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©it Sribwnc Published bv the Tarsmca Fnblishfcac Co.) J. H. JDEVEAU2L Majuobs > VOL. 111. Unquenchable. My love is like the dewy rose She wears upon her breast, Her breath is like the wind that blows Balm-laden from the west; Her smiles are like the sunlight shed On wavelets as they roll, And like the blue sky overhead, Her purity of soul. Her generous thoughts are like the rain That falls on high or low; Her kindly gifts to age and pain None but the wretched know. Her sympathies are broad as day And starry as the night, And when there's darkness on the way, Her presence sheds a light! Such were my thoughts when Love was young, But now, when Love is old, Each fancy of my pen or tongue Is silver turned to gold. I woo’d her in the morn of life, Ere yet by sorrow tried, And now I cherish her as wife— More than I loved as bi ide. —[Charles Mackay, in Temple Bar. A Desperate Encounter. BY DAVID KER. The sun is just rising on a glorious summer morning in the E istern Cau casus, and in its growing light the dew drops on the fresh grass sparkle like diamonds, while the far-off mountain peaks flush from gray into purple and from purple into crimson, and then kin dle to living fire as hilltop after hilltop catches the broadening splendor, till all above and below is one blaze of glory. Over earth and sky broods a hush as • deep and solemn as that of the first morning of creation, and strangely out of place amid that universal peace is this sudden trample of hurrying hoofs, and this cloud of wild faces, and prancing horses, and clanking sabers, and shining gun-barrels, that comes rushing past like a whirlwind. What does all this mean? It means that Schamyl’s guerrillas are at their favorite work once more. Last night fifteen hundred of them swooped from the mountains upon a thriving vil lage in the plain below, which had made peace with the Russians, and was there fore marked for vengeance. The wretched inhabitants, awakened by the crackling of fire and the yell of the ter rible mountain war-cry, fell like sheep before these men to whom mercy was unknown. When the hopeless resist ance had ended with the death of the last man who attempted it, the prison ers and plunder were hastily bound upon all the horses that could be collected; and now the slayers are hurrying back to the hills with their booty and their captives, exulting in their bloody work. But they are not to escape so easily. The flames of the burning village carry the alarm more swiftly than any courier, and the nearest Russian posts are at once on the alert. All through the long night the flying raiders hear the trample of unseen pursuers growing up out of the cold black distance behind them, and gnash their teeth at the thought that the hated ‘'Tchernemorskie Koza ki” (Black Sea Cossacks), who have so often overmatched them in their own mode of warfare, are on their trail once mor j. » Morning comes at last, and as the Circassians pause to breathe their pant ing horses, the sheltering hills to which they are flying loom out very near at hand; but by this time the pursuing hoof-tramp of the Cossacks sounds so loud and so close behind them that there is no longer any doubt about their being overtaken and attacked before they can gain the mountains. And now, bursting at full gallop over the crest of one of the low ridges of this “rolling prairie,” the pursuers come in sight for the first time, and the Circas sians turn in their saddles to look at them. Instantly the dark faces of the savage Mohammedan warriors light up with a terrible joy, and a hoarse, hun gry roar of vengeful triumph ssems to rend the very air. The Russians who arc chasing the fifteen hundred guerril las number only sixty-six I “race round, my sons,’* roan the Circassian leader, “and swallow up the In fact, the Russian colonel had run himself aud his Cossacks into a peril that might well startle even him. Neither knowing nor caring whether the enemy whom he has to pursue num ber fifty or five thousand he has darted in chase of them with what few men he could get together in haste, barely one hundred in all, and of these a full third have fallen behind on the way, so swift and unrelenting has the pursuit been. And now he suddenly finds himself con fronting, with sixty-six men, one thou sand five hundred of the boldest and fiercest fighters on the face of the earth. But Colonel Soussloff is the very man for such an emergency. Ills face seems to harden suddenly like congealed metal but he gives his orders quietly and coolly as ever, bidding his men dis mount, range their horses in a circle, knot their bridles together, and man this living breastwork against the ene my. The Cossacks obey with silent promptitude, and not a moment too soon; for the last knot is barely tied when the Circassians, with a yell worthy of the wolves of their native mountains, come down upon them like a mighty wave. “Fire!” thunders the colonel, and instantly all is one crash of musketry, and one whirl of hot stifling smoke, through which the Circassians’ answer ing volley flashes like lightning playing in a cloud; and the battle begins in earnest. Not a glimpse can the foes catch of one another; but ever and anon some Russian who is doggedly loading and firing within the terrible circle suddenly sees tho face of the comrade beside him stiffen in death or fall writh ing in mortal agony. Closer and closer press the assailants; hotter and hotter grows the fire. All around the fatal ring the plain is like a flower-bed with the gay dresses of the slain Circassians, while within it the ground is snowed over with the white frocks of fallen Cos sacks. Half the Russian horses are lying dead, and the iron circle is beginning to yield; but the unconquerable men pile the corpses of their comrades upon those of their horses, and over ihii hideoui redoubt the battle begins anew. Souissloff,standing like a tower among his few remaining soldiers, is just say ing a cheery word to brave young Cap tain Fediouskin, when he sees the bright, boyish face growsuldenly white and pinched with mortal pain. “Are you hit, my boy?’ asks the veteran tenderly, as he catches the nerveless figure in his arms. “My thigh's broken,” gasps the gal lant lad, trying hard to steady his tremulous tones. “Then, for God’s sake! ’ cries Sous sloff, “cling to your horse, or to me, or to anything you like, so long as you don’t fall It all depends on tho officers now. You’re a favorite with the men, and if they see you go down, they'll lose heart at once. Keep up a little longer, for the love of Heaven! ’ But the last words are drowned in the roar of the Mussulman war-shout‘ “Allah Ackbar!’ (God is victorious!) as 'the human timers around them, maddened by the long struggle and the fearful slaughter, come raging on to overwhelm the indomitable handful by sheer weight of numbers. And now the fight grows fierce and horrible—no longer a strategic combat of discip lined men, but a blind welter of wild beasts. Cossacks throttle Circassians; Circassians fix their teeth in the throats of Cossacks. Men, locked together in a deadly grapple, fall under the feet of the combatants, and are trampled to death without relaxing their grasp, “Fight to the last, boys- show these unbelieving dogs how Russian soldiers can die!” roars Soussloff, who, with his foot on his dying horse aud his arm around the fainting Fediouskin, hacks and slashes like a giant at the grim faces that eddy spectrally through the billowing smoke. Just then Major Kampkoff, with a muttered oath, leaves his broken sword blade sticking in the cloven skull of a Circassian, and seizing the musket of a fallen soldier, braiu* three of hi* aoan- SAVANNAH, GA.. SATURDAY. JUNE 23.1888 end. Sergeant Vioulkoff, left unarmed, stuns tho nearest foeman with a tre mendous blow of his fist, and tearing the yataghan (saber) from his grasp, hews off a Circassian’s arm at the shoulder as one would shred a bulrush. All order, all discipline, is now lost; the whole ring is one roaring whirl of slashing swords and stabbing bayonets, pound inggunstocks, yells, groans and curses. Blood runs like water, and death comes blindly, no one knows whence or how. But all at once tho hellish uproar is out-thundered by a mightier burst of sound, and Soussloff’s set, grim face lights up as it has never done before. “Courage, bids!” ho shouts in a voice like the blast of a trumpet; “hero are our men coming at last. We’re saved I’’ The good news is true. A body of infantry sent in haste to support them, has just come up and opened fire with its light mountain guns, while tho colonel’s own stragglers are seen on tho other sido urging forward their jaded horses to join tho fray! A howl of im potent fury rises as tho bafllod assail ants wheel round and melt like belated ghosts into the mountain mist, while tho little handful of heroes who have survived this unheard-of combat (among whom there is not one man who has not his wound to show) wipe tho blood from their faces, and lift up their pow der-blackened hands in silent praise to God.— • [The Cosmopolitan. Round-Shouldered Children. “For some time past,” says Dr. Tul liode Suzzira-Verdi in tho Washington Star, “I havo noticed children from tho ages of 10 to 15 growing round shoulder d and I believo it to bo duo to tho careless training of parents, and I advised and scolded in many instances. This morning, however, I noticed four children of the same family (boys and girls) all round-shouldered and inquired of the parenrs the cause of that anoma lous condition. I was told that these same children had become erect during three weeks they had been detained from school on account of measles in tho family, but that they had resumed their bent appearance a few days after their return to school. Inquiring further, tho children informed mo that they were required to sit in school with their arms folded across their chests, for tho purpose of fixing their attention. Such a posture during the period of physical development, main tained daily for many hours, will cause the growing ribs and cartilages to adapt themselves to its requirement, and tho stoop of the shoulders and tho contrac tion of tho chest finally to become per manent. This would not distort tho natural shapo of man and women, but deprive them of tho free circulation of air and blood so important to life. It is bad enough that children should have to sit qiietly five or six hours a day, but that they should bo kept in positions which prevent tho develop ment of their chest is almost incredi ble.” He Knew the Skeleton. A physician living in Philadelphia is noted for his extreme thinness, which is made more apparent by his height of six feet four inches. Several days ago, during his absence, a match-boy called at his house, was admitted, taken into tho back office, and tho doctor’s wife bought some of his stock. The money was in a closet, in company with an ar ticulated skeleton, which was disclosed as soon as the door was opened. The boy took one look at the grinning hor ror, and fled from the house, leaving both money and matches. This was related to the doctor, and several days afterward the same boy was seen pass ing the house. On tho doctor's atten tion being called to the fact, he went to tho door, and beckoned the lad to come to him. Holding his fingers to his nose in a very expressive, but vulgar manner, tho match-boy shouted out: “Not much, you tig old ekelington! I knows yer, even if yer havo got on yer clothes!—[Argon aut.” To smile at the jsit which plants a PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Without hearts there is no home. Little sorrows complain loudly; deep distress is silent. Small ideas and big words make a painful combination. We are never so good as when we possess a joyful heart. Happiness is always whore wo find it, but rarely whore we seek. A man’s part is to boar prosperity or adversity in a right spirit. Good company and good conversation are tho very sinews of virtue. Small and steady gains give compe tency with tranquility of mind. Never run into debt unless you see plainly away to get out again. If any one speaks evil of you, let your life bo so that no ono will believe him. If your hands cannot be usefully em ployed, attend to the cultivation of your mind. Let a man give tho reins to his impul ses and passions, and from that moment ho yields up his moral freedom. Os all tho things which man can do or make here below, by far the most momentous, wonderful and worthy uro the things wo call books. To Harness Niagara’s Flood. A somewhat startling proposition in connection with tho general subject of tho transmission of energy to a distance by electricity was advanced by that eminent engineer, tho late Charles W. Seimons of London, who, in 1877, ex pressed his conviction that by this means tho enormous energy of tho fall ing water at Niagara might be trans ferred to New York City, and there utilize! for mechanical purposes. In 1879, Sir William Thompson, tho elec trician, publicly asserted his belief in tho possibility, by means of an insulated copper wire, half an inch in diameter, of taking 20,000 horse-power from water-wheels driven by the falls, and of delivering 21,000 horse power at a distanco of 300 statute miles. Ho esti mated that the cost of copper for the lino would be less than sls per horse power of energy actually delivered at tho re mote station. A series of extensive and costly experiments of this character have been zealously prosecuted within the last few years by HL Marcel Deprez, a French electrical engineer, who was fortunate enough to obtain tho financial assistance of the Rothschilds. The results attained havo been much criti cised by the profession in other coun tries, but it seems indisputable that on at least one occasion more than thirty five horse-power was delivered at the terminal of a conductor seventy miles in length, sixty-two horse-power having been applied to drive the generator, showing a total loss of energy approxi mating forty-three per cent., a result which cannot bo looked upon as un satisfactory. [Scribner' 8. Jealousy Cured Her Illness. One of the most probable of wonder ful cures is reported from Hartford City, Ind. Miss Mary Jane Roberts is the daughter of a wealthy farmer, and three years ago, she and a young farmer by the name of Cole plighted their troth. Shortly after tho engagement Mary Jane went on a visit to Cincinnati friends and while in that city had a fall which brought on paralysis. She has since been a confirmed invalid and not long ago her lover began to cast his glances in another direction until it was rumored that ho was contemplating another engagement. The friends of tho girl feared to tell her of this for a time, but it was impossible to keep her in ignorance. When told of the frailty of her lover she did not swoon nor even weep. She set her teeth and climbed out of bed. She said she felt a little weak but would be well before that man should marry another woman. She is now ax well as ever and is to be marri.d In ». few days. “When a woman wUI, »h® will, and you can depend on't” | fl.2fi Per Annum; 75 cents for Bfx Months; < 60 cents Tures Mouths; Single Copies I 5 cents>-ln Ailvanoa. ‘•Masquerading” For Moose. Under tho present game laws of tho State of Maino the killing of more than ono mooso during a hunting season by any hunter is strictly prohibited under heavy penalties. By that provision of tho law, together with other wise ones, tho woods of Maine are once again thickly populated by moose which were so rare fivo years ago as to bo almost extinct. “Masquerading for moose” was a stylo of hunting to which the scarcity of tho animal, up to tho time the law stopped in to uid it, could bo in a great measure charged. Masquerad ing for moose originated with Nato Moore, of Somerset county, Maine, in 18G1. In that year there was a herd of moose in Moxey township but they a were so wary and shy that Nato was unable with all hit skill to get within gunshot of them, although he camo in sight of them frequently. Ono day after a long snowstorm the hunter found the herd feeding on a side hill, where there were a number of tree stumps all covered with snow. Mooro made up his mind that if he should dress himself in white he might steal close enough to tho herd to get a shot. Ho went home, got a sheet and wrapped himself in it from head to foot. Ho stole noiselessly along, and stalked to within 200 yards of tho herd before his presence was noticed by any of tho ] moose. Then one lifted his head os if ’ listening. A moose’s hearing is very J acute, the breaking of a twig being sufficient to stam pede a herd a distance away. When the moose raised his head Moore stood still and looked so much like tho snow covered stumps of the trees about him that tho suspicions of the herd were re moved, and tho hunter stalked on as tho mooso resumed their digging away the snow togot at tho moss and acorns. Moore’s masquerading was so successful that ho stole within short gunshot of the herd without being discovered. There were ten moose in tho band, and ho killed four of them before they got out of range. After that masque rading for mooso was adopted by many hunt era, much to tho regret of lovers of le gitimate sport. Caribou were hunted in the same way, and a noted hunter named James Parker on one occasion killed sev.-n of these great animals in Moxey pond be fora tho band, in which there were twenty-seven, could get away from his Winchester.---[Mail and Express. Teaching the Crew a Lesson. On a recoct cruise of the United States man-of-war Michigan a sailor, who is a Chicago man, attem- ted to throw an exhausted quid of tobacco over tho rail into the water. His aim was bad, and tho quid fell on tho deck. An officer observed it He would not allow the sailor to touch it, but ord:red tho entire crew to rig up a gun tackle. The gun tackle is a hawser three and a half inches thick, and weighs 2500 pounds. Being seldom if ever use J, it was stowed away in the hold and covered up. To get it on deck and rig it up is a long, hard task. But the gun tacklo was rigged up, aud the commanding cfficer attached to it a silk thread. lie made a loop in the thread, lassoed tho quid of tobacco, made it fast, all hands gave a long pull and a strong pull, and tho quid of tobac co was hoisted ovetboard. Then tho gun tackle was taken down and stowed away in tho hold. It required eleven hours of hard work to get the tobacco overboard, and it is the opinion of tho commanding officer that no more quids of tobacco will be thrown on tho deck of the Michigan for sems timo to come. —[Milwaukee Wisconsin. —■i.l, in Delicate Touch. “Do you know,” asked tho snake ed itor, “that color can bo detected by the touch?” “No,” replied tho horse editor] ‘‘Have you learned the scliemef’ “Not all of it, but I have learned » little.” “Indoedr’ NO. 36.