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But first of the blwiflgi kind Fortune #Ah
her, • •* * •
IfWt* la tho city •! cVnitry aliMc.
that ahlili ahe long* ti t «Tirt infiA* fri|¥t*A
TRilUCI, ally riwi.tit Jb at^it'C pn,lr-
t.-cl, tt« w>)l!-»ri1«r«d cioaot,
Nj|, atfy Mtfi, her Joy anil hdryridn.
Tha nontt 1*1 tV lie fwVrwt farm *ai into. collar,
Woll llyhtrd, troll alrcvl, with cold water and
Ai^ rat, to the oyo of the fottilfiln* dweller,
K iok-alVTa U if tt hare-nm
.Rowoft aliatea rent lib* a dove that It wrnrfli'd,
How of^alic li»a aocretl' irruml'li'd and alahed,
Mt.-atiao aha 'Mr fmf, Miifi with all *it* «uo-
rounded, •
The Hit, airy olnret, liar Joy and'hrr pride!
The roomy, clean rViecf, Hia writ-ordered eloaet,
The Id,, airy ckawt. her < v and lejr ytV'".
V,-odliii»*inda, ntho torn would have layuc l» an
F den,
JVr’y.ai and your (e« an or itrr dht *> a wholr*
To road tu, to write In, to aleyl' lji, t-i teed In,^
Kor,pt not the cloaofa an di’Al ft, the atiul; '
But tinllit fTiain m remera, In «K»>k* and Id oran-
ntoa.
Wherever a dead may liarlmr dV hide. ‘
And alvatoyoUr Mary* you! Rata* and your Ao-
nlea
The t,t, ( *lry rloeeta, their Joy and their pride—
The e any, i Iran alonai, tha wahiorila**' I <(!*■■ te,
Tha !>!,, alcjr oioegi a their J || and Uielr nyd*.
A MINIS
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I wit*: engaged til iim Molvulti,
•tnl I thought uivjelf tlhp liji Kia at nmn
living. Angplqi/i wa« bo liniiiWmo tlayat
nii stryngyr ever saw tier Viiiiont ex-
jirtiKsiiiR mlmlrhnuil, dfM"«i# did not
wrnry of Hid film' (Ulnr years of familiar
ity wilU it. Him ina vtoU iffi'd, uccofn-
plishod. lunl a gioaj heiress. I liml ran-
•mi tu buluiri) that hjjo wiib yory fund of
tut'. No mini coulii lie more entirely
oonteni flmn T wmt n» t Fntill'rd Itfttdf in
the Hmt-cliiBK (‘iirTiftrrtt Whiaili took Dto
from (llnBRnw into tint country to fclio
thIo of Onnt, wliuro 1 waB to jiVru.-la n
few S»l)i»OlllB. 1? , n) |
Tito pulpit wbb ynrant, and1 wtut go*
ing to try my wings’ Wtili wy* pcimn-
inry proHpocta i Hcar^M^. fhoupdit 1
should ram fn firrrpt a rnll to the Milo
of OfiMx, Itrft T' hint no ohjiiotaoh to fill
ing its pul|iit for a few wtK^kv, uspnrinlly
as Anguliuu lnui gunc tu th" Wost roist,
and Uluegow wa« wurui uui( atod'y and
ajatpid.
Cnsuiil rrmrmlirnnros of elognnt par*
soimgcs built in yiiorn Amir's sfylt 1 [ of
a study whom Uu'fuoUuU* yvrru sot ton ml
by I’tirsiun rug-), ag|l the. 'doors dniinil
with jMirtiorns of 'vodrrt; rbnit's mid n
dusk carved richly us some old coufos-
aionnl, flitted tfiftmgh fhjr mnifl. And
1 thought itlso <>r'n '^fiWf.isprtisd With
silver uijjyeAf ^dgnn, with n lady at its
1t«4d fjM rtSAttWiiB a tjuian;- aU^I
bftwthed a MxuHtniA'tigltaa 1 swplituad
from my day-dream to u knowledge that
tlie words " Vain of Oruix ” wore in ing
ahoiftod on lliu plutloiie. and thni tho
tyaiu wu* coming to a stundslill.
I seized my travebfig'fiKg'frbm tlio
rack overhead and hurvtvd out t.f ihe
carriage. The poftHrs hail jutt ] >ti H< il
Tour or live trniiks on the |ilailoi'u>. Two
old wagons sUs'd m t|iu ix>ad, \>ut) tlrivcn
by an old woman in a i.igi-ljonuct tha
other liy ja yjd-hairod boy, with Imr*
foot; aud ji.^nrer,!kmiel^-ljiwml ljorse,
nttucliod to a queerer old gig, \'vu,s Htuud-
ing at a little JiHlanee. A yon fig man
iu a light summer suit, nibd a city fam
ily, liont on rurul )ia]i|iinesH, wem my
companions on tite pUlfonn.
Tho former put his trunk intc the
first wagon, kism d tho old wpuvm in
the snuljotmot, took the reins and drove
away. lie was evidently the soli of the
family' e'omo hortio to spend his vaca
tion. Tho roAt of tiio trunks nnd tho
city family, mother, father, littll Itoy,
nursemaid nnd baby, were put into the
wagon driven by the boy. When the
train moved away I was left alone on tlio
platiurm—ritloiio but for tho statioli mas
ter^ who. jiid gpoii a bench smoking n
chiy »>tott.
In omul, int, more tiicoflieml, without
looking at mo, made tlio rcmiirk : “'Hea-
oou Htevt-nson' has come foh (lie new
minister. lie's over in the liofpt, and
will be liack in a minute,” •
“ Thank you.” said I.
Tito stutiun master took no notico of
mo, but, lutviug climbed upon ft stool
Alpl undo, si one chtuigp-s in a time regis
ter; ojj thejwaji of tliu station, locked the
door, put the key in his pocket and
sauntered away do#n the rail toad.
I took his )ilaeo npon the tieniii and
waited. In a few minutes a prim little
old gentleman ujipuaml upon tluj top of
the hill, oarryiug iu one hand a tin can,
in tlio other a tin pail, and under either
arjn a brown-paper parcel. I knew at
a glanoe that it was Stevennon.
“Are you Mr. Maetaggert ? ” lie iu-
tpmrpil milijly,'' as ho upproachtjd. “ I
want to know ! T hadn’t ally expecta
tion of being kopfc so long, but you sco
it saves the women folks trouble to fetch
tilings over when I drivo down. I’ll
jest hang Uu.vau of paraffine ilo on l)c-
hind, bmuu folks dislike tho ismefl—
niavi-j yon do. Tlio sugar-loaf tea and
coffee call go'under tlie seat just as well
os net. How’s yitnr health, sir, and
how do yfm like Vide of Oruix,? ”
. . I answered tlijit my health wis good,
and tlnitjj 1, mgr not, as yot, seen much of
. Tale of Cghix, : ’
, “ No, you haven’t," saiit tho did g<*n-
tltjmau. ‘' Well,. y°u’U drive [through
it npiw.” And ho sjiook the rifuiH, and
tlio old horso began to stiuplile along,
f '^Bnd OIKWfdlTpVfr past ; cerUui rows of
• lirrok houses, vuiy much l|ko * each
other, and with, tho same floweVs in
their front gardens, until, having passed
the church, we came to cno happily set
about by old oak trees, before the gato
of,which he dre w up.
A girl stood at the gate—a fair girl iu
a blue nnidlw dnVte and apron.
" Taka tlutaigtt, Story, befol*it get*
uj>»4," (iald tbk dtocon. “Thia is Mr.
Maetaggert, that’s to preach for us,
Mr. Maetaggert, this is my daughter
Mary.”
We bowed anil she vanished with the
parcels.
• 1 What a lovely little creature I" said
I to myself. “ Nothing like Angelina,
but so pretty I” ..Aud I found myself
thinking of her as I washed my hands
and my hair in tho bluo‘wnlled bed
room on the second floor, with white-
fringed counterpanes and curtains, and
two black silhouettes ever the mantel
piece, on either aide of the ohina vases
f, roses,
There wero only four of us at the ta
in—the deacon, his wife, a stout lady
who never said more than she could
help, and Mary, flho had spent the laat
winter in Glasgow, and wo talked atxsit
nil sli" lia<l seen. Rho was self-possessed
without I>eingforward, aud oh, so pretty I
Now, Angelina was splendid and quoon-
ly, so this was mild prainothat she could
not have objected to, only I said it very
often. I preached oil tho next Sunday.
It was settled that I should spend tlie
summer there, f wrote tills to Ange
lina:
Since you rannot be with me it does
not matter where I am—thia stupid
place as well as any other. Address to
the care of Deacon Stevenson. I shall
remain with him wliilo I preach here.”
Jt was a pleasant summer, despite the
dullness of the place. How gtiod tho
pmmt old deacon was when one rcnlly
knew him 1 How motherly was Mrs,
Steveusou I As fof' Mary, sho grew
sweeter every day 1 1 of^on wondered
what Angelina would have said ooifld
she have seen me helping her to plrk
biiiejcberrics, to find tho runawny eow,
to iwy homo tho milk (vail, driving her
over to the country grocery and return
ing with a freight of groocrien—Angeli
na, who knew nothing of domeatio de
tails, tuul whoso mouogrammod anil
perfumed notes were often briAiglit to
me from tlie offioe in cons|mny with the
paraffine can. I wrote my sermons at
one entl of tho round table while Mary
sat ut the other, sewing. Now and then
a lug bug would fly into tho window and
go humming about onr bends, or n moth
wotiM try to sings its wings over tho
jphimuoy, and 1 would drive it out, Tho
old people would go to bed after a while,
ufid tlieii Mary Hnd I would And onr-
selves hungry, and she would go into
tlie kitchen to find “something good.”
I always held tho light for her; When
something good wan found »»<ato it in
the I nick porch, sitting side by .aids on
tlie step, like two children.
She was Jolike a child, thatlittle Mary,
Unit it Aumiujid no harm to ask her to
kiss me gtssl-night, or to bold hor hand
IU' InlVie, ns it rested on mvvun. in pur
vfkH borne from ] Run-,
dav'evenings.
1 Tne ' Summer paused ; Octotrcr came.
Artgelintr returned to tlie oity ami Wrote
to me. it Was while we were eating
peaches and cream in the back porch
that evening that I aaid to Mary,
will toll you a secret, if you, will kuep it
for a while, Mary.”
“pii, of course, I will, Mr. Ma^tag-
K'rb"
“lam^olngto bn married thit au
tumn, Mary,” I said. “Tlioso pretty
filters y<m always thought came from
my sister kre from the lady who is to
marry me. She is very beautiful, very
rich, very stylish, but very kind. Ton
must ex into aud see us, Mary, whan wo
are married. I shall tell Angelina Unw
good you ltnvo been tome—wlint asweet
little sister I found out hero in Vale of
Cr'uix. Why, Mary—"
For, as 1 spoke, I felt tlio little baud
I held grow eold ami heavy iu militi. I
saw Iter sink backward. Tlie big china
tirrri of pcanhsa and cream slipp'd with
a crash on the ground and ahatterod to
pieooa.
I caught tlie poor ohild in my arms.
In a moment she came to hersolf, and
said slitj had overtired herself, sho
thought. They hnd been linking all
tiny, and it was warm. And now site
bade me good-night. But I did not see
her next day, nor tho next. Sho kept
iter room, hnd was not woll enough to
bid mo good-by.
Poor little Mary ! I felt very miser
able. However, Angelina mot me in
Glasgow. She was more beautiful titan
ever—more elegant iu contrast to my
simple Country friend—and very soon I
laughed at myself for the thought that
had been in my heart. Of course, I
snid it was tlio baking that had over
come Mary—it was not my news. I had
only boen to her as a friend—os a
brother. I had not mode love to her ;
above all, I hod not flirted with her.
I3ut I thought of Mary a great deal, and
I mit ied hor every hour exactly—oh,
ye. exactly—as I might a sister,
1 wrote to Mrs. Stevenson, and hor
answer was very brief.
“I haven't much time to write,” sho
said in her postscript. “ Mary is sick,
and beside being driven I’m auxjous.”
This letter was in my pocket on that
day when Angelina and I went together
to ihe liaznr for the benefit of the
Church of St. Matthew,
After we list! roamed about the bazar
and bought all sort, of knick-knacks, I
escorted Angelina to a seat, and there
sat down to wait while one of the ladies,
wlio, "on this occasion only,' 1 was doing
good,' onerous, hard work, brought us a
trav of refreshment.
As we sat there sipping our coffee, two
woman sat down at tlie next table, with
their backs toward us,
“I f*m very tired; nro not you, Mrs.
Bussell ?” And tho other answered i
“’Tos, I am tired. 1 1 don’t flunk that
it is worth tlio wliilo to conie all the
way from Vale of Cru x to Glasgow
sight soeiug.”
This was tlio voice of Stevenson’s
nearest neighbor, aud I liked lior and
respocMd her, yto’did not tod quite sure
how Angelina wahld like an introduc
tion, nod BO retrained from looking
round nnd making myself known.
“ I’d think we’d better have tea,” said
the first voice. “ It’s more refreshing
than ooffem Oh, hew is Mary to-day ?
Think of my never asking lieforo I”
“ Mary is poorly,” said Mrs. Hassell.
“Oh, Mrs, Gallon, what a pity it in that
flirting young minute/ came dAwn to
Valo of Croix. I don’t know what Mrs.
Stevenson was almut to let bin do as lie
did. Me all thought he was courting
Mary. Bhe did, poor child. She loved
him dearly, and the day before he went
away ho totd her ho was engaged to
some girl in Glasgow. I’m afraid it’s
broken her heart. She told me all
ationt it. 'Oh, Amity BussoU,' she
said, 'tknow I ought to be ashamed, but
loan't help it. , Heeoumod to like mo
so. I hope I sha'l die of this fever, for
life is nothing to me.’ Ashamed I Why,
ft's he that ought to be ashamed. Of
all things, a minister to be a eold, cruel
flirt I Aud that is what Hugh Mao-
taggert is I”
I listened, bnt I could not mot* or
■peak. I felt as though my heart waa
also breaking; and oh, the shame I
suffered I The women drank their tea
and left, and then Angelina turned to me
with a eold, saroastic smile.
‘“Iseo by your face that that little
Story is (lerfsctiy true, Mr. Maetaggert,"
aim Haiti.
" Angelina,” I faltered, "I have done
nothing that ahould givo offense ta
you.”
“ Nothing but love another woman,"
alio answered. "Love her and let her
aee it, meaning to marry me 1 Don't
think I am hurt; indeed I am relieved I
I should have kept my word to yon but
for thia, bnt not ao gladly aa I once
should. You are a very good-looking
man, but on the whole you don't anil
me. 1 met Mr. B. at Millport, and he
iloea. Fraukly, I have been thinking
what a pity it waa that 1 must decline
his offer. As for this---Mary, is it notf
—wouldn’t she make a very good minia-
ter’s wife ? "
It came to my mind that aha would—
that she waa the only wife for me; that
Angelina—splendid aa she wae—would
never have made me happy.
Uut I only said : “ Mis, Melville, if
yim desire to have your freedom, I havo
no ehoice,” ;
“ I desire it greatly," ahe answered.
“ It is yours," I said, with a bow.
After that, I think, we were both hap
pior than we had been for daya, and
shook hands when we parted.
That night I wont up to Yale ol
Cmix, and I told Mary that my mar
riage was broken off, and that ahe waa
tho only woman I had ever loved. She
tried to Htimmon np her pride and re
fuse me, bnt failed in the attempt and
let me take ber to my heart. To-day I
am (pastor of ^“^mroh at JFale qf
Oruix ; Mary is my wife, and we ore as
plain and quiet a pair as yon eohid fan
cy, 1 often help my wife pick curranta
tor ten, and have taken a turn ai the
garden when help was scarce. But I do
not envy Mr. S. hia Wife; nor pine for
tiio luxurious possibilities that I lost
with Angelina, Mary and my little
home content me.
a a RfiKt.it'n a a r in as.
A pound of pluck ia worth a ton of'
luck.
I love to believe that no heroio sacrifice
is over loat.
Liberty can be safQ only when suffrage
is illuminated by .education.
Tho granite hills nro not so changeless
aud abiding us tho restless sea.
Great ideas travel slowly, and for a
time noiselessly, an tlie gods whose feet
were shod with wool,
Wo no longer attribute the untimoly
death of infants to the sin of Adam, but
to bad nuiniug aud ignorance.
Throughout the whole web of national
existence wo trace the golden thread ol
human progress toward a higher and
better estate.
The flowers Unit bloon over the golden
wull of party polities are the sweetest
and meet fragrant that bloom in the
gardens of this world.
Poverty is uncomfortably as I can
certify; but, nine times out of ten, tlie
best thing that can lisiqien to a young
man is to bo tossed overboard and com
pelled to sink or swim for himself.
Political parties, like poets, are bora
not made. No act of political mechan
ics, however wise, oau manufacture to
order and make a platform, and put a
party on it which will live and flourish.
After the tire and blood of the battle
field have disappeared, nowhere does
wC. show its destroying power so cer
tainly and so relentlessly as in the col
umns which represent the expenditures
of the nation.
We hold reunions, not for the dead,
for there in nothing in all the eartli ttiat
you and I eon do for the dead. Th$y
are past onr help and past our praise.
Wo can add to them no glory, we can
give thorn no immortality. They do
not need us, but forever and forever
more we need them.
I look forward with joy and hope to
the day when our brave people, one in
heart, one in their aspirations for free
dom and peace, sliall aee that tlie dark
ness through which we have traveled
was but a part of that stern but benefi
cent discipline by which the great Dis
poser of events lias been leading us on,
to a higher and nobler national life.
A noon editor—a competent newspa
per conductor—is like a general or poet
.—born, not made. A good editor sel
dom writes for his paper. He reads,
bulges, selects, dictates* niters and >om-
uiAfes, anirt&'do'all this wdll he*lfii3huft
little time for composition. To write
for a paper is one thing, to edit it 4* an
other.
VVtt jtrKMLES.
lulu trolJt Cart •f Kimy.
Hwr-tow>l.«tot»Wth~, SiiMUn*oth««,
OS* «mnr April Him—
Their winter clothe*, t u twn-Mid thta
They peck-1 them *11 *<r*r
in paper hniie tied irottni
With very rtron,**» Men**,
first freely rtohlln, tints with some
Tobacco duet and canipli >' ram,
And other mnexy thins*.
And Wins, th' lr l»hor done, they took
Their tea an 1 toaated bleed.
’• Why, where in kitty 1" acme one *ak*4.
And “I know," Lulu eaM;
“Bhe'* in niy dnllirt 1. ngewt trunk;
I bnmherl ami haah "1 h ' r :
There can’t not iny im Uus I
bat Into har n o* fur.
■h* aarwlchrd mj ftnrtei* when I pwt
Th* camphor notf about
PIT*me wime *oa»t that* buttered froo."
they left It *11 to bar. »nd flaw,
Te let poor kitty '•*»
•- Barprr't 1'oun, l‘r<,
A Coat Hurtijfn. a
•• Father, here is a problem about a
boy wao agreed to work for a termor for
a year if tlio famwt would agree K'* e
him a grain of corn the first w**k, * w0
grains tlio seoond week, four the third,
eight tho fourth, and so on, doubling
the amount every week for a year. I
wonldnw work for such wage, aa that-
Only thuik-qd gtottog a grain of otam—
jnat one grain- (ffniwholo week’s work,
and only two grains for the next week 1 ’
“Well, Henry,” sanl hia father, “that
waa a good bargain for tho boy, bat a
poor oeo for the firmer.”
“A poor one frw the farmer I Htrw
could that be f A bnabel of corn would
pay the whole year’s wages I ”
“ Hardly, I think. Let’s sec. This
problem ia in a rale called ‘ Geometrical
Progression.’ Have yon got tlint far,
Henry?"
" No, air, bnt will lie there in a couple
of Weeks. I Waa Jnst looking ahead a
littla and saw thia problem."
“ Well, let ns take a lesson in it to
night, and it will help you whdri you
get to it ill your class. Tako your
slate and pencil and begin with ), and
multiply it by 2, and that product by 3,
and so on until you have doubled it 52
times, aa there are 62 weeks in the
year.*
Henry weotrat it, thinking he would
eoou be dona, but after working for fif
teen minutes he said:
I have filled my slate and have only
got up to 30. Why, it will take a good
many grains by tho time I got through I
But there must lie a sliortor way to do
it Is there not, fatbor?” i,
“Not much shorter, bnt simple arith
metic, You aee 1 is tho first term of
the aeries, 2 tho second, 4 the third, 8
the fourth, and ao on. To find tho Inst
term, or the ftyy-socond term, you must
lying for fifty-one times,
ict will be tho munlier of
got liar the last or flfty-
aud each product all
through tho work is tlie amount received
for that week. Then, to get how much
be reoqiyxlf adtogethor, you,will have to
add theae products togother.”
“ Why, that would bo an awful job,
father. I should think they would find
out a shorter way.”
“ And so they havo, after yon have
found the lost term, and to find out tlie
last term you must go on with your
multiplying. Tako somo paper and
lead pencil, if yoqr slate is full.”
Honry went nt it again, and in ationt
fifteen minutes longer announced tlint
it was done.
“Now, to get the sum, in thia case,
all you have to do if to multiply tfio last
tfrm by 2 and subtract 1 from the
product.”
Henry performed tho operation, and
announced the result as 1,466,500,257,-
463,808 grafts.
“That ia a Mg sum, la it not?" asked
hia father, with a merry twinkle in hia
eye.
“Yea, indeed! I Wondsr how many
bushels it would make. I’ll go to the
orib in the morning and shell a quart
and oouqt the groins; then by multiply
ing that by 32 it will give, tho grains in
a bushel, and by dividing that into the
whole number of grains tho boy re
ceived. it will give the bushels.
The next morning Henry wont out to
the orib and brought in enough corn to
fill a quart measure when shelled. But
counting the. grains was a bigger job
than he imagined.
“ The quickest way, Henry,” Bftid his
father, " ia to. weigh an ounce of com,
count the grains, multiply" that by six
teen to |et the number of grains in a
pound, and that by fifty-six to get the
number of grains in a bushel.”
Henry Jumped at the suggestion, and
found tS»n»eveuty-five grains weighed
aa ounoe, aud that there were 67,200
grains in a bushel. Then dividing, he
found that fof this year’s wages the boy
would receive 21,675,494,902 bushels,
were crowded with people, and resound
ed with the noise of the passing
throngs.” The inner atarine waa sup
posed to be the residence of the goddess.
To Memphis, perhaps, came Joseph, the
gentle Jew, to 1 income the ruler of the
land. There came his brethren and the
Israelites to buy corn. Here the Jews
passed their four centuries of captivity ;
from its palaces they bore off the jewels
and gold of the Egyptians; from it,
memorable shore they set out on their
mat Mi; from tho gates of Memphis the
i itius Pharaoh followed with chariot
and horse, to |iertsh in the treacherous
sea.
Nowhere can be found more striking
incidents than are connected with thia
desolate, narrow part of the shore of
the Nile. Moses, perhaps, floated in
lus basket near by, and won hia life
with the smile of infancy, always irre
sistible. It waa the aoene of the plagues
of the terrible darkness, of the years of
plenty and tlio year* of want. It flour
ished in splendor and wealth fora period
that makes the age of most cities seem
trivial. New York ia more than 250
rs old, London about 1,900; Mem
phis flourished for more then 3,000
years. * 1 * lftH passed away, but oue of
its labor* ce^ noTer »PP*rently perish.
Cheops, one c .the Memphian Kings,
built the largest o.* ‘ he ry™»‘ d ». “ d
near it are several othe. r * ,,ot muoh lc *"
size. A pyramid wo- 1 no doul>t
royal tomb. Variona cxplnna.^ onB iav ®
lieen gfVen of the origin and pm
tlioso wonderful bnildings. Home a n l^
pose thorn intended for astronomies*
purposes; others suggest that they
were designed to mark tho dimensions
of an inch, and fix the system of com
puting distance#. Bnt history and
tradition assert that they wore the
tombs of the Mempliian Kings.—liar-
per’. Young People.
keep on m
The last pi
grains tho
seoond wetji,
and e
tejfy
«|p':
rAic
m i
That ’Is moire than has boon raised
in the wholfc 1 United States for .’km years
psat,” said his father, “and would make
the boy w irth an much aa Vanderbilt,
tho grcjit r vilroad man. ”
“I shptild think it was a good bur
gain for the boy," said Hicnry.-r-OAio
Farmer.
Memphis’ waa one of the oldest of the
world’s great oitiee. It wan built on the
hanks ol tii* Nile when all Europe was
a savage wilderness, and its inhabitants
barbarians living in hnta and caves,
'bhe great citv grew up nndnr the rule of
the Pharaohs to be a s cene of busy
trade, almost as thickly peopled as lion
don or New York. To-day • its site can
soareely be traced. But 4,000 years ago
Memphis waa a city of palaces and tern
pies. Pharaoh was lodged more s^ilon
didlv tlian Louis XIV., and Cheops pro-
wided himself with the moat magnificent
of tombs. One «£ the Memphian tern
pics is thus deambed : “ He seemed to
he in Memphis, his native city ; and, em
tering the Temple of Isis, saw it shining
with the splendor of a thousand lighted
lamps ; all the avenues of the temple
SENATORIAL ORATORS.
THE REF. 1HR. ARTHUR.
Mote Ihe Preehtrnl'e father Thumped m
Man Who Interrupted the Hervice.
I from »h*i Xaw Tort New*.]
The Into Bov. William Arthur, the
father of President Arthur, preached in
tlie Baptist Churoh in Hooeick, llcnoss-
laer county, in this Statu, for many
yoan. Ho belonged to tho denomina
tion know as “ Hard-Shell Baptist*. ”
In iiersonal appearance, he was of medi
um sizo and big-lwdiod. His walk was
noticeable, because of the fact that be
was elnb-footod. He was very lively In
disposition, and was possessed of a de
termined spirit. Anecdotes to illustrate
his character are told by person, now
living, who were his neighltora when he
was living at Hoosick. On one occasion
he was the central figure of an exciting
wrangle between rival Baptist organiza
tions in tlie town of North Pownal, in
Bennington oounty, Vt. For many
yeura tho town had twosectaof Baptists,
one known as the Hord-Hliells aud the
other m the Seventh-Day Baptist, or
Sabbatarian,. 'Neither sect prospered
as woll as tho elders thought they
bught, and it was finally agreed by
them that the two bodies should unite
aud work in itajinony with tlio Baptist
cause. A cliurii'b was built in
common by the ^ wo accto, and
written articles wore sip'nd where
by each sect agreed fo UBe ** 10
building every alternate Sunday" * or r0 "
ligions services. It was also stipulu
that if either seet failed to worship in
the church on the Sunday set apart fat
it, tha church property should revert
entirely to the other seat.
A FANOTPnn story has lieen told of the
killing of Gen. Garfield’s horse at Oliick-
amauga. Tho true story as related by
Gen. Garfield ia thua told by the Cincin
nati Commercial: “He said he waa
writing, sitting on the ground wliqre
there wns a depression such that the
flight of shot was overhead. Hia horse
was belli by an orderly, when a round
ennnon hall came olose to the group,
and, Btrikiug another horso fall in the
breast, killed him instantly. Geu. Gar
field said he looked up, hearing the
thud, and saw that his horse was frantio
with fright. He had seen the terrible
death of tho other horse and hud abundant
senso to lie scared. Garfield got up and
htopped beside his horse, speaking to
him kindly and patting him with his
hand, sootliing and roaasuring the ani
mal, which at once became calm and
manifested hia gratitude. Tlie liorse,
Garfield said, as much as said to him :
• Old fellow, this doesn’t look well to
me, but I have confidence in you that it
ia all right.’ The horse was not hurl”
A most unflattering view of New York
is taken editorially by the Philadelphia
Timee, which avers that even New York
ers “are beginning to recognize that
Manhattan island is tho poorest apology
for a great oity to be seen in the civil
ized world.” From the same source it
ia learned that there is not “ among the
races of men a more squalid, ignoble,
uninviting stretch of indigence and in
dustry than the water fronts of Manhat
tan island, from Spuyton Duyvil to the
Battery, on both rivers." As for our
architecture, with the exception of a few
residence streets, it is “ more repulsive
than the Ghettos of the old German
cities, Broadway itself does not com
pare with huudreds of streetu in Lou
don, Paris, Vienna, or Berlin. Its irreg
ular altitudes, its piebald buildings and
tasteless architecture leave a stranger
iu doubt whether he is in the capital of
Morocco or tho ruined cities of the
plain. ”
Thb wealthiest Georgia negro, Henry
Todd, gained his start toward fortune
by owning slaves. He was onoo a slave
himself, and his freedom was given to
him liy his mouter; but he quickly over
came any scruples which he may have
entertained, and, at the outbreak of the
war, owned twenty men.
DoeoHjpUou of 1.ho MUhodo of Some of
Our IHetinpuieheA Seumlore.
[Front tha Waablaston Republican.)
David Daria, perhaps, more than any
other Senator, indulges in mannscript,
preparing even a five-minute speech
with great care. This is hia inflexible
rale, aa it has been since he entered
pntilio life. After he delivers hie speech
cs, or rather after he reads them, he
hands hia mannscript to Mr. Murphj,
the Senate stenographer, who sends it
to the Government Printing Office. Tlie
oompositors never havo any anatheimr
for the Judge’s writing, which is large,
distinct and fall of character.
Edmunds never uses notes, and once
a speech ia out of hia mouth he doesn’t
bother hia head about it. Daring all the
years he has been in the Senate he has
not revised a single speech. He turns
everything in hia mind beforehand, and
never rises to address the Senate with
out having weighed in the scales of his
great mind what he intends saying.
Ben Hill trill apeak for three hours
without using a sorap of paper. The
only preparation ho make* is marking
references or passages in this book or
that. I have seen him time and again
thunder away for two hours without
stopping eveu for * glass of water. He
Devises his speeches, however, makes
additions and correction, in n clear
hand, mnob like that of n college boy,
and gives the printers little trouble with
hi, proof. Hill has an astounding mem
ory, and no man in publio life, exoept
Edmunds, lias such imperturbability.
The only nnwi who conld well worry Hill
or hia wrath in dohato was the late
Matt Ca. r P° n l 6r ’ How it tiokled Car
penter to put (tom*'’ adroit question to tiie
Georgian and get hk’ 1 confused—a hard
thing to do at any time —but Carpenter
often succeeded. And it WM more the
result of an irresistible pro,density for
fun than anything else, for ne^cf was
man who hod less malioe than Matt Car
penter. He had a heart aa big an a
mountain. Ho was exceedingly ixwtio-
ular about his speechos when they were
upon legal questions. After he got the
proof from tho foreman of tho Record
he would hack it to pieces, send the cor
rected proof back, get a second, aad
tseat it in like manner. His writing wits
characteristic, hard to read—a rollick
ing, harum-scarum sort of a fist—and a
study to the printers. Ho used to say :
“The shortest road is the best road
when you are in a hurry," and, though
he could write a fine, full, rouud hand,
he dashed off everything at lightning
speed.
THB MITLK-WMAVKKM AND THB
MAJOR.
Mnj. Hanger, who is known in mili
tary slang as a “bantam," wae return
ing one day from Bismarck to Fort Lin-
<v>ln, and the ambulonoe in which he
was riding waa delayed by a team and
wagon driven by one of the class known
os mule-whackers. The driver of the
ambulance and the muje-wbacknr got
into a wordy alternation, and Maj. Han
ger got very indignant at what ho lie-
lieved to be impertinent language and
unwarranted interference in bis journey.
He jumped from the ambulance, a Tom
Thumb in size, but a Goliath in fury,
and exolaimed:
“Get that wagon ont of the way."
The mule-whacker looked at him
quizzically and asked :
“Who the devil are you ?"
I am Maj. Sanger, of the army, sir,
and Iw. An * 7 on to get that wagon out of
the way.”
The mul#-w.''* cker e 3 octod ■ mouthful
of tobacco into thS “marked :
you know 1 wU1 do wlth
,o„, —aj. Sanger, of *> ^ i
you don’t make less noise Wlt * 1 7 onr
mouth?”
“What will you do?” inquire. d th0
Major, looking aa large and fierce 88
possible.
“ I’ll set a mouse-trap and catch you,
Maj. Sanger, of the army, sir, and givo
you to my puppy to play with.”
A monbVBr steel hammer, the largest
in the world, was recently put in opera
tion in the Black Diamond steel worln',
at Pittsburgh. Tlie hammer weight
seventeen tons,while the anvil-block un
der it weighs 160 tons. With a full head
of ateam it will strike a blow of ninety
tons, bnt, aa this tremendous weight i,
not always necessary in hammering, it
can be made to strike as light as de
sired. It has a thirty-eight-inch cylin
der and nine-foot stroke. The ponder
ous blows make the earth quake for a
radius of nearly 200 yards. The Blaok
Diamond works are now operating twen
ty-six hammers, which weigh from 200
pounds up to seventeen tons. The big
lammer is for forging steamboat shafts
anil other heavy work, which has here
tofore been done in the East or Europe.
PLEA SAXTRIES.
Qttakxr doctrine la pure thee-ory.
The father of the cereals is Pop Germ.
Do as the Romans do—if you would
not be done by the Romans. *
Corners on grain follow wheat
through weevil report aa well as good.
The billiaid player is not an imilMov.
He takes the cue from no man. He tAtfi
it from the rack.
Wht cannot a pantomimist tickle nine
auditors at onoe ? Because he must ges
ticulate (just tickle eight).
Chinese barbers shave without lather.
This remind, us that our schoolmaster
used to lather without shaving.
It was very ungallant in the old bach
elor, who waa told that a certain lady
“ had one foot in the grave," to ask if
there “wasn’t room for both feet.’
It’s funny that a man can’t wear a
plaster without feeling more or lee*
■took np. Poor, proud flesh, that not
e»en a mustard planter can humble 1
Tale about the facial expreaaion of
great actors 1 Did you ever see a ammll
lioy with hia mouth filled with plug to-
banco for the first time?
It ia a pitiful thing to hear a yonng
lady say something tastes like must*che
cosmetic, and then change ivdoT and try
to look unconcerned and indifferent.
“ If you grasp a rattleen. vko firmly
aliout tho nock he ca.unot hurt yon,
says a Western paper. But keeping
aliont a block ahead of the snake ia •
better scheme.
If it makes a white woman bewitching
to stick a piece of blacl »ourti'lasto.' on
her face, why wouldn’t a piece o» white
omirtplastcr make a black woman »j,T?efcr
positively chnrmiug ?
A Connecticut woman has given her
son a large oomforter made of hair cat.
from her own head during ten yean.
Thia is much better than allowing the
hair to get wasted and lost in the hash
every morning.
“ Mr (madders,” said a waggish eol-
orOv? man to a crowd, “ in all it fiction,
in all oil your troubles, dar ia one Dlaoe
you can ai way.* find sympathy.” “Wharf
Wliar?" shoutoi? ooveral. "In do dic
tionary," he repeat' ®d, rolling hia oyaa
skyward.
“I remember,’’ mili Brewer, “ I re-
memlier two yonng men w ho used to
board at my house—they at e both dead
now." The crowd broko inti 1 • mean
ing smile, aud Brewer woL’davod why
they didn’t wait for tho fuunv port of
the atory to come.
A Leadville man In one week *’** *t-
' tacked and scratched by a catamovint,
hurt by an explosion, hail a bowlder lull
down on him and stave in two ribs, an>d
waa kicked by a mule. And a local edi
tor remarked that he had “been some
what annoyed by circumstances lately."
A touno man, whoso mustache ia,
like faith, “tho evidence of thing*
hoped for, the substance nt things nod
yet r»cn,” called on hia prospective
father-in-law, and gave notico that ha
intended marrying tho old gentleman’*
daughter at an oarly date. "-H had
better take place on some Saturday, ao
that it will not interfere with your
school hours," sarcastically remarked
tlie old ^^ —
recent
#■
"Do
you, Maj,
Mrh. Florence, the actress, says that
sho talked with the Priuoess of Wales
in the box of a London theater, and
found her charming in maimers and per
son. Her voice is soft and extremely
musical, and a slight German accent
makes her speech all the more pleasing.
Mrs. Florence pronounces Lady Lons
dale and Lady Mandeville among the
first of English beauties, and says of
Mrs. Langtry: “ She ia not strictly
beautiful. She has a fait; skin and large,
round, dark eyes, which she uses very
expressively, and with all the art of a
professional actress, in conversation.
The naturul color of her hair is client,
nut, but she is os ofton seen with light
or reddish frizzes as with those of the
color bestowed by nature. These arti
ficial adjuncts enhance the effect of her
really fine eyes.”
The editor of a Virginia newspaper
was asked by a stranger if it was pos
sible that little town kept up fonr news
papers, and the reply was, “No, it taken
four newspaper* to keep up the town.'
The London Telegraph, of
date, says : Thirty tons of human hone,
have just been landed at Bristol from
Turkey. Picked up In tha immediate
neighborhood of Plevna, earted thence
to Bodosto, they now go to enrich En
glish soil. To those who do not give to
suoh a matter much consideration, ii
may be well to mention that thirty tone
of lionea mean the skeletons of 30,0001
man. They do not include^ probably,
many stones or pieces of wood, but in
All likelihood are the actual hones of the
gallant men who, from the inside and
the outside of tlie wonderful earthworks
v 'hich Osman Pasha made, fought aa
hara 88 tko 7 could for tho nations to
which tL?y belonged. The battles of
September, 1977, alone contributed
nearly all thia number of skeletons ; but
there wero other terrible flglila in July
and August, and, again, when the place
surrendered. Each contest furnished
its quota of bones, and of these a large
proportion now oomes to England. It
is appa.'ling to think what was the
actual loss of human life in the
space between the Danube and the
JSgean. But one thing is certain ; the
thirty ton# of skeletons landed at Bristol
do not at all adequately represent
slaughter that took place.
the
The completed totals of ihe census,
lor all India, which w.as taken in Febru
ary, have now been published. They are
as follows: Bengal, 68,829,920; Assam,
4,816,157; Madras, 30,839,18!/ Bombay,
20,920,119; Scinde, 2,504,934; North
west Provinces, 33,445,111; Oude, 11,-
407,625; Punjab, 22,647,642; Central
Provinces, 11,505,149; Berar, 2,670,982;;
Burmah, 3,707,647; Mysore, 4,186,399;
Coorg, 178,283; Ajmere, 453,075; Bar-
oda, 2,164,469; Travancore, 2,401,158;
and Cochin, 600,278. The grand total
for all India is 252,641,21.0, of whom, ap
proximately, 123,211,827 are males and
1.18,166,871 females. The increase since
the last census appears to bo 12,788,565.
The experiments oi the last four year#
in the manufacture of silks at Patera
son, N, J., have demonstrated that
Amerioan goods are far more durable
than those produced by the French or
Swiss. Our manufacturers confess that
they have not been able so far to com
pete with their rivals at Lyons and St.
Etienne in broche, brocade and satina
of the finest class, in which skilled
workmanship enter rather than the
qnality of dyei or the durability of ma
terial ; but in plain goods for ordinary
wear tho American p.oductious are now
for superior to the foreign.
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