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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 •66 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 ~ tn 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.