Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 19, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 3 November 1883 — Page 2

THE MAIL!

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TERRE HAUTE, NOV. 3, 1883.

TWO EDITIONS

Of this Paper are published. he FIRST EDITION, on Thursday Evening bas a large circulation in the surrounding towns, wbere it is sold by newsboys and agents. "Hie SECOND EDITION, on Saturday Evening, goes into the hands of nearly every reading person in the city, and the farmers xf this immediate vicinity. Bvery Week's lame is, In fact,

TWO NEWSPAPERS,

In which all Advertisements appear for THE PRICE OF ONE ISSUE.

DEATH WARNINGS.

Strange Visions Foreboding r^Doom and Disaster.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PHENOMENA.

Messages Conveyed From the Dead to the Living Through Unknown^Medla.

A number ol acquaintances were together recently, when the conversation turned on the subject of premonitions of death-warnings. No oneconfessed to a belief in such things, but each had a well-authenticated instance to relate which no one was able to explain.

Said one "I am not prepared to say whether I do or do not believe in premonitions. What I am going to relate happened under my own observation, and made a lasting impression on me. Several years ago three of us were rooming together on Walnut bills. One of the number was formerly from Maysville, Kya man without any nonsense in him in regard to anything. Of bis father's family be often spoke, and particularly of a little half brother, for whom he seemed to have more than a brother's affection. One night, probably about two o'alock, we were awakened by

A CBY OF DISTRESS

from onr friend in another bed. We found him sitting upright and wide awake. In explanation of the cry he said he had just that minute seen his little half brother die. We tried to reason him out of such an idea, but he simply replied "I will not subject myself to your ridicule by saying anything more about it, but my fears will be confirmed when morning comes." Sure enough, on the arrival of the first omnibus from the city in the morning camea messenger boy with a telegram announcing the death of the little half brother in Maysville. I know all this to be true. Make yout own explanations." "Some of yooftknow," said another, "that my poor mother

DIED IN AN INSANE ASYLUM

a few years ago. My oldest brother enlisted during the first months of the late war. I can just remember the fact from some of the incidents connected with his departure for camp. Three days later, before any word had been reoelved from him, my mother aroused the household with her screams. It was about ten o'clock at night, the family, including my mother, having retired early. Mother said she had seen Tom in her sleep

LYING ON A OOT, DEAD,

with a fearful wound In his left breast. It was in vain that she was told that it an oame about by her anxiety to hear from him. and the piotures she had drawn of the horrors of battle. She would believe nothing exoept that her boy was dead. We iivc^ several miles from a telegraph office, but early in the morning father rode over and telegraphed to the captain of the oompany. While he waited, the answer oome: "Tom was accidentally stabbed to death last night. Particulars by mall." The particulars were that Tom, in attempting to separate two men who were fighting,

RECEIVED A FATAL KNIFE WOUND in the left breast. My poor mother never knew when the body arrived. From the moment that the contents of the telegram were made known to her she became a maniac, and died after ten years of suffering without ever seeming to recognise either of the three young children who were left worse than mother-

"When I was a boy," said a third,"my mother had a young lady doing some sewing for her. She was regarded as a most remarkable girl. Deeply religious, she carried her profession into her every-day life. Her prayers and exhortations were remarakble for oneso young and uneducated. Her life was a beautiful one in every respect. One winter's night she and my mother were sitting by the fire after having put up their sewing when she astonished my mother by asking whether she thought persons were ever

WARNED OF TBTETR APPROACHING DEATH. I was a small boy, and my presence was not regarded of any moment. My mother made an evasive reply, and the young lady related the following: "One year ago to-night my two sisters and myself were sleeping in one room, they in one bed and 1 in the other. I was awakened in some manner, I could not tell how.hnt with the most delightful feeling I ever experienced. I hesitated to open my eyes, although I was wide wake, lest the delightful sensation 1 felt would leave me. I did open my eyes, however. The moon was shining brightly in the room, and for a moment I saw nothing unusual, while my eyes oanght *ight of a little child standing on the foot of my bed. I was not frightened and do not believe I was surprised. It all seemed as natural and apart of the pleasant waking I had just experienced that I walled to see what else would come. In a moment the child said:

"foe Willi UVK JUST THREE YEAR*,'* and it was gone. I Hid not awaken ray sisters, but the next morning related the circumstance at the breakfast table. They ail laughed at me except father, who looked serious, and has treated me with greater tenderness ever since. I bettor* I am going to die at the time designated, bat I am making no preparation fwrtbeevetit beyond trying how much good 1 can do in the shoctttme I am to stay here." I resolved to watch the dale, but boy-like, it all passed from my mind. I only remember that two winter* after, one coo! Christmas day, I drove mv a*oth#r In a sleigh

TO ATTEND THE FUNERAL S

of her young girl friend. She bad been sick nearly all winter, and probably died at the very date that she said she would." "I believe I have never related this before," said another. "My father had been an invalid for several years, bnt of late he bad not seemed any more likely to die suddenly than for years before. We lived many miles apart, and certainly not a day passed that I did not think of him, but I had ceased to feel that constant anxiety that clung to me the first year or two of his illness. One night after I bad retired I lay wide awake, and with my face toward the front side of bed. Suddenly I amagined that MY FATHER WAS STANDING BESIDE THE

BED

looding at me. Do not understand me to mean that I saw him. If any of you will close your eyes, by the exertion of your imagination you can, of course, bring any object before you. That was my situation, except that I did not purposely employ my imagination. The vision came instantly and nnsought. This is as plain as I can make it. He did not appear as I had last seen him, seemingly free from suffering and in the very best humor. A pleasant smile was on his face, as I had not seen in twenty years. It was all over in a moment. I opened my eyes involuntarily, and, of conrse, saw nothing. I did not sleep for some hoars, and when I did fall to sleep I was disturbed by dreams, and got up in the morning unrefreshed and went to my place of business. About 8 o'clock I was handed A telegram, and realized what it meant. For a minute I was engaged, and put the telegram in my pocket, When I was disengaged, which was almost immediately, 1 commenced making arrangements to be absent, and was reminded by an associate that I had not read my telegram. I was so well satisfied what it contained that I bad unthinkingly allowed it to remain unopened. The reading confirmed my fears. He had

DIED SUDDENLY THE NIGHT BEFORE, and was dead perhaps a minute before anyone knew it. Was it then that his spirit appeared at my bedside? I do not know, Dut the time corresponded exactly."

One of the company had said nothing daring the entire conversation. He was asked for his experience, and ^fory unexpectedly to most of the company he haa one to give. "As you all know, I have a wife and children, and I do not need to tell you that I am happily married. Away back in boyhood like most boys, I had a "first love." They are often laughed at and seldom make matches, but I believe that those early loves leave lasting impressions apd should not be made light of.

WE WERE SEPARATED

in the most natural way, and years later we both married. We never met, and so far as I am able to judge, no regret marred the happiness of either of us. Such separations are regarded as nataral and necessary but I want to put on record here that I never thought of her without recalling the pleasant emotions of her early love, and which I believe are never felt in any future attachments, however true and warm they may be. One night, when I had certainly not thought of her for months, I was awakened oy what I then thought and still believe was

A KISS ON MY FOREHEAD,

and she stood beside me in plain view. It was only for a moment, and the incident, imaginary or real, did not disturb me enough to keep me awake for five minutes. A week later I heard of her death. Good-night, gentleman: I did not know it was so late."

The company rose up, and the writer has given a faithful recital from memory of the so-called Incident as related in the order given.

IN A DENTISTS CHAIR.

WOMAN'S PLUCK AND MAN'S COWARDICE.

"No," said the dentiBt, "I never tell women anything but the truth. If I tell a man an operation may be painful he is apt to find some excuse for delaying it, or even dodging it altogether. But a woman would deliberately walk to the chair if she thought her head were to be yanked off. Give me a woman for cool pluck every time." "But children "It is both wrong and foolish to deceive a child about such things. If he is told he is not to be hurt, and then is hurt, he will never take your word again, and will hate you, and resort to almost anv means to keep away from a dental office afterward. I always tell a child the operation will hurt a little, bat that I will be careful. I can usually play on a child's pride, and make him very brave. If he is handled properly he will train his pluck for the most painful operation, and usually when he is dismissed from the chair he is surprised that the pain has been no more severe. You know the extent af pain, or, indeed, of everything, is apt to be measured by comparison with one's expectation of what is to be dene." "You have to deceive men, do you?" "Yes, generally. They are consummate cowards. Yesterday I made one of my frieuds pull his own tooth." "How?" "He wished me to look at his teeth and tell him what they required, and was very careful to Instruct me to do nothing more than to look at them. I found one that could not be saved, and should be extracted at once. I slipped some forceps in my pocket when he was not lookiug, and went on fumbling about his face, occasionally putting a finger into his eye, until he concluded it was safer to keep bis peepers closed. By quick and precise work I laid hold on the tooth with the forceps before be knew what was up, but as soon as he felt the pSn he grabbed my hand and

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way so frantically as to throw tooth, and all through the win­

dow in front of him/'

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THANKFUL BUT CURIOUS. "My poor child," said the good old nurse, as she led the boy oat of the sick man's chamber, "I've got bad news for von. The doctor tells me it is the will of the Lord your father should die."

During the night there was a radical change for tbe better in the patient's symptoms, and when the day dawned he was declared out of danger. Meeting the lad on his way down stajra the nurse joyfully announced the father's convalescence. "Be thankful, Jimmy." she sad, "that Providence has resolved to spate yoor father's life."

Perhaps Jimmy wis thankful, bat all he remarked was: Nan. what do suppose tbe Lord hi* mind for?

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mation and checks decay' 2 all pains are speedily cured by its use.

HEAD WORK AS AGAINST HANDWORK. ..We can readily understand why a farmer who rises at7 in the morning, and spend two or three hours of every fair day in the town or village talking politics, does not prosper at farming. We Bay sometimes, perhaps heartlessly, that he does not deserve to succeed, and that we have no sympathy for him. But most of as will not have to look very far to find another farmer who we rarely see away from home, bnt who is generally found plodding at bis work, and yet this farmer is not growing richer, but rather poorer, How are we to acobunt for this?

We once knew a very skillful and industrious carriage manufacturer who failed in his business after along and hard straggle. Another succeeded him, and tbe tables were turned at once. With no other facilities that tbe first enjoyed, the new comer soon built up a thriving and profitable townees. He was once asked why his predecessor met with so single a failure. He replied: "He worked to much he spent his time at the bench when he ought to have been attending to his saleeana purchases, and overseeing his workmen." Is not this answer suggestive. May it not account for the facl that some of the most industrious farmers never rise above mediocrity? Some farmers certainly do overestimate the importance of the labor of their own hands.

Suppose a man has two teams and four men at work on his farm. It is obviously of greater importance that he sbonld keep all advantageously employed every hour in the day than that bis own hands should be kept constantly busy. Few men are able to do good hand work and good head work to at the same time. Better lay by the hoe or pitchfork and plan the work so that every stroke shall, count, and so that there shall be no delays or blunders. Every farmer should have a carefully laid plan for every day's operation before beginning work in tbe morning. Without such forethought things cannot go on smoothly. The whimetrees will be needed on the wagon when they are three fields away on the plow the hay rack will have to be repaired after the hay is ready to haul to the barn: or the team and men will be kept waiting to grease a hot axle. Tbe farmer who keeps himself wearied and worried with manual labor is in a poor condition for plan-wisdom. His mind will be hampered and fretted, an annoyances that would scarcely raffle a peaceful mind are enough to lash his troubles spirit into a foam. Things seen arrayed against him—not because they are so, but because he is overtaxing himself.

The farmer mbst make a difference between his own work and that of his hired man, or he will sooner or later fail in body and in business. His man has but one subject to engross his attention, the work upon which he is engaged but with the farmer there are many weighty questions to be considered, rhere is the arrangment and timing of of his work. There is the subject of implements and machinery, of farm improvements, of rotation of crops and of varieties, all important questions. There is the commercial aspect of his business, which he certainly connot afford to overlook. If he deals .frith these subjects wisely he does well without patting his own hand to the plow. It is a poor business man whose head is not worth more than his hands.

There are doubtless farmers to whose moderate manual labor is a true pleasure. It is not work as a pleasure that we are denouncing, but work as a duty. The farmer whose mind is so large and whose farm is so small that the care of it is no burden' and who takes delight in moving his fertile soil and his golden grain with his own hands, is of all men the most enviable. Bat we all agree that such men are two few. We find many more who come to the shady side of life with tbe back bent with tbe toil and the brow furrowed with care. It is for this class that these words are meant.

MAD BEEN THERE.

"Have you ever been in prison?" asked a badgering lawyer of a modest witness, whom he was trying to bully.

The witness did not answer, "Come, now, speak up, no concealment. Have you ever been in prison, sir?" "Yea, sir, onoe," answered the witness, looking modestly down to the floor. "Yes, I. thought sa. Now. when? When were you in prison, sir?" "In 1888." "Where, sir?"

The witness hesitated. "Come, own up, now, no dodging," screamed the lawyer. "Now, where were you in prison, sir?" "In—in—in—" "Don't stammer, sir! Out with it Where was it?" "In—in Andersonvllle, sir."

There was a moment's painful pause. Then the lawyer, who was an old soldier, put his hand to the forehead as if a pistol shot had struck him, while the tears came to his eyes. Then jumping forward, he clasped his arms around the witnesss' neck, and exclaimed: "My God! I was there myself!"

HOW LADIES CAN BE MADE TALLER. Toronto Globe.

A scientific journal records a late invention bv which ladies are to be made taller. The woman who is to undergo this process is encased in a very tight corset, and her feet are placed in shoes weighted with fifty pounds of lead each. She is then placed in a machine consisting of a ring, which encircles her waist, ana suspended from the oeiling at such a height as to prevent her feet from touching the ground. The pressure of tbe corset forces the upper part of the lady upward, and the weight of the shoes stretches her from tbe waist downward. It is estimated that the extreme length to which the spine can be stretched by tbe process thus described is two indies, and that the knee and hip joints can be stretched an inch and a half more. Thus three inches and a half can be added to the bright of almost any woman who has the courage to undergo the trouble and pain necessarily connected with a stretching process lasting, with brief intervals, daring five or six months

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THE BURIAL OF BABY. A SCENE IN AN INDIANA VILLAGE.

'9 Ben Wilde in Chicago News. The little black bear hearse came out one day and signaled the village to cease all work. Slowly the low-headed horses dragged the vehicle of death through the main street, and sadly the villagers followed on. The day was likd sabbath, Sanctified by the'resting of a soul after life's fitful fever. At the little white church the driver reined his horses about and backed them to the side walk as carefully as if his passenger were a nervous, pain-racked invalid and he her doting father. The doors at the rear were opened as cautiously as if the sleeper within were likely to be startled from a heavenly dream by the faintest sound,' and tenderly the bears lifted the little white coffin and carried it through the files of sad-faced villagers into the sanctuary. where angels of Almighty God stana guard over loving hearts and pure confiding faith* Tne minister arose in "bis place and said "Let us pray." And they did pray, every one. The homely words that fell from the pulpit were caught In open hearts and washed in the warm blood of human sympathy until they shone as the highest-polished gems of eloquence. There were no tricks of rhetoric, no studied periods, no gestures practiced at the beveled pier glass. The heart suggested what the tongue should say and this was prayer.

Then came the hymn. No batoned chorister beat the air or counted off the bars no gilded organ piped an artful prelude. A strong-voiced layman led the song and everybody followed. Timorous maidens, shy of other lovers, leaned on Jesus' mighty arm, and saDg into his willing ear—

Jesus lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll.

While the tempest still is nigh.

Strong men in tears lent their tottervolces to the grand petitionHide me, O my Savior, hide,,

Till the storm of life Is past

«. Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last— V"' And the whole a plaintive mass of soulful song, was sent on higu to oleave the skies and float away, away, up through the pearly gates, along the golaen street unto the pure white throne where sits tbe King of kings to judge the hearts of men. No purchased trills that die upon the lips no sharp staccato notes that wound the nataral ear and stick their shining spears of heartless song no salaried soprano, with her liquid runs, chromatic npplings, like taunting laughter In the face of deep despair: no practical basso prouder of his tones' than of their purpose. This was a chorus of loving hearts o'erfiowed with precious sympathy every word a mighty argument, every measure a chord of heavenly harmony, thorning tbe world-tuned ear perhaps, but strewing fragrant roses on the soul immortal. And tnen a spell of dense and thoughtful silence, flecked only by the soft, low sobs of a loving mother who had come to say the last farewell to all that remained of her dimpled darling. Of what was she thinking? Did she wander back to the bright days when this clammy mold before ner was a laughing cherub, making her heart merry with Its guileless pranks? Did the tear that went slowly down her blanched cheek come from a recollection of the bright summer morning when this happy prattler ran to her with chubby little arms full of yellow dandelions —nature's golden poems plucked from the emerala page of graspy June—and threw them in her lap, a fitting tribute from bright-faoed innocence? Or had her deep, tremendous grief put out the lights of memory and left her to mourn mechanically thiuking only of such trifles as that tbe silvered head of a coffin screw had been knocked off Was hope dead within her, or did she dream that she was dreaming, and lift her heart in joyous hope that she would be awakened by the playful kiss of a romping baby upon her drowsy linds? Then came the talk it was no sermon, just a talk and yet it was a sermon for the soul. Tbe big-faced pastor left bis lofty palpit it was too far from those whose hearts he wished to reach. His glowing sympathy lit up the soft brown eyes that looked with deep compassion on the sobbing mother's face, and with her hand in his he poured tbe balm—rare, rich consolation—on her laoerated heart, carefully veiling the past with its fond memories of a life undone, showing only the sweet, blissful future, in which angel mothers clasp their precious babes unto their breasts and never, never let them go again. A smile of deep, sweet peace made dimples in his face that caught the warm tears as they fell and held them there a* tiny fonts of holy water. He raised both palms on high, looked far into the distant future and bade his tongue say what his heart dictated: "Oh, Heavenly Father,Thou art the All-Wise, All-Merciful. Thy ways are the ways of peace and joy that passeth understanding. Thy will be done." The mother closed her eyes as if to hold within them that picture so beautiful, so serene, so heavenly. And the villagers looked up and said "Amen."

Then, as the afternoon sun sent its ambassadors of light in through tbe tall windows of that little church, the congregation rose and softly sang—

Praise God from whom *U blessings flow— And it seemed as if tbe gleaming rays that danced upon the floor were busy gathering in tbe sweet refrain and carrying it up to a smilling God. To-day—

There's a sod-covered mound,, With tall oaks circling'round, In the burving-groand on the knoll

And tradition some day May with truthfulness say. It conceals a rich treasure—«od "S toll.

Call it not a cold grave— Cheerless death'ssomber cave On abed of warm hearts Baby'slaid,

Pillowed softly with love, Wrapped in grace from above--Thus the world's debt to heaven is paid.

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THE HANDY HOUSEWIFE.

HINTS HOW TO MAKE MUCH OF A LITTLE AROUND THE HOME.

A little piece of butter dropped into tbe starch while qpoking, gives the clothes a fine polish.

Old calico or woolen dresses, that are good for nothing else, may be made into serviceable house aprons.

A greasy stove is more easily polished if, before applying the blacking, it is rubbed off with a little hot water and soap.

Pretty tidies are made of a square Of silk, satin, plush or velvet, embroidered in flosssilk and finished by a silk fringe

Apples sliced very thin, fried in hot butter and sprinkled with pulverised sugar, make a very nice dish for .(e$ or luncheon.

A black silk dress may DO nicely cleaned and freshened by sponging on the wrong side with cold coffee until quite wet, then pressing with a rather not iron.

Powdered magnesia in cake form is the most harmless powder for the face. It removes the objectionable gloss, but does not give the, face a chalky appearance.

Pretty baby quilts are made of creamwhite Canton flannel embroidered in the center in blue and gold or orlmson and gold braid. They are washed easily and are warm.

After boiling a ham remove the skin, sprinkle the top with sugar and put in a hot oven to brown. This is the method followed by the best cooks, and givei the ham a delicious flavor.

Light kid gloves may be nioely cleaned with a little fresh milk, white oastlle or so mm on soap, and a clean white cloth. Rub a little soap, whetted with milk, on the glove and use a clean portion of the cloth each time.

Cold boiled rice left over from dinner makes excellent hot pan-cakes for next morning's breakfast when mixed with a little flour, milk, one egg and a spoonful of sugar to form a rather stiff batter. Then fry in a very little hot butter.

Every lady who does not own housework and is careful of her hand3, should haveadisb-washer, which may be bought or made by taking a short stick and tying to one end a quantity of cut crochet cord to form a mop. With a little care, tbe bands need not be put in the hot water at all. "Very cheap and pretty winter curtains for the dining or bed-room may be made of heavy dark-red Canton flannel, with the nap for the right side. Abroad band of old gold Canton flannel is placed ten inches from the top and from the bottom, and core and tassels loop them back.

Away to cook beefsteak, which manes it almost as good as when broiled, is to heat a spider red hot and put in the steak, after pounding it for a few moments. Turn quickly and often, and serve immediately when done, with a

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of butter on the top. No lard or should bo pat in the pan. A pretty and cheap china rack for tbe dining-room may be made by taking three boards of from three to four feet long, covering them with black or deep

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garnet velvet, and putting up on small brackets. These racks are artistic additions to a dining-room, and looked well when placed over a low sideboard.

Doable knees should be placed in all children's stockings. To do this take a square of an old stocking about four inches each way, or it this is not pro curable, a piece of merino or woolen goods will answer. Then lay it on the wrong side over the knee and sew down with soft darning cotton of the same shade.

A woman with a little ingenuity may make a pretty bonnet out of her husband's discarded derby. Cut off the front and back brim to tbe crown, and use tbe side for the front of your bonnet, rounding off the corners. Cover walk-ing-dress and trim with a band of velvet similar in shade. Bind with chenille. This will make a very stylish round bonnet, if tbe hat is not a very large one.

CORN MEAL COOKERY. The season for new oorn meal is at hand, and the following will be found 'good enough to eat:"

CORN DODGERS.

To one quart corn meal add a little salt and a small table-spoou lard scald with boiling water and beat hard for a few minutes drop a large spoonful in a well-greased pan. The Batter should be thick enough to just flatten on tbe hot-1 torn, leaving them quite high in the center. Bake in a hot oven.

CORN MUFFINS.

One quart sifted India meal, a heaping tea-spoon butter, one quart milk, a saltspoon salt, a third cup yeast, a tablespoon of molasses let it rise four or live hours, and bake in muffin-rings.

OORW BOLLS.

One pint of corn meal, two tablespoons sugar, one teaspoon salt, one pint boiling milk stir all together and let stand till cool. Add three eggs well beaten, and bake in gem-pans.

CORN MUSH.

Put four quarts fresh water in a kettle to boil, salt to suit the taste when it begins to boil stir in one and one-half 'laarts meal, letting it sift through tbe dngers slowly to prevent lumps, adding it a little faster at the last, until as thick as can be conveniently stirred with one band set in the oven in the kettle (or take out into a pas), bake an bonr, and it will be thoroughly cooked. It takes corn meal so long to cook thoroughly that it is very difficult to boil It until done without burning. Excellent for frying when cold. Use a hard wood paddle, two feet long, with a blade two inches wide and seven inches long, to stir with. The thorough cooking and baking in oven afterwards, takes away all the raw taste that mush is apt to have, and adda much to its sweetness and delicious flavor.

FRIED MUSH.

A delicious breakfast relish is'madeby slicing cold mush thin sad frying it in a little hot lard. Or dip in beaten eggs salted to taste, then in bread or cracker crumbs, and drop in hot lard, like doughnuts.

ALABAMA JOHKHT-CAKE.

Cook a pint of rice till tender, add a table spooc batter when cold add two beaten eggs and one pint meal, and when mixed spiead on an oaken board and bake by tipping the board up before tbe fire-place, when done on one side tarn over. Tbe dough should bespread half an inch thick.

JOBTUTNY-CAKE.

Two thirds tea-spoon soda, three tablespoons sugar, one tea-spoon cream of tartar, one egg, one cup sweet milk, six table-spoooa indian meal, three tablespoons floor, and a little salt. This makes a thin batter.

AKSWEB THIS—la there a person living who ever saw a cam of ague, billiousness nervousness, or neuralgia, or any disease of tbe stomach, liver, or kidneys that Hop Bitters will not core?

CHILDREN'S CHATTER.

This conversation was actually overheard the other day: "Can you whip Sullivan, father?" "No, my child." "I know some one that can!" "Do you? Who is it?" "God." "A little girl sat on the floor crying. After awhile she stopped and seemed in thought. Looking up suddenly, sha said: "Mamma, what was I cryin' about?" "Because I wouldn't let you go down town." "Oh, yes," and she set up a howl.

Jack has gone off and got himself lost, and he has also found himself and walked home. "Are you not sorry that you ran away and got lost?" asked the

paternal ancestor, with a tone of grief and reproval. "I was'nt lost." "But nobody knew where you were." "I knew where I was myself." That settles it. A boy that knows where he is himself can never get lost.

Ethel's mother was reading her Sabbath school lesson to her, when she came to the verse: "But when they next saw Joseph they found him in a position of and mamma?" he was not king, but he was very high—next to the king." "Oh, I know, mamma, be was jack—jack high!"

Little Edith was taking her first lesson in geography. Her mother pointed out to her upon the map the States, rivers, towns, etc. Edith proved a remarkably apt scholar, and seemed to understand it all. "Yes," she said, "that's a riber, and that's a town, and—" running her fingers along the lines of latitude and longitude—"and them's the wire fences, mamfna, yunning evy'where."

Little Grace R is a very cunning little two-year-old, who can express her small thoughts as readily as older people. She is the idol of a girl aunt, whom she visits, and who, on the occasion of her last coming, showed her the medicine shelf in a closet. What is there on that shelf?" asked her aunt, noting her surprised glances. "Bottles," said the little one, plainly and promptly. "Yes, but what is in the bottles?" inquired her relative, who considered this a posftr, "Corksl" was the baby's answer.

A clergyman in Maine, who objected to the use of illustration calculated to provoke mirth in his Sunday school, one day offered to address the children in order to show that they could be entertained, as well instructed, ink serious fashion. "Children," said he, "I am going to tell you about Peter. Who knows who Peter was?" Still no reply. "Can any little boy or girl in the school tell me who Peter was?" "I can," said a little fellow in thecorner. "Ah, that's a good boy. Now you come by my side and stand up on this chair, and tell those big boys and girls who Peter was." The little fellow mounted the chair, and in a shrill voice repeated: "Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,

Had a wife and couldnt keep her." At this point he was stopped by the alarmed clergyman, but not before the children were roaring with laughing, as they took up the rhyme and repeated it to .the close. They all knew who Peter was.

ALL Weakness and ill health owe its origin to an impure state of the blood ana a weakness of the urinary and digestive organs. A medicine that will strengthen these organs, and at the same time purify the blood, will assist nature in curing' nearly every disease that human flesh and blood is heir to Such

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heir to. Such

a remedy is Dr. Guysott's Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla, and, although it possesses no cathartic or diuretic effect, its use will soon establish a regular habit of body as well as cure weakness of the kidneys, indicated by urinary sediments, nervousness, etc.

Positive Cure for Piles.

To the people of this Country we would say we have been given the Agency of Dr. Marchlsl's Italian Pile Ointment—warranted to Cure or money refunded—Internal, External, Blind, Bleeding or Itching Piles. Price 50c. a Box. For sale by GuHck A Co. firings' tilyeeriae Salve.

The best on earth can truly be said of Grigga' Glycerine Salve, which la a sure cure for cuts, brnises, scalds, burns, wounds, and all other aores. Will positively cure piles, tetter and all skin eruptions. Satisfaction guaranteed or money refunded. Only 25 cents. For sale by Gulick A Co. (tf.)

LOM and Gain. T' CHAPTER I.

"I was taken sick a year ago With bilious fever." "My doctor pronounced me cured, but I got sick again, with terrible pains in my back and sides, and I got so Dad I

Could not move! 1 shrunk 1 From 228 lbs. to 120! I had been doctoring for my liver, but it did me no good. I did notexpect to live more than three months. I began to nse Hop Bitters. Directly my appetite returned, my pains left me, my entire system seemed renewed as if by magic, and after using several bottles! am-not only as sound as a saverign but weight more than I did before. To Hop Bitters I owe my life."

Dublin, June 6, '81. R. FITZPATBICIC. How TO GET SICK.—Expose yourself day and night eat too mnch without exerelse work to hard without rest doctor all the ijtna take all tbe vile nostrums advertised, and then you will want to know how to get well, which Is answered In three words—Taks Hop Bitters!

HEADACHES

Are generally Induced by Indigestion, Foal ftlomich, Costlve&ess, Deficient Circulation, ur mwo Derangement

of the Liver, and Digestive System. SaJferets will find relief by the use of

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