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THE DIVER.
BY PEARL KIVEBS,
Who wartee the summer pea
Os pleasure, fiudeth nought
But shells that eruptv be;
The diving-bell of Thought.
Upon such shallow flood
Cau only idiy float,
As floats the lily-bud
Within its leafy boat.
Deep down in depths of woe
He vrho would Poet be
Must dive, to find below
The pearl of Poesy.
Once found, some word or liuo
In all the diver sings.
Will tell of salt sea-brine
Or stormy battlings.
But strange and happy lot!
The world that buys and wears
The diver’s pearl, sees not
’lis set in tears.
A SITUATION.
She stood at the crossing of the vil
lage street just as the shower came
down. It had been a rainy morning,
the drops filtering playfully through
the clouds, interspersed with dazzling
outbursts of sunshine, bnt now a pelt
ing, merciless torrent rushed sharply
downward, gathering vehemence from
past delay.
And there stoo l Bessy in the midst
of it, one pretty foot stretched doubt
fully outward to feel for a stepping
stone midst the torrent that swept over
the crossing.
Quite by accident, of course, young
Brownley, dawdling at the depot, in
doubt whether to take the next train,
caught sight of this vision, as he drum
med with idle fingers on the gray-green
panes of the waiting-room. It was
quite by accident also, of course, that
in a second after this he was crossing
the street a little further up, armed
with a big umbrella. As Bessy, s' ill
doubtful, glanced ruefully about to
see if she could reach the nearest tree,
or had better brave it out, this stranger,
picking his way through the mud and
wet, stood by her side.
Now we all know that it does not do
for a woman to overstep conventional
limits; slie-must keep to the bars of
her gilded cake, and twittsr happily
behind them. To allow a gentleman
to speak to her without an introduction,
evin if he were on a raft, while she
floated by, going politely to the bot
tom, would be a thing of very doubtful
etiquette. But down came the shower,
and there stood Bessy with an umbrel
la, Under some circumstances, it must
be owned, conventionalism makes a
poor sbow beside savageism, and young
Brownley, having more or less of the
savage lingering about him, proffered
his umbrella. It was promptly accepted
by the girl who had evidently far less
regard for the proprieties of life than
for her dripping dress.
“ Oh, dear !” she said, '* it’s com
pletely spoiled, I suppose. This is the
second time I have started out to see
poor little Tom, and been stopped by the
rain. I hope it won’t rain this way every
after noon.”
“I almost hope that it will,” said
her companion, glancing at the bright,
flushed face beside him. “I always
carry an umbrella.”
Now it must be confessed that this
commendable prudence and foresight
had sprnng up in the young man within
the last ten minutes. But what of that?
Reforms must begin at some time, I pre
sume.
I have observed that, as a rule, most
heroes of romance are well provided
for. They have a higher sphere o
troubles than tho mere harassment of
looking for bread and butter. An f
right enough it should be so, say I. <1
is a pity if we can not have a place I 1
refuge, between book covers at least ß ,
where the contemptible common-place
of life is not'thrust upon us. All hail
to the heroes with rich uncles aDd old
aunts, and good-humored mole-eyed
grandmothers, and forth-coming lega
cies 1 I’m sorry I can’t place my hero
among them ; but he’s an intensely
every-day follow, not fit for such high
society. He hasn t even a distant rela
tive in Tndia with one foot in the grave.
The fact is, the youth had actually
come up to Evansville looking for a
situation in the big country store of
Vander <fc Cos., and what is more, he’d
been refused it.
But here, however, with the incorrigi
ble hopefulness of youth, he walked
along beside Bessy, and forgot all about
it. He expected to leave her at some
cottage gate near by, and so he did
presently. A pretty low-roofed house
a ood just in sight, with a row of red
and white hollyhocks nodding up to its
caves, A scarlet-runner, dripping and
shining in the shower, half hid a little
window faeiDg on the lane, wherein a
fantastic assemblage of spools, beads,
and jars of confectionery looked out with
an eye to trade.
The girl flung open the gate.
“Won’t you come in?” she said.
“ Aunt Polly will be glad to see you.”
“No, thank you,” said the young
man, staring stupidly after her, as she
disappeared among the hollyhocks.
“Lives there, does she?” he said,
contemplating the tiny shop-window.
“I’m too late for the train to-day.
Guess I’ll call in to-morrow. Wonder if
they keep fishing lines ?”
The next morning, after lounging
about the village, and trying vainly lo
get a sense of his situation, or rather
want of one, young Brownley brushed
his coat with extraordinary care. •
“ No signs of a show to-day,” hesaid,
as he strolled up the road. “ Wonder
if I'd better take the train.”
And with that he turned up the lane
toward the little shop. A clean old
woman, in a wide-frilled cap and wrink
led face, sat rockiDg herself in the
doorway. She looked up as the gate
latch clicked ; a great at purring cat her
feet rose sleepily, curling its tail, as the
intruder entered. “ Fishing lines?” The
The old woman set abontf ambling, spec
tacled search among her motley stock,
but none were to be found. He could
get them up at Squire Vander’s big
store in the village. Ah! well, the
young man recollected just then that
he wanted some thread. He was often
in want of a bit to sew a button on with.
Poor young fellow ! ” said Aunt Polly
to herself, commisertingly; “ boarding,
I suppose!” And needles? would he
have needles ? He could’nt get no bet
tor than her’n any where. No, to be
sure not. And while the good woman
was putting up a parcel sufficient to re
store all the stray buttons in Christen
£l)c illcpuftic llK’chli) Jnurmil.
VOLUME IV. NUMBER 34.
dom, her customer sat expectant, wait
ing, but not for the package ; perhaps a
trim little figure might suddenly alight
in the room, coming in from among the
hollyhocks, or tripping daintily down
the old stairway visible just beyond.
“ Did —did your daughter get very
wet ? ” he inquired, very abruptly at
last, considering how long he had been
contemplating the querry.
“Sairy Jane? I hain’t seen her to
day ; but their h use do leak some,
that’s certain, which is bad for Tom,
who’s got the whoop—”
But suddenly the old lady grew en
lightened. Her spectacles seemed to en
large themselves. The frill on her cap
widened out interrogatively.
“ Bless my soul! ” she said ; “ what
upon airth am I thinking of, to be sure !
Ido get things a little confused, what
with so many inquiring arter Sairy Jane
and Tom. And you be the young man
that see her home with the umbarel ?
Miss Yander, I mean. Oh, bless your
heart ! she only stopped here to ask
after Tom, and to get in out of the wet;
though she did match some worsted, I
recollect, and what’s more, left them
behind her when she hurried off arter
the shower. I’d be obleeged to you,
Sir, if you’re going that way just let
her know they're all safe.”
Going that way ! The young man
lingered as ho closed the gate, and the
sense of his poverty and idleness did
come upon him then with a deadly
weight. What matter to him, or to any
one, which way he drifted ! As he
walked down the path among Aunt
Polly’s nodding hollyhocks, he could
have found in his heart to envy the old
woman her quiet little way-side nook,
and the undisturbed certainty of her
homely existence.
So it was Squire Vander’s daughter
he had escorted so bravely with the
umbrella ! —Squire Vander, who ewned,
as Aunt Polly had told him, “no end
of lands in these parts.” “ What a fool
I am to bo lingering about here 1”
thought our friend, as he wandered on ;
“I’ll be off by the next train.”
But then, hadn't he a commission to
Miss Vander, wasn’t he charged with a
message for her. and wasn’t 1 msiness busi
ness? Helieardthe resounding whistleof
the train as it swept out of sight while
lie still loitered. He passed the squires’
big mansion wistfully. What right had
he to look in at tho pickets—a poor
wandering waif that would shortly bo
in want of a breakfast ? Tho great
fields of waving corn goldened in the
sunlight, the orchards on the slopes
huog lustily ripe with fruit, and under
the trees li re and there the cattlo stood
cooling themselves in the shade, ami
lazily whisking off tho flies ; a pretty
sun-lighted scene, where probably no
comfortable farmer, no hospitable house
mistress, would have conceived it possi
ble th t the decently dressed young
man strolling idly by was without a
dollar in his pocket or an object in the
world.
Object ! Oh, well, perhaps not ex
actly that. Not if one can translate
that gleam in the young man’s eyes, as
through the trees that skirt Squire
Vauder’s lawn he catches a glimpse of
a pretty figure in fluttering muslin, sit
ting and swaying itself leisurely in a
great swing under the boughs o a
spreading oak ; to and fro, and fro, the
airy figure Hits, the leaf shadows em
broidering her white dress, and glints
of sunlight spangling her braided hair.
Should he venture in ? He stood irres
olute, and as he stood there came an ir
ruption of small boys through a side
gate—a pack of hungry youngsters just
let out of school,
“ I say, Bessy, is dinner ready?” they
cried.
“Come here and give me a swing, ans
wered Bessy, iuconsequently.
As they approached, the boys caught
sight of the watchful, wayworn face
face peering through the shrubbery.
“ Why, that’s the chap was down at
the store after a situation !” cried Jack,
Jim, and Jerry in chorus.
Bessy turned hastily ; she knew her
friend of yesterday in a moment. “Oh,
come in! come in!” she cried. “I
ought to have thanked you fer your
kindness last night.”
“ I just—jnst missed the train,” said
the traveler, startled out of his self
possession, and naturally, under the
circumstances, giving utterance to the
first fib that suggested itself.”
“ Going away ? Why, don’t you find
it pleasant here ?”
“ Very pleasant, but—”
“ But the hotel and boarding-houses
are all full, I suppose.”
“To tell you the truth,” burst out
the young may, won to strange confi
dence by the frank eyes looking out at
him, and speaking out the bitterness of
his heart, “It would make very little
difference in my case—they’d crowd me
out, whether or no, for I oould’nt pay
for a room.”
Not pay for a room ! Bessy’s eyes
looked up at the broad front of her
father’s house, where door and window
stood open, free and spacious. So
much room and to spare while others
were so straitened. But the shadow on
her face was quickly turned to a smile
at beholding the alacrity with which
Jack, Jim, and Jerry had monopolized
the swing.
“ Now there’s a fellow could give us
a regular toss all together 1” cried little
Jack, his merry black eyes looking out
toward the tall figure at the gate.
There is no resisting fate, and before
he knew it Mr. Brownley was fairly in
that sacred inejosure, the leaf shadows
fluttering over his tall figure, and over
Bessy’s aren face, and over the rosy
merry boys, as they swung, laughing,
skyward, sent up with a will, once,
twice, and again. And while they were
all thus merrily engaged, an elderly
gentleman with an ivory-headed cane
came walking up the path.
“Father,” said Bessy, soberly, “this
is the young gentleman who ‘ was so
kind to help me in the rain yesterday.”
“ And such a fellow to lift!” cried
Jack, as he came down from his ride in
the tree-tops.
“Ah,” said the old gentleman, eyeing
the youth sharply, “ Mr. Brownley,
whom I saw yesterday, I believe.”
“ He’s a regular brick, father 1” cried
Jack. “Such a swing! If you take
him in the store, it ’ll be jolly—then we
can swing every day !”
“Ay, ay,” said Mr. Vander, smiling,
as his young people clung about him—
“ay, ay, to be sure; that’s all young
THOMSON, GEORGIA, AUGUST 26, 1874’.
folks Tfciuk about nowadays—a jolly
time! Well, well, come in to dinner,
Mr. Brownley, and we’ll talk the mat
ter over. And so you thought it no
harm to try again. Nothing like per
severance, my lad !”
Mr. Brownley did not state that he
came with a message from Aunt Polly.
Perhaps he forgot to deliver it alto
gether. I am not sure.
But this I can affirm, that in the
annals of Evansville it is related that
tlie successful Mr. Brownley, the hon
ored and honorable Mr. Brownley, rose
to his present estate from a very hum
ble position—a mere place behind a
counter—and, as some hint, by first se
curing a place in Bessy Vauder’s heart,
which situation, I understand, ho holds
to this day.
A Singular Adventure.
The Evening Star prints a communi
cation making the announcement of the
of the supposed existence of a i ace of
Albinos on the Rio Grande, near San
ta Fe. The paper vouches for the
standing and good character of the
writer. The communication states that
in the month of July, 1815, the writer
was traveling east from the Pacific, and
seeking a gap or pass though the moun
tains, whioh would lead to the Rio
Grande, south of Santa Fe, he found a
passage which led into their country.
It was a canon of thirty miles in length.
From the outlet of the canon he travel
ed about a mile, when he found three
women and two children, their skin as
white as snow. Immediately one of the
women left the place in haste, and,
about sundown, three men came riding
rapidly down on tho fiuost horses ho
ever saw. They were well mounted
and well armed. Tlioy immediately
dismounted and disarmed him.
They wero white men, such as are
frequently seen in Santa Fe, and some
times in California. The next morning
early, ho was ordered to mount hiR
mnle; one of the men rode ahead of
him, and the two others followed be
hind. After riding about twenty miles
they dismounted, and ordered iiim to
do the same. They had a short ooufub
together, and he was ordered to mount
his mule. They then gave him all his
arms and traps, with the understanding
that he was to make good time out of
tho canon, and continue going in that
direction without looking back. From
that point he traveled thirty miles be
fore ho reached an Indian village. It
was that of a tribe of Comanches.
When he told the chief, by signs, that
he came out of those mountains, ho was
afraid of him. He said that they were
the abode of the evil spirit, and that no
Indian that went into those mountains
ever returned from them. He describes
the country as circular, surrounded by
steep and high mountains, covered with
snow, without a break or pass.—C7ii
vtitjo Times.
Royal Magnificence.
Bo passed the famous Marlborough
House fancy ball of 1874, until that
happened which happens at every ball
—-till people began to get hungry,
in spite of all the amusement before
them. Then, at half past 12 o’clock,
their royal highnesses led the way (the
blind Duke of Mecklenburg taking in
the Princess of Wales) into the upper
tents which were pitched in the garden,
and reached from tho ball-room windows
by a descent of a few steps. There
were two tents, a long marquee with ta
llies accommodating between two and
three hundred people, and a smaller one
with a buffet. The supper was a bril
liant scene ; for, besides the feast itself
and the gorgeous throng which
partook of it, tho tents were finely
decorated. Figures of men in armor
and rich tapestry were set and hung ail
along the walls of the larger marquee.
This was splendid, but the smaller, and
still large, tent of the buffet was ex
quisite. Here all was scarlet. The
walls were bung with scarlet velvet In
dian carpets, wedding presents to their
royal highness frr m an Indian princess,
embroidered in the centre with gold
and precious stones in the Indian man
ner. Oa the tables were scarlet gera
niums, scarlet geraniums hung in bas
kets from the roof; the servants wore
scarlet liveries. The vista along these
tents thronged with such a gay and gal
lant company more than five hundred
strong, was very splendid. Supper
done, there wasdancing till daylight came
and after; till at last the enci came, and
tho ball, which we have endeavored to
prevent from going the way of all balls,
was over. The art and taste which wei.t
to perfect all its arrangements deserve
indeed a better fate than to be forgotten.
The pride of our people requires that
there should be a well-ordered magnifi
cence in the lives of their princes, and
certainly His Royal Highness, the
Prince of Wales, proved himself last
night well descended from kings whose
courts have never been wanting in
splendor.”
Spurgeon’s Advice.
“ You ministers who have got to be
fine and intellectual, clear your throats
and preach Jesus Christ; pull the vel
vet out of your mouths, ye gentlemen
who use fine words, and speak so that
the people can understand yon; and
mind Christ, and Christ crucified. Ye
Methodists who are getting to be very
respectable, get to be as red hot as
Methodists used to be; ye Independents,
be like the old Puritans ; and ye Bap
tists, who seem to be damped with cold
water, or worn out, pray the Lord to
baptize you with fire, and that will be
the verv best thing that can happen to
yon. Look at your chapels, half full;
yonr congregations, half asleep ; yonr
preacher, often reading from his book,
and not preaching at all; or, when
when preach ng, preaching as though he
were not awake mnch lower down than
his neck; his heart is still asleep, and
only his month is talking.”
—A Sunday-school teacher wishing
his pupil to have a clear idea of faith,
illustrated thus : “ Here is an apple—
you see it and therefore know that it is
there ; but when I place it under this
tea-cup you have faiih that it is
there, though you no longer see it.”
The lads seemed to understand per
fectly ; and the next time the teache
asked them, “ What is faith ? ” they an
swered with one accord, “ An apple un
der a tea-cup.”
JOAQUIN ABROAD.
The Roaming Poet of the Sierras on the
A p plait Way.
Joaquin Miller has an article in last
week's Independent on a drive on the
Appian Way. It is written in an eccen
tric, off hand manner, and is very char
acteristic. We give some extracts be
low :
“When a man from the far, far West,
from the under world, as it were, makes
his way around the globe tn l comes
first upon the footprints of the apostles,
he is thritled by a sort of awe that noth
ing else can produce. He feels some
how that he lias come upon the confines
of another world, a better world and a
fairer one, and he, for the day at least,
is a better man for the fact.
“You get tired of Rome in a month
or two, in spite of yourself—ruins and
galleries, towers and churches (365
olmrches—if there had been more days
in the year there would have been more
churches in Rome)—and you want to
get outside the great brick walls some
where and sit down and rest. You are
a sort of anaconda, that has at last swal
lowed an ox, and you want to steal away
and lie down and digest it.
“I had kept the Appian Way as some
thing sacred, a sort of dessert to be
taken when all else had pailed and
grown dull.
“ The road by which Saint Paul first
entered Rome, and by which tho Cath
olic tradition says Saint Peter attempted
to escape crucifixion in the Eternal
City, still lay under the mantle of im
agination, and now, at last, when deter
mined to leavo Rome for a little rest,
my ehum and I—my ohum for a day, a
sour, one-eyed old ruffian; a reformed or
perhaps unreformod pi raid; a man
whom I had mot in Rome, and melted
into aud liked because he was so hated
by all others, and was very homely and
plain with his big forked teeth and hol
low-eyes—well, this man and I had res
olved to take a carriage and drive along
the Appian Way, to the first railway sta
tion on our way to Naples.
“Wo were cheerful over the prospect
of doing a Gypsy business, tumbling
ovor grassy tombs of tho Ciesars, pick
ing lip a few skulls by the way, and
above all seeing this road—the road of
all the roads that lead to Rome—and so
talked cheerily over the matter at break
fast. >,
“The Appian Way is dreadfully dis
appointing. It is not more than twenty
or swenty-five feet wide, and there is
not a shade tree to be seen along the
way.
“On either hafid lift great walls, that
hide tho gardens and the peasants at
•their labor; and bnt for the interesting
relics which compose these walls in part
you would find but little_tp amuse you.
“These walls in many’ places have
been repaired, or were originally built
of broken marbloplnndored from heaven
knows what ruined city or place, for
these Romans seem to have hud no re
spect whatever for antiquity. The
great St. Poter’s church, foi example, is
built for the most part, out of stone:
taken from their most picturesque
ruins.
“ You will notice a broken arm reach
ing helplessly out of this wall on the
Appian Way in one place, as you pass,
and in another you will see a pretty
cluster of flowers. A part of a giant
serpent is also to be seen, along with a
hundred other like fragments of art,
where the storms of time have laid
bare thd rough masonary of the wall.
“Latterly, however, these gentle
Romans bavo come to preserve all these
things and stick them up in the stucco
walls of the houses all along tho roads.
This, of course, soils the effect, and you
take less interest, in tho broken marbles
when you find they are posted up for
exhibition.
“ Capuchin monks, in brown gowns
and sandals, go by, indolent-looking
and fi thy, though they are said to be
about the best of their kind and very
attentive to the sick in times of the
plague.
“ Now we meet a family of peasants
going into town. They all have loads
on their heads, and chat and sing and
seem very happy. I have never yet
seen a monk carry anything heavier
than his little basket, wherein to put
whatever may be given him in charity.
I may add, however, that that is just
one basket more than I have seen any
clergyman here carry.
“ Virgins and holy families look down
at us from niches in the walls, and now
and then wo pass a Madonna,, with a
burning lamp.
“ An English party, returning in car
riages, meet us here ; and a lot of carts
bearing fruit and wheat for town ; and
we find the great Appian road so narrow
that it is with difficulty that we can
pass.
“ Here is a little church to the left,
in which the guide-book says are the
two foot-prints of our Savior in the
stone. We step in, and find two monks
at the door stringing beads.
“This is tho story of tho foot-prints.
“St. Peter had been condemned in
Rome to be crucified ; but his heart had
failed him, and having met with an op
portunity to escape, he was now making
his way at night on the Appian way
towards the sea. But suddenly here,
on the site of this church, which is
built over the old road, so that the new
road has to pass around it, he came face
to face with his master.
“Peter said : ‘Master, whither goest
thou ?”
“ ‘ I go to Rome to be crucified.’
“At this Peter returned to Rome and
died at the hands of the Romans, on
the site of St. Peter’s church.
“ The very paving stones of the old
road are stiil here and form the floor of
the church. Bnt the good, priest tells
us that this is only a copy of the stone
in which the feet of the Savior pressed
as he spoke to Peter ; and we pass on
towards the church of St. Sebastian,
where we hope to see the original foot
prints.”
—A few days since, at the Royal Ital
ian Opera, Covent Garden, in London,
at the end of the opera, when amid a
hurricane of applause, Mile Albar.i, the
Albany prima donna, was called before
the curtain, a gentleman in the grand
tier threw a bouquet and a box at the
prima donna, the latter of which un
luckily struck her with considerable
force in the centre of the forehead.
The author of this calamity was observ-
TERMS—Two Dollars, in Advance.
ed to throw up his arms with a gesture
of despair when he saw the lady pluce
her hands on her forehead andinstautiy
retire to her private room, where some
simple remedies were applied with
good effect. Perhaps it should be added
that the restoration was a little assisted
by the d'soovery that the guilty box
when opened contained a tiara of splon
did diamonds.
Religious Frenzy in Lapland.
A writer in an English magazine
says, in speaki; g of service in a Lap
land church : “It seems that within
the last few years a kind of fanaticism
has crept in among these Lapps, and
the word of God, instead of ‘ pouring
oil upon a bruised spirit,’ as every one
is taught to believe who will read the
Scriptures aright., only fills them with
imaginary terrors; and, far different
from the creed of the real Christian,
they seem to think the best atonement
they can make for their sins lies in out
ward show. I have seen a little of this
in other churches in Sweden, where at
certain parts of the service the women
all commence groaning and sobbing so
loud that you can scarcely hear the
clergyman. This, however, soon passes
off, and is scarcely worth notice. These
Lapps, however, must have been far
more susceptible, or far more wioked,
for all at once, when the oommnnion
services began, two or three women
sprang np in different parts of the
church, and commenced frantically
jumping, howling, shrieking and clap
ping their hands. I observed one mid
dle-ugod female particularly energetic,
and who sank down in a kind of fit after
about five minute’s exertion. The in
fection soon spread, aud, iu a few min
utes, two-thirds of tho congregation
‘joined in the cry,’ and all order was at
an end. Five or six would duster
round one individual, hugging, kissing,
weeping an .1 shrieking, till I really
thought someone would bo smothered.
One old patriarch in particular, who sat
close behind me, seemed au object of
peculiar veneration, and tho Lapps
crowded from all parts of the church
to hug him. How he stood it I cannot
imagine, but he sat meekly enough,
and at one time I counted no less than
sevou ‘miserable sinners’ hanging
about the old man, all shrieking and
weeping. The religious orgies of the
wild aborigines in Australia round
their campfire are not half so frightful
as this scene, for they at least do not
desecrate a place of worship with their
mad caronsals. ”
A Word, Mothers.
Each mother is a historian. She
writes not the history of empires or of
nat ions on paper, but she writes her own
history on the imperishable mind of her
child. That tablet and that histoiy
will remain indelliblo when time shall
be no more. That history each mother
will meet again, aud read with eternal
joy or unutterable woe in the far ages
of eternity. This thought would
weigh on the mind of every mother,
and render her deeply circumspect and
prayful, and faithful, in her solemn
work of training up her children for
heaven and immortality. The minds of
children are very susceptible and easily
impressed. A word, a look, a frown
may engrave an impression on the mind
of a child which no lapse of time can
efface or wash out. You walk along the
seashore when the tide is out, and you
form characters, or write words or
names in the smooth, white sand which
lies spread out so clear aud beautiful
at yonr feet, according as your faDcy
may dictate, but the running tide shall
in a few hours wash out and efface for
ever all that yon have written. Not so
the 1 nes aud characters of truth, or er
ror, which your conduct imprints on the
minds of yoar oliild. There you write
impressions for the eternal good or ill
of yonr child, which neithor the floods
nor storms of earth can wash out, nor
death’s cold finger can erase, nor th
slow moving ages of eternity obliterate.
How careful, then, should each mother
be of herself in her treatment of her
child. How playful, and how serious,
and how earnest to write the truths of
God on his mind—those truths which
shall be his guide aud teacher when her
voice shall be silent in death, and her
lips no longer move in prayer in his be
half, in commending her dear child to
her covenant God.
Brains.
A writer in Nature says: “If the
brains of different individuals are oom
pared to running streams, in which the
waters exhibit different degrees of clear
ness, as brains give evidences of differ
ences in quality, their thoughts may be
compared to the reflection of surround
ing objects, on the surface of thestreams,
different in intensity according to the
clearness of the wafer or the quality of
the brain cells. Upon this analogy it is
evident that the relative intensity of
different reflections is not dependent at
all on the stream itself, bnt on the illu
minating rower of the objects reflected ;
in like manner we cannot conceive that
the amount of nerve tissue disintegrated
by the greatest minds at the time that
they are evolving their mightiest
thoughts is in excess of tiiat which is
wasted during the same time by the
most common-place member of every
community. Thought is as intimately
connected with the reception of external
impressions by the healthy human brain
as reflections from water are with the
illumination of the surrounding objects;
they are involuntary when cause for
their development is present.”
A Trunk Which Gets ’Em.
Saturday morning there came over
the Great Western road, on its way west,
a trunk whioh made the hair of the
baggage-master stand right up. If. was
thirty-four inches long, three feet wide,
and was made of solid boiler-iron, an
eighth of an inch thick. The handles
were of iron, rivited on with great 1 Kilts
and the lid fastened down with an im
mense padlock. On one end of the
trunk was painted the words : "Sheoan
stand it!” and on the other : “ More
coming !” The railroad men groaned
aloud as they walked around “ them
trunk ” and viewed it from every angle,
and two ominous men, who though* the
owner was going to stop ov-'t. made
tracks out of the depot.— Detroit Free
Press.
The South Sea Island.
Few more absorbing pages will be
found in the annals of travel and dis
icovery than those which relate to the
distant archipelagoes of the South
Pacific. Brilliant in coloring and re
plete with dramatic incident, they offer
exciting visions of wild adventure to
the ardent boy and fascinating studies
to the grown man. From the first
chapter to the last they are packed with
stories of the exploits of brave explor
ers, the conquests of heroes of youth
ful idolatry, the patient labors of scien
tists, tmd the vicissitudes of an advanc
ing civilization. The outrages of the
infamous “ labor ” trade recently
brought to light gives them a still
greater interest from a humanitarian
point of view, and it would not be easy
to write about, them without being en
tertaining. Comprised in several dis
tinct groups scattered across the wide
southern ocean, the islands are popu
lated by diverse races, and in formation
and vegetation are also varied. In
some the women are perfect nymphs,
with soft brown complexions, wavy
black tresses, and as delicate forms as
sculptor ever imitated in marble. They
have musical voices, amiable manners,
and sharp minds; w hile the men are
muscular fellows, of friendly and cour
ageous dispositions. In others the men
and women alike are black, drawfed,
ignorant, and ferocious, with beastly
customs and manners. The land of one
is a fruitful pnradise, and of the other
a lava bed. But whether intelligent or
savage, nearly all the islandeis have
been blessed with a soil that yields
without tillage, and eneonrages gener
osity, indolence, and sweetness of
temper. Most have submitted to the
emollient influence of the missionary,
and of those who have not it is only fair
to say that they are less inherently
cruel than resentful of the wrougs they
have suffered for a century at the hands
«f white traders. Both sides are guilty
of atrocities ; but robbed, kidnapped,
and enslaved, the savage has too often
wreaked his vengeance upon the first
European he has encountered, without
discriminating between enemy and
friend. We read of a village inhabited
only by widows and orphans, the men
having been carried away by slavers,
and on the next page of a massacre of
whites. From this division of crime
obstacles are mot with in inflicting pun
ishments, and it is not an easy matter
to decide whether the savages have not
been incited to their acts in the spirit of
retaliation. It will be observed that
the consequential problem is not, with
out a resemblance to our own Indian
question. — Harper's Mar/anine.
A New Eldorado, a New Florida.
Thus exclaims the Tribune’s special
correspondent concerning the region of
the Black hills, in whose heart the Cas
ter expedition were encamped on August
3, near the south fork of the Cheyenne
river. The expedition started, July 15,
from Prospect valley, Dakota, moved
up the Little Missouri, and thence, as
the valley was destitute of grass, to the
valley of La Bell Fourclie, where grass,
water and wood were abundant. They
frisked around among the outlying
rangeß of hills for a few days, finding a
remarkably fine country there ; ascend
ed en route a prominent peak in Wyom
ing called Inyan Kara, 6,600 feet high,
and at last, striking due east, passed
the Black hills into a valley “ whose
equal,” says Custer, “ I have never
seen.” Their march, that first day, was
amid flowers of rare and varied color
and perfume, numbering 125 species,
many of them unclassified. This was
named “ Floral valley,” and they fol
lowed it to the top of tho western ridge
of the Black hills. On the 30th ult.
the expedition camped near Harney’s
peak, which Gen. Custer and the en
gine rs ascended and found to be the
highest peak in the range. This “ sa
cred country” of the Sioux is described
as one of the most beautiful and fertile
sections of the United States, so that
this correspondent is moved to say that
that he knows no spot where nature has
done so much to prepare homes for
husbandmen. But, more exciting and
appetizing than these promised agricul
tural riches, gold is there. The surface
pans out wealthily in particles of gold
like a pin-head, and veins of •' bearing
qnartx” crop out of the hill-sides. Gen.
Custer has, then, attained the sum of
his expectations in this discovery; but
has not found that fighting which the
borderers predicted, unless the term
may be applied to the aot of one of the
scouts, in shooting an Indian who had
vainly tried to wrench his gun from
him. Tho band to which this Indian
belonged had been induced by the
premise of presents to move their camp
near the expedition’s, but after they got
their gifts they changed their minds and
vamoosed. Their chief, who is decor
ated with the name “One Stab,” was
captured and, after a brief sojourn, was
to be released to go to his kindred and
impress them with tho fact that the
white man was kindly.
Ignorance and Skepticism.
A commissioner of the London
Times, sent out to gauge religious feel
ing in the Mediterranean oountries, re
ports practically that he can not find
any, though he fails to express himself
with the conciseness of the celebrated
chapter on tho snakeß of Iceland. He
says that tho Italians, Spanish and
French are all merely superstitious, by
reason of their ignorance, and not reli
gious at all. The Italians especially are
not disposed to trouble themselves
much with religions questions, or go to
the trouble of any bigotry for anybody.
What religious ideas they have, they
hold on about the same ground as that
upon which they put faith in the un
luckiness of Friday. This explains the
smalt result which all the Protestant
endeavor in the Latin countries
amounts to. We fear that this man
tells a good deal of meLncholly truth.
It *ll proves that the culture of ignor
ance is rather mors productive of skep
ticism than the culture of knowledge.
Cyrus W. Field and Dr. I Hayes,
who Bre to attend the Iceland oolebra
tiou, have received a commission from
one of the New York daily newspapers
to make a thorough examination of the
island with reference to its geography,
habits of the people and other condi
tions and information of interest to the
scientific world.
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FACTS AND FANCIES.
—lt is said that Brigham Young has
made his will, and given his friends ten
children each.
—San Francisco rejoices over the fact
that many Chinamen are departing for
their native land.
—The price current of girls for wives
in Armenian villages is quoted at from
$lO to SBO, according to age and quality.
—Georgia doctors take onions, melons,
'possnms, dogs, skot-gnns, etc., in pay
ment of their bills and are glad to get
them.
—The cost of the new government
building in Cincinnati, the of
which are now being drawn, will be 53,-
500,000.
—A Saratoga belle flirts a tliousand
dollar fan, but there is supposed to be
rest in heaven for (hose who can’t pay
above three dollars for one.
—ln Virginia City, a male Indian
dressed as a squaw, is frequently seen.
He is forced to wear female attire as a
punishment for cowardice.
—They have “ the Morning German”
at Long Branch. Dancing there be
tween ten and eleven o’clock every fore
noon, and is continued for two or three
hours.
—A boy at Rye Beaeh did not know
it was loaded, and the result is a one
eyed hotel clerk. The boy’s father has
magnanimously headed a subscription
list for the one-eyed.
—The other day, when a Georgia man
was being sentenced to execution, he
remarked : “ Judge, yer an old boss in
a ten acre lot, and I shan’t hold any
gihdge agin ye.”
—An up country woman gave birth to
four children last week. When her
husband protested she whimpered out,
“ Shadrach, yon know how these reaper
accidents are reducing the population
of Wisconsin. — Milwaukee Sentinel.
—Chicago women are cool. When a
husband is brought home dead his wifo
doesn’t utter a single howl until she has
searched his pockets and satisfied her
self that he hadn’t any letters from any
other women, then she gives way to her
grief.
—A young lady, who has been greatly
annoyed by a lot of young simpletons
who stop under her window at night to
sing “if ever I cease to love,” wishes
us to say, if they will cease their ool
ishness, come in, and talk “ business, ’
they will confer a favor.
—Patti is described as wearing a
wonderful array of diamonds in “II
Travatore.” In on* scene the has a
coronet, necklace, girdle, bands, rings,
a diamond bird and butterfly for the
hair, and a diamond bouquet for the
bosom. No wonder that she is said to
“glitter from head to foot.”
—Bismarck’s boy is well-nigh as
formidable as his iron sire. He has
just distinguished himself by making a
target of the abdomen of an infantry
officer of the German army. The shoot
ing was done in an affair of “honor,”
and was a natural result of the military
custom of carrying the honor in tho
abdomen.— Courier-Journal
—No doubt Miss Jones, of Norris
town, Pa., would have dreamed of see
ing her future husband after placing a
piece of wedding cake under her pillow
the other night if she hadn’t eaten two
plates of ice cream, a pint of strawber
ries and a couple of large pickles before
going to sleep. She prefers remaining
single than to marry the man she saw.
—This is how it happened down in
south-west Missouri:
Ho found a rope, and pioked it up,
And with it walked away;
It happened that to t’other end
A horse was hitched, they sav.
They found a tree and tied the rope
Unto a swinging limb.
It happened that the other end
Was somehow hitched to him.
—Dean Stanley preaced to tho vol
unteers at Wimbledon, his subject be
ing David’s fight with the giant of Gath.
In the course of his sermon the rever
end genileman remarked that what
gave such a charm to the Biblical inci
dent from which he took his text was
the fact that David, “a yonng volun
teer, sneered at the regular army, and
redeemed the honor of his country.”
—Dyspepsia is a national evil, and is
largely due to rapid eating, particularly
among “business men” and “brain
workers.” With many persons it is im
possible for the body to carry on the
work of digestion wtule the brain in also
working hard. The stomach must I ave
some nerve force with which to perform
its duties. A little time for rest before
eating, as well as afterward, is of great
importance to many persons.
—Smuggling is pursued resolutely
on the Belgian frontier, but Woystin
Woytard was caught at it the other day.
Ho attempted to run the line by driv
ing at full speed, but tlxe custom-house
soldier brought down the horse with his
rifle. There was S6OO worth of tobacco
in the wagon, and the horse was in
armor, and so armed with knives about
the bridle that one could not have stop
ped him by hand witnout being cut to
pieces.
—Thomas Moran’s last big picture,
the “ Chasm of the Colorado,” has been
Bold to the government for SIO,OOO.
This picture is tho companion to his
“ Canon of the Yellowstone,” and both
pictures will be hung in the alcove of
the senate gallery of the Capitol. Mr.
Moran is better known as a designer
than a painter, bnt since he has turned
his attention to painting, ke has taken
a high position. He is very successful
as a delineator of landscapes.
—Exactly the opposite idea was in
culcated reoently by Dr. Wordsworth,
Bishop of London, who preached a ser
mon in Westminster Abbey on the sub
ject es cremation. He oould not con
ceive of any thing more barbarous and
unnatural, and one of the first-fruits of
its adoption would be to undermine the
faith of mankind in the resurrection of
the body, and so bring about a most
disastrous social revolution, the end of
whieh it was not easy to foretell. There
was no conceivable greund on which
the custom of burning the body could
be defended, and were it to be intro
duced among civilized nations, it would
confirm and increase the wide-spread
licentiousness and immorality which
dow prevail in all tho great capitals es
the world.