PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY I IN MUSSER'S BUILDING. Corner ol Main and Penn Sis., at SI.OO PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE; Or 91.35 if not paid in adrancw. Acceptable Correspondence Solicited, J3f~Address all letters to " MILLHEIM JOURNAL.** Waiting. Sweet childhood wiih thy paint©! toys, Oblivious ot those fleeting joys, O, sing and sport, for soon, nlas' Those Wight and joyous days will pns*. Hut wouldst thou know thy latent powers, That slun.hji through those sunny ho us. In vain thou shaltinquire ol fate. Full many a year yet thou must wait.. Ambitions youth with eager eyes, Looks forward in those halcyon days To laurels bright ho hopes to gain, Rut long he stiugghs for in vain; Like mirage oft I eio o his eves, Appears the goal and envied prize; 11 snl! pur,ue the alluring bait, But ei c lie gr.i-ps it long must wait. Matured manhood with liko zest, I'nr.- uts his phantom with the ro; But wiih more obstacles ho copes, Though in>t iess anient are his hopes. Advancing years now trials bring, While old oi ones around him cling, AA ith life alone these terminate, But lor deliverance he must wait. O'd age, with snowy locks, appears, Beneath his weight of cues and years Subdued are now ambition's tires, And higher hopes his soul inspires. Almost wi hin his eager g zo Are dazzling gleams of heavenly rays; And civ he sees tho ' Golden Gate." He hath not now long to wait. Jul u J)e Lac}/. A MISUNDERSTANDING. ——nr "Why don't he come?" said Lillian Bourne, peeping earnestly between the boughs of the monster lilac-bush, whose purple plumes waved to and fro in the evening breeze. "Oh. why don t he come ? I can't possibly be mistaken He said on Tuesday evening at seven and it's twenty minutes past,by grand father's big clock ; and, oh, dear!" with a sigh that stirrevl the bunch of pansies pinned on her left shoulder, "there isn't a soul in sight!" By till the signs and symptoms Lillian's little pink ear should have burned that evening, for they were all talking about her at Miss Lorinda Larkins' tea-party in Dover street. "Oh, she's a born coquette!" said Misg "Lorindi. Two lumps of sugar did vou say, or one, Betsev Younjr? * o She can't help it. It's in her nature- Don't you remember, Mrs. Fepperfield, what a flirt her mother was before her? But she'll never play fast and loose with Gilbert Dawson again -that I'll go bail!" "Oh do tell us all about it, Miss Larkins!" said the widow I'eabodv. with her mouth lull of chicken salad. "Well, if you won't repeat it— * "Repent it! AA'e! Never, as long as we live! was ihe reply that went ."• rid the tea-table in one accent. 'Of course," added Miss Lorinda. ; L's ait quite private and confidential, between ourselves. But it was at the Me lbury's party. AYhat business the Medbury's have to give parties, with bought ice cream and two violins and •i harp, I don't know. Every one is perfectly aware that there's a mortgage n the place, and that her dressmaker's bill ain't paid. But that ain't neither aere nor there. I was there, in my •lyed green gown, trimmed with Aunt Liddy's old English lace, and I was a ookin' at the big orange-tree in the conservatory—that's another of Mrs. Medbury's sinful extravagances—when I see Lilv Bourne, in her white frock, tn the other side of the bank of flowers, H-gigglin' and a-whisperin' with Squire i'ufus Darling!" "AD !" ejaculated the other Ladies, with open mouths. "And up cjinie Mrs. Medbury, all in a smile —she smiles twice as often as ! cfore, since she got them : cw false iceth —and whispers in her ear. And | .ays Lily, out loud, says she, 'Oh, I car'-! I'm engaged to Mr. Darling!"' "No," cried Mrs. Pepper field. "I heard it with these very ears," olemnly answered Miss Lorinda. 'Engaged!" shrieked Mrs. Young, whose own dimpled neice was even then *aying siege to Mr. Darling's adamantine hert. "ED. aged!" repeated Miss Lorinda Larkins. "And she keeping company with Gilbert Dawson!" exclaimed ;' i.l ibout it; and he never took no notice of my questions. You know that absent way young men have when they're in love. 'Excuse me, Miss arkins' says he, 'but I'm a little in a l urry,' a-lc.kin' right over the top of my head, as if 1 wasn't there at all. 'if you're goin" to Miss Bourne's,' says 7 . there ain't no such terrible hurry.' Ss, s he. 'What do you mean?' And he looked at me sharp enough this t ue. 'lLain't you heerd? .She's en. p ged to Squire Darling,' says 1. And says he. It au't be possible!' Says I, 'I heerd it f-oin her own lips ; and all • ekasH't's talkin" about it,' says 1. jhe idea oi a ereeter like that a< fllilllifira Jonrnal. DEININGER & BUMILLER, Editors and Proprietors VOL. LVIT. sellin' herself for money and a fine house. For everybody knows,' says 1 'that that's all that Riifo Darling's got to recommend him; and lie's old enough to be her father into the bar gain,* says I. And he just turned his horse and kerridge around, without ever having the politeness to say •good-by,' and druv' off like Jehu in the opposite direction." "Young men ain't accountable when they're in love," sighed Miss l'olonia Johnson, who was suspected of being the poetess who wrote the love sonnets in the l'ekasset 1 Yukly oracle. "I ain't one that meddles with other folks' affairs," said Miss Lorinda, viciously biting off a piece of soda biscuit and butter; "but I shall never encourage flirting with any man, while you're engaged to another. It's clean ag'in my principles!" And before the next day's sun had set, everybody in l'ekasset knew all about Miss Bourne's engagement to fcquire Rufus Darling. "Don't mind it. Gilbert," raid old Mrs. Dawson. "Do not let a girl's silly caprices break your heart." He lay on the sofa in the pretty little "keeping-room," where the tloor was carpeted with blue, because blue was Lillian Bourne's favorite color, and the walls were papered with bunches of white- und-gold lilies, because the lily was her name-flower. Fringes of pale mignonette hung on the window-boxes, and a canary chirp ed gleefully in the sunshine; for Gilbert had made his home beautiful because he wanted Lillian to like it. "Mother," said the young man, with a tremble in his voice, "1 loved her!" "But you were never actually be trothed," spoke the old lady, pitifully. "Not in words, mother ; but we un derstood each other, and— No matter; it's over an 1. past now," said Gilbert, sadly. Mrs. Dawson pressed his hand with true maternal sympathy. "My poor boy," she whispered "Try ;uui forget her." "1 can't do that, mother. But," with a sudden resolve, "I'll go away from here. I'll accept my Lucie Raven burn's invitation to go with him to those old Mexican cities, where lie is to sketch and paint. I'm not much of an artist myself, but 1 can manage to while the time away somehow. At all events, 1 can't stay here and see Lillian married to that pompous fellow. Dar ling!" He had not been gone ten minutes to the village, after that momentous conversation, when there came the tiniest of knocks to the door, and in re. sponse to Mrs. Dawson s "Come in!" there entered—Miss Lillian Bourne herself. Fresh from the spring woods, with a basket of the pale pink, trailing arbutus she herself had gathered, in her hand. But she paused on the threshold as she saw the hardening lines around the mouth of Gilbert's mother. "Am 1 in the way?" she asked * timidly. "Have I come at the wrong line?" 'Tray walk in," said Mrs. trying to simulate the cordiality which her soul refused to offer othe girl who had broken her s n's heart. "I found these arbutus-stars in the woods," said she. "I knew you were fond of them. May 1 prt them in a saucer of water for you ? ' "Airs. Dawson assented, still without much warmth oi r. Ann. r . "I am i uch obliged to you," said she, coldly. "I hope Gilbert is well," said Lillian, the color flaming us' ly up into her cheek. "Quite well, I thank you!" said Airs. Dawson. "He is going to Alexieo with my brother, Air. Ravtnburn, next week, and is consequently very busy, because — Why, what is the matter Aliss Bourne?" For Lillian had grown deadly pale, and uttered a little cry. "Its—its my tooth," she faltered "It has been filled; and sometimes the cold air makes it jump so dreadfullyj I think I'll go home'and put a little oil of peppermint on it." And so Lily slipped away, and cried all the way home, behind her veil. But by the time she reached her own little room, however, sorrow had given place to anger. "What have I done that he should treat me so ?" she asked herself, with indignant heart-beats. And then she gathered up all his presents —the bunch of withered rose buds, tied with the faded blue ribbon* the little agate cross, the copy of "AJdrich's Foems," the peach-stone basket that he had carved himself, ami the glittering crystals which he had brought her from Diamond Island, and the two or three letters and notes he had written her at one time and another. "I will send them back!" she declar ed. "He may take them to Alexieo if he likes. I don't want thern any longer!" By a strange coincidence, however, as she was setting forth to the village post otlice with the neatly-tied pa< lot. I she met. Mr. Dawson himself. 110 stopped. Slio stayed her footsteps also. They both colored, iiiestial rosy-red. "I am very glad 1 met you before you went to Mexico!" said Miss Bourne, haughtily. "Are you?" said Gilbert. Dawson, trying his best to appear like a statue of ice. "1 wish to return you those things,'' said Lillian. "Of course, Ihev are of no consequence, but 1 thought perhaps you would like fltem back again." "Thanks!" sjiid Gilbert, stiffly. "You were right. It was exactly what 1 was going to ask you for." "lfs a pity you ever gave them to me, since they meant so little," said Lily, with a quivering ljp. "It's hardly worth while to discuss that question now." observed Gilbert* "1 can only hope that you will be very happy with Squire Darling. And—" "I?" cried Lily—"with Squire Dar ling? Why, what on earth have I got to do with Squire Darling?" "Aren't you engaged to him?" ask ed Gilbert. "1?" echoed Lily, once again. "Lily, don't trifle with me," sternly uttered Dawson. "1 am in earnest. Have you promised to be Rufus Dar. ling's wife, or have you not?" "Of course 1 haven't," said Lily, be tween tears and laughter. "How could I, when lie never asked me? And if he had—" "Yes!" cried Gilbert, with kindling eyes. "And if he had—" * 1 should have said No!" whispered Lily. "Why?'' demanded Gilbert, itif periously. Lily hung down Iter pretty head. "Because," she faltered—"because I don't like him. Because I love some body else!" Something there was in her look and tone that set Gilbert Dawson's pulses to leaping madly through his veins. "Lily!" he cried "my Lily - tell me whom it is that you love!" And she answe.asl, in a paroxysm of blushes: "You. Gilbert!" Miss Lorinda Larkins and her friends were utterly amazed when they heard that Gilbert and Lily were to be mar. ried as soon as Miss Peck ha in could get the wedding dress ready. "Well," Miss Lorinda cried, "this does beat all. AW ail s'posed, as much as could oe, that you was to be Mrs Squire Darling." "Oh, yes," said Lillian, calmly, "I heard some of that silly rumor. Some gossip heard me say at Mrs. Medbury's party that I was engaged to Squire Darling. So I was, but it was for a quardrille only. It's surprising how little it takes to set the silly tongues of l'ekasset wagging." Miss Lorinda turned very red. Shu would have liked to box Lillian Bourne's ears, but she dared not. All she could say was: "Oh, indeed! "Well, folks will talk I" —Helen Forest Graves. "(Jttid Times?" The boy reached the Rubicon of the watermelon patch, cucumus dtrulus and long and earnestly he looked up and down the dusty road, stretching away in a long perspective of dusky yellow down the long avenues of maple and walnut (juglans nigra). He peer ed between the weather-beaten rails of the old worm fence, and bent his eager gaze upon the field of corn, and saw between its emerald rows tho yellow pumpkins shine. "The pompion," he muttered, "cucurbita pepo, a culinary vegetable of the order cucurbitacese; nutricious, but not ravishingly edible In a state of nature." He listened for the sound of a human voice, the baying of a dog, the echo of a footfall. No sound fell on his listening ears. He was alone in the world, far from hu man gaze or human aid. The awful sense of utter loneliness, of voiceless, lifeless solitude that brooded over him 9 rather pleased him. It was what lie had waited for. One more swift glance up and down the road, and he said: "The die is cast. Heaven helps those who help themselves." And lightly springing over the fence he started to help himself without wait ing for heaven to ask him which he preferred, heart or rind. But his con fidence wa.i not suffered to go unre warded, for while heaven would not come itself, it sent its last, best gift, a noble woman, with ;m arm as big as a churn, and a voice as big as both her arms to help him. And she helped the 1 lad over the fence so swiftly that long, long after he had stopped running, he was still wondering how, in the brief space of interval that had elapsed between her coming and his going, she found time to raise eleven distinct and well-defined welts on his back and legs with a cross-cut black-snake whip. MILLHEIM, LA., THURSDAY,OCTOBER 4,188.1, A P.'PIR FOB THE HOME CIRCLE. VOLCANIC SURPRISES. The Theory of|ICrpHoi—llow they \i tee-l>< liittt K liiuiTil by Snow. For a volcano once supposed to be inactive, Vesuvius has prepared some lively surprises for the dwellers in its neighborhood. Its latest surprise has been to shake up a railroad and destroy several houses. The people of llereu laneum and l'ompeil thought Vesu vius extinct until one day if proved in a very thorough manner that it could still be roused to activity. Since then no one has been deceived by its quietude. Other volcanoes besides Vesuvius have from time to time indulged in what setms to be the general volcano propensity of creating surprises. Thus no one would expect to have a mass of rock of some 3,000 cubic l'eet suddenly descend upon them from the sky. But people living nine miles from C'oto paxi were on one occasion treated to such a surprise. The Carthaginians, when they set out against fcyracu.se, were not prepared to cross the fiery ri\er which, to their surprise, inter cepted their inarch at Mount Etna. They hud no boats with which to cross it. . The great eruption of Tomboro sur prised people for some 070 miles around, the distance at which the force of the explosion was heard. They wondered w hat waj the matter until they learned of the eruption from one ot the twenty-six persons who were saved out ola population of 12,000. fcurprises of another kind, fearful deluges, are the first indications in many South American districts that volcanoes whose peaks are in the re gion of perpetual snow have suddenly become active, the deluges being caus ed by the melting of gresit nuisses ot snow. •it must also be a surprise of a beau tiful, though fearful kind, to see a fiery fountain play to a height of 700 feet from the side of JI mountain, fcuch a fountain on Mauna Loa in 1852 was a magnificent illustration of volcanic fissure, tho pressure of lava ;tt the crater being relieved by this new outlet. The cra< ks often seen on volcanoes, which form dikes radiating from the center, are created in this manner. Small extra craters, volca noes on volcjinoes, which gradually be come cone shaped, are found along these fissures. Another surprise. There is no flame n volcanic eruptions, as is generally represented must graphically in chrornos. The suppositious llames arc simply a rellection of the lava on the cloud of ashes and cinders. The islands which have occasionally surprised the inhabitants along the coast of the Mediterranean by appear ing suddenly under their very eyes are the result of volcanic action. But probably the greatest surprise connect ed with this subject is the formation of volcanoes. A volcano is originally e> nothing but a hole in the ground, form ed olten at no elevation by the swell ing and breaking of an earth bubble. The mountain which springs up around this opening is formed by accu mulations of successive eruptions. The great age of volcanoes which, like Maun a Loa and Mount Etna, are 14,- 000 and 11,000 feet high, can be readi ly appreciated from this fact, and from the further fact that Etna had attained almost its present height when it was observed by Greek writers 2,500 years ago. A volcano is a furnace on a magnifi cent scale, the lava which it ejects being molten rock. This rock is so thoroughly fused by some volcanoes that the lava is as thin as honey, and flows with a velocity of fifteen miles an hour. Sometimes it is spun out in long, glassy threads by the action of bursting gas bubbles. While there are two kinds of erup tions, the quiet and the explosive, there are many theories regarding the heat which fuses the rocks into lava. Many think that the interior of the earth is in a liquid condition, but the better opinion seems to be that the lava occurs in subterranean lakes. But the theorists agree that proximate cause of volcanic eruption is the con tact of water with molten rock. Peanut Flour. The despised peanut promises to be come a very important product of the country. It yields a return already of over $3,000,000 per annum, and its growth is rapidly increasing. It is not only eaten in the shell roasted, and fed to hogs, but it recently has been ground into a flour which makes a pe culiarly palatable biscuit. It is also being used in pastry, where it takes the place of cocoanut, and is not only oily and richer, but healthier and bet ter every way. The peanut is easily grown, produces an immense crop, and is destined to be widely consumed, not only for cattle, but in the form of flour and pastry for human beings. J Tin: I.IVIMNU KOI). Noiti+F IIIIIK for the NflriillI-Th(t Mngw liif I'uwer of the Mnh Nenr. "The time is coming," said Mr Charles Latimer, "when scientific gen tlemen and others will bo compelled to recognize the sixth sense. 1 read © your article on dreams, and desire to iidd another instance which J can vouch for. 1 have an aunt living in Georgetown, D. C. A short time since, while engaged in knitting, she fell asleep in her chair. She awoke sud denly, and, turning to a relative, said: 'Mrs.Abbott has been thrown from her carriage at tiladensburg, and has had both her arms broken.' Mrs. Abbott is a very intimate friend of my aunt but is not a relative. Two hours later a messenger announced to my aunt's household that Mrs. Abbott had been thrown l'roin her carriage at Bla densburg and that both of her arms had been broken. No, sir, I believe — yes, I know —that 1 can go to Brook lyn village, examine the blood of tlie burglar who attempted to rob Mayor Jones and whom the mayor wounded, and, by the aid of the sixth sense, dis cover the thief. L have a book, pub lished in France over two'hunilred years ago, in which is related the discovery of a murderer, who, during his crime was wounded, and whose blood stained the ground where the struggle occur red. A detective, who had discovered what I term the sixth sense, examined the blood and by means of the electri cal current tritced the murderer to a prison. He entered the jail, looked over those confined therein, and, plae. ing his hand upon t he shoulder of a burly fellow, said: 'This is the man.' The defective took the prisoner kick to the scene of the crime and the felon con fessed. "The divining rod is only another ex" emplification of the existence of a power not yet recognized. AYith a piece of witch hazel 1 discovered the coal mines which bear that name. I told the number of feet a shaft would have to be sunk in order to reach the coal and even gave the thickness of the vein. Yet people say there is nothing in it and that the divining rnl is a superstition. If J have an idea that brings ite in money, then the public pronounce it a good one. Money is the foundation upon which people base their declarations. 1 got SSOOO for locating the AY itch Hazel mines, and am paid besides twelve and a half cents for every ton of coal taken out of them. Superintendent AVhite law, of the water works, did not credit my ability to locate water pipe. He came to my residence one evening, and I went wfth him through several streets, and with the aid of the divin ing rod told him ex act J v where the o pipes were located. I offered to make a map of ;ill the pipes in the city, giving their connections and branches. FinjUly he asked me to go with him to the Public square. I traced several pipes for him there, when he asked me to find the big one. I not only found it, but told him how far it was below the surface of the earth. 1 have a letter in my possession from Mr. AVhitelaw verifying my experiments- I once went to the residence of a noted scientist in Philadelphia where I made another test of the power of tho divin ing rod. I walked across his library lloor and traced a pipe. He said I was mistaken, as there were no pipes of any description beneath the floor. I insisted that there was one at least, and told him I should l>e compelled to leave his house with the firm convic tion that he was wrong and I right. Finally he made an examination in the cellar beneath and discovered a tin pipe fifteen inches beneath the floor, the existence of which he had forgot ten. The divining rod shows the su periority of mind over matter. 1 stand over a vein of iron ore, and the rod turns. My sixth sense realizes the presence of a mineral, and the realiza tion moves the switch. Here is a feel ing that must sooner or later be recog nized. Men cry fraud and supersti tion, but 1 know what 1 know. I knoxv that tho switch turns when I walk above a metal, that it is indispu table, and to me satisfactory. The same sense comes into play when peo ple dream of certain things which are happening to friends, or are about to- I prove the correctness of my theories to men. They say yes, and look mys tified. if I catch them in public they throw their heads back and decline to believe, simply because they are fear ful of their friends' ridicule. But the time is coming when all must believe.'' —Cleveland Leader. M. Paul Trasenter, of Liege, gives the production of coal in the world in 1882 as follows, in metrical tons: Great Britain, 158,800,000; United States, 88,100,000; Germany, 65,400,- 000; France, 20,800,000; Belgium, 17,500,000; Austro-Hungary, 18.000.- 000. Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance. THIS AM) THAT. New York in summer uses from 8,000 to 10,000 tons of ice a day. Great attention has been bestowed in Germany within the last two years upon the cultivation of the common nettle. From it an immense number of articles are made, and there is scarcely a branch of textile industry jn which it cannot bo used. The growing of nettles has become part ol the business of every small farmer The crop ne\ er fails, no weather af fects it, and as it requires planting only once in every ten or fifteen years, the labor of cultivation is small; and as il needs but three or four inches of earth, many a piece of unprofitable land, even old quarries and gravel-pits, an thus turned to account. A manufac turer in Dresden has succeeded in ob taining from it the finest thread kno WE in the trade, so fine that 100,0U0 me tres of it (or rather more than sixty miles of length) weigh only two and a half pounds. A curious kind of weed which grows in the Arkansas valley has often proved misleading to sportsmen. It if shaped like a ball and varies in size from one foot or less in diameter to five or six feet, some specimens being as tall as a man. Jt grows upon a small stem which is, however, stout enough t< bear the mass till it has ripened and dried, when a puff of wind will blow it over and snap the slender support Then it is that every gust of wind sends it rolling over the prairie, bounding over bushes and rocks with the greatest elasticity and lightness. When the wind is strong and high these tumbling weeds present a most peculiar apptarauce as they bound from rock to rock, and in more than one instance hunters have mistaken them for bisons and felt considerable irritation at the impossibility of bring ing them within range of their guns. Doctors are known to differ, and as a result it some times seems just as well for individuals to consult their own convenience instead of their phy sicians. For example, in the matter of sleeping, some doctors say lie with the head to the north, others hold a contrary opinion, and now that long journeys are made by rail it is amusing to find two eminent authorities differing as to the safes', way to pass the night. A German doctor asserts that to lie with the feet to the engine draws the blood from the brain to the feet and produces cerebral amemia, followed by sleep: whereas if the traveller lies with .lis head in that position, cerebral hyper aemia is the result and sleep is impos. sible. An American authority, on the other hand, holds a directly contrary opinion, and urges his patients to take their positions for the night with the head towards the locomotive and so slumber in peace. As sleeping in a railway car is difficult under any cir cumstances. one might as well try both methods. For many years a club existed and nourished in a small English town in Lancashire, known as the Oyster and Parched Pea Club. Among the staff of officers was one known as Oysteri cus, uhose duty it was to order and look after the oysters, which then came by tleet from London. The club rejoiced in a poet laureate or rhyme smith, and a Cellarius, who looked after the wine. Among the rules and arti cles of the club was one enjoining that "a barrel of oysters be provided every Monday night during the winter, at the equal expense of the members, t<> be opened exactly at 7.30 o'clock." Every member on having a son born was to pay a gallon, for a daughter half a gallon, of port to his brethren the club within a month of the birth of such child, at any public house he should choose. The value of trees in a city can scarcely be exaggerated. In Italy it i; an offence against the law to cut them down, .is it is found that an outbreak of fever usually follows any clearing away of the trees. And apart from this, how much they add to the beauty of any city. There seems to be an in separable connection between the trees and drinking fountains in the munici pal mind, a fact upon which the pub lic are also to be congratulated. In Brooklyn, where very little is done for the city by the authorities, a pri vate association exists for the improve ment of the city, and great attention is paid by the members to the question of the planting of trees. It is little short of a crime to allow handsome trees to be mutilated and destroyed, and yet it is done every day. Quite recently a telegraph company, finding the trees in a certain portion of Brooklyn an ob stacle to the stretching of their wire, had no compunction whatever in de capitating several of them, cutting their heads off in the most reckless manner. Instances of this kind are constantly occurring, and ought to be forbidden by law. NEWSPAPER TAWS. If xihp<*rilora order tho diseontinnatioii of newspapers, the publishers may continue to Bend them until all urrearngea are imid. If subscribers refuse or neglect to take their newspapers from tho office to wliich they are sent, they aro held responsible until they have settled the bills and ordered them dis continued. If subscribers more to other places with out informing the publisher, and the news papers are sent to tho former place of resi dence, they nre then responsible. AtIVERfISINU RATES: Iwk. 1 no. I .trans. 1 Smos. 11 1 tuanuro 1 One inch make* n mjuarn. Atiminiatrator* sad li*- I •enters' Notica #2.50. Trunnkut advartiaamanta and' i 'i iila 1(1 eenli per line for tirat inaartion and 6 OMtl par ' I uie for u.ch auditiouaJ Inaartion. NO. 39. Life. Lite! I know not what thou art, But know that thou and I must part j And when, or how, or where we met 1 own to me'e a secret yot. But this know, when thou art fled, Where'er they lay thoso limbs, this head, No clod so valueless shall bo As all that then remains of me. O, whither, whither dost thou fly, Whore bond unseen thy trackless course, And in this strange divorce, Ah, tell me where I must seek this com pound I ? To the vast ocean of ompyrcal flame, From whence thy essence came, Dost thou thy flight pursue, when Ireed From matter's base, encumbering weed ? Or dost thou, hid from sight, Wuit, like some spellbound knight, Through blank, oblivious years the appointed hour To break thy trance and reassume thy power ? Yet caust thou without thought or feeling be ? O, say, what art thou when no more thou'it thee? Lilo ! we've been long together. Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; Tie baid to part when friondsare dear— I'erhups 'twill cost a sigh a tear; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not good night—but in some brighter clime Bid me good morning. Mrs. Barbauld. HUMOROUS. A baby-carriage is sometimes called a eryeyle. "I know many distinguished per sons," says a facetious business man; "nearly all my debtors are men of note." It is a mean wretch who will slyly drop a hair-switch in a car loaded with women, and then suiile as he sees every woman make a grab for the back of her head when she notices it. A reporter who had just done his first boat-race was rebuked by the city editor for not mentioning anywhere that the oarsmen "took water," and replied that none of them took water. They all took gin. "See here!" exclaimed the irate agent to the dancing-master who hired the hall, "are you going to pay me any rent any time this year?" "Well," re plied the "Professor," "I haven't any money just now, but I'm taking steps to raise some." Nothing more disgusts a party of Newport fox-hunters than to have an old cow get ahead of them and go rac ing and snorting along, with her tail in the air and terror in hjr soul. It looks as though they were chasing the cow, and that's not an English custom. The British Medical Journal, in discussing blushing and its scientific cause, has become sadly mixed on red cheeks and red noses. They are two very different reds. One is a charm ing indication of confusion or inno cence, and the other means something else. The British medical editor should study young girls more and his assortment of tonics less. Jt Salt Lake merchant sold an In dian an opera glass, and as he tied up the purchase congratulated his dusky customer on the rapid progress he was making toward civilization. A few minutes later the gentle savage threw the glass back upon the merchant's hands. Ho had discovered that they were not a double-barreled flask, out of which he could take two drinks at the same time. A. T. Stewart's Cathedral. The great Cathedral of the incarna tion and St. Paul's school at Garden City, L. 1., have been completed. The cathedral has been five years in course of erection and the school nearly three years. The cost, defrayed by the Stew art estate, has been nearly $3,000,000. The interior of the cathedral p r esente a beautiful appearance. The altai was made in Antwerp, Belgium. It ij composed of statuary, marble and eight panels. The windows of stained glass were made in London. They repre sent the incarnation or the childhood of Christ. The glass in the windows of the mausoleum was also made in London. These windows represent the passion, death, resurrection and ap pearance of Christ in his last days. The dean's seat is of carved mahog any, and was made in Philadelphia- The pulpit and lectern are of bronze. The organ cost SIOO,OOO. It is in five parts, and each part is played from the s ingle key board, by which the chimes in the tower are also played from the organ by electrical attachments. The organ cases are of mahogany, carved in harmony. The cases and stalls to* gether cost $50,000. The crypt is of marble, and every country is represent ed in its construction. It does not con tain the remains of the late A. T. Stew art. The basement is fitted up with a Sunday chapel. The staircases are all of iron. The walls and steeple of the cathedral are of Bellevue (N. J.) stone; the interior columns are ornamented with bronze foliage. St. Paul's school is believed to be the finest educational structure in the world. It has accom modations for 500 pupils.