Tho Whirlpool. i. In tlia ihaJo ot the headland, a j>un Iroin the shore, The whirlpool lies coiled in sleep— Who oould guess that the slumbering brow ever bore A Irown that is crally end deep? Yet 'tis here iu tho blast ol tho hurricane's breath That the soul-laden ship finds a doom; To the musical moan ot this circle of death Do they pass to their fathomless tomb. Youth in its bloom. Age in its gloom, Mother and father, the maid and her mate, Master and slave Finding a gravn In this mad magio circle, tho whirlpool of late! 11. In the heart of tho city, in turmoil and din, The whirlpool doth fearlessly rido; In its merciless torrents are virtue and sin The parson and thiei side by side; Here tho hand of the peasant is giipped by tho glove Of the gnllant who lives but to lie; And the maiden to-dny who n learning to love, On the morrow has learnt how to dio! Vice with its | Hint, Crime willi its taint, Cradle and coffin, the lowly and groat; Ilillows ol blood Cresting the flood Of this mad magic circles, the whirpool or fate! —-flrlAur W. I'intro. THE ADOPTED SON. The burgomaster frowned and knit his heavy brows; he was perplexed as to what should be done with the littlo figure before him. There he stood in his wooden sabot and rough peasant's clothes, hat in hand, and tinder one arm the precious possession of his life —a little old black fiddle. The child's face was what puzzled the burgomaster more than the simple question of what he should do. When the hoy looked up with his eager, earnest eyes, it somehow seemed to him strangely familiar. Where had he seen it all before There was no fear in his manner; only a restless movement of the ham! holding the cap, showed him to he ill at ease. The week before he hail cntne into town with his little old fiddle and strange accent, and until to-day had been unmolested. Now, for what reason he could not guess, he had been seized upon sud denly by tho town authorities and brought before tho burgomaster. A part only could he make out of what was said, for his own language sound cd queer on those strange tongues; and as to the explanations offered, they had seemed a perfect jargon to the towns people; therefore the burgo master being a learned man and versed in the patois spoken in various sec tions of the country, the lad was brought to him. Their duty, at all events, had been accomplished. They had explained how day after day the child pursued no calling—attempted no trade—but sat on a bench or by the ro.nl, with the children clustering about, playing his fiddle, content, if in return they sometimes shared with him their huge slices of bread. It was a vagrant life, and would teach their own littlo ones bad habits, therefore must be stopped. Either he must leave the place, or go among the town people and learn an honest trade. The burgomaster, a stout, red-fared man, had long ago done with senti ment therefore small was to lie looked for from him. So Carl was brought, and now all ; alone, stood liefore the magistrate. | What had he done, or what was to bo done with him, he did not know. After a silence, seeing the burgo master looking at him, Carl came a step forward, and, with his impetuous manner, exclaimed: "What is it I have done? Naught but plav upon my fiddle to the cliil- i dren. It did no harm, and they liked | it. Is it an offense to make music ? In ' other places, 1 and my fiddle have made friends with the towns folks." The shaggy brows knit closer, and away down in the burgomaster's heart stirred a chord that for long years had lain so quiet its existence had well nigh lieen forgotten. Understand what the boy said? At sound of that patois, so strange to the ignorant townspeople, there came to him visions of his youth, and a long holiday in the far-off sunny hamlet where this dialect to him had grown the sweetest music in the world as It fell in liquid, guttural notes from the lips of a young peasant maid. So well the memory came—so fresh, it seemed but yesterday—when, over worked with studies, he hail gone from home to gain health and strength, and leave learning for awhile to its own devices. Well had his father's injunc tions been carried out in all save the last, and that truly had been through no spirit of disobedience. It was no lore gained from books; it sprang up in his heart, and not until the lesson had been learned too thoroughly ever to ho forgotten, did ho even guess of its existence. "Come, lad," he says kindly, and at the sound the boy's heart rejoices, for he hears his own tongue, a little strange from disuse, yet perfectly in telligible. "They say that thou must give up thy fiddle if ever thou wouldst thrive." "Ah, ncin, nein - it is my heart!" clasping it the closer. "Thy heart? Then, lad, it shall not go;yet first let's hear what thou canst bring front it." For a moment Carl looked thought fully into tho burgomaster's face; then says: "Thou shall hear what the corn sings when it is growing, ami tho trees whisper when the breeze touches them at night, lu the times when I have lain upiin the hillsides, watching sheep, my fiddle and 1 heard it over and over." The lad's quaint imaginings touch the burgomaster's heart, and smiling, he noils his head to tho boy. Slowly the old fiddle is taken out, the strings tightened; then resting his chin upon it lightly he draws the bow iicross. The burgomaster starts; bo bad j thought to hear some childish strains, I Vet tlie>c notes the boy brings forth from the old fiddle have in them all the power of a loader hand. The picture comes before hint of the quiet night, the restful sheep huddled i together on the hillside, the breeze as I it goes sweeping by moaning the trees, the gentle rustle of the distant grain growing in the darkness, and the lone ly little figure of the watchful lad gathering these sounds and heaping them up in his heart till they tremble forth at his touch upon the vibrat ing strings. Hark! The darkness moves away. In the ea-t the sun comes Hushing up, ; | and all the air issuddenly pulsing with j the singing of the daw n-birds. ! Ah, Carl, Carl lad,with thy heaven i born gift, thou hast won the st-rn old heart liefore tliee. Thou hast saved thyself a world of wondering, and gained a life of ease. The one green spot in the magnate's heart holds a memory which Carl's , playing has brought to life. Again he jis young a student and in the twi light stands waiting for the song of the young peasant coming home from j her work. The song cones nearer, and when into her pathway he steps , with outstretched arms, he laughs out i joyously to see the happiness spring | up in her oyea. Yet fate had come between. It was i not fit that tho only son of rich old burgomaster Van Gruisen should wi-1 with a peasant; so he had c mto away at his father's bidding, leaving behind his heart among the green country lanes where dwelt the impetuous little soul j through whose veins ran the tip- of the South. Ah, Clod, how he had Mif fered! Suffered as his father, with I his plegmatic temperament, could no late. Klspeth had been but a foolish maid, the neighbors 1 said, to love the burgomaster's son— : a foolish maid to have naught to say ito the village lads; and when the young stranger left, just seemed to lose all heart, and one day came home ill with a fever. So while the stern old man debated, Death stepped In and gathered the wild daisy of his son's heart; and when i ho came, the grass was already green ! on her grave, and ho could but tako away with him the memory of what hud l>een, and the knowledge that of tho two hearts thus sundered, one hail broken. Long years went by, and the old | burgomaster died. When his son suc ceeds him, he had married a buxom, unimpressionable daine, who brought with her a dower of gold and linen. She ruled his house, attended to his wants, and of the two daughters born of tho marriage, had seen that they were both well versed in those things a good housewife should know. They were too much liko their motheiSfver to Interest him much, and his heart some times yearned for a son to liear his name, hut none hail come. Carl, little gaessed, ns ho ended his playing, of all tho thoughts he had conjured up In the burgomaster's brain. "Well, lad, thou hast a gift, thee and thy fiddle, of bringing old-time music into my heart. Thou has a name, what is It?" "Carl Mueller; and I have neither 1 friends nor home, save those we win together, my fiddle and I." "Thou hast not? Soinucli this bet tor, for now thou canst have both. Wilt thou ho a son to me? Thou shalt b<> taught, and if thou art clever, us I take thee to he, one day from out thy little black liihlle thou shalt draw music that shall make ull hearts thine." Could Carl believe his own senses? Me hardly knew what to say .What was this life promised him? No more wandering, sleeping where ho might, tired and often suppcrlcss. The tears stood in his eyes, then quickly seizing the burgomaster's hand, he kissed it. I es, the llddle, the little old i. nek thing so contemptuously spoken of by the townsfolks, had guim-d for Carl what money could never have done— a place in the burgomaster's heart. At tirst the little peasant lad, with his strange tongue and odd ways, had , been a sore trial to the burgomaster's ! wife; yet the lad being gentle and lovable, had won a place lor himself j in the household; and when, after his day's studies wt;rc over, he sat back in | a corner softly playing the melodies as they sprang up in his heart, the active hands would drop their knitting, and the glittering needles lay quiet in the lap of the busy housewife. So time went by, and the little lad was sent up to one of the great city conservatories to follow his calling. lie had not been idle; even the dul lest parts of bis studies were a pleas ore, and day after day he worked aw ay through very love of his art, and that the dear old burgomaster might see his kindness had not been misplaced- Thus Carl grew, until when, at length, having wrought out all the themes of the great master, he bade the phi'-o adieu, carrying with him only the black llddle. Of how In-went from city to city and land to land, swaying with his magic I touch of the IHIW the throngs whocaino \ to hear, I cann >t td| you. 1 et today there is not a crowned ; head in Kurope who has not listened | to tho little peasant's playing, and i showered upon him gifts and medals. Through it all.Carl's heart is true to the memory of the white-haired old man in far-off Germany who calls him son, , and who, almost as much as the lad himself, prizes th<- old black fiddle which has won for him all this honor. As tle r- i omes to him in lox mg lan guage news of each fresh triumph,tears i dim his eyes, and his mind recalls the j time when the towns-folk hail -aid the i stranger lad must part with his fiddle, and he, clasping it the closer, cried | out: "Nein, n'-in; it is niv heart!" Accidental Discoveries. Ac< i b-ntal discoveries ha\e supplied some of the most valuable prc< sses of tin- industrial arts. It is -aid that the rolling of cold iron was first suggested by the fact that a workman who was 1 placing a piece of led iron in the rolls : carelessly permitted his tongs to IK drawn in. lie noticed that they were rolled, and not broken. Me called ttie attention of the superintendent to the occurrence, and this hsl to investiga tion and experiment and the discovery that cold rolled iron is equal to steel for shafting purposes. The process of rolling iron cold was soon patented, and millions of dollars have Iteen made out of the patent. There are many similar instances j where observing workmen have a!hs| attention to valuable processes A | signal one was in tbc early |K*riod of ! the cotton manufacture, when a good •leal of trouble was • auscd by the cot ton sticking to the lKibbins. All the workmen in the mill were delayed by the necessity of stopping worktoch-an the bobbins. At last one workman found away to obviate the trouble, lie, and he alone in all the mill, hail clean bobbins. For a long time he kept his secret to himself. He finally revealed it on the promise of a pint of U-er a day for life. Ills secret was to "chalk the iMibhins." This little scrap ing of salt on the Uibbins saved mil liotjs of dollars a year, and the olwerv ing workman got not only his l>eer, ■ but a e rmpetence. Each extension of modern enterprise and skill brings with it a train of in ventions. The railway, the telegraph, the steamlKint, the development of iron, electricity and petroleum, have each produced a long line of inventors more or leas successful, so that each of t these Industries might have a credita ble exhibition by itself.— New York Hun. _ France's Population. From the complete returns of the last French census It appears that the female sex exceeds the male by 122,254—thu5, males 18,656,518, females 18,778,772. Of the males 10,110,601 are unmarried and 1,025,- 781 widowers; while of the females 9,280,862 are unmarried and 1.964.- 557 widows. The total number of inhabitants Is 37,405,290. < VNMI! ti.isu iff ABKBICA. ruiloma off fhr New nrilrati lnllats - feomr I liferent lug lm l. The aborigines of Mexico and Cen tral America were far less barbarous than the natives of other parts of North America. While, therefore, cannibalism existed among them, it took the form of a religious ceremony. I'reseott asserts, on the authority of the Spaniards, that the Mexicans were not cannibals in the coarsest accepta tion of tho term. They did not feed on human flesh merely to gratify a brutish appetite, but in obedience to their religim. Their repasts were made of victims whose blood bail been poured out on the altar of sacrifice. A similar statement is made regarding •he it/as of Central America. Among the Now Mexican Indians the ease was different. While tribes I differed among themselves in regard l to this practice, with many human j tlesli was sought as food. Incredible • as it may seem, at least one tribe of Indians inhabiting Texas has prac | tised cannibalism within twenty-fixe I years. Mr. J. roam about Western Texas, and in the summer of I*sl were cam|*d on the Nui-( i-n river, a fexx mill - from the fort 1 xvas frequently at tie ;r village, and on one occasion, when <-ri<-ampe >tat-e. an excellent quality of sugar ran be made. King Louis of Bavaria, is build ing a palace which he wants to excel every other royal palace in the world, in every way. It is believed that 50.0M0,000 people in the United States to-day drink no more whisky than 35,0 * i,<*) did 30 years ago. A little Alabama girl saw a fog for the first time. "Come, mamma, and see the sky all crammed down to tho ground," she cried. Last year Arizona produced over ' IT.imould) pounds of copper. Arizo na'* output will probably IK- at least 25.000,000 pounds for ls-3. T xventy years ago most of the clover seed raise-! for the market was pro ilured in New York and Pennsylvania. At present the older of the Western .Stat4-s supply most of the clover. \ A Pennsylvania firm is erecting at Johnson city, Tenn., what is said xvill be tbe largest tannery in the world. The building xvill cover several acres, and the xats will lie on an extensive scale. The supply of oak hark is said to N- almost inexhaustible in that sec tion of East Tennessee. The highest Sunday-school in Amer ica, if not in tbe world, has l>een or- , ganind at Hancock, CoL, 11.000 bet above the se*. Though the eatnp is three years old, no Protestant relig ious service had ever been held there. ] The school starts off with forty mein- IKTS and hearty pledge* from the mi ners to support it From 250 to 300 cats are destroyed weekly during the xvarm season in Philadelphia by the agent of the Wo man's Branch of the City Hefuge for Lost and Suffering Animals. They are not drowned, but suffocated with char coal gas. Last year no less than 7151 unhappy cats were thus put beyond reach of the slings and arrows of out rageous fortune. Physicians in Rerlin have been giv ing a deal of attention to the defects of vision among school children. Thou sands of children have been examined Many changes and improvements were made in the arrangements of school houses, classrooms, etc. Of late x earn an aurist has oeen examining the car„ of the children, and has diseoxered 1393 cases of ear disease among 5905 children. Competent judges, taking depart ment reports to the government as a basis, estimate the value of domestic animals annually destroyed by wolves in European Russia at 15,000,000 ru ble*, or about t12,0U0.000. To this great sum must be added the value of the wild animals which the wolves kill tho reindeer in Siberia alone rep resenting a high figure. The annual loss of human life is never accurately known, but in 1875 the police report ed 161 ]>ersocB killed by wolves. SCIENTIFIC MTU PH. Incandescent electric lamjm are used In tlie carriage lamps of JSaron iioths- I child, of Vienna. Storage batteries | placed under the coachman's Beat are ! Baid to he cajiable of carrying a charge lof electricity sufficient to feed the lainjiH for one hundred bourn. i j M. Charles Montigny, of Brussels, j j has noticed that not only does the aurora borealis increase the s crv-tdlize may 1 •* pr • • ntH by the admixture < n were at the same V ■ m