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 pr<x:e*s of his stealing $4,0(10
worth of diamonds from a Fifth avenue
boarding house, and the balance which
it left him. He was stopping at a " dis
reputable" down-town hotel when he
saw the rooms advertised, and made up
his mind to go and see what stroke of
business he could accomplish there.
With a niece of thin wire lie arched hi*
nose una widened his nostrils; he bulged
out bis cheeks; deepened the sockets
of iiis eyes with burnt cork; reddened
Ids complex iqp with vermillion;
painted wrinkles on his forehead, and
added a lull, tight-fitting beard and a
wig witii a bald crown. When his
toilet was complete he looked like a
Wall street broker, or an American
statesman. Putting on a handsome,
well-made suit of clothes, and buying a
1 pair of kid gloves and a walking cane,
lie hired a eab for " the round trip," at
three dollars, and drove to the house.
Being left alone in the parlor lie sat
down and strummed the " Anvil
Chorus "on the piano, apologizing to
the landlady oti entering for doing it.
He told her lie was a wealthy English
man, just over, who would require four
rooms, and finally agreed witii her for a
suite at $35 a week. The lunch bell
rang and she asked him to stay to lunch,
which he accepted, saying that lie would
first wasli in his new room. After a
visit from a pretty housemaid, who was
sert to show him the way to the dining
room but whom lie dismissed, saying lie
was not ready, and when everything
was quiet again, he proceeded to busi
ness.
Locking the outside door of hiß room
he rolled the bed away from another
door leading into tiie adjoining r<xm.
Tiie door was fastened witii a hook only,
which was easily broken. Opening the
| door lie found himself in another bed
room, but saw nothing but a sealskin
I sacque which lie could carry away.
Then going to the bureau drawers and
opening them lie found two morocco
cases, from which IIP took tiie diamonds,
putting the Jewels into his pocket, went
tiack into his bedroom, from which lie
emerged and.made hi* way down stairs,
informing the butler that lie had decided
not to stay to lunch. Reaching bis ho
tel, he threw off his disguise and went
out to negotiate his plunder.
He offered them to a man in Chatham
street for SSOO. but was obliged to lake
$l5O, about one-tenth of their value.
Hut for the necessity of getting rid of
them lie could have done much better
than this. Half of the money fie gave to
" a young lady friend," who soon after
ward deserted him and ran away to
Chicuo; tiie other half he lost "at a
gambling-house. A few hours alter the
theft, therefore, he bail absolutely noth
ing left to show for all hi* ingenuity,
labor and pains, but goes to State prison
for a term of years instead.
He was formerly a Ism don physician,
and a man of pleasing address and
marked intelligence. Hut none of these
served to command very large dividends
on tiie capita! he invested in crime.—
Detroit Fret I'reu.
How Spectacles are .Hade.
A writer in the Philadelphia Pret
says: The white lens in use in the
ordinary spectacle of commerce is made
of the common window pane glass rolled
in sheets; sometimes it is made into
balls. From these are cut pieces of
about one and a quarter to one and a
half inches in size; they are then taken
into the grinding room and each piece
cemented separately U|xn what is called
a lap of a semi circular shape. These
are made to fit into a corresponding
curve or saucer, into which fine emery
powder is introduced and subjected to a
swift rotary motion. The gradual curve
in the lap gives to the glass as it is
sround5 round a corresponding shape, until the
esired center is readied; the lap is then
taken out and subjected to warmth,
which melts tiie cement suffie'ently to
permit the glass being removed and
turned upon the opposite side, when the
same process is renewed. This being
completed, the lenses are detaehed again
from Hie lap and taken to another de
partment, where they are shaped to fit
the frames. This is accomplished by a
machine of extreme delicacy. Each
piece of glass is put separately upon a
rest, when a diamond is brought to bear
upon it, moving in the form of an oval,
thus cutting the desired size; but the
edges, of course, are rough and sharp,
and must be beveled. For this purpose
they are turned over into another set of
hands, mostly girls, who have charge
of the grindstones, which are about six
inches in thickness. Each operator is
provided with a gauge; the glass is
taken between the forefinger and thumb
and held sufficiently sideways to pro
duce half the desired bevel; when this
is attained it is again turned and the
other side of the lxvcl completed. ;
During this process it is constantly
guag'd in order to ascertain that the
frame will close upon ft without too
much pressure, which would break tiis
lens.
The next process to which the lon*
is subjected in that of " focusing," and
requires extreme care. The person hav
ing this department to attend to is placed
in a small room alone; acmes the en
trance is hung a curtain, which is ohly
drawn aside sufficiently to admit the
required amount of light from a window
several feet away, upon one of the top
panes of which is placed a piece of
heavy cardboard with a small hole cut
in the center representing the bull's-eye
of a target. Through this the rays of
light shine upon the lens in the hands
ola work nan and are reflected through
it to a dark background. The lens is
then moved back and forth upon an
inch measure until the proper focus is
attained. Bay, for instance, the extreme
end of the measure is sixty-two inches,
the lens is placed at that, but docs not
focus; it is gradually moved along inch
by inch, until, perhaps, it is brought to
thirty-six inches. At this the proner
h iirht of center or focus is attained,
and it is then numbered thirty six. The
same operation is of course necessary
with every lens. This accounts for the
numbers which are upon spectacles or
glasses of any kind when pnrchased.
An Illinois schoolmistress WM una
ble to chastise the biggest jriri pupil,
and called in a young school trustee to
naaist her. The trustee found that the
offender WM hit own sweetheart, but
his sense of duty triumphed over his
love, and he whipped the girl. Not
only did this rosu t in lobing Jilm a
sweetheart, but her fattier sued hitu .'or
damages, and got a vnrdiet for iSO.
ON A HOUIM, CAKE OF |t; Ki
l>rtrtlK 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<r
1 getber rtnd pushed the sleigh, whi'h w
had unloaded, and wliieli soon went
tiirough, and we abandoned it. j
wind blew a hurricane, and it was be
coming pitch dark. Suddenly we
i broke through at once, and then ea> 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 <li-
I tress and terror, the motion of the ice,
! as it arose and fell with the waves and
j ground against other piece*, made m*
' sick, and I began to fear that I snou.d
have to give up. Cummings was grow
ing weaker, and I strove to arouse him.
j I asked him about his family, ann how
many children he had. if." said five,
and I Ix-gged him for their sake?to bear
j up. About this time we saw lights on
ttie shore, apparently about a mile dh>-
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.