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THE SUJSnSTT SOUTH
8E1-BEVEBIE.
By Fattier By an.
Strange Sea! why is It that you nerer rest ?
Ana tell me why you never go to sleep.
Thou art like one so sad and sin oppressed—
(And the waves are the tears you weep)— ■
And thou didst never sinwhat ails the sinless
deep?
To-night I hear vou crying on the beach,
Like a weary child on its mother's breast,
A cry with an infinite and lonesome reach
Of unntterably deep unrest;
And thou didst never sin; why art thou so dis
tressed?
But ah, sad sea! the mother's breast is warm,
Where crleth the lone and the wearied child;
And soft the arms that shield her own from harm;
And her look is unutterably mild—
But to-night, oh, sea! thy cry is wtld-so wild!
What ails thee. Sea! \he midnight stars are bright
How safe they lean on Heaven’s sinless breast 1
Oh, Seal Is the beach too hard, tho' e'er so white
To give thy utter weariness a rest?
(And to-night the winds are a-comlng from the
West)-
Where the shadows moan o’er theday’s life done,
And the Darkness is awaiting for the Light.
Ah. me! how the Shadows ever seek and shun
The sacred, radiant faces of the Bright!
(And the stars are the Vestal-virgins of the Night)
Or am I dreaming ? Do I see and hear
Without me what I feel within ?
Is there an Inner eye and an inner ear
Thro’ which the sounds and silences float in
In reflex ot the spirits calm o rtroublous din ?
I know not. After all what do t know ?
Save only this—and that Is mystery—
Like the sea, my spirit hath its ebb and flow
In unison, and the tides of the sea
Ever reflect the ceaseless tides of thoughts in me.
Waves! are ye priests in surplices of gray
Tringed by the fingers of the breeze with white?
Is the beach your altar where ye come to prav
With the sea's Ritual every day and night?
And the suns and stars your only altar-light.
Great Sea 1 the very rythm of my song—
(And the winds are a-eoming from the West,)
Like thy waves, moveth uticer'ainly alone,
And my thoughts, like thy tide with a snow-
Flow and* ebb-ebb and flow with thy own unrest
Biloxi, Mian,, November 16, 1681,
GLiMPSES OF BOSTON.
Rlrd'H Eye View of the Classic City
Trinity Chnrch—Treasures of the
Art .llnsenm-Nearing the Ghosts Out
of Bunker Hill Monument^Vlsit to
Longfellow—etc., etc.
[This clever letter—graphic, simple and
gossippy, just as a letter should be—was not
meant to be seen by any eyes but tbose of the
"dear folks at home," to whom it was ad
dressed by the young lady tourist. But one
of those "dear folks” happened to be a blue
eyed nymph with the goldenest and curliest
of tresses and a frankly high appreciation of
"sister.” She and a young literary schoo 1
mate copied the letter and brought it to the
Sunny South, thinking it might please
others almost as much as it entertained the
home folks. And so it will we are sure.
The writer is a very lovely young lady of the
Gate City.—* Ed ]
Dear Folks at Home:—I promised to
write you a detailed account of our trip to
Boston, and 1 intend partly doing so to-night.
We left here, sister and I, on Saturday
morning October ist-; her husband had gone
up on an early train to see about tickets,
state-room, etc.,
We stayed from one o’clock until five in
in New York, shopping. Sister wanted a
new bonnet, and we waited for it to be made.
At 5 P. M. we took the boat for Fall River,
Massachusetts. The trip was nearly all
made in the night, but in the clear moonlight
we could see many points of interest. A
gentleman passenger, who seemed pretty
familiar with the route, pointed out the
places as we passed them.
After passing through Hell Gate he showed
us where the steamer Seanauaka was wreck
ed, and wo could dimly see a portion of the
wreck lying near the water’s edge. At an
other place they were diving to find a vessel
which was supposed to have been wrecked at
a certain point during the war of 1776. It
was a French vessel bearing money and sup
plies for the colonists. We reached Fall
River about 7 a. m . breakfasted there and
took the Oi l Colony Railroad for Boston. It
was Sunday morning and the country was
more quiet perhaps for that reason.
There was little travel and we could see no
one stirring at the various stations. It is all
a harder looking country than Western New
York. Not so highly cultivated and present
ing less beautiful scenery. Arrived in Bos
ton we stopped at the Crawford House, which
seemed to be about the centre of the city.
Nearly all the street cars either passed or
stopped in front of it.
Just before reaching the hotel we passed a
statue of John Winthrop, and I felt I was in
deed in the Boston of history. Every step
almos?, took us over historic ground. As we
passed the old deserted burying grounds in
the heart of the city, I thought of the “Pro
fessor at the Breakfast Table,” and how he
u*ed to talk about Copps HilL After dinner
on Sunday we sallied forth, not a minute to
lose. We went first to the Boston Art Mu
seum—a collection of pictures, statuary,
pottery, tapestry, lace, etc. There were sev
eral pictures by Jean Francois Millet, a biog
raphy of whom was published in Scribner
several months ago.
t There were the old masters, Fra Bartolo
meo, Andra del Sorto, Rubens, Titian, ami
a host of others, There was no celebrated
name that was not represented. Modern
American and English artists were well rep
resented, the pictures, in many instances be
ing given to the Museum by the artists them
selves. There were chasubles, stoles, altar
cloths aad other ecclesiastical garments of the
14th, 15th and 16th centuries, Turkish and
Egyptian embroideries, bangings, from old
Norman castles and countless other beautiful
things in “that line,” as the shopmen say.
I saw knights in armor, mummies, Chinese
idols, Egyptian sphinxes; but I guess I had
better leave the museum or I will never get
through. After leaving these we went to
Trinity church. The building is incomplete,
and has no altar nor place fer one that I can
see. Taking these two things,or rather their
absence, into consideration, it is the most
beautiful church I was ever in,not excepting
Old Trinity. N Y. The building is in the
form of a Latin cross, and the great size,
numerous entrances and galleries give it
much the appearance of those old Continent
al Cathedrals of whieh you have the pictures.
We were disappointed tin not heariug Rev.
Dr. Brooks who was absent. His curate or
assistant officiated. We could see and hear
nothing from our perch up in the gallery.
Even the minister’s voice was lost at times in
the immense space, and we were over the
chanceL Give me a High Church service
with an altar and free seats. Dr. Brooks is
a very noted and eloquent man, though ex
tremely “Low,” and the pastorate of Trinity
is celebrated for having given more prie-ts to
the Episcopacy than any other in the coun
try. Dr. B. has been offered the presidency
of Harvard. It is understood that he will not
accept it.
Next day we "did” Cambridge. Crossed
Charles River in a horse-car on the great
draw-bridge and saw, as I think, the most
beautiful part of Boston as regards resi
dences.
The Riverside Press is here,and Cambridge
has the h nor of having had the first print .
ing press in the country, set up within her
limits in 1639. We walk ed through the Uni
versity grounds and visited the library. We
met many of the students and I wondered if
Harvard was nurturing within her bosom
men great enough take the places of those
she has already sent out into the world. It
seems to me their lives would be influenced
by their surroundings. The beautiful
grounds with stately trees, the magnificent
iles of buildings, the statues and pictures of
famous predecessors—and all this on historic
ground.
On Cambridge Common is a beautiful
monument to the soldiers who fell in our
late war. It is guarded on four sides by
Revolutionary cannon. A little further on
is the Washington Elm, protected by an iron
railing and with a stone at its base. The
limbs are supported and bandaged like an
old soldier s might be.
And right here let me say for the people of
Boston that they are extremely polite and
attentive to strangers, always ready and
willing to give information, and evidently
prond of afi their city has to show.
Even the car-drivers and conductors would
exert themselves to point out the way to us
or direct us to places of interest. I had oc
casion several times to ask for direction and
never failed to get it politely, pleasantly,
and more of it than I expected.
I wrote you of my visit to Longfellow. We
were looking for his bouse and asking the
way when we met with an old man, a labor
er who seemed unusually loquacious. I asked
if the poet was at home. He said, "Yes;
hoped we were going in to see him, he was
always kind and pleasant to visitors,” and
ended his conversation with the information
that he had “worked for the poet a long
time.’’ Thus encouraged we went in. Bister
hated to, but I was determined and so was
brother. The house, an old fashioned .square
building, stands in a large yard, back from
1 he street and screened from view by two
hedges from one of which I pulled the leaves
I send to “Little Nell.” The bouse was draped
in mourning for Garfield, and the United
States flag was at half-mast over the door-
We were shown into the parlor while the
servant spoke to Mr. Longfellow. He came
•n immediately, ebook hands all around, and
invited us across the hall into his room—his
sanctum. In person he is tall, rather thin,
erect, and more youthful than his pictures
represent. In manner he is all that could be
desired—dignified, sweet and gentle. I have
often thought since how likely a commoner
man would have been to have treated us
rudely. But he could afford to be gracious.
His room was such a pleasant one. Large
windows, and books and pictures every
where. Little sketches, water-colors and
woodcuts hung on the walls, and brackets,
shelves and tables were full of books. I told
him of your former acquaintance with J. G.
Saxe, and he showed me a small picture of
"the poor fellow.” He gave us each his au
t'>gruph which we saw him write with a quill,
pointed out the chair which the school chil
dren had given him on his last birthday, and
finally with evident pride he produced the
pen which some lady friend had given him
on the same occasion. The staff was made
from the old ship "Constitution,” or a por
tion of it rather, and was set with three
stones, one from Maine, one from Ceylon
and one from Siberia. The iron pen itself
was made from the fetters of Bonnivard, the
prisoner of Chillon. After this we bowed
ourselves out well pleased, and considered
this visit by far the pleasantest part of our
trip.
How little did I ever think, when trudging
over the Liberty hills that I should overtake
the hand of the man who wrote
“Build me straight, O worthy Master.”
And
“The day is done.”
Sister and I have made many jokes about
it since.
Afterwards we went to Funeuil Hall, but
workmen were busy there, so we could see
little but the portraits including that of Peter
Faneuil the original founder.
At the State House also we were prevented
seeing anything on account of work going
on; hut we saw the legislative hall from the
ceiling of which hangs the gilt codfish in
memory of early Massachusetts industry. In
the rotunda, gracefully arranged behind
glass cases, hung the battle-flags carried by
Massachusetts’ regiments in the late war. On
one I saw the word “Chickahominy,” and on
another “Shiloh,” both shot through and
through by “rebel bullets.”
On Boston Common I spoke with an old
gentleman who told me he bad stood just
there tend seen a large part of Boston burned
in 1824. Just before I spoke to him I saw
him stop at an old woman’s fruit and candy
stand and buy a stick of candy, which he
was eating when I saw him. The familiar
way in which they both spoke, showed they
were old friends and the little incident was
so like one from Holmes’ book that I would
not have been surprised had he announced
himself the “Professor.”
We went to Christ’s Church, the old North
Church, from whose tower Longfellow makes
Paul Revere see the waning lights before be
ginning his famous ride. The Massachusetts
Historic Society are on the war path about
that, claiming that the lights were some
where else; but what they say will be of no
use; “Paul Revere’s Ride” will go fuither ia
the minds of the people than the dictum of
any society. The church building is now
just as when first built, in 1783, but the first
tower was blown down in a great gale many
years ago, and was replaced by one just like
the original.
Copps Hill Cemetery is near here but we
did not get to see it, to my regret.
We went to Forest Hill Cemetery one
morning. Such a beautiful spot! The stone
archway at the entrance is covered with ivy,
just leaving the inscriptions visible. On one
side, “I am the Resurrection and the Life,”
and on the other “He that keepeth thee will
neither slumber nor sleep.” Gen. Warren’s
family lot is here.
Another church I visited was the Church of
the Advent, now in charge of the Evangelist
Fathers. It was once a Unitarian church, its
pastor Lyman Beecher, and Lowell Mason
leader of the music. It is old-fashioned, low
gallery and high-backed pews. Those walls
see different things now from what they once
did, I fancy. I made the acquaintance of
Father Hall, a noted man in church circles,
and a man of acknowledged ability any where.
I went there too to the early celebration and
was surprised to find so many persons out at
such an early hour. This church is on Bow-
doin St., and to reach it one must puss through
the Revere house, so famous for entertaining
distinguished strangers.
The day before we left wo visited Bunker
Hill Monument. There is a spiral stairway
of 294 steps, and within the stairway it is all
open ventilation, lighted by gas and at long
intervals a small hole, a very small one, in
the outer wall. As we went up there were
two young men coming down and singing
with all the power of two rich voices. You
cannot imagine how it sounded in that close
and hollow monument. It was ghostly, aw
ful. They were singing something about
“the sword of freedom” and “died” and
“blood.” Those words were abou' a ’ I could
hear. As they passed me, (i was benind,) one
of them took off his hat and apologized for
“making night hideous.” I told him I thought
he might be scaring the ghosts away. They
passed on and began singing again. From
the top we conld see wonders! Among them
the navy yard and the receiving ship.
In a street car a gentleman showed os the
first two-story bouse ever built in Boston—
an old, tumble-down brick house. When it
was built, the town voted thanks to the own
er “for building such an elegant house.” The
same gentleman showed os the spot on which
Paul Revere’s house once stood, now covered
by a block of stores.
The burnt district of Boston is most ele
gantly and substantially built up again.
I forgot to tell you that Longfellow told ns
his house was once Washington’s headquar
ters, and before that the residence of a royal
ist family name V assail. The poet had occu
pied it for forty years, and most of his poems
were written in the room where we sat.
I could tell you a great deal more, but am
too tired to write it; am afraid you will be
bored by all this. Hoping you will not, and
sending my love and sister's to all, I remain
lovingly, Emily S.
I must tell you about the fair—the New
England Fair—if it takes me all night. We
speut an evening there, and saw sights. All
the S’.ates and cities were represented. The
Lowell and Lawrence mills had goods. There
were pianos, engines, looms and weavers,
flowers etc; but the greatest thing we saw
was the Lynn shoe factory. They began with
raw leather and finished up fine shoes. Every
workman was there—about fifty—and the
girls stitching on the machines. Every one
had had to .handle each pair of shoes. The
machinery was wonderful, and the rapidity
with which all was done. Sister thought she
had as lief shake hands with one of the quick
workmen as with Longfellow. As a souvenir
of the fair, I brought away some samples of
vaneering pat into my hand by the exhibitor.
I send them, as well as the other cards, for
Nellie’s scrap book, if she cares for them. I
have taken great pleasure in preparing them
for her. E 8.
Mount Pleasant, N.J., October, 1881.
BILL ABF
On the Cotton Kxpositioi
“All hail to the chief.” We used to sing
that song to Henry Clay and John C. Cal
houn in the halcyon days of peace, and next
to Jeff Davis and General Lee in the rip roar
ing times of war. But it’s all played ont
now, and we have nobody to sing to. We
have got no chief and so far as I am concern
ed we don’t want any. Bob Toombs has re
tired. Alek Stephens is serenely waiting for
the summons, Ben Hill has seen his best days,
and Joe Brown is on the down grade. There
seems to be no new crop coming to the front
to take the places of the grand old men of
the olden time. Well, maybe we don’t need
them—that is to say we don’t need great
statesmen nowadays, for all the great ques
tions of government are settled and agreed
on. This is an age of business now, and not
of theories. It’s work, work, all the time.
If a man has any doubt about it, let him go
to the exposition. He will see more work
done there in one day than be will see at
home in a lifetime. The exposition is an in
dex of the times—of the age we live in, aud it
is the biggest show 1 ever saw. They say Mr.
Kimball deserves all the credit of it, but my
opinion is that Mr. Kimball 'never conceived
the half of it. It has just grown up, and
kept growing, and made itself, until Mr.
Kimball is astonished, and everybody else.
But Mr. Kimball is a great ma", He has
great ideas, and executes them. He reminds
me of George Train’s speech at Chicago,
when he said he wanted the government to
issue a hundred thousand millions of paper
currency so that everybody could have a
pocketful and then we would build railroads
and canals and fine churches and hotels and
everybody he happy. Some feller rose up
and asked Train if there wouldent be a big
collapse after awhile. “Of course, of course,
there would,” said he, “hut the railroads and
churches and hotels wouldent collapse. They
would all be there. And, jesso, Mr. Kimball
will get up big things and when the collapse
comes,the big thiDgs stand fast, money or no
money; for there is the Opera House and the
Kimball House. The Exposition is a success.
I don’t know whether it will pay or not, but
it is a success. It is the best school and the
best show in the land. Every man and his
wife and children ought to go. If all can’t
go, then some of the family ought to go an d
come back and tell the rest all about it. It
beats all the schools in the land for instruc
tion for the time you are there. It beats a
circus for amusement. I saw Mr. Jim Camp,
of Floyd county, a tip-top farmer, and he
told me he had been there several days; that
he came to learn, just like boys go to school,
and he said he had learned more in those few
days than he would have done in five years
by staying at home. It is a school of applied
science—you see how things are done. I
saw some little show of esthetics, but not
much, just enough to spice the concern, which
is all right. Mr. Moser has got a good lot of
it in the Judges’ ball. It is a splendid picture
—that large one over the stage. Mr. Jaccard
showed us his diamonds worth ten thousand
dollars, and 1 told him to put ’em in my haDd,
bat he made me turn my hand over and put
’em on the back thereof, which I dident like,
for it was a reflection on my hand. I should
like to see a man steal anything on the back
of his hand. I dident care anything about
We couldent eat
FOR LADIES ONLY*
Styles, Marriages, Anecdotes, Sociables,
Slanders, and General Gossip
About the Sex.
Puffs in the arm-hole are occasionally seen.
Very long pile plush is mach used in mili-
nery.
Feather turbans are revived to a limited
extent.
Derby felts bid fair to remain a permanent
fashion.
V elvet, plash and fur bands will all be used
for trimming midwinter suits.
1 iThe majority of bonnets have very wide
strings, but some have narrow ones.
1 [Many large pokes are trimmed with a
wreath of flowers within the brim.
Pretty fancy aprons are made of silk, satin
and moire, with trimmings of lace and arti-
eial flowers.
Jackets are giving place to dolmans,French
pelisses, circle and Pompadour or Mother
Hubbard cloaks.
AU sorts of felt, plush and furry beaver
hats and bonnets will be worn, but pokes are
the first favorites.
It is now asserted that no Cincinnati wo
man will talk through the telephone unless
her hair is frizzed.
Broad Byron coUars, trimmed with Tunis
lace, laid on over the linen to look like em
broidery, are worn.
One of the most effective stripes in new
colors is of orange, with hair lines of gold
and edged with black.
Pendant pockets of white satin and moire
trimmed with Spanish lace, make pretty
additions to evening demi-toilets.
Eight divorce cases followed the establish
ment of a female barber shop in Kansas
City. Wives, lather your own husbands.
Buckles, clasps, slides and all sorts of orna
ments in abalone or compressed mother-of-
pearl, jet, silver, steel and gilt wiU be much
worn.
L *oe is used to an enormous extent in trim
ming all sorts of winter garments—dresses,
wraps, fichus for house wear, basques and
jackets.
Velvet, plush and novelty ribbons are used
to make handsome hanging pockets or reti
cules that can be worn with skirts of va
rious kinds.
Fluting and knife-plaiting take the lead in
frills and ruches for the neck, as they keep
their form better and stand away more firm
ly for the throat.
The new woolen goods, striped with lines
of plush, make very handsome accessory
parts—cuffs, collars, reverse pockets and
bands for plain, self-colored all wool suits.
House plants and seal-skin sacks are of
more account to some "society” women than
a visit to their sick, infirm and poverty-
stricken neighbors.
There are lots of people who believe that
Adam could have found a great deal batter
wife by waiting a few years, but he seemed
to think that Eve was his only chance.
An organist in a Carlilse church was
caught kissing one of the female choristers on
Sunday last and the minister publicly repri
manded him. A jealous parson is a mighty
uncomfortable sort of person to have around.
“Have you ‘Watts on the Mind?’ ” solemn
ly asks a clerical looking old gent of the
roguish damsel behind the counter, “No,
sir," she answered, “but I have nine on one
hand and two on the other. Are you a wart
doctor?”
The styles of bonnets are quite ridiculous
this fall; one was worn last Sunday at a
anything.
If there is anything in this worid that I
have a supreme contempt for, it is diamonds.
I know folks who lock np their genuine dia
monds in their trunks and wear paste dia
monds on the street. Mr. Jaccard told me
that there wasent one man in ten thousand
that could tell the difference between the
paste and the genuine. I was a thinking
about diamonds and what they were good
for, and a man told me that in case there was
a war they were good things to hide in one’s
clothes and run the blockade. Jesso, jesso.
I like diamonds during a war. As for their
beauty and brilliancy, I have seen the dew
drops shine on a May morning more brilliant
than diamonds, and they never cost a cent.
But the Exposition is a big thing and I wish
everybody could go to it. There will not be
such an opportunity perhaps in twenty-five
years to see how things are made that we use
in every-day life. I paid my money at the
gate and I got the worth of it, and I am go
ing again and take Mrs. Arp and the children
so that we will have something to talk about
all the winter I saw old Joe Brown there,
and they told me he came every day. His
head is level. He is always drinking in know!
edge. He aint much of an original genius,,
but he is the greatest absorber I ever knew.
He is a regular sponge.
the diamonds, no how. .. - — ... ., _ . , , . ..
’em nor drink’em. They can’t work nor do~ fashionable up-towp church about as big
anvthfmr round as a flour-barrel, and had nine large
Who Need Licenses?
Do our pastors need licensed saloons to aid
them in their work?
Are they a help to any Sunday-school
superintendent, or the teacher of any class?
Do the school committee deem them a good
means of educating the young?
Will they aid the high and grammar school
teachers?
Are they fit places for our youth and young
men?
Will they increase the value of real estate,
even of that where they are located?
Does the laboring man need such a place of
deposit for his hard-earned and scanty
Wiges?
IHDo the tried and tempted ones need the
licensed saloon as a perpetual test of their
power to resist temptation?
Do the wives and children of the unfortun
ate drunkard need it to make their lives hap
pier?
Does the victim of appetite need a legalized
place at which to gratify this insane thirst?
Does the occasional drinker, who has any
self respect, need any one of the places ever
licensed in town?
Do those who are the leaders in society, the
men of wealth and influence, need the licensed
saloons and bar-rooms?
Will they lead the men who are licensed to
sell, to purer lives, to more noble impulses,
to more generous and charitable actions?
Has any body a right to grant a license to
one man to injure others by wholesale?—
Temple Star.
A new industry is proposed for the West
ern sage-brush lands, which are now useless
and worthless. The Idaho Statesman ad
vises that they be planted with sun-fl jwers,
which it says will grow wherever the sage
brush will, without cultivation, and spread
rapidly. The seeds yield a valuable oil, the
refuse is excellent food for stock, the stalks
can be used for fuel and the growing plant
is a corrective for malaria.
Habitual Cosliveness.
is the bane of nearly every American woman.
From it usually arises those disorders that so
surely undermine their health and strength.
Every woman owes it to herself aDd to her
family to use that celebrated medicine, Kid
ney-Wort. It is the sure remedy for consti
tution, and for all disorders of the kidneys
and liver. Try it in liquid or dry form.
Equally efficient in either.—Boston Sunday
Budget.
A good Baptist clergyman of Bergen, New
York, a strong temperance man, suffered
with kidney trouble, neuralgia and dizziness
almost to blindness, over two year3 after he
was told that Hop Bitters would cure him,
because he was afraid of and prejudiced
against “B.tiers.” . Since his cure he says
none need fear but trust in Hop Bitters.
ostrich feathers. It looked like a moving
banana tree blackened by frost.
Mrs. Fry, on eloping from Unionville,
Ohio, left a note kindly advising her hus
band to get a divorce immediately and mar
ry a certain frugal and industrious widow of
the neighborhood, who would, as she ex
pressed it, “be good to the seven small Fry.”
A young Miss who was visiting in a neigh
boring town recently received a letter from
a friend at home, in reply to one which she
had made a request to be told “ail the news.”
Her friend wrote: “I have not much to write
to you, but the ladies’ aid society meets at
our house next week, when I shall hear the
news about everybody in town.”
“There, I believe everything is to my
mind," said a New Haven housewife this
morning as she dusted the last fleck of dust
from the brio-a-brac on the mantel. “Then
you can think of absolutely nothing to add to
the completeness of the household?” inquired
her husband. “No-o-o. Nothing. Except
perhaps a wealthier husband.” And they
had but just begun housekeeping.
I doted, I’m free to confess, on her hair,
It was wondrously long and so charmingly fair;
And so when one evening we walked on the
pier,
I whispered the tenderest words in her ear.
Then a strong wind uprose, and she blushed rosy
red—
As it blew all that beautiful hair off her bead;
She was bald as an egg, and I blest that hard
breeze,
For disclosing the fact by the shimmering seas.
French women of the upper classes are get
ting quite notorious as successful stockjob
bers. One well-known Countess has regild
ed her family shield in the most marvelous
manner in a remarkably short time. The
substance of her race had been rained by
riotous living, but it remained for this pretty
woman with chestnut tresses to buy back the
chateau, to furnish it en prir.cesse, to fill her
stables with horses, and to indulge in a pro
fusion of natural flowers tor her personal
adornment, which is the pet extravagance of
the age.
Thou’rt all the world to me, my love, my own,
My golden-haired, my starry-eyed, my pride!
More blessed than monarch sitting on his throne
Am I, my love, when thou art by my side.
The loving glances of thy soulful eyes,
The smiles that ripple on thy ruby lips,
On whose red petals sweeter honey lies
T han that the busy bee from roses sips.
Assure me that thine heart is mine alone;
No other in that bosom holds a place-
Thou art mine, my love, my very own.
Those blushes tell that crimson thy sweet face.
But can we, if we marry, my own love,
Can we, I ask thee, eh, my darling speak.
Can we, my sweetest one, my lovely dove,
Pay board for two on seven dollars a week ?
This was at the royal banquet in Vienna:
“Queen Margherita wore an extremely low-
necked pink silk dress. Her hair was ar
ranged in Grecian style, and encircled with
a double row of diamonds, surmounted with
a pink feather and studded with diamond
s.ars. On her shoulders she wore a large dia
mond decoration, and large solitaires on her
fingers. Her sparkling conversation enter
tained her neighbors during the Whole din
ner. The Empress, her chestnut ringlets
flowing down her back, was dressed in brown
velvet and gold colored satin with gold
fringes. Her brow was decked with a dia
dem of brilliants.”
The clock struck 11. Myrtle and Billy
were standing in the hallway, her arms
twined around him in the ecstasy of love.
“And you will love me always, Billy?’' Myr
tle said softly. “Yes, my precious oue, for
ever and ever.” “And when shall we te
married?” came in low, dulcet tones from the
girl, as her head rested confi tingly above his
uver-pad, Now was Colonels B liy’s longed-
for opportunity. Two years before Myrtle
nad laughed a merry, heartless laugh when
he had seated himssif in a pie at apicnic.
Drawing hims-lf up proudly, he said, while a
lemon like smile flitted over his clear-cut
features: “Yes, I will marry you, Myrtle.”
But when?” pleaded the girl “When the
Washington monument ia completed,” he an
swered, and, with a hollow, mock.ng laugh,
he fl • i into the darkness, leaving her in the
front hall, alone and desolate.
RANDOM NOTES
An Indiana farmer dreeaed himself in his
wife’s clothes and sunbonnet and hanged
himself.
Freeman Odell, a veteran bear hunter of
Sacandaga, New York, killed his eightieth
bear last Sunday.
Millais, the artist, is a famous angler. In
company with a friend be lately killed on
the Tay in one day salmon weighing 120
pounds.
In Italy they license hand-organs which
are in tune. A discordant note is not per
mitted. Hand-organs which can’t get a li
cense are shipped to this country.
Hon. John Evans, Ex-Governor of Colors
ado, has given $40,000 toward the building of
the Colorado Seminary and University of
Denver since the beginning of the enterprise.
Sir Charles Gavan Duffy, who is now sixty-
five years old, is shortly to be married to
Miss Hall, a girl of twenty-one. The intend
ed bride is his niece, but only by marriage.
A lady passenger on a New York Central
train threw some peach stones from a car
window near Corfu, and with them two
rings valued at $775. They were not recov
ered.
Miss Emma Chapman, of Georgetown,
Texas, was bitten five times in the calf of
her leg by a rattlesnake, without suffering
any severe effects. Emma must be a ballot-
dancer.
A Connecticut man wrapped a white sheet
around him, and “appeared” to a widow.
She hit him in the head with an iron teaket
tle, and the next appearance was that of a
surgeon.
Sojourner Truth, the colored ex-slave,who
is 106 years old, is still lecturing. She was
born a slave on the banks of the Hudson riv
er, and was owned by a Holland family. Her
name was Belle Hardenburg.
Among other specimens exhibited at the
Cotton Exposition by Captain G. B. Dent,
were wines and pure Olive oil products of
Glynn and McIntosh counties. The Olive
trees were grown in those counties.
Mr. Beecher confessed last Suuday that he
stole his mother’s preserves when he was
very, very small. The boy is father to the
man. The lachrymose Henry has distin
guished himself in later years by poaching
on other people’s preserves.
King, the balloonist, told how he was sur
rounded by wolves in a swamp in Wisconsin
Farmers living nearby say that no wolf has
been seen in that section for twenty-five
years. If King had only seen snakes, now,
there would be no mystery about it.
A German teacher, Herr Edwin Preiss,
formerly a companion of Frederich Ger-
stacker, the well-known German writer and
traveler, has arrived at Los Angeles, Cal,
after traveling on foot all the way from Flo
rida. The journey occupied 257 days.
Gen. Sehenck, after suffering loDg from
Bright’s disease, began, six months since, a
milk diet, and i3 greatly improved in health
if not wholly cured. Doubtless the chief
cause of his cure was the abandonment of
whisky.
Capt. Walter Paine made Dr. Talmage,the
Brooklyn preacher, very happy recently, by
sending him a sermon preached by his uncle,
the late Dr. S. K. Talmage in 1847, At the
commencement of the La Grange Female
College.
At the approaching coronation of the Czar
and Czarina the ivoiy throne of Constantinp,
the last Emperor of Constantinople, is to be
used. The Czarina is to occupy a throne
adorned with 876 diamonds and rubies, and
1223 sapphires, turquioses and pearls of the
first water.
The monument to Prince Louis Napoleon,
which it was proposed to erect in Westmin
ster Abbey, has been placed in the Braye
Chapel, in the nave of Sc. George’s, Windsor.
It is very beautiful piece of sculpture. Queen
Victoria intends to fill the windows of the
Braye Chapel with stained glass.
gSMrs. Staples was boastful of her crime
when put into jail for the murder of her
husband at Colwell, New Mexico, but during
her first night in a cell, as she believed, the
dead man came to her, cursed her for what
she had done and commanded her to hung
herself, which she did on the following day.
Elder Morgan, President of the Southern
Mormon Mission, left Chattanooga lately
with 150 converts to Mormonism, the major
ity of the converts being from Southern Vir
ginia. He says the church has received 3oo
other converts from this district within a
few months. The final destination of all
these is Colorado.
China has not had any bank defalcations
for over 300 years, says the Albany Times.
The reason is that when a bank fails they
take all persons connected with it officially,
from the president to the office-boy, and
summarily decapitate them in the public
square. In cases of flagrant dishonesty they
boil them in oiL
John S. Williams. United States Senator,
recently sold his crop of tobacco, raised on
seventy-five acres in the blue-grass section of
Kentucky, for $21,419 96. There were nine-,
ty-five hogsheads, and the yield from each
acre was nearly $300. He was assisted by a
flock of 700 turkeys, who kept the plants
clear of worms.
A boy, blind in one eye, suffered for sever
al days from the intrusion of a locomotive
cinder, but when the bandage was removed
he discovered to his intense delight that he
could see for the first time in several months.
The cinder had removed the scar of an ulcer
which had tronbled him a year ago, but
which the surgeons could not cut away.
Ex-President Diaz, of Mexico, was mar
ried last Wednesday—for the fourth time—
to a daughter of Romero Rubio. The bride
is reported to be very beautiful and accom
plished. She is a member of one of Mexico’s
best families, and is only eighteen years of
age. Diaz is now past fifty. It is said that
it is a political alliance, made for the pur
pose of elevating Rubio to the Presidency,
Diaz to be the power behind the throne.
“That is a diversion; let us go on with the
argument,” said Henderson, the Scotchman,
after coolly wiping the water from his face,
which his opponent, in his rage of inevitable
defeat, had thrown from his glass. And
quite as self-debased must the theologian
have felt, as did Henderson’s antagonist,
when a reply came with all the dignity of
a scholar, the forbearance of a Christian, and
the high-bred courtesy of a gentleman born.
A patient old gentleman, who has given so
much thought to the subject that bis hair has
turned white, thinks the following is a cor
rect diagnoses:
Mahone, in his double steering.
Is neither fish, nor flesh, nor good red herring,
Nor Democrat, nor Stalwart he, nor this nor that
Nor bird nor beast, but justa Kind of bat,
A twilight mongrel, true to neither cause.
With Republican wings, aud Repudiation teeth
and claws.
Louis P. Scoville, son of George Scoville,
counsel for Guiteau, received a letter from
Washington urging him to go there and assist
in defence. “I tell you,” said Scoville, Jr„
“I don’t want to be mixed up in this matter
at all, Circumstances have compelled fath
er, through family connections, to take
charge of the defence. H9 did not go from
any desire ot his own. He protested strong
ly against going, but was pushed into it.
The press do not s-eeru to appreciate this fact.
He mokes nothing by it. He is unde/ beavv
expenses in Washington, and has lost consid
erable practice through his absence. I will
have nothing whatever to do with it.”
Lydia E Pinkhaui’* Vegetable Compound,
>he grett 1 i-u di-ine for the cure of all female
coin pi ns, is ibegieaieststrengthenerof the
back, stom-.oh. nerves, ki ineys, urinary and
aeniuu organ-<it man and woman ever known.
Send lor circulars to Lydia E. Pmkham,
Lynn, Massacnu-etts.
GENERAL NEWS.
Emperor William and Prinoe Bismarck
have offered the Pope au asylum at Cologne.
The pawnbrokers of Great Britain, 4373 in
number, take in during a year 200,000,000 of
pledgee.
Last year 13,347,000 barrels of beer were
brewed in the United States, against 1,765,-
000 in 1863.
Paper belting is now being used in Japan,
and is said to have been found stronger than
leather belting.
The issues of the British and Foreign Bible
Society for the last fiscal year amount to
2,346,000 copies.
Lit cost Boston $20,000 to entertain the
French and Gsrman visitors, and it was
"done up brown."
The total area planted with tobaeoo in the
United States is 638,841 aefoe, producing
473,661,150 pounds.
At the ooming session of Congress a bill is
to be presented retiring all officers of the ar
my at the age of 63.
The French have occupied the Arab city
of Kairwan, in Africa, in which no Christian
has been allowed to live.
W. D. Murphy, of Albany, has been held
in $1,000 bail to answer a charge of defraud
ing a United States pensioner.
The German treasury estimates contain an
item of 1,660,000 marks for the erection of an
imperial palace at Strasburg.
More than 3,000 women are employed in
the railway offices of Austria. They receive
a salary of $15 or $30 a month.
A Nashville paper is responsible for the
statement that the people of Tennessee pay
$1,000,000 per annum for snuff.
A full bench of judges in a Massachusetts
State Court has decided that women are not
eligible as lawyers in the Bay State.
Long Island farmers are estimated to have
lost $3oo,ooo by the failure of the cabbage
crop. The potato crop was a success.
Nine million dollars is said to be the sum
the government has lost by the fraudulent
“extension of the Star route service.”
A monument to Victor Hugo is to be erect
ed in his island borne of Guernsey by the in
habitants, who are much attached to him.
Phillip E. Sullivan one of the Iron Moun
tain train robbers, sentenced to seventy
years imprisonment, has died from homesick
ness.
Mr. Eads’ jetties stand the test of trial.
Ships drawing 26 feet of water pass through
them at the mouth of tho Mississippi without
interruption.
A milk dealer at Frankfort, Germany, who
only put one quart of water to eight gallons
of milk was fined $20 and sent to jail for
three months.
5 [Our respect for the much-ridiculed peanut
rises several degrees when we learn that the
crop of 1881 amounted to 2,370,000 bushels,
valued at $2,150,000,
In the last sixty years no fewer than 16,-
000.000 people have left the Old World for
America and Australia; and of these the
United States received 10,370,000.
A dispatch from Vienna states that all the
rivers of Upper Albania have overflowed
their banks, and large tracts of land are in
undated. Some lives have been lost.
A bill giving the right of suffrage to wo
men has passed the lower branch of the Wash
ington Territory legislature, bat it was de
feated in the upper branch.
The Philadelphia News says the 150 carat
diamond brought from South Africa was
found about three feet from the surface,
among some crumbling bones.
The sub-committee on the World’s Fair
has reported favorably on the subject, lay
ing down the condition that $5,000,000 must
be subscribed in order to insure its success.
The King of Greece has consented to dis
solve the Chamber of Representatives. The
general elections, in which the new provinces
will participate, bas been fixed for the first
of January.
A house at the corner of Grand street and
Fifth avenue, N. Y., fell without a moment’s
warning, and, in an instant, was a mass of
ruins. Seven persons were killed, and nine
teen injured.
The correspondent of the Times at Darzeel-
ing, India, says the deaths from epidemic
choleraic fever at Umritsir amount to 9,000,
or ten times the normal rate of mortality for
the past few years.
The board of emigration has authorized the
prosecution of D. J. Tyson, canner of toma
toes at Staten Island, who is accused of caus
ing the serious sickness of forty recently ar
rived Germans, by improper treatment and
lack of nourishing food.
The annual report of the pension bureau
shows that on the 3oth of June, 1881, there
were 268.830 pensioners; 268,830 pensioners
were added to the roll during the year, and
the names of 10,512 were dropped.
The Russian Nihilists are very active and
secret in their movements. The government
has ordered that large bodies of troops shall
be kept in readiness to act at a moment’s no
tice in all the larger cities of Russia.
The Greek government has conferred the
grand cordon of the Order of the Redeemer
upon J. Meredith Reed, formerly American
Minister at Athens, in recognition of the emi
nent services he has rendered to Greece.
The march of modern improvement haa
reached the Queen of the Adriatic. The city
fathers of Venice have sold to a company the
right of running a steamboat on the larger
canals, and the smaller ones are to be filled
np.
The trial of Mason, the soldier who shot at
Guiteau, has been delayed to allow a full ex
amination into his sanity. Since his arrest
he has been continually under the supervi
sion of a medical officer, who has carefully
studied his mental faculties.
Several years- ago a colored man named
Lewis, at New York, died, leaving $1,500,000
to the government to pay the national debt.
His heirs contested for it, but it is now decid
ed that the executors of the estate must ac
count to the government for every dollar of
the legacy.
‘Another boat, containing twenty-seven per
sons from the Dutch steamer Konig der Ned-
erlanden, which foundered while on a voyage
from Batavia to Amsterdam, has been picked
np and the survivors landed at Dondra Head.
There are four boats, with 129 persons, still
missing. They have now been a month on
the Indian Ocean, and their provisions must
be exhausted.
Reports from New Calabar, in Western
Africa, indicate that another war is immi
nent there between King Amakree and Will
Braid. Several sanguinary contests have al
ready occurred between the followers of
both parties. The powerful chiefs Oko Jum
bo and Jaja [intend to join in the hostili
ties, the former siding with Will Braid and
the latter with King Amakree.
This is truly an inventive age. A locomo
tive in which neither wood nor coal will be
burned is now in process of construction at
the Great Locomotive Works in Paterson, N.
J. In reality the fuel to be used is water,
which is decomposed in association with car
bon, forming readily comba3tible gases, of
which hydrogen is the chief.
Dr. John M. Leonard, a man nearly eighty
years old, and a practicing physician of Cai-
houn comity for forty years, was arraigned
before the United States Commissioner late
ly, and pleaded guilty to having made and
circulated bogus silver coins. He was com
mitted to await trial. The officers seized a
trunkful of dies and apparatus for making
counterfeit coin of eveiy description from
nickels to dollars.