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THE DA Y OF REST. Holy and beautiful ! The very bird That jKmra his wealth of music on the ear 1 fieemn, to our ohastoued hearts, by worship stirred. To pay his tribute to the season dear. fhe breezes pass us by with loitering wing And less distinct the insects’ joyful hum; Fainter the voices of the .gurgling spring, And all proclaims the welcome rest hath come. The flowers hang droopiugly on pliant stem, The pale, thin clouds float down the azure sea With gentlest motion; and the heart, like them. Fain would go forth, sinless, and calm, and free! All things without do utter “ holy time,” And all within the soul gives answering cheer; Tin burden of all grief, and care, and crime Is vailed from sight, it casts no shadow here. Into the deep recesses of the mind, 0 holy peace, descend and long abide 1 Till a perpetual Sabbath there enshrined Sheds guiding rays across life's obbing tide! — Boston Transcript . A MONK EXCELLENT WAV. “Here you young rascal! djeep that lone was stern enonglijJJtfciiforee onc.lienoe of itself, Imt thespeaHttidded emphasis by seizing the by the collar ami giving him a tSjlraagli slinking. It was a small boy, tJNtn and starved-looking, with many patches on hi ■ poor clothing and not*'a few rags that fluttered as In* swung in the grasp of the strong, w ell-dressed youth who li : t him. Hut bis grimv lingers never 1 sed their hold of the disputed object, and his only care seemed to be to keep it from injury. ITis blazed with passion as he screamed: iwL “Imt go of me, Kick rohtosm. It’s o business of yours, and tfqjfcu make me break it I’ll kill you,fin* it some time ■ce if 1 don’t. Let gl r%.” ft was an odd contest, and the boys gathered round, full of interest, to see what would happen, though, of course, they know that the little fellow could not hold out long. “(live it to him, Kick !” shouted out inine, “shako thtvdirly little beggar out of his boots.” “Stick to it, Toby,” cried others, to ho p up “the fun;" “flndm’s is liavin's, if you ean only keep 'em.” “Bovs! Boys! What is all this dis turbance?” inQiiired Miss Lawrence, the teacher, hurrying to the scene. “Haven’t J forbidden fighting times enough.” “Yes, ma’am,” answered Mnrkbnm, “but this isn't a real fight. Toby Briggs stole Kay Burgess's toy balloon, and 1 was trying to make him give it up, but in* won’t, and so you see 1 cannot take it nwav without breaking it." “Careful, careful," said the teacher, gently; “stole is an ugly word. Do not say it unless you are sure.” “Well, f am sure, Miss Lawrence, for 1 saw him myself. He watched where Kay laid it when some of the boys called him to play tag, and wont and got it and was making off as fast sever he could .wffj'n I caught him. ” —u “Charles,” said Mi.-s Lawrence, grave ly -she never called him by that hate ful nickname, Toby—“l thought you were growing to be one of my best boys, and now you pay me in this way for trusting you. You cannot be my friend if you do such things. Now make it as near right as you can. Go and give ltay lris balloon at once.” The child’s eye liad been fixed upon tiers as though he dreaded each word as it fell, while his face grew whiter and more set, As she ceased a stony defi ance settled over it. He moved not one step. “iQtttflM,” she said, after a long pause of wonder at the stubbornness of this boy, who had lately obeyed her every word, and perplexity as to the best course ih case lie continued obstinate, “are you not going to obey me?” "No ma’am,” replied the boy, slowly. “I didftlf AFe/ it, and I won’t give it up to him—not if you kill me.” Miss Lawrence was astounded, though no sign of the fact appeared. “Very well,” she remarked, quietly, looking at her watch, “we have no more time to spend with this affair now. Go into the school-room, all of you, and take your peats. I will attend to it after the need have no rec itations. He can take liis time to think." The sunbeams stole in through the school-room window, marking, as they moved from desk to desk, the passage of tho hours. Pleasant summer hours they wen*. Bees hummed through them, birds sang, and sleepy windleto swung in leafy branches, but two hearts in that room were too heavy to heed. Charles Driggs sat stolid and deter mined, watching tho door furtively, and calculating his chances of escape, for to this plan his “thinking” had evidently brought him. But too many eyes were upon him, and, spite of the teacher’s efforts to prevent, many fingers were pointed at him and many cruel little tongues whispered “Thief !” Ah ! what a wild beast instinct it is that so common one, to hunt the sus pected or unfortunate, either of human or dumb creatures, the very ones that should rouse the Christ-like yearning to shelter them. Miss Lawrence watched anxiously. She felt that there was something unac countable in the boy’s sudden stubborn ness and in the value he seemed to set upon a simple toy. She had found him, at her entrance into the school, idle, willful, and disorderly, as neglected children so often are, but he had been easily won and had tried earnestly and constantly to improve. This out break was puzzling, discouraging, like so many of the cases teachers have to deal with. Sometimes they find the Jtey mystery; opener it is entirely €ljc (Diyette. VOL X out of their roach, and they liavo to blunder along blindly, doing whnt cir cumstances compel, feeling that, after all, it is uot the right way, though the only one possible to them. What a weary afternoon; would it never end ? At last the siuilight slipped off’the threshold. The pupils soon fol lowed it. For a moment slit* slackened her watch, while the larger ones, being in spelling-class with their backs to the door, could not see. In that moment Charles slid round. He was almost gone —not quite, though. Miss Lawrence turned just in time to seize him and throw him, kicking and struggling, into the nearest seat. She was thoroughly angry at his persistent wickedness, and flung the boy down with the feeling (hat lie was entitled to no further consideration from her. “Sit there !” she exclaimed, “and we will have you fastened like any other thief.” Cruel w ords they were—regretted as soon as spoken bat Hu* boy seem to hear them. His eyes were fixed with a glare of terror upon the balloon; which was slowly shrinking away, pierced by some pin-point, As it shriv eled ttj) into an unsightly rag he flung himself, with a despairing scream, upon the floor beside it, and lay there moan ing and grieving like a dog beside some article once worn by its dead master. As for Miss Lawrence, she was rather glad of this unlooked-for escape from her difficulty. “Ray," she said, “I will get you a new balloon, since tiiis one was destroyed partly through my fault. The school is dismissed. Charles will remain.” The boy sat quiet, unheeding the jeers or the contemptuous glances of tho others as they passed out, and staring blankly straight ahead of him, like one who had just soeu a last liopo go out. The teacher watched liis face, so stony, so unchildlike, long after the last young footstep had pattered out of hearing. At last she said: “ Charles, I did not suppose you cared ko much for playthings that yon would take those which did not belong to you.” “ I don’t,” answered the boy, dogged ly. “ Why don’t ye let me go now ? There aint nothin’ to stay for. You’ve smashed it, and that’s the very worst thing ye could do to me.” “ Y’ou may go presently; but why do you speak so tome? 1 did not keep you here for a punishment. You forget that I have the toy to pay for, unless you can help me.” “ Well, I can’t then,” he, rejoined, desperately. “ I haven’t got a penny in the world. If I had had or could a earned one do you think I’d a touched his old balloon !” “But why should you, any way?” urged Miss Lawrence. “It wasn’t any thing you needed.” “ Wasn’t it?” lie cried, furiously. “ i never needed anything so much in all my life, and if there’s another to be prigged in this town to-niglit I’m the fel low that does it, and you may help your self. ” “Why Charles!” exclaimed the as tonished lady; “are you crazy ? Whnt. is the matter? Tell me all about it,” sin* added, coaxingly, almost terrified bv the strange conduct of the boy. “ What’s the use?” lie muttered, with a sullen, suspicious glance. “You couldn’t help, and if you could, you wouldn’t. Nobody cares for poor folks like us. What if we do get sick and die? It’s nomatter. And as for feelin’s, who ever thought of our havin’ any ? Feelin’s is for folks that dress in silks and satins off o’ the money they cheat us out of. ” “Charles,” observed Miss Lawrence, gently, “I am sure I don’t know what makes you talk so strangely, but I am very sorry for you, and if you will tell me what all this means I will help you, if 1 ean. Isn’t that fair?” “Yes, ma’am,” replied the boy, slowly, after a long, wistful gaze into the trou bled and gentle eyes of the teacher; “I’ll tell ye, though there’s nothin’ you can do, as I know on. You see, my little brother Len lias been sick a longtime uid gettin’ thinner and thinner, till lie’s ie.st an poor and pale as a ghost. It’s mostly the poor food he has and the hard times, the Doctor said, and ho finally told mother tliero wasn’t no use of his cornin’ any longer; so he don’t, and poor little Len has got so weak he can’t sit up any more, but just has to lie still all day long, with nothin’ to pass tho time away or make the time any easier, only when some of ns hold him up to the window a few minutes at a time. He can’t bear it long, but it seems to please him. Well, the other day, as I was doft’ so, a boy came along with one of them things, an’ it took the poor little fellow’s eye, so it seemed he must have one But mother told him she couldn’t get it, ’cause she hadn’t a bit of money, and then he didn’t say another word, but just turned his poor head over on the pillow, when he thought nobody was lookin’, and cried all to himself. “I’ve been tryin’ ever since to get somethin’ to do, so I could buy him one, but nobody would give me any work. He was so bad this mornin’, mother said she was afraid he wouldn’t last but a day or two. He’s out of his mind a good deal, and then he talks mostly about the pretty red moon, and says he is going to climb up into the sky and get it. I thought maybe he’d die easier to have it, and when I saw Bay Burgess with one in liis baud I made up my SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, AUGUST 1.1883. iniiiul to get it if I could. It wasn’t real, downright stealing for mo to take it from him; really it wasn’t, Miss Law rence. Only just taking a little of what belongs to us—for father spends ’most every cent he earns at Mr. Burgess’s drink shop, though mother has begged Mr. Burgess on her knees not to sell to him. We’d bo comfortable and decent as anybody if we could only have fath er’s wages; but they all go to help build Mr. Burgess’s grand house, and put fine clothes on liis wife and buy nice tilings for his children, when our poor Lon can’t have one little plaything, and he a-dying of slow starvation. That’s what mother says it is.” And the boy broke down with a sob at thought of liis pet brother’s wrongs. Mias Lawrence had not the heart to argue with him. She was poor herself, but no this had over crossed her path. “You may go, now, Charles, she said; “but let the balloon rest, for to night, and don’t give up; your brother may not be so ill as you think.” He departed, a little comforted. The teacher wont straight to the one toy-shop of the village and purchased its last remaining toy balloon. Then a new sign, “Theodore Gray, M.D.,” scarcely noticed before, arrested her at tention, and soon she was on her way to the house of want, accompanied by t young physician who was not too well established and successful to attend the poor. Little Len lay oil liis bed of suffering -liis thin, drawn face so white that lie looked already dead, and one felt almost startled to see the blue eyes micloso. Charles sat gazing at him in despair. A fruitless fight against want and mis sy showed everywhere. While the Doctor examined his pa tient, Miss Lawrence sought tho heart broken mother. " Wo have come to help you, if yon will let us,” she said, simply. So the two—poor themselves- —set to work to relieve those so much poorer and more unhappy. Little Leu’s sunken eyes brightened at sight of the rod balloon, and after a supper of warm broth he fell asleep with liis hand on the string and tho bright globe nestled against liis wan check. No; ho did not die. Richard Markham hoard tho story next day and went to see him. To liis credit be it said, he was not ashamed to take Charlie by the hand, and say: “Forgive me, lad. I was more to blame than you. I ought to have found out all about it before trying to make a public example of you, when I had never known you to do anything like that before.” “ I don’t blame you,” replied the other. •* ft was the first time, and it sluill be the last. But, of course, there are plenty win) won’t believe me.” For a while all Richard’s spondiug nioney went to the Driggs family, (fillers too, in time joined to help them, so that, though always poor and struggling as how could they he otherwise '> -they did not again reach such a depth of want. The father did not reform, for the dram shop still stood open and liis earnings dropped mostly into its till. Bnt work was furnished his family-—so they man aged to live. Miss Lawrence has never ceased to practice tho “ more excellent, way,” and many lips call down blessings upon her. She does not teach the village school now, but a lady sometimes stands at u window over the new sigu—now no longer new —wlio looks much like her. I think you will find, too, that the Doctor is soon to take a student who signs himself Charles Driggs .—Arthur's Magazine. Postage Stamps Ruling Firm. For seven years he had been a clerk in the ioe business, but only a week or so ago be was appointed a clerk in the post office. One day he was stationed at the stamp window. He sold tliree-cent stamps for fifteen cents each or four for j.nlf a dollar. One-cont stamps he told thiii people were hard to get at any price, and ruled firm at seven cents, with a ris ing tendency. Postal cards were held at ten cents, and stamped three-cent en velopes were three for a quarter, Ko cif-ty raised a howl when he charged a commission of ten per cent, for register ing a letter, and charged exchange, dis count, and commission on money orders. When the postmaster returned, there was a scene. The young man listened to reproach and explanations. He ex amined the schedule of prices very care fully, resigned immediately, and went back to the ice business. “That postoffice,” he told his father, “won’t last six weeks. You never saw such a cut-throat business. They’ve no more idea of a fair profit than they have of the North Pole. Why, it would ruin the government if all the offices sold stamps for nothing, as they do here.” And In made up his mind that he would write to the President and toll hirn how shame fully the merchandise of the government was being cut away down below Novem ber prices right in the beginning of hot weather An old lady in Kalamazoo, Mich., ol> jected to the setting of a telegraph pole ju her premises, saying she wasn’t going to have that thing there to telegraph everything she said all over town, A BRAVE ACT. (INK 1I AN ACTS Wllll,l. OTHERS ONI.Y HY HPATIIIZK, How a Kim a wav 11 or ho was Slopped nml a Lillie lilrl'n Lire Saved. [From tho Now York Times.] Wliilo the Boulevard from Macomb’s Dam bridge road to the Park was crowded with all kinds of pleasure equipages, recently, great excitement was produced in the vicinity of One Hundred and Fortieth street by a frantic cry of “Clear the track 1 A runaway! Drive on tho side-walks I” A man in a light road wagon was driving liis horse toward the Park on a run and screaming this warning to the drivers in the street, Behind him, iti the middle of the broad thoroughfare, a powerful roan horse wiih dashing madly down the street, drawing a top buggy, which swayed from side to side, while a little girl of 13 years clung desperately to tho lines, with white face and streaming hair. Everybody gave tho runaway vehicle a wide berth. Men in light wagons whipped their horses fran tically upon tho sidewalk, coachmen drove their carriages hurriedly to tho side of the road, ladies and gentlemen on horseback galloped wildly to tho fences, and although sympathetic women in their carriages screamed and men turned pale, no ono made the slightess effort to assist the child, who without looking to tho right or left, was scream ing: “Oh, won’t somebody save mo! Oh, somebody stop him ! What shall I do 1 Oil, what shall Ido 1” A quiet-looking man in a clerical frock coat, who was meditatively driving a large “ buckskin” horse before a light, road wagon toward the city, hoard the warning cry of the man who was trying to clear the road, and looked around just as tho roaq, horse, on a frantic run, was passing One Hundred and Thirty-ninth street, and all the vehicles were crowd ing to the left-hand side of the road. • The quiet man, without a moment's hesitation, put liis horse, which was a fast one, to his speed, and drove swiftly beside the runaway steed. “Don’t be afraid !” ho called coolly to the child, wlio clung to the lines like a little heroine. “Now, do just as I toll yon ! Hang on to the lines, and pull most on the left, and when I toll you to jump, do it. Will you mind what 1 say ?” “Yes,” answered the little girl; “but save me, oh, save mo, if you can 1” The quiet man gave the buckskin horse a cut with his whip, and the ani mal broke into a gallop and brought tho seat of lito master's wagon even with the runaway horse’s head. Then the man quickly wound his lines about bis right hand and with the loft seized tho runa way horse’s bridle. Tho frantic beast plunged aiul jerked liis head away, al most dragging the man from his seat, and dasln and on, the man losing his hat. and whip. But he at once drove along side tho horse’s head again, and again seized the bridle, which was again torn away from him. He drove up again and made a third attempt, and met a like failure. “Don’t give up,” he called out to the child, who was losing courage ami crying; “justhangon to the lines.” Then, in very vigorous language, he exhorted some of tho horsemen whom they were flying past to come to his assistance, but not one responded. Tlio two animals, in this time had run down to One Hundred and Twenty-eighth street, and between One Hundred and Twenty-fifth and One Hundred and Twenty-sixth streets lies a heap of stones, mortar, and bricks, where a building is in process of con struction, and toward this jagged pile the quiet man, who was still driving and encouraging tho girl, saw that tho runa way horse was headed, and knew that he must make a final effort to stop the animal at once. He drove up beside the head of the beast again, seized the bridle, dropped his lines, and, calling to liis own horse to stop, lie sprang to lhc ground, dragging tho runaway liorso’s head with him, and after a sharp strug gle brought the brute to a standstill and took the child, who was almost, fainting from the buggy. The little girl said that her father who had been driving with her, had been run over at One Hundred and Thirty-sixth street, and that the horse had run from there, a distance of more than a mile. The quiet man drove back to look for the father, and met him driv ing down in a grocery wagon to look foi his child, whom he expected to find dead or dying in the road. He was not badly hurt. He said that ho stopped in tho road to check up his horse and gave liis little girl the reins. Some other horses came up behind and startled the animal, and it bolted. Ho clung to its head and was dragged a block, when tho beast got away and the wheel of the buggy went over his log. The quiet man drove them both home, but declined absolutely to say wlio he was. Tub dirtiest man that you will en counter is the one that leaves a box of soap at your house for a few days, “Is it real good ?” asked a lady of one of these soap venders; and then, looking at him, she added, > effectively, “ But, ol ooil's-*, you wouldn’t know anything about it.” Is there in this country any law against marrying a deceased wife’s sis ter?—Stranger. No; none is needed. When the average man marries a second time he usually prefers to change hid mother-in law, RliUaUelp/da Rews. WIT AND WISDOM. Tub very iikst thing for you to do is to do the very host thing you know how. This is a hard rule to follow, but a safe ono. It is the eaisest thing in tho world for a father to give liis daughter a clieok for •if 10,000 on her wedding day; but it is the hardest tiling in tho world for the bride or any other person to get it cashed. Thu remains of a man, with his hand in the pocket of tho remains of another man, have just been discovered in the rains of Pompeii. He is believed to have been a pickpocket. A man who named liis horse “Drum mer” in hope that he would beat time, was soon taught tho error of liis ways hv another who named liis horse “Tramp" so ns to place him in a position to beat anything he came in sight of. “You ought, to see iny new dog,” said Ato B. “He’s one of tin* best Gordon setters I oversaw. ’ “I’ve got a scttei that will lay over him,” rejoined B. “Bet you a V you haven’t” “Taken," said B. Tho bet is still undecided be cause I! trotted out a lion. “What is that with an Apron?" "That, my sou, is a Woman.” “What is she trying to 1)o ?” “.She is trying to drive Ten pullets and a Gentleman Hen out of the Garden.” "Will she doit?’ “No, my son, but she will spoil the Gar den,”-—Burlington b'ri ‘ Press. The Czar of Russia once met by acci dent Colonel (Lietsiii in a state of in ebriety. "Look here, sir,” said the Czar, “wliat would you do if you met a Colonel of the Guard in tho condition in which I find you ?” The Colonel drew himself up, gave the military salute, and replied with great gravity, “I would not condescend to say a word to the brute." liis wit saved him his commission. A Lvov whose husband had been elect ed to Congress and who was much dis turbed by the stories she had read of tin malarious atmosphere of the capital asked ono of his constituents if lie thought, it was safe for her husband t< live in Washington. “Hate?” he re joined, "well, I should say so. It’s about tho only place in the country where a man can steal with positively no risk of being sent to State Prison for it.” Inquiheb— You wish to set Mr. Suaggs and his next-door neighbor to fighting. Easy enough. Some dark night just take a load of ashes and old oyster cans and dump them in Snaggs’s back yard. He'll lay it to his neighbor and Hling ’em over tho fence. The neighbor’ll he mad der than a candidate for office beaten by ono vote, and will sling’em back. Then things will hum; lawsuits, pulled noses and bloody heads will be tho result and you can sit back and see the fun.—ltos lon Post. A FATHER’S LONG VIGIL. WalcliliKi Over I lit* ftoil.v of liis Uinigli* lor for Nonrly Live illoiitli*. A few days ago the remains of Miss Annie Brewer were interred in a marble sarcophagus constructed in the yard ad joining her father’s house in East Har tford, Connecticut. The circumstances of this case are sad and peculiar. Miss Brewer wns the lfl-year-old daughter of Edward Brewer, a leading citizen. She was tho idol of her father, whoso wlmlo life seemed to be wrapped up in her. A week or two before Christmas she was taken sick, and, after a short illness, died. On her deathbed she. expressed a horror of being put into the ground, and her father promised that she should not lie. In spite cf tho entreaties and per suasions of the friends and relatives, he declined to allow the remains to be taken from the house. The corpse was dressed for the grave and was enclosed in a hand some coffin, which was placed in tho parlor. Every day an undertaker visited the house, and did what was necessary to preserve the remains. The unhappy father refused to be comforted, lie sat by the coffin all day long, and it was with great difficulty that ho could bo persuaded to snatch evori a few moments for his meals. In the early evening ho retired to bod, but at about midnight arose again, dressed himself, and re turned to his vigil. lie addressed to tin* inanimate form words of endearing affec tion, kissed tho marble lips, and passed liis hand across the brow. When day light came he returned to liis bed for u few hours, and then rose to go through the same programme. Day and night from the time of her death until about tho middle of April, these strange actions were kept up. At about that time Mr. Brewer’s health broke down, and he agreed to tlio removal of tlio remains tc a vault to bo constructed on bis own pre mises and easily accessible, so that he might still hold communion with his child. It is in this vault, just com pleted, that the girl's long linburiod re mains wero placed. Tho ceremonies were simple and private. The Witnesses. —It is decided that oi the independent witnesses who gave evi dence against the Inviueibles in Dublin, Alice Carroll will receive $2,500 and Emma Jones, Huseley, and Meagles $1,500, and all be sent out of the coun try. Alice promised tho Invincibles not to swear against Brady and Kelly if they would give her $250, but as they did not do so she offered her services to the crown. ISO 38. A FATHER’S WANDERINGS. NTOHV OF A MAN AVIIO AI'FKARM AK TKH AN AHSKNCH OK *1 IVKNTV FIVIt VKAItN. A Nli.rv llull Would bo Worked up Into n Two Vol Novel - Artcr Twenty. five Yenr. The story of John Henuso, who turned up in Reading, Pa., a few days ago aftei an absence of twenty-five years, is in many respects remarkable. When he disappeared Homme had a wife and sever al children, the youngest, of whom, Mary, then three month* of age, is now married. Mrs. Henuso heard nothing of her husband until soon after the late war begun, when slio received a letter announcing that ho had been conscripted into the reliel army. Nothing more was heard from him and he was mourned as dead. On Tuesday a bronzed and woather beaten man of sixty-five years registered at tho Berks County House. He wore long hair that fell upon his shoulders In curls and liis ears were adorned with gold rings. It was the samo John who hod disappeared a quarter of a century ago, seized with a longing to once more see his wife and children. Ho learned that they were still living. Tho moot ing between the long-separated couple was not a gushing ono. There wore no tears of joy and no clinging in fond em brace, but nevertheless the prodigal husband was cordially greeted when he had established his identity. Then he visited liis youngest daugh ter, Mrs. Rolland, That lady waß en gaged at her household duties when she was suddenly confronted by a strange man. “Your name is Mary,” said he break ing a short silence aDd advancing a step or t wo. “Yes, that is my name,” answered Mrs. Rolland, eying her strange visitor suspiciously. “What cim Ido for you ?” “lam your father, Mary, who left you when you were a babe three months old. Am I quite forgotten ?” And tears came to tlio old man’s eyes as he leaned against tho counter and gazed at his daughter. Mrs. Holland's first impulse was to summon assistance, for she feared tlio man was demented, but ho stopped her and soon convinced her that his story was true, and then re lated to her his past life. To a correspondent of the Times Hen use told his story. He said when he loft Reading ho went to Virginia. Here, when the war broke out, he was forced into tho rebel army, and when on the march to Gettysburg he escaped, but was recaptured and placed on board a war'**oßß6l. Ho again escaiied, and then made his way westward, only to be cap tured by hostile Indians. For a time he was kept a close prisoner, but eventually ho adopted tlieir habits and mode of life, and was looked upon as a member of the tribe. Ho lived with his red brethren fifteen years, and during that time learned several dialects. Then came a yearning for the home of his youth. He bade his savage friends farewell, went to France, and after a brief sojourn there returned to America by way of Cuba. “ Then I camo to Reading,” sorrowfully concluded the aged adventurer, “ and I will leave again as quietly ns I camo. tho city is strange to me, the people are all strange, and even my own family do not seem to recognize me. I will leave for the South; T have friends there.” And lie kept his word, for he left as sud denly as he came, not even bidding his wife and children farewell. Gambling in the Army. Tho Washington Republican says:— Said an old army correspondent re garding the revolutions of gambling among army officers at Washington: “ It is not to be wondered at that idle army officers should gamble when it is a fact that the vice was a common one during tho most, active campaigns of tho late war. I have seen men spend the even ing between two days of a battle in playing cards for stakes. It wasn’t ex actly gambling under fire, but it was the next thing to it. There wns hardly an officer’s mess, regimental or staff, that was not a poker club, and thousands of dollars changed hands after each visit of the paymaster. Freeze-out poker, the winner to maintain tho mess until the next pay-day, was a common form of gambling among tho oflicors. Many of the private soldiers were lively gamblers, and hardly a company was without its ‘poker sharp’—-usually a cool, quiet, 1 goody-goody’ sort of chap from omo country district. Early in tho war pro fessional gamblers haunted every depot of supplies and pressed upon commis sioners, quartermasters, and paymasters. One or two paymasters lost fabulous mms to these sharks; then defaulted, were sent to prison, and the gamblers Rod to Canada until the storm was over. The vice is as common and as fashionable in the army among officers and privates as it ever was—the only difference is that the army is not quite as large as it was. ” Tins is the Urn * of year at which the luxurious young man takes his girl out in a village cart in the country, and as he points with the whip at an orchard full of blossoming trees, and they are both looking at it with their hearts full of poetry, tho horse flies across a bridge, and the cart suddenly jumps into a rut full of water, bounces about two yards in the air, and tills their eyes and ears with mud,— Puck, Flagrant Outrages on u Citizen. The Providenco, R, 1., Journal gives a detailed amount, of malicious persecu tions to which Mr. William A. Wooden, a farmer of Cumberland, has been siilh jeoted of late years. Twelve years ago his two largo barns wore burned, with oattle and horses. In 1882 his born and other outbuildings woro again burned, involving a loss of $2,100, on which there was only SOOO insurances 1 11 clear ing away for the new barn which is now being oreoted there was found among tho debris, in the centre of the oellar, a bot tle containing dynamite. Boon after the barn wns burned several of the fences about tlio land worn torn down and thrown into the road, and iiko disgrace ful actions aro kept up until this day. Recently outrageous actions have been committed at tho family iomh on Ills farm. Tho door has been taken from its hinges and thrown into the middle of the road, and tho gate has been torn off and placed by tho roadside. On tho slabs are caricatures of di graceful ob jects, and many lines of vulgarity writ ten with red lead. In the tombs are the liodios of Mr. Wooden's father-in-law, sister-in-law and his two children. At the commencement of the season ho found in his lots which lie, intended to mow first, that in several places were large pieces of iron, umbrella wires, largo stonos and- other missiles stuck into the ground, so that the knife of the mowing machine would come in contact with them. He discovered this by ono of Ills hired men going through the field. Not long ago ho was plowing, and at night left his plow in the field. Upon returning tho next morning the plow wns nowhere to ho found. Finally it was discovered in a swamp near the field, with both handles and the share broken, which made it unfit for use. About tho first of last month Mr. Wooden went to his well on tho night before which tho dood was done, and found tho bucket as usual, all right. The next morning tho work girl went to tho well, which Jins two 1 moke to; and on letting one down for tho other to come up noticed a change in the oolor of tho water. Bhe brought it up, and upon making an examination found the bucket to be filled with fresh cow manure. Tho water has been unfit, to drink or to use since this was done, although it lias been cleaned out. Fre quently in the morning he lias found tins front of his house bedaubed with filth and tho fences around tho house tom down nud mutilated. Only last Sunday evening the bars at ono place on his farm wero falcon out and thrown into the road. Mr. Wooden says he knows of no reason for thus ill-treating him, except, perhaps, political animosity or personal grievance, of which lie is una aware. It would seem that the State ought to take some means to protect a citizen in his rights, if the town is una ble to do so. A Human Pageant. Tho tournament in the Villa Borghese at Rome in honor of the marriage of the Duke of Genoa was an interesting spec tacle. It will be remembered that the Piazza di Heena, which was planned for pageants of this kind, and where many have been given since the days of Pi ■]x > PaulV., lias exactly the outline of an ancient Roman circus. The seals which hail boeu erected along tho sides and semi-circular ends were filled with about thirteen thousand spectators. In the royal pavilion, on the middle of one side, hung with crimson velvet and decorated with flowers, were tho King and Queen, the bride and bridegroom, the Duke (if Aosta and Prince Amulph of Bavaria, with their respective suites. On their right was a pavilion for tho foreign am bassadors and envoys, and on their left others for their families and for the Cabinet Ministers. Tho cavaliers, all young Italian nobles and cavalry officers, divided into four squadrons of thirty four riders each, two representing Bava rians and two Italians, were mounted on richly caparisoned thoroughbred horses and wore liaiulsomo sixteenth century costumes of gay colors, with plumed hats. They rode into the lists preceded by tho herald, Prince Odosoalclii, trumpeters and standard bearers, and were led by the young Prince of Naples, who ac quitted himself gallantly. The sports were of the various kinds practiced at such pageants—since tilting wont out with the use of armor—the Turk’s head the hunt of the rose, and the like. Tl;, men rode well, and the evolutions, es pecially those at a liaml gallop and over hurdles, were admirably executed, anil elicited loud hursts of applause. So gay a spectacle has not been witnessed in Rome for many years. The Candle Parade.— Speaking of the fireworks at tho opening of the East River Bridge, a war veteran said: “Dur ing tho spring of ’GS candle rations were issued to tho army of tho Potomac. The men had no use for them, and they ac cumulated. One night a single com pany, each man carrying a lighted candle started in procession through the camp. Regiments, battalions, and brigades caught the infection, anti 50,000 candles glimmered and danced in every direc tion, winding like a fiery serpent over the hillocks, and stretching out in a sea of flaming dots as far as tho eye could reach. The bridge illumination was very line for its kind, but for beauty and novel effect I think the candle procession ought to handle the snuffers. Many veter ans of the Army of the Potomac will re member the candle parade.” A VERY SAD SIGHT WAS PRESENTED On Union square, the great theatrical cen tre in New I’ork a few days ago. One of the best known actors in tho country, a man of culture, refinement and intelli gence, was indulging in what the “boys” euphoniously term a “tear,” and took great pains to show himself in a very Borry condition, He has lost a good en gagement and won the commiseration and sympathy of his friends, however ill deserved they may bo. It is not #1 range that strong drink should be so much stronger than a strong man.