'Ol fantills . eirds.
AFTER THE TRAGEDY.
As I bend o'er the burning coals to-night,
Flushed with the glow of the anthracite—
Crimson and blue, and green and gold—
Ali me! these visions that come and go,
Flash and sparkle,
And gleam and darkle,
Are not the dreams that I used to know;
Are not the castles I built of old.
As I bend o'er the glowing coals to-night,
A solemn tragedy meets my sight,
Full of terror, and full of pain.
I hear the voices of human things;
Wails of sadness,
And shrieks of madness,
And the flapping of dark, invisible wings,
And the cries of women—who cry in vain
Deep down I see the living tomb,
Where a hundred strong men met their doom;
Where Death stole on them in subtle shape,
And seized them cruelly, unawares ;
Out of the world
Into judgment hurled,
With never a passible chance for escape,
And scarcely a moment to say their prayers.
0, we-who sit in the sweet fire-light,
Warmed by the glow of the anthracite,
In the name-of humanity let us give
One thought to the sombre heroes who go,
With tired faces, -
To perilous places;
Where naught of.the sunshine of life they know,
And offer their lives that we may live.
Josephine Pollard, in Hours al Horne.
CHRIST PRESENT TO THE CHILD.
Dear Saviour, ever at my side,
Bow loving Thou must be,
To leave Thy home in heaven to guard
A little child like me!
Thy beautiful and shining face
1 see not, tho' so near ;
The sweetness of. Thy non low voice
1." am too.deaf to hear.,
I cannot. feel Thee touch my. hand
With pressute light and mild,
To check,me, as my mother did
When I was but a child;
But I have felt Thee in my thoughts;
Fighting with sin for me;
And when ray heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from Thee. .
And when, dear Saviour, I kneel down
kerning and night to pray,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me Thou art there;
Yes,—when I pray, Thou prayest too,
Thy prayer is then for me;
And when sleep, Thou, sleeping not,
•
Boat watch me lovingly.
Rev. Fredk. W. Faber
ELLEN MOONEY'S STORY.
Miss Jenny Brown was a teacher in the
House of Refuge, on Randall's Island, near New
York city. Her room was in the southern cor
ner of the great building, and from her window
she could see the spire's and domes of the great
eitjt, the steamers that go back and forth
upon the Harlem and East rivers; the sloping
shores of Ward's Island, with its hospitals, and
the narrow channel between the two islands, full
of rocks and shoals—little Hurl Gate Rapids,
whose noisy waters were never still, except when
the tide was high.
It was an.autumn night, cold and windy, and
a bright fir cast its cheerful pictures on, the
wall, and made doubly inviting the cosy room
where the young teacher sat.
A slight sound, caused her to open the door. A
dark figure was crouching there, that was recog
nized in a moment, as she said :
" Why, Ellen, come in, it is too cold for you in
the hall; I did not hear you rap."
" I did not rap ; I thought you mightnot want
me, so I just curled down by the door."
0, yes, I don't mind you, Ellen, at almost any
time ;" and so the poor child came in ; a slight,
frail girl of ten or possibly twelve years of age,
with a fair face; . large blue eyes, more serious in
their expression, than even the mouth, that
never smiled butin a kind'of pitying, quivering
of the lips, little : like a heartsome, childish
laugh. •
She wore a dark calico dress, the uniform of
the.house, and strong stockings and shoes,.much
too large for the little feet. Her pretty hair
was braided, but each stray hair took upon itself
to protest against such a disposition of its golden
treasure, by curling itself up close out of -the
way. ie sat down in the corner, by the fire,
and Miss Brown thought, as the light shadows
played over her face, she had never seen amore
interesting one. Suddenly she said,:
" Ellen, tell me your story."
" I'lease tell me would Miss Brown like to
hear it ?"
"Why, -yes, I would like to know what you
ever did to be sent here; you do not seem to me
to be a bad girl," said the young lady.
The child's voice was hardly more than a whis
per, as she answered, " They said that I stole,
but I didn't."
" They? Who?"
"The man and woman I lived with."
" Tell me all•about
"Nobody believes me."
" Perhaps I shall."
" It was only across the river, there," she said,
nodding her head in that direction, " and though.
I don't like .to stay here very well, sometimes
I am so afraid Mis' Strong will come and take
me away that I don't know what r to do; butl'm
not so 'fraid as - I used to be at first, for I've been
here two years, and I guess she won't come for
me now.'
" Did she treat you ill ?"
" She used to beat me for everything, so I
tried to run away; but she always found me
and locked me up, and would give me nothing
to eat for ever so ; and I Was small then,
and I got sick ; then le tried to send me back
to the Alms—House—there's where she found
me first—but they wouldn't keep me, and so I
staid awhile longer, until, one day, she asked me
where was the candlotick that bekmged in her
room. I didn't know, but she wouldn't believe
me, and took me away to the city, into court or
something, and a man there asked me if I stole the
eandlestick, and I said no, fotr I didn't, and then
he sent me here. 0 how I cried, For Mit' Strong
teld me they'd half kill me here; but they haven't;
avotp ! aely's good to me i only ehey don't believe
" But had you 110 friends, Ellen ?"
" I had a father and mother, and we used to
live in Maine, and sometimes I try to find on the
map just where we lived, but I can't remember,
I was so small when I came away, only it was in
a country place. You see, my father went away
from home, out West or somewhere, and while
he was gone, my mother took me to New
York, and she fell sick, and they sent her away,
to a hospital, I suppose, and me to the Alms
House, and I shall never see my father or mo
ther again, if they are alive--for they can't find
me, an I can't find them—but I, don't think I
shall live long, any way, so I don't feel so bad
about it."
" Poor child, it is a sad story," said 'Miss
Brown.
" Please tell me do you believe it ?" she said,
anxiously.
" Yes, Ellen, I believe you have told me what
you think is the truth; but there must be some
mistake, somewhere."
Little more was said by either, for the bell
rung for chapel, and with a kind "good night,-"
teacher and pupil separated. But, not Jong
after, -the 'teacher took occasion to visit the
Alms House, where most of the children are
received, and found that five years, before Ellen.
Mooney had been bound out to Mrs. Strong ! of
-- street. She then went to this residence, but
Mrs. Stronc , had moved away.
Remembering t that the year referred to was
one unusual for cholera, she visited' those hospi
tals where most patients were received, and
here, too, she wag successful in learning that
Mary Mooney was received and discharged.
Then she had not died; but it seemed un
availing to try to find her, and. perhaps,iflbtindi;
Ellen might not be benefited. You see Miss
Brown was accustomed to strange stories,and,
strange scenes; and often had to deal.withsitingo_
people in the House of Refuge. Everybo_dy,
sent there was suspected, and so she said '1:10''
thing, only once or twice she asked Ellen if she,
couldn't remember the name of the place where
they lived in Maine.
"No," she remembered only that they lived in
a red house in the country, and it was some
where in Maine.
One beautiful November day, a plain man and
woman were shown into the school-room.
" These persons wish to see Ellen Mooney,"
said the officer, "let her be called."
The girls were all in the yard, nearly a hun
dred of them, scattered in groups, walking up
and doWn in the pleasant sunshine. But Ellen
Mooney when wanted, was found by herself,
looking dreamily off over the water, and min
gling no more with those about her than the,
first day she entered.
When called by the matron she came up.
"A man and woman are here, Ellen, to see
you.''
She gave a frightened look. " Not—not Mis'
Strong. Please tell me ;" and she caught the
matron's dress. •
"These people say they once had a little girl
whose name was Ellen Mooney."
" 0, please tell me where they are," and the
words were almost a groan, as she followed the
matron.
" Here, my child," as she opened the door
where the visitors had been shown. The woman
stood with her back toward the door, looking
through the window. She turned—she gave but
one look, and, seemingly, but one step, and,
without a word, clasped the child in her arms.
I closed the door," said the matron, " think
ing that a sight too sacred for strangers to gaze
upon." Not a sound broke the stilluess but sup
pressed sobs.
"Half-an-hour after, I'opened the door to say
the time of the visit had expired, and "Ellen was
sitting on her father's knee, one arm around his
neck, while the other was clasped in the mo
ther's trembling hands; and now and then kissed
by the lips that could not trust themselves with
words. One braid of hair had fallen loose, and
the golden strand rippled over the father's
dusty, well-worn coat, as -though it rejoiced in
being free.
Ellen Went with her father and mother, down
the broad walk bordered with the still linger
ing autumn flowers, in the soft November sun
shine, and was seen no more—. The „Little
Corporal. . .
TILE USE OF TOBACCO.
"Mamma, what do good Christian people use
tobacco for ?" queried my little five year old boy,
as he seated himself beside me for a good old
fashioned talk, such as we often have together.
Shall I confess it? I was completely non
plussed, and knew not what answer to return to
the eager, expectant little one at my side. As I
.
hesitated, he again pressed the question, and I
was, compelled to give the first answer which
suggested itself to my mind, "Because they like
it."
And, upon mature reflection, I am convinced
that this is the true answer, an the true reason
why tobapco is so extensively used, and that, too,
by Christian people. The love of it causes its
use, and is at the very root and foundation of the
evil. Those addicted to it speak loudly in its
praise, and endeavor to fill their mouths with ar
guments in support of its use. But how flimsy
are they all!
Its advocates , profess that tobacco, at times, af
fords a stimulus, which the system requires; at
other times that its effect is soothing. Some pro
fess to use it film medicinal motives—as a laxa
tive; or those who reside in a damp, unhealthy
atmosphere, as a neutralizer of malaria. Each
victim enslaved by this vice has his own apology
for the use of tobacco; but the loVe of it, or of
its effects upon the system temporally, is the true
reason why he persists in its use.
Can it be possible, that men of intelligende
and education can have their minds so warped, or
that they can become so enslaved by this vice as
to become blind to its real effects upon their sys
tem ? Do not such know that tobacco is one of
the most powerful poisons we possess; and that
when used by the novice it invariably occasions
headache, sickness, and vomiting; while the con
tinued 'use of it engenders dyspepsia,.giddiness,
disturbed action of the heart, nervous irritability,
and frequently paralysis?
Says a distinguished surgeon of St. Thomas'
Hospital: "I know of nu single vice which does
so much harm as smoking. It is a snare and de
lusion. It soothes the nervous system at the
PHILADELPHIA, THURSDAY, OCTOBFR 28, 1869.
time,
to render it more irritable and fecme ulti
mately."
It is also an admitted medical fact, that indi
viduals addicted to the use of tobacco are less
likely to recover when prostrated by disease than
those who abstain from it; inasmuch as the sys
tem is enfeebled by the use of it. In but few
instances are tobacco chewers, or smokers, found
to be men of strength, energy, or manly firmness.
It is affirmed that the students of our colleges
destrOy their physical and moral powers by
smoking tobacco, so as to unfit them to prosecute
their studies; the average rank in their classes
showing them to be greatly inferior in ability and
attainments to the non smokers. This has been
testeby careful examination both in our own
insti tions of learning and' in the Polytechnic
Coll e e i n Paris. As an illustration of its dele
-1
torio use prize fighters and boat racers are pro
hibitetobacco.
/
No in view of all these facts, and thousands
more hick might be,adduced, and which are,
doub*ss, familiar to men of intelligence; how
is it that this practice, sd' filthy, so de,giading, and
so enervating to. the system, should be persisted
in, and that, too, as my little questioner suggest
ed, by ~ food Christian people ?"-
Can they reconcilwit to their consciences thus
to, undermine boulth, onfeeble the vital powers,
at one time lo unnaturally excite the system, at
another / to paralyze the mental 'forces, and thus
destroy their influoupe, for good in the com
munity,: and in the ' church in which they may be
members?
_ Andjhow mauyof the young are led by the ex-
Smill'e of,sitch into the use of tobacco, and too
often; ill'as,tinto `t6 use of liquor, to which the
foViiierlisa l n incoritive, by creating an unnatural
thirst, and causing depression, to remove which
the fniee_cup is resorted to. And then; do the
"qgbod!Christian. peoplb" ever reflect upon the
t,:altmenic ccip.oll,7lg of money which, they waste upon
- this flaky,- poisonous weed? Enough to furnish
e
,Pe. 9 ,4 18 tqlTange ,l
.liz.-, the nation
After my little one / had heard the reply to his
question;fth given aliova, " Because they like it,"
he responded, " But don't, they know that its
mrughtyfr"
I will leave this question for the`" good Chris
tian pdople" to answer to their own hearts sand
conscieuce.s, while, if any belonging to this class
can affpd a consistent and sound argument for
the use of tobacco, the writer of this article will
0
be glad t o hear from them. A. A.I. C.
.:,,MRS. ALLISON'S COSMETIC.
.
...
A wbary, troubled-looking lady presided
over a ikoely-prepared breakfast in a warm,
sunny. i
4 >
fining -room of a handsome dwelling.
they was not looking so tired, we
should ay that we had been gainers by
ohangink cooks," said Alfred.
" Yes, indeed," said father. "We haven%
seen such feathery cakes as these for many
a morning, nor such a nicely broiled steak.
The face brightened considerably as
mother li,ened to the praises on all bides,
but the ol# k perplexity remained deep in the
heart Still
"Four girls in as many months ,is really
enough to ; try Job's patience. I really
think thaVeach succeeding one-Was worse
than the one before her."
" nay average pretty well," said Mr.
Allison. "The list girl sent us everything
turned to a crisp, and the one before had
everything underdone!'
"It is some comfort to think that no one
girl concipntrates all the bad points into
one. I find untidiness to be the great
speciality, of this last one. If it were not
for the amount of extra work I had to do
this morning, I should not feel nearly so
tired. Indeed,.l. have seriously considered
the question of doing my own work for a
while, and see how I make out. Only one
matter troubles me—that is the washing
and ironing ; and I shave not strength for
that. If we could only put it out of the
house, as is done in European countries,
and have it all come back in nice order,
the labor of housekeeping would be cut
down one half. When my housekeeping
was once reduced to my own systeni I
should have little difficulty in preparing
our meals-and clearing them away. All the
chamberwork Lina and I do now."
" I fear it would be too hard for you," re
marked Mr. Allison.
" 1 hardly think it could wear on me
worse than my present vexations. The
physician has always ordered 'more exer
cise' for me."
" &mother! I will help you all I can if
we can only get on without a cross Marga
ret or Bridget in the kitchen," said little
Caroline, who was just ten years old in
May.
"And I, too," said Alfred. " I am tired
enough of this despotism below stairs. I
will get up and make the fires every morn
ing!,
," That would be a great help," said the
mother. " And I know, if my boy under
takes it, he =will carry it out."
" But the washing and ironing is ' the
trouble," said mother. •
"If you are seriously determined to
undertake such an enterprise," said father,
"I know of a poor woman who would re
joice to ufidertake the washing. She is the
wife of that poor porter who broke his leg
the ether/day. They live just back of my
warehouse. She can't leave her baby to go
out to wash, and would like very much to
take it in. It would be a real charity to
employ her.".
The
The washing went to oor Nora, and
mother and the children 'undertook the
housekeeping. After a few days the wheels
were all put into 'orderly motion, and the
family machinery moved on with delight
ful regularity. Oh ! the, comfort there is
in a well,regulated home!
Now there was no anxiety about the
week's washing and ironing. There seemed
to be no great break in the week, as there
used to be when it was done in the house.
Instead. of losing her health, mother's pale
cheeks had won back their old-time roses.
The doctor was never needed now, and the
delicate little Lima was never before in such
blooming health. Alfred was growing more
considerate and tboughful about the house,
and it was generally decided that the happi
ness stock of the household was more than
doubled.
With children old enough to be useful,
and no little one demanding constant, care,
such an experiment can often be tried with
great profit. There are many delicate, pale
cheeked ladies who could win back their
roses too, by discharging a servant and
taking her place.
Abundant, healthful labor is the most
beautiful of all cosmetics.—Arthur's Home
Magazine.
RICH FOR A MOMENT.
The British ship Britannia was off the
coast of Brazil, and had on board a large con
signment of Spanish dollars. In the hope of
saving some of them, a number of barrels
were brought on deck, but the vessel went
to pieces so fast that the only hope for life
was in taking at once to the boats. The last
boat was about to plash off, -.Ashen a young
midshi l anan went back to see if any one was
still, on board. To his surprise there sat a
man on deck with a hatchet in his hand,
with which he had broken open several of
the casks, the contents of which he was now
heaping about him.
" What are you doing there ?" shouted the
youth. "Don't you know the ship is fast
going to pieces ?"
"The ship may go," said the man; "I have
lived a poor wretch all my life, and I am
determined to die rich."
His remonstrances were answered only by
another flourish of the hatchet, and he was
left to his fate.
We should,count such a person a madman,
but he has too many imitators. Men seem
determined to die rich at all hazards. Least
of all risks do they count the chance of los
ing the soul in the struggle at any moment
at all. And yet,the only riches we can bug
to our bosom with joy, in our dying hour,
are the riches of grace through Jesus Christ,
which we must make ours before the dark
hour comes. Oh 1 how rich many have died
in their garrets and huts, while kings and
princes have entered on the other lite more
destitute than. beggars. Who would not
rather choose to be rich for eternity, than
rich for the fleeting moment in which the
ship is sinking into the dark waters?—S. S.
Times.
BUDGET OF ANECDOTES.
—But few ministers reach the experience of
Bishop Whatcoat. The story goes that on one
occasion some younger preachers were telling
their trials in his presence. The sum of their
talk was, that , when they felt after preaching
that their sermon had been a success, Satan
tempted them to pride, and when they thought
that they had failed, tempted them to dis 7
couragetnent. They finished, and waited for, the
venerable Bishop to speak, but he was silent.
They then questioned him particularly :
Wt.:ll, Bishop, have you these experiences,
too?" .
No," said the Bishop, " No r."
" What," said they, " does Satan never tell
you that you have preached well or ill r"
"Oh I yes," answered. the Bishop, but "it
gives me no. trouble."
" What; then," said they, "is your reply to
the tempter ?"
" Why,' said Bishop Whatcoat, " when he
tells me I have preached well, I answer, " Yes,
pretty well, for a poor worm,' and wen be
charges that I have preached poorly, I answer :
'`.Yes, but there is little to be expected from a
poor worm.' "
—A good' story is told of a Quaker landlord at
Atlantic City. An urchin, of five or . six years,
was seen by him drumming. noisily upon a hand-
some walnut balustrade. The Friend remon
strated without effect, and then quietly took him
up bodily and carried him into the back-yard.
In a moment the boy's angry mother made her
appearance, and opened upon the landlord with
a torrent of invective, concluding with, "
leave this house instantly." The Quaker immedi--
ately touched a, bell,'and said to the dark-skinned
waiter who responded to the call, " Leonidas, go
up ,to 42, and bring down' this friend's baggage
when she tells thee she is ready for thee. if she
wants thee to get a carriage for her, or has any
other commands until she is gone, thee will see
them attended to." The lady suddenly began to cool
down, apologized, and asked to be allowed to re
tain her •room, but only received the reply, "My
house shall never make any one a liar., My
bookkeeper will settle with thee. Fare thee
well." Soon afterwards her trunks were taken
down stairs by the stout ne g ro, to the music of
her boy's voice, caused by her imparting to him
unexpected caloric with a strip of shingle,
—Samuel A. King, an aeronaut, detail an
amusing adventure /n the northern wilds of
Maine, where hb decided to alight. A woman
who was returning from milking, suddenly
dropped her pail, and ran to the house, franti
cally screaming, " Oh, it's A forerunner !I know
it's a forerunner !" The people had never be
fore heard of a balloon. The oldest man of them
all, however, finally seemed to, hit upon the right
idea, and coming up to Mr. King in a jocose
way, said, "Ah ! yeer skeedadlers!" Mr. King
shook his head, when ' pointing to the balloon,
the old man asked, "How many more is there
up akar? It didn't take so big a coach to bring
so few of ye ?" He was induced to change his
mind at last, when ",big coach" lay prone upon
the ground.
—A little girl, who was put upon upon the
witness stand in Justice Stephens' office, a few
days ago, gave a very unexpected and good , an-
swer why the truth should be. told. After
taking the oath, the attorney for the party in
whose interesi sbe had been summoned, asked her
if she knew the. nature of the obligation she had just
taken—what she was obliged to do:? " Yes, sir,"
was the reply; "I must till' the truth." The at- ,
torney fbr the other side immediately asked,
Why talon you tell the ttnth ?" Answer : "Be
cause if I don't this case won't be won.." The wa
swer produced a sensation, and the girl was per
mitted to testify without , farther
Cleveland P/aludettkr. • •
—An exchange says that two clergymen, on
of whom had succeeded another in a c .uetry
parish, were overheard as they compared
" Mr. ---- is still living ?''
"Oh yes ; one of the best men is the p ar .
ish; not very liberal, but a good man, and very
rich."
" What does he do for your support?"
" Well, not much, but he pays his pew rent.”
" Does he sell vinegar now ?"
" Oh I yes; he has one of the largest orchard,
in the parish ; and is so conscientious that hi
cider is all made into vinegar."
" Does be give you any of his vinegar ?"
" Not he."
"So it was in my day. His vinegar was made to sell. When .his daughter sickened and
died, I went there almost every day, about five
miles off. When she died, she had a great fune
ral, and I sat up most of the night to write a
funeral sermon. I called the next day, Then
a few days after I went, and thought I would
carry my vinegar-jug, which just then happened
to he empty. The jug, was filled. I did not
like to take it away Without offering to pay, an d
so I said, as meekly as possible : ' What shall
I, pay you ?" Well, .said my good parishioner,
' I generally charge twenty-five cents a gallon,
but seeing as how.you have been so kind to me
in trouble, etc., I won't charge you but twenty
cents.' At this time I had eleven children
.• •
and was liviug on a salary of six hundred dol
.',
lars per annum.
—Some years ago, the paintings on the inside
of the dome of St. Paul's London, wanted repair.
It was contrived, in order to save trouble and
expense, that a suspended, scaffold should be
made, supported by a ledge haif a yard wide, and
hanging by ropes running through holes in the
dome An experienced ship's carpenter under
took the job, and began it by stepping out of a
small door at the foot of the dome, on the ledge
in, question, from which there was.a clear fill of
200 feet to the pavement. He walked a few
.
steps, and then found that the inward curve of
the dome made him unable to stand upright,
and caused him to lean over dangerously, with
an altered and unsteady curve of gravity.
Seized all at once with an overpowering sense of
fear, he managed nevertheless to turn his face
to the dome and to rest, being once more able to
stand upright, till he had recovered his senses.
Then to his horror, he found that he had forgot
ten on which side of him the door was, or how
far off it was, and in trying to get to it
. by
short - sidelonc , steps, took the wrong direction,
and literally walked in search of it round the
whole base of the dome, falling into_the door at
ladt utterly prostrated, and feeling, as he said,
" ten years older." However, he made the
scaffold afterwards, and used to tell the story of
his fright, while walking about the ledge in the
most, unconcerned way.
—An intelligent young mother inquired some
time since how she could- best preserve her
child's linen clean and sweet, when changed ire
quently during bhe day. I directed her never to
dr,y it before the fire, but in the sun and open
air, -if the weather permitted. You: thus not
only avoid saturating, the air- of your rooms with
the volatile and poisonous gases driven out of
your linen, but the sun's rays' have powers of
cleansing and disaffecting which, artificial heat
has not, and will purify and preserve the linen.
She followed my directions, but as is too often
the practice, dried and aired it in the' nursery
window. Ref fastidious husband remonstrated
in' vain against this unseemly exposure. Be
lieving that if she saw her practice as others saw
it, she would desist:; he so directed their after
noon walk as to bring the nursery window in
full view from a central part of the town. Stop
ping abruptly, he pointing to the offendinr , linen
flapping conspicuously in the breeze, and asked
sarcastically
"My dear, what is that displayed from our
window r •
Why," sbe proudly replied,
Flag of our Union." •
Conquered by this pungent retort, he saluted
the flag with a swing of his bat, and pressing
his wife's arm closer within his own, sang• as
they walked homeward :
"And long may it wave."
Silesian, paper gives the following anec
dote of Count Bismarck :—The pesants on the
Count's estate had got into the bad habit ,of
working on Sundays. The Count heard of it,
and wrote to his bailiff, "There must be an end
of it." The bailiff answered, "The people are
not to blame. Six days, from morning to night,
they have to work on the estate, and yet they
have their own bit of land to look after, and so
they have only Sunday left to do it in." But the
Count will not listen to such excuses, and writes
back " From - this time forward a new order is
to be introduced. When my people have land,
and their. corn is ripe, they are to begin• with
their own first." The bailiff informs the peasants
of the Count's demands, and adds, "But now no
more work on Sundays." The result, is that the
peasants say to
,each other, "The Master shall
not lose a farthing by caring for us first, so les
us work with a will,' and they do it too. Never
was the work done so well, and so rapidly, and
the bailiff could write to the Count a few days
afterwards, " That was a capital hit, and nobody
has had morn advantage from it than we. It
was all finished in the twinkling of an eye."
—Many years 'ago, a then celebrated clergy
man in Connecticut printed a pamphlet to ex
plain the meaning of a Hebrew "point," and
came very near making a dissension, if not di
vision, of his denomination, only, fortunately, a
careful examination of the clergyman's copy of the
Hebrew Bible showed that the doubtful and
distracting• "point""after all, was only a fly
speck!
—Mark Twain thinks that the
woman who
marries Anna Dickinson will have a capable pro-
—When Fred ,Douglass was travelling on
a Sound boat and compelled to take the " deck,"
his dignified appearance led a compassionate offi
cer to think that his condition might be Unproved
during the passage, if the bar of "color" could
be avoided. So quietly watching • his oppor
tunity, he approached the imam, and inquired
significantly : " Indian Y' -" No, nigger!" frank
ly and sententiously responded Fred, and paid
the penalty for his truthAllness by remaining a
deeklassenger all night, walking to keep warm.
"that is the