TTTiat Time Is It 9
Time to do veQ;
Time to live better;
Give up a grudge;
Answer that letter;
Speak that kind word to awoeten a Borrow,
Do that good deed, girls, you would leave till
to-morrow.
Time to try hard
In that new situation;
Time to bnild up, boys,
On solid foundation;
Give op needlessly changing aud drifting,
Leaving the quicksands that evor aro shifting.
What time is it ?
T.ms to be earnest,
Laying up treasure;
Time to be thoughtful,
Choo ing true pleasure,
loving to do right, of truth being fond ;
Mating your word just as good as your bond.
Time to be happy,
Doing your best;
Time to be trustful,
Leaving the rest;
knowing in whatever country or clime,
Ne'er oan we call back one minute of time.
—Christian at Work.
The Leaf of Geranium.
It is very strange when wo come to
think of it on what small cogs and
pivots the wheels of fate run, and what
* slight jar will da toward changing the
Whole machinery and set it to tnrninr
In an entirely different direction. :t
sras a geranium leaf that altered toe
wfaole course of my life. Bnt for the
bivial leaf picked by a young girl in a
ihongVless mood, I should not >e sit
ting here to-day in this pleasant fining,
loom, where the snn comes in through
the vine wreathtd windows tnd falls
spon the geranium pots iisside; and
this little girl would not be upon my
knee, nor yonder red-cheeked maiden
- Mi the veranda with young Bmithers;
. V*d neither wonld that very handsome
matron who just passed into the parlor
lave been in her present situation.
If you will listen an hour or so I will
tell yon my story. It was just twenty
fears ago this summer that I fell in
•ove with Carrie Dean. She was twenty,
>ne and I twenty-seven both old
inough to know what we meant and
what we were abont—at least I was, bnt
Darrie was such a little coquette I used
to think she had no mind of her own.
Oh, bnt she was lovely ! —all rose
•olored and white, and brown tressed,
ind pearly-teethed, with the roundest,
plumpest fignre, as graceful as a fairy
b every movement, and with beautiful,
ihapely hands that were a constant de
light to the eyes. "
I was just home from college, and she
was on a v-isit to my stepmother, her
runt, and my half-sister, Lilla, and her
music.
I had seen a good many girls in my
•even years at college, and some of the
belles of the land; bnt I had never yet
bad my heart stirred by any woman's
yos as Carrie Doan stirred it when her
glance met mine in greeting; and the
•onch of her soft fingers completely set
tne afloat on the sea of love.
I was her slave from that hour— not
ber slave eithor, but her passionate
lover and worshiper. And of conrse
ihe knew it, and of course, being a
sbrisbed coquette, she queened it over
Ue right royally.
There was Fred Town, the country
physician, and Tom Delano, the hand
tome young farmer, both as badly off as
[ was; nd a pretty time we had of it.
Fred and I—old chums in former
Jays—were at swords' points now, and
hated each other splendidly for a few
weeks. And Tom I held in the utmost
contempt, and railed at them both
Whenever opportunity presented itself,
for Carrie's edifloation, after the man
ner of men, and was repaid by seeing
her bestow her sweetest smiles and
glaaoes upon them the next time they
met.
Fred drove a splendid span of bays, 1
and almost every day they dashed up
the avenne, and dashed out again with
Miss Carrie's added weight. And Tom
was on hand nearly every evening, and
abe was jnst as sweet to one as the
other, and jnst the same to me ; and
that was what maddened me.
I was not to be satisfied with a "wid
ow's third" by any means, and I told
her so at last, and asked her how the
matter was to be Bettled.
" 1 love you better than those brain
less fope know how to love," I said,
hotly; "and now decide between us."
She had listened to my love oonfes ■
sion with blushing cheeks and down
cast eyes; but when I said this she
turned defiantly on me.
" They are no more fops than yon
are," she said, "even if they have not
spent seven years in college. They
are gentlemen, and I oan't say that for
every man of my acquaintance."
And here she shot the door between
as with a slam and left me to my pleas
ant mediations, and halt an hoar later
I■ met her at the gate with Fred,
going out for a ride, which was very
aggravating, I ntut ocnfoM.
I thought over my condnct that
night, and concluded that I bad been a
brute. The next morning I found Car
rie at the dining room window alone,
and sought hu side She bad her
bud among fhe leaves of a swots'
BOWS ted geranium, and just aa IF*
proaohed she plucked a leaf and
it among her braids. I remember 0 *
bright and green it looked amors *ke
I dark looks.
" Carrie," I began, "I fear I 08 ver 7
rnde yesterday."
"I know you wore," she aw*' looking
indifferently out of the win o *-
This was a bad beginnip* but I went
on:
"Bnt, Carrie, I love *> n and when
I see you with that Fr* —"
But heio Miss Car 10 tu rned on her
heel.
"I am not go*B to listen to you
while you slander 30 ? friends," she said.
"When yon oan speak respectfully of
Mr. Town, I wi* return;" and here she
left me again.
I le't the l*nse then and did not re
turn till aft*noon. As 1 oame up the
path, Ime Tom Delano. Poor fellow,
he lookor'like the last rose of summer
after a ran.
" God-bye, old fellow," he said,
gloom'y; " I'm going away. She has
sent he off and I oan't stay in the place.
I hipe yon are the happy one—l do,
ho'est, Al. She said her heart was
gjten to another, and it is either yon or
Jred. I hope it is you, and God bless
/on I"
Here Tom dashed away and left me
staring after him in amazement.
"Given her heart to another!" I re
peated, with a great pain in my chest
somewhere. "Well, it is evident that I
am not the other, and that Fred is.
Poor Tom—poor me 1 The best thing 1
can do is to follow suit and leave too. I
can never see her the wife of another,
and the sooner I am off the better."
So I went moodily up to my room
and packed a satchel, and got all things
in readiness for a speedy departure.
On my my way up I met Carrie jast
emerging from her room, arrayed in
her jaunty riding habit, and I oonld
hear Fred's deep tones shonting
" Whoa!" down in the yard below.
I watched her trip down the stairs
and out of sight, thinking it was the
last time I should see her for years,
perhaps forever.
When I had strapped the last buokle
on mv satchel and all was in readiness, I
went down to say good bye to father,
mother and Lilla. Lilla was not indoors,
and my parents looked at me in amaze
ment.
" But, Allen, my son," pleaded father,
" I had thought you would enter into
business with me. There is a grand
opening for yon, and I have held tho
position in reserve."
" I thank you for all that, but I want
to travel a year or two before going into
business," was all I could answer ; and
my father gave up in despair.
Lilla was still absent; bnt it was
quite dark, and the train would leave in
half an Lour, BO I left a "good-bye" for
ber, and passed out into tho ball-
It was a long, narrow hall, reaching
the whole length of tho house, and with
several rooms opening into it; bnt as
yet it was nulightod and a3 dark as
Egypt.
About half way through it I heard
the street-door open and shut, and a
moment later ran full against some one
who was entering.
"It is Lilla," I thought, and reaohing
out my arms canght her between tbem.
" Is it yon, Lilla?" I said.
But she did not answer, only twined
her two arms abont my neck.
"Why, little sister," I said, softly,
" do yon love me so muoh?"
For Lilla was not demonstrative as a
usual thing, and I was surprised at her
movement.
"Oh, better than all the world
beside, Allen!" she said, in a whisper.
And then, as I lifted the face to my
lips, the sweet odor of geranium per
fumed the air, and my heart gave a
great leap.
It was Carrie, not Lilla, whom I held
in my arms!
She was trying to disengage herself
now, but I suddenly caught her light
form in my two stout arms, and, open
ing the library door, I carried her into
the brilliantly-lighted room. Her face
was hot with blushes now and her eyes
full of tears.
" You are too bad," she Bobbed, "and
I hate you I"
But just then she noticed my travel
ling attire, and paused abruptly.
"Why, where are you going?" she
asked, with interest.
11 1 was going awav, nover to return,"
I answered; " but since you said what
you did in the hall I have changed my
mind."
Carrie poutod.
"I was only speaking for Lilla."
" Then I shall go, shall I, and leave
yon to marry Fred."
" I detest Fred," she cried.
" And you love me better than allths
world ?"
Yes."
80 the flirt was oonquered at last, and
I WHS the victor.
" But how did you know it was no'
; Lilla?" she asked as we sat together.
| "By the geranium leaf that I sawyo<
put in your hair this morning."
" And bat for that you would hav<
gone away and not come back for years?
"Tee; perhaps never come back, but
for that telltale leaf."
" Then we will keep this leaf always,"
she said, taking it from her hair.
And so we have. I procured a little
golden box, and there it is to-day, one
of onr dearest treasures.
Of oourse I married Carrie, and of
oourse that bloomiDg matron is she.
* * *
Tom Delano didn't die of a broken
heart, but married a lovely girl out
West a few months after his departure ;
and Fred Town is our family physloian,
and has a pretty wife of his own.
The Temple of Diana.
At Ephesus, the capital of the twelve
lonian cities in Asia Minor, stood this
famous temple of Diana. The edifice
was burned down on the night in
which Alexander was born. It was
sot fire to by Eratostratus, a native of
Ephesns, with no other view than to
immortalize his name. His townsmen,
however, passed a decree forbidding
his name to be mentioned; nor would
it have been known unless Theopampns
bad introduced it into his writings.
Henoe the incendiary has oome down
to our times as "the youth that fired
the Ephoiian dome."
Alexander made an offer to rebuild
the temple, provided he oould inscribe
hie name on the front, which the Ephe
sians refused. Aided, however, by the
whole of Asia Minor, they erected a
still mere magnificent temple, which
occupied them 220 years. Pliny do
scribes it as 425 feet by 220 broad. Cher
siphorn was the architect. It was built of
cedar, cypress and even gold; and
within it were treasured offerings to
the golden Diana, the value of wbioh
almost exceeded computation. Nero is
said to have despoiled the temple of
many of these treasures; but it ex
isted until it was finally burned by the
Goths, A. D. 5G—268, Vitruvius con
siders this temple as the first edifice in
whioh architecture was brought to per
fection, and the first in whioh the lonio
order was employed.
Ephesns, once the pride of Asia, is
now represented by a poor village of a
few oottages, and a castle and mosque
built with fragments taken from the
ruins of Ephesus, half a mile distant.
The stadium (now converted into a corn
field), the theatre, the circus and the
magnificent gymnasium may all be dis
tinguished in outline, and their area
is strewed with fine fragments.
There is a particular part of the en
tablature of a Corinthian tem
ple, whioh, in the riohness and variety
of its ornaments, as well as in their fine
execution, has perhaps never been sur
passed. Bat itis not withont difficulty,
and even donbt, that we can determine
the spot where stood that prond boast
of antiquity—the temple sacrod to
Diana of the Ephesians. All that con
stituted the splendor of this edifice—
its columns, of which 127 were tho gifts
of kings, its works of art, comprising
the masterpiece of Apellos and Praxi
teles, and the one aolamn sculptured
by Soopas—have disappeared. After
the great temple had been repeatedly
pillaged by the barbarians, Justinian re
moved the oolnmns to adorn the chnroh
of St. Sophia, at Constantinople. The
temple site can now be identified
only by the marshy spot on whioh it
was erected, and by the prodigions ex
tent and magnitude of the arohea raised
as a foundation. The vaults formed by
tbem compose a sort of a labyrinth.
There is not an apartment entire. Bnt
walls of immense blocks of marble, in
the front of wbioh are perforations
wherein were sank the shanks of the
brass and silver plates with whioh the
walls were faced— these and shafts of
columns are all that remain of this
splendid edifloe, onoe pointed ont as
that whioh all Asia worshiped when
the people oried ont in their dnthnsi
asm, "Great is Diana of the Ephesians,
to whom snoh a temple belonged 1"
The .Gypsy King.
Charles Dn<l ley Warner, in recent let.
ter from Granada, Spain, Baya: I went
the other evening to see a gypsy danoe
and to hear the king of the gypsies
play. The king, who wears the dress of
an ordinary Spaniard, is a man of some
fprty five years, very dark complexion,
and, nnlike any other of his race 1 hav
seen, with a fine head and good fea
tares, and a oommanding and dignified
bearing. I had heard that he is the
best gnitar player in Europe, and that
he has refused offers to go to the oapi
tela. He oertainly handled the instru
ment as I never saw it handled by any
one else, and made it sing and almost
speak, and in a sort of articulation of
the airs he rendered, in a most remark
able manner. Most of the compositions
he gave were gitana dances, bat he
played one piece with exquisite pathbs
and feeling. It was, he said, a marehi
(uuebre, El ultimo, Buapiro del More
(The last sigh of the Moor)—a mournful
tod touching reminiscence of the do
parture of Boadbil from his lost capital
iiea he turned back from a sandy kne'
i,n the other side of the Vega to lec
i is last upon the towers of the Alhai
I 'a.
A MISSISSIPPI ROXAXCE.
Raw Captain Aibnrr an Recognises bp
One r Ills Beneficiaries.
A letter from "Flora" to the Dubuqne
(Iowa) Herald contains the following re
cital of a pleasant romanoe: We boarded
the Minneapolis for a ride np the Mis
sissippi. Fonr of as girls, and unat
tended by a gentleman. Afraid? Not
much, for we had heard of the real good
natnred Captain Anbury down below. 1
don't moan down below referred to in
the new version, but on tho lower river.
This is his first season on the npper
river, and to make a long story short he
is jnst lovely; one of the girls thinks
him really handsome. I, for my part,
liked hi* brown faced, robust look, in
dicating experience on the mighty river
whose waters lave the jetties and so
far beyond the gulf. Well, Captain
Asbury has had experience on the Mir
sissippi thirty years a river mariner
—jnst think of it—three decades—and
iu that time what wonders havo taken
place; the civil war that shook and
shocked the world, but all is peace
again, and wiih it came the telephone,
eleotrio light and a thousand other in
ventions for man's comfort and- happi
ness. And during that thirty years
Captain Asbury has seen 1 lie Mississippi
change as he has a child from the
cradle up. He has Been islands grow
almost spontaneously out of the water,
and in a season or two, as it were, cov
ered with large trees; he hw traversed
the channel on one side of the liver
ono year and compelled to seek safety
for his boat on the otlur side the next
year. Wonderful, isn't it ! But it
plainly tells us tint all things on this
earth change and which admonishes us
to be good.
Last evening the weather was de
lightfully cool, the stars shone brightly,
the north star just ahead of us as the
proud steamer floated along its serpen
tine course, while the large black
bluffs loomed up like sentinels of pro
tection, and their peaks seemed to
crush the angry olouds from the west,
as if exerting themselves to head off an
impending rainstorm, and perhaps a
young cyclone. We girls were all
seated around the captain, as if craving
his protection, and we were delighted
with the yarns he was telling us about
this great river. Interested ? I guess
we were. We didn't caro a flg for the
gayety going on in the' cabin, although
the inspiring musio of the waltz occa
sionally arrested our attention, and for
a moment lose the thread of the cap
tain's story. Seated near us was a lady
and her daughter, about nineteen years
old. She, too, was listening to Cap
tain Asbury's yarns. They were about
his adventures on the river, his trials
and tribulations, his joys and sorrows.
" About eighteen years ago," be said,
"when I was running between St. Loui?
and Keokuk, there came on the boat at
Hannibal ono of the most handsome
young women I had seon in all my life.
She had a little girl with her more
handsome than she was. The lady
came up to me, for she was a lady, and
asked me to take her to Keokuk, as
she desired to go to Burlington to her
friends, and that she had not a cent in
the world with which to pay her fare.
Her pleading eyes were too much for
mine, and I bade the clerk consign her
to a stateroom as it was in the night
The boat~was delayed by a heavy fog,
and we were compelled to lay to at the
bank until long after daylight. The
lady approached, and thanked me ever
so much, and told mo that she was the
wife of a Confederate oaptain who had
been shot and killed by a party of scouts
or guerillas, her home had been robbed
and burnt and she, with her child, suc
ceeded in fleeing from the soene of
carnage, and was the next day brought
to Hannibal by a kind farmer, in whose
house she had Bought protection.
Girls, that woman's story and wrongs
and suffering made my heart softer. I
know it did, and I put my band into
my pocket and gave her a S2O green
back. for I thought she needed it.
Well, I haven't seen or heard of her
inoe, but I hope she is happy, and that
iittle girl of hers a handsome grown
up woman." The lady who was listen
ing to the oaptain's little story, arose
from her chair, and. taking the hand of
her daughter, approached the oaptain,
saying : " Tea; we are both happy, and
I will have you judge about the good
looks of the grown up daughter, for
here she is." Captain Asbury stood up
as if struok as dumb as the fellow who
caused the maiden to hurl herself off
yonder rook, for we were near
that noted landmark. He peered
into the lady's face, plainly dioernible
by the reflection of the eleotrio light, in
utter astonishment. The captain re
cognised the lady and even the grown
up young lady, and expressed himself
pleased to see them again. After mu
tual greeting and an introduction to us
girls, the lady, Mrs. Russell, who now
resides in Hew Tork, went into the
oabin and soon returned npon the
"root" with a piece of paper in her
hand, which she handed to the oaptain.
It was a check for S2OO, which she de
sired to return to him for his kindneei
eighteen years ago. Oaptain Asbury
refused the proffered oheok, and nc
persuasion could indaoe him to accept
it. Of oourse Mrs. and Miss Bossell
were admitted to our circle, and onr
trip up the river made more joyous tban
ever, as she proved to be a vory intelli
gent and worthy lady, and wealthy, and
her daughter proved to be as lovely in
disposition as she was beautiful in face
and form.
CLIPPINGS FOB THE CURIOUS.
Q ieen Victoria weighs 200 pounds.
Two harnessed crocodiles tamely drew
a wagon into Atlanta.
It costs the United States about
8125,000,000 every year to go to Eu
rope.
A German scientist finds that the
true color of perfectly distilled pure
water is a fine, deep blae-green.
Plateau, the eminent French natural
ist, finds that a Jane bug can exert as
great a foroo in proportion to its size as
a locomotive.
Ten thousand tons of sand are an
nually dng from Neversink mountain,
near Beading, Pa., for use in the foun
dries of that plaoe.
A peach has been raised in Georgia
whioh measured eleven and thiee
qnarter inches in circumference and
woighed thirteen and one-half onnoes.
China claims to have invented cannon
1800 years ago. She seems to have
been satisfied with her first invention,
as sho has made no progress in cannon
making since.
Reaumur, who invented and gave his
name to a thermometer, by whioh he is
everywhere known, was a great natural
ist, publishing an exhaustive work on
insects. He died in 1757.
Mirabeau, doubtless one of the most
eloquent men that France ever pro
duced, was a member of the national
assembly in 1789, bnt died two years
later, in the midst of a most brilliant
oareer.
In the sixteenth century, when ex
plorers were haunted by the idea that
exhanstless wealth was to be fonnd in
the new world, a stone brought to
London, by an English sailor from the
Polar regions, was pronounced gold by
a "mineral man." Home fifteen vessels
immediately set sail for the north, to
return crestfallen, laden with worthless
yellow stones instead of gold.
Somebody with a perohant for coinci
dents has remmnbered that the three
fires most destructive of human life
daring the last quarter of a century—
those in Santiago, Brooklyn and Vienna
—all occurred in the month of Decem
ber; not oniy that, bat the Santiago
oathedral and Bing theatre were
burned on December 8, at the same
hoar, and the Brooklyn theatre was
burnod only three days earlier in the
month.
Dick Turpin No Ilero.
Everybody has read about Dick
Turpin, who was executed, not as has
been supposed for gallant robberies,
but for the lower orime of horse steal
ing. Instead of being an elegant fel
low, with an impulsive heart, Tarpin
was a low wretch, petty, selfish, oom
mon and brutal. The late Mr. Ains
worth made him a prominent character
of "Bookwood." In reality he was a
farmer's son in the county of Essex,
east of London, sent to a common
school, and apprenticed to a butcher
,n Whitechapel, the worst end of Lon
don oity, and there he became noted
for his brutal disposition, his love of
fighting, tackling people and cudgel
ing his horse. When his apprentice
ship expired he married a young
woman and returned to Essex oounty,
at Eastbam, and started the butchering
business ; and it ooourrod to him that
bo had better steal cattle than buy
them, and so he deliberately sold in
his shop the cattle of his neighbors;
and when two oxen were traced to him
and a warrant obtained, he jumped out
of the bock windows of his honse as the
oifioers entered the front door, and this
made him an outUw, his wife furnish
ing him will money to join a gang of
smugglers on tin coast.
This gang was brokon np by the
onstom honse ofiloers very soon ; and
then Tnrpin went to deer-stealing in
Epping forest, whioh lies to the north
oast of London, and in it were several
fine parks of gentlemen containing
deer. This business was not remunera
tive, and the band rosolved to be honse.
breakers; and, while one of them
knocked at the door, the others would
rush iu as soon as it was opened, and
make away with whatever they could
lay their hands on.
In the course of these adventures
thoy heard of an old woman in a village
who kept about £9OO in her bouse,
and when she oame to the door
they forced their way in, tied her
and her maid, and Tarpin told the
old woman that he would set her on
fire if she did not reveal where the
money was.
She, refusing, was actually
on the fire and kept there till her
tormenting pains made her point out
where she had oonoealed her gold, and
they stole £4OO and ran away. This
entirely disposes of the romantio origin
of Dick Tnrpin.— London Letter.
/ Throng* Life.
We alight the gift* that every aeaaon bears,
And let them (all unheeded from oar grasp
In oar great eagerueae to reach and elaap
The promised treasure of oar ooming yM*l
Or el*e vro monrn eome great good passed,
And in the shadow of our grief ahnt in,
Itofnae tho leaser good wo yet m y win,
The offered peace and gladness of to-day.
So through the chambers of oar lift we past,
And loave them one by one. anil never atapj
Not knowing bow mncli pleasantness there was
In each, until the closing of the door
Has sonn led through the bouae, and died away
And in our h< arts woaigh, "For ever more.''
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
No man wearies of the cares of state
quicker than he who serves in the State
prison.
The young skipper who takes a party
of girls out sailing should content him
self with hugging the shore.
Curlyle said that trifles were the
hinges of destiny, bat he never rued
any of them on his front gate.
"Don't put in no mnskeeter nettin'
for me," said Annt Hannah. "I don't
want to breathe no strained air."
Most people who visit Niagara Pedis
are disappointed in the roar. They ex
pect to hear something like the voioe of
a chairman at apolitical caucus.
An exchange says that "Henry Irving,
the actor, has two sons who will boat
him on tho stage." Henry should have
them bound over to keep the peaee.
"We stand at Life's west windows,
And tliiuk of the days that are gone"—
While tho grocer's boy licks the molassea,
And a pair of goats butt on the lawn.
"I was not bred for work," said a
foppish tramp to the farmer. "Very
well, then," replied ihe farmer, "let us
see if you can't work for bread."
A girl who sets oat to look graceful
in a hammock has as much work on
hand as the man who tries to be languid
with a sawlog following him down bill.
It is reported that a paint mine, com
prising five different oolors, has beea
discovered near Los Angeles. A rain
bow must have been buried in that
locality.
Rheumatic Mr. Burke bathed himself
in turpentine at Lyons, lowa, and then
lighted his pipe for a comfortable
smoke. When he got through smoking
he pnt the pipe away and went to bed.
Yon Bee, it didn't happen.
The small boy climbs the apple tree,
And, with delighted mien,
Down to his mates below doth be
Lot fall the apples groon.
Tboy grip the fruit with noisy glee,
Just wrested from the stem;
But soon with grim tenacity
The spple green grips tliem.
A man with a private Kbrary of
12.000 books is well fixed. He isn't
supposed to know anything and is never
aski d for information. It is the man
who has scraped together a £ozen vol
umes who is bored to death about the
popnlation of London and the name at
the undertaker who bnried Diogenes.
A jeweler has long dnnned a lady at
fashion for the amount of his big bill,
but in vain. When he rings the bell
the footman says, politely bat firmly:
"Sir, the conntess only receives on
Tuesdays." "I don't care when she
receives," thunders the irate and long
suffering oreditor; "what I want to
know is the day that she pays on I"
A good man onoe had in his garden
hree fine watermelons which were
pleasing to his sight. One night his
neighbor came and stole one of them,
which grieved the good man sorely;bat
he said within himself: "By kindness I
will make h : m ashamed so he will re
store that he hath taken." And he seat
and presetted his neighbor with the
second watermelon. Thereupon the
bad man reflected thus: "This person is
a simpleton, I will make hay while the
son shines;" and when night had oome
he went straightway and stole the third
watermelon and pat it where the other
two bad gone. Moral: This is not a
moral fable.
Sacrifice in India.
Human sacrifice is by no means the
obsolete custom it is supposed to be;
and arreent issue of the Hindoo Patriot
has information from Tripura Bartaba.
ha that a human sacrifice was offered to
the goddess Kali near Amlighatta sta
tion in Hill Tipperah. The inhabitants
of the place, in worshiping the black
goddess, thonght of sacrificing a human
being to satisfy the godless, and fixed
upon an nnfortnnate man for the sacri
fice. They then asked the oonsent of
his wife, who, onrionsly enough, said
she had no objection if they were ail
bent to offer him up as a sacrifice. The
man was carried to the plaoe of execu
tion by foree, and murdered. The son
of the deceased asked his mother
where his father was. The
mother replied that she oonsented to
his being sacrificed. He being her
other half, she had, she said, ever,
right to dispose of him in any manner
•he liked. The woman and other onlprits
are awaiting their trial before the mag
istrate of Sarnaohoora, who is a kins
man of the rjt.
Twenty-seven missionaries for China
and Japan left Ban Franoisoo recently
in one steamer.