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The orator ipok# tod the crowd ni boshed,.
Men held thedr breath u the quick word* malted;
Stem eye* grew tearful, oold heertagrew hot;
Though the hour* aped tar they heeded them not;
And they aware not their fault It they lined not to
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The tyrant and their oountry free.
The orator ceaaea—the curtain falls,
The echoes die through the tenant!ees walla- •
They fought in vain, for the orator’* word
Stayed not the sweep of the tyrant's sword,
And the riveted ebau clank’d on aa before,
And the orator’s word* are remembered no more.
Scanty hla guerdon, scanty hie fame,
Be lives in a story only a name.
The poet sang, and the earth grew still,
And he moulded men's hearts at his own sweet will;
And they asked his name that it might be enroll’d
viu uie at zaz'Si.'z greatest «r
And hie ytale cheek flush’d and his heart beat high
And he said—" Nor my uaco nor ray song shall
dieuj
Be pant’d, and earth’s voices, silent so long,
<Jrew sevenfold louder and drowned his tong.
As the tide of time thro’ the letters of gold;
And newer songs seem’d sweeter to men,
And the post’s song* are not heard again
•Save by a few, with lees heart than head,
Who grope tor his thoughts in a tongue that is
dead.
Scanty his guerdeon, scanty his fame,
Be left in story scarce aught hut a name.
The thinker sat pale in his lonely cell,
> well;
J ytars,
i happy tears
Bis shapely thought thro’the world expand
Till its impress was stamp’d on the sea .and the
land;
And ha thought to himself, ’mid his vision of fame-
“ surely the world will remember my name.”
And the thinker died, and his thought went forth
To the east and the west, to the south and the
north;
igenlns rang
.wui whose brain It sprang,
the fault of the thought of
the sage
Was the slow grown produce of many an age,
Scanty bis guerdeon, scanty bis fame,
He left in story not oven s name.
tojjt’ll like my solemn
“A squar’ fight end no gougin!”
whispered the stranger, as he spit on
his hands.
“My dear sir, I am oohaumptive;I
can’t 1”
Our Young Man From Natchez,
He came np-stairs at exactly twelve
o’clock, noon, when all the staff, with
one exception, were at dinner. The
exception was a young man, living in
Natchez, here on trial as a reporter,
and he was pawing over the exchanges
and making himself at home in the
editorial room, and waiting to gather
his thoughts and write up a thrilling
aocount of a bloody dog fight in the
“bottoms.”
The “he” who oame np stairs was an
old chap jast the length of a six-foot
tape line. He had on a fur cap, his red
woolen shirt was open enough to show
abreast all covered with ridges and
sears, and the sweat was rolling down
his oheeks in rivulets. The young man
looked up with a sweet smile, and he
recognized the visitor as a gentleman
residing on the edge of a canebrake
down the river, a gentleman who
thinks nothing of swimming into a
bayou and catohing two of the biggest
alligators in it and tying their tails m a
hard knot—a gentleman who eats soup
with a bowie-knife and wipes his mouth
on the muzzle of a deringer.
“It’s a fine day.” remarked the new
(reporter, bb a siokly smile fliokered
around his ears.
The visitor felt in his pocket, pulled
out a Daily Herald, and plaoing one of
his big fingers on a marked article on
the fourth page, bo solemnly and earn-
ettly inquired:
“ Who writ her?”
“Yes—ah—less see," mused the
young man from Natchez, as he whirled
the paper around.
It was one of his first articles; it
a funny article, and the young man had
offered to bet ns that it would go the
rounds like a prairie fire running cross-
lets. It was an article about a “cross
eyed old moss-back and his freckle-nose
‘wife,” from down the river, suoking
lemons on the oouit house steps ana
wandering around town in search of a
three-legged door-plate. The
man was even then looking over the ex
changes to see if it had been re-es
tablished yet.
“ Y-e s” he said, as he looked into the
stranger's face,
“ few writ her?” asked the moss-
back.
“It wasn’t you, of course,” gasped
yenng “It was a pale-faced
man with hah and one eye gone.”
“Peelsighed the stranger, as he
unbuttoned his shirt oollar.
“I beg your pardon, sir, this article
doesn't refer to you at all. you are a
gentleman, while the other man was a
regular snipe and his wife looked like a
steamboat explosion.”
“Me an’ the old woman was thar—
come ont here!” continued the stranger,
moving the chairs back against the
walk
' “My dear sir, let me again assure
But the moss-back fastened on to his
ooat oollar. lifted him over the table,
ana what followed no knows,
When the rest of the stiff returned
from dinner, one of the young msn’s
hoots was on the lower landing, and the
air was full of hair, buttons, caper
collars, pieces of poetry and mutilated
postal currency. The young man was
lying on a table, tied up in a double-
bow knot, gasping for breath, and the
walls were full of dents, and the oeilinf
was bruised and defaoed almost beyonc
repair,
Female Kisses.
What the average man has to en
dure in the way of senseless and indis
criminate introductions that are of no
benefit to either himself or the other
man is dreadful enough, but it is noth
ing to what the poor, persecuted women
have to put np with from one another.
When man meets man, if there is a
third man along, an introdnotien fol
lows. When woman meets woman, and
the two happen to know each other,
there is osculation; and this osoulation
is generally about a thousand rimes
worse than the most unnecessary and
uncalled-for introduction. If the two
women happen to hate each other, the
smaok is louder and the accompanying
hypocrisy mnoh more demonstrative
than when the opposite feeling predom
inates. Each is disgusted, and each
despises the other jast a little more, if
that is possible. Sometimes women
meet who are really moved by reciprocal
affeorion, but even then there is a trifle
of hypocrisy in the kiss that follows,
and they undoubtedly feel that it might
just as well be omitted in the future, if
a few independent feminine spirits
would only strike out and begin the
reform. There is no reason to suppose
that the kisses of women for women are
any more agreeable than the kisses of
men for men; yet where is the Amen
can who would hesitate between c
bloody homooide and a kiss from one
of his own sex? The honest woman
who one day completely lost control
of her temper and blurted out:
“Miss Smacker, I bad rs lief you
would spit in my faoe as to kiss me—
there now I ” wes only giving vent to
an indignation built up by years of per
secution, and many of her sisters
secretly approved of the explosion. In
this matter of feminine osonlation, the
outsider—the innocent spectator—
should also be considered. Hib annoy
ance does not, as might be supposed,
arise from anything like envy. The
sight of a woman performing the osen-
latory salute when the salute is a
woman, temporarily robs all other
kisses of their flavor. If the women of
this country would only make an effort,
they oould soon be rid of the tasteless
and ridiculous sham. As we are about
to begin on a new hundred years, there
oonld be no more appropriate time than
now to begin the agitation for its
abolishment.—Courier-Journal,
The Honest Galley Slave.—An
old man died near Paris the other day
who was known as the “honest galley
slave.” When he was twenty-six years
of age he fell in love with a young girl,
and as her father refused his oonsent to
their marriage, they eloped. The
lovers were pursued and arrested on
the oomplaini of Uie inflexible father.
The young man was tried for having
abducted his beloved, she being not
yet of age, and was condemned to ten
years in the galleys. The daughter
was consigned to a semi-oonventual in
stitution. Ten years passed, and on
his discharge our hero found the cause
of his disgtaoe still faithful to him.
They were married and oame to Amer
ica. After some time they returned to j
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Poor Grimwood's Mother.
An Anton correspondent of the
Chicago Post, writing under the date of
the 25th fast, has the following: “J
was at Yorkvflle last night, ana oom-
fortabl* seated in the pleasant sanctum
of the News when the proof of the last
sad tribute to Newton & Grimwood was
handed in. Bin. Springer eoneeted it
with teen in her eyea. He had been
foreman in that offloe less than two
veers ago, and T reoollect his bright,
boyish faoe as I had seen it on the oooa-
sion of a visit at that time. It may in
terest your readers to knowhow his
mother first learned of her bow’s fate
She i2 in very frail health, and she loss
uf the balloon as well as his ascension
in it was kept carefully from her; she
bad been engaged in writing s letter to
him, asking him to oome home and oele-
brate her birthday, and tolling him how
much ahe missed his gentle, helpful
ways, and* none of the family had the
oonrage to tell her. and they even made
a pretense of posting the letter. It fell
on the oldest daughter to break the
sad news to her. She asked her to go
with her into a room alone as she had
something to show her in the paper.
The mother went without a misgiving,
It seems as if no foreboding assailed
her, and she took the paper vnth an un
trembling hand, adjusted her glasses
and read the line that was pointed ont
to her in the evening paper.
“SAD FATE OF NEWTON & OBIMWOOD.
There was darkness for a space—a
few hours of uncontrolled and unoon-
trolable anguish, and then as by the
vision of a cross it was revealed to her
that her boy was saved—not to the pains
and penalties of this life, but to the
fuller, greater existence with the re
deemed of God—and to the mother as
well as to the son the bitterness of death
was past.
This Man Ought to he a Banker.
She said she’d take a dozen of eggs,
but while the (proper was counting them
out she asked the prioe. He told her,
and she shrieked:
“Seventeen oents?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“ Why that’s outrageous 1”
“ Well, it’s hard times, and everything
is up.” "~ +
She sat down on a sugar barrel,
sighed several times, and asked if eggs
were likely to be lower or higher.
“I don’t claim to be a prophet,” he
replied, as he twisted a sheet of paper
into the shape of a fhnnel, “ bnt I dare
say that they'll be down to 16} oents in
less than a week, and perhaps go lower.
Trade, which is naturally depressed
daring July and August, is looking up
a little. Our exports of gold are now
equaled by our unports. The calling
in of bonds puts more ready money
afloat, and capitalists are muoh more
hopeful this week than last. The crops
are about ready to move, navigation
prospeots axe brighter, and public con -
fldence in financial measures is rapidly
returning. One thing moves around
another, yon see, and though, as I said
before, I am not a financier, and my
predictions are not entitled to any great
weight, it seems to me that eggs have
got to oome down. A great ourrent of
eggs is setting toward this point from a
dozen different directions, and even if
the calling in of bonds and the sale of
surplus gold don’t produce lower prices,
I cannot see why figures should go up.”
She reached into the piekle barrel,
nipped a cucumber, ana went away
wondering why her husband never
knew anything. —Detroit Free Frets.
•doggish, and inactive, but woke
it were, wbenwarmed. H
vma the secret of the disease:
Prof. Bins whose
that
The Hay Fever.
Hay fever, if not a malady of the
most serioas character, is nevertheless
an unpleasant one, and in the interest
of those who are liable to it, a discovery
which two continental professors appear
to have made between them eannotbe
too generally known. The victims of
this carious epidemie can never venture
into the sunshine or get heated by exer-
y . cise between about the middle of May
France n* *holr native I and the end of June without an attack
land. He such a worthy use of of annezin'?. inflammation oi the
the fortune he had honorably won in
this oountry that he was always called
the friend of the unfortunate. Three
thousand persons followed his remains
to the grave.
-Ex-Empress Eugene is instituting
law suits in France to get back some of
the property which Napoleon HL
oouldn’t take with him out of the coun
try when he left Sedan. If not all, it is
likely she will manage to
nose, severe headache, and general de
pression—in short, all the symptoms of
a most distressing oold. Prof. Helm-
holts observes that the malady was in
variably characterized by the presenoe
of very minute infusoria, not unlike the
queer little creatures that we sometimes
see in rain-water butts, only much
smaller. These he found sticking most
tenaciously in the lower cavities and
xeoessee of the nose, mid henotioed that
at low temperatures they
pfosoria
and o' this fact
self in his treatment of hay fever, hm
whtoh he himself bed, bSx aVSW?to
eolation ef sulphite of nsitm and.
lying flat on hfi baok, with hie head
down, he poured a little of it into each
nostril, and found instant relief. The
remedy is a cheap and simnle oUc, and
ought to prove very valuable to those
whom this queer affuwtivii deprives of
iinif the pleasure the? fee} in a country
wa^k at this delightful season of the
year.
‘ ————- ,
A Mutual Bubfsxsb.-A Melbourne
widower with something of a family and
a goodly bank aocount advertised for a
wife over a fictitious signature, Several
answers were reoeived, among which was
one that particularly pleased him. The
ohirography was delicate and graoeful,
the language chaste, and the signature,
like his own, fiotitious. After a brief
and mutually agreeable correspondent
a time and plaoe wen agreed upon for
meeting. At the appointed hour the
gentleman was waiting in a private
parlor at a certain fashionable hotel,
and shortly afterward > lady entered,
thickly veiled. She oame in trembling,
and did not venture to leok up until the
voice of the gentleman, in respeotful
greeting, fell upon the ear, at whioh ahe
started convulsively, railed her eyes to
the faoe of her swam, and then uttered
s suppressed cry—a cry tbe tone of
whioh struck upon the gentleman’s ear
with a sound not unfamiliar. He lifted
the veil and looked upon the aaered
faoe of bis own daughter, whom he had
supposed industriously pursuing her
studies at a school in a town some dis-
tanoa westward from Melbourne. The
young lady has since been installed as
housekeeper in the paternal mansion,
and her papa is not likely to advertise
for a wife again until the daughter is
married.
Trades or tne rare.*
Half a century ago bellows-making
was a thriving trade. Every house bad
its pair of bellows, and in every well*
furnished mansion there was a pair
hung by the side of every fireplace.
But as stoves and grates took the plaoe
of open fireplaces, and as ooal was sub
stituted for wood, the demand for bel
lows diminished, and the business, as a
separate trade, died ont. The same is
true of flint-outting. Flints were onoe
neoessary for tinder-boxes, and a tinder-
box was as necessary for every house as
a gridiron or a skillet. Every one who
looks baek to a childhood of forty odd
years ago must remember the oold
winter mornings, when the persistent
craok of the flint against the steel sent
up from the kitchen an odor of igniting
tinder and sulphur whioh pexvaded the
house. Then again are gone the pin-
makers, who, though they have been in
their graves this quarter of a century,
still figure in leetures and essays, to
illustrate the advantages of the division
of labor. Instead of a pin taking a
dozen men or more to cut, grind, point
head, polish, and what not, as it used
to do, pins arenow made by neat little
machines at the rate of three hundred a
minnte, of which machines a single
child tends to half a dozen. Nail-mak
ing at the forge is another lost industry.
Time was—and that in this nineteenth
century—when every nail was made on
the anvil. Now, from one hundred to
one thousand nails per minute are
made by machines. The nailer who
works at the forge has but a bad obanoe
of competing with such antagonists,
and he would have no ehanoe at all
were it not that his nails are ten-fold
tougher than the former.
Bay rum is a usetnl. sgrsesbl*
inexpensive application to the soalp.
Everybody should use it, so we will
give a formula for making it as good as
can be purchased anywhere, and at a
small oost: Take oil of bay, ton fluid
drachms; ofl of pimento, one fluid
drachm; aoetie ether, two fluid ounces;
aloohol, throe gallons; water, two and
one-half gallons. Mix, and in two
weeks filter it carefully, when you will
have a superior article of bayrui
ter than can be purchased at an*
ggint prioe, already prepared.