So Lot Us Bo Joyful.
Come, no more of grief and dying I
fciug the time too swiftly flying:
Just an Jieur,
You tii'* in flower,
Give me roses to remember
In the shadow of December.
When at length the grouse? cover
Mo, the world's unwearied lover,
If regret
Haunt me yet,
It shall be for joys untnsted,
Nature lent and folly wasted.
Feigning age will not delay it,
When the reckoning comes we'll pay it.
Own our mirth
Has been worth
All the forfeit lighter heavy-
Wintry Time and Fortune Jeavy.
Feigning grief will not escape it,
What though ne'er .-o well you ape it,
Age and euro
All must share
All alike must pay hereafter,
Some for sighs and some for laughter.
Know, ye sons of Melancholy,
To be young and wise is folly,
'Tis the w. ak.
Fear to wreak
On this clay of life their fancies,
Shaping battle, shaping dances.
While ye scorn our names unspoken,
Hoses dead and garlands broken,
O, ye wise,
We arise,
Out of failures, dreams, disasters,
Wo arise to be your masters.
—Margaret L. Woods in Albany Journal.
CHASED I$Y GI EUUILLAS.
A Story of the War.
BY A. H. GIBSON.
/-TTTEUT. ARTHUR
*2 of tho Uii-
Jrceived u wound in
engagement
that had surpri-rd
each other on the
fill Sal k vor * n *^ r "
young officer was
jCjQ now sufficiently convalescent
mount liis jct-blark war
and ride about the
cam}) for exercise. Ho hoped
soon to get himself into fighting trim
again. He was a zealous, courageous
young soldier, and he could not endure
with patience his enforced inactivity.
Hearing that excellent wild fruit
abounded in the woods about one mile
and a half from the Federal camp,
Hartwell determined to ride over and
enjoy a delicious treat.
While riding leisurely along through
a largo canebrake, midway between
the camp and tho woods to which he
was hound, lie was surprised and cap
tured by a band of rough guerrillas
who had been recommitering the ene
my's position from a safe distance.
The Union spies had reported only
tliat morning that there were no ene
mies within ten miles of their own
lines.
So Hartwell had ridden off alone,
never dreaming of what was to lu-fall
liim. He had been riding carelessly
along, inadvertently whistling some
little tune heard at cam]), and think
ing of the dear old mother far away in
her cabin on tho Kansas lino.
Suddenly Iris horse was stopped, his
arms were pinioned to his sides by
brawny hands, while villainous, hard
ened countenances leered upon him.
"Don't yor chip nary word, or by tlier
liolv smokiti' powers o' t'other world.
I'll send a bullet clean through yer
durned Yankee carcass," said one ro
bust guerrilla, holding an old musk', t
threateningly near the captive's hand
some head.
Hartwell was too completely sur
prised to frame an answer. The guer
rillas surged about him wild with glee
over their great capture. A Yankee
officer was not picked up every day.
Their rejoicing, uncouth and profane,
rendered them for u short time in
cautious. Tho tram)), tram)) of com
ing horsemen throw the jubilant band
of four guerrillas into considerable ex
citement. In a moment every man
was quiet and on his guard. Instinc
tively, each rough fellow sought
musket or carbine, the rifled property
of some dead soldier.
Every eye was turned in the direc
tion of the approaching riders. That
there were not more than two or tli: e;*
could easily he told from the sounds
that the horses' feet made on the hard,
clay baked road by the canes.
Lieutenant Hartwell w as for the mo
ment forgotten. Were those riders
wearers of the blue or tlio gray? The
tall, dense, intervening canes prevent
ed an answer to that mute question.
Three guerrillas had stationed them- |
selves behind clumps of vegetation,
■while the fourth hold Hartwoll's horse
with his left hand, his right grasping n
carbine.
It was a favorable moment for Lieu
tenant, Hartw ell. He recognized it as
such. While the short absorption of
the guerrillas'attention lasted, Hart
well. quick as aw ink, slipped from the
saddle, and, ere his captors were aware,
with far more agility than his weak
physical condition would seem to war
rant, he had darted off through tlic
towering canes, w here a horse could not
follow.
The guerrillas, so absorbed in await
ing the approach of the invisible horse
men, did not for a moment observe t h<
empty saddle. Then, with a smother
ed oath, the one holding the officer'-
horse struck him a severe blow to nuikt
him stand aside. Tho spirited animal
resented the blow, and with a savege
lunge the bridle-rein was jerked from
the grasp of the irate man who wa
thrown hardly to the ground, wli <
he lay half stunned as the Lieuten
ant's fiery horso went tearing away
down the road.
Then the horsemen rode into view.
An exclamation of rude pleasure fell
Irom the lips of the guerrillas. The
grips on the carbines loosened. They
recognized in the newcomers two (if |
their own men, who were deserters
from Van Horn's ranks, although they
still wore the gray. These men wen
soon informed of the capture and sud
den escape of tho Federal officer.
"Jes' plum like a blamed Yankee,"
remarked one of tho newcomers. ,
"They're all slicker'n a eel; they'll any
of em squeeze through a knot-hole ef j
they're gin half a chanco."
" Waal, I sartain believe yor," said ,
the leader, who had menaced Hart
well; "but ho kain't be fur off, boys.
Them Yankees kain't run through a
cane-patch no better*!) a city gal kin.
Let's be on bis trail, an' not stan' liver j
a-crivin' sicb chances tar beat, we 'una "
Alter a nasty consultation it was de
cided to conceal the horses in a grove
hard by, and every man enter the pur
suit, which they felt sure would lead
to the recapture of their escaped pris
oner. Striking into tho cane-brake,
they were soon on tho Lieutenant's
track, which led through the intricacies ;
of the thicket.
Meanwhile, Arthur Hartwell was '
making gigantic strides through the
bosky brake, stumbling over clinging
vines, which were densely entangled
about the canes; splashing and dash- j
ing into hidden pools of stagnant j
water; then out again and into another
worse than the first, despoiling the
polish of his No. 7's and flicking with
clayey splashes his spotless uniform. '
His physical strength was not ado- j
quale to the demand which his really
desperate effort to escape enforced.
Still, on lie hurried.
The early autumn day was intensely
hot. Tho sun seemed to bear a par
ticular spite toward that spot, and
poured down mercilessly upon pursued
and pursuers. The huge canes defied
the admission of any cooling breeze
which might be astir without.
Ere Lieutenant Hartwell had reached \
the southern border of the thicket ho
was almost exhausted, (treat beads !
of sweat stood on his face, and his j
limbs trembled from fatigue. He stood '
irresolute as to what course to pursue
next. He had been forced to flee in an
opposite direction from tho Union J
camp. Where would he seek refuge ? |
liis strength was failing. He could not j
keep up the flight any longer. Then I
ho dared not hide among the canes. ;
Already, in Hearing pursuit, he could
hear t lie heavy boots of the guerrillas I
crushing canes and brambles, leaving j
no nook unsearched.
Just before him, through a grove of
cottonwood, walnut, and hickory, all
' tinged with autumn's russet gold, he i
caught sight of a handsome southern
home, built of red sandstone, with i
clambering vines half veiling the front
and roof, and beautiful flowers of every
variety surrounding it, lending to the ,
entire place the splendid glow and
beauty of tropical aspect. It was tho '
home of some abettor of tho Southern |
I cause. Hartwell knew this, and he !
felt quite sure that if he sought refuge
there ho would bo handed over to his 1
rough captors, who, if they did not j
belong to the Confederate service, |
favored it, while they bitterly opposed
the Federal army.
Hut haste, not debate, was neces
sary. Ho could hear the guerrillas
drawing nearer; their curses, too,
reached him, as non-success at every I
turn ballled them. They had expected j
• i/iipfe-
Mi
"SINGING IN A CLEAR, BIRD-LIKE, SO
PRANO VOICE."
to find it no task at all to run him
down. Hut the end was not yet. Har.t
well, however, knew that they would
soon roach the southern limit of the
canebrake; then escape would be im
possible.
Not pausing to think again that it
might prove "out of the frying-pan into
the fire," the hunted officer dashed
forward toward the house. Ho leaped
over the low, well-trimmed hedge that
surrounded the attractive grounds of
the lovely Southern home, then he
stood motionless and gazed in evident
admiration at the sweet picture which
confronted his vision.
A beautiful girl, with plump, grace
ful figure, wonderful masses of dusky
golden tresses flow ing in luxuriant rip
ples all over fier proud little head, and
wine-dark eyes starry with mirth and
intelligence, was at work in the yard
near the house. She was singing in a
clear, bird-like soprano voice some
thing about a brave lover wearing the
gray. Her deft, snowy lingers un
pinned from a clothes-line, stretched
from an Indian peach-tree near tho
house to a stout cherry in the corner
of the yard, miscellaneous articles of
muslin. Those she deposited into a
large, old-fashioned clothes-basket i
that rested on tho soft, velvety grass 1
at her feet.
In another moment Lieut. Hartwell
stood uncovered before this fair South
ern girl, bowing with the urbanity of
a perfect gentleman.
The song ceased, and Flma Starlton
gave a start when she discovered the
handsome Union officer bowing so po
litely before her.
"Pardon me," he uttered rapidly; "I
did not wish to startle you."
Then ho briefly mentioned his cap
ture by the guerrillas and how he had
<i caped, ending by entreating her to
show him, if possible, some secure hid
ing-place. Would she heed his im
portunity ?
Lima Starlton had two brothers and
a father in the Confederate service.
This man was an enemy to the dear
r *
jjjl P
; V
"AWAITING His DOOM OB His s \i.v.\ i ION."
Southern cause. Would it be right to
assist liim in his efforts to avoid re
capture? Would it not he the verv
lit ight of disloyalty in her to hide this
Federal officer on the Starlton prem-
Tho girl thought rapidly, one hand,
j beautiful and shapely, resting on the
I clothes lino, the other dropped at lier
i side.
She glanced up info the pale but j
i firm face of the man who had applied !
I fo her for aid. Hi eyes were so blue I
and manly, bis whole countenance so j
noble, her warm heart felt a throb of !
njfcv. liis cantors were not soldiers I
but swamp guerrillas—a bold, evil
disposed band. She had quite forgot
ten that lie had told her that. Elma
Starlton was not in sympathy with the
guerrillas infesting the swamps and
cane orakes round about her home.
Hut, liad she been, the manly face be
fore her would have been sufficient to
shake it.
The autumn breeze lifted tho sheets
on the line, giving Elma a glimpse of
several roughly clad men, halted in
the adjacent grove, evidently at a loss
which way to turn to find the retreat
of the Yankee officer. They were the
guerrillas. A scornful flash lit up tho
wine-dark eyes of tho girl as she
turned to the man, who seemed to be
awaiting his doom or his salvation at
her fair hands. Yes; she would save
him. But how?
| Ah! it is surely too late to help him
to escape recapture. See! two of tho
guerrillas have started toward tho
house, leaving the others in consulta
tion at the border of the grove. In
another moment they will have seen
the hunted man, screened by tho
clothes on tho lino. On they stalk to-
I ward the house.
Elma is a girl of ingenuity, one ac
customed to acting iti emergencies.
She will foil thoso rough outlaws yet.
I It is not too late.
"Here," she said, in a very low voice,
and she quickly lifted tho clothes which
she had thrown into the capacious bas
ket, "if you will lie down in my old
| clothes-basket I think I shall he able
! to hide you securely."
Very obediently, very quickly Ar
thur Hartwell coiled himself up in
! Elma Starlton's clothes-basket, and
very skillfully she covered liim com
pletely with tho clothes she held.
Then she went on unpinning clothes
from the lino, which she threw loosely
upon the basket. No one would have
guessed there was a man beneath that
mass of clean clothes.
Elma was again singing as merrily
as a lark when tho guerrillas drew
near. One of them bounded over the
hedge. He approached the girl, who
gave a well-feigned start, greeting him
j thus:
"Ike Carter! What do you mean by
startling a body this way?"
She knew him well, as his home was
1 not far from tlio Btarltons'.
"Didn't go tor startle yer, Miss
] Elmy; I'm on ther hunt of a blamed
I Yankee off'cer what's escaped us."
"Wall, Ike, we're not in the habit of
j entertaining Yankee officers hero un
less we are obliged to. It is not a good
place to hunt for them on tho Starlton
j premises."
"I know hit ain't, Elmy," said tho
fellow; "but we tracked him this away,"
he explained.
"How did ho escape you, Ike?" she
asked, trying to show an interest in
the subject, hoping thereby to allay
any suspicion that might have been
formed in tho guerrillas' minds.
The guerrilla launched out a full ac
count of the capture aiul escape of
Lieutenant Hartwell. Elma listened
as attentively as if it were all a new
j story to her.
"As we-uns was consultin* in yon
grove, Pete Jarvis lowed he done seed
a blue uniform, or somethin' thet looked
mighty like one, over hyar by these
clothes. Thet's why I come hyar a
. botherin'you-uns."
A musical laugh followed this an
nouncement. Then Elma said:
"An optical illusion. I suppose it
was mother's blue muslin curtains
that Jarvis took for a Yankee uniform."
And Elma held up to view a pair of
pretty blue curtains.
Ike Carter eyed them closely, then
glanced at the overladen basket on tho
grass, then back at the girl who was
smoothing the azure curtains,
i "Hain't Pete Jarvis a good un ter
I sight Yanks? No wonder we-uns done
I los' his trail with sich a leader as Pete.
I'm plumb sorry, Miss Elmy, thet lie
insulted them curtains thet away, by
takin' 'em fur a Yank's trousers." And
Iko Carter laughed at what he cousid
ered a clever joke.
"I should think," the girl remarked
dryly. "Ike, toll your party, with my
compliments, that I think their eyes
must be full of cobwebs brushed from
the canes. Tell them to wash them
out and make another investigation of
the thicket," she called to him as lie
strode away, looking rather crestfallen;
for Iko had seen what Jarvis had, and
both had decided it must bo Hartwoll's
uniform. But Jarvis being absent had
to hear the ridicule. Ike Carter could
not stand it to have the bright South
ern girl laugh at his blunders.
Dear reader, you and I know that it
was a glimpse of a blue uniform that
those guerrillas had caught. Hut we
can smile over tlio cleverness of Elma
I Starlton in turning it off so nicely, and
heave a deep sigh of fullfgladness that
her mother had thoso blue curtains,
and that they happened to he in the
1 wash that week.
: The guerillas went off, and evidently
felt too sheepish over their mistake to
I venture within range of thoso mocking,
, dancing, wine-dark eyes, for tlioy did
| not return.
When the coast was clear, Elma un
covered tliequeerly hidden Lieutenant,
who crawled out, with real tliankful
i ness to his lovely deliverer, though
his limbs were so stiff that she had to
assist him to the little closet, where he
remained effectually concealed during
the rest of the afternoon. Here she
brought him every refreshment that
her home afforded.
Under cover of the night, brave El
ma Starlton escorted Lieutenant Hart
well safe within tho Union lines. Ere
be parted from her, lie pressed her soft
hand, saying: "If I survive the war,
I shall return to thank you, as I am
unable to do now."
Arthur Hartwell did not forget his
promise. When pence reigned glori
-1 ously over a grief-bowed nation, he oc
cupied a lucrative position in public
life; hut somehow a pair of wine-dark
eyes ever haunted him. He took a trip
to the balmy South. He found Elma
lovely as of yore, but living sad and
alone in her flower-decked Southern
homo. Her father and brothers slept
Under the sod and tho dew,
Waiting the judgment day.
Elma did not refuse to become tho
loved wife of tho man whom she once
hid in her old clothes-basket.
Astronomical Intelligence.
Telescope man -Come up, gents,
and tuko a look at the moon. Only ten
cents.
Countryman—Does it make the moon
look any bigger?
"Look auy bigger? Why, it brings j
the moon so close that you can read
the signs on the board fences."
AFTER a man has been married a
few years he never dodges when his
wife throws anything at him.— Law-
I rence American.
j T Tv- s statue of Bismarck at
Col it of
j C o MM
bOJ !y
NYE WRITES SULLIVAN.
HE CHALLENGES THE KRUISER TO A
KING COMBAT.
Tlio Mill to Come Off in Hi© Paris Grand
Operu House—But tlio l'rldo of Boston
Must Train Down to 135 Pounds—Will,
iain's Epistle to I)c Lossop* and tlio Suth
erlaml Sisters.
Colonel John L. Sullivan, at largo:
DEAR Hilt—Will you permit ino, without
wishing to give you the slightest olTonso,
to challenge you to light in France with
bare knuckles and police interference, be
tween this auil the dose of Navigation!
I have ha 1 no real good light with tiny
body for sonio time, and would bo glad to
co-oporate with you in that direction, pre
ferring. however, to have it attended to in
time so that I can go on with my fail plow
ing. I would also like to bo my own stoak
holder.
Wo would have to fight tit 135 pounds,bo
<*auso I cannot train up to that figure with-
BULLIVAN AND NYE READY FOR THE BATTLE.
out extra care and good feeding, while you
could train down to that, I judge, if you
begin to go without food on receipt of this
challenge. I would ask that we flglit un
der the rules of the London prize ring in
the Opera House in Paris. If you will de
cide to accopt, I will engage the house now
and put a few good reading notices in tho
papers.
1 would expect that a forfeit of $5,000 bo
put up, so that in case you are in jail at tho
time 1 shall have something to reimburse
mo for my trip to Paris and the general up
heaval of my whole being which arises
from ocean travel.
1 challenge you as a plain American citi
zen and an amateur, partially to assert tho
rights of a simple tax-payer and partly to
secure for myself a name. I was, as a boy.
tho pride of my parents, and they wantod
mo to amount to something. So far. tho
results have boen different. Will you not
aid mo. a poor strugglor in the groat race
for supremacy, t<> obtain that notice which
the newspapers now so reluctantly yield?
You are said to be generous to a fault, es
pecially your own faults, and I plead with
you now to give mo a chance to share your
great fame by accepting my challenge and
appearing with mo in a mixed programme
for the evening, in which we will jointly
amuse and instruct the pooplo, while at tho
same timo it will give me a chance to be
come groat in ono day, oven if lam de
feated.
I have often admired your scholarly and
spiritual expressions and your modest life,
and you will remember that at ono time I
asked you for your autograph, and you told
mo to go whore tho worm dioth not and tho
lire department is ineffectual. Will you not,
I ask. aid a strugglor and punter for fame,
who desires the eye of tho public, even If
his own be italicised at tho time?
1 must closo this challenge more in tlio
nature of an appeal to ono of America's
best-known men. Will you accept my hum
ble challenge, so that I can go Into training
at once? Wo can leave the details of tho
light to tho Mml and Expvexx, if you will,
and tho champion belt wo can buy after
ward. All I care lor is the honor of being
mixed up with you in some way. and enough
of tho gate money to pay for urnie i and at
tendance afterward?
Will you do it?
I know tlio uudienco would onjoy seeing
us dressed for tho I ray, you so strong and
so wide, I so pensive and so Hat busted
about tlio chest. Let us proceed at once.
DE LBSSEPB AT HIS DAILY TASK.
Colonel, to draw up the writings and b 'gin
to train. You will never regret it. I am
sure, and it will be the making of mo.
I do not know your address, but trust that
this will roach you through tho press, for.
as I write, you are on your way toward
Canada, with requisition and the police
reaching after you at every town.
I am glad to hear that you arc not drink
ing any more, especially whilo engaged in
sleep. II you only ©online your drinking to
your waking hours, you may live to be a
very old man. and your groat, massive brain
will continue to expand until your hat will
not begin to hold it.
What do you think of Browning? I would
like to converse with you on the subject be
fore the light and get your soul's best sen
timents on his stylo of intangible thought
wave.
1 will meet you at Havro or Calais and
agree with you upon liow hard wo shall hit
each other. I saw, nt a low variety Bhon
tlio other day, two pleading comedians who
welted each other over tho stomach with
canes, and also pounded each other on tho
head with sufficient force to explode per
cussion caps on tho top of tho skull and yet
without injury. Ho you not think that a
prize fight could bo thus provided for? I
will sc.- those men. if you say so. and loarn
their methods.
Item ember, it is not the punishment of a
prize light which I yearn ior, but the efful
gent glory of meeting you in the ring and
having tho cables and press associate my
budding name with that of a man who has
done so much to make mon bettor—a man
wlioso name will go down to posterity as
that of ono who sought to ameliorate and
mellow and desiccate his follow men.
I will now challenge you once more with
groat respect, and beg leave to remain,
yours very truly. BILL NYE.
Hon. Ferdinand do Lessens, Paris, France:
DEAR SIR—I have some shares in the canal
which you have been working on and I am
compelled to hypothecate them this summer
in order to paint my house. I see by a
speeeh of yours, made the other day, that
yon have great faith in tho future of tho en
terprise, and so I will give you the lirst
chance on this stock of mine. You have
suffered so much in order to do this work
that I want to see the stock got into your
hands. You deserve it. You shall have it,
Fordio, if you will send me a postofffoo
money order by return mail covering tho
par value of five hundred shares. I will
lose tho premium because I am a little
pressed for money. Tho painters will bo
through next week and will want thoir pay.
As I say, I want to see you own the canal.
Tor In fancy I can see you as you toiled
down there In tho hot sun. as you floated
"our wheelbarrow down the valley with
your perspirat on. I can see you in tho
morning, with hot. red hands and a tin dip
per pail, going to your toil, with a largo
red cotton handkerchief sticking out of your
hip pocket.
Fo I have decided that you ought to have
control, if possible, of this great water
front. Besides, you have a larger family
than I have to support. When I heard that
you wore the father of llftoen little children,
and that you are in the sere and yellow
loaf. I said to myself a man with that many
little mouths to feed, at the ago of eighty,
shall have thc|flrst crack at my stock. And
so, if you will send tho face value as soon
as possible. I will cay bong jaw. mossuo.
Yours truly. BILL NYE.
To tho Koven Haired Sisters, 'Kteonth street,
New York :
MEHDAMEH. HAMSELLEH AND FELLOW
CITIZENK— I wiito those few lines to
say that I am well and hone this
!wiii nna you an enjoying tno same
great blessing. How plonsant it is
for sisters to dwell together in unity and
beloved by mankind. You must indeed
; have a good time standing in tlio window
I day after day. pulling your long hair
j through your lingers with pride. When I
| llrst saw you all thus engaged, for the bone
lit of tho public, I thought it was a candy
I pull.
I I now writo to say that the hair promoter
i which you sold mo at tho timo is not up to
I its work. It was a year ago that I bought
it. and I think that in a yoar something
ought to show. It is a groat nuisance for a
DUblio man who is liable to come homo late
nt night to have to top-dress his head
before he can retire. Your directions in
volve great cai e and trouble to a man in
my position, and still I have tried faithfully
to follow them. What is tho result ? Noth
ing but disappointment, and not eo very
much of that.
You said, if you remember, that your
father was a bald-headed clergyman, but
ono day. with a wild shriek of "Eureka!" ho
discovered this hair encournger, and the
rest of his life Illled his high hut with hair
every timo he put it on. You said that at llrst
a lino growth of down, like tho inside of a
! mouse s ear. would bo seen, alter that tho
, blade, then tho stalk, and tho lull corn in
! tl lo ear * In a pig's oar, lam now led to be
lieve.
! Fair but false seven haired sisters. I now
j b d you adieu. You have lost in mo a good.
' warm, true-hearted, and powerful friend.
I Ask mo not for my indorsement or ray bo
i fo:o and after pietine to use in your cirou
lars. I give my kind words and photographs
hereafter to the soap men. They are what
they seem. You are not.
When a woman betrays mo she must be-
I ware. And when soven of them do so, it is
' BUT THE HAIR THAT HE LONGED FOR NEVER
CAME.
! that much worse. You loolod me with
| smiles and fates promises, and now it will
j bo just as well for you to look out. I would
j rather die than be betrayed. It i disagree
able. It sours ono and also orubittors one.
It also causes that tired leoling.
I I.ore at this point our ways will diverge.
Tho roads fork at this plaeo. I shall go on
upward and. otnvurd hairless and capny,
also careless and happy to my goal in life.
I do not know whether each or cither or you
have provided yourselves with goals or nor.
but if not you will do well now to select,
some. Tho world may smile upon you and
gold pour Into your eolTers. but the day
will come when you will loarn to wrap tho
drapery of your hair about you and lio down
to pleasant dreams. Then will arise the
thought alas!— Then You'll Remember Mo.
I now close this letter, leaving you to tho
keen pangs of remorse and the cruel jabs of
unavailing rogret. Some peopl" are born
bald, others acquire baldness, whilst still
others have baldness thrust upon them.
Some aro bald on the outside of their heads,
others on tho inside. But oh. girls, beware
of baldness on tho soul. I ask you, oven if
yon are the daughters of a clergyman, to
think seriously of what I have said. Yours
truly. BILL NYE.
Dr. Holmes' eightieth Birthday.
At Beverly Farm, near Boston, on
the 20tli day of August last, Oliver
Wendell Holmes quietly celebrated his
eightieth birthday. Letters and tele
grams of congratulation poured in
i upon him from all over the country,
and many ladies and gentlemen called
in person. Many beautiful floral gifts
were sent to the Doctor, and tho house
was tilled with sweet flowers. He also
received a very handsome remembrance
in the shape of a solid silver gold-lined
cup of beautiful design from personal
friends and classmates. The Doctor
. greeted each of his visitors personally
I with a cordial grasp of the hand and
expressed his great pleasure at their
DR. O. W. HOLMES.
; coming. His manner is as vivacious,
, his step is as elastic, and his eyes as
bright and merry as they have been
these many years back. Barring a
slight difficulty with his henring, the
I Doctor's powers arc unimpaired.
lowa's Walled Lake.
The greatest wonder in the State of
lowa, and perhaps anv State, is what
is called tho "Walled Lake," in
Wright County, twelve miles north of
the Dubuque and Pacific Bnilwnv, and
I 150 miles west of Dubuque city. Tlio
lake is from two to tluoo feet higher
than the earth's surface. In some
places the wall is ton feet high, fifteen
feet wide at the bottom, ami live feet
! wide on top. The stones used in its
' construction vary in weight from
three tons down to 100 pounds. There
is an abundance of stones in Wright
County, but surrounding the lake to
tho extent of live or ten miles there
are none. No one can form an idea as
to the means employed to bring them
to the spot or who constructed it.
Around the entire lake is a belt of
woodland half a mile in width, com
posed of oak. The trees must have
been planted there at the time of tho
building of the wall. In the spting of
the year 1850 there was a great storm,
| and the ice on the lake broke the wall
in several places, and the farmers in ! he
vicinity were compelled to repair tho
damages to prevent inundation. Tho
lake occupies a grand surface of 2,800
acres; depth of water as great as
twenty-five feet. The water is clear
i and cold, soil sandy and loaniv. It is
singular that no has been able to
| ascertain where tho water comes from
nor where it goes, yet it is always clear
and fresh.— Burling ton (low a) Hawk
! eye
! TOMMY (who has been forgotten until
nearly eleven o'clock)— Paw, what is a
jiffy V Father—lt's just about the
length of time you've got to get to bed
1 without a licking.
AT CUSHING'S ISLAND.
SKETCHES AT A PHEASANT ItESOBT
DOWN IN MAINE.
Pretty I'icturoH ami llaiidsomo Girl*—
The Work of a ('IIICUKO Sketching Club
I.oiiKfellovv's llirtlipluca Sumlwicli
I'artlen.
[Cuabings Inland, Mo., lottor to Chicago Intoi
Ocoau.]
ilt THE urgent re
I / A quest of the guests
///£ of the Ottawa
i, House, as well as
, ftt suggestion
\yj . 'iff /jg! of art lovers of
PH ATAM >or^an( l who arc
Til r M interested in the
ftv rV Ua?Bij work Chicago's
Xti'-k Bfaf sketching party, an
I nira exhibition is now iu
progress here at
/ which are seen
/ some of the many
sketches made on
the island during the past few weeks.
It is something unusual to have an art
exhibition during the summer months,
and hardly an ordinary attraction at a
EDITH SEXTOIA
summer resort, but Cushing's Island
has a brainy element, and its visitors
are not judged by ordinary standards
The artists and pupils who came hert
from the West have had but since the
first of July in which to prepare th(
many sketches now on exhibition. Th(
pictures have been placed in the liote*
reading-room. The sketches include
water-colors, oil paintings, and studies
PORTLAND LIGHT.
in charcoal and pencil. Some of their
have been so meritorious as to meet
with immediate purchasers. Many ol
j the sketches shown are the work of be
ginners, who have begun well. Many
of them never did any outdoor sketch
' ing before. It is remarkable that there
| is an absence of figures and flowers—
! unless exception be made to the study
| i'f a head for which pretty little Editn
•Sexton posed. The two little Sexton
! girls are excellent models, and would
| prove valuable aids to any artist who
| eared to paint a picture representing
the two little English princes in the
tower.
The artists have painted almost
everything on, about, or near the isl
and. except the town of Portland.
Prohibition prevented painting. One
object that has been introduced into
almost every sketch is the light-houso,
marking the main channel, or Port
land light, as it is called.
One of the few points about the isl
and that have rot been sketched by
every artist in the vicinity is old Fort
Gorges, in Portland harbor. It is
TORT GORGES.
rather an impressive looking fort, al
though it is no longer in use, having
served its purpose.
Excursions to Boston are common
events. These parties usually consist
of ladios, as the gentlemen are too
scarce to be spared. The ladies, as n
rule, are unfortunate, for they usually
encounter a storm, and come back
looking unusually pale. They become
so seasick on the water that it is not to
be wondered at that several of them
wanted the earth while on the ocean.
Ono young lady narrated her experi-
LONGFELLOW'S BIRTHPLACE
enoes on the boat. When she awoke
she found that it was daylight and that
she had a desire for fresh air. No one
was in sight except a pretty girl, a
stranger, who remarked that she was
getting up early so as to get some fresh
air. # The first lady asked what time of
day "it was, and was informed that it
was just four o'clock in the morning.
After a while the Chicago lady went
on deck and saw the pretty girl get
ting "fresh air." The "fresh air" con
sisted of a sheepish-looking young
man, who had his arm about the pretty
girl's waist, who in turn rested her
pretty head upon the young man's
♦ boulder The Chicago girl looked the
other way, and for the first time real
ized why so many "fresh-air funds"
were started in the East.
A point of special interest to visitors
in Portland is the house where the
poet Longfellow was born. It is in the
lower part of the town and attracts
continual attention.
Another point of interest in Portland,
and which is visited by every stranger,
is Longfellow square, one of the most
beauinui spots in rne rorest 01
Maine. In the center of the square is
the splendid heroic statue of Longfel
low, born and reared in Portland, the
pride of its people.
One of tlie Chicagoans returned from
Portland with a uniquo story. A small
boy said to bis mother:
"Mother, give me money to go to the
circus."
"No, I can't let you go there."
"Then let me have a tooth pulled; I
want to do something."
There are many beautiful things to
be seen about Cushing's Island, but
TUB LONGFBLLOW BTATUB.
among ine living picrures lew can out
as much admiration as is bestowed
upon "the pretty girl," as she is called
by the many who have eyes for the
beautiful. 'Hie "pretty girl" is Miss
Lilla Wittredge, of Lynn, Mass., who
came here with her mother. Miss
Wittredge has been likened unto a
wild rose, she is so fair to look upon.
Hlio is of the brunette type, with dark,
lustrous eyes, a plentiful supply of
black hair, a complexion that is rich
and rare, defying description. Miss
Wittredge is about 17 years of ago, but
is nevertheless a belle. Sho has an
immense "repertoireof dresses," in the
selection of which she has shown not
only startling originality but exquisite
taste. Tlio professional artists have
thus far been unsuccessful in getting
Miss Wittredge to pose for them, but
here is an attempt at a portrait taken
HISS LILLA WITTRKDGB.
while "the pretty girl" was writing a
letter, a pastime that seems to give her
great pleasure.
A High Life Chinese IVedding in Chicago.
It was a solemn but strange wedding.
The parties to the contract were Moy
Sing, a disciple of Confucius, and Miss
Ida Waguer, a comely German girl
from Streator.
The ceremony was performed in a
room richly hung in Oriontul trappings,
near Hip Lung's Hotel. There were
present a score or more Chinese, a few
of whom had wives of Anglo-Saxon
blood. All were in holiday attire, and
when the marital knot was tied there
was a general rejoicing. The rites
were pronounced after the manner set
forth in the statute hooks of the State
of Illinois. The performance was soon
over, and then the friends gathered
about to congratulate the newly wedded
pair, just as Americans do. Then a
queer littlo orchestra, consisting of four
Celestials, performed on several odd
looking stringed instruments and a
tom-tom or gong, producing a weird
kind of music. There was nothing
elaborate in the dress either of the
bride or groom. Moy Sing wore a royal
purple silk robe, with the usual flow
ing sleeves and wide skirt, while his
bride appeared in a suit of India silk.
At the conclusion the groom led his
bride to Hip Lung's hotel, at 223 South
Clark street, where he has rented a
suite of rooms. It is an eminently re
spectable house, and is kivwn to the
Chinese from San Francisco to New-
York as the resort of the silk stocking
element of Mongolian society in Chi
cago. In this hoi el two other China
men with American wives occupy
apartments, and the advent of a third
white woman was duly celebrated.
The groom, Moy Sing, is a native of
Canton, and is 23 years of ago. He is
a cigarmaker in the employ of Sam
Moy. It is said that Mr. Sing met Miss
Wagner in Streator some years ago
while he was conducting a laundry
there.— Chicago Inter Ocean
STUFF AND NILNBENSB.
A STRIKING talo—the whale's.
A PLACE for lawyers—tlio Sioux
Reservation.
GRAVE diggers are said to do work
that is beneath them.
THE tailor hopes to succeed by
clothes atteution to businoss.
To LOVERS: Never put off till to
morrow what you can woo to-day.
THE coal dealer somc'.imcs, by mis
take, gives the cart driver a weigh.
A BOOTLESS attempt—To get up
stairs witlrout being heard by your
wife.
THE man with a boil on his neck
never borrows trouble. He has enough
of it.
DlCK —Going on any fishing trips
this summer? Jack—No; I swore off.
Dick—Fishing? Jack -Drinking.
THE well-bred woman says "please"
to her servants, and sometimes to her
husband if there's anybody around.
A TEXAS COW lias died from eating
corn with a full grown beard. Men
with a full grown beard have died be
fore now from drinking it.
MRS. SOITRFACE —I hear Mrs. De
Sweet's husband is just devoted to
her. Mrs. Sharptongue— Ho is ? Well,
well! There ain't many such men.
A SEEDY individual being told that:
his coat "looked as if it hadn't had a
nap in a dozen years," replied: "I
beg your pardon, but this coat has been
lying in my wardrope two and twenty'
years till to-day, and that's time
enough to have had a good long nap."