anaheim-gazette 1876-01-15

ANAHEIM VOL. 6. To-Day. Only from day to day. The life of a wise man runs What matter if seasons far away Have gloom or have double sun? We climb the unreal path And stray from the roadway here. We swim the rivers of wrath. And tunnel the hills of fear Our feet on the torrent's brink, Our eyes on the clouds afar, We fear the things we think. Instead of the things that are Like a tide our work should rise. Each later wave the beat To-day is a king in disguise Today is the special test Like a lawyer's work is life The present makes the flask And the only field for strife Is the inch before the saw Appleton's Journal Muggins' Luck. A STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. It was ten, almost eleven by the great clock of St Mark's Church that loomed up just around the corner, and Muggins was very hungry, and very warm, too, in spite of his bare feet, and the scantiness of his rugged garments that let in the heat and dust at every gaping rent, like so many greedy mouths, breathing in the nowwholesome, dust clogged air, in default of the purer, cooler draught that might have been found under the shady crisp, new greenback, was about placing it in the outstretched palm before her, when suddenly her countenance changed, the good natured smile vanished from her face, while she cast a look of keen, suspicious inquiry from the freckled, sunburned face full of laughing triumph, that its owner could not, for his life, conceal, to the shrewd, eager face of the news-boy whom she instantly recognized as her assailant, and who, unnoting her gaze, was frowning significantly at Muggins, while he held up two very dirty fingers, a signal that the shrewd dame was quick to interpret. "That means halves," she thought, with the keen intuition natural to one who had reared some half-a-dozen mischievous boys of her own in the days gone by, and looking steadily into the face of the still saucilly smiling but evidently puzzled boy, she asked, sternly and with a directness that left no room for any possible evasion. "Did you get that boy to knock my bundles into the mud, so that you could get the pay for fishin' 'em out?" Now Muggins had never in all his life instincted to words of moral counsel and admonition from kindly lips, never been taught by precept or practice, that deception or dishonesty of any kind was wrong, and yet there was a natural inborn sense of honor in the untaught, boyish nature that would not allow him, with those keen, honest eyes reading his face, to tell an absolute falsehood, and he only muttered, in a half-defiant, half-pitiful undertone. "I reckon you'd a done as much yer-self. If you'd been as hungry as I be." "Hungry." I thought she'd have right off. That was to "You stop yer gag other, roughly,' an o mean to sell any paper. And Rob, who us the lead of his street mate, turned to obey something caught him to almost drop his hand utter a low cry prise. Seated beneath the substantial market span of strong, well-a youth, whose roun general air of comfort would scarcely remind neglected half-stary sweeper; and yet Ro not for an instant at out excitedly: "Muggins! Muggi there." And—it all passed found himself by his the broad wagon-sea hand fairly trembled strong clasp with wifed his own pleasure. "Where you been? as soon as he could a in his throat suffice" "On a farm, a few city." "Dye like it!" Muggins's sunburst deep red, and a flash diated his whole coul feelingly, - "Don't I, though and dirty and half- Muggins' Luck. A STORY FOR YOUNG PEOPLE It was ten, almost eleven by the great clock of St Mark's Church that loomed up just around the corner, and Muggins was very hungry, and very warm, too, in spite of his bare feet, and the scantiness of his rugged garments that let in the heat and dust at every gaping rent, like so many greedy mouths, breathing in the unwholesome, dust clogged air, in default of the purer, cooler draught that might have been found under the shady trees of the park close at hand, where a couple of rugged newsboys were lounging just within range of Muggins' eye, evidently resting themselves after their morning work. Poor Muggins! he was a tough, sturdy little fellow, in spite of his fourteen years of neglect, hunger and exposure to the heat and cold of the unsheltered street; and he had wielded his broom with right wall all the morning, making the path clean, and yet not one of that hurrying crowd of comfortably clothed, well-fell men and women, had remembered to bestow even a penny upon the humble crossing sweeper, whose bright, boyish face grew discouraged, and at last sullied, as a lady in rich trailing silks tripped daintily across the clean-swept flagging without beigning a look even at the dirty little hand held out so imploringly to her. "I don't care" he muttered, doggedly. "I ain't a gun ter starve, nohow; it folks be too mean to pay for decent walks. I'll past try the old dudge, if its kind of mean. I've got to live by my perfession same's other folks do," and first glancing cautiously about to assure himself that no troublesome policeman was in sight, he gave a shrill, old whistle that was instantly responded to by one of the urchins under the tree, who, touching his few remaining papers under his arm, gathered himself up with an evident effort, and stroiled leisurely toward the crossing, calling out, in a drawing, indifferent tone. "Ere's yer morning Transcript; Grand ley at the White-House, Sound steamers host. Strike of Miners in Schuylkill County." As he drew near to Muggins, who leaning on his broom, was looking apparently in an exactly opposite direction, he added precisely in the same tone, so that no one would have noticed the difference in the words amidst all that Babel of street sounds. "What's up, old fellow? Anything in my line?" And Muggins, still with prudently averted eyes, answered, in the same indifferent tone. "Jostle" The newsboy's black eyes sparkled mischievously, and just at that moment a stout country woman, with her arms full of bundles, appeared at the opposite end of the crossing. He exchanged one swift, significant glance with his friend, then starting recklessly across the street, dodging between the wheels of carriages, and the legs of the horses with an agility that would have seemed something marvelous to an unused eye, he tumbled painting, and apparently out of breath, against the unwary dame, who already get the pay for hatin em out? Now Muggins had never in all his life listened to words of moral counsel and admonition from kindly lips, never been taught by precept or practice, that deception or dishonesty of any kind was wrong, and yet there was a natural inborn sense of honor in the untaught, boyish nature that would not allow him, with those keen, honest eyes reading his face, to tell an absolute falsehood, and he only muttered, in a half-defiant, half-pitiful undertone. "I reckon you'd a done as much yerself, if you'd a been as hungry as I be." "Hungry!" The tone was softer already, and a look motherly sympathy made her plain face strangely attractive to the friendless boy, as she asked more gently: "Haven't you had your breakfast yet?" Breakfast! and he actually so far forgot his hunger and disappointment as to laugh at the idea. I've had bout the same as I generally do," he said, with a sturdy assumption of indifference: "a crust or two that I looked out o' Ma'am Bigg's swill-barrel when I came through her yard, an a dipper of sky juice ter make it go down easy." The good woman's ruddy face was pale with disgust and astonishment. "Do you mean to tell me?" —and all unconsciously, in her excitement, she grasped him by the collar of his ragged jacket, giving him a vigorous shake. "Seek as me has to take what they can get," Muggins added, with a touch of philosophical patience that was too pitiful to provoke even a smile. "Who are your folks? Who takes care of you, I should like to know?" Folks! and he looked at her in open-mouthed astonishment. "I ain't got no folks—never had. I don't need nobody to take care of me!" and the sudden straightening of the chillipated little figure had in it an air of manly independence that appealed, even more than his destitute condition to the sturdy, self-reliant nature of the woman herself, as she stood looking at him for a full minute in silence, while a suspicious softness crept into her keen gray eyes, and a smile of womanly tenderness broke up the stern lines about her mouth, as she repeated in a low tone to herself. "Bread enough, and to spare, while I perish with hunger." "My boy!" —and she turned to him in that quick, decisive way that evidently meant business—"don't you want to go home with me to my farm? I'm a wilder, an all my own boys are grown up, an settled in houses of their own, so I find it pretty lonesome, especially in the long winter evenings, with nobody but the cat for company. I've been thinkin' for some time that I'd take a boy to bring up, and I'll give you the chance, if you want it." She paused; but Muggins was too thoroughly confused to speak, and she went on more earnestly still. "I'll give you a fair chance. You shall have plenty to eat and to wear, and three month's schooling in the winter time besides: You'll have to work," she added candidly. "I don't keep no drones in my hive; but I shan't be unreasonable about it, and if you're a good faithful boy, I'll do the handsome thing by you when..." Muggins' sunburn deep red, and a flash diated his whole counse feelingly. -"Don't I, though I and dirty and half-years of my life with what a good home we Rob sighed; not saddler consciousness tered; vagalondish with that of his firm brightened at sight; Muggins produced f and placed in his invitation to "help him White; light counter; fresh from the c oil of boiled ham; w cheese; that might b ter-fed boy than R such a feast as the p had in all his life be "Eat all you can," pitably. "I've eau mean to see you main meal before I say go And Rob did eat; and courage with e life really began to o matter to him; e kindly promised t for him to some one neighborhood of his his spirits at all dar temptuous comment of their old friend's "Humph; Muggins to be shut up in country; where there on better'n a dog-fi now an' then! I such luck; for m rough it a little ha can see somethin' o barn-yard fence." But Rob remember face and comfortably than all; the generous spectability for which was beginning to yo little pathetic ass heart. "No more cold; more rags; with a b own!" Muggins's luck ideal heaven; well Golden Hours. The newsboy's black eyes sparkled mischievously, and just at that moment a stout country woman, with her arms full of bundles, appeared at the opposite end of the crossing. He exchanged one swift, significant glance with his friend, then startling recklessly across the street, dodging between the wheels of carriages, and the legs of the horses with an agility that would have seemed something marvelous to an unused eye, he tumbled painting, and apparently out of breath against the unwary dame, who already bearded by the dim and tumult of the crowded street, lost her presence of mind entirely at this unexpected onslaught, grasped at her shawl that the urchin had clutched in his rush, half drugging it from her shoulders, dropped half her bundles, and, in a frantic effort to regain them, just escaped being run over by a passing dray, while the remaining packages, escaping from her nervous grasp, rolled in every direction. Mud-bespattered, and in imminent peril from the feet of horses and men, and in spite of her energetic resistance, the surging crowd bore with her where she stood panting, yet resolute, only waiting a chance opening in the throng to rush back after her scattered treasures. "Hold on a minute, an' I'll get 'em for you, ma'am." It was Muggins' voice, and surely, never did ragged, dirty, little street-sweeper appear so much like an angel to any eyes before as to those of the unsuspecting woman who watched with breathless interest; as, armed with his broom, he dodged hither and yon between the horses' legs and the wheels of the carriages, everywhere, anywhere, if but a glimpse of brown paper caught his eye, until, almost by a miracle, as it seemed to the unsuspecting countryman, he stood safe and sound upon the sidewalk once more, while, more wonderful still, not a bundle was missing, as she counted them over and over to be sure that they were really all safe before she gave vent to her thankfulness. "Much obleeged, sonny. You behaved like a gentleman, though if anything had happened to you, I should'a wished I'd let the bundles go. But you deserve somethin' more'n thanks, an' if you'll hold this big bundle a minute I'll—" Fumbling in her pocket she produced a large old-fashioned leather pocket-book, well-filled, as the boy's keen eyes detected at a glance, and carefully selecting a winter evenings, with nobly but the cat for company. I've been thinkin' for some time that I'd take a boy to bring up, and I'll give you the chance, if you want it." She paused, but Muggins was too thoroughly confused to speak, and she went on more earnestly still. "I'll give you a fair chance. You shall have plenty to eat and to wear, and three mont's schooling in the winter time besides: You'll have to work," she added candidly. "I don't keep no drones in my hive; but I shan't be unreasonable about it, and if you're a good, faithful boy, I'll do the handsome thing by you when you're one-and-twenty. What do you say! Will you try it?" No more hunger, no more cold, no more cruel blows and curses, but instead, a home and "folks" of his own! It seemed too good to be true; and the poor, hitherto friendless and neglected waif felt, for the first time in his life, a thrill of grateful joy, that seemed for the moment to transform him into a new being, and made even his voice strangely musical, in spite of the roughness of his words: "You bet! I'm just the boy for that kind of a place, ma'am; an' I'd do my level best to fill it." Honestly, if roughly spoken, and the good woman smiled benevolently; she had heard "boys talk" before and knew how to excuse it. Two years later, and Muggins' friends, the newsboys, almost as ragged and quite as dirty as in the old days when they had assisted in the "jostle dodge," as they called it, were slowly trudging along beneath the hot sun of a July morning, and listlessly comparing notes on the heat of the day, and the consequent depression in the newspaper business, when, as they were passing the corner of the park, Rob the younger, who had been Muggins' accomplice on that still remembered occasion, remarked to his companion, with an odd mixture of curiosity and regret: "I say, Jim, where do you spose Muggins is now?" "I dunno." Jim's tone was decidedly unsympathetic, but the sunny morning, and all these old familiar surroundings, had revived in the gentler heart of his companion certain pleasant memories of his old comrade, whose mysterious disappearance so long before had been the occasion of many a strange surmise, and vague, even frightful conjecture. "It's queer now, though," he went on, heedless of Jim's indifference. "The last time I see'im that old woman had'im by the collar, an' I put mighty quick for winter evenings, with nobly but the cat for company. I've been thinkin' for some time that I'd take a boy to bring up,and I'll give you the chance, if you want it." She paused, but Muggins was too thoroughly confused to speak,and she went on more earnestly still. "I'll give you a fair chance. You shall have plenty to eat and to wear,and three mont's schooling in the winter time besides: You'll have to work," she added,candidly. "I don't keep no drones in my hive; but I shan't be unreasonable about it,and if you're a good,f Faithful boy,'I'll do the handsome thing by you when you're one-and-twenty. What do you say! Will you try it?" No more hunger, no more cold, no more cruel blows and curses,但 instead,a home and "folks"of his own! It seemed too good to be true;and the poor,hitherto friendless and neglected waif felt,对the first time in his life,a thrill of grateful joy,那 seemed for the moment to transform him into a new being,and made even his voice strangely musical,在 spite of the roughness of his words: "You bet! I'm just the boy for that kind of a place,mam'; an' I'd do my level best to fill it." Honestly，if roughly spoken,and the good woman smiled benevolently;she had heard "boys talk"before和knowhow to excuse it. Two years later,and Muggins' friends,the newsboys,m almost as ragged and quite as dirty as in the old days when they had assisted in the "jostle dodge,"as they called it,rereally trudging along beneath the hot sun of a July morning,and listlessly comparing notes on the heat of the day,and the consequent depression in the newspaper business,当they were passing the corner of the park,Rob,the youngerwho had been Muggins'accomplice on that still remembered occasionremarked to his companionwith anodd mixture of curiosityand regret: "I say,jimwhere do you spose Muggins is now?" "I dunno." Jim's tone was decidedly unsympathetic,但the sunny morning,and allthese old familiar surroundings,hadrevivedinthegentlerheartofhiscompanioncertainpleasantmemoriesofhisoldcomrade,,whosemysteriousdisappearancesolongbeforehadbeentheoccasionofmanyastrangesurmise,andvague,evenfrightfulconjecture: "It'squeernowthough,"hewenton,theheedlessofJim'indifference.“ThelasttimeIsee'imthatoldwomanhad'imbythecollar,'an'Iputmightyquick,forgiverinthetablement,andendedinaharterybutafterthehaytheyweremarriedtoIndia.Finalbutafact. Thebestwayusethemen,andthemoneyoutofthein gorgeousparliar. A London An officer in therouttoIndiatojoinmadeallhispurrifiedLondoncustomerwassuchtheworthypropriet steppedforwardtohopethattheofficedandhadbeenthinkthathere ThankedtheproprietNearlyall." Not all?"wasproprietor;"nota couldfindyouever"Why.itisalimiMr.___ "OutofourlineOh,youarequiteyou,Mr.___ "QuitecertainWell,thethen,c laughingly,"IwaistStepthisway,militarymanfollowHewentthroughtanddownEnroutetheprotethese facts.Aboutthreeorbeautiful,highcellentfamily whathandwiththemallhimforemploymentenotherstorenovicetobusinessfriendlesssituationHehadnotbeenfoundheraworthhecaptainwasadmired.Heboundd Himself.Imore,andupinhularstohavebeenhersidehissmanpleasedthegirl,thestoryofhowmentionedtothestablishment,andendedinaharterybutafterthehaytheyweremarriedtoIndia.Finalbutafact.Thebestwayusethemen,andthemoneyoutofthein gorgeousparliar. IM GAS SUPPLEMENT. ANAHEIM, CAL., JANUARY 15, 1876. I thought she'd have a Bobby after us right off. That was the last—" "You stop yer gab," interrupted the other, roughly, 'an come along, if yer mean to sell any papers to-day.' And Rob, who usually submitted to the lead of his stronger and rongher mate, turned to obey, but at that instant something caught his eye that caused him to almost drop his bundle of papers, and utter a low cry of delighted surprise. Seated beneath the cool, white cover of a substantial market wagon, drawn by a span of strong, well-fed farm-horses, was a youth, whose round ruddy face, and general air of comfortable contentedness, would scarcely remind one of the ragged, neglected half-starved little crossing sweeper; and yet Rob's sharp eyes were not for an instant at fault, as he called out excitedly: "Muggins! Muggins, I say' Halloo, there!" And—it all passed in a minute, and he found himself by his old friend's side on the broad wagon-seat, and his grimy hand fairly trembled with joy in the strong clap with which Muggins testified his own pleasure at the meeting. "Where you been?" he asked, at length, as soon as he could swallow the big lump in his throat sufficiently to speak. "On a farm, a few miles out o' the city." "Dye like it?" Muggins's sunburned cheeks flushed a deep red, and a flash of grateful joy irradiated his whole countenance, as he said, feelingly. "Don't I, though! I didn't go ragged and dirty and half-starved for thirteen Don't Worry About Yourself. To regain or recover health, persons should be relieved from all anxiety concerning diseases. The mind has power over the body. For a person to think he has a disease will often produce that disease. This we see effected when the mind is intensely concentrated upon the disease of another. It is found in the hospitals that surgeons and physicians who make a specialty of certain diseases are liable to die of it themselves; and the mental power is so great that sometimes people die of diseases which they only have in imagination. We have seen a person seasick in anticipation of a voyage before reaching the vessel. We have known a person to die of cancer in the stomach when he had no cancer or any other mortal disease. A blind-folded man, slightly pricked in the arm, has fainted and died from believing that he was bleeding to death. Therefore, well persons to remain well, should be cheerful and happy; and sick persons should have their attention drawn as much as possible from themselves. It is by their faith men are saved, and it is by their faith men die. If he wills not to die he can often live in spite of disease; and if he has little or no attachment for life he will slip away as easily as a child will fall asleep. Men live by their souls and not by their bodies. Their bodies have no life of themselves; they are only resources of life—tenements of their souls. The will has much to do in continuing the physical occupancy or giving it up.—Journal of Health. New York Newshoys. At the junction of Broadway and Sixth avenue, New York, hundreds of newsboys gather every afternoon at five o'clock. For at that hour every day a two-wheled wagon comes flying up Broadway with the Evening News. These gamins, sharp of face and nimble of foot, are waiting its arrival, to receive the evening papers. A correspondent thus describes them: "Several little cripples are among the crowd, for as one boy says, 'Hi these's Shorty. Shorty sold out last night before six. Give us a string; see if I don't tie my leg up; 'tain't good for the paper trade to be healthy.' But heartless as are the expressions, and almost heartless the way the sound boys get the cripple's crutches and go lame in a variety of styles, wait till the up-town delivery pelts round the corner. Regardless of wheels, they pile, pitch, hurl themselves up and on to that wagon, but they boost the cripple; they fight an opening for the weak one, and they drag his papers over surrounding heads, and the crutches are flying down the street with the Evening News before one of the straight-limbed boys are off on a similar duty." The correspondent, in company with Mr. Macabe, stopped to see the crowd. The usual crutch act was in progression. Mr. Macabe said it was like the cruelty of city boys. The correspondent replied: "Now these gamins are waiting with their few pennies to buy the papers for their evening business. Their pennies are more than dollars to men, but if you appealed to them for assistance you'd find..." the broad wagon-seat, and his grimy hand fairly trembled with joy in the strong clasp with which Muggins testified his own pleasure at the meeting. "Where you been?" he asked, at length, as soon as he could swallow the big lump in his throat sufficiently to speak. "On a farm, a few miles out of the city." "I do like it!" Muggins's sunburned cheeks flushed a deep red, and a flash of grateful joy irradiated his whole countenance, as he said, feelingly. "Don't I, thought I didn't go ragged and dirty and half starved for thirteen years of my life without learnin' to know what a good home was when I got one." Rob sighed, not envisionily, but with a sadder consciousness of his own unsheltered, vagabondish life, as contrasted with that of his friend; but his face brightened at sight of the basket that Muggins produced from under the seat, and placed in his hands, with a cordial invitation to "help himself." White, light country bread and butter, fresh from the dairy, generous slices of boiled ham, with doughnuts and cheese, that might have made a far better fed boy than Rob fairly ravenous—such a feast as the poor fellow had never had in all his life before. "Eat all you can," urged Muggins, hospitably. And Rob did eat, gaining fresh strength and courage with each mouthful, until life really began to look quite a cheerful matter to him, especially as Muggins kindly promised to speak a good word for him to some one of the farmers in the neighborhood of his new home; nor were his spirits at all dampened by Jim's contemptuous comment on hearing the story of their old friend's good luck. "Humph; Muggins's luck d'ye call it, to be shut up in an old house in the country, where there ain't nothing gain on better'n a dog-fight or one-boss circus now an' then! I don't hanker after no such luck, for my part. I'd rather rough it a little harder, an' be where I can see somethin' of the world outside of a barn-yard fence." But Rob, remembering that fresh, cheery face and comfortable surroundings, more than all, the general air of decent respectability for which his boyish heart was beginning to yearn, only smiled, with a little pathetic aside to his own waiting heart. "No more cold, no more hunger, no more rags, with a home and folks of 'is own." Muggins's luck, and the newsboy's ideal heaven, were strangely alike.—Golden Hours. A London Romance. An officer in the army who was going out to India to join his regiment, recently made all his purchases at one of the famed London establishments. The customer was such a large buyer, that the worthy proprietor, contrary to usage, stepped forward to thank and express a hope that the officer was perfectly satisfied, and had been able to find everything that he required. The captain thanked the proprietor, and answered: "Nearly all." To Make Cloth Waterproof.—Take 18 ounces of alum, and dissolve in 5 gallons of boiling water; then, in a separate vessel, dissolve the same quantity of sugar of lead in like amount of water—mix the two solutions, immerse the cloth (porous fabrics are the best), and handle it well have their attention drawn as much as possible from themselves. It is by their faith men are saved, and it is by their faith men die. If he will not to die he can often live in spite of disease; and if he has little or no attachment for life he will slip away as easily as a child will fall asleep. Men live by their souls and not by their bodies. Their bodies have no life of them-selves; they are only resources of life—tenements of their souls. The will has much to do in continuing the physical occupancy or giving it up.—Journal of Health. Onions for Sleeplessness. Frank Buckland gives a London paper quite an essay on Insomnia, and among the remedies named is the following. I now venture to suggest a new but simple remedy for want of sleep—onions, simply common onions, raw, but Spanish onions stewed will do. Everybody knows the taste of onions; this is due to a peculiar essential oil contained in this most valuable and healthful root. This oil has, I am sure, highly superlative powers. In my own case they never fail. If I am much pressed with work and feel I shall not sleep, I eat two or three small onions and the effect is magical. Onions are also excellent things to eat when much exposed to intense cold. Mr Parnaby, Troutdale Fishery, Keswick, informs me that when collecting salmon and trout eggs in winter, he finds that common raw onions enable him and his men to bear the ice and cold of the semi-frozen water much better than spirits, beer, etc. Finally, if a person cannot sleep, it is because the blood is in the brain, not in his stomach; the remedy, therefore, is obvious; call the blood down from the brain to the stomach. This is to be done by eating a biscuit, a hard boiled egg, a bit of bread and cheese, or something. Follow this up with a glass of wine and milk, or even water, and you will fall asleep directly. The Right Kind of A Wife.—What a blessing to a household is a merry, cheerful woman—one whose spirits are not affected by wet days or little disappointments—one whose milk of human kindness does not sour in the sunshine of prosperity. Such a woman in the darkest hours brightens the house like a piece of sunshiny weather. The magnetism of her smiles and the electrical brightness of her looks and movements, infect every one. The children go to school with a sense of something great to be achieved; the husband goes into the world in a conqueror's spirit. No matter how people annoy and worry him all day, far off her presence shines, and she whispers to himself: "At home I shall find rest." So day by day she literally renews his strength and energy, and if you know a man with a beaming face, a kind heart, and a prosperous business, in nine cases out of ten you will find he has a wife of this kind. This machine, which was brought into use in the early period of the French Revolution is not altogether a modern invention. Similar contrivances were in use in several parts of Europe during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, if not before. According to Crusius, in his Annales Suerici (1595) such an instrument of decapitation existed in early times in Germany, but was superseded by the sword; it was styled Fallbeil, falling hatchet. A representation of it may be seen in two old engravings, the one by George Penez, who died in 1550, the other by Heinrich Aldergrever, bearing the date of 1553; and also in an old picture which according to Reffenberg is still preserved in the city hall of Augsburg, Jean d'Autun, the historiographer of Louis XII. of France, narrating an execution which he witnessed at Genoa May 13, 1507 describes a machine exactly like a guillotine. 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The woe-begone face and voice did more than the oration;but twenty-five outstretchedd hands held the little copper so dear to those boys,and I don't believe the warm hearted Macabe ever experienced a more delightful sensation than when he thanked those boys and told them that it was to try them,and ended by buying out the whole wagon-load of papers,and leaving an interested policeman to divide them equally among the benevolent gammas.-Youth's Compass. "The Guillotine." 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An officer in the army who was going out to India to join his regiment, recently made all his purchases at one of the famed London establishments. The customer was such a large buyer, that the worthy proprietor, contrary to usage, stepped forward to thank and express a hope that the officer was perfectly satisfied, and had been able to find everything that he required. The captain thanked the proprietor, and answered: "Nearly all." "Not all!" was the quick query of the proprietor; "not all! I hoped, sir, we could find you everything." "Why, it is a little out of your line. Mr. —" "Out of our line! Not at all, sir." "Oh, you are quite sure of that, are you, Mr. —" "Quite certain, sir." "Well, then," continued the captain, laughingly, "I want a wife." "Step this way, sir," and the astonished military man followed. He went through strange labyrinths and up and down stairs innumerable. En route the proprietor communicated these facts. About three or four months prior a beautiful, highly-educated girl, of an excellent family, who had lost her parents, and with them all resources, applied to him for employment. He had, after listening to her story, though she was a novice to business, been touched by her friendless situation, and employed her. He had not been disappointed. He had found her a worthy and exemplary girl. The captain was piqued. He saw and admired. He bought of her, and introduced himself. He came often, bought more, and upon inquiry found all particulars to have been truthfully stated. On her side his manners and appearance pleased the girl, and when he told her the story of how his last want had been mentioned to the proprietor of the establishment, and been promptly met, it ended in a hearty laugh on both sides—but after the laugh within three days they were married, and she is on her way to India. Finally, this is no romance, but a fact. The best way to enjoy things is to use them, and thus get the worth of our money out of them. There is no sense in gorgeous parlors kept in darkness. The apothecary's color—vial-it. To Make Cloth Waterproof—Take 18 ounces of alum, and dissolve in 5 gallons of boiling water: then, in a separate vessel, dissolve the same quantity of sugar lead in like amount of water—mix the two solutions, immerse the cloth (porous fabrics are the best), and handle it well in the liquid until every part of it is thoroughly penetrated. Then squeeze, and dry in the air, or in a warm apartment; then wash in cold water and dry, when it is fit for use. If necessary, the cloth may be dipped in the liquid and dried twice before being washed. The cloth (either linen or woolen) thus treated, sheds water like the feathers on the back of a duck. Squash Pie. Take Hubbard squash; treat in all respects as for pumpkin pies; cut, stew, mash—add milk, eggs, sugar and spice to taste. Bake nicely. They are much superior to pumpkin pies. These pies can be made very wholesome to dyspeptics by the crust being made of Indian meal; thus: Butter the pie dish nicely, and sprinkle over it evenly the meal, say an ½ to ¼ inch thick. Will cut out nicely if just right. Are delicious. The best way to admit of pure air in the night) where windows are the only mode of ventilation) is to open the sleeping-room into a hall where there is an open window, in order to avoid the draught. A window with a small opening at top and bottom ventilates more than one with one opening only. To Cook Beets. The true way to cook a beet is to bake, not boil it. Thus treated, and sliced either in vinegar or in butter, it is exceedingly palatable and nutritious. Boiling extracts the most valuable part of this vegetable. Baked Squash. Hurbard. Take squash; cut in half; clean inside nicely; put into oven flesh side up. An hour before dinner. Serve hot, with butter, pepper and salt. Those squash not quite ripe are also good thus baked. Quick-Baked Batter Pudding. One pint of milk, four tablespoonfuls flour, or better, two of flour and two of cornstarch, two eggs, juice of lemon. Bake on tin pie-plate in a hot oven about 20 minutes. Louis XII. of France, narrating an execution which he witnessed at Genoa, May 13, 1507 describes a machine exactly like a guillotine. This is themannata which was used in all parts of Italy for the execution of men of rank, and is fully described by Pere Labat in his Voyage en Espagne et en Italie en 1730. The same had been introduced into southern France, and Puysegur, in his Memoirs makes allusion to it on occasion of the execution of Montmorency, in 1632. A similar contrivance existed in the Netherlands. The "maiden" of Scotland, which was used in the decapitation of the regent Morton, in 1581, and is still preserved in the museum of the Antiquarian Society at Edinburgh, was an instrument akin to those above mentioned, and either it or at least the pattern of it had been brought from abroad by the very man who suffered by it. The decapitating machine, therefore, was far from being a novelty when Dr. Guillotin suggested its application in 1789.Appletona American Cyclopedia revised edition. Money has forty or fifty different names—such singular terms as dyesuffs, spondulics, shad scales, and charms; figuring in the list. Insolvent banks are called wild-cast banks; and their notes are wild-cats. The smallest cobbler's shop is a "boot-store;" a draper's is a "dry goods store;" and to "run a store" is to keep a shop. A figure of speech derived from the last expression is "to run your face," which means to go upon credit." To make a pile is to make money; to be "dead broke" is to become bankrupt. These commercial phrases penetrate into every day life. "What's to pay?" means simply what's the matter! "A drive in these hills pays," says a writer in an American magazine; "it is pure enjoyment." Another Americanism, "to be well posted up" in a subject originally derived from the posting up of a ledger, has been adopted by some English writers. Similarly there are nautical words which are used on all possible occasions. Lincoln Tower, the newly finished structure adjoining the Rev. Newman Hall's church in London, is pronounced one of the most beautiful as well as one of the highest erections in that city. It is visible from the Houses of Parliament, from the National Gallery at Charing Cross, along the Thames Embankment, and from Westminster, Waterloo, and Blackfriars bridges. Its entire height is about 220 feet. GAZETTE. NO. 13. Talks with Charles Sumner. "Of all scholars I have met Longfellow has the most scholarly and graceful knowledge of living languages. He speaks French, Italian, German and Spanish as fluently as he does English. I could never detect the slightest accent." "I visited Humboldt when in Berlin. Our conversation struck on philology. He spoke of his brother William—he was dead then—in the most eulogistic terms. William was quite as eminent in philology as the Baron is in physical science. Indeed, I always regarded him as the greater genius; although the King of Prussia, I see, has called the Baron 'the greatest man since the Deluge.' He would not tolerate a comparison between his brother and——, whom he styled 'cette bête'——. The Baron said of—— that, although he spoke with fluency forty-eight different languages, he talked as if his knowledge had been derived from hostlers. He did not and could not speak the language of literature." Mr. Sumner, in speaking of 'cette bete,' used the phrase "forty-hostler power." I asked the Senator if he met Thomas Carlyle when he was in England. He said that he did meet him at Sydney Smith's breakfast-table one morning, with perhaps a dozen others. "Suddenly Sydney, who was sitting at the head of the table, asked me how English literary reputation stood in America. "'We sometimes presume,' I said, 'to rejudge your judgments, to refuse to give a reputation where you give one, and to give a name when you withhold it.'" "An example! an example!" exclaimed Mr. Smith, in his careering style. "I felt very much embarrassed. Here A Gun with a History. Mr. William B. Winans has in his possession a remarkable gun, and one that has an unwritten and partly an unknown history more remarkable than the weapon itself. As to where it was made, or by what train of circumstances its death-dealing crack became a terror along the Tennessee and Cumberland rivers during the early years of the late war, we shall not pretend to say. Certain it is that many a Federal soldier hit the dust during the Fort Donelson and Shiloh campaigns, being laid low by the buzzing ball which sped from her dread muzzle, the trigger drawn with steady finger, infallible sight, and deadly aim. The very sound of the gun became known and familiar, and an ominous one along infantry skirmish lines and among the sharp-shooters. Near the time of the battle of Shiloh some infantry had been employed in skirmish or reconnoitering duty in the deep-tangled woods. Crack, bang, boom roared at intervals the old gun in the distance, at every discharge laying a soldier stiff and stark in death with unerring accuracy. Shift their positions as they might, the gun would bang away, and with a hiss and a thud, there would be one soldier less. The direction of the firing was ascertained, and the entire regiment or party was ordered to charge toward it without knowledge where or what it was. On they wont, losing a man at every few paces. Nothing was accomplished, and the party returned, leaving the murderous gun cracking away as they retreated. Shortly afterward the old fire-lock was heard again with her murderous music." It was resolved at all hazards to find and cap- used the phrase "forty-hostler power." I asked the Senator if he met Thomas Carlyle when he was in England. He said that he did meet him at Sydney Smith's breakfast-table one morning, with perhaps a dozen others. "Suddenly Sydney, who was sitting at the head of the table, asked me how English literary reputation stood in America." "We sometimes presume," I said, "to rejudge your judgments, to refuse to give a reputation where you give one, and to give a name when you withhold it." "An example! an example!" exclaimed Mr. Smith, in his careering style. "I felt very much embarrassed. Here I was, a young Yankee Doodle—to use the expression of Mr. Carlyle—at the table of the greatest wit, probably, that England ever saw, singled out by him to maintain a position which I had advanced. But I did not feel inclined to let the matter go by default. So I said at once: "Carlyle!" "Carlyle!" said Smith. "We don't know him here. What have you got to say for Carlyle?" "I said: 'I am not an indiscriminate admirer of Carlyle. I find much in him to criticise; but I have always been impressed with his genius. He seems to write as if by flushes of lightning.'" "This declaration seemed to surprise the company, with the exception of one gentleman, whom I observed to listen very attentively." "When the conversation was resumed, he rose and came near me and placed his card in my hand. You know it is not the custom in England to introduce guests to each other, as is customary with us." "Mr. Sumner," he said. "I thank you for what you have said of Carlyle. I am the only man here who appreciates him. This is my card. I shall be obliged for yours and desire to visit you." "It was Richard Moncton Milnes, the poet, member of Parliament and man of fashion, of whom I presume you have heard!" I had heard of him. "This," resumed the Senator, "this was my introduction to Mr. Moncton Milnes. I believe my remarks were reported to Carlyle, and I do not think they displensed him. This was many years ago, before Mr. Carlyle's reputation was established in England. "I visited Mr. Carlyle. I found his conversation bore the same relation to his published works as the conversation of authors generally bear to their published writings. There is always a resemblance. The conversation is on a lower tone—more diffuse and more familiar. His conversation was racy, suggestive, thoughtful, matter-filled." —José Redpath, in N.Y., Independent. Raymond, the Actor. This is what happened to John Raymond, the American actor. John went into Madame Tussaud's exhibition of waxworks. He was tired, and so sat down in an old chair. He had not observed the number placarded over his head, which indicated that he was occupying the seat of a wax figure removed for repairs. The crowd soon gathered around him, and at first Raymond thought he was subjected to the common process of being stared at because he was an actor; and then it flashed across his face laying a soldier stiff and stark in death with unerring accuracy. Shift their positions as they might, the gun would bang away, and with a hiss and a thud, there would be one soldier less. The direction of the firing was ascertained, and the entire regiment or party was ordered to charge toward it without knowledge where or what it was. On they went, losing a man at every few paces. Nothing was accomplished, and the party returned, leaving the murderous gun cracking away as they retreated. Shortly afterward the old fire-lock was heard again with her murderous music.* It was resolved at all hazards to find and capture the infernal machine. After persistent efforts, a tall, raw-boned, grizzled-bearded, large-sized Texas ranger was discovered in the foliage of a tall tree, from among the branches of which he was picking off his foes, as well as he had picked off hundreds before. With his iron visage, piercing eye and unquailing nerve, there he sat, fierce as the untimed jaguar. Brought to bay, he continued to load and shoot with deadly aim till brought down, and the famous gun was captured. It afterward fell into the hands of the late Bone Lucas, and finally friend Winans became and is now its custodian. It is a gun of immense caliber, being nearly eight feet long, with a smooth bore, single-barrel, large enough to admit of a small-sized walnut. It is quite a curiosity, and an interesting relic of the past, and could its muzzle talk, it could tell of many death-shots that had passed its steel-rimmed and blazing lips. —Boiling Green (Ky) Paragraph. Agriculture in Greece. In Greece the yearly production of grain is inadequate for the supply of the inhabitants, who, like all Southern nations, consume a larger amount of bread and less meat than is the case in England, Germany, and the northern parts of France, etc. Consequently from £500,-000 to £600,000 are annually expended in the purchase of foreign corn, which under improved systems of taxation, communication, and cultivation, might easily be produced in this country. Scarcely any pains have been bestowed to improve the breed of cattle in the Kingdom of Greece since its independence. The oxen are small, and generally ill-nourished, and the sheep likewise. But little care is taken to provide the flocks and herds with proper folds in winter, when the mountains and sometimes the plains are covered with snow, or to supply them with fodder under such circumstances, the consequences being that many sheep and lambs perish during severe seasons, from frost and snow. The wool crop is nearly all shipped to America via Patras, in an unwashed state. The cultivation of the cotton plant assumes every year larger proportions, owing to the requirements of the numerous spinning factories established in the country, of which there are about 15, turning out altogether 30,000 spindles, and producing 200,000 bundles of twist per annum. The land-holders are thus encouraged to cultivate cotton, as they are sure of disposing of it for local consumption. Besides which, if the staple is clean and white, it is preferred to the Turkish at Marseilles. For Raymond, the Actor. This is what happened to John Raymond, the American actor. John went into Madame Tussaud's exhibition of waxworks. He was tired, and so sat down in an old chair. He had not observed the number placarded over his head, which indicated that he was occupying the seat of a wax figure removed for repairs. The crowd soon gathered around him, and at first Raymond thought he was subjected to the common process of being stared at because he was an actor; and then it flashed across his fun-loving brain that he was being mistaken for a wax figure, for one of the ladies exclaimed, "How very life-like and natural to be sure! Who is it?" Catalogues were hastily searched, and Raymond humored the joke by sitting very still and glaring with his expressive eyes. This was not so pleasant as it first appeared, for a man said directly, "Well, I rather think he is the ugliest little fellow I ever saw!" "It is positively the most horrible-looking creature in the place—who is it?" asked a lady. The number was found and the account read out: "Tom Thug, the cruelest murderer ever hung—cut the throats of a whole family of fourteen persons for the trifling sum of ten pounds eight shillings and sixpence." "Well, I'll be hanged," cried Raymond, jumping to his feet, "if it is possible to make a charge in England without tacking on that miserable sum of sixpence! Here is the late Mr. Thomas Thug, charged with a wholesale assassination, and they had to clap on that sixpence! I believe the late Mr. Thug was swindled." The crowd laughed and screamed at the sudden and startling effect. One, more cool, said, "Oh, bother, that is an old game here! This little fellow is hired to do this. Madame Tussaud pays him one pound six shillings—" "If you say sixpence," cried Raymond, "I'll make the number of the murdered an even fifteen!" Switzerland contains at present no less than 500 hotels and boarding-houses for strangers; of these about fifty are establishments of the first-class and are owned by joint stock companies. In 1874 255,000 tourists visited Switzerland, of whom 65,000 crossed the Gothard Mountains; about 28,000 crossed the Simplon or Splügen, and 100,000 ascended the Higi, mainly by the railway. The greater number of tourists now visit the Bernese Oberland. The wool crop is nearly all shipped to America, via Patras, in an unwashed state. The cultivation of the cotton plant assumes every year larger proportions, owing to the requirements of the numerous spinning factories established in the country, of which there are about 15, turning out altogether 30,000 spindles, and producing 200,000 bundles of twist per annum. The land-holders are thus encouraged to cultivate cotton, as they are sure of disposing of it for local consumption. Besides which, if the staple is clean and white, it is preferred to the Turkish at Marseilles. For the above reasons the cultivation of the cotton plant in Greece is now becoming an important consideration for the agriculturist. The Valonia crop collected in Acarnania is liable to vary in quantity, and to be much smaller in dry seasons when no rain fails after the acorn has set. The principal portion is shipped to England, and the remainder to Italy and Trieste. Mark Lane Express. Keeping Apples.—A report in the N.Y.Times says: "We have tried many ways for the safe keeping of apples, but we find none better than to put them into clean barrels and head them up tightly, so as to exclude all the air and light possible, and store them in cool, dark, dry cellars. The nearer apples can be kept to the freezing point, (32 deg.Fahrenheit), the longer and better they will keep. If the mercury in the cellar sinks a few degrees below this point, apples well headed up in the barrels will not suffer, as wood is a non-conductor of heat, and the life of the apple slabs in resisting cold just as the life of the tree resists the rigors of winter. As the apples is the fruit of this country, and is so conducive to health and comfort, it is worth while to put up a few barrels with special reference to next summer's use. For this purpose select the late keeping varieties, such as Newton Pippins, Roxbury Russets, or even Northern Spys, and after the barrels are filled, shade down among them some plaster.(gypnum), till all the interests are filled. This keeps out the air so effectually that they are virtually canned, and come out the next summer almost as fresh as when picked. We have known Roxbury Russets keep perfectly fresh for two years packed in this manner." Water is so dear in San Francisco that it is proposed to raise the price of mixed drinks.