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A /AREWELL TO THE “MERRI-
VOLUNTEERS.”
(ilE p*Q ATED TO A FKI.®ND.
BY UtZIB.
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SmLjtd tboeghts come stealing o’er ns,,
HofroinHbttils us with her spell, *
Wl.i'st the mournful t horns,
I'rietprj tU kindred, tare ■ wi 11.
Fare Clod he with yoo,
lr> iltVjpf-kest of the fight,
He will yous raaksirom danger,
to just and right. , ,
{io, .i,uii iawvelv, bravely battle fP .
■FiS SraxMStUr loved native sod,
ifKSSotoi ■mgp. yout,friends and kindrrf, J
vn " r trni<t in Ood.
. ,o«*e, brafl men, to the battle, "
Smiggfe for the right, _
Sca2 k embvf.th«t our prayers are yours, * t
■ * .Ajiti asxf'Jwrti are in the fight.
Proudly bear your yraceful banner,.. WmMB
Blessed with tender woman’s tears.
Let it wave in honor ever,
Brave ajjffnoble “Volunteers.” , ,
©feArmrl*ii a gloom is spreading, M H
t~ Fvery -teoato is filled with tears, ■ ~ :
ne in every home is mowing, >1
vdice is beard no more, >* ■
ma-ery beau in silent sadness,- iflEgi
Mas Some toved'mne to deplore. • »
s2s *>:
Yet we would not have you with us,
Sad find fearful the’ the blew ; i t. «
But to have yafe^ha'fflriwarda, , '
Sl £jffl ggfcvts’wekoow.
TTur • Volunteers!”
Fare-vi’-well, onr Foontry needs you,
Let affections ties he riven.
If we meet no more while below,
May we Ml unite iu Heaven.
Ob 1 the earth and sky seem weeping,
As our 3ong we #»dly swell;
Ail who lpve our noble soldiers,
Join us in this last farewell.
Merrucet.'irr Cos., Od.
THE WINE-SELLKirS DAUGHTER,
x '^ t .
THE BEFORE THE
BATTX.S ©l* HEW ORLEANS.
RTvWILMAM HKIIRV PECK.
Author of “Tht'Vrnt/ier* Veuaraner" ""fer
ginia GUiuthin,” “ F»tU, the Rcnega/h" '
“ The Moctoraon," " Fhe.Rcd Dwarf
“ The Family Boom'*' “ The
V* Mack Phantom ,” ’“ !TAe
Cot titan" l ' Jslohs"
COPYIUGip' BKCUiIKD.
CHAPTER XVII.
TUB CONCLUSION.
Paul Amav had been the first to
rush into the room of the captives after
St. John’s precipitate flight,
i The half-crazed wuneseller bounded
into the apartment, with his lips thrill
ing with th%name of 'Rosetta, and as
he saw her her glance met his.
My father! Dear father !” she
cried, springing into his arms. “Oh,
will you forgive me, father V’
“ Not until that scoundrel is dead
at my feet,* exclaimed Paul, with a
bitter curse, and flashing his fierce
eyes iu search of St. John.
■“Seek him upon the roof—haste!”
cried Clara; “or lie will work our
ruin yet.” V
At the sqjfcd of her voice, Paul
stared at hex wildly.
“ A woitifflA- dressed as a man—in
my nephew’s garb ! Who are you ?”
“ Pursue St. John! For your life,
slay him ere he can give the signal,”
cried Viola.
“What signal?” demanded Paul,
still staring at Clara.
“ The signal for the firing and sack
ing of New OrleansJ”
“Ah!” roared the*wine-seller, turn
ing to pursue the conspirator, and
meeting Henry Allison, as he rushed
in, sabre in hand. • ’ ■
“Viola! youamjinharmed?” cried
t Henry, as she snpang forward to meet
“ now,” re
plied the noble glrlT “ Bus follow
Paul —pursue St. John !”
. Hepry needed no second bidding,
And sprang aftcrAe wine-seller in hot
haste, passing QAt Hartley and Count
> Mario, as they pushed into the apart
ment.
“ You are aam, my child ?” was the
iptoteb to §M%rn - literate, JJttos, nttb dracral Jfefmfon.
mutual exclamation of both, as one
Clara and the other Viola.
“Follow your friends!” exclaimed
Vima, anti’the fathers hastened froth
the'room' followed by Several of the
patrot’jrho had accompanied them.
.“ForMha money- of —■»Heaven!”
groaned tbewtrangling Carlos, ip Span
'ish,-as he writhed in the death-grip of
the giantess. “ Ah!—hor^
“He deserves the deatli,” said
with deliberate calmness;, while
Viala and Rosetta hid their eyes from
the terrible scene. “We are power?
less* to rescue him—and !f it were’
oth&rWisp,* I would hot stir a finger to
Save him. But let us follow our friends
do newish to aee him die.”
' harried away, and the maid
ens followed, clasping each other’s
hands, and not daring to look hack
upon the dreadful and appalling glare
Os the staring eye-balls of the justly
punished ruffian. • *
The trap-door which opened upon
the platform was held down by the
weight of the cannon which St. John,
bad dragged upon it at the very in
stant Paul and Henry arrived at the
foot of the ladder leading to theopfin
fagf for several moments had passed
before they 4 could find the. %Hr in the
darkness. Nor did they, until Henry
jfthmhded over a pilflNsf TOffbishJ and
falling against a door, -found himself
in a shiali closet where a smelt. lamp
was burning, left there by '.Raymond
the signal. Arffbutelo of
prepared torches. lay Waists and the
fcy seized and %niteddKbrn.
The 'torches had been pre.pard for
the firing"of houses; they were used to
fOVeal the fate of the chief conspira tor.
Finding axes at hand, Henry and
Paul cut through the trap-door and
its btngei % so that it fell inward, leav
ing the cannonjresting upon the edges
was first upon the platform,
.immediately followed by all
and Rosetta, who had no
desire-ite ascend when Paul cried out:
stiles!” y*
■"Rosetta Viang to Viola Vith a shud
der. She had., loved; ah, how devo
tedly, a few hours before, afffl though
that love had been violently changed
to detestation, could she so soon un
concernedly tear that he was perish
ing ? And was he her father! /,
She sobbed her anguish rfpon Viol a’s
pitying bosom, while those above her
held their breath until the fierce and
defiant shout of the conspiratorjje&led
upon the ear—and then a tearful
crash. ,
“ All is over!’’ exclaimed Paul.
“And now, Rosetta, I forgive you,”
he continued, as he descended the lad-'
der. “ Come, let us look after those
fighters iu the room below. Come,
Rosetta,”
The party were Soon in the late'
prison, but Carlos was dead, —dead,-:
with his throat still in the unrelenting
jaws of the corpse of the giantess.
The hideous form of Raymond lay
cold and grim as he had fallen. •
“ We have no more business here,”
remarked Col. Hartly. “We must
take our daughters home, while meas
ures are pushed to crush the accom
plices of these miserable wretches.”
“ Those accomplices will not act
now,” said Clara. “ They will await
the signal, which will never be given.”
“ The conspiracy will die with its
leaders,” remarked Captain Allison,
“ for as we broke into the house, a
man sprang from beneath the steps
with the cry— ‘ all is up ! Jackson’s
troops are upon us F and escaped in
the darkness. Doubtless the belief
has spread, and by thiiHime the oonj
spirators are hiding themselyjrwich no
' thought but of safety.” W
“Before we part,” said Count Ma
rio, “I have one question to ask of
Paul Araar. And I abjure him by
■ every holy name to speak truly.”
“I will not lie, Benditto!” replied
the wine-seller.
“I am not Benditto. She was Ben
ditto, the fortune-teller,” said Mario,
as he laid his hand upon Clara’s
shoulder. “By means of artful dis
guises and great personal resemblance,
which we increased by every means in
our power, we two have for many
years-passed as one. I am Mario,
Count di Antelli, of Florence. This
is my daughter, lawful wife of him
who was called Henri Le Grand in
Florence and Victor St. John in Amer
ica. Now answer me truly, Paul
Amar—ls this maiden, Rosetta, your
daughter ?”
“I will not lie-—for her mother
seems to have risen from the grave to
claim her. Rosetta is not my child—
though who dare say that I have not
loved her with more than a father’s
Jove ?”«deiaanded Paul.
, ‘iNo one will deny it, my friend,”
continued Mario. “And doubtless
Inehas glVen the love of an affection
ate child to you.” ’ f ' I I
• J 1 * * »- •*- ~
GREENVIT.I.E, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 26, mi.
“ No—lie*' was too noble to hem
father—yet I loved him—love hio
now—will always love blmf ’ sdbbei
Rosetta. ■ ■
“ My,sweet said the wine f
seller, kissing her- yid pressing her to
his bosom. “ Our'lnve makes us father
and child. Do nptAsk me,” he coh ;<
tinued to Mario, who her
father -warf—for will be" barbarous
to miotiorv.his riamo i> her presence,
pc is
He "tooK actoak from a sofa near,
and threw it "over Clara’s shoulders,
his eyes nobility,
as he continued,, ip Your
dress distresses my !fdy, and
with this cloak.jflyfo it, and such a
face above it,;KMKfcfwill- Ije proud to
call you mothtejaffi?- ’* •’ - . V 4
‘ “My mother ? f H."sho. tny mother,
in truth ?V exejaimed-, the bjewildered
Rose.tta, * ’ ,; * -
“ She is, my dhild,. .and doubtlesS’i
you will leai-n to lovfe her as’you d’id;
ifly poor Rosetta; Aahd’hfhis lady Wiff.
love you .as. she wimm/you have always
calledyour mothet ypd,”.*
said Pahl", .with tearful'diguity.
“T .wd I—-I do,”,*said Clara, drawing.
Rosetta- to,her bosom,
emWaclsg her, F-fqjmcl you
itt last; my long-lost C'fa'rwr’.’'
“ Let- her.'jbe Rosettaj” ex
. claimed Paul,- “ maj'iaot. for
get one w r ho fulfilled a tnother’s duty
so nobly.” ’""'j.’jf]
“ She ShaF,” crie.d Count Mario.'
“And now tell us how she fell.-into
your hands;”'
“ First tell me how-you leayned th(i|’
my true name was Francis George. f y
and era antic and Paul, respectfully. .
• {t Very pimply,” -sahl Count Mario,
sailing, “ I witnessed .your duel with
the captain .of Lancers: —I was the
surgeon who’accompanied 'him to the
field of combat—for I have assumed
many disguises during tny search for
Henri Le Grand.
“ But those phantoms—that of the
Emperor—and the doling sCen^fc.
replied Count Mario," * 1 hat - - : ■
herless variety of such
to meet every kind of inquiry from
the superstitious, and every phantom
Os my creating is summoned by? its
peculiar and fixed signal—by glance
or gesture from me to my concealed
assis’tapts. A magic lanterp.can work
woftden? at times. *. *
• ‘Vlsee',” said Paul,
'‘.There-are no ghost|’»fterafil” ' He’
tlieff..«ontinued seriotfsJyy. in' ’Jsa(fiap,'
tftit.-Rosetta might nos understand.:
* ’V Un, Grand poisoned, his wife. £1 a*
jfcnhe n»y o u were ‘i^.-’E’Jorence—Cr*
leather when you —whoml-have nbV-eri
seda 1 until this nigbt4-w6re-. repdftiid''
dead/in France. Ij ’ramoffg other?!,
wag’catlled ip to look upon the supposed
dcad'Jaody—l shall never-, forget the
feaWes of the poisoned..Jady,; as-she
Yvf. upon the floor,.to.
'cteacb-' Her child, a more infant, wtjp;
.gmrlihg and prattling over the uncoil'-.
mother. All knew that ■ the
woman had been poisoned, and by
-Henri Le Graßjg|pijmsba4d —for'ere,
'she sank into su|j|osed detitdrshe de-’
dared that he haa poi§t>n£tU Wr;with
raii orange, and he fled from; Fldrejice
to escape the vengeance’ of.-th’o daw,
as she retained her sen'scsßong-enough
to denounce him. I knew. Le Grand
well by sight, as; one of '.the- most
extravagant and reckless-gamblers in
the city. He was called Ther Ameri
can Lord, and had no friends, though
many satelites.
The relatives of the poisoned lady
refused to take charge of the little
child, from fear of ; the anger of Cqunt
Benditto, your exiled brother, and
then the supposed inheritor of your
estates. Many, too, said the marriage
of Le Grand and Clara Antelli was a
sham or a falsehood; and the little
child was abont to be placed in an in
stitution of charity, when I resolved
to adopt it. I was then traveling back
to France with my young wife—we
had lost the. only child God ever gave
us—and-Bjjpr wife, Rosetta, seconded
my resolution. The lady was declared
dead, the child about to become an
outcast upon the bleak charity of the
world, we had no time to lose—for I
had been recalled to France—so we
took .the child and were on our way to
.Paris with it, not mora than five hours
after itsunother was pronounced dead.
I did not even tell my name to any
one in Florence, during my brief so
journ there, for I had lodged in a
small hotel, and was simply designa
ted as ‘the French soldier.’ We
adopted the child, and I named it
Rosetta, the name of my wife. If hen
I fled to America, my wife and adopt
ed child came with me. We never
heard from Florence after that short
visit. I saw Henri Le Grand—we
called him by another name here, you
know —I knew him instantly when I
saw him,; the first time'’hfter many
years; three-months ago, in my saloon;
and you may imagine hpw I trembled
lest some unfortunate chance might be
tray ay secret to him. Therefore I
never allowed him to suspect that 1 had
ever seen him before. When Col.
Uaartly hinted, to W that Rosetta
deved'that man, I was almost struck
"dead with horror—for I knew he was
her father! I knew no way in which
to get rid of him and preserve my Ro
setta yto myself, -than tiy killing hira.
Fur if I had told him she was his
Yould either have scout-
fremf me.
Ifow you knowmll,” ' y') .
’‘ ♦‘ May Ileaveh bless you as I thank
you,’ ’ said Claf'a;' ’grasping the hand
of the hor.est wine-seller. “ I recov
ered from that seeming death the dEly
aft hr your departure, .-and to my half
ertzed inquiries for. my child, received
bust one ttolditr
What .Trench Balmier - ? There
SitfndredsAfv French 'soldiers in'
£% g.Qing-apd coining. I ltad
s to guide my'search, and ftW
J' into the belief that Henri hie
had. bribed'some- one to steal
Id for him. My father returned
.'fo- Florence a few weeks after, .and
hastened to console We wept in
; eaek -othepV revenge
.—vOwed to devote to its pur-
left Flore-npeAac'compa-
Tadujc,. who. Stands, woun ded’
happy there, and ifci*fdered over ■
aVAPurOpe in pursuit #4he atrocioud
filfcte'of my child. My£nc3e., .Goju!*®
and 'Con
r&tfediiAntelii, sought-iuip disc. Tfap
years ago, they were at spa.
fsither recognized momentl
~he saw. hht, .’from, her -great resem-
me,. at the only .time when.l
—'mifl^ryears. defied
him to his.facc„-; .1 did nut 'recognize
liosefta, though often- Seeing her al>
your house-; for myciiild's face was ia
my e^6jal, the'sweet, soft face of an' in
fant. We are slow in finding a re
semblance to ourselves in the face of
others, and I never dared to attempt
to think hov I looked in my girlhood.
WSM? remembered with a shudirei^-t
a*mere girlish passion—fierce white it'
lasted, hut as ephemeral as unfed fife.
Let Rosetta return to your home now.
To-morrow we will determine upon the
future.”
AH.soon after left the house where
so much evil had been plotted and
.baffled, and all were soon at their re
spective homes.
But in the yard of that house, upon
the damp and bloody pavement, lay a
stark and mangled corpse; a human
-ruin, terribly shattered and brainkjis*
■half'burled beneath, a mass of JpnMu
mortar,- with its once proajj
'-and handsome face crushed to a hljlP
6»s horror, and its superb mouldPM(
J’orm b'atif, broken, distorted and
jUfcsd—its evil soul, fled from ear.tsj
-forever.
So. died the haughty.- .Victor.. St.
John. And the conspiracy died with
.him-, for. his genius and daring had
been-its life. And when the sun went
dewn.-upon the next day, the soldiers
of Britain thought not of crying
“ B'eauty and Booty" over the bodies
of their - defeated generals, but fled
like frightened deer from the face of
Andrew Jackson, the Hero of the
Battle of New Orleans !
When the news arrived, a few weeks
later, that' America and England were
at peace, Capt Henry Allison led Vi
ola Hartly to the altar, and his mother,
ill no more, saw the realization of the
dream that had cheered her feverish
Count Mario, Clara and Rosetta,
and old Valid, with Paul Amar, were
there ; and at the gay marriage feast
that night, our friend, Annette, was
chief of cooks and vigilant over all.
Her only remark, when she heard of
the of death Pierre Rivart, was:
“-He’s dead—and I shall never
know what became of those spoons!”
Henry and his bride soon after sail
ed for Florence to become the guests
of Count Mario, his daughter and Ro
setta. And with them went Yadak
and Paul Amar, leaving the young
gallants of the Crescent City to sigh
over the departure of the heart-free
and now light-hearted
“ Rosetta , the wine-seller's daughter."
Seventy-Year Clocks.— Our brains
are seventy-year clocks. The Angel
cJ’Life-Winds them up once for all,
then closes the ease, and gives the
key into the hand of the Angel of the
Resurrection. Tie-tac ! tic-tac! go
the wheels of thought; our will cannot
stop them; they cannot stop them
selves ; sleep caunot still them; mad
ness only makes them go faster ; death
alone can break into the case, and,
seizing the ever swinging pendulum
which we call the heart, silence at last
the clicking of the terrible escapement
we have carried so long beneath our
wrinkled foreheads.
BLIFKHSS, THE FARMER,
An’eSpressman brought us a barrel
of apples, shq other morning, bearing
no mark of the source from whence
they come. The expressman said the
freight was paid upon them, and we
Were left to wonder who the generous
dehor might- bo. A^ length it occur
red to us that, as Rlukfns had moved
out to WaStrtojtn, last year,,and had
braggNl somewhat about his apples, it
might be. He came in a day or two
afcerWarda|toted, on Our putti; :
question tb*m9r, fteknowledgjr- the
barrel.
We thanked 'him very cordially,
and he seemed to be a Tittle ashamed
that we sh(Wod*f raise his generosty as
well, averring Atliat it was nothing at
all, and thafethc,gift lad |io generoeity
in it, We tjigan to spSjk about fruits,
and the pleasure of aceirtg things grow
through one’s.own efforts.
“Great tiling'this farming!” said
he, lookihgup at the.picture «f “ The
Sower,’.’ which graces oar waR,.
“ It pays, docs itj’-’fwe asked.
“ Pays !” he repeated, looking a lit
tle unhappily; “ well, yes, perhaps it
does; at any rate,' ’tis*well enough to
try to think'so.” f *-’ ir&tMl
m“ What meap.
Wh the season failed you ?
have proved fruitful?” -%
No.” daid he, from It; -hut
jjSpfiteg 1 is- rather uncertaiß-’, thefeire*
Apples this You see,
WPPteNed ray.f^MfrWatffiovrn,
my wife.■fluid to me, ’fail
the wife and went to fiu'nHqg. My
wife claimed the best planes for flower
beds, and left me the. ground beneath
the trees for vegetables, which, she
said, alwayi||grefa£>etter in theighiMe.
I hired a man for arVtpek to dig: up ajqd
prepare my ground, and"‘Le]ped' him
myself at such odd nmtte; jjfigt ojaiH
spare, I bought s of
seed, procured a book off
watermelons,
and a'l went to destruction
in the flood. 1, got fouSaiteore'
but, though jfrjaejffif ratae up, f!! th§|
plants slim, the yte
tims, evidently,'bTweak constitutions?’
and the weeds had it all their ownway/
Such I never saw. They couldn't
be -hjjled. I positively believe that-,
if I'b&d cut them do\yn, before I could
tapAivnind they would grow up again
g/soT let them grow. They seeqjgd.
.nnoyictfentially sent to redeem the char
jj&£er*’ es my garden,., and show the
!yorM"that something would grow in it.
pb&U gratified.
SPBut the apples; they were elegant,
Jsßjje, and plenty. None, of my neigh
|SM»4>ad^y-near as g(jojV and they
qpppiMfea apples for. uhany years.
®Sncon Sloperlooked over my garden
Wall and said my apples would take’
the first premium at any agricultural
‘ fair in the country, and Sloper was a
very conscientious man.
“‘Mrs. Blifkins,’ said I, ‘the pro
ceeds of those three trees I shall de
vote to the purchase of new dresses
for you and the girls, and as my coat'
is a little threadbare in spots, I shall
be able to get me anew one.’
■ “‘Blifkins,’ said my wife, ‘you
must give me credit for seeing the ad
vantages of this place; you know I
spoke about the apples!’
“ ‘ You did, indeed, my desh-,’ said
I, and I felt a glow of admiration for
the shrewdness md forethought of that
astonishing woman. ‘I had -this ad
vantage over Adam,’ I said ;V he Was
teirfpted by his Eve with one apple;
I was tempted by mine with three
trees.’
“She smiled, as though she liked to
he caHed. Eve, and a little flattery does
not cost much.
“How I watched the growth of
those apples, and they fairly blushed,
though not naturally blush apples, as
I gazed upon them. At last, after
consultation with Deacon Sloper, I
concluded to have them picked, and
hired two of my neighbors’ beys to do
it for me at fifty cents per day —for I
would not have the trees Shaken. I
bought them anew ladder and set them
about it. They were bothered about
the ladder, the first day and didn’t
make much progress; th«-*sectmd day
they got fairly into the work, and the
third it was completed. I was on the
spot when the last apple was picked,
but just as they Were, taking down the
ladder the foot’ of one of them slipped
and plunged the ladder right into my
bow window, where Mrs. Blifkins’
choice flowera were.
“ 1 You will drive me to distraction,
Mr. Blifkins,’ said my wife, appearing
at the breach like a soldier ready to
defend it. ‘Yog have had a
spite against those flowers, and now I
hope you are .satisfied.’
“ 1 assured her that malice was not
NO. 31-
a part of my nature, and-appealed to
her as a sensible woman to gay wheth
er I would be likely to manifest such
a disposition at such expense as waa
involved in the destruction of the win
dow ; but she wouldn't see through
the argument, though she could easily
Bee through the broken window.
< “The ladder was likewise broken
by the fall, and the boys,, though a
little terrified at first, ra'ther liked it,
their fear being forgotten *sn the do
raestio cloud that had- suddenly come
over the landscape.
M The apples were put in the new
barrels I had bought for them, at
thirty cents apiece, and I sent for a
carpenter to come and head them up,
which he did. But apples are a spe
cies of capital unprofitable as an in
vestment unless circulated, and I de
termined to send three barrels to mar
ket, after waiting a day or two see
if any one would apply for them! I
found that Deacon Sloper bad man
aged to sell all his, though they were
not nearly so good as mine. I accord
ingly sent three barrels uv by express,
which cost twenty-five cents per bar-
had them left at a friend’s for
sale, » The first barrel he opened re
vealed a~ lamentably braised appe ar
aaefe. ' * They were as speckled as
♦tough they had been suddenly struck
#tb some cutaneous distemper. The
second were ditto, the third ditto.
The hoys had, indeed, been careful in
picking the-apples, hut they had drop
ped* them from the tree into the bar
rel, and the effeet, unperceived at first,
was now very apparent. A few days
ago I went in to see if my friend had
sold them.
“ Sold them !” said he, sardonically,
and I thought rather unkindly, ‘ I
couldn't give ’em away.’
“ ‘ What ? said I, in astonishment,
with a large discount on the profits
looking up in the distance.
.. “’Jiouldn't give ’em. away,’ he re
peated. I managed to get one bar
rel off at seventy seats, to a boarding-
hare credited yo|l ; wjjjr
amount aiui allowed it as commission.’
“He handed me seventy cents, which
|*3?poeketed in silence and went home,
so, “ ‘ Mrs. Blifkins,’ said I, on my re
turn, ‘it’s all up.’
pb ‘“So you’ve been saying all elec
tion time,’ said she.
h-. “‘ I mean our apple speculation-—it
don’t pay.’
“ I told her the story, and she forth
with proceeded to give me that com
fort which she is so well calculated to
bestow.
‘“You should have known better,
Mr. Blifkins,’ said she; ‘but you are
perfectly stupid in all such matters.
You couldn’t ask my advice about it—
oh no! If you had come to me L
could have told you—told you—that
the whole would be a failure—and the
window broke—and my gilliflowers all
gone to shoestrings—but you will
never be persuaded—’
“I left her in the middle of her
speech, convinced that the apple trade
is more profitable when conducted
> with a basket or a stand like that of
the philosopher in front of your win
dow. If I catch an apple blossom on
one of those trees next spring I’ll
pluck ’em off.”
This was Blifkins’ first experience
in farming.
How Hoonuman Monkeys Hill Snakes.
The banyan tree is the favored hab
itation of these monkeys; and among
its many branches they play strange
antics, undisturbed by any foes ex
cepting snakes. These reptiles are
greatly dreaded by the monkeys, and
with good reason. However, it is
said that the monkeys kill many more
snakes in proportion to their loss, and
do so with a cnriously refined cruelty.
A snake may be coiled among the
branches of the bunyan, fast asleep,
when it is spied by a Hoonuman. Af
ter satisfying himself that the reptile
really is sleeping, the monkey steals
upon it noiselessly, grasps it by Die
neck, tears it from the branch, and
hurries with it to the ground. He
then runs to a flat stone, and begins
to grind down the reptile’s head upon
it, grinning and chattering with de
light at the writhing* and useless
struggles of, the
occasionally inspecting bis-work to see
how it is progressing. When he has
rubbed away.the animal’s jaws, so as
to deprive it of its poisoned fangs, he
holds great rejoicings oyur'Ms helpless
foe, and tossing - iTTo the yopng mon
keys, Iqpks oh complacently at its de
struction.
To be happy, the passions must be
cheerful and gay, not gloomy and
melancholy. A propensity to Iwpe
and joy is real riches; one to fear
and-sorrow, real poverty.