Th End.
The rich man at morning looked ortr hi* lands.
Ail bright in tha gold ol their harrmt pride:
Ho oountod the plenty that came to hi* handa,
But he MW not the nngel who alood at hla
aide!
For doath waita not, though riches increnio:
And the aordid may trust iu trcaauroa tliat
ceaae,
But their boast must end in mourning.
Quoth he, "Tiie wealth of my fair holds tocm
ing,
I will hoard, and ent while the years roll on:
And I'll build broader barns"—but a ▼oico
broke his dreaming.
And his fluah'd cheek with torror turned
haggard and wan.
For death waits not, though riches increase,
And the hope that flatters a miser's peace
la the hope that ends in mourning.
That night, still and cold, in the silence dim
Of his stately chamber the rich man lay;
And his barns, and his hurvests, what are they
to him?
And whoso was his woaltli when his soul
fled away?
For death waits not, though riches increase,
Nor the gold ol the miser can buy him release,
\\ hen the day of his doom comes in mourning.
Theron Brotcn.
The Belle of the Bakery.
It was not tint! of your common baker
ies. It was ;t very genteel bakery, in
deed, witli a solid jilate-glass window,
and "Parties and Weddings Supplied"
gilded in sprawling letters across the
front. The floor was of chequered
marble, and the walls were frescoed
With peacock feathers and half-open
fans. And Mrs. Biggs knew nothing
at all about "the business," but came
in and out of a private door, and Miss
Edelgitha, her daughter, was taking
lessons on the piano, and in arrasene
Work, and read lTlsrncli's novels.
As for Mr. Biggs himself, he w as in
visible half the day in the subterranean
region, w hence he would occasionally
emerge with a very red face, and hair
and whiskers powdered with flour.
"They ain't nothin' lik" the master's
eye," Mr. Biggs would observe, with a I
noble disregard of grammar, which
was peculiarly aggravating to Kdel
githa, his daughter.
Tlmn there was Mary—"Polly," as'
Mr. Biggs railed her. Mary lliggs had
come to visit Kdelgitha, and be educa
ted with her, when the sudden death !
of her father left her unprovided for, !
ami all hut friendless.
"She's most educated, ain't she?" !
said Mr. Biggs. "Del 'll put her
through and make a teacher ot her, eh,
wife?"
"Pray, Mr. lliggs, don't go to putting
such nonsense into the child's head!"
said Mrs. Biggs. "It's a deal too ex
pensive, and it will he three years at
least before she w ill be qualified to
teach. And we can't hoard and clothe
her all that time. Let her go down
into the bakery and help you. You
were complaining only yesterday of
being short of hands."
"But it's most a pity, ain't it ?" said
Mr. Biggs, who was a kind-hearted
Soul. "Siu ha bright, smart little cree
tur as l'oliy is."
"Pshaw!" said Mrs. Biggs. "You
want bright, smart creatures, don't
you?"
"But I somehow calculated to give
Polly the same advantages as Kdel
githa," urged the baker, wriggling like
an uneasy eel.
"Then you calculated entirely with
out your host," observed Mrs. Biggs,
tartly. "We are not Rothschilds, and
Signor Caracoli charges eighty dollars
a quarter; and I've spoken to a French
mam'selle about daily lessons in conver
sation at a dollar a-piecc. Besides"—
with a sudden change of base "Mary
was telling me, only yesterday, that she
pined for something to do. i-ho has
always been used to such an active
life."
So Mary, in her black calico dress,
with the mist of tears stilt heavy on
her eyelids, went down Into the work
rooms, to help her uncle.
She was a brisk, eflicient girl, who
hail what Uncle Biggs called "a level
business head." bin: was a good ac
countant, ami kept tho hooks below
stairs; and once in awhile she amused
herself with making up a pile of dain
ty, snow-white meringues, < r a hatch
of old-fashioned doughnuts, for the
store. It was lonely down there, to he
sure, among the busy workmen, anil
she sighed at times when she heard
her Cousin Edelgitha practicing the
scales.
"It Ls very ungrateful of me," she
said to herself. "1 ought to l>e glad
and thankful to help g<xnl Uncle
Biggs."
And it never occurred either to Mary
or iter uncle that if she hodn't lieen so
very much prettier than Edelgitha she
never would have been banished to the
basement of the bakery.
"Edelgitha must marry rich," said
Mrs. Biggs. "We have prepared her
to adorn any station; and Mr. Lilburne,
certainly was very attentive when he
met her at the private view of the pic
ture gallery. I really think lie liki-s
Edelgitha."
"He's a queer old fish!" said tho ba
ker, meditatively.
"But he's rich," said Mrs. Biggs.
"Well, then, let's ask him to supper,
and leave him and Edelgitbu alone to
gether afterward?" suggested Mr.
Biggs. "That is, if she likes him."
"Biggs, don't he a goose!" said the
lady, irritably. "You haven't a soul
above ono of your own flour-barrels
—no, nor you won't never have."
So Mr. Biggs retired, and gave his
1 whole attention to the cheeking off of
a load of St. Louis flour, which was
lieing delivered at the alley-door.
Mary Biggs had come up into the
store to whisper one of her uncle's
messages to the stylish young woman
behind the counter, when a servant
girl hurried in and emptied about a
peck of little, flat, brown cakes on the
glass top of the show-case.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments, miss,"
said she; "and they're trash!"
"What!" said the shopwoinan.
"Mr. Lilburne's compliments; and
they're trash!" repeated the maid. "He
said they wasn't ginger-snaps at all;
they was only lard and molasses. He
wanted the kind his mother used to
bake, of Saturday mornings. The very
First one he tasted he threw on the
floor."
"Well," remarked the shopwoman,
tossing her head, "if our ginger-snaps
don't suit the gentleman, then it's im
possible to suit him. That's all!"
"lie's been sick, you know," said the
maid-servant, apologetically. "And
he's just getting better, and his appe
tite's dreadful uncertain, and Mrs.
l'ugsley my missus she thought she
w;us sure to tempt him with these 'ere.
Hjinger-snaps!' said lie. '.lust w hat I've
1 been a-longin' for. My mother used
to bake'cm fur me. when I was a child.
Yes, Mrs. l'ugsley,'said he, "you inn
j order 'cm for inc.' But," with a mild
1 sigh, "missus might ha' known tin y
I wouldn't -uit. Nothin'suits when a
gen'leman's just otT a sick bed."
"Is it Mr. Lilburne?" -aid Mary.
"Oh. I reuu inlwrr him. He came hi re
' once, and went to sleep while Edelgitha
was singing, 'Oh. Summer Night!' I
liked him. lie talkisl to me al>ut
' the country. lie knew all alsait
i calves and chickens, and cranberry
| swamps and robins'-n<sts. lines be
j like ginger-snaps ? I'll make sunn for
him. I know an old-fashioned receipt
1 that is always good. Foiiie here to
morrow, my good girl," to tlm inaid,
j "and I'll have s. me ready for you.
I'oor Mr. I.ill iirne ! I'm sorry he's
: si. k!"
The smart shopwoman stared as
I superciliously .us Kis/t or riiopm might
have done if a village bugler had vol
untecred to tliem the tir-t principles of
music.
A country-girl, like that, expect to
compete with "Biggs's t "clebratisl Bak
ery!" Well, really, the shopwoman
did't know what the world was rotn-
I ig to.
But little I'oily hurried down stairs
again to where Mr. Biggs, all powdered
with flour, was laying down the law
to some of his satellites.
"dinger, my dear ?" said he. "And
flour? What you like what you like'
As ( w as telling you, Johnson, a barrel
of prime flour has to be humorist.
You can't ilrse it. Flour is flour,
and must he handled accordingly." '
• * *
Mr. Leonid.is Lilburne, stalking un
i easily nlxuit bis sick-room, and anathe
: mati/ing the sluggish current of the
hours, was secretly making up his
mind to get married.
"After a man has once been sick in
a boarding-house," he said to himself,
"lie's a fool if he don't look around for
a home of his own. I am forty next
month. It's high time 1 was thinking
of settling in life Eh, who's there?"
"It's me, sir, please!" said Mrs.
l'ugsley—"with some gingcr-sna|is,"
"I'shaw!" said Mr. Lilburne. "Fling
'em out of the window! tiive 'em to
I the dogs! i don't want any more of
! your city humbugs!"
"But please, sir, these are quite dif
' fcrent!" Mrs. l'ugsley coaxed "made
by a young woman from the country,
as works in Mr. Biggs' bakery. And
I was to ask, would you lie so very
good as only to taste 'em?"
"Oh, yes, I'll taste them!" said Mr.
Lilburne, sarcastically! "It's no trou
ble to jMiison myself, just to oblige
people!"
And Mrs. l'ugsley. entering with an
apprehensive air, put the plate of
round, golden cakelets on the table.
"I really think, sir," said she, "if yon
' would only taste them
"Hum! ha!" said Mr. Lilburne.
"These are quite a different art hie!
These are the kind my old mother used
' to turn out! They're ambrosia
they're fond for the gods! Who made
1 thein, I say?"
"I—l don't know, sir, I'm sure," said
Mrs. Pugsley, rather discomfited by
1 this direct address. "Some young per
son in Mr. Biggs' bakery."
"Order a carriage!" said Mr. Lilhurno
—"and bring mo my sable-trimmed
overcoat at once! I'll go and sec that
young woman. I don't believe tbero
is another person on the American
continent that can make ginger-snaps i
like these, now that tnv poor old moth
er is burled!"
Mary Biggs came, laughing, up from
the subterranean deeps of Biggs' bak- i
ery.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Lilburne," said she, "I
made the snaps! Don't you remember
me—Edelgltha's cousin ?"
"But what are you doing down
here?"demanded Mr. Lilburne,in soma
amazement.
"Karning my own living," J'olly j
I promptly answered. "And they told
j me you didn't like the store snaps, so '
I baked some after my grandmother's
old receipt."
Mr. Lilburne looked at Polly with |
the respect due to a maker of incom
parable ginger-snaps, mingled with
chivalrous pity for a desolate maiden.
"Miss Polly," said lie—"that was |
J what they called you, wasn't it?"
"Yes," said Polly, "that's my name."
"Perhaps 1 ought to warn you that
I'm going to be a little abrupt," said
lie; "but I should liketo marry you." \
"Oh, dear!" said Polly, starting hack
in amazement; "I couldn't think of
such a thing!"
j "Yes, you can," said Mr. Lilburne ,
j "Think of it, that's all. Think of it j
for a week, and then let me know your
linal decision. I'm not exactly what •
the world calls a gay young lover, but j
I can give you a good home and an
honest, loving heart. Your un< le can j
tell you all about Leonidas Lilburne.
There. 1 won't tease yon any longer
•lust take my proposal into considera
tion. that's all."
>o he went away, and Marv, in he!
perplexity, went in among the flour
barrels, and tm.k counsel with Uncle
II i g gs,
"i'neb*," said she, "what am I ts
: do?"
"Mv dear." said the go ~1 man, strok
ing lu-r head with llourv, yet not un- [
kindly, bands, -what do you think;
Could you barn to like him?"
"I think so," lonfcs-u-d Mary, wall
■ low m at eyes. "I|e spoke so pleasant
ly to me, and he has honest brown
eyes."
"Then I recommend you to say ye.,"
said I "rule Biggs. "Lilhiirue is a gisxl,
I warm-hearted fellow, if a little ccccn
trn, and his wife will 1M; a lucky
woman."
And he thought of Edclgitha and
' sighed.
A week subsequently. Mr. Lilhurno
gave his landlady warning.
"1 hope I haven't failed to suit you,
sir." said she. plaintively.
"It isn't that. Mrj,|Pugslcv." said
lie. "But I'm going to 1m- married."
"I'm sure. sir. 1 congratulate you," j
said Mrs. Pugslcy, faintly.
"You may well do so. ma'am." said 1
Mr. Lilburne. ">he's as lovely .is
Yenus, as domestic as Imrcos, and
she makes ginger-.naps such as inv
poor mother onee did' Yes. Mrs. Pugs
ley. I feel that I have gained a prire."
So Polly Biggs' ginger-snaps won
the treasure which Miss Kdelgitha's
frills and French conversation had
j been powerless to reach.
] "I really can't see what Mr. Lilburne
> saw to fancy in my Cousin Polly!" said
\ she. with spiteful tears.
And Mrs. Biggs could not enlighten
her daughter, //r/oi h'urrmt Ururrs.
About Authors.
Baxter was one of the most volumi
nous writers in the English language
He wrote no fewer than l'JB separati
works.
Dr. Owen published seven volumes
in folio, twenty in quarto, and alout
I thirty in octavo, lie wrote so care
lessly that Robert Hall said of him:
"He is a Dutchman floundering in a
continent of mud."
Samuel Clarke was an indefatigable
worker. His edition of "Ca-sar's Com
mentaries." his seventeen sermons, his
twelve Itooks of the Iliad, eh\, prove
the fact.
Otway performed nn immense
amount of literary labor before he had
attained his thirty-fourth year.
Ifoctor Lardner was a voluminous i
writer. His "Credibility of the Gnspo' i
History" alone comprised fifteen vol- ;
utiles.
William Cohbctt wrote more than !
one hundred volumes.
Thomas Miller author of "Fair llosa- j
tnond," "Lady Jane Urey," etc., wrote
one hundred volumes in twenty years.
Theodore Hook produced thirty
eight Minks in sixteen years, and as lie
w as during that time editor of a paper,
and contributor to the magazines, he
may well have la-en considered a great
worker.
Jacob Ahi Mitt, author of the "Rollo
Books" wrote more than one hundred
volumes for his juvenile series.
Killed by a tirlixly.
William Farley, who has Just arrived
from the Medicine Bow country, says
a Denver paper, tells the Htory of a
thrilling bear hunt in which two old
frontiersmen lost their lives. Farley
and two companions, James Wilson
and Jake Schultz, were on a prospect
; ing trip on the Little Pass Creek,
| which debouches into the Medicine
| Bow fork of the North Platte south of
Elk Mountain. One night about three
, weeks ago a grizzly was seen near the
| tent, and Farley and Schultz went to
; take a shot. The two men had not
gone more than half a dozen yards
j from the tent when Farley broke the
| limb off a fallen tree in stepping over
it, and the loud report startled the
! (tear.
The grizzly fell hack on his hind
| quarters, uttered a furious growl, and
I then made for the tent on the run. Be-
I fore Schultz. or Farley could shoot or
collect their frightened senses, the !
hear had broken through the tent. ,
I They knew that nothing less than a ,
miracle eould save Wilson's life, and i
i immediately took shelter among the |
low branches of a rottonwood tree 1
In the dim light of the camp lire they
saw the tent heaving witli the conflict
for life raging within, and while pray
, ing that Wilson would come off victo
rious, aw ild death-cry told them that
the struggle was at an end. The com
! motion within censed with the fading
away of the horrible echo, and the
grizzly hear shambled out into the
light. He staggered around the lire,
surveyed the JMXI of syrup on the
ground, but seemed to have no further
appetite fur it, and then departed as
abruptly as he came.
It was some time ls-fore Farley and !
j Schultz coul 1 muster up suflicicnt
courage to di-scend from the tre-,lM'liev- j
ing tfiat the bear w as still in hiding cl"s<
by. When they entered tin- tent the
light of a pine knot diseased to tie it i
horrified gaze the form of |*r Wilson.
' literally turn to pb-ces. One side of '
his heal had ls-en laid bare by a Mow
i from the gri//l_\'s paw, and the left
side of bis l*ly, including tie- heart,
hail been almost torn away. The yet
warm life blood covered everything
around, and in the |m>l lay the knife
with which Wilson had vainly tro-d to
defend himself.
Following the bear's trail Schultz
and Farley discovered the bear in a
lump of bushes. N liultz cautiously
T-j-t through tln-f bappar.il. One,two
and three minutes seemed to stretch '
into so many hours. Then there broke i
: out on the morning air a yell that
froze the very blood in his veins.
: After that came the echo of the <]s
spairlrig cry. "Farley! My God I'm
' killed !" A deathly silence that was j
only broken by the splashing of a
leaver's tail in one of the open dams
ensued, and Farley knew that he had
lost his second partner. It was with
the feeling that he was walking into
the jaws of certain death that he co
tcred the f happaral t<i seek Schultz.
There was no danger, however ; the
'•ear ha>l again lied. In a ilark s|it in
he undergrowth, to which the sun was
unable to penetrate. Farley, while
crawling on all fours, fell over the
body of Shultz. When he had re
covered from the hornir of the discov
ery, lie dragged the remains out into
the light. It was apparent from the
wounds that Schultz had stumbled tin
to the M-ar and received his death
wound before he could make an effort
to defend himself. His gun was in
his right hand, as if trailing it. The
Iw-ar, surprised, had struck him on the
left shoulder, tearing awav cloth and
flesh, and then bit him through the
heart, as he had Wilson, the two
wounds 1M ing almost identical.
knowing Bog.
Kverybody in Med way, Ky., knows
j aid "Ned," the children's flog. He
formerly belonged to the late Mrs.
Margaret Huford, but as there were no
children at her house he came to tow n
and took up his abode at Mr. N. 8.
Rfiger's. He gfM-s to school with the
children every morning and remains
there all day. When they go out to
play he goes, too, and is quite expert
at catching a ball; indeed, in a game,
he takes the place of a child. When
the hell rings ho is the first to run into
the school-house, and when the classes
are called up to recite lie takes his
place in lino at the foot. After the
child next above him has recited, he
' answers the next question by an Intel
j llgent bark and bow of the head,
i Should a question lie missed by the
child at the foot of the class and pass
ed to the" next by the teacher, "Ned"
wilt answer it in his peculiar way.
Selling seems to lie his favorite branch
of study, hU answers In that being ex
ceedingly quick and vigorous. Al
though he turns the children down,
after his fashion, he never giM* above
them. Ho will tight for any of the
pupils, as well as teachecr, and could
not le induced to stay where there
are no children. *
Japanese base lag.
No nation ever carried a love of
dancing to such an extent as the Java
nese. There l scarcely an occasion,
whether serious or comic, in which
they do not cut the m<st extraordinary
capers. If a warrior throws out a
defiance to his enemy, it is done in a
dance, in which ho brandishes his
spear ami kris, pronouncing an em
phatic challenge. If a native of the
same country runs a muck, ten to one
but he braves death in a dancing
posture. When they swear eternal
hatred of their enemies or fidelity to
their friends, the solemnity Is accom
panied by a fiance, in which a great
deal of vivacity is displayed. All
orders executed in the presence of a
Javanese monarch, on public occasions,
are accompanied by a fiance. When a
message is to be conveyed to the royal
ear, the messenger advances with a
solemn dance and retreats in the satin
| way. The ambassadors from one
I native prince to another follow the
I same course w hen coming into and re
j tiring front the presence of the
I sovereign to whom they are deputed.
J'rcvious to the introduction of the
Mohammedan religion, it appears to
have iM-eri the custom in all the orient
al islands for the men of rank, at their
public festivities, when heated with
wine, to fiance. Upon such occasions,
the exhibition appears t-> have been a
kind of war-fiance. The dancer drew
his kris and went through ay the evo
lutions of a iimck fight. At present
tin* practice is most common among
the Javanese, with every chief of whom
dancing, far from being considered
scandalous, as among the people of
j western India, is held to lie a necessa
ry accomplishment. Respectable
; women, however, never join in it. and
with that sev dancing is confined to
those whose profession it is. In the
midst of friends or in sight of strangers,
) a Javanese chief will i xhihit in the
mazes of the fiance with an ordinary
dancing girl. The dance, at su<h
times, is nothing more than the slow
and solemn pacing exhibited on other
occasions.
The professional dam > rs differ little
| but in inferiority of skill from the
common dancing girljof Ilindastan*
The musie to which the dan< ing is
performed is indeed generally incom
parably better than that of western
India, although the vocal part of it is
equally harsh and dissonant. Now
, and then a single voice of great ten
derness anil melody may be found; but
whenever an effort is made at raising
it for the accommodation of an audi
ence. it becomes harsh and unmusical.
' the songs sung on such occasions are
often nothing more than unpremedi
i tated effusions; but among the Java
nese there are some national ball ails
that might liear a comparison with the
boasted odes of the Persian minstrels.
I Friday nn f'nlarky Day.
Perhaps the world will never get
over the idea that Friday is an un
lucky day. says an exchange. l!ut ad
mitting all that is claimed, there have
liecn many events occurring on this
unlucky day that were decidedly the
reverse of unlucky. Of course along
list might he given, but a few omne t
ed chiefly with American history will
do. On Friday, August fl, 1492,
Columbus sailed from I'alos on bis
memorable voyage of discovery, and
on Friday, <>i toler 12, he discovered
the fir--t land, the island which he
called San Salvador. On Friday,
March S, 1496, Henry A'lll commis
sioned John Caliot. ami this commission
is the first Knglish state paper on
record concerning America. On Fri
day, Septemlier 7. l.V>5, St. Augustine,
Fla., was founded the oldest town in
the United States, tin Friday, No
vember 10, 1020. the Mayflower made
land at I'rincelow n. and on the same
day the Pilgrims signed the compact
which w as the forerunner of our con
stitution. On Friday, December 22,
1620, the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth
rock. On Friday. Feb. 22, 1702. Wash
ington was lsim. On Friday, June
16, 177' i, Bunker Hill was seized ami
fortified. On Friday. October 9, 1777
occurred the surrender at Saratoga
jOn Friday. September 22, 17SO, Ar
nold's treason was discovered. On
Friday, October 19, 1781, Cornwallis
surrenderisl at Yorktown, and the war
for independence ended in complete
| victory. Other events might lie named.
In the war with Mexico the battle of
I'alo Alto liegan on Friday. The
northwestern boundary question,
which threatened war with England,
was settled on Friday of the aame
date.
Recent investigations Into the den
sity of population in Paris, as publisl.
Ed in the Glolie of that city, develops
the fact that there are 68,126 houses,
with a population of 2,269.000 inhabit
ants. giving an average of 33 jiersons
to each house.
Erbo H*R(.
I call acrrnu the rolling plain,
"(J inotintiuno from yimr uler-jj awaka
O stupid r>rk 7our dumber brink,
Hear and give biuk my word* again"*
And hark! tlie Krho 'lotli rebound
In nccetit* marie the v/til of ormnd,
ttepl/ing to rny laughing voice,
"Byjoii ■"'
There loiteroth hy a flock ol sheep,
Ariove ahw clamorous bleating awell
The tinkling of their hundred le I la.
In ayinpattiy with tne, the ateep
'J'nkc* up the wild pcJl-miH of aonnd.
Make* jargoti human In rebound,
'.ompeU uproar to flow along
In aong.
Where curve* Uie lake's green crewent coast,
Hie ftahera lloli with net are! l"Ol ,
With wing and shout ashore afloat:
Yet all the lioiililaof tiicir boat
Melts into music in rebound,
Confusion into tuneful sound,
One lirt of overflowing cheer
I hear.
Tehind me U the mumitirotis aigh
And niathiig of the for*t Ire--,
While loud or low as flows the breeze
Comes song of hirds afar and nigh.
And, riaavel into the one rebound,
One note on Keho's lij is found
As if from one jsiuta; urain,
The strain.
And thus from all the rare aw ends
Karth's myriad sigh arid song arid praye
Ofhofw, of anguish, praiw, diasjsur;
Ilut gathered into one descends
liivuie —not ISrho, not rdmual—
One answer from the Mue tints,
Tis love' — From Iht Frineh.
I'INbKNT rAHACKAI'HS.
A bill that will jiaxs—Any batik
bill.
A trying cjue-tiun "Guilty, or not
guilty ?"
No l ank should I*- without a cheat
protector.
When a man lOM-SII.* balance, where
cllM-S it g< I'?
In these clays it should I** c hanged
around - a- to r< t<!. "When* then'.- •
will there's away to 1 r<;tk it."
"Never -it without a c . ,jt at an open
window when heated " It has 1 een
I scientific ally determined that there is
nothing more ab- dutely dangerous
than a heated cijien window.
Ilelicvers in the William-Tell-sboot
i:ig-tb< apple- fl - his-little-troy's-head
tory will Is- glad to hear that there
a* dually w a- a f.evder.notw it h-tanding
the i* on lastie effort to sp ;1 the little
legend by proving that there was not.
And c-veryUxly know- there wa an
apple.
It i* said that litigation is so rar<* fn
Searcy county, Ark., that a lawyer
rould ncd make a living at his practice
if he were to receive* all the fees on
both -icb*s of every case. When a man
has any trouble with a neighlior in that
< ciuntv, they go out and settle it with
shotguns.
There is a young lady in San Fran
i isco who l- six fe< t four inches tall,
ami i- engaged to U* married. The
man who won h*r did it in these
words: "Thy Iwauty -j*t.s my soul
aglow I'd wed thee, ride or wrong: a
man wants but little here below, but
w ants that little long."
({nrer Catch-Pennies.
Many of the "odds-and-endists." like
the* nut-counter, are ministers cd some
slight amusement for the public, fine
of these wanderers used to stand in
by-streets and draw sweet music from
a tin coffee-pot. This ejuaint instru
ment was jiic-rcisl with holes, the mu
sician blew into the sjiout. and skilful
ly gtivernesl the "vortages" with his
finger. Another, of wild aspect and
gabbling speech, relied u|s>n a much
simpler music. He carries! a crazy
Herman concertina, which he did not
play, and probably could not. What
he did do was to puU it steadily in and
out, and produce a horrid hee-haw,
until he was paid to go awav. This
blackmail, for it was little else, he re
el \ csl with the stolid complacency of
a deserving mam No bagpipes ever
harrassed a street more effectually.
An entirely different entertainment
was and possibly is still supplies! by a
stout man of dignified presence. He
would walk solemnly into a restaurant
or bar, and would stop suddenly
lefore any knot of three or four peo
ple he might happen to see. When
they turned their eyes upon him. as
they naturally would do, he proceeded,
i with great gravity, to unbutton his
■ waistcoat. The result of this was the •
i disclosure of an enormous ltcanl some
two feet in length, the lower part of
' which was kept inside the waistcoat
i \rtien not required for professional
purposes. He would then, after re
reiving any comments with perfect
i silence, button up his waistcoat,
hold out his hat. His
seemed to say, "This truly
beard speak* for itself;
> mine ran add to its beauty.
haven't sense enough to
snd to drop a copper in the
hat, words would be wasted on youH
1 I London Globe.