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TIONESTA, PA., SEPT, 8, 1880. $1.50 Per Annum. 1l A&sM Xjie Battle or Lire, Go loi tH to the battle of lilo, my boy, 00 while It is oallqd to-ilay, For the yours go out and the yours come in Hogardloss ot those who may loose or win, 01 those who may work or play. And the tro.ip) rrmroh stealily on, my bay, To tho army gono boloro; ,You may hoar the sound ol their lulling feet Going down to tho river, whore two worlds moot; They go to return no more . Thoro is a plnoe for you in tho ranks, my boy, Anil duty, too, assigned; "1BP 'Ptc l'10 'font with a ohcerful face, 3o quick or another may take your place And you may bo loft behind. Thore is work to be dono by tho way, my boy, That you never can tread again; Work for the loltiest, lowliest men Work for the plow, plane, spindle and pon Work lor the ImnDs and tho brain. The serpo.it will follow yonr steps, my boy, To lay for your feot a snare; And pleasure sits in her fairy bowers, With garlands of poppies and lotus flowers n wreathing her goldon httir. Temptations will walk by the way, my boy, Temptations without and within: And spirits ol evil, with robes as lair As those which the angels in heavon might wear Will In ro yoa to deadly sin. Then put on the armor ol God, my boy, In tb.o beautiful days ot youth; l'ut on tho huliuet and breast-plate and shiold . And the sword that tho fullest arm may wield In the CAiise ol right and truth. And go the batllo ol lilo, my boy, With the poaco of the gospel shod, And boloro high hoavon do tho bust you tan For the groat reward and the good ot man, . , For the kingdon and crown ol God. AGAINST HER WILL. "Oh, mother! mother!" said Adelaide Fairfax; and such a wailing, wo fill . moan would havo penetrated any heart Due a nyart ni stone; but it mado no impression upon tho one it was intended to melt. "Adelaide, you disgust mo, you make ju Hsharned of you," said her mother. vnai more oo you wantr Utj is rich." . .' "Yes,"' said Adelaide; "but-" "He ia a favorite." interiupted her mother. He Is courted by the first families in the neighborhood. He could marry the richest girl in our cir cle '. "Oh, if he only would!" said Ade laide: "if he only would!" "Silence, girl !" exclaimed her mother. "There is neither shame nor spirit in your pretended aversion to one of the noblest men ever created. - Oh, you may snuaaeri jNeitner your tears nor pray en will move me in the least. Do you think I am blind P Do you think I do not know the very secret reason why you so oppose my dearest wish? Do , you think your stolen vis.ta to the old atone house have not been traced? , Shameless girl! It is my duty to see J you well. settled in life before you a-o quitp tost to Honor ana decency." "Ho, no, no, mother, you ctnnot say . that," returned Adelaide; "or if vou ' can, you shall not! Iam your child your only child. Up to this time have I ever iailed in duty to your Have I not given you all the reverence, all the obedience, all the affection a child could . , bestow upon a parent? I tell you, mother, this is a case of life and death for sin is death death to the heart, that. reckless and tortured, leaps blindly into . I. , r ; .1 tue i-uasm oi crime. . . " Have you done?" said her mother. " Let me speak while the spell is on me," replied: Adelaide. " lou know I love William Becket; you knew it years ago. You encouraged it, you gave it your sanction, you used all your woman's arts to aid in its progress and why? Then he was rolling in wealth, was courted, feted, petted as Grantly Thornby is now. His father speculated wildly, failed, and in his ruin involved tne ruin ot nis only son. Still you . played your cards cautiously and well. Vou pitied him, you pitied me; you trusted matteis were not so desperate, after rfll ; but you took good care to re move me far away from his influence. Winking tuat in separating us person ally you could separate our hearts. It was not possible they had grown into " one. Parted they might be, but not divided in thought, act or deed." "You romantic simpleton!" ex claimed her mother. " Don't dare de liver any more of this ridiculous twad dle in my presence! So surely as the sun riies. bo surely shall yoa be the wife ' ol lirantiy 1 Hornby !" " Then on your head be the sin, if sin should come! On your head be the Bt ra, and strife, and darkness, which I see looming the far distant future! On your head, then.be the crime of a broken heart, a hopeless life! 1 warn " you .ih, I warn you, mother! If I have not your hardness of heart, I have N a portion of your determination; and never shall Grantly Thornby mold me to his detectable liking. 1 will be his wife beciuse I cannot help myself; but the hand that blights my life shall not blight my love; so tell my husband that is to be." Pale and exhausted, Adelaide Fairfax sank down on the sofa, from which but a moment before she had risen in her indignant scorn Her mother, a coarse-looking woman, dressed in the extreme of vulgar, costly tasle, and loaded with jewelry, sat op posite her,"her eyes t uny blazing with wrath and scorn. To be defied by her own child, the child who until that day bad been all meekness, ail obedience! A bombshell enteiing th apartment and exploding at her feet could not have startled her more. However, she had gained one triumph Adelnide had consented to become the wife of Grantly Thornby. Wild as Adelaide had spoken, she had no lear lor the future. She knew the inate purity of her daugh ter's heart, and even had she doubted that, the will and strength of Grantly Thornby was sufficient to protect his own and his wife's honor. The mother had scarcelvleft the room by one door, when another was opened ving aumuuince to a secona party, was in the person of a singularly handsome man, tall, stalwart in frame, with eyes large, burning and penetrat ing. The face was in keeping with the form, the features regular and well de nned, tne lorcheud broad and massive, the mouth ay, there lay the reading of that strong man's na'ure it seemed to say as plainly as words could have done, "my will is law." And so it was. Scarcely, in all his life, had he failed in accomDlisbing anv object that seemed to his erratic nature worth pursuit. And should he fan now, when tho prize to be obtained was only a simple, stubborn girl? Not he. it .was not so much for the aflection he bore her. vet even there he had con ceived a passion which he found it im possible to subdue; but she hud dehed him, mocked at him, laughed him to scorn. His blood was on fire to revenge the insult. She should love him vet. Only let him secure her to himself, only let ner become his wife, awav from the influence ol her unfeeling mother, de pendent upon him for society, affection nnd all the little attentions women so yearn for and need, and he defied fate itself to thwart him in his triumph. Adelaide, lost in sorrowful thou ght. did not hoar the opening of the door, nor was sue aware ot nis presence until a hand was laid lightly on her shoulder. one tooKca up bewildered, ana tor a moment a shriek was nearly bursting UUI JIC1 lljJO UUb DUU TV A3 Ik U1CVC il I. and returned his gaze with one almost as vivid and burning, until he found voice to speak. Strangely agitated was that strong, determined, fearless man of tne world, lie sat down by her Bide, taking her resistless hand in his own. " You have consented P" he at length asked. iou will be my wife?" "Consented yes? Bo. your wife yes!" Hard and cold indeed was the voice which uttered these few Benten tious words. "And you will try to love meP" he asked. " 1 cannot oh, I cannot," she re plied ; " you know it is impossible. Oh, why do you insist upon this dreadful union P What can I ever be to you, I who love another P" Ho bit his lip, but did not interrupt! her. "Could any power bind my thoughts? Would they uot follow him forever in his lonely pilgrimage? Are they not part and parcel of his existence P Think what it would be to live year alter year, lor death does not come at one's bidding, the companion of one whose heart, soul and existence was wrapped in that of anotner." "Stay, stay. Adelaide!" ho cried. grasping both her hands. " Have mercy, if not on me, at least on your self. Think what you are doing. You are scorning a love which, though mine. is pure as ever woman won a love I never knew 1 possessed until your beauty hrst dazzled my senses. I have been u reckless man well, perhaps, a bad man but you can mold me to your will; you can lorm a nature which is not all depraved into something worthy oi woman s nana." " And yet I cannot love you," Bhe re plied. "There is no personal sacrifice I would not make lor your sake," said ne. " mere is no deed ol daring would cot accomplish, if such deed womld, give you a moment's happiness l would toil mgbt and day lor your sake, if need be: watch over your com fort with the eye of a fond husband and a jealous lover. I would love you as woman never was loved ; I would cher ish you as never before woman was cherished. Oh, Adelaide, think what it is to cast away such a strength of affection as I offer you !" Grantly Thornby's face was or an ashen paleness; great drops of agony stood upon his brow, and bis Up trem bled with the intensity of his emotion. "Is there no hope?" he asked at length, finding Adelaide disinclined to continue the conversation. " None, alas, none!" she replied. Thornby passed his hand over his brow once or twice, as if trying to con trol some wild thought. " Enough. enough," said he. "No kindness will win, no "devotion move you You will be my wile, no earthly power can prevent that. You will hear no more of a love which has been met with scorn. If you think it degrading to be loved by me, I cannot help it 1 would not help it if I could. I have told you I never loved woman before; my life has been too busy, my thoughts too much aborbed in the pursuit ot happf ness ; but it is past ; be at ease, for it is the last time I ever intrude my unwel come, my mad passion ol love upon vour notice." He wrung her hand, and would have left the room, but Adelaide detained him. " You say truly," said she; "no earthly power can prevent my being your wile. I know my duty. You will trust to my honor, you will feel that however my mind may be filled with another's "image, my life wiil be Dure and sacred to vou as if the union of our hands had been as well a union of our hearts. You will rememher this?" He pressed her hands and turned quickly away. Adelaide caught one glance of his face as he left the room, and saw what she never thought to have seen the glittering of tears in his eyes not U3ed to melting softness. Her heart pained her for having caused even a moment's suffering. " How mortified he must have been," she thought, "to hav: been so decidedly rejected." H it how could she help it? She had looked lor no such tender, passionate appeal to ber feelings; hitherto his vrooings hod ben in bitter, burning words words speaking more of a de sire to triumph over her will than her affection. She was beginning to pity him, and pity leads onward to love. Had he been no suitor for her hand she would long ago have admired him. His indomitable power of character, his rock-like determination, his stn ng, un conquerable will, were merits wnicn under other circumstances could not have failod in striking her woman's ey?- ... . ... Women like strengtn in a man lar more thau beauty it appeals to their dependence; add no greater contiast could possibly be made than existed be tween tue persons oi urantiy inornoy and William Becket. The first, muscu lar in person, some would say almost to roughness; but that could never be. Mr. Thornby was a gentleman, ana what would have seemed heavy and uuweilding in some, sat upon him with a glance which only a well-bred man ol the world could acquire. The other, effeminate to the last degree pretty, soft, womanly features; soft, white, lady hand, tender blue eyes; light hair, lying in littl ? rings around a forehead which looked as if the sun had never shone upon it ; a delicate, slender frame, tapering off with a foot tnat Cinderella picture of William Becket. Adelaide was thinking of it now, and contrasting it with the sturdy form, the bold features, the large piercing eyes of Grantly Thornby. She was thinking.too, she wished William had a little more manliness about him at least enough to make some exertion for a livelihood. She looked very pretty sitting upon the sofa, in deep thought, her fair hair tailing in waves over her snouiaers. her dimpled chin resting in her small white palm, her eyes full of gentle, ten der light, awakened there by her woman's pity for an unloved man. Sweet Adelaide! her thoughts were taking a strangely foreign shape, when the entrance of her motuer arousea all the antagonism of her nature, and sent her pleasant images flying to the four winds ot heaven. "Well!" said that amiable lady. looking steadily at Adelaide. " i ou have succceaca. saia Aaeiaiao ; I have given my word, and now let me have peace. I've no more to do with it. Make whatever arrangements you please, let the sacrifice be complete, only give me peace." The mother turnea to reply, out Adelaide had left the room. It was now in the middle of July, and itwas settled that they were to be married in the coming October, tnat golden month of the year. Adelaide experi enced no regret, nor in fact seemed to take the smallest interest in the pro gress of affairs. Mr. Thornby was con stant in his visits, but no common ac quaintance could have been more re served or resDectful. No word of love ever passed his lips, no pressure of hand aenoteu uis viaim -upou umu iimo uiu perty, yet even Adelaide could not help noticing that his ice in growing graver was also growing paler; still her rature revolted against the enor mity of forcing her into a marriage re pugnant to her ieelings. Had he been in love with any one else, no hand would have been sooner outstretched in sym pathy and condolence. As it was, she Ditied him. and really began to exert herself to banish something of the gloom which surrounded his life. "It wasn't his fault, " she would think, "alter all; he couldn't help it, poor fel low, and as I am to be ais wite, i may as well try to be agreeable ." From that day the scene changed at the dwelling of Mrs. Fairfax. It was an old rambling country mansion in which they resided, and Mr. Tnornby's estate joined their?. Flowers grew all about in the greatest profusion, and there was a large sheet of water just uDon the verge ol the wood where the lazv water lilies lav with their white leaves all the long summer. To this spot Adelaide and Mr. Thornby made a daily pilgrimage. Adelaide was aston ished that she nad never before discov ered what an amiable companion her be trothed was; she rather liked leaning upon his arm and looking up into his brilliant eyes while he explained to her. some ol the wonders ol nature spread before them. He spoke too, of trav els made in foreign lands; of famous cities and monuments of the past; ol the wonders of architecture, of art, of paintings and statues which she only knew from prints, but which she had not seen themselves.'and which in his descriptions rose in her imagination far higher than the power of the graver's art could make them. He pictured to her Venice with iU silent streets and funeral-like gondolas, its glorious palaces- and churches, its Bridge of Sighs, its secret crimes and .jealousies He spoke too of Home and what itwas, of its walls and ruins, of its monuments and churches ; of Milan and of i lorence, of the golden Arno and orange groves of the treasures of literature and art within the walls of the Pitti palace. Adelaide was sensible enough when the romance she had gathered irom books was not too powerful for her. She began to compare the glowing, fascinating descriptions which lie knew so well how to relate, with the silly, whining sentimentality or her iormer lover, and for that matter lover still, for she would have flushed with indigna tion had any one suggested the idea of her having turnea truant to ucr nrst love. She never dreamed of such an atrocity. She liked Mr. Thornby be cause he was so kind to her, bo careful over her, so consiaerats tor ner com fort, but never, no never could her heart wander from its allegiance to its first love. And she was sincere in this belief. She went, indeed, so far that once when she met William Becket, she told him that bad he been a man ot mind sufficient to bear up under the misfortunes which oppressed him, had he risen up under adversity and carved his way in the world as other men had done. Bhe would have left all. in deli ance of restraint, and shared his fortune whether for good or bad. But it would be rushing in the face ot Providence to saddle a man with a wift and the re sponsibilities of a family when he had not sufficient energy to support himself; to all of which he only whined like a child, andiccused her of turning against him because he was poor. October was fast approaching. The orchards were golden with their lus cious fruit; the forest trees were all tinted with autumn brown, while over all wa that dreamy, hazy, delicious air which seems redolent with general joy of the season. You would scarcely have known Adelaide again, so wondrously had she changed. The gladness of her heart seemed to have come out upon her face, making it radiant with beauty and bloom. No longer did she sit passively looking on upon the progressing of bridal appointments. Her betrothed was large hearted as he was large-brained. He insisted upon furnishing -the trousseau, and made a trip to town for that pur pose. Be sure tnere was notning ior- gotten tbat could please tne eye or gratify the taste. How long to Ade- v 'j. i .l- j f u: nu.MnA She would not have believed she could have missed him so much. Did she love himP Oh, never; yet she was not sorry to have him love her. To be sure he had not spoken upon the subject since that fatal morning on which she was so incensed with the persecution of her mother. She almost wished he would. that she might take back some of those cruel words, and tell htm how much she liked him, and how diuerent she bad found him to what people described him. She was sorry she could not love him as a wife should love a husband, but perhaps the time would come when her mind would cnange. At present sue must .be true to William, from whom she was parted forever, and whose woe begone face would haunt her while sho lived. Yet spite of these sentimental thoughts she was auite anzrv with her self that she could not teel more real - . . ' r sympathy for her broken-hearted lover At lengtn Mr. rnornby arrived, Ade laide meeting mm at tne crossroads, where she kucw he would take a short cut across the farm .One single grain of encouragement from him and she would have flung herself into his arms ; but he merely took her hand, placed it under his arm, ana proceeded leisurely to the house. Adelaide was chilled by this singular coolness : she was prepared to give him so kind a reception, and had even taken the pains to walk nail a mile for the pleasure of seeing him a few moments sooner. It was not kind of him, to say the least. Then oame over her with a great crash, "Suppose he does not love meP" Such a possibility had never before occurred to her, What, after all those protestations, to overcome it at last! The blood seemed to stagnate in her veins ; she could not move if her life depended upon it. Mr. Thornby felt the sudden trembling of her hand and paused in his walk to learn the cause. Adelaide was pale and trembling, but itwas only tor a moment; sne laugh ingly assured him it was customary with ber, tne result ot latigue. The bridal array had arrived before ttiem, ana was already spread out upon solas, cnairs and tables. It was aspltn did trousseau. Robes of such beautiful fabric that it seemed dangerous to touch them lay in juxtaposition with laces which an empress might envy. Jewels gleamed irom their crimson cases like stars, while lying upon the bridal veil, itself not more pure, was a coronet of pearls of the rarest quality. Ah, Mr. Thornby had shown his taste as well as bis liberality. After allowing Mrs Fairf.ix due time to admire them he ex plained to her that he wished for i moment to speak apart with Adelaide. " My poor girl," said he, when they were alone, "did you tmnk I would take the advantage of circumstances to wed an unloving wile r Via you tuink I was monster enough to drag you to the altar, and force you to take upon your pure lips an unuoiy vowr" Adelaide loosed up into his face be wildered, but she did not reply. "1 confess," he continued, "there was a time when my mad passion and your obstinacy almost turned my brcm when my heart grew dark, and I lelt capable of almost any wickedness to secure to myself my priceless treasure my peerless Adeiaine. mat time has passed. I have seen you trying hard to conquer that feeling against me, trying to like me and amuse me, and make some amends for what you knew I mint be sunenng. I determined you should have your reward. It was hard to give you up, tor, as 1 told you then, I loved you as never betore man loved woman but your sweetness and patience have triumphed. There is your bridal para phernalia, here the deed of an estate settled upon yourself and children, and now I resign you to your younger and earlier lover, and may he make you as happy as I would have tried to do." " Resign not your wife marry William Becket! Oh, you cannot mean it, you would not be so cruel!' ex claimed Adelaide, who had sprung up impatient ol all restraint, and thrown herseit at his feet. The eyes of Mr. Thornby burned with a triumchant fire, but he merely clasned her two hands, looking down into tier irigiitened face. "I will not leave you!" she cried " you shall not cast me oil. 1 do love you; I never knew how much till now 1 am not ashamed to own it. 1 am proud ot it. I am ashamed of that childish folly which passed for love As you love me, so I love you, with all the strength, power and force of my being. I will bo your wife, nnd so being will devote the rest ot my lire to your happiness." Mr. Thornby waited to hear no more, but. taking her in his arms, folded her to his breast, which was ever after to be her home. Another week and they were married, tond Adelaide says it may be that men have second loves, but she is very sure women never love but once. So niush for her romance. The last piece of rustic encountered is that of the iu;in who being aked what ailed his eye, answered : "Nothin'; I shut it coa I can see well enough with one. Sometime I shut oue, sometimes t'other." THE MYSTERY OF FIRES. Some Hemnrkfcble Cases of Hpontansons Combustion. A remarkable article Irom the pen of Professor Weissman appears in the latest issue of Siebold & Kolliker's Zeitschrift." published in Leipsic. lne savant deals with the interesting topic of spontaneous combustion, and sug gests a theory to account for the de structive and extensive forest fires that almost yearly work such havoc with the sylvan forests of America. Professor Weissman is of the opinion that some c"ewdrops clinging to the leaf of a tree or plant, acts as a double convex lens, and brings the sun s rays to a locus cn some dry, inflammable substance, which must be at the exact distance irom tne dewdrop lens as to correspond with its sphere of curvature. Many a hundred fires every year re mained unexplained, even after the most painstaking and exhaustive investiga tion. " Among all the wonderful phe nomena which chemistry presents to us," writes Professor Weissman, "tnere are few more remarkable than those of the spontaneous combustion of bodies, ani mate and inanimate, which emit flames, and are sometimes entirely consumed by internal fire." Among thesubstances subject to spontaneous combustion pul verized charcoal is one oi tne most remarkable. " A load of charcoal was delivered in an outhouse of a clergy man in Leipsic, and showed no signs of taking nre till tne aoor oy accident was left onen. when the wind blew sprinklings of enow on the charcoal. Thn ranirl ahsorntion of oxvsren irom the me'ting snow caused the charcoal to iarnite. and as the day was windy the whole ranee of buildings were burned to ashes." In this connection, a fruitful and unsuspected source of nre suggests itself to those of our American house keepers who burn wood as fuel and who . . . . i m store tne asnes in ooxes or Darreis. juie accidental disturbing ol such ashes, even after years, will cause them to iirnite. nrovlded the air is damp or foggy. The pho3phuret of potash from decayed wood renders wood asnes nigniy muarn mable, and mysterious cellar fires in the rural districts are, no doubt, in some cases caused by this extraordinary form ot spontaneous combustion. Proiessor Weissman himself had the unfortunate experience of being burned out of bouse and home on a wild winter night some three years since, and he has since auigentiy conectea iacts aoout spontaneous combustion. It appears that be hal been having his house painted, and one night the painters, as their manner is, leit tneir wonting nnnts. their Dots and their brushes on the asphaltum floor of the cellar. They had previously, witu a nuncn oi rags, removed from their hands, with spirits of turpentime, the paint with which they were soiled. The ball of rags took ure, the pants ana paint pots loiiowea suit, and tne house was burnea to tue ground. In the carriage factory ol Messrs Eaton & Gilbert. Troy. N. Y., a drop of linseed oil fell into an open paper of lampblack, set it on fare and came with in an ace of burning down the whole ereat factory. In several instances oilcloth in large rolls has taken hre in damp, muggy weather. An instance of this also oc curs in American fire experience. A planter in Virginia sent his servant to Fredericksburg for a roll of oilcloth It was a warm day and the wagon was ODen. During the lourney home it be gan to rain, and the roll of oilcloth took fire on the road. Another instance ot the kind is supplied by Philadelphia during the war. An oraer irom tue war department in Washington for knapsacks for a regiment was filled in the city of brotherly love. The sacks were all finished and collected, and counted over and lelt in a pile in the paint shop, about ten o clock on aatur dav night, so as to be sent to Washing ton bv cars early on Monday morning, On entering the paint shop before day light on Monday morning no knapsacks were to be found. In their place was nothing but a heap ot smoldering ashes I Newly pressed hay frequently ignites, as do also oitmeal and cornmeal ii barrels. During the famine in Ireland in 1817-48 a vessel was dispatched frooi New York with a cargo of cornmeal for the relief of the sufferers. In discharg ing the bags from the vessel the last three were found to be on fire. The American Journal of Science gives a remarkable instance of the spontane ous combustion of wood. A Mr. Adam Ueigart. two years previous to the oc currence, received a piece of wood, sup posed to be cedar, detached from a large piece dug up thirty-nine feet below the surface, near Lancaster, Pa. The piece weighed a few ounces, and it was broken in two and laid up on a wnite pine suei in Mr. Ueigart's counting-room. About four davs before the discovery of the tire he had occasion to wipe the dust irom the shelf and from the piece of cedar with a wet cloth. Three days afterward it was discovered that the piece of wood bad ignited, and com bustion was proceeding so rapidly that in a few minutes the shelf would have been on fire. Probably another prolific source of our forest fires is to be sought in the liability of decayed wood, not only to spontaneous combustion, but irom the direct rays of the sun. At Winchester, Conn., some years since, some work men, about a i. M., on August 5, dis covered smoke arising from a barren upland. The sun was excessively hot at the time. When they went to seek tiie origin of the Binokc, they found that tho remains of an old decayed hemlock log had bui at into a blaze and was burn ing fiercely. I'rofessor Weissman relates several well-authenticated cases in which bul bous vessels, hyacinth glasses, wine de canters on shelves, by receiving the direct rays of the sun from an open window, have caused serious conflagra tions. Jn the township of Boscawen, Merrimac county, N. 11., it is related a bhelf was set hre in a hotel by means of a pear-shaped dweanter containing gin. Any other transparent liquid would be, of course, equally dangerous if exposed to the sun. "That animal bodies arc liable to epont.anpous combustion," says Proies sor Weissman, "is a fact which was well known to the ancients. Many cases have been adduced as examples, which were no doubt merely cases of indi viduals who were hiarhly susceptible to strong electrical exciiation." A certain gentlemen, known to the professor, on a cold, Keen, winter night, retired to his chiliy sleeplng-room. He bad worn silk stockings over woolen ones during the dav. On undressing for bed, as ue drew off his silk stockings, he heard a sharp, crackling noise, but paid no special atreutiuu iaj il. iu tue uiuiuiug, in looking for his silk stockings, he found them consumed to ashes, with out setting fire to the chair on which they were laid. Still more wonderful and awful is the assurance that the wife ol Doctor Treilas, physician to the late archbishop of loledo, bpam, emittea inflammable perspiration of such a na ture that when the ribbon she wore was taken from ter and exposed to the cold air it instantly took hre, and flashed with sparks of fire like a lively " Ro man candle." And rroiessor iiai- meister, in the " Berlin Transactions," 1870. records a case ot tne same nature respecting a peasant, whose linen took fare wbetfaer it was laid up in a dox when wet, or hung np in the open air. A case of this kind recently occurred at the ahattoir in Jersey City. During a spell of hot weather one of the workmen .f r' t . 1 1 1 1 lurew on nis Diue linen oiouse, siuoaing with perspiration. It was hung up in the icehouse. In a few minutes it burst into a corruscation of sparks and lit erally consumed itself. One of tne most remarKaoio cases oi spontaneous combustion on record is that ol the Countess Cornelia Zangari and Bandi, ol Cesena, Italy. This lady, who was in the sixty-second year ot ner . m a !.. II 1 I- age, retirea to Dea in ner usuai ueaau. Here she spent about three hours in familiar conversation with her maid, and in saying her prayers, and, having at last fallen asleep, the door of her chamber was shut. As her maid was not summoned at the usual hour, she went into the bedroom to wake her mistress, but receiving no answer she opened the window and saw her corpse on the floor in the most dreadful condi tion. At the distance of four feet from the bed there was a heap of ashes ; part of the body was hall burnt, the stock ings remaining uninjured; most ot the body was reduced to ashes. The air in the room was charged with floating soot (animal carbon). The bed was not in jured. From an examination ot all the circumstances of the case, it has been generally supposed that an internal combustion had taken place; that the lady had risen from her bed to cool herself, and that on the way to open the window, the combustion had over powered her and consumed her body by a process in which no flame was pro duced which could igaite the furniture on the floor. Santa Fe. I used to think Fernandina was the sleepiest place in the world, but that was before I had seen Santa Fe. The drowsy old town, lying in a sandy val ley inclosed on three sides by mountain walls, is built of adobes laid in one story houses, and resembles an exten sive brick-yard, with scattered sun burnt kilns ready for the tir j. The ap proach in midwinter, when snow, deep on the mountains, rests in ragged patches on the red soil of New Mex ico, is to the ,la8t degree disheartening to the traveler entering narrow streets which appear mere lanes. Yet, dirty and unkept, it has the charm of foreign flavor, and like San Antonio, retains some portion of the grace which long lingers about, if indeed it ever forsakes, the spot where Spain has held rule for centuries, and the soft syllable of the Spanish tongue are yet heard. It was a primeval stronghold before the Spanish conquest, and a town of some importance to the white raco when Pennsylvania wan a wilderness and the first Dutch governor was slowly drilling the Knickerbocker ancestry in the difficult evolution of marching around the town pump. Once the capi tal and center of the Pueblo kingdom, it is rich in historic interest, and tho archives ot the territory, kept or rather neglected, in the leaky old Palacio del Gobernador, where I write, hold treasures well worth the peeking ot student and antiquary. The building itself has a history full of pathos and stirring interest as the ancient fort of St. Augustine, and is older than that venerable pile. It had been the palace of the Pueblos immemorially before the holy name Santa, Fe was given in honor of the Spanish, conqueror; palace of the Mexicans after they broke away from the crown ; and palace ever since its occupation by El Gringo. In the stormy scenes ot the seventeenth cen tury it withstood several sieges; repeat edly lost and won, as the white man or the red held the victory. Who shall say how many and how dark the crimes hidden within these dreary earthen walls? Atlantic Monthly. An American arrived one day at a fiiitle hotel in a French provincial town. Tired and dusty witli travel, he de manded a room and plenty of water to wash with. "Water! We have not a drop," said the landlord. Muttering ex pressions of dissatisfaction lie reached his room and immediately called, " Fire ! lire! ! tire! ! !" A dozen servants rushed upstairs and into his room, bearing in their hands vessels of all sorts filled with water with which to extinguish the flames. " Ah," said the guest, turn ing composedly upon them, "you may leave the water. Thank you; that is all." The wages that sin bargain for with the sinner are life, pleasure and profit; but the wages it pays him aiv death, torment and destruction. To understand the falsehood and deceit of sin we must compare it promises and payment to-gttuer.
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