A POETICAL ALPHABET. Tte A B C'l of More Thou o Score ot Foota. Ah! well! for us oil some awcel hope* lies Deeply buried from human eyes. —J. V. Whittier. Brook, break, break. At tho foot ol thy crags, oh, sea! But tho tender grace ola day that is dead Will never come back to nie. Tennyton. Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and lair ones—come and buy; If so be you ask mo where Tliey grow, I answer, there, Wherd my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, or cherry isle. —Htrrick. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will plcdgo with mine; ®r leave a kiss within tho cup, Aad I'll not look lor wine. Btn Jon ton. K'en suoh is time—which takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pass us but with eurth and dast. —Sir Waller Raleigh. Farewell, lite! my senses swim, And the world is growing dim; Thronging shadows crowd the light, Like the advent ol the night. Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor chill, .Strong the earthy odor grows, I smell the mold above tho rose. _ —r. Hood. Uolden slumbers kiss you eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise, Sleep, pretty wantons; do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby— Rock them, rock them, lullaby. % Thomat Dekker. He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man, and bird, and beast, He prayeth best who loveth best Ail things l)oth great and small; For the dear God who loveth us. He made and loveth all. Coleridge. I cannot make him dead; His lair suns) iny head Is ever bounding round my study chair; Yet when iny eves, now dim With tears. I tui n to him, fhAvision vanishes—he is not there! —John Pierpont. Jennie kiss'd me when wo mot, Jumping Irom the chair she sat in Time, you thiol! who love to got Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad; Say that health ami wealth have missed me; tfay I'm growing old, but add— Jennie kiss'd me. Leigh Hunt. King Death was a rare old lellow! He sat where no san could shine; And he lilted his hands so yellow And poured ont bis coal-black wine. Hurrah' for coal-black wine! Barry Cornigtll. Isle glides away, Lorenzo! like a brook; For ever changing, unpcrceivod the change; In the same brook none ever hut bed him twice; lo the same lile none ever twice awoke. Vt, call the brook the same; the Mine we think Our lile, though still more rapid in its flow. Young. My days are in the yellow leal, The flowers and Irnits ol love are gone; l*he worm, the canker, and Ihe griel, Are mine alone. —Byron. Nothing resting in i's own completeness Can have worth er beauty; but alone Because it leads and tends to farther sweetness, Fuller, higher, deeper than its own. Lile is only bright when it proeeedetb Toward a truer, deeper life above. —A. Proctor. Oh! why should the spirit ol mortal be proud ? Like a fust flitting meteor, a last flying cloud, A flash ol tho lightning, a break ol tho wave, He pnsseth Irom lile to his rest in the grave. William Knox. Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Sonic heart |nc pregnant with celestial Arc; Hands that the rod ol empire might have swayed, Or wuked to ecstaey tho living lyre. Thomat dray. Quoth I, " Here's Christinas come again, And 1 no larthing richer!" 1 line answered, "Ah, the old, old strain! I prithee paw the pitcher; Wbv measure all your good in gold ? No rope of mud is weaker, lis bard to get, 'tis hard to hold; Come, lad, All up your beaker." —Mark Lemon. Remorseless time! Fierce spirit ot the; glass and scythe, what power Can stay him in hie silent eonrse, or melt , His iron heart to pity T —O. D. Prentice. Bad is our youth, lor it is ever going, Crumbling away beneath our very fret; •Sail is our tile, for onward it is flowing Lb currant unpenseivad, became so fleet. —Aubrey Ift Vere. Then unrelenting past! Btrong are the barriers around thy dark domain, And letters, sore and tut, Hold all that enter thy (inbreathing reign. W. C. Bryant. Uiitorti.nate man that I am! I've never a client but griel; TV case is, I've no ease at all; Aad in hriel, I've ne'er had a briol. —Sate. Vital apart Iheavonly flame, Quit, oh quit, this mortal Irntnn ? Ceaae, iond nature, cease thy atrile, And let me languish into lile! - P pi. Which I wish to remark— And my language is plain— That lor ways that nre dart, And lor tricks that arc vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar, Whioh the same 1 would rise to explain. —Brtl Harle. Xcellent wrotoh! perdition catch my soul, But I do love thoo. —Shaketprare. Yet who plucks me? No one mourns— I have lived my season out— And now die ol my own thorns Whioh I could not live without. Sweet, be merry! how the light Comes and goes! II tt he night, Keep the oandles in my sight. —E. B. Browning. Zeal and obedienoo be still your grace. a—Shukctpenre. "Paul Dubois' Runaway Daughter. Linette had the blues. Nothing new for Linette, one might say; but these were the bluest kind of blues. Not n ray ol sunshine to be found in sky or room, or in Line tie's lace or thoughts. "One month's rent unpaid," she be gan, " another coming due in a few days. No coal, no wood, no money," and she fairly broke down as she finished sum ming up her troubles. Little ills she could and did bear with patience and i fortitude; but these matters were too grave to laugh over and c harm away by very lightheartedness While her work lasted, Linette had faced the hardships of her life bravely enough Now, with idle hands and hungry lips, she had grown desperate with want. Crying stili. she began collecting her few pour clothes, after pausing to wipe away the blind'ng tears, and sobbing out pitifully: "Oh! to think of my ever going into 11 pawn shop!" She was still intent on her task, when a sharp rap sounded on her door. At her summons it opened, and her eyes were quickly dried in her wonder at the unlooked-lor visitor. Elegant fur man tles and French bonnets came so seldom within range of Linette's bright eyes, that for a moment she saw only these, but quickly transferred her attention to the wondrous beauty of the lady's face. Blanche Carlson wits unprepared for the girlish face gazing at her, with wide wet eyes, and looked about at the bare, poverty-stricken room, with some little curiosity, as she advanced, and referring to a printed scrap of paper in her hand, spoke: "You advertised for a place as lady's maid ? Mary Judson, I think, are you not ?" " No, Madame, Mary Judson lives on the floor above. I did not at vertise." "Oh, indeed, I beg your pardon!" and Mrs. Carlson moved toward th. door, pausing as the girl began to speak hurriedly. "Would I suit you ? I ran dmss hair perfectly and know nil the duties of a maid. Do try me. I can give you reference as to character, indeed f can. I am so poor—and so hungry !" and Linette's tears welled over again. Mrs. Carlson, alt)fr>ugh not an impul sive woman, retained enough of youili and enthusiasm to sympathize readily with forlorn beauty; and Linette, coax ing and entreating, was even more win ning than in any other of her ever changing moods. Her fair, curly hair, with its wonderful tints ol gold and bronze, served to heighten the impres sion of childlike-asking for love nnd protection made by her wide blue eyes, heavy with tears. A few questions, answered as earnestly and satisfactorily, arid Linette found liereeif again alone, hut with widely different feelings. First of all. something to eat; and Linette ran lightly down the rickctty stairs, out into the narrow street, nnd along to the underground hake shop where poor old humpback Joe displayed his modest sign of "Eating-House." The steps leading down were icy and slippery, hut the girl only closed her hand the tighter over the pi eeious silver it held, and bursting in through the door as willfully as a sunbeam will fall into a dreary prison-cell if only the keeper's hack ho turned. Scantily lighted, fur nished only with a counter running half way hack and a few tables and chairs, there was yet a suggestion of warmth and comfort in the great red-hot stove and the atmosphere reeking with the fumes of an immense pot of soup. " Hey! girl, come easy! come easy!" and Joe's ragged gray hair appeared above the counter. Shaking himself as one sees a huge mastiff do after a rest, he continued: " You'll break the door, slammin' it so hard—and the dishes, maybe! And what do you want, any way P" ' " There, Joe," answered Linette, who was already peering curiously into the soup-pot, and warming her numbed hands. "There, Joe,stop growling, and look at that. A whole quarter, and I mean to eat every cent of it." Nothing daunted by this threat, Joe bit it, eyed it, sent it spinning on the counter, nnd tinariy thrust it down into his capacious pocket, shaking himselt again with an inarticulate growl. Linette only waited, spoon in hand, for him to set a ioaf. a put of butter and bowl ol steaming soup before her—to commence eating with evident relish and satisfaction. Joe swung himself up on the edge ola table, and watched her curiously as she ate. Several times he took the money out, and set his great teeth in it as though to help himself to a solution ola knotty problem. His misshapen figure, ferocious-look ing head, and huge, long hands, had nothing repulsive tor Linette. Once or twice she nodded cheerily, and once wafted him a kiss with the tip of her spoon. Suddenly, he flung the money down on the table before her, and lean ing forward, so that the flickering lamp threw its light full in his face, spoke harshly but with evident agitation in his voice: " liook here, IJnette. Whm did yon s't it—and them others in yonr pocketP ou've been out of work and nigh to starvin'. Have they took you on again P Did you get it honest, or have you gone the way of other girls with a bad man to help you onP" "No, Joe," came the answer, accom panied by a glance as fearlessaa his own. "A woman's hand placed it in mine;" and she told him of the afternoon's visi tor, adding: "And, Joe, it was just starvation I had com* to. The last tnor iel of food 1 touched at this very table last night. 1 told her fairly that I was hungry, and you should have seen the pity and horror In her face. She did not ask my Inst name, and I told her noth ing. If this is a help to me. dear Joe, you will be the first who shall know of It. If evcrl am myself again, you shall ilvo witli me, Joe." Ix)ng alter she had led him Joe kept nodding solemnly, evidently keeping time with his thoughts, and ever and again staring at the hit of money. He had even fewer words than usual for his customers; and linally one, less gloomy nnd taciturn than tlie average, called out to him as lie buttoned his eoat and pre pared to face the bitter wind • " Did you steal that quarter, Joe? or are you thinking of saving it for your f;irl?" and Joe heard his gruff laugh as ic stumbled up the stairs. it. A sitting-room, bright and warm, cheery and enticing enough to tempt a wandering god to leave Ills high Olym pus and yearn for mortality. Fit god dess for such a shrine was Blanche Carl son, reclining in a great chair, screen ing her face from the heat of the burn ing logs witli a silken toy-banner, and looking the incarnation of all the do mestic virtues. Her robe of grey-hucd satin, cutjlow in front, revealed the ex quisite contour of her throat through the dainty lace; and from the wealth of braided hair to the tiny foot nestling in its cushion, she looked " the picture of a mind at ease." The hnndsome man standing just at her side felt his heart wiirm and heat the faster, as it had many times done in her sweet presence. For a while there was silence. Steady, concentrated thought well became the fine, clear-cut fa**; and Guy Carlson was not one to hurry his pleasures. He was one who could wait for the blossoming of an aloe, and who would not weary of an hun dred years! At last, with an evident effort, she threw off thought and lifted her eyes to his with a glance so tender and witching that it drew him to her in stantly. "One kiss!" and he bent his head to ?;ivcthe welcome caress. " What magic ias held your thoughts so fast that you have had neither look nor word for poor me?" "Poor you? You are spoiled- Ipe you too much," came the answer, give witli eyes and mouth fairly dazzling in their merry, coquettish love. With a soft, happy laugh lie caught her up and pillowed her head on his arm, drinking in deep draughts of the love-light that only himself knew slept in those won drous eyes. Then, standing with sup porting arm and tender touch on her soft hair, he renewed Ids question. ' But of what were you thinking, darling?" "Oil, I had forgotton. I was think ing of Dinette." "Dinette, your maid?" raising his eyebrows a little in astonishment, yet content to talk on any subject that in terested her. "Yes, Guy, my maid. She is an enigma to me. Don't laugh when I tell you that she is one of the most perfect ladies I ever met. What puzzles me is not the fact itself—of that I am assured —hut whether it is natural or artificial. Is it instinct that tells her everything a lady wants done—the nicest way of do ing it, and, while she performs her duties unerringly, keeps her above and aloof from the other servants ?" " You are not in the habit of studying your servants," and iiis nmuscmcnt was betrayed by laughing eyes looking into hers. " To-day, ' site resumed, " I gave her a piece f torn music to sew. It was a difficult concerto of Schubert's. After a few moments I chanced to look up from my book, and she was sitting with the niusic open before her, intently reading. If you ever saw a person rending, whose whole intellect seemed •■onccnf rated on the hook, you know how she looked. I did not let her see that I noticed her. That girl plays, and plays well, I am sure of it." Guy kissed her on brow and cheek and lips. before he answered : " What an enthusiastic little woman! I do believe that you have a princess in disguise. Will that content you* Sit here and dream your pretty fancies all you will. lam going eat—only for an hour. Good-bye for so iong." in. The woman he left lay back in her chair, content to bequietnnd alone with her happy thoughts. The idolised sweet heart of a loving husband, with youth beauty and wealth all her own. she literally knew neither sorrow nor trou ble. The opening door roused her; and Lin -tie came to the fire, replenishing it. drawing the eurtains yet closer and ar ranging the dainty supper table at her mistress' right band. " ■ l,O " ot Linette. Mr. Carison will not lie here for tea for an hour yet." Again there wa-s silence in the room Linette, with her hands loosely clasped Iwfore her, looked down into the hot eoals. Again Blanche noticed the con trast between the haughty poise of her head, and the tiny lace cap betokening servitude. Her hands, too, were strangely white and shapely for n work ingwomnnV. .fust as she had reached this thought a man servant entered, I waring a eard. "Mr. Paul Dfiliois—Linette, go to him, and say that I beg to be excused this evening, hut will go to his studio to morrow Why, wliat is the mat terP for the girl stood flushing and paling, and. for the first time since she had entered thr hotiw, her coropoaur* entirely gone. At a sign the man with drew, and Mrs. Carlson turned again to Linette. '* Why do you not goP" "Oh, madam. I— cannot .James take the message ? I beg—" " And if I insistP" "l-mustreftise." Mrs. Carlson rang the tiny bell on the tea-table; and, when the man reap peared, repeated her message to him When the door closed after him, Linettc spoke with furred calmness: " You wish me to leave, I suppose?" * do " ol know what I want, Cinette. lam angry, and in most rases would dismiss a servant at once who disobeyed me. You are young, alone, and. I own, heautiftil. I cannot send you away without a chance to explain what seems to me utterly inexplicable. I give it to you now." . Because—he is my father!" And as she spoke the altitude of humility dropped from her, as a folding-wrap loosed from a beautiful woman discloses charms of form and carriage before un dreamt of. She raised her head proudly and met the eyes whose changing ex pression betrayed doubt, distrust and admiration in quick succession. " Now that I have spoken It is due to him. as well as to myself, that I should tell you all." Mrs. Carlson resumed her chair and listened intently to the story IJnette so e;igcrly related t " My mother lias been dead for many yiars. I had spent nearly all my life in a convent-home in France until two years since, when my father came for me and brought me to America. Witli us came a nephew of his, Kdouard Mo quin, who, although very attractive and greatly beloved by my father, I be lieved utterly unprincipled. He was determined to me.ry me, not for myself but for my fortune. My father favored his suit. I was growing to love my father, who in all but name had been a total stranger to me when I left France; hut every advance was met by attempts to induce me to marry Edouard, Irri tated linally by my continued resist ance, lie used threat! -nd finally did attempt to confine m -o my room. I loathed Edouard. His every word and look I viewed with distrust, and my indignation at my treatment was un bounded. Ido not, looking at the mat ter as sorrow and much thought have made me see it, blame my father as I did. You know in France children's wishes are little thought of in these matters, and he considered me bound to abide by his decision. It was hard to see the cherished scheme of years frus trated by what lie called girlish ob stinacy ; hut I was hasty and passion ate, and fled at the first chance, seeking refuge with a sometime-servant, who hail won my confidence in the few times he had come to visit his old master's daughter. I iiave known much of want and distress, hut have never once I dreamed of returning to brave my father's indignation and Edouard's re- I newed addresses." "Something of this I have heard from | Mr. Dubois himßelf," said Mrs. Carlson, when she had concluded. " You were too hasty. Dinette. Very soon after you disappeared, and while your father was searching for you in every direction, Edouard went hack to France, effect ually curing Mr. Dubois of all liking for liim by taking everything fie could in any way convert into cash, your I mother's jewels included. Every time I go to fiim he speaks of you—often with tears—and of tiis unceasing efforts to find you. Well, Guy. what wraith have you seen?"—for Mr. Carlson had entered the room and was standing trans fixed with amazement at seeing his wife Rtandirg with one arm thrown around the waist of her waiting-maid, whose | face liore traces of tears. This amaze ment was not lessened by Blanche, with elaborate courtesy, introducing: " Mr. Paul Dubois' runaway daugh ter." IV. Paul Dubois paced his studio im patiently. Lady sitters were getting to he a nuisance to him. In his youth he had been glad to add fame to his two rich gifts of wealth and manly beauty, | and lie had always painted more or less; hut with advancing years lie felt it more of a task than a pleasure, and the habitual unpunctuality of women was his constant theme of discourse. "The very last woman I will paint!" tie Jgrowlrd, sending a footstool out of his way witli great violence. Suddenly lie paused before a covered.ease), anil, removing the cloth, stood wrapped in thought before Dinette as we first saw her— haif crying, entreating, with her yellow hair all tumoled curls, her eyes wide and tearful, and looking the in carnation of spoiled childish loveliness caught in some naughtiness, and divided between dismay, remorse and a desire to laugh. A slight sound caused him to turn. Two ladies stood near him—one iiis re creant sitter, the other the original of the picture—color, j>osc an I expression. But the pictured fnco did not change and bright* n as did the one on which a father s kisses fell warm and fast. Blanche Carlson looked long at the pie turc, and recalled the nttie-room where ; first she had seen that look. She was thinking of the wonderful chnnge from i Dinette the waiting-maid to Dinette 1 Dulaiis, mistress of a lovely liome and a father's doting affectioq.— lirookiyn j Magazine. Cannibal Dm, Cannibalism lias lately pressed its claims on public attention in a variety of shapes, says the New York Sun. In fhe first place came the war of King Amnehree, with apowerful vassal, Will Broid, on the west coast of Africa, near the equator, at the delta of the Niger. There, after a battle, the survivors | feasted on the killed, and the prisoners, to the number of about two hundred, it I being the most profuse banquet of the sort known in that region for years. , Then came the case of the Indian canni bnl. Swift Runner, executed the other day at Fort Saskatchewan, after having kil.ed and eaten successively his mot tier, his wile and his seven children. Then ] occurred the mention by Mr. Bell, of ; the cannibal witch in the East Indies, who devoured her son, assisted in the task by two other members of her sex. Finally we have the three natives of the Marquesas islands who lately visited San Francisco ns n part of the crew of Jte French gunboat Damothe Piquet. They were of large suture, with regu lar features, finely tattooed, and with full, soft, expressive eyes; they were man caters. The crew of this gunboat \ had a yea t before discovered the hodiei, of twelve captured Frenchmen prepared for eating, on the island of New Cale donia I iiis is the description whioh the San Francisco Call gave of the affair:! "Tliev effected a landing at a point where the train had been captured, and surprised the savages while about to feast upon the bodies of the captured Frenchmen. The would-be banqueters fled at their approach, but were pur sued. and fifteen of them killed. The scene upon the beach. Captain Bienaimc says, where they landed, was sickening in the extreme. But while there has been of late, by a singular coincidence, rather a run of canniha'istic news, these bad practices are, in general, rapidly running out. Be fore long they will cease altogether, for civilization is extending, ana in civil ized life, though men devour each other, they do not do so physically and liter ally. Have the Rags. The price of paper has been advanced heavily all over the countrv. If the price is maintained the public will be compelled to pay more for their news papers. Many daily and weekly papers have already increased their subscrip tion price. The advance in paper can bo stopped If the people will save and sell their old paper and rags. Three months'saving of rags and old paper by the entire popu lation. and selling them in the markets, would check the advance in pnper. Every newspaper in the land should Appeal to the people In this matter. And they should also economise in the con sumption ns much as possible. Small Dividends on Crime. The income of a thieving life is so small and precarious compared witii the pains taken to secure it, that one won ders that thieves do not abandon the occupation in discouragement. One of them recently arrested in New York, described in minute detail to a reporter the whole prrtrtlK lw the Nt. Uwrtnec Klver h> •n f■•••>>■ r Man-Far from Nhorc i„ Terrible i.la-A Ferllou. Wlrtwlo, * Advenlnre. r A letter from Clayton, N. y New York Hun say* ■ George Perm, on..' of the survivor* of the party caught or, breaking ice on the St. Lawrence river while crowing from Gun anoquc to Grind j stone island, tell* the following storv | of tiie night's adventure: At 3:31) i. M. I started from Gnna noquc for Watertown, byway of Grind j stone island, with the following part I of farmers, who came over in the for. noon on the ice witij a team and sleigh ■ and made the crossing without difli I culty: Eli Stetson, and diaries K.-nda | George Cummings, William Kusho, li.-'W I and Eimcr Calhoun. David Garwood I/ewis Kittic and Willard Hohinson' We had grist in the sleigh, and had no trouble until we reached the middle ! of the channel, wliere we found tic- j< < j shaky, and detaching the horses w< them separately and pushed the sleigli by hand. Soon one of the horses went j through, and in his struggles hrok<- ur j tiie ice for alxiut one hundred feet be. j fore we got him landed. Seeing ] ja t i our weight was too great for the ice w . ' separated, and also vx.n found we h r ,d j lost our course and were heading above ; the island toward open water. Cum | mings, Robinson and mysell stayed t h 1 tried to save himself. I found a euk<- big enough to sustain me j n a kneeling ! position, and Cummings and Robinson | got on another. We consulted, and I | told Robinson I should go no further. : He said be would try and g.-t ashore and get a boat, and he stripped of! his ' coat and boots and plunged into tlx open water. He swam about a hundred feet and crawled out on tiie ice and . j lost sight of him. I should think I r<- maineo on mv knees about two hour? wlien the ice broke to pieces under me! and again I was in the water ar.d chil.ed to the marrow Tiie moon had come out, and I paddled to I lie cak< on whi 1 Cummings SUKXI. and which I found to ; be aix.ut twenty feet square and some t five inches thick. 1 found the poor fellow was losing his rnind and perish ing. He was thinly clad, so I took my overcoat off and wrapped it around him and got on the windward side to protect j him from the gale. To add to my - tijit. I tola him to look, lmlp was com | ing! He turned liis eyes ind exclaimed " See-! see! Tlierc is one. two. three, eleven boats eouiing for us!" H was j insane. I told liini to cheer up. they would be here shortly. He became un | manageable, broke away from m> ..-aid ; he was going ashore, and walk- d off the . edge of the ice. 1 caught him bv the j hg. but my hands were numb, and be fore I could raise hint lie gave a violent kick, broke my hold and went down. I was lying flat on the ice, and 1 watched for him to come up, but nothing but a few bubbles arose. I wa now alone f and supposed til whole party had per ' ished and that such would be my fate, ton. The lights bad disappeared, but I found ray cake had drifted against shore ice and was ncd moving much, hut those around me were crashing and hreals ing and I feared to tru*t myself upon Ihein. I thought I would oi. .in hopes I might be heard. I did so ov era] times. After w.Jtinc. it s< nrd to me an age. I saw a light moving on the shore, and I '-ailed again. I wn- an swered by William Kusho. who had land'-d and was going to the barn to take care of his horses. He got a boat and some men and tlicv pushed thr '.teh ( the ice out to me. I was rescued at half-past twelve, having been on tlie i f nine hour*, six and a half of it on float ing ice. Hohinson reached tin- short *0 weak that lie could scarcely crawh He was unable to give any account of w! at I iiad happened. Tile rest of the party, who took a different course, got ashore without dirticulty and saved the tiaras j besides. Sending Patients Away. Apropos of the journey from Csnti's to St. Petersburg of the invalid Empress of Russia, who lias gone liome in mid winter for fear of dying away from iter family, a distinguished Vienna p!i\-i --cian publishes a vigorous protest against the practice of sending consumptive pa tients to warm climates without regard to the stage of their disease or their cir cumstances. He ha taken note of fifty cases of sueli patients who have been 1 sent by their physicians to spend a win ter in Italy or Egypt, and among them all lie found only three who recciv-d any benefit from the change, while many were positively injurcd. Much that he says is as applicable to this countrv a* to Europe. No doubt many of our physicians prescribe a winter sojourn In Floridiwor Nassau to patients in ad -1 vanced stages of lung complaints, with- I out much consideration of the possible effects upon them of an enervating at mosphere, the absence of home faces and liome comforts, and the weariness anf oneliness of a listless life among trangers.—A T ew York Tribune. Census Fart*. Supervisors of the United State* census receive a salary of SSOO. and enumerators are paid $4 per day. There is one enumerator for each 4,000 Inhabi tant*. and as there are 400.000 ixniple in the district, one hundred enumerators will be required. They are appointed hy the supervisor. The field work will be begun on the first of June, hut a great deal of work will be required in advnnee of that date. In due time a multitude of blanks wil! be sent from Washington to each supervisor, and they must 1h distributed among the enumerator* They will provide for the asking of a great many questions touching the products, manufactures, and general business of the country, and the social condition of the people. The law fixe* a severe penalty for refusing to answer the questions of the enu.nerators. also making of statements known to be false. The rnumerutors will rail fcorn bouse to house. There are sixteen dally and weekly papers devoted to the interests of hotels published in the United States. Five years ago there were but two.