1IWW B. F. SCHWEIER, TEE OOISTITUTIOI THE U1I0I AID TEE UTOSXJSXZST 01 THE LAVS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXVI. MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 12. 1882. NO. 14 VANISHED. 6one ars the beautiful dreama of the past, Vsnlslie4 and buried from light, I knew toe wen all too happy to last, till I claiped UHm to ma, dose and fast Till laey pariahad In darkness and bleat. O, Ufa waa ao pleataat and lora ao sweet Tse days a lone and bright : I lore your outstretched hand to maet Whae mj heart with lovt and laughter beat, Yoa yon vera my life and light. But now yon are lying calmly at rest. Tour haada ao white and chill Are foidad peacefully over your breast While L, with a spirit of sad unrest, "A'ander up to j.ur grave on the hill. 1 think how I saw you last, as you lay So calm and stately and fair. Tour memory maketh all my day, I see you e ear b'.ue eyes alway And lour misty golden hair. . Oh. I hear your voice, I clasp yonr hand But awake the dream has fled And I am alone in this desolate land This dreary desert of burning aand. And you, my darling, are dead. liE COrrERISG PET. I waa wandering through the suburbs of one of our smallest and most venera ble seaport tovxa, when I came upon the graveyard. One of the graves par ticularly attracted my attention. It was covered by a large and flat stone, which bore an lnscnotion reading as follows . "Here lie the body and wordly sub stance of Capta'n William Mereen, a akipper of this port, and father of Polly Mereen who sailed from here in the Cop pering Pet in June, 1869. In 1801 he was born in tbs town, where he died in 1871. The body shall remain here until resurrected by the last trumpet, and the worldly substance shall stay with it until his daughter Polly shall raise this stone and take from under it her own." As I waa turning away from the grave I saw on the road an elderly man ap proaching. I had met him before. He was a weather beaten personage, with a seafaring demeanor, and Lis name was Wonderment Sanchez. I saw he was in a hurry, but I stopped him and asked if he could explain the inscription on this tomb. "It's cur'us," lie said, "that you should ask me such a thing at this time. The Copperin' Pet is lyiu' off the bar; I've been a watchin' fur her fur years, and I rau't be mistook in her. She'll come over at high water, and I've been to hunt our pilots, but all three of 'em have gone up the river fishing. I'm no pilot, but I'm going over to th Pet in my boat. The Captain ought to know the bar, fur he was raised here.and per haps he'll bring her in himself. . If you like I'll ta-e you out with me, and I'll tell Ton all aixrat tliat tombstone on the way." I replied that nothing would please m better, and in fifteen minutes we were rowing over the harbor toward the bar, -Billy Mereen," said Wonderment, "was an old friend of mine. He made many voyages and brought back many cur'us things, principally made out of whales' jaw bones. 11 had a great lik ing for such matters, and he'd had his own bonea made of whales' jaws if he could a done it He had cne child, named Polly, and her mother uied when she was little. Nine years ago. when Polly was eighteen, she married young Alba, of this town, and saiied away, as is stated on tha. stone. Two years after that the old man died, and he left all he had to Polly. As I've been told, every thin' was turned into money, which was put into an iron box, and buried under his grave stone. Aocordin' to directions he left, the money is to wait there fnr her fur a hundred years, fnr some of the women alereens live a long time. If she don't come fur it in the hundred years, the money is to be given to the oldest man in the town, and when he dies to the oldest on left, and so on until it's all gone 1 thought old Billy Mereen was the most foolish testator I had yet heard of, but I did not any so. I suggested bow aver, tt at the iron box might be stolen. "Some folks think." said the old runs, "that there's nothin' much in that box, and some folks thinks there's lots. But however 'tis, there's no man in this town would touch that grave." I was greatly interested in this story, and was almost as anxious as old Won derment himself to get out to the Cop pering Pet and see what would come of italL We were soon out to sea, and as we approached the vessel I saw that Won derment had Hot been mistaken. Her name, the Coppering Pet, was painted in fresh white letters on her bow. As she lay to, before a moderate breeze we were soon on board. When we reached the dock Wonder ment asked for the Captain. "All right, sir!" said a sailor, "she is coming." She! The old man and I opened wide our eyes, but none too wide for the Bight we saw. Up a short companion way there Btepped a young woman, who, with a quick and sea trimmed step, came toward us. She wore a close fit ting dress of blue and a broad straw hat "Why, if this isn't Wonderment 1" she exclaimed, advancing toward the old mui with outstretched Lands. "I'm real glad to see you, Polly," said Wonderment ; "You're looking finely. And how's " "He is not living," said Polly, quiet ly. "I am so glad you come on board. This is your friend. I suppose." Wonderment introduced me. Come into the cabin," she said, "and I will tell yuU everything that has happened." When t wo glasses of grog had been brought. Tolly told her story. It was not a very long one. Her husband had died about three years after they first sailed away in the Coppering Pet ihia happened when thev were in the Japanese seas. She would have sold the vessel and returned to her home, but she found it was not easy to make suitable arrangements of this kind ; and then, before any p an could be carried out she heard of her father's death. When she recovered from this new shock she did not want to come home, and if she sold her vessel, she felt that she would have no abiding place in this world, so she determined to keep the Coppering Pet, the only home she had. and having a competent mat) and a good crew, and being accompanied by a middle aged Scotch woman, who aotod as both maid and companion, aha had sailed and traded in those Eastern wat ers until a few montha ago, when she had determined to see once more her native town. While Captain Tolly was speaking I had watched her closely. She waa really & very handsome woman and her face waa very little sunburned. "And bow," she said, "I want to hoar every thing that has happened here." Thereupon Wonderment told the story of Captain Mereen's death and the sin gular disposition of his worldly sub stance. "This is a strange story," said Cap tain Tolly, "and I must think it over before I say anything about it. And now, Wonderment, did you come out to take Tet over Jhe bar?" "I didn't come fur that," said the old man, inspired by the grog; "but, though I'm not a pilot by trade, I've been over this bar back'ards and for'ards as often as any man livin'. If any one of the reglar pilots had been in town I sup pose they'd a come; but they're away, and here I stand ready for the job." "All right," said Captain Tolly; "you shall take us over." I was not at all satisfied with this de cision. When he came aboard. Won derment had supposed that Captain Alba was in command, and, knowing the channel, would scarcely need a pilot I took Captain Tolly aside and explain ed the matter to her. "It will soon be high water," she said, "and I don't want to wait outside twelve hours more. There is nobody else here, and I am certain old Wonderment would not offer to pilot us if he did not know the bar. He can't help knowing it; he has lived here all his life." It was not long after this that the sails were set to a fresh southeastern breeze, and we were steadily moving along toward the narrow entrance to the harbor. Wonderment stood leaning against the foremast, his feet wide apart, and his frequent orders were passed to the man at the wheel. We had now al most reached the bar. On either side of ns stretched a long expanse of sandy beach, with a gentle surf rolling up on it "Hard-a-port! Starbu'd! Hard-star-bu'd Starbu'd! D !" shouted Won derment And then there was a grate and a grind, and the vessel stopped. We were aground on the north beach. The next day after this I was sitting with Tolly in the parlor of a little house in the town where she had taken lodg ings. Captain Tolly was much troubled, but kept up a good heart and blamed only herself for trusting Wonderment 1 felt anxious to help her in every way that I could, -and I was now discussing with her what was best to be done. The Coppering Tet was high and firm upon the north beach. Every effort had been made by the crew and the inhabitants of the town to get her off, but all were un availing. It had been decided to send to a more northern port for a steam tug. and iu the meantime Tolly and her wo man, Sarah, had taken lodgings in the town. Two weeks elapsed during which the Coppering Tet remained firm upon the beach. The tug had arrived, but it hsd been found to small too move the vessel. Another and larger one had been sent for, and in the meantime the cargo was being taken out and removed to the town in lighters. Dnnng this time I saw much of Tolly, and became indeed, her most trusted adviser. She had no relatives in the town and turned to me as if I had been an old friend. To me she was a very charming woman, and I soon became more than a friend. One day I told my love. Tolly listen ed to me very quietly. "I am glad you told roe this, she said, "after you know how poor I am, but I can not consent to drag you down. "Pollv, 1 cried, "this has ceased to be a question of poverty or riches, All I ask is this do you love me? I looked in her eyes, and then I toak her in my arms. The matter was settled. Jn the conne oi another week the larger tug had arrived, and during three high tides it hauled and pulled at the stranded Tet, but was salable to move her. Her Captain had been paid with a portion of the cargo, sold at a sacri fice in the town, and he had gone away. hen everything had been done, and Tolly's affairs had been placed in the hands of a responsible business man of the town, Tolly and I were married. . It was not necessary for ns to stay at this place any longer. The Tet wonld be disposed of to the best advantage,anI the crew would remain in the town until money should come to pay them off. -. It was our last dsy in the old town, and as we were walking along the water front of town we saw a little boat ap proaching, with a man in it rowing vio lently. "It s old Wonderment," said Tolly. And we stood to await his coming. He ran his boat ashore, and when he land ed and saw ns he was so excited he could scarcely speak. "She s off; he grasped; "the Copper ing Tet's afloat There was the highest tide this afternoon we've had lor seven year, and tne men working on Doara have got her on the beach. ne s an chored now just outside the bar." 'The Coppering Pet afloat! cned Folly. Kraspinc me by both hands, while her eyes sparkled with dt light "Where ever we go we go in her!" And g in her we did. On a lovely afternoon late in the sum mer we sailed out of the harbor. Owing to his repeated and earnest requests old onderment was with us; but thia time he did not pilot us over the bar. We sailed, and we sailed over summer seas and were very happy. One beautiful moonlight evening we were sitting on deck, old Wonderment near by. "Well," said Tolly, "I think, for poor people, we are about as happy and independent as anyuoay coma ue. "If you re poor, saia tne oiu man, it's vour owu fault Tour father left vou everythin' ne was wortt,andallyou had to do was to take it" "If he had left me any thing in a regu lar way," said Tolly, quietly, "I should have been glad to have it But I will never dig in his grave to see what I can find. I am glad that every tempta tion of the kind is left far behind us. "'Tain't so far behind either," said Wonderment "A you are actin through agenta, I made myself your agent in this thing, and here's the box." And he dramatically arose ana puiuieu to a small iron box on wnicn ne nau been sitting. Tolly sprang to her feet, her eyes ablaze. "Wonderment," she cried, threw that box overboard! "All ihrht" said the old man; and over the traffrafl it went with a splash. Breathing hard, but saying nothing. Pnllv entered the cabin. Half an hour afterwards I stood on the deck with the old man. Wonderment" I said, "you aid not show much prudence in forcing that box so suddenly upon Tolly. You should have told me of it, and nave ie me hnV the matter gradually to her." "Porhana I didn't show much pru dence in speaking so plumb,' said he, "but I allowed some when I made the line fast to the lsw'ard handle of the box, before I said a word about 'i I've Hauled her on board agen. The next morning I talked to Pollv on the subject "Perhaps I was too hasty," she said, "but I was angry. If my father wanted me have the box it may be that I should have taken it" " W ell, you can take it now." I said. And then 1 told her about the line on the leeward handle. We went into the cabin, where upon a table stood the box which I had opened. "Yes," said Tolly, looking into the oox, "i remember them well. Thev are all made of whales' jaw bones. Some of them are spectacle cases and some to bacco boxes, and some I suppose, in tended to Hold matches. And now hope that you and Wonderment are sat isfied. "If I was you," said the old man. go ing up to the box, "I'd see what was in these boxes." And one by one ha open ed them and emptied the gold coins they oontained upon the table. "Xow " said be. "I'm satisfied too " Manifestation of Fear. It is said that the ivnperor Charles V., reading an epitaph, "here lies one who never knew fear," remarked, "Then be never snuffed a candle with tis finger. It is certainly somewhat absurd, though a ravonte claim for a popular hero, that "he never knew fear. Ao one possessing numan nerves and brain could say this with truth. That a brave man never yields to the emotion may be true enough; but to ay"thal at no period of his life he expert enced fear is simply impossible. As Lord Lvtton expresses it : "It names man not to feel mans martal fear. A, NIHUn UU UUIJ II liUU ivar suouue. i nere is a story oi a young recruit in the thirty years' war going into action for the first time in his life in the highest spirits. ' "Look at Johann, remarked one of his comrades, as the troops were drawn up ready to charge, "ue is fud of jokes; how brave bei&j' "Not at all, replu d the veteran a It! reused: "ha knows nothing cf what is coming. You and J, old co in rude, are far braver ; we still sit on our hordes, though we are terribly afraid." . Fear certainly is one of the most -.irrational cf the passions. It is not alwavs excited by the presence of dancer. Men who can be cool and collected iu cases of real perd will tremble sf. some fai.citul alarm. The duke of Schonberg could face an enemy with ready courage, but fled from the room if he saw a cat in it A very brave French officer fainted at the tight ot a mouse. The author of tbe "Turkish Spy" states that if he had a sword in his hand he would raiher en counter a lion in the desert than be alone in a room with a spider. Many people Lave fimiliar fanciful antipathies, which excite their fears in a manner real danger would be powerle-s to do. Fear ot in fection is a rt'Ciil that embitters the lives of many sensible peop'e. There is a legend of an eastern deivish, who, know iog that the plague was about to visit a certain city, bargained with the disease that only a (pacified number of victims should fall. When twice the number perished, the plague exp'ained its apparent oreach of contract by asserting "fear killed the rest. " In all times of epidemics doctors can tell similar tales. During the great plague of 1663-6, an anfortunate man died purely from fright ; a practica1 j ter who met him in the a-reel pretended to discover the fatal "spots" upon him, and the poor man went home and died, not of tbe disease, but of sheer terror. A long obituary list might be compiled of the victims of ftar; from the criminal in tne middle ages, who reprieved after be had laid his bead on the block, was found to have died ere the axe could touch him, down to the poor nun mentioned by Horace Walpole, whose disreputable abbess liter ally "frightened her to death" by visiting her at wght and telling her that she was dying. m Earth and Moon. Dr. Bill recently gave an Interesting sketch of the action and reaction of the earth and moon, and the effect of this upon tbe length of tbe day. While the day, said Dr. Bill, was gradually length ening, through tbe moon's action on the tides, the earth reacted on the moon and drove it farther and farther away. The circle descnlted by the moon was, there fgnh, gradually increasing, aad thus tbe ay waigitliag longer and longer as the moon was- receding farther and t&rther. It they looked back to earlieer periods, the moon, must, therefore, have been closer and closer t the earth the farther they went' back. At one epoch, which he put at about two hundred and fifty million of years, the moon must have been veiy close to the earth, and then the day, instead of being twenty-four hours, would only be Uiree hours long. The closer the moon was to the ' earth tbe more quickly it re volved; and, looking back to that remote period, they had the extraordinary stale of things in which the earth was spinning round once in every three hours, and the moon rota'.ing once in three hours also. At that time the eirth was really a mass of semi-molten matter, an 1 if the oceans were at all, thy were suspended in vap around it Dr. Bill showed that the nearer the moon to the earth the greater was the rise of the tide; and he calculated that, when the moon was so near to the earth, the tide must have been two hun- dred and sixteen times as great as me present time. Uising two hundred and forty fret high, the tides would have washed over the whole of England. Heart nz Ponies. a n a nn.1 ntuh located near Leon R.tut rniintv. Texas, has been fitted for tbe breeding of ponies for saddls purposes. the owner proposes w raise Shetland ponies and a particular spotted horse, which he claims can be made c paying business in the glorious climate of Texas. There are on the ranch forty-five Shetland mares and 100 Zjcetecas ponies, all for bleeding purposes. Tne Zicetecas, Mexican ponies, are a small, hardy race of pomes, raised in tne mountains oi mwi, .-.i n nnivorallv vctoA saddle Dooies. B11U ' ' M J r - These Zicetecas mares are all spotted pomes, just suited tot cniioren. ine dj T....H ar.h nH ZtretecasDomesarehardy as a eoat, and cost no more to raise. They roam over the large pastures like a flock of sheep, and present a novel awpect They are very gentle. You can Valk up to them anywhere ana cm;u any oucui mau ilr' Koaub intends to raise them to be very docile, and break them to tbe saddle k.. mrhilo vnnni. Thev are intend ed to be pets. In a conversation with Mr. Knaub, who isentnusiusuc id ms uumucsb, k- --- tt h i. ooinir to breed a race of uc mu - - r o spotted ponies to please the children. He is not catering to me tastes oi any uiu peo ni. h vihni tn furnish the children of tne country with ponies just suited to their wan US and to enauie meui to uuc eaexeue of horseback riding on a beautiful pet pony. Jonns TkaaksTivluc- John Mitsbell was an old bacfalor ; yea. the most confirmed of old bachelors; at least tne world said so, for be had never been known during his five years' stay In tbe city to wait upon a lady or to mingle In society at all. People wondered at it. too, for be was tall and fine-looking. with a pleasant face, large gray eyes that could flash wnen animated ; in tact, he was one that, judging from personal appearances, bad no.rignl to shun society. ome said be was bashful ; others, that he had been lilted and had turned woman hater. Men said it was a shame if it was the case, for he was as noble hearted a fellow as ever lived. let the world was half right in its surmises ; John Mitchell could look back through the miaU of five years, and see himself, not as he is now, a promising merchant, but a poor country boy, struggling for an education that would fit him fr a higher place in the world. v Ah! It was, shall I say an evil day when Agnes Barnard came to that quiet little village. A young girl just from tbe city. schooled in all the arts of coquetry, bright and sparkling, with a fascination about her that was irresistible, and while John Mitchell was gazing into those dark eyes be forgot that they could be untrue, forgot that they had miled as tenderly upon others. Yet Agnes Barnard was not a bad woaian at heart, she was only what her education had made her. She would have been true could she have cast off the chains tbe world had thrown around her, making her sacrifice her best feelings for pomp and show. There were times when she felt her own littleness, felt that there was something better worth striving for than to reign a star in fashionable life and coquette that she was, this man had awakened a deep interest in her heart lie wss so true, so noble, so different from the shallow-hearted men that she had known all her life, and as time rolled on she was forced to ackuowlege to herself that she loved John Mitchell; but could she marry him? She weighed the question well in her mind. Could she give up the handsome establishment that waa waiting to be hers, as soon as she consented to be come Archer Deane's wife, the old gray- b ai red banker, worth half a million, and settle down in that blue obscure village for life I She shook her head. The sacrifice was too great. Could she tell him this f No! and she closed her eyes against the vision of tbe future, that in spite of all efforts to prevent it, would float before her mind, and reveled on in the bliss of the present Ah I they were happy days. Earth and all its vanities seemed so far away ; and in after yeai-s the remembrance of those days came back to her as a bright oasis in the desert of her life. And John Mitchell, no one could tell the worth of those days to him. He lived in a world of his own cre ation, where sunshine was perpetual. What if he were poor I Enrth held no impossibilities while his life was bounded by her love. But the truth must be known at last Agnes Knew that her dream was oyer when he pleaded his love. Oh! it seemed so cruel to blast his hopes. But she told him all ;. told -him .how she loved him, but could not marry him. Told him to hate her to cast her from his memory ; that she was not worthy of bis slightest thought, and then offered back with tears, the ring he had given her. ' Xo, keep it, said he, 'and if in after years you should regret the words you have said to me, this ring will recall me.' And they started ; she to bar home, and he to a city to become a clerk in a store. Ue gtve up his studies, for tbey held no pleasure for him cow ; the world had be come av-Jblank, and he sought relief in labor. Three long years passed. John Mitch ell was but a clerk still , but be had- faith fully performed his duties and won the esteem and confidence of his employers, and 'one morning be found himself junior partner of the firm. At last his efforts had been crowned with success, but be was not happy. The old dream- was not dead, though he tried hard to bury it in oblivion. There arerspme so constituted that noth ing, not even time, can efface their ' first love. Such was John Mitchell. He saw Agnes Barnard, not as others saw her a gay, worldly woman out one nnuer whose surtace-vaiuty mere giowea a warm, true heart ; and although he pitted her because her moral courage was so weak, yet ha loved her as fervently as he had in the days long since gone by, and 1 he knew that wherever Agnes was, "she wss suffering as greatly as be. It was Thanksgiving uay, John allien- ell stood at a window of the store gazing out on the passers-by, but he was think-' irg of the past, thinking of a Thanksgiv ing Day years ego, whan the earth seemed to hold so much happiness for him. Then he was poor, now he was rich; but oh! how changed. It was with reluctance that he bade adieu to dreamland, and taking the letters tbe carrier handed him, ran his eye care lessly over them ; but his heart gave a sudden thrill when he glanced at a small white envelope directed iu a manner that looked familiar, in the spite of tbe years that had passed since he bad seen it Hastily tearing it open, he read : "Deab Johs: 1 am in your city. Ton once said that if ever I regretted the words I said to you, this ring would bring you back. I tried to forget you; tried to be happy in the way that 1 tad chosen; but I could not, and if suflenng can maKe an atonement 1 have atoned. Here is the ring. Come to me, and let this day be a real tbantegsving. "ASKES liARSAKD." The earth receded, heaven came down, and in a moment John Mitchell wu among his castles in Spain, prominent among whieh was tbe dark-eyed, laugh ing-faced brunette, that had been the idol of his y(-uth. An hour later John Mitchell held Agnes Bernard to his arms, all pride vanished from her heart, all csre from bis, and looking down in her face he fondly kissed her lips and said : "This, in deed, has been a day of ibanKs- giving." There is a new theory as to to the cause of earthquakes. It is suggetted that in many instances thev may be caused by a great variation in the pressure of the at mosphere. Wben it is remembered that on an acre of land the weight of the super incumbent air is 40,120 tons, w ith tbe ba rometer at 29 1 inches, and that a fall of an inch, such as occurred in the October hurricane sudden1 v diminished tbe pressure on every acre in Great Britain by 1360 tons, it is obvious that compressed gases would exert increased tores in disturbing the soil, la colleiles a low barometer is, from this cause, a herald of danger; and it is found that tha springs in chalk districts increase their flow when the barometer fails, so that the millers are able to foreteli the coming of rain from the aogmentatiop -f the stream. "Sbo ru auld acquaintance be forgot? " Not if they have money. The Golden Crown. A few years ago 1 wss advised by my physician to try the effect of the waters ot that taautirul place in Germany, spa The noise, the gayety, and the constant fates were, however not in unison with my spirits, and produced so enervating a re sult that instead of curing me, I grad ually became worse. I therefore sought a calm country retirement where I could enjoy nature's loveliness, and make ex cursions to the villages in the neighbor hood. On one bright day I was stroling through the hamlet of Walbere, where the small population of 200 or 300 inhabitants were holding their annual feast A level, hard piece of ground, with no other roof than the blue sky, surrounded by wooden benches, served for a ball-room. Dane ing needed no midnight excitement, for it began at 2 o'clock and ended with the departing day-light. Tall, robust girls, m holiday costumes, fitting subjects for the pencil of Rubens ; anu young men with cheerful faces, were looking earnestly in one direction, where I could dieetrn nothing but a deep sandy road, unshaded by trees. A murmur of impatience waa beard through the confused sound of voices. Who are thev expecting t" I asked of an old matron seated at the end ot a bench. "Eh, parbleu, they are waiting for the dear old Father, . He is always so exact and the children would have been dancing by this time had he not been delayed.' I understood, then, that she was speak ing of tbe village fiddler, and remarked a sort of dais raised within tbe circle. It was ecmposed of a board laid on two bar rels, and the chair placed on it seemed ashamed of its solitude ; an old desk stood before it, to hold the music. Soon a joy ous hurrah came from tbe peanuts, and I perceived a poor old man, nobbling pain fully through the dust -His head was nearly bald, bat his form was massive, and tbe face was still handsome. He ap peared to be about 80, yet his eye. still re. talned tbe softned rejection of its youth ful fire. His smile was all goodness as he affectionately pressed the hands ot the young ones who gathered around him. A country mimstrcl seldom pleases the refined taste; and, to escape from the noise and intense heat I turned away to a small group of benches, and began to read the book which wss my constant companion. Presently I heard sounds so soft, penetrating and sweet, that the memory of them will never be effaced. It was one of Weber's waltzes, executed by a master's band on an excellent violin. 1 arose to return as if by magnetic attrac tion, and walked beside two peasants who were -on their way to the feast I remarked: "It is impossible to waltz to a tone played to slowly." "You are right," replied the young man; but in the Intervals of the country dances we often ask the old father to play us some of his airs, and he never refuses. Ah ! air, they moved us to the heart, just as wife shake the grain under the flail. There arc some ot eur girls who cannot help creeping as they listen." 1 hastened forward and was soon below the desk; '""friend," 1 said, without prtambte, are a-ftrrat musician." "1 was so a long time ago, sir or, at least, they flattered me by saying so ; but now the airs that 1 play to those good people are only the rememberances of youthful follies." JSob'e lollies that 1 wish 1 had com mitted," replied I to this singular old man. "Will you favor me with your company at breakfast to-morrow morning at the bouse where 1 am staying I A thousand thanks, but I never take a mssl out of my own house ; it is an old man's fancy. I ought to be as proud as a a young man, at 82 years of age. But 1 perceive that you are a musician, so we are brothers. If yoa will extend your walk to the little vdlage of Uoth, over the flowery turf, you will hear the birds sing ing in the branches, which Is far finer than Weber's waltz, and when you reach my house I will rive you fresh eggs and water from the hills." "To-morrow I will come," said L press ing tha old man cordially by the band more pleased with tbe invitation than if it had been to one of the grandest chateaux. Ten o'clock on the following day found me before a delatctied cottage, clean, small, and pleasantly shaded, beside a running stream, The old man came to meet me, and his table was spread with the best fare be could provide. When 1 asked him about his name, he said : "Sir, the peasant's have given me the name of the Father, because as you can guess I am still cheerful in my old age, but my real name is Vranel. 'The teaober of Weber, the chapel master to the King of Bavaria !" "Why not?" "Tbe illustrious Yangrel now changed to a village minstrel ," "By my own choice, dear sir, which proves to you that Vrangel is a Christian philosopher. Music has been the passion of my life, but it has caused me unspeaka ble sorrow and disappointment. I was tha King's professor, and he loaded me with money and honors. I taught tbe noblest women in my country, and tbey paid tor their lessons with gold. ' I have riven my children and grandchildren a love for the best music, the feeling whieh makes it eloquent, the science which gives it cor rectness. Thus I know that my life has not been useless ; I have gained tbe great est prize, which 1 would not exchange for anything that earth could offer." "And what is this prize?" 1 asked. ' "Come with me,"ssid the old man, leading the way to another apartment 1 entered a very small, whitewashed room, where a walaut-wood bed concealed by curtains filled a space. He drew these back, and I saw a godenl crown of a laurel in a frame. Beneath was written : "To my friend and excellent profess 5r, Vran gel. Weber." . "sir," said the old man, with trembling voice, "this is the crown that tbe Bava rian romposers sent to Weber after they bad heard 'Der Freischutz', the finest oi his works." "From that time, added he, "every thing was aga:nst me. I lost my wite and the voungest of my sona. The envy of others was the cause of my dismissal from my post as chapel-master. A banker in whose hands I hsd placed my savings was made a bankrupt, and my friends deserted me. Life became a weariness ; a sadness impossible to describe s- ized uFon me; the doctors ordered me to try the country air and quietness. I engaged a bouse near Spa, but the bustle of visitors reached me. Walking through the secluded lanes, 1 found this hamlet, where there are only forty or fifty honest laborers, and boucht a cottage. I love to see tbe young people dance to my music ; they do not pay me with money, but they never fonret to show then gratitude by sending me poultry, eggs and milk. I angle iu the s'ream when I fancy fish for dinner, and I can walk four leagues, without weariness, to any of the seven villages, when I am sent for to play my violin at marriages, bap tjsms fjKl feasts.'' "But" I said to this singular old man. " how can a man ot your intellectual powers, and accustomed to society lor so long a Itirne, deprive himself of all tbe pleasures of thought, of progress, of men tal advancement ? ' "My good friend, he replied, "every thing in society has changed men thiegs Mid ideas. What was once considered as tbe enjoyment of luxury, permitted only to those who possess large fortunes, has now became an imperious necessity to everv class. The vanity which is grafted into envy grows so rapidly in the field of the human heart that the good seed is choked. Each for himself, that gospel of egotism, is the universal religion. From the workman up to the capitalist, every one practices it - Tillages which are far from these commercial centres have not yet yielded to the plague. But it will ad vance and invade them, though 1 shall have gone to my rest before that occurs. Our peasants love their wives, their children and then fields ; but they never covet your horse, your house nor your servant Tbey have jus t opinions sincere friendships, true joy, and simple feelings. I admire their ignorance more than modern philosophy, and I am happier among these rustics who love me than I should be in those drawing rooms where they would ridicule me." -Our conversation was earned on for a longUme, and I promised to come and see him the following vear. I did so: but only to find tbe door closed. The pigeons were no longer on the roof ; no dog barked a friendly welcome. An old woacan I met told me that the musician bad died the previous February. All the villagers abound .had wept over his tomb. W hen his will was opened, it was foind that he had bequeathed 3,000 f ranees to each of the villages, his furniture to the old woman who waited on him. and his much-prized possession, the crown of Weber, to the city of Munich. This was all he possessed. "Tnere's Money In It." I wonder, remarked a diner at a res taurant in Chicago, who paused to give his jaws a rest from an attack on a St Pat rick chicken I wonder if there isn't money in raising chickens for the market? I wish this hen was alive so that I could get her views upon the matter, fnr she must have had a long and varied experience, with plenty of time for observation. W hat is to hinder a fellow from hatching 2,000 or 3,000 chickens, or, for that matter; any number, per month. With care and plenty of good food they would be ready for the market as spring chickens iu two r three months. 1 believe there's money in it and I'll be hanged if I'm not half inclined to go into tbe business." "Of course there's money in it," rejoined a friend sitting opposite, who was vainly trying to rend the muscle of a drumstick. "I know of a man who made $1,000 out of it over and asove all expenses, in a sin gle summer, and all he had to start with was about fifty old hens and roosters, and half a dozen big coops." "That's just Ihe idea!' exclaimed the first speaker, "that's where the money making conies in. He might just as well have saved the cost of keeping those old hens and roosters is not. What they ate in a year would have fattened 1,000 chick ens. An incubator can beat a hen out of sight at hatching eggs; batches nearly every one of them; and the chickens are stronger than those hitched by a hen, for tbe beat is constant and regular. That fellow could havn mad? $2,000 with an incubator." "I'm not so certain about that" said tbe other. "You see, a sort of cholera broke ant among the chickens, and most of them died. He didn't pay his rent, and one day his landlord went over there in a rage and fired the man, hencoops and all, out into the street He sued tie old man for damages in an action for trespass, and get a judgment in bis favor. That's how be made a thousand dollars by raising chickens," and the fowl assault wss re newed with higher temperature and signs of a calm. Leaden Collins. Two or three years ago it was our fate to inspect officially certain vaults in an ancient church of much histenoal interest that was undergoing repairs. The object was to ascertain beyond a doubt who had been buried in three leaden coffins. Tbey were doubtless great personages, but there was nothing to tell us who tbey were, and it was expected that we might find inscrip tions of seme kind to throw light on the subject Tbe coffins, though tbey had been originally as strong at lead could make them, had been entombed from a century to a century and a half. Their condition was lamentable. The lead was here and there broken into large fissures, through the forcible explosion of confined gases, and it was not difficult te distinguish the contents. All had been eml-almed, according to the best rules of art But the result showed how miserable had been the effort to secure an imitation of immor tality. The appearance of the bodies gen erally was that of ragged skeletons dipped in tar, black, horrible and repulsive; the whole a painful satire on the so-called em balming system. One of tbe bodies was that of a nobleman of high rank. To think of a man in his social position, who bad figured in gcrgeous pageants, being condemned after death, by the over-kind solicitude of relatives, to a fate too revolt big for description. Had he been a parish pauper he would have been buried in the earth, and his body would long since have moldered into dust while the exuberant gases would have been harmlessly wafted away in the gentle breezes thnt serve to give hfe to the world Ueicg a nobleman, he had been, by way ot distinction, laid in a leaden coffin and placed in a gloomy vault, liable to becorr.e a piteous spectacle to future eener.itions. One of these leaden coffins, more rent in pieces than the others, contained a form which was recognized by a medical gentleman present to be the re mains of a young female, probably a young lady of quality in her .day, admired for her beauty and the splendor of har long yellow tresses. W bat a fate had been hers. On tonehiua tbe head, a part of the scalp came aff, alocg with a stream of hair that doubtless had at one time been tbe pride of the wearer. Melancholy sight I And why had the body of this gentle creature with her flowing tresses been consigned to a condition that brought it under tne gaze of a body of official Investigators, more than a century after dissolution, instead ot being decorously laid in tbe dust, there to sink into the undisturbed rest tha: had been beneficently destined by its Creator? Let those who maintain the practice of en tombing in leaden coffins and vaults answer the question. Cardinal Manning refused to drink wine, though ordered to do so by his doctor. Rutherford B. Hayes is really pre sident this time of the Fremont Sav ings Bank. Clerk defalcations are numerous in New York, Queen Victoria nt Bom. One of the great charms of her Ma jesty has always been her voice. To the initiated the voice is always the clearest and moat unfailing index of character. In contemporary . literature we have repeated notes of admiration for this pure and peerless voice. "Lady de Dus tan villa was in the House of Fee re when the Queen first appeared. It was a most imposing sight Her voico was full, clear and aweet, and most distinctly heard." Passages of this kind might be multiplied.. Miss Fox cave some very pleasing incidents of the early days. "Uncle Charles dined with us. He waa delighted and dazzled by the display ou the Queen's day, and mentioned a right merry quib ble, perpetrated, by my Lord Albemarle who, on her Majesty saying, "I wonder if my good p ople of London are as glad to see me as I am to see them ?' pointed out as their immediate cockney answer to the quibble V. B," She relate tha touching incident that when the Queen drove one day to the Pork, just after a dastardly attempt, in fear of assassins tion, she "forbado her ladies to attend her and expose themselves to danger from which she would not shrink." Stockmar came over nearly every year to visit the Queen and the Prince, and almost entirely took the management of the whole menaze into his hands. He put all the details of the management of the royal household on a sort of phil osophical basis. He passed at will from the broadest generalizations on the British Constitution to the smallest de tails of the nursery. The organization and superintendence of the children's department occupied a considerable portion of Stockmar's time. Iu one of uis letters be writes: "The nursery gives me more trouble than the govern ment of a kingdom would do." We may mention that the little Princess (the Crown Princess of Prussia),now a wom an blooming with health ami life, was for many years a sickly child, whose rearing long seemed a matter ot doubt He found that an odious t ystem of red tapeism pervaded the management of the royal household. It was in the hands of three great state officers the Lord Steward, the Lord Chamberlain and the Master of the Home. These are always noblemen of high rank and great political position, who of course delegate all the practical duties into the hands of subordinates. The result was that all the tricks of the C rcumlocntdon Office were to be found in Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle. There was a great deal of the bow-not-to-do- it ele ment The outside of the Palace be longed to the deartment of Woods wd Forests, the inside cleaning of the win dows liclonged to the Lord Chamber- Iain's department, The Lord Steward lays the fire, and the Lord Chamberlain lights it The Lord Chamberlain pro vides the lamps, and the Lord Steward must clean, trim and light them. If a window-pane was broken, or a cupboard door went wrong, there was a whole se ries of formalities to be gone through before either could be mended. Stock mar complains that there was no one to receive visitors, and show them their rooms: and that they wandered about the corridors alone and unassisted. M. Ouizot relates that this was a circum stance which once actually happened to himself. It was through this Btato of things that the boy Jones was enabled at 1 o'clock iu the morning actually to hide himself.un.ler the sofa of the room next the Queen's bedroom, just after the birth of the Princess Royal. Once when the Queen was taken ill there was nobody whose business it was to attend to such a matter; until at last a domea tie had the presence of mind to hail a cab and to come to the door of Buckin gham Palace and to drive off to fetch a doctor. We have reason to believe that all the anomalies which Stockmar pointed out in his memorandum have been rectfiud. The royal household is now a model to every household in the kingdom. Its guests are made as comfortable as in the most home-like home in the land. Indeed, iu the pleasantness and freedom of the arrangements, Windsor Castle seems almost Libirty Hall to its viai tors. The Boroaess Buasen writes: "I have always likedhe visits at Windsor; the comfortable quiet and independence in which one could sneud as much time as one would of the day in one's own comfortable rooms, where I have written letters and rood books for which I had no time iu London. The period of state stiffness was often restricted within the narrowest imaginable bounds." She amusingly observes: "One must make n X. B. that when one visits queens, they give one everything but matches I was onco in the extreme of distress for one at Queen Adelaide's." Before par ting with Boron Stockmar, however, we must quote hi striking language res pecting the Queen: "The character of the Queen develops itself to great ad vantage. She giins doily in jndgement and experience. The candor truthful ness, homely aud fairness with which she iudges of men and things are really delightful; the impartial self-knowledge with which she speaks of herself is tho roughly charming. A Xeaern 1'iJtoL. Tbe Denver newspapers recently had accounts of an exploit by Comanche Bill, a border character, who swaggers about Colorado mining camps in a broad brim med hat long hair and buckskin clothes. Seeing a clerk in a store insult a girl he made her sit on the counter while tbe in sulter, coerced with the proximity of a cocked pistol, did penance by kissing tbe soles of her shoes. A few days afterward a sequel to this story was printed. The clerk came across Comanche Bdl In a sa loon, where both were unarmed and the spectators were impartial, and cooly gave him his choice between an apology and a fight The desperado tried in vain to cape and received a sound cape nmi rcutcu m wuuu iiir 'ling w which he offered but a feeble resistance. NEWS IX BBiEF. Arkansas claims twenty watering places. - . Chicago put np 500, 0O yards o mourning. Commodore Hoe, of the navy, is dangerously ill in Washington. " Mrs. Garfield received auother auto graph letter Jrom Queen Victoria. A Michigan woman has gone to England to bring back 300 servant gills. General G. T. Beauregard has been appoiuted Adjutant General of L oui a no. Ex-Governor Stanford of California has bonght the stallion Piedmont for $30,000. The first herrings of the season sold at the rata of $30 per 1.000 at Alexan dria. Va. Senator Edmunds is preparing a magazine paper tn the political aspects of Mormonism. Second- Licuteuaat Rollen A. Ives. of the Fifth Ar.ill.rv. died at Summit. X. J., recently. . The Empress of Austria will take a hunting seat' irrliutlandsuire, England, :or the coming season. span produces over 90.000.000 pounds of tea annually, and the yield is steadily iureosiug. Archbishop Pnrcell is reported by the Cincinnati Commrrcial to be "gradually passing away." Tanners' bark for hot lieds was first used try the Dutch, from whom England borrowed the idea iu 16NS. The rrnsswn government is to buv this year 20.300 tons of iron railroad sleepers at a cost of 533 a ton. In- early times shod and solmou were caught in large quantities in the Willimantic River as far up as Tolland. Among the Suxotis on Xew Year's day the "wassail bowl" was carried from door to door with song and merriment In 1C02 Bartholomew Gosnold. a mariuer of the wwd of England, discov ered and named the peninsular of Cape Cod. In the fourteenth century glass mirrors were extremely rar9 iu France, while metallic ones were in common use. The question is raised whether the business men wiio stomp their adver- ticements on silver coins ara amenable to law. Judge Folder was congratulated formally by hi fellow-citizens of Geneva, X. Y., npon hia amKiutiuent to the Treasury portfolio. ; It is said that Monsi-'nor Thomas J. Capel, the distinguished Roman Catho lic theologian of Englaud,wiil soon visit the United States." According to the laUst census re turns tha population of the Bulgarian Principality is now 1.9'j8.9S3. Of this number 16,025 are soldiers. The Texas and Pacific railway com pany have established an experimental farm, hopiug by ita prodnotivenew to rattrict settleis ti llreir taud. Tree planting is to be euconraged by the Northern Pacific by carrying fruit and ornamental treea free for actual settlers along the line of road. M'llais, tha artist, is a famous an- ' gler. In company with a friend he late ly killed on the Tay in one day twelve salmon, weighing 120 pounds. The value of the ivory consumed at Sheffield, where it is much used iu the handles of cutlery, is $140,000, and fifty people are engaged in working it The anthracite coal tonnage of Penn sylvania, for . January, was 1,8:13,910 tons gross. The corresponding figures af January, 1SS1, were 1,672,615 tons. Senator Johnntou. of Virginia, pro- posas to quit politics at the expiration of his presuut term. He says that while in Congress ha neglects hia private busi ness. Prinoa Victor, eldest son and hair of tha Prince Jerome Xapoleen,ia a stu dent at Heidelberg, and gives promise of attaining high rank in tne world o letters. 'The International Monetary Con ference, which last fall was unabla to ar rive at any practical result, as to reas semble at Pans on tha 12tli of April next Xot a single passenger has ever been killed on the Moiiila and Ohio rail road, which is 4'J0 miles, and has been - in operation for twenty-fiye or thirty years. Ihe Ontario Legislature voted a grant of $5000 to build a fence aloag tha river front at Niagara Falls, Ont, to prevent visitors and other from meeting with accidents falling over the precipice. It was suggested to them by the town authorities in the shape of a memorial The Lake Shore has contracted with Pitsburgh parties lor 3,000 tons of new steel rails. They will be used in renlac- fiig the old rails on that from Buffalo to Erie. The proprietor of a Iarze Florada hotel says that the greatest number of guests from the North have gray hair. One of the heiresses in Germonyis Countess Solms, a baby only a year od. She ho iately inherited the vast estates of her frrauiifutlier. Count Arnim- Zichow. In his expenm'ntJ with the strength of insects, Plateau, the French natura list, has ascertained that in proportion to its size a June bug is as powerful as a locomotive. Twelve thousand men are statxl to be work on tlio New York, West Shore and Buffalo, between Cornwall atd Syracuse, and the grading will le com pleted September 1st. The first steel roils ever used in this country were hud in August, 1S04, on the Philadelphia, WUmingtou and Bal timore. The greater part of these rails are still in the track. Prince Prisdong, of Siam, who is to visit this country soon, is well versed iu European manners, speaks English and French fluently, and is said to have a decided taste for literature and art Wooden shoes are worn in the West and enough of them are sold to keep a manufoctury going at Green Bay. They are cut out of green basswood, smoked and dried like hams, and sold at 35 cents a pair. The most celebrated and largest of the university libraries are the bcdleian at Oxford and that of Heidel berg, each cf which is set down as possessing about 500,000 volumes. The area of ground covered by the city of St Louia is 40,000 acres; New York covers 26 401; Cincinnati, 15,300; San Franciecc. 2t,&S0; Philadelphia. 82,803; Brooklyn, 13,3:W; Chicago, 22,- . a.w.j u, j 1 797; Boston, 4,416. 1 4 1
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