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The foolish bud would fain become a flower;. And rtauut its heart out in the fair sunshine,

Tbe ardont bloosom, treniulous on its vineDreams only of a golden fruitful hour.

Amber and amethyst, of royal dower.The perfect, purple clusters hang, and pineTo iiur their .souls forth into perfumed wineImpatient leaning from their sheltered bower.

O blind ones ! All your blonded fetorea of scentAnd subtle sweets to this poor end are spent;That man should idly quaff from sparkling glass

Your dew and fire and spice : sighing, while e'erYour honey lingers on his Hps, AlasThe bud, the bl.miii, the fruit ! How sweet they

were !" Scribntr for December.

XIHT WI.MtS.BY A. DARK..

N'tght winds, w hy haunt ye weary soulu.Com in;; from dusky dells where fragrant ferns

With carved minarets prick all the ((loom.Ami incense breathe round dying days.

While Summer sun to reddening ember burns ?

Why whisper ye of glancing streams.Slipping o'er Handy xhallows, cool and fair,

Wu.ere leap and glide the speckled, gleaming trout,1 hat swift as silver lightnings flash

When lured from hiding in a shadowed lair?Why murmur ye of singing pines

That from unbending height, like pilgrim saiut.Uplift in constant, wordless, tragraut prayer,The grateful homage of their praise.

Nor of htern Winter's grief make sad complaint?Why sing of restless, rolling seas

Vhose teuipest voioe of strife and high disdainMay rush to murmurs of sweet lullaby.On pebbly shore by fisher's cot

Iu song of restful peace lose all its pain '

Oh, haunting, wooing winds of night !Ye bring to weary souls, on soothing wius.Visions, of endless, far away delights.

And lull to dreams of purest blissThe dearest boon that sleep to mortal brings !

Jtoston Transcript.

OUT OF THE DUST.RY HELEX W. FIERSOX.

The raw, bleak breaking of a December day in London is something tomake the comfortable sleei)er in a luxurious bed congratulate himself that heis not forced to meet it. He turns andcovers his head for tho moat deliciousdoze of all, while the damn, frostv rimeclings to the pavement, and the .chillstrikes like a bolt of ice to the verymarrow of tho unfortunate wayfarer.

Two children were making their wayalong the suburbs of the great city onsuch a morning. One a boy of twelvewith a look of premature wisdom in hissharp eyes, limped somewhat as hewalked. He had a hollow-cheeke- d, wornexpression, a3 if the hand-to-han- d tus-sle with life, which he had enduredfrom infancy, was almost too-much- , forhim. He wore a pair of blue trowsersevidently cut down from a grown nppair, and proclaiming their origin. Anold military cap snrmounted his thin,light locks, which were powdered withdust. lie held in one hand an old rake,and. by tho other he led his sister, achild of six, whose blue eyes and tangledcurl- - wonld have made her pretty hadshe any advantages of cleanliness. She,too, schooled by the great forcing sys-tem of poverty, seems older than heryears, . and toddles along bravely,though the cold bit her at every gap inher ragged dress.

"Gimini!" exclaimed the boy, stop-ping to rub his numbed hands; "I wishI was a hangel, 'coz their clothes nevergits ragged, and ain't they jist warmand comfortable, with air downy cloudssoft as feather beds."

lien was imaginative and poetical inhis own way.

. "Yes," answered Iiosie, with a con-templative air; "but, my! wouldn't thedust git in ver feathers when you wasrakin'V"

"Oh, yer a goose!" exclaimed Ben,with a laugh. "Do yer think the an-gels go a roolin among dust heaps. No,indeed! they jist sail round on the goldcolored, cushiony clouds, and what didthat air mission school feller say ? Oh,they sing; and some on eui play ongolden harps!"

llosie clasped her hands at the de-lightful picture, and as she did so astrain of music floated to her ear. Itcame from a church near, where the or-ganist was practicing the Christmascarol. The door stood open, and thetwo forlorn children drew timidlytoward it. They had never been atchurch in their lives; but now there wasno well-dresse- d crowd to frisrhten themaway, and, scarcely daring to breathe,they stepped inside.

The Christmas green were alreadyup; holly leaves glistened; and crimsonberries glowed; trailing vines droopedabout the font. Shields, in crimsonwith golden mottoes, or blue and silver,framed with gretn, were placed on thetho walls. Fir trees stood in each corner; a spicy, piny fragrance, like thebreath of the wintry woods, pervadedthe place; and through it all trembledand pulsed the melodious waves ofsound which seemed to bear the soulsof the poor children up to the throne of( od.

"I don't see the angel with the gold- -en narp, exclaimed Kosie, looking timully up at the great organ, with its gildchurch nd burn down, and you an' memnnedqim-- k and got one of those biggold stu ks wouldn't we be rich c"

'Lot:1Iu'em aint solid!" answeredleii, with superior wisdom; "them'swoml . will, .. i;4l :nr . .i. in. ir ! inn n it .ere am t no angels here, goosey!ihey s upm evm and yer 'are to die'"K" lu J ue; so 1 was a jokin' aboutit, 'cos I ain't goiu' to die jest vet andleave pore little Rosie ." " '

The child clasped his hand with asmile.

"I knows yer wouldn't, Ben!-- ' sheanswered with a quiet faith, as if every-thing was in her brother's hands.

"An now we must go and rake in thedust heap," he said. "We've lost tenminutes. There's Mother Meg now."

The old woman referred to under thisfriendly title nodded to them as shecame up.

She was a queer assortment of ragsand tatters; every wrinkle and seam ofage on her old face was filled with dustand ashes. Her gray hair and old mob-ca- p

were plentifully powdered with thesame. Her dress was made of an oldbed ticking which had been fished outof the same dust heap at which they

all worked. Its arrangement was ex-tremely simple having been left to re-tain its original shape, with the excep-tion of being curtailed sufficiently toallow of two straight sleeves. It wasconfined at the waist by a bit of strongtwine, and was at once plain and service-able.

Spite of her strange appearance, thechildren were fond of Mother Meg.They had no parents or relatives, andshe had shown a friendliness to themthat touched their forlorn hearts.'

She gave them advice, and once hadactually made Rosie a Christmas pres-ent . of a new drsss. She had beenknown to mend for them also, but Kosiecould do it almost as well.

She was superstitious and believedin dreams in fact, her dreams were thegreat embellishers and cheerers of herlife and she had a firm faith that sometime she would find her fortune in thedust heap.

It seemed as if the time must sooncome if there was to be any chance forher enjoying of it for she was now COyears old ; but her hope was still young.

"To dream three times hand-runni- n

is a sure sign, Ben," she would oftensay. "There's a good time comin' now.I don't know as it will be a check, butthere's bin checks found in that air dust'eap, and momentums likewise of greatfamilies, and my luck's

"An wot will you do when it comes,Mother Meg?" Ben would inquire, withthe most intense interest. I know wotI'd do. I'd take Rosie to the CrystalPalus an' stay there a week. We'd sleepunder the hedges an' go in every day.Oh, wot larks!"

"Yes, we'd do that, too," the old wo-man would say, very seriously; "butfust, I'd 'ave a 'ouse built for us awhite un with a rose-win- e at the door.Lor'! I remember when I fust playedabout a door, there was a rose-win- e

there; and I see it now, though it was amany and many long year ago! I'verooted in dust 'eaps all my life, but I'venever forgot that air cliuibin' rose redones they was. Oh, so sweet!"

And the poor old woman would leanon her dust rake and dream of child-hood's roses, and the subtle fragranceseemed to steal through tho years andcome to her senses onco more, while thegreat dust heap, that loomed like amountain before them, and the sluggishcanal that rolled near, melted away.

All her castles in the air included theforlorn children a fact which showedthat whatever the husk might appearthat enshrined her soul, that soul wasworthy of its origin.

They now j'roceeded to the greatmountain of dirt, where many busyworkers were already employed. Acasual observer, passing this great pilewould never have dreamed of the vari-eties of industries it served.

"Nothing but dust," one might havesaid with contempt, but in London thevery dust heaps tbe sweepings andemptyings of ash-bin- s and rubbish aremade to contribute not a little to thewealth of the people.

This particular dust heap was so largethat the workers appeared like ants inan ant-hil- l. The trade was divided indifferent departments, too, and no oneencroached on the other. They werequite as honorable about that as thedealers in higher things.

Mother Meg being one of the oldestworkers had been allowed to introduceBen long ago, and the cat de2iartmenthad been handed over to him. Rosiehad, as it were, .been brought up at thedust heap since the time she could tod-dle there, and play with a few cindersthat were sifted from it. Now she hada little rake, too, and joked aroundalso in the hope of getting something.

The decayed vegetable were pickedout by some and sold for man a re; oth-ers gathered the tins, and sold them tobe put in a furnace, where the solderwould drop oil' and serve again; andBenny had all the cats, which were soldfor theirjskins, thewhite ones beiug thomost valuable.

"'Ere's my luck!" he cried, joyfully,a few moments after be had commenced,"A white un already!"

But the moment he exclaimed, Rosieburst into tears.

"It's Lily!" she cried. "Oh! my dar-ling little Lily! Oh, Ben! you willnever go for to sell her!'

Lily had been her pet kitten, andlost for a day or two. The poor chil-dren had lavished a good deal of affec-tion on Lily. The little, soft, purewhite furry creature seemed a sort ofelegant luxury in their poverty a friendto welcome them when they came home,something that loved them in spite oftheir misery and distress and Rosiehad had a good cry when it was missed.

But to meet it again, with its whitefur soiled with dust, was too much forthe tender-hearte- d child, and she wentaway near the fence and sat down toweep bitterly.

"Never mind," Mother Peg whisper-ed. "I know a cat wot s got a wholebatch of kitten, and now to-nigh-t's mybirthday, and we'll celebrate it. I'vegot a sixpence, and we'll 'ave a coupleo' saveloys they'se tasty and fill in' forthe price and a crummy loaf."

"An' some tamryne water looks likewine," interposed Ben; "golly wotlarks!"

And the hope of that simple feastcheered the two children mightily; butRosie still let the tears fall as shebrushed the dust out of Lily's coat.

Within sight of tho dust-hea- p, butwell back from the road, stood an appa-rently deserted mansion. The treeswere bare that in summer quite screenedit from view, and the green lawns werebrown and bare. The window shutterswere all closed and barred, not an eyeof the great house was open. The vineshad crept up those closed shutters, asif sealmg.the place doubly; everythingwas unkept and untrimmed about it.Some one stood now, however, at therusty gate, and peered in wistfully at theovergrown paths. He was a shabby,liaggard-lookin- g young man of abouttwenty-fiv- e, and there seemed a touchl RZJ in his eJe9 as he staredabout the place."My God!" he exclaimed, at last; "to

think I played there when a child andit should be mine and it is gone!"

He groaned audibly; but there was noone near. The workers at the dust-hea- p

did not even see him."How the lawn used to glitter on

those dewy mornings," he said, wildly;"and the flowers I have never seen anysuch flowers since! Oh, halls of mychildhood, I bid you a long farewell!"

And he turned hurriedly away andwalked toward the slugglish canal, andstared into its muddy depths as if theproblem that vexed his life might besolved there.

Ben, in the meantime, delved busilyaway in the dust-hea- p. He had onlybeen rewarded . by one black cat,' whenhe saw something shine, which madehim plunge wildly among the dust andashes. When he had the glitteringthing fast in his hands, then he firstdared to exclaim.

"Sure, this is luck, boy!" cried MotherMeg, examining it. "This 'ere's goldan' wotever this skin is that it's last tois more than I know; but it's got writin'on it cur'us to write on a skin! There'sbin a picter in this 'ere gold settin'."

It was indeed the setting of a minia-ture that Ben had found. It had beenrolled up in parchment, and made fastto it, but the picture had evidently fall-en to decay, and the gold and parchmentendured. The setting was very heavyand elegant, and had evidently contain-ed great pearls, but they were gone..

"Golly!" exclaimed Ben, breathlesswith excitement; "air yer certain sureit's gold?"

"Lor', yes brass would a-b- in as greenas grass, yer see."

"Then I'll have that 'ere 'ouse and therose-win- e, Mother Meg, an' you'll livein it all the same, 'cos you've bin sogood to ns!" cried Ben triumphantly.

"Oh, 'twon't quite do that, Benny,boy," said the old woiuaa, with a tearin her dim eye; "but I thank yer kindlyas yer 'ad it in yer 'art to say. It'sworth a pooty penny, howsomdever. anwen it's time to knock oft" we'll see aboutit."

" 'Tain't no use keepin' this 'ere skin,is it?" said Ben, giving it a twist, andlearning a lesson of the toughness ofparchment.

"Oh, yes, keep it. I can make it out,perhaps, or will git somebody as kinread better. I'm cur'us wotever anyone would write on that 'ere stuff."

So Ben stuffed the roll in his raggedshirt, and worked on with a strange ex-hilaration all day. Rosie, too, seemedcheered by this smile of fortune, forshe laid Lily in a safe nook at last, andbegan also to search the dust-hea- p, forwhich she was rewarded by findingquite a fresh bit of pink ribbon, whichshe tied on her hair, for Mother Meg'sbirthday celebratiou.

Tho long day grew dim in a cold,gray wintry eclipse, and one by one theworkers disposed of their gains to themen who regularly appeared to buy.

The cat merchant did Hot get Lily,and quite sneered at the black oue,which he pronounced a "puflic skelling-ton;- "

but Ben was too happy over hisfind to grumble.

"If you won t buy the 'ouse, I'llI'll buy the dinners for a long timereg'lar tuck-ins,- " he said; "but Iwouldn't want to spend it all that 'ereway, either, cos we wouldn't have noth-i- n'

in the end. But I knows a place, too,that's such an out-an'-out- er sech tripeand taties like dollops and meal! Oh,my eyes! but I'll buy Rosie a red cloakand a 'im-book- ."

"A 'im-book- ?" asked Mother Meg,doubtfully. "Well, wotever is thatfur?"

"Why, to learn them 'ims wot the an-gels sing, to be sure with them goldharps. SVouldn't we feel orkard likewhen we got to the 'evins, ef we didn'tknow nothin' about 'em?"

Mother Meg pondered a few momentsover this solid chunk of wisdom pro-pounded by the child.. JSfe had neverthought of making ready for heaven inany way, though she nvusit b.e muchnearer her end than little Sec.

01 course, she hoped Xo jceaoii Atatblessed haven where the mirerable poor,who are not criminal, expect to haveall the losses and sorrows of this lifemade up to them.

"Oh, ain't I hungry , just!" exclaimedBen, who had only gnawed a crust atnoon, and Rosie eehoed the sentiment.

"Then we'll hurry up about that 'erefeast!" exclaimed Mother Meg, cheer-fully. -

But the next moment, Ben, who pre-ceded the party uud whose eyes wereyoung and sharp, cried out:

"There's a feller takiu' a bath, least-ways, I seen a black head bobbin' up inthe canal. Lor! I'm a green un tothink anybody would take a bath thisfreezin day he's a drowndin'!"

"He's drownded!' cried Mother Meg,hastening to the bank.

But Ben, lame as he was, got beforeher.

He could swim like a fish, and hereached the figure as it rose the thirdtime. But he would not have been ableto have brought his freight to land if ithad not been for Mother Meg's rake,which she skilfully hooked in Ben'srags and brought both to shore.

The young man lay as one dead. Hisface was ghastly pale, and his blackcurls clung in wet masses over hisforehead. His lips were purple, butthe old woman gave it as her verdictthat life was in him. She went to workquite intelligently, too; laid his headlower than his body, and began rubbingand kneading him. Ben, too, workedaway manfully, till the young manopened his eyes.

"If we ad a drop o likker, nowsaid Mother Meg. " 'Ere, we'll giveup the feast, take my sixpence."

" 'Ere's wot the black cat brought."said Ben, showing two pennies.

"Get two pennyworth o gin, then,and run!" cried Mother Meg.

But in taking out the money, Ben alsodrew out the roll of parchment he hadfound, and it fell dowa directly in frontof the opening eyes of the half- - drownedman.

"Am I dreaming?" he cried, as thegold setting of the miniature fell out.

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and he saw the letters entwined in mon-ogram at the top.

He seized it convulsively, and, look-ing at the parchment, uttered a cry.The lost title-dee- d of his old home hadbeen rescued by a child from a dust-heap- !

He needed now no elixir to revivehim. He had been so sick of life thathe had been glad to let go the worth-less boon.

Sinfully had he flung God's best giftat his Creator's feet because he had lostwhat makes life sweet. His wealth haddrifted away from him, his home hadbeen claimed by another, and his prom-ised bride forbidden by a overprudentfather to see him again.

Now, as he held that bit of parch-ment in his trembling hands, he feltthat he held fast to life and hope oncemore. There was nothing near but thegreat dust-hea- p and the muddy canal,but he saw a fair vision of his statelyhome with its emerald lawn and fl ewer-gemme- d

garden, and one, the loveliestflower of all blooming there!

But h did not forget his humblefriends. "God bless you!" he said,heartily. "You have saved my life, andsomething dearer. It will be my careto make you happy. A Fitzgerald neverforget3 a favor."

And then he gave the children thelittle change he had and pointed to thehandsome house in the distance, saying,with deep emotion, "That is my home

come and see me there!"And didn't they all have a feast that

night with the juciest beefsteak andonions, and a "weal and 'am pie" andreal beer, and didn't they indulgebright visions of the future, which wereall realized, for Edward Fitzgeraldbuilt them a white cottage on his estate,and there they all lived together, andthere was a climbing rose at the door!Mother Meg often gazed at it throughdimmed tears, saying, "Yer see thatdreams come true, and I've got the for-ti- n.

though it came through you, Ben-ny, my boy."

Mother Meg would scarcely be recog-nized now as she sits knitting at the flower-fr-

amed window. Her gray hair isneatly put away under a snowy cap, andher tidy black dress is scrupulouslyfree from dust. "She lived in dirt solong," she says, "she can't ar itnow for all they'd never a-b- in wherethey are but for the dust-heap.- "

Rosie grows like a flower in that pleas-ant little home. She goes to school withBen, and they can both read and learnthe hymns which her brother has set-tled are the very ones sung by the shin-ing ones to their harps of gold in theNew Jerusalem.

The Shipping Interests.The following table shows the present

seagoing sail and steamer tonnage of thevarious nations according to the care-fully prepared statement of the BureauVeritas, a world organization for theclassification of vessels (gross tonnage) :

-- STEAMF.RS.-Xo. Tonnage. No. Tonnage.

British 2i),'Jj u.SU'.Slif, a.'-h- 3,:Wi,W2American 7.2SS J,3U0.5'21 iH2 7KS.728Norwegian 4.7J9 l,410.1Mj:i liiiItalian 4.001 l,29!.07ti 114 'J7.582Herman :i.4rG H75.04H TMiFrench a.r 725 .1)48 314 3:14,334Spanish 2.1(15 5.17 ,82u 24(1 170.250(irei-- 2.1KU 420..0G II 7,133Dutch 1,432 S'Jtf.UiCt 120 13 1,600Swedish 2.121 3V9.128 all 88.07RllHsiau l,7x.r. :nl,9.r2 151 1O5.U02Austrian : H5:l 338.084 78 81,209banish.. 1.38 188.9M Si 00,097PortugeHe 4.-.-0 103,010 20 22,277So. Anieric'n.. 273 !).,4S9 81 59.023(VI Auiariu'u.. 153 57.944 0 3,132Turkiab :(" 48,289 3:( 28,204Belgian 54 33,344 46,700Asiatic 42 10.019 11 10,877African 3 454 . .

Total 07,208 15,5.r3,3G8 0.771 5,080,842

Practical Evolutiox. It has beenreserved for a German lady, FrauleinMarie Von Chauvin, to accomplishone of tho most remarkable feats inevolution on record the changing ofan amphibious gilled double-breathin- g

animal into one that is lung-breathin- g

and land-inhabitin- g. The subjectwas the Mexican gilled salamander oraxolotl. Fraulein Von Chauvin owesher repeated success to gradually accus-toming the animal to life on land andexorcising instant care as to its healthand diet. Five strong axolotls were se-

lected and were first kept in shallowwater. Here they did not thrive, andthe bolder measure of putting them di-

rectly on land was resorted to. Tepidbaths twice a day ke2t up cutaneousrespiration, and during the intervals be-tween the baths wet moss was packedagainst the bodies. It is stated that thegills and tail fiu seemed to shrivel byactual drying, through the action of theair, and that they were not absorbed bythe vital processes of the animal itself.This is considered bj-- Prof. Huxley tobe a most interesting point, as it showshow the first air breathing amphibiamay have been evolved from doublebreathers by a succession of dry sea-sons, that is, by purely mechanicalcauses. Scientific A mericitii .

Small Gains. The following para-graph, taken -- from an exchange, showshow easy it is to accumulate a fortune,jjrovided proper steps are taken. Thetable shows what would be the result atthe end of fifty years by saving a cer-tain amount each day and puttiug it atinterest at the low rate of six per cent.:Daily saving. The result.One cent 950Ten cents 9.504Twenty centa 19.006Thirty cents 28,512Korty centa 38.015Firty cents 47,520Sixty cent? 57,024Seventy cents 00.528Bighty cents 70,032Ninety cents 83.537One dollar. 85.041Five dollars 472,208

Nearly every person wastes enough intwenty or thirty years, which, if savedand carefully invested, would make afamily quite independent; but the prin-ciple of smell savings has been lostsight of in the general desire to becomesuddenly Wealthy by some fortunatespeculation.

Cosclusive. "Mankind," said apreacher, "includes woman; for manembraces woman."

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Hide-Bou- nd Trees.The practice of slitting the outer

bark of fruit trees perpendicularly hasits friends and enemies. We are of thelatter. It deals with the effect insteadof the cause. The cambium layer isthat from which a zone of growth (inexogenous plants) is, annually addedboth to the sap-woo- d and to the innerbark. The outer bark is finally exfoli-ated or rent in fissures or scaled off bythe action of the weather. Trees thatare starved increase in growth slowlyand the outer bark becomes so indurat-ed as to resist, to a certain extent, theirgrowth by retarding the upward pas-sage of tho crude sap from the root tothe leaves and of the elaborated sapdownward. But we think it may bequestioned whether it is not well thatits growth should be retarded. Surely,if it is true that a tree becomes "hide-bound" because it js starved, increasingits size is not going to remedy the evilsince we do but furnish more mouths,so to speak, to be fed by the sameamount of food.

We have seen many trees thus treat-ed. The stems would noticeably in-crease iu size the next year or so, butthere was jio corresponding evidence ofvigor apparent. In most instances ithas seemed to us their vigor was impair-ed. These perpendicular slits, more-over, afford convenient lodgments forwater or moisture, and insects seek suchcrevices for shelter or depositing theireggs. It seems to us that the naturalremedy for hide-boun- d trees is to en-rich the earth as far as the roots extend ,and that then the cambium layer, in-creased in quantity and nutriment, willsoon form new liber and alburnum thatthe outer bark must expand and thestem soon become evenly and sufficient-ly developed. Rural J'ew Yitrk.

In a communication to the FrenchAcademy of Sciences, M. Duplessisgives a remarkable instance of the trans-mission of disaase from one crop to an-other by the agency of floods. He saysthat of a field of rye on the banks of theLoire, one half was attacked with thedisease known as ergot or smut, whilethe other half was entirely free from alltraces of disease. The precious crophad been one of vetches, in which thisdisease has never been known to occur,so that the occurences could not be trac-ed to that score; nor were there any oth-er fields of rye near. It was noticed thatthe line of demarcation between thehealthy and unhealthy parts of tho fieldwas just the limit reached by an over-flow of the river. Some distance fromthis field was another crop of rye, whichhad been attacked with ergot in the pre-vious year. The inference is that thegerms of the disease were brought downby tho waters of the Loire from the in- -

fected field, which they overflow, to thelower field, which was also flooded iupart. It is well known that disease towhich human beings and animals areliable, such as typhoid fever and chol-era, may bo conveyed from one .districtto another by running water, and evenmore frequent injury to Crops and cat-tle is occasioned by floods in mining andmanufacturing districts.' Large tractsof land are at this moment lying wasteand worthless through tue effects ofpoisonous refuse brought down frommines and factories, and carried byfloods over fields on the banks of thestream, which have thereby been poi-soned. All traces of vegetation havebeen destroyed, cattle and birds havebeen poisoned, by feeding on groundnewly flooded iu this way- .- LondonCountry.

Eveby laud-own- er should know thathe has a clear title to his real estate. Avery small thing may, in the course oftime, serve as a foundation upon whichto set up a fraudulent claim. Deeds arefrequently not recorded whioh form animportant link in the chain; and, as timepasses away, and the circumstances areforgotten, noono questions the title, andall is well. Y'ears afterward, when theprevious owners are dead, some ques-tion comes up, some widow or minorheirs put in a claim, and a lawsuit, withits expenses and delay, is the result.There are thousands of farmers who arenot able to describe their farms by sec-tion, town and range ;aud, if they werecalled on to do so before a court theywould ignominiously fail. There are somany ways of clouding a title that thebest of men are sometimes imposed on.A farm may be erroneously sold at atax-sal- e, or a judgment may be errone-ously written and the wrong descriptionplaced on record. It is, therefore, im-portant to keep your tax-receip- ts, for-ever, if need be; and, in case an errone-ous judgment is found against the prop-erty, not to trust some one el so to haveit corrected, but attend to it at once.Releases of mortages should be lookedafter, and a strict compliance with thelaw be required. There is a penalty forneglecting to release a mortgage whenit has been paid; but a great many mort-gagees live outside the State, and con-sequently are not get-at-abl- e. Whilehealth lasts and witnesses are alive, letthe matter be attended to. Chicago Tri-bune.

I have lined my poultry buildingsthroughout with tarred paper for twoyears, putting it between every pieceof board or timber, and even into nests,and so far, have not seen a louse about.I had a hen-hous- e overrun with liceyears ago, but upon liniag it with tar-red paper they disappeared and have notbeen seen since. Poultry TKorW.

An old farmer, one of Judge Poland'searly associates, recently called uponhim at Lyndon, Vt., and was invited totake dinner at the hotel. When the oldman took his seat at the table one of thewriters laid a bill of fare before him,but lie promptly handed it back, saying,"Judge Poland settles my bill."

Corn as Human Food. One poundof corn is equal as food to three andthree-quarte- rs pounds of potatoes, oreight and one-ha- lf pounds of cabbage,

b df Dounds of whiteJ turnips. Gennantown Telegraph.

Some Dream Stories.The Jackson Patriot says that cot long

ago Thomas I. Daniel, the stenographerin his circuit, had a droam in which thepractical events of every-da- y life were .portrayed with vividness and afterwardcame to pass. In his dream he wasabout to go to Ann Harbor, and look-ing at the clock, he saw it marked 9, and,as he had about one hour to spare, hesat down to some work. In a shorttime he looked up again and saw thehands in the same position as when helooked before, the clock having stop-ped. His watch said it was but tenminutes before the train time, and it wasonly by running that he succeeded iureaching the train. He awoke, went tosleep again, and again his brain beganto lift the veil from the future. .e

Last spring he lost an overcoat, andin his second dream Sheriff Webster toldhim that the coat was at the jail, andthat Deputy Smith was connected withthe loss. When he awoke the nextmorning he said to himself that it wa?only a dream and dismissed the subjectfrom his min i. The dreams were re-

called suddenly a day or two since, byhis clock stopping and his nearly miss- -

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ing the train. All the incidents wereexactly as portrayed in hif I'ream, andof this coincidence he spoke to SheriffWebster, and also related his otherdreaui. Sheriff Webster told him thatDeputy Smith had a coat at the j tilwhich he found in the court-roo- lastspring, aud subsequent investigationshowed it to be Daniel's coat.

The dream in regard to the train callsto mind an incident which happeuedabout three years ago to one of theeditors of the Republican. He wasvisiting friends at Potterville, wheie haremained over night. He was exceed-ingly anxions to reach Lansing by themorning train, which passed the stationat an early hour. His friends told himthat they"wonld call him in time, andso he rested contented. In the latterpart of the night he dreamed that hewas seated at the breakfast table, andwhen the meal was partly finished thetrain whistled on its approach to thestation. He seized his overcoat, noteven taking time to put it on, and ranwith all spied for the depot, but whenwithin about ten rods of the building,the train jjulled out and ho was leit.When he greeted his friends ia themorning, he related his dream, andwhen they sat down to breakfast he wasassured that it was fully three-quarte- rs

of an hour before the train would bealong. The meal was partly over when" toot " went the whistle of the engine,and some very good time for a repre-sentative of the press was made on theroad to the depot, Lut it was not fastenough to catch the train. Tho dreamcame to pass in every particular, muchto the disgust of the dreamer.

A lady who resides on Townseadstreet in'this city firmly lelieve thatdreams do come to pass. A few weeksago she had a different idea. She is oneof those methodical housekeepers whohave a place for everything and every-thing in its place. It may be well to re-

mark that there are no small childrenin the family. This lady keep a mo-

lasses jug, and that jug Las always Leuin its proper place, with the exception ofnow and then a trip to the groeerj fora new supply of sweetness. Severaldays ago that molasses jug came upmissing, and if there was a sorrowfulface on a woman it belonged to that lady.The value of the molasses jug witsnothing ; but to lose itinherownJx&Ais,where she could go in the dark and findanything she wanted! For nearly twoweeks her waking hours were troublein meditating on that jug, and finallyshe dreamed of it. She thought shewent down cellar and removed a largetin can whieh for some time had ?t,odbottom side up on a shelf, and under itshe found her molasses jug She i$still puzzled to know how it ever camethere, as she has no recollection of re?moving it from its usual place, and herhusband and grown-u- p son deny anyagency in in the mysterious trausfer.Isiysitg, Mich., Republican.

Restaurant Waiters. Doubtlesstheir swallow-tai- l coats and white chok-ers help to give the restaurant waiterstheir frequent resemblance to membersof the learned profession. One of ourmost distinguished public men or hisdouble may be seen any day carryinga tray in the dining-roo- m of ahotol nearGrace Church. The counterpart of awell-know- n Doctor of Sacred Theologyserves at a restaurant farther up town.When I dine at these places I feel likeasking these gentlemen to be seated andlet me wait upon them. At the villageof B. the barber looks so much like acertain reverend bishop, that I can neverget used to submitting myself to his pro-fessional attention.

But when you come to look closelyinto the physiognomy and phrenologyof these doubles, you find a curiousblankness ; or, speaking artistically, alack of firmness and of character in thedrawing. Somewhere in the face or inthe head is betrayed the want of intel-lectual or moral stamina.

Do you not often feel something ofthe same lack in the faces of men whosereputation is wide? It would be inter-esting to note whether in such cases thereputation has not been merely throughthe possession of extraordinary facul-ties of the mechanical sort such asmemory, application, etc., facultieswhich generally go with genius and in-

sight, but which often themselves suf-fice for the making of contemporaryfame. The Old Cabinet ; Scribner forDecember.

When a Newark lover leaves thehouse of his adored one at a late hourin the evening, and walks musinglyhomeward beneath the twinkling stars,his fond fancy pictures her clothed inwhite samite, resting 8wee"nP 5fpillow, with her unbound hair

sleeping face, and angelsEnding over her couch whupenaffHeavenly dreams. Perhaps that verymoment, though, she is in the pantry,gnawing hungrily on a ham-bone- .

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