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VOL. XLIX. CAMDEN, S. C., THURSDAY, JULY 3, 1890.. . N0> L I ...... RAINBOW LAND. From the valley of morn, where teardrops hung. . j The glittering bow of promise sprung, Bo near it was plain to the dullest sight. Bo distant no ban 1 could reach it quite; And over the hills and far away It stretched where the heights untrodden lay; But Fancy, truer of eye than truth. Could see Rainbow Laud from the plains of youth. There was gold uncounted in that fair land. There were shining laurels and honors grand. There was love undying and friendship t*.:e, Over the mountaias bright and blue. But rough and hard was the upward climb On the treacherous slope of the hills of time. The laurels we saw from the plain below We missed ere we reached the line of snow, And the gold for which we greedily wrought, If we found at all, it was dearly bought. Few are the eyes that are blest to find. The road to the land where all are blind. Where the happiest one is he who lives Alone for the happiness he gives. And the only poor is the wretch whose alms Go begging in vain for needy palms. God set its bounds His realm above? * For Rainbow Land is the land of love. ?James J. Roche, in Boston Pilot. TIE BLUEJ3UTTERFLY. BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. "Backward, turn backward, oh, Time, in thy flight!" gayly sang Marcus Oftiey. "The wiseacres say that this is an impossibility; but I have this day proved them all wrong. The last ten years of my life are nothing but a dream, and I ain a racketing schoolboy again, with my bag of books slung over my shoulder and a tish-hne hid away in my pocket. There's the very closet AuDt Zillah used to lock rnc up in when she caught rac stealing blackberry jam?the same window, with the same mended pane of glass in the left hand corner, under which I listened, nights, when the bachelor school teacher used to come and see her, and reproduce him at the breakfast table next morning, to Gran'ther Biggins's great delight! New York is the figment of a night's sleep. I haven't grown a day older?and?" "It's a shame," cried Rebecca, gnashing her small white teeth together. "You've had every chance, and I've just stood still. You've worked your way up in that great newspaper office, and I've done housework and been to weekly singing school! Why is it that a man has so much better opportunities than a woman, I'd like to know? ListeD, Marcus. Aunt Zillah i&?"i even willing to let m?, take lessous of the new pro lessor, wno is coming to estaonsn a conservatory at Dingford. She says it costs 60 much. Aud I've got a voice?I know I've got a voice?aud, if only I had a chance to cultivate it, I might earn a hundred dollars u year singing in the choir, as well as Emily Elmer." "Not a bad idea," said Marcus, thoughtfully regarding her. How she had shot up in his absence, like one of the tall, red lilies in the garden, or the flower-deluces under the window?this solemn-eyed, olive-skioned young cousin of his! Rather pretty,too; though in that outlandish, calico dress, no one could tell what there was of her. "Sing sometimes for me, Beck. Let's hear what you can do." Rebecca Higgins leaned back against the rude wooden column of the portico, a trail of creamy honeysuckle flowers almost touching her braids of ink-black hair a1 she stood, and burst out into one of the triumphaut hymns which, in their church music, had most struck her fancv? s "Awake, my sou!, stretch every nerve!" And sang it through to the last word of the last verse. "Well," said she, as the perfumed summer sileuce succeeded her lay?and she spoke as if the vocal organ belonged to some one else, "what do you think of it?" "As clear as a flute," said Marcus, "and as sweet as a thrush! I heard Miss ' Floretta Foliati sing a solo at St. Eurydice's last Easter Sunday?when 1 went there to report for the Daily Omnium? that "wasn't so much better than that, although, of course, there was no end of trills and flourishes and that sort of vocal gymnastics about it." Rebecca's eyes glistened. "Do you reallv think so, Mark? Then if " At that moment Aunt Zillah's voice was heard calling loudly: "Marcus! Marcus! come in to your dinner! Rebecca, why aren't you here to dish up the stewed chicken and green peas?" "Hello!" said Mr. Offley, as he passed through the stuffy little parlor, "how's the entomological collection? Oh. vou have a beauty here! I say, Aunt Zillab, can I have that blue fellow for ray friend. Professor Kapparee? He's fairly cracked ou butterflies!" "Certainly you cap!" said Aunt Zillah, with emphasis. "That blue butterfly is worth t(n dollars, the parson says." "Ten dollars would just pay the price of ten lessons at 3Ir. Meriam's new conservatory," murmured Rebecca. "Mr. Merium's conservatory, indeed!" snapped Aunt Zillah. "I wonder if you'd be so anxious to go tagging to a conservatory where they taught weaving rag-carpets and darning stockings? Go and look after the dinner at once, while I show your Cousin Marcus my collection of moths and butterflies. But the bluewinged one is the gem of the lot. You are right there. There ain't a dozen specimens like it in the coimtry, the parson tells me. There's a collector in Boston would be willing to pny most any sum for it. I'm credibly informed. But," and sbe chuckled gleefully, "poor as I am. there's some things money can't buy from me." "Well, if it was mine, I should sell it quicker than lightning!" observed Mr. Offley, standing iti front of the glasscase, with nis hands in his pockets. "I can't understand the spell that has bewitched Rapparec and all those other bug mani ?cor A live butterfly, now, flying abrJt in the sunshine?one could appreciate' that.- But a dead mummy, stuck up be- j hind :\ glass box, with a pin thrust through it?faugh!" Aunt Zillah laughed again. "Come to dinner, said she. "You're a regular Philistine, Mark, and always was!" "But I say, Aunt Zillah," broke out | the young man, after the apple-pie and J cream syllabubs had bceu duly discussed, I "why don't you let. Beck have a chance at cultivating that sweet little pipe of hers?" "Rebecca can sing well enough now." "But a little culture?" "Pshaw!" said Aunt Zillah. I "Those city choir-singers?" "We ain't the city!" pronounced the j old lady. "And I can't afford to throw I good money down Rebecca's throat, and I need all her time and strength to help me with the housework; so let there be j an end of the matter." The shadow of the old traditions lingered above Marcus Offlev yet, grown man though he was, ancl figuring nis way in the world. When AuntZillah said, "Let theTe be an end cf the matter!" in that autocratic niaunc-, he felt exactly as he had when she boxed his teu-year-old cars and sent I him to school. J "It's quite true what Beck says," ob| served he, pulling tho tortoise-colored cat's tail. "A man dogs have a better j chance in this world than a woman." "Beck says some very foolish things," remarked Aunt Zillah. "And they're most of 'em put in her head at the parsonage. I've most u mind to forbid her going there so much. But come, Mark ?get your hat. I want you to go outand see the new Alderney calf. It's as pretty as a picture!" The temporary ripple produced in the dead calm of D:ngford life by the brief visit of Mr. Offley, the New York journalist, had subsided, and Mr. Villars, the village clergyman, was sitting in his stud)-, cutting the leaves of a new theological review, when the door opened and in flew a dark-haired, olive-com plexioned maid, closely followed by his own youngest daughter, Selinda. "Please, Mr. Villars," panted Rebecca Biggins, "what is to become of me?" Mr. Villars laid down his review and looked hard at her. "My dear,"said he, "you seem to have been walking rapidly. Sit down and rest." "Walking!" she echoed. "I've run every step of the way! I've run away from Aunt Zillab. She says I'm a thief? that I've stoleu her blue butterfly, and sold it; else, she says, can I have got the money to take that first lesson at the conservatory? And she won't believe that I earned every cent of it by picking wild strawberries for the hotel people to preserve; and she says I'm a thief,and? and?" "This is very rernarMfcde," said the parson. "My child, 'don t cry. You are quite welcome to lemain here until you can settle this strange misunderstanding in some way." I "I told her so, papa," said Belinda. "But the blue butterfly?" resumed the parson. "Do I understand?" "It's gone,", exclaimed Rebecca? "gone out of the case entirely. Seme one has stolen it!" * "This is most remarkable," said Mr. Villars, getting up and beginning to pace the room. "It must be a burglar," said Belinda. "Burglars are not, as a rule, interested in entomological collections," said the parson. "Besides," added Rebecca, "nothing else is missing. It certainly is unaccountable. And oh, to be called athief. I couldn't endure it; I had to run away with both hands over my e?rs!" "Your good aunt, my dear forgets that you are eighteen," said Mr. Villars. 1;And she is a rather imperious woman and masterful iu her way." *\DUL iiu 5CU -1CS pelting &*** uu cudure an insult like that," suid Selinda, the champion. "No," faltered Rebecca, "I couldn't. And so I didu't know where else to go, and I came here." "You darling!" said Selinda; "you came to exactly the right place. And Randolph will be so glad when he hears of it!" "Don't Selinda," said Rebecca, coloring very red. At the old Biggins farmhouse, Aunt Zillah hSd reached down her old dusty glass ink-bottle and the cedar stick penhandle, to which a steel pen was carefully tied with a piece of sewing silk,and was laboifously concocting a letter to Marcus Ofhey, in New York, relating the sad story of Rebecca's guilt. Now and then, as she wrote, a tear dropped down on the page?for in her heart the sharp-tongued, domineering old lady had been very fond of her niece. "I don't want to be ui.iust to anybody," wrote Aunt Zillah, "but s.nce I can no longer place any confidence in the child, I would like to have your advice as to where I can provide tor l^r; ami whether, at some asylum or fold in that great city where you are, you can get me a good, smart, stirring girl to?" "What next?" eaid she. "Be I bewitched? What is Marcus Offley writin' to me about?" The message was very tJricf. "My Dear Aunt," it said, "pardon mo /or the little trick I have played you; but I was so auxious to have Rapparee see this specimen, and I knew it wouldn't be hurt in the least. He says it's the finest this side of the Rockies, and you are a lucky woman to own it; and any time you want to sell it, he'll give you twenty-five dollars for it. I hope you haven't missed it, and been annoyed. Love to Beck. Ever your affectionate nephew, M. 0." "Well, I never," said Aunt Zillah, divided between rage and exultation. "If I could just get hold of that boy's ears! 'Hopes I haven't been annoyed!' And poor, dear Becky! I must go after her at once, and beg her pardon! Bless me, it makes my blood run chill to think what a lot o' names I called her, and she as innocent the whole time as that white Brahma chicken in the grass! Where's I my bonnet?" Rebecca returned to the farmhouse. There was no * resisting Aunt Zillah's frank penitence and genuine regret lor all the.t had passed. "Marcus is a scamp!" said Aunt Zillah. 'It's all his fault. But he's right about one thing. Your voice ought t o be cultivated. And I won't say anotuer word of objection about the conservatory, Rebecca." . "Thank you, Aunt Zillah," said Beck. "Because really, you knew, a thorough knowledge of music?church music, I mean?is almost indispensable to a i minister's wife, some day!" hiding her) face behind the veil of honeysuckle I blooms as she murmured the words. "Oh!" said Aunt Zilluh. "Randolph Villars, eh?" "Please don't tell anybody, Aunt Zil- i lah," said Beck, "It's a great secret at 1 present. We are both so very young, I you see. But, oh," with a long breath j of surprise, "what have you done with the blue butterfly?" "I'vesent it back to New York,"said Aunt Zillah. "I'm going to sell it to ATutv*iic''c nrofpscor for twp.ntv-fiT'ft dollars ? * t? ? J I And I shall take the money toward a | new parlor organ for you, on the instalment principle." "Oh, Aunt Zillah! The blue butterfly that you thought so much-of!" cried conscience-stricken Rebecca, clasping hei J hands. "I did set a deal of store by it," said ! Aunt Zillah, slowly. "But I ain't sartin, Rebecca, that I don't set more store by you, for all I'm cross and crabbed sometimes." With tears in her eyes, Rebecca went up to her aunt and kissed her. The blue butterfly certainly couldn't have done that!?Saturday Night. - Ice 80,000 Years Old. The altitude of the Stevens mine on Mount McClellan, Cal., is 2500 feet. At the depth of from sixty to 200 feet tht crevice matter, consisting of silica, calcite and ore, together with the surrounding wall rock, is a solid frozen mucc Arrniellon ie nno of th? hiorhpqi eastern spurs of the snowy range. Il has the form of a horseshoe, with a bold escarpment of feldsparic rock nearlj 2000 feet high, which in some places is nearly perpendicular. In decending into the mine nothing unusual occurs until a depth of eighty or ninety feet is reached, when the frozen territory begins and continues for over 2000 feet. There are no indications of a thaw summer or winter. The whole of the 2000 feet of frozen walls is surrounded by massive rocks. The miners, being unable to excavate the frozen material with pick and drill in the usual way, found that the only way to mine in this peculiar lode was to kindle a huge fire against the ''face" of the tunnel, and in the morning take out the ore that had been thawed loose during the night. In fact, this was the only mode of raining used when going through the frozen belt some ten or fifteen years since. The tunnel is now many hundred feet deep, and still there is no diminution of the frost. There is,so far as can be seen, no opening or channel through which the frost could possibly have reached such a depth from the surface. Besides this, there arc many other mines in the same vicinity in a like frozen state. XT iL.i. At. - J - Here the silk-tied pen fell down, scattering n cascade of little drops of ink. Some one had come knocking violently at the door. "A passel for you, raarm, come by express,"' said Abraham Scraggs, the village scapegrace, who did all sorts of errands wheu lie didn't forget them. "Paid!" "La, mc!*' said Aunt Zillah. "What can it possibly be?" But she did not open it until she she had interposed the solid bulwark of the cherry wood door between herself and tut: very eviueut curiosity 01 Aorauarn. "A wooden box," said she to herself. "And a paper box inside of that. And ?why, b!e?s and save us, if it ain't?nay ?blue?butterfly!" She stood staring down at the insect specimen so intently that she did not at first perceive the little note that had fallen from the outer wrappings of the dox at her feet. I When at last it caught her orderly j eye, an oblong blotch on the carpet, she | made au instinctive dive at it, iiiu meury is iirau tuu TUUK. was ueposited in glacial times, when there was cold enough to freeze the very earth's heart. In that case the mine is an icehouse, whose stores have remained unthawed for at least 80,000 years. The phenomenon is not uncommon or inexplicable when openings can be found through which a current of air can pass, but cases which, like the Stevens mine, show no opening for air currents must be referred to imbedded icebergs of the glacial period.?Troy (N. Y.) Times. The Healthful Fast. Weeks before the appearance of more alarming symptoms dyspepsia for instance announces its approach by an unmistakable want of appetite. That demand for a temporary suspension of the alimentary process asserts itself on various occasions, but never without due cause. In th&crisis of certain diseases it means that the organism needs all its available strength for a process of reconstruction, as a general would recal his foraging parties on the eve of a decisive battle. Id sultry weather it means that one of the functions of alimentation, viz., the development of heat, has already been overdone by other agencies. During the enforced indoor life of rainy seasons it means that for want of exercise the digestive organs have become clogged as a mill with grist and cannot take any more contracts until the arrears of former engagements have been settled. One fast day would generally suffice to set matters aright, and it is a good plan to devote such days to occupations that will help to divert the mind from the suggestions of the meal hour. At night fatigue will negotiate another eight hours' respite, and the next morning the stomach as well as its owner will be ready for breakfast. The ancient lawgivers who went so far as to make a periodical fast day a religious duty knew what they were about.? American Jittral Some. SAVAGE ARMS. SHIELDS AND ARMOR USED BT VARIOUS TRIBES. CocoanufcCaira6S of South Pacific Islanders?Thick Corean Armor? A Body Fence of Sticks ?Some- Shields. To those whoso acquaintance with armor is confined to that of the times of Richard Cceur dc Lion, the primitive suits in the National Museum at "Washington would prove a surprise. There have been knights of all nations and times; the first 6word was a blade of clipped flint, the first spear a five-pointed 6tick, the first shield and body armor of thick skin of wild animals.. Those were the humble bfeginners of the famous swords, shields and harness celebrated in song and romance. They were the equipment of the brave knights iuvou uauj^^ ?*i \? *41** JAPANESE WABIUOKS. Defense and offense are the two great ideas along which weapons have grown; nature began it in the conflicts of the armored slow and the unarmored active animals, which we seejrepeated between the ships of to-day. When missiles become more penetrating the armor must be made thicker, and: so this fight has ucl'u ?ai^cu ?iiu vaijry^ ouui^coo iu un world's history*. } The suggestion of the use of body armor nt the present any would recall the amusing adventurfia of D'on Quixote, and less than twenty ye^rs ago the Uhlans of the Franco-Prussian j war were clad in cuirasses and helmets Jof steel. These were tested before being issued by rifle fire nt a certain :range. 11t is just this sort of armor of different materials that some barbarous tribes iced up to a few years sgo. ESKIMO WAR RIO ft. Some of the best-armored warriors that have been met with by '.later travelers were found by Captain Charles Wilkes, U. S. Nm in the Kingsmill Islands in the South Pacific. They wore a heavy cuirass of cocoanut, woven over a b amboo framework resembling a barrel chair. Besides this they inclosed their limbs in a cocoanut network like chain armor. The helmet was of the skin of the sea hedgehog. The suit is admirably fitted to tear out the jagged shark's teeth set into the edges of the murderous wooden swords and spears of these islands. The Kingsmill natives acted on the belief that their mail wa3 impregnable until Captain Wilkes thought it advisable to hang a suit in the rigging and riddle it with bullets. Japanese differs from European armor by not being closely fitting. It seems to be rather low in the scale, as it i9 composed of overlapping plates, a method that is frequently followed in the beginning of the making of armor. CORE AN WARRIOR. _ Numerous attachments were made by the Japanese armorer 1o the original coat of mail or cuirass, covering the trunk and protecting the vital organs. In feudal times in Japan, th3 daimios.or lorc^, possessed splendid and serviceable Tiarness, which was often so heavy as to hamper the movement!!. The helmet was generally shallow,with a mask before the face, made to look as gruesome as possible?looks are considerably more than half the Oriental battle. T? n tV ? Ill VsUrCall al UlUI tvvouc auutuu maiviiui used for defence. The ancient Corean soldier wore a coat of great weight and1 thickness, made up of thirty-two layers i of course cotton cloth. Tho helmet is. padded and iron bound, Ontbc outside > ' of the front and rear pads forming the coat arc painted protecting sentences! from Buddhist prayer books. This kind uf armor was probably introduced from, China. Cortes, in the Conquest, fought, against Mexican soldiers equipped in coats padded with cotton or stuffed with salt. The Borneo African soldiers also^ wear quilted armor, and protect their horses with the same material. .Primitive urmor only protected the body; the legs are left free to run and dance about in the skirmish fighting of wild tribes. The "Romans of Call fornia," as theHupa and Klamath Indians were called, wore an armor of wooden aiats woven' together, fitted around the arms and neck and fastened over thoj shoulders with bands of buckskin. A; stone-headed arrow like these people( hsed a few years ago would be harmless against this fence of hard wood sticks. They also made odd-looking coats or thick elkskin almost capable of stopping, a bullet at medium range. Further north' fhia vnrip.tv nf Rkin-armor is minted with1 grotesque Alaskan figures in glaring col-' ore. The Alaskan helmet is also a strikingly carved and colored object. .in Aleutian skin coat in the National Museum shows a curious combination o^ ornament and protection. It is covered, over with brass Chinese coin called "cash," sewed on with sinew cord. P] would be interesting to know how the Aleutian acquired Chinese money. V KINGSMILL ISLANDER. ALASKAN WARRIOR j It seems strange that the Esquimau:) high up in Behring Strait should feel the need of armor. With plates cut frorq walrus tusk he makes mail put together like that of the Japanese that are marvels of patience. When barrel hopes were to be had he sometimes used these instead of ivory. The Churkchies, on the Siberian sidq of BehriDg Strait, had an armor made of bands of sealskin that telescoped like a tourist's drinking-cup. They had a shielq attachment protecting the sides of the face, also a square breastpiece hinged dn with leather thongs. A shield la detached or mtfvaOIO.aTniOr7,~ While it is tolerably easy to pick out all. the tribes that have advanced to the use of a protection worn on the body, all the barbarian world use shields. Happy was the Indian that had a "medicine" shield; no bullet or arrow could hurt him, and, summit of Indian felicity, it was reputed to make him successful in battle and horse-stealing. The Indian buffalo-hide shield was generally showily decorated in colors and trapped with red flannel, scalps, horse-hair and eaglo featherp. Sometimes the designs relate the exploits nf t.Vip nwnpr. nr are his own dream de vice, a kind of cont-of-arms. African shields compare favorably in point of area with a whole suit of armor. They aie made of raw hide, wood or basket and slat work. The latter are as pretty weaving as can be found. The Congo negroes trusted their shields against bullets lor a time. One of basketwork in the National Museum has a hole made by a rifle ball that killed the man that carried it. The large round Siamese shields are neatly woven of split rattan. Long wooden shields covered with tufts of hair are found among the head-hunting Dyaks of Borneo. The New Guinea shields are of wood, partly covered with finely woven basket-work. The most wonderful shield in the world is that used by some Australian tribes. It is really a sort of parrying stick. With it the native turns aside any spear or other throwing missile sent against him. An Australian gave an exhibition of its use to the Prince of Wales in London some years ago. He parried with ease soears that were thrown full force at him from a distance of fifteen paces.?New York World. I Electricity Direct From Heat. For fifty years electricians have been trying to discover a method of converting heat directly into electricity, says the Hartford (Conn.) Courant, but until recently no results of commercial value have been obtained. Such a method now, however, seems to have been discovered by H. B. Cox, a young man from Maine, at present living in Hartford. He claims to have invented an apparatus for converting heat directly into electricity, which is so simple in construction that he does not dignify it by the name of machine. By Mr. Cox's method heat is changed to electricity as simply as water is changed to steam. His furnace is all that may be seen. From glowing coals comes the subtle current, without the aid of boiler, engine or dynamo. A jet of gas can be made to run a dental maciiine, a sewing machine, and anything which requires no more power than these. No power has ever been discovered that is half so cheap as will be electricity obtained by this new process. While at his home in Maine he had a rtmall furnace, which supplied the electricity for several lights, and all of his experiments have been successful. A Wonderfnl African Mountain. The top of Kiliiua Njaro, the wonderful mountain lyiug almost under the equator in Central Africa, lias been reached by Dr. Meyer. Several ascents were made to both the Ivibo and the 3fawenzi summits, the party remaining s xteen days above a height of 13,000 feet, and finding the snow-eucircled Kibo crater 65 00 feet in diameter and 050 feet ! deep. A height of 19,0S0 feet?the highest point in German territory?was ' reached,-^Trenton (JV. J.) American, / Triplet Steers. The interestiug picture given Below.-of triplet calves is copied fromihe &:ral New Yorker. The steers belong to Josiah 8. Kenerson, of Barnet, Vt. Mr. Kenerson writes of the animals: "The mother of the steers is a nineyear-old high grade Shorthorn cow which had always dropped single calves until May 3, 1889, when she gave birth to these triplets. Their sire was a very fine full blooded Shorthorn bull, which, so far as I have heard, had always begot single calves until this case. The steers were castrated when a few weeks old. They were born May 3. I bought them; on August 12. They were allowed toj suckle the dam until I look them on.' August 14. I then tried to teach them! to drink new milk as taken from the cow,, but they would not touch it. I fed! j 8HEM, HAM AJfD JAPHETH. them on hay, ground oats and wheat bran, and after a few days began to give them ears of eorn left from the table in the boiliug season. They relished the green ears very much. As the corn matured I put them on the hard corn, giving them two or three ears each now and then. They are now eating about three quarts of bran apiece each day, and also, first, a handful of oats, then two or three ears of corn andj afterward a few roots?beets or carrots.) They have gained very finely. They are colored exactly alike and. marked rouiy alike, except that Shem has a star on his forehead. No person' can tell which is the tallest. A farmerl called to see them this week and I asked him to select the largest one; he looked them over and carefully made nis selection. I then "mixed them up'' and' asked him to tell me the smallest. He1 made his selection, and, to his surprise,* he had picked the sume steer. Willing to Ohllge. I nr. 1S11QKS?"IjOt a splinter iu yuui~. foot, eh? Put it up here eo that I can see it." 1 Billy the Tumbler?"Suttingly, boss." ?Muntey's Weekly. > The Barber Polo and Basin. The sign of the striped pole, which can be seeD at the door of every barbershop, was adopted as emblematical of the pro cess of blood-letting, which practice was a common remedy for nearly all diseases until about fifty years ago. The patient's arm, usually the left, was made bare, he was then given a short round stick tc grasp in his hand, the arm was then tightly wrapped with a narrow bandage or tape to the elbow. This was done in order to get all the blood above the point where the lancet was to be inserted. The red stripe on the pole is symbolical of the arterial blood, the blue stripe of theveiDS or venous circulation and the white of the arm. The brass basin sometimes suspended from the barber's pole (quite common in Europe, though rarely 6een in this country) was anciently one of the utensils of the barber. It resembles a tin pie plate with a semi-circular gap in one side to encompass the throat and so prevent the lather from soiling vhe clothes. This was found necessary, as the party being shaved was compelled to sit in an upright position. It will be remembered A _ tnat "uon Quixote assunjeu u wiuci a basin as a hemlet. It was not until the reign of George II, about 1757, that the barber ceased to bo anything but a barber, as we now understand the term. During the fifth and sixth centuries the custom of shaving was nearly obsolete. It was not revived in Europe until the seventeenth century. During the reigns of Louis XIII and XVI of France, both of whom ascended the throne in boyhood, the fashionable people soon began to make free use of the razor that they might resemble their youthful sovereigns. It will be observed that the desire to imitate great men did not originate with the present generation j and, it is safe to predict, will not die with it.?Washington Star. , The country lost, by fire Jast yea $123,000,000 wortfc^of property. QUIET LIVES. Like the quiet flow of a summer stream^ Or the peaceful tenor of a poet's dream In starry nights, With the stellar gleams in whirl o'erhead, " And the laugh o' the moon on the river shod In shaded lights? - . And ghostly sylphs, with their tread of air, Flitting about to the music fair? These quiet hours Of a life secluded from the busy mart Of the world's great, longing, restless heart And nervous powers? Delight the soul?that happy soul That knows the continent control Of a simple mind * * * Of a heart and brain that know no longing, Of a soul that knows no wrong, nor wrong' ing His human kind; Among his store of timo-stain'd books, Who for his daily pleasure looks, \ And asks no more. Whose mind to all the world is kind, To grosser passions, evils?hlind; And from whose door The beggar never turns in vain f/wl r\r> ehalfor frnm t.hft Pflifl And cheering smile. ******** Blesfc, thrice blest?lives like these?they spring In sheltered corners of the world?and bring An increase with them?like the lowly flowers That bloom in woodland byways, stayed by showers Of night-kiss'd dew (that falls when angels weep), And all the world is wrapt in mystic sleep. ?Philadelphia Ledger. ' PITH AND_ POINT. A rope gets tight because that's the way it is taut.?Statesman. ' The man who has to fight single habded generally doe3 it double fisted.? Statesman. In the matter of breathing, one air is just as good as a millionaire.?Binghamton liepublican. Law is dry because all acts are gen-? erally cut and dried belore ttiey Decome laws.?Picayune. The wise employe always laughs promptly when the proprietor maks3 a joke.?Somerville Journal. A man never knows how much he can do till he trie3?nor how bady he can do it. either.? Washington Post. With a good many young men, love is a matter of losing the head rather than the heart.?Burlington Free Press. <(This is a hard set," as the hen said when she was trying to hatch a porcelain exx?Boston Commercial _ - ' It is "Women in Medicine" now. When delicate health was fashionable it was medicine in women.?Texas Siftings. "There is a good deal of mud slinging in politics just now." "There is that. It's a regular rain of terra."?New York Herald. "Why, Tennyson, what ia all this broken glass here on the floor?" "Oh, it's a little thing I dashed off a few minutes nrrn " 'PnrJc. A Nevada forest is said to be so vast and impenetrable that many travelers ^ have been lost in mere contemplation of it .?^American Grocer. Point for Barnum?Always engage a squint-eyed man for a lion tamer, because he can fix two beasts at once vrth his x eyes.?Fliegende Blatter. "At the North Pole, Hans, they have > nights six months long." "Oh, but, father, just think of the pooi watchmen."?jFliegende Blatter. Brown?"Did the dog cat up much when he got into the pantry?" Sfre. Brown?"Yes; everything but the dogbiscuit."?Harper's Bazar. "Was there any applause at the close of your lecture?" "No; the ^dience were so sorry that I was throug they couldn't applaud."?Harper's Bat \ f He told her all the jokes he knew. 'Twas thus she 6poke when he got throughj "Vau ?n<rVif. trt hour TTrnnlf fiimnkins tell Those stories. My! He does them well." ( ?Washington Post. It is altogether wrong and improp^ry besides being impolite, for any one to speak of the doctor's servant as the valet of the shadow of death.?Somen ilia i' Journal. > "Time will prove my client innocent!" " cried Squiljig. "Your argument carries 1 some wait with it," observed tho 1 court. And Squiljig laughed so heartily 1 that he won his case.?Harper's Bazar. "Well, who are you?" asked Fangle of a man he met in his hall with his hands full of silverware. "I'm the Chairman of the Appropriation Committee," replied the burglar.?Munsey's Weekly. ' - ??; Teacher?' 'How many of you can tell me something about grass? Well, Johnny, what do you know about it?" Johnny?"Please, ma'am, it is something you always have to keep off'n."?TimesDemocrat. Shoe Dealer (to young widow, who is 7 >m?ilrnfr nver a nile of ladies' slippers)? "Arc you lookiDg for No. 2, ma'am?" Young Widow (blushing)?"Yes, sir. Are you an unmarried man?"?Burlington Free Prm. "You never saw such a dog as my Nero! 7" The other day a friend borrowed him to go shooting with. He didn't havo any luck, and when they came back Nero actually dragged him to the stand of a game dealer."?Fliegende Blatter. Tramp?"Madatn, I'm weary and discouraged, can I go out in the barn and - die?" Lady of the House?"Poor man! I'm sorry for you. But you'll have to come soine other time. We're going to ' J ?i )) rr__ Dave a uauce uut tuuic iv-ui^ut. ?juurpcr's Bazar. A lecturer on physical beauty says "holding one's hands up makes the veins swell and induces a large, coarse development.'' Train robbers, who order their victims to "throw up your hands," should be informed of this fact.?Norrtitown Herald. , ' dg 1 There are said to be thirtj-two sand j2romifie3 in the Bible. . - HB