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SERENADE. Lady mine, Tis thy lover who calls on thy name, Lady mine, With the sunset the water’s aflame, There's no guard to keep watch on the gate, For thee doth my gondola wait ; Let um float with the tide to the deep; On a cradle of waves shalt thou sleep. Come away, For the sunset is dying apace; Come away, For here by my side is thy place. As we float And the twilight grows ever more gray, As we float 'Mid the beautiful death of the day, There’s a light that I see in thine eyes. Like to that of the morn that shall rise, When safely all danger we’ve passed, And I call thee mine own one at last. Row apace, For the moonlight shines faint on the tide. Row apace, For the morning must break on my bride. SHARKS. THE BUMMER. K very body in and around Norway was acquainted with Shakes. Shakes was everybody’s favorite, and everybody's 1 tughing-stork. What liis real name was no one on the Flat, excepting the Font mas V?r, know or seemed at all anxious to ascertain. In outward ap pcarance he was a specimen of debased humanity. Debauchery was indelibly stamped upon every feature. It was deemed a rare sight to see him with n clean face. Streaks of gray forced themselves through the accumulations tiiat clung to his long matted locks and untrimmed beard. Ajeoarse blue woolen overskirt, with sleeves, covered his back, from whence thany doubted w hether it had been rn<>v#l since the day he first put it on, in Grfßm’s store, twelve months ago. His duck punts hud completely lost their original whiteness, and were tucked into a well-worn, much patched pair of gum-boots. The verita ble felt hat, worn by him in ’52, still maintained its usual position on the side of liis head. The only change it had apparently undergone since then was that a piece of an old rubber coat now constituted the crown. Shakes’ history, outside of the pre cincts of Norway Flat, was wrapped in complete mystery. Even the time of his arrival in the camp was unknown. Brown, the proprietor of the “Occiden tal”*—Norway * Flat's principal hotel, drinking and dancing saloon—and also one of the pioneers of the place, assert <d: “Shakes bummed around here when I fust ’riveiFtn ’52,” It was generally believed that he hailed from the State of Maine. Shakes, however, was no “temperance man” himself; to the con trary, he had earned the unenviable reputation of being an inveterate “whis ky bummer.” No one had known him to pass a single night on the Flat “out of Lis cups.” It is true that these con stant iiubit lings Lad so enfeebled liis system as to cause him to readily suc ,cumb Ui its influence. A lonely iog-cabin stood on the hill side. Shakes owned it. and professed to be its occupant; but seldom if ever crossed its threshold. The bar-room of someone or other of the numerous drinking hells was his home; the floor, a bench or a faro-table was liis bed. Although a slave to his appetite for intoxicating liquors, none of the venders on Norway Flat were much the richer for having Shakes as their customer. It, was seldom a coin passed from his hands to the barkeeper's drawer; but drink he must have, and somehow or other he al ways managed to obtain it. The man ner in which he obtained it was but a secondary consideration to him. Noth ing was too humiliating or too degrading feir him to do for it. When begging failed, strategy was immediately resort ed to, and in this he was invariably suc cessful. He would enter the saloon, go up to the bar, with his thumb arid fore finger inserted in bis pocket, and ad dress the barkeeper, thus; “I say, barkeeper, hurry up; give me a brandy straight.” The barkeeper would first cast a glance at the position of the hand, and then tender the bottle to Shakes, who would unconcernedly drink. “Here's lack,” and retire from the counter with out inlying. “Ho, Shakes?” “En?” “Come and see me.” “No, thankee; don’t feel Like it now; jest had tin. ” And the barkeeper learned that he was duped once more, but dare not punish his deceiver. The indignation of the entire camp would most assuredly fall 11 poll the individual who dared to abuse Shakes. He was Norway Flat's “privi leged character.” “Hikes his whisky, I know, but he’s a harmless, good natured old devil for all that," was tile sentiment universally expressed by the members of that little mining com munity. Inebriate as he was, Shakes was not indolent. He was always, in sunshine or rain, engaged in chopping cord wood, or in riving shakes—long shingles; from which latter occupation he received his nickname. The sun rose on Shakes enter ing the woods, it set upon him makings “liee-line” for the “Pony Saloon.” Fire w ood was worth six dollars a cord, and shakes sixteen dollars a thousand, in those days, on Norway Flat. Shakes always chopped from two to three cords per day. Three dollars a cord he paid Billy the boatman for hanling it, wtiich of course considerably diminished his earnings; still, there was a good margin left. How it came to pass that he should always be poor, could never be satisfac torily explained. His condition being what he termed “flat broke” was patent to all, and was considered another of the mysteries of his peculiar life that no one cared to solve, and accepted unqueetiou ingly. Norway Fiat since the time of its dis covery in '52 has continued to be a pros perous mining camp. The fabulous vi -id of many of its claims had been re ported in many of the leading newspapers <sljc &nmiitcrtriUe (Sprite. VOL. X of the civilized world. Numerous op portunities had been offered to Shaken to become the possessor of ground of a promising character, subsequently prov ing rich. Mining, however, possessed no attractions for him. There existed no affinity between his nature and the excitement of the average gold-miner’s life. He never owned a foot of mining ground, “and didn’t intend to,” he was accustomed, to say; “1 go fur the sure thing.” Even when the Wake-up Jake Company struck a two-ounces-to-the pan prospect Shakes declined taking oft’ the adjoining ground, then vacant, and upon which lie was at the time chopping wood. That same piece of ground after ward proved the richest spot on the whole Flat, nearly 1.200 ounces being obtained from it as the proceeds of one day’s washing. This lack of enterprise -—this disinclination to venture—-was supposed to le the morbid offspring ot his dissipated career. The only things for which he appeared to have any care were his nx, cross-cut-saw, and frower. These constituted his entire stock-in trade, and for them he cherished some thing bordering on affection. Shakes was viewed as one of Norway Flat's fixtures. It had been settled long ago in the minds of its inhabitants that his bones would decay in the little ceme tary on the knoll overlooking the Flat. The idea of his removing was never for a moment entertained by anyone in that secluded community. Shakes and Nor way Flat had grown up with one another, Norway Flat was Shakes’s home. If he possessed a home elsewhere, he had never been heard to speak of it. The winter of *59 had set in. It was about the middle of November. The ground was covered with several inches of snow. The tinkling of sleigh-hells was heard in the distance, and the little town of the Flat wan instantly thrown into a commotion. It was nil occasioned by the arrival of Barnard s Monthly Ex press. The arrival of the express was an important event in the otherwise monotonous routine of every day life at Norway Flats; f<>r be it remembered that the era of wagon-roads and railways had not then been inaugurated, and com munication between that mountain re treat and civilization was at Lent infre quent and uncertain. Among the anxious faces awaiting the opening of the little wicket at the post office and the (TisTffrmtion of letters appeared that of Shakes. Shortly afterward he was ob served intently perns iug a letter. “Hanged if 1 don’t make tracks fur hum,” he suddenly exclaimed, and as suddenly bade farewell to Norway Flat and its surroundings. That evening Shakes was missed from liis usual haunts, and it soon became generally known that ho had left the Flat. This was an unprecedented epi sode in Norway Flat’s history. Nothing had over occurred before to disturb its uniform equanimity, excepting the shoot ing of Red Alick by Russian. Bill in a moment of frenzied excitement, produced in the heat of a discussion as to the merits of the parties then engaged in the Crimean War. His departure was the universal topic of conversation around ■very fireside and in every barroom in the camp. The speculations as to the cause were as varied as they were im probable, The thermometer at Brown’s that evening indicated 15 degrees below zero; but no fears were harbored in the mind of any one as to the safety of the one who had so unceremoniously left tin camp, “homeward bound. Weeks passed on and nothing had been seen or heard of Shake s since his depar ture. Norway Flat had almost forgotten him. Brown, the landlord of the “Occidental,” was standing in his door way gazing abstractedly at the distant winding of the “down county’ trail. If. wits only the previous day that a pros pecting party had passed along it from the Flat, bound for the deserted mining camp of Diggers’ Delight, situated about t n milts distant. His thoughts naturally recurred to their departure and prospects. Suddenly, liis quick eye detected in the distance a group of men, slowly trudg ing toward the Flat, and was somewhat urprised to recognize in them the pros pectors of Diggers’ Delight returning, bearing with them a heavy burden. The news soon spread that Shakes had been found dead at Diggers’ Delight. It was evident that night had overtaken him there, and that he had determined to spend it in one of the deserted slum ties. The fireplace had been filled by him with wood, ready for the match; but it remained unkindled. Why, no one could tell. The verdict of all who heard the story was that he had fallen a victim to the severity of the weather on the evening of the day lie left the Fiat, or, as they expressed it; “friz dead.” In an inside pocket of a vest worn underneath liis ragged overshirt, a packet of letters was found, all of which were written in the same handwriting, and addressed to “James Wilkinson, Esq., Norway Flat.” Sundry photo graphs were also discovered in the same pocket—one of an aged lady, another of a woman in the prime of life, and the *est of three beautiful girls of from ten to fifteen years of age. All the letters bore the same post-mark, “ Me.” Each envelope was indorsed in pencil mark. “Kecd. (date), J W.” One of them was indorsed, “ Reed. November 17tli, 1859, J. W.” That was the day that Shakes left Norway yrMMKKVILLE, GBORGIA, WEDNESDAY EVENING, JULY IS. IS’SH. Flat. Its contents explained the mystery of liis life and poverty, and ran thus : “ , Maine. Aug. 30, 1859 “My Dear James: Your last remit tance of $250 has been duly received, and the mortgage oil the farm is now paid. 11 ” Have you not impoverished your self to keep us in comparative luxury ? We have wanted nothing. * * * Mother is ailing and rapidly declining. Doctor says she cannot possibly live through the coming winter. She longs to sec you, •Tames, before she dies. Emma, Annie and Gerty are all well. * * * O, James ! do come home at once ; if not, I shall sell the place next spring, and come to Nor way Flat myself. Your affectionate wife, “Ellen Wilkinson.” The bright side of Shakes’s character, which he had so carefully concealed from the sight of his fellow-men, was here re vealed. And he had now gone to an other home to receive his reward. The Caisson Disease. The caisson disease, with which Col. Roebling, the builder of the Brooklyn Bridge, is afflicted is always a curious one, and its manifestations in his case have been most peculiar. His intellect is wholly unimpaired, and h ; s interest and pride in his work unabated. He has full control of liis body, and can move about In room and house freely, but lie is unequal to prolonged conversa tion -to listening as to speaking—-the effect of over-exertion in such a direction being complete prostration. He lias found relaxation from his labors and the tedium of confinement to the house in the study of mineralogy, having been compelled through physical weakness to give up his much-loved and deftly han dled violin. When last, fall public at tention was directed to the long delays and greatly increased expenditures which had characterized the construction of the bridge, it was attempted to secure the removal of 001. Roebling from the office of Chit f Engineer. A motion to this effect was, however, defeated in the Board ot Trustees, it bring felt that to retire him just as the enterprise was ap proaching completion would be a cruel wrong. “Mr. Roebling,”said President Henry C. Murphy, who was himself to pass away ere he beheld the completion of tlie work in which he had so long boon a colabon r; “Mr. Roebling lost his health while in the service of the com pany, and it does nut seem right to give another the honor which lie has ••rued.” Tin* Effect ol Mortal' Flrin?. Tin; ordnance, which Commodore F< ad< Wrought for the attack on Inland No. 10. ..i'.kM. Quail, in a letter to the Detroit /•Vi < Press, was the heaviest ever used upon the Mississippi. His Mortars were mounted singly upon great barges and each “hell when loaded, weighed about 300 pounds. A charge of twenty five pounds of powder would hurl these liuinhs over two miles, and the fall and explosion of each one was truly terrific. The concussion when one of the men : irons mortars were fired, was such that ne'ii became disabled after four or five rounds, and some were rendered deaf for days at a time. Hundreds of old log and roots which had rested on the, bot tom of the river for years were brought to the surface by the concussion, and when all the mortars wero engaged the roar and din covered the river with bub -I,las and drove thousands of men to till their ears against the sound. When one of the mortar shells would burst in the river, it would throw mud and water clear into the tree-lops, and alien it would fall upon solid land, il would excavate a hole large enough to bury a horse. Only a few confederates were killed and wounded by the 100,000 missiles hurled at them, amt tlio.so alto gether by the fragments. One man, who at the moment had a box of bread on his shoulder, was fairly hit by a de trending bomb, and not so much as a button from liis uniform was ever picked up as a reminder of his fate. Again, a bomb fell upon a cannon around which eight or ten men were lying, and al though the gun was rendered useless, not a man was injured. “( all the Next fuse, Sir.” Forty years ago, Eatonton, Ga., was a fast town. Gambling of all kinds, cock fighting and horse-racing was the rule, as it is the exception now. Why, sir, at one term of the court- 1845 or 184 G--the Grand Jury returned one true bill against forty persons—John W. Ashlirst, Solic itor-General, and a number of promi nent lawyers included—in one batch of gaming. It was in this case that it is said Judge Cone made himself famous. When the case was reached, all of the defendants arose and pleaded guilty. Judge Cone fined each of them $lO and costs and lectured them severely uppn the uselessness and immorality of such hab its and the viciousness of the example tlicv were setting for the youth of the country; then commanding the defend ants to take their seats, with a solemn face, but a merry twinkle in his eye, he turned to the clerk and said: “Now, Mr. Ch-rk, enter after these cases, ‘State of Georgia vs. Judge Cone; gaming special information by His Honor; plea of guilty,’and film him 8100 and costs. Call the next case, sir.’ That chap understood human nature quite well when he remarked: “When your pocket-book is empty, and every body knows it, you can put all your friends in it, and it- won’t bulge out worth a cent.” HOW FLOUR IS MADE. A (MINNEAPOLIS MILL ANII ITS WOK I4IMJS. Will'll I Titkcn from tlie noil Pul Tliroiijuli ilio .11 HI Ki'uilv tor tlio linker An 10\|>IonIoii. Last year Minneapolis, Minnesota, made about 9,000,000 bushels of wheat into Hour. A correspondent of Harper's Magazine- , for June, tells us how a Minneapolis mill makes Hour, and the description is interesting: When the wheat comes in it is un loaded from tho cars, hv the aid of steam-shovels, into a hopper bin, whence it, is elevated to the filth lloor and fed into a receiving bin, the bottom of which extends down to the fourth lloor. Out of this it. empties itself into conveyers, consisting ol small buckets traveling upon an endless bolt, and is taken to storage bins on the first and second floors. Here it, rests until wanting for milling. When this time comes the wheat, travels by conveyers to the top (eighth) floor, whence it is fed down into the grain separators in tho story beneath, which sift out the chaff, straw, and other foreign matter. This done, il descends another story upon patented grading screens, which sort out tli. larger-sized grains from the smaller, the latter falling through the meshes of the screen, after which tho selected portion drops into the cockles on the floor be neath, and, those escaped, fall still further into the finish machines. All Ibis time the wheat remains wheat- the kerual is entire. Its next move, however, begins its destruction, for now the end ing-stones are encountered, which break the germinal point oil'each grain. This matter accomplished, the wheat is shot away up to tho attic, again, and travers ing the whole lenglii of tin• mill, falls into an aspirator on the seventh floor, having passed which, it slides down In the second lloor, and is sent through the corrugated rollers. Thene rollers have shallow grooves out spirally upon them, with rounded ridges In tween. The op posing rollers are grooved in an opposite direction, and it is impossible for a grain J wheat to get through without being racked in two, though the rollers are not suflieie.ntly near together to to much more than that. TANARUS! ■nines out of this ordeal looking is (hough mice had chewed it, and pour ing into special conveyers, speedily finds itself up on the seventh floor again, where the flour dust which has boon produced by this rough handling is bolted nit tn reels, and all that is left nolonger wheat jh divided into “middlings” and ‘tailings.’’ The tailings consist of the hard seed etc ■ and the refuse part, and go into market of “feed” and “bran,” while the middlings are reserved for fur ther perfection into flour; they are the starchy, good centres of the grains. The first operation toward this end 1h Ihe grading of the middlings, for which purpose they pass upon silken serves ar ranged in narrow horizontal troughs, and are given a gentle shaking motion by machinery. There is a succession of these bolting cloths, so tint tho mid dlings pass through ten gradings. Next, they go to a series of purifiers, which re tenable fanuing-inachiucs, and thence to corrugated rollers, each successive set of which are more closely opposed, where Iho meal is ground finer and finer. There are five of those corrugations in all, and Imtwi on each occurs a process of bolting to get rid of the waste, and a journey from bottom to top of tho mill and hack ng.iin. Nevertheless ill spite of all this boiling, there remains a large jnontity of dust, which must lie removed in order to make the flour of the best quality. And hereby bangs a tale of considerable interest to Minneapolis men. In tho old mill which not long ago oc cupied the site of this new one there stonl upon one side the usual rows of nibsequent. processes through which the middlings pass in making line flour be ing omitted, “Fancy” flour differs from the ordinary superfine in that the mid dlings are ground through smooth roll ers, A Sermon to the Voting. Hartly Clifford, the Milwaukee young man who shot (’apt. Pugh, of Racine, last year, was sentenced to the peniten tiary for life by Judge Beimett, at Janesville, on Monday. Tho poor boy wept like a child, and when his son-ow ing mother was mentioned by the kind hearted judge, Clifford shuddered and almost fell to the floor. Whisky arid gambling have in this case sent a brave man to his grave, and a real smart boy to State prison for life, and broke the heart of a fond mother. The lesson ought to be branded into tho brains of many young men who arc starting out on a career of smartness, but it probably will not be. If they could, as they sit about the gambling table, see the dead Oapt. Pugh, the weeping mother of the murderer, and the handsome boy hand cuffed and shackled, on the way to the living death that awails him, and could realize that they are taking the same road, they might give gambling and drinking the shake, and go into a more respectable business. -Milwaukee, Sun. •'lxocTOit,'’ said a fashionable woman, “I do wish you could do something for my husband’s nose. It is very, so very red that I actually hate to go out with him. lied, you know, is very trying to my complexion.” GENERAL SCOTT'S ESCAPE. In 1861 General Scott was a fellow vovngor w iEi Tlnirlow We lon his mem* ortiblo mission to Europe. Mr. Weed, in his forthcoming autobiography, says : One evening, after our rubber, l said to the General: “There is one question I have often wished to ask you, but have been restrained by the fear that it might be improper. “Tho(Jem ral drew himself up and wait! in his emphatic manner : “Sir, you are incapable of asking nu improper question.” I i-ud : “You are very kind ; but if my inquiry is indiscreet I am sure you will allow it to pass un answered.” “I hear you. sir,” he re plied. “ Well, then, General, did any thing remark aide happen to you on the morning of tho buttle of Chippewa?” After a brief but impressive silence lie said : “ Yes, sir ; something did happen to mo—something very remarkable. I will now, for the third time in my lift', repent the story : “ The fourth day of July, 1814, was one of extreme heat. On that day my hrlgude skirmished with a British force commanded by General Riall, from an early hour in the morning till late in the afternoon. We hud driven the enemy down tho river twelve miles to Street's Civ,ok, near Chippewa, where we encamped for the night, our army occupying the west, while that of the enemy was enenmped on the east side of tho creek. After our tents had been pitched I observed h flag borne by a man in peasant’s dress approaching my mar quee. He brought a letter from a lady, who occupied a large mansion on the op posite side of the cm k, informing me that she was the wife of a member of Parliament who was then at Quebec : that, her children, servants, and a young lady friend were alone with her in the house; that General Riall had placed a imtinel before her d< or ; and that she ventured, with great, doubts of tho pro priety of tho request, l< ask that I should place a sentinel on the bridge to protect tier from stragglers from our camp. I .insured the messenger that the lady’s request should be complied with. Early the next morning the same messenger, bearing a white Hag, reappeared with a note from the sumo lady, {Dunking me for the protection she bad enjoyed, add ing that, in acknowldginent of my civili ties, she begged lint I would, with such members of my shift* sis I chose to bring with me, accept tin* hospitalities of her house at. a break fust which had boon prepared with considt ruble attention, slid was quite ready. Acting upon an impulse wliich I never have b *en able to analyze or comprehend, 1 called two of my aids, Lieutenants Worth and Watts, and returned to the mansion already in dicated. “ We met our Imsle s at the door, who ushered us into the dining' room, where breakfast awaited u . and where the young lady previously referred to was already seated by the e,< T • urn, our hostess asking to be cxem -d for a few minutes, and the young lady imme diately nerved our coin e. Before we had broken our fast, Lieutenant Wafts mse from the table, to gi i liis bandanna i Unit being before the, day of napkins), wlii di lie had left in hi i e ; ip on a side table by the window, glancing through which he saw Indians approaching the house on one, side, and red coats ap proaching it fin the other, with an evi dent purpose of surrounding it and us- - and instantly exclaimed: ‘General, we ar<; betrayed ! ’ Springing from the ta ble and clearing th house, I saw our danger, and remembering Lord Ches terfield said, ‘ W):atcv< r is worth doing at all is worth doing well,’ and as wo had to run, and my legs were longer than my companions, T soon outstripped them. As we made, our escape we were fired at, but got across tho bridge in saf< ty. A Cause for Suicide. “J believe there can be no doubt that Bcttini is insane,” said Air. De Oasali, the editor of the Italian paper in New York city, speaking of the young Italian officer who shot himself. “He gave mo ten dollars for the new Italian hospital, and insisted on paying liis subsefription to my paper, although i told him it had yet two months to run.” “You regard the fact, then, that he wanted to pay his subscription in advance as a striking evidence of insanity?” sug gested tho reporter. “Well, it isn’t often done,” responded Mr. De Casali, soberly. In other quarters it is asserted that Bettini was almost penniless, the funds which he brought with him from Italy being exhausted, and the prospect of his being able to get more not being bright. It is said that Miss Ayer, who he tried so hard to marry, is worth in her own right $12,000,000. BrriNO It Off.-- A good story Is told about Mr. Elliott F. Shepard, son-in law of Mr. William H. Vanderbilt, It appears that when Lord Ooleridgo ex it ressed liis intention to visit America this summer and accepted an invitation from the State Bar Association for a banquet, Mr. Shepard undertook to writ;, him a letter of acknowledgment and thanks. As Lord Coleridge signed his acceptance, as an English Lord should, simply “Coleridge,” Mr. Elliott E. reciprocated by signing his letter witn u plain “ Shepard.” NO 26. THE LIME-KILN CLUB. A Few Proverbs an*l A Lrwwon to u llrotlirr. [From the Detroit Free Frown,] “T ho* been axed several times o late,” remarked Brother Gardner as he opened the meeting in tho usual blond manner, “if wo war’ to have any new mottoes or proverbs or maxims fur do summer sezun. I>e Committee on Bayin’s has bonded in de follorin’ bill o' fare fur hot. weather: “Ho who sleeps by day will hunger by night.” “ Industry am de peg on which Plenty hangs her hat," “Argymont makes three enemies to one friend.” “Men who go to law mils’expect to cat deir 'titters widout salt." “l)o biggest balloon kin lie packed in a bar'l when de gas am out.” “ Do rattle of do empty wagon kin be hoard bidder dan de rumble of de loaded one. ” “I war’ countin’ of our maxims an’ proverbs las’ night, an’ found de number to bo 480. I reckon we will t*y to squeeze ’long on dat number fur de next few mouths, although if any member hits anything silver plated ho kiu hand it iu at, any time. Am Hear Admiral liumbo in de hull dis eavuin’? ” “Yes, soli,” answered the brother as iie stepped forth. “Brndder Bumbo,” continued the President, “las’ nite, while I was buyiu' some green onions at do market I ober heard you engaged in a dispute wid Kor mil Lucifer Smith. Yon stuck to it dat Noah had red lia’r an’ sandy eomplexun, an' was a hump-backed man. But fur de arrival of an ossifor dar would have been a font. Now, sah, did you eber see Noah?” “No, sail, I think not.” “In what book did you read dat he was a hump-bached man?" “I- I dun forgot, sah.” “Whnr’ did you post up on his com plexuu ?” “I can't remember.” “Now, Brndder Biunbo, I want to say a few words to you. De nex’ time I li’ar of your disputin’ a Biblical pint you will ib'iqi outer dis club like a cannon ball gwino frew a paper-bag ! What Noah looked like—whnr’ he sailed—how long lie was afloat, an’ how he enjoyed do' voy age am nuffin to you in de slightest. Your bizness am to pay yer rent, feed yer family an’ keep fo’ dogs aroun’ to drive off burglars, an' de leas you mix iji in outside matters de mo' fat you will have on yer ribs. Sot down, sail !” The humbled Bear Admiral proceeded to liis bench, and dropped himself down with a jar which broke both of Senator Blossom’s suspenders short off where the sheepskin joined the webbing. Not a Pleasant Voyage. The Australian papers give accounts of a voyage across the Pacific from San Francisco to that country by Mr. Gilfoy, an American, alone, in a small boat. He undertook this remarkable journey for (be pleasure of the thing. His long voyage had diverse experiences. Sharks annoyed him most of all, dozens of them following in liis wake, eying him askance with their bright eyes and often ap proaching so close upon him that lie was obliged to li;’ 1 11 them with his boat hook. Sleep became impossible from this cause, and an expedient was hit upon by the lonely mariner. The ingenious stratagem of making an effigy of portions of his clothes hung on tlm boat hook kept the sharks at a distance. This ruse allowed Gilfoy to take some rest. During a gal-.- liis boat was upset and ho was thrown uto the sea with all his equipments. He managed however to right the boat and save a few of liis provisions. A sword fish next attacked him, causing liis boat to leak badly, when lie was still fourteen hundred miles from his desired haven. Without rudder or food he managed to exist upon sea birds that gladly found rest for their weary wings by alighting on the boat. In a pitiable condition ho was picked up by a schooner and landed at Maryborough. A Victory’s Cost. Tu hi.s addn s at the Army of the Potomac reunion, Major Maginnis said: What had this victory cost? From May, 1861, to March, 1864, the losses of the Army of the Potomac, were, in killed, 15,220; wounded, 65,850; captured, 31,- 378; in all, 112,448. From May 1, 1864, to April!), 1865, killed, 12,500; wounded, 00,500; captured or missing, 28,000; aggregate, 110,000. From tho beginning to the close of the war, killed, 27,720' wounded, 155,052; captured or missing; 50,378. A grand aggregate of 242,750, Adding those who died of gun-shot wounds the number of men who lost their lives in action in the Army of the Potomac was 48,902, probably one-half of all who died from wounds on tho field of battle in all the armies of tho United Btates. Thf. New Yorkers might easily have raised the necessary $250,000 for the ped estal of the Bartholdi statue if tho sub ject of it Liberty—had lieen a tittle better known to the inhabitants of the city. This prescription has been kindly pro vided by the Indiauopolis Times: “To pronounce it properly you must wrinkle vour nose on the right side, try to hook your lip over your eyebrows, and say, To-yewks-bury." A Millionaire’s Children. A correspondent of the Cleveland Deader relates the following anecdote of the late Amuse Stone, and his visit, years ago, to one of tho commencements of tho High School of Cleveland: “I oalleiV at the oflloe of Messrs. Stone & Witt,l for them to go up to tho High School j l had been to tho Auditor’s office and ascertained tho amount of tuxes paid lo j each, and then took the amount of school taxes paid and ascertained tho cost ]>ci ■ scholar in the schools in Cleveland, in cluding the cost iu tho High School. Mr. Witt was not in anil I nskeil Mr. Stone to go up to the High School t > attend ti e examination of 1 is children and see how well they could pass exnmif nation in the several studies. Ho saiijj he had no children in the High School.] I told him he was mistaken, and asked him what amount of tax he paid in Cleveland? He said ho could not tell without looking at liis receipts. I then handed him tho figures I bad taken from tho Auditor’s books, with tho calcula tions I had made, and tho number of children his taxes kept in school in the, city. This was a now and a very grati I fyiug revelation to him, and lie said ) e should pay liis taxes more cheerfully in the future than he had ever done, ns lie believed in educating tho children. Ho said he would go up, but could not stay more than half an hour. Soon after lie wont into tho room he became very much interested in the class in algebra, and tho rapidity with which they lnndo their demonstrations in mathematics on the blackboard. The half hour soon passed, and I said to him: ‘Mr. Stone, the half hour is up,’and he replied: ‘I shall not go until the exercises for the afternoon are finished. These nro too interesting to leave.’ He frequently re ferred to that visit., to tho ability exhib ited by the scholars and to the thorough ness of the teaching of the principal of the High School." Mexican Express Runners. All through tho interior of Mexico at almost every town and village, arc to be found “runners,”usually Indians, whoso business it is to cany small packages iqxm their shoulders from place to place. Knowing all the mountain paths anil short outs, and possessing a vast amount of strength and staying power, these “ runners ” make long journeys in a pro digiously short time. To cito a case that illustrates both the custom of gift, sending and the manner of sendiug gifts: One of my friends here in Monterey, be ing then on his way homo from tho City of Mexico, stooped for a night with liis carriage, horses and servants at a hospit able rancho, where ho was admirably well entertained. On the evening of the next day lie came to a town famous for its delicious fish, and as an acknowledg ment of the hospitality tendered him ho sent, a “runner” with a basket of fish to his host of the night before. The dis tance, allowing for short-cuts, was forty miles across a mountainous country; yot the “ runner ” made it inside of ten hours—leaving at 7 o'clock at night, iu and arriving at the rancho (as my friend sub sequently was informed) at 5 o’clock tlu next morning. Taking into considera tion the timo lost between collection and shipment, and between receipt at the terminal point and actual delivery to consignee, the best regulated express company in the world could not have made this shipment nioro expeditiously. Moreover, as these “ runners ” are abso lutely trustworthy—there are coses on record of their dying in defense of their freight—tho express facilities which they afford in a small way scarcely can bo improved upon. The Real Meaning of Cyclone. "The common newspaper use of the word oyolone,” said Professor W. H. Brewer in an informal talk, “is very er roneous. Most people have got tho idea that' the word expresses something more terrible in the way of wind-storm than either the word whirlwind or tornado, whereas tho reverse is tho case. A cy clone extends over a wide circuit, and need not bo violent enough to cause any serious damage through the larger part cf its path. We generally have two or three cyclonos a month,.but hardly ever a tornado. The wind storms that are of such common occurrence in the West, and sometimes visit this section, doing so much damage to property and life, are not cyclones at all, although usually a part of one. The tornado lias a narrow path and tho cyclone a wide one, as 4 have said. The old English word is whirlwind. Some forty years ago me teorologists in this country adopted the Spanish word tornado as a synonym for it. Tornado soon found its way into the American dictionaries, but has never yet apjionred in the English dictionaries. Lately tho word cyclone has been ap plied to these violent and destructive storms, and owing to its acceptance by the nowswapers Ims been popularized. But it is, nevertheless, an improper use of tho word, and should therefore be dis couraged by the press —New Jlaven Ih’H i sler." Woman's Work. The Boston Globe says that in 1840, when Harriet Martinoau visited this country, she showed that only seven vo cations wore opened to women who wanted work. These were keeping boarders, setting type, teaching noedle- W' rk, labor in cotton mills and folding and stitching in book binderies. Now there aro 284 occupations opened to women in Massachusetts, and 551,158 members of the gentler sex in that State al me earn their own living, receiving from $l5O to $3,000 each per annum. This docs not include ameteurs or mothers and daughters in the household. As there aro 70,000 surplus women iu Massachusetts these now avenues of em- I loymont are widely appreciated. The people of Long Island are excited In cause a beautiful white girl married a negro; and yot Long Island and tho rest of the country merely looks on and smiles when it sees a woman kissing a dog that may have fleas.