REST. Thereisnorest. "Tis but an empty sound — A dream all shadowless the world around. Unrest is normal, Every crb or ray, Greater or less that beams by night or day, Sun, moom, or star, that burns through endless space, Each in course runs one eternal race God never rests—eternal vigil keeps; The Eye All-seeing slumbers not, slee 3 All things obedient to one Lofty Soul, Move ever restless as the ages roll. Unrest is life—hope—action—gl nor glory—play : Rest is but death-—cessation is decay. Unrest is real. Tha glorious power that spanned The mighty fabric of the skies and planned The architectural glories, far and near That deck each world and ornament esch sphere Is constant in its work, supreme, In restless glory through resistiess ime, sublime, There is no rest in all the realms of life, Man is an epitome of end! trife ; The heated words which drop from human tongues, The breath that parts the lips and fills the lungs, heart-throb, thrill Of joy or sorrow, leaves him restless still. Each each pulsation every te There is no rest, nor can rest ¢' er prevail ; The world's in motion—mountain, vale; The wondrous ocean's restless currents roll Around the sea-washed world from pole to pole; : The cloud, the storm, the darkness and the light Proclaim the resistless force and might. ¢ forests, restless There may be peace, the world in may, And awful silence, pass the years away; Long centuries hide in Time's eternal breast. Peace, silence, stillness all Rest is the mildew, the c« ; Hope's faded ashes and Love's crumbling dust. but never rest. wroding ling rust, - The Last Volley. The Strange, Romantic Story of the Riots of '49 Recounted after Midnight in a Cafe. St. Franeis in the slums struck: one, had been raised in altercation with shriek of the Of ceased poet a pitch abeve winter equinoctial outside, sud- as its }. 4 denly fair owner caught her startled breath. The traveling man rubbed his prema ture baldness, and yawned relievedly while the chorus girl suspended moment her pious occupation of table beneath curacoa the dropping but resonant peron, The poet upon nose of the cha groaned feebly, actor looked about the When +} of residence, and the root. Bond street was Battery the finest park in the world ; wher West Wasl place ; when Plancus was Consul McFlimsey 8 lived in Louis Napoleon President, had been in the height of was one of those numerous or caberets, that The apartment wherein line the basements o Clinton place. these belated revelers sat had been the ip- a queer breakfast-room of Crassus lives, sh street. It had and owner of South old black were varnished desses on the ceiling. Dives draws rent from the he and feeds his fashionable follies on suc marble mantel, there paper gods and god- I suppose young yet, h ih plebian ones as these here chronicled ; and that the chorus girl may help to support the prima donna of the variety theatre as well off as on the boards, So all things work fer good. As the actor finished his survey of the surroundings his glance fell upon the chorus girl, who had gene to sleep with her head against the wainscot, while the light of the gas jet above cast deep shadows around her eyes and made more marked the ghost of the malicious grim- ace that lingered on her face, That dear Louise and the traveling man were oblivious to anght save them- selves, She was listening, with sleepy gravity, as he related some particularly bonnes fortunes of his in Louisville. “If you were sober enough to listen, ”’ said the actor, *'I could tell you a story about a woman who like the chorus girl—especially the hair—drab that shows golden in a cross-light.”’ “That's immoral,’ said the poet, rais- ing his head and blinking like an owl “It's a premium on drunkenness, If 1 were sober enough to listen, you'd bore me to death. I could tell you a story, several stories about her, and very good stories from a bad point of view. But go on, I'll bet you two ponies—not money ponies—brandy ponies—funny little beasts, how they go trot, trot, trot, down your throat, like little cats, and pat, pat, pat, into your head, like little mice with bright eves, and then you see things and write—beg your pardon, I'm talking shop. I'll bet you a round you can't talk me to sleep by daylight, Break a glass, it’s the only way to wake the waiter, He relapsed, exhausted, into an ex- pectant heap. The actor laughed a little nervously, and went on : “Well, it’s not much of a story, and very likely I'll forget the point, but what there is you're welcome to, though I never told it before, and it’s rather late now to begin.” a 1t was in '49—no I'm not nlixed as to my dates [he said, as the popt opened his mouth as if to correct him and then looked say you thought one hardly forty, but I'm fifty-two. 1 met her—the woman who looked like Day, 49. She lived in one of the mid- dle houses of the Colonnade, in La- ian pillars upholding the porticoes ? by ten or fifteen feet of grass, as if their clusion than the quiet place could give, his partner, Front Dick's prospects were therefore very good, that himself, street importer, and He was a quiet chap, never saying anything about and very lit le roomed in the same house here in Clin- ton Place, about I had never but he had her picture in his room, and about anyone else, a block west of this, seen Marjory Salisbury, I used to think he said his prayers to it in the dark; and when I had a petit to it, something, 1 suppose. THE PICTURE ON THE WALL. It interested me a good deal, too, look at it and admire its beauty, and when that New proposing used to when he was out he surprised me by Year's day to on her, | I met her call together hastily assented. But when in the drawing-room of the house ir she world i Colonnade—I said looked like woman, The and 1’am of the world. ” seen such’a i $4 1 18 given to lying I have never face, scarce opening unde thick Ad scarlet, dark lashes fair rounded ‘anova’s Psye + anova abou Hi i him all the Hr ty t my unl ¥ unhappy ed when, one of January him packing v sd +% ¢ made England day, ex Li need, next ‘ 1 v Tee us a large failure in VErpood, just been annou had some- thing t with the sudden vovage, ' atl We least, probably 11. he sailed. to be gone six weeks at longer, and I swore a solemn vow to stand in his shoes by the time he came back. A man may lose lots of good looks in #0 perhaps you'll believe then, 1 city real estate, 1 thirty years, that I was a had in believe there are lawyers living on the handsome man money, oo, last of it yet. So you see my ambition was not altogether vain, There is no use telling you how the time passed, and Poyntz was still indefi- nitely detained abroad. Spring came at last, and the narrow slip of grass before the house in the Colonnade grew greener each day, and the young leaves heavier shadows before us on the paths across Washington Square, as we walked back on moonlight nights from her aunt's in Christopher street—a very convenient old lady. At last, one night-—I haven't forgot- ten the date; it was the 9th of May-—Mar- jory was more gracious to me than ever before, and I fancied that 1 could see in her eyes, detect in her voice, some signs of growing love--what a horrible, old worn-out word that which she could no longer conceal. When I took my leave I ventured to kiss her hand, It was a Spaniard who said a white hand could not offend, when the Queen slapped his face, wasn't it? She didn’t resent it, except by some formula; said I was a foolish boy, or something. After a sleepless night, I arose the next morning resolved that 1 would ask her that evening after the play--for we were going to the old Broadway Theatre to see Forrest in the “Gladiator” to be my wife, Not only was it im- possible for me to remain any longer in suspense, but there was danger of Poyntz returning at any time, All day I felt as if I was under the influence of a small dose hasheesh ; everything looked rose-colored and beautiful ; for the more I thought of it the surer seemed my success that night. I passed the after. noon in walking, trying to calm my ex- citement. I must have been a holy is show, with my bellcrowned beaver tipp- ed back on my head ; my neckerchief flushed, and my eyes fixed in vacancy— geeing nothing but her face, thinking of me, I remember coming out of my trance far down on one of the East side avenues, al street Arabs where gathered about me, probably attracted by my appearance manner, There American flag printed at the top of the was a flaming poster, and under it several words in i 4 BOE iV 10 thelr calling on the nation, and hurl back deliance, With a defiance w letters large and resent insult to vague wonder as to as to be hurled at, I ! through a side street toward the Bowery to take a car home, On my way I passed several of these placards, with t few with the Union Jack. These latter. defaced with quite unread- to be le of them I could make last words: ‘“Hemember, the Englishmen, and protect your country- men to-night in ith the Beside it was another, “i $ 1 % { let Hii Lite Astor exhortation ; fq si1ertit O=-NIIL al Place!” [ remember men . the majority ta lI carriage came o'elox K. and We SLA Astor Pac ©, by whicl man intended to and the Colonnade, reached Broadway wher came entangled in a thr their and farther do to 1 10 bearing OWners House, Bowery Theatre, where Forrest was, ugh. gas in the theatre, the doors opened, and in the thro We bad a rough time getting After a while, though, they lit the went the crowd—everybody who could buy or steal a ticket—swarming like bees, The theatre was quite as large as the Opera House, and was densely packed anthu It greeted with an audience whose For- rest's appearance with furious and pro- for Of course, the old ass took | seetned at fever heat, longed applause, lasting minutes, all Hil in as approbation for his course with Macready, and stood ducking and bob- till I thought he'd delight. and bing-in all directions, forgotten his lines for sheer However, he got at it before long, hang me if I know who made the most the gallery, We had a stage-box and so got a good deal of the dust off the boards and lotsa of Marjory seemed to like it, however, She leaned on the rail with her eyes fixed on the stage, and, of course, be- fore long Forrest caught on and began playing at her—positively mugged her, by Jove-~but she seemed to like it, as I said, and he must have, noise, he ox creak, She was indeed more beautiful tha night than ever before, A vivid color flashed through her fair skin, her dark eyes shone with suppressed excitement, her scarlet lips were parted a little with quiek-drawn breath. If you'd ever known the old man you would know that it ®as just this kind of thing that would make him throw himself, and he did, until in spite of my sulks I joined with the rest in the scene when as the Myrmillo he conquers the Retiarius, and with his foot on him appeals to the boxes—1 mean the Empress—-as to whether it shall be thumbs up or down ~life or death. The thunders of applause were dying away, when a sound came through the open windows above the gallery, which distant but a little ways, silence followed, and then a dull roar, as of a thousand voices, sounding like the distant thunder of the surf, Marjory started backward, clasped my arm, growing very pale, had a premonition, Perhaps she ahead too fast, Many of the audience covered with He was staring steadily toward He had foned musket, and raised it to his shoulder, straight up the street, indifferent ap- parently as to whether he hit soldier or clamations vague terror and desire to on at the Astor for one learn what Place Opera of the to every knew been made hman off the stage. Evidently i resisted by the 200 poli emen that the st inclined to take the nu +, had had rind - musketr ilter & become enraged and a followed. jut whence I excused myself, and As the I heard throng old to 4 companion, in al me say excited tone : “Hut | fall 3 % 4} it we lat rw sii Wil You, man, it Was piatoon i was seized all around nething of the panic Had the riot grown S01 me, to sucl litary had where called out | would it end 7 The bes ing pale and frigl yn the st Hes Or ry, wl y her first momentary fear, now drew s 44 me there was any danger. It was a strange ime for a woolng, with death and de- vastation a few blocks from us, drove swiftly through Fourth street. | drew her towand me and kissed her on the mouth, and any harm. She lay in my again and again, trothed, THE TRAGEDY IN THE STREETS, self and horses out of danger, to I sprang the sidewalk, and helped out. A of wind had filled the grist ing powder, through which groans curses came from Astor place, hardly a third of a block above, Before us on the sidewalk, near the iron fence, lay a man, face downward, while two others bent over him as if to learn how badly he was wounded. Some others were tearing up the paving stones a little further down, and with these ponderous missiles disappeared in the murky gloom ahead, through which shone the lights of the upper windows of the Opera House. As we hurried across the sidewalk, past the prostrate figure, one of the two bending over it rose with an oath, “It's no use, Jim ; he's squeaked for good this time. I'm going to cut for the Bowery, They'll be down here in a minute. And he darted past us down toward Fourth street, The other also rose, looked after the disappearing figure, and then drawing a heavy revolver, muttered : ST have another shot at them if I get a dose myself,” and skulked past us toward the Opera House, Against the gate leaned a young Irishman, bareheaded and coatless, his ragged trousers stuck into his tattered boots. The blood was trickling from and with automatic slowness and delibera- He was mad, 1 suppose, with ex- citement, gate, and drew the when a Marjory up the short toward steps. but had hardly gone five feet figure sprang { tid CAT “ui 33d fronted us, It was my a a cousin Poyntz, Marjory faint cry, and started back ging to my arm, He stepped forward. his heavy ing mm ominous frown as he “Are vou mad to bring her home at } 5 x t he eried, furiously, “ay toward the st “Why take her out to-night 7 into the house.’ dear cousin,” 1 answered, as around her from him, which 1 ho my arm wri st Walsy, her away ‘you tone should ght to resent. Pray, w gave this He a moment, h in way 7" stood us for is hands vou £77 he asked, ina low trembled violently, and strete th hands before her pit ‘ Dear Dick, don’t make a were comin iid I was mistaken, YOu were gone i A JI] ~ stared at him a ory ra sudden effort, recovered h Mr, and as her Povhtiz er hand rested li arm. He bowed and step he stone walk upon the grass. At that moment a eried : They ““ They are wheeling are going to fire,” A wild skurry of feet moked A gust and House. 1 turned of wind I saw a dark gray line of the street, f gleaming gun-barrels leveled down $ » the street the retreating rioters, al Marjory and Poyntz also turned and saw the silent line beyond, and who glared across the table at the door behind the actor's head, and preserved who listens for a sound which he dreads 10 hear, At length he rose, “Ugh,” he can said, powder, $e You aril alii blood to see i will have stay with " $ \ 3 I'he chorus girl and a hard cough The i» oor Littl and kissed Vv patented : . I, of Dorrance, | Kan, The wind wheel is mounted on a | frame, and b i ing gear, L110. Samotive i v BOWIL. Giggles and Grins. | Some Sayings of the Press. Clowns of the | A Utah paragraph speaks of | who “‘marrowly escaped being | tridgeized,”” Did the | Knights of days of Daymon eq n Pythias ? The best place to h ! discovered. | Oh. Reilly.” It is between A fashion item says gentle are larger than last man’s cards Those that lately year, { we have been playing with are | the same old size, and just as hard as | ever to give up both bowers and the § 200, As we stood motionless staring at monosyliable of command cut sharply through the tumult. She stood next to me-—almost by my gide, She threw herself upon his breast, shielding him with her body. A bright flash lighted up the pillars behind us from plinth te the acanthus leaves of the capitals, A roar, a patter of lead on the granite pillars behind us, and Majory Salisbury sank down upon the grass at his feet. he motioned me back, a ghastly smile on his face, “She is mine now. Did I not tell you she loved me ?'° And kneeling down, he raised her head upon his knee, and kissed her, The actor raised his head and looked about him fearfully, wondering if his strange companions had heard his his. tory. The gas, cut off at the meter, was dying in the jet, and beneath it the lit tle party looked like some company of revelers death-stricken in their seats at the end of the revel. Sleep had claimed them for his own, save only the poet | A little three-year-old girl, while hex { mother was trying to get her to sleep | became interested in some outside noise, She was teld that it | cricket, was caused by a when she observed : | “Mamma, I think he ought to be oiled.” An Austin came home school very much excited and i sagely , boy from told his father that he believed all human beings were descended from apes, which made the old man so mad that he replied angrily : “That may be the case with you, but it ain't with me—I can tell you that, now.” . “In our country,” said the English man, as he leaned back in his chair, “before we marry we arrange to settle a certain sum upon the wife.” “Yes, I know,” replied the American, “bul with us it is different. It is after we are married that we settle everything on the wife and arrange to beat our creditors,” “Haw! I see. And how do the creditors take it?" “They never find anything to take. * A Harvard student was called to ace count for having styled the professor of Hebrew “a first class mule.” He ad- mitted having made the remark, but said be intended it as a compliment. “Explain yourself," said the professor, “Why, a first-class mule is necessarily a good He-bray-ist,*
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