By the Sea. The waves come crowding up on the shore Like nymphs in silv’ry green; Forward in line, they trip to the time Of orchestras unseen, They sport, and leap, by the rocky point, Sparkling in gems and gold; Murmuring ever a liquid strain, Like siren-songs of old. Vith snowy plumes which wreathe and cur, And toss in wanton glee, Their riotous dance brings to the heart The gladness of the sea! Oh, the sea seems in a happy mood, Happy! and so am I; With heart as light as the foamy crest Of waves that jostle by! Portland Transeript The Undertone, X lay upon the water's edge, The lapping waves erept to and fro With murmuring soft "guinst rocky ledge, With moaning where the rushes grow; And e'er beneath the tide and moan Sounded an undertone "Neath the tangled branches of a wood 1 stood, and heard the giant limbs, With thousand tongues of leaves, enflood The place with solemn, dirge-like hymns, And there through sound familiar grown Sounded an undertone, X watched a bird upon the wing: His song of gladness, like a thread, Wove in and out the air of spring A web of sweet song "hroidered; And blent with carol high and lone Sounded the undertone. A wandering band of minstrels strolled, With thrilling harp and wild, sad song; I listened as the notes out-rolled And beat against a careless throng; And there heard I—was’t I alone ? The sounding undertone. And e'er, beneath the child's sharp ery, The maidens 'anghter pure and sweet, Man's cath, mah's prayer, comes drifting by, Life's undertone the soul doth greet. Is't echo lost to common ears That idling poe} vaguely hears ? / — Marie Le Baron. The Romance of a Hammer. Yes, I am, I believe, quite a disin- terested person, and fairly well-known for both my courage and modesty. ] was boarding in a retired neighborhood in New York, and next door to me lived, in a private house, an old lady, with her groaddaw Need 1 say that that young person was unusually attractive? I regret to state, however, that any advances on my part in that direction were met at first with much indifference. Of course, an acquaint- ance with the old lady had to be made, and 2 very queer old lady was she With a great many eccentricities, she had one in particalar which over- shadowed the rest. Once her house had been robbed, forty years before, and she had never forgotten it. Though she was deaf as a post, she assured me that the least noise disturbed her of nights, as the dread of robbers was always on her mind. Whether the young lady shared her grandmother’s fears or not, I did not know. 1 rather hoped she did. If, as I thought to myself, I could only takeadvantage of thisold woman's fancies, that might give me an intro- duction to the house. The old lady was garrulous, and I very soon scraped up an acquaintance with her. 1 had not been talking with her more than five minutes, shouting my words into her before I broached the subject of robberies. From my pocket »% 3 x Garner. CAIs, from in loud tones a long account of a housebreaking adventure. 1 must confess that in order to add some point to the story I introduced some quite new facts into the description. For instance the street in which the rob- bery took place was in an entirely dif- ferent part of the town from ours, and for it 1 substituted our own immediate neighborhood. In the original version, however, it was an old woman who had actually been at the mercy of the bandits. 1 howled it all out, and had the satisfaction of seeing that it had an instantaneous effect on the old lady. “ Deary me!” said the old lady. “Ter- rible! and we are so entirely unpro- tected—two lone women!” « Awful!” I replied; “and when rob- bers get in a neighborhood they never let up until they elean out everything. I don’t like to tell you, but I have seen some very strange and mysterious- looking fellows—tramps apparently — lounging around here lately.” “ Bless us! and I am so deaf, and so nervous. I am sure I shan’ be able to sleep for weeks. What can I do?” “1 have an idea,” said I. “In what story of your house do you sleep?” * Second story.” Then the old lady described the position of her bed- chamber—second story back. Her granddaughter slept in the same room. 1 had known that before from a care- ful reconnoissance I had made. My own modest chamber in the boarding- house was on the same floor, and our rooms were contiguous, only separated by the thin party wall. “ Now, my dear madame,” said I, “1 am going to propose a plan of action for you, quite simple of its kind, which ought to relieve you of all anxieties, 1 might recommend a burglar-proof ap- paratus with telegraph attachments, but those are very expensive things to set up. I can manage it all with a hammer." “A hammer I” exclaimed the old lady, opening wide her mouth and eyes, “ Yes; a simple hammer.” “ But I should be so terrified that if a robber were to break in 1 never could use it. 1 couldn't knock him down with it.” The old lady was ter- ribly flustered. “I didn't mean a hammer to be used as a weapon. Oh, dear, no; quite dif- ferent from that. Your room in your house and mine in: my house are ad- jacent, and the head of your bed is just near mine. Now, I will bay you a small hammer, and all you have to do is to take it to bed with you. At the least noise take your hammer and give it three raps on the wall. 1 will at once understand that by that is meant a precautionary signal. It's quite as good as any telegraphic apparatus. 1 hear the three raps good. I wake up at once, and, springing out of bed put on my clothes. 1 am prepared for action, as it were. Then, should your fears continue, you keep on rapping. I understand at once that the danger is imminent. Then ] seize my revolver, cock it, runs downstairs, bound over the fence, and my presence at once disconcerts the robbers. They en- deavor to escape; I shoot two or three of them, and you and your charming granddaughter ‘are saved.” “It s very dreadful, but quite kind and thoughtful of you, and so in- genious. Ido believe that if I knew that some one was watching for my safety half my fears would be dis- sipated.” The old woman really looked quite grateful. “So you think yon could hear me?” she asked «Of course I could. I sleep on one ear,” I replied. “It is true the idea is fectly my own, but as introduced by me it is quite practicable, for it has been put on trial; in fact, by means of the hammer system we might dispense with the police entirely. Once, when 1 lived in quite a deserted neighborhood —a long row of houses in a suburban portion of the city—I organized a ham- mer alarm. I had to doit for self- protection. There had been robbery after robbery in the row, and the police were afraid to interfere. Every- VOLUME XY, Hditor * ERT IS FMT NUMBER 37. | tho thieves, for, as bad luck would have it for these rascals, they tried to { break into ene d of the row. In six seconds every inmate in the row had been informed that a burglarious attempt was Iie You might have heard the working al the sti house just at the en ing made TY Wy mg from Hness of Nr i mi nde turned out under 1 y a cordon, swept ti SIX OF seven of remember the n nly that they ye sti were irsty rascals Known i me." The old lady, whose hair fairly y by this time—or would have p if she had had any--was profu her thanks, Just what 1 wanted took place, 1 was invited next evening take tea, and the old lady In person showed me her garden, so that I might inderstand the lay of the land. Now, 1 had reconnoitered the ses before, not that 1 thought thing ever would happen, In out of consideration the ) woman. The fence was not a very high one, though adorned with my ¢ 3 il rl i for 1& 108 ug SIME eS, g barrel near it that and then witha s scale the fence, suecor and the them. 1 bought a sented it to her, } En I showed my plans of lady approved of mer, pres old tack-h and expl 2 : in detail, the method of The tea was her forgot all about the week curred to break peaceful neighborhood, or SO I am sound sleeper a certain there was wind and rain, dows, that my usual re At last I went off when i my ear I was awakened I heard the three ominous taps on the wall! I never list \ dreadful in my I waited a wh tionary signal, alarm. Rat-tat-tat-—went tatoo on the wall, then knew danger was imminent. looked the window, and it and dogs i ursed rappin such with Coie, ly dreamy dose, with a start ened to anything so life. Was 1 it wis the but not awake ! the itive the devil's that out of was ng cats shuddered! Still the { g of the hammer berated through the room. 1 on my clothes. had a revo in my life, and, had I owned one, wo not have known how to shoot it off. wished I had not lied so, but was romantic, The rap) mad. Suppose true for true robbers next door ! could a i armed youn; whole rever- iad 1 huddled iil IKe breakers ? murder their thonght the window and yell : but my window looked on the yard, and the wind was howling so that had there been a whole squad of police below not one of them would have heard me. It was dreadful to be waked up that way, to walk to sudden death, pared as I knew I was. officiousness ! once open i . theives I” and so unpre- I cursed I was dressed somehow at last and went slowly, shiv the stairs, making all t but it was just one boarding-houses where never take of opened the back door which garden, I was wet to the skin before 1 found the barrel and what was mysterous about it was that the barrel had been moved away from the ring dow n he noise 1 could, of those selfish the inmates anything. 1 led to the notice fence, minute it flashed across my min did I once venture in the adjacer garden my retreat would be cut off, and that as the victim trap, next morning I would be found dead—dead—my skull beaten in with a jimmy. At last, however, at the expense of several severe excoriations, 1 was over the fence. 1 gazed at the back of the house. All was still ll as death there was a lull in the storm. I waited to hear the agonized scream of the vie- tims, but there was nothing appalling stillness. Then something rustled, and I covered my face with my hands, I was awaiting some crash- ing blow on my head, when a stray cat bounded past me. No lights were visi- ble. 1 waited ten minutes, exposed to the drenching of the pitiless storm, for it rained now harder than ever; then, feeling that if the worst had come it was all over now, and I could do noth- of some villainous + -n1 1 save an reclimbed the fence, and at last gained my bed. 1 was miserable, chilled to the marrow, and so nervous and excited that 1 never went to sleep any more during the whole of that wretched night. Next morning, having recovered somewhat from the effects of that night of terror, 1 awaited with much anxiety the appearance of that old lady at her door, for she always in the milk herself. Should she not respond to the milkman’s call then the mystery would be solved. But she did turn up. 1 at once went to the door, and 1 expected that she would took ter to impart to me, and I was ready to tell her how I had saved her and her granddaughter from death, when, much to my disgust, after having exchanged milk. last her escape was about re-entering with “You had a most narrow night,” 1 said. “Oh, yes,” she replied, smilingly: “it's half water, and mighty blue and thin. Evidently she referred milk.” “If it had not been for me,” your beds. I was up and out. three seconds after the first stroke of the hammer 1 was in your garden. | hope your charming granddaughter has suffered no inconvenience. 1 am quite positive that they—the robbers were around last night, and my timely presence scattered them.” “God bless my soul,” said the old fady, as she dropped the milk, “and I did not know it.” “But you hammered away like a first-class blacksmith.” “Indeed, I did not,” said she; “and my milk, that's all gone. I slept un- common well: better than usual. 1 always sleep soundly when it rains.” Would it be believed that the old woman denied the hammer incident in toto? Had I been dreaming? Was it force of imagination, the teaming of a delirious brain? A shocking bad cold in my head assured me that it had been a reality. I was quite out of heart all that next day, and went to bed at night in hy had hardly fallen off into a feverish wv when 1 heard the accursed r again, 1 covered my head Rat-tat-tat it a hammering of imagination, for 1 put my ear to wall and felt the vibrations through the flimsy partition. Oh; the unutterable of that old And what if she were robhed a dozen tea desperate HOw, i Fortunately it [ found my barrel ! at was reassuring. 1 ated myself again, 1 st aled the and landed with a crash on the side on a p of tlower-pots had carclessly placed there, a moment for the noise to knew that it robbers he row 1 had made must rtle them. I rubbed a very badly ined ankle and waited and nothing slums hamime tl with badelothes, \ i 1 went It could not be ny seltishness of a silver teapot or so or ns! 1 was downstairs Hr raining. ile one I waited stthside. i ie LY A353 went on that ac Was I to be 1 rible task of discov ering thieves in that old lady's garden; and, what was worse, my chivalous eon death, receive Evidently there was I was the victim whose plotted sleep after that with- : and al- ways in a most wretched frame of mind duet, my dali with iy ing no reco some mystery nd was | I never went to sad e wine ing out stuffing cotton in my ears I was a martyr of my disinterestedness, I was being x Lif 1 lady was ny sweet sleep The old under some ¥ i 1 whbed of 3 i \ } ¢ became a burden 10 me. either laboring crazy. There made me that was he belief that 1 was a hero in the eyes the granddaughter, 1 cannot say that she ever directly expressed herself in that way, but looking at her at times when I met her in the street, as 1 ad- dressed a few words to her, 1 thought I recognized an expression on her face h told me of her sympathy. ese nocturnal visits at last preyed on my I went to bed now with my ck I had bought a second- i revolver. 1 had become reckless, I am quite sure that had I met a small of Oliver Twist old lady's garden 1 have shotat him. ° The rapping would cease for a night or two and then commence again. 1 felt that this or I was hin whi rments, ar hallucination was only one suffer all these t« or on thes on. shat +3 , thout the size business l My employers, leading grocers, had noticed my sleepiness during busi- ness hours, and had complained about it, wearily 1 tol in hand nical pro- and I dropped into a wash- tub of water, placed with devilish in- hree-legged stool. As 1 off, The used at last, but 1 that One night this spring for it had become § CESS Tid PN genuity on a three tell over my pistol went dg] wrhood was ar i i ward in the bath-room } lady's garden peals of or, and a young woman appeared » window who was apparently old en + brutal conduct on the part of not suflicient, think of impertinence of a young man who called next day on me at zirl were our place of As I have said, 1 am a clerk olesale grocery line, and drug- "clerks are always stuck-up crea- That young sprig tw 1 a stick one hand and in the other he had a [ am to suppose his name was on it, here,” said he, ng his stick whiz through the air within a few inches of my nose. * See here, codfish, prunes, , you have been fool- wand grandmother's place long ugh, and you are a precious ass, and that's my cousin, a lady 1 IMArry had quite vour nonsense. What a proprietary idiot, with a it, you must yw that the old lady has got rol the brain bad when she's awake, but when she’s asleep of nights, bless her, she snores away | hum- ming top. A Chinee cracker under her ear wouldn't as much as faze her, Now, the old woman never had any use for vour hammer, but I guess from what Mary Jane has told me she has been pounding around with it quite promis- cuously. Now, see here, here is your hammer, and do you take it before I make you swallow it, handle, claw and all, just as if it were a glass of crean soda, and the very next time I hear vou have ventured to cross that fence, or to put that big foot of yours in my grandmother's house, I will just thrash vou dizzy, and listen to some good ad- viee—change your boarding-house, figs, even if you have to go back on your | landlady.” HESLIIUNS, in the wl $y rl irieX written “Nee Naki oleomargarine, pickles and glacos has ¢ stamp on Kn¢ on ike a i The Oldest Reigning Monarch, A telegram (happily contradicted) that the emperor of Brazil had abdicated in favor of his daughter Donna Isabella, the Countess d'Eai, brings to mind the { fact mentioned in the Register some months ago, that he has been on the throne longer than any other living { monarch. Fifty-one years ago last April Dom Pedro 1., the father of the present emperor, rather than yield what he conscientiously believed to be his constitutional rights, abdicated in the following letter: “Availing myself of the right which the constitution con- cedes to me, 1 declare that 1 have vol- untarily abdicated in favor of my be- loved and esteemed son, Dom Pedro de i Aleantara. (Dated) Boa Vista ( Riode | Janeiro), April 7, 1831, tenth year of the independence of the empire,” The present emperor was governed by re- gents for nine years, until his majority was declared in 1840, He had thus | been governing monarch for forty-one vears ; but as his reign dates from the 7th of April, 1831, he has in reality been monarch six years longer than the queen of England.— Panama Herald. To Keep Grapes, A New York paper publishes two recipes for keeping grapes which will perhaps be a practical help to house- wives in this vicinity, where grape culture is extensively carried on: I. Select nine fresh clusters, and ent the end of the stem smooth and dip it lin melted sealing-wax; then put in cot- ton batting; pack them away in wooden boxes; keep them in a dry, cool place, In this way they will keep fresh all | winter. | II. Take full bunches, ripe and per- | fect; seal the end that is cut from the | vine so that no air can get in or the | juice of the stem run out, and let them | stand one day after sealing, so as to be | sure they are perfectly sealed (if not, | they will shrivel up), then pack in hoxes of dry sawdust and keep in cool places. They will keep nicely all win- | ter without losing their flavor. In pack- ing, do not crowd the bunches; sprinkle the sawdust over the bottom of the box, then lay the grapes carefully, a bunch at a time, all over the box, then with a hammer. BULL RUN, How Henry J. Havmond and De, Russell of the Londen Times’ Rode Like Mad for Washingion-=