The Two Age*.
Folks were ksppy as day* wore ln
111 the old Arcadian times;
Whan life seamed oaly a dance and song
In the awaetoat ol all awoot clime*.
Our world grown bigger, and, atage by stage,
As the pitiless years linve rolled.
We've quite lorgotton the gotdon age,
And come to the age oi gold.
Time went by in a sheepish way
Upon Thaaaaly's plains ot yore,
In the nineteenth century lambs at play
Mt an mutton, und nothing more.
Our swains at present are lur too sage
To lire as one lived ol old;
80 they couple the crook ot the golden ago
With a hook in the ago ol gold.
From Uorydon'a ree l the mountains round
Heart news ot his latest flame 1
Ami Tityrus made the woods resound
With echoes ot Daphne's name.
They kindly lelt us a lasting gauge
01 their musical art, we're told j
And the Pandean pipe ol tho golden age
Brings mirth to tiie age of gold.
Dwellers in huts and in marble", halls
From shepherdess up to queen—
Ciuid little lor bonnets, and less lor shawla,
And nothing tor crinoline.
Bat now simplicity's not tho rage,
Ami it's tunny to tliiuk how cold
The dross thoy wore in tho golden ago
W oald seem in the ogu ol gold.
Hi . rio telegraphs, printing, gas,
'1 .".acco, bulloons and steam,
Air . :;lo events that liavo come to pass
Since the days of the old regime;
And ■ pito ol Leinpriore's dazzling piure,
I'd g vo—though it might seem bold—
A hnn ired years ol tho golden ago
For a year ol the age Ol gold.
H*nry S. Ligh.
IN A POCKET.
A HOLIDAY BTOKT.
"Weil, well," ?aid good Adonijvh
Courtney, raising 'lis eyes heavenward.
"Providence has indeed alllicted us;
but should we mourn its those without
hope? Nay, surely not, since all flesh
is weak and unabie to meet and with
stand temptation in its own strength
and our dear boy, Lionel, still gives ut
hope of his repentance. All is not los ,
sister Keziah," and he pressed his spin
ster companion's withered and tremt •
ling hand reassuringly, as he bade h >
pretty, tearful niece (the culprit's
sister), to re-read the letter of confessio
that had that evening burst like .
bombshell in their midst and caused tl.
good and simp!e-m nded people gTe
sorrow nnd anxiety of mind.
Luy G.t,.aty I 'd her brother's
singularly jerky and illegibly-written
epistle open tieforc her. indeed she had
never closed It since it came, but con
tinued to pour over its shaky characters
in the vague hope of gleaming a ray ol
light to illumine the murky record. At
her uncle's request, she tried hard to
swallow the painful lump that had been
apparently growing in her throat ever
since her stsrtled min 1 took in the
wretched tidings. She was a gentle,
shy- mannered girl, of great persoiyil
beauty an* equal modesty; but her
strong, and as yet untried trait of
character was unselfish devotion. She
10-vd the dear old pair who had re
ceived her brother and herself in their
early orphanage, and who had given
every envrgy and thought to the eduea
tioa and moral training of the other
wise friendless children. Without ever
having being outside of Greenville
sinss she came there a little girl ten
years before—Lily knew quite we i that
her aunt and uncle were singularly in
nocent and unwordly people, and,
thouh she could not help hut fail into
many of their primitive ways and illog
ical views, she was quite sure that
neither of them was fitted to start out
in winter and travel to the great city
whsre her poor dear brother was in
trouble. She had quite resolved from
the first that she would go to him her
self, and when her voice trembled and
he choking sensation oppress -d her
most as she read on, it was when the
conflict between her native timidity and
courageous sense of duty occurred.
The note was dated a day or two be
fore Christmas and written in pencil so
badly that it was .difficult to read. Iu
style. too, was unlike Lionel's; in fact,
there was no way to account for its ab
rupt and uneven uliaracter except the true
am". The dreadful snares and tempta
tions of that frightful city, against which
the elder pair, who had never passed a
night in its polluted air, who had so
faithlully warned him—had seized him
in their illusive grasp. He had suc
cumbed ; he tiad strayed and fallen from
graos; some evil being had robbed htm,
and now, contrite and helpless, ho called
homeward for relief His scrawling
epistle ran thus;
"Mr DEAR UWCI.R Attn A nrr—l don't
want Lily to be larmed (It was she
who had opened the note), so I do not
include her. I have had a misfortune—
I trusted to myself in these slippery
ways. I was a fool not to listen to coun
sel—hut I thought I knew it all; the
result is. I became lost, grew confused
and fell. Do not alarm yourself, dear
aunt and uncle I might have been
much worse. As it is, in the confusion,
I ioat my poeketbook. The people
among whom, on coming to myself, I
proved to lie, are not of the class for me
to remain dependent on fcr asingle day.
Piaass send or come. I inclose address,
ttegret to>larm you. With love.
UoaMt*
In a different hand was a complicated
direction, which Isly carefully detached
and put it in her poeketbook.
That was the first step taken—the rest
followed quickly:
" Uncle and aunt. 1 am going to tho
city. My mind is made up, and please
do not say No. You. dear uncle, arc
suffering with one ol your worst attacks
of rheumatism,and aunt's head is threat
ened with her regular January neural
gia. Martha is needed to look after you
both, and Simon can't leave the barn,
poor old man. As for me, I was nine
years old when I was there last, but 1
remember the streets perfectly. I could
even go to this place " —she pointed to
the direction in the poeketbook—" after
a little studying of tlx localities."
She spoke so confident, looked so
brave, and withal so hopeful, that the
good couple could only accept her
strength of purpose as providential, and
" sent" for the trying occasion.
9 9 • • •
It was ver. On Christmas day she
sat in the center ol the middle car
safest place in case of accidents. The
eold air had frozen the tears on her
cheeks; she look d through tho biur.-ed
window at the dark outline of the old
family carriago which Simon WILH
driving up the lano homeward, and sent
the venerable occupants a silent kiss
pressed against the unsympathetic glass.
The train was a fuil one; at every
station new people came in, and at the
second piace from Greenville, a gentle
man of excellent appearance and ple;is
ing manner came in and found no vacant
place except the one beside IJly.
He wore a handsome sable collar
round his overcoat; in Lily's startled
eye it seemed like a partial mask to his
face, and when, pointing to the seat, he
bowed I. is ri quest to be allowed to share
it, she assented with a start and imme
diately placed her hand protectingiy
over her coal-pocket where her money
was. She had merely turned her lace
once toward the newcomer; that once,
however, was quite sufficient to show
him a pure, oval outline, eyes soft as
velvet sad lovely brown in color, a
straight nose and a mobile, red-lipped
mouth —a little compressed and formal
in its set—but sweet as an opening bud
in June.
Apparently the stranger was suscept
ible to female loveliness; he threw off
liis fur wrapping, adjusted his coat
collnr and gave a becoming touch to his
hat. He was young and good-looking,
and seemed decidedly drawn toward
the face that had been quickly averted
from his view.
Lily looked steadily out of the win
dow and tried to think of her dear, but
Unfortunate brother, who had left home
to enjoy a brief holiday before choosing
a profession and so soon fallen into life's
"slippery way ."
"What a pity it is that evil iurks
under the most pleasing exteriors," she
said to herrclf, with a sigh, and then
she took a furtive peep out of the cor
ner of her eye at her handsome com
panion, which caused her to sigh again.
Yes. he was very prepossessing, but it
was of just such as he that she had al
ways been told to beware. Evil de
lighted to put on an alluring guise; but
it was to entrap the unwary, and a
charming, sniiiinv exterior was too fre
quently the mask of the tempter.
These solemn warnings all recurred to
her mind faithfully, but somehow they
gave her no great pleasure.
"It is a pity!" she said, and looked
out on the win ry prospect, with a fine
sharp snow sifting through the gray air
and the bare tree-boughs shivering in
the wind.
The shawl that Aunt Kexiah's
thoughtfulneas had added to her niece's
wrappings slipped off her knee upon
the tloor; the observant stranger quick
ly stooped to lift it. Lily bent down
also; their faces nearly met and both
were forced to smiie.
"I beg your pardon?" said Lily,
mechanically. Oh, how her face flushed
the minute nfterl She had been the first
to speak, and had actually addressed
herself to a stranger?
"1 am the one to apologia" 1 I am
very awkward, I am sure!" cried the
young man, elaborately replacing the
wrapping.
Lily recovered her self-possession,
bowed coldly, nnd again look refuge in
peering into the gloomy outer world.
Suddenly, without a note of prepar
ation, they shot into a huge nark tunaei.
The transition from day to night wna so
swift Uiat Lily almost screamed, and,
do what she would to recover from the
shock, her heart kept beating so that she
couid scarcely breathe.
Here was n situation totaily unlooked
for. Neither her aunt nor her uncie bad
prepared her mind for this—alone in the
darkness, at the mercy of this deceptive
and wily stranger, who had, no doubts
many subtle mechanical Jontrivances at
command for extracting pocket lawks
Irom the possession of country victims!
Her breath came shorter; she fancied
she already felt something touch her
pocket. She was no coward—no, she
would defend herself —she would not
submit to lose her treasure -those crisp
green notes of large denomination that
were to save Lionel, and put him straight
n the paths of rectitude once more. The
thought gave her courage; she slipped
her hand softly r on* the thick beaver
cloth, plunged it quickly into the pocket
and caught a man's hand firmly in her
own I Ah! well, it was done, and she
a strong tight grip. Irom which,
strange to say, it made no effort to free
itself; hut, though triumphant, no one
couid ever tell what that act of justice,
that defense of right, had cost her!
As she held the guilty member pris
oner, her tender woman's heart softened
and plead for the offender against her
sterner judgment. It was a struggle and
a bard one—he might he young in
crime, the victim of ternptati/m, of un
toward circumstances; Hhc would not
give him over to punishment; she would
rather shield him from retribution; hut
she must protect her money.
A pale, grayish atmosphere about
them lasts an instant, then out tlicy
flash into the clear, bright day, upon
which the laggard, wintry sun has just
poured a welcome flood of light, allow -
ing clearly to her own horrified vision,
and the deeply meditative gaze of her
companion her little right hand thrust
deep into his coat- pocket, which closely
adjoined her own, and clinched witli all
the force of its pretty pinkish lingers
around his quietly imprisoned digits.
There arc sonic things that happen in
everybody's life of which the one most
nearly concerned knows nothing. Lily
Courtney never could tell till her dying
day how her hand got out of her neigti
bor's pocket. She somehow came to
herself by-and-bye 'n a dazed way, her
forehead resting against the window
glass, and a succession of crimson
blushes chasing each other over her
burning checks. Covertly and by slow
degrees she looked around. The seat
was empty, the suspected pickpocket—
of whom she would never think with
out heartfelt shame—hail lelt her to her
ruminations.
They were not very agreeable ones.
She had been taught that we could not
be too suspicious—she was ready hence
forth to deny the assertion entirely.
"J wish I had been robbed rather
than have put my hand " she could
go no lurther even in thought. A hot
blush always interrupted her. " I hope
I may never, never see that gentleman
again !" she declared, energetically;
yet even as she said 80, she knew she
did not quite mean it. There was time
for no further mental conflict—thank
goodness, there was the city ! It was
two in the afternoon.
Li.y was just in that mood when one
ceases to he confidential even withoni
self. She would not acknowledge that
she saw the stranger as she crossed the
depot; she would not admit that she
was dubious a!>oui the direct on she
should take to reach her brother; in
fine, she was vexed and chagrined, un
certain and excited, and e >uid not rc
cognise herself as the resolute young
heroine who had left Greenville that
morning, relying on a store of good
counsel, backed by her own sagacity.
At a little distance from the station
she hailed a car, after hastily reading its
lettered sides. When she consulted the
conductor, she learned she was being
carried out of h> r way, and with a
i houted line or two t f dire tions ringing
nAer her sh'- descended and took an
other with a varied but unsatisfactory
result. She wished that she had not
imbibed a prejudice against hacks and
their drivers as being the ac< < -*ories ot
mysterious disappearances she had r ad
of in those awful city papers; hut. tired
and distracted as she was. after two
hours'aimless car-changing and mis
taking ot points of the compass, she still
couid sot trust herself, with night ap
proaching to one of those conveyances.
She resolved rather to go on foot, ask
ing her way block by block, and she
swallowed back her Uwrs and set out
sturdily despite the cold. She forgot to
be hungry, and was at last fairly on her
way.
Then she saw—she could not tell just
with what feeling—directly in advance
of her the gentleman with the sable col
lar going the same way. After a time
she ceased to ask and followed him
blindly. She was half-benumhcd now,
and she murmured to herself: "I be
gan by suspecting him—now I am trust
ing him in the dark!" True enough,
night was coming on; they were turn
ing into mean little streets, having come
bark in the neighborhood of the depot.
A handsome carriage—whose driver
seemed to have waited for the stranger
stood at the corner nnd received a ges
ture of direction from him. AH three
he, Liiy and the carriage, paused at a
narrow dowr. it bore the number, and
was in the street Lionc. bad sent to
Greenville. The gentleman knocked
then stood b.wk for bis companion to
enter; the door opened Into a close, dirty
little room, where poor Lionel lay, on
en untidy settee, in the act. of bring
made ready for removal by a kind and
genial old geutleman, a little hasty in
temper, it seemed, for he called out at
sight of the young roan whose pocket
Lily bad explored: "Well, you've got
here at last, have you. Frank Bent ley!
I've waited long enough, 1 should sar,
and this poor boy suffering from a frac
ture and fever in s place like this. The
people who picked him up insensible off
the ice out beyond in the next street,
have been very kind," he added, to the
German shoemaker and bis wife who
stood by. " Tou found bim with bis
head cut by his fall, his pocketbook lost
or stolen, and carried bim here where
be wrote home—and this morning got
his senses sufficiently about him to send
for me, wbicli was what he should have
done at first." The doctor—for he was
the doctor with whom Lionel had it in
mind to study by-and-bye—talked on in
this strain to relieve an evident em
barrassment.
Young Dr. Bently. his son, explained
(while the sister nnd brother indulged
in a singularly fervent embrace, consid
ering that they had been hut two days
separated) that he hnd received his
fatt er'# message per family servant on his
arrival at the depot at two o'clock, but
1 hat he was detained by a pressing and
most imperative engagement—(be did
not explain that said engagement was
his own resolution to follow respsstful Jy
and unseen to her destination the pretty
timid little Lily, of Greenville,' who
bad, by the odd process of entering hi*
pocket, stolen his heart. Huch things
will do to keep,'.as will also Lily's pleased
amazement at the family misinterpreta
tion of poor Lionel's letter, written in
pain and fever. He, too, proud of his
early recollections of the city ways,
tartcd on foot over its icy pavements
and met with a physical, and a moral
fall. That little mistake was explained
and laughed over, hut Lily did not want
hers to share the same late—to keep it
secret she tvrn bribed Frank Benely.
Once lie threatened—" Oh, do r.ot tell
about my hand!"she whispered,entreat
ingly.
"I won't if you will give it tome,"
was the answer, in the same key.
Well—Aunt Keziah liked him. Uncle
Adonijsh found him suitable, and they
were married on Christmas eve—a year
after her adventure " in a pocket!"
Creosote for Bronchitis and Catarrh.
When going from Switzerland to
Italy, via Mount Cenis, some years ago,
the writer contracted a sudden wvere
cold, which, in the chill air of Ttlrin,
soon brought on a severe attack ol
bronchitis. Wo hastened over to the
genial air of Genoa, hut it afforded little
relief, and the advice ol Dr. l'accioci,
professor in the noted Italian medical
college there, was called in pre
scribed a very simple remedy, which
was at once effective, as it has been with
many others to whom we have since re
commended it. f'ul into a pint or larger
Lottie about three gills of water, and
add two drops of good creosote. Shake
very thoroughly, take a mouth full
gargling it awhile in the throat, and
swallow it. Repeat this frequently, so
as to use up the mixture in the first
twenty-four hours, always shaking weil
before taring. After the first day u><
three drops of creosote and the same
amount of water during twenty-four
hours, so <ong a-t it is needed.
The same mix tun has offn proved
very useful in featarrlj. In this case a
handfu i or two ol tlio we.i-shaken creo
sote and water is snuffed Up through the
nostril# until it reaches the throat and
is spit ut. A table*poonful Is also
gargled in the throat and swallowed.
As catarrh is an inflammation ot the
nasal passages, accompanied with a
mucus deposit, the creosote, which is
largely carbolic acid, would seem to be
useful here, just as dilute carbolic acid
is cffci tive in cleansing any putrid sores.
Catarrh is the resuit of weakness, and
is promoted by a cold. A toning up of
the syu in and any simple remedy lise
the above is effective, unless the catarrh
is sever*' and of so long continuance as
to have permanently disorganized the
nasal cavities. It is folly to spend
m n< v for the much advertised < atarrh
remedies, which are usually the sheer
est medical quacktry.— American Agri
ulturut.
Herds ol Wisdom.
Report is a quick traveler but an un
safe guide.
A good book surpiies the p are of a
companion.
Youth iook* at the possible; age at
the probable.
Cliarrus strike the sight, but merit
wins the soul.
He who thinks his place below bim
will iw below bis place.
A man cannot give a better legacy to
the world than a well educated lamily.
Moderation is the silken string run
ning through the peari-chain of all vir
tues.
The moment man begins to rise above
his fellows, lie become# n mark for their
missiles.
letters from friends are sunbeam* on
life's horizon that cb*r our way and
light'n labor.
Poverty often deprives a man of all
spirit and virtue. It is hard for an
empty bag to Stand upright.
It is to he doubted whether he will
ever find the way to heaven who desires
to go thither alone.
He courteous with all, hut intimate
with few; and let those few be well tried
before yon give tbem your confidence.
Don't get aoured with the world; It
does not mend matter for you. but it
makes you very disagreeable to other.
A few more rapidly tolling years,
flowing past like a river, vanishing like
a dream, youth will be gone, and the
world will look elsewhere, and reject
those who have not already learned to
reject It. I/ct us, then, love that eternal
beauty which never grows old, and
which endow# its lovers with perpetual
youth.
The czar's railway journeys are not
the most agreeable ones in the world.
As h" was about to leave Livadia for
St. Petersburg hundreds of menacing
letters were daily received by members
of the imperial family and other dis
tinguished personages, threatening
murder on the road. As on former oc
casions, the entire line of rail was
watched hy soldiers and peasants, and
lighted up by torches at night. There
were servant trains on parallel lines,
the one carrying the emperor being un
known. ________
Did you ever notice the fact that if a
girl has a srwkkin sack to wear to an
enteriainment, she'll keep it on until
she becomes animated oleomargarine,
whereas if she has a new drees hand
somely trimmed, and no sealskin, she'll
dust out of her sack with the rapidity
of a kerosene eon flagraHon f—Leal port
Union.
ONE HUN OREO YEARN.
Iniwii ting li.t-Lirnia In Ous Ll*n
CtnUiwrluii,
Ala colored wedding in Barnesville,
On., the groom * nu nnd the bride
lind juht pw-Hert tier forth tli birthday.
John Bodcttc is tiie pride of Kala
mnzoo. Mich. Although* 103 years Ol
nge. he is full of vitality. dances like a
boy, and takes twelve-mile wniks.
Mrs. Hawkins, aged 1<, and Jennie
Bradley, g<d 100, still live at Cliar
lottesvlllc, N. C., do their own house
work and rtad without the aid ol
glasses.
For 105 years Melohlah, a Choctaw
princess, had been addicted to the it.
ordinate u#c of tobacoo: She died re
cently at lioyt City, in the Indian Ter
ritory, at tlin great age of 114 years.
The son that was tora to an old man
in Alliens. Gn., at the ape of ninety two
is of ordinary size and strength, but is
entirely destitute of teeth, although he
is now a young man. His father died
recently at the age of 112.
Old Bets, a Sioux squaw, hud )>eeu
successively the wife of an army officer,
of an Indian chief, of a t>order highway
man and of a Methodist missionary.
She died recently just as she had closed
a century of life.
Peter Hazzard's great joy v.as his
violin. He had immense feet, hut he
could beat all. far and near, at cutting
"pigeon wings" and the old-fashion*d
: styles of dancing. He died recently at
Groton, Mass., aged lo| years.
For the nrniest salary of i*3o per an
num, Abraham L. Dickstein, of Herin
gen, in I.imburg Germany, is still
teaching school at the age of I<4. He is
'he oldest acting teacher in the world,
and has been a pedagogue for sixty
years.
Tie greatest comfort to Ascn Ward
'luring the last years of his life was the
relating of events in which he took part
in the war ol IHIB. He fought under
General Jackson in the battle of Ni w
Orleans. Mr. Ward died at Fort Scott,
Kansas, r<< v ntly, aged 103.
In Delaware county, N. Y., .ived
Prudence Larkin, who was never out
side the rountry but once. She was !<*>
years of age when sin di'-d, but ha/1
been nnxi' us for the change for fifteen
years. A son eighty years of ago, a
preacher in the South, came to visit his
mother just before her decease.
Robert Walcot. of Philadelphia, is a
centenarian who claims under oath to
have fired Ibe fatal bullet that killed
Gen. Sir Isaac Brock, the illustrious
British commander, who captured Gen
< rai Hull's army at Detroit in the war
of 1-12, and h i! at the head of his troops
in the battli of Huecn-town. November
13 ol t ba' y< nr.
The Rev. F'athcr George Brophy, ol
Davenport, lowa, was on term# of in
timacy with Presidents Tj. i, Polk,
li.lin . Buchanan,Pierc. and l.inco.n.
He was proficient in the Fr< nob, Spanish,
Italian and Eng.isi !angua,< s. lie knew
Dan ton, Rotx piem d Marat, central
I figures in the reign o! ! rror of 1723 in
France, and spoke of thtoi as human
ti'nds without parallel in history. He
died in October, aged 105 years.'
A Woman's Terrible Experience.
Mrs. I.u/y A Still, of Sharon's Mi.ls.
Pa., has passed through a most thrilling
experience. She started from her home
in that place to visit a sick son who
lived near Darney Swamp, about seven
miles trom here. Mrs. Still is sixty
years of age. but as spry as a cricket, and
she determined to walk the entire dis
tance through this dismal swamp to tier
son's house, a feat she had frequently
| accomplished. She started at about
three o'clock in the afternoon, and be
fore she got half the distance a violent
snow-storm set in. nnd in a short time
the road was bidden from sight. Dark
t ness. too, soon came, and the old lady
straggled trom the road and became fast
in a deep mire. The more she struggled
the deeper she sank, until at inst. weary
from exertion, she gave up ail attempt
to extricate herself, and prayed for help.
She remained in this mire for a whole
I day and night. Then, after almost super
human efforts, she extricated herself,
nnd made her way to a small hemlock
tree, which she climbed. She kept alive
by continually moving ber hands and
arms. No food paused ber Hps for up
wnrd ol 15 hours, except a lew crackers
she had in her pocket and aome whisky
which she was taking to ber son. She
was compelled to quench her thirst by
eating snow and drinking the vile water
ol the bog by which she was surrounded.
She was rescued from ber perilous po
sition on the seventh day ol her cap
tivity by a party of hunters who had
beard her faint cry of distreaa. She was
taken to her son's bouse, where her men
tal faculties gave way. and a serious ill
ness followed. The doctors say she will
never regain ber mental powers. While
last in the mire Mrs. Still saw several
bears and scores of deer, and was at
tacked at one time by a panther. She
gave terrible screams as the animal ap
proached her, and h ran away.
A "drop" is a variable quantity, al
though many people never think about
this fact. The Journal of Chemistry
says that the largest drop is formed by
syrup ol gum-arabic, forty-lour to the
dram, and the smallest by chloroform,
250 to the dram. As a general rule,
tinctures, fluid extracts and essential
oils yield a drop lee# tban one-half the
site ol water, and acids and solutions
give a drop hut slightly smaller than
water. _______
A man writes to ediantor for ft " be
cause he U so terribly short," and gets
in reply the heartless response: "Dou
I do; stand up on a chair."
Longfellow's Home.
A correspondent of lthe Nashville
Atniriam writes a* follows of a visit to
the home of Longfellow:
He received m e cordially, nnd invited
me immediately into his ntudy, a room
of eomfcnlnble dimensions, a Urge table
in the center, an old-fashioned hearth
will) andirons, and two windows open
ing upon the lawn. On either side of
the fireplace was a large, comfortable
chair, one being that recently presented
•o him by the children, made from " the
spreading chestnut tree-" There were
books to the right, to the left, behind,
and in front of me, and the walls were
covered wltu pictures. A thousand ob
jects, each with its own interesting his
tory, crowded the corners of the room,
busts ol Shakespeare, Goethe, and
Dante. In a small giass box was a
i>i' '-e of the t ,flln of the greatest of Itai
ion poets; near the door an ex -client
crayon drawing of Mr. Ixjwell, and a
painting ola scene on the coast of
Maine, the work of an artist frieno, Il
lustrating the poet's b'nutiful lines:
A wir ,! rn,<- up out ol tin- M,
Aral r-airl " (J riiists Tnake r<*tui lor roe."
i ll irhiier] ite ilii[m bad cried, "Hail on,
1 e mariner s, tin, riigkl i gooa."
On the tab.r (,o.< ridge's inkstand,
an<! a volume of his pot ma, owned an
used hy himi' if. A.cng the margin axe
notes in the author's own handwriting,
corroborating Limb's sUUm'-nt that
j wlji n you loaned a book to Coleridge it
returned with additional va,ue. The
two familiar verses in " Ancient Mari
ner"—
I'bo guns rlone ! I've won ' Ive won •
Quo'.li sire, and whollod tirrico.
' are followed by the stanza:
A gut ol win 1 strirt np tn liind
And whUOed through his Urn**;
1 hro g)i the )■<>,•— o| ),i- -yiw and the hols si
his mouth,
| Hall whistles end hall groan*.
1 here is a marginal note opposite, in
J pencil, "To be i-truck out, ti. T. C."
, and according to his wish it Las beam
omitted in übo jumt t-oitioi. . After
showing me these treasun -, we passed
into the adjoining room. A piano, a
qutw, stood in the center, vrith Mendel- *
!• .oijn's "Krmgs Without Words" open
upon it, as it some on- had just left the
instrura<nt. Every whir the eye was
phased and the attention arrested by
UM c ur.oi.ity or work of art—the arm
.ess Venus of Mi.o, tbemuti au-d Psyche,
a bust of Emerson, a statuette of Sum
ner, who was a Wnrm friend ol the poet,
a fine bust of his wife, an oil painting of
! his three daughters.
Cumin' Thro' Ihc Hye,
A N' w York pictorial published sn
i.lustration of "Comin*Thro'the Kye,"
aid h,under* into what wt t resume is
the popular miscor.r < ption of the ditty,
giving a laddie and a i:i-s ■ meeting and
kissing in a fc dof grain. The line*—
ll a mwl a !&kip
Comin* thro* the rye,
and cspecia'iy the other <• uplet:
A' the lad* they •mile on
When oon.i .' thro' the ry.
Seem to imply that traversing the rye
! was a hahitual or common thing, but
what in the name of the Royal Agri
! cultural society oou.d be the object in
tramping down a crop of grain in that
style. The song, perhaps, suggests a
j harvest scene, where both sexes, as is
the custom in Great Britain, are at
work reaping, and where they would
come and go through the fields indeed,
hut not through the rye itself, so as to
meet and kiss in it- The truth is, the
rye in this ease is no more grain than
Kye Beach is, it being the name of a
: small, shallow stream near Ayr in Scot
mid, which, having neither bridge nor
firry, was forded by the people going to
raid from the market, custom allowing a
j ad to steal a kiss from any lass of bis
acquaintance whom he might meet in
the mid stream. Our contemporary will
see that this is the true explanation, if
lie will rrfiTto Bum's original ballad, in
which the first verse refers to the laas
i wetting her clothes in the stream.
Jenny is •' wat pair boddis;
Jenney's anldnm dry;
She drag'U a'-ber pe:t>c<<atis
Comin',Urn.' the rye.
-iikwy Argut.
A Fatal Snow Slide.
One Monday a short I'iue ago four
men left Georgetown, Col., for Tyner,
;in the North Park. They traveled over
1 ihc snow without mishap until Wednet
j day morning, which found them climb
; ing up a very sleep and rugged moun
| tain a few miles from Tyner- The snow
! covering on the mountain was about six
feet thick. As the men were toiling up
the height the great carpet of snow sud
denly began to move down. The slide
was comparatively slow at first, but
within thirty seconds It had become a
thundering avalanche, and the four men
were hur.ei at lishtning speed to the
foot of the mountain. Jainre Nelson
one of the party, fastened his boot* into
on ley crust, and clinging with all bis
strength was not hurt seriously, though
his body was braised and his flesh torn
in various places. When the slide
stopped be was within a few inches of
the surface of the mass and was able to
thrust his arm litre ugh to the surface,
thus secutibg air. Ten minutes later J
WlUiefa Sandals, who bad escaped ua* '
hurt, dug Nelson out and they together
searched for their companions. They
found Charie* Kslon several feet beneath
the snow and not far off was Thomas
Gray, both black in the face from suf
focation and both dead. Searching fur
ther they found John Fraser. who had
been buried twenty feet. He was purple
(a the fac and hood flowed from bis
month, but he soon regained conscious
ness. llis left leg was broken in two
places.