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CONCORD, N. C, SATURDAY, JANUARY 21, 1888.
One steed I have of common day,
And one no lesa than regal;
By day I jog on old Saddlebags,
By night I fly upon Eagle; 4
To store, to market, to field, to mill,
One plods with patient patter.
Nor hears along the far-off heights
The hoofs of his comrade clatter.
To field, to market, to mill he goes,
Nor sees his comrade gleaming
Where he flies along the purple hills,
. Nor the flame from his bridle streaming;
Sees not his track, nor the sparks of fire
So terribly flashing from it,
As they flashed from the track of Alborak
When he bravely carried Mahomet
One steed, in a few short years, will rest
Under the grasses yonder;
The other will come there centuries hence
To linger and dream and ponder;
And yet both speeds are mine to-day,
The immortal and the mortal;
One beats alone the clods of earth,
One stamps at heaven's portal.
Henry Ames Blood in Century.
Max Dwight's Reward.
BY MRS. M. SHEFFEY-PETERS,
Max Dwight was ready for his early
tramp to the upland lake where, as he
knew, there was a certain out-cropping
of roots suited to the manufacture of
some rustic benches he had been prom
ising to make for his wife.
Mistress Janet accompanied him to
the porch of their cottage, carrying
Tottie, who in her pink and white pret
tincss of babyhood, was as like the
young mother as the wild rose's bud is
like the wild rose.
'The rain must have been heavy above
here," remarked Mistress Dwight,. not
ing the aspect of the creek in the Di
vide. The stream, ordinarily tangled like a
silver wire among the bowlders and
bosky hollows at tho base of the ridge,
was chafing in its bed, the acceleration
of its current betrayed by a muffled
"Yes, when the Otter's boosting along
like that, the pity is that the mill stands
still, and the hands are idle," com
"Don't fret, Max. Td not get my
benches but for the mill machinery being
out of gear."
He laughed, kissed her and Tottie,
and a moment later was striding down
the path to the bridge, whose arches
connected tho jutting ridge on which he
lived with the further side of the Otter.
This stream, lower down, did the work
of an army of giants, turning the wheels
of the mills and factories, in which hun
dreds of bread-winners daily toiled.
Alluvial bottoms, cultivated farms, vil
lage homes of peace and plenty, and
countless other evidences of prosperity
lay behind Dwight when he had crossed
the bridge and turned into the path
leading upward to the lake plateau,
i Aways observant, he noticed that the
creek was steadily rising.
"The rain must have flushed the lake
considerably," he thought, stopping
once to inspect a tangled mat of drift
whirling pas "Bless me 1 if that isn't
a lily-pad from the lake's bed. How
ever anything but a hurricane " He
A horrifying fear had throttled him
in the rugged path. The morning was
Jnstinct with joyousness.To, the ear came
the matin symphonies of nature; to the
eye her harmonies of light, color, move
ment. Overhead were flockings of
spelling cumuli white as fresh washed
sheep browsing in a spacious pasturage
of the myosotis bloom.
Whence was the menace of evil?
Wrestling with the Shape in the way,
as Christian wrestled with Apollyon,
Dwight saw, drifting by, another clump
of lily-pads, tangled with a vine full of
foliage and budding fruit.
"It's a branch of the wild-grape that
climbs the sycamore . next the lake's
rim," came to him with the force of as
surance, and casting aside his axe, he
sped up the ascent he had been, leisurely
Reaching the plateau, in the midst of
whose picturcsqueness was embowered
the lake, overhanging the defile like a
Babylonish garden, he saw, almost to
h:s chagrin, its hundreds of millions of
cubic feet of water placidly smiling and
dimpling in Ih s sunshine. The rain had
not flushed it. Flushed? The lake was
lower than its lowest water-mark!
The fear he had shaken off leaped
upon him and tore at his vitals again."
As his gaze darted along the embank
ment to the cleft through which the
creek flowed, he saw that the stream
was not only momentarily eating its way
deeper into the rim, but that, here and
there, the embankment showed fissures,
indicating an extended dislodgmont of
the natural supports of the lake I asin.
A practical engineer himself, Dwight
had always entertained a doubt of the
Btability f that, freak of nature the
disproportionate fountain head of Otter
Creek. Soma day, ho had thought, the
cray-fish, the otters, the thawing and
the freezing would do their work and
then would come tho drainage of the
But not in his day! Oh, no! Net
. when- he had just builded a home for
Janet and the black-eyed Tottie right
in tho shadow of the superincumbent
ruin; not while the valley below was
astir rith the whirr tof mills, the step
pifig of busy feet along its ways of pleas
antness and peace.
- But it had come in his dayl As he
stood staring, a fissure widened and a
bold stream shot forth. At the sight he
turned and fled down tho path. Nat
urally, his first impulse was to fly with
the warning to his wife and child jsurely
no man could hold him blamable if he
should bear these first to a place of
Yet the path by the ridge was not the
direct one to the factory settlements.
Should ho turn aside, there were hun
dreds of lives further down to be put in
periL When Jonah was sent to Nine
veh what had been counted for . him in
the scale against the salvation of a city
of people f What if the lives of Janet
and the child were more to him than
the lives of the scores of neighbors and
friends for whom God had commissioned
him to make this sacrifice?
"Is the servant better than his Lord
that he should refuseto pay the price
demanded for the ransom of the many?"
The words were thought rather than
spoken as he dashed past his home.
Every muscle he was straining to the
utmost, but there were those about the
mills who, marking his frantic gestures,
came running to learn of him what they
"The lake, the lake! Fly, fly!" was
the half articulate cry they caught from
A, wave of his hand toward the creek
filling the mill wheels interpreted the
direful cry. From mouth to mouth it
flew. There was a hurrying to and fro,
and a gathering of treasures in hot haste.
Messenger! of warning galloped along
the doomed valley. The weak, tho old,
were seen climbing the heights.
Dwight's sacrifice had not been vain;
but, his duty done, he had turned back
to see if, haply, he might yet save his
own treasures. The torrent was leaping
against, and tearing at the abutments of
the bridge as he reeled across it, and
with spent strength climbed the path to
the cottage. Through the door he had
a glimpse of Janet with the child cra
dled in her arms, and above the roar of
tho torrent he could hear the mother
crooning her lullaby.
4 'Max, Max! Oh my. dear, what is
it?" lie lay across the threshold ex
hausted. She stepped past him to the
porch. Below the cliff the Otter was
pounding the bridge's supports. She
had seen the stream as high once be
fore, though. What was it Max feared?
A sound reached her as she waited.
The detonation, sharply distinct, came
from a distance, but was immediately
followed by a horrible crunching and
grinding, producing a quivering in the
cether about her. In the same instant,
almost, she beheld, far up the Divide, a
white wall rise up from earth to heaven ;
it was as a cliff s escarpment, scooped
and bowed over, and, ponderous as it
appeared, it was bearing down the gap
at terrific speed. Janet's lace blanche 1,
but it was a brave smile she gave her
husband as she lifted him into the
room, and closed the door. .
"I know what it is, Max," she whis
pered as she sat down by him, with the
child in her arms, and tenderly raised
his head to her lap; "it will not be hard
for us to brave death together."
The roar stupefied their senses; the
ridge shook to its foundations; the
house quivered like an aspen, as a tor
rent descended upon it, and a pool . of
water, churned to a froth, gathered
about the group. They sat still, unheed
ing. What time the work of destruc
tion.was wrought they knew not. Max
crept to the door presently, but as he
looked out he uttered a cry, and turned
back to Janet. She hurried to him,
and this was what they saw: a sheer
precipice dropping, from their door into
tho turbulent waste of waters boiling
along the length and breadth of the
lately smiling landscape of the Divide.
"The bridge is gone, and with it the
ridge has been clean .shayen away up to
our very threshold, Janet, said Max,
"Yes, the waves and billows of
destruction havj gone over us," she
cried with thanksgiving of heart. - "But
oh, Max, what of the poor people at the
mills and in the villages?"
He told her, shivering, how he had
gone to them, leaving her and the little
one to perish. She stood for a moment
"You would have perished with us at
the last, though, my Max," she said,
her hands in his, "only God in his
goodness has left us to each other. Let
us accept nis loving kindness as the re
ward of your duty faithfully done.
Where Pencil Wood Comes From.
It is not generally known that the
world's supply of pencil wood is drawn
from the gulf coast swamps on both
sides of Cedar Keys, and "that the pro
duct of the mills there is shipped not
only to New York and New Jersey fac
tories, but also to Germany and, per
haps, other countries of Europe. The
industry gives employment to hundreds
of operatives, white and black, and dis
burses large sums of money. That
nothing may be lost, the sawdust is dis
tilled -in large retorts, and the oil ex
tracted, every ounce of which finds
The Experience of a Confederate
Soldier in the War.
How a Federal's Deadly. Rifle
was Finally Silenced.
In passing in and out of the lines as a
scout, writes an ex-Confederate soldier
in the Detroit Free Press, I saw more or
less of the sharpshooters of both armies,
and was twice wounded from Federal
rifle-pits, but the closest and best shoot
ing of the sort I ever saw was around
At points around Petersburg, where
the lines of earthworks were only pistol
Bhot apart, the sharpshooter plied his
rifle night and day, and they became a
living terror to both sides. I was for
two weeks in the Confederate works,
opposite Grant's Fort Hell, and al
though tons upon tons of Federal shot
and shell were hurled at us, we
lost more men by the bullet of
the sharpshooters than by all
cannonading. In the Confederate
works, just above the fort which Butler
blew up and which has since been known
as the Crater, the most effective cannon
was silenced for two days by a Federal
sharpshooter who ensconced himself
only a stone's throw away. I do not
know that the one man held the place
for two nights and two days, but we
judged so from the style of firing, and
because when we were finally rid of him
no one else took his place. He crept
out from the Federal line in a dark and
rainy night, dug a rifle pit, banked up
the dirt around it, and killed two of our
men between daylight and sunrise. He
had a sixteen-thooter rifle, and he gave
all his attention to one embrasure in the
fort and before noon the piece of artil
lery at that embrasure was silenced.
A round dozen Confederate sharp
shooters were detailed to kill the fellow
off, but ho would not be killed. The
dirt was knocked about his ears in per
fect clouds by bullets, and now and
then a piece of filled artillery sent a
shell plowing along over him, but he
was there to stay. When night came
we intended to creep out and kill or
make him a prisoner, but lo! a whole
company was brought up and stationed
in the ravine just behind him, where
their fire would sweep the field around
his pit, and we had to turn to some
other plan. He was there in the morn
ing, and ho killed one man and wounded
a second before 8 o' clock. Three pieces of
light artillery played on hi pit until
the guns had fired a dozen shells each,
but he was unharmed. It was plain
that he had dug his pit so deep and
narrow that everything from our side
must pass over it, and it was certain
that we must try some other plan. Had
he been without close support three or
four men could have solved the problem
pretty quick, lut there were sharp
shooters by tho hundreds in his roar, and
that rear so close that not a hat could
show above our works without being
made the target of a dozen bullets.
By noon of the second day we had
had four men killed and five wounded
by the one Yankee sharpshooter, and
the Colonel commanding had offered a
$20 gold piece to anyone who would
finish him off. He might have made it
$20,000 for all we could do, as every
body had cudgelled his brains in vain
for a plan. It was about 5 o'clock in
the afternoon that a corporal belonging
to some field artillery stationed a mile
or so above us on the lines came down
to see a relative of us, .and when. the sit
uation had been explained to him and
he had looked over the ground he said:
"Give me an hour's time and I'll have
him out and win that gold piece."
He returned to his command and
secured half a dozen small fuse-shells
belonging to a mountain howitzer which
was then in park as of no account.
When they were brought up he made a
6ling from the leather of a boot-leg and
two stout cords and then gathered a
dozen small stones to practice with.
While he flung these stones one of the
men timed their fall, and in this way
he knew how to cut the fuses. The
fifth rock, flung high in the
air on a curve, as a . mortar
would throw it, fell so closo to the
sharpshooter's pit that the corporal was
satisfied. He then cut his fuses and began
throwing lighted shelL The weight of
them was about thirteen ounces, and
while they did not fly as high as the
rocks, the curve was the same. We were
nil satisfied as to what the result would
be. The fourth shell dropped square
into the pit and exploded as it struck,
and in the cloud of dirt blown out was
the sharpshooter's cap, the stock of his
rifle and his canteen. Not another shot
was fired from the pit, nor did any Fed
eral dare occupy it again.
The Way of the World.
The rich woman worries herself over
the subject of what she will wear at
dinner her mauve silk or her garnet
satin. The poor woman worries herself
over the subject of what she'll make for
dinner-bean soup or codfish balls. And
thus the world goes on while we vainly
strain our eyes looking for the coming
of the millenium. B Mon Courier.
Fish-Lines From Butterflies.
The boys in China, as well as the beys
in America, have their favorite sports
and pastimes. The fishing lines used in
this country are of twine, but in China
they are tho product of a moth. Adele
M. Field, of Swatow," China, writes to
tho Swiss Cross:
In some of the Chinese shops there
are sold, for about one 'cent each, little
coils of translucent, ' yellowish thread,
from five to ten feet long. When old
and .dry they are rather brittle, but
when they have been soaked for ten
minutes in warm water in which rice
has been boiled they toughen and will
bear the strain of a four or five-pound
weight. They are used as fishing-liaes,
and are reckoned the best for creek or
coast. They are unwittingly supplied
to the fishermen by a butterfly.
The large and beautiful Atlas moth,
with pink stripes and six glowing cre3- J
cents on its brown wings, flits about
and lays its eggs on the tallow trees.
The eggs hatch in the sunshine, the tiny
caterpillars come out and feed on the j
fresh leaves, and grow to be four inches
long and an inch thick. They are of a
bright pale green color, with a horny
black head and jaws, and with eight
pairs of legs. The six .legs on the
thorax are jointed, and each ends in a
'claw, while the other five pairs of legs
are telescopical and end in discs sur
rounded by minute hooks. The cater
pillars crawl, back downward, along
the leaf stems, and devour a leaf in a
When they are fullgrown . and ready
to spin the c CKms In which they
would wrap themselves and change into
butterflies, the Chinese boys pounce upon
them, slit them across the back and
draw out the two spinning glands
which lie looped along each side of the
body cavity closo under the skin. These
glands, when extended, are about three
feet long and one-tenth of an inch thick,
dwindling to two fine threads that unite
near an orifice under the mouthy where
the silk is spun out. They are full of
the clear viscid substance that would be
spun into the cocoon.
After being drawn out whole, through
the slit in the back, the glands are
dropped into vinegar to remove their
outer coating and are then stretched to
double or treble their usual length.
When dry they form the fish lines sold
in the shops.
Dairy schools appear to have become
quite popular in Europe. They have
not been tried in this country, and may
not succeed as well here. But, as we
recently stated, Lawson Valentine has
started a dairy school on the Houghton
farm. It is announced that a number of
students have catered the school, and
quite strong hopes are entertained of its
practical success. Wo shall watch with
interest for the results. There is need
enough for proper instruction in dairy
ing among the farmers generally. As a
rule, the smaller farmers, who carry
surplus butter to the village stores,
are the most in need of infor
mation how to turn out better
goods. They are probably also tho
most destitute of proper facilities for
successful butter making. But it re
mains to be seen how far this class can
be reached through the establishment of
dairy schools. They are the ones most
benefitted by tho creamery, and other
form? of associated dairying. If their
sons and daughters can be induced to
take instructions in dairy 'schools or
creameries, it will not only improve the
quality of farm butter, but add consid
erably to the farmers' incomes. There
is no reason, but ignorance, why poor
butter should be made. It is just as
easy, and costs no more to make good
butter. Prairie Farmer.
Story of a Hospital Onilt
"An old Boston lawyer telis the fol
lowing story: "One of my neighbors
is an architect, t ill, d irk, handsome,
and a little more than middle-aged. His
wife is a charming woman, fair aid
beautiful. The husbm I wis a private
in a Massachusetts regiment during the
rebellion. He was desperately wounded
in an engagement, and forsever.il months
afterwards was an inmate of a hospital.
Upon the cot which he occupied
was a quilt with the na nes of thir
teen girls embroidered ' on the edge
together with that of tho North
ern city from which t had been
sent. When the patient grew well
enough he wrote a letter to cac i of the
thirteen misses, thanking theni for the
quilt and telling them tho story of his
illness. Hj received kind replies from
all of them. One of thosa letters in
terested him particularly, and he kept
up a correspondence with the writer
for some months. On his return to the
jNorth he called upon hot, and before
another year passed they were married.
Although twenty years have gone by
since their wedding, they are still the
handsomest couple lever saw. --Chicago
"Grandpa," inquired Johnny Bliss,
"must everybody die?"
"Yea, my child, everyone in this
world must die when his time comes."
"Well" long pause "what I'd like
I to know iaf who'll bury tho last man!"
Origin of Some Leading Euro
Story of the Strring . French
Song, "La Marseillaise."
The origin of tho British national an
them, says an English paper, has proved
a source of uninterrupted vexation for
many years past There is almost as
much mystery regarding it as there used
to be about the source of the Nile. The
common account attributes it to Dr.
Bull, King James I.'s organist, but it
has. also been claimed for nenry Carey,
the author of "Sally in Our Alley."
Bstween these two the authorship and
composition almost certainly rest, but it
has been found impossible to decide defi
nitely for the one or the other. Th
music of "God Save the Queen" is tame
and uninteresting, but it agrees well
with the comparatively peaceful, regulai
course of events which has marked pub
lic affairs in England for over 200 years
Not so is the national anthem of
Fiance. There never was a more rous
ing composition than "La Marseillaise."
"The sound of it," says Carlyle, "will
nuke the blood tingle in men's veins
and whole armies and assemblages will
sing it with eyes weeping and burning,
with hearts defiant of death and des
pot." It had a great share in the first
French revolution, for in a few months
after it was made known everyone was
singing it and the words 'To arms)
March!" were resoundiug in all parts of
France. At every season of disorder
since its strains have excited the pas
sions of the people, and if immortality
can be predicted for any tune known to
man this is beyond a question the one.
And yet, as the story goes, both words
and music were the production of one
They wero composed in 1793 by a
person whom Carlyle calls "an inspired
Tyrtam colonel," Rouget dc Lisle, who
was still living when Carlyle's "French
Revolution" was first published. The
scene of its birth was Strasburg, and not
Marseillaise, but it was a force of Mar
seillaise which first marched to it, and
hence the title.
The Russinn national anthem, "God
Protect the Czar," w;,s first performed at
the Grand theatre, Moscow, in Decem
ber, 1833. Previous to this there had
been no national hymn in Russia, and
the czars usually contented themselves
with our " God S.ivo the King." The
composer was Col. M. Lwoff, and in re
turn for the composition the Czar
Nicholas presented him with a gold
snuff box, set with diamonds. The
music is distinctly national, but the
words, as every one kuows, are any
thing but the actual prayer of tho
Russian people; "God Save the Cz:ir!
Mighty autocrat! Reign for our glory, "
etc . It is, properly speaking, an official
hymn, and is unknown to the vast ma
jority of Russians.
The Austrian national anthem is well
known in England from its use as a
hymn tune. It was composed by Haydn,
and performed for the first time at tho
celebration of the birthday of the Em
peror Franz at Vienna in 1797. The
lovely air is thoroughly German, and
found therefore already acceptance in
the hearts of the people. Haydn him
self was very fond of it. He used it in
the variations in one of his quartets, and
when he was dying he insisted on being
taken from bed to tho piano, when he
played the air three times over very
solemnly in the presence of his weeping
The Danish national anthem is not un
like the "Rule Britannia." It was com
posed by a German named Hartmann,
about the year 1770. The "Sicilian
planner's Hymn," though it can hardly
be called a national anthem, is a favor
ite air with the gondoliers of Venice,
who sing it frequently.
Japanese Cats and Dogs.
Some of the animals of Japan are
quite different from the same species
which are seen in America. The cats,
for instance,-have tho shortest kinds of
tails or else none at alL Being de
prived of this usual plaything, the are
very solemn pussies. An American onco
took one of these tailless cats to San
Francisco as a curiosity, and it utterly
refused companionship with the long
tailed specimens there; but, finding a
cat whose tail had been cut off by acci
dent, the two becime frienaiy at efnee.
Japanese dogs are almost destitute of
noses, having the nostrils set directly in
tho, head. The smaller the nose, the
more valuable the breed.
Papa Gave His Couscnt.
"You say that you love young George
Sampson," said a Chicago father to his
- "And George Sampson loves you?"
"Has he sufficient means to support
you in your present style of living?"
"Yes, pain; h;'s worth dollars
where you are worth buttons."
So the old gentleman gave bis con
Steamboat companies, especially those
operating on tho Ohio and Mississippi
Rivers, are using Electic head lights and
marine projectors to a very large extent.
A fish' that was pumped from a well
down 100 feet, at Charlotte, Mich., is
described as having been "two and a
quarter inches long, with' keen bright
eyes, but no fins or scales. Its back
was fringed with a row of bony spikes."
Astronomer Henry M. Parkhurst says
he has recently discovered "a woman in
the moon," and has named her Selene.
Certainly the diagram of markings on
the moon, which he claims to have seen,
includes a ' striking suggestion of a
woman's faco and bust.
An Oxford meteorologist seeks to
pQve that tho European and American
magnetic poles are coincident with the
centres of greatest cold for the two con
tinents, and that the shifting of the
magnetic poles is duo to the same series
of astronomical and geological causes
which produce the regular changes in
A so-called oable anchor has proven
effectivo in ' stopping steamers tm the
Seine. The device is duo to M. Pagan
and consists of a rope bearing a num
ber of canvas cones which open out like
parachutes when thrown into the water.
In tests made," stoppage was effected in
a tenth of the space and a fourth of the
time ordinarily required.
At a late meeting in London, Dr. E.
P. Thwing stated that Americans are
more susceptible to the influence of al
cohol than Englishmen, and that they
are more affected by tobacco than are
Hollanders, Turks or Chinese. This he
supposes to be due to an increased sensi
tiveness of the nervous system induced
by the high pressure life of this country.
A large stove consuming the same
amount of coal as one of smaller size
will radiate more heat, and is therefore
the most economical. The reason for
this is that the larger stove has more
eurface, and hence when hot its effect is
greater upon the surrounding air. Oi
course the factor of intelligent manage
ment must be taken into account with
Mr. David Drylc, curator of the
Canadian Institute, has in his possession
the tooth of an enormous elephant of
former ages which was found by Moses
Forrowman of Buffalo in the creek at
Hog's Hollow after the wahout of six
or seven -years' ago. This remarkable
specimen is of great value, as being so
far as known, tho most northerly dis
covery of the remains of the elephas
Dr. H. Lane of Portland, Ore., be
gan digging a large well some time ago
and it promised to furnish an unlimited
supply of cold water. Indeed the water
came so fast that one pump could not
keep it out of the way of the workmen,
and a second was to be put in. But in
one night the temperature of the water
changed, and in the morning clouds of
steam roiled up from tho well, which
was found to contain about twenty-five
feet of water almost boiling hot. At
last accounts the temperature had not
A Carnivorous Antelope.
While visiting a friend on a cattle
ranch in the San Andreas Mountains
of southern New Mexico, says Ralph S.
Tarrin in the Swiss Cross, I saw what
to me seemed a most abnormal habit.
My friend had a young antelope six or
seven months old, which he had cap
tured when very young, and kept as a
pet about the ranch. This animal is,
by the way, very tame, following its
master about without once offering to
join its fellows, which often come in
sight of the house. When offered pieces
of raw beef, it will eat the meat with
evident relish, and in preference to
vegetable food. I have seen it eat piece
after piece until it has. disposed of half
a pound or more, then it would walk to
the corn-crib and eat corn as a sort of
dessert. It also eats bread, cooked po.
tato, and sweet-potato both raw and
Curious Electric Freak.
A curious freak of electricity is re
ported from Cundinamarca, in Panama.
A farmer had been superintending some
work in the fields and had left his men
to return homo, when he was surround
ed by an electric flame, which disap
peared as quickly as it came. The vic
tim's left eye wai damaged, and the
ejfbrow was burned completely off.
The hair surrounding bis ears, a part of
his beard, and all the hair on his breast
were burned off, all the brass buttons
disappeared from his clothing, his
watch chain was cut in two, a small hole
was bored through his watch case, and
the watch glass was shattered and his
right side was burned. He suffered se
verely, but is recovering rapidly.
Tired Enough to Sit Down.
He had been out very late the night
before, and it was ten o'clock when he
came down to breakfast.
. Husband "What makes the coffee so
Wife "Because it has been standing
so long." Siftings. -
What I LIt For.
I live for those who love me,
For those I know are true,
For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too ;
For all human ties that bind me,
For the task by God assigned me,
For the bright hopes left behind me,
And the good that I can do.
I live to learn their story
Who've suff er'd for roy sake,
To emulate their glory,
And follow intheir wake;
Bards, martyrs, patriots, sages, .
The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crowd history's pages.
And Time's great volume make.
I live to hail the season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall live-by reason,
. And not alone by gold:
When man to man united ,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted,
As Eden was of old.
I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union,
Twixt nature's heart and mine.
To profit by affliction,
Reap truth from fields of fiction,
Grow wiser from conviction,
And fulfill each great design.
I live! or those who love me
For those who know me true
For the heaven that smiles above me,
And awaits my spirit too,'
For the wrong that needs resistance,
Tor the cause that lacks assistance.
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
Q. Linnaeus Banks.
The aeronaut's . business, it seems, is
Men who must draw the line some
A dog rarely points a moral, but he
frequently adorns a tale.
The successful lover thinks he is get
ting ahead when he is getting a heart.
A good mattress is worth 000 per cent,
more at seven a. m. than it is at seven
Fashions for males don't change much,
still there is always a new wrinkle in
"I'll take your part," as the dog said
when he robbed the cat of her portion
of the dinner.
There is an athletic club in Indiana
composed entirely of grocers. - They are
A man with a heart in the right place
is more of a curiosity than a man with
a heart in tho left place.
It always bothers a Frenchman who is
learning English to read one day that
a murder has been committed, and the
next day that the murderer has been
"You must take great pains to keep
out of draughts," said a doctor to a pa
tient. "Take great pains? I've got all
' the pains now I can exist under. .1 can
keep out of draughts without taking
tny more pains, was the painful reply.
Pickles and Sauces.
"The use of forejgn pickles and
sauces in this country is very small now. "
American products have taken their
This was the reply of a wholesale New
York grocer to a question -from a Mail
and Express reporter. Tho reporter
" Has the fame of the foreign goods
"Not exactly; but tho American
pickles are fully equal to th em, and,
what is of more importance to consam
ers, they are much cheaper. You will
remember that at one time no pickle
was thought worth eating unless it bore
the stamp of a certain firm in London.
The same may be said of sauces. But
this is all changed. No on3 thinks of
asking for the London concern's pickles
now in any ordinary grocery store, and
if anyone should it would be almost im
possible to get them. The American
bottle pickles are. from thirty-three to
fifty per cent, cheaper to the jobbing
trade, and therefore can be sold at a
dower price to the consumer."
"Where are the pickles prepared?"
"They are grown and pickled in this
State. At Montrose, N. Y., there, is a
pickle factory nearly a block in extent.
They are put up in quantities to suit
both family and hotel use."
"What about the sauces?"
"The old English sauces are no longer
on the price lists of large grocery stores,
as a better kind can be supplied at from
40 to 50 per cent, cheaper. .That the
latter gives satisfaction is shown by the
fact that it has superseded the . foreign
among the wholesale trade and jobbers,
besides which the old prejudices against
anything Amsrican has died out. If the
article bo equally good, and can be had
cheaper, it will command the trade."
The Deadly Centipede.
A centipede and a tarantula which
were found in a bunch of bananas at
Sacramento were placed in a glass jar
logeiner to see wiiat tne result would
be. They commenced fighting immedi
ately. After a severe struggle the cen
tipede killed his antagonist. A mouse
was then placed in the jar and rolled
over dea l after one bite from the centi