A wisn, Oh, youthful days, so bright, so clear, ob, youthful thought, so deep, so dear, Oh, yomthful fancy, hope and fear, Stay with as while yon can, Your wreaths of beauty round us twine, Your stars of midnight, let them shine, Kind words of duty, hands diving, Proteot us in the van. While fanoy carries us away, While hepe is leading us astray, Oh, bring us to the bright to-day, And waken us with sang, Ou, Capid, touch us with yoar darts, Oh, trath, come anter in our hearts, And honor, vess of all the parts, Oh, keep us from the wrong. Around us may a neaven glow, While guardian angels, pura as snow, Will love and keep us from the foe Of earth and all its strifo. And may we know but sunny hours, And may we pluck but thornless flowers, Still whispering love in shady bowers, And pass a pleasant life. Aud may our brightest dreams prove real, And may our future but reveal Our purest trusting that we feel Tewanl ench other bere, And as we're nearing heaven's shores, Wateh-worn and weary, drop our oars, May we find open heaven's doors, Al enter without fear. NICHOLAN AND CHARLOTTE. The betrothal and marriage of the Princess Caarlotte, of Rassia, with Nickolas, wao was then a Grand Duke, but afterward became Emperor of Ras- peen courts which is usually so devoid rorieal sdheve to all the members of the family of the conqueror of France, Princess Charlotte was born in the year 1798. and was the eldest daughter plished wife, Queen Louisa, brilliant career which Providence kept auspioes, exception up uwuder such fatal might indeed make an prophetic intnition which seems to havo high-minded woman, wrote one day to the following lines about his daughter: “Charlotte is given to silence and reserve, but under the apparent cool- heart. Her indifference and pride are but the dullest ontside of a diamond of the purest water, which some day will shine forth in ite brilliant iustre, Her bearings apd models aro noble and aig- nified. She has but a few fricnds, bat these few are warmly attached to her. I know her value, and predict for her enongh.” The young Princess was indeed a very the kind hand of the gardever to trans- plant them into a warmer clime. She beauty was rather that ol a pale hly than that of a blooming rose. Charlotte was just 16, when, in the ear 1814, the grand Dake Nicholas, on is way to the camp of the allied armies in France, passed through Berlin and guest at tho royal palace, The description those who saw and knew the Grand Duke at that time have n and mind, make it easy for nus to imagine that the heart of a young girl, just budding into womanhood, was tight, Well he might have said, like Caosar, “I came, 1 saw I conquered,” and Graod Duke returned her love fully as peasioustely. The Orand Duke Nicholas had the erntesbion of being one of the hand. somoest, ff vot the very bandsomest man of the times; aud his majestic and than six feet and two inches, was con- sidered unparallelled in besuty not only Russia, but in all Earope, He i was and health, tiguity has immortalized under features of Apollo Belvidere, His features were of the Grecian cast among which it would have been § for the observer to name the expression, Those who have looked closely and attentively into those remarkable eyes would have easily bedeved that their threatening glance would suffice to sup- press a rebellion, to terrify and disarm a murderer, or to frighten away a sap- lioant. But there would have been t few to believe that the sternness of those eyes could be entirely softened so as to beam forth nothing but love and kindness, Among those few, however, was had no ehildren, but in case of his death, which could not be expected soon, the Grand Duke Constantine was to tnhertt the throne of Petor the Great, and leave to Nicholas at best but the position of a Prince of the first blood. Nevertheless, Frederiok William, charmed alike by the beauty and in- telleot of his guest, and by the hope of uniting ths sovereign houses of Prussia and Russia by the olose ties of family union, greeted the prospect of a mar- riage between the Grand Duke and his danghter with enthusiasm, especially when he discovered that the young folks themselves were fond of each other, The King then delicately insinuated to his danghter that, if she had taken a liking to the Grand Duke, and had reason to believe that the Prince en- tained similar feelings toward her, that their marringe would meet with no objection on his part. But the young Princess, although respouded to the secret wishes of her In this manner the day approached Berlin. On the eve of his departure, in his by the young honor, at the royal palace, and, way of accident or policy, the The Grand Dake was uncommonly taciturn during the evening, toms flitting before hus Repeatedly he neglected Imaginstion fo reply to a profound dream whieh had entirely Buddenly, as if by a wighty effort of his will, he turned to his fair neighbor stood by her: “80 1 shall leave Berlin to-morrow!” Princess, as if he were wailing for an answer which grief on her part. of her heart, she said very politely to aim: “We are all very sorry to see Your Imperial Highness leave us sc soon, Would it not have been possible for you to defer your departure?” “You will all be very sorry?” mut. tered the Granl Dake, not entirely satistled by the vagueness of sorrow which these words of the Princess im. plied. “Bat you in particular, madam,” he added, aiter some hesitation; “for it will depend on you I shall stay here or depart.” “Ah!’ replied Charlotte, with sweetest smile; “and what have 1 to do to keep Your Imperial Highness here?’ “You must permit me to address my admiration and homage to you,” “Is that all?’ ‘“‘And you must encourage me to please you,” the same time her eves beamed forth so much affection and delight that the Prince could see ata glivos that his fondest hopes had been realized belore- hand, “During my short stay at Berlin, ™ the Grand Duke continued, in the same tone of voice, “I have taken pains to study your character and your affec- tions; and this study has satisfied me on the other hand, I which would secure your own happi- ness,” tion, aud in her confusion did not know what to answer. At iast she said: “Bat here, in the presence of the whole court, at the public table, yon put such a question to me!” “Ou!” replied the Prince, ‘yon need not make any verbal reply. It will be sufficient for you to give me some pledge of your affaction, I see there on your hand a small ring, whose pos- session wonld make me very happy. Give it to me?” the presence of a hundrea spectators?” “Ah, it can be easily done without Now we are chatting so qmetly with each other there is not one amoung the guests who suspeots in the least what we are speak- ing about; press the ring into a morsel of bread and leave it on the table, I none i “The is really a talisman.” vq ho sing #0, Fo I hope to hear its history?” “Why not? My first governess was a Bwiss lady by the name of Wilder- matt, Once sho went to Bwitzerland to enter upon an inheritance which had been bequeathed to her by a distant relative, When she came back to Ber. in aly a of he an me a tty and hich Eon > on of “This is a curious ew TE Bzo”.s Hf i: E Empress of Russia, to the relatives of Mrs, Wildermatt, for I was told that both this lady and her mother had for- merly belonged to the household of the Czarina, your most sugust grand. mother,” “This is really remarkable,” said the Grand Duke, thoughtfully. “I am quite superstitious, and 1 am really in- clined to regard this ring, if I stonld be happy enough to receive=t from you as a pledge of your love, as an omen of auspicious significance,” In answer to this second and oven more direct appeal to her heart, the Princess took a small piece of bread, played carelessly with 1t and managed to pass the ring into the soft crumbs, Then she dropped it playfully on the table quite close to the plate of her neighvor, And, after this adroit ex- hibition of her skill as an actress, she continued to eat as unconcernedly as it she had performed the most trivial ao- With the same apparens ocooluess up the bread inclosing the ring, took and ooncealed it in his breast was too small to fit any of his flagers. It was this ring-—both the pledge of Charlotte's lcve and the rial dignity—which Nicholas wore on a very last day of has life, and which, if ed with him into the vault of his an- cestors, Three years afterward Privoess Char- the full splendor of beauty and happl- aye had never looked prouder and whose ear of Charlotte he whispered: ’ ed the main entrances of the Winter Palace, where Alexander I, the Em. peror, came to meet his beautiful sister- in-law and conducted her into the pificent palace of the czars, Who would the brilliant Eaperor had ceed to the throne of Bassia? the inscription on the ring had proved prophetic, Truly i a Painless Extinction of saimal Life To 4 The mode of death to which the am. not by suffocation or asphyxia, Phy- these modes of death, Death by anmsthesia is death by sleep: Death by anmsthesia is ty- cally represented in d ath by chloro represented fn drowning or in immer sion in carbonic acid gas, are probably painless, record, however, that all animals are lie aslesp much longer than dogs before they cease to breathe, They fall into so quickly Into the final sleep. There mals of the same Kind cease to live before I had rendered the narcotic in the first seven hundred, 1n which the animals slept on from hall an hour until an hour after all their comrades had died. Finding out this strange pe. culiarity, I increased the amount of narcotic vapor until all had succumbed very nearly at the same minute, and in The animals are now commonly all asleep in from two to three minutes, and have ceased to exist in afurther pe- riod of the same duration, nn AIA SI. Anecdote of a Uat. About two months ago, while staying in the Rocky Mountains in Northern Colorado, I witnessed an example of fatherly affection in a tom cat, which I feel sure you will be interested to hear of. This cat had adopted two mother. less kittens; he slept with themat night, guarded them in the daytime, always superintended their meals, in which latter he showed great unselfish- ness; for the hostess of the ranch was in the habit of feeding the kitlens out of a small bowl of mulk laid on the floor, into which they at once would plunge their heads; meanwhile “Kitty Grey,” the old tomeat, quite aware that there very keen, then he would dip paw in now and again and lick it. was the case when I saw him, and y Broken Hearts, In what was then a charming seaside town there lived fifty vears ago, a most lovely girl, named Amy Provence bright nd radiant and witty, but, alas! as the sequel shows, most unwise, to say tl: least, Of suitors she had mny, and when she fir appears in the 'ght of a hero ine, she had already prov sed her hand, with hor heart init, to a rospereus and highly respected young 1m rchant, Her lover, Ernst Rhodes wa: ardently at- tached to her, and the course of trus love ran, apparently, very smoothly. But the old fashioned fate has of turn Ing momentous results on very small hinges, was in style then as now, and fate was busy with them, Miss Amy was invited to visit Miss Island, before her marriage. paraphernalia, for a last, beautifying a week’s sojourn with her aristocratic Miss Woolsey was a lady of position the many visitors to the and **just the thing,” and it was with a the surrounding gentry. Amy was de- lighted with the evidences of from the various visitors to ber aunt's house, for her return, chafing and wondering how Amy could go away from him. even for a week, if ha} . ' ‘1 she loved as he loved! Among the many who came to Miss Woolsey’s, attracted by the exquisite Mark Halse, of whom pe tle, save that he seemed to live in & le; at least, he kept a luxury that few indulged in ple knew lit yng sly in those about himself and his antecedents, Each e and each evening saw him at Amy's side, He had not talked of love, shrewder than hers saw Was , and fate was voenine ha ved = ia $v es tendi weaving her L In the meantiroe Amy had the work was finished, the last touches given to the dainty finery, and been very life would be fulfilled; Amy would go to-morrow. We do have something todo with our destiny, inasmuch as the reins are pu! nto onr own hands, and whithersoever we will’ So Mark Halse came and Amy received him, As usual, be sat by her side, and she let him linger there, E . eh —. ba aa 0 LIIOUZUL Ble. @n ¥ ” soft voice spoke: “My dear Miss Amy" der was his look—"'you are and do you know how I shall n “You can’t ‘miss’ me muct } repiled, laughi ZOIng AWAY, iss you?’ i longer," she blushingly ng at the innocent pun, **Ah! that is wha! meskes my heart i said he, “for when you are Ache 80, gone, and I thiuk of all that you ever came among us to so dis- and a deep sigh enforeed his words, “Please don’t talk so, Mr. Halse» sald Amy, *‘for even in this short week { have learned to prize your friendship 3 “Amy,' said he, casting off know my fate from your own lips! Will you be my wife? His impetuosity startled her, and she drew back. “Do not talk so to me!” she cried, “Do you not know that in a few days | shall be Ermst’s wife?” “Yes, | koow it, 1 know il,” he pleaded, “but Amy, darling, how can 1 i hand. bome and every surrounding wealth can purchase, if you will ouly come to me and be my beloved wife.” “No, no," said Amy, once more; “do Ernst is not rich, 1 know, but I love him and he loves me dearly, and 1 will be his wife.” Do you think that Mark Halse gave up the chase? Not he. His voice was very winning, and as he talked on and on, believe me or not as you see fit, the girl began to listen to his persuasive tones, Ernest was away, and Mark, with his fine presence and finer promi- ses, was near-—even at her very feet. 80 it came that Amy Provence was not even ‘off with the old love before on with the new,” for when Mark Halse added to all the other temptations the promise of a carriage for her very own, the poor, ambitious victim yielded, and ve to her tempter her broken faith. hat he cared for it will soon appear. The forsaken Ernst bore as well as his fortitude and outraged love would let him, the cold letter announcing to him his Amy's treachery, and never sought for an explanation. He was too manly to resent the insult, and treated the whole affair as beneath conte with them; one grew up a miserable drunkard, and another went out from her for many years, returning finally, to settle down at home, taciturn and mo- rose, Her husband died, and this son seemed all she had to live for, and, as his father’s will had been made up en- tirely in his favor, the wretched woman, who had absolutely no society or friends, leaned on him for her daily bread. But in a little while he died, and all the poor mother could do now was to be thankful that she wus nota pauper. Meanwhile how read his will? All every- thing, bequeathed to 8 wife and son In South America of whose existence no body dreamed! Dy the terms of the will, the son was ty; but not a word of the old mother, no care for her declining years, nn love expressed, nothing for her—all as if sho fifty years, that the poor woman found When found her she the two stood face to face! He, with his | commaadi but still and fine, stern was locks, figure, face, an inkled, i } trembling form, her wi worn face, with its hungry man sympathy, was scarcely the ence to h a terri her home in her youth and inn bring upon both their lives suc They gazed at each other without a word, Lill at ke, and the words which rang CAr came from the depths of a broken heart. lrn length she sp upon Lis st1' the name, the once loved still-loved name, lingered upon her lips like the strain of forgotten music ‘Ernst, can you forgive me?” Gently the old lover took her hand in * iis, “Amy, let us understand or We are both old now. met in the old time" hii ed, and he raised his dewsy "IL 18 hail SO ce 3 YO virgil &@ COnLa YE LILY years is Dul a4 mon i have lived a lot out wife or children. 1should times have seen Lh over your grave, and fell that 3 lost to me because God tool to bave it as it is. Bul y« gave the blow, and it was your which ¢rushed my life, be any comfort to you to fee hold reset iment still, forted, Amy. I am willing to leave all with God.” He bowed her hand and was gone. When they came to her, hour vy peacefully asleep, bands clasped over her breast, an ion on her dead face c¢ { bad worn in lif last thr a bo 1.8 head over 1 § 3 she ay her while eX Press serener than td Fate had woven the ——— A —— A Veonezaelan Sasnmery iol The bedrooms all court and are pothin no vent tha door. comes in at the doors would suffocate if they did —they | fwo-thinds hy the the way from ground. but If promotes comfort is to swing a hammock in the patio, and morning comes creep your cell so they can set the tables for break fast. There isn’t a bed In the whole house; bring their own towels and soap, wine 18 furnished without extra charge, I'he landlord gives little Pp flow of wool you want a blanket you In along, but there is very or fine hay. If bring it The as odd. bathing arrangements are guile The sharks are so been erected, al government expense, reaching about 100 feel into the sea. Through this piling the surf beats quite fiercely. The pen is divided in the cen- ter by a high wall, one side being for the ladies and the other for the gentle. men, At the shore end 18 a miniature castle of stone, likewise divided into two large rooms, with a row of benches around the wall and hooks to your clothes on over them. Everybody es anu nature; bathing dresses are unknown; you pay five cents for a ticket and ten cents for a large sheet, which is used as drapery and as a towel, and then un- dress. The attendant hands you a sheet when you are stripped, and concealing your nakedness with that protection you climb down the stone stairway, hang your sheet over the railing, and plunge in. The water is glorious, warm and salty, so dense that it will almost bear you on the surface, and deep enough to swim or dive. When you have had epcugh of it you climb up the stairs, seize your sheet, and throw it around you, sitting on the bench until you are dry enough to resume your single block or of several pieces rudely pinned together, and the circumference is far from a true circle. The axle pro- jects six or eight inches outside the wheel, which is kept in place g 2 Be Eyemght of Huanters. The following story, fllastrating the mesns savages and hunters smploy to discover and pursue trail success- tully, althongh old, is worthy a place, A frontiersman reads what he onlls “signs” ou the prairies as readily os a city mau reads the sign-boards in the streets. Tracks, 8 broken twig, a erushed weed, and the remains sround a camp-fire, are as legible to a cow-boy, as an advertisement fo a reader. A Texas paper illustrates the art of read- ing *‘signs” by the following narrative: “About two miles from town be sud. denly checked his horse, gezed intently m the ground and smd, *‘Bome follow has lost his saddle-horse this morning,’ ‘“Taere was no advertisement on any of the trees, offering a reward for a lost horse, and, as there wes no horse fr sight, we were at a ‘oss to understand {hiow, if a horse was lost, our friend | conll kuow so much about it, { “The doctor inquired, ‘how do you | know that a horse has been log? * +1 see his tracks,” “ ‘Are not hundreds of horses pastur. {ing on the prare? and how do you know that this is not the track of one of | them?’ | *“*“‘Becanse Lie is shod; and the horses { herding on the prairies do not wear shoes.’ “How do you know saddle horse and lost? “I see a rope track alongside his trail, The horse has a saddle on, and | the rope hangs from the hors of the | saddle,’ “Bat why may he not be a horse that some one has ridden over this way this morning, and why do you insist that be is lost?’ ‘“ ‘Because, if a man had been on his i back, be would heave ridden him in a straight course, Bat this horse has moved from side to side of the road as he strolled alo and that 1s a plain sign that he grazed as he went, and that be had no rider.’ *¢ Afver that it would not surprise me,’ said the doctor, ‘if you were to tell age of the hors of the owger. * ‘Well, that we | to do. There that have fold the owner's and there other signs that, if I had time to ex- ne, would tell me his age. I know he is one of old Pendergrast's horses, Pendergrast has a large bunch ot horses down in the bottom, and an oid colored man down {here does all his shoeing, and shoes no other horses exoept his, So we know his shoe-track just the same as we know his brand.” i i that he is a us the , and the name nld not Fikild 0% ory be very hard are signs me Lue, are Whe Won't Go. The post-master of a burg about twenty-five miles from Detroit was in the city in sear influenoe He | bad been inforn that his official { head was in dasger—not from the new administration, bat from hu fellow- townsmen.” “I tell you,” he explained, he | wiped the sweat from his brow, “ifs an | awfal strain on a feller’s brain, We got | our post-office about twen'y years sgo. Our first post-master was too high nosed to play checkers with the boys, and we got np a petition and bounced him.” “For a better one?” {| “Which was me, Yes, the boys put ime in, Bat afler a year or twe they began to growl, 1 wouldn't flick the stamps on for ‘em any longer, asd the first thing I knew old Davey had my as | place.’ “Good mani” | “Tolerably; but the first thing he did he settied hus Lash with us, Got his wife a new silk dress, and had a door- bell put up. It took us two years to bounce him, but we got thar!" “And the next" “Wall, we gin the place to a woman, { and she held it for five years and died, Then we gia it to the storekeeper, and {be held it till he busted. Then the | boys rallied on me agin, and I've held it for several years,” “And they want to get you out? “They do. I've had six cigens horses wintering on my farm, and it's made | ‘om all jealous. A lightning-rod man has made my place his headquarters, and that's avother reason they are down on me. Jist the minit a feller begins to olimb up in the world they want his { scalp. Soon's I heard they had a peti- tion around to dust me and put ic old ‘Boss, ” he whi as ho leaned over the counter, ** deole womans wants some tea migh ty bad, an’ I hase’t got % sir,” was the reply. than 1 can af- ford to withou t taking on any new ap- sor gact iy, boss-.1 presume BO. Boss + please give me your full nme; “John Y. Pjank..
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