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ERIN'S PATRON SAINT.
Interesting Facts, About the Birth,
Conversion and Death of
KOBLE AKD PIOUS ST. PATRICK.
Teaching Christianity and Introducing
Civilization.
THE SHAMEOCE SI1IB0L OF THE TEIMTI
S W Kllll.lt FOB TBI DISPATCH.l
F all the saints in the
calendar, there is
probably none other
whose natal day is go
generally known and
observed in this coun
try as is that of St
Patrick. Tct it is
also probable that
there is none other of whose personal his
tory we have less knowledge. Many writers
have even denied that such a man as St
Patrick ever existed. They claim that the
origin of such a character was due to the
proneness to hero worship possessed by the
masses of all lands, and that the virtues
and deeds ascribed to St Patrick are either
purely imaginary or else those ofa number
of individuals finally attributed to one and
greatly magnified by popular imagination.
This view is not the correct one. Both
traditionary and written history prove con
clusively that such a man as St. Patrick
livedanddied. There are almost innumerable
traditions concerning his birthplace and
early youth, and he has been variously
claimed by the English, Scotch, Welsh and
French as a native of their respective coun
tries. It will perhaps be a surprise to many
Irishmen to learn that Ireland has never
claimed the honor of having given birth to
St Patrick.
OF XOBLE BIKT1T.
Though Patrick is generally regarded as
a very plebeian name, it is in reality a most
patrician pne. It is derived from the Soman
appellative Patricius, which indicated that
the youth who has since become so famous
as St Patrick came of a patrician family.
His surname was Succat or Succath. Of
the various places in England, Scotland,
"Wales and France to which has been
ascribed the honor of giving birth to St
Patrick, Boulogne, in France, and Dum
barton then a Boman province called
Kemthur in Scotland, seem to have the
strongest claims, with the preponderance of
traditionary evidence in favor of the latter.
The dateof his birth is ascribed to widely
different years by different writers. Some
say that he was born AD. 3T2, while others
state that he did not come into the world
until A. D. 395. As to the day of the
month, there is no reliable evidence to sub
stantiate the claim of March 17, and it is
wholly a matter of conjecture that the great
saint was born upon that day. Perhaps the
following poetical account of the birth of
St Patrick, from the pen of a witty
Catholic clergyman, is as accurate as any
other information we possess concerning him:
A COMBIXATIOlf.
''On the eighth day of March it was, some
peonle sav.
That St Patrick at midnight be first saw the
daw.
While others declared 'twas the ninth he was
born.
And 'twas all a mistake between midnight and
morn:
For mistakes will occnr In a hurry and shock.
And some blamed the baby, while some blamed
the clock.
Till with all their cross question, sure no one
could know
If the child was too fast or the clock was too
slow.
Bnt both of these factions so positive crew
That each kept a birthday and Pat then had
two, " v
Till Father Mulcahey, who showed them their
sins.
Said "2?o one could have two bnt a fine pair of
twins.
Don't always be fighting for eight or for nine;
Don't alwajs be fighting, but. sometimes com
bine. Eight and nine add together seventeen is the
mark.
So let that be his birthday." "Amen," said
the clerk.
During Patrick's childhood, while play
ing upon the seashore with his two sisters
one day, he was seized by Irish pirates,
taken to Ireland and sold to the petty chief
tain of a pagan clan in that country. Like
the prodigal son, he was sent into the fields
to feed swine. While thus engaged, the
religious instruction received from his pious
mother came fresh to his mind and touched
his heart Bowing before God he sought
and obtained pardon ior his sins.
St. Patrick has left a vivid account of his
being thus converted. It is contained in a
Latin manuscript which he calls his ''Con
fession," and which, with a letter also in
Latin addressed to Coroticus, a Welch
chieftain, who had seized several of Pat
rick's Irish converts, is the only literary
relic that has been preserved.
ST. Patrick's coitvebsicw.
"I was 16 years old," he says, "and knew
not the true God; but in that strange land,
the Lord opened my unbelieving eyes, and,
although late, I called my sins to mind.
and was converted with my whole heart to
the Lord ray God, who regarded my low
estate, had pity on my youth and ignorance,
and consoled me as a father consoles his
children.' Thus it was that this young
swineherd was born again by the truth and
spirit of God, while wandering solitary and
alone over the green pastures of Ireland.
Of the power and genuineness of his sub
sequent religious experience he writes as
follows: "The, love of God increased more
and more in me, with faith and the fearot
His name. The spirit urged me to such a de
gree that I poured forth as many as a hun
dred prayers in one day. And even (luring
the rJight, in the forest and on the mount
ains, where I fed my flock, the rain, snow
and frost, and sufferings which I endured,
excited me to look after God.
The spirit fermented in my heart"
Securing his freedom soon afterward.
Snccat returned to bis father's house, and
immediately entered upon the wort ot pre
paring himselt for the priesthood. Paean
Ireland was constantly before him in all 1
her moral darkness and degradation. The
love ot Christ constrained him to return
thither, that he might publish the Gospel
to the people of that land where the blessed
light of Christianity had first dawned upon
his own heart Having been admitted to
the priesthood ie returned to the Emerald
Isle, where he preached to the Pagan
tribes with great and saving effect.
, THE SHA3IB0CK PAKABLE.
The Irish were then a barbarous nation.
Even the wealthiest classes herded in rude
huts and subsisted largely upon the roots,
herbs and grasses of the field. Of the arts
and refinements of civilization they knew
absolutely nothing. It was only through
their emotional nature that they could be
approached, aud to that alone St Patrick
appealed in his efforts to win them from
their heathen practices to Christianity. In
trying to explain to them the doctrine ot
the Trinity, be employed the shamrock as a
symbol or illustration of that mystery, and
it is said that to this fact is largely due the
-esteem and veneration in which that plant
is held by the Irish people to-dav.
The date of St Patrick's death, like that
of his birth, is wrapped in uncertainty.
Some writers assign it to the year 458, and
others to 493. During his career ot evangel
ization in Ireland he is said to have founded
865 churches, or one lor every day in the
year, and to have personally baptized 12,000
converts.
There has been much controversy concern
ing the place of his interment In the
works of one of the early fathers of the
church are found these lines:
"On the bill of Down, burled in one tomb,
Were Bridget and Patriclns,
With Columba the pions."
EABLT MISSIONABIES.
, "From the above statement it has been con
cluded that he lies buried at Downpatrick.
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If the lines be true it is certainly very ap
propriate that the three worthies "named
should be interred together in one common
grave, for the names of St Bridget and
Columba are as dear to the Irish people as
St Patrick. St Bridget, whose father was
a Prince of Ulster, was the first Irish sun,
taking the required vows soon after her con
version through the instrumentality of St
Patrick. Under a great oak, which had
served the heathen Druids as a temple, she
built her first cell and called it Kil-Dara.
Around this urinative nunnery the town of
Kildare gradually sprang up. Columba
was an Irish missionary priest to whom be
longs the honor of introducing Christianity
into Scotland.
The miracles legends, traditions, super
stitions and quaint folk-customs and observ
ances associated with the name of St Pat
rick would fill many large Tolumes. One
of the moat familiar of these is his expulsion
of snakes, toads and other reptiles from Ire
land by beating a drum and driving them
before him into the sea. This exploit and
the general fame of St. Patrick have been
commemorated in countless quaint folk
songs, from one of the most characteristic of
which I make the following extract:
St Patrick was a gentleman, ho came of
decent people.
He built a church in Dublin town and put on it
a steeple.
Success attend St Patrick's fist for he's the
decent saint 01
He gave the snakes and toads a twist he's a
beauty without paint 01"
WONDROUS MIRACLES.
In his efforts to convert the Irish pagans,
St Patrick met with much opposition from
their heathen priests, the Druids, who em
ployed every possible trick and deception
to retain their hold upon the people. It
was to expose these impostors that many of
St Patrick's most remarkable miracles were
performed. He cursed the kettles, which
the Drnids employed in the performance of
their mysteries, so that nothing conld be
boiled in them. He transformed the fertile
lands into bogs and banished the fish from
the waters to show the miraculous power he
derived from God. But the Druids still
remaining obstinate, he caused the earth to
swallow them up, and so put an end to
Druids in Ireland forever.
Another ot St Patrick's miracles is thus
described in the old Irish ballad of "Polly
Koe:"
"St Patrick as in legends told,
Tie morning being very cold.
In order to assuage the weather.
Collected bits of ice together;
Then gently breathed upon the pyre.
When every fragment blazed on fire.'
There are at least three physical relics of
St Patrick now in this country. They are
three teeth taken from his "jawbone, in
possession of a Bellast family, and given to
three of its members on immigrating to
America.
Though St Patrick taught the Irish to
distill whisky, which they called poteen in
his honor, he became an "advocate of tem-
fierance when he saw the evil effects of that
iquor. Considering St. Patrick's virtues
and the good work he did, we must agree
with the old folk song that
"For saints and for men you may search the
globe round
Yon may go from the East to the West
But all the world over there's none to be
found
That can equal St Patrick, the best"
FRAITK FEB!.
THE PROMISE OF SCIENCE.
How tho Earth lit Gradually Bcinc 'Used Up
by Slanklnd.
Chicago News. 1
Everybody knows that the world is wear
ing out that the time is coming when we
will have no coal to burn in our grates, and
no iron to make our grates out of, even had
we the coal. A close record of the output
of the oil field discovers the fact that the
petroleum reservoirs are running dry and
investors have not the faith in the inexhaus
tible flow of natural gas that the selle'rsof
wells could wish. We know that precious
metals are dug out in less quantities than
formerlv; that the diamond market, in spite
of Kimberly, is cornering itself; that maho
gany and pine will some day be things of
the past, like the buffalo robe and dodo.
We are confronted with the fact that the
guano deposits will notlastforever,thatthere
is a human limit to the production of elec
tricity, and that our children several times
removed will'have neither quinine, chloro
form nor aniline dyes.
Of course this eeneral exhaustion"" of old
earth's treasure house is some time ahead
of us. It will not happen iu our day nor in
the next century. We can eo on burning the
candle at both cuds for a few hundred years
before humanity has to adjust itself to the
newer or more economical conditions. Bnt,
despite the fact that the time of stress is so
far ahead of us that we can look on to it
jokingly, it is pleasant to learn that science
is getting ready for the rainy day. We aie
on the eve of a new age and on the thresh
old of anew civilization. Aluminium ac
cording to nature, is making ready to take
the place of steel, and it will be cheaper,
lighter, stronger and 1,000 fold more plenti
ful and cheap.
Its price now puts the new elements in the
debatable land between pure chemistry and
practical commerce, and, it is a question of
time merely when we shall build our
houses, our telephones, and our air ships
out of the silvery core of our common clay,
instead of heavy" and refractory iron.
Heat and food, according to science, we
are to gather from the sea in proper fish
culture and wise electrical work. .The eco
nomist brightly believes that we will solve
the labor problem before the middle of the
twentieth century, and solve it to the satis
faction of both parties.
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HUMAN BLOOD AS CEHEKT.
How the Coal Miners Mend Their Fines
Down in the Gloomy Depths.
Philadelphia Press.
"Kext to his wife and babies the coal
miner loves his pipe," said a former worker
in the anthracite mines, but now a well
known politician. "He loves it so well that
he never hesitates to shed his blood to
save it It is 'his one great comfort and
solace down in the gloomy depths, and if
he was as careful of himself as he is of his
pipe there would be less of fatality in the
mines.
"If by some hard luck his pipe is broken
for the miner's pipe is in nine cases out of
ten a clay one Tie has a way of mending it
that no other smoker would resort to. He
takes the needle he carries for picking up
the wick of his lamp and jabs it deep in
his hand or arm. The blood flows quickly
from the wound. The miner rubs the edge's
of the fractured pipe on the blood until
tbey are coated with it and then fits them
together. The blood quickly dries and no
cement could give greater adhesion. I have
known a miner's pipe to be mended in half
a dozen different places with his blood
cement So why shouldn't the miner love
his pipe? Isn't he bound to it by peculiar
ties of consanguinity?"
A Nntnral Mistake.
Mrs. Jar's Pendelum Law takes I Jar's,
what monght that, thing be?
Mr. Jar's Pendelum Wal, Maria, I
should say that's one of the monkeys been
out for a walkp Tezat Stftings.
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CLARA BELLE'S CHAT.
Lenten Diversions Among New York's
Exclusive Four Hundred.
MBS. GEN. BOOTH'S PfiETTY STAFF.
An Incident in the life of -the Hew Presi
dent of Sorosis.
A BAD CA8E OP 100 MUCH GOOD FOBM
tCOEEESPOXDEXCEOFTIIE DISFATCR.1
EW TOBK, March 16.
Two .curious things
are to be seen in New
York as a consequence
of Lent among fashion
able women. There is
a groggery within sight
of my windows. II is a
quiet enough place so
far as outside observation reveals, and its
mahogany blinds and screens hide from
feminine eyes, ordinarily, whatever goes on
within. Bnt yesterday afternoon I saw two
swell ladies and a gentleman, members of
one of our proudest families, alight from a
carriage at the side door of this saloon.
That portal is labeled "Family Entrance,"
and into it I see many children go with
pails and pitchers, and subsequently
emerge with the froth of beer visible above
the edge of those receptacles. I believe the
common people call this "working the
growler." r
My exquisite acquaintances from Filth"
avenue gave quick glances "up and down
the street, and then stepped in a little
hnrridly,as though just a hit afraid of being
seen. I was astonished at theight With
in a few minutes another carriage load of
modest belles and beaux did the same thing
and within an hour a scora of that sort of
folks had entered the drinking place. All
this was on account of Lent.
A LESTEK DIVERSION.
I speedily found out the explanation.
They had rented the bowling alley in the
basement under the saloon for the evening,
and therein played a series of games with
the balls and pins. Bowling is regarded,
for some inscrutable reason, as a permissible
diversion during the Lenten season, and
Fifth avenue people are not only using the
alleys connected with the big athletic clubs.
but are fashionably sanctifying the alleys
connected with the beer saloons by
occasional use. Of course, these particular
occupantsare guarded against the intrusion
of the ordinary customers of these places,
and are quite as exclusive as though
gathered in their own homes.
The other singular sight is that of fhe
Salvation Army lassies entering the resi
dences of the rich and grand. Young Mrs.
Booth, wife of the army's General in Ameri
ca, is a pretty woman, with nice manners,
excellent education, and what is more to
the purpose of a New York fad she speaks
with the right London accent not the
broad cockney dialect of Whitechapel, of
course, but exactly the speech of West End
drawing rooms. She has undertaken to in
terest swelldom in Salvation Army revival
ism, and has lectured several times infor
mally to assemblages of women of wealth.
How deep an impression she has made on
them is a question for surmise, but she has
at least got their passing attention.
SWEET-FACED SALVATIONIST.
On her staff are a dozen very agreeable
young ladies, who wear the quaint costume
of the army, but are not of the vociferous,
rough-and-ready type of evangelists usually
found in that garb. On the contrary, they
are gentle-mannered, sweet-faced creatures
who wear their uniform without being
ridiculous, and even with coquetish touches
of stylishness abont it. They are sent by
Mrs. Booth to residences ot influential ma
trons, whenever requested, there to talk to a
few invited guests, to explain to them the
purposes of the movement, to make
as good an impression as pos
sible and to collect money contribu
tions. That is why you nowadays see Sal
vation Army lassies wending their ways
among the stylishly dressed ladies of the
avenue ahd entering or departing from the
mansions of that thoroughfare. It is the
transitory whim to regard these evangelists
as almost saints, and photographs of Mrs.
Booth have largely displaced those of the
professional stage beauties in the boudoirs
of our girls.
An attempt at modesty of raiment com
bined with expressions of captivating piety
is noticeable in the fashionable observers of
this season, called Lent Churches are now
being made visually interesting by the pres
ence of beauty holding player books and
curving-its eyelashes to heaven.
IX IS A FAD
and there is no religious disrespect in saying
so. Society demands one at every season.
The opera gets to be a bore, cotillions danbe
themselves dizzy, and late suppers fail to"
digest If it were fashionable to keep it up
it would be done until death ensued. Bat
fashion steps in and institutes a relief for
herself by observing Lent. This acts like n
Turkish bath upon the jaded constitution,
and the fatigued angels told their wings to
rest, so they may be able to come up smiling
and rosy at the mountains and seashore next
summer ready for anything, even to con
templating matrimony. Like cure like, but
excitement doesn't cure shattered nerves.
These demand sleep, fresh air, and whole
some food, articles that cannot be got iu so
ciety until Lent lends its aid.
Bnt when I look at our girls here in New
York I am bound to admit that, in spite of
their feverish manner of living, they are
remarkably bright and healthy. Drivine
through the park of an afternoon the spark
ling panorama of fresh-raced young women
perched high ofl the seats of T carts and
Stanhopes, or more often on the back of a
galloping horsc,is invigorating to the mind,
and a guarantee for a good future race. I
know several girls who have been dashing
in the surf of the season's pleasure regard
less of everything but the delights of the
moment, and now that the storm has spent
itself, bless me if those girls aren't as radi
ant.as so many peonies, and so full of life
that electricity fairly crackles in them as
they move.
DASHING SEW TOEK GIRLS.
JThere appears to be a sustaining energy
in the air of New York, and I" am being
constantly assured by men and women who
have lived in various parts of the world
that, taken all in all, New York is the
healthiest spot they ever found.. Be this as
it may, I feel sure that the London girls,
the Paris girls, or the Boston girls, never
came out of the maelstrom of a "season" in
better form than our athletic daises now
show as they course round the park drive
on their thoroughbreds, or foot it off to
church in the dust and cold of these blus
tering March mornings.
The new President of Sorosis, Ella Dietz
Clymer, once had her spell on the stage.
Bier career as an actress was brief and inglo
rious. Although she is prettier than her
sister Linda, who has continued acting, she
did not prove valuable on the stage. She
was a stepdaughter ot Dr. Hallock, a very
bland and genial physician, now dead anS
gone. She moved in a literary circle, wrote
pleasing p. etry, had considerable skill as
an elocntionist, and indulged in a dramatio
ambition. In those days Augustin Daly
was tempting fortune in all sorts of ways,
and was the lessee of three Hew; York thea
ters. His operations soon afterward made
him a bankrupt, but just at that juncture
he had many projects on hand.
WOULD AN ACTBESS BE.
Dr. Hallock took Ella to Daly and ex
plained that she would like to go on the
stage. What he meant was that she should
be engaged to appear in dramas at the Fifth
Avenue Theater, which was Daly's chief
establishment Daly hired the handsome
young lady, and the contract required her
to take whatever roles he might assign to
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her. What was her dismay a week later to
be ordered to assume a role in "King Car
rot," a spectacular extravaganza to be
brought ont at the Grand Opera House.
The manuscript of the part sent to her con
tained about a hundred, words, and it was
quite unintelligible. She went to Daly for
instruction, and there learned that she was
to drive a chariot into one of the gorgeous
scenes.
"But I amva little afraid, Mr. Daly," she
said, in mild protest, "that I am hardly
suited to that I prided myself especially
upon my elocution, and I hoped to make a
debut in an emotional character."
She was told that no first appearance
could well1 be more striking than to drive
two leal horses into public view. She as
sented, partly because she was very anxious
to appear anvhow, and partly because she
had to, according to the terms of the con
tract Then she experienced a second and
worse shock upon seeing a sketch of the
character. The polite belle of a literary
coterie, the authoress of sweet verses, the
dainty recitationist, as a chariot driverl
But she did it. I remember the picture
vividly, and I shall recall it when I'seethe
lady, graceful, suave and dignified; presid
ing at a Sorosis dinner.
BOUCICATLT'S LATEST BRIDE.
The other afternoon I met a little round
shouldered old man in a yellow ulster. His
thin hair was white as new snow; his face
pale and old looking. He might pass un
noticed to the casual stranger,saveasasome
what eccentric gentleman over whose head
aboutTO years had journeyed. He was leaning
on the arm of a semi-young woman with
blonde hair and pleasing countenance. She
was Louise Thorndyke. He, her husband,
Dion Boucicault, the actor and dramatist.
They had been married the day before as a
"clincher" to a cercmonv performed some
four years ago in Australia.
Boucicault has exhibited throughout his
life the peculiarities and frailties of genius
He won his first wife. Agnes liobertson.
away from dukes and all sorts of royal
things. His fluent lave making conquered
her. He stuck to her with commendable
tenacity for a period,' but the time came
when his inconstant temperament demanded
a change. He took several.
But "here is Mr. Boucicault, remarried,
teaching youngsters how to act, retouching
other people's plays, writing a new one him
self, and forming altogether an emphatic
refutation of the threescore-years-and-ten
theory. In his own words, "there is plenty
of blood in the old man yet" But he has.
let us hope, got to the last of matrimonial
ventures.
GOOD FOBM.
There is one thing that has destroyed the
first charm of the girl in New'York the
charm of simplicity and that is her educa
tion up to a routine observance of what she
terms "good lorm." There is scarcely any
thing more disagreeable than a young wom
an who is constantly guarding every move
ment she makes, and by no accident ever
evincing the naturalness of youth.
This geometric propriety of living has be
come mania with many girls. No matter
what their moral disposition may be or
their mental caliber they dare to base their
claims for attention, and even love, on the
crounds of their absolute knowledge of
"good form." They know just the proper
clothes to wear on all occasions, they know
about the applicability of every item of ap
parel, of household furniture, of the use of
words, of methods of hair dressing, of walk
ing, of eating they know it all. And of
course they.are to be admired foreknowing
it all; but the fact that they want to im
press on yonr mind Jroni morning till night
that they know it all is what makes them
nnpleasant companions. Etiquette and
form are their gods, and they worship at
those shrines to the exclusion of everything
that we love in girlhood. Their precise
gestures, their conscious attitudes, their as
surances to you that So and So (whom you
ate especially tond of) is such "awfully bad
form," makes you hate them.
VERY TIKESOJIE.
5Tou get so you delight in the company of
a girl who is bad form, and almost long ior
one who will wear cameo bracelets and say
"darn it," and walk like a baseball player.
While the refining influence of modern so
ciety in this city has undoubtedly reared
for us some of the most delightfully sweet
and magnificent girls on the face ot the
earth, nevertheless there js among them a
very large contingent who couldn't stand
the strain, who were, in fact, of a quality
not fine enough to absorb gentility and
have it an unconscious part of themselves.
So this class goes abont making an exhibi
tion of good manners. They are what used
to "be termed in old times "nasty nice."
They serve "good form" up with soup, with
the coffee, with their songs, with their dogs
and with their men. They indeed fall in
love with a man because he knows all the
niceties of elegant life, and if a man gets a
reputation for leading cotillons and driving
a ttfndem, never forgetting all the while to
wear exactly the tint of gloves requisite for
each exercise, he is a hero fit to rave about,
because he is "such awfully good form, don't
you know."
All of which, as any sensible person will
admit, is very, very tiresome.
Clara Belle.
HOVEL DUCK HUNTING.
A Massachusetts SporismaiTTollows
the
Gams' on nn Ice Tricycle.
Two duck hunters who have just returned
from a season of shooting at Montauk Point,
L. L, report the novel methods of duck hunt
ing resorted to by a Massachusetts sports
man named Chad wick, who has been spend
ing much of the winter about Fort Pond Bay
and Napeague Harbor. Cbadwick has an
ice tricycle which travels on runners, upon
which they say he is able to cruise over
many miles of inshore ponds and
land-locked bays daily without fatigue.
The " machine is fitted with two
steel runners forward like an ice
boat and steers with a, movable runner
aft Between the two forward runners,
and sliehtlv in their rear, a steel-calked.
. wrought-iron wheel travels on the ice. This
is the propelling power. Jt is about three
feet in diameter, and can be geared so as to
make three revolutions to one of the foot
pedals, or less than halt a revolution to each
turn of the cranks, according to the speed
required. Under favorable conditions a re
markably high rate of speed may be main
tained, and in scudding before the wind, or
in'running with abeam wind, the propelling
wheel is lifted up and. a little canoe mast
and sails are rigged and made to do good
service.
Mr. Chadwicklwas easily able to out
shoot his fellow-sportsmen on Long Inland,
as with the aid of his .machine he could
follow the game for any distance in
an incredibly short space of time.
In approaching an opening in the
ice filled with ducks, he is enabled to get
verv near to it Deiore snooting Dy dec
orating his tricycle with brush and trees,
and in this way disarming the birds of all
suspicion as to his real character. By
moving head on to the quarry from the lee
ward with the machine disguised in this
manner the ducks would frequently sit in
tho water until within easy range.
The Wrong Door,
Mr. de Spare You have spurned me with
contempt, and wben I close this portal be
hind me, I shall be lost to the world for-r-r-
everl
Miss Cooldorf (quietly) I think you will,
jur. ue opart;, u you go out mat way. wolf
hasnt had any breakfast to-day. Puc.
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-MAOHfir:
TOPEE THE PYRAMIDS
Experiences of the Baseball Aggre
gation in the Land of Egypt.
AHSOS'S THEATRICAL ADVENTURE.
The
Donkey Eide From Cairo to the
Vicinity of the Sphinx. ,
A GAME WITHOUT AN GATE EECEIPTS
tWEITTEH TOU TUB DISPA1C1I.1
CAIRO, Egypt,
February 11. The
visit of the ball
players to Egypt
has been more like
a jaunt of ordinary
sight-seeing, Cairo
hunting tourists
than the trip of a
combination of pro
fessional athletes.
During their four
days' visit they
roamed about at
pleasure among the
- historical relics of
old Egypt and gave an exhibition of the
American national game purely for the
jlove of poetic association, untarnished by
any thought of vulgar gate receipts.
A dozen or more camels and donkeys had
been edgaged to take the players ont to the
.Pyramids and they arrived at an early
hour. It is a usual thing to find a half
'dozen or more saddled donkeys in front of
the hotel entrances ready to carry travelers
on their sight-seeing trips around tho city.
The large party at the Orient had naturally
attracted a regular retinue of donkey keep
ers and they were already on hand when
those for the Pyramid trip arrived. As the
players came out in their uniforms those
who were to stride the donkeys made a
break forthe nearest animal.
A LITTLE CONFUSION.
The result was a scene of almost hopeless
confusion and the din was frightful even for
bedlamic Cairo. The donkeykeepers quar
reled and swore at each other, and Leigh
Lynch's hair could be seen turning graver
as he tried to straighten things out. The
dragomen had drawn their camels up to the
curb and were belaboring them to an accom
paniment of frantic yells to get them down
on their knees, regardless of the fate of the
boy donkey-tenders, as they jabbered with
equal vehemence in the crusn between the
ponderous Sahara roadsters.
The hotel porters swore alternately in
French, Greek and Arabic; hackmen forced
their way through the throng, slashing their
whips right and left; the crowd laughed dis
cordantly at the fun and didn't help matters
by offering an unceasing stream of advice;
little bootblacks crawled upon the sidewalk
and endeavqred to blacken the shoes of the
ball players by main force; the policemen
whacked innocent and unfortunate pedes
trians who got inside " the circle; Spalding
yelled pigeon-Egyptian at the chief drago
man at the rate of 100 words a minnte, and
the players used vigorous and emphatic lan
guage to the crowd of beggars as they forced
their way to the animals, unheedful of the
cries for "backsheesh."
It was another confusion of tonirues. and
if it was a sample of what a pandemonium
300 Catrenes can make it will be difficult
for them to obtain umpires to face the
racket of several thousand should baseball
ever become popular in their, country. It
was a great circus, and if the players can
have it duplicated in an American city
they can easily draw an audience of 20,000
people.
One of the most interesting features of the
ride was the animated panorama of Egyp
tian life that passed the baseball procession
on the way. The road, at first, was through
the main streets, but singular as it may
seem, the strangely uniformed caravan
seemed to excite but little surprise or com
ment from the natives. Off from the prin
cipal thoroughfares an unending line of
camels was met on their way to the city
markets with their loads of merchandise.
Soirie were burdened with great stacks of
long grass; one hanging on each side; others'
carried big baskets of vegetables, huge
bundles of sugar cane, and heavy loads of
lumber.
Atone place a funeral passed by, the
mourners all males, walking'several abreast,
chanting a monotonous dirge. In the rear
four men bore the coffin, a plain pine box
covered with a red cloth, on their shoulders,
while two little boys immediately in front
carried a bird-like" reed cage, its contents
hidden by a red cloth. As the ball players
passed the mourners ceased their chant for
a moment and grinned amusedly at the
queex camel-riders. They were not, appar
ently, overwhelmed with grief. Perhaps
they even felt happy. Departure from the
squalor and wretchedness of a poor man's
lite in Cairo, even by death, might, yery
consistently, be made an occasion for rejoic
ing by his friends.
Further on tho procession crossed the
great Kasr-el-Nil bride across the Nile. A
sharp turn in the road at the opposite side
brought it in front of a broad, open space
bordering on the river which was used as a
market. The sandy soil was crowded with
poorly dressed natives whose wares con
sisted mostly of fruits and other edibles.
The merchandise was spread out upon the
ground or rested on the backs of kneeling
camels. Everybody appeared to be selling
and no one buying.
A HISTORIC CONTEST.
The scene of the historic contest
even space ot sand in a little valley about
uvu joo iiuu vuc upuiuju xuc Kruuuu was
soft and sandy, but had sufficient hardness
to give. a holdon the shoe spikes. Just be
yond the infield the ground began to rise,
and a short cropping of grass appeared
above the surface. It seemed to be on the
line which marks with marvelous abrupt
ness the end ot the rich, green grass of the
Valley of the Nile and the beginning of the
Great Desert To the rear of the home plate
the head of the Sphinx and the towering
string of Pyramids could just be seen.
On the extreme left were the mnd houses
of the Bedouin village, and beyond them ap
peared the hazy ontlines of a line of tall
palm trees. On the left a wide-spreading
sycamore and a single date palm looked
lonely but refreshing against a high hill of
sand that hid the desert beyond; back of
center field the land rolled away drearily in
a vast waste of sand that seemed to end
nowhere.
The gathering of spectators was small but
picturesque. The ladies and other mem
bers of the party sat in the sand in a gronp
near third basewhile about 100 children of
the desert, ranging in years from the "back
sheesh" hunting bovs, to venerable bearded
patriarchs, squatted" on their haunches aud
lonned a semi-circle around the backstop
nigh on to first base. They were clothed in
loose fitting gowns, that once were white,
with the exception of one or two sons of the
sheiks who lent a bit of color to the scene in
garments of purple velvet fringed with
tarnished gold. '
HUNTING A THEATEE.
Many amusing incidents ocaurred during
the sight-seeing about the old city. One
that happened to Anson on the evening pre
vious to the ball game is worth mentioning.
The Chicago captain wanted to visit tho
theater, and in company with his wife
started out in a carriage with his pet drago
man, Billy Jphnson", on the front seat.
After driving through several of the main
streets Anson noticed a large" building illu
minated and made up his mind it was the
theater. He ordered the driver to stop in
front of it A number of soldiers in red
coats were drawn up in front of the brightly
lit entrance, but the "old .man" thought
this was only a custom of the country. He
assisted his wife out of th carriage and to-
getner tney entered tne spacious vestibule,
A handsome military looking gentleman
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met them, and the old ball tosser askea:
"Where do you buy the tickets?" "
"Tickets?" echoed the stranger.
"Yes, tickets for the show," persisted
Anse. (
A smile spread over the gentleman's face
as he answered; "This is a private party,
sir."
Anse wanted to fall down as he made his
apologies and hasty exit from the residence
of one of the most distinguished military
officers in the city.
ingebsqll's image.
Among the antiquities in the Bolauk
Museum that interested the Chicago people
particularly, is a small wooden image about
three feet h'igh. A kind of gown covers the
figure leaving exposed the ankles and feet
In one hand is a thin staff, and he has one
foot forward as if in the act of walking. It
looks as if it might be the image of a her
mit. The face is full, round and smooth,
there is a semblance of baldness above the
foreheadand the general- air is soft and
sleek.
The wood is of a mahogany color and the
catalogue says it is a relic of the fourth
dynasty and has been found to be an exact
image of Sheik El Beled, one of theMayors
of Saqqurah. However true this may be
there wasn't a Chicagoan who visited . the
museum who did not find in it'the exact
image of their former distinguished towns
man, Bob Ingersoll. There was only one
trifling difference; the right cheek of the
image was not entirely smooth, having a
long crock in it. The catalogue number is
3962. S. GOODFBIEND.
TEITIAL INCIDENTS.
Not Easy to Drave the 1.1 no Between Them
nnd Important Occurrences.
London Spectator.!
What may be deemed a trivial incident?
What is an occurrence of serious import
ance ? Those who have observed life most
closely will probably be the least able to
furnish to these queries replies altogether
satisfactory. Thechoice of a boy's school, a
young man's start in a profession, marriage,
serious injuries, illness, sudden wealth or
poverty, would probably be included in the
latter; while meeting an acquaintance
in the street, forgetting to post a letter, ac
cepting an invitation to a particular party,
the expression ofa random opinion, missing
a railway train, are likely to be relegated to
the former category. Yet an unbiased an
alysis of the experiences of the majority of
mankind would, in our opinion, show that
what is variously termed by different orders
of persons "providence," "chance," or the
"chapter of accidents," acting extremely
often through the agency of the slightest
imaginable cirenmstances, plays a most im
portant, not unfrequently an overwhelming
part, in the drama of human affairs.
The arising of a certain idea at a given
propitious moment is another most weighty
factor in life. It may be replied that New
ton's apple or Watt's tea kettle only brought
to a definite expression reflections which
had long been working in the philosopher's
brain; but there can be no question that
many thoughts productive ot momentous
consequences flash on the mind suddenly by
what can only be termed an inspiration.
Then, again, as to a particular line of con
duct and its results. The novice is taught,
and rightly taught, that the good apprentice
succeeds, and comes in his special sphere to
honor and credit. But we could name an
eminent public character who owes his
brilliant career entirely to crass neglect of
his duty as a railway booking clerk; and
also an idle dunce at 'school, held pre
destined to the workhouse, who retired from
business about the time his cotemporaries
were taking their degrees, on a fortune ac
quired through a timely developed genius
tor blending and tasting tea.
We know of a young Austrian to whom
vast wealth was bequeathed by an aged
gentleman whom the lucky youngster met
in a railway train returning from his only
sou's funeral because the bereaved parent
was touched by the close resemblance of the
stranger's features to those of his departed
boy. Similarly, we are acquainted with a
person who distinctly traces his entry on a
distinguished professional life to the selec
tion one day of a certain thoroughfare in a
large city, where seve'ral ways met. Above
all, to mention the most critical of steps, the
origin of very many marriages would dis
close this woof of destiny crossing, modify
ing and not seldom canceling the operation
of the warp of law generally controlling
events.
THE WITCH OP BERKELEY.
The blnaular War In Which Sho Directed
Her Body to be Burled.
Newcastle (England) Chronlcle.i
Old ' William, of Malmesbury tells us
that the famous witch of Berkeley "put no
moderation to her sins," because she was
as yet on this side of old age, although
beating on the door of it with a near foot
Trouble coming to her as it does to all mor
tals, her son dying and his family being
ruined, she fell ill and summoned her sur
viving children, ,a monk and a nun, to come
to her. She confessed herself to have been a
great sinner, but relied pretty comfortably
upon their piety to make things better for
her. What her occult knowledge taught
her might be the ultimate fate of her body,
after the soul had gone to its just reward,
she knew best, but her instructions for its
preservation were singular.
She directed that it besewninastag'shide,
and afterward placed in a stone sarcopha
gus, the cover of which was to be fastened
with lead and iron. In addition, three iron
chains of great weight w'ere to fasten the
stone, and there wJs to be psalm-singing for
50 nights, and the same number of masses
in the days. If for three nights these pre
cautions could keep the body at rest, on the
fourth night, it was to be buried in the
ground. But jt was no use; vows, prayers,
and tears were equally of no avail, while the
strongly bolted door gave way easily to the
hievils, who broke through .the band of sing-
ing choirs and tore asunder the two chains
at the extremities of the stone, the middle
one resisting their iorce.
This was on the first two nights; on the
third the whole monastery seemed shaken
to its foundation, and a tall, terrible man
dashed the doors in pieces, advanced to the
coffin, and calling to the woman by name com
manded her to arise. TJnon her answering
she could not on account of her chains,
"You shall be loose," said he. "and to your
evil;" and immediately she broke the chain
with as much ease as pack-thread. He also
kicked off the lid of the coffin, and, having
taken her by the hand, drew her out of the
churph in sight of them all. "Before the
door stood a 'proud black horse neighing,
with iron hooks projecting over his whole
back. The woman was put upon the beast,
and soon disappeared from the eyes of the
spectators. Her supplicating cries for help
were heard for nearlv four miles."
A Friendly Catalan.
Mr. Weepleigh (who has come around the
corner unexpectedly) Good morning, Uncle
Phllipl
TJncle Philip Good mornin', 'squire;
good mornin', sahl I war jista-comin' up
to yo' house fer ter warn yer dat dey's A new
fambly ob coons moVeu in ober on d' hill,
an' dey's li'ble ter be fond ob chick'ns.
How's yo' Leghorns a-gittin' 'long, sab.?
Judge.
SSu."
Jr
-Sr:
VfsUNDJW THOUGHTS "
-OS-
BY A CLEBGYMAN.
OTJ cannot judge of the
height ofa mountain when
right under it you need
an offing of 20 miles.
Neither can the magni
tude of an event be justly
estimated when too near.
We are now far enough
removed from the still recent change in the
National Government to measure one phast
of it
Nothing more humanly sublime can be
conceived than the peaceful transfer of this
mighfy nation's destinies -from the hands
and hearts of one set of patriotic men to
the .hearts and hands, of another set with
different ideas and vpolitics. The scene in
Washington on inauguration day was more
dramatic than any conp de theater. The
streets were full of soldiers, but they were
only figures in a pageant The boom of
cannon was beard, but it was the thunder of
salutation of the outgoing to the incoming
tenants of the Wbite House. Tha excitement
was frantic but it was the frenzy of peace, not
war. Conflicts they were, but they wera con
flicts of good-natured chaff and badinage.
The finest procession' that day was not the
Presidental one it was the inexhaustible pro
cession along the sidewalk, in tho misty per
spective ever lost, ever renewed, sweeping on
ward between its architectural tunka under
the ceaseless drip of rain, but all aflame witb
rainbow colors, pushing, laughing, the strife of
sight-seers, not of lighters, with plumes and
velveU and silks and tatters commingled in
one indescribable confusion of democratic
order.
What could be finer than tbe interchange of
courtesies between President Cleveland and
President Harrison? than the active super
vision of Mrs. Cleveland at tbe White House
in preparing the Presilental lunch? than tbe
delicate surrender of place and power on the
one hand, and tbe graceful acceptance of it on
the other?
When we remember what a change of ad
ministration means (especially a radical
change. Involving tbe displacement and re
placement of great parties); when we recall
the fierceness of the preceding national can
vass; when we reflect upon what all this would
mean anywhere else in France,barricades and
the Marseillaiserjn Mexico, civil'war; in the
South American Republics, anarchy it is im
possible not to feel proud of our dear America,
and to exult over its self-control and patriotic
behavior.. .
This is Sunday, and the writer of these lines
has nothing to do on this day and in these
columns with politics. But it is Impossible.
even in a ouiet ministerial corner, to look ont
over that scene of tumultuous concord, witbout
congratulating Democrats and Republicans
alike upon their equality to tbe situation. The
English poet Coleridge, says be once met in
Frankfort, a German who always took off his
bat with profound respect wben be spoke of
himself. In view of its behavior on tbe 4th, of
March, tbe American peoplo is entitled to tike
off its hat to itself.
A Religions War in Canada.
There is grave talk of religious war In Can
ada. In Pnnco Edward's Island, in
New Brunswick, in Quebec, where the
balance between Protest ants and Ro
man Catholics is so even that it 13
easily disturbed, the f eelins- is angry aud bellig
erent It is race acainst race, creed against
creed, church against church, bouse against
house.
Charges of had faith, and no laith at all, are 1
freely bandied. Rusty old swords are being
rough ground, and firearms are kept cocked
and primed.
The Canadian Confederation bids fair to
blow up with an explosion that will shake tbe
continent
See here, friends across tbe line, what is the
matter with you? Don't jou remember that
this is the afternoon of tbe nineteenth century?
Haven't religious wars bled out? What do you
expect to gain by cuttingone another's throats?
Is this the way to illustrate and commend tha
gospel of the Prince of Peace? Are you "liv
ing epistles" written in. the ink of. tbe New
Testament?
Come now, have done with your squabbling.
Take tbe advice of Brother Jonathan, and let
your only rivalry be the rivalry of goodwill
and good works. Isn't the Canadian weather
cold enough this year to keep you cool? Go
into the ice palace at Montreal, then, and cool
off there in summer attire.
One thing is certain; you Canadians can't
come into this glorions union until you Christ
ianize yonr morals and your manners.
Always Be Dolnff.
To one of a nervous, sanguine temperament,
patient waiting is the most difficult of attain
ments. Quicksilver people must be in motion.
"Very well, then. While waiting for the special
tbing for which yon are called upon to exercise
patience, grapple the nearest thing. Discbarge
tbe obvious task. This will at once profitably
ocenpy the time, and be likeliest to lead out to
the object waited for.
In the many days gone by Simon Peter was
obliged, on one occasion, to wait for the prom
ised vision of the risen Christ. Meantime,
what to do? He was not a natnral waiter; so
he said: "I go a fishing." And, oh joy! right
there in his boat, as it rose and fell with the
breathing of the water, he gained the longed
for sight, and beheld Jesus. Snppose be had
stayed moping in Jerusalem. What if be had
dawdled up and down Galilee? Why, then bis
waiting might have been eternal.
If you cannot do the tbing you want to ont of
hand, do the thing you can tbe tbing in band.
Often tbe path to the desired object lies
straight through what Is less desirable, on tbe
principle of the provero, "The longest way
'round is the nearest way home."
But for those who ara sequestered from
active life by age or infirmity, and who rest
under the weight of years or beneath God's
band, waiting is serving. Milton, old, blind, in
poverty, felt and expressed this in bis famous
sonnet on blindness:
God doth not need
Either man's works or bi3 own gifts: who best
jiearuisnumyoKe, tney serve mm Desi;nissia to
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed.
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
Tbey also serve who only stand agd watt
Denth Will Always Prevail.
Our mutual friend. Mr. Smith, (a very
numerous man) is projected into the year 2SS9
Iby tbe wizard pen of Jules Verne-. The im
aginative Frenchman's latest night of fancy Is
his highest He gives a prophecy and a
history a prophecy of 1,000 years hence, and a
history of, an editor in that millenium.
Well, Mr. Smith (anybody familiar with the
directory wonld know that the Smiths were in
no danger of petering ont, bnt migbt expect,
like Tennyson's brook, to "go on forever"). Is
no paltry millionaire like bis brother of to
day. Ho; a billionaire is he. An air coach
(borrowed from Elijah, 1,000 years and more
ago) conveys him in flashes which annihilate
time and distance. He chats with his wife in
Paris through the telephone. Nay, he sees her
as she sits at Supper, through tne telepbote
(notyet invented), just yonder on the boule
vard dee Itallens. Ho receives her promise to
be back, and home in America by II o'clock
that night (a disreputable hour for a woman to
be scurrying through the air. But perhaps
woman will then be thoroughly "emancipated."
and singing bass in tbo rboir). Mr. Smith's
reporters gather tbe newt by pneumatic con
trfrauces. His journal blazons its advertise
ments on clouds but is careful to exact pay
ment therefor in more substantial form.
Two things, however, are disappointing to
our hopeful anticipations of the "good time
coming." Mr. Smith, with all bis getttngs, has
not cot rid of care and worry. These tin.
demons torment him precisely as they do his
namesake of to-day. His brow 1 as drawn, bis
manner is as restless, his increasing business
anxieties are as burdensome as are those of the
editor of this Journal. Moreover, "in Mr.
Smith's presence, a much-heralded experiment
was tried of bringing back to life one whose
animation bad been suspended for a bnndred
years. But it failed then, just as disastrously
as it would fait now." So, then, wrinkles ana
death reign down there, just as tbey do up
here. Try again, Jules Verne.
Temperate Temperance.
It is a pity that the temperance question
should not be discussed more calmly and
rationally. The problem is so utterly perplexed
and difficult the interests concerned, tha in
dividual habits affected, the social customs at
stake are so manifold, that it is hopeless to
think of solving it out of hand.
Unfortunately, one or two panaceas ara
widely advertised and trumpeted. And worst
of all, those wbo question tbe efficacy of these
cure-alls are fiercely denounced as enemies of
God and man. Instead of welcoming tbe con
tribution of any thonchf nl student of a social
question of such magnitude; instead of looking
at the queatfonall'round.andllkoljord Bacon. I
rjSTrt,
I
formulating a philosophy from toetfact,th$
self-elected champions of- temperancajneyer
meet without reading out of theranks anybody,
and everybody who cannot adopt thelr.remedy
and swallow tbeir nostrum. All agree as'Jo
the evil; the disagreement is only in tho ways
and means of betterment No matter If you
are not in favor of prohibition you are tha
friend of the dive and tho brothel-such is tho
Theetruthi3 that intemperance ought to bat
treated in a dozen different .ways. The ,trea
ment should bo conditioned by tbe culture, tha
way. Yet in tbe four States or Massachusetts,
New Hampshire, Nebraska and Penwlyanl
a vote is to be polled this spring on the ques
tion of incorporating in their constitutions
clause prohibiting the manufacture and sale or
alcoholic liquors as a beverage. That Js, km
gravelv proposed while debate is. going on,
while methods are still under consideration,
while nothing is settled save the character or.
the gigantic evil, to force a questionable rem
edy into the fundamental law of tha State.
"Prohibition as an effective measure of tem
perance," remarks the Rev. Dr. Lyman Abbott,
In the Christian Union, 'Is still an experiment,
and a somewhat doubtful experiment whose
general results thus far justify the conclusion
that it succeeds in a rural community where
Protestant and Puritan elements are in the as
cendency, and fail in commercial and.tuanu--facturing
communities where the population M
heterogeneous." . .' - "
Belnro adopting this experiment as a'flnal
measure, it were wiser to wait and watch.v -
Sw
Wisdom of Aces. s 7
Control yonr temper, for if it does not obey jj
you it will govern you. Horace.
If you wish to marry suitably, marry jour &
equal. Ovid.
God is ever drawing like toward lfka and if.
making them acquainted. J'lato. "; J
Remember the judgment of God that thou
mayest justly fear; and never forget Hiss?
mercy that thou mayest never be led to despair. '.
Fetrareh.
Some are honest and pious as long a3they,
tbrive upon it; bnt if tbe devil himself gives
better wages they soon change their party.-" .
Seneca. r
Chide a friend In private and praise nun, la ,
public Sol on.
Never confide in a young person new pails
leak. Never tell yonr secret to the aged old
doors seldom shut closely. Selected.
How soon passlns events become tbe subject
of painting, poetry and history. We move and
act among them, and are a part of them to-day.
To-morrow (like iEnas, who saw bis own do
ings on the brazen gates of the Tynan Queen).,
we have the whole hang up in galleries or de
scribed In books, and moving us again to indig
nation, to merriment or to tears. W. P.
Tbe famous Dr. Fuller having requested a
bright friend to make an epitaph for him, re
ceived this:
"Here Lies Fuller's Earth."
MATERIAL. FOE A MOEAk
The Interesting Story of the Evolution of
be Corbalt Very Prettily Told.
New York Sun J
In the streams of the Bocky Mountains
the fishermen use a bait that is not general
ly known in the United States. It is called -corbait.
It is a kind of water grub, and in
natural history it furnishes, like the butter
fly, some interesting evidence in favor ofthe
doctrine ot evolution, while the close of its
existence might point a moral for preachers
and philosophers of opposite turns of mind.
At the sandy bottom of a clear and slug
gish stream it first appears as a little mag
got rolling along with the current. As it
rolls, portions of the finest sand and atoms
of wood stick to it, until it acquires a com
plete overcoat. With the gluey substance
which it has acquired in nature's store, it
cements the sand and little particles of wood
around its body with marvelous skilL Its
head and front part3 are somewhat like a fly
or little beetle, and it has strong claws.
When its overcoat or house is finished,. with
all the modern improvements, it stops roll
ing and begins to crawl on the bottom
against the current until it Teaches a rock,
under which it takes refuge from trout and
other enemies. There it remains in peace
and security all through the summer.
In winter it closes np the front and only
door of its cabin and doubtless sleeps tha
sleep of tl.e just. When spring returns,
and the water begins to get warm, it man
ages to thin down tbe walls of its habita
tion, from which, of course, tbe water is
alreadyexpelled. until it becomes sufficiently
buoyant to bear the tenant to the surface.
Then it floats along, looking like an insig
nificant fragment of a rotten twig. Sud
denly under the rays of the sun the upper
portion ot this affair bursts open. It
is a boat now, with one little passenger
aboard a beautiful green fly, known by trout
fishers as the "green drake." Perfectly sale in
bis little vessel, this green drake enjoys the
sunshine. He scratches his wings with his
toes, combs his hair with his fingers, and.
takes some long and lazy stretches. Then,
as if struck with a new idea, he raises his
wings, hesitates a moment to consider his
future career, and at last flies off to make -new
acquaintances in another sphere of
life.
Unfortunately his want of experience on
wings is too often fatal to him. His ability
and propensity to walk upon the water seem
to be of questionable utility; but he gets
there as if to look down upon tbe miserable
world from which he came. Lost in reverie
and serene happiness, he 'floats along care
lessly and then disappears in the jaws of a
hungry trout, where his variegated career,
ends.
CAS'T TAKE THE CENSUS.
Some of the Ludicrous Experiences tha
French Are Having; In Tonquln.
New York Sun.I
The French are having some ludicrous
experiences in Tonquin,a land that seems to
be a good deal of a white elephant in
their hands. They have, for the present,
given up their efforts to take the census of
the capital, Hanoi, which is supposed to
contain about 100,000 persons. Every time
the census agents started on their rounds
they created a small panic. The natives
were certain some deep-laid deviltry was at
the bottom of this unheard of and incompre-
nensioie anair. jlc was evident their taxes
were to be increased, or they were to be vic
timized in some manner. The result was
that o n each occasion there was a great ex
odus of townspeople to visit their country
cousins, and those who remained imparted
the wildest misinformation. Little matrons
declared by all that was sacred thaNthey
were childless widows, though their half .
dozen young hopefuls were at that time
tumbling about in the gutters. The French
have grown weary of pursuing knowledge
under such trying circumstances.
OBSEETISG THELETTEE OF THE IAW.
A Chicago Man's Method oTKeepIns a Cleaa
Conscience During Lent.
Chicago Mall.
We are now launched upon the lenten
season, and many a poor fellow while trying
to do his duty has found temptation too
strong and broken his vows. Sitting in a
restaurant to-day a gentleman overheard the
following conversation "between the man
sitting opposite and the waiter:
!'.Bnz me some baked white fish."
"All out, sir."
"Out? Then I'll take some pork and
cabbage. This is lent, but the Lord knows .,
I called for fish." .
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