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TO
One word ia too oft n profaned
For me to profnne it ;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it ;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother.
And pity trim tbee more dear
Thau love from another.
I may give not what men call lova,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the heaveus reject not ?
The deaire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion of something afar.
From the sphere of our sorrow.
hum i:- o.ui.vci.
Shelley.
L( EBEN E.BE1FOCD.
Home holds sucn tender meUiOries !
The wanderer dreams of it, and sees
The hearth round which, in other days.
The household tjathertd. and once more
He treads the old, familiar ways
And enters at the open door.
He sees the thing lie used to see
In one swift glunce, but lingers not ;
Home holds the sweetest memory
For him, cf any earthly upot.
He turns to where his mother sits
Beside the window, as she knits
Her thoughts in with her stitches gray.
And " mother !" cries the wanderer then,
" Your boy's come back to you to-day
And wauts a mother's kiss again !"
What rapture kindles in her eyes !
Her tender face is all aglow I
Oh ! can it be my boy?" she cries,
" The boy that mother misses so."
Her kiss is on his lips again.
She folds him to her faithful breast;
Ah ! though her boys have grown to men
There's room for him and all the rest.
Oh, mother-love so true, so deep !
lhe hearts of mothers always keep
A warm place for each child whose eyes
Havo made them dream of Paradise.
The years may come and years ma.y go,
Gold-locks or brown be hid in snow.
And cheeks be white where rose-tints shone ;
But, young and fair, or older grown
The mother in her heart will hold
A love that never can grow old.
From tho French of Henry Grevillo.
NIKITA, THE MISER.
Nikita Ylassiefi was bora in tho reign
of Catherine of Eussia, who died in
179G, but his memory went no further
back than the war of 1812. The Russian
peasant has very little memory for past
events, unless indeed he gives up farm
labor, and expands his intelligence by
trading.
"What jiossible reminis?nses can a man
have who never saw any change except
the changes of tho seasons, for whom all
other things remain tho same as they
were on the day he was born ?
There are, however, two dates which
have made a deep impression on the Rus
sian peasant's mind ; one is February 9,
(1'.), lvSGl, the date of the emancipation
of tho serfs throughout the empire, tho
other is 1812, tho date of the French in
vasion. Nikita was a serf on a very large estate
Gc'.Tr ip, of Smolensk. His
life till IS 12 had been passed in the usual
monotony. He had been married, had
half a dozen children, had lost three
of them ; his stalwart form was getting
somewhat bowed by scanty food, and by
hard labor he paid his dues regularly to
Ins master in days' work or in kind, and
got tipsy no oftener than his neighbors,
when a rumor got abroad that the Mus
selruen were al tacking Holy liussia.
By "Musselmen" the Iiussian peas
ants meant "all foreigners," at that day,
and even now iu distant provinces of the
empire it is more than likely that he still
calls every stranger a Mussehnan or
pagan, so strong is the impression left
by three centuries of struggle with the
Turks upon the national memory. No
newspaper ever circulated on tho estate
of a great proprietor why should it?
since nobody on the estate could read ex
cept the proprietor himself, the parish
priest, or the family chaplain.
13ut love of counJry needs no book
learning to nourish it. When news
came of the French invasion, every crea
ture who could carry arms shouldered
his scythe, his fork, or pickaxe, and
made ready for the enemy.
Tho route of the advancing host did
not pass near Nikita's village, the inhab
itants of which growled at the- disap
pointment, and sullenly waited for their
turn. Uiev had not long to wait
When the first snow came the French
army was in full retreat from Moscow,'
and this time tho line of march was not
so well preserved. Tho main bodv in
deed followed its route, but many a col
umn lost its wa3', and so surely as any
parry attempted a short cut it never re
joined its regiment.
Tho peasauts had laid plans how they
would hide in ambush, m woods, ravines,
and brushwood, to defend their countrv.
The country vmnted no defending now,
but they were eager .to avenge her.
Forty years later Nikita, who had for
gotten the incidents of his wedding, and
tho ages of his children, distinctly recol
leeted all that happened at that day.
" I came down on them," he wonld
growl under his breath, with his grey
bleary eyes lighted up with the recollec
tion. " the pagan dogs, who came to at
tack our country! But we got rid of
them. At first wo cut them off with
picks, and sevthes. and axes, but after
wards we killed them with their dead
men's guns. J had never seen a gun till
then, but I soon learnt how to shoot one,
and when all who could run had run
away, we buried the rest of them. Hi !
but there were lots of guns, and swords,
and knajisacks, and everything ! . We
loaded carts full of them. We sold them
in the towns and shared the money.
Hadn't I money at that time? hadn't I
though ? I never thought there was so
much money in the world as I saw then."
The proverb says, "ill-gotten gains will
never prosper."" Nikita prospered how
ever in a small way; and it may be ques
tioned whether arms and munitions
stolen from invaders on their retreat
can be justly considered " ill-gotten."
This is a matter that we leave to moral
istsperhaps it will be solved only at
the Last Judgment.
Nikita's fortune, however, was not that
of a millionaire. He bought two cows,
and, with the money made bv butter, in
troduced into his village the'use of pins,
and tiny looking glasses, and other sim
ilar wares, reddling these knicknacks
from town to hamlet, and frpm hamlet
to town, he accumulated a good deal of
latent rheumatism, brought on a slight
stroke of paralysis, and scraped together
in all about twenty-five silver roubles ;
the silver rouble' being equal to one
dollar.
A commercial crisis swept over Rus
sia in those days, taking its revenge on
capital and accumulation, but it did no
damage to the capital of Nikita, for his
was in hard cash and not in paper.
When he found himself possessed of
twenty-five silver roubles, all in small
silver or copper coins, which he had tied
in an old rag, and hid in a hole in tho
Avail, he grew full of anxiety about their
future safety.
A peasant family in Russia lives like
the Esquimaux, in one hut, containing
only one large room, sometimes divided
by a thin partition. Generation after
generation inhabits tho same cabin ;
grandparents, aunts, uncles, fathers,
mothers, brothers, sisters, infants and
little children sleep at night cn top of
the enormous stove, which occupies the
centre of the room, enclosed in abrickr
work, and standing a couple of feet or so
from the ground. In Summer they re
pose on wooden benches which stand
round the chamber. Occasionally on,
very hot nights some of them go and
sleep upon the haymow ; but this is a
raro piece of self-indulgence. In the
first place the Russian peasant always
dreads a draught ; in the next the hay
lofts are filled full after hay-harvest, be
sides which animals always dislike hay
that a man has lain upon, and a mer
chantable crop is too precioii3 to have
anything subtracted from its value.
So Nikita did not feel comfortable
about his roubles. The two sons and
the daughter who lived with him had a
whole hive of children. It was proba
ble, he thought, that some of them might
one day come upon his hiding place, and
then small copper coins would disappear,
and after that some of the silver, and
by-and-by he might come to look for it
and find it gone.
lhe old man at last resolved to make
one more journey to the-nearest city,
lie borrowed the cart and horse of his
oldest son, put on hi3 Sunday sheepskin,
was absent all one night, and the next
day returned home again, in gay spirits.
and a little tipsy, with his hand pressed
tight against his chest, an attitude unu
sual with him before.
" Ah, my little chicks," ho cried, "my
twenty-five roubles have all turned into
a bit of paper ! A beautiful bit of lilac
paper, sewed up in a little parcel.
Crranddaddy means to sleep with it ev
ery night, look you ! and you know he
always sleeps with one eye open. Ah,
ah, you young rogues, it is all safe! No
more picking and stealing !"
lhe little ones who very probably had
found out his old rag, and may have
filched an occasional copper from his
store, did not appear to share his ex
treme hilarity, whereupon he kicked
several of them, pulled tho two young
est by the ears, and lay down upon the
stove to sleep off both his liquor and his
excitement on the occasion.
From that time forth the old man
never did a stroke of work, but sat
basking in the sunshine, while every
body round him toiled from morning to
night.
"It's your turn now," he said between
h:s teeth, when he saw his household co-
ing forth to labor for their master, "I've
paid all he can ask of me. I've made
my fortune. I've brought you into the
world, and fed you till you grew to
be men and women. Now take care of
the old man. When you are old your
children will have to look after you."
When they were gone, the old fellow
wov.lldraw out of his bosom the cal
ico bag which contained tho batik-note.
He would turn it ovr and over, smell
it, make the paper cracklo between his
fingers and thumbs.
One day a sudden terror seized
upon him. He ran and got a sharp
pointed knife, came back into the sun
before the cabin, and began to cut the
stitches of his little parcel. A dread
ful arprehension had arisen in his mind
Suppose that by witchcraft the lilac
paper should have lost its value? Sup-
pose someoouy nai cnangea ic lor a
piece of plain, white, vulgar, useless
paper?
His hands trembled so much that he
could not manage the knife properly.
He cut himself and threw it down, and
used his teeth to tear away the stitches.
His eyes glistened with excitement as he
undid the precious folds, lhere it lay
It was still lilac still his bank note.
It was worth twenty-five silver roubles
still.
Nikita smoothed it lovingly. He held
it up to the sun, looked at the light
throuerh it. marked out the outline of
the water-mark (the double-headed
easrle) with his finger, and then, as if
intoxicated by the sight of his wealth
and moved to physical complacency by
the warmth of the spring day, he went
to whispering loving words on it,
patting it and blessing it as if it were a
child.
A shadow came between him and the
sun. Nikita raised Ins neacl witn a
start of consternation, but when his an
crv eves rested on the intruder, their
expression became less fierce. He pull
ed off his cap, and rose to greet his pas
tor.
" Are vou not ashamed, Nikita, '
said the priest, "tobe so fond of money?
Ynnr children are working themselves
to death for want of a second horse, and
there you have, sewed up in a bag,
mncli more than enough tobuy one.
"My sons have got to work for their
own horse, parson, repiieu ih.ua
"and it is only right they should.
worked in my time and nobody gave
mA a horse. Besides a horse may die
and then what becomes of my money?"
"Well von miffht lav it out in some
thing else," replied the pastor.
Father .Takim was an excellent man,
mVoti tn speculative investiga
tions and discoveries. He was very fond
of making his parishioners talk, to find
oaiioQmM "what men had hidden
'n tl.cn" emils "
"You never gave a taper to the Holy
T"I.nrir Tinr tn TOUT patron saint," he
said. " Do you expect them at the day
rt inmnont tr mnke intercession for
J L. J U V AAA W U V
you?"
"Flenty of time to provide for that,''
replied Nikita.
"Time!" cried the priest, " what do
you meau by time, j-ou hoary sinner?
You are on the grave's verge."
' "No, not so bad as that, good father.
I am perfectly well at present," said
Nikita.
"Old man, how old are you?"
"I don't know, your reverence."
"How old were vou in 1812?"
"About thirty.""
"Well, thn, you must be hard upon
seventy years old, and you talk about
having plenty of time before you! Repent
of your sins now, while now God is
pleased to spare you."
" All right. I will repent father."
"And about those tapers?"
"All right, too. I'll attend to theni.
riease give me your blessing, father."
He knew the good priest's blessing
would cost nothing, otherwise tho old
rascal would have dispensed with the ben
diction. The pastor gave it him, how
ever, and went away, amused by this
peep at the queer weaknesses of human
nature.
A fortnight after (Nikita had done
nothing about the tapers) his son's
horse justified the expression he had
expressed concerning horseflesh as an
investment, for it died, as it had lived,
in the cart, engaged in its daily labor.
This was a great misfortune to the
whole family. A horse is as important
as the shirt on his back to the Russian
serf. Tho fields in Russia lie fallow
three years out of four, and the great
distance things have to bo carried
upon these enormous farms make a
horso absolutely necessary, even if the
peasant and his family have to live on
one meal a day for a year to pay for it.
Nikita's sons determined to implore
their father to lend them money enough
to buy a horse. Horses are not dear in
Russia. Before the Crimean war a very
good little work-horse might be bought
for twelve or fifteen roubles.
On Suiday when they all came home
from church, before sitting dowu to
table, the brothers threw themselves
at tneir latncrs leet, ana Holding up
their hands, they both cried, "Give us
blessing!
Nikita auietly waited the request that
would follow this preamble.
"You know our horso is
dead," said
the elder.
"WTe cannot afford to buy another,"
said tho younger.
les, said Nikita. " Trovidence
seems to have been very hard on you.
We are told that the Lord chastens those
he loves."
"Lend us the money to buy a horse!"
cried the elder.
"We will all pray God to bless vou,
forever and ever!" cried the younger.
The whole family, women, children and
infants, who were standing by, now fell
upon their knees before the head of tho
family.
The old man put his hand inside his
shirt, and patted the little bag hung
round his neck bv a string.
"May the Lord take pity on 3'ou," he
said; "I can do nothing for you."
"Oh, father, our protector, our bene
factor, our dear father!" they all cried,
in that note of supplication, which rises
a full Qptave higher than the highest
note of the greatest tenor, "help us;
take pity on U9!"
AY ith a gesture they could all under
stand, Nikita stopped his ears. The
supplication ceased. .
"There are Jews," said the old man;
"you must borrow."
He sat down at the table; and no one
saia anotuer word, lor a lvussian s res
pect for the head of his family is so
great that no one dared to push petition
or remonstrance further, nor did any
one even dream of stealing his little
property. Most likely his sons called
him, behind his back, Old Nick, dog-in-the-manger,
and whatever else is
Russian for expressions of that kind,
but no one was wanting for a moment
in deferential consideration.
They went to a Jew. Nikita eaid truly,
"There are plenty of Jews in Russia."
There are plenty there and elsewhere.
The best portion of the poor peasant's
earnings finds its way into the clutches
of the Jews.
A new horse filled the old stall in the
stable, and things went on as before,
excepting that the economy of the fam
ily was more severe than ever. Nikita,
however, insisted upon having ail the
comforts he was accustomed to.
'It was not my fault," he observed,
"that the horse died. I want my kvass
and my tea, as I have always had."
His daughter gave it to him eating
less and toiling more. But it was not
she who fell ill. Foetical justice does
take place sometimes; it was Nikita.
One evening he remained too long
after the sunset on the bank of the river.
He had a high fever in the night, and a
severe chill the next day, when he lay
on the top of the enormous stove, shiv
ering under a great pile of cloaks and
sheepskins. Two or three days passed.
He got no better. Now and then he
asked for drink in a hoarse voice, when
the little grandson, left to wait on him,
would give him the kvass jug. The sick
man would eagerly drink the sour bev
erage, and turning round without a
word of thanks, would go off into a doze
again.
The fourth day his condition began to
alarm the family. The Russian peasant
seldom takes much notice of the suffer
ings of any member of his household,
and very rarely any of his own. The
spirit of fatalism and unlimited resigna
tion, which is the most marked feature
in his character, leads him to look on
sickness and on death as disagreeable
but inevitable things, to be accepted
like a change of temperature, a storm of
wind or any other accident of the sea
sons. But" Nikita was the head of the
family. His life was more precions
than one of their own. His eldest son
proposed to him to bring the midwife.
Don't smile, O sons of cities! for the
world turns round. Our modern ques
tion about women doctors was practi
tically settled once upon a time; was
unsettled about one hundred years
since, and has now come up for recon
sideration. It is the midwife the
sage fenime who sets the broken bones,
binds up important wounds, gives sim
ple remedies for human nature's various
ills, in remote villages, not only in Rus
sia, but in mere civilized countries,
even at the present day.
"The devil take your midwife,"snarled
the sick man; "time enough to send for
her when I am dying."
"It is not so very far to the town,"
put in the second son at' length; "sup
pose we go and get the doctor."
Nikita hardly let him finish his sug
gestion before he flung a wooden bowl
which had contained some gruel at him.
Tho missile struck him on one side of
the head, and tho poor fellow stood half
stunned a'nd quite bewildered by the
effects of his kind words, as he wiped
some drops of the cold gruel from his
face with the sleeve of his jacket.
"The doctor! Yes, indeed! You must
be very anxious to see my precious
money pass into other hands my money
that I took such pains and care to scrape
together! You would not think of pay
ing the old thief for coming here to see
me? You would all of you come wail
ing about your poverty to me. and say
ing piteously, 'Father," we haven't got a
cent she cured you.' Deuce take you,
every one of you ! "
Nikita fell fell back as he said this,
and spoke not another word that day.
That night he was no belter. His
breathing was so difficult that the fami
ly got frightened. This time they sent
for the priest.
"Bah! he's not very sick," thought
Father Jakim, the moment he saw him.
ne drew near the stove, sat down
upon a stool, and spoke to the old sin
ner. "Nikita Vlassief," he said solemnlj-,
"I've come to see you, to speak of the
mercies of the Lord and his divine com
passion."
"Good evening, good evening,"
groAvled out the patient savagely.
"You are very sick, my poor old friend.
God has panished you at last. I told
you you were not laying uj friends for
yourelf when trouble was al hand. You
see what happens when we put off too
long."
"True, true," said Nikita, in a feeble
voice, "I have been a great sinner.
May God have mercy on me."
"Well make up for lost time now,
and, to show you ara in earnest, offer
some tall wax tapers to your patron
saint, and to Michael tho archangel, and
the Blessed Virgin."
Nikita's face grew grim. He kept
silence. The priest repressed a smile.
"Has anything gone wrong with you?"
he said, changing the subject to one
more acceptable to the sick man. "Who
has been worrying you?"
"All of them?" cried Nikita, shaking
his fist at his family. "They are all in
a plot to make me give up my money.
A little while ago that wretched horse
took it into his head to die; then this
morning they wanted to go and fetch
the doctor; and you, too, your reverence
excuse muf I speak it out you want
my money."
"Not for myself, but for the Church,"
said Father Jakim, gently.
"You or the Church, it's all the same
to me you want my money. I'll never
give it to you! You can have it when
I'm dead I'll have a handsome funeral,
and you can burn as many tapers as you
please! Do you hear that, you?" cried
lie, shaking hi3 clenched fist again at
his sons. "Even when I'm dead I'll
have it all. You shall not have a ho
peck of it when I'm gone."
"Gently, gently," said the clegvman.
"There is no use iu exciting yourself
when nobody contradicts you. Listen
to me. When you are dead, and Satan
has got hold of your poor soul, what
will be the use of burning tapers round
your coffin? Now is tho time to bring
forth fruits meet for repentance, to do
good works, to give of your abundanca
to the poor. You won't have far to go
to find them. Your family is far from
rich, you give them a gnat deal of
trouble, to say nothing of bad language
and cross words. Come! give them a
little of your money, and I'll say pray
ers for nothing for your soul."
"No!" cried Nikita,. "no! You can
pray for me after I'm dead, and my
money shall pay for it. But till then,
if you think I need your prayers you
will have to pray for nothing. I shan't
give you any of my money. I am
tired now, begone! Go away, all of
you!"
Kind hearted Father Jakim, thus dis
missed, went home, and passing into
the church prayed gratis for the sinner.
That night Nikita went out of his
mind. He fancied every one was after
his precious lilac bank note, and hurled
defiance at imaginary robbers. His
sons sent for Father Jakim, but the old
man could not recognize him.
"You shan't have it! You shan't have
it," he cried, in a piercing scream.
"No. I'd rather tear it up! I'd rather
throw it away."
And all of a sudden he seized the lit
tle parcel which hung round his neck.
and tearing at it with his teeth and
nails, got out the note. He put it into
his moutu, roneu ic rouna lor iiair a
minute with his tongue, and swallowed
it whole!
He came near choking, and called for
water. After drinking, he sprang upon
bis leet, witn iury in Ms eyes.
"Ha! ha!" he cried. "You'll never
get it now! I'll keep it safe. I've cir
cumvented you.
The family in utter consternation, did
not say a word. It had all taken place
so suddenly mat tne priest could hard
ly believe his eyes.
The delirium subsided before sunrise.
Nikita fell into a deep sleep with pro-
luse perspiration.
lhe priest went home to his own
house much troubled by what had hap
pened.
"It was lucky for those poor people
that I was there," he said. "If he ever
comes to himself the effect upon him
may be dreadful, and he wonld certainly
accuse them all of beincr robbers."
We should not like to affirm that
swallowing a twenty dollar note is a
certain cure for bilious fever, but in
this case the imperial lilac note worked
wonders. After sleeping quietly for
fourteen hours, Nikita awoke quite well
but very weak, having foi gotten all that
had taken place in his delirium.
For three days he did not find out the
dreadful loss that had befallen him.
His frightened family took good care
not to tell him that his precious lilac
paper was no more. But by degrees his
usual gestures and his usual thoughts
came back to him. He fingered the lit
tle bag that still hung round his neck,
and horror of horrors! there was
nothing there!
"The wretches! O the rascals!" he
cried furiously. "They havo robbed
me ! They have robbed me !"
They sent for the priestj who, after
detailing several times over what had
taken place in his presence, at last suc
ceeded in convincing the old man that
he had, Jiter'illy Jvl metaphorically.
swallowed up ms lortune.
"God ha? been pleased to punish you
for your hard-heartedness to your own
family," he said, for ho felt it was his
duty to speak plainly. "The rest of
your life mrst now be passed in pover
ty. Accept it, my poor fellow, as the
punishment of your pride. Receive
thankfully henceforth your daily bread
from the hands of those dutiful chil
dren you have treated so unkindly.
You will find your loss will make no
difference in their treatment. You have
"been always wrong in supposing they
had interested motives in being kind to
you. Repent of your uncharitableness,
and ask God to pardon you."
From that time forth, for mmy
weeks, Nikita never uttered a single
word;-he seemed to bo always in a kind
of stupor. They carried him daily into
the open air, for he was unable to, walk.
He would sit for hours in the sanshine
(it was then tho height of summer) pat
ting the little bag upon his beast,"not
seeming to notice anything around him.
He had a good arpetite, however, and
his strength returned. One day, by
the help of a 6taff, he crawled out bv
himself to his favorite seat in the sun
shine.
"Be off now, bo off, all of you! ' he
cried to his children and grandchildren.
Jie on and let me alone. I don t want
you any more. I am well now."
Ihese were the first words he had
spoken since his misfortune.
They thought he was all risht aauin.
and went their ways, for it was harvest
time, and every hand was wanted to
reap, or rake, or bind.
lowards nightfall his daughter, who
always came home -a little before the
rest to prepare their meal, came in
sight of the cottage. She did not see
him seated on his bench. She hurried
forward. Her heart beat with a vacrue
fear. She entered the dwelling. He
was not there. She rati into the villacre.
Nobody had seen him. She then hur
ried to meet her husband and her
brothers. Thay came in haste, but
could not find him.
At last, as one of them was takincr the
horso into the stable, he found he could
not open the door. He pushed harder
something heavy swung against it
with a thud.
Nikita had hung himself to the great
beam just inside the stable. His right
hand was stiffened over the emjty bag,
which, even in death, he was pressing
to his bo3oin.
He had not Ion o; survived the loss
of his dear piece of lilac iaper. LiMel's
Lie i tig Age.
Sleet the Best Brain Stimulaxt.
The best possible thing for a man to do
when he feels too weak to carry any
thing through, is to go to bed and sleep
as long as he can. This is the only
recuperation of brain power, the only
actual recuperation of brain force; be
cause during sleep the brain is in a state
of rest, in a condition to receive and ao-
projn'iate particles of nutriment from the
blood, which take tho place of those
which have been consumed by previous
labor, since the very act of thinking
burns up the solid particles, as every
turn of the wheel or screw of the
steamer'is the result of consumption by
tire of fuel in the furnace. The sujjply
of consumed brain substance can only
be had from the nutritive particles in
the blood, which were obtained from
the food eaten previously ; and the brain
is so constituted that it can best receive
and appropriate to itself those nutritive
particles during a state of rest, of quiet
and stillness of sleep. Mere stimulants
supply nothing in themselves; they
goad the brain and force it to a greater
consumption of its substance until it is
so exhausted that there is not power
enough left to receive a supply. Herald
of Health.
ForriNG it "Gravely." An Irish
girl, who was very anxious that her
scatter-brained brother should not be
refused by the demure young English
woman with whom he had fallen des
perately in love, implored him to try to
propose with the seriousness becoming
the occasion. He vowed solemnly that
he w-ould behave as'if Le were acting as
chief mourner at his father's funeral,
lhe demnre young lady, in imitation of
many of her countrywomen, graciously
accepted her wild Irish lover. She,
however, confided to her bosom friend
that Edmund had proposed 'in rather an
odd way. ' He had taken her after
church to see the family vault, and had
there, in a sepulchral voice, asked her
if she would like to lay her bones be
side his bones. This he evidently
thought was a proper way to fulfill the
promise made to his sister of treating
the matter with becoming seriousness.
To Get Even with: Him. They were
husband and wife, and as they stood be
fore the Capitol in Washington, she
asked: "What's that figure on top?"
"That's a goddess," he answered. "And
what's a goddess?" "A woman who
holds her tongue," he replied. She
looked at him sideways, and then began
planning how to make peach pie with
the stones in it for the benefit of his sore
tooth. Erie Dispatch.
Farents who make their first boy an
" idol son " generally have an idle son
when he reaches man's estate.
FeedinsYonns Calves.
As we have seen, fresh milk is the
best food for the young calf, and the
most natural method of taking it is for
the calf to draw it from the udder of its
mother. But there are many consider
ations that come in to prevent thi3 nat
ural method among the 500,000 dairy
men of the United States. This nat
nrai method is only practicable among
the breeders of pure-blooded and high
priced stock ; and if such breeder of
high blood is located in a dairying dis
trict, where milk is valuable, it is quite
unnecessary that he should feed new
milk longer than two months. After
that period the calf may be fed upon
the skim milk and linseed or flax seed
gruel, with an excellent chance of
growing a prize animal. In two months
the calf will have made an excellent
stri and. 1" . rondy for the modified
diet. And if the calf is.to ' ivnght to
drink, it is better to do th whn ten
days' or two weeks old. It will learn
easier at that age than later, and the
cow will give more milk through the
season than if the calf is permitted to
suck longer. The milk being fed warm
from the mother, the calf w ill make a
growth not perceptibly different from
one that sucks. This bl oded calf
should have the free run of a dry yard,
with a little hay or grass to eat, that it
may early develope its first stomach
and chew its cud. A small field of
grass in summer is still better. When
the time comes for feeding the skim
milk, the ration may be made about as
nutritious as tho new milk by adding
to it flaxseed gruel, made by boiling a
pint of oil meal in ten to twelve quarts
of water. Mix this in equal parts with
skim milk, and feed blood warm. Let
the calf have its fill twice per day, at
regular times, until six months old.
During this time teach it to eat a few
oats, and in caso of a tendency to scour,
give, for a meal or two, in the milk, a
quart of coarse wheat flour, someiimes
called by farmers canel. It will be
perceived that the oil of the flaxseed
will make good the loss of the cream in
the milk in fact, it is a ration as rich
as milk itself; and we Lave seen calves
raised upon it quite the pqnal of calves
running with the dam. WTe have also
used flaxseed and pea meal to make th
grcel to mix with the skim milk, and it
it has proved an excellent combination.
Cor. Xatioual Lire Stock Journal.
Horse Dentistry.
An inquirer asks advice about a young
horse which froths at the mouth when
driven, though apparently in good
health and fed like the others not simi
larly affected. There is doubtless some
irritation connected with teething.
The mouth should be opened with a
balling-iron and the teeth examined
w ith the hand, so that any irregularity
in growth, any retention of milk teeth
that should have been shed when the
corresponding permanent teeth appear
ed, or any under prominence or sharp
ness of the edges of the teeth may be
recognized. Any such source of trouble
must be removed with the forceps or
rasp, and improvement may be expect
ed. Sometimes there is great iritation
attendant on the cutting of the tusks,
and if they are found pushing up be
neath the tense red and tender gums,
they &hould"be cut down upon freely
with a sharp knife. If there is only un
natural redness, prominence and ten
derness of the palate behind the upper
front teeth, make a series of incisions
at intervals of about three-quarters of
an inch from side to side, and not ex
tending further back than two thirds of
an inch from the teeth. A dose of laxa
tive medicine, or an ounce of Glauber
and common salt daily in the food, will
do much to remove the irritation. Mr.
Fowle, who writes of a horse treated
for lam pas, should see that the animal
is not suffering from catting the tnsks,
and, if necessary, lance them. Some
horses, too, hayo the edge of the lower
jawbone so sharp that they must be
driven with the gentlest hand on the
rein, or even with a rubber-covered
bit. If there is only congested palate,
give a laxative (Barbadoes aloes, 4
drams; gentian, 1 dram; extract hyosya
mus, 1 dram; made into a ball with mo
lases) , feed daily thereafter 2 ounces of
Glauber salts, and scarify the swollen
and tender palate with a kniie for a dis
tance not exceeding half an inch behind
the front teeth.
When will the true nobility of a heu
be understood ? Hens are not machines.
They are reasoning, thinking beings.
If there is one sight more impressive
than another it is a hen thinking. If
you want to make a hen lay. get on her
best side. Work on her feelings. This
can be done by studying her nature and
learning her tastes. This accomplished,
go to work to show her that you are her
friend, and not a grinding, grasping
leech, with no higher ambition than
worming eggs out of her. When a hen
sees that you love her and respect her,
that you are truly her friend, that you
are in active sympathy with her Teach
ings out for the undefinable in nature,
she will just turn her toes in, tighten
her jaws, and fairly fill the entire at
mosphere with eggs. You can't lay for
a hen with food tricks. A hen despises
concealment. Danbury 2ieres.
The quality of food from a well-fed
apple tree is altogether superior to
that of a half-starved tree of the same
variety. Very few farmers think it
profitable to bring poorly-fed beef to
to market, and there ought to be very
few who think it profitable to raise
poorly-fed apples. Let U3 have fat
apples as well as fat beef. Feed the
apple trees. Top dress with ashes,
muck, or barn manure. Apply super
phosphates, bone dust, and potash
salts. Lexcistoii Journal.
The Berkshire ice product is so clear
that a newspaper may be read through
three feet of it. Exchange And next
summer some young men may be able
to see double by simply looking too
long through a two-inch lump of it in
a glass. Xorrisloxcn Herald.
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