I . .' r. 1I15XIIY A. PAIISOXS, Jr., Editor and FubUftlier. ELK COUNTY THE REPUBLICAN PA11TY. Two Dollars per Anniiiu. i VOLUME III. ' RID GAY AY, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 24, 1873. NUMBER 8. ) Miscellaneous Selections. FORESHADO WINOS. When the fitlr mother of onr race Stood on the verge of Iliilrii-kcl, . And plucked, ith,bent and tliot&titmi fafcc, Xbe slx-rnyed stars of asphodel, Bid any prescient fancy hum' Upon the tablet of her fears, A shape of dnst-enclrcllng urn, Dark with those twined and hollow spears? Ensanguined amaranth, or scent Of myrrh, or willows' shivering gloom, With strange incitement may have bent Her thought to some dim sense of doom. She heard Bt times the turtle-dove Moan from her height) the forest throng Lay silent, while his hopeless love lie sang, who is the lord of song. Ah, sorrow I loth to wait thine hour. Didst thon that happy bower invade, And through a sound, or shnde, or tlowcr, Suggest the ruin thou hast made? If sad was Eve, In lightest trace If drooping cypress bough and cone, And boding yew, obscured her face, By shadows deeper than their own rerchance, from mist of coming years,' A voice, not mine, but sweeter far, Glanced backwiird to her strained ears, And, sort as sylvan murmurs are, Breathed vaguely o'er her 'wildered thought) A wandering wind, from distant seas, Stirred her long tresses, as she caught A music set to words like these : "Take heart, O! thou divinely fairl Death is the root of life) and we. Through hone from thee, ascend the stair That climbs to domes of victory. " We, too, look forth, and long to know And win some glimmering sight of things. That from a higher future tlirow Their blent and faint foreshadowings. ' 'Yet what we dimly Bee, we teach But dimly. 'Death' and 'conqueBt' seem To thee the idlest breath of speech That whispers through a morning dream. ' 'And since thy spirit has the gate Of every sense thrown back so wide, That coming ills, importunate, In shadow o'er the threshold glide, 'Let Nature still be Nature's key. For her own pain supply her balms; To bays look thou from funeral tree. Ana catch the murmured laugh of palms. "Turn from one sad nocturnal lay To notes that take their choral birth When birds upspring to hail the doy, And gird with song the rolling earth." Overland Monthly for April, CATCHING A BUTTERFLY. Kate, love, who do you think contemp lates a visit to us, next month?" " If it please heaven, not your Aunt Emily, with her five unruly cherubs!" replied my wife, upsetting her work-box in her consternation. " No, my dear," I replied, with an in ward shudder at the suggestion. "That at least is spared us. This letter is from Cousin John Durham. "What! our scientific relative! O, Harvey !" "My dear, consider we havn't seen him for over five years." " And consider, Harvey, how much more scientific and absent-minded he will be than he was live years ago ; ho was dreadful enough then. Do you recollect his wiping his mouth with Mrs. Dean's point-lace handkerchief, mistaking it for a - napkin ? Or, how he salted his cofiee in stead of his egg, remarking afterward, with a surprised countenance, that the coffee had a 'somewhat peculiar llavor' that morning?" " Eccentricities of genius my love, as Mr. lMekwickeavs." "And O, his room!" pursued my wife, nnhceding the interruption, "think how it will look all the time he's here, swarming with snakes, and toads, and bugs witli dreadful Latin names, spitted on needles ?" "There, take breath a little, Kitty. Why, I thought you were really fond of John." " And so I am. He's a dear old fel low after all. But here's the rub, Har vey Cousin Floy is coming at the same time. Now, to bring a beautiful, fashion able young lady into collision with such a queer genius as John Durham they'll certainly clash ! And John is so absurd with young girls ; treats tliein as if they were children, not worth his no tice. It's riuieulous, for he's scarcely thirty-eight himself." " Well, my love, I can only advise you to get your rooms ready, and trust to Providence !" Three weeks after arrived our charming Cousin Floy. One winter of bellehood In New Vork had left the roses still unfaded in her checks, and her eyes as bright a blue as ever. There was a rustic iresiiness and piquancy about her savoring rather of the woods and fields than of crowded ball rooms and unhealthy hours. She laughed merrily as Kate related her tribulations. "Whv. Kate. I'm delighted what oueer genius he must be. I'm going to try and make a conquest of him." " Kate shook her head, laughing. 1 wouldn't attempt it, Floy ; you might as well try to fiirt with an elepnant." " We shall see," said Floy. Next day, about tea-tiuie, John ap neared. A tine-looking, although not handsome fellow: massive, and broad Bhouldered. with a pair of very dark-gray eyes looking out from black, overhanging eyebrows; black hair curling thickly over his head, and a complexion deeply cm browned by his long sojourn in a southern land; rather careless in his dress, and dreadfully absent ill his manners such was John Durham, the hero of my story. Floy, looking her sweetest, in white and blue, her blonde ringlets lulling over her shoulders, awaited us in ine drawing-room. " Our cousin, Mr. Durham, Floy," says Kate. "John, tins is a Hear little cousin of mine Miss Florence Bird." " Good evening, sir," says Floy, as she glanced upward in timid admiration at this tall, broad-shouldered genius. " How d'ye do, sissy," says John, shak ing her little nanu very Kinaiy, tnougn scarcely glancing at her as he does so. Kate laughs i laugh Floy, despite her vexation, laughs too. John stands grave ana puzzieu, regarding us witn wonder inn attention. " My dear John," says Kate, at length. " were you aware you were introduced to 11 a l r t .i i i . . a young ibuj r miss r luy nas Deen 'out a whole winter." " 1 beg her pardon, most sincerely." re plies John, bowing low, with a degree of ' grave irony in in wue, ior ins second clance has scarcely convinced him. And so we all sit down Floy pouting a little, Kate rosy with the laughter she tries vainly to suppress. " Well. Cousin Jwhn, we were all deep. lv interested in your last article In the Monthly." said I, after a pause " Except me, if you please," said Miss Flov. nertl v. " for I never took the slight est interest in flies, and grasshoppers, and such disgusting creatures." I looked at the little damsel in astonish ment ; she tossed up her hands disdainful ly ; John eyed her as he would a very saucy child. " Have some bread?" he asked, coolly. "Thank you," said Floy, "perhaps you will have the kindness to pass my third cup of tea wiihout drinking it, Mr. Dur ham ; you have disposed of two cups of tea that were on their way to me, already. " Florence, despite her displeasure, could not avoid a little hysterical giggle as she spoko. John, really coloring, begged her pardon, and passed her cup. Then, by way of conciliation, he addressed a few words of conversation to her. " What school are you attending at present, miss Miss Flora?" I have completed my education, sir," in a frigidly dignified tone. " In- leed'l 1 wish I could say as much, Miss Floy," is John's dry reJoinder,as with an amused smile he turns away from her to direct his conversation to Kate and me. When John chooses to talk, his conversa tion is truly delightful even Floy sits en tranced, listening to his animated descrip tions of the new and strange countries he had seen. " Well, what do you think of your 'con quest' now?" whispered Kate, a little maliciously, as, tea ended, we enter the parlor together. "Who wants to make a conquest of such an old bear" asks Floy, shortly. But next morning, lo and behold ! ap peared Miss Floy, in her simplest dress, liur pretty fair hair braided round her head, anil an air of demure propriety diffused all over her little person. She greeted John with dignified humility. John, who had quite forgotten yesterday's little passage-of-arms, returned the greet ing kindly, but took slight notice of her otherwise. She tried to talk profoundly to him, and bored him terribly ; and when that evening she approached hlin, bearing a ponderous geological work, one passage of which she innocently asked him to "explain," John, I am sorry to say, lost patience, and " snubbed" our lit tle cousin shamefully. " My dear Miss Floy," ho said, very blandly, " If I were not afraid of offend ing a young lady who has 'completed her education, 'I would advise you not to at tempt at present a work of this profound nature. Kate has in her library a book entitled ' Short Lessons in Natural His tory for Youthful Beginners,' which if you really desire to learn, you will find both amusing and instructive." "Thank you, sir," said Floy coloring scarlet, and making him a sweeping cour tesy, " I'm sorry I disturbed your sub lime meditations, even for a moment." From that time, Floy, throwing aside her little pedantic mask, resumed her curls, her petulance, her sarcastic on slaughts. One day, she wrote a parody of his last article very cleverly done ft was, too, with most laugh-provoking car icaturesand left it in plain sight on his study-table. Her little sarcastic speeches were as stinging as the wasps'-ncst she hired our little Irish boy to deposit in his coat-pocket. The good professor, though usually indifferent to her attacks, mani fested at times the irritation of a great dog when a fly tickles his nose too inces f aritly ; at which time Floy's exultation was excessive. " Now, John, I'll take no denial, you must go to the picnic with us." "O, my dear Kate ." " You needn't talk if you don't want to : but go you must. It's verv bad far you to confine yourself to the society of Hies, ana cocKroacties, ana sucn pesky varmint' isn't it, Floy, darling mustn't he go?" " I wouldn't urge him," said Floy, with a haughty shrug, " the flies, and cock roaches, and the other pretty little crea tures, would shed more tears over his ab sence than we are likely to. I dare sav." John looked really hurt for a moment, as he glanced across the table at his sav age little opponent. Kate gave her a cross look that appalled her somewhat. " Come, John, you'll go with us." " Well, yes," John assented at last, with a sigh of resignation ; but to Floy he addressed n ither word nor look during the remainder of the breakfast. Two hours later we were on our Way a merry party ot tnirty or iorty at tne least. A nue ot several miles Drought us to Sylvan Falls, a place whose wild and romantic beauty rises before me now, like the memory of a delightful dream. Plunging into the woods at once, we followed the narrow path that led to the lalls, the distant music ot which soon resounded in our ears. On we scrambled, often "Indian file," over the narrow up-hill and down-nm patn mat lea through the woods ; shouting and sci earn ing as we clambered over the huge rocks that often strove to arrest our way. The music of the falls grew louder and louder, and at length a sudden turn in the path brought them to our view. Down what seemed a huge stairway hewn In the solid rock, they plunged, Dursting into a wnite fury of foam over the detached pieces of rock which here and there strove to inter cept their mad career. Here we paused to rest, admire the scenery, and eat our luncheon, for which tne most poetic mind was Dy tnis time ravenously anxious. With two excep tions, we were all in the best of spirits. One of these was John, who, never much at his ease in such a gathering, began to feel excessively " bcred," and took the earliest opportunity to slip off, unper ceived. The other was Floy, who, for such a naturally bright little body, ap peared uncommonly dull ; and after awhile, she too slipped away, deserting several voutniui admin rs, wno nau Dcen trying to entertain her. The history of tier suosequent adventures I received from Kate. Floy, when she set out, had no inten tion of roaming to any distance ; but, ab sorbed in her own rather sorrowful reflec tions, she wandered on insensibly. Poor little coquette! She now suspected, I think, that she was becoming entangled in the net she had cast for another, and was by no means so insensible to John's coolness as she would have had us imag ine. It was not till she had wandered some distance that a feeling of loneliness oppressed her, and she turned to retrace her steps. But that was no light mat ter ; it was easy, very easy, to lose one's self in these old woods. Amid all the crooks, and turns, and de vious pathways, the poor child soon found herself bewildered, and began to cry in sad earnest. Then she called for help, but no voice answered her. Plung ing desperately at last into a path she had a vague hope might lead her in the right direction, she followed it for some dis tance, pausing, all at once, with a violent start, as in a little thicket on the 6ide of the hill she saw John Durham ! Floy's first feeling was one of intense relief; the next instant she shrank back into the shelter of the trees. " I'll follow at a distance," she muttered, " but not let him see me for the world the pomp ous old prig 1" Still she could not for the life of her nelp putting out her little head to see what the ' pompous old prig "was doing. with v.i ui JT,i..r i j iui ma uui uguuy e&ieuueu 1U ills I1UI1U, an expression of minified rapture and anxiety on his face, he was stealing cau tiously toward tne edge ot the bank l here, evidently, in the center of that wild rose tapestry, swinging so grace fully from tree to tree, had settled the prize he was BO anxious tn secure. Flov watched him, a look of mingled amuse- uicui ttnu uuuieinpi comically depicted on her pretty face. "There, now! onn wnnlH thlnlr the whole world depended on his catching mm. uuLLciuy. i nope you'll lose ner, Mr. Pompous. Good ! she's fluttered off. NOW, he follows her. all excitement. Gracious! he's just on the edge of the bank. Shall I call? Nonsense ; he's big enough to take cam of himself. He wouldn't thank me O !" With a piercing shriek, Floy sprang from the thicket where she had concealed herself. John, in the hurry and excite ment of the chase, had set his ftnt upon a rolling stone; The consequences were disastrous. Over the steep bank he went, clutching vainly at the brambles for sup port. An appalling silence followed. Floy stood one instant, white and al most stunned with the sudden shock. Then she rushed forward, gained the bank, and, kneeling on its edge, looked down, with an agonized shrinking glance. There he lay, poor fellow 1 quite pale and still, hisliead dangling backward a little, while over those sable locks a narrow, crimson stream slowly Wound its way. His arms were thrown out, his hands still clenched convulsively over the bramble clusters he had clutched in his fall. Floy, frozen with horror, knelt silently a moment, gazing at tho pale face Bnd rigid form beneath. Her head swam, her heart grew sick. Was he dead? How stiff and still he lay ! She burst into loud cries of entreaty and self-reproach " O, John John ! are you dead? Look up, for God's sake ! O. wicked girl that I was, not to speak. Help help!" she shrieked, wildly. Slowly the heavy eyes unclosed. With infinite pain, John turned his head a little. " Who's that?" he said, faintly. "O, thank God !" cried Floy, joyfully, springing to her feet. " Keep quite still, and I will come down to you." John muttered something she did not understand. Going a little distance, she began to descend the steep path leading down the bank. It was ticklish work, even for our light-footed Floy, and, half way down, she slipped, fell, and rolled ignominlously the rest of the way. John uttered a brief ejaculation, but Floy was up in an instant, scratched and bruised, her white dress black with mud, but oth erwise uninjured. Scarcely pausing for breath, she bounded to John's side. " O, Mr. Durham, are you much hurt?" she asked, in tremulous tones, as she knelt beside him. John opened his eyes again, and fixed them on her with a be wildered stare, a moment. Then, with another low groan, he tried to raise him self. " Don't move don't move?" entreated Floy. " O, your poor head how it bleeds ! There's a brook near by ; I'll be back in a moment." Taking up his cap, she bounded off in the direction ot the stream. Dipping her handkerchief in the water, and tilling the cap. sue uarteu oacK to jor n's siue. "Now, let me see this poor head," she said ; and, sitting down, she took it gently on her knee. Poor child ! she was little used to wounds and bruises ; the very sight of the flowing blood made her trem ble from head to foot. But she controlled herself bravely, and, with what simple skill she possessed, bathed his head and face, and bound up the former carefully with her two handkerchiefs. Then she paused a moment, looking down with womanly tenderness at the pale lace on her knee. How helpless he lay the great . i -..n . i ii ut.in i..r.. tw uiig leuuw hs iiuijiiuss ns u iitiiu iniuat, almost ! She felt a great rush of pity and tenderness toward him. "Thank you," said John, faintly. The fresh, cool water had somewhat revived him "O. don't thank me," said Flov. hur riedly. "You are in dreadful pain, aren't you i ' "Yes; it's my ankle," muttered John "I'm afraid it's broken. Where are all the rest. Miss Flov ?" "The dear knows !" said Floy, clasping her little hands in distress. "Hurry, Kate help. O help !" "It's of no use," she said, aftei waiting a moment. "I must go in search of them again, but first let me look at tins poor ankle. Mri Durham." "No no," said John, a little fretfully, "What can you know about broken bones child:" "But I might make it feel a little easi- ' gently persis'ed Floy. If you could slit the boot down from the top," said John, his brow contracted with agony. "Here s mv knife. Floy took the knile, and. lollowing his directions, carefully slit the boot from the top to tho bottom, on both sides Then, with a hand still slightly tremu lous ironi tne operation, sue gently re moved tue remains oi tne Doot. '' Ah. ihat is a relief!" said poor John Great drops of agony were standing on his brow, and Floy softly wiped them away. He looked up gratefully into her face, smiling for the first time. " What a nice little nurse you are, ansa loy i" ne said. Flov rose, blushing a little, and folding her soft white siiawi into a sort ot pillow. placed it under nis neaa. And now win go ior more emcient neip, sue saui turning away; "cut lane mat patn on tne opposite doctor lives only a couple o' miles from here." . . Flov irronned n sn rlt. out, resolving to be patient for John's sake, mildly en treated the farmer to seek out "tneir friends." " Friends ? Yes, marm t so soon as l examine this here leg. It's broke jist nbove the ankle, marm." "Knew that before you toiu us," snap pea Floy. "You seem kind o' riled, marm. Yes, ns I was savin'. It's broken list above the ankle bad job, marm i" well, l must try ana mane mm a lit tle more comfortable ; this hot sttn shines right in his face." said Floy, with a corn jiassionate look at the poor tortured fel- ow. Press no: Farmer Stokes into tne service, she made him strip several arm fuls of green branches from the adjoining trees. Sticking her parasol in the ground, she disposed the branches over and around it, in such a manner that it formed a shady bower above her patient's head. "Ah, how refreshing tnat is I" gasped poor John. "And now, do go under the shade of the trees, Miss Floy ; your poor little face will be burned to a conl." O. no : I have on my broad-brimmed hat," said Floy. Seating herself near the entrance of the green tent, she waved a long bough to keep away the flies. John watched her, a dreamy tenderness in his half-closed eyes. What a darling she was, after all, with her round, child's face, and sweet, womanly ways ! l on are too kina to tne cross oiu oear, Miss Floy," he said, suddenly; "too good to him, altogether." . . . . .... .. T7II , "U, don't speaK so," said riuy, color ing violently. "I wanted to ask your for giveness for all my impertinence the last two weeks." John's answer was prevented by the re turn of Farmer Stokes, who. after a very short and Ineffectual attempt to find "their friends." again obtruded upon tnem ins somewhat unwelcome presence. "Can't find 'em, nowhar," he said. Keen that ankle well kivered up. miss : and here's a drop o' somethin' ll put a leetle life into him, maybe." John drank trom the tanners nasK, ana seemed somewhat revived by the draught. Floy resumed ner ministrations, ine farmer, lying back upon the grass, watch ed them both with speculative eyes. Darn it all." he suddenly burst out. 'how did vou git down here, mister? I'm hanged if I ken mae it out at all." well, if you must know," said Floy, petulantly, "he was looking for something." "Pocket-book, eh?" "No." "Gold-headed cane ?" "No. no ; a specimen," said Floy, Im patiently producing it. "This gentleman is a naturalist, and, in trying to secure this, he lost his footing and fell." She held tne "specimen" out on ner lit tle, soft palm. T he farmer surveyed It in blank amazement. "That ?" he asked, incredulously. Floy nndded. Mr. Stokes sat silent a moment, while a broad grin slowly overspread his leathery countenance. "A miller!" lie exclaimed, at last, witn a long, low wh stle. It's a butterfly." said Floy, indig nantly. Ho I perceive, marm." said the farmer. mv ai, I swan!" After this brieeiacuIation. he bent tor- waru, and, punning to tioiuit 111 eye lids had again closed, he said, In a low whisper, "llow long sence lie lost tne use of his wits, marm?" He hasn't lost them at a'l," said i loy, staring. "You do ask me the queerest questions." Why, you 11st taia ne was a nat rai, didn't you?" JNo; 1 said a naturalist," saia Fioy, choking down a little laugh, as she an swered him. Wal," responded the farmer, after a pause, "I don't 'zactly take your meanm'. But chasm' outteriiies does seem rayther a loony ecoppution ior a man 01 Ills age, don't it?" You don't understand," said Floy, indignantly. " It's a very curious spec imen." "No, miss, I don't understand," said the farmer. "It's a very keurlous business, altogether." 0 he dry tone in which he said this, and the manner In which he eyed them both as he rose to his feet, nearly upset Floy's gravity again. And, glancing at John, she saw tho corners of his pale mouth twitching suspiciously, too. " Wal, I reckon I'll try and find your friends agin." His tone said plainly, " I think you need friends to look after you." " O, there they are now !" cried Floy, springing to her feet. "Harvey dear Harvey how glad I am to see you !" Her voice broke In sdbs. She wrs fairly ovcrcornb with her long excitement and the sudden relief of my presence. me as a sort of imposture, gittin' a lot of fools to pay a big sum for what they know already. Why, I'll bet I know more about bugs 'n he does. Ef he'd find out somethin' to 'tarminate 'cm, now somethin' like. Lyon's powder for in stance " "I'll try to Impress it upon his mind, farmer," said I solemnly. "Do, sir do," replied the old man, earnestly. "It really concerns me to see a smart young man like that throwln' away all his chances of usefulness." Our story grows too long. Three years have passed since that eventful summer. during wnicn time great cnanges nave taken place. Near the dear old mansion which Kate and I inhabit still, has risen a rustic cottage, overgrown with vines. A Lost Art, About five years before tho fall of Paris and banishment of Napoleon III., the Empress Eugenie discovered one day, among a lot of old laces which had been tranfei red to her as souvenirs of the Em press Josephine, and which her daughter, Queen Hortense, had religiously preserved as relics of her Illustrious mother, about a quarter of a yard of lace flounce of a most singular and beaut iful mesh and pe culiar design. The ex-Empress Is a dilet tante and connoisseur in laces as well as in many other fine arts. She saw at a glance that she possessed an art treasure, the more valuable as it was yellow with age, broken and mutilated. She sent at once tor M. De Lisle, the President ot the Compagnie des Indcs, lace manufacturers There lives John Durham and his pretty of Paris, and SDreadinir her treasure he- wire, wno, with ner little aaugnter, nor-1 tore his admiring eyes, said : " Monsieur, 1 wish this lace reproduced, mesh and design, in full lace drees for my self. Can vour lace makers do it?" Bowing fowbefo- e the beautiful woman, the manufacturer replied : " Your Boyal Highness gives me a diffi cult commission, one, I fear, impossible to perform. Your remnant is real old point de Venise, of which there are but few samples In existence, and the art of making it is lost. " Can we not revive It?" asked the Era- fircss. " 1 give you carte blanche in mak ng the experiment, and another carte blanche for my dress when finished." " Madame, I will see what can be done. If possible it shall be accomplished," and bowing again he retired from the royal presence, taWng with him the old piece of point de Venise. When an Empress commands every body hastens to obey. So the President of the Compagnie des Indes lost no time. He first submitted the sample of Queen Hortense's relic to his own adult experi enced lace makers. None knew the mesh. EIo placed it under powerful lenses no better success, its intricacy baffled them all. No instrument, however tine, nor Angers the most skilled, under eyes the ence, makes sunshine in his heart and home. You see, dear reader, in spite of Farmer Stokes' prediction, John Durham did succeed in capturing our Floy, the prettiest little butterfly that ever fluttered across a mortal's path. Overland Monthly far April. . GENERAL ITEMS. Cottaoes bv the sea are going up in all the New England towns that pretend to be summer resorts. They have a girl at Searsnort. Maine, thirteen years old, who weighs 220 pounds, and is growing nicely. Little ebony barrels, with gold hoops and silver hunting horns, are the latest In chatelaine vinaigrettes. Light brown is a very fashionable color just now among the Parisian ladies, especially ior out-uoor costumes. In Buffalo, New 1 ork, the newspaper owners run to last norses, ana seeing which office can do the best job work. "Old Probabilities" is a descendant of a Connecticut family. Probably that's what makes him so good on a guess. A Ttna-rnvTiv nsU-erl n fnw friends around to a strawberry supper the other night. raost practiced, could tell how It could be About twenty went, and there was one reproduced. Our manufacturer was per- strawberry A YOUNG woman was recently taken from Burnham, Maine, to the asylum at Augusta, who was rendered insane from impure vaccine matter. Boston editors care very little for dress and wear paper collars, but their ambition Is to own the finest library and have eggs tvery morning for breakfast. An aged couple in Delaware celebrated their diamond wedding, recently, receiv ing diamond TennysoBS,Longfellows,etc, in token of their friends' kinj remem brance. A Mainb girl lost one of her ear-rings on the road Tn a recent snow storm, and a day or two after a neighbor's horse picked it "up, and it was found in a snow-ball knocked from his hoof. Good society seems to be waking up to a sense of its duties. Two well-known belles have recently been sent to Covent ry for bad behavior in the way of flirting with other girls' intended. The " Vanderbilt University," accord ing to the Nashville Union, is to be the name of the Methodist university soon to be organized in Tennessee upon the fund of $500,000 donated by Commodore Van derbilt. J.UU bnu mtusvlllc, Pa., editors live tn hopes that lightning will strike the other ofllce, and thus give their own a lift. Their chief employment consists in rela ting confidentially how hard up ' the oth er paper" Is. A reMakkabi.e collection of china and pottery, illustrating the history of the va rious kinds of work in ceramics carried on in England with so much success more than a hundred years ago has just been sold in London. Since the breaking of Foster's neck the opponents of capital punishment have come en masse to ine ironr, snowing up dead Ciesar's wounds to exciw the pity and disgust of the populace for such bar barous cruelty. It was a Hartford swell who attempting to cross the Connecticut river, recently, broke through the ice, and when a rope was thrown to him, requested those who were trying to sae his life to be careful not to tear his coat. Hats of "cereal disposition," made of coarse straw and bedecked with ears of wheat and other agricultural emblems, are already displayed by tho wholesale dealers, foreshadowing that rural sim plicity is going to be fashionable the com ing summer. A young woman, while eating a stew, in Middletown, Conn., the other evening, complained that one of the oysters wlis full of bones, and careful, if not attractive, examination showed tnat it contained ior side of the bank," said John, eagerly ; ' it is safer. And, O, Miss Floy, would you first do me one more tavor, please r" "Certainly," said Floy, returning " What is it?" "Just see," said John, with a faint groan, "lr that Dutternyis anywhere about. I'm sure 1 had my hands on it. only hope it isn't crushed to piices." " The ruling passion !" muttered Floy as she turned away. " Lying there half dead, with a broken ankle, and he can still think of that miserable insect." " Here he is," she said aloud, coming round to John's side. " Horrid little thing !" she could not help adding, with a vindictive look at the innocent insect she placed in John's open palm. John gave her a slight surprised look, but smiled with pleasure as he surveyed the treasure in his band. " it is very lit tle injured," he exclaimed, in almost child-like delight. " And so, after my long search, I have obtained it at last." " And a broken ankle Into the bargain," thought Floy turning away, in mingled vexation and amusement. " Now I must go." "iiuioai ' crieu a Bin 111 voice auove them. Floy looked up, and saw a man standing on the bank opposite the one from which John had fallen. He was evidently a farmer a tall wiry-looking specimen dressed in coarse, blue clothes, and an immense straw hat. " What on airth's the matter ?" shouted he. " O. sir." cried Floy, springing joyfully forward, " do do bring some help, and take this gentleman away from here !" . The lijjht-blue eyes stared blankly down into the ravine a moment. " How in thunder did he get downthar?" was his next question, in a tone of the utmost astonisninent. " He fell down, of course," said Floy, impatiently. " Lost the tiso of his eyesight, hain't he?" responded the farmer. " No ' said Floy, grinding her little teeth with rage and anxiety. "How many more questions are you going to ask, you inhuman man, before coaling to his assistance? I tell you, his leg's broken." " Well, I swan !" said the farmer, turn ing slowly away. " I'll be back in a mo ment." " I've sent little Dan," said he, return ing, " to bring some help. He won't be gone long ; he's got the wagon, and the plexed, but not In despair. His next step was to ransack the whole empire for the oldest lace makers living. About forty old women, sexagenarians and octogena rians, were taken to Paris. They were provided with the best of glasses and most powerful hand lenses. One after the other examined the old flounce. Alas ! not one knew the mesh. M. De Lisle was almost desperate. He had tried adult ingenuity and the experience of age, now he must resort to youth. He selected from his young girls twenty of the most Intelligent workers those with the strongest eyes and deftest fingers. To each he gave a section of the old sample. He provided them with lenses and every appliance for work. In the mean time they were secluded and given every necessary comfort, so that their eyes, their nngers, and tneir minus might be in perfect working order. He watched the work from day to day and week to week ; still no progress seemed to be made. At length he left the house one evening almost persuaded to give up the experiment. This was about one vear alter the Imperial order had been given. The next day he was late In reach- ? . 1 ! . ill i.... 1. 1 111 ms uiuue, uui. ns auuu ns uu uuivuu the superintendent of the lace workers met him with the long wished for, wel come, but almost incredible intHligence. that one of the young girls had discover ed the old point de Venise mesh. The President hurried to the room where the successful young worker was bending over her lace ctishi n. lie seized a lens, examined the work in her hands, com pared it witli the original, and a quiet smile stole over his features. "Eh bicn!" he exclaimed softly, " II est acheve!" Turning to the successful discoverer he rewarded her with the place of teucher to the others and . eneral superintendent of the work, and communicated with the Empress, who among nil her engage ments had kept diligent watch of the pro gress of affairs. Now the work was begun In earnest. It was four years before it approached completion, but from time to time the hiinpress visited the manutactory, show ing the greatest joy and pride that a lost art had been restored by the lace weavers of France in her reign. Before the dress was finished Paris was In ashes and Eu genie an exile. But the lace weavers es caped the general destruction and Euge nie's dress was spared. The generous and noble woman did not forget M. De Lisle nor her order. She wrote to him from England saving that "though no longer un Empress nor enioving the In come of royalty she would take the dress when finished it lie should De a loser Dy keeping It." rne manuiacturer, not to De outdone 111 some of our scientific readers may be In duced to pursue tho investigation, the re sults of which L feel confident, would be Interesting, not only to the readers of the Scientific American, but to tho world flt large. Cor. Scientific American. The Next Century. ',, Not that which Bulwer Lytton de scribed with most sarcastic fascination and exquisite Irony. We are too busy to waste breath upon impossible situations and persons who are always coming but never arrive. It is the American man and wo man of the next generation we are think ing of. Kev. Dr. Osgood, of this city, re cently gave a thoughtful and scholarly lecture entitled "Guesses at theTwentii-th Century." It will be the blossom of which this century is the bud, if not the bulb. It will contain plenty of felicities and at tractions, without doubt. But what sort of men and women will it have? Its schools, art, literature, music and social life may be grand ; but we are more con cerned in its persons than in its mechani cal products or artistic triumphs. The question that concerns us moat is not how people will travel and what they will eat and where they will live, but what kind of men and women will eat the dinners and wear the clothes and build the homes of the continent, and till the century with their acts and aspirations, their sorrows and their songs. The question is easier asked than an swered. The progress of the race is no longer a speculation. It is an unquestion able fact. But the progress is not a steady ascent on straight lines. It is made in spite of temporary depressions nnd re gressions. It is impossible to predict that tho next plunge of the ship on the storm tossed sea will not be into a deep trough, or across a current that shall sweep ner out of her course. It is the next genera tion we are concerned In. And the next generation will be made by this. It is making to-day. In the streets,tlie schools, the nurseries of to-day, we see the mate rial out of wliich the men and women of the future are being shaped. And, how ever excellent the material may be, it is impossible to conceal the fact that much 1' . 1. .. 1. ! 1 1- ln I . IP U.J Ul l llts aiiltliiK UL lb is icluiLjr, 11 iiuu uau. There is little ground for the growls of our British correspondent. The world was not made for the exclusive use and enjoyment of grown-up people. Chil dren have rights, and are entitled to con sideration. They may properly claim a place and play-room in a world they are in from no fault of their own. We have no sympathy with these selfish, sensitive, fussy, fretty people, who are always scold ing at Young America because it is in their way, and sometimes distutbs their slumbers, and breaks their meerschaums, and plants its heels upon their corns, and makes their follies appear ridiculous by caricature. But it is a serious question whether the physical care, the intellectual and moral training, the habits and aims wo are giving the youth of to-day, are calculated to make a generation of strong, honorable and happy people. It is a seri ous question whether our forcing schools, fast ways and unlimited indulgence are calculated to create a race we snail take pride in or care to have write our epitaphs. Our manufacturers stamp their names up on their wares ; but we are not sure that the parents who are petting and pamper ing all the vigor and virtue out of their children to-day will care to have their names inscribed upon their handiwork In the men and women they are manufactur- ng ior tne luture. rne cnaracter 01 tne coming race is not a question of mere idle speculation. It Is the most intensely prac tical question we shall have to deal with. nu wnetner that race snail De a curse or blessing to itself and the country depends 011 what our people choose to make it. N. y. Graphic, " Katy, dear, don't you think John and Floy are growing quite good friends, now?" " Well. I shouldn't wonder, love," said Kate, with a little peculiar smile, as, lean ing upon my shoulder, she surveyed the pretty scene below. There, in our rustic arbor, sat John Durham a slight pallor and a cumbrous crutch the only tokens of his late illness. i$y uis siue sat our pretty a loy, examin ing with him the huge portfolio sprea'l upon his knees, and listening with child like Interest to his entertaining descrip tions of the "specimens'' he Unfolded to her view. ' A pretty tableau," said Kate : " but there comes an interruption, in the shape of Mr. Stokes. Come, Harvey; we'll go down." uood morning, jur. sto'tes," said 1, meeting him at the entrance of the arbor: " you find our patient pretty well recov ered, sir." " O. ves : I shall soon be ln condition to hunt the pesky millers agin," John re plied, with a humorous glance at Farmer Stokes. " Humph !" said that worthy, con temptuously, "it does seem a pity a strong, able-bodied young man like you can't find a better business than that." " That's a fact. Farmer Stokes," said I. gravely. " He Won't git no sensible gal to tackle herself to htm, in a hurry eh, Miss Floy?" the old man went on. " I'm sure I don't know, sir," said Floy, assuming an air of supreme indifference. " Ef he ever axes you, Miss Floy, you bid him fust quit this varmint business. You can't make grasshoppers an' f-ich serve for wittles, as they did in John Bap tist's time." " A delicate way oi putting the matter, farmer," said I, as Floy, her cheeks like bramble-roses, vanished with Kate ; " but I must inform vou that this varmint hu siness,' as you call it, is really quite a Erotltable thing for our young friend ere." "But does it really pay?" asked the imuier, siaring.. uonn, snaking with laughter, followed Floy Into tho house, while I strove, by my explanations, to en lighten a little the farmer's bewildered mind. But I found it a difficult as well as a thankless task. "No no, sir," he interrupted me, tes. my ; 1 uon-i see in at ail. Beg pardon. u i'm imperlite, sir: but It strikes ty-flve pearls; tarying in size from a pea nobility or generosity, laid the case as enables us to"lss to a pin's head. stated in the Empress' letter before the 0f one thousand A Westfield (Mass.) whip maker's Wife directors of the company. They were two hours and a . t ' i .1 1 tnnr.nefl with the misfortunes of the neau- i v n,.,, An Immense Newspaper. The New York Herald of April 6. ap peared in quintuple form, with twenty pages and one hundred and twenty col umns, a lent never paralleled 111 the histo ry of the d uly press. The Herald cele brates this extraordinary event by a de scription which our readers will thank us for reproducing: The Herald contains to-day one hun dred and twenty columns of mutter, of which seventy-eight are occupied vitli compact, solid advertisements. There are in these one nundred and twenty columns about one million ems. To stereotype to day's edition one hundred and forty-eight plates are cast, each plate weighing thirty eight pounds, thus making a total weight ot five thousand six hundred and twenty- four pounds ot metal used in stereotyping this single edition. The paper is printed on five Hoe rotary eight and ten cylinder presses and two Bullock periecting presses, being seven presses in all, which issue tne euiuuu at. ine rate a i o of ',, f thn chnnc re. touched witn tne misiortunes 01 tne Deau- -k ""''i''". tiful woman. and unanimously decided to release her from her engagement. This now historic dress is to be exhibited at the Vienna Exposition as the first speci men of point de Venise manufactured in more than a nunured years. iv. r. nun, A Test for Phrenology. a half to issue one hundred and ftftv thousand papers. As this work is all done within tne space 01 twenty four hours, the labor can readily be imag ined even bv those not familiar with the . . ..... . , business. Day and nignt tne endless round of work goes on. While men in ordinary occupations rest and sleep, the ceaseless task of journalism knows no in termission. Click, click, click go the types into the sticks day and night, night and day, until tne one million ems nave been set up and the matter proved and corrected. Day and night, night and day, the telegraph is at work Dringing us intel ligence from all quarters of the globe ; the corps of correspondents, reporters 1 ... 1 ..l. ...!-. I . . . An th, Truer, that the brain of man. as well ''"ufJJyJ,!: tion was arranged on tno very topoi iue w m k-" events of the moment; the proot- l.o.l l,t,lfBr.l in rhe nreaent. fashion. State Of activity than When in a State OI . f ti.ui not rmranlno- their in order that it might be out of the way rest ; and that this surplus heat can, and oneroug and weary ta8k . tne stereotypes, of the knife of the guillotine. has been, meaured in t l". pressmen and assistants are awaiting the II If all B Ul HaO tllCl uiw-vtvvui u The modus overandi Is as follows : you get a subject, or a patient, or what Is better a nsranri wno IS Wlllin? to OB uuui, miu ori him to read a novel, or to do some light work, such as shelling peas, etc., wnicn requires no thought or exercise of brain power. You then apply a delicate ther- mo-e ecrric nne iwincu 10 iaiuucijvcu mm eentlv. to explain his absence, saving "Jim is not well ; you must excuse him ; he and I had a little dilllculty at the breakfast-table this morning, and he won't be able to work this week." A new style of rouge has made its ap pearance. It consists of a tablet of what looks like green tinsel, which, when ruh iiort with a damn cloth gives a red pig ment, which seems verv natural when Scientific tests are now all the rage, transferred to the cheek of metropolitan and are applied to a locomotive boiler as hiir.v. it is a Chinese invention. well as to a plowman's Draver: I there- Tnui tlrln nf tlio now Vinir.dressln? is fore venture to lay before you a test of i..i)iin in ifi ocanniorintio a In mill- phrenology, which I believe to be both Wine "it Is called, because tho hair of novel and scientific. Its infallibility rest the female victims 01 tne rreucn revoiu- Mr. Whipple says women, to the end of time, will never be tired of gazing on those insipidly nanusome iaces, ani muse perfectly hut impossibly fitting garments, which gladden their eyes when they look at plates of the fashions. Mr. Whipple Stands a goou enow 01 ueni onuLiiiitu bald-headed by uttering such sentiments as these instant when their services are to be brought into requisition ; for there can be no delay, no pause,, no rest, until the daily nnnur la n(T the nress nnd readv tb po into the hands of its readers. All this for each day's paper, and all to be done within the space of twenty-four hours! Day and night, nignt anu aay, tne press, tne great nfhit hiimm engine of civilization, the educator of the OI 1118 Dumps 1 ?, thn hnlwarW nf nnr free Inatltll- - 1 . 1 r 1 1 f 1 Instead 01 regarding tne letter 01 tne (havng previously seen that there is no r.'V.' law they are going to make the law re- ,fllammatlon of the parts). You H""8'? the HaiS tty is gard a letter -or rather two letters-in tUen wefMy note the degree of heat .PPSSr t?'t the Se armSate fiiirimore. In that citv there is a man by ; thmi.itinlier In each instance sufficient Pro tha tb0 V?Ple BPKe5'a,!? f the name of Green indicted for embezzling, 7v"of the bumps of imitation and con- wo W""LS "1 Tt but upon this little error he is likely to gtructivene88). This be ng done, you set "sretoir"." The indictment should charge h.o ciihient. tn eonv a drawing or some him with having "fraudulently embez-1 writinir .and again apply the electric pile the two letters " ui " t0 the bump of imitation. Now if the in- !erl " hut, hecmi.se 1 ' .... I 11 . .1 A .1 were omit eo, anu tne woru leiu 10 reau "fraudentlv ." the indictment has been strument shows an excess of heat abeve that noticed in the first instance, or even Boston papers sav that the banks of that city have done a profitable business during the past six months, and the high "irauuemiy, mo iuuichiku. 0iat noticed in tne nrst iubuiuuo, ur ccu --r 9 h ftH pnahled them to keen quashed because there is no such word in ,f it 8nowg any exoe8g 0f heat, in the par- PJ8" J ?n$ Jitiffl Thfty-oie the English language, and Mr. Green tlcu!ar gpot known a8 the bump of im ta- JIS' o i A - ram TTmnuiifrA farm- hnmns I think, sir. that we may coucluae er discovered S large toad near his bee- that phrenology U inot JjJtowUwr a flaw. dends in April aggregating a,4J,oOO. Three pay seven per cent., ten six per cent., twelve five per cent., two fonr and hive, actively at work catching and de- and that the burnt . In quesoon MftS Thaif per cent., and fifteen four per cent.; vouring bees. With that wonderM for- Uf the greater bearanee ana Kinaness 01 nean cuai-ttuier- mo nvuuu "- btio of New Hampshire farmers, he try the bumps of oonstructlveness sndam- tenderly picked up that frog and carried atlveness by setting the subject to write teiiuciijr k y e. iBttr or the buuips of veneration " mtS morning that' ide "fVog was snd calculation by setting him to say his Timber prepared with any of the poi sonous mineral-preserving solutions needs t he napii with care, lnbulldlnffabridira sss rr af troiHtLTd sss ?w5& rJXrir before. He araln took him up. vou think there is any aitucuity in getting wan a solution oi corrouivo euuumauj ana SULlKd drTppTd ihTsubj'be "patient and tmcUble un- arsenic, several of the me, MLTinZ5ntA,,r Vnun. he was der the test. I advise that he be mesmer- sick aud some died. The ..Tn reri,iin the number of bees lzed before proceeding. Ihave not tried now sued by one of tho wor s sOTSfidly as ever. the experiment myself, but 1 tainU that 1 000 aamages. men were taken contractor is workmen for $30,-
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