FALLING LEAVES, What will become of the trees, Mamma ? The leaves are falling, ene by one. Colder it blows ; Soon comes the snows, What will become of the trees, Mamma, The bare, brown trees, when all is done? Will not the trees be cold, Mamma, When ull the leaves are blown away 7 When nights are long, And winds are strong, Will not the trees be cold, Mamma, On many a cold and wintry day? What will become of the leaves, Mamma? Away before the wind they fled; After their play, Harried away. What will become of the trees, Mamma? I can not think that they are dead, Poor little leaves! It is sad, Mamma, If I run after them, will they mind ? Now for arace! Now for a chase! 1 will bring you some pretty leaves, Mamma; Some tired leaves that are left behind. HCN RR NCE GRETTY'S TRUST. Gulderhorn. of him rose the side half way above on each up parting rays. and driving the pink away. leys, a village and a lake, and a stream- let meandering through a dark pine wood. Very beautiful, all of it. Bat its beauty was entirely lost upon Von Hausen as he sat there on his stone thinking aloud, after the manner of solitary men who are well up in years, He cared no more for the scenery than did any of those bats that, like birds of evil omen, went sweeping past and past him, and round and round his head. “Virtue always triumphant!’ he was saying—*‘Pah! mere sentiment, mere moonshine.’ to the play in the village down yonder only the evening before. He had spent no less. a sum than twenty batzen on those strolling actors. Not for any pleasure it was likely to give him, had in all the village, had asked him to take her. and Rudolf would hardly return from chamois hunting for days to come. “Virtue always triumphant? Yes, that 1a what she said. Pahl is Ha! ba! And I have that. Ohl my worthy but poverty-struck Rudolf. you may return when you please; Gretty will marry Von Hausen. Old? Eh? Who calls me ok1?”’ He took snuff as he spoke from an old horn, sending the powder home with his finger point, and it must be be confessed he looked anything but handsome as he did so, for he wrinkled his brows and twinkled his eyes, and leered like an aged baboon. “ld? Let me see; seventy last birth- day. Merely in my prime. Ten years more and I'll be only eighty; twenly, and I'll be but ninety; then 1 may grow old. Eagles renew their ages. Why shouldn’t-Aha!’’ he screamed, ‘‘yonder is an eagle!’ He started up as he spoke, and with eyes turned skywards and finger point- ing up, began tottering forward step by step towards—destruction. A TRONEY But a rough hand seized him by the coat collar pulling it till his head sank within, like a monk’s in his cowl, but dragging that man back at the same time, § 1 3 said the new-comer, a rough but goel- natured chamois-hunter, with gun ih ther stuck jauntily in his hat, just ghow the village maidens, he used to say, that Dernezell was still a bachelor, “Old bird!” growled Van Hausen, reseating himself on his stone. **Who are you calling an old bird? You're as bad as apy one else. Humph!”’ “Well, I say,” said Bernezell, *“‘this 18 gratitude! What are you going to give me for saving your neck, eh?” “Neck? What? Oh, yes to be sure, We'll go down to the village, and I'll pay for a pot of lager.” + A pot of lager!’ cried the other, laughing. *‘Is that all the value you pot upon your——Ha! hal ha!” “Value I put upon my ha ha hal What d’ye mean? you're uncommonly like a fool!” “Well, well, perhaps 1 am; but I say, friend, you're in a fine temper to-night. Any one been vexing you?’ The old man grew all smiles and Jeers in a moment. His face lighted up liked a withered melon with the af- ternoon sun on it. “Nol” he chuckled, taking another pinch,and digging his friend in the ribs, “Oh—the—contrary, Was at the play last night with Gretty. Hal ha? Ho! no! She doesn’t mourn long for the hunter. And look here, she's going to marry me.’ “Marry youl” “Ay, she promised—that is, she will promise when I ask her. But now come along down and have the lager. Keep your hands to yourself. Do you think I want your assistance to get up?” *1 beg a thousand pardons, old bi-I mean you merry young grouse, youl Here, I say, hold on; don’t leave me behind, Why, you go bounding along like a young stag.” “Young on the legs, eh?’ “I should think you are,” They were seated very shortly in the village tavern, They hadn’t taken long to go down hill “And now,” sald Von Hausen, “I'm going to unfold my plans, But here, us have another pint.” “What can the old heron mean,’ muttered Bernezell to himself, ** such reckless liberality? in the wind, I know. he grey hawk doesn’t whistle till he is just going to 1 A] Goris baa ls A “Hardly any luck at all,” sighed. the other. “I'm stiff with jumping, and I haven't bagged a buck for five days.” “Wouldn’t mind having a spell of pleasure, I dare say?--couple of months in France, now? Come, come, you're not drinking. We'll have another pint. Money was made to spend. Drink and be merry, you young dog. you, I say.” When quite unfolded, Von Hausen’s plans were something as follows, Ber- nezell was to meet Rudolf in the hills and prevent his return for a couple Jof months at least. He was on no account to come near the village for that time, nor see Gretty, to whom he was be- trothed. The “old bird.” as Bernezell called him, was to pay all expenses, but the young man must be kept in Pans, in the midst of gayety, and must never for a moment be allowed to think of home. Nor must he write, or, when he did, his letters were to be destroyed. “Suppose, ’’ said Bernezell, “he mis- ges his foothold among the mountains and tumbles into the crevasse?’’ The old man positively rubbed lis hands and cackled with delight. “Capital ! capital! capital I” was all he could say. ‘“‘Halha!ba! Capital! Virtue is always triumphant in the end? He! he!” Bernezell smiled in his face as said— “Of all the lived—"’ “Eh? eh? What’s that?” cried Von Hausen, who had not heard him. “I said you were a right merry old soul,” shouted Bernezell, “Ha! ha! old, you know.” That very night, this miserly Von Hausen counted out to Bernezell one by one the pieces of gold, for the cha- mois-hunter was to start early next day. “I declare,” said Von Hausen, “it is like buying a wife. Precious expensive affair. But I can trust you.” he old sinners that ever ways 7” “good night. Go home and sleep,” “Go home and sleep Indeed,” sad Bernezell to himself, as he trudged off with his gun on his shoulder, ‘‘Yes; but not before I've seen Gretty.”’ Omee clear of the village, he took his way hillwards up the glen. gleaming —it was now dark; they came from the window of Gretity’s cottage. A very humble hut it was, though very pretty and rustic. Grettly lived here with her mother, tended the goats, and ooked after the dairy, for the old wo- man seldom left her chair all day. Gretty ran to meet Bernezell, and took both his rough hands in her own wee white ones, the bright, cheerful fire of wood. ing, and very simple, but neat, was hea attire, l form, with sparkling eyes and an eager, pretty face She asked fifty questions of zell, nearly all on the same subject; and when the chamois-hunter bade the mother good night at last, and went away, he beckoned Gretty to follow. “He has something to tell me,” sud Gretty to herself, her fair face flushing with anxiety. Very humble are the heroes of ittle tale, but in Gretty dof was by no this 's eyes her Ra- humble. Xo #41 wy Jeans fresh and rosy, so stalwart and strong, as Rudolf, goat-herder though ho was, None had so beautiful a voice, so white a brow, such glossy hair. None could bound from crag or climb the mountain steep, axe in hand, so and his wild glou gl * gh o'er th ill and glen, and re And so dearly and devotedly, There was { mitar moon shining through the pi tree tops, and stars were all out, so there was light enough to see the foot-path that led to the well. sie, loved him the Gretuy owas, until he got there, 15° Lis The chamois hunter hardly in fairness tell the girl, Probably he ought to thrown 3 - Have schemes. “But,” he thought, “if I do, my friend's life is not worth a day's purchase. Murder has been committed among these mountains before; an as- sassin is easily hired, No, I'll take the cash, and I'll keep Rudolf away for a ime. 1 shall not spend the money, though I have a brother in Paris who will be glad tosee us, And the gold I'll send as a gift to Gretty’s mother, when her daughter 1s married. She will not know where it came from, and it will keep her in comfort for years,” “Gretty, my little sister,” he said, when they were seated by the well, “you won't see nor hear from your lover for two whole months, He is well, and will be well. He and I are going to- ether, it will be for your good--at east, for your mother’s. I cannot tell you more. Nay, I pray you do not ask, My mouth is sealed. You'll be true?” There were tears and prayers and en- treaties, yet Bernezell remained as firm as the rocks that towered over them; but when he left nexi day to seek his friend in the hills, he carried with him a lock of bonnie bair in a tiny parcel, and beside it the blue ribbon that had bound it. Rudolf was rejoiced at the idea of going to Paris, but couldn’ he go to gee Girotty first? No, there was not an hour to lose, He must come at once or stay. “Then I'll go,” said the young man, “1 can trust Gretty.” “You may indeed.” “And what a deal I'll have to tell her when I do get back!’ “Yes,” said Bernezell, laughing. ae away they went together over the Old Von Hausen was a friend of Gretty’s, Gretty’s father and he had been inseperables, Ie came to the cot. pow every day. He read to the lady and talked much with the daughter. His universal themes were money and poverty; the pleasures the former bring, the misery entailed by the latter. He broached tho subject nearest his heart first Lo the mother, and, strange or not strange, he gained her consent to marry Gretty. Meanwhile weeks flew by, and there was no word from Rudolf. Weeksand a month, and then two. Ohl what could have become of him? Was he false? Impossible! But & terrible storm with a slight shock of earthquake took place, and all Gretty’s goats appeared to have stam- peded during the night. At all events the doors were found open and the goats had fallen or been cast over a precipice near the cottage. Near that dear old well where she had plighted her troth she now must sit and weep. Ah! it was the mournful taleof Auld Robin Gray repeating itself, For Gretty’s Mother she fell sick” poverty started them in the face, and they were beholden to the charity of Von Hausen the miser. By night as well as by day Gretty toiled hard with ner knitting needles, Work was the only consolation, the only relief, she could find, And her face grew wan, and dark circles appeared about her heautiful eyes, What can be harder to bear than grief and poverty too? Many months went by, and still no lover returned, | Von Hausen had heard he was dead; | that did not add to Gretty’agrief. Some one else heard he was married; this was worse, but she bore it, Meanwhile where were the truants? Bernezell had found his brother ail- | ing, and at the end of a month medical men had prescribed a voyage to Madel- ra. They would just get back within | five weeks, then they would both return | to the dear litlle cot among the Swiss i mountains, and Rudolf would marry { his Gretty. Here at Madeira Berne- | zell’s brother died, | “Weare wealthy now, alas!” Bernezell, “and we'll go shares,” The steamer that was to take them | to France was a week behind time. One | day, “Yonder she is!” shouted Rudolf, { and off they both went, and were bun- | dled onboard. The ship stayed but an | hour, then steamed away again, bound | for the distant Cape. They had boarded the wrong boat! There came a day when in the cot among the hills Gretty sat weeping by her mother’s bedside, and near her stood Von Hausen. The doctor had i just gone, Nothing, he had said, ex- cept a change could save the patient's | life, “Now, said 41 little Gretty, my child, now or i never!” cried the old man, “be my wife. Give me the right to save your mother’s life. Gretly, be mine.” Gretty’s mother did not speak, but — Sho gered ln Gretty's Ince U 10 break. i ber heart was (ike Gretty stood up-—teariess with sad pale face. She | ther’s hand. *Grive me the right to save your mo- { ther's life,” pleaded the miser once | again, “Stay!” cried a manly voice, “I have ia prior claim.” Next moment, with a fond cry, and color in her cheeks once more, Gretty was pressed to her lover's | breast, That day three weeks, dinkle—dinkle | —dinkie-——dang went the village bells | Not pretty bells at all—indeed, 1 always thought they were pot metal—but how sweetly they sounded in Gretiy's ears! She was going to church to be married, That ends my story, as marriage ends all stories, Yet one word; a few years after this the old miser died, and Ru- dolf found hnmself hs heir, ‘As some reparation,” sad the will, “for evil done and meditated. now, but took ber mo- on ————— Jumping Dean. The mystery of the jumping beans of Mexico was solved several years ) here on the Comstock. The explana. | tion is simple enough; there is in eacl | bean a worn whose instinet it is to 80 j skip as to keep the bean in motion. The insect gives motion to the bean by drawing itself into a close coil and then suddenly uncoiling in such a way as to strike against the upper part of | cavity it occupies. In Mexico these beans in great numbers ar? {0 be seen skipping over the ground under the i tree, upon which they are produced. the { They thus skip and roll along the ground until they lodge in some hole or cavity where they are likely fo be covered with earth by the first rains. The worm isa provision of nature by means of | which the beans are distributed and i planted. When the beans were brought i here our Comstockers did not let the | “concealment’’ of the *“‘worm in the j bud” worry their *‘damask’ cheeks, { but “busted” the bean and went after the inner consciousness of the thing. When dug out of (ts nest, the insect— which resembles those found in peas— continues to skip, and is able wo hop to a foot or more, Seripture and Shakespeare, There are some curious parallel pas- gages which show that ‘‘the bard of Avon" was familiar with the Scriptures and drew from them many of his ideas, For instance : Othello~**Rude am I in my speech. ”’ Bible—**But though I be rude in my speech, —2 Cor. xi, 6. Witches in Macbeth—*'Show his eyes and grieve his heart.” Bible—**Consume thine eyes and grieve thine heart.” —1 Sam, ii, 33. Macbeth—*‘Life’'s but a walking shadow.” Bible—'*Man walketh show.” Psalm xxxix, 6. Banquo~**Woe to the land that is governed by a child.” Bible—**Woe to thee, O land, when king is a child,” ~— Eccles, x, 15. imon Athens—*"*Who can call him his friend that dips in the same dish?" Bible—*'He that dippeth his hand with me in the dish, the same shall be- tray mo.’ Malt. xxvi, 23. beth‘ We will die with harness O°" Npocryphi— “Nicanor lny dead in his ny harness, 3 Mae, xv, 28, trade journal Mo Jo will Is in a vain A German paper fat & watetpasol Fast Indian Jugglers. A traveler in India says; the Indian juggler is a very humble individual; he does not appear before his audience in the glory of evening dress; Lis only cos- tume 18 a cloth around his middle. And thus, if coat-sleeves or pockets at all assist in magie, the Indian juggler is at a decided disadvantage, for beth his arms and legs are bare. He is a thin, an unnaturally thin, wiry looking indi- vidual—the Indian juggler. I do not not recollect ever seeing a fat Indian juggler, Recently I had a visit from an amalgamated troupe consisting of seve en members, five men, one woman and a boy. Probably the seven had particular day only, and the next day they might be performing separately again. this party of seven did, you will have a fair idea of a juggling entertainment in India, Two of the seven—one man and one woman—performed a single trick only, namely, the famous basket trick. The man took an oblong basket about two feet long, one foot broad, and say a foot hand and foot with ropes and put into a net made of rope which was securely tied, so that she was practically in a sack of network. Bhe and placed into the basket on her knees, But a two-vear old child wonld have filled the basket, and the result was that the whole upper portion of the woman wus above the baskel, ced the lid of the basket on her shoul- whole—hiding both woman and basket from view. ed away the sheet, folding it up in his hands, and behold, the lid was in ils proper place, and the woman was gone! The juggler now five feet long, and with it he pierced the basket through and through mn all directions horizontally, diagonally, up- ward and downward; bat there was no sign of any onejinside. He even removed the lid, jumped into the basket with ns feet and danced in it, until one came to the conclusion that wherever the wo- man had gone to, she was not inside. where his hand was being Ina once the apex about three feet from the ground. minute withdrew the more, and, behold, the woman was back in ber old position on her knees in basket; but i appeared, and she was This trick has a few he sheet DOW uUnbOuUnQ. % variatic one of ti the woman disap- ys, y that after the pears the basket is handed round show its emptiness, and some other trick is exhibited, in the middle of which the female performer reappears before lhe audience ere any one can notice where she comes from. began by performing the beautiful man- go tres trick. He took an earthenware pot, filled it with earth moistened with a little water, and placed among the he This done, ul amined beforehand threw a sheet 1 immediately removed again, we behold, to our astonishment, the minute become 3 Again the sheel was pot, and on being a sec ed, the mango tree His The same Process Was Iv time, and nd the tree with small unripe mangoes. that g mango ree, thrown over the nd Lime remove. doubled in size. peated a third was covered This time young 3 & var the earth, display ing the roots and th remains of the original mango y from which the tre 8 aon] Yas BU DH ¥ item in the entertainment, isone whicl has a peculiar fascination for naliv onlookers, for the fatal ravages of pol- sonous serpents in India for centuries among natives, Our juggler showed us to a large cobra. We examined it care- pent’s skin in a circular straw basket The basket was likewise examined, and we found no double bottom or any other peculiarity When he put the lid upon the basket it contained nothing but the assured of. The wonderful sheet fore mentioned ‘was again brought into requisition, and was spread over the basket containing the dry skin. After the performance of some mystic maneu- vres in the air with a little wooden doll, the sheet was withdrawn, the lid remov- ed, and out of the basket arose a huge hissing cobra, his hood "spread in anger and his forked tongue darting in and out of his mouth, Some native servants who were looking on fled precipitately in all directions; but the Jugmer quickly took out an Indian musical instrument —not unlike a miniature set of bag- pipes—and began to play. “A change came over the spirit of the cobras spleen: his anger died away; he stood up with half of his body in a perpen- dicular attitude, and presently began to sway to and fro in a sort of serpent dance to the music, In a word He was charmed, for snake charming is a reali- ty, and not a fiction, strange as it way seem to the people of Britain, The Government of India offers a money reward for every poisonous snake killed in the country, and the result is that there exists in India at the present day a class of men called snake charm- living by going n search of serpents. They play peculiar instrument before men- ter, the patriarch, must besa man of infinite patience. For instance, one actually loaded a small brass cannon set on a minlature gun carriage, pushed the charge home with a small ramrod and fired the plece off lighted match, held in its beak to the fear at the noise caused by the firing. The other bird would, threw any small. object into the alr, 1 £0 the bird trainer. Numbers five and six, man and boy, l'of the troupe, were circus Wallahs, and gave a native gymnastic entertainment { from a British performance in the same | line, need not be detailed. | Numberseven wasa juggler of divers accomplishments, Heswallowed swords | and put an fron hook into his nostril, bringing it out ofhis mouth, Neither of | edly genuine, 1s pleasant to look at. He blew fire and flames out of his mouth | without revealing the object or cause {of the fire, and apparently without burning himself, egg, out of his mouth; bow they got there, or how his mouth contained them | after they got there, wis a mystery. | He was talking just before he began; but on being asked a question In the middle of this stone performance, he { could speak, After dis | the big stones, he wound up by di | mg about'a handful of oll nail | miscellaneous rubbish, A much more pleasant trick to look | at was the which followed. Ile | took a cocoanut shell with one end cut off, and it with water. In the water he placed a little piece of cork, having a bent | straight pins on the other side, so that { the cork as it floated roughly resembled { a liliputian duck, The cork lay dead in the water, and it was difficult to think i what magic could possibly be got out of | it. Presently the juggler, sitting about | two yards off, took out a musical mstru- | msnt and began to play a lively tune, | Instantly the imitation duck commen- ced to dance violently the water, { sulting its ‘motions to th ic. Tne j dancing continued til tune 1 : the ordered to saalam, and he was at obeyed. He even requested the buoy- ant cork to dive to the bottom of th wali complie ith, While the performance Was going on, ihe cocoanul Was our feet, and the sitting Leyond not ole 11 1 filled +5 . then the ti wii £ shell standing almost at performer was not only reach, but both his hands were employ &l in playing trutnent. One more my A juggler told a native servant, whom he did not know, to stretch out | palm upward, Into | palm he placed a silver two-ann { and, holding out his own bony hand to show us that It was empty, he the coin from the servautl’s band, sl his own fist, reopened it in twi {ling of an eye, and an enormous bl scorpion dropped into Serv. palm. * The iatter fled, tle % wr) § 3 § 5 Wiki BAS Our lifted the the shrieking ticular aversion of scorpion, the Hindoo is the Et November, November was styled by the Saxons Wint-monat, or the wind from th wind whic} this season r Scandinavian anc lay up their keels on sho ; from exposing themselves unt nt of more o | obliging ou langhier great ad reference cticed at this November was sur rstitions in an- t was celebrated fs, all deemed in All Saints Day, ] Much of all the old cere 3 {| that was connécted | monies i sports is still observed in | many places, but greatly modified. | There was a very ancient custom of ringing the church bells, beginning on i the vigil or Ali Hallow Eve, and con. | tinuad through All Saint's Day, nol 8s { a part of the festivities, but a religious | power, a part of the superstitious notion | then in practice, of ringing chareh bells | when a friend wasdying, to shield them { from evil influence on their passage | from earth to purgatory. The Passing Bellis a remnant of the same idea. This bell was rung while the person was dy- ing—not after death—to call the friends to pray for the passing soul. Like all the months of the year, each day of November was set apart for some saint's day, or had some peculiar rites or super- stitions associated with it; bul most of them bave less interest than many of is a sad month, The frost has cut down every green thing. It is the season of decay, and most of the legends and su. perstitions connected with it partake of its sad and gloomy character. We have some balmy days and brilliant nights, apd the Indian summer often lingers to cheer up some of the November days; but, after ali, we can part with this month with less regret than any month of the year. Fear sin, and you are safe, From saving comes having, Every man hath his weak side, Content is a communicable virtue, « Wishing, of all employments, is the worst, ay travels free through the whole i hinge that pay-<Working and ute Hiare is much light the shade SS inferior person feels and forgives : toward Naiuing fogs u great, Way Reason should not regulate, but sup- virtue. . FOOD ¥OR THOUGH To owe is human; to p i Those who can command the comand others, He who is firm in will AY We may he a8 good as we we please to be good, An old man repents of a young man boasts, Patience is the endurance through love of God. Oh, that we had that spent one To reveal its complacence by £ thoi OL Lhe. Converts who boast ness are not always the most st The most important is this: Never do one, Men often judge the person, i the cause, Trying to admire that whic not like accumulates failure hibits weakness, The charities that and bless, lie scatiered men like flowers. BOOLU Education begins the ge: reading, good company an must finish him. The tongue of a fool 1s the key , which, in a wise man, wi th 1n keeping. extraordinary excell rh conceived rightly loes rightly AOk whet merit Sweet is the breath of praise give. claims the praise they Not worthily, what which men do that they do successfully makes haste to record. tha that It head of have a lion at the of sheep than a sheej 4 vi better Aan army is 4 wis CRABE live is to love and be One dies twice; Ww but to ceass Any man may do a casual act o but a continuation If may talk will be eloquence 0 thd a man have love in broken language, Se Wi ‘rue modesty blushe eriminal: «1 of everything Sense shines dom «03%. 4% i LOOe is when tasted the bitterness commit SWeeLness ¥ I | # 3 He that hath . $13 Cans Sin, will jear to , g ‘ Lh felt the face + fear to offend There 1HOUS alike, 1 heart is sad. The rain the air, whiie beneath is ing of the sea. the most prin on the human to do ill by AOE weak ivy {t—nothing. Tan Men what Hard words are like Summer, beating down a ig what they would nourish they meited into drops. The best advertisement of a work- shop is first-class work. The strongest attraction to Christianity is a well made nes Id aesiroy- were A wise man will make haste to for- | VAIUE t NRSs Ww pas These are good rules: Do not all that that yo have; believe not all that you hear; tel not all that you know. Religion can be no more learnt out of books than seamanship, or soldiership, or painting, or any There is no policy like politeness: and a good manner is the best thing i the world, either to get a good name, or supply the want of it. As ceremony is the invention of wise men to keep fools at a distance; so good breeding is an expedient to make fools and wise men equals, False friendship, like the ivy decays and ruins the walls 1t imbraces; but true friendship gives new life and ani mation to the object it supports, Who is there in the world that car boast of having fathomed and thor oughly penetrated the intricate and ever-changing nature of a woman? Trouble springs from idleness, and grievous tells from peediess ease: many without labor would live by their own wits only, but they break for want of stock. It is absolutely needful for one to be humble and prostrated and thrown among the pots from time to time, Life a school; we are perverse scbulars to the last, and require the To divert at any time a troublesome fancy, run to thy books. They} ently fix thee to drive them, ve the other out of thy ts. They always receive thee with the same kindness, of i Is sumied very ro Huge a ¥ ' w wore than a quick eye for the iwustice and unreasonableness of others, and a determination not to gratify it; not the desive to save one’s own money ol trouble.
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