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^ *-A r*— a. >0^ i TR[•■'WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO. S. 0.. MAY 31, 1883. ESTABLISHED 1848 BEMEMBEB THY MOTUKB. Lead tinWi? tller tenderly Down llBk^P decline: Once her annift^y , 8U PP« rt > Now she leans i See upon her loving face, Those deep lines of care; Think—it was her toil for thee Left that record there. *' Ne’er forget her tireless watch Kept by day and night, Taking from her step the grace, From her eye the light. Cherish well her faithful heart Which, through weary years; Echoed with its sympathy All thy smiles and tears. Thank Ood for thy mother’s love, Guard the priceless boon; For the hitter parting hour Cometh all too soon. When thy grateful tenderness Loses {tower to save, Earth will hold no dearer spot Than thy mother’s grave. HI8 RIVAL! It was the time when lilies blow. The pearl-grey clouds were sailing and piling themselves lazily above, and behind these were “depths beyond depths” of clearest azure. The crickets chirped drowsily among the drooping grasses, now and then a bird uttered a faint protest against the heat, and dropped into silence again. Dell Irving tripped down the garden- path with its fringes of feathery ferns and pale, sweet-faced violets. She was looking as cool as if the day were tilled with delicious sea breezes The golden hair, piled on the dainty head in the indescribable manner fash ion dictates, was shaded by a huge chip hat. What a picture she made, as, scissors in hand, she stood and contemplated the sweetly-blooming flower-beds before her, filled with their old fashioned favorites, as well as newer, rarer flowers. A small, yet perfectly formed young girl her every action and gesture a poem in itself, so unconsciously graceful was it. But when you noticed the pretty arch mouth, you were somehow compelled to believe that Miss Dell»was not quite so innocent as she looked, and that she had a will of her own, if she only chose, to use it. Another figure flitted up the garden- path—that of a young man, tall, dark stalwart and handsome. The “dark, dark eyes” lit up when he saw Dell, and he waved his hand gaily to her. “Isn’t it warm to-day?” Rick said this with a profoundly wise look, as if afraid Dell might not yet have discovered the fact. Then he fanned himself vigorously with his straw hat. “Do you really think so?” with sar casm. “Why, I was laboring uuder the mistaken impression that it is rather cool. I’m glad you came to undeceive me,” gratefully. “Don’t be ridiculous!” said Rick An- derton severely. Then—“Won’t you give me a flower, Dell?” with an insinuating smile. “Here is the ‘last rose of summer,’ ” said Dell, cutting the “last rose” off its stem with a vicious snip of the scissors. “Its rather faded and old, but, of course, you don’t mind,” in a tone impossible to translate. “No, indeed,” said Rick provokingly, while Dell pinned it to the lapel of his coat. “Of course I don’t mind if it is a trifle faded.” He was looking straight into Dell’s eyes as he said it, and as he was her lover, Dell took an unfair interpretation of thfi last remark. “Dell, where did you get that ring?’ Rick Anderton took Dell’s snowflake of a hand in his owm great, strong one, and gazed at it, a frown, half playful, half real, in his eyas. “Oh, somewhere!” said Dell, in manner as exasperating as it was vague. “But which one do you mean, Rick? This one? Why, you gave it to me. Don’t you remember?” “I don’t mean that one,” said Rick, the frown in his eyes growing more ominously dark, the playful expression entirely gone. “This one, then? Aunt Belle gave it to me on my last birthday. “You’ve seen it ever so many times before, I’m quite sure.” “I don’t mean that one!” ’ And Rick’s voice w’as so harsh, am stem and jealous that Dell almos; skipped out of here dainty slippers. Dell heaved a reluctant sigh. There was only one ring-left—a deli cately-chased gold one—so she sup posed she would have to tell him all about it. She meant to teach him a lesson though, for being so jealous without a cause. ' “This,” she began, with a charming as well as exasperating, air of reluct ance, “er—Jim sent me yesterday. Isn’t doubting me, and then how he will laugh when he knows all about it.” ut thelovely blue eyes were a trifle clouded for all that whfip she rej to the house hdefi with ^ -»w-&9nt Belle noticed the cl said— What is the matter with Rick And erton, Dell? He w r alked away as if rac ing for a wager.” Oh, he got mail!” said Dell, de- ightfully vague, as was her wont. “ ‘The mountain and the squirrel had quarrel!’ ” laughed Aunt Belle, re suming her book without giving further thought to the matter. She was quite accustomed to Rick’s and Dell’s little squabbles, and did not imagine that this w'as anything more serious than usual. But Rick did not come Imck that evening nor the next; and Dell become uneasy, itnd then righteously indignant. What a fuss Rick made alxnit noth ing, on account of jealousy and ill-tem per. Why couldn’t he have waited for an explanation, instead of starting off in such a huff? Well, she was glad to get rid of him, and hope it was for good and all. But for all that, Dell did not feel quite happy. If only Rick were not so inclined to misjudge her. Glad news! Jim Harper was coming on a visit that very afternoon, and Dell was to be at the station at two o’clock, with her pony phaeton. She made herself look very bewitch ing in a light summer dress, with great, goldenhearted pansies at her throat and in her belt. She was radiantly happy. How nice it would be to see dear old Jim again! After all, this world was a very glad world to live in, in spite of the jealous Ricks who tried to moke it so unhappy. Rrick Anderton was at the station, ounging about with a dissatisfied and and not altogether happy look on his face. As the train came up, shrieking and ^raffing, Dell flitted past him without even a nod of recognition, and gazed delightedly at one of the windows. There were uot many passengers xrand for this sleepy village, but among .hem was one dainty brunette, who threw herself rapturously into Dell’s arms. Rick stared in astonishment. He had heard, as naughty Dell well knew that a certain Jim Harper was about to pay a visit to Mrs. Belle Irving, and he liad haunted the station in order i;o find out what sort of a looking fellow this Jim Harper was. He found out at last. “Jemima Harper—dear old Jim—how delighted I am to see you again!” gushed Dell rapturously, taking good care to speak loud enough for Rick to iear ever}' word. And then she and her old school- friend drove away, while Rick Ander ton stood and started after them like one dazed. I don’t think Rick deserved .much mercy at Dell’s hands, do you? But when he came to her that even ing, so repentant and humble, what could she do but “forgive and forget?” Rick promised never to be jealous again, aud bids fair to keep his word. Dell was a little sorry, however, that she surrendered so soon, for, as her old schoolmate herself declared— “Rick would never have found so ready a pardon from Jim!” recreation tor the Million. it too lovely?” gazing up at him with those bewitching blue eyes. Rick made no reply, but held her hand tightly crushed in his own, displeasure and pain in his eyes. “You hurt me, Rick,” said Dell plaintively, gently essaying to withdraw her hand. She was rather enjoying the scene, but she had no intention of permittin; her hand to be broken to bits. With an impatient gesture, Rick dropped it. “Who is Jim?” he said abruptly. “A dear old friend of mine, Rick!” with enthusiasm. “I only wish you knew Jim. You would be perfectly de lighted with ” “I beg leave to differ with you,” said Rick freezingly, “I would not lie de lighted with him. Dell looked snubbed. “But isn’t the ring pretty?” die said at last, holding it up tantalizingly. “And see what’s engraved on it.” “To Darling Dell, from Jim.” As Rick read, .the passionate jealous pain at his heart became almost unen durable. He dared not trust himself to speak, so he turned abruptly on his heel, ant strode rapidly down the garden path. Dell laughed, though just a little un easily. “He will come back to-night,” she thought, “to ask to be forgiven for It is not given to every one to cross the ocean and make the tour of Europe; to revel in the halls of dazzling light of New port or Saratoga; to repair to the sea-side or the mountain top, and there tor five dol lars a day to drink in the life-giving air. The spirit may be willing but the means are wanting. And yet the same need for recreation exists in the life of those of mo derate means as in those of the rich. This larger class, however, will be glad to know that the Pennsylvania Railroad Company proposes to continue during the season of 1883, its popular daily excursions between Jersey City and Newburgh, a route furn- isbing many objects of interest, and an infinite variety of scenery. The magnifi cent steamer, Richard Stockton, under the command of Captain Lawrence F. Frazee, will leave the Pennsylvania Railroad docks, Jersey City, every morning at 9 a. m., (excepting Thursday at 9:30 a. m.) and arrive at Jersey City on the return tnp about 6:30 p. m. This steamer is sub stantially built, fully equipped and with a capacity for 2500 passengers. On the route such points of interest as Weehaw- ken, Ft. Lee, Yonkers, the Palisades, Tar- rytown. Sing Sing, Sleepy Hollow, Stony Point, West Point, Iona Island and New burgh, with a privilege of remaining at the three last named for a time varying from one to two hours. The tickets are put at very reasonable rates, and we know of no way in which a day can be so pleasantly spent, with a trifling expense as on one of these trips up the Hudson on the Stockton. Trees in the Northwest. Economy has led to tree planting on an extensive scale in the North and Northwest. Belts of timber are taking the places of pine fences along the ex posed portions of the railroad where some barrier of necessity be maintained against snow drifts. The fences that have been relied upon have to be eight feet high, and, besides costing $800 a milg, need constant attention and re pair. Furthermore, the farmers carry off the boards, and the stoutest oak posts snap like pipe stems in a thor oughgoing prairie gale. Trees answer all the requirements much better. The white willow, which grows to a height of twelve feet in four years, has been found to be the cheapest and best though the box elder, cotton wood, api green ash will serve. The soil must be prepared by harrowing, 'however, and prairie soil is often so poor as to require two or three years’ work. Even then it is said that it is cheaper to use live fences than dead ones. These tree fen ces are constructed by planting two parallel lines of trees on the side of the tracks exposed to the strongest ''Finds and one line on the other side. 1 Bolognese Customs. In the Bolognese territory some curi ous customs prevail. A young man ay have courted a young womrn for cs^walkiitg with her home om chuTch, _ and' r «#iisting her in field labors; but lie is never allowed to enter her house until lie comes for betrothal before the priest. Eveu after this the girl’s father is not supposed to be otti dally informed of the affair until a w r eek before the marriage is to take place, the bridegroom’s father or some oue iu his stead, goes to ask for the hand of the bride. Her father “plays the Indian,” is astonished aud reluctant, but at length bestows his couset and they all set out together to buy the marriage gifts, which consist of as much garnet jewelry as the bridegroom can afford, besides several rings. The buying of these things is a fete to thefamily—the amount of bargainng for them and discussion afterward as to whether they could have been got better and cheaper elsewhere, is something incredible to those who have not heard it. When the bride is dressed for the marriage ceremony,' wearing her maiden necklace of coral, the bridegroom is introduced with the arnetsin his hand, aud asks her whether she will exchange her coral for what he brings. Her new omamets add the finishing strokes to her attire, which is usually a gay flowered dress aud em broidered silk or muslin apron, tied with a broad sash, and "a white veil. After the ceromony the husband takes her home, aud at the door she tiuds a broom. Her mother-in-law has designedly left the dust thick on a table or on the floor, if the bride does uot notice it, it is a sign that she is a bad housekeeper; but she is usually warned of this trap, and falls to sweeping With the convenient broom. It is very necessary that she should ap pease the presiding geuius of the house, tor no matter how old the sons may be, when they marry, the parents still hold undisputed sway, and as they usually all live together under one roof aud at one table, a daughter-in-law’s position is by no means an easy one if she is disliked by the heads of the family. She is greatly separated from her own family, in a ceremonial point of view; eiglit days after marriage she plays them a visit; and then and henceforward she is addressed by them with the formal “you” instead of the tender “thou” to which she has been accustomed. Oue Lunar Day. Let us, in fancy, take such a journey as perhaps the emancipated soul may take,’across the abysses of space. We must leave our bodies behind us, and go on the voyage as unclothed spirits go. We swiftly traverse the void, and take our place iu the center of the moon’s visible hemisphere iu the depth of the lunar midnight. We are' uot wrapped in complete darkness; a sil very earth-light illuminates such a landscape as Daute might have added to his pictures of the lufemo. We are camped upon a rugged plain of glassy basalt and scoria. To the westward, the prodigious volcanic masses of Coperuicus rise twelve thousand feet above us, and to the northward the view is bounded by the great wall of the Apennines, rising to Audean heights. They are uot forest-clothed or snow- crowned. We see only basaltic nellies and columns, and enormous vertical precipices of glassy obsidian, standing unchanged and immovable from age to age—for here is no w ind nor rain, nor any active agency capable of disturbing the deathly stillness aud repose. No stream gnaws at the base of the tre mendous precipices; no cloud rests upon their summits; no sound ever rever berates from mountain to mountain. Under our feet the floor of lava seems to rest upon insecure foundations. Vast chasms and crevices, of inconceiv able depths and tilled with a mysterious darkness, traverse the plain. We seem to he lost spirits—sole survivors of some awful doom, dwelling upon the bumt-out cinders of a floating planetary hell, now dead and frozen to its heart. We look upward aud see a fairer vision —one of planetary life. In the center of the black dome above us, unchanging in its place except as it sways imper ceptibly northward and southward in a slight vibration,.we see, as vast aud bright as its equator the great cloud- ring is revealed as a zone of dazzling whiteness; and cloud-masses are float ing every where,yet not whollyconcealing fifteen full moons, our familiar earth Around are the well-known outlines of the continents. The earth has no secret to hide from us, as the moon hides one of its hemispheres from the earth. As we look upward we perceive a steady rotation, the continents marching past in panoramic succession. As Asia vanishes upon the eastern rim, America rises upon the western; the polar ice caps shine with a splendid white light. The earth remains fixed in our zenith, but the stars march past it in an end less flow. The milky way, the constel lations of the zodiac, the planets in their order, all sweep by or are hidden for a little while behind the great white orb, which seems to take no part in the endless procession of the universe; it whirls swiftly and visibly on its axis, but never changes its place. But for its slight pendulum swing, it is fixed immovably in mid-heaven. It was well that we left our bodies hidden under the warm, white atmosphere of the t^rth; the great planet above us has completed more than seven revolutions since the sunlight shone upon our rest ing-place, and around us is deadly, terrible cold, almost the inconceivable, absolute zero of the interplanetary spaces. The long night slowly wanes as we keep our strange watch. It was lightest at the lunar midnight, for black shadow is slowly creeping across the earth’s splendid white disk. It was a perfect sphere when we first looked upon it ? but now it has completed seven revolutions, and is but a hemisphere; half of it has been swallowed by dark ness. It is darkest j»sl before dawn; but now a change is coming. There is no dawn light in the sky, but the tre mendous spires of the Apennines^begin to glitter with an intense bluish-white splendor. The moon’s morning is at hand. There is no pomp of prepara tion, such as we saw on earth; no chariot of Apollo wrapped in gold and crimson clouds, no Aurora opening the gates of day; the glaring blue light is strangely contrasted with the utter blackness of the shadow. Slowly the day gains upon the night, as the illum ination creeps downward toward the mountain bases. Suddenly the rim of the sun rises above the eastern horizon; without a moment’s preparation, or any gradual transition, wc pass from the d. pthsof midnight to the light of the lunar day. The deadly desolation of the landscaite is now fully revealed. We see only volcanic ruins, ashes, scoria, hardened lava-flow’s, the chim neys of burnt-out craters. Not a cloud floats in the heavens; ,not a water-drop or blade of glass exists upon the plain. There is no atmospheric perspective, no blue veil of air hiding ami softening the distant outlines; the lioiiow pones upon the farthest horizon reveal features as sharp and clear as those of the great mountain at whose feet we stand. The sun shines with a destroying brightness, and the rocks beneath us begin to feel its power, and glow with fervent -heat. We look upward, not upon a vault of tender blue, but upon a black abyss, crowded with stars, as in the lunar midnight. The earth still hangs from the center of its black dome, but it has waned to a hollow cadent, and as the sun glides past the light for a little wliile utterly goes out, but soon liegius to kindle again and grow, as the sun sinks toward the west. The earth has made fourteen revolutions since the long day liegan, and now the sun seems to rest upon the southern slojie of Copernicus. The valley is a furnace, seven times heated; the rocks are lumi nous with a dull red glow. But now r the sun goes down suddenly, without a twilight, the earth, immovable in mid heaven, is now a hemisphere of soft, splendid wiiiteness; the fiery light climbs the slopes of the Apennines; and dies uikmi their highest crest; the glowing heat of the rocks swiftly radiates into space; as the cold gains in intensity the earth-light brightens, till our home orb is once more the perfect sphere of the lunar midnight. Since we pitched our camp a period equal to twenty-nine and a half earthly days has passed, and the evening and morning are one day of the dead world. A New Form of Maduees. Big Dining Booiuh. The men who patrol the cemeteries after the sun has gone down are armed with pistols and clubs ; and are generally accompanied by trained and savage bloodhounds. In addition to these ex ternal and tangible means of defense they must be gifted with rare and pe culiar mental organization. So many men have lost their reason through wa’ehing graves at night that jiersoiis in that position have come to lielieve that they risk lapsing into a state of melancholia iierfectly distinct from any other form of insanity. Sextons and grave diggers call the affection “toml>- stone madness.” A startling realization of this fact waa telegraphed throughout the coun try recHftly. It was announced that several of the soldiers who do sentry duty day and night at the tomb of Garfield, amid the dreary solitude of Lake View Cemetery, nea^ Cleveland, lave become insane. Anything or any device ». used by the men to get away from ti e ghostly muster of tombstones or the dark array of mounds. An old watchman at Glenwood Cemetery ex plained this to a reporter recently by saying that in all probability the soldiers detailed at the grave w ere not picked. “Take half a dozen men from iny walk of life,” he continued, “and place them at night to watch grave yards, and the chances are that in a short time five of the six will feel like retiring permanently to a lunatic asy lum.” “If a man wants to enter this pro fession and lie a success at it lie must >e about as impressionable as brick and mortar. If he Iras the least bit of im agination he had better abandon the rasiness, for when the moon is obscured jy clouds and he is walking alnrat a cemetery, shivering from his heels upward, he will mistake tombstones for ghosts. He will think that the owls, as they whiz past his ear with their mournful hoot, are unquiet spirits come to haunt the receptacles of the bodies which they once iiermeated. When the noise of his footsteps makes the rats disappear with a rustling sound into little thickets of evergreens he will start and grasp his weapon. The very whine of his dog will make him feel nervous, and bit by bit his reason Speaking of stomachs that are palpa- tie, they have become a feature in New York architecture. A walk up Fifth avenue reveals the fact that new houses have had to bend to the require ments of the era that Carlyle called the age of the belly. Dining rooms may have always had conspicuous attention n the plans for rich men’s residences, out never before were they made to iin trude upon observation, and to distend the wall lines of otherwise rectangular buildings, exactly after the fashion of that human proof or high regard for good living as is typified in the aider- men of tradition. The famed mansions that have lately arisen along the fash ionable thoroughfare seem all to be alike in that one respect. So much extra space has been required for ample and luxurious dining halls that the houses seem to present fat paunches to the public gaze. Starting down from the Central Park, the first new mansion is that of Mr. Frederick W. Stevens, the millionaire lawyer, on the comer of Forty-seventh street. The dining-room extends beyond the great brown-stone ' ace in an annex almost as long and tail as the main building. It is equip ped with a rare treasury of heavy plate, delicate china and filmy glass, and the carved hardwood furniture aud row of odd candelabra are not surpassed else where, but the main feature of the room is the collection of Moorish saddle-bags of embossed leather that pad the walls. They are the million aire’s pride. He collected them in long joumeyings through Spain and Moroc co. The dining-room in the new house of Mr. Kemp, the man who made mil lions in Florida water, is an exception to the rule as far as the manner of its construction goes, for it is like ordinary ones—a mere room in the house. But it is the costliest and biggest of all the rooms. Its ceiling is made of sheets of lustrous stamped brass. All three of the new Vanderbilt houses expose their dining-rooms after the abdominal fash ion. It will not be deemed an over sight if the opportunity for the thou sandth description of these gorgeous apartments is not here embraced. Per haps the best examples of the new pro- tmberant order of dining-room con struction are seen in the grand houses that the sons of the old Huguenot lain monopolist, Peter Goelet, have just moved into on the comer of Forty-ninth street and the corner of Forty-eighth street. These houses are exceedingly quiet in outward effect, but as marked ly rich within. In each the dining room is extended into a conservatory projection beyond the house. The din ing-rooms proper are finished in the French style, in white, paneled with gilt molding, inclosing oil paintings on canvas, ordered from the most con spicuous artists in Paris and in London. The effect of leaving oue end of these rooms open so as to allow the tropical display of huge-leaved plants and gaudy flowers in the glass-roofed conservator ies to form an indefinite fourth wall, and pemitting the concealment of an orchestra on great occasions, is exceed ingly pleasing. Ancient DDhe*. The British museum has just acquir ed an interesting collection of thirty- nine silver objects which gives an in sight into the daily life of the Baby lonians, and reminds us of the discov ery of the bird dealer’s shop at Pompeii. These objects, which were all found to gether on the site of Babylon, consists of fragments of silver dishes, the broken handle of a vase and coins, most of the latter being defaced and clipped. It is easy to see that aU have been broken purposely by a practiced hand, with the view of using the metal again, and we may fairly conclude that the collection is the remains of a silversmith’s or coiner’s shop. Among the coins is a Lycianone in good preservation. So far as can be judged from the vase handle aud dishes, the art is distinctly Babylonian under Persian influence, ana the workshop may date from the conquest of Alexander. will become unpaired.” “I could give you some sad renn- niscenses of people who watched grave yards,” said one of the oldest watchmen at Laurel Hill Cemetery, in a strange, solemn tone. Then, half jestingly, lie added: “But they’re buried in the past, and it’s my business to let what’s buried remain so.” He did not mind telling one story, however. “I used to work in a Brooklyn cemetery before I came to this city, he began. “It was there that the terrible scene which shall sjieak of occurred. We wanted an assistant night watchman very badly, but none of the i*ersons who pre sented themselves could endure staying up with the graves for more than two or three nights each. At last there came an unfortunate man whose health seemed shattered by overwork and privation. It wits his last venture. He had tried to get employment everywhere without result and his wife and child ren were suffering. We took him on. I don’t think I shall ever forget his face the morning after his first night in the graveyard. He said he had endured unheard-of agony, but was hopeful of getting over it in time. The following night was dark and windy. Rain came down in torrents and there were flash es of lightning every few minutes. At about 1 o’clock the head wathman heard a low cry; there was a sound of running feat, followed by the report of a pistol. A search was made and the unfortunate man was found lying on his back across a grave dead. There was a small hole in his temple, and his own revolver, one barrel of which was empty, lay three feet away, where ' had filing it, inbeded in the ground, was certain that some fearful creation of the imagination had so terrified him that he took his life to escape from it.” When the old mail had finished this narrative he was silent for many min utes. He sat perfectly still, with i vacant look, and allowed bright tears to chase each other down his cheek. Suddenly he made a brisk motion and forcibly forgot the subject of his narra tive. “There are amusing things some times,” he raid, speaking at first with an effort. “A short time ago a man was put to work at night in a cemetery not far from here. He strolled around in an affected indifferent way, whistling tunes dear to his countrymen. In *1110 course of his rambling he tumblei bodily into a newly-made grave, and lot of loose earth feel on him when he reached the liotiom. He straggled wildly, and in aliout an hour and three- quarters managed to get out, screaming lustily that the devil had dug a grave and tried to bury him in it. With a single bound he cleared a four-foot fence, rolled down a forty-foot hill, and that’s the last of him, for no one about here ever set eyes on him again, dead or alive. He must have gone liack to Ireland, for he wasn’t hurt at all. Some practical jokers once tried to scare a watchman, a frieud of mine. It was immense tun—for the watch man. They got into the cemetery dis guised its body-snatchers, and pretended to lie opening graves. There were three individuals. One got seven buckshot in him, the second received five in his leg, and I forget what happened to the third. The only thing that is more dangerous than watching graves is robbing them.” “What is it produces this dreadful melancholia?” asked the reporter. The old man locked around him mys teriously and added, as he moved away: “I’m not a doctor nor a scholar, but I liave my belief that it’s the miasma from the graves that ixiisons the blood and warps the brain. Just see, cool as it is this evening, the vapor is rising- rising.” And the old watchman pointed toward the setting sun, against which blazing background a filmy mist co uld be seen ascending from the ground like the genii from the fisherman’s box in the Arabian tale^ —Matthew Hamilton, a miner of West Lafayette, O., claims to be a sur vivor of the Light Brigade, which charg ed at Balaklava. A Shlp-lo««l of Monkey*. Aii American consular officer relates a very funny occurrence, which came under his observation during his official residence in Liverpool. • A wealthy ship owner, who was better at making money than at spelling, sent an order to Bom bay, aud among other things wrote for two monkeys, which he wanted to pre sent to friends; but departing from the usual mode of singling the word two, he put it too. Perhaps the handwriting was not very legible, as is often the ease with other than illiterate ship-owners. At any rate, tiie master of the ship read it 100 instead of too, and so did the agents at Bombay. There was much astonish nient at so strange an order, but the master was bound to obey instructions. Accordingly the service of a number of natives were secured, the country round about was scoured, and in a few days a hundred monkeys, of all colors and pre vious conditions, were secured. There were little black monkeys, with eyes like 1 leads, bigger monkeys with whiskers, and babboons whose grave expression of countenance presented a ridiculous con trast to their undignified antics. The whole crowd chattered, screamed, and fought in the cage which had lieen pro vided for them in the ship, in spite of all efforts to keep them quiet. In a few days tiie homeward voyage was begun, Mid with it tiie troubles of the crew. As soon as the motion of the ship was felt, the monkeys redoubled their noise, making a regular pandemonium of the ship. Relays of them shook the ban of the cage without a moment’s cessation for twenty-three hours out of each twen ty-four, until thecage was literally shak en to pieces, and the astonished sailors beheld x .cloud of monkeys issuing from the hold, scrambling, lighting, and tum bling over each other as if their lives depended upon getting into the rigging n tiie shortest possible time The mon eys,with mischievousness unparalleled, would steal every thing they could lay their hands on. If clothes were hung ii]) to dry they would carry them up to the highest jHiint attainable and pick them to pieces. It was necessary to set a guard over every thing that was wash ed or dried. When the cabin hoy swept the deck he had to lock up the broom, for if he hid it ever so securely, his back would scarcely lie turned before an old ajie, half as big as a man, would have it, going through the motion of sweeping the deck with an air of indescribable gra vity. So great wasjjthe annoyance that it was with great difficulty that tiie offi cers could keep the men from shooting their tormentors, and when the ship touched at Aden half of the crew desert ed, preferring to take their chances at this inhospitable place than to endure further persecution. Finally the ship reached home. She had been signaled ivt Land’s End. ami the owner was at the dock when she ar rived, Shipowners generally pride them selves on the trim apiiearance of their ships, and our friend was weak in this respect, if in no other. What then was his astonishment to see the ship’s rigging crowded with knots or bunches, with here and there a festoon where several monkeys had suspended themselves from a spar in a string, holding eacli other by the tail! Everybody aliout the docks viewed with wonder the approaching spectacle. The ship moved slowly to her berth, and presently her yard arms neared those of several other vessels lying at dock. In an instant the mon keys leaiied from one to the other, and began a tour among the forests of masts that fringed the harbor of Liverpool. All the lioys and idlers around the dock were engaged, and a grand hunt ensued, up and down the rigging from ship to ship, until all were captured. The owner was furious, but was, after a while, mollified by an explanation, and tiie difficulty satisfactorily adjusted. The monkeys were gradually sold off, realizing a profit of aliout fifty dollars alxive what they had cost. NEWS IN BRIEF Coffee Deans to Order. “Give me your opinion of these, young man,” raid the east side as he spread liefore the reporter a handful of coffee beans. “They aren’t very reg ular in size, are they? Now coinpare them with these, and tell me which you think are tiie better.” The grocer placed a second handful alongside of the others. The two lots were of the same dark color, and at a little distance away presented no very marked difference. Closer inspection showed that while the coffee lieans first shown were not all of the same size, the second handful were of extraordi nary regularity, the beans being very plump and large.” “1 know what you are going to tell me, and at first glance any one would say so. Your opinion is that the last lot is the best, isn’t it? Well, the dif ference 1 iet ween the two batches is that those which l showed you first are a fair lot of coffee lieans, while the others aren’t coffee at all, and never grew on a coffee bush.” “What kind of a bush did they grow “No bush at all. They are a manu factured article. You need uot look as if you didn’t believe it, for it’s a fact on which you may safely risk your last dime. They are nothing more or less than imitations, made out of dough, and browned up to resemble the true coffee. They are made in moulds and baked afterward. Each one is almost perfect in shajie, and all alike. You won’t find genuine coffee beaus to have such regularity.” “They look all right, but it strikes me that no one would mistake the bev erage made from them for coffee.” “You are wrong again, young man. No respectable grocer would be foolish enough to give any customer who buys a pound of coffee a pound of the imita tion. No, indeed. They mix it in the proportion of four or five of coffee to oue of the imitation. Nobod v examines each bean. You hear pc.sous com plaining of bad coffee all the time. T’m sure I can’t tell how it is.’ says the housekeeper; ‘I buy the coffee in the bean and grind it myself. I am sure it is not adulterated.’ “You see. the grocer can mix chicory with ground coffee, but when coffee is bought in the bean something's got to be done. Some brilliant mind got over the difficulty by making coffee beans to order.” —During the past six months Texas has sold 2,185,000 acres of school land. —Some of the farmers in San Bernar dino county, Cal., are killing birds by placing jioisoned apples on trees. —An Ashland, Ohio, wife recently liecaine the mother of a perfectly healthy babe weighing less than one pound. Ex-Secretary Columbus Delano Is spending his old age in luxury on his large sheep faun in Knox county, O. —Internal revenue collections for the San Francisco district for tiie year end ing February 28th, aggregate $3,802,- 590. —Light-weight husbands are wonder ing Ikiw David Davis will get to his room at 2 A. M. without making the stairs creak. —A granite monument is to be erect- ed at Andersonville, Ga., in memory of the Federal soldiers who are buried there. —There were twenty-two contested seats in tiie Forty-seventh Congress and it cost the country $100,000 to settle them. —France in 1873 produced 17,000,000 pounds of cocoons; in 1879 only 11,000,- 000 pounds, and in 1880 14,000,'"'" pounds. —Alexander II. Stephens was wforth aliout $50,000—$.'$0,000 of which he iliade out of his book, “ The War amoiiifc the States. —In the United States there is aloout $40,000,000 of capital invested in pi .per. mills, the annual product being 70,000,- 000 pounds. ^ —Ex-Secretary Kirkwood lias reccYr- ered fully from the effects of his receuyt accident, and is lecturing in Iowa ou\ “Education.” ~ v - —Texas now leads the southern states in the production of cotton. The crop of last year will aggregate 1,500,000 bales, worth $75,000,000. —Gen. Francis A. Walker will deliver the oration at tiie opening of the Manu facturers and Mechanics’ Institute Fair, in Boston, next September. —A recent letter from Honolulu, Hawaii, rays that King Kalakaua’s “Army” consists of 49 soldiers, exclu sive of t lands and attendants. —The proprietors of the marble quarry in Hawkins, Tenn.. have for the last year been realizing $300 per foot for their marble delivered on the cars. —The number of hogs packed in Chi cago for the year ending March 1,1883, was 4,223,000, a decrease of 878,000 com- pared with the preceding year. —One hundred and sixty active sin gers and two hundred associate members belong to the Mozart Society and Con servatory of Music of Memphis, Tenn. —The state of Neviula has for the past sixteen year-, been collecting a cabinet of minerals, and now lias a magnificent collection, over two thousand specimens iu ail. —The total amount of per cent, bonds exchanged into-3 per cents, to date is $299 000,400. Of this amount, $8,150,050 liave been exchanged since February 1. —It is asserted that Minnesota con tains no less than 10,000 lakes, with an average extent of .’$00 acres each. These lakes, it is raid, cover one-twentieth of tiie surface of the state. . —The curfew is still rung at many towns in England, and at Ripon a horn is blown at 9 p. m. in memory of the presentation to the city of a horn, still extant, by Kmg Alfred. —The sand business in Albany, N. Y. amounts to quite an industry. Molding rand is shipiied in large quantities from that city to California. Oue man ships about 25,000 tons yearly. —It is raid that the finest sleeping cars in the country are those which run into New Orleans, and that fully four-fifths of them are equipped with paper w'heels, costing" $90 each, or $1080 a car. —It is found by R. Schneider that dis tinct traces of silver are obtainable in many of the commercial preparations of bismuth. Pure oxide of bismuth, when free from silver, is uot affected by light. —A young man died in Rome, Ga., a few days ago, after an illness of forty- eight hours, and his physician said his death was due to congestion of the lungs, caused by smoking cigarettes. —A dying thief was compassionately released from the Rhode Island State Prison and sent to pass his remaining days at home in Providence; but before his deaili he crawled out and robbed seven houses. —Remains of a mastodom and a num ber of curious bones belonging to vari ous other animals have beeu found near a salt mine at New Iberia, La. Among them were some fossil teeth of horses, and they have been presented to the Yale College Museum. —The Treasury department has de cided that only $42,000 of the $72,000 appropriated by congress to reimburse Oregon for expenses incurred by it in the Modoc war shall be paid over, because Oregon still owes taxes to the United States amounting to $30,000. —The quaint old town of Boscawen, N. II., is to celebrate the one hundred and fiftieth anniversary of its existence during the coming summer. This town lias given to the world Daniel and Eze kiel Webster, Gen. John A. Dix, Will iam Pitt Fessenden, Nathaniel wid Charles G. Green, aud other distinguish ed men. —Of 362 houses inspected by the Lon don Sanitary Protection Society last year, six per cent, were found to have drains completely choked up, preventing all communication with a sewer. In 117 houses the soil pipes leaked, allowing sewer gas to enter the house. Perhaps it is no better here. —Statistics of suicides in Russia that include every Province except three or four, give a total of 2000 persons who destroyed themselves last year, and 7718 for a period of dve years. The greatest numbers of cases are credited to thedis- tricts of Moscow, St. Petersburg, War saw and Irkutsk. ~~ the number of cases has also This is likewise ti Germany. In the Russian army oincro of the kTjL?;