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THE ALAMANCE GLEANER" VOL. I. POETRY. MOUNT TABOR. BY JOHN HAY. On Tabor's height a glory came, And, shrined in clouds of lambent flame, The awe-struck, hushed disciples saw Christ and the prophets of the laW; Moses, whose grand aad awful face- Of Sinai's thunder bore the trace, • And wise Klias, in his eyes The shade of Israel's prophecies. Stood in that vast mysterious Than Syrian moons more purely bright. One on each hand—and high between Shone forth the God-Jike Nazarene. They bowed their heads .in holy fright, Ko mortal eyee could bear the sight, And when they looked again, behold! The fiery clouds had backward rolled, And borne aloft, in grandeur lonely, Nothing was left "save Jesus only," Resplendent type of things to be! We read its mystery to-day With clearer eyes than even they, The fisher saints of Galilee. We see the Christ stand oat between The ancient law and faith serene, Spirit and letter—bnt above * Spirit and letter both was Love: Led by the hand of Jacob's God Through wastes of old a path was trod . By which the savage world could move Upward through law and faith to love. And there in Tabor's harmless flame The crowning revelation came. The old world knelt in homage due. The prophets near in reverence drew, Law oeased its mission to fulfil / ' And love was lord on Tabor hill. So now, while creeds perplex the mind And wranglings load the weary wind, When all the air is filled wffh words And texts that ring like clashing swords, Still, as for refuge, we may ttirn Where Tabor's shrining glories burn— The soul of antique Israel gone— - And nothing left but Christ alone. —Scribner. MISCELLANY. A Case of Absent-mindedness. Gustavo Blanche was poor, a? liter ary geniuses generally are. He sub mitted to his poverty half through a stocial disinterestedness and half 4 through a carelessness which oame from * his temperament, treating questions of interest with the disdain of a poet and the simplicity of a child. The editor of the "Revue des Deux Mondes" tried to clothe and feed him without alarming his pride, but with indifferent success. On several occasions he en tered into conspiracy with the hirer of * Planche's lodgings to steal the critic's worn-out clothes and replace them with new, made after the pattern and color ¥ of the old. Planche being absent minded, did not remark the substitu tion. This absent-mindedness was one of his most striking traits. One day some one remarked a black stain on his trousers, and spoke to him of it, adding that it was the more conspicuous being on gray. ' 'What gray ?" asked Planche. "My breeches are brown." "What, do you call that brown?" The oritic looked down at the article in question, and saw that it was indubitably gray. "Yet I would have sworn that it was brown," said the wearer. He evidently thought of a garment he had worn in time past. In his wanderings he sometimes did not return to his lodgings for two or three days at a time, when the landlord took advantage of these absences to rent his room for a night or two. Two or three times Planche returned unex pectedly, when the landlord persuaded him that he occupied another room than his own. At first Planche, on these occasions, thought there was some mistake, but when the man of the house repeated with an air of oonvic tion that the room into which he was ushered belonged to him, and pointed 'to his books and papers for which he had a quick memory, he allowed himself to be persuaded. ' Through love of isolation or the fear of being assisted, he kept his address secret. for a long time even the editor of his magazine,M. Buloz, did not know it, and only discovered it by accident. He saw him in a little hat shop having his reddish brown hat, in extremis, put under the iron, and drew near ana over heard the address. It is hardly neces sary to say that a new hat found its way to his lodgings, and that he did not note the difference between it and the old one.— The Galaxy for February. A Famous Pafnter at V»rk, A.Paris corespondent of The Aca demy writes an entertaining letter con cerning Charles Dnrand and his man ner of painting. When sketching for * his piotnre of "Dew," which represented a nnde figure of a yonng girl standing in a meadow, he had a. cage bnilt en tirely of glass, abont thirteen feet square, in the park under the trees, in which his model conld undress without fear of catching cold, while he oould see the human flesh in full light and in its exact relations of color with the leaves of the trees, the verdure of the grass-plots, and the flowers of the borders. The correspondent describes Durand eg "an agreeable man with a fine tenor voice. He stops short in the midst of his work as soon as he feels tired, takes a guitar, and hums Spanish airs, accompanying himself in a style that would bring to the balcony alh the pretty girls in Qranada or Seville. Professor Hind, the astronomer, suggests in Nature for Deoember 27, the chance of seeing , Encke's comet with the large telesoopiM in English observatories. Its least distanoe from the sun will be attained at midnight on the 11th of April next. '"y" ' 15 51 le 7, ' . * % 1 GRAHAM, ALAMANCE COUNTY, NORTH CAROLINA, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 9. 1875. THE ROUND WOOD GHOST. iAt last I had an • habitation of my own, an imposing red-brick structure, roomy enough to furnish homes for a full score of demure little mortals like myself. "Yon Will lose yourself in this great barn of a house, Madelon," said Aunt Jerusha, who had accompanied me to Hound wood -to he the ruling divinity of the menage. "It would not be much of a lose to the world in general if I should." "Humph ! I have no predilections for mistletoe boughs and old oak chests. I want no such skeletons rising up to murder my rest" "Trouble comes fast enough without borrowing it." ' "At any rate, I've spoken my mind, and not without reason. It is donbtful if you have heard all that 1 have con cerning your new possessions." , " Aunt Jerusha looked so solemn that I quickly asked : "What have you heard ?" i has a ghost. Ton needn't laugh—it may prove to be no laughing matter. I got the story from the servants, Not a soul of them buto is convinced the house is haunted." ; "Tell jpe what they say." '"lt is really quite dreadful, Madelon. They declare that Madam Belgrave can't quietly in her grave, but' comes back to her old room night after night,and walks the floor until morning." "Has anybody seen her ?" "No ; but all of them have heard her pacing up and down the apartment." "Humph. The ghost must belaid. I don't like the idea of being disturbed at all hours of the night by any such unbanny people." "Nor I," dryly. "But who will do it ?" "I will," was my answer, as I oaught a sunbonnet from the wall, and darted out into, the garden to escape Aunt Jernsha's solemn visage while I rumi nated upon the ways and means. However, the prim, old fashioned garden, with its quaint angular walks, and funny little beds, from whioh the flowers lifted bright and smiling faces, as if in weloome, soon drove all thoughts of the ghost ~from my head. I wandered up and down the box bordered paths, peeping into grape arbors, and summer-nousee, inhaling the balsamio odors in the air, and hugging to myself the delicious sense of posession until I grew quite jubilant. Of all my pleasures, that of proprietor ship was the keenest just then. And why, indeed, shouldn't a nice brick house, with available grounds be a "joy ever. _ I had reached the lower portion of the grounds, and was looking around upon my domain with quite the air of une grande princesae, when my gaze suddenly encountered a free and,eaay figure leaning over a wicket in the hedge-row. Starting at the vision, I rubbed my eyes, looked a second .time, and exolaimed, involuntarily : "Law rence Belgrave 1" The figure lifted its hat and smiled a cheerful good morning. "I am no spirit, Miss Lane. Do, pray, try to look a trifle less startled and dismayed." My emotion was quite pardonable— and for his reason ; to this man I stood in the light of a usurper—\ had cheated him out of his inheritance. He had been nearer related to Madame Belgrave —in fact, a sort of protege of hers, whom she brought up with the under standing that he was to inherit her coupon bonds and bank stook some day. But, twelve months prior to this time, there had been a violent quarrel between the old lady and Lawrence, he had left Roundwood in high dudgeon, and, to retaliate, Madame Belgrave had made -a will, leaving all h6r property to me. The quarrel was never made up, and madame died very suddenly in a fit, which found her incapable of expressing any last wishes she might have had, so the will in my favor was the one pro duced at the funeral, and I found my self suddenly transformed from a coun try schoolma'am with one decent silk and two merinos, to a very rich woman with the means to supply her wardrobe indefinitely. - So you will oomprehend that if I felt somewhat dismayed on seeing that vision at the gate, I had abundant canse for it However, I mustered up courage, and went and shook hands with him quite cordially. "Ton did give me quite a start, Mr. Belgrave, and I might as well plead guilty to it" •'I am sorry." Then he stood looking at me curiously a moment "i suppose that I ought to congratulate yon, Miss Lane, on your recent good fortune. Shall I ?" "H you can do so sincerely—not otherwise." *" He laughed. "Then 111 keep my breath for other purposes." • "Shall you ever forgive me for having supplanted you ?" "1 don't know, my 'great expecta tions' have turned ont nearly as delu sive as those of poor Pip. 1 ought to hateyou.Miss Lane,but I don't—quite." "Thanks for, the margin that saves me from utter condemnation." "I can't help thinking," he went on, reflectively, "that Madame Belgrave meant to restore me to favor Anally, and that -only apportunity was lacking Proud and obstinate M she was, I'm sure riie loved me." "And so, on the strength of that •pinion—which may or may not be oorrect—you expect me to abdicate in your fayor V. "I did not say so." Again his eyes swept my face curiously. "Is it in your heart to be so generous V I shook my head. "Remember, I'vfe tasted the cup of poverty—and it is bitter to my palate. It seems delightful to be rid of the toil and anxiety attendant on earning one's own living ; I don't think I could take up the oldjbijrden again." "1 knewyou would likelotos-eatinpr." - "Who doesn't, fo* that matter ? Be sides it hasall the zeal of a new sensa tion just now. I may tire of it—but that seems impossible." "Not to me." ."T— --"Appropos of this inheritance of mine, I'll tell you what I am willing to do, Mr. Belgrave. I'll share it with you." He opened wide his eyes, as if sus picious his ears had played him false.- "Are you serious ?" "I never was more so." Ah ! conscience has begun to prick you already." "Not a bit of it." There was a slight pause, and then he said, with an amused smile : "And so you are anxious Roundwood should have a master as well as a mistress f" "You know I do not mean that," I returned, blushing and speaking quite angrily. "This inheritance more than meets my Insurious notions —yon have a sort of claim upon it—l am quite will ing to make over the half to you. In deed, an idea of that sort has been in my head all along " "This is Quixotic." "No, it is making two people happy and comfortable instead of one." j "But I refuse to be made happy and oomfortableat your expense. If Madame Belgrave had wished me to share her property, she would have left some (document expressing the desire." \ "Perhaps there is a will that has not come toTi-gJit," said 1, -aughingly. \ He gave a quick staat. and changed oplor. __-vl \ "I can't help thinkingno, but is a de lusive hope, I fear." VYou are entirely too u\xions to con sign me to obscurity ancLschool keep ing again." "«0, you should nevet go back to that drudgery, if— He stopped suddenly, hesitated a moment, then held out his hand. "Really, I feel like an intruder here, Miss Lane. I'd better say good morning and leave you, before I am betrayed into an} further folly." \He turned abruptly away. "Did you kpow there was a ghost of Roundwood ?" I trailed after him. 4, N0," looking baok. •"They say Madame Belgrave—a sure indication that she is displeased with something—probably the unjust dis position she made of her wealth." An expression I utter failed to com prehend floated over his expressive face. "You have no oocasion to be troubled on that score," he answered, and went bis way. . I watched him nntil the windings of the road hid his tall, stalwart figure entirely from view, and then returned to the house in a reflective mood. "Aunt Jerusha," said I, abruptly, "I am going to sleep in the haunted room to night." She stared at me utterly aghast.„ "You foolish ohild, you would never dare—•" * * "Have the toom thoroughly aired and made oomfortable," I interrupted, in the brusque, deoided tone of one who does not wish to enter into any argument. "I shall occupy the apart ment to-night, so the least said about the matter the better." Oocnpy it I did—at least for a season —taking up the line of, march about eleven o'clock. Aunt Jerusha followed me to the door and there said good-by, with a face as solemn and a tone as lugubrious as though I were aboht to be hnng. "Scream if yon are frightened, Madelon, and we will all hasten to your assistance. I hope you won't be a raving maniac in the morning. I've heard of such things." "I'd rather be crazy than a fool," was my impatient rejoinder. Madame Belgrave's room—as we called it—was a large chamber on the seoohd floor. The furniture was quaint and old fashioned, of some dark foreign wood, with immense carved feet that looked very odd and ridiculous to my new fashioned ayes. Thegwalls were of oak, thiokly paneled, and over the carved chimney pieoe was a raised figure —typical Heaven only knows of what— with a diminutive shield extended in : one hand. I had barely glanced round at my quarters when something flitted past my bead with a whizzing sound, and lighted in the middle of the shield. A quick, half frightened glanoe at the ob lect in question brought a smile to my ips. It was a bat. Now I had always a great antipathy to these vampire like creatures ; so catching up the poker from the fender 1 , I aimed a deadly blow at the intruder. The bat escaped unhurt through the open window, being too quiok for me ; but the poker deseended with considera ble force on the spot where he should have been. The same instant I heard a sharp, clicking noise, and the shield slid away, revealing to my astonished gaze a small chamber constructed in the massive chimney. In this novel hiding place lay a pile of papers. Trembling a good deal, I caught up the topmost one and hastily examined it by the aid of the flickering candle. Instantly I knew that my startled conjecture was a shrewd one, and that I now held in my hand Madame Belgrave's true and last will and testa ment, and Lawrence Belgrade, not I, was the rightful owner of Bound wood ! It was scarcely a pleasant d iscovery to make. Thoroughly bewildered, I dropped into one of the quaint easy chairs, trying hard to command my wandering senses sufficiently to realize it in all its bearings. My candle sputtered and went out, presently, but I still sat there quite oblivious to the fact, thinking only of my loneliness and the treadmill of poverty to which I must return. At last I was aroused by a rustling sound, and a muffled step on the baloony without. With a sudden thrill of horror I beheld a dark figure I rise up before the window, and slide j noiselessly over the sill. The next in- ! Btant a dark lantern flashed its light i over the room. I started to my feet with | a shriek of uncontrollable terror ; in an attempt to rush to the door, my limbs i failed utterly, and I crouched pale and j panting against the wall. "Miss Lane I you here I" said a voice; j and the man put down the lantern and j came toward me. "I beg a thousand 1 pardons for giving you such a start." i It was Lawrence. I rose up again, thoroughly ashamed of myself for having manifested such extreme terror. "My emotion was exonsable," said I with all the old sanoiness, for I had grown bold as a lion again, now there was no real horror to oonfront. '"I did not expect to see you at Roundwood to night—hence my surprise," "The fact is, he replied, manifest ing considerable confusion, i'l have come here every night for two weeks back, hnnting for Madame Belgrave's will. Lawyer Green has told me she destroyed it afterward as it has not come to light. I hold to a different | opinion. The will was in my favor as : yon must readily guess, and I believe 1 it is hidden in some place which 1 Madame was prevented from disolosing by thd awful suddenness of her death." "Then you were the ghost ?" I gasped. "I suppose I must have been. "Well, it is laid forever. Yon have no farther need to haunt this apartment. Here is the missing document for whioh yon have been searching ; to-morrow I will abdicate as graoefully as possible, and Riohard shall have his own again. And while he stood staring at me, as if quite dumbfounded, I pushed the ; will into his hand, and made a second effort to gain the door. This time it was Lawrence who de tained me foreibly. "Don't go, Madelon," he whispered, his arm gathering me olose to his side. "Now I can speak my mind freely. I'll not be master here unless you oonsent to be mistress, for I love you too dearly. What say you ?" I will not repeat my answer. But if aunt Jerußha had hurried to my rescue —as she declaied she would do—a few minutes after I first shrieked for assistance, she would have beheld a tablean that might have given quite a shook to her strict ideas of propriety. Weeping After Kissing. Mr. Punch has derived great amusement lately reading the commentaries of sages of the English presS on the following pas sage;-* ''And Jacob kitted Rachel, and lifted up hit hefld and wept. Gen. xxix, 11. The following are the different explana tions : "If Rachel was a good looking girl, and kept her face clean, we cannot see what Jacob cried for."— Daily Telegraph. "How do you know but Rachel slapped his face for kissing her, and he cried in con sequence."—Ladiet' Treatury. "Weeping is frequently caused by excess of pleasure, jey and over-happiness ; per haps it was BO in the case of Jacob."— Uard wick'i Science Oottip. "The reason why Jacob wept was Rachel's refusing to let him kiss her the second time." —Noncottfortnitk \ s > "We are of the opinion that Jacob wept beetle he hbd not kissed Rachel before, and £e wept because the time was lost."— City PreM. j "The yoong qtan wept because the damsel kissed hhn jf—iPall Mall Oatetle. • Jacob wepf- because Rachel encouraged him to kiss het twice DOU, and he WM afraid to do it."— Methodist Recorder. "Jacob wept beoausV.&aehel threatened to tell her ma."— Sunday date lit. "He wept because there was bat one Rachel for him to kiss."— Clarkenteell Newt. "He wept for joy; it was delicious."—r Jeurith Chronicle. ""v "We believe that Jacob wept because Rachel had been eating onions."— Briiith Standard. 4, We believe that Jacob wept because he found that kissing was pot half so good as it was said to be."— New Zealand Examiner. "A mistake—it was opt his eyes but his mouth that watered."— Ladiet' Chronicle. "He was a fool, and wept because h«> did not know what was good for him."— Englith Woman't Advuer. "He wept because it was not time (o kiss her again."— Ezprett. "Peace, all of you ! Is there anything be neath the starry firmament or the golden orb of day, in nature, or in art, equal to the first kiss in sweetness and entrancing falicity ? Our word for it there is not; and as Jacob had never kissed a pretty girl be fore, his first enjoyment of the most delight ful pleasure of life fairly overoame him, and he wept for joy and blissful happiness."— Jlortey Hornet. . A Boaasee af Wlsweaots. In St, Paul they tell the story of Maggie Flynn. She loved and was loved by a worthy young man, who hoped soon to make ner lus bride, but slander's envenomed tongue poisoned her reputation and caused her lover to cancel their engagement.- She, suffer ing unjustly from the cruel blow, lost her reason, and would have been car ried an incurable patient to the insane asylum had hot toe employers of her quondam lover investigated the stories affecting her character and ascertained Itheir utter groundlessness. He was traveling, but they ordered him home, told him the good news, and sent him to claim Maggie before she should be sent to the mad-house. She was with the Sheriff, who was about to convey her to her destination, when the young man came into her presence. At sight of him, the clouds that lowered on ner intellect broke away, and—bridal-veils —not straight-jackets are in order. Russian Romance. Russia has not, it appears, escaped the epidemic of soandal in high life, which seems latterly to have been making a tour of the world. A gTfeat trial has just been bronght to a close at St. Petersburg which throws muoh new light upon Russian charaoter and society* Even in these days of en lightenment.it is astonishing how little is known of Russia, its social customs and events, beyond the frontiers of the Oxar's territory. The trial of the Ab bess Mitrofania, reveals, especially, a degree .of religions fanatioism hardly suspected. Her oonviotion for a series of forgeries which, for their long duration and impunity and vast extent, can scarcely find a parallel in the records of criminal audacity, has been attended by the unfolding of a tale as startling and sen sational as it is unprecedented. The Abbess, it seems, is a lady of patrioian blood. The daughter of Baron Rosen, formerly Cominander-in-Chief in the Oauoasris, her first appearance in pub lio was as a lady of honor to the Em press of Russia. Impressed, probably, with the Czarina's own religious zeal, Baroness Rosen soon resolved to devote her life to the servioe of the Church. Brilliant, flail of energy, enthusiastic to fanatioism, she attracted the atten tion of the venerable and beloved Phil arete, Patriarch of Moscow. He in duced her to bcoome the abbess of a convent; aad soon after she herself, using her influence at the Imperial Gonrt, founded a new order of Sisters of Mercy at) Moscow, with branohes at St. Petersburg and Pokoff, Into this project she'entered with a vigor and persistenoyjwhioh were amazing. Her great need was money; to procure this she employed methods at first cunning, then criminal. An espeoial favorite at Court, she procured offices and titles for rich and'ambitious merchants, who in return contributed liberally to her order. Soipetimes she borrowed large sums and j refused to return them. Sometimes she cajoled merchants to lend her tfceir names on blank promis sory notes, which she filled up at wilL i She employed such crafty artifices and ! carried them out with snoh consum j mate skill as to stamp her as a woman of remarkable intellect and resolution. But a timeoame when artifice could no longer avail her, woen she had ex hausted her oredit with the merohants, and her sohemes to secure funds by mere stratagem. In her fanatical Ceal the Abbess was drawn into the domain of crime. Hospitals, almshouses, con vents, retreats had risen rapidly under her direction ; still she could not rest satisfied. Her flint criminal act was to forge the name of a rich lumber mer chant to bills reaching the sum of 22, 000 rubles. Then she pitched upon a wretched lady who, owing to her disso lute habits, had been placed under trustees by her wealthy husband, in sinuated herself into her confidence, reoeived her in the convent, aad 'ex-' tracted from her not only large sums, but signatures to blank promissory notes. Thus the husband soon found bills in circulation against him, signed by his wife, to the amount- of 270,000 rubles. The Abbess Mitrofania be came emboldened by success. Her sohemes took a more audacious turn than ever. A rich old Skoptsi mer chant had been thrown into prison at Mosoow, where be died. In no long time t flood of bills purporting to have been signed by him appeared in circu lates. They were drawn in favor of j the irrepressible Abbess. She stated that the old merchant had given them { to her as a payment for her efforts to Erocure his release from prison. His efcr* resisted the bill and declared I then forgeries. The developments whith succeeded brought the Abbess under suspicion, whioh speedily took the form of an arrest, indictment and trial 'pie Abbess oonduoted her own oase with spaaing skill and nerve. She examined the witnesses, and proved herself a perfect mistress of the minu -1 test details. But notwithstanding this her friendship and influenoe with the I Czarina and her suooess in packing the jury with religious aealots, she was | brought in guilty on 4very count. She was sentenoed to an qkile of three years at Yerisei, and to confinement in Sibe- L ria for eleven years thereafter. It ; would be hsrd to find so strange a | story in the criminal reoords of" any tonntay. It indicates, however, that j Russian justice, onoe aroused to self-as t sertion, is inexorable, and bean as j heavily on the patrioian as on the ' peasant; and not that not even • 1 cherished familiar of the Palaoe ( and one E' rotested by thus priesthood,' can vio tte the Imperial laws with impunity. Depth ot Qalet I'eople. Borne men draw upon you like the Alps. They impress you vaguely at first, just as do the hundred faces you meet in your daily walks. They oome across your horizon like floating clouds and yet you have to watch a while be fore'you see that they are mountains. Borne men remind you of quiet lake*, places such as you have often hap pened upon, where the green turf and the field flower hang over you and are refleoted out of the water all day long. Some day you carelessly drop a line into the clear depths, close by the side of the daisies ana daffodils, and it goes down, down, down. You lean over and sound deeper, but your line doesn't bring up. What a deep spot that is ! Ton think, and you try another. The refleoted daisies seem to smile at you our of the water, the turf looks as green as ever. You never thought of it, bntyour quiet lake is unfathomable. You are none the less impressed from these facta that it is a quiet lake.— William Quarttrly. VARIETIES. The art of printing in oil colon vu invented 1410. They have discovered, two more Venuses in Borne, " The place for proof-readers: the house of correction. What animals are always seen at a funeral ? Black kidt. When is a literary work like smoke ? When it rises in volumes. The sohool-ma'am may not be a mind reader, bat she makes readers mind. The area of the British Empire ap proximates to 7,709,500 square In Paris 671 women get their living by serving as models for painters sculptors. Somebody says that King Koffee is a wreck. Somebody says that all kings are rex. Why am de pen dat Sir Walter Soott wrote wid like a riber in Maine ? Cause it am the Pen-ob-scot. A tariff union of the islands of the Pacific, at the head of whioh Will be Australia and New Zealand, is proposed by the latter colonies. A recent traveler has discovered the ladies in the north of China bang their hair, and considering the habits of the people have probably done so for the last thousand years. Two thousand dollars in gold were lately paid in London for a cup of oof fee. "The cup of coffee" was made by Mad rage—on his easel. It was a won derful specimen of the painter's art. It was a woman—Elizebeth, oountess of Thanet—who first petitioned the Irish government for a penny-post. \ This was 171 years ago. Subsequently for that valuable hint she was awarded a pension of £3OO per annum. Miss Braddon looks like the prineipal of a girl's school or a spinister aunt. She is tall and rather angular, past forty, wears her dark and nay-streaked hair cnt short, and has,hoarse lines about the mouth and a deep furrow be tween the eyes. A rupture has oocurred between the first and seoond kings of Biam, father and son. The latter took refuge in the British Consulate at Bangkok, and dis banded his forces. A British gunboat has left Singapore for Bangkok to pro tect the Britisn subjects. Applause in an Italian theatre is not always a sure sign of success. Then Was a cane recently of a composer being called before the enrtain twenty-four times on the first performance of hi* opera. The theatre was oloeed the next night fo*, lack of patronage. Electricity is now annonnoed to be an effectual cure for toothache. One Dr.'Bouchard, of Paris, states that even when the tooth is greatly decayed a perfect cure is frequently obtained, and temporary relief is almost invariable. Sometimes the application is oontinued half an honr, although fifteen minutes is usually sufficient. All who handle money must occasion ally get a hold of counterfeit bills, for the Note Printing Bureau at Washing ton makes the startling admission that seven out of the nine denominations of the national bank notes have been coun terfeited. Nor is this Jthe wont yet. It is further asserted that the makers of Bpurious notes are getting more ex pert every year. i ■ * It has puzzled many people to decide why the dark wood so highly rained for furniture should be oalled rosewood. Its oolor certainly does not look like a roes, so we must look for some other reason. Upon asking, we are told that when the tree is first out the fresh wood possesses s very strong, rose-like fra grance, hence the name. There are half a dozen or more kinds of rosewood trees. The varieties are found in South America and the East Indies and neigh boring islands. Sometimes the trees grow so large that planks four feet broad and ton in length can be out from one of them. These board planks are principally used to make the tops of pianofortes. When growing in the forest, the rosewood tree is remarkable for lis beauty, but such is its value fa manufactures as an ornamental wood that Some of the forests where it ones grew sbundantly now have scarcely a single specimen. In Madras,'the Gov ernment has prudently had great \piaa tatioßß of thia tree set out in order to keep up the supply. Will aloohol freeze ?ia the laat oo nundrnm. II is stated, man example of intense oold, that, in Montana, on the night of Jan. 18, the mercury in tha thermometers all froae, small quanti ties of mereorj in vials beoame . con gealed, and proof whiskey plaoed oat of doors froze solid in luuf an hour. This last item elicits an arorsaaion of incredulity. The proof wniakey that froze in half an hour ia regarded by a oontemporary aa beyond belief. ™ freezing of the mercury happena at 80 or 40® below zero, bat abeolnte aloohol, it ia declared, haa never been frozen, though Prof. Farrady found it looked a little tnrbid when subjected to a temperature (artificial) of I#P below zero. High winee oontain 75 per oent. of aloohol. . Proof spiriti of OoTerament standard are plaoed at 00 per oent aloohol. The aloohol this Montana whiskey contained would have separated from tne water in the pro cess of freezing like the "oore" in a frozen barrel of eider. If it actually froze solid, it was a harmless whiskey. In the severest cold of the Artie explo rations proof spirit never froae. The probable explanation of the Montana phenomenon is that the apirita Were aet outside in an open Teasel, when the whiskey evaporated rapidly and left the oomponent water froaen. J\ ' I NO. 1.
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