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ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON, JULY 14, 1882.
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r: itFsTLESs nor .v cni Kru.
Uk)v he turns ami twists.
Anil how he persists
In rattliiiif lr. bet-Is;
How uneasy he feels.
Our wide-awake hoy in chm-h !
Then, earnest an.l still.
He attends with a will.
While the story it UM
Of some hero buhl.
Our dear, thoughtful hoy in ehnn h!
But onrglail surprise
At his thoughtful eyes
Is turned to despair.
As he twithet the hair
Of his little sister iu rhnr.'h.
Still, eh naughty triik Jlies
At a look from the eyes
Of his mother so dear.
Who thinks best to sit near
Uer mischievous buy in church.
Another trick comes!
Yes. His tinker he drum.
Or his kerchief is spread
All over his head.
And btill we take him to church !
He's troublesome! Yes,
That 1'iu bound to confess;
Hut tiod made the bys.
With their fun and their noise,
And He surely wants them in church !
Such children, you know.
Long, loan years ao
Did uot trouble the Lord,
Though disciples were bored;
So we still keep them near Him iu church.
HOW JONES r!SSEl
THE DUMP-
Have you ever seen a real apple dump
ling? I do not mean the libel on it;
that solid chunk of indigestion and
misery that graces most tables, and is
composed of toughened dough and sour
fruit; n3t that, but a dainty, puffy,
fiikey little ball, dripping with cream
sauce, and exhaling an aroma like in
cense. When the fork is inserted, and
the crust is pushed aside, what a sight
to meet an epicure's eye, as a pink
tinted, tart-sweet apple, with its sprink
ling of nutnleg. lying within its cover
ing like Venus in her shell.
Now if there is any one thing Jones
did like, it was such a dumpling as I
have attempted to describe; but Mrs.
Jones was not a success at dumplings.
How many heart-rending sighs and bit
ter tears she has wasted over her dump
lings, no one but herself will ever know.
All the leading cook books and fugitive
. recipes had been read and studied, but
all to no purpose. The dumplings by
courtesv were inevitably the same un
happy looking lumps of grayish color,
that scorned all the coaxings of a fork,
and generally resisted a too heavy pres
sure by popping out of the saucer upon
the tablecloth or floor. If by accident
one did succumb to a deliberate and well
calculated stab of the prongs, what met
the eye? Simply a small, guilty, shriv
tled-iooking object, which appeared to
slink into a corner, thoroughly con
scious of not having accomplished its
mission. No, dumplings were not Mrs.
Jones' forte.
But dumplings were not the only
thorns in -Mrs. Jone;s existence; the
queen thorn was her quondam bosom
friend, Susan Wiikins, and two sharp
little prickles wen? Liddy and Sally,
mournful "has beens," who called Mrs.
"Wiikins "ma." If people's faces were
indicative of their chief accomplish
ment or calling, physiognomists would
immediately class Miss Liddy Wiikins
among the pickling genus; but physiog
nomists, like common mortals, are not
infallible. Miss Liddy could do up
pickles well enough, but her "chef
d'a-uvre" was a dumpling, and Mr Jonas
Jones knew it. Now the .Wilkinses,
mother and daughters, were fond of
giving little dinners to one or two con
genial spirits, and they were, in a culi
nary and gastromic point of view, won
derful successes. What tomato soup!
What luscious tenderloins of beef!
Wrhat salads! And then a glass or two
of dry wine to whet the appetite for the
delicious dumpling that followed.
The Wilkinses occupied a suite of
rooms in an apartment house, fourth
floor front. One small girl did the
heavy chores, and Mrs. Wiikins, with
the Misses Wiikins, attended to the rest
of the house or, more correctly speak
ing, room keeping. How well Mr.
Jonas Jones knew that fourth floor front!
How his heart bounded, when in re
sponse to the nervous jerk of the fourth
bell, the door clicked, and mysteriously
opened! Up the four flights in twice as
many jumps, and Jones stood within the
parlor of that fourth floor front, where
Mrs. Wiikins, in the giddy girlishness
of her four and sixty years, gushingly
welcomed him, and the Misses Liddy
and Sally stood by, not doing anything
in particular, but anxiously watching
Mrs. Wiikins. In fact, Mrs. Wiikins
was the social rudder, and without her
guidance thVIisses Wiikins were alto
gether at sea when in .the parlor.
And was Mrs. Jones blissfully ignor
ant of the dinners, dumplings, and
sireuic fascinations of that fourth floor
front? Not a bit of it. Hardly a time
did Mr. Jones sip his wine, roll the ten
der morsel of a dumpling under his
tongue, and after all pipe his little song
to the confused accompaniment of Miss
Sally, that Mrs. Jones did not know all
about it. and wearily moan and bewail
her lot in her dreary home. Occasion
ally sbe would drown her grief in a new
experiment with dumpling; once suc
cessfully get the knack of an eatable
dumpling, and she knew that Jonas
Jones would be all her own again.
On a certain bright Sunday in April
many years ago, Mr. Jones was up be
times, and there was great scouring and
brushing, and oiling and perfuming. So
slick and spruce and shiny did Mr.
Jones look at the breakfast table that
bright Sunday morning that Mrs. Janes
felt her heart sink within her, and in a
desolate voice asked,
"Are vou going to town to-day,
Jonas?"
There was a painful pause, and then
Mr. Jones replied deliberately, and with
his eves on his coffeecup:
"I am going to town to day."
The conversation ended there. Mr.
Jones was a man of many ideas, but few
words.
Standing by the window, and looking
after the retreating form of Mr. Jones as
it diminished down the street. Mrs.
Jones suddenly had an inspiration. She
was a woman of inspirations. Her eldest
sister was just so, too, but that is neither
here nor there, and has no connection
with this particular inspiration of Mrs.
Jones. Consulting the clock and timo
table, she found that she could reach
town in time to say one or two prayers
at church, and then she would dine with
Susan Wiikins. She would overlook all
past differences, and pay a friendly call.
What better da to forget and forgive.
Could any other thoughts or motives in
fluence Mrs. Jones in her desire to break
bread with Susan Wiikins? My pen
blushes at and scorns such a base im
putation.
In due course of time Mrs. Jones ar
rived at the temporary abiding place of
Mrs. Wiikins. Finding it unnecessary to
ring the bell, as the mam door was open,
she laboriously labored np the flights of
stairs. On the third land sounds of
music assailed her ears, and when the
fourth floor fronts-was reached, she not
only heard the tortured piano, but a
voice, but whose voice? Mrs. Jones'
heart cave a great thump. It was - it
was Jonas! With a trembling hand she
knocked at the door, but there was no
response. The singing yes, singing, I
will not let my pen be guilty of a harsh
er word continued. Again Mrs. Jones
knocked, again she was unnoticed; she
tried the handle: the door waw locked!
Misery! What should she do? In des
paration she this time gave a tremen
dous ran. The mano stopped with a
snaix as if it had been stabbed, and
gave up its life with a discordant groan;
the voice wailed away in a trembling
moan, and there was an intense silence
for several seconds, succeeded by much
rustling of gowns, and skirmishing
about the room, with an obligato accom
paniment of closing doors. Then all
was peaceful and the key was turned in
the lock. Miss Sallie's face appeared at
the narrow opening, with her lips pursed
to ask. the person's business; but her lips
lost their cunning, and her jaw fairly
dropped, as she recognized the visitor,
who, without waiting for any ceremony,
pushed into the room, and after a quick
glance at the sofa and chairs and under
the piano, demanded in a suppressed
voice:
"Where is he?"
"Whom do you mean?" asked Miss
Sallie, with her eyes quite out of her
head, and nervously tearing two rose
buds from the neck ot her gown.
"You know whom I mean Jonas."
Miss Sallie, with a great gulp, and
looking as if she were right on the verge
of a convulsion, stammered out:
"I don't know what you mean. He
has not been here."
"Doyou mean to tell me.Sallie Wiikins,
that my husband was not here, singing?"
"I do," maintained Miss Sallie, a
greenish hue spreading over her fea
tures. At this juncture Mrs. Wiikins made
heir appearance, and Miss Liddy brought
up the rear, with a flushed face, aud the
fragrance of dumplings clinging about
her.
"And you, Susan Wiikins, and you,
Liddy, and you, Sally, mean to tell me
that Jones was not here ten minutes
ago?"
"We do," responded mother and daugh
ters in unison, something aftr the man
merof a trio in a oertain modern popular
opera.
Mrs. Jones looked at the three stolid
faces, and, doubting her own sense, sank
into a chair, overcome with tears for the
time being. As she sat with her face
buried in the folds of her handkerchief,
the three ladies exchanged agonized
looks, through the open 'door rushed
into the room the odors of all manner of
good things preparing in the rear.-
When Mrs. Jones had collected heiself
and Mrs. Wiikins and Miss Sally Miss
Liddy having retired to the back regions
had somewhat recovered from the
shock, Mrs. Wiikins said in aninjured
voice, and with a magnanimous and
Christian like spirit of forgivenness:
"You are very suspicious and unjust,
Maria, but let that pass. Take off your
bonnet and dine with us; we will give
you what little we have."
Mrs. Jones raised her head, and glanc
ing into the next room, saw a table
decked out with gay china and glass
ware, a bunch of real roses in the cen
ter, and four places. That malicious
imp, suspicion, once more took possess
ion of Mrs. Jones and she said:
"I see there are four covers laid, Su-
san.
"Yes," quickly responded Miss Sally.
"I expected my cousin, Thomas; but I
do not believe he'll come now."
Miss Sail gave a little choke, and re
ceived an approving glance from her
ma. In a short time Miss Liddy showed
herself at the door, and with a jerk and a
snap announced dinner. Could ever a
tible be sweeter or more inviting? First,
there was the tomato soup, and then the
beef, and then the salad, and finally
the dumplings. Eight of them. Such
beauties! Mrs. Jones looked at them
with a feeling akin to awe.
As the dinner progressed, the spirits of
the partakers sank iu reverse ratio, and
when the coffee was reached, there was
a peculiar odor of dolefulness and de
pression about even the inanimate ob
jects. Just a the dumplings were
placed upon the table there was a sup
pressed and strangled sneeze, that ap
peared to come from nowhere in particu
lar and to belong to neither sea nor land;
but it had the effect of making three of
the diners give a violent stare and turn
livid. Miss Sally giggled in spite of
her tenor, she certainly giggled but
that was one of her ldiosynrrasies.
I shall now have to beg my readers to
leave the luxuries of the dining table.
I allj step with me across the threshold to
j the adjoining room. It was a sort of
j large, dark pantry, where were many
. shelves, tilled with glass jars containing
the last successes of Miss Liddy; also
odds and ends of all sorts, and a large
box with a lid used as a coal bin, but
now holding more precious ware than
that useful but smutty article, If you
should lift the lid with me, yon! would
see no less a personage than Mr. Jones
sitting in a horrid, cramped position on
top of the few bushels of coal that still
remained in the bin. Mr. Jones was
burning with wrath and indignation,
but Mr. Jones was helpless, i Aside
from hiB humiliating predicament, Mr.
Jones suffered the pangs of hunger, which
were only more aggravated by the clat
ter of dishes and penetrating odors that
leaked through the cracks of his place
of retirement. The steam and j aroma
from the dumpling was too much for
him, and caused the uncanny sound
that so startled the trio in the dining
room. Two hours or so after finishing her
second dumpling Mrs. Jones, took her
departure, and there was a simultane
ous rush by the three ladies, for the
pantry. A chair was brought, and Mr.
Jones was assisted to alight. Brushes
called into requisition, and soap and
water were freelv used, but few words
said Mr. Jones. With a dignified and
injured air, he solemnly took his leave.
The next Sunday Mrs. Jones timidly
said at the breakfast table:
"I hope, Jonas, that you will be at
home to-day, for I'm going to have some
dumplings; Liddy Wiikins has told me
just how to do it."
After a pause, Mr. Jones in rather a
severe way .said: t
"Tbank you, but I am not eating
dumplings this year."
And be it here recorded that Mr.
Jones never to his dying day could be
prevailed upon to touch a dumpling,
and even the odor of one would make
him ill.
The Names or the States.
New Hampshire gets its name from
Hampshire, England. Massachusetts
is derived from an Indian name, first
given to the bay, signifying "near the
great hills." Rhode Island has an ob
scure origin, the Island of Rhodes, the
"Island of the Rhodes," and a Dutch
origin, "lied Island," the first seeming
to have the best historical support.
Connecticut is an Indian name, signify
ing "land on a long tidal river."" Vir
ginia, the Carolinas and Georgia have a
royal origin. Maine was named from
the fact that it was supposed to contain
the "mayne portion" of New England.
Vermont has no especial question, ex
cept that it is claimed to have been first
an alias New Connecticut, alias Ver
mont. Kentucky probably signifies
either, "a dark and bloody ground, or
a "bloody river," or "the long river."
Tennessee comes from its river, the
name being derived rrom the name of
an Indian village on the river, "Tan
assee." Ohio is named after an Indian
name, signifying "something great,"
with an accent of admiration. Indiana
comes from the name of an early land
party. Illinois comes from the Indian
a name of a tribe. Michigan is claim
ed to mean "lake country;,' it probably
came from the name of the lake, "Great
Lake," which bore this name before the
land adjacent was named. Louisiana is
from the French. Arkansas and Missouri
are from the Indian, the former being
doubtful; the latter is claimed to mean
in its origin, "muddy water, which de
scribed the river. Iowa is also Indian.
with double meaning. Texas is popu
larly thought to be Indian, but may be
Spanish. Florida is Spanish, "a flowery
land. Oregon has a conjsctural origin.
It is probably Indian, but a Spanish ori
gin is claimed. I California comes from a
Spanish romance of 1510. Nevada takes
its name from the mcuntains, who get
theirs from a resemblance to the Neva-
das of South America. Minnesota is In
dian, "sky-tinted water." Nebraska is
variously rendered, "shallow water and
"flat country. Kansas is from Indian
root,1 Kaw, corrupted from the French.
Mississippi is "great water," or "whole
water." Alabama is Indian, the name
of a fortress, and a tribe, signifying, as
is claimed, "here we rest."
A Famous Duelling Ground.
Bladensburg, the old duelling ground,
named from the little town that lies near,
is just six milesifrom Washington on the
Baltimore turnpike, and along the Balti
more and Ohio I railroad, and the aspect
is perfectly peaceful. To the east of the
village is the ground that was usually
chosen for hostile meetings a valley,
wooded very lightly now, with clumps
of trees here and there. A considerable
ridge rises on the south of the spot, run
ning east and west, and abutting miles
av.y on the Potomac. From the north
a little stream ' flows through the town,
i(s wiier clear and limpid, showing beds
of gravel beneath. On the west bank of
this stream the hasty levies of troops,
mostly Maryland militia, met the British
5000 strong in 1814, and attempted in
effectually to save the capital. Close by
thednelling ground, to the north, stood
the family mansion of George Calvert,
the lineal descendant of Lord Baltimore.
f Pittsburgh Telegraph.
Agricultural items: Plant your pitch
forks under the shade of your cherry
trees, points up. Should your neigh
bor's boy fall from the trea, they might
prevent him from striking the ground.
Cover your cucumber beds with con
crete. It may kill the vines, but that is
the only sure way of destroying the
striped bugs, j
Scotch Funerals.
Everybody knows that there is no ser
vice at the grave in Scotland, although
the clergyman under whom the deceased
"sat" is often, indeed usually present.
The hats of those in attendance may be
taken off the moment after they
have lowered the coffin into
the grave just for an instant, but even
this is not always the case. This habit
of dispensing with religious exercises
had its origin, no doubt, in the Scotch
horror of doing anything that might give
a color to the charge of fol
lowing tire Roman Catholic fash
ion of praying for the. dead. The
reading of a chapter of the Bible, and a
short prayer in the house before the cor
tege sets out for the church yard 13 the
sole religious service, and the prelimi
naries to this are sometimes of a kind to
raise the idea that care is taken to dis
connecc it from the peculiar circumstan
ces of the occasion.
Twenty years agol was at a luneral in
the country of which the minister and
his colleague of the church to which the
deceased belonged attended. After the
company had assembled, some decanters
of wine and a tray witli cakes were
brought in and set upon the table. The
daughter of the deceased, herself a cler
gyman's wife, then suggested that the
senior minister should "ask a blessing."
This request served as an excuse for a
long prayer appropriate to the circum
stances of the occasion which brought us
together, and after it was over cake and
wine were handed around. Then a re
quest was made that the junior clergy
man should "return thanks," and he
readily enough indulged in a prayer, in
which he erathered up the fragments
suitable to the cirenmstances, which his
colleague had omitted, and that was the
whole religious service simply a grace
before and after meat.
That terrible scourge, the cholera,
which visited the country in. 1832 gave a
fatal blow to the bacchanalian orgies
with which it had been the fashion to
celebrate funerals in Port Glasgow.
Men were willing enough to pay the last
possible markof respect to the dead, but
naturally took evey precaution to avoid
exposing themselves to unnecessary risk.
So. instead oi meeting in tne house, as
had been the custom, they simply
gathered in the street, and followed tne
hearse to the place of burial. The old
Port Glasgow gentleman, who is my in-
formant, would not enter into particulars
anent the proceedings prior to that date,
but he made the significant remark that
while the new fashion involved the loss
of an hour, under the old system atten
dance at a funeral meant the loss of a
whole day.
When an invitation is baing given
verbally to a f aneral in Scotland the per
son invited usually asks, "When do you
lift?" meaning "at what hour is the
funeral to take place?" The manner of
conveying the coffin from the house to
Eaglesham. a village in the south of
Renfrewshire, abundantly explains this
phrase. As can be well enough under
stood, hearses and coaches are institu
tions belonging to towns and cities, not
to villages. Jn the latter the coffin is
borne to the grave on three poles, which
are passed under it, long enough to
leave a sufficient portion for two men to
grasp on either side. Of course it is
impossible to place these "spokes" in
position in the house, so a couple of
stools are brought out to the street, the
coffin is placed upon them, and when
the cortege is ready to go the spokes are
passed under, the coffin is "lifted" and
the procession moves off.
Though Eaglesham is not ten miles
distant from Glasgow, the old fashion of
warning everybody to the funeral is still
followed, and as the houses generally are
small, the company often meets in the
church. Even in the saored edifice,
after the performance of short religious
exercises, a tray with glasses on it is
occasionally brought in and a supply
of liquor served out to all who care
to partake of it. In this village it
is also the custom for' the entire
company to wait in the churchyard till
the burial has been quite completed,
Eaglesham in this respect presenting a
favorable contrast to other places, where
only one of two of the nearer relatives
are left to see the sexton complete his
work. The last shovelful of dirt having
been put in, the chief mourner gets up
on a stone, and taking off his hat, says in
a loud voice: "Gentlemen, I tbank you
for your company," which is the signal
to disperse.
I feel persuaded that it i3 one of the
"things not generally known" that
"waking" the dead has been practiced
in one of the northern counties of Scot
land from time immemorial, and is still
in vogue there. When a death occurs in
Glen Urquhart, the survivors in the
household are never suffered to be alone
with their dead till the day of the
funeral. The body is hot coffined till
the day of interment, for the simple
reason that the coffin has to be
made by the village joiner after
death takes place. A house with a
corpse in it becomes for two or three
days and nights that intervene between
death and burial the rendezvous of all
the neighbors, who sit and tell stories
ghost stories have a decideds preference
ostensibly to keep the bereaved family
from feeling eeris,but really for the pur
pose of entertainment. Such gatherings
differ from Irish "wakes" in this partic
ular, that tobacco and pipes are not pro
vided by the relatives of the deceased,
each attender bringing his own supply
of these luxuries; but whiskey is sup
plied by the family in whose house the
wake is held, and pretty freely dis
pensed. Such gatherings j are th
favorite resorts of blushing lasses and-
etrapping lads who are courting, and are
often the scene of more lapghter than
tears.
The funerals in this locality present an
imposing spectacle, often as many as a
hundred men, decently clad in black
broadcloth, winding in slow profession
through the valley, in the rear of the
bearers who carry the coffin. But here
again we have an illustration of local
variations of customs ;f or though it is the
habit to invite all the male inhabitants of
the district, the next door neighbor
of the deceased would not go to the
funeral without receiving a direct in vita
tion, while over the hills, in an adjoin
ing glen, no invitations are issued, but
everybodv is expected to attend. Of
course, where drink is supplied at the
wake it is not withheld at the funerati
and besides the round served out at the
house, there is another often at the
churchyard. Enough drink and bread
anu cneese to suppiy a nunurea men is
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no light weight, and where the cortege
has to go a few miles to the place of in
terment, it is usual to send a small pony
cart bearing tne refreshments after the
party. A jar of whisky invariably forms
part of the contents of the cart, whatever
may be the more solid portion of the re
iresumeni proviuea. xne people are
Free Church to a man, but they are not
i i i.i, .
teetotal, and it is nothing out of the com
mon, aitei tne grave nas ueen niied up.
to see an old ree Uuurcu elder stand
ing, possibly on a flat tomb-stone, en
gaged in asking a
freshment about to
bottle of whisky in
blessing on the re
oe partaKen, witn a
the one hand and a
glass in the other.-
-fMacmillan's Maga
zme.
Old Anecdotes trial A ever Dip.
Samuel Rogers tells one of the best
stories of absent-mindedness that we
have ever heard. His friend Maltby was
its hero, and it was to this effect: One
day, while the two were at the Louvre
looking at the pictures, a lady en'ered
who spoke to the poet. When ho re
joined Maltby, who was completely ab
sorbed, he said: "That wa Mrs. Blank;
we have not met for so long that she had
almost forgotten me, and asked me if my
name was Rogers. Maltby simply said,
"Well, and was it?'
itobert iettle ot Ulasgow, was of a
joyous nature. Every object seemed to
beam upon him. and the very things
which would have i mated others only
excited his mirth. Having left some
temperance tracts at the house of a
friend, he found them, on calling a . few
days after, serving the purpose of paper
curls to one of the young ladies. "Well,"
said he, "I see you have made use of the
tracts;" but immediately converted con
fusion into merriment by adding, "Only
ye hae put them on the wrang side o' yer
head, lass e.
The accident of the two cats, which has
been told of many learned men, origi
nated with the painter Barrett. His only
pets wore a cat and a kitten, its progeny.
A friend, seeing two holes in the bottom
of his door, asked for what purpose ho
YVtZ :1 "7: 1 Z.Z
Barrett said they were
for his cats to go in and out at. "Why,"
replied the friend.V'wouldnotone do for
both?" 4 'You silly man," answered the
doctor, "how could the big cat get into
the little hole?" "But," said his friend,
"could not the little one go through the
the big hole?" "Egad," said Barrett,
"and so she could; but I never thought
of that."
An Easy Creditor. The parson ex
tended the box to Bill, and he slowly
shook his head. "Come, William, give
something," said the parson. "Can't do
it," said Bill. "Why not! Is not the
cause a good one?" he asked. "Yes,
good enough; but I an? not able to give
anything," answered Bill. "Pooh! pooh!
I know better; you must give me a bet
ter reason than that." "Well, I owe too
much money; I must be just before I
am generous, you know." "But, Will
iam, you owe Heaven a larger debt than
you owe any one else." "That's true,
parson; but Heaven ain't pushing me
like the rest of my creditors." Old
Anecdote.
A story is told in an old journal which
we do not remember to have seen else
where. The Dean of Gloucester, during
the rebellion in America, published a
pamphlet, in which he argued that the
possession of immense colonies was not
an advantage to England, but a weight
and impediment to her highest progress;
while on the other hand, the condition
of dependence was slow death to the
colonies themselves. As the dean was a
good man, his politics did not cause his
removal from court, where they were
only ridiculed. King George, meeting
him, said:
"Ah, ha! so you want to rid us of
America, Doctor? If you had a bishop
ric, would you part. with it as quickly as
you want me to ttrip myself of my king
dom? Hey? Hey?"
"It is impossible for me to judge,
your majesty. I am not in that case. No
one but you can put me in that case."
The king smiled, nodded and said:
"Wait a while, Dean." "But," adds the
recounter, "that was two years ago, and
the dean is waiting yet."
Kmer8- n's Ptu'oyophr.
The devil is an ass.
No great men are original.
Beauty is its own excuse for being.
To be great is to be misunderstood.
What belongs to you gravitates to you.
Great believers are always reckoned
infidels.
Consistency is the hobgoblin of little
minds.
Talent makes counterfeit ties; genius
finds the real ones.
Character is a reserved force which
acts directly by presence and without
means.
Every man is a quotation from his
ancestors.
no USE AN I FARM.
A cow eats from 100 to 120 pounds of
green grass per day.
Main and Vermont are the best farm
ing States in New England.
Small pastures and few cows in them
are better than large ranges with: a large
number of cows.
Silk farms are being cultivated at Ab
erdeen and Corinth, Miss., and there is
talking of starting one at Meridian.
Never, if you can otherwise' avoid it.
go between the bees and their flvhole.
and you will escape many a sting. .
The Colorado potato beetle haa int in
an early appearance in Indiana, and com
menced early-" work in gardens -wher?3-
early varieties were planted.
One praiseworthy act of the Iowa Leg
islature was the adoption of a law direc
ting that at least twelve shade trees
shall be set out in every school-house
yard.
Several West Tennessee exchanges are
complaining of the ravages of the army
anu cut worms, xnev are doing a great
deal of damage to the growing wheat
crops.
It is said the average crop of beans an
acre in Massachusetts in an ordinary
year, is dO bushels. The crop is none
too large to keep the Boston bean pots in
running order.
The Masachusetts Ploughman savs a
cow that has been overfed with meal
rarely ever recovers, and unless is par
ticularly valuable, might better be
turned in beef.
Mr. R. McCrone writes to the Iowa
Homestead that the secret of raising win
ter squashes is to plant late, and when
the borer gets in. cover the vin sir
inches deen with earth.
The general condition of the farmers
in Michigan and Wisconsin is not sur
passed by that of the farmers in any portion-of
the country. If a few of them
are not very wealthy thev "avfiracn nn
n,, " 1 o- x
To meet the demand of many, the
manufacturers are bringing out a lim
ited quantities of printed lawns. These
lawns are of soft finish, without starch.
and look like mulls. The figures .are
large and small polka dots, and flower
and figure designs resembling those on
the foulards, stateens and percales.
What Glr s Should Learn.
By all means let the girls learn how to
cook. What right has a girl to marry and -
go into a nouse oi ner own unless she
knows how to superintend every branch
of housekeeping, and she cannot prop
erly superintend unless she has some
practical knowledge herself. Most men
marry without thinking whether the wo
man of his choice is capable of cooking
him a meal, and it is a pity he is so short-
lighted, as his health, his cheerfulness,
and indeed his success in life depend in
a very great ! degree upon the food he
eats; in fact, the whole household is in
fluenced by: their diet. Feed them on
fried cakes, fried meats, hot bread and
other indigestible viands, day after day.
and they will need medicine to make
them well. A man will take alcohol to
counteract the evil effects of such food,
and the wife and children must be phy
sicked. Let all the girls have a share in
the housekeeping at home before they
marry; let each superintend some de
partment by turns. It need not occupy
half the time to see that the house is
properly swept, dusted and put in or
der, or to prepare puddings and make
dishes, that many young ladies spend in
reading novels that enervate both mind
and body and unfit them for every day
life. Women do not, as a general rule,
get pale faces by doing housework.
Their sedentary habits, in over-heated
rooms, combined with ill-chosen food,
are to blame for bad health. Our moth
ers used to pride themselves on their
housekeeping and fine needlework. Why
should not we? f Baltimore Sun;
Certain Rules about Tea.
No matter what variety may be used.
there are certain rules for all. To be
gin with, never use a tin tea pot if any
earthen one is obtainable. An even tea
spoonful of dry tea is the usual allow
ance for a person. Scald the tea pot
with a little boiling water and pour it
off. Put in the tea, pour on about a
teacupfnl of boiling water, letting it
stand a minute'or two for the leaves to
swell. Then fill with the required
amount of water, still boiling, this being
a small cupful to a person. Cover
closely and jet it stand for five minutes.
Ten minutes will be required for Eng
lish breakfast tea, but never boil either,
above all, in a tin tea pot. Boiling liber
ates the tannic acid of the tea, which
acts upon the tin, making a compound
bitter and metallic in taste, and unfit for
human stomachs. Our Continent.
The most artistic novelties in nuns
veilings have one-half the width of the
goods in si k broche effects in oriental
and mediaeval designs, flowers' leaves
arabesques on dark or pale tinted ground
in the new and aesthetic colors, the other
half of the stuff being plain. Made up
by an artist dressmaker, these veiling
costumes will be the choice full dress
toilets of the most fastidious women.
The goods are. forty -eight inches wide
and cost 3 50 a yard.
Two ladies exchanging notes on the
method in which they spend the day:
"You see, T always get up at ten and
ring for my maid, and get dressed."
"How long does that take?" "Oh, eier
so long. You see, the girl take? a full
hour to do! my hair." "A fall hour!
Mercy ! What do you do while she is
flxincr it?" "I go' out into the garden
( and take my morning walk!"