IVrtnn flcrjistrr. gil Win rvrnr riinviT by C O LL. CLEVE. ALB AM V, OREGON. THE LITTLE FOLKS. . Story of the Maple-Tree. 1 ist litre ihe cliirn trtMp 3i .. , Ai mora mid noou together, A pie M grew ureen an.t strong I jii "ti fcU tue summer wtuther rhe .:U; UM, Bo slim, no gree Aiy Mi rhe birches rouurt it r on I h 1-1 to zuake a screen, AuJ ui oue eVr had fouud it. - N BHtnmet days begin to fade,"' C . ri s..,.l :he iu i . , sighini : All I u(i on ee-t me in this sha.I ! Watt i' -.he use of trying?" Ami wkUs one i.:.'.",'. slip frettefl tuns, Ttbe air nrw ood aud colder. At. i Ifeerfl r-arue a painter down tiie road. His colors ou his shoulder T.,. . Pvoai -iKiwn the winding way . te ::.ttir, leaping, tinging ; And as he ran about in play, Bia Batata baS went io.viaging. Th en how th spatters flew about. And srreuki luth red and yellow, .k.t the U avee that leaneU far out Glowed tike the apples itirJtow. Ttw maple watched the colors grow, .. n tied, "Oh. stop! oh, listen : Before my leaves fall, paint me now Catil iu red I glisten." ,Ta- c Frost stands still. So small the tree, II '. safe among the birches. He stops uncertain; then he climbs, And rock and bink he s arohes. " Ob, paint cue, please I the maple cried. Bright red and red all over. Till each one that niay walk or ride v. m ant y shall discover.'1 N incr said than done it is ; h - swift brush tone he sinking, Xhi :. . wings away, upon his back li;' brashes, tightly sUuiu. Ail;vn the road the painter goes ; In attest joy she watches. Til the far -off hills betray his path Ir. rod aud p.lrple blotches. liow rpiendid shine the mapo'-trce. With ;reeu arouud and under ; Tb golden rods in all the place ow dowu iu reverent wonder. And how she scorns the ladv birch That stands so close beside her ; H .-r head she tosses, waves her anus, And shakes her leaves out wider. (. silly little raop'y-tree ! Have doue with all your prinking ; Aio-fci the road tie -hildren see. Of fun aud pleasure thinking. 'Ok, look ' hallo I come see the sh am '. A tree jus like a :"e3ther '. l,er v Btica it in our ii&Ts, yt u kuow, .: ri march dewu -II together!" TLoy sv.-arm the raapberry bushes through ; The;, tread the thistles under : Tney gather rou the trembling tref Intent ou scarlet plunder. O, dainty attic tree'. She stands I.lke a t:-le-u-red city; They b-'ud a&c br-ak with feet and hands The jubilant ttaTttfHtt' Thtn off they inarch in scarlet line. And blase through all the meadow; Bj: the birches droop tueir glistening leaves, And screen her with their shadow. I una C. BrtwkeU, an '!. .Vi-AWs.r Xevem&er. How Pussy Died. One day in the early spring a little girl went with her father to a bazar. She had three shillings to spend, and wondered very much what she could find to buy. And she bought a tiny, wee kitten, with a blue ribbon round its neck. She carried it home herself, and puss grew fat and merry, and her little mistress loved her dearly. One morning, two or three months later, when the spring had almost tnmfd into Riiramer. and when Pnssv's life was chiefly spent in playing about i the garden, or sleeping in the warm sunshine, two little girls were standing near an open window. It was 8 o'clock, and breakfast was not ready, so they were watching the happy birds as they flew past, singing, and thinking about their nests. It was the little girl who had bought the kitten, and a sister, only three years older than herself. All oi a sudden a terrible loud noise was heard quite close to the window, which frightened her so much that the younger began to ery ; and the elder child would have cried, too, if she had not been too buay trying to comfort her little sister. "Don't cry, dariing," she whispered; "it is only Tom in the next garden shooting; he won't hurt us." Still comforting her little sister with gentle words, she looked once more out of the window, and her eye caught sight of something moving on the grass in the next garden. It was Pussy. But what made her walk in that old way, drag ging her leg and twisting herself about ? She had bu-en shot ! No one was there to tell the child, but as she "looked she knew in a moment that the gun that had just gone off, and frightened them so much, had shot lit tle Pussy. What should you have done, little boy or girl, who reads my story ? I will tell you what, this little girl did. She held her Hps quite tight together, that she might not ery, and said softly to her sister, " I must go away for a few minutes, dariing," and then she ran down into the garden. And the thought that filled her mind as she went was, '" Oh, I am glad little sister did not see Pussy !" Into the garden she ran, and all abont she looked, and at last, under the green bush where she had so often lain bask ing in the pleasant sunshine, the child saw Pussy lying stiff aud still. She had crawled to her own little sunny bed to die. I She did not mew, or make any seund, only one leg moved a very little. Not far off was the gar dener, busy mowing the grass. He was a kind man, and came to see what was the matter. He took up Pussy in his hands. " She is dead," said the gardener ; " what shall I do with her?" Then a thought came into the child's mind, " If we do not hide her qnite away, sister will wish to see Pussy, and that will cause her much grief." At the bottom of the garden flowed the river, wide and still. ' ' Put her in there, " she said, looking up to the gardener. And down the path where Pussy had often played so merrily, and the chil dren had laughed to watch her jumping and skipping in jthe sunshine, she waB carried now, for the last time. The kind gardener tied a stone round her nek, and nut her very gently into the river and the water closed over her. "Good-bye, Pussy." Then the child turned, and went slowly and sadly into fv, bruise. Her little sister had come down to breakfast ; she had forgotten all about the gun. and was full of fun and merriment. The heart of the other .nild was sad : but there was joy in it, too, for she said to herself, "I have saved little sister from a great grief ; she must know about Pussy soon mother will tell her ; but she will not feel the pain that I felt when I saw her lie." Little children, this is a true story. Let us try to be like that little girl, and save each other from pain. It will help us to bear trouble, and will lighten our own sorrow. And God will bless us if we try, for in the Bible it is said : " Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Chrit."-Prize. -Children's Legends unci Superstitions. Traditions, legends and superstitions, closely linked as they often are, remnin very distinct in themselves and in their influence. A tradition may be true ; a legend is not only untrue, but improb able ; and a superstition is a foolish be lief in the supernatural and impossible. The first two are apt to be full of inter est and charm iy the last is always a blight, wherever it may settle. The world abounds in wild and marvelous stories that are believed in by the un educated. For instance, in almost every country there are legends about long-sleepers. According to them, Charlemagne sleeps in Hess, seated on his throne, with crown on head and sward in hand, waiting tUl Antichrist shall come ; the seven youths of Ephe sus, who refused to bow down to the idol of the Emperor Decius, sleep on, their faces fresh as roses, till the resurrection-day ; Epimenides slept fifty seven years ; a Christian priest sleeps in St. Sophia till the Turk shall be cast out ; three Bohemian miners sleep in the heart of tho Kuttenburg ; and Rip Van Wiukle slept twenty years in Kaatskills. In the great hills of Thur ingia still sleep Frederic Barbarossa and his six knights. A shepherd ones penetrated into a long winding cave in the heart of the mountain, and there found the seven all asleep, tho Em peror's red beard having grown through the marble table. The noise of foot steps awakened him, and he asked : ' Do the ravens still fly over the mountains ? " " Yes," replied the shepherd, "they do." "Then we must sleep another hun dred years, ' answered the monarch, aud turned again to rest. In Switzerland three William Tells sleep in a cave. A brave boy once crept in. "What o'clock is it?" asked the third Tell. " Noon," replied the lad. "O dear! the time has not yet come, said Tell, and he lay down again. There are many superstitions about the man in the moon, and almost every country in the world has a story about him. In New England the nurses tell the children that thi3 man was found by Moses gathering sticks on a Sab bath, and that, for being so wicked, he was doomed to reside in the moon till the last day. "If you don't believe it," they say, "look in the-Bible. It is all told in the fifteenth chapter of Numbers." Tne Germans have the tale this way. Ages ago there went one Sunday morn ing an old man into the forest to cut Wood. When he had made a bundle he slung it on his staff, cast it over his shoulder, and started for liome. On his way he met a minister, all in his bands and robes, who asked him : "Don't you know, my friend, that it is Sunday on earth, when all must rest from their labors ? " " Sunday on earth, or Monday in heaven, it is all one to me ! " laughed the woodman. " Then bear your burden forever," said the priest ; " and as you value not Sunday on earth, you shall have Mon day in heaven till the great day." Thereupon the speaker vanished, and the man was caught up, with cane and faggots, into the moon, where you can see him any clear night. In Norway they think they see both a man and woman, and the story goes that the former threw brambles at peo- pie going to church, and the latter made butter on fcmnday. In the clear, cold nights of winter they will point out the man carrying his bundle of thorns, and the woman her butter-tub. JV. S. Dvdyc, in St. Nicholas for November. The White King. A few weeks ngo, dear children. I read a paper in the Christian about rail way flags, which made me think of something which happened many years ago. When I was a very little girl I was traveling one day to Manchester with my mamma. We had to go a long railway journey in order to reach the place to which we were going, but all was new to me, and I Uked to watch the people getting in and out of the carriages. Mamma gave little books to all our fellpw-passengers, and I was very much interested in watching the different ways in which the little books were received. At last at one station ( I think it was Crewe) an old man got into the carriage. He had a nice face, and looked both happy and sad, and I wondered what made him have that look on his face. When mamma gave him a little book, and spoke to him of Jesus, the sad look quite went away from his face, and he smiled and said, "Ah, yes ! I too love the Lord Jesus." I think mamma had noticed the sad look on his face, for she said something to him about the " Comforter," and about God being " the God of all com fort and consolation." Then I saw the old man bend forward and tell her that only the week before his wife died ; " fallen asleep in Jesus," I think he said. " I should like to tell you something about her, if you will let me," the old man said ; and mamma told him she would like very much to hear about her. " I am a station-master, at a small station on the line," he said ; and my wife used often to sit in the little win dow of our parlor, and watch me waving the different colored flags as the trains came in. We both loved the Lord Jesus, and used often to speak to gether of him we loved so dearly, and of his great salvation. he was an in valid, and at last began to droop rap idly. One evening she called n i i and said, 'John, there will be a flag held out to-night; a flag in the hand of J esus. it will not be a red flag, for there is no danger ; and it will not be a green flag, for, thank God, there is no doubt ; but it will be a pure white flag, for all is perfect safety and peace, and I am very nearly at my journey's end.' And that night my wife died." I cannot remember any mere of the old man s story, dear children ; but whenever I see the white flag waved, I think of the evening at the little way- siae station, wnere tne sick woman s earthly journey was ended, and in per feet safety she went home to God. Would there be a white flag or a red flag held out to-night if you were called to your journey's end, dear child? The Cnrtstian. A New Yobk paper says sculptor is to make a bust " a Virginia of Captain John Smith." It is really curious what a liking these Virginia artists have for this subject. Over two hundred years ago, a Virginian named Pow Hatton attempted to bust Captain Smith, and had the advantage of later artists, as he araa in take the subiect from life. Still, we shall be glad to see the last Virginia sculptor succeed. The Champion Stove Polisher. Since the death of Beason Davis, several years ago, Snndown Smith has claimed to be the champion stove-polisher of Michigan, and he has hold his medal through many hot contests. He goes for a stove like a Texas steer for a red necktie, and when he leaves it there is a shine on it which makes the owner's heart Bwell with pride. The other day a Gratiot street merchant fished his coal stove out of the cellar and found it red with rust. He ordered the store boy to clean it. and the boy greased it all over with lard oil and kerosene as a preparatory step. The oil took the rust off, but the blacking slid right off from it when applied, and the boy was told to get up and dust and never come near that store again. The stove was wheel ed out on the walk and Sundown Smith came alonsr. out of a job. He took a look, made a mental calculation, and said he'd make that stove put on the re flection of a mirror for about twenty-five cents. The bargain was closed, and the negro slid up to the base-burner and gently applied the foundation for a shine. He remarked that it was a very 8of t, smooth stove, and he wondered if they hadn't got so that they mixed the iron with glue or India rubber. It seemed to him that stove polish spread out a good deal on that stove, but that money was in his pocket and he didn't say anything. When he had a good thick coat on he seized his broom, took a long breath and went in. He brushed up and down, sideways, diagonally, and various other ways, and the broom seemed to just glide around without an effort. After ten miuutes' work with out result, Sundown paused and re marked : " Whar's dat shine, eh ? Didn't know dat Snndown Suiif was here, did ve ? S'posed it was sum common stove blacker, eh?" He took up another broom and danced around and went for the stove-door like a tornado, shutting his eyes and breath ing hard and calling to the small boys to stand away if they did not want to meet the fate of Pompeii, and be buried under a cloud of dust. The grease held it down. The sweat trickled down Sun down's cheeks, and the rent in the back seam of his coat widened rapidly. He worked desperately for nine or ten min utes, and then he opened his eyes in amazement. " Dis yer's powerful curus," he growled as he gazed at de door. " I guess dat blacking dun fell down in de road and got mud in it." He looked at the blacking, then walked around the stove, and as the crowd began to jeer at him he got mad and shouted : " Can't shine dat stove ! Can't make dat base-burner reflect the morning raysbf de sun ! Can't I do dat ? ' And he kneeled down, uttered a " whoop !" which sounded far up and down, aud made that broom fly like a towel on a clothes-line with a nor' wester blowing. " Can't make him shine, eh? whoop! never heard of Sundown Smif , eh ? whoop !" he shouted, but after awhile he paused. There was a new light in his eye. He got up, rubbed his hand over the stove, looked at his hand, and then , wnnoui saying a worn or replying i question, he picked uo his "kit"; to a and slid across the road into an alley, his face wearing such a look of contempt and disgust that it was a study for a painter. He came not back. His form finally disappeared behind a wagon, and the crowd slowly dispersed. It was an hour of Grecian triumph. Detroit Free Prcsx. Four Distinguished Men Predict a Eu ropean War. Father Hyacinthe and Victor Hugo have joined Mr. Disraeli and the Pope in prophesying the approach of a tre mendous war, which shall rage all over Europe and elsewhere. Mr. Disraeli predicted that the war would be a re ligious one, and that it would convulse the globe. The Pope debcribed the im pending struggle as one between the armies of the Archangel Michael and the hosts of Satan. According to the prognostication of Father Hyacinthe, the coming war will be three-fold, and will include a fearful conflict between popular rights and the power of capital, in which the combatants will tear each other to pieces. According to the vati cination of Victor Hugo, the great and inevitable encounter is to be " between two principles, republic and empire." He says that " we have before us in Europe a series of catastrophes which engender each other, and which must be exhausted;" that "we can get a glimpse of peace only across a shock of arms ;" that " between the present and the future there is a fatal inter position ;" that the " Kings must ex piate their crimes ;" and that the separation of the people will result iu federation and fraternity. He thus closed his prophecy of the " Universal Fatherland:" "The solution is this: The United States of Europe. The end will be for the people that is to say, for liberty and for God that is to say, for peace." There must surely be something in the atmosphere of Europe that leads so many prophets to prophesy the approach of war war about re ligion, republicanism, and the rights of human nature. Not Gallant. A painftd feature of Continental life is the lack of gallantry on the part of gentlemen toward ladies outside the drawing-room, of course. In Germany no gentleman wouia ininn oi turning out for a lady whom he met on the side walk. She might be crowded into the gutter for all he would care, unless he happened to be acquainted with her, when his politeness would be profuse enough. The story is told of an Eng lish girl in Berlin, who at last rebelled against the indignity of being compelled to make way lor every man sue met.. She determined that she would yield no longer. She had scarcely began her first promenade after announcing her resolution, when she found herself op posite an astonished gentleman, who had suddenly sioppea ior lear ui run ning over her. He evidently expected her to turn out for him ; but she held her place. At last, with a bewildered look from his great blue eyes, he spoke : " I am waiting. instead oi answering So am I." she gave up the con test and walked around the obstruction. She should have been an American girl just at that moment. Imagine one oi our smart Yankee maids being so easily disconcerted. Switzerland. Recent statistics show that of 485,000 households of Switzer land, 465,000 possess landed property, and of the entire population of 2,400, 000, about 500,000 only have no landed possessions. About one person in twenty lives by alms, while in England there is one to every eight, and in France one to every nine. The reat majority of the people live by agricult ure, but the exports nevertheless amount to $58,000,000 annually above home consumption. The three Protes- Itant cantons are richerthan the ten or twelve Roman Catholic cantons. The Strength of the Horse. We are to completely in the habit of regarding the horse as a docile slave, expected to minister to our necessities with uncomplaining complaisance un resisting generally under ill treatment, often half-killing himself by struggling to drag loads beyond his powers, that we are apt to forget the tremendous strength which he can exert if he pleases to put it forth. I saw, lately, a small pony running away with a little carriage, in which were two large, strong men ; one sat in his place dragging at the reins with all his might, the other was on his knees adding his utmost poweiw nearer the bead, but in vain. They were just able to give some sort of direction to their course, so as to avoid the carts and car riages, which, fortunately, were not many,' and in turning several sharp cor ners but they could not moderate the pace' hi the least, till it pleased the pony to stop at the door of his own stable. They set their strength against his, and on the tendered point, the mouth, and the pony won. The great dray-horses of a London brewery are almost like elephants in weight and power, yet are so good tempered that they can be guided by a child. The strength of the neck, or the heels, or the teeth of such a beast. I is fearful indeed, if it were used against, instead of for, the service of man, and it may help us to treat him with great er respect to hear how powerful, and, at times, how savage an animal a horse can be. We have much to learn in our treatment of him. An Arab will make his mare go far longer distances with out suffering than we can our horses. In South America, the " topping mer chant " of Santiago used always to have at hand horses which could be ridden to Valparaiso, some ninety odd miles, and back next day, with no food but hay and a little chopped straw. The Hanoverian troopers in the Peninsular war were able to keep their chargers in good condition, while those of many of the English cavalry regiments were dy ing by wholesale. The Germans were more kindly anxious for the welfare of j their rough, ugly beasts than the En- glish " horse-subduers," as they count I themselves, were of their far superior animals. We shut them up in stifling stables, with no fresh air, and with ! abominable smells, while they are by nature hardy creatures, belonging to I temperate climates, and used to expos 1 ure. It has been found that the mor I tality in some of the great cavalry sta i bles in London has been diminished ; very greatly by admitting more air and light. The courage which horses will show in a charge during a battle ; the tem per, when in a nc.ob (the good-natured giants of the Household Brigade back their horseB, so as to disperse a crowd by mere force of the terror of their heels, or the switching of their tails, without doing any harm to man, woman or child) ; the intelligence with which a horse, who is set to move whole lines of trucks and carriages at a railway station, understands the complicated commands made to him by word and sign, all show powers ano qualities oi which, at Dresent. we make but very muinerent use. . . J. UllUUg O IU m. t VUvll ..-ji ,14'ri.i . A writer in the Pall Mall Gazette, '. speaking of recent disorderly sceneB in ; the French Assembly, gives some rem ! iniscences of still more riotous pro ; ceedings in the Assemblies of 1848 i and 18-49. He says : " On one occasion, I Prince Pierre Bonaparte rushed up to i the hemicycle under the galleries and i boxed an antagonist's ears ; on another : occasion Count Keranflecli, a Breton I member, emptied his glass of sugared water into the face of a Deputy j the Left, who had come under i the tribune shake his list at him ; j and on a third occasion MM. Victor i Hugo and Baroche had a bout of bil- lingsgate, which was only stopped by j the disputants being forcibly hustled i out of the Chamber by their friends through open doors. But the most memorable affray occurred one after noon during the debate on the Con scription bill, while the Marquis de Querhoent, another Breton, was speak ing on the Conservative side. ' Don't talk like an old woman ! ' suddenly shouted M. Doutre, member for the Rhone. ' Who is the imbecile who said that ? ' retorted the noble Marquis, stopping short. Whereat half a dozen of M. Doutre 's friends roared together, 1 We all say it ; it's you who are an im becile.' This brought the whole As sembly to their legs, and M. Dupin's bell began to peal away like that of a ship in a fog. But there was no check ing the riot. Scores of members on both sides had clambered over their desfcs and invaded the floor of the house, exchanging invectives ; and above the din resounded the voice of a maddened Royalist, who yelled : If any one would give me a' pistol, I would tire it into that pack of wild beasts !' Wild beast yourself ! and I call you to order,' sang out M. Dupin, beside himself, but this only increased the tumult, for the whole Right, turning on the Presi dent like one man, vociferated, ' Vous nous insultez, II nous faut des excuses !' M. Dupin saw it was time to suspend the sitting, and groped about for his hat, but as he lived in the building of the Assembly, and had only a few passages to cross to reach the chamber, he usually came bareheaded, and the hat with which he used to quench par liamentary fires was a dusty old proper ty, which lay under the desk. For some cause, however, as yet unexplained, the emblem of peace was not found this time, and the President bawling dis tractedly, 4 Lend me a hat, some one I' a wild scene of confusion ensued. The Right, wishing to force M. Dupin to aoolosize. rushed to both staircases of the platform to prevent any member from handing the President a hat ; the members of the Left, who wished the sitting to be suspended, tried to carry the s taircase by storm. At last, an im aginative Republican, putting a bundle of papers inside his headdress to give it weight, flung it at the President's feet ; and M. Dupin, catching it up, planted it triumphantly on his head, and declared the sitting suspended, adding with intense feeling and loud enough to be heard by the reporters, Ah 1 tas d'animaux !' " Mb. Bennett, of the Herald, having offered to pay one-fourth the cost of an expedition to discover the North Pole, on condition that the rest of the press throughout the country should pay the other three-fourtns, Air. jviurat Mai- stead. of the Cincinnati Commercial, " raises ". Mr. Bennett, and offers to crive a million dollars for a Polar expe dition, provided every editor in the country will add a thousand dollars to tne fund. Thebe is a temperance society upon an extremelv accommodating plan in California. No member is permitted to drink anvthine excect wine, beer, and cider, save when "laboring under a sense of discouragement," and then whisky is allowed. Awkward Revelations of Acoustics. A Boston musical journal calls at tention to some applications of a rather obscure principle in acoustics, which it will be well to bear in mind when talk ing in noisy places. While walking through one of the retired streets of Cambridge a short time since we met a carryall coming in the opposite direction. In it were two persons having a very animated con versation. The ancient vehicle rattled along with much clatter, but every word they uttered was perfectly audible from the sidewalk. The conversation was peculiar. Were the people aware how their voices could be heard on either side they would have related their fam ily secrets in a less public manner. From the beautiful expression of in nocence on their faces we guessed they were not conscious of their involuntary auditor. Of course we assumed our most demure and unconscious expres sion till they were safely past. Now these innocents were ignorant of one of the simplest laws of acoustic science. Noise, such as a carriage would make, consists of confused and irregular sounds or pulsations in the air. The vibrations, being long and short, and of every variety of amplitude, crowded each other and destroyed their progress through the air. The voices of the riding innocents were, in a degree, mu sical, because the human voice in speak ing gives a kind of irregular vocaliza tion. The tones, being less hampered and obstructed, traveled further, and reached an unwilling listener, who was partially beyond the influence of the noise. To the speakers the rattle of the carriage seemed much louder than their voices. To the hearers, at a dis tance of a hundred feet, the voices were the loudest. Most people, in riding, moderate their voices to the circum stances, without, perhaps, thinking of this matter, or without being aware of its explanation. The same effect may be noticed in concerts where silly peo ple talk during the performance. Dur ing the loudest crash of the orchestra or organ they talk sweetly on, only to find themselves shouting aloud when an abrupt piano passage comes. At an organ concert in Music Hall the audi ence was once amused to hear a bit of conversation that was not intended to be public. The organ pealed through the hall with every stop out, and, just as it sometimes will, indulged in a re markable piano passage, and in the un expected stillness an old lady was heard to remark aloud, " We always fry 'em in butter ! " A History of Mowing Macldnes. The oldest mowing machines, though very rude, were used by the Gauls. A cart, having blades arranged in front, was pushed forward into the grain by oxen hitched on behind, and thus cut on the heads. A system of six rotating scythes was made by Joseph Boyce in 1799, and" an attempt to use the same principle was made by Gompretz and Mason, in 1852. In 1811-1815, Smith, of Deans, once brought out a machine in which a short vertical revolving cylinder carried a knife on its lower end ; but all these rotating machines have proved impracticable. Robert Meares, in Frome, in Somersetshire, established, in 1800, the shear principle as the only practical one. Salmon, in Woburn, in 1807, built a machine with a row of blades and fingers moving over them, and also applied the reel. The Scotch parson, Patrick Bell, of Forfar shire, in 1826, and William Manning, of Plainfield, N. J., in 1832, were the founders of the present style of ma chine. Manning was the first to attach the draught at the end of the machine, all others previously having been pushed from behind. Obed Hussey. of Cincinnati, attached the side-platform and slit-finger. McCormiek, then of Rockbridge, Va., now of Chicago, in 1835 improved the Manning and Hus sey machine, and the appearance of these at the London Exposition, in 1851, was the signal for their introduc tion into general use. The oldest threshing-machine (ex cept the antiques!) was made by Michael Menzies, in 1732, or perhaps at the same time by Tull, consisting of a rotating cylinder with flails. Several others followed shortly, some like a flour-mill, and in 1692, Willoughby, of Bedford, made one like that of Men zies, wfaica V on Thaer brought to Ger many, and which served as a model for the Mecklenburg thresher. The ma chine of James Wardropp, of Ampthell, in Virginia, is on a similar principle, only the beaters are sticks moving up and down. Finally, in 1785, Andrew Meikle, of Tyningham, East Lothian, laid the foundation of the present form, by using a drum with four beaters parallel to the axis, that carried the gram between itself and a concave, furnished with similar reds. An American, named Moflitt, in 1854, sub stituted spikes for the rods, though Menzies' machine adheres to tue old system. Chinese Students. Two Chinese students were recently admitted to Yale College, scientific de partment. They passed the examina tion most creditably, and gave promise of superior scholarship. There are now sixty Chinese students supported by their government in Connecticut and Massachusetts. Thirty came two years ago, and thirty arrived a year since, and thirty more are expected in about a fortnight. So far their deportment has been excellent and their progress quite remarkable. The students are placed at first in cultured families, two in a place, where their first aim is the mas tery of our language. They are all un der strict supervision, and spend each from two to four weeks a year at the " Headquarters" of the Chinese Educa tional Commission, in Hartford, where they are carefully examined as to their nanus and progress, scattered in some twentv or thirtv different towns, these boys have everywhere been favorites. The kindness with which they nave been treated has been very gratifying to the commission here and 'to tne Chinese government at .home. Boston Traveller. Smelling His Breath. Scene Brown's parlor in Springfield, Mass. Brown, hat in hand, just got home from a walk with his eldest an enfant terrible. Mrs. Brown : " Now, John, I smell your breath ; you've been drinking again." "No-no, my dear, you hie alius had a sharp nose. I (desperately) you must smell the bay rum the barber put on my hair. I went into a barber-shop : didn't I, sonny ?" " Yes, ma'am, you bet. Pop told me to stand outside and suck that stick o' candy while he got shaved, an' he went into the shop on Main street, near wignt s diock, wnere them screens made like window blinds stand just in side the door." Exit Brown juBt in time to escape a crusade of articles of bijoutry and vertu. A woman m England, named Betsey Letherton, has reached the extraordina ry age of 111 years. Her mental and physical powers are still good. A Cougar's Leap. An Eastern tourist read to his com panion the following newspaper para graph : " The cougars are killing a great many sheep in Washington Territory." "In New York," said he, "they Erotect their sheep from those insects y rubbing tar on their noses ; it keeps the cougars from going into their nos trils. " A Sacramento man, who was down here attending the pioneers celebra tlo4n heard what he said, and remarked : ' One Of them ntiw affonbail a an1 I am of the opinion that tar on my 'nose would not have been of much benefit to me." mwas ?ot aware tlley troubled men. " I hey have got to be pretty hungry before they will do so." Tle Pioneer then informed the tour ist that he was laboring under a mis take, and told him that a cougar was a ferocious animal, not a sheep insect. He complied with the request to re late the particulars of his encounter with one of them, and commenced bv saying : J " I suppose it was the spirit of ad venture which brought me here twenty five years ago that prevented me from remaining in San Francisco, where I could have amassed a fortune, and made me the 'Wandering Jew' of the many widely-spread mining regions. I was among the hrst that went to the newly discovered diggings on the head waters of the Missouri river. My partners and myself had discovered a quartz ledge and were sinking on it in hopes of find, ing the paymaster. It was situated near the summit of the Rocky Moun tains. The road leading to it was un frequented, and all the wild animals to be found in that region were our neighbors. " One day, when returning from a neighboring claim, where I had been to get a drill sharpened, I stopped to rest under the shade of a large pine tree. I had placed one end of the drill on the ground, and was in the act of sitting down, when I was startled by a strange noise over my head. X looked up and saw a cougar just in the act of pounc ing down on me. His huge mouth was open and his eyes shone like fire balls. " Men who lead lives fraught with danger, in moments of great peril think rapidly. The thought flashed to me that I must catch the cougar on my drill, or be his breakfast. I dropped on my knees and aimed the drill at the place where I thought his breast would come. " When I recovered enough from the shock to realize my condition, I found myself on my back with the carcass of the monster on top of me. For some time 1 thought my arms were broken ; on finding they were not, I managed to roll him off. I next thought my legs were broken ; they were numb and remained that way a long time. No one part of me was injured more than the others ; but all parts were nearly murdered. Instead of penetrating his breast, the point of the drill had en entered his mouth, passed down his throat and came out near his backbone. It was a long time before I fully re covered. The drill had only partly broken his fall, and the monster had nearly crushed me to death ; but I had the satisfaction of knowing that I out generaled him, and spoiled his appetite for miners. " After the pioneer concluded, the tour ist congratulated him on his escape from a horrible death, and admitted that a man's life would be lost on such an occasion, if he had nothing but tar on his nose to defend himself with, San Francisco Golden Eagle. Hash. makes Natur never makes any blunders ; she now and then indulges in phe nomena, just for the fun ov the thing. The generality of Amerikans travel simply to spend their munnj. A live Yankee iz like a trout, oneasy in or out ov the water. Thoze who hunt after human happi ness, don't bag much game. Natur iz generous, but she iz also just, she revenges all her wrongs. It iz hard work to beat enny organiza shun who blindly follow a leader, right or wrong. Them who are allwuss straining to be witty seldum am wit is incidental, and generally is accidental, too. Keep still, mister, and no one will ever suspekt that yn are a phool. Dandys hav pretty mutch run out ; i hain't seen but one or two in the last 10 years. I hav sed it before, and think it will bear repeating, that you kan't make a whi8sell out ov a pig's tail without spileing a respektabel tale, and getting a kusBid poor whissell. The eazyest things to do are oftenthe last things attempted. It iz man's natur to fall, and we should not be surprized when we see him do it. I hav drank whiskee, but I kan't help but blame the man who made it, reprove the man who sells it, and despize the man who drinks it. I konsider all profeshuns that are honest honorable enuff, but I hav thought that a traveling korn dokter wuz the last one I should adopt for the sake ov glory. If a man exceeds me in politeness he iz a better man than I am for the time being. Yu mite az well undertake to outtalk an echo az to outtalk a woman. Josh Billings. Hygiene for the Aged. In one of his recent clinical lectures at Guy's Hospital London, Dr. Haber shon referred to the case of an old man who died simply from the shock pro duced by going out into the cold and fog, which, though only an inconveni ence to people generally, was sufficient to lead to a fatal result in one whose circulation had become enfeebled, and whose vital force had so early lost its power. Dr. Jtiabershon also alluded to an instance oi longevity of which he had been informed by a gentleman the case being the latter's mother, who had died at the age of 102, and who, during the winter months, used to refuse to get up, saying that she was warm only in bed. To this uniform warm tempera ture the fact of her great age was doubtless owing, and Dr. Habershon urges that, in prescribing for old peo ple, they should be advised to keep warm ; and, as they cannot eat large meals, they should take them more fre quently. There are many of them, also, who wake up at about 3 or 4 o'clock in tho morning, and it is a good plan for them to have some nourish ment then ; otherwise the interval be tween the night and morning meals is too long for their declining strength. The life of the aged may be considera bly prolonged by care in these mi nutiae. nmoT-nr-rrr-rrr river farmers are very joyful over the big prices their tobacco I crop of this year is bringing. ,OJi THK CAMS. Hnrrylnn to the city In the crowded car Jumping, jolting, dodging, Backed by many a jar ; Ijookiug out tbe window. Seeking aught to pleaae. Finding duat most plenty. Finding not your ease. Olanolag at the papers, Xakiag In the news, Some new-wrought sensation Sure to cure the bluea ; Talking to your neighbor Sitting by your aide, Trying hard to slnraber,; Dozing whUe you ride. Over lofty bridges. Flying tunnels through. Shooting through the forest What a great ado I Running over cattle Just by way of spioe Biding on the railway On, it is so nice ! Whistles a ways blowing ' ml you're deafened near. Cinders from the smoke-stack Filling eye and ear ; Bells forever ringing. Out of tune and time. Brakes forever creaking lent it sublime 7 Daily undergoing Biding ou the cars To and from the city Fills one's life with ars ; Tet it hath its lesson With this brief refrain : I.ife is but the passing Of a railroad train. Pith and Point. Bond-hoddkbs Safes. Fobgebs Blacksmiths. To secubb a result, look it up. A hioh note One of a thousand dol lars. It is never too mend. late to marry or to Lageb-bythms The songs of German students. The material for making game bags Gunny cloth. Home stretch The stretch across tho maternal knee. A veby. unsatisfactory sort of bread The roll of fame. " Cubbant literature " ought to ba full of tart sayings. Leigh Hunt was asked by a lady if he would not venture on an orange. " Madam," he replied, " I should be happy to do so, but I am afraid I might tumble off." " Mamma, why are orphans the hap piest children on earth ?" "Why, my child, they are not. What makes you think they are ?" " Because they have no parents to lick 'em. " " So tot; are taking lessons in draw ing, Sallie?" "Yes, and the teacher says I am an apt pupil, as I draw more inferences, insinuations, admirers, and allowances than any in the academy." ' What sort of a sermon do you like?" said Dr. Rush to Robert Morris, one day. "I like, sir, "replied Mr. Morris, " that kind of preaching which drives a man into the corner of the pew, and makes him think the devil is after him." "FeliiOw trabelers," said a colored preacher, " ef I had been eatin' dried apples for a week, and den took to drinkin' for a monf, I couldn' feel mo' swell'd up dan I am dis minit wid pride an' vanity, at seein' such full 'tendance har dis evenin'. " A Pennsylvania sevetf-year-old was reproved lately for playing out of doors with boys ; she was too big for that now. But with all imaginable inno cence she replied : "Why, grandma, the bigger we grow the better we like em. Grandma took time to think. A little girl was visiting a school with one of her mates where they sar, while practicing gymnastics. The cho rus ran thus : Be lively, boys, be lively, boyc. Be lively. But she, not quite understanding tha words, took up the tune and sang, We like the boys, we like the boys, We like 'em. AX ALTAR-ATIOV. When Mike was courting Kitty Mill, He begged as lovers often will In accents softly spoken. That she one lock of golden hair From her fair head to him would spare By way of a love token. Now Mike and Kit are man and wife Their courting, turned to married strife And a sad difference makes it ; Though still attracted by her hair, He ne'er now begs a lock che'll spare, But out in handful take it ! Judy, Mb. CrjRBAN was once engaged in a legal argument ; behind him stood his colleague, a gentleman whose person was remarkably tall and slender, and who had originally intended to take or ders. The Judge observed that the case under discussion involved a case of ec clesiastical law. " Then." said Carran, " I can refer your lordship to a high authority behind me, who was once in tended for the church, though in my opinion he was litter for the steeple. A Ventriloquist's Joke. There was much excitement, a few nights ago, on the train bound south from Charlottesville, Va. In the pal ace car was a gentleman who had step ped aboard at Charlottesville with a child muffled from head to foot with shawls. Before the train had gone far, the occupants of the other compart ments in the car beard a child's cry, then another. Then came the angry tones of a man's voice: " You are not Charlie ; you are Tommy ; and if you make any more noise I'll throw you out of the window." "I want to go to mamma. I am her own little Charlie," ' the child was heard to say. Then blows were heard, and screams, and a passenger said, "It is little Charlie Ross," and a rush was made. The man was dragged from his compartment, and the ladies sprang forward and got their arms about the child. They re moved the covering from his f aoe, and found that instead of Charlie Rdss they bad in their embrace the wooden auto maton with which the ventriloquist Wyman is wont to amuse the public. The practical joker wa Wy aan him self, who was on his way to Lynchburg. A Hint or Two. It is the penny saved more than tha penny earned that enriches ; it is the sheet turned when the first threads break that wears the longest ; it is the damper closed when the cooking is done that stops the dollars dropping into the coal-bin ; it is the gas or lamp turned low when not in use that gives you pin money for the month ; it is the care in making the coffee that makes three spoonfuls go as far as a teacupful ordi narily ; it is the walking one or six blocks instead of taking a car or omni bus that adds strength to your body and money to your purse ; it is the care ful mending of each week's wash that gives ease to your conscience and length of days to your garments ; and last of all, it is the constant care exercised over every part of your household, and con stant endeavor to improve and apply your best powers to your work that alone give peace and prosperity to tha family.