroad track, picking ox-eye daisies, buttercups and sorrel. They worked like beavers, and soon me bunches were almost too big for their little'hands. Then they came running to give them to me mother. “Oh dear,” thought I, “how mat poor, tired woman will hate to open her eyes! and she never can take those great bunches of common fading flowers, in addition to all her bundles and bags.” I was mistaken. “Oh, thank you, my darlings! How kind you were! Poor, hot, tired little flowers,* flow thirsty they look ! If they will only try and keep alive till we get home, we will make them very happy in some water; won’t we? And you shall put one bunch by .papa's plate, and one by mine.” Sweet and happy, me weary and flushed little children stood looking up in her face while she talked, their hearts thrilling with compassion for the drooping flowers and with delight in me giving of their gift. Then she took great trouble to get a string and tie up me flowers, and then me tram came, and we were whirling along again. Soon it grew dark, and little Annie’s head nodded. Then I heard me mother say to me oldest boy, “Dear, are you too tired to let little Annie put her head on your shoulder and take a nap? We shall get her home in much better case to see papa if we can manage to give her a little sleep.” How many boys of twelve hear such words as these from fired, overburdened mothers ? —— —~ Soon came me city, me final station, with its bustle and noise. I lingered to watch my happy family, hoping to seethe father. “Why, papa isb’t here!" exclaimed one disappointed little voice after another. “ Never mind,” said me mother, with a still deeper disappointment in her own tone, “ perhaps he had to go and see some poor body who is sick.” In me hurry of picking up all the parcels, and me sleepy babies, me poor daisies and buttercups were left forgotten in a corner of the rack. I wondered if me mother had not intended this. May Ibe forgiven for me injustice! A few minutes after 1 passed me little group, standing still just outside me station, and heard me mother say: Oh, my darlings, I have forgotten yonr pretty bouquets. lam ’so sorry! I wonder if I could find mem if 1 went back? Will you all stand still and not stir from mis spot if I go?” “ Oh, nuroama, don’t go, don’t go. We will get you some more. Don’t go," cried ail the cnildren.

“ Here are your flowers, madam,” said I. “ I saw that you had forgotten them, and I took them aa mementoes of you and your sweet children. n She blushed and looked disconcerted. She was evidently unused to people, and shy with all but her children. However, she thanked me sweetly, and said: “ 1 was very sorry about them. The children took such trouble to get them; and I think they will revive in water. They cannot be quite dead.” “They will nnwrdie!” said I, with an emphasis which went from my heart to hers. Then all her shyness fled. She knew me; and we shook hands, and smiled into each other’s eyes with the smile of kindred as we parted. As I followed on, I heard the two children, who were walking behind, saying to each other: “ Wouldn’t that have been too bad? Mamma liked them so much, and we never could have got so m any all at once again.”

“ Yes, we could, too, next summers,” said the boy, sturdily. They are sure of their “ next summers,” I»think, all six of those souls—children, and mother, and father. They may never again gather so many ox-eye daisies and buttercups “ all at once.” Perhaps some oi the little hands have already picked their last flowers. Nevertheless, tlieir summers are certain. To such souls as these, all trees, either here or in God’s larger country, are Trees of Life, with twelve manner of fruits and leaves for healing; and it is but little change from the summers here, whose suns burn and make weary, to the summers there, of which “ the Lamb is the light.” Heaven bless them all, wherever they ext.—From “ Bite of Talk."

The New England Log Cabin.

In a sequestered corner of, the Centennial Grounds stands the New England Log Cabin. And a very humble and unpretentious cabin it is, too, with its bare walls and shaky roof, contrasting strangely with the huge, gaudily-painted edifices in the neighborhood. Veritable logs compose its material, and they are put together rudely enough to satisfy the most critical backwoodsmen. If the building was designed simply as a specimen of early Colonial architecture, it would be interesting. As it is,* the attention of the visitor is wholly drawn from the cabin itself, and is concentrated upon the wonderful collection of relics exhibited in its interior. These comprise articles of furniture, utensils, and ornaments, none of them less than a century old, and nearly all associated with historical names and places. To the American mind there is a peculiar interest attached to relics of the old Puritan and Revolutionary days. It is doubtful if the foreign visitors to the Exposition will see much to admire in the pots, and kettles, and cradles that came over in the Mayflower. The Frenchman and Italian will laughingly point to relics that are ten times as old, and far shapelier in appearance. The Englishman will scarcely gloat over a sword that was worn by some Rebel officer in the war with Great Britain. It is to the citizen of this country that the collection of relics appeals: and that the appeal is not fruitless may be seen in the crowds tnat flock Into the Log-Cabin daily.

A narrow foot-path leads up to the door, where a maiden, whose Puritan garb does not detract from the brightness of her eyes, is in waiting to welcome the visitor. The narrow, low-walled rooms inside are furnished with the simple, old-fashioned chairs and tables which were once used by our ancestors. Old and discolored wood has been employed in making the rafters overhead; and, looking up, one sees the regular old garret which the story-book always associates with boyhood’s days—with its dark corners, its dusty spinning-wheel, its pile of old books and magazines. The first room contains a bewildering profusion of relics—all interesting. At the right, on entering, one sees a capacious fire-place, whereon is the familiar log, and the kettles suspended over it. One of these kettles—a diminutive iron utensil —is said to have been brought from England on me Speedwell, the" second ship coming to New England. Its age is about 200 years. On the mantel are several old flint-lock muskets that were used in the Revolutionary War. The tinderbox and crane-lamp are beside mem. Near me fire-place is a spinning-wheel which was brought over in the Mayflower. It is operated by a lady from Boston, who is attired in the last-century style. A very dilapidated and ancient-looking saddle hangs near by, . made 170 years ago. Across me fire-place is a chest of drawers 200 years old. Beyond is a clock of primitive construction, whose steady tick-tack is heard to-day .as it was 400 years ago. The hands upon its brass dial are rusty and bent, and the whole timepiece looks forlorn, as though weary of the existence which it has been so long in dragging out. The striking apparatus is nojv out of gear, owing to the promiscuous handling of curious visitors. In anotKer corner may be seen a flaxwheel made in Holland 200 years ago, still doing daily duty at me beck of its fair nineteeatoceutury mistress. A quilt woven by hand in 1650 is near it. An old-fashioned tape-loom next attracts me gaze, and a brass spoon-mold, once used in Paul Revere’s foundry in Boston. Also, a salt-cellar once owned by Mistress Mary Kendall, and brought by her when she voyaged to the New World in that famous ship, me Mayflower. Reminiscences of Peregrine White abound. He, it is known, was born on that vessel—the first child of the Colony. The selfsame cradle in which the infant Peregrine was rocked is shown—a rough, pineboard structure, yet full of interest. The saddle in which me full-grown Peregrine was wont to ride is also here, In looking at these relics, one almost expects to see the sturdy Puritan himself start out of the shadowy corner and claim his longleft property. ' The Revolutionary relics occupy a large space, and an equally large share of pub-Ite-attention. One of the most noticeable is a flag which was carried through me Battle of Bunker Hill. An inscription upon it tells that it belonged to me Second Synod of me Second Regiment of Massachusetts. During that memorable engagement the flag-bearer was killed, but the flag was preserved from capture to tell its ewn story a century afterward. There is also shown the sword belonging to Capt. Nathan Barrett, which was worn bv him at the Concord fight. One sera also a pair of spurs worn by Gen. Stark at Bennington. The commission of Capt. Barrett, from George the Fourth, appointing him an officer in me British army, before he turned Rebel, is framed, and hangs upon the wall over his sword. Then mere are wooden canteens, powderhorns, muskets, and other paraphernalia of war—all of that date. In me center of me apartment is a table, on which is a glass case containing an iroa spoon once belonging to me Indian King Philip. Next to it are a pair of small images of Washington and King

Philip, cut out of beef-bone by a Conti - nental soldier while confined in a British prison-ship in Boston Harbor. The first religious newspaoer printed in New England, called the Herald of Ooerel Liberty, i published at Portsmouth, N-JR ,by Elias Smith, in 1808, may also be seen; as well; as any quantity ot old books and miscellaneous documents. Passing into the second room, one Is attracted first by an antique bedsteqd, covered with curtains of old-fashioned pattern. The Bhcets were once the property of Mrs. J.-P. Joyce, of Lynn, Mass., and are 200 years old. The quilt is of quainT construction, and belonged to Judge Holton 100 years ago. A Pilgrim’s needlebook, brought to America in 1628, deserves attention. A very odd article is a piece of needle-work wrought by Elizabeth Holmes in 1736. Upon it is worked the lines:

* This needle-work of mine can tell And by my elders also tanght Hot to spend my tluu for naught." Near this is a chair which was once used by. Gov. Hancock. John Alden’s desk, brought over in the Mayflower, is a curious piece of work- It is almost too small to be of practical service in these days, but people did not do so much writing then as now. Beyond is a wooden chair, of the cross-legged species, which belonged to Gov. Endieott 900 years ago. Ladies are always interested in a round wooden box lor holding face-powder, owned by Mrs. Benjamin Faneuil in 1792. In the box is a puff-ball of cotton thread. The apparatus is not so elaborate qs that now in use. The walls are ornamented with rude wood-cuts—one set, representing the four seasons, having been printed in 1796. A lace-pillow for making lace, with bobbins, belonged to Elizabeth Dutch, of Ipswich, in 1720. There is exhibited also the first pair of shbes made in Lynn; and odd enough they look, with their pointed toes and no heels. Framed and hanging on the wall is an original deed given by Richard Penn, John Penn, and Thomas Penn—sons of the old Quaker—in 1787. I have endeavored to give a running sketch of the antiquities that are here exhibited—not, of course, including the entire catalogue. There are, besides the articles already mentioned, scores of relics, of greater or less interest, and all of them liighlv prized by their possessors, who have loaned them to the International Exhibition. It is a pleasant diversion to look them over - but, if the full history of each article were written and known, could any novel be more interesting ?— Cor. Chicago Tribune.

From New York to the Mississippi River in Twenty-four Hours.

The following analysis of the time made by the famous trans-continental fast train over the Chicago & Northwestern Railway, between Chicago and Omaha, plainly indicates that the general average time made by this train, from its starting-point, suffered no shrinkage at the hands of the management of the popular Northwestern, and it must be gratifying to every true Chicagoan to find that they possess in the above road a Western line over which equally as fast time can be safely made as any of the boasted fast time hitherto claimed by the Eastern lines as nn incident to the superiority of their roads over Western lines. Timewuswhenmis claim could have been allowed, but now that the Chicago & Northwestern Railway, with its well-ballasted roadbeds, equipped with steel rails, and all modern appliances, can be compared favorably with any model road in the East, there is no longer any reason for the Eastern lines claiming a monopoly in fast running. The condensed time given below shows the leaving and arriving time of this fast train at terminal stations; the speed per hour between stations, and the speed per hour for the distance run, over me Chicago & Northwestern Railway:

Vis- Speed per tance Hour Be j from Leaving and At- tween Stations. Chi- riving Time. Stations. cago. Miles. Miles. Chicago, lv 10:30 p.m. Prospect P’k 22.5 10:ft7p.m. 50 Junction.... 30 11:04 p. m. 64 Arr. 11:52 p. m. 1 Rochelle.... 74.8 Lv. 11:59 p. m. f ou Arr. 1:00 a. m, i- - fit> Clinton 138.1 Lv. 1:14 a. m. f Arr. 2:03 a. m. j London 177.8 Lv. 2:20 a.m.) ' ' . Arr. 8:18 a. m. i Cedarß’p’ds 219.4 Lv. 3:25 a.m.) 48 Arr. 6:26 a. m I 800ne...j.... 340.4 Lv. 6:31 a. m. j 40 Omaha 491 Arr, 9:.*7 a. in.

Average speed from Chicago to Clinton (including stops); 55 miles an hour. Average speed from Chicago to Clinton (deducting for stops), 58 miles per hour. Average speed from Chicago to Omaha (including stops) 45 miles per hour. Average speed from Chicago to Omaha (deducting stops) 4834 miles per hour. Time from New York to Mississippi River (Clinton), 24 hours. Average speed from New York to Clinton (including stops), 43% miles per hour. Time from New York to Omaha, 8$ hours and 27 minutes. Average speed from New York to Omaha (in eluding stops), 42 miles per hour. —Chicago Tribune , June 4. Db. Samuel Birch, of the British Museum, says that one cannot, study history intelligently without first understanding the pottery of the people. This be true of original investigators, but hardly applies to the general public, who havene time for side studies. 1 i It ) When a young man in Hamilton, Ont>» forsakes a girl after an engagement qf twenty-six years, the courts make him pay her S7OO, or about $25 'pet yea*. Cheap enough.

The Trne Medical Philosophy.

The remarkable cures of dyspepsia, eonstipation, general debility, intermittent and remittent fevers, nervousness, mental despondency, and a host of other ailments, by that jpopular botnnic invigorant and altera tive, Hostetter’s Stomach Bitters, prove that to vitalize* not deplete, the sick. Is the true medical philosophy. Under the old system patients underwent a course of treatment that often had the effect of exhausting their few remaining energies. Drastic psrgatlo®, and the administration of violent remedies with a weakening reaction, were frequently and most unnecessarily resorted to fn cases where in vlgo ration combined with mild regulative treatment was the sole desideratum. That this unwise mode of medication has been to a great extent abandoned is in no small degree due to the success which has attended the peerless remedy shove named.

Dr. Safe’s Catarrh Remedy

Is no patent medicine humbng, got up to dupe the iguorantand credulous, nor Is it represented *s being “ composed of rare and precious substances brought fi£n the four corners of the earth," carried^ ■oven times across the Great Desert of SahaW on the backs of fourteen camels, and brought across ttuv&tlantic Ocean on two ships.” I* is a simple, mild, soothing remedy, a perfect Specific for Catarrh and < old in tuj| Heai>;” also for Offensive Breath, Loss or Impairment of the Sense of Smell, Taste or Hearing, Watery or Weak Eyes, Pain or Pressure in the Head, when caused, as they all not unfrequeatly are, by the violence of Catarrh. J ; i; i'A . f