Twenty Bold Mariners.
Twenty bold mariners went fo the wave,
Twenty sweet breezes blew over the main,
All was #0 hearty, so free and so brave
But they never came back again |
Half the wild ocean rose up to the clouds,
rain,
shrouds,
And they staid in the dancing main !
This is easy to sing and often to mourn,
And the breaking of dawn iano newer to-day;
But those who die young or are left forlorn,
Think grief is no older than they!
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, in Our Continen
My Daughter Louise.
water,
knees,
daughter,
Mv sweet little daughter Louise,
We wonder what oity the pathway of glary,
That broadens away to the limitless west,
Leads up to- she minds her of some pretty
story
And say:
best.”
Then I say:
eity,
The besutiful City of Rest.”
In the light of the moon, by the side of the
waar,
Stand two in the shadow of whispering trees,
And one loves my daughter, my beautiful
daughter,
My womanly danghter Louisa
She steps to the boat with a touch of his fingers,
And ont on Jd pathway they
move,
The shall p is lost in the distance, it lpgers,
It waits but I know that its coming wil
prove
That it wes? to the walls of the wonderful
The magical City of Love,
“To the city that mortals love
the diamond
uly,
water,
I wait for her coming from over the seas;
I wait bat to welcome lust of my daughter,
To weep for my daughter Louise,
The path, reaching out in its
splendor,
Gleams bright, hike a way that an angel has
trod;
I kiss the cold barden its bil
Sweet clay to} r the pitiful sod;
But she rests, at the end of the path, in the city,
Whose ** builder an! maker is God.”
Homer Freese, mm Our Continent,
as of ol i
ows surrender,
3
Jt
A AOI
COLORADO MADGE.
The sharp siiver horn of the elear
you might tiptoe up an
the hilltop—slid hastily down behind
Pike's Peak on this evening, as if it did
not like to see what was about to hap-
pan.
This was in the earlier days of Colo-
rado, when miners slept on their newly
discovered claims. A wall of rock and
storm.
This mine here at Bonlder Canon was
marvelonsly rich that
found. tnt as all this has been said of
nearly every discovery, these glaring
adjectives add but little to the outline
like all other feasfully rich ones, was
also for sale. That was why it was so
from all sorts of places came straggling
in through the narrow passes left in the
walls to where Colonel Bill Williams
rade,
Old Kit, the last of the trappers, s
withered, dried-up old
blow away like a leaf nto ihe river of
death—a man wh» had held possession
of all this land of gold long years be:
fore—sat moodily aside smoking bis
last pipe of tobacco. Saddenly he
started up, or rather hall undoubled,
with his band to his ear.
“What's that?”
“Guess you've got "em agin, Kit.”
“Got "em again? It was a woman, I
lers can’t hear like old Mountain Kit.
Yes, thar it is agin! Ingin women up
yonder! Ingin women in trouble
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VOLUME XV,
NUMBER 24.
laughed wickedly as he threw hia strong
arm before her when she was about to
spring past him avd escape.
She had not spoken yet. But now she
turned about, half threw up her hands
| in sign of submission, aud for the first
| time stood erect,
| She was tall, and, bad she not been
| starving, she would have been strange-
ly, savagely, fearfully beautiful. Had
| she been well clad und cared for, she
| would at that moment have looked the
royal princess in body that she was in
soal, Bat this wild rose, set thick
with thorns, was oniy a bud that per
These men all had seen her before
were her home, her inheritanoa,
bits of gold and silver that these strong
men were going mad over now. Her
all this gold for a thousand years. But
now the white man had come and was
Yes, all these men knew Madge very
Not a man thers that did not know how
ona, too,
Ginger sat himself down on a rock
dimly lighted by the flaring pine knots,
but did not speal. This was a wild
buffalo robes and blankats. She leanad
tents. It was full cf provisions—sand-
wiches and a roast fowl for somebody's
The girl glanced up toward
the rugged monntain above her, Then
she measured the height of the stone
wail before her. Her black :
Her
mother was starving up there. She
than surrender and go back to the res.
ervation.
Old Kit, bent, broken, helpless, had
had followed and understood her. He
the flaring and fitful pine-knot light
and the little tin bucket, Bat how
could he help her, this man who could
not even help himself? The girl did
see any one mow. She stretched her
long slender arms jast once, as if to
drew the thong that girdled her a little
ing eves, and that was all. She bad
not spoken one word. Sie had not even
keeping watch at the narrow little pass
Kit seemed to suspect her purpyse. The
about their mines.
the girl was there.
seemed ready.
At length
The fire burned low at her feel. The
stars above her —every one-—came out
stealthily, as it were, on tip-toe and
peeped through the kayholes of
was doing there now nnder the vast free
skies of Colorado.
“Oanght at last, eh! "again ejaculated
the brutal Indian agent, as he took one
step’ nearer to the trembling ohild,
as if about to lay hold of her.
“Caugh?, caught!
said this had just unrolled himself from
{ a pila of blankets back under the other
| wall, where he had taken shelter after a
| hard day's digging. He was a foreigner,
aud of a race slow to comprehend.
Ho was now for the first time,
since the fugitive had entered the in.
| closure, getting pretty well awake.
The agent only looked at the stranger
snd then motioned his men to approach.
the Indian agen’.
“ Oh, save me from that man-—from
| that man of all I" at last cried the girl,
throwing herself before ths kindly offi
“ 1 will die rather than pe taken.
Ob, you did save me once. You did
help me once to escape"
“Quiet! Yon will betray me and
I dare not help you, Madge,
where the agent is,”
‘‘ Bat it is death to be taken,
“ Well, now, it is not 80 bud as that,
orward,
“ But see how she trembles. This
“Oh, she's just making out! Say
where did you sleep last night ?” called
and crouched before the stranger, as if
in the air,
““ Where was I last night? Up yon.
“Oh, why is this? You all can come
Why is this 2"
*‘ Bah, you Injin, don't take on like
“Come, your mother must
“I'd rather die !"” and with an instinot
seems, for I was bappy then, and oh, so
wrotched now! Long, long ago, and
he loved me and called me Margie. Bat
Oh, I could kill them —kill them, every
ove!"
The Indian agent in the name of the
United S:ates was growing angry and
impatient. He began to fear that pos
and on up the stone wall.
Up, up! She stops.
“Shouldn't wonder. Snagly,
equneaked out the little doctor.
“And is he goin’ to take Madge
forward
savagely.
trapper.
white wall of rock is red. Her hands
forward from where he was
keeping watch at the pass in the hall.
“Now, what do you mean ?” called
“Told you so!” shouted Ginger, as
he took her by the hair and forced her
tori
se.
“Ipjins will be Injins, boys,” said
the doctor, as he picked up and set
aside the little bucket.
“Now, I gness you'll help me keep
I sat there, you in particular, colonel.
The old man was full of
stood almost erect,
tradin’ post. And you just go slow. If
he wants that gal he’ll have her.”
“Have her, will he? Well, not
while old Mountain Kit can lift a fist,
he won't. Now, do you just stick a
pin there.” ;
Bat, from the manner of the min®rs,
it was clear that neither Madge nor any
of her unhappy race had friends in that
camp other than the old trapper.
Suddenry Madge stood, or rather
crouched. as a hunted wild beast might
crouch, right there in their midst, Of
course she had come in through the
narrow pass in the stone wall that had
been thrown up there by the long,
strong arms of the now resting derrick,
but no one had seen her enter. She had
come as silent and sudden as the moon
bad gone. Her limbs were as supple
he panther's—her footfall as light.
ap® FO oked to be only a waif —a hungry,
= beggar. She had a spotted skin
ser her shoulder, a short, tattered pet-
coat hung from her waist; her feet
were naked and a storm of hair hung
and blew about her shoulders as she
crouched there, looking back, as if she
feared she was followed, trembling,
starting, quivering, scarcely daring to
breathe.
“Hello, Madge, what's the row now?’
The girl did not answer. The stern
and unfriendly voice of Colonel Bill
Williems and the balf sneer on the
faces of all showed her at a glance that
ghe had not fallen among friends.
“ Madge, why don’t you claim to be
white and stay with the whites? You
have a right to do that, and they can’t
take yon to the reservation at all”
added the colonel, more kindly,
Should she open her proud lips to
utter the scorn she felt for a race who
could treat her and her people as they
were treated? Should she stoop to
gay: “My mother is starving op yonder
on the rocks only a stune’s throw away,
where she is hiding from the man-
hunters.” Did it need any words to tell
these men that she would live or die
with her mother and her mother’s peo-
le?
Pp “Bay, Madge. you could get a job
down at the Hurdy Gurdy house to
sing and dance if you'd claim to be
white; then yon could get some
clothes,” urged the colonel as he looked
at her thin, bare arms, while she still
stued trembling, looking back listening,
her nostrils extended, her pale lips set
in silence.
Ginger, meantime, had risen and
moved cautiously around toward the
door or entrance through the great high
gtone wall, and, before she could guess
what it meant, he stood between her
snd her beloyed mountains. Sho wes »
Injins is Injins. It's the cnssed bad
blood that's in 'em. The Injin will out
every time.”
“ Yes, send the little cuss back to the
reservation, Let Snagly have her if
you like,” said the oolonel, as he
broshed the dirt from a bruised knee
and limped around to the other side of
the fire. For he too had sprung up and
tried to reach the girl when he saw her
about to fall. Bat whether to help or
harm was not certain to any one.
At mention of the reservation tha girl
became wild and desperate. She threw
herself imploringly before the strong,
bearded colonel and lifted her face as in
piteous prayer.
“ Well, what did you go and steal
for?
Still the girl did not spaak. But now
she could not lift her face. Her eyes
fell to the ground and she stcol mute,
motionless—all bowed and broken be-
fore him as he accnsed her.
Madge, if you hadn't gtole my din
ner; if you hadn't done that, Madge,
I'd let you go. Yes, I would; hang 1t,
gal, I'm sorry for yon; yes, I am, and if
you hadn't stole that lit le bnoket, my
gal, I'd a chucked that Ginger out of
that door before two minutes more and
let you go; yes I would, Madge. But
you see now I can't, for you've stole.”
The trembling old trapper staggered
forward, and standing between eried
wildly:
“8he didn't steal! I stole it and
giv it to her.”
* What, you—yon honest old trap-
per, Kit?”
“Yes, I—I old trapper Kit. Now let
her go, won't yon?”
*“ Yes, I will. Go, gal,” and the man
pointed to the passin the ugly wall.
Just as he spoke there was a rattia of
bootnails over the boul ters in the little
narrow pass, and Snagly, the Indian
agent, followed by am cfiiser of the
United States army, and two men with
manacles at their waists, entered the
litila inclosnre. The Indian agent—
the man hunter with the United States
army at his back—stopped there and
glared at her. The girl lifted her face
now in silent petition to evory man
there. One after one, as her eyes met
theirs, they turned away without a word,
shaking their heads sullenly. Three
centuries of hatred toward the Indian
was in their blo-d.
¢t Caught at last, eh?” trinmphantly
chuckled the Indian agent, as he at
length came forward, followed by the
men with manacles at their waists. He
stood before her, gloating at her utter
discomfiture and helplessness. Now
she shonld be his—his at last, body and
soul,
Sho stood ap, tall no longer. Her
eves had Jost their luster, her long,
bony arms hung down, low down, tired,
so tired now. Her magnificence of hair
mantled her, Her breast lifted a little,
Tht was all, What could she have
been thinking about?
hold of her shoulder,
“Come, come now, I want
under my protection.”
The girl sprang from him and threw
Her whole form shook,
““Yoar protection! Your proteo-
tion! What sit? To see my mother's
people siocken aud perish on the deadly
resarvation with only the Great Spirit
to heed or to pity them? To see a race
of warriors die in savage silence while
your Great Father at Washington and
his chiefs about him hug themselves in
happiness and boast to the wowd of
peace and prosperity in the land
Your protection! What is it? To see
little children starve that you may
grow rich! T o see helpless women
debased? To bear your insults, your
persecutions? Yours, yes, yours! No!
no! I'd rather live with the rattle
snakes |”
“ Now, look here, none of that! Re.
member, I don’t take one more word
of insult. So come. And come right
along now.”
The brute clutched her thin shoulder
angrily, and threw her toward the two
men with the manacles as he spoke.
But the girl sprang back to the side
of the stranger, and, half hiding there
a3 the agent again attempted to take
her, cried out in her desperation:
“Don't yon touch ma! Don't you
dara to touch me, or I will kill you!”
“Nae, don't yo1 touch the lass!
Don't you dare to touch her! If you
do, begad, sir, I'll —" The mighty
fist was in the air, but he was too
angry to finish the sentence. Ha did not
want to talk now. He wanted to fight.
Saagly, the Indian avent in the name
of the United © ates, fell buck before
the lifted flst of the foreigner and the
gleaming eyes of the half-crazed girl,
and cried :
* (laptain, I call npon you to enforce
my authority, Arrest and deliver me
that girl!”
*“ You wretoh |” muttered ths officer,
betwe.n his teeth, as he drew his
sword ; then, hesitating, he let its point
fall to the ground, Whether he had
drawn his sword for the agent or the
stranger was not certain,
“Oh, you will help me!” cried the
girl to the officer.
“ Madge, Madge! A soldier can only
obey orders. Alas, the laws make this
man my master. An Indian agent
commands the army !"”
Once more Snagly attempted to Jay
hold of the almost frenzied girl. Bat
the man from under England's flag
threw him back and turned to the girl.
“Come here, me lassi!’ And throw-
inz one arm about her he shook hia fist
at Snagly. “You, stop there. There's
the line! Now yon cross that, and if I
don’t knock you down, dom me! No
true Briton allows any innocent lass to
be put in ohains, whether she be red or
black or white, and I am a son of bon-
nie Briton!’
*t Well, son of Briton you may be,
but this ain't British soil,” shouted
Snagly The stranger started at thie;
he held his head in thought, and Sungly
continued : “No, you ain't on Britis
soil here !”
* Not on British soil. Not on brave
old Britain's soil.” The man said this
as to himself, and than, slowly, ten-
derly, pitifully, lifting np the now al-
most prostrate child, he handed her
toward the agent, saying : *Waell, then,
me poor lass, I'll have to give ye up. I
can't save yon, lags, I can’t, Here, sir,
take her. Bat please, sir, treat her
gently. She's only a poor, friendliess
lass, «ir, Treat her gently, I implore
you!”
your advice to yourself,” cried Snagly,
8s he again clutobed the girl and threw
er!
&
strated now,
ceive the cold ratting shackles.
| hair hung down about her bended faos,
as if to hide the blush of shame that
mantled it in her captivity,
The mouth of Colonel Bill Williams
had been working; had been watering
to devour that monster, the agent of the
till his finger nails nearly drew blood
from his palms,
sense of the awful insult that was being
p= upon his country, his manhood and
is presence. He canght up the near.
against the wall; he dashed forward,
throwing the men with their manacles
of a Numidian lion as he cleared the
| way for the girl through the ugly
| wall, »
(God Almighty's soil, and you can't iron
her! There, girl |—go, as free as the
winds of Celorado I"
single glance she gave her deliverers,
and she passed ont, with her faca lifted
to the cliff above. And old Kit stood
there as she passed, and adroitly forced
hungry mother on the rocky hill. Bare.
ly, with the contents of the little tin
| buoket went a (God's blessing on her
from the heart of every man thers, save
and except the agent of these United
| States and the eowering red-headed
| deputy. —Joaguin Miller,
—————————————————————————
| An Incident of Frontier Life,
| A letter from the Indian territory
| says : We had been riding some forty
miles, and had twice crossed Grand
morning at the ford on Saline eoreek,
| near the great salt lick. The waters
were falling, as was evinced by the line
| of sedge along the bank,
in a swift and boiling eurrent. What
| was easy for us was another guess mat
ter for an oantfit that came down to the
| which waited until we
the opposite bank. It was one of the
{ ordinary type of prairie travelers. In
the words of the realistic Western poet,
the ohief object was *“‘a darn-top
wagon,” one of the ancient sort, weary
with age and hard service, with low
{ bows and dipgy covering. This was
drawn by a couple of small horses in
| tolerably good condition. In the rear
was a bell mare and foal, Led by a
rope from the end was a cow accom-
{ panied by a calf, and the inevitable
{ yellow hound dog completed the ani
mals of the outfit, The man was tall
and lank, yellow with fever and ague,
and tanned to a rusty red by vears of
wind and sun. Long boots, flapping
hat and |Dbelted waist were the
characteristic portions of his at
tire, Withal there was a fire in
his eve and a vigor in his carriage
that indicated that he was not to be
daunted by snything less than hopeless
obstacles. The lady of the family sat
in front, but her features were undis-
| tinguishable within the recesses of a
{ dark sun-bonnet of portentious di-
| mensions, Siveial two-headed chil.
{dren of graduated sizes were en-
i soonced amid the household plunder
| behind her.
After a pause to examine the straps
{and chains, the driver mounted his
| seat and gathered the ropes that served
as reins. With a whoop and a whack
of the long hickory goad, down went
the wagon into the jbed of the stream,
buckled to their
the whirling torrent
| work in
| along their sides. For half the stream
in the deepest part the wagon stuck in
spite of every desperate strain, Twice,
to a chorus of yells and blows, they
and down stream in their efforts ; but
the wagon refused to stir, It wasa
crisis, The wagon wheels were becom.
ing embedded in the gravel,
and foal were swimming about their
dame, and in imminent danger of being
drowned. The man was equal to the
Occasion,
* Hold them ar’ lines, Lucey.”
And with that he was over the end.
board, out on tongue, and astride the
back of the near horse in an instant,
“ Whoo-oop! Lay to it, you little
fends!”
The huge boots drove the spurs, the
hickory goad was wielded with all the
force of a strong arm, and with a fire
of yells and oaths the horses buckled
| down once more, there was a struggle
| and the wagon lifted and rolled. With
a few steps the depth diminished and
the passage was secure.
Where He Saw Her,
Just before a Western bound train
left the Union depot yesterday morn.
ing, a masher with his little grip-sack
slid around to a woman standing near
the ticket office and remarked:
“Excuse me, but can I be of any as.
sistance in purchasing your ticket?”
“No, sir!” was the short reply.
“Beg pardon, but I shall be glad to
see that your trunk is properly checked,”
he continued.
“ It has been checked, sir.”
“Yes—ahem—you go West, I pre.
sume ?”
“1 do.”
“(toing as far as Chicago ?”
“Yes, gir.”
“ Ah—yes—to Ohicago. I also take
the train for Chicago. Beg yonr par-
don, but didn't I meet you in Baffalo
last fall 2”
**No, sir.”
“Ah, then it was in Syracuse?”
“No, sir.”
“No? I wonder where I have seen
you hefore?”
“You saw me enter the depot about
five minutes ago with my husband, I
presume |”
“ Your husband ?"
“Yes sir, and if you'll only stay
around here three minutes longer you'll
make the fifth fellow of your kind that
he has turned over to the coroner this
month”
Some mashers wonld have made a
run for it, bat this one didn’t. He went
off on the gallop, and as he wanted to
go light he left Bia grip-sack anda fon
of brass behind him.—Delroit Free
Press.
Can’t a Wagon Have Two Horses 1
Ho is a very small boy, just beyond
the limits of babyhood. His precocious-
ness is well recognized by those who
know him, and sometimes people try to
gorner him in a logical way.
The other day some one took him up
and asked him if he was not papa's
boy.
He answered, * Yes.”
+ And are you mamma's boy, too?”
“Yes," replied Charlie,
“Well, how oan you be papas boy
and mamma's boy both at the same
time ?’ was asked him,
“Oh,” replied Charlie, indifferently,
“can’t a wagon have two horses?”
The man of a few words 18 not un-
freqently the speaker to hold forth the
longest. Those few words he never
tires of repeating, :
FOR THE LADIES,
German Ladies,
In the richest German household the
mistress superintends the kitehen and
lends a hand to the cook, Certain
she always mek s with her
own bands, beesuse her Fritz likes them
so. Nhe may boast thirty-two quarier-
ings on her escu‘cheon and be terribly
proud of her lineage, but she has no
nonsensical ideas about its being de
grading to put on a canvas apron, lard
# piece of veal, make jams or dale out
festal days, for she does not follow
fashion blindly or in a hurry, On or di-
by far the intellectual superior of her
or Belgian sister.— Cornhill
White Muslin Dresses
Mull muslin, French painsook and
Embroidery
is invariably employed for the trim-
deal of the foundation mesh work, The
sometimes in many rows up the front,
with three rows extending all around it,
and ample back drapery to cover the
plain part of the back; while other
dresses have three or four embroidered
flonnoes, so wide that they coverall the
The open designs for such work have
flounces of the thicker work
that can scarcely be detected from
needle-work. For simple dresses this
work is done in patterns of dots
scattered about, or else in scalloped
ive. For more elaborate dresses there
squares snd
The
made
geometrical designs.
muslin is
involved
The
inside this two standing frills of lace.
A pretty finish for a pointed throat is
is shirred down its only seam—that in
closely down on the shoulders sr
lspped or kpetted, or held by
ribbon bow on the bust jast aboy
the waist live in front, This fliohu may
also be added to a high corsage to give
the effect of a full bust and sloping
shoulders ; the high corsage has it
standing frills of embroidery and lace,
and tne embroidery may also be i
lengthwise rows to form a vesi, =
extend thence along the edge of t
patiers that carve down on each Li
from the middle of the front. Another
trimming that is quite inexpensive is a
puff of the sheer mall arcund th
neck and wrists with ribbons in
TLeze may be frills of embroidery o
lace below the puff, bat for a simpl
dress a pretty frill may be added of the
mull doubled and bias, and this should
be pulled apart in pouf-like roundness,
instead of being pressed flat. Very
parrow ribbon, only half an inch
may be knotted or looped
with many ends in the
“raw"; that is, with rough edges
the outside of the dress, The garment
with a bag-—hence the name. The
draped polonaise is much used for
white mull overdresses. The bodice is
first fitted like a basque, and trimmed
along its lower edges with the
up and the other down, or with
a puff over a ribbon, and the drapery is
added in lengthwise tucks on the hips
and in front. Below these tucks the
drapery will be quite full, and is made
still fuller by the frills of embroidery.
This fullness is curved upward behind,
Another fashion omits the tucks, and
finishes the top of the drapery with em-
broidery, which is then gathered on the
edge of the basque. For very dressy
occasions a large sash bow with long
ends of doubled white watered silk is
placed on the back of the basque,
but ordinarily a bow of the muslin is
used there, Another fashion for such
dresses repeats the shirred basques of
last summer, having a round yoke of
many rows of shirring, with also shir-
ring at the waist line in front and
back. A satin ribbon at the waist is
passed under the shirring of the back,
and outside of the rest of the basque,
serving as a belt. The deep apron
overskirt is used with such a bisque,
and is farnished with a deep flounce of
embroidery in front, while the back has
a drawing string of ribbon across it,
making a panier puff at the top, while
below it the muslin is slit up the mid-
dle, and falls in two square ends that
are trimmed all around. The ribbon of
the drawing string formsa great bow
with many loops below the pull, The
surplice belted waist is also used for
such dresses, but preference is given lo
corsages that slip over the hips, defin-
ing their outline, and being enlarged
below by panier drapery. ~— Bazar,
Fashion Fancles.
Lace is the trimming of the season.
Shaded chocolate hues are much
liked.
Light fichvs or pelerines, covering
the shonlders sd loosely tied in front,
are the coming summer mantle,
Velvet loops and large Alsatian bows
of velvet will be much used to trim
even summer bonnets of delicate straw,
For evening wear extra long, bnt-
tonless gloves, in Saxe or Swedish kid,
are more popular tnan any others,
Few embroideréd lace fichus of black
net ght er with a dense covering of
fine-out jet bugles and pendants,
Many slender ladies follow the fashion
set by Barah Bernhardt, and have their
gloves reach nea ly to the shoulder,
pushing them down to the elbow aud
allowing the extra fuliness to wrinkle
over the arm.
New tea gowns have straight reding.
otes, with +h rt skirts deeply folded in
laits in front and box-p ated behind.
White camel's hair 18 a favorite fabric
for these gowns, with collar, cuff: and
sash, also bows of bronze green, copper
red or sapphire blue velvet, Embroidery
trimming,
A new material designed for mantles,
pelerines and overdresses is called
a groundwork of gauze, transparent, '
but exceedingly firm, broeaded with
large moons or *' lunar dots” of black
velvet, Wraps made of this material
are lined with black surah or a bright
oolor if desired, avd richly trimmed
ohenille bauds of wpplique work, pead-
ing a dress ruflis of real Spanish lace,
A wrap exhibited, made of yausge velvet
and intended for a young lady in ** palf”
monrning, was lined with pale lilas
surah and trimmed with black chenille
fringe. The large cape-collar of che.
nille was caught together at the throat
with a bow and ends of black chenille
and pale mauve ribbon,
Sm
The Death-Cry in Connemara,
There was no sound of merriment,
not even a voices, from the house, All
was still, as if in expectation, when
there came from it a long piercing,
mournful wail-u-ludu! It rose to a
high tremulons ery, filling the misty
air with an indescribable thrill and
sinking into a low moan. It was thriee
repeated, and then followed by a rapid
recitation in Gaelic in a sustained key.
The ery seemed the last excess of
anguish and lamentation, and, although
I knew that in one sense it was artificial,
it overcame me with an actual shudder,
It was the “keen.”
After the recitative had ceased way
was made for us into the room where
the corpse lay. It was large though
low, and around the bare rough walls
candles were stuck up with lumps of
clay. Its only ornaments were a relig-
ious picture and a faded lithograph of
the “Liberator.” In the center a couple
of stools supported a coffin of unpainted
deal. No glass protected the white,
wan features of the eorpse from the
tobacco cloud that filled the air, eddy-
ing around the candles and under the
The principal
consisted of the son, a stout
dozen children in youth
The room was filled, ex-
They were
sharper in outline snd wilder in expres-
features were more regular,
darker complexions and hair,
less of the Milesian Joutline,
with
eye and the regular oval of the
They were poo
the
cloaks of the
southern farmers’ wives, or the cap
with its frill of Ilsco around the shin.
ing hair, Some af the men were ragged
beyond description, and the suggaun
or hay rope sronnd the waist was all
that kept their garments in any degree
of consistency, Saveral of the men
both damp and chill,
head of the ecoftin. When she had fin-
ished her recitative, as we entered, she
ner face, and a slight rocking of her
body gave the only sign of life. It was
as if she were weditating under the
Af er a silent interval
of some minutes she threw back the
hood of her cloak, revealing the pale
of the corpse she repeated her tremu.
recitative, apparently addressed to the
World,
I 5
Oyster Planting,
A letter from Chinedtesgue island to
ters are planted. The writer says:
A de-
Sun. There are at least thirty vessels
engaged in the business; and the
oyster “plants” growing in the
mouth of James river, some eighty
miles from this place, it takes a trip of
about five days for a good schooner with
favorable winds to make the trip, get a
load and return. Every morning a fleet
leaves this harbor for Hampton Roads,
the schooners having a capacity of from
350 to 1,600 bushels each, the average
being 800 bushels. The beds of plants,
which are known in the trade as “‘oul-
lintines,” sre rich in the natural growth
in the Roads, and a hand can with bis
tongs take up one hundred bushels a
day of the young oysters. They sre
sbout the size of a half of an Eaglish
walnut, and he gets six cents per bushel,
msking wages at from §5 to 86 per day.
A favorable trip of from twelve to fil.
teen hours puts the vessel in Chinco-
teague bay, when they are mostly
planted in the Maryland waters from
fifteen to twenty miles above this
point. The planting consists in soat-
tering them in the bay so that they
will lie thickly at the bot-
tom of the water, and not more than
touching each other. The whole cost
of planting to the owner who hires
the vessel and the work will reach
twenty cents s& bashel. He has his
ground, or his water rather, staked off,
and in two years his oysters are large
enough to be taken up and sent to
market, They command fifty cents a
bushel here, or $1 10 in Baltimore,
Philadelphia and New York, and the
finest £5 per barrel of three bushels,
—————TA SO AT.
The Russian Sunday,
In Russia Sanday is the favorite shop.
ping day of all classes. Although the
evil of this has been pointed out by
most foreign wiiters in Rassia, and by
many native ones, it is only of la'e years
that public feeling has been awakened
in the matter, This has been partly due
to the discontent evinced by the classes
exposed to Sanday work, but more par-
ticularly to the iiflaence of that evan.
gel.o 1 movement within and withont
the Russian church which is one of the
most interesting feat ures of modern Ras.
sina progress, Archdescon Bogoyav-
lensky recently preached n sermon in
one of the cathedrals of Moscow, the
theme of the venerable ecclesiastio
being the Sunday closing movement, in
favor of which an immense petition,
signed by most of tha olerks of 8t. Pe-
tersburg, has just been presented to the
emperor. Referring to this and to a
disonstion by the Moscow municipal
oouncil in behalf of the movement, the
archdeacon demanded of the orthodox
ttwhether they were not ashamed to
open their shops on a Sunday when tha
os of the foreigner, of the English
and Garman merchants at Moscow, are
closed on that day.”
Twelve thousand shovels and two
thousand spades aie turned out every
week in the United btates,
SUNDAY READING,
Precious Sentence,
A native of Japan, who took his life
in his bands that he might come to a
country where God's love was recog-
nized as true, wes asked to read in a
school in Boston s sentence in his na
tive language. He consented, and prom
ising that he would utter what was to
him the most interesting sentence that
could be spoken to man, re
familiar vorse, “God so loved the world
that he gave his only begotten son, that
whosoever believeth in Him should not
perish, but have everlasting life.” 1
need not say that in the New Testament
there are to be found scores of sum-
maries of the Gospel like this, which
do most positively declare that’ this is
the import and inteat of the life and
death of Christ; uot a part of it, but
the whole of it: not a fragment, to be
supplemented by other fragments, bu!
the rounded and completed whole,
embracing in a sentence all that Chris.
tiamtty emphasized and declares.— Pres.
ident Porter,
Religious News and Notes.
The British ple gave $5,810,050
for foreign missions last year,
Presbyterian rs are scarce in
Texas, poi Batons seventy for 160
churches,
The Baptists in the South number
altogether 1,715,794, of whom 974100
are white and 741,604 negroes.
The Methodist hospital, on Prospect
Heights, Brooklyn, will cost, ground
and nine buildings, about $500,000,
James Freeman Olarke, of Boston,
hopes to preach until be is seventy-five
years old. He is now more than seventy.
The first Welsh ohureh in Ohio was
founded in 1803, At present there are
in the State forty churches with 8,000
members,
The Rev. James Bmith, an lish
Baptist missionary at Delhi, ins ing
of the progress of the Gospel in India,
says: Thirty years ago we used to have
a convert every two or three years, now
we count them by scores annually.
Among the anniversaries recentl
held in London was that of the Son
American Missionary society. The mag-
nitude of the work undertaken by this
society may be inferred from the state-
ment in the report that there are 21.
000,000 Bouth Americans within reach
of the efforts of the mussiobaries.
Srn Francisco has fifteen Catholic
churches snd ten chapels, fifteen Pres-
brietisn heh fourteen Muthatish
eleven Episoo nine Baptist, six
Congregational and two Swedenbor
gisn. There are also many churches of
a miscellaneous character. It is esti-
mated that there is one church forevery
2,000 of the population.
OI 185 Methodist churches in Ver-
mont nine have a membership of over
200 each. Total members in full, 15,
fession during the last year was 600.
The Babbsth-schools number 17,7561
228 schools. Few of these churehes
date back more than fifty years,
The building committee of the
Christian church in Washington, of
which President Garfield was an «ffi ial
member, has given out the contract for
the new bailding. The church will be
pushed to a speedy and satisfactory
completion, It is to be erected on the
site of the present framechapel, which
is to be moved. It will be s beautiful
addition to the already improved sec-
tion of the city where it is to be located.
The Rev. Griffith John, who has for
many years been engaged in mission
work in China, was recently in London,
where he addressed many of the
churches, He says hie chief lament is
that the missionary prayer meeting,
which was formerly an interesting fea-
ture in most churches, bas either been
given up or has fallen into a condition
of coldness and dullness. He earnestly
asks for a renewal of the old-time fervor
which animated these meetings, He
has returned to China.
A Long-Lost Son Found,
A romantic episode in every-day life
has come to light in Dedham,
John Finn resides with his wife and a
portion of his family in a neat cottage,
of which he is the owner, located on or
near the boundary line of Dedham and
Boston. Here he has resided for at
least twenty-five years. He has had
three sons, one of whom, John, en-
listed in the army during the “late un-
pleasantness” and was killed. The
other two sons were Cor-
nelins and William. Oornelius was a
lad about seventeen at the oatbreak of
the war. He suddenly left town, and
his parents hearing nothing of his
whereabouts ooncinded that he, too,
had enlisted, especially as dering the
war they read of one Cornelius n,
attached to a New York regiment, being
killed. The family mourned for him
as sinoerely as they did the death of
John,
Last September William went to Col-
orado to settle, hoping to better him-
self. While seated in a room in the
western portion of the State one after-
noon soon after his arrival there a
miner entered and announced to the
company present that Cornelius Finn
bad opened a new mine. William. taken
aback somewhat by the name, said that
he had had a brother onoe whose name
was Cornelius Fion. To which the
miner responded by Jooking at the
stranger and declaring that he resem-
bled Cornelius Finn, the miner, and
might be his brother. Cornelius be -
came greatly agitated upon learning
the name of the stranger and that he
came from Dedbam, aad immediately
started for the town. :
The meeting was decidedly affecting.
Cornelius at once recognised W illiam
as his brother, although William, being
younger, had not so strong a recollec-
tion of Cornelius, Mutual explanations
followed and Cornelius related his
wanderings eince leaving home. Ho
bad gone S uth in 1861 and entered
the army. At the conclusion of the
war he drifted to Colorado, where he
had interested himself in ming and
bad become wealthy. Regarding. his
neglect to send a letter home, he ex-
plained that he bad read in the papers
of the death of his parents, and had
also the report substantiated bv J hu
Finn, a former res dent of D dham.
whom he met. He had abandoned all
hope of ever seeing or hearing from his
folks. He at once took William with
him to his miniog camp and gave him
an important position, His father has
received a check for $1,000.— Boston
Globe.
There were exported from New York
for Earopesn ports in 1881, 37 806 head
of cattle of the value of 83 690,808;
26.733 sheep, valued at $314 867; b7,-
486 988 pounds of fresh beef, priced at
$3 426,040, and 1,463,881 pounds of
mutton, valued at $114 148.
By an experiment made with a chest:
nut tree thirty-five years old to calou-
late the amount of moisture evaporated
from the leaves, it was found to lose
sixteen gallons of water in twenty-four
hours
A BRUTAL BUTCHERY.
Centennial Oelebration of the Massacre
of Nsety-six Christine Moravies ladians
in Onis.
om : po oy the centennial
0, gives
elo of the horrible masssgre of
Moravian Indians, which occurred there
in 1782. The letter says:
This village is sitnsted on the Pan
Handle railroad, midway between Pitts-
burg and Columbus, has two churches,
povoral worm, tes oa bul, hus
80 t is » peculiarly
et he
little in it to remind hg be that
it was once thie theatre of one of the
bloodiest butcheries that ever occurred
in this conntry,
David Zsisberger, s Moravian mis.
siopary, established several missions
among the Delawares in the Toscarawas
Valley in 1772, and among the rest was
ta of ee Teron tents
oO . When
Ey ite British made every -
fort to induce the Moravian Indians to
take the war-path wgainst the Ameri-
the Americans, their
them that war was and
steadily refused to take sides , Failing
the British prepared to ah.
alse] b Yaese, Late in halk uf
8 Kizg, Captain Pipe
Captain Elliott, an Englishman, with a
foree of more than three hundred, a
pasted and drove
nhabitants to Bandusky, where they
wore left without sufficient
fc the winter that was nesr at hand.
a aE eis
a party back to their Tuscarawas home
to gather the corn that had
not been allowed to harvest
vious fall. A party of hostiles came
with them from the Sandusky, and those
going to the Ohio committed several
murders. Among other atrocities they
impaled s mother and her child Spe
trees near Goadenbutten. They
came to the town and loitered around
some time, bat being warned away by
the Moravians, they left, after
secreted several bloody trophies of
expedition about the place, including
the dress of the woman they bad mur.
Sars Ti that BA
tiers so y that a
the command of Colonel David Wil-
lismson, marted toward the Moravian
village with the intention of d
it. On the 6th of March they
the vicinity of the town, and lay all
night within hearrng.
Next morning a young man named
Shebosh went out to look for his horse,
and seeing the white men he went
toward them, expecting a kind recep-
tion. He was killed while begging for
his life, telling them that hé was the
son of a white men. Williamson's mea
then proceeded to the village, and were
received by the Indians with great
kindness. They were told that the
white men hid come to take them to
Fort Pitt, where they would be well
taken care of until war was ended. On
this promise of protection the Indisns
gave up their arms, when they were
seized and bound. Nearly o'l the white
men were in favor of killing them,
only eighteen refusing to participate in
the erime. The msn whose wife and
child had been murdered and impaled
on trees was along, and he
his wife's bloody dress, which, with
several other articles, was found where
the Wyandots had hidden them ia order
to bring mischief upon the Moravians.
Syme were in favor of burning them
at the stake, but that was voted down,
and it was decided to kili them singly
by tomahawking them. The Indians
were told that they must die
the first shook of surprise was over they
bagan to prepare for their fate. What
a time of agony it must have been to
those poor people All through the
long, stormy night voices of prayer
were heard in the cabins where
were confined, while susias the
mingled with the roar of the win
howled through the trees,
shrieked
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that were killed, forty were men, twen
women and thirty-four children.
Two bo Secabed ge by simu.
lating death after having been knocked
down and ecalped, the other by creep-
ing through a trap-door into the
Watching sn ity, they suo
ceeded in getting to a thicket near by,
where they concealed ves,
dead bodies were thrown upon
floors of the *slaughter-houses,” as
they were appropriately termed, and
the cabins fi The bones were only
partially consumed, and lay scattered
sround for ten or fifteen years, when
they were given burial by David Peter
(tsther of Edward Peter of this pisce,
himself now an old map, and the first
treasurer of this ocouaty) aad John
Heokewelner, a Moravian missionary.
In 1872 a monument was to
mark the spot for all time. It is car
boniferous limestone of a light brown
color, is thirty-six feet high, and cost
$3,000. 1t is inscribed as follows :
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: Here Triumphed in Death :
Ninety Christian Indians,
March 8 1783 °
© GNADENHUTTEN.
The legend is very familiar through
out Archangel Province and among the
Lapps. Anika came yearly to take
tribute of the fishers. None knew of
his coming or going, but he was always
seen on the shore when the boats came
in from the sea. He periodically chal-
lenged the fishermen to fizht, but his
enormous size frightened them. For
many years he was the terror of Ribat-
sohi. Oue day w yonug man presented
himself and induced the fishermen to
take him fishing with them, Oa land-
ing the stranger cleaned the fish with
ineredible rapidity. A fishermau’s
gloves being wet, the youth, in squacz-
ing them between his hands, crushed
them to dust, while the fishermen
marveled eh is Sttengih bein inka
a , and the youth spake 1y to
Lge and slightingly. P He! hel”
laughed the giant. * Be careful or I'll
demolish thee!” They agreed to fight
in the ring on the hiil, and in the follow-
ing fashion : Each combatant was turn
a somersanlt and strike his enemy in the
ohest with his feet. Anika took the
first turn snd strook the youth, who did
not budge. A second blow, and the
young man recoiled a yard ; the third
time, a fathom. It was the stranger's
turn now. At his first somersaalt he
drove the Viking back a fathom ; at the
second, three fathoms ; at the'third, he
flung the huge sea robber seven fathoms
outside the ring—dead. They buried
him and erected the stone heap over
him,
said the youth, “your enemy is no more.
Henceforth nene shall molest yonr
ing. God be with you.” Then Le dis-
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Abo it Swallows,
A s‘rancer in Austin was v
surpr sed at the vast number
Jows that have their nests
: by the
strung « looked at them fer
vtes, ard then remarked to
8 big dmmond pin, wh
sgeinst a post on Austin
“Did yon ever sce
before in one place?
“ Yaus, T have seen more