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WW In Harvest Day, Thro Farmer Gale' wide fields I passed s Just yesterove; My week o( holiday wan spent', And Idly on the utile 1 leant, Taking my leave Ot all tho fair and smiling plain, Wood, vale and hill, And all the homely housohold band, (The warm graxp ol each kindly hand Didos with me still); And 1 was sad. Tho stricken grain Around me lay; . I could but think ot fcilent glade Of buds and bloRSoms lowly laid The harvest day. " And this Is all 1" I sadly said " These withered leaves This gathered grain! Spring's hours ol bliss And luinmor'i glory turn to this Some yellow shoaves!" Then Farmer Galo tiiat good old man, So simplji wise Who overheard, and quickly turned, Said, while a spark of anger burned In his gray eyes: " tad) thou art town-bred, knowing naught Whorool thou pratest! For, bo the flower as lair as May , The Iruit il yields in harvest day Is still the greatest! " And thou thy spring 'shall quickly pass; Fust lull the leaves From life's frail tree. In hat vest day Sco that bolore thy Lord thou lay -Some yellow sheaves." He went hU way; I mine; and now I hear the flow " Ol busy lile in crowded street Ol ennor voicos, hurrj ing loot, . at come and go Yet e'en while flashing lactoiy looms My hands engage, I see that lar-oft" upland plain lis long, long rows of gathered grain, Its niHtic sage, And hear them say: " Let pleasures fair, And passions vain, And youth! ui follies, lade and die; But all good deeds, par thoughts and high, Like goldon grain, ".Be gathered still." Blest harvest store, That only grows In h cans besprinkled with the blood That evermore a sacred flood From Calvary flows! Lord, when thou oatlest, when this world My spirit leaves, Then to thy loet, oh, let me oome, Bringing, in joylul harvest-home, Some yellow sheaves! Sunday Magatint. MY FIRST LAWSUIT, "How is trade, Aunt LucyP" I in quired, with the air of one perpetrating a pleasantry. The person addressed was slow to take my remark in-the spirit in which it was ottered. Trade with her was a solemn reality. "Things is a-goin' off," she replied, seriously. "Slow. But they goes." Two or three other colored persons present chuckled, however. To them, as to me, there existed an incongruity between the notions of Aunt Lucy and commerce. Aunt Lucy was unusually old and un usually black. Her blackness was set off by her white turban and white ker chief she wore about her neck. She was heavily made,, with a delightful chubby face, and a delightful, cordial, chuckling way of speaking. Only a severe attack of rheumatism would dampen her chronic cheerfulness, and imbue the tones of her voice with a touch of melancholy. It had been my own idea to set her up in trade, with the expenditure of a dol , lar or so, in the first place, on needles and thread, and tapes and pins, and so , on; afterward, as these wares found a ready market, she and I determined to go into the confectionery line also, on a small scale penny cakes, penny sticks . of candy; but these latter we lound to be moreaiseful in advertising her place of business than lucrative. I had been unjible to buy them for less than a penny apiece, and they sold the world over for a penny, it appeared. " I can make ginger cakes au' sugar cakes fust rate," suggests the old wo man presently. "That will be the wav, then," I say, clutching at the bright idea "the very thing. I'll give you the money to buy Borne flour and sugar and molasses, and you'll make the cakes and then we'll see what the profit will be." Aunt Lucy chuckles delightedly. She has an active soul, despite her ninety eight yenrs. Yes, ninety-eight P She insists. that this is her age. " Have you had your roof mended P" X inquire, having already left the money with her lor that purpose. " Can't git de man ter come. I has bin a-terrifyin' an' aabotherin' ob my Isaiah ter git de man ter come hain't I Isaiah f" as at that juncture, a tall slouchy young man entered, who did not seem likely to be ternhed by feeble old Aunt Lucy. He pulled a front lock in courtesy to me, and grinned. "I has went, 'an went," he averred : " an' he promises ter come. Seems like he don't care." I myself entertain doubts of Isaiah's zeal aa Mercury. I say, persuasively, " I wiah you would see to it Isaiah." Then 1 make my adieux. The room contained half a dozen persons beside Lucy. She has always a number of-'gutsU, and is especially popular since she has kept shop, and thus established a kind of a neighbor hood rendezvous. Hershop ia in the window, across which slats have been nailed, against which articles of mer chandise have been placed, including various penny toys, which have been found a profitable investment, as their value is a fictitious one. Aunt Lucy lives in an alley within another alley, It being a circuitous route, Milly, one of the old woman's daughters Lucy's family is numerous, and universally down on their luck escorts me back to the highway, con versing. "Mother was well brought up," she responds to some words of praise of mine. " De white ladies as raised her treated her well, an' she shows it. Mother can't behave no odder way. De good manners will come out. An' she's dat spry I" " It's a pity that between you all you are not able to make your mother thor oughly comfortable in her old age," I say, slowly. In fact this view of the subject has frequently presented itself to my mind before. " We are all so pore," was Milly's excuse. " An' I has. what's more, such bad fcelin's inside. Sometimes I don't hardly cxpec' to see one day cotch an odder." In truth, now that I took a good look at her, she was little more than skin and bones. " It's de miflcry in my head," sho ex plained. It generally is this particu lar form of misery with colored people, I have found. Poor soull poor souls! weak in body and mind and spirit Milly and euch as the are hardly able to take care of themselves, let a lone each other. I was in a hurry who of us is at all times free from the clutches of this fa miliar fiend of our overcrowded ageP still, something in Milly's expression made me say, " I am sorry you are so badly off. Is jour husband out of workP" " Bless you, madam, he don't do nuflin for me now. I had him goin' on nine years, but he done lef me now. I has nuflin but de chillun, an' nubbudy wants dem dese days." And there was actual y in her tones an apparent regtet that boys and girls had ceased to be val uable as chattels. Under there circumstances I aband oned all hope that Milly might be able to contribute to her mother's necessi ties. I even inscribed her name on m own mental tablets as an " object." 1 parted from her with feelings ol depres sional) themore lively because her owi. inherited cheerfulness had not sue cumbed to the pressure of adverse cir cumstances. She was apparently on good terms with fate, and disposed t make the best ot things. On Isaiah, however, I looked with sterner eyrs. There seemed to be a na tural repulsion between himself and steady work. Odds and ends of work he would occasionally find to do ; but he never secured a month's or even a vPeek's employment. He came and went to my house on errands for his mother, always exasperatingiy s lf-srtisfied and good-natured. Perhaps a little whole some discontent or discomfort would have spurred him to exertion. I em ployed him to cut the grass in our gar den, and he really did it well, with such self-complacency, too, that one felt that grass-cutting was perhaps his congenial srhere. However, work must come to Isaiah ; he would never go to look it up. lie also did little odds and ends of gar dening for mo on this same occasion, conversing politely meanwhile. As, for instance, in making the hay: In de country dey calls dis yar win- nowin . l womea at narvesun onst in Prince George's. Harvestin' is g od fur de nerves It eider increase 'em or de crease 'em. Mine decreased no, I mean ter say dey increased." " Then harvesting didn't agree with youP" un, yes it am. ii suiiea me iusi rate. De nerves increased. I was as hearty as a buck." "You look strong and well now," I state. This occurs to me as a good opening for my favorite text. "Isaiah, 1 wish vou couia contrive to do more for your old mother." I does try, miss," he declares; I docs my best, ' tossing the grass pic turesquely. "I tries hard." L.ucv Had given me to unaerstana mat Isaiah was the rakish and roving mem ber of her family, addicted to singing about the streets at night, never going to church. 1 referred to these lacts In his personal history. Isaiah did not deny them. But he made promises of amendment. I, for my part, presented him with an old coat, on the under standing that he was only t) wear it to church. He had pleaded "lis deficient toilet as an excuse for his neglect of religious observances. Not longer than a week after that our town was startled by a murder com mitted on the street at night.the victim, an overbearing, quarrelsome youth of the white race, wlio yet elicited in his death the sympathies of the whole com munity, so unprovoked and dastardly was the way of his end. His murderers were traced immediately, and identi fied beyond reasonable doubt. Alas, one of those arrested on suspicion was the same Isaiah Isaiah Carroll of whom I have written above t I went to see Aunt Lucy directly, and found her plunged in grief. But she was confident of her boy's innocence. She bewailed the way of life which had had caused him to be identified with the class of men by whom (he murder had doubtless been committed. "I always tell him so." she kept repeating. ' tell him his company wud be de ruin ob him. It war de aingin', miss," she re iterated. "I alius knowed no good wud come ob it." I followed tho evidence carefully. The feeliDg ol the publio was dead against the suspected murderers from the btart. I. who had mv misgivings as to Isaiah. at least was glad that the universal charity of the law gave the wretched prisoners the chance to defend them selves. I was glad to know also that Isaiah would have an able counselor; bnt all that I could hear or read was against him. l he line of defense chosen bv all the prisoners was to prove for themselves an alibi. Observe that no one had seen the murder committed. The fact that the three men accused of the crime had been traced from point to point through the neighborhood, and on the night of the murder, furnished the original grounds of arrest. Isaiah, it was shown by the prosecution, had always been hand in glove with the two other prisoners, Smith and Quinbv. It struck me, on reading the evidence, that It im plicated the others far more conclu sively than Isaiah. But it was shown that he had been standing about the street corners on the morning of the mur der witu tne two others accused ; and it was also shown that for the last six months they had been an inseparable trio. Isaiah had, beyond dispute, been companion of thieves if not worse. In spite of all which I believed he could clear himself. Poor old Aunt Lucy did not see him through the trial. She could only mourn for him and pray ior mm. l oor old iaicv i The day wDen I had ascertained that Isaiah would be questioned. I mvself. against all my previous habits, went down to the court-house. It was quite a pitiful sight when Isaiah, confronted by a badgering lawyer, infinitely more anxious to win his case than that the right should prevail, was placed on the stand. He was attired in his best clothes, and, he stood nervously twirl ing his hat in his hand, as I had seen him do on the occasion of our last meet ing, when I had bethought me to advise him as to his moral and spiritual states. He had evidently been coached by his lawyer, and he was prepared to go through the examination as to his whereabouts on the day of the murder with circumstantial precision. He ac complished his lesson thoroughly. His honest air and heavy, well-meaning ex pression were all in his favor. My spirits revived. He appeared to me to have told a plain, unvarnished tale enough. I did not recognize any of the names or places he mentioned : be did not bVing in those relatives of .his with whom i was acquainted Milly, Lucy but there was an air of heavy, dull verisimilitude over his whole narration. Ihen the cross-examination bemn. Isaiah had accounted for himself on every hour of the day of the tragedy up to ten o cjock at night, the murder hav ing been at seven. He stood hia ground quite well at first, when he was called on to repeat hia statement, but on the redirect examination be suddenly broke down. I can remember having been in such a state of mind myself, when everything around me has all at once become a blank. Isaiah looked around him helplessly. It suddenly came over him that he had been betrayed bv his own carelessness in giving an account to his lawyer ot the day before the murder ! He bad been coached on that. His dull, dependent intellect refused to think and plan for itself on the spur of the moment. He was too bewildered and confused to remember. The prose cuting lawyer taunted him. The prison er's lawyer tried to encourace him. But his only answer was: "1 don t see whar I am, sir; I'a lost myself." mere was a ripple ol unfeeling merri ment through the court-room. Isaiah's previous statement passes for an un mitigated lie. I sit cold and stern. I catch Isaiah's eye and Its look of stolid discomfiture. I believe in him. At the same time and this makes my fears for him all the stronger I be lieve it possible that the testimony of tho other prisoners may have been a tissue oi falsehood. However, there Is nothing more to be done. Isaiah has played thfl part assigned him in this day's programme. I ascertain this, and leave. I went straight to his old mother's. I found her occupied in patching a pair of trousers for one of her grandsons. She was very quiet and down-hearted. I led the conversation gradually to the subject of Isaiah. She put down her work, and wiped away a tear or two. l wud nebber lib troo it 'cent iur one ting," she said. " I feels so cole an' hungry an' mis Table in my heart; an' den, sez I ter myself, ' Dere is a God, dere ia a God,' an' I warms up, an' has enuff an' ter spare. It don't last, ter be sure, an' I has ter preach ter myself ober an' ober agen, but while it las' I feels so full ob de great I Am." W e talked over the trial, lnlact.it had occurred to me that her memory might be called to the assistance of Isaiah s. She checked off the days of the week of the murder, recalling the incidents of each one. Tuesday Isaiah had had a job of hauling to do; Wednes day step by step she recalled the day, just as Isaiah had done for Thursday, up to 10 p. m., as he had described it. Thursday was the day of the murder. lie had made rattier more than usual on Wednesday, and had gone quite early on Thursday on the loaf, which he al- ways constitutionally Denevea ue uaa earned after two days' work. Aunt Lucy took up her patching again at this stage. bhe shook her nead and tier voice tell. The melancholy fact was that Isaiah had returned home early in -the after noon, bo much under the influence of liquor that he had spent the rest of that day, that night and naif the next day on a pallet in the corner of his old mother's room. I saw how it was di rectly. His brain had remained hope lessly bemudclled as to the incidents of that Iburaday, and he had contused them with those of Wednesday. Had any one else seen himP I inquired, hope fullv. remembering the situ ter stream ot custom that, nevertheless, never quite tell off. In fact. Aunt Lucy named three or four persons who had been in and out for need lea and thread while Isaiah lay there. Aa we spoke, one of these very persons happened, in oppor tunely. I stated the position to her, and a e readily recalled ita having been as Lucy related. " l'a been a-studyin' dis myself, miss, I has. Sez I, how kin dis yar Isaiah hab cut dia yar white gemman tre pieces, when he is a-lyin', so ter speak, I drunk in hia ole roudder'a shop all de time? No, car, sez J. Cotch Isaiah Carrol doin' sech a ting as dat! I seen him lyin' dar in dat ar corneiiarter dark, Tursday, myself. Isaiah Carroll, what's more, wudn't hurt a fly. I knowa de boy well. It are altogether different wid dem odder two. Quinby's wife, when she heerd he war arrested, she say herself, 'Dat husban' ob mine allays war a wuthlcss nigger.' But Isaiah bore no sech character." Fortified with what I had heard, I proceeded to communicate with the lawyer who was undertaking to defend Isaiah Carroll. It happened that the name of this gentlemanvas familiar to me. I had seen him orice or twice at croquet parties on our lawn. In re sponse to a message I sent him through my brother, he presented himself at our house. I gathered directly that he was defending Isaiah from a sincere persua sion of his innocence. "It seems he Bad seen me here," Mr. Ordway let fall, "when he was walking around n the garden. I recognized him on this hint as a protege of youra, and I made up my mind to get him off if I could. Now for the facts, if you please." I gave them to him, waxing diffuse, I fear, according to my sex's failing. But he listened thoroughly. As he left, he said, with a little laugh, "Your cham pionship makes me feel that I shouldn't mind being this poor fellow myself." He had odd, resolute, searching eyes, which he fixed on mine as ho spoke. His intent gaze gave me the strange feeling of only having just made hia ac quaintance. That is about all there ia to tell of Isaiah Carroll. Mr. Ordway helped him to prove a clear alibi, although the delinquent had the grace to be sin cerely mortified as to the manner of it. His old mother herselt was put on the stand. She gave her testimony with distinctness, albeit with agitation. The prosecution dealt gently with her, even when she repeated twice that " Isaiah war allays a punctual boy " meaning a boy to be relied upon in the long run. I am proud to say that Isaiah never fell into bad company after this. The two other wretched men, hia fellow prisoners, were convicted of the mur der, and sentenced to death. It was supposed that a third party was impli cated, but the proof of this was never made clear. What a long sigh of relief I drew when this narrow escape of my colored friend was all over! Mr. Ordway per sisted in calling it our case. I was modest about it, however, and remied to divide the credit with him. I will tell as a secret, however, that this was not the last Buit of Mr. Ordway's in which I have taken a warm and per sonal interest. Harper's Bazar. LIGHTMJfU'S FREAKS. queer Doings of the Thunderbolt about the World. Fred Laneley was killed by lightning at Athens, Me., recently. He was six teen years of age. At Fulton. Ontario. Duncan Dawson was killed bv a lightning stroke, and his sister-in-law was fatally injured. A daughter of Daniel Kelly lives, but her mind ia impaired, after a lightning stroke at her home near Spring Lick, Ky., recently. An emnlovee of the Lochiel iron works, Harrisburg, Pa., was struck by lightning, and one side of his body is completely paralyzed. Three men were knocked down, and a horse belonging to Elihu Wells was killed instantly by ligutning at liusti- viile, Ind. Leonard Falk. a farmer ol Fayette county, Iowa, took a horseback ride. A storm coming up, he and his horse were guiea Dy ugutniug. Peter Leonard was instantly killed by lightning at Charles City, Iowa, and P. J. Leonard, of Floyd, in the Bamo State, was killed on the same day. While herding cattle, a boy named Isaacson was killed by lightning at Ro land. Iowa, and at Kozta, Jenerson Simmons was killed during the same storm. Five neoDle were killed and several severely injured by lightning at Garrett City, Ind., in a drug store where they y ' , r 1 ; .1 J bad tagen reiuge uuring a tnunuer storm. Frank Shupert, of Johnson county, Ohio, was instantly killed by lightning while sitting in his home by the win dow. The whole side of his house was torn out. It was twenty feet from where a son of D. H. Owens, of New Era, Tex., took shelter from the storm, that the lightning Shattered a tree, but the boy died from the shock. Mrs. Barnes of Macomb, 111., went to bed for safety during a severe thunder storm. Lightning struck the house and literally tore it to pieces. Although many were standing about Mrs. Barnes' bed she alone was killed. A cyclone struck Tallett'a Prahie, near Paris. Texas, and with it came severe thunder and lightning. William lludesill was instantly killed and two young men were dangerously injured by a tnunderDoit. Lightning rods did not save tho First Methodist Church, of Altoona, Pa., for a thunderbolt doubled them up like reeds, knocked a hole eighteen inches in diameter in the first knee of the bell tower, and broke off one corner of the brick walls of the church. In a negro cabin in Warrenton, Ga., sat a woman with an infant in her arms, and six children on the floor at her feet. Lightning struck tho woman in the right temple, instantly killing her, but doing no injury to the child. The mother, when discovered, sat with the babe quietly folded in her lifeless arms. When lightning entered the home of Mrs. William Young, of Hornellsvillo, N. Y., it was through an open door in which she was sitting. Three succes sive flashes passed over her iiead toward a stove, and rendered her incapable ot muscular astion. The woman suffered repeated cramps, and for three houi-s was not able to stand, FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD, Prosaic Kitchen Rules Poetised. Veal cutlets dipped in egg and bread-crumb, Fry till you see a brownish red oome. Roast pork, pans apple-sauce, past doubt, Is Hamlet with the prince left out. Your mutton chops with paper cover, And make them amber-brown all over. Broil lightly your beefsteak to Iry it Argues contempt for Christian diet. The cook deserves a hearty cuffing, Who serves roast fowls with tasteless stuffing. Egg sauce lew make it right, alas! Is good with blue fish, or with baos. Shad, stuffed and baked, is most delicious; Twould have electrified Apioius. Roasted in paste, a haunch of mutton Might make ascetics play the glutton. Farm and Garden Rotes. An exchange says if hens get into the habit of eating their own eggs the surest remedy ia to cutoff their heads. Cellars thoroughly treated with whitewash made yellow with copperas will not be considered desirable habita tions for rats and mice. A half gill of soft soap and water, one part of soap to twelve of water, poured at the roots of cabbage plants, is recom mended as sure death to white grubs. Potatoes are frequently spoiled by being exposed to the sun too long after digging. They should only be opened to light and air long enough to dry them, and then stored away in as dark a place as possible. The soil for a fodder crop should either be naturally rich or made so by manuring, or it will not pay to prepare it for any of these quick growing grains which have but little time in which to make their growth, and must get to a good eize in order to be profitable. An old gardener says, in the Detroit Tribune, with regard to cultivating onions, that if care ia taken to draw away the earth gradually from the bulb until they are quite uncovered and only the'fibroua roots are in the earth, you will never have scullions, but very large, sound onions. Potash dissolved in water, or lye from wood ashes, is a good wash for the trunks and large limbs of fruit trees. Whitewash should not be used, as it closes the pores of tho bark, which should be kept open in order to insure a healthy tree. Potash or lye answers every pu-pose which whitewash would, with none of its objections. The ox-eye daisy is a very fashionable flower in the city, but a vile pest to the farmer. It is propagated by the seed, and may be destroyed by mowing be fore the seed is formed. Two or three seasons may be required to subdue it, but it is a standing reproach to any farmer to have his fields overrun with this weed. The advantages of spreading manure from the wagon as it is drawn out are a saving of labor, and a mpre even distri bution of the double salts (ammonia, potash, phosphates, etc.) in the soil by rain. It the manure is heaped on the field, and. gets a heavy rain before spreading, the ground under the heaps receives an undue share of the best part of the manure, which not unfrequently renders these spots barren for a season or two. The farmer who always takes particu lar pains to put up his produce in neat attractive packages, and never mixes the second with the first quality, will have to spend but little time to find good men ready to buy all his produets, and pay him a fair price ; but he who mixes three qualities together, and tries to sell them as first quality, will always bo troubled to find buyers, and usually have to sell at low prices. Formerly it was considered best to let grass stand until the seed was full grown, before cutting, but of late years it has become almost the universal cus tom to cut when most of the grass is in full bloom. The advantages claimed for early cutting are : First.bttter hay, which is more readily eaten by cattle second, less injury to the grass roots third, a better chance for a second crop. Iteclpes. Quick Cake. Beat one cupful of powdered sugar and one tablespoonful of butter to a cream, and one well beaten egg, two-thirds of a cupful of sweet milt, with half a teaspoon of soda, one and halt cupfuls of flour, with one teaspoonful of cream tartar. Flavor with lemon. Bake in a brick-shaped loaf. Indian Suet Pudding. One-half pound suet, chopped fine, one cup mo lasses, one pint milk, one egg, meal to make a very thin batter, one teaspoon ground cloves, one teaspoon ground cin namon, one teaspoon salt, a little nut meg, a few currants or chopped raisins. Boil or steam three hours. Sauce. Veal Hash. Take a teacup of boil ing water in a saucepan, stir in an even teaspoon flour wet in a tablespoon cold water, and let it boil five minutes ; add one-half teaspoon black pepper, aa much salt, and two tablespoons butter, and let it keen hot. but not boil. Chop the veal fine, and mix with it half as much stale bread crumbs. Put it it in a pan and pour the gravy on it, then let it simmer ten minutes. Serve this on buttered toast. Roll Jei.lv Cake. Sift two tea spoonfuls of cream of tartar with two cups of flour (measured after sifting.) Dissolve one teaspoon of soda in three tablesDoons of hot water. lieat six eggs, whites and yolks separately. Add two cups of sugar to (tho yolks, put in half the flour, then the soda, the Dai ance of the flour and the whites of the eggs. Bake in a thin, even sheet in a large dripping-pan; when done turn on to a molding board, spread with jelly and roll up without delay. Wrap a napkin alout the roll to keep it in shape, Concerning Spiders. The natural historian of the London Telegravh, who writes many entertain ing articles on beasts, birds, and fishes, discourses as follows on spiders: A " mouse-eating " spider, which has re cently been added to the Zoological society's collection, can only be justified in existing if we consider it to be a supreme effort by nature in the direc tion of the hideous. It can stretch itself out to several inches, is aa black aa a bear and as hairy, and auigly as a nightmare. Nature constantly makes these efforts to teach us bow horrible she can be when she likes; but she slips ber horrors at us only one by one, and at long intervals, so that the general im pression of her tenderness and grace may not be too roughly shocked. Her miracles of beauty are well known, for she places them conspicuously in the front, scattering butterflies lavishly all over the world, giving her painted favorites, the birds, wings to carry them into the notice of men, and, gen erally, making her prettiest creatures the commonest. She can, however, work miracles in ugliness also; but these she hides away from sight, so that men may come upon them as a sur prise, ana thus gradually learn to appre ciate the full extent of her powers. While the horse adda a beauty to every road and pasture of the world, the hip popotamus conceals its monstrosity in swamps and river rushes far trom hu man haunts. Birds ot delightful song and dainty plumage brighten every gar den and grove; but the hairy apteryx creeps about at night in New Zealand wastes, and the dodo, a practical joko rather than a bird, never waddled be yond the limits of a single island. The harmless and pretty grass snake and green iizards are common all over Eu rope ; but the loathesome cerastes is con cealed in Nubian deserts, and the iguana hides itself in the leafy wilderness of the Brazils. In clear, common water we find the shapely trout and handsome perch ; but on ly in the slime of the ocean bed lies the sea devil. Thus, all through nature beasts, birds, reptiles and fishes we find the ugly things made a secret of and the pretty ones displayed; but in insects nature, to work to the same kind end. uses another means, for she makes all of the common kinds so small that their hideousness is not apparent, and, where size is necessary, puts them out of sight, either under desert sands or tropical undergrowth, or at the bot tom ot ponds and running steams. It is fortunate that she does sd, for, taking the spiders alone, if they were of large size, they would mock the majesty of man's high birth, despise his bulwarks and unpeople earth. What conceivable system of de fenses, for instance, could avail hu manity against a creation of spiders as big as sheep P They would float across sea in the diving-bells which they know how to make bo well, and swing them selves across rivers as they now do across garden paths. Leaping miles at each jump, they could in a night, traverse incredible distances, and wak ing in the morning a whole village might find itself inextricably woven up in a fog ot web, every door, gate, and chimney enveloped in a suffocating cob web of glutinous ropes, while the grim twilight was made terrible by the stealthy motions of a multitude of blood-thirsty spiders. The monsters would pounce upon the human beings one by one, swathe them in murderous meshes, and sling them up to their tun nel roofs like naughty boys in a row ia an ogre's larder. We need not follow the fancy further, for it is evident from even this hint of dreadful possibilities what might be imagined if sliders were as big as ttheep, and still remained spiders in character and iiabits. Yet even if they changed their temper with , their bulk, and when they became as big also as harmless as sheep, their presence would be almost too horrible to be borne. Their existence would argue the presence among us of such flics a3 we should have to attack with shotguns, and grasshoppers which we should course with grayhounds. Our livers would swarm with dragon flies that would buffet boats' crews with the wings of swans, our trees be munched up like lettuces by anaconda caterpillars, and wood lice go about in the bigness of tortoisos. Existence under such circumstances would be intolerable, and tho necessity of spiders to keep down the insect packs and herds that would otherwise tramplo and jostle us out of Great Britain would only increase the horrors of our condi tion. Tho mouse-eating spider in Regent's park has fortunately bocn in vited to come among us only as a guest, and not by any means to naturalize him self here, for his appearance and habits are abundantly sufficient to make us prefer his continuing to remain in the Brazils. He is, it seems, "at home " in Bahia, and there disports himself by jumping upon the backs of mice and little birds, in imitation of his compan ion, the jaguar, sucking out all their blood and then playing with their empty skins. As a substitution for the common or domestic cat, which, in these days of cats' meat men and care less cooks has considerably lost its ap petite for mice, and thinks it too much trouble to catch sparrows, the great spider might, perhaps, be usefully ac climatized. But what household would submit with any complacency to the domestication of such a creatureP As it is, chairs prove hardly high enough when the average British spider, which can sit on a three-penny bit, and is afraid oi an able-bodied blue-bottle, comes near a petticoat; and, if they were any bigger, we should have to keep ladders in every room for the ladies of the household, to escape to the roof. The ordinary housemaid, who " never could abide spiders." would go about her occupation with a drawn sword, and scullery-maids plead for the last consolations oi religion before en tering the cellars. No one was injured when the First M. E. Chu'ch, of Greensburg, Ind , was struck by lightning, but the frescoing was ruined..
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