Bemidji Daily Pioneer Newspaper, April 10, 1911, Page 7

The Story of a Famous Hymn. The famous hymn beginning *“God meves in a mysterious way,” known as *Cowper’s Hymn,” had its ori- gin as follows: Cowper was all his life the victim of melancholia and more than once attempted suicide. One day, bent upon destroying himself, he got into a cab and ordered the driver to take him to a certain point on the river where he intended to drewn himself. The cabman, noticing his strange appearance and feeling that all might not be right with him, dreve him about the city and finally stopped in front of the poet’s door. Stepping out and recognizing the old familfar surroundings and shocked at the thought of his narrow escape, Cowper exclaimed, “God moves in a mysterious way his wonders to per- form,” and, rushing in, immediately composed the immortal hymn. The Man With a Cold. The sympathy given to the man with 2 hard cold is purely perfunctory. ‘We know, or at least we think we know, that he will not die. ¥We know that he is thoroughly wretched, ye! we are equally certain that in three days or so he will be coming upstairs two at a time.. This does not comfort him, though he may know it himself He therefore feels himself an outcast. a pariah. He is cut off from the ordinary human relations. If he so much as kisses his wife or child he is a blackguard, mentally self convict- ed of it. Nobody loves him, and he may go out into the kitchen and drink cough sirup.—Boston Transcript. The Tough Chicken. There are several ways of transform- ing a venerable fow! into a respectable family piece de resistance. In fact, by the following method such fowls have been made as tender as spring chick- ens: Let the bird, after drawing, sea- soning and stuffing, simmer until over half done. Then place it in the oven with a piece of pork laid over its breast. Pour the liquor over and around the roast in the pan. Finish the cooking in a very hot oven, bast- ing' frequently with the drippings. When ready to serve skim off any su- perfluous fat that may be in the pan before preparing the gravy. 'The pork prevents the fowl fromn becoming dry, and if a small onion is also ‘added it will have a more savory flavor. 'T'he simmering lessens its toughness. In fact, slow simmering is just the thing for any tough meat, but it should sim- mer, not boil. Boiling will toughen the tenderest of meat. A Death Lure. According to tradition, Kenith. the legendary king of Scotland. was al- lured to his death in a most novel man- ner. Kenith had slain a son and broth- er of Fennella, who to be avenged or- dered Wiltus, a famous silversmith, to construct a death dealing statue of sil- ver. In its right hand the statue held a basin and in the left hand an apple of pure gold. both set with diamonds and other precious stones. To touch the apple was. to defy death, it being 80 arranged that any one guilty of such vandalism would be immediately riddled by poisoned arrows shot from 4openingfi in the body of the statue. Kenith was invited to inspect the won- der, and, as Fennella had hoped, he tried to pluck the precious imitation fruit. When his hand touched the ap- Dle he was wounded by the arrows and died where he fell. “The Mine's Blown Up.” 1 was sitting on the edge of my bed, loosening the heel of one of my rubber boots with the toe of the other, when suddenly through the stillness of the sleeping town, from the power house half a mile away, came a low and ris- Ing note, the great siren whistle in the power house. Almost fascinated, 1 listened as the great note rose higher and more shrill and died away again. One blgst meant a fire in the town, two blasts fire in the bulldings at the mine and three blasts, the most terrible of all, a disaster or trouble in the mine. Once more, after an interminable pause, the sound came again and once more rose and died away. I did not move, but there was a sudden cold- ness that came over me as once more, ‘for the third time, the deep note broko out on the quiet air. Almost instan- taneously the loud jingle of my tele- phone brought me to my feet. I:took down the receiver. “The mine’s blown up,” said a woman's voice.—Atlantic, How Gold Plate Is Made. Talking o1 silver gilt plate, it is often spoken of as gold plate. One hears of the gold service at Windsor castle, of the gold plate owned by sov- ereigns of Europe and by other per- sons in this country as well as abroad. As a matter of fact, these so called gold services are silver gilt, and only a few pieces of pure gold are owned by the English crown or any other crown. It may interest our readers to learn how this fire, mercurial or water gilding—for it is known by all of these three names—is done. Pure gold and mercury are mixed into a paste. The silver article to be gilded has been chemically cleaned, is rubbed all over with this paste, which has been placed in a silk bag., jdst as the blue used in washing is put in a bag. When the piece of plate has been rubbed over it is perfectly white. It is then put nto an oven, and gradually the mer- cury goes off in fumes, leaving on the article a deposit of pure gold, which has practically become one with the Dpiece of silver and will last for centwv- ries.—London Cor. New York Post. His Suggestion. The great road builder had his mind on his work that morning, as the fol- lowing dialogue between him and his wife will show: “How do I look, dear?” “Fairly well. but I should say that your fice needed resurfacing.”—New York Press. L2 The Only Kind. Ella—Did you get a plain view of Miss Luglie? Emma—Certainly. That was the only kind I could get.—Ex- change.