n. F. SCIIWEIER,
THE C05STITUTI05-THE UNIOH-AITD THE ESrOBOEMEIT OF THE LAWS.
Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. XXXII.
MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, FENNA., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 30, 1S78.
NO. 5.
FADING, CHANGING, DYING.
Everything beautiful, darling, most fade;
The rose aud the K y. the pride of the field.
An J uiyrU which hide the rude mark of the
spaJe.
Where loved o. ea are sleeping, will all bare
to yield
To Time' busy gleaner, who gathers the
hares.
Aud r.nopened buds in the forest and plain.
To carefully bind them in band e and sheaves,
Au J carry them off to return not aga'u.
Everything beanUfuL darling, must chance ;
The woodland, the meadow and oourae of
the stream;
Xliooe scenes now familiar ere long will seem
strange.
Au 1 only be thought of m seen in a dream.
Or pictures of memory long hong away
Aud faded by ae or dust of the past;
Ea-h moment of pleasure refuses to stay.
Tue TO.oe of the zephyr is lost in the blast.
Everything beautiful, darling, most die,
AuJ that whi.-h increases will surely de
crease: The sturdy old oak as a dust-heap will lie;
The song and the si'iger will both have to
cease:
Yet there is a hope that each beautiful thing
Though not in this Lfe will have being
once more;
Tue heart, like the ivy. to loved ones will
cling.
When fa.len, and creep to Eternity's shore.
Everything 1 dutiful, darling, must fade.
Must change aud must die, be it never so
grand;
An J no'hing endureti that ever was made.
For time has thj day in his own canning
hand;
The spirit immortal he hnmbletb not;
lie builds, though, and crumbles its dwell
ing of clay;
When everything earthly and Tune is forgot
The spii it will laugh at the thought of de
cav. (Written f jr th May's. LinJlng Record.)
Pauline's Picture.
BY TKX INKY FINUKKS.
t'HAI'TKK I.
And so the shailnws fall apart.
Ami so the west winds play.
Aud all the windows of my heart
1 upeu to you to-day."
It was a large, handsome old house
hat Mr. Ellison's grandchildren were
invited to visit every year. Then they
all met there and a nice time they used
to have, for grandma allowed thein to
mam from garrett to cellar, if Ihey
wNhed to do so.
But on this particular Christmas it
was to to even pleasanter than before,
for handsome uncle Rob Ellison had
just returned from Europe, and many
were the games lie plan ned for the merry
young group.
In the morning, the boys skated with
li i in while the girls rode with Mrs.
Ellison, who, in spite of her sixty years,
was still a very handsome woman.
But on this eventful day of which I am
atom to write, they wished to have
some tableaux. So gfdma had rPV1
them key to the many trunks wirlfh
stood in the attic, from which they in
tended to get their dresses.
They were all tip sorting the many
rieViines when pretty Laura Howard,
who was standing by a large trunk,
called out : " h, Grandma, look at this
lovely picture of a young girl. Who
can it be?"
Grandma Ellison's hurried over to
where she was, a stem expression on
her usually placid face.
"Shut down that trunk, child," she
commanded, "and give me the key."
J-aura obeyed, and Mrs. Ellison left
the room and went to her own cham
ber, where they heard her close and
lock the door.
What could lie the matter? they won
dered. At dinner she was the same as usual,
only there were traces of tears on her
grave face.
After the meal was finished. May
Worthy, who was the bravest of them
all, went up to Mrs. Ellison and, smooth
ing hack the white hair said softly:
"Won't you tell us about that picture
up stairs, please do, grandma."
Mrs. Ellison's face hardened as she
replied, "I cannot, May dear," and she
left the room.
But in the evening, when they were
all groujied around her, she said ab
ruptly, "Children, did you ever know
you hd au aunt Pauline?"
All looked surprised, and grandma
continued :
"She was my youngest daughter, and
the pet of the household, an imperious
little queen, and we all worshipped
her. She was beautiful, if I do ac
knowledge it myself," w ith some moth
erly pride In the calm voice. "Every
ish was gratified, and as she blossomed
into womanhood it was hard to check
her impetuous temper. Still, we were
all surprised when Gerald Tracy came
to us to ask for her hand, she clinging
to him, her pleading face saying more
than words."
"It is needless to say that your grand
father refused, for Gerald, it was ru
mored, was a rather wild young man
with no money to speak of.
"Pauline's lovely face was dark and
defiant as Mr. Ellison angrily ordered
him from the house. The next morn
ing she did not come down to breadfast,
aud mv husband, who w as very punc
tual himself, sent one of her sisters to
call her down. Mary returned, sayin
that Pauline was not in her room, and
the bed had not been slept in all night.
"Very well," said Mr. Ellison sternly.
"If she is sulky and does not intend to
eat her breakfast like a sensible girl, I
am willing."
"Nevertheless, through all the uieal
he seemed ill at ease, and ate but little.
After it was finished, he rose from the
table and we heard him stride into
Pauline's room, from whence he re
turned with a white, compressed face
He held a paper in ids clenched hand,
and, showing it to me, he buried his
face in his hands and groaned aloud.
."With an undefined dread in my
heart, I took it mechanically and read
the words: 'You have driven me to
this and must bear the shame. I love
Gerald Tracy, and, before you receive
this, will be his wife.'
T - . T .T.iiml Ts
this the return for all the care we have'
lavished upon her? To run off with a
worthless scamp like that fellow-"
What are you going to do, mother?"
asked one of the children iu an awe
stricken voice.
"Do," I repeated sharply. "She has
made her choice aud must abide by it.
She has brought an everlasting disgrace
upon one of the oldest families in tow n."
"But, mother," interrupted Rob,
w ho w as of a rather romantic turn of
mind, "I don't think she was so much
to blame, if she loved Tracy as she said
she did."
"Rob," said his mother frigidly. "I
hoped you had heard enough on that
subject without trying to argue it any
more."
Rob Ellisons' face flushed at the
rather keen reproof, and he bit his lip
under his heavy moustache, while May
Worthy said eagerly: "But tell us
atom that picture up stairs. That was
Pauline's, was It not?"
"Yes," replied Mrs. Ellison, "and 1
will tell you how it hapjiened to be
taken. Mr. Bernard, a rich, talented
artist, who worshiped Pauline, and
whom we all wished her to marry,
sketched it. She had just returned
from an evening company, and, going
out on the balcony, stood w ith clasped
hands, apparently deep iu thought,
with the pale moonlight shining on
her fair face Liid making it look almost
etherial.
"31 r. .Bernard had just made Ids
adieux below, and, strolling through
the garden, he glanced up at her, really
startled by her loveliness. So he took
out his drawing materials, which he
happened to have along, and quietly
sketched her. Then, after she had
eloped, he painted the picture and,
thinking to do us a kindness, presented
it to us; hut it was anything but a
kindness, and though I never liked to
destroy it, I always kept it hidden
awav.
CHAPTER II.
"A trembling form Is standing at the window,
A pale sad face leans Valnsi the window pane.
Lips while as lilies in the moonbeams swavluir.
Moan as remorse thrusts through both heart
and brain."
And where was the object of Mrs.
Ellison's story all this while.
Let us leave the merry group at
grandma's, and wend our way to the
quiet litle village of Woodly, where
Pauline Tracy first came with her hus
band. What if she had left a loveing
home, had she not found a protecting
arm to shelter her from the storms of
life?
Arithmetic was Gerald Tracy's forte,
so that when Woodly bank was left
without a cashier, he applied for the
position.
But another was there before him.
Stephen Carleton had beeu the first
applicant, but not having a good repu
tation, the situation was given to Tracy.
arleton said that if it had not beeu
for Tracy he would have had it, aud
swore to be revenged, but two years
had passed and no chance had occurred
for the fulfilment of his dark threat.
But one day the whole village was
ringing with the news that Gerald
Tracy had forged a check for fifty
thousand dollars and then escajied.
The next day he was caught, tried, aud
comflskted to prison for ten years.
Poor Pauline! Her bright, glad sum
mer was over, and instead of the gay,
impulsive girl, she was changed into
a broken-hearted woman.
It was Xew Year's Eve. The chil
dren at Mrs. Ellison's were thanking
her for the pleasant day she had made
for them, when all were suddenly
startled by a faiut peal of the door bell.
The servants had gone to tod, and
I'ncle Rob hastened to open the door.
After a while he came back, saying
rather nervously, the girls thought :
"Mother, there is some one here who
wishes to stay until morning. Surely
you can refuse no one shelter this cold
night. Besides Paul he stopiied
and colored, then added hastily, "there
is a child with the lady."
"Poor thing," exclaimed grandma,
compassionately. '"It isa woman, then ?
Yes, Rob, bring her in here. We can
find some place for the wanderer to
night."
Rob hurried away, and a moment
later returned closely followed by a
girlish figure leading a little child.
She was dressed, if not elegantly, still
with a certain tastefulness that would
tell at once that she was a lady.
Grandma rose, her handsome face
full of pity as she said :
"Poor child, let me take you to my
room, there you can tell me every
thing." At th kind words, the stranger burst
into passionate sols.
"Mother! Oh mother!" she cried
eagerly, "do you not know your child;
your wilful, wayward, hat still loving
Pauliue?"
" Grandma Ellison's grandchildren had
never seen her so affected before. For
a moment silence reigned, broken only
by Pauline's sobs.
"Mother, won't you forgive me for
the sake of her who bears your name ?"
and she pointed to her child.
Mrs. Ellison was evidently mastering
some strong emotion.
"Pauline, it was all your tfwn fault,"
she began hastily, then brxAW-down.
"Oh Pariline ! Pauline ! my youngest
child, I cannot turn you off. I cannot
steel my heart against you, my darling,"
and with a heart-felt cry she folded the
slight form to her breast.
The girls had looked on, astonished,
silent spectators of this scene betweeu
mother and daughter.
They had never supposed Mrs. Elli
son capable of such emotion, but now
they felt what great injustice they had
done her
But after awhile she controlled her
self, and turning towards, them said
quietly, "Children, you need hardly be
told that this is your aunt Pauline,
whom you have never known, but now,
she continued, "T hope you will know
and love her.
Pauline Tracy's pretty, ead face was
study for a painter as she repeated
earnestly : "Yes, my little nieces and
nephews, many of w hom I have never
seen, you will love me and" the last
rather hesitatingly, "and my child.
How could they help doing so, they
wondered, gazing at the beautiful face,
lovely in spite of the sorrow which now
rested upon it.
The girls silently kissed mother and
daughter good night, and then quietly
withdrew, for they knew that they
wished to be alone after their long sep
aration of ten years.
CH APTKR III.
"tS. fluttering heart control thy tumult.
Lest eyes pmr .ne should see
My ct t betray the rush of rapture
Ills comliijr brings u me.
During the year that followed, Pau
line still lived at Mrs. Ellison's w ith
her child, who, grandma said, was a
perfect miniature of iu mother at that
age, and if her words were true (though
every grandmothei sees through rose
colored spectacles), Pauline must have
lieen indeed lovely.
She firmly believed in her husband's
innocence, and every month visited
him, He swore he w as guiltless, and
the wife's prayers went up night and
morning for the release of the dear
loved one in hi lonely cell.
But one day she read in the paier a
long story of how Stephen Carleton
had beeu sent' to prison, and dying,
confessed ho he had deliberately plot
ted Gerald Tracy's downfall.
He had contrived to get Tracy into the
city for a short time, and that night
had broken into the bank and stolen the
money for which Tracy was held re
sponsible. Pauline uttered aery of joyous thank
giving. Then she became aware of
some one beside her. ''My wife," said
Gerald's strong voice, "at last I am
with you again, and now, my darling,
Let us not Idiy mourn for pleasures pest.
A IUHuh once parted by another's mid ;
Since band lo band and heart to heart, at last
We walk ; grieve not tor Joys that might have
been."
The Hough Mouse of Hamburg.
The "Rough House of Hamburg" is
an insitution which our philanthropists
would do well to study. Forty years
ago Hamburg was renowned for being
the wickedest city in the world. "Its
vice was more open, its materalism
grosser and Its religion more of a sham."
The only hope of reform was among the
younger classes of criminals. A few
spasmodic efforts were made to teach
and refine them, but all In vain, until
at length even these were given up, and
respectable Hamburg folded its hands
and wondered at the wickedness of its
neighbors. Then a certain Jminanuel
Wichero, firm of purpose, and believing
in the old maxim, "Desperate courage
makes one majority," put his hand to
the enterprise his heart in the work
and carried it through.
The enterprise, like the famous
Refuge of Fritz Muller, has never asked
for State or individual aid, and has
always been amply supported. In
October, 1S32, Imraanuel Wichern and
his mother opened the door of a small
cottage, known as "Das Rauhe Ilaus,'
announced their purpose, and waited.
At the end of a week three boys had
come; at the end of two months there
were 12, all that the house could bold.
Their ages varied from 5 to 15, and they
were uniformly steeped in crime. Such
a band of permaturely developed rascals
was probably never collected together
before. Wiener n was a sentimentalist,
and the only rule of the Rough House
was love. There was no restraint; the
inmates came at will. A high wall
which surrounded the grounds was re
moved, in order that there should not
be even the semblance of forcible
control.
At the end of a year the first, twelve
boys were reformed. Applications for
admission poured in, and the twelve
built themselves a new house and gave
up the old one to the new comers. Then
a house was built for girls. The day
it was finished it was filled,
aud filled with the vilest of the vile.
The boys had given trouble enough.
but the girls were by far wore wicked
aud unmanageable. But Wichern's
sentimentalism conquered here, too.
From that time to this, the Rough House
of Hamburg has pressed on in its tri
umpbant career. It now consists of
thirty -eight separate houses, owns 4'J0
acres of land, and educates yearly more
than 1,100 boys and girls. Of its 43,000
graduates, not more than 5 per cent.
have fallen. It has given rise to more
than 800 similar reformations in Prus
sia. Of these, that of Berlin, founded
in 1858, is the largest, and keeps busy,
merely in the work of superintendence,
forty-eight men. The order of the
"Knights of St. John," of which we
heard so much during the Franco-German
war, was founded at the Rough
House of Hamburg, and now controls
all the kindred Institutions in the coun
try, luimanuel Wichern is still at the
head of affairs.
Rubles.
It is not a little remarkable, and we
might philosophize for sometime about
it, that while the diamond is made up
of pure carbon, or simply blauk and
opaque charcoal, the ruby, the next in
value and beauty, is nearly made up of
pure alumina or common city 98.8 per
en t the coloring matter, Iron, making
up the rest of it, the mere trace of lime
found in it being unappreeiable. Noth
ing, we may venture to say, in nature's
chemistry is more wonderful tha.i this
fact of the dull, colorless and lifeless
clay becoming metamorphosed by some
hidden and almost miraculous way Into
the transparently clear, red colored,
and almost living gem. Imagination
itself falls to find theory to account
for all this, and no progress in chemis
try can invent a theory to fit it. It Is a
somewhat curious coincidence that the
ruby, as well as the diamond and other
precious stones, U so olten round asso
ciated with gold. Where they are, there
is gold almost sure to be present. Na
ture produces these, her riches, together
and it afterwards Is the province of art
to keep them together and to exhibit
them as one object.
He Loved the Lightning.
The other day, during a thunder
storm, a man came into a Milwaukee
aaloou, and hurrying up to the bar he
aid excitedly:
Give me a glass of the best brandy
in the house. 1 need iu"' '
When the glass was filled he held it
between his lingers and said ; .
" Stranger, 1 don't drink; but this is a
fearful storm, and and a wan is liable
to be struck by lightning ; brandy is a
non-conductor, and I have never been
struck by lightning, from the fact that
I always drink brandy before a storm."
After he had drained the glass he
rolled his eyes round the room once or
twice. . . ,
"That was a vivid flash, just now,"
he said ; " lightning is a dangerous ele
ment, but to me it is a glorious thing.
Stranger, I love the lightning; it lulls;
me to sleep at night ; it cheers me when
I - wake. Give me another glass of
brandy."
As the barkeeper poured out the li
quor be said :
. Benjamin Franklin solved the mys
tery of lightulng, but before he flew his
kite he drauk a pint of old cognac
Sometimes I think I am old Ben, draw
ing the lightning from the clouds and
bottling it up. That was a magnificent
peal," he said, as the thunder resound
ed with a fearful crash. "I came from
a scientific family. Partner I can post
you a little on lightning," he said,
with a knowing look. Whenever a
thunderstorm comes up, drink two
or three glasses of brandy, aud you
have a belter protector than a lightning
rod. Belter take a glass uow."
He smiled as the barkeeper took a
Jriuk, and went on :
"Lightning is produced in the follow
ng mauuer: When two clouds charg
ed with different kiuds of electricity,
approach each other, they exchange
fluids, and give us the Cash of lightning
the shock makes a big noise we call it
tuuu&er."
He looked around the room aud saw
the back door was open. He knew if
he unhooked the front door the wind
would blow it shut, and he smiled, this
lover of lightning did, and he s
happy.
"'ow," said he, "I will illustrate
my last remark."
He stepped out and as he passed the
door it was unhooked.
"There, away to the south, are two
big black clouds approaching each
other."
The door was slow ly and surely blow
iug shut.
' Soon they will meet, and I will see
am thcr display of my beloved element.
Oh, let the rain pour in torrents; let the
lightning flash its serial splendor; let
the thunder"
There was a slam as the door fiew
shut, aud the barkeeper heard no more.
He saw that his scieutitic customer was
in no hurry about returning, and as he
opened the door the truth dawned upon
him. As he looked up the street and
saw no one he realized that Jhe mau
who loved lightning had gone from his
shop forever.
A Notable Wedding.
Mrs. A ii net t a Wilhelmina AVilkens
Hicks, a lady who has been celebrated
for years for her beauty, her wardrobe
and the magnificence of her entertain
ments, was married recently to Mr.
Thomas Lord, one of the wealthiest re
tired merchants of Xew York. The
marriage ceremony was performed pri
vately by Cardinal McCloskey in the
archiepiscopal residence on Madison
avenue. Immediately after the cere
mony, Mr. ami Mrs. Lord started upon
a wedding tour. The dress which Mrs.
Hicks wore at the ceremony is said to
have been very elegant, and was brought
by her from Paris. The lady is de
scrilied as tall aud handsome, showing
very few evidences of having lived 43
years, the last twenty of which she has
passed in almost continued gayely in
Xew York and in Europe.Of M rs.Lord's
early life little is accurately known. It
is stated that she is a native of Fishkill,
of good family, and that when she was
young, her great beauty and spirit at
tracted the admiration of a wealthy old
gentleman named Thomas Hicks, who
resided in Xew York. He married her
and brought her to Xew York, where
she immediately entered fashionable
life, and very soon surpassed all compe
titors in elegance of manner and dres,' ,
aud iu skill iu arranging social enter
tainments. She went to Euroe, and
there attracted a great deal of attention.
Her tastes were very expensive, and
her husband becoming temporarily
embarrassed, she was compelled, for a
brief eriod to reduce her expenditures.
Mr. Hicks died shortly after this event,
leaving her the possessor of a large
quentity of real estate, most of which
was situated in Toledo, Ohio. Her in
come now becoming greatly augmented,
she resumed giving entertainments on
a grand scale at her house, X'o 10 West
Fourteenth street. Here Mr. Lord first
met her. About four years ago Mrs.
Hicks went to Europe. She made her
way rapidly in society in London, and
was formally received at court by
Queen Victoria, it has beeu reported
that she was engaged to various British
noblemen, and when General Robert C.
Schenck was minister at the Court of
St. James, it was stated on apparently
good authority that he would bring her
to America as his bride. In Paris, she
repeated the success she had attained iu
London, and she travelled frequently
between the two cities. The last recep
tion she gave in the British capital was
in the middle of last October. General
Grant was then her principal guest,
and, among the party assembled to greet
him were representatives of the highest
society of Great Britain. Shortly after'
that festival, Mrs. Hicks made ar
rangements to return to Xew York, and
arrived here about Xovember 15.
, Mr. Thomas Lord la about eighty-
three years of age. In appearance he
is still hale and hearty. He has, how
ever, considerable difficulty in walking
He is about five feet and ten Inches in
height, and weighs about 200 pounds.
Generally speaking, he isa well-pre
served old gentleman, lie was a
widower, his first wife having died iu
1SG9, and he has six children four
ens and two daughters. Xeither of
the latter are married, and they have
lived with their father at Xo. 35 West
Seventeenth street. The fortune of Mr
Lord is estimated at $3,000,000, all of
which he made in mercantile business,
or through investments in down town
real estate, made many years ago. Mr.
Lord is the youngest of a family of
seven or eight brothers, who were all
born in East Haddani, Conn. His elder
brothers came toX'ew York in 1303, and
began business as dry-goods merchants
in Garden street (now Exchange
place).: .They prospered, aud their
younger brothers joined them one by
one. The business of the firm became
immense for those days, and after about
thirty years of labor, the older mem
bers of the firm retired with large for
tunes. About IMS Mr. Rufiis Lord re
tiro!, possessor of $2,000,000. Before
his death, by skilful investments, he
increased that sum to about $8,000,000,
which sum he divided betweeu his
brother Thomas, au elder brother, who
is still living in Xew York at the age of
ninety years, and a large number of
other relatives. About twenty-five
years ago Thomas Lord and his surviv
ing brother retired from active busi
ness, dissolving the old firm. They
did not, however, leave Exchange
place, where they had made their
fortunes. They had purchased years
before the projicrty running from the
western corner of William street, half
way up Exchange place toward Broad
street, and running back to Beaver
street. Iu the corner building they
fitted a suit of plain offices for them
selves, and there Rufus aud Thomas
Lord sient their days for years, keeping
watch over their investments. Iu 1SGU
they were made victims of a robbery by
which some skilful bank-thieves, sup-
osed to have been Dan X'oble and
Dutch Heinrichs, liecame possessed of
$2,500.0110 worth of their securities,
United States, State and railroad bonds
and insurance and bank stock. The
robbery was perpetrated in the day
time, while Mr. Thomas Lord was sit
ting at his desk. The securities were
in a box in the open safe, but hew the
thieves got access to them has not been
discovered. A list of the secureties was
sent throughout the United States aud
Europe, and as the bonds were offered
for sale they were stoped and returned
to the Messrs. Lords. In this way al
iot all were recovered, at a cost of
$150,000 paid in rewards. X. Y. Time.
Washington's Idea of Civil 8enlce.
When Washington was railed to the
Presidency in 17S9 there were no regu
larly organized parties, and there was
no room for patronage in a partisan
sense, and nothing could exceed the
justice of the rules by which he was
guided. Called to the executive chair
even against his wishes, he said he
would go to it under no pre-engagement
of any kind or nature whatever, but
would hold himself absolutely at liberty
to act while in office with sole reference
to justice and the public good. So
much depended on wisdom and iuipar-
tiality in this matter that, In case of in
judicious or unpopular measures with
regard to appointments, the Govern
ment itself would be in the utmost dan
ger of bting utterly subverted. "My
political conduct," he said, "In making
nominations must be exceedingly cir
cumspect." Again: " I do not Intend
to be swayed in the disposal of places
by motives arising from the ties of
friendship and blood." All this time it
is not to be supposed there was nobody
to present his " claims." Even before
his first inauguration, Washington was
greatly annoyed by applications for
appointments, and invariably represen
ted to such persons the delicacy of his
situation and the impropriety of bring
ing such matters before him. He ap
prehended what afterwards proved tiue
that there would be a hundred com
petitors for every office of any impor
tance; but for a long time he would
give no decisive answer to the applica
tions ol any candidates whatever, and
would ouly nominate such persons as in
his judgment were best qualified to dis
charge the duties of the departments to
which they were appointed, As be
tween an intimate friend and a deter
mined opponent, he gave a lucrative
office, which both had applied for, to
the latter, with the following explana
tion : " My friend I receive with cordi
al welcome. He is welcome to my
house and welcome to my heart; but
with all his good qualities he is not a
man of business. His opponent with
all his politics so hostile to me is a man
of business. My private feelings have
nothing to do in the case. I am not
George Washington, but President of
the United States. As George Wash
ington, I would do this man any kind
ness in my power. As President of the
United States, I can do nothing.
An tnpleasant Disclosure.
An old-fashioned pastor at Haarlem,
near Amsterdam, Holland, after wel
coming a young curate who had been
deputed as his assistant, made frequent
and boastful reference to his collection
of ancient volumes. These, the curate
noticed, were invariably locked up.
They were tempting-looking tomes in
their yellow parchment binding for a
scholarly young graduate of Leydcn.
So one day the curate, iu the pastor's
absence, availed himself of the bunch of
keys that lay on the library table, and
opened the cabinet that contained "the
collection of ancient volumes." To his
amusement and surprise he found that
the venerable and erudite-seeming
parchment bindings covered only slabs
of stone. The old minister was sus
pended or. a charge of hypocrisy.
A shin on the broad, boisterous and
open ocean needeth no pilot, but it dare
not venture alone on tne piacm Dosom
of a little river, lest it be wrecked by
some hidden rocks. Thus it is with
life. Tis not in our open, exposed
deeds that we need the still voice of the
silent monitor, but 1 nthe small, secret
everv-dav acts of life, that conscience
warns ns to beware of toe bidden shoals
of what we deem too common to be
dangerous.
Oar Houses.
We are toginning of late years to
have a better idea of giving to these
wooilen and stone boxes some of the
grace of form and color which nature
so lavishly provides for us out of doors.
We grow bolder in architecture and
furniture as we aresurer of our ground.
Warmer coloring is toginning to tone
the outside and inside of our homes;
coloring more requisite with our thin
ner air and colder skies than in southern
Europe, from which we brought home
the idea. Xobody can visit the great
magazines of upholstery, of bric-a-brac
or china iu Xew York aud Bos
ton, without acknowledging that the
alhelic taste of the well-to-do classes
m n. t have developed greatly since the
days when hideous brocatelles and
enormous chandeliers, gilt and glassy,
constituted the perfection of artistic
furnishing. As a people we are not
only lavish with our money to art, but
eager for hints how to spend it bent in
her service. Merchants are shrewd
enough to offer us the means. Out of
these stores of furniture and decora
tions any man with a correct or even
delicate taste aud the money may fur
nish his house as thoroughly to his sat
isfaction as anywhere in Europe. The
difficulty lies in the lack of taste in
tiiose who have means, or of means
where knowledge is not wanting.
Wealthy Americans go to Paris or Italy
and bring back a hodge-podge of Per
sian carpets and gobelin tapestries,
patched Roman pottery (eight hundred
years B. C.) and glittering Sevres and
Worcester ware made a week ago,
carved cabinets from Italian palaces,
black w ith age, and Morris' marvelous
wall papers, bronzes, marbles, South
American bags and Egyptian scaralsi-i,
and all these they pile and jam into their
twenty-foot browu stone houses, and
lecture over them to their visitors accor
ding to certain fragmentary rules of
art which they have gathered in the
same haphazard fashion.
Fashion correspondents tell us that a
taste is developing lately for the rococo
in furniture. There is a demand for
even the old clocks and tables used by
our grandfathers. Most of us remeiu
tor with a certain satisfaction which
no modern drawing-room gives us,
some old fashioned farm-house "living
room," with the eight-day clock in one
corner and the angular cupboard in the
other. We do not know why the floor,
covered with its green rag carpet, the
two Shaker rocking chairs where the
old people sat, the 0111 fire, the table
witli the country paper and a pair of
sectacles upon it, should come up to
fore us with a certain sense of satisfac
tion, beauty and repose. It is not the
cleanliness of the room. The parlor of
a magnate in a Western town is cleaner,
yet w-5 rem Miitor it with a shuddjr;
the violent flower-basket ii the carpet,
the satin curtains, the blue brocatelle
sofas, the enormous Parian vases on the
mantel, all staring into a great mirror,
and telling it what they cost who
among those who are in "good society"
has not seen it all ?
The secret we suggest in the plenish
ing of a house or room, of giving this
sense of completeness and satisfaction,
is the expression by every different
part of some leading idea whether that
to of a place for work, for rest, for cosy
home comfort, or for sensuous luxury.
The farm-house keeping room sugges
ted to us, unconscious of it though we
may have been, rest after honest labor,
the calm of decent old age; the vulgar
provincial parlor or the Urawing-rooni
of a man of taste speaks of nothing but
money and its ignorant abuse. We re
member a certain hut in the Alleghany
mountains w here the walls were of un
paiiited pine boards with wide chinks
between, and the furniture that of the
poorest quality, where an odd drapery
of home woven w hite netting over the
walls, and curtains of white muslin
wherever curtains were possible, left a
curious impression on the mind of
quiet and purity. To all home-makers
out of unfurnished houses we would
say, Give your body of bricks, paper,
carpets aud color, a soul of some sort or
other. If you have any great work of
art sufficient to eutei iu and possess a
room, give the room up to it. Make
hangings, seats and ornament Kiy
houiage to it retire as far as possible
out ol sight. Do not make the air of
your sitting-room uneasy witli fighting
gladiators, or confuse your guests at
dinner and heat your ices with too
naked Veuuses. If you have little
money but great ambition for genteel
appearance, abjure shams. Turn your
back 011 imitation china made by your
self, on cheap chintzes that fade, and
dried and painted grasses that are the
roughed ghosts of summers. In short,
take warning by nature, whose tab
leaux are each complete in itself, and
who is, always and at all risks, real.
Elephant Stories,
One of the performing elephants in
the Great Loudon Circus, known as
Xed, has been suffering with a sore
throat, which although not so bad In
his case as in that or a giratle or a conger-eel,
is still sufficiently annoying to
disturb elephantine equanimity. It
appears that his keeper, George Ang
stingstall, has been obliged to force his
food down his throat, aud the opera
tion, being both painful and unpleasant
proved too much for the great toast's
affection, philosophy or sense of duty.
He therefore twined his trunk around
the operator and playfully fl'i.ig him a
distance of about forty feet. FortunaU
ly this improvised aerial excursion ena
ed in a canvas screen, and Mr. Ang
st install was more startled than
hurt. If he bad met a brick wall in bis
flight, he would probably have been
killed.
This incident has been made a text
for a discourse upon the ingratitude of
elephants, but it is putting rather a high
estimate on the Intelligence of even the
mot Intelligent brutes to expect them
to understand that their keepers must
sometimes " be cruel only to be kind."
or to ask an elephant not to resent what
must have appeared to him a most un
warrantable liberty. It Is, however, a
well-known fact that these huge crea
tures preserve a very lively memory
of injuries, and are wont to repay them
with Interest whenever they have an
opportunity. Some years ago there was
an elephant of uncommon size and in
telligence in the London Zoological
Gardens, who was the original hero of
an incident which has since been relat
ed in different ways. He was as well
known to the frequenters of the Gar
dens as the bear-pit l.self, and was a
great favorite with children, to whom
be behaved with a gentleness that was
almost pathetic At a word from his
keeper he would tenderly wrap his
trunk around the body of any child
bold enough to make the experiment,
and lift it gently to his own broad back
and was evidently delighted at the trust
reposed in him. The nursemaids and
the babies always brought cakes for this
elephant, and sometimes gingerbread
nuts, of which he was particularly fond.
Among his regular visitors was a young
man, who always gave him a bag of
these nuts, and the elephant soon learn
ed to know his benefactor. One day
this young gentleman offered to the
elephant a bag of nuts strongly season
ed with Cayenne pepper, and the big
beast unsuspectingly opeued his mouth,
dropped the nuts into it, and began to
munch them up. His throat was of
co jrse badly burned, and he trumpeted
aloud in his rage and pain. Xear him
stood a bucket, which he picked up and
handed tohis keeper, thereby signifying
his desire for water. He draiued pail
ful after pailful, while his tormentor
stood near laughing at the success of
bis pitiful trick. The keeper of the
elephant, who had been told of what
had occurred, warned the young man to
depart, but he refused to go. Suddenly
the elephant, having slaked his thirst,
seized the bucket by its handle and
hurled it with terrific force at the head
of the practical joker, and with so true
an aim that the missile missed its mark
by a few inches ouly. The pail was
shivered to atoms against a tree. Had
it struck the man it would have killed
him ini-tantly.
The same elephant, we tell the story
as told by his keeper, dropped an apple
which rolled into the adjoining stable
of a rhinoceros. By inserting his trunk
between the bars or the partition be
tween the two structures, he was able
to touch, but not to grasp the coveted
fruit. He made repeated efforts to ob
tain it, but in vain, and at last appar
ently abandoned the enterprise. Sud
denly he again thrust his trunk through
the bars, and with a mighty snort,
blew the apple violeutly against the
opposite wall. On its rebound it came
easily within his reach, and he ate it
with every token of satisfaction.
Whether his act was the result of reason
or chance our readers uiav decide for
themselves.
A Mountain Tragedy.
A serious aiTray occurred near Clinch
River, in Granger county, Tennessee,
recently, between two desperadoes of
that section, James and William Leger,
and two peaceable citizens, Pierce and
Gabriel Lee, father and son. The diffi
culty occurred at the residence f the
elder Lee, aud was wantonly provoked
by the. Leger brothers. Gabriel Lee
resides in Hamblen county, and had
been visiting his father, accompanied
by his wife. They were about to start
home, their horses being saddled, w hen
the young ruffians came up, and one of
them mounted Lee's horse, but after
some persuasion, got down. The Legers
tlieu drew their pistols and commenced
firing on the Lees, who retreated into
the house, though uot until the younger
I-ee had received a wound in the neck.
Fastening the door, Gabriel Lee armed
himself with au old squirrel rifle, and
returned the fire w ounding one of the
assailants. After emptying tiieir re
volvers the Legers rctued to re-load,
when they again ojH-ned fire, inflicting
a second wound on Gabriel Lee, the
hall entering his side. Lee then began
to get mad, and shot William Leger
through the breast, killing him in
stantly. Seeing his brother fall the
other scoundrel who hail also beeu
hot in the skirmish turned and fled.
During the tiring Lee's mother was
slightly hurt in the head with a pistol
shot, aud his father received a knife
wound in the leg as he was entering
the house. Gabriel Lee made several
narrow escajes, seven balls passing
through his hat, two of which grazed
his head, and was slightly wounded in
his hands, besides the wound in his
side, which is severe, hut not considered
mortal.
The day after, James Leger, who had
escaped, loaded a gun and two pistols,
avowing his purpose to have revenge 011
the Lees, declaring his intention to
clean out the whole of them not except
ing the women. II is relatives implored
him to relinquish his bloodthirsty in
tent, aud either surrender or flee the
country, but he obstinately refused.
Iiesiring to prevent the wholesale mur
der contemplated, Leger's own brother
informed an officer of the facts, and
asked him to arrest his relative before
he could carry out his wicked and in
human purpose. Mr. Jackson, the
officer in question, thereupon obtained
a warrant for his arrest, and with a
strong posse proceeded to effect it.
Upon their approach Leger fled and se
creted himself in a cliff, but finding
himself in danger of being surrounded,
retreated to a depression in the rocks
known as a "sink hole," where he was
shortly followed by the officers, w ho
called on him to surrender, at the same
time assuring him that he would not be
hurt.
To this he replied, with a volley of
oaths, that he would die first, and,
drawing his pistol attempted to shoot
Jackson, but, fortunately tor the con
stable, the cap failed to explode, when,
to save his own life, the officer fired at
Leger, striking him in the breast and
killing him instantly. The weapon
used was an old army musket, loaded
with a quantity of shot.
Thus terminated the lives of two of
the most desperate characters in the
country. They had become a terror in
the neighborhood, and good citizens
feel a sense of relief at their death,
which they brought on themselves.
Porcelain Painting.
In Philadelphia, Cincinnati, Xew
York and Boston, there are a number
of really talented artists, who make a
speciality of painting on porcelain, be
sides a host of more or less skilful ama
teurs. In Chicago there are seveial
ladies who do really excellent work,
and the number of artists would un
doubtedly be greater were it not for
the technical difficulties to to mastered
before one can paint readily 011 such a
substance as porcelain. The greatest
trouble is, that in painting, the colors
should be painted in side by side, not
over one another, as, iu the latter case,
they would not come out clear and
pure after being fired. The only ex
ception to this rule is that dark shades
may to painted over lighter shades of
the same color. Then, too, the colors
cannot to mixed together, to form other
hades with the same freedom as w hen
oil colors are used, as the result after
the piece was fired, might to some
thing very different from what was in
tended. The chemical combinations of
the different colors have to to care
fully studied and experimented with
before it is safe to mix them. Then,
too, some of the colors change consider
ably while being tired, what goes into
the kiln a deep red coming out a light
pink, a dull brown becoming gold, etc.
The tost w ay of overcoming these diffi
culties is by toginning with painting
sketches in monochrome, and thor
oughly mastering the use of a single
color before attempting to paint w ith
several. Very beautiful sketches may
be made in blue, shaded from light to
dark; black and brown are good colors
to use in this way, while pink and red
are harder to manage aud less satis
factory in results. A very useful thing
to remember, ami one often lost sight
of, is, that when painting 011 a white
ground, dark colors show to the tost
advantage, and 011 a dark ground light
colors show the best, bright colors show
well almost anywhere. There are a
great number of colors prepared for
porcelain painting, but some shades, a
bright red, for example, it is impossible
to obtain. These colors come prepared
for use in small tubes, the same as oil
colors, but they are used w ith the fat
oil aud spirits of turpentine. A pat
tern may to sketched on the china to
fore commencing to paint, by putting
on a thin coat of turpentine, and then
sketching in ihe design ith a hard
lead pencil.
After the decoration is completed the
pieces have still to submit to the ordeal
of firing. Thev are arranged as com
pactly as possible in a square oven or
kiln made of fire brick, and tightly
sealed, and then brought to au intense
heat, sufficient to melt the glaze and
f-ise the colors with ic. If thtre is anv
;ildiug on the piece it conies from the
kiln with a dead finish, aud to give it a
bright metallic lustre, it is olishcd
with bloodstone burnishers. A very
pretty effect is produced by burnishing
only a part of the gilt, leaving the rest
dull aud lusterless. There is a w i li
ra nge of subjects esjiecially suitable
for china decoration, that arrange them
selves naturally into several distinct
classes. At present, flower painting is
receiving by far the unst attention,
and it iiossesses this advantage, that a
beginner call produce very creditable
and pretty pieces, while the tost artists
can find 110 more pleasing subjects for
their bru-h. Violets, poppies, daisies,
morning-glories and buttercups are
favorite llowers with amateurs; roses
lire very beautiful, but much more dif
ficult to draw and paint well. Flowers
lire sometimes arranged in touquets
and garlands, or treated conventionally,
but more frequently are painted in
what is known as the "detached"' or
Sevres style, with sprays of flowers and
grasses thrown carelessly over the
article ornamented. Indicate ferns are
very pretty treated in this way. A way
of arranging flowers, much iu favor
with German artists, is to group ferns.
grasses and wild flowers around a vase
naturally, as if they grew there. Birds
and butterflies form verv gissl accesso
ries to flower paintings, but they also
make excellent decorations in them
selves, and should receive more atten
tion from artists than is given them.
Little has been done in this country as
yet in the way of elaborate landscae
and figure painting 011 porcelain
although English and eriiian amateurs
have produced very creditable pieces of
this sort. Landscapes would to espe
cially pretty, and not very difficult,
sketched in blue and t rmitdtita, or
shaded from light to dark, and would
be an agreeable change from the monot
ony of flow er painting.
A Bar-Keeper for five Mialulrtt.
A saloon-keeper in East Broadway
was approached by a policeman the
other day, who said :
"Mr. Harkics, I do not w ant to ar
rest you, but you have violated the ex
cise law. If you will put some other
person behind the bar, I'll take him
in."
The proprietor of the saloon was in a
fl x. Two of his brothers and a brother-in-law
volunteered to go behind the bar
but Mr. Harkins said " Xo." He went
into the street and encouutered 31 r.
Johnson, an East-side tramp.
"Johnson," said Harkins," "will
you to kind enough to attend bar for
me for an hour?" Johnson was delight
ed. He saw a chance to slyly supply
himself with drinks. He took off his
bat and coat and assumed the attitude
of a major general, A customer enter
ed. Mr. Johnson was about to dispense
the fiery fluid when the patrolman
stepped in. Mr. Johnson trembled as
the officer said : " Youug man, you
are violating the excise law. Put on
your coat and hat. I must take you
in." Mr. Johnson gasped for breath,
but the policeman aroused him and took
him in. The bar-keeper of five min
utes spent the night in the police
station.
In 1790 the United Stttes exported
145,000 pounds of cheese; in 1877 the.
exports of cheese are set down at 107,
364,606 pounds.