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THE PEOPLES’ ADVOCATE. VOL. I. NO. 20. Better Things Better to smell the violet cool than sip the glowing wine; Better to hark a hidden brook than watch a diamond shine. Better the love of a gentle heart than beauty's favor proud; Better the rose's living seed than roses in a crowd. I Better to love in loneliness than to bask in love ull day; Better the fountain in the heart than the fountain by the way. Better be fed by a mother's hand than eat alone at will; Bettof to trust in God than say: “My goods my storehouse till.” Better to be a little wise than in knowledge to abound; ’ | Better to teach a child than toil to fill per fection's round. Better to'it at a master’s feet than thrill a listening state; Better suspect that thou art proud than lie sure that thou art great. Better to walk the real unseen than watch the hour’s event; Better the “Well done!” at the last than the air with shouting rent. Better to have a quiet grief than a hurrying delight; Better the twilight of the dawn than the noon- j day burning bright. Better a death when work is done than earth’s i most favored birth; Better a child in God’s groat house than the king of all the earth. —George Macdonald, LL.D. BAFFLED. It was during the time of powdered hair and cocked hats—the year 1781. Off Philadelphia lay the twenty-gun : ship Ariel, just arrived under command of Commodore Paul Jones. There were in the city many persons who had never seen that remarkable man, among them the subject of this sketch, Ben. Wilson—a trim, powerful young ; Jack-tar of twenty-five, who had lately i married Susan Gray, a humble but beau- ; tiful damsel of eighteen. There had been another suitor, also a sailor, named Thomas Wright, who hated Wilson be cause Susan had preferred him, and who, being of a cruel, malicious disposition, longed to do him some injury. Having finished his term aboard one of the vessels in the harbor, Ben. shipped aboard the Ariel, that he might serve : under the renowned hero who, with his j craft, the Bon Ilomme Bichard, had ; fought the English frigate Serapis. Learning that Ben. had shipped, ; Wright, who, like the former, had never seen Jones, also became one of the Ariel’s crew. Neither, however, could yet get sight of the commodore, who was absent —would not be back for a week. In a few days Wright was chosen to act in the place of the boatswain’s mate, who was at that time ill. His duties besides blowing on the call, etc., were to punish ! with the colt—a coil of rope from two to • three feet long—and also with the cat-o- ! nine-tails, usually termed the “cat,” such j of the sailors as “offended” against the ! rules of the ship, and he ardently hoped that he might yet have a chance to tlog with his cruel lash the man he hated for winning pretty Susan. One day some of the crew were grant ed liberty—that is to say, permission to go ashore. They were ordered to return to the ship at nine o’clock. The boat swain’s mate, Wright, and Ben. Wilson, were among them, the former on the ! watch for the coveted chance which | might favor his evil designs. Unfortu- ! nately, Ben. drank, and in a state of par- j tial intoxication he visited, a few min- j utes before nine o’clock, when he should have repaired to the boat, “The Dol phin”—a tavern not twenty yards from the landing. Here the landlord accom modated him with a glass of brandy, which the young man lifted kigh, saying at the same time, in a loud voice: “A health to Commodore Paul Jones!” Then he left the place, not to go to the boat, but intending to seek some other tavern. It was a dark night, but by the bright light- streaming through the windows of the house, Ben, could see a middling sized, broad-shouldered man, enveloped in a shaggy overcoat, watching him with a mingled expression of stern disapproval and amusement on his broad, weather beaten face. “Hold there, my man,” said this per son, laying a hand on his shoulder. “What’s your name, and what ship do you belong to?” “My name? Why, now, my name is Ben. Wilson, and my ship is the Ariel, but blast me if know what business it is of yours?” “It is time you went to the boat. You will get yourself into trouble if you don’t cro in time. Bear a hand.” O “Aye, aye, all very well; but I ain’t ready yet, do you see?” “Come, you must go!” and the hand on Wilson’s shoulder pressed it heavily. “Let go of me!” cried Ben. angrily; but the other, half smiling, gripped him yet more firmly. Then Ben. made a blow at him, which the man parried, when a struggle ensued. Ben. fought his best, but the man at length succeeded in grasping him round the arms from behind, in which position Wilson was literally carried to within a few fathoms of the boat, when, seeing a number of the sailors approaching, the stranger released his hold, caid laughing, made off in the darkness. Ere Ben. could pursue, the coxswain and several other seamen arrived on the spot and drew him to the boat. “It’s lucky you came when you did,” said the coxswain. “We wou’cln't have waited for you many seconds longer.” “I wouldn’t have been he.:e if old Nick or somebody like him hadn't brought me,” was the reply. “A citizen, probably,” said the other, laughing. “We all said that some one had hold of you, but couldn't make out who it was in the darkness. “Just then the boatswain’s mate, Wright, who had been an unseen wit ness of the struggle toward its termina tion, but who, in the gloom, had not been able to obtain a good view of the stranger’s face, made his appearance, coming from the same direction in which the man had vanished. “It was I,” he whispered to the cox swain, who brought Wilson. “He at tacked me near the Dolphin, because I requested him to go to the boat. Iliad to let him loose when I got him most here; and run, as you saw me, for I was afraid he would stab me.” “Ha!” said the coxswain, “it will go hard with Wilson for striking a boat swain’s mate. He will be court-mar tialed and flogged.” “lam afraid so,” said the hypocrite, while in his heart he congratulated him self on this occurrence, which so well favored his evil designs. The boat’s crew were soon aboard, when Wright lost no time in reporting that he had been attacked and struck by Wilson. This the latter denied, of course, saying it was a citizen and a stranger with whom he had his combat, but be was not believed, and was, there fore, ironed and put into the brig to await the sentence of a court-martial. The court-martial was held the next day, when Jones ai rived on aboard, Wilson being still kept in the brig, whence he could not s.e the commodore. There was a singular expression in the face of Paul Jones when tiie court-martial was ended, and the sentence of the prisoner —a hundred lashes on the bare back with the cat —was pronounced. The next morning was appointed for the ex ecution of the sentence. When the time came, the boatswain gave a long blow as at his call and shouted : “All hands on deck to witness punish ment!” The master-at-arms brought up the prisoner and took off his irons. On one I of the gratings, placed just forward of the gangway, he was made to stand, liis feet being fastened with a rope and his hands secured, wide apart, to the bul warks. There he stood, his back bared, his cheek red with anger and shame, his eyes flashed indignation at the unmerited punishment he was about to suffer. Along came Wright, scarcely able to con ceal his exudation as he drew the cat from its sheath and lovingly stroked the strings. “Go on, boatswain’s mate,” said the ! captain. Wright lifted the lash on high, but j at that moment the voice of Paul Jones, j who now appeared, boomed like thunder I on his startled ear: “Hold? Avast, you rascal!” And he stepped round, so that Wilson could see him. The young sailor looked ! up at him with a start, then colored, j then turned pa c. j “Commodore,” he stammered, “I -I— j my God, sir!—l was a little in liquor on ! that night, but I recognize vour face. It ! was you who took hold of me there by j the Dolphin tavern, and carried me al ; most to the boat. Aye, aye, sir, and God knows I would not have struck at you had I known who it was—that it was Commodore Paul Jones.” “Enough,” answered the latter; “I forgive you.” Then he turned his eagle-eyes on Wright, who turned deadly pale and cowered, trembling like a leaf. “The court-martial was a mere farce,” | continued Paul Joues. “I wanted to I see if this rascally Wright would really ; have the heart to carry out his accursed falsehood. Now cut loose that man | Wilson and put Wright in his place. ! Give him a round dozen, then let him be broken and put in the after-guard. His chief punishment will be that of his hav , ing made an enemy, by his dastardly conduct, of every man aboard this ship!” The commodore’s orders were obeyed. Wright, with every man against him, alter this, led such an unhappy life WITM, FOR Aisrp BY THE 2 PEOPLE. NEW BERNE, CRAVEN CO.. N. ('.. JCLV 31, l*Sli. aboard the Ariel that he attempted on* night to desert from the ship. When in the water he was seen by a marine Z' guard and ordered to come back, but nol obeying, he was shot through the hei» i and killed. As to Wilson, the fact of his having strucK, under the influence of liquor, * man, who proved to be Commodore Paul ; Jones, had such an effect on him, that, never after that, greatly to the joy of hi? pretty wife, Susan, would he touch an other drop of alcohol.— New York News. Cliocolaie. Chocolate is a kind of hard paste, the principle part of which is the pulp of the cocoa or chocolate nuts. The cocoa, from which it comes, is a tree that has j been brought into great prominence only in comparatively recent years, although ; for man v generations it has been excr-! cising beneficient influences upon mil- I lions of the human race. The Spanish i word is coco,signifying nut. The < ocoa j nut palm grows in warm climates, aud at- j tains the height of from 60 to 90 feet, j The stem is similar to an apothecary’s mortar, being of equal diameter at each end, but tapering somewhat in the mid dle. The bark is smooth, of a pale brown, and the tree generally inclines on one side. The f:uit is shaped like a cucumber, green while growing, then changing to a blush red color with pink vi ins, and contains from 20 to JO nuts. The calyx of the cocoa nut palm is com posed of five sepals; the petals are five, lengthened into a strap like form at the apex. The stamens arc five each with double anthers, and a horn like appendage between each fila ment; the style is filiform with a five part ed stigma, the fruit a five celled capsule without valves, the seeds embedded in a soft pulp, and thick, oily, wrinkled cotyledons. The species chiefly used in the manufacture of cocoa and chocolate are cacao, and the fruits are collected from both wild and cultivated plants, the size and form of which vary with the species. The cacao tree is carefully cul tivated in many of the settlements of Spanish America, and particularly in Mexico, where, we learn from Humboldt, it was extensively reared so long ago as the time of Montezuma, and, whence, indeed,it was transplanted into other de pendencies of the Spanish Monarchy. The names by which the plant and the food prepared from its seed are recog nized in the present time are derived from the Mexican language. The Mexi can word chocolate is derived from the sound of the stones as they crash to gether in the primitive method adopted by them for bruising the bean and in corporating the sugar and vanilla, and from this comes the English word choco late. The seeds of the cacao were made use of as money in Mexico in the time of the Aztec kings, and this use of them is still partially continued. But the Cacao tree is not confined to Mexico. It is ex tensively grown in Central America, Bra zil, Peru, Venezuela, Caraccas, Ecuador, Dcmerara, Guayaquil and Surinam; it is also extensively cultivated in Trinidad, Grenada, and is found in some of the other West Indian Islands, but that coming from Caraccas being considered the best. Electric Alarms in Vineyards. Mention was made some time since in these columns of the use of an electric alarm in vineyards, by which warning of the approach of a low degree of temper ature at night was at once communicat ed, in time to permit of the lighting of prepared bonfires, in order to ward oil all danger of damage from frost. By tliq method described it was necessary tc keep a number of men under engage ment, so that -when the alarm was given | no time might be lost in getting the fire? started. This has proved the most ex pensive part of the plan, but a Glen El- I len v.ticulturist has, by an ingenious in : vention, entirely obviated this difficulty. : Attached to the frost bell of the ther j mometer are wires leading to the heaps of combustible matter kept in constant preparation. A little gun cotton is put in each bonfire, and when the tempera ture reaches thirty-three degrees a spark is at once communicated to the cotton, and the bonfire is lighted without the intervention of human agency. The in vention is a valuable one, as thereby a great saving is effected. — San Francisco Chronicle. Stating a Problem with Exactness. “Bessie, if there were three apples ou the plate, and you took one, how many would be left?” “If Fred was here, mamma?” “That wouldn’t matter.” “Yes it would, mamma.” “Well, with Fred here, then.” “Mamma there wouldn't be any apples j left.” “Why not, Bessie?” ‘ ‘’Cause Fred wonld take the other ; two.” — Philadelphia Call. A LOGGERS LI EE. Perils and Privations of the 1 Maine Lumbermen. flow Logs are Driven From the Distant j Wilds to the Lumber Mill?. A Bangor (Me.) letter to the New Fork World says: This city, once the greatest lumber market of the world, j hough doiug a much smaller business ;ban in Penobscot's palmy days, is still he home of expert loggers and drivers ind the headquarters for the most ap proved kinds of lumbermen’s irnple neuts. Such is the fame of Bangor iaat-dogs and axes and batteaux that | )pcrators in the comparatively new log ging regions of the west and far-off Pa ! nfic slope send here for them. But it is | he men of the Penobscot who are prin i lipally sought, not for cutting the logs, | for almost anybody can swing an axe, ! Dut for the perilous work of driving the j bgs through rapid waters and over roar ng falls and swift rapids. Every spring, Alien the trees have been felled and Alien the warm sun has transformed frozen streams into rushing torrents, men from the Kennebec and Connecticut mine to Bangor to hire crews who arc Ilevcr with the axe and cant-dog, and tvho are not afraid to break a jam or lleep on the bare ground in a single blanket. They are especially anxious to get Bangor boys when they have a hard drive in prospect, for they know that the Penobscot red-sliirters will pull them through if it is a possible thing. Not many people understand how logs Ire driven from the wilds where they are ?ut so many miles to the great booms Qear the mills where they are sawn into lumber. It is a peculiar and a hazard ous work, and when a lot of drivers start iway for the headwater with their pick poles, cant-dogs and axes it is just as natural to expect some of them never trill come back alive as it would be in ?ase of a company of soldiers starting for a battlefield. After the loggers get through dumping the logs over into the /rozen streams but a brief period ensues before the snows and ice melt and carry the big spruce sticks in great masses down stream and create big jams, back ing the water up so that many of the logs are floated over submerged flats, to be left high and dry when the first de tachment of drivers break the jams and let the water loose. Then the drivers’ work begins. The grounded logs, in the upper country where horses cannot be Used, must be carried to the streams by the men, and often it requires twenty strong drivers, wading knee deep in mud, to carry a single stick to the water. The farmers whose meadows are thus Strewn with logs often claim the timber as a recompense for the obstruction it causes to their operations, and at times they appear with shotguns to prevent the drivers from carrying oIT the logs. But the boss driver orders his men to “bring that stuff down,” and the “stuff” gener al 1 comes. Several crews are employed on a drive of any considerable size, one at the head, or lower end, others along the line and one at the rear. There are many rocks, rapids and falls where the moving mass is likely to jam, and these places must be carefully watched to prevent a general “hanging up” of the logs. Sometimes one big stick, caught on a rock, will bold back hundreds of thousands of feet and then some daring fellow is ordered out with an ax to chop away the obstruc tion. It is at the risk of his life. He must be quick, for at the last stroke of bis ax the big log snaps assundcr with a boom like that of a cannon and then there is a tremendous stampede of all the logs behind it. If the driver is lucky and agile he gets ashore all right, leaping from log to log, but one misstep or a little slowness is likely to percipitate tiim into the seething mass, and if it is ;ver found below, his body is mangled llmost beyond recognition. Genera ly it is never found. As the drive pro gresses the men follow through the woods or along the rocky, uneven shores after it, the “wangangs,” or commissary departments of the different gangs, going on before. The driver works as Ions; as it is light enough to see a log, and when the moon is bright they often go to work at 3 o’clock in the morning and continue until the last glim mer of twilight. Then they eat their plentiful but coarse evening meal and, wrapped in their blanket*, lie down to sleep. While they sleep, which seems to them but an hour, the “wangan” moves iliead five or six miles, and when they iwake there is that distance to waik through the woods before breakfast. I'he Japanese believe in bathing. Pub ic baths are so numerous at Tokeo that ;h .*re is one for every three hundred m • aabitants. Submarine Boats. The problem of submarine navigation concerning which M. \ erne romanced fourteen years ago, may be now regarded as completely solved, and the clever structure imagined by the novelist is far surpassed in ingenuity by the actual viv scl* designed and buiit by M. Norden felt, a Danish inventor, and Mr. J. F. | Waddington, of Birkenhead, Eng. The Nordenfelt vessel is run l*y steam, the Waddington boat by electricity. The former is cigar-shaped, steel-plated, 64 feet in length, 12 feet beam, and 11 feet deep. Two propellers working in a ver tical direction supply the sinking force, and a system of balanced rudders keeps the boat in a horizontal position. The steam is supplied by a marine boiler for travelling on the surface, and is stored up for moving under water. The crew live in the air space in the hull, which is sufficient to sustain four men six hours. This boat has remained underwater over an hour at a time without inconvenience to the men, and has been success- : fully operated at a depth of sixteen feet, j She has been run 150 miles on the sur- ■ face, without recoaling, at a maximum speed of eight knots, and under water 16 miles at a maximum speed of three | knots. Although this is comparatively a low rate of speed, the vessel is re- garded as a complete success. Mr. i Waddington’s boat is also cigar shaped, ! but somewhat smaller than the other, j being 37 feet long and 6 feet in diameter i at the center, tapering off to the pointed • ends. A tower is mounted on the boat, i and her depth of immersion below the water surface is regulated by external inclined planes, placed one on either j side and controlled from within. She i is fitted with a rudder placed aft, and a | self-acting arrangement serves to keep j the vessel in its horizontal position. She I is manned by a crew of two men, and a i supply of compressed air is provided tor occasions when the boat remains sub merged for any length of time. The motive power is electricity, which is stored on board in 50 cells. These drive a screw' propeller, and the charge they carry is sufficient to propel the boat for 10 hours at a speed of nearly nine knots an hour, either below the water or on its surface. The cells also supply lights through glow lamps, and drive a pump for emptying the water ballast tanks, which are filled for submerging the boats. This vessel has been given several trials near Liverpool, England, with results that are declared highly satis factory : — lnter- Ocean. A Struggle for Principle. , A rainy day had housed us up in the cabin of a Tennessean, and about 9 o’clock in the morning a man who was addressed by our host as Uncle Billy came riding up through the steady pour on a mule. The animal was placed in the stable, and as the two men entered the house our host observed: “Well, Uncle Billy, how’ll you trade mules ?” “Oh, ’bout $3 tew boot,” was the an swer. They returned to the stables and talked until noon. Then we had dinner, and they talked until 4 o’clock. The rain let up a bit then and we went out to see a cave, leaving them talking mule. We returned at G and they were still at it. We had supper, and the interrupted con versation was resumed and kept up until 9 o’clock. We went off to bed with Uncle Billy saying: “Tell ye w’hat I’ll dew. I’ll trade fur $3 tew boot.” It thundered about midnight, and I woke up and heard that mule talk still going. At 6 o’clock I got up. Uncle Billy was iust riding away. “Well, how r did you come out ?” I asked of our host. “Beat him down to $2 and three bits,” he replied. “So you saved two shillings?” “Exactly, though I wasn't working for that. It was the principle of the thing which I looked at.”— Detroit Free Press. Fhotog»*apliy in Ophthalmology. Messrs. W. T. Jackson and J. I). Web ster have lately succeeded in obtaining good photographs of the retina of the liv ing human eye, illustrations of which are given in the English Photographic News. They were able to bring the time of exposure for the negative to within two minutes and a half, and it is very probable that technical skill will further reduce the time and difficulties. The chief obstacles to shortening the time of exposure, so far encountered, are the color of the retinal reflection and the fact that the lens of the eye has the property of absorbing the ultra-violet rays. It seems highly probable that the photograph will here become a valuable adjunct to the physiologist, opthalmologist, or even the I general physician, as the eye affords the ; diagnostic aid in not a few' diseases.— I Science. I’RK E.U ENTS. Alone. Sim'o she went borne— Tli*' evening shadows 1 nger longer here. The Winter <ia'* till -» much of th*' year, Aud even Summer winds are chill and drour. Since >he went home. Sinoo she went home Tli»* n‘bin's note lias touched a minor strain. The oM glad -ongs brvatho but a sail refrain. And laughter sobs with hidden, bitter pain. Since >be w nt home. Sinop she went h *me — flow still the empty rooms her pre^ne* Mvssed; Cntoueluvl the pillow that her dear hea l pITWKtI; My lonely heart hath nowhere for its rest. Since she went home. Since she went home— Hie long, long days have crept nw iy like years, •*he sunlight has lssm dimmed with doubt i nml fears. And the dark nights have rained in lonely tears, Since she went home. — J. Hnrdftt 111 MOUOUS" A "ood year for pics—The current fear. The fishery question; Honestly, now :lill you got a single bite? It is not patriotism which leads doc tors to go to war. It's pillage. The dogs that went naked all winter have put ou tlieir summer pants. Age appears to increas • the value .if everythin" except women aud but ter. Oliver Wendell Holmes calls a kiss a lisping consonant. lie should have added also that it usually follows a-vowel. We never speak as we pa s by; Although a tear liodims his eye; 1 know he thinks of when ho wrote His name across my three months’ note. A bore, meeting Douglass, said: “Well, what's going on to-duy?” “1 anti’ 1 ex claimed Jerrold, darting past the Intruder. A new song is entitled, “Take your girl some candy when you visit her nt night.” The writer is probably a con fectioner. A somewhat weather-beaten tramp, being asked what was the matter with his coat, replied: “Insomnia; it hasn't had a nap in ten years.'* There are few disappointments in life, equal to that experienced by a man, w ho expects that lie is going to sneeze and suddenly discovers that he can’t. Employer (to collector) “See Mr. Smith ?'* Collector “Was he annoyed at your e tiling upon him ?” Collector “Not a hit. He asked me to call again.” ST!I.I, UK WONDKKH, The young man g<x*s to see his girl, And then what does lie dot He wonders if six * a week Is money enough for ‘J. This life would indeed be a blank,this • world a dreary and desolate waste, if, af ter a misfortune has befallen us, we Had no friend to call in and say, “I told you so.” An exchange says that a folded news paper placed under the coat in the small of the back is an excellent substitute for an overcoat. Now is the time to sub scribe. A big advertiser was overheard the i other day as he made the following judi ; cious remark: “You cannot eat enough in a week to last a year, and vou cannot l . . j advertise on that plan either. If they indulge in many more terrific tornadoes in the brisk and breezy West, Horace Greeley's famous admonition will have to be modified to “Go West, young man, and blow up with the country.” “Are we going to have a picnic this i year (” inquired a youngster of his Sun day-school teacher. “Why, what d 6 you want of a picnic?*’ “Nothing much; but I can get six new scholars in a hurry if you are going to have one.” Tyler’s Sccon I WiCfc* A few years ago a friend loaned me a book containing the reminiscences of Mr. Wise. In it he says that he was rifling j out one evening with President Tyler, who informed him that he was going to marry Miss Gardner. “Why,” said Wise, “she is too young ■ for you.” “Not at all,” leplied the President, “I’m still in my prime.” “That reminds me,” continued, Wise “of au old colored man down in Vir ginia, who was generally consulted by his old master on any affairs of importance, to both. The old master was a widower, and when hr got the consent of a young lady to marry him he communicated the fact to the old man. ‘My sakes,* said Sambo, ‘she is too young for you;’ ‘Not a bit of it,’ answered the master, ‘Pin still in my prime.’ ‘Yes,’ responded Sambo, ‘you are in your prime now, but wait till she gets in her prime, then where will your prime be.’”— CouT&r j Journal.
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