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m"' v Sing-Song. leBng of the bobolink hid in tho clovor; \ Sing of the summer winds lostout to sea; I ,? v tJBing of blue skies and the clouds that float i( , ^ J over, j..' The old days and gulden that once used to X be. Sing and be glad, clasp hands and sing on Of the days of your youth and the years that % v' are gone. 49ing of the old-fashioned lullabies, Crooned by yoor mother above her firstborn; Never again "will such sweet melodies Greet life's weary pilgrim, beut, gray and forlorn; "There's rest in the region where the roses once grow; There's peace in the thought as it drifts back to you. Sing of the land where the wheat fields are glowing; I Sing of the groen-bannered corn and the breeze; ?31ng of bronzed workers who sing at their v mowing; Sing of the birds and sing of the trees, Sing of lifo's morn and its glorified Mays While your heart travels back over old-fash ioned ways. A song or a sigh may make you touch fingers ! With the youth that is gone, and let you clasp hands "With the maiden long dead, whose memory j, ) lingers ^ Like a perfume blown back from lifo's Af fairy-lands. 'Sing and be glad,clasp hands and sing on Of the days of your youth and the years that are gone. ?IndiaiKipolis Journal. " TWO OF A KIND. ''Bargains, eh?" said Mrs. Pilkington. "Guess I'll have a look at 'em." Of all things, Mrs. Pilkington was least able to resist a bargain. The old Pilkington farm-house at home was, crammed full of "bargains" possible and impossible. The bureau - drawers overflowed with "bargains" which were of no use to anyone; the trunks were packed full of "bargains." And here, on the crowded curb-stones of Grand Street, the swinging pasteboard sign of "Great Bargains Within!" attracted her attention, hurried though she was with the manifold errands which yet remained incomplete. She had a lot of damaged table-linen onder her arm, and some cheap hosiery in her bag, and a dozen towels with misprinted borders in her pocket, and here she was crowding into the Grand Street etore to buy a bhie-spottcd pongee neckerchief for eighteen cents! ' It'll do for Sara Janetta to wa'ar around her neck of a cool evenin','' said Mrs. Pilkington, "and eighteen cents is really very cheap for real pongee." Mrs. Pilkington lived in a little brown' roofed farm house pn the Housatonic River, and her main errand up to town Lad been to buy a "store carpct" for her beat room floor, and to exchange an old sewing-machine fcr something of a newer order. Her cousin, Mrs. Brucc Babbitt, who had spent the summer months at the farm, and made the most possibc trouble for the least possible pay. had also engaged to hunt her up a "help" from the nearest intelligence office, and have the V " ' ~ - - - ; esme on nana wnen tne "live-four train" ,, left the Grand Central Depot that afternoon! And sure enough, when the lady from the country arrived, red and panting, at the depot, with disheveled hair, bent bonnet, and shawl dragged all awry, a modest young girl stood at the door with a card bearing the name of "Mrs. Bruce Babbitt" in her hand. "Is it Mrs. Pilkington?" said she. "You ain't the new sewing-machine, s be you?" said Mrs. Pilkington, rubbing ^her. nose with a puzzled air. "Nor yet the eighteen yards of carpet from Stoneybridge and Bouncers?" "I am Phoebe," said the young woman ?"Phoebe, at nine dollars a month, if I am lucky enough to suit you, ma'am?" She was a pretty, blue-eyed lass, with a fresh complexion, and a neat gown of green and white seer-sucker, and she wore a bonnet of her own trimming, with " a cluster of butter-cups on the side. Mrs. Pilkington looked dubiously at her. She had prepared herself to expect a stout, red-handed drudge, r,: It did not seem possible that this deliir cate little apple-blossom of a girl could p. be a servant-of-all-work! But there, sure enough, were her creS -deutials, and the bell, even then, was clanging for the closing of the gates. "Come on I" said Mrs. Pilkington, and lrt ' ?he rushed through, dragging Phoebe after her. "It's strange, though, that the carpet and the sewing-machine ain't here." "Did you expect carpet and a sewing 26qvi"'-" - machine, ma'am?" Phoebe asked, respect"I bought 'em and paid for 'em," said Mrs. Pilkington, impressively, "and I don't see why they ain't here." "Perhaps they will be sent by express," ' ccggestcd Phccbc. "I declare to goodness, I never thought : *f tbatl" said Mrs. Pilkington. And she skurried through the crowded y.: car to find a seat. It was the dusk of a chilly May evenf.' ' '7 v flng when they reached Blackbird's Hoi.... low, and alighted in the midst of dense pines and sighing tamaracks. ,' \ j <1f Pilkington hain't remembered to n>B? ind meet us, I shall be mad I" said Tu >-' ? Mrs. Pilkington, stretching her neck forward the better to survey the glimmering curves of the road. "And Pilkington is always forgetting! My goodness, gracious me! what's that!" as Phcobc stooped to recover something which sho had inadvertently let fall. "My handkerchief, ma'am I" Mrs. Pilkington made a grasp at it. "Your handkerchief I" she screamed. "Mine, you mean?minx! thief! good-fornothing!?my pongeo handkerchief, that you have stolen right out of my bagl Well, I never!" She shook Plicebe vehemently. Phcebo began to cry in mingled terror and resentment, and just then up drovo tho farm wagon at a gallop. "Hello, mother!" said Ezra Pilking tons cheerful voice. ''I'm afraid I've kept you waiting a bit, but tho linchpin came out of the wheel, and I had to stop at Tony Deephill's to get it fixed. Now, then!" He drove the stout pony close to tho raised platform which extended away from the station. Mrs. Pilkington pushed Phcebo intd the back seat, and followed her with lightning haste. "Not that way!" she cried, grasping at the reins, as Ezra would have headed for the highroad. "Drive straight to Squire Pulteney's. This gal's a thief 1 I'm going to have her arrested beforo she is a day older!" "Eh!" said Ezra, staring from his mother to Phoebe, and then back again. *'She's stole my spotted pongee handkerchief?my handkerchief that I bought a bargain on Grand Street this very morning!" shrieked Mrs. Pilkington. "It's?it's my handkerchief," faltered poor Phccbc, feeling as if she were in a terrible nightmare from which there was no awakening. "A likely story!" clamored the enraged housewife. "I've always heard of tho wiles and tricks of these city minxes, but I never realized it until now. Drive on, Ezra?drive quick! She shall be lodged in the county jail this very night I" "Are you sure you ain't mistaken, | mother?" said kind Ezra, compassionating the look of pallid misery in the young , girl's face. "Mistaken, indeed!" sniffed the old lady. "Drive ou, I say! Don't lose any more time, or Squire Pulteney will have gone home for the night." She herself took possession of the reins and she spoke and chirruped to the horses. "But, mother?" pleaded Ezra. Even as he spoke, however, poor Phoebe, driven wild by vague terror and an instinctive desire to escape, had flung herself from the wagon to the ground. ' 'Stop ? for heaven's sake, mother, stop I" shouted Ezra. "Don't you seo that her dress is caught in the wheelstw The little horse stopped.? He always stopped, on general principles, whenever a suitable opportunity presented itself^ and the very slightest "Whoa!" wonld invariably bring him to a dead standstill. Ezra sprang from the wagon to disentangle the helpless figure in the dust, and Mrs. Pilkington scrambled after with a vague idea that Phoebe might yet get up and try to run away. As she jumped down her satchel fell prone into the road, and bursting open the overstrained latch, disgorged its con- j tents on the dewy grass of the roadside, first and foremost among which was?a spotted pongee handkerchief. "Good Land o'Moses!" piously interjected Mrs. Pilkington, "if there ain't the dratted old pongee handkerchief, artcr all!" And she stared helplessly, first at ita prim and undisturbed folds, and then at Phoebe's handkerchief?exactly the game in color, pattern and iabric. "She ain't a thief, arter all!" said Mrs. Pilkington, her whole nature overflooded by the rising tide of remorse. "Pool child! and I'm afeard she's hurt a-try in1 to run away from nothing at all." Phoebe's ankle was slightly sprained, that was all, and by this time she waa able to smile and answer kindly Mrs. Pilkington's numerous questions and con- . dolences. "Can I ride home? Oh, of course ] can I" said she, in reply to Ezra's interrogations. "My ankle is only the least bit lame." Old Farmer Pilkington was anxiously looking out for them, when, considerably later than he had expected, the wagon drove up and Mrs. Pilkington made haste to explain everything to him. 'And ain't it queer," said she, "that me and Phoebe should both hev bought 1 pongee handkerchiefs just alike on Grand Street? If ever there was bar- ; bains, they bet Half a yard square, real China goods, with a hem?" j "fiddlesticks!" said old Mr. Pilking- ; tor.. "If there's anything I hate, ifc'i i bargain^( Little Phoebe Primrose stayed on at th( < farm. She liked the daisies and red ] clover, the sound of running brooks, tht i smell of the cows' breath. And?Ezri Pilkington liked her. ? Helen Forret\ Grave*. I A windy contributor enters an edito- , rinfroom. "Whe\v,M said he panting, "that long stairwa) makes me blowl" , Editor?"Ah, if that's what makei you blow I'll hare it taken down. I an glad you havo discovered the cause."?. Arbantato Traveller. j MM ' 'V A QUEER SECT. 1 The Faithists of Shalam And What They Believe. A Raligiou1? Colony inNow Mexioo Which Aims to Rooonstruot Sooiety. A rccent letter to the St. Louis OlobeDemocrat, dated Las Cruces, New Mcx a., i-i.- a- * * " sujs; un iuc eastern oanK 01 tne Rio Grande River, nud about six miles from this place is a colony of people whose customs, history and religion are the most peculiar to bo found in this country. They call themselves "Faithists," have a new Bible written by one of themselves; have a new calendar, in which the days, Sabbaths and holidaj'S, are changed, and the months are called signs; cat only two meals a day, while fish and flesh are forever forbidden as an article of food. The "Faithists," as the members of the Shalam colony call themselves, claim to be a religious sect. They discard all fcligions save their own, the essential dogma of which is faith in Jehovih, as he is called in their Bible, and to become a covenant member a person must abjure all other gods, lords or saviors. According to their Bible, Jehovih is the spirit that created all things, is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent, and has his kingdom oil earth, of which the Faithists are the sole members up to date. Dr. J. B. Newbrough, a dentist of New York City, is the originator of this sect. He claims to have been wrestling with the spirit for ten years; he declares that he wrote the new Bible under the influence of the spirit, and he is now the head or chief of Shalam colony which has been established as Jelio vih's kingdom on earth, according to plans laid down in thfc'Faithist Bible. This new bible is called "Oahspe," meaning that it contains all that is worth knowing about light, earth and sky, or the sum of all knowledge; and in it Jeliovih says: "It is not lor the past but for the present era." It was written at New York, in 1881. The book contains 900 pages, and is written in the most ancient style, doubtless to give it a musty smell. It is sold at $5 a volume, and has been circulated quite extensively. The work of establishing Jchovih o I kingdom on earth was first attempted on what is known as the Thompson farm in New Jersey, but that failed iu a month's time, on account of a disagreement with Mr. Thompson in the year 1882. Head- ( quarters were kept up iu New York City, until in December, of 1883, the Faith- . ists began to assemble at Pearl River, Rockland County, New York. In November, 1883, they held a convention in i New York, at wliich a committee was . appointed, to search for Shalain, and in pursuance of this appointment Messrs* . Newbrough and Grill left Pearl River in August, 1884. Shalam was discovered by . these gentlemen in September, 1884, when a deed was made by John D. Bancastle of Dona Ana, N. M., conveying about i 400 acres of level land in the Rio Grande i Valley to Wm. Howlaud, of Boston, Mass., and iu October, 1884, two dele- j gations of Faitliists arrived in Shalam, . one of whom was the veritable Dr.Henry Samuel Tanner, who fasted forty-two days several years ago. , The colony claim that they have begun a new race of people which will finally , people the whole earth. They propose to begin with children, orphans, waifs # and castaways, Indians, Mexicans and r Americans. They have a calendar called Kosman, which calls the months "signs," and in which the days arc numbered 1, ; 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Each seventh day is their Sabbath, and they have religious services in the Temple 6n that day. They have a prayer-meeting on the fourth oight of each week, and they have entertainments and dancing. The Faithists have 1,500 acres of fine ^ land, and are planting vineyard, orchard t and agricultural crops, and each member ^ is reauircd to work as the c-rhiof without any compensation whatever. It e lias recently become known to the members of the colony that the title to all the lands, buildings, etc., is vested in Wil- f liam Howland, of Boston, who has fur- n nished all the money up to this time, ^ about $40,000, and this discovery has led ? to a rupture of no small proportions. t Curiosities of Ltglit. ' ^ * ui9ui>|i uuiiv, ivntiii^ uu tne cunositics of light, says: It seems to be a very ^ commonplace thing to say that the light makes objects visible by reflexion; but c have you ever thought just what this im- n plies? if it were possible to make a perfectly smooth snrface, it would be in- 11 visible. But, as a matter of fact, noth- P ing is perfectly smooth, and it is the little P roughnesses on the surface which break ni up the rays of light, and thus render the ^ object visible to our senses. Wonderful icception are produced by tho uso of [xighly-polished mirrors, with the most startling ana magical cttccts. tJ A Demand for Hands* ^ "Say, Jones, there's no need for you to bo idle. There's ten thousand hands Tt iranted in a store on Chestnut street." "Sakes alive, man; to manufacture 8t what?" "Nothing." n< "Why do they want so many hands?" b< "To wear the glores the firm U offor- st ng for ?alc.?CcUL jn v' V>V i Vt:;V ' - h. * . ' ' - v j . - v. . ^ , Sensations of Hanging. Thcodoro Baker, a New Mexico man who was recently hanged by a mob, but wns rescued and cut down before life waa extinct, gives this nccount of his experience to a newspaper correspondent: "A little further on we came to a telegraph pole. From the crossbar swung a now rope. On one end was a big slip uoose. They led me under the rope. I tried to stoop down and pull my boots off, as I had promised my folks I would not die with my boots on, but before I could do it the noose was thrown over my head, aud I was jerked off my feet. My senses left me a moment, and then I waked up in what seemed to be another j world. As I reooll?ct now, the sensation j was that everything about me had multiplied a great many times. It seemed that my five executioners had grown in number until there where thousands erf them. I saw what seemed to be a multitude of animals of all shapes and sizes. Then things changed and I was in great pain. I became conscious that I was hanging by the neck, and that the knot of the rope had slipped around under my chin. My hands were loosely tied, and I jerked them loose and tried to catch ?the rope above me. Somobmlv by the feet just then and gave me a jerk. It seemed like a bright flash of lightning passed in front of my eyes. It was folfowed by a terrible pain up and down and across my back, and I could feel my legs jerk and draw up. Then there was a blank, and I knew nothing more until 11 o'clock next day. "My first recollection was being in the courtroom, and saying: "Who cut me down?' There was a terrible ringing in my cars, like the beating of gongs. I recognized no one. The pain in my back continued. Moments of unconsciousness followed during several days, and I have very little recollection of the journey here. Even after I had been locked up in this prison for safe keeping for a long time I saw double. Dr. Symington, the prison physician, looked like two persons. I was still troubled with spells of total forgctfillness. Sometimes it seemed I didn't know who I was." Tho Luscions Banana. The banana plant is bulbous. The sprout starts up from the ground and grows somewhat after the manner of the juSai v-unt. vru-uuruny in one year.alter it begins to grow its fruit is ready to cut. Each tree bears one bunch of fruit which jrows at the top. The stalk is really composed of successive layers of leaves, formed by the top leaf coming off and those around it also, which die and dry up arouud the tree, thus making the stalk. There are generally four or five eavfi? always.at the top, new ones springing forth as the old ones die. The leaves ire of a red color. The end of the stalk blossoms in a manner somewhat similar to ;hat of the calla lilly. This blossom i3 nclosed in a pad almost the size of a jocoanut which is composed of a succession of leaves. As the pod expands the caves drop off and under each of the eaves is a "hand" of bananas, or what tve recognize as*oue of the clusters on a junch of bananas. The developing of :hcsc successive "hands" or layers of balanas constitutes the bunch. As these mccessivc layers are developed, the junch increases in w<>i<irlit nnrl Imnrlo ? Q? ?? >ver. "When the bananas are fit to be aken off, the tree is cut partly in two ibout half way down the stalk, and the ;ree bent -over and the fruit gathered, rhe tree is then.bent back again into its egular position. The tree is not comiletely cut off, but is thus bent back nto its former position for the purpose >f preventing the water in the rainy seaion from going down into the roots and lecaying them. After the rainy season \ iprouts begin to shoot up from around he bottom of the old stalk, and then i he latter is cut off close to the butt. These shoots grow into new trees. Some- j imcs there will be four or five shoots, 1 >ufc ordinary only one or two are left to < [row.?Providence Journal. ? j i Whore Papa Comes In. A Boston minister has a bright littlo ( our-year-old daughter whose sayin<ys are i ften worth repeating. One morning at ^ >reakfast he asked across the table, \ 'Edie, whom do you love best?" \ 'Mamma," answered the little one. c 'Whom next?" "Aunt Helen." t Whom next?" "Bridget." And the isappointed father continued his quesions until the young maiden had delared her affection for most of the eighborhood without mentioning any c >ve for her father. Finally the clergy- j lan said: "But, Edie, where does a apa come in?" The little maid c aused a moment, looked up, a ad then replied demurely, "In the 1< :ont door." I h J, An Ignorant Stranger. t] "You are fishing with pcrsistance," f, lid a gentleman to an urchin who had p lr ashed a stream without apparent re- y rard a whole afternoon. a "Oh, no, sir: on'y jest angle-worms,'? n plied the youth, pleasantly. a "I mean you bave a good deal of per* a sverance," explained the other. ci "No, them's suckers; guess ye ain't b over lived in these parts, Lev ye?" The fi oy was not a little disgusted by the g ranger's ignorance.?Binghampton R&- t( ublican. 4 fi , ' -T; o . - * ' '.f " * v.. v > .' * M v J. . V. 1 - TOWERS OF SILENCE. The Parsee Method of Disposing of the Dead. The Bodies Placed on a Grating in tlie Tower and Given up to Vultures. Colonel Floyd-Jones writing from India to the Military Service Journal, gives an interesting description of the "Towers of Silence" near Bombay, and tlie Parsee mode of disposing of the dead. The Parsee is a devoted fire worshipper, and most of the prayers arc offered morning j nnd evening, facing the sun. It is per! haps in consequence of this belief that | he is so careful in preventing the pollution of the other elements, and that after death his body is placed in an open tow| er, usually on some eminence, where it is devoured by vultures. These open sepulchres have been appropriately named the "Towers of 3ilence." In every Parsee dwelling house there is an aperture in the upper or sleeping story, which is usuallv covered llV Jl rrrntinfr- wlion I - o 551 a member of the household dies, his body is placed on a bier and lowered through the aperture to the ground floor, -where it is cared for by a set of priests called Neor-ser-sala, or death men, who prepare the body and clothe it entirely in white. Before the body is removed from the house, however, the forehead is smeared with a species of clarified butter, or "ghee," and the dog of the house is admitted. Should the animal lick the butter, it regarded as a good omen of the departed's future happiness, but its refusal would signify perdition. The death men have no coutact with the world at large, and on no account are they admitted to the house, as their presence would pollute it. Hence it is that the body is lowered to them, in order to make their eutrance unnecessary. A procession is then formed, the friends of the dead following the priests to the Towers of Silence, on Malabar hill. Arriving at the entrance of the grounds, the body is taken in charge by another set of priests, with long beards, who carry it A ~ -l-! - * * * ? ' iu wiucucvcr 01 tue nve towers may bo selected by the lasi set of priests. The body is taken through an aperture in the wall of the tower and deposited, on a grating. There arc three sets of these, one for men, signifying good deeds, one for women, representing good words, and one for children, indicating good thoughts. The clothing is then removed and torn into pieccs, after which it is is thrown into another tower and the bodies exposed to the vultures. In a few minutes the birds have stripped all the flesh from the bones. Everything about the grounds is kept as neat as possible. and flowers grow in pretty gardens near the entrance. It is very curious th it a religion which otherwise contains much that'is elevating should countenance amode of burial at once so unnatural and repulsive. i Entertaining tho Governor. Governor Pierce and the other territorial officers arc making a trip in southern Dakota. Yesterday morning they were in Watqrtown. They are staying at the leading hotel when a citizen of that -nlnon I _ x called to see the Governor. lie was shown in and said: "Governor, I see you are making a visit to this part of the territory." "Yes, sir." "I s'pose you're having a pretty good time." "Yes, I have enjoyed mysolf so far." "I calculate they try to entertain you j at all the different cities you visit. ^ "Oh, yes, each place has made it very pleasant for us." , "Of course, and Watertown ain't going ^ to be outdone.'* "I suppose not, it is a very enterprising ^ town." ^ "You bet it is, Governor. And I'm j joing to do my share, too. Now, I'll "oil VA11 illTf ? ^ ? * ' * "* ^ wvtt j vu uij ov/ii^uiu | i vu gut & norse nea ~f lown at the door that's deceived lots of rood judges on his age and to make it r interesting for you and seen's your th? *uest of the city, I'll bet you $2 that yon snn't tell how old he is the first time you ook in his mouth! Here's my money, ve'll put it up with the auditor, I know ] lim. Come on down, Governor, and j )lamed if I don't hold old Jack's mouth r >pnn for you whilo you look at his t eetli!"?Estdline (Dak.) Bell. 1 " c Fishing: With Dynamite. :g A correspondent writing from Key ^ Vest, Fla., tells of a fishing excursion lown there with dynamite. "The ob- ^ ective point was found to be a hole Q bout twenty-five feet deep, where fish ^ ongregato in large numbers. Arriving t the .vpot, a cartridge about six inches ang, charged with dynamite, to which ad been attached a heavy piece of iron J i order to make it go to the bottom, was brown iu the water. A suspense of a ^ 3w seconds ensued, and then a faint re- ^ ort, like the discharge of a small pistol ras heard; the water became agitated nd was raised about two feet, and imlediatcly tlicrealter, within a radius of bout sixty feet, the fish wero strewn in 11 directions. A scene of the wildest exitement followed. Scoop nets wero rouglit into speedy use, and over 1,000 ^ sh of different varieties, from the largo ray snapper) over three feet in length, ^ > the small but succulent sailor's choice, ere secured. . . .. ' ' ' Now, love mo nowf Lovohas such a l!ttlo minute, i Day crowds on day with swift and uoiso- ] less tread, life's endoomesore fairly wo begin it, Pain jostles joy, and hopo gives place tot dread. Love me now! It will bo too lato when wo aro dead! Lovomenowl While wo still aro young', together, Whilo glad and bravo tlio sun shines ovor- . head Hand locked in hand, in bluo, smiling j weather, Sighiug were sin, and variance ill bestead, i It will bo too lato when you are dead I Lovo me now! Shadows hover in the distance; Cold winds are coming; green loaves musi' turn red, Frowuest thou, my Love, at this sad insistence? Even this moment may the dart be sped! Lovo me now! It will bo too late when I am dead! ?SusanCoolidge* HUMOROUS. All played out?Open-air concerts. How to make both ends meet?don't buy any bone. The girl with the sweet tooth becomes the woman with the false one. Bulldogs are an ncceptcd type of courage, but we havo known the lowly", and despised kitten come up to the scratch. It may be supposed that the man who has been sent to House of Correction twenty-three times, is not ashamed of his1 convictions. Uncle George?And so you go to Bcnool now, Johnny? What part of the exercises do you like best? Johnny? The exercise we get at reccs3. "The Boston base ball club has four pitchers." If it patronizes a corresponding number of tumblers, we predict that it will not wia the championship. But perhaps the pitchers are not often fulL. "Are you trying to think of something funny, my dear?" asked the paragrapher's wife. "I am," he said, as he hove a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his long hair. "Then suppose you think that you arc going to buy me a new bonnet, my dear; that will be something funny for you to do." THE WILT MAIDEN. No lover at all had the maiden gay, She wore no engagement ring, Butshe bought a fiddle and learnod to play, And thus had a bow on the string. "Oue-Stare" Barrels. Flour handlers and others who use barrels are interested in a "one-stave" barrel, manufactured near Detroit. While the size and shape of this barrel are the same as the ordinary kind, the body of the barrel consists of a single sheet of timber held by hoops. The timber used is elm, which is cheap and abundant. Canada is the main base of supplies. The logs will be rafted over during the Beason of navigation, and brought by rail in winter time. The logs are taken from the boom or yard into the sawmill and cut into two-barrel lengths. Thence they go into a steam chest, where they remain until thoroughly steamed. In this condition the log is converted into thin sheets, or veneering, used in the body of the barrel. By a special process a two-foot log becomes rolls of wooden sheeting in a minute's time. There remains upon the mandrel an eight-inch core, which is utilized in making barrel heads. These sheets go next to a sanding machine, by whieh both sides are made perfectly smooth. After passing through a cutting and grooving machine they are so cut by a goring machine as to idapt them to tho shape of a barrel. rhence they go to a drying-house. From ;hc dry-house they go to the sizing saws, wbere they are cut tho desired length, when they are ready for the cooper shop >r for shipment. They are shipped in ^undies and in the "knock-down" to be put up at their point of destination, rhree thousand of them can be stored ind forwarded in an ordinary box car. The headings arc shipped in barrels.? Boston Budget. Tobacco and the Eyes. The New York Mail and Express says; )r. Cvnis Edson's nnininn fhat ' _ ^ vu?*w Wl<t? iCUCUl >oisoning of the crew of the bark 8yinga, and the accomponyiny ophthalmia, vere due to the excessive use of tobacco, las renewed the fervor of the anti-tobaoonists. For years it has been known to urgeons that abuse of tobacco may lead o failure of sight, and this fact has been nade use of by the anti-tobacconists. Phe Brititih Medical Journal a few yean go published a widely quoted article on his point, in which it said: "In the report of forty cases of tobaoo amplyopia by Mr. Shears, of Liver* >ool, it appears that athrophy of the opic nerves is very rarely met with as th? csult of excessive smoking, although to* acco is the essential agent in producing ailure of sight. Great moderation in rooking and especially the employment f forms of tobacco, is all that is necea*ry to insure recovery. Workmen in ibacco factories do not appear to be jbjcct to deterioration of eyesight. In no large manufactory where 12,000 men ad women are employed, Mr. Sears hai )und that not a single person on the remises suffered from failure of eyesight* . [though many of the hands had boon orking thore for ten y6avs," ' 'AMjsfi - . ; ; ''Jf