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Show AN AID TO MILKING. ITle CWlleglan'a Advice to Rts Father Wfcick Resulted Disastrously. A college student in one of our west-ini west-ini states returned Lome after his course was finished to find that his father, slergyman with a small salary, w eking out his living by running a sm farm. One of the adjuncts of the fanii was a cow, a pretty good animal, which however, had a strong aversion to being milked Here was an opportunity for a display of ho lately acquired knowledge of the juvenile collegian. "Father," said he, "Professor Q. says if one will place a weight upon a cow'a back it will make her give down th& milk." The reverend gentleman, favorably impressed with this information that his son had learned from Professor G., decided to try the simple remedy. Instead, In-stead, however, of placing a weight upon the cow's back, the clergyman placed himself upon it. But then he answered the purpose. The cow, however, how-ever, was still obstinate. "Tio my Jcgs under the cow, " said the father to his son. The son did so But the cow, unused to such unusual and arbitrary proceedings, proceed-ings, manifested her displeasures by rearing and plunging, entirely unmindful unmind-ful of the dignity of the personage astride her spinal column. It was getting get-ting altogether too interesting for the two bipeds concerned in the transaction, transac-tion, "Cut the rope, cut the rope!" shouted shout-ed Mr. V. to his dutiful sou, meaning th rope by which ha was attached to the cow. But the son, being somewhat excited, cut the rope by which the cow was fastened fas-tened to the stanchion. At once availing avail-ing herself of the liberty thus offerrd, the cow took an unceremonious exit from the stable, and down through the street she went. The minister accompanied accom-panied the cow, but in a manner not exactly ex-actly befitting the dignity of Lis profession. profes-sion. As it happened, one of the sisters of the congregation was on the street a the race was in progress. Surprised at finch a sight, the good sister cried out, "Why, Brother V., where are you going?" go-ing?" His sense of the ludicrous coming to his aid, Brother V. 6houted back: "The Lord and the cow only know. I don't!" The clergyman was eventually rescued from hi3 awkward perch and never at-tenanted at-tenanted thr feat aaain. Voice. Tho Glory of Trees. The national pride of America in its giant trees is well founded. If the giants of our own woods appeal to us as an embodiment of magnificence, what must be the impression created by this hall of columns, in which each equals in height the spire of a cathedral and has 6tood through ages of whose duration dura-tion the years of the oak are an inconsiderable incon-siderable fraction? These California giants lack one element of impressive-ness. impressive-ness. They have no associations other than those which their size conjures up. Human fancy has never played with their mighty forms. So far as is known no human eyes have watched tho ages of their growth. They have no place in the story of nations. They have built no temples and furnished no navies. They have no place in story. They were found alone in the wilderness, as the Siberian fur hunter found the ice cased mammoth, in a world of their own. To fcha mind of the ednnate west tho groves of the cedars of Lebanon would appeal more strongly than the groves of the Sierra Nevada. The bulk of the one could not outweigh the associations of the other. But to the primitive notions no-tions of eastern peoples the giant tree makes a direct appeal not only for respect, re-spect, buS for worship. Whatever departs de-parts from the ordinary course of nature na-ture strikes them as the immediate work of God and one which necessarily preserves pre-serves something of the divine. Lon don Spectator. |
