J, ' fill tffitffl HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPEIlAKDUM. Two Dollars per Annum. ; , . YQL IV- EIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUBSDAY, MAY 14, 1874. NO. 11. zr. i - - - - - " 1 1 - - Endurance. How much the heart may bear, and yet not urcau I How much the flesh may suffer and not die I I much it any pain or ache Of soul or body, brings the end more nigh. Death chooses his own time ; till that is sworn, All evils may be borne. We shrink and shudder at the surgeon's knife, Eaclrnervo recoiling from the cruel steel. Whose edge seems soarching for the quivering lire ; Yet to o.ir sense the bitter pangs reveal, That though the trembling floBh be torn, This also can be borne. We see a sorrow rising in our way, And strive to fly from the approaching ill ; We seek some small escape we weep and wbou the blowballs, then our hearts are still ; Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn, But that it ean be borne. "We wind our life about another life We hold it closer, dnarer than our own j Anon it faints and falls in deadly strife, Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone. But ah 1 we do not die with what we mourn This also can be borne. Behold! we live through all things famine, thirst, Bereavement, pain, all grief and misery, All woo and sorrow. Life inflicts its worst On soul and body, but we cannot die. Though we be sick and tired, and faint and worn, Lo ! all things may be borne. HARRY WIRING'S FORTUNE. " I advise you to think less about your ancestors, and more about your posterity." Baij old Lndv Warinir tr her son Harry one bright June morn ing. At the moment she uttered this epi gram her son was busy with some an cient records which he had recently un earthed in the library of the British ."Museum, and which he had caused to he copied for study at his home in the country. Harry was a bachelor ; his family was not of the richest, though there was no more honorable or ancient name iu the county. But he was a younger on, and studiously inclined, and there seemed little prospect of his marrying. liady Waring had often recommend d him to make his addresses to some of the heiresses of the county. There was Georgina Belassys, the sweetest girl ; ' and I am sure my son, she . would rather take you poor than the richest suitor she has." In short, Lady .. . Waring was set on a match ; but" her . son shook ' his head, and said, " I am too proud to court an heiress, and too poor to marry a pauper ; " and there the argument would stop, for Lady y jring wen Knew tne somewhat per i.:?Verse disposition of her younger son. aqd avoided urging the subject of mar-rrsge.'-' Harry Waring had reached his wirpetu year, and seemed further than evjer from marriage. "Iam married to my books, he would sometimes Bay, Zudeed, to see him surrounded by his untique tomes you would have thought mm weuuea to morocco ana parchment, a true predestinate bookworm, He had hobbies in study, each one lasting soveral months or a year at a time,- wid engrossing him completely while it lasted. Then he would take a tf'ancy to travel ; he would leave home almost without saying good-by, and do woru woHia oome from him for weeks 11. T t if . . - men uauy waring would receive some such messftgeas this from her truant : "Malta. "Am here for a fortnight, doing the mawty 01 tne nmguts. win write you next from the (Joptio monasteries iD Abyssinia. " Or, " Constantinople, 5th. "Busy with measurements of the Hagia St. Sophia. Back on the 30th." So, between his books and his travels, this whimsical younger sou of Lady Waring led a decidedly unsettled life, whilo his elder brother, Arthur, who lad lately succeeded to the estate, kept up the baronial dignity, and staid at home like a good citizen. Arthur had a charming little wife, but they were childless ; and this circumstance made old Lady Waring the more anxious that Harry, her only other child, should sur round himself with a family of his own. We have all heard a great deal about the maternal instinct ; but what I may call the ffrandmaternal instinct has not been described as fully as the frequency and importance of the passion merits. With Lady Waring this instinct amounted to a passion. She could not bear the thought of dying without leaving any grandchildren behind her. So when she saw Harry, just home from rummaging the libraries of the monks on Mont Athos, content to sit down in his own library and collate his Grecian notes with his British Museum records, Lady Waring could not refrain from drawing a long sigh as she saw, for the hundredth time, that her son thought much more about parchments than about posterity. "Don't be alarmed, mother," here turned, looking up from a transcript of a mediteval heraldio record. "I have told you that I am not rich enough to court an heiress, nor poor enough to marry a beggar : but I have had soma thoughts of my own about marriage of 7lsiirk able admission for tt tit.. A 7 " I hope they are favoraSiiLrnes re tunred Lady Waring, "Certainly they are not unfavorable? my dear mother," said batchelor Harry. " Given the right conditions, and I shall be ready to marry or, at least, to go a courting," added he, a little rue fully. "And do you find any help toward the right conditions in your, study of the heralds' records ?" asked Lady Waring. "That's my secret, mother, said Harry. " But I have found enough in them to send me over to France for a fortnight. We 6hall see what will oome of it. I am off this very day, and as soon as I have news to tell you I will write, or, more likely, come myself and bring it." Another trip after parobmeuta I" thought Lady Waring J but she made no objection : it was Harry's way to come and go thus unceremoniously, as I have said. In what way a fortnight's absence in France could possibly be connected wnu a change of heart on the part of Harry relatively to the sub ject of marriage was a quite insoluble question to her. She simply said : "Well, take care of yourself, Harry, and come back as soon as you can." And Harry made his adieux J then he went to his elder brother, and was closeted with him for an hour ; but he reached town in time for the noon train to Dover, and before night ho was landed safe in Calais.' Shall I tell here what it was that brought Harry Waring to Calais ? On the whole, I think it will be better sim ply to reeord what he did. Perhaps some of my readers have divined his secret already. But I will give a clew to the mystery by reminding them of what they know already that Calais was for more than two hundred years an English possession, and that finally it was retaken by the Frenoh under the Duo de Guise in the year 1558. Among the forlorn band of five hundred Eng lishmen who then garrisoned the town was an ancestor of the Warings, a man of wealth, who had spent the better part of his life there, and who fell dur ing the final assault. His former resi dence, now in the poorer instead of the better part of the town, as it was three hundred years before, had been long in use as a hotel of the seoond class. To this hotel Harry betook himself, with a very definite and important plan in his mind. A single servant accompanied him. It was a quaint, spacious, tumble down rookery of a placo, such as the traveler in any old French town will find in the more .ancient quarters. It did not look very promising in the way of comfort and neatness, but it had every appearance of being well patron ized. Harry Waring doubted whether he should be able to find any place in it, after all. The landlord bustled out into the spacious court-yard to meet him, and feared that he could not accommodate milor suitably. There was, to bs sure, an attio chamber, indefinitely high ; but milor would not think of taking that ? And the Frenchman smilod inwardly at the odd taste of the stranger in coming to his hotel at all, while he cursed, also inwardly, the fate that had just inveigled him into letting his best rooms to a pair of commercial travelers, and at a shamefully low price. Harry Waring, on the other hand. had much ado to conceal his satisfaction at finding the merest foothold in the old hotel. But it was important not to awaken any suspicion of his object. " I am sorry." said he, " that you have nothing better to offer me than a sky parlor. But 'tis my whim to come to your hotel. I love to get away from those modern buildings ; and perhaps you can give me a better apartment soon. Meanwhile I shall buBy myself in studying your old city." The landlord hoped to accommodate ; meanwhile he would tike every pains to make milor comfortable au cin quiemc. " Stay," cried Waring, who had been closely scanning the court-yard during the dialogue, " I will tell you what monsieur shall do if he pleases. He shall build me a little pavilion on this side of his court-yard, where the sun shines. There I shall carry on my studies like the hermit that lam ; my servant shall take care of the room and of my books, and I will pay you round ly beforehand for gratifying an Eng lishman s whim. This proposition caused M. Heritier to shrug his shoulders more actively, perhaps, thau he had ever done before. What a radical, a revolutionary, an un heard of proposition 1 " But those Englishmen are capable of anything," reflected he ; a milor does not come to this old place every day no, not every three months. Doubtless milor is as rich as he is odd. I shall not be the loser." There was a long debate over Harry Waring's proposition. " We will see what can be done," said M. Heritierj fi nally ; and the result was that next morning Harry Waring was overseeing a gang of carpenters who were prepar ing to put up a box fifteen feet square in the old court-yard that had been un changed in external appearance, except by decay, for more than a century. Great was the curiosity manifested over the Englishman's whim. All day long the do-nothings of the hotel peered out of their windows at the workmen ; there was some growling, indeed, oyer the pounding and hammering that went on, but " milor " had made ample satisfac tion beforehand to his landlord, and on the whole I think M. Heritier's guests were more entertained than annoyed by the extraordinary performance in the court-yard. While the carpenters were at work Waring established himself comfortably in his sky-parlor. His principal anxiety now was to get the early occupancy of his room in the court-yard. He had taken little interest in the construction except to hurry it on. Since the loca tion-of the new structure had been de termined he had divided his time be tween his books and long strolls in the country. It was afterwards remembered, however, that in the selection of the precise spot for his little building, Harry Waring had been almost unrea sonably particular. Nothing would suit him but that it should be placed exactly here, and not there, to get the "sun light " at such and such an angle ; a foot to the right or the left would not answer. M. Heritier could not see BUnjn4jrnmer-time ; for his own part, he was gT5tLnouen 01 the shade in June or JulyTSil a dro11 ' a crea' ture!" he would excTaiffl t himself " It must be that he is toucirettIu the brains. But that is no matter aa long as I have his money. The carpenters worked on meanwhile, with provoking slowness, as it seemed to Uarry ; out in me course oi a ween the court-yard resumed its usual quiet the apartment was finished. Harry would not wait to have it painted. i learned to like the smell of fresh pine on my American travels," said he. " I will take possession at onoe. jut eer rant will sleep iu the ftttio room,1' So Harry Waring's new quarters were made ready for him as soon as possible. The room was neatly furnished, but he refused to have the articles that the landlord proposed to bring, saying that the less furniture the better his whim would be suited. His baggage, con sisting oi tnree stout leather trunks, was moved down stairs, and precisely a week after he had left home Waring found himself established in his new quarters, built to order, in the old hotel which had been the home of his ancestors. He found himself, too, firmly established in the reputation of being crazy. All the people in the hotel spoke of him, among themselves. as the insane Englishman, and people came from distant parts of the town to see with their own eyes the building which this inexplicable lunatic had caused to be put up. But Waring kept the peace with every one, and seemed well enough satisfied with his reputa tion for madness. The method of that madness, how ever, he was very careful not to reveal. For his latest researches had convinced him that his ancestor, who died in the defenpe of Calais about three hundred years before the time of this visit, had converted his whole fortune, a con siderable one for .the time, into gold. and had buried it in the court-yard of his mansion, the identical hotel in which Harry was now staying. More than this : the obscure anagram which he had found among the genealogical papers of tli9 British Museum he thought that he had deciphered. That anagram denned the precise place in the court-yard where he should expect to find the long-hidden treasure. It explained, too, the comparative decay of the pecuniary fortunes of his family. Here, without doubt, th money lay : and it was this that he had come to seek. If he had vot mistaken the ana- gram, here h wouia nna nis lortune. His las nour oeiore leaving home he had given to an interview with his brother, in which he explained all his reasons for thinking that the ancestral treasure still lay safely buried in Calais. Arthur waring had laughed at him. "Do you think a Frenchman would let gold lie buried right under his nose for three hundred years ?" said the elder brother. " He would smell it out the first year. But go and search. You are welcomo to all you find. I shan't claim an ounce of it." It was a moment of no little excite ment to Harry Waring when he found himself locked in, with his trusty ser vant, Grubbs, over the little spot of earth where, three hundred years ago, his fortune had been buried. His trunks contained the necessary tools for removing the floor and excavating the earth ; and this the stalwart uruDDS commenced at once to do. Great caution was neoessary, in order that the souud of the work should not disturb the people of the hotel. If Harry had made a true interpretation of the old anagram, the treasure lay under the southern half of his floor. Little by little the servant pried up the planks upou that side Waring bored a minute peeping hole through each of the four sides of the room, whence he could watch the court-yard, and dis cover whether his movements were sus pected. So slow was the work, on ac count of the noiselessness with which it had to be carried on, that it was mid night before the half of the new floor was torn up, and the solid tiling of the court-yard exposed again. Grubbs, who knew what he was expected to find, and who had none of the latent doubts of success that would sometimes assert themselves in his master's mind, was all for going on with the work. "Loike ly enough, sir, we moight get at the money before morning," said he. But Harry Waring had not been a student to no purpose ; he knew the risk of sleeping over freshly uncovered soil, and he sent Grubbs away to his attio, telling him that it would be time enough to-morrow to begin digging. The next day, as may be supposed, wat an anxious one for Harry Waring. He took his customary morning walk, but left Grubbs on guard within ; the rest of the time he watched himself, fearing to leave the room empty lest the secret should be discovered. The next night work began as soon as it was dark ; and being now in the ground, it went on much faster than the night be fore, because it made less noise. The flag-stones were pried back without much difficulty, and Grubs was soon going through tho earth like a mole. And he found the treasure I Packed in iron boxes, not more than five or six feet below the level of the court-yard, lay the golden crowns which Harry Waring's nnoeator had buriod there at the siege of Calais. There was no question of counting them then ; how to get away with them unnoticed was the problem. Fortunately there was an early morning boat to Dover. It would not do to call a voiture and leave suddenly at 5 a. m. But Grubbs volun teered to carry the trunks, one by one, to the landing, where- an official would watch them for a small fee. The three trunks proved, as; Waring had calcu lated beforehand, the most convenient means of getting away with the money. A strong man can carry about $50,000 in gold at a load . Grubbs was a giant ; and I think that the three trunkfuls of French crowns that he bore successively that night to the Calais quay contained a fortune that was nearer 10,000 than any other round number. " It is not enormous," said Harry, as he saw the last trunk deposited safely on the quay; " but it will do for a second son, if ad ded to what little he has already. What a pity the family has lain out of the in terest of it for so long a time 1" Harry left his new apartments, I fear, in a state of dire confusion. He locked the door when he went away, just as the first sounds of human life began to Etir- 12 tho old building. No one en tered it until night, when M. Heritier became alarmed for his crazy English man, and began to fear that he had committed suicide " after the manner of his countrymen." Getting no an swer to repeated blows and calls; he finally broke open the door. "Mon Dieu I the mad Englishman has made a tomb of my premises, and buried him self in it I" was his first exclamation. And M. Heritier looked with a shudder into the pit which yawned in bis court yard, Nothing waa to be eeen there but the rusty shells of three iron boxes, But on the table 'he found a rouleau of old French crowes addressed to him, and a note saying: " Mr Dear M. Heiutteb. Many man 8 ior your courtesy in aocommo aating me in your court-yard. 1 came to seek a little sum left me some time ago under your pavement by one of my ancestors. I find the old ecus of a very pleasing pattern, and I leave you a rouleau in testimony of the distin guished consideration with which I have the honor to be, etc The Frenchman's state of mind was a study for a psychologist for the rest of that day. But Harry Waring was already safe at home in England, leav ing no auaress oenina rum. That very evening he called on Geor gina Belassys to tell her the story of nis romnuTio gooa iortnne. l think: old Lady Waring was right about that young lady s preference for Harry. At any rate, tueir Detrotnai was announoed a few weeks later. They were married in September, and I have always be- M 1 11. . I -' L . , , uuveu niu i, in w a union oi uearts as well as of fortunes. Harry became an admirable domestio man, and has not been to Mount Athos or to Constanti nople once since he was married. He haunts the British Museum at inter vals, for he is still fond of genealogy. But old Lady Waring, has grandchil dren now, and Harry is their father. And he is so fond of them that old Lady Waring has never again urged him to think less about his ancestors, and more about his posterity. Self-Denial WIrat Came or It. The following interesting account of the results of a little self-denial is from the pen of the late Horace Mann : I once knew a youag man who. on removing from the country to the city, was introduced to a very respectable circle of persons, about his own age, who were in the habit of meeting peri odically for the nominal purpose, at least, of conversation and social im provement. But any boker-on at their symposia might not hve been deemed uncharitable had he sipposed that the supper, the wine and tae cigars consti tuted the principal attraction. He be came one of their number, and for a time enjoyed the hilarity and shared the expense of the cntertainmonts ; but, being at last rebuked by his conscience for this mode of spending both time and money, he quietly withd sw from the club, though without abandoning his intimacy with its members. Through one of their number he learned the average cost of their sup pers, and taking au equal Bum from his own scantily filled purse, ire laid it aside as a fund foe charity. At the end of a single season he found himself in possession of a hundred dollars, wholly made up of these sums saved from gen teel dissipation. This amount he took to a poor but most exemplary family, consisting of a widow and several small children, all of whom were struggling as for life, and against a series of ad verse circumstances, to maintain a show of respectability, and to provide the means of attending the public schools. The bestowment of this sum upou the disheartened mother and the fatherless children, together with the sympathy and counsel that accompanied it, seemed to put a new heart into the bosoms of them all. It proved the turning point in their fortuues. ' Some small debts were paid, the necessary school books and a few articles of de cent clothing were obtained, the chil dren sprang forward in their studies, equaling or outstripping all their com petitors, and at the present time they are all among the most respectable, exemplary and useful citizens in the State. A Terrible Fate. Belle Palmer Wheeler, of East Meadow, L. I., who had just married a young mau named Wheeler of the same village, met with an awful death. She had just beeu placed in a light carriage by her husband, who was preparing to follow her, when some person fired off a gun in slose proximity to the horse's head as a parting salute to the voung couple. The sudden report frightened the spirited animal, who gave a bound for ward, broke from his fastenings and rushed at a terrifio pace down the de serted street, the light wagon careening from side to side in a menacing manner. In attempting to round a short curve the carriage was overturned and the young lady thrown, and, becoming en tangled iu the harness, was unable to extract herself, and was dragged for about half a mile over the rough road, where the horse was brought to a stand by falling into a ditch by the roadside. Here the unfortunate young lady was found by the relatives and husband a short time after. Her head was nearly torn from her body, and every limb was found to be broken in a number of places. She was dead when removed, but a look of unutterable agony was fastened upon her still handsome fea tures, showing what terrible suffering she must have endured. " Send the Bill to My Husband." Bealize. my reader, says a New York paper, the anguish of a lady compelled to stand by another lady wearing larger diamonds than her own, or more point lace, or a longer train ? What will the world think, as under the chandelier this painful contrast comes out ? Such moments of deep humiliation cause sleepless nights, and the next day result in bills that beoome as crushing as criminal indictments to poor over worked men. Under the impulse of such try ing scenes as these, many a matron has gone forth on Broadway with firm lips and eyes in which glowed inexorable purpose, and placed upon her arms or fingers, that might have helped her husband forward, the gems that would be millstones about his neck. There are many phases of heroism, but if you want your breath taken away, go to a leading and faihionable store and see some large-souled women, who will not even count the cost or realize the dire consequenoes, but like some martyr of the past who will show to the world the object of his faith though the heavens fall, she marohes to the counter, seleots the costliest, and says in tones of maj esty, " Send the bill to my husband p THE BOY WITH THE WHITE EYE. Frightful Reeord or Jessie Pomeroy, of South Boiton His last Act the Con fession or a Murder. The story of the child murder in Dor chester, Mass., is one of the most ex traordinary of the period. The boy Jessie Pomeroy, known as the boy with me wnite eye, suspected from the first as the murderer, confessed and is now awaiting examination. Before his con fession a chain of convicting circum stantial evidenoe had been formed against him. When the bey was taken at tue nonso oi his mother, a respecta ble dress-maker, in South Boston, a knife was found on his person spotted with blood. A spot of blood marked the broaal of tho uuiler-shlrt. and his boots were covered with mud of that peculiar nue and consistence that belong alone to the soil of marsh lands. Officers visited the scene of the murder, a spot on the marsh land jutting into Dor chester Jjay, midway between Wash mgiou viuoge and aavm Mill, half a mile from McKay's wharf. From the wharf to the spot where the body was found were two sets of footprints in the marsh mud. Of both these plaster casts were made, and they displayed peculiarities which afterward proved almost conclusively that the right per son had been arrested for the crime. A detail of policemen kept off a curious crowd, so that the tracks were not ob literated. The tracks showed plainly that Pomeroy jumped off the wharf into the soft clay, and then took his little victim down, lending assistance by a swing of his arms. The boots of the murdered boy exactly fitted the smaller prints and correspond nre. cisely with the plaster casts taken of the prints. .Detective Woods took the boy to the undertaker's where the body lav. and E laced the murderer face to face with is victim. Pomeroy turned away his head. "Do you know that little bov ?" Yes, sir." " Did you kill him ?" "I suppose l did." " Well, how did you get the blood off the knife ? Did you wash it off ?" " No. sir. I stuck it into the mud." For the first time since his arrest the boy showed some signs of contrition, and expressed the desire that his mother should not be informed of his act. The record of this extraordinary boy is a terrible one. Early in 1872 there was great excitement in Chelsea caused by the horrible torture of a number of little fellows by this boy, who was not discovered until a hundred or more boys had been arrested, and he was, after trial, sent to the Reform School, at Westborough, for the remainder of his minority. His victims were many. One was a son of Mr. Poino, of Chel sea, who was, about Christmas, 1871, taken by Pomeroy to Powder Horn Hill, stripped naked, tied to a beam, beaten with a rope, and left helpless. Tracy Hayden, another boy, was, on Feb. 21, 1872, stripped, tied up, and beaten with a board and rones, bv which some of his teeth were knocked out, the bridge of his nose broken, and other more serious injuries inflicted. Johnny Balch was enticed to Powder Horn Hill soon after July A, 1872, stripped, gag ged, tied to a beam, beaten, and then taken to a salt-water creek Jand washed. Robert Gould, in September ' of the same year, was taken from South iioston to the vicinity of the Hartford and Erie Railroad, stripped, tied to a telegraph pole, whipped and cut with a knife iu the head. Harry Austin, in August of the same year, was, at South Boston, stripped, beaten, and cut in the back and groin with a knife. George Pratt, about the same time, was enticed in the cabin of a yacht at South Bos ton, stripped and punctured with pins and needles in different parts of the body and left insensible and bleeding. Joseph Kennedy was about the same time taken to a place on the Old Colony Road in South Boston and maltreated in about the same manner that the Gould boy had been. These boys were all of tender age, from seven to eleven years old. When arraigned Pomeroy confessed that he was guilty, and assigned as the only reason that he could not help it. considerable inquiry has been made as to how Pomeroy, after his conviction of so many heinous offenses, was pardoned out of the Reform School, after being there only a year and five months. The explanation is as follows : When boys are sent to the Roform School they are sent for their minority, unless previous ly discharged. If, after a considerable stay, their behavior has been exempla ry, and the"y give promise of reform and future good behavior, and if they have a good home to which their parents are anxious to have them returned, they are often pardoned on probation. This was the case with Pomeroy. His mother petitioned for his being put on proba tion and allowed to come home, and as his record while in the school was good this was granted on Feb. 6, 1874. The Welsh In the United States. The principal Welsh settlements in the United States are in New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio and Wisconsin. The Welsh are generally honest, peace ful and industrious. They are noted also for their patriotism and stiong re ligious feeling. A community without a chapel is unknown, and they make their Sabbath sohool a most interesting and important institution. It is not confined to children, but the whole community attend it, and it is not an uncommon sight to see classes com posed of persons ranging in age from 60 to 70, one of them being the teacher. Thus, from their youth they have made the bible their study ; and many of these unpretending old people, in their profound knowledge of theology, would put to blush many a . graduate of our modern " theological institutions, Their singing is always congregational, and they have many eloquent preachers. Settling Things. A small boy got another boy, somewhat smaller than himself, down on the ground the other day, and got hold of both his ears, placing his knee in the small of the boy's back, and asked him, in a very persuasive manner, if he would give him that white alley of his'n. The boy replied in the affirmative. How easy it is is to settle things when OQQ goes about it ia the right way, Robert Collyer's Early Life. A biographer of Robert Collyer says of his mother : " I found Mrs. Collyer residing with her son-in-law, Mr. John Shires, of Beeston Hill, near Leeds. She is a blonde, beautiful old lady of about seventy-seven, with a gentle blue eye and a certain play of humor about her eye and mouth which left me at no loss to know where her son got his love oi lun. lier voice was clear and kind, and her manner in receiving an old friend of her son most cordial. "There is not very much to tell about his early me. we know nothing about his fath er's family except that Robert's grand father was killed in the battle of Trafal gar as one of Nelson's sailors. My par ents died when I was a child. My hus band was a blacksmith, earning eight een shillings a week the usual wages at that time. Robert was born at Keigh ley, though our home before and after was Blubberhouse. My husband had a difference with his employer about wages, and went away to Jieighley, where Kobert was born, but he was only nine days old when his employer sent for my husband again, and we went back to Biubberhouse. where my son was christened, and which is the only early home he remembers. My hus band was not much of a reader, and we had in our house only four books the Bible, Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress," the " Young Man's Companion," and " Robinson CJrusoo. ' Robert went to school in all four years to a man at Fewston named Willie Har die. Willie was not perhaps a scholar, and took to teaching because he had lost the use of his legs and couldn't do any other work. . Robert went to see him when he came back from America. Hardie is still living. That four years between his fourth and eighth years of age was all the schooling he ever had. He soon learned to read, and he soon knew our four books by heart. Then he laid up every penny he could, and bought one or two other books ; among them, I remember, was " San ford and Merton," which he very much liked. But his favorite books were the Bible and "Robinson Crusoe." He was always reading when he was not working. I never remember a meal in which he did not have a book open on the table reading while he ate. He would get so lost in his book that if we wanted him for anything we had to call out ' Robert 1' " The old lady accom panied this description with a little dramatic action ; but fearing I might think her son had to be reprimanded, she added; delicately, " But we didn't call crossly. I never had to speak sharply to Robert never nor, indeed " (with a fond look cast at ner daughter;, " to any of my children. Robert wbb always a dutiful son, and did his part well by us." A Touching Incident. A recent letter from the chaplain of the Auburn prison relates the following affecting incident : There died in this prison, during the past week a young man of good parts, member of a highly respectable family in another land, and who became involved in the meshes of the law through moral irresolution rather than innate depravity. His thoughts, which had wandered much during his latter days, on the last one of all centred upon his home, and he imagined that the most eager wish of his heart in this extremity had been realized, and that his loving mother soothed his dying bed. A few moments before his soul took flight he raised himself slightly, and extended his at tenuated arm, drew down close to his lips the shadow conjured from his own fond affections, while with a look of ineffable content glorifying his pallid features, his last breath was surren dered (as he thought) to the parent who bore him Cure for Meningitis. A Michigan correspondent pronounces what is known as the cerebro-spinal meningitis, now prevailing so exten tensively and fatally in many parts of the country, as the same epidemic which raged in Michigan about twenty five years ago to such an extent that it actually broke up the Legislature and carried to the grave every one whom it attacked, until the "old-fashioned hemlock sweats were adopted," after which every case was saved. He says : Our people sent about twenty-five miles distant and procured hemlock boughs, and they sent for it from all parts of the State. There was a company called the Hook and Ladder Company, aud for weeks did nothing else night or day but go from house to house giving hemlock sweats, and it never failed to save every case. Thorough sweats might do, but there is no mistake about hemlock sweats being a specific Civilization. There is not a little romance in the various motives which governed the original settlers of America. But the traveler of to-day abhors the process by which our Northwest is made ready tor civilization. An irate cosmopolite, Cap tain Butler, gives this description of the prooess: "Place on the river a steamboat of the rudest construction ; wherever the banks are of easy ascent build a drinking house of rough logs ; let the name of God be only used in blasphemy, and language be a medium for the conveyance of curses. Uail a hill ' a bluff,' a valley ' a gulch,' a fire fly 'a lightning bug, a man 'a cuss. three shanties ' a city.' Let every man chew when he isn t smoking, and spit when he isn't asleep, and when a dozen i ; l 1:1 n . men are tuuea it is uterauy - no mur der,' and your new land will be thor oughly civilized." True Baptism. At a meeting of the Philadelphia Conference of Baptist Ministers, a series of resolutions were adopted. Among them was the follow insr : We unwaveringly affirm as ever of old that the immersion of the believer in water, in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, alone is baptism. That baptism is essential to member ship in the Scriptural Church and to a proper participation in the Lord's Sup per, and we have no right even by im- n ication. to invite or in any way en courage any person to oome to the table who have not this Scriptural qualification, Facts and Fancies. The comprehensive money-syllable Gold. The worst sort of I-dolatry is ego tism. The sporting fraternity maybe termed "fast friends." A poor bachelor's favorite exclama tion A-las(s) I The smartest architect The architect of his own fortune. Why is a drunkard's face like a vol cano ? Because it shows the eruptions of the crater. He who takes an eel by the tail and a woman by the tongue, is sure to come off empty-handed. The last place in which to look for the milk of human kindness is in the pale of civilization. However paradoxical it may appear, " blunt " people have a way of saying very " sharp " things. " I shall be indebted to yon for life," as the man said to his creditors when he ran away to Australia. It is the reverse of mathematical law to extract a root by raising it with a power, but dentists do it. Mrs. Louis Coran of Bay City, Mich., has had seven children in five years two pairs of twins and triplets. The girl who succeeds iu winning the true love of a true man makes a lucky hit, and is herself a lucky miss. The swells of the ocean soon subside. There are a good many " swells " upon the land that subside about as soon. A lady's dressing-table is probably called a toilet because it is there that most of her toil is generally performed. A Frenchman intending to compli ment a young lady by calling her a gentle lamb, said " She is one mutton as is small." Among the Romans the gift of a ring was a badge of liberation from slavery. Married people can best explain wheth er it is bo among the moderns. A little bov asked a razor-stron man if he could sharpen his appetite. The razor-strop man immediately stropped him bo severely that the boy cut off. A boarding-house keeper in Balti more advertises to furnish " gentlemen with pleasant and comfortable rooms ; also one or two gentlemen with wives. Marion Grange, of Iowa, seceded. Dudley Adams, the Master of the Na tional Grange, says that he was about to turn it out when it left. It had not paid dues, and was misbehaving itself in general. From a letter of Daniel Boone to his Bister, which has just been 'published, he doesn't appear to have been a good speller, but it took a mau of thought to write that " God never made a man of principle to be lost." Charles Walker, a negro who waa hung at Thomasviile, Georgia, made on the gallows a singular request. Raising the cap he asked his friends to pray for the counsel that had defended him. He then met his fate with composure. " I killed ninety-nine pigeons at one shot, this morning," said an old fowler. " Why didn t you moke it a hundred while you were about it?" said his friend. " Do you suppose I would tell a lie for one pigeon ?" was the reply. The Mississippi Legislature has passed an act requiring liquor dealers to obtain the written consent of a ma jority of the men and women who are of age, in the town where they propose to sell, before licenses can be granted. There is something very sensible iu the impromptu remark of a pretty girl : " If our Maker thought it wrong for Adam to live single when there was not a woman on eartn, now criminaiiy wrong are the old bachelors, with the world" full of pretty girls 1" Mr Disraeli has given notice that per sons taking office under him must cease from "guinea-pigging." Toguinea-pig is to receive a directorship in a joint stock company with the object of help ing to form the company by adding an influential name in the prospectus. To get to the Stickecn gold mines in Alaska, one must travel fitteeu days on the ice. The diggings are described as very rich, but before the ground can be worked it has to be thawed out by build- . ing large fires on it. In spite of these drawbacks miners are making from $10 to 830 per day. A vouna French girl was before a Montreal court the other day, charged with a petty offense, and her case was suspended. The prisoner in her fright heard only a portien of the word pendu, and is almost insane under the delusion that she is under sentence to be hanged, no assurances to the contrary removing her anxiety and dread. While a youthful couple were being joined in wedlock in a justice's court in New York, recently, the damsel rather astonished a number of spectators by suddenly breaking out with, "I want to know whether we are to keep house or board before going into this thing The judge ruled the question out ol order, and the ceremony proceeded. Paid It. In March last Baron Poroari.when at his estate of Collesano, in Sicily, was captured by five brigands, two of whom weie notorious chiefs named Pasquale and Leone. The men were masked and armed. Baron Poroari was blindfolded and carried off on a horse. After a long journey, during which they stopped several times at novels on ine roaasiae, they reached a dark oavern, into which the Baron was dragged. He yielded at last to threats, and signed an order for $12,000. On the morning of March 21 , when the band were away, the liari a succeeded in escaping by crawling out of the opening which led into the grotto. He found himself not far from the Roooapalumba railway station, at which he arrived in safety, after swim ming across the intervening river. Al though the ransom had not been paid at the time the Baron succeeded in effecting his escape, he telegraphed to his brother-in-law to pay the money on the presentation of the order. It is probable that he feared assassination in Ithe event of a non-compliance with his agreement. The Baron's, captivity lasted eleven toy
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