LUCKY DAYS,
When May with apple blossoms
Her loving cup is brewing,
With beams and dews and winds that get
The honey from the violet,
With hopes on which the heart is set,
Oh, then's the time for woolug,
For wooing, and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for wooing!
When August calls the locust
To sound the year's undoing,
And, like some altar dressed of old
In drapery of cloth of gold,
High pastures thick with broom unfold,
Oh, then's the time for wooing,
For wooing, and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for woolng!
When brown October pauses,
Then ripened woodland viewing,
And all the sunny forests spread
Their fallen leaves, as heart's blood red,
A carpet fit for brides to tread.
Oh, then's the time for woolng,
For wooing, and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for woolng !
OL, listen, happy lover,
Your happy fate pursuing:
When flelds are green, when woods are sere,
When storms are white,
clear,
On each sweet day of each sweet year,
Ob, then’s the time for wooing,
For wooing, and for suing,
Dear lad, the time for wooing !
TY HA ST TR
AN OLD MAN'S YARN.
We are not on bad terms with the
terms with the old ones. We fancy
that we can clearly analyze the cause of
this. We have our faults—who has
not?—but we believe honestly that they
are more the faults of the pocket than
of the heart. A state of authorship is
highly suggestive of a state of cebt.
All that we have to say is that, if the
amount of brains bears any proportion
to the amount of *‘little bills,”
may we fairly assert pretensions to an
exceedingly exalted position in the king-
dom ot literature. We claim the em-
perorship until some one appears with
more extended credentials, Who's am-
bitious?
However, we fancy that the great
cause of our cronyshup among the old
vur faults, we never yet, not even un-
der the influence of hatred, betrayed a
confidence. We believe that, if people
generally were to follow our example,
the world would be all the happier for
1t. More misery probably arises from
“tittle-tattling’’ than from any olher
cause,
However, to our story. I amattached
to one old gentleman in particular, and
he seems quite delighted when I drop
in of an evening tosmoke a quiet pipe
with him.
1 may probably one day take the trouble
form; but I never thought of such a
thing until this morning, when, finding
he narrated last evening, | got a pen
as near the original as I can remember,
and which I have his permission to
publish.
Fifty years ago there was a romping,
rackety, Tomboy of a thing, that used
scoldings and pettings, and make more
of the folks in it put together.
was our Kate,
Kingdom of Heaven, which shuts its
gate against every bad feeling, The
worst that could be said against her
her noisy tongue!
had ever omittéd to rouse the Louse
with her pestering, persevering rattle.
She used to say she couldnt understand
how people could or ought to lie abed
after the larks had turned out. Noth-
ing but laudanum could bave kept her
there, and I've threatened to dose her
many a time,
I think I cau now hear her first morn.
ing salute. *‘Now, then, lazy folks!
now, then, lazy folks!” And then the
young huzzy would almost drive me
wild with her incorrigable rattle; and
she kept at it, too, till I made a rush to
the door with a spongeful of water. I
cheated her once, though, for three
mornings running. I tied a piece ot
string to my soap-pot, and, on the first
rat-tat-tat, gave it a rattle and said,
“Yes, yes; I'm up, I'm up,” But she
found ms out, and never gave me the
shadow of a chance ever after.—*‘‘The
ghe to the folks; **but I'll be up to him
for the future.” And so she was, the
young pest. However, I really don’t
think I'm any the worse now for all this
coercive early rising.
And she was handsome, too. But
where was ever the racket of a house-
hold that wasn’t the handsomest girl
about, at all events, in the eyes of those
whom she tormented? I'm not going
to talk about ringlets, and lips, and
necks, and cheeks, and eyes, and eye-
lashes; she looked honest and happy,
and if that won’t make any woman
handsome after a very short acquaint.
ance, why then you can manufacture
one out of an animated Venus, with all
the stock of Gaursud’s store at her
command,
An awful coguette she was though
_ Ibzlieve she did more towards getting
the boys to school than any amount of
have accomplished. There w ere three
fine-looking lads who I know used to
come an hour earlier every morning,
and at least a m 13 out of thelr way, to
see Kate to school and carry her little
slate and bag. When first they began
thus, didn’t they look at one another
like young bulldogs? and, al
though one cf them had been “jolly well
welted,” 1t was ineffectual; the fears
So they form-
The smile of |
a dreadful
thing, The happy receiver knew ‘what
he'd get” when they caught him *‘by
himself.’-Ah, Kate, Kate, but you
used to play the deuce with those poor
boys! If they had but heard what she
sald about them over the supper-table,
almost making us choke ourselves with
the young minx’s cold-bloodedness, why,
murder and suicide might have follow-
ed.
She managed somehow-—from my
own experience I can’t conceive how-
to escape any severe attacks of the
bat she was caught at last; her turn
band from among all the men I had ev-
a known, He was a fine fellow, was
Tony; a noble-looking fellow, frank,
and as true as steel, He was comfort-
ably off, too; and this is no bad thing
in a future brother-in-law, I do not
mean this in a selfish point of view, but
as regards the influence it exercises
over a woman’s happiness, and one
feels the more particularly interested
when that woman is our pet sister.
Well, to make a short story of if, the
old lady's eyes began, gradually, to
open, and she tried to open my father's
too; but he said **Pooh! pooh! nothing
of this kind, or J should have noticed
it.” (Depend upon it that our fathers
and mothers are not half so sharp as
they fancy they are.) But mother was
not to be pooh-poohed out of a notion
when it had once managed to work its
way into her good old noddle. Once
ridden with the idea that something
more than myself brought Tony there
80 very regularly, she saw, as she might
have seen a couple of months or 80 be-
fore, sufficient to confirm her in her
tardy idea, She spoke to me about it
came to blush and look foolish, and to |
I fancied some- |
ing, instead of the old clatter, which |
she still kept up from habit, I simply
heard a single rap at my door, with
“Come, get up,” and then she passed |
on. I felt so wroth at not being fairly |
forced out of bed as usual, that I took
an extra turn over, and didn’t turn
“Well?
ter in my life,” was
breakfast to our father, who fancied
she was sick or something. And then |
she sweetened my coffee twice over.
“Why, what ou earth ails you, girl? |
[ heard the old lady say, a couple of
days after. “How clumsy you've gob
lately! I declare, I shall get quite angry |
with you.”
Kate pouted and went off to have a
secret conference with Mary House-
maid. I noticed that she'd had a won- |
A
Why, ves; I never fait bet~ |
her answer at
brain. **Kate’s in love, or I'm a Dutch-
man,”
What a regular joke! Kate in for it. |
What a jolly idea! Wouldn't I pay |
her off with a fearful interest for the
way she used to banter me when I was
“spoony” on the little girl at the cake-
shop? But it was a serious idea, too.
Kate was now seventeen. Never was |
brother prouder of a sister. She was
the pride and benefactress of the vil-|
lage, and the joy of the old home. 1}
never contemplated such a thing as
Kate leaving us till that moment. A
new page in her career suddenly opened
before me-~that of the future welfare |
| whose praises I now listened to with
pride,
But ‘was Kate really in love? I wasn’t
| going to put my foot into it, for Kale
| was an awful hand at talking, and she
| would have worried the soul out of me
| if I'd got on the wrong scent, So I
no use, and I came to the conclusion |
that I might possibly be mistaken after |
I one day tried to pump Mary,
but she didn’t know anything about. |
Oh, of course not.—But this had a
The next time I saw |
Kate after that she looked remarkably |
sheepish, and, when I asked her to
It's wy firm
opinion that that particular cap was
never commenced. I belleve that was
the only story Kate ever told in her |
lifs,
“Oh, young lady,” said I, as she left |
the room and bolted down stairs for an- |
other confidential confab with Mary, |
“very cunning you think yourself,don’t
you?”
I was in an awfal state of curiosity
all that day. I felt, I couldn’t explain
very clearly why, that Kate was over
head and ears, and that confound-
ed Mary was in the secret, and that
she'd told Kate about my attempt to
pump her, I experienced a strong in-
clination to throttle Mary.
However, love is no easy thing to
keep hidden long, even when there is a
strong motive to doso, My old chum,
Tony Hastings, began to drop in often
er than usual, always bringing a scold
ing from his mother for Kate, because
she didn’t go and see her as frequently
as she used todo. Tony seemed to have
been suddenly struck with the idea that
bunches of flowers and the last new
novel were indispensable requisites for
young ladies in general, and Kata in
particular; and one day, as I went sod.
denly into the parlor, I noticed Kate
out of the corner of my eye suddenly
push something or other under the sofa
cushion. I didn’t get a chauce to have
a peep; but Tony was swaggering, a few
days after, with a new gumerack bead
purse, which he'd bought in town.”
Oh, yes, of course, Cunning dog, how
I could have staggered him.
However, I pretended to see noth-
ing. My mind was now perfectly at
ease, But I registered a vow fo be
down upon them like a thousand of
brick ons of these odd days, I had
never, as I said, till then, contemplated
the jdea of losing Kate, but if I had
ever thought about her marrying I
one day in great confidence, and 1 re-
plied, *Why, yes, of course. Why, J
thought you knew all about that ever so
ong.” Wasn't the old lady astonished,
and didn’t I feel like one in authority?
I bolted off to Kate instantly. *‘It’s
“What's found out??’ said she looking
as innocent as a sheep.
“Why,” says I, plump, and looking
could have despened the color on Ka-
tie's cheek, and that thing popped in
the shape of Tony.
Tony saw that something was up. 1
looked at the pair of them. Katie
looked at the carpet, Tony stroked his
beard; and a very handsome one it was
“By the way,” said I, breaking the
to town to-morrow; just tell me where
you bought that bead purse of yours;
can. It iss very nice purse, Tony.”
Kate raised ber head like a flash of
be a telegraph invented which will say
half as much in twice the time as two
pair «f eyes did then in about half a
up, and owned to it like martyrs, but
felt highly disgusted with my powers of
perception and unpardonable duplicity.
subject to father, which she did with a
vengeance, dilating much (poor old
soul!) on his dullness and her own clear-
s tedness,
Father was as much pleased as 1 was
at such a match. So the time was
named when we were to lose our pel
(Here the old man’s voice faltered, as
ed upon bis mind.) Tony was almost
continually at our house, and Kate and
mother never missed a day going to
have a long chat with Mrs. Hastings,
ladies. The fat, venerable pony saw
week than he
had ever seen in any three months be-
fore, quite sufficient to elicit his disap-
consider that I have said quite enough
“Poor Kate, poor Kate,” he contin-
now."
And the old man busied himself in a
corner refiiling his pipe.
Sxuils
It is reported that at the Anthropo-
logical Congress, which is soon to be
held in Rome, there will be a collection
of 700 skulls of criminals, with the
photographs of 3,000 convicts and the
brains of more than 150 convicts, be.
sides thousands of autographs, poems,
sketches, and special instruments, the
work of eriminsis, with an album con-
taining a record of 700 observations,
physical and moral, on 500 criminals
and 300 ordinary men. There will also
be graphic maps of crime in Europe
with reference to meteorology, foxd,
institutions, suicide, ete., and tables of
the stature of criminals in relation to
the length of the arms and of crime in
town compared with that in the coun-
try. Photographs of Russian political
and other eriminals, especially of those
trom Moscow, and wax masks of a large
number of celebrated criminals will
likewise be exhibited. Perdons promi.
nent in criminal anthropology are ex-
pected to take part in the congress.
A Chinese Mason's arial,
Chie Leng of 11 Pell street, New
York, who had the post-mortem dis-
tinction of being the first Chinese Free
Mason who ever died in Gotham, was
buried with impressive Chinese rites on
Celestial Hill, in the Cemetery of the
Evergreens. Che Lueng had amassed
what hib fellow countrymen in Mott
street consider a fortune, and was on
the eve of his return to China with his
savings when hasty consumption seizgd
him. According to the almond-eyed
tenants of 11 Pell street, his last hours
were remarkable, He became uncon-
scious a week ago last Monday, and
legged and moaning around the cot sup-
posed that he was dead. They dressed
him in brand new burial robes of silk
and gold embroidery, and burned joss
sticks near his head. Amid the purr-
ing singing of the mourners and the
banging of gongs with which they ac-
companied their funeral song, Che
Leung sat up and stared around. “Bad
luck to your sowis! D'ye think OP’m
dead?” is undoubtedly what he would
have said if he had been a countryman
of Tim Finnigan’s. What he did do
and say was to point to his rich burial
robes and expostulate against the waste
of 80 much money. He fell back in
bed again an instant later. and died in
lass than half an hour. His cautious
relatives waited until Wednesday be-
fore they went to Undertaker Naugh-
bury him in
Four closed carriazes followed the
hearss to the grave
the members of the lodge formed in a
full circle around the mound and bowed
heads solemnly
It lasted ten minutes, Bits of
on them were scattered to the
while he talked. He held his testh
tightly clenched as he talked, after the
When the
18 Mott street
Lee Thong hung out a great red pla-
It
mss AAI ps nA
Jalspa.
Mexico via Orizaba. Such another odd
Grass grows rankly in all its siquy
streets, which straggle up and down
the deep hillsides, winding in and out
with labyrinthine crookedness. Its low
casas, clinging to the heights, are all
those of Vera Cruz, but more hand-
somely decorated within; all apparently
built centuries ago, and nothing but
the sturdy vines that overgrow them
has held their crumbling walls so jong
together,
in Jalapa, no filthy alleys nor uncleanly
court filled with fountains,
the sleepy sunshine. Mine host
picture to behold—his swarthy face half
bedecked with silver coins, and a dag-
ger and brace of pistols stuck in his
crimson sash. The tiled floor of my
apartment is, of course, carpetiess; the
little iron bedstead is beruflied like a
Frenchwoman’s; pitchers and water.
jars of dark red pottery from Gaudala-
jara are quaint enough to drive a collec
tor of ceramics crazy, and the wide un-
glazed window has iron bars outside
and rude inner shutters of solid malo
gany, which wood is here as cheap as
pine, made like the doors of a barn.
The walls being of enormous thickness,
the stone window-ledges are wide
enough to admit several chairs; and in
this safe but shightly dim alcove I spend
most of the quiet days with book or
pencil, after the manner of Las Jala-
penas, Outside, at this moment, 1 see
a lepero sleeping peacefully in the sun-
ghine—for in this enchanting atmos
phere even baggars forget to beg; and a
boy, lolling upon the sharp stones that
pave the main thoroughfare, is lazily
cutting grass for his donkey with a
machete somewhat longer than himself,
These machetes (enormous knives, much
resembling Roman swords) are worn by
all the natives hereabouts, and are the
ranchers; but these huge knives are as
common as canes among the dudes of
New York, throughout Southern Mex-
America,
from father to son forever.
ever heard, and probably a carriage was
{ never seen here, for these steep streets,
| as tiresome as picturesque, were con.
{ structed long before such vehicles had
{ been thought of. The backs of mules
| and Indians serve all purposes for which
carts are usually employed, and horse-
| back riding is an unfailing delight, for
Jome of the finest views in the world
| are obtained from the surrounding hills,
| The only drawback to unalloyed enjoy-
i
i
| ment in these otherwise perfect days is
| the frequency of chipi-chipis, as the
| light drizzling showers are called; and
| even these are blessings in disguise, for
| they keep vegetation perpetually at its
3
quantity.” Of all the queer plazas,
quaint market places and charmingly
| grotesque old churches it has been my
good fortune to find, those of Jalapa
bear off the palm. All the ancient stone
| sanctuaries have curiously shaped roofs,
| with towers and buttresses, having been
| built in days when churches served for
| forts and places of refuge, as well as for
| purposes of worship. Among other
| gloomier past.
| formerly occupied by the Inquisition
was rent in twain by lightning
| remains asa sign from heaven that such
| iniquities as once occurred within its
walls shall be practiced no more,
The Franciscan Convent, built by the
conquerors for the benefit of the early
| Jalapans, is now converted into a col-
lege. If one dare venture upon the
| steeple it is well worth the trouble of
| chunbing them for the sake of the match
dred feet square, surrounded by massive
Now
pect of ruin and decay, like the fortunes
{ spacious cells,
| the old plle been converted into a cav-
alry barrack, the bugle
sounded the morning call as often as
whera Las
i mules shared the
together,
desecrated cloisters
— lil sn
Chiles Justice Taney.
———
Judge Taney lived to the age of
| eighty-seven, and be seemed all his life
to be hanging on the verge of the grave,
For a long time before Andrew Jackson
| ury,and got him to remove the deposits
from the United States Bank, Taney
Pinkney were for a time his chief |
At this time a |
How Peat is Uathersa for Fael,
siomma——
The gathering of the reat harvest in,
| many parts of Ireland and Scotland isa
{ matter of much importance to the in.
habitants, a wet season reriously inter-
i fering with the necessary operations,
| The eutting commences early in the
| season. as soon as the Winter and Spring
{ rains have drained off the surface. In
| Ireland a long, narrow slip, measuring
| from three to six feet across, 1s cleared
| to the depth of a foot or so of the light,
| spongy peat and heather which form
| the surface. Extending back from
| this a certain space of surface, called in
| some districts a swarth, is leveled and
| prepared for the reception of the blocks
| of peat, which, as they are cul, are
| spread closely upon it to dry. The
| peat, or tuft, as it is almost invariably
| called in that country, 18 cut into nar-
| row, rectangular blocks, from oue foot
| to eighteen inches in length. The im-
plement used in cutting, called a slane,
| somewhat resembles a spade, witha flat
| piece of steel attached to the bottom at
{ the right side, and turned up at right
| angles. The blocks are cut from the
| mass with a downward thrust of the
| implement, the arms alone being used,
| without the assistance of the foot, as in
| the ordinary spade. After the blocks
have lain for some time, and the sides
and upper surfaces have dried some-
what, they are turned, and then placed
on end in small stacks, which are piled
| together in larger heaps after the dry-
ing process has advanced. Toe work
of cutting, turning, and stacking the
peat is pot such an unpieasanl OCCUPa~
tion as might be supposed. It is cleanly
work Tiere is no need to
handle the peat in a wet slate, though
| even then it does pot stain or stick to
the hand or person, and has no unpleas-
smell, When it has dried Sowme-
what. it is light, clean, and easy to
handle. It is unusual tc cul the peat
down to the level of soil beneath, the
produce of the lower layers, although
most valuable as fuel, drying into bard
and brittle fragments, which do not
bear handling or removal. When the
upper matter becomes exbausted, the
remainder is sometimes dug out, mixed
with water, and kneaded with the hands
ani feet, It is then cut into square
| blocks, and dried in the ordinary way.
The peat bogs of Ireland ought to be a
source of considerable profit to that
country; and but for the low healing
| power of peat, which renders it unfit
for use as fuel for manufacturing pur-
poses, they would no doubt have long
ago led to the development in that coun-
| try of industrial and manufacturing
| activity similar, on a small scale, to
| that produced by coal in England. To
| remedy this defect in peatas a fuel var-
| ious processes have been tried for com-
| pressing it so as to get rid of the large
percentage of water always present in
the best dried samples, These experi-
ments have not, up to the present, met
enough.
J
ans
‘man who had a chancery suit which
{ had been a long time in the courts and
{ bade fair to become a second **Jarndyce
| lawyer to take up his case. He had
| employed both Martin and Pinkney,
| and one after the other they had died
| on his hands, leaving his case still
| unsettied, He was recommended to
| get Taney, and with this view he called
| upon him. He entered the office, tock
! a look at the emaciated form and grave-
| yard air of the great lawyer, and then
| with a grunt of disgust he turned upon
| his heel and went out of the door with-
| out saying a word. “Give that man
| my case!” he said to the first friend be
| met. “I would as soon give it to a
{ corpse. He will die inside of two
{ months.” But Taney did not die, and
he doubtless survived the above prophet
by a full generation.
War Imminent,
Turkey refuses to submit to the
process of dismemberment initiated by
the Roumelians, and war seems immi-
pent. Princes and people are greatly
stirred by the prospect, and they are
counting on possible contingencies for
the extension of their power and pres-
tige. Turkey says the Roumelians must
remain her subjects, whereas Bis
marck says Bulgaria may if she choos.
es, incorporate them in their pribeipal-
ity. Servia and Greece, opposed to
this suggestion of the German Chancel-
or, declare that if it is permitted they
will have something to say, and will
jnsist upon slices of the sick man’s
territory. And thus the matter stands,
Rasa looming up in the background
menacingly and threateningly. If war
ensues she will reconcile the demands
of Bulgaria and Greece, and it is said
that, preliminary to that step, Prince
Waldemar of Denmark, brother of the
King of Greece and brotheran-law of
the Czar, who 1s this month to wed the
daughter of the head of the French
Bourbons, will be made Kwg of Bul
garia in the place of Prince Alexander,
who is to be desposed. Thus Russia
will reinitiate her historic purpose,
and prepare the way for an easy and
unobstructed march for the occupation
of Constantinople.
A SATE
The Webster Watoh,
Mr. Peter Butler of Boston wears
the famous wateh given to Daniel Web-
ster by the Hon. Moses Grinnell and
others, Mr. Webster gave it to hs
friend'and biographer, Mr, Peter Har
vey, and he in turn bequeathed it to
Mr. , Who also possesses Mr.
with any great success when tried on a
jarge scale, Well-dried peat contains
| as much as twenty per cent. of water;
| and even when most of this is expelled,
unless the peat is rendered compact and
| water-proof by some process, its spongy
| texture causes it to reabsorb a large
| proportion of moisture from the atmos-
! phere,
— A
A Money presser.
An old coin man visits the offices of
| the elevated railroad, New York, every
| few days to purchase the worn and
| plugged coin taken in at the stations,
| and refused at the banks, as well as the
| foreign con. He also buys up the
| mutilated silver, nickels and coppers
that are dropped by absent-minded
passengers into the gate boxes. There
are many persons who, ou getting their
change with a ticket at the window of
| the ticket office, will carefully put the
| ticket in their pockets, and will drop
| their change in the toll-coliector’s box.
Some ladies drop their pocketbooks in,
while they hold their ticket with great
care. Inside of each box there is a
cylinder full of teeth, and when a piece
of coin gets into the receptacle below,
it has two holes in it or is chipped at
the edges. Every day the mass of
mutilated tickets is overbauled in the
main office before beigg sent into the
waste, and these are sifted out.
From $5 to $50 a day have been picked
out in this way, The money 18 50
mutilated that it cannot be passed, and
it is sold to the old-coin man for about
70 cents on the dollar. %
This curious speculator sometimes
carries away $600 or $700 worth of such
coin. He calls himself a “money dress
er,”’ a business which be insists is just
as legitimate as that of a ‘coffee
polisher,” or a dry goods dresser. He
beats out the twisted and bruised coin,
cleans the soiled copper, brighteas the
foreign coin, and goes on hia tour to
dispose of his goods. The foreign
money is Sold to the stewards of foreign
vessels, and the poor American coin is
worked off at the cattle yards and sent
out West, Much of it Buds its way into
the hands of the cowboys, who spend it
as freely a8 though it was fresh from
the Mint, The “money dresser”
searches his purchases very carefully,
pays him several hundred per cent