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GOOD NIGHT.
Beyond the press of loss and gain,
How sweet at eve to creep
And fold about my weary brain
The lotus leaves of steep,
And all the throbs of daily pale
In opiate (uncles sleep.
No lotus leaf—no Indian wine—
Like evening's inviiiic claims,
Descending under dusk divine,
And dropping tender balms
I
ido this lowly heart of mine
That asketh God for alms.
0! blessed
With chrisßlee m op f
holyanointin nightg me,
Ana blinding me that I may nee
Beyond all earthly eig ht,
And inding me that I may be
Rele b ased for viewless flight.
Upborne from dust of dully things,
And freed from curb of clay
To mount upon ethereal wino—
Through boundless worlds to el my
And drink at Life's eternal sprltign,
I3eYond the founts of day.
Oh! loving Sleep! that hringeth dreams
To woo, with waving hands,
And call us back by pleasant streams
A nd over silvery strands,
Where Memory, (lice moonlight, gleam.
Across the shining sands.
O! tide of Sleep! thus softly Bows
Through pleasure's gard. 0 blooms.
Anil ebbs, In sorrowful repose,
Beneath oar tiorrow's glooms,
Where Memory, like moonlight, shows
The nn sits on all our tomb,.
0! gentle Sleep! 0! .10tnn Death!
Twin angels, darkly bright,
That kh4 our eyes. 11.11 d seal our !wont h
And sally veil the light
I know not which It be that salt
The tenderest "(loud Night."
flaisccilancous
Tile Nopement
" Your aunt Churl ton and cousin Jen
nie will be here on the next train, Itus.
sell " said Mr. Wilder to his nephew.—
" You had better get the pony chaise,
and bring them from the—"
"Can't. Am going away myself,
sir."
The—the d—l you lire !" responded
the old gentleman, pushing his specta
cles up over his forehead, and regard
ing his nephew with an air of surprise
and consternation.
"Yes, sir. Charley 1 hint invited 1111'
out to his place for a few weeks, and I
thought I might us well go now as any
time."
" I should say tliat it was a very
strange time to be leaving !mine. Your
aunt and cousin will consider it AS a
personal atfrt int, sir."
" It is not intended as
such, sir.—
'Thhough to lie frank, considering the
object of Jennie's visit, I prefer not to
see her. And I must say that I think
she would have shown more sense and
delicacy if she would have stayed
away."
" Your cousin is a very lovely little
girl, Mr. Impudence, and won't be
likely to go a - begging."
" I don't doubt it in the leueL. But
for all that, she won't suit me for a
wife, uncle,"
"How do you know that, you con
ceited young donkey, when you never
saw her?" inquired the irate old man,
bringing his cane down upon the floor
with startlihg emphasis.
" Common sense teaches we that no
marriage can be a happy one that does
not, spring from mutual love. And one
thing I am resolved, that I will never
marry from mercenary motives."
" Nobody wants you to marry the
girl unless you like her!" roared Mr.
Wilder, his face growing purple with
rage and vexation lit his nephew's per
versity. All I ask is that you will stay
and see her. And this is a point I in
sist upon—yes, sir, l insist upon it I"
" I am sorry to disobey you, uncle,
lint if I should stay, iL will only give
rise to conclusions that I am 11115i011S to
avoid, but I will, tell you what I will
' do. I will relinquish all claim to the
property that you lire so anxious should
not be divided. As that seems to lie the
main object, I think that it ought to lie
satisfactory to all parties."
A few minutes later Russell passed by
the window, valise In hand,
Ho nodded good humoreilly to his
uncle as he glanced in, who glared alter
hint in speechless rage.
" Ile shan't have a penny—not a
penny!" he growled, as sinking back
in his (Muir, lie wiped the perspiration
from his forehead.
" What's the matter now ?" said the
gentle voice of his I,‘,•ife, Polly, who had
just entered the room.
" Matter enough, I should say. Rus
sell has gone—actually cleared out, so as
not to see his cousin. What do you
think of that
" 1 think you'll Intro another altar
of the gout, If you get yourself so ex.
cited," said the good lady, as she placii'
ly resumed her knitting.
" Wind's to he dune now ?"
" Nothing, that I can see.
and J pinto hail seen each other before
they hadfany 'lotion that you wanted
them to marry, ten to one but that they
would have !Olen head nod ears ill love
with each other; but as matters are
now, I don't believe it would be Of the
least use. From what Ellett Writes me,
I should think Jennie to be as much op
posed to, it us Russell. She says she
can't bear to hear his name mentioned,
and that it was as much as she could do
to get her consent to conie at all, when
she heard that Russell was at home."
"They are lt couple of simpletons,"
said the old gentleman, testily. "I've
got half a nilud to make another will,
and leave my property to some charita
ble institution !"
In going to Dighton, whither lie was
11011 nil, Russell Wilder had to travel part
of the way by stage.
There was only .110 passenger besides
himself, for which he was not sorry,
the day being very hot and sultry.
This passenger was a lady—there was
an air of unmistakable latlyhood about
her which told him that. He noticed liar.
titularly the daintily gloved hands and
well-hitting boots.
Her graceful form indicated Lhat she
was both young and pretty, but he
could not seedier face on account of the
envious veil that hid it.
;tut as soon as she got comfortably set
tled in tile corner, to which Mussel as
sisted her, site threw it back, disclosing
a lair, sweet cave, lighted by a pair .of
wondrously bright. black eyes, which
shot a swift, bewildered plane- into his,
that were so intently regarding her.
Tim sudden starting of the coach,
which soon sent. the lady's parcels from
the seat to the floor, gave Russell an op
portunity or speaking . , as he returned
them, of which lie was not slow to take
advantage.
From this they fell easily into conver
sation ; and it was I,lll'lOllS 110 W a,ciable
they became.
They talked of the beautiful scenery
through which they were passing; of
the newest books and latest magazines,
some of which Russell had with him.
The lady inwardly thought her cola
panion to be the most entertaining and
agreeable man she ever met with. And
us for Russell, lie often lost the thread
of his discourse in admiring the red
dimpled lips, and the pearly teeth they
disclosed whenever she spoke or smiled.
Certain it is, his four hours' ride from
1 1 to Dighton, were the shortest
four hours he had ever known in his
life.
'• Where do you,want to be left, sir?"
inquired the coachman as lie entered
the village.
"At Mr. Charles Hunt's, Locust Hill.
Do you know where that Is?' said Rus
sell, putting tile head out of the window,
" Certainly, sir; take you there in a
' jiffy."
" Why there's where I'm goine!"
said the lady, opening her eyes widely.
Nelly—Mi. Hunt's wife is my most
particular friend; we used to go to school
together?"
And Charley Hunt Is one of the
finest fellows In the world."
" How very oud !"
"How very fortunate!" exclaimed
' Russell, with a meaning glance at his
fair companion, which made the rosy
cheeks still more rosy.
" Might I take the liberty of inquir
ing-1"
But just at this moment the stage stop
ped In front of the house, on the portico
of which stood Mr. and Mm. Hunt, en
joying the evening breeze.
In a moment Russell was shaking
• hands with the former, while Tale com
panion rushe
pagerly into the arms of
the surprised affd delighted wife.
" Why, what a happy surprise, Jen
nie!" she said, after spiriting her visi
tor off to her own room ; " I Lad given
up all idea of seeing you this summer."
And I had no idea of being able to
come, until just before I started. You
see, mamma—my step - mamma,you
know—was going to Uncle Wider's,
and she insisted on my going with her;
to see the hateful, disagreeable cousin
of mine, that they are determined to
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out al)f-Ittetlx- /end •
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marry me to. So when mamma was
busy packing, I just put on my things
and slipped off; leaving a note to tell
where I was going. Wasn't that a
good joke on them all !"
"I should think it was said Nellie,
with a burst of
the occasion warranted. "Whe re merriment,far mo than
n I saw
who your companion was, I thought you
were out on your wedding tour?"
"No, indeed, never saw the man until
he got Into the stage at YBut,
really,he Is the finest looking man I
ever saw, and so agreeable. Who is
he?"
"Oh,l'll introduce you when you come
down stairs. There's Sarah wanting to
see me about supper. You'll have only
to dress. Mind and look your prettiest!"
And with a roguish shake of her fin
ger at her friend, Nellie ran away to see
about supper.
If Jennie did not 'look her prettiest,'
she certainly looked very lovely as she
entered the supper room, her linen suit
exchanged for a fresh, soft muslin,
whose simplicity and purity were re
lieved only by the violet-colored rib
bons in the hair and throat.
Russell had also taken great pains
with his toilet as could be seen by his
spotless 110511 and carefully arranged
h dr.
The pause that followed Jennie's en
trance was broken by Mr. hunt, who in
response to a meaning glance from his
wife, said:
" Russell, allow me to introduce to
you, your cousin Jennie ; Miss Charlton,
your cousin, Russell Wilder."
The embarrassment which followed
the blank astonishmentdnto which this
announcement threw the parties so un
expectedly made known to each other,
was quickly dispelled IbY the turn that
,was given it by their host and hostess.
" I suppose you'll want to book your•
self f u r the next stage?" said Mr. I fun'
shyly to Russell, who had been talker
into his friend's confidence.
And said his wife, turning
Jennie,' t don' [suppose anything could
tempt you to remain, now that you have
seen that hate' it, disagreeable -"
" ! " interrupted Jennie, crim
soning, its she remembered her words.
"Well, I won't then. Ilut you must
let me laugh ! Just to think of both
running In the sante direction, and to
the same place. •
The ringing laugh that burst from
Nellie's lips was to contagious too:be re•
sisted, even by those at whose expense
it was raised.
This merriment was followed by a
general feeling, and a pleasanter tea
party never gathered around social
board.
We need hardly say that Russell did
not take the stage the next morning,
nor did Jennie seem at 'all disposed to
cut short her visit on account of her
cousin's unexpected appearance.
When they did go, they Went., as Illcy
came, together.
Mr. Wilder's astonishment was only
equaled by his delight, on looking out
of the window to see the two walking
up the path towards the house, arm iu
arm, and apparently On the beet of
erns. •
As for Russell and Jennie. they seem
al to regard the unexpected meeting as
tu indication of their " manifest des-
tiny," accepting it as such, much to the
joy of their uncle, whose darling wish
was accomplished is iho marriage of
two, thus made happy in spite of them
selves.
Trick of a Gambler.
A gambler in his confession says: 1
nice know a Southern gentleman,
who, although not ostensibly a profes
sional gambler, really made short cards
a business. lie was a man of education
and a line conversationalist, and a very
elegant gentleman. He was tird of a
little game of draw, just to kill time,
you know ; but the result was that he id
ways got the best:ofit,andoningllug with
moneyed men his winnings were large.
I got into a series of games with him, and
as well as I understand cards myself, 1
invariably got the worst of it. I knew
there was something wrong, and 1 re
solved to discover it If possible. I care
fully examined the backs of the cards,
and, understanding how this sort 01
work is done, I very soon satislled my
self that the backs were all right.. I
watched his deal. He threw then&
around with great rapidity. his shuf-
g Was square.
One day I procured a powerful
lying glass and went carefully over a
,ack of cards that he had won with the
night before. A long and careful search
revealed in the aces and face cards a
series of trilling concavities. The
punches were so slight as to be invisible
to the naked eye, but upon passing my
lingers over them, I could feel them. A
gamblers' lingers are,or ought to be, P oft,
aS velvet. Subsequent investigation re
vealed his work. He had on the inside
of his linger ring a minute punch."
"In the begin ning'of a game he would
manage to turn the faces of the aces and
face cards, one at a time, so as to bring
them against his punch, and then one
indention, or two, or three in a certain
locality would designate the cards. So
nice was his sense of. touch that, when
dealing, he would naturally pass the
face of each card over the end of his left
middle lingers, and, no matter how
readily he dealt them, he would know
the position of all the face cards in the
pack. Of course, this gave him a heavy
percentage, and the result woo that lie
invariably won."
A Little Indian Shepherd
There is a Digger boy employed on a
sheep ranch in Monterey county, Cali
fornia, who is a human curiosity. He.
heeds about eight hundred sheep all by
himself, and the overseer says he knows
every one of them by sight, and when
he brings them in at night,
he Will get
upon the corral fence and tell whether
one of them is missing. He is about
fourteen, and has a face as round as the
moon, and the brightest black eyes,
which fairly sparkle with mischief. He
turns more somersaults and hangs head
. _
down ward from more trees than an y man
could count readily, and seems hardly to
be aware of the existence of the sheep
during the day, yet brings them all in
at night. Like a true i odian his mo
tions are perfectly catlike, and he never
calls to his sheep, but always imitates
the owl, the wild•cat or the coyote.
When his employer culls him, he never
answers a syllable, but starts an runs
toward him with all his might. Mis
chievous Leslie is when alone, he is as shy
as a partridge, and was never known to
come to his meals with the others unless
lie was specilicallycalled by name. The
overseer got tired of being obliged always
to give him a special and particular invi
tation to dinner, so he went out and took
him by the ear one day, and lend him to
the table ; but the boy straightway burst
out crying and blubbering in grievous
distress of mind, and it took him two
days to recover his equanimity.
A revolver was bought for him, that he
might shoot at the coyotes when they
conic to prey on his llocks,'but he regard
ed it with aversion. At last they pre
vailed on him to carry It two days in
succession, and on the second day he saw
a wi bi-cat,crept upon it with true Indian
stealth, lay flat on his belly, held the pis
tol to his face, and after ig . h6ng along
\
the barrel and then rapiin lig at the cat
alternately about a dozen ti sat last he
tired. The pistol kicked hin in the burr
of the ear, after that he could never be
induced to take it again. The Diggers
are a timorous and gentle race, and do
not take to tire-arms like the hell-born
Apaches.
{That Is Thine Age?
" Father," said a Persian monarch to
the old titan who, according to Oriental
usage, bowed before the sovereign's
throne, " pray be seated ; I cannot re
ceive homage from one bent with years,
whose head is white with the frosts of
age. . And now, father," said
the monarch, when the old man had
taken the proffered seat, " tell me thine
age ; how many of the sun's revolutions
hast thou counted? " Sire," answered
the old man, " I am but four years."
" What! " interrupted the king; " fear
est thou not to answer me falsely,
or dost thou jest on the very brink of the
tomb ? " " 'speak not falsely, sire," re
plied the aged man, " neither would I
offer a foolish jest on a subject so solemn.
Eighty long years have I wasted in fol
ly and sinful pleasures, and in amassing
wealth, twee of which I can take with
me when I leave this world. .your only
have I spent in doing good to my fellow
men. And shall I count these years
that have been utterly wasted? Are
they not worse thak blank, and is not
that portion only worthy to be reckoned
as a part of my life which has answered
life's hest end ? "
James G. M'Quade, of Norristown
has been appointed Master Warden o
the Port of Philadelphia by Gov. Geary
"liaising the Devil."
It was a dark and tempestuous night,
a night to fill the soul with fright ; the
thunders pealed, the lightnings flashed,
the wild beasts squealed and the ele
ments clashed, while the rain from
prabove in torrents dashed, when a poor
eacher of the gospel wended his way
through the dismal intricacies of a west
ern forest many years ago.
The poor man felt anything but com
fortable for he was wet through to the
skin, and almost tried to death. He had
been tramping about since morning, be
sides he had lost his way, so that the
reader can guess the state of mind he
was in, and also appreciate the sudden
transition from despair to hope which
he experienced on seeing the glimmer
of a light ahead. He quickened his flag
ging footsteps and soon came up to the
light, which issued from the only win
dow of a solitary log cabin in the forest.
Remembering the scriptural injunc
tion " knock and it shall be opened unto
you, he did so ; but without meeting
with any response. He rapped again,
louder than before, and this time a gruff
female voice asked :
" Who's there t"'
" I," was the indefinite reply of
our rainsoalted parson.
•• Well, who are you and what do you
want:"' asked the voice, gruffer than
before.
"A peer, benighted preacher of the
gospel who has lost his way, and who
wishes to stay here to-night,' answered
the parson, in a dolorous voice.
" Well, stay there—l don't see what's
to hinder you."
"But I um almost starved, and I will
pay you liberly for some supper." he re
sponded chattering with cold and not iu
the least appreciating the joke.
The words "liberly pay" acted like
open sesame, and after a few moments
of delay, occasioned by the unfastening
of the door, it writ opened and our pas
tor entered.
He found himself in a rough apart
ment with a large tire-place at one end,
on which a great log fire was blazing; a
rough deal tattle and three chairs, be
sides a box lilted with dry flax, com
prised its furniture.
liut all minor deficiencies seemed to
be more than made up by the lady of the
house, for she was fully six feet in height
mid weighed nigh unto three hundred
pounds.
After having placed some food on the
tattle she turned to the parson, who
stood shivering before the tire, making
futile attempts to dry himself by alter
nately turning one side, then the other
to the tire.
Now I want you to eat thisgrub as
quick as you know how, and then
tramp, for it's perfectly impossible for
me to keep you here over night!"
" But my good woman," said the prO . '•-
son, anxiously, " I shall perish in this
inclement weather; I have been wan
dering in this fearful storm since morn
ing, and if you will have any compas
sion or pity at all you will try and give
niesome place where I can be sheltered
front this storm fur the night," and he
offered her a five dollar bill.
" Well," said the woman, avaricious
ly clutching the money " if you think
you can stay in the garret, maybe you
can stay ; but hurry up, for I expect my
husband home every minute, and it's
as much as your life is worth if lie
should find you here, for lie's a very
devil incarnate, and would think no
more of murdering you than he would
of shooting a grizzly !"
The woman produced a short ladder
as she spoke and bade the parson to get
up hi the garret.
There was a small drop" or trap
door in the ceiling, winch raised of its
own accord on the parson's head press
ing it upward, and not without some
difficulty he managed to squeeze him
self through the aperture.
After he was up, the woman told him
to shut the trap and not to make any
noise for his life, and then taking the
ladder away, the parson was left to his
own reflections.
Wet and uncomfortable as he was, his
fatigue was such that he had almost
fuller asleep, when lie was disturbed by
some one's knocking at the door.
Being somewhat curious to know
what sort of a nun his unknown host
was, he arose and peered through a
smith crack in the door into - the room
beneath.
Ire saw the woman open the door cau
tiously, and after admittffig a short,
thick-set man in a heavy cloak, lock It
again.
From the mysterious actions and
whisperings that ensued, our parson
rightly concluded that the person who
had just entered was not the woman's
husband but her paramour, who had
taken advantage of the husband's ab
sence to pay the woman a nocturnal
visit.
After whispering together for a while
the woman went to a cupboard and pro
duced a bottle of whiskey and a plate of
ham and bread, which she set on the
table, and the twain were soon engaged
in a loving repast.
While the parson was watching the
guilty couple there came a thundering
knock at the door, which caused them
both to jump to their feet in the greatest
consternation. Without a moment's loss
or time, the woman ran to the box of flux
and emptied its contents upon the floor;
she then bade the man, who was almost
scared to death, to get into the box,which
he was only too glad to do, and when he
was id she rapidly covered him up with
the flax. The womaCthen ran to the
door and unbolted it, all the while rub
bing her eyes as if just awkened out of
her sleep.
" Why the devil don't you let a feller
stand outside all night!" exclaimed the
new-comer, a tall, powerful, villainous
looking man, clad in a hunter's garb.as
he dealt her a ringing box on the ear.
"I was asleep and didn't hear you be-
I fore!" whimpered the woman. "And
don't for Clod's sake, curse so much,
for there's a Methodist minister up in
the g,arrett."
" Who cares for the Methodist minis
ter I'd like to know? But I'll soon have
him out of this hole? Here,
you old
canting hypocrite, come out of this and
show your.self, or I'll make you!" he
exclaimed,. with many imprecations, as
he set the ladder before the trap door.
The poor parson, almost dead with
fright, slowly descended the ladder,
looking as white as a ghost, for, from
the ruffian's manner, he expected that
I he would be a ghost shortly.
Don't hurt the poor man ! See how
sickly he looks !" exclaimed the woman,
1 pitying the poor parsons distress.
" You shut up, and mind your busi
ness, or it'll be the worse for you," was
the gracious reply of her lord; then
turning to the trembling parson, he
asked:
'• Are you a Methodist minister, and
do you believe in hell and the devil?"
The parson replied in the affirmative.
" Well, then, by the eternal, I don't!
land if you believe in the devil you'll
either make it appear, or I'll cut your
lying throat and make you appear before
him!" and he drew his bowie-knife iu
a threatening manner.
The poor preacher was in anything
but an enviable situation, and thoughts
of the other world began to till his mind
with anxious forebodings; for it is a
remarkable fact that however much cler
gymen preach and talk of the joys and
bliss of the future world, they prefer to
have others go and enjoy it.
This may be self abnegation or pure
unselfishness—Heaven knows
"Are you most ready ?" asked the
ruffian, raising his knife as he saw how
' the other hesitated. I'll :give you just
three minutes, and It the devil is not
here you'll be with the devil!"
"My friend," said the parson, into
whose head a brilliant idea had popped,
"that there is a hell is a well established
fact,as I can prove by hundred of writers,
and that the devil exists allows of no con
tradiction ; and that I have the power to
make him appear is also true; but dread
ful for you will be the consequence if he
does ! Better for you had you never been
born than to see Satan face to face In the
wicked state is which you are in !"
" D—n you, stop your preaching
and call the old boy! I'll stand the
consequences; and be quick about it,
for time's up."
The parson went to the fire-place and
took thence a burning brand, which he
applied to the box of flax. It blazed up
almost like gunpowder, and the earthly
yell that issued from the poor devil in
the box was truly appalling.
With apkacrobatic power of the pos
session-a which he was himself una-,
ware, he leaped out of the box, covered
from head to foot with burning flax.—
With roars and howls of agony he made
straight for the door, but he was not so
quick as the owner of the premises, for
with one look of terror at the burning
figure he fled out of the house, closely
followed by his "Satanic majesty."
When they were both gone the par-
son gave his hostess a short but effective
lecture on connubial duties, after which
he seated himself comfortably before the
fire.
When the woman's husband returned
h e e pe e c a t t efully parson
e w d it t h h a t t h h e e
ha e d atest
the
power to raise the devil at will.
Mark Trevanlon's Love.
" Do you think he will marry that
woman?"
" There's no telling; He is in love,
and men in love are very uncertain
creatures."
The first speaker pulled his blonde
moustache, and stepped out to get a
clearer view of the couple then passing,
with a deep anxiety furrowing his fore
head and moving the soft beauty of his
blue eyes.
"Marry that woman? He must be
mad
The man upon whom his eyes were
fixed was a splendid-looking fellow, six
feet tall at least, with a grandeur of
physique seldom beheld. He had great
soft eyes, like the eyes of a true, faith
ful animal—clear and limpid as water,
frank and fearless as an innocent child's,
and tender-and beautiful as the eyes of
a loving woman. The rest of the face
was in keeping with the wondrous eyes.
There was a broad forehead, with a.
'shading of straight black hair, a clearly
defined nose, a mouth shaded by the
graceful sweep of a silken moustache,
and a firm, smooth-shaven chin.
Beside him; leaning upon his arm,
was a woman—a perfect Juno. In stat
ure she stood nearly us high as Mark
Trevanion, and her form was a model
of roundness and grace. In all that
assembly of beautiful, high-bred wo
men, there was not another face like
hers, with its skin like the waxen leaf
of a white Calla lilly ; its long, almond
shaped black eyes; its white-pearly
teeth shining through the scarlet lips
that curved downward with a strange,
a hitter pride.
There was some white, gleaming stuff
falling from her polished shoulders and
lying in great,rich folds upon the velvet
pile, draping her magnificent form iu a
manner as artistic and classical as some
of the sculptors draped their Grecian
statutes; and every woman who passed
her gave a sigh of envy.
She was talking just then, with her
great, burning eyes fastened on his face;
and he was listening, with a rapturous
expression brightening his face, and an
utter oblivion' of everything around
him ; and the picture they formed was
striking enough to call forth the ques
tion : ' Do you think he will marry
that woman '.''
If he did—he, with all his pride, deli
cacy, passion, high sense of honor, and
love of truth stamped upon his face ;
and she, with her thorough-bred cun
ning and cool calculation showing
themselves plainly through the flimsy
veil of laughing good-nature and mock
refinement— what would become of
them?
Everybody knew him, knew his fam
ily, and the promises of a glorious future
stretched out before him. Nobody knew
her, save by the common hearsay. She
had come among them with old Mrs.
Chasseford for a patroness, and as that
lady stood in high repute, nobddy open
ly questioned her ward, Aura Delamere.
But Gossip—that prying busybody—
called her an ex-actress, an intrigante,
and an artful hussy ; and as people are
ever readier to credit evil than good, she
stood, in the minds of the many, the de
serving possessor of all these disagreea
ble titles.
But Mark Trevanion loved Aura Dela
mere. He had told her so out in the wil
derness of roses,in Mrs. Carey's conserv
atory, where the light fell through
green, leafy trellises, and where snowy
wax-flowers fell down across the waves
of midnight hair and lay against her
warms cheek. He had held her firm,
white hands In his, and leaning over
her—as she sat before him—like some
knightly loverof old, laid his good name,
his princely fortune, and his true heart,
at her feet.
When she gave him her answer, he
thanked God in his soul, and poured
from his lips endearing words, such as
men like him alone can use.
When again they passed through the
saloon, Itay Darnley, pulled his fair
moustache with a fiercer anger, and
something like an oath slipped from be
tween his closed teeth.
" God knows he is lost! There is a
devil in that woman's heart!"
A fairer, clearer sunshine never glad
dened the earth than that which shone
on the Spring morning of Marl Tre
vanion's wedding day.
All the world was there—all the world
of fashion and elegance, and the dark old
church was one vast parterre of bright,
animated flowers.
The bridal party needs no deseription;
hundreds as rich and showy have been
- - -
described before, so there is no need of
my repeating an oft-told tale. But the
splendid bridegroom and the peerless
bride were as fair a sight to look upon as
ever were beheld in that old church,
where hundreds of marriages had taken
place ; and when they turned back from
the altar, man and wife, the low-whis
pered exclamations of admiration from
that great throw , ' sounded out like the
buzz of insects, and filled the arches
with its subdued, yet distinct murmur.
They went to breakfast at Mrs. Chas
seford's, and thence up to the home he
had thought a fitting one for his bride,
and at night the doors were opened and
the world found entrance to Aura Tre
vanion's saloons.
In the full hush of victory, crowned
with wealth, position, and wifehood,
this queeenly woman received her
guests and their homage, and felt that
her triumph was complete.
The evening was wearing away, and
guests were availing themselves or the
music, dancing, cards, or whatever best
pleased them, when some one came to
her and whispered :
" There is a man below who swears,
ma'am, that he won't go away until he
has seen you, though we've tried to do
everything th get him away."
" A man? Go—no!—lead the way ;
will bee him !"
She went down the stairs, and :it the
library door the servant paused, and
pointed his hand. " lie is there :'' and
she entered.
Near the tire, and in the deep shadow
of a heavy book-case, sat something that
at her entrance, straightened itself into
a man, and came a step toward her.
A ragged, unwashed ,unshaven w retch
Ile was, with an evil, loathsome face, but
he raised his head, with a vulgar leer
and said with familiarity :
"So, you're here, my beauty! And
you've done a big thing for yourself ! "
" Well?"
" Well! And I want a crumb of it.
You've got to give it to me or make
this great house too hot for you ?" •
"Devil! I thought you dead ! "
" You lie ! you thought nothing of the
kind. You knew I was alive. But,
come, I cannot stay all the night. Give
me one hundred dollars, and swear that
you'll never tell who I am. Swear !"
She lifted her white hand heaven
ward.
" God knows I have no wish to reveal
you."
She bowed her head upon her hands.
" Ralph ! my love:for you—my prom
ise to you has bes4.l the curse of my
life!"
Like a crash of thunder in a cloudless
Summer skyvame that terrible,oath and
that cry of agony, and turning, those
two wretches—the ragged, sin-marked
man, and the dainty woman—faced
Mark Trevanion.
There was a fury in him. One could see
it in his calmestmoments,beneath all his
natural gentleness, and now It was
aroused. Like a wounded, maddened
animal he stood, and as she turned, he
caught her arm iu his, and dragged her
before her filthy companion.
"Who is this woman? What Is she
to you? Speak, or I will kill you where
you stand ! What is she to you ?"
"My wife !"
"Your
"Wife! That's the word, my boy.
Yes, my wife !"
"Aura, look at me! Tell me that he
lies ! For God's sake, answer me, or I
shall go mad !"
"I was his --"
She did not finish the sentence, for,
with almost superhuman strength, he
flung her from him to the floor, where
'she lay stunned and motionless; and
then he went2up to hie guests.
What ho told them she never knew,
but after a while the great rooms were
deserted, and he stood alone before the
dying fire in his chamber, gazing into
the gray ashes, and likening them to the
chill and desolation in his own broken
heart!
Six years later ! Six years, with their
varied changes, fraught with good and
ill, and Mark Trevanlon stood on the
great parlor of his home, looking down
upon the girlish face of the woman be
fore him!
A slight, frail girl she was, with azure
eyes and waving-golden hair thrown
back from a brow as white as snow, and
falling in bright rings down close to the
beautiful throat and over the black
dress; and he was thinking in his heart
that a lonely man could hardly give a
proper welcome to one so young and
fair. '
I shall be a trouble to you, Mr. Tre
vanion, but in some way I can in part
repay you. You must pardon dear papa's
selfish love for me," she was saying.
" I am not thinking of myself, my
child. For my own sake I can thank
your father for sending you to me, for I
am very lonely. lam thinking of you,
Nathalie. You will be alone, and un
protected, and—and—the world is hard
and cruel with the best of us."
I am not in the world," she said
And I am not in the world."
So she stayed.
It had been a lonely house, in spite of
its splendor; for the horror of its wed
ding-night seemed to have settled down
within its walls, and cast a foul shadow
upon every object. He never saw the
fair face of the woman he had wedded,
since he spurned it from him that night,
but he knew that she lived, and that
knowledge was sufficient in itself to
make him wretched.
Nathalie brought her blessings with
her, as he soon learned. There were
nights on nights when he came up the
quiet street, and felt the weight of care
roll from his heart, as the fair face in its
frame of golden hair greeted him from
the window.
There came a time when he found
himself asking : " What would life be
without her? How did I live before
she came? " And following that came
the time when the touch of her warm
fingers upon his own thrilled him from
head to foot, and drove him sick at
heart away from her, with the bitterness
of his life-curse galling him like a chain
of iron upon a gaping, festering wound.
He was again in love. And this time
it was no madinfatuation, but the steady
growth of a love and passion that steals
upon men in their later years and holds
them captive for a lifetime.
He lived with her face before him,
her hand performing a thousand offices
that only a woman's hand csu perform;
and yet he could not speak one word of
love to her.
" You are getting cross and cruel,
guardian," said she one night, as he sat
in his arm-chair, his face turned sullen
ly (so she fancied) toward the window.
You are getting angry and out of pa
tience with me."
She went up quietly, and laid her
hand on his arm.
" Don't be angry with me."
He turned and put his arms around
her and drew her down to his heart.
" Nathalie, darling, you will kill me!
Angry with you! Would to God I was,
for then this misery would not eat and
burn within my heart until I have no
strength to bear it. Oh, child, I love
you, I love you!"
She did not raise her head or move,
but lay there nestling against his heart,
with her soft hands clasping his.
"Nathalie, Nathalle ! ' He pushed
her back from him and held her out at
arm's length. "My God! what have I
one? I, who would have given my
ife to spare you pain. Nathalie, you
Her head drooped and the long lash
es swept her check.
" I love you!"
He dropped her hand and with a groan
started to his feet. She did not speak or
look toward him, and he walked from
the room. Had she given one sign of
emotion she would have conquered and
kept him back '
• but his words had chill
ed and stunned her, and when he pass
ed out she had not power to bid him
st s ay.
,She had not known him when his
great sorrow came upon him ; and liv
e ing here in his quiet home,where every
tongue was dumb upon that subject, and
never going into the tattling world, how
was she to know why he put her so
fiercely away, and left her with such an
agonized face?
From the hour iu which their mutual
confession was spoken, they separated.
The true heart of the woman harbored
no thought of evil, but felt that some
great wrong kept them apart, that was
no fault of his; and his heart, scarred
and withered, now tore open afresh and
bled as he never thought it could after
that first great trjal.
He was going away. She knew it,
although in words lie never !told her.
She knew that he could not bear his
cross with her face above it. and that he
was going, a willing exile, from his
home, until the bitter tide bad passed.
He spoke to her one night at supper,
asking her to give hi,n that evening, fur
he had much to say; and she, knowing
that it was his last at home, readily as
sented.
- - • •
ie
They were in the drawing-room, s
sitting before the glowing grate, he
standing near her, his arm leaning upon
the mantel, when the door abruptly
opened, and a servant thrust in his
head.
''Mr. Trevanion, I - opened_the hal"
door to go out just now, and I found a
woman lying on the steps I brought
her into the hall, but I believe to my soul
she's dead."
She was lying, a limp, draggled and
dirty heap, upon the bright-hued mat.
Her heavy, uncombed hair swept in wet
masses across her face. Trevaniou,
in
his pity, tenderly pushed it back and
gazed into her countenance.
A great cry burst from , him, and he
staggered away.
- Aura! Great heaven, Aura!"
Fur a few moments, silence reigned
broken only by Mark's labored breath.
Then he spoke :
"James, you know who it is. She is
dead, and I can only thank God. But
she must be as tenderly treated as we
can treat her. Take her out, and for
humanity's sake do your best." -
Then he opened the parlor door and
allowed Nathalie to pass in, and when
they were alone he put his arms around
her
Nathalle, love, I am free! That wo
man was my wife, my curse; and look
with tender, forgiving eyes upon me,
when I give from my heart a thankful
prayer for my deliverance, and call you
my wife, my darling:"
Her answer was an uplifting of her
trusting eyes, a silent outstretching of
her hands.
Hours later, they went in together,
and looked upon that face whose living
beauty had cursed him. There was a
crumpled paper in the rigid hand, and
the servants, well knowing for whom it
was intended, had left it there unmo
lested. It was her dying prayer fur
mercy :
" Mark, forgive me. lam dying, as
only sinners die, with a terrible fear of
the hereafter and a fear of your curse.
I wronged you bitterly, but iu poverty,
in sin, in remorse, and at last in death,
are your wrongs avenged. Forgive me,
for God's sake, who forgives even such
as I.''
The ROMIIII Sentinel
When Pompeii was destroyed, there
were many buried in the ruins of it,
who were afterward found in different
situations. There were some found in
deep vaults, as if they had gone there
for security. There were some found
who were in the streets, as if they had
been attempting to make their escape.
There were some found in lofty cham
bers. But where did they find the Ro
man sentinel? They found him stand
ing at the city-gate, with his hand still
grasping his war-weapon, where he had
been placed by his captain ; and there
where the heavens threatened him,
there where the lava-stream rolled, he
stood at his post, and there, after a thou
sand years had passed away, he was
found. So let Christians learn to stand
to their duty, willing to stand at the
post on which their Captain has placed
them, arid they will find that grace will
support and sustain them.
A PERSON walking into the counting
room of the late Mr. C., a wealthy and
shrewd merchant, inquired of the clerk
the rent of a store which his employer
wished to let. The inquirer being satis
fied with the terms, said he would hire
the store •, but the clerk, knowing that
he had failed for a large amount, declin
ed closing the bargain until he saw Mr.
C., who was then absent from the city,
and desired the gentleman to call again.
Upon Mr. C.'s return the clerk inform
ed him of what had been related. "How
much did he fail for" asked Mr. C.—
" About £10,000," was the reply. " And
how much did he pay ?" " Only 10 per
cent, sir." "Let him have the store,
Sam, let him have the store—he's got
money_enough."
Prince Bismarck
A Visit to Ms Estate in POTllleratlia•
His Character and Habits.
The San Francisco Bulletin publishes
a private letter from an English lady
of rank, who accompanied Countess
Bliicher on a visit to Varzin, the coun
try-seat of Prince Bismarck, in conse
quence of ;this unceremonious invita
tion from the Chancellor: "I say, Coun
tess, mind you bring Miss with
you in July. I like girls who have the
frankness to let me know that they
think me an old humbug." The fol
lowing is an extract from this letter:
The rattling noise of the carriage in
the court and the baying of a band of
watch-dogs, brought the Princess von
Bismarck, her daughter, and two maids
in Pomeranian costumes to the door.
In every respect the Princess is in keep
ing with the mansion. She is a lady
on, I should say, the wrong side of six
ty, but fresh and comely withal. Placid
women keep their good looks far into
old age. Have you ever noticed what a
peachy bloom there is in the cheek of
silver-haired Quakeress? Princess von
Bismarck has this becoming bloom.—
She is quite an unpretending person,
both in dress and manners; and does
not give herself any trouble to remind
pebple of her being a great man's
wife. You must not fancy because
of her plain, simple ways that she
is vulgar or unintelligent. As the fash
ion is in her native province, she re
ceived scientific education in girlhood,
and on leaving school, devoted her en
ergies to domestic economy. I wish you
could taste the game she pots, or the
hams that are cured, the sausages that
are manufactured, the cider that is bot
tled, and the fish that is dried under her
superintendence at Varzin. The best
part of the provisions consumed in the
Chancellor's town-house come from his
Pomeranian estate. In the good old
fashioned style, Madame Bismarck has
a bunch of keys hung to her girdle.—
They depend from a gold chatelaine
her husband picked up somewhere
In France. When sitting in the
drawing-room, or superintending the
farm-women at their work, her
knitting-needles are always going.—
Everywhere in the sitting-rooms, in the
bed-rooms, one perceives in knitted
quilts, and curtains, netted macassars,
embroidered pillows, evidences of her
manual skill and housewifely activity.
Being an old friend of the Countess, she
kissed me. When I was introduced she
addressed to me a hearty welcome in
German. Her words had a motherly
ring as she kindly said to her daughter,
"You'll take care to be a good sister to
the fraulein while she is at Varzin."—
Then laughing, she told us that the
Countess (Mlle. Bismarck) was engaged,
but as her "intended" was with her,
she would not be too much occupied in
thinking of him to attend to the visitors,
of whom I learned at dinner there were
no less than 30 in the house when we
arrived.
Coffee was laid in the drawing-room.
But Otto said that would never do. So
he ordered a regular lunch, at which
tea, with thick fresh cream figured.
This repast was a good deal in the na
ture of a Scotch breakfast, for, in addi
tion to cold roast mutton, there were
thin, hard-baked oat-meal scones,
honey, preserves, and a sort of whiskey
distilled from a mixture of barley and
potatoes. The furniture used to be very
plain. But Bismarck has brought back
from France carved oak sideboards,
tables and bahuta, equal to what one
sees in the royal chateau of Pau, and
probably as ancient. Many a Signeu
rial residence in France has contribut
ed to till his roomy Pomeranian schloss
with pleasant riches. Our tea for in
stance, was served in a porcelain ser
vice'taken from the Empress' apart
ments at Compiegne. This service was
manufactured for Marie Antoinette, at
the factory she founded at Bourg-la-
Reins, and it is' quite unique. The
ground is of a canary-yellow, and the
decorative part consists of landscapes,
most exquisitely done in Indian ink.
The Princess Bismarck, with truly
German naivete, says: ' All! you are
admiring those little mugs. They be
longed to that poor Queen of Louis
XVI. My husband bought the whole
lot for a thaler from a soldier. He
(Bismarck) sent me such lovely things
from Versailles! I will show you the
wonderful laces that I am going to have
made up for Leuchen's trousseau. They
were found by Otto In a most beautiful
inlaid wardrobe (which I have placed
in my bed-room at Berlin), in the castle
of the Duchess de Mouchy, that foolish
Emperor's cousin. Mein Gott .' what a
foolish man that Emperor was. I heard
tile Emperor Wilhelm say that the Em
press was also very silly and frivolous,
and that she hated Prussia. But she
was not wicked notwithstanding her
being the tool of Princess Metternich
in provoking the war."
Bismarck came in from fishing while
we were at luncheon. He is a hearty,
hilarious,rough-and-ready sort of a man,
with little culture of any sort, but a mine
of keen mother wit, which best comes
out over a tankard of beer. Without
ceremony he took me at the coffee-stage
of the repast into the hall to show me a
basket full of trout, fresh from a little
noisy brook that runs into the lake on
the garden side of the house. Bismarck
is a patient fisher and a venturesome
hunter. At Varzin, nobody unacquaint
ed with his antecedents, could see in him
the stuff for an astute politician. Yes-
terday, when he was romping with the
gleesome Leuchen, he caught my eye
scanning his massive head and soldierly
countenance. I wanted to see where his
astute genius lay, to find out where his
Machiavellian spirit lurks. "There,"
he cried, "is your English frautein,won
dering that a cloven foot does not show
itself through my jack-boot. Bismarck
and the devil are all one. Isn't it so,
old mother ?" (this was to the princess.)
"What have you got to say about the
hoofs and horns"lf you could only
hear what the Vienna papers are writing
about my pact with Belial, you'd plead
forthwith for a divorce. But, luckily,
you never look at the papers, and there
fore ere in happy ignorance of mycoquet
ries with his Infernal Majesty."
Bismarck's study is situated nil the
ground floor. it has the prosaic, uncom
fortable appearance of en attorney's of
fice. Long-legged desks, break-back,
bolt-upright, hair-cloth chairs and sofas
imported from London. by way of Stet
tin ; brass-handled, endless drawers, all
docketed and numbered ; many maps ;
unsightly, ponderous volumes bound in
calf-skin ; files of letters on a square
table, solid as if made for playing bil
liards, have held their own against the
charming French importations which
embellish the other rooms of the schloss.
We, the visitors, pass our time in riding,
fishing, boating, botanizing, eating,
drinking, singing, and dancing. Small
as the village is, it has its Orpheonist
Society, which sends a brass band to
play every evening in the garden of the
schloss while we are at supper, for we
dine at half-past two and sup at seven.
The farm laborers and their wives and
daughters are allowed often to dance on
a broad quadrille space. The Chancel
lor enjoys the fun, and sometimes orders
beer to be served to the rustic dancers.
I rode this morning in the forest with
Leuchen,Otto and:Count von Luxburg,
a Bavarian nobleman of old family and
large estates, the affianced lover of the
former. We cantered through some
lovely glades, startling as we went along
hares and other kinds of game. The
Count is, naturally, In the army. Every
German nobleman is. But he is a dit
letanti also, swears by Wagner, and
sings sentimental songs exactly like a
tenor of the Italian Opera House. He
is as mild as a moonbeam, and of the
same palecomplexion. Leuchen thinks
him an Apollo disguised in the uniform
of a hussar. For my part, his hair is
too silvery, his eyes are too celestially
blue, and his cheeks of too pure a red
and white to please me. The fiancee
will be the governing power In the
household when she becomes the wife of
Luxburg. She is singularly like the
Chancellor, which is tantamount to say
ing that she has a deep-set, merry eye,
a coarse nose, and a harshly square jaw.
Her fine skin and animated manners
alone preserve her from extreme plain
ness.
Bismarck banishes politics so far as it
is possible from Varzln. Bucher and
Brass, his Secretaries, have orders to
isolate him so far as in their power as
much as they possibly can from the out
er world. Leuchen tells me that the
day on which the telegraphic wire, com
municating between her father's study
and Berlin, brought the news of Bene
detti's rupture with the King of Prus
sia at Ems, he had given orders not
to be pestered with official busi
ness. When Dr. Bucher handed
the telegram to him he was lying on
the bank of the little river `'Nipper,
watching some rooks flying over a rook
ery on the other side. A book which he
had been reading was lying on the moss
beside him. Of all other books in the
world, it was Gessner's Death of Abel.
There were no visitors at the sch/oss, and
the Chancellor and his family were to
dine with the village schoolmaster, the
worthy and erudite Herr Fizervitz, for
whom he entertains esteem and sym
pathy. On glancing over the de
spatch, he started to his feet, and,with
out letting fall a word, rushed to .the
house. Meeting his wife at the door,
he kissed her affectionately, and in
formed her that in half an hour he must
be off to Berlin. " I may not return for
another year. Do you see to the har
vest and everything connected with the
farms, for I must not bestow 'a thought
upon them. War in a few days with
France is certain, and I shall accom
pany the King and Moltke through
the campaign." Next day he met
William and Fritz at Brandenburg on
their way from Coblentz to Berlin,
where they were going to push forward
military preparations.
Eugenie
Sale of the Ex-Empress' Personal Effects
[Perim Correspondence Londou : News.
111 passing by the new galleries of
Louvre, facing the quay, I heard the
tinkle of a bell, and the voice of a crier
inviting the public to come and buy
what remained to be sold of the Empress
Eugenie's personal effects. The auc
tioneer was a self-sufficient sort of com
monplace bourgeois. He did his best to
Jocular at the expense of fallen great
ness. Each article, he seemed to think,
was worth its weight in gold, If only as
a relic. The dresses, laces, shawls, and
mantles had bewr disposed of on a pre
vious day, and Ft was now the turn of
the underclothing and "intimate house
linen" to be liquidated. Pillow-cases of
fine cambric—so tine that one wonders
how they supported elaborate embroid
eries and deep real lace borders—were
hotly contested for by a "petite dame,"
a shabby Jew of the Rue des Victoires,
and a party of buyers belonging, I
should say, to the guarder Breda.
The toweling was endless. Bundle
after bundleof fine Saxony damask nap
kins, all with the E. the crows, the eagle,
the busy Carlovingian bee, and a profu
sion of laurel wreaths, were handed
round the vaulted room to be examined
by bidders and then disposed of. Sonic
breakfast-trible napery, the present of a
king,now Emperor William's first feud
atory, was bought by one of the former
ha/. Thu sof the Salle des Etats. IN got
it cheap. One of the.old gentlemen,who
happened to be deaf, was furious when
he found that he might have had the lot
at 130 f. Ido not know why 'the brok
ers and students were so jocose when
all inside garment was held up by
two dainty little eleevee, and the pub
lic asked to examine it, as a fair spe
cimen of the large bale from which it
was drawn at hazard. American mod
esty cannot bring itself to name this
garment any more than it can to speak
of a shirt. If Paul de Cassagnac were
as good as his oft-repeated oath, he
would have run his sword-cane through
the profane auctioneer's showman, who
held the article in question up to be
scoffed at by the males and admired by
the women. There were peignoirs and
dressing gowns,. clearly furnished by
Chapon, the famous ladies' out-fitter in
the Rue de la Paix, and all wonderfully
elegant, but dusty and somewhat blue
moulded. The stockings of thread,
silk and Shetland wool were of gossa
mer lightness. An infinity of bath
and toilet sponges were knocked down
at a hundred francs. They were
all of the best quality. The little lady
said she would have been the purchaser
if the auctioneer had guaranteed that he
was selling her something which had
actually passed through the Empress'
hands. As for the boots and slippers,
they Justified the eulogiums passed by
MM. Franc and Lockrey in their re
port on Parisian shoemakers. Then
there were, the ladles thought, deli
cious things .in the warof petticoats,
flannel bustles, robes de chambre, sor
ties de bain, and woolen wraps. Some
baby's robes, which, according to the
salesman's legend,belonged to the Prince
Imperial's layette, were bought by a
Russian lady. A snuffy purchaser near
tue shook her head Incredulously at
those belongings of Imperial infancy.
They were sumptuously gotten up, she
admitted, but nothing would convince
her that they did not belong to some
distressed bourgeoise's layette and were
not palmed off by the auctioneer to en
hance their price, as having been worn
by the prince at whose birth, seventeen
years ago, official France went into the
most excessive demonstrations of de
light that ever hailed the advent of a
royal child on our planet.
Webster and Fessenden
Some thirty-five years ago—perhaps
more—Daniel Webster contemplated a
Burney to our Western States and ter
ritories, which he had never visited.
The great statesman felt inclined to
have some talented young man to ac
company him, and in looking over New
England for such a companion, his at
tention was attracted to young Fessen
den, and extended to him an invitation
to travel with him, which was eagerly
accepted. Many a time, says the edi
tor of the Portland Argus, Mr. Fessen
den has spoken to ns of the advantages
and impression of that trip. Mr. Web
ster treated him with great kindness,
and gave him much good advice, which
lie treasured up in his memory. Web
ster told him how hard he bad studied,
and how careful he was in making out
papers when he commenced the prac
tice of law. He said he never let a writ
or other legal document pass from his
hand until he had read it over three
times at least. And he further remark
ed that while many young men were
idling away their time lie was trimming
the midnight lamp.
"Now," said Webster, "I have ac
quired some fame both as a lawyer and
an orator, and have made speeches in
which have occurred
,some figures and
illustrations often quoted, and which
have already passed into mottoes. And
now do you suppose these terse sayings
were made from the spurof the moment?
By no means; they were the result of pre
vious study—and close study, too. Some
of my best illustrations of thought have
been studied and trimmed down when
the fishing rod was in my hands. The
words which so fitly represent Eng
land's power so often quoted and so
much praised, were strung together
while I stood on the American side of
the St. Lawrence river near Niagara
Falls, and heard the British drums
beaten on the Canada side."
Many other statements he made to
young Feesenden, which proved pretty
conclusively that there is no royal road
to learning. Hard work, steady, faith
ful, persevering application, is the only
sure road to either tame or fortune. The
best " natural ability" or qualification
that a young man can possibly possess
is to know how to work well.
Truth the Best Polley.
It is related of a Persian mother, on
giving her son forty pieces of silver as
his portion, that she made him swear
never to tell a lie, and said
"Go my son ; I consign thee to God !
and we shall not meet here again till the
day of judgment."
The youth went away, and the party
he traveled with were assaulted by rob
bers. One fellow asked the boy what he
had and he answered : "Forty dinars
are sewed up In my garments.
The robber laughed, thinking that
the boy jested. Another asked the
same question, and received the same
answer. At last the chief called him,
and asked him what he had. The boy
replied :
• I have told two of your people al
ready that I had forty dinars sewed up
In my clothes."
The chief ordered his clothes to be
ripped open, and the money was found.
And how came you to tell this ?"
" Because," replied the boy," I would
not be false to my mother, to whom I
promised never to tell a lie."
" said the robber, art thou so
mindful of thy duty to thy mother, and
I am insensible at my age of the duty I
owe to God? Give me thy hand, that
I may swear reyentance on it."
He did so and his followers were
struck with the scene.
" You have been our leader in guilt."
they said to the chief, " be the same in
the path of virtue ;" and, taking the
'boy's hand, they took the oath of re
pentance on it.
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Secretary Delano has gone to Hart
ford, Conn., to addresa,the American
Missions ry Association oh the subject
of the Indian policy of the Administra
tion.
Old Ylrglnla Da}•s
Lomax Smith, a barber In the Ex
change, Richmond, is a relic of the
palmy days of Virginia. A writer on
the:Pittsburgh Progress recently sat In
the old gentlentah's chair, to whom old
Smith gossipped about old times ; " A
nice collection of gentlemen, sir," said
Lomax, "this convention at Assembly
Hall ; many very genteeLand able per
sons there, sir. It does - The good .to see
again in Virginia the best people
coming forward to take part iu poli
tics. And, yes sir, there are some great
men here, too, scattered about among
the hundreds . I don't know; but—ex
cuse me, sir, turn your face a little to the
left—you can't remember the conven
tion of '29, can you': Too young ! Yes,
yest ! Well, there was Mr. Jeems Mad
ison, and that other gentleman, very
smart but mighty flighty, Mr. Ran
dolph, of Roanoke, and more than I can
I tell how. You have got big men here
to-day, but bless my soul, sir, they was
all giants then ; there wasn't an hum
ble individual here. Giants, sir, giants,
every one."
And Lomax resirapped his razor,
turned our head gently, and began
again; And how did they come here,
sir! Omnibusses—hacks. Not they!
Private carriages, private servants ; and
every one had a square mahogany box,
with silver mountings; Iu this were
four square bottles, trimmed with vines
and leaves in gold; one held old pine
apple rum, ono brandy and honey—
peach and honey, sir—one sherry and
one Madeira. No whiskey, and no
drinking at bars. The case was in
every delegate's l'ootn, with the key
put away, but—and here .Lomax
thoughtfully and suggestively drew his
razor through the palm of an holiest
hand—their constituents knew where
the key was, sir. Yes, sir! And shav
ing then was fifty cents. No change !
Those were days. Why nothing now
is as good as it was, and I can tell the
reason.
" Ever since 1550, sir, when they got
up this universal suffrage, things have
been going down, down, down. I never
used to shave anybody then that was
nobody ; and now I hardly ever shave
anybody that is anybody. Yes, sir, that
1:-;.50 suffrage commenced the whole
thing, and now nothing is like it used
to be. Why sausage, sir, sausage ! The
old Virginia luxury' Wliat is it now"
It dsed to he made out of the choicest
! pal tof the hog; and now you're lucky
if it is hog at all, and when in It there's
I nothing but gristle and lean." Lomax
drew a long sigh ; we gently rose, and
" declining the change," left the prem.
ices with a convictionWun Lomax was
! more than half-right.
A Spider's Engineering
In 1830, at Newcastle-on -Tyne, !Eng
land, a gentleman boasted to a friend
that he could introduce to him an en
gineer of more wonderful skill than
Robert Stevenson, who bad just made
himself famous by perfecting the rail
way locomotive. In fulfillment of the
boast, he brought a glass tumbler con
taining a little scarlet colored spider
whose beauty, with its bright yellow
nest on a sprig of laurustinus, had In
duced a young lady to pluck it from a
bush where it was growing. When
brought into the house it was placed on
the mantle-piece, and secured by plac
ing a glass over it.
In a very short time this wonderful
little engineer contrived to accomplish
the herculean task of raising the sprig
of laurustinus, a weight several hundred
times greater than Itself, to the upper
part of the glass, and attaching it there
so firmly that after forty years it is still
suspended where it was hung by the
spider.
In the Bible we rend : "The spider,
layeth hold with her hands, and in
kings' palaces ;" but in this glass prison
there was nothing to lay hold of—no peg,
or nail, or beam, on which to fasten its
threads. But in a short time the little
insect had accomplished its task.
It is believed that this kind of spider
always deposits its nests upon trees, and
never upon the ground ; and this may
account for its wonderful effort to raise
the branch to the upper part of the glass.
It may still be seen, dead and dry,
hanging by one of its threads from the
top of Its prison house, with its little
nest upon a leaf of the laurustinus.—
L Journal of Chemistry.
Couldn't Find the Pole
The colored voters in Maryland be
haved with notable propriety and order
in exercising their newly acqu ired rights,
but here and there some droll incidents
occurred, showing that some of them
have not quite got the hang of the new
school-house. One of them, Clem Hill
by name, a hard-working, money-saving
fellow, was seen In Bladensburg on Tues
day last wandering about with a look of
evident discomfiture on his face. When
asked what was the matter, lie replied,
" I'se looking for the pole, rsegwine to
give my frencheyes for Mr. Gary." He
was directed to join the long line of vot
ers who were waiting for their turn, and
finally, when his tunic, lie denounced
the whole •' proceedens a Democratic
humbug." " Dey is no pole here," said
he; "it's nuflin at all but a windo; you
can't fool die citizen with windos.
W ha's de pole?'' Afterdue Instruction
he was persuaded to use the window,
and doubtless deposited through it the
vote which gave Gary his one majority
in Prince George's county.— Washington
Star.
That One Thing
Uncle Peter, who flourishes in the
mountainsof Vermont as a horse-dealer,
was called upon the other day by an
amateur of " equine" who was in search
of something fast The result is told as
follows :
"There," said Uncle Peter, pointing
to animal in the meadow below the
house ; "there, sir, is a mare who would
trot her mile in two minutes and seven
teen seconds were it not for one thing."
" Indeed !" cried his companion.
" Yes," continued Uncle Peter, " she
is four years old this Spring; is in good
condition ; looks well ; is a first-rate
mare ; and she could go a mile in two
seventeen were it not for one thing."
" Well, what is that?"
"That mare," resumed the jockey,
" is in every way a good piece of prop
erty. She has u heavy inane, a switch
tail, trots fair, and yet there is one thing
only why she can't go a mile In two
seventeen."
" What in the Old Harry is it then?''
cried the amateur, impatiently.
"The distance is too great for the
time'" was the old wag's reply.
Seeking Advice
A Georgia correspondent furnishes
the folloviiug:
A country farmer's wife came to me
for advice, saying, " I don't want to do
nothin' wrong, but do you think now
it would be mighty wrong fur me to
take a few ears of 'corn, or some Bich
thing, now and then, and sell It, unbe
knownst to Ben, to get things for my
gals? He (said Ben) wont't 'low noth
in' for the gals. but gives all the chances
for larnin' to the boys, and I do want to
send my little gal to school." I ex
plained to the poor woman that " what
was his'n was been," and according to
law, and inasmuch as she worked hard
er than Ben did, I believed she had a
right. The result was the little girl
went to school, and the big one had
fresh .ribbons on tier hat, and a new
pink dress. I smiled sweetly when I
tried to count the ears of corn it took to
pay the bill, but I said nothing.
Daring lluatcr
Louis Kelley is, pLihaps, the most
daring and successful Indian hunter in
the great West. He travels alone,
fights alone, and wears a turban around
his head when out on the prairie. He
is said to be a graduate of a college, and
halls from Virginia or. South Carolina.
He is about twenty-two years of age,
handsome, well•formed and muscular.
The Indians dread him as much as they
ever did Kit Carson or Daniel Boone.
He never misses his mark. An Indian
is as good as dead th 3 moment he draws
sight on him. He will travel weeks at
a time through hostile Indians and never
express a thought of danger. Kelley is
now on a trip to the headwaters of the
Yellowstone, a:country never yet;visit
ed by any white man. He is alone.—
He has been known to dare a dozen In
dians on the open prairie to fight him in
a body. No Indian will ever get within
reach of his deadly rifle.
The special game-law of Chester coun
ty prohibits the shooting, killing, or
otherwise destroying of, grey squirrels
between the Ist of January and the 15th
of September, and of rabbits between
the Ist of January and the lst of No.
vember. Partridges are not to be killed
at all.
Sunday Reading
" * Kword fitly spoken, how good it Is."—
Rel!glottis the e best armor in the ivorld
but the worst cloak.
Get all You can, save all you can', give
all you can.
The generous heart should scorn a
pleasure which gives others pain.
Sands form the mountains; moments
make the year.
Really to Inform the mind is to cor
rect and enlarge the heart.
No man can be elevated who does not
love something higher and better than
himself;
Wisdom and power, like piety, are
perfected through suffering.
Lose not thy own for the want of ask
ing for It; 'twill give thee no thanks.
If good men are sad, it is not because
they are good, hut because they are not
better. '
A man behind the times is apt to
speak ill of them, on the principle that
nothing looks well from behind.
The whole sum of human virtue may
be reduced to speaking the truth al
way s, and doing good to others.
Merit readily recognizes merit. Cer
tainly he cannot have it who doesn't
know it when he sees it.
Love may exist without jealousy, al
though this is rare; but jealousy may
exist without love, and thi, Is common.
Do not condemn or think hardly of
those who cannot see Just as you see,
or judge it their duty to c mtradict you.
Honest induStry is, after all, man's
only sure dependence for the double
blessing of a contented mind and com
fortable livelihood.
An hour's industry will do more to
produce cheerfulness, suppress evil hor
rors, and retrieve your affairs, than a
month's moaning.
A little philosophy inclineth man's
mind to atheism, but depth of philoso•
phy briugeth onus mind about to reli
gion.
One principal point of good-breeding
Is to suit ourselves to three several de
grees of men—our superior, our equals,
and those below us.
Men's hea^ts ought not to be net
against one another, but set with one
another, and all against the evil thing
only.
The happiness of the human race ill
)yorlii does not conAlgt of our being
void of passions, but In our learning'
, oinniand them.
Church Glennlmp..
Liberia lots the oldest :Methodist wis
slon.
lie Illinois \Vi sieyan uiverslty
students.
The Central Church, lit)StOii, COSI
SIDO 000. It IS out of debt.
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A Baptist Church has bet•u dedicated
Ureelcy, Colorado.
The Presbyterian is the leading ebtireit
Lincoln, Nebraska.
Greenville, Tenn., has never had a
a dist Church until this year.
The Baroness do Rothschild support,
a Jewi.li girls' school iu Jerusalem.
Mr. .101111 Brown, of Philadelphia, has
glven $300,00u to the Presbyterian lios-
ut of eighty-nine parishes Tii l lliuoi.n,
y-eight entlutol a change of pastor-
The total contributions to the Ameri
can Board of Foreign Missions last year
were $429,100,60.
Fifty priests In Hungary intend issu
ing a proclamation est4,46l.iinkg a na
tional church, indepetn . Mut, of Rorie.
The Lutherans have been overtaken
by the WolllllllllloVelllellt, and intend to
have deaconesses and feminine preach
ers.
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The American 'Board of Foreign Mis
sions has 111 ordained missionaries and
bio female assistants and unordained
laborers.
A priest in the south of Italy wrote to
ask for some Protestant books and pro
posed to say n stipulated number of
masses in payment for them.
The churches of the dillbrent denom
inations In Canada propose to observe
the 10th of Novemberasadayof thanks
giving for the abundantacrops.
At the third annual conference of the
British Young Men's Christian Asso
ciation, Mr. Gladstone presided and W.
E. Dodge made a speech.
aAn African Church South recently
expelled a female member on the charge
of being "double-headed," that is, wear
ing a chignon.
The first edition of the Bible ever
printed was printed In Metz, In 1440.
Mr. Lennox, of New York, has one of
the eighteen copies.
The Methodist Church at Springfield,
Ohio, In order to clear otr a debt, open
ed a boarding-house during the State
Fair, and netted $7OO.
Eleven Eplecopal Churches were com
pleted in Dakota and Nebraska last
year, and nine clergymen ordained, of
whom two were Indians.
A minister in Indiana Lecamo mixed
up in laud speculations, and announced
to his congregation that his text would
lie found in " Ht. Paul's Epistle to the
Corinthians, section four, range three,
limed', for Our Lady Bender".
Individuality In dross Is fond to bo the
rarest and cheapest thing in the world.
Very dark blue In cloth, silk and matins
is to be very fashionable for street costumes.
A new style of sleeve buttons are oval,
and open at the side to hold a miniature or
hair.
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All the dresses for Winter wear aro trim
med with fur, and are a very heavy, neatly
material.
White astrachan is very much used for
ladies' dressing gowns, being very strong,
warm and durable.
Beef tea is to be given this Winter be
tween the figures in the German, Instead of
cream and cake as furmorly.
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A new style of necktie for ladies are of
black milk, lined with red pink orilight
blue, with fringe or lace on the edge.
Feathers aro used for dresaing the hair
instead of flowers, and blonde and {fold
powder is also used, the effect by gas-ligli:
being very dazzling.
Largo fancy pins for the hair in the shape
of flowers aro mado of perfumed wood,
and are the latest thing In ornaments.
The fashion in engagements now-a-days
is for the gentleman to give the lady a dia
mond ring and the lady to give the gentle
man a plain gold one.
Roman 81114110.9 and neckties have come
in fashion again, and are specially adapted
to black silk drosses, its they relieve their
sombre and dark look.
Brown, green anti gray felt.bonnets are
very fashionable, and when trim neat with
dark velvet and feathers make a very
effective and stylish bonnoq
The latest novelties in rotors are the
Vendome column and the mhos of Paris.
The former Is a bronze green, and the lat
ter a handsome gray.
People have grown BO extravagant that
nothlng short of point-lace curtains at the
windows and point lace tidies on the hack
of their chairs will satisfy them.
Crepe do-chino lichus, elaborately trim
med with lace and ornamented with small
fancy bows, aro very much worn for din
ner and opera with a plain dark silk dross.
A new style of trimming street dresses is
with largo buckles of Jet or mother of pearl,
which aro placed in the centre of largo bows
up the front and back of theskirt and waist,
and on the sleeves.
A bride who was married last week wore
a dress of white velvet,with throe point-lace
flounces, a:point-lace veil fastened with a
tiara of diamonds, and diamond-necklace
and pendant ear-rings.:
'rho fashionable dress for a gentleman at
a day wedding is the English suit of dark
frock coat, lavender pants, black or white
vest, blue necktie and lavender gloves, for
evening weddings black dress coat and
pantaloons, black or white yest and black
neck tie.
Ladles dress more this year for the opera
and concerts than for many preceding
years. A black silk skirt is the founda
tion of most of the toilettes, and the hair
elegantly dressed, handsome jewelry, and
stylish opera cloak make up a very pretty
and pleasing picture.
A German woman, following the busi
ness of picking from the offal of New
York City such things as rage and bones,
recently died. She had lived in a little
shanty, and seemed to her neighbors to
be a proper object of charity. After her
death and burial, a bank-book was
found In her house showing that she
had deposits in the North River Sav
ings-Bank amounting to $5,000' and
she had also left a will by which this
money goes to a little girl eight years
old, who has been living with her for
some time. This is an opposite extreme
to the extravagance of the age. If we
must say " poor woman !" over the
German rag-picker, what shall we say
over the bedizened butterflies that are
so extravagant and wasteful in life?
Bettor Still
A person in high life once went to
Sir Eardly Wilmot, at the time Lord
Chief Justice of the Court of Common
Pleas, under a feeling of great wrath
and indignation, at a real injury which
he had received from a person high in
the political world, which he was de
termined to resent in the most effectual
manner. After relating the particulars,
he asked Sir Eardly, if he did not think
it would be manly to resent it? "Yes, ,,
said that eminent man, "It will be
manly to resist it; but it will be God
like to forgive it."