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[■Written for The Sunny South.! VARIAN The Story of an Orphan Girl. BY MARY PATTON HUDSON. “ Miss Westbrook, you -will go with ns to the moated grange next week. There will be our party from the Hall, and a dozen of couples from C . There will be lawn games, and moonlight sails, and dancing, and everything delightful.” “No, M iss Hailey, 1 cannot go; I am really needed at home. And beside. I do not think I am quite well, and would be but a sorry com panion." But Aunt Priscilla, who somehow’ felt a little awed by the change in Varrey’s demeanor since her return from (’ , and the wonderful cos tumes that she felt anxious should not remain unseen, demurred at once to the refusal, and in sisted that she needed change, and must go.; and while Yarrey was gone from the room a mo ment, added, confidentially, to Miss Hailey, that things were different here to Yarrey, and they did not wish her to droop. They looked upon her more as a visitor, now, than anything else; although she entered as usual into the old routine of duties, and the real work was chiefly’ given over to Winnie—a buxom lassie, whose chief delight was watching the dextrous turns of the little brown bands, as they tried the loaves of cake and bread, or the prints of golden butter. There was really no further excuse that Yarrey could give, and Mildred was in a flow of delight, remembering Raphael's parting words. Yarrey read the list of names, and saw that Carleton King was not of the number, and this fact withdrew the strongest objection she could have to being one of the party. With listless heart and bands, she went about the things that must be done in preparation for the little jour ney. As usual, she was assigned to Mr. Lane, who seemed as full of happiness as the wild birds that sang upon the tree boughs. Driving through the hazy glory of the old grange wood, where wild laburnums waved their yellow plumes, and the air was rife with wood land scent, a strangely regretful feeling came over Yarrey’s mood, and she wished an hundred times that she bad not been tempted into join ing this festive throng, so widely at variance with her own heart-misery and hopeless love. Where had the girl been taught such wonderful tact and self-possession that made her hideaway her real self and become, if not bright and happy appearing, yet a calm and placidly engaging woman, that, together with her marvellous beau ty, wrought constant mischief in the hearts of men? Had the world been under her feet, she could scarcely have been cooler or grander in They stood by the bedside of the sufferer,who smiled and laid a hand caressingly on each, and then her brow was darkened by a memory that had a pang. “Oh! Varian !” she said, pathetically, “why would yon not tell me your troubles, dear? I would have rejoiced to help yon.” Athalie endeavored to draw her attention to take a composing draught, hut Carleton mo tioned her away, and Mrs. Westbrook contin ued: “If your lover was in distress, I would have done what vou asked. which compelled the driver to come out with one horse, the other having been foundered or otherwise disabled, and I could only he taught by a month’s experience and observation that the use of shafts was almost unknown. It is always interesting to the traveler to ob serve the peculiarities in the customs of the la- trem, which weighed 58 ounces, though the boring classes. In fact we may almost discover in the apparel of people the nature of the gov ernment under which they live. The peasants whom we encountered by the way-side, were uni formly dressed in what was doubtless the cos tumes of their fathers centuries ago. The charac- lated here. Many of the great statesmen and | spruce and cedar, and the hearth is white and scholars of the world have had brains much j sweet with a polish of blue clay, given instead above the average weight. Appleton’s Cyclo- i of modern paint; and the scent of the cedar pedia gives the weight of Daniel Webster's and j contrasts strangely, but not unpleasantly, with the first Napoleon's brains as “an ounce or two the atmosphere astir of tender roses and new- mown hay. The great, sleepy-looking sofa of respectable mohair, would woo our dreaming senses to an evening nap hut for the manv tbiugs not yet recorded. A table, all legs anil dignity, holds the family's cherished librarv of dm : * n t ... _ less than that of the French surgeon Dupuy- weiglit of Webster’s brain was stated shortly af ter his death as high as 83 ounces. Cuvier, the great French naturalist, bad, according to Ap pleton’s Cyclopedia, “between 59 and CO < Bible, Pilgrim’s Progress, Lorenzo Dow, and ounces” of brain, but the weight has been placed volume of sermons by a favorite leader of their by another authority as high as 04.1 ounces, i chosen church. There is a conch-shell behind She paused, as if verv wearv, while the rose- 1 teristic garmetof the men was the wide-legged i Prof. Abercrombie is said to have possessed 09 the door, that is decorously always in place, to - - - — ' ■ - ..... trousers, and of the women, the white kerchief j ounces. All these made their mark in the world’s , do the honor of weight to keep the door ajar, ’ j j . >--.a —,i r.i-;— 1 history. Itnloff, the murderer, who was hanged i and the walls are decorated with paintings of at Binghamton, New York, in the spring of 1871, [the family patriarchs and mothers, long since had 59 ounces of brain. He is represented to gone to the laml of the hereafter. The fathers have been a man of more than ordinary intelli- all appear to have shrunk away from their gence,and shortly before his execution, appealed clothes, and grown diminutive and exceedingly to the Governor for clemency on the ground sober; while their “ partners ’’ have that pecul- red flush came over Yarrey’s face, and the lumi nous eyes were full of strange bewilderment; hut she thought her step-mother wandered, and her face said as much to Carleton King, who answered it coolly, by saying: “No; she is perfectly clear, and wants an ex planation of jour strauge withdrawal from Windsor Square.” And then, only half understanding, she said slowlj’, with calm articulation: “Dear mother, you mistake: I have never had a lover. I went away for Athalie’s sake, and she will tell you why.” And Carleton King understood, and repeated the facts to Mrs. Westbrook. Athalie was gone, and the trio were left alone. “Oh! Yarrey, my darling! I might have known that vou were trup.” he said, as he held hound around the head and falling upon the shoulders, and the angular red apron. They were uniformly polite and always saluted us with what 1 was told was some pious ejaculation, commending ns to the protection of the Al- miohtv or the Virgin, or some of the saints. was driving a flock of geese cry out “gooska ! gooska!” thus pronounced, though written in the Sclavonian language “quska,” meaning in our language, goose. This was the only word I heard which bore any resemblance to any in our langurge, and both the sound and signifi cation of this being the same, we must hare de rived it directly, or through the mediuih of an with the idea, urging that the service of his great learning would render to science ought to induce the Governor to respite his sentence of death to one of imprisonment. The Governor did not heed these appeals, and Itnloff was hanged. About all the world knows of him is, John and Dick.” Upon the afore-mentioned table, reposes a large, round straw basket, lined , with some scarlet stuff goods, beside the “ li- ; brary,” filled with “types” all the past and j present generations of kinspeople. There is Nancy Crockett, natural as life, taken on the that he committed a murder, and was hanged same plate with Mirandy Brown, strapped, as his two hands to her. "Forgive me ! ’’ and he ! other language from the Sclavonian. However drew her closely to his breast. j this may he. it is a curious coincidence. The eyes of the dying woman turned npon them j About night-fall we arrived at the shore of the luminous with kindness and restored eonti- 1 Sa^e, whence our road followed the windings of dence. j the river, over the high bluffs through which for it, and that he had 59 ounces of brain. they should be, to the hack of their chairs, rnain- James Fisk, of New York, whose singular ca- i taining through all time the ominous dignity of reer was ended by the bullet of an assassin, four i the family style, or five years ago, possessed 58 ounces of brain. In his case it was clearly demonstrated that the Whose sweet?” “Bofe of us,” involunta rily occurs to our mind. Then good, one-eyed jnality and not the quantity” determines in- 1 cousin Timothy, sitting upright, with hands now you are free, Carleton—free to make her i morphosed the name of Zagreb, contains at pres- ! status is shown in the fact that his associates yours and to he happy. Heaven bless you, my 1 ' ’ 1 " ’ ' 1 * x - 1 children ! ’’ She lay quite still looking at them, with noth ing hut peace on her face. They stood bj T her bedside through the long night; and she seemed content to know they were near, rested upon them as the day broke over the hills and her spirit passed away. Three daj’s alter Mrs. Westbrook’s funeral, her will was opened, and it was found that, with the exception of a legacy left to Athalie’s moth er, the large inheritance was given to Carleton and Varian, to be divided equally between them. But no division was needed. Their hands and fortunes were soon united, as their hearts had so long been. Mildred Hailej’and Raphael Lane were among the bridal attendants when the quiet wedding took place. Raphael Lane bore his disappointment brave ly, as manly natures can, though he had learned to love the beautiful brune as he had never loved a woman. Perhaps his cousin’s unspoken sym pathy helped him to bear the frustration of his ent a population of about twenty thousand, i were largely of a vicious and violent class—ad Being the chief town of Croatia, the seat of the ! venturers, stock-gamblers, swindlers, and bar- Ban, or Viceroy, and the place of meeting of the I lots—the froth and scum thrown up by the cor- States, or Parliament, it wears somewhat the ! ruption of a great commercial city—while his aspect of a Capitol. Although the streets are j procedure in converting to his own use the prop- Her last look j better paved, wider and cleaner, than those of a ; erty of other men, and of interfering with their over the hills i Turkish town, they bear towards each other a : “domestic" relations, has been justly character- | striking resemblance. i ized as audacious and reckless in the extremest j The hotel in which we were lodged is situated | in what is called the lower town, near to the ! principal square, called the Iellachich Platz, | where, on stated occasions a fair is held, and j which on market and holidays is crowded with ; the peasants of the country around. The day A chalky-looking daub is exhibited, with shin ing eyes in the pleasure of its possession, as the very image of “ Martha Ann’s last baby.” Fists doubled up in the general pugilistic manner of babyhood (we discover the same by carrying the “ type ” to the uncertain light from the tall win dow); no hair on its little pate, that we can dis cover, and black spots in lieu of eyes and month. If a woman, we ejaculate, “How sweet! ” If a A writer in a New York journal, a few j man, we lay it tenderly 7 down at the very bot- “ tom of all we have seen, where we will he cer- degree. days after his sudden taking off, said : He is a phenomenon the like of which has ■ tain to see it no more, and proceed to look at seldom been seen in our ordinarily decorous and i dear, sweet-faced grandma in her white cap and somewhat monotonous American life. In an- j black shawl laid smoothly across the faithful dacity and pluck, in the grandeur of his schemes [breast; and grandpa in his long “weskit”and iFor the Sunny South.) Travels in Europe. Notes by the Hon. James Wil liams, United States Minister to Turkey Under President Buchanan from 1858 to 1861. her stately, yet girlish way. She was not spoil- ! hopes, and perhaps it was this that drew him ed by all the education she received, but it only | towards Mildred more tenderly than before, served to deepen the pain in her heart, through | “He will open his ej’es to her worth and love the remembrance that what others saw in her to I as 8 ^ e deserves, thought Aarrej’, who had love, had no power to touch the one for whom i lon g thought that Mildred loved her cousin, her soul was so distraught. She stood by the I Before the leaves budded and dropped again, oriel casement of her room, that overlooked the I ^ er wor ^ 8 proved prophetic, moonlit waters. Miss Hailey had just withdrawn, i the end. to complete her evening toilette, with some j playful words about Varrey’s beauty that needed no adornment. But the words had brought a heavy sense of pain into her breast What was this beauty to her? It might once have been a great deal, but that time had passed, and she could no longer find it in herself to prize the loveliness that others professed to see. It was rarely now that the scarlet bloom came into her cheeks, as it used to do; the lips were red, but they’ had lost a trifle of the brilliant glow, that had haunted the dreams of Carleton King. Leaning on the arm of Raphael Lane, she came into the quaint, wainscoated parlor of the Moated Grange. She wore a simple dress of sombre shade, with scarlet geraniums in her hair, and clustered at belt and neck. A party of hunters, weary and loaded with game, drew near to the open window, and one laughed cheerily, rs he said: “Like vagabonds, we creep to the window to see the glory within. Say, King, do you see that glorious woman by the harp, brown as a bun, and without a dash of color, except in the perfect lips, poised on the music starnl! Gods divinely tall ’ she iF." But Carleton King was in no mood to hear such rhapsodies. He gnashed his teeth in the shadow of the linden tree, and breathlessly lean ed against the casing of the window, to see her face, half-turned away, that bad—he saw for the first time—no flames of brilliant color that he had loved to watch as it flickered and died away. And she was here with the partj 7 from Guerdon Hall, and he was seeing her for the last time. He honestlj’ hoped that this was so, for each time that he looked upon her beauty he insanely thought that he would sacrifice his honor, even, to hold her in his arms, hut one brief moment, that they might die and enter eternity together. But he was absurdly strong and sinewy limbed, and little prospect of any such drama ever com ing before the sensation-loving public. But that greatest of all inquisitions, the human heart, beat on, and ached, and longed for love’s requital, that he dared not hope could ever be. The lips and eyes were sad, he saw, as he scanned her face from the window, hut the very thought steeled his heart the more against her—she might have this for a sweet decoy—as more en trancing than the happy smile of ordinary women, and he turned away. But he could not leave the spot, without an other look at the face that was dearer to him than life, hope, and everything. He buttoDed his hunting frock closelj- about him, for the night was cool, and returned again to the window. He saw her near the spot where he stood, and Raphael Lane bending his head above her, so close that his bonny hair almost touched her cheek. He could not hear the j words, but he saw the old time flush, like pome- j granate bloom, flame into her face, and he set j his teeth closely together to hush the coming j cry, and passionately murmured, as he walked j nway: “Accursed fool that I was, to ever believe in ! her—to stake my soul’s honor upon her. to end j like this ! A heartless coquette, that lives but j in the smiles of flattery.” Had he hut known that the blushes he saw [ were all called forth by the simple mention of j his name, how different would have been the feelings that burned within his breast. A telegram awaited at the farm house where clhe hunters lodged, from Airs. 'Westbrook, that after my arrival was Sunday, and the Platz was | and the energy and success with which he car- j huge collar and stock. We place them all hack filled with these rustic visitors. The costume j riedthem out; in the effrontery of his vices, the i with care in the crimson-hearted basket, where i presented j gorgeous display of his ill-gotten wealth, t ley all wore ! impudent manifestation of vulgar vanity, a white ker- j in his outrageous defiance of public opinioD , _ chief, two points falling in front and two on the | he resembled remarkably some of the notorious ! the Madonna, and a very unsuggestive looking back. Around the waist is wound a red scarf, 1 characters that rose to the surface of the Roman ; cast of Washington (with the tip of his nose de- and in front, a small apron of the same showy [ Republic in the corruption and confusion of its j stroyed by a stroke); and there is something I occupied two hours of our halt for dinner in visiting the vast boiling spring and the adjacent baths. The atmosphere is not such as one would plunge into without, a cause on a hot sum mer day, nor the steaming water such as one would swim in for amusement, but it seemed a very paradise for those who might find it nec essary to boil out their aches and pains, and I almost wished that I could feel a transitory Such classic hands are those j twinge of the gout in order that I too, might * Daughter of the i plunge in and he healed. There are not at present any very elaborate arrangements for amusement, but the proximi ty of Krappina to the gayer Baths of Rohitsch, enables convalescents to go there to dance after their limbs have become pliant, their crutches laid aside, and their spirits restored to their natural elevation. A number of visitors still lingered at the baths although the season w T as so far advanced, hut I was fain to content mj’selfwith a two hours res idence, a due proportion of which was occupied in dining upon the usual dishes of the country, in the public speis salon, in the midst of a cloud of smoke, to which each diner contributed his due proportion after having laid aside his knife and fork. This is a German custom which it might he supposed would’be honored by the ladies at least, rather in the breech than the ob servance, hut custom seems to have familiarized the gentler sex with the annoyance, and they smileas sweetly through the misty atmosphere as though it conlered upon them a real pleasure. A day’s journey over the hills of Croatia and Styria brings to the view of an American travel ler many divergences of character and customs which are in striking contrast w’ith his own country; hut in nothing is this dissimilarity more striking than in the vast number of churches, chapels and other places of devotion which abound in the one and the infrequency with which they are encountered in the other. During my two hours’ drive from Rohitsch to Agram, we could have counted these edifices or altars devoted to worship by hundreds. They crown almost every hill-top, and line the road side, while several are sometimes found together as it were, upon a single acre of ground, while not a single residence is visible. From one point near the road-side could he counted thirty- two churches, and throughout the days’s jour- nej- w T e rarely passed out of sight of one altar with a picture of the Virgin or of the crucifix ion or of some of the saints before another ap peared. The numbers seem to be so dispropor- tioned to the scanty population that one won ders, not only why they were erected, but where the means were found to make so lavish and so color. The men were not so uniformly clad in the costume of their class, though many wore the curiously ornamented dressed sbeep-skin coat, so much in vogue in the Danubian prov inces of Turkey. The greater number of the peasants however w’ear the wide, white trousers, extending to the ankles, which at least in the uncoothness of the shape and the superabun dance of material employed in their construc tion, seem but a variety of thehag trousers worn by the subjects of the Sultan. All were, how ever, decently clad and their garments scrupu lously clean. If one might judge from appear ances, they were well-to-do for people of their class: were entirely contented with their lot in life, and would noti have given akreuzer for the inestimable privilege of voting for a President to rule over them. The principal caffe was near hv and thither our party went to partake of a light breakfast, atone of the many ff*a!l tables placed upon the broad side-walk in front of the restaurant, un der the shade of the trees which margined the street. I had learned by experience of the scanty allowance furnished to order, always two por tions of coffee—but lest I might, from this cir cumstance, be supposed by the reader to be an inordinate consumer of this pleasant beverage, I must explain that npon this double order, I was only served with enough to fill twice a small cup, cream included. Thus it is also in Turkey 7 . The quantity of coffee called a cup does not amouDt to a gill which is usually drank, by sub jects of the Sultan, withont cream or sugar. Happily the Croatians, although limiting the supply to a very moderate allowance, partially make amends for the deficiency by adding twice the quantity of rich cream. Their coffee is, in truth delicious, though in larger cities it would be impossible for a like proportion to become general. [For The Sunny South.) Weight of the Human Brain. latter days.” else, resembling nothing on the earth, in the Aside from these questionable traits, Fisk left j heavens above, or waters under the earth, viz.: no evidence of the possession of more than a j a highly colored article of virtu, with a hole in very ordinary 7 mind. Some anomalous cases, as i the middle and a knot on the hack, that, we that ofaLondon cartman whose brain was found ' learn by the very humble question propounded to weigh more than that of Cuvier, caunot be j to Aunt Priscilla, is “a rack for a watch.” We explained with our present knowledge of anato- [ sit in (he old-fashioned parlor and dream of my, but he is eclipsed by an Indian woman, I other days, when great log fires blazed high whose brain, now in the Army Medical Museum j above the shining andirons, and grandma and at Washington, was found to weigh sixty-nine j grandpa were young and blithe, surrounded by ounces, which is probably the largest ever re- j their children, some of whom now sleep for- corded. The world never heard of her as a gen- I ever in the old family burying ground just back ius, and it was no doubt a lusus naturi by j of the meadow field, and the others have gone which she was endowed with an organ of such I to distant homes, and are aged now, and have The brain of the late Vice President Wilson weighed 491 ounces, and this was claimed by some of the'newspapers to be “rather above the average weight, that being in this country prob ably about 44 or 45 ounces.” This gave rise to considerable discussion as to the weight of the brain, especially in men who had made their mark in the world’s history. According to Prof. Gray, of St. George’s Hospital, London, whose work on anatomy is a standard authority,.the average weight of the adult brain is 49J ounces, just the weight of that of Vice President Wilson. According to Dr. Leidy, of Philadelphia, the average is 50 ounces. In the female the average is five to six ounces less than in the male. A correspondent of the Baltimore Sun claims that these averages are very nearly correct for this country, as well as England, though our phy sique is often lighter than that of our English cousins. An elaborate paper was read before the British Royal Society five or six years ago, in which the existing evidence as to the weight of brain among different nations was carefully- analyzed. The average brain-weight for the English is stated to be 47.50 ounces, two ounces less than the average fixed fay Prof. Gray; for the French, 44.58; for the Germans 42 83; but there are discrepancies in the results of different observers,some giving a greater average than this to the G mans. The Italians, Lapps, Swedes, Frisians and Dutch come into the same category with tlic English. Among the Asiatic races, the Vedahs, of Ceylon, and the Hindoos give a mean of about 42.11 ounces. The Mussulmans have a slightly increased brain-weight over that of the Hindoos. Two skulls of male Khouds— of the piety of a people by the number of their religious edifices, then can the Styrians and the Croatians lay claim to a degree of sanctity to Ge must return at once to Windsor Place. These j which no other Christian people can pretend, •messages never meant very much to him, he i The roads over which we travelled were ex- knew her caprices so well, but always obeyed j eeptionally good, considering the nature of the unproductive an expenditure. If we may judge [ one of the unquestioned aboriginal races of In- ■ ■ ... , .. . | qj a — s jj OW a brain-weight of only 37.87 ounces. | The general average of the Asiatic table shows a j diminution of more than two ounces when ; compared with that of Europe. The general mean of African races is less than that of the ponderous dimensions. This statement was published more than a quarter of a century ago : “ Chatterton wrote all his beautiful things, exhausted all hopes of life, and saw nothing better than death, at the age of eighteen. Burns and Byron died iD their thirty-seventh year, and doubtless the strength of their genius was over. Raffaelle, after filling the world with his divine beauty, perished also at thirty-seven. Mozart earlier. These might have produced still greater works. On the other hand, Handel was forty- eight before he gave the world assurance of a man.’ Dry-den came up to London trorn the provinces, dressed in Norwich budget, some what above the age of thirty, and did not even know 7 that he could write a line of poetry; yet what towering vigor and swinging ease appeared all at once in “Glorious John.” Milton had, in deed, written “Connes” at twenty-eight, hut he was upwards of fifty when he began his great work. Cowper knew not his own might till he was beyond thirty, and his “Task” was not writ ten till about his fiftieth year. Sir Walter Scott was also upwards of thirty before he published Lis “Minstrelsy,” and all his greatness was yet to come.” Dr. Beard, an English physician, has taken the trouble to prove what every one ought to know, although there is a current superstition to the contrary, namely that brains are condu cive to longevity. Intellectual force is but a form of vital force, and where vital force pre dominates life is persistent. Dr. Beard declares that there is a great deal of ignorant notion about the mortality of precocious children, and insists that precocity is a sign of health and an occasion of longevity. Precocious children are more frequently spoiled by the indulgence of their parents, whom their sprightly wit and ty- ranic spirits overmaster, than through any hy gienic disadvantage to which their precocity subjects them. Dr. Beard finds that five hun dred of the most celebrated thinkers and brain workers the world has produced, give an aver age age of 6-4 years, and one hundred and fifty of them described as precocious in their child hood, an average of C6J. These facts certainly upset the theory of the author from whom we had previously quoted, that precocity of intel lect is an evidence of short life. old-fashioned parlors of their own. Grandpa and grandma have died long years ago, and Aunt Priscilla has come again, with her hus band and children, to live at the old homestead. She guards wifh reverent care all these things, placed here by hands that are folded now in their calm, eternal rest. EveD baby Rosy has learned to shake her little head and scold when “ Snow-hall,” the kitten, makes too free with the curtains of grandpa’s chair. Ah ! we tread lightly as we pass beyond the door into the busy, careless world, over the daisies and vio lets that grow abundantly in the emerald sward, and we leave behind ns the infinite rest and scent of the odorous roses that clamber above the windows of the dear old-fashioned parlor. Woman’s Power. The Old-Fashioned Parlor. 33T ALICE PATTON 6LOAX. In summer the roses clamber over the tall outcasings of the window, from which the little ones can never see, unless mounted on grand pa’s old arm-chair. The scent of roses is very sweet as Aunt Priscilla opens the casement; the pink-and-white showers of odorous leaves fall over the floor, to the infinite delight of baby Oh ! yes, Rosy, the pet of the old homestead, the roses are very sweet, and the parti-colored morning-glories are very 7 gay in their wild luxu- j me, the wife of my bosom will have the acknowledge 1 Man is what woman makes him,’ said Rousseau, himself a respecter of the sex, and the records of history contain examples of women who have sup ported their husbands or brothers, at the crisis of their lives. John Stuart Mill said that he owed everything that was excellent in his writings to the influence of his wife. Thos. Carlyle gave sim ilar testimony. John Flaxman, the sculptor, made considerable progress in his art when he married Anne Denman, a noble spirited, intelligent woman, full of love for art, and with an intense admiration for him as an artist. It happened that socn after the event he met Sir Joshua Reynolds, in whose opinion no man could hope to become an artist who had not studied patiently and reverently the works of the great masters of Italy itself. He bluntly told Flaxman that he was ruined for an artist. Flaxman went straight to his wife, and said to her; “Anne, I am ruined for an artist..’* “ Who has ruined you, John ?” she asked- “ It happened in church,” he replied ; “ Anne Denman has done it.” He then told her what Sir Joshua had said, and added. “ 1 should like to have been a great artist.” “And so you shall be, and go to Rome too, if that will make you one. We will work and econo mize. 1 will never have it said that Anne Den man ruined John Flaxman for an artist.” And so the brave couple did work and economize. They worled patiently and hopefully for five years, never asked help from any one, never men tioned their hopes to any one, and at last went to Rome, where Flaxman studied and worked to such purpose that he achieved both fame and competen cy. His success was not shared to the full extent, however, by his faithful wife, for she died many years before him. Thomas Hood gave a touching tribute to his wife’s excellence: “ I never was anything, dearest, till I knew you, and I have been a better, happier and more prosperous man ever since. Whatever may befall riance, hut the Many bugs of many minds, Many bugs of many kinds. ment of her tenderness, worth and excellencefrom [ my pen.” Many other instances might he enumerated, but are anything but agreeable as they loiter around j we have touched upon sufficient to prove that a the spacious drawing-room, the earwigs finally | good wife is “ God’s best gift to man.” their commands, and so was speeding away in the railway coach in the early dawn of the fol lowing day, carrying with him the memory of Yarrey Westbrook as she stood by the oriel win dow. A smiling, rose-leaf face welcomed his coming to W indsor Place—r face that, despite his natu ral love for women in general, he had learned to hate. Mrs. Westbrook was very ill, and con stantly asking if “her hoy” had come. Athalie remained below while he went to Aunt Marga ret’s room. He took a wrinkled hand in both his own and kissed it softly, while he smoothed the white puffs of hair and soothed her gentlv, as he would a child. “I wanted you to send for Yarinn; Robert’s i child, yon know she is;” and the sick woman's j tancy seemed none too clear, hut he did as she j had hade him, telegraph for Varian. country, and we had no difficulty in keeping our horses np to an average speed of six miles an hour, during the time we were in motion; but the -carriages we met, and others which passed us went, often much more rapidly, not withstanding a peculiarity in the manner of at taching the horse to the vehicle, which always European, although there are great differences; the Kaffre rising high and the Bushman sinking ‘ bringing-up ” on the nape of our neok w’ith commendable precision. There is a nice car- | pet, of home manufacture, rainbow-hued, that covers the great square floor, and the “grand quick i and wagons drawn by a single horse. we encountered no others, except one with four horses attached. Shaits are never used, hut in j low in the scale. The average oi the aboriginal i gloomy and peculiar” mantletree stands out in i American races is stated at 44.73 ounces, which | bold relief, triumphantly plethorous of many i is 2.14 ounces less than ha of the European j ornaments, bouquets of impossible fruit, apples, i races. The Australian ra eg - how a brain-weight j with a dyspeptic appearance; corpulent pears, 1 one-ninth less than that oi the general average i and sandy-colored peaches, with flame-colored ! of Europeans. The Mala vs and others of the j cheeks; tomatoes, plums and cherries, the like - - - 1 V-- —r before our time or and mild-looking occupy respective places on either side of the above-mentioned board, and are likely to remain in their perfect condition of body, as no one under the sun hut Baby Bates,” the Kentucky giant, could reach In fafet i high average of brain-weight. It is perfectly correct, as asserted by a writer in discussing the weight of Vice President 'Ail- all cases a tongue, as for two horses. To one i son’s brain, that “the quality and not the quan- side of this the horse is harnessed, the end being attached by a chain to the collar. Noth ing can be imagined more primitive in its aspect or more awkw: a si in the tout ensemble. At first, I believed it to he an extraordinary necessity Marritige Maxims. A man is what his wife makes him, A good wife is the greatest earthly blessing. It’s the mother who moulds the character and destiny of the child. Never make a remark at the expense of an other, it is meanness. Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. Besides, it may be that yon may never meet again in life. Never both manifest anger at once. Never speak loud to one another unless the house is on fire.