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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 <he widow
I'eabodv breathlessly.
"Hut she won't never trifle with him
no more," added Miss Lorind.t, with
ill-disguised admiration. "For I met
• iilbert, yesterday afternoon, and 1
asK-d him about his mother's rheuma
tism, and what the Xew York doctor
>;' 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.
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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.
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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.