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    BAJhOBa' STBANGE COSTUMES.
baeer Outfits Fashionable In Neptnme's Court
Forecastle Tarns.
"Talk about strange costumes," said
the mate of a steamship to a Tribune
reporter recently; "the way some of
the crew of a deep-water vessel will
get themselves up occasionally is a
caution. I remember once in my
younger days, when I was before the
coast on the ship Colby, bound round
the Horn, that there was an old salt
named 'Bill' Rice, who considered
himself what would be called a nauti
cal duck in these days. He had been
pa the ship running from Liverpool
out to the African coast before joining
the Colby, and an Enalishman who had
gone out as a passenger in her had
gven him on leaving the ship an old
iress-coat, a striped waist coat, a
stovepipe hat, and a pair of 'loud'
checked trousers. 'Bill' considered
this outfit the acme of fashionable at
tire, and every Sunday when he took
bis trick at the wheel he would rig
himself out in the 'duds', stovepipe
sat included, and as solemn as an owl.
t was the most comical sight I ever
w. the effect being heightened by
the fact that the clothes did not tit and
the hat was a size too large.
"Once when I was on a Rio steamer
we shipped a man whose entire outfit
consisted of a pair of rubber boots and
a pair of dilapidated trousers, a bright
red. flannel shirt, and a white helmet
Jjat. He looked like a disconcerted
rainbow as he moved about the decks,
and the passengers were never tired
watching the white helmet and the rod
shirt. You have, of course, heard the
story of the landsman who shipped be-
lore the mast, and, tearing rain, tooK
an umbrella with him? Never heard it?
iWell, 1 don't vouch for its accuracy,
but the story goes that when the mate
balled all hands to shorten sail one
rainy day, the landsman turned out
rearing a rubber coat and carrying
bis umbrella. The captain saw it
from the quarter-deck, and, running
forward with a howl of rage, came
down with his whole weight on the
jombrella, crushing it into a shapeless
mass, and threw it overboard, after
which he chased the terrified lands
man up the rigging with a belaying
pin. "At another time when I was on a
Kio steamer there was a quartermaster
who used to put on a white shirt and a
stand-up' collar every time he took his
trick at the wheel. That man was al
ways making mistakes of some kind,
land used to annoy the old man, as the
sailors call the captain, frightfully,
jl'he old man was pretty patient, but
when he did break out he made things
num. This was the quartermaster s
st trip down the Brazilian coast, and
e had heard some one say that be-
ween JUabai and ruo the rlyaway
ight would be sighted. We left Ba-
i at nightfall, and in an hour he be-
'ean to sight that light. The old man
had lit his pipe and tipped himself
.back in his chair for a smoke when
K quartermaster sang out: 'Light
!' The captain dropped his pipe
and went into the pilot-house like a
shot.
j " 'Where away?' said he.
I " 'Three points on the starboard
jbow,' replied the quartermaster,
i " '1 don't see any light,' said the old
jman, peering through the night-glasses.
1 don t now, but 1 did, replied
e quartermaster.
All his watch the quartermaster
ept sighting that light at intervals.
he old man would no sooner get
mfortably settled down for a smoke
han he would be startled by a cry of
Light ho !' He was startled, you see,
cause he knew each time that if the
hip was on her course it was not time
sight any light, h inally the captain
ned in, but the relentless quarter-
aster kept bringing him out of his
unk by sighting Flyawav light.
inally the old man could stand it no
onger, and, rushing into the puot-
ouse, he seized the quartermaster by
flfi throat, and shnlrinor him until hie
(teeth rattled, he shouted: 'If you
sight Flyaway light many more times
Ito-night, I'll make you food for fishes !'
I believe he'd have done it, too, for
(the old man was riled." New York
'Tribune.
Human Justice.
1 It must have frequently occurred to
the most casual observer of human
Affairs, that justice is a mere mockery.
The man who is bad is just as apt to
njoy health and happiness as the man
who goes to church and leads an ex
emplary life. In fact, it would seem
as if the good were singled out for per
secution. They certainly seem to have
more than their share of bad luck. An
illustration, on a small scale, of how
the bad escape while the good are pun
ished for the sins of the bad, occurred
in Austin a short time ago.
A small cart, to which a donkey was
attached, was left standing in front of
a school-house. The driver had gone
into a neighboring saloon to slake his
thirst. The mischievous boys gather
ed around the vehicle and proceeded
to annoy the animal by punching him
ia the abdomen and other parts with
sharp sticks. They also imparted a
spiral shape to his tail by twisting it.
They also tied the donkey's ears to
gether, much to the discomfiture of
the animal, but much to the amuse
ment of the urchins, who deserved the
severest punishment for their cruelty.
Did the thunderbolts of heaven fall
upon them and destroy them? Hardly
any.
A small boy named Smith was stand
ing off at a short distance looking on.
He had been a good boy even before
lie was weaned. He never gave'his
friends any trouble. He went to Sun
day school and brought home medals.
In this affair he was really sympathiz
ing with the donkey. He took no part
whatever in the hazing of the poor
4rute. On the contrary he was shed
ding tears over the cruelty of the bad
boys, when suddenly the proprietor of
the animal emerged from the saloon.
He charged furiously upon the boys.
They saw him in time, and lied in every
direction, making good their escape.
The little boy did not run. He had done
AO wrong. Conscious innocence made
him bold. The driver of the donkey
came down upon the good little boy
like an avalanche, boxing his ears
until he had a slight hemmorhage of
the nose. The boy, whose sense of
justice was also injured, rushed into
the school house to inform the princi
pal. Unfortunately one of the teach
ers was coming out of the door at the
same moment, and he was almost im
paled by the impetuous youth. In
fact, the two colliding bodies were al
most telescoped by the collision. For
tunately, the teacher retained his
presence of mind. Without asking for
an investigating committee, he dealt
the luckless youth a box on the ear
that soundea like hitting a beefsteak
with the flat side of an ax. For a
second time the boy detected the heav
enly bodies. We mean, of course, he
saw stars.
The good little boy did not linger
around the teacher, who was partially
doubled up from the force of the col
lision, but was nevertheless lifting his
boot to kick. The boy kept right on
upstairs, until he rushed almost
breathless into the room of the princi
pal. & soon as he was able to do so,
the pupil said:
"The teacher boxed my ears, and I
hadn't touched the donkey."
"Call your teacher a donkey, do
you?" ejaculated the principal, livid
with rage at the slur at the professor;
and once more the good little Sunday
School boy got it right and left, more
constellations bursting upon his enrap
tured vision. It seemed to him as if
he had suddenly sat down in front of
a drug store.
The idea that had been instilled into
the youthful mind of that boy, that the
good were rewarded and the bad pun
ished, is undergoing some modification,
at which we can hardly wonder.
Texas Siftings.
The Book Trade.
Book-publishers and book-sellers
are doing their bnsiness irreparable
damage in conspiring together to de
ceive the public by giving false prices
for their books. For instance the ju
venile books during the recent holidays
were almost uniformly advertised "at
81.25 per copy, whereas the book
seller paid only 40 cents per copy to
the book-publisher. Hero is a differ
ence of 85 cents between the price
printed upon his book by the publisher
and the price at which he sells it to
the retail dealer. This is not a reason
able discount to the trade every
book-buyer is willing to allow that
but it amounts to a deception and a
fraud upon the buying public. A
buyer does not feel like paying for
a book more than three times its actual
cost to the seller, but if he does so
with the connivance of the book pub
lisher and finds it out, he is apt to call
such a conspiracy between the pub
lisher and seller a barefaced swindle,
and stop buying books.
This custom of the publishers in
printing fictitious prices on their books
has developed a new feature in the
book business which will tend to de
stroy legitimate book stores. This is
the establishment of book bazars in
large retail dry goods stores, clothing
houses, &c. Several years ago Mr.
Wanamaker in Philadelphia placed in
his large clothing establishment a
table filled with juvenile books. Each
year his business increased and new
he has a large book department in his
clothing house. He paid no attention
to the publisher's prices, but adver
tised in his book caialognes the low
est discount prices plus a small com-,
mission. He seems to be capturing
the retail book business of Philadel
phia. Good book stores are educatioal
institutions and are as important to
the literary life and growth of a large
city as public libraries and schools.
Their existence, however, is threatened
by the establishment o! book bazars,
which owe their origin to the decep
tions practiced by the book trade
itself. The Publishers' Weekly, which
is a semi-official organ of the book
trade, has for years consistently and
ably opposed this custom, but "to no
purpose. The rapid increase of book
bazars may open the eyes of both pub
lishers and sellers to their own inter
ests and compel them to adopt an
honest statement of prices. Cincin
nati Times-Star.
A Deplorable State of Affairs.
The Temps correspondent in St.
Petersburg draws a most dreary pict
ure of the internal condition of Russia.
Count Tolstoi, the Minister of the in
terior, exaggerates the old despotism,
suppresses even local councils, pro
hibits the discussion of any internal
events in the press and hunts inces
santly for Nihilists, who begin to be
found even in the ranks of the army
He is, consequently, the special object
of the revolutionary detestation, re
ceives frequent menaces of death, and
never stirs from his house without
special police protection. The Empe
ror himself passes most of his time at
Gatschina, and from want of commu
nication with his counselors, has made
no progress in the art of govering.
He trusts only extreme reactionaries,
and never loses the fear of assassina
tion. What one would like to know
is, what the great body of military
officers think of the situation, but that
information is unattainable.
Real Estate in New York.
Feal estate in New Yerk City, ac
cording to a recent letter, for the time
being, is at a dead halt. The big
apartment house known as the Grosve
nor, corner of Fifth avenue and Tenth
street, has been sold to the Mutual
Life Insurance Company for $100,000 ;
expert appraisers thought it would be
cheap at $250,000. It rents at present
for $25,000 a year, and it was announc
ed that the mortgagees would take
back a mortgage for $150,000 at 5 per
cent. Another transaction is impor
tant enough to note. The brown-stone
front dwelling, No. 9 East Sixty-fourth
street, belonging to the Johnson es
tate, has been sold to John P. Duncan
for S125,000 cash. This property in
1876 was sold to A. I. Johnson, the
consideration in the deed being $230,
000. In January, 1884, Mr. U- S.
Grant. Jr., contracted to purchase the
property for about $150,000, but for
various reasons the contract was not
executed. St. Louis Globe-Democrat.
An experimental shaft In a new oil region
of Wyoming Territory, sunk only fifteen feet,
yields six barrels of oil in twenty-four hoars.
HtifJSEHOLD jMTS.
A little borax put in the water ir
which napkins and ted bordered tow
els are to be washed will prevent then:
fading.
It is worth recollecting that bar
soap should be cut into square pieces
and put into a dry place, as it keeps
better after shrinking.
By rubbing with a damp flanne
dipped in the best whiting, the brown
discoloration may be taken off cups
in which custards haye been baked.
Why purchase inferior nutmegs
when their quality can be tested by
pricking them with a pin? If they
are good the oil will instantly spread
around the puncture.
Carpets, after the dust has been
beaten out, maybe brightened by scat
tering upon them corn meal mixed witli
salt, and then sweeping it off; mis
salt and meal equal proportions.
It is said that if a teaspoonful ol
mustard is mixed with water and mo
lasses, which is usually poured ovei
baked beans, there is no danger of the
stomach being distressed after eating
them.
A most appetizing salad is made o)
raw oysters mixed with an equal
quantity of crisp celery, cut very
finely and served with a mayonnaise
dressing. The oysters may be cut in
halves or be left whole.
Rub your black walnut sewing ma
chine tables, your cabinet organ, oi
any other piece of solid furniture you
may have, with a cloth moistened with
kerosene oil, and you will quickly see
an improvement, but keep it away
from varnish.
When putting away the silver tea oi
coffee pot, which is not used every
day, lay a little stick across the top
under the cover. This will allow the
fresh air to get in and prevent the
mustiness of the contents, familiar to
hotel and boarding-house sufferers.
An easy and perfectly satisfactory
way to cook a custard is to put it into
a pudding dish or tin basin, and set it
into a pan of hot water placed in a
moderately hot oven. About halt an
hour's cooking will be required, and
there is not the least danger of burn
ing. Crape may be renovated by thor
oughly brushing all dust from the ma
terial sprinkling with alcohol and
rolling in a newspaper, commencing
with the paper and the crape together,
so that the paper may be between
every portion of the material. Allow
it to remain so until dry.
A good entree for this season is
made by slicing some cold boiled po
tatoes quite thin; put them into a pud
ding dish, sprinkle pepper and salt
over them, then put in a layer of cold
boiled lima beans, and so on until the
dish is full. Make a dressing of vin
egar, oil and mustard, and pour over
this when it is time to send it to the
table. This is suitable when served
with cold meats.
A bread-crumb omelet is excellent
if served with roast lamb or veal; one
pint of bread crumbs, a large spoon
ful of parsley, rubbed very fine, hall
of a tiny onion chopped fine. Beat
two eggs, add a teacupful of milk, a
trace of nutmeg, and pepper and salt
liberally; also a lump of butter the
size of a small egg. Mix all together,
and bake in a slow oven, on a buttered
pie plate; when light brown, turn it
out of the plate and serve at once.
A cake receipt is here given which
calls for sour milk ; one cup of butter,
three well beaten eggs, an even tea
spoonful of soda, stirred into half a
cup i of sour milk ; two small cups ol
flour, flavor with lemon: butter a small
dripping pan, and pour the mixture
into it; bake for thirty or thirty-five
minutes; when done cut it into squares
with a sharp, thin knife. This cake
should be eaten while fresh, and it is
very nice.
Sago sauce to eat with sweet pud
dings is easily made; wash one table,
spoonful of sago in two or three wat
ers, then put it into a saucepan, with
one-third of a pint of water, the peel
of one small lemon; let this simmer
gently for ten minutes, then take out
the lemon peel, add one- fourth of a
pint of sherry, sugar to your taste, and
ihe strained juice of the lemon. Let
this boil for about two minutes, not
longer. It is particularly nice with
rice or bread pudding.
An experienced and notable house
keeper says that she has used a polish
made after the following receipt with
marked success : Three or even foui
drachms of cyanide of potassium, from
eight to ten grains of nitrate of silver,
with four ounces of water. Apply
this to a silver plated article with a
soft tooth brush ; then wash the silver
thoroughly with clean water, dry it
with a soft linen cloth, and then polish
with a chamois skin ; this will not
waste or scratch the plating, and yet
will brighten it perfectly.
A salad dressing much used in Italy
is made in this way: The yolk of one
egg, six tablespoonfuls of oil, three ol
vinegar ; put this into a bottle and
shake it until it is white and creamy
looking. When this simple dressing is
used it is necessary to dry the salad
after washing, A wire basket is a
convenient receptacle to put the salad
into after washing, as it will drain
perfectly there, and can be lightly
shaken. All salads, whether simple
or plain, would be improved if care in
drying sufficiently were observed, I
Rich Trophies.
A French traveler from Stamboul
tells a wonderful story of the sights he
saw. There were two thrones, one ol
enameled gold, with incrustations of
pearls, rubies and emeralds. Also two
caskets studded with rubies and dia
monds, in which hairs from the
Prophet's beard are jealously pre
served. One room was hung with
armor and scepters; caskets andescre
toires lay on the table. In another
room are the costumes of all the Sul
tans down to Mahnioud II. Each oi
the costumes has a silk scarf attached,
together with a magnificently chased
dagger and a diamond aigrette. Fin
ally, the sacred treasure, consisting ol
the relics of Islam, the mantle arid
standard of the Prophet, his sword and
bow; the swords of the first Caliphs
and the oldest manuscripts of the Ko
ran. Boston Advertiser.
PUBLIC CONVEYANCES IN LONDON.
"The Guardian Angel" of the Fast Cabrio
lets and Modem Vehicles.
In that quaint and amusing work,
i "Walker's Original," which was pub
I lished rather more than half a century
j ago, the author, who was long a metro
politan police magistrate, tells us, says
i The London Telegraph, in illustration
of the changes which had occurred in
the town and its fashions during his
lifetime,that a "retired hackney coach
man, giving an account of his life, re
cently stated that his principal gains
had been derived from cruising at late
hours about particular streets to pick
up drunken gentlemen. If they were
able to tell their address.he took them
; straight home; if not, he carried them
to certain taverns, where the custom
was to secure their property and put
them to bed. In the morning he
called to take them home, and was
generally handsomely rewarded. He
said there were other coachmen who
pursued the same course, and they all
considered it their policy to be strictly
honest. The same calling was pur
sued for many years in Paris. The
tariff for taking a drunkard home was
20 sous, and his conductor was known
as 'L'AngeGardien,' or 'The Guardifn
Angel.' " These words were written
about 1830, and they give us a strange
peep into the social history of London
and Paris during the early years of the
I present century. It is encouraging,
at the outset, to' find that the French
capital had its "drunken gentlemen"
as well as the English, and that the
Parisian "Jarvey" of those days was
satisfied with the modest reward of a
franc for rendering them a service
which would now be thought ill-requited
unless at least five, and per
haps ten, times as much were given.
Mr. Walker's typical hackney coach
man did not, it may be pretty safely
affirmed, make enough money to se
cure a comfortable provision for his
old age upon these self-sacrificing
terms. The ever-obliging and ubiqui
tious policeman generally performs
now the voluntary functions discharg
ed when George HI. and George IV.
were upon the throne by nigbt-prowl-ing
"jehus" who plied for hire. A
story is told of an incorrigible joker
; who, being considerably the worse
for liquor, was picked up one night in
the Strand and safely deposited by a
benevolent policeman in a comforta
ble "growler." In answer to the in
quiries of his auxiliary for an address
to which the cabman was to drive, the
bibulous wit, whese sense of fun was
i not wholly quenched, could only reply,
in a husky voice, "Kensal Green."
Nowadays it is but too probable that a
gentleman in the streets who was too
overcome to furnish any address to
his "guardian angel" would pass an
uneasy night at the police station. It
is evident, however, from Mr. Walk
er's story, that within the lifetime of
many who may chance to read these
words hackney coaches were so scarce
at night that a few enterprising driv
ers of these ramshackle vehicles found
it worth their while to traverse the
dark streets, into which gas was not
generally introduced until George
lV.'s reign, in pursuit of "gentlemen
in liquor. " Sydney Smith tells us, in
deed, that until he was himself nearly
50 j'ears old he could not afford a car
riage ol his own, and that the straw
from the bottom of the hackney coach
which conveyed him to dinner stuck
to the flounces of his wife's dress, and
exposed them both to the jeers and
flouts of powdered lackeys in the
service of aristocratic hosts, who had
issued their cards of invitation with
the words: "To meet Mr. Sydney
Smith," inscribed at the top.
It makes a great deal of difference
at what time a man chances to be
born. At present there is no more
difficulty in hailing a four-wheel or a
hansom cab at any time of the day or
night in the central parts of London
than in obtaining change before mid
night for a good half-crown. Men and
women are all so accustomed to the
comforts and conveniences of this
kind which surround them on all sides
that they are apt to forget if, indeed,
they know the straits to which their
fathers and grandfathers were reduced
within living memory. Not until 1823
were those one-horse vehicles long
known by the names of "cabriolets,"
but now universally spoken of as
"cabs" introduced into the metropo
litan streets, and in that year the num
ber of such conveyances plying for
hire was only twelve. The driver sat
upon a peich attached to the right
hand of the two-wheeled vehicle, and
heard every word spoken by the two
friends who were his fares. If the
horse fell the fares had an excellent
chance of being flung into the street,
and the rain was kept out by leather
curtains drawn across the front. In
1831 the number of cabs had increased
to 165, and in that year the licenses to
drive them were gi-anted to all decent
ly conducted applicants, rnor to
1831, when the trade was thrown open,
the number of carriages or cabs ply
ing for hire was limited to 1.200, and
omnibuses, which were first started in
1829, were few and far between. What
a contrast to these antediluvian times
do the London streets now present !
In addition to about 2,500 omnibuses,
they now contain something like 14,
000 cabs, and, as regards speed, clean
liness, and general comfort, the pub
lic conveyances of this metropolis
compare favorably with those of any
other capital upon earth. The young
er generation of London, who have no
recollection of the barbarous days
when such a thing as a hansom cab did
not exist, may congratulate themselves
by joyfully exclaiming: "The good of
ancient times let others state ; 1 think
it lucky I was born so late !" In no
respect does the British capital sur
prise its American and foreign visit
ors more than in the abundance, the
cheapness, the comfort, and above all
in the swiftness of its hansom cabs.
The "gondolas of London" a phrase
which Lord Beaconsfield borrowed
from Honore de Balzac, wio first ap
plied it to the fiacres of Paris s warm
in every street, and although, as Lord
Rosebery pointed out when he recent
ly tock the chair at the cabmen's be
nevolent fund dinner, the last occu
pant of the vehicle may have been an
archbishop, a professional beauty, or
a foreign ambassador, its usefulness
and conveience are equally within the
T reach of all who have a shilling in
their pockets to pay the fare.
A Mistinkered Clock
I have always clung affectionately to
the theory that no poor man should
ever hire anybody else to do what he
himself can do about his premises. I
am opposed to hiring tramps to eat up
the suhstance of a hard-working indi
vidual, like an editor, hence 1 never
allow one to saw wood for his break
fast at my place.
The other day a tramp called at my
house. He had a kit of tinkering in
struments, and displayed a burning
desire to heal the eccentricities of our
clock which never could be satisfied
unless it was from four minutes to
three days slow. I was at first dis
posed to let him give it two or three
experimpntal tinks, but when he in
formed me that his time was very val
uable and the wear and tear of his
brain very severe in the performance
of such offices of human benefaction, I
concluded to do the job myself.
That afternoon I went down town
and paid $7 to a hardware man for the
necessary labor saving machinery. I
felt that $7 was not an extravagant
price to pay for a set of tools that
would tinker me for the entire period
of human life, so 1 hurried home and
went for that clock.
My wife spread a white paper on the
dining table for me, and it was not
long before I had the viscera of that
clock scattered about me like the shat
tered remains of a brass foundry after
a cyclone had toyed with it. No won
der it was slow ! Every clog and jour
nal was clogged with dirt and stiffened
with oil. 1 rubbed up the parts care
fully, and then my wife leaned loving
ly over my shoulder and remarked
that she could not comprehend how in
the world I would ever get all that
stuff into it again. I replied that it
took a high order of genius to do that,
and drawing myself up proudly, as
sured her that I was fully equal to the
situation.
Then I began to put the clock to
gether, and soon had it full, but there
were wheels and eccentrics and levers
enough to make another clock. I felt
proud of my grand achievements. I
had often heard that "economy is
wealth," and I had saved enough of
that clock to pay for a new hair spring
in my watch. I put on the hands and
wound up the rejuvenated timfepiece,
and started it. It went off like the
gong at a railway eating house, where
a fellow stops twenty minutes to get
robbed. When I was a little boy go
ing to school my teacher, a tender
young soul of forty-two summers and
twice as many winters, used to write
"Time flies" in my copy book, but I
never fully realized the scope and in
tent of the remark until that clock re
sumed business at the old stand. I re
alized in a moment that I had con
quered the perverse disposition of that
clock to play along the road. It
seemed infused with renewed vigor and
was punctual to a fault.
The hour-hand got around the dial
once each hour, while the minute-hand
got around sixty times in the same
period, and the bell sounded every
second. On close inspection I dis
covered that I had accomplished what
had never been done before. I had
turned time backward, and longed to
have the poet who sang: "Backward,
turn backward, O time, in your flight," j
present, that I might show him that
his wish was gratified. The hands
were going the wrong way, and my
wife smiled a sweet, sad smile of hope
as she remarked that in about four
days we would be a boy and girl in
school again. I was pleased for a mo
ment at the thought, but as a faint ,
wonder what would become of our five
children in such an event stole upon j
me, hope gave place to fear that it
would leave a blemish upon our young
lives to return to the good old times, j
and! I jammed the screw driver into
the rapidly revolving wheels and put a
stop to their mad career. One of these
days I am going to pull the nail out
and go back to the Garden of Eden and
see Eve feed Adam apples. F. E. Hud-
ale, in Texas Sijlmgs.
Wines for Sacramental Uses.
"At least fifty thousand gallons of
wine are consumed annually for sacra- J
mental purposes in the United States," j
said a wholesale dealer in wines to a
reporter for The Mail and Express.
"What kind of wine is preferred?" j
"The pure juice of the grape, free
from alcohol, is demanded. Dry wine,
which has about 11 per cent of alcohol, :
also is sold for the church. The certi
ficate of a priest as to the purity of the I
wine is often necessary before a brand
can be sold. But let it once become
popular and no matter if a little al
coholic adulteration creeps in, it is
never detected. Sweet wine has at
least 20 per cent of alcohol, yet it is
often soid for sacramental purposes.
Fact is, the sweet wine is always the
favorite until its alcoholic percentage
is discovered. If all priest3 and j
preachers were ot the same nationality j
one brand of wine might do, but a j
French priest does not want the same ;
wine as an Irish priest. Methodists,
Episcopalians, Catholics, and Baptists j
all desire different brands."
"How do foreign wines sell?"
"It is a strange fact, but foreigners j
like American wine and drink more of j
it than the natives do. The average
American, who drinks wine, thinks
nothing is like the imported article, j
while the foreigner, who has tried ;
them both, prefers that made here, j
But since the prohibition question has
started and several states have de- j
clared for temperance, more wine is
Bold for sacramental purposes than j
was ever known before. This gives
the wine trade a boom. Every whole-
sale dealer sends his circular to the !
prohibition states stating he sells only j
the pure juice of the grape for church j
services. .Every arug-store in every
village, hamlet, and town lays in a
supply of sacramental wine, and this
year I predict that three times as many
gallons will be sold for sacred pur
poses as was last year. This will bring
the figures up to 150,000 gallons.
When prohibition rules out malt
liquors, then the pure wine is in de
mand, and the drug-stores do a land
office business." New York Mail and
Express.
AMERICAN GIRLS.
An Eminent Divine Says They Are No
Mere Appendages to Saratoga Trunks.
Prol. Swing in Chicago Current.
The girl of to-day, with rare excep
tions, is industrious and with a breadth
of invention and execution. The ironi
cal and often mean essays on the wom
an of the present often picture her
as good for little except for accom
panying a Saratoga trunk on its wan
derings in summer and for filling fash
ionable engagements in winter. Much
of this sarcasm is deserved by the few,
but when the millions of girls are
thought of as they are ornamenting
their mothers' homes in the villages
and cities, the honest heart cannot
but confess that the word "girl" never
meant more than it does to-day. This
being, when found in her best estate,
can go gracefully from her silk dress
and piano to a plain garb and to work
among plants, or to the kitchen, or to
a mission school class. In the city
she can easily walk three miles. Lan
guor has ceased to be fashionable;
sleep in the day time not to be en
dured. The soul is thought to be
action, not repose.
All can contradict these words o1
praise; because all who think a mo
ment can find exceptions in girls whe
are always just dead, with a headache,
or as averse as a mummy to any kind
of conversation or activity; girls who
who are pleased with nothing and no
body. These exceptions are so disa
greeable that they seem to mar the
whole world and make the beautiful
characters invisible. In matters oi
this kind one can only offer opinions.
One dare not assert with confidence.
At a poimlar summer resort, where
quite a number of these 16-year mor
tals were met and observed daily, it
appeared in evidence and in commor
fame that to be full of obedience to
ward parents, of kindness tow.ird all
persons and things, to be industrious',
to be full of inquiry and rational talk
was not the exception, but the average
of condition.
Why should a few girls of marked
vanity and of giggling tendencies
cast into reproach that multitud
whose hearts are as innocent as the
June flowers and June birds? Muct
of the ruin of character comes in the
later years of woman, when the im
prudence of late dancing, late suppers
and the mental anxiety, and, perhaps,
sorrows which come from the vain ef
forts of the heart to create a paradise
of pleasure away from duty, make the
cheek fade early and the eye lose its
luster in the morning, like sun that
goes behind clouds before noon. As
for noble girls of 16, the Western con
tinent is full of them. They are in the
cities, in the villages,' in the farm houses
We meet them on all streets, along al'
paths in the lone and lovely country
They are ready for all duty and hap
piness, and constitute to us older and
fading hearts the most beautiful and
divine scene on earth.
! First Confederate Battle Flags.
j From Mrs. Burton Harrison's "Rec
: ollections of a Virginia Girl in the First
j Year of the War," the following is tak
1 en: "Another incident of note, in per
I sonal experience during the autumn oi
'61, was that to two of my couslhs
and to me was intrusted the making
of the first three battle flags of the con
federacy, directly after congress had
decided upon a design for them. They
: were jaunty squares of scarlet crossed
with dark blue, the cross bearing stars
to indicate the number of the seceding
: states. We set our best stitches upor.
them, edged them with golden fringes,
and when they were finished, dispatch
ed one to Johnston, another to Beau
regard, and the third to Earl Van Dorr
the latter afterward a dashing cav
alry leader, but then commanding in
fantry at Manassas. The ban
ners were received with all the
enthusiasm we could have hoped
for; were toasted feted, cheered
abundantly. After two years,
when Van Dorn had been killed in
Tennessee, mine came back to me,
tattered and smokestained from long
and honorable service in the field.
But it was only a little -while after it
had been bestowed that there arrived
one day a t our lodgings in Cullpeper a
huge, bashful Mississippi scout one
ot'the most daring in the army with
the frame of a Hercules and the face oi
a child. He was bidden to come there
by his general, he said to ask if 1
would not give him an order to fetch
some cherished object from my deal
old home something that would
prove to me 'how much they thought
of the maker of that flag!' after some
hesitation, I acquiesced, although
thinking it a jest; A week later I waa
the astonished recipient of a lamented
bit of finery left 'within the lines,' a
wrap of white and azure brought by
Dillon himself, with a beaming face.
He had gone through the Union pickets
mounted on a load of firewood, and,
while peddling poultry, had presented
himself at our town house, whence hi
carried off his prize in triumph, with a
letter in its folds, telling us how rel
atives left behind longed to be sharing
the joys and sorrows of those at large
in the confederacy."
Allen Thorndyke Rice, the proprie
tor of the North American Review, is
said to be the fortunate possessor ol
$5,000,000 a very comfortable sum
to have at one's command. Mr. Rice
knows how to use it to his own enjoy
ment and to the enjoyment of others.
He is a young man, not 35, it is said,
with olive complexion, dark-brown
hair, large hazel eyes, a good straight
nose and a well-brushed, close-cut
beard overhung by a long mustache.
He dresses quietly, and, while his
clothes are all of the handsomest ma
terial, he seems to have a fancy for a
top coat that is a little worn in the
seams, so that his clothes will not have
the appearance of having just come
from the tailor. Mr. Rice is a very busy
man, for besides taking care of his
money he looks after the interests ol
the North American Review, engages
contributors, and when he is in New
York takes entire charge of the editor
ial department upon his shoulders.