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The Fall of the Rain.
The summer rain, tho gentle summer rain I
O'er the meadows, o'er the grasses of the
It pours 'mid the chestnuts of the lane,
O'er tho homlocks, the pine trees and the
And tho orchards of tho apple and the poach.
Its soft, refreshing nectar it distills
O'er the pasturos, o'er tho hollows of tho hills,
Tho trickling, shrunken current of tho brook—
A thread of silver gushing in its nook—
With a rushing flood it fills.
Ah 1 tho soft descending rainfall of tho spring I
Now it makes the forost melodies to ring.
' tilow the birds with sudden rapture sing,
While the swelling buds and blooms
Their verdant wreaths, their rosy garlands
O or the trees, till the woodlands are aglow
With blossoms red as wiue, whito as snow,
Delicious with perfumes.
The crystal autumn rain, how it pours 1
Thro' the foliage, o'er the grassy, forest floors
Like a torrent it descends.
It is color'd with tho glories of tho year
With scarlet leaves and yellow leaflets sere,
And when with the rivulet it blends,
All its crystal, limpid purity is lost,
Where in woods tho curronts turbulent are tost.
Tho winter rain, wintor rain, how it sweeps 1
How it sweeps o'er tho billowy, snowy heaps !
How it freezes as it falls in the blast,
"Till a shield adamantino hard is cast
Round the trees, like a burnished coat of mail,
Iron-hard, form'd of ice-sleet and tho haiL
Then bright jewels are form'd on each stem,
Creamy pearls, and the pure-diamond gem,
Tho topaz, tho ruby crimson-bright,
That twinkle and flash in tho rosy light.
A LITTLE WILLFUL,
" Engaged!" said Mrs. Buddington,
breathlessly. "And to a woman whom
yon know so little of! Oh, Frank,
Frank! How recklessly you men fling
your lives about!"
Doctor Buddington smiled. Men as
a rule do not like to be lectured, but
Doctor Buddington would endure more
of this mental discipline from his pretty
sister in-law than from any other living
So he stood there, with folded arms,
leaning against the ruby velvet dra
peries of the mantel, while Mrs. Tom
Buddington clipped the dead leaves off
her roses and shook her little crepe
hQad at him warningly.
" I don't suppose I know all about
her," said he. "But a man might have
a society acquaintance with a girl for
ten years and really acquire very little
knowledge of her true self. We all
have to take our risks, Georgie, yon
" One of your charity patients, I sup
pose," said Mrs. Buddington, scorn
" You are wrong there, Georgie,''
said the doctor, with invincible good
humor. "I met her first at one of the
Thursday evening readings at the hall."
" Oh, I forgot your philanthropic
enterprises," said Mrs. Buddington,
elevating her pink nose—"where the
lame, the blind and the halt are all
tumbled in together I"
" She is a working-girl," said Doctor
Buddington. ''And she is in Madame Fa
vassi's embroidery and worsted store.
And her name is Angela Adams. And
she lives with her mother in a cheap
boarding-house on Eighth avtnue. And
new you know all about it I"
"All 1" Mrs. Buddington made two
round arches of her eyebrows. "I sup
pose—although you haven't mentioned
it—that she is pretty ?"
"As beautiful as an angel," said Doc
tor Buddington, enthusiasrically.
"Oh, dear, dear!" said Mrs. Budding
ton, shaking her head. "I'm afraid
you've arrived at tho desperate stage of
the disease, Frank 1 A shop girl in an
avenue boa: ding-house, and beautiful
as an angel!"
And she drew a long sigh of despair.
Just about the time Doctor Budding
ton was running the gauntlet of his
sistor-in-law's half-serious criticisms
Angela Adams was confiding to her
mother the new life which had just
dawned on her life.
" Angela, you don't mean it I" said
poor Mrs. Adams. "It can't be pos
Mrs. Adamswaspale and attenuated
and shabby, with great hollows under
her check-bones, and eyes that glowed
beneath their brows like smoldering
Angela was tall and graceful, with
shining nut-brown hair, limpid brown
eyes and a delicate! complexion,
" where rose and lily strove together
for mastery," as the old poet says:
"I do mean it 1" said Angela. " And
it is possible I He loves me and wants
me to bo his wife."
" Oh, heaven be praised for this I" ]
eagerly exclaimed Mrs. Adams. " Doo-!
tor Bnddington is a rich gentleman,
who can place my jewel in a casket
worthy of her brilliance. He has both
* social position and dignity. He is one
whose notice would be a oredit to any
girl. Did you tell him, darling, how
honored you were at his preference 7"
The sudden crimson flamed into An
gela's oheek; her eyes glittered.
"Honored, mamma!" she exolaimed.
"It Indeed, not There is no man
living by whose gracious preference I
should feel - honored I"
" Angela I"
" Doctor Buddington is very kind,"
said the girl, reoklessly. And I do
not deny that I like him. But he is
one of onr uncanonized saints. And I
am human. I like to danoe, to go to
parties, picnics, excursions. I delight
in admiration, spirit, life. And," with
an uplifting of her lovoly young head,
"I do not propose to tako the veil dur
ing all the rest of my life nnder the
pretense of marrying. He need not
think that becanso I went once or twice
to the evening roadings that I intend
to devote the rest of my days to theol
ogy, lam not one of those soft, mal
leable human creatures who can be
molded into any shape or form. lam
Angela Adams. And those who cannot
tako mo just as I am had better let me
Mrs. Adams looked fairly appalled.
" Angola !" she cried. " Daughter I
Are you crazy ?"
"Mamma," said she, " I did not in
tend to indulge in such a tirade when I
began. But 1 have only expressed my
real sentiments, and now I must go back
to the store, so good-bye!"
And with a loving kiss she left the
warm little room where poor Mrs.
Adams spent most of her time on a not
particularly comfortable sofa.
Angela Adams was not unlike a half
tamed wild animal. Shy, sensitive,
distrustful of herself, almost more than
of others, capable of almost limitless
affection, yet cold by intervals, her
moods varied with kaleidoscopic sud
"Yes," she said, within herself, "I
love him I But—docs he love me? Am
I worthy of a place in his heart? Onca
enthroned there, am I capable of retain
ing my position ? For I would rather
never bo loved than, once having loved,
to lose my scepter of command. Doc
tor Bnddington is grave, silent, self
contained. lam a trivial-natnred, un
trained child; nor would I for worlds
have him think me better than I am 1"
And so, naturally enough, there came
a time when their two natures jarred in.
"Of coarse, Angel," said Doctor
Buddington, unconsciously nsing her
name, " yon will not go to tho 'Sum
mer Night Festival?'"
" Why shouldn't I go?" rotorted An
gela, all the rebellious instincts of her
natnre rising up against his words.
" All tho other shop girls are going.
And the Hudson by moonlight would
be worthy of an artist's finest pencil I"
"Won't it be rather a mischievous
crowd ?" said Doctor Buddington, criti
" I do not plume myself on being an
aristocrat," said Angela, coldly.
"It isn't that, dear," argued the doc
tor. " But tho Favard girls and Miss
Belmont are going, with their cavaliers
—at least so lam told—and they are
scarcely the associates with whom I
could wish you to mingle.
"We think differently on that, as on
many other subjects," said Angela.
" Do not go, Angela 1" coaxed Doctor
Bnddington. "To oblige me, abandon
the festival 1"
"Not II" said Angela, l'ghtly. "I
love music and I am devoted to the
water, and I exalt in moonlight. I
shall go I"
Doctor Bnddington looked sadly at
the sweet, defiant young face. Was
Georgie right, after all? Was there
uu inharmonious chord in Angela's na
ture which would scatter discord
through their whole future lives ?
He was a man who, although gentle,
slow to decide, and judicially impartial,
was apt, now and again, to act on the
spnr of sndden impulse; and thns he
"Do as yon please," said he. " But
remember, Angela, that if yon go to
this snmmcr-night picnic it will be in
defiance of my plainly-expressed
wishes, and I shall interpret it in bnt
So he went away, leaving Angela
more determined than ever.
"I am not to be coerced like a child,''
she said. " And I will go I"
What a glorious night it was 1 The
moonlight like beaming gold, the trees
along the river bank fall of mystic
shadows, the band playiDg Strauss'
sweetest waltzes. The fact that Kate
Belmont had brought with her the
brother whom Angola so vehemently
disliked, was only a temporary damper
to her enjoyment. And she danoed,
dreamed, watched the golden line of
ripples that followed in their wake,
and tried to forget Doctor Budding
ton's face-and all the time she was
"Wo are to stop here for water,"
cried Kate Belmont rushing np to her,
" fifteen minutes. And there is a glen
with an ice-oold spring, and Dora Fa
vassi and I are going ashore. The
captain says there will be plenty of time
to gather maiden-hair ferns at the
spring. Yon will oome with as, An
And scaroely pausing to think An
gela joined the olnster of tumultuous
young girls who were hurrying aoross
the plank into tne woods.
" Kate I" she oried. " Dora, wait for
But aim oat before she knsw it she
j was by Hugo Belmont's side, in the
darksome recesses of the glade.
'' Where is the spring ?" she breath
lessly demanded. "Where are the
"It will be all right I" said Mr. Bel
mont, with the smooth, plausible smile
which she so disliked. "Don't hurry,
I beg 1 There is plenty of time. Take
my arm. I know of a short out
"But I don't like short outs 1" said
Angela, angrily, as she remembered that
she was alone with this man in the
woods. "Take me back at once I"
Mr. Belmont laughed in a sinister
" You don't like short cuts," said he,
"and you don't like me 1 But I like
you, my pretty princess, and Kate has
been obliging enough to play into my
hands. There they go back to the
steamer. They have hardly had time
enough to get much maiden-hair fern,
'' Let us hasten I" cried breathless
Angela. " There the boat whistles
But Mr. Hugo Belmont planted his
stalwart figure resolutely across the
"We are not going back," said he.
"Now don't tremble so, Angela—l know
some very pleasant people who live
down this road, and I am going to take
you there to spend the evening. All is
fair you know, my dear, in love and
Angela buret into a wild shriek.
" Help 1" she cried, spurning the
sneering villain away—"help ! help '
Oh, is there no one to hear me ?"
At that self-same second a tall, dark
figure seemed to glide like a shadow
across their path—Hugo Belmont fell
backward like a log, measuring his
length on the dewy grass, and Angela
felt her arm drawn resolutely through
that of—Dr. Frank Bnddington I
"You hero?" she cried, with a little
hystorio gasp. "Oh, Frank, I am so
glad—so thankful 1"
"We must walk quickly," he said, in
a low voice. " The steamer has already
sounded her signal of departure—we
have not a second to lose."
It was like a troubled dream—the
shifting moonlight, the dewy thickets,
the glisten of the river, the conscious
ness that they were once more afloat,
with the sweet clamor of "The Beauti
ful Bine Danube" again chiming in her
ears, the colored lights of the boat
shedding a rainbow-like glory on the
Doctor Buddington led her to a se
cluded seat, and stood in silenoe beside
her. She was very palo—she wrung her
"How came you on board?" she
asked, in a low tone.
" Because, Angela, I felt that you
needed a protector—because I did no*>
dare to trust my treasured lamb among
wolves. Do you know, dear," he added,
impressively, 4 ' that you have had a
most narrow escape?"
" Yes," she answered, shuddering.
"Oh, Frank, I have been so mad, so
willful, that I almost deserved the worst
which fate could award me. I have
been trying an experiment with my own
heart, and it has failed me. Dear Frank,
can you forgive me? Can you credit me
when I tell you that I shall never defy
your better judgment again?"
He stooped down in the shadow and
tenderly kissed her brow.
"My own darling," ho said, "I can
credit anything which is good and true
of you I You are only a little willful,
that is all."
" But I never will be willful again,''
she whispered, "for I love you, Frank;
and if mv folly had estranged you, I
should have been wretched for life."
And that was the end of Angela's ex
periments ; and Mrs. Dr. Bnddington is
the most graoeful and dignified of young
matrons, so that even Mrs. Qeorgie says,
" I never could have believed that she
could turn out such a perfect woman.
Frank, you were right, after all."—
Helen Forrest Graves.
An Editor's Fright.
A Paris editor was muoh bothered by
one of his staff who was constantly in
debt. At last to the gentleman's horror
he one night caught sight of the follow
ing paragraph in type for the next morn
ing paper: " The creditors of M. X
are hereby informed that he has
decided upon paying his debts, and
that they may, therefore, present
themselves at the caisse of this
journal to morrow nt 2. They will
form a line along the Rue Ros
sini, RueChanohant, Rue Lafayette and
Boulevard Hausseman. A picqnet of
eergeant-de-ville will keep order. The
Marseilles will not be allowed." Aghast
at this he went to see the chief. He
had gone from the oity, leaving express
orders (hat the paragraph should go
into next morning's paper. It was only
until the moment of going to press that
that sub-editor discovered that he had.
been made the victim of apraotiool joke
which was intended as a lesson.
" Ah, ha," said Mrs. Partington, "it
takes all sorts of folks to make a world,',
and I'm glad I'm not one of 'etn M
Boots vs. the Guillotine.
During the French Revolution, a feu
illetonists named Sohlaberndorf, who
possessed considerable ability as a
writer, by heartily espousing the cause
of the Girondists in all that emanated
from his pen, rendered himself obnox
ious to Robespierre, and at the dictation
of that fierce leader was incarcerated.
Whon the death-cart, one morning,
came to the prison for its load of those
who wore that day to be mercilessly
butcherod, Schlaberndorf's name was on
the list of the victims. The jailer in
formed him that suoh was the case, and
he dressed himself for his last ride very
nonchalantly and—he was extremely fas
tidious as to his personal appearance—
with great care. His boots, however,
ho could not find. Here, there, every
where, assisted by the jailer, he looked
for them to no avail.
" I am quite willing to be executed,''
said he to the jailer, after their fruit
less search, " but really I should be
ashamed to go to the guillotine without
my boots. Nor do I wish to detain this
excursion party," smiling grimly.
" Will it make any difference if my ex
ecution is deferred till to-morrow? By
that time I shall probably succeed In
finding my boots."
"I don't know that it will matter
particularly when you are guillotined,"
replied the functionary. " Suppose we
call it to-morrow, then ?"
" All right," and the jailer allowed
Schlaberndorf to remain, not unwill
ingly, as, owing to his universal good
humor, he was especially liked by jailer
The following morning, when the cart
drew up before the prison door for its
"batch" of victims, Schlaberndorf—
dressed cap-a-pie—stood waiting the
summons of the jailer to take his place
therein. But his name was not called
that morning nor the next nor the
fourth, nor, indeed, ever again. For, of
course, it was believed he had perished
on the original morning.
Till the sway of Robespierre ended he
remained in prison; then he regained his
liberty as did the rest of those, once
prisoners, whose heads had not fallen
beneath the blood-stained ax.— Youth's
Cultivating the Cork Oak.
In the "cork tree,'' that species of
oak whose elastio bark is of so muoh
practical value in the manufacture of
the familiar stoppers to the millions of
bottles and jars in which it is becoming
more and more the custom to preserve
all kinds of eatables and drinkables,
many of our colonies might find a
profitable object of agriculture. The
cork harvest in Spain, whioh, with
France, Poilugal and Italv, is the princi
pal source vraence we derive our supplies,
is becoming every yoar more scanty,
owing to the gresd of growers who have
injured the stock of trees by stripping
them of their bark too frequently. The
tree which produces the mo3t valuable
cork does not come to maturity for a
quarter of a century, and can only be
barked to advantage every eight or ten
years; bnt the temptation to make
rapid profits has been too great to with
stand, and the result has been the in
jury or rain of many plantrtions. Some
of the quick-growing varieties produce
an inferior, porons kind of corks, but
the best are the slowest of growth.
England alone imp >rts some 10,000
tons of cork per annum, and the quan
tity is yearly ■creasing, notwithstand
ing the introduction of many substi
tutes for corks, such as plugs of wood,
whose fibers have been specially soft
ened for tho purpose, india rubber and
other contrivances. The French gov
ernment, seeing the desirability of
securing as large a share of this trade
as possible, havo for several years
past givon special encouragement
to the formation of plantations of
the cork oak in Algeria, ana the same
thing will, no doubt, bo done in Tunis,
but the tree will grow equally well in
India, Central America, the West In.
dies, many parts of Africa and Austra
lia, and in tho South Sea islands, and
planters in our possessions there might
lay tho foundation of a profitable in
dustry by introducing some of these
trees and starting their systematic cul
tivation. The tree, besides being a
nqost valuable oneand easily cultivated,
is of magnificent growth, and would
form an ornament in any landscape.—
Colonies and India.
Finishing n Canal Begun 2,500 Years
Spraking of the Corinth canal, which
has just been commenced, a London
paper fays: Perhaps the most interest
ing feature of the work is to be found
in the fact tbat General Turr is follow
ing, without the variation of a foot, the
route laid cut by the engineers for Nero
1,80(1 years ago. Nero was not the ear
liest worker, however. Pcrlander is
said to have projeotedtuobacanul 2,500
years ago, and three centuries after
ward Demetrius Poliooetes revived the
scheme, but was dissuaded by the rep
resentations of his engineers that, as
the sea in the Gulf of Corinth was
higher than in the Saronio gulf, tho
water would ran through the canal and
drown out M pina and the other islands
on the east Ceasar had a plan for oanali
' zing the isthmus, and Caligula sent an
officer to explore the route, but went no
further. Nero made a serious endeavor
to perform the work, which endeavor is
thus described: Having raided a hymn.
Luoian tells us, to Amphitrite and Po
seiden, and sung a brief song to Meli
eerte and Leuootbea, he thrice struck
the ground with golden spado, and set
his army to work at the trench, while a
corps of convicts tackled the rocky
ridge. After twelve days' work, how
ever, Nero left Greece to quell an insur
rection, and the cutting was abandoned.
The lines of the trench in the low land
still remain, the ditch being 130 feet
wide, and there are cuttings in the lime
stone at different levels, all of which,
with the twenty-six wells sunk to
try the rock and the large cistern
to furnish water for the workmen, have
been utilized by the French engineers.
According to Dio Cassias, when Nero
turned the iirst sod blood gushed from
the earth and dismal groanings were
heard; and Pausanius records that all
the presumptuous engineers and con
tractors had been slain by the gods. It
is likely enough that the Corinthian
priests worked on the fears of
the superstitious to prevent the
construction of a canal which
wonld make the stay of visitors
briefer and their offerings smaller in
amount; but the people were always
convinced of the importance of such a
work, and indeed built a dioloes or
polished way across the isthmus, on
which ships were drawn from one har
bor to another. As, according to Paus
anius, the Isthmian sanctuary was situ
ated at or very near the shortest line
across the isthmus, it is not unlikely
that in the work of cutting the canal
important Graeco-Roman archselogical
discoveries may be made.
What Italian Doctors Claim.
Three physicians in the city of Milan,
Italy—Professor Gervasoni, Doctor Tu
lao and Doctor Krebs—claim to have
discovered an infallible cure for hydro
phobia. Nothing is given out as to the
nature of the remedy and treatment,
but the physicians named propose to
afford the world—at least the Americaa
part of it—indubitable proofs of the value
of their discovery. They are willing
to come to any city of America, and to
nllow one of their number to be
bitten by an unmistakably rabid
dog, and to perform the euro
publicly and under the eye of the most
capable observers. A New York jour
nal says: "They exact three conditions
before coming: 1. They want to be sure
that their cure, if successful, will be
generally accepted. 2. That after the
first favorable trial even greater experi
ments with animals and human beings
shall be made, they agreeing to find the
human victims. 3. That their success
shall reap a substantial pecuniary re
ward. They appeal to all persons in
terested in the cause of humanity to aid
them in the realization of this project
by communicating with them."
A Mexican Urarejard.
It may have been the doleful effect of
the eermon that decided us to drive
over to the Mexican graveyard, says a
correspondent. It is of small compass
and rests on the side of a mountain.
The Texans tell us death occurs here
from the too frequent use of tho six
shooter, rather than disease. The size
of this graveyard, or "el murto," cor
roborates this statement. It seems im
possible for the Mexicans to free them
selves from adobe, even after death. The
bodies are placed in adobe tombs to
keep them from the coyotes that infest
this region. Some of these tombs are
already almost completely demolished
by these hungry animals. Tho brick
look light and as though easily crum
bled, but on trying to move one I found
it as heavy as a stone of the same size.
Blocks of wood, bearing Spanish in
scriptions, were inserted in the heads
of the tombs. They take no pains to
beautify their "el murto." Inside a
green railing was bnried an American
mother and child. The gate of the lot
was pallocked, an unnecessary precau
tion, as the railing was low enough to
scale or light enough to betaken up and
carried off, padlock and all.
Heathen Children and Tomato Catsup.
Sometimes things get mixed, and
nicely too, if not quite so neatly as was
done by the printer of a Canadian news
paper who tagged part of a receipt for
tomato catsup on the opening para
graph of an article on Catholicism in
Africa, with the following result: •' The
Roman Catholics claim to be making
material advances in Africa, esp>cially
iu Algeria, where they have 183,000 ad
herents, and a missionary society for Cen
tral Africa. Daring the past three years
the; have obtained a firm footing in the
interior of the continent, and have sent
forth several missionaries in the eqna
torial regions. They are accustomed
to begin their work by buying heathen
children and educating them. The
easiest and best way to prepare them is
to first wipe them with a clean towel;
then plaoe them in dripping pans and
bake them until they are tender. Then
you will have no difficulty in rubbing
them through the sieve, and will save
them by being obliged to out them in
•lions and oook for several boors. 1 '
H*ane Predlctneiita Out at Which the lutora
Oat by the Hkln of Their Teeth.
Three lads, James Horan, John Ebart
and Hensel Woods, were attempting to
cross the Ohio river at Louisville in a
skiff when their boat was drawn by the
undertow into the rapids above the falls.
People on the shore saw the boys sud
denly bend to their oars as if rowing for
life. They palled long and hard, bat were
drawn down. In the rapids at this sea
son of the year the yellow water is beaten
into white foam and whirlpools, seize
whatever comes in their way. The spec
tators saw the skiff sacked ander by
one of these whirlpools, its occupants
also disappearing. A moment later the
boat came to the surface bottom up and
the boys were seen clinging to the keeL
The current was drawing them straight
toward the falls, where death was certain
unless they should be rescued. Besoae
was attempted by the life-saving crew
at the station there, bat the life-boat
got into a whirlpool and made no
progress. Seeing that help must
bo rendered quioklv, two young men
Philip Ernest and Olsin Ally—shoved
off in a third boat, while the excited
crowd cheered repeatedly. Then there
began a close race for life, the over
turned boat being near the falls and that
of the rescuers shooting down the rapids
like an engine down an incline. When
the latter had won and the half
drowned lads had been drawn into the
third boat the outburst from the shore
seemed greater than the roar of waters.
The row back was slow and as full
of danger as the czar's path, but
the shore was gained in safety.
While Engineer Webb was driving
his detached locomotive along the track
near Hartford, Conn., the other day, ha
saw that the locomotive of a train on a
siding projected somewhat upon hia
rails. He knew that there must be a
smashnp and so jumped for his life, tha
fireman following. The released en
gine at once started on a wild run. It
strnck the projeoting locomotive, but
kept the track. The 6hock threw
open the throttle and let on a
full head of steam. Away
then went the runaway like a flash. A
telegraph operator saw the curious ao
cident and hurriedly dispatched for
everything to clear the track. A switch
man who saw the runaway coming at
the rate of " thousand miles a minute,"
as he expressed it, tried to switch the
locomotive off, but was not in time.
The wild steed rolled on into the Hart
ford depot yard. Engineer Newton and
his fireman were just getting their engine
and tender off the main track. Huge
masses suddenly uprearcd in air amid a
cloud of steam, smoke and dust. Then
it was seen that the runaway had struck
Newton's tender, that both had been de
railed and that Newton's looomotive
hail in turn been sent rumbling away
without a man to direot or oheok it.
But the seoond runaway was short
lived, for Newton's engine struck and
demolished a third, bringing things to
a stand-still. There were lively times
' all al.jng the track, yet no one was
A number of carpenters began tearing
ont the floor of the old Gampbellite
church in Dallas, Texas, the congrega
tion having Fold the property to a busi
ness firm. While the removal of the
floor was going on a piece of cil-oloth
about three feet square a as discovered,
and in the folds of the cloth was
some hard substance. The workman
who had found the object drew his fel
lows around him by his exclamations and
unrolled the cloth in their midst. Three
round packages were revealed. The
finder did not know what the packages
contained and was about to toss them
into a corner when some one shouted
'•That looks like dynamite!" The man
who held the explosive had sense
enough to p ace it soltly down during
the stampede that followed. After awhile
the workmen mustered up the courage to
look fnrther. Each piece of dynamite
was more than a foot in length and two
inches diameter. Two bot 1-s of nitro
glycerine were fonnd also, as was a fall
set of burglars' tools. The carpen
ters were so much excited over their
nairow escape that they hesitated
awhile before they e mid be induced to
go on with their work. It was evident
that burglars had used the ohurch as a
Mr. Thomas Hughes, according to the
Liverpool Courier, is financially ruined
by the failure of the ltagby colony in
Tennessee. It is alleged that Mr.
Hagbes was duped and flittered into
the enterprise by B harpers in the United
Away has been found for making old
postal Girds useful. Out lengthwise
into strips about an eighth of an* inch
wide they make excellent lamp-lighten,
whioh burn readily, do not thaow off
sparks, and lease aoaroejj a trace of
There is a boy in Columbia county,
N. Y., who bas living a great-great
grandmother,three great grant mothers,
two grandmothers, and two grandfath
ers. If that boy isn't spoiled it will bet