ALL THEY KNOW. Where lies the land to which the ship would go! ' Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know; And where‘the land she travels from? Away, Far, far behind, is all that they can say. Oh sunny noons upon the deck‘s smooth face, Linked arm in arih, how pleasant here to pace; 0r o’er the stern reclining, watch below The foaming wake far widening as we go. On stormy nights, when wild northwesters rave, .How proud a thing to, ” "lt with wind and wave! Thedripping sailor on 1.0 reeling mast Exults to bear. and scorns to wish it past. Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead. is all her seamen know; And where the land sf: > travels from? Away, Far, far behind. is all that they can say. Egrthur llu::h Clough. MY allusion}. My brother gave his work a final polish. and then viewed the valuable artiéles ap- provingly before placing them in their softly padded case. “Think they look well, little woman?” he asked. “I think they do, indeed,” I answered, in unqualified admiration, for Ted was a capital workman, and had mended the pretty trinkets very skillfully. “I am sure. Mr. Bailey will be pleased. The owner herself would be puzzled to detect where. she damaged them.” Ted smiled; then as he did not intend to take them back to the shop until the return of his employer, which would not be till the inorrow, he deposited both the jeweled brace— lets in his custom'ary “non-burglar proof safe,” as he jokingly called a small, strong, ' square box which he had fitted with lock and key, padded inside and out, and covered with chintz to match our sofa. He made use of this as a lootstool, saying that evil disposed persons would be the less likely to e:::nuine it, and many a jest he had about placing gems under my feet, and about me being a small person with a high mind, for I set my foot upon gold, and the like nonsense. Dear old Ted! He was so clever at his trade, and so trustworthy, that he always had more. work than he could get through. He was very fond of hie—his poor little crippled sister— Would never allow me to Sit too long at my needle, and shared with 1110 in every possible way the little duties neces~itated by our hum— ble meuage: so he and l jogged along very peaceably. We lodged in two rooms in a quiet street on the outskirts of Bridgepool. Our landlady was a kindly old body who had known our parents long before either Ted or I found ourselves on this world’s stage. Having put away the bracelets safely, my brother next packed up three or four watches he had been bhsy setting to rights, and pre- pared to go to the shop in Bridgepool which usually employed him. I watched him put- ,NORWALK GAZETTE. WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 5‘. 1890. the cloth. “Tell me now, popsy, your broth- er’s got some vallybles here, ain’t he?” I shook my head. ' “Oh, but he has, so you needn’t jog your noddle like that. Better tell me where he’s put them. It will save lots of time and be more pleasant for you.” But I only shook my head the more. “Did you ever see sich stubbornness?” mut- tered the fellow, tying up my mouth again. “I am afeerd I shall have to make you speak directly. But I never like to be unkind to the ladies, unless they drive me to it—O neverl” Saying this, he began an examination of " the apartment, proceeding in what, as I sup- , pose, would be described by a “professional” as the “best style ;” any way, his movements . ‘ were characterized by extraordinary celerity. ‘Within a few minutes he had gone to the bot- tom of every drawer and box in the room, and also turned out the sofa bedstead where Ted slept at night. A pretty litter he made of it all! But he had not yet discovered the secret of my footstool. Can any one imagine what I endured as I sat there, helpless ass. poor little Chinese “joss,” the cold perspira- 1 tion of fear on my forehead, while I asked myself: "What will the fellow do next?” He turned round while proceeding with his V search, and looking at me said: “Hallo, Poppet, how pale you are! Ain’t going to faint, are you? 0 don’t faint, for I shall' want you to talk to me a bit. I’ll open the window and give you a mouthful of fresh air. This room is precious close.” He went to the window—the window which dear Ted had cautioned me not to touch that morning—unfasteued the catch and would have let down the upper part, but he was saved the trouble, for, the cord being broken, down quick as a shot came the window, and, as luck would have it, caught his eight fin— gers tight between the upper and middle . frames. The pain and the shock must have been dreadful, the window frame being a. wide and very heavy one. He uttered a howl, then kicked frantically; but all was in vain. There he stood, with both hands held aloft, caught in as nice a trap as could have been devised for an evil doer. ’ Then he glanced at me, and the sight of me, “picter of good behavior” that I was, must have filled his soul with remorse, since through his own act I was rendered power- less to assist him. He whined, however: “Can’t you help me?” As it was impossible for me willingly to look on while a fellow creature suffered such anguish as I knew he must be enduring, I used every effort to get free, but vainly. He had tied me too firmly for that. . He took to kicking again and began to swear horribly. ; May I never again hear such language as I was forced to listen to that afternoon. ting on his overcoat, for the day was very _ cold; but he seemed slow in his movements, and I thought he was reluctant to leave me alone, for, though I was generally active enough, considering my infirmity, one of my bad spells was now on me, when, as he knew, . I found moving about a pain and a difficulty for ‘some days. It happened, too, that Mrs. Brown, our landlady, had gone out for the ; day—a. very rare occurrence. “I don’t half like your being left alone so long, for I may not be back before 5,” said Ted, eying me dubluilfil)’. “Cousin Milly would come around if 1 ....ked her.” “Yes, and bring her baby, who would hin (her my work sadly. I’m busy. Go away, Ted, you dear old fel- lowi Don’t bother about me—I shall be all right.” “W'ell, by-by, little woman,” he said, stoop- ing to kiss me; “I’ll be home as soon as I can. doorway, “be sure you don’t touch the win- dow today. The sash line snapped this morn— ing. I must send a carpenter to see it. You will remember?” I promised that I would, and my brother departed. 'I heard him go down stairs' and shut the street door. At first the unusual quiet of the house was rather depressing; but I soon became too much engi'ossed in sewing to pay attention to that, and stitched away busily at some things I was completing for a lady who was kind enough to praise my needlework, preferring it, as many others did, to machine stitched articles. Presently I thought I heard a slight noise down stairs, like the opening of a. win- dow, but as all remained quiet afterward, I put it down to my imagination, and went on tranquidy with my work. him, the tears rolling down my c eeks. I don’t like babies when ‘ And, Bessie,” he added, pausing in the 3 His hands soon swelled, and I saw some drops of blood trickle slowly down the panes, the rings he wore on his dirty fingers having been forced into the flesh. The piercing air which rushed in freely through the wide aperture must have greatly aggravated his suffering. I know I was nearly frozen. And all this time the clock on the mantelpiece kept ticking off the moments tranquilly, as though to assure me that time could not be hurried into a quicker pace by any considera- tion of human distress. Imagine what two hours in such asituation meant for both of us! Two hours! I think the poor wretch at the window fainted; but the horrible dragging of his body on his poor maimed hand roused him directly. Trembling with cold and commiseration, I sat watching 0. why had I refused Ted’s kind proposal to send - IIFE IN THE STEERAGE. : HOW A YOUNG ENGLISHMAN WAGER- so AND LOST A BET. Banking in with the Emigrants-Uninvit- lug Surroundings—Some of the Noises. Smells and Other Discomfort: the Steer- ago Afl'ords. “My dear chap, you’ll never do it. I’ll wager you a fiver you don’t.” Such was the emphatic consolation vouch- saved to me by my old college chum when I ‘ confided to him my intention of crossing the Atlantic like an ordinary emigrant in the steerage. How very like a friend! You pride your- self on being a stoic. Does he credit me? Not he! With brutal cynicism he laughs your pretty conceit to scorn and denounces you to your face as a rank epicurean. “Well,” I cried easily, though not a little mortified, “I’ll take you, if only to punish you for your skepticism by collaring your £5.” I may here explain that I was crossng from merry England to the United States on pleasure bent, and the idea of traveling in the steerage pleased my fancy as being a novel and I flattered myself a somewhat plucky experiment. “Nothing like seeing life in all its varied phases,” said I to myself. A week later saw me at Liverpool. There was hurrying to and fro and trampling of heavy feet. Porters skurried hither and thither, bearing huge bales and “all sorts and conditions” of merchandise. Hoarse shouts rent the air and there was much jostling and 5 more profanity, and little respect was paid Cousin Milly to me? Why had I been so , captions about her dear little baby? Better 3. room full of babies, all doing their Worst, than—- But here I swooned, and fell, chair and all, on the rug before the cold grate, the fire hav- ing died out long since. Just on the hour of 3 I became conscious of a dull thud‘ below, which I knew to be a knock at the street door. I lay listening, but unto the eorns of man. But as I cast my eyes along the approach which led to the stage they alighted on a proceSSion which flooded my soul with the most dismal fore- boding. A nondescript moving mass—which to call a wagon were to flutter it preposter- ously—compared seemingly of a heterogene— ous collection of bundles with here and there a projection which somewhat resembled a. box, was advancing cautiously in our direc- tion. By the side of it marched a number of persons who might have been moving adver- tisements for a faded rag shop. They were indeed the son-lest crew I had ever set eyes on. Could this be the company I was to en- joy intimacy With for the next ten days? Alas! my apprehensions were but to well founded. For the first time I felt a pang for my £5 note. The city clocks now announced that it was 10:30 and with that all of Us were speedily shipped aboard the tender. We soon hove alongside that gallant ship, the Crafty, which was to be our home—or our coflin, for aught we knew—on the wide, wide sea. At 2 o’clock the medical oflicer came aboard and held alevee, attended by all the crew and all the emigrants. “’6 all filed by him in solemn procession. Now and then there would come a halt, While a. man or woman, whose appearance suggested 'some lurkish disease, would be subjected to rigorous exam- inatiou. By and by things began to assume a. more settled aspect and to indicate that the hour of our departure was nigh at hand. Pres- ently the saloon passengers arrived alongside, and with them an army of friends, who ac— companied them to their cabins. ‘ No sooner had they arrived there, however, than the bell rang and they came forth again like a rushing torrent and streamed into the tender. A waving of handkerchiefs, a crying of “good-by,” the welling of tears to tender eyes, a little huskiness of the throat and their - adieus were said. -» l .The bar was safely passed late at night, ' and as we stood away from land we got clear of the fog and the Crafty was enabled to forge ahead rapidly. On the morrow we glided into Queenstcwn = harbor, which some mariners claim to be the rather wondering vaguely what would hap- ; pen next, than taking any interest in things After some time I was startled to hear a. f j he would gladly have hailed a prison as an = escape from such a plight as he was in, and step, stealthy, but distinctly audible, on the landing outside, while under the door ap- peared the shadow of some one moving. “Perhaps Mrs. Brown has returned,” was the thought in my mind as I sat gazing at of this life, from which I seemed in a man— ner to have floated away. After an interval I heard steps plodding up the stairs, and a loud cheery voice, which I recognized as that of our old friend, Mr. Joy, the carpenter, called out: “Hulloa! Anybody at home?” Coming to our room door, he knocked, then turned the handle, but of course found it locked. Being unable to speak, I yet tried to groan, and made some inarticulate noises, but I could hardly hope the old man heard them, as he was somewhat deaf. As for my companion in misfortune, one would suppose so, no doubt, he would, only he had no choice at that moment, having gone off again in a . heavy swoon. the door; but then I turned cold with fear, ; for the handle was turned softly, and a strange man looked in—a young man, with a pallid, greasy, leering face, ornamented by a thievish looking twist of hair on each side, While a limp cap of semi-military cut was stuck rakishl y on the side of his head. I noticed these details mechanically as I sat petrified with surprise and fright, and I also noticed that his long, dirty neck was without tie or collar, a shabby frock coat be- ing buttoned up to his chin, and that his dirtier—bands sported more than one ring. This individual, after darting a swift glance round the room, slipped in and locked the door. saying: “Slick! Popsy-wopsy, don’t be frightened! I’m not going to hurt you—not a bit of it! But, you see— Stop that!” he growled; for, as he approached me, I recovered myself a little and gave a gbod loud scream. E hopes of relief died away in my breast. I heard the carpenter go down stairs, and 0 Joy, Joy, why did you come to mock me thus? Two more hours probably before Ted will be home! Shall I be alive by then? My bound and aching limbs were on the rack of pain; I lay and sobbed miserably. But hark! A shout from the back garden! “What the dickens is all this?” Again I heard the voice of Joy. It appeared that the carpenter, on trying ' our. room door and finding it fastened, con- cluded we were all out, but went round to 1 the back of the house “to have a look at that Quick as thought he had his band over my mouth, holding my chin and nose in such a , manner that I was nearly'suifocated; then he gave me a shake, saying: “If you do that again I’ll pay you out, you little 'fooll There—she is going to be nice and quiet now, ain’t she? A pieter of good behavior, I calls her!” Talking thus, he gagged me dexterously with some of my work, which, however, was pleasanter than his hand—ugh, that grimy handl—on my mouth, and then, producing some cord from his pocket, in a minute or two I was—poor little feeble thingl—bound hand and foot in my chair. He grinned at me as he remarked: “Now, you know, ducky, I wouldn’t have served you so if you’d had the sense to keep quiet. I never could abear to berough to the Sladies—never! But time is short, and you 'mi ht have been hard to persuade; $0, per- hags, it’s the best way after all.” . I While speaking thus the flippant rascal .kept running his eyes around our neat little iroom. I read disdain in his glance, and at Lthat -moment a. suspicion darted into my mind that he had come with the object of lstealing 'some of Ted’s work—perhaps the jeweled bracelets which then were under my teeth hard and watched the man. daring glances soon reverted to me. “Look here, dear, if I loosen this cloth a bitand you take breath, will you speak to me nicely? Only don’t scream again. It makes me quite nervous to hear you scream and can‘t do you no good. " How well I knew that, in a back room ina quiet street! “There, feet. With this thought there came to me a ‘ firm resolve to save my brother such a. loss if g I pomibly could; ay, even though I had to ’ endure torture, I would not speak. I set my . His wan- ' winder” which my brother had sent him to mend—of course not expecting to find it con- verted into a man trap. He had noticed, while knocking at the street door, that the parlor wmdow was unfastened, and, think- ing it unsafe, especially as Mrs. Brown was out, he had used his privilege as our old friend and hers to get through and fasten it before coming upstairs. _ N o doubt the thief I had entered the house by that way. It was not long before help came, and the door was broken open, when our misery was ended. I dare say, since prisons were first built, there never was a culprit who walked into jail more meekly than did the one who had intended to rob my brother. They say the poor fellow’s bands will never be right again; amputation may be necessary, as erysipelas is getting in. \Vell, all I can say is, I freely forgive him for the suffering, mental and bodily, be caused me. I was in bed for a fortnight, but eventually got all right again. Dear Ted says I am a brick, but that may be his partiality. Any- how, my footstool proved to be a very effec- tive safe. To this hour no one knows about it but you, Ted and myself—True Flag. Co-operative‘ Criticism. A “mutual admiration society” of a. new kind has been started in one city with good - success and with benefit to the privileged members. A few girls invented it as a joke, ' but have kept it up, finding it to be a good thing. The plan is to observe each other, with a view as to what is most becoming in dress and what combinations of color and style best set oi! each other’s attractions-or lack of them. Observations are then ex- finest natural harbor in the world. Bumboat women here boarded us and until we weighed anchor often became a thing of misery by reason of their persistent attention. Once at sea one’s lungs expanded more freely. It was at this period that I first began to study my fellow passengers. The respectable folk of the steerage numbered about twenty or thirty, and these were English, American and Scandinavian. All belonged to the poorer class but were cleanly and neat in appearance and of orderly behavior. A marked' contrast was afforded by the other emigrants. For the most part their personal aspect suggested the idea that the wells of their country had run dry and that soap was an offense to their nostrils. Ani- mallsm was stamped on each man’s face, and there was scare an intelligent creature ' among them. A certain concession in my favor was made by the steamship company. Instead of being berthed forward with the single men, I was allotted a. cabin aft such as is given to every emigrant married couple. This indeed was a liberal concession, for the single wretches were—well, they were not reveling in luxury. In some cases they slept six in a. large bunk, with bunks to the right of them, bunks to the left of them, bunks below them, and bunks above them. The sense of compression was well nigh intoler- able. The single women endured a like state of things. The married couples Were thus well off in comparison. All went well for a day or two. The meals served were plain, but the food was good, and there was an abundance of it. ' But Scripture saith an ending To all good things must be. And so on the morning of the third day Neptune began to get a trifle uneasy, and as the hours wore on his” disquietude increased so alarmingly that the Crafty was unable to maintain her equilibrium and began to stir ' “with a short, uneasy motion.” This set me _, thinking that it was advisable to prepare for all contingencies, and so I betook me to my bunk, and there I remained a night and a day. The cabin Opposite to mine was occu- pied by a patriarch who might have sat for Moses. With him was his family. Nor I doubt not that they were an agreeable fam- ily, but they developed a habit of moaning in unison which was not altogether pleasura- ble to my unmusical ears. Then my next door neighbors were a family and rejoiced in twins of stentorian lungs. One might have judged that it was the life long object of this pair to sustain a continuous howl. Each seemed to vie with the other as to which could reach the highest note, and they would sing it out most triumphantly. Doubtless the parents had much reason to lay their hand on their offspring and—bless them, but my own savage breast would not be charmed by their duet. - Many other harrowing sounds, too, were borne in on my ears, which made me regret my acute hearing and served to undermine 5 my resolution to stick to the steerage. But I said in my strength, “I will remain where I 3 am.” Vain is the word of maul I ‘had , hardly made this mental ejaculation ere the ’ last straw was laid on and the camel’s back ‘ broke. There had already been a curious odor of oil floating about, but now the pitching and l tossing of the vessel caused a condition of changed, and at the monthly meetings at itbings from which there sprungamost evil each other’s houses each member brings a ; eflluvia. It was a sort of eflluvia that be-I . sketch of a dress she has designed. Votes are ain’t it much more comfortablel”—looseuing , then taken as to who shall use them. and armed with this guide to an artistic and styl- ish costume a girl can bid defiance to high priced gown makers by either having a good seamstress carry out the idea or, if she has a knack that way, doing it hermit—Washing- ton Star. . " - sieged the nostrils and clung to them even 3 when you rushed far from its domain. Itwas i an eifluvia that might be felt. All too soon I‘ l became aware of it. It was too much. --Moved by a sudden impulse, I crept from m ‘ bunk. A few bounds took me to the deck! and thelpurser’s cabin, and the next minute I was transformed into a saloon passeh'ger.—-' W. B. C. in Kansas City Tinies. Wonderful Human Mechanism. Science, says Sir James Puget, will supply the natural man with wonders uncounted. The author had once heard Mlle. J anotha play a presto by Mendelssohn. She played 5,595 notes in four minutes and three seconds. Every one of these notes involved certain movements of afinger, at least two, and many of them involved an additional movement laterally as well as those up and down. They also involved repeated movements . of the wrists, elbows and arms, altogether probably not less than one movement for each note. Therefore, there were three distinct move- ments for each note, as there were twenty- four notes per second, and each of these notes involved three distinct musical movements that amounted to seventy-two movements in each second. Moreover, each of those notes was determined by the will to a chosen place, with a. certain force at a certain time and with a certain duration. Therefore there were four distinct qualities in each of the seventy-two movements in each second. Such were the transmissions outward. And all those were conditional on consciousness of the position of each hand and each finger be- fore it was moved, and by moving it of the sound and the force of each touch. There- fore, there were three conscious sensations for every note. There were seventy-two transmissions per second, one hundred and forty-four to and fro, and those with constant change of qual- ity. And then, added to that, all the time the memory was remembering each note in its due time and place, and was exercised in the comparison of it with others that came before. So that it would be fair to say that there were not less than two hundred trans- missions of nerve force to and from the brain outward and inward every second, and during the whole of that time judgment was being exercised as to whether the music was being played better or worse than before, and the mind was conscious of some of the motions which the music was intended to in- sp1rc.——Popular Science Monthly. Habits of Ostriches. There are certain old traditions about the ostrich which, I have been told by the owner of the California ranch, are fallacious. He says that the ostrich does not bury his head in the sand and imagine he is unobserved by his enemies. On the contrary he is a very pugnacious bird and always ready for a fight. Nor does the female ostrich lay her eggs in the sand for the sun to hatch them. To do them justice, they are quite domestic and de- serve a better reputation. Nor is the ostrich ever used for riding, as he has an exception- ally weak back; any person might break it with a. blow from an ordinary cane. His strength lies in his great breast and his feet. He has one great claw and a. very small one, and with a terrible precision he can bring down the large claw with a cruel force that will tear open anything not made of sheet ll'Oll. Savage birds at best, they are dangerously so during breeding time. The twenty-two birds brought to our California ranch trusted to their instinct and laid their eggs during the California winter, which corresponded to their summer south of the equator. It being the rainy season, their nests were filled with water and the eggs were chilled; so the first season of their American sojourn was a. failure. The ostrich makes its nest by rolling in the sand and scooping out a hole some six feet in diameter, and, excepting an incubator house, the California ranch requires no buildings for the use of the birds, though the land is divided off into pens, fenced in, each about an acre in extent, for the use of the breeding birds, every pair occupying one such in- closure. The ostriches live upon alfalfa and corn. Alfalfa is a grass cultivated all over the ranch. It resembles our clover and grows to a. crop some six times a year. —St. Nicholas. How to Tell a Man’s Age by His Name. “Give me a list of the names of the men in any city or town in this country, and over without having seen or heard of them, I will tell you half their ages,” said a prominent citi- zen yesterday. . “How can you do that?” asked an incredu- lous bystander. ‘ “Simply by the initials of their names. In the first place you must remember that about half of the male population of this country have been named after presidents of the United States or candidates for president, and all you have to do is to know when those presidential candidates were at the zenith of their popularity. Of course, exceptions must be made of George Washington and Andrew Jackson, for people have not quit naming their boys after these illustribus men to this day. “For instance, here is the name of W. H. Johnson—William Henry Harrison was elected president in 1836, consequently Mr. Johnson is about 53 years old. Hereis W. Scott Smith—Winfield Scott ran for presi- dent in 1852. Smith is therefore about 37 years old. The next name on the list is A. L. North—Abraham Lincoln was elected president in 1860. Mr. North is therefore about 28 years of ago. Now take the next- M. F. Smathers. Millard Fillmore was a candidate for president in 1856. M. F. Smathers is, therefore, in all probability, about33 years old. And so on. By study- ing the Christian names of men you can fig- ure out the ages of many of them very closely. ”—Punxsutawney Spirit. Quarrying Onyx. ’ Mexican onyx-is a form of stalagniite and its colors are formed of oxides of metals in the earth over the caves through which cal- careous water passes. Gold is represented by purple, silver by yellow,'iron by red, copper by green, and arsenic and zinc by white. Volcanic eruptions and earthquakes have almost destroyal the caves in which onyx exists, and the native Indians who mine it have to cut through masses of ruins. Blocks of the material are quarried in a primitive way, in order not to shatter the substance. Deep round holes are drilled by hand on a line. In each hole is inserted usnug fitting plece of wood, which has been grooved from end to end. Hot water is poured into the grooves at night. This swells the wood, and the block is split along the line without dam- age. _ The natives then saw the block into slabs and polish the surface by hand. Each piece is transparent, and when placed be- tween the eyes and a strong light presents a remarkably beautiful efl'ect in form and color.—NeW‘York Times. Prejudice Against Will Making. One of the most unreasonable superstitions is that possessed by so many people that de- ters them from making their wills, trusting to good luck to have time when the candle of life is flickering out. A lady of unusual cult- ure and strength of character, a leader in a. wide social circle, and active in movements for the advancement of her sex, died not long since at a third stroke of paralysis. She had a good deal of property and many articles of rare value that she designed to leave to a cherished young lady companion, but even after the‘second stroke, and she knew that a third wouldbe fatal, she could not bear 'to think of making her will. She drOpped 0!! suddenly, and her friend is without ' an y- thing, while remain relations get all. - The instance is familiar to many in ”this city; but is not singular.—St. Paul Globe. MONEY IN MANY-LANDS. PECULIARITIES IN THE PAPER CUR- RENCIES OF FOREIGN COUNTRIES. Plain Bank of England Note in Its Simple Black and White—Picturesque Curren- cies of France, Russia and Italy—China’s Bank Bills—A Money Changer’s Views. It was a quaint little old man whom I met some days ago in a little, foreign looking money changer’s shop near Bowling Green. He might have played Shylock without making up, with his patriarchal white beard and hair, his keen black eyes and curved nose, but a very amicable and good natured Shylock I found him, with not a suggestion in his manner of any desire to exact even an ounce of flesh for the time I took in asking curious questions about the currencies of all nations. I found the old man peculiarly apt in the information I asked. He had handled money in nearly every capital in Europe. GOOD AS GOLD EVERYWHERE. “This,” he said, as he picked up a. Bank of England note, "is the plainest piece of cur- rency to be found in any country in the world, and it is- good for gold in any land under the sun Where white men or yellow live.” - The Bank of England note is about five inches by eight in dimensions, and is printed in black ink on Irish linen water-lined paper, plain white and with ragged edges, which lacks the oily smoothness of our own bank notes; “It looks easy enough to counterfeit,” rc- marked my ancient guard, “but, in fact, the Bank of England suffers as little from coun- terfeiters as any similar institution in the world. The notes are never reissued, but are burned as soon as they come back to the bank, and the paperis made for that sole pur- pose, and that is the greatest safeguard. In sending a note by mail or express, the note is always cut in two and the halves sent sep- arately. “The showiest currency to be found out- side of China are the notes issued by the Banque de France,” he continued, as he picked out a piece of paper that resembled a small show bill. The paper itself is white water lined, printed in blue and black, with numerous mythological and allegorical pic- tures, and running in denominations from the twenty franc note to the 1,000 franc. “Not easy to counterfeit, but far from ar- tistic,” was the remark of the old man, as he pulled out a. variety of Italian notes of all shapes, sizes and colors. The smaller bills- five and ten lire notes-are about the size and shape of our own old twenty-five cent “shin- plaster” fractional currency, and printed on white paper in pink, blue and carmine inks, and ornamented with a finely engraved vignette of Kin g Humbert. The larger notes are about the size of our “greenbacks,” and are elaborately engraved, but to my eye they are neither beautiful nor artistic. They are worth more away from home than they were a few years ago, though, owing to King Humbert’s Wise rule. “But here is your elaborate bank note,” continued the old man, as he brought to light a gorgeous piece of paper about 4 inches by, 10. It was the hundred ruble note of Russia. The note was barred from top to bottom with all the colors of the rainbow, blended as when thrown through a. prism. In the center in bold relief stood a large, finely executed vignette of the Empress Catherine I. This was in black. The other engraving was not at all intricate or elaborate, but was well done in dark and light brown and black inks. “The Russians look upon that as the height of artistic work,” said Shylock, “and it has one merit. The paper is"made by a secret process, and the note has never been counter- feited. It is also worth its face value in ev- ery capital in Europe and Asia. The smaller Russian notes, the twenty-five and fifty ruble bills, are about one-third smaller and not as gor eously colored. The smallest denomina- tion n Russian currency is five rubles, about $2.50 in United States currency.” IN TWO LANGUAGES. “Here is a peculiar bill, but a. very good idea, I think,” continued the money changer, as he showed me another bill. “This is from Austria, and, like all his majesty Francis Joseph’s currency, is in two languages On one side it is Austrian and on the other Hun- garian, for the benefit of the Magyars.” The bill was printed- on a. light colored thick paper, which showed none of the silk fiber marks or geometric lines used in our currency, as a. protection against counterfeit- ing. But, like the German currency, each bill bears upon it a terrible warning to coun- terfeiters, threatening the penitentiary con- finement “to any one who shall make, sell or have in his possession any counterfeit or fac- simile of this bill.” The engraving is profuse with angel heads and artistic scroll work. The lowest denomination in currency is the one florin, worth about forty cents of our money. The highest bill is the 1,000 florin note. The German currency is rather artistic. The bills are printed in green and black upon paper lighter than our own gold certificates, and about an inch wider. They run in de— nominations from five marks to 1,000 marks. Their later bills are being printed on the silk fiber paper. The N orwegians have a curious currency, but it is rarely seen here, for the reason that it circulates very little among the common people and the class that comes here as immi- grants. These stick to their copper and sil- ver coins and shun the little cinnamon brown bills of their "government, which are about the size of our old “shinplasters.” The Chinese paper currency is in red, white and yellow paper, with gilt lettering and gorgeous little hand drawn devices. The bills, to the ordinary financier, might pass for wash checks or prayer papers in 9. Joss house, but they are worth good money in the Flowery Kingdom. South American currency, in most countries. is about the size and general ap- pearance of our own bills, except that cinna- inon brown and slate blue are the prevailing colors and the Spanish and Portuguese lan- guages the prevalent language engraved on the face—New York Star. Old Clothes Made New. Old clothing may be made to look nearly as good as new by pursuing the following plan: or a pair of trousers of broadcloth, cassimere or diagonal. The sconrer makes a strong, warm soapsud and plunges the garment into it, souses it up and down, rubs the dirty places, if necessary puts it through a. second suds, then rinses it through several waters and hangs it to dry on the line. When nearly dry he takes it in, rolls it up for an hour or two and then presses it. An old cotton cloth is laid on the outside of the coat, and the iron pasSéd over that until the wrinkles are out; but the iron is removed be- fore the steam ceases to rice from the goods, else they would be shiny. Wrinkles that are obstinate are removed by laying a. wet cloth over them and passing the iron over that. If any shiny places are seen, they are treated as the wrinkles are; the iron is lifted while the full cloud of steam' rises and brings the nap up with it. Good cloth will bear many washings, and look better every time because of them—St. I‘m} Republic. Ancient Combs. The oldest specimens of combs preserved in the British Museum belong tothe period of the second Egyptian dynasty. They are made of wood, with coarse teeth rather wide apart; ,where there is only a single row there is a rough attempt to carve the back into a sem- blance of a. sacred animal, such as the cow of Athor or the goddess of beauty. The forma- tion of one specimen, in bone, six pronged, and rudely cut at the edges, suggests that it was worn as an ornament for the hair. From that time to the Middle Ages there is no evidence to show that decorative combs were in use. The Greeks were specially fastidious in the arrangement of their hair, and the Spartans, whose general habits were more severe, were no whit behind them in the care lavished upon it, calling it very shrewdly the cheapest of ornaments, and before proceeding to bat- tle the combing and dressing of their locks partook of all the solemnity of a. religious rite. Before the battle of Thermopylaa, Leonidas and his followers were discovered by the Persian spy in the performance of this act. That it was in some way associated with worship of the gods among the Romans also is evidenced by the presence of combs in the cista, or cylindrical vase with a covered lid, which contained the articles used during the rites of Ceres and Bacchus—Rehoboth Herald. . A _~_ -.——.~-_.. -: . ‘ 4.1;! "I ' - ~53; ,. u .\ _ is“ LONGFELLOW’S MAIDEN, who is— “ Standing. with reluctant feet. Where the brook and river meet. Womanhood and childhood fleet! 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