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Perfection.
Drim-Ma ia a patient maid,
Whom nothing can excite,
J?y all her slightest wonl'a jleycd,
Nhe's always in the right.
I lor prompt decision ia superb,
She knows no wicked spite ;
Her calmness naught can e'er disturb
S'ic'm always in the right.
No breeze that Wows can rough her hair
To rude, unseemly plight,
Xo mad to soil her dress would dare
She'd always in the right.
Ilor step; she lieuda where she should go,
She scorns the worl 18 delight ;
She answers "Yes," she answers 'No"
Shf's always in the right.
jr. r figure's tall, her eyes are pale,
Her form is spare and slight ;
Her thin, red lips no faults bewail,
she's always in the right.
She always does the thing she should,
Her sayings sages cite,
?vause, you see, 'tis understood
She's always in the right.
Should I wed her, they say, my life
Would bo serene and bright ;
r.ut. oh ! I would not want a wife
Who's always in the right.
X, no ! My bride must have a fault,
Or we'll ne'er jog along ;
That woman isn't worth her salt
Who's never in the wrong.
Four Blue Plates.
Prawincr-room in Mns. Hoixexer's country
house, Oabriixe, her only child, one-and-
twcitfy. exceedingly pretty, low-browed, dark
eyed, and fair-haired, sitting before a small
table,on which are an old-fashionedilver tea
set and four very old-fashioned blue rdates.
The sound of merry voices floats in. from the
garden, as Oswald Owens, three-and-twenty,
tall, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, and dark
haired, enters the room, and advances towards
her. She drops the spoon with which she has
I'oen toying, in momentary contusion, and
looks up, with a faint blush.
Miss Hollexek. Not playing cro
quet, Mr. Owens ?
Mr. Owens. "Not playing croquet,"
Miss Hollener. I came to seek you.
They are asking for you in the garden.
Miss Hollexer. I hope, if they con
tinue to ask, they will continue to ask
of that safe distance ; I don't want to
hear them. Mamma is there, is she
not?
Mr. Owens. Yes, enacting the role
of the hostess charmingly, as she always
does.
Miss Hollexer. Then I certainly
shall not go. You look as though you
thought me remiss in daughterly duty,
On the contrary, his expression is of
one of intense approbation I am not.
This is entirely mamma's party, and she
likes croquet. As for me, I boldly
avow I detest it, and never could under
stand the wild enthusiasm with which
so many people whack unoffending
wooden balls abont, and then run wild
ly after them. I only promised to pour
out the tea, and having done that, pre
fer to sit here by myself
Mb. Owens (half turning away). By
yourself ? I beg pardon for my intru
sion, and will remain no longer.
Miss Hollexek. I had not finished
my sentence, Mr. Owens. By myself,
or with a pleasant companion.
Mr. Owens. And am I fortunate
enough to be regarded by you as a pleas
ant companion ?
Miss Hollexek (with a demure smile).
Well, I do not think you so very un
pleasant. Mr. Owens, (eagarly). Then I maT
stay ?
Miss Hollexek. If you promise to
be entertaining.
Mr. Owexs (taking a seat on the op
posite side of the table). I promise to
try, but I am afraid my powers of enter
tainment are but small. Are you in
terested in scientific subjects ?
Miss Hollexek. Not at this moment,
unless old plates are scientific subjects.
I was puzzling over these (directing his
attention to the blue plates) when you
came in. They form, as you see, a ser
ies of pictures. Mamma bought them
at a sale the other day, and they are
ever so ancient, and consequently ever
so interesting. Are you learned in
earthenware lore ? I hope you are, and
can read the pictured story, for I'm dy
ing to know what it all means. This
one evidently represents an incident in
the early youth of the hero and hero
ine; and this Some one outside calls,
"Gabrielle! Gabkille!" Mlss Holle
ner, with a slight shrug of her shoulder,
leaves her chair, and takes a few steps
in the direction of the voice, when the
caller, apparently satisfied that the call
ed is not within hearing, retreating, she
returns, and resumes her seat. Now,
if you please, commence, Mr. Owens.
Mr. Owexs. You take it for granted,
then, I am learned in earthenware lore?
Miss Hollexek. I do. I hear that
you are extremely clever, and have in
vented something that the world has
long been in need of. You may, by-and-by,
if you will be so kind, tell me all
about it; but now I am just in the mode
to listen to a story.
Mr. Owexs. And I, to confess the
truth, just in the mood to tell one. But
I trust it will not disappoint you. It is
barely possible, you know, to invent
"something the world has long been in
need of," and yet lack cleverness as a
story-teller. But you are growing impat-
VOL. III.
ient andl haston to begin. The first plate,
vou please. She hands it to him
ie studies it a moment. Once on a
time Will that do for a beginning ?
Miss Hollexek. Excellentlv well.
It carries me at once back to the -days
oi my childhood. They were happy
days, Mr. Owens, I doubt if I have ever
Known happier,
Mr. Owexs (a glow of pleasure light
ing his face). Once on a time there
lived in the "big house" of a beautiful
Conneticut village a lovelv little tnrl
with fair curls and the most wonderful
dark gray eyes, She was an onlv child.
and adored by her fathar and her moth
er and all the rest of the household, as
sue well deserved to he. lWn?
, "O
quaintest, brightest, and most generous
little creature that ever sang and danced
tnrough a merry childhood. In the
smallest house in the village lived a
boy-
Miss Hollexek. A "lovely" boy?
JUr. Uwexs (gravely). His mother
thought so.
Miss Hollexer. His eyes and hair ?
Mr. Owexs. Blue and black, if my
memory seires me aright. He was the
son of a pretty little woman, who. having
at the age of seventeen married for love
a poor German Ceologist, found herself
at twenty a widow, with no money and
a uaoy uoy. An old aunt to whom she
applied for assistance offered her and
her child a home. That home was the
diminutive cottage to which I have al
reaay referred. Here she managed to
make a living by the aid of her needle,
the lady at the "big house" being her
clnef patroness led to the two children
growing up, as it were, together, From
tlie very first the boy constituted him
self the guardian and protector of the
little girl. He guided her first toddling
steps. His was the first name she ever
spoke. And when she grew old enough
to lead, he followed her faithfully.
JNever was knight in olden time more de
voted to lady fair. You see them here
on this plate gathering blackberries.
Her basket, as you will observe, is brim
ming over, while his is still empty.
Miss Hollener. (looking at the plate
with an appearance of interest). Yes, so
it is. Pity everything is so blue, in
eluding the blackberries, isn't it ? And
really I can't see the loveliness of
the little girl. Her nose, I am sure, is
crooked, and her arms much too long.
And the berries look like pears. But
perhaps berries did look like pears in
those davs.
Mr. Oweks. Well, time went on, and
the playmates met almost every dav, the
parents of the gray-eyed girl thinking
only of the blue-eyed boy as the son of
a faithful dependent who had inherited
his mother's faithfulness, when one day
she was then twelve and he fourteen
they quarelled.
Mlss Hollexek. Had they never quar
relled before ?
Mr. Owexs. Oh yes, many a time.
But this was the first serious quarrel.
He had presumed to reprove her for
something she had done.
Mlss Hollexer. Had he never "pre
sumed to reprove her" before ?
Mr. Owexs. Of len. But this time he
added to the reproof the remark that
her conduct had not only been unkind,
but unlady-like ; she had snatched her
skipping-rope from the hands of a young
darky who was surreptitiously enjoying
a skip with it. The picture on the
second plate represents the quarrel.
She is turning away from him, with
flashing eyes, while she says : "And yet
I am a lady. . But you seem to forget
what you are a sewing-woman's boy,
my mother's servant's son "
Miss Hollexer. Extremely rude and
unkind, after so many years of devotion
on hi3 part ; but I dare say she was very
sorry directly after her ungrateful
speech, and no doubt regrets it till this
day. But really now, Mr. Owens, do
you think this illustration a good one ?
To me it does not look like a quarrel at
all. She is smiling sweetly
Mr. Owexs. Scornfully, I assure you.
Miss Hollexek. And he, certainly he
is holding out to her an intensely ceru
lean apple, with a slight crack across
it.
Mr. Owexs. You mistake. It is a
ball which she presented to him just
before the unpleasantness, and which he,
in his boyish indignation, is mutely de
manding she shall take back.
Miss Hollexer. And they don't ap
pear to be any older than they were
when they were gathering pears I
mean blackberries.
Mr. Owens. Appearances are often
deceitful. They are several years older.
The boy left her in silence, but the
taunt sank deep into his heart, and that
very night he bade "good-by" to the
small cottage, and went out into the
world to seek his fortune. After much
hard struggling, he found it dot a
great one, but more than enough to
support the dear mother and himself in
comfort. And at least a timely invita
tion brought him fame, and fame
brought him once more face to face with
the love of his boyhood. Her father
had died soon after their separation,
and she and her mother had left the
"big house" in the beautiful village,
and gone to live in the adjacent city.
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PITTSBORO',
At least they lived there during the
winters, but passed their summers in a
villa at one of our watering-places. You
see tne young lady on the third plate
rowing Herself in a fairy-like boat,
wnue ner mother stands on the shore
locking on with evident admiration ?
i.jujiuniuK. x uo. j.ne Doat in
form not unlike a bath-tub, the oars
pointing sky ward, and the mamma so
near if she be not extremelv careful.
her aquatic daughter will row directly
over ner. .Fray go on, Mr. Owens.
Mr. Owens. He found her surround
ed by suitors, as he expected she would
be. But oh ! the joy that filled his con
stant heart when he also found that she
distinguished none. A happy, happy
month passed by happy because he
met her almost every day : hannv
although she never referred to the old
times ; happy because her. graciousness
led him to dream that ere lone he might
gam courage to tell her that his heart
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was at her feet when a new rival ai
pearedra gentleman of great wealth
and position, a man who offered her
....
diamonds where he could offer onlv ono
little pearl, a man her mother approved
or, a man all mothers approved of. Be
hold him, on the fourth plate, taking her
out to drive.
Miss Hollexer. With two fearful! v
loresnortened horses, in a vehicle like a
sleigh on two very tall wheels with an
immense umbrella over it. Her dress
. . . .
is almost all skirt, and his hat resem
bies an overgrown flower-pot. But this
is the last plate. Is there no more of
the story ?
Mr. Owexs. There are still two short
chapters. To end with the fourth plate
would be indeed an unsatisfactory con
clusion. I am impressed that the last
two illustrations were broken, and that
is the reason your mother did not ob
tain them. On the fifth plate the
lover
Miss Hollexer. The "diamond"
lover?
Mr. Owexs. The "pearl" lover, hav
ing found the darling of his heart one
day alone, and being well-nigh distract
ed by the fear of losing her forever, was
kneeling before her he kneeh before
her, unable to say anything but "I-
oveyou I have always loved vou I
shall love you all my life."
Miss Hollexek (her voice trembling.
and a tear gleaming above her smile.)
ndeed, indeed, Mr. Owens, you must
not act out your story so demonstrative
ly. Bise, I beg of you. Suppose mam
ma or some of our guests should
Come in !
Mr. Owens (still kneeling.) The sixth
plate, Miss Hollener.
Miss Hollexer. The sixth plate ?
Mr. Owexs. Yes ; here I remain until
you describe it.
Miss Hollexer. I ? You forget you
are telling the story. j
Mr. Owexs. I can go nd farther. It is
for you to finish.
Miss Hollexer. And you are really
determined to maintain that absurd po
sition until I do so ?
Mr. Owexs. I am.
Miss Hollexer I yield to necessity ;
being the mother of invention, I invent.
Oh the sixth plate, Mr. Owens; in the
distance a village church was half-hidden
by a group of azure trees, and to
ward this village church, bluer than
ever, walked arm in arm or, stay, hand
in hand ; that is more pastorial I he
lady and her lover
Mr. Owens. The "diamond" lover?
Miss Hollexer. The "pearl" lover.
Mr. Owens. And why walked they
toward the village church? To hear a
village sermon ? "
Miss Hollexer. I-think not to hear a
village sermon.
Mr. Owexs. Could it have been to be
married ?
Miss Hollener. I am almost sure it
was.
Mr. Owens. She loved him, then ?
Miss Hollener. She loved him.
Mr. Owens. Gabrielle, my darling!
You love me ?
Miss Hollener. Oswald, I love you.
Not another word now. I hear the cro
quet party returning to the house.
He kisses her hand, slips a pearl
ring on one of her fingers, and springs
to his feet.
Miss Hollener (as several ladies and
gentlemen come merrily into the room.)
Mr. Owens, will you have another cup
of tea? You won't? Well, I'm sure
you'll have some strawberries and cake
on one of these queer old blue plates.
Harper's Weekly.
Equal to the Occasion.
A boy on Jones street was the other
evening eating away at a big cocoanut
that had been cracked open with a
brickbat, when a pedestrian felt it his
duty to halt and remark :
"Boy, don't you know that too much
of that stuff may give you the colic?"
"I guess so," was the reply.
"Then why do you eat it ?"
"Well, if my chum, who lives next
door, can stand the small-pox for six
weeks, I guess I can put up with the
colic for three or four hours !" was the
reply, as he bit off another big hunk.-
Detroit Free Press.
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CHATIIAM CO., N.
TRAINING ANIMALS.
A Snowman's Twenty-Seven
perience.
Years' Ex-
"How long have you been in the tam
ing and training business?" asked a
Chicago Morning Neics reporter of Willis
Cubb, whose dogs, monkeys, and steers
are so prominent a feature of Sells
Bros', circus.
m a . .
xweuiy-seven years, an m all," was
the reply.
"Why, you don't look older than
that," responded the enquirer.
"Perhaps not, but I was born in 1842,
and shall be 40 come next Februarv
but you see I sowed my wild oats when
I was young, and haven't tried a second
crop. I never take liquor of any kind :
wouldn't drink a glass of cider if I saw
it crushed out of the apple : never ac
cept a drink and never ask anybody to
take one. If there's anything on earth
a sensible animal detests it's a whisky
.....
oreath."
"And what made you take to training
animals ?
Well, I was a spoilt child, and my
father used to keep a lot of black-and-tan
teniers, which, on Saturdays, when
1 was about six years old, I used to take
down to the levee to see them fro for
the rats, and I soon taught them a lot
of tricks. After that I got a bull terrier
of my own, and I made up my mind he
should talk, and I actually taught him
to say, "Oh, no 1" "I won't," and "Mor
mon almost as naturally as a human
creature. I sold him to a horse dealer
named John Carmon, who took him
across the plains to California. Now,
of all the dogs in the world to train, a
bull terrier is the easiest : you can make
them do anything. I next got hold of
six German poodles, nine months old,
and I taught them scores upon scores of
tricks."
"Is much cruelty required ?"
"Cruelty? You just once try crueltv
and make the dog afraid of you, and he
will never be a trick dog. Kindness
and patience are all you want, and every
time you scold a dog you have all vour
work to do over again. Suppose you
want to teach a dog to hold up one leg,
just gently clip him on that leg with a
snap of the fingers; he won't understand
at first, but when he does hold it up,
pat hini and speak kindly, then try it
again, and hold it up, always using the
same words ; "Go lame." He gets the
words and the action together in his
mind and never forgets either, and you
teach him to walk by leading him round
in the same way, always petting him
when he does right."
"Do you deprive them of food or re
ward them with extra rations ?"
"Neither. I feed my dogs three times
a day, alight breakfast, a lunch after
the matinee, and when the circus is
over a good full meal. I've got ten
dogs here, a Russian poodle, a Spanish
poodle, English water spaniel a coach
dog, and black and tans. The Russian
poodle is my boss dog, andl christened
him Bloss, after poor Bloss, who was
killed while on the Cincinnati Enquirer,
who said he was the cleverest dog he
had ever seen, but he couldn't read his
copy. Old Bloss is twelve years old,
and knows more than many a human.
"My next trial was with two ponies,
and two mules. The mules were for
Dan Castello. I then taught a horse
which I christened Fred Hunt, after
another newspaper man. I played him
through the country with the dogs, and
then sold him to John Robinson, jr.
"I then took to training goats, which
was no easy matter but I taught two
of them to fire a pistol, walk on their
knees, lie down, sit up and make an
ascension up a two-inch plank to a
pedestal twenty feet high.
"But the worst animals to train are
monkies. They are cunning, lazy and
vicious, and these scars," showing
numerous marks upon his hands, "are
the result of monkey bites. One big
brute, that I named Jack Darwin, a tight
rope and la perche artist, bit me through
the ball of the thumb, and I came very
near dying of lockjaw. He took sick,
and I nursed him night and day, but he
died about four years ago. You are
never sure when a monkey is going to
turn on you, and their bite is more dan
gerous than a tiger's, for they've got
three-cornered tusks like a bayonet.
"When fd got my monkeys, goats
and dogs I started a miniature circus,
the first ever run in the world. Old
Bloss was my clown, and a cleverer
never entered a ring, either on four legs
or two.
"About two years ago Mr. Lewis Sells
sent for me to Columbus, O., to know
if I would undertake to educate for
trick acts half a dozen steers. As Fd
made up my mind there was no animal
on earth I could not teach, I undertook
the job, but it was a tedious job. I
taught them separately, and it took me
two weeks apiece even to teach them to
walk into the ring as I wished them. It
took a whole year to make them what
they are, one steer and one trick at a
time. And they were ugly, too. Once
the whole six made a stampede after
me, but luckily I was armed with a
policeman's club and a big rawhide, and
I cowed them. . There's no appealing to
the gratitude of a steer ; now, a dog is
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C, JUNE 30, 1881.
open to any act of kindness, so is a mon
key, and they will got as jealous as a
woman if you pet one and neglect the
other.
My dogs are not allowed to eat except
at stated times. If one picks up a bone
he is reprimanded for it. and he soon
learns not to touch anything foreign to
his allowed food. My dogs have a
regular valet, who feeds, washes.
combs, and dresses them, and when at
home each one has his own little house
and his exercise yard, and the valet has
his quarters close by. When I want
them to take exercise, it is running and
jumping after a ball, which calls every
mascie into action."
"Now, if a man with ready money in
his hand were to come into this rotunda
and ask you to name your price for doers
and monkeys, what would you take ?"
I here isn t money enough in the
United States to buy them. They are
everything in the world to me. I was
poor, after having lost a large fortune :
they have made me rich ; these poor
animals love me, and I love them.
They have clothed me : thev have
clothed my wife; they have educated my
children. I have a lovely home, and
they have bought it for me; and they can
earn me from two to three hundred dol
lars a week the year round; and, useful
useless, young or old. halt, lame or
blind, they shall have a good home while
"They all belong to you, then?"
"Yes, the dogs and monkeys are mine.
the steers belong to the circus."
"Did you ever try to tame anv other
animals ?"
"Oh, yes, I've trained rats, mice, cats,
pigeons, and canary birds, but there's
no money in them. I could tame tigers
and other wild animals, but the danger
outweighs the gain. You are never sure
of them, and I have my own opinion of
men who trust too much in their power
over naturally savage brutes, though
you are safe enough in the lion's den so
long as you can keep your eye on him,
and not let him get behind you. Once
he does that and you're gone up "
Drugged Wines.
As France has kicked up a row about
American hog meat, which extended
even to ringing bells through the vil
lages warning the citizens, it is entirely
lair to warn the American people against
the drugged wines of France. The Par-
mi w, a paper printed in English in
Paris, gives a branch of the history of
this manufacture cf wines sold fraud
ulently under the names of the choicest
brands of French wines: The wine
crop of 1871) was about 25,000,000, or
30,000,000 hectoliters below the average
of the last ten years. The annual con
sumption in France is from 40,000,000
to 45,000,000 hectoliters. Every body
expected a rise in the price of wine, and
some conscientious dealers laid in a stock
from abroad. The rise in price, how-
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ever, never came, and the markets re
mained well supplied. The reason was
that the natural deficit was compensated
for by artificial means. Wine was man
ufactured out of dry grapes. All the
raisins to be found in Eastern ports
were bought up, and wine manufactur
ers sprang up all over the country.
Around Paris alone there are seven
steam-power wine manufactories. The
cost of a cask of raisin wine is about 50
francs, and it was sold at 100 francs.
thus giving a profit of 100 tier o.tmL
But the competition has now become
such that the price of raisins has risen
from 12 francs to 75 francs the 100 kilo
grams. The consequence is that raisins
have been abandomed, and wine is now
manufactured out of glucose, a sugary
matter obtained from the potato, out of
the residue of molasses, out of rotton
apples, dried prunes, dates, figs, and all
kinds of refuse fruit, and even out of
beef-root. These abominable liquids
are colored artificially and mixed more
or less with Spanish wines or white wine.
The adulteration and manufacture of
wine has attained such vast proportions
that the principal dealers who had taken
measures to supply the market loyally
with harvest wine from foreign countries
have taken steps to put a stop to this
gigantic fraud. The imposture has
reached such a pitch that not one-third
of the wine now drank in Paris is real
grape,
The New York Custom House.
The collector of the New York custom
house has 953 appointments, the aggre
gate of the salaries being $1,400,000.
The patronage includes one assistant
collector, ten deputy collectors, forty
nine messengers, twenty-two laborers,
seven weigher and gangers, eight fore
men and janitors, eighty-four assistant
weighers, 286 inspectors at $4 a day,
four Island coast inspectors, 109 night
watchmen, nine inspectresses, and other
employes. Four of the employes have
been in the custom house more than
twenty-one years, ten more than nine
teen years, eight more than eighteen
years, thirteen more than seventeen
years, and 160 more than twelve years.
The new collector appoints his deputies
on taking his office. The term of col
lector is for four years, and the salary
is $12,000 a year. He receives about
$5,000 additional in fees
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NO. 42.
FOK THE FAIR SEX.
The Russian Emoresa.
The Empress of Russia is described as
looking like a corpse rather than a liv
ing being, sitting speechless and unmov
ed, as though neither seeing nor hearing
anything. It was, perhaps, a premoni
tion of Nihilist terrors that made poor
Dagmar so depressed when, as a bride,
she traveled to meet the Czarewitch.
The girl had to have her white face
painted, it is said, before she entered
the native city of her future husband,
that the people might not notice all the
misery of her expression.
Women In the Dublin Vnrtarlp..
The Irish working-woman has a sad
life. At an early age a fresh, laughing
girl is sent to the factory, doomed to
work there while the grim engine shall
run. In some of these factories in Dub
hn women are working fifty-hours a
week for eighteenpence, working for
what? For not enough to prove how
little human nature may exist upon. In
other places the six days' labor is re
compensed with a half-crown, but it is
on record that certain prodigies of in
dustry and punctuality have put ten
shillings together in one week. Women
old in the service may do this, but the
younger girls rarely make a crown.
What wonder that so many grow vicious
and fall ? As our own ranks of fallen
women are recruited from the under
paid sewing-girls and other unhappy
workers, so it is in Dublin : and a pre
mium is placed on vice.
Fashion Notes.
The milliners insist that big bonnets
should be simply trimmed.
Lambs' wool cloths which shir very
well are liked for summer suits.
Striped nun's veiling is cut crosswise
when used for gown draperies.
Watered ribbon has grown common
in the shops and is not very dear.
Pale blue is among the colors to be
found in silk gloves for evening wear.
I he colored rough-and-ready straws
have become exceedingly popular.
bprmg goods are already marked
down, although summer is still nine
days off.
Large cambric kerchiefs fastened by
silver headed pins are worn with thin
dresses.
WTaite steel ornaments are combined
with Spanish lace trimming for outer
garments.
The worst thing about a Mother Hub
bard cloak is that its wearer cannot lift
her arms.
Chenille jerseys are worn over suits of
colors, even with those of a contrasting
tlUL.
Colored satin cloaks covered with
white muslin are worn for pvpm'no-
wraps in England.
A Monopoly in Sea-Gulls' Egg.
For years a company of men, without
the slightest legal right to the monop
oly, has absolutely controlled the busi
ness of gathering the eggs deposited by
a multitude of obliging sea-gulls on the
Farallon Islands, about thirty-five miles
due west of the entrance to San Fran
cisco Bay. If any interlopers approached
they were immediately driven away, by
force if necessary, and even a lighthouse
keeper was instructed upon one occa
sion to attend strictly to his own partic
ular business. But the very topmost
pinnacle of impudence was reached
when the lighthouse-keepers were in
formed that the fog-horn must be no
longer sounded, inasmuch as it scared
away the gulls and thus reduced the
profits of the comyany. At this point
the San Francisco authorities wrote to
Washington to inquire what rights
these people had on the islands. The
reply was returned that they had no
rights whatever, but were interlopers
upon a reservation of the United States
and ought to be ejected. Accordingly
a marshal with twenty soldiers pro
ceeded to the islands, read the orders
of the Government to the assembled
egg-gatherers, and told them that he
was compelled to remove them. They
were eleven in number, and offered no
resistance save a formal protest, and all
boarded the steamer and were conveyed
to San Francisco. The only objection
made to leaving was raised by an old
man, the nestcr of the business, who
stated that he had been on the islands
or fourteen consecutive seasons, and
claimed to thus have acquired a right to
remain there. The others were not at
all loth to leave, as they were only paid
five cents a dozen for collecting the eggs,
and these, as thev stated, were vprv
f scarce since the introduction of the fog
horn. No further difficulty is to be an
ticipated. Greece has only five miles of railway,
and when a farmer's cow breaks a leg
he often has to carry her a long distance
to get to the track and leave her there,
so he can obtain pay for her. It's awful
unhandy. St. Louis Spirit.
Scotch and English people build their
houses to stand forever. Lord Bute is
building one in Scotland with outer
walls five feet thick.
People who live in glass houses
should take care to pull down the
blinds. Wit and Wisdom.
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Graduated bands of Rhine pebbles are
worn for Greek fillets.
Reports from the Northwest indicate
very heavy crops of cereals.
Peck's Sun speaks of a locomotive as
who. There's a switch open there.
Lawn is only eight cents per yard,
and lawn parties ought to be plenty.
There is a rumor that Gladstone is to
be raised to the peerage with the title
of Earl of Oxford.
Tennessee expects to have a million '
dollar fruit crop, and everybody hopes
she won't be disappointed.
The long-projected tunnel under the
Straits of Dover has been extended 300
feet, and progress is being made at the
rate of thirty feet a day.
A young Japanese couple are about to
be married in Boston. The expectant
groom is a student and, and the bride
was his playmate in his native land.
Illinois women like the name of
Smith. Dr. Smith, of Prairie Bend,
had no difficulty in engaging himself to
marry four of them.
Astronomer Proctor says the world
will last 50,000,000 years yet. That will
do. Any man who demands more is a
hog. JV. Y. World.
"Not one hotel in forty, large or
small, places a good cup of coffee on the
table," says a New Yorker who has trav
eled for twenty years.
An "average of 2,000 postal cards are
daily mailed in this country without
address on the face. We are becoming
an absent-minded nation.
The Philadelphia Chronicle is anxious
ly waiting to see if the Revised Testa
ment will press autumn leaves as good
as the other edition.
A Chicago drummer is in limbo in a
Wisconsin jail for hitting a hotel land
lord with twenty-one out of a possible
twenty-three codfish balls.
In the harbor of Honolulu the other
day there were ninety-eight vessels, of
which number only three were Ameri
can. Even Brazil had five.
Iron Casting.
Cast-iron was not in commercial use
before the year 1700, when Abraham
Darby, an intelligent mechanic, who
had brought some Dutch workmen to
establish a brass foundry at Bristol,
England, conceived the idea that iron
might be a substitute for brass. This his
workmen did not succeed in effecting,
being probably too much prejudiced in
favor of the metal with which they
were best acquainted. A Welsh sheph
erd boy named John Thomas, had,
some little time previous to this, been
received by Abraham Darby into his
workshop on the recommendation of a
distant relative. While looking on
during the experiments of the Dutch
workmen, he said to Mr. Darby that he
thought he saw where they missed it.
He begged to be allowed to try ; so he
and Mr. Darby remained alone in the
workshop all night, struggling with the
refractory metal and imperfect moulds.
The hours passed on and daylight ap
peared, but neither would leave his
task, and just as morning dawned they
succeeded in casting an iron pot com
plete. The boy entered into an agree
ment with Abraham Darby to serve hin
and keep the secret. He was enticed
by the offer of double wages to leave
his master, but he continued faithful,
and from 1709 to 1822 the familv of
rf
Thomas were confidential and much-
valued agents to the descendants of
Abraham Darby. For more than 100
years after the night in which Thomas
and his master succeeded in making an
iron casting in a mould of find sand,
contained in frames and with airholes
the same process was practiced and kept
secret at Colebrook Dale, with plugged
keyholes and barred doors.
Mutually Disappointed.
When General Lafayette visited this
country, he greatly enjoyed meeting the
friends he had known in the revolution,
and with whom he had shared many
hardships. But sometimes he was
sorely disappointed. The changes
which time works in all men were such
that, now and then, he could scarcely
recognize his old associates. It is equal
ly amusing, however, to know that oc
casionally his former friends were
equally disappointed in him.
He paid a visit to John Adams, at
Quincy. The expectations of both par
ties were high, and they counted on a
joyful day. But the changes of time
were not allowed for, and the reaction
was therefore great.
Lafayette said to a friend, as he was
leaving the house :
"What a sad change in Mr. Adams !
I can see scarcely a trace of the man
whom I used to admire and honor,"
Mr. Adams' comment was equally strik
ing : "I was asking myself continually,
Can this be Lafayette ? He is wholly
unlike the general whom I loved in the
revolution. It is unpleasant to miss the
old friend."
Both expected too much, and as usual,
both were disappointed. Youth s Companion.