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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.
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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.
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put immediately after Cliooseday ou pur-
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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.
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[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
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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