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In ordering samples, please specify as exact ly as possible the goods desired, and in oideriug goods, state whether something else may be substituted or not, in case the particular article ordered ia sold out, DALY & ARMSTRONG AUGUSTA, GA. “the old shades, BUGG & CONNELLY, PROPRIETORS, Ellis Street, Augusta, Ga. The Best Restaurant and Saloon in the Cite. * Oysters, Fish and Game of All Kinds and at All Hours. THE VERY BEST LIQUORS, CIGARS AND TOBACCO. Orders from the oouutry for Liquors Promptly and Faithfully Filled. <P)c JRcPttffic WM\) joiu'imt. VOLa 22ZX7-Z. THOMSON, FLOWER SONG. Hark \h\ pretty Golden Rod, leaning o'er th brock, How I wish that at your face I might catch a look! Yet you'll never let me peep, tho’ I know 'tla fair, Hid completely out of sight by your yellow hair. Shako tbueo sunny tresses back, why arc you so shy! Noqe to soo except myself and a butterfly! % Tis s-a still and shady hero where the willows nod. Won't yon let me hare one peep, pretty Golden Rod J —Gertrude Alger. TIIE KEY OF THE CASKET. When Chester Seabrook, young, wealthy, intelligent and ambitions of liter ary fame, went to Italy to collect ma terials and to consult authorities before beginning his projected tragedy of * ‘Caesar Borgia,” his friends and relatives in New York were far from anticipating tho actual results of his researches. These had brought about his acquaintance with a certain Dr. Alexander Marini, an aged physician of Milan, who claimed descent front one of the collateral branches of the Borgia family. This old doctor's grand daughter, Lucrezia Marini, was wonder fully beautiful, an Italian blonde, glowing with the freshness of extreme youth, being then hardly 17, and with all tho luster of a loveliness which, ae her grand father declared, revived and reproduced the charms of her of the saute name who was the famous bride of Duke Alfonso of Ferrara. The tragedy remained un written, and Chester Seabrook took to wife this dazzling creature. If, wedding in haste, he afterwards repented Jit leisure, the outside world was destined never to know. His married life lasted a little over one year. His brilliant Italian wife died in giving birth to a son, and tho young widower returned to his native land with his little child, possibly a wiser man, but certainly a sadder one. It was an ominous fact that he never referred to his wile in any way, nor to tho experi ences of his few months of matrimony. A miniature, painted on ivory and repro ducing the glowing yet delicate beauty of the fair Lucrezia, was all that remained to him of that episode in his life; that, and .the boy, who had received the name of Louis, and who bore well his transfer to the United .States, growing and thriving as though ho had been born under the shadow of the Stars and Stripes. When Louis wim a little over 12 years of age his father rlied suddenly of typhoid pneumonia. Mr. Seabrook had never married again, a circumstance usually attributed by tho world at large to lus devotion to the memory of his wife. In this they were probably mistaken. Tho man who has been extremely happy in \ . irruril 1 **•., r*. q who. D left a widower, is u-niff!v very anxious to marry again ns soon as possible. He misses the domestic peat the joys of tranquil l omo efif i ;on, and his desire to remarry ii almost invariably in proportion to the felicity bestowed upon him by his wife. The wi lower of a shrew, a fool, or a dis agreeable and uncongenial woman, is, on the other hand, very apt to remain single. Having once escaped from the dungeon and torture chamber, ho is very careful to keep outof thorn forevermore; and for ono reason or another Chester Seabrook never again made any attempts to enter the holy estate of matrimony. Hu had one only sister, Mrs. Richard Mar ‘!<n, and to her and to her lmsbaiul he bequeathed tho guardianship of lus son and of that sou’s largo fortune. It was a healthy ziatured and happy family in which tho boy grew to manhood. Mrs. Marsden 'h three eons were all older than Louis, and did not, it is true, take very kindly to their cousin. But her only dan-rliter, little Grace, was some years his junior, and, as is often tho case in such instances with intelligent, preco cious little girls, she develojed a great fancy for her moody hoy cousin, and re gularly took him under her protection, il is tho early development of the mother jins! met, tho sweetest and find crest ele ment in feminine nature, that thus finds scope and occupation; and Grace petted I/>uis, and watched over him, and some times scolded him in a protecting, patron izing way that, coming from ho small a girl, would have been comical if it had j not be< !i very charming. For the poor boy needed all the affec : tion that could possibly bo bestowed upon : him. He was never strong, and bis dis | position was gloomy and morbid to a de- I gree that was extraordinary in one that i was to fvj great a degree a favorite of for tune. rio was shy and silent to a pain ful extent, and despite his Italian origin, he developed no taste for either art or 1 music, lie decided early in life to bo | come a physician, hut after studying medicine* for some few years in a desul -1 tory. languid way, devoting the chief I part of his time to investigations concern ing the nature and properties of poisons, ! he suddenly announced that, on attain . ing his majority, be had made up his j mind to relinquish all idea of studying a : profession. And he •likewise astonished Mr. and Mrs. Marsden by making formal proposals for the hand of Grace. These proposals were negatived at | once, and decidedly, by Mr. Marsden. “You are l*oth of you too young to think of such a thing as marriage, or even of an engagement, Louis,” his uncle i made answer. “You aro only just 21 end Grace is tut a few weeks over 10. Moreover, I have decided objections to the marriage of first cousins.” “You do not know to what you doom me, uncle,” was the gloomy response of tho young man. “Grace is all that I have to live for upon earth, and if I lose her’ ’ “Now, do not talk nonsense, Louis,” responded Richard Marsden, briskly, but ! not unkindly. “Grace is too much of a child to be allowed to listen to your prof fers of affection. She cares no more for you than she does for Ned, or Harry, or Frank. You are like a brother to her— nothing more—and I do not mean to have her mind disturbed by anything like love making. Besides, you have seen nothing of the world, as you should do before choosing a wife and settling down to matrimony and quietude. Go abroad spend the next two years in European travel, and then” “And then you will give Grace to me?” eagerly asked live youth, his pale faco flushing and his dark eyes glowing as lie spoke. “I make no promise; I will enter into no compact with you on that subject. You and Grace must both entirely free, and if either of you shall fall in love with someone else” ‘T cannot admit the existence of such a possibility so far as I am concerned,” made answer Louis, passionately. “Nevertheless such things are possible, and have occurred, especially where two such children as you both are were con cerned. Now let me hear nothing more on this subject. I shall send Grace to stay with her aunt, Mrs. Elavyn, in Washington, until you are gone, and I shall feel seriously displeased with you if you broach to her any subject connected with love and matrimony before her de parture. ’ ’ And so well and carefully did Mrs. Marsden (who was at once acquainted by her husband with all the details of the affair) watch over her daughter, that Grace went away for her visit wholly unconscious Of the conquest she had made of her cousin's affections. She was, to tell the truth, so delighted at the idea of a journey to Washington, of a sojourn with her favorite aunt (whoso daughter Alice was about her own age), and of all tho things she meant to see and do, that she had lost sight of the fact that Cousin Louis was going to sail for Europe in a few weeks, and that she would not see him again for a long, long time. In fact, the peculiarly morbid disposition of the young man had finally become repel lent to her bright nature, and though she was always affectionate and kind to him, she felt, unconsciously, a certain degree of relief in tho thought of his alieence. “You must not forget me, Grace,” he said, fervently, at the moment of her de parture. And the young girl answered, guyly: “No fear of the.!, Louis. Even if you never write to any of us, I shall al ways remember you. For you are my cousin, you know—just the same to mo us one of my brothers.” Louis was about to utter somo pro testation respecting this announcement on Grace's part; but a significant touch on his shouldev from the hand of Mr. Marsden recalled that gentleman’s stern prohibitions, and ho contented himself with kissing with fervor tho little hand that Grace frankly placed within his own, unheeding the fresh young face that was held up to him for a parting white. “How odd you arc, Louis, not to kiss me goodby!” who cried, gayly, as she sprang into, the carriage; “remember, you must jwrite your first letter from Rome to me. And bo sure you tell mo what you think about St. Peter’s and the Colosseum. I with I wore going with you to see thomj§l. ’ “If you ouly muttered Louis, as the carriage drove away. “There goes my guardian angel, and I must go forth aloner to meet the demon.” A few weeks later Louis Seabrook sailed from New for Ere 'po, He did noffai urfa^ftfbfTT\viSi me impassioned love letter shortly after his arrival; but the child, perplexed, un sympathizing and half provoked with what she called “Cousin Louis’ foolish ness,” made no response to his fervent protestations. Louis took the hint, and the correspondence thereafter was con ducted on a more tranquil footing. To Oils change a sharp reproof from Mr. MnrFdon, and a threat of forbidding al together any interchaiifjo of letters, prob ably contributed largely. Tin*, traveler wrote but seldom, but ho often sent tokens of regard and remembrance to his uncle's family, and especially to Grace. One of these was a fine copy of the cele brated portrait of Caesar Borgia, by Ra phael, which is one of the noted art treasures of the Borghoao palace. And in the strangely beautiful face, with the evil tendencies of the inner nature look ing from the large eyes and curving the full rod lips, Mrs. Marsden recognized with a himdder a strong resemblance to the countenance of her nephew. Indeed, he alluded to the likeness himself in one of the infrequent letters received from him during his sojourn in Romo. “I must b© a true descendant of the Bor gias,” he wrote, “for my likeness to the Raphael portrait has boon commented upon even by total strangers, and when I went to sec my great grandfather, Dr. Marini, when I passed through Milan the other day, his first exclamation on be holding me was: ‘You are like your mother’s race.’ By tho way, what a wonderful old man he isl I have prom ised to pay him a long visit on my way back to Paris, and lie tells me that he will then confide to my keeping sundry family relics of great importance. I con fess that I am very curious to see them. He is nearly HO years old now, but pre serves all his faculties unimpaired.” A few months later Louis wrote that the promised visit had liecn paid, and that Dr. Marini had placed in his hands some curious and antique objects, several of which had at one time belonged to tho famous family of Pope Alexander Borgia. “Amongst these,” he wrote, “is on ivory casket of exquisite and artistic workman ship. It possesses certain singular prop erties which I shall describe when we meet.” Next came the news of tho death of tho old doctor, who had seemed to have lived thus long for the express purpose of bestowing his cherished heir looms on his great grandson and solo direct descendant. The two years that had been fir ed as tho period of young Seabrook’s abjenoo had nearly come to an end, and he had already written to announce thed.de at which he would sail for home, wh n lie received from Mrs. Marsden the r< ws of Grace’s engagement to a young ami talented lawyer, Stuart Hastings b;. name. The match was one that wn. satisfactory in every way to Mr. and Mrs. Marsden, and, to do them justice, they had both looked upon tho attach ment of Louis for his cousin ns a more boyish passion that had not sur\ ived t'.- • testa of time and absence. This letter received no response, but Louis wrote a few hurried lines to Grace, declaring bis intention of being present nt her mar riage. “And to prove to my pretty cousin that I bear her no malice for tho way that she has trifled with my affec tions,” ho wrote, “I will bring her a wedding present such as few brides in ! this Nineteenth century have ever re ceived.” But it was not till tho day before that fixed for the ceremony that Louis made his appearance at the house of his aunt. He received a warm welcome from Mrs. ! Marsden, who had always* looked upon him as ono of her own children. “You have grown tall and manly, Louis,” she said, after the first groetingi w ere at an end, “but you look wild, 1 log- gard and feverish. Are you suffering from malaria? You must not fall ill on the very day of your return— the eve of Grace's wedding day. Your playmate of bygone days would feel sorely gvioVed if you were not to be present to-morrow.” “Ah, yes—where is Grace?—l had for gotten Grace!” the young man re sponded, hurriedly. “I want to see her —I have my wedding gift ready for her, and I want to present it to her myself.” “Go into the library, then, and l wi l send her to you in a moment. She L just having her wedding dress tried on for the last time, and I will tell her no! to take it off, for I want you to see how charmingly she looks in it.” And with a nod and a smile Mrs. Mars den disappeared. Some ten minutes later the door of the library, where Louis was pacing the floor impatiently, was slowly ojxuied, and the bride-elect, graceful and charm ing in her vesture of snowy satin, with a mien of grave, sweet maidenlincss, ad vanced with outstretched hands to greet the newly returned wanderer. ITe gazed upon her for n moment with a lowering brow and a bitter smile. “So it is thus that I find you, woman that I loved,” he said between bvi tooth, “on the eve of your marriage, all radiant and smiling in your bridal finery 1” “Cousin—Cousin Louis!’’ stammered the young girl, amazed and half alarmed at Seabrook’s demeanor, “Oh, you need not he afraid—l have not come to overwhelm you with re proaches or to tell you all tho ill that you have wrought, iny cousin Ora9o. I liavo brought you a present from beyond tho seas. Take it, and with it such blessings from me as you and your kinsfolk richly deserve. ’ * So saying, ho turned towards the table, and brought forward to the light an ivory casket that stood there, still half shrouded in its wrappings. Divested of these, it showed in the sunset light as a marvel of artistic beauty. In high relief upon tho lid was carved the meeting of Bacchus and Ariadne, and the sides were adorned with a representation of tho bridal pro cession of tho god, wherein bacchantes and satyrs, nymphs and fauna, mid Cupids and panthers, were all mingled In grace ful confusion. The mountings of tho casket were in ontiquo silver, and on a shield just above tho lock were engraved tho intertwined initials “C. B.” and be low these a “V.” surmounted with a ducal coronet, tho insignia of “Caesar Borgia, Duke of Valontinois.’* It was a gift worthy to l>e offered by an enamored monarch to his future queen. Grace drew near and gazed with breath less delight at tho exquisite workmanship of the ivory carvings. Meantime Louis took from his pocketbook an antique koy in darkened silver. This, too, was a ver itable work of art.. The tube was hold \p 4Ra upraised hands of a mermaid, whose curved fishtail formed tho handle of the key. This handle on its outer edge was bordered with small, scarcely per ceptible points or spines, which would l>o jipt to wound the hand of any one trying to open tho lock and not warned to take due precautions. This koy Louis care fully fitted into the lock of the casket. “Open it—-open it, Grace!” he cried, with feverish eagerness. “Within you will find inclosed a necklace of tho choicest pearls to be found in all Paris. Open it—open it, and tell mo what you think of my wedding presents.” But without touching tho koy tho young girl glided forward, and, resting her clasped hands on the lid of thecaskot, she looked into the dark, troubled depths of her cousin’s eyes with a lender seri ousness in her glance that caused him to turn pale and to look aside. “Dear Cousin Louis,” she said, “you have brought me a magnificent gift, but do not think mo exacting or ungrateful if I ask you for something more. You know 1 am going out to-morrow to a now life, and I want to take with mo all tho kindly thoughts and affections of those who loved me when I was a littlo child. You feel bitterly toward us all, I know, bccauso I could not love you better limn T have done—just as I have loved my brothers. It will cast a shadow on tho brightness of my wedding day if I think you are still displeased with my parents, and still feel unkindly toward mo. Dear Cousin Louis —my brother Louis —in memory of our old pleasant days together, will you not grant mo my request? Take hack your lovely casket and your neck lace of iiearls, and give me instead your frank, brotherly affection once more.” He fixed his dark, burning eyes on tho soft blue ones raised so pleadingly to his own. “So you will not open tho casket, Grace?” he said, hoarsely. “Not till you promise to grant me my request. Ah, Louis, have you forgotten all those days when wo were children to gether, and Little Cousin Groce used to pet you and watch over you and keep her boisterous brothers from teasing you? You were always very dear to me, Louis —be my dear brother once again and always.” Still gazing fixedly upon her, ho drew the casket toward him. unlocked it, threw back the l.d and withdrew the key. 110 hel 1 up 1 is hand v. ith its open palm turned toward Grace as ho did so, and the nuloni .lied j irl could ueo u[>on it one i or twn mit ate drops of blood caused by the punctures of tho points on the handle j of tho key. “Take jour casket and your pearls, ! Graue, and with th* in my full forgive ness. Yo ido not know what good ser | vice I have done you today. I have swept from your j>uth a bitter and a dan -roi foe. Did you ever read Vic tor Hugo's ‘Esmeralda?* There are four lines in an old trail lotion of that poem which 0.0 now ringing in my brain; “Mi ■bo the tnmb and thine bo light and 11.*3. I and fate avenges thee. ’Tin well. 1 h O au;'el of my life, to learn If hea\'n ia sweet ua were thy love. Fare well.” Ho saying, he took Grace’s head in both his hands, kissed her tenderly on the fore head and departed. A week later the community was electri fied by tho news of tho sudden death of young Louis Seabrook, who succumbed to a rapid and mysterious malady a few days after the marriage of Miss Marsden. The disease which proved so speedily fatal baffled all the science and tho conjectures of the physicians called in to attend him. They agreed that his symptoms closely resembled those produced by tho bite of a serpent, and finally decided that the patient had fallen a victim to some acute aud mysterious fi rm of blood poisoning It was only Richard Marsicn who asro. -43 A CURIOUS MANUFACTORY. 1 Visit to a Place In Paris Whoro Skele tons Are Made —Ghastly Debris. The other day being in Paris it oc curred to me that it would be an excel -1 lit opportunity of obtaining somo really good osteological preparations which I bad heard were to bo had at a inora reasonable figure than, the fancy prices uYced for them in Englan !. One day v idle assisting at the cliniquo of a well known physician, one of the patients on being ashed her profession said she “depiotait les equateLt.es,” which on in quiry I a-' ertalned to me n a “bone peeler.” lat once interested myself in : her condition, which was one of chloro sis, and ingratiated myself with her so that a week or two Inter she acceded, though reluctantly, to my request, to take mo to tho fahriquo where tho speci mens were prepared. It was a long journey, right away into one of tire des ert plains bristling with chimney stacks which bound Paris on tho north side. Tho building to which she conducted mo was an immense wooden construction, subdivided Into u main atelier and out houses. Tho larger room was occupied by a aeries of large cauldrons, tho em anutlbns from which wore, even to ono accustomed to tho Buavo odor of the dis secting-room, nauseating in the extreme, and tho blend formed with that of vari ous crude antiseptics was more peculiar than fascinating. Tho disarticulation of skulls is carried on separately, as it is a branch requiring greater skill and nicety in its manipula tion. It is effected on the skulls of young adults or children by tho ingeni ous plan of filling the emptied cranial cavity with dried peas, which are then steeped in water, and in swelling compel the disjunction more delicately than could bo done in any other way. Somo of tho cauldrons contained the bodies of animals whose skeletons, if not os valua ble as those of human beings, are still in dispensable for tho study of natural his tory, and are forwarded in large num bers to the various collegiate establish ments in France and abroad. Alter a prolonged boiling tho limbs are placed on a table and the adhering tissues care fully removed, each workman or work woman having his or her own specialty. 1 saw some men at work on frogs, liz ards, etc., to obtain a satisfactory prep aration of which requires a special and highly remunerated dexterity. The grease which collected at the top of the vats was scooped off and consigned to a receptacle in the corner of tho room, but its ultimate destination I was unable to ascertain. Tho bones nre then bleached, the cheaper varieties simply by means of chloride of lime, tho better ones Th the sun, and they ultimately pass into the finishing room, where they ore titivated, assorted and converted, us far as may be, into “articulated skeletons.** It re quires no small amount of ingenuity and knowledge of this particular department to bo able to choose out of the miscel laneous collection of hones wherewith to construct a skeleton which shall pass muster for that of a singlo individual, and only tho best bones are so adapted, tho remainder going to make up tho dis articulated and half skeletons which have to answer the purpose of study for the more economically disposed students. Curiously enouglr, tho sex appeared to have a distinct Influence on tho value of tho skeleton, a female skeleton possess ing a value many francs higher than that of tho corresponding male. in another tank, awaiting treatment, were a number of infant tiodies, varying from minus four months to plus several days. In tho show rooms they were ar ranged in a graduated scale (echelle montante), from fclie diminutive little ex mortal, whose height did not exceed four Inches, to tho adult baby, measur ing from eighteen to twenty, all being in tho attitude known in tlie military world as that of “attention,” Those have a special value of their own, far greater In proportion to their size than that of their bigger brethren. I natu rally wondered whore all the bodies came from. I was told that tho dissect ing rooms and hospitals furnished a largo proportion, and that the proprie tor of tho establishment took caro to monopolize the supply, which was al ways short of tho demand. —London Medical Press. American Contractors in Foreign I^ndii. In traveling through Mexico, Central and South America, and some parts of Europe, I have been struck by the fact that United States contractors and specu lators always pay American rates of wages, while Englishmen take advan tage of any local rates which may profit them. Thus in Mexico contracts are car ried out side by side, and while Amer ican contractors pay §1 and $1.25 a day, European bosses pay fifty cents and seventy-five cents. It is just the same in tho Argentine republic, on all tho pub lio works there. Local labor is absurdly cheap, and English contractors pay Just os little as they can, while Americans pay decent rates all through, and in tho long run come out the best, their terms attracting all tho best men. —-J. 8. Mc- Ginnis in Globe-Democrat. Whoa Tree* Work a .4 Bleep. Science lias found out something very novel, namely, that the fruit tree slumbers In daytime and works at night. This modern idea in that fruit trues ac quire most of their growth at night. The fruit of the cherry laurel, for instance has been found by Dr. Krause, of Halle, to increase at the rate of 90 ]>er cent, n; night and only 10 per cent, by day, while apples increase 80 per cent at night and 20 percent, in tho daytime.—Now York Mail and Express. PorfloiiH Engaged In London Theatre*. Mr. Hollingshoad, of note in London theatrical matters, says that there aro 150,000 persons engaged in ono capacity or another in Lon'don theatres or musio halls.—London Letter. Frozen milk for Fever Patients. Frozen milk Is a good substitute for ice cream and othor foods for fovor patients. It will often he tolerated when no other article can be retained. —Chicago Newt*. McDuffie Weekly Journal,' lintcM of Adrvrtlsiug : i One inch, one insertion - -- -- SIOO Each subsequent insertion 50 One inch, one month 2 o 0 One inch, three months 5 00 One inch, six months j oo One inch, twelve months 10 00 One quarter column one month o 00 One quarter column twelve months 85 00 One half column one month 10 ih> One half column twelve months 60 00 One column one month 15 Oq One column twelve months lou 00 Local notices 20c, per Hue each insertion* THE ST. GOTHARD TUNNEL. Sketch of the M:n Who Qnve His Life to Make the Undertaking Successful. Jean Fabre, a Savoyard of humble pa rentage and obscure birth, conceived and executed the colossal work of piercing Mount Coma and uniting Savoy and Italy. This gigantic scheme was carried out in defiance of all the obstacles that assailed its originators. After years of patient, unremitting toil, without the aid of the more perfect appliances of later days, this extraordinary man completed tho tunnel and wins proclaimed the con queror of mountains, tho king of engin eers, the benefactor of his country. De sirous of obtaining the rest he had so richly earned, Monsieur Fabre retired into tho peaceful, comfortable villa ho had erected, and prepared to live there with his only daughter. 110 called it by the curious and unusual name of La Re mise, the literary" meaning of which ia “coach house,” and which is sometimes used figuratively to imply cessation from active work and retirement from tho world. Ho may have intended to imply that ho had taken his retreat and ex pected to live in repose. Apparently ho had given up his procession when tho ru mor of anew and oven more stupendous enterprise reached his ears—the pierc ing of tho St. Gothard—a far more difficult, far more hazardous eqperiment than tho previous one. Ho was eagerly solicited to place him so if at the head of tho undertaking. The stimulus of a groat obstacle to conquer silenced his hesitation, and bo consented to visit tho mountain with the German and Swiss engineers. After a minute examination of rooks, crests, and slopes ho gavo his decision: “I shall do it,’* lie said, “if it costs me my life.** These words were prophetic. Jean Fabre began his colossal struggle with nature. He fought inch by inch, hour by hour with difficulties of all kind; with tho invasion of water threatening tho newly-constructed vaults; with intense heat suffooatlng the workmen; with pes tilential atmosphere felling them at their task. But these were not his worst foes. Ho had to struggle against the colleagues sent to him by Germany, men ignorant of the soil, the locality, tho mountain, whoso petty jealousy and obstructing opposition inode Ids mission exceedingly bitter and tenfold arduous. At ono time the scheme was about to bo given up, when Fabre, undaunted, inde fatigable, redoubled his efforts, perfected old machines, invented new ones, en couraged, milled, comforted, nursed his men, and at the end of eight years of unremitting toil was able to summon tho German delegates and the representa tives of the Swiss government to see the tor no! opened from end to end. He told them of the obstacles sure mounted, the dangers braved, of his whole fortune sunk in that herculean undertaking, crowned by such magnifi cent success. Suddenly his words died on his lips, lie staggered and fell sense less on tho subterranean way ho had given the world. The strain had been too great, and through tho dark ness, through the crushing weigh! of heaped rock and glaciers, tho bravo, noblo soul Uod to the blue heavens above. Tho ingratitude of quick oblivion has well nigh forgotten his name. His daughter has disappeared. His hard gained earnings have melted away. The house le built stands desolate, tho gardens are deserted, tho smokeless chimneys rise black in tlto clear air, and no traco remains of him who twice passed triumphant, cleaving tho stone as he went, through eternal night from ono land to another. La llemise, such as it is, seemed tho fitting abode for a great misfortune, but neitlier tho modest villa nor the aristo cratic castle will, for the present at least, shelter tho exile of Franco.—Loudon Cor. New York Sun. MottUNtM of Advertising In Pnrlti. One of tho first things which strikes tho eye of an observant American trav eler in England ami France is tho differ ence in the nature of the wares adver tised in large letters on a blank wall. Show bills of theatres and circuses are seen in abundance on both sides of tho Atlantic of course, writes a correspond ent, but second only to these in importance are the flaming advertisements iu Amer ica of various tobaccos, in England of various eatables and drinkables, and in France of various newspapers and books. In Paris a large poster is likely to recom mend anew book or newspaper, in Lon don anew jam, or anew soda water, in New York anew brand of tobacco to smoko or to chew. The comparison is not to the disadvantage of the French man. Another thing to bo noticed is that the press Ls called upon to do public work more often tu§re than in England or even in America. If there is a great catastrophe the newspapers not only open a subscription; they are also ex pected to organize an entertainment, a performance, or a fete of some kind. Aud tho political newspapers combine in groups as nominating eon ventions. There was an election hero in Paris the first or second Sunday in May, and M. Gautier, tho successful competitor, was an nounced as the candidate of tho radicul socialist press,—Cor. Now York Graphic, ! Onnmenoomeota Should bj Abolished. | The B;ci Francisciaco Report wants to ! have CL umencementp abolished on tho ground that they aro out of place in a j country wl sro free education is offered to aIL “The college commencement,” it sayt, >4 is a reiio of the ancient time when the scholar was a rarity and a dis tinguished person who must bo treated with exceptional honor. He generally was compelled to suffer hardships and privation in order to obtain his knowl edge, and lie was treated with corre sponding respect upon winning. But it is absurd for the state to furnish tlio children of this state with a free educa tion, and then to make heroes of them for accepting it.” —Chicago Times. The London Athonceum thinks the na tionality of the author of a popular novel ,is betrayod by the sentence “Wasleadon heolod Justice clinching its iron hand Cor another blow?” . _ .. . _.