Charlotte fttcsscnmr.
CHARLOTTE, N. C., Sept., 4, 1886.
OUR CHURCHES.
St. Michael's (P. E.) church, Mint St. Ser.
vices at 11 A. M,, and 8 P.M. Sunday School
at 4 P. M. Rev. P. P. Alston, Pastor
* M. E. Church. South Graham St; Services,
at 3P. M , and BP. M. Sundav School at
10 A. M Rev. S. M. Haines, Pastor
First Baptist chu- ch, South Church St; Ser
Sices at 11 A. M., S P. M. and 8 P. M. Sunday
School at 1 P. M. Rev. A. A. Powell, Pastor.
Ebenezer Baptist church, East. 2nd St. Ser
vices at 11 A. M.. 3 P. M., and 8 P. M. Sun
day School at IP. M. Rev. Z. Haughton,
Pastor.
rresbvteriau eburh, comer "th and College
Services at 3 P. M.. and 8 P. M. Sunday
School at 10 A. M. Rev. R- P. Wyche. Pastor.
Clinton Chapel, (A. M. E. Z.) Mint St; Ser
vices at 11 A. M„ 3 P. M.. and BP. M. Sun
day School at 1 P. M. Rev. M. Slade, Pastor
Little Rock (A. M. E. Z.), E. St.
Services at 11 A. M.. 3 P , and BP. M. Sun
day School at 1 P. M. Rev. We Johnson;
! Pastor.
The mountain lions of Montana are
large and ferocious and they frequently
attack full-grown steers. The territory
offers $8 for every scalp, and the cow
boys make quite a business of hunting
them in the winter. Lions are often
killed measuring nine feet from tip to
tip, and weighing 200 to 300 pounds.
Many more measuring from ten to eleven
feet are frequently bagged, and occasion
ally a monster reaching twelve feet. '
The Governor of Algeria has discovered
» use for standing armies in time of
peace. The greater part of the grain
crop, he reports, has been saved by tui n
ing the military loose on the locusts and
crickets. No less than two hundred and
seventy-six cubic metres of locusts’ eggs
and nine, thousand five hundred cubic
| metres of crickets were destroyed. The
forced labor employed for this purpose,
•dds the report, represents a day's work
of reventecn hundred thousand natives—
a sad commentary on the son of the
desert's capacity for work.
There is trouble over the famous Na
rarro flats in New York, the model and
mammoth apartment buildings that were
to revolutionize methods of living, min
imize the inconveniences and annoyances
ir.d afford the maxima of comfort, lux
iry and convenience for housekeepers.
The plan doesn't appear to have proved
wholly successful, and the insurance
'ompany which holds a mortgage of sl,-
T liO.OOJ on the buildings is to foreclose
:*s claim, while sums aggregating $40,-
;0) are due for taxes, water-rent and
sther incidentals. The condition of af
fairs seems to indicate that there is a line
a apartment-house building which it
sn't safe to pass. Persons who can af
ford to pay for such accommodations as
;be Navano plan promised not unnatu
rally prefer in most cases to own their
>wc houses.
Statistics in regard to newspapers
seem easy to obtain, yet it is asserted
-.hat for the first time an accurate count
ng appear: in a report read before the
Imperial German Diet. According to
rhis there are 34,000 journals in circula
t:on in the world. Half are printed in
Tnglish, one quarter in German and the
rest in other languages. America has
12,000 and Europe 19,000. These fig
ures are much larger than those given in
‘■Hubbard's Directory for 1882.” Less
than 25,000 are estimated there as min
istering to the world's daily information.
The “Encyclopaedia Brittanies” assigns
no newspapers to Japan. The Japanese,
however, are not 60 badly off and have
journals devoted to various subjects.
Seven are medical in character, nine re
late to sanitary interests and twenty-nine
endeavor to popularize science. A very
creditable showing to their taste.
The New York Graphie says that
‘ ‘nothing is more interesting to those who
live on Staten Island or at one of the lit
tle bayside villages than to watch the in
coming and outgoing steamers and ves
sels on the daily trips up and down the
bay. The first thing that one realizes is
that Great Britain rules the ocean, sot
her blood-red flag is found on nearly
every ship, from the colossal Atlantic
liner to the moribund and leaky fishing
smack from Canada. Most of the Brit
ish flags, however, are on iron ships.
The wooden vessels that are to be seen by
the thousands in the bay fly the flag: of
Norway, Germany, Portugal, Spain and
Italy. A good many of them seem too
rottea to cross Lake Michigan, much less
the cccan. Some Norwegian “ships”
come in that are not 100 feet long. But
when you see an American vesael she is
worth looking at, and is conspicuous
among those of other nations by reason of
her towering but graceful masts, long,
aharp hull, trim and taut top hamper and
general tidy appearance. Most of the
sea-going American ships are engaged in
the California trade. Some English ocean ;
tramps are seen that might easily be mis
taken for first claas Atlantic liner*. The
majority of the iron freight steamers ap-I
pear to be engaged in the transportation -
«f live cattle, and are easily distinguished i
hy the rough wooden house: that run the 1
whole length of the deck. They lie out i
in the bay an 2 the cattle walk aboard }
from a lighter alongaide, when it would |
aeem much leu troublesome and expen
sive for the steamer to go right up to the
dock and take the cattle from the cars,
hereby living one transhipment.”
THE WINDS.
The North wind’s howling legions
Swept down from boreal regions,
FTOm the pallid zone whore winter's throne
Wes wrought in tho wide waste, wan and
lone,
Uunumbored years ago;
They come on wings whoso flutteringe
Bestrew the world with snow,
And their icy breath is bitter death,
Their footfall only woe.
The East wind comes with sadness
And pain, and midnight madness,
From a solitude where curses brood
And poisoned dews on the dales are strewed,
And sorrow throttles gladness;
It comes like a ghost from spectral coast
Where cypress branches wave,
And out of its plumes fall ghastly glooms
Like those that, encircle the grave.
The South wind comes a sighing,
To buds and blooms replying,
Ho comes in quest of love and rest,
And presently, on a rose's breast,
In rapture lies a-dying;
He conies like dreams, and only seems,
His cradle is his tomb;
His life is a song to murmuring streams,
His death—a rich perfume.
The zephyr, fragrance laden,
BriDgs balm to man and maiden—
Brings dove-eyed rest to the troubled breast
From the mystical regions of the West—
From love's enchanted Aiden;
It comes with news as fresh as the dews
That gather in starry hours,
With wonderful store of tender lore
From the sweet book of the flowers.
—George K. Camp.
ATTACKED BY PIRATES.
•lames Torrence was a foremost hand
on the British bark Huntress, and one
morning in the seventies we left Singa
pore, bound to the South byway of the
Straits of Sunda. We had sixteen hands
on the bark, and for armament we had
a nine-pounder mounted on a carriage
and a good supply of muskets and pikes.
All of the seas to the north of Australia
are suspicious waters for an honest ship.
Pirates have abounded there ever since
ships began to sail, and I’m thinking it will
be long before the business is wiped out.
There are hundreds of islandsin the Java
and Banda Seas, and each one of them
offers a secure headquarters for a gang
of native pirates. They are not as bold
as before the government cruisers got or
ders to patrol those waters, and sink
every craft which could not show honest
papers; but they are there still, and the
temptations are too great to expect they
can ever be entirely suppressed. On our
way up, when off the Red Islands, on the
northwestern coast of Sumatra, we over
hauled an Italian brig called the Cam
pello. She was stripped of sails, cordage
and most of her cargo, and had been set
fire to and scuttled. For some reason
the flames died out, and the water came
In so slowly that she was floated six
hours after the pirates abandoned her.
Our mate was sent off to board her, and
he found a shocking state of affairs. She
had been laid aboard without resistance by
two native boats, armed only with musket 3
and pistole The crew- had at once been
made prisoners, and set to work to strip
the ship and hoist out such cargo as the
pirates coveted. She was run in behind
one of the islands and anchored, and for
three days and nights tho pirates were
hard at work on her. Each man of the
crew worked under a guard during the
day. and at night Captain and all were
secured in Ihe forecastle. The crew
numbered fourteen.
Toward evening of the third day the
pirates had secured all their plunder. Sev
everal native crafts had been loaded and
tailed up the coast to some rendezvous,
and only one remained to take on the last
of the plunder. As no actual violence
had been offered Captain or crew during
the three days, there was hope that the
pirates would go away and leave thorn in
possession of the robbed and dismantled
brig. Just what shift they would have
made in this case I cannot say, for the
craft was left without sail, rope, block
or provisions. About 4 o’clock in the
afternoon the crew were ordered forward,
while the natives collected aft, and at a
given signal fire was opened on the de
fenceless men. To their credit let it he
recorded that they seized whatever weap
ons they could lay hands on and dashed
at the pirates, but it was simply to die
like brave Lien. In ten minifies the last
one was shot down. The pirates then
raised the anchor and got it into their
boat, bored holes in the ship’s bottom,
and started a fire in the hold amidships.
The information I have given you came
from a little chap on board who was
making his first voyage as an apprentice.
He was, if I remember right, only thirteen
years old. On the morning of the third
day he managed to hide among the
cargo, and the pirate: completed their
work and sent the hulk drifting out to
sea without having missed him. lie was
on deck to catch the painter of the
mate's boat when she drew alongside,
and to one of our crew who could speak
Italian he gave the story as straight an
the Captain could have talked.
We reported the affair at Singapore,
and a British gunboat was sent off to in
vestigate. She returned before we had
completed our loading, and reported
that ahe had made no discoveries. It
was a warning for our Captain, and he
wisely determined to heed it. We took
on shell and grape for our cannon, a
dozen revolvers ware purchased for the
crew, and on the very day we left, the
Captain brought aboard two very heavy
rifles which he had picked up somewhere
•t a bargain. I call ’hem rifles, but they
were young cannon, carrying a tbreo
ounce ball, with powder enough behind
it to kick the marksman half way across
ti e ship. Wo left Singapore as well pre
pared as a m reliant vessel could be, and
it seems that the. Captain was advised to
bear well up toward Borneo, and give
the Red islands a wide berth. We
crossed the equator at least a hundred
miles to the east of the islands, us I over
heard the Captain say, and then altered
our course to the southeast, calculating
to pass to the cast of Biliton Island be
fore hauling away for Sunda Strait.
The bark made good weather of it,
and we had crossed the equator and run
down on the new course until Biliton
might have been sighted from the mast
head, when there came a calm. The
wind had died away about midforenoon,
and the drift of the bark was to the
north. We looked for a change at sun
set, but nothing came, and the night
passed without wind enough to move s
feather. My watch was below when day
light came, and we got tho word to turn
ap lively. To the Northeast, off the
coast of Borneo, two or three green
Islands were in sight, and between us
snd the islands were two native craft
bearing down upon us. These craft were
about the size of pilot boats, half decked
over, and rigged like a catboat. They
had been sighted when six or seven miles
away, and aa my watch came on deck
the mate descended from the perch aloft,
where he had been using the glass, and
reported to the captain that the craft
were approaching us by the use of sweeps.
The calm still held, but it was clear
enough to a sailor’s eye that we should
have a breeze as soon as the sun began
to climb up. No man asked himself
the errand of those boats making out for
the Huntress. At that time and locality
there could be but one answer. The
Captain presently called us aft and said:
“Men, the craft which you see pulling
out for us are pirates. We shall have a
breeze within an hour, but they will be
here fii ft. If we cannot heat them off,
we are dead men. They take no prisoners.
I look to see every man do his duty.”
Wc gave him a cheer, and began our
preparations. The cook was ordered to
fill his coppers full of wa|er and. start
a rousing fire, and the arms wiro
brought up and served out. There were
three or four men who had served at a
heavy gun, and these took charge of the
cannon, and the piece was loaded with
a shell. When the Captain called for
some one to use the rifles, the only man
who answered was an American. He took
them aft, loaded them with his own
hands, and by the time the pirates were
within a mile we were as ready as we
could be. The bark was lying with her
head to tho cast, and the fellows were
approaching us from the north, on our
broadside. The mate kept his glass
going and announced that both craft
were crowded with men, but that he
could see no cannon. They made slow
progress, and we were impatient to open
the fight. By and by, when they might
have been three-quarters of a mile away,
the Captain passed word for the gunners
to send them a shot. In a few seconds
the big gun roared, and we all saw that
the shell flew over the pirates and burst
in the air. It was a good line shot and
something to encourage, but before tho
cannon sent another shot the American
had a try with one of the rifles. Tho
mate was watching his shot from the
rigging, and the report had scarcely died
away before he shouted:
“Good for the Yankee! He hit at least
a couple of them.”
The second shell from the cannon hurst
over one of the boats and took effect on
some of the men, as reported hy the
mate. The American then fired again,
and again his bullet told. We were doing
bravely and were full of enthusiasm, but
the struggle was yet to come. The fel
lows bent their energies to creeping
closer, and pretty soon they opened on tis
with musketry, and the balls began to
sing through the rigging in a lively man
ner. We had our musdets ready, but
the Captain ordered us to hold our fire
and keep sheltered behind the rail. One
of the piratical craft was a quarter of a
mile in advance of the other, and the
third shell from the cannon burst aboard
of her, and must have killed and
wounded a dozen or more men. There
was great confusion aboard, and she re
mained stationary until tho other craft
came up. During this interval the Ameri
can got in two more shots, which found
victims. We now looked upon the vic
tory as assured, and there was cheering
from one end of the ship to the other. We
were a little ahead of time. The third
shot from our big gun burst it, and al
though no one was hurt, we w ere thus
deprived of a great advantage.
As soon as the Captain knew what had
happened, be called upon all the crew to
shelter themselves and wait to fire at
close quarters. One man was detailed to
assist the cook with the hot water, and
powder and bullets were placed handy
for reloading tho muskets. I was sta
tioned near tho gun carriage, and I no
ticed several shells lying about under
foot. The American kept firing away
with the rifles, knocking over a pirate
at every shot, and pretty soon the two
craft were near enough for us to open
fire with the muskets. I presume wo
wasted a good many shots, for wo wore
green hands and greatly excited, but I
am likewise certain that we also did
great execution. We had a plunging
fire down upon a mass of half-naked fel
lows, and we must have weeded out a
full third of them. There was no air
stirring, and tho smoke soon grew thick
about us. By and by the shouts and
yelle of the pirates sounded close at hand,
and their craft were laid alongside and
they began climbing the rail. We now
flung down the muskets and used tho re
volvers and pikes. When the revolvers
were empty we used capstan bars, clubbed
muskets, or whatever we could lay
hands upon. Our rail was clear in half
a minute, and then I picked up a shell
and a burning wad and ran forward. A
dozen natives had gained the bow and
were pushing our men hack. I lighted
the fuse and gave the shell a roll along
tho deck into the crowd, and I give you
my word that not one of them was left
alive after tho explosion. One of our
men on the quarter threw a second shell,
and I brought the third one and threw it
from the bow.
The fight was ended. A hit of wind
blew tho smoke away, and we looked
down upon a terrible sight. The boats
seemed full of dead and wounded, the
living sought shelter under the half
decks. Why, there were bodies without
heads, heads without bodies, and arms
and legs and pieces of bloody meat enough
to mate tho bravest turn pale. As we
cut their lashings they drifted off, and
the American with his big rifles, and two
or three of the men with muskets, kept
up a fire on everything that moved. Pres
ently the breeze came up, and as we made
sail and got the hark where we could
handle her we ran down for the dhows.
They were light built, and it needed
only a fair blow to crush them. The first
one we struck on her starboard quarter,
and, although tho bark glanced rr" wc
crushed in her timbers, and she fii, betid
went down inside of five Ve
were about twenty living ir e9-
other, and as wc bore down’ oW
a good pace they uttered shcl'^ ot \' ct Air
and made signs of surrender' ;rf Cap
tain had no mercy for them. Wc put
the ship right at the dhow’s broadsidie,
and we cut. her square in two and rolled
tlie bew one way and the stern the other,
while the living, wounded, and dead
went into the sea together.— New York
Gun
At a Fair In Savoy.
Clcsa to the gendarmerie there stands
a caravan, the portal of which is deco
rated with a picture calculated to strike
terror into th" doughtiest heart. It rep
resents a French sailor being leisurely
eaten up by a band of savages. Al
though the luckless mariner is almost
dismembered, the expression of his face
betokens an intense interest in the ulti
mate fate of his own left leg, which is, to
all appearances, literally a bone of con
tention between two of the bon vivants.
A red-tuffed cap and a striped jersey,
lying near, would lead one to suppose
that a beloved comrade is by this time
undergoing the process of digestion.
And above all this is a richly-emblazoned
scroll, which states with pardonable
tautology that for two sous a head the
public can sec tho man-eating cannibal
from Patagonia. The door is opened as
the clock strikes twelve and the booth is
opened. In aa iron cage is the savage,
clad in little more than a string of shells
and an elaborate headdress. Ho is but
small and, despite his dusky skin, is by
no moans so terrible as one might have
expected. The proprietor of the show
is a voluble little Gascon, who rapidly
relates the history of the cannibal and
the thrilling incidents of his capture.
The story finished, the keeper cuts with
! a short sword some raw meat from a
joint and, unbolting the cage door,flings
it to the savage. The latter seizes it and
tears at it ravenously. The keeper turns
away for a moment to relight his cigar
ette, when a wild shriek is heard and a
general stampede commences. The Gas
con, it seems, has omitted to bolt the
door, and the cannibal, having seized a
club which had hitherto been lying in
the corner of his cage, has dashed out
among the audience. Well might the
women clasp their children and cry sot
aid. The proprietor, however, is equal
to the emergency. Throwing himself
with drawn sword before the savage, h(
drives him back, inch by inch, to the
dim recesses of his lair. The door is
once more bolted,and the keeper is over
whelmed with gratitude and caporal
cigars. His heroism is the talk of the
fair, and the booth is crammed all day
long. The other showmen, however,
laugh incredulously. Every fair com
mences, they say, with a similarly tragic
occurrence, and they hint that Cheuzel,
the “man-eating eanniblc,” is a very
harmless native of the South Pacific
Islands, with an unrequited attachment
for the pig-faced lady, and a pretty taste
in the matter of entre -London Globe.
In Egypt, on the River Nile, as well as
fa Italy, on the Po, the custom of travcl
fag for bee pasturage lias been continued
from the remotest ages to the present
time, as there is about seven weeks dif
ference in tho vegetation on the Upper ;
and Lower Nile. They use large fiat- !
boats holding from sixty to one hundred !
hives of bees, and float slowly along as
tho vegetation advances. The sinking
of a boat to a certain depth in the water
indicates when they have filled the hivea
with houey.
There are 200,000 Italian settlers in the
Argentine Republic, 82,000 in Brazil
40,000 in Uruguay, and 6,000 in Mex co’
LAOlir COLUMN.
Mrs. Cleveland in Cbnrch.
“When Mrs. Cleveland goes to church,
says a Washington letter to the Memphis
Avalanche, “as soon as she enters the I
pew snd takes a scat, she drops her
pretty head upon her daintily gloved ,
hand and devotes a moment to silent ,
prayer. Then she settles herself for a
quiet attention upon the service. She
knows, of course, that she is the targe
of every eye in the church, and, though
she tries to conceal her embarrassment,
she is not able to do so entirely. When
the pastor gives out the hymn she is glad
to turn her attention to the hymn-book
and forget the uncomfortable feeling
which is the natural result of being
stared at. When the minister leads in pray er
her head is bowed, and it drops a little
lower when he prays for ‘the chief magis
trate of the nation’ and adds a petition
for ‘those that are dear to him.’ She
does not fidget about and lean up in the
corner and rest her head upon her hand
as Grover docs, but sits straight and quiet,
listening to the sermon from beginning
to end. Os course she fans herself con
stantly, for she would not be a woman if
she did not. When the basket goes
around, she drops her contribution mod
estly into it, and when the closing hymn
is given out, finds not only the hymn but
the doxology corresponding in metre
with it, and follows them closely to the
end. When the services end, every neck
is craned to get a look at her face and
figure. She tries to appear unconcerned,
bows to the church people near her
whom she knows, talks a little to those
nearest her, and is evidently relieved
when the carriage door bangs and she is
hidden from view of the crowd that was
gathered on the sidewalk to see her pass
from the church door to the carriage.
Throughout, her conduct is full of dig
nity and gentle grace.”
A Romantic Wedding.
Herman Krause and Anna Eeschen
bach, each of whom was born in the lit
tle German town of Friederichsaw on the
Rhine about thirty-eight years ago, and
whose peculiar outfit and small acquaint
ance with the English language indicated
that they were strangers to these shores,
were married yesterday by Mayor Whit
ney in his office m the City Hall, Brook
lyn. The Mayor and Secretary Phillips
each kissed the bride and wished the
couple all kinds of prosperity. It was
not until after they had gone that the
Mayor learned that the marriage was the
climax of a long and romantic attach
ment. Tho story is that Herman and
Anna, when a boy and a girl together in
the little town on the Rhine, had fallen
in love. When the Franco-German war
broke out Herman became a soldier
and Anna, with equal patriotism,
accompanied his corps as a nurse
in [one of the Red Cross Hospital
wagons. Early in the campaign Her
man, with a score of his comrades, were
mown down by a French shell, and being
supposed to be dead, he was buried with
others in a trench. During the night
Anna went to the trench and dug up the
body of her supposed lover. To her
surprise he showed 6igns of life. He
was sent to the hospital and he recov
ered. Anna’s grief, however, was in
tense when she wtas informed that an in
jury to his skull was of such a nature
that he could never'rccover his reason.
Years rolled on, Krause remaining in a
military hospital and Anna in her native
village. Her father had meanwhile come
to this country, and nearly two years ago,
in despair of ever seeing Krause restored
to reason, she joined him in Brooklyn.
Last fall a German physidan succeeded
in performing an operation on Krause’s
skull, which brought it back to its nor
mal condition, and this restored his rea
son. He then thought of the girl who
had followed him to the war and saved
his life, and he never rested until he
found her in this country.
The marriage followed as a matter of
; course. Mayor Whitney, who believes
I the story, says it is not more improbable
than other tales of love and war which ,
he has heard. — New York Sun.
Fashion Notes.
White silk stockings are quite the thing
as a novelty in foot wear.
Corduroy is tho most desirable material
for boys’ knockabout suits.
Black jersey silk gloyes arc embroid
ered on the back in fine jets.
The skirts of pongee dresses have a |
broad band of colored velvet at the bot- 1
tom.
Black lace skirts are worn with bodices 1
of colored crepe de chine, silk, aatin or j
moire antique.
Wide white Hercules braid fringed and |
knotted at the ends is used as sash belts
for little girls.
Turkish crcpe« are among the prettied
inexpensive cotton dress goods. Laces
trim them admirably.
Afternoon dresics of faille veiled with i
lace have overdresses of figured silk !
having the same colored ground as the I
plain faille.
Dee,, collar, of | n re reaching to the j
shoulders „rc worn with afternoon 1
dresses. They arc finished about the
thoat w lt h a band and bow of,bevel-
SiT"* *•*-!■
row.
“By their works shall jra know them."
—Watches. — Merchant Traveler.
The more you cheque a spendthrift
the faster he goes.— National Weekly.
Why is s successful pouitry-msn like
a carritge-builders? Because he make*
a coop-pay.
The barber can be relied upon for data
in the making up of “crop” reports.—
Yonkers Gaeette.
Away to get even with the Canadians
on the fishery question: Make them eat
shad.— Boston Poet.
A theatrical manager in London saya
that 150,000 persons in that city live by
playing. — Free Press.
A young man who lives on a rich
mother-in-law is not necessarily a Canni
bal, but approaches that tribe for lazi
ness.—National Weekly.
Australia has hsd a ball game, but as
the Australians have not learned to kick
at the umpire's decisions, it was not very
exciting.— Lowell Citizen.
“I know what the nights of labor are,”
said the mother of six boys os she sat
down to repair the pile of trousers and
jackets.—Bolton Courier.
Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes used to be
an amateur photographer. When he pre
sented a picture to a friend, he wrote on
the back of it: “Taken by O. W. Holmes
& Sun ."—Detroit Free Press.
Bornsterne Bornson, the Norwegian
poet, wants to come to America for
visit, [jjjjjjjjj-] Those j’s belong
in the name somewhere, and the reader
can distribute them to suit his taste.—
Norwich Bulletin.
IV hat every married man in this coun
try wants is a trained, tierce-looking lit
tle mouse that will appear whenever
called. It will stampede a family quarrel
in less time than it takes to provoke
| one.— Moton Teleqraph.
“Have you heard Miss Simpson sing
| since she returned from Europe?” “Sev
i oral times.” “Do you think she ha? im
proved?'’ "Very much.” “In what
particular?” “She doesn't sing as much
] as she used to.”- Musical Journal.
“Horace, why don't you sit down ?
| You’ve been standing there for over an
hour.” “Cawn’t sit down, Fweddie.
Going to the reception, you know.”
! “Well, what of that ? It's early yet.”
1 “Just had my twowsers eweased, Fwed
‘ i die. Do you think I’ve got s-s-s soften
! | es the bwain S”— Life.
i ' •
How to Punish Children.
“How to punish children.’’ said Prof.
r Adler,in a lecture recently, “is one of the
. burning questions of the day. Vpon it
depends in a greater degree than people
3 imagine the welfare of the state, th«
1 family, society and the ethical develop.
ment of humanity itself. We would be
8 the physicians onr enemies; wo would
, profit by their hostility and lead them tc
’ a better mind by gentleness and firmness
t combined, and even chastise them when
, their own good and social advancement
r require it. How many parents know how
s to punish children?
“A child will grow up, in nine cases
out of ten, the embodiment of the in
fluences that surround him. Ncverchastisr
, a child in anger. Socrates, the great
Pagan philosopher, refrained from pun
, , ishing a slave until his passion had
, i cooled. An angry father sets a perilous
. example to his offspring. He exhibits his
weakness when he should be firm and
I contained. The child drinks in the les
son,and his moral ua'ureis lacerated and
| warped.
, “llow many children arc spoiled by
discouragement? Parents grumble and
chide the livelong day, and never praise.
It js wrong. Nothing will so effectually
[ crush a child's ambition to be good and
!! noble. The sweet approbation of a good
J mother is enough to make a young mar
j face fire and death in a worthy cause.”
, ■ Queer Tavern.
George Wickham, the brother of ex
' Mayor Wickham, who has just relumed
from Europe and dazzled the other dia
mond merchants with the splendor of
his importations, describes an eccentric
establishment in Shoreditch, London,
known as “Dirty Dick's.” The original
proprietor would not have the spiders
disturbed nor the floor swept, and was
■ imitated by a chop house in Tham* s
| street, New York. But he had other pe
i cuiiarities which are not observed by his
j successors. No person could tie served
i twice at his bar on the tame day. Wags
I who tried to deceive the landlord by
: walking out and then coming back
I through another door, with their coet
| collars turned up and their hats tipped
over their eyes, discovered that the bar
keeper was keen enough to dete't them,
and that the rule was inflexible. All
drinks were the tame price. For three
pence you might take a glass of ale. of
1 gin, of brandy or of champagne. The
! queer tavern in a street of London, which
! corresponds to our Bowery, was the first
I place in which champagne wa* sold bT
j *he glass. As patent co-ks were not yet
! invented, the cranky proprietor preferred
i to spoil a whole pint of the wine rather
j than violate his own regulation about
j pricea.— New York Star.
The total membership of the Sons of
North » ore,
98.000 th. net gain of the year l«w b«
in f ‘,002»