anaheim-gazette 1880-12-25

ANAHEIM GAZETTE. RICHARD MELROSE, . . Editor and Proprietor PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. In a Sunbeam. MADGK ELLIOT. In a sunbeam—eyelids white, Hiding merry, sparkling eyes, Curts half-brown, half-turned to gold— Fast sleep the baby lies. But a little gurgling laugh From the parted lips steal out; What do babies, fast sleep In a sunbeam, dream about! Buds and flowers, Rainbow, showers, Battles flier, and honey-bees; Peaches, cherrier, Apples, berries. Bird's singing in the trees; Grass all over Fragrant clover, Dandelions golden bright; Chickens peeping, Squirrels leaping; Brooklets dancing in the light; Big-eyed cows in dailed meadows, Sweet warm milk and yellow cream— Of all these, when in a sunbeam Babies fall asleep, they dream. —Baldwin's Monthly. Shadows. Let not the shadows overcast Thy young heart with their gloom; And rob the sky of softest light, The rosebud of its bloom; Let hope rise up within the heart, And firmly hold her away, Until the clouds are swept aside, And brightly dawns the day. No life below is free from clouds, No rose without a thorn; But knowing this need not exert An influence forlorn; For, if we bravely meet each ill, And trust in God above, We'll find the flowers bright below, And hearts filled with true love. Repine not when the shadows fall. Be brave, be true, be just; And they will prove all powerless To prostrate thee in dust; And bear in mind, ob, youthful heart, tower with gunpowder—hence its name—but it is merely cracked open and a part of it alid a few feet down hill. It still remains in this condition, a ruin, both picturesque and grand. Crossing the old court-yard, a visit to the vanilla beneath the castle is next in order. Here, in a dimly lighted, earthly smelling apartment, stands "The Great Tun of Heidelberg," that enormous wine oak, whose cavernous body its princely owners were never able to fill but three times. At first one gazes with awe on his great carved face, hardly daring to breathe in his presence. This feeling soon wears away, as in the fable of the fox and the lion, you walk about him, with great irreverence, write your name on his ribs, and thump his sides with a walking stick until the cavern echoes with the monarch's groans. After this you climb up the narrow steps leading to the top, gravely dance on his broad back—a remedy against headaches forevermore—and then return to the light of day. The castle is built of red sandstone, quarried from the Heidelberg on which it stands and from which it take its name. Its architecture is of the richest description, a mixture, I believe, of Gothic and Romanesque. One thing which adds greatly to its attractive exterior is the long rows of statues set in the niches which are cut at regular intervals in the face of the building. These figures represent armored knights and are effigies of the different powerful counts who once held this land under their despotic sway. The view from the terrasse of the castle is very beautiful but not extensive enough. This is owing to the fact that a direct front view is cut off by the mountains on the opposite shore. The wary old nobles who built the castle were aware of this defect in the site they had chosen, and so on the peak of the mountain, which is 2,000 feet high and the loftiest in the range, they built a round tower, itself 200 feet in hight. The Koenig's Stuhl or King's Seat as this tower is called, is an almost solid piece of masonry, and is composed of the same material as the "Blown-Up Tower." The only means of ascent is a flight of narrow steps running like a corkscrew through the heart of the massive block. Of course, after climbing 2,000 feet of mountain, one finds interminable windings of the "Koenig's Stuhl" steps vexatious if not damnable, but after the toil is over and the lofty position won breath can be recovered at leisure, and miles of the richest tower with gunpowder—hence its name—but it is merely cracked open and a part of it alid a few feet down hill. It still remains in this condition, a ruin, both picturesque and grand. Crossing the old court-yard, a visit to the vanilla beneath the castle is next in order. Here, in a dimly lighted, earthly smelling apartment, stands "The Great Tun of Heidelberg," that enormous wine oak, whose cavernous body its princely owners were never able to fill but three times. At first one gazes with awe on his great carved face, hardly daring to breathe in his presence. This feeling soon wears away, as in the fable of the fox and the lion, you walk about him, with great irreverence, write your name on his ribs, and thump his sides with a walking stick until the cavern echoes with the monarch's groans. After this you climb up the narrow steps leading to the top, gravelly dance on his broad back—a remedy against headaches forevermore—and then return to the light of day. The castle is built of red sandstone, quarried from the Heidelberg on which it stands and from which it take its name. Its architecture is of the richest description, a mixture, I believe, of Gothic and Romanesque. One thing which adds greatly to its attractive exterior is the long rows of statues set in the niches which are cut at regular intervals in the face of the building. These figures represent armored knights and are effigies of the different powerful counts who once held this land under their despotic sway. The view from the terrasse of the castle is very beautiful but not extensive enough. This is owing to the fact that a direct front view is cut off by the mountains on the opposite shore. The wary old nobles who built the castle were aware of this defect in the site they had chosen, and so on the peak of the mountain, which is 2,000 feet high and the loftiest in the range, they built a round tower, itself 200 feet in hight. The Koenig's Stuhl or King's Seat as this tower is called, is an almost solid piece of masonry,and is composed of the same material as the "Blown-Up Tower." The only means of ascent is a flight of narrow steps running like a corkscrew through the heart of the massive block. Of course, after climbing 2,000 feet of mountain, one finds interminable windings of the "Koenig's Stuhl" steps vexatious if not damnable, but after the toil is over and the loftiest position won breath can be recovered at leisure,and miles of the richest tower with gunpowder—hence its name—but it is merely cracked open and a part of it alid a few feet down hill. It still remains in this condition,a ruin,both picturesque and grand. Crossing the old court-yard, a visit to the vanilla beneath the castle is next in order. Here, in a dimly lighted,earthly smelling apartment, stands "The Great Tun of Heidelberg," that enormous wine oak, whose cavernous body its princely owners were never able to fill but three times. At first one gazes with awe on his great carved face,hardly daring to breathe in his presence. This feeling soon wears away, as in the fable of the fox and the lion,you walk about him,with great irreverence,写 your name on his ribs,and thump his sides with a walking stick until the cavern echoes with the monarch's groans. After this you climb up the narrow steps leading to the top,gravely dance on his broad back—a remedy against headaches forevermore—and then return to the light of day. The castle is built of red sandstone, quarried from the Heidelberg on which it stands and from which it take its name. Its architecture is of the richest description,a mixture，I believe，of Gothic and Romanesque. One thing which adds greatly to its attractive exterior is the long rows of statues set in the niches which are cut at regular intervals in the face of the building. These figures represent armored knights and are effigies of the different powerful counts who once held this land under their despotic sway. The view from the terrasse of the castle is very beautiful but not extensive enough. This is owing to the fact that a direct front view is cut off by the mountains onthe opposite shore.The wary old nobles who builtthe castle were aware of this defect inthe sitetheyhad chosen,andsoonthepeakofthemountainwhichis2000feethighandtheloftiestintherange,theybuiltaroundtoweritself200feetinhight. The Koenig's Stuhl or King's Seat as this tower is called,是an almost solid pieceofmasonry,andiscomposedofthesamematerialasthe"Blown-UpTower."Theonlymeansofascentisaflightofnarrowstepsrunninglikeacorkscrewthroughtheheartofthemassiveblock.Ofcourse,afterclimbing2000feetofmountain,一nefindinterminablewindingsofthe"Koenig'sStuhl"stepsvexatiousifnotdamnablebutafterthetoilisoverandtheloftiestpositionwonbreathcanbe recoveredatleisure,andmilesoftherichlest塔withgunpowder—henceitsname—butitismerelycrackedopenandabrighttimetheymakeasuccessbuthowoftendo theyseekbyrealizingthattheymaytakebynotlearningpeculiaritiesbeforetakinganstep.PermitsMr.Rochelle,andMissMiriamofAurora,会regretthemetoneanother,andperhapsalwayslookuponthehappiestepochintheearnestlyhopethatthelasttheirlot.Havingsaidthismuchtellourreaderswhywewillthiscouple.HenrybosnoisCentraltrainatMamie,谁isnowbepassageatAurora。Boggers NeverhavingmeteachotheruntillFridayweregoingWest.Thefilled,andMamiehadandyourself,andwaslookthroughthewindowasthedspedontoRochelle。Ah Henryboardedthetrainingifthesenexttoherwhenreceivingapleaseaccompaniedwithabrightpiledit,andwassoondeadinhis lady companion.thataestimationwwhereshehadadmarriagwhere she intendedtomillinerybusiness.Hete settleona farminPluywherehehadalreadybuwasreturningtolookaftEvery mile they becameandbetter pleasedwithcompany.Thepassengers noticed their close attent conductorandbrakeman ingwink,r remarked"TheTheirwordsprovedtrueyoungmaninquiredjusticeofthepeace,andoffairplay.continuedDubuque.HerebothoneofChris.Sutter'ss drovetoFairplay,andtwand wife They came took last night's traincounty.Both seemed Heidelberg. On the journey from Mannheim to Heidelberg the view from the coupe window was very fine. Again I was among the mountains. Since leaving Mayence some two days before I had not seen a single peak and I welcomed the sight of these as old friends newly found. Baden is undoubtedly one of the richest and most beautiful little provinces of Germany. The Rhine, with its "castled crags" and luxuriant valleys, impressed me but little, because the pristine wilderness and gloomy solitude, which must have characterized this region in feudal days, are entirely gone. Every castle not occupied by its owner as a summer residence has a lager beer saloon, together with other improvements of our advanced and enlightened age, attached. In the north things are a trifle better. All the middle and southern portions of Thuringia are not, as yet, annually stamped by the great army, the American and English tourists, and consequently when a stray sight-seer does appear in this region he is not immediately pounced upon as a walking gold mine or traveling bank. In this sweet land of liberty (I refer to Thuringia) you can approach the foot of a mountain without the fear of being met by six men and a mule who assure you in the strongest terms that it is against all laws of nature to scale a mountain on foot. I should make one exception to the above statement; it's only the six men who want you to ride, the mule, poor devil, prefers that you walk. Barely half an hour passed after leaving Mannheim before we relied into this quiet little depot at Heidelberg. That drowsy air, so prevalent at the little wayside stations in our own country, was noticeable here. At first I feared I had landed in the wrong place, but the prompt and kind offer of a hackman to take me up to the castle and drive me to all the places of interest for a twenty-mark gold piece eased my mind; then I knew I was right. Heidelberg is a long, narrow town. It owes its shape to the fact that it is squeezed in very tight between the mountains and the Neckar. Its main streets run parallel with the stream, and all the others cross it at right angles running up against the mountain behind the town, and leading into the water on the front. Like all the rest of and the loftiest in the range, they built a round tower, itself 200 feet in high. The Koenig's Stuhl or King's Seat as this tower is called, is an almost solid piece of masonry, and is composed of the same material as the "Blown-Up Tower." The only means of ascent is a flight of narrow steps running like a corkscrew through the heart of the massive block. Of course, after climbing 2,000 feet of mountain, one finds interminable windings of the "Koenig's Stuhl" steps vexatious if not damnable, but after the toil is over and the lofty position won breath can be recovered at leisure, and miles of the richest scenery looked down upon for hours. The view from this great hight is the most varied and pleasing on the east and south sides, for on the north and west only the solemn, majestic picture of mountain rising behind mountain, perfect emblems of might and strength in their dark, implacable grandeur, are to be seen. On the two sides first mentioned the land is comparatively level, and resemble a great plaid carpet with checks of green and yellow. Here and there, nestling in shady nooks, stand many little villages, with the light blue smoke from their chimney pots hovering, like hazy, summer clouds, above them. Far, far away, on the southern horizon a tiny, white thread suggests the Rhine, with Mannheim a black, uncertain spot upon its banks. Between the last named city and Heidelberg, the railroad cuts the country like a straight black pencil mark, and appearing and disappearing, curling and bending, dancing and sparkling, the Neckar twists, a silver serpent in this German paradise.—Cor. Detroit Press. "Opening of a Chestnut Burr." Any chestnuts 'round here?" asked one of three city boys who met an aged, benevolent-looking farmer out in Livonia Township. The old man hesitated: "You don't want to steal 'em?" he asked. "Oh no, we just wanted to find out." Well, there's a few trees back there, but if I thought you wanted to steal them I wouldn't have told you, for the owner's gone to town; but you're bright, honest-looking boys." The boys blushed with the pride of conscious goodness. "When will the owner be back?" "Well, not before dark, I reckon." The boys respectfully thanked the old man, waited till he got out of sight, jumped the fence and were soon shaking down the burrs. The shaking was easy, but the opening of the chestnut burrs was more difficult and unpleasant. At last the boys had a splendid pile of handsome, brown nuts on the ground, and they prepared to put them in the bags they brought with them. "Please don't take any more trouble," said the benevolent old man who stood by the fence beaming kindly on the startled boys. "I'm not so strong as I once was, and I fear I can't hold in this dog much longer. If you'll hurry, though, I guess I can keep him here till you get to the railroad track. Down Tige, sir!" Meanwhile come to the surface, au strokes swam toward that it was thought that he save himself, and when in reach a boat-hook him. He would not get directly in there but by this time it was a deck-hand, by a skillful man by the shoulder. The coat was evidently for a time, as the turned and struggled Finally the cloth gave man giving a power away on his back trow. He was evidently an swimmer, and perfect water. When near the on his face and dived water, but a man spear other boat-hook and the surface. He quick loose and again went air-bubbles arose from he was fished up, and drawn so near that a sting down seized him Then a ladder was put would not climb. Anod down and also seized him moment the would-dragged dripping up was taken to the Oyster station, where he gave Charles H. Hayes. "Forty," he said, in a dive live in Boston. I did Heidelberg is a long, narrow town. It owes its shape to the fact that it is squeezed in very tight between the mountains and the Neckar. Its main streets run parallel with the stream, and all the others cross at right angles running up against the mountain behind the town, and leading into the water on the front. Like all the rest of the smaller German cities, it is composed of a heterogeneous collection of queer-shaped houses, displaying ample red-tiled roofs, wonderfully pointed and fearfully steep. In itself, save its rural beauty and immaculate cleanliness, Heidelberg has no attractions sufficient to call a traveler so far out of the ordinary route laid down in the guide books. But the reason of its popularity is no secret. High up on the highest mountain side stands that noble pile of crumbling sandstone, which has looked down for centuries on the rushing Neckar and seen the birth of the now ancient city so far beneath. The castle is, as Longfellow says, "Next to Albambra, the finest ruin of the Middle Ages." The path leading upward to the castle is abominably steep, but, paved as it is with the rough stones, one is enabled to gain a fair foothold. An interesting sight is watching the hacks go up and down. The tired and weary traveler, when about half way up, and always at the narrowest point in the path, suddenly hears a horrible sound like a million horses dashing over the stones. The million is soon, however, reduced to one; he, poor beast, comes flying by frantically endeavoring to keep ahead of his collar, while following, seemingly endued with the liveliest kind of vitality, bounds the hack, its playful movements slightly hampered by a log chain and a cord wood stick, fastened to the axle to act as a drag. The bold promenory on which the castle stands being reached, the tourist is simply repaid for the fatigue and terror he has undergone in the account. One of the first objects which attracts attention is "The Biown-Up Tower," built of white sand-stone and with walls fall eighteen feet in thickness. In 1690 the French endeavored to destroy the shaking was easy, but the opening of the chestnut burrs was more difficult and unpleasant. At last the boys had a splendid pile of handsome, brown nuts on the ground, and they prepared to put them in the bags they brought with them. "Please don't take any more trouble," said the benevolent old man who stood by the fence beaming kindly on the startled boys. "I'm not so strong as I once was, and I fear I can't hold in this dog much longer. If you'll hurry, though, I guess I can keep him here till you get to the railroad track. Down Tige, sir!" As the boys looked back from the railroad fence, they could see the stooping figure of the old man scooping the rich, brown chestnuts into a two-bushel bag.—Detroit Press. Carolina's Sweet Sixteen. A curious petition was that addressed in 1783 to the Governor of South Carolina, by sixteen maidens of Charleston. It ran thus: "The humble petition of all the maids whose names are underwritten. Whereas, we, the humble petitioners, are at present in a very melancholy disposition of mind, considering how all the bachelors are blindly captivated by widows, and our own youthful charms thereby neglected; in consequence of this our request is that your excellency will for the future, order that no widow presume to marry any young man till the maids are provided for; or else to pay each of them a fine for satisfaction for invading our liberties, and likewise a fine to be levied on all such bachelors as shall be married to widows. The great disadvantage it is to us maids is that the widows, by their forward carriage, do snap up the young men, and have the vanity to think their marital beyond ours, which is a great imposition on us, who ought to have the preference. This is humbly recommended to your excellency's consideration, and hope you will permit no further insults. And we poor maids, in duty bound, will ever pray." The forlorn sixteen would have approved the edict of the Portuguese king, which forbade widows more than fifty years old from re-marrying, on the ground that experience taught that widows of that age commonly wedded young men of no property, who dismaged the fortunes each marriage brought them, to the prejudice of children and other relatives. The command that be gathered was that earth should be souls... A Romantic Meeting. "Marry in haste and repent at leisure" is an old proverb, and no doubt originated in the mind of a person who knew of what he was speaking. But let a boy become "gone" or "mashed," as the common saying is, or vice versa, and they immediately forget themselves and plunge into the matrimonial sea, only looking at the bright side. Sometimes they make a successful bargain, but how often do they see their folly and realize that they made a sad mistake by not learning one another's peculiarities before taking the important step. Perhaps Mr. Henry Crone, of Rochelle, and Miss Mamie Degnan, of Anora, will regret that they ever met one another, and perhaps they will always look upon their meeting as the happiest epoch in their lives. We earnestly hope that the last will fall to their lot. Having said this much we will now tell our readers why we speak thus of this couple. Henry boarded the Illinois Central train at Kochelle, and Mamie, who is now his wife, took passage at Anora. Both were strangers, never having met or heard of each other until Friday, the day both were going West. The coach was well filled, and Mamie had an entire seat to herself, and was looking pensively through the window as the train rapidly sped on to Rochelle. At this station Henry boarded the train, politely asked if the seat next to her was taken, and upon receiving a pleasant "No, air," accompanied with a bright smile, occupied it, and was soon deeply interested in his lady companion. She told him that her destination was Sioux City, where she had a married sister, and where she intended to engage in the millinery business. Henry was going to settle on a farm in Plymouth county, where he had already built a house, and was returning to look after his property. Every mile they became more intimate and better pleased with one another's company. The passengers in the car noticed their close attention, and the conductor and brakeman, with a knowing wink, remarked "there's a match." Their words proved true, for at Galena the young man inquired for the nearest justice of the peace, and being informed of Fairplay, continued his ride to East Dubuque. Here both alighted, hired one of Chris. Sutter's sprightly teams, drove to Fairplay, and were made man and wife. They came to Dubuque and took last night's train for Plymouth county. Both seemed as happy as An English Farmer of Olden Times. The house was small, for in those days farmers did not look to live in villas, and till within the last few years even the parlor floor was of stone flags. Reshes used to be strenn in the halls of the palaces in ancient times, and seventy years ago old Johathan grew his own carpets. The softest and best of the bean straw grown on the farm was selected and scattered on the floor of the sitting room as warm and dry to the feet, and that was all the carpet in the house. Just before sheep shearing time, too, Jonathan used to have the nettles cut that flourished round the back of the sheds, and strewn on the floor of the barn. The nettles shrivelled up dry, and the wool did not stick to them, but could be gathered easily. With his own hands he would carry out a quart of beans to the pigs—just a quart at a time and no more, that they might eat every one, and that none might be wasted. So, too, he would carry them a few acorns in his coat pocket, and watch the relish with which the swine devoured their favorite food. He saved every bit of crooked wood that was about the place; for at that time iron was expensive, and wood that had grown crooked, and was therefore strong as well as curved, was useful for a hundred purposes. Fastened to a wall for instance, it did for a hook upon which to hang things. If an apple tree died in the orchard, it was cut out to form part of a plow and saved till wanted. Jonathan's hat was made to measure on his own special block by the hatter in Overboro' town, and it was so hard and stout that he could sit upon it without injury. His top boots always hung near the fire place, that they might not get mouldy; and he rode into market upon his "short tail horse," as he called his crop-tail nag. A farmer was nothing thought of unless he wore top boots, which seemed a distinguishing mark, as it were, of the equestrian order of agriculture. But his shoes were made straight; not as now, one to each foot—a right and a left—but each exactly alike; and he changed his shoes every morning, wearing one on one foot one day and on the other next, so that they might not get worn to either foot in particular. Shoes lasted a great length of time in those days, the leather being tanned with oak bark only, and thoroughly seasoned before it was cut up. Arctic Weather. The temperature in Hudson's strait was much lower than in the bay, and we felt the cold intensely. I began to imagine that my scollimatization had not been complete until I noticed that the Inuits who came on board complained of the cold as much as we did. Indeed, I believe that one feels the cold in an Arctic summer much more disastrous than in the winter. The low temperature in the strait is in all probability attributable to the ice that is constantly there, either local ice or the pack brought down from Fox channel by the wind and current. The great Grinnell glacier, on Meta Incognito, which Captain Hill estimated to be 100 miles in extent, must also have considerable effect upon the climate. As we passed down toward Revolution island we could see this great sea of ice from the deck of the vessel in all its solemn grandeur, surrounded by lofty peaks eld in their ever enduring mantles of snow. I did not go ashore while our vessel lay at anchor at North bay, for I had no anxiety to encounter the mosquitoes which abound there, though not to the extent that makes life such a burden as upon the eastern shores of Hudson's bay. While our water casks were being filled at Marble island in the early part of August, Captain Baker and I went into one of the ship's boats to the mainland, about fifteen miles to the southwest, to secure a lot of musk-ox skins and other articles of trade at a Kinnepatoo encampment there, and though we spent but one night on shore. I never endured such torture from so small a cause as the mosquitoes occasioned us. Indeed, my hands and his for a month afterward, were swollen and sore from the venom of these abominable little pests. They are not like civilized mosquitoes, for no amount of brushing or fanning will keep them away. Their sociability is unbounded, and you have absolutely to push them off,a handful at a time ,while their places are at once filled by others,the air teeming with them all the time. The natives keep their tents filled with smoke from a slow smoldering fire in the doorway, which is the only plan to render them habitable at all,但the remedy is only one degree better than the disease ,as Captain Baker remarked to me ,with tears. 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The passengers in the car noticed their close attention, and the conductor and brakeman, with a knowing wink, remarked "there's a match." Their words proved true, for at Galena the young man inquired for the nearest justice of the peace, and being informed of Fairplay, continued his ride to East Dubuque. Here both alighted, hired one of Chris. Sutter's sprightly teams, drove to Fairplay, and were made man and wife. They came to Dubuque and took last night's train for Plymouth county. Both seemed as happy as kings, and the young man as he stepped aboard the train remarked, "I have the queen of women, and will take good care of her." We wish them unbounded success, and earnestly hope that their path will be sprinkled through life with roses, and their lives prove like those of Parthenius and Ingomar, who were— Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. Rum Crazy. The ferry-boat Alaska was entering her slip at the foot of Roosevelt street, New York, a few days ago, when a tall man, dressed in black clothes, who had been staggering around the bridge dived off, head foremost, into the water. At once there was great commotion on the boat and on the bridge. "Stop her! Stop her!" yelled the boat-hands to the pilot. "Get a boat-hook; a ladder. Don't run over him. Stop the boat." Women who saw the man jump, screamed and turned pale; passengers in the cabins rushed out; the bells jingled, and the boat slowly stopped. Meanwhile the man had come to the surface, and with powerful strokes swam toward the boat. At first it was thought that he was trying to save himself, and when he came within reach a boat-hook was lowered to him. He would not touch it, but tried to get directly in the way of the boat; but by this time it was backing. Then a deck-hand, by a skillful thrust, caught the man by the shoulder with the hook. The coat was evidently new, and held for a time, as the man twisted and turned and struggled to get loose. Finally the cloth gave way, and the man giving a powerful shove, swam away on his back toward the bridge. He was evidently an accomplished swimmer, and perfectly at home in the water. When near the bridge he turned on his face and dived down under the water, but a man speared him with another boat-hook and brought him to the surface. He quickly shook himself loose and again went under, while the air-bubbles arose from his lips. Again he was fished up, and this time he was drawn so near that a stout fellow reaching down seized him by the collar. Then a ladder was put down. The man would not climb. Another man reached down and also seized him, and the next moment the would-be suicide was dragged dripping upon the ship. He was taken to the Oak street police station, where he gave his name as Charles H. Hayes. "I guess I'm about forty," he said, in a dazed manner. "I live in Boston. I don't know how I The Terrible Octopus. The ferocity of the octopus is undeniable; but doubt has hitherto been cast on the old stories which represent this unpleasant creature as being in the habit of seizing and swamping boats. It is admitted by scientific naturalists that the hideous thing known to the ancient world as cuttlefish or squid, attains to a portentions size and strength in the warmer seas, and is very powerful and even dangerous. Its voracity and the peculiar violence with which it attacks and rends its prey are well known to those persons who have seen it, weakened by captivity and rendered less eagerly ravenous by the abundance of food ready to its thousand hands. To speak by the card, these number 960 in all, and are rather to be called fingers than hands. But what fingers Each is a powerful snucker that expands and contracts with rapid and changeful motion, and there are 120 to each of the eight long, writhing, restless arms. With eyes fixed on its adversary, and with parrot-like beak advanced for the encounter, this most unsightly of all living things inspires awe by its loathbliness not less than by its actual power to harm. That it will turn and fasten upon a human being if angered or menaced with capture, is a well established fact, and a recent occurrence reported from Adelaide goes far to revive the old belief that a polypus will venture on attacking the hull of a boat. A telegram from Port Elliott, published in the South Australian papers, states that on the 29th of August last "Trooper Bruce and a man named Edward were out in the bay near Lipson's island examining a piece of wreckage when their boat was encircled by the tentacles of a large octopus, and as he called his crop-tail nag. A farmer was nothing thought of unless he wore top boots, which seemed a distinguishing mark, as it were, of the equestrian order of agriculture. But his shoes were made straight; not as now, one to each foot—a right and a left—but each exactly alike; and he changed his shoes every morning, wearing one on one foot one day and on the other the next, so that they might not get worn to either foot in particular. Shoes lasted a great length of time in those days, the leather being tanned with oak bark only, and thoroughly seasoned before it was cut up. There is even a story of a farmer who wore his best shoes every Sunday for seven years in Sundays—fifty years—and when he died them buried with him, still far from worn out. At that date folks had no banking account, but kept their coin in a strong chest under the bed, sometimes hiding it in strange places. Jonathan was once visiting a friend, and after they had hobnobbed a while, the old fellow took him, with many precautions that they should not be observed, into the pig-sty, and showed him fifty guineas hid in the thatch. That was by no means all of his property, but the old fellow said with a wink that he liked to have a little hoard of his own that his wife knew nothing about. Rich Jeffries. The shores of Hudson's bay are low and barren and abound in lakes of every size and shape. They are too low to produce glaciers, but are just right for the production of the finest crop of mosquitoes to be found in the world, as has been previously remarked by Franklin, Richardson, and indeed, all the explorers of this territory. After leaving Marble Island, we sailed toward Depot Island, Cape Fullerton, and Whale Point, so that we might see any other ships that might have come in this season and get some news from them. We found plenty of ice in Daly bay and the entrance to Rowe's Welcome, the ice bridge still extending from near Whale Point to Southampton island. N.Y.Herald. A Girl Monk. Matrena Ivanovna, a Russian peasant girl of two-and-twenty, has recently acquired considerable notoriety in her native land, through the fact that, under the monastic designation of "Father Michael," she succeeded in passing several months in the cloister of Starsja Ladoga, without incurring the least suspicion on the part of her fellow monks that she was other than she seemed to be. Forced by her father to marry a man whom she detested, she disappeared from her home on the day succeeding her wedding, and upon search being made, her clothes and two long plaits of her "back hair," were found near the Wolchoff river, as well as a letter in her handwriting stating that, rather than live with her husband she had resolved to drown herself. Her relatives, believing that she had really committed suicide, forbore any further inquiry, and mourned for her as one dead. She, however, dressed in man's clothing, applied last March for admission to the above named monastery, and was duly received into the confraternity on probation, taking the minor vows, and officiating as coachman to the prior. There is no knowing to what ecclesiastical dignities she might not in time have risen; had not unkind fortune decreed that a native of her own village should have been sent to Staraja Ladoga by his master for correction at the hands of the brethren, his offense being inveterate drunkenness. Promptly recognized and denounced by this indiscreet taper as his own bushes ushering out his pour all the heart sided temple man; this pose; what things she where be done. When often bites us when our eyes are nearly irrisistic as imminent Jackson New Zealand variety curious lands; that of this latter upon throughers; an front; brows; savages He quickly shook himself loose and again went under, while the air-bubbles arose from his lips. Again he was fished up, and this time he was drawn so near that a stout fellow reaching down seized him by the collar. Then a ladder was put down. The man would not climb. Another man reached down and also seized him, and the next moment the would-be suicide was dragged dripping upon the ship. He was taken to the Oak street police station, where he gave his name as Charles H. Hayes. "I guess I'm about forty," he said, in a dazed manner. "I live in Boston. I don't know how I came in the water." He afterwards said that he was a sailor, just returned from a cruise, and had been on a spree. STARVATION AT THE AGE OF 111.—The N.Y. Sun publishes the following from Ellenville: Sarah Dempsey, aged 111 years, probably the oldest woman in the State of New York, has just been found dead in bed in her hut on the Ulster Mountains, near here. She had died from starvation and weakness, and her house was found in a terrible condition. No food of any kind was in the house. The appearance of the corpse indicated that the old lady had, from lack of proper food, become unable to get out of her bed, and had lain there until she had died of starvation. Mrs. Dempsey had lived in this hut, miles from any habitation, for many years. She had been solitary in her halts ever since she was abandoned by a young man with whom she eloped from school when a young girl. Beside the dead woman's bed was found a piece of paper, on which was scrawled in pencil: "My God, I am dying by inches from hunger. My money will be found." And there it ended. Eastern men visiting the Rocky Mountains generally underestimate the strength and ferocity of the cinnamon bears of that region, and lives are frequently lost in consequence. A recent instance was that of three amateur hunters near Deadwood. They foolishly drove a big bear into a corner, and one of them was instantly torn to pieces. The command that the waters should be gathered was the command that the earth should be sculptured.—Ruskin. Improper Breathing.—Old as the world is, and wise as the people have become, it is astonishing how little we know as a mass of the value of proper breathing. How few of us habitually enjoy, to the full, the blessings of heaven's pure atmosphere! The stomach suffers from over-eating, and indigestion, followed by dyspepsia ensues. The lungs suffer from a lack of nourishment, and, through this lack, impure blood is circulated over and over again throughout our systems, producing all the direful effects of poison in the blood, which might find an effectual antidote in the inhalation of large quantities of pure air. Proper breathing is a habit and one that should be inoculated with the lessons in the school-room. It is an element of physical culture too vital in its importance and too serious in the evil of its results to escape the serious consideration of every parent and teacher. If the breath is the life, take it into the system capiously, teaching the children the art of living.—Hawkeye. A Useful Maid.—"Although English people are almost as well known to Parishians as to Londoners, occasionally a story of the traditional hantour of 'milords' and 'miledies' finds its way into a French newspaper. In one of them I read the other day that a lady had entered a postoffice to buy a stamp. Having purchased it, she turned to her maid, standing behind, and made a sign. The maid at once put out her tongue, over which she lightly passed the stamp, and then affixed it to her letter." After twenty-one centuries the remains of the 300 young Thebans, formerly the "Sacred Battalion," who fell at the terrible battle of Cherones, have now been dug up. During the summer excavations have been made around the gigantic memorial lion which was placed in the center of the field to commemorate the deeds of heroism of that dark day. A wall twenty-five yards in length and fifteen yards in breadth was first found beneath the soil. Within this inclosure at a depth of four yards lay the bones of 185 Thebans, resting side by side, ranged in rows of forty each in the altitude in which he had died. Seven such rows have been found. They are so placed that the heads of those of the second rank repose at the feet of the first. All bear the marks of the blows that caused their death. One of them has both thighs pierced by thrusts of the spear; another has the jawbone broken and splintered; a third has the skull tarribly hacked; a fourth, whose head is wonderfully well preserved, has the month still wide open, as if he breathed. This last will be conveyed to the Museum of Antiquities at Athens. What is especially noticeable about it is that the jaws possess every tooth in perfect order. No weapons have been found. Women in Spectacles. We have known charming women who wore spectacles, but, as a rule, we do not consider glasses becoming to ladies. They are apt to give a semi-masculine, semi-scholastic, semi-clerical appearance to female wearers which is not particularly prepossessing. A stern look is unpleasant in a woman, and glasses generally give this look more or less to the wearer. We are not fond of extremes, and although we are far from agreeing with the prudish old age that a woman should never look straight into the face of a man, we are not fond of being deliberately stared at by a spectacled lady. Most ladies' noses are not very well fitted by nature for carrying spectacles, consequently, when they use glasses, they are obliged to throw their heads slightly back in a manner which appears at first sight a little supercilious. In most cases, of course, this appearance is unavoidable, but we fancy we have known instances in which women have gladly availed themselves of the excuse of spectacles for looking impudent. When women dialike each other they have a method of staring at one another through their spectacles which convey more meaning than it would be possible for language to express. Glasses rarely increase the benignity of the countenance, but women can look through spectacles with a disagreeable expression which is beyond the power of the male sex. We have observed that many short-sighted ladies who never use glasses before men, make unblushing use of the most uncompromising spectacles when they are, or imagine themselves to be, exclusively in the company of their own sex. At any rate they will often merely use an eye-glass or pince-nes in general society, but wear regular spectacles among women. The pince-nes has become wonderfully fashionable of late years. If you place one alongside a pair of spectacles on a table, both appear equally harmless, but upon the nose the difference of effect is extraordinary. It is amusing to meet a person whom one has been accustomed to see in regular spectacles wearing a pince-nes for the first time. You hardly recognize your friend. The face looks but half clothed, and it wears a rolllicking expression, which is in strong contrast with the sobriety of its old spectated days. In years gone by there were times when instruments existed somewhat similar in their construction to the pince-nes. They were even more hideous than the old spectacles, and were called by the euphonic name of Bank of Anaheim, CAPITAL STOCK, $100,000.00. S. H. MOTT PRESIDENT B. F. SEIBERT, CASINER. DIRECTORS: H. MABURY, E. F. SPENCER. S. F. SEIBERT, S. H. MOTT, O. S. WITHERBY. This Bank receives Deposits, Loans Money, Buys and Sells Exchange and Currency, makes Collections and transacts a General Banking Business. 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The first law of success at this day, when so many matters are clamoring for attention, is concentration; to bend all the energies to one point, looking neither to the right nor left. It has been justly said that a great deal of the wisdom of a man in this century is shown in leaving things unknown; and a great deal of their practical sense in leaving things undone. The day of universal scholars is past. "Life is short and art is long." The range of human knowledge has increased so enormously that no brain can grapple with it, and the man who would know one thing well must have the courage to be ignorant of a thousand things, however attractive and inviting. As with knowledge, so with work. The man who would get along must single out his specialty, and into that must pour the whole stream of his activity—all the energies of his hand, eye, tongue, heart and brain. Broad culture, many-sidedness are beautiful things to contemplate; but it is the narrow-edge man, the men of single and intense purpose, who steel their souls against all things else, who accomplish the hard things of the world, and who are everywhere in demand when hard work is to be done. WHERE BANGING BEGAN.—It has often been a subject of wonderment to us where our pretty girls got the notion from of combing their front hair down over their foreheads and cutting off the ends so as to make the inch and a half of hair which they keep hanging down nearly to their eyebrows, and which is irresistibly associated in our minds with an imperfectly sheared mule's tail. The mystery we solved to our satisfaction last night as we dropped into Dr. Jackson's. The doctor received from New Zealand yesterday among quite a variety of ferns and mosses, and other curiosities from that semi-barbarous land, the pictures of two Maori—natives of that country—a boy and a girl—and the latter had her back hair all looped upon the top of her head and stuck through with white-tipped turkey feathers, and the front hair hauled down in front, the ends mingling with the eyebrows. So, it is from the New Zealand savages, and not from the North American Indian women, ladies, that you pear equally harmless, but upon the nose the difference of effect is extraordinary. It is amusing to meet a person whom one has been accustomed to see in regular spectacles wearing a pince-nez for the first time. You hardly recognize your friend. The face looks but half clothed, and it wears a rolllicking expression, which is in strong contrast with the sobriety of its old spectacles days. In years gone by there were times when instruments existed somewhat similar in their construction to the pince-nez. They were even more hideous than the old spectacles, and were called by the euphonic name of "goggles." They stood much in the same relation to spectacles that the ancient blunderbuss did to the gun of the period.—Saturday Review. THE BEST OF ALL LINIMENTS FOR MAN OR BEAST. When a medicine has infailibly done its work in millions of cases for more than a third of a century; when it has reached every part of the world; when numberless families everywhere can sider it the only safe reliance in case of pain or accident, it is pretty safe to call such a medicine THE BEST OF ITS KIND. This is the case with the Meniscan Mustang Limiment. Every mail brings intelligence of a valuable horse saver, the agony of an awful snout on burn subdued, the horror of sheep matures overcome, and of a shearer and one other blessing and mourning performed by the old reliable Meniscan Mustang Limiment. All forms of outward disease are speedily cured by the MEXICAN Mustang Limiment. If penetrates muscle, membrane and tissue, to the very bone, bunching pain and curing disease with a power that never fails. It is a medicine needed by everybody, from the rancho, who rides his MUSTANG over the solitary plains, to the merchant prince, and the woodcutter who spills his foot with the size. It curses linematism when all other The crematory and appurtenances at Gotha in Germany, cost $22,000, and the incineration of thirty bodies had taken place in it during the past eighteen months. The columbarium is a building which receives the urns containing the ashes. These urns are furnished by the relatives of the deceased, are thirteen inches high and fifteen wide and may be deposited in the columbarium for twenty years, after which they are to be removed. The total cost of cremation in Gotha in $7.50, and the entire management of the crematory, as well as the charge of columbarium, has been undertaken by the municipal authorities of that city. Plans and specifications of this crematory have been sent to the Cremation Society of St. Louis, Mo., for use in building. He WANTED SOMETHING NEW.—A cigarette-smoking session of one of the first families on the West Side came into this office yesterday to request that a notice of his coming unuptials might be inserted in the paper. "Don't say, however," said the young man earnestly, "that I am about to lead to the hymenal alter the beautiful and accomplished daughter of Mr. So-and-So, because that kind of slush is too old; and besides, no one can lead a woman, and then again, it's leap year. Better make it read that I have consented to be her n." He was assured that it would be done, and left. — Chicago Tribune The weight of the heart is from eight to twelve ounces. It beats 100,000 times in twenty-four hours.