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TIS NEVKR TJJLVftf T> >1 U >
Mao! dc.oß some passion enslave you.
Degrading your body and soul?
Some devil's lure master and brave you,
The siren, the dice, or the bowl?
Oh! pause for a moment and barken,
And take the advice of a friend.
Ere life's day iu death's night shall darkeu—
'Tis never too late to uieud.
It may be that siu has enthralled you
Through many a long misspent year.
That Conscience has pleadingly called you
Till her voice yon no longer can hear;
That day after day you are going
The road that iu ruin will eud,
Besotted and blinded—not knowing
'Tis never too late to mend.
No brave man is he, but a coward,
No freeman is he, but a slave,
Who yields, by bis passious o'erpowered,
No blow strikes his manhood to save.
Come, rouse up your heart, if within it
There's one longing your fetters to reud!
Man! fight the good fight aud you'll win it—
'Tis never too late to mend.
With your body, yotir soul, aud your spirit.
Fight constant and instant 'gainst sin;
Long and sore though the fight, never fear it.
Fight on to the eud aud you 11 win.
Each lure you resist makes you stronger.
Each struggle some fetter will rend.
Till at last you're a sin-slave no longer—
'Tis never too late to mend.
How Jessie Conquered.
"Yes, I am pretty, very pretty. There's
no denying that. My glass tells me so,
anil I am sure I have heard it often
enough to believe it by this time, if my
male admirers are to be credited. But
then I dou't always believe what they say.
These meu who make love to me, how they
do rave over the 'golden glory' of my hair,
and my 'shell-tinted cheek,' and my 'liq
uid brown eyes,'Oh, dear! I won
der if 1 shall ever love any man enough to
rave over his jierfections, either opeulv or
in secret ? 1 think 1 should rather like to
fall in love. Ileally in love I nieau, be
cause of course one has to be just a little
mite so, in order to enjov a flirtation. Peo
ple say that love is half p on, but I
shouldn't think that could be so, if one
may judge by the countenances of most
lovers one meets. Perhaps if I were to
fall in love, I might find that soul they
say I lack. Col. xYnstrutber called me Un
dine once, and maybe 1 really am without
much feeling on this subject. But, some
way or other, it does seem so funny to see
men distressing themselves, and growing
miserable, because I don't happen to mar
ry them! lam sure 1 don't see why they
want me for a wife. I dare say I'm an ex
tremely nice girl to talk and walk and
drive with, and I must say I am a splendid
partner for a waltz; but I can't endure
anything like housekeeping, or sewing or
scolding servants, or—or anything but just
having a good time, and plenty of fuss
made over me. 1 wonder, though, really,
if the man is liviug whom I am destined to
The last remark being uttered aloud,
called forth a response from young lady
number two, sitting in the low window
seat, busy arranging some choice flowers.
"Well, indeed, dear, I should hope so,
unless you have just returned from Ire
land, or else intend to marry a baby."
"From Ireland! what on earth has Ire
land to do with it f Oh, I see. I made a
regular "bull." But what I mean is,
whether I am to have Mrs. written before
my name on the tomb stone or spinster,
after it. In other words, whether 1 ever
shall be married at all,"
I suppose by this time the reader will
want to know "what's the name, and
where's the home" of these two "fayre
ladyes.''Allow me, then to introduce to
you Miss Jessie Conrad and her young
married sister. Mrs. Monbray, at present
residing at Lyndehurst, located in, no
matter which county, of one of these
United States of America. The Conrads
have rented Lyndehurst for many consec
utive summers, and truly it is a lovely re
treat, away from the dust and heat and
noise of the great city.
"If 1 do get married," the girl resumed,
"it shall be to some man rich enough to
buy Lyndehurst for me when the time
comes for it to be sold. That can't be
very long now, by the way. What a
strange idea that was of old Mr. Lynde's,
that an heir to the propeaty would ever
turn up, after all these years! He deserv
ed to suffer remorse, the old curmndgeon,
after turning his only daughter out of
doors, just because she married a man who
wasn't quite as rich as he wished his son
in-law to be. Let me see; the property
was to be in the hands of trustees, or ex
ecutors, or whatever they are called, until
after the lapse of fifteen years, and then if
neither his daughter or any child of hers
comes to claim it, it is to go to various
charities. Judge Angus told me all about
it yesterday, I only wish the trustees
could regard me as a fit subject for chari
ty, on whom to bestow Lyndehurst, for 1
do love every spot about this place. But I
must stop wishing for impossibilities and
go and dress, or 1 won't be prepared to
conquer the invincible, whom Mrs. Angus
is going to bring here this afternoon. He
has rather a nice name, by the way, Harry
Hazelion. I wonder if he himself is as
nice. Because, if so, 1 might get slightly
epriee , you know."
"You cau spare yourself the trouble,"
laughed her sister, "for he certainly can
not buy Lyndehurst for you, having an I
extremely narrow income. And as you
have just announced your intention of
making Mr. Jessie Conrad present you
with that place, Mr. Hazel ton ought to be
safe from your fascinating arts. There is
Mrs. Angus now, with two gentlemen.
Do hurry, Jessie dear, or you will not be
The invincible, as Miss Conrad has call
ed him, at heart certainly merited no such
title. He had so far resisted the fascina
tions of the fair sex, undoubtedly, and was
apparently quite indifferent as to the ef
fect he might be able to produce on them
himself, but this indifference was mere
surface calmness, and the result of pride
and sensitiveness. He was poor, and not
likely to be able to marry for many years
to come, in consequence, so he kept a strict
guard over his affections.
Very agreeable Jessie found him, and
the very fact that he had so far success
fully resisted the charms of other women,
made her all the more determined that
Harry Hazelton should not be the first
man to meet her with indifference.
The battle proved unequal before long
MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MARCH 17. 1881.
but not precisely as Miladi had planned.
Mr. Hazel ton came and went; walked,
drove and danced with her, but still with
the same polite,calm nonchalant manner
with which he met other women. Jessie
grew thoroughly piqued. Exercised all her
arts and pretty coquetries, and still failing
to win the special admiration, nay even
love, on which she had counted, she found
herself bestowing much more thought on
this provoking man, than she had ever
wasted 011 one of his species before.
Of course he knew nothing ot all this.
Whatever may have been his own feelings
on the subject, it never once occurred to him,
that she was thinking of auythiug more
serious than the mere amusement of the
hour. Or did she herself kuow what it
Matters were in this state, when the
Burtons, whose place adjoined Lynde
hurst announced their intention of giving
a ball, to which a number of city people
were invited. Jessie, by this time, had
determined to try indifference also, but on
her first attempt had her temper ruffled by
the flash of amusement which succeeded
the usual expression of half-dreamy
calm, in the eyes of her tormentor.
llarry Hazeltou was rather a handsome
man. He hail a flne tigure. and whatever
his features lacked of perfect symmetry,
was atoned for by the bright intelligence
an d frank truth fullness of his expression.
A few days before Mrs. Burton's ball,
llazelton announced his inteution of leav
ing the country as soon as it was over. The
time he had allowed himself for rest and
recreation was nearly over, and he must
return to the city and to his work. Then
Jessie learnt, as by a flash, that what she
had thought only disapointment anil pique;
this feeling that had filled her thoughts
with his image; was something deeper.
Something that terrified her, and made her
understand, somewhat, the pain which she
had too often carelessly inflicted on others.
Hazelton was looking at her earnestly,
though, so, with some laughing remark,
she changed the subject, and soon after
left the room.
From this time, her manner to him was
more indifferent aud coquettish than ever.
She was trying to prove to herself, as well
as to him, that she cared not for either his
presence or departure.
The night of the ball, Jessie, and several
friends who had come up from town for it,
were waiting in the drawing-room lor some
more tardy individual, when Harry Hazel
ton dropped in, en passant. Jessie was
making up little bouquets to decorate the
coats ol two gentlemen, who, in full party
rig. were earnestly* watching the process.
"There, Captain Roland, could anything
be lovelier ! " she exclaimed, as she handed
to one of them an exquisite combination of
tea-rose buds, heliotrope aud geranium
"Nothing could possibly be more lovely.
Miss Conrad," he answered, not looking
at the flowers at all, but into her face in
Just then Jessie saw Hazelton approach
ing, and smiling up into Captain Roland's
face,she gave him acoquettish glance from
her soft eyes. But no one noticed the tight
closing of her lips, or the flush that over
spread her countenace, as she bent over
the table for more blossoms.
"And what shall yours be, Major Oolde?"
asked Miss Conrad.
anything you like, Miss Conrad.
1 leave it to your taste entirely. Knowing
how perfect that is always."
This was a safe thing for the gallant
major-to do, under most circumstances, as
he didn't know one flower from another
But to-night, Jessie, seized with a spirit
of mischief, arranged a little bunch of
marigolds, and pinning them to his coat,
bade him go ask Marie Burton the name of
his flowers, and they might serve him a
double purpose. The poor man was deep
ly smitten with a young lady in the neigh
borhood, but being bashful, could never
muster up the courage to propose to her.
Jessie thought she would help him a little.
Major Golde looked puzzled, and there
was a general laugh, in the midst of which
she heard Hazeiton's voice saying softly—
"l choose forget-me-nots for mine, Miss
But Jessie pretended not to hear, and
exclaiming. "Come, come, good people,
we are sadly forgetting .Mrs. Burton and
those delicious Strauss waltzes 1" she
moved slowly toward the door., singing
softly to herself.
Some time before, she had promised
Hazelton a certain special dance for this
ball, but changed her mind afterward, and
was quite ready to ignore his claim. She
was just going off with someone else,when
he came to remind her of it, and she had a
saucy, half petulant answer on her lips,
when he said eagerly—
"Don't say you have forgotten these.
You must at least remember that this is my
last dance with you."
His face and tone were more earnest
than she bad ever known them, and, half
against her will, she yielded. As soon as
the much disgusted young man to whom
Jessie made her excuses had tpken himself
off, Hazelton said —
"It is too warm to dance this evening;
will you come into the gardens with me in
stead?" and Jessie assented, much mar
velling at his sudden indifference to the
long promised ''German."
They strolled on for some minutes, talk
ing lightly and carelessly of indifferent
subjects, until their path crossed a pretty,
spafkling little stream, spanned by a rustic
bridge. The moonlight was floating all
things with a soft radiance; streaming over
the golden hair, and deepening the lovely,
I liquid eyes of the young girl. Jessie
looked like a veritiable Undine that night,
in her robes of pale green gauze, with the
jewels sparkling about her like drops of
purest water where they catch the rays of
light. Turning to one side Harry Hazel
ton arranged a seat for her at the foot ot a
tree, and half reclining on the grass at her
feet, began throwing pebbles into the water.
Neither spoke for some time, for Jessie
did not understand this new mood of his,
and was occupied besides in trying to un
derstand and quell the tumult of emotions
in her own breast. Presently Hazelton
"Miss Conrad,! asked you for a few for
get-me-nots this evening, and you refused
them. Was it so great a request to make?"
Fori know that you heard me."
"Perhaps I did; but you ought to know
that it is too late for for-get-me-nots to
"1 begin to fear so, indeed," he an
swered. half bitterly. "But if that was
your real reason, will you not give me a
flower now ? The one that I shall choose?"
"Oh, yes, certainly. But you will have
'to confine your choice to a dahlia or a
sunflower, for 1 don't see anything else
growing near," she said, laughing remorse
lluzelton smiled slightly.
"Even a sunflower would be precious, if
you gave it, Jessie; but I had hoped for
another flower than that, to night, to wear
uear my heart: I want you to give me
back my heartsease, Jessie, which I lost
many weeks ago, and never dared, till to
day, make any efforts to regain. For I
love you! I love you, you beautiful child,
and 1 know that there is a soul,and a warm
true heart beating beneath this mantle of
apparent indifference. Ltn>k into my eyes
darling, ami tell me it I have read you
He had risen, as she lifted her eyes to
his, Jessie saw something iu them, which
had never been there before. Something
which made her whole being thrill, and
overcome, and frightened by this strange
uew feeling, she burst into a passion of
tears. But Hazelton had seen her face,
and was apparently at no loss to under
stand their cause, for caressing the golden
head that lay on Ids breast, with a thou
sand teuder words, he soothed her into
And the moonlight streamed lovingly
over tlieni; and the streamlet, and the
night winds whispering through the trees,
told one another of the Undine, who had
found her heart, only to lose it again. And
this was how Jessie conquered the "Invin
Not many days later, the whole neigh
borhood was electrified by the discovery of
the owner of LyndehursL. His parents
had died, while he was yet a mere baby,
aud the child was brought up and educated
by some charitable person. The return of
au old woman, who had once been his
nurse, after many years absence from the
country, led at last to his identfication-
The name of the lost heir of Lyudehurst
was llarry Hazelton.
"Hut Tall VarmiuU."
If a hunter, out prospecting, govs through
woods or clearings or open fields and finds
the stones turned up for acfes aud acres,
he knows a bear has been there and has
made his home for the nonce m the vicin
ity. ltcars are very fond of crickets, slugs
and bugs of all kinds, and they know that
their favorite insects make their homes in
the fall under stones on the grouud. Con
sequently they select sjjots where the
ground is covered with stones, and turn
tiiem up to get at the bugs. Yellow jacket
and hornet nests, or rather their contents,
are favorite morsels with the black bear.
If a bear sees a yellow jacket or a hornet
working in the woods he acts like a crazy
thing until he finds the hole the one enters
or the tree or rock to which the nest of the
other is fastened. He prances and dances
around through the woods, licking his
chops and whining aud growling until his
unerring scent lends him to the object of
his search. Then he gets right down to
business. Yellow jackets build their nests
in the gnund. Whan the bear finds one
it takes but a few swoops,of his fore paws
to turn it inside out. Thf Jbecs swarm out
in clouds and cover the bear until he looks
as if he was painted yellow. He pays no
attention to their attacks, altnough an as
sault of yellow jackets on almost any other
animal would soon result in death. The
bear merely shuts his eyes and grins as he
scoops the honey out with his paws and
l;cks them off until the nest is despoiled of
every trace of its sweetness The old hun
ter who gives these observations on the do
mestic habits of the liear declares that he
shot a big bear once in Pinchot Swamp,
over in the High Knob region. He killed
it, but when he went in to drag the carcass
out he lound that the bear had been rob
bing a yellow jacket's nest, and it was still
covered with the fiery little insects. "If
that b'ar had been wounded only, and had
showed tight, I'd waltzed right into it
without any delay. But when one o'them
cussed little hot tail varmints of a yaller
jacket came a divin' at me I didn't want
none o' him, and I cut and nin. 1 wau'i
steered o' no wounded b'ar, but that yaller
bee scared me out. I didn't dare to go
after that b'ar till next day."
A 1,000 fir H Right or Her.
The other night Bicklre went home in
Detroit, nd found his wife particularly
retrospective. She talked of the past with
a tear and looked to the future with a
"Oh, by the way," said Bickels, as he
sat ou the side of the bed pulling off bis
boot. "I saw a gentleman down town to
day who would give a thousand dollars te
"Who was he? Does he live in Little
"I don't know his home."
"I'll warrant you that it was Oliver
"Then he must be George Weatherton."
"Guess again. I might know his name
if I were to hear it."
"Oh, I do wish I knew 1" said the lady,
exhibiting excitement. "Was it Oscar
"Guess again. I remember his name
"No ; his name is Lucas Wentwing."
"1 don't know a man by that name.
Why would he give a thousand dollars to
"Because he's blind."
How Ban Huh Kill Whale*. '
No one whose experience has ever given
hiui an opportunity to consider the differ
ence in sixe between a whale and a sawfish
would for a moment suspect the latter of
eating the former. Yet as honest a look
ing Captain as ever thrilled at the prospect
of being interviewed by a reporter, inti
mated that such, though unsuspected gen
erally, is a fact. The Captain was over
hauled on the Pacific Mail dock, having in
charge the beak of a sawfish, measuring
five feet in length and armed with twenty
teeth on either side. "Saw'em? O'course
they don't saw 'em; they jabs 'em. They
cruise alongside a whale and jabs 'em until
they strike their engine rooms or some such
part, and that settles 'em. Eats 'em ?
Why look herel What else would they kill
'em for ?" The Captain's argument was of
the salty nature, that is, unanswerable, and
the reporter was content to silently con
sider the proposition whether the captain's
capacity for yarns or the sawfish's appetite
was deserving the greatest admiration.
Still listening, the reporter was inlormed
that the fish to which the beak belonged
measured twenty feet tong, and was killed
in a tide-marsh near San Bias, Mexico,
where the fish was stranded by an ebb-tide.
A drunken policeman in New York, a
few nights ago, took the obelisk for a dis
orderly polo player in a red ulster, and,
going up to the monolith, arrested it. The
ice at the base of the stone added to the
uncertainty ot the policenianV footing, and
as he swayed around it seemed to him that
while he was as firm as a rock his prisoner
was not only drunk and disorderly but was
trying to escape. Then, with a presence
of mind always present, drunk or sober, he
drew out his club and began to make his
mark alongside the ancient Egyptian hiero
glyphs. Having worked himself into a
secure position, where he no longer slip
ped, he concluded that he had brought his
prisoner to terms. Then he determined to
get the necessary pedigree for the police
"What is yer name?"
"Where was you born f"
"On what ?"
"On Egyptian soil."
"Whar you imperent devil ?"
"None of yer furrin jabber to me. I
hate furriners. Mind yees, yer in New
Yawk now, the capitule of the Irish re
public. Now, how old are you ? "
"Throe thousand five hundred and eighty
"Now I know yer drunk. Married or
"I've got a sister."
"Wall, I don't care ef you have fifty.
Have you got a woife and family ? '
"There were forty in the family."
"An' d'ye mane to say yer the daddy of
'em all ? Bejabbers, if you don't answer me
question I'll break yer skull."
"You refer to my pyramidion, I suppose?"
"None of yer furren talk, I tould you.
Now, tell me if you are married."
"1 am wedded to solitude."
"Ye belong to a quare family. Yer name
is Tommies O'Bliskes, and yer woife's
name is Sally Tude. Be g;rra. I belaive
yer're a crooked man. Now. what's yoqr
"A policeman. I have been out on post
for 3,000 years."
"Are yer a Tammany man f"
"I don't understand."
"Whj's yer backer, who got you on the
"The man on Ann street? many of us
have the same influence. Do you get a
steady stakv f You do ? Thin you must
be a Captain. No wonder you're tough,"
and divining that he had made a mistake,
the policeman ran away as fast as his legs
would take him, while the obelisk took an
other nap ot a thousand years.
The Fairy 1B the Pink.
J list when the rosy day peeped over the
hills a lovely pink bloomed in the garden.
Its sweet brqftth floated away on the air,
and wakened a fairy who was sleeping un
der a blade of grass. The little lady sprang
"Oh, dear," she sighed, 'fit is too late
to go home to-day!" And she flew swiftly
to the pink and nestled m its fragrant
By aud by little Helen came down the
garden path, aud spied the blushing pink.
She ran to it, and stooping down she
cried, "You darling pretty flowerand
Then the fairy raised her tiny head and
kissed lit tie Helen on the lips. Helen did
not see her, but her heart became so glad
that she folded her soft hands over the pink
and said, "Y'ou have made me so happy
that you shall be my only own."
She picked the rosy piuk with the fairy
still nestled in a fragrant corner. "Oh,
mamma!" she cried, as she saw her moth
er in the garden, "I have found such a
lovely flower, and I have taken it for my
only own, and I never was so happy."
"Very well, Helen," answered her moth
er, "see if you can be as sweet ail day long
as your lovely carnation. But come now
with me; lam going to carry some oranges
and jelly to poor sick Flora. You may
bring your pink with you and show it to
So they went to the room where little
Flora lay upon her bed. Her face was as
white, almost, as the pillow. She smiled
as Helen and her mother came near, and
her eyes brightened as she saw the jelly
and orange. But when little Helen came
to her side she reached out her hand tor
the sweet carnation.
Then Helen held the piuk to Flora's hot
lips, and the little fairy crept slyly out and
"Keep it," whispered Helen, softly; "it
makes your eyes 1 x>k like heaven."
Flora clasped the flower in her Augers,
and pressed it again to her hps. Then a
sweet smile swept over her face as she
sighed, "How glad it makes me 1"
"ies," replied Helen's mother, "you
look as if you would soon get well now."
And the fairy in the fragrant corner of the
pink laughed. Her name was Heart's Con
"What a happy day 1" said little Helen.
Came to lilto*.
Recently two dogs got into a dispute on
Fourth street, near Michigan avenue, De
troit, and from growls they came to bites.
They were pretty evenly matched, and the
contest continued until a crowd of fifty
people had formed a circle. Pretty soon
a ministerial looking person halted, watch
ed the fight for a half a minute, and then
hurried out on the avenue and said to a
"My good man, a dog fight is a brutal
spectacle, and it lies in your power to end
' 'Drive right tlirough the crowd and over
the animals. I'll warrant they'll stop their
bloody work before they will b trodden
"I guess I'll try it," mused the milkman,
and he gathered up the reins, yelled at the
crowd and drove for the dogs.
It was a bad drive on him. The two
fighters kept right on at it, rolled under
the horse, and the next minute sixteen
gallons of milk were being absorbed by the
snow, the driver was in a drift and tbe
horse was shooting up Fourth street with
the sad remains of the old sleigh.
"Where —where in—where in Texas is
that chap who put me up to this?" gasped
the milkman as they pulled him out ot the
snow; but the sole answer was made by a
boy who pointed at the figure of a man un
der a plug hat traveling toward the City
Hail at the rate of twenty miles an hour.
Little Patty was eight years old. She
lived in the "Sunny South." tier father
was a planter, as great farmers are called
at the South. He lived in a village where
there were a great many good and kind
A poor nian who lived near Patty lost
his life ou the railroad- He had three little
children. Patty used to play with Mary, (
the oldest child. Mary's mamma was not
strong, and could not earn money enough
to feed and clothe her little ones.
One day Patty found her little friend
Mary, crying. Mary was hungry, as she
had no breakfast or dinner. Her mother
was sick abed. Patty cried, too, when
Mary told her what the matter was.
But she did something more than cry.
She went home and told her mother about
it. Then she carried ever so much food to
the poor woman and her hungry children.
Patty wanted to do still more. She called
together five of her little friends to help
her. It was early spring,aud and the woods
were full of honeysuckle all in blossom.
Patty's two big brothers helped her, too.
Before night they had covered the inside
of an old shop near the house, with honey
suckle vine and blossoms. The borrowed
pictures and other pretty things to put in
But the honeysuckle was the prettiest
thing there, except Patty; and they called
the shop "Honeysuckle Hall.'' Tnen the
little ones asked the good people to come
and see it. They charged five cents to go
in, and before night nearly all the people
n the village had been into "Honeysuckle
One of the big brothers stood at the door
and took the money. The six little girls
"did the honors" inside the hall. Most of
the folks who went in wanted to give more
than five cents. At night they had taken
over fifty dollars. Every cent of it was
given to Mary's poor mother.
Patty was happy al! day long. Her great
black eyes seemed to speak her pleasure.
Her face was all smiles as she stood by a
window, with honeysuckle iu her hands
and all around lier.
Do you want to know why she looked so
happy ? It ws because she was doing a
good deed. The poor woman and her three
little children were hungry no more.
Facts in the Caee.
A few weeks ago a train over one of the
railroads running west from Detroit, ran
over a cow just beyond the Grand Trunk
junction. The matter was reported at
headquarters, but the owner of the bo vine
was not beard of until a few days later,
when he entered the president's office and
remarked : "I guess we'd better settle up
now for that cow." you owned the
cow killed by one of our trains in Novem
ber, did you?" I expect I did." "And
'what did you value her at?" The man
scratched his head, hitched on his chair,
and finally replied: "Well, I dun no. My
brother-in-law said I had the company
tighter'n blazes, and he told me to say she
was a new milch cow and lay damages at
$70." "Yes." "But my wife said I'd
better say that the cow was not worth over
$50." "Yes. Well, how was it?" "That's
wfiere the stick cornea in, you see. 1 want
all she was worth, and yet I don't want to
swindle anybody. Fact is, she was an old
cow, dry as a bone, and worth about sls
for boarding-house beef. Yet she was
took away kinder sudden, and it made a
bad muss around the place, and 1 reckoned
you might add a little extra." "Let us
say $25." That's plenty. I s'posc 1 might
have had fifty just as well as not, but 1
didn't want to lie about it." "No ; never
tell a lie." ."Oh, I wouldu't have lied,
'cause I knew you sent a man out there to
git all the facts in the case!" replied the
man, as he received an order on the treas
urer for his check.
Winter In i;n*la.
• The Russians have a great knack for ma
king their winters pleasant, You feel
nothing ot the cold in those tightly-built
houses where all the doors and windows are
double, and where the rooms are kept warm
by big stoves hidden in the walls. There
is no damp in a Russian house, and the in
mates may dress indoors in the lightest of
garbs, which contrast oddly with the mass
of furs and wraps which they don when
going out. A Russian can afford to run
no risks of expoiure when he leaves the
house for a walk or drive. He covers his
head and ears with a fur bonnet, his feet
and legs with felt boots lined with wool or
fur; which are drawn on over the ordi
nary boots and trousers, and reach to the
knees ; he next cloaks himself in an ample
top-coat, with fur collar, lining and cuffs;
and he buries bis bauds in a pair of finger
less gloves of seal or bear skin. Thus
equipped, and with the collar of his coat
raised all round so that it muffles him up
to the eves, the Russian exposes only his
nose to the cold air; and he takes care fre
quently to give that organ a little rub to
keep the circulation going, A stranger
who is apt to forget that precaution, weuld
often get his nose frozen if it were not for
the courtesy of the Russians, who will al
ways warn him if they see his nose 'white
ning," and will, unbidden, help him to
chafe it vigorously with snow. In Russian
cities walking is just possible for men du
ring winter, but hardly so for ladies. The
women of the lower orders wear knee
boots those of the shop-keeping classes
seldom venture out at all; those of the ar
istocracy go out in sleighs. These sleighs
are by no means pleasant vehicles for ner
vous people, for the Kalmuc coachmen
drive them at such a terrifflc pace that they
frequently capsize; but persons not desti
tute of pluck find their motion most enjoy
able. It must be added that to be spilled
out of a Russian Sleigh is tantamount only
to getting a rough tumble on a soft mat
tress , for the very thick furs in which the
victim is sure to be wrapped will be enough
to break the fail,
Tbe houses and hovels of the Russian
workiDg classes are as well warmed aa those
of the aristocracy • A stove is always the
principal item of furniture in them; and
these contrivances are used to sleep on as
well as to cook in. The mujicfc, having
no bed, curls himself up on his stove at
his time for going to rest ; sometimes he
may be found creeping right into the stove
enjoying the delights of a good vapor
bath. The amount of heat which a Rus
sian will stand is amazing, and his care
lessness in facing the cold immediately af
terward not less so.
On a Saturday, which is gashing day all
over Russia, you may see in any village a
j mujick who has been cooking himself in
1 his stove till he is ot a color like boiled lob-
ster, rush naked into the snow, and roll
himself in it like a dog, till he glows all
over to his satisfaction. It seems mon
strous that one of the Russians principal
protections against cold—his beard—was
laid under penalty by Peter the Great and
subsequently by Elizabeth and Catherine
11, when they were trying to civilize their
subjects according to the custom of the
West. These three sovereigns all laid a
tax on beards; and peasants entering cities
on market days were required to exhibit iu
proof that they had paid their tax, a brass
coin stamped with a bearded face aud the
words, "boroda lignaia tiagota" (the beard
tax has been settled). This absurd impost
was abolished by Paul; but the effects of it
still survive in a manner, for the beard is
still considered "bad form" in aristocratic
circles. Military officers wear only mous
tache and whiskers; diplomatists and
other civil servants eschew the whiskers,
and generally reap their faces altogether.
A Russian with a beard is pretty sure to be
either a "Pope" or a member of one of the
classes below the upper middle.
Ihe Pedestrian and the Bloodhounds.
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Hearing Lord W. boast that his blood
hounds would track any living thing, by
scent alone, Co!. A. wagered a hundred
guineas they would not track a man, and
asked Mount joy to win the wager for him,
assuring the startled pedestrian there was
no danger of the dogs catching him as they
were slow runners, and he would take care
sufficient start was allowed him; the ob
ject being simply to test their power of
scent. The trial duly came off over three
miles of ground round Hempstead Heath.
After the dogs had sniffed at Mountjoy's
legs, he made his way leisurely for half
the course, when the dag was dropped and
the hounds set loose. They tracked their
quany splendidly, but were 000 yards be
hind when Mountjov reached the inn at
the end of the course, and shut the door
upon them, outside which they howled
their dissatisfaction until removed by their
keeper. Disbelievers in the bloodhound's
scent were still unconvinced, averring that
they bad sighted the man for part of the
journey at least; and to settle the point
beyond dispute, another match was made,
to be run at night, the distance this time
being but a mile and a half. Unsuspicious
of foul play, Mount joy went gayly on his
way, but had not accomplished more than
two-thirds of the distance allowed him by
the conditions, when his hair stood on end,
as the cry of the dogs, hot upon his trail,
reached his ears. They had been pur
posely slipped before the proper time,
without any warning. "For one second,"
said he, "1 stood stock still, as if I had
Iteen frozen, and then dashed awajr and ran
as 1 had never done before, and have never
since. I was in perfect training and con
dition, but the cold sweat broke (Hit from
every pore, and poured down my body,
while my legs seemed like lead, and I trem
bled all oyer. Still I kept desperately on,
while nearer and nearer came the deep
hoarse bay of the hounds as the scent grew
warmer, and they knew they were running
up to their prey. I thought I was lost.
Those few seconds were like weeks, and I
wondered whether they would grip me first
by the leg or fly straight at my throat.
Luckily, I did not lose my head; and after
the first mad burst I settled down and raced
aw&y at a pace which I knew would last
the distance; but still closer and closer
came the horrible cry, that sounded like
my death-kneli; and, in sheer desperation,
i put on all the speed I could. At last 1
saw the lights of the lonely little inn, and
my heart rose within me, but at that very
instant the bi utes broke out into a fierce
savage yell that told me that they had
sighted me at last. There was a small
garden in front of the house, and as I flew
up to it 1 saw the gate was shut. How I
did it I never knew, bul, blown and ex
hausted with terror and the pace as I was,
1 cleared it, darted through the door, which
fortunately stood open, and slamming it to,
stood with my back against it. The lock
had hardly closed, when bang! bang I
against the panels came my terrible pur
suers ; and then they iay down and yelled
savagely at finding themselves baulked of
their prey." As soon as he felt himself
safe rage took the place of fear, and, seiz
ing hold of a bottle, Mountjoy swore he
would brain Lord W. if he entered the
place, a threat he woujd have fulfilled hsd
not those present got him out of the room
m t iuie to prevent most justifiable homicide.
Marriage la the celestial Empire.
Thirty pairs of embroidered slippers are
necessary for the tresseau of a Chinese lady
of position, and her boudoir is crammed
with confectionery, dried fruits, "burnt al
monds, barely sugar, syrup of aloes,
oranges, ginger, and shaddocks, in confu
sion with rich silks, jewels of wrought
gold and precious stones, rings, bracelets,
case of nails, bodkins for the hair, and a
thousand other charming nick-nacks. In
this strange country a young girl when she
marries never has a dowry. She is liter
ally purchased either by the husband him
self or by his relations. Although she
may have no brothers, she cannot inherit
any portion of her paternal fortune unless
her father makes an express declaration in
her favor. Such arrangements are always
completed before the marriage, and are
usually negotiated by agents, called "Me
jin." The young finance is next presented
to her husband's parents. The husband
himself she never sees until the wedding
day, when she is carried in a closed chair
to the house. The key of the chair is
handed to the bridegroom, who opens the
door, and if the lady withm pleases his
taste he holds out his hand to her; if not,
he slams the engagement is at an end, the
girl's parents having the right to retain the
r'ur > umoney.
Fowls to Last the Week.
A Detroit grocer took a new clerk a few
days ago, and among other things he cau
tioned him to keep a good lookout and see
that none of the goods at the front d x>r
were stolen. The other evening when the
grocer returned from supper he thought he
would give the clerk a fright, and he crept
softly up and took twelve dressed chickens
from a basket, and carried them around to
the back door, and hung them on a hook.
When the chickens were massed the clerk
was given a bad scare by being informed
that he must pay for them. After a while
the grocer decided that the joke had been
carried far Enough, and he went out to
bring in the chickens. They had flown
away. While he was scaring the clerk
some one had come through the alley and
provided himself with fowl to last all the