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The American Song-.
Wbt wing Khali America slug,
Young heir of the ehler world.
Whoie knee tae’er bent lo a tyrant king,
Whoae tanner defeated ne’er furled V
A wing for the brave and the free.
No echo of ancient rhyme,
Bnt a about of hope for the day to be,
The light of tho coming time.
From tho dark lowlande of the peat,
Swelling load o’er the rietima criee,
Tho hero's about ewoope up tho bluet.
Where wounded Freedom diee.
The drura’e dull beat and the trumpot’a blare.
From the tar-off yeare are board;
But the pan of king* ia man’a deapair,
And the hope of the world deferred.
Tie the aong of the free we alng,
Of a good time not jot bom,
Where each man of himeolf la king ;
Of a day whoae gladaome mom
Shall ran tho earth beneath our feet
And a fair aky overhead ;
Where tboao now aad eballittnd life aweet,
And none aball hunger for bread.
Sing then onr American aong;
Tia no board of triumph* won
At the price of another's wrong,
Or of foul drawls foully done.
We fight for the wide world’a right,
To enlarge life's acof e and plan,
To flood tho earth with hopo and light,
To build the Kingdom of Man.
—/ice. If. J. Bavaye.
WON AT LAST.
“ I know perfectly well It’* horrible;
bnt I do get so tired of Stephen’* per
petual goodness! If he would only
treat me to a few scenea once in a
while, Mary, I do believe I might almost
tall in love with him. Oh, no, of
course I don’t mean that;” and Winnie
Mowatt’s olive cheeks grew crimson as
the spoke, Mary Mowatt, an elder sis
ter by some eight years or more, and
who, in her virtue of her seniority, was
ocoupiod in pntting pretty Winnie’s
room in order, smiled rather oddly as
she replied:
“ 1 quite agree with you. The love
is still in the future.’’
"Do yon know, Mbit, I wish Stephen
had a mustache, whiskers, beard, any
thing? Bnt that close-cat face, se
verely clerical cassock, and all, will
drive me wild and tears of vexation
stood in Winnie’s brown eyes. “I
don’t think we are snitod to each other
at all—do you ?"
“ I suppose he might cultivate a
mustache—no, whiakors, that’s more
clerical— if you only mentioned the
subject.”
•• Oh, you know very well that’s not
what I mean. I know I am not good
enough for him; and I must say I wish
I had never wasted my time visiting
those poor people and pretending to be
a saint, when 1 am far enough from it.”
“You succeeded in your object, nev
ertheless,”
“ More'* the pity. Now, Mary, yon
most do me a favor. Stephen is coming
in an honr to go to Home aorvioe or
other—l ahonld think he might have
enough of that in hia own parish with
out dancing attendance on every one
our rector sees lit to drone through—
and I'm not going. Yon must tell him
ao. lam going to take Mignon and
drive off in aearch of something new."
"Very sorry, but I'm off, too;" and
Mary dashed out of the room.
Hitting down at her desk Winnie
wrote a note to the Rev. Stephen Mor
gan, urging various pressing duties that
must be attended to, so that she would
be prevented from enjoying his society
that morning. With a laugh Wiunie
threw it on the ball table, rushed up
stairs and down again, and waa off to
the stables, The low pony-carriago
was soon ready, and just as she turned
the comer leading toward Cheater the
Rev. Stephen Morgan was seen to as
cend the steps of Mowatt hall.
"I’m not in a mood for goodness
this morning, and Stephen is too like
an angel. I wonder if I am wickeder
than other people?" with which pleas
ing reflection Miss Winnie drove on.
Soon she came to a road whioh she
seemed to hesitate abou taking; then
setting her month quite firmly nrged
her pony valiantly on. "I might os
well have tho pleasure of driving
through the grounds, anyway,” she so
iloqmsed. " Miss Blancho Grey is not
vet in possession, I wonder what she
is like? Dashing, if harnm-soarum
Charlie chose her. Ah, well I"—heav
ing a sigh as she loosened the reiu, and
let Mignon wslk through the woods be
longing to Chester—" I used to think
Charlie—" Winnie stopped very sud
denly; for, barring the road, stood a
tall, broad-shouldered fellow with dark
whiskers snd mustache. Approaching
Winnie he made a low bow.
"We arrest trespassers at Chester
now”—seining the reins and leading
Mignon on some distance before Win
nie recovered from her surprise auftf
cieutly to speak.
"Charlie Chester!" she exclaimed, at
length. "Leave the reins alone. When
did yon come? Hat! I known yon were
here no power on earth wonid have in
dneed me to enter these grounds."
"And what was your object now,
pray?" with a sneer.
"I have had many happy days in
these woods," replied Winnie, pensively,
" and a thought of them brought me
hero."
Charlie Ohester'e facie assumed a look
of incredulity, "In those happy (bays,
Winnie, when we were such fools?
“Tea," replied she, carelessly, I
flatter myself I did make a fool of you.”
" Flirtl" exclaimed the yo\mg man,
dashing his cane on the ground, and
aeiaing the young girl’s hands in his
two powerful ones. " Winnie, why did
you treat me so? Why teach me with
every breath I drew to inhale the poison
only to langh and jeer at
rae? There was a time—do you re-
member one walk through these very
woods, when, leaning on my arm, voa
let me lead yon through path after
path, now stopping under some old tree
so gather the wild t'owera that were not
one-half as lovely or as wild as you, now
testing by the little brook. I was eo
happy, Winnie, and you—"
“ Were wondering how much yon bad
a year 1 Yon are really getting poetical,
Sir Charles. Well, you cheated me ot
ter all, for Miss Grey—”
•" Is to he my wife."
Without on word Winnie nrged
" Mignon" on. and Charlie Cheater did
not follow. Bhe had frown to be so
dear to him. and ho had looked upon
her as his future wife ever sinoo the
day when he had met her, in her girlish
beanty, the willful beauty of Tronor.
Had not every look, ever? action, con
veyed his meaning to her? Pshaw!
Hhe was ulay, very common clay, too;
for had he not been told that her object
waa tbe Chester property, not himself *
This ambition a man never forgives,
where women are concerned; himself—
oh, that is quito another matter.
Life with Blanche, while that gypsy
face is ever before me i I wish to heaven
she had not crossed my path again.”
Meanwhile the Rev. Mr. Morgan had
left his fiance's house in no pleasant
mood. He was beginning to weary of
Winnie’s enfantiliage, and really since
their engagement she had become a
very different creature. Where was now
her devotion to good works? She did
nothing bnt upbraid him for his clerical
profession and insinuate that she should
make his leaving the church a condition
of their marriage. And now, after sol
emnly promising to accompany him to
church—for was it not St. John the
Baptist’s day?—she had disappeared.
Quite vexed in spirit, Stephen Morgan
sank wearily on his knees; when rising
a sweet voice at his side said, ‘‘Surely
you are Cousin Stephen V and a little
gray glove was held out to him.
Stephen was very properly averse to
talking or looking about him in chnrcb,
but the sudden relationship was tdo
much for him; so, without pausing, he
took the hand and glanced curiously at
his neighbor. A tall blonde, with blue
eyes and a smile on her lips I Stephen
was unaware of possessing so lovely a
cousin, but was not unwilling to claim
the relationship.
Tho servico over, he followed her into
the church-yard. How tall, how grace
ful she was! And there was a quiet
dignity about her that seemed to pour
comfort upon poor Stphen's harrowed
sonl.
“ And how did it happen that I never
saw yon beiore T
" Oh, that is easily explained. You
see, I have always lived in Scotland,
and as you never came there how
could we know each other?”
“ How did you recognize me, then ?’’
“ Prom a picture I once saw of yon,
and I took a— I liked your face, and
remembered it,"
How different from Winnie, who
found fault with his physiognomy twen
ty’timos a day!
“ Whero are yon stopping, Miss—
Really, I forgot to ask your name. Of
oonrse I know it’s Grey; bnt what else?'
“ Blanche.”
• “ And it suits you.”
The Reverend Stephen drew himself
np, recalling Winnie. Well, this girl
was his cousin; ho had a right to pay
her all the compliments he chose.
“ Are you stopping near Trenor 1"
“At Chester. Lady Chester is my
godmother. Do you know her?”
■‘No; though l have walked through
the grounds. I thought the family
absent Bnt I shall call, if I may,
Blanohe.”
Blanche Grey drove off with a sigh.
“ What a heavenly face Stephen lias 1 I
wish Charlie looked like him, or that he
evon would go with mo to church.
What an attentive lover!” and again
the fair Blanohe heaved a sigh. Surely
the air was full of sighs this morning.
Lady Oboster was seated on the lawn
receiving her guests. Such a handsome,
hanghty old lady, of whom every one
stood in mortal terror, with two excep
tions—first, her son, Sir Charles, who
knew his mother’s vulnerable point
himself; and second, Winnie Mowatt,
who feared neither woman nor man,
especially man. By Lady Chester stood
Blanche Grey, her trailing white gown
falling in graceful folds about her, While
from her plotnresquo hat white feathers
drooped upon her golden hair.
" Looks for all the world like the
obaste Diana, as eold and impassive.
Imagine me with such a companion tor
life I She is a beanty, and I should
adore her were she any other man’s
wife; but as mine I Fortunately ador
ing one’s wife has gone out of fashion;”
and with a shrug of his broad should
ers, and diving his hands in his pock
ets, Charlie Chester took a step back
ward.
Really, Sir Charles I”
“ Winnio, I beg your pardon. Miss
Mowatt, was unaware of your prox
imity;” and Sir Charles was bowing
himself off.
" Allow me to introduce tbo Reverend
Mr. Morgan. Sir Charles Chester.”
“ Excuse me, Winnie, but I—l ’ll
lie back before long. I must sneak to
my cousin, Miss Grey;” and poor
Stephen was off witli a radiant faoo.
Was she not the embodiment of holy
beauty in her white robes? As she
stood there, that rapt look on her face,
she seemed a St. Oeoilia, and Stephen
almost dreaded lest wings should ap
pear and she should take her flight.
" I suppose yon could find nothing
uglier to wear f scoffed Sir Charles,
touching Winnie's pink dross with a
gesture of disdain. Winnie drew
baok.
"Is the color offensive? Yon used to
be fond of pink onoe, Charlie. I sup
pose white has the preference now.”
"You wear the oolor you know I
like; you oome here looking like an
angel; von do it io drive mo wild, Win
nie, and, by Jove, I will not stand it”
"Don’t insult me, Sir Charles, by
forgetting whose betrothed you are,
and by paying me empty compli
ments.”
" George! my fair Blanoho seems to
fancy that muff of a parson who oamo
with you, aud I'll make him a present—
by the way, who did you sav he was f"
"The Reverend Stephen Morgan, of
Totten, who proposes making mo his
wife.”
“He does, doos he ? If you value his
life keep him out of my way. I tell you
lam a jealous man, and though you
will not have me you shall not have
him."
"To judge from appearances, ho
seems much more inclined to have your
iianeo. By-tlie-bye, they are cousins.
Why, Charlie, we shall be related; not
very near, to be sure, bnt near enough
for me to visit you oontinnally, and
during Lent yon and yonr wife can fast
at Upham, if Stephen gets the living.”
"That he won’t 1 Yon forget my
nnele has the giving of it, and PH
move heaven and earth to prevent that
duffer from getting it, Jove 1 it’s
enough to make a man’s blood boil to
see anoh a heartless flirt as you are.
Child, how oonld you be so cruel, when
yon knew my heart was full of
Winnie—they had wandered oflrinto
the woods so fatally fraught with
bittersweet memories, and Charlie
Chester had bared his head to the
breese—“Winnie darling, tell me true,
bad yon no love at all for me in those
happy days? Was it all on my side?”
Tears were standing in Winnie’s
brown eyes, and a look of pain crossed
her faoo! bnt she mode no reply.
“ Winifred, I will know," and seizing
her two hands In his Charlie Chester
gazed long and wistfully into her eyes.
As for Wiunie, the earth seemed sink
ing beneath her feet, while the tears ran
unrestrainedly down hoi cheeks. "Are
these for me, Winnie?"
No answer.
“ Then, darling, I alone have (be
right to wipe them away,” and Charlie
bent his head and kissed her.
“ Sir Charles," said a voice near him,
" Miss Grey awaits you in the shrub
bery,” and Stephen Morgan stood by
Winnie’s side.
If Stephen Morgan thonght his
cousin angelic from a distance, this feel
ing was intensified on drawing near.
After being duly presented to Lady
Chester, he proposed a walk in the
woods, to which Blanche willingly con
sented. She really liked her new-found
cousin very much, and secretly had ad
mired his severe profile as set forth by
some Totten photographer ever since
his mother, in a moment of maternal
vanity, had sent it to her Scotch rela
tives.
She had never been in love with Bir
Charles, but had been fond o f Lady
Chester, her godmother, who had set
her heart on her son’s marrying
Blanche. So, after the cruel story of
Winifred Mowatt’s mercenary ambition,
founded on a joke carelessly spoken but
faithfully reported, Sir Charles had ac
quiesced in his mother’s plan, as well
as Blanche, to whom one was as good
as the other, for she was heart-free, and
thought that time would teach her what
time alone never does—love.
As she wandered on with Stephen,
she could not refrain from comparing
him with Charlie, much to tho latter’s
disadvantage. Sir Charles was too tall,
too robust, reminding one too forcibly
of the beef which nourished him; while
Stephen wat more heavenly, more freed
from the dependence upon daily food.
Then Stephen was dark, very dark,
while Sir Charles had brown hair and
whiskers—a privilege accorded to too
many to make it valuable—and his eyea
weregray.
Their conversation turned upon bis
future.
Yon know I am in hopes of getting
Upham,” he said. •* Lord Hendrey is
quite my very good friend, and has
about promised it mo. It is a lovely
spot. Were yon ever there ?"
“ Upham near Tamley ?”
“Thosame; Lord Hendre/s town.”
“Why, of course I have been there.
Lord Hendrey is Charlie’s uncle, and 1
have often visited with Lady Chester.
A charming spot, my ideal of a village.
And, Stephen, there is much work need
ed there, for the last man was old and
very negligent. There are many poor
families will need your care and—your
wife's, for I presume you will marry.”
“Unfortunately that’s not in Win
nie’s line. She hates visiting, she says;
though when 1 first mot her it was at a
poor woman's bedside.”
“ Is * Winnie’ Miss Mowatt?”
"Yes.”
"And are yon going to marry her I”
"Why, yes”—rather uneasily.
" Indeed 1”
There was nothing more said, and si
lently they walked on, until they
resohed the shrubbery, where Blanche
declared her intention of resting. Soon
they perceived a couple advancing, and
recognized Sir Charles and Winnie.
“ I wonder when Winnie knew him f
remarked Stephen.
“Oh, they are very old friends—
very,” replied Blanche, not entirely
without meaning, for she bad heard a
vague rumor of a "flirtation" between
Sir Charles and the beauty of Mowatt
ball, though it is due to her to add that
she was ignorant of its real nature,
else had she not oacepted Sir Charles.
“ Good gracious I Charlie is beooming
really touching,” she exclaimed, be
neath her breath, as she saw him take
Winnie's hands. As he bent forward s>
look of horror mossed her fair (see,
and she bade Stephen summon Sir
Charles. “And he never kissed me but
once,” she thought, " and that was a
ghost-like salute on the forehead.”
" Sir Charles,” she said, as be presented
himself before her, looking rather
sheepish, " hare is yonr ring. Believe
mo, 1 am glad to give it back.”
“ Forgivo no, Blanche.” he stuttered,
looking, if anything, rather relieved.
“ I ought to have told you frankly that
my heart was not my own.”
'• Oh, I forgive you easily enough,”
replied Blanche, haughtily; "it ia Miss
Mowatt I blame.”
" Jaat like a woman, always down on
her own sex."
"It is because Bhe has deceived my
oousin, poor Stephen, a man as far
above her as the heavens from the
earth."
" Blanche, yon go too far."
" She went too far. Why did aha lay
her trap to eatoh a saint? Men of the
world, like yourself, are more her line.”
There was no use mincing matters,
and Rady Chester had to be told that
the engagement between her son and
goddaughter was at an end, and for a
while Chester was more comfortable
without than within. Blanche strove
to bear the brunt of her displeasure,
hut Sir Charles would not allow of that,
and confessed that he still loved Win
nie Mowatt.
“Marry her, then," exclaimed the
old lady, in a rage. " You’re a fool
and so is Blanche.”
Marry her, then 1 How easy to say,
but with Stephen Morgan in the way
how difficult to do I However, Sir
Charles was no coward, and one tine
morning he started out, armed inwardly
cap-a-pie tor au encounter. Hia heart
failed him when he entered the draw
ing-room of Mowatt hall, but his oour
age all came back as he saw Winnie
onrled up iu an arm-chair, her chiu rest
ing on her hand, deep in thought. The
color mounted to her olive cheeks as
she perceived Sir Charles.
“ Winnie, it is all up between Blanche
and me.”
“Really? How interesting for the
chronique standa ltnat ! How you two
will be picked to pieces! Not a feather
will be left on vour baok.”
Sir Charles did not pause to inquire
to what fowl she mentally likened him,
whioh perhaps was as well, but said,
" Where is Mr. Morgan t"
Winnie’s face grew pensive.
" Gone ”
" Gone I Where ?"
" Why, to Totten, to be sure. Where
else should ho go ? Upham isn't his
yet, is it?"
“ I don’t know, and I don’t cate,
All I want to know is that he will
nover oome hack. Tell me, will he?”
“ How do I know ? No, on oonsidera
tion I do not think he will come back.”
" And yon are free, my—my—"
“ Bauds off. please. And before I
answer your question, Sir Charles, let
me toll yon that it was wicked, very
wicked, of yon ever to haTe listened to
gossip about me, and—"
" l’reoions pet! Tears again? This
will never do, Winnie. Bnt answer my
question of the other day. Did yon not
care for mo at all in those poor happv
old days T
" Of course I did"—very low.
Sis Charles was content. As he was
leaving the drawing-room preparatory
to an audience with Mr. Mowatt, Win
nie’s venerable parent, a little laud
was laid on his arm, and a sweet voice
said: "Charlie, poor Stephen was
dreadfully out up. I didn’t think he
oakod so much about me.”
“ Deueahwe Stephen ! No; I’ll for
give him, for I have yon.”
After which more nonsense.
Sir Charles took his bride abroad,
and after a Winter in Borne. they were
preparing to return to Chester, which
was to be their home, as old Lady
Chester had gone off three miles to live,
at Bovey. They were stopping in Paris
for a few days, and Lady Chester awaited
her husband’s pleasure in a fiacre before
T A Cos., English bankers. Soon
he appeared, holding an open letter in
his hand. He jumped in, squeezed his
wife’s hand—they had not been married
so very long, after all—and exclaimed,
“ News of Stephen for you. He’s got
Upham, and —’’
"Poor Stopben!” sighed Winnie.
“ Don’t waste your sympathy, little
one. has married Blanche Grey,
and cow, eome to think of it, she was'a
monstrous fine girl.”— //a/ycr’s Weekly.
Uf covering from a Broken Neck.
About five months ago, says a recent
issue of the San Francisco Chronicle, the
daily press published a short item re
garding a teamster named John Oollery,
who attempted to drive his team through
a barn door, and in so doing had his
head forced down on his breast until
his neck was broken. Police Surgeon
Stainbnagh made an examination of the
injured wsa and found that the seventh
cervical vertebras was fractnred, and
that the spinal cord had been stretched
nearly two inches. So serious was the in
jury that the reporters, after chronicling
the inoident under the head of fatal acci
dents, paid no farther attention to the
matter, and failed to inquire after Ool
lery’a condition, considering him dead
and buried. A Chronicle reporter was
therefore exceedingly surprised yester
day afternoon to meet the supposed
corpse near the city prison looking re
markably well for a man with a broken
neck. la a conversation which ensued
Mr. Oollery stated that he was almost
as well as before the accident, a slight
stiffness in his right side constituting
his entire “ nnhealthiness.” After his
removal to his home Oollery states .hat
he was laid fiat on his back with a Sort of
fence about his neck and head which kept
him immovable for over two months.
Both the body of tho vertebras and
the arching lamina- were discovered to
be broken, and the operation of joining
them together without pinching the
spinal efird where it had sagged be
tween the ragged edge is described as
one of the most difficult ever performed.
For a month tho patient lay on
his back, completely paralyzed in one
bait of his body and with bnt little
feeling in the other. If he moved in the
slightest degree during the first fort
night he eould plainly feel the jagged
edges of the bone grate together, and for
hours after such an attempt he was con
tent to lie on his hard tied without at
tempting to move a muscle for fear that
the spinal cord should be crashed and
his existence ended in a twinkling. Tho
straightest position attainable was re
quired, and to this end Dr. Stambaugh
was compelled to refuse him a mattress,
forcing him to lie on a wide plank.
Oollery said that before his eight weeks
of enforoed quietness were ended he
thought that ooard was made of ada
mant. The most dangerous time he
experienced, he says, was oue day when
an attendant told him that a
man whoae neck could stand break
ing as bin had was not born to be
hanged. - His deaire to laugh was irre
sistible ipld tho shaking up his merri
ment gave him caused his fsstenings to
burst and the fracture oame near being
ruptured afresh. Daring the first five
weeks he did not move over a foot from
his first posture. The paralysis bas
now almost entirely disappeared, and
Dr. Stambaugh yesterday promised him
that he would be able to go to work
within six months. The average fatal
ity in eases of clearly defined fracture
of the spine is estimated at 999 in 1,000.
Perpetual Motion.
If the census taker could have known
all the perpetual motion inventors when
he went hia rounds in 1880, the returns
would show a list quite formidable in
numbers. One of the most persistent
of these pursuers of the delusion has
recently oome to light, and is one
Charles Brown, of Corry, Pennsylvania.
He is a German, and first conceived the
idoa of perpetual motion while working
as a machinist in Karl earn be, Baden, in
1862. Since that date he has worked at
his idea almost constantly, save barely
earning his bread. He came to this
country in 1867, and is now working
upon a machine which he says will
weigh about thirty-five pounds—and is
sure, in bis judgment, to succeed. He
has built and abandoned several ma
chines aa failures in hia labor of twenty
years. This list construction he ex
poets to complete soon.
A history of the more important at
tempts at finding perpetual motion,
written by Henry Dircks, was printed
in London, in 1870. It is stated that
Wilars de Honecourt, an architect of
the fifteenth century, made the first
attempt so tar as is known to master
the question by a mechanical contriv
ance. Capara, in 1678, undertook the
problem and failed. The Marquis of
Wooster mode a labored attempt to ac
complish the motion, snd his machine
has considerable historical prominence
on acoonnt of the rank of the inventor.
Probably he exhibited no more skill
than hundreds of others of less note,
of whom the publio have never
beard.
It is a fact, doubtless, that some im
portant inventions have resulted from
the endeavor to solve the problem of
perpetual motion. The mechanic who
stopped when he fonnd something prac
tical—and left the impractical—the im
possible, alone, for a real invention,
was wise. The great maiority of work
ers of the problem have, however, fol
lowed the ono idea, and their machines
have died with them. The endless
chains, the balls, the pulleys, all fail in
prodacing the result desired. The doc
trine of the conservation of forces
seems to demonstrate completely the
impossibility of mechanical perpetual
motion; bnt it is likely the world will
hear of the enthnsastio workers at the
problem tor a long time to come It is
not probable that all the laws of motion
will be proved a fallacy though enthu
siasts continue to discuss the theme—
and mechanics continne to work at the
problem.— Rochester Democrat.
The full term of three years had
nearly expired, and they were discussing
at the breakfast table the oertainty
that they mast move and the uncertainty
as to where, when the young miss of the
parsonage drew a heavy sigh. Sympa
thizing father asks the cause and she
replies: “ Oh, I was thinking what a
mistake mother and I made when we
married a Methodist minister."—
Boston Transcript.
About. $1,000,000 are spent annually
for out flowers in New York.
WISE WORDS.
A lie always marries early, and almost
always has a large family. ’
Money in the pocket of a spendthrift
is like a sword in the hand of a fool.
Money and time are the heaviest
burdens of life, and the nnhappiest of
all mortals are those who have more of
either than they know how to use.
Don’t think there is something radi
cally wrong about the world because it
don’t run according to your notion.
There are thousands who think the
same.
In order to have any success in life, or
any worthy success, you must resolve to
carry into your work a fullness of knowl
edge—not merely a sufficiency but more
than a sufficiency.
A swimmer becomes strong to stem
the tide only by frequently breasting
the big waves. If you practice always
in shallow water your heart will as
suredly fail in the hour of high
flood.
No man ever took hold of a godly
life as men take hold of a secular life,
and followed it up with such persist
enejf As men employ in a secular life,
that he did not, by augmenting knowl
edge and progressive steps, rise to the
realm of spirituality in religion.
When men in high places stoop to
association with vice and crime they
cannot expect to remain untainted;
often, to save themselves, they seek to
fasten their guilt upon the innocent,
but deception is a tangled, as well os
dangerous, web, and sooner or later its
votaries are canght in their own fool
meshes.
One perfect diamond is more valuable
than many defective ones. One trntn
well fixed in the mind and compre
hended is better than many half under
stood. A small opportunity fully
realized is better than a great one mis
improved. The wealth of affeotionato
sympathy and aid is better than gold,
and fills the sonl with most perfect
peace. Faithfulness lays up treasures
in the heavens which nothing can in
jure and no one remove.
Flowers from the Down of P.ntterflies.
Mr. E. Griffith, one of the greatest
microscopic fanciers fn the United
States, who, in addition to being hon
ored by haring several societies named
for him, is an inventor and collector
of microscopic curiosities, was found
by a Bt. Louis Htpublicnn reporter at
the Southern hotel.
“ Have you anything of interest, Mr.
Griffith, ” inquired the reporter, "to
tell the world about the hobby you
have been riding so long f
" Yes,” he answered, as he walked to
a table standing in the center of the
room, upon which his pet mioroscope,
a very powerful instrument, was stand
ing, “ 1 have several things to tell you
which are not known outside of the
profession I represent. Here is s slip
of glass for instanoe,” he continued, as
he picked up s narrow glass slide,
“which contains tho representation of a
beautiful bouquet of flowers. The
representation, when examined with the
naked eye, can scarcely be seen at all.
It simply looks like a small spot. This
bouquet, when you look at it through
the instrument, contains, as you can
discover, eighty-two di-tinct flowers of
various shades and colors, and each is
as perfect aa it would be possible for
an artist to represent them on canvas.
The entire bonquet, including all
the flowers, leaves, etc., was
made from the scale and hair of Bra
zilian butterflies. The dust from the
wings of the bntterflies was picked np
and placed in position by Harold Dal
ton, of London, who la now dead. Dal
ton, with the aid of a microscope,
picked up one particle of the dust at a
time on the end of a hair and adjusted,
it on the slide in such a manner that
when his task was finished the bonquet
assumed its present beautiful and per
feet form."
" Dalton mast have been s genius in
his line, was he not?"
*' Yee, although he was dissipated, he
excelled moat of his imitators in his pe
culiar line of art. Among microscop
ists his works are prized as highly as
the works of the great masters in paint
ing are prized by artists who work on
canvas. A painter who can mint a
complete scene on a surface ms small as
a sleeve button is considered skillful,
yet Dalton used a single hair for a
brush and dealt with particles of mat
ter scarcely visible to the naked eye,
which he placed in their respective po
sitions with the aid of his microscope
with such accuracy that he finally pro
duced his representations, which are so
oorreot in every detail that artists who
have examined them critically have
been almost overcome with astonish
ment This is what I call one of the
wonderful achievements of the cen
tury ?”
“ How long did it take him to make
the bouquet t"
“ He was a fast worker, and by labor
ing almost constantly he could finish
it, I think, in the course of a week or
ten days.”
W here the Boulders Come From.
All who have seen the immense boul
ders called "lostrook” in some sec
tions, scattered over the northern part
of the United States, which have little
or no resemblance to any mass of rocks
anywhere in the vicinity, and have per
haps asked the question: Where did
they come from? Also the heaps of
sand, grovel and cobble stones of vari
ous sizes which form many of our
ridges, knolls and bills, and which are
totally unlike any fixed rook near them.
All these phenomena are attributed to
a single cause, and that is the great
aheet of ice which nature stored up
years ago without the necessity of pro
tooting it in an icehouse. According to
Agassn the sheet of ioe extended in this
country as far south as Sonth Carolina
or Alabama, and wag thick enough to
cover all the mountains of the east
ern part of North America with
the exception of Mount Washington.
This peak projected, a lone sentinel on
that vast waste of ice, two or three hnn
dred feet. In the latitude of Northern
Massachusetts he conceives the ice to
have been two or three milos thick. The
boulders were all torn off by the ad
vancing ioe sheet from the projecting
rocks over which it moved, and carried
or poshed as “bottom drift,” scratch
ing and plowring the suriaee over which
they passed and being scratched and
polished themselves in return, tillthev
were finally brought to rest by the
melting of tbe ice. They were not car
ried as far sonth as the' ioe sheet ex
tended, seldom beyond tbe parallel of
forty degrees north! The native copper
of Lake Superior was drifted four or
five hundred miles sonth, and the pnd
ding stones of Roxbnrv, Mass., were
carried as far sonth as the Island of
Penikese.— Scientific American.
Romance of the Brooklyn Bridgf.
By the end of March of next year the
great Brooklyn bridge will probably be
ready for nse, says a New York letter.
The trustees want $1,250,000 to finish
it with. If they keep within their
present estimate, which is against all
probability and precedent, the bridge
will have cost in all just $14,793,947.10
Leaving the finances of the bridge out
of sight, and the question of its public
usefulness, there is no disputing its
triumphant success as a piece of en
gineering. There is nothing like it in
the world. Few people who wonder at
the twin giants of granite tbit face each
other across the river, or admire the
fine curve of the massive cables, know
anything about the romance of its con
struction. The xtory of the great en
gineer who designed and made the
bridge is an interesting, and, in some
respects, a wonderful one. His health
was wrecked in the compressed atmos
phere of the caissons used in laying
the pier foundations. A most distress
ing nervous malady confined him for
years to his room and bed. Instead of
becoming a victim of the bridge, his
resolnte will made him its conqueror
and hero. His bed was at a window
overlooking the river, and from this ob
servatory, with a telescope always in his
trembling fingers, and plans and pro
jections all ground him, he watched and
directed the slow progress of an army
of workmen. A faithful and intelligent
woman was his lieutenant She mas
tered all the complicated details of the
work of construction—listened to
reports, gave commands, solved difficul
ties, lightened in a thousand ways tho
labors of the invalid.
If the truth were graven on the face
of one of ths granite piers ol the bridge,
the legend would read: “ Designed ny
John A. Roebling, and Built by John
A. Roebling and his Wife.”
Petticoat Lane.
A Londoner bought in Petticoat
Lane, which is famous for its tags, rags
and bob-tails on sale, a coat in ex
change for his own, paying in addition
several shillings for the bargain. The
coat not suiting him, he carried it bock
and exchanged it on payment of addi
tional shillings, for an apparently
smoother and nicer one, which fitted
him exactly. On getting home and
putting his hand in his pocket, he drew
out a pawnbroker’s ticket. It was his
own, held against his watch. The nice
new coat was the old one which he wore
there the first time, and which had
been cleaned, pressed and sold to him
again for abont t vioe what it was worth.
Another of these tricks—which every
one except those on whom they are
played enjoys so much-was recently
played on a German innkeeper by a
peddler who sold him an almanac, and
then, on his wife’s coming in and her
hnsband’s going ont, sold her another
copy. Wlion the husband discovered
it he sent the porter to the railroad
station to tell the peddler he wanted to
see him on bnsineas.
“ Oh, yes,’ said the peddler; " I
know, he wants one of my almanacs,
bnt I can’t miss my train for that. Yon
can give me a quarter and take the al
manao to him.” The porter paid the
money and carried a third almanac to
the innkeeper.
The Way of • Serpent.
The movement of a snake in climb
ing; a perpendicular surface, as I have
observed it, is a vermicular, undulating
motion, not spiral, but straight np the
face of the surface. I have seen a black
snake thus glide np a beech tree with
the easy, careless grace of movement
whioh is characteristic of that snake
when moving over horizontal surfaces.
The bark of tho teeot affords few in
equalities into whioh the edges of the
gastroslegal bands could be threat
claw-fashion, and I have no doubt
that atmospheric pressure is the
force that bolds the snake against such
surfaces in climbing, sucker-fashion,
as the boy I‘fts the brick with the
piece of wet leather. I once knew
a black snake to ascend a stucco
wall to the second-story window, and
another I saw go up to the eaves of a
carriage-house to the swallows’ nest,
straight np the up-and-down boards. I
have seen them glide from tree to tree
and leap down from near the top of
Urge trees, but never saw one descend
by going down a smoothly perpen
dicular surface. I have no donbt of
their ability to do so, however. Ido
not believe that this power is enjoyed
by the copperheaded or rattlesnake, or
any venomous sort with which I am
familiar, they being heavy and sluggish
in their movements. I have seen them
go up on leaning trees and crawl into
the foliage of bushes, however.
Southern Forests.
A Southern States paper gives some
facts which show that those who talk
about the imminent exhaustion of for
ests leave a most important forest coun
try out of acoonnt. The States of Ten
nessee, Alabama, Arkansas, Florida,
Georgia, South Carolina aud West Vir
ginia contain in the order named fifty
eight to sixty-six per sent, of forest
land, whereas Maine and Michigan,
which now produce one-half of the
lumber used, contain only forty-seven
and forty per cent, of forest land.
North Carolina, Louisiana and Missis
sippi have an even greater extent of for
est land still untouched than the States
jnst named. Neither is the world gen
erally aware of the good qualitv of the
timber in the South. AU the trouble
i* that, owing to the abseuoe of snow,
the wood is not won so cheaply as in
the North. But, with railways pene
trating the country in all directions,
this state of affairs will soon be altered,
and it is useless not to recognize thi
facts.
Carious Civilization In Africa.
The large island of New Britain, lying
midway between New Ireland and New
Gninea.has not hitherto borne any envi
aHa reputation. Traders have been
afraid to have any dealings with the
natives who, when tney had no stron
; gers to molest, were always engaged in
| fierce inter-tribal warfare, spparsntlv
: merely for the love of fightingT The
Rev. George Brown, a missionary who
has recently returned to Melbourne,
reports thst matters have muoh im
proved during the last few years the
various tribes hiring been brought into
friendly relationship with each other
and a vigorous trade having sprung up
with the outer world. The most curi
ous fact in connection with the island is
that the natives have a currency of their
own, and their language comprises
words signifying lending, borrowing
and paying interest. The "bank rote"
of interest is ten per cent., and borrow
ers are so scrupulous in the matter of
meeting their liabilities that they never
have to be asked a second time to rep v '
an overdne loan. :
SCIENTIFIC NOTES.
It has been estimated that the evap
oration from the soil of the forest is
rather more than one-third as great as
that from open soil.
The experiment has been tried exten
sively in France of planting trees in
belts at certain distances apart, with
marked benefit to the climate.
Chloral does not act as an anaesthetic
on the sensitive plant, while ether and
chloroform have an effect on it similar
to that which they exert on animals.
Well-seasoned posts when thoroughly
dried and then charred and dipped in
hot tar, wil remain rot and insect proof
for many years in almost any kind of
soil.
What has been commonly known as
the fat of the eel is seen, under the
microscope, to consist of egg cells, of
which a single fish may contain
9,000,000.
At Antibes, on the southern coast of
France, a remarkable lowering of the
sea-levei to the extent of a foot or more
was lately observed, the phenomenon
lasting a fortnight. High atmospheric
pressure' is thought by M. Faye
to have been the cause, although M.
Naudin suggested an elevation of the
ground. Tides in the Mediterranean
are barely perceptible.
It is said that the fifteen dynamite
manufactories now under the control
of M. Nobel (the man who introduced
nitre-glycerine in its various forms into
public nse) turn ont abont 5,000 tens a
year. In tho United States and in
Europe it is estimated that the produc
tion of explosives containing nitro
glycerine is between 7,000 and 8,000
tons a year, and this qnantitv has the
energy of at least 45,000 tons' of ordi
nary gunpowder.
Taking Leaf Photographs.
Avery pretty amusement, especially
for those who have just comuleteil the
study of botany, is the taking of leaf
photographs. One very simple process
is this: At any druggist’s get an ounce
of bichromate of potassium. Put this
into a pint-bottle of water. When the
solution becomes saturated—that is,
water has dissolved as much as it will
—pour off some of the clear liquid into
a shallow dish; tn this float a piece of
ordinary writing paper till it is thor
oughly moistened. Let it become dry
in the dark. It should be of a bright
yellow. On this put the leaf—under
it a piece of black, soft cloth and
several sheets of newspaper. Pat
these between two pieces of glass (all
the pieces should be of the same size),
and with Bpring clothespins fasten them
together. Exoosa to a bri -ht snn,
placing the leaf so that tb jLxj will
fall as nearly perpendicular -
In a few moments it will begin to turn
brown; bnt it requires from half an
hour to several hours to produce a per
fect print. When it has become dark
enongh take it from the frame and put
it in clear water, which must bo
changed every few minutes until the
yellow part becomes white. Some
times the leaf veinings will be quite
distinct. By following these directions
it is scarcely possible to fail, and a little
practice wifi make perfect.
A Boy's Heroism.
During the recent cross-examination
of John H. Leeds before a railroad com
mittee iu New Haven, the interesting
fact was brought to light that Mr.
Leeds bad a life pass over tho New
York snd New Haven road, giibn him
for a courageous deed performed tkirty
three years ago. On the evMflcg of.
June 24, 1849, Leeds was watering his
.father’s cattle in a brook near the rail
road. Whila there he heard the puff
of an engine behind the hills, and boy
like sat on the fence to wait for it to
go by. Presently he heard a train '
coming from the opposite direction.
It was a single track road, and
he saw at onoe there would
soon be a collision unless prevented.
Withont an instant’s hesitation he
bounded on to the track cap in hand,
in front of the coming locomotive. He
stood his ground till the engine was al
most on him, and he lost part of his
jacket ia jumping aside. The engineer
understood his meaning and stopped
the train. The two trains were brought
to a halt within about two rods of each
other. The company presented Leeds
with a handsome silver enp, a life pass
and a complimentary letter. When
young Leeds was ready to leave the
farm the directors gladly engaged him,
and theßimple occurrence of that calm
June evening near his country home
has had much to do with directing the
course of ono of the most successful
men of the State.
A Poor Memory.
Without question the memory may
be cultivated. The habit of attention is
one of the first to be acquired in work
ing toward this end; but there are
other helps, suoh as the habit of order,
and the advantage arising from proper
classification, and last, bnt not least,
the aid of the imagination, in making
mental pictures. The grocer and the
apothocary know the value of order in
their business; the bookseller, too, with
his thousands of volumes; see him step
to the place in his store where he
knows the volume yon are asking for
should be; he merely reaches forth his
hand and takes it from the shelf.
Watch the type setter at his work; you
would think his fingers work automat
ically, as they take up from the box ar
rangement before him the exact letters
composing the words of his copy. Ob
serve the fingers of the piano player; as
f endowed with intelligence or mem-~
ory, the right key goes' down at the
proper time; it matters not what the
speed of the movement may demand,
there is no hesitation. Now wb7 can
not we accomplish with facta, figures
and ideas what the type-setter acoom
pushed with his type, the pianist with
his keys. All that is necessary to do
this is application and a determination
to succeed.' v —-._
The Laplander’s Friend.
The Laplander’s sledge has no run
ners, but like himself it is covered with
reindeer skin, and is in shape something
like a canoe. Harnessed to this sledgu
the reindeer starts off with almost the
rapidity of the steam engine, going fif
teen or twenty milesan hour. The rein
deer is not only the Laplander’s horse
bnt his cow, and during the time that it
gives milk he is freezing large quanti
ties of it to be jused when no more iy
obtained. Then he breaks off a pieccf
warns it, and has again a good article
of milk. The deer is also his food, large
herds of them being kept in some parts
of the country. Prom its skin the Lap
lander makes the roof of his house, his
bed, his shoes and stockings, his
clothes, and cords and strings for his
bow. Without this animal the Lap
1-nder would be in a deplorable con
dition.