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HERE LET ME REST.
Jlcrs let me rent, wliere the bright sun is shining,
Aikl nit n> atti the branches that gently do wave,
And list to the dirge < f the sad t ea repining ;
Ah! here let me reHt, darling, clone brWy f*rnv('.
1 have wandered afar, but the world haw neernod
dreary,
O’er its mountains and valleys, and Arabia the
blessed ;
I liavo nailoil o’er wild rnaiiiH, au<l now, lone and
weary,
I come to thy grave. Oh ! here let me rest.
Weary darling, with long yf ars of waiting,
Ever true to our vows, otir lirst love I kept ;
I’ve been dead to the world, to its partingsond meet
ings, . **■,
To its juya to its sorrows ; ah ! here let mo slc^j>.
What was this that I heard while, enfolded in slum
ber,
I lay on the grave where my darling was laid ?
There wan gathered around mo a throng of vast
number, *
And among them my darling was you, still a maid.
Then you knelt by my side, and called me your dar
ling.
And said you had come to drive sorrow away,
And you bade mo arise, and no more, as a starling,
Repeat the same tale again day after day.
Yon bade me go join in life’s love and life’s labor,
To comfort the weary, to help the oppressed,
To think lees of myself, to think more of niv neigh
bor,
To live to do good, and in this to find rest.
Yes, here will I rest, And, when life’s fitful fever
Is over, I’d .join thee, to part nevermore.
I'dcoise from my wanderings; in my dream a be
liever,
I’ll seek to strew blessings through life evermore.
No more will 1 turn from this life audits labor,
N T (,i more will I say that my life is unblessed;
The? love I bear tlioe shall henceforth serve my
neighbor;
In loving and serving henceforth will I rest.
IIOREID MISS LEIGH.
Tom Luttrell, aged twenty-four, was
r thoroughly good fellow, good-tem
pered, good-looking, and heir to a good
property, but he had one sorrow—he
was engaged to a girl he had never
seen.
Some ten years before a dispute had
arisen about a certain Hillingdon es
tate, in Leicestershire, to which Mr.
Luttttdl—Tom’s father—and a certain
Carmvorth Leigh both laid claim. Lit
igation seemed inevitable, and the legal
fraternity began to piick up its ears,
when one morning Mr. Luttrell received
the following note ;
“Dear LuttrellYou and I have
been good friends all our lives, and
there is no man living for whom I have
greater esteem than for yourself. Can
not we, then, settle this wretched busi
ness without troubling these infernal
lawyers? My uncle, Haughton Leigh,
had a suit that lasted him twenty years
and killed him in the end. Now, listen
to me; ray daughter Nellie will have
all I’ve got at my death, except Bar
field, which goes to Jack’s boy. Why
shouldn’t sho marry your boy Tom?
Let the property alone for the next
ten years ; then Nellie will be eighteen
and Tom four-aud-twenty—if they like
to marry then, well and good ; if either
should decline to carryout the arrange
ment. let tho property go to the other.
“ This is a rough idea of mv plan,
which Jackson, your lawyer, could soon
put into shape. What do you say?
Yours etc., Carnworth Leigh, Barfield.”
To this proposition Mr. Luttrell
agred, and Tom found himself an en
gaged man at fourteen. Soon after
this Mr. Leigh was obliged to leave
England for his health ; and for many
years he resided on the continent. So
it happened that Tom and his future
bride had never met.
About a month before the time fixed
for the decision Tom betook himself to
a small inn in the village of Settlebourn,
near Stockford, nominally to fish, but
in reality to escape from his father’s
arguments and to get a little time to
himself for quiet reflection, while he
solaced his wretched soul with tobacco.
One day as he lay smoking by the sil
ver Beck something fell from the bank
above him and dropped lightly on the
water, while a girl’s voice exclaimed :
“Oh, my gracious, my hat!”
Tom looked aud saw a very neat littlo
hat tl rating, boat-like, down the stream.
“Bother the young woman,” liegrum
b’e 1; “I suppose, now, she’ll expect me
to fetch it !”
As he rose he looked up the spot
from which the voice had proceeded,
and saw a girl who o beauty surprised
him. Sho stood bareheaded on tho
bank, ga/.iug with a look of comic dis
may after the fast receding hat, and
Tom 1m 1 an opport unity of examining her
critically, from the little head, with its
crisp, brown hair, disordered by the
wind, to the slim ankles which her posi
tion revealed as she stood above him.
Itunuiug some yards down the bank,
he stepped out upon an old willow,
which protruded over the stream, and
waited in the hope that the current
would bring the hat within his reach.
He was not disappointed, and in a few
minutes more ho was again on terra
Jirma with his prize.
“ 1 must make friends with this young
person,” he thought, as he carefully
dried the dripping feather with his
handkerchief.
The fair stranger had watched his
efforts from her elevated post, and
smiled sweetly on him as he climbed
the bank with his recovered treasure,
ttho had evidently been sketching, for
her materials were scattered in pictur
esque confusion around her.
“I hope it’s not much damaged,”
said Tom, as he looked rather ruefully
at the result of his manipulations.
“ I'm afraid the feather’s in a bad way.”
“ Oh, it doesn’t matter in the least,
thanks. How kind of you to take so
much trouble. But for you I must
have walked homo bareheaded.” •
“ I wouldn’t put it on just yet,” Tom
said. “ Let it lie ill the sun a little and
dry, while you go on with your work.”
“But suppose it starts off again
when there’s no one to recover it for
me ?” she suggested.
“Let me guard it, then, and you can
work in peace. You are sketching, I
see ; may I look?”
“Oh, yes; but it’s a miserable failure,
I’m afraid,’ 1 she said, laughing, as she
handed it to him for inspection.
Tom examined it, and, being a bit of
an amateur himself, proceeded to criti
cise, to instruct. He found
this girl very charmiug : she seemed so
delightfully free from id! conventionali
ty, without at all resembling nis bete
?ioir, the “ fast girl.”
grew quite confidential as the
ti proceeded, and were amazed
mxeu. on consulting their watches,
m e >’ discovered that rt was half-past six!
r *' l ,'tmst fly,” Fhe said, “or I shall be
late for dinner, and Sir John can’t
inland that.”
■ ‘Have you far to go ?” asked Tom,
craftily.
Two Dollars Per Annum,
VOLUME I.
“About a mile. I’m staying at New
lands. Good-by. No, I can carry
them, thanks; I couldn't think of
troubling you any more. Good-by,”
and-sho was off.
Tom went to his room, thinking a
great deal about his new friend, wonder
ing where the charms lay which, even
more than herj beauty, had fascinated
him. “Perhaps it’s her dress,” he
thought; “she dresses better than any
woman I ever saw; and then her boots!”
Here lie lit a cigar and fell into a dream
about the said boots and about the little
white hand which had worked so indus
triously and confidingly under the di
rection of his big brown paw. All the
next day he wandered by the river, but
she came not. That evening he was
restless and ill-tempered with his host
ess and every one who approached him.
The day after he was more fortunate.
She was sitting in the old spot, and
greeted him smilingly.
“You’re just in time,” she said.
“ Look at my tree ; isn’t it like those
bright green cauli flowers you see in
the pickle bottles?”
Tom sat down aud set to work on the
refractory tree, while she watched him.
“I say,” said she at last, “isn’t this
dreadfully improper?”
“ Which ?” asked Tom, workiug away
vigorously.
“ Why, you and me,” she replied un
gramatically. “ We’ve never been in
troduced, and 1 don’t in the least know
who you are or anything about you.
Lady Turnbull would have a fit if she
knew it.”
“Let me introduce myself,” said
Tom, laughing. “My name is Luttrell
—Tom Luttrell: or, if you prefer it,
Thomas Curson Alvanley Luttrell.”
If she had not been sitting behind
him Tom must have noticed the flush
which spread over her face at this an
nouncement. After a pause, she said,
slowly :
“So you’re Tom Luttrell ?”
“Yes,” said he, looking up. “What
do you know of me?”
“There is a young lady staying at
Newlands who is a great friend of mine;
she has told me about you.”
“ Indeed ! And what’s her name ?”
“ Miss Leigh ; Nellie Leigh.”
It was Tom’s turn to blush now.
“Miss Leigh,” he repeated. “Good
heavens ! you don’t mean to say she is
in the neighborhood ?”
“You don’t seem fond of her,” she
said, quietly.
Tom painted viciously. “ I liato fast
girls,” he said at last.
“ How do you know she’s fast ? You
never saw her. ”
“I’ve heard about her,” Tom said
gloomily.
“What have .you heard about her ?”
demanded his companion sharply.
“Why, there was [Ernest Browne;
he met her a little while ago. She
talked along the whole time to him, and
—and swore, I think he said, and
wanted to smoke. Then Tiverton told
mo she was the best hand ut quoting
Artemus Ward he ever heard. Bah !
I hate a girl that quotes Artemus
Ward !” and Tom switched viciously at
the dandelions with his cane.
His companion watched him with a
misclievous smile.
“I wish you’d be less keerless with
that weppin,” she said, “you’ll upset
my water, directly, and then you’ll
have to go and get some more.”
“ Now, don’t you begin it,” Tom
pleaded. ,
“Why not? I like Artemus.”
Tom shrugged his shoulders.
“Well,” his tormentor continued,
“ have you any other fault to find with
your bride ?”
“ She’s not my bride.”
“ But she will be.”
“ No, I’m bothered if she will!”. Tom
broke out, vehemently.
“What! will you buy your freedom
with Hillingdon and seven thousand a
year ?”
“Aye, and think it cheap at that
price.”
“Complimentary to Miss Leigh. Shall
I tell her ?”
“If you like—but never mind Miss
Leigh.”
“You’ve not told me your name yet,”
said Tom, after a while.
“My name?” she repeated; “oh,
never mind my name.”
“ But Ido mind your name. Won’t
you tell me?”
“My name’s Nellie, too,” she said,
musingly.
“Shall I call you Nellie, then?” ho
asked.
“ Certainly not,” she said coldly, and
recommenced painting vigorously. He
was getting on too fast.
Tom watched her silently. “ Won’t
you forgive me ?” he pleaded after a
while.
“Shall I?” she said, holding her
sketch at arm’s length, to observe the
effect.
“Yes, do,” said Tom, it’s so Chris
tian.”
“ Then I wil ,” and she gave him her
hand with a most adorable smile. Tom
felt sadly inclined to kiss it but re
frained.
“Now,” saidehe, consulting her watch,
“ I must be oil.”
“ And will you allow me to carry
your things ?” asked Tom.
But at this moment she was capri
cious, as ladies will be sometimes, and
positively refused to allow him lo do
any such thing. Then arose a struggle
for the “things,” which were, however,
captured by Tom after a short resist
anc \
She turned and walked majestically
away as Tom gathered up the imple
ments with a grin, and followed her.
When he came up to her she was sitting
on a stile, looking dreamily on the
ground. She raised her eyes as he ap
proached.
“ Mr. Luttrell,” she said, “ I waut to
speak to you seriously.”
Tom deposited his burden on the
ground, sat himself on a log facing
her, and waited solemnly,
“ I want to know if you’re quite de
termined not to marry Miss Leigh ?”
“ I am,” lie replied, looking steadily
at tapping his teeth with her
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If he had been looking at her, he
might have seen the smile aud blush of
pleasure which lit up her face as he
spoke.
“You see,” he continued, “it’s my
i father’s marriage, not mine ; and a man
| likes to choo e his own wife. I dare
say there’s no real harm in the young
! person. If she’s your friend, it speaks
! well for her, but still—”
“ But still what ? You’ve never seen
her ; how can you tell you won’t like
her?”
Tom became m re than ever absorbed
in his excavations.
“ The truth is,” he blurted out be
tween the digs; “ the truth is that
lately, quite lately, I think I’ve seen
the only girl I shall ever care to ask to
bo my wife,” and he looked suddenly
up at her.
She rose confused, began to consult
her watch earnestly.
“ I must go, really. Please give me
my things. This is the park boundary,
so I won’t trouble you any more. ”
She sprang over the stile as she
spoke, interposing it between them as
they sad adieu.
“ IN hen shall I ssee you again?” he
asked, as he held her hand at parting.
She allowed it to linger in his as she
answered—-
“Oil, soon, I dare say ; perhaps when
you least expect it. Aud gently re
turning the pressure of his hand, she
turned away. After a few steps she
looked back.
“Auy message to Miss Leigh?” she
asked, mockingly.
“Oh, confound Miss Leigh I” growled
Tom. “ I wish she was in Otaheiie.”
Then, seating himself on the stile, he
lit a cigar and watched her graceful
figure till he could see it no longer.
Suddenly he smote his thigh—“By
Jove ! I never got her name after all,”
he said.
Immediately on arriving at his inn he
commenced a cross-examination of his
hostess, by which he learned two facts.
Firstly, that Newlands was the property
of Sir John Turnbull; and; secondly,
that there were two young ladies stay
ing there, Miss Leigh and Miss Harding.
Next day saw iiim speeding in a
hansom from Paddington to his father’s
house in Brook street, intent on de
stroying that worthy old gentleman’s
peace of mind by the announcement oi
liis determination to give up Miss Leigh
and Hillingdon.
“ Is my lather in, Simms?” he asked
of the butler, when that functionary
appeared to attend his young master.
“ No, sir ; Mr. Luttrell went out with
Mr. Leigh j ust after lunch. ”
“ Mr. Leigh? Is he here ?”
“Yes, sir; Mr. and Miss Leigh ar
rived this morning from the country.”
“The deuce!” said Tom; “they
haunt me wherever I go,” and he re
tired precipitately to liia own den.
“ Bring mo something to eat here,
Simms; and don’t let Miss Leigh know
that I am in the house. ”
By the time he had finished his lunch
his mind was made up. Selecting a
hugely crested sheet of stiff note-paper,
so as to give the document an official
character, he sat down, squared his
elbows, and commenced to write.
The following epistle was the result
of his efforts :
My Dear Miss Leioh— For tlie first time I
address you, personally, though you doubtless
must have been for some time aware of the
link which in some way connects us. The
time has now arrived when our decision must
be made iu regard to our future—whether we
shall go through life together or separate at
once forever. I will not conceal from you,
my dear Miss Leigh, that for some years I have
looked on you as my destined bride, and have
considered myself fortunate in the prospect
of an alliance with one of whose beauty and
goodness I have heard so much. It is but
quite recently tliat I have discovered that my
heart is no longer mine to dispose of, and I
now feel that to urge you to fulfill our engage
ment would be to insure a life of misery for
both of us Let us, then, separate without a
personal interview, which would only cause un
necessary embarrassment. As to Hillingdon,
I resign it to you willingly, feeling sure that
you would make a better mistress than I
should a master.
Trusting, then, some day to meet you as the
bride of someone more worthy to possess yon
thau myself, I am, my dear Miss Leigh, your
sincere frieud,
Thomas Curzon Luttrell.
“ That’ll do, I think. I hope it won’t
smell of tobacco, Simms,” as that wor
thy answered the bell ; “ take this to
Miss Leigh, with my compliments.”
Simms was too well trained to show
surprise at anything; he bowed and
went. In ten minutes he returned.
“Miss Leigh's compliments, sir, and
would you speak to her in the drawing
room ?”
“Oh, hang her!” said Tom; but
there was no escape. The drawing
room was darkened to exclude the after
noon sun, but Tom discovered a w r hite
figure at the far end, w 7 hich rose and
bowed as he advanced.
“I am delighted, Miss Leigh,” he be
gan, “to have the pleasure—Halloo!
Miss Harding ? You here?”
“ Miss who ?” said the laughing voice
of his Settlebourne friend, “I am not
Miss Harding.”
“Then who in the name of goodness
are you ?” he demanded eagerly.
She looked down demurely.
“I’m that horrid Miss Leigh, as you
called me the other day.”
Tom sat down and stared at her;
presently he broke into a great laugh.
“O it’s all very well to laugh,” she
said in an injured tone.
Iu a moment more he was kneeling
by her chair, looking up into her eyes.
“Miss Leigh—Nellie—”
“ I told you not to call meNellie, yes
terday,” she said tartly.
“Yes, but yesterday isn’t to-day;
we’re engaged now.”
Engaged, sir? What, after this ?”
“ O hang the letter! You know I
love you to distraction. You are your
own rival in my love, and you will mar
ry me, dear, won’t you ? ”
“ Certainly not. You said I was fast
aud slangy, and that Hillingdon would
be a cheap price to pay to be rid of me.
And then this letter ! Let go my hand
—how dare you, sir ! Be quiet, Mr.
Luttrell ! Tom, don’t.”
But Tom was not to be denied. After
this spirited resistance Miss Leigh sur
rendered ignominiously.
as her head
In God Ji 'e Trust.
Gossip About Russia and the Rus
sians.
Banks have been regularly chertered
here now for about ten years, and pay,
all of them, 8, 9 and 10 per cent, divi
deeds. These stocks are all worth from
120 to 160. I haven’t yft learned how
many there are in operation, but there
has as yet been no failure among them.
The government exercises a strict watch
over them, and a defalcation would be
simply “ the army for his life or the Si
berian mines,!’ and criminals don’t es
cape here. Capital punishment does
not exist except for attempts on the life
of the imperial family. There are few
or no permanent prisons. I ask, why ?
The answer is: “They are expensive,
aud the government always wants a
larger army, and our mines in Siberia
are not half worked for the wiLnt of la
bor.” It certainly is a very simple the
ory—anybody can “see it.” When a
man is condemned to Siberia his wife
can have a divorce if she wants it, or
can go with him at government expense.
They are sometimes pardoned, however,
and allowed to return, but I think their
estates are always confiscated. I guess
the managers of a failed bank would*
hardly escape. The whole lot would be
“ wanted ” by the government. You
see, I am writing at a sort of random,
giving you ideas as thev turn up ; not
as a regular report. This government
is of its kind perfection and clock-work
itself. The emperor is a man of brains,
force and progress, and I think has u
real love for his people. They certainly
appear verry fond of him, all classes.
He appoints the council, senate, and
courts, and these make and execute the
laws. His displeasure is not a pleasant
thing to incur. The people may be no
more honest than ours, but exposure is
too risky. Bo the shells are never filled
with sand nor do the troops run. r J he
most powerful man here after the empe
ror is “ TrippfF,” chief of police—a man
of wonderful executive ability—always
at a fire, a row, or a parade. He is al
ways just behind the emperor when out,
andsays who may come and who may
go, and who shall be tried, too, I think,
and perhaps wlio may be convicted. He
just runs this city, and does it to per
fection. He is accountable to nobody
but the emperor. If a mistress of some
body makes too much splurge, a hint
from him is sufficient; if it is not, she
disappears—is escorted to the frontier,
quite likely. I send to him to get Amer
icans out of scrapes, or out of the coun
try, or to do anything else. All I know
is that it is done. His dispatch to the
frontier lets anybody in or out or stops
them for examination. He is said to be
a very just man, as he certainly is a very
active one. In regard to one other point
not connected with the leather business
—I get letters from our New England
manulacturers that bogus goods, with
counterfeit stamps on them, are sold
here. These goods are made in Germa
ny, and this cuts off our Collins axes,
Fairbanks scales, the sewing machines,
and others. Our manufacturers say we
have a treaty which protects trade-marks,
and ask me as a business man to pro
tect their goods. I find, upon examin
ation, that our treaty does forbid the
people of each country to counterfeit
trade-marks, but says nothing about
vending or using the goods sold under
the counterfeit marks. So the dealers
here buy axes in Belgium, England, or
Germany, and put an exact duplicate
of the Collins stamp on them in transit,
say at Hamburg, and I am powerless to
prevent it. lam going to try to get
this thing straightened out when I get
fairly at work and well acquainted.—
Letter from Minister Jewell.
Ashantee Superstitions.
The great tradition of the Ashantees
refers to the creation, and is called by
travelers the Legend of the Calabash
and the Book. It is of extreme antiqui
ty, and implies a very early conviction
of the intellectual infiriority of the
black to the white races. They say
that iu the beginning of the world God
created three white and three black men,
with an equal number of women to each
color. He then resolved, according to
the best missionary version of the le
gend, in order that they might be left
without complaint, to allow them to
fix their own destiny by giving them
the choice of good and evil. A large
box or calabash was, in consequence,
placed upon the ground, together with
a sealed paper or letter. The black
men had the first choice, and took the
calabash, expecting that it contained
all that was desirable ; but, upon open
ing it, they found only a piece of gold,
some iron, and several other metals, of
which they did not know the use. The
white men opened the paper or letter,
and it told them everything. All this
is supposed to have happened in Africa,
in which country, it is believed, God
left the blacks, with the choice which
their avarice had prompted them to
make, under the care of inferior or sub
ordinate deities; but conducted the
whites to the water-side, where He com
municated with them every night, and
taught them to build a small vessel,
which carried them to another country,
whence after a long period they returned
ed with various kinds of merchandise
to barter with the blacks, whose per
verse choice of gold, in preference to
the knowledge of letters, had doomed
them to inferiority.
Lost Affinities.
Says a writer in the Boston Tran
script : “In the matter of matrimony,
if in no other matter, Providence evi
dently intends we shall take care of
ourselves. Jf a predestined mate is in
tended for each lover, why not have the
happy pair born with corresponding
birthmarks on each, so that Ferdinand
would have nothing to do but to level
his eye-glass calmly at his adorers until
he discovered, under the hair or behind
the ear, iLM^unc“3xy —14,” or what-
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A Strapping Joke.
A French musician has been creating
considerable social and public disturb
ance by his inveterate disposition to
play practical jokes. His chief object
in life seems to be to worry custom
house officials. Arriving at a place on
the frontier, provided with a quantity
of luggage, he would pretend to con
ceal a huge trunk and a smaller one
from the eyes of the officials, only the
more to excite their curiosity. At last
the larger trunk would be opened. It
would be found to contain thousands of
second-hand trouser straps—an appen
dix of trousers now perfectly obsolete—
which had evidently been packed by
hydraulic pressure, for the most frantic
efforts on the part of the employes
could not put them back again into the
trunk. In the mean time hundreds of
passengers storm at the detention, while
the practical joker calmly looks on at
the bother he is causing. But the
second and smaller trunk has now to be
examined, and the custom-house people
hope there to find him in default.
They ask for the keys. The practical
joker draws bunches of ponderous keys
from every one of his pockets ; none
will fit, until, at last, their patience
exhausted, the custom-house officer
threatens to burst the trunk open. Then
the possessor of the trunk calmly asks
the angry officers if he is married.
“ What business is that of yours?” is
the surly reply. “Only this: that be
fore you •. pen that trunk I would advise
you to go home, shake hands with you
wife, kiss your little children, write
your will, and call at an undertaker’s as
you come back. There are rattle
snakes in that trunk. I never travel
without them,” Of course the man
leaves the trunk instantly, and a mes
senger has to be sent to the head direc
tor, who is shrewd enough to be aware
that he has to deal with some practical
joker. Presently the official returns
and asks pompously, “How many
snakes have you, sir?” “Only six,” is
the reply—“look for yourself.” “Oh!
only six. The head of the department
say’s six snakes can pass, but that seven
would have to pay duty. I am also
directed to state to you that if you do
not leave this office—trouser straps,
snakes and all—in five minutes, you
will be forcibly ejected.” “And who is
to repack my precious straps, a collection
unequaled in the history of the world ?
The law entitles me to all my goods.
You took them out; put them back
again. The best period of my life is
being devoted to finding pairs for these
straps.”
The Completion of the Hoosac Tunnel.
The great Hoosac tunnel, after twenty
years of labor and the expenditure of
twelve millions of money, is at last
completed, at least sufficiently to let
daylight pierce through the mountain.
It was, undoubtedly, a source of relief
and special thanksgiving to the people
of Massachusetts when It was announced
that the last section of stone had been
blown out. While it has been a triumph
of enterprise and skill, its history is
nevertheless marked by many acts of
corruption and ignorance, and the ef
forts of its friends to obtain legislation
developed the most corrupt lobby the
state has ever know. The spade was
first struck on the mountain in 1852.
Although the hole is pierced through
the mountain, much yet remains to be
done before it can be put into complete
order for trains. The tunnel is 4f miles
in length, the section of road to which
it belongs being 45 miles in length, ex
tending from Greenfield, on the Con
necticut river, to the northeast corner
of the state. The total cost of the
road and tunnel to the state is estima
ted at $12,380,000, which will be in
creased several hundred thousand dol
lars by miscellaneous expenses before it
is ready for trains. The direct connec
tions with the tunnel, east and west,
make up a continuous line of road from
Boston to Troy on the Hudson, and this
opens a second line of oommunication
from Massachusetts to the west, the
other being the Boston and Alabama
route.
The Cup That Cheers.
“There is grief in store for teetotalers, ”
says the Tribune; “ the tremulous fore
finger of the drunkard shall be pointed
at them derisively. For many years
they have had him at a disadvantage.
In tracts and books and lectures they
taunted him with tne adulteration of
his favorite tipple. Was it London
stout? They told him of the‘swipes’
collected in drippings from bar-room
sales, fortified with catechu, and bottled
for exportation. Was it ale? They
told him of the percentage of strych
nine that had been devloped by chemical
examination out of the brewings of
some unscrupulous malster. But now
the irrepressible man of science has
turned his lens upon the teetotal bever
age. Nevermore shall the peaceful sew
ing society discuss in security their cups
and their neighbors’ affairs. Never
again shall the hackneyed line of the
bard of Olney be quoted over the hiss
ing urn with any faith in its contents.
The tea of China is a fraud of the most
desperate character. A sanitary com
mittee has sat upon the leaf in London,
and found anew wrinkle in it. The
evidence is absolutely appalling. There
are in the warehouses of London not
less than ten million pounds of tea so
shockingly adulterated as to be utterly
‘unfit for human food.’ Think of it,
drink of it, then, if you can. A billion
of cups that can never cheer. An ocean
of bitterness that can never be sweet -
ened.”
Proposed Tunned Between Scotland
and Ireland. —For many years there
have been projects, more or less, before
the public for uniting Scotland and Ire
land by means of a tunnel; anc. the
scheme has recently been again put for
ward, this time, however, with some
of its being car
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Payable in Advance.
Pork and Potatoes.
“ Landlord,” said a transient guest at
a cross-roads tavern, as he drew near
the end of his dinner, “ won’t you give
me a little more pork to eat with this
potato ?” A moment later he said :
“ There was more pork than I wanted ;
let me trouble you for a little more po
tato to eat with the pork.” And shortly
afterward : “ Well, I declare, I’ve got
some more potato left, and it seems a
pity to leave it—just a small piece more
of pork, if you please.” It ran on so
for some time. At length the landlord
stopped short in front of his guest and
remarked : “ Look here, stranger, ’taint
no use. I’m willing to do anything in
reason to make that pork and potato
come out even, but I’ve made up my
mind, the way you eat, it can’t be did.
You’re bound to lop over on one or the
other every time. Now jest make up
your mind which you’d rutlier leave,
and leave it and quit. I’ve got enough
pork and potatoes, but if you keep on
you’ll bust.”
The United States congress has just
such a guest as that sitting in the lobby
session after session, and sending up his
plate for subsidies and land grants, and
railroad charters, and other such dain
ties, with which the treasury board has
been so temptingly furnished for a doz
en years past. All they want to do is
to make the railroads and the subsidies
come out even, so that nothing will be
wasted. They are helped to a subsidy
and go ahead to build a road. They use
up the subsidy and exhaust all their re
sources, and there’s the road hanging
between two towns or half across a
desert, or in some unprofitable or ridic
ulous position like the hero of a “to
be continued ” romance in a weekly
“story paper.”
Wouldn’t the wisdom of the cross
roads landlord who shut down on his
girest rise almost to statesmanship if
congress should take it up and apply it ?
All parties are on record against the
continuance of this business. The
people have had enough and too
much of it. The fate predicted by the
landlord for his pork-and-potato-eater
has come already upon these railroads.
They have “ bust.” It is a good time
for congress to say : “ Thus far, no
farther. ” Why not say it, even though
the lobby goes hungry?— JV. Y. Tribune.
Lite in a Monitor.
Life in a monitor is not the most de
lightful, and all officers dread to be or
dered to one. Nevertheless, our mon
itors have generally made all trips safe
ly upon which they have been ordered,
and have stood the shock of battle,
as well as that of storm, very well.
Officers who have served and sailed on
them say they are very comfortable;
but this statement is taken with many
grains of salt by otlioro, mlm
that those who thus report are some
thing in the situation of the fox who
lost his tail. The general impression is
(and any one who examines them will
see enough to justify the opinion) that
on a monitor there is not room enough
to swing a cat; that they are very damp,
when not flooded ; that they are illy
ventilated when at sea; that there is
no light except artificial, and that there
are other discomforts. lam told that
when any one has made a voyage on a
monitor (which is generally under water
when moving, except in the smoothest
sea), he comes up with a complexion of
the most ghastly palor, which he does
not easily get rid of. All concur, how
ever, that a monitor is less disturbed
by the motion of the sea than any other
vessel, and the waves which strike
against the sides of an ordinary ship
pass completely over her. Although
the dread of service in a monitor is so
strong and wide-spread throughout the
navy, yet it is held a point of honor as
well as' duty to accept the situation
when ordered to it. The captain’s cab
in od the Manhattan is a very small and
irregularly- shaped cuddy, with the scan
tiest accommodations of every kind.
The other officers are even less well ac
commodated, and the crew, when there
is any, stow themselves away in all sorts
of odd nooks of the most contracted
character.
Where Nickel Comes .From.
Many people arei not away that the
nickel from which our smaller coins are
made comes from a single mine, which
is the only one in the country that is
being worked. This mine is situated
in Lancaster county, Pa. It has been
worked for seventeen years, and devel
oped to a depth of over two hundred
feet. The length of this lode is be
tween two and three thousand feet, and
it produces from two hundred to six
hundred tons per month, employing in
the working of the mine a force of one
hundred and seventy-five men. In the
arts nickel is rapidly coming into favor
as a substitute for silver in plating iron
and other metals. Its commercial de
mand is rapidly increasing, and, as it is
much cheaper than silver, it will un
doubtedly be adopted in the manufac
ture of many articles as a substitute for
that more precious metal. One mine,
the Mine-la-Motte tract, Missouri, was
worked from lhoO to 1855. The ore
was the sulphuret, associated with lead
and copper. About SIOO,OOO was real
ized from the croppings of the vein.
Croppings of nickel ore are found also
in Madison, Iron, and Wayne counties,
Mo. The refined metal is worth three
dollars per pound.
Hard Times is New York. —The
dullness of all departments of trade
shows how intimately society is linked
together. That the stock market and
real estate should be down is natural.
But the grocers, the butchers, the coal
dealers and the bakers say their busi
ness is reduced one-half. The oyster
men tell the same story; so do the bar
bers, the apothecaries and the presidents
of our city railroads. The same is true
of our ferrv boats. How all these in
tasfr ‘Om u a panic, when
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GLEANINGS AND GOSSIP.
—A bungling New Yoik doctor killed
a child, the other day, by dropping a
piece of nitrate of silver down his
throat.
—The Green Bay and Minnesota
railway, which is now 210 miles long
and has cost $5,000,000, is completed to
Winona, Wis.
—One of the London comic papers is
cruel enough to say : “The ex-prince
imperial is raising a mustache. His
friends use a field glass.”
—Wililam T. Tams of London spends
his time hunting for centenarians. He
has just heard of a lady who was born
in 1753, but she died thirty years ago.
—The Ohio state constitutional con
vention, having sat at Columbus, sixty
four days, last summer, will sit at Cin
cinnati, this winter, till its work is
done.
—A New Madrid county (Mo.) jury
recently awarded William Nelson $15,-
000 for the loss of his leg while coup
ling cars on the St. Louis and Iron
mountain railroad.
—Really, Mrs. Clem, the Indiana la
ly, thinks she never will hear the last of
that little murder she committed, sev
eral years ago. She is now about to
have her fourth trial.
—Three Japanese noblemen have
started a bank in London. They are
said to speak a good article of English
and know how to put money where it
will do them the most good.
—At her birthday ball, recently, a
Moscow beauty requested the band to
play a short favorite air, and then went
to the balcony and shot herself dead,
because her betrothed had got very
drunk and was cutting up badly.
—The wife of Andy McNeil, a colored
man living near Memphis, Tenn,, re
cently left his church and went to an
other one, and, as he couldn’t convert
her from the error of her ways by any
other method, he just cut her in pieces.
—The Muscatine county (la.) gran
gers have formed a company—capital
stock, sso,ooo—to engage in manufac
turing and traffic generally, and have
already opened a slaughter establish
ment. Their example will soon be fol
lowed in many other lowa counties.
—James F. Joy, the Michigan rail
road king, has got a big railroad bridge
across the Detroit river, in his brain.
The capital represented by the railroads
centering at Detroit amounts to $1,000,-
000, he says, and the Detroit river now
without a bridge is simply a nuisance.
—The Louisville (Ky.) board of
trade, which was born five months ago,
to the sound of the lute and the ring
of champagne glasses, now regrets its
inability to see how the SIO,OOO expen
ses of the next year is going to be met
nn‘fV fKo of prAQpnt in ti r> free onvjp,
—Messrs Hatchette, of Paris, have
published a magnificent edition of the
Gospels, translated in fragments by
Bossuet for use in his ministry, and left
scattered through his writings, and com
piled by M. Wallon. But the publish
ers lose 300,000 francs, though they
have sold the entire impression.
—The shaft that the Saratoga monu
mental association propose tit raise on
the spot where Burgoyne surrendeed,
in 1777, will be 80 feet square at the
base and 10 feet at the summit, and 230
feet high, and will cost $300,000. Con
gress is invited to head the subscription
list with an appropriation of $200,000.
—Somebody stole $2500 from a safe
in the Exchange bank at Big Rapids,
Mich., last Sunday night, and in the
morning a hole was found under the
building and one broken in the floor.
But it was also found that the hole was
not large enough to receive a man; also
that two men slept in a room adjoining
the bank, that night, that the cashier
took out SISOO on the evening before
the robbery, and that the president had
business in the bank on Sunday and left
the safe door open. These circum
stances, when viewed together, have a
queer look.
—Apropos of the visit of the little
Iturbide of Mexico to this country,
Orrin L. Ray of Pierson, Mich., relates
that at the battle of Huamantla on the
9th of October, 1847, young Iturbide’s
father performed wonders, plunging
into hand-to-hand encounters with com
mon soldiers. Finally, he was cornered
by six or seven men, but continued to
fight, they meanwhile trying to take
him alive, and he did not surrender till
his sword was broken in pieces and he
was covered by half a dozen pistols, and
then exclaimed : The son of Iturbide
has a wife and children, or he would
die here.” Which may be considered a
specimen brick of Anglo-Spanish gas
conade.
—A wooden ship is more exposed to
fire than an iron one ; but, on the other
hand, a wooden hull would not be ripped
from a quarter to half her length by a
colliding bow. We cannot disguise the
conviction that, had the Ville de Havre
been built of wood —provided always
that her compartments were properly
closed —she would be atop of the ocean,
to-day. The Loch Earn was also an
iron structure, but her injury was in
the bow, where she was stronger than
elsewhere ; and then, too, she may have
been made of better materials than the
Ville de Havre. The Fiench court can
hardily fail to clear up some of the
mystery, and shed light to a certain ex
tent on the comparative merits of wood
en and iron hulls.
The Ocean Cables. —The time of
grace having expired, the government
of Newfoundland has announced that it
will foreclose the mortgage which, by
the terms of charters extended to
the ocean cable companies, it holds up
on the properties and business of the
cables when their charters expire. The
matter has been made a political ques
tion in the province, and the cable
stockholders have used every effort to
regranting their