Mr. Smith's Wife.

BY AMY BA-NDOLr-H.

Mbs. Smith, I am astonished at you.' Now this was not by any means a general assertion. In fact, according to his own statement, John Smith was ' as tonished ' at his wife, at least once a day, on an average. Mrs. Smith was used to it.

She was a tall, slight woman, scarcely more than a girl in years, with shining brown hair, large dark eyes, and cheeks that had been as pink as sea-shells in the days of her happy maiden-]ife. They were white and wasted now—a circum stance that might be easily accounted for by the little babe on her lap, and the two year-old elf, who was tottering about the room in aimless pursuit of kittens, sun beams and other baby delights.

'Things are all sixes and sevens,' went on Mr. Smith, tying his cravat before the mirror, and viciously twitching it into a knot. ' Coal wasted, butter thrown into the soap-grease jar, dish-towels taken for stove-cloths, and my third-best pants sold to a dealer in tinware for a funnel, and two pie platters. A funnel, Mrs Smith, and two pie-platters! I never heard anything so outrageous in all my life.' ' But, my dear,' meekly interposed the much enduring wife ' we needed the tin ware, and you had not worn the garments for a year. They were full of moths.' 'There it is again,' said Mr. Smith. * The moth would never have got into 'em if you had taken proper precautions. I never heard of a moth in my mother's time. And now you are actually asking permission to visit your brother up the Hudson.'

• I have not been away from home before since we were married, John,' piteously pleaded Mrs. Smith. 'I feel almost worn out, I think the change would do me good.'

• And what is to become of me ?' sonor ously demanded the husband. MrSt John Smith thought of the day's masonic excursion last week, the trout fishing expedition into the Catskills a fortnight since, the races at Jerome Park, and the drives to High Bridge with Parker, Betts and Frisbee, in an open barouche, all within the month. But she said nothing, except: •It don't cost much" to go, John. I'll only stay a week. Do let me go ! The doctor says the fresh air might help baby along witn his teeth, and little Johnnie is drooping this hot weather. 'Well,' said Mr. Smith, as ungraciously as possible, ' I suppose you'll have to go. Five dollars at least it will cost me, and altogether our expenses are ruinous this year. See how Georgiana Trotter mana ges for her husband. I don't suppose it costs them half to live that it does us. I might have married Georgiana Trotter once. I almost wish I had.'

It was on Mrs Smith's lips to utter * So do I!' But she looked at the chil dren, and was silent

• Yes,' went on Mr Smith, ' I suppose you must go. Only, for pity's sake, don't get into the habit of run —running all the time. I needn't send up anything from the butcher's I suppose. I shall dine down town, and there'll be enough left on the cold knuckle of yerterday's ham for you.' Mrs. Smith abstained from reminding her husband that he had himself break fasted on the remains of the ham. She only sighed, and was silent. ' It's bis way,' she thought. 'He means well enough. And I suppose all men are so. Only I wish he had kissed me good-bye.' Woman nature all over ! She could do without her dinner contentedly, eating a crust of bread in the stead, but her heart yearned hungrily for the omitted caress, the ignored words of tenderness. Poor Mrs. John Smith! How the strong minded of her sex would have pitied and despised her. Np light, no fire! It was dreary enough, on that chill August evening, as Mr. Smith screwed his night-key into tbe latch ,and groped his way into the hall. He sat down in the bay window, and stared about the vacant room. There was his wife's work-basket on the table, her little rock ing chair standing vacant beside it, while Johnny's forgotten rattle lay on the floor close by. • It's very lonely,' muttered Mr. Smith, with something of a shiver. 'I hope Jenny won't stay Ijng.' And as he lighted his cigar and whiffed away, a guilty sense of his own shortcom ings came upon him. ' It must have been rather a stupid life for her here, poor little thing!' thought he. ' I might have come home early to keep her company a great many times, which I didn't. She bad to sew a great deal for the children, I wish I had bought her a sewing-machine when she asked for one. Allison used to bring up fruit and flowers for his wife every evening. I wonder I never thought of it for Jenny. And now I come to reflect on the matter, Jenny has grown thin and pale of late.' He moved bis chair uneasily, and emit ted a thread of blue, spicy smoke from his pipe, very much as if he were not en joying it particularly. ' I suppose they are at Bilberry farm by this time,' said he to himself. ' I suppose the younkers are in bed and Jenny is sit ting out on the piazza, listening to the whippo-wils. I've almost a mind to go out there myself to-morrow evening, and take some peaches and bananas and things. It would be a pleasant surprise for Jenny, and—hallo ! what's that! A ring at the bellP'

Flinging his cigar into the unused grate, John Smith shuffled along to the door in his slippers. • O—a telegram ! Now I wonder who should telegruph to me 1' ' Well,' said, the shivering and rain drenched messenger,' p'raps you'd better open it and see. Anyway, I've no call to hang round here no longer.'

And off he went, while Mr. Smith car ried his buff envelope back to the parlour light, and somewhat nervously tore it open.

CoWDBEY, August—,—. To John Smith: Railroad accident. Your wife is killed, and your child dan gerously hurt. Come by the next train. Jared Meredith, M.D.

Again and again Mr. Smith's bewil dered eyes roved over the contents of this appalling missive before he could fully comprehend its deadly meaning. * Dead 'Killed:!* he muttered to him .... ■■ \- -m . , : ,i ••■ *

self. 'My Jenny killed by a railroad accident?'

And then, catching a railway guide from the book-shelf, he whirled over its ieaves with a trembling hand. The next train did not leave the t jrminus under an hour and a half. An hour and a half < To him the time seemed almost like eternity. How could he endure this awful agony of soul for an hour and a half?

' Perhaps they are incorrect,' he mut tered to himself, wiping the beads of cold sweat from his brow. ' People can't al ways judge exactly in such a moment of dismay. Perhaps she is only badly hurt, and I can nurse her through it after all. My Jenny! my loving, patient, sweet-eyed wife !' A strong sob rose up into his throat, as if it would strangle him. ■ No, no, she is killed !' he gasped as his eye fell once more on the telegram. ' Dead ! And I can never speak to her again, or tell her what a cruel, exacting brute I have been ! God knows I didn't mean it, and now it is too late to make amends. Why didn't the children go too? How can I bring them up without Jenny?' His head drooped low in his quivering hands ; a low spasmodic groan burst from his pale lips. An hour and a half before he could go to Jenny; half an hour, then, before he could look upon her dead face ! For Cowdrey was an insignificant way-side station, some eight or ten miles up the road.

'If I could only live my life over again !' he cried aloud to the bare walls, while tight in his arms he clasped Jenny's little work-basket, with its strip of un finished hemming —all that was left to him of the fair, departed presence 'If I could only speak to her just once, and ask her forgiveness for a thousand things. But now it is too late —too late, and—'

He stopped abruptly. The sound of a hack driving hastily up to the door, the reiterated jerk of the bell-wire roused him once more into reluctant action.

' John ! dear John !' ' Jenny ! my wife !'

He stood, pale and stupefied, staring at her as if she were actually a ghost returned from the regions of space and unreality. ' There has been a terrible railroad accident!' said Jenny, her voice faltering, as she laid the baby down on a sofa, and took little Johnnie lovingly on her lap—' a few miles beyond Cowdrey. Three or four people were killed, but, thank God, we escaped unhurt ? Of course, I took the first train back that I could, for I knew you would hear of it and be uneasy. And only think, dear, there was a poor mother killed, with her little babe in her arms, and her name was the same as mine—' Mrs. John Smith.' He pointed one trembling finger to the telegram, which lay open on the table. < Mrs. Smith read it which dilated eyes and pale face. ' Oh ? my love, what a fright you have had !' she exclaimed. ' And only to reflcet, it might have been me.' * But it is not. Oh! thank Heaven, my own darling wife, it is not!' gasped the husband, holding his recovered trea sure close to his heart. ' And I have yet time to live my life over again !' And from that hour, John Smith was a changed man. To Jenny it seemed almost like a millenium ; but Mrs. Georgiana Trotter turned up her nose and said : ' John Smith must be in his dotage, spending all his time and money in carriages to the park, extra help, and fine clothes for that pale-faced wife of his. John Smith always was a fool.'—' New York Ledger.'

The Hackman in Court.

'Your name is-is—what?' asked the court

' Davey, sir—George Davey.' 1 .And you work at—what?' ' Drive hack.'

1 Ah—ha !' smiled his Honor, acquir ing sudden interest; ' this is worth twenty dollars to me You are one of those men who stand on the edge of the walk at the depots and shout 'Bax!'at people?' (I have to git passengers, sir.' ' Don't eass me back, Mr. Davey. 1 know all about you! Only the other day, as I returned from a May-day party in the country, there were one million five hundred and sixty-five thousand three hundred and ninety, two of you on the curbstone,?and every one of you yelled ' Hax!' at me. One seized my satchel, another grabbed at my coat, and another pulled me back ward by the coat-tails. I believe you are that man!'

' Indeed sir, I haint.'

' Well, its barely possible that I am mistaken; but here's a charge that you were lying on the walk, drunk.' 'I wasn't, sir; I was sitting up alongside a house.' 'That's too fine a point to argue. Were you drunk ?'

'Only sprung, sir; only a little sprung.' ' That's just as bad in the sight of the law, and I ought to fine you $700 ' ' Grashus! but I could never pay that!'

'No; my object would be to keep you in prison all your days.' ' Oh, let up on a feller,' pleaded the prisoner. ' This is the first time, and it shall be the last. I've a large family, sir, and they need my wages to get their bread.'

His Honour took a long time to think, and then replied: ' It's wrong to let you off. The citi zens will condemn me, and the news papers will blow at me, but I believe I'll give you a show. You may go, but I shall keep watch of you. You must mend your ways right off. In stead of yelling 'Hax!' at a man, do you smile and softly whisper: 'Sir, can I have the pleasure of conveying you to some designated point?' Promise me this.'

The prisoner promised, and was allowed to disappear limping sadly with a sore heel.— Detroit Pree Press

The saying, ' Excuse haste and a bad pen,' has been attributed to a pig who rau away from home.

An Irish Belle's Stratagem.

During a recent debate in the British House of Commons on the Irish Home-rule bill, Major O'Qorman related an incident to show that the reports of lawlessness in his country were without foundation. . ' A gentle man living in the county -of West meath,' Major O'Grorman said, ' and very fond of field sports, had a daugh ter who was very anxious not to live in the country. She found the coun try very stupid and dull, and repeat edly asked her father to remove to Dublin, where he had a house. He refused to do so, as he was very fond of his field sports and was much beloved by his neighbors. Soon after ward he received a threatening letter. A few days later he received another, but he thought little of either. Some days afterward there came another and not only that, but one in which his coffin was delineated. He then became alarmed, and sent for the stipendiary magistrate, the county drynurse. He attended at the gentle man's house, saw the letters, and placed himself in communication with that sink of iniquity, Dublin castle. Scores of detectives were sent down to the district, and domiciliary visits were paid to the houses of the poor people, who were most roughly treated by the stipendiary and his myrmidons. But nothing could be detected. Still these letters came pouring in. Nobody knew anything about them, however and the gentleman became seriously alarmed. He gave up his establish ment in the country and removed into Lublin. Bis daughter was a very beautiful girl—just such a girl as could only be produced in his own Green Isle —a girl all blood, bone and beauty, and plenty of it. She was universally admired and had not been long in Dublin before proposals of marriage were made to her by a man who was fit for her. Ihe wedding came off, and after the breakfast, when the young lady came down to take her departure, she threw her arms round her father's neck and said to him, ' Go down to the country, father; nobody will touch a hair of your head. You are beloved by everybody around you Nobody wrote those letters but one person, and that was I. I found the country dull and wanted to go to Dublin, and, as it was fashionable, 1 thought I would adopt the ribbon scheme, and it completely succeeded. '

Man Hunt on the Chilhowee.

On the Cliilhowee a man with strong personal peculiarities, or, if you will, idiosyncracies has no more chance than a mad dog. John Barton Horan, who said he was a Canadian, went from Richmond, Va., to Atlanta, Ga., to get a job of carpentering. Ihere was no work for him in town, and he resolved to foot it back to Richmond. He begged a plug of tobacco to subsist on during the journey, and was about to start, when a man took pity on him and gave him a job. He proved him self to be an excellent carpenter and a fast workman, but he conceived an idea thai the other men were trying to poison him. So he quit work and started on his tramp. He proposed to pass the Chilhowee mountains by the Hiwassee gap. He was seen washing his clothes in the Hiwassee river Two men who had not been trained in the art of minding their own business accosted him, and Horan resented their meddling with his concerns and nterrupting his washing. He had with him a hatchet and threatened to make buzzard's meat of thtm if they did not go away and let him alone. He drove them off with the hatchet, aud they alarmed the country round with the report that there was a mad man in the Chilhowee mountains wash ing his clothes in the Hiwassee. The people armed themselves with rifles and shotguns and pistols and knives and went hunting for a lunatic. '1 he citizens' brigade found Horan asleep high on a precipice by the side of the river under a shelving rock. They woke him by hallooing, and at a dis tance demanded his surrender. He brandished his hatchet and refused to comply, stating that he had done no crime to be arrested for, and would not submit. That remark was sane and sensible enough, but the dignity of the hunting rabble was now insulted. Three of them fired on the poor fellow. The balls took deadly effect, passing through his breast and abdomen. The hatchet fell from his nerveless grasp, and he was surrounded by his hunters He took a prayer-book from his pocket and desired one of his murderers to read from it. And the murderer read while John Barton Horan's soul was passing ont of his body on the heights of Chilhowee. Before dying he stated that he had a wife in IS ew York, and d«sired tba&she be informed ofjbowhe had been butchered while resting, tired and footsore, on the banks of the Hi wassee. The people buried him in the gap and returned in peace to their homes- A more exciting hunt never occurred in that part of the country. It was better than any wild-cat or mad-dog chase that could be started. It is not likely there will be any legal investigation of the bloody and most barbarous affair.

A female justice of the peace in Wyoming had to stop to pin up her hair while solemnly sentencing a prisoner to three months in jail.

What kind of robbery is not dangerous ? A safe robb&ry, of course.

Before and After Marriage.

A rinxosorHEß writes : ' The girl is generally educated on novels, and her first disappoint ment comes in on the quiet indifference of the husband after the honeymoon. ' You lovd m3 no longer,' said a bride of a few months te her better-haf in his gown and slippers. 'Why do you say that, Puss?' he asked quietly removing a cigar from his lips. ' You do not caress me nor call me pet names ; you no longer seek so anxiously for my company,' was the teaiful answer. 'My dear,' contin ued the aggravating wretch, ' did you ever notice a man running after a car? How ho does run—over stones, through mud, regardless of everything till ho reaches the car and he seizes hold and swings on. Then he quietly seats himself and reads his paper.' An illus tration, my dear. The car is as important to the man after he gets in as when he is chasing it, but the manifestation is no longer called for. I would have shot any one who put himself in my way when in pursuit of you as I would now shoot any one who would come between us, hut as a proof of my love, you insist upon my running after the car. Learn to smok°, my dear, and be a philosopher. The two combined clear the brain, quiet the nerves, open the pores, and improve the diges tion.'

Doing an H'american.

Once a Week k)S: J n America relates: ' Four years ago, I came over from New York to superintend the English business of the firm to which I belong. As my residence was likely to be a long one"', I looked out for a house within a convenient distance of London ; for I am a family man, aud I like my children to have a run of the fields when I can manage it. I hate to see them dressed up fine, and what's one of those squares to play in ? Well, I got just the thing to suit me —nice garden, farms all around; half an hour's iailway ride from my office. The rent was stiff for a yearly moderation, which was so so—two hundred for a yearly tenancy, one hundred and fifty if I took a seven year lease. I reckoned that I should want it for a good ten years; and so I decided for the lease, especially as the agent told me I should be ,sure to underlet it if I wanted to. When I got to know my neighbours and com pared notes, I found that I was paying at a much higher rate tl an any of them were. However that did not vex me so long as- I could live there. But after two years certain changes took place which made it necessary that 1 should go to live at Liverpool. So I had to move again, and tried to underlet my house. I could not do it for some time, because I stood out for the rent I paid myself; but at last 1 grew tired of the dead loss, and told the agent to get the best he could. So he let the place for ninety, and that has been going on for four years, so that the lease is nearly up. But I never knew till last year who my tenant was. Who do you think ?' ' I cannot guess.' "' Why, my landlord. I have been paying the cuss sixty pounds a year for living in his own house all this time. It's a fact.'

The Honest Little Boy.

The story of a Cincinnati newsboy who found a pocket-book containing 3100, and returned it to tho owner with contents intact, reached this city in good season, and was productive of a considerable sensation among the street Arabs. One small boy was so affected by it, that he straightway determined to see that Cincinnati boy, and go him seventeen or eighteen better. He took another small boy into his confidence, and yesterday afternoon the test of probity of character was carried into effect in Park Eow. Boy No. 2 dropped a <yell padded pocket-book which boy No. 1, following c-.ose behind, picked up. Then, with a look on his face that would have done honor to Benjamin Franklin, the honest little fellow walked up to an old gentleman who was passing by, extended the pocket-book, and with trembling voice exclaimed: 'Take it, sir. It is yours. Tou dropped it just now. My mother and seven little brothers are starving, but I cannot keep it, sir, for it don't belong to me.' The old gentleman looked at the boy, then pulled out his spectacles and adjusted them for a better sight. He could not sufficiently admire the wan yisage of tl at little street wanderer, illumined as it was with a glow of goodness and honesty. He patted the boy on the head, and pulling a five-dollar bill from his vest pocket, handed it to him, saying: ' Boy, you, will grow to be a great man. Take this money for your starving family, and always remember that' honesty is the best policy.' I hen the old gentleman skurried into the nearest lager beer saloon and opened his pocket-book. Then he began to dance around and call heaven and earth to witness that if ever he encountered that boy again he would flay him alive. And he continued to orate until a policeman was called in to arrest him as a lunatic, and the only excuse he could offer for his conduct was that a small boy had robbed him of five dollars by giving him a pocket-book stuffed with old paper.

A Chicago Ditty.— The following is a verse that, repeated as many times as desired, constitutes a popular song in the sooial gather ings of Chicago: There is old Sam Simmons And young Sam Simmons Old Sam Simmon'B son ! And young Sam Bimmons Will be Sam Simmons, When old Sam Simmons is done!

The Dead Letter.

BY JOHN G. SAKE,

And can it be ? Ah yes I see, 'Tis thirty years and better Since Mary Morgan sent to me This musty, musky letter. A pretty hand (she couldn t spell), As any man must vote it; And 'twas as I remember well, A pretty hand that wrote it! How calmly now I view it all, As memory backward ranges— The talks, the walks, that I recal, And then—the postal changes ! How well I loved her I can guess (Since cadi ia Cupiii's hostage) — Just one anl-sixpe ice—nothing less — This letter cost in postage ! That love that wrote at such a rate (By Jove it was a steep one!) Five hundred notes (I calculate) Was certainly a deep one ; And yet it died —of slow decline — Perhaps suspicion chilled it; I've quite forgotten if 'iwas mine Or Mary's fiirtiog killed it. At last the fatal message came : ' My letters—please return them ; And yours—of course you wish the same — I'll send them buck or burn them.' Two precious fools, I must allow, Whichever was tho greater ; I wonder if I'm wiser now, Some seven lusters later ? And this alone remained ! Ah, well! These words of warm affjetion, Tho faded ink, the pungent smell, Are food for deep reflection. They tell of how the heart contrives To change with fancy's fashion, And how a drop of musk survives The strongest human passion !

Farming Matters.

CULTURE OF POTATOES

Having raised this vegetable on both prairie and timber soil, my experience proves that new timber soil is much the best adapted to growing potatoes. Forest leaves and leaf mold are the very best fertilizers for potatoes. Farmers residing near the timber can easily gather forest leaves and mike a c>mpost which would be very valuable. The manure of stock -yards should be scraped up with a scraper into roundor long heaps, mixing in at the same time a few tons of loaves and leaf mold, leav ing a depression on the top of the pile, into which may be emptied all the wash water and slops of the house; also occasionally adding wood ashes, lime and salt. Gentle rains, sufficient to dissolve the compound, would be of service to assist fermentation and prepare the vegetable matter to absorb the ammonia. Do not allow ifc to get too wet, so as to suffer Io3S by leaching. As a substitute for forest leaves, our prairie farmers can use straw and refuse hay, of which they have an abuu dance. Running it through the hay cutter would better prepare it for the compost. It is an excellent plan when early crops are grown to harvest them as soon as possible for the early market, and sow the ground im mediately (without ploughing) to buckwheat, n.illet, or oats, and plow it under just before

eeziog. This will leave the soil light and porous, and if good, productive varieties are planted and cared for, large crops may be expected. The ground being in good con dition, mark check rows for hills 3x3 or 3x2 feet. If for drills mark 3 fact, and plant one eye 10 to 20 inches apart, according to variety. Those of dwarf-tops will do quite as well to be nearer together.

Select tuber.-', largo to medium size, cut one eye in a piece, commencing at the butt, and turn the tuber as you would in sharpening a pencil, leaving the centre portion for the top eyes. I prefer pUnting in checks a3 above de scribed. If the seed is a new variety and you wish to make the most of if, then plant one eyo in checks 3x3 feet. If you wish to make the moit of your ground, plant two or three eyes iv the wide checks for large spread ing tops like the Compton Surprise, while those of a medium or dwarf tops, should be planted in 3x2 foot checks. The ground being prepared, plant as described, and cover about four inches deep with a ridging plough, leaving tho soil as light as possible. Just as the plants are coming up pass a seeding bush crosswise of the ridges. This will sweep off the small weeds and lumps; by the next morning you will see splendid rows of pota toes, clean and nice. If you are in a buggy country, prepare for them by using Paris green and plaster. The benefit the plaster will be to the crop will pay for putting on. Buy tbe pure Paris green, and it will require but little, well mixed with the plaster, to ' fix 'em.' Plough first time crosswise fif the ridgeß, after which cultivate the other way just as soon as tbey are high enough to receive dirt enough to cover the weeds. About twice go ing through with tho hilling plough will be suf ficient. The last time ploughing should he just before the potatoes set. Should weeds appear in the hill, pull them out. In this way I raise large crops wi hont hoeing. Beep the bugs off and you are all right.— George White, in Western Farm Journal.

FEEDING HOGS.

An lowa farmer reports an experiment in feeding twenty hogs, about one year old. They were fed twenty-eight days on dry-shelled corn, consuming eighty-threa bushels and gaining 837 pounds in weight, an average gain over of 10 pounds to each bushel of corn, which \ was thus made to return a value of 50.4 cents. They were afterward fed four teen days on meal, ground fine and fed dry (a full supply of water being furnished), and consumed 47 bushels, gaining 553 pounds in weight, or 11 £ pounds to each bushel fed, the corn returning a value of 58f cents per bushel. Afterward they were fed fourteen days on 55J bushels of meal mixed with cold water, and made a gain of 731 pounds, or 13 1-6 pounds to each bushel of meal, the corn returning 65 5-6 cents per bushel. They were then fed fourteen days on 46£ bubhela of meal cooked, with a gain of 696 pounds in weight, ■>r very nearly 15 pounds for each bushel of meal.the corn returning 74.8 cents per bu shei. Experiments mada at the farm of the Maine Agricultural College in feeding four "for Pigs with whole corn and with raw cornu*ea showed that the feeding value of the latter was 19.4 per cent greater than that of the former. From January Isth to April 18th, a trial was made with raw cornmeal fed cold, and with cornmeal Boalded and fed blood-warm. The feeding value of the raw meal was found to be 4.7 per cent greater than that of the scalded meal fed warm. During two months, trial was also made in comparing the feeding value of barleymeal with that of cornmeal; the value of the latter was found to be 17.6 per cent greater than that of the former. During the month end ing May 19tb, raw meal was found to possess a feeding value nearly 50 per cent greater than that of the fermented meal.

VETERINARY.

Periostitis.—A correspondent of the Turf Field and Farm writes: I have a valuable young mare that is chest-foundered, and she is very sore in the fetlock of the right fore leg.

T have blistered it severely with fly blister. Can you advise me what to do? The blister has helped her some. She is in good health and oats well. Answer.— Your animal is TuL ng from periostitis of the fetlock joint It has been caused by exposure and neglect Periostitis is inflation of periosteum, which is a fibrous membrane investing the bones of the fetlock joint as well as every other bone of the animal sVucture. ..This membran necessary to their nutrition and regenerates osseoua substance which has been removed or destroyed through sympathetic »£»»«»» accompanying the founder.. Treatment. Bathe the joint and its surroundings with warm linseed oil and tincture of opu several times a day antil relief is given to the animal. Asoaeis ob Needle WoBM.-Another cor respondent writes i I have a colt four years old While loose in his box he bites his tail and then his flank until it is Very sore. At times while he is biting he kicks and plunges about, and seems to be in great pain, pants and becomes perfectly wet with perspiration. He at times passes large quantities of worms about H inches in length, with bluish |heads Otherwise his appetite is good, he drives without fatigue, and has no appearance ot disease externally. Answer. —Your colt is afllicted with ascaris, or needle-worm, which nhabits the large intestines. They descend by hundreds at times into the rectum, and im mense quantities of them have beeu found in the caelum. They are a serious nuisance, and cause a very troublesome irritation about tho fundament, which at times greatly annoys tie animal. For treatment give the following drench once a week until your animal is lelieved: Tartar-emetic one drachm, ginger powdered two drachma, linseed oil ten ounces. Also inject into the rectum once a day linseed oil four ounces, powdered cape aloes two drachms, warm water two quarts. This will be found to be an effectual remedy.

Maxg-R in Dog.— A correspondent writes from Boston : I have a Newfoundland dog that has suffered from mange. Will you kindly inform me what is the best remedy for the disease? Ansiver.— n very trouble some cases we have found the following dressing to be v ry effective : Green oxide of mercury, one drachm ; lard, one ounce; mix thoroughly, and apply very sparingly. Eepeat in ten days if necessary.

A Warning to Fatherly Tutors.

A certain Oregon Professor was a very fithorly sort of a man, particularly toward his young lady pupils. When a young lady would ask a question, he would place his hand lovingly on her head, as though she were a little child, and make considerably more fuss than was uecessary. Of course the girls got tired of this, and conspired to break him of his fatherly proclivities. One of them hit upon a plan. She fixed up a nice little pin cushion, had the pins inserted so that they would stand on their heads, points upward, and then adjusted the infernal machine on the top of her head, covering it with just enough of her hair to hide it from view. This done, she left her seat during the session, walked demurely up to tbe Professor's desk, stood a moment in his august presence, and then in a meek and plaintive tone of voice she asked him for information as to whether Washington crossed the Delaware on the ice or on horseback, when he left Trenton. He raised hia hand over her head and soothingly said : ' Why my dear little child ' We'll to have end his sentence here for tho balance of the exclamation was a sort of a half howl, half whoop, which we can neither Wiite nor print. Just as he said ' child,' he lowered his hand caressingly but forcibl upon the crown ot the girl's head, and the whole sur face of his extended palm felt the tickling and exhilarating influence of a couple of dozen of pin points.— Salem Statesman.

SUPPLEMENT TO THE AUCKANJ) EVENING STAB

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