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- VOL. IV.
The Sorrow of the Xatlons.
There'. dark new over every land,
Th. ha-rU of men arc failing .
Han UkM hi. follow by the Laud,
In nearer brootherhood tbey stand,
For all the earth U walling.
There', sorrow in the but ami hall ;
The bell, or death are tolling :
The aim i. hidden by a pall ;
In whelming billow., orer all
The tido of grief i. rolling.
Loved Dritian'a queen of grace and worth -
The proudeet thrones of power
The millions hih or low in birth
Yea, all the peoples of the earlli
Are one in sorrow's hour,
'Tis not (hat bloody-handed war
A nation's strength lias broken ;
No pestilence has swept the .hum,
Nor famine left in any door
Its grim and drathly token.
A ernel, vile, aecurmil blow
Tho world's great soul lias snotti'ii ;
II laid the man heroic low,
And lines of ib i p and bitter woe
Oil coundi'HH hearts are nritt n.
t'p td the Majesty on high
I'lireaeinK prayer asceieleil ;
And kneeling million wombr uhy
A righteous (i.nl nlueiM let him die
For whom tin -ir prayers -oiilcich-l.
Tib true aserpc.nt .Hikes tin' be, I,
And iiihii .ink down to pirih ;
And swift disrani'H from us nteal
The loved and loving, till wo feel
This lift- bus naught to ehirn.li.
Yet, world of weeping t ipieMion not
Whatever (bid ordaini'st ;
He eaiiuot err, no matter what
The seeming striingniiese of tho lot
The Itnii ,li iimvaii reigneitt !
- I'hilinU Ijilmi Turn
HIS NEXT ENGAGEMENT.
Tho glories of the entertainment
have faded, clown goes gas, nut scrum
bio audience. It is tho last night of the
season, and the hand, sorrowfully,
gloomily every one, from the big drum
down to tho piccolo, are playing t ht
National Antheru over said siason's
gravo to give it decent burial. Kven
the first fiddle foils ont of sorts. Tho
bassoon hits a tear drop trembling on
bis left eyelash, and lets it hung there,
unsupicious of tho fact that nil the
while it glistens visibly in a tiny ray
from tho foot light. As for tho violon
cello next him, that cliff browed, set
faced, hoary-headed veteran of a score
or two of pautoniines, surely this par
ticular pantocrine' death grieves him
bnt little. Why should it whilst he
can twine his bony left arm around
that old violoncello's nock us if it lived
and loved him ; when ho cun bend his
gray head to its strings and hear the
sweet pathos of their tonca ; when he
ran pass his lotig, skinny musician's
fingers fondly over them to draw forth
rich, soothing, swelling, fulling, beauti
ful melody? Why should there be a
quavering lip and trembling eyelash
when the last chord comes ?
The chord is suuck and over. Out
of the orchestra, and already on his way
home, is the first violin, tho cornet
has brought up in the rear with a ca
denza mortvttlo ; the big drum hits
closed his last roll ; the secoud violin
has packed up Lis iiddlo-case; 1 museum
and violonoello remain alono with the
dying light iu the hull.
"Dick I" said the bassoon, cjuitely.
Toor eld white-faced violoncello
never heeded. The left arm in its rusty
sleeve still clasped tho instrument's neek
in that loving way ; tho old gray head
bent down over the strings, with tho
eyes closed.
"Poor old chap !" observed the bas
soon, pityingly, as ho turned up his
coat-collar and tacked his instrument
case nnder his arm. " Dlowed if lie
ain't a playing now I"
"Dick Dick I" he repeated, tapping
the old violoncello good nat tired ly on
the shoulder. The old man opened
his eyes and awoke to tho silence.
"Hallo, Tom Hornby 1 What all
gone? I thought" he looked around
him in disappointed inquiry, and he
spoko in a tone of sadness " I thought
he repeated that second strain. Well,
well ! How deaf I'm getting, to be
Bure!" The rusty blai'k coat heaved
with a sigh as its wearer rose and shut
his music
"All gone but yon, Tom ?" ho said,
sorrowfully. " Well, I won't deny I
thought they might ha' wished me
flood-night,' or 'Good by,' or some
thing of the sort, for the List night ;
but I won't grumble. An old fellow
who's as deaf as a post aud has nobody
to mind him ain't no place in an or
chestra. He'd better get out of the
road as quick as he can, and make no
fuss about it. Friends ain't in his
line."
"Now come, Dick, old man," ex
postulated the bassoon, "dou't go for
to speak like that. Yon knowa there's
one chap as is sorry for you dash my
hide if he ain't I Yes, says I, Dick ;
count me as your friend whenever yon
like. There's a bed for you, and the
same fare as I has myself, whenever
you like to claim 'em; and if we can't find
you another sit ' somewhores directly,
it's a pity. Blow me, it's a pity !"
" Tom Hornby, you're a good-hearted
fellow," returned the violoncello, grate
fully, as his stolid face relaxed a little
before the bassoon's genial smile. " A
uaeloas, old, wom-cut blessing like
mine ain't much to give any both, "he
continued, "but such as it is, Tom, take
it to your kindness ; and may you
never have such a black wot Id before
you as I've got now."
They shook hands ; the bassoon
stepped through the little narrow door
beneath the stage, and his companion,
bearing his unwieldy violoncello, extin
guishing the last gas-jet as he followed
turn.
"Good night, Dick; and don't be
down-hearted, old man. Your next en
gagement '11 make amends."
" Good night, Tom Hornby ; God
uioss you.
Again they shook hands ; then bus
soon whistled off into tho hurryiug
crowd at the stage door, and violoncello
turned to face tho wind tho other way.
Out into the bleak street, where tiny
yellow rush-lights of lamps cast a
meliiucholy glimmer or two upon
crowds of hurrying faces, some fat and
round, some red and well favored, all
hurrying uloug through tho little snow
dota which tho wind blow about.
Old violoncello buttoned his rusty
coat close, and turned up the collar as
if tho wind might find that an obstacle
in its attacks upon his scraggy old
throat, whilst ho hugged that dingy big
fiibllo of his tight against his body,
and settling his eyes straight before
him, drugged his trembling knees in
tho direction they pointed. I'p ono
street and down another; along a wide
white road, lined witli tall white man
sions ; down a narrow, wriggling, dark
alley, lined with rickety lodging-houses.
On ho trudged through tho gray, pulpy
mud of trampled snow.
On and on to tho dreary blank of
future which lay before him, the old
lack-lustre eyes fixed iu that straight
forward look of despair, the cold lono
liuess steadily settliug down upon his
aged heart to brood there. For the
season was over, and old violoncello had
struck his lust chord nt the hall.
"You see, Dobbs," tho leader of the
orehfster had said, " now the full
season's over, it's unreasonable to ex
pect the management to keep up such
a baud, so, much as it goes uguinst me
to say it, wo must part."
'Onito right," bad chimed in the
manager with the ferocious moustache.
" Fstuhlishnicut expenses must bo cut
down, my man ; everybody can't stop
on ; so there you are I Might as well
ask mo to keep extra bandsmen ont of
my own aalery I"
Bo old violoncello struck his last
chord, aud went with a leadeu heart.
Good hourted Tom Hornby comforted
him with hopes of that next engage
ment. But who would havo him -
poor, old, worn-out, deaf as ho was,
Nobody, he said. Aud his heart sank
like a lump of cold lead as he thought
of that answer.
Tho pulpy slush chauged to white,
untrodden suow upon the path ; the
streets were quieter and darker. Old
violoncello reached his humblo lodging,
admitted himself by his latch key,
Uimbed the three flights of ricketty
stairs. In the tiny garret at the top
of them was a tireless grate, a square,
white bed, a table, a chair, aud a win
dow one broken pane of which was
stopped with brown paper. As ho
lighted his two inches of lean caudle
and showed these, the old man sat down
upon the chair and bent his gray head
upon tho table. No tear was in his
eyes when ho lifted them. He drew
his violoncello closer to him ; he hugged
it as he might a favorite child ; then he
bent his head once more upon the little
table, aud his bow slipped to the Iloor
from tho numbed fingers which clasped
it.
Lower and lower burned tho candle,
whilst outside, upon the bars of the
window-panes, white snow gathered
higher and higher us tho flukes kept
falling.
When the blanched face was again
nptnruo.l the eyes were moistened.
"So we've como to it at last, have we,
old fiddle?" tho old man moaned in
apostrophe of his loved violoncello, as
ho stopped to pick up tho bow. "We're
old now, both of us ; we're no use now !
You're .patched aud cracked, and your
muster's deaf ; they dou't want a pair
like us uow-a-days. We're ready al
most for our last engagement. Yes, old
Addle ; you've been a good servant to
your old master, and you could do
something, too, iu your day ; but not
much longer not very much longer.
We're old now ; they can do without
us."
A tear dropped npou the finger-board,
and the old man wiped it caroailly oil'
with his coat-sleeve.
"Yes, old friend," he contiuued,
gaziug affectionately on his battered
companion of wood aud strings, "we've
been friends for long, but we're coming
to our last engagement."
Whilst the snow flakes fell thicker
against the window, softly and noise
lessly, the old man drow his bow across
the strings of tho violoncello iu a half
unconscious way, bending down his
head to the instrument just as he always
did. Though his ears were deaf to
aught else, they never failed to drink
iu the tones which sprang from those
vibrating chords. Slowly, weirdly, pa
thetically the music rose and fell in
gentle ripples around the loom, so
hushed and low that it awakened no
echoes iu the silent house. Only iu
that poor chamber would it wander ;
only around that toor old couple, in
strument and pluyer, would its sweet
melody float. As he played, tho old
man's eyes gently closed, and from his
faco the linos of settled despair gradu
ally cleared away, till only a happy
smile was left beaming uround wrinkles.
The player's thoughts were far away ;
to him tho cold room and the snowy
window were become as nought. Back
iu tho little garden of fifty years ago, iu
tho urbor scented by tho pinks and
roses, with the dark velvet punsies
clustering the little plot at hia feet ;
ho was listening again to thut sumo old
tune as he heard it first, when his wife,
ong dead, sang tho words and he
played tho air upon that well remem
bered violin. He could hear her voice ;
ho could smell the roses perfume.
Surely it was that sumo violin he was
playing now! From his closed eyes,
down tho white cheeks, tears dropped
warm and fust upon the strings of the
violoncello. He heeded them not ; his
thoughts were fur uway.
So tho tune rose and fell, and the
snow gathered thicker and thicker on
tho window-panes, till the candle on
the littlo table flickered out. Yet the
arm in tho rusty sleeve did not weary
iu its slow, regular motion ; tho cold
fingers still pressed the strings; the
player did not awake to the darkness of
tho room.
"We're old now," ho murmured ; they
don't want us auy longer."
His eyes were still shut, but the tune
waxed slower and slower, till it died
altogether. Tho bow slipped from the
old man's lingers; the gray head sank
upon tho tabid ; tho violoncello rested
soundless against tho breast of the rusty
black coat.
When tho morning cnnie nnd briirht
sun-rays struggled through the snow
blocked window panes, they shone upon
a tiny table, a square white bed, a lire-
less grate, a patched and dingy old vio
loncello. But the bow had fallen upon
the floor, aud the player's nerveless lin-
gerd hung white and stiffened upon the
strings.
Old violoncello hud yolie to his lust
engagement.
(iraiulpa.
The grandpa iz an individual, aged
sumwhare between 51) and 1(10 years, ol
a proniiskious temperament, and iz a
oniuion occurrence iu all well regu
lated faieilys. Next to a helthy mother-
in-law, they have more uktive bizziucss
on hand than enny other party in the
household. They are the standard
authority on all leading topicks, nnd
what they don't kno about things that
took place sixty-tivo yours ago, or will
take place for tho uext sixty-five years
to cum, is a damage for enney one to
kno. Grandpas are not entirely useless,
they are handy to hold bubys, aud feed
tho pigs, aud are very smart at mend
ing a brokeu broom handle, aud sifting
coal ashes, und aro good at putting up
tho clothes line on washing days. I have
seen grandpas that could churn good,
but i konsider it a mighty mean trick to
set an old fellow ov HO years to churn
ing butter. I am a grandpa minolf, but
i won't churn butter for no concern,
uot if i understand miself. I am a,
solid on this konklusion as a p raven
image. I am willing to rok baby all
tho time while the wimmiu folks are
bileing sope, i am willing to cut rags,
to work up into rag karpets, they can
keep mo hunting hens' eggs wet days,
or picking greou currants, or I will
even dip bundles, or koro apples for
sass, or turn a grind stun, but, bi thun
der, I won't churn. I havo examined
miself on this subject, aud i will bet a
jak knife, so long az he remains in hi,
right mind, Josh Billiugs won't churn.
A, a general thing grandpas ore a set
ov konsnited old phools who don't seem
to realize that what they kno themselfs
iz the result of experience, and thut
younger people hav got to git their
knolledgn iu tho same way. Grandpas
are poor help at bringing up children,
bnt they have got precept and katekism
en tiff, but the young ones all seem to
understand thut grandpa minds them a
heap moro than they mind grandpa.
Jsh Hillings.
"Checks."
A "society" item says it is now the
fashion for the bridegroom and bride to
receive checks for wedding presents.
The custom is an old one. A man who
married a rich young woman last spring
reoeived a big check about an honr
after the ceremony was performed. It
came from a police officer. In leas than
ten hours he would have taken passage
with his bride for Europe, if he had uot
been checked by the officers. He had ,
led a checkered career with false checks
aud such. The bride could not check j
her tears, and her father could hardly
check an impulse to kick the villain iu
side out. We never heard of a society
wedding at which there were so many
checks. Xorristoirn Herald,
(iK.iVF.SOI' I'KKMOF.MS.
Where l In- Mhi i. i ii Mriiil Mm Wlio llnve
i-i'iii'tt l lit' t iiiii il wiiii. a V eie I. mil
Iti.l.
Washington's remains were inlKTT re
moved from the old vault where they
had hithertolain to aro'jiny brick vault,
simple and substantial. His body and
that of his wife are inclosed in coffins of
Pennsylvania marble, ouo bearing an
American shield, the other the words,
"Martha Washington." These are
placed in the vestibule of tho vault
proper, which is closed against the pub
lic with an iron gate. John Adams and
his son, John Vuiucy Adauis, sleep side
by side beneath tho Unitarian Church
of (,uincy, Mass., their wives with them.
Tho tomb is an apartment iu tho front
part of tho cellar, walled in with large
blocks of roughly-faced granite, and
having for a door a granite slab seven
feet by three, with massive hinges and
look of wrought iron. In the church
above, on either side of the pulpit, are
tablets of clouded marble, each sur
mounted by a bust and inscribed with
tho familiar epitaphs of the only father
aud son that ever held the highest (-(lire
in the gift of tho American people.
Jefferson und his wife and daughter
were buried in a thick growth of woods
few hundred yards to the right of the
road leading from Charlottesville, Va.,
to Montiecllo, in a small private ceme
tery about one hundred feet square. It
was time thut its cure should be under
taken by the public, for when tho New
York Wnrlil'i correspondent visited the
spot two years n:;o be found the inclo
snre matted with weeds, the walls
breached, the graves trodden level with
tho ground, and the courso granite
obelisk over Jefferson's resting place
chipped and buttered by relic-hunters
till only two linos of tho inscription
were decipherable. Madison reposes in
such u scene and amid such surround
ings as the mention of his name would
lead one to loook tor. Montpelicr, near
( bange, Va., in the ceuetr of a softly
picturesque region, is a fuir und trim
estate, and the cemetery-lot in thecenter
of a level field, well kept and neatly
turied. From a pedestal of four pieces
rises a graceful and slender obelisk,
inscribed with Madison's name and
birth-date, while by its side a less lofty
shaft murks tho resting-place of the
fuircst of Republican queens, 1 lolly
Madison. Monroe's body reposes iu
Hollywood Cemetery, Virginia, on an
eminence near its extreme southwestern
limit, commanding a beautiful view of
llichmoud and the James. Above tho
body is a huge block of polished Vir
ginia ii arblo support ing a coftin-r.hapcd
block of granite, on which aro brass
plates suitably inscribed. The whole
is surrounded by u sort of gothie temple
four pillars supporting n peaked roof,
to which sumething of the appearance
of a bird-cage is imparted by tilling in
the interstices with iron gratings.
Jin ksou and his beloved wife Huchel
ure buried iu a corner of the garden of
the Hermitage, eleven miles from Nash
ville, on tho Lebanon pike. The tomb
is a circular area of Tenncsscce lime
stone, eighteen feet iu diameter, ap
preached by three steps; eight fluted
columns support an entablature aud
dome, surmounted by an urn. In the
center of the area is a square support
ing a pyramid. Jackson lies on the left,
under a plain stone slab ; his wife on
the right. Mugnolia trees encircle the
grave, on which a small clump of hick
ories cast their shade. Van Burens
body rests in the center of the Van
Buren lot in the northeastern corner of
the cemetery at Kinderhook. Above it
is a plain granite shaft 1") feet high,
bearing a simple inscription abont half
way up one face. Inscriptions on two
other faces arc in memory of his wife
und their son, Martin. The lot is tin-
fenced, unbordered, unmarked by shrub
or flower. Harrison's body in 1S70 lay
in a plain brick vault on tho summit of a
hillock at North Bend, O., fifteen miles
from Cincinnati. A thick undergrowth
then covered the hillock, and the tomb
was not marked by a single letter. It
was understood that the body was to be
removed to Spring Grove Cemetery, at
Cincinnati. Tyler's grave is a turfed
mound in Hollywood Cemetery, at Rich
mond, ten yards from that of Monroe.
No stone marks it, though tho State is
ultimately to erect a monumont above
the spot but a deodar and a magnolia
stand sentinel over it, and it is sur
rounded with (lowers.
Polk's burial-place is in the garden
of the mansion ho purchased on the eve
of his death. The site is tho corner of
Vine and I'uion streets in tho city of
Nashville, and the tomb is near the gate
in the center of a smooth grass-plot
round which vuns a shell path of daz
zling whiteness. The monument is of
limestone Doric columns supporting
tho usual aichitrave, frieze, cornice and
attic. The monument proper is a stone
rising some five feet from the floor and
bearing the long record of Polk's public
services. In 170 Taylor's body was at
Cave Hill cemetery, Louisville, await
ing removal to Frankfort, where a suit
able monument was to be erected over
it, close to that which marks the resting
place of Bichaid Mentor Johnson. Fill
more's grave is in the peacoful aud
pretty Forest Lawn cemetery, three
miles north of Buffalo, almost upon the
crest of its central hill. A lofty shaft
of polished Scotch granite rests on a
pedestal of the same material, super
imposed on a base of Loekport stone ;
its only ornament, a slight moulding
ruuniiig round the pedestal. It is iu-
sciibed with "Fillmore" in large raised
letters, and on the faces of the shaft are
inscriptions in memory of tho President
and the different members of his family.
Tho monument rises at tho head of his
grave ; a great Norway spruce casts its
shadow ou the foot. Pierce's grave is in
tho Minot inclosure, adjoining the old
cemetery at Concord, N. II. Abave it is
a monument of pure Italian marble, a
spire with cap, die aud plinth resting on
a base of granite and surrounded by a
draped cross. "Pierco" is carved on
the plinth, and thero is a brief inscrip
tion on the panel of thi die. His wifo
and thoir two sons are buried near him.
Buchauan's tomb is in Woodward Hill
cemetery, at Lancaste r, Pa. It is in
closed by a fence of black iron with
posts of mottled granite, the iron bars
being interlaced by a fragrant hedge of
roses. Tho gruss w it kin is velvety and
dotted with rosebushes. Tho body restB
in a vault of heavy masonry covered
with largo limestone flags. A base of
New Hampshire granite supports a
monnmeul in the Iloniun style a sin
gle block of Italian marble, wrought
with heavy moulded cap and baso,
carved with an oak-branch studded with
leaves and acorns, and simply inscribed.
Lincoln's monument is a great pile of
marble, granite and bronze, in Oak
Ilidgo cemetery at Springfield, 111.,
with the description of which all Amer
ican readers have been made familiar
from time to time. The body of the
President lies in the catacomb in a
leaden coffin, inclosed in a cedar case
within a sarcophagus of rich white mar
ble, having carved on ono end the
word "Lincoln," Johnson's grave is
on tho summit of a lofty cone-shaped
eminence half a mile southwest of
Greenville, Teun. Tho monument is of
nutrhlo ou a baso of granite. From
piers on each side of the graves of John
son and his wifo springs a granite arch
of thirteen stones; on this rests the
monument proper, a plinth suitably in
scribed, a die carved with tho Constitu
tion (minus tho Fourteenth aud Fif
tecuth amendments) and an open Bible
ou which rests a hand as if iu tho act of
taking an cat h, aud a tapering shaft of
miuble festooned at the top wit h the
American flag aud surmounted by an
eagle with outstretched wings. Gar
field's remains, us all our readers know,
lie in Lake View cemeterv, Cleveland,
Ohio. '
ItecclierN F.iilngy ou (urllelil.
Memorial services in honor of Presi
dent Garfield were held at Feekskill.
The number assembled was so large
thut the oveitlow crowded into tho
Presbyterian chinch aud listened to ad
dresses from various speakers. The
llev. Henry Ward Beecher pronounced
a most impressive eulogy. He said :
"This is a funeral service, and we are
gathered as a household whose father
has been struck down by tho hand of
violence. Not even when Lincoln was
slain was there such an exhibition of
universal sympathy. Tho pulses of the
foreign governments are quickened by
by the common sorrow. Crowned heads,
legislators aud nobles, and chief of all,
the noble ((ucen of Kngland, our moth
cr country, all have taken this sorrow
into their own bosoms. I look with
profound admiration on the man who
has gon with profound sympathy for
those nearest to him, but with still
greater admiration do I regard tho na
tion of which President Garfield was
the illustrious head. Ho was stricken
down, but nothing fell with him. The
vast machine did not stop; every func
tion went on because the government
is tho people. No blow struck at a sin
gle man can remove that power which
lies in universal citizenship. Pou
names of American presidents stand out
conspicuously iu history Washington,
Jefferson, Lincoln and Garfield, who,
though it was not his good fortune to
complete his task, had arleady develop
ed such noble traits which promised a
rich harvest in later days. He was a
noble man, made illustrious to the end
of time as a military man, as a legisla
tor, as President, as a Christian gentle
man, and as a canonized martyr. As
we have passed from boyhood to man
hood in this village, we have met in
services joyful and sad, when political
discussions ran high, when patriotic
memories were recalled, and when the
graves of our heroes were strewed with
flowers, but never on such an occasion as
this, when we share a 'sorrow which
overcomes the whole world. All classes
recognize his greatness and his glory.
He was no cold figure on tho page of
history with all the human taken out of !
him, but one ofns, with a character and
manhood such as we all love and admire,
tie is recognized everywhere as the nol
lebt example of manhood. The peas
ant grieves for him because from pover
ty he I ccame a king; monarchs weep
for him, because, though of humble
birth, he possessed kingly attributes."
I in per bet Handling of Cotton.
Until the last census, ginning, pres
sing, aud baling have been classod with
the "production" of cotton, and its
manufacture held to consist solely of
spinning and weaving. Yet there is
not a process to which the lint is sub
mitted after it is thrown from the ne
gro's "pocket" that does not act direct
ly on the quality of the cloth that
is finally produced, and on the cheap
ness and efficiency with which the cloth
is made. The separation of the fibre
from the seed, the disposition made of
fluffy lint before it is compressed, the
compression itself, aud the baling of
the compressed cotton these are deli
cato operations, involving the integrity
of the fibre, the cost of getting it ready
for the spindle, and the ease with which
it may be rpun. Indeed Mr. Hammond,
of South Carolina, a most accomplished
writer, contends that tho gin-hoiiRe is
the pivotal point around which the
whole manufacture of cotton revolves.
There is no question that with ooe
tenth of the money invested in im
proved gins, cleaners, and presses that
would he required t for factories, and
with incomparably less risk, the South
could muko one-half the profit, pound
for pound, that is made in tho mills of
New Lnglund. Mr. F. C. Morehead,
already alluded to in this article, says :
"A farmer who produces 500 bales of
cotton '200,000 pounds can, by tho
expenditure of .$1500 on improved gins
and cleaners, add one cent per pound to
to the value of his crop, or 62000. If ho
added only one-half of one cent, he
would get in the first year over fifty per
cent, return of his outlay." Mr. Fd
ward Atkinson - to close this list of au
thoritiessays that the cotton crop is
deteriorated ten per cent, at least by
being improperly handled from the
field to the factory. It is, of course,
equally true that a reform in this de
partment of the manufacture of cotton
would add ten per cent, to the value of
the crop -say .?:!(), 000,000 -and that,
too, without cost to tho consumer.
Much of the work now done iu tho
mills of New Lnglund is occasioned by
the errors committed in gUuiug and
packing. Not only would tho great
part of the dust, sand, and grit that get
into tho cotton from careless handling
about the gin house be kept out, if it
wcro properly protected, but, that which
is in tho libro liaturull.v could be clean
ed (Hit more efficiently and with one
third the labor and cost, if it were taken
before it has been compressed uud baled.
Beyond this tho excessive beating and
tearing of the fibre necessary to clean it
after the sutnl has been packed iu I
weaken and impair it, and the sand
injures the costly and delicate muchiu
ery of the mills. Ilnrjifr's Mfiuinfm
Kink)-.
Into Society and Hack Aaui.
A letter from lndiunupoli-i, Ind., tells
the following story: "Six years ago
the younger member of one of the lend
ing business firms of this city, a scion
if one of the wealthiest families, was
united in marriage to a shop girl, and
society' was bonified over the alleged
mesalliance. True, the bride was hand
some, well educated aud of pure charac
ter. Lust week thebiideof six years
aco resumed her old position as a clerk.
The history is in a uutshell. The young
met chant, wearied of 'society,' wanted
a home and a wife. The bride, wearied
with her daily toil, wanted 'society.'
' Society ' welcomed her after her fash
ion ; the husband, who knew its hollow
ness, was ill-content with his domestic
surroundings, und dissensions grew un
til ending in separation. The death of
their only child U thought to have
hastened the estrangement, and the
lady, with a will of her own, has vol
untarily returned to the duties which
she apparently relinquished for life six
yours ago. The business interests of the
husband meanwhile have been trans
ferred to Chicago, audit is understood
that formal divorce proceedings will bo
instituted at once.
beam to Work.
Now, girls, don't allow mother to
darn your stockings ; attend to this
simple duty yourselves. Fine darning
is rc.'ly an accomplishment. Take the
care of your entire wardrobe as far as
possible. Don't let a button be off
your shoes a minute longer than is
necessary. It takes just about a min
ute to sew one on, and oh, how much
neater a foot looks iu a trimly buttoned
boot than it does in a lop-sided affair,
with half the buttons off. L'very girl
should learn to make the simple articles
of clothing. Mike the work a study.
Once get in the habit of looking over
your things, and yon will like it wonder
fully. You will have the independent
feeling that you neod not wait for any
one's convenience in repairing and
making.bnt that yon can be before -hand
in ali such matters. The relief to your
weary mother will be more than you
can estimate. When you become as
old and worn as she is, you will know
how much, 'every little helps."
Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, always
charming, witty and active, feels his
seveuty-two years only in a slight deafness.
ITEMS OF I MEREST.
The Presidout is a widower, but that's
not saying he will always remain one.
The railroa ls of Kentucky are assessed
at $31,000,000, an increase of more than
$5,000,000 over last year.
There are 1G3,2'J3 more Baptisst in
this country than thero were last yeer.
The present total is set down as 2,296,
327.
The Baptist Home Missionary Booiety
wants to raise $500,000 as a jubilee of
fering to mark its semi-centennial year.
Some of the rich Baptists favor the pro
ject. Tho hackmen of London who put on
emblems of mourning for President
Garfield must differ somewhat from the
same class in onrown great nnd glorious
republic.
If a man should attempt to go down
the street calling everything he caw by
its right name he would hardly get half
a block without being mobbed and ar
rested. Mrs. Burke, of Omaha, made $1,000
at tho Nebraska State Fair by riding
ten miles in twenty minutes and thirty
fcur seconds. She ustd four horses
and made six changes.
Benson In Birds.
Several years ago a pair of my canaries
built ; while the hen was setting the
weather became intensely hot. She
drooped, and I begun to fear that she
would not be strong enough to hatch
the eggs. I watched tire birds closely
and soon found that the cock was a de
voted nurso. Ho bathed in tho fresh
cold water I supplied every morning,
then went to the edge of tho nest, and
the hen buried her heud in his breast
and was refreshed. Without hands and
without a spouge what moro conld we
havo d ne V The following spring the
same bird was hanging in a window with
three other canaries, each in a separate
cage. I was sitting in the room and
heard my little favorite give a peculiar
cry. 1 looked up and saw all the birds
crouching on tiieir perches, paralyzed
with fright. Ou going to tho window
to ascertain tho cause of their terror, I
saw a large balloon passing over the
end of the street. The birds did not
niovo till it was out of sight, whs-n all
gave a chirp of relief. The balloon was
only in sight of tho bird who gave the
alarm, and I have no doubt he mistook
t flora bird of prey. I, have a grc(n
and a yellow canary hanging side by
side. They are treated exactly alike
aud aro warm friends. One has often
refused to partake of sonio delicacy till
the other was supplied with it. One
day I had five blossoms of daudoliou ; I
gave three to the green bird, two to the
yellow one. The latter flew about his
cage singing iu a shrill voice, aud show
ing unmistakable signsof anger. Guess
ing the cause, I took away one of the
three flowers, when both birds settled
down quietly to enjoy their feast.
Ny.M..,-. " "
Hon to lie Beautiful,
Most people would like to be hand
some. All cannot have good features
they are as God made them ; but almost
anyone can look well, especially with
good health. It is hard to give rules in
a verv short space, but in brief those
will do :
Keep clean - wash freely. All the
skin wants is leave to act free, and it
takes care of itself. Its thousands of
air holes roust not be cloned.
Fat regularly, and sleep enough- not
too much. The stomach can no ore
work all tho time, day and night, than
a horse. It must have regular work and
rest.
Good teeth are a help to good looks.
Brush them with a soft brush, especially
at night. Go to bed with cleansed
teeth. Of conrse to havo white teeth it
is needful to let tobacco alone. All
women know that. Washes for tho
teeth should be very simple. Acid may
whiten the teeth, but it takes off the
enamel and injures them.
Sleep in a cool room, iu pure air. No
one can have a cleanly skin who breathes
bud air. But more than all, in order
to look well, wake up mind and soul.
When the mind is awake, the dull,
sleepy look passes uway from the cyesj
A Just Tribute.
S 'uator Voorhees delivered an elo
quent address at a Garfield memorial
meeting at Torre Haute, Ind., last week,
He said he had known tho late Presi
dent IN years, had served seven years
in Corgress with hira, and that tho kind
ness of hia nature and his mental ac
tivity were his leading traits. "Ther
was," said Mr. Voorhees, light in
his face, a chord in his voice, and
pressure in his hand which were fnll of
love for Lis fellow-beings ; he had the
joyous spiritsof boyhood and the robust
intellectuality of manhood more per
fectly combined than any man I ever
knew. Nature was Ixmutiful to him,
and bis acquirements were extensivo
and solid. If I might make compari
son I would say that with the exception
of Jefferson and John Qaincy Adams
he was the most learned President in
what is written in lsjoks in the whole
range of American history."