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?;Cf -C. vfrjwfffff f : f?fff . ^ " > y ,- , - ' "•'V':<-v \ L * „ •BMWiffi lOWA f •WJmgMff&l iBMHttBiiWMBi8iiii*iiiiw8fc^^ •jf SOLDIER'S GRAVE. St'a lohfisome—sort o' lonoaottie—It's a Sund'y day to me, It 'roars like— more'n any day 1 nearly ever seal "Y6t, with all thfl stni'S lihd stripoJ above, a- flutterin' In. the ait, Oil ov'ry soldier's grave I d lovo to lay a Hly iha.ro. They say, though, t)ocoratlon days Is glnor'ly observed ^itost ov'ry whnres—esptwhally by soldier boys that's served— But mo and mother's never \vent—we seldom L'H.away— / • In pint o' fact, we're allua homo on Decoration day. *Tiiey Say the old boys mat-olios through the streets in columns grand, A-follerin' tho old war tunes they're playin' on tho band— Andcltlzuns u ll jinin'In—and little children, too — All 'murehtu' undsr shelter of tho old red, vvhlto and blue. "With roses 1 roses! rososl— ov'rybotly In the town! And crowds o' llttlo girls In white, Jdst tatrly loaded flowhl Ohl don't tho boys 1mow it, from their camp iicrost tho hill? Don't they so'j their com'ards comlu' and the old najt wavin.' still? •OU, can't they hear tho bu;ul and tho rattle of tho drum? Aia't they no way tinder heavens thay .can rie- kollect us some' Ain't they no way we can coax "em through tho rose*jest to say U'hoy Icnow that ov'ry day on earth's their Decoration day? "We've tried that—mo and mother—whim> Ellas taUes Ills rest, .tn tho orchurd, In his uniform, and hands acrost his bre-U, Aud the ila<_' he died for smllla and a-rlppUti in tho breeze .. • - Abovo his KVII.VO, and over that a robin in the trees! And yit it's lonesome, lonosomo— it's a Sund'y day to me, It 'pears liko—more'n any day I nearly over HOC! Still, with tho stars and stripes abovo, a-flut- torln in tho air. On ov'ry soldier's grave I'd love to lay a lily thare. —James Whltcomb Kiley, Tho Terrible Draft Klot ot 1803. It very nearly happened to me that I was opposed to the furious,desperate drunken mob in the streets of Now York, in July, 1863, with a small body of crippled and sick, but very ready veterans from the front. No soldier would court any such situation; any good soldier of that time, I trust, would have done his whole duty had lie been put forward in that crisis. I i.rust that I and my forty-seven soldiers from the department' of tho gulf would not have shamed our comrades, had we been put in tp fight iigainst that hell of furious resistance to law, of arson, murder and robbery -that raged through .the great city for almost a week after July Uth, 18(53. This is all I have a right to say. I Imve elsewhere in those sketches told how I was taken frtirn a New Orleans hospital with these forty- seven, all sick or wounded from Port Hudson, as the best squad Emery could get in. those perilous days when lie had less than 3,000 men under his .command to defend the city, and sent up to Fortress Monroe on a stoamor in charge of 500 Confederate prisoners. Having delivered them thore, wo wont on to New York for transportation back, and started on our return July 8; I believe that was the exact date. The intsrval of three days was spent on Governor's island. I had txvo opportunities to .go over to the city, and improved them. I knew that tho draft was about to be en- iorced, and I took some pains to talk with those I .met about it, I heard •very little said on tho subject. I saw no indications of armsd resistance, or -tiny resistance. I had occasion to ffo -to the f headquarters of General Wool, •who commanded there, to get an order for our transportation back to New Orleans signed by tho general •personally. But I hoard no whisper •or fear o£ any risin'.g of the mob, or •resistance to tho draft. Nobody -seemed to realize that the flres of a lurid volcano were ulumbormg thore, ready to burst out in blood and destruction at the signal. Had our departure been delayed •three day's, I know we should have been ordered over to tho city, to face ,that howling, devilish mob some- •where.There were no troops in tho city then; there was only a scant guard in /the forts. Everything was called in tfyat could avail in that awful crisis, %itii a., brigade of the army of the Potomac could ba hurried up to tha Tesone, and it was then known that New York was safe, During that memorable week there was a carnival of blood in the empire city, beginning in organized resistance to the draft and destruction, of its headquarters, extending to the murder of negroes and the burning of colored orphan Asylums, and gathering in passion and •ungovernable fury and drunkenness, swelling to the pillage and arson of "buildings, indiscriminately, and blind killing for tha'sake of blood, It was a hideous time! People who then lived in New*,York an.d.. survived it, and yet survive it, look baok on it as they would on, i} nightmare. JPpr days the heroic police performed miracles o| valor, They charged tha ypavin^ mob everywhere, and without hesitation, 'never failing to drive it back when they ' oama in direct cori' tact with'it, no m^ter how great the odds. Marines from tho government ships •fcbftt happened to be in the harbor, and a, few regulars from the forts, cama over $nd rendered veteraij. service. employe^ of great establish- prlvate, including 6Ub-treasury building In IVflll Street, Wefe" afmefl and held in f6adineSS, clay,: an'd night, I'd i-epel a'ttsi6ks, 'Mahy of s these had boiling 1 wate? constantly ready, and hose with which to throw it on tho mob. It was about the 18th of July that I rejoined my brigade 'west of the Mis* sissippi. Accounts' of the riot had til" feady reached Now Orleans through Confederate sources, and the New Or; leans papers published them in detail. I fead them in amazement. It seemed next to impossible that the great metropolis which I had left only ten days before so qvtiet and peaceful, could thus suddenly have buf-st forth in riot and crime. Men have attempted to write his* tories of those seven horrible days in Now York. Tho field may begleanod, some approximation to the truth may bo l-eaehed, but the whole truth never can be known. It was a saturnalia of horrors, the reign of tho worst elements, iti Which the crimes cannot even bo numbered. Many of them were never known. liev. Morgan Dix, in his memoirs of his father, tho distinguished general and governor, says that the lowest estimates place the number of rioters killed by the police and soldiefs at 1,200, and the wounded at five times that number. Think of it! A first- class battle raging for a week in ihe streets of New York, with a perfect holocaust of fire and robbery. No man may know the long list of innocent victims of this mad brutality. They numbered thousands. I have been told by those \vho know that hundi-eds of school-children left home for schobl in those days, and never returned. When the riot was at last stampr.d out another reckoning came. Dozens of the ringleaders were arrested, coli- victeci and sentenced to state prison with merciless severity by Recorder (afterwards Governor) John T. Hoffman. And the city, being liable by a state law for tho acts of rioters affecting private property, was compelle'd to pay millions of dollars for that week's work. * As a sgecimeniof tho treatment that the fiendish mob had at the hands of the soldiers, where they could reach them, I cite tho brief story ol' a volunteer artillery officer to me in Louisiana next winter. ''I was in New York, recruiting, and took two field pieces and men to work them into, one of thc'lower streets, loa'ded up with caunister. The mob came howliug down, thousands strong- 'Men," I said, 'we must kill those fellows. Depress the pieces a little more—fire! 1 By George, that crowd was lifted into the air! We tore great gaps through it; we strewed the street with their carcasses. They didn't come, again." The Great Riot was one of the worst phases of-the rebellion. When it was overcome men breathed freer. A dreadful crisis was past.—American Tribune. Lincoln's 1'laymato. Austin Gollaher, living at the top o: Mulclraugh's Hill, near Hodgctiville, Ky., is the only boyhood friend of Lincoln known to be living. He is 88 years old, and cheerfully talks to visitors. To a reporter who visited him ho said:- "Jn 1813 my father settled near the Li'uchorn (Lincoln) place. In a few days Aba an' his mother come over to see me an' my mother. At first sight I must say I didn't like Abe a bit. His appearance was not takin', an' I was sullen liko, an' had little to do with him. In a lew days more me an" ray mother goes over to see them. Then I was thrown with him a good deal, and began to like him first-rate. Abo was three years younger than me, but we became fast .friends after that. Wo played in the woods together, fished together, an' when school took up in the little cabin over in tho South Fork crook wo went thore. Then next year tfe wont to another school house further over on the other side of tho creek, Aba was a great learner. He ciphered on everything around, an' read everything he could find to road. The fence corners was full of big iron weeds, an' he'd gather them in the daytime by great piles to throw on tho fire at night to make a big blnzo so's he could see to study," The old man is recognized in Nicolay and Hay's "History of Lincoln," which, in a short account of him, says; "When Gollaher was 11 and Lincoln 8 tho two boys were in the woods in piirsuit of partridges; in trying to 'coon' across Knob creek on a log- Lincoln fell in, Gollaher fished him out with a sycamore branch—a service to the republic, the value of which it fatigues the imagination to compute."—National Tribune, When Sheridan Apologized, A story is told which shows how Phil Sheridan could apologize. On a particular morning 1 the time had come to move. The general with his staff was mounted, but no escort was ready. When Captain Qlaffiin, after much de* lay, dashed up with his squadron, General Sheridan sharply reprimand-ed him for not promptly obeying- orders. Captain ClaftTm tried f> explain that ho had received no orders, but was not allowed to reply. Later one of the acting aids rode up to the general and confessed that he had neglected to inform Captain Claffliu of the hour of march. The next morning General Sheridan rode toward tho front of the escorting 1 squadron and apologized fpr the reprimand, and explained the mistake, Then ho raised bis eap'and bowed, com'tiJOUaly , to the captain, and rode ft way. Cap? tain Claffliu never forgot the occasion, lor he told it to a friend not long bs- fore his death, and said "I could ha,v<j died for him that day." The fortune of Cecil Rhodes, premier of Cape Colony, in Africa, is set at somewhere from $60,000,000 to $75,- Oj0(),ow> all m$d,e i» the oj that NjjiBtyy. «po» & morning btfeeay, nights- and larks flying— Fofr my pttft t gftttlnf up S66ffls not ao east By half as lying. What it the' litfk does caf ol JH the skf , Soarififf beyond th6 sight to find him out— fofe am 1 to tisft afc such & ny? I'm not a trout. tfftlk not to BWJ of bee<i and sttch-like hums, rhe smell of sweat herbs at the morning Only lie long enough, and bed becomes A bed of time. To me Dan Phosbus and his cftf are hftught, Hta steeda that paw impatiently obout— Let them enjoy, say I, as horses ought, The first turn-out I Bight beautiful tbojdewy meads appear Besprinkled by the rosy-nugered girl j What then,— If 1 prefer my pillow-beef To early pearl! My stomach is not ruled by other metv r s, And, grumbling for a reason, quaintly begs Wherefore should master rise before the hens Have laid their eggs? Why from a comfortable pillow start To see faint flushes In the east awakeu? A fig, say I, for any streaky part, Excepting bacon. An early riser Mr< Gray has drawn, iVho used to haste tbe dewy grass among. "To meet the sun upon the upland lawn, 11 — Well,— he died young. With charwomen such early hours agree, And sweeps that earn betimes their bit and sup; But I'm no climbing boy, and need not be All up, — all up ! So here I Ho, my morning calls deterring, Till something nearer to the stroke of noon; — A man that's fond precociously of stirring Must be a spoon. — THOMAS HOOD. Swook Potatoes. The Texas Agricultural Experiment station has been making some tests with the sweet potato. In a recent the experimenter, K. H. Price, t<J Holland!, tt ifi etfenftefit state, foUtlciOly With- dttt iihpoftafldB, yet happff noli, afta, stiUSditima fsathenidrlal) go?Si-lied ftnd> defended by women, The&bvdf&teH ia Indeed ft man, but all the feSt of the government beltings to woj&eni The king la entlfely dependent tipofi Ma stttttf cdttncil, composed of three Wo* taen. The. highest• Authorities, all state officers, court functionaries, IfiiJi- tafy commanders and soldiefs, afe, without exception, women. The Dae fa are agriculturists and mefchants. The king's body guard is formed of amadous, who ride itt the masculine style. The throne is inherited by the eldest son, and in case the 1 king dies without issue, a hundred amazotts assemble and choose a successor It6m their own sons, the chosen one 1 being then proclaimed lawful king. A PMEASINO MOMENT.—Squire B——> is the "first citizen" of the New Eng' land town in which ho lives, and is respected by all classes fo? his sterling qualities and abstemious habits. Ho has much of the courtliness of the old school, coupled wibh great pei'sonal dignity, yet tempered with so keen a sense of humor that ho can appreciate a joke, even though it be at his own expense. He relates the following episode with Relish: Not long sinco his business called him to New York, which is as much his homo as is Ins native place. Ho hailed a Fifth avenue stage, 'and entering it, found it nearly filled. . Sprawling across the aisle sat a man in that stage of intoxication which renders .one careless of appearances. Squire B attempted to step over his legs, but just then the stage gave a lurch and he stumbled over them. To the great amusement of every one in the stage, the man sat erect, and with maudlin severity said: "Man ! n your c'ndish'n oughter take er cab."—Harper's Magazine. Gin LET Sour.—Giblets from two or three fowls; two quarts of water; one of stock; two tablespoonfulsof butter; two of flour; salt, pepper and"onion if desired. Put giblets on to boil in the water and boil gently till reduced to one quart (about two hours); take out BPRINO TIME 03S' THK FAiiM. fcays: The native habitat of the sweot potato is not definitely known. It is generally supposed to be of American origin, but we have no authentic account of where and when it was first brought into cultivation by civilized man. The sweet potato is quite a different thing, botanically considered, from the Irish potato. The former is an enlarged root, while the latter is an enlarged subterranean stem. The sweet potato belongs to the morning glory family (convolvtilaceae), and the Irish potato belongs to the night shade family (solanaceae). Farmers usually allow the tops to decay on the ground. They make an important feed for stock and especially for dairy cattle. This is true in particular of the . tops of the Vineless, which remain green during very severe drouths when grass usually is scorched and killed by a burning sun and dry winds. Since they grow in bunches and stand up well they can be cut with a rnowipg' machine and put up like regular forage crops. They have also been recommended by a farmer in thfe state for salad. We have tried them and find them to make a salad of very fair quality. Their contents of protein, ash and crude fiber rank about as high a"s they do in the tnber. This is shown in the ^.nalyT sis of the tops by Prof. D, Adriance, given in the table below. The analysis was ma4e last October .JQth. Since they are high in the content of wq,ter and carbo-hydrates, they .should be mixed with a more dry and nitrogan,* ous material for feed, such as co^oa seed or cotton seed meal Water..... , 34.730 Ash content 2.735 Protein........ ',. 2.420 Crude Fiber...... 3.330 5f.fr.Est.... -..., 7.2iQ the giblets, cut off tough parts an<! chop the remainder, llettirn to the liquor and add stock. Cook biitter and flour together until rich brown, and add to the soup; season; cook gently half an hour; stir in half a cup of bread crumbs and in a few minutes serve. MEAT PHOBI TJIK POULTRY YAitn. —Tho farmer who is not making his plans to supply his family the coming season with moat from the poultry yard is making a sad mistake. Talk about the economy a farmer must practice when he pays three times as much for his meat supply as is necessary. He can grow chickens for 0 cents a pound, or less, and surely there is no healthier meat, nor any better adapted to the warm weather than this. With a largo flock of chicks, abundance of milk, a good sized patch of strawberries, and $ vegetable garden, the health • of the family may virtually -be assured and the provision dealer's bill greatly reduced. Tbe worth of these things is fully appreciated by the city resident who counts these natural farm products all luxuries, saved in small quantities. TiiE FABSIES BOY.—It is not the work that drives the boys off the farm; it is the social isolation and the humdrum routine of their daily duties,, un^ relieved .by relaxation of the whole* some amusements that every young nature craves. Let the boys make a, business of farming, give them abundant opportunities for enjoying themselves by going to lectures, concerts, dramatiu entertainments, and homo sociables, and they woii'fc hunger and thirst to an alarming extent for thsi excitement and pleasures of city life.—? Western Plowman. KINGDOM OF BANTAM.—Among 1 the colonial posse&ions of Holland there is a remarkable Uttlo state, which, in the constitution and customs of its inhabitants, surpasses the boldest flights of the advocates of womea's rights, la the Igl^nd of Java, between tie , 19 thj >yWell, MUTTON Bit vnc.—Two pounds coarse. , lean, chopped vutton; half sm OAioa j sliced; out) cup of mills:; half a, cup of raw rice; Iwo .quarts of cold watofj seasoning. Boil meat and onion slowly four hours; season, and set b; until cold. Skim and strain., to ths pqit wth. the rice soaked. SAYINGS AN5 FUNNY DOtNCiS BY THE with Siitlfieal Hit* and 1'oltUS DlfrSfitoti at Modern AbltS«»— Correct ttaUmate—fcUes Att Osttlch—• fi It L tT B B E! D Bfeddern-^lt uli 1 Did yer read erbout dat tinarehis 1 up ill Harlem 'what Was totin' ernuff dyner« mite e !• o u n ' tor blow tip saberal blocks ob ten-story houses wid heaby Moi'gages on 'ein?., De Lor'! Hit jess makes my hav stan' up on end! , Sorter funny, ain't hit, dat do Ja- archis* raobement should consist >«in- cerpally of bums an 1 bombs? when lo bums goes off eberybody is glad, jut when do bombs goes oft' tnos' folks wants ter take tor de wooda darsefs. As fur de dy nerinlte bombs, I is quite willin' doy should go atiywhars' except off. I knows ob my own 'spevioiice how apt dynermite is ter blow folks tip. I is liable tor be blowed up myself. De name db.yore pasture's wife am Dinah, an' when hit comes ter blowin' tip, Dinah might at any hour ob de day or night, licah! yeah! yeaht Dat shows dtit all de 'riginal humois' hain't deployed on de comick papers. Some ob 'em am okerpyin" fashionerable pulpits. America an' de United Staits in per- tickerlcr, am do home ob de 'pressed ob all nashuns, an' when de 'pressed gits here worry many ob 'em behaves as if dey was at home—jest as dadly as dcy know how. De foreign anarchis' an' soshalis' in dis kentry what arc howlin' erbout dat 'Merican liberty is a frowd, and should hab dar tenshun called ter de fac dat de fare ter Europe on de steamships, down in de sewerage, is werry cheap jess now. De anarchis' don't want ter work. He am too proud an' haug'hty ter work. He can get mpah work den he knows what ter do wid. What he is lookin' for is; stale beer or hit's erquiverlent in muney. De tincture of anarchy is stale beer wid which dey feeds demsefs outer a terraater cau. De bes' way ter 'bolish poverty is for ebery man ter 'bolish his own poverty, 'ceptin' in de case wid pastures ob de gospil, bekase for de good book says dom what serbes at de alter must lib by de alter, so for dat reason de hat will now be past ter perwide yore pasture wid a spring soot Thought -llo Was an Ostrich. JimsOri-*Aiiy chang 6 tot tntf. In your line of business? „ . ion—Y-6'9, It's been sevefat^jt we've had a bill cbiieetof atftfttf .3 to death. waiter 1 , there's this soup. Waiter—C41ad" to tfntf St, sah, been trym' to kill dat ar fly fo 1 weeks. ______ < A Nttlufal Question. Domestic—Oc-ot Oool, Oool 1 a ghost on the back stall's! 1'mi did! It was a woinanl ' , Mistress—"Horrors! How Wai dressed?—New York Weekly, • A tittle DnHinc'* Professor-—Some of the 'grattde&t, tfl* vcntions of the ago have been t suit of accidental discoveries* < ' ,,, Young Lady—I can readily b6liev«f, it. Why, I made an Important discdv'-I-s ery myself, and it was tho purest acet-y dent, too. > f Professor—I should much like ttv ( ' {< ' hear it. r ^ Young Lady—Why, I found thatbjr; :• keeping a bottle of ink handy a fputi* p tain pen can be used just the same AB .i. any other pen—without any of»the ; bother and muss of filling it. AD Kvcn Exchange. < 'First Speculator—I have somevalna-* ble land in a now suburban place which will be Worth a fortune as soon. ' as tho branch railroad and trolley line reach it. Have you anything to offer in exchange? Second Speculator—I can give you a. city dwelling close to the elevated railroad. It will be a charming place ' of residence as soon as the engines and • cars are furnished with pneumatic- tires.—New York Weekly. Mrs. Hayseed (as 'Rastus sails by after the tar-and-feathering)—My Ian'! I've h'eerd uv them big birds, but I never did see one afore. IIiul To Tu It o IIliu. Satan—Who are you?? New Arrival—I died from excessive cigarette smoking, and St. Peter wouldn't let mo in. Satan—Hum! Well, we'll receive you, but you've gob to go off and air yourself first. A laovn Blutoh. Friend — Edith married for money, didn't she? . ; , Clara— No, indeed. He is rich, but she is dreadfully in love with him. Why, 1 when he-coines in late, she just. sits and scolds him by the hour. Tvrn Questions. Old McUruinpps — Do you suppose that I. am going to allow my daughter to marry a man as poor as you are? Young McOall — Do you suppose that any rich man would marry a girl as homely as she is? Sold Peddler — Please, mum, would you like to buy a parrot? • ' Mrs. Brieki'ow — Now, what on earth. do you suppose I want with a parrot? "Well, mum, it just occurred to me that yon might save a good deal of time if you had one It's a pity to see a intellectual woman liko you obliged to waste time makin* calls on such a lot of ignoramuses as there is in this neighborhood when you might just aa well bo tallcin' to a parrot," "I'll take one." up- *l'ho »Ii\n for tho PJitCfl. Visitc'V—How did it happen thai' such an UBJtop"ular man as Grumpy got elected road irispu'c'tov by stt'ri* atf unprecedented maiority? Host—Grumpy rides a bicycle; Not In, liut Out. George—1 called at your house yesterday. Clara (coolly)—You did not find me Jii- George (vindictively)—No, but I foiiud you out. Your little brother was there; . I,iinllatlonH or Hypnotism. New Boarder--What's the row stairs? Landlady—It's that professor of hypnotism trying to get his wife's permission to go out this evening. A Serious Case. Wife—You must send me away for my health at once, I ivov going into a decline. Husband—My! My! What makes you think so? Wife—All my dresses are beginning to feel comfortable, ... Only Relatives Barred. Moldy Miles—We'll live on th' fat th' land soon. In th' town we're omin' to there's a asylum where all is fellers is welcome. It was founded jy a rich woman and all us tramps akes it in every time. Weariu William—Why didn't she eave her roonoy to her relatives? Moldy Mike—She said she" wasn't •oin' to support idle relatives that was ible to work for a livin'. • Liked X.udy-It'ingerg, Mother—These delicious cakes called <'lady-lingers" are known as "funeral biscuits" in England. Little Daughter—Ooo! Why? "Because they are only served at f unerals," "Oh! Well, I should think they would be a good deal of a comfort. " Solf-Oi>liilauatea. Visitor — Can the baby talk' yet? Little Girl — Nota woyd, "cept -'mam-' nia;" but he thinks he can talk, and you can't make him believe that hits noises isn't talk. I think he's very self f opinionated for his age, don't Jlrokon 1'roiulsos. have broken your to obey your papa, and I shall have to whip you- Little Son— Didn't you promise to obey papa when you were married? "Y-e-s." "Did your mamma whip you you broke it?" 4 Jluppy Mother— You sa/y your husband no .longer spends his evenings at the club? Daughter — I soon broke him of that. "How did you manage?" ."Before going to bed, I put two easy chairs oloso together by the par- re, and then hold q rna,le& to Incidental Economy. Dealer—You will find these ihoes cheaper to buy, i$ the long : -ban the button. Mrs, Van Pelt~-Thoy are the price; where does the saying come ia'f hair-pins, ma'aoj, f?q«ee AU .Family Physician—I $ -if e is in a low state o| jjervoujj d,&? pvession. How much coffee 4,ae§ •ink every day? Patron.—Not more thai* pn? or cups». "\Yhcre do you buy it'?" "At fcQU, i^uwk &. Co,'s," • 'Tha ylaQe whevo they give % «$ rt-ith evory poujjd,?"

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