The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1868-04-16
Upton, IOWA. APRIL ls. 1868.


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How Nsf1D are Made.
The following TN abstract from Par
toms article ahdsv Pittsburgh Ia tn,
Atloatic Monthlv WI atE
Mails are ma1.tthus: Pig iron I,
rolled into long mrs. 2 These lo,,s
bars are cut into 36nsths of one foot. :
There lengths ~ piled into heaps o.
nine. These hsops sf nine are rolled
into shests - thlc4 . the nail is to be.
S Thess sheets arsbtt into strips little
wider than the rioil Is to be long. q
These strips are CT INTO nails by the
mailing machlne, Ach also heads the
nails A. they fall.F A man holds the
strip Of iron In y machine's jaws,
which instantly bi(ssoff a nail. But a
nail tapers offfrom ri head to the point,
and consequentlya.te strip has to be
turned over before the machine cun be
allowed to bite again. But for this
necessity of turning the strip men could
be dispensed with. Imagine a room
four times as large as the interior of
Trinity Church, with rows or Mailing
machines as close together as sewing
machines In clothing factory, and all
on the full chamr-some biting of
spikes three to the pound, and Others
nipping tacks ut the late of Z thousand a
minute. *&@
"The most enterprisiug establishment
employs two hundred and ten men,
forty boys, and twenty-five girls; COM
sumes one hundred and fifty tons of iron
in a week; makes two hundred and
fifty kinds Of nails, tacks, and brads !;
makes in . week, two thousand four
hundred kegs of nails; one hundred
pounds to boz and one hundreA boxes
Of brads."
D1rTHE following beautiful parable
from the German of Krumn1,cber was
translated by one of the young ladies
attending the Fourth Wsrd Public
School of Des Moine: #j1 s-F 5s
DEATH AND sLEEP,-I'he angel Of
Death and the angel of Sleep in brother
like embrace, wandered over the eartl.
1t was evening. They veclined on q
hill not far from the habiJAtions Of men.
A melancholy stiffness Ireigned round
about, and the vesper bel Of the distant
village had ceased.
M As,,vp
two benificent guardian angeis Of the
human race in brother4ike embrace
and already night drew near. Then
arose the angel Of sleep from her messy
,ouch, and scatters with gentsl hand
the invisible seeds Of sluinber. How
sweer alocp embraces the inn,atee ef
every rural cottage, fromthe grayhaiFed
,ire that leaned upon his taft to the in
ant in the cradle. Eyeryeye was clos
I'd. .m
When his labor was ended he lay |
lown again with his nloreserious broth
When the morning dawns
:ried he In innocense, tlen will the
world praise me as her friend and benz
factor. O., what Joy TO dogood in Sc
ret and unseen. How happy are we,
he invisible messengers Of the good |
'pirit. How lovely our silent voca-
ion. .gs k
Thus spake the friendly angel of sleep.
But the angel Of death gased upon him
With silent sadness, and tear, such
'nly as immortals weep, stood in his
arge dark eye. Alas!-said he-that l
like you, rejoice IN the gratitude
If man. The world calls me her enemy
md the disturber Of her joys. Oh, my
,rother, replied the angel of sleep, will
lot the good, in awakening discover
n thee their friend and greatfully bless
hee: Are we not brothers and messen-
,ers of our father?
Thus spake the angel Of sleep. Then
he eye Of the angel Of death brighten
ID, and tenderly these brother-like spir-
IS embraced each other.
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