The (London) Spectator speaks thus of the newly installed President of the United States:

"President Roosevelt is already giving the American people a taste of his quality. He discusses applications for office, in a loud voice, which exceedingly disconcerts applicants, who would rather whisper; and he has publicly assured the 'managers' that, while competent Republicans may have the first claim, he will appoint Democrats if Democrats only are sufficiently efficient for the work. The 'machine men' are aghast, for their influence depends upon their power to distribute patronage, and all kinds of rumors are afloat as to 'friction' between them and the new President. They will probably die away, as Mr. Roosevelt, when Governor of New York, showed that he possessed sufficient moderation for actual business. There may be difficulty by and by with the Senate, a party of the Senators desiring to maintain not only their constitutional claim to supervise the President's action in foreign affairs, but a general control over the Executive; but the Senate, after all, responds to the opinion of the people, and it is these who in the last resort govern the United States."

ooo. The enlargement of this plant is a matter of great importance to the people of the Pacific Coast, and, very probably, to the world.

An event in the shipbuilding world is the building for Russia, in an American shipyard, the first-class battleship “Retvizan." A full description, with illustra tions, of the ship Retvizan, is given in the Scientific American, and comparison is made with the Maine, to which class of our own vessels this battleship belongs. Perhaps but few of our readers would be interested in the detailed description, necessarily quite technical, of this great ship, but not one of them but will rejoice in this honor paid to American scientific attainment and workmanship. Her size and equipment are as follows: Length, 374 feet; breadth, 72 feet 2 inches: draft, 25 feet: displacement. 12,700 tons; battery, 4 12-inch, 12 6-inch, 20 3-inch, 20 3-pounders, 6 1-pounders. A projectile, before penerating the engine or boiler rooms of this battleship would have to penetrate nine inches of Krupp steel, from six to ten feet of coal, and four inches of sloping Krupp armor. America has a right to be proud of this achievement. We quote the closing paragraph of the article already referred to:

The "Retvizan," taken altogether, is unquestionably an exceedingly fine representative of the up-to-date first-class battleship. She has high speed, and large fuel capacity; the battery is numerous and thoroughly modern; while the ship itself has a high free-boar, and is remarkably free from those towering superstuctures which disfigure many modern battleships, especially in the French navy. In going through the vessel we were impressed with the fact that inflammable material was practically nonexistant. The decks are of steel and the partitions are of the same material, as are the shelves, boxes and general furniture. The Messrs. Cramp are to be congratulated on having turned out such a thoroughly handsome and effective vessel.

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Dr. Theodor Berndt, of Wiesbaden, Germany has invented what may be termed electric eyeglasses, which are guaranteed to restore dimmed or darkened vision. The article in question takes practically the same shape as an ordinary pair of spectacles. The frame, however, is specially constructed, being made of thin layers of copper and zinc. To produce the restorative electric current the metal sides of the spectacles are moistened with vinegar or some dilute acid. An electric current is thus caused to flow through the eye nerves of the patient, and greatly improves vision results.

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unique. He removed a portion of a workman's skull, pulverized by the blow of an iron bolt, and filled the cavity with bone from the skull of an ox, carefully pared down and carved to fit the hole. The skin was laid over the injury and healed naturally. The patient experienced no ill effects.

In Literature

Mr. F. Hopkinson Smith's most ambitious story, "The Fortunes of Oliver Horn," begins in the November Scribner's. It deals with the career of a young artist who comes to New York to seek fame in his profession. The author has drawn upon his own intimate knowledge of the literary and art life of the past thirty-five years, and gives a vivid and attractive impression of the "artistic atmosphere" in which his characters. move and which often seems so full of glamour to the looker-on. These early chapters are characterized by a rare sense of refined humor, and the passages of sentiment and pathos are handled. with a certain vigor and manliness that have already done so much to establish the author's popularity. Each instalment will have an illustration by Walter Appleton Clark.

It is said that the late John Fiske, likė many another philosopher, had no business ability. Details concerning contracts so annoyed him that he at last made an arrangement with his publishers by which he agreed to let them have everything he wrote, they on their part agreeing to pay hini a definite income for life. Mr. Fiske's last book (but one), "Life Everlasting," is thus commended by "The Literary World": "In thought it is weighty and in feeling precious, and on the whole we consider it worth its weight in gold. It will hardly convince the sceptic, but it will comfort the Christian. Yet it is solidly scientific, profoundly philosophical, brilliantly intellectual, fervidly optimistic, immensely learned, limpidly clear, and full of the many-sided personality of its author." In this book of Mr. Fiske's occurs the following characteristically strong passage:

A second-hand bookseller's catalogue is not a mere catalogue of salables, as the uninitiated may fancy. Even a common auctioneer's catalogue of goods and chattels suggests a thousand reflections to a person of any knowledge. Judge, then, what the case must be with a catalogue of books, the very titles of which run the rounds of the whole world, visible and invisible-geographies, biographies, histories, loves, hates, joys, sorrows, cookeries, sciences, fashion and eternity. We speak on the subject from the most literal experience, for often and often have we cut open a new catalogue of old books with all the fervor and ivory folder of a first love, often read one at tea, many at dinner, and have put crosses against dozens of volumes in the list out of the pure imagination of buying them, the possibility being out of the question.-Leigh Hunt.

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The following is from a book entitled "Lincoln's First Love," written by Carrie Douglas Wright, and published by A. C. McClurg & Co. The story professes to tell with truthfulness the story of Ann Rutledge, and Abraham Lincoln's interest in her. The facts are dressed in the form of fiction:

"Dear, you are not going to leave me! Why, I could not live without you!" "God knows better than we," she said. "Sing to me, dear." He knelt by her bed, and with trembling voice sang her favorite hymn,

"God moves in a mysterious way. His wonders to perform." Lincoln sat by her all day, holding her feverish hand. He would not leave her a moment, nor did he eat anything. Just at twilight, when the young moon hung low and bright o'er the western hills, and all nature seemed hushed by the wonderful spell; when father, mother, brother and lover were at her side, Ann Rutledge, with a long, sad look into the eyes of Abraham Lincoln, passed into the spiritual world. She was buried beneath an old elm-tree in Concord church yard, but the body was afterwards removed to the new cemetery at Petersburg. After the burial, Lincoln threw himself upon the grave, saying these words:

"Here lies the body of Ann Rutledge, and the heart of Abe Lincoln."

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With pipe and book at close of day,
Oh, what is sweeter, mortal, say?
It matters not what book on knee,
Old Izack or the Odyssey,

It matters not meerschaum or clay,

And though one's eyes will dream astray,
And lips forget to sue or sway.
It is enough to merely be

With pipe and book.

What though our modern skies be gray,
As bards aver, I will not pray

For soothing death to succor me,
But ask this much, O Fate, of thee-
A little longer here to stay
With pipe and book.

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-Richard Le Galliennes.

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The Art Journal produces in its October number an etching by C. H. Boucher after the picture, "No News," of T. S. Good in the Tate Gallery. The Journal thus graphically outlines the salient features of this splendid reproduction:

"The old-for, however misleading. it is difficult to avoid the use of the word-gentleman has spent his days in more rational fashion than do the majority of us. He has watched the flow and ebb of the seasons, not in a crowded, treeless, fieldless city, but on the country-side, where spring is something other than colorless name, associated only with biting winds; where summer is inseparable from expanses of waving corn; where, in truth, is audible 'the breath of autumn's being'; where winter is pregnant with promise, a time of nature's rest, ere again the birds mate and sing, the hedges, trees, fields, burst forth afresh into green."

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Tyler Woodward, President.
Jacob Kamm, Vice-President.
Frank Miller, Cashier.

A. M. Wright, Asst. Cashier.
DIRECTORS.

Tyler Woodward, Jacob Kamm, Rufus Mallory Benton Killin, Chas. Hegele. D. W. Wakefield E. A. King, Roderick Macleay, F. C. Miller.