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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,-