THE CHARLOTTE MESSENG VOL, 111. NO. 3 THE Charlotte Messenger IS PUBLISHED Every Saturday, AT CHARLOTTE, N. C. In the Interests of the Colored People of the Country. Able and well-known writers will contrib ute to its columns from different parts of the country, will contain the latest Gen eral News Tor the day. The Messenger is a first-class newspaper and will not allow personal abuse in its col umn s It is not sectarian or partisan, but independent—dealing fairly by all. It re serves the righ tto criticise the shortcomings of all public officials—commending the worthy, «pid recommending for election such men as in its opinion are best suited to serve the interests of the people. It is intended to supply the long felt need of a newspaper to advocate the rights and defend the inter, sts of the Negro-American, especially in the Piedmont section of the Carolines. SUBSCRIPTIONS: (Always in Advance.) 1 year - - - fl .VI 8 months - - - 100 6 months' - 75 4 months 50 3 months - - - 40 Address, W C. SMITH. Charlotte, W. C , Edward Everett Hale’s new magazine, I/tnd A Hand, prints an article on the domestic fly, in which it is estimated that a healthy fly in five weeks bears a pro geny of 800. Using these figures as a guide the Boston Transcript, presumably for the benefit of its bald-headed readers, argues that before the fall sets in 8,100,- 000,000 flies will begin their careers of activity in this country. Human exist ence is inclusive of a number of solemnly interesting sets of statistics. Any gen tleman who feels inclined to dispute tho correctness of the Transcript's statement of course is at liberty to make his own count. Woman is rapidly winning her way it the English civil service. Acording tc the Lond in Times the extension of the field of women’s work in twenty-fiv; years is remarkable. The census returns show that while in 1861 there were only 1,031 women employed in the civil ser vice, there were in 1881 no fewer than 7,370, and the numbers, owing to the growth of the postoflicc system, are now much higher. The women clerks and accountants had in the same period risen from 404 to 6,414. It is a curious fact that of all the pursuits the employment society recognizes as suited to their cli ents, hair-dressing is the only one which the census returns show to be pass.ng out of women’s hands. “Hippophagy is nowseldom heard of,” says the London St. James's Gazette. “A few years sgo it was strongly advocated in many quarters; but the British public, although ready to swallow almost any thing in the way of food put before it, never took kindly to horse-flesh, and turned a deaf ear to the persuasions of those who recommended the adoption of this kind of diet. It is probable, how ever that horse-flesh is often eaten un awares, and that its consumption is far more common than is generally imagined. Butchers whose consciences are not ten der occasionally, it is to be feared, sell horse-flesh as ordinary meat to unsus pecting customers. An attempt is about to be made to put matters in this respect on a more satisfactory footing. At a meeting held recently for the purpose of e iciting an expression of opinion from the butchers of Manchester and Sal ford with regard to the sale of horse flesh as human food, it was decided to appoint a committee for the purpose of getting an act of Parliament passed to compel butchers who Bell horse-flesh to label it as such." A very simple and valuable code of ice signals has been published by Mr. F. Wyneken, of New York, which, the Herald, says, commends itself to officers of transatlantic steamers. Mr. Wyneken divides the North Atlantic ice regions into squares of one degree of latitude and longitude, and the most dangerous part of this region into smaller areas, inserting in each area on the chart two letters. By the use of the International Code of Signals any vessel which has sighted ice can warn other vessels she may happen to pass by a single display of the new “ice flag” in combination with the flagsof tho International Code corresponding to these letters. By the adoption of this code a steamer approaching tho ice region can quickly ascertain from any vessel which has crossed the Newfoundland Banks just where ice was seen, and what kind of ice (whether heavy pack, icebergs or light field ice). Such a code, the Herald thinks, ought to be introduced at once into all steamers sailing between Europe and America, as it would undoubtedly contribute very materially both to the celerity and safety of their navigation. THE NOBILITY OFNATUFUJ. True worth lain being, no* seeming; In doing each day til" goes by Some little good thing—not in dreamll J Os great things odo by and by; For whatever men say in their blindnesi And spito of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kindly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth. We get back our mete as we measure; \7e cannot do wrong and feel right, Nor can we give pain and feel pleasure, For Justice avenges each slight; The air for the wing of a sparrow, The bush for the robin or wren, ‘ But always tho path that is narrow And straight for the children of men. Tis not in the 11* ges of story The heart of its ills to beguile, Though he who makes courtship to glory Gives all that he hath for a smile; For when from her heights he has won ha j Alas! it is only -5 prove There’s nothing so loyal as honor, And notaing so royal as love! We cannot make bargains for blisses, Nor catch them like fishes in nets; And some times the thing our lite missel Helps more than the thing which it ge'Jv For good lieth u jt in pursuing Ncr gaining of great or of small, — But just in the doing, and doing As wo would be done by. is all. THE TRAMPS FLOY/ER i BY THE REV. E. A. RAND. “Booh! booh! And what you got there? Can’t you give ine a flower?” Lumpie—that was tho way her father called the chubby little girl—looked up out of the dark shadow of the vines, where her face resembled a white star. She wondered who it was that leaned over the fence and spoke to her. “It is a big moon-face,” she said to herself, “a lot of hair ’bout it. And, dear me, I wouldn't vare such an orful old hat. And iiis cose don’t look very fesh and nice, one bit.” Whil- Lumpie was painting the stranger’s portrait, lie was looking up at the sky, and holding out his hand to the wind to find out the drift of the latter, and make a weather-guess. Ho now turned and asked again: “Say, Sis, won’t you give me a posy?” Lumpie picked a bright nasturtium and gave it to him. “That’s a good one, and I’d rather have it than a lump of gold, Sis.” “My papa don’t call me Sis,” “Don't lie? Well, what does he say?” “Lumpie.” “Lumpie! He beats all at namin’ folks; don't he?” “You got a papa?” “Not that I know of. Why, Lumpie, if he were livin’, he’d be as old as that tree back of you, and that would fetch the tree up to seventy years, sure.” “You got a mamma?” continued Lumpie, as if taking the census. “No; the old woman, she’s gone”— “Old ooraan?” • ■ ‘ ‘My—my—mother.” “She gone?” “Yes.” “Gone vare?” “Wbsre heaven is. Don’t you know?” “I ’spect it's up, up ’bove dat apooce tree, somevare.” “That 8 where she is, a-singin’ cherub there, these twenty years.” “Vare’s your home?” “Home?” The tones were sad, pitifully sad. “Where’s your home?” “Here, vare papa and mamma are.” “Where mother is, that’s my home. I wish it was. Wei, Sis—Lumpie, your flower may help me get there ” “Move on I” suddenly called out a gruff voice. “Don’t block the sidewalk 1 Move on!” In an instant, tho moon face, the big lot of hair, the old hat and seedy coat which Lumpie had been looking at—all vanished, and then appeared a man wear ini a blue coat and a silver badge, who strutted along and rapped on tho fence with his billy in an important way. Lumpie now ran into the house and was met by Aunt Salome, who was keeping house for her brother since the beginning of his wife’s sickness. “Lumpie, whom were you talkin'- with?” “I duimo. He didn’t have very nice cose, and haven’t a home.” “A tramp! Horrors!” “Tnrop? ’ ‘ ‘Yes. Sakes alike 1” “I give him a sower.” “What kind? Not one of those beau tiful dahlias?” “A nasturtium, all yaller. Only ho said ’twas gold.” “I warrant; for that’s what he is after.” “He’s a good man, ’cause he said sus kin about his old mumma’s home in Heaven.” “Good? I don’t want any of his good ness C e-phut!" Aunt Salome had now rushed to a back kitchen window, from which she could look out upon the garden where toiled Lumpie’s father, Cephas Bixby. His face no more resembled his sister's thin, wiry, nervous visage than a shingle. 1 ‘Ce plus! CV-phus! Why don’t you hear me?” “I hear you. What is it?” “Who do you suppose is round?” “Folks say I am,” and here Ccphus mischievously contemplated his plump, round body. “Now, don’t plague me. Who do you •’pose has been on the garden fence?” “A fly, I guess.” Cephrs here referred to Aunt Salome’s great summer horror. | “Salome, there has been one special fly that I know for two days has been witching your screens and trying to get 1 in. Get ini If lam ever hungry, may CHARLOTTE, N. C. SATURDAY, JULY 24, 1886. l not be a fly trying to get by your screens.” “You are too bad, Cephas. It was a tramp; and I’m goin’ to complain of him at the police-station.” ‘ ‘Oh 1 let him go. I dare say the police have seen him; and in fact one went by here only five minutes ago.” “Well, I’m goin’ to make sure and enter the complaint. I know he’s spotted the house, and to-night he’ll break in here. There’s no tellin’ what he may do to you. Sakes! He may murder you.” Cephas directed a funny look at the toes of his boots, and resumed his work. “Where are you going when you finish here?” “Well, I shan’t go off to be a tramp while you are here. You may be sure of that. Bless me! You would have me in the station house before night.” “Now, Cephas, tell me where you are goin’ when you get through here.” “I s’posa I must go down to Emer son’s block and inspect it. I did not build it, though that is my business; but Emerson hns been suspicious of the man’s thoroughness who did put it up, and he wants me to step in and look ’round.” “Don't venture where it is dangerous, will you, Cephus? Get that tramp and let him go in." “Not 1.1 won’t ask a man to go when I won’t risk myself.” Aunt Salome muttered somethin! about risking “a tramp’s useless life, and then went into the house to put 01 her ample sun-bonnet. She told Bob, the colored servant boy, to put “Jim" into the coupe and drive her dowi street. “I would like to get some dcscriptioi of the tramp,” Aunt Salome reasoned to herself, “and I’ve a great mind to let Bob call him out of that saloon ahead. Os course he’s in there. That’s where such people go. Then I can describe him to the police. Bob alighted, and went toward the saloon door. “ Well, Bob,” said Jerry Collins, thi saloon-keeper, meeting him on the door-step, “I see you have got Aunt Sa lome here Will she take a nip?” The saloon keeper raised his voice in this closing clause, and roguishly winked at several thirsty customeis. Aunt Sa lome heard it, and in disgust kept her head out of sight. “Oh! she wants to know if a tramp has been here.” “No. I saw, though, a trampish looking sort of a fellow opposite here, and I thought ho was going to make a call ; b 11 c swung a yellow flower in his hand, ’ooked at that, and then moved off.” Was Lumpic’s flower guiding the home less one homeward? “I won’t give it up. He ought to bo here,” said Aunt Salome, as they neared a gambling saloon, knowing very well he ought not to be there. “Tramp been here?” replied the pro prietor to the inquiring Bob. “Well, no; yes. A big, rough heathen came to my door, twirling a yellow flower; but he turned away and I lost sight of him.” Was the flower still guiding? “What shall I do?” exclaimed Aunt Salome. “I can’t report his looks as I would like to the police, and yet I must have them jest watch our house. Land! What is that noise? Bob, what is it?” “Awful, marm, wasn’t it? Hcbbcn ind arth gib way den? Fearful noise! See dose folks runnin’ 1” “What can it be?” screamed Aunt Sa lome. “Do you know, mister?” The man she was l.ailing stopped in the midst of a vigorous run, and bawled out: “They say it’s Emerson’s block that has tumbled.” The man had no second edition of news to give her,but rushed on headlong. “OCe-phus, you there ?” shrieked Aunt Salome. “Drive on, Bob!” And Bob drove till they came to the ruins, one mass of fallen chimney, walls, floors, roofs. There was a dense black crowd around the spot. Several of the people, seeing Aunt Salome, rushed to the carriage. “He is safe, marm. He’s all right.” “Cc-pbus is?” “Yes; we have him iu the ’pothecary store; but he had a narrow escape,” said a man. “I saw the whole of it. You see this building was not put up right, and everybody thought it crazy, and Emerson wanted your brother to examine the thing. People thought they saw the end wall bulgin' out and advised him not tx go; but down into the cellar he went. While he was there the end tumbled aud then we heard a big cry for help from the cellar. You see it was Cephas caught under atimber. But you must not wonder if no man dared go down there; for people were callin’ out: ‘Totlier end is bulgin’ out 1’ At last there came along a big, strong moose-sort of a feller, a rough-lookin' customer that nobody knew, and be jest whisked down that cellar quickly; and in about as short a time as I am telling this story, he git to your brother and then passed him out to us through a c.ellar window. By the time we’d crossed the street with Cephas ” “Then Ce-phus is hurt?” interposed Aunt Salome. “No, he was kinder scratched, but really he won’t need even a plaster." “And that man?” “Well, as I was sayin’, we had crossed the street with Ccphus and all there was left of the building tumbled 1 ’Twas awful!” “And buried that man underneath?” ‘ ‘That's where he is, I’m sorry to say; under that pile the people arc tryin’ to turn over; for they think they can fetch him out pretty quick, guessin’ about where he is." The next moment Aunt Salmomc was out of the carriage. In spite of a lot of nerves, she had a lot of sense and heart in her old, thin body, and she went off at once to get things that she knew would be helpful to tho poor fellow, if taken from the ruins alive. Soon there was a shout. “They’ve got him!” bawled a spec tator. “Take him to tho ’pothocary’s 1” called out Aunt Salome. There they took him, and he was laid beside Cephas. The latter war sore and weak, but Aunt Salome’s informant was right in saying he would not need even a plaster. His lifeless rescuer, though, was so bruised and battered, so mutilated and so covered with blood and dust, that he was not recognized. When his faca had been washed by Aunt Salome, then, even, no one knew him. “Who can it be?” inquired the by > tenders. “I know,” said Aunt Salome. She bad pulled out of the dead man’s pocket a crushed little yellow flower. Aunt Salome was not given to dreams. “Weak, vain, superstitious!” she called them. However, that night, after ques tioning Lumpie about the flower, and learning much that the tramp hid said, u dream came to her. She seemed to see a valley shrouded in darkness, but be yond it glowed the walls of a Golden City. And treading the darkened way, she saw the tramp bearing the yellow flower in his hand. The flower shone with the brilliancy of the city beyond; and it was toward that city his face was turned.— lndependent. % London Bridge. The first London bridge is said to have been in existence since the tenth century. A bridge was built of wood over the Thames in 1014, which partly burned in 1136. Old London bridge, which exist ed until the beginning of the present cen tury, was built of stone. It was com menced in 1176 by Peter of Colechureh, who belonged to a religious and labor fraternity called “Brethren of the Bridge.” Peter died before the comple tion of his work, and was buried in the crypt of the chapel erected on the centre pier, in accordance with the custom of his society, which always provided that any member who died when superintend ing an important work should be en tombed within the structure. The bridge was completed during the reign of King John, in the year 1209. It was chiefly remarkable for its massiveness and the great amount of material used in its construction. It had twenty arches i n a span of 940 feet, with piers varying in solidity from twenty-five to forty l'eet, so that two-thirds of the stream was occu pied by piers, and in low water even a greater proportion, leaving less than one fourth of the whole span for waterway. Houses were built on each side of the bridge, connected by large arches of timber that crossed the street. In July, 1212, a fire in the city at one end of the bridge brought great crowds of people upon the bridge; the building at the other end then caught fire and cut off all way of escape, s > that over 3,000 persons were killed, being trampled on, burned or drowned. In 1800 the bridge was again restored, but was thnee subse quently burned and rebuilt, in 1471, in 1032 and in 1725. In 1756 all the houses upon the bridge were pulled down. In 1822 the corporation adver tised for designs for a new bridge, that made by John Kcnnie was approved, and the work was executed by his sons, John and George. The first pile was driven 200 feet to the west of the old bridge March 15, 1824; the first stone was laid June 15, 1825, and the bridge was opened by King William IV., August 1, 1831. This bridge is quite an imposing struc ture of granite, it has a total length of 928 feet, with five elliptical arches, the span of the centre arch being 152 feet. The cost of the bridge was £506,000. — Inter- Ocean. A . leet of Ocean Steamers. _ 'he wonderful increase since the war of th„ mcrcuutile marine sailing from this port would appear surprising were it not tor the fact that it is going on dally be fore our eyes. Sailing day is no longer confined to the last of tbe week,as it was prior to the civil war. Neither is the expected arrival of a steamship from Europe watched with so much interest. Every day witnesses the departure and arrival of tome one or more large ocean steam vessels, carrying almost a village of passengers each. During 1885 the Brai d of Inspectors of Foreign Vessels granted 148 certificate for ocean pas-en ger steamships with foreign bottoms to sail from this port. This did not include any of the coa-tingstcamcrs.or American vessels engaged iu trade with the West Indies, Central or South America. Sev eral new vessels have been added to the foreign ocean list this year, so that the number now exceeds 150. These are con stantly coming to and going from this port At this season of the year every nvaible ve-tel of Ihis character is called into use, and berths are engaged rar ahead in order to secure comfort and convenience. And yet there is not one steamship between here and England or the Cont.nent sailing under the htar and | Stripes. — Seu> York Hail and Express. The Diet Too Thin. Some eight years ago a community was | started at North Anaheim, the leading | tenets of which were to hold all property in common and to confine their diet to | fruit, vegetables and grain in their raw I state. The experiment has been con ducted with the utmost zeal and good faith, but whatever may be the finnnc.al result, concerning which we have no data, it has proved a gastronomic d raster. The Los Angeles Herald says that “one after another has left tin society by resignation or starvation until only at-w are left hanging ou the verge of life.” The end of the experiment is now rot far off. The spiritual adviser of the society, Walter Lockwood Thayer, is stated to be so nearly starved to death that be is too weak to leave his bed, and Mrs. Hinde, the wife of tho founder of the commu nity, is in the last stages of inanition for want of nourishment. —San Francisco Call. Terms. $1.50 per Aim Single Copy 5 cents. Iron’s Possible Blval. We have no authentic history of the gradual introduction of iron into the uses of civilized man; but given the rough brown or gray stone that we have in our ores, it is evident that the whole was not transformed in an hour or a day into the exquisite temper of the Damas cus blade. It is also probable that while it was still a rare and expensive metal, available only to those who were high in wealth and rank, that the possibilities of its varied structure were well known, j But to bring all of these varied u-es to which it has attained within the g asp of the ordinary man has taken untold centuries of pains and labor, and discov ery upon discovery has been required to develop it. Now a new metal is coming upon the field, which some claim will soon be all its own, and iron, the metal heretofore without a peer, and the greatest factor of human prograss, must step down and out. Aluminum, they say, can be hardened till the diamond is i:s only rival; it can be diawn into a wire so fine or hammered into sheets so thin that the gold-beater aloue can do the work; the tensile strength of the wire rises to 100,000 pounds to the square inch of section; water and atmosphere cannot corrode it; it will burnish like polished silver, blows cannot crystallize it. and its conductivity of heat surpasses that of copper. Then its alloys make an i nti friction metal that goes beyond the power of brass or babbitt to produ c. Sixty years ago a drop of aluminum was produced in a German laboratory after a research of fifty years with the best appliances of the time, and twenty years more were necessary to produce a larger bead. Then in ten years more the metal was on the market at $32 per pound. Since then chemistry has been strug gling with the task and by its constant efforts the price has dropped to sls a pound, and now a new discoverer tells that it can be put on the market at $4 to the pounds. We know the metal well, and the chemist has tried it in his labora tory; he has hammered and drawn, and melted and hardened, until every quality is known, but still the price must make it rare. It costs one-eighth the price of thirty years ago, and still it is 400 times the cost of iron. So it matters little that it stands third in quantity of all the sub stances of which the earth is formed,that it lies about us in every bed of clay, or shale, and that nearly every rock is but an ore bed with wondrous possibilities; so long as nature holds the secret key by which it can be unlocked and freed from the combinations in which we find it, it cannot take the place of iron. That this may come in time is not beyond the range of what can be regarded as a possi bility, but it must come by slow and la bored steps; meanwhile our iron will hold its own and be used as heretofore, while aluminum must be a laboratory metal for a while,and get occassional ap plication in the more expensive imple meats of science.— Power. Fallacies in Regard to Diet. That there is any nutriment in beef tea made from extracts. There is none whatover. That gelatine is nutritious. It will not keep a cat alive. Beef tea and gela tine, however, possess a certain repara tive power, we know not what. That an egg is equal to a pound of me :t, and that every sick person can eat them. Many,especially those of nervous or bilious temperament,cannot eat them, and to such eggs are injurious. That because milk is an important ar ticle of so d it must be forced upon a pa tient. Food that a person cannot endure will not cure. That arrowroot is nutritious. It is sim ply sturcli and water, useful as a restora tive, quickly prepared. That cheese is injurious in all cases. It is, as a rule, contra-indicatcd, being usually indigestible; but it is concen trated nutriment and a waste-repairer, and often craved. That the cravings of a patient are j whims and should be denied. The stom ach often needs, craves for and digests articles not laid down in any dietary. Such are, for example, fruit, pickles, jams, cake, ham or bacon, with fat, cheese, butter and milk. That an inflexible diet may be marked out which shall apply to every case. Choice of a given list of articles allow able in a given case must be decided by the opinion of the stomach. The stomach is right, and theory wrong, and the judg ment admits no appeal. A diet wrhich would keep a healthy man healthy might kill a sick man, and a diet sufficient to sustain a sick man would not keep a well man alive. Increased quantity of food, J especially of liquids, does not mean in -1 creased nutriment; rather decrea-e, since ! the digestion is r. vertaxedand weakened, j Strive to give the food in ns concentrated | a form as possible. Consult the patient’s i stomach in preference to his cravings, and if the stomach rejects a certain arti cle do not force it. —New York Mail and Express. A Witty Reply President .'an Burcn’s son, 'amili&rlj known ar Prince John, was a man of great natural ability, a good lawyer, and a ready wit. On one occasion ho had taken some technical legal advantage by which his opponent's client in an action was non-suited. The man was furious, and declared his purpose to give John a piece of his mind when he sav' him; he would wither him. Happening *o see John one day'.t Downing's, standing at the bar, tc boldly confronted t..e Prince, and, being a small mar., looked up at him Jercely and burr out: “Mr. I Van Buren, is there any cient ro low and mean, or a., case so nasty, that you won't undertak to defend him in i?’ i “I don’t know,” said John, shopping to put away another oyster; then bending down and confidentially drawing out his reply in the little man's ear: “What you been doing?”— Bess; Parley Poore. ER. ROS SOLI& Paracelsus says that the herb called Ros Solis is at noon, and under a burning sun, filled with dew, while the other herbs around t are dry.— Bacon rhou lowly herb! The lesson thou canst teach, my heart would learn! For the road is hot, The centre of my being a dry spot I hurry and I burn, Till by the way-side here I thee discern, } Where thou dost hold and gather to thy breast One cold sweet drop, While I am so opprest. Low upon ray knees I pause To watch thee nourishing the dew that fell [n one still hour when heaven blest earth With her cool kis& In that hour of blto. Behold a sacred birth! What voice could tell, As whispers this cool drop, rhe body's mystery, The spirit’s prop? Ye who have gladness known, was it a toy Broken with years and cast away? Or does it live, a coolness in the beat f A resting-place for other weary feet? Is it a song for those who cannot sing, Turning as this flower has done, Even in the burning sun, The sadness of remembered joy Into a grace no living joy can bring? —Annie Fields , in Harper's HUMOR OF THE DAY. A rural guide says: “Cuttings root easily now.” So do pigs.— Tid-Bitn. “That won’t go down with me” said the skeptical man he looked at a pill. Carl Pretzel. Dr. Mary Walker is a living illustra tion of the well-known fact that clothes do not make the man.— Puck. “The circus is one of the oldest diver sions known to man,” says an exchange. So is a circus joke.— Burlington Free Press. A cheese factory is to be started at Caraccas, South America. Tuc natives will then live, no doubt, on Caraccas and cheese. —Pi teburg Chronicles For luck he carries off the palm, Than Lucifer he's prouder. Who gets the solitary clam That’s served up iu the chowder. —Boston Courier. Sam Jones, in speaking of converting hard-hearted newspaper men, says hu couldn’t touch a Chicago reporter with a ten-foot pole. lie ought to have tried a 10-cent cigar.— Washington Critic. Many a homely girl w ho doesn’t believe at all that osculation will cure freckles ia ready to try the experiment, nevertheless, just to convince a superstitious young man that there is nothing iu it.— tioir t ville Journal. The poet who asked, “Oh where can rest be found?” had never visited the store of a merchant who never advertises. If he could once see one of this mer chant’s clerks he would not ask such a child-like question —Lynn Union. A young man in Gainesville, Fla., sent j seventy-five cents to a fellow in New i York York who advertised “How ta make money fast.” He received from the New Yorker the valuable informa tion; “Take a paper bill and make it fast to something with paste.” “What is that Bicycle Man doing, father. Seel he has Jumped Forward from his Wheel and is putting his Face jto the Earth. Is he Kissing it?” “No. : my son; the Man has his Ear to the Earth. He is Listening. He thought he heard .Someting Drop.”— Burlington Free Press. It is singular how one can be decob ed ' in things. A scientist has discovered that a flash of lightning is not instantaneous, but has a duration of “from 1-1000 ts 1-10000 of a second.” This is a differ cnce, of course, but it is hardly enough to give a man time to dodge the flash.— Norristotcn Herald. Old Chappie—“Ah, here comes De Peters, and weally, Chawles, you trust excuse me, yer know. He’s a nice fellow, arid all that, but he wears such a beastly old-fashioued collar, and always carries 1 nis gloves with the ringers in /rout j instead of behind, that wealljy ye. know, I am ashamed to walk witfc him. -Life. Queen ' hristina, in a few shbrt years, may be teen at the chamber window, with only one sleeve of her dress on, ges ticulating violently at a boy in the back yard and shouting: “Here, you bad boy, Alphonzo Etonze Amadeo Montpen* eier Maximilian Carlos Phillippo Alberta Miguel Padrillo Mcmanez Santillos Quin* !aua Zorillla! coine right in out of that wet grass or I’ll give you such a lesson is you won’t forget in one while!”— j Washington Post. Dr. Holmes says that on “horseback t man's system be.omes claritied, be cause his liver goes up and down like the handle of a churn.” I)r. Holmes it half right—just about half right. If ht should ever get on a native Dakota pony that had inherited a bad disposition he would be surprised to find himscll climbing up toward the blue vault ol heaven making frantic efforts to clutch his liver, which would be goiug on ahead of him like the handle of a churn that had tried to agitate a couple of gal lons of nitro glycerine.— Fstelline Bdl. An elaborate table, just compiled for Lloyd's HcgUUr , shows that last year thero were built in the nations of the world 092 vessels of over 100 tons each, and 382 of these ships were built in tho United Kingdom and sixty-eight in tho colonics. The flats in Paris at present unoceu j pied would accommodate 200,000 people.

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