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Roses.
Let mo lie where the roses grow;
Let thom their fresh green branches throw
Around my mound in the grass.
Ixt them lift, in their fullest glow,
Their faces high to laugh and show
A welcome to those who pass.
But lot no sound by mo ba heard
B ibble of stream, or song of bird,
Bo stilled in the calm earth's breast.
In the quiet gloom let me lie,
When the tired ear and weary eye
May take their well-earned rest.
The day is gone, so long and drear;
Sweet it i to be resting here,
In the long and silent night.
For fear and grief away are swept;
Bitter tears are no longer wept,
While I wait for endless light.
Light to reveal the cheris'ied dead
In lands from which all ills have fled.
And the ruins which death has made.
Land which never shall hear a sigh,
In which nothing but death shall die.
And the roses never fade.
Temple 3ar.
A HASTY CONCLUSION.
"Very proud family, these Beltons?"
siii.l Frederick Haynes, interrogatively,
as he stretched himself on the gratis near
the stream where he and his friend,
George Lyle, hid been fislwng.
"Oh, yes, very proud can't touch 'cm
with a forty-foot pole," laughed George
Lyle.
"Oh, you needn't laugh. You know
what's reported in town about them is
true. Mother and daughter are as proud
as Lucifer.''
"Thai's it exactly, Fred. People from
a distance can always tell y ou more about
your neighbors than you know yourself.
But what if the Beltons are proud?
That doesn't take any from the attraction
of Laura Bclton. I tell you she's a
beauty, Fred, and you must not go back
to town without an introduction."
"Now, George, I came down here to
fHi, shoot and have a good time with
you, not to make love to your prctty
pirls, and least of all to Princess Bclton.
No introduction for me, thank you. Not
that I object particularly to being intro
duced to a pretty girl, but you sec I
haven't read up my pedigree of late,
neither have I my credentials with me.
The fact is, I never could find any use
for your grandees your high-toned
families, who will not proffer the tips of
their fingers until they know who your
great-great-grandfather was.'
"Fred, you're prejudiced."
."All right; we'll let it go at that,"
siid Fred, laughing.
The morning after this conversation
Fred Haynes, who was fond of the sad
dle, probably because he was handsome
and dashing, and looked well in it,
started for a canter before breakfast.
"Not very partial to riding out before
breakfast in this part of the country,"
said Fred to himself, as he rode about
two miles without meeting anybody.
But presently the sound of horses'
hoofs coming tearing along a by-path he
was approaching fell upon his ear. He
reined back his horse and tho next mo
ment a young girl, splendidly mounted,
lashed out on the read, and on before
him.
As she appeared, Fred caught sight of
a bright, handsome face; her figure, was
perfect, and she .sat in her saddle like a
born equestrienne.
Fred was quite charmed hy the young
girl's appearance and gave a free rein to
his horse once more.
How he managed to lose control over
his horse, or how the horse managed to
land him clear across the road in an in
sensible condition, was something Fred
never could make out, unless it was that
he was paying too much attention to the
girl on before him and too little to the
spirited creature he was riding.
What had happened was painfully im
pressed on Fred's mind the minute he
opened his eyes. He tried to move, but
he groaned aloud with pain. His shoul
der and ankle were both dislocated,' and
what under Heaven was he to do here
on this lonely road, where he might lay
all day, perhaps, without seeing the face
of a human being.
Suddenly he thought of the young
girl who was before him on the road
when he fell. Did she see him fall, and
not turn back to render him any assist
ance ? No, she did not look like a girl
that would play the part of the Levite of
old.
"Oh. you have recovered. I am so
glad," said a frank, girlish voice.
And looking up, Fred beheld the girl
of his thoughts.
The train of her habit, was thrown
over her arm, and in her delicate white
hands she carried a stone jug of water.
She knelt down on the ground beside
him, bending her bright, handsome face
over him, as she said :
"Oh, I'm so glad !"
"Thank you," murmured Fred, and he
forgot that he had a shoulder and an
ankle, "but I cannot understand how it
is that 1 find myself in this condition."
"You were thrown from your horse,."
she said, dipping her hands in the water
and bathing his brow. "I think you v-e
severely injured."
Yes, Fred thought so, too, for he
moved again, and the pain of his
shoulder and ankle made him wince.
"I believe my ankle is sprained," said
Fred. '. rt
"Thenlt must be attended to without
VOL. X.
delay. Belton Villa is not a great way
from here. I will go and report your
accident and Mrs. Belton will send the
carriage "
'.wo, thank you, I would rather not
trouble Mrs. -Belton. Is there no other
house near by on this road? Are wc far
from Mr. George Lyle's? My name is
Frederic IIayne3. I am a guest of Mr.
Lyle."
"Ah, indeed!" and the young lady
opened wide her beautiful brown eyes.
"Mr. Lyle's is a considerable distance
from here; but if you are satisfied to go
to any house oa the road, why not go to
Heltons? I never heard of any of the
family refusing assistance yet to any one
m need of it."
"I suppose they wouldn't turn away a
suppliant at their door, but do vou
think the proud Miss Bclton would do
for me what you have done?" said Fred,
earnestly, as he looked straight into the
brown eyes bent so curiously upon him.
"Yes, she would, if shetook a notion,"
and the girl laughed, as she took her
handkerchief and wiped the drippin;
water from his brow.
"I shall never forget your kindness
and the trouble you have given yourself
on my account.
'Now please don't mention the trouble.
You are in need of more assistance than
I can give you, and that, too, as I said
before, without delay. Do I understand
you to say that you refuse to go to the
Belton Villa on principle?" said the girl,
laughing as if her own words amused
her.
Fred nodded his head.
"Then I will go to Granny Myres' cot
tage, where I got this water; it i3 just
round the path, and tin boys will come
and help you. Once at the cottage, you
are all right," and before Fred could
make any reply the girl was off.
"I wonder who she is? I thought she
would tell me her name when I told her
mine. I'll ask her, when she comes
back," was Fred's mental comment
But the young girl did not come back.
Two stalwart boys came instead, and
helped him up to the cottage.
She was waiting for him, though, had
the sofa ready for him to lie down, and
when he was settled comfortably, she
despatched one of the boys for a doctor.
"JNow you must keep quiet, and if
you have no objections I'll sit down
here until the doctor comes," said the
young girl, drawing a chair over to the
sofa.
Fred murmured something under
his breath about an angel, and he said
aloud :
"It is a pleasure to have you near me;
I forget all about my pain. "
"Now, don't be too complimentary,"
and the brown eyes were fixed smilingly
on his face.
"May I ask the name of my kind ben
efactrcss ?"
Ihc young gul colored to the roots
of her wavy brown hair and shook her
head.
"You must ask no questions to-day,
sue said, and Fred saw at once that she
wished to keep her name from him.
the doctor came, attended to Fred
and coolly told him that he couldn't
leave the cottage for a week.
"lou beard what the doctor said;
Avill you come and sec me again through
the week?" said Fred as he held the
young girl's hand in his as she was about
to depart.
"I will come every day," she answered
frankly.
uon t tell him who I am, granny,"
was the warning the girl gave the old
woman wlio owned the cottage as she
mounted her horse and flew away.
Wliatisthc vounsr ladv's nm?"
usklu r rcu oi tne oia woman the mo
1 1 -r, t o . , , .
ment she appeared at his bedside
"If the young lady wants you to know
she'll tell you herself," answered the old
woman in a tone that stopped all further
questioning.
a red was mystified. All he could do
was wonder who the girl could be.
"Well, this is a pretty state of affairs
&o you ve been trying your best to kill
yourseii," said the hearty voice of
George Lyle, as he entered the cottage
about an hour after the accident.
"Ueorge, I consider myself the luck
iest fellow alive," said Fred.
i !T , ......
.oeuause you were nt Killed, 1 sup
pose," answered George.
".Because 1 wasn't killed. No. Be
cause I've made the acquaintance of one
oi the prettiest one of the nicest girls
in creation.
"Yes, I know; she called at the house
and told me all about it."
"Who is she?" asked Fred, breath
lcssly.
"Miss Belton." And George Lyle
walked away, whistling.
Miss Bclton!" cried Fred, and he
started up in a manner that threatened
dislocation of the shoulder the second
time.
uut ueorge was merciful; he staved
away and allowed Fred to ask himself a
few questions'.
"JUiss VSelton, before you sit down
say that you forgive my foolish talk 'of
yesterday morning," said Fred, when
his benefactress called to see him, bright
and early next morning.
"Don't say anything about it. I have
forgotten it," and she placed her coo!
nnuKt wu ins levensa urow as she ..con-
1 3 1- r fit -
PITTSIiORO',
tinucd, smilingly: "You know I can't
help being so very proud."
When Fred recovered he didn't think
the Beltons too high-toned to visit, and
the acquaintance that was formed in
so romantic a manner ended in a mar
riage.
Dogs Biscuit
Twenty years ago the business of mak
mg aogs- oiscuit was represented by a
small shop in Holborn, nearly opposite
Chancery Lane, in London, and there
was a weekly sale of only one or two
tons. Now there is a vast factory near
London Bridge and another in New
York ; and the two factories have a daily
output and sale of from thirty to forty
tons,
This dog food is made of wheaten
flour chiefly that known as middlings
oatmeai, dates, beet root, and prairie
meat. Dates were the first article of a
vegetable or fruity nature introduced,
and have had the anti-scorbutic effect so
desirable in the feeding of dogs.
For many years dates were thec only
addition to the food employed, and at
that time it was advised that fresh vege
tables should be given twice a week ad
ditional to the biscuits. A searching
for something that would obviate the
need for this addition led to the discov
ery that the only vegetable which did
not lose its distinguishing properties
under the great heat to which the cake
is subjected in baking is beet-root; and"
as it has all the desirable elements, for
some years past all the biscuits sent out
have contained beet root.
The last ingredient is prairie meat,
which is not as many persons simnose
tallow, greases or butchers' refuse. It is
meat from the west and South America
From it all fat has been removed, but
the most valuable gristle and bones re
main to be ground up and is not only of
the best quality from a feeding point of
view, but perfectly sweet and good.
Analysis has shown that.it is much more
nutritious than the beef usually sold in
the butchers' shops for it contains only
five per cent, of water.
When the Moon Changes.
During a long storm persons who are
well versed in weather lore arc often
heard to console themselves with the
prediction that there will be a change of
weather when the moon changes.
Nasmyth and Carpenter characterize as
a popular error in its most absurd form
this belief that a gradual turning of tho
moon's face toward and away from the
sun could, .at certain points, upset the
existing condition of our atmosphere.
generate clouds and pour down rain. In
England (and the same may be said of
America) the weather changes about
every three das, and there is a chancre
of the moon every seven days, so that
many coincidents must occur. Those
who believe that "the moon rules the
weather" always credit such coinci
dences to lunar influences. But the
theory is untenable unless it applies to
every case, and unless the same effect is
always produced by the same cause. To
suppose that a changc,of the moon will
turn dry weather to wet, or wet to dry,
indiscriminately, is the merest childish
ness, and contrary to all meteorological
records. Philadelphia Inquirer.
On the Congo.
The celebrated explorer Grenfell, who
has just returned to Europe, says that
the scarcity of food on the lower Congo,
which so greatly embarrassed Stanley
and compelled his large force for some
weeks to live almost solely upon hippo
potamus meat, was not the result of a
failure of crops. The Batcke, who in
habit both banks of the river for a long
ways, prefer to live by trading their
ivory for goods, raising barely enough
food for their own use. The great de
mand for food this year exhausted their
meagre store. They have gone hungry
themselves and have been driven bv
short supplies to put more land into
crops and to extend their fisheries. Mr.
Grenfell believes the lesson will be salu
tary, and that the Bateke, seeing that
they can make food raising as profitable
as the ivory trade, will begin cultivating
the land upon a large scale. The princi
pal white stations are now encouraging
the natives near there to raise food to
sell to the whites.
Why a Tramp Sticks to a Railroad.
"And say, young man," he continued.
if you ever go travelling like me, avoid
steamships. I went as a stowaway one
time, and I'll tell you what happened
Alter three days out at sea I Avas dis
.1 m. , . -
uuvereu. xncj captain said to mp?
'Young man, you'll have to go to wdk .'
He set me to scraping off paint for nine
days. And at the end of that time wo
reached port, and, instead of being al
lowed to land, I was placed in irons and
kept there until we left, when I was
liberated and set to work airain all the
way to New York, where they allowed
me to go. I never went to sea again
Railroads arc good enough for me."
San Francisco- Chronicle
As Directed.
Old Lady (in drug store, to small boy
What am I to take this medicine in,
onriy?
Sonny Take it in your mouth, mum.
Tain't to bo rubbcdpHtflfew York
ouu,
ts. . . --- i .
CHATHAM CO., N. C,
CHILDREN'S COLUMN.
Clover Blossoms.
Treading, tripping, trudging through
The fields of blowing grasses, ,
Clover blossoms every where,
How merrily time passes !
Clover blossoms white and red
Swaying "with the grasses.
See the summer's mimic snow,
The daisy petals flying !
Ilither, thither, everywhere,
Upon the grosses lying:
O'er the clover white and red
Daisy petals flying.
What is now the time of day ?
Ask your gray heads olden,
. Who would guess that twer they
Were dandelions golden?
'Mong the clover white and red
Blow the gray heads olden.
Buttercups your story tell
And say who's fond of butter I
Violets arise and dance
For all the field's a-flutter !
See the clover white and red
Swaying with the grasses.
Jessie Hendefson, in Observer.
The Tale of a Boy Farmer.
There is a boy living in a town in New
York State whose achievements put tc
the blush the heroic deeds of precocious
youngsters in dime novel literature. The
facts of the case, according to the local
newspaper, are as follows :
Two years ago the boy's father, who
was a farmer, died, leaving a widow,
four children and an $1800 mortgage on
the farm. The eldest child, a boy of 15,
set to work at once to try to carry on
the farm. He has plowed the fields,
sowed, cultivated and reaped; he has
had sole charge of a large number of
cattle and horses on the place, has
managed a retail milk business, and
has himself marketed all the farm pro
ducts. Last summer he found time after his
work in the fields to paint the house
twice over and to build five new fences.
In the winter he not only attends to the
necessary work about the farm, but
teaches a country school three miles
away, fells timber in the woods on Sat
urdays, and writes excellent letters to
the local newspapers. The farm is not
only out of debt and in splendid condi
tion, but the lad and his mother have
enough money to buy twenty more acres
cf laud.
The home of thi3 remarkable youth is
in Phelps, Ontario County, and if any of
our readers happen to live in the vicin
ity, we should be pleased to have their
verification of the story. Golden Ar
gosy.
The Mistaken Hen.
the hrst time the pretty white hen
belonging to Mr. Farmer raised a brool
it almost broke her heart to seethe little
creatures take to the brook and go sail
ing off beyond her reach. She stood
mourniully on the bank and called to
them and promised them all sort3 ot
dainties, such as fat Avorms and big
grasshoppers. They took no notice of
her calls whatever; they floated about,
ducked their heads under water, and
came ashore when they felt like it.
As they did this every davand several
times daily, the mother hen soon be -came
a little used to it; but it was al
ways a puzzle to her. While she waited
for them on dry land she must have
wondered a great deal why they didn't
drown. At last she must have given it
up as one of those things' no hen could
find out.
The fact was, Mr. Farmer had set her
on cluck s eggs. After she had raised
half a dozen families of ducks ah nn
longer worried about fhe ways of her
broods. Possibly she thought that when
w o
she was a chicken she had known how
to swim herself, and that it was only ad
vancing age which cut her off from this
! pleasure.
But there came a day when Mr. Farmer
decided to set her upon some of her own
eggs and hatch out some chicken for
Christmas. The oid hen, nothing doubt
ing, brought off her family of nine fluffy
chickens, with the usual pride of her
race. Then, not observing that they
were differently shaped from her other
children, and that their feet were just
like her own, she strutted straight to the
brook, with the nine little victims, ex
pecting them to launch away.
But, as they refused to do so, she
feeling sure that a bath was necessary
for their health, and that they must be
taught to obey, pushed them, one and
all, into the water and drowned the
whole brood.
Tar and Feathers.
The first notice we have of the use of
tar and feathers on an offensive persom
is in a statute of Richard Coeur de Leon,,
of England, w,hich provided that any
robber voyaging with the Crusaders
"shall be first shaved, then boiling pitch
shall be poured upon his head, and a
cushion of feathers shook over it." The
offender was to be put ashore at the first
place the vessel touched and there left
to his own devices. Detroit Free
Press. ' -
Capital and Labor.
When a young man sits in the parlor
talking nonsense to his best girl that's
capital. But when he has to stay in of
vcnings after they're married that la-
t bor. Merchant Traveler.
SEPTEMBER 8, 1887.
SLEEPING. WONDERS.
Feats of Some Men While in-the
Arms of Morpheus.
Falling Asleep at the Stake and
In Battle.
Sleep in most individuals lasts for the
space of eight hours. Exceptions to this
statement are numerous ; whether t these
arise from duty or laziness we shall not
venture to examine. Sir E. Corrington,
the famous naval officer, when midship
man, could watch on deck for nineteen
hours; this left only five for sleep, which
in his case was most profound, so pro
found that no noise was sufficiently
strong to waken him. Yet if the word
"signal!" was whispered in his car he
awoke and was on deck instantly.
Reporters of the House of Commons
require great exertions to keep them
selves from sleeping. A few years ago a
distinguished member of the "gentle
men in the gallery" took down a speech
while he was sleeping. His statement
rests on his oath. Calvin tells of a
friend of reading aloud to him while
asleep. The organ of vision was alone
active.
Coleridge, the dreaming philosopher,
composed "Cubla Khan" (one of his
poems) while fast asleep. Next morn
ing he was sure there had been an ac
quisition to his literature, but was too
negligent to write the stanzas. A few
daj-s afterward he attempted to recall
the verses, but they had for the most
part fled, and the poem as it now stands
is but a fragment.
Every one knows that extreme fatigue
induces sleep, and this in spite of sur
rounding relations, which under ordi
uaijf circumstances wouiu hinder any
one from resting. Previous to the short
cning of the hours of work factory chil
dren frequently fell asleep while work
ing at the machines, although well aware
that they would incur severe punishment
by doing so. The North American In
dian, at the stake of torture, has been
known to go to sleep on the least remis
sion of agony, and will slumber until the
hre is applied to awaken him.
It is on record that during the heat of
the battle of the Nile some of the over-
fatigued boys fell asleep upon the deck,
and during the attack upon Rangoon, in
the Burmese war, the captain of one of
the steam frigates most actively cn
.1 . . .
gageu, worn out uy the excess of con
tinued mental tension, fell asleep and
remained perfectly unconscious for two
hours, within a yard of his largest guns,
which were being worked energetically
the whole period.
ir.i .'t i ..
name ana time, place and circum
stances, predispose us all to sleep. The
celebrated pedestrian, Captain Barclay,
when accomplishing his extraordinary
feat of walking 1000 miles in as many
successive hours, obtained at last such a
mastery over himself that he fell asleep
the instant he lay down. The doctor's
wife never hears the door-bell during
the night, although the noise is sufficient
to rouse the wearied husband; but should
a child in the nursery cry, then the
mother, oblivious to all other sounds,
hears at once the infant's voice.
It is related that the Abbe Faria, who
acquired notoriety through his power of
inducing somnambulism, was accustomed
merely to place his patient in an arm
chair, after telling him to shut his eyes
and collect himself, and proaounce in a
strong voice "dormcz," which was usu
ally successful.
There seems to be no limit to the won
dcrs displayed by man in sleeping. Con
dorcct, the mathematician, solved one of
his most difficult problems while asleep
a problem, too, which puzzled him
during his waking hours. A professor
of theology in the University of Basle
once wrote a sermon while asleep ; he
found it on his desk next morning. The
preceding night he could not grapple
with the subject as he desired, but the
performance of his sleeping hours was
quite satisfactory to him.
Jenny Lind was one of the most cele-
oratea singers oi ncr time. jno one
could rival her powers except a factory
girl, who sang sometimes better than the
famous Jenny. The girl could not at
tempt any difficult piece when awake,
but when sleeping she sang so correctly,
so like the renowned artiste, that it was
difficult to distinguish between their
voices. On one occasion Mile. Lind
heard the girl, and even tested the ac
curacy of her powers by giving her a long
and elaborate chromatic exercise. This
the sleeping girl performed, much to the
wonder of the famous Swedish singer.
London Telegraph.
A Quick Filter.
'.'For a quick filter, take a clear piece of
chamois skin, free from thin places, cut
it of the desired length, wash it in a
weak solution of sal soda or any alkali
to remove the grease, and rinse thor
oughly in cold water before using. Tinc
tures, elixirs, syrups, and even muci
lages, are, says a writer in Druggists' Cir
cular, filtered rapidly. A pint of the
thickest syrup wtil run through in four
or five minutes. By washing thorough
ly after each time of using it will last a
long time.
NO. 2.
The World's tioid.
voia is dispersed over almost all the
world, in one or other of those various
forms, either in auriferous quartz,
ancient river gravels, in modern allu
vium Or On fhf herls nf sfronma Tn
- w hj a
Britain where large quantities exist in
the form of sovereigns, a certain amount
of local gold is found near Dolgelly, dis
persed through veins or quartz, but
hardly in sufficient quanties to repay
ting. In Scotland a few of the
streams in Sutherland, tributaries of the
Helmsdale river, bring down small nug
gets from the neighboring drift. In Ire
land gold occurs in places among the
Wicklow hills, but none has yet been
discovered in the natural matrix, though
a few specks have sometimes been
observed on rocks in different parts of
the country. Europe as a whole, how
ever, is poor in gold. A little has at
times been mined in the Thuringian
lorest; considerable amounts exist in
Bohemia; Hungary and Italy yield fair
quantities; and a moderate amount is
found in the Ural mountains, both in
original deposits and in beds of river
sand. In the last-named case, the
specks are too small to be separately
visible to the naked eye.
In Asia there is far more gold. India
has a vast amount, if you can only get at
u A do not wish to encourage reckless
speculation chiefly by crushing very
solid rock. S:beria also
"
of gold, and other outlying countries
come in for their share. But where
Africa's sunny fountains roll down their
golden sand, or, to be more precise, on
the gold coast
richer deposits have long been known.
while the Transvaal just at present
forms the newest Eldorado of adven
turous miners and still more adventur
ous, not tO S8V foolish inwafnra T
America there is gold in California, gold
in the Rocky mountains, gold in the Al-
leghanies, gold in Canada. And in
Australia there is more gold still, though
the yield of late has steadily fallen off,
and the mines of Victoria have begun to
show symptoms of gradual exhaustion.
Cornhill.
The Old Man Was Too Hasty.
A staid old Hubbardston farmer came
to the Hub yesterday to do "a leetlo
tradin'," and as he meandered down
Washington street "headed for the
Fitchburg depot," as he said, he sud
denly halted, gazed excitedly at a sign
in front of a clothing-house, and then
darted into the store exclaiming, 4 'Well, I
vum, that is good!" After due deliber
ation he selected a $10 suit of clothes,
tendering in payment just $7. "That's
the right change, sir," said he to the
astonished clerk. 4 'But I don't under
stand it; I told you that suit would be
$10," argued the clerk. "Yes, I know,
but don't your old sign out at the door
say, "All we want is 70 cents on the
dollar?' " and picking up his new pur
chase the honest old Hubbardston far
mer hastily left. He trotted along con
gratulating himself on his wonderful
smartness, and was heard to mutter, 4 'I
guess I'm lively enough for these 'ere
city folks." But a sudden change came
"o'er the spirit of his dreams" after he
had walked a short distance. A look of
utter disgust overspread his face, the
bundle fell from his arms, and in a
mournful tone he said, 44 Why didn't I
look around a little before I bought
them clothes?" The cause of his con
sternation was another clothing sign
that read: "Goods sold here at. half
price." After studying the situation
several minutes he resumed his journey
depotward, saying, 4 4I might have saved
$5 just as well as not if I hadn't been in
such a pesky hurry." Boston Post.
Wooden Shoes.
The wooden shoes in use among the
French peasantry, have, I see, been in
troduced in London for children's wear.
The wooden shoe is not in very free use
with us. French workmen in certain
classes of factories and shops where the
floors are always wet have adopted
them and you can buy them in the
French quarter, where they form part of
the stock of every small grocery store.
Like snow-shoes they require that the
wearer shall be educated up to them,
and no one will ever wear them
who can afford to wear a leather shoe.
Leather uppers with wooden soles are
worn by many workmen at work and
these are clumsy and ponderous enough.
When it comes to a shoo entirely of
wood the Anglo-Saxon foot must kick.
New York News.
"Now I Lay Me."
The authorship of the little praye
"Now I Lay Me," is thus accounted
for in an almanac of the year 1691, in
the possession of the Massachusetts
Historical Society. The advertisement
reads: "There is uow in the press and
will suddenly be extant, a second' im
pression of the New England Primer,
enlarged, to which is added directions
for spelling the Prayer of K. Edward
the VE, and verses made by Mr.
Rogers, the martyr, left as a legacy to
his children. Sold by Benjamin Har
ris, at the Loudon Conec House in Bos
ton." From this notice we learn that
"Now I Lay Me," is among the verses
made by Mr. Rogers, the martyr.- De
troit Free Press.
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Tho Highwayman.
Did you ever meet a robber, with a pistol and
a knife, .
Whose prompt and cordial greeting was,
"Your money or your lifel"
Who, while you stood a-trembling,with your
hands above your head,
Took your gold, most grimly offering to pay
you in cold load?
Well, I once met a robber; I was going home
to tea;
The way was rather lonely,though not yet toe .
dark to see
That the sturdy rogue who stopped me there
was very fully armed;
But I'm honest in maintaining that I didn't
feel alarmed.
He was panting hard from running, so I,
being still undaunted, -Very
boldly faced the rascal and demanded
what he wanted.
I was quite as big as he was, and I was not
-out of breath,
So I didn't fear his shooting me, or stabbing
me to death.
In answer to my question the highwayman
raised an arm
And pointed it straight at me, though I still
felt no alarm;
He did not ask for money, but what he said
was this,
"You cannot pass, papa, unless you give your
boy a kiss!"
Allen G. Bigelow, in St. Nicholas.
HUMOROUS.
Aboard bill The carpenter's state
ment. Canada will soon thirst for peace if
she goes to war on codfish.
A squall makes sailboats capsize, but
makes a baby's mouth one size larger.
If some men knew as much as they
talked there wouldn't be any sale for the
encyclopedia.
At the rate centenarians are increas
ing in this country there will be soon no
young people left.
Tramp "Are you going in bathing
sir?" Gentleman "Yes." Tramp
4 'Shall I hold your pockctbook?"
Recent statistics show that the export
ation of cheese from this country to Eng
land has attained mity proportions.
4 'Two knots an hour isn't such bad
time for a clergyman," smilingly said
the minister to himself, just after he had
united the second couple.
"John," said the wife of a base-ball
umpire, "Tommy has been a very bad
little boy to-day." "Is that so?" he re
plied, absent-miudedly. 4 'Well, I'll fine
him twenty-five dollars."
Alarmed Pedestrian (picking up a
painter at the foot of a ladder) My
poor man, are you hurt much? Painter
Only three ribs broken. But I went
down with colors flying, didn't I?
4 'How old are you, my son?" asked an
old gentleman of a 4 'tot" who was cele
brating his birthday. 4 'I'm 4," was the
reply, "and I'm mighty glad of it; I was
getting very tired of being 3 all the
time."
' i i
The Capricious Candle.
Put a lighted candle behind a bottle,
pickle jar, stove pipe or any other ob
ject having a polished surface, then
station yourself about twelve inches
from the object, so that it hides the flame
of the candle from you, and blow with
your breath. The candle will be very,
easily extinguished, in consequence of
the currents of air that you have created
around the object meeting near the
flame. With a board or a sheet of card
board of the width of the bottle, ex
tinction would be impossible.
This experiment has a counterpart
that has been communicated to use by
Mr. Harmand of Paris.
Take two bottles, instead of one, and
place them alongside of each other, so as
to leave a space of half an inch between
them. Place the candle opposite this
space, and, preserving the same distance
as before between your mouth and the
candle, blow strongly against the flame.
Not only will the latter not be extin
guished, but it will incline slightly to
ward you as if through the effect of suc
tion. This phenomenon, which is
analogous to the preceding, is due to the
fact that as a portion of the air cannot
pass between the bottles, it flows around
their exterior and returns to the operator.
j Lc Chercheur.
Where Captain John Smith was Killed.
"Why don't you people locate the
exact spot where the Indians placed
Captain John Smith upon the rock to
kill him?" Iasked of two gentlemen of
an antiquarian turn who were perusing
some old Virginia records. "Well,"
answered one of them, 4 'that is a hard
question to settle. Sometimes we have
strong reasons for locating the spot at
4Powhatan' just below the city; then
again we think it ought to be further
down the river, but since so many relic
hunters have chipped pieces from a -big
rock at 'Powhatan' believing that they
were securing fragments of the stone up
on which Smith's head was placed to re
ceive blows from the clubs of the In
dians, it seems a pity to weave out facts
that would mar the legendary lore that
has so long clustered about 'Powhatan'
jnd the 'stone in the yard.'"
Ambignons.
'And how did you like America,
Count?"
4 'Ah 1 zc longer I stay away, ze bettor
I like it." Life.
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