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VOL. IV. NO. 25
The Shepherd Boy's Lore.
Twm my name she utter'd ! Twas mine?
ob, what joy! ?
She knew, then, I loved ber?oh, blissful delight
!
Her love would ennoble the poor shepherd
boyBright
day woold succeed to despairing dark
night!
Whilst watching my docks as I sat by the
stream.
So fair and so levely one morning she
osme?
A vision of beauty ! 1 foar'd 'twas a dream ;
And as she came nearer, she utter'd my
name.
I sprang up to meet her, to tell her my love,
Again she oalled " Carlo "?bow tender her
tone!
The joy I then felt was removed far above
My hopes when I languish'd unloved and
alone.
How odd was her smile when I oried : " I am
thine P
And in answer she called me a " bumpkin'
and '* noodle
I look'd back behind me, I beard a low whine,
And found that my lady was calliDg her
poodle!
MARVELOUS JUtitiLISti.
The Incredible Feats 01 Heme Oriental
Mmrtclane? Everybody Arttolshrd.
On? of the jugglers then brought
forth, says a Madras correspondent of
the London Times, a ball of fine twine,
and xinwound fifty yards of it in a ooil
in his hand; this coil he cut through
with a knife at each end of its diameter;
then, doubling the several lengths, he
cut them through again, and repeated
the operation until the twine had been
divided into pieces not exoeeding fonr
inches in length. Taking np these disjecta,
ho put them in the lad's mouth
and bade him swallow them, which,
after some effort, he, to all appearance,
did. Th' u, asking one of the company
for a sharp penknife, the man, obviously,
made an incision in the skin of the lad's
stomach. From this he picked out, with
the point of the knife, the end of the
thread ; this thread he pulled forth, at
first gently, then faster, then hand over
hand, uutil he had coiled down on the
ground a continuous length of about one
hundred yards of wet sewing thread.
This, if a deception, was a marvelous
one; for the operation had all the appearance
and token of reality, since the
skin of the stomach was slightly raised
round the orifioo through which the
thread was evidently drawn.
Our friends were fairly puzzled, and,
to add to their perplexity, the operator
cut off the thread close to the skin and
placed a piece of sticking plaster over
it, leaving it to bo inferred that the supply
of thread was unlimited, and could
be drawn npon " to order."
" Master, give me a pieoe of money,"
said he who appeared to be the principal
juggler, suddenly speaking in English to
Mr. Hawthorne.
"Why?" asked the latter, taking a
rupee from his pocket and handing it to
the man.
" Good rupee!" said the man, jerking
the ooin into the air with a sharp fil p of
his thumb nail, aud drawing the true
ring from the metal. " Good rupee !
Master sure can hold him tight in bis
hand, so ho cannot run away?"
" To be sure I can," replied the young
gentleman.
"Master try, th n," said the juggler,
taking Mr. Hawthorne's left hand and
placing tie rupee on the palm of it. He
then requested him to plaoe the palm of
his right hand over the coin, to close
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do en nanus ugnuy, ana not lei me
moDey by any means escape.
Thoroughly determined on that poiut,
our young friend pressed his hands together
till he was red in the face.
44 Master quite sure got money in his
hand ?" asked the juggler.
44 Quite," was the reply.
44 Oa) feel him, master ?"
44 Yes."
The juggler took the gentleman's two
hands between his own, and muttered
some cabalistic words; then blowing
upon them, and giving them a heavy
shake, he asked, with a grin: 44 Can
feel him now, master ?"
Starting from his chair with a bound,
the young Englishman, with an
affrightened look, unclasped his hands,
and there fell on the floor beneath not
the rupee, but a lively, wriggling little
brown snake, about fifteen inches long,
which made immediately for the legs of
Capk McTurk.
Now this gentleman, who under ordinary
circumstances was as brave as a
lion, by no means relished, or was prepared
for, an enoounter with the approaching
reptile, so hastily tossing
both legs high up in the air the worthy
. v captain lost his balance, and, together
with his chair, came heavily to the
ground, though, fortunately, with no
serious consequences beyond a broken
back?of the chair, we mean.
The worthy skipper soon picked him
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been captured by the lad round whose
arm it was now entwined, joined in the,
general laugh, and seated himself in another
chair that was placed for him.
Master, take this rupee again," said
the juggler, offering the ooin to Mr.
Hawthorne with, it must be confessed, a
regretful look.
"By Jupiter I no," said the gentleman
; "you have fairly earned it."
An emptv flower pot was now placed
upon the floor by the juggler, who requested
that his oomrade might be allowed
to bring up some garden mold
from the little plot of ground below.
Permission beiDg accorded the man
went, and in two minutes returned
with a small quantity of fresh earth
tied up in a corner of his chudder,
which was deposited in the flower pot
and lightly pressed down. Taking from
the basket a dry mango stone, and handing
it around to the con pany that they
might examine it and satisfy themselves
that it was really what it seemed to be,
the juggler scooped out a little earth
from the center of the flower pot and
placed the stone in the cavity. He then
turned the earth lightly over it, and,
having poured a little water over the surface.
shin the flower pot out of *riew by
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means of a sheet thrown over a small
triangle.
And now, amid a full chorus of voioes
and the ratta -tat aocompaniment of
the taber, the stone germinated; presently
a section of the cloth was drawn
aside, and gave to view the tender shoot,
characterized by the two long leaves of
a blackish brown color. The cloth was
readjusted, and the incantation resumed.
Not long was it, however, before the
i cloth was a second time drawn aside,
and it was then seen that the two first
leaves had given place to several green
ones, and that the plant now stood nine
or ten inches high. A third time, and
the foliage was much thicker, the sapling
being about thirteen to fourteen
inches in height. A fourth time, and
the little miniature tree, now about
eighteen inches in height, had ten or
twelve mangoes about the size of walnuts
hanging about its branches. Finally,
after the lapse of three or four minutes,
the cloth was altogether removed
and the fruit, having attained the perfect
on of size, though not maturity,
was plucked, and handed to the spectators,
and, on being tasted, was found to
be approaching ripeness, being " sweetly
acid."
This concluded the entertainment,
and the jugglers, having been rewarded,
made their obeisance and retired well
pi ased.
The Ladies' Darling.
A writer says of "ladies' darlings":
The creature is delighted if he can persuade
himself that he has reason to
think that a score or so of girls are over
bead and ears in love with him, and
there is ground for believing that he
would'become exhilarated to the last
decree if he were informed that some
foolish damsel had pined away and died
of a broken heart on his account. The
fact that so long as his vanity is ministered
to he is indifferent as to what unhappiness
devolves upon others affords a
not altogether agreeable but thoroughly
reliable index to his character. If he had
any conscience deserving of mention he
would not systematically make love?directly
or indirectly?with whom he is
thrown in contact, but being, as he is,
utterly reckless of the feelings of his
neighbors, he does his best to enslave
the faucy of nine tenths of the attractive
ones whom he meets under circumstances
favorable to flirtation.
It would be injudicious to deny that
he achieves success. It would .be
unwise to declare that he does not obtain
miny triumphs; for some girls are
so silly and have such susceptible hearts
that they would become fascinated with
a mop stick provided that itwas skillfully
set up and dressed in male habiliments..
and called a man, and others, who
are a trifle wiser than to be guilty of such
stupidity, are still foo'ish enough to believe
nine-tenths of what every shallow
pated noodle tells them.
But though this is so, there is cause
to hope that the career of the would-be
ladies' darling is not one of uninterrupted
success, and that he is not the object
of so much admiration as he generally
imagines. Occasionally he receives a
prompt and decided check from ladies
who have no wish to be made fools of, or
to suffer in reputation, however slightly,
in order that he may be glorified; while
not a few females play up to him before
his face and pour unmeasured contempt
upon him behind his back. Nor is
it surprising that they should do so, for
he gives them every reason to think that
he is a shallow and egotistical fool. His
conversation consists of a series of
dreary insanities, ridiculous compliments,
which are as insincere as they are
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in Dad taste, ana meianaaoiy joaes wrnuu
consist for the mt>st part of ill natnred
speeches at the expense of some unfortunate
victim or other.
He seldom assumes that his lady
friends have brains enough to understand
anything except the most superficial
matters, and when he does venture
to touch on thq last new book, new
play, new parsou or new sensation, he
merely repeats the cant jargon which is
current in the set in which he moves,
and which frequently condemns what is
good and praises what is bad. Beside
his manner is affected, he wears on his
face a continual grin, and he is dressed
up in such a fashion and has such a
slinking way about him that he appears
altogether as much unlike a genuine
man as he could well do. For the rest,
he lowers the moral tone of those with
whom he associates, and scoffs at everything
in which people of correct feeling
take an interest.
He Meant Well.
The Boston Transcript tells of an old
gentleman that comes down town on
foot every morning, who appears to he a
great friend to dumb animals. Whenever
he sees a dog scratching at a store
door to be let in he promptly opens it
for the animal. The other morning he
made a mistake in the dog business. He
let one in, and soon the same canine
came rushing between his legs, nearly
throwing him down, and covering the
lower part of his pantaloons with paint.
A man with overalls on was chasing the
dog, trying to get a line shot at him
with a paint brush he had in his hand.
The old gentleman expostulated with
the irate painter, for such he proved to
be, saying:
"My good man, why do you wish to
hurt that dog ? '
" Because he has tipped over my paint
and made an infernal mess of everything.
Some blasted old idiot let him
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keep him out while I was doing some
painting; he jumped through the door,
stuck his forelegs into the paint pot,
and tipped it over. Brown paint on a
marble floor looks well, don't it ? I wish
people would mind their own business
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No llse for Stimulants,
Experience has taught men who are
subject to severe aud prolonged exposure
to cold that there is danger in
taking alcoholio stimulants while the exposure
continues. The lumberers in
Canada, who are engaged in felling timber
in the pine forests, living there all
winter, sleeping in holes dug in the
snow, and lying on spruce branches covered
with buffalo robes, allow no spirits
in their camp, and destroy any that may
be found there. The experience of
arctic travelers on this subject is nearly
unanimous, and to the same effect.
POR
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BEAUFORT, S
A Surgeon's Courtship. s
In the long list of eminent surgical
and medical practitioners, not one is entitled
to a higher stand than John Abernethy.
He was a quaint, blunt man,
earnestly devoted to his profession,
and with but little thought of things
which had no relation thereto. His eccentricities
of character have afforded
humorists much material for pleasant
gossip, and among his eccentrio doings,
his courtship is certainly not the least,
and, unlike much that is printed of the
celebrated man, this may be relied upon
as true.One
Sabbath, when Abernethy was
very near, if not quite up to the middle
age, he found time to go to church, and
was shown into a pew, where were two
ladies?one of them young, and the
other elderly. He had no prayer book,
and the young lady handed him one. At
the close of the services they walked out
from the pew together, and found, at the
porch, that it was raining heavily.
Abernethy offered to take thorn home in
his carriage, which was waiting for him.
On the way he fell into conversation with
the younger of his companions, whom
he found to be remarkably intelligent
and ladylike. He learned that they
were mother and daughter, the husband
and father having been an officer in the
army, and killed in the Indian war with
Tippoo Sultan; and he furthermore discovered
that they were in straitened circumstances.
Abernethy set them down at their
humble dwelling, and waited upon them
into the narrow hall, where he handed
his card to the daughter, saying, as he
did so :
"Young lady, I am Mr. Abernethy,
the surgeon. I have nover married, because
I never have had timo to spare for
that sort of oourting which girls of the
present age seem to expect. I should
like you to be my wife. If you will
have the goodness to write me a note on
Tuesday, saying whether you will have
me or not, I will, if your decision be
favorable, call on the following daj and
take you to church." And with that he
left.
The note came on Tuesday. On Wednesday
he took a very pretty and happy
woman to church, and was married to
her, and thence they were driven to the
stately mansion of which she had become
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iLie uuuuicu imoucoo.
"My dear," said her husband, after
he had introduced her to the friends assembled
to receive them, "you must
excuse me until thre9 o'clock, as I have
to give my lecture at St. Bartholomew's
hospital, which I cannot omit on any account."
They were a happy couple?happy and
true. When Abernetky died in 1831, he
left the whole of his wealth to his widow,
who survived him a score of years, honored
and beloved for her solid goodness,
and her deeds of charity and Christian
benevolence.
A Great Toothache.
At Exeter Change, in the great city of
London, tLere was, many years ago, a
menagerie in the second story of a
building. Here the elephant, Chunee
by name?a very quiet, well trained
beast?was confined in a cage, under
which the floor had been strengthened
to support his weight. Chunee never
came out, but seemed very happy for all
that. Suddenly he became raving mad,
and screamed and trumpeted, and endeavored
vigorously to tear away the
iron bars of his cage.
Now, if he had succeeded in getting
out upon the floor, Mr. Chunee would
have immediately dropped through into
an apothecary shop below. If he had
fallen into the scales his exact weight
might have been ascertained, after a
fashion; but, in other respects, a mad
elephant in a drug store would have
been far worse than a bull in. a china i
shop. If he had been sane, he might
have had a nice time, eating the liquor-1
ice and cough lozenges and sugar coated
pills and candy; but as he wasn't sane, |
the accident was not to be desired.
Well, Chunee grew more and more '
wild and dangerous, until, at last, the
" Beef-eaters, who are- the keepers of
the Tower of London, were called upon
to destroy the poor beast. They discharged
many balls from their old
fashioned muskets into his bodj, but
loss of blood seemed to increase his
fury, and not lessen his strength. There
were no rifle teams in those days, to
reach his brain with a single shot, so a
piece of artillery was actually brought
up, and poor Chunce, obeying his
keeper's voice even in his rage, kneeled
down, and was shot to death with a cannon
ball.
Then the surgeons discovered that the
elephant had been suffering from the
greatest toothache ever known. His
tusk, preserved in the warehouse pf the
East India Company, shows this.
Now just think of what an awful thing
six feet of toothache must have been,
and pity poor Chunee!?St. Nicholas
for May. .
Dr. Smith's Patient.
A paper on " Bowdoin College" in
Scribner for May contains the following
anecdote of Dr. Nathan Smith: Dr. '
Smith's name is especially eminent in
the profession, and gave to the school at
the outset a prominence which it has
never lost An incident shows of what
stuff Dr. Smith was made. When he
begun his career as a medical professor
(at Dartmouth), certain individuals
planned a practical joke which it was
expected would entirely demoralize the
young instructor. A messenger summoned
him to set a broken limb, but on
reaching the house the doctor found
that the patient was a goose, whose leg
had been broken by some sharp shootrtniminn
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tient" looked to see the doctor beat a
hasty retreat; but he gravely examined
the fracture, opened his case, set and
bound the limb, promised to call the
next day, and bade them good evening.
The doctor duly appeared in the morning
and for several succeeding days, till
he pronounced the "patient" in a fair
way of recovery. At his last visit Dr.
Smith produced a bill of considerable
dimensions, and the "family" found
that their little joke had cost them
dearly. The level-headed professor escaped
further intrusions.
If men would set good examples, they
might hatch better habits.
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An Esquimau Story*
There was once a woman who had a
son and a daughter. As the son grew
up he became a hunter, and one day he
killed a thong seal, from the skin of
which he proposed to cut some thongs.
But the mother wanted the skin for some
other purpose, and she and the boy
quarreled about it.
Then she went and pronounced a
charm on the sealskin, and when he
went to cut it up the end of a theng
flew up, struck his eyes and made him
blind.
The winter came on, they were destitute
of seal meat, and had to live entirely
on mussels, for the blind hunter could
go hunting no more.
But one day a bear appeared at the
window and begun to eat away at the
window pane, which was made of skin.
The mother and daughter fled to the
other side of the house, but the stripling
asked for his bow. His sister gave it to
him; he bent it, asked her to take aim
for him, and then he shot and killed the
animal. The mother said: *' Thou hast
missed." But the sister whispered:
" Thou hast killed the bear."
They had now plenty of meat, but the
mother refused to give the boy any, pretending
that as he had not killed the
bear there was none, and only gave him
mussels. But the sister gave him his
share of the bear meat in secret.
Finally in the spring a flock of wild
geese restored the boy's sight and he resumed
his hunting occupations.
He, with his sister, used to go out on
the edge of the ioe, where the seals and
white whales (a kind of dolphin) were
seen, and he would kill them with his
harpoon. He had no hunting bladder,
but he used to tie the harpoon line
round his sister's waist instead, and
when the animal was struck they would
drag it up on the ice by means of the
line.
One day he asked his sister: " Dost
thou like our mother ?"
She made no answer, but upon his repeating
the question she replied:
"lam fonder of thee than of her."
"Then to-morrow," he replied, "she
shall serve us for a bladder."
The next day he accordingly proposes
to his mother that she should help him
in the hunt, and to this she consents
without the slightest suspicion. He ties
the line round her waist as he had done
to his sister, but she now begins to grow
frightened at " the look that is in his
eyes," and when she sees him preparing
t j throw the harpoon she cries:
"My son, choose a small whale,
choose a small one."
Just then a large white whale rises tc
the surface of the water at the edge oi
the ice near his feet. He throws his harpoon
into the animal and then lets gc
the line.
The whale instantly begins to drag his
mother toward the edge of the ice, she
struggling with all her might to get free
and crying out for a knife to cut the
line.
But her son only reproaches her foi
her cruelty in having made him blind,
and says : " This is my revenge.'
Then she cries out : " Oh, my ullo !"
my ullo ! it was I that suckled thee, it
was I that suckled thee !" And this she
continues crying until the whale drags
her into the water. She floats for a f6w
moments on the surface, still crying ;
" Oh, my son! it wls I that suckled
thee, it was I that suckled thoe !" then
disappears forever.
The bi other and sister gaze a few
minutes at the spot where she went
down, and t^en, terror stricken, turn and
flee.
But the cry of their mother continues
ringing in their ears, and follows them
wherever they go.
They Anally fly from the village to the
inteiior of the country, far away from anj
human kind, with this voice still pursuing
them, still ringing in their ears ;
" It was I that suckled thee, it was 1
that suckled thee I" like the refrain oi
" Macbeth shall sleep no more," in
Shakespeare's sublime tragedy.
They disappear, and nobody who
knew them ever sees or hears 01 them
again.
Bat they are not dead.
Their death would not carry out the
Eskimo idea, and the poet has added
one more act to the tragedy in which
there is a grandeur of conception not
unworthy of Shakespeare himself.
The event recorded in this act takes
place a long time afterward; nobodj
knows how long. It may be a hundred
Ears, for all, even the children who
ew the matricides, have grown old and
died. The tradition of the crime is almost
forgotten.
The scene is laid in the interior of the
house of the angakokt or priest ma
gician. It is night?a winter night in
the Arctic, with an Arctic moon throwing
its glamour over the plains and
mountains of ice and snow. Inside the
house the priest magician is peforming
a conjuration, and the people are
gathered around, silent and trembling,
listening to his muttered incantations.
Suddenly they hear a cry outside, and
the angakok says : " Something evil ie
approaching."
They go to the door and look out.
There they behold a gigantic hunter a
little distance away, standing in the
moonlight. His hair is white as the
snow on which he stands, and it hangs
down over his shoulders in long, silvery
locks.
But his face is black as night.
They watch him for a moment, and he
?azes at them with burning, fiery eyes.
Then the angakok comes forward and
asks the stranger who he is and what he
wants.
The other replies :
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They answer in the negative.
Then he asks:
" Do you remember the son who used
his mother for a hunting bladder?"
A very old woman then remembers
hearing her mother talk about the crime
when she was a very little child.
The hunter replies:
"I am that man, and I still live."
Then he tells them something of the
life he and his sister have lived since
that time ; says they are still suffering
all the tortures of remorse as on the daj
of their flight; that he has been driver
by some mysterious power to come and
denounce himself to the people, that
the orime may not be forgotten, and?
fearful retribution?during all this life
Coma
MAY 25, 1876.
of three generations, day and night, the
voice of their murdered mother has
been always ringing in their ears :
' Oh, my son ! it was I that suckled
thee, it was I that suckled thee !"
men ne aisappeare, ana is never
heard of more.
Spring Fashion Notes. - 9
Deep, wide, round frills, of the new
lace braids, turned down around the
neck, are worn by both little girls and
boys.
The fashionable sun umbrella handle
is the.lower part of a horse's leg, in
bone, the shoe being of ivory, with silver
nails.
The new polonaises have four pieces
in the front and four in the back; the
seams meet on the shoulders, and are
also corded.
1 Many of the corsages button up high
in the neck, finished by a high collar,
around which is worn a dog collar; no
bows or ties are worn in that case.
1 Marseilles double capes for babies
1 are elegant, when braided, with stripes
of insertion set in the edges, both capes
being finished with deep Hamburg em1
broidery.
The flowers used on the spring hats
1 are generally very small and fine. Large
flowers are almost entirely abandoned.
1 Grasses gone to seed are freely used.
Cream colored cambric cuffs and oollars
with the corners worked in Greek
squares of blue, scarlet, brown, gray or
black washing wool, is a novelty in lingerie.
A pretty tie is made of white crepe
' de chene, the ends embroidered in white
1 silk and a fine knife-plaiting on the
edge, of cardinal colored crepe de chene. |
1 A pretty evening jacket for half-house
dress is made of white Valenciennes
laee and black velvet in stripes, having
1 a heavy fall of the white lace around the
bottom.
i I Monw ftf kV?*? liofa tkiaf. fvimo nmr f.Vifl
face have no trimming ezoept a silk
scarf, three cornered, brought over the
crown, and tied in two short ends in the
back.
1 * Long white illusion ends will be worn
with hats for evening. They come from
1 under the hat in the back, arc wound
round the neck aud fasten in front with
1 a small bunch of flowers.
1 A suit for a boy is made of light gray
' summer cloth. The skirt is kilt plaited,
r bound with black braid. The vest and
1 jacket are profusely braided in black,
' and bound with black braid.
Cambric and print dresses for girls'
school wear have blouse waists, buttoned
behind; this waist is separate irom
| the skirt, extends over the hips, and in
stead of a belt has a drawing sfring con'
fining it to the waist.
1 A pretty coat for a boy five years of
age is made of gray cloth, being cut
1 double-breasted, with two rows of but1
tons. The back has three box plaits,
1 running from the neck down. The col1
lar is the " Byron " style.
A very pretty hat has the front faced
' with black velvet, which sets off a
wreath of wheat. The crown of the
hat has also a wreath of wheat, finished
in the back with a double bow of cream
colored silk, and a bunch of small red
1 flowers.
1 Centennial germane are fashionable,
the favors being made in red, white and
: blue. Throughout the evening the old
I style Continental hats are worn, with
1 1776 on one side and 1876 on the other.
These are worn by both ladies and gen'
tlemen.
1 An elegant fujl dress underskirt is
! made of nainsook. The skirt has three
flounces, each having first an edging of
1 deep Valenciennes lace around the boti
torn, and about an inch above this a
Valenciennes insertion. Each ruffle is
> sewed on separately with a band.
Centennial kerohiefs of lace are in'
tended to take the place of the long
: scarfs now worn in the street outside of
; wraps and close about the neck. It is a
' three-cornered point of white muslin,
1 with the folded ends trimmed with Valenciennes
lace, and fastened by a long
> and slender brooch.
A pretty Scotch snit for a little boy has
a kilt-plaited skirt of Sootch plaid; the
v6st and jacket are of black velvet. A
1 long scarf of the plaid is fastened on the
I right shoulder, brought down and tied
1 under the. left arm. A black velvet
; Scotch cap, with a border of plaid, comes
with this suit.
Parasites and their Work.
i There is no organ which is sheltered
i from the invasion of parasites; even in
. man, cysticerci have been found in the
interior of the lobes of the brain, in the
i eyeball, in the heart, and in the sub.
stance of the bonee, as well as in the
i spinal marrow. Every kind of worm
, has also its favorite place; and if it has
[ not the chance of gettiDg there, in order
i to undergo its changes, it will perish
> rather than immigrate to a situation
i which is not suitable to it. One kind of
worm inhabits the digestive passages;
another occupies the fossa of the nose;
[ a third, the liver or the kidneys. Each
i animal has its proper parasites, which
can only live in animals having affinity
to their peculiar host. The ascaris
i mystax, the guest of the domestic cat,
, lives iir different species of felis> while
, the fox, so nearly resembling in appear,
atiftfl the wolf and the doer. never enter
> tains the taenia serrata, so common to
the latter animal. The same host does
not always harbor the same worms in
i different regions of th* globs. Thos the
large tapeworm of man called botkrio[
cephcdus, is found only in Russia, Po,
land, and Switzerland; a small tapeworm,
the tenia nanat is observed nowhere
except in Abyssinia, and, strange
to say, the natives consider their absence
from the body a sign of ill
health; the rnchylostoma is known only
[ in the south of Europe and the n^rth of
Africa, the filaria of Medina in the
i east and west of Africa; and the Bitj
harzia, a terrible worm, has been found
only in Egypt.
At the Waterloo railway station, Lon>
don, a rat, three parts grown, has been
> found with a bone ring round her neck.
; The bone is an ordinary section of a
r pig's leg, such as is found in rashers,
l rnd has cut deeply into the rat's neck.
I In hunting for food when younn, she
i probably thrust her head through the
hole of the bone, and oould not get rid
? of it again,
$2.00 per Ai
CENTENNIAL TBA8H.
How the Dealre to htre Something Very
Old ninkea Liars ol People?The World
Is Fall of Deceit.
One of the peculiar outcomes of the
centennial period has been the passion
it has awakened for all sorts of old trash.
First of all everybody wanted to get
copies of old newspapers antedating the
Declaration of Independence so they
contained a scrap of reference to the
straggle brewing or opened in America.
Then the passion arose for autographs
of George Washington, Thomas Jefferson,
Patrick Henry, John Hancock, or
any one prominent or otherwise in the
Revolution. Then came the mania for
old chairs that Washington sat upon.
There are at least ten thousand of these
in existence, so that up to a few weeks,
back there was no difficulty in meeting
the pptriotio demand. Then came the
omnivorous craving for anything a century
old that was in any way attached to
the Father of his Country?old pots, old
crocks, old hats, old boots. Anything
that was musty enough to look a century
old was fastened on by the patriots
as relics of Washington.
All this patriotic fervor has led to
lamentable results. People who have
always had the reputation of being
truthful and honorable citizens have
fallen into habits of lying shameful to
contemplate. Suoh a one finds in the
attic an old dust covered cocked hat that
had been used years ago in amateur
theatricals. He says to himself:
"Washington may have worn.such a
hat." Then he tells his friends that
Washington actually did wear it The
bat is put under a glass case, and Brown I
? ?.1 TJ D^vUina/vn KA/WNWO fVlO I
ttUU l?UUOB, nuu UVI/IUIIUJI UVWIUU ,w>u
dupes of Smith; but Smith reproaches
himself inwardly that he is a liar in this
centenary of American independence.
The centennial deceit does not end here.
Jones, Brown and Robinson heap up
hecatombs of falsehood .about their ancestors
who "shivered witR.Washington
at Valley Forge, by jove 1" or " cheered
for the great Jehovah and the Continental
Congress with Ethan Allen at Tioonderoga,
by thunder!" or, at least, "held
Lafayette's horse when he was going to
see the surrender of Cornwallis." If
this were the limit of the deception it
would not be so dreadful, but Jones,
Brown, Robinson and Smith have called
forth a nemesis*of mercenary counterfeiters
who prey upon them and a centennial
mad society. The counterfeiting
of the newspapers of a century ago has
taken alarming proportions. The reproductions
are so like the originals that it
would be difficult to tell which is which
?same old type, same paper,- same yellow
age tint, same torn edges, same
dog's ears. The Washington old chair
manufactory keeps six reliable workmen
employed painting " G. W.?1776," on
the seats ; six steady old women are engaged
collecting oobwebs to be laid
upon the choioer specimens, and a dozen
silent but sturdy fellows toil night and
day kicking tin otherwise completed
spurious old chairs round a musty cellar
to give them appropriate mildew, dints
and cracks. The Centennial autograph
works is also very busy turning out
faded letters from all the Revolutionary
patriots. We would, therefore, caution
the people against the dangers besetting
their souls and would advise them, whatever
tremendous yarns they spin about
their Revolutionary forefathers or their
relics, not to believe the stories that
others tell in the same direction, and to
smile respectfully, but irritatingly, at
their Revolutionary bric-a-brac ; not to
invest even paper money in old papers,
old chairs, old letters, old hats, or Martha
Washington petticoats, or if they
have already bought them to stow them
ignominously away until'another century
of the republic has given them that
much genuine antiquity.?-iVeu; York
Herald,
I Don't Care.
" I am sorry to see my son give way
tc anger," said a patient mother.
" I don't care," replied the passionate
ohild.
" You will beoome an ignorant man
unless you study better," said the faithful
teacher, later.
"I don't care," he muttered, under
his breath.
(< Those boys are not the right sort
of companions for you," said his pastor.
" I don't care," he answered, turning
on his heel.
" It is dangerous to taste wine," said
his friend, warningly.
" I don't care," was still his obstinate
reply.
A few years after, he was a worthless
drunkard, plunging into every sort of
excess, and finally eliding a miserable
life of crime without hope.
" J don't bare," was his ruin, as it is
the ruin of thousands. Look out for
it, boys and girls. Keep away from it
Don't let it find a place in your heart,
or pass your lips. Always care. Care
to do right, and care when you have
done wrong.
Pray earnestly that you may never
lose your soul from a reckless spirit of
"I don't care."
How Advertising Affects Business.
The man who advertises his business,
if what he offers for sale is honestly
what he represents it to be, or what it
ought to be, is constantly assisted in his
business by those who have, been attracted
to him and tested him. A buyer has
read his advertisement, and gone to his
store, or workshop, or warehouse, or
whatever the place may be, and tided
what was recommended. If it has satisfied
him, he is pleased, and recommends
it to his neighbor, who is likely to go to
! the same plaoe, and tell his neighbors in
turn. And thus little rills started by
his advertisement flow in upon him
from all sides, and the current of his
business grows stronger and wider, and
more rapid, all because to strict attention
to business he added judictafoidvertising.
But for this* he mighHdwo
lingered on in the community for yean,
and his business would scaroely have
been heard of.
Daring the period of 1870-5, the population
of Kansas has increased from
468,487 to 528,487, and in the latter year
there were 4,740,000 acres of ground
under cultivation.
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ennm. We Copy 5 Cents.
Only a little.
LiUle I Mk; my wants are few:
I only wish a hat of stone
(A. very plain brown utone will do)
That I may call my own.
Jewels are baables; tie a sin
To care for such unfruitful things :
One good sized diamond in a pin,
Some, not so large , in rings,
A IUUJ, ?uu pw t I -a ov,
Will do for me: I laugh at show.
Thoughts for Saturday Night,
The smile of God is victory.
If we seize too hastily, we may have
to drop as hastily.
A straight line is the shortest in morals
as well as in geometry.
Small cheer and great welcome makes
a merry feast.
Good words and good deeds are the
rent we owe for the air we breathe.
People shouldn't talk about having
the second sober thought who never had
the first
The man who is honest from policy is
the most dangerous customer we have to
deal with.
When men publish their acts of obarity
they donbt the ability of the Lord to
keep accounts.
A willing heart adds feathers to the
heel, and makes the clown a winged
Mercury.
What are Raphael's Madonnas but the
shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent
outline forever ?
A singular fact, titat, when a man is a
brute he is the most sensual and loathsome
of all-brutes.
" He who laughs can commit no dead- .
ly sin," said the wise and sweet-hearted
woman who was the mother of Goethe,
Self-depreciation is not humility,
though often mistaken for it. Itssourco
is oftener mortified pride.
Truth is a naked and open daylight,
that doth not show the masks and mum'
.1 1J 1..1* ? I ?
menes 01 me woriu mui oo oi r?wcij mu
daintily as candlelights.
God is the only being who' has time
enough, bat a prudent man who knows
how to seize occasion, con commonly
make shift to find as much as he needs.
Philosophy is but dry bread; men will
not live upon it, however wholesome;
they require the succulent food and exciting
cup of religion.
Folly soon weaiS* her shoes. She
danoes so fast we are all of us tired.
Golden wires may annoy us as much as
steel bars, if they keep us behind prison
windows.
Your disposition will be suitable to
that which you most frequently think
on; for the soul is, as it were, fringed
with the color and complexion of its
own thoughts.
Kept a Firm Hold of the Recipe.
The Detroit Free Pre** says: Fifty
years old if a day, and her name was
Eliza Fox. She lives on National
avenue, and she made a trip to the eastern
portion of the city to get a reeipe
for making cake. She got the recipe,
got some beer, and got in the station,
and she wasn't half as anxious about her
case as some of the audience. She
slowly followed Bijah out. musing:
" Use about a pint of flour, put in a
chunk of butter about as large as ^rajnut,
and break in "?
" Now, then," interrupted bis honor,
" this looks bad to see a woman of your
age here."
" Well. I had some beer," she softly
replied, "and break in four eggs, grate
in your lemon peel, stir well, and bake
in a hot oven."
" What have you to say about this
case ?" asked the court.
" Nothing. You can do all the talking?quart
of flour?four eggs?lemon
peel?nutmeg?hot oven."
"Yon were never here before I" .
" I don't remember that I was. Will
*" >? a mvrinA down for me before I
forget it?"
"I've got ft recipe for ending drunkenness,"
replied hie honor.
" I don't want it; and after the cake
has baked for fifteen minutes remove
from the oven and pnt on your frosting."*
" Do yon want to go to the honse of
correction ?" queried the court,
"No, sir, I don't. What do I want
to go tramping way np Ihere for?"
" But yon were so sadly intoxicated
that the offioer hod to hire an express
wagon to bring yoa down here."
" Is that so ? Then I came here i)jr
express, did I? Was I packed in a
box?"
"You must be very oareful in future.
It's a bad thing for a* woman to get
drunk,"
" No worse than 'tis for the man; and
after the frosting is on, set the cake ?
back in the oven for three or four
minutes."
" Will you promise mo ?" said the #
court. . 'i
" Yes, IH promise!" she angrily oxclaimed,
" but I wish you wouldn't talk
so much?you put me all out I"
She stood off and glared at his honor,
and then tapping her finger at the railing
continued: * * " * .
" You take about a quart of flourabout
a quart.' You put in a hunk of
butter about as big as a walnut, and you
hrAAk in three or four "?*
" You may break out," said the court.
? Well, I wilL I want to get some-,
where where I can write down the recipe
before I forget it"
She poshed her way through the
crowd to the door, and as she stepped
out she was heard mattering :
"Quart of floor?four eggs?five
minutes!" /
. Taxing Church Property,
The taxation of church property is
still discussed pro and con with much
energy. In Massachusetts the bill before
the Legislature providing for such
taxation has been defeated. The Her.
Dr. Miner, of Boston, has put his opin- ,
ion on the subject in the following neat
question: " How can that be a model
government which nurtures crime and
taxes churches to repair damages?"
Ex-Governor Dix*s protest against such
taxation has been read with much interest
by tbe people of New York State.
It is evident that a long discussion must
precede the change from our present
policy of exemption, should any change
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