n hi ill ' iL. x, B. F. SCIIWEIER, THE COSSTITUnOIT-THE USIOII-AIID THE EBIOBOEMEHT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXII. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, FENNA., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 14, 187S. NO. 33. OUR OWH. If I luul koowa in the morning How wearily all the day The words unkind Would trouble my mind, I said when I went away, I bad been more careful, darling. Nor given you needless pain ; lint we Tex "our own" With look and tone We may never take back acaiu. For though in the quiet evening 1 may give you the kiss in pea-. Vet it might be That never for me The pain of the heart should cease ! How many go forth in the morning That never come home at night ! And hearts have been broken. By haTHh' words spoken. That sorrow ne'er can set right. We have careful thought for the stranger, And sin'les for the somvtuue guest. But oft for " our own The bitter tone. Though we love "our own" the best. Ah '. lips with curse impatient ! Ah ! brow with that look of acorn ! Twi-re a cruel fate, W ere the uiuht too hue To undo the work of the morn. A Short Wooing. One bright June day, more than a limit ml years ago, Tarpon Miliechamp, uitli hi pretty daughter on a pillion behind liiui, rode down a pleasant Shropshire road, on their way to Pow yscourt. The latter liad been for some lime deeply engrossed in her own thoughts, while her father seemed deeply cogitating as he guided his handsome hay horse over a highway which certainly owed little or nothing to surveyors or commissioners. It was almo-a overgrown with grass, seamed uith deep cart-ruts, and plentifully -pri'ikled w ith stones. But it w as not the less pretty or pic turesque for that. The high hedgas, with the spreading trees growing from out them, were in the fulness of their midsummer beauty, and shaded the wayfarers from the sun. The pale briar-rose waved its delicate branches over them, and the honey-suckle made the air luscious with its sweetness. There was a chirping of birds, a Meet ing of lambs, and a buzzing of bees. Now and again the voices of haymak ers were heard iu the distance, and a whiff from the hay-field almost over owered the scent of the honey-suckle. It was a jierfeet .1 tine day, and yet Henrietta sighed. Her father heard it, and penitent for his long silence) turned to look at her. "My dear," he said, "we seem but lsir company this morning." "Well, father I was wondering whether this going as companion to I :.ilv l'owvs is for the liest. Mother thought I ought to see a little more of lifeour place being so (Viet; hut I m sure I did very well at heme. She'll miss me sorely, I'm afraid esjiecially iu the dairy and over the clear-starching." "She must stir Ifc-Wah up," said the parson, "and make your sister Polly useful. Polly's quite old enough to help now." " Yes but you know Ieborah Is not overburiheued with wit. and mother doesn't like teaching. She'd always rather do a thing herself. Father, Ik- sure to send for me if she seems to want me back." "To be sure child; but you know you're only going for a few- months." " There's Bobby, too. I don't know how he'll get on with his lessons with out me." " Make your mind easy, Ettie Bobby shan't suffer. But child, while you have been wondering how we can get on without you, I have been wondering whether you w ill le able to Uke care of yourself. You can't help knowing, I suppose, that you have a very pretty face of your own. You'll find plenty of people where you are going ready enough to praise it even more than it deserves. You must take compliments just for w hat they are worth, my dear. Kememlier, ' Handsome is as handsome does.' " "Father." said Henrietta, with a slight pout. "You need not fear a hit alsmt my hrfad being turned by compli ments. You know it's not my way." " iwn't le too sure ' Forewarned is forearmed.' One of these days, how ever, I shall hope to see you the happy wife of some good man." "I'm sure yon would be very sorry to be rid of me, father, if that time came. But I am not one of those girls who are anxious about being married. In fact, I believe, if folks would only think it, they're generally better off single. You know I refused Squire Hassall? To be sure, I couldn't abide the man!" " Your mother and I get on pretty well together. I think," said the par sou, smiling. " Yes, sir, but you are amongst the exceptions," answered Henrietta, gravely. " And you must own, daddy, that you and mother are often sorely puzzled to make all ends meet. But I was esiiecially thinking," she contin ued, after a moment's pause, " of poor Cousin Anne, w hose husband can't say ' Bo ! to a goose. I would be ashamed to go about w ith such a stupid man ! It would not 1 iu my nature to put up w ith it." " My dear," said her father, laugh ing, " you must learn to bear and for bear, if you marry. But I am sure I do not wish to persuade you to marry." "Henrietta Miliechamp is very good name, father, and I have no wish whatever to change it. Grandmother says I'm the most sensible girl she knows." " I am very glad to hear it, child ; and I am sure neither your mother nor I w ant to part with our spoiled little lass, now she has grown to be sensible and helpful." By this time they had emerged from the old road, and were trotting along a newer and more open one. The heat, for it wag now twelve o'clock, wag in tense; and ere long the parson pulled up under a clump of trees that stood in a lend of the road. Now it hapjieued that in the field be fore them, only separated from this road by a sunk fence, there was a cricket match going on- Parson Mille champ alighted from his horse, taud stood for some minutes by his daugh ter's side while they watched the play ers. Both were evidently connoisseurs, and entered at once into the game, while they chatted together. Two young men, w ho had just had their in nings, were lying on the grass not far from them : and while the traveller's watched the match the young men watched them. The young men eave an approving nod to each other, and gazed with even more complacency to the fair maiden on the pillion. Ettie was her father's own child like him in the graceful figure, abund ant dark hair, and gray eyes, which softened and brightened as she spoke. Her rounded cheeks were flushed with the heat, though very becomingly. She wore a blue pelisse, and a white hat with rihhoiisof the same color. Altti gether she made verv pretty picture. " Let us goaudseak to them, Tom." said the taller of the two; and together they sauntered up. " You take an interest in our game, sir?" said Oliver, w hile Tom bow.td to the young lady. "I do, young sir," said the parson' " for I'm a cricketer myself. But, to say the truth, it was the heat, not the game, which caused us to stop for a while." "Have you leen riding far, sir?" asked the one called Tom, coming nearer and patting the horse. " Nine miles, friend." ans-vered the parson. "And six more to go," chimed in bis daughter. " if the remainder of the road is as opeu as the last mile, we may get a sunstroke before we reach 1'owys court." " Powyscourt!" related Oliver. "If you are going thither you should take the first turn to the right instead of keeping the high road. You will get into the lanes, and save a good mile. But are you aware, sir, that the Earl is absent ?" "My business," said the confiding parson, " is with her ladyship, who has kindly offereJ to Uke my daughter as companion. She will further trouble herself to have her instructed on ihe harpsichord, and to teach her how ladies should comjHirt themselves." " I am sure she cannot need instruc tion on the latter point," said Tom, fervently. 'I have ls-en warning her against flattering tongues sir," said the parson, with a smile, and at the same time w ilh a proud look at his daughter. "How ever, she is but a quiet country lass, and her mother thinks it as well foj her to see a little more of the world than she can at our quiet parsonage. She won't be long away, and when she comes back she'll brighten us all up and teach her little sisters." " Have you a large family, reverend sir?" asked Oliver. " Five daughters and one son quite enough to make a man thoughtful," said the parson, with a cheery laugh which belied his words. Father often talks of the trouble w e are to him," said Henrietta ; " but he don't look as if he were much the worse for it. Ioes he, sir?" " In the natural course of things some of the daughters must marry," remaked Tom, gravely, still stroking the horse. " That may relieve you of some of the anxiety, sir." " I have no wish to part w ith any of them, friend," said the parson ; "and Henrietta here has quite foresworn matrimony." "Io you mean that seriously, madam?" said Tom. " Well, sir, was the answer, with a smile and a blush, " I think it's always better to be let well enough alone." " It will be a oor lookout for us young fellows if such itleas gain ground," said Oliver. "Surely, sir? you do not approve of lovely young ladies like your daughter holding them?" " I am not sorry she holds them for the present. Many a person marries in haste to repent at leisure. But, Hen rietta, my tlear, we must be going. I wish you good-day, gentlemen, and sucecss to your side." " Will you not wish us success, Mis tress Henrietta?" said Tom. earnestly, with hat in hand. "Of course I will, she said, raising her gray eyes rather shyly. " I hope you will win all before you." The two young men watched the riders till a turn in the road hid them from sight, and then Tom did not move until the sound of the horse s hoofs died away. "Tom, you're very thoughtful," at last said Oliver, shaking his friend's shoulder. " What ails you ?" "Of course I am," said Tom, dream ily, "for there goes my teife! " "Where tuere is a will there is a way," says the proverb, and Tom cer tainly found the way. Id spite of her sound sense in spite of her assurance to her father, and her grandmother s high opinion in two months time Henritta Millechampe was " woo a and married an' a'.' A Clever Canadian Girl. She lives at Ottawa, Canada, and this is how shs managed it : She thought it would be just as well to commence housekeeping right away and begin the new year with training up a nuoanu in the way he should go, but her father thought differently." So she invited all her friends to the wedding at a certain church at a given hour. Of course there was a big crowd, including the angry father, who was prepared to for bid the bans with a shot gun. Mean while the young lady and her adored William went to another cuurcn anu were quietly married, and as they left the sacred edifice she remarked that w here there was a Will there was a way. Some Quakrr Hoys of 1776. Iu 1770 the eastern end of Long Is land was overrun with English troow and mercenaries. There was no secu rity to lifeor property ; everything was at the mercy of the wicked Hessians. . At this time there was tiring on the island, not far from New York, a Quaker by the name of Pattison. Henry Pattison, the father, was one of the strictest of the sect ; of a noble, generous nature, a kind neighbor, and a wise councilor. He was universally loved and revered. He won the name of the peace-maker. He ow ned a fiue farm and w as grow ing wealthy, when the war came and sail days settled upon the commui.ity. Mother Pattison w as the true type of the Quaker wife and mother. L'uder her tiny night cap beamed the placid, tender face which is so common among these pure-hearted eopIe, and her skillful advice and winning words of consolation, were often heard iu the houses of the sick and afflicted. Eight sturdy boys, and one sweet, timid (lower of a daughter, blessed this good couple and made their home one of happiness and love. Edmund, the oldest son, was a hand some, manly lad of eighteen. Beneath his broad-brimmed hat, his quiet "thee" and "thou," beat a fiery and fearless heart that often broke through tge mild Quaker trailing and made him, notwithstanding his peace princi ples, a leader among his fellows. One day. as he sat in the barn, quietly enjoying his noonday rest a British trooper rode up to the door. Seeing Edward he shouted : " Come, youngster, make haste and stir yourself. Go and help my driver there unload that cart of timber into the road !" Now Edmund had just been hard at work loading that wood, to carry it to a neighbor to whom it was sold. Both wagon and oxen belonged to his father. " Come hurry !" said the horseman. " I shall not do it !" said Edmund. "What sirrah I" cried the ruffian, " we shall see who will do it!" and he flourished his sword over the boy's head swearing and threatening to cut him down unless he instantly obeyed. Ed in u ud stood unflinchingly, fiercely eyeing the euraged soldier. Just then a little boy, Charles, the son of a neighbor, ran into the house and told Mrs. Pattison that a " Britsher was iroiiiif to kill her Edmund." She rushed to the barn, begged the soldier to stop, pleaded with her son to unload the w ood and so save his life. " Xo fear of death, mother; he dare not touch a hair of my head." "Hare not !"The horseman flourishd his sword before the lad's face, and wore he would kill him instantly. "You dare not!" said Edmund firmly; "and I will resrt you to your master for this." The fierce and defiant look really awed the trooer, and he mounted his horse although he still told the boy he would "cut him into inch pieces." Edmund knew that such things were actually done by the soldiers and he tppreciated the mail's terrible rage. He coolly walked across the barn floor, and armed himself with a huge pitchfork. "You cowardly rascal!" the boy's voice came fierce and sharp. "Xow take one step towards this floor, and I will stab you with a pitchfork." The gentle Mrs. Pattison expected to see her Imy at once shot down like a dog. She ran tothe house, and meeting her husband, sent him to the rescue. Friend Pattison rode hastily up, and said calmly to the trooper : " You have no right to lay a finger upon that boy who is a non-combatant.'' The man did not move. Then farmer Pattison turned toward the road, saying he would ride and call Colonel Wurms, who commanded the troops. I" pon this the horseman, thinking it best for him to see the master first drove the spurs into his horse and gal loped away, uttering vows of ven geance. The little boy who had alarmed Mrs. Pattison was a lad of fourteen the son of a neighbor who was iu Washington's army. Sitting one day under the trees, with the little Pattisons, talking indignantly of the " British thieves," he saw a light horseman ride up toward a farm house just across a pond. He guessed at once what the man was after. He tried to signal the farmer, but in vain. " They are pressing horses," cried Charlie; "they always ride that way when stealing horses." He thought of his father's beautiful colt, his own jiet. "Fleetwood shall not go!" said he Running as fast as he could to the barn, he leaped on to his back, and started for the woods. The red-coat saw him, and, putting his spurs into his horse, rising in the saddle and shouting, he tore down the road at headlong speed. Charlie's mother rushed to the door. She saw her little son galloping to wards the woods with his murderous enemy close upon his heels. Her heart beat fearfully, and she gave one great cry of prayer as her brave little boy dashed into the thick woods, and out of sight, still hotly pursued by the soldier. The trees were close set and the branches low. Charlie laid down along horse's neck to escape being swept off. He cheered on, with low cries, the wild colt, who stretched himself full length at every leap. With streaming mane, and glaring eyes, distended nostrils, he plunged on. Charlie heard the dead boughs crack ling behind and the snorting of the soldier's horse, so near was his fierce pursurer. On, on Fleetwood dashed, bearing his little master from one piece of w oods to another, till the forest be came dense and dark. He had now gained some on the soldier; and, see ing ahead a tangled, marshy thicket, Charlie rode right into its midst. Here he stood five hours without moving. The soldier, so much heavier with his horse, dared not venture into the swamp. He rode round and round, seeking for some firm spot of entrance. Sometimes he did come very near; but every time sinking into the wet, springy bog he was obliged to give it up ; be could not even get a shot at the boy, the brush was so thick. Fleetwood was instinctively still as a mouse, and finally, with loud oaths, he rode off. But the lad and the colt still stood there hour after hour, not knowing whether they might venture out; but at uightfall, his mother who had been watchir.g all the while, with tears and prayers, saw her dear boy cautiously peeping through the edge of the woods By signs she let him know that the danger was past, and riding up to the house, he dismounted. Then leaning against his beautiful colt,, his own bright goldeu curls mingling with Fleetwood's ebon inane, the plucky lit tle fellow told his adventures to the ea ger group. A Strange Story. Towards the close of the last century there resided on the island of Martini que a wealthy and most rssectable French family bearing the name of Rivery. It consisted of a father, moth er, a boy and girl. The latter was raised with the most jealous care, and when it became necessary to send them to France to finish their education the aged and pious pair parted trom them in deepest sorrow. Four or five years rolled by, the boy had become a man and the girl developed into beauteous womanhood. The day arrived when they were to cross the ocean, and they left Havre in a sailing vessel to join their jiarents, bnt heaven ordained them for a diflerent purpose. The ship on w hich they sailed became a wrwck, from which they were rescued by a vessel bound for Minorea. At this time the Mediterranean was infest ed by pirates and our unfortunates were captured and taken to Algiers. Here history differs one account staling that the brother and sister were here p-rted, the latter being sent a present to the Sultan of Constantino ple. Another version says they were together carried to Smyrna and resold. Here it is claimed the idea occurred to Aime to deliver her brother by in gratiating herself with the Sultan him self. Her success succeeded her most sanguine expectations. Her purchaser seut her w ith others to the same mark ket in Staniboul, according her the privilege of making her own toilette, and being a ersou of great natural beauty, it was greatly enhanced by the light and etherial coverings ol the Ori ent. She was at once selected for the imperial harem and became one of those who are not favorites, but under observation. Many years she sjient in the old palace of Seraglio, her sorrow doubt less increased by the solemn cy press grove in which it lies. Xow that she was so near him who could free her brother, it seemed as if. through jealousy, she was as lar away as her native land. Aime was a lover of music, and while in France her voice had been cultivated, and she often sang in most plaintive tones and with touch lug eloquence the sorrows w hieh op pressed her young lite. On one cf these occasions she was confronted by Abdul Hamid himself, who was at once captivated by the voice and per son of the Christian slave. He at once claimed those rights which the sover eign w ill of the Sultan enjoys. But, for the first time, the proposals of the Padischah were rejected, and his slave demanded the freedom of her brother. Another would have been sewn up and thrown into the swift cur rent which runs by the walls of Sera glio, but the heart of Hamid was too much involved. The brother was searched for, found and granted royal honors, and Mademoiselle de Kivery w as changed from the pupil of the con vent at Xantes, iu France, to the favored wife f the Sultan. This union gave birth to Mahomoud II, the most famous of the modern Sultans. He alone was brave enough to overthrow the Mjwer of the (Janasaries and Insti tute the changes whereby he gained the name of Reformer. Later Sultans have ransacked the archives of the French Embassy at Constantinople to liud the facts and establish their rela tions to this French girl who was at the same time the sport and favorite of fortune. Another Kutxh Ardrn. In the summer ot 18GO James Iorsey and Charlotte Custer, a young couple then still in their teens were married privately iu Camden, X. J. When it became known to the parents of the fledgeling bride and groom an effort was made to separate them, but to no purpose, and, as time passed on, a boy was born. Shortly after that event Dorsey went to sea. He did not re turn for a year, and meanwhile, a girl was added to the family. Another year passed, and one day a man, whom Mrs. Dorsey had known as her husbaud's brother, stopped at her house aud told her that Iorsey died in New York shortly before. The brother said that he had attended the funeral. Mrs. Dorsey believed the story and went in to mourning She was known for sev eral years as "Widow Dorsey," but a ship carpenter of Xorth Camden fell in love with, courted, and married her. Duncan was the name of husband Xo.2, and Duncan fell to drinking hard last summer. He advised his step-children to get the one a wife and the other a husband, when they were about fifteen, and they took him at his word. Wldow Dorsey then became a grandmother. The other day the husband of her girlhood put in an appearance. He was well-dressed and had money. He said that most of the years of his absence had been sent upon the sea, that his brother had informed him that his wife and child were dead, and that not until a month ago did he learn the true sto ry. Mrs. Duncan, alias Dorsey, re turned to her first love without hesita tion. The household effects were divi ded, by agreement, between Duncan and herself,and it w as agreed that their marriage should be annulled. The re united family are now living on Xorth Third streeet, Camden. A Diver's Experience! Too old to dive said old Jack Cambell, " not a bit of it, sir." As soon as times get a little better I'll be at it again, and I'll make more money in one day than these land lubbers make in a month But," continued be. his anger dying away "you want me to spin a yarn about myself." "Well I was born iu Dublin, ould Ireland, in March, 1313. I went to sea w hen I was between 9 and 10 years old I sailed almost all over the world. I went to the West Indies and East In dies. I saw considerable of war, too I sailed on the English gunboat Talave ria, of seventy-four guns, in '3U. I was in the battle of Joan D'Arc, and re ceived a medal for bravery while there. I sailed on the frigate Brandy wine for two years and three months. Then I went on a West India mail steamboat. Finally I went aboard the steamer Dee. It was while I was ou her that 1 begun to dive. I came ou deck one day, and, in fun, said that I should like to dive. I said in sport you know that 1 didn't believe there was anything so great about diving after all. We had several divers with us you know. We were raisin' a wreck in the Fnglish Channel. It was the wreck of an East India merchantman that had sunk. She was loaded with all sorts of merchandise. They were raisin' her with rubber bags. The diver would go down and take with hi-ji a big air-tight rubber bag Each of them, bags, when filled with air, would raise five ton. They were fastened all over the vessel and connected with rubber pipe. After we bad fastened hundreds of them to her, air was pumjied into 'cm and they lifted that vessel out of the water just as easy as roll in 'off a log It was to fasten on those air bags that the divers were hired. I had often wished that I could be a diver, becvise they were getting 45 pounds a month whilst we sailors were making only But I had never thought that I could, because I didn't suppose that I had the grit to learn. Many a man gets killed while learuin' to dive, you know. But, as I ww tellin' ye, one day I came on deck and was sayin' that I would like to dive, when the captain took me up. " Said he, " I want you to go below and shorien up that wheel rope. I would have given almost anything to have got out of it. but I wasn't going to back down, because if I had I would never have heard the last of it. I put ou the armor, and in the afternoon I went below. 1 can't describe to you the feeliu' that comes over a man when, for the first time he puts ou the armor aud gets ready to dive. The great heavy heliuel makes him feel as if he is goiu' to smother. As I looked at the long rub ber pipe leadin' from the air pump to my helmet, I thought if that should get broke while I was down below. Some careless fellow might step on it, and shut of the air, an' then what would liecome o' me? Before I went down I had to learn the signals. Besides the long hose that came dov-n and connected with my helmet there was a life line about my waist which a signal man on deck held. That Is of almost as much consequence as the hose. I was learnt that, if I wanted more air, I should jerk on the hose once; if less air was wanted, two pulls; if I wanted 'em to take up the slack on the hose, I was to pull three times on it. Then there were signals on the life-line. One jerk on the life-line meant 'Hold on;' one pull and a shake, 'Lower away'; two jerks, 'Pull up' whatever the tackle may be attached to) ; three pulls, 'Take me out. There are several signals. There's one which every signal-man knows all about, that means 'pull me out quick, fur God's sake !' " Finally, after I'd got ready, they lowered me down. The minute I struck the water I felt all right. The heavy feeling of the armor went away, and I seemed as light as a feather. As soon as I struck the deck of the wreck I began to walk around. I couldn't see very well, and I nad to be careful not to get my life line and hose tangled in the rigging. I hadn't been down long before I wanted more iir. I felt as if I was smothering. Oh. it was terrible ! The most peculiar thing about a man's feelings, when for the first time he's down below a'diviu ',' is the pain that takes him in the head right behind the ears. It feels as if some one was stickin' a sharp knife into htm. It put me in terrible mis ery, and it was some little time before I got over it. I staid down over an hour, an' when I came up I bled pretty bad out of the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. But I felt big, I tell you, because I hadn't allowed them to bluff me off." Jack gave a graphic description of the appearance of the first sunken steam boat into which he ever went. It was about two miles from shore that the vessel had gone down. He went into her for the purpose of recovering her cargo. The bodies were of no conse quence, he stated. " It is a singular fact," said he in substance, " that the corpses of women in a sunken vessel always lie face upward, while meu are invariably face downward. The cabin of the vessel presented a horrid appear ance. The bloated bodies all laid up next the ceiling. Some were clasped in each other's arms. One mother had in her arms her baby. A husband and wife were clasped in each other's em brace so firmly that they could not pull them itpart. It's a bad practice among some diver's to go through the pockets of corpses that they find, and take all the valuables. I have known divers to make thousands of dollars in that way. There is a sort of a pocket in the armor in which they carry their tools, and I have seen divers come up outof a wreck iu which they had been working with their pockets filled with gold watches. diamond rings and pins, and all sorts of trash. 1 dove once in Mobile bay where I put over 300 chains under an Ironclad. The greatest anuoyance that we had t iere was sharks. They didn't hardly dare tackle us because with our armor we looked more like scare-crows than anything else. They would come sail ing along and gradually swim up to wards us w ith their great big mouths wide open, but when within a few feet of us they would stop and lay tbee flappin' their fins and looking, it seemed to me, like the very devil him self. Finally we devised a way to scare them off that never failed to frighten them so they would stay away an hour or longer before they dare to come back. The armor that we wear is air-tight you know. Our jacket sleeves were fastened around our wrists with an elastic, so that the air could not escape. By running my finger un der the sleeve of my jacket I could let the air out, aud as it rushed into the water it would make sort of a hissing noise aud a volume oi bubbles shoot up. So whenever those infernal sharks would come prowling .t round me I would hold out my arm toward them and, putting my finger under the elas tic of my jacket sleeve, I would let a lot of air out and send a stream of bubbles into the sharks face, w ith a hissing noise like steam from a guage cock. The way those sharks would go scooting off was funny to behold." The Revolt of the Peaaants. At Richard's accession. Prior John, of Cambridge, in the vacancy of the Abbot, was in charge of the house. The Prior was a man skilled in all the arts of his day. In sweetutss of voice, iu knowledge of sacred song, his eulo gists pronounced him superior to Or pheus, to Xero, and to one yet more il lustrious in the Bury cloister though obscure to us, the Breton Belgabred. John was "industrious and subtle, "and giiblety and industry found their scope iu suit after suit with the burgesses and farmers around him. "Faithfully he strove," says the monastic chroni cler, "with the villains of Bury for the rights of his house." The townsmen he owned specially as his 'adversaries,' but it was the rustics w ho were to show what a hate he had won. On the 1.1th day of June, the dav of Wat Tyler's fall, the- howl of a great multitude round his manor-house at Mildenhall broke roughly on the chautings of Pri or John. He strove to fly, but he was betrayed by his own servants, judged in rude mockery of the law by villain and bondsman, condemned and killed. The corpse lay naked iu the open field while the mob poured unresisted into Bury. Bearing the Prior's head ou a lance before them through the streets, the frenzied throng at last reached the gallows, where the head of one of the royal Judges, Sir John Cavendish, was already impaled, and pressing the cold lips together in mockery of their friend ship, set them side by side. Another head soon joined them. The abbey gates were burst open, and the cloister filled with a maddened crowd, how ling for a new victim, John Lackeuheath, the warder of the barony. Few knew him as he stood among the group of trembling monks, but he courted death w ith a contemptuous courage. "I am the man you seek." he said, stepping forward, and in a minute, with a mightv roar of "Devil's son ! Monk ! Traitor!" he vas swept to the gallows, aud his head hacked trom his should dcrs. A Wild Man in Nebraska. The Fremont (Xeb.) Tribune contains an article giving the details of the dis covery of a wild man in that vicinity. Two young men were out hunting wa ter fowls when they came upon the strange being. He was, just emerging from a clump of trees and underbrush when they caught a glimpse of him. His dress was in the most primitive style, consisting of a woolen shirt. He had a stick in his hand which he swung around bis head as if striking something he saw in the air, aud uttering the while a sharp, unearthly noise. Like a wild animal, lie was constantly on a sharp lookout, nervously looking this way and that, as his ear detected an unusual noise or his eye noticed the shaking of a reed or anything that was the least extraordinary. After a few moments he squatted ou his haunches under a tree and began to dig in the ground with his hands and a stick. occasionally carrying something to his mouth w hich he seemed to be eating. The boys became more interested iu the strange being than in the object of their hunt, and era led cautiously to ward hi in until near enough to satisfy their curiosity. He was digging roots and feeding upon them. As nearly as they could judge from appearances, he was about forty or forty-five years of age, of strong and bony frame, his hair was so long as to fall in curls over bis bronzed and dirty shoulders; his beard, like his hair, long and shaggy, aud his entire body covered with a growth of hair which could not have been less than au Inch long. His complexion must have been originally 1 i irli t as his hair was of a Htish browu After viewing him a short time they concluded to retreat. After going a few steps the monster sprung up and stared intently at them. Becoming frightened, he sprang into the Platte ciossing over to Little Island and dis appeared in its thick underbrush. An Ottumwa ttueculalsvn. Recently, two men on horseback, to save fifteen cents, concluded to ford the river. They plunged Into the stream below the wagon bridge and got along pretty well until they reached the mid dle of the river where the water com menced getting deeper. Soon it was mid-side, aud soon the horst-s were bob king up and down, barely touching bot tom, and the men were cooning it, or riding monkey-fashion. They probably would have made she riffle, but one of the horses stumbled and fell and with its rider disappeared beneath the icy flood. The horse soon reappeared but the man, it was feared, was drowned, but he finally came to the surface hold ing to the tail of his horse. In that condition he was towed ashore, where r i took an inventory and found himself half drowned, chilled nearly to death, his hat gone.horse loose ou the commons but then be had saved fifteen cents. Earl Russell wa for half a century the President of the British and Foreign School Society, and the fiftieth anniver sary of his election was celebrated a few days before his death. Bertlia Von Hillern. Lady admirers of the little German must remember that she accomplishes her wonderful feats of endurance only after months of perseverance and self denial. To rise at 7 o'clock, take a raw egg aud crust of bread, and start off ou a ten-mile trauip before breakfast, would, as a rule, cool the ardor of any but the nio-t ambitious amateur. Fol lowing this exercise comes her daily bath, and then a substantial breakfast of rare beef, boiled potatoes, oat meal and stale bread. Pastry and the pro fessional pedestrian are enemies. Breakfast over comes three or four hours of rest and reading, together with her favorite pastime, painting. She also entertains as well as she Is able in her imperfect English, any of her lady friends who may call. One o'clock liuds her again on the road. If the air is bracing and the traveling good, she roams the surrounding coun try for twelve or fifteen miles, this ex ercise being indispensable to harden the limbs and develop the muscles to that rigid, compact condition necessary to withstand fatigue. Then follows her dinner, for which, as may be read ily understood, she has an excellent apjietite. In preparing for a long walk, Miss Von Hillern invariably retires at 10, after partaking of a light supier. The greatest care is taken ot her feet. After every walk, either in a public trial or upon her daily exercise, these are sub jected to a cold bath of salt water which hardens the cuticle and makes them tough aud strong. Her feet are perfect, and quite small, requiring a 2lt shoe, although her walking shoes are considerably larger. Her stockings for her long walks are carefully se lected, and without seams, and in put ting them ou great care is exercised to avoid folds and wrinkles. They are supported by elastic straps, attached to suspenders, over the shoulders. Her walking shoes are of soit goat skin, laced high about the ankles, with broad aud firm soles, and low, broad heels. The shoes are an inch longer than the foot, aud allow it all possible freedom. Miss Von Hillern, while on the track, subsists almost entirely upon strong beef tea and the raw yolk of eggs, with prune water and seltzer to quench thirst. She is very rigid in re fusing stimulants, not even allowing the use of whiskey in her shoes, as is the custom w ith most pedestrians, and will not tolerate the smell of liquors about her. Site is a surprise to all who look iimii her for the first time, for the stranger has pictured an entirely dif ferent ierson. Instead of an Amazon he sees before him a petite being, scarcely five feet iu height, weighing but lotf pounds, a pi- tHre of health and with a form so muscular aud compact as to denote strength in every move ment. Javanese Ladies. The degree of emancipation enjoyed by Javanese ladies was strikingly illus trated during an interview most politely granted to us by the Sultan of Djokjo karta. Attired according to etiqueue in full evening costume, although it was an early hour iu the morning, we were conducted by the Dutch officer in command of the Sultan's horse-guards into the iumost court of the far-spreading "kraton,"or palace inclosure. with in which 3,000 people reside. Except a few seutries, and one or two officials stripped to the waist in Javanese court fashion, not a man was visible in any of the squares through which we passed, and when we reached the au dience chamber there sat his Highness, without courtiers or attendants; but, to our extreme amazement, six charming young ladies were seated in a row on his left hand. We scarcely ventured to look at them, unveiled as they were, but our Dutch friend, after introducing us to the Sultan, with whom w shook bands, quietly remarked, "Xow you must shake hands with the Princesses, with all of them ; they expect you to do so." fresh from Indian durbars. where a mere allusion to the invisible occupants of the zenana would be a breach of decorum, we could hardly trust our eyes aud ears; but each young lady held out her band with a pleasant smile, aud we were afterward seated be tween the Sultan aud his blooming family of daughters. Attendants, liter ally crawling upon the door, now ap proached the august presence, bringing tea, wbich was dispensed to us by the royal damsels, almost as if we had been in an English drawing-room at 5 o'clock n the afternoon. Unfortunately our conversation was somewhat restricted, as the English idea could only reach the Javanese mind after undergoing four translations, either oral or mental, through the obliging Dutch Captain, who Interpreted in French and Malay. Meanwhile, the sound of music attract ed our attention, and the Saltan courte ously suggested that we might like to see a little more of his palace. We found that the music proceeded from a large open pavilion, where the Queen, or principal Sultana, was engaged in superintending a dancing lesson. The pupils were the daughters of court dignitaries and nobles, more than 20 in number, all very young, and evidently taking the greatest pains in the perfor mance of their graceful position drill. The dancing was accompanied by sing ing and by the pleasing notes of the ganielong," which may be described as the Javanese piano-forte, played by women seated on the floor, and produc ing a liquid melody peculiar to Itself, and very different from the harsh dis cordance of Oriental music in general. The youthful figures of the girls in their bright and elegant drapery, their ear nest faces and elaborate movements, together with the melodious orchestra, combined to render this by far the most pleasing nautch wbich I have yet seen anywhere in the East, although it was merely a private performance of begin ners. The Queen wa seated on the floor beside a low table, playing at cards with her maids of honor, and received ns most graciously, inviting us to In spect everything, even to his Highness' private apartments, and In fact to make ourselves quite at home. The whole affair was like a scene out of Alice Wonderlnnd and we almost expected to be addressed by one of the Sultan's many large dogs, or the tame crested pigeons as heavy as hen-turkeys. We were three European gentlemen alone (for the Sultan did not accompany us) in a zenana, received by the inmates with friendly, unembarrassed polite ness, and allowed to wander at will through marble halls open on all sides to the light of day ; there were no lat. tices, no veils, no guards, not even duennas, for all the ladies were young, and many of them very good-looking. To my companion, a member of the In dian Civil Service, thoroughly familiar with Indian habits and ideas, this klud ly reception en famiile by the Sultan of Djokjokarta was a new and surprising experience. In Hiudostan, the Mussul man religion is professed by a small minority only; but Mussulman ideas as to the seclusion of womeu have a far more general acceptance, although quite foreign to Hindoo traditions and customs. Mrixed by n Devil Klsh. Early in August 1S77. a party of Cape Flattery or Makaw Indians, returning from a visit to their friends (the Souglsh of Victoria), encamped the first after noon out on the beautiful Bay of Met chosen.V.I. The weather being very fine, most of the party went bathing, and among the number a maiden of perhaps eighteen summers, who had accompanied her grandfathsr on the trip. Desiring seclusion, she went round a point away from the other bathers, and being known as a bold swimmer, is supposed to have taken a header into deeper water. However taken, it proved to have been a plunge into the arms of death, for when the swimmers reassembled around the camp-fire the girl was misted, and, not withstanding a diligent search that evening, could not be found. The fol lowing morning with sad hearts the party left; but very soon those in the fore-most canoe, on rounding the first point, saw (the water being calm and clear) a human body as if seated on the sandy sea bottom, with what seemed like a flour bag immediately behind it. The natives knew what this meant. As soon as the canoes got together, two of the most active young meu managed with daggers so as to disable the mon ster (for It was a gigantic devilfish) that the octopus with Irs victim was brought to the surface. The foregoing facts have been communicated to our in formant by an intelligent and respect able half-breed woman from Metchosen, who saw the body of the drowned girl with some of the prehensile ot the mol lusk still adhering to it. She compared the head of the octopus In size to that of a fifty pound flour sack, full; and said that the tentacles were twelve in num ber, of different sizes, and the largest about the circumference of a man's arm. 'Tin-Money In Paris. When Dr. E. X. Kirk, in 15.17. pur chased the ground for the American Chapel in Paris, and had called upon the lady who owned the land to pay his money anil take the deed, he was met by an unexpected 'difficulty : "When the last signatures were about to be made, the daughter, turning to me, ob served, 'You intend, of course, to pay the pin-money ?' 'Pin-money!' I re plied; 'what do you mean by that?' 'Why, sir, every transfer of property is accompanied by a gift of pin-money to the ladies of the family.' My Yan kee blood was stirred, and I believe I spent one hour discussing that subject with her. I bezan with logic: "Madame, I am but an agent. The money is not mine to give. I have made for my employers a fair bargain with your mother to pay a definite sum for her land. I am ready to fulfil my part of the contract when she is ready to fulfil here. Givingmoneytoyou.fr any one else, has nothing to do with the affair.' 'Sir, it is the custom of our country to pay pin -money f only a cow is purchased.' Seeing my efforts were vain, I took up my hat. bade the ladles good-morning, and nodded to my attendants, retiring with as many bows as the Frenchmaa from the scene. Xow the contest was be tween mother and daughter. The diffi culty was speedily surmounted. See ing that bag of silver carried from the room, the finer sensibilities of the mother were overcome, and a servant was sent to call me back There was no more about Fepi'njte.' The papers were signed, and the site of the Ameri can Chapel was secured." Old Popular Superstition. White specks on the nails are luck. Whoever reads epitaphs loses his memory. To eat when a bell is tolling for a fun eral causes toothache. The crowing of a heu Indicates some approaching disaster. When a mouse gnaws a gown some misfortune may be apprehended. When children play soldiers on the roadside it forbodes the approach of war Beggar's bread should be given to children who are slow in learning to speak. He who proposes moving into a new house must send in beforehand bread and a new broom. Whoever sneezes at an early hour either hears some news or receives some present the same day. The first tooth cast by a child should be swallowed by the mother to Insure a new growth of teeth. Buttoning the coat awry or drawing on a stocking inside out causes matters to go wrong daring the day. When a stranger enters a room he should be obliged to seat himself, if only for a moment, as he otherwise takes away the children's sleep with him. The following are omens of death : A dog scratching on the floor, or howl ing in a particular manner, and owls hooting in the neighborhood of tha bouse. V It 9
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