The Spider's Lessen. A tyrant is my bonier dwells In Austrian black and gold; Wrought all in silver are his oells, Fine-spun, a thousand lold. His dwelling has no dingy root, Nor dismal underground; The snnlight gilds it slender wool On fragrant bnshes bound. And at his levee, every uiorn, Such brilliants do appear As ne'er in any court were worn By Christian monarch dear. No prison dungeon has this wreWh Whero victims, out ol sight, His cruel jealousy may letch And keep in hopeless night. Tel subtle stratagems he springs On harmless passers-by, Winds his solt silk about their wings. And hangs them np to die. I oame to sweep his work away With awilt, impatient hand; But bore the lesson of tho day He teaches, as I stand. The tyrant lnxniy doth so Our winged souls entwine, And binds us lettered in a show, To mock tho tree sunshine. The sabtile web afar I'll leave Ot flattering deceit; The gorgeous spider shall not weave. His letters for my feet- Hie eye that viows the heavens in lailh, The hand with justioe armed; Can see the snaro that binds to death. And scatter it, unharmed. Julia Ward How*, in Scriiner. DELICIA. She was so exquisitely beautiful, it was actually provoking that there shouldn't be the least romance about her. Waves of pale golden hair rippled away from her pearly forehead, and were gathered Into a superb knot at the back of her head. Such a blue gleamed iu her sweet eyes, such a lovely pink mantled her soft cheek, such a smile parted her ripe mouth, that, well-bred as you might be, you could not have re frained from staring at her; and then, thinkingof strawberries and cream, liave longed for a silver spoon with which t eat ner. But for all this there wasn't the least romance connected with her. Though three-and-twenty, Delicia had never had a lover. She lived in a quiet farm house among the White mountains with her father and mother all the year round. She loved them dearly—was happy with them and her horse, Joan of Arc. Joan was beautiful, high-spirited; and Ddicia, who cared nothing for dancing or flirting, and could neither sing nor play,was passionately fond of borsebaek riding. There was a spirit of pride and daring in her which made her a superb rider, and caused the young men of the very bare neighborhood to call her haughty. The delights of her life were the pine-scented woods, the winter landscapes of ermine MOW and glitter in* ice. the dreamy sweetness of the autumn orchards. At twenty-throe Delicia had been content with an ex istence lived in comparative solitude. Then came a terrible calamity. Her father was killed by a runaway horse, and her mother, frail and unable to en dure the shock, sank slowly but surely until, one mockingly bright, beautiful day. Delicia found herself entirely alone. Outsiders then called her cold, for no one saw her weep. She only trembled so excessively beside the open graves that old Aunt Thnnkful, who had nursed her deud mother, wna obliged to support her to keep her from falling. Otherwise she was composed, only her sweet eyes had a look in them pitiful to see. A change had come over Delieia's serene life; the dear home-love was gone, and the girl's content had gone. With a native courage and reserve pe culiar to her she made no complaint; she asked Aunt Thankful rather wist fully to stay and keep house for her, and HMB turned to her books and horse and maiden meditations. But Delieia's dreams were troubled now. Life's grief had touched her; she knew that sorrow was in the world; she feared the future. The strange, sad summer passed. One fine November day. Bob, the hired man. led Joan of Arc prancing to the door, the side-saddle on tier back. " I have to go to the village, miss, to buy the new mileh cow. I'll not be back till noon. You'll not mind letting Joan stand with the saddle on a little till I come ?" " No," said Delicia, absently. Her beautiful oval cheek was white under her velvet cap. There was a sad ness quite unmistakable in her eyes as she turned Joan's head toward the hill road. Yet who, to have Ven her beautiful, spirited figure Wiping along the uplands, would have divined the rare heart of the heiress of Wheatland*? She did not, perhaps, understand herself, and did not know she had asked her own soul: "Am I to be all my life alone? Will noone rreat and good ever ask me to be his dearly-beloved wife? If not. I shall perish off the face of the earth." Yon must have guessed rarely to have guessed how deepiy ran the still waters of that idyllic life. You would not have guessed it from anything in her perfect proud face as she turned it to ward a passing carriage. The occupants were a bin**-looking man of thirty, per bap#, and a very young aad pretty girl. A single glanoe told the story— that the young girl was toviag aad unhappy: that the man, for soma reason, found her desirable of possession. He had hard black eyes that repelled Delicia. yet the sight of the two seated so closely gave her a vague, painful feeling ef solitude and desoiatisn which not long ago was utterly nnkaown to her. The carriage glittered by, aad Joan loped softly along the woody road, soundless with a thick carpet of pine ttS6dl6S She made a circuit, aad canoe hack to Hie main road. i Suddenly unusual sounds attracted her attention. A crash and violent screams reached her ear, and as she rode forward, a strange sight burst upon her view. The carriage had gone over an em bankment ana was a perfect wreck ; the horses lay prostrate—one of them killed, the other struggling desperately, but unable to rise; and prone beneath the broken vehicle was stretched the sense less body of the dark, handsome man. Over him bent the girl, screaming no longer, but sobbing violently. Delicia slipped from her horse, and was at her side some moments before ! she realized her presence. "Wallace! Wallace! For heaven's sake, speak to nic! You cannot —you cannot be dead? Oh, dear Wallace— see, it is little Alta! Only speak to me!" Then, with a despairing cry, the young girl fell upon the pulseless breast. Tlion, starting to her feet to look about for help apparently, she saw Delicia. "Oh," she gasped, snatching at her arm, "Ix>ok at him! see, is lie dead? The carriage fell {upon him, while I —l am not hurt at all. Oh, heaven, what shall I do?" The white, still face told Delicia that the man at her feet would never breathe again. Hearing wheels, she sprang back into the road, and encountered old David Green and his son, the keepers of the village hotel. Su onioned to view the scene, they disentangled the senseless body, placed it in the carriage, and turned to Delicia for further directions. "Get a doctor immediately that you reach the village, Mr. Green. I will take this young lady home with me, and bring her back to the hotel as Boon as I 1 can put Joan to the phaeton. Gome with me, my poor child—l will take care of you, to the petite, white-fat ed girl; and throwing her riding-skirt more closely over her arm, she led Joan i by a short-cut through the fields, lawk to Wheatlands. By the way she tr'.ed to auestion her companion; but the girl, almost trans ported with grief, made such incoherent replies that she could only learn that she had been riding since the middle of the previous night, that they were on their way to Conway, that they intend, ed to be married there "Were you—were you," said Delicia, gently, in involuntary amaze, " running away from your friends ?" Alta nodded. "From my brother, Guy Vannevur. He did not like Mr. Munroe. Yes, we were to be macried against his will, and now—oh. Wallace, Wallace!" Throwing Joan's bridle over the gate post, Delicia led the trembling girl to the door. It was locked. The key hung in the secret place known only to the family, for Aunt Thankfil had at last executed a piom ise to visit a sick neighbor some quar ter of a mile distant. Bob had not yet returned, for it wanted still an hour till noon. To Delieia's consternation, the un happy girl no sooner entered the warm parlor than she fainted. With the strength of excitement, she lifted her in her arms and bore her into an inner room, where, placing her upon abed, she unfastened her dress, bathed her temples and chafed her hands. At length Alta Vennevar again drew her breath. Passing through the hall to procure a restorative, Delfcia saw a man just in the act of vaulting upon Joan. It was not Bob, though the saddle had been removed and lay upon the ground; it was a man in a ragged coat, evidently a tramp. With n flash in her blue eyes, Delicia stepped hack, and, snatching a silver mounted revolver from a shelf, threw wide the hail-door and fired. The bridle fell from the man's right hand, and Joan—three steps beyond the gate—stooped. To Delieia's surprise, the man in stantly dismounted. and, turning quickly toward her, lifted his hat. " I'am effectually stopped, young lady: but, believe me, I did not intend to steal your horse, ami certainly left nn equiva lent. though now in sorry condition." Bewildered still more by the courteous words and cultured tone, Delicia turned in the direction the stranger pointed with liia left hand, and saw within the yard a dusty buggy and panting horse. " I IUII try ing to overtake ray young sister, who has eloped with a scoundrel, snid the man, who was both young and handsome, "and my horse broke down hopelessly just before I reached your door. Otherwise, in less than an hour 1 should have probably overtaken my sister before she was married and her life ruim-d. So npr the object of my long and desperate drive, I could not he balked of its object for want of a horse. I knocked three times at your door, in tending to beg or hire yours, which I saw, fresh, standing at the gate, but for some reason I couul summon no living being. Knowing tlint my horse was more than equal yours in value, though now almost killed by hard driving. I re solved to take him, and. after overtak ing the man who is running away from mo, to instantly restore your prop>rty to you; but"—with a little hitter laugh— "yon have effectually prevented tlint. I think I am bleeding to death." His voice closed faintly; the blood was spurting from bis wrist. He sank upon the step at her feet. Delieia's cheek grew white, for she knew the danger of that terrible bleed ing. Unless it were slopped, the man would in a few moments be dead. Springing to the side of the now unre sponsive stranger, who seemed unable to utter another word, she snatched her handkerchief from her pocket, and tying it about the wounaed arm, in serted a stick picked from the ground, thus making an effectual ligattfrc. and, to the abatement of her terror, saw the frightful jetsof blood subside. The stranger's white face, the deluge of red blood, the sudden relief from spurring terror, turned Delicia faint. Then she struggled hard against a terri ble reeling sensation, and neld her own. She thought wishfully of the glass of cordial upm the hall table, but her feet refused to stir. Suddenly steps sounded at the gate. To her inexpressible joy and thankful ness, Aunt Thankful and Bob appeared. Delicia explained ft the former, briefly, though her voioe sounded far awav to herself. " Wounded—hurt—bleeding awftilly! Boh, ride for a doctor fast as you can go!" cried the old nurse, instantly in her element. The wounded man was making visi ble efforts to keep from swooning, but when Aunt Thankful had administered a cordial and bathed hia temples in cold water, he rose and walked weakly into Hie bouse, where, at her solicitations, tie stretched himself upon a sofa, and then unexpectedly fainted. "I don't In the least understand who this mania," remarked Aunt Thankful, steadily applying restoratives, " but such a ragged coat and fine shirt I never saw together before. Wanted to hire a horse, did he? What did you shoot him for? Of all strange actions II The driving of the doctor's buggy into the yard stopped her remarks, when Delfcia returned to Alta Vanno var to find her In a wandering delirium. Three strange days were devoted to nursing the invalids. A burning fever made tlie young girl unconscious. Aunt Thankful's charge was con scious, but very weak and silent. In deed, he seemed to himself to be In a dream half full of delights, hut pervaded by a great trouble which he could scarcely name. The radiantly lovely face of Dclicia, the rustle of her drees, the sound of her footsteps pervaded his consciousness like a blessing, while his desperate quest and miaforrtune were only half-realized by him in the bodily weakness and in action of brain caused by excessive loss of blood. " How long have I been here P" Dclicia sat by him, having taken Aunt Thankful's place for a few mo ments, and started from a momentary absence of thought to find Guy Van nevar's eyes fixed piercingly upon her. "This is the fourth day. Are you better ?" " I am notsiek.only in a sort of dream which I cannot wake myself from." "You are very weak. " It was you I saw when I came here, wasn't it ?" "It was I who shot you," replied Delieia. blushing. "I—l remember. Oh, my sister Alta!"—trying to rise upon his elbow. " Ido down, please. You must not exert yourself. I have something to tell you," said Dclicia. " I have been here four days, you say. Good God! what will become of herr" " Drink this coffee and try to bequiet. Alta is safe." "How can you know?" " I have her in my care. Wallace Munroe is dead —aceiaently killed." "And they were not married?" "No." "Thank Gad!" And then he asked: "Are you sure of this?" " Entirely sure." He could talk no longer, but was visi bly better in a few hours. The next day, pale, wasted, but strong, ira simple earnestness, he said, quietly, to Delieia: "How wonderfully beautiful you are!" Something in his eyes kindled hers, and for the first time in her lile Delieia felt within her pure breast the warmth and sweetness of love. Half alarmed by her emotions and the growing power of the beautiful eyes l>ent upon her, she rose frara her place beside him. " You can see Alta to-day, you know if she is better. I will go and see." Alta Vanncvar was better in body, hut suffering in mind. She looked like a living wraith in one of Deliein's long white wrappers, and turned from her brother's kins and sat down in Delicia's lap like a tired child. " Oh, if I could die! I know you love me. Guy; hut you did not love Wallace. And he is dead. oh. Delieia, you understand—you are a woman. I loved him!" Guy Vannevar looked down at the two figures, buried in the great easy chair, the serene woman folding the suffering child to her bosom, and a look Inexpressible filled his soft dark eyes. And Delieia, glancing up, saw it and knew it was for her. I cannot tell you how in a few days these two grew togrthor; hut when Guy Vannevar had told her of his po sition as a gentleman and the son of n gentleman, and discarded his disguise, which had facilitated his pursuit of Wallace Monroe, tlie atmosphere of mystery and suspicion was entirely dis pelled, and as weeks and manth* brought their developments and occurrences, Delieia realized that the prayer of her secret heart was granted—one great and f;ood loved her, and had asked her to he lb dearly beloved wife. All hail come to her—love, romance, marriage and happiness; but to-day scarcely less beautiful than of yore, she will tell you that few women add to their history the experience of having shot their husbands, which is hers. What the Anti->arrinatlonlst* Allege. It is charged In these statements: 1 That several terrible diseases, such as syphilis, cancer, consumption and scrofulous diseases generally are widely scattered and communicated by vacci nation. One vaccinator of twelve years'experience is made to say, "If I had the desire to describe one-third of the victims ruined by vaccination, the blood would stand still in Vnur veins." Another, " I have seen hundreds of chil dren killed by it." A medical journal is quoted as saying that consumption has widely spread since the introduc tion of vaccination: which is very likely also true as regards lawn-mowers and Kdestrian matches. A physician to the indon Cancer hosnital decla s that many of the caat s of cancer treated at that Institution originated with vacci nation! A physician testifies before a parliamentary committee that eleven out of thirteen children whom he had vaccinated became syphilitic. Another declares that a large proportion of ap parently inherited syphilis is really Im parted through vaccination. A large number of eases of various kinds arc cited with full and harrowing details, some of which have lecn subjects of dircussion in medical circles during the past twelve or fourteen years. 8. It is charged that vaccination does not protect It* suhjpot# from small-pox. 11 la pronounced "not only an illusion but a curse to humanity;" " the great eat mistake and delnslon in tlie science of medicine;" " a fanciful illusion In the mind of the discoverer, devoid of scien tific foundation." It states that, out of 88,000 cases of smallpox treated in five liondon hospitals in five years, 17,000 had been vaw lnnted; snd. furthermore, that since mmpulsory vaccination had been established, tlie death rate tram smallpox had more than doubled. Sum, in brief, according to these very valua ble statements, hnvn been the results of vaccination in England, and It is in con trast with thpse statements that the re sults of vaccination as practiced in the •ity of New York are here presented.— Itrpulnr Hrirnrr Monthly* The painter who fell over with biz ladder full of painla stent ('own with colors flybig.— McGregor Newt. Children. Bless their hearts, how dirty they get their facet. A child with a clean lace hasn't hccn absent from its mother's wash-rag five minutes. How pretty the hair of a child looks just alter it has been pasted down where it belongs by a couple quurts of soup suds. The little aprons of childhood, ain't they sweet with their checks of blue and big spots of tawtii P I'lie children's shots, how cunning, with holes in the to< s, run over at the heel, and every button gone off on a tl v. Hut their stockings, wudgctcd in a lit tle wrinkled hunch between plump ankles anil grimy knee*, with "this lit tle pig went to market" wiggling through the raveled tip; ain't they cute? Their little pudgy fists, half the time grinding grief out from their eyes and the rest—well, who doesn't like to tie pounded by a child's weak list? What royal little cooks children are. Mud ties take on more flavor from the loving pats of childhood than any vet eran can produce with the spices of the Indies. What questions a child can hurl at the head of wisdom. It can upset the theology of the world with one effort. How sweet the rosy lipsof children; girl children sometimes retain this sweetness What an indescribable conglomer ation ot sounds a child's voice can pro duce, playing the most heart-rending havoc witli the nerve-cords of grown-up humanity. The glories of children's laughter. It is infectious as the measles, breaking in spotsnll through the neighborhood. The wonderland children all dwell in; wouldn't you like to live it over again, and have perennial fri-shnesscon stantly with you? Perhaps it is. Those childhood dreams, rooted in overplaying and overeating, but blos som under the guardianship of angels. These celestial beings must have curious fun crowding comical fancies into little brains. flow wopsical a child can get the bed clothes. A lexaiidcr himself never could have cut the Gordian knot, if it had been a twisted sheet around a sleeping child's curled-up form. No diamond ever dug from the deepest mine can show the luster in aclmd's eye, that round, wondering opal of brightness. Perhaps children's are peeping through the cracks of the "pearly gates." How lovingly the little arms of child hood twine al>out your neck and leave a nice hit of bread and butter on your coat collar. How tenderly children nestle into your lap, swing their feet and rap your shins with their little boot-heels. How pleasant children are at the table; how deliriously wrong side up do they go through the hill of fare. Pud ding first, with a grand finale of bread and butter—with sugar on it. How remarkably quick children learn —what you don't want them to. The inmost secrets of the household they re tail from the woodshed roof. Then you feel around for the sensitive nart ot their pyttem and blister the flat ol your hand. The man or woman who has mover loved, hugged, kissed, played with, lis tened to, told stories to. or thorougly spanked a child, has missed the cardinal joys of life.—AYtc llnvert Register. Running Aamrk. During a recent Mohammedan festival at Kandahar, capital of Southern Afghanistan, a number of mounted Chassis, as they are named, ran amurk through the ltrillsh camp. General Tyler and-sereral British soldiers were wounded, and four of the Chaz.s were silled. Running amuck is one of the terrors of the East, hut it is far leas common than it formerly was. Origin ally a Malay ru.-tom, it lias extended to other countries in which the Moham medan creed is prevalent. The word nmurJe is a corruption of otnoak . Javan ese, to kill, and the thing is simply a miscellaneous, indiscriminate killing. The natives of those Eastern lands le oomo from long continued excessive use of opium ferociously frantic, and their frenzy is often intensified by religious fanaticism. Then, alwolutely mad, they rush into the streets —frequently nude— cursing, biting and stabbing, with a knife which they always carry, whom soever they encounter. They lire dread ful to see, and still more dreadful to inept. They look like animated, very animated corpses, their features being pinched and sharpened, their skin drawn like parchment, their eyes glittering with fierce insanity, ana their energy bent on slaughter. As many as forty persons have been killed by them betorc they cjuld lie overcome. Their appear ance is the signal for general alarm. Everybody seizes the first weapon he can reach, and sallies forth to hunt down and exterminate the common foe. Of course, there fs no reasoning with them, no way of intimidating them. They must be killed for the general safety, and they are killed as soon as possible. Ing spears used to be em ployed altogether as weapons against them—and they an- still employed— being thrown at or thrust into them until they expire. Fire-arms are now the offensive weapons when these are safe; but, in the narrow, crowded streets of the F.nst. this is not often the caae. Nothing is so formidable as an aninek-runner, and it is not strange that he is mercilessly slain. The Malays, owing to their ferocity, treachery and daring, arc the most dreaded of all, especially when armed with the dagger, or creese, their native weapon, with which they have a deadly skill, and which makes a terrible and very danger jus wound. A European or A merman who has seen an amuck is very apt to remember it. The Fanner as a Citizen. Judge George, of Htarkville, Miss, speaking of the farmer as a citizen, says: I think tlie influence of agri culturists ought to be Increased In pub- He affairs. I would not like to see a legislature eompascd ex'lulsvely of farmers and mechanics, nor would it be for the public, good that there should b'Bo representatives of these interests In that hody. There should be in every legislature men skilled in the laws of the Blate; their ought also to be there an Influential body of men connected with the lending industries of the State, familiar witli the wants and wishes of the great mass of the people. If they should draft no laws. If they should In augurate no new and untried policies, still there would he that in the very at mosphere in which such a b dy ol men move which will influence beneficially the action of the legislature." TIMELY TOl'lf*. The accident on the Tay bridge in Scotland by which many people lost their lives and none were left to toll tl e talc of the disaster, i# the most dreadful known in the annals of railroad travel. It i# no use to speculate whether hum an foresight could have prevented the calam ity, says theN"w York (Ifuvtnpion, but, with the thrill of horror which it flashes through the world, will be forcibly re cal."n don Truth says that lie left personal property valued at more than $10,000,000. and that though eccentric he was certainly a model landowner. From the time of his siieeesaion U the dukedom he de voted himself to the improvement of his immense estates, and properties in all respects in better order could nowhere lie found. Schools, eliurclics, form buildings and colleges, he wa-> ready to build ail on the most approved prin ciples. wherever they were required; and hia draining, planting and road making undertakings were invariably on the m*t liberal scale, lie made Welbeck one of the most perfect aliodes conceivable. He certainly was a prac tical benefactor to tbc working classes, as for many years be kept hundreds of hands regularly employed at high wages. An electrician of Virginia (Ncv.) as serts fhat the engine* on the ConisUx k in the mere act of running generate suf ficient electricity to not only light all the mines hut also the whole town, pro vided such engines were so insulated that the electricity could be stored up and J'-ilizrd. There is a good deal of elceUi ii disturbance to no observed about iie machinery of mills. Where there are large rubber belts running, wh< the liana is held near one of them, steady and beautiful streams of elec tricity arc to be seen. Three do not pass from the belt to the hand, hut from the hand to the belt. It is rather a strange tiling lo see astream of fire dart ing from the end of every finger on one's hand without feeling the slightest sen sation ; yet it is res! Srs. and would blow up a powerful magaxine as readily as would a spark struck by flint ud steel. The taxing district of Mom phis is curs ed with a large number of decayed and broken wooden pavement*. The Aua latfhe of that city, in speaking of the effect of those pavements on the health of residents, says: Until the era of wooden pavements Memphis Was a healthy city. The enormous filth ao* cumulation of years in the vaults hast however, become the greatest disc**# breeding factor. W liil<> u,# vault* going through the process of extinguish merit, the wooden pavements, the ' nuisance in rank, must rot be forgotten The wooden pavement Im darned t/ destruction. Another summer's will never" shine down on that i DtUM 7# death dealing. rotten wood T1,,,; must bo no " if#" or " buts." Better L be without any pavement# t| mn lonaei to tolerate it. It was a pardonable „*j. take to construct a wooden pavement „ tin# Nontheru climate, and now lite doctors' mistake#, it should be ~,/t ~7,, of sight a# soon a possible. The Danes are beginning to tnnnifc t uneasiness as to the fate which await* their country. They anticipate ,„. ir £ sliced up at no distant date /or the i m mediate benefit of I'russia and Swede*' As Denmark can no longer defend tta communications bet wen Jutland in# the islands by the superiority of |,< T fleet, JUS was the earn- during the form. r wars with Germany, it ha# been decided on principle not to defend Jutland and tir island of Fuhcn, but to concentrate the whole defense of the country on tl < island of Seal and, where the greater part of the resources of the nation'are centered. The population of Cop< n1,.-ig, n are said to Ik* profoundly impressed vr'jo. llie conviction that at the first gives opportunity Prussia intend# to oe.-uev Denmark, keeping a# lier share of the spoil the peninsula of Jutland and tl,# island of Fuhnen, while Reaiand and the surrounding island# are to revert t, Sweden. This would be tantamount to the final division of Denmark, begun fn 181. r by uniting Norway to Sw4 by the occupation of t be d uchies of B