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5© SisgSt — \ ■ » «r i., •. ^ >1- * ^ . ■,'W> : f\ r *f ) —«—■■•'• n TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. C.. MARCH 6.1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 VANISHED HOURS. I N A si Where are they gone, those dear dead days, Those sweet past days of long ago, Whose ghosts go floating to and fro When evening leads us through her maze ? Where are they gone T Ah I who can tell T Who weave once more that long-passed spell? They did exist when we were young. We met our life with s’rength and trust, We deemed all things were pure and just, Nor knew life had a double tongue We lightly sang a happy song, Nor dreamed our way could e’er be wrong. And then all changed; as life went by, The friend deceived, or bitter death Smiled as he drank our dear one’s breath, And would not let us also die. Day followed day; as on they went Each took some gift that life had sent. Vet it was ours, that perfect past! We did save dais that knew no pain. We once had friends death had not taken, And flowers and songs that could not last Were ours In that most blessed time, When earth seemed Heaven’s enchanted clime. And so 1 think, when lights burn low And all the house Is fast asleep. From out a silence va<>t and deep Those dear dead days we worshiped so, Breathe on us from their hidden store Their long-lost peace, their faith once more. God keep those dear old times; ah me Beyond our vision they may rest Till on some perfect day and Meat once mere those dear dead days will be, For death, who took all, may restore The past we loved, to us once more. THE TWO WIVES. “WJiich shall it be?” The speaker was scarce more than thirty years old, fall of health and vigor, the junior and working partner in an old established business house in a small city. It was Sabbath evening. His wife had been playing the piano, and he had tieen singing the Sunday-school hymns with their children of seven and live years old. They were pretty, affection ate, bright children, and the parents’ hearts had been knit closer to them these last few weeks, since the toddling wee one had been laid, in a flower-filled casket, beneath the cold white snow, Sunday was not a day of sacred rest, but an off-day from business and care, aud Mr. Brooks laying back in his lonng- iug-chair, put aside the maguzine he had Dten reading, while his wife pat the children to bed, and resumed the sub ject on wbich they had keen talking the most of the day. “The Baldwin house,” she answered, with Mimile—just the smiles woman of 1 act wears when she wishes her husband’s affection to bias his judgment. Mr. Brooks whistled a minute. “If .we take the Elmore cottage, I can pay down for it. Our furniture will be enough for it, and we can live nicely and plainly without going into debt one dol lar, and five years hence I can buy any place in town.” People like Mr. Baldwin do not die every five years, and places like his are not thrown into the market once In twenty five years. “I can build a house.” “But my dear husband, not at half cost. Aud it would take a lifetime' to grow such trees. It is a most beautiful place, and in most perfect repair.” “I know all that. It much better worth its price than the Elmore cottage s worth its price. But I do hate debt and mortgage. But perhaps, as yen say, the reduced price ought to decide it.” “I am snre it onght, aud we will make the old tnmiture do for a time.” “The rooms are much larger, and our carpets are not India-rubber!” “I have thought of that, lean make the best of the carpets into mats, and,” with a playful smile, “imagine them Turkish rugs!” “Yon are such a shrewed manager. I can pay for the house soon,” he said. And the house was bought, one-third paid down, and two-thirds on a mort gage. W ise business me_ congratulated Mr. Brooks, as the piaco was sold below its value, for the heirs were not near of kin, aud did not wish il, or the care of it. And now Mrs. Brooks was happy. Her early home had been one of large wealth, and she loved style, and was used to and fitted for gay society. But her father i.peculated in stocks and went down. He moved to his native town aud hired a cottage jnst out of the city. Bat the disappointed man’s brain gave way, and the two lone women, in the new circumstances and surroundings, were so brave, and watched over the paralytic so unmurmunngly, that all nearts sympathized with them, and Brooks, then only a trusted clerk, dared offer and was thanked for many a thought ful and delicate kindness. And when death relieved the watohed-over and the watchers he had won the love he had craved. In that cottage they sat to-night. Eight years they had been happy in it. Turee lives had come to it. The grand mother and the hole one had gone out fiom it. Thus they had known joy and sorrow, bnt they bad been content, as one is content who feels that every to morrow will be brighter than to-day. The looked for to-morrow had now come. And the early days came back to Mrs. Brooks with a force she had thought all spent. One parlor was closed. A new rich carpet was bought for the other, and the paintings, books, statnettes, and bric-a- brac which the refined taste of Mr. King had selected when rich, aud which pov erty could not take from him, but which m the small rooms of the cottage had needs been scattered, were* brought to gether in it, and gave the elegant room a tone and air of refinement which mere wealth had never given it The first evening that they sat in it Mr. Brooks, with a keen enjoyment of life’s luxuries such as he had never be fore known, said: “I am glad I bought thia place. I did not know we had so many elegant things until your artistic taste brought them together. This is the finest room in the “I have no doubt it is. 1 have tried to arrange it aa my father had his library. I wish he could see it. “Perhaps he does. That cottage was nice-to me, bat how meagre it most have been to yon, and yet you never com plained.” And a new appreciation of and now love for her sprang np in his heart, and they talked on and on in their great con tent and happiness. Society swung open its doors, and calls and invitations came upon them. More dress was needed, taxes and in surance were higb, interest to be paid, and bnsinesa everywhere depressed, and for two years the debt lay unchanged. There had been no loss as men count loss, and yet there had been a great loss; that debt, which at first lay so heavy on Mr. Broods, andwwbich he intended to lift as soon as possible, he had grown used to, and did not longer feel to be a burden. And the dgbt to society troubled Mrs. Brooks, and tho other parlors must be furnished, and royally, to match the li brary, and then a grand reception was given. For these money had to be hired. Benevolent balls and quasi-Mterary so cieties, fashion’s caprfce mingled with the dancing parties, and Mrs. Brooks was worn and weary with the manifold duties of her position, and must be re lieved of some household duties, and another servant was indispensable. Mr. Brooks confinement to his busi ness wore upon him, and he most have recreation, which means a fine horse and buggy. Bnt it was so selfish for him and his wife to drive off every even ing and leave those dear girls at home after they had been shut np all day in school So two horses and a carriage and hostler were needed. Thus little by little expenses increas ed, and his business, like ai men’s of the time, was doll, bnt his was on a sound basis; -be was yet young and full of energy, and no one feared the result, nor had he one thought of danger. A party was made up for the seashore. They joined it; it was their flnt indul gence of the kind, and a sniff of the salt sea is a luxury that strengthens. One morning the bathers were gay, and Mr. Brooks passed the ty-line, and the sea never gave back, j The estate paid twenty cents on the dollar. It was a town of lulls and rooks, un disturbed by railroad or telegraph-wires. There was a bit of a village in it, and a “white sky-pointing spire,” of conrse, for it was in New England, and equally, of coarse, and for the very same reason there most lie economy in all things, and the “first floor” of the spire-crown ed building was the Town Hall, where in jjoliticians fought and wandering minstrels amused, and stray lecturers edified. t But between the hall and spire lay the church, Clean and bright, where the farmers napped, and their wives chewed caraway seed, while warned of am and judgment in words as eloquent as could be hired for $£00 a year and the parson age—a clean little white cottage. In that same parsonage a lad, bright and energetic—boys are like the moth ers, biologists tells ns—was fitting for learned and lazy very safe- him his and each made the other strong to labor and to wait, and love made labor a pleasure, Bnt he was young and on- known, and people not so quarrelsome as they might have been, so the money they had saved from teaching grew less daily. “It would hurt my reputation to have bills in the city, and i have been think ing where 1 can hire a little money,” he said one evening. "Don’t hire money! I wonld rather live on bread and water, potatoes and salt, any starvation diet than have a debt dragging yon down. I will open a select school, until people grow to ap- praeciate yon.” “Yon have enough to do now.” “I haven’t half enough. I shall mat out. And yon give a free lecture, show your talent, get into the papers. We have been Mioawbers long enough.” “If I had your energy-—” “If you haven’t, who has? when I gave myself to yon, do yon think I re served my energy.” “Yon have reserve energy enough for two.” “Then let ns call np our reserve forces and give battle to the world!” “O, Harriet, yon are a jewel” “I certainly do not propose to be a mill-stone.” The lecture was given, the school was opened, ■ cases came to the lawyer and steadily, bnt slowly at first, came money. They became leaders in church work and literary circles, and positions of trust and honor were laid at their feet. And when the Brooks’ mansion, its books, pictures and statuary were sold, Edward bought and paid for all Enormont Eater*. The F«rfum«ry Trad*. Bright Star ef Honing. The Corporal and tha vow. college, under father. But “We are not wholly brain Magnetic mockeries.” At least so Tennyson says. And Ed ward had an eye for rosy cheeks and bright eyes, as well for Greek roots. And the particular pair that sparkled back to his on Sunday, on week days helped her busy mother look well to the ways of the household, in a white cot tage . that crowned a hill-top, the sides of which hill were intermixed with sheep and stones in such dire confusion that a little way off one could not tell the one from the other. One bright Jane morning Harriet had skimmed the milk, washed the bnght pans, and made a pyramid in the son that sparkled like stars. And hamming a good old hymn of Watt’s her deft hand was now smoothing and trying to polish the family linen for the coming Sunday, that dress-day of coun try towns, when bodies as well as sonls put on their best. Harriet song slower and slower, as she thought faster and faster, and she stepped carolling, to say: ‘Mother! when the summer work is over, couldn’t you get along without my help?” “Whj, Harriet! what do you want to do?” Harriet hesitated; it was a great thing she longed for, bnt at last she said: “Yon know most of the g'ris around here nave been to Dick Act. lemy and boarded themselves; why can’t I for a term or two?” “Your father and I have been talkin’, that John hadn’t ought to come of fge till he’d been to the Academy.” “O, mother, let ns both go! it is only four miles and a half, yon know, from here, and father or Jesse can oome after us every Friday night, and Safeuday’sl will cook np enough to last ever the week, except meat and potatoes, and those 1 can cook there, so I can board him and myself, and we can both jjo as cheap as he oonli go alone.” ‘Til talk with yoor father about it.” And they went. The one term ran into two years. Then Jesse, tLe bashful book-worm, was to go, and he wished sister Harriet to stay with him; and she did wish she could fininh the full course, and had been -a good scholar,- and, good girl, had worked early and late aud willing] v through the summer va cations, so that it her. And, too, perchatce her future happi ness was more or less bound np in her books. For Edward, in his college va cation, had told his love, and the shrewd common sense of -the sturdy farmer knew his daughter most be fitted for the educated life she was to share, or Ed ward wonld forget his love, if not before marriage and desert her, he would after marriage and neglect her. And another three yean were added to her conrse, and she graduated, healthy, happy and strong, the valedictorian of her class of thirty-nine students. And in doe tune Edward and she married, and he pat ont a law sign. There was no style, no elegance in the three rooms of their new home, bnt a great deal of happiness, lor their studies and reading and tastes wets one, For many years there liyed in Albany or Waterford a man named Peter Ellis, or Ellison. He died about three years ago. At the time of his death he must haye been near seventy years of age. The writer saw him at Saratoga Springs in the summer of 1876. He was then a large, loose-made, big-boned man, not much under six feet in height He was known as a most enormous eater. A dressed turkey, weighing twenty-one pounds, was roasted, and on a wager Ellison ate the whole of it at one sitting, or within about the usual time occupied at dinner, together with bread and some kind oi wine. A dozen years ago a New York sporting man made an offer in the way of a bet to the late John Morrissey that he could produce a man who wonld eat a twenty- three pound dressed turkey roasted, and when he named Peter Elli son as his man, Mr. Morrissey said, “I know the man,” and the offered bet was not accepted. At the time alluded to, when the writer mdt Peter Ellison, the old man related the particulars of an eating match between another man and himself which took place many years before at Snediker’s, on Long Island, then a well- known roadside inn much frequented by lovers of the horse. The dinner was to consist of broiled spring chickens, bread and wine. The chickens were to be splif open at tbe back, and broiled whole, or, as Peter termed it, “in spread-eagle style,” and each man to take the half given him by the carver and referee. Ellison ate thirty-two halves, being t sixteen chickens, and won the bet. In tne spring of 1846, at the season of making maple sugar, a student of the seminary at Manchester, YL Albert Pettibone, then 19 years old, alter eating what he wanted of hot maple sngar at tbe sugar house of his father, in that town, finished np by eating twenty-four hard-boiled eggs. This was witnessed by a number of Pettibone’s fellow stu dents, whom he had invited to the sugar house to eat maple sngar and see the process of “snganng off,” Daring the first cholera season in this country, that of 1832, two women living in the Marcley, or Kniskerokorf neigh borhood, now in the town of Esperance, Schoharie county, sat down by them selves to a dinner of boiled green corn. After eating awhile they bantered one another as to which could eat the most of that succulent dish when green and properly boiled. One of the women ate twenty-six ears of corn and the other twenty-nine. The latter felt no ill effects Some kinds of perfumery are worth their weight in gold. ’ The export of fine perfumery is principally from Grasse, Nice, Cannes and Bremen. The business is divided into two parte. The manufacturer extracts from the flowers their essentLfi ofis. The per fumer buys these oik,' pomades and extracts, and compounds them in seve ral ways, Only about a dozen of all the fragrant flowers in the world are used in the manufacture of perfumery, yiz,: the violet, rose, orange flower, jasmine, tuberose, cassia, lavender, thyme, rose mary, geraniums, jonquil and* fennel. The rose and the orange sKfLihe most valuable. Of the numerous varieties of the rose, only one is used, the Prov ince rose, single, pale pink, the most sweet smelling of roses; not hardy. Picking for perfumery occurs in al most every mouth of the year. It is a paradoxical fact in the business that the bitter orange yields the best blos soms for perfumery. One ton of blos soms yields two pounds eight ounces of oil neroli The fruit of the bitter orange yields a very hue essential oil, bigarade. It is used in many scents. Tne orange tree, cultivated for its oiL lasts with care over 200 years. One ton of the distilled leaves of the scented verbena geranium yields from 24 to 80 ounces of tbe essential oil. The flowers of the jasmine are picked jnst after sunset in July, and in the morning, as soon as the dew is off, in Angnst. The jasmine is a peculiarly' delicate flower. Its essential oil is so volatile that it cannot be extracted by distillation, tbe heated water decompos ing it is so that only a faint tinge of the perfume is left in the water that pusses through the refrigerant Like the jasmine, the oil ef the tube rose cannot be extracted by distillation. Tne perfume of the oassie is much used in compounds. The process of manu facturing perftimes is in itself very interesting, especially to the ladies. A ton of ruses yields only two ounces of the attar. If kept at a temperature below 60 deg., attar crystalizes; if kept open to the air and light, it is easily volatized. Perfumed oik are made by putting fresh quantities of flowers into the finest of virgin olive oil from 20 to 30 different times. The essential oil of flowers has a strong affinity to lard or grease. The latter, rendered as white as snow, is perfectly saturated witn the flowers. The process is repeated many times. In this way we have pomade of rose, oassie and violet The affinity of the perfume of flowers for alcohol is, however, stronger than lor grease. Pomades, immersed in alcohol, are rendered into extracts','-thaTgr&ase leav ing the perfume. It is safe to say that, among the numerous articles of toilet, the manufacture of perfumed pomades, perfumed oil and high-priced periumery generally is as a sealed book to many persons. Flooding tbe Sahara. The only important objection which has tnus far been urged against the un dertaking has arisen in the apprehen sions expressed by a few scientists that tbe evaporation produced by so large and so shallow a body of water, exposed to the tropical sun, would be sufficient to deluge northern Europe with incess ant rains, and to reduce materially the temperature in all the countries north of the Alps, it has even been feared that winds freighted with moisture on crossing the cold summits of the Alps, would precipitate vast volumes of water and produce a degree of cold which wonld give Denmark and northern Ger many a semi-Arctic climate and produce a glacial epoch farther north. Is it not probable that all such apprehensions arise out of a misunderstanding as to the topography of the Sahara and North Africa? The entire region to be flooded is practically shat in by mountain-chains on all sides. 'The Atlas Mountain* on the north, lifting their snow-clad peaks in some instances 12,000 feet, afford a sufficient bulwark for the protection of Europe from increased humidity, The only possible nortUernly outlet for air from El Ji currents^from ElJjjf \joqld be across from her extraordinary meah -The otUfer’ JEunisflsr'a tmthMukerly direction over was almost immediately taken sick and died within thirty-six hours. The doc tor said she died of Asiatic cholera. The Orest Mogul, was not easy to refuse The following good story comes from a quarter where we are assured “Its correct ness can be vouched for, ” Many years ago, at tbe tune of a great ceremony, Windsor Castle was honored with the presence of three sovereigns. After breakfast the three potentates walked and talked on the celebrated “slopes,” and were, of course, in “mufti.’’ They were delighted with the grounds, and entered presently isto con versation with a gardener, who evidently took them for a party of “gentlemen’s gen tlemen” out for a stroll. After some little affable talk he could not resist the query: “Now, who may yon gents be?” “Well," said the spokesman, “this gentleman here happen* to he the King of Prussia; that one standing by your side is the Emperor of Austria, and as tor myself, 1 am the Emperor of Russia.” This was carrying the joke too far, thought the gardener. “I’ve seen fiPIot of queer furrin gents here lately, but this beau meso he burst out in a rather rude guiraw. “Well, my tnend,” said the Emperor Nicholas, “you seem amused; perhaps you will tell us who you are.” “Ob I certainly,” so tak ing up tbe skirt of his coat with the action of a great eagle spreading out his wings, and spinning round on his heels, he said: “ft you are all what you say you are, why, 1 am the Great Mogul?” The three majes ties roared with laughter, and returning to tbe castle, told the story at the luncheon table, to the immense amusement of toe Queen and Prince Albert. The Hair.—To prevent the hair from falling out, apply once a week a wash made of one quart of boiling water, one ounce of pulverised borax, and half. an ounce of powdered camphor. Rub on with a sponge or piece of flannel —Montgomery, Alabama, expects to handle 140,000 bale* of cotton ibis eon. Venus is the morning star, the brightest and fairest of the throng that grace the morning sky. She rises now three hours before the sun, shining with the serene 1 radiance that distinguishes her, and con tinues to be visible long after the lesser s f an have melted away. On tbe 16th at two o’clock in the morning Venus reaches her greatest western elongation. Here her westward course ends, bhe is 46 de grees 62 minutes west of the sun and can go no farther from him. The inexorable laws that rule her movements compel her to retrace her steps. It is easy io keep the run of their paths, especially in the case of Venua. No planet of tbe system presents wo many points of interest or is so closely allied to toe pUuet ou which we dwell as Venus. She is our nearest neighbor except the moon, is nearly like the earth in dimensions, in the length of her day and night, m the poesession of at mosphere and in the probable mountainous conditions of her surface. Besides she gratifies our sasthetic perceptions by being the most beautiful star the eye beholds and she is the only planet that is visible Ip the presence of the noonday sun. Hhe is therefore a most interesting planetary itudy. Those who were eye-witnesses of her recent transit have a tangible point from whichto commence cbeervation. They saw for themselves the inferior conjunc tion when Venus passed between the earth and the sun, the transit when pas sing over the sun’s disc, she changed from from an evening to a morning star, de serting tbe sun’s eastern side and appear ing upon his western side. Since that, time she has been moving westward, ris ing earlier every morning, passing her p. riod of greatest brilliancy and turning more ot her illumined surface towards US. On the 16lh a change occurs. She is stationary for a few days aud then com mences to make her way back towards the sun, for she has passed her western elongation, one of the four prominent poin.s in her path. She will move slow ly, retracing her steps towards tue sun, until she reaches superior conjunction in September and completes her course as morning star and completes also half her synodic period. Observers, following the path of the beautiful star, will see that alter elongation she rises later and that her bright face perceptibly pales until she ap proaches the sun so closely as to be lost to view in his bright beams. She is a charming object in the telescope during tbe month,, shining as a crescent until elongation, then taking on the lovely as pect of a half moon. Tbe Elephant and the Juke. the widest part of the Mediterranean. Gurrento moving in that direction, if they reached Europe at all, wonld tonch the shores of Greece after they had tost most of their humidity. M. de Lessepe, after a careful examination of Hie question, is convinced that it wonld result in the general improvement of the climate of Europe rather than to its detriment. The advantage of the in creased evaporation to North Africa oannnot be over-estimated. The snow- clad cliffs of Aban, lying to the east of the proposed sea, and tbe Kong Moan- tains to th“ south, would bring down upon the parched desert grateful rains, which, with the assistance of cultivation, would in time no doubt redeem thous ands of square miles from the desolation of the sands. A Bevol nUonarjr Mere. \ the the has Ju accordance with a vote of town of Framingham last April, committee m charge of the matter placed a neat granite memorial over the grave of Peter Salem, bearing the fol lowing inscription: “Peter Salem, a Soldier of the Revelation. Died Au gust 16, 1816. Concord, Banker Hill, Saratoga. Erected by the town, 1862.” Peter Salem was the negro man who pa. ticulariy distinguished himself in the Revolutionary War by shooting down Major Pitosirn at the battle of Banker Hill, as he was mounting a re doubt and shouting, “The day is oars!” Pitcairn fell back into Hie arms of his son. Peter Salem served faithfully in the war for seven years in the compa nies of minute men under the command of Captain John Nixon and Captain Simon Edgell, of Framingham, and came ont of it unharmed. He wji a slave, and was owned orij Captain Jeremiah Belknap, of ingham, being sold by bun to Major Lawson Buckminster, of that town, he becoming a free man when be joined the army. The Rev. Mr. Watson gives a very curious story in illustration of this ani mal’s wonderful long memory of a wrong suffered. One of those poets of society, “a practical joker,” visited a caravan in a West of England Fair and tried his stupid tricks upon an elephant there. He first doled out to it, one by one, some gingerbread nuts, and when the grateful animal was thrown off its guard he sud denly proffered it a large parcel wrapped in paper. The unsuspicious creature ac cepted and swallowed the lump, but im mediately began to exhibit signs of intense suffering, and snatching up a bucket banded it to Pie keeper tor water. This being given to it, it eagerly swallowed quantities of tbe fluid. “Hal” cried the delighted joker, “1 guess those nuts were a trifle hot, old fellow,” “You bad better be off,” exclaimed the keeper, “unless yon wish the bucket at your bead. ” The fool took the hint only ijust in time, for the enraged animal, having finished the sixth buekettul, hurled the bucket after Us tormentor with such force that had he lingered a moment longer his life might have been forfeited. The affair had not however, yet concluded. The following year the show revisited the same town, and the foolish joksr, like men of his genus, unable to profit by experience, thought to repeat hia stupid trick on the elephant. He toqg two lots of nuts into the show with him—sweet nuts in one pocket and hot in the other. The ele phant had not forgotten the jest played upon him and therefore accepted the cakes very cautiously. At last the joker proffered a hot one; but no sooner had the injured creature discovered its pung ency than it seizeu hold of its persecutor by the coat-tails, hoisted him up by them and held him until t ley gave way, when be tell to the ground. The elephant now inspected the severed coat-laus, which, after he had discovered and eaten all the sweet nuta, he tore to rags and flung after their discomfltted owner. tdUalan Courage. I should rather incline to think that mere courage la more general among Rus sians than among any other people nowa days. I mean the unreasonable, irrespon sible readiness of a dog to risk life and liberty upon provocation. Not more vo lunteers rush out, when a desperate enter prise is mooted, than from our own ranks; more than all is a mathematical absurdity. But the Englishman stakes his life in another, a grander spirit. He feels and reckons with the pent Be’ore meeting it, so far as 1 have seen examples, be is eiuiet, thoughtful, contemplating the worst and making the arrangements. A Russian scorns all of that, does not even think of ft After assuring himself, rather roughly, that the needful dispositions have been made, he becomes the lightest-hearted ef the company lo which he hastens, I do not say affects to become, tor it may well be that deadly danger stirs him to mirth, aa it stirs another man equally as brave to self-commune. I cannot forget at^instance on Radisovo Hill the morning of the great attack. An infantry regiment stood at ease in the ram, waiting tbe order to des cend into that valley blind with smoke echoing with thnd of guns and angry crackle of musketry. The colonel and a staff captain approached and asked us to accept charge of lettera for their wives, to be forwanted in case of accident. Then they stood chatting of London and Pans with tbe warmth of men whose hearts were there, though the battle raged closer, and a ball now and then spun musically about their heads. Thsy asked the precise story of a scandal half forgotten now, and their shrewd comment told they were attending closely when an aide came galloping through the mist. Three minutes after* w Jd the doomed regiment filed away down toward the va'ley of death. When Lafayette visited America in 1824, his route of travel brought him to Concord in New Hampshire, whence he was to cross the country to Burlington, in Vermont aud to Troy, N. f. Bradford at Burlington was astonished and dellghtedjby a notice that the guest ot America, with his attending snite would pan a night at the hotel, tbe same being now occupied by Mr. Gillis. Great preparation were aU made, and from the whole country round the patriotic people poured into the village and were received by Lafayette in the large ball room of the hotel. For la the north country every inn has a ball room, which in winter is used by sleighing par ties, and balls are au established New England country custom from old post Puritan times. The room, which might hold 200 people in a standing position, was densely packed and a crowd who had passed in and out were around the house and in the hills, and among them an old revolutionary soldier, silent and altogether neglected. One may well imagine the solitary man, looking into the crowd with the glitter of uniforms and hearing the Babel of voices honoring the stranger whom he had honored in very much darker places. And now it occurred to some of the turbulent people to obtain a little fun out of the old soldier. “Here’s the corporal who says he knows Lafayette, let’s take him to the general.” And they pressed in with him through the crowd, and pushed him into the door of the large room, and the people inside thinking it a new arrival of importance, parted a little openmg of a lane to where Lafayette stood with a group of officers. Two or three led ike gray-haired veteran, shrinking at first, but suddenly straighten - mg up to bis tall form and Sitd : “General, here’s an old man who says that be knows you.” Whether Lafayette heard or understood the words ot this rude presentation is not known, but he fixed his eyes an instant on the soldier, stepped forward with both hands outstretched and exclaimed: “It is Corporal Blood 1" Then the old soldier broke down and the general comforted him with kindly worde, and tbe American and French party gath ered around tbe two. aud then and there Lalayette told tbe same story that Corporal Blood had told so often to incredulous people, ho tv to the most trying times of those memorable days of soul and body trial, when food was very scarce, aud offi cers aud men were starving, the orders sternly forbade taking any provisions from the inhabitants without payment, and all supplies for love or money were exhausted. The general had accidentally overheard a soldier saying, he knew where there was a cow concealed, and but tor the orders he could get it. The general sent for the soldier, who was Corporal Blood, aud q tesuoned him, and as the case was one of starvation, gave the order to seize the cow and the money to pay for it. The relief, small as it was, when the corporal brought in the beef, was so sensible that the general thanked him and often afterwards recognized and thanked him. Forty years later he had not forgotten the corporal or the cow. It is needless to add that Corporal Bhod went out of the bait room that night a mighty man of valor aud veracity. It is not stated that he ever presumed on this triumphant vindication of his word. But if be had chosen to say that ho haa dined with George Washington, George of Cap padocia and George, king of England, while Iskander Bey served wine for the three, he may have been believed m his native town. Wbulebune. The principal application of whalebone now is that in making whips and corsets. Steel has mostly displaced whalebone la umbrellas and parabola. Some years ago umbrella ribs were made in France of aa excellent imitation of whalebone (not dis tinguishable, indeed, till fractured): but it is no longer heard of. Genuine whalebone is often made white aud used with garments of muslin or the like, not being seen through these so easily as the dark sort. The newest application of whalebone is that to hats; it is cut Into fine strips and interlaced with straw. Such hats are very dear. Another novel ty is “whalebone ribbon.” For this white wh&lcbone is generally used, and the shaving is so thin that ordinary print can be read through it. It is often colored blue, red, or green, and used by saddlers in making rosettes. Walking sticks of whalebone are also la good demand. The exceptionally thick strips cut for this pur pose are rounded hy being drawn through holes in a steel plate. Billiard pvis of whalebone nrist be very smooth and cat of a certain exact thickness. Fishing rods are maae of two carefully worked strips of whalebone with thick silk thread wound around them. Penholders and other small ait cles are made of whalebone at tne lathe. The hair cat off the raw whalebone was formerly used for brushes, but it is now mostly replaced by other materials. It is largely crisped and used as a filling for mattresses. Tins list by no means ex bausts the uses of whalebone, which is continually being applied in new ways. Needed more Ijand, FOOD FOB THOUGHT. While some fishermen in the Adirondack region were digging worms one day last fall, on a piece of cleared land, the owner suddenly appeared and demanded five dol lars damages. “Damages!” echoed one of the fisher men, “why, there are no crops here.’’ “I know it—no crop but worms. You don’t suppose 1 d De foolish enough-to try to ruse wheat or corn here, do you?’’ “And do you call two dozen worms worth five dollars ?” “I shall have to. That will be my only income this whole season from -eighty acres, and you see I must have some little return or move off.” He wss given his choice between ac cepting halt a dollar or kckiog tbe crowd* and he pocketed the com with the mourn ful observation: “This will never, never do. I see I’ll have to buy to at least 60,000 acre* to get income enough to. keep patches ou my knee*” , EBOONa’s epitaph: “My Lord,” said Dr. Parr to Erskine, whose conversa tion hod delighted him, “should yon die ijrst J mean to write your epitaph.” “Dr. Parr,” was the reply, “it is a temp tation to commit suicide. That which is bitter to be endured may be sweet to be remembered. Who is lavish with promises is apt to be ppmnrioas In performances. Don’t beUeys half yon hear, bat make •ore that yon believe all you say. Imputations, however unjust, sally, if they do not stain, a character. The cheapest advice is thst whieh costs nothing, and is worth nothing. A Christian should show his religion over a courier as well as at an altar. Love mocks all sorrows bnt its own, and damps each joy he does not yield. There are no oaths that make so ma&y perjurers as the vows of love. Why are women like ohnrches? Be cause there’s no living without them. What piece of carpentry becomes a gem as soon 4s it is finished? A-gate. An apt quotation is like a map which flings its light over the whole sentence. All men are liberal, some to Hioae who are in need, and others to them selves. With patience, sour grapes become sweetmeats, and mulberry leaves turn to satin. What we charitably forgive will be recompensed as well as what we char itably give. Many a man has no genuine faith who never in his life denied or doubted the gospel. “Raindrops on the roof. - ’ Of course it drops on the roof. That’s what the roof is for, Inquirer:—What is the extreme pen alty for bigamy? Two mothers-in-law. Why is a pig with a twisted tail like tbe ghost in Hamlet? Because it could a tail unfold, Latin is a dead language, and that is why doctors use it for writing out their prescriptions. To ednoate the mind and let manners and heart ran wild, curses humanity with mildew. “The parting gives me pain,” as the man said when he hod a troublesome tooth extracted. The Spartan mother when she gave her son his shield said, “With it my son or upon it.” Cut the most agreeable acquaintance yon possess when he convince* you that he lacks principle. In pocket-picking, as in almost every thing else, a man never succeeds until lie gets his liand in. A wit being asked, on tbe failure of a bank, “Were you not upeet?” replied, “No; I only lost my balance.” A law student once defined libel as “something a man says and afterwards wishes to goodness he hadn’t.” Do yon believe in ghosts? “asked a lady of Uoieridge,” “No, madam,” he replied, “I have aeen too many/’ Language is the amber in which a thousand precious thoughts have been safely imbedded and preserved. There are lying looks as well as lying words, dissembling smiles, deceiving signs, and even a lying silence. Exaggerated language, noisy prates- lotions, violent censure, ail betray an element of weakness somewhere. A word of kindness is seldom spoken iu vain. It is a seed which, even when dropped by chance, springs up a flower There is no singular to the word alms, to show a single act of money giving does not merit the name of ohanty. The man who enslaves himaalf to his money, is proclaimed in our vary lan guage to be a miser, or a miserable man. Tbe more an idea is developed the more concise becomes its expression; the more a tree is pruned, the better the fruit. By holding a very UtUe misery quite close to our eyes, we entirely lose sight of a great deal of comfort beyond whieh might be token. Midas longed for gold. He got gold so that whatever he touched became gold, and he with hia long ears was little the better for it. There are still a few persons at large who will invest their money in mining stock in preference to investing in a dog and shooting the dog. It is said ninety million iff postage stamps are cfanoally sold in this country, and hli of them nave to be licked before they will do their duty. Five of the sweetest words in the English language begin with h—which is only a breath; heart, hope, home, happiness and heaven. If we could get together all the tomb stones we have set np over broken resolution* we should have material enough to set up a marble palace. The man who womhipa tbe fortune he has made, is no more intelligent than the heathen who prays to the little wooden god he has whittled into shape. The devil tempts men through their ambition, their cupidity, or their appe tite, until he comes to the profane swearer whom he catches without any reward. So it is that a great sdent moving misery pate a new stomp on ns in au hour or a moment, as sherp an impres- aion aa if ft had taken half a lifetime to engrave it. Fadladeen’s political conduct and opinion, were founded upon that line of Sadi’s, “Should the Prince at noon-day aay, ‘it is right,’ declare that you be hold the iroon and stars.” Tjje painter of Ubede, who, Knag asked what be was pointing, answered, “As it may happen,” and who when he had painted a oook, to prewant imperti nent'mistakes, wrote under it, “This is acock,’* In the old time when the minister was still invited, in the spring, to make sprayer for the kleesing upon a piece of land, the good pastor being teou to the spot stopped short: “No, land does not want a prayer, this ‘ went* manure,” a* id Fa '