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THE LOST BATTLE.
To his heart It struck Much terror
Ti.at i.e laughe i a laub of a.-orn
The man m tue soldier's doublet,
W'itU i lie sword so bravely worn.
It struck bU heart like t'e frost-wind
'lo find hia comrade fled.
While ti.e battle-tteld wan grarded
l$y the lit.-ro" who lay deud.
lie drew his sword In the sunlight,
.And ailed with a long halloo,
D a 1 men. there is one living
Snail stay it out with you!'
lie raised a ragged standard.
Turn lonely s ul In war.
And called the to to onset
Bj: phouta tuey tear alar.
vallooed 6wlft t a ward him.
banner floated wMe;
It sank ; he sank be -tide it
- I'pon his sword, and died.
-Hote Itatctliorne Lathrop, in Harper' $ Maga
zine. SOMETIME..
A Practical Sermon Preached by
the Cellar Stairs.
Strangely enough, the cellar stairs
preached it at least they contributed
that very important part, the applica
tion. Sister Searles had furnished the
text in the morning, but then the ser
m,on ni ght have gone on from firstly
to forty-seventh ly without Mrs. Bar
ney's notice, had it not been for the
cellar stairs.
Mrs. Barney was hurried that day
she was always hurried and it wa?
warm and uncomfortable in the sun
shiny, stove-heated kitchen, where she
was hastening to and fro. growing
fretted and tired without slackening
her speed. Neal'e, standing at the
ironing-table, was tired also.
"1 here's so much to do." she said,
wearily. "I do not see why we need
do bak ng and ironing both in one day.
It makes sucn a crowd, and we could
have left one for to-morrow."
To-morrow wll bring work enough
of its own," answered Mrs. Barney,
qu'ckly. "Besides, if we should get the
work all out of the way the first of the
week, a whole day to rest in would be
worth something."
But then we shouldn't take it for
resting just because it would be a whole
day and someth ngelse would be crowd
ed into it." murmured Nealie, to whom
one hour now looked very inviting and
that possible day in the future very un
ce.ta:n. The mother did not answer, and the
grrl's nand moved more slowly over
the damp musl ns as her gaze wandered
away to the hills where great trees
wt-re throw ng cool shadows. How
pleasant the shade and greenness were!
ri.e tie-iire to br ng :t nearer suggested
another thought to Nealie "Some
vines would be so nice at th s window,
mother. I could plant them if you
would let Tim dig a little spot out
theie."
"Yes, but if we ever get the house
fixrd up as we want it we shall have
shutters at that w.ndow."
"But we don't know when we can do
that, and the vines would be so pretty
now." urged Nealie.
Prettv? Wi 11. yes. if we had the
whole yard trimmed and laid out as it
should be. I hupe we shall have it
some day; but a stray v.ne here and
there seems hardly worth fussing over
when we can't have the whole done."
Nealie sighed but was silent, and
presently Tim came in with an armful
of wood.
Nealie," he said, pausing near her
table, "if you just sew this sleeve up a
little. The old th ng tears awful easy,
and 1 just hit it against a nail."
He spoke low, but Mrs. Barney's
quick ears caugh the words.
"That jacket torn again. Tim? I
never saw such a boy to tear things to
pieces! No, Nealie can't stop to mend
it now. and I can't either. I've been
intending to get you a new one, but
there doesn't seem much chance to
make anything new while you contrive
to make so much patching and darn ng
on the old."
Mrs. Barney shut the oven door with
a snap. Tim was the hired boy, kind
hearted but careless, and he wa
rather discouraging. Board and cloth
ing sometimes appeared to her a high
price for .his serv.ces. "Hurry, now,
and pick some currants for d nner,"
she said.
Tim took the tin pail pointed out to
him, but he d:d not hurry as he pas-ed
w.th clouded face down the walk. The
thought of a" new jacket would have
been very pleasant a few minutes be
fore, but 't had suddenly lost attract
iveness. The boy drew his bushy
brows into a scowl, a- d as soon as he
was out of sight of the house, threw
himself upon the grass, and began Irs
c:irrant-p. eking in a very leisurely
manner. Then it was that Sinter
Searles drove up in her rattling old
bu'gv With a horse that was, as Tim
fa d. "a regular old revolutionary pen
sioner.'' "If I can't have fine horses and car
r.age. I can take a deal of comfort with
these' was always Sister Searles's
cheery comment upon her equipage.
She had an errand at Mrs. Barney',
and had stopped on her way to the vil
lage. A plump, ro.y-faced little wom
an she was, not young, only that she
belonged to the class of people who
never grow old: neatly dressed, though
it was "but the old poplin made over."
Mr-. Barney noticed while . she was
talk'ng, wondering a little that she
should have "taken the trouble, when
she purely needed a new one." "
"Th.s room is tod warm to ask- any
one to sit in," she said, apologetically,
j:lac ng a chair for her caller just out
k de thu door. "When we are able to
have the house altered to suit us I shall
have a stove here in the summer."
"In the mean time you have his nice
tod porch. What a pleasant place it
is!" sa d Sister Searles, adm'ringly.
Yes, if one had time to enjoy" it,"
answered Mrs. Barney, with an uneasy
laugh. "I'm so hurried trying to get
everything about the place in just the
right order that I don't have time."
Take time. Sister Barney, take
time," said Mrs. Searles, smiling, but
earnestly. Make the most of what
you have while you are working for
something better. Don t crowd out
any little sweetness you have to make
room for some great pleasure that's
further off. You see," she added".
blush. ng a little, as if her words need
ed excuse, "it's something I had to
learn myself years ago never trampl
on daisies in a wild chase after roses.
The roses I haven't found, but the dai
sies have been enough to make the
path bright."
Mrs. Barney looked upon her in
some perplexity as she took her de
parture. She had listened with one
half her mind on the loaves of "bread in
the oven and the other half did not
fully comprehend what had been said.
"Daisies and roses! l don t see what
any sort of flower has to do with want
ing a new kitchen. But there! 1 sup
po1 minister's wives hear so much
taiTfc Vwwr"i "cotncsnatural to them.
B.ts of old sermons, like as anyway.
Dear me! I don't get much time for
5oetry in ray life, I'm sure of that,
low Tim does loiter!"
Tim. meanwhile, had j-auntored out
from aruong the bushes, and was en-
faged in untying the old horse that
Irs. S -arles had fastened as securely
as if it could be induced under any cir
cumstances to run. He was moved to
this set nf frnllnntrv nartlv because he
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really 1 ked the cheery little woman
and partly because he heard M rs. bar
ney's call and was in no haste to go to
the house.
"That will do, thank you, Tim," said
Sister Searles, nervously anxious to ex
pedite his steps in the way of obodi-
ence. "1 think -Mrs, liaruev is calling
yon."
Yes'ru: she mostly always is,'
answered Tim, philosophically, pausing
to arrange the harness with painful de
liberation. "But. my dear boy," urged Sister
Fcarles, read hg something in his
knitted brows, "you should really try
to please and help her all you know.
She is kind to you."
"Oh, yes. shVs.k'nd. Only when I
see one of her kindnesses a-com'n'. I
dodge it; it generally hits a fellow hard
enough to be uncomfortable," re
sponded Tim". Then, having relieved
hs feelings by this statement, his con
science pricked him slightly, and he
added: "You see. she's always in such
a hurry. She can't come and bring
'em; she has to p tch "em."
Mrs. Searles meditated as she drove
down the country road.
"Well, I never thought of that be
fore, but I do suppose that's why the
Bible speaks of the Lord's loving kind
ness and tender mercy because there
is so much kindness in the world that
isn't one bit loving, and so much mercy
that is only duty and not tenderness.
I'll tell Josiah that." For it happened
that while the good minister pored over
h s books and studied theology, his
wife, going here and there, studied hu
manity. And though he cooked his
own sermons she often seasoned them.
The baking was done at last, the cur
rants picked and Mrs. Barney's dinner
readv.
"For the bounty bestowed upon us
may we be duly grateful.' murmured
Mr. Barney, with head bowed low over
h s plate. Then he looked up and 're
marked that he was tired of a steady
diet of ham and eggs and ilidn't see
why they couldn't have a little variety.
"You would see if you had to cook
in the hot kitchen as I do," responded
Mrs. Barney, more shortly than her
wont. "I'm glad to have whatever I
get most qu ckly and easily. Wticn we
h ive a summer-kitchen we can begin
to Jive as other people do."
"If we ain't all as old as Methuse
ler," complained Master Tommy in an
undertone which was perfectly audi
ble; "anyway, the chickens will be,
if we can't have any cooked till
that time." He had sniffed the odors
of the baking on his homeward way
from school, and, settl.ng his juve
nile m'nd upon chicken pie for din
ner, had been grievously disappointed.
Warm and weary with her morn
ing's work the questions and sugges
tions fretted Mrs. Barney. She felt
wounded and aggrieved, too, as she
moved about silently after dinner. No
one seemed to see she cared a- much
for things nice and comfortable as did
the others, she said to herself. She
cared far more, indeed, since she
was willing to do much now. and work
and plan for the sake of having things
all - that could be desired by and by.
How many present comforts and con
veniences had she foregone for that!
Those ver3' oellar stairs toward whoso
dark and tortuous steps she was
tending were an example; they could
scarcely Ik? more badly built, or in a
more inconvenient place. Mr. Barney
bad wanted to remove them, but she
would not allow him to incur the ex-
Eense, because a second removal might
e necessary when the house was thor
oughly rearranged.
No, she prolerred to submit to 'the
discomfort all'this time.
"Too long a time it proved, for while
she meditated, an insecure board slip
ped beneath her feet, plunging her
down the dark, narrow stairway,
aga'nst tho rough stone wall, and then
upon the bard floor of the cellar. One
swift moment of terror, the crash of the
d shes that fell from her hands, a flash
of exeruciatingpain, and then she knew
nothing more. She did not hear
Neal.es wild cry from the room above,
nor see her husband's pale face as he
1 fted her in h's arms.
When idie returned to consciousness
a strange voice the physician's was
saying:
No bones broken, though it's a won
der her neck wasn't, falling in the way
she did."
Slowly she opened her eyes upon a
confused mingling of. anxious faces,
wet cloths and bottles of arnica and
camphor, and gradually comprehended
what had happened and her own con
dition not dangerously injured, but
bruised and lamed, and with a sprained
ankle that would keep her a prisoner
for some days at least. It was a sud
den pause in her busy life an enforced
rest. She scarcely knew how to lear
it. for a moment, as she remembered
all she had planned to do, until a ec
ond shuddering thought suggested that
she might have left it all forever ; then
she grew pat ent and thoughtful. Yet
it seenied strange to be Jying quietly on
the lounge in the best bed-room tho
room that had been kept so carefully
closed to preserve its furniture until an
addition to the house should transmute
it into a back parlor ; to watch through
the open door, only a spectator, while
Nealie flitted to and fro in the kitchen
beyond, spreaking the table for tea.
How good the children were that
evening, how tenderly thoughtful her
Husband was, coming to her side again
and again to talk or read to her! They
had not found much time for talking or
reading together the e late years, she
and David; she had always been so
busy when he was in the house. She
had dreamed of a leisure time coming,
though, when they should have many
evenings like this, except the illness.
She had not thought much of illness or
accident coming to mar her plans, or of
death suddenly ending them. .But it
Hashed upon her now how many little
loving words and oflices and daily en
joyments had been crowded out of their
little home, and iu that brief retrospec
tive glance she understood the meaning
and the earnestness of Sister . Scark-s's
entrea'y.
"Why, it's all kind of real nice and
jolly if you wasn't hurt," declared
Tommy, unable to express his enjoy
ment "of the pretty room and the
unusual fam'ly gathering any more
ch-arly.
Tears gathered in the mother's eyes,
but she had foun I her clue and she
meant to follow it. She had ample
t'ru'j for thought in the days that fol
lowed, when she was only able to sew a
little now and then on garments for
Tim, or look over seeds for Nealie' s
vino-planting: and slowly but surely
she learned her lesson, and brought it
back to health with her to gather life's
pleasantness as God sends his sunshine
day by day. Pacific Evangel.
SKATING.
The Distinction He t ween Skating On the
lee and Jn the Kink.
Skating on rollers round and round a
rink is one th ng; skating on the ice,
over a long, straig'it-away course, un
der cliffs, pa t meadows, among hTls,
is quite another. The relation of the
former to the latter is the same that
shooting at clay-pigeons bears to quail
hunting in the stubble. In the one case
we find pleasure in dexterity; in the
oth r we get near to nature and catch
the spirit of adventure.
Tho writer never had but one thor
oughly satisfactory skating experience
in his l.fe. It occurred on the Kentucky
River. He was one of a party of ten,
all young enough, to be lively, all old
enough to appreciate the rare condi
tions. The river wa struck where a
break in the blurt's gave an easy descent
to the ice the objective point (and it
is always well to have an objective
poii t in life, whether one is kating.
soldiering or sermonizing), seven miles
away. The sky was gray; just a
thought of snow m the a"r; the
wind with us; the scenery rugged
and picturesque. Here was felic ty
unmixed! We seemed to sink into the
embrace of nature. The region was as
wi'.d to the view as when Daniel Boone
tir.-t looked upqn it. We gazed down
the perspective of the valleys, that oc
casional 13 opened as we swept out of
one defile into another, half-exr ecting
to see a village of Wigwams in the dis
tance. There was a charm in every
foot of the landscape which, like a vast
pano.-ama, swept behind us a we flew.
But th charms were those that hold us
irresistibly when we contemplate the
"deep sol tude-." of nature, profoundly
sensitive of the august majesty of the
Creator's own handiwork. We began
with a whoop; but, as the true senti
ment of the scene touched our souls,
we prew subdued by the environing
grandeur, the pace conform ng to the
general mood, and it was not until
there was a sudden realization that the
goal was near that the wild halloo of
the foremost, h mself abruptly aroused,
awoke tl e spirit of frolic.
If skating were only attractive under
these circumstances there would .be few
skaters in the world; but the same up
lifting experience may bo attained in
other ways and at all scasous. The
busy American needs the suggestive
diversion that sport in the open ar
g ves whether it be skating, bicycling,
hunting, fishing or tours afoot. And
he needs to open his soul to the senti
ment of tho past roe. To play merefy
to perfunctor ly acquiesce in a physi
c an's prescription, is not the doctor's
intention. We should learn to enjoy
hunting quite as much because we go
to the hills and fie'ds as for the oppor
tunity to tiil a game-bag. Skatmg in
a rink, shooting at a target under
cov er, or rac ng against time around the
tan-bark circle, are well enough in
their way. but the better thing is to go
a-sporting where tho eye can discover
a 'distant horizon. The anise-bag has
its proper use in default of the fox.
That there is, at the present time, a
popular tendency to play out-of-doors
is very evident, notwithstanding the
fervor with which some in-door -pastimes
are held. It is giving, as has
been noted by intelligent ob'ervers a
grateful element to American litera
ture, and is awakening in the Ameri
can youth an ardor in the pursuit of
these healthful pleasures which are
only to be found where Nature main
tains something of her original condi
tions. It wis not many years ago
when there were but comparatively few
resorts f r tli summer-tourist in quest
of an idling-place. Now they abound
everywhere. The reason lies in the
fact that people no longer, as a rule,
desire to go With the crowd, but prefer
the .-niall groups in tho places to
which the noisi of commerce does not
reach, and where the beat of Nature's
heart can be heard. G. C. Matthews,
in Chicago Current.
According to Dr. Dolan's work on
nydrophobia, physicians may convey to
their patients a reasonable hope of al
most perfect immunity from the dis
ease after three months have elapsed'
from the time the bite was inflicted.
The danger is thought to be lessened
with everv month that passes, "so that
after a year the physician may afford a
S'Mentdic certainty of the patient's re
covery.'' Absolute quietude, or "se
dation." and the use of the Turkish
bat.i, are the measures chiefly recom
mended as oreventive treatment. N.
Y. I'o.-t.
"HANDS UP."
A Condition Tending to Make One Anxious
and Uncomfortable.
I don't know o anything that makes
a modest, retiring m m feel more un
comfortable than to sit in a railway
train, holding up both hands, while i.i
front of him stands a fellow that loois
like a hurriedly arranged Mephisto
pheles in a tramp Faust company, lev
eling a six-shooter whose muzzle seems
to open like the mouth of a hungry caf.
fish. A man may have fought duels anc'
may have the "reputation of being as
firm as the architecture of Themistoele,s;
but when au ungainly citizen, wearing
8 mask, throws tip a revolver and says:
'What time did oi say it was?" he
will not 'repeat an o'd joke and reply:
"Same time it 'twas t!vs time yester
day,", but hands his watch to the dem
onstrative stranger. This is not surmise
with me. I arj;u from a foundation of
truth, plastered with the cement of ex
perience. 1 was a passenger on the
raihfV train recently robbed near
Little "lloek. Ju-t before leaving Pine
Biu!t", a friend came to me and said:
I wish you would take my watch up
to the city "and leave it with a jeweler.
It stopped the other day and I think
there must be something the matter
with it; indigestion, probably."
Of course I consented, desiring to ac
commodate my friend, as I didn't owe
him anything." I put the dyspeptic time
killer iii my valise, but after the train
started, fearing that some one might
mistake my luggage for his own, I took
the watch but and wore it, not without
a slight thrill of pleasure as the gold
chain caught the rays of the lamp over
head.
When within a short distance of Littla
Rock, the train suddenly stopped. The
rapid firing of pistols without seemed fo
assure the passengers that tax collectors
were in the neighborhood, for eveny on
began to show signs of uneasiness, but
before we had time to engage in those
little speculations and humorous re
marks which frequently delight an ap
preciative company, a very tall fellow,
followed by several companions, en
tered the car and made a remark which
I understood to mean "hands up."
The passengers readily accepted my
interpretation of the remark, and fol
lowing my example, held up their
hands. I felt sorry for one poor fellow.
He only had one arm with him at the
time, and his piteous implorations that
somebody would lend him another hand
for a few moments were quite enough
to have moved a gall of flint. The
Captain of the gang was very gentle
manly, and doubtless tore my vest by
mistake while taking off the valuable
watch which the Pine Bluff man hacWn
trusted to my keeping.
"Look here.William the Kid, or what
ever your name may be on the present
occasion," said I, ""this watch does not
belong to me. I am only taking it up
to town for a friend. It won't run, so
wait until it is repaired."
I looked arotKid to see if the audience
were applauding my presence of mind
and determination to be facetious. No
one smiled, but an old man who was so
fat that he filled one seat and bulged
over on another, groaned and said:
"Wonder why some fellow don't shoot
that fool."
"Not your watch, eh?" said the leader,
tugging at the chain.
"No. sir: belongs to Colonel Met. L.
Jones, of Pine Bluff."
"That so? Why, I am glad to know
it. Colonel Jones is a friend of mine
and I am sure he made a mistake in
letting you.take it. There now, it's all
right'
;Look hear, boss," said an old negro
who was being searched, "mebbe yer
doan know it am ergin de law ter ack
like yerse'f is er doin'. l'se dun had
all my property made ober in de name
o' my wile, tan1 yer ain't got no right
ter take er lady's property dis er way.
I doan mine seein'. er man 'posed on,
but when er persun 'poses on er lady,
w'y den I yas, sah, yas," as a pistol
barrel came up under his nose; "take
de ladjr's property, sah. Got no bus'nes
wid hit, nohow.""
When the robbers allowed the tram to
proceed, everybody got mad, and after
we were under way, one mau drew a
pistol and swore that no rooster in
America could rob him, and then
remembering that he had lost his watch,
added "again."
It makes no difference how cool and
frosty a man's temperament may be, it
i3 quite difficult for him to keep from
feeling anxious and uncomfortable when
a burly fellow levels a pistol and says:
"Throw up j our bauds. ' Opie P. Head,
in -V. 1'. Mercury.
PAID THE DEBT.
2fever So Good a Time as Now to Dis
charge Obligations.
The following true incident was pub
lished by the local papers years ago, but
being true, and having been crushed to
earth, rises again:
In Van Buren there once lived an old
gentleman of the name of John Bostick.
He kept a hotel and was also proprietor
of a blacksmith shop. A well-known
minister. Rev. Mr. Buchanan, who al
ways put up with Bost:ck, met the hotel
man on the street one day, after having
staid all night with him, and said:
"Well. Uncle John, how much do I
owe you?"
"Owe me for what, Brother Buck?"
"Why, you know I have staid all
night with you."
"Yes, Brother Buck, but you know
that I never charge preachers."
"I know that. Uncle John, but I had
my horse shod."
"Brother Buck, I never charge a
preacher for shoeing his horse."
"I don't want work done for nothing."
said the preacher.
"Well, Brother Buck, just remember
me in your pravers."
"All right. Uncle John, but as I have
always adhered to the rule of never
leaving a place ia debt, get down on"
your knees and we'll hive prayers right
now."
The two men knelt on the sidewalk
an I the debt wa paid. Arkansaw
T- iveter.
rih'ianion cuke: When the sponge
of yes! .-jke is ready to knead take a
portion f nd roll out three-fourths of
an indi thliK put thin slices of butter
on the top, sprinkle with cinnamon and
sngar; let it well, tVan bake. Th
EauseJiol'l.
1
Disappearance of the "Naming" autl Court
Mart lal Ungbears.
The collapse of a bugbear is an event.
Few American children come to mail's
or woman's estate without experiencing,
a thrill of pleasure at the discovery that
some terror to which they have been
paying the homage of fear for years is
a pure creature of the imagination, in
vented for their express benefit. It may
be the comparatively innocuous "snnd
man." whose worst fear is putt: op; jid
in their eyes to drive them all too' iy
to bed; or it may be the grim oMin. of
an hundred names and ten trnc; as
many shapes whose predicted c-omiug to
swallow or otherwise destroy has sub
dued their wildest tempests of infantile
rage and sent them cowering to the
nurse's arms or some other hiding
place. Whatever it is. soon or late its
narmlessness er non-existence is discov
ered and " the disenthralled young.tr
revels in a joyful sense of" freedom
j which few experiences of after-lift par
I allel or approach.
I There are grown up bugbears, how
ever, before wh:eh the adult world trem
bles as unhappily ns the child does be
fore those invented for his repression.
There have been two, in particular,
which have long enjoyed dominion;
and by a singular coincidence they have
both fallen from their high estate in the
f ame week almost on the same day.
One of them was the awful bugbear
which had done duty for generations in
the British Parliament, the awful bug
bear of being "named" by the Speaker.
It. was a remarkable illustration of the
power which an unknown terror pos
sesses. Nobody within the recollection
of any human being now living ever
was "named" by the Speaker. Nobody
ever had the slightest idea what tho
consequences would be of being
"named." But for this very reason the
oare threat 01 a rqoaker to "name a
member has always leen sufficient to
reduce the most turbulent to subjection.
The effect not being defined, the imagi
nation pictured the threat as full of all
the direst possibilities from the
anathema maranatha to annihilation:
and no one, consequently, dared to
brave the operation. Hut during the
past week a venturesome Irish member
what will not an Irishman venture?
drove the maddened Speaker into
'putting out the ,enerable bugbear and
actually naming the member. For a
moment the House held its breath with
a feeling that chaos might po-sibly be
coming. Then, as nothing happened,
they began to inquire what "naming"
actually amounted to. only to find that
it simply involved suspension from the
floor for a week. Ami the venerable
bugbear was dead past all hope of
resurrection.
About the same time, on the other
side of the ocean, in the laud of the
free. etc. (see patriotic songs), another
venerable bugbear yielded up the ghost.
Like its British cousin it had held its
place for generations, exercising chief
s ay over the men-at-arms who serve
their country on the tented field and
occasionally " in office at Washington.
It was the bugbear called court-martial.
For untold years it had been held tin
before the military eye as a frightful,
awesome contingency which must on no
account be dared. Hut in an evil hour
a court-martial was actually called in
the case of Judge Advocate General
Swa'm and by the time the proceedings
were brought to a close the time-honored
bugbear had ceased to be service
able. It will le trotted out again, per
haps, with its tattered garments patched
and its hideous lineaments outlined in
ghastly colors. Hut its power, to in
spire terror is gone forever. While it
was a vague and indefinable horror
which might mean anything, the soldier
shr ink from it with a tremor which no
belching battery or shower of leaden
rain and iron hail had power to produce.
Now that he knows it means only half
pay and no work he can no longer be
affrighted with it.
, The British loss we can not regret,
for it does not affect us; but it really is
a pity that a good working bugbear like
the court-martial should be suddenly
and hopelessly dethroned. The worst
of it is we have nothing to replace it.
There is the "reprimand." it is true,
which has often done good service in
the bugbear line, and the efficiency of
which is not wholly destroyed. There
is fear, however, that in the reckless
ness engendered by the discovery that
"naming" a member of Parliament is
not equivalent to a death warrant and
that a court-martial is rather a pleasant
picnic, some one may compel the "rep
rimand" also to show its colors. And
the minute it does that it, too, is doomed.
Detroit Free J'res.i.
THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT.
Opinion of Colonel Ca.cy, the Kng'nerr, s
lo Its stability.
Colonel C.v-oy. the engineer, says: "I
do not suppose it possible for man to
t . . . t r
make anything mat Wiiienuure iorevcr.
There is no substance in nature that
will withstand the ravages of time, and
the marble and granite of which that
phaft is composed are no exception to
the rule. I bolievo it will stand as long
as there is anything left of it. How
many hundreds or thousands tf years It
will take the frost and storm and sun to
wear away, particle by particle, that
great mass of stone, it would be idle
even to conjecture. It will be so far in
the future that I do not think there is
any occasion for us to feci distressing
apprehensions Yet 1 believe thatif the
worltl and this nation shall endure so
long, the memory of Washington will
outlive the monument. That can not
be forgotten while wo exist as a
people; but the people must sometime
yield to decay. The effects of time are
already discernible on the old section
of the shaft, built thirty-live years ago.
True, it is only slight, but "you can
plainly see it here and there oa the ex
ternal surface. It only enables us to
imagine what will be the result of the
beating and scorching of the elements
through centuries" of time. Of course
no engineering skill can provide pgainst
the contingency of earthquakes or other
extraordinary "convulsions of uature,
but I am absolute in the belief that the
broad and deep foundation on which
the column stands will be firm and en
during, and that years will only make
more perfect its stability. Cor. Cleve
land Herald.
COLLAPSED.
THE -DATOORA.
Teeuliar and llMtngerous Propri'tle of an
, Indian Herb.
One of the most common plants by
ditch-side or cactus-hedge is the datoora,
with its large white flower, and leaves
resembling the hollyhock, and now well
known as a valuable medicino for
asthma, for which its leaves are used in
the shape of cigars or "tobacco." The
seeds, on the other hand, are a subtle
and powerful poison, in small quantities
causing temporary insanity, and in
large, either permanent injury to the
brain, or death. By an acchlent, I be
came aware of the jiecultar properties
of the datoora. A robbery occurred in
a neighboring village, and an alarm
spread that this had been effected
tliTbugh the agency of datoora-poison-ing
by an organized gang of robber
poisoners. It seemed the gang had put
up at the viiliigc t ho uight oefore in the
guise of traveler, anu succeeded in
getting 011 friepdly terms with one of
the wealthiest families there, whom
they entertained to a feast of sweet
meats the only eatable in which
different castes may join. As night ad
vanced the family allowed them to put
u)i in their veranda: and when the village
was sunk in sleep, the effects of the roi-
! solicit sweetmeats gradually placed the
house and all it contained at the mercy
I of the ro'oler. Next morning, when
j the hue and cry arose in the village, and
j native inspectors, thanvahdnrs and con
j stables had arrive I from far and near
j to investigate the case and to turn to
! what nrolit they could the onnortunifv
they found the family of eight lying
helplessly and dangerously ill, scrai
kliotic, and unconscious of what had
occurred or was going on around them.
The house had lecn ransacked, and
monev dug out of the ground (the na-
! tives" purse) amounting to about thirty
j thousa d rupees: and the suspicion of
datoora-poisouiug was confirmed. No
j trace of the gang could be found, in
i spite of the official raids made by the
j jwdieo, and the levy of blackmail on
j those who could afford to "pay" to es
j cape .xup:cion. The family gradually
: recovered to lind themselves almo-t
j penniless, the timn they had been under
; tho po'son being a blank to them.
I A ad ease of datoora-poisoning oc
; eurred some time af.er this. My gar
I dener's ch'M. a tine little fellow of two
j years, whom I had often seen in the
j garden, had swallowed a few datoora
j seeds while plaving with somo children
j by the roadilo. This was firt siis
i pected by his parents from some of the
feds being found in Jus hand: and
nfier bHng taken home the fatal result
too oon confirmed their fears. From
being in perfect hoaltfc, in a few hours
he was a memory of the past: and one
the saddest 'ghts was the. distracted
grief of the parents for their only son.
Sadder if anything was the fact of the
lvty being kept for three days in the
hot weather muter the shade of a large
sacrificial banyan tree close by, covered
only wilh a light cloth and some leaves,
wa'f'ng till the injinohdar of the ncar-
1 c-( si at ion could find leisure to come
and report on it before burial, while the
mother was rushing off at all hour of
he night and day to take another look
at her dead child. Chambers' Journal.
ORIENTAL BRASS WORK.
The New Made tv Men. and the Repair
ing hj I)amaetift Women.
The trays usually called Algerine are
always beaten out on thin brass, are not
useful in a domestic sense, being apt to
"wobble" when a weight is carried on
them, but their color being peculiarly
golden, as decorations they are perfect.
They arc ornamented with man' pointed
stars or varieties of the double triangle.
They generally present a mosque, often
a ship, a crescent and star, or one of
the varieties of the conventional sign
known as the hand of Mahomet. They
are never made now in Algiers: the
only brass work known there resembles
that from Tangiers patterns cut out in
low relief. Some very handsome trays
of this lattersorl can 1m purchased, and
inscriptions of mottoes made to order:
they are more expensive than the oth
ers Women aim children in Damas
cus are much employed in restaniping
old trays from which patterns have be
come effaced by long use this being
probably not thought such important
work as the making new ones, a tak
reserved for men.
Thus I have seen an old Ven't:an
platter preserving the familiar twNted
rope and emb ossed center, but with afl
the rest of the surface inc!sel in flat
Damascus work: the conventional loz
enge could st 11 be seen at the back.
Th's was a mo-t unnecessary waste of
labor on the part of the Damascus
workmen, as Venetian platters, though
riddled with holes like a sieve when hold
up to the light, are still cherished as
priceless bits of color. The inscriptions
on Vonet'an platlers are unfortunately
often (like those on Eastern work) so
degraded as to be incomprehensible
even to the experts of the Uriti-h Mu
seum. London Queen.
The be.-t State for an artist, Colo
rado; for a doctor. Md.; for pigs, Ponn.;
for miners. Ore.; for dogs, Ky. ; for a
poor marksman. Miss.; for Arabs, Ala.;
for those unable to pay, ().; for a flood.
Ark. The State one is apt to like best
Mo. The worst State for health 111.
A State worth more than nine Sta'os
put together Tenn.
The Almighty has done much for
us, giving us a prolific soil, rich min
erals, a temperate climate, and every
advantage at our very doors except
population to develop our resources, and
money to enable it to do so. These two
essentials we need, and we need them
badly. --Mobile iW titer. .
The language of letter seals is the
latest. A seal of pink wax means con
gratulation; one of black, condolence:
of bine, love: of purple, friendship; of
red, business; and an invitation to a
wedding or other festivity is sealed with
white wax. Chicago Inter Orcan.
The highest price which Meissonier
ever obtab?d for a painting w.i3 870,
000, paid bTM. Secretan for "1814." The
highest-priced Meissonier in this coun
try cost the late A. T. Stewart $00,000.
Mr. Vanderbilt paid $40,000 for the
"Arrival at the Chateau." .V. Y. Mail.
- TEA AND COFFEE.
How the Beverage Should Be, Bnt Vaaall
Are Not, Prepared.
It is not every housewife who under
stands how to make really good, re
freshing tea, though some people con
sider it one of the moist easy things in
the world. Many recommend the use
of a metal tea-pot, in preference to
earthenware, contending that the flavor
of the tea can be more fully obtained.
For my own part, I decidedly prefer
china or earthenware, for the reason
that they can be kept so very much
sweeter and cleaner than metal. If
those who have their tea made every
day in a metal tea-pot will just examine
the inside, I fancy they will find it very
much discoloredr and anything but in
viting looking. It will often be found,
too, that it sends forth an unpleasant
odor, very different from tho sweet,-refreshing
smell when we lift tho lid of
an earthenware pot. Strict cleanliness
in nil that we eat or drink, is an im
portant subject.
The water with which the tea has to
be made ought always to be just freshly
boiled. If, as I have seen done in some
kitchens, the kettle is allowed to remain
boiling for half an hour before it is re
quired, the full, rich flavor of the tea
will never be obtained. If the water, is
very bard, a smalj pinch of soda should
be put into the tea-ot with the- tea.
The tea must on no account be brewed
before the wafer boils, or the result will
be as unsatisfactory as having it boiled
too long.
'Unless the kcttl bolllnj? be,
Filling the tea-pot, spoils the tea."
Before making the tea, pour about half
a pint of scalding -hot water into the
teapot, and let it stand for a minute or
two, until the tea-pot is thoroughly
heated through; then empty it out and
immediately put in the tea. Put on the
lid and let it remain a minute till the
tea gets quite hot, then pour in tho
boiling water. Set the tea-pot on the
stove, where it will keep hot. but on no
account boil; or, better still, put it un
der a cosy for five or ten minutes, when
it will be ready for use.
A very safe rule as to the rjuantity of
tea required is the old-fashioned one,
one teaspoonful for each person and one
over for the tea-pot.
The plan which is adoptci by some
persons of letting the tea boil for a min
ute before using it does not take mv
fancy. It at once turns almost black
and bitter, and thus becomes anything
lut the refreshing, fragrant beveragj
which it ought to be.
If any tea is left after the meal is fin
ished do not let it be thrown away as
useless. Pourit out into a jug a pitcher?
Ens. to get cold; then add a few
drops of lemon juice, and it will be found
a most refreshing drink. .
Now about coffee. Some people pur
chase the berries raw, and have them
roasted at home; but this is not easily
done in an ordinary household, as a
proper apparatus is required. It Is
much loss troublesome, anL far more
satisfactory to buy tho belies ready
roasted from a first-rate dealer onu
who can be depended upon. The cof
fee should always bo ground at home,
because it soon loses its delicious aroma
if kept powdered. The requisite quan
tity of berries should be put into the
oven and allowed to,get hot, but on no
account burnt; then thev should be
ground while hot, immediately before
using. The berries must not be ground
too fine, or the coffee is apt to be rather
thick instead of perfectly clear. It
seems almost needless to say that tho
very best coffee should always be used,
because every housekeeper, of any prac
ticaj experience, knows full well that
the best of everything always proves
the cheapest and most economical in
the long run, if used with judicious care.
Coffee is best when made in a tin
cafetiere. Put the ground coffee upon
the perforated bottom of the upper com
partment, put the strainer on it and pour
boiling water in gradually. Coffee made
thus will bo clear, bright and full
flavored. If a cafetiere is not at hand then
tho best must be made of the ordinary
coffee-pot. Fix a piece of muslin very
loosely over the top of the coffee-pot, so
as to hang a little way down in the in
side, in the form of a bag; into this
muslin put the proper quantity of ground
coffee, pour the boiling water very slowly
upon It. When it is all drained through
give the bag a gentle squeeze, to get nil
the good possible out of it, then remove
it from the coffee-pot; the coffee is now
ready for use; it requires no settling or
clearing, and should be sent to table at
hot as possible.
The quantity of coffee used must, of
course, bo determined by individual
tastes; but one thing is certain, if the
coffee is not strong the rich, fragrant
aroma is lost. There is still, remaining
in London, one of the real, old-fashioned
coffee-houses, where, my husband tolls
me, the best coffee in tho land is always
to be had. They roast the berries them
selves, grind them hot, and make the
coffee very strong, almost black; boiling
milk, as well as cold, is always served
with the coffee, and this entirely removes
atry harshness which might be experi
enced, if only cold milk were ucd.
They just about half fill the cup with
coffee, thus leaving room for plenty of
milk, which is always a very great im
provement, making the coffee taste po
mellow and rich. The milk for coffee
should always be used hot.
I do not see any reason why this
method of making coffee, with the ex
ception of roasting the berries, should
not be carried "out in everv household
where coffeeJs used. Even if the trouble
were ever so much, I would rather un
dertake it than let my husband think he
got better coffee anywhere else than in
his own home. Aunt Chloe, in Country
Gentleman.' 7
We have a friend in Oneonta of tho
legal profession who is the father of a
bright boy of six summers. In attend
ing a funeral recently he took this lad
with him. During tlie early part of tho
service the boy maintained a proper de
corum, but toward U10 close he grew
restless and wished to speak to hi
father, who whispered with some stern
ness in his car: "You must keep quiet."
"Just let me speak one word to you.
papa, and I will." "Wtll. what is itP"
There are twenty-one bald-headed men
in the room besides yourself." Cvopcrs
totcn (N. Y.) Freeman's Journal.