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VOL. XI. NO. 47. TIOJSTESTA, PA., FEBEUAEY 12, 1870. $2 PER ANNUM.
;"0il Hre-Hace.
uavs ban written the following
: i iiMi (o iuiih -. It in cIelicKtei
. .'hCnlk iir;li, of C.nomnati :
i' ;r t ho HirniH of my boyhood
- o;ii.j to my mijiiiory null. -i
ii-uri finJ ih air with It a
: i uiied through the woods to
n;y grandfather lived. I re-
- .irt laid avvay linger tho snow,
i ;:-t!i(irnrl aronnd in tho eveuing
wood t're-ptaco, long years ago.
t.aoiiua.
V.,z l.z:a aud dcu.r cms who livci
.'iro;
r Rwn'ni iu this wond will 1 know
s wiio eat smiling aud talking around it,
I ha oiMashlonuiTSre place, long years ago.
''r Mt upin grandfat tier's knee iu evening ;
Tim funv.ly wore gathered around the warm
- liesuib ;
ah 6 swung the kottle, the back-log was
tinging
It looked like the happiest scene on this
earth.
grandmother quietly sat with her knitting,
' ."1 other were rocking inohalra to and fro,
i hickory spark popped about on the oarpet
l orn the oM-f anhioned flre-plaoe, long years
ago.
i oat ia the oornor eat silently moalng,
"he old family Bible was opened, and read i
ix grandfather prayed, and we kissed one
another .
And whimpered "good-night," and wont
happy to bed.
': ! o clock on the wall never tired of ticking,
The room beoame silent, the fire burned low,
i.a lived oiios were dreaming, bnt angels
wore washing
That old-fasffiorted flre-plaoe,long years sgo.
TEE UNLUCKY HOUSE.
' That is the place, bailio A very
' "Aij houte, sir ! I would not advise
i to biJfit." . ,
' Pooh I You don't expeot on ld
vjlfr like me to be influenced by such
bear?" '
' TLiiit is between yon and your own
t, eir; but, to tell the truth, it was
i, ttOiitise you have travelod, and
. u many an up and many a down, that
; expected, you to be influenced by an
uicanny name. It is the folks that have
no changes,' that have no fore-knowl-v,'je.
I'm not a superstitious man my
r t lf, but there are things worth minding
yes, indeed J"
'The t wo men bad checked their horses
before a large gray stone house, stand
ing oa the slope of a hill that would
li ive been dreary in any eves but those
i Sootsmen. Rugged and bleak, with
rlamps of dark tir here and there, and
pitches of dull, heather invading the
brown bare bits of pr.sture-ground. The
13 rs had been thickly planted round the
oonse, and had in the course of three or
four generations overgrown any attempt
at gardening there had ever been. In
fact, nothing now remained of it except
a weedy, gravelly walk that led to a
blacKLiko, which spread iteolf toward
tho moor, and was gradually lost in the
bops and marshes arounu
" ThoRe hills in the background and
this marsh ought to furnish good sport,
Brodie." "
"Ay, but birds and red deer know
many a thing beyond oar kenning. The
deer have left the hills, and the birds
3iave found cannier places to build than
those dark, slimy sedges. Whiles they
could teach us a lesson, if we were not
trto set iu our own ways to mind them.
1 am epeakin,? to eae my own mind,
bailie; I kuow well you will do juntas
you like."
Bailie Allister did not answer at onee.
Ho took in the whole gray, dreary land
Cttpo, with ihelioht n ttuined, melancholy
house iu the ruidbt of it, and thou aikod,
abruptly; What did vou call the place,
I'.rodieV" .
" I nev.fr called its noma at all, sir.
More than a hundred years syne sotne-1-o.ly
callod it, 'Cross-basket' a very
2 Toper name, for every generation has
; i , a its barket nil I store crossed more
id iutre, till nt lit lit banket, store, and
.ouev-poueli are all but empty."
" Who, is the owner now ?"
" MLolto MiieNair. He's but a poor
lad for a laird aye dawdling about the
hills with a pencil, they say."
"I inink 'I will go and see hiiu.
'J'herais Iu diarni iu ipeering tho price
of a place."' ',""." -' -
41 You'll do your will, doubtless, bai
l's; and it is none of my interest to say,
'Don't.' SStillyouoie my own cousin
four timoa removed, rd I would be
! ath to Roe you buy badltn;5t with good
"-Id." -
"I am r.ot set on buying, Brodie.
. tell the truth.I knewthia lad's moth-
twenty-five years b;o, and I would
e to B''B her son. I'oor Grace Lo.ri
rl You'll mind Uraoo Larimer,
, i-odie?"
" I mind her well, bailie. She has
i . en dead many a year now, and if you
toe bent on seeing her son, a 'good
d.iy'toyou; it is little time I have for
picking up dropped threads."
Ho the lawyer and his friend parted
the one trotting gently back to the city;
tae other, after tying his horse to the
pate of the decaying house, sauntering
thoujutf ully toward its entrance.
His summons at the door was answer
ed by an old woman, whose first greet
ing was anything but hospitable: "Ye
lieedna ring kuq loud, sir; we're neither
deaf nor dead within."
" Can I sea Mr. MacNair ?"
" That depends on wha'B e peering for
Lim. Tho laird couaa be infrudod on bv
every sne that baa mair time than gowdor
Ben ho."
Then a door softly opened, and a
young man in a loose, slovenly dress op
proBched. Walk in, nir," he paid, in
a manner that indicated at once the
nervousness of the recluse and the
courtesy of a natural gentleman. ..
There was a brieht fire in the rr.nm
into which he preceded hiitsisitor, but
it did little to relieve the air of utter
decay and desolate neglect which was its
prevailing character. The stone floor
was but partially covered with a ragged
?arpet, the furnitnre waa broken and
moth-eotcn, the Avails wore stained with
lrep, and the dropping paper green
Mtumiklow.- '' ailie felt ft sudden
cLall, and it wa' 'iult for & moment
to state his erran Yhon at length it
was done, the young laird sighed and
answered :
"Dead? Yes, sir. She died a slow,
weary fteath in this very room. Perhaps
you woro her friend ? " f . ,
" Bo truly her friend that I would fain
be a friend to her child ;" and he stood
np and offered his hand with a frank,
hearty manner quite irresistible to the
sensitive young man. no was a youth,
indeed, apt to inspire a liking in a heart
linking him with tender memories. He
had a bright spiritual face, set in soft
dark curly hair, Norse bone, and Celtic
blooJ, and that quick observation and
sympathetio nature that is always ready
to take a hint or develop a resource.
Consequently it was easy for a person
deposed to be his friend to find out the
be-t way to extend help. True, he had
a youth s shame about poverty, but he
had abo youth's hope and youth's con
fidence in hia own resources. He ex
hibited with a kind of eager modesty
Ida numerous pictures and studies of
Scotch life and soenery, and the old man
knew enough and had traveled enough
to be aware that they showed signs of
great genius. ,
But it was not these pretentions works
that attracted him most ; it was some
papers lying looselyjm the table, cov
ered with quaint detagna of flowers and
stars and dots and crosses. He lifted
these with the cariosity and the eye of
me who thoroughly nnderstands a sub
j'iot and is greatly interested in it.
Sholto blushed deeply, and nervously
cried to draw off his visitor's attention.
'Jut the bailie seemed for a few min
utes quite absorbed in the work and in
his own thoughts. Then he ejaoulated:
Beautiful I Are these your designs,
Mr. MacNair?"
Yes, sir ; I do a little in that way
sometimes. In fact, I am obliged to,
intil lean get my piotures into a prop
er market."
" Why, these designs are exquisite.
To whom do you sell them V
" Johu Orr buys all I make."
"No wonder their sewed muslins have
such a sale ! Sholto M ioNair, if yon
will come into the city and design for
my factory for two years, you will have
money enough for Rome and the Rhine.
What do you eay ?"
It was quite easy to persuade the
young man that his pictures were not
masterpieces, and that ho ought to de
vote two years to the drudgery of money
raaking, in order that he might devote
many years after them to travel and
study. But at length the bailie suc
ceeded, the wrek'hed home was aban -doned,
and B hoi to took his desk in the
designing-room of the great sewed
muslin firm of Bailie Archibald Allister.
It was about six months afterward
that Lawyer Brodie called one evening
on his cousin Allister. There was busi
ness of an important nature in the call,
but after it had been completed their
conversation gradually drifted into a
less personal and less selfish strain.
"How is Sholto MacNair getting
along, btilio?"
" He is doing well saving money and
working hard."
" Humph 1 It is tho fourth genera
ation ; maybe the curse lifts a little by
this time. (Jnto the third and fourth
generation' that's how it reads, bailie."
" I never rightly understood the mat
ter, Brodie. This Ranald MaoNair was
a lawyer and a judge of the oourt of
session"
A scoundrel and a murderer of the
worst kind, bailie. My grandfather sat
beside him on the bench for twenty
years."
Then there was a pause, but Bailie
Allister knew better than to break it.
ne let the spell of the flickering fire
light and of the sensitive expectant si
lence tell upon the heart of the old law
yer; and presently he said, in a low,
thoughtful voice, "I'll tell you, bailie,
what I know about it, and there is no
one knows more, for we have done the
MacNair business nearly eighty years,
though I am free to say it is quite
against my ordinar to talk about my
clients.
"This Ranald MacNair was a black
looking Hiffhlandman, and son of Don
ald Dhu MacNair, as tierce and bad a
man as ever ruled the MacNair clan. I
have naught at all to do with the quar-
rel between him and his father and elder
brother; he aye boasted that it had not
been a dry quarrel,' but in those days
the dirk settled every dispute north of
the Grampians, and civilized folk hard
ly cared to interfere.
"Anyhow Ranald came southward
with a dark name, and, strangely
enough for such a fierce spirit, he en
tered a term of law with the house of
Caldwell & Faulder. Some folks just
hated his dark face end domineering
ways, but my grandfather took to the
proud Highlander wonderful. I don't
k no w what for, n nles maybe th at David
MaaMaister hated him, and David and
my prandfather were born foes.
" They had no personal or particular
quarrel, but David and Ranald had; for
both, of them fell in love with bonnie
Maggie Faulder just as mad in love as
two such proud, set-in-their-own-way
fellows were like to be. Maggie kind
of favored David, and Renald swore
ff 'he married her, heftn'ght buy a dirk
with the'wedding ring.
"Then old Faulder sent Maggie
away , to some southward friends, and
David and Ranald went on to the roll of
his majesty's attorneys, and both of them
settled down to pleading causes and at
tending to other prr-Vs business.
" But they were always watching one
another; and when David was put np
for some rich county office clerk of the
rolls, I think Ranald was furious, and
spent both time and gold freely in order
to defeat him. I suppose he did it.
Anyhow, his opponent, James Laing,
won, ana David was out of place and
fiocket Soon after, James Laing was
ound dead in his offioe, with a dirk
through his throat.
"Suspicion gathered swiftly and cer
tainly around David MoMaister. He
was, as I have said before, a passionate
and proud man. It could not be denied
that lie had spoken very bitterly of his
opponent, and many a threat uttered in
anger was now remembered against
him, "
" His arrest and imprisonment seemed
almost to deprive him of his senses. He
denied his guilt in the most solemn
terms, but could give no account of him
self during the hour in which the mur
der had been committed, except that he
had been in liquor in his own room.
This apology added little to his defense;
and many, even of his intimate acquaint
ances, believed him to be guilty.
" Probably because of the well-known
hatred between the men, the prosecu
tion elected Ranald McNair to conduct
their case. Nothing so exciting as this
trial had agitated every circle of society
since the landing of Prince Charlie.
Houses were divided, friends quarreled,
and immense bets were laid on its issue.
" While it was pending Maggie Faul
der returned, and Ranald was now
doubly anxious for the success of his
prosecution. It was wonderful what
acumen and industry and eloquence he
brought to bear on it His summing np
and final speech electrified every one.
There was a Eolemn and awful stir of
applause at its close, and everybody
considered the verdict settled.
" But the judge was a ju&t and merci
ful man, and he did not put the question
to the jury that night; he thought, you
see, that it was only fair to let the men
have time to look at both sides coolly.
Still, Ranald was sure of his verdict,
aud greatly elated at the sensation he
hid made, especially as Mr. Fanlder
stopped to congratulate him; and even
the beautiful Maggie, pale and tearful
as she was, faltered out Eome words
which he took for a compliment.
"He had his dinner in his own cham
bers, and then iu reflections after his
own heart passed several hours. In
them he fell asleep, for toward midnight
lie was aroused by a shake so powerful
that he would have leaped to his feet,
ouly that two brawny hands held him
tight in his chair.
"In-a moment his senses were all
alert, and ho saw, bending over him, a
gigantio Highlandman, in whose thews
be knew even his 6trength would be at
that of a baby. "
"4Yon are a Campbell, I kuow by
your plaid. Now what do von want with
me?' asked Ranald, fiercely.
" 'Sit still, and don't move an inch,
while I tell you. I killed James Laing !
I killed him because, while ho was shoot
ing on the braes of Angus last year, he
wronged my eister so deeply that I be
hooved to kill her too. I watohed until
all his new followers had gone; then I
walked into his room aud put my dirk
through his thvoat. I had wrongs to
right, and I righted them; but yon man
yon spoke against to-day knows nothing
of the matter. I don't want to murder
him too. Tell the police that tho man
who killed James Laing is Alexander
Campbell. They can look for him in
Bute; maybe they will find him, and
maybe they will not.'
" Withont another word he waa gone,
and Rmald was too shocked to detain
him, even if he had the power. How
ever, he made no spontaneous effort,
and when reflection came he determined
not to do it. He could not bear to give
up his triumph ; he know the temper of
popular feeling, and was sure that,
David's innocence assured, David would
become the popular idol. He had labor
ed for his ruin how could he now give
up hia object f And then he thonght of
Maggie, and that thought decided him.
No, nothing should now induce him to
retrace his steps.
" The next morning in court he had
another chance to clear his soul. The
prisoner had received from some person
in the press a paper assuring him that
Ranald had been notified of his inno
cence, and would proclaim it in the
court. David begged the offloer to pass
this paper over to Ranald, and he eager
ly scanned his face while he read it. The
two enemies looked a moment into each
other's eyes, and then Ranald, with a
Boornful smile, tore the paper into frag
ments. " So David was sentenced that day,
and in due time hung with all the cir
cumstances of barbarity and indignity
then common to the last act of the law.
If Ranald felt himself a murderer, he
did not show it, and no visible judg
ment followed his crime. ne rose
rapidly in his profession, married Mag
gie Faulder, built yon house at Cross
basket, and was finally made one of the
lords of session.
" But long before this some people
haa begun to notice that he was a
haunted man. I Bay some people.'
because there are men and women that
are just lamps of cluy, and never eee
any thing beyond their own meat and
money matters.
"A haunted man, Brodie I What do
you mean ?
" Just what I say, Allister. The man
he had hung called him from bed and
and board and bench, and he was com
pelled to go. His face turned gray as
ashes witn terror ana mortal agony: and
the servants told strange tales of cries
and voices and of tleroa struggles,
which left their master more dead than
alive. The doctors gave these attacks
some grand Latin name; but the man
was far beyond their help.
" One night he waa awfully wretched
and restless, and insisted on having only
the company of his eldest grandson, a
bright lad of three years old. At mid
night there was the old struggle and the
old cries, and the child ran sobbing down
the great stairs, half crazy with a terror
that he never could explain; for it was
not likely he could describe in the lan
guage of this world things that belonged
to another one."
" And Ranald MaoNair ?"
" Was found dead this time, and his
room is locked to this day. The little
lad present at that last awful struggle
was Sholto's father. He carried the
memory of that hour'into every hour of
his life, and I think that he never either
hoped or tried to avert the poverty and
sorrow he believed to be the just judg
ment of his house. He was a pious man,
but held the world's goods with a loose
grip. Sholto, you say, is prudent and
world-like?"
1 I have nothing against him but his
constant hankering after work that will
never pay him: Nobody eares for his
torical paintings and picture castles,
Brodie."
"No, no; and why should they ? Tell
hyn. to paint portraits; every one thinks
his own face makes the best picture."
But in a few months Bailie Allister
had a still graver cause of disapproba
tion. Among the girls in his factory
was one of extreme beauty, known gen
erally by her companions as "Lady
Jennie." Popular nomenclature is
rarely wrong, and Jennie's stately beau
ty deserved the title given her. Sholto's
admira'ion was so marked that his old
friend could hirdly avoid interfering in
the matter. So he made the inquiries
he thought proper, and then asked
Sholto to come and dine with him.
Sholto was quite prepared for the
discussion, and when Bailie Allister
proposed that he should now go to
Rome and pursue his studies, the prop osition
had been foreseen and consider
ed. He answered, quietly, that he had
been preparing for such a step some,
that he had finiEhed designs sufficient
for the house's need until his place
could be properly filled, and that he
was now ouly waiting for his marriage,
which would be performed the follow
ing week.
" You know who you are going to
marry, Sholto, I Buppose ?"
"Yes, I know. 1 was afraid ehe
would not have me; but she is an angel,
and has forgiven all."
"She has heard, then, of the wrong
your grandfather did her honae ?"
" She has heard that Ranald MacNair
deliberately kept back facts which
would have saved her great-uncle from
a shameful and early death; but she
knows that Sholto MacNair had neither
part nor lot in that Bin, and that ho
would die himself rather than hurt a
hair of her head."
"She is but a working girl, Sholto."
"I am not fit to touch her hand,
bailie, she is that nobly born; and I
hope, for my mother's sake, yon will
bless our bridal."
So Sholto aud hia wife went to Rome,
and the old house of CroBsbasket grew
every year more dreary aud melancholy
looking. Nobody asked to rent it, no
body asked to buy it, aud the marsh
grew so upon the garden every year that
people began to prophesy the plai!e
would eventually be swallowed up by
the bogs and water.
For some time little wan heard of
Sholto. The bailie thought it a gocd
sign. "The lad," he said, "is happy
with his wife, and busy with bis brash,'"
Events justified this opinion, for Sic
Thomas McGilvery, lord provost of
Edinburgh, having gone to Italy in the
seventh year of Sholto's absence,
brought back with him a wonderful
painting of the broken-hearted King
James entering Edinburgh after the
woful field of Flodden; and Sholto
MaoNair was the artist.
Far and wide the fame of the work
spread, and Bailie Allister and Lawyer
Brodie went purposely to Edinburgh to
see it. "A wonderful picture," they
both allowed, but the lawyer grumbled
a little at the subject "It waa just as
easy," he said, "to choose a triumph as
a disaster. But the MacNairs are kin to
ill luck, I think."
Perhaps the lawyer never said any
thing that had ho speedy a refutation;
for the very next day the bailie had an
offer which caused him to write to
Sholto and urge his immediate return to
Scotland. In a few weeks after this he
was riding once more out to Crossbas
ket; but this time Sholto and "Lady
Jennie " and their two daughters were
with him. They wandered through the
old house, whioh even in the bright sun
shine had an eerie, mournful, uninhab
itable look, and Sholto grew strangely
enent, ana Jennie snuadered and gather
ed her children close to her side.
It was the last time they were ever to
see the old walls, for Sholto bad sold
house and lands to the city for 80.000.
and the house was to be razed, and the
marsh drained, and the hills and deso
late fields laid out in pleasure-grounds
lor the burghers ol the great city.
Chorus of the cider apples : "Just as
we go to prev
TIMELY TOPICS.
The total amount of silver coin now
nsed in the world is estimated at $.3,
250,000, COO.
Peter Fisher, w o carries the mail
between Rome and Lowell, N. Y., was
ones a female rider in a circus.
The New York Herald, under the
head-line "Always With You," gives
daily the names and addresses of poor
families in the city who are known to be
worthy of charity, and also prints ac
knowledgments of the sums received for
them, which vary from five cents to ten
dollars.
A table of wages and the cost of living,
with the piie of staple articles of com
merce, going back as far as the year
1200, has been published lately. It
shows that tho wages during the thir
teenth century were about fifty cents
a week. In the next century they ad
vanced some fifteen cents, and contin
ued to advance slowly until, in the last
century, they had reached $1.87. The
average for farm labor at present is
given at $3.80 per week. Wheat in the
thirteenth century averaged seventy
ona cents, or eight and a half days' la
bor, a bushel. Now wheat is worth,
wholesale, about $1.46 a bushel, or two
and a half days' labor. In six centuries
meat has nearly trebled in price, aud
wages have increased more than seven
fold. The commune of Samnaune, one of
the most remarkable, as it is one of the
least known, in all Switzerland, is situ
ated in a valley, 6,000 feet above the
level of the eea, and almost cut off from
the world. The inhabitants fetch their
daily supply of provisions from Mar tins-
brucE, on the other side of the inn, ana
for a greater part of the distance, seven
hours in all, they have to carry every
thing on their backs up the steep moun
tain paths. They get their letters from
the Austrian village of Rauders, which
involves a walk for the postman of ten
hours, four thither and six back. Fifty
years ago the members of the commune
met together, and, being of opinion that
German was on the whole a more desir
able languaga for the ordinary purposes
of lifo than their mother tongue, they
resolved thenceforth to speak German
only, and to teach it to their children.
So thoroughly has this purpose been
carried out that, with the exception of a
fe? old people, the Romanisch speech,
t hoir native tongue, has been completely
f orsrotten by the inhabitants of the
vailpy.
Mght on a Colorado Train.
F. H. McDowell writes to the Boston
Transcript his experiences of railway
travel in Colorado. He says : Night drew
upon us apace, and with it came a drift
ing snowstorm. A heavier engine was
shortly added, our train lightened of all
but three cars, and we started on our
dirah up through the Veta pass and over
the Kooky mountains. For twenty-one
miles our grade aveioged nearly two
hundred feet per mile, with curves of
twenty, twenty-five, and thirty degree
thrown in for variety; but oar little en
gine hugged the rails closely, and a lit
tle more than an hour brought us to the
summit, 9,839 feet above the sea level,
tmd over 1,000 leot higher than the high
est point on the Union Paciflo railroad,
and formerly the highest on this conti
nent. The air was light and froety as we
stepped out upon the platform aud among
the flakes of falling snow, bnt it was so
much purer than the malarial atmosphei e
that we had been obliged to breathe only
a few days before on the Atlantic sea
board, that we tilled our lungs ag iiu and
again with this true elixir of life, that
was exhilarating almost to intoxication.
Through the rapidly-falling snow we
could just distinguish! the twiu peaks,
that are 13,620 and 12,720 feet in altitude.
They looked like two ghostly snowmen,
and seemed to smile complacently at our
discomfiture over an unexpected freak
of the wind as it pelted us with huge
basketfuls of snow. Rushing down the
mountain Bide to tho west, with the
echoes reverberaliog through the canon,
we caught ever and anon glimpses of fly
ing trees and rocks, that appeared to be
enjoying a race as to who should first
roach the snowmen way back among the
mountain Bummits. When the level
stretch of tableland on the west side of
the Rookies was reached, we dropped
ourselves back in our reclining chairs
and dozed away until a long, shrill whis
tle awoke us as we drew up at the station
of Alamosa. "
Trouble About a Kame.
The Silver Star, a Nevada paper, tells
how the people of a district in Hum
boldt county are troubled over a name,
as follows : In Mount Rose mining
district, Paradise mountains, a village
has recently sprung into existence
which can boast of having more names
than any place of its size in the uni
veise. The business men of tho place
call it "Spring City" and " Spnng
ville;" the postoffloe department named
it"Siskron;" the county commission
ers, following the example of the
miners, named the precinct and town
ship " Mount Rose," and people gener
ally call it "Bung Eye." We are in
formed that the majority of the resi
dents of the place are in favor of the
name of " Spring City," and, iu accord
ance with their desires, Wells, Fargo
& Co. have designated the place as
Spring City in their list of offices.
Mount Rose, the name of the mining
district and township, would be a very
gooJ name for the town, but hundreds
of people prefer " Bung Eye " to any
other name yet given the place,
ITEMS OF ISTEREST.
A cornstalk never complains of having
the earache.
Why is a lazy man like a magician ?
Because he works by ppells.
Succeed in satiBf jing others, and your
own contentment is assured.
Eighty thousand inhabitants make
Richmond, Va., a bustling city.
A bird-fancier calls his canaries
" Riches," because they have winga.
A prima donna is naturally a t.uuU
creature, for her art is always in her
throat.
Some people never mind anything,
for the very substantial reason that they
have no mind.
' Oh come, come, hay weigh 1 " as
the impatient farmer said to the man at
the hay Bcalea.
It costs Russia nearly $125,000 a year
to have her newspape rs supervised in the
interest of order.
A good report lingers on its way, but
an ill one flies straight lo where it can
do the mo3t harm.
The orange growers of Florida are
turning tneir attention to the making of
wine from oranges.
: When does the rain become too fa
miliar with a lady ? When it begins to
patter on her back.
A Nebraska physician says the exces
sive use of the potato is one of the
causes of diphtheria.
The true empire of genius its sover
eign sway must be at home and over
the hearts of kindred men.
A deaf mute stole a oat the other day
m order that he might be taken into
court and obtain a hearing.
Advertising is always in fashion.
Yonkera Gazette. Because it shows up
the stylsB. New York Aews.
Color blindness is one of the frequent
results of abuse of alcohol aud tobaooo,
according to Mr, Favre, of France.
' The course of the weariest river
ends in the great sea ;" and if you've a
tough, torpid liver, we advise you a
doe. or to fee.
EXERCISE IN PRONUNCIATION.
There waa a young fellow named Oholmondeley
wno certainly aoted quite aoimonaeiey,
Wfcen his girl said " amuse me.
He stammered " exonse me,"
And then be apologized holmondeley.
His friends said his first name was Beauchamp.
(To pronounce it yon never can teanohamp),
He resided at Oreenwich
And lived upon speenwich
And artichokes when be oould reauohamp.
A Lad's Desperate Suicide.
Frederick Bissell, eighteen years old,
a son of the late Edward Bissell, a pur
ser in the Unitod Stafes navy, commit
ted suicide at tho residence of his moth
er in Brooklyn. He had lived with his
mother end sister since leaving school,
about a year ago, aud haa frequently
been subject to melancholy and appre
hensive that he would die of consump
tion At breakfast nothing unusal in
his manner was obsetved. After break
fast he went np to his room, as his
mother supposed, for his overcoat.
Shorty after, his sister w:ntup to the
front room on the second floor and heard
her brother moving in the room directly
overhead, which was occupied by a
friend of the family who had left for his
place of business early in the morning.
In a short time her brother, hearing her
in the room below, went to the upper
landing and said to her: " Go down
stairs, mother is calling you." She was
about to do bo when she heard the door
of his bedroom close and the key turn
in the lock. This aroused her fears,
aud she ran up to the frout room, and
mining a pistol which was usually kept
on the top of the bureau rau to hor
brother's room and asked him to open
the door. His reply was: "Go down
stairs and Bee mother." She rau down
aud called for her mother to come up,
and Mrs, Bissell at once joined her, but
before the could explain the cause of
her alarm the report of a pistol was
heard. They ran to the room, but wero
unable to open the door. Dr. J. M.
Hamilton, who lives in the adjoining
house, was called and forced the door.
Young Bissell was dead upon the floor,
wi'h an open razor on oae side of him
and a revolver on tlis other. He had
cut hia throat with the ru. ir and then
But t himself through the head.
Leisure.
The most fallacious ideas prevail re
specting leisure. People are always
Baying : " I would do so aud so if I only
had a little leisure." Now, there is no
condition in which the chance of doing
is less than the condition of leisure. The
man fully employed -may be able to
gratify his gocd disposition by improv
ing himself or his neighbors, or serving
the publio in some useful way ; but the
man who has all his time to dispose of
as he pleases, has a poor chance indeed
of doing so. To do, increases the capac
ity of doing, and it is far less dillicnlt
for a man who is in an habitual course
of exertion to exert himself a little more
for an extra purpose, than for the man
who does little or nothiug to put bim
Belf in motion for the same end.
Let no one cry for leisure that he may
be able to do anythiug. Let him rather
pray that he may never have leisure.
If he really wishes to do a good thing
he will always find time to do it, by
properly arranging his other employ
ments. There is a reluctance in everything to
be set a going, but when that is got
over, then everything gees smoothly
enough. In fact, it may be said that to
ask for leisure or time to do an ordinary
thing, is equivalent to a confession that
we are indifferent about doing it