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THE ALAMANCE GLEANER. VOL. I. THE GLEANER. PUBLISUKD WEEKLY BY PARKER & JOHNSON, Graham, N. C. RATES OF SUBSCRIPTION, Postage Paid: One Year.... f2 00 Six Months 1 (JO Clnbs! Clubs!! Eor 6 copies to one P. 0. 1 year.......,' $lO 00 " 6 " " " 6 months 550 " lo «- « « •' 1 year i 15 00 " 10 " " " " v ' 6 mouths 800 " 20 " " " " 1 year 28 00 " 20 " « " "6 months 15 00 No departure frqm the cath system. RATES OF ADVERTISING: cv' ■ . I Transient advertisements payable in advance; yearly advertisements quarterly in advance. 1 mo. H mo, 3mo | 6 mo. 12 mo. 1 square $2 25 $360 $4 50 $7 20 $ lO*o 2 " 3GO 540 720 15 80 16 20 3" 640 720 900 16$0 22 60 4 " 630 900 10 80 18 00 27 00 5 " 720 13 50 16 20 22 50 M4O % column 10 20 16 20 18 00 27 00 45 00 U " 13 50 18 00 27 00 45 00 72 00 * 1 " -18 00 3150 46.0' -72 00 126 00 Transient advertisements $1 per square for the first, and 50 cents for each subsequent insertion. Advertisements not specified as to time, published until ordered out, and charged accordingly. All advertisements considered due from first inser tion. One inch to constitute a square. POKTBY. A HOBSIINU BONO. I wake this morn, and all my life la freshly mine to live; • The future with sweet promise rife, And crowns of joy to give. New words to speak, new thoughts to hear, New love to give and take; Perchanoe new burdens I may bear, For love's own sweetest sake. New hopes to open in the sun, New efforts worth the will, Or tasks with yesterday begun More bravely to fulfil. Fresh seeds for all the time to be, Are in my hand to sow, Whereby, for others and for me, { Undreamed-of fruit may grow. In each white daisy 'mid the grass That turns my foot aside, In each uncurling fern I pass. Some sweetest joy may hide. And if, when eventide shall fall In shades across my way, It seems that nought my thoughts recall But life of every day: Yet if step in shine or shower Be where Thy footstep trod, Then blessed be every happy hour That leads us nearer God. —Chamber's Journal. MISCELLANY. A Healthy Village. Dr. Frank Richardson writes to the London Times from Harbottle, Mor peth „ "Thein teres ting letters which have appeared in your columns during the last week or two upon the mode of committing 'Earth to Earth' tempt mo to send you the lollowing instance of a district in which that unpleasant pro cess is postponed in a singularly unu sual manper. The large parish of Al winton-with-Holystohe is situated upon the southern slopes of the Cheviots, inoludes the upper vale of the Coquet, and extends about twenty miles in length and several in breadth, compris ing 44,472 acres. Its population has decreased from 1,396 at the census of 1861 "to 1,272 at that of 1874. The oo cnpations of its inhabitants are almost equally divided between the tending of sheep and the cultivation of oereals upon lands whioh rest in nearly similar free stone and por phyry. During th 6 year 1874 six deaths occurred in this parish, bring at the rate of 47 per. thousand, one of those deaths being that of an unfortunate young shepherd who perished in the reoent snow storm. This mortality 1 was lowerthan usual; during the pre vious ten years the number was 106, an annual average of 7.9 per thousand. Of these 106 deaths there were 16 be tween 70 and 80 years of age, and cu riously, 29 above eighty years, consid erably more than one quarter of the to tal deaths thus occurring in people ' above 80 yeara old, or 273.6 per thou sand. Now, is there anything. excep tional in the ages ofthfe inhabitants to aooount for thk low death rate ? The - aged and very young, among whom proportionally the mortality is highest, exist in large numbers. Within two miles of my house I know nine octoge narians, and a Utath, our parish olerk, died last week at the age of eighty three. In thia village of Harbottle, with one hundred tea twenty ii ahabi tanta, there are' thirty seven children under fouzteensears of age, and daring and for nearly fonr years no one until the case jnst mentioned. I'may add another instaftteM'the large propor tion of children-existing and their im munity from death. this pariah and hie three shepherd!; who nave oocupied their present situations nearly thirty y ears, have among them forty-seven children, and not a single death baa occurred in these families. The inhabitants have, abundance of plain, snbetantial food, excellent water good residences as a rale, and regular but not severe work in a pure, bracing atmosphere, and are highly intelligent and generally abstemious. I anl in debted to the Berv. A. Proctor, who has vicar* For the oorroiration of the statis tics of this parish which I have now given you. ,r GRAHAM, ALAMANCE COUNTY, NORTH CAROLINA, TUESDAY, MARCH 23. 1875. THE TWO PATHS. BY PAUII PLUMB. They say that Bearstrack used to be a merry old place in former times ; but however pleasant tradition may hand down those by-gone times, I know that for a long time there was ever a skeleton at its domestio fireside. Martin Timberlake, who for years dispensed hospitality with lavish hand, was a gentleman of the olden sohool, a man full of honor, and with that nice sense of propriety that makes a liberal culture and generous mind. No man in the land more sinoerely deprecated the civil strife whioh de vastated one portion of the country and paralyzed the other, than Martin Timberlake. So deeply did the dis asters of his country affect his mind, that he sickened and died in the first year of the war. ~~ He had two BODS. *" Horace, by his first wife, was a man of forty years, with dark complexion, and a silent ana thoughtful mien. Morris, the son of his second partner, was a light-haired, blue-eyed man of thirty, with so joy ous a temperament that he never knew a sad hour. Horace would have chosen medicine as his vocation, and Morris would have espoused the bar ; but Mr. Timberlake, who was possessed of large means, never would permit his boys to leave his roof to engage in any business so long as he lived. There was no lack of servants in those days, and as every guest was usually provided with one, the old mansion generally resembled an huge inn. It may have been that Martin Timberlake, amid all the confusion ineident upon a house full of guests, found relief from the thoughts whioh preyed upon his Spirit. Some men in his oonditioh would have drowned the past in deep beakers, but he never joined the nightly revels of his friends, though he fur nished them an unlimited quantity of good wine, and bade them be happy in their own way. The kind of spirits that he enter tained scarcely waited for the invita tion, for they came 01 a race of deep drinkers and hard riders ; and in later days they marched to meet death with an unblanched face and obstinate oourage worthy of a better cause. The disposition of Horaoe Timber lake kept him aloof from the social gatherings in his father's hall. His in clinations rather led him to shun than court the humor of the men assembled there. But Morris could sit it out with the stoutest, and his laugh never failed, nor his spirits flagged, so long as the wine was flowing. He, therefore, was the most popular of the two brothers. Horace loved a lady who resided in a Southern oity, while Morris was be trothed to one whose home was where the roses had but a brief life, and cold winds early stripped the leaves from the creaking trees. Is it a wonder, then, that these brothers took opposite paths in later days ? Mr. Timberlake was among those who had early discovered the little war oloud, at first scarcely larger than a man's hand, and his heart failed him when be contemplated things that were to bO. When hot and angry discussion was runnihg rife, his health began to fail so rapidly that it was a marvel to observe the change in his appearance. Then followed the crash which for a time hurried matters into a chaos. The lurid flame ran reddening through the land, and Martin Timberlake counsel ing his boys not to be carried away by the public clamor, sat down to await the issue. Martin Timberlake never lived to see the end. He died imploring his sons to have nothing to do with this fratri cidal strife. Did they obey him ? I trow not, for matters waxed su hot in their locality that men had to show their hands without any discrimination. The brothers were sitting together one day, when Horace opened the con versation. "Morris," he said, "we shall not be able to remain neutral much longer. Our poor father's dying request nas been obeyed by ua both as long as we oould save ourselves from the whirl pool. We shall- be drawn into it ere long. What think yon ; speak, brother ? You know my sentiments in regard to the fatal step our countrymen have taken, and yet it may have been im possible to avoid it." "Say not so, Horace, I never can be lieve it; every evil that is now upon us springing .from the hasty action of demagogues might have been avoided. Bad oounael from first to last has been at the root of all this. For my part I will never aid the cause in any manner whatever." - A smile just discernible apppeared about the corners of the elder brother's mouth. "Alice Waring lives in the North, Morris," lie said. . The blood mounted to tlie face of the younger, M he replied : "And Mollie Hunter is a born Soother a woman." Horace nodded his head as he spoke : "There's the trouble, Morris. She writes met that she would rather see me in the oamp than idling my days At Beam track. She is rery vehement on the subject. I may be driven to it at Iprt. Who knows ?" "Hash, Horace," interposed his brother. "We have loved each other to this very hour; do not, I beseech you, raise a barrier of blood between as. Listen to what Alioe Waring says," and he draw a letter from his pocket and raad: "Even it you ahonld join the rebel ranks, I would love you, 'but it would break my heart to know that one I prised so dearly had allied himself to a cause that cannot have the blessing of heaven, and must inevitably receive the detestation of every true-hearted lover of freedom." "That sounds well, Morris ; but it was written by one out of ,the sound of hostile cannon. The case is different here; all our women are for war, san guinary and vigorous, and I fear the man who refuses to take his musket stands small ohanoe of favor in the eyes of the women of the South. I can per ceive plainly that I shall have to ohoose between a suit of gray and something worse." ' "Aa much as I love Alice Waring," replied Morris, "I would give her up the moment 1 were oompefled to suoh an alternative." He spoke with unusual warmth, as he gazed into his brother's eyes. The answer came slowly and sadly from Horace Timberlake's lips. "I cannot do it," he said. "God help me if I err, but when I make the ohoioe it will be Mollie Hunter agaiant the universe." . The hand of Morris Timberlake moved till it clasped his brother's in a strong, tremulous grasp. "Come what may, we shall always love each other. Is it not so, Horace ?" he asked. "Aye, Morris,"exclaimedhis brother, "bv the grave of him who sleeps under yonder willows, I swear that I will never waver in my love for you, though I had to sink the whole Confederacy under my feet." The following morning Morris Tim berlake waited in the breakfast room for his brother to descend, but finding him unsuallv late, he went up to his chamber. It was tenontless. A letter lay on his table, he snatched it up hurriedly, and found it was in Horace's handwriting, and addressed to himself. It ran"thus : "DEAB BBOTHBB : I cannot find it in my heart to bid you good-bye, save by letter. Heaven grant we may soon meet again in days as peaceful as the past. Look in my drawer and you will discover some money : 1 have divided fairly with you. Pack up and hurry North, if you can get there. Don t waste any time unneoessanly, for you may experience great difficulties in leaving. Let the old place take care of itself, our people will hang around it and provide for themselves as long as they are able. Remember my parting advice. Hurry away as soon as possi ble. In haste, your affectionate brother HOBACX. A week later, a horseman could have been seen working his way cautiously to the union lines. It was no easy matter to avoid suspicion, bur fortune favored him, and after many perilous adventures he stood in the presence of the Federal army. Taken to headquarters, he declined to answer the interrogatories demanded of him; he was oommitted to the guard house. There he remained some time, when he was unconditionally released with a pass North. Heavy fighting had occurred up to this time, and by ohanoe he got possession of a Southern paper wliioh had found its way across the lines, and saw his brother Horaoe'B name mentioned as an officer in a Con federate regiment. This was the last intelligence he ever had of him, al though on a certain day mid battle and smoke, he conld have almost shaken hands with him, and he knew it not. The sun was slanting along the roofs of a frontier town in Maine, when a traveler, dusty, and evidently fatigued, was toiling up a green declivity toward a neat house literally embowered in roses, whioh climbed up from the porch to tlie Seoond-story windows. The resi dence stood a short distance without the thriving town of P »- Morris Timberlake, for it was he, halted a moment, and gazed back thoughtfully at the city which lay in the distance. He had seen strange sights there that day, snch sights as fie never expected to have witnessed. There was.unity of feeling, of-purpose and of action. The streets were full of armed men, bands were playing, and loud and long huzzas filled the air, as heavy bodies of armed men hurriedly entered the long train of oars which were waiting to reoeive them and bear them away. He read on their stern and composed faces the purpose which nerved their hearts, and even Irom the lips of the children who were held up for a parting kiss to many bronzed faces, he listened to catch the meaning of what he saw, and he heard it, "To save the nation's life." Morris Timber lake never forgot the expreesion. Striding onward, his heart fluttered at the sight of a white dress by the garden gate. Thrice had the prairie roses bloomed in crimson lnxurianoe sinoe he looked upon that form; yet he would have known it on the instant if he had met it at the uttermost bounds of the earth. A moment more, and the exclamation of surprise, "Morris 1" and the response, "Alice !" and then some tears fell from bright, brown eyes ; bat they wAre tears of happiness. That nfgnt, beneath a Northern sky, Alice Waring leaned npon the arm of a son of the South, ana knew that his heart was as loyal as in days gone by. It is not my purpose to detail the pleasant hours Morris Timberlake passed in the presence of the one he loved the best His cup of happiness had one bitter drop in it He felt, sooner or later, circumstances might oompel him to appear on a different scene. ' —ml Mr. Waring had famished two sons, then absent with the army, and Alioe, usually gentle eren to tumidity, wss now outspoken in her sentiments and very decided in her language. "My oonntry first," she one day said to Morris, in answer to some lore ap peal* Morris gazed upon her quiet but de- termined features with a bewildered look. He never oould have believed it possible for Northern girls to have suoh depth of feeling. They were walking in the garden and conversing about the war; Alioe stooped down and nervously twisted a flower from its stem. "Won't you put it in my button hole ?" arked Morris, with a pleading look. The little hand moved irresolutely for a moment, then it was laid upon her lover's shoulder, and two brown eyes looked earnestly in his own as she answered: "The day you maroh away under yonder flag (pointing to where the banners were flying over the oily), I will pin a rose npon your uniform, though my heart may break when I re flect I may be sending you to your death. Aye, though for the rest of my days I may wear widow's weeds, I will joy over my own misery to know that I loved one true enough te sacrifice self to duty," Morris Timberlake saw that her faoe was very pale, but her voioe was steady and her words dedded. He caught her by the hand, and without uttering a word, they walked back to the house, each engrossed with the thought upper most in their hearts. Months passed away, the ripened grain had been garnered, and the chocks were full of ydlow corn. The robin's notes were heard less frequently and crimson and golden leaves com menced to flutter in the autumn airi V a ohange was passing over the faoe of nature, it was no less true of the moral change that was working deep upon the mind of Morris Timberlake. Some thing ef his blather's gravity was now discernible in his conversation and mien. The hour for action oame at last; there was no mistaking the mo tives whioh now moved him to the coarse he pursued. It oould not be at tributed to sudden impulse or the hope of pleasing Alioe Waring, else he wonld have put it into execution long before. Rather place it among the results of careful investigation and mature de liberation regarding his oountry's trou bles. When he shouldered his musket and marched away with his regiment, he did not share tne ceaseless gaiety of his oomrades ; if there was no huzza on his lips, ueither was there any regret; but his conviction of duty was pernape as strong as the most boisterous of those rollicking soldiers. And Alioe Waring pinned a rose upon his breast and kissed him good-bye. How anxiously dnring the long winter night Alioe Waring wonld sit by the hearth and ponder upon her soldier lover. And how nervously her hand would tremble when she read the news from the "front." Christmas was coming apaoe; al ready the green wreaths were bdng woven to decorate the sanctuary in commemoration of the advent of the Blessed Redeemer; and while some hands were engaged in beautifying the temple of the Most High, others were remorselessly slaying their kith and kin in blood-red vengeanoe. It is not yet time to have quite for gotten that thirteenth day of December, 1862, at Frederioksburg. How many a chair it left vacant in our broad land. How many a grief-stricken heart ached and ached, till God in his gradousness sent the Angel of Peaoe to still its beatings forever. Where the flght was thickest the men oould scaroely breathe for the sul phurous canopy, there fought two brothers ; but they battled on different sides of the question—and yet they fought well. And when the guns grew feeble and the rattle of musketry failed, there waa a hush in the very, air, for the Angel cf Death was stalking over the scene. By-and-by they oame to collect the wounded and bury those past relief, and they found Horaoe and Morris Timberlake within an arm's length of each other, near enough to have fallen on each other's neck and embraoad— had they been living men. Paid hy n Sang. Farinelli had ordered a magnificent costume, and when the taiior Drought | it home, the artist demanded his bill. I "I have not made one," answered the tailor. "Bnt why not f" asked Fari nelli. "Because, said the trembling tailor, "I have a desire for my payment in but one form. I know that that which 1 desire is of inestimable value, and reeerved for monarch*, but sinoe I have the honor of working for one of whom none speak but with enthusiasm, I wish no other payment than that he sing me one song." Farinelli strove in vain to change his resolution and induce him to reedve the money. The tailor was immovable. At last the great artist aoeeded to his request Resolved that the enthusiast should be fully gratified, he exhibited before him all his wondar ous skill, after which the tailor, fairly intoxicated with delight prepared to withdraw, bnt Farinelli stopped him. "I am very seodtive," said he, "and it is possibly through that trait that I have sttstaird my superiority over other singers. I have aoeeded to your wishes and now yon mnat yield to mine in your turn 1" Saying which he drew out his purse and compelled the aatoniahed tailor to reedve nearly double the worth of the garment ~ ~ Those snoeeed best in the world who keep some things to themselves ; for instance, their aehee and pains, and disappointments, and domestio and private griefs. A cut Angel is not ben efitted, by tearing off the plaster and expodng it under somebody's, eyaa; tie it up, and let it alone.— Ha rtford Religious Herald. The Hoders School Girl. Everybody is aware that sentiment ality, slate pencils, and pickles go hand in hand with the modern sohool girL She is as completely saturated with the first as David Oopperfleld was with love for Dora; she believes that friendship is a plant of immortal verdure, thougn her own limited experience ought to teach her that it is of deciduous growth; she keeps a volume of autographs of persons remarkable for nothing but their insignifioanoe and bad handwrit ing; her scrap-book is a mosaic of moral maxims, oomio songs, love-side rhymes, and aecaloomanie; her diary is not so much a record of her individual emotions as a reflection from the life of her favorite heroines in romanoe; she eats sweetmeats, and digests sensa tional novels; her ideal is a black browed lover at whom sooiety shakes its head, after the manner of Rochester; while Lucy Snow's Paul Emannd seems to her a very apology for a hero, at whom she would not vouohsafe a second planoe. In composition she is prone to indulge in the melancholic style, and if sentimentality is her god, Mrs. Hemans and L. E. L., are the prophets whom she most affects. Bead her letters to her oomrades and those she writes home, and yen would hardly guess that the same mind had framed them both; the one is all extravagance and poetry, while the other is apt to be a meagre statement of progress, a financial com plaint. with suggestions toward a dress reform; for our young girl has her practical side as well as her sentimental and puts no faith in beauty unadorned. She pours out her soul to her boeom friend; but entertaining an idea that older folk have no sympathy with the longings and aspirations of youth, and are wholly absorbed in the sordid oares of life, with small interest in the play of the finer emotions, her nearest kin are often left in utter ignoranoe of her peculiar faculty for gushing. And per haps this is not as unnatural as it seems, since confidences must be invited by oonfidenoee; the bosom friend gives measure fer measure, but are there not often gulfs of reserve existing between the sohool girl and her mother or grown-up friends in the matter of the emotions f Perhaps we would not have our sohool girl other than she is, with the excep tion of the pickles and slate peneua,. the too early lessens in flirtation which she praotioes, and the respect for drees whioh she develops. Only a few gene rations back our mothers sent us to sohool in 000 l ginghams—yes, and in warm linsey-woolseys fashioned in all simplicity; the jeweller did not bore onr ears, nor hang chains about our small necks ; nor did the mantua maker shape onr figures to her patterns a generation ago. But to-day we hear inquiries for corsets for children of ten years, and we begin to reflect that the school girl may not be altogether to blame for her weaknesses ana morbid tastes. She wears finer clothes at her reoitationa now than her grandmother donned on holidays clothes more elaborately designed, and in such sick ening mimicry of adult fashions that it wonld seem, after all, as if her preco cious fondness for adornment might be reasonably charged to the vanity of her guardians. However, onr school girl will doubtless work olear of her weak nesses in time. Her sentimentalities will get winnowed in the process of living, and the chaff separated. The girl who weeps over "The Children of the Abbey" and "The Mystaries of Udolpho at sixteen will be oonvulsed with laughter on a seoond reading at twenty; and she will one day disoover that toe safest ear into which she can poor her oonftdsnce is the maternal; while even the inordinate love of dress and of masculine admiration that has been ingrafted on the tender sapling may be subordinated to higher im pulses in proportion m the original stock is healthy and vigorous. Lite. What a varying thing is the stream of life. How it sparklee and glitters 1 How it bonds along ita pebbly bed, sometimss in shade ; sometimes sport ing round all things, as if ita essenes were merriment and brightness: some times flowing solemnly on, ss if it were derived from Lethe itself. Now it runs like a liquid diamond along the mea dow ; now it plangee in fame and fury over the rock ; now it la dear and lim !»id, aa youth and innocence can make t; now it la heavy and tnibid, with the varying streams of thought and memory that are flowing into it, each bringing ita store of dullness and polution as it tends toward the end. Its voioe, too, varies aa it goes; now it kings lightly, ss it danoes : now it roan amidst the obstacles that oppose its way ; and now it baa no tone but the dull, low murmur of exhausted energy. Such la the stream of life f let per haps few of ua would wish to ohange our portion of it for the calm regular ity of a eanal—even if one could be constructed without looks and flood gatss upon it to hold in the pent-up waters of the heart till they ready to qurst through the banks. *' Sneeeaa. Two elements of real sueoess ift any undertaking are a comprehensive view of its nature and intents, and a faithful attention to its practical details. Thought and action are inseparably and equally indispensable. If we wonld thoroughly perform our task, we must grasp it mentally* and do it patiently. "Is there man in thia town named Afternoon ?" inquired a Missis sippi postmaster as he held up a letter diraoted "P. M." TAEMTMB. The fare thing.—A horse OAT ticket. A winter suit—The close of the canals. - Woman hood—a bonnet. Man hood' —a hat. A poor relation—Telling an anecdote badly. Better ran in old olothes than ran in debt. Why is a man who lets houses likely to hare a good many oousins f Because he has ten-anta. It seems as if it wonld make oom positois howl to diaoover that there is "" only one em in a poem.. I Four toddies down a man's throat these oold days won't warm him np half so much as a single hot punch on the nose.. So many women leave their at home when they go out, it is a wonder that their little children do not piok np some. "Dear Tom—come immediately if yon see this. If not, oome on Sunday." This difficult invitation appears as a personal in the London Time*. Tom Hood, at Lord Mayor's dinoßr, once leaned baok at about the middle of the feast, and requested the waiter te bring him the rest in money. It is base to filch a purse, to embezzle a million ; but it is great be yond measnre to steal a crown. The sin lessens as the guilt increases.— Sahiller. • ■> "J. Gray—Pack with my box five dozen quills." There is nothing re markable about this sentenee only thai it is nearly as short as can be con structed and yet contain all the letters of the alphabet. • Said she r "How long are yon going to stand before that glsM : '-Said 1M : "Until I see how my ulster hangs. But that's jnst the way ; a woman never takes any interest in her husband's dress after she's been married a year." The dee traction of the forests in Southern Indiana has approached sash dimensions as to excite serious alarm among the resident population, who have to travel forty to fifty miles every time tbej catch a hotse thief, in order to find a tree high enough to hang him on. A Shakespeare relic of a singularly curious kind has oome to light. It is a fragment of an edition of the first part of "Henry the Fourth," anterior to the one of 1598, which has hitherto been always considered the first impression. The text of this fragment preserves a word whioh has been accidentally omit ted in all the subsequent editions. Anna Dickson describes the new so ciety bow, ss executed by Washington ladies. She says that to bend the head exoept to acknowledge superiors, is oat of fsshion. The lady looks ooolly in the face, smiles ss sweetly as she can, and gently inclines. her hsad toward the right shoulder, with a little backward movement at the same time. A slight, Frenchy shrug heightens the eifeoi. ' "w* In the village of Sperenbesg, about twenty miles from Berlin, Prussia, is the deepest well that has ever been sunk, it was bored by Che authorities in order to obtain a supply of roekssft. The diameter varies from sixteen feet to thirteen inches; salt was resehsd at a depth of 280 feet; boring was eon tinned until a depth of 4,914 feet was attained, the boree being still in the salt deposit, whioh hss a thieknsss of over 3,907 fast. The work has occu pied five years. lady Barker, in a reoent work, gives her idea of a model boy aa follows : "If I oould make a model boy, IH tell yon what be should be like. He should love cold water and hate a lie. 9* ahould be frank and unsuspicious aa beoomee a noble, treating nature, and yet he should be nsithsr silly nor soft He should have plenty of manias. He should have an appetite like a wolf, for I should wish him to be tall and strong: bat he moat not be a bit gxeady. His should have a fine, sweet tamper, yet he should be ss the Yankee song says, 'an orkered man in a row. and he ahould know how to take ear* oi himself with his fiats. There was a panic in a Paris street overthe eondues of a magnificent re triever in front of a window of a dealer in picture frames. Ea Jumped yelled, barked, tried to throw himself throogh the glass; and he was mad, of coarse. They were about to kill him bate phi losopher interfered. It seseaed to him that all these eccentricities of the dog had relation to a portrait in the window. So it proved. AO this was joy si right of ths portrait of a lady. That lady lived in Marasillss, and the dog had been stolen from her many months be fore. Strange ohanoe to find its war home by tfcepioture placed there eaan.- «iiy toexhibu frame. An alloy of coppsr, prepared aa fol lows, is capable of attaching itaelf firmly to the surface of sashil, gtaaa sad porcelain. From 20 to-oOpaits of finely divided copper foMafcMCftp the redaction of ozioe of oopper with hy drogen, or by precipitation front aolu tion of its sulphate with sine)aie made into a paete with oil of vitroL Seventy parte of sasteury are then added, the whole being wall Uituiat sd7 whsn the amalgamation is nnianlatn the acid is removed by washing with bofflag water, and the eoiapoaad is allowed te 0001. In ten or twelve hours it beeoasee sufficiently hard to reoaive. a briOunt polish, and to scratch the aaifaaa of tin or gold. By heat it aasoatei the conrisMnce of wax, snd as it doss not oontraei on cooling, it m slao nssfal to dsatists for stopping teeih. *. • NO. 7.