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IN DREAMLAND.
Flunh a-by, htoy. clone thin eyed
Mother will ting tweet lulluble.;
Softly the rad(e will be rooked
Till pretty eyelid aleep bat lockea
And you are away In Dreamlund,
, In Dreamland.
nmh a hy, little one, dayliitht did
While I am ilnjlng lullable.
tVhere doe. It vunnU. buby -f art
mn that land to far, ao near,
Tho lund of alerp called Dreamland,
Callrd Drcimlandr
Iluh a-by, babe. Whatdlmi nine eyet
While I am Aiiigmt lullabirtf
What if the darknea knew no day I
Whut if my darltnir atayel aly,
To evermore dwell in Dreamland,
In Dreamland 1
William a Lord, in Good Houtekeeplng.
THE PRIZE PUMPKIN.
Rosa Proved Iloraelf b Good Farm
er's Wild, After AU.
"So John Is married! Sort of onex
pocted. Hint it?'' said Deaoon Talker,
rs. in Ms lay capacity of proeor, ho
weighed out fourteen pounds of crushed
sugar for Mrs. l'armalee, who eat upon
a tall stool on the customers.' side of
the counter. "John." continued the
Dciicon. iw hecxircfully returned about
aU nsi'oonful orer-weight to bar
rel "John nlwoys seemed kindor still
when he rns amongst thn gills, and I
inlculatcd he'd be one of ourold baeh-
siors; but there's never any telling. "
Mrs. l'armalee pavo a slight groan
ind shotik her head,
'if you feel that way about it, how
must feeir she said. "As for bis
pa. he's a changed man. And Aunt
Abby took to her bed. And my daugh
ters have cried till I thought they'd
cry their eyes out We're an afllicted
family, Deacon."
I want to know!" ejaculated the
Deacon. "He aint married the hired
jal, has he?"
"I wish he Aa4," said Mrs. rarmalee.
'She'd have helped about the house."
"I dunno," said the deacon. "My
irrandmotber's youngest son an uncle
of mine, that warn't much older'n me
he married his ma's hired gal, and
she jest folded her hands and wouldn't
fetch the water to wash em with arter
the ring was on. Tlsn't one of the
Jorkines you've had the famerly quar
rel with fur so lonjf a time?"
i wish it was one of tho Jorklns
flrls," said Mrs. Parmalee.
" want to know" said the Deacon,
in italics. "Is it a widder with suthin
tgln her character, like Samuwell
I'enmelon married?"
"Xo, said, Mrs. Parmalee. "She's a
let-up city thing, with all the airs you
ever saw. She's fresh from boarding
tcbool, and talks French, and sinps
Italian, and plays. I must say, like a
professor. "She's all style, and de
spises us, and hates the house and the
farm; and she'll wean John from us.
He's said more hateful things since he
was married than he ever said in his
life before. We gave him th? best
bedroom, and she's got him to new
furnish it. And I wish it had pleased
the Lord to take me yttars ago, for I
don't expect ever to be happy again
while I live" '
"Pretty bad; pretty bad," said the
Deacon. "But perhaps she'll turn out
better than you ealkerlate, as she
prows older. PYaps It's childishness.
My" wife would begin by giving her a
regulur setting down, and settle her
for (rood."
"My spirit is broken," said Mrs.
Parmalee. with a sigh. "Did I say a
pound of raisins, and a paper of all
ipice, and Oh, yes, I nearly forgot
the tea the same we always got; &
pound. And put them in the car
riage. I'm goiner next door to tbe
milliner's to get my new bonnet. I
saw my daughter-in-law looking sidet
ways at my old one lt Sunday;" and.
with another groan, gMrs. Parmalee
carried her budget of woes to Miss
rimtner. who was even more sympa
thetic than the Deacon.
Meanwhile, John's new wife was
having rather a forlorn time of it at
borne. John was lecturing her.
"Don't you think you could take a
little more interest in country life,
dear?" he was saying, "it would
please the family so much."
"1 do John," said Rosa, with her big
blue eyes full of candor. "I'm sure
've sketched every thing. The spring,
tbe well, the locusts on the hill, and
Bossie. tbe calf; and I've got grout
bunches of grass."
"Yes but I don't mean an artistic
interest." said John. "A real solid one
Couldn't you feel a little like a country
girl if you tried, Rosa?"
"I have driven my own pony, and
whan. I could drive the reaper," said
tvb(i, pimnuvety. , Anu i uuma
mind giving the pigs their gruel, what
ever they eat; I'll churn."
"The hired men and the sorvnnts do
all that, Rosa," said John, rather se
verely. "Don't pretend to misunder
stand mo. I'm a plain farmer, nn'I my
wife must not be too much Above
things I take an Interest i'.."
"I'm not, John," cried Roia, "What
do I io?"
John could not say. He only knew
that his home, which had been a place
of peace and comfort in the days when,
as the bachelor brother of fiye-and-thirty,
he hud been the adored of the
homestead, the idol of his mother, and
the Admirable Chrichton of his
younger sisters, had turned into a sort
of cabinet of torture; that the little
beauty who had left boarding-school
to marry him and whom he had
thought perfect was spoken of as a
"stuck-up," as a thing of airs and
graces, as one who "put on airs."
The family woro the air of having
been through a frightful trial. Sharp
things were said bitter ones, also;
and his amiable parents, his cheerful
old aunt, and bis lively little t-isters
were changed. Tnto fleTbgs as solemn a
grand Druids.
The change had been brought about
by him giving them what he supposed
would be a pleasant surprise in mar
rying Rosa, lie had quarreled with
them, now he was lecturing bis wife.
She was wiping awuy a tear when
Jane the servant, knocked at the door,
and brought in a batch of letters.
"Speer's folks fetched them from
5e office," she said, as she dumped
them on her master's desk, and
showed by her glances that she plain
ly saw that his wife had been crying,
and that b wu t.h ianu- nd he
Dent over the letters, pretending to
examine them.
. Jiosa, however, was forgiving. She
to the table.
Two for me." she cried. This Is
Kjii mamma, and this is from Lilly
fcr?jy, I know. And what a pretty en
velope you have there, John the god
dess Pomonia, is it not, amongst her
fruits?"
"A notice from the managers of the
Agricultural Fair," said John. Father
got the prize for pears last year. We
generally get prizes."
lie banded the document to his wife,
who perused it carefully, and the little
tiff was over.
Still life was not what it used to be
in the old farm-house. .You can im
agine it all The detail of days of
chilly coldness, of evenings once spent
in the general sitting-room passed in
up-stairs bed-rooms, of formal meals
and haughty politeness. John often
thought that a regular quarrel, like
those that took place in the cabin of
Mike Granburg, on the railroad bor
ders, where plates and glasses and
chair-legs flew about, would be. pre
ferable. He went out as much as pos
sible. And Rosa had asked him for a
little piece of ground for a garden of
her own. He bad given it to her, of
course, and she spent much time there,
but she never asked him to look at it.
His sisters avoided it carefully. The
spot chosen was an out-of-the-way one
beyond the corn-field. They worked
in their own as usual; and even over
flowers these gir'w did not meet on
friendly terms.
His mother rather ostentatiously
read the more severe of the religious
works in the library in her arm-chair
on the porch. His father talked of his
time being nearly over. His aunt
knitted as sternly as though she were
one of the Fates in charge of the web
of destiny; and nobody called him Jack
any more.
He was aware that the ladies spoke
of Rosa's remote little garden as the
open air "conservatory," or the "Gar
den of Eden," and once when he asked
them why they did not go and look at
it, Kdna replied:
"Uh, our glances might blight it"
And Ruth added:
"It is too, too utterly, I presuma
We country girls could not appreciate
it."
Whereupon he called them "ill-
natured idiots," and they began to sob
violently, and alluded to him as "a
brute." And really Rosa did carry
herself in stately fashion, and mot
their Roland with an Oliver, as fur as
coldness went.
It was not a pleasant August, and
it was a more unpleasant September.
His only comfort was in his grape
vine. Ho hoped to get the prize for
grapes at the Agricultural Fair. His
fathei was doing all he could with his
peal's for the same purpose, ihey
would have other exhibits, also, and
the Parmalees had never failed to get
iufo
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aprifoi some son you
Thj evening of the third day of the
fall came at last. The Parmalee
v ere all going the family in the car
riage, John and his wife in the little
vehicle of his own. She looked very
beautlfut, and her dross was perfect
Her sistors-in-law had not disdained to
make a sort of rival toilet, and Mrs
Parmalee was very grand, but John
felt that he was loft out in the cold
and Rosa was rather pale and silent;
but they all warmed up a little when
they entered the halL
A sort of proscenium surrounded the
stage at the end of the great, room.
Vines clambered over it water played
amongst rock work, and pots and tubs
of rare plants filled In the foreground.
A miracle of the scene painters' art
arose at the back of the stage, where
the sun was setting over distant mount
ains, and in the midst stood Pomona
amidst a wealth of the fruits of all
countries, while at her feet lay a Yan
kee pumpkin a veritable miracle so
large, so flawless, so golden, so perfect
that it was the object on whiih all eyes
lingered. It dwarfed every other pump
kin ever seen by the oldest farmer
present
All the tables were loaded down
however, and the Parmalee exhibit
looked well. People walked and
talked, and the band played, and at last
appeared upon the stage the figures of
three sages who were to bestow the
prizes.
Smiths and Joneses, Williamses and
Browns, in turn grew happy. The
Widow'Watkins almost fainted when
she received the first prize for onions.
and the new member, who was a wid
ower, whispored words of comfort
Farmer Pagindarm thought the com
mlttee unjust because they overlooked
the merit9 of his "Jackson -whites,"
but Mr. Parmalee received honors for
his Katharine pears with calmness
he was used to it
John's grapes were ouly third best
His mother felt it to be a judgment
and was proud that her tea roses were
successful.
One after another the names of the
successful were called, but as yet no
mention was made of the great pump,
kin.' Whose was it? There was
nause: the band plaved "Yankee
roodle;''a calcium light was turned
on the pumpkin; the orator waved his
hand toward it; all were attentive.
"Next to pork and beans," began
the speaker, "our National dish is
pumpkin pie. I suppose nobody here
can deny that this pumpkin now before
us is the finest they ever saw. It is
almost miraculous. It is the first ex
hibit of its exhibitor, and I am proud
to announce that she is the wife of one
of our most esteemed young residents.
It is in the family to get prizes at our
annual fairs, and she seems to have
got hold of the secret Mrs. John
Parmalee, I have pleasure in offering
to you the first prize for pumpkins.
John, bring her up to get it You'vo
got a first-class farmer's wiie, and no
mistake."
The Parmalee family sat motionless,
their faces slowly turning pink. That
was the result of Rosa s sly gardening,
jthen. Her "conservatory," her "Gar
den of Eden," had produced that
mighty pumpkin. There she was on
John's arm, with hor beautiful little
face all pale with excitement; and here
she came back again with the medal In
her hand, and she stood bofore her
motbjcr-iu-hi nd looked into her
eyes.
"You can't think I don't take an in
torest in farming after that mamma,"
she whispered. "Tell me I am going
to be a good farmer's wife."
And there and then the elder Mrs.
Parmalee kissed hor, and said:
"I'm proud of you, my dear."
As for John, he wanted to cry. He
knew the miserable coldness of the
past year was over. ,
So It was. The girls called him
Jack again, his aunt petted him, his
mother made him little turnover pies,
and knitted wristlets for him. The
girls appealed to him as authority in
all things. The miraculous pumpkin
bad healed the family wounds. They
adopted Rose as a favorite sistor and
dnughter. Rut this year the Parmalee
family are not so much interested in
the Agricultural Fair as usual. They
wish, from the depths of their souls,
that there was a buby fair in the coun
ty instead. For. assuredly, if there
were, Rosa's boy, little Jack, though
only four weeks old, would win the
principal prize. He is more beautiful,
more churming, larger for his ago, and
In evory way more wonderful than
Bven the miraculous pumpkin. M.
Cady, in N. Y. Ledger.
MUSCLE
The Two I'rlme h
: bent .
Gold-beating is '
judgment. There 1.
ing how to strike th
the stone, . muscle a
clock-like rise and f -is
one of the wrist. .
elbow joint stiffens, tin
and rebounds nearly t-.
point So, actually, it
physical effort, it seems, t
the hammers, one for ea7
weigh eighteen, twelve,
pounds. .'
Each beater receives fift.
weight of gold, rolled from th
the form of a crinkly ribbo
yards long and an inch in widt.
into 180 pieces these go intc
"cutch." This consists of deta
leaves of a vegetable fiber, bet
each of which Is placed a piece of gd
Slipped Into a tightly-fitting pad, -V
package is laid on the stone, and
hammer falls again and again, the
being to drive the weight towar,'
edges. From the "cutch" the st
then leaves, are picked putj-u,
curious boxwood pincers. Handlin;
with the fingers, especially at the lat
ter stages, would be most likely t
break the leaf. Each leaf is then quay
tered by a section of bamboo cane r
little implement known as a "wagi
but in reality a tiny sled.
The second pad is the "shoder.
has 720 leaves and U A inches squ
The force of the blows here is gret
The leaves are beaten out to the '
edge, as they were net before, and '
gold oozes out , These particles It'
carefully brushed off into an apron t
tached to the stone, for the workmi
must account for every one of his iif '
pennyweights. ' ':
In the third piocess there are thrt
"molds" of 900 leaves each and fL
Inches square. Each mold, requir
some four hours' work. The lea
are now so thin that the slightest m
judgment will produce disastrous
suits. In spite of tho heat genera
by the blows dampness creeps in
tween the edges. Dryness is positi
essential here; so, whenevp neceg'
the mold is placed " '-- v"
like an ordinary t
taken from an oven.
liberates the moisture
When sufficiently beaten v.
go to girls, who with pince
wagon" make up books of twe'JtJ
leaves each, three and three61
inches square. Each workma1
his beating of three molds ?,
eighty books. That is called a
For it he receives f 5. The raol
a total number of 2,700 leaves.
books need but 2,000. For V-
book he can fill, perfect 1'
being used, 6J cents Is paid,
every leaf was perfect, he wo
1.75 extra. .
As the "wagon" cuts the U
inches square there is a co
waste. This, with the imp
leaves, is put in with the ishodor
It is all melted into x! "buttf
weighed. This mus t pome to 3
weights. For the 80 books 17
weights is allowed, but they ma
whatever the workman can ma
The thinner the leaf, bo long ai
the better. Whatever the wast
over 33 pennyweights $1 t
weight is paid the workman.
ery pennyweight under 1, is &
Thus, although the gold Is us
again, it takes 50 pennyweights ;
out 17. And, again, a rosv
though he turns out an over r
books, may have such short
wastes as to bring his bala
wrong way.
Three beatings a week is t
number. The skilled woi
make f 20, and perhaps a '
The actual number of men t
small, there being only 175 !
Most are Englishmen. G
is done principally In the E v
nd Philadelphia furnish!)
the other workmen. It is 1 !
city that the largest shop io
States is located. A'unio
wages and matters of the '
fltingoutof a gold-boaters'
a numbor of men arf Km
ather. expensive maiter. ,
personal outlit is tfolh sol
molds alone costing K) ap
Mail and Express,
There were 016 "'.or
16 -'M
accessions In tho mw
served by students of f
Institute last year.
The MassHchuiie
College at Amherst
scholarships for yc
residents of the Sta "
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