anaheim-gazette 1880-04-10

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE. . . Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. Don't Spend Your Money Till It's Earned. BY BERTHA LIEBAN. You're starting out in life, my boy, Your fortune yet to make, And here's a bit of good advice, Which I hope you will take: Don't spend your money till it's earned! Let this your motto be; And in the long years yet to some, It value you will see. Don't hasten to get rich, my boy, Let not greed make you blind, For slow and steady is the road To fortune, you will find. Keep clear of debt! I know, my boy, Temptation will be great, But if you yield, you surely will Regret it, when too late. Remember that it is a rock That many a life will wreck; And abun it as you would the plague— Don't ever run in debt! Last Days of Haydn. Haydn completed his last great work, the oratorio of the Four Seasons, and, exhausted, fell back in his arm-chair: "Joseph, I have done," he said, in a weak, thin voice. "I am thankful for that, master," was the reply of his faithful servant. "The Seasons are completed: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Joseph, spring can never return to me." "Oh, say not so, sir! You are still hale and vigorous, although you have of late greatly overtasked yourself; but be guided by me, and lay aside your pen for a few days, and we shall soon have our beloved master moving about us in renewed strength." "It is idle, my good Joseph, to talk thus. You remember my beloved friend and pupil, Mozart?" "One of his country can never forget him." "You know the fatal presentiment, which lingered over his last work? Even so in regard to mine. I do not think that I shall be called from these scenes immediately, but I know my end is drawing near." "My master must not let these gloomy fancies possess him." "Cimarosa and Mozart both have At the close of the concert Haydn bowed his thanks to his kind audience, and then, turning to the orchestra, which numbered many of his old companions, with upraised hands he pronounced a solemn benediction on them all. Thus he took his sad but glorious leave of the public. The excitement incident to Haydn's public appearance proved too much for him, and his remaining powers were greatly shattered. Still he lingered until he entered the seventy-eighth year of his life. He frequently desired to be brought to his piano, but his tremulous fingers could only snatch a few chords before the vertigo seized him, and he was compelled to desist. "Joseph," said he, one morning, "they tell me that my pupil is becoming great. Where is he, and why does he not visit his old master and friend?" "Of whom is my good master speaking?" asked the servant. "Of Mozart, to be sure." "Alas! sir, you forget that he died long since." "Dead! Mozart dead? Why, he was but a boy!" "My master cannot have forgotten his splendid requiem and the occasion on which it was performed?" "True, Joseph; I remember now I have directed that great work myself. Yes, Mozart is dead. Boselli, the only woman I ever loved, is dead. Cimarosa, too—all are gone—gone!" Then, starting with a look of anxiety he said, "Joseph, have we any money in the house?" "Certainly, sir, an abundance." "You are sure of that?" "Why, master, we are absolutely rich." "Be prudent, my good fellow, for it would break my heart to be dependent upon charity." The war between France and Austria had now commenced in earnest, and the French, in their rapid advance, had already reached Schonnbrunn, scarcely a half league's distance from Haydn's retreat. The next morning, at a stone's throw from his house, they fired fifteen hundred cannon shot upon Vienna, the city which he so dearly loved. The old man's enthusiasm on this occasion could not be controlled. Madame de Kurzbeck had used every entreaty to prevail upon him to remove to her house, which was situated in the city, but without effect, for he stoutly persisted in remaining where he was. "Joseph," he asked, "is the city entirely given up to the sword?" "By no means, master." "Then Heaven be praised!" At that moment a terrific explosion was heard. A house near by had been The Mushery. "Minnie Myrtle" says "she to be good and beautiful if she knew how." We can't help you see the beautiful very much. Minnie if you really want to be good, know how to go at it, just loosen. And then use your powers to tion. "Annie of Argyle" wants "who was the Lochiel of O poem?" He was proprietor in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. "Oh, the changing scenes the ruthless hand of time." "Claribel," "the springtime life is past and gone; where fifty years from now?" If you old as Mr. Tilden," Claribel, be dead, and you can bet more Harry Hazen, of Circleville writes," I see again my home; I see the rippling breeze the wind that kisses the willows. Sweet vision of that watched my boyhood—" Yes, yes, Harry, we know that. We knew your folks your childhood's home like You were born in Westmoreland Pennsylvania, and when you months old your parents moved amanca, New York; then months afterward they moved hocton, Ohio, and remained long enough for you to get mossles and then they went Tennessee and your father mill nearly a year and threw came back to Ohio and settled county. When you were years old your family moved Warren, Indiana, and lived seven months, when they into Christian county; Illinois the ague for ten weeks, pack going on to Muscatine, Iowa they were strong enough there a year and a half and Montgomery, Minnesota your father joined the church, and you lived there and at Beaver Dam, Wisconsin and a half while he read then he entered the ministry then you haven't lived in any longer than two years. Oh if you have any memories "boyhood's home," your mother be a polyglot, that's all. "Nose Geranium" wants formation in floriculture. You propagate roses?" she about the best way is to die ten-year old boy to faster gate at night, and if every garden isn't propagated better it will be because all the cove "It is idle, my good Joseph, to talk thus. You remember my beloved friend and pupil, Mozart?" "One of his country can never forget him." "You know the fatal presentiment which lingered over his last work? Even so in regard to mine. I do not think that I shall be called from these scenes immediately, but I know my end is drawing near." "My master must not let these gloomy fancies possess him." "Cimarosa and Mozart both have gone, and why should I remain, when I can be of no further use to the world? Joseph, formerly my ideas outstripped my pen; but now it lingers, while I am obliged to seek them by a painful effort." The old man placed his withered hands upon his wrinkled brow, and at that moment a vertigo seized him, and he would have fallen from his chair had not his faithful servant caught him in his arms. After this, these attacks were more frequent, although he persisted in writing a few short quartets, and arranging some ancient Scottish airs, in spite of the remonstrance of his friends. But day after day his feebleness increased. His mind also became unsettled, and though comparatively rich, he was continually oppressed with the fear that he should lack the necessaries of life. Occasionally the visits of his friends would arouse him, and then the old spirit would shine forth with something of its former brilliance. At one time the papers of Paris actually announced his death, and his friends in the French capital caused a mass to be celebrated in his honor. The news reached Haydn in one of his lucid moments, and he affected to be greatly amused at the idea. "If these French gentlemen," said he, chuckling with a show of his former humor, "did not act so hastily, they might have sent for me, and I would have conducted the mass with the greatest pleasure. But, after all, I am not much gratified with their kind intentions." During this period of his decay—it could hardly be defined illness—he had remained secluded at his snug retreat at Gumpendorff; but the public of Vienna, aware of the loss they were about to experience, made efforts to bring about a grand ceremonial concert, where they could bid adieu to this wonderful musician. The Austrian prince, Lobkowitz, took upon himself the man agement of the affair, and arranged to have the oratoriy of "The Creation" performed at his palace, and for this purpose engaged one hundred and sixty musicians under the direction of Salieri, an old friend of Haydn's. The old man, notwithstanding his weakness, was delighted with this new mark of honor, and desirous of seeing once more the kind public which had so well appreciated his labors. Under the excitement of this idea, he rallied immensely. His ride to the palace was more like a triumphal procession than a simple escort of a poer, decrepit and worn-out German musician. The apartmant at an early hour was have quiet children," said an to me the other day right. Persons who are able to sit together in a row. The next morning, at a house throw from his house, they fired fifteen hundred cannon shot upon Vienna, the city which he so dearly loved. The old man's enthusiasm on this occasion could not be controlled. Madame de Kurzbeck had used every entreaty to prevail upon him to remove to her house, which was situated in the city, but without effect, for he stoutly persisted in remaining where he was. "Joseph," he asked, "is the city entirely given up to the sword?" "By no means, master." Then Heaven be praised! At that moment a terrific explosion was heard. A house near by had been destroyed by a bomb. The servant fell on his knees and cried, "The saints preserve us, master, or we are lost!" Haydn, with a majestic air, rose unaided from his chair, and approaching the trembling Joseph, exclaimed, "Foolish fellow, of what are you afraid?" Can it be that my master is unconscious of danger?" exclaimed the servant, startled still more to see the old man standing alone, when, for many weeks, he had been unable to leave his chair without assistance. "Danger!" he exclaimed. "Know you not that no danger can come where Haydn is?" He then rushed to the piano and sang three times, as loud as the weak tones of his voice would permit, "God preserve the emperor!" The effort was more than his weak frame could bear, and he fell to the floor in a stupor from which he never recovered. The servants bore him to his bed, and in a short time this great man was no more. He died on the 31st day of May, in the year 1810, aged seventy-eight years and two months, and was buried at Gumpendorff, as he had desired in life. Such were the last days of this celebrated man. Wasted Dignity. Amiable and affable manners are never out of propriety anywhere, and are rarely put out by circumstances. The case is different where there are class distinctions, requiring one to vary his manners according to the people he meets—and the mistakes made are sometimes awkward enough. A correspondent of the Philadelphia Bulletin tells a story from St. Petersburg: Lady Dufferin went to court to be presented to the czarina. On arriving at the Winter Palace she was shown into an ante-room, as she thought, where an aged lady, whom she took to be a mistress of ceremonies, was seated on an ottoman. The lady motioned her to a place beside her, and entered into conversation, but in a fried Russian style. The handsome Irishwoman, with the Hamilton blood in her veins, has a little pride of her own, and thinking the Muscovite waiting-woman was rather patronizing to the wife of an ambassador, assumed a "stand-off" air on her side. The ceremonious dame became more ceremonious and almost haughty. At length she asked, "Have you seen my daughter lately?" "Pardon me, madame," said Lady Dufferin, "I fancy we do not move in the same circle. Pray, who may your treat." The next morning, at a house throw from his house, they fired fifteen hundred cannon shot upon Vienna, the city which he so dearly loved. The old man's enthusiasm on this occasion could not be controlled. Madame de Kurzbeck had used every entreaty to prevail upon him to remove to her house, which was situated in the city, but without effect, for he stoutly persisted in remaining where he was. "Joseph," he asked, "is the city entirely given up to the sword?" "By no means, master." Then Heaven be praised! At that moment a terrific explosion was heard. A house near by had been destroyed by a bomb. The servant fell on his knees and cried, "The saints preserve us, master, or we are lost!" Haydn, with a majestic air, rose unaided from his chair, and approaching the trembling Joseph, exclaimed, "Foolish fellow, of what are you afraid?" Can it be that my master is unconscious of danger?" exclaimed the servant, startled still more to see the old man standing alone when, for many weeks, he had been unable to leave his chair without assistance. "Danger!" he exclaimed. "Know you not that no danger can come where Haydn is?" He then rushed to the piano and sang three times, as loud as the weak tones of his voice would permit," God preserve the emperor! The effort was more than his weak frame could bear, and he fell to the floor in a stupor from which he never recovered. The servants bore him to his bed, and in a short time this great man was no more. He died on the 31st day of May, in the year 1810, aged seventy-eight years and two months, and was buried at Gumpendorff, as he had desired in life. Such were the last days of this celebrated man. Hear it in it, the family are apt to is tired. If it is mamma's and peevish it is intimately nervous. Like the lady's little magazine-stery it is supposed that she may be on the top of her head Kitty or sister Sophy snappish; it is excused were up late last night it is only little Floyr or she is sent to bed in disgrace impertinently and frow A little leaven leavene family lump; and it is serve how rapidly and evil infection spreads. have quiet children," said an to me the other day right. Persons who are able to sit together in a row. have the oratorio of "The Creation" performed at his palace, and for this purpose engaged one hundred and sixty musicians under the direction of Salieri, an old friend of Haydn's. The old man, notwithstanding his weakness, was delighted with this new mark of honor, and desirous of seeing once more the kind public which had so well appreciated his labors. Under the excitement of this idea, he rallied immensely. His ride to the palace was more like a triumphal procession than a simple escort of a poor, decrepit and worn-out German musician. The apartmant at an early hour was filled with invited guests to the number of fifteen hundred. A grand flourish of orchestral trumpets announced his arrival, and the Princess Esterhazy and the then celebrated Madame de Kurzbeck went to meet him. He was then brought into the presence of the prince in an easy chair and placed on a platform, which was richly decorated for the occasion. Salieri, as the director, came to Haydn to receive his orders concerning the performance; but the old man was too affected to speak, and could only embrace his friend in silence. The latter, with streaming eyes, rushed back to his place, and amid a general emotion the orchestra opened the concert. The music of this oratorio is so well known that a review is unnecessary; but it may be easily imagined that a composition of so sublime a character, with all the accessories to insure a perfect performance, in the presence of its author and an audience comprising nobility, beauty, and the most renowned professors and artists of the day, in connection with its sad purpose, should produce a most solemn and thrilling effect. At the close of the first part of the oratorio an incident occurred which is worth more than a passing notice. The physician of the prince perceived that Haydn was apparently suffering with cold, and communicated this fact to his highness. Before the latter had time to give an order the ladies of the court gathered around him, and the old man was literally enveloped in a dense mass of shawls of the most costly fabrics that that gay city could boast. In Michigan university two hundred and nineteen students are taking Greek. Among the English students history is very popular; it is taken by four hundred and seventy-one students, while only one hundred and ninety-two have taken mathematics during the second semester. The lady motioned her to an oltoman. The lady moved her to a place beside her, and entered into conversation, but in a fried Russian style. The handsome Irishwoman, with the Hamilton blood in her veins, has a little pride of her own, and thinking the Muscovite waiting-woman was rather patronizing to the wife of an ambassador, assumed a "stand-off" air on her side. The ceremonious dame became more ceremonious and almost haughty. At length she asked, "Have you seen my daughter lately?" "Pardon me, madame," said Lady Dufferin, "I fancy we do not move in the same circle. Pray, who may your daughter be?" The answer led up to a tableau. "The Duchess of Edinburgh," said the stately old female, who was no other than the Empress of Russia herself. HE SLIPPED.—The last prisoner out was an old man with a bad crook in his back, and after looking him over the court observed: "What's the trouble with you?" "No matter! S'long's I know, that's 'nuuff!' If you talk that way, I won't try you at all." "I don't care!" Well now, old man, you slip right out of this! If you think we are going to bother around with wild cats you are greatly mistaken! "I don't like this town a bit!" Well, you can soon get out. If you get drunk again the police needn't bother to bring you in, for I won't have anything to do with you. Slip right along out, and don't yon ever get in here again! The old man slipped, but after court was over he came back and threatened to mash Bijah because he wasn't treated as if his case of drunkenness was worth writing out a complaint.—Detroit Press. Dr. Samuel A. Green to the Public Library onuable collection design everything which Ben wrote and printed, which has been written sides portraits, prints graphs and other persons. The collection comprises pamphlets by or about eighty different portrait added to as occasion sees of the library. Then comes reaction hour of moral indignation of a new day.—Jurys The Mushery. Minnie Myrtle" says "she wishes the good and beautiful if she only know how." We can't help you out on beautiful very much, Minnie, but you really want to be good, and don't know how to go at it, just look at us. And then use your powers of imitation. Annie of Argyle" wants to know who was the Lochiel of Campbell's farm? He was proprietor of a hotel Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Oh, the changing scenes of life; the ruthless hand of time," writes Maribel, "the spring time of my life is past and gone; where will I be any years from now?" If you are as Mr. Tilden, "Claribel," you will dead, and you can bet money on it. Harry Hazen, of Circleville, Ohio, writes, "I see again my childhood's time; I see the rippling brook and I am the wind that kisses the bending allows. Sweet vision of the home that watched my boyhood—" Yes, yes, Harry, we know all about it. We knew your folks. We know your childhood's home like a book. You were born in Westmoreland county, Pennsylvania, and when you were two months old your parents moved to Salemanca, New York; then about ten months afterward they moved to Coscton, Ohio, and remained there just long enough for you to get over the causes and then they went down into Tennessee and your father run a saw till nearly a year and then you all came back to Ohio and settled in Butler County. When you were about four years old your family moved over to Carrren, Indiana, and lived there about seven months, when they went down into Christian county; Illinois and had no ague for ten weeks, packing up and going on to Muscatine, Iowa, as soon as they were strong enough. They lived here a year and a half and moved to Montgomery, Minnesota, and there your father joined the Methodist church, and you lived there three years and at Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, a year and a half while he read theology, and then he entered the ministry and since then you haven't lived in any one place longer than two years. Oh yes, Harry, if you have any memories of your boyhood's home," your memory must be a polyglot, that's all. Rose Geranium" wants a little information in floriculture. "How do you propagate roses?" she asks. Well, about the best way is to depend on a ten-year old boy to fasten the front gate at night, and if everything in your garden isn't propagated before daylight it will be because all the cows in your neighborhood are dead. Austrian Women. A gentleman who gives in a late English magazine a series of hints as to a residence on the Continent, says in reference to gormandizing in Austria: "Though I suppose that few persons suffer as I do at a German tabia d'hote or family dinner or supper—for to me such appetites are frightful—still I would counsel no man to sup with his, in every other particular perhaps, gentle love, should he have one of this good country; and if he has not, I may tell him that nowhere in Christendom will he find easier to select one than in Austria—one who will give far less trouble and uneasiness, if he can only forget or forgive her eating 'a wee bit too much,' than any fair native of other countries, always regulating her fondness, and I verily believe, her fidelity also, by his; which I maintain is just as much as we lords of the creation, not being Turks, have any just right to demand or expect. I have not the presumption to imagine that I could sketch the character of the female population of Germany. All I can tell you upon that subject is, that the women of Austria appear to me to be the most gentle and artless, and the least capricious, that it has been my fortune to meet with anywhere. And although many travelers have pretty broadly insinuated that they cannot boast of much fidelity, and I cannot pretend to personal experience that consistency in the sex—always under the before-mentioned condition of reciprocity—is quite as common in Germany as in any other country, for there is such frequent display of it in the practice of betrothals—a custom very conceivably dangerous, and often attended with consequences irregular and bad enough, it must be admitted, but very seldom by the final base abandonment of the frailer party which so often takes place in other countries after too intimate liaisons. I have even known several instances amongst the lower classes, in which the girl has borne one or two children to her fiancee, and remained in service without much, perhaps scarcely any, loss of character, until some trifling savings on her part, or some improvement of circumstances upon his, enabled them to form a modest manage and marry. Numbers of wet nurses consist of young women so situated. In the class a little removed from the peasant, some accidents of this nature now and then occur, as might be expected, though rarely; but I never heard of such a case which was not followed by an equally faithful conclusion. Now, though at the first view the greater merit of this The Letter Express Business. The somewhat remarkable report of a Commission of Post Office officials recommending the suppression of the letter-express business of Wella, Fargo & Co., enumerates as one of the offenses of the Company the well-known fact that that Company endeavors, by every means in its power to render its service more effective than the regular service, and adds that it has thereby become a "formidable competitor with the Government for public patronage." It is also stated that the Express Company employs four or five hundred agents, some of whom are Postmasters. The people of the Pacific Coast who remember the time when but for the facilities afforded by this Express, communications between different towns and cities would have been neither speedy nor certain, will not be convinced by this reasoning that its letter express business should be suppressed. It is precisely because the Company has used every means in its power to make its service more efficient than the Government service, that the bulk of important correspondence is now intrusted to its care, though at an increased expense to the sender. The fact that the Company has been liberal, enterprising and faithful will not condemn it on this coast, though it may in Washington. The plea of the Postoffice Commission is simply that a more enterprising rival may be forbidden to do business, as its business management affords a basis for comparison which is not always pleasant to Government officials. The alleged objection that the Express Company carries its own and the Central Pacific and Western Union correspondence without charge, is no objection at all, as such conveyance of letters is admitted in the report to be unlawful. To correct this abuse, if it exists, it is only necessary to execute the laws as they stand. It will not be at all difficult by affixing penalties to the violation of law to prevent what is termed unlawful practices by a responsible company. — San Francisco Call. Ice Made by Means of Ether. It is well known that ether can be made to vaporize so speedily as to produce intense cold, and if, when covered with water its evaporation be assisted, it will escape so quickly as to lower the temperature of the water to freezing point. Hence ether is often used in preparing freezing mixture; and a machine has lately been constructed for making ice by means of the remarkable property to which we have briefly alluded. The apparatus and at Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, a year and a half while he read theology, and when he entered the ministry and since when you haven't lived in any one place longer than two years. Oh yes, Harry, if you have any memories of your "boyhood's home," your memory must be a polyglot, that's all. "Rose Geranium" wants a little information in floriculture. "How do you propagate roses?" she asks. Well, about the best way is to depend on a ten-year old boy to fasten the front gate at night, and if everything in your garden isn't propagated before daylight it will be because all the cows in your neighborhood are dead. "How," asks Mrs. Worrit, of Nashua, New Hampshire, "do you clean paint splashes off window panes?" Well, about the easiest way is to kick out the glass. We don't know of any other way that does not demand an extensive and useless expenditure of elbow grease. You might prevent their getting on the glsss, if you could kill the painter in time. Mrs. Youngwoman wants to know "how she can tell a fresh egg from a stale one?" Taste it, goosey, taste it. What do you want to know for? Mrs. Duntsman says, "I can tell you how to keep moths out of your carpet. You just—" Well, we don't want to know. We haven't a carpet to our back, and we ain't afraid of moths anyhow. But if you can tell us how to keep the laudress out of our handkerchiefs, Mrs. Dustman, trot on your prescription and we'll send you the chromo.—Hawkeye. The Little Family Foxes. One of the most malignant of the family foxes is discourtesy, and he creeps into households where one would not suppose it possible for him to find even momentary hospitality. People who are ordinarily polite, wellbred and genial, are sometimes guilty of rudeness in manner and speech and action at home, of which they would be ashamed in society. Parents are hasty or frightful in their way of addressing or reproving children, and children forget the respect and honor due to parents. A great deal of unhappiness overclouds homes which might be bright as the morning, but for this wretched habit of brusqueness and incivility which fastens on some unfortunate victims like a second nature. It has its different phases, to be sure. When papa indulges in it, the family are apt to say that he is tired. If it is mamma who is irritable and peevish, it is intimated that she is nervous. Like the lady in a charming little magazine-story, it is benevolently supposed that she may have "neural" on the top of her head! When aunt Kitty or sister Sophy are short and snappish, it is excused because they were up late last night at a party, and it is only little Floy or small Tom who is sent to bed in disgrace for answering impertinently and frowning blackly. A little leaven leaventh the whole family lump, and it is curious to observe how rapidly and certainly this evil infection spreads. "Quiet people have quiet children," said a plain woman to me the other day, and she was right. Persons who are invariably poteach other in the presence of Put Him on File. "Deadwood," said the stranger, putting down his half-eaten slice of lemon pie and taking a long pull at the milk. "I went there when the first rush was made for the hills. Rather a rough crowd the first lot you bet; more wholesome now. When I got there I was dead-broke—didn't have a dollar, didn't have a revolver, which a man'll often need out there worse 'in a meal's vittles. I was probably the only man in the hills who didn't carry a firearm, and I was some lonesome, I tell you. The only weapon I hed—I'm a black-smith—was a rasp, a heavy file you know, bout eighteen inches long, which carried down my back, the handle in easy reach just below my coat collar. Understand? Like the Arkansaw man carries his bowie knife. I'm not exactly a temperance man. I just don't drink an' don't meddle with any other man's drinkin'—that's all. One day—I hodn't been in Deadwood more'n a week—I was sittin' in a s'loon—only place a man kin set to see any society when a feller come in, a reg'lar bustler with his can full and a quart over. Hed a revolver on each side of his belt an' looked vicious. Nothin' mean about him, though. Ask me to drink. Not any, thank you, sez I." Not drink with me! Me! Bill Feathergill! When I ask a tenderfoot to drink I expect him to prance right up an' no monkeyin'! You h-e-a-r me! Well, when his hand went down for his reveler, I whipped out my old file quicken'n fire'ud scorch an' swiped him right across the face. When he fell I thought I'd killed him, an' the s'loon fillin' up with bummers I sorter skinned out, not known'in what might happen. Purty soon a chap in a red shirt came up to me. Sez he, 'You the man as ke arved Bill Feathergill? Cos, if so be as you are, if you don't want ev'y man in the hills to climb you, don't you try to hide yourself—the boys is askin' fur you now. It struck me that my friend had the idea, so I waltzed back and went up and down before the s'loon for nigh three hours. I'd found out Bill wasn't dead an' was bad medicine, but it wouldn't do to let down. Purty soon I see my man-a-headin' for me. His face had been patched up till it looked like the closing out display of a retail cisco Call. Ice Made by Means of Ether. It is well known that ether can be made to vaporize so speedily as to produce intense cold, and if, when covered with water its evaporation be assisted, it will escape so quickly as to lower the temperature of the water to freezing point. Hence ether is often used in preparing freezing mixture; and a machine has lately been constructed for making ice by means of the remarkable property to which we have briefly alluded. The apparatus consists of an engine and air-pump, combined on the same bed-plate, a refrigerator, an ether condenser, a circulating pump, and one or more ice-boxes according to the quantity required—a steam engine supplying the motive power. The two inlet passages of the air-pump are connected by a copper pipe, from which branches another copper pipe that places them in communication with the refrigerator, which is a felt-covered vessel of cylindrical shape, the tubes being made of copper and riveted to brass end-plates. The two outward valves on the other side of the air-pump communicate with the ether condenser, which is similarly constructed to the refrigerator. The tubes communicate at each end with metal chambers, one of which serves as a receptacle for the air that enters the condenser. The whole is immersed in a wooden tank, through which stream of water constantly passes for cooling and condensing the ether vapor. A vacuum is maintained by the air-pump in the refrigerator, vaporizing the ether at a low temperature. This operation causes an absorption of heat, which reduces the temperature of the strong brine that is made to circulate through the tubes and ice box. The ice box is a tank of red deal, vanished inside, with partitions with holes in them to allow a slow circulation of the brine. Zinc molds of different widths, according to the shapes of the blocks of ice required, are filled with pure water and suspended between the partitions. Small Change in the West. In truth, a person who waits for change in the shape of two, three or four cents is looked upon with something like scorn in the West. Is your bill seventy-eight cents? You pay eighty, or the obliging shopkeeper says," call it seventy-five." I recall an incident which one of the merchants of Salina related when speaking of his recent trip to New York for goods. After making his preparations for returning he went to settle his bill, which proved to be $40.03. He paid $40., and was turning away when he was recalled by a tap on his shoulder, and the three cents were pointed out. In scornful amazement he threw down ten cents, and again started away. "Here is your change, sir," said a voice, inno wise overwhelmed by his contempt. The merchant waved his hand and bowed. "Keep it, sir. I am a Western man." little magazine-story, it is benevolently supposed that she may have "neural" on the top of her head! When aunt Kitty or sister Sophy are short and snappish, it is excused because they were up late last night at a party, and it is only little Floy or small Tom who is sent to bed in disgrace for answering impertinently and frowning blackly. A little leaven leaventh the whole family lump, and it is curious to observe how rapidly and certainly this evil infection spreads. "Quiet people have quiet children," said a plain woman to me the other day, and she was right. Persons who are invariably polite to each other in the presence of their sons and daughters, do not often have to check the latter in a thoughtless or improper manner of speaking, for courtesy as well as its opposite, is atmospheric and educational. It is worth while, if the fox we are thinking of has intruded into our vineyard and begun his work of spoiling our tender grapes of good-will, of gentleness, and of daily cheer, to think how best to banish him. There are three magic P's, which have never failed when properly used, to utterly rout and destroy the subtle foe. Their names are patience, perseverance and prayer. If you feel that your family has fallen into the custom of being cross and unmannerly, pray first to have your own heart and temper sweetened, then meet angularity and crookedness with invincible patience, and be not discouraged in setting a good example.—Mrs. Sangster in Christian at Work. Dr. Samuel A. Green has presented to the Public Library of Boston a valuable collection designed to include everything which Benjamin Franklin wrote and printed, and everything which has been written about him, besides portraits, prints, medals, autographs and other personal memorials. The collection comprises 140 books and pamphlets by or about Franklin and eighty different portraits, and is to be added to as occasion serves by the trustees of the library. 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This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. DR. E. L. COWAN, DENTIST, HAS OPENED AN OFFICE in the upper part of Mrs Meta's building, Los Angeles Street, Anaheim. Having had twenty years' experience, he can speak with confidence of his work. His scale of prices will be very low. He will be found in his office every day between the hours of 9 A.M. and 5 P.M. B. DREYFUS, Anaheim. J. FROWERHEAD, New York. B. L. GOLDSTEIN, San Francisco. J. J. WEILER, New York. B. DREYFUS & CO., Growers and Dealers in California Wines GRAPE BRANDIES. 521 and 523 Market Street, SAN FRANCISCO. 92 and 94 Cedar St., NEW YORK. THE BEST OF ALL LINIMENTS FOR MAN OR BEAST. 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