ners os far apart as you can, stretch them out 
higher than your head, and, running bodly to 
the person, make a motion of clasping iu the 
arms, most about the shoulders. This instantly 
smothers the fire and saves the face. The next 
instant throw the unfortnuate person on the 
floor. This is an additional safety to the face 
and breath, and any remnant of flame can be put 
out. more leisurely. The next instant, immerse 
the burnt part in cold water, and all pa'tn will 
cease with the rapidity ®f lightning. Next, get 
common flour, remove from the water, and 
cover the burnt parts with an inch thickness of 
flour, if possible; put the patient to bed, and 
do all that Is possible to soothe until the physi¬ 
cian arrives. Let the flour remain until it falls 
off itself, when a beautiful new’ skin will be 
found. Unless the burns are deep, no other 
application is needed. The dry flour for bums 
is the most admirable remedy ever proposed, 
and the information ought to be imparted to all. 
The priueiple of its action is that, like the wa¬ 
ter, it causes instant aud perfect relief from pain, 
by totally excluding the air from the injured 
parts. Spanish whiting and cold water, of a 
mnshy consistency, are preferred by some. 
Dredge on the flour until no more, will stick, and 
cover with cotton batting .—Scientific American. 
cency required that the will should not be 
opened till after the funeral. They even threat¬ 
ened legal proceeding 3 if the will should not be 
instantly produced, and at length, to avoid pub¬ 
lic scandal, the executors consented to have it 
read. These affectionate relatives being assem¬ 
bled in a parlor of the house in which the hody 
of their benefactor lay, the will was taken from 
the iron safe by one of the executors. 
“When he had opened it and was about to 
begin to read, he chanced to look over the top of 
the document at the company seated before him. 
No artist that ever held a brush could depict the 
passion of curiosity, the frenzy of expectation, 
expressed in that group of pallid faces. Every 
individual among them expected to leave the 
apartment the conscious possessor of millions; 
for no one had dreamed of the probability of his 
leaving the bulk of hi- estate to the public. If 
they had ever heard of his saying that no one 
should be a gentleman upon his money, they 
had forgotten or disbelieved it. The opening 
paragraphs of the will all tended to confirm 
their hopes, since the bequests to existing insti¬ 
tutions were of small amount. But the reader 
soon reached the part of the will which as¬ 
signed to ladies and gentlemen present such 
trifling sums as five thousand dollars, ten thou¬ 
sand, twenty thousand; and he arrived ere long 
at the sections which disposed of millions for 
the benefit of great cities and poor children. 
Some of them made not the slightest attempt to 
conceal their disappointment aud disgust. Men 
were there who had married tvith a view to share 
the wealth of Girard, aud had been waiting for 
years for his death. Women were there who 
bad looked to that eveut as the beginning of 
their enjoyment of life. The imagination of the 
reader must supply the details of a scene which 
we might thiuk dishonored human nature, if we 
could believe that human nature was meant to 
be subjected to such a strain.’’ 
NURSERY RHYMES FOR THE TIMES 
OBSEQUIES OF MR. LINCOLN THROUGH 
OUT THE STATE. 
On Thursday, May 4th, the mortal remains of 
our lamented Chief-Magistrate wore committed 
to their final resting place at Springfield, Illi¬ 
nois. Wherever the funeral cortege rested, in 
its long journey from the National Capital to its 
destination in the West, its appearance called 
forth the most universal manifestations of re¬ 
spect for the memory of the deceased, and sor¬ 
row and indignation for his untimely death. All 
classes vied with each other' in paying to the re¬ 
mains the lost, sad funeral honors. The proces¬ 
sion of Tuesday, the week previous, iu New 
York city, was the largest aud most imposing 
ever known in this country. At its head was 
the funeral car, a magnificent device, drawn by 
sixteen gray horses aud preceded by Gen. Dix 
and staff. The venerable Gen. Scott, Generals 
Burnside, Hunter, and many other high of¬ 
ficers, civil and military, accompanied the pro¬ 
cession, which was four miles long, twelve 
abreast, and numbered sixty thousand persons. 
The cofHn bad lain in state the previous Monday 
night and Tuesday morning, in the Governor’s 
Room at the City Hall, and had been visited by 
over 120,000 people. 
We propose, within the limits of this article, 
merely to give our readers some idea of the hon¬ 
ors which, iu our State, were paid to the dead, 
and to illustrate the feeling of deep and solemn 
awe which prevails all over our laud, wherever 
the news of the atrocious assassination of out; 
beloved President has reached. We quote from 
the New York World, some account of the 
Scene* nt the Bier. 
The people who came to view the body, passed 
the coffin at the rate of from forty to fifty per 
minute, 
The Warriors. 
Beau and Lee 
Went out, you see, 
To do a little slaughter; 
Beau fell down 
And broke his crown, 
And Lee came tumbling after! 
The Consultation. 
Goosey, goosey, gander, 
Where shall I wander? 
Said the rebel President 
To his great Commander. 
Gooeey, goosey, gander. 
It's time-to meander; 
Out of here you'df better steer, 
Said the great Commander! 
Flight of Jr-f Davis 
There was a man in Richmond-town, 
And Yankees came to nab him; 
He ciomb up bi the chimney-top 
And saw they meant to grab him. 
So he got down on ’tother side, 
And then they couldn’t find him; 
He rode as fast as he could ride, 
And never looked behind him t 
The Arch-Traitor. f 
Jeff was a cunning dog, 
Jeff was a thief; 
Of all the rogues in rebeldom 
Jeff was the chief; 
But Weitzei went to Richmond, 
And then Jeff tied; 
If the Yankees catch him, 
They'll chop off his head! 
Song of the Citizens. 
We are all in the dumps. 
For Yankees are trumps, 
And Chivalry's gone to the wall; 
Jeff Davis is hit. 
And Lee's in a fit, 
And that is the end of us all 1 
Fail of the Confederacy. 
Trumpery-Dumpty sat on a wall, 
Trumpery-Dumpty had a great fall; 
Ail Jeff’s horses and ail Jeff's men 
Can’t put the trumpery together again! 
Summary. 
Confedery-Grundy 
Was horn on Monday, 
Christened on Tuesday, 
Sickened on Wednesday, 
Very iLl on Thursday, 
Worse on Friday, 
Died on Saturday, 
Buried on Sunday, 
And that is the end 
Of Confedery-Grundy t 
was borne to its temporary’ repository, consti¬ 
tuted the most impressive scene of all. 
The Funeral Train at Rochester. 
The city of Rochester had already duly com¬ 
memorated the sad event of the death of Mr. 
Lincoln, but when the funeral train reached thi3 
city, on Thursday, at 3 o’clock, A. M., it was 
greeted by the solemn booming of cannon, 
mournful strains of martial music, and a suit¬ 
able military display. It bad been well under¬ 
stood by our citizens that the funeral train would 
remain here but a few miuntes, but nevertheless 
thousands crowded within and around the depot, 
and the streets near by, anxious to catch even a 
glimpse of the car that contained the lamented 
remains. There was no opportunity to view 
the body. The Mayor, the Common Council 
and other iuvited guests accompanied the re¬ 
mains to Buffalo, and took part there in the cer¬ 
emonies of the. following day. 
WATT, THE INVENTOR OF THE STEAM 
ENGINE. 
A young man, wanting to sell spectacles in 
London, petitions the corporation to allow him 
to open a little shop without paying the fees of 
freedom, and he Is refused. He goes to Glasgow 
and the corporation refuse him there. He 
makes the acquaintance of some members of 
the University who find him intelligent, and 
who permit him to open his shop within their 
walls. He does not sell spectacles and magic 
lanterns enough to occupy all his time; he occu¬ 
pies himself at intervals in taking assunder and 
g all the machines he can come at. 
remodelin. 
He finds there are books on mechanics written in 
foreign languages. He borrows a dictionary, 
and learns those languages to read these books. 
The University people wonder at him. and they 
are fond of dropping into his little room in the 
evenings, to tell him what they are doing, and 
to look a r . the queer instruments he constructs. 
A machine in the University (collection wants 
repairing, and he is employed. He makes it a 
new machine. The steam-engine is constructed, 
and the giant mind of -James Watt stands out 
before the world the herald of a new force of 
civilization. Was Watt educated? Where was 
he educated ? At his own workshop, and in the 
best rnauner. Watt learned (Latin when he 
wanted it for his business. He learned French 
and German; but these things were tools, not 
ends. He used them to promote his engineering 
plans, as he used lathes and levers. — Fincher's 
Trades' Review. 
As they came up the stairs, their eyes 
took in the catafalco; as they stepped upon the 
platform at the head ot the stairs, they saw the 
flowers that, covered the body of the coffiu; then, 
suddenly, as the one before passed on, the face 
of the dead President came full and close in 
view, startling from its sullowness to those so 
accustomed lo see the Ut'e-likc portraits preva¬ 
lent throughout the city; they took one long, 
eager gaze, still moving, for no time could be 
allowed to any to stop, and then passed down 
the stairs. There was no time for the exhibition 
of emotion, yet there was noticed in each some 
peculiar evidence of it, in some a sudden start, 
in some women a sudden biting of the lip; but 
there was grief i pon every face, and many wo¬ 
men when they went down stairs gave way to 
tears. Old women frequently put out their 
hands to touch the brow of the dead; several 
bent over as with a sudden impulse to kiss the 
pale, sunken face, and, being prevented, cried: 
“ Let me kiss him,’’ and would not pass ou, and 
being compelled nn by tin- strong, though gentle 
hands of the policemen gave way, and went 
weeping down 6talre. One woman came back 
three times to kiss the dead President, and was 
barely prevented. It was curious to see what 
classes came to obtain the last brief glance of 
one who shall be soon hidden from the sight of 
men, but who shall be remembered in history 
for all time, and whose life, and more certainly 
whose tragic death at the time when he was 
leading the people over into the promised land 
of peace, shall be a theme of which poets and 
orators shall not tire through all the future 
years. 
All Classes Visit the Remains. 
There were a dozen or more, during this 
wateh, of little girls who sweep street-crossings, 
who gazed as mournfully as auy upon the corpse. 
There were many who lifted little boys in their 
aims to look upon the face, not that now they 
could realize the significance of what they saw, 
but that in future years they might say to their 
comrades and their children, “I looked upon 
ANCIENT MUSICIANS, 
Great as the repute of the most popular musi¬ 
cal performers, whether vocal or instrumental, 
in the present day may be, and enormous as 
their remuneration may seem, the ancients were 
more profuse in their generosity to musicians 
and the factors of musical instruments. 
Plutarch, in his life of Isocrates, tells us that 
he was the son of Theodoras, a flute-maker, 
who had realized so large a fortune by his busi¬ 
ness that he was able to vie with the richest 
Athenians In keeping tip the chorus for his tribe 
at festivals and religious ceremonies. 
Ismetiias, the celebrated musician of Thebes, 
gave three talents of £->Sl os. for a flute. The 
extravagance of this performer was so great that 
Pliny Informs us he was indignant at one of his 
agents for having purchased a valuable emerald 
for him at Cyprus at too low a price, adding, 
that by ills penurious conduct be bad disgraced 
the gem. 
The vanity of artists in those days appears to 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
WOUNDS AND THEIR TREATMENT 
ONE OF GOD S BIRDS, 
You would love little May Waxren, if you 
knew her. I am sure. She is such a sweet'little 
thing, that I believe I speak the truth in ^ying 
that everybody loves her who has had the pleas¬ 
ure of looking into her bright face. 
“Please, mother, let me go to school with 
Cousin Willie this morning,” said she, one day, 
running into the room where her mother sat with 
her baby brother. “Please do, mother; I will 
be real good.” 
“ Let you go to school, dear ? ” answered her 
mother, kissing the rosy lips held up to her, “ and 
where is Willie ? ” 
“Here, anntie,” said he, coming in at the door 
with his satchel of books on his arm. his black 
eye 3 sparkling with mischief as usual, and his 
cheeks glowing like the roses that peeped in at 
the open window. 
1 • Yes, little May may go to school this morning 
if she will be very good, and Cousin Willie will 
promise to take care of her.” 
“ Oh! yon are so good,” said May throwing 
her arms around her mother’s neck, and giving 
her half-a-dozen kisses; then she danced off for 
her sun-bonnet, and soon she and Willie were 
racing down the broad graveledjpath to the 
gate. 
It was a beautiful morning. The dew-drops 
sparkled on the grass and trees bythe road-side, 
and the dandelions and buttercups in the mead¬ 
ow looked up to the blue sky with a bright smile 
on their yellow faces, as If it were a joy*to live, 
while the birds were doing their best to put 
their happiness to Music. 
Just as the children came to the bridge over 
the little brook that went dancing merrily along 
in the golden sunlight, Willie's bright eyes 
caught a gUmpst < f a robin, hoppiDg along by 
the roadside, wiu'. a bit of dried grass in his bill, 
—probably building material for his nest. 
“ Keep still, May,” whispered Willie, quickly, 
“ don’t say a word.” And he stooped to pick 
ILLUSTRATED REBUS, 
a bright scarlet color. When a vein Is injured 
the blood is darker and flows continuously. 
When wounded in the arms elevate them 
above the head; when l» the lower limbs elevate 
them higher than the hips when so situated that 
this can be done. For restoration in’severe and 
deep wounds rest and a proper position are es¬ 
sential. The wounded part should be placed in 
83?“ Answer in twojweeks. 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker, 
GEOGRAPHICAL ENIGMA. 
I am composed of 24 letters. 
My *2, i“, 16,13, 21, IS is a town in Iowa. 
My 1, 6,16, 24, 2 is a town in Tuscany. 
My 1,12,17,19,15 is a river in Belgium. 
My 23,1, 21 is a river tn Germany. 
My 13,14,17, 22 is a lake Iu Switzerland. 
My 6,16, 9, 4 is a county in North Carolina. 
My 3,12, 6 is a volcano in Ocean ica. 
My 8, 6, 22, 2, 13, 6. 20 is a County in Minnesota 
My S, 2, 7, IS, 4 is a county in North Carolina. 
My 24. 6,11,12, l is a county In New Jersey. 
My 5. 2,11,11 is a town iu Austria. 
My 1,6,10, 22,15 ts one of the United States. 
My whole is a very good maxim. 
Seneca Co., N. Y. J. G. Peas 
Answer in two weeks. 
I am as old as creation, and as young as the morning, 
When the sun was first seen the landscape adorning; 
I am found in all countries, ou laud and on sea, 
Yet the sun in its brightness us er shone upon me. 
With Columbus I crossed the stormy Atlantic; 
Triumphantly rode over billows gigantic; 
Took up my abode in the wilds of the north, 
Aud there shall remain till the mandate goes forth 
That the earth shall no longer hang poised in Its place, 
Nor the bright sun illumine this region of space. 
Answer in two weeks. 
THE OPENING OF GIRARD’S WILL 
Tue following graphic description of the 
somewhat painful, as well as amusing scene, 
which took place upou the opening of the will 
of Stephen Girard, the founder of Girard 
College, and the liberal benefactor of many 
charities, public and private, Is from a late 
number of the North American Review: 
“ Death having dissolved the powerful spell of 
a presence which few had been able to resist, it 
For Moore’s Rural New-Yorker 
AN ANAGRAM. 
A vozc koon, a tinnimou obrok, 
Hatt rendsaw wadrot het eas; 
A tillet toe ni a itque post 
Yeah lal a march ovr em; 
A looc trureta nad dashe os twees 
Hiwt noo I vole ot rashe, 
Si ot ytn earth eth tresdea tarp 
Fo tile atth snowk ou race. 
now that he wiu no longer aoie, personally to 
enforce it. Tho old man lay dead in his house 
in Water street. While the public out of doors 
were curious enough to kuow what he had done 1 
with his money, there was a number within the 
house, tho kindred of the deceased, In whom 
this curiosity raged like a raauia. They invaded 
the cellars of the house, bringing up bottles of 
the old man’s ehoiee wine, and kept a continual 
carouse. Surrouudlng Mr. Duaue, who had 
been present at Mr. Girard’s death, aud remained 
to direct his funeral, they demanded to know if 
there was a will. To silence their indecent 
clamor, he told them there was, and that he was 
oue of the executors. On hearing this, the de¬ 
sire to learn its contents rose among the furies. 
In vain the executors reminded them that de- 
Alida K. 
*2r Answer in two weeks. 
HOW TO ACT WHEN CLOTHES TAKE FIRE 
ANSWERS TO ENIGMAS, &e., IN No. 798 
Three persons out of four would rush right 
up to the burning individual, and begin to paw 
with their hands without auy definite aim. It 
is useless to tell the victim to do this or that, or 
call for water. In fact, It is generally best to 
say not a word, but seize a blanket from a bed, 
or a cloak, or auy woolen fabric — if none is at 
hand, take auy woolen material — hold the cor- 
Anewer to Illustrated Rebus:—A cat in gloves 
catches no mice. 
Answer to Miscellaneous Enigma: — Thou who 
would'st see the lovely and the wild mingled in har¬ 
mony, on Nature’s face, ascend our rocky mountains. 
Answer to Anagram: 
Think for thyself-one good idea 
But kuowti to be thine own, 
Is better than a thousand gleaned 
From fields by others sown. 
Leave a dog and a 
of the street. A 
