6-C HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPKIIANDTJM, Two Dollars per Annum. ' YOL. III. n t Ol V , . '.J 1., itlDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, JULY 24, 1873. NO. 21. c Caldwell of Springfield, New Jeraey, 1780. iiere the spot. Look wound you. Above on tbo height ' Lay the Hessians encamped. By that church ou the right Stood the gaunt Jersey farmerB. And here ran a wall Yon may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball. Nothing more. Graces spring, waters run, flowers blow Tretty much as they did ninety-three yeara ago. Nothing more did I say? Stay onemomeat: you've heard Of Caldwell Hie parson, who once preached the WQrd Down at Springfield? What, No? Come that's bad, why he had All the Jerseys aflame ! And they gave him the namo Of the ' rebel high priest." He atuck in their gorge Tor ho lovod the Lord God and he hated King George I He had cause, you might say ! When the Hes sians that day Marched up with Knyphausen they stopped on their way At the " Farms," where his wife, with a child in her arms, Bat alone in the house. How it happened none knew But God ar.d that one of the hireling crew Who flrod the shot ! Enough ! there she lay And Caldwell, the chaplain, her husband, away Did ho preach did he pray ? Think of him as you Btand By the old church to day : think of him and that band Of militant ploughboys! See the smoke and the heat Of that reckloss advance of that straggling retreat ! Keep the host of that wife, foully slain, in your view And what could you what should you, what would you do ? Why, just what he did ! lurch They were left in the Tor tho want of mere wadding. He ran to the church, Broke tho door, stripped the pews, and dashed out in the road . With his arms full of hymn-books, and threw down his load At their feet ! Then, above all the shouting and shot. Bang his voice "Put Watts into 'em Boys. give 'em Watts!" And they did. That is all. Grasses spring, flowers blow Tretty much as they did ninety-three years ago. Yon may dig anywhere and you'll turn up a ball But uot always a hero like this and that's all. Bret Haiite. -L - S.1IITTEX WITH REMORSE. "I tell you' No,' sir. Tho poor are bad in the lot." And Judge Jeffcott picked out another walnut and helped himself to a fresh glass of wine, with the air of a man who dismisses a disagreeable Bnbject. " In your capacity, Judge, you only seo tho worst of them. This Ralph Hurst, for instance, whom you only know as " " A thief, and a would-be murderer " " Is nevertheless a most devoted hus band and sou, and the soberest fisher man on the coast." "Parson, I am astonished at you! Why I have had four gamekee'pers flogged in less than three years : nnd T have hardly dared, for three times three, to call a feather or a foot of Rime on the Jeffcott estate my own. "Transportation is too good for such rascals, and if I had the making of the laws" " Don't say it, Judge ; you know you would not. I acknowledge Ralph has given you great provocation ; but what about Luke Dayton? It is his first known offence, and he swears he never lifted a gun against a fellow-creature." ."And pray what does he call my Lares and pheasants ? And what right Jiave such men as he with guns at all? And what do those great lazy hounds mean, sleeping all day long under his Tcitchen settle ?" " Luke has had a hard time this win ter, J udge. His mother is blind and feeble, his wife and child have known both cold and hunger." "Well, sir, you have done your duty now. We will consider the subject closed, if yon please. Fill your glass." "Ko, thank you, Judge. Luke had eomo hopes, and I must now tell him that they are.false. Besides I must see Elizabeth, who is almost beside herself with grief and nnger." "Anger? Well, I like that. Why, I ought to have given him fourteen years, and I made it seven, for her sake. " Seven rears means forever to Eliza beth Dayton. She will break her heart before they are over." " Pshaw ! She has too much sense to have so much sentiment. However, I am sorry enough for her ; and if you can help her, uae my means freely," and the Judge took out his purse and offered the clergyman a sovereign for her. A piece of gold for a broken heart ! However, her friend took it, and then went to seek her in the little seaside town. A dreary rain was dropping on the cottage, which had a lonely, sorrow ful look. Something more than soli tude brooded over it ; for sacred is the place, however humble, in which a mighty grief sits down. Elizabeth read with love's quick in stinct the verdict in his hesitating step and silent face. She was walking rapidly up and down the earthen floor, but she stopped suddenly, and gave him one searching, imploring look. He shook his head, and then put out his hand to take hers, but she flung it passionately away. ' Don't speak !" she cried. " I know all you are going to say about patience and submission and God's will. I will never believe it, sir. I would not think so hard of my Maker, I know He is as angry as I am to-night. And if He can't comfort me, it is far beyond your Eower. Oh, Luke 1 Luke I my hus and 1 my husband 1" And she wrung her hands, and swayed her body back ward and forward in a very agony oj uncontrollable grief. It was such sorrow as lifted her be yond the pastor's Understanding and beyond his office. She listened to no wora he said, and when her child. pretty girl, three years old, began to cry in sympathy, she struck it angrily uu uin censo. All the Ion? nitrht thfi frond r.WirVmnti thought of and prayed for this poor wuuihu, urunK who. overmncu sorrow, and tho next day he renewed his efforts for her husband's pardon. Bat all failed, and in three weeks Luke Dayton oiwicu unnjr ill H COUV1CS Snip. Punishment does not rvpvpnt. crime the world was just as bad after the flood as before it, and Judge Jeffcott's game was no safer after Ralph and Luke had been transported. The fact recon ciled the Judge to what he had done, for wnne iMizaoctn lay at deaths door with brain fever, he had felt something very near akin to remorse. But Elizabeth did not die, though she came back to life but the shadow of her former self. All her fresh, sweet come liness was gone ; she walked as if tired with a hard journey, and her eves were the very homes of some dumb accusing sorrow. For a little while every one helped and pited her, but friendship is made for great sacrifices chronic benefits kill it and the poor woman found out mis trutu soon enough. Three years after Luke's departure, n letter from him came to the clergyman who had stood his friend in all his dis grace and trouble. It was raining heavi iy oi me time, out lie hastened at once to Elizabeth's cottage. She had not been seen there for several months : so he sought her at her sister's, who lived at a little fishing village three miles distant. lie never reerretted the lournev. Elizabeth was very ill ; but when she saw the weary, wet messenger, with the letter in his hands, she turned her face to her pillow and wept such sweet soft tears as Bhe had not shed since her trouble touched her. It was not a letter of much hope or comiort, but little she minded that ; " for you see, sir," she said solemnly, "I know Luke is dead, and all these things are nothing to him now. But am very clad that vou thoneht enoutrh of a poor, broken-hearted girl, to come three miles through the rain to comfort me. 1 feel as if I knew better now what God's pity for me must be like." And for my part I think it was the best sermon he ever preached. It might be a year or more after Eliz abeth's death, when, one winter eve' ning, Judge Jeffcott's housekeeper went into a small garden to bring in some nne linen and laces, bleaching there. A little girl was just getting over the stone wall, with the bundle in her arms. Something in the wretched little face touched the woman's heart, and she made no alarm. " Do you know that you are stealing, and that I can send you to prison ?" ' I am so hungry," that was all the child said. Then putting out her arms in a blind, uncertain way, she reeled and ieei. The good woman put down the linen, and lifted the child. She carried her into her own clean, white room and nursed her until she was strong and well. In the interval, she had discover ed that her name was "Lizzie," and that she was tho child of Luke and Elizabeth Dayton. Then some good angel put it into Harriet Mason's heort to keep and train the child in the way she should go. " If I tell the Judge,' she argued, " he will send her to same reformatory prison ; and if I turn her loose, she will soon bo fit for nothing else ; will e en try and make a good woman of her." No particular effort was made to hide Lizzie. Ihe master saw her weeding in the garden and busy about the house, and, perhaps, sometimes thought that Mrs. Mason had been fortunate in her little hand-maiden. It is true that Lizzie's good qualities had needed patient cultivation. Some times her protector had almost regret ted the charge she had assumed ; some times she had got weary of the girl's lying and pilfering, and felt inclined to wonder if the poor were really "sinners above all others." But the reward, promised to those who do " not weary in well-doing " came. First a compen sating love sprang up between the old woman and the young one. Good ac tions brought what they always do both thanks and usage, and when Liz zie was sixteen there was no daintier cook and no neater housemaid in the parish. Soon after Mrs. Mason fell sick with typhoid fever, and before she was out of danger the Judge took it. To the two invalids Lizzie was everything, and I think she fully repaid, during that hard three months, the kindness that had sheltered her. One evening, when the Judge was beginning to notice with a child's eag erness all the incidents of his daily life again, he asked Lizzie her name, and learning it, he continued the catechism until she wondered. After a short silence, during which she was busy drawing the curtains and lighting the lamps, he said abruptly, and yet in a sad voice : "Lizzie, do you know that it was I who sent your father over the sea ?" "Yes, sir." " And what do you think of me ?" " Nothing hard now, sir. Perhaps I did once, but Mrs. Mason has made me see that if you had not done it both father and mother might have been alive, sinning, suffering, and working hard in the village yet. Now they are happy in heaven, and I don't think, sir, they bear you any ill feeling, and so I am sure I do not, sir. You have been very good to me." " I did not know you an hour ago, Lizzie, but I shall be none the worse to you for this talk." , If I was writing a romance I should say that Judge Jeffcott, smitten with remorse, educated and adopted Lizzie. But I believe he never once thought of such a thing. He felt kindly toward her, and ordered Mrs. Mason to pay her for all her past services, and give her good wages for the 'future. He prized her admirable cooking, and the light and comfort that followed her up and down the house, and (his the more be cause he never recovered from his at tack of fever, but gradually sank from the lean and slippered invalid into the slowly dying man. In a very few months afterward there was a darkened chamber in the Jeffcott mansion, and within it the shadow of white death. A small cottage and about three hun dred dollars a year was left to Lizzie, and the same to Mrs. Mason. The two women made their home together, and lor many years Lnzzie lived a life so full of sweet and helpful deeds, that I have no Hesitation in calling it a great life, After I came to America I never sup posed I should hear of her again ; but one day, in the log cabin of a stock raiser near San Antonia, I lifted a news paper and saw her name. It was dur ing the Crimean War, and she was among that noble army of women whose names the angels shall call out before assembled worlds, saying, " Dome up higher." Suppose that the good woman who found her stealing had treated her as a criminal, instead of ns a little child.' Suppose she had made her amenable to the law of the country, instead of to that higher law of Lovel Suppose she had sent her to prison, instead of giv ing her a home. Let those who dare, follow out this supposition ; for me, I weep and wonder when I consider how many little children bearing in their arms divinest gifts fall and perish by the way, because there is no one to be lieve in them, and no one to help them. A". Y. Ledger. Who Owns that Tig I do not like pork as an article of diet, but os a means of promoting an appetite I have no hesitancy in recom mending it. Who owned the particular pig which promoted my appetite most could never be found out. Every few days an insane man would be raving around with a hatchet and a gun and a dog, inquiring who owned thatpig,and nothing was ever found out about it, except that the pig belonged to one of the neighbors. One of the neighbors ought to be ashamed of himself, whoever he is. I never knew what that pig wanted around our house. He seemed to be looking for something in the flower beds, among the potatoes, in the poultry yards, ond once or twice he walked in at the front door. Hewaslookingforsomething, and he found everything, I should think, except the cellar drain ; but he still wore a sadly disappointed air. It finally occurred to me that the pig thought the fence ought to be fixed, and, as I wanted to do something to satisfy him, I went out the next morning and collected all the broken boards and things I could find and fixed the fence, and after it was all done the pig was following me toward the house for breakfast. I did not know where he got in, and he did uot know, but I made up my mind that he must find the place. He was willing enough to look for it, and I chased him over the currant bushes and over a table cloth spread out to bleach, and in among the dahlias and over the onions, and everywhere else, but he didn't find the hole he came in at, nor did I. How ever, I had an appetite for my break fast. Then Maria came out and stood on the back steps, like a female Napoleon, and issued orders and proclamations and general directions with tho rapidity of chain lightning, and, with a beautiful and implicit trust in Providence, threw fare-bricks and coal-shovels and sad irons and stove-wenches and broken crockery with her left hand, and if her right hand knew what the left was doing it knew a pile more than I could keep track of. The pig upset a hen-coop and stepped on three chickens and made a maniac of the old hen, who blamed me for the whole afiair and acted according ly, and then the pig got into the corn and refused to come out under any cir cumstances, although I had given up the idea of finding where he came in. and had opened the gate and let down tho bars. Maria went into the house for some furniture to throw, and I tried to set the dog on the pig. The dog had learned to regard the pig as one of the family, and could not understand my allusions, and finally got out of patience and inserted a fine set of natural teeth in my leg. He did not get the wroncr pig by the ear, but it amounted to the same thig so far as I was concerned. Maria came out with a broom, and ex plained the situation to the doer, and the dog went into the corn after the Eig, and came back in thirty seconds a ankrupt community. I had appetite enough for a week. Finally I borrowed two boys from a neighbor, and the trro- cer's man, and we drove the pig out, after he had tramped down all the corn. and he made for a place in the picket fence where there had never been a hole, and made one and got out. My appe tite would have justified me in eating that pig, but circumstances would not allow. There used to be some poetry about "Who is my neighbor?" and that's what I want to know the neighbor who owns that pig. The June Drought. Perhaps o better idea of the " plen tiful lack" of water in certain portions of the country can be derived than frcm a reference to the rain fall of for mer years. Thus, at Albany, for eight years before this year, the average rain fall for June has been just short of eight inches, while this year it was but 1.4a. In the eight years named the amount of rain reached as high as 7.48 in 1870, and was 3.04 in 1805. In June of last year in New York city the rain fall was 4.04. This year it was but 1.28. For all this century, this last month was the dryest June, and its fearful marks are left all over the Middle and New England States. Hay is almost a ruin, Oats and rye are absurdly low and light, and corn is unable to give expression to its feelings under the present deprivation of water. Upon a wager a compositor in the of fice of the Milwaukee Wisconsin, as that paper asserts, who was told the facts as a matter of news, set up 1,800 ems without copy, using his own lan guage, and corrected the proof, all in side of seventy-four minutes. Canadian papers note regretfully the fact that the Governor General did not issue a proclamation invitintr the people to observe Dominion Day as a public holiday, French Anecdotes of Franklin. Throughout the yenr 1790 there ap peared occasional anecdotes of Franklin in tho Moniteur of Paris. As Franklin was a resident of Paris for some years, between 1776 and 1785, where he was received with enthusiasm by the best classes, and as his memoirs were not translated into French until tho present century it is fair to suppose that these anecdotes were those with which lie used to amuse his French admirers. Regarded in this line they will bo in teresting, whether they have or not ap peared elsewhere than in tho Monitcur. One day, when Franklin was a printer in Philadelphia, he said to ono of his employee, a skillful workman, who never came to his work bofore Wednes day of the week: "Francis you do not think of the future. If you would keep steadily at your work, yon might lay by a sum that would enable you to live comfortably by and by." To this the workman answered: " I have made my calculation. I have an uncle who is a druggist in Cheupside, London. He has determined to work hard for twenty years, when he will have laid up four thousand pounds sterling, and then he proposes to live like a gentleman. His idea is to purchase pleasure at whole sale. I rather have it at retail. I pre fer half the week for amusement during twenty years to the whole week when I am twenty years older." After the Declaration of Indepen dence in the United States, each State commenced the task of drawing up and passing new laws and a form of govern ment to replace those which they had destroyed. During this time there were tedious and bitter debates in the Penn sylvania assembly, and at the end of two or three months they found them selves just where they started. Mean while, everything went on. as usual in the community ; there were no troubles, no public disorder of any kind, and one clay Franklin said to the representatives cr deputies : " Gentlemen, I would call your attention to the fact that while we are here in a state of perfectanarchy the people are conducting their affairs just as usual. Take care ! If our dis putes continue much longer they may find out that they can do without us." Franklin explained, by the following apologue, how we may correct by time and patience the faults of character ond manner. "I was," said he, "in an iron-monger's shop one day, when a man came in to buy an axe. The work man had not polished it much, except i just at the blade, ond tho buyer ex pressed a desire to have it polished all over. That would be a long task, the workman said, and he had no one to turn the grindstane. The buyer offered to turn it himself, and soon tho two were hard at work. "After a little while the buyer wonted to examine the progress of the polish ing, and seemed rather disappointed. Very soon he examined the axe again, and, seeing that only a few small spots were polished after all his trouble, he exclaimed : ' Faith, I'll take the axe as it is 1 I won't lother any more about the polish.' So with our manners," said Franklin, " we like to see them polished, but we have no patience to turn the grindstone ; and, indeed, pro vided an axe cuts well, it doesn't matter much if it isn't so polished." Franklin went one day to see the mills of a great manufacturer at Nor wich. The owner took him all over the establishment, saying : " Here we make fabrics for Italy ; here for Germany ; these are for the islands of America ; these for the Continent," and so on. During the exhibition, Franklin uoticed that the operatives were half-naked or in rags, and turning to his guide, he said : " And where, pray, are (he goods that you make for Norwich t" Franklin " assisted "once at a literary reunion where several original articles were read, and not understanding well the French when read or declaimed, and wishing to show himself polite and appreciative, he resolved to applaud whenever he saw Madame Boufilers, a friend of his, show marks of approba tion. After the reunion, his little son said to him : " Papa, you applauded everything, and more than anybody else when they praised you!" Franklin used to describe his embarrassment and the effort he made to recover himself. The English. "H. W." writes to the Louisville Journal: The English Women are the poorest dressers in Europe ; and yet English society is singularly exacting. A lady goes to a common ballad concert at St. James's Hall, happens to wear a light Paris bonnet, and is required to take it off in a dressing-room, paying the waiting-woman sixpence to keep it, before she is allowed to take the seats she has paid for. She goes in and finds the hall filled with scrubby, ill-dressed women, each having a bit of ribbon stuck to her hair, and each considering herself in full dress. Of course no gentleman is admitted at Covent Garden or Drury Lane without a swallow-tailed coat and a white cravat ; not then until he has paid sixpence to a hag who turns down his seat for him or opens the door of a box. Go where you will this petty tax is encountered, why? because the country is too full of people, and living has to be got at for the overplus in someway. If a London cabby cheats you out of sixpence, he thinks he has done a good thing, but if he does you for half a crown, he feels proud of him self, of his vocation, and of his country. A pretty bar-maid swindled me out of a hapenny on a glass of sherry the other day. and I saw joy unspeakable beam out of her lovely, thieving eyes, as I turned away, and sue telt sure of hav ing bagged her plunder. They do their robbery on a small scale. In London a penny is a bigthing. I asked an oyster man to open me a dozen of his oysters. "A dozen, sir r says he. "Yes, I saRl. "a dozen.". "Do you know, sir." says he, "what they cost ?' "No," said I, "I don't; what do they cost ?" Then, rather melodramatically, he said: "Two and eightpence." When I had eaten the oysters and paid him the money, he rang it on the counter, and could hardly realize that the transaction was genuine. A resident of Manistee, Mich., who has' now forty-eight children living, is on the point of marrying his fourth wife, Hair, and Its Uses. The Dublin University Magazine, in a discourse upon human hair, says: " It is not the less useful because it is ornamental. It is a bad conductor of heat, and keeps the head warm in winter and cold in summer. It wards off the effect of the sun ; and we find negroes exposing themselves without head-covering to its burning rays in tropical climates, without the slightest injury, and some tribes of wild Arabs, who wear neither tarboosh nor turban, are said to rely solely on their bushy heads of hair as protection against sun stroke. The mustache is a natural respirator, defending the lungs against the inhalation of cold and dust. It is a protection of the face and throotogainst cold, and is equally in warm climates a safeguard for those parts against exces sive heat. The mustaches of black smiths show by their color the dust which they stopped as a natural respira tor, ond which, if inhaled, would have been injurious. The mustache is bene ficial to those who follow the trades of millers, bakers, masons, to workers in materials, and even to travelers into Egypt and Africa, when they are ex posed to the burning sands of the desert. Full beards are said to be a defence against bronchitis and sore throat. It is assserted that the sappers and miners of the French army, who are noted for the size ond beauty of their beards, en joy a special immunity from affections of this nature. The growth of hair has been recommended to persons liable to take cold easily. It is stated that Walter Savage Landor was a sufferer from sore throat for many years, and that he lost the morbid disposition by allowing his beard to grow, according to tho advice of the surgeon to tho Grand Duke of Tuscany. The writer adopted the same course for the very identical reason, and with fair success. But he is. bound to state that he has seen indi viduals with long, flowing beards, whom those ornaments did not save from at tacks of bronchial and laryngeal dis orders. Tho curling nature of the hair is attributed to a large proportion of oily substance, which prevents the ab sorption of water. The effect of damp ness in destroying the curl of the hair is well known, but it is not so well known that the state of the hair par ticipates in the state of the general health. In many instances, strong curly hair becomes straight if the possessor be out of health, and the condition of the hair with them is as great a test as the condition of the tongue. The state of the hairdepends much on that of the general health. In perfect health, the hair is fullk glossy, ond rich in its hues, iu consequence of the absortion from the blood of a nutritive juice, contain ing its proper proportion of oily ond albuminous elements. In persons out of health it may lose its brilliancy of hue, and become lank and straight, from the presence of imperfect juices, in others, again, there may be a total ab sence cf such nutritive elements, and the hair constantly loos faded out and dead. The Proposed Balloon Voyage to Eu rope. The New York Daily Graphic, has the following announcement : In response to many inquiries rela tive to the balloon voyage to Europe by Prof. Wise and party, under the auspi ces of tho Daily Grajihic, we have to 8 ay : First It is not our intention to give any exhibition of the balloon previous to its departure. It is now in process of construction by the Domestic Sow ing Machine Company, and as soon as it is ready the party will sail without unnecesory publicity. Second As the Graphic Company furnishes the means requisite for car rying out this remarkable enterprise, those who may wish to contribute for that purpose may make donations to Prof. Wise and his companions, so as to reimburse them to some extent for their time ond the risks they encounter. Third The balloon will carry a lim ited number of letters and small pack ages. Those who wish to avail them selves of the opportunity to send let ters or packages to friends in Europe should make early application. Fourth The balloon will have a car rying capacity of several tons, so that as many as eight or ten persons can take passage in the car, without inconveni ence or overweighting. Such leading journals as would like to send represen tatives on the voyage will do well to apply immediately. As the list will soon be filled up, this proposition will remain open for ten days, in order that journals at a distance may be heard from. In conclusion, we may state that, al though the balloon will be the largest ever made, we expect to have everything ready for the start before the 20th of August. Sans Gloves Sans Corsets. The latest French-made dresses are dresses no more; they are mere drapings with the fearfully low necks, absence of all sleeves, strap going over the naked shoulder, joining the dress at the small of the back and pit of the stomach. The skirt is strangely and wonderfully hung. It caps and folds j it is caught high at the hip, or in the back, and is shaped tightly about the entire figure. From beneath this drapery streams out a two yard train. Out-door costumes are made, so far as the drapery is concern ed, in the same style. These fashions demand revolving pe destals and what dancers term the "slow movement." No dress of this kind could be taken ou its owner's back iu a hurry anywhere. Of course, corsets, and a good many other articles of under wear hitherto deemed indispensable, will have to be taken off for the "Em pire" waist. At a very swell wedding reception lately the high-toned belles held their arms like trussed fowls, to prevent the silk and lace suspenders that did duty as dress-waists from fal ling off their shoulders. The same bri dal party were, to the number of a dozen, photographed, and if I were to send a copy up to Connecticut, I'd not only be prayed for in the churches as one lost, but I'd be liablo to indictment for sending indecent pictures by mail. The dry weather has injured prospects of Connecticut tobacco, the Civilization in Dress. Our guide and ruler in dress is that irresponsible tyrant we call fashion, and neither comfort nor beauty has a word to say. To be sure, men have discarded many absurdities, though they have re tained more. They hold to their stiff shirt collars, which rasp their necks, their wide expanse of linen front, whicli the very act of fastening rumples, their meaningless swallow-tails, their hideous hats, their tight-fitting military uniform, and all the mysteries of seam and gusset and band, which are mere symbols of tho art of cutting out and not necessary to tho comfort of shape. But even with the follies they retain they can move about with ease ond uuhompered. Women, on the contrary, torture them selves in the name of fashion with touching fidelity. They would as soon forego their nationality as their stays, and the Thirty-nine Articles are less sacred to them than their multiplicity of garments all hanging from the waist. It is to keep these up, and lessen their heavy weight, that they put themselves into cages which destroy all grace of line and all comfort of movement, save in walking. The beauty of simplicity is a thing dead and done with in their code. Heads are loaded with false hair stuck about with lace, feathers, flowers, and colored glass ; ears are pierced that bits of crystalized earth, or imitations thereof, may be hung into the holes ; health is destroyed, and the tender vital organs which nature has so sedu lously protected by the outer casing of ribs are compressed and crushed that the waistband may bo reduced to seven teen inches ; and the highest efforts of millinery genius are directed to the most elaborate method of sewing one bit of stuff on to another bit of stuff, to the confusion of anything like a lead ing line or on intelligible idea. We laugh at the Chinese " golden water lilies," the Papuan head-dress, the Ilindo nose-ring, the African lip-dis-tender ; we laugh while we look iu the glass and complacently brush out frills, und congratulate ourselves on looking " stylish" and " well got up." But our highest efforts culminate in partial nakedness in tho middle of winter, if we are women, in black broadcloth in the dog-days, if wo are men in absurd lengths of silk trailing after us as we walk in one case, in a ridiculous pennon meandering at our backs iu the other ; they culminate in fashion, not in use or beauty or simplicity ; but while we do thus dress without personal convenience or artistic meaning, we have no true civilization in the matter of our clothes. Modern millinery is neither art nor nature. It is our translation of the primitive man's delight in rags and gaudy colors ; and there is no essential difference between the two. What dif ference thero is consists simply in con ventional acceptance ; but the aesthetic base of each is the same. A Bit of Romance. Mr. R. M. Boatwright, of St. Louis, has lately received intelligence that his brother Alexander, whom he supposed to have been killed twenty-six years ago, during the Mexican war, is alive and well, he being a resident of Goliad County, Texas. The story is thus told by the St. Louis Democrat: '"In 1840, Mr. Boatwright, while on a visit to sonthern Illinois, where he formerly resided, took the war fever and joined Copt. Coffey's company of volunteer infantry, bound for the seat of war in Mexico. At the battle of Vera Cruz he was severely wounded in the shoulder, and not being able to bear removal, was placed in the house of a Mexican lady, near the battle-field. As he did not rejoin his company, and was not heard of at the close of the war, he was placed on the list of the dead, and his land-warrant issued to his father, who erected a monument to his memory in the family burying-ground, in Frank lin County. Boatwright, however, did not die. He was tenderly nnrsed by a dark-eyed senorita, a daughter of the lady at whose house he was left, and when, after many months of suffering, he was restored to health and his wound healed, he found himself a captive to the charms of his beautiful nurse, ond he married her and settled in Vera Cruz. His letters to his relatives having mis carried, and some one informing him that his family had removed from Frank lin County, he ceased writing to them. In 1849 he went to California, and after ward settled in Texas. Several years after the close of the war the family in Franklin County heard rumors that Alexander was still living, and agents were sent to California and to Mexico, but failed to learn any tidings of him, and -he was given up for lost. A short time ago Mr. R. M. Boatwright happen ed to see a letter written by his brother to on old friend in Franklin County, and recognizing the name, was rejoiced to find that his brother who was mourned as dead for twenty-six years, was still living." A St. Louis clerk tried to get up a corner in the chicken market one day last week. He has been driving half the clerks wild with envy by a mag nificent cluster diamond ring. One morning, while at Lucas Market, his hand reposed on a chicken-coop, and a curious crackler went for his ring, plucked out and swallowed the largest gem in the cluster. It is unnecessary to say that he bought that coop of chickens at the dealer's price. Ho says he will have that diamond if the family is compelled to eat chickens all summer. Many papers are urging that a part of the duty of the Polaris relief expedition be to bring home the body of Captain Hall. Agaiust this the Worcester Spy thus protests: " His grave is nearer the pole than that of any other white man. Esquimaux may have lived and died further north ; nobody call tell what animal or human inhabitants will be found on the unknown lands near the North Pole ; but no other known grave is so near that unknown portion of the earth as that of Captain Hall. Let his body remain there undisturbed." The Troy Times says that on Friday afternoon last, as Mr. Alexander Cloakie was at work iu a field with others, near that city, he was struck by lightning and instantly killed. The sun was shin ing brightly at the time, and not ft drop pf rain fell where he was, The Modocs. Incident of the Journey to Fort Kla math. Boyle's Camp, the last remaining camp of the Modoo expedition in the vicinity of the theatre of war in the lava beds, was broken up on the 13th inst., and the troops there, together with all the Modoo captives, baggage and Btores, were marched to Fort Kla math. The journey occupied five days. The Modocs men, women ond chil dren were transported in seven wag ons, with guards before and behind each wogon. In the front wagon were Captain Jack and Schonchin, in mana cles the former robed in a red blanket with a clean white handkerchief bound around his head, and bearing himself with characteristic dignity. There were two bands of Modocs among the Indians Captain Jack's party and the Cottonwood Modocs, including Bogus Charley, Curly-headed Jack, Steamboat Frank, Shncknasty Jim, Curly-headed Doctor, and Hooker Jim. These are the warriors who deserted Captain Jack after his lost fight ond came in and surrendered themselves. A bitter feeling exists against them on the part of Captain Jack ond his warriors on ao connt of whot Jack calls their treason, and it was found necessary on the march to place soldiers between .them to prevent an ottack upon them by Captain Jack ond his men. On the way a very serious accident was avoided by the promptness of Bogus Charley, Steamboat Frank, Hooker Jim, and Shacknasty Jim, whose squaws ond papooses wero in ono of the wagons which, at a certain point on tho route, was upon the verge of rolling over a rocky ledge. These Indians rushed forward and by main strength hold the wrgon in its place, and so prevented the catastrophe. Twice on this journey did the traditional stoicism of the Indian character disappear ; first, on the occa sion of this danger to their wives aud children, when these warriors exhibited in their manner the most anxious solici tude for the safety of those dear to them, aud again, later, when they stood around the body of one of their num ber, Curly-headed Jack, who desiring to dio and be buried in the old land of the Modocs, committed suicide at about half-past eleven tho next day in the camp at Lost River Bridge, eighteen miles distant from the lava beds. The warrior shot himself with a pistol iu the head, and died in about an hour. His mother and female friends filled the.. camp with their lamentations, while his fellow-warriors looked upon him with tears streaming from .their eyes. But Captain Jack aud Iris followers, on the contrary, gazed contemptuously toward tho mourning group. Tho dead war rior was buried with the usual Indian observances. Nothing of any moment occurred from this point except the wrecking of six wagons ou the fearfully rocky roads. During the atternoon ot the fifth dav the Indian procession reached Fort Klamath, whero the In dians were lodged in a strong aud spa cious stockade, which had been previ ously erected for the purpose, and where they will remain during their trial by military commission, which is to take place at the lort. Effects of Smoking Upon the Blood and Brain. Says the London Lancet :. " What injures or enfeebles the blood must, as a matter of course, affect the health and activity of the brain. If, then, we as certain the physiological effect of tobacco upon tho liie-nuul, we shall be in a lair way for deciding the question, especially if we find individual cases confirming the views thus arrived at. There is nothing stronger in medical evidence than the agreement of physiology aud pathology. Dr. Richardson has so clearly explained the influence of smok ing upon the blood, that it will be best to quote his graphic account. His scientific eminence entitles his evidence to respect, and lovers of the weed must recollect that it is o smoker to whom they are listening: On the blood the prolonged inhalation of tobacco pro duces changes which are very marked in character. The fluid is thinner than iB natural, and in extreme cases paler. In such instances the deficient color of the blood is communicated to the body altogether, rendering the external sur face yellowish, white, and puffy. The blood being thin, also exudes freely, and a cut surface bleeds for a long time, and may continue to bleed incon veniently, even in opposition to reme dies. But the most important change is exerted ou these little bodies which float in myriads in the blood, and are known as the red globules. These glo bules have naturally a double concave surface, and at their edges a perfectly smooth outline. They are very soluble iu alkalies, aud are subject to change of shape and character, when the quality of the fluid in which they float is modi fied iu respect to density. The absorp tion, therefore, of the fumes of tobacco necessarily leads to rapid changes in them; they lose their round shapes, they become oval and irregular at their edges, and instead of having a mutual attraction for each other and running together, a good sign of physical health, they lie loosely scattered before the eye, and indicate to the learned observer as clearly as though they spoke to him, aud said the words, that the man from whom they were taken is physically de pressed and deplorably deficient both in muscular and mental power. ' Tobacco modifies the circulation iu the brain, as in other portions of the body. Hence, it would be remarkable indeed if it did not exercise some influence upon the mechanism of thought." Since 1871 endeavors have been made to have a railroad bridge built across the Hudson at Poughkeepsie ; in 1872 a charter for erecting the piers in the river was obtained from the Legisla ture, and on Monday last the subscrip tion for erecting the bridge was headed by the Pennsylvania Railroad Company with $1,100,000 $550,000 in the name of Mr. A. L. Dennis, one of the direc tors of the road, and 8550,000 in that of Mr. J. Edgar Thompson, its president. The books have been opened for further subscription, and it is probable that work on the bridge will be at once bg gun, 0