Denison Daily News. (Denison, Tex.), Vol. 6, No. 39, Ed. 1 Sunday, April 7, 1878 Page: 6 of 8
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Love's Lwrt Suit.
forgot me when I'm gone.
W lutn the tret In overt hro w u
l.ot its pltVCU tin diggej null SOWU
•O'er whbiftoiss; vfUm* thut l growu,
The very pinoe nhitU bo unknown,
so court I oblivioni
■jo, 1 charge thee by our love,
Lore, target >110 when I'm gone!
JLove «t him that lire la clay
OHy inuketli life forlorn-
Clouding o'or the now-bom day
With regrets of yestorinorn.
" And what isiove to Jiitn that's low,
Or sunshine 011 bis grave that floats?
Love nor sunshine reachctli now
Deeper than the daisy roots.
So, when he that nigh tne hovers—
Death, that spares not happy lovers—
Comes to claim bis little due,
Love, as thou art good and true,
Proudly give the churl his own,
And forget me when I'm gone I"
— Thomas Davidson, in Blackwood't Magazine.
The Wife of the Period.
A blushing couple—lately wed—
Had sought their Western homo, 'tis said;
Where the young husband, with bis dear,
Essay'd to act the pioneer.
He hired no help himself to aid,
And she employed no kiteben-mald—
Thus in a careful, prudent way,
Preparing for "a rainy day."
The bride with health and beauty bluss'd,
Was potted, Idolized, caress'd:
The honey-moon so sweetly sped,
It hardly could be sung or said!
Out things grew mlx'd on table, shelf,
The house seem'd not to "keep" itself—
No place for this or that, was found-
Things were promiseuous-pitch'd around,
As in old bachelor's halls, wliero Coin,
Chaos, and dirty dishes reign;
Whero hose, unmended, misery brood,
And bosom-buttons burst, secede;
Where elbows, like a ragged rhyme,
Forlornly miss tho "stitch in time;"
Wliero beds are "made" with many a hill,
Convuls'd as by a tliroshing-mill;
Where cobwebs, dust, and lumber, lie,
Detestable as printer's pi;
Whero specks, and flies, and bugs abound,
. And creeping things invade the ground!
Well—when the fond, bewilder'd man,
With whom our story just began,
Awoke to soe how things appear'd,
Or how his home was engineer'd—
Till ev'ry cleanly dud was gone.
When the fam'd garment Hood had sung,
The very last—was on him hung—
He thought to gently hint desire
To be supplied with frosh attire;
So, bright and early out he creeps,
•One morn, while yet his darling sleeps;
Builds high the lire; proceeds, anon,
To put the pots and kettles on,
FUl'd with soft water to the brittt.
This, done, just then, accosting him,
His angel, with her nightcap rais'd,
And looking earnest and amaz'd,
Exclaimed, (as something were amfts)—
" Why, husband! husband I how is this?
Do tell me, precious!—tell mo why
This strange performance meets my eye?"
" Don't be alarmed," says I10, "dear Hose,
But I must somehow have some clo'es!
You see, by Jove! there is a lack!
The last clean thing Is on my back!"
" Oh! then!"—with ecstacy said she,
" Wash, love, while at It, one for me !"
Thus women's rights wives do begin.
To break their naughty husbands in.
Dr. Gibson, having made a friendly
visit to Mrs. Kellicott, walked down to
the garden-gate with her daughter Mat-
ty. Matty was 20 years old, and the
Doctor was 30. Her eyes were brown,
and his were gray. She "had on" a
pink calico dress and a white muslim
apron; and he wore professional black.
The gentleman admired the lady's flow-
ers very much, especially the roses, one
■of which, by the way, she had tucked
under her chin. She inquired, with con-
siderable show of interest, about the
Ruggles children, who had the measels.
He told her, gravely, all about Tommy
and Ben, Alice and Kit, and when he
had finished, a silence fell upon them.
Matty was leaning on the gate, look-
ing down the village street. She thought
how singular it was for Mr. Scott to
paint his veranda pea-green, with lav-
ender borders, and was about to say so
to Dr. Gibson, when he stopped her.
He said the very last thing she would
have expected to hear. lie said, "Mat-
ty, I love you, and want you to marry
Her very look would have told him,
without a single spoken word, how
thoroughly unlooked for such a propos-
al had been. She had never, in all the
years she had known Dr. Gibson,
thought for a moment of the possibility
of his loving her. She was very sorry,
she told him, but she did'nt love him
one bit, at least in that way. But tears
came to her relief, as she saw the quiet
face grow a trifle overcast.
" I hardly believed you did care for
me," he went on, after a pause. " But I
hoped you might learn to do it."
" But-rbut," said Matty, with embar-
rassment. " I—I thought every one
knew I was engaged to my Cousin
"Your Cousin Tom!" echoed the
It was impossible to mistake the ex-
pression which passed over his features.
It was not merely personal regret at the
fact she announced, but an impartial
disapproval of the match. He made no
•comment, however, but directly said:
■" Matby, I shall never get over this—I
mean that I shall always lovo you; and
if you ever need a friend or protector,
or—or any one, you'll come to me,
She promised, and held her hand to
him. Fie shook it warmly, said " Bless
you," and left her hurriedly.
Matty, still leaning on the little wood-
en gate, watched the retiring figure out
of sight. She was very quiet all day,
and in the evening propounded this ab-
surd question: " Tom, what would you
do if I should jilt you?"
Tom stroked his downy upper lip, and
"Couldn't say," ho replied, after
some moments of reflection. "You
might try it, and see."
" Perhaps I will," aho responded,
more seriously than the occasion seem-
ed to ivarrant. Tom stared hard at her,
bnt immediately forgot the incident.
Nearly a year passed. One day, Mrs.
Kellicott's servant rushed into Dr. Gib-
sou's house, and breathlessly announced
to that gentleman that " Mr. Tom would
be dead as a door-nail long afore he got
there, if ho dldu't run." For two sec-
onds, thinking of Tom as his rival in
Matty's affections, the Doctor had half a
■ mind to consign him to the tender mer-
j cies of good, stupid, old Dr. Wells; but
his better nature prevailed, and he start-
ed for Mrs. Kellicott's at the very heels
of the excited sorvant-girl. When he
arrived, ho found Tom in a high state of
delirium. He pronounced it a sevore
1 case of typhoid fever, and privately
I added a doubt whether he would recov-
er. He sent to his own house for some
changes of clothing, and prepared to
stop for the present with the sick man.
; Matty, too, was unwearied in her work,
| and, being necessarily much in Tom's
j room, consequently saw the Doctor con-
He and his patient presented a marked
contrast to each other; the latter was
cross, captious and peevish to an un-
j heard-of degree, and talked incessantly
I of some unknown being named Kate.
On the other hand, Dr. Gibson was so
patient and gentle, so strong and help-
ful, doing so much for Tom, and yet
not forgetting one of his accustomed
duties, that Matty opened her eyes in
One morning, as the Doctor prepared
a sleeping-draught for some patient,
and dictated to Matty a prescription for
somebody else, she said, with real soli-
citude, " Dr. Gibson, you will certainly
kill yourself, if you keep on at this rate,
and 'tis my belief that you are over-
worked and you ought to take a rest."
" Do I appear to be at death's door?"
he inquired, straightening up, and
squaring his shoulders, as if proud of
his proportions. " No, Matty," he con-
tinued, solemnly, though with a merry
twinkle in his eyes; "'work,'as Mrs.
Bowers frequently remarks, ' is a pan-
acea.' " M&tty understood him, and
At last Tom was pronounced out of
danger, and now the Doctor felt he
must remove his belongings from Mrs.
Kellicott's house to his own. Matty,
hidden by the honeysuckle-vines of the
piazza, watched him go, and cried a lit-
The morning after, Tom and Matty
sat on the lawn; he reading, or pretend-
ing to read, while she sewed diligently.
Neither had uttered a word for more
than half an hour. Presently Matty
shook out the muslin cap she was mak-
ing, and laid it on her work-box, put
her little silver thimble aside, and drop-
ped her hands one over the other in her
lap. Then she looked up.
Tom was staring straight at her. She
colored violently, and so, for that mat-
ter, did he.
"Tom," she began, " don't be an-
gry. Do forgive me! I "she paused,
trying to think how she could tell him
softly; but went on bluntly, " I want to
end our engagement."
" So do I," rejoined he, with difficul-
ty repressing a whistle.
They both burst into a hearty laugh.
"You see, Mat," said Tom, when he
could speak, " I love some one else."
Mattie appeared to be taken quite by
surprise by this declaration.
"But I couldn't help it; indeed I
couldn't. She is "
" She is a young lady whose name is
is Kate, and her eyes are the blackest,
her cheeks the ruddiest, and she sings
4 Under the Stars,' with guitar accom-
paniment," rattled Mattie, all in a
It was now Tom's turn to stare.
"Where did you find all that out?"
" My dear, a little bird, whispered it.
I think I'll go and write to my future
cousinand off she ran, glad to escape
from the questions which she feared lie
" But you haven't told me " he
called after her.
"And never shall," she returned,
whisking into her own room.
In less than half an hour she had rec-
onciled her mother to Fate's decrees,
had written to Miss Kate Spencer, had
pursuaded Tom to write also, and had
done much toward informing the whole
village of her altered prospects.
In due time Tom was married, Matty
officiating as first bridesmaid.
Matty, after the excitement of Tom's
wedding, bethought herself what she
| should do. There were her summer
dresses to be made up and the flowers
to attend to, but these occupied neither
all her time nor thoughts. There ough;
to have been Dr. Gibson, too, she could
| not help thinking, but that gentleman,
instead of falling at her feet as soon as
he heard she was free, paid her no more
| attention than before. She waited for
him in growing wonder and worry, an
eternity—two weeks—and then took
measures to bring him to his senses.
She employed only recognized and lady-
like means, however. She began by
flirting a little with different gentlemen.
There was Will Ellis. This young
gentleman had offered himself to our
heroine, on the average, four times a
year, ever since she was 15.
She had invariably refused him, de-
cidedly and emphatically; but they
were the best friends in the world. She
now told him in so many words, that
she would accept all the attention he'
would otter her during the next week,
taking care to remember that this sin- j
gular declaration proceeded not from
any specific regard for him, but was
made in pursuance of some occult de-
sign on her pRrt.
Forthwith, the pair embarkod upon
what seemed the stormiest flirtation
Skiunersville ever saw. In tho long
mornings they drove or walked out to-
gether; they dined at Mrs. Kellicott's,
and immediately sallied forth on some
other excursion. Both were excellent
equestrians, and Matty gloried in gal-
loping "over hill and over dale,"
on one of Will's jhandsome horses.
(Will, by the bye, was tho son of a rich
man.; Then they drank tea on the
lawn and spent the evening at the piano,
or in reading. At the hour of 10 Matty
always sent Will home without a parti-
cle of coremony, or regret at his depart-
ure. In short, what appeared to Skin-
nersville a serious courtship, was, in
reality, a purely business matter, and
so understood between the two parties
This state of affairs continued for a
week or so, during which time the Doc-
tor ignored Matty's existence, except as
she was the daughter of his dear friend,
Mrs. Kellicott. And all the while the
girl was raging inwardly at her former
"Why doesn't he ask me once
again?" she queried, mentally. "I am
sure he loves me, and any one might
see that I love him; but he won't speak,
and I can't. I suppose I shall be an
But the Doctor was not to blame. A
man of the world would have seen
through Matty's stratagem, but he did
not. He imagined she was either try-
ing to drown her disappointment at
losing Tom, or had really decided to
marry the enamored Will.
The truth occurred to Matty, at last.
She could hardly believe such stupidity
existed in the mind of man; but she de-
termined to try what a modest and re-
tiring behavior would effect. So she
dismissed Will, and became, to all out-
ward resemblance, a little nun. Still,
no advances on the Doctor's part. He
came and went constantly to the house,
however. Matty gave up all hope,
finally, of ever coming to a better un-
derstanding with him, when something
Dr. Gibson "dropped in," one morn-
ing, when Mrs. Kellicott sat sewing on
the lawn, in the cool, refreshing breeze.
" You musn't come here," she called,
as he alighted from his gig. " My work
requires my undivided attention. You
may go and help Matty, if you like."
That young lady was making tartlets
in the kitchen. She saw the Doctor
coming round the corner of the house,
gave a hurried glance at the bright bot-
tom of a tin-pan she was holding, found
herself presentable, and greeted him
composedly. She was very glad to sec
him, she said. Wouldn't he come in?
No, he wouldn't come in, the day was
so beautiful. He would just stand on
the little brick pavement under the win-
dow, and lean over the sill. So there
he stood, under the grape-vine trellis,
with little flecks of golden sunshine fall-
ing on his hair and shoulders. Matty
observed that he looked thoroughly un-
love r-like, and concluded that he didn't
intend to propose.
Somehow the talk veered round from
the weather to Miss Becker, the suffrage
and woman's rights. Matty, on this,
spoke up. She didn't at all believe in
the second-hand influence which reach-
ed the ballot-box through the agency of
husband and brothers.
" When I vote," #he said, " I vote to
march to the polling-place, and put in
my vote my own self."
" What a pretty spectacle you'd make,
Matty, with that rolling-pin in your
" I am not at all sure that I want
to vote," she interrupted. "But I
would just like to make a few laws,
" Well, you might petition Congress,"
suggested the Doctor, gravely.
" Oh, they're not legal laws; only so-
cial customs and usages. I'll tell you
just what I mean."
She laid the rolling-pin aside with an
emphatic bang,placed her floury arms a
kimbo, looking very earnest and deter-
mined, and quite regardless of the fact
that she and Dr. Gibson were in love
with each other. " Now, at a party,
when a lady sits alone in a stiff chair all
the evening, not dancing, simply be-
cause she hasn't apartner, and can't a-k
any one—ah, you know, Dr. Gibson,
you know "
"How it is myself?" interpolated he.
" How it was at Mrs. Campbell's, the
other night. If I had been Aifha Rad-
cliffe, or Dora Collard, I'd have asked
some of you men to dance with me."
" Then you think women should have
the privilege of asking for whatever they
wish?" he retorted, with a half smile.
• She answered that she thought just
" Well, Matty, I quite agree with you.
I not only think they should have the
right in such a case as you mention, but
also in more serious affairs. For instance
women might, with perfect propriety,
make proposals of marriage."
Now, such an idea had never entered
Matty's head, and she seized the jam-
pot in great embarrassment. The Doc-
tor went on, with much gravity.
" I am aware that it would be a very
unconventional proceeding, and I am
afraid no woman will ever be wise
enough to take the initiative; and yet I
am persuaded that, in many instances,
it would be the most natural and beau-
tiful thing she could do."
He was looking unconsciously up at
the blue sky shining through the fila-
gree-work of the vine-leaves above him.
It was evident he was thinking
of 'womon in the abstract only,
but a faltering little " Dr. Gibson " re-1
called him to himself. And there stood
Matty, smiling, blushing, dimpling,
ready to extinguish herself in her brown
" Dr. Gibson, I like you ever so
much!" she faltered, bravely, but
The Doctor jumped through the open
window, and made hie proposal over
The Famine in China.
The details of the famine in North
China are appalling. Sir Thomas Wade,
the British Ambassador to that empire,
has spoken of it as "perhaps the widest-
spread and most fearful scourge that
has befallen humanity for the last 200
years." It began in 1875, and has been
growing each year worse and worse.
Its origin is ascribed to the drying of
the soil caused by the cutting away of
all forest growths. "Fancy," says Sir
Thomas Wade, " a country larger than
thirteen Switzerlands a prey to want
that it is well-nigh impossible to relieve.
The people's faces are black with hun-
ger ; they are dying by thousands upon
thousands. Women and girls and boys
are openly offered for sale to any chance
wayfarer. When I left the country, a
respectable married woman could easily
be bounght for six dollars, and a little
girl for two. Corpsos lay rotting on
the highway, and) there was none to
bury them. As for food, the popula-
tion . subsisted for a long time
on roots and grass; then they found
some nourishment in the willow-
buds; and finally ate the thatches off
their cottages." From this they have
descended to tree-bark, potato-stalks,
and slate-stone! Assistance has so far
come from the foreigners residing in the
treaty ports, and has been disbursed
through Christian missionaries. The
effect of the disinterested labor of the
missionaries for the relief of the suffer-
ing has been great on the minds of the
Chinese. English charity, which now
has the Eastern world for its benefi-
ciary, and which was busy last year in
succoring India and Bulgaria, is again
becoming active for the relief of this
second recent famine in China. Prof.
Legge, of Oxford, at a meeting held in
iLondon, expressed the hope " that the
missionary societies would be foremost
with their help, for, to his mind, there
would be no surer means of pressing on
missionary enterprise than by practi-
cally preaching the gospel of charity
and good will to all men."
The Pecuniary Value of Life.
A certain amount of expense has to
be incurred in any class before a child
can attain such an age and such a
strength that it can earn its own liveli-
hood. It is very difficult to estimate
what the expense of even a careful man
who passes through the ordiaary univer-
sity career must have been before he is
able to earn any thing for liinself.
Among the lower ranks the problem is
simpler, though tho facts and the gen-
eral course of events have, making due
allowance for difference in station, a
considerable similarity. " The value of
any class of lives is determined by val-
uing first at birth, or at any age, the
cost of future maintenance, and then the
value of the future earnings. Thus pro-
ceeding, I found the value of a Norfolk
agricultural laborer to bo £246 at the
age of 25; the child is by this method
worth only £5 at birth, £56 at the
age of 5; £117 at the age
of 10; the youth £192 at the age
of 15; the young man £234 at
the age of 20; the man £240 at the age
of 25, £241 at tho age of 30, when the
value goes on declining to £136 at the
age of 55, and only £1 at the age of 70;
the cost of maintenance afterwards ex
ceeding the earnings, the value becomes
negative; at 80 the value of the cost of
maintenance exceeds the value of the
earnings by £41." A computation of
this kind places the value of a popula
tion before us in a new light. We see
how great the vigor of the productive
activity of the inhabitants of these
islands must have been which has en-
abled the British Empire to make such
vast strides in material wealth during
the past 40 years, while parting with so
many of the youngest and ablest of the
community to colonize other lands, and
to carry to them that wealth which their
labor would otherwise have been worth
to the mother country.—Quarterly lie-
Thk Captain of a British bark, which
arrived at West Cowes from Batavia on
March 3d, reports the following remark-
able phenomena: January 2i), at 7 a.
m., in latitude 4.20 N., longitude 21.45
W., saw several sub-marine volcanoes
throwing large columns of water about
100 feet in the air, while the sea was in
great commotion, as it is when there is
a very strong under-current, the weather
at the time being very cloudy with rain,
and nearly oalm. The sound was like
A standing joke—Getting up to offer
your seat to a lady in a car, and then
having her give itto her husband.—N.Y.
A crushed humorist asks us how
many pigs' feet in a yard. We believe ,
it depends whother or not the gate is
We saw a young man with two heads
on his shoulders tho other day, but
didn't consider it much of a curiosity.
One belonged to his girl.—Berkshire
Little Alice G.'s grandfather is near-
ly a hundred years old. A short time
since a companion asked her how old
her grandfather was. "Hush," said
Alice, " don't speak so loud; I think
God has forgotten my grandpa."
Bubmins has had more trouble with
his phonograph. There was a sewing-
snoiety there the other day, and the
phonograph kept up a lively conversa-
tion that evening about the needs of the
heathen, and the faults of the neighbors,
until midnight. Then Bubbins corked
it up, and in less than 15 minutes it ex-
ploded, and destroyed about half the
parlor furniture. There are limits to
the oapacity of the phonograph.—Rome
It is easy enough. Suppose you have
mailed a letter in your pocket and car-
ried it there three weeks! Sit down and
write: "You will observe by the date
of the within, my dear mother-in-law,
that Eliza forgot to hand it to me until
to-day. It has been banged around in
the bureau-drawer and is rather soiled
in consequence. I must talk to Eliza.
She is getting more careless and forget-
ful every day."—Buffalo Express.
He clasps tho crag with hooked hands
Hard by the sun in Eastern lands;
Hinged by tho azure world he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath hltn crawls;
Ho gazes down tho mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt, he falls!
He clasps with crooked hands ye fence
Hard by ye henroost; gazing thence,
He spies a mice, what's got no sense.
Ye foolish mleo can't well see him,
Because ye sun his eye doth dim-
He lioppetli down, and grabbeth lilm!
The difference, although but faint,
•Twixt T's and L's I now will paint—
T's eagle's wild—L's eagle aintl
Easter Games in Germany.
Easter Monday is looked upon as a
grand holiday by the peasantry in
Germany. Weddings are often deferred
to this day, and many village games are
reserved for this season. The lads and
lassies all appear in their gala costumes;
the girls with short, dark skirts, braided
with gold or silver, snowy aprons and
full white sleeves, bright colored bod-
ices and odd little caps; the boys with
knee-breeches, white stockings, low
shoes, and scarlet or yellow vests, the
solid gold or silver buttons on which are
often their whole inheritance. But
when they are dancing gayly together
on the green, they look a good deal
happier than if they were little Kings
Games vary in differeut villages
throughout the country, but one exam-
ple will give some idea of what they are
Two of the leading young men of the
place take entire charge of the day's
amusements, selecting for the purpose
as the scene of festivities some inn or
Wirthschafl, to which is attached a large
garden or meadow.
For several preceding evenings, when
work is over, they go about from house
to house, dressed in their best, and car-
rying large baskets on their arms.
Everywhere they are kindly received,
and bread with wine or cider is placed
before them. While they eat and drink
the baskets are quietly slipped away by
some member of the family, a generous
donation of eggs is placed within them,
and they are secretly returned to their
places. Tho eggs are not asked for,
neither are they alluded to in any way;
but the object of the visit is well under-
stood and prepared for long before-
When Monday morning dawns, the
inn is found to have been gaily decorat-
ed with garlands of green and flowers,
and fluttering ribbons of many colors.
The tree nearest the house is ornament-
ed in like manner, and on it the prize to
be contended for conspicuously hangs.
On the smooth grass hard by a strip, a
few feet wide and perhaps a hundred
long, has been roped in, and at either
end of this narrow plot a large, shallow,
round-bottomed basket, called a Warme,
is placed, one filled with chaff' and the
other with eggs, dozens upon dozens,
cooked and raw, white and colored.
The plan of the peculiar game which
follows is that one player is pitted
to run a given distance, while another
safely throws the eggs from one basket
to the other, he who first completes his
tasn being, of course, the winner. Ac-
cordingly, when the young men and
maidens have arrived, two leaders draw
lots to determine who shall run and
who shall throw. That decided, the
contestants are gayly docked with rib-
bons, a band strikes up a lively air, a
capering clown clears tho way, and the
game begins. He who throws takes the
eggs, and one after another swiftly
whirls them the length of the course,
and into tho chaff-lilled baskot, which
is held in the hands of an assistant. Oc-
casionally he makes a diversion by
pitching a hard one to be scrambled for
by the crowds of children who
have assembled to see the
sport. Meantime—while wagers are
laid as to who will likelj win—
the other contestant speeds tho distance
of a mile or two to an appointed goal,
marks it as proof of his having touched
it, and if he succeeds in returning De-
fore all tho eggs are thrown, the victory
and tho prize aro his, otherwise they be-
long to his opponent. The game fin-
ished, tho prize is presented to the victor
with due coremony and amid tho cheers
of the crowd; the hard eggs are dis-
tributed among the company, and the
raw ones carried uproariously into the
neighboring inn, there to bo cooked in
various ways and eaten.
The remainder of the day is spent in
dancing and merrymaking, and if a
wedding can possibly be arranged to
take place on that afternoon the fun is
wilder than ever.—St. Nicholas for
Making Maple Sugar.
Says a Bondville (Vt.) correspondent
of the Hartford Times under date of
Sugar weather has to be "just so,"
and one will hear as many predictions
regarding that as you will in Connecti-
cut about a good " hay-day "; but like
the prognosticators of hay-days, the
sugar men aro many times disappoint-
ed. Snow must not bo too deep, because
if it is they can't get around convenient-
ly, can not tap the trees good, and it is
much more of a task, being obliged to
wear snow-shoes; but it wants a gentle
thaw, so the snow will, when settled,
not be over three feet deep; that is a
pretty fair snow. Of course, when the
thaw does come, generally speaking, it
continues to settle until sugaring is done.
It wants cold, freezing nights, but thaw-
ing days—and then how sap will run.
But if too warm, trees have been put to
labor, a warm spell comes, then no sap,
and then they must, if a " sugar-day "
comes, go over the whole
labor, if the hole where the
tap was driven in has become seared.
Wood has to be gathered in quantities
to the amount expected to be made. It
is an expectant thing you see, all
through. A bucket holds a little over
or about two gallons. Each bucket is>
supposed to make one pound of sugar,
and for every 100 pounds of sugar a
cord of wood is generally used. The
sugar-houses are generally built as near
the center of the sugar-grove as possi-
ble, or of a side-hill bush, under the
hill, so the sap can be run from each
tree in spouts, to the house. If not a
side-hill, then carrying in palls or draw-
ing on sleds to the house, whore a large,
shallow, flat pan is ready to receive it.
This pan holds any where from 40 to 150
buckets of sap. The pan sits on a sort
of oven; underneath is the lire.
The sap is boiled continually until tho
right consistency is obtained when it is
turned off. And so tho work goes on
until not a drop drops from the tree.
Some farmers make immense lots. The
price for good sugar is all the way from
6 to 15 cents per pound. The last price
is lor the first sugar.
A Happy Form of Insanity.
Prof. McDonald recently delivered an
exceedingly interesting lecture at the
J New York University Medical College,
011 that form of insanity known as gen-
J eral paresis. The lecture was illustrat-
ed by eight inmates of Ward's Island
j Asylum, who sat quietly on the plat-
j form until called upon to speak. The
j cases of general paresis generally came
from the better class of society. At
first the patient suffers great mental de-
pression, and that is followed by elation
j of the spirits to such a degree that the
: victim always imagines himself possess-
I ed of great wealth, power, or social in-
| Uiionce. After occupying half an hour
j in lecturing, Prof. McDonald called up
the patients one by one to speak for
themselves. They spoke freely in an-
I swer to questions, each claiming for
j himself enormous wealth, power, and
influence. The Professor said that a
| peculiarity about these patients was that
they not only believed themselves to be
sane, but "never doubted the sanity of
other patients similarly alflicted. They
often formed co-partnerships in the asy-
lum for carrying on great enterprises.
He knew a patient who imagined that
he owned all the steamships in the
world, and another who imagined he
owned all the dried apples in the world.
They formed a co-partnership, agree-
ing that the dried apples should be
shipped on board the steamers and
transported to all points of the world,
calculating the profits at fabulous
A physician of Arras, France, M.
Lcnglen, has recently discovered some
remarkable examples of hereditary
transmission of physical traits. A cer-
tain M. Gamelon, in the last century,
was sex-digital, having two thumbs on
each hand and two great toes on each
foot. The peculiarity was not notice-
able in his son, but in each of the three
subsequent generations it has been
strongly marked, some of the chil-
dren at present showing the mal-
formation as distinctly as their
great-great grandfather. M. de Qua-
trefages has noticed, a few months
since, a similar caso in the animal king-
dom. A six-toed cook having transmit-
ted this peculiarity to his descendants,
it has spread to Buch a degree, that in
the district where it occurred the ordi-
nary five-toed variety is no more to bo
The New York Communists all wear
red neck-ties at their meetings.
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