Newspaper Page Text
MT Lor * m
Kl Maaso, Id Um twUfkt (kw,
path h* mat m*_
'''• V- ■ ***“• '*'■'*• “* '“ Irf^
Hw “> P"*. tm< h* mada DO rocs ;
K bnl ha would Dot ;*t id* !
Oil th- sna* (it* rad,
face bent don ebon it,
took my bend, u be whleper.n* nid
the deter lifted it. pink met heed,
■‘o Hates to ell that 017 k ttw eeidl
r Oh, Ste donr in bloom I I ion it
kn the hlfh oetgnm treat the path to hide,
had (he to* tern leene hue onr,
Sat I ooold not pane on either aide.
Ter I found myaelf, when I reinly tried,
In the eras of my ateadteat lover.
And he held me there, and he raiaed my heed,
he cloaed the peth before me;
And he looked down into my eyee end
How the leerae bent don from the bourhe o'er*
heed.
To listen to ell thet my level eetd 1
Oh, the leene henginy lowly o’er me 1
I emeu* thet be knew, when he held me feet
1 bat I must be ell unwilling;
Tc-r I tried to go, end I would have passed,
As the night wee come with its dews et lest
■And the sky with its stars wee filling.
*ut he elnsped me doee, when I would have fled, •
And he made me beer hie story;
And hie eoui came out from hie lips and said—
How ttie stare crept out when the whit, moon led.
To listen to ell thet my lover said.
Oh, the moon end stare in (lory!
r * r *“ “ 4 >“vee Win not tell,
And I’m sure thet th. wind, precious rover,
will carry his secret so safely end well
Thet no being ehnll ever discover
One word of the many that rapidly fell
Trom the eager lips of my lover.
And the moon end the stare thet looked over
Shall never reveal what a fairy-like epell
They wove round about us thet night in the dell,
In the path through the dew-laden olover;
"**■ZT* t> ‘ o w bispers that made my heart mU
Aedhey fen from the lips of my lover.
—nesay.j Transcript.
A. MYSTERY OF THE SEA.
A tropical night on the Pacific! The
fiky is studded with stars, which are
mirrored in the vast deep beneath.
There is just enough air to keep the
Dolphin moving a t a quiet rate, and the
passengers are gathered on deck to en
joy the mato’nless evening.
I had be'jn an invalid for years, anil
was now recovering from a very severe
spell of sickness.
- I V as lazily drawing at my Havana,
’puP'ung the' thin fragrant smoke from my
w outh without removing the cigar, and
gazing upward at the brilliant stars as
they slowly sailed overhead. I was in a
deliciously-dreamy state, half asleep and
half awake, hearing only the murmur of
the voices around me as one hears the
faint sound of a distant waterfall.
I presume X had. lain thus for nearly
an hour, and my cigar had burned al
most to my mouth, while the long col
umn of ash eg, was still unbroken, when
something struck my ear like the sound
of a bell. it was not until I had heard it
severe’, times that it seemed really to af
fect ‘my senses.
All at once I gave a start, the ashes
dropped upon my bosom, and I arose to
a sitting position and gazed around me.
The strange, solemn sound was re
peated at regular intervals, as if swung
by the hand of some exhausted sufferer,
or tolled by the swell of the ocean.
The Captain by this time had ap
proached me and stood in the attitude
of Attention.
“ We must be near the land ? ” I vent
: ured to say, rathel in the form of an in
quiry than in that of an assertion.
“No, sir,” responded the Captain;
“the nearest island is a good 800 miles
away.”
“It’s the bell of doom!” exclaimed
Backstay Bp\>, a tall, scarred sailor,
from his position at the wheel.
“ Ps b'j.w! you’re childish,” replied
the Cs.ptain. “ Whatever it is, we are,
r a P> / dly approaching it.”
Such was the case. The - bell was
now heard distinctly to the south, and
was approaching nearer every moment.
Shortly after, the Captain took his
night-glass, and gazed long and intently
in that direction. When he lowered it,
ho said, “I can just discover a dark
body rising and falling on the waves,
but nothing more. Backstay Bob, yon
have got the best eyesight of any one
on board, see what you can make of it.”
Bob resigned his place at the wheel
to one of the men, and came forward
hd took the glass. He held it to his
eye for several minutes without speak
iug, and to all appearance without even
breathing, wliile we awaited his word
with the deepest interest. Finally he
gave a great sigh and lowered it. “ She
ain’t got the least mite of a boom,
yard, or anything like. She looks like
some great hulk of a light-boat Hold
on again ; I see the bell. They’ve rigged
it np to the masthead, so that it swings
back’ards and for’ards every time the
thing gives a lurch to leeward.”
“Can you see anthing aboard?”
“Not a creetur- living or dead.”
“ Keep her away a couple of points,”
•Tied the Captain to the man at the
wheel.
“Ay, ay, sir 1”
And the ships course was altered,
so as to bring her rapidly near the mys
terious craft, toward which all eyes were
directed. Orders were given to heave
to, and get one of the boats ia readiness.
By this time the nondescript was plainly
visible *0 all. It appeared to be an old
hulk, with a single mast in the center.
The bell was suspended from the mast
head, and ever and anon sent forth its
solemn tolling, as the hulk rose and
sank with the heaving of the sea.
Before the ship was brought to, we
had passed the hulk some distance, so
that when we halted there were several
hundred yards intervening, and it was
only dimly discernible.
A boat was lowered, and the C!aptain,
having selected a crew, polled away
toward the latter.
There was something so extraordinary
regarding the appearance and action of
the hulk that the cariosity of ns all was
so intense as to be painful. We strained
onr gaze as the Captain and crew drew
rapidly near it.
We aaw the distance swiftly decrease
between the two objeots, until the
ELLIJAY fig COURIER.
-
IR ; f
W. V. COIVtBSI
Editor and Publisher j
shadowy forms merged into one. And
then followed an impressiie silence—
suddenly broken by a howl, a pistol
shot and a scream ; and, as onr hearts
almost stopped beating, we saw a mo
ment later the boat pull off from the
hulk, and the men rowing with all their
might back to' the ship. As they came
nearer, we discerned that the Captain
was missing.
Backstay nob dashed toward the boat,
and, shaking [his fist at the men, de
manded furiously, “ You cowardly dogs,
where is Capt. Luster ? ”
The devil has got him ! ”
Absurd as the reply might have
seemed at any other time, it was uttered
in solemn earnest, as the ghastly faces
of the crew attested. In reply to our
eager questions, they said the moment
they came along the craft they heard
low, hollow, unearthly sound, which
caused them to hesitate. The Captain
climbed np the side of the vessel, de
scended the hatchway disappeared
from view. He w*s hardly out of sight,
when the noise they had heard at first
was repeated far louder and fiercer. The
next moment the report of the Captain’s
pistol was heard, followed by a terrible
shriek, and then all was still!
Horror-struck, they called loudly and
repeatedly to their '■ommander, but, re
ceiving no answer, ’ed away from the
ship.
“You’re a party set of cowardly
Bneaks, ain’t yon, to go and desert your
Captain that way, when, like enough, he
needed you to save his life,” exclaimed
Backstay Bob, forgetting, in his fury,
that the first mate was among thoso
whom he denounced. “I’m going back
to that old hulk, and, if I can’t get at
the devil in any other way, I’ll put a
keg of powder in it and blow it to
blazes!”
“Bob is right, if his excitement does
make him forget his manners,” said the
mate. “It was not my intention to de
sert Capt. Luster in trouble. The men
were so frightened that I thought it best
to come back and get anew set.”
There was some trouble in procuring
the requisite number, and accordingly 1
Prescott and myself were accepted out
of the passengers. The boat shoved off,
and we rapidly neared the hulk, which
■had acquired a strange interest to us
all.
Prescott, in addition to his revolver,
had a long Italian dagger, which I ob
served him handle, as if to assure him
self that it was reliable. Then, as he
replaced it, he remarked to me, “ There’s
no telling what’s inside that mass of
lumber, and this may be the weapon I
need after all.”
Arriving at the crait, after a short
consultation it was agreed that the
four oarsmen, the mate and myself
should remain behind, ■while Backstay
Bob and William Prescott should ex
plore the hulk. As it was morally cer
tain that some dreadful danger menaced
all who entered the cabin, find as I was
good for nothing, I needed no more urging
than did the mate to remain in my po
sition.
Prescott was first, holding his pistol
in one hand and a lantern in the other,
while Bob followed closely with his cut
lass. We saw them descend the hatch
way; all was still, and then I heard the
single exclamation from Prescott, “Oh,
my God! ”
This was followed by a terrible roar,
a quick succession of pistol shots, a
fierce struggle, and then all was still
again. The next moment both Prescott
and Backstay Bob emerged to view,
covered from head to foot with blood.
“Come aboard,” said they; “thedan
ger is over.”
The next instant we were on deck. 1
rushed to the hold and gazed down.
By the dim light of the lantern we
saw the mangled body of Capt. Luster.
The head and one of the limbs were
gone, and there was scarcely a sem
blance of humanity in the remains be
fore ns. Near him was the gaunt, ter
rible form of a Bengal tiger, killed by
the bullets, cutlass and dagger of Pres
cott and Backstay Bob.
The two latter, on entering the cabin
first, saw the mutilated body of Capt.
Luster. A low growl warned them of
danger, and, as Prescott turned to gaze,
he saw the tiger crouohing and in the
very act of springing. Dropping his
lantern, he fired his revolve*, and, as
the terrible animal bore him to the
floor, he drew his dagger and stabbed
turn again ana again, me neeuio
pointed instrument reached his heart,
which, united with the slashing blows
of Backstay Bob, killed him before he
could do any material injury.
We made a critical examination of the
place. A number of human bones
strewed the floor, and several articles of
wearing apparel, which seemed to indi
cate that the place had been tenanted
by two human beings of the opposite
sexes.
The brute had a chain to his neck,
and had been confined to one comer of
the room by a delicate iron ring, which
had been broken. Over the center of
the room was written something in In
dian dialect, which was pronounced by
the mate (who had spent several years
in India) to read : “ I have sought—l
have found that which I sought—venge
ance.”
ELLIJAY, GA„ THURSDAY, AUGUST 11, 1881.
Carefully removing the body of the
Captain to the little boat, we scuttled
the mysterious craft and saw it sink.
Shortly after the Captain, wrapped in
his winding sheet, followed the hulk to
the depths of the ocean.
BIOGRAPHICAL.
•Toy Gould.
Jay Gould was born at Stratton’s Falla,
Delaware county, New York, in the year
1836. When 16 yean of age, he made
his first move in life, and became clerk
to a “Squire Burham,” atßoxbury, two
miles from the falls, who - kept a small
store, remarkable for the variety, origi
nal character] and infinitesimal quanti
ties of its stock. Here his anditory
nerve became so susceptible that his em
ployer thought it altogether too sensitive
for so small an establishment* lb
fw
j|ray|Ui
Burham had managed to obtain intelli
gence that a very desirable piece of land
wasforpublio sale, cheap, in Albany,
and determined to purchase it. This he
cautiously whispered to some parties in
the presence of his young employe. On
proceeding to put his design into execu
tion, however, he found that, in the in
terim, his clerk had become possessed of
the property, having availed himself of
the astuteness of his hearing.
The genian of Jay must have been of
no ordinary character, for before he was
20 years of age he appeared suddenly a
full-blown civil engineer; and made a
survey of Delaware county.
When Mr. Grild bade farewell to -3 e
home of his youth, he went to Pennsyl
vania with Col. Zadock Pratt, and start
ed a tannery ih conjunction with that
gentleman, at a place named Gouldsboro.
In 1859, Mr. Gould began to speculate
in Wall street, in railroad stock; and,
it is said, as a curbstone broker. At
that period his means were limited, and
his quarters in New York most unpreten
tious. From the very first, however, he
had the reputation of being a most suc
cessful man; and this was of itself an
amount of capital not easily estimated.
He neither smoked, drank nor gambled,
and was always on the qui vive for busi
ness. During the war he profited large
ly by the sale of gold and of stocks, and
took advantage of every defeat or success
of the Union army. Long before the
eloae of the straggle he was said to be a
millionaire.
CONNUCIVS AND TUB CM IN BUM.
The Chinese are supposed to form
about one-third of the population of the
world, and there is some ground for be
lieving that for the last 4,0*0 years they
have held much the same numerical
proportion to the entire human race.
Yet it may be said that there is but one
Chinaman who has earned a world-wide
reputation—one individual who has been
large enough to lift himself above the
millions of unknown, unrecorded lives,
and force himself on the regard of the
Western World. He was not a conqueror
stamping his name on the terror-struck
imagination of surrounding tribes. He
was not an inventor whose memory is
kept green by the gratitude of those who
daily enjoy the fruit of his genius. He
was not a poet uttering men’s best
thoughts and deepest feelings for them
in words more expressive than their own.
He was not even a philosopher, or, if a
philosopher, his philosophy was on the
level of that of Benjamin Franklin. In
short, no ordinary avenue to fame seems
to have been open to him; and yet, if
numbers go for anything, what fame
rivals that of the man who, for twenty
three centuries, has been worshiped as
all but divine by nearly one-half of the
world, and whose words are regarded as
canonical by a people compared to whose
exclusive jealousy the Jewish exolusive
ness is latitudinarian t The secret of his
fame is mainly this: that he was the
Chinaman of the Chinamen, the most
conservative and ancestor-worshiping in
dividual of the most conservative and
ancestor-worshiping race. It was by his
work that the national tendencies and
popular instincts were recognized and
definitely fixed. It was he who formu
lated the relations of ruler and subject.
It was he who gave utterance to those
maxims of personal oonduot which the
Chinese are justly proud U, though they
do not scrupulously observe them.
Especially it was he who gathered into
Chinese canon all the wisdom which had
been tested by previous generations, and
so set the seal ef completeness on Chi
nese life and customs, so far as oan
be done by any man or by any books.
ESTEEMED COXTEMFORAR Y
JKm* • Xnrtpaprr ms Ms IMSi n Frontier
Wm Comtinted.
“I'm an editor mywet," said he, as he
planted his feet on theßrooklyn Eagle
editor’s desk, and lit tlfit functionary’s
pipe. “ I throw ink on the Up Gulch
Snorter at Deadwood, fend you bet I
make some reading mstyr ton the boy*.
Get the Snorter em. exchange here ? ”
“I think not,” repaed the editor.
“Don't know that I evei hoard of it”
“ Yon ain’t been long In the ink busi
ness, have yon?” ask<4 the stranger
quickly. “You don’t Mann to be np in
the literature of the Snorter
throws more influence If the square foot
than all the papers in Bead wood. Let
me show yon the style of that periodi
cal,” and he drew a fUTbf back num
ber* out of his pocket “ See them ad
vertisements ? ” All ctsh. Meeting of
County Board; fist flghijp the Common
Council; mine caved in W nineteen men;
four women lynched; Mayor of town
convicted of burglary; (raid by Indians
—all live news items, bee the editorial?
This is what I say about the Rapid
City Enterprise i ‘The distinguished
consideration in whioh we hoid the three
ply jackass who edits tur noxious con
temporary is only equaled by the rapid
ity with whioh the tumble-bugs will roll
him out of town in the spring.’ Spicy,
-eh 1 You bet! There*a some poetry.
Wrote it myself. Made it np out of my
head. How’s this ?
“ Th* radical* h*T nonrtnated
That lousy, drunkan, dissipated,
Cock-ayad hona-thlef, rim McFaddaa.
Oar candidate it Tatty fcuddan I
“And we elected him, too, for old
stock 1 We go in for poetry out onr
way, from way back.”
“ We don’t doit in just that way here,”
said the Eagle editor, with a smile.
“ Our folks—”
‘ * That’s where you’re bff. You haven’t
educated your folks up' to high taste.
Where I live we’re cultured dear to the
root Here’s my remarks about the ed
itor of the Vermillion Repeater, when
hggrantedto split the Territory: ’We
don’t want to reflect on the press, but
we are compelled to My that tile editor
of the Repeater has stolen Government
moles so long for a living that he begins
to flatter himself tha* F, too, i>oa and
assT’ That busted his business. ”
“But don’t the other editors ever
pitch into you ?” asked the Eagle, rath
er astonished at this revelation in jour
nalism.
“Yon just bet, pardner I Then we
get back in this way. This is some
poetry on the Fargo Newt man for say
ing that I learned to read and write in
the Wisconsin penitentiary. Listen to
:
“ There ia an old clam up In Fargo
Who buys all his ram by the cargo.
He gets drank and spews,
And calle it the JVetea,
And the whole gang to the bar got
“ I haven’t heard from him since, but
he’ll get round to me by-and-by. Here's
a little criticism on our opera-house that
was regarded very highly when it was
pupped i ‘ Manager Whitney is giving a
high-toneder performance than our citi
zens have a right to expect for two bits.
He has engaged the beautiful Gambetta
for two weeks, and for high, artistio
kicking she has no peeress. Her stand
ing jump shows careful thought and
study, and her toe whirls are unprece
dented in the history of the ballet. Mr.
Whitney has shored np the east end of
his minstrel troupe with the justly-cele
brated Patsey Maginnis, the best bones
of modern eras. We are sorry to ohron
icle a row at this temple of Thespian
virtue last night, and we recommend
Manager Whitney, if Shaug Johnson
comes monkeying around there again, to
crack his nut with a bottle.’ And he
did it, too. It shows the power of the
press I”
“ How are you on the political ques
tions ? ” asked the Eagle.
“ Well, we purport to be Democratic,
but men makes a difference, ttdepends
on who’s nominated. We supported
Klingman for City Marshal, though he’s
a Republican. We got around it in this
way. We said: ‘While the radical
party is pig-headed as a freight mule
on all questions of importance, yet we
have a pledge from Tom Klingman that
he will not use the office of Marshal to
affect the tariff, and we will bet S4OO to
S6O that he will go through the canvass
as the Coroner goes through the pockets
of a dead nigger.’ Klingman put up
pretty well, and I stood to win on that
racket.”
“I suppose your paper is confined to
local matters. You don’t do much in
the way ef general literature,” said the
Eagle, by way of keeping up the con
versation.
“ There’s where you’re on your back
•gain. It comes high, but our people
will have it. See this story from Har
per's, biled down to half a column, but
it gives all the facts. Then here’s a
poem by my daughter. She’s a power
ful slmger when she's fed up to it.
! Boiled beef sets her going and a bottle
: of beer fetches the balance. How does
I this strike you? This is hem. It’s
; called ‘Ode to Night:’
“ Tb analog for bn brth of Saw
U parttaUr undmnd.
71, Sun tahlnd bobMlSaafc
I. .etting In U
Th* flash of thalr dears,
the Sky baa patitenleht skirt on
And teattonad It with atarst
■ I km tha tfcnld, ahitnUn* mtkt,'
Ite shadow* and Ite daw;
T lm tha iirinatentlliat *—lySt,
So old and ywt ao naw t
I lon Klsht batter than th* Day,
For paopla tonkins on
Can’t as* m* aktnntns ronnd to saaat
Hy own, ay darllas John I
“Yon don’t get any better truck than
that in the Hast. You see, our people
have got to have the first chop or busk
It livens s paper up, too, this poetry,
and itfa fat for the printers. Here’s a
little thing I dashed right off on the
Yankton Vindicator tor claiming that I
swindled the Government on m hay con
tract :
“A daMriona Yankton isporter
Has baas pitching Into Ms Snorter.
W* find haa the man
Who adapted a plan
To kill hla wlf* isthara sapport hat I
“He ain’t been seen since. Well,
pard, I must get out cm the trail. If
you’re ever out Deadwood way, drop
down the chimney and eee me. You
might m well put me on your exohange
list, and, if yon ever pick np an item yon
can’t use, drop me a line and HI pay you
a little something. So long I”
TRACBnrQ THE TOUXO IDEA.
“Attention, children 1" said the prln
dpal, entering the class-room, followed
by a stranger; “ thin gentlemen will ask
you a few questions in arithmetic). He
ia the Superintendent of Schools at
Mole Gulch, Nevada, that great Wee tern
State of which you Imre so often heard.”
“ Which his name are Dodd—Shorty
Dodd,’* said the Tisitor, and, mounting
the platform, he drew a bowie-knife from
his boot-leg and tapped for attention on
the desk. “We will now prooeed to do
a sum in simple edition. A gentleman
who had a Lead on him from last night
met another gentleman in Dew-Drop
Enn, who put a head on him. How
many heads did that gentleman have
on him 1” “Three I" " Nowyou’re talking.
We will next proceed to subetraotion.
Wall-eyed Bob had five fingers on his
(eft hand (including his thumb), when he
injudiciously called Buckskin Joe a
limping mule. Buckskin Joe drawed
his eleven-inch toothpick, and the bar-.
kt-Ver subsequently swept up two fin
gers. How many fingers had Wall-fyed
Bob left?” “Thieel" “You’re right, and
I’ve SSOO here in this little pocket-book
that says you are.’’
“We generally do these sums in ap
ples and other domestio fruit,” said the
principal, timidly.
“ Quite right, quite right,” said the
gentleman from the far West, “but my
plan is universally admitted to be more
national—more patriotic. It was criti
cised some at our last convention at
Gallows Forks, but a majority favored
it and the gentleman who opposed it
walks with a crutch yet. Now, then,
kids, hump yourselves for a problem in
multiplication and edition. A gentle
man held a full at asocial game of poker
—three nines and two sevens. Haw
many spots was on his cards ?" “ Forty
one I” “Surely 1 Mister, your olassis art
slouch of a class at ’rithmatio. I will
just give the kids one more—an easy
one. Five hoes thieves had operated
for five days before the Vigilantes hung
them, and had stolen twenty-eight head
of stock. How many bosses a day did
each hoes-thief steal?” “ One and three
twenty-fifths of a boss! ” “Bight, and if
any man says you ain’t, don’t take it
from him, if he’s as big as a grain-eleva
tor. Now, mister man, trot eat your
class in moral philosophy 1 ”
A TAICAELE tECEET.
It is related of Franklin that, from
the window of his office in Philadelphia
he noticed a mechanic, among a number
of others, at work on a house which waa
being erected doae by, who always ap
peared to be in a merry humor, and who
had a kind and cheerful smile few every
ene he met Let the day be ever so
oold, gloomy or sunless, the happy smile
danced like a sunbeam on his cheerful
countenance. Meeting him one day,
Franklin requested to know the secret
ef his oonstant happy flow of spirits.
“ It’s no secret, doctor," the men re
plied. “ I’ve got one of the best of
wives, and when I go to work she always
gives me a kind word of encouragement
and a blessing with her parting kies ;
mid when I go home she is sure to most
me with a smile and a kiss of welcome;
and then tea is sure to be ready; and, as
we chat in the evening, I find she has
been doing so many little things through
the day to plnacfi me that I oannot find
it in my heart to speak an unkind word
or give on unkind look to anybody."
And Franklin adds:
“ What an influence, then, hath wom
an over the heart of man, to soften it,
snd it the fountain of cheerful and
pure emotions. Speak gently, then; a
happy smile snd a kind word of greet
ing after the toils of the day an over
cost nothing, and go far toward making
home happy and peaosfuL”
Um amwt.ta Lows asserts ia Food
and Health that nearly $15,000,000 ie
invested in oleomargarine factories, and
that they have added nearly $4 to the
value of every o* kilted.
VOU Vl. -N0.28.
wash nr a TOE at ro jut row*.
The London Telegraph publishes the
following incident, end remarks that
“ there is much in the memories of
Yorktown even now to draw living Bn
gliahmen and Americana nearer together,
and unquestionably the bearing of Gen.
Washington at the supreme moment to
ward his vanquished and humiliated en
emy was of that character which it is
meet and right that historians should not
willingly lot die.”
When, on the 15th of October, 1781,
Lord Cornwallis had lost his two ad
vanced redoubts by storm, he made an
attempt to escape with hie rank' CM'
file who were still fit for duty—rather
more Burn 4,000 in number—across the
river to Gloucester. The attempt whs
frustrated, as might have been expect
ed, when it is remembered that the op
posing forces, French and American,
vastly outnumbered the British, and
that a French fleet of more than thirty
sail, under Comte de Grasse, lay in the
adjoining river and roads. On the
morning of the 17th of October Lord
Cornwallis acoepted the inevitable, and
the terms of capitulation were settled
between him, as representing the Brit
ish side, and Gen. Washington snd the
Comte de Rochambean, as severally
representing the triumphant farces oi
America and Franoe. But it te not
generally known that at the moment
when Lord Cornwallis surrendered to
Gen. Washington, the humbled Ea
gliahman simultaneously uncovered his
head. With characteristic thoughtful
ness Gen. Washington prayed him
to put on liia hat. as—the weather being
chilly and wet—there was danger of
catching oold. “It does not much mat
ter what now beoomes of me,” ex
claimed the dejected Englishman, to
which, in a firm voice, Gen. Washing
ton at once replied: “On the contrary,
my Lord, I anticipate for you a long
oareer of distinction snd honor in the
Bervioe of year King snd country.”
How truly these generous and prophetic
words were borne out may be seen by
those who care to read the epitaph upon
the monument erected by a grateful
oountry to Charles, First Marquis Corn
wallis, in St. Paul’s Cathedral. Yet
memories of this kind serve only te re
mind as that, in Kcble’s beautiful
words, “ Brothers ore brothers ever
more; no distance”—end, it may he
added, no bickerings—“ breaks their
tie of blood.” England is, happily, ea
terms ef the closest amity both with
Franoe and the United States, and no
“ oelebrationa” of events which happened
a oentury since are likely to diminlah
the cordiality of their friendship,
Here aro some words of sarcastic ad
vice from Mark Twain whioh are often
put into an editor’s head by matters not
wholly unconnected with the contents o*
his letter-box : “ Don’t write too plain
ly; it is a aign of plebeian origin. Sorawl
your article with your eyes shut, and
make every word as illegible as you can.
Avoid all painstaking with proper
names. We know the full name of every
man, woman and child in the United
States, and the merest hint at the name
ia sufficient. For instance, if yon write
a character somewhat like a drunken
figure 8, and then draw a wave line, we
know at once you mean ‘ Samuel Morri
son,’ even though you think you mean
‘Lemuel Messenger,’ How we do love
to get hold of article* written in this
style! And how we should like to get
hold of the man who sends them—just
ton minutes—alone —in the woods, and a
revolver in our hip pocket I ”
the hmet journal,
Jehan Soudan Bays: In America, aa
in France, journalism does not make
public opinion, it reflects it, interprets
it; nothing mare. Jokes are often made
at the expense of the reader, who thinks
as his newspaper docs. This is foolish.
1 he reader, a business man or a man of
leisure, demands of a specialist, the
writer, to formulate for him with preci
sion his own opinion of this ox that per
sonage, and of this or that event. If
the phrase of the journal perfectly re
flects his own thought, the reader says:
“Ah! here ia a writer who hits the nail
on the head.” The best journal is the
one mnkew the greatest number of
readers say everyday: “There; that
ia exactly my own idee of it”
A last correspondent wishes to know
if we cannot suggest a title'for a song
she has written, preferring “ something
after the style at that beautiful gem,
•Empty is the Cradle, Baby’s Gone!’”
Certainly we can. Yon might call your
effort “Empty ia the Bottle, Papa’s
Full;” “Whistle Back the Bulldog,
Charlie's Gone;’* “ Empty is the Pantry,
Johnny’s Home;” or “Broken is Her
Bustle, Mabel Slipped.” Any time you
would like a nice name for a song do not
fail to write.
Advice to the milkmen: Don’t cry
over spilt milk, but carefully fill up the
can with just enough wrier so the milk
will color it, and oootinue peddling.
Constantiotds tea 45,000 Jews and
thirty-six synagogue*. Nearly 40,000
i we of Spanish origin.
rr.MAiuirrwrwm
to have the bulga*^**
Tmu Ins Mu iyn flpiTrhiritn I call
to the ansa - Handkerchief
A loose lady ia Wisconsin refused an
o&r of marriage ou the ground that her
father was unable to ssppart a largo
family.
Wmnr a physician Isssrts his profes
sion to the pulpit the inferenoe is that
he sen preach bettor than he can prae
ttoe.
A neT.T.Miiv to his professor of phi
losophy: “ Sir, at whsi ago do you think
reasoning commence*?” “At about 7,
asnslly.” “ And at what age reason?”
“Jfeverr
Nswlt-maubiep husband: “Thisis a
friend of mine, my dear—a friend of
twenty years’ standing.” His bride:
“ Good gracious. Then pray give him
asset, fear I am sure ha must ba tired.”
Thxbb are some very economical girls
in Haw Jersey. For a social entertain
ment the other evening a young lady
chose to baa shepherdess, because, she
■aid, she could afterward use the crook
for a astern poin
A WmrvniT.l. hriy ran her last year's
i haslet through a olothes wringer, and
gapp she baa the most stylish hat in
to wn. The ribbons and trimmings re
semble watered silk, with smashed soap
babbles an the strings, and miniature
snowballs of starch clinging to the tips
of the feather.— Whitehall Timet.
Dom was on* evening admiring the
foil moon, ahining out bright and dear.
The next day she went visiting with her
parents, and did not come home till
evening. It was doudy, and the moon
looked dim ana pale. “I don’t like this
moon 1” said Dotty. “It don’t shine
good. It isn’t half as nioe as our moon 1”
Tss winter seemed quite long and
tiresome to Caddie, who was too small
to skate or elide down hill, and he longed
to warm weather. One spring morning
he awoke to find the snow mostly car
ried off by a great thaw in the night.
0 I” he shouted, joyfully,
“the fields sis all oovared with bars
ground I’’
▲ KUASAKT SITUATION.
Tkey earn* onto a 4ifron place,
Whaia aha might oome to harm;
Sa feared ahe’d fan, and aoha aald,
“ Won’t ran aocapt mj anf ”
“ Oh, no,* aha quit# demurely aald,
“ Unlean, air, yon oommaud;
Bat than I thin! It better far
That yon accept my hand.”
Their glaneee met, the heart at eaoh
Waa In the month. Oh, bllaa I
Thoae hearta van fnlokly Joined In one,
And welded Vlth a Urn.
A wicked follow in the cross timbers
near Denton, Texas, was desperately
aiok and lying at death’s door, when he
was called upon by a minister, who
urged him, in view of his probable early
departure from the shores of time, to
“wrestle with the devil.” The siok man
called attention to his emaciated limbs
and unstrung muscles, and said ; “Do
I look like -wrestling with Satan ? Why,
ha would trip me into perdition the first
peas t ” ____________
and ECHATMma nr the revised hew
testament.
Prof. Fisher, of Yale, commends the
work of the revisers as follows:
“The authors of the New Revision,
had they undertaken to exclude all
archaisms, would have been obliged to
go farther in modifying the tone of the
received version than was necessary or
desirable. They have wisely decided
to retain such as are perfectly intelligi
ble and oannot be dropped without dis
pelling in scane degree the atmosphere
that invests the ancient translation.
There is no objection to saying that
Joseph ‘minded to put her away privi
ly’ (Matt. L 19). Every one sees the
meaning of ‘minded’ at a glance, with
out reflection. In some instances, how
ever, archaic forms have been retained,
which are leaa agreeable, and whioh
might have been spared without the
least harm. Why was it necessary to
retain the word ‘bewrayeth’—‘Thy
speech bewrayeth thee’ (Matt. xxxi. 78)?
The difference between this word and
‘betrayeth,’ if there be any difference,
readers will not discern. In the Lord’s
prayer, why do we still read, ‘Which art
in heaven,’ for ‘Who art in heaven?’ B
appears that the retention of ‘which’ is
do* to the English branch of the Board
of Revisers. H is a remarkable fact
that the Fnglial-. company, with the up
rightness which belongs to the charac
ter of tone scholars, and with a genuine
English baldness in a matter where
truth is -r*tke, do not hesitate to alter
the form of the Lord’s prayer, by sub
stituting ‘as we have forgiven’ for ‘as
we forgive,’ and ‘deliver us from the evil
one,’ in the room of ‘deliver us from evil’
—it is remarkable, we say, that the same
aoholars should ding to the old ‘which’
for the modern and more grammatical
‘who.’ Fearless in revising the Greek
text to make it accord with the demands
of truth, they are excessively cautious
about modifying the F.nglish phrases
which represent it. Owing to the same
mood of feeling, they hold on to ‘whiles ’
—‘whiles thou art in the way with him*
—(Matt. ▼. 25) as if ‘while’ in the room
of it were not harmless, and a better
word to the modem ear. If it be asked
why ‘whioh’ is kept in the Lard’s
prayer and ‘whiles’ in the Sermon on
the Mount, the solution must be 'found
in that tenacious conservatism in minor
things which belongs, in unison with a
courageous spirit of progress, to the
•Rnglivti mind, and is discerned in many
phenomena of English life. Why do
the boys in the great school at Winches
ter still eat their supper off wooden
{dates? Why do the lawyers and Judges
still load their heads with ponderous
wigs? When suoh questions are an
swered, the reason will perhaps be
found why the giving up of dear old
‘which’ and ‘whiles’ is a thing not te
I be thought ot”— SorUmer’e Uonthlg,