™E
QO voloes still
beneath the churchyard sod,
Bright ey
that glistened from behind
nes
: early given back to God,
yw are ashes!
lon
Warm be
Red lips
Ab, soit is! all that hath ever been
Experienced by the spirit is immortat;
Each hope and joy and grief is hid within
The memory's sacred portal.
And yet the soft glow of the midnight hour
A strain of haunting music sweet and
olden,
A dream. a bird, a bee, a leaf, a flower,
A sunset rich and golden—
Can fling Wt portal open;
App atx the rece
and beyond
All hopes, all
fonda,
In infinite
joys, all fears, all musings
revealing.
¢ present passes from the sight
GOING ASIORE,
«There she 18, sir; that's sne just off
the there,
on, and in arf an honr if she ain't on
Junk Sands, I'm a Datechman,”
My companion was uo native of dam-
land, for there was Briton written on
every feature of his bronze red face as
he stood by me on Baythorpe shore, in
his canvas trousers, fisher’s boots, blue
Jersey
with = of oakum band,
the flap behind beat about in the tre-
poi
it
faces,
“Bang!” went the dull, smothered
report of a heavy gun, and in the shade
of the coming night T just caught sight
of a faint flash of light, Where
a heavy storm of rain, while the
whistling of the wind and the thunder-
over and over upon the sand, tearing it
out from among the clays, and scraping
face of such a storm extremely confus-
bank, drenched to the skin with the
spray, for the news had spread that a
three-master was going ashore.
Guing ashore! Simple words to a
landsman; but
The noble vessel tearing and plunging
through the broken waters—now down
then a shook as she strikes upon the
sand and seems immovable; a shudder-
ing quiver through plank and beam,
and then crash, crash, crash—enapped
huge ropes part like burned twine, then
fall crashing again on the sands, part-
ing in the middle; rushing billows
casks, bodies, as the merciless waves
sport with them, tossing them on to the
sands and then curling over ‘fo drag
them back. Going ashore—not safety
from a wild storm, but death,
“Ah,” said the old salt by my side,
shouting at me with his hand fo his
mouth, ‘did you hear that gun?”
I nodded.
“There goes another.”
There goes another,” he continued,
stretching out his hand and pointing to
where the flash could be seen, while
directly came another dull, heavy
report. ‘*Can’t yer see her now, gir?”
Mine were no sea-going eyes; and it
was no easy task to make out a distant
object through the blinding storm of
spray which beat dead in my face, but
I just managed to make out a dark
mass among the boiling waves, and I
shuddered as I thought of the fate of
those on board,
“She must come to it,” said the mar;
“she'll come in just here,” amd he
pointed to a spot among the waves
where they seemed the roughest.
+She’ll be there in less time than Isaid;
and then, Lord have merey upon ‘em.
Amen!”
As he said this the old man reverent-
ly took off his tarpaulin son'wester,
and stood with the storm tearing
through the remaining of his grizzly
nair; bald, rugged, and weather-beaten,
the coarseness of his features seemed
for the moment subdued—softened by
the feeling within his breast—as he
stood there no inapt representation of
the seer of old.
“Is there no chance for them?” I
shouted.
The old man shook his head aad
shrugged his shoulders, ** Precious
little,” he said, ‘unless them chaps
come down with the lifeboat; but who'd
go out?”
such a sea on, and, having.no reply, I
stood shading my eyes bey gazing out
to sea,
“Bang!”
dull, echoless report, and as the veil of
the storm, I conld perceive a large
yards trom the shore; and once, as she
keeled over and showed her deck, 1
people,
“God help them!" I nmitered.
“Amen!” said the old man; and just
then, away to our left, we saw the life.
arnval —as another flash and its follow-
ing heavy report seemed to come from
the doomed yessel like a groan of pain
in its hour of distress,
the old man, shouting in my ear, for
after the lull the storm came down with
redoubled fury-—the wind shrieking and
bowling past, cutting the crests of the
waves off as it came tearing over the
hill of waters and dashing the salt spray
in my face till it almost seemed to
out the flesh, while at times the women
who had come down were complete.
ly held back against the steep sand
bank.
“Phere! look there!” cried the old
man, suddenly seizing my arm,
“Catohing st straws, Why, there's
coming nshore, There,
don’t yon see—now a-top o' that break-
or!”
at?
“¢ Gone! said the old man,
Nothing could live in such
“Let's go to the lifeboat and see if
“There, just as I said,” ho shouted,
And then above the yelling of the
shriek that seems 10 ring
«It's now or never,’ said the old man,
boat stood upon its carriage, the women
hanging on to their husbands appar-
The sea had looked fearful cnough
where we stood before, but here,
ers, it looked periectly so, while the
attempt to launch a boat seomed abso-
lute madness, It was evident the men
thought so too, though as we came up
one sturdy fellow shouted:
“I'm ready, mates, if you're going,”
a remark that elicited no response, for
every one stood stolidly gazing toward
the doomed vessel,
Jast then, in the dull haze seaward,
a blue light shone out over the water
like a dull star, but still no one moved.
All at once the old man by my side laid
“Give me a lift, sir;” and before I
had climbed, by my help, into the boat,
*““Now, then, you boys,” he shouted,
wildly, *‘I can’t etand this. Stand
and let some of the old ones
Women were
boat's crew Was
The spell was broken,
and a
wailing of sweethearts and wives, who
about the beach wringing their
hands,
“Hurray for old Marks!” shouted a
ly oheered the old man, The oars were
shipped and all made ready, the old
n
y
on,
in his place with a life-beit his
hat blown off and looking nobler than
“Now, are you all ready?” he shout-
ed,
“No, nol” was the reply; and in the
hush of expactation two men rose in the
boat, dashed off their life-belt, and,
amid half-muttered groans, leaped
out from their places and ran up the
peared.
i'wo more!” shouted old Marks,
and for a few moments, s0 dread was
stout lads came rushing toward the boat,
a perfect
giant,
“Stop them!” he roared, ‘Yer shan’t
go, lads.”
He came up to them by the boat's
side as they were climbing in, and en-
a couple of men, and the two new-
comers were in half a minute equipped
for the dire struggle before them and in
their places,
“Let me go!”
but the others
ignal was given,
down into position,
chosen,
above the
iasunched.
My attention had been so taken up
that I had ceased to look upon the man
who was struggling to regain his liber
ty; but, just as the boat was leaving its
carriage, a bystander was driven violent.
ly against me, and the moment after 1
saw a figure dash across the intervening
space and seize the side of the boat;
ked the old man;
to him as the
carriage backed
the time accurately
and with a wild “hurrah” heard
storm, the lifeboat
shrie
the
Was
minutes the lifeboat was
rising upon & wave then disappeanng
again in a dull haze, which, mingling
with the coming night, soon shut every-
thing from our gaze but the foaming
water,
“(Over seventy, sir,” shouted a voice
in response to a query. ‘Old man-o'-
war's-man, Been in many a siorm,
but this here's awfal.”
Awful it was, for so wild a night had
for years, and as the folks upon the
shore gazed in the direction the boat
had taken they shook their heads and
shouted in each other's ears,
Thore was a long and awful pause,
only broken by the shrieking of the
the sands, and fifteen
up the shore.
“Now, my lads,” cried old Marks,
again,”
The boat
two lads taking his piace by the side of
the old coxswain, for no amount of
change.
the storm, and again the gallant crew
stant, and then seemed to plunge into
had fallen,
I could not drag myself away from
the stirring scene around me, for I
scomed held to the spot by a strange
fascination. All at once a lurid light
shot up, for a quantity of straw had
been set on five, and the flames roared
and crackled as dry seaweed and pieces
of wood were heaped up to increase the
glare, which appeared to gild the crests
of the wayes, and threw into bold relief
the figures on the sands—some
watching eagerly the fringe of breakers,
ready to rush down and secure anything
might be washed ashore from the
wreck,
More straw was heaped upon the fire,
fand as they arose with the mighty cur-
rent of air and darted soross the sand- |
bank. Out geaward all seemed blank
the cyos strained after
All at ones there was a ory of ‘‘Here |
she comes!” but it was prolonged into
from the fire the boat could be seen
broadside on and close ashore, and then |
after tossing abont for a moment, she |
was dashed, bottom upward, upon the
sands,
There was a rush to aid the men
in the surf, Bome were
dragged ashore; some scrambled un-
aided from the water, while more than |
one was sucked back by the under-tow;
but Ly the life-belts they were kapt
afloat, and at last, more or less hart, |
whole crew was ashore—three
being carried up to the village insens-
ible,
| now learned that about half way to
the the steersman's oar had
snapped in two, and the boat fell into |
the trough of the sea, when, in thelr
efforts right her, a couple more
blades wero broken; a wave swept over
them and washed two men from their
places, and then the boat became un-
manageable in their hands; for in spite
of the efforts of the coxswain, the men
appeared panic-stricken, and rowed at
random.
The light that glared upon the shore
now showed that it was completely
strewn with wreck, and I looked with
horror upon the various signs which so
plainly disclosed the fate of the good
ship, Spar, plank, beam and cask,
entangled with rope, were churned over
and over in the sand; and twice I saw
something dragged ashore and carried
AWAY, which sent a shudder through
my f{rame. At last, heart sick
and weary, 1 turned away, and inquired
where the crew of the boat was, aud
who had suffered; when to my sorrow
{ learned that the only one seriesusly
injured old Marks, had
gallantly set the example which had
resulted in the saving of fifteen poor
creatures from a walery grave,
On entering the village I soon found
where the old man had been conveyed,
and a few minutes after was at the bed-
side of the sufferer, 1 found
sensible, but with a change in his eoun-
tenance that no amount of pain and
suffering could have placed there,
He was quite calm, and smiled as I
entered
“Has she gone to pieces?’ he whisp-
ered, stopping to wipe the blood away
that oozed from his lips,
“I fear 80.” I replied; ‘‘the shore is
sirewed with wreck.”
“] knowed she would,” he gasped.
“Poor things! poor things! How many
did we bring ashore?”
I told him fifteen.
“Ah!” he groaned, ‘‘not enough, not
enough!”
“But it was a most gallant act,” I
said, *‘and more would have been saved
but for the accident, Where are you
hurt? It is not serious, I hope?”
“Serious!” he whispered; and then
with a sad smile, “no, it ain't serious;
I'm the only one hurt, and my time's
up long ago —four years and more. So
it ain't sozions,”
“Where are you hurt?”
“Ribs all crushed.” |
“1 was under the
and it's all over,
doctor's looks,”
A gush of blood stopped his utter
ance and I did not dare whisper the
comfort I could not but feel.
“It's all nght, sir,” he whispered,
after lying with his eyes closed for
about half an honr—*'it's all right, and
an old tar couldn't die better than dom’
his duty. I never thought so; but i
1
VORSe)
to
Was who 80
16 whispered,
gunwale of the boat,
I could see it in the
harness, as they say, and so I shall; but |
I wish there had been more,”
“More what?" 1 asked.
“More saved,” he whispered. *'Yer |
gee, I’ve been alore now jin action; and
the Almighty only knows how many |
souls I've eut off; and I should like to |
feel sure as ['d saved more than I did |
for—that's all, Perhaps they may |
go in the scale to help balance the |
bad.”
“But you did all as a part of your |
duty.”
“Ah.” he whispered, ‘‘duty. Yes,
satlors should always do their daty, and
I felt it was mine to-night to go. We
old men-o’-war's men were trained to
answer a call in calm or storm; and
when lives were at stake to-night I felt
that I was called, and I hope I did my
duty. Will you ask them fifteen to say
just a word or two for the old man in
gone? I think I should like it, for
I'm an old sailor and can boast of my
past life.”
“Have you no relatives?” I whispered;
“no friends that you would like to
see?”
“Nar away—far away,” ho said, with
a mournfal shake of the head, “and
some are a-waitin’ for me to join their
Don't leave me, sir,” he said,
I promised I would mot, and sat |
the hard breathing of
who seemed to sink into a state of
stupor, moaning at intervals as he
tossed his head from side to side on the
pillow, and muttered a fow words,
broken and half spoken, The storm |
gradually sunk till tne wind guite lulled, |
the sufferer,
the curtain and looked out upon the |
sea, whish still tossed fearfully, though |
bright moon.
now so placid and serene, almost won-
dering that so great a change could
have taken place, when I started, for a
voice behind me shouted:
“Morning watoh! Draw the curtain
in and let that moon shine jn!”
I obeyed—tarning cold and trembling
as I did do—still look at the dying
sailor, who sat erect in the bed.
“Hark! don't you hear that? It's the
poatswain piping for me to keep my
everlasting watch, Ay, ay, sirl There
hark again! There's the waves a
tashing upon the further shore. Droak-
ors ahead! breakers a-head! Look out
thore! The old vessel's struck snd she’s
the old seventy-four
that's many # storm, going
ashore. Farewell, messmato; one short
struggle, one cold plunge aud a hopeful |
hoeart—a brave striking out through the
harsh breakers! Land ho! land hol on
8
1and of pence and hope, Now for it! The
rush of the dark waters is coming
blinding « deafening—but keep a bold
heart, messmate. God bless you! I’m
going ashore!”
For some minutes I sat motionless,
The old man's eye had lighted as he
woatherad
His voice seemed to
peal thr ugh the silence of the night, {
until I shivered as he described the wreck
then taking place. To the last word
his voice had rung out elear and reso-
nant: then he sank back motionless
upon the pillow, stained now with his
lifeblood, aud 1 passed softly from
the room, for I knew that his life-bark
was stranded by the sea of death,
“> -_—- v -
Odd Traces of Lost Money.
Almost any one could collect and tell
a good many incidents about lost money
that been found if he would try,
but came under our own
observation, and we ean vouch for their
truth.
A farmer in Kinnickinnick Valley was
paid $1,000 while he was loading hay.
He put it in his vest pccket, and after
he had anloaded the hay he discovered
he had lost it
pitched the whole load into the mow on
top of it, He went to work and pitched
it al! out, a handful at a time, upon the
varn floor, and when«the hired man's
fork-tine came up with a £100 bill on it
he knew that he had struck a lead. He
got it all
A young man one spring ploughed a
pocketbook and thirty dollars in greon-
backs under, and, by a singular coiuci-
dence, the next spring it was ploughed
ont and, though rotten clear through,
was sent to the treasury, where il was
discovered that bills were
Michigan National Bank, whither they
were sent and redeemed,
We lost a roll of $100 in the spring
of 'Bl hunted the house and the
through in search of it in vain,
We went over the road between the
office and the house twenty times, but
it was useless, We then advertised the
loss of giving the different
denominations of the bills, acd stating,
as was the case, that there was an
elastic band around the roll when lost.
The paper had not been issued more
than hour before the money was re-
covered, every dollar of it, It was
the pocket of another vest, This should
teach us, first, the value of advertising,
and, secondly, the utter folly of two
vests at the same time,
Apropos of recent bank failures, we
want to tell this one James
Kelley. commonly called ‘Black Jim,
He failed himself along in the fifties,
and, by a big struggle, had made out to
pay everybody but Lo Bartlett, to
whom he was indebted in the sum of
818. He got the money finally, and, as
Lo wasn't in town, Black Jim put it in
a bank, the name of which has long
ago sunk into oblivion. In fact it began
the oblivion business about forty-eight
hours after Jim had put his funds in
ii \
where,
has
these cases
tliat
LULA
the on a
and
office
money,
an
in
on .
¥r
10
the street, Jim said:
up in Wild
“I'll give you a check
Meeting Lo on
“Your money
Cat Bank, L be
for it.”
y use, old man:
is the
N she's gone up.”
“nN
“Yes: she's a total wreck.’
Jim went over to the President's room.
He knocked as easy as he could, cou-
sidering that his breath was coming so
hard.
“Who's there?
“It's Jim Kelley—Black Jim-—and
I'm in something of a harry.”
“Well, I'm very busy, Mr. Kelley.
Come again this afternoon.”
“That will be too remote, Iam very
will you open the door, or shall I open
it?”
The President opened it, because it
was a good door and he wanted to pre-
serve it,
Black Jim turned the key in the door
and sat down,
“What did ycu want of me?” says the |
“] wanted to see you about a certifi-
cate of deposit I've got on your bank
for eighteen dollars,”
“We can’t pay if,
gone,"
“Well, I am here to get eighteen
dollars or to leave you looking like a
giblet pie. Eighteen dollars will
relieve you of this mental strain; but
if you do not put up I will paper
this wall with your classic features
and ruin the carpet with what re-
mains,”
The President hesitated a moment. |
Then he took a roll ont of his boot and
paid Jim eighteen dollars,
“You will not mention this on the
street, of course,” said the President.
“No,” said Jim, “not untill I get
Everything is
When the crowd got back, however,
mained fled ever sinde, The longer he
remained away and thonght it over, the
and the more of an incurable fugitive
he became,
We saw Black Jim last evening, and
he said he had passed through two
bank failures, but had always realized |
on his certificate of deposit. One |
eashier told Jim that he was the home- |
liest man that ever looked through the
window of a busted bank, He said
Kelley looked like a man whe ate bank
A durable and weighty -looking door
is now made of paper. While i1 costs
about the same as wood, it is much
better, because there is no shrinking, |
swelling, cracking or warping. It |
oom of two thick paper boards, |
stam and moulded into panels, and |
glued together with glue and potash,
and then rolled through heavy rollers
It is firet covered with a waterpro.
coating and then with a fireproof coat.
ing, and is painted and varnished and
hang mn the ordinary way.
AlEntor pnaniers.
The men who hunt
their hides and testh reap their harvest
in hot weather, The warm weather in-
duces great numbers of aligators to fre-
quent the marshy banks of the rivers,
this season makes them comparatively
fearless, The most successful hunters
A fewnights
veral
times by the discharge of guns, On re-
pairing to the banks of the river the
next morning to ascertain the cause of
the noises 1 found two young nen
cupying a hastily constructed palmetto-
fan camp. Six dead alligators were
lying around the camp, Varying in
length from four to eight feel, The
hunters had killed them the previous
night One of the young ren was busy
skinning the alligators, while the other,
with the aid of a single cooking utensil
which answered the purpose of z
oven and of was
frugal morning meal, The skin I
the under past
and the inside of the le
Oe
Yr
aking
Too pot
t, preparing a
is 5»
14
ors
gs,
Ihe skin on the back is worthless,
are removed they
salted and packed in barrels,
York
api for
upwards,
the Kins
nn ar
NEW
1
$1
four feet long and
After
shipped to a
hunters receive Cop
are removea
heads,
ut off the
$3 * % *
lie edye of t
and plas A
where
Att
DCO
i168 river,
they remain for about a week, he
4 3 $ +
time the teeth
ily be pulled
On
er}
gi
4+ +4 4
veel iY
dozen
pound,
LWO
alligators in the week that they hunt dd
i They begl:
neighborhood,
alligators
are
we
worth
and
young men
1 1
ie 131 Kile fi
i
bulis-eye
"i . iP 4s ' ses ¥7 ¢
camp ang a look~'em- 1p,
doubled-bar
em-sure Al
they
a1 a
alls
i
En
JW Keeps a
ator’s eyes, which, un
is
sing wounded,
18 ost,
f the hunters who
hansand allioe [
thousand alligators,
i asked OL «
killed more than a
what was the size of the largest one hie
4 \
nad
He said his father
river 17 1
a flour barrel project
the top. He sold it
SD.
--
Drinking Ceremonies.
sovh iy
ii tHE |
Wu
w *
Wmny other
Germany. It 18 curious
prevailed,
even among savage
way in which the ancients ce ebrated a
marriage, and the wedding feast con-
Hinues te be not the least important of
the marriage ceremonies to the present
The Indians of Brazil retain a
king together a little
brandy, as a sign that the mar
concluded. In China similar customs
are met with. In the ban-
quets of Germany it was the custom to
pass a from hand to hand,
age 18
meqievas
cup
but this gradually necessitated that the
cup shonld be of enormous size, and
thus smaller cups and glasses were
adopted, and the custom was ( onformed
to by the drinkers touching their glasses
before drinking.
The ceremony attending the passing
and drinking out of the “love cup’’ as
practised at our great city festivals and
at some of our college hails, is sad to
have arisen from the asiassination of
King Edward. It was then the custom
among the Anglo-Saxons to pass round
a large cup, from which each guesi
drank: he who thus drank stood up,
lifted the cup with both
13) "i
woving
ee
any defence to a blow, and the occasion
him. To prevent this, the following
When one of the
company stood up to drink, he required
be his pledge—that is, to be responsible
for protecting him against anybody who
should attempt to take advantage of
in his hand to defend the drinker while
continued long after
of the
drink
require it, and was the origin
modern practice of pledging in
takes the cup in his hand to drink, and
at the same time the person seated next
to him rises also, and when the latter
takes the cup in his turn, the individ.
ual next to him does the same.
smn II ——————
Aurmoven the hand organs have re-
tired from business, there are still lote
of cranks turning up,
The toad, frog and chameleon capture
insects by darting ous the tongue, whish
with glutinous saliva. The
serpents orush their
prey ia their coils before swallowing,
and the venomous snakes have a poison
fang.
The Canndn Bide.
Mark Twain says; I managed to fina
my way back alone to the place from
whenee 1 had started on this foolish
enterprise, and then hurried over to
Canada to avoid haviog pay for the
At the principal hotel I fell in
with the Major of the Forty-second
{usilesrs and a dozen other hearty hos-
pitable Englishmen, and they invited
me to join them in celebrating the
Queen’s birthday. I sald I would be
delighted to do it. 1 said I liked all the
Englishmen I had ever happened 0 bs
acquainted with, and that I, like all me
countrymen, admired and honored thy
Queen, But I said there was one insu-~
perable drawback—I never drank any-
thing strong upon any occasion
ever, and 1 did not see how I was going
to do proper and ample justice
anybody's birthd with the thin and
tomed
ay Wil
I was accust
and
derabile
Ti
be no Way
i Le was
fry ent
Lo
what-
to
ungenerous beverages
to. The Major
thought over the malie
Mit Tac tid
enging
nastering
uc
of
too
cept my umbrel
After
making grand
asked what
this was the Princ
It had to Ix
We celebra
eX pet tat:
breakfas
pi
tu ¢
Was :
i
prepara-
1
i
Ped va rnpaiki
was the rincess
1 mY f §
concealed my griei.
Alice?” 1X
id >3
r Majesty the Queen, ™
it we cele-
That night
late as
joyed a good deal.
stand mona ie, I
of kegs of ice walter.
ning I had toothache and
chilblains, and my teeth
{ ] nade, and 1
1 found the in-
r at it again.
ts
’ 1
ore 3
el aan
drank
on
al i
ASKeq.
+}
the Duke 01
rhES8
Kaiid 3,
Weary and jaun ii
- was the Major, atl
My
¥
preparations,
2
id 1 wept.
jo we surn this timer i
“The Princess Beatrice, daughter of
the Queen.”
“Ifere, now,” I said,
begin to inquire int is
jong is the (Queen's {an
? Who comes nexi
“Their Royal Highnesses Anne,
ry, El zabeth, Gertrude, Augusta, Wil-
liam. Simon, Ferdinand, Irene, Sophia,
Socrates, Samson-——
time 10
i
out on
Susannah,
“Hold! There is a limit to human en-
durance. 1 a mortal. What
man dare do, 1 he who C&n
celebrate this f
t 11 of it is less
mi 11
am ony
Alii
Vv wa Oh is
If you have 0
isa
was bom in
constitulion
year, it m
America, for 1 haven
enough to be an Englishman. 1 ghall
withdraw from this enterprise, 1 am
out of drinks, Out of drinks, and thir
teen more to celebrate, Out of drinks,
and only just on the outskirts of the
family yet, as you may Say. [ am sor-
rv enough to withdraw, but it is plain
: 1 am full of
and I am
erey
gas and my teeth are loose,
wretched with cramps, and afflicted
with scurvy, and toothache, measles,
mumps and lockjaw, and the cider last
night has given me the cholera. Gen-
tiemen 1 mean weil, but really 1 am not
in a condition to celebrate the other
thirteen, Give us a rest.” 1 dnd, now,
that it was all a dream, Une avoids
much dissipation by being asleep.
———
A Curious Book.
most singular curiosity
is a volume that be-
of the Prince de
It is en
Perhaps the
in the book world
neither written nor printed. Every
letter of the text is cut out of a leafand
being interleaved with the blue paper
it is as easily read as the best print.
"he labor and patience bestowed on ite
completion must have been excessive,
especially when the precision and mi
nuteness of the letters are considered.
The general execution in every respect
is indeed admirable, and the volume is
of the most delicate and costly kind,
Rudolph 11 of Germany offered for it,
in 1640, 11,000 ducats, which was poe
bably equal to 60,000 at this day.
most remarkable ¢ircumstance connects
ed with this literary treasure is that it
bears the royal arms of England, but
when i$ was in that country and by
whom owned has never been ascer-
tained.