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THE CHARLOTTE MESSENG VOL. 111. NO. .37 THE Charlotte Messenger IS PUBLISHED Every Saturday, AT CHARLOTTE, N. C. In the Interests of the Colored People of the Country. Able and **ll known writers will contrib ute to its columns from different parts of the j Tcuntrr, and it will contain the latest Gen *»ral News of the day. The Messenger is a first-class newspaper and will not allow personal abuse in its col umns. It is not sectarian or partisan, but j independent- dealing fairly by all. It re-; -crves the right to criticiae the shortcomings of all public officials—commending the worthy, and rrcommending for election such men as in its opinion are beat suited to aerve the interests of the people. ft is intended $o supply the long felt need of a newspaper to advocate the rights and defend the interests of the Negro American, especially in the Piedmont section of the Carolina*. SUBSCRIPTIONS: {Always hi Advance.) 1 vear - - - 91 .V) * months - - 100 months - 7ft *4 months fto U months - - 40 j Address, W. C. SMITH, Charlotte NC, A circus was sold at auction in Phlva. dcipUia recently. Emp;ess, a vicious elephant, who killed her keeper last year and has mangled two or three other keepers, was knocked down for $1,500. Queen, another elephant, not so vicious, brought SI,OOO. Chief, a vicious ele phant, brought $1,300. A Bengal tiger ! was sold for $350, a leopard for SIBO, an i African spotted hyena for $45, a sable j antelope for S4OO, and a big lioness for j $250. a_. On a recent morning another camel, I the second, was born in Druid Hill Park, j Baltimore. It was a male, the first one j having been a female. “It is a comical 1 looking arrangement,”says the Baltimore . Sun, “and is composed mainly of legs and neck; it is about five feet tall and four feet long, and but for the two extra legs and'its light brown color would look tomewhat like an ostrich. But as it is, Dne could allow his imagination to stretch i little and say jt has the appearance of a iude looking for jiis collar-button which had rolled trade! a bureau. The little j thing made several attempts to rise, but not having been in this country long enough to know how to manage its long legs, its efforts did not meet with any great success I” There are blacksmiths and blacksmiths. Some making their living by shoeing nurses, and others take contracts to make drop-hammers for the French Govern ment. A firm of Brooklyn blacksmiths is working its factory night and day on one of these contracts, given out last fall j by one of General Boulanger’s agents. This firm has supplied drop-hammers to France, Germany, Spain and Turkey, and has had so many orders from foreign governments that it has scarcely time to •In business with common people. Drop hammers are used in cannon-making, and the Brooklyn firm’s work told in the Franco-German and Turco-Russian war. So long as the United States keeps at peace, there is no reason why its manu facturers shouldn’t make a ready profit from the quarrels of other nations, which -s a very comforting reflection. _ Wither effort is almut to be made to discover the North Pole. Alexander Mao Arthur, a gentleman who has made » ‘pi i ial study of arctic explorations, ae eompanied by a drug elerk named Young, i has -tarted from Winnipeg, Manitoba, for Selkirk, with a load of provisions of aI -i i:11 1.400 jaiuntls, his destination being the North Pole. For a long time Mr. -M«>-Arthur bus been in communication with the Smithsonian Institution at Washington and other scientific insti tute in the United States, with* view of making explorations in the Northern B eas. aud if possible pushing northward in the ultimate hope of discovering the N nil Pole. Before he left he stated that he would not probably return for two or three years, and sjwike of going to Baffin s ilav to look for musk ox. His plan was to take dog trains from Selkirk, but as they rould not lie procured, he has de cided to take ponies and start across the lakes. The object in starting early was to permit of the horses being returned before the ire on the lakes breaks up. He took with him a letter of credit for 11. 50A i m the Hudson's Ba’y Company, York Factory, also a large supply of trinkets, etc., such as might please tha entire eye. From York Factory he ei |iects to travel by a clog train. He also took a supply of scientific instruments. Mr MneArthur is convinced that his plan is the only feasible one to accomplish the end. •harity. Bhc does not live to pleaso tho eye With fragile loveliness, But common ways to sanctify, And humble hearts to bless. In purling is the stream not wise? In carolling the bird? Ay! so is she in sacrifice, And smile and loving word. Israel Jordan, in Youth's Companion. MY SPEECH After two seasons of hard toil, and two winters spent in the cold seclusion of those Colorado Mountains, we gave u P. our B *® ver m inc and abandoned the claim. I was quite ready to return. Two years away from a razor, two years of bacon, beans, syrup and canned corn ; two years of struggle with sour dough: two years sjjcnt at an altitude where it takes six hours’ boiling to cook potatoes (astoning phenomenon to every tender foot) cured my mining fever for evermore. I joined that great procession which the railroads never advertise, the dis gusted ones returning East or West from those silver lodes with twisted back bones and empty pockets. Home again I learned, to my amaze ment, that Cousin Brooks, one of the most stupid boys that ever gaped over his books, had just become Governor of the State! When I went West to find an opening for my money, Brooks was a sedate, hard working lawyer. I never supposed he would earn his salt. After becoming tolerably well ac quainted with mother again, and the boys, and making brief vain quest fur employment, I took a run up to the capi tol one day to sec Brooks. He greeted me cordially. He always did like me. I suppose because I used to help him out in his lessons, between thrashings, al though upon leaving school I bore a re morseful feeling that I had been unmer ciful to poor Brooks. He was in his official apartment at the state room, a lofty room with frescoed ceiling, huge plate windows, elaborate furniture, library, and elegant writing desks. He was sequestered by ante rooms and guarded by ushers, but I went straight through to his presence without a check, while the clerks stared in sur prise. This was because I so Brooks that I came upon them like a». parition, for he and I were of similar form behind the same ancestral nose. Greeting over: “Aud how are the mines, Chug?” “They are still there.” “You have made your fortune West, I hope?” “No. The West did pretty well. I didn't. The West kept all I took there.” He looked at me doubtfully. Brooks never quite understood my way of talk ing. Yet I speak clear classic English, always. “You haven’t lost every cent, Chug?” “Oh no. If I can sell ray mine for a hundred thousand I am all right.” “Is is good for anything?” “Not that I know of.” “Hum l” Brooks was a fine looking fellow, large, portly, benignant. A kind hearted man, somewhat changed since I •aw him last. He had aged greatly, far more than I, notwithstanding all the vicissitudes and bacon I had undergone. He seemed more serious, more fatherly, and appeared tired. He looked at mo with something of the old appeal in his face. “Stay here and help me, Chug. I had to discharge my secretary yesterday. He was a schemer, more anxious to gain out side friends than to do his duty by me. I want somebody who is reliable. It pays two thousand a year. Probably I can put some perquisites in your way also.” As a kindness to Brooks I consented. He led me over to a handsome work desk charged with innumerable pigeon Doles, rolls of red tape, seal stamp, wax, and other vital elements of government. A pile of letters and documents already burdened the slope. I sat down itefore a half ream of selected mail, my brief instructions being for this heap: “Say no to every want, but make a friend of every writer.” This mountainous task strained my early sab bath school training severely. However, : I evolved a general letter applicable to most of these cases and submitted it to I Brooks. He was good enough to praise its conciliatory tact and gracious denial, and I proceed to duplicate the form and scatter No broadcast. An hour latter Harold, our clerk, ap peared at the door. “Here is the prison delegation.” Brooks put clown his documents and straightened up with great concern. “Let me sec, what do they want? Chug, there is a memorandum on your desk some where. ” I searched and found the appointment slip. Tuck., 11 a. M., Cedar County delegation to urge amelioration of convict* Brooks ran his hand through his hair. “Why do they bother me now! Why can’t they torture those fellows in the Legislatures -- uA after they get in their bill come and ask of my approval? Why consume my time for an object so remote, What shall Ido with ’em Chug? I have : more work here already than I can finish i in good season.” I “Do!” I exclaimed, rising energetically and feeling something of the old scorn for him, “why, man, let 'em in. Say: ‘Fellow citizens, I am proud to meet you; frlad to see the cause of our criminals en itting the sympathy of such advocates, and anything I can do to further the good ; work, be assured I sliall rejoice to do. At the same time all government move* by routine, and I must commend you to i the usual procedures. Secure Legislative , action affecting the ends you aim at, and as I feel sure the object will be justifiable, i J shall take pleasure in signing your bill.’ CHARLOTTE, N. C. SATURDAY, MARCH 26, 1887. That’s all. Remain standing and lei them stand. Fidget to and fro from your desk. Lc t them k now you arc in a hurry, although courteous, rad get rid of ’em quick.” “Cedar county,” mused Brooks. “I don’t know anybody up here likely to be in this delegation - Chug, you look a good deal like me. You may receive theso pcple and act as Governor.” “No, thank you!” 6aid I, bolting to my desk and catching up my pen. “Hallo?” cried Brooks, with slow sar casm, ‘ ‘you can brag, but not perform, eh?” This Uunt reply 6tung me. It wax quite unlike tho Brooks of my school days. I used to pride myself on superior force. It would never do to let him find me larking nerve, or my old ascendency would vanish wholly. 80 I promptly rose again. “Why, I can receive the delegation if you reaily want me to Brooks, but—" “All right., Chug, you may reccjve them. Treat them well. That will give me time to go over this paper, and I must do_it before noon.” 1 was somewhat agitated. To confront these fellows face to face grew every in stant more disagreeable to me. For two years I had rusted in the mines. Proba bly this delegation contained preachers, lawyers, practiced spokesmen, to answer whom would require more than mere au dacity. But Harold stood looking at perplexed, and Brooks himself was peer ing up from his papers with a covert smile. I put a bold face on it. “Here, Harold, help me put these chairs in the private room.” And I seized an arm chair in each hand. Harold looked at Brooks with aston ishment and protest. “You will need the chains, of course,” he said. “No, I’ll make ’em stand. I’ll soon get rid of the prison delegation,” I cried emphatically. Brooks nodded, and Har old unwillingly joined in removing every cl-air to the inner apartment, save tha enes which Brooks and I had occupied. •‘Now bring ’em,” said I; and while Harold was gone I threw off my coat, untied my neck band, put my watch in open sight upon the desk, and took a pen, freshly dipped in ink. “I’ll let these fellows know that time is precious! ” I said decisively, looking down at Brooks. The door opening from the ante-room swung on its hinges. Harold appeared upon the threshold. lie gave a look ol dismay as he saw me in my shirt-sleeves, but I stood erect and firm. There was a rustling of silks, a prophetic fragrance, soft murmuring voices, and then a bevy of ladies flowed suddenly into the room. I stared dumbfounded. “Great ! cr ladies I ” I dropped my pen, sprang to my coat, and plunged my arms frenzicdly into the sleeves. “Excuse me, ladies, I , I had for gotten the , the sex of your delega tion , it is such a hot day ” I fumbled my necktie. The horrible fear came over that I had failed to comb my hair that morning. Mother accused me of rank neglect since my return from Colorado. But I caught sight of a dis tracted phantom in the mirror; happily, ury hair, thougli somewhat browsv, boro suggestions of combing. “Governor,'’ said Harold gravely, “Let me introduce Mrs. Minor, the head cf the delegation.” Now I ought to have bowed in a state ly way and said: “Madame, I am happy to meet you and to find that prison re form enlists advocates at once so fair and capable.” But I did not say this. I observed that Mrs. Minor was a tall, matronly lady, with gray hair, Roman features and pale complexion, very stylishly dressed in black, with while lace about her throat aud wrists. I observed that her compan ions were mostly elderly, well-bred, taste fully attired, self-possessed and eminently ladylike. At the rear were some younger women, notably one brunette, with flash ing black eyes, wearing a broad-brimmed bat, with a rich red plume and a brocaded lark red velvet dress, with a profusion of -Hibons. She looked demurely over the shoulders of her companions directly into my eyes, and I, but just returned front such a long exile, unused to feminine proximity, was instantly bereft of all senses. I stood irresoluc. Mrs. Minor also stood a moment hesitating. Then as I made a halting movement forward she held out her gloved hand, which I shook awkwardly. “We ought to be old friends,” said I, glancing ut Brooks, who buried his head in documents, while his chair shook sus piciously, “for I was a miner myself un til”— The appalling reflection that in my im personation as Governor all reference to my Colorado experience was out of place, now tripped the remark. I added, to complete the sentence: “Until I became of age.” Brooks glanced up with agony in his face, a look which conjured me whatever else I did by all the gods not to profane his identity through such abhorrent puns. Mrs. Minor introduced her companions to me. “ Mrs. Grillin, Miss Minx, Mrs. Qualter;” and site went through the group, standing a little aside so as to keep the ladies and myself in our re spective places. I felt perspiration trickle over my brow as I bowed to Miss Mulwine, the brunette, who was the last one presented. A desperate desire to do something gallant came over me. “ Take seats, ladies; sit down. Er— Harold, where are the chairs? Bring in the chairs, sir! The chairs ought always to be here." Harold winked, put one hand over his jaws and staggered into the back room, lie did not reappear. but handed forth the chairs behind the partly open door without showing his countenance. Then I beard him go out into the ante room by way ot the ttacK corridor, and became conscious, from the shuffling feet, that he had posted all the clerks against tho communicating door so that they would overhear my speech. There were not chairs enough for the par ty, so I took the chair from my desk and placed it for Miss Mulwine. I remained standing before them. “ Mr. Governor, we have come to ask your co-operation in ameliorating the condition of our convicts.” Here was another great opportunity. If I had kept my head; if that paralyzing bt unnette had not eyed me so steadily, I might have said: “Ladies, the condition of our convicts has long enlisted my anxious study. Nothing stirs my sympathy; nothing seems to me of greater importance than improvement in facilities for their com fort and moral welfare. Any practical measure which you have matured will command my cordial support.” But I didn’t say that. Instead, I re plied : “Yes, there is too much laxity. Those frequent escapes remind me of our expe rience in Colorado. A drunken miner shot a fellow one night, and the sheriff took him to the Town Jug and locked him up. The jug was only a log build ing set in the hillside. He got out so quick that he met the sheriff on his re turn in front of the Welcome Bar, and asked him to stop in and take a drink. Then the crowd carried him off to the nearest tree. He didn’t get away that time.” ‘ ‘Perhaps you do not quite understand us,” said Mrs. Miner, gravely. She un folded a large package and disclosed a mass of papers, “Here are the petitions, circulated in every church in our county and signed by all the best people, asking that greater social and religious privi leges be extended to our criminals.” “You don’t get them up as handy as wo did in Colorado,” I rejoined. “When we had our struggle for the county seat we strung the petition on an old wringer frame so we could roll it up with a crank.” Brooks gave a loud “hem!” I looked across. He was glaring at me in warning wrath, and apainT recollected that these Colorado reminiscences were inopportune. I started around, caught the unfathom able eyes of that marvelous brunette, and lapsed into hopeless incapacity. “Pardon me for interrupting you, Gov ernor,” said Brooks, in a cool, earnest voice, which at once commanded silence and attention. “But it is fitting these ladies should know that their petition ought to be given to their representative, and he should press for appropriate leg islation. Until that time this office is powerless to act. ” Mrs. Minor replied: “Oh, we quite' understand that. AVc only wished to show the petitions for a moment here as evidence of their popularity, and ascer tain the Governor’s feelings toward the movement.” “Entirely favorable, madam,” said I. ‘ ‘Then we will bid you good day and withdraw. I know your time is valu able. Many thanks for your kindness.” They bowed. The clerks scattered in the ante-room and the ladies retired gracefully, while I stood stupid, not yet recovered from the surprise of their ar rival. The door closed Dehind them. There was silence a moment. Brooks sat with his back turned. He lifted up a page of manuscript and remarked with flattering emphasis: “Chug, you made a beautiful speech.” “Oh, shut up! shut up!” I cried wild ly, throwing myself into a chair. Brooks’s fortitude suddenly gave way. He cast himself forward on his desk and laughed hilariously. He rose and bowed himself shrieking over a chair. He dropped full length upon the sofa, on top of the pamphlets, helpless and uproari ous. He ha-ha-ed all over the office and crowded me with his outrageous mirth. When at last he was completely exhaust ed he sat down and faced me, quizzi cally. It dawned upon ray mind that Brookt aud I had changed positions; that th< superior force of character, perhaps, now was his; that the coolness in emergencies 1 which is the test of strength, was mosl I manifest in him. Inspired in this dis ! covery, and by this occasion, I justly re i marked: “I believe I am the biggest fool of all our state officers.” Ere I had concluded I became aware that the door was open. A perfume ol jockey-club floated to my senses. Harold, grinning, had shown in the beautiful brunette, and she w as upon the threshold, looking and listening. “Did I leave my parasol?" she asked sweetly. Harold picked :* from the floor for her. She bowed and went away. Once more Brooks hung himself in festoons over all the furniture, entirely careless of his own reputation in tilt matter. When this unseemly mirth sub sided he came to me where I sat with moist brow, clasped in both hands up right before my desk, and said sootn “&cver mind, Chug. Life is but a succession of mistakes, with the best ol us.” “Yes,” I replied. “So far as lam con cerned. I begin to observe that." Vigilance Rewarded. Mrs. Hetty Green, the richest woman in America, her fortune being estimated at $25,000,000, recently paid a visit to Chicago to look after her property inter ests there, she being the owner of build ings valued at $1,000,000. While wan dering through one of the structures to which she holds title, the janitor begun j asking questions, and not receiving natis j factory replies, asked her to withdraw. ! Mrs. Green admired the man’s vigilance so much that she increased his wages s I dollar a week. DRIVING SHEEP AT NIGHT. | QUEER NIGHTLY PROCESSIONS IN NEW YORK STREETS. Flocks of Sheep From the Count ry [ on Their Way to the Slaughter ; Houses—The Cosset. Sometimes a bit of quiet country life is i brought in and dropped down against the j roaring background of the city's swirl and rush in such away that the most oh- ; tuse finds himself moralizing on the strange contrasts the town affords. Take these queer processions of sheep that arc driven through the streets from the North River to the East every night. The driver lias the odor of country soil upon his boots, the sheep bring with them a suggestion of green hills, and the very dog, so used to having his own way, creeps close at his master’s heels, awed into semi-silence by the crush of great piles of brick all about. The bleating of the close-huddled flock and the crack of the driver’s whip echo all out of place down in the deep canyons the buildings make of the street. It isn’t every thoroughfare that these sheep take, and, qnlike death, they haven’t all season for their own. Only the streets above Forty-second street are open to them, and not a flock is allowed to start before 10 o’clock at night. This makes the thing all the more peculiar— the midnight march of the doomed ani mals through the deserted streets to the shambles. From 10 o’clock until 4or 5 o’clock in the morning there is an unin terrupted procession of flocks across town. The favorite thoroughfare, and the one almost exclusively used, is Sixty second street. That leads up to the transverse road through Central Park and so on down to the slaughter houses at the foot of East Forty-fourth street. AVhat with the swearing of drivers, the bleating and dust of the passing animals, the barking of the dogs and the following of wagons to pick up the halt and lame that fall by the wayside, people living along the line of march learn to bless this nightly procession that lends variety to their street and sleeplessness to their homes. But in spite of police regula tions and Aldermanic ordinances, the sheep continue to take the even tenor of their way across town. Still their way across is not always an even-tenor sort of way. Sheep have been known to be obstinate and that makes their way sometimes an uneven kind of tenor, not to say base. Years ago, when the law permitted sheep to be driven through the streets in the daytime, the leader of a passing flock jumped through one door of a blockaded street car and ran out the other. With praiseworthy per sistence the entire flock of 200 followed their leader as eager as a crowd of school boys “doing stunts.” The company didn’t use that street-car for a long time. Most of the sheep thus driven come in at the west side depots about Fifty-ninth street. They come from Orange county, this State, and from Kentucky and Ohio principally. It is a wise provision of na ture that Kentucky, the State that pro duces the best spring lamb, also produces the best and most delightfully flavored mint. The lamb and the mint sauce are • often indigenous to the same hillside. These sheep that come all the way from the blue-grass country are naturally not used to the niceties and refinements of city ways. Sometimes they do things that the veriest chit of a city bred lamb would be ashamed to do. The other evening an electric light threw a broad glint of white light across the street. The first animal that came to it paused, bunched its legs together and with a great leap cleared the light space. Just 159 sheep followed aud jumped at this same beam of light, as if it were a ditch. At the railway yards they keep a little {iet lamb that lives a kind of traitor life, t gets well acquainted with the sheep that come in, and having secured their confidence leads them across town to tho shambles. Then having fulfilled its mis sion the cosset goes back to the yards and the next night betrays another flock the same way. Thus it earns its feed at the expense of the lives of other members of its family and lives in clover while be traying the confidence of its trusting friends. Anybody who knows the first tiling about animals can tell that this cosset knows what it is doing. This Sunday school-book talk about lamb-lke inno cence is all bosh. A latnb is generally innocent because it can’t help itself, but give one a chance to play this trick and see how quickly it will acet'pt. The lamb must stop posing as a picture of innocence. It is unmasked at last. —New York World, Bate of the End of tho World Sir W. Thompson, lecturing at the Roval Institution, London, lately, set forth the latest scientific theories concern ing the origin, total amount and possible duration of the sun’s heat. After refer ring to the theory of Helmholtz, that tho sun was a vast globe gradually cooling, but as it cooled shrinking, nnd that the shrinkage —which was the effect of gravi ty upon its mass—kept up its tempera ture, said: “ The total of the sun’s heat was equal to that which would be required to keep up 478,000 millions of millions ol horse power or about 78,000 horse power for every square metre—a little more than a square yard—and yet the modern dynamical theory of heat shows that the sun’s mass would require only to fall in or contract thirty-five metres per annum to keep up that tremendous energy. At this rate tne solar radis in 2,000 years’ time would be about 100th per cent, less than at present. A time would come when the temperature would fall, and it was thus inconceivable that the sun would continue to omit heat aufficient to sustain existing life on the globe for more that 10,000,000 years. — Philadelphia Ledger. An Icelander is in Washington Terri tory looking for a place to locate a colony. Terms. $1.50 per Aim We Copy 5 cents. SOLITUDE. Not in the deepest tangles of the wood, The turtle’s haunt, the timid squirrel’s iair; Not on the ocean beaches, rough and bare With never-ending battles, unsubdued In war of winds and waters hoar and rude; Not in the mountain passes, where the air Sobs low, and life is like a long despair— Thy home is not in these, O Solitude! But in the busy concourse, long and loud, Where not one pulse of human sympathy Beats through the grasping spirits of tfc* crowd— Where each is rapt in snatching greedily His brother's portion—’neath a shallow shroud, We know thy truest haunt and woep tc% thee. —Arthur L. Salmon , in Chambers's Journal HUMOR OF THE DAY. An unsteady man, like an unsteady light, is apt to go out nights.— Burlington Free Press. “Where is the ideal wife?” asks a prominent lecturer. In the cellar split ting kindling, most likely.— Philadelphia Call. “They never throw anything away in New England,” T. B. Aldrich said to mo one day; “they always put it up in tho attic.”— St. Nicholas. There is a man in Cedar Rapid/} that has such a weak and bony horse that when it lies down he has to give it bak ing powder in order to have it rise.— Electric Light. “What’s tho difference between a piano and a gun, Charley?” asked a young wife of her. non-musical husband. “A gun kills the quickest, that’s all,” was the staccato response. — Danville Breeze. AN EARLY SPRING POEM. Id the sprig the yon bad’s eds he frequently prodoudees ed, For the sprig is just the tibe for idfluedza of the head. -Life. A new volume just issued is entitled “The Anatomy of Money.” We trust an entire chapter is devoted to the vocal organs, to show how and why it is that money talks and what it says.—Philadel phia Press. “It strikes me,” said a city and county hall man yesterday, “that we do not want any war with Canada. When we were drafted in 1861-4 we knew where to go, but in case of trouble with Canada where could we goV—Buffalo Courier. There arc 18,000 operatives engaged in the collar and cuff trade at Troy, N. Y., at a pay-roll expense of $7,000,000 a year, and in spite of this no one of them has succeeded in turning out a collar that won’t saw its wearer’s cars after the third laundry visit.— Tid-Bite. Oh, softly the lover did lute on his lute, Neath the pale gentle light of the moon. But he swiftly turned ana began to scoot When he noticed the dangerous, large-sized boot Os the man who came too soon. Alas, too soon. — Merchant- Traveler mssßsm —- Proverbs Relating to the Moon. Weather proverbs relating to the moon are thus given by the Boston Journal: When the moon is visible in the day time, the days are relatively cool. In western Kansas it is said that when the moon is near the full it never storms, and the sailors say the full moon eats clouds. If the full moon rises clear, expect fine weather. A large ring around the moon and low clouds indicate rain in twenty-four hours; a small ring and high clouds, rain in sev eral days. The larger the halo about the moon the nearer the rain clouds, and the sooner tho rain may be expected. When the moon is darkest near the horizon, expect rain. If the full moon rise pale, expect rain. A red moon indicates wind.* If on her cheeks you see the maiden's bhish. The ruddy moon foreshows the winds will rush. If the moon is seen between the scud and broken clouds during a gale, it is expected to scud away the bad weather. In the old of the moon a cloudy morn ing bodes a fair afternoon. If there be a general mist before sun rise near the full of the moon, the weather will be fine for some days. If the moon show a silver shield, Be not afraid to reap your Held, But if she rises halved round. You soon will tread on deluged ground. The rising or setting of the moon will be. followed by a decrease of a storm which is then prevailing. The Liquor Code of Turkey. A common impression prevails to the effect that the Turks, among their other virtues, number that of sobriety. This cannot be literally true, for our late Min ister, Mr. Cox, has been investigating tho matter. The Turks have laws upon the subject hf drunkenness and its punish ment, and this is one of the clauses: “In temperance is proved either by admission of the person accused, or by witnesses who have seen him in the act of drink ing. The flavor of wine from one’s breath is not a sufficient proof; he may have eaten quinces,which give the same odor.” Os course, every man who is fond of the bottle will lay it on quinces. It is possi ble that quinces supply in Turkey the place of cloves in American barrooms. Very few men will admit being drunk, even when their tongues and legs I>ecome hopelessly tangled. In view of the pun ishment provided in Turkey for the of fense, it is presumed that quinces have to bear a heavy burden. “Punishment for intoxication is, 'good advice for tho first rime;’ a severe admonishment for the sec ond time; and for every subsequent time eighty blows of the cudgel over the stripped Imdy. The striker, in operat ing, must not lift his hand higher than his shoulders, and the club he uses for this occasion must bo a short one,” ER.