Bath Independent, February 7, 1880

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Bath Independent (Newspaper) - February 7, 1880, Bath, Maine - A '^idoal, BBBlftM*, Agrlonliiar^d and Family Newspaper. VOL. I. -t- BATH, MAINE, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1880. -~----� ; " . \jf ~" ------ � � NO. 9. s iTHE TREADMILL SONG. - Tk* stars are rolling In the sky, The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel Revolving as we go. Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly j Why should, not wheels go round about Like planets In the sky ? Wake up, wake up, my duck-legg'd man, And stir your solid pegs 1 Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend, And shake yonr spider legs. What though you're awkward at the trade, There's time enough to learn,- Bo lean upon the rail, my lad, And take another torn. Tney'ye tmilt hb upa noble wall, To keep the vulgar out; We're nothing in the world to do Bnt Just to walk about; So faster now, yon middle men, And try to beat the ends,- It's pleasant work to ramble round Among one's honest friends. Here, tread upon the'long man's toes, He'sha'n't be lazy here, And punch the little fellow's ribs. And tweak that lubber's ear. , He's lost them both-don't pull his hair, Because he wears a scratch, But poke him in the further eye- That isn't in the patch. Holmes. A Wasted Life. AN ILLUSTRATION OF THE DUTT OF FOB' GIVENE8S. It was just after the cod quest of Brit' ain by William the Oonquerer, when one morning n strange eight was to be seen upon the Thames at the point where now stand the Houses of Parliament. A vast crowd was congregating on the northern bank-eo vast that the Norman Guards on sentry on the spot where now stands Westminster Hall became doubt fnl of what was happening, and gave, �the alarm. A oompany of Normans was at onoe marched from the palace. They were bnt few men, yet quite capable of contending with a larger crowd of the Londoners, for the latter had been deprived of all arms, and had been forbidden, under pain-of death, to assemble in numbers. The captain of the guard saw, how-�ver, that the greater part of the crowd 'was composed of women and children, .and at onoe was reaBBured. "What is the cause of the crowding ?" he asked of a loud-tongued woman, who was harranguing those standing about her. " It is Albra, the wife of Vindor, who wishes to prove that she is an honest women." "How so?" "By the teat of the shield." The captain turned to his 11 on "Disband," he said, "ana go among the people. At the least sign of a rising come to me with, the news. Again, if ye hear the castle bell, at once fall back and join me in the court-yard. Methinks the excitement has little to do with us or the king." Near the water stood a man and woman, both of whom were young-the man handsome, the woman very beau Mini. Between them they carried a shield upon whioh was stretched an infant, whose ago could not have been many days. The man was evidently troubled and gloomy; while the woman, though pale, was perfectly onlm. Where they stood, the river ran at a rapid pace. Around them tbe people stood .eager and excited, for they knew what was about to happen. " Who is he ?" asked one. "He ia Vindor," was the reply ; "and once master of the men-at-arms to the Thane of Buckingham. Now he is servant to his old master, who lives here in London. All be possesses of his old arms is the Bhieid upon whioh the child lies." "Whose child is it ?" "Ay, there is the point upon which Vindor is doubtful." "How so." "Ton see that he is fair, liEe most Saxons'; while bis wife is fairer still, Now look at the little child cooing in its strange cot, and you will remark that his hair is black] and that bis skin is dark." " That is so." "Vindor, troubled in his mind by a suggestion of an old friend, doubts his wife, has told her no, and silo is appeal ing to tho old gods of Auglo-Saxpnia to prove her innocence.. But mark; they are speaking!'' Thereupon Vindor, growing still gloomier, approached his wife. And said to her, " Behold, tho "moment has arrived 1" " Thou wilt have it so !" asked Albra. " Is it still your wish?" ."Yes," replied tho gloomy man. " Lot the old gods of tho land decide whether or not this child is mine." " Then let it be as thou wilt," said Albra, " aud the shame and disgrace be with yon." The husband took the Bhieid upon which lay the child-now dozing. Vindor walked into tho swift-flowing river, and up to his wnist, raised the child and shield oyer bis head for a moment, turned onoe again toward his wife, as though menacing her with the deed he was about to commit. Meanwhile she, with head erect, and an assured aspect, stood at the edge of the water, motionlecs ns a statue, with,! arms crossed upon her hreast. As he looked at her, she stretched out her hand toward her husband, and said, in a loud and haughty voice : " Do not hesitate 1" And now the crowd; began to heave and rook, while a low murmnr was heard, like a threat, aeoending from among the assembled people. For as the woman spoke, the gloomy man lowered the strange cradle, plapedlt lightly on the running water, and let it and the ohild float away down the Stream. Scarcely, however, had the shield moved a yard away from the'doubting man, when Vindor (as though nature had suddenly reproached him) raised his clasped and trembling hands, imploring heavenly help. He followed the course of the shield with great eagerness, despite his evident desire to control his emotion, and bending anxiously forward in the direction it was taking. The mother, on the contrary, remained quite calm, her' arms orossed on her bosom, her eyes following the oourse of the shield with a firm and tranquil look, so quiet and unmoved that she appeared to foar nothing for her child's safety. Twice were the shield and ohild nearly swallowed Tip in the waters. The mother alone did not flinch among all who watched this test. Twioe-then, again, the shield was seen tranquilly descending the ourrent. All present clapped their hands, and shouted " The boat! the boat 1" Two men rushed forward, launohed a bark into the river, and rowing rapidly, soon reached the shield, and drew it from the water. The motion of the water had soothed the ohild, and rocked it to sleep-a state of things whioh, in all probability, was the cause of its safety, for had the ohild moved at all, the frail craft would have been overturned. Now, as the shield was taken from the water, Vindor, whose face had become as bright and hopeful as it had previously been gloomy and foreboding, -fan toward his wife, his arms outstretched, calling, "Albra, Albra, thou art my faithful wife I" But she showed no sign of responding to his welcome. "Stand back?" she said. "I have been suspected, and cannot forgive I" It was a custom with the wives of the anoient Saxons thus to prove their innocence when suspected by their husbands. If the shield did not sink, then the wife was innocent; while if it and the ohild went, below the water, then she was considered guilty, and, as a rule, leaped into the water after her sacrificed ohild. These were indeed strange and terrible times in whioh to live. As we have said, the wife Albra showed neither signs of joy nor forgiveness. At this moment, a handsome, dark man thrust himself forward, orying, " Fair Sister Albra, what dost thou here by the side of the river?" Vindor, looking on the new-comer, trembled. * Did I not tell thee," said Albra. '-' that many of my people were dark ? See, .here is my brother,- who has been in Gaul these five yChra. Is not he dark? Oar infant is like my father's people." " Wife-dear wife I" cried Vindor. " No longer wife of thine," she said, " A woman outraged is a woman lost. Good-by-good-by I " . And before any one there had a complete knowledge of whnt she was about to do, she had leaped into the fast-flowing river, Twenty men rushed into the water after her, nor was she immersed during more than a score seconds. But when they removed her from the stream she was dead. In all probability her heart had broken. Certainly she had not been long enough in the water to aocount for her death by way of drowning. Sad, indeed, did the sun set upon Vindor that night. They had bound him with cords, that he might not do himself injury, perhaps even to the taking away of his own life. He neither spoke nor. stirred. Again and again his friends addressed him, reminding the wretched man that he was a warrior, and that he must live for the sake of that vengeanoe whioh it was hoped by the Saxons they would take against the Normans, But ho answered not, nor responded even by a look. His senses appeared to bo completely dormant. At last, his mother, an aging and wise woman of her kind, took the infant, and plnoing its little hand upon the father's neck, whispered: "Son, live for yonr obild's oako, Then he trembled, and the great downpour of tears saved him from the stony, horrid death whioh had been slowly creeping over him. He lived, but lost the h>ve, as he lost the habit, of work, and what little wealth he possessed dwindled away. Fortunately his two "brothers w^0 men of steady industry, and only one of them being married, the little ohild Both was well-oared for. Vindor lived only to be revenged, No man yet who lived only for ven-geance but punished himself far more than he' did his enemy, Therein lies the wisdom of forgive ness, wbioh of oourse does not mean renewed trustfulness. By forgiving your enemy you clear the air for yourself. " I will never oease to hate Sir Roland until I see him dead I " This oath Vindor took, over his wife's grave as they lowered her poor body'to its last resting place. Sir Roland, when riding past Vindor's house one day bad seen him playing with bis little ohild, had said that whioh bad aroused the father's jealously, and had led him to accuse bis wife of infl- You 'know to what those few light words on the part of tbe Norman knight had led. - - ' ..... The sudden appearance of bis wife's brother had more thoroughly convinced Vindor of the error of his mistrust than had even the test of the shield. A month after the death of his wife he said to his mother, Ulfaa : " I am going away from London, mother." "Why, my son?" " I cannot rest here." " Go you to tho north ?" "Ay, mother." " To Riohmount?" " Yes, mother." " That is whither Sir Roland de Bois has gone;" He nodded, " Take heed, fair son. Thou wilt wear away thy life with the thought of vengeanoe. Perchance the Norman meant no harm when speaking as he did." But my fair wife died, good mother." That is true. But remember she was a haughty woman. Had she been wiser, she would have laughed at thee, and sooleared away thy jealousy." " Bnt she is dead I" " Work for thy child. Do not waste thy life in thoughts of vengeanoe. I must follow Sir Roland de Bois into the north, " Thou art thine own master, but don't use thy mastership unwisely." And wilt thou care for my little Roth while I am away?" " Most surely. Is he not, dear son, as my own ? Is he not my son ?" Next morning Vindor was gone, and never through five years did they hear once of him. Even his mother Ulfaa had grown to believe him dead. Little Roth, then nearly six years old, had heard of his father, had been told of his life, and often declared that he would be a brave man like hi6 sire. TJlfaoKand her husband loved the ohild, as indeed did Gurth and his wife Borsa, who had no children of their own. Elsay, the youngest ohild of the old people, petted the boy, and her lover, Edwy made his life happier, One day, as the sun was setting on the other side of the river, Roth, being at play near the house door of his former grandfather's house, saw a beggar approach. He looked old, and was bent. His long hair streamed over his shoulders, and his tunic was worn and tattered. Hjs bare legs were tanned by expo sure to the sun, and his feet were out and-bruised, Will you have some bread and water?" asked the child, "It is my son!" cried the beggar, fall ing upon his knees, and embracing the little child. " Grnndaml-Grandam l"cried tho boy, Father has come home, and he does not movel" The unhappy man had fainted, When again he knew himself, ho was lying on a spit sheepskin, .spread over a mattress. His out feet had been bathed, and his family hod made him as comfortable as oiroumstanoes would permit. "MotherI-father!" he said, looking about him wildly. "Ha! I am home once more before I die, "Die, my son ?" said his mother, " Yes! of remorse!" he replied. " I oan-not live. I thank Heaven, which has allowed mo to return home before I made an end of life. Above all, I bless Heaven that I can read my son a lesson, and that he is old enough and intelligent enough to comprehend me." They gathered about him, his brother Gurth playing lightly with the stick which had accompanied Vindor in his wanderings ; while bis father, his sistev Elsay, and his youngest brother Edwy drew near." " Where is my spn?" he asked. His mother, Ulfaa, who had not the courage to look her dying and favorite in the face, and who was standing behind the bed, made a sign, and Borsa, Gurth's wife, lo'd the bright fellow forward. Then thus spoke Vindor: "My son, never seek'to' be revenged upon your enemy. Leave himself to himself. All bad men suffer, and by killing them you will relieve them from their sufferings. But that is not the danger. The desire of revenge kills you, yourself. I am dying, first, by reason of my hate toward Sir Roland de Bois; and, in the second place, beoausa my remorse is so great in having killed a good man." AD started. ' What do I hear ?" asked his mother. " You have in yonr blind vengeance* killed a human being ?" " Ay, mother! Sir Roland had a cousin of the same name, and much like him in appearance-though unlike him in character-for he was a good man. I followed Sir Roland for years, wearing out my life, and only n month, since, in tho twilight, I mistook one for the other, and killed one of the few Norman gentlemen who had been kind and just in their dealings with us Saxons." " Heaven forgive thee!" said Vindor's father. "And now, rty son," continued the victim of his own desire for vengeanoe, "lam come home to die! Do not forget what I say. Forgive I Do not bear vengeanoe, and be a good man. Come to me," he added stretching his hand. The ohild held out. his left hand, and approached his father. "Remembevl" he said, and then quietly his head fell back. He was dead. TIotureB of Misery In Ireland. TOPICS OF THE DAT* The London Telegraph gives us the following pioturo of the distress*ul state of affairs in Ireland: The first cabin into which I went was a place that an Englishman would think too bad for hie pig. Its floor, of earth and stones, reeked with damp, and water even stood in the hollows ; the only furniture was a few cups and saucers, a stool or two, and as many tubs and pots; in one corner a mass of dirty straw had evidently been used as a bed, and on the wretched hearth smoked rather than burnt an apology for a fire. The man of tho house-shoeless and ooatlcss, pale and haggard-sat idle upon a bag of Indian meal, beyond which his food resources did not go, and through the gloom around the hearth-there was no window to speak of-could be dimly made out one or itwo oronohing female figures. I never saw anything in the way of a home in a civilized country-and I have seen o good deal-more appalling than this. Yet here was the case of a man renting three acres of land, and usually getting what he would be content to call a living out of them. Now, alas! ho and the thousands of others like him, have readied the end of their miserable last season's crop, and beyond them lbut a little way lies starvation, The half bag of Indian meal was all the family had, nothing more remaining upon which, by sale or mortgage, money could be raised, and to the question, "What will you do when the meal gives out?" came the despairing answer, " The Lord only knows." Not far from this, I was shown by my melancholy attendants into an equally wretched hovel, where a widow with seven young children was fighting the bitter battle; of life, and rapidly gotting worsted in the struggle. She herself had gone out gathoring what she could of stuff to make a tire wherewith to cook the family dinner, consisting-Oh, my brothers in comfortable English homes -of a single cabbage! But the poor little children, half-clothed, thin'and hollow-eyed were there to plead with heartrending eloquence for aid. Once more 1 heard the old story. The land had yielded nothing ; no turf ooald be obtained for fuel short of a journey of eight miles, and the family had touched absolute destitution. Over the way, in another apology for a dweUing-pIaoe, I found three poor, women trying to kindle a fire with damp beanstalks, their only crop, in order to cook a dish of Indian meai, their only food. A Western Description. Wee tern papers haveapeouliarway of stating a matter so that its readers may understand it. Colonel Barr Bobbins, the well known circus man, had his skull ornshed by a bridge, and the Milwaukee Sun says : " Mr. Robbins' head was thrown against a bridge timber breaking his skull so that'tbe top of his head raised up over two inches, showing the brain. He had" a right to die at once, as nine men out of ten would have done, but be didn't. TJp to this writing he is toying to live against the predion tions of all the doctors in the world. He has not been insensible a moment since the acoident, but dictated bis will while the doctors wore dove-tailing his skull together, and tying the top of his head down. All Janesville is walking on tiptoe and saying " hush" at every noise in the vicinity of the Myers House, where honored the patient is laying, and streets have been covered with shavings, and teamsters have been notified to be quiet. Every man and woman in town is a watcher with the sick man, and if good square-praying will have any effect the large-hearted man will pull through, We do not know now whether this paper will shine on Saturday morning on Burr Robbins alive or dead. If alive we thank God. If dead we feel that they know him well enough up there where he is going, from his charitable work done around here, to give him one of tbe best seats, upholstered the most comfortable, right alongside the beet of them, so that _______^ ho can listen to the angel concert that and little | is always given after the main performance. Tho Dorr War. The Maine situation recalls the history of Rhode Island during the spring and summer of 1842. There was then a "Charter State Government," at the head of whioh was Governor Samuel W. King, and a " People's Government," at the head of whioh was "Governor" Thomas W. Dorr. The King administration hold at its control the organized militia and was in possession of the State-House at Providence. On tbe third day of May " Governor Dorr'e" Legislature and administrative officers attempted to seize the government, but were repelled by the authorities of the old administration. Two weekd later the partisans of '' Governor " Dorr, to a large number, procured aims and attempted to seize the Providence Arjenal, when Governor King's Major-General- tho " Chamberlain" of that era-repelled them. A month later the partisans of Dorr were again embattled at Ohepaohet, ten miles from the capital, and began bidding for volunteers and reoruits. Governor King, and his troops at onoe marched to arrest them, when the Darrites dispersed, and what was intended as a camp turned out to be only a mass meeting. "Governor" Dorr fled to Canada, where he remained nearly two years, but finally returned to his " constituents." After, this he was oonvioted of high treason, suffered imprisonment, and then obtained amnesty, dying several years after bis release. -It is announced that the Government intends to levy a tax on advertisements in newspapers. -Pride had a straggle with us onoe, but oar poverty worsted it, and it avoids us now.-[Gowanda Enterprise. -A singular affair recently happened in China, A young widow publicly announced that she would bang herself rather than yield to the wishes of her parents and marry again, and the sacrifice was aotnally consummated in broad daylight. A crowd of tbe woman's friends and admirers assembled, and the tragic oeremony was preceded by a reception of visitors on a platform erected for the occasion. After receiving the mingled applause and condolence of her friends the poor young creature mounted a chair, placed the rope around her neok and swung herself off in the presence of the gathering. -It is just thirty-four years sinco a large crook of butter fras suspended by a rope in the well on the form of Abraham S. Mylin, in Lancaster, Pa. This old custom was a good one for keeping the butter fresh, but this particular lot was destined never to be eaten, for the rop y broke, and for thirty-four years it rested seouiely in the bottom of the well. Recently the well was cleaned and the bntter again brought to light. It ivas found to bo as white as snow and hard as adamant. It will not be eaten, but will be kept as a relic, and it certainly is one of the most peculiar relics in existenoe. -Tho conductor of a certain train on the tJnion Paoiflo Railroad charges that a fly having alighted on one of the glasses of the engineer's 6pectaoles, the engineer thought it was a buffalo on the track ahead, and turned on the air-brakes to avert a disaster. The engineer retorts that one night the conduotor saw what he thought was the headlight of an np-proaohing locomotive. He kept his own train waiting a while, and then, somewhat confusedly, started her. " He is the safest man I over ran with," Bays the engineer. "Venus is millions of miles sway, and ho waited twelve minutes on a side track to" allow her to pass. -Leadville's promising epidemic is attended with lassitude and cxtrome exhaustion. Chills occur, and great sensibility to cold exists over tho surface of the skin ; the eyes become injected and tend to fill with tears, the nostrils discharging an acrid fluid, attended with fixed and intense pain in the head, mostly frontal over the eyes, sometimes also attended with giddiness. The nights are sleepless, with delirium or lethargy, cough prevails, with yellow expectoration, most troublesome at night and tending greatly to increase, the headache. Fever attends thedisorder, sometimes slight and sometimes severe. The dnration of the fever is from four to eight <\,\b. The sense of taste is greatly disor3red. Numerous cases of depredasions by wolves have recently occurred in Hungary. A band of these animals passed through ono of the suburbs of Temes-var, destroying any animal,'which was not housed. A clergyman who was returning home in a sledge from a neigh boring town was beset by a pack of wolves. Ho bade the "driver make all possible speed ; but at a sharp turning the sledge was upset, the clergyman was thrown out, and torn to pieces before the.eyes of the terrified driver. In a country village a few wolves came boldly at mid-day into the inn yard and devoured an ass; and at Szalouta a shepherd was killed and eaten as ho was passing along the road at night. -'The large establishment of Herr Krupp, at Essen, has within the last three months received considerable orders, as well for articles of peace as of war. In the latter category Russia and Chili particularly figure. For railway linos orders have come in such masses that tho largest number of workmen that the establishment can employ have been engaged up to the end of the year 1881, and many orders have had to be refused. England and Amerioa have also given considerable commissions. The prices are in general about 50 to 60 per oent. higher than they were three months ago, and most likely Herr Krupp will have to engage many hundred additional workmen. -A Oallao correspondent of the San Francisco Chronicle says the situation in Peru is critical in the extreme, and makes several assertions not very creditable to the national character. The patriotism of the ladies of Lima in giving their plate and jewelry toward the purchase of on ironolad to replace the Huasoar pales before the statement that 1 these gifts were dispo ed of by lottery, and that by tbe aid of blank numbers and cheating everything of value was, as per understanding, either drawn by or returned to the donors. The "voluntary" enlistments are made by squads of soldiers that patrol the country and forcibly seize every male between tbe ages of sixteen and sixty. Those not having money enough to purchase their freedom 1 are manacled like criminals and marched off "to fight for their country.' -Tho Duke of Argyll, in his recent visit to Amerioa, was much struck with the fact that costly "and ostentatious residences ore more common in" New York than in London, and that the shops for tbe sale of luxuries are upon such an enormous scale-the stores for tbe salo of women's attire especially indicating the luxurious expenditure prevailing among the richer classes of this country. The inference drawn by the titled traveler is that, in the Old World, those gaining great profits are aeons tomed to look to tho future rather than to the present, seeking snob, investments as will be a permanent rcoord of their success and exert a lasting inflneno'3 upon society, while in the New World the tendency to lavish expenditure is fostered by the feeling that there is a secure possession of every element which can yield boundless returns, not only to industry, bnt to tbe sagacious use of oijpif " WIT AND WISDOM. It will soon be something worth while for Sergt, Bates and his flag to walk, through Maine. - [Burlington Hawkeye. v -When a friend wishes to borrow your money, consider whioh of the two . you would rather lose.-[Persian Philosopher. -In tho theatre of life the man who has a front seat in the orchestra circle is not always tbe ono who most keenly enjoys tho show.-[Hackensack Republican. _ -It is oalled leap-year because every time it comes around there are a couple of thousand Presidential candidates bopping around the oountry, -� [Boston Courier. -It may be a little early, but we like to bo prompt when it helps trade. There is every prospect of n short peaoh orop this year.-[Boston Post. -The greatest compliment you can pay a man is to call him " an advanced thinker." It beats the title of "general" all out ofv^ight.-[Detroit Free-Press. -Edmund Yates soys that jealousy is a mental disease whioh can be saooess-fully resisted. He never saw his girl e.oing off to a picnio with another fellow ' or he wouldn't write that way.-[Detroit Free Press. -"A novelty in Paris," says a fashion item, " are shark-skin pooketbooks." It is not a novelty in this oountry for " sharks " to skin pooketbooks.-[Nor-ristown Herald. -Science tells ns there is motion in everything; but science never saw a man, who is working for twenty-five cents an hour, try to shovel the snow off a sidewalk.-[Waterloo Observer. -There has been very little talk about Leadville lately. Men .who go out there in first-cluss style don't care to be con-stantly reminded that they had to walk all the way home again.-[N. Y. Express, -William Watkins, of Madison, lived -a bachelor until he was fifty-seven years old, when he married, the other day. Tho local papers whooped out the headline, "Another old landmark gone."- [Burlington Hawkeye.' -Tbe Popo is said to be very indignant because Cardinal MoOloeky received Paroell in a courteous manner. The Irish are of a very impulsive nature, and probably Mac did it before he thought.-[Milwaukee Sun. -"Papa, what makes some printers always diink so hard ?" said wise little Johnnie, the other evening. "I thought they always drank easy enough," growled the old man as be looked up from tbe evening paper.-[Owego Blade. -When a man comes down plump upon an icy sidewalk and all the badness that is within him rushes madly out of bis month, does it leave him pure within? Will some one please try it and inform us ?-[ Whitehall Times. -When judge, jury, lawyers, and witnesses Will sign a.petition to release a man they sent to State prison for a crime, it looks very much as if perjury, prejudice, and money were what sent him there in the first place.-[Detroit Free Press. -The way ministers are being found guilty of kissing other women than their wives, proves that you may roll a man under the wheels of theology for years and years, yet you cannot squeeze all human nature out of his heart.-[White-ball Times. -A great deal of trouble and patienoa has been expended to measure the speed of a rifle bullet, and it has been accomplished; but we can't see how it is going to benefit a man to know just how B"'"S �~ ~----r-------- swift a bullet is going through him.-[8yracuse Times. -The mystery that a Rockland boy, desires the advancing years to unfold is why be is always rushed off to bed when he is not in the least degree sleepy, and made to get up when he is so-sleepy that-it seems as if his whole system was clogged with pitch.-[Rockland Courier. -Mr. John Fortune, of Fond du Lao, Wis., recently became the father of twin girls. When he first looked upon the new comers he smiled a sort of ghastly smile and remarked : " Well, I suppose it is all right, for it is said Miss For-udo3 never come singly."-[Rome Sentinel. -The earth in Siberia is frozen to the depth of several hundred feet, and very , few Siberian women find the ground in condition to set out cabbage-plants. ���, St. Patrick's Day ; and little onions are v never scratched out of their little beds by neighbors' ohiokens. - Norristown, Herald. -Of innumerable rules to prevent hens from setting, but one is at all trust- . worthy. Buy a dczsn; eggs of some fancy strain, paying $10 for them, pat them jn the nest, and leave the rest to the hen. A bushel- of corn wouldn't -| tempt her within a rod of that nest till the eggs are spoiled.-[Every Evening. -A fair debutante at a late ball "received " with a large, almost embarrassing, armful of bouquets. To her is pic. sented one of our "howling swells.'" F. D.-"No fewer than eight bouquel -just think of it 1 Are they not love Iy?" H.8.-"Yaas. Lovely, uidee^I And how good of yone papa."-[** York Hour. -If this weather continues an longer the wise grocery merchant bringdown that maple sugar (?) in 1 attic, vintage of '76, carefully dust' same, plaoe it in a conspicuous r*"-the front window, and surmount 1 with a sign made with a marking on a section of cheese box eon *M (bp^^lKiehnoxt Union,; ;