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My sister aad I have known poverty; not born nor bred to it, we were yet «carcgj|r^cjf|fn grown, when we found ourselves alone^ 11 the world with pov erty for our inheritance, and I, indeed, with nothing ckd we<,n me and starvation save Ellinor’s cPiroge, energy and pa tience. I am nobgpingto write a record of our lives in thtatf days, it would only s of others, as wel nurtured as ourselves cident that grew out that was destined to curious link to the be'that of born, as —no, onl; of our pove: bind thf 1 *;." ones that were to ooi We had tried mana^nethods by which to earn daily bread and clothes to cover u a ^twhat one of the many women who ^•"je had to labor for the same but can recall *he dreary catalyse ? v-^-lr began in hope to end in disappointment, the supply ever exceeding the demand) and dark and bitter February found us endeavoring to keep the wolf from the door by the manufacture of the pretty, fanciful, foolish trifles which it is the fashion of the rich and happy to dis pense on the day of St. Valentine. Ellinor had a fine taste, and drew very prettily, and between us wo had man aged to please highly the kind-hearted shopkeeper who first offered to employ us in making valentines; but, alas ! the demand was exhausted sooner than our taste and invention, and when our last order was executed wo had so much ma terial remaining that we resolved to ex ercise our taste and skill to the utter most in the manufacture of some real chef*-<Voeuvre, a sight of which should gain us orders elsewhere, or at least command a sale for themselves. How well I can recall, to this day, the making of those half-dozen valentines. We had really made money by our pre vious ventures in this line, and were young and hopeful enough to be easily elated by a little good fortune. We laughed and talked over our work; as if Pjoverty had bade us farewell forever, once a gleam of pale sunshine p,king through the wintry grey sky, little linnet stirred nimbly in its i and uttered a shrill twitter. Ellinor r up to it with a wistful kind of Lpn her face. ’ said she. “ J dare say sunshine is making it ' time and a downy nest reeu hedge. Poor little such things are not for ^bitterly cold morning, with ?wers of sleety rain, when [forth, our valentines care- jn a box, to try and dis- ' ate wares, in such pmed likely to invest in [ fere hopeful as we entered ' utterly damped as we de- j [• jcessful, and by the time I &£unk, the sixth, despair- ! £jh?«jr 1 nct to give in while a J r* v ^3^nable West-end shop, ! (Efc and the warm mellow entered, penetrated Aments with a grateful 3tnfort Two gentlemen jjsrWiudsome counter, inspect- ? 'lentings that the swartly- youug lady behind it -O them, the younger of ' with a curious kind of dissatis- jigerness in his boyish face, the rith a good-natured assumption of : in what his friend had at heart. Sorted all this while Ellinor was ring our little wares to the other lady, equally well dressed, but i milinsr, who came forward • ’ e; d, and T -^as still * mg, an - ; ■ stiu ed (he counter,wmic the young Indy ha . departed to ask instructions as to buying, from the master of the shop, when the elder of the two gentlemen turned suddenly round and saw the con- leuts of our box, spread out. “ Hallo l” said he, “ why here are a more. Tom, come, I think yon will ba hard to please, if some of these are not r.p to the mark,”—and he pulled them all towards him, before Ellinor or the young Indy behind the counter could interfere if they wished. “Why, these ‘forget-me-nots’ and silver Cupids are the most killing things v o have seen yet; perfectly irresistible, by Jove ! And this pretty wreath of holly berries that lifts up, and shows a tiny looking-glass underneath,' there’s a neat compliment for you l perfections of every kind set forth in the verses, you know, ‘ Look in the glass and you be hold them all. ’ Why, Tom, yon couldn’t hope to beat that!” He ended with a laugh that matched his kind, frank face, and which, like that, seemed to draw one towards him as it were, and then glanced at Ellinor, who was coloring a little. “ Did you make these pretty things ?” he said speaking very gently. * ‘ By George ! what taste you must have: you must let me have this one of the holly berries. I have never seen anything so pretty.” He dropped his voice and looked again at Ellinor. I was the youngest, yet I saw the compliment, which she never dreamed of appreciating. “ The thing is for sale, sir,” she said, simply, and putting it into it > cover laid it on the counter before him. With some awkwardness, and a rising color in his own face now,he took out a sovereign and handed it to her. We wanted money, yes, sorely, Heaven knows, and yet a sudden impulse which I could scarcely resist, made me almost dash forward and snatch the money from her hand. Not noticing that, or my face, into which a burning color had flown, Ellinor turned towards the young lady and asked her to oblige her with change in silver. “No, indeed,” the gentleman called out hastily, “ there is no need of change. The valentine is worth more than that trifle—yes—indeed I insist—” and he would not hear an., thing to the contrary, though Ellinor looked distressed and even haughty. He took up the other valentines, praised and admired them, and there was something so winning in his face and manner, that Ellinor,though always somewhat shy and reserved, talked and even smiled in answer to him. Meanwhile the well-dressed young lady behind the counter looked on with much loftiness, not to say disdain, which was not abated when the otuer young gentle man finally fixed upon the forget-me- nots and Cupids, which his friend had pronounced so killing, and the price of which Ellinor said was five shillings. I don’t know whether the elder one by this time had become aware of the ir regular nature of the proceedings, or whether he was enlightened as to the same by the aspect of the young huly, but_ certainly, with a smile and bow to wards Ellinor, he turned away, and, af ter purchasing some trifle or other, he and his friend left the shop. Very short indeed was the young lady’s tone, when she said “ that they hail no intention at present of increasing their stock of valentines,” and very sup ercilious the look with which she eyed Ellinor’s fair, delicate face, as my sister was restoring the unsold valentines to their box once more. She sighed a kind of relieved sigh, when we were once more in the street. . “There, Tibbie, we have done almost a day’s work in the last ten minutes,'and seem to have earned the right to go home and warm ourselves. You are vory wet, my child ; come, we can afford te do no more to-day. ” “ Oh ! Ellinor, I wish you had not taken his money,” I burst out. “ I would rather have beou cold and wet.” She locked at me wondering. “Not take whose money ?—what, the gentleman’s who bought the valentine? My dear child, and why ?” “ Oh, Nell! we are ladies; yes, as much as he is a gentleman. Nell, U was different selling our things to the shop keeper.” “ You foolish child! it was different certainly, inasmuch as we were three times as well paid by the one as the Other,” answered Ellen, calmly; “and as for not liking to take his money, let us hope he has plenty to spare, and will always bestow the superfluity where it is as much needed as he did to-day. ” We said no more, for I was a little ashamed of my involuntary outburst; and our liberal customer was never named again between us. Indeed we had other thu.gs to think of; for, taking cold on tins very day, I shortly after wards fell into a lingering fever, and my poor sister’s powers were taxed to the utmost to keep us both from starving. Some months before this, Ellinor had written to onr sole relative in the world —an uncle in Australia; and about this time we had fallen into the habit of watching for the postman when he entered onr street, in the faintest, for lorn hope possible that there might come an answer to it. On this morning, when Nell had given me my scanty breakfast, and made me ns comfortable as the miserable circumstances permitted, she sat down near the window to take her own poor meal, and watch as usual for the postman. The watercress woman, the boy with the rolls, the organ that always came at nine o’clock, all made their usual appearance and departed; but no postman caused the narrow little street to resound with his thunderous raps; and at last Ellinor rose. “He must have passed before I sat down, I suppose,” she said cheerfully; “never mind, Tibbie darling, we still have the letter to hope for. What, Mrs. Smith! really a letter for us at last !” she called out, darting towards our land lady, who opened the door at the in stant, with a letter held in her apron, to prevent its contact with her soapy finger and thumb. * ‘ Why, how could 1 have missed seeing the postman ?” 1 ‘ Lor, Miss ! posty won’t be here for ever so long yet: always is an hour late on this foolish Valentine’s day, a-keep- ing people out o’ their lawful letters, all along o’ that tomfoolery as I calls it. However, p’raps this letter, which didn't come by post, may be a valentine, and then you won’t be obliged to me for calling it tomfoolery.” “ Not come by post?” said Ellinor, in a very disappointed voice, as she took the letter and looked at the superscrip tion and the seal, as people will do, to discover what they could come at so much more readily by opening the en velope. “Open it, Nell dear,” said 1, with the fretfulness of fever and weakness and she came and sat down on the bed beside me as she did so. A thin bit of paper fluttered out of the envelope, and lay unheeded by us both, as Ellinor un folded the enclosure and revealed a val entine-yes, a real valentine, glistening with frosted silver snowdrops and blue forget-me-nots. “ Oh, Nell ! a real valentine !—and for yon ! Who could have sent it ?” “ It must be a mistake,” said Eflinor, turning to the superscription on the en velope. “ But no; name and addx-ess in full, and perfectly cerrect.” “ Who could have sent it?” repeated I. “ Who, indeed ?” replied Ellinor, so berly. “ What a pity that snow-drops and forget-me-nots are not good for eat ing. Stay! here is something else— roses now, I suppose. ” And she took up the folded piece of paper that lay unheeded on the bed. In an instant the color flashed into her face, the tears into her patient eyes. “ Oh, Tibbie ! my darling, my child ! Five pounds!—a bank-note for five pounds.” “ Five pounds, Ellinor !—nonsense !” “Yes, yes; a real note!—look!” she cried. “ Oh, my darling, you will get well, now! f 'u shall have all I have never been able to give you. Oh, may God bless the sender of such a precious valentine!” you The dawn of another day of St. Val entine—dark, raw and gloomy. Out of doors the scene is wretched enough. The trees, in the London square oppo site, are dripping with dank moisture; and the London street is slippery with the same. Inside it is different. A cosy breakfast-room, luxuriantly appointed, the fire dancing brightly in the polished grate, and the whole atmosphere scented by the breath of the exotics, that comes floating in from the open conservatory adjacent. Two ladies are its occupants, one of whom is busy at the breakfast- table, whUe the other stands at a win dow, looking out. “ Why, Nell, one would think expected a valentine.” My sister did not answer; and looking merrily towards her, I saw so vivid a color stealing into her fair, pale face, as made me instantly silent in wonder. “ What were you and Captain Mild- may talking about so long in the dark yesterday evening ?” I asked presently. “About valentines,” answered El linor, quietly. “ Yes, Tibbie, I was telling him of the time we earned our bread by making them. ” “ Oh, Nell!” I called out, aghast. But my sister's noble face rebuked my paltry pride into silence. ‘ * It seemed to me only right, ” she went on. “And did he—do yon think he had ever recognized us for the poor girls he bought the valentines of that day ?” I faltered. “ I don’t know—if so, he did not con fess it; but I think it very unlikely. It was natural we should recollect him; noi unlikely that he should associate the idea of two forlorn-looking creatures with the nieces of the rich Australian mei'chant, whom he saw living in luxury. No; I dax-e say he has long forgotten us as he first saw us; though I have always thought, Tibbie, in my own soul, that ! ho sent that precious valentine that j saved you, my darling, after the fever.” “ Oh, Nell !—and you never told me I before! Well, and what did he say ?” “Last night?—very little. I thought 1 it only honest to tell him; it seemed to i me right; but, perhaps, it has lost us a ! friend, Tibbie; I don’t know.” Her voice shook a little, and she turned her face so that I could not see i it. Just then the postman’s knock mode I the house resound; and, as if the noise I had galvanized her into motion, Ellinor darted out into the hall. I don’t know , what she expected, or what I did; but I | followed her, and leant over her shoul- ; der as she opened the box, with her 1 little hands trembling, so that the let- ters as she lifted them fluttered in her i : grasp. There were several—I don’t in j the least remember what the others were, all my attention was concentrated 1 on the one that Ellinor selected as if by s instinct—a valentine, yes, her own wreath of holly berries, whose ruddy glow seemed somehow to be reflected in the color flushing my sister’s happy face. As I looked at it, I presumed that the token carried its message, in words not exactly patent to my understanding ; and I know that, though Ellinor has been years married to Fred Mildmay, she still keeps her two valentines among her most sacred treasures. The silver snowdrops and the bright holly berries i must be tarnished now ; but to Ellinor | they will always be fresh in the remem- f branoo of the faithful love which has i blessed her life and made it beautiful. “Nell was my fate, yon see,” said 1 Fred, as we all stood together in the i happy firelight on the evening of that ; day of St. Valentine. “Icould not for- get her face after I had once seen it; and when I found out where you lived, and sent that—that first valentine, you know, I was thinking how to follow it up, when, behold ! I was introduced to ; my fate one night, ns the niece of the Australian millionaire. And so you ; didn’t think I remembered yon, Nell ? ' Well, I’ll own I was too flabbergasted to be quite sure, till you spoke. As to the holly wreath, I always meant to keep i it till I was in earnest, you know, and I told Ellinor so last night.” Plymo’ilh Church Pews. The recent annual sale of pews in Plymouth Church is described in a New York paper: The sale of Plymouth Church pews has been for many years an event of great interest in this part of the country, and the prices realized have often been enormously large. E|ince Mr. Beecher’s troubles began the re ceipts have gradually decreased, partly because of the scandal, perhaps, but largely because of the hard times. The sale to-night was no exception. A de crease was expected, and it came. Mr. Beecher made a few remarks before the sale. The highest premium offered was 8505, by H. W. Sage. The highest premium last year was $000, paid by H. B. Claflin, who only bid $300 to-night. In 1875 Charles Dennis, who to-night bid $500 for second choice, paid the highest premium, $750. The amount of premiums offered to-night is $24,171, which added to the pew rents aggregat ing $12,758, makes a total of $36,929, $10,593 less than last year’s total of $47,522. In 1875 the premiums alone amounted to $58,320, making the total of the revenues $71,165. Mr. Claflin obtained third choice to-night for $300. Nobody seemed to bo surprised at the comparatively small amount obtained by the sale. “It’s larger than I ex pected it to be this year,” said one mem ber, and Mr. Beecher said, after the sale, “If anybody’s going to grumble, it’s no4 I. ” Mr. Beecher, by the way, bought a pew himself for a premium of two dollars. It was the last pew, and nobody else bid for it. As the name ef of the buyer was announced a rumble of applause was heard in the sanctuary. The lowest premium paid was fifty cents. The following are the names of the pur chasers of the principal pews, the pre miums and the rental : An Arctic Scene. A Chicago Romance. The following is an extract from the Some four years ago there came^to diary of the professor of zoology who Chicago from Germany Baron \ on accompanied the Swedish polar expedi- Daren, a young, handsome man of good tion of 1875: The month of July opened education, and, as his name shows, noble with the fairest of weather, which we . family. At twenty-four he had spent qaed advantageously in sailing north, ; three fortunes, and was so heavily in passing the port of Karmakula, where debt that he was obliged to leave Father- we dredged for a short time, and made | land and seek fame and filthy lucre in a explorations, which have only a scienti- ! foreign land America, of course He fic interest. The 2d of July the Proven came, ho saw and he well nigh starved. Henry W. Sage.. .. Premium. $505 Rant. $110 Charles Dennis. .. . 500 110 Horace B. Claflin 300 120 Haratio C. King. . . 280 110 J. D. Hutchinson. . 275 120 Moses I. Beach.... 250 100 S. Y. While 250 90 R. Cornell White. . 255 90 O. A. Gager 250 100 Augustus Storrs. . . 225 100 Anecdotes of an Artist. A writer in the Baltimore Bulletin says : The Swiss home of Courbet, the lately deceased painter, was a cottage in such a tumble-down condition that it was hardly considered safe. Here he lived entirely alone, and his housekeep ing was primitive enough. When his bed was made he made it himself just before getting into it. A friend relates that his bedroom was festooned with cobwebs and that one day he attempted to take some down with his umbrella, when Courbet, greatly excited, seizing his arm, exclaimed : “Mon cherami, what are you doing ? They catch the flies !” Another friend says of him : “ The last time I saw him he was in a great state of excitement, attempted to sweep and scour down with his own hands his floor, deal tables and benches, as'the Queen of Sweden had asked to be al lowed to visit his studio. His attempts did not seem to me to be likely to suc ceed, but his intentions were good. Tie was a vexy big man with a peculiarly gentle expression of countenance. His dress was careless in the extreme. It seems to me that the two words which best describe him are naivete and bonhomie." I was told by an old friend of his that lie has never got over the sorrow caxxsed him by the death of his wife and only son at the age of about twenty. He made many students about the cantons of Wallais and Vaud. He used to bring home his big wet canvases on his back, looking like a hale sandwich man. He painted very rapidly, never using a brush, but laying on his colors thickly with a palette knife. When he told me this I suppose I looked surprised, for he very kindly volunteered to show me how he did it. It was wonderful to see what delicate effects a few touches he made in this way produced. Abernctliy Outwitted. A very talkative lady, who had wearied the temper of Mr. Abernethy, who at all times was impatient of babble, was told by him, the first moment he could get a chance of speaking, to be good enough to put out her tongue. “ Now pray, Madame,” said he play fully, “keep it out.” The hint was taken. He rarely met with his match, but on one occasion he fairly owned that he had. He was sent for by an inn keeper, who had had a quarrel with his wife, who had scored his face with her nails, so that the poor man was bleeding and much disfigured. Mr. Abernethy considered this an opportunity not to be lost for admonishing the offender, and said, “ Madame, are you not ashamed of yourself to treat your husband thus— the husband, who is the head of all— ‘your’ head, madam, in fact?” “Well, doctor,” fiercely retorted the virago, “ and may I not scratch my own head ?” Upon this her friendly adviser, alter giving directions for the benefit of the patient, turned upon his heel and con fessed himself beaten for once. anchored about four o’clock in the morn ing, and a short distance from ns we ob served four magnificent reindeers brows ing quietly on the shore. Accompanied by four of our brave men, I threw my self into a canoe and pulled for the shore. A heavy mist concealed our approach from the enemy, but, as at the beat of a drum, it suddenly disappeared, reveal ing one of the strangest spectacles that I had ever witnessed. Very near the Proven, which we nad just left, and on both sides of it, two shining mountains rising abruptly from the sea were seen, the even projections of which were liter ally covered and hidden by myriads of birds. From their plumage, black as ebony on the back and white below; from their width from wing to wing when fly ing, and from their vertical position when in repose, we recognized the guillemot. They clung to the sides of these moun tains, grave, impassible, pressed one against the other, each covering her egg. Countless numbers were whirling in lines across the sky, and seen from onr little bark, they looked like immense pearls floating in space and gleaming in the rays of the sun, which they inter cepted from us. I estimated that there must have been millions of birds congre gated there, so sandwiched together that a hand could scarcely be inserted be tween them. Other guillemots were being rocked upon the cradle of the deep, rising and falling in unison with each dash of the billows, and occasionally dip ping their beaks under water in search •of food, while still others, inflamed with ( anger, were fighting with the greatest hostility, ordinarily terminated by the [intervention of a peaceful neighbor, who 'would boldly force the belligerents to conclude a peace. The winged tribe united in forming a strange medley of sounds; we could almost believe that we heard the frantic barking of a pack of hounds or the deep mutterings of thun der reverberating from the mountains. Further on before us was a shoal of white dolphins, who, to the number of many hundreds, agitated the waters with the violence of a tempest. We passed quietly among them, when they defiled away without any appearance of fear. I sent a ball among them without effect, these mammals being, as is well known, invulnerable* in only one place—the eye, which is remarkably small in proportion to the size of their bodies. The profes sor and a companion afterward succeed ed in shooting two of the four reindeer. He could not speak English. He had been brought up in the lap of luxury, which has a disagreeable way of setting its pets down on the floox-. He could not dig, to beg he was ashamed, and ’twas only when the fox of hunger gnawed that he thankfully accepted the position of coachman in a well-to-do family on Calumet avenue, and there he has remained with Micawber expecta tions, the mystification of the male ser vants and a puzzle to the daughter of the family, a pretty blonde, with a fond ness for the language. She had been to school in Germany; she loved the peo ple of that land; she knew their ways and customs; could speak their tongue, and knew she could keep in practice by talking to Carl. Carl was willing and not averse to display his knowledge of something and aid his charming young mistress, who wondered at the care with which he kept his hands white, and the courtly bow with which he received her orders, and made up her mind he was somebody! Finally, as time went on, her heart already gone, his confidence followed, and he revealed his history, but said nothing about his love; he was too honorable. But the love of Carl was not unreturned, though the fair haired heroine worked away until she had proved the truth of his story, and after that many a dangerous convex sa tion was carried on between “ coachee ” and the young lady in silk and seal-skin, who occupied the carriage. But recently came a letter from Germany. Exit a spinster aunt and entree Baron Carl Von Daren into a fortune of 300,000 thalers. And the end is to be a pretty quiet wed ding and a tour to the old country, to live, as the fairy stories say, “happy ever afterward.’ ’ Many a poor woman thinks she can do nothing without a husband, and when she gets one finds that she can do noth ing with him. Wild Geese. A Belfast (Maine) housewife who in cautiously made use of a rotten line to dry her week’s washing during the furious wind of Monday, realized a sad disaster. All the nameless and inde scribable garments tugged furiously at the line. The shirts seemed to belong to giants, and the drawers were filled with a preternatural plumpness, until the line broke, and the whole laixndry wealth of the household took a flight upward and onward. A farmer living in the southeastern part of the city saw their approach, led by a pair of gray flannel drawers, and ran for his gun, shouting “ Wild geese !” Further par ticulars are nwaited with interest. He Was Strictly Honest. A citizen of John ft. street not only keeps a score or more of hex s, but the family take pride in them, and the slightest noise in the backyard at mid night arouses every inmate of the house. A morning or two since a weary-lookiug old chap called at the side door with a •lead hen in his hand, and, when the servant girl had summoned the lady of the house, he said: “ Madam, as I was walking down the alley just now a boy jumped over your fence with this dead hen in his hand. I am poor and hungry, but I am honest, madam. This hen belongs to you. She will make you a beautiful dinner. I ask for no reward, madam, thoxxgh the smell of coffee almost makes me crazy with delight.” “ Those bad boys—they ought to be shut up !” exclaimedtlxe indignant lady. “So they had, madam. It is a sin to murder a young and healthy hen in this sudden manner. I could have taken the body and sold it, but I would not do so base a thing. No, madam ; I am as hungry os a wolf, but I am honest. There is your hen, lady, and though I need food I will not ” He laid the hen beside the door and was going away when she asked him to come in and get breakfast. He accepted the invitation, cleared the table, and had been gone about five minxxtes when the girl called to her mistress : “ Why, this hen is frozen as solid as a lock, and only about half of it is here !” The lady investigated, saw that it was a “corpse” which had been kicking around for days, and as she rushed for the front gate there was a bright red spot on each cheek, but the man was out of sight.—Detroit Free Press. Ail Impatient Traveler. The Pittsburgh (Pa.) Dispatch says: A story is told of a well-known routh side merchant having been observed placing a nickel in [a letter-box on a lamp-post, on Smithfield street, a few nights since. Having paid hi* fare he sat down on the curb-stone, and after j waiting patiently for about ten minutes | xose to his feet and demanded in very i emphatic language, to know if that car was ever going to start. Receiving no answer he, after waiting a few minutes longer, started home on foot, leaving his fare in the box. The Overcrowded Cities, An exchange says: A member of Congress lately asserted that there were four hundred thousand unemployed people in and about the city of New York, compelled to live by begging or plun dering. The assertion was a gross ex aggeration of a lamentable fact. Prob ably there is not one-fourth of that, number. Nevertheless, it is true that not only New York, but all cities are overcrowded. The tendency is to crowd them still more. Thousands of young men in the country are looking forward to the time when they can go to some large city, and there find employment. They do not know that the chances for success in life are far greater in the country than in the city. One out of a hundred in a city may be able to lay up a little money, and one out of two thousand may become wealthy ; a small portion will live in comparatively comfortable ciicumstanceg ; the rest, even if they get and keep constant employment, are drudges, who work hard, get poor pay, besides being condemned to unwhole some diet, and to breathe foul air. In the country very few men have an ex cuse for being wretchedly poor. The nation would be richer, happier, better, if the excess of population in the cities would remove to fertile farms, and engage in tilling the soil. It is an occupation quite as honorable as selling dry goods, and far more desirable than the drudgery of confinement of city life that wears out the body before old age comes, and no adequate wages to sus tain life in return. Compressed Tea. A late number of the F.uropean Mail, London (Eng.), in an account of the “Exhibition of Sanitary Appliances,” recently held in Manchester, in connec tion with the forty-fifth annual congress of the British Medical Association, among other things, describes a patent process for compressing or consolidating tea, on exhibition. The process con sists in applying to loose tea an enor mous pressure which compresses it to within one-third of its original bulk, forming it into a bar or block, marked ' mashed, with notches or depressions into divi sions of half an ounce each. The effect of this pressure is to thoroughly break up the fibre of the leaves, and to open the small cells which have been closed by the process of drying abroad, and which are not thoroughly opened by the action of boiling water, after the ordinary method of infusion. The practical re sult is that the consolidated or com pressed tea will give, after ordinary ip- fusion, a liquor from forty to fifty per cent, stronger than loose or uncompressd tea. J FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. Receipts. Corn Bread.—Take two and half pints of corn meal, three eggs, well beaten, one tablespoonful of- melted butter, two tablespoonfuls of sugar, and one quart of sweet milk, mix thoroughly and then add one pint of wheat fiour, in which one large tablespoonful of soda and two of cream of tartar, with salt, have been mixed. Bake in pans, and in any thickness required. Farmer’s Fruit Cake.—Soak two cups of dried apples over night in luke warm water. In the morning drain the apples and chop them fine. Simmer them for two hours in two cups of mo lasses; when cool add a cup of brown sugar, half a tablespoonful of cloves, one of cinnamon, half a grated nutmeg and a pinch of salt. Stir in a cup of butter, two beaten eggs, half a cup of sour milk and three cups of flour. Add a heaping teaspoonful of soda, dissolved in two tablespoonful of hot water, and last of all put in a cupful or more of stoned raisins dredged lightly with flour. Stir well and bake immediately in pans with buttered paper in the bottom of each. This cake can be made in larger quan tity, and if well wrapped and put in a close box or jar will keep fresh and good for months. Potato Salad.—This is an excellent recipe: Take eight large Irish potatoes when cold and slice them in a flat dish with one or two onions and a sprinkling of celery and salt; over each layer of potato and onion pour the following dressing: Beat two eggs with a table- spoonful of sweet oil, add a small tea spoonful each of sugar, peper, mustard and salt; when well mixed pour on two cupfuls of boiling vinegar; put back on the fire and stir till it is as thick as custard. Let it cool before putting it on the potatoes: sprinkle with cayenne on the top; make this in the dish in which it is to come to the table, and, if possi ble, twenty-four hours before it is used. Welsh Rare-Bit.—Two teacups of grated or finely chopped cheese, one tea cup of sweet cream, one and a half tea cups of grated cracker or very stale bread, three eggs lightly beaten ; mix crumbs, eggs and cream in a pan, then stir in cheese. Add two “shakes” of red pepper,’one and a half tablespoonfuls of mustard and a little salt. Put a lump of butter, size of an egg, in the bake dish; set in the oven until melted. Turn in the ingredients and stir until all are dissolved. Let it brown on the top, and serve from the same dish for tea. Roots for Cows. • Succulent food in the winter season (together with warm stables and good^ care) is one of the moat necessary agen cies in keeping up a good flow oJ milk ; and in no way can this food be so suc cessfully and economically furnished as by roots, fed raw—sliced or chopped. Meal or shorts made into a thin mush would furnish the moisture needed in connection with the dry forage of winter, and would no doubt give a richer milk —but it would be more costly, and not furnish so healthy a focal as early cut hay fed in connection with roots. More over, it is evident that cows will con tinue their milking qualities for a series of years better with this food, than when fed with the more stimulating corn meal. Without doubt, some meal in connec tion with the roots should be of advan tage, if the highest results were to be | reached, as the laxative nature of the ; roots would counteract the heating ten- dercy of the meal, while the meal would l serve to keep the cow in good cash. iHnklna Butler In Hrnxll. There are four native modes of making butter in the Empire of Brazil. The | first is by putting the milk in a common ; bowl and beating it with a spoon, as you would an egg. The second, by pouring the milk into a bottle and shaking it till the butter appears, when it is removed | by breaking off the top of the bottle, i The third, where the dairy is more ex tensive, is performed by filling a hide with milk, which is lustily shaken by ; an athletic native at each end until | butter is produced. The fourth, which is considered to indicate vast progress over any of the preceding methods, con j siets in dragging the hide or leather vessel, filled with milk, on the ground after a galloping horse until it is sup posed the butter is formed. The milk is never strained and the butter never Three Old i, If the world seems o Kindle fires to ww Let their comfort uF* Winters that deformv Hearts as frozen as yonf Swn To that radiance gather ; Yon will soon forget to moan “Ah! the cheeriossweather!” If the world’s a wilderness, do, build houses in it! Will it help your loneliness On the winds to dim it? Raise a hut, however slight; Weeds and brambles smother ; And to roof and meal invite Some forlomer brother. If the world’s a vale of tears, Smile, till rainbows span it! Breathe the love that life endear*. Clear of clouds to fan it. Of your gladness lend a gleam Unto souls that shiver; Show them how dark Sorrow s stream Blends with Hope’s bright river. Stanley’s Early Life. Henry M. Stanley (for he has a good right so to call himself, although his ! original name was John Bowlauds), was i born near Denbigh, in Wales, in 1840, j and of parentage so lowly that at the i age of three years he was placed in the | poorhousc of St. Asaft, where lie re- | mained for ten years, and received an ! Itenia of Interest. Hen’s slang—“ I’ll lay for you.’ Riches that have wings—Gold eagles. How to make a Maltese enws? Tread on her tail. Cross-ties—Married couples who do not agree well together. Young men . should pattern after pianos —be square, upright, grand. Victor Emmanuel and Napoleon III. died ou the 9th of January, precisely five years apart. On the whole, it is believed that the Indian race is increasing, by contact with the whites, rather than diminish ing. The United States utilizes in agricul ture ten per cent, of its area ; Great Britain, fifty-eight per cent., and Hol land seventy. The Japanese department »f educa tion is collecting all the journals and periodicals in Japan to send to the Paris Exhibition. It requires from 8,000 to 10,000 arti ficial eyes to supply the annual demand in New York. Glass eyes for horses are also in great request. Variety may be the spice of life, but advertising is the pepper and salt of a newspaper, and the bread and butter of the advertiser. The customer gets the cream.—Breakfast Table. “I meant to have told you of that hole,” said a gentleman to his friend, who, walking in 1 is garden, stumbled into a pit of water. “ No mAlter, said the friend. “ I have found it.” They have dreadfully severe judges in Brooklyn. One of them recently sent a man to jail for six months for getting fat. He was getting it out of a butter store, when a policeman an eated him. Insects, says Prof. J. Plateau, are often attracted from a distance by arti ficial flowers; but never alight on them. They must, there.'orr. thinks, be guided by some other sense beside that of sight. So certain is the crime of listening to carry its own punishment, that there is no pointed prohibition against it; we are commanded not to commit other sins, but this one draws down its own correction and woe to him who infringes it. If there’s a type of character That indicates or shows " Our follies, faults andwjtfkfiessee. — Ye-i* OTr j pr6e'Tc5U8~no8e. ■Whether Roman, png or Grecian. Whether large or whether small. It is infinitely better Than to have none at all. The New York candy factory disaster is attributed by the Scientific American to the explosion of a very finely powder ed substance that had become diffused in the air of the candy factory. Among the substances that will, under certain conditions, explode with terrific force, the wTiter mentions cork. “This ma terial,” he says, “ which burns in bulk with a very slow combustion, becomes highly explosive when reduced to an impalpable powder, and in this state distributed in an atmosphere.” Burlington Hatckeye: We do not suppose that lecturers are, as a class particularly renowned for personal courage, but we have yet to meet one who would not rather see one of his aud iences pull a revolver on him than a watch. When a man in the audience pulls out a watch as big ns a tin basiu, then fixes a glare cf stony, inexpressible amazement and outraged patience ou the man who talks—brethren, you want to look around for a clean place in which to lie down and die. A gentleman relates, after leaving the paper of which he was the editor, and returning on a visit, he wrote a leader for the new editor, and lie really thought it good—better than he had written for months. Next day he met an old ac quaintance with a paper in his hand. “Ah,” said he, “this paper is but a miserable thing now—nothing like what it was when you had it!”—and pointing to the article he had written, he con tinued, “Look, for instance, at that thing ! Why didn’t that fool kt you write the article ? ’ The late king of Italy was a good judge of men. His father. Carlo Al berto, was snspicious of Garibaldi, and would only give him a subordinate posi tion in the army ; but as soon as Victor Emmanuel was crowned he sought out Garibaldi and made him general, with large powers—a step that he never hail to regret. He knew also that, in choos- iug Cavour, he would have frequently to yield his o\ui opinions to that dis- oducation which gained for him a place as teacher in a school at Mold, in Flint- tinguished statesman and that he would shire. Wlien fifteen years old he shipped i have a cabinet of his own choice. To A Old Maxims in New Suits, perambulating mineral boulder generates no vegetation. A reposing female fowl never accumu lates avoirdupois. Defvnct humanity relates not serial ranatives. Do not ejaculate before the forest’s nurgiu bursts upon your enraptured vision. The world’s medium of exchange en- nbhfc: the fei^ST^feequine animal to per- A Music-Loving Spider. This is fi’om the Georgetown (Cal.) Miner: At the Catholic church, ou a Sunday morning, before the service, an unassuming little spider can be seen curled up in his gauzy bower—probably wrapped up in his morning prayer. Let the lady organist but touch the keys, and with eager feet he will creep a cou ple of feet down the wall, and there his artistic sonl will revel in the musical sounds produced by choir and in tru- ments. When the serviee is over, the dying echoes lingering in his predatory soul, he retires, it is hoped, with regen erate heart. The fact that the lady or- ; as cabin boy on board a vessel bound for New Orleans. Here ho found em ployment witli a merchant named Stan ley, who soon adopted the lad, and bestowed upon him his own name. But his patron died, leaving no will. The civil war broke out, and young Stanley entered the confederate army. He was taken prisoner, and soon after volun teered in the service of the Union, be coming an ensign on the iron-clad Ticonderoga. After the close of the war he entered upon the journalism, and traveled as a newspaper correspondent in Turkey and Asia Minor, paying a visit to his native land, Wales, and to the poorhouse where his childhood had been passed, and of which Cavour and Garibaldi is due a large share of the honor of accomplishing the unification of Italy. A Sonuiftnilnilist’s Adventure nesponaent writes from Cli+HTrir*” ork : A singular eus6of somnara- oecurred in this village a lew ago. Miss Mahala Rose, a maiden lady of quite advanced acre, de liberately jumped from a second story window in her night-clothes and bare- professiou of j footed, struck on her feet “right side up gauist had a faithful and cherished amli- he entertained a grateful recollection. xulate. tor of this kind three consecutive years, who would crawl ou to the piano, shows that this is no isolated case. And what ever may be the opinion of the unfeeling world, to the choir of the church he is endeared by months of associaticr To the good education he received there, he said that he owed all that he was, and all that he hoped to be. In 1867 he returned to America, and was sent by the New York Herald as military cor respondent with the British army in the musical i X -f&bysainnian war.—Appleton’s Journal, ■ 'M: THIS PAGE CONTAINS FLAWS AND OTHER DEFECTS WHICH MAY APPEAR ON THE FILM with care,” and never awoke. She walked about the yard, and finally stop ped into some water, which was too cold for old Morpheus, and he let up. The lady,upon finding herself in such a plight, began to call for admission to the house, and the sound of his daughter’s voice in the middle of the night, out of doors, filled her aged father with such fear as he has not experienced during his even t fnl life. Her midnight escapade and door-yard ramble was attended by no ttrieus consequences.