Rensselaer Union, Volume 11, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 December 1878 — Page 3

The Rensselaer Union, JUDHSELAER • - INDIANA.

' OLDEN TIMES AND PRESENT. Ancient day* of chivalry. *.»Mid f *loonry« Ladies fair and Barwn* hold. Thrilling day., throe days of old. Buttled towers ami moated steel*- >. Turret wad* and donjon keeps. K Draw-bridge closed and warder grave, Retainer* numerou* and bran. Mailed sentries keeping guard, t 'Tronhador and minstrel oartl '-• v Ringing lay* ’neath lady’* bower, Serenade* at evening hour. „ Thrilling days, those days of old. For ladies fair and watrtor* bold. Bee! a pageant passes Dy. In all the pride of chivalry; Armed knight* on chargers gay, Warriors eager for the fray. Burnished helm and glittering lance. In the golden sunshine glance; Parting word* from lady fair. Tress of dark or golden hair. Badge on arm, a woven band. Parting gift from her fair hand: The knight depart* for fields of France, To win his fair by spear and lanoe. Gone those days of pftbantry, Valor and knight-errantry; Only battle, that of Life; Race for wealth, the keenest strife. Love and Truth and Honor sold. Bartered for the gain of gold. Fair ones’ hearts not now are won By deeds of daring nobly done. Only battle that of Life, ~ Need it be ignoble strife? Hunytn heart* are battle-plains. Where passions rage and warfare reigns. Foeman ranged on either side: Hate and Love, Forgiveness, Pride. Strength and Weakness, Dread and Might; Direst battles those to fight Greatest victors those who win Conquest over Self and Bin. —Vhambtn' Journal.

OLD ELSPA.

1 was alone in the world, or I thought 1 was, which amounted to pretty much the same in its mental and moral effects. My mother died when I was so young that 1 had only a shadowy remembrance of a pale face and a long, last clasp to her loving heart. I had been my lather’s pet and darling, and now he was dead, too, and his will had consigned me, just like a bale of goods, to the care and guardianship of his brother, a doctor, whoso home lay tvamong the picturesque mountains of Cumberland. I was “ too impulsive,” said the will, and would “throw myself and my money away before Iknew the value of either, if I had no one to take care of me;” and so, when my poor father died in the south of France, where we had gone to winter, Uncle Ritson who came barely in time to lay him in his • foreign grave, carried me off at once to his house on the bleak hillside, gave me a kiss as he lifted me out of the stuffy vehicle which had conveyed us from the station, presented me to my aunt and cousins with a “Well, here’s Adela!” and „told me to consider myself “ at home.” It was the beginning of January, intensely cold. The sudden change from a warmer climate had sensibly affected me; I was chilled under all my furs, and perhaps more chilled by the restraining influence of my father's will, having pondered the “ too impulsive” all through the journey. Certainly I was not “too impulsive” on my entrance to my new “ home.” Aunt and cousins had met me on the threshold with warm welcome, pressed to remove my wraps and to make mo comfortable. There was a huge fire blazing on the hearth, a tea-table piled, with north-country luxuries, and all that should have made me feel at home; but something was wanting, and instead of responding to their greetings in my own natural fashion, I dropped into a seat, after the first glance around, and covering my face with my hands, burst into tears. I have small, thin, quick ears. I overheard Aunt Ritson whisper to Bella and Winnie, as she drew them back—

“ Hushl It’s but natural, poor bairn! Leave your cousin alone, lasses; ’ she will come to herself all the sooner.” Andi did come to myself; but whether my tears had fallen frostily on their hot hearth, or we travelers had brought a chill in with us, or my own manner did not invite effusion,a certain air of restraint seemed to grow upon us; and when I was shown to the room set apart for me, and.left to myself, I flung myself upon my bed and sobbed in passionate grief for my dead father, declaring that I was alone in the world, utterly alone. And this feeling grow upon me. Looking back, I am conscious that it was much my own fault that I had not responded with sufficient warmth and gratitude to the relatives who had made room in their household for one they had .not seen since she was a baby, and had met With open arms and hearts. They had heard that I was gushing and exuberant, a creature of impulse, and finding me reserved and languid, concluded that I, accustomed to elegance and luxury, could not brook the homeliness and retirement of my new life. I was rich, and they were not. They mistook my morbid melancholy for pride, and ceased to press their society or attentions on me, lest I should attribute to them mercenary motives. I see it all now, but then I was blind. I had another grief at my heart beside sorrow for my dead parent, and I fear whenever my thoughts flew to that lonely grave among the Pyrenees, I questioned the policy which had isolated me from the world—the world in which my hero lived and moved—and prisoned my free soul among those unresponsive walls of stone. In this rhapsody I did notaspostrophiae alone the four walls of the solid stone house that, set against the mountain side, with a background of pine, larch and mountain ash, looked so cold and gray, staring with its many lidless eyes from its rocky perch above the straggling lake village, on the steep, unguarded roadway in front, and the narrow strips of garden ground stretching like green arms on either side. No, I held converse with the mountains. They were to me the barriers between love and life and happiness, but it was only on their solitary heights I felt free to give the feeling utterance. The thrifty Household ways of my aunt and cousins, which kept them ever busy, were strange to me. My dainty fingers had no acquaintance with roll-ing-pin or paste-board. It was not. J who kept so bright the mirror in which I saw my own beauty, aye, and my own uphappiness, reflected. I was supposed to be mourning, and, with mistaken delicacy, was left to do—nothing. 1 Had;Uncle Ritson known it, or how 1 spent my time, he would have shaken me up like a bottle of physic, and I should have been the better for it. But whether on foot, or horseback, or in his ancient gig, he was jjff in a morning, and frequently was absent all the day. His patients were scattered, and his rounds extended. I, having no occupation for hands or

energies, feeling myself something apart from the rest, was off and away up the breezy hillsides to the lonely margin of the lake, or into the most secluded glens, my only Companion my faithful dog; and there, where there was only the wind to answer me, 1 poured forth all the pent-up feelings of my heart; and oft my gusts of passion found utterance in song. At times I took a pencil and sketch book with me in these wanderings; but there was ever one figure in the foreground of the most picturesque scene, and often enough the figure was there alone, the adjuncts all forgotten. At first Bella or Winnie had borne me company, but I think they saw my longing to be alone; and I had my way, not without many cautions from my aunt. . What were perils to me, chafing against the restraint of my father’s will, crying from the depths of my inmost heart for the banished love, who would never find me in those solitudes, and longing for wings to traverse land and.sea until I found my home on his faithful bosom? Lost in abstractions, all danger was forgotten, and I had paid the penalty but for a guardian angel little dreamed of. My first peril was from the mountain mist, which came down and around me with bewildering suddenness, blotting out the landscape far and near. Still, I thought I knew my way, and was stepping onward, though with caution, when my dress was clutched from behind, as I fancied by some bush. Turning to disentangle it, I was confronted with what seemed an awful apparition looming through the misty veil, and with a suppressed cry, I stood still in affright. I saw a woman’s form, bent with age, a face intersected with lines and wrinkles like a map, from which nose and chin stood out like mountain peaks, and the sunken eyes gleamed like the fiery depths of two volcanic craters. “Stop, my leddy!” she cried, “the gates of death are open before ye! Tak’ my hand and let me lead you; and thank God, my bairn, that Elspa was near you in your peril.” I had heard of Elspa as a woman who dealt in herbs and simples, but 1 had heard of her as one with an uncanny reputation. ’She was spoken of as “ the wise woman,” but her words were uttered as if they meant “witch.” I confess I was half afraid to accept her guidance, but she stamped her foot, and, by gesture strong as words, gave me to understand that I had been walking toward a precipice, and three steps further would have borne me to destruction.

What landmark she had I know not, but I think she seemed to feel her way with her feet. At all events, after about an hour’s cautious stepping, we stood below the mist, the blue lake gleaming like a mirror still further down, and my uncle’s house within sight. Conscious of the service she had rendered, I did not confine my thanks to words, but was liberal with my coin. As she took “ the siller,” she scanned my face curiously, then seized my hand and peered into it closely, while a sort of creepy sensation (excusable in a girl of nineteen) stole over me “ Once, twice, thrice! Three perils, my bonnie leddy. One is past. The ithers lie before. Perils of your ain seeking. The gates of death stand in the path of your true love. Open them not with rash or heedloas hands before the year be out, or love may mourn for love that couldna bide. The air of mountain and of lake is na. gude for ye, bairn. Keep mair at hame and dinna be misdoubtin’. There’s a gude God above a’! Remember! One danger is overpast. Tak’ heed ye seek not the ithers; and dinna scoff at old Elspa’s warning words;” The old woman trotted off with her basket on her arm, a rusty black bonpet on her head, garments poor, but clean, and only a small check woolen handkerchief to protect her from the chilly mountain mists. I had scarcely decided whether to laugh at her maundcrings ortoyieldto the superstitious feeling she had awakened, when I opened the house-door to find all within in a state of excitement. It was long past our dinner hour, and my absence had qlarmed them. Of course, I explained the cause of ray delay, and it was only by Aunt Ritson’s agitation that I fully comprehended the danger 1 had escaped. I think her motherly concern made me more communicative than usual. —=====

We were still speakingof Elspa when my uncle came in. “Ah!” said he, as Winnie helped him oil with his overcoat, “Ah! my dear, you might thank your stars Elspa was on the mountain-side. I dare say she had followed you. The old Scotchwoman is shrewd and far-seeing; she has turned her eighty years’ experience to account, has a good practical knowledge of common ailments and curative simples. 1 should lose my own credit or I might do worse than take her as an assistant;” and he laughed. “Then she can read character with any physiognomist in. the world, and the silly folk think her prophetic, when she is only clear-eyed.” 1 think uncle was using an invisible probe. I know I colored, and he laughed again, but said nothing—nor did 1. The excitement had not all been on my account. Bella had received an invitation to spend some months with a newly-married friend in London, and good-natured Winnie was in high glee. Even aunt acknowledged it was “ a chance not to be missed, if possible;” and I saw her glance furtively in Uncle Ritson’s face, which I fancied was graver than usual. Still, possibilities were”not discussed in my presence. It was not until I had retired to my own pretty room for the night, that I overheard the sisters discussing the problem, unmindful of the thin partition between the head of my bed and theirs. I found that money—or its scarcity —stood in the way, and heard the chances of the matrimonial market calculated with'a balance greatly in favor of London. Money! How I hated the word! I would have given every shilling 1 possessed to be assured that Edgar Neville was true to me, and would seek me out when the period of probation prescribed by my father was gone by. Bttt’ where could he seek for me ? Correspondence had been forbidden, He knew not my address, and my father had withheld Edgar’s from me. An, how he repented before he died! How glad he would have been to have left me in those strong, protective arms! T soon bridged the monetary difficulty over in spite of my uncle’s opposition, and I think I showed something of my old self in the spirit with which I entered into the needful preparations for Miss Ritson’s launch on the sea of London society, little thinking what might be its import to myself.

It was May when she went I suggested that she should lighten her mourning, being about to visit a bride —a hint she beamed glad to take, for her pretty lavender bonnet set off her shoe much better than her heavy crape. She kissed me very heartily before she got into the gig beside her father, to be driven to the station, to which her boxes had already been dispatched, and 1 felt more satisfied with myself than 1 had done since I had crossed the Cumberland border. Letters filled with the wonders she -had seen and the places she bad visited broke up the monotony of our lives. Then came one from Hastings, in which she told of her introduction to a Mr. Neville. I think my pulse stopped as Winpie read out the name. I know aunt asked me if I was ill—if the heat was top much for me. But I drew myself together, said “ nothing” was the matter and tried to convince' myself that the name was a common one. Again and again we heard of this same Mr. Neville, and my heart began to be torn with doubts and suspicions, and a very demon of jealousy seemed to take possession of my breast. I felt assured that Bella was in love with him, and that he was the Edgar Neville of my adoration; all that she stated of his appearance and family were convincing. At length a Tetter came, addressed in a manly hand to Uncle Ritson, with Edgar’s well-known crest upon the seal. It was a proposal for my cousin’s hand. My head swam round, but I summoned courage to ask Mr. Neville’s Christian name. He had merely signed J. E. Neville. - — — Ah, that was it, sure enough—John Edgar! I had my back toward my uncle, standing in the doorway, as I asked. No one noticed how I staggered into the hall, or how I snatched, my hat from the stand and darted up the jnoyntain side to cool my fevered broy and still my throbbing pulses. How I went or where I went I could never remember; I have some recollection of falling as I bounded across a beck, of old Elspa’s face bending over me, and then no more, until I found myself in my own snowy bed, with Winnie watching me ana an array of physic bottles on the window seat.

Elspa had found me where I had fallen, half in half out of the stream. Unable to drag me thence she had summoned help with a peculiar whistle she kept suspended to her girdle, the shrill note of which no shepherd dared to disobey. It brought a couple of shepherds to the spot I was lifted out of the stream —she had already bathed my brow and plastered up my temple—and then I was carried slowly down, to interrupt the answer Uncle Ritson was sending to Bella and Mr. Neville. My fall and the immersion were accredited with the prolonged fever which almost baffled my good uncle’s skill. If anyone suspected otherwise it was old Elspa, but she was too “ wise” to revert to the subject when she came to see me ere my convalescence. " Very slow was my recovery, retarded no doubt by the scraps Winnie read to me as pleasant news from her sister’s letters. It was now “ Eddie” this, or “ Eddie” that; and as I shut my eyes and ground my teeth, the better to endure, I felt indignant that my noble Edgar should have a pet name like a baby. To me he had the majesty of a Monarch. How could she address him so? I was down-stairs before the Christmas came, able and willing to assist my aunt in her multitudinous preparations, and tried to smile and look gratified during the Christmas merrymaking. I had heard, but hardly seemed to realize, that Bella was to be married early in the new year, and that she and her husband would come to spend the honeymoon with us, and I was doing my best to nerve myself for the ingThe old year was closing in. Elspa —who else? —came up to the house with a letter she had found lying in a by-road. It should have been delivered some days previously; and it was supposed that the postman had taken more drink than was good for him during the Christmas “ cairdings,” and dropped it by the way.

Goodness! how that letter stunned me! Bella was by that time married. She and her husband were to be with us on New Year’s Day, and they should bring with them a New Year’s gift for Cousin Adela, as a thank offering for bringing them together. Their photographs were inclosed. . I saw only the one. Yes, it was Edgar’s. There was no mistake. The house was at once in a bustle of preparation. Again I slipped out, to hide my agony and prepare myself for the coming trial. Dreamily I went along. I saw nothing before me but that meeting on the morrow and the revelation it was sure to bring. My mind seemed a chaos, in which thought was lost. All at once I found myself on the reedy margin of the lake, as the silver circle of the moon was rising above the mountain-tops. And there I stood, looking on the dark waters, whilst something seemed to whisper to me that there was peace; that I need not meet the proud bride and my inconstant love unless I chose; that I might bide my sorrows and secrets there, and none be the wiser. My foot was on the brink. There was a step on the stones behind me. I turned; and I think my half-formed purpose was visible in my face, as I once more confronted old Elspa, weird and witch-like in the moonlight, a warning finger held up. Sharp were her words, sharp as my need. She bade me go down on my knees, and thank God that He had sent her to save me from my third peril—the peril of body and soul. What was I puling over? What right had Ito fling away the life that was given for the service of others? How dared I tempt death, loving the creature more than the Creator? She had heard mo raving, to the winds when I thought myself alone, and had kept a watch upon me. —Arid she bide me go back home, and pray to be forgiven, and to “ trust the Lord to make His dark ways plain.” She took me by the hand and led me back like a penitent child; said to my aunt that she thought I was not well, and, by her leave, would witch me through the night. Something she gave me, too, and I slept. When I awoke, a chaise wa%at the gate, and, before I could fasten my dress with iny trembling fingers, Bella had burst in, radiant with happiness, and flung her arms around me, “Come. Adela, make haste!” said she. **• Edward is aiympatience te see you and show you our Now Year’s gift.” . '

’ “Edward!” I gasped. “Yes, my dear, Edward! Did you not know his name?”, It was •n a tangle. I followed her to the living-room below, Where the great holly bush,was hanging, and there stood a stranger, who was introduced to me as James Edward Neville, my jjew cousin—and surely, too, Edgar, my own Edgar; for he held out his arms and caught me as I was falling. He had beeatest naan at his cousin's wedding, and Bella had only seen him a few days previously. ’ The postmms must have lost another letter, one Edgar had sent to me. The photograph had been inclosed by -mistake. The other would be in the lost letter. Old Elspa kept my secret well. But I never forgot the lesson she had taught me; and, though Edgar carried me away from Cumberland as proud a wife as Bella, we took good care of old Elspa for the rest of her days.—CasselCs Magazine.

Good Milkers.

The above caution we purpose to use in two senses—first as applied to cows. The breeders of “milking strains of blood” in the various kinds of cattle, when their stock is put on sale, give statistics of milking qualities which, in some instances, are quite startling. It is worth while when one is starting a herd of cattle intending to grow into something excellent for daily purposes, to look well to the “ strain of blood” pedigree and all that, and not to forget, the milking statistics; but one fact must not be forgotten, and it is this, that all good breeds are originated by extra care as well as selection. The majority of people who buy cows, purchase for their own use one or two. They want good milkers, and let it be said in their favor that it is not all-important that they should search the hera-books or study the families to aid in this selection. Through the country are scattered grade cattle of merit as milkers, and mahy of them are outside of any connection with the prominent milking families. Once get hold of a comj that under ordinary treatment gives a good quantity of milk and of fair quality, and then give her the extra attention that the breeders give their cows which are “fed for statistics” and a record can be made that will astonish the owner. Other things being equal, it is the feed (hat makes the rank. The reason that we hafe no better average of milkers through the country is that we have very few good feeders. The question should not be “ how little feed can I employ and get through?” but “ how much feed of the proper quality can I employ to increase the flow of milk?” There is something in breeds, to be sure, but the fact must not be ignored that proper food and discretionary feeding are at the bases of all the breeds. We know of numbers of instances when single cows through extra care have made great milk records. Truly, it may be argued by the breeders of fine stock, these cows’ progeny may not inherit the milking qualities of the mothers, and hence are worthless breeders. This may be true, but as long as among all the cattle that are put upon the market we can buy cows of excellent milking qualities, and we are not going into the breeding business, we must not decry a good milker without a pedigree or a name better than “oldSukie,” for the sake of elevating one no better whose grandmother was a Duchess and whose grandfather was a Duke. The proposition we wish to make emphatic is that a good milker must have good care, good feed and plenty of it, and to her owner, who cares only for the milk, her name or parentage is of little consequence. The second sense in which we use our headline refers to those who draw the milk from the cows. We have known cows to give very poor milk in small quantity simply because it was drawn by poor hands. It is certainly “ something of a trick ” to milk a cow properly. The man who talks loud, storms at his cow if she moves, kicks her if she does not “ hoist,” and will stop when half done to tell a story before finishing, never ought to own a cow or have a drink of good milk. The maid who, with unkept pail and dirtv hands, and head full of dreams, dallies at her milking and leaves a part of the milk undrawn, will never be successful as a dairywoman. It requires common sense, kindness, quick movement and interest in the work to make a good milker. One who hates to milk should never have it to do. It is a credit to any farmer's boy or girl to be able to draw the milk from a cow expeditiously, thoroughly and neatly, but among them all there are very few that can do it. — Detroit Free Press.

Poisonous Paints and Wall Papers.

Dr. H. C. Bartlett, in a paper read at the Cheltenham (Eng.) Congress of the Social Science Association, said- “ Until the autumn of last year I was unable to form any accurate idea of the frequency of cases of severe illness occasioned by poisonous paints and wallpapers. I had. it is true, within my own professional experience, known of several fearful outbreaks of lead-poi-soning among the work-people employed in white lead works, and among painters and others working in an atmosphere heavily laden with saturnine vapors given off in the process of applying such paint, or during its drying. I had also been consulted in a great many instances respecting wallpapers, which were suspected of being colored with arsenic, in consequence of illness of the type recognized as arising from these sources. But when I was requested by Mr. Jabez Hogg, the well-known surgeon and microscopist, to furnish some particulars of the more striking cases I bad investigated, to be laid before Government, I was astonished to find that during the last eleven years I have traced back.,no less than 123 cases of illness attributable either to the diffusion of carbonate of lead (common white paint! or to arsenical or antimonial coloring matters in paint or on wallpapers. Others have been working in the same field of observation, and of those who have witnessed the danger of permitting the use of poisonous pigments and wall-papers, I could mention the testimony of eminent medical men, analytical chemists and others who have recently protested against the employment of such deleterious substances.” “NSw IDrlbanm will continue to be the capital of Louisiana, the proposition to remove the seat of government to Baton Rouge having been defeated by some 5,000 votes. Btv.Wk. H. enxrMAX, Pastor of M. B.| Church, Georgetown. d/C., write*: “Having bad an opportunity to test the excellent quai. itiesof Dr. Bull's Cough Syrup. I hesitate not to say, it I* the best remedy 1 bare ever used in my family.’’

HOME, FARM AND GARDEN.

—The following brevities are mostly taken from the agricultural column* of the lowa State Register: It is wisdom to go into farming gradually—not to jump into it. Kindness to stock, like good shelter, saves feed and adds flesh. No smoking should be allowed about barns—nor any other place. A lump of rock salt should always be where the cows can. have access to it. One farmer tells the secret of his success thus: “Though a farmer, I could never feel it was right for me to be a •mudsill.” A good pile of dry wood, cut right for the stove, and piled in some dry place, is a good thing to preserve the peace of the family. Now is the time. Scaly legs in fowls are caused by a parasitic mite which burrows under the skin of the shank and feet. They may be destroyed by applying a mixture of lard and kerosene oil. It is said that a small quantity of sassafras bark mixed with dried fruit will keep it free from worms for years. The bark is easily obtainable, and the experiment worth trying. Mix lightly one pound of Graham flour with a pint of thick, sweet cream; add salt, roll thin and bake as other pastry, and you will have a fine Graham pastry. Spread out on our wide prairies, hurried in business from spring to fall, if the farmer does not in winter cultivate the social affections by associations, he loses nearly all there is in life worth living for. Winter is the time for the limbs and muscles to rest, and for the activity of the brain and intellectual energies. If the farmer neglects these, he is forfeiting his best opportunities and interests.

When acid has been dropped on any article of clothing, apply liquid ammonia to kill the acid; then apply chloroform to restore the color. This process will prove effectual. Rats and mice will go into a trap much more readily if a small piece of looking-glass be put in any part of the trap where they can see themselves reflected. They mistake the reflection for another rat, and where others go they follow. Potatoes stored in cellars are in some cases rotting. To check or prevent this, keep the cellar as cool as possible without freezing. Then scatter quicklime over them. This is of -threefold benefit. It keeps them from rotting, makes the potatoes drier and better and disinfects the atmosphere, preserving the family from malarial fevers. H. W. Fyffe, of lowa City, gives this prescription for treatment of hogs: “ Take one peck of ashes, four pounds of salt, one pound of black antimony, seven pounds of copperas, one pound of sulphur, » quart (or one-eighth pound) of saltpeter; pound the ingredients fine and mix them well, and keep them constantly in a trough by itself. Each hog* will eat what he needs of the medicine from day to day. See that it is kept in a dry place from the rain and storms.

Aerial Locomotion.

A citizen of Indianapolis, who has for years made the subject of aerial navigation his special study, has at last perfected a method which he believes, when fully developed, will supply a safe, enjoyable and practicable apparatus for traveling in the air. The model of his invention was shown to a Journal reporter on Saturday and its details explained. The plan is not that of a flying-machine or a balloon with a steerage apparatus, or similar in any respect to the thousand and one expedients that have hitherto been tried and failed. But its leading idea has undoubtedly been suggested by the experiments made during the FrancoFrussian War, and more recently in Faris and London with the captive .balloon. A favorite amusement with many persons in those cities who desired to.experienco the sensation of a balloon voyage without subjecting themselves to its accompanying risks and dangers has been to take an excursion heavenward in the aerial ship as far as the rope would allow and then to return to terra finna to renew their acquaintanceship with things mundane. But a voyage of that kind was of no {Tactical use for the purposes of travel. t only afforded an opportunity for a good bird’s-eye view over a vast stretch of country. The idea of the Indianapolis citizen has been, however, to supply a safe and pleasant mode of travel ifom place to place, in an aerial car, which, while buoyed up after the manner of a balloon, has also, to a certain extent, the means of self-propulsion, and is connected all the time with the ground over which it travels. His working model shows quite clearly the mechanical apparatus by which he proposes to accomplish this difficult and hitherto impossible task, and he has in preparation a larger model which he expects to have ready for exhibition within a few days, when a detailed description can more properly be given. Meanwhile, he has made the necessary application for a patent, and expects to ask the City Council at an early day for permission to make the necessarypreparations for establishing an experimental aerial line between the’eity and the stockyards. He anticipates that the aerial "ear to be constructed will be from seventy-five to one hundred feet in length and capable of holding more people than an ordinary railroad car. Ana he sees no reason why the invention may not be made applicable for traversing long distances as well as short routes. In fact, his anticipation is that, sooner or later, the idea he has partially developed will be utilized to the extent of providing aerial transit across the Continent. Journal.

—A strange history has been brought to light by the recent death of Sarah Coffrin, a lonely and mysterious character, at Essex, Vt Over twenty years ago, while living in a happy home at Waterbury, she married a dissipated fellow named Williams, against tlje wishes of her parents, and soon after he deserted her and went West. She also and her friends supposed she had followed her husband. Instead of doing so, went to Essex and lived in solitude and obscurity, refusing to divulge the secret of her home ana relatives till she died, and now for the first time her friends have learned of her whereabouts. “-The sexton of Dagenham Parish* Essex, in England, was' buried alive while digging a grave.

Bogus Certificates.

It is no vile drugged stuff, pretending to be made of wondetful foreign roots, harks, etc., and puffed up by long bogus certificates of pretended miraculous cures, but a simple, ppre, effectiyef medicine, made of well-known valuable remedies, that-Urnishes its WWIUSirII flea te by ftScures. We leferto HopTs:t--ters, the purest and test of med ciues. See “Truths” -nd "Proverbs” ip another column,

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Music Books For Presents. Gems of Englllh Song. [ (Hew Enlarged Edition.) i Sunshine of Song. J ‘ n tloth w-oo Cluster of Gems. j 1, “ 00 Clarke’s Reed Organ f * 2BO Melodies. \ Them are samples of 50 or more tine collections of bound music, each containing 200 to 250 large pages of the best songs cr pieces. The “ Cluster" Is Oiled with rather difficult Piano Music. and “Clarite's” with the be-st-arranged Koed Organ Music extant. Elegant Books of Musical Literature, Gilt-edged, Interesting, are the Lives of Mendelssohn, Schumann and Mozart <41.75 each). and other Great Masters; KITTKH'W HINTOKY OF MUM IO (2 vols., each 41.50), and Urbino's Musical Biographies (41.75). Also, many attractive collections of Christmas Carols, the splendid Hunllght or Hong (Illustrated), the Mother Ooosei Illustrated), that will throw the little ones Into ecstacies, and many others. Stainer’s Dictionary of Musical Terms, (45.00) Is a magnificent, Illustrated Musical Encyclopodla, of great permanent value. • 4<*Auy Hi wk mailed, post-free, for retail prioe. LYON & HEALY, Chicago. OU IKK DITMI.Y A CO.. Boston. PBOViatlW. “ The Richest Blood, Sweetest Breatl and fairest Skin in Hop Bitters.” “ A little Hop Bitters save* big doctor bills and long sickness.” “That invalid wife, mother, sister or child can be made the picture of health with Hop Bitters.” “ When worn down and ready to take your bed, Hop Bitters is what you need.” “ Don’t physic and physic, for it weakens and destroys, but take Hop Bitters, that build up continually.” “ Physicians of all schools use and recommend Hop Bitters. Test them.*" “ Health is beauty and joy—Bitters gives health and beauty.” “There are more cures made with Hop 'Jitters than all other -uedieines.” “ Whet the b r ait it wearied, the nerves unstrung, the muscles weak, use Hop Bitters.” “ That low, nervous fever, want of sleep and weakness, calls for Hop Bitters.” Hop Cough Cure and Pain Belief 1* Pleasant, Sure and Cheap. rar Salt bg AU Druggists. Hop Bitten MFg Co.. Rochester, If. Y. r

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