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Year: 1877

No man should be Judge in his own
cause.


To man full of questions, make no
answer.


What men are deficient in reason,
they usually make up in rage.


Life is duty, and one ought to desire
its preservation. Wilfully to letit decay
would be sin.


Solon being asked why, among his
laws, there was not one against personal
affronts, answered that he could not be-
lieve the world SO fantastical rs to regard
them.


Whoever sincerely endeavors to do oil
the good he can, will probably do much
more than he imagines, or will ever
know to the day of judgment, when the
secrets of all hearts shall be made mani
fest.


Honor and justice, 'eason and equity,
60 great way in procuring prosperity
to those who use them; and, in case Of
failure, they secure the best retreat and
the most honorable consolation.


Let those who are appointed to Judge
of the character of others bear in mind
their own imperfections, and rather
strive by sympathy to soften the pang
arising from conviction of guilt, than
by Misrepresentation to increase it.


The skill should be. so to order the
time of recreation that it may relax, and
refresh the part that has been exercised
and is tired, and yet do something which,
besides the present delight and ease,
may produce what will afterwards be
profitable.


A passionate temper renders q man
unfit for advice, deprives him of his rea-
son, robs him Of all that is great and no.
BILE in his nature, makes him unfit
for conversation, destroys friendship,
changes justice into cruelty, and turns
all order into confusion.


The fountain of content must spring
up in the mind; and he who has so little
knowledge of human nature rs to seek
happiness by changing anything but his
own disposition, will waste his life in
fruitless efforts, and multiply the griefs
which he purposes to remove.


The governor may be deceived he
beareth the hesword, and may strike with it
improperly. But if, to remedy an occa-
sional inconvenience of this sort, you
dissolve government, what will be the
consequence? More mischief will be
done by the people, thus let loose, in a
month, than would be done by the gov
ernment in half q century
Year: 1877

Il


Identified rs the Prussinn Samson.


An old man died at the age of eighty
few days ago in the dreary street of
Chateau Landon, Paris, who for some
years had dwelt there absolutely alone
and unknown. He was stout, solldly
built, not talkative but good humored
and friendly. He was known to be a
Berliner by birth, but he did not care to
talk about himself, and his early history
was shrouded with mystery: Hans
Friech was the name by which he passed
among his neiglbors. He only went
out of evenings, and then but for short
time, exchanging few shakes of the
hand with acquaintances. When he
heard a German voice he turned away
or crossed the street to avoid its owner.
he never read tho papers and received
letters but rarely, yet he busted himself
most of the time writing-what he re-
fused to say. He had no visitors, paid
his rent punctually, rose and retired
early, and lived well. In fine he was
perfect type of small bourgeois retired
from business and living on his income.
TO women he was always polite, to chill
dren more than kind. Not until his
death did the fact become public that
Hans Friech had been the headsman Of
Berlin.


Headsman in the true significance of
the word, not mere mechanic puller of
cords and TOUGHER of springs, like San.
son or Roch. for during the period he
executed the hautes p,nres of the Prus-
sian capital, ending in 1840, the ax and
not the guiIlotine was employed for the
decapitatiop of criminals. Hans Freich
was an artist, for not only could he re-
move his subjects head ut single
blow, but he knew and respected that
subjects rights and preferences, He
did not affect the Gothic masquerade Of
black doublet and red hose he wore
long black silk stockings, short close-fit-
ting pantaloons of black velvet, black
coat and black gloves. He would not
touch the handle of his ax with his bare
palm not all the gold in Prussia could
have induced him to such fragrant
breach of scaffold etiquette.


Nevertheless, the Berliners insist
ed on overlooking the fact that he
wore gloves and saw the blood upon
his hands. Friech had no friends
and too many acquaintances. People
all knew him, and shrank from him.
To enable him to leave the hateful town
he worked busily till he had filled one
OF his long black silk stockings with
pieces, and on counting them
found that he had enough money to as
sure his ~olnfort for the remainder Of his
life. That very day he resigned his
Office and set out for Paris, where he
found quiet ard unconcern, where the
children did not point him out with tiny
fingers to each other, or the women who
came upon him shrink back in speech
less horror. So quiet was he indeed
that he became homesick for the scaffold
and set himself to write his memoirs.
His identity and the nature Of the work
with which he had occupied his declin-
ing days only came out after his death.
Year: 1877

As the object of every farmer should
be to push his young stock forward rs
fast rs the best food, in proper quantity,
will do it, he must not be content with
ration of fodder which they will eat, but
one that will furnish them the nutriment
required for rapid growth. While ne
should scrupulously require his animals
to utilize everything raised on the farm,
let him combine the less nutritious with
the more nutritious, so that everything
shall count the most in growth, and


therefore in profit. If farmer has but
little straw, two quarts of wheat bran to
the bushel of straw will make it equal to
good hay; and then, to give extra
growth, add one quart Of corn meal or
corn and oat meal mixed to this, and the
animals will thrive finely. This ration,
two quarts bran and one quart corn meal
to tue bushel Of straw, will cost no more
than hay at market rates-cost OF grain
ranging from three to four and one-hat
cents, and when mixed with bushel OF
cut straw will weigh about nine pounds.
And this ration we have found to push
young cattle and colts rapidly all
winter. When stockholders have full
faith in the fact that it is always the ex-
ira food that produces the profit, they
will not hesitate to use q small ration of
grain to improve the fodder ration. 1t
takes but small amount, and that all
goes to growth. The reader will see
how easy it is to add the various kinds
of grain to the different fodde mixtures
we have mentioned. We usually make
q mixture of the grain before it is ground,
and give as large variety as is conven-
lent. We have made the following
mixture for use at the present time:
Winter wheat blowings (one-quarter
cracked wheat, three-quarters chess),
twelve pounds oats, five; corn, five;


1axseel, one; total twenty-three pounds.
This is, all ground together very fine and
makes very palatable ration, good for
all stock, but not expensive, rs will be
seen by the following figures Twelve
pounds wheat blowings, three cents !;
i've pounds oats, six and one-quarter
cents; five pounds corn, five cents;
one pound faxseed, three cents grind
ing, two and one-quarter cents total,
twenty-three pounds, nineteen and one
half cents or $16.94 per ton. This com
bination possesses many excellent
qualities. The fiaxseed is added to give
oil, as we'll as nitrogenous material, and
makes it just laxative enough, but adds
only slightly to the cost. We find that
work horses do excellently we'll upon it,
rs we'll rs all stock. We use this to
supplement other rations, such as above
mentioned. We have often found flaxseed
n most profitable addition, but never
add more than one part to twenty OF
other food, as it renders it too laxative.
Gentleman.
Year: 1877

The newest style of evening dress is
the "baby frock," made exactly as for
an infant with all the fullness of the skirt
thrown back, short waist, and wide sash
belt closed with slashed loops and falling
ends.
Year: 1877

We have found it pays well to feed pomace
to stock, which usually eat it greedily. If
placed in layers six inches thick, with twelve
or fifteen inches of hay or straw between the
layers, it will not ferment, but will keep in
good condition until fed out, provided it is
kept from freezing. Cattle, sheep or horses
will eat straw rapidly, if it has been used to
dry pomacc, and frequently improve in con-
dition. even if fed nothing but the straw and
pomace. A neighbor once stated to US that
the owner OF a cider mill near his fathers
farm in Lyme. Conn.,, always filled thirty
or forty foot barn full of straw and pomace,
on which he wintered a large flock of sheep,
bought up in the fall for this purpose, and
sold them fat after shearing in the spring.
He allowed the sheep to eat all the pomace
and straw they would. and in SO large mass
it kept secure from freezing, except at the
outer edges, so that it was always fresh and
soft when fed. In making cider with the
now common hand-mills, we have usually
pressed about one bushel of apples at each
time, and the resulting cheese will usually
last horse one day, with hay or straw in ad-
dition. This feed makes the horses coat
silky, and makes him lively when driven.
Year: 1877




James Collins, Il hack-driver, lives with bis
wife and mother-in-law on the top floor Of
the tenement house on Thompson street, just
below Spring. A very unusual event was re-
ported from Mr. Collins room yesterday, and
making an inquiry concerning it, the reporter
asked of Mrs. Collins mother:


Have you any objections to showing me
the paper p


''Lord, sir, no. Walk right in" AS she
said this, Mrs.. Konig, the grandmother of
the baby, moved her rocking chair around a
little and began to unroll large bundle of
cotton batting which she held in her lap


II hope there is no danger" said the World
reporter Twill it break


This was natural question, but nobody
saw fit to answer it; and while the grand
mother rocked herself and nimbly unrolled
the cotton batting the reporter glanced over
the apartment It was not much to glance
over TEree-quarters of it was taken up by
a bed in which lay Mrs. Collins, plump,
pretty, black-eyed woman of five and twenty,
who giggled and said she didn't know how it
came to be ''such little One."


''How much does it weigh?' inquired the
reporter, as the grandmother continued
rapidly unrolling the cotton batting.


Zone pound and ten ounces, sir; and she
is just thirteen inches long when we pull her
out straight


The grandmother tirelessly rocked and un-
rolled. The reporter never suspected that
the cotton batting had baby at the core,
and his next question was ''Where is it ?"


''In here" said the grandmother.


''Dear me-" said the reporter; II didn' t
know it was dead


''It isn't said the laconic grandmother.


The reporter was ashamed of himself, and
asked: ''What color is t?'


''Red," said the grandmother. "Look for
yourself"


The midget lay unrolled. No wonder it
Was red. The centripetal force provoked in
it by the nimble grandmother must have sent
its comprehensive blood Whirling to the sur
face. 1t looked like the stunted offspring Ot
liliputian. Its head was about the size Ut a
hens egg and covered with thick crop of
black hair. AS her grandmother had said,
the baby was all red. She was attired in d
bib, which exposed her legs and arms and
neck, all of a size, and about as large around
as the drumstick of turkey after dinner.
Still the little Collins had strength to cnrl her
toes and 10 put her arms above her head,
though she could not open her eyes. The
reporter laid finger on the child and found
the skin of normal temperature. When he
had done looking the grandmother rolled her
up again.


This remarkable child eats teaspoonful
of milk and water and sugar three times a
day, and can cry Justify when it is hungry.
The doctor thinks he will bringit up. tits five
months and eighteen days child, and is the
first Mrs. Collins has ever had. The mother
is an American of German descent, and the
father is IN Irishman Mrs. Collins is doing
well-as could he expected.
Year: 1877

A good wife from her bed one morn,
And thought, with nervous dread,
OF the piles of clothes to be washed and more
Than dozen mouths to be fed.
There meals to get for the men in the field,
And the children to fix away
To school, and the milk to be skinned and churned
And all to be done that day.
1t had rainci in the night. and all the wood
Was wet a. wet could be,
There We're puddings and pies to bake, besides
A lot OF cake for tea
The day was hot, and her aching head
Throbbed wearily, as she said:
"lt maidens but knew what good wives know,
They would be in no haste to wcd!'
Jennie. what do you think told Ben Brown ?"
Called the farmer from the well;
And flash Crept up to his brOnzed brow


And his eyes halt bashfully fell
1T was this, he said, coming near


He smiled, and STOPPING down,
Kissed her cheek-"tw this: that YOU were the best
Ana the dearest wife in town.
The farmer went to the field, and the wife,
In a smiling and absent way
Sang matches of tender little songs


Shed not sung for many day.
lhe pain IN her head was gOne and the clothes
Were white the foam of the sea:
Her bread was light and her butter was sweet
And as golden as it could be.
Just Just think" the children all cried in breath,
u rom W oOd has run off to sea.
lie wouldn't, know, if he only had


AS happy home as we"
Inc ne hlsnt came down, and the good wife smiled
IO herself as she softly said:


rs so sweet TO labor for those we love
IL = hot strange that maids will we'd"
Year: 1877

A story is told of another failure TO marry
King Louis of Bavaria. The handsome
prince had gone so far as to allow the photo
graph OF the bride proposed to be sent to him;
then he excused himself, pretending that the
lady had low forehead. He declared very
frankly to his president of the council that
the sight of face with such a contour would
irritate him excessively. He does not possess
the same taste as the ancients, as sung by
Horace, and the Greek and Roman statues
appear to him insipid from the sheep-like
straight line of the nose and the receding
brow In vain was it argued with the patron
of Wagner that the most beautiful females
of antiquity endeavored to obtain small
forehead by dressing their hair as low as pos
sible, and that now in the East the women
bring it almost to their eyebrows, which is
considered mark of beauty nothing could
induce the king to change his resolution.
Bavaria will have no queen, unlike Spain,
who is preparing to welcome new one.
Year: 1877




The Bismarckers have been trying the ef-
feet of Hayes Southern policy on the cap
tured Nez Perces. The fatted calf was killed
for the breech-clouted prodigals, and their
hopspitable hosts, rising to the height of the
occasion, appealed to 1.-The primal, eldest in
stinct" of the Indian and the white man, to
that noble affection which is common to all
humanity-sayage and civilized, prince and
peasant alike, and even to aldermen and
members of Congress land effectually concil-
lated them with hash. They got this hint
from Hayes The Southern prodgals who
had been feeding on husks were hungry tor
the Offices, and they were as thankful when
Hayes supplied them with this sort OF crea-
ture comforts as Yellow Wolf for his native
salmon. And having devoured the offices
they are now hungry for appropriations. If
there is no more hash IN the house they will
take chicken salad. But it was we'll done of
the Bismarckers nevertheless to make these
exceptionally well-behaved Indians under
stand in the way best adapted to reach the
Indian mind that their humanity to their pris-
oners was held in high honor by the whites
and entitled them to special kindness and
good treatment. They gave somewhat odd,
but on the whole very appropriate, express
sion to the general feeling that band of In
dians who do not kill or scalp or torture their
prisoners are entitled to public gratitude, and
we trust that since the Bismarckers have
taken hint from the government in their
hospitable treatment of the Nez Perces, the
government will take hint from the Bis
marckers, and give broader application to
their generous recognition of the rare human
ity exhibited by these Indians toward their
prisoners
Year: 1877

Slowly we gather aud with pain
From many tolls and scanty gain;
We strive to know, but scant our powers,
And short the time and strait the bounds,
And ever unsurmOunted towers
The mortal barrier that surrounds
Our being; and the body still,
ImperiOus slave, betrays the viii,
Slowly we gather and with pain,-
But quick the scattering again:
Whether it chance the falling brain
Lets slip the treasurer it hath won
Through weary days or sudden blow.
Lays the unshattered fabric low,


And all our doing is undone.


Slowly nation builds its life


From barbarOus chaos into law
And kindly social ties and awe
OF powers divine. For civil strife
Still opens wild within the walls
The yawning guilt that will not close
Until the nOblest victim falls;
Or, fierce without, the shock of foes
In one wild hour of blood O'erthrOWs
The labor of the patient years;
And when at last the work appears
Complete in stately strength to stand,
Riot with parricidal blow,
Or mad ambitions traitor hand.
Fierce clutching at the tyrants crown,
In headlong ruin lays it low,
Or brute battaliOEs tread it down.
OF ease and luxury and sin,
Fell cankers sown of peace, devour,
ill trappings of imperial power
Hide but the living death within.
But doubtless growth repairs decay,
And still the great world grows to more,
Though men and nations pass away.
BIT what if at the source of day
Some cosmic change exhaust the store
Which feeds the myriad forms of life?
What If some unimagined strife
Should raise so high the solar fire,
That a this solid earthly frame
Should in as brief g. )ace expire
As rain drops in furnace flame?
Yet, if our faith is not the scheme
Of priestly cunning, nor dream
Which some fair illusion caught
Our ungrOwn Manhoods childish thought;
If Christmas tells us true "To-day
The Child Divine in Bethlehem lay;"
If lie is Man who, past the ken
OF science in her wide range,
Orders the law Of ceaseless change,
Content we know that lives of men
Pass as the leaves of Spring away
That time will bring it, final day
TO the great world itself. secure
The Eternal Manhood shall endure.
Year: 1877

Your every day toilet is part of your char


acter A girl who looks like fury" or n
sloven in the morning, is not to be trusted,
however finely she may look in the evening.
No matter how humble your room may be,
there are eight things it should contain, viz. ;
a mirror, washstand, soap, towel, comb, hair,
nail and tooth brushes. Those are Just as es-
sential as your breakfast, before which you
should make good and free use of them. Par
ents who fail to provide their children with
such appliances not only make great mis-
take, but commit sin of omission. Look
tidy in the morning, and after the dinner
work is over improve your toilet. Make it a
rule of your daily life to dress up" in the af-
ternoon. Your dress may or may not be any
thing better than calico but with ribbon or
flower, or some bit of ornament, you can
have an air of self-respect and satisfaction
that invariably comes with being well dressed.
Year: 1877

We clip the following from the Hr'l
cv,'


Blessed is the man who minds his
own business


Blessed is the woman who never says
to her husband, Il told you So"


Blessed is the man who car sew on
his own buttons when the baby is cry.
ing


Blessed is the widow who won't mar.
ry widowcr-provjding he's your faith
or.


Blessed is the mother in-aw who ncv.
er reminds you that you married above
your station.


Blessed is the rich relations who never
look down on you-when you are in the
gutter


Blessed is the poor relation who
never looks lp to you---tor money.


Blessed is the old maid that don't
hate old people and children.


Blessed is the old bachelor that don't
hate cats and pincussions.


Blessed are the married people tina.
don't wish they were single.


Blessed are the single people that are
cOntented to remain so.


Blessed is the husband who never SAYS
his mothers pies were better than his
wite's are.


Blessed is the wife, (formerly wild
ow), who never calls up the virtues of
the "dear departed" for No. 9 to emu.
late.


Blessed is the man who gives his wife
ten cents without asking what she is
going to do with it.


Blessed is the woman that don't scold
when the stove pipe falls down on the
dinner table-and blessed is the man
that can fix it without swearing.


Blessed is the friend who never re-
quires the loan of your tooth brush.


Blessed is the neighbor who is 50 busy
about his own affairs that he has no
time to pry intoy yours.
Year: 1877

A jest may cut deeper than a curse.
Some men are so constituted that they
can not take friendly joke in the same
light coin, and will requite it with con.
tumcly and insult. Never banter one of
this class, or he will brood over your
badinage long after you have forgotten
it, and it is not prudent to incur any
enmty for the sake of uttering smart
double entendre or tart repartee
Ridicule at hest, is terrible weapon
Satire, however, when leveled at social
foibles and political evils, has shamed
down more abuses than were ever abol-
ished by force of logic.
Year: 1877

Important evidence, consisting Of a
letter written to, and published in, Il
newspaper in 1854, in which the writer
describes the loss Of The Bella, the rescue
OF a boats load of survivors by the o.
prey, and the presence among the num-
her Of "some French or English Count,
who was i'll in his BERTH has recently
been discovered in the Tichborne case.
Those who read the evidence in the case
will probably remember that the very
existence of such vessel as the Osprey
was denied. If this letter is found to
have been printed, strong link will be
furnished the claimant, and his case may
come before the courts again.
Year: 1877

The flag of the prophet, which tele- grams have reported the porte has been requested by the British minister not to raise, is the religious banner of Mohammedanism, and is supposed to have come down from the great a prophet and soldier himself. It is plain black flag, and is preserved in chapel inside the sultan's seraglio, swathed in forty wrappings of silk and guarded by priests, who preserve constant watch. Tradition tells that the original flag of Mohammed was made from the white silk of the tur- ban belonging to the chief of the Kor- fish, one of the first tribe which he vanquished. He soon substituted the black flag, however, making it from the curtains which hung in front of the door of his favorite wife, and this is the sacred relic, which, passing from Mohammed to Omar, the second caliph of the Moslems, after many changes of hands came into possession of the sul- tan of Turkey. It was brought into Europe by sultan Amurath III. about the close of the sixteenth century, and has been religiously guarded by his successors ever since. The national flag of Turkey is red with white star and,crescent, but when the black flag is unfurled the sultan appears, not as temporal but as religious ruler, and the commander of the faithful has millions of Mohammedan followers whs will rally under the black flag of the prophet, but acknowledge no al- legiance to the red flag of Turkey The identical flag used by Mohammed is said not to be used on these occa. sions, but one exactly like it which the people believe is the real one and 1t arouses the same fanatical zeal,