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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,