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Till MCCORMICK ADVANCE DEVOTED TO THE GENERAL WELFARE. VOLUME II. McCORMICK, S. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 18.1886. NUMBER 35. Tbe Better Day. A bettor day! All phopheto apeak Its coaxing with their toaguss of flams; It ever comes, it is, it came, But eyes are dim and hearts are weak. Broad as the universal sky, Deep as tbe centre of the sphere, Ito glory flashes on the seer, Its vital heat goes pulsing by. Faith calls the lily from its tomb; The coming day has come to them * Who see her garment’s golden hem Shake star-dust over midnight’s gloom. The little soul may draw its fill, And crow on Nature’s dandling knees Tbe larger life, more hard to please, Drains all her breast and hungers still In every hope, in every pain Tbe promise breathes; our very night Is but our shadow in the light, We turn and all is clear again. Ihe coming day’s eternal dawn Whitens the shore-line of our east, Unrisen still, but still increased, As through the unending spires we’re drawn. —Qto. S. Burleigh, in Providence Journal. ON THE BRINK. “Not broken off the engagement?” cried Sylvia Denton, breathlessly. “0, Kate! And he’s tbe handsomest fellow Dover saw in my life 1” “Yes,” said Kate Harley, quietly, “he is a very handsome man.” “What has he been doing?” persisted ipquisitivo Sylvia. Flirting with another girl? They all do that, mjr dear.” “No.” “Gambling? Playing cards? You must make some allowance, Kate, for men who have no home, ex cept a hotel, must bo amused.” “I have heard no such accusations brought against him,” said Kate, cold ly- “What is it, then? Do speak out, Kate Harley, and not keep a poor girl in suspense. ” “Because, Sylvia, I feared he was falling into the grooves of habitual drink ing,” Miss Harley answered, with an evi dent effort. “Because I have a horror too great to be described of such a bond age.” “And r was that allP’ “That was all.” “Kate,” said Sylvia Denton, deliber ately, “I think you are the greatest fool I ever knew in my life. All men drink. You, yourself, would despise one who did not. and bo thn first -te -characterize him as a ninny,” . — * “On the contrary, I should respect him beyond expression.” “My brother-in-law always has wine on the table,” went on Sylvia, impetu ously. “We invariably have champagne at our little evening gatherings, and I challenge you to have a better man or a kinder husband than Edmund Avery.” “It is possible,” said Kate. “Butin that case ho is tho exception, and not the rule. I have seen too many cases of young men being led to ruin by the glass offered in open-hand ed hospitality, the decanter ever at hand, to approve of 'wine always on the ta ble.’ ” “You are as old-tashioned as Methu* saleh’s eldest daughter in your doc trines,” retorted Sylvia, half laughing, half vexed. “I, for my part, should think no more of finding fault with Hcnrey Morrison because he takes an occasional glass of wine, than be cause his mustache is black instead of brown.” Kate smiled rather sadly. “That is your affair, and not mine,” said she. “I am not willing to risk it.” . ‘ \ And Sylvia Denton went home and raised a general laugh at the dinner- tablo of her pretty, blooming sister at the ridiculous Quixotism of Katherine Harley. “She’4 not get another offer like Basil Hartford,” said Mrs. Avery. “But Kate always had a streak of eccentricity about her.” “She had better go into a convent at once and done with it,” said Edmund Avery, contemptuously. “No, Charley, old boy,’ r (to his eldest son, a fine lad of fourteen), “one glass of claret is enough for a slip like you. As I was saying, I have no taleration for such extremists. I hope, Sylvia, you don’t intend to follow your friend’s ex ample?” “I? No, indeed!” cried Sylvia, with toss of her pretty head. “I am willing to satisfy myself with an ordinary man, possessed of man’s feelings. I don’t expect to discover perfection, and" neither do I believe in finding fault with trifles.” It was scarcely a week after this do mestic discussion that Charley Avery came to his mother and accosted her in a mysterious whisper: “Mamma, Bill Stickney is coming up from Pleasantville to spend the day in- New Ycrk. I should like a holiday to show him around town. We used to be seat-mates at old Middleton’s school.” Very well, dear,” said the indulgent mother; “I’ll send a note of excuse to Dr. Lesson well.” “And, mamma, can I take him to Bamotelli’s for lunch? It’s so much more Jolly than coming home, you know. Just for once, mamma, dear— &ud I’ll toll old Bmotelli to ohargt it to jrow WIV’ “Yes, if you like,” said Mrs. Avery, secretly proud of Master Charley’s spirit and enterprise. The same day, Mias Denton, who had been shopping for a new blue silk party dress, chanced to encounter Kate Harley just opposite tho plate- glass door and decorated windows of Barnotelli’s fashionable restaurant. “Dear Kate, do come in with me,” said Sylvia, laying her perfect kidded hand on Kate’s arm. “I am just dy ing for a oup of chocolate and an oyster atew. Come in, and I’ll show you a sample of the sweet shade of blue I’vo been buying, and ask your advice about how to have the corsage cut. “Here’s a nice, secluded little table,” aaid Sylvia as they entered the restau rant, pointing to one surrounded by a Bemi-oircular velvet sofa, and luxuriously seating herself. “Dear me, what nasty crew is that opposite? Why, good gra cious, it’s our Charley 1” Charley Avery it was, seated with a boy of about his own age, at a table di agonally opposite, loaded with all the dainties in aad out of season which Bar- notelii’s larder could supply. A waiter stood grinning opposite, and M. Birno- telli himself was evidently remonstrat ing with his young customers. “But Monsieur Charles has of enough already,” he said. “Look—one—two bottles of do Veuve Cliquot are enough for two boys! Monsieur, your papa would make of the great objection, could ho know. Bj satisfied, M >nsieur Charles.” “Now look here, Barnotelli, that’s all fudge,” said Charlie Avery, whose thick voice and flushed cheeks denoted that the little Frenchman was right in his deductions. “Give us another bottle, and look sharp about it! Just as if I wa3 unused to wine! Why, we have it on our table every day J" Barnotelli shook his head. “I should be pleased much to oblige,” said he, “but M. Charles has hai too much already. Tuko the word of an old campaigner, that one more bottle would make you what you call—drunk, M. Charles I” “You are an old fool,” said Charles, starting up—but tho very motion be trayed that he was unsteady on his legs. “If I want champagne, I’ll have it. And ” “Monsieur,” whispered the Frenchman to Charley’s companion, “if your are wise, get a carriage a id take M. Caarles home. He has already drink of too much. When he gets in the air it will go into his head, buzz—buzz, like one top spin ning itself. Ho is but a boy—his brain cannot stand the foam and sparkle, like a man.” “Charley, come home,” urged Billy Stickney, an honest, heavy-featured fel low, who had not indulged with the freedom of his friend. “It’s most timo for me to take the-train, too.” “I won’t go home,” cried Charley, huskily. “Why, we’ve only just begun to enjoy ourselves, Bill. What a muff you are.” But Sylvia Denton came hurriedly for ward at this juncture of affairs. “Charley,” said she, “if you don’t go home at once, I’ll send a policeman after you. How dare you conduct yourself so disgracefully in a public place like this? Have you no atom of pride and decency left?” And Charley, who really stood in some awe of his Aunt Sylvia’s authority, sul lenly obeyed. Sylvia returned to her friend, to sip with what little appetite remained to her the frothing chocolate, served in painted cups as trahslucent as egg-shells. “And this,” she said to herself, “ is what comes of teaching boys to accus tom themselves to the daily use of wine.” While she was thinking thu«,the voices of two gentlemen in an adjoining seat broke in upon her meditation. Evidently they, too^had not been unobservant of this lit tle episode, and it had suggested some kindred topic to their minds. “It’s beooming altogether too nniver- sall,” said one, a line-looking, gray-haired man of sixty or thereabouts. “Now, there’s that young Morrison—did you know that Meredith & Son had decided to dismiss him from his place as cashier in their establishment?” “No.” “Upon that very account. He is get ting to drink so constantly that they don’t feel as if they could trust him any longer. It’s a bad beginning for a young man, you know—leads to all sorts of other dis sipations, and one never knows what may be the end of it. I’m sorry for him my self; he’s a fine young fellow, but I could not feel justified in recommending him to any other firm, under all the circum stances. Won’t you have another cup of coffee? No? Well, then, we may as well be moving.” Sylvia and Kate heard all this—Sylvia with deeply crimsoned cheeks, and Kate half sorry for her friend’s distress and mortification, half glad that she was be ginning to be undeceived sa com- plete’y. “Kate,” said Sylvia, as at last they arose to go, “you were right when—when you rejected Basil Hartford; I never knew before how right.” Two good results eventuated from this day’s happenings. One was the banish- HWgt of wines from tho daily table of tb* ATwyiwd the reorgmaMoa of Master Clirtfley’s education ou an entire ly new basis; tbe other was Sylvia Den ton’s firm but quiet refusal to see her lover again unti 1 he had signed the temper ance pledge. Hervey Morrison wus not so far gone but that ho couid 6ee his own impending danger, and he did sign the pledge. Aye, and kept it, too. “Sylvia,” he said, years afterward, “you wore my salvation.” It was the truth.—N. Y. Notes. Staying Power, In a book on sheep-raising recently published, the author mentions a singu lar method in u*e among Scotch shep herds of choosing the be>t dog from a litter. The puppk* are carried into a room apart from the mother, and kept there some time until she becomes anx ious and frighteued. When the door is opened, and she is allowed to come to them, tho dog which she first carries out is invariably the best. “Donald, my herdsman, made this ex periment with a litter of shepherd-dogs. The one chosen was the smallest and weakest of the lot. *The mother-instinct fell short this time,’ I said to him. “ ‘Aweel, no sir,’ Donald replied. 'It’s no big bones n r big bark ye want in a colly, but staying power.’ Time proved Donald and the .mother to. bo right.” President C- the head of one of tiie oldest and best American schools, used to say, “Never choose a horse or a boy that ‘spurts,’ for your favorite. It is not the first mile, but the twentieth, that tells the blood of your nag, and it is the years that be - between thirty and forty which show tho quality of work which a man will do for tho world, not the eager prancings and leaps of his boy hood.” Steady-going, quiet lads at school are often thrown into the background and discouraged by the brilliancy and eager ness of quicker witted comrades. But they should remember that there are many and divers gifts in the intellectual as in the spiritual world, and that endur ance, dogged perseverance, and “staying power’’ in the long race of life, win as sure successes as more brilliant qualities. The old fable of tho hare and the tortoise is as true now in America as in Rome in the days of ASsop. — Youth's Companion. in—^p— f The Rare of Preserved Fruit. In order to keep preserved fruit in condition it Is necessary that the jars be airtight, aad that they be kept in a cool, dark place. Atmospheric air is “ex tremely insinuating,” and it will pene trate even by microscopic openings, and thus injure the product of labor per formed in the torrid summer days in a kitchin with a temperature considerably over 100 degress. The t p of tho very jar with a screw or rubber fastening should be sealed with bottle wax. Jelly glasses should be secured with bladders, or with paper dipped in white of egg and pressed about the glass without a wrinkler Mauy persons take the precau tion to wrap every g'a's jar or tumbler in paper, and then pack each of them in sawdust or sand, so that they will not bo affected by light nor by atmospheric changes. The closet in which preserves are kept should not be damp nor should it be in close proximity to tbe kitchen. In winter the temperature must be a degree or two above freezing point. It i3 always well to keep preserves in n closet by themselves, so that it need be opened when necessary to store each new addition of jars. Thus tho atmos pheric changes are reduced to a minimum and the fruit will remain iu good condi tion.—New York Commercial. Fond of Their Native Soil. The Cantonese go in large numbers to Amerioa and Australia; while abroad they dress as foreigners, but once they set foot on their native soil the foreign dress is discarded, and tho returned exile, with his trousers aad flowing gar ments, meets his friends with as much ease and grace ns if his limbs had never been encased in the tight-fitting bar barian costume. No length of residents abroad ever naturalizes a Chinaman. High and low, rich and poor, the/ all long to get back to China and have their bones mixed with those of their aunccs- tors. About two years ago I came across a Chinaman who had left his native vil lage wheu a boy of ten, and had returned a wealthy man after thirty years residence in Boston, having almost entirely forgot ten his native dialet. At tir.t he ilis- pised his native surrounding, and boasted of American freedom, but after a few months he settled down to the life of his neighbors, took great pains to cultivate a pigtail, married, Christian though he was, a couple of wives, and became a model citizen of the Celestial j Empire. —Nineteenth Century. Au Fascination. He had been out for a day's fishing, and as he proudly displayed the contents j of his basket to his wife she exclaimed: “Oh, John, aren’t they beauties! but j I’ve been so anxious for the past hour, dearl’’ “Foolish little one!” said John, ca ressingly. “Why, what could happen to mel’ “Oh, I didn’t worry about you, love; ; but it grew so late I was afraid that be fore you got back to town tho fish mar- ktti would fi.lt U closed, Eto'ald, WORK 0F_ LOGGERS. How Pine Tr.es are Brought to Market in the Northwest. Hauling the lo s on Sledi to Dammed Ravin s Formation of a Boom. The logger j’ harvest and means of getting his crop from the pineries to mar ket is, perhaps, rs little understood as any other great industry in the land, says the St. Paul Pioneer-Prest. Even those residing iu the logging districts who arc not engaged in the business, have Little idea of how the pine log3 they sec floating down the Mississippi, St. Croix, Chippewa, and other rivers leading from the pineries are gathered and rafted. The pineries of the norih- west arc located on and about the great watershed wlicro the Mississippi, its tributaries, and tho tributaries of Lake Superior find their source. The main shed, which divides tho St. Louis, Little Black, and the other rivers on tho north side from tho Mississippi, St. Croix, Chippewa, and other rivers on tho south side, has branch sheds cx.ending between the streams flowing south down to their confluence, and btftwccn the streams on tho north side down to Luke Superior. Tho shed aud branches are high enough to furnish head for a strong current, aud from the head, leading down to the main streams, are n multitude of creeks, brooks and mere ravines. These last are all utilized by the loggers. A series of sluice d:;ins are constructed ulong each creek, brook and ravine, aud each dam is put iu shape in the fall ot tho year to collect water for use in the spring. After the dams arc repaired aud in shape the crews of men are set to work cutting pines aud piling the logs in con venient * localities. "When tho snow comes the work of hauling the piles iu the pineries to the dammed ravines be gins. For this purpose immense sleds, hauled by four or six very heavy horses or as many oxen, are used. These sleds are from twelve to fourteen feet wide, and sometimes as many as 100 logs are hauled at a load. Tho piles of logs are seldom more tlrnu three miles from the ravine, so that m my loads are hauled by each teamster in a day. Tho logs are dumped from tho sleds on the ice aud scaled. Scaling is ^^ogger’s term for measuring a Tog toiMH—tn how many feet of lumber it contains. The sealing is done by skilled men, and with scaling clippers or log rules. The logs come from the pineries all cut in uniform lengths—12, 16, 20, 24 and 28 feet. The caliper takes the diameter of the log and indicates on the rule the number of feet of lumber according to the length. In the spring the accumulation of water from the fall and winter rains and suows is sufficient to carry the logs away which have been piled on the ice. The sluice-dams are accordingly opened, and the werk of driving begins. The driving process is accomplished by c rcwsof men who follow the logs as they float down to the main .streams and pre vent or break log jams or gorges. The next place of interest in the transit of the log is the boom. It is at the boom that the logs arc put into brails to be floated down to the rafting-grounds, placed in rafts, and pushed by steamers down the Mississippi. A brief descrip tion of the St. Croix boom will give an idea of all the largo booms of the north west. The St. Croix boom commences four miles and a half below Marine, is live miles long, teim nating two and a half miles above Stillwater, and is on the west side of the main channel of the St. Croix river. It is practically an in ch sure into which the logs are driven, intdc into brail?, let out at the foot and delivered to the owners. The inciosuro is made in this way:. A row of piles, ex tending above medium water about sev en feet, line the west shore, and another row of piles line tho west edge of tho main channel. Attached to the row of piles are continuous fl rating walks,made of h-avv, strong planks. Across the foot of the boom : s stretched a row of logs, fastened end to end, for the pur pose of retaining all logs in the boom until through with them. ’Flic logs, as they come down the river are driven in to the enclosure by a crew of men sta tioned at the head of the boom. All along the floating plank walk on the shore side arc men at work tying with ropes tho logs together into brails. Every logger has certain recorded marks which are placed on his logs in the pin eries. Tiie men on the plank walk arc nearly all divided into squads, each of which places all the marks of a certain logger in a brail. A few rods apart are ropes stretched from the piles along the shore to the piles along the channel. Hanging with their hands to one of these ropes and stepping on the floating logs are two or three men engaged in sorting out the particular marks wanted by the squads nearest to them on tho walks making brails. The marks not wanted are pe mitted to float by to the ropes below. A wire apparatus has been placed in the Black fcjea by American engineers to catch and destroy hostile torpedo boats by electric fuses, Tho construction is kept a secret, The port of tSgbastopol wrs closed lor twelve hgura ths Apparatus was beiag laid. ^ Too Economical. * My name is Archimedes Hardpan. Un til recently I was editor of The Waybaek Norn of Plenty. My journalistic career was short, sad aud painful. I am now brooding o’er the painful past. I have so much painful past to brood o’er, that I haven’t time to do do much else. Let tha frivolous and trifling pause here, and turn to another column. These remarks are not for them. They are for those who can weep a couple of tear* over my painful past. My wife’s name is Maria. She is a wom an of an economical turn of mind and great force of character. Iu her domes tic walks “waste nothing” is her maxim, and her constant efforts to have me “waste nothing” have been tho cause of much of my painful past. The advertising patrons of TheUorn of Plenty paid me mainly in sad-irons, cork screws, garden seeds, health food and a variety of other things which Congress has thus far neglected to make a legal tender. Iu this respect my paper was truly a horn of plenty. It was more of the nature of a hollow horu. My first advertising contract yielded me a dozen liver pads. I tried to trade them to the grocer for a pieco of bacon, which, I thought, would give my liver more joy than a pad, but he looked at me coldly and said that liver pads had gono out of style. When Maria found them on my bands she insisted that I should ! wear them, aud when Maria insists I usually give in to save trouble and loud : talk. For twelvo weeks I wore a large, j scarlet-trimmed pad over an innocent and well-behaved liver. Then Maria gave j the cast-off pads to the local benevolent society for the poor. My next important contract brought mo an artificial leg. That rather stumped Mario, as wo were both fully supplied with logs. The old wooden limb caused her a great deal of mental pain. Some times she seemed to almost wish I would lose a leg somehow or other, so that the artificial limb could be turned to use. I knew that she was grieving herself sick because I couldn’t wear it and wouldn’t try. I ol't found her weeping o’er tbe old unavailing icg, and I was sorry I had told her anything about it. She worried over it for months, and then a bright idea struck her. She sent it to a dear ielathre-on the' occasion 01 ~Ser wooden wedding. The dear relative had a full set of legs of her own, but Maria said that did not matter, as an anniversary gift was not valued for its usefulness but for the giver. Then a travelling agent traded mo a case of horso powders. That sort of health food nonplussed Maria for a time, as wc had no horse to feed them to. She often gazed at me in a way that seemed to say I ought to end her perplexity by taking the health food myself, but she did not speak out, and I was glad. Af ter some months I ventured to ask about the horse powders, and then Maria told me frankly she had mixed them in my griddle cakes, aud that I had seemed to like them thus. She couldn’t think of having them go to waste, she said, and as I complained so much about taking any little thing of that sort, she had de cided to smuggle them into me in dis guise. I had another short respite from keep ing things from going to waste, when a mustard plaster maker sent me six dozen of his biggest and strongest plasters, with a request for a write-up. “Dear Archimedes,” said Maria, with a tender look at me, “we cannot afford to waste these excellent plasters. You must let me put severul of thorn on you every night. A man of your build and habits is liable to have some sort of sick ness at any moment. These six dozen plasters may save your life.” 1 kicked, but to no purpose. I went to bc;d with six or .-eveu large, warm, thrilling mustard plasters stuck about here aud there on iny person. There was one on each foot, a large one cover ed my gothic backbone and nnothci warmed itself in my bosom. It also warmed my bosom. When all these shop-made mustard plasters got to work they made things lively for poor old Archimedes Ilardpan. They filled me full of intense excitement. I am a tough old fossil, but I couldn’t stand a great deal of that sort of thing, so I rose up in bed with a wild, blood-chilling warwhoop and filled the air with mus tard plasters. I sold the “The Horn of Plenty” soon after that last painful event. Maria has given those vigorous, thrilling mustard plasters to the missionary society to send to the heathen and when tho heathen adorns himself with nine or ten of them and a stovepipe hat, and goes to church with a triumphal air, I shall want to hear how he deports himself. I am, therefore, anxiously awaiting advices j from the heathen. I don’t know the ! heathen, but I am well acquainted with those mustard plasters.— tzeolt Way in | Puck. At the sea level, where the atmospheric pressure is about fifteen pounds per square inch, water boils at 213 degrees. At 1 Argenta, Montana, where the pressure j of the atmosphere is considerably less, the boiling point of water is about 200 degrees. On Mont Biauc it .is 187 de grees. In a vacuum it is about 99 de grees, according to {lio perfection of tiie vacuum. SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS, By a new French method of diagnosis the condition of the eye is accurately es timated in sounds sent through a sort of phone placed against the eyeball. Prof. Sanson, a French biologist, con cludes that the use of animals is more economical than t^at of steam engines in cases where the power required does not exceed that of twenty horses. A botanical phenomenon in which the people of Leominster, England, take pride, is a pair of trees—an oak and an ash—which appear to have but a single 1 In Harbor* X. I think it is over, over— I think it is over at last; Voices of foemen and lover, The sweet and the bitter hive passed; Life, like a tempest of ocean. Hath blown its ultimate blast. There’s but a faint sobbing seaward, While the calm of the tide deepens leeward. And beholdl like the welcoming quiver Of heart-pulses throbber’ through the river, Those lights in the Harbor at lost— The heavenly Harbor at last. n. I feel it is over, over— The winjls and the water surcease; trank. They g,w together for .bout I ^ lour feet, ana then divide. i And distant and dim was the omen The coldest place known is at Wcrkho* That hinted redress cr release, janck, Siberia, observations made during 1885 giving the mean temperature of tho year as one degree Fahrenheit, of tho month of January as 56 degrees below zero, and tho lowest temperature of tho same month as 90 degrees below. A remarkable case is reported from Central Warwickshire, England. A child, five years old, had eaten a large quantity of green sorrel, took a drink of soapy water tho next day, and soon fol lowed by death. A post mortem exam ination showed that poisoning had resulted from oxalic acid set free from the sorrel by the alkali of the soap. Investigations by Dr. R. Von Helm, holtz, described to tho Berlin Royal So ciety, confirm the statements that the formation of cloud in saturated air is in- j duced solely by particles of duri,and that the finer and sparser arc tho dust par- 1 tides the more slowly is the cloud formed From the ravage of life and its riot, What marvel I yearn for the quiet Which bides in this Harbor at last! For the lights with their welcoming quiver. That throbs through the sacrificed river Which girdles the Harbor at last— That heavenly Harbor at last, m. I know it is over, over— I know it is over at last; Down sail, the sheathed anchor uncover, For the stress of the voyage has passed; Life, like the tempest of ocean, Bath outblown its ultimate blast, There’s but a faint sobbing seaward, While the calm of the tide deepens leeward. And beholdl like tha welcoming quiver,-. Of heart-pulses throbbed through the river, Those lights in the Harbor at last— The heavenly Harbor at last I —Paul Hamilton Hayne. HUMOROUS. waa put immediately after Cliooseday ou pur- >> • pose. “To-day is a good ileal closer than A man of principle—The banker. - There’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and These results arc also confirmatory of the saucer. Prof. Tyndall’s explanation that the blue “Yes, my child; Weddingsday color of the sky is due to floating dust. The carefully compiled list of Prof. C. G. Rockwood, Jr., reports 71 American , earthquakes for 1885, five of tho number being doubtful. Of the total the Caua- dian provinces furnishes 8; New Eng- \ land, 5; the Atlantic States, 9; the i Mississippi Valley, 8; the Pacific Coast of the United States, 84; Alaska, 2; Mexico, 1; Central America, 2; the West Indies, 2; Ecuador, 1; Peru and Chili, | 8; the Argentine Republic, 1. Classified by seasons, 24 came in winter, 22 in spring, 14 in summer and 11 in autumn. •— i [ttlmals Roar. There is an almost universal belief that , the lion roars when he is hungry, and in ■ a wild state when in search of prey, but I the writer ventures to say that, like the 1 bear’s hug and other almost proverbial ; expressions of tho kind, Jhe idea is al together erroneous. Probably certain 1 verses in the Bible, more especially in the Psalms, such as “the lion roaring after their prey,” etc., and passages of a simi lar nature have giveu rise to this impres sion. But, let it be asked, would so cunning an animal as tho lion, when hungry and in search of his dinner, be tray his approach and put every living creature within miles of the spot thor- j oughly on the qui vive, by making tbe forest echo again with his roaring? As- j surcdly not; for a more certain method ! of scaring IPs prey ho could not possibly ; adopt. AU quadrupeds, more especially the deer tribe, well know and dread the voice of their natural enemy. Even do mestic animals instinctively recognize and show fear ou hearing the cry of a wild beast. iu India the sportsman when out in camp during the hot weather months often finds himself far away lrom towns and villages, in some wild spot in the depths of the jungle. Here tiie still ness of the night is constantly broken by tbe calls of various creatures inhabiting the neighboring forest—tiie deep solerau hoot of the horned owl, the sharp call of the spotted deer, or the louder bell of the sambur. But these familiar sounds attract no notice from the domestic ani mals included in the camp circle. But should a pauthcr ou the opposite hill call his mate, or a prowling tiger passing along the river bank mutter bis complaining night moan, they one and all immediate ly show by their demeanor that they recognize the cry of a , beast of prey. The old elephant chained up beneath the tamarind tree stays for a moment sway ing his great body backward and for ward, and listens attentively. His neigh bor, a gray Arab hors?, with pricked- up cars, gazes uneasily in tiie direction the sound appeared to come from, while the dogs, just before lying panting and motionless in the moonlight, spring to their feet with bristling back and lowered tail, and with growls of fear disappear under the tent fly. — Chamber's Journal. yesterday,” said Smith to Jones. “Yes,” said Jones, “it’s nearer.” China and Japan buy cur dried apples freely. Thus docs American industry help to swell the population of the Orient. “This is evidently a clearing-out sail,” said the captain on a yachtiug trip as he looked around at hia sea-sick passengers. It is a little paradoxical for people to go to Europe to recover their health wheu they had not been previously thero. to lure ivr T“ “Mamme,” said Bobby, “I have eaten my cake all up, and Charles hasn’t touched his yet. Won’t you moke iflm share with rae so as to teach him to be generous?” “Ma, can I go over to S illie’s house and play a little while?” ask3 four-year- old Mamie. “Yes, dear; I don’t care if you do.” “Thank you, ma,” was the demure reply, “I’ve been.” “We don’t wish to be understood as finding fault with nature,” writes a cor respondent, “but we'do wish from the bottom of our hearts that the luminous end of the fire-fly had been hitched to the mosquito.” A little girl, visiting a neighbor with her mother, was gazing curiously at the hostess’ new bouuet, when the owner queried: “Do you like it, Laura?” The innocent replied: “Why, mother said it was a perfect fright, but it don’t scare me 1” Blindness Due to Decayed Teeth. Dr. Widmark, a Swedish surgeon, having as a patient a young girl in whom he was unable to detect the slightest pathological changes in the right eye, but who was yet completely blind on that side, observing considerable defects in tho teeth, sent her to 31. Skogsborg, a dental surgeon, who found that all the upper and lower molars were completely decayed, and that in many of them the roots were inflamed. He extracted the remains of the molars on the right side, and in four days’ time the sight of the right eye began to return, and on the eleventh day after the extraction of the teeth it had become quite normal. The diseased fangs on the other side were subsequently removed, lest they should cause a return of tbe ophthalmic af fection. Easy Mathematics. A farmer spends $13 per year fbr to bacco, and his wife spends $2 per year for shoes, now much more does her shoes cost than his tobacco? It is twenty-eight feet from a certain kitchen door to a wood-pile, aud 2358 from the same door to a corner grocery. How much loader will it take a man to walk to the wood-pile than to the grocery,- estimating that he walks three feet per second? If it takes a boy twenty-five minutes to cut three sticks of wood to get supper by, how long will it take him next morn- into walk three mile3 in the country to O meet a circus coming to town? A cook hires out at $3 per week, and when Saturday comes she has broken $4.80 worth of dishes. How much is due her, and how on earth did the mis- tress find out that she had broken any thing? A young lady who is out with her beau drinks four glares of soda water at five cents each; two glasses of ginger ale at five cents each; cats three dishes of ice cream at ten cents each; four pieces of 1 cake valued at thirty cents, and throws j out a hint for a box of candy worth fifty i cents. What docs she cost him in all? A tramp tackles a farm-house, and a dog tackles the tramp. The tramp passes over thirty-two rods of ground per min ute, while the dog passes over forty-eight rods. How long will it take the dog to overhaul him? Four boys who are on a visit to their aunt discover a cake of maple sugar weighing five pounds and eleven ounces. What will each boy’s share be if equita bly divided? If a saddle-horse lias caused the death of four differenff ladies who were adver tised bv their doctors to try the saddle for exercise, how many ladies could have been deceatly killed i:i half the time by i riding over rail fences in buck-boards? j John has an orange, and six boys lick their chops and want him to divide. He j jats it by himself, seed<, rin 1 and all. How many pieces would he have had to | divide the orange into, in case ho had t)oe» a fiat-, to give each boy a ptfcet