Longing, Of all tho myriad tnnixU of mind That through tho wml conic ill routing, Which one wan e'er so dear, so kind. Ho beautiful a longing? The thing wo long for, that wo aro For one transcendent moment, Uoforo the present poor and hare Can make its sneering comment. Still through our paltry stir and strifo Glows down tho wished ideal. And Longing molds in o'ay what Life Carves in the marble Real; To lot the new life in, we know Desire must ojic tho portal; Perhaps the longing to tie so Hel|* make the soul immortal. Longing is God's fresh heavenward will With our poor earthward striving; We quench it that wo may be still Content with merely living; Rut, would we learn that heart's full scope Which wo are hourly wrouging, Our lives must climb from hope to liopo And realize our longing. Ah! let us hopo that 11 our praise Good God not only reckons The moments when we tread His ways, Rut when the spirit beckon*-- That some slight good is also wrought Beyond self-satisfaction, When we are simply good in thought, Ilowc'cr we fail in action. —Jiimet Kutffll bnerll. IN THE MABERLY MINE. "John Wallace!" called the mine superintendent throngh the speaking pipe, "some visitors are coming down in the cage. Yon will l>e kind enough to show thorn throngh tho tunnels." " Visitors 1" I repeated to myself. "I mnst be a lackey, too, as well as drndge. Well, so be it. It is only another straw to the load lam carrying. If it breaks my back, so much the better. I shall be done with it." The world has littlo respect for those whose code of honor Ira Is them aside from the broad highway of common place. W hen, at my father's death, finding his estate heavily incumbered, I had < deemed it my duty to place it at the disposal of his creditors, I found my- i self, socially speaking, in ice water. I Those who had known me in my hap ; pier days knew me no longer, and i houses whero I had once been a wel come guest were now as impenetrable , as their owners' ignorance of my exist ence. I could have borne all this well enough had only one home remained i open to me—the home of Eve Onion. In the days when her wealthy father looked with favor upon the intercourse of his daughter with tho landowner's son, I had some wild hopes about her. She was a beautiful girl—young, and as I had believed, sympathetic. I had believed, too, that I had seen glimpses of something in her face that proved my hopes not to be so wild as they seemed. But that, too, was over. A polite note from her father informed me that his daughter could henceforth dispense with my attentions; and. as I received no intimation to the contrary from Eve herself, I concluded she too, had de clared my ostracism. After this I lost I hope, aud made no attempt to "better my worldly condition. I left the village, and after two year-, of wandering, often in destitution, I stranded myself on the Maberly coal mine as gang-master in the pita Our mine had a doubtful reputation, having been tho scene of several dis tressing accidents. Consequently, we were rarely tronbled by visitors from the upper earth. This was a godsend to me. I could manage to endnre tho life I was lead ing only on condition of not being too frequently remind.nl of the life from which I bad been exiled. The idea of encountering persons whom I had known in tatter times was a constant terror to me. It may be imagined, therefore, with what feelings I awaited the descent of the visitors who had been signaled from above. As tho cage stopped upon tho level where I stood with my lamp in my hand and the passengers alighted, I recognized them with feelings of down right misery. I saw before mo the two persons whom of all humanity I bad least wished to meet—Eve Onion and her father. Had they heard of my whereabouts and come to witness my degradation? No. As cold and worldly as I believed Eve to he, I could not imsgine her ca pable of such mean malice. Woo could identify the name of gang master John Wallace with Wallace Orover. ci-devant gentleman ? Be sides, 1 remembered that Mr. Guiou was a shareholder in the Maberly mine. It was merely a simple sight-seeing tour, after all. Two years of hardship Mid the growth of a heavy board had changed my appearance so that I was rare neither father nor daughter Oould pos sibly recognize me. With strict control over myself, I conld show them through the mine and dismiss tbnin none the wiser. Now that they bed come, too, I wes glad of tbe opportunity of seeing tho woman 1 bad loved—atill loved—onoe more. I stopped confidently forward, there fore, and introduced myself an the gnide, John Wallace. Eve looked at mo closely, hut, 1 thought, only with an expression of curiosity as to the looks of a man whose life was spent nn dergTonnd. My head swam and my heart beat thiik and lond as 1 stood before her— more bountiful, because more serious and womanly than when wo had been intimate two years before. I noticed that her face was a little paler and that there was a look of sad ness in it that was new to me. Tho season that I had spent in wretchedness,then, had not boon wholly free from sorrow for her. Not, of course, on my account; snch a notion never entered my head. "Have you been here many years?" she asked, as we were preparing to descend into the gallories. " Years enough, madarao, to know tho mine thoroughly," I answered, evasive ly- Mr. Onion looked at mo inquiringly. "You Bpeak like a man of education, my good fellow," he said. "Do they put men of yonr stamp into BUJII posi sitions as yours?" "Men of my stamp have few claims which the world is bound to respect," I answered, gruffly. "You aro here to see tho mine. Ho kind enough to fol low me." "My father will havo more than enongh to do to gnide his own steps," said Eve, coming to my side and quietly placing her hand on my arm. " I mnst trust to vonr gallantry, Mr. Wallace." I mado no reply, bnt wondered if, woman as she was, she had nd faraway hint of the causeof that sledge-hammer beating of my heart nnder her round arm. We remained in tho galleries two hours—more than twice as long as was necessary to their thorough inspection, j The old man was growing impatient, bnt the gloomy pits and chambers seemed to havo an unaccountable fas cination for Eve Onion. Bhe loitered on one pretext or another, until I began to fear that 1 mnst have betrayed my indentity to her quick eye. Her face had grown strangely sad and anxious. I saw, too, that when she thought herself nnolmerved she watched my face intently. Had she detected me and was she seeking an opportunity of making her discovery known without betraying mo to her father? I determined that she should not ac complish her design. I knew very well that I should lose my self control and all of my love, bitterness and despair would burst out in a torrent. I therefore was carefnl to avoid being alone with her for a moment. And I soon saw that I had guessed aright. She was endeavoring to separato mo from her father that sho might speak to me. But I foiled her quietly but skill fully, and after the galleries had l>een explored twice over, and there was no longer the shadow of a pretext for re maining, she finally prepared to depart, i As wo entered the upper level we passed the dark opening of a disused chamtar, which I had deemed unsafe > to be visited. Eve's eye caught sight of it. " Here is s chamtar we have not seen," she said. '• No, madarae,' I interposed. " It is no longer worked. The water has broken into it twice, and it is consid ered dangorons." " I mean to see it, at all events," she replied. " Father, wait for us here. Mr. Wallace will not refuse to guide me, I am sure." Sho cast a strange, significant look at me, which said almost as plainly as words: " I know yon, Wallace Orover, and I mean to speak to yon in spite of your caution." Then she entered the chamtar. Bnt sho had miscalculated my tact. I turned to her father and requested him to enter with me in order to dis suade her from her rash adventure, and we followed her together. Hhe gave me a roproachfnl look as we entered, and I heard hur sigh. The moment I put my foot in the chamber, my senses, trained by long experience to note the varying phe nomena of the under world, detected a hint of the coming danger. There was a faint rumbling to the bowels of the earth. The air was close, and had a taint of electricity in it sim ilar to that which precedes a thunder storm. There was surely peril in the mine, but how and whence it would come I could not guess. As I turned to urge my visitor to s hasty retreat I caught sight of some ■mall fragments of wet earth dropping from the wall near at hand, followad by a Jet of water. Then I knew what was ooming. "Outl out for your livaat" I cried, springing toward the wall. "The water is bursting into the mine, King for the csge and give the alarm I" The old man needed no second warn ing. With a cry of terror be sprang out of tbo chamber, and the next mo ment I beard him give tho alarm. Then followed tho shouts and trampling of the escaping men. I know if I could hold tho water in chock for ten minutes I could save the lives of every one of them. As for my own—well, one lifo, and that a useless one, seemed u good exchango for a hundred fathers of families. When I first saw it tho jot was no larger than a man's finger ; but in a mo mont it had enlarged to the size of my arm, and a heavy stream of water began to pour into tho chamber. There was no apparatus at hnnd, neither claj nor sand bags to check it, as I well know. A happy inspiration ramo to mo. With a Titanic effort I managed thrust my arm into the fissure, and/lor tho timo being I succeeded in checking tho loak. Then, with my arm in tbo wall, 1 turned half arouud toward the opening iu tho chamber, and there, to my hor ror, still stood Eve Onion. I saw that her face was very pale, but firm and self-]>os seised. "What are you doing here?" I cried. " This place will bo full of water in five minutes." "What are you doing here? 'she asked quietly. "My duty," I replied. "I am try ing to hold this stream iu cheek until the men cteape." "Then you will IKS drowned," sbeex claimcd. " What of that? Better one than u hundred. But go," I entreated. " I toll you yon have only a bare chance to get out as it is. The water is prossing harder every moment. It will soon IKS too mueh for my strength." "Then I will stsy and help you, Wallace," she said, in a strangely gontle voice. "Ah, you know me I" I cried. " I have known you from the mo ment I onteied tho mine- I came bore to see you." "To taunt me with my poverty 1" 1 cried. " When your father turned tae away from your doors, when I Itceame outcast and wretched, I thought 1 had the right to hide my misfortunes from your oyos." " It is Isecause my fath'-r used you so crnelly that lam here," she said. " I was not to blame, Wallace'. I knew nothing of it until you were gone. Since then I have tried to learn of your j whereabouts in order to let yon under stand my feelings. It was only yester day that I heard of John Wallace in the Mal>crlv mine, and on the bare chance of identifying him with Wallace Grover I influenced my father to bring me here " " Well," said I, sorrowfully, "it is too lafe to think of the past now. G., Eve. Go and keep poor John Wallace's secret. It will soon hoover with him." "Yon persist in remaining hero?" she asked. " I must," I said. " I should be a coward and a wretch to d<>aert my post now." "Then," she replied, very quietly, 11 1 will stay with vox" "Why?" I asked, amazed ly. "Are you jesting with me T' "Can I jest with death, Wallace, or— love 1" Then, before I could comprehend her word*, *he came to my ride, and I stood with my wrist in the wall, and pntting ber *rm around my neck drew my cheek down npon her*." " It i hard to die so yonng, Wallace," she said, sweetly, " bnt it wonld be harder to lire without yon. In the honr of death, my dear, we can di*pon*e with fal*o delicacy. I know that yon ham loved me many year*, and I have returned yonr love. If we have met again only to die, death at least oannot separate ns." With death staring me in the face— not five minntea off—l have never known a happier moment in my life. A* I stood there, with my arm in the fl*imre, with the blood smging into my head, and all my mnacles straining with the effort to keep my position, 1 knew nothing more than that I felt the heart of the woman I loved beating against my own, her warm yonng cheek touch ing my cold one in the embrace of love and death. Then consciousness of ber position rnshed npon me again. "No, no!" I cried. " Yon mut not die. Oo live, my darling—live until it come* yonr time to meet me in the other world, where I shall be before yon. 00, and believe no man over met death BO gloriously as I shall." "We go ont together or we dia to gether," abo said, firmly. " Speak of it no more." Then a solemn alienee fell npon ns. The men mnst have nearly all eaoaped, M I oonld tall by their distant ahouta. The earth was breaking away aronnd my arm, and tha water was alreadv nearly two feet deep npon the floor of the chamber. I oonld hear the subter ranean stream roaring more threaten ingly in the howela of the mine. An other pound of pressure, and I should be flung down and the chamber wonld | fill. Then came a great desire for life. How could I bear to have my rew fonnd joy so suddenly smothered in the gronnd? Was there not yot one hope? The sonnds of the escaping men had coasod. If wo could get the cage down once rnoro in time, wo might pcrhapH escape after ail. I explained my hope to Eve. " Itun,"Haid I, " ring for the cage. I will hold on hero a moment more. If wo can reach it we are safe." Eve looked at me sharply an instant —she feared I meant to deceive her into escaping while I remained behind; but Bhe divineil my intention. With a quick movement she seized the light, lifted her skirts and ran through the water out of the chamber. The next thirty seconds seemed like hours. I desperately held my own against the water, while every vein seemed bursting with the strain. I heard the liell ring for the cage, heard it slowly descond; then the water overcame me. I was flung down as by a giant's hand. There was a roar and rush as of a Niagaia, and, with a whirl of lights and faces, a chaos of confusion and terror, I knew no more. When I slowly struggled back to life, after many days, I was far from the Maberly mine. I was no longer John Wallace, gunir master, but Wallace Orover, gentleman. I was in my father's house. Mr old servants were around me, and, like a fairy who Liul worked a won derful transformation, sweet Eve Onion was the dominant afgel of the scene. My affairs had 1 < n settled with my creditors very ranch more to my Is-no fit than I imagined could be possible. M" ancestral home and a mod' st com petetice were still left to mo. This, too, was the work of Eve On.on, whose love and faith in me Lad never falter.-d in all my wretchedness and ex ile, and whose strong will had drawn comfort and happiness for me out of the depths ef sorrow. If Mr. Guion objected to the turn af fairs were taking, he had the sense to offer no fruit), is opposition to his daughter's inclination; and I will do hirn the justice to say that he perform. <1 his part at our wedding with a very good grace. I'KAKLS OF TllOrtlllT. A learned man is a tank; a wise man is s spring. The great hojie of society is individ ual character. By work of the mind one secures re pose of the heart. Laziness travels so slow that poverty soon overtakes him. Reason* of things are rather to be taken by weight than tale. It is more honorable to acknowledge oar faults than to boast of our merits. Ib fleet npon yonr present blossings, of which every man has many ; not on your |>aat misfortunes, of which all men have some. By holding s very little misery qnito dose to our eyes we entirely lose sight of s great deal of oomfort beyond which might be taken. It ia wonderful how silent s man ctn lie when he knows his canse is jnst, and bow boisterona he become* when he knows be is in tho wrong. There is nothing so certain, we take it, as that those who are the moat alert in discovering the fanlts of a work of genins are the least toncbed with its beauties. There is nothing keeps longer than a middling fortune, and nothing melts sway sooner than s great one. Poverty tread* npon the heels of great and un expected riches. Tbo wise one says that nothing is so hard to bear as prosperity; bnt most men would like to engage in some hart! work of that description, jnst to have a practical illustration of the adage. The best receipt fur going through lifo in an exquisite way, with beantifnl manners, is to feel that everybody, no matter how rich or bow poor, needs all the kindness they can got from others in this world Illchh Astonishing. A certain lady in thia country aet a hen upon thirteen eggs. A few day* afterward, looking into the neat, ahe wan anrpriaed to find the hen miaaing and the egga gone and in their atead a hnge rattlesnake comfortably ooiled np. Noticing the swelled condition of hin anakenhip ahe procured a apada and pinned hia head to the gronnd. Then, with a rake, the tail was drawn ont and fastened down to prevent wiggling. A penknife aoon split the reptile from head to tail and the eggs were taken ont Beirg oarefnlly washed thay were placed tinder the same hen and eventu ally every one hatched ont, and the ehickrna grew and thrived. We regret that a strict regard for truth compel* us to My that the hen was not awal- I jwad nor were the chioka marked with | a snake,—Sf. Paul Pionrcr, SCIENTIFIC MCBAFII. It has by observation that in districflT subject to typhus fewer cases apppear when the ground Is more thoroughly saturated with water, and more when it contains less moisture. Owing to the rapid evaporation of moisture from the leaves, the tem perature of trunks of trees, bnutst high from the ground, has been found to l>e five degrees centigrade cooler than the air of the forest. There was a time when the moon was but 40,000 miles away from us, and was consequently a far more efficient tide producer than at present Instead of a tide three feet high, which is now an average, it would raise one 048 feet in height From observation of the diffusion of sunlight by the clouds M. Glemmdot was induced to experiment with mineral wool or spun slag in order to ascertain its effect ujwn the light of the electric arc. II,! has found that when the rays pass through this sub stance, seventy-live or eighty per cent, of the light becomes available for illu mination, while the ordinary processes make useful not more than forty five or fifty per cent. Experimenting upon dogs, M. Leven has found that ooffeo produces anaemia of the stomach and i< lards digestion. Its habitual use must, therefore, lead to dysjM'psia. Continuing his experi monts, M. Leven has become convinced that sugar acts powerfully in aiding di gestion, and he freely proscribes its use in cas<-s of dyspepsia. From these ex |> rim. Nts ho draws the practical lesson that the infusion of eoff should be sufficiently sweetened to stimulate the seer- tory function, and thus assist di gestion. Mr. H. 15. Evans is satisfied that the same race built the prehistoric mounds found in Mexico and the United Htates. He bases his Belief on the alleged facts of s close resemblance between the con struction of these remains, of the simi larity of the implements employed, of the burial of the dead being exactly alike, and of the close likeness < f the skulls found in tho tombs of the mound building period, whatever the locality may be. The Aztecs were not the mound builders, because he holds they had no tendency through religious or other motives in that direction, and ibe specimens of pottery found in the mound and pyramids Could not hare leon made bv the Aztecs. HtalUtics of the American Presidents. Wo have had twenty-one Presidents, elected from the following Htates : Virginia, s—Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and Tyler. New York, 3—Van Bnren, Fillmore and Arthnr. Ohio, 3—Harrison, Hares and Oar field. Tennessee*, 3—Jackson, Johnson and Polk. Massachusetts, 2—John Adams and John Qnincy Adam*. Pennsylvania, I—Buchanan. New Hampshire, I—Pierc*. Miasiasippi, I—Taylor. Illinois, 2—Lincoln and Grant. In politics as follows : National, I—Washington. Federalist, 2- John Adams and John (Jnincy Adams. Whigs, 3 —Harrison, Taylor and Fill more. Ilepubliean, 5 Lincoln, Grant, Hayes, Oarfleld and Arthnr. Democrats ten—Jefferson. Madison. Monroe, Jackson, Van Jtnren, Tyler, Polk, Pierce, Bncbanan and Johnson. Nine hare served as generals in the army—Washington, Jackson, Pierce, Taylor, Grant, Harrison, Hayes and Garfield. Lfbcoln was the first that gTew a beard. Grant was the first that grew a mus tache. Four were eminent lawyers —Van Bnren, Fillmore, Bnchanan and Linooln. Four were elected as Vice-President and served as President—Tyler, Fill more, Johnson and Arthnr. Six were nominated as compromise candidates, as a matter of expediency, vulgarly called the " dark horse "—Har rison, Polk, Taylor, Pierce, Hayes and Garfield. Tyler, Fillmore, Johnson and Arthnr were not " dark horses " in con ventions, bnt were placed on the tickets as available candidates after the " dark horses " had been nominated. In religions sentiment: Episcopal, 6- Washington, Madison, Tyler, Taylor, Arthnr and Monroe. Presbyterian, 6—Jackson, Harrison, Polk, Pierce, Bncbanan and Johnson. Methodist,2—Grant and Hayea. Unitarian, B—John Adams and John Qnincy Adams, and Fillmore. Reformed Dutch, I—Martin Van Bnren. ObrUtian, I—Garfield. Not attached to any church, 2—Jeffor ; son and Lincoln. Four were eminent as orators —J. Q. Adams, Van Bnren, Linooln and Qarfteld. Six were reared In poverty—Jackson, Fillmore, Bnchanan, Lioooln, Johnson and Garfield.— Chrtthan at IFor*, The Owl. "One kiss," I pleaded. "jiuit a tiny one, Voni> and then calling to a cash boy who was compounding spit-tall* at the oppoaite counter, said: " Here, Pete, show this young lady to the pillow-case department." "Ob, papa." said little Tommy, the other day, " didn't you sav there was nothing new under the sun ?" "Yes, my boy, the philosoph -rs say so." *' Well, look under me," went on the young hopeful, getting up on the old gentleman's bran new silk hat, "that is something new under the son, ain't itr The reit thing the boy knew there was something old under the son, and it was his father's boot, with a foot in it. "There, there, don't cry any more," said the kind hearted stranger to a lit tle girl who was leaning against the railing in front of a public tcbool bonae, weeping as if her heart would break. "Tell us what's the matter." The child turned two highly inflamed orbs up at the old Samaritan, and then stammered between her sobs: " All the girls in my class were raccinated last week, and mine's the only one that hasn't took." " There are two sides to everything," ■aid the lecturer. " I repeat it, there are two sides—" At this juncture a tired looking little man stood up in the front seat to say: " Well, if you've no objection, I will just step out and see if there are two sides to this hall. I know there is an load*, and if I find there is an outside, you'll know it by me not coming back. You needn't be alarmed if 1 shouldn't return." And as he walked up the aisle he was followed by the admiring eyes of the whole au dience. Their sympathies were with him, bnt they were deficient In moral courage. ■ass. IV. yen want a receipt for that terrible mystery Known to the world a* boarding-house hash? Take remnants of meals now passed into his tory, Pulverise down to indigestible mash. Pieces ol gristle and hits ofVdd calico, A little whit lsather not chopped very fine ; An old rubber shoe that wouldn't make " har icot," Chunk* of cold later* an 1 a mety fork line. Oecasi at) chicken bane*, picked down to nndity, A ali© of raw no ton to season Its crudity. Hrveral shirt huttn and a hairpin or two. Hneh MI interminable mttttp will certainly do ' Bash, hash, hash, hash I With a pair of old orsrall-, and plenty of fit Tori n j, A little cold liver wl ha bit of Its gall. Est of this oompound without ynor fkith wavering? *">?il boarding-bouse hash Is the tram of it all. iVew Wares Jteytow.