- r X i': IIP I jr . IF i: I If R F. SCHWEIER, , ' THB CONSTITUTION TH1 UNION AUD THB ENFORCEMENT OF THB LAWS. Editor and Proprlaton. VOL. XXXI. MEFFLIXTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11, 1877. XO. 15. STRENGTH FOR TO-DAY. Strength for to-day is all that we need. As there never will be a to-morrow ; For to-morrow will prove but another to-day With its measure of Joy and aorrow. Then wh y forecast the trials of life . With such cad and grave peisistenoe, Aud watch and wait for a crowd of ills That as jet has no existence ? Strength for to-day what a precious boon For the earnest souls that labor. For the willing bands that minister To the needy friend or neighbor. Strength for to-day that the weary hearts In the battle of right quail not ; And the eyes bedimmed with bitter tsars In their search for liht may fail not Strength for to-day on the downhill traek. For the travelers near the valley. Ttat up, far np on the other aide. Ere long they may safely rally. Strength for to-day that onr precious youth May happily shun temptation. And tnild from the rise to the set of sun On a strong and sure foundation. Strength for to-day in the house and Lome To practice forbearance sweetlj To scatter kind words and loving deeds. Still treating in God completely. Strength for to-day is all that ws need. As there never will be a to-morrow ; For to-morrow will prove but another day, . With its measure of joy and sorrow. Wyra Wilbur's Mistake- Gilbert Got h&ui. at the aze of ten wag left orphaned and destitute, and was taken into the tender care of hU loving grandfather, and his Aunt Jane a venerable spinster, whose severity was a most wholesome restraint upon his grandfather's extreme indulgence Old Mr. Gorham being a man of enornv ona wealth, his grandson and heir was the most favored of boys and youths, every whim of boyish and youtnim fancy being granted as soon as ex ires?ed. And so. when Gilbert had attained the. age of twenty-one, and blushlugly announced his undying love for Miss Mn-a Wilbur, the belle of many water Ing-places and seasons, and some five years his senior, his graudiatiier oniy nodded and said : "Suit yourself, my boy, suit your self." So a magnificent diamond was slipped ou Myra'e finger, and Gilbert entered intn a fool' naradise blind to the fact that he was the dupe of an accomplished coquette, whose whole hard nature was incapable of the tithe or the love laid ut her feet- For, being sensitive, poetical and over indulged, the boy made unto him self an idol, and calling it Myra, wor itMrtPil it. A.i ti.a ootnol Mvra. being emi nently practical, worldly and meree mrr oreered a irold idol of unlimited indulgence and riches, and calling that Gilbert, worshiped it. Mr. Gorham, although he was old and feeble, took a carriage and drove from Fern Xook, the family country seat, lu Poolsvtlle, the town honored by Miss Wilbur's presence, and made a formal call. After he was gone, Miss Wilbur, turning to her mother, made a strange speech for a maiden just betrothed, for she said : "After all. mamma, a rich widow is better than a rich wife, for she can spend the money then, uncontrolled." "Wall mr iWrJ" "I was only thinking that Gilbert told me once lie was entirely depend ent upon his grandfather, having nothing while the old man lived." It w ould be well then to keep In the old gentleman's favor." Evidently Myra was ot that opinion. She worked a pair of soft quilted slip pers for the aged feet, she sent flowers and dainty di.-hes to Fern Xook for dear Mr. Gorham; she made herself a hun dred fold dearer to her Infatuated lover by her delicate attentions to bis rela tive. Business connected with the settle ment of a claim of his grandfather's against the Governaieut called Gilbert to Washington, early in the winter following his betrothal. There was the usual pathetic parting, and with assur ar.ee of Myra's undying love, the young man left Fern Xook. ' After two months' absence, when he was preparing to return home, a tele gram reache J him: "Walt in New York to see me. Will put up at the Grand Central. Jake Gorham." Of all strange experiences this was the strangest. His Aunt J aue leaving her home to visit the metropolis ! Gil bert vainly tried to remember if ever she had been absent from home before, aud thoroughly bewildered, hurried to meet her. IDs first surprise was to find her gentle and kind, all the grim severity of her manner gone. Her kiss upon his lips was tender as Myra's own. "My boy," she said, "I have news for you that will distress you, but before I tell that, I want you to listen atten tively to some business details that were . never of any special interest to you be fore. You have always supposed Fern Xook and the wealth that sustains it to be your grandfather's." "And are they not?" "Xo, my dear, they are mine. Your grandfather holds a life lease only of the house and half the Income. . The property was all his wife's and left to me, with the lease, as I said, to my father during life. While we were all one family and you the heir, it was quite unnecessary to make any talk or fuss about the matter; but now, it Is as well to understand my rights and , yours." "Xowl" "Your grandfather, my dear, being, I charitably believe, In his dotage, has married My ra Wilbur!" It was a crushing blow. Gilbert swayed (o and fro in his chair, and then fell insensible. ' His ideal poetic life was more real to him than the actual world about him, nd he suffered acutely. But his aunt was the beat of comforters, for, while she was full of tender sympathy, she was eminently practical, and wth clear, forcible words she made hltn realize fully how unworthy was the Idol he had worshiped. With her own personal property she bad also brought . Gilbert's from their old home, and she took a house in Xew York, where they both soon felt at home, returning no more to Fern Xook. Then, with true practical kindness she persuaded Gilbert to allow her to buy him a partnership in a light business, . and roused him from his dreamy, sensitive moods, to active, na tural life. He might have become soured and hard, but for the love of this old maid, who had never before let him read the tenderness of her heart. But, while he suffered keenly, his manhood developed, and he was a stronger, better man for his disappointment. When Myra's name ceased to be a torture, Aunt Jane made herself known to old friends of her girlhood, and gath ered about her a pleasant, social circle, where Gilbert was soon a favorite. There was no hint of the spinster's hope wheu she said very quietly : "Any attention you can pay to Ella Rayburn, will be very pleasing to me, Gilbert. Her mother has been my warm est friend in past years, and we have re newed the old times most pleasantly. If Ella is like her mother she is a pure, sweet, unselfish woman." "And Ella was like her mother, and was soon taken Into Aunt Jane's closest intimacy. Still smarting under the past pain, Gilbert was merely attentive to his aunt's young friend, and not yet realiz ing that a reality filling bis old idea was near him. And while these old residents of Fern Xook were quietly gathering up broken threads of life, to weave a more perfect web of content, Myra Gorham was eat ing out her heart in bitterness. Instead of an old, indulgent husband, ready to humor every whim, to give her idola trous devotion, she found herself tied to a querulous invalid, who had been accustomed to the unquestioning obe dience and devotion of his daughter and grandson, and who exacted a similar care from his reluctant wife. In place of balls, concerts and operas, the gay life of the metropolis, Mrs. Gorham found herself shut up In a country house, certainly sufficiently handsome and well appointed to meet the most fastidious taste, but lonely beyond en durance to the woman miles away from her own friends, and coldly ignored by the friends of theGorhams, fully aware of her mercenary treachery. Yet she endured It as patiently as pot-slble, till the old man. pining for Jane and Gilbert, sickened and failed visiblv. It was when all hope was gone, that the young wife cautiously but very plainly urged the necessity of making will. It seemed to her as if all the misery of life concentrated in the peev ish reply : I have nothing to will. All the property belongs to Jane ! I only hold a life lease on my late wife s estates." "Jane!" gasped Myra, remembering the insulting ter:ns in which she had Intimated to that spinster that Bhe pre ferred to reign alone at Fern Xook. "Certainly ! If Gilbert's .father had lived he would have shared in the prop erty, but it all reverts to Gilbert If Jane dies unmarried." All Gilbert's aud might have been all i.ers. Myra felt too stunned and miserable even to cry ! To think that all her base scheming, her feigned devotion had led her only to this, the beggared widow of an old man. But after the funeial was over Mrs. Gorham made a few discoveries. First, all the deep black of her dress, with the fine white line of her widow's cap, the sombre crape and soft snowy tar le tan were most becoming to her brilliant blonde beauty. She studied her dress to its minutest detail, and when it was perfect, formed her new plans. In her late . husband's desk she found five thousand dollars which she appropria ted, leaving Miss Jane and Gilbert, who came to the funeral, to defray all the expenses. She accepted Miss Gorham's offer of the use of the house for a year, and when she was left In possession un scrupulously sold many small but valu able articles there. . When the year was over, and Miss Jane Gorham once more opened her house to her friend, she was mute with consternation one day when a carriage heavily laden w itu baggage, drove up to her door, from which alighted her father's widow, who threw herself into herarnu, sobbing: "Do not send me away. I am dying in the gloomy seclusion of my dear husband's home. Let me stay with yon!" ' She stayed, of course. Miss Jane's old-fashioned notions of hospitality were too strong to permit her to turn a guest away, even If uninvited and un welcome. But she smiled grimly to see how Gilbert's face fell at the announce ment of the visitor. "She is my father's widow," the spinster said grafcly. "So we must endure her for a time." She was a most fascinating widow when she appeared at the late dinner, in a thin black dress, all jet and trim ming, with some knots of black ribbon in the profusion of her golden curls. Her color was softly tinted as ever, her blue eyes as babyish and winsome; yet, when the first evening was over she knew she had galued nothing in her effort to recapture the heart she had thrown aside. But she did not despair. She sang the old songs that Gilbert had once heard with rapture. She varied her dress with laces, ribbons and jewelry, till . its pretense of mourning was a mere mockery. She put herself in Gil bert's way with every dainty device of feminine needlework. She entreated permission to prepare his favorite dishes with her own white hands. And. as if to try his constancy, Miss Jane aided and abetted this schemer for her nephew's fortune, and spoke but little of Ella, never inviting her now to the house, so that Gilbert was forced to seek her more and more in her own home, aud found her ever more lovely and winsome from the contrast with the Idol he had proved to be clay. It was six months after the arrival of Mrs, Gorham in her stepdaughter's house, when Gilbert returning from a drive with Ella, met his aunt in the hall, and clasping her in a close embrace. whispered very softly : "Ella is mine ! Wish me joy 1" . "From my heart," siie whispered back. , Radiant with joy and hope Gilbert, after changing bis driving-dres, hur ried to tbe sitting room, to tell Aunt Jane "all about it-"-He bad abso lutely forgotten about- their guest, and it gave him an unpleasant shock wheu he found her sealed in a low chair, busied about some wool work, that showed to great advantage her tiny white hands, glittering with jeweled rings. She rose to greet him, aud then, to his embarrassed surprise, she clasped her jewelled hands, and bursting into tears, sobbed : "Oh, Gilbert, do not look at me so coldly. I cannot bear it. I know 1 de serve nothing from you but contempt, but if you knew how sorely my mother urged me, how importunate your grand father was, you would forgive uie. I was insane with their persecutions, and I thought in my misery that 1 could still see you, and, perhaps some day when 1 was free again I 1" And here ev n her effrontery gave out, and she only sobbed convulsively. Taken by surprise, every gentlemanly instinct urged Gilbert to comfort this woman who was so recklessly offering him what .It was once his fondest hope to posses. But his whole soul shrank from her; his manly, true heart was only outraged by her unwomanly ad vances. Gravely he stood looking down upon her as she shrank in the chair, sobbing and covering her face, and yet furtively watching him. "Gilbert, speak one tender word to me," she implored; "say you do not utterly despise me." But he did. He sought for words to convey his meaning kindly, aud they would not come. Blushing like a boy n his confusion and pain, he said, gently : "I am very sorry, Mrs. Gorham" "It used to be Myra," she sobbed, re proachfully. "True, but those were days that can never be recalled." "You are cruel." "I do not wish to be so, but I must be frank with you. The past is dead! Xever can we revive that love that was once so precious to me, so very trilling to you." "Xo, no, you wrong me. Ala for me, It is my misfortune that I cannot conquer my love." "But mine died wheu it was insulted and slighted." Here Gilbert drew a deep sigh of re lief at the appearance of Aunt Jane, entering the room behind Myra's chair. Mrs Gorham did not hear her light step, and sobbed : "Your love cannot be dead, Gilbert. It will live again. Pity and forgive me." "I both pity and forgive you," said Gilbert, very 'gently. "But" - "But," said Aunt Jcne, in her hard est tone, and with her face set in rigid lines, "you f. rget, Mrs. Gorham, the law does not permit a man to marry his grandmother." - With a cry of rage, Mrs. Gorham sprang to her feet, but something in the cold, grave faces, checked the tor rent of wrath upon her lips, and she left the room. The next day she terminated her vi sit, and loftily declined an invitation, sent three meuths later, to be present at the wedding of Gilbert Gorham, and his gentle bride Ella. Awwcdote or rsps. Most of our readers have doubtless beard of the sharp rejoinder once made to Alexander Tope, whereby a pointed hit was made at his diminutive and ill shapen figure, but many may not have heard the particulars of the occasion. They were as follows: Pope was one evening at Burton's coffee-house, where himself, and Swift and Arburthnot, vr'th several other scholars, were poring over a manuscript copy of the Greek Arlstnphdnes. At length they came across a sentence which they could not comprehend, and as, In their perplexity, they talked rather loudly, they attracted the atten tion of a young- officer, who chanced to be In another part of the room, and who approached and begged leave to look at the passage. "Oh, by all means," said Pope, sar castically; "Let the young gentleman look at It, We shall have light di rectly." The young officer took up the manu script volume, and after a little study aud consideration his countenance brightened. "It is but a slight omission on the part of the scribe," he said. "It only wants a note of interrogation at tins point to make the whole intelligible." Pope saw in an Instant that the oi- ficer was right; but the thought of be ing outdone in Greek translation by a mere youth, and a red-coat at that, piqued him, and with a sharp, bitter twang he cried out : "And pray, young sir, what is a note of interrogation?" "A note of interrogation," answered the officer, surveying the wizenedt hunchbacked poet from head to foo, with a contemptuous look, "it a little erooktd thing that sl questions!" Four only of the fifty-eight signers of the Texan declaration of indepen dence In 1835 survive. These are Edward Waller, of Virginia ; John W. Burton, of Tennessee ; W. B. Scales, of Sherman, Colorado, and Charles B. Stewart. All are over sixty-three. THE LITTXr. WIDOW IX M4UVE. In one'of the rooms of the St. Charles Hotel, Xew Orleans, a young lady was reclining on a lounge. As soon as the porter had deposited her trunks, shawls and belongings, she changed her travel ing dress for a light dressing-gown, and again threw herself upon the sofa. "Send word to Mr. George," she said to the chambermaid, "that my head is so much worse that I will not go down to dinner, nor cau I see him again this evening." .. ' . The girl went and soon returned with a message from i Mr. George, that he, too, was a little ailing that be had sent for a cup of tea and a piece of toast, aud that he would retire early.' ' -MUs Woodville that was her name let her thoughts run, and they started oft thus: -v x-- - . - " Poor, grave, serious George ! I ex pect he Is rather glad than otherwise to be excused from entertaining a friv olous little creature like me. X'ow he can retire early to his heart's content, after sipping his tea and nibbling his toast, like a Miss Xancy, as he is ! What a humdrum man he is ! I supposed he should be liked because he is so very good. But how Maria can think of marrying him is more than I can telL When my time comes, I don't want a middle-aged church-warden like Mr. George. Give me a young man. who is not a saint on earth, and I'll answer for him!" Her reverie on the young man who would not set himself up as a "gruel- aud-griu" Christian went on aud on until she fell asleep, which was the very best thing she could do for her headache. ' She Is petite, pretty and interesting. But I am not going to describe droop ing eye-lashes and rttrousst nose. I will not argue the question whether her hair is reddish-gold or goldish red, for her looks have very little to do with my story. Miss Woodville is traveling with Mr. George because he is engaged to marry her best friend, Maria Mears, and she is to be bridesmaid they are on their way to Mr. Mears' house, where they are tospeud three weeks previous to the wedding. They have reached Xew Orleans, where they are to stay over night, aud then iu the morning take the cars for Mearsdale, which is about seventy-five miles from the city. When Miss Woodville awoke, she would have found herself in complete darkness had it not been for the faint streak of gaslight which came In over the top of the door. "What Isolate that the gas Is lighted! she exclaimed. She indulged in two or three yawns and a stretch to wake herself thoroughly and then she struck a match and looked at her watch. "Can it be possible that it lacks only a few minutes to eleven ?" she cried ; "yet stay ! What is that I hear? Music at this late hour?" She went to the door and listened. "Music and dancing, I do declare! This iu'- t be a very gay place !" and away went little Miss Woodville waltz ing around her room to the sound of the violins down stairs. ' She peeped out into the hall. Xo one was to be seen. "Everybody is down stairs, and I feel so lonesome !" She leant over the bal ustrade of the staircase. Along with the entrancing music and even tread of feet came the subdued murmur of of the dancer's merry voices. First one little slippered foot and then her other became uneasy, and Miss Woodville actually ran to her room for fear they would.'get the better of her, and make her go whirling around the hall. But in five minutes she was out again. She traversed the intricate windings of the hotel corridors, and at last suc ceeded in finding a "bell-boy" snoozing in a corner. The magic touch of money aroused him from his dreams of broken bell-wires. From him she learned that aoire be nevolent society was giving a ball for a charitable, purpose in the rooms of the hotel. But what impressed her most was the information that it was a masked affair. "Boy, run quick, and send a cham bermaid to number forty-six," Miss Woodville commanded; and then said, under her breath : "Why not have half hour's fun ?" All trace of headache had disappeared indeed she was under the influence of a reaction that made her brilliant. There was whispering and money- changing hands running here and there more whispering and perhaps more money, stud at length the maid might have been heard to say : "Miss. I'm afraid you'll think it rather somber-looking, but it is the only one the costumer had left. The domino is mauve silk trimmed with swan's down, and the mask is black lace." Just half an hour from the time she awoke, bidden under the disguise just described, Miss Woodville entered the ball-room. The revelry was at its height. The music was fascinating, the dancing the most animated, and the throng full of merriment. .- c..,.-, 1 The little mauve domino seemed shy, and, if the truth had been known, was half inclined to fly from the scene she bad entered so rashly. To what end her wavering doubts might have led her cannot be told, for she had not stood in the doorway two seconds, before a gentleman, unmasked like most of the men in the room, snatched her under his arm, and led her off to a place at the head of a quadrille. A slight scream escaped her as she looked up into his face, and her partner was obliged to lead her through the first few steps of the dance, for she had lost the power of voluntary motion. But when the time arrived for the side cou ples to dance, she had recovered enough self-possession to listen calmly to the remarks of her captor. "You seem to be a sby little puss. Why did I not find you before f I have bad the luck of getting all the fat, puffy women In the room for partners. Thank goodness, the last one pleaded fatigna and left me just as I saw you. And away he started, leading his partner through all the figures with all the abandon his rather elderly form could command. He squeezed her hand, and glanced tenderly into her eyes. "You are the sweetest little creature,' he said, coming up close to her, as there was again a pause for them in the dance. "You are so quiet; you interest me; you are so different from the rest here. Pray tell me why you Lave chosen this fomber costume? It. really looks like balf mourning.. Speak, pretty one?" In low, disguised voice, Miss Wood ville answered : S -' "Don't yon see, sir, that Pm a wid ow?" , . "To be sure. Why, I adore widows. I have several amoug my lady friends, but none so Charmingjis yourself." y He kept pouring out compliment after compliment, and then entreated her to unmask. "It Is impossible. There is one man here that I would not have see my face for worlds. I mnst leave soon ; it is now near midnight." "You pique my curiosity, madam, to the utmost. Give me but oue peep at that face, which I know must be lovely. I will defend you against that man, whomsomever he may be. - Pity me; humor the whim of a man who in a few- days will be married to a girl with a plain face, just because she has position aud fortune." "I pity her more; but the time has come when I must go. It's twelve o'clock now." Xo no, you must stay ; I will see who you are." Some other time," said Miss Wood ville hastily, trying to wrench her hand from his grasp. "If you detain me you lose me." Tell me where I can see you, my s weet charmer " Well, next Saturday afternoon, at hair-past four, at any place you may ap point, sir." Then let it be at the Hotel. I shall send to engage a private parlor there for that day, and I will order din ner at half past four. Pray do not fail." The widow In mauve, otherwise Miss Woodville, slipped away, and the old beau was left standing almost In the In the midst of the crowd. The next day at Mearsdale the guests were heartily welcomed, and all ap peared quite happy except Miss Wood ville, and she seemed a little cross and unsympathetic with the lovers. Thus three days passed and Saturday morn ing arrived. 'My dearest Maria," said Mr. George, taking the band of his betrothed in the most tender manner, "it is painful to part from you ; but business of the most urgent character calls me to Xew Orleans. Console yourself, however, for I shall be back by the earliest train on Monday morning. Maria's eyes opened wide in surprise. She remonstrated with him; begged him to wait till Monday, and pleaded that he would come home on Saturday night so as to pass Sunday with her. Xo, the business was too important; so he left by the 10.30 a. M. train. There was another train at twelve. On this two young ladies left flie Mears dale station. One wore a light purple or mauve silk, wholly concealed by a large linen duster; the other was dressed In a plain brown, and both were thickly veiled. The one with the duster said to her companion: "Xo, do Vt say another word, Maria, What I am doing is all right. Obey me in everything to-day. When the train reached Xew Orleans the ladies took carriages and drove to the Hotel. Ou the way, Miss Wcodville divested herself of the linen duster, and threw a black Spanish veil over her face and bead. They were shown to a private parlor, where already the preliminary prepar ations for a sumptuous feast were spread. . Exactly at half-past four a gentleman entered the room. "True to your word, mr darling," he said, trying to give Miss Woodville an affectionate embrace. She checked him, and at the same time the lady In the brown dress and veil stepped for ward. "And who have we here?" he asked. "I was not aware that I should have the' pleasjre of another lady's company." "That is my companion, sir. Do you suppose I would meet you alone?" said Miss Woodville still in her assumed voice. "Well, be that as it may," a frown gathering on his face, "I have come to see your face, as you promised. L'nveil now, for dinner will be served in a few moments." ' Xot so fast, gallant sir, If yon please. First yon must repeat your professions of the other night." . "Oh, that is easy enough, my little one. You know I love you, and intend visiting you very frequently, and sit ing at your pretty feet literally aud me taphorically." "After you are married ?" "To be sure I will. What is to pre vent?" "Then certainly you may see my face," and the Veil dropped at her feet. "Allow me to introduce you to my friend Miss Mears'. Mr. George." Mr. George turned ghastly pale; his hands trembled and he clutched the back of a chair for support. Maria now stepped forward, and with great self-control, and composedly said to Mis Wood vile: ' . - "Thank you for having opene . Jay eyes to the fact that I was in danger of marrying a hypocrite. We may as well go now." ' "Yes, we will go home now. Mr. George, I am sorry that you and the widow must part never to u.eet again. But I doubt not that you wiTl find con solation among your other lady friends.' The two girls passed out and Maria heard the whole story of the ball. Poor Mr. George had to pay the bill for the an tasted but expensive dlnnir and he began to thiuk that it would be well to cure himself of his caprice for widows before again engaging himself to a sensible young girl. Vlanctone. The old campo passes the long, languid days of the late summer In dreaming of the time wheu the pavement rang with the footsteps of student-lads who pressed about the threshold of their master Giorgione, and called upon him to come down and join them in their wild sports. "There will be masques to-night," cry the lawless young painters; "and we shall snp afterward by moonlight under the shadow of St. Mark's." The gods and monsters that the master's band has frescoed on the pallid plaster grin down an acceptance. A figure appears at the balcony-window, and cries out to the young idlers to return to their studies, and abide the night-fen.""""" - It is a tall figure, with a beautiful young face, framed by the velvet cap of the painter-guild. As he stands there in the sunlight in his dark-green velvet garmeut, full of rich shadows, with the concentration of genius upon his face, you would not believe him the triller, the pleasure-seeker, that all Venice hails him. Ti.e broad brow, the strong features, the firm chin, tell of quick, impatieut, creative power. Only the graceful curve of his mouth suggests the hidden flaw within this vessel, in which burns the sacred fire. He is colossal in his achievements when he has once convinced himself that creation is the worthiest end of life. But there is no ideal so noble, no resolution so bold, that it will not vanish before the touch of soft lips or the glance of tender eyes. Why should be sit aud toil over one form of beauty, hen all God's creation, lies at his feet, waiting but to be grasped But now and again comes a moment when the thought of the sacred charge committed to him rushes through his heart. Then, with the impulse of bis strong soul a score of touches from his eager band creates a shape that sets the whole town wondering at his power. And then his old demon whispers to him that love and life are better than art, and so for months he gropes on through the darkness that thickens about him toward the light that eludes his grasp. His days are oue loDg Strug gle between the instincts of life and the instincts of art. His youth, his beauty, his passionate nature, are forever at war with the cold, stern asceticism of intel lectual creation. He had a Greek nature, this Venetian of the cinque cento, and his was the pure sensuousuess of those perfect organizations that accepted beauty as the gilt of the gods, and made their lives lyrics, and bathed their bodies iu sunlight, and shunned the darkness of thought and mental suffer ing. And yet I wonder if those wise young painters, who shook their beads over the noisy riot with which Giorgione tilled the Venetian streets, never recog nized in his w ild merriment the agonies of a despairing soul, bid they never feel in his gorgeous canvases an under tone of pathos? Did no undefined sad ness creep over them when they gazed upon his pictures of women, those lovely faces with the moulded features and ripe, parted mouths, aud tender, rosy brows shadowed by rich, bronzed hair, and deep, brooding eyes that give the lie to their flushed, bare limbs? Some dim memory of suffering endured far back in the ages hid.. s under those voluptuous curves, some consciousness of approachiug decay lurks beneath the fair marble surlace, some presentiment of early death fills the deep eyes with awe. Such a form as those that glow hjkhi his canvases, with tiie mysterious dc-ath-prophecy writteu on their brows, used to stand on the balcony of summer afternoons aud gaze down upon the slumbering campo, with the arms of the flowers clutching at her sweeping gar ments of deep-red velvet. There were rubies on her bare, white throat, and the deep-red carnations of Venice burned among the dull gold coils of her hair. She leaned over among the dark red damasks that hung fro n the balcony, a rich mass of color against the tawny frescoes of the wall, and the sunlight deepened the glow of her hair, and made dark furesws in h-r velvet drapery, and gleamed in the jewels about her throat, and transfigured her to the wino-goddess, the bacchante, the color-queen of the Venetian revels. The young students, passing across the C'ira;o, lowered their voices as they caught sight of the stately form, and said oue to another. "It is Giorgione's love !" Did they feel the lurking agony iu that smooth, fair face, the forethought of pain and suffering in the beautiful eyes, the tears gathering behind the laughter that made the old campo ring with gladness? Yet for her there was naught lu life but love, and joy, and pleasure, velvets and Jewels, aud every night a fresh revel. AppUton's Journal. Yalae r m Trade. Many a young man has been ruined for life because ho never learned how to do anything. "My father," once said an intelligent young friend, who found it extremely difficult to earn a scanty livelihood by his pen, "did not thiuk it worth while for me to learn any trade or business." He had been unexpectedly thrown on his own re sources, and, although a man in stature and years, be was a mere infant in his capacity to earn a living. They are too many men of his class floating around the world men who have tal ents, but do not know how to apply them. Such cases lead us to look upon the culpability as very great, of any parents, who bring np a son without having been practically and thoroughly inswucteu hi w, """ honest living. .very man snouiu nave , . . , , , , , I some profession or trade; should know , , . . ,. , how to do something. Then, whether .. . v . he steadfastly pursues it or not, he at loaaf has an nrinnfttinn tn m-hirn. in an r emergency Le may resort for the snp- port of himself and others who may be dependent on him. Of all men the practical know-nothing ia most to be pitied. ' ... . , - . Aaeedotea ef Samwel Fle. Xoinan was ever more free from toady ism; rank was no shield against his wit, which would strike as hard at a Duke as a menial. "Well. Foote. here I am, ready as usual to swallow all your good things," said the Duke of Cumberland, one night, in the green-room of the Hay market. "Really, your Koyal High ness must have an excellent digestion, replied the wit, for you never bring any np again." A Scotch peer, notori ously thrifty, served his wine iu very small glasses, and descanted eloquently upon its ageand excellence. "It is very little of Us age," observed Foote. Some times this humor amounted to insolence; as, for instance after diring at a noble man's house, not to his satisfaction, and finding the servants ranged in the hall when he was departing, he inquired for the cook and butler, and upon their step ping forward, said to the first, "Here's half-a-crown for my eating;" aud to the other, "Here's five shillings for my wine but, by , I never had so bad a din ner for the money in my life." Dining with Lord Townsend after a duel, he suggested that bis lordship might have got rid of his antagonist in a more dead ly way. "How?" inquired his host. "By inviting him to a dinner like this, and poisoning him," was the sharp re ply. The Duke of Xorfolk, who was rather too foud of the bottle, ked him in what new character he should go to a masquerade. "Go sober," answered Foote. Being taken into White's one day, a nobleman remarked to him that his handkerchief was hanging out of his pocket. "Thank you, my lord," he re plied, "thank you; you know the com pany better than I do." A rich con tractor was holding forth upon the in stability of the world. "Can you ac count for it, Sir?" he asked, turning to Foote. "Well, not very clearly," he responded, "unless we suppose it was built by contract." "Why are you for ever humming that air?" he asked of a gentleman who had no Idea of time. "Because It haunts me.' "So wonder, for you are forever murdering it." Gar rick, of whose great fame he was un doubtedly envious, was a constant butt for his sarcasms; and yet Garrick, whether from fear or friendship it would be difficult to determine, did him many kindnesses, was always ready to oblige him with money, aud stood firmly by him throughout the Jackson prosecu tion; which Jast act of friendship touched Foote at last with gratitude, for in ene of his letters, addressed to Gar rick, he writes : "God forever bless you ! May nothing but halcyon days and nights crown the rest of your life, is the sincere prayer of Samuel Foote." Gar rick's notorious meanness, however, furnished him with many a witticism. At one of Foote's dinner parties an an nouncement was made of the arrival of Mr. Garrick's sen-ants. "Oh, let them wait," he replied to his footman, "but be sure you lock up the pantry !" One day a gentleman, whileconversing w ith Foote, was speaking of Garrick having reflected upon some person's parsimony, and ended by observing" Why doeshe not take the beam out of his own ey3 before attacking the mote in other people's?" "Because," retorted Foote, "he is not sure of selling the timber." Where on earth can it begone?" said Foote, when Garrick dropped a guinea at the Bedford one night, and was searching for it iu vain. "To the devil, I think," answer ed the actor, irritably. "Let you alone, David, for making a guinea go further than any one else," was the reply. He could never forego his jest, however solemn the occasion. He had been to the funeral of Holland, the actor, whose father was a baker. "Poor fellow !" he said In the Bedford that evening, the tears scarcely upon hi cheeks, "1 have been to see him shoved Into the family oven." He once said of an actress, who was remarkably awkward with her arms, that she kept the Graces at arm's length. But Johnson considered that Foote surpassed every one he had ever heard in humorous narrative ; and that although Garrick, tue great conversa tionalist of the age, surpassed him in gayety, delicacy, and elegance, Foote provoked much more laughter. A gen tleman who had conceived a prejudice against him, related to iwell his first meeting with him at a dinner. "Hav ing no good opinion of the fellow," he said, "I was resolved not to be pleased. I went on eating my dinner pretty sul lenly, affecting not to mind him. But the dog was so very comical that I was obliged to lay down knife and fork, throw myself back in my chair, and laugh it out. Xo, sir, he was irresisti ble." This most unscrupulous of mimics and satirists wns himself exceedingly thin-skinned. When one time Wood ward, aud at another Wilkinson, threat ened him with a retort in kind, he ran away to Garrick and Rich, their mana gers, foaming witli passion, and threat ening the most violeut retaliations. Boswell relates that, after hearing him at a dinner-table indulge in all kinds of coarse jocularity against Johnson, he observed that he had heard the great lexicographer say a very good tiling of Mr. Foote himself. He Boswell had asked him one day if he did not think Foote an infidel. "I do not know, Sir, that the fellow is an Infidel," replied Johnson ; "but if he be an infidel, he is an infidel as a dog is an infidel; .that is to say, he has never thought upon the sunject." Boswell adds that he never saw Foote look so disconcerted. "What, Sir!" he exclaimed indignantly, "to talk thus of a man of liberal education ; a man who for years was at the Univer sity of Oxford ; a man who has added sixteen new characters to the literature of his country !" TetpU Bar. Hew ef Force. xhere u aiway8 for , man 0f , . , . . force and he makes room for many, .. r ,, . . , , . Society is a troop of thinkers, and the ?J , r , - , best heads among them take the best , . . ., , that are fenced and tilled, the houses are duiii. ine strong man sees 'possible houses and farms. His eye ; makes estates as fast as the sun breeds clouds. jrWS Dl SRH7. The product of the Wisconsin dai ries Is estimated at $4,0U0,0U0 per year. London omnibus conductor work fifteen hours a day for four shillings. During the year 187S the United States yielded -li'O.OOu.tM) pouiuls of rosin. Over $200,000,000 are annually spent in this country for ciHrs and cigarettes. It is worthy of note that the Presi dent, Vice President and every member of the Cabinet Is a lawyer. During 1876 the various ferry boats plying between Camden and Philadel phia carried 12,300,000 persons. In the j ear ISrtf the seeds received In Chicago, principally clover and timothy, were valued at more than ft.OUO.lHH). The diamond worn bv Mine. Mu- sard at the opera ball in Paris, the otlur nignt, wnen placed in a row measured nearly nine yards. The French say that their com merce sprang up troin 5,$O0,000,uuo fraucs to 7,7UO.OOO.Oih) in couseuiiencu of the Exposition of 167. The republic of Mexico, covers an area of 70.1,000 square miles, and is di vided into twenty-three Stau-s. having a population of about 8,0O0,oW. A female reDorter renresents th Detroit Free I'n3 iu the Canadiau house of eommans, and, furthermore, reports me uoings oi tue staid Canadians very well. Xearly 100.000 Germans are settled in some forty counties iu Texas, par ticularly Comal and Guadalupe, aud they are highly suct-esaiul as agricul turists. A poor Scotchman iu Dundee Is th father of a child born with two stomachs and the Cincinnati Cwuiuerciul thinks this an imposition, even iu the land ol oatmeal. Plymouth, Vt., boasts of a voung ster, who Is only live years old, but who weighs ys pounds, measures 3U inches around the wai.-t, aud 25 inches around the thigh. During the past year the German press issued 848 works devoted to the natural sciences, 207 to geography and travel, and 1W to uia.ueuiatics and astronomy. Three of Washington's third cou sins, the grandchildren of Warner Was hington, of Virginia, are now living, old, poor and dependent, in Gordoiit ville, Ky. A pure white muskrat was caught in the north part of Great Barrington, Mass., the other day, something old hunters never saw before in that part of the country. The sea serient interviewed some Chinamen near sail Diego, Cal. They saw a ood deal ol him. They say he was sometimes 10U feet long, aud some times two miles. . The whole population of British India is close ou 2J'.t,0oti,iH)u. The den sity of population varies from live to over seven hundred and fifty inhabi tants per square mile. Mrs. Pauline Spirz died at Elunuo witz, Austria, recently, at Hie ao oi one hundred and eight years. She ha ! never beeu known to take medicine, and always enjoyed good health. The first picture Mr. Sheepshanks, the eminent English collector, ever bought was Laudseer's "Two Dons" and he gave the young artist JtJu for it. it is worth to-day a hundred thirty. Applications for fish ti put in Lnk.: Champlain are refused by Air. Green because the lake is not exclusively Xev York waters, and Vei mont has taken no step toward bearing hur share of thv expense. From a block of marble weighing two tous, an eagle measuring six feet betw eeu the tips of its outspread wiugs is now being cut for tlie Grand Army monument which stands at Healing, Pennsylvania. Allegheny college, at Meadville, Pa., has been selected as one of the thirty colleges in the United Slates to which the government, according to a recent act of congress, would aid and support a military department. On the strength of a map, w ithout personal examination, some Xe Yora parties took a mortgage lor flO.IH.iOoti a rocky, inaccessible hitl-top in Patter son, X. J. (Garrett Mount ain), which has just beeu sold uuiier foreclosure lor 700. Tobacco Is now successfully culti vated iu over tifty counties in me state of Missouri, lu l-Si'J the State had J tobacco manufactories, and she pro duced I0,OU,UUO pounds, occupying tl.e sixth rank among the tobacco-row iu States of the Union. Thanksgiving falls on Xoveraber the 30U only once in six or eight yeari. It comes on that day this year, and will occur again only three times this cen turg iu 14)2, 1S02 and ll0. The latu r will be the last Thanksgiving day of thu nineteenth Century. The Augusta Chnmi:lt says -Massachusetts capitalists are investing in manufacturing enterprises in Georgia. A cotton mill is to be established at Au gusta and another on the "Powder Mil N tract." the first to run 20,000 and the latter 00,000 spindles. Tradition says that years ago when the headwaters of the Chesapeake swarmed w ith wild low !, the hands em ployed at au iron fore at llavre-de-G-iace once upon a time reltised to work because they were fed on canvas-back ducks instead of bacon. Ou the closing up of the Smith A Rogers silver-plating concern In Xew Haven, recently, preparatory to its re moval to Merideu, tlie floor ot the pla ting room was taken up, burned, and the ashes analyzed, with the result of procuring pure silver to the amount of $S1. " Rouen, France, has the tallest structure in the world. The cast iron spire of its cathedral is 402 feet high, w hile the dome of St. Peter's at Rome raises its cross A feet above the ground, and Strasbourg, the highest cathedral iu all France, rerches, witli its cele brated clock tower, 4o5 feet. The poplar forests In the region of country north of Lewistown, Me., have been cut down for timber for the manu facture of paper. These forests have been considered by the farmers as al most eutirely worthless, a good deal of the wood or lumber hardly paying for tlie cutting and hauling, but now the timber brings a high price. ,Lord Xelson's paroquet lately died at the age of 115 years ar. tlie Jardin oV Plantes. One of the peculiarities con nected with the life oi this bird was this that while on board the Victory, during the battle of Traf algar, the con tinuous firing of the cau nou had such an effect as to destroy all the acquisi tions which previously distinguished it, and was incapable of uttering anything but "Bomb! Bomb! Bomb!" I?- I? t -l ; it!i i hi ! i N S I--' -"1.
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