anaheim-gazette 1877-10-27

ANAHEIM VOL 8. Childhood. Merry and joyous, loving and gay, Laughing so sweetly this fair summer day; Plucking each floweret for mere casting down, Smiling thro' weeping, with never a frown; Contented with little, and craving naught more, Pleasure thy guide, and love thy sole lore; Happy in living, ay, happy in health, Richest in giving, nor hoarding thy wealth; No thought of the future, no pain from the past, The present but charms, by no clouds overcast; Mirth is thy comrade, and music and joy, Each day brings new pleasures that have no alloy; No care for the morrow, for food, or for home, Thou thankest but God for his gifts as they come; O Childhood! O Childhood! how blest is thy time! Like bells from the steeple that so sweetly chime! Ever joyous and happy, no stain and no blot To sully Youth's page—to dim its bright lot; Like a brook to the river, thy young life shall go, The rippling be lost in Manhood's stern flow. Grave duties await thee to tame down thy heart, Great hopes shall elate thee, yet lowly thy part. Sadness and sighing in Manhood thou'lt know, Weary life's ebbing, and weary its flow! Yet keep the fair page of thy Childhood and "Injuns coming—Injuns blow way up high!" We searched all around for two hours, but the key was not to be found, and the incident created much ill-feeling among the men. It was agreed that one man should keep watch of Our Fool for two or three days and see if he would not betray himself. Both remained in the cave, but in some way the idiot crept out unnoticed and was absent for three or four hours. When he returned he was more silly than usual, and as he moved around he kept calling out: “Got all fixed—got all fixed.” That night he went on duty as usual. Having a slight fever I was nervous and restless, and at eleven o'clock I awoke and heard him talking to the dogs. At one o'clock I awoke again, and he was missing. I got up and walked down the path a hundred feet, and though the dogs came to me nothing could be seen of Our Fool. I thought he had been seized with some new fancy and had perhaps absconded altogether, and going back to the cave soon fell into a sound sleep. Half an hour before daybreak several things occurred to arouse every man in the party in an instant. The walls and floors of the cave trembled, dirt rattled down into our faces, fierce screams rent the air, and then came a blinding flash and a report which made "old Tom Jones" tremble in every nook and crevice. We leaped up and ran out in the wildest alarm, and no one could yet say what had aroused us, when Our Fool came down from the wall between path and gulch as nimply as a squirrel. “大 noise—great fire—hurt 'em awful bad!” he shouted as he danced around us, and that's all the satisfaction we could get. A Feejeean The following sad details; it occurred ken, and may serve the lish civilization and jeean mind and mode four years ago Ravus cipal chief of Waia islands the most west the Yasawas. About venu Feejeean govern formed and the plant blessed with a traverse and institutions down one of the planters w a court-house was posse of native poli need hardly be said things were a mystery even close to Levukia ened of them could brought to understand government. At a troubled himself ve new nata-ni-tu, as called by the natives the old Feejeean style there was a young made love to all the y content with that, her tions to the married jeeans are a jealous mob of angry huaba this young fellow to who, with the advice full council, decided was to be buturakaer as we whites call it. is an institution peculiar unfortunate is knock natives dance and jun is insensible and ne seldom recovers thorc or rather a bad Ever joyous and happy, no stain and no blot To sully Youth's page—to dim its bright lot; Like a brook to the river, thy young life shall go, The rippling be lost in Manhood's stern flow. Grave duties await thee to tame down thy heart, Great hopes shall clate thee, yet lowly thy part. Sadness and sighing in Manhood thou'lt know, Weary life's ebbing, and weary its flow! Yet keep the fair page of thy Childhood and Youth, Unrestrained and unsullied, clear, fair as the Truth. "Our Fool." When the "Medina Party," as we were called, were mining in Nevada, in 1858-9, the redskins made it their business not only to hunt for scalps, but to find them. There were twenty-four of us in the party, and in August we were in a camp called, "Old Tom Jones." The diggings were good, and we had the camp so secured as to insure the Indians a warm reception whenever they took a notion to visit us. A sentinel was posted during the day to watch for the enemy, and at night we all retired under a shelving rock in the face of a cliff fifty feet high. This cave, as it might be called, could only be approached by one path, as we thought, and as there were three dogs in camp none of the miners were asked to stand watch. Running parallel with this path to a point within thirty feet of the cave was a gulch, down which ran a stream of water in the spring and fall. It was dry at this time and the bed of gravel was a foot thick. Any one sneaking down this gulch could come within thirty feet of the cave, but would be separated from it by a wall of rock about twenty feet high. This wall could easily be scaled from the gulch, and a party gaining the crest of it could look down into the cave, almost—could at least shoot down all who attempted to leave it. Such was the general situation on the 5th day of August, when "Our Fool" made his appearance. He was a man about thirty years of age, poorly dressed, even for that country, and his face wore the silly look of a born idiot. As he came into the diggings he carried his hat in his hand and grinned like a baboon over a big stick of candy. "Who ar' ye, and what do ye want?" growled one of the men, as the stranger halted before him. "Te-he! Te-he!" laughed the fool, in his silly way. "Boys, here's a regular born fool!" shouted the miner, and as the men gathered around the fellow swung his hat by a string and called out: "The cow jumped over the moon—te-he! te-he!" It was plain that he was a fool. Where he came from and how he had reached us no one could guess, but after a talk among themselves, the miners decided to let him stay around until he got ready to go. Our Fool was soon at home. He had the appetite of a wolf, and we couldn't things occurred to arouse every man in the party in an instant. The walls and floors of the cave trembled, dirt rattled down into our faces, fierce screams rent the air, and then came a blinding flash and a report which made "old Tom Jones" tremble in every nook and crevice. We leaped up and ran out in the wildest alarm, and no one could yet say what had aroused us, when Our Fool came down from the wall between path and gulch as nimply as a squirrel. "Big noise—great fire—hurt 'em awful bad!" he shouted as he danced around us, and that's all the satisfaction we could get. The miners soon came to the conclusion that our keg of powder had been exploded near by, and as soon as daylight crept into the hills we climbed the wall. It was an awful sight we saw in the gulch below. The dry bed of the stream was torn full of great holes, and great spots of blood stained the walls almost to our feet. On the gravel were blackened and burned bodies, arms, legs, heads, and parts of trunks—enough to account for at least fifteen Indians. Had a shell exploded down there in the midst of a crowd of soldiers the havoc could not have been worse. There were bows and arrows, shattered rifles, scalping knives bent and broken, and the horrible odor of burning flesh filled the whole gulch. Our Fool was down there, grinning and rubbing his hands, but no explanations were needed from him. That gulch had been overlooked by us. The Indians had discovered it, and they had planned to creep down it, scale the wall, and from thence get a plunging fire on the mouth of the cave. They would have been safe from return shots, and could have killed every miner who showed his head. Our Fool had seen this. He had stolen the keg of powder and laid a mine in the gravelly bed of the gulch right where the Indians would scale the wall. How he knew that they would appear on that particular night we could not surmise, but it seemed that he did know it, for he deserted his post to scale the wall and be ready. He probably fired the powder with a slow-match, but we could never find out how it was arranged. The explosion took place just as the savages had collected in a body over the keg, and nearly a score of them had literally been blown to fragments. If there were others, they lost no time in limping away, probably so badly frightened that they did not hunt for scalps for the next three months. Well, that was Our Fool, and that was the trap he laid, and before climbing out of the gulch we all shook hands with him and— "Resolved. That we've got the cutest, smartest and wisest fool in America." He seemed to feel that he ought to reply, and swinging his hat around he yelled out: "Woke boys all up in a hurry—te-he-he!—M. Quad, in Detroit Free Press. LITTLE BY LITTLE.—If you are gaining little by little every day be content. Are your expenses less than your income, so that, though it be little, you are yet constantly accumulating and growing richer and richer every day? Be content; made love to all your content with that; he tensions to the married jeeces are a jealous hobbit; this young fellow to who, with the advice full council, decided it was to be buturakaeda as we whites call it. is an institution pecunious unfortunate is knocknatives dance and jurris insensible and new seldom recovers thorns—or rather a bad—bene Some doubtless, off were among the parties the gay deceiver, be out their orders so weeks after, the young effects. In the old times natives would have right," and the matter But now there was lawwarden ordered the After some trouble he render, and was confined awaiting trial. Not Feejecean as the slow lish law, and poor Raw So one day he asked if be allowed a walk; him, and all sat down tree. After a time they get some ivis, and cliffthe purpose. When he called out to his astonishment he was going to throw headlong. "Tell your he," that I am a chie chief; that I can't sue of being imprisoned like punishment given to me was just—he was a ba chief, and had a rig vakaviti" (after the re So saying, he threw his back, and died show. In a day or two the death reached Waia, away from each little village; cocoa-nut grove; for the "Turaga," as they call wife; Lan Wai (to stirl ing), and young daughter only); made up their chief should not go Hades; but have some look after him there. tied'a rope between their necks; and selves after the old These people had been years, but evidently be traditions still. And now she taunt this unfortunate Wai cily is told in many A cool evenings; as they under the shade of their coanut trees; and they dren hear with a thrill that mysterious natura-hurled a Feejecean chie tate; and sent him an end and daughter premature of their Maker—Harper "Te-he! Te-he!" laughed the fool, in his silly way. "Boys, here's a regular born fool!" shouted the miner, and as the men gathered around the fellow swung his hat by a string and called out: "The cow jumped over the moon—te-he! te-he!" It was plain that he was a fool. Where he came from and how he had reached us no one could guess, but after a talk among themselves, the miners decided to let him stay around until he got ready to go. Our Fool was soon at home. He had the appetite of a wolf, and we couldn't get a stroke of work out of him. The very first night of his arrival, however, he armed himself with a club and paced up and down the path like a sentinel, and we heard him muttering: "I see Injuns—they can't see me!" He paced up and down all night long, and next night he took the post again without a word being said. No one thought him any protection to the camp, and yet I think we all felt a little safer in knowing that some one was moving about and keeping the dogs active and vigilant. After Our Fool had been in the camp a week the Indians became unusually numerous. The day sentinel reported seeing them on the hills around us, and one night they certainly came close enough to our cave to give the alarm to the dogs. Up to this time Our Fool, as everybody called him, had slept most of the day, and had been very quiet. Next day after the alarm he was noticed on the ridge dividing the gulch from the path, and he was up there and in the gulch so much of the time during the next three or four days that one of the men remarked: "I guess Our Fool has discovered a rich thing up there." One morning it was discovered that our keg of powder was missing. We all had fire-arms and a personal supply of powder in our horns, but this twenty-five pound keg which had been bought with company funds to fall back on in case of necessity, had been taken from the cave by someone, and there was a deep mystery about it. None of the men could be charged with the theft, as no one wanted to leave or could carry it down the mountain and sell it. The dogs couldn't take it, it couldn't carry itself off, and the only thing left was to declare that Our Fool had stolen it. He was cuffed and shaken around, and some of the men wanted him whipped, but all he could or would say was: A Feejeean Tragedy. The following sad story is correct in its details; it occurred within the writer's ken, and may serve to illustrate how English civilization and laws affect the Feejeean mind and mode of thought. About four years ago Ravuso-Ioni was the principal chief of Waia, one of a group of islands the most westerly in Feejee, called the Yasawas. About that time the parvenu Feejeean government had just been formed and the planters and natives were blessed with a travesty of English laws and institutions down in the Yasawas; one of the planters was made a warden, a court-house was established, and a posse of native police sent down. It need hardly be said that these proceedings were a mystery to the natives; and even close to Levuka the more enlightened of them could at first hardly be brought to understand the idea of any government. At all events, Ravuso troubled himself very little about the new nata-ni-tu, as the government was called by the natives, but carried on in the old Feejeean style of his fathers. Now there was a young man in Wala who made love to all the young girls; and not content with that, he also paid his attentions to the married women. The Feejeeans are a jealous lot, and by and by a mob of angry husbands complained of this young fellow to their chief Ravuso, who, with the advice of the old men in full council, decided that this gay lover was to be buturakaei, or turkey-tramped, as we whites call it. This buturakaising is an institution peculiar to Feejee. The unfortunate is knocked down, and the natives dance and jump on him until he is insensible and nearly dead. A man seldom recovers thoroughly from a good wound. Tight-Lacing. Did you ever find one woman who was willing to own that she drew her own corset-strings too tight? Oh, dear, no! She always wears her clothes quite comfortable. At night, when she takes off her clothes, there are great red creases in her flesh, where the bones have bent inward. But she never flings them away; she must get herself into shape if she dies for it; and in spite of sideaches and headaches she clings to her tormentors. Ask her if her dress is too tight, and she will answer, "Oh, no, just see here;" and she will draw in her breath and pinch the waist of it up between her fingers, but were it not for the restraining power of corsets she would not have a button left on the dress body. I am not an old woman, but I have seen in my time young ladies crying bitterly from pain caused by tight-lacing, but they would not loosen one inch of the corset-string. Oh, no! They must get themselves into shape, and after getting in shape they must stay, or die. We American women talk with abhorrence of the Chinese foot torture, but is it any more revolting than our own custom of reducing the waist to absolute deformity? I blush to acknowledge that I have been one of the class who considered corsets a support. But thanks to a dear friend, who lead me out of darkness into light, I am free from bondage. What does a healthy body need of a support? Let us see what the corset does. It crowds every one of the important internal organs closely together. This of course gives them a downward tendency. It dwarfs the moral and intellectual nature of woman, robs her of beauty of countenance and grace of motion. There need be no fear of me. "Starved." Habberton's new book, "Some Folks," has the following sketch: Sam's wife is very ill and she has sent for Sam to come to her bedside; the doctor and nurses leave the husband and wife together. "Sam," doctor says I ain't got much time left." Mary," said Sam, "I wish ter God I could die for yer. The children—" It's them! I want to talk about Sam," replied his wife. "An', I wish that they could die with me rather'n hev 'em live ez I've hed ter. Not that you ain't been a kind husband to me, for you hev: Whenever I wanted meat yev got it, somehow; an' when yev been ugly drunk yev kept away from the house. But I'm dyin', Sam, and it's cos you've killed me." "Good God, Mary!" cried the astonished Sam, jumping up. "Sure crazy—here, doctor!" Doctor can't do no good, Sam; keep still and listen, if yer love me like yer once said yer did, fur I hevn't got much breath left." gasped the woman. Mary," said the aggrieved Sam, "I swown to God I dunno what yer drivin' at." It's jest this, Sam," replied the woman, "yer tuk me, tellin' me ye'd love me an' honor me an' perfect me. Yer mean to say, now, yev done it? I'm a-dynin, Sam, and I ain't got no favors to ask of nobody, an' I'm tellin' the truth, not knowin' what word 'it be my last." Then tell a feller where the killin' came in, Mary, for Heaven's sake," said the unhappy Sam. "It come along, Sam," said the woman. "There is women in the States, so how? A few this eclipsed day thru all full know he is wi twinkling merchant firm vow not seen wasn't after a work. On the stay all little for luctance night was ripe discover scissor said her nights. But I think something got orc for her elapsed passed urally, witness opportunity to seize found minutely. A Female Strategist of 1812. Some doubtless, of the jealous friends were among the party that buturkaed the gay deceiver, because they carried out their orders so well that, in three weeks after, the young fellow died from the effects. In the old times most of us whites and natives would have said, "Serve him right," and the matter would have ended. But now there was law in the land; the warden ordered the arrest of Ravnso. After some trouble he was coaxed to surrender, and was confined at Somo-Somo, awaiting trial. Nothing so puzzles a Feejeean as the slow procedure of English law, and poor Ravnso pined in prison. So one day he asked his Ban (jailers) to be allowed a walk; they accompanied him, and all sat down under a large ivy tree. After a time the chief proposed to get some ivis, and climbed the tree for the purpose. When he got to the top he called out to his astonished guards that he was going to throw himself down headlong. "Tell your white judge," said he, "that I am a chief, and the son of a chief; that I can't survive the disgrace of being imprisoned like a felon; that the punishment given to the man of mine was just—he was a bad man; that I am a chief, and had a right to punish him vakavit" (after the manner of Feejee.) So saying, he threw himself down, broke his back, and died shortly afterward. In a day or two the news of the chief's death reached Waia, and a wail went up from each little village embowered in its cocoa-nut grove, for the death of their "Turaga," as they call their chiefs. His wife, Lau Wai (to strike water as in fishing), and young daughter (fifteen years only), made up their minds that their chief should not go unaccompanied to Hades, but have some one to cook and look after him there. So one night they tied a rope between two trees, twisted it round their necks, and so strangled themselves after the old Feejeean fashion. These people had been Christians ten years, but evidently believed in their old traditions still. And now the sad tale of the death of this unfortunate Wai chief and his family is told in many a Feejeean hamlet in the cool evenings, as the sun goes down under the shade of the lofty ivis and coocanut trees; and the women and children hear with a thrill of the power of that mysterious nata-nitn whose action hurled a Feejeean chief from his high estate, and sent him and his devoted wife and daughter prematurely before the face of their Maker.—Harper's Weekly. A Female Strategist of 1812. Mary, said the aggrieved Sam, "I swon to God I dunno what yer drivin' at." It's jest this, Sam," replied the woman, "yer tuk me, tellin' me ye'd love me an' honor me an' perfect me. Yer mean to say, now, yev done it? I'm a-dyn, Sam, and iain't no govors to ask of nobody, an' I'm tellin' the truth, not knowin' what word 'l'll be my last." Then tell a feller where the killin' came in, Mary, for Heaven's sake," said the unhappy Sam. "It's come along, Sam," said the woman. "There is women in the States, so I've heard, that marries for a home an' bread an' butter, but you promised more'n that, Sam. An' I've waited, an' it ain't come, an' there's somethin' in me that's all starved an' cut to pieces, an' it's your fault, Sam. I tuk yer fur better or fur wuss, an' I've never grumbled." "I know yer hain't, Mary," whispered the conscience-stricken Pike. "An' I know what yer mean. Ef God 'll only let yer be fur a few years I'll see of the thing can't be helped. Don't cuss me, Mary; I've never known how I've been a-goin'. I wish there was something I could do 'fore you go to pay yer all I owe yer. I'd go back on everything that makes life worth havin'." Pay it to the children, Sam," said the sick woman, raising herself in her miserable bed. "I'll forgive yer everything if you'll do the right thing for them. Do--do--everything!" said the woman, throwing up her arms and falling backward. Her husband's arm caught her; his lips brought to her wan face a smile, which the grim visitor, who an instant later stole her breath, pityingly left in full possession of the rightful inheritance from which it had been so long excluded. Poor Mary! Women with more refined, more cultivated husbands than yours have something in them "that's all starved and cut to pieces." Lying at Saratoga. We've got a fashionable young man in Saratoga whom we call the truthful man. Now, if there is anybody in this world who is a judge of truthfulness and who loves a truthful man, it is yours truly. This handsome young man's chief aim in life is to make everybody believe he spends $25,000 a year, when in fact, he only spends $5,000. The other day he went up to Glen's Falls and bought four poor, broken-down stage horses for $400. Then he banged their tails, sheared their fetlocks, hitched them to a dog-cart, and when they came up in front of the States he quietly turned round to the fellows and remarked: "Boys, I call that the handsomest $4,-000 matched team in Saratoga, I do!" And the joke of it is everybody is really fooled all about that team, and as a consequence, all Saratoga is wondering at his extravagance. This young man used to cover his rooms with catskin rugs, shade the windows, and then startle the young ladies by taking about ermine sent all the way from Siberia—a present from Count Demidoff. 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Double and failt ing a s will be ceded I wish there was something I could do 'fore you go to pay yer all I owe yer. I'd go back on everything that makes life worth havin'." Pay it to the children, Sam," said the sick woman, raising herself in her miserable bed. "I'll forgive yer everything if you'll do the right thing for them. Do--do--everything!" said the woman, throwing up her arms and falling backward. Her husband's arm caught her; his lips brought to her wan face a smile which the grim visitor, who an instant later stole her breath, pityingly left in full possession of the rightful inheritance from which it had been so long excluded. Poor Mary! Women with more refined, more cultivated husbands than yours have something in them "that's all starved and cut to pieces." Lying at Saratoga. We've got a fashionable young man in Saratoga whom we call the truthful man. Now if there is anybody in this world who is a judge of truthfulness and who loves a truthful man, it is yours truly. This handsome young man's chief aim in life is to make everybody believe he spends $25,000 a year, when in fact, he only spends $5,000. The other day he went up to Glen's Falls and bought four poor, broken-down stage horses for $400. Then he banged their tails，sheared their fetlocks，hitched them to a dog-cart，and when they came up in front of the States he quietly turned round to the fellows and remarked: "Boys，I call that the handsomest $4,-000 matched team in Saratoga，I do!" And the joke of it is everybody is really fooled all about that team，and as a consequence，all Saratoga is wondering at his extravagance. This young man used to cover his rooms with catskin rugs，shade the windows，and then startle the young ladies by taking about ermine sent all the way from Siberia—a present from Count Demidoff. One day，after taking champagne with its own guts that miniatured states tha And now the sad tale of the death of this unfortunate Wai chief and his family is told in many a Feejeean hamlet in the cool evenings, as the sun goes down under the shade of the lofty ivis and coconut trees; and the women and children hear with a thrill of the power of that mysterious nata-ni-tn whose action hurled a Feejeean chief from his high estate, and sent him and his devoted wife and daughter prematurely before the face of their Maker.—Harper's Weekly. A Female Strategist of 1812. Visitors to Scituate also always make it a point to visit Miss Rebecca W. Bates, who lives at the head of the harbor in an old-fashioned house. The elderly maiden lady, now in her eighty-fifth year, is as active as most people of sixty. She, with her old maid sister of eighty-two, distinguished herself during the war of 1812 by driving away the British soldiers who had started in barges from a man-of-war, to capture the flour with which two vessels were laden, lying at the head of the harbor. On this memorable day, all the men were away picking berries or doing something of that sort, and the captain, noticing by the aid of his glass that there was a seeming scarcity of men in the town, made up his mind to capture the flour. Miss Bates's father kept the light-house, and at the time she was nineteen years of age. She could play the fife, and her sister was good at beating the drum. Discovering the approach of the British, Rebecca evolved a bit of Yankee strategy. Hastening to the lighthouse, she and her sister concealing themselves, proceeded to play martial music at the head of an imaginary company of recruits. The British ceased rowing; they pricked up their ears, the life and drum going in the mean-time. Soon a signal from the captain of the ship in the distance warned the barge of danger, and, turning about, the British returned to the ship, Miss Rebecca W. Bates playing "Yankee Doodle" with all the spirit of which she was possessed. Man was born for action; he ought to do something. Work, at each step, awakens a sleeping force and roots out error. Who does nothing, knows nothing. Rise! To work! If thy knowledge is real, employ it. Wrestle with nature; test the strength of thy theories; see if they will support the trial—Act! Some sardines are packed in cottonseed oil. FISHASH — Wash a breakfast cupful of rice in two or three waters, drain. Get a small knuckle of veal, stew the veal slowly until half done, then add the rice, and an onion sliced, a blade of mace, a few white peppercorns, and, if liked, two or three cardamons. Cover close, and cook gently until the rice is done; season with salt to taste, serve very hot. INDIAN CORN PANCAKES.—One pint of Indian meal, one egg, beaten light, one pint of milk, a little salt; stir well together, and bake on a hot gridiron, in small cakes; butter, and send them up hot. Equal parts of Indian corn and English flour make excellent household bread and cakes. CALVES' FEET PRICASSEED.—Soak them three hours, simmer them in equal proportions of milk and water until they are sufficiently tender to remove the meat from the bones, in good sized pieces. Dip them in yolk of egg, cover with fine bread crumbs; pepper and salt them; fry a beautiful brown,and serve in white sauce. OYSTER PLANT SOUP.—Wash, scrape and cut in small round pieces. Boil in water with a little salt until very tender; then add water and milk to make as much broth as desired. Season with salt, pepper, butter, and lastly thicken slightly with a little flour stirred in cold water. Eat with crackers. MINT SAUCE.—Take some green mint and chop it fine; for every heaping table-spoonful of the chopped mint add one even teaspoonful of sugar and a wine-glassful of cider vinegar; put the vinegar and sugar in a sauce-boat, then add the mint; let it stand fifteen minutes before serving. INDIAN CORN BREAD.—Take one quart of corn meal and one quart of boiling water; wet the meal, let it stand till blood warm; then add two quarts of wheat flour, and half pint of yeast; let it rise; bake one hour and a-half. This quantity will make two loaves. BEETS.—Wash, but do not cut. Boil until tender, according to their size. Skin and slice them into a hot dish. Mix one tablespoonful of butter, one of vinegar, a little pepper and salt. Bring to a boil and pour over the beets; serve hot. ROAST LEG OF LAMB.—Let the fire be moderate, and roast the joint slowly, basting it frequently till done when it should be sprinkled with salt, and the gravy well freed from fat before serving. OUR CAKE.—Three cupfuls of flour, one and a half cupfuls sugar, one cupful butter, one cupful milk, one teaspoonful cream tartar, half a teaspoonful soda. BOYS, I call that the handsomest $4,-000 matched team in Saratoga, I do!" And the joke of it is everybody is really fooled all about that team,and as a consequence, all Saratoga is wondering at his extravagance. This young man used to cover his rooms with catskin rugs, shade the windows,and then startle the young ladies by taking about ermine sent all the way from Siberia—a present from Count Demidoff. One day, after taking champagne with a party of twelve in his room, I asked him how he could afford to wine so many large parties. "It must take a mint of money. You must be a perfect Croesus?" "No," he said. "It doesn't cost much,and as you are an old friend,我 don't mind telling you how I do it." "How!" I asked. Well, I sent my flare-top champagne glasses all over to New Jersey,and had a half-inch taken off the top.I had them fixed so that,with a lump of ice in the glass,a pint of Piper-Heidseick will fill fifteen glasses.A big invention,sir; ordinarily it would take two quart bottles.Oh,它 saves a mint of money." The other day he told some young ladies that he composed the "Nightingale Polka"—the original one—and that he is soon to issue two more bird polkas as good as the Nightingale. "Oh,做 tell us the names of them!" gushed the young ladies. "The canary bird and the bob-o-link polkas," he said. "How do you write this bird music,Mr. Simmons?" asked all of the young ladies at once. "Oh,我 take the canaries and bob-o-links,pack 'em in salt and ice,and put them in a refrigerator. Then when they sing the notes come out in a solid form—frozen stiff.Then all I have to do is to pick 'em up,make a wax impression,and from this impression cast the notes in zinc,and the printers then set them up like type.Oh,我不 mind everybody's knowing the secret!"—Eli Parkina,在 New York Sun. He that knows how to pray has the secret of safety in prosperity,and of support in trouble;the art of overcoming every enemy,and turning every loss to a gain;the power of soothing every care.of subduing every passion,and of adding a relish to every enjoyment."—William Jay. GAZETTE. NO. 2. How Some of Our Merchants Have Risen. A few years ago a large drug firm in this city advertised for a boy. The next day the store was thronged with applicants, among them a queer-looking little fellow, accompanied by a woman, who proved to be his aunt, in lieu of faithless parents, by whom he had been abandoned. Looking at this little waif, the merchant in the store said: "Can't take him; places all full; besides, he is too small." "I know he is small," said the woman; "but he is willing and faithful." There was a twinkle in the boy's eyes which made the merchant think again. A partner in the firm volunteered to remark that he "did not see that they wanted such a boy—he wasn't bigger than a pint of cider." But after a consultation the boy was set to work. A few days after a call was made on the boys in the store for some one to stay all night. The prompt response of the little fellow contrasted well with the reluctance of others. In the middle of the night the merchant looked in to see if all was right in the store, and presently discovered his youthful protege busy scissoring labels. "What are you doing?" said he; "I did not tell you to work nights." "I know you did not tell me so, but I thought I might as well be doing something." In the morning the cashier got orders to "double that boy's wages, for he is willing." Only a few weeks elapsed before a show of wild beasts passed through the streets, and, very naturally, all hands in the store rushed to witness the spectacle. A thief saw his opportunity, and entered at the rear door to seize something, but in a twinkling found himself firmly clutched by the diminutive clerk aforesaid, and after a recent discoveries at Pompeii. A recent visit to Pompeii, after a long interval, enables me to give you new and interesting details of that remarkable locality. About two-fifths of the city have already been disinterred, and the excavations are now being carried on by an average number of 100 men, towards the east or northeast. One must look in at the museum, where fresh bodies or their forms in plaster of Paris are constantly added. Years have passed since I was present at the first ingenious experiment which was made by the present Senator Floralli to recover the forms at least of the dead, so that it is with no slight interest that I regard any progress, and considerable progress has been made in the mode of preservation. It often happens, that from the superincumbent weight and other causes, the bones have been displaced—these are now removed from the debris as far as possible, so that the figure is not deformed by bones protruding from wrong places. This was first attempted in 1873, and has been continued ever since with great success. Perhaps the most beautiful figure in the collection is that of a young girl, exquisitely formed; she is lying on her face, while her hand was evidently attempting to cover her eyes. The folds of her dress, the very texture, and her hair are all sharply defined. Near her lay, and lies, a man on his back, and by his side was, and is, an iron rod, four feet long, with which it is supposed he was forcing a road. Close by is another female figure, with iron sandals attached to the feet, the bones of which are well preserved. Without lingering here any longer, however, let us pass on to the house in which an excavation was made in the replied the woman, "I what yer drivin' me ye'd love me det me. Yer mean it? I'm a-dyin, so favors to ask of in' the truth, not be my last." where the killin' heaven's sake," said the woman in the States, so for a home an' but you promised I've waited, an' somethin' in me cut to pieces, an' tuk yer fur betnever grumbled." Mary," whispered on Pike. "An' I Ef God 'll only sears I'll see of the Don't cuss me, and how been I've was something I pay yer all I owe everything that en, Sam," said the person in her mislive yer everything thing for them. said the woman, and falling backarm caught her; wan face a smile, who an instant pityingly left in rightful inheritment been so long exwith more refined, bands than yours Raratoga. able young man in the truthful land. body believe he when, in fact, he the other day he has bought four horses for $400. mails, sheared their to a dog-cart, and front of the States to the fellows handsomest $4,- Raratoga, I do!" everybody is realteam, and, as a aga is wondering used to cover his runs, shade the winthe young ladies sent all the way sent from Count champagne with discovered his youthful protege busy, scissoring labels. "What are you doing?" said he; "I did not tell you to work nights." "I know you did not tell me so, but I thought I might as well be doing something." In the morning the cashier got orders to "double that boy's wages, for he is willing." Only a few weeks elapsed before a show of wild beasts passed through the streets, and, very naturally, all hands in the store rushed to witness the spectacle. A thief saw his opportunity, and entered at the rear door to seize something, but in a twinkling found himself firmly clutched by the diminutive clerk aforesaid, and after a struggle was captured. Not only was a robbery prevented, but valuable articles taken from other stores were recovered. When asked by the merchant why he stained behind to watch when all others quit their work, he replied: "You told me never to leave the store when others were absent, and I thought I'd stay." Orders were immediately given once more: "Double that boy's wages; he is willing and faithful." To-day that boy is getting a salary of $2,500, and next January will become a member of the firm. Issuing Rations to Indians. The system of issuing rations is one peculiar to this agency, says a Baltimore Sun correspondent, writing from Yanktown, Dakota: The nation is divided into eight bands, which draw once a week, each band having its own day, being divided into lodges. Each lodge has a ticket showing the number of individuals. This is presented to the issue clerk, who punches it and deals out the rations, consisting of beef, bacon, flour, sugar and tobacco. For a large family this makes quite a load, but the squaws strap it on their shoulders and walk away, sometimes a distance of twelve or fifteen miles. Of late, many of the better class have built and are living in log cabins, though the tepees, made of muslin or flour sacks, are still quite common, and surrounded as they are by the browsing herds of cattle and ponies, present a very picturesque appearance. There is no doubt but these people have the finest land in the Territory, and only need to take advantage of the opportunities presented by nature, to become in a short time independent and thriving farmers. They are gradually being induced to move out of the Missouri bottom and break land on the prairies—a good step towards preventing the "jumping" of their reservation by racially whites. Many among them still cling to the blanket and breech-clout, and are as fond as ever of sitting on the prairie, taking the little looking-glass which nearly all carry, and smearing streaks of red and yellow paint over their noses and around their eyes. They have their dances, too, and are all well armed. Some of the older men talk a great deal of the day when the bluffs all along here were full of buffalo, and the Pawnees and Gras-Ventres gave them occasional opportunities for raids and skirmishes. A thoughtful mother writes to ask us to give publicity to a little scheme of hers that reflects credit upon her determination to keep up with the times. She states that her family consists of eight Perhaps the most beautiful figure in the collection is that of a young girl, exquisitely formed; she is lying on her face, while her hand was evidently attempting to cover her eyes. The folds of her dress, the very texture, and her hair are all sharply defined. Near her lay, and lies, a man on his back, and by his side was, and is, an iron rod, four feet long, with which it is supposed he was forcing a road. Close by is another female figure, with iron sandals attached to the feet, the bones of which are well preserved. Without lingering here any longer, however, let us pass on to the house in which an excavation was made in the spring, in honor of our princess. The objects found there and then, of no great value, were presented to her royal highness; they are an amphora, a necklace with eighty-four pieces of coral, a mass of paint of yellow color and a few other articles. In this house was a shop for "warm drinks," two or three good frescoes adorn the wall, and oil jars are sunk in marble slabs. That comparatively so little of the treasures of the Pompeiani is found is easily explained by the fact that the inhabitants who had escaped, and thieves broke into the houses, especially between the earthquake and the eruption, and carried off all articles of value. Most of the houses have indications of these visits in the modern mason-work, which closes a hole. I am not aware that what are called the "water castles" have been sufficiently noted, perhaps for the reason that most have been carelessly destroyed. One however, has lately been discovered, and propped up and bound round with iron. They were buildings for supplying the neighboring houses with water. The top was a large vasca, to which water was carried up by leaden pipes, a great number of which still lie under the level of the ground. By pipes the water was again distributed from house to house from the vasca. The Sarno, which supplies it, still runs underneath Pompeii, and its impurity is evident from the deposits which have been formed on the walls of the castle; its continual dropping has covered them with a kind of stalactite. Further examination shows that these deposits correspond exactly with the stone with which a great part of Pompeii was built. The stone was brought from Sarno on the river of the same name, which thus supplied the inhabitants with building material and drinking water. The spot on which excavations are actually carried on now is called the bathing establishment. It is an immense hall, and is still half full of pumice stone; but in the very center of the mass, after many feet of soil had been removed, there were found last month; four human skeletons, one of a woman, and by them were the following precious objects, which they were evidently carrying off. In gold, two necklaces, consisting of ninety-four pieces, representing ivy leaves, two carrings, a chain with an emerald. In silver, two casseroles, a large looking-glass, three vases, a ladle, six large spoons, sixteen smaller spoons, two forms for making pastry, like scallop shells; all are well preserved and highly decorated.-Correspondence London Athenaeum. Doing Good.-A few years since a A thoughtful mother writes to ask us to give publicity to a little scheme of hers that reflects credit upon her determination to keep up with the times. She states that her family consists of eight unmarried daughters, and that the business depression naturally absorbs the young men so that they have no time for visiting. At least they never frequent her house. On and after this date, however, a raffle will be held by Mrs. Zug and her daughters at nine punctually each evening. The prizes will consist of silk dresses, saddles, tea-sets, furniture, bed-quilts, and other seductive articles of matrimonial suggestiveness. Any young man who utilizes his prizes in the above family, will also receive a parlor carpet and a set of chromos. If our theatre managers think they are to do all this gift-show business, they are mistaken. The male public urgently invited.—S. F. News-Letter. Good Character.—The other evening a very excited man called at the Chicago Central Police Station, and demanded a warrant for the arrest of his neighbor for slander. He was told how to bring about such a result; and then he wanted to know what damage he could recover. "What is the slander?" asked the chief officer. "Why, he says I stole two hogs, and was sent to jail!" "And didn't you steal two hogs?" "I did." "And didn't you go to jail?" "Yes, sir." "Well, then, how can it be slander for him to say so?" asked the officer. "Well, I just want you to understand," shouted the indignant man, "that a fellow can steal two pigs and go to jail, and still have a big pile of good character left!" Not long before the death of Frederick the Great several of his ministers came to him as usual. "I have not closed my eyes all night," said the king, "and in the morning, when I feel disposed to sleep, I am obliged to attend to business." "Your Majesty," replied Garx, "might surely have indulged yourself." "What!" rejoined the king, looking standfastly at him; "do you suppose I am paid by the state to do nothing?" Removed, there were found last month; four human skeletons, one of a woman, and by them were the following precious objects, which they were evidently carrying off. In gold, two necklaces, consisting of ninety-four pieces, representing ivy leaves, two earrings, a chain with an emerald. In silver, two casseroles, a large looking-glass, three vases, a ladle, six large spoons, sixteen smaller spoons, two forms for making pastry, like scallop shells; all are well preserved and highly decorated.—Correspondence London Athenaeum. Doing Good.—A few years since a wealthy gentleman of Paris, who lived in idleness, at length became weary of life, and left his house one evening with the intention of drowning himself in the river Seine; it being yet twilight when he arrived at its bank, he concluded to walk about a short time, till it was darker, so that it should not be discovered. While thus engaged, he put his hand in his pocket and felt a purse, which was filled with gold; he concluded to go and find some poor family, and give it to them, as it would do no one any good, it he cast himself into the river with the money. He soon found a dwelling that bespoke poverty within; he entered it, and there he beheld the mother of the family stretched on a bed of sickness, and six children in rags, and crying for bread. He gave them his purse of gold, and immediately their tears of sorrow were transformed to tears of joy; and their gratitude was so ardent and simple to their benefactor, as to fill his heart with joy and peace; and he exclaimed: "I did not know that there was so much happiness in doing good. I abandon the idea of killing myself, and will devote the remnant of my life to doing good." He did so, and was much distinguished for his deeds of benevolence. Boys, don't swear; as you cherish the good opinion of people, don't use profane language. It doesn't make you any more of a man, but it does make you less respected boy. Your father may swear, but it makes him shudder to hear you do it. Your mother may not be a Christian, but it paints her to know that you do swear. It corrupts the mind and lowers your own self-respect. It cannot possibly do you any good—then don't swear. Promise yourself you won't, and keep your covenant. If you don't begin, you will not have any desire to do it. Don't swear, boys, don't swear. SPOTTED-TAIL is now swept sixty.