"FELICE NOTTEI"
God send the little golden bees of sleep
To murmur in the blossom of your ear
Thoir gentle summer music hushed and deep,
Their softest slumber songs to you, my dear!
And may the gypsy fortune telling dreams
Draw you beneath their pointed tent find
tako
Your palm and toll you fortunes—rosy gloams
Too sweet to be remembered when you wake!
Once may your hyacinthine lids unfold
Bathed in the limpid pallor of the moon.
The happiest stars in heaven may yet behold.
And pray and sigh for Joy, and slumber soon.
—lrene I'utuam in Lippincotl's.
A MAN IN THE BELL.
In my younger days bell ringing was
much more in fashion among the young
men of than it is now. Some fifty
years ago about twenty of us who dwelt
in the vicinity of the cathedral formed a
club which used to ring every peal that
was called for.
One Sunday I went with another into
the belfry to ring for noon prayers, but
the second stroke we had pulled showed
us that the clapper of the hell we were
at was muffled. Some one had been
buried that morning and it had been
prepared of course to ring a mournful
note.
Wo did not know of this, but the rem
edy was easy. "Jack," said my com
panion, "step up to tho loft and cut off
the hat," for the way we had of muf
fling was by tying a piece of an old hat
or of cloth (the former was preferred) on
one side of the clapper, which deadened
every second toll.
1 complied, and mounting into the
belfry crept as usual into the bell,
where 1 began to cut away. The hat
had been tied on in some more compli
cated manner than usual, and I was per
haps three or four minutes in getting it
off, during which time my companion
below was hastily called away—by a
message from his sweetheart, I believe,
but that is not material to my story.
The person who called him was a
brother of the club who, knowing that
the time had come for ringing for serv
ice, and not thinking that any one was
above, began to pull. At this moment
I was just getting out when I felt the
bell moving. 1 guessed the reason at
ouce. It was a moment of terror, but
by a hasty and almost convulsive effort
I succeeded iuj umping down and throw
ing myself on tho flat of my hack under
tho bell.
Tho room in which it was was little
more than sufficient to contain it, the
bottom of tho bell coming within a
couple of feet of the floor of lath. At
that time I certainly was not so bulky
as 1 am now, but as 1 lay it was within
an inch of my face. I had not lain my
self down a second, when tho ringing
began. It was a dreadful situation.
Over ine swung an immense mass of
metal, one touch of which would have
crushed mo to pieces; the floor under
tne was principally composed of crazy
laths, and if they gave way I was pre
cipitated to the distance of about fifty
feet upon a loft, which would in all
probability have sunk under the impulse
of my fall and sent me to be dashed to
atoms upon tho marblo floor of the chan
cel a hundred feet below.
This was my first terror, but the ring
ing had not continued a minute before a
more awful aud immediate dread came
on me. Tho deafening sound of the
bell smote into my ears with a thunder
which made me fear their drums would
crack; there was not a fiber of my body
it did not thrill through. It entered my
very soul: thought and reflection were
almost utterly banished; I only retained
the sensatiou of agonizing terror.
Every moment 1 saw the bell sweep
within an incli of my face, and my eyes
—I could not close them, though to look
at the object was bitter as death—fol
lowed it instinctively in its oscillating
progress until it came back again. It
was in vain 1 said to myself that it
could come no nearer at any future
swing than it did at first; every time it
descended I endeavored to shrink into
the very floor to avoid being buried un
der the down sweeping mass, and then,
reflecting on the danger of pressing too
weightily on my frail support, would
cower up ugain as far as 1 dared.
At first my fears were mere matter of
fact. 1 wns afraid the pulleys above
would give way and let the bell plunge
on me. At another time the possibility
of the clapper being shot out in some
sweep and dashing through my body, as
1 had seen a ramrod glide through a
door, flitted across luy mind. The dread
also, as I have already mentioned, of the
crazy floor tormented me, but these soon
gave way to fears not more unfounded,
hut more visionary and of course more
tremendous.
The roaring of the bell confused my
intellect, and my fancy soon began to
teem with all sorts of strange and terri
fying ideas. The bell pealing above and
opening its jaws with a hideous clamor
seemed to mo at one time a raving mon
ster raging to devour me; at another a
whirlpool ready to suck me into its bel
lowing abyss. As I gazed on it, it as
sumed all shapes. It was a flying eagle,
or rather a roc of the Arabian story
tellers, clapping its wings and screaming
over me.
As I looked upward into it, it would ap
pear sometimes to lengthen into indefi
nite extent or to be twisted at the end
into the spiral folds of the tuil of a flying
dragon. Nor was the flaming breath or
fiery glance of that fabled animal want
ing to complete the picture. My eyes,
inflamed, bloodshot and glaring, in vested
the supposed monster with a full pro
portion of unholy light.
It would be endless wero I to merely
hint at all the fancies that possessed my
mind. Every object that waa hideous
and roaring presented itself to my im
agination. I often thought that I was
in a hurricane at sea and that the vessel
in which I was embarked tossed under
me with tho most furious vehemence.
The air, set in motion by the swinging
of the bell, blew ovor me nearly with
the violence and more than the thundor
of a tempest, and the floor seemed to
reel under me as under a drunken man.
JJut the rooet awful of all the ideas that
seized on me were drawn from the su
pernatural.
In the vast cavern of the bell hideous
faces appeared and glared down on me
with terrifying frowns or with grinning
mockery still more appalling. I found
I was becoming delirious, and trembled
lest reason should utterly desert me. I
feared lest, when utterly deprived of
my senses, I should rise—to do which I
was every moment tempted by that
Itrange feeling which calls on a man
whose head is dizzy from standing on
the battlement of a lofty castle to pre
cipitate himself from it—and then death
would be instant and tremendous.
When I thought of this I became des
perate. I cuught tho floor with a grasp
which drove the blood from my nails,
and I yelled with the cry of despair. 1
called for help, I prayed, I shouted, but
all the efforts of my voice were of course
drowned in the bell. As it passed over
my mouth it occasionally echoed my
cries, which mixed not with its own
sound, but preserved their distinct char- I
acter. Perhaps this was but fancy. To '
me, I know, they then sounded as if they
were the shouting, howling or laughing
of the fiends with which my imagina
tion had peopled the gloomy cave which
swung over me.
In twenty minutes the ringing was
done. Half of that time passed over me
without power of computation—the
other half appeared an age. When it
ceased I became gradually more quiet,
but a new fear retained me. I knew
that five minutes would elapse without
ringing, but at the end of that short
time the bell would be rung a socond
time for five minutes more. I could not
calculate time. A minute and an hour
were of equal duration. I feared to rise
lest tho five minutes should have elapsed
and the ringing be again commenced,
in which case I should bo crushed before
I could escape against the walls or
framework of the bell. I therefore still
continued to lie down, cautiously shift
ing myself, however, with a careful
gliding, so that my eye no longer looked
into the hollow. This was of itself a
considerable relief.
The cessation of the noise had in a
great measure the effect of stupefying
me, for my attention, being no longer
occupied by the chimeras I had conjured
up, began to flag. All that now dis
tressed me was the constant expectation
of the second ringing, for which, how
ever, I settled myself with a kind of
stupid resolution. I closed my eyes and
clinched my teeth as firmly as if they
were screwed in a vice.
At last the dreaded moment came, and
the first swing of the bell extorted a
groan from me, ns they say the most res
olute victim screams at the sight of the
rack to which he is for a Becond tiino
destined. After this, however, I lay
Bilent and lethargic, without a thought.
When it ceased I was roused a little
hy the hope of escape. I did not, how
ever, decido on this step hastily, but
putting up my hand with the utmost
caution I touched the rim. Though the
ringing had ceased it was still tremulous
from the Bound and shook under my
hand, which instantly recoiled as from
an electric jar. A quurter of an hour
probably elapsed before I again dared to
make the experiment, and then I found
it at rest. I determined to lose no time,
fearing that I might have lain then al
ready too long and that the bell for
evening service would catch me.
This dread stimulated me, and 1
slipped out with the utmost rapidity and
arose. I stood, I suppose, for a minute,
looking with silly wonder on the place
of my imprisonment, penetrated with
joy at escaping, but then rushed down
the stony and irregular stair with the
velocity of lightning and arrived in the
bell ringer's room. My hands were torn
and bleeding; my hair disheveled and
my clothes tattered.
I leaned against the wall, motionless
and deprived of thought, in which pos
ture my companions found me when in
the course of a couple of hours they re
turned to their occupation.—Black
wood's Magazine.
Why the Shy 1M Illue.
The explanation of the blue of the
"vaulted canopy above us" is not to be
sought in the fact that the air, or its
constituent particlos, reflect the readily
refrangible rays of short waved length
and let the less refrangible long waved
rays through. The short waves of light
—the blue color—are much more strong
ly reflected than the long waved red
ones. Lord Raleigh has proven the blue
reflected in the light from the sky to be
four-fifths times stronger than the yel
low color and six-sevenths times strong
er than the red. The violet is six
eighths times stronger than the yellow,
or about nine-tenths times more intense
than the long waves of red light.
These relations of intensity must
therefore cause the reflected light to
appear to be mostly blue. The blue of
the Bky is also connected with the phe
nomenon known as the polarization of
light, that color in the colored waves al
ways being polarized in the same direc
tion, which is quite independent of the
nature of tho turbid particles of the at
mosphere. As long as present condi
tions exist the sky will be of blue colors
of varying intensity.—St. Louis Re
public.
Persevering.
Customer—Waiter, do you remember
me? I came in here yesterday and or
dered a steak.
Waiter—Yes, sir. Will you have the
same thing today, sir?
Customer—Yes, if no one else is using
it.—New York Herald.
Tho Top Notoli of Style.
Mrs. Hayrick—Mrs. Lawnmo says all
the folks at her house is fashionable
people.
Mrs. Meadow —I guess it's 80. All the
Women has dogs, an all th' dogs is sick.
—New York Weekly.
Pllny'a Giant.
Galabra, the giant whom Pliny men
tions as having been "brought out of
Arabia" during the reign of Claudius,
was ten feet high, of fine proportions
and weighed upward of 400 pounds.—
Million.
Borne I)lncoverlM and Inventions.
The first patent for sewing machines
Was granted to Weiscnthal, in England,
in 1755.
The steam engine was known 120 B.
C. The first perfect engine was made
by Watt, 1764.
Calico printing was first executed by
the Dutch in 1670; first made in Eng
land in 1771.
The bagpipo, the favorite Scotch and
Italian instrument, was invented in
Greece 200 B. C.
Window glass was used in Italy in
churches in the Eleventh century, in
English houses in 1557.
Gas was first made from coal hy Clay
ton, 1739, and was first used for illu
mination in 1792.
Paper from rags was made in A. D.
1000, the first linen paper in 1319, and
from straw in 1800.
Chain shot were the invention of De
Witt, the great Dutch admiral. They
wore first used in 1666.
Watches were first made in Nurem
bnrg in 1477, and were called "Nurem
burg animated eggs."
Air brakes were invented by George
Westinghouso in 1869, and subsequently
often improved.
Tile daguerreotype was invented by
Daguerre, und the first miniatures were
produced in 1838.
Playing cards were invented for the
amusement of the crazy king, Charles
VI, of France, in 1380.
Church bells were made by Pauliuus,
an Italian bishop, to drive away demons,
about 400 A. D.—St. Louis Globe-Demo
crat.
l'luygroumlM of Bower Blnlit.
In Lumholtz's "Among Cannibals" a
playground of the bower bird is de- 1
scribed. He says:
On the top of tho mountain I heard
in the dense scrubs the loud and unceas
ing voice of a bird. I carefully ap
proached it, sat on the ground and shot
it. It was one of tho bower birds, with
a gray and very modest plumage and of
the size of a thrush. As I picked up tho
bird my attention was drawn to a fresh
covering of green leaves on the black
soil. This was the bird's place of amuse
ment. which beneath the dense scrubs
formed a square about a yard each way,
the ground having been cleared of leaves
and rubbish.
On this neatly cleared si>ot the bird
hail laid large, fresh leaves, one by tho
sido of tho other, with considerable reg
ularity, and close by ho sat singing, ap
parently extremely happy over his
work. As soon as the leaves decay they
are replaced by new ones. On this ex
cursion I saw three such places of
amusement all near each other and all
had fresh leaves from the same kind of
trees, while a large heap of dry, with
ered leaves was lying close by. It seems
that the bird scrapes away the mold
every time it changes the leaves, so as to
have a dark background, against which
the green leaves make a better appear
ance. Can any one doubt that this bird
has tho senso of beauty?
lift* Are Mueli I.lke Human Ilcltign.
Bees do not appear to practice mili
tary marauding on a grand scale, like
ants, but many of them shamelessly live
upon petty larcenies committed individ
ually on foreign hives. They may be
seen slyly trying to cheat the vigilance
of the sentinels, and slip into their neigh
bors' cities that they may steal and
gorge themselves with the provisions
there. Sometimes they even commit
highway robbery, lying in wait in small
bands near a strange liivo for the return
of laden bees and plundering them on
the road.
The sentinels of the hive, on their
side, keep off foreign bees, denying them
entrance into the city, and if exasperated
by attempts at robbery cluuse the prowl
ers and try to kill them. In this bees
imitate a great many human societies,
whero robbery has seemed the greatest
of crimes, expiable only by death.—
"Property; Its Origin and Development." j
Vegetarianism and Meat Kuting.
A curious examination of the heart:
of tho vegetarian and the meat eater
shows that the number of beats to tho
former are fifty-eight to the minute,
and of the latter seventy-two. In
twenty-four hours this means a differ
ence of 20,090 beats. From this it is
concluded that in the summer time the
vegetarian has the advantage, for he
can keep cooler and in better health
under the reduced number of heart
beats. But in a cold climate, or in out
own winters, the heat generated by snob
slow heart bents would hardly lie suffi
cient to make life strong and resisting
enough. Tho true verdict that one must
reach is that the vegetarian is better oil
in tho summer and the meat eatel
stronger in the winter.—Yankee Blade.
A Nest of Wll.l Outs.
It was while in the river valley that 1
saw on a friend's house wall what was
to me the most attractive of all species
of oriole architecture—a nest woven
from wild oats. Dependent frian stream
ers it would have been readily mistaken
for an artistic little fancy basket, tho
work of human ingenuity, so perfect
was its construction. Yet there had
been no attempt at alteration since it
was borne from the limb of the tree
where found swinging, except that now
it was suspended by ribbons, while the
bird used none.—San Diego Cor. Chris
tian Union.
An Alarm Attachment.
In Liberia there is neither clock nor
timepiece of any sort, the reckoning of
time lieing guided entirely by tho sun's
movement and position. The sun in
Liberia rises at 6 a. in. and sets at 6 p.
m. almost to the minute all the year
around, and at noon it is vertically over
head.—Boston Herald.
Queer Food.
Among the people of Java cockchafers
are a favorite food. These admirable
economists, the Cliinose, eat the chrysa
lids of silkworms ufter the silk has been
wound off them, frying them in butter
or lard, adding the yoke of an egg or
two, and seasoning with pepper, salt
I and vinegar.—Table.
WASTED LABOR.
The Story of an Kdltorial That Was
Never Printed.
CHAPTER I.
"There!" exclaimed Editor Shackelford,
of the Perkins Junction Weekly Thunder
bolt, leaning hack in his chair, "if that
doesn't settle their hash and drive the in
famous hounds out of town there's no vir
tue in strong English."
Editor Shackelford had just written a
vigorous article in regard to a traveling
auction that had occupied a vacant room
on the principal street of the town for
three or four days and driven a rushing
business, and he felt that he had roasted
them in his best and most scientific style.
His editorial was as follows:
"A peripatetic gang of bloodsuckers
from nowhere in particular and carrying
n lot of snide and worthless goods, ob
tained no one knows how, has infested this
community during the week and worked
off a lot of cheap jimcracks at more than
double their value on the unsuspecting
citizens of our town. These irresponsible
fakirs, these mercenary vagabonds, these
strolling auctioneers pay no taxes, con
tribute nothing to the support of Perkins
Junction, have no interests in common
with our people and deserve to be held as
designing interlopers. Under a thin guise
of friendliness they carry on a warfare
against our best interests. They are public
enemies, deserving of universal execration.
Shun them as you would a pestilence, a
viper, or the raging flames of perdition it
self! Touch not a single article these im
pudent, tramping invaders have for sale.
No man or woman who spends a cent at
their miserable one horse auction is n
good citizen. If you have any self respect,
any public spirit, buy your goods of home
merchants and let these cheap, character
less, despicable outsiders alone. If you
have a drop of patriotic blood in your
veins or any just sense of the duty you owe
to yourself, your family and the commu
nity in which you live, keep away from
these Peter Funks, and do not defile your
homes with any of the cheap, nasty, worth
less 'goods'—heaven save the mark!—they
are trying to unload on the good people of
Perkins Junction."
"I think that will finish them," mused
Editor Shackleford as lie read it over.
CHAPTER 11.
"Jacobs," said the editor as ho put 011
his coat at 6 o'clock p. m. and locked his
desk preparatory to starting for home, "is
that article I wrote this morning about the
auction gang in type?"
"Yes, sir," replied the foreman.
"Make it the leading article on the edi
torial page. When will you be ready to
go to press?"
"Be ready in fifteen minutes. Going to
work off the whole edition this evening.
Got a big day's job work to do tomorrow."
"All right, Jacobs."
CHAPTER 111.
"Oh, Lycurgus!" exclaimed Mrs. Shack
elford as the editor of the Perkins Junction
Weekly Thunderbolt entered his home
fifteen minutes later, "I have something
to show you!"
She took him into the spare room and
pointed to a miscellaneous collection of
things spread out 011 the bed.
"I was coming from down town this
afternoon," she said joyously, "and as I j
passed the auction room I stepped in to
see what they were selling. Did you ever |
see such a lovely counterpane? I got it
for"
"Amanda," said the editor in an awful '
voice, "I"
"Wait n minute. You'd never guess J
what I paid for it. I got it for £1.75. And I
look at those tidies! They only cost me j
sixty-five cents! Then see that lot of pa- 1
per and pencils. 1 got them for you, dear. :
Only a dollar. Think of it! Look at tliut !
beautiful afghau for the baby carriage,
and these towels, and this lot of sewing
machine needles, and the box of soap, and 1
that half dozen plated spoons! I never i
saw things going so cheap. I got this
whole lot for—what's the matter, Lycur
gus? Where are you going?"
"I am going back, madam," said the
editor with a world weary look in his eye,
"to the office of The Thunderbolt."
CHAPTER IV.
"Jacobs!"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you got the forms locked up?"
"Yes, sir."
"Unlock them and lift out that editorial 1
about the cheap auction."
"Lift it out? What the Sam Hill have
we got to put in its place?"
"Put in a dead patent medicine ad! Slap
in that three dollar shoe electrotype! Fill
out the page with Lydia Pink ham! Run
in anything!" yelled Editor Shackelford.
"Yes, sir," said the imperturbable Ja
cobs.
And thus it came to pass that the most
trenchant editorial ever written in the
office of The Thunderbolt was forever lost
to the good people of Perkins Junction.
TIIE END.
—Chicago Tribune. 1
Not Particular.
Wife—Are you going to entertain Mr.
West at your club when he pays us his
promised visit next mouth?
I Husband—No, dear, I don't think enough
of him. I'll have him at the house.—Club.
Too Croat to Hear.
I Visitor—What is the history of that pn
j tient? He looks so happy,
i Warden (of insane asylum)—He is. That
man, madam, succeeded in getting a white
! vest that fitted him around the neck, and
it made hint insane with joy.—Clothier
and Furnisher.
Part of the Itlrd.
The Young Housewife (to the butcher)—
Have you a nice spring chicken this morn
ing?
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, please cut out the croquettes and
Bendtliem to my address."—Chicago News- ,
Record.
They Had Never Met.
"You have never met Miss Gotrox's fa
ther, have you?"
"Never. He overtook me ouce, I re mem- !
bor."—lndianapolis Journal. '
MPORTANT!
We will soon commence, in columns,
the publication of the
Great Composite Hovel,
Entitled
Bis Fleeting Ideal,
The Joint Work of
TV. H. BALLOU,
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX,
MAJ. ALFItEI) C. CALHOUN,
ALAN DALE,
HOWE & HUMMEL,
PAULINE HALL,
INSPECTOR BYRNES,
NELL NELSON,
MAIIY EASTLAKE,
.TORN L. SULLIVAN,
P. T. BAKNUM,
BILL NYE.
Each chapter by a different writer, and the
illuutratiouH in each by a different artist.
DON'T MISS AT I
It is the Literary Sensation oi
the Day.
Will Commenco on Thursday.
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I
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thing needed by
Horsemen.
Good workmanship and low
prices is my motto.
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What is
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and Children. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor
other Narcotic substance. It is a harmless substitute
for Paregoric, Drops, Soothing Syrups, and Castor Oil.
It is Pleasant. Its guarantee is thirty years' use by
Millions of Mothers. Castoria destroys AVorms and allays
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cures Diarrhoea and AVind Colic. Castoria relieves
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Castoria assimilates the food, regulates the stomacb
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" Castoria is an excellent medicine for chil- • Castoria is so well adapted to children that
dren. Mothers have repeatedly told mo of its [ recommend it as superior toany prescription
good effect upon their children." known to me."
DR. G. C. OSGOOD, H. A. ARCHER, If. D.,
Lowell, ilass. 11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
•* Castoria is the best remedy for children of " Our physicians in tho children's depart
which I am acquainted. I hopo tho day is not ment havo spoken highly of their experi
far distant when mothers will consider the real ence in their outside practice with Castoria,
interest of their children, and use Castoria in- and although wo only have among our
stead of the variousquock nostrums Avhicli ore medical supplies what is known as regular
destroying their loved ones, by forcing opium, products, yet wo are free to confess that tho
morphine, soothing syrup and other hurtful merits of Castoria has won us to look with
agents down their throats, thereby sending favor upon it."
them to premature graves." UNITED HOSPITAL AND DISPENSARY,
DR. J. F. KINCHELOK, Boston, Mass.
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Bright Flowers of Spring
tand Summer Time are
PRETTY
MILLINERY
r t EFFECTS.
like pretty things in new
millinery goods. Coino and
Fashionable city milliners
enables us to give all the
"THE NEW YORK." ARE THE VERY LOWEST.
Mrs. B. Grimes, Milliner and Dressmaker,
CENTRE STREET, BELOW FRONT.
JOB PRINTING OF ALL KINDS
DONE AT THE TRIBUNE OFFICE.