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Caldwell of Springfield,
New Jeraey, 1780.
iiere the spot. Look wound you. Above on
tbo height
' Lay the Hessians encamped. By that church
ou the right
Stood the gaunt Jersey farmerB. And here
ran a wall
Yon may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball.
Nothing more. Graces spring, waters run,
flowers blow
Tretty much as they did ninety-three yeara ago.
Nothing more did I say? Stay onemomeat:
you've heard
Of Caldwell Hie parson, who once preached the
WQrd
Down at Springfield? What, No? Come
that's bad, why he had
All the Jerseys aflame ! And they gave him
the namo
Of the ' rebel high priest." He atuck in their
gorge
Tor ho lovod the Lord God and he hated King
George I
He had cause, you might say ! When the Hes
sians that day
Marched up with Knyphausen they stopped
on their way
At the " Farms," where his wife, with a child
in her arms,
Bat alone in the house. How it happened none
knew
But God ar.d that one of the hireling crew
Who flrod the shot ! Enough ! there she lay
And Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband, away
Did ho preach did he pray ? Think of him as
you Btand
By the old church to day : think of him and
that band
Of militant ploughboys! See the smoke and
the heat
Of that reckloss advance of that straggling
retreat !
Keep the host of that wife, foully slain, in
your view
And what could you what should you, what
would you do ?
Why, just what he did !
lurch
They were left in the
Tor tho want of mere wadding. He ran to the
church,
Broke tho door, stripped the pews, and dashed
out in the road
. With his arms full of hymn-books, and threw
down his load
At their feet ! Then, above all the shouting
and shot.
Bang his voice "Put Watts into 'em Boys.
give 'em Watts!"
And they did. That is all. Grasses spring,
flowers blow
Tretty much as they did ninety-three years ago.
Yon may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball
But uot always a hero like this and that's all.
Bret Haiite.
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- S.1IITTEX WITH REMORSE.
"I tell you' No,' sir. Tho poor are bad
in the lot." And Judge Jeffcott picked
out another walnut and helped himself
to a fresh glass of wine, with the air of
a man who dismisses a disagreeable
Bnbject.
" In your capacity, Judge, you only
seo tho worst of them. This Ralph
Hurst, for instance, whom you only
know as "
" A thief, and a would-be murderer "
" Is nevertheless a most devoted hus
band and sou, and the soberest fisher
man on the coast."
"Parson, I am astonished at you!
Why I have had four gamekee'pers
flogged in less than three years : nnd T
have hardly dared, for three times
three, to call a feather or a foot of
Rime on the Jeffcott estate my own.
"Transportation is too good for such
rascals, and if I had the making of the
laws"
" Don't say it, Judge ; you know you
would not. I acknowledge Ralph has
given you great provocation ; but what
about Luke Dayton? It is his first
known offence, and he swears he never
lifted a gun against a fellow-creature."
."And pray what does he call my
Lares and pheasants ? And what right
Jiave such men as he with guns at all?
And what do those great lazy hounds
mean, sleeping all day long under his
Tcitchen settle ?"
" Luke has had a hard time this win
ter, J udge. His mother is blind and
feeble, his wife and child have known
both cold and hunger."
"Well, sir, you have done your duty
now. We will consider the subject
closed, if yon please. Fill your glass."
"Ko, thank you, Judge. Luke had
eomo hopes, and I must now tell him
that they are.false. Besides I must see
Elizabeth, who is almost beside herself
with grief and nnger."
"Anger? Well, I like that. Why, I
ought to have given him fourteen years,
and I made it seven, for her sake.
" Seven rears means forever to Eliza
beth Dayton. She will break her heart
before they are over."
" Pshaw ! She has too much sense
to have so much sentiment. However,
I am sorry enough for her ; and if you
can help her, uae my means freely,"
and the Judge took out his purse and
offered the clergyman a sovereign for
her.
A piece of gold for a broken heart !
However, her friend took it, and then
went to seek her in the little seaside
town. A dreary rain was dropping on
the cottage, which had a lonely, sorrow
ful look. Something more than soli
tude brooded over it ; for sacred is the
place, however humble, in which a
mighty grief sits down.
Elizabeth read with love's quick in
stinct the verdict in his hesitating step
and silent face. She was walking rapidly
up and down the earthen floor, but she
stopped suddenly, and gave him one
searching, imploring look. He shook
his head, and then put out his hand to
take hers, but she flung it passionately
away.
' Don't speak !" she cried. " I know
all you are going to say about patience
and submission and God's will. I will
never believe it, sir. I would not think
so hard of my Maker, I know He is as
angry as I am to-night. And if He
can't comfort me, it is far beyond your
Eower. Oh, Luke 1 Luke I my hus
and 1 my husband 1" And she wrung
her hands, and swayed her body back
ward and forward in a very agony oj
uncontrollable grief.
It was such sorrow as lifted her be
yond the pastor's Understanding and
beyond his office. She listened to no
wora he said, and when her child.
pretty girl, three years old, began to
cry in sympathy, she struck it angrily
uu uin censo.
All the Ion? nitrht thfi frond r.WirVmnti
thought of and prayed for this poor
wuuihu, urunK who. overmncu sorrow,
and tho next day he renewed his efforts
for her husband's pardon. Bat all
failed, and in three weeks Luke Dayton
oiwicu unnjr ill H COUV1CS Snip.
Punishment does not rvpvpnt. crime
the world was just as bad after the flood
as before it, and Judge Jeffcott's game
was no safer after Ralph and Luke
had been transported. The fact recon
ciled the Judge to what he had done, for
wnne iMizaoctn lay at deaths door with
brain fever, he had felt something very
near akin to remorse.
But Elizabeth did not die, though she
came back to life but the shadow of her
former self. All her fresh, sweet come
liness was gone ; she walked as if tired
with a hard journey, and her eves were
the very homes of some dumb accusing
sorrow.
For a little while every one helped
and pited her, but friendship is made
for great sacrifices chronic benefits
kill it and the poor woman found out
mis trutu soon enough.
Three years after Luke's departure, n
letter from him came to the clergyman
who had stood his friend in all his dis
grace and trouble. It was raining heavi
iy oi me time, out lie hastened at once
to Elizabeth's cottage. She had not
been seen there for several months : so
he sought her at her sister's, who lived
at a little fishing village three miles
distant.
lie never reerretted the lournev.
Elizabeth was very ill ; but when she
saw the weary, wet messenger, with the
letter in his hands, she turned her face
to her pillow and wept such sweet soft
tears as Bhe had not shed since her
trouble touched her.
It was not a letter of much hope or
comiort, but little she minded that ;
" for you see, sir," she said solemnly,
"I know Luke is dead, and all these
things are nothing to him now. But
am very clad that vou thoneht enoutrh
of a poor, broken-hearted girl, to come
three miles through the rain to comfort
me. 1 feel as if I knew better now
what God's pity for me must be like."
And for my part I think it was the
best sermon he ever preached.
It might be a year or more after Eliz
abeth's death, when, one winter eve'
ning, Judge Jeffcott's housekeeper went
into a small garden to bring in some
nne linen and laces, bleaching there.
A little girl was just getting over the
stone wall, with the bundle in her arms.
Something in the wretched little face
touched the woman's heart, and she
made no alarm.
" Do you know that you are stealing,
and that I can send you to prison ?"
' I am so hungry," that was all the
child said. Then putting out her arms
in a blind, uncertain way, she reeled
and ieei.
The good woman put down the linen,
and lifted the child. She carried her
into her own clean, white room and
nursed her until she was strong and
well. In the interval, she had discover
ed that her name was "Lizzie," and
that she was tho child of Luke and
Elizabeth Dayton. Then some good
angel put it into Harriet Mason's heort
to keep and train the child in the way
she should go. " If I tell the Judge,'
she argued, " he will send her to same
reformatory prison ; and if I turn her
loose, she will soon bo fit for nothing
else ; will e en try and make a good
woman of her."
No particular effort was made to hide
Lizzie. Ihe master saw her weeding in
the garden and busy about the house,
and, perhaps, sometimes thought that
Mrs. Mason had been fortunate in her
little hand-maiden.
It is true that Lizzie's good qualities
had needed patient cultivation. Some
times her protector had almost regret
ted the charge she had assumed ; some
times she had got weary of the girl's
lying and pilfering, and felt inclined to
wonder if the poor were really "sinners
above all others." But the reward,
promised to those who do " not weary
in well-doing " came. First a compen
sating love sprang up between the old
woman and the young one. Good ac
tions brought what they always do
both thanks and usage, and when Liz
zie was sixteen there was no daintier
cook and no neater housemaid in the
parish.
Soon after Mrs. Mason fell sick with
typhoid fever, and before she was out
of danger the Judge took it. To the
two invalids Lizzie was everything, and
I think she fully repaid, during that
hard three months, the kindness that
had sheltered her.
One evening, when the Judge was
beginning to notice with a child's eag
erness all the incidents of his daily life
again, he asked Lizzie her name, and
learning it, he continued the catechism
until she wondered. After a short
silence, during which she was busy
drawing the curtains and lighting the
lamps, he said abruptly, and yet in a sad
voice :
"Lizzie, do you know that it was I
who sent your father over the sea ?"
"Yes, sir."
" And what do you think of me ?"
" Nothing hard now, sir. Perhaps I
did once, but Mrs. Mason has made me
see that if you had not done it both
father and mother might have been
alive, sinning, suffering, and working
hard in the village yet. Now they are
happy in heaven, and I don't think, sir,
they bear you any ill feeling, and so I
am sure I do not, sir. You have been
very good to me."
" I did not know you an hour ago,
Lizzie, but I shall be none the worse to
you for this talk." ,
If I was writing a romance I should
say that Judge Jeffcott, smitten with
remorse, educated and adopted Lizzie.
But I believe he never once thought of
such a thing. He felt kindly toward
her, and ordered Mrs. Mason to pay her
for all her past services, and give her
good wages for the 'future. He prized
her admirable cooking, and the light
and comfort that followed her up and
down the house, and (his the more be
cause he never recovered from his at
tack of fever, but gradually sank from
the lean and slippered invalid into the
slowly dying man.
In a very few months afterward there
was a darkened chamber in the Jeffcott
mansion, and within it the shadow of
white death.
A small cottage and about three hun
dred dollars a year was left to Lizzie,
and the same to Mrs. Mason. The two
women made their home together, and
lor many years Lnzzie lived a life so full
of sweet and helpful deeds, that I have
no Hesitation in calling it a great life,
After I came to America I never sup
posed I should hear of her again ; but
one day, in the log cabin of a stock
raiser near San Antonia, I lifted a news
paper and saw her name. It was dur
ing the Crimean War, and she was
among that noble army of women whose
names the angels shall call out before
assembled worlds, saying, " Dome up
higher."
Suppose that the good woman who
found her stealing had treated her as a
criminal, instead of ns a little child.'
Suppose she had made her amenable to
the law of the country, instead of to
that higher law of Lovel Suppose she
had sent her to prison, instead of giv
ing her a home. Let those who dare,
follow out this supposition ; for me, I
weep and wonder when I consider how
many little children bearing in their
arms divinest gifts fall and perish by
the way, because there is no one to be
lieve in them, and no one to help them.
A". Y. Ledger.
Who Owns that Tig
I do not like pork as an article of
diet, but os a means of promoting an
appetite I have no hesitancy in recom
mending it.
Who owned the particular pig which
promoted my appetite most could never
be found out. Every few days an insane
man would be raving around with a
hatchet and a gun and a dog, inquiring
who owned thatpig,and nothing was ever
found out about it, except that the pig
belonged to one of the neighbors. One
of the neighbors ought to be ashamed
of himself, whoever he is. I never
knew what that pig wanted around our
house. He seemed to be looking for
something in the flower beds, among
the potatoes, in the poultry yards, ond
once or twice he walked in at the front
door. Hewaslookingforsomething, and
he found everything, I should think,
except the cellar drain ; but he still
wore a sadly disappointed air. It finally
occurred to me that the pig thought the
fence ought to be fixed, and, as I wanted
to do something to satisfy him, I went
out the next morning and collected all
the broken boards and things I could
find and fixed the fence, and after it
was all done the pig was following me
toward the house for breakfast. I did
not know where he got in, and he did
uot know, but I made up my mind that
he must find the place. He was willing
enough to look for it, and I chased him
over the currant bushes and over a table
cloth spread out to bleach, and in among
the dahlias and over the onions, and
everywhere else, but he didn't find the
hole he came in at, nor did I. How
ever, I had an appetite for my break
fast. Then Maria came out and stood on
the back steps, like a female Napoleon,
and issued orders and proclamations and
general directions with tho rapidity of
chain lightning, and, with a beautiful
and implicit trust in Providence, threw
fare-bricks and coal-shovels and sad
irons and stove-wenches and broken
crockery with her left hand, and if her
right hand knew what the left was doing
it knew a pile more than I could keep
track of. The pig upset a hen-coop and
stepped on three chickens and made a
maniac of the old hen, who blamed me
for the whole afiair and acted according
ly, and then the pig got into the corn
and refused to come out under any cir
cumstances, although I had given up
the idea of finding where he came in.
and had opened the gate and let down
tho bars. Maria went into the house
for some furniture to throw, and I tried
to set the dog on the pig. The dog had
learned to regard the pig as one of the
family, and could not understand my
allusions, and finally got out of patience
and inserted a fine set of natural teeth
in my leg. He did not get the wroncr
pig by the ear, but it amounted to the
same thig so far as I was concerned.
Maria came out with a broom, and ex
plained the situation to the doer, and
the dog went into the corn after the
Eig, and came back in thirty seconds a
ankrupt community. I had appetite
enough for a week. Finally I borrowed
two boys from a neighbor, and the trro-
cer's man, and we drove the pig out,
after he had tramped down all the corn.
and he made for a place in the picket
fence where there had never been a hole,
and made one and got out. My appe
tite would have justified me in eating
that pig, but circumstances would not
allow. There used to be some poetry
about "Who is my neighbor?" and that's
what I want to know the neighbor who
owns that pig.
The June Drought.
Perhaps o better idea of the " plen
tiful lack" of water in certain portions
of the country can be derived than
frcm a reference to the rain fall of for
mer years. Thus, at Albany, for eight
years before this year, the average rain
fall for June has been just short of
eight inches, while this year it was but
1.4a. In the eight years named the
amount of rain reached as high as 7.48
in 1870, and was 3.04 in 1805. In June
of last year in New York city the rain
fall was 4.04. This year it was but 1.28.
For all this century, this last month
was the dryest June, and its fearful
marks are left all over the Middle and
New England States. Hay is almost a
ruin, Oats and rye are absurdly low
and light, and corn is unable to give
expression to its feelings under the
present deprivation of water.
Upon a wager a compositor in the of
fice of the Milwaukee Wisconsin, as
that paper asserts, who was told the
facts as a matter of news, set up 1,800
ems without copy, using his own lan
guage, and corrected the proof, all in
side of seventy-four minutes.
Canadian papers note regretfully the
fact that the Governor General did
not issue a proclamation invitintr the
people to observe Dominion Day as a
public holiday,
French Anecdotes of Franklin.
Throughout the yenr 1790 there ap
peared occasional anecdotes of Franklin
in tho Moniteur of Paris. As Franklin
was a resident of Paris for some years,
between 1776 and 1785, where he was
received with enthusiasm by the best
classes, and as his memoirs were not
translated into French until tho present
century it is fair to suppose that these
anecdotes were those with which lie
used to amuse his French admirers.
Regarded in this line they will bo in
teresting, whether they have or not ap
peared elsewhere than in tho Monitcur.
One day, when Franklin was a printer
in Philadelphia, he said to ono of his
employee, a skillful workman, who
never came to his work bofore Wednes
day of the week: "Francis you do
not think of the future. If you would
keep steadily at your work, yon might
lay by a sum that would enable you to
live comfortably by and by." To this
the workman answered: " I have made
my calculation. I have an uncle who is
a druggist in Cheupside, London. He
has determined to work hard for twenty
years, when he will have laid up four
thousand pounds sterling, and then he
proposes to live like a gentleman. His
idea is to purchase pleasure at whole
sale. I rather have it at retail. I pre
fer half the week for amusement during
twenty years to the whole week when I
am twenty years older."
After the Declaration of Indepen
dence in the United States, each State
commenced the task of drawing up and
passing new laws and a form of govern
ment to replace those which they had
destroyed. During this time there were
tedious and bitter debates in the Penn
sylvania assembly, and at the end of
two or three months they found them
selves just where they started. Mean
while, everything went on. as usual in
the community ; there were no troubles,
no public disorder of any kind, and one
clay Franklin said to the representatives
cr deputies : " Gentlemen, I would
call your attention to the fact that while
we are here in a state of perfectanarchy
the people are conducting their affairs
just as usual. Take care ! If our dis
putes continue much longer they may
find out that they can do without us."
Franklin explained, by the following
apologue, how we may correct by time
and patience the faults of character ond
manner. "I was," said he, "in an
iron-monger's shop one day, when a
man came in to buy an axe. The work
man had not polished it much, except i
just at the blade, ond tho buyer ex
pressed a desire to have it polished all
over. That would be a long task, the
workman said, and he had no one to
turn the grindstane. The buyer offered
to turn it himself, and soon tho two
were hard at work.
"After a little while the buyer wonted
to examine the progress of the polish
ing, and seemed rather disappointed.
Very soon he examined the axe again,
and, seeing that only a few small spots
were polished after all his trouble, he
exclaimed : ' Faith, I'll take the axe as
it is 1 I won't lother any more about
the polish.' So with our manners,"
said Franklin, " we like to see them
polished, but we have no patience to
turn the grindstone ; and, indeed, pro
vided an axe cuts well, it doesn't matter
much if it isn't so polished."
Franklin went one day to see the
mills of a great manufacturer at Nor
wich. The owner took him all over the
establishment, saying : " Here we make
fabrics for Italy ; here for Germany ;
these are for the islands of America ;
these for the Continent," and so on.
During the exhibition, Franklin uoticed
that the operatives were half-naked or
in rags, and turning to his guide, he
said : " And where, pray, are (he goods
that you make for Norwich t"
Franklin " assisted "once at a literary
reunion where several original articles
were read, and not understanding well
the French when read or declaimed,
and wishing to show himself polite and
appreciative, he resolved to applaud
whenever he saw Madame Boufilers, a
friend of his, show marks of approba
tion. After the reunion, his little son
said to him : " Papa, you applauded
everything, and more than anybody else
when they praised you!" Franklin
used to describe his embarrassment and
the effort he made to recover himself.
The English.
"H. W." writes to the Louisville
Journal: The English Women are the
poorest dressers in Europe ; and yet
English society is singularly exacting.
A lady goes to a common ballad concert
at St. James's Hall, happens to wear a
light Paris bonnet, and is required to
take it off in a dressing-room, paying
the waiting-woman sixpence to keep it,
before she is allowed to take the seats
she has paid for. She goes in and finds
the hall filled with scrubby, ill-dressed
women, each having a bit of ribbon
stuck to her hair, and each considering
herself in full dress. Of course no
gentleman is admitted at Covent Garden
or Drury Lane without a swallow-tailed
coat and a white cravat ; not then until
he has paid sixpence to a hag who turns
down his seat for him or opens the door
of a box. Go where you will this petty
tax is encountered, why? because
the country is too full of people, and
living has to be got at for the overplus
in someway. If a London cabby cheats
you out of sixpence, he thinks he has
done a good thing, but if he does you
for half a crown, he feels proud of him
self, of his vocation, and of his country.
A pretty bar-maid swindled me out of
a hapenny on a glass of sherry the other
day. and I saw joy unspeakable beam
out of her lovely, thieving eyes, as I
turned away, and sue telt sure of hav
ing bagged her plunder. They do their
robbery on a small scale. In London a
penny is a bigthing. I asked an oyster
man to open me a dozen of his oysters.
"A dozen, sir r says he. "Yes, I saRl.
"a dozen.". "Do you know, sir." says
he, "what they cost ?' "No," said I,
"I don't; what do they cost ?" Then,
rather melodramatically, he said: "Two
and eightpence." When I had eaten
the oysters and paid him the money, he
rang it on the counter, and could hardly
realize that the transaction was genuine.
A resident of Manistee, Mich., who
has' now forty-eight children living, is
on the point of marrying his fourth
wife,
Hair, and Its Uses.
The Dublin University Magazine, in
a discourse upon human hair, says:
" It is not the less useful because it
is ornamental. It is a bad conductor
of heat, and keeps the head warm in
winter and cold in summer. It wards
off the effect of the sun ; and we find
negroes exposing themselves without
head-covering to its burning rays in
tropical climates, without the slightest
injury, and some tribes of wild Arabs,
who wear neither tarboosh nor turban,
are said to rely solely on their bushy
heads of hair as protection against sun
stroke. The mustache is a natural
respirator, defending the lungs against
the inhalation of cold and dust. It is a
protection of the face and throotogainst
cold, and is equally in warm climates a
safeguard for those parts against exces
sive heat. The mustaches of black
smiths show by their color the dust
which they stopped as a natural respira
tor, ond which, if inhaled, would have
been injurious. The mustache is bene
ficial to those who follow the trades of
millers, bakers, masons, to workers in
materials, and even to travelers into
Egypt and Africa, when they are ex
posed to the burning sands of the desert.
Full beards are said to be a defence
against bronchitis and sore throat. It
is assserted that the sappers and miners
of the French army, who are noted for
the size ond beauty of their beards, en
joy a special immunity from affections
of this nature. The growth of hair
has been recommended to persons liable
to take cold easily. It is stated that
Walter Savage Landor was a sufferer
from sore throat for many years, and
that he lost the morbid disposition by
allowing his beard to grow, according to
tho advice of the surgeon to tho Grand
Duke of Tuscany. The writer adopted
the same course for the very identical
reason, and with fair success. But he
is. bound to state that he has seen indi
viduals with long, flowing beards, whom
those ornaments did not save from at
tacks of bronchial and laryngeal dis
orders. Tho curling nature of the hair
is attributed to a large proportion of
oily substance, which prevents the ab
sorption of water. The effect of damp
ness in destroying the curl of the hair
is well known, but it is not so well
known that the state of the hair par
ticipates in the state of the general
health. In many instances, strong curly
hair becomes straight if the possessor
be out of health, and the condition of
the hair with them is as great a test as
the condition of the tongue. The state
of the hairdepends much on that of the
general health. In perfect health, the
hair is fullk glossy, ond rich in its hues,
iu consequence of the absortion from
the blood of a nutritive juice, contain
ing its proper proportion of oily ond
albuminous elements. In persons out
of health it may lose its brilliancy of
hue, and become lank and straight, from
the presence of imperfect juices, in
others, again, there may be a total ab
sence cf such nutritive elements, and
the hair constantly loos faded out and
dead.
The Proposed Balloon Voyage to Eu
rope. The New York Daily Graphic, has
the following announcement :
In response to many inquiries rela
tive to the balloon voyage to Europe by
Prof. Wise and party, under the auspi
ces of tho Daily Grajihic, we have to
8 ay :
First It is not our intention to give
any exhibition of the balloon previous
to its departure. It is now in process
of construction by the Domestic Sow
ing Machine Company, and as soon as
it is ready the party will sail without
unnecesory publicity.
Second As the Graphic Company
furnishes the means requisite for car
rying out this remarkable enterprise,
those who may wish to contribute for
that purpose may make donations to
Prof. Wise and his companions, so as
to reimburse them to some extent for
their time ond the risks they encounter.
Third The balloon will carry a lim
ited number of letters and small pack
ages. Those who wish to avail them
selves of the opportunity to send let
ters or packages to friends in Europe
should make early application.
Fourth The balloon will have a car
rying capacity of several tons, so that
as many as eight or ten persons can take
passage in the car, without inconveni
ence or overweighting. Such leading
journals as would like to send represen
tatives on the voyage will do well to
apply immediately. As the list will
soon be filled up, this proposition will
remain open for ten days, in order that
journals at a distance may be heard
from.
In conclusion, we may state that, al
though the balloon will be the largest
ever made, we expect to have everything
ready for the start before the 20th of
August.
Sans Gloves Sans Corsets.
The latest French-made dresses are
dresses no more; they are mere drapings
with the fearfully low necks, absence of
all sleeves, strap going over the naked
shoulder, joining the dress at the small
of the back and pit of the stomach. The
skirt is strangely and wonderfully hung.
It caps and folds j it is caught high at
the hip, or in the back, and is shaped
tightly about the entire figure. From
beneath this drapery streams out a two
yard train. Out-door costumes are
made, so far as the drapery is concern
ed, in the same style.
These fashions demand revolving pe
destals and what dancers term the "slow
movement." No dress of this kind
could be taken ou its owner's back iu a
hurry anywhere. Of course, corsets,
and a good many other articles of under
wear hitherto deemed indispensable,
will have to be taken off for the "Em
pire" waist. At a very swell wedding
reception lately the high-toned belles
held their arms like trussed fowls, to
prevent the silk and lace suspenders
that did duty as dress-waists from fal
ling off their shoulders. The same bri
dal party were, to the number of a
dozen, photographed, and if I were to
send a copy up to Connecticut, I'd not
only be prayed for in the churches as
one lost, but I'd be liablo to indictment
for sending indecent pictures by mail.
The dry weather has injured
prospects of Connecticut tobacco,
the
Civilization in Dress.
Our guide and ruler in dress is that
irresponsible tyrant we call fashion, and
neither comfort nor beauty has a word
to say. To be sure, men have discarded
many absurdities, though they have re
tained more. They hold to their stiff
shirt collars, which rasp their necks,
their wide expanse of linen front, whicli
the very act of fastening rumples, their
meaningless swallow-tails, their hideous
hats, their tight-fitting military uniform,
and all the mysteries of seam and gusset
and band, which are mere symbols of
tho art of cutting out and not necessary
to tho comfort of shape. But even
with the follies they retain they can
move about with ease ond uuhompered.
Women, on the contrary, torture them
selves in the name of fashion with
touching fidelity. They would as soon
forego their nationality as their stays,
and the Thirty-nine Articles are less
sacred to them than their multiplicity
of garments all hanging from the waist.
It is to keep these up, and lessen their
heavy weight, that they put themselves
into cages which destroy all grace of
line and all comfort of movement, save
in walking. The beauty of simplicity
is a thing dead and done with in their
code. Heads are loaded with false hair
stuck about with lace, feathers, flowers,
and colored glass ; ears are pierced that
bits of crystalized earth, or imitations
thereof, may be hung into the holes ;
health is destroyed, and the tender
vital organs which nature has so sedu
lously protected by the outer casing of
ribs are compressed and crushed that
the waistband may bo reduced to seven
teen inches ; and the highest efforts of
millinery genius are directed to the
most elaborate method of sewing one
bit of stuff on to another bit of stuff,
to the confusion of anything like a lead
ing line or on intelligible idea. We
laugh at the Chinese " golden water
lilies," the Papuan head-dress, the
Ilindo nose-ring, the African lip-dis-tender
; we laugh while we look iu the
glass and complacently brush out frills,
und congratulate ourselves on looking
" stylish" and " well got up." But our
highest efforts culminate in partial
nakedness in tho middle of winter, if
we are women, in black broadcloth in
the dog-days, if wo are men in absurd
lengths of silk trailing after us as we
walk in one case, in a ridiculous pennon
meandering at our backs iu the other ;
they culminate in fashion, not in use or
beauty or simplicity ; but while we do
thus dress without personal convenience
or artistic meaning, we have no true
civilization in the matter of our clothes.
Modern millinery is neither art nor
nature. It is our translation of the
primitive man's delight in rags and
gaudy colors ; and there is no essential
difference between the two. What dif
ference thero is consists simply in con
ventional acceptance ; but the aesthetic
base of each is the same.
A Bit of Romance.
Mr. R. M. Boatwright, of St. Louis,
has lately received intelligence that his
brother Alexander, whom he supposed
to have been killed twenty-six years
ago, during the Mexican war, is alive
and well, he being a resident of Goliad
County, Texas. The story is thus told
by the St. Louis Democrat:
'"In 1840, Mr. Boatwright, while on a
visit to sonthern Illinois, where he
formerly resided, took the war fever
and joined Copt. Coffey's company of
volunteer infantry, bound for the seat
of war in Mexico. At the battle of Vera
Cruz he was severely wounded in the
shoulder, and not being able to bear
removal, was placed in the house of a
Mexican lady, near the battle-field. As
he did not rejoin his company, and was
not heard of at the close of the war, he
was placed on the list of the dead, and
his land-warrant issued to his father,
who erected a monument to his memory
in the family burying-ground, in Frank
lin County. Boatwright, however, did
not die. He was tenderly nnrsed by a
dark-eyed senorita, a daughter of the
lady at whose house he was left, and
when, after many months of suffering,
he was restored to health and his wound
healed, he found himself a captive to
the charms of his beautiful nurse, ond
he married her and settled in Vera Cruz.
His letters to his relatives having mis
carried, and some one informing him
that his family had removed from Frank
lin County, he ceased writing to them.
In 1849 he went to California, and after
ward settled in Texas. Several years
after the close of the war the family in
Franklin County heard rumors that
Alexander was still living, and agents
were sent to California and to Mexico,
but failed to learn any tidings of him,
and -he was given up for lost. A short
time ago Mr. R. M. Boatwright happen
ed to see a letter written by his brother
to on old friend in Franklin County,
and recognizing the name, was rejoiced
to find that his brother who was mourned
as dead for twenty-six years, was still
living."
A St. Louis clerk tried to get up a
corner in the chicken market one day
last week. He has been driving half
the clerks wild with envy by a mag
nificent cluster diamond ring. One
morning, while at Lucas Market, his
hand reposed on a chicken-coop, and a
curious crackler went for his ring,
plucked out and swallowed the largest
gem in the cluster. It is unnecessary
to say that he bought that coop of
chickens at the dealer's price. Ho says
he will have that diamond if the family
is compelled to eat chickens all summer.
Many papers are urging that a part of
the duty of the Polaris relief expedition
be to bring home the body of Captain
Hall. Agaiust this the Worcester Spy
thus protests: " His grave is nearer the
pole than that of any other white man.
Esquimaux may have lived and died
further north ; nobody call tell what
animal or human inhabitants will be
found on the unknown lands near the
North Pole ; but no other known grave
is so near that unknown portion of the
earth as that of Captain Hall. Let his
body remain there undisturbed."
The Troy Times says that on Friday
afternoon last, as Mr. Alexander Cloakie
was at work iu a field with others, near
that city, he was struck by lightning
and instantly killed. The sun was shin
ing brightly at the time, and not ft drop
pf rain fell where he was,
The Modocs.
Incident of the Journey to Fort Kla
math. Boyle's Camp, the last remaining
camp of the Modoo expedition in the
vicinity of the theatre of war in the
lava beds, was broken up on the 13th
inst., and the troops there, together
with all the Modoo captives, baggage
and Btores, were marched to Fort Kla
math. The journey occupied five days.
The Modocs men, women ond chil
dren were transported in seven wag
ons, with guards before and behind
each wogon. In the front wagon were
Captain Jack and Schonchin, in mana
cles the former robed in a red blanket
with a clean white handkerchief bound
around his head, and bearing himself
with characteristic dignity. There
were two bands of Modocs among the
Indians Captain Jack's party and the
Cottonwood Modocs, including Bogus
Charley, Curly-headed Jack, Steamboat
Frank, Shncknasty Jim, Curly-headed
Doctor, and Hooker Jim. These are
the warriors who deserted Captain
Jack after his lost fight ond came in
and surrendered themselves. A bitter
feeling exists against them on the part
of Captain Jack ond his warriors on ao
connt of whot Jack calls their treason,
and it was found necessary on the
march to place soldiers between .them
to prevent an ottack upon them by
Captain Jack ond his men. On the
way a very serious accident was avoided
by the promptness of Bogus Charley,
Steamboat Frank, Hooker Jim, and
Shacknasty Jim, whose squaws ond
papooses wero in ono of the wagons
which, at a certain point on tho route,
was upon the verge of rolling over a
rocky ledge. These Indians rushed
forward and by main strength hold the
wrgon in its place, and so prevented the
catastrophe. Twice on this journey did
the traditional stoicism of the Indian
character disappear ; first, on the occa
sion of this danger to their wives aud
children, when these warriors exhibited
in their manner the most anxious solici
tude for the safety of those dear to
them, aud again, later, when they stood
around the body of one of their num
ber, Curly-headed Jack, who desiring
to dio and be buried in the old land of
the Modocs, committed suicide at about
half-past eleven tho next day in the
camp at Lost River Bridge, eighteen
miles distant from the lava beds. The
warrior shot himself with a pistol iu the
head, and died in about an hour. His
mother and female friends filled the..
camp with their lamentations, while his
fellow-warriors looked upon him with
tears streaming from .their eyes. But
Captain Jack aud Iris followers, on the
contrary, gazed contemptuously toward
tho mourning group. Tho dead war
rior was buried with the usual Indian
observances. Nothing of any moment
occurred from this point except the
wrecking of six wagons ou the fearfully
rocky roads. During the atternoon ot
the fifth dav the Indian procession
reached Fort Klamath, whero the In
dians were lodged in a strong aud spa
cious stockade, which had been previ
ously erected for the purpose, and
where they will remain during their
trial by military commission, which is
to take place at the lort.
Effects of Smoking Upon the Blood and
Brain.
Says the London Lancet :. " What
injures or enfeebles the blood must, as
a matter of course, affect the health and
activity of the brain. If, then, we as
certain the physiological effect of tobacco
upon tho liie-nuul, we shall be in a lair
way for deciding the question, especially
if we find individual cases confirming
the views thus arrived at. There is
nothing stronger in medical evidence
than the agreement of physiology aud
pathology. Dr. Richardson has so
clearly explained the influence of smok
ing upon the blood, that it will be best
to quote his graphic account. His
scientific eminence entitles his evidence
to respect, and lovers of the weed must
recollect that it is o smoker to whom
they are listening: On the blood the
prolonged inhalation of tobacco pro
duces changes which are very marked
in character. The fluid is thinner than
iB natural, and in extreme cases paler.
In such instances the deficient color of
the blood is communicated to the body
altogether, rendering the external sur
face yellowish, white, and puffy. The
blood being thin, also exudes freely,
and a cut surface bleeds for a long
time, and may continue to bleed incon
veniently, even in opposition to reme
dies. But the most important change
is exerted ou these little bodies which
float in myriads in the blood, and are
known as the red globules. These glo
bules have naturally a double concave
surface, and at their edges a perfectly
smooth outline. They are very soluble
iu alkalies, aud are subject to change of
shape and character, when the quality
of the fluid in which they float is modi
fied iu respect to density. The absorp
tion, therefore, of the fumes of tobacco
necessarily leads to rapid changes in
them; they lose their round shapes,
they become oval and irregular at their
edges, and instead of having a mutual
attraction for each other and running
together, a good sign of physical health,
they lie loosely scattered before the
eye, and indicate to the learned observer
as clearly as though they spoke to him,
aud said the words, that the man from
whom they were taken is physically de
pressed and deplorably deficient both
in muscular and mental power. ' Tobacco
modifies the circulation iu the brain, as
in other portions of the body. Hence,
it would be remarkable indeed if it did
not exercise some influence upon the
mechanism of thought."
Since 1871 endeavors have been made
to have a railroad bridge built across
the Hudson at Poughkeepsie ; in 1872
a charter for erecting the piers in the
river was obtained from the Legisla
ture, and on Monday last the subscrip
tion for erecting the bridge was headed
by the Pennsylvania Railroad Company
with $1,100,000 $550,000 in the name
of Mr. A. L. Dennis, one of the direc
tors of the road, and 8550,000 in that of
Mr. J. Edgar Thompson, its president.
The books have been opened for further
subscription, and it is probable that
work on the bridge will be at once bg
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