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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 3,1887,
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THE NEW COLUMBUS;
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NarratiYe of toe Sole SmriYor of Sir John Franklin’s
Last Arctic Expedition.
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CHAPTER LXXI—Mat 6, 1858.
Oh, why did I lore the boy so well!
And
’by
why did I not love him a thousand times more
when he was with me! O child! your face
looks up at me even from the grave, and haunts
me with the smile it used to wear!
Did I use you harshly my poor dead boy?
Did I scold you ever for your pranks when
they intetrupted my writing or my medita
tions? If so, God forgive me! Thank Heaven,
and the tender promptings of my own heart
for one precious recollection. I never struck
yon in the few years of your short life!
A more watchful, devoted, self-sacrificing
mother never lived than Noona, my broken
hearted wi'e.
To guard against the possibility of danger to
Billie she resolved from the day of his birth to
keep no hired nurse for him. She, and only
she should watch over his iafancy.
And so he grew on toward the close of his
third year. But her health failing, he natural
ly came under my special and constant guar
dianship.
As the hours for my return from the city
approached be would lean out the window and
watch for me, and at the first glimpse of my
form, be would shoot gleefully, “there’s Papa!”
and disappear in the room. A moment later I
woo d see the litte fellow climbing carefully
down the steps. Then into the street he
would run and come flying to me.
God! bow little I appreciated those gashing,
unselfish and joyous greetings!
He would never consent to sit at table with
out me if I were in the house. And if I re-
returned after the meal was finished, he would
take my hand, draw me toward the dining hall,
and cry, “dinner’s ready 1” And he must,
have his chair and plate, and go through the
form of eating in company with me His chair
was placed next to mine. He would ha7e it
no where else. And if it was misplaced he
would run round and round the room, asking
over and over again, “Where’s Billie’s ’tair?’’
until it would be found. Will I ever forget the
tones of that voice, or the attitudes aid move
ments of the restless little form that played
about me?
Mu- ic be loved. Some airs made him still
and attentive. One particular oomii piece
never failed to put him laughing and dancing.
I seem to see him at this moment leaping and
whirling about the room.
I was the boy’s servant—-his obedient, sub
missive slave. O! that I could renew that ser
vitude!
When at the table he would sometimes b°gin
falling asleep, it was to me that he held out his
little arms to be put in his crib Aud it so de
lighted my very soul to bear his utterances, I
would force him to talk in his half-asleep con
dition.
“Does Billie want do teep?’’ I would ask.
And he would ans ver “do teep.” “Poor Bil
lie wants to take nap.” I would continue, and
he would faintly repeat “t&ket napt.”
And my lost boy’s crib was always close to
tny bedside. He would have no one but me
place it, or arrange his wraps and pillow.
And during the sleeping hours, if he moved
restlessly, I was awake and at his side in an
instant.
Always upon awakening, before sleeping
again, I placed my hand upon his face and
bead, and assured myself that the covering
was right.
It was bis habit to wake before I did at the
rising hour, and come to my bed and nestle in
my arms. And all these details of that little
file remain with me, and will not leave me.
Again, as though to hold him back a little
while longer, I said:
1 Does Billie see papa?”
“Tee papa,” repeating.
“Does Billie love papa?”
“ 'Ova papa,” he answered.
But his voice was no longer natural, and his
limbs were growing cold. We hastily placed
heating appliances about him.
When he closed his eyes and seemed to sleep,
overcome with the burden of my emotions I
left the room. But some one came running
and said, “Billie called you!” And I went
precipitately back to bis side.
They said he had opened his eyes and called
“Papa! papa!” But he was sleeping again.
“Billie!” * * * “Billiel” * * • No
answer.
“Do you want papa, Billie?” But he replied
not.
Suddenly he opened his eyes again and
laughed aloud—dreaming, no doubt, of sports
that would never beguile him again.
A few mi antes later he was dead.
Gone without a gasp or a struggle.
Oh widow of Nain! you lived in the golden
day of the world; the day of miracles!
CHAPTER LXX1L—June 1858.
My wife is dead. She never rallied from the
shock of Billie’s tragic death.
On the morning of the day made forever ex
ecrable by the fatal catastrophe, I came late to
breakfast. I bad left the boy sleeping peace
fully on leaving tne house. But be had arisen
in my absence, and as he led me to the table
and climbed up in his chair by my side, he was
a radiant model of robust health and childish
beauty.
Hurried by some pressing affair I ate hasti
ly, and soon left the table. But before going
away (and oh, how consoling it is to remem
ber tbife!) I called a servant into the room, and
told her Billie did not seem to relish his food,
and direcud her to prepare something more
palatable for him. My wife was sick and in
bed. A few hours after I left borne she sent
tbe servants away for a short time on errands,
and was alone with Billie who went playing in
rear of the house.
Twioe tbe sick mother heard him cry, but
she felt unable to rise, and she had no uneasi
ness because she could dream of no harm that
could befall him. But a little child in
passing saw the dreadful thing that was
happening, and she rushed into the bed
chamber trying, “Billie is burning!” Ti en,
forgetful of weakness, pain or peril to health,
tbe frantic woman sprang from bed and ran
wildly to the rescue.
But oh! too late 1 too late!
Sitting at the top of a rear stairway, she dis
covered the wretched child with all his clothing
literally burned off him. With a fhriek that
contained ad there is of pity and anguish and
despair—a cry that gave notice of an unbeat
able heart-wound and reached high Heaven, if
Deity have au ear for human woes—the mother
rushed up the stairs and caught the tortured
boy in her arms.
Down the steps she came again as on wings,
burning her bands and arms, scattering cinders
and blazing shreds of cloth, risking death, and,
with a presence of mind equal to inspiration,
-covered the quivering little body with oil.
Next, wit h a last effort, she reached her bed
again and fell fainting upon it with the dying
child in her arms.
Somehow I got notice—notice that Billie was
bnmed; not that he was seriously or fatally
burned 1 imagined he had been painfully but
not dangerously hurt.
I bur 1 ied home. No one warned me as I ap
proacbed the house. I went into the vestibule.
Si 11 no one met me with a message. The
bouse was still. I pushed tbe door open and
-walked into the chamber totally unprepared for
what met my gaze.
On tbe bed was my miserable wife, and by
her side was a little blacket ed form. It was
my little Billie, conscious, but dying! She was
holding a piece of juicy fruit to his parched lips
and he was eagerly sucking it.
“My G-xil ’ I cried, leaning over him and
wetting his naked body with my tears, “is this
Billie? Is this all that is left of l’ttle Billie
that sat by me so full of life at breakfast? My
poor, poor, miserable boy! Was there none to
help? Is it possible I was placidly engaged in
business while the fire climbed higher and
higher about these limbs, and th:s body, and
this throat, and cheeks, and eyes and hair un
til it made incurable wounds?
And did you, my wretohed child, fly from
the cruel fl tines and cry out in vain?
Oh! why could not 1 happen on the scene at
that dreadful moment? Oh I I would have
given the wealth of a lifetime to have come at
the beginning! .
Was there indeed none to prevent this horri
ble thins? No passing neighbor? Where was
God when you cried out innocently and help
lessly against the consuming heat?
»•••••••
His eyes were glassy. He trembled; he
moaned. He did not scream nor cry aloud- I
remember this wi. b some degree of satisfac
tion, and believed that the terrible shock had
40 benumbed bis sensibilities as to render him,
for the time being, unconscious of great suffer
ing. But I dreaded to witness the paroxysms
that must succeed a reaction.
Neighbors came with sympathy and help,
-and a physician also.
His face told me what be thought, and I di
rected him to administer each soothing medi-
•cim s as would help my dying boy to pass away
•easily and peacefully.
Then, lulled, but conscious still, Biliie drank
thirstily the cooling drinks that I gave him.
And I talked to him, for I longed to hear his
voice and the utterances of Jus half-trained
tongue.
“Does Billie know papa?”
“Know Paps” he repeated brokenly.
They said 1 had better not disturb him, but
I could not det i«t.
“Is the fruit good?” I continued.
“Foote dood,” he said.
And he held up his roasted hands and arms
: and looked at them with wonder in his eyes.
“And there was none to help!” I cried,
weeping like a woman. “None to help!—none
to help! None to prevent this dire cataslro-
j)he!”
I am undone. I can not sleep.
I have no appetite for food. Nor is there
any pursuit to which I can devote my mind;
for it turns constantly to recollections of
Noona.
I feel as though I could not recover from my
terrible loss—as though I can no longer toler
ate existence.
It is a long while since I have penned a line
in this diary or narrative.
Having written my travels, and discovrries,
and conrtship, and marriage, I no longer bad
incidents that seemed worthy of noting down.
So I fell ont of the habit of keeping a journal.
My pen it is true has not been idle.
I have written elaborate treatises about the
central z mes of earth’s surface for the instruc
tion and entertainment of the Polarians.
This had been done at the special request of
the King and Queen, who have read all my
works, and have had them introduced into all
the public libraries.
I have not derived or sought to derive any
profit from authorship.
Indeed there has been no need that I should
be mercer ary.
The liberal income allowed me by the gov
ernment has maintained me and my family in
comfort and even luxury.
I have had occasion to regret the want of
books in the preparation of my works
These writings have covered a wide field; my
chief difficulty having been the want of details.
I have treated on history and geography
chiefly.
Writing about matters that I was not famil
iar with, having given but little study to any
particular topic before leaving England, (for I
was scarcely a man when I sailed), my work
has often been of a very unsatisfactory nature
to myself.
But it has been entertaining, and even in
structive to my new countrymen.
In fact my advent here has inaugurated new
schools of thought and learning.
My latest literary effort was the translation
of tbe New Testament in:o the Polarian lan
guage. I have presented the work to the
Q iecn. What effect it will produce on the
public mind, time alone can tell.
So my wandering have not been entirely in
vain.
CHAPTER LXXIII—August 1858. .
I have had frequent interviews of late with
tbe King about a scheme that has been in my
head for years, but which made little impres
sion upon me, and took no definite shape un
til the death of my beloved wife.
Happy in her delightful society, aud sur
rounded by comforts, I repelled every tempta
tion to wander, or incur hardships or c angers.
And why should I not enjoy uay ease? Had
not I suffered enough? Had I not earned the
right to a life time of rest, and the consolations
of domestic life?
S11 reasoned; and always daring the life of
Noona, whenever any project was proposed
which would lead me away from my tranquil
home, I gave an emphatic negative.
I always said emphatically that others might
go into exposure and danger, but henceforth I
would repose at home.
But now all is changed; the ties that like a
strong but golden chain bound me to a quiet
life, are broken.
My unhappiness is heightened by constantly
beholding the things that have been so long as
sociated with Noona.
I look noon her flowers, her pets, her arm
chair. and sigh; I touch the harp she used to
play oh so sweetly I and melt into tears. It
seems to wail as though inconsolable!
The project above alluded to has been dis-
tnrbi g my thoughts more and more since
Noona’s death, and it is taking d-finite shape.
I rush toward it and embrace it.
It will take me away from my memories
—from m* self.
I think I mentioned once before in this nar
rative that I found a piece of ore ia the Grand
Rotunda of the cave which I took to be gold.
It was small—not larger than a musket ball
—and f put it in a little pouch that I always
wore in those days.
When I arrived in Polaria, I put the pouch
away to be kept as & memento of my Arctic
i ravels, and forgot about the piece or ore until
quite recently, when turning the pouch about,
the littte shining ball rolled out upon the floor.
in fact, when I arrived in tais country I
found so many novel things to look at and
study, so many pleasures to be enjoyed, that a
probable go d miue one hundred and fi:ty
miles under ground had but little attraction
for me.
Bui sinfie the specimen has been brought to
my notice again, I have fallen in the habit of
thinking about the gold that might be ob-
taint d in tbe cave. Ia truth, it is not alone
the probable treasure that moves me. I con
fess to an increasing desire to return to the
cave again—particuarly its southern entrance
and the lonely grave of Looiik. I feel as if I
owe the poor fellow a visit.
• *••••
Since writing the foregoing I have shown
the spec : men of ore to the King, and upon ex
amination it has proved to be pure gold; and I
have offered to lead an expedition to the mine
if His Majesty shall appro re the design.
• •••••
I have been in attendance on the King again,
and with him and Zuami have been discussing
my project It has captivated both the King
and bis counsellor.
H s Majesty pointed ont to me that the
mines of Polaris have long since ceased to be
productive, and tbe precious metals are be
come scarce and extremely dear.
If there is a rich mine in the cave which can
be successfully reached and worked, it w 11
prove of incalculable value to his country.
But aside from the hope of gold, he said, there
was another c tnsideration that lei him io take
a great it tereet in my proposed expedition,
and to give his cheerful consent. He then re-
feired in explanation to the tomb of Hiawana,
which he wished re-examined with care, and
copies made of all characters and inscriptions
to be found upon it Also, he wished ihe
tomb opened, as there may be priceless relics
within it; and the petrified bodies removed to.
Polftrift.
We have discussed all these points, and the
King enters with enthusiasm into my scheme;
and it is agreed that I shall set out at ot ce
with ten men and abundant provisions. Wona
will go with me.
*•••••
Our boat has started on the expedition up
Great Cave River. It will go to the Gr*at
Fall, and thence through the tunntl to the
river above mentioned, and Wona and I will
cross the mountain in front of this ci*y, and
meet it at the place where we quit his boat
when I first descended the river in 1852.
An idea occurs to mfl Why not take this
manuscript with me aud deposit it near the
southern entrance to the cave? I might be
able to put it beneath a pyramid of stones so
arranged aa to preserve it from tbe damp, and
at the same time occasion its discovery by any
adventurer that by poeaibility might In the , *
tore visit the spot * - Stfi
Who knows bat that the Europeans
Americans, who are constantly improving their
moles of navigation, may some time find
means to penetrate the Polar regions? Is it
not at least possible that my story might yet
reach tbe southern countries? Why should I
preserve the book here in Polaria? Of what
use or interest can it be to me or tbe people of
this cenntry? It treats only of tbe Polar re
gion, with which we are all familiar. I will
do it. I will pat it into a dry case of some
sort, and if I reach again the southern mouth
of the cave, I will bury it. Whether it shall
ever be resurrected or not (which is in the
highest degree improbable), it can be no lose to
me.
• • • • e
I have procured a copper box which will an
swer the purpose admirably. I will pat this
narrative and one or two other manuscripts
(being translated into English from the Pola
rian tongue by myself) into the box, and de
posit them in some way, to be determined
after we arrive at our place of destination.
And now, after a short visit to tbe graves of
my wife and child, Wona and I will be off.
Bnt why visit the graves of tbe dead? As I
stand by tbe mounds and contrast in imagina
tion the lifeless clay of the present, with the
angelic creature of the oh, so recent past! my
heart bleeds within me.
When I gaze upon the picture of my dead
beloved, which for years has been worn on my
bosom, and think that this lifeless shadow is
ail that I shall ever more enjoy of the beautiful
original whose form used to rest in these arms,
my tears flow freely as a woman’s!
CHAPTER LXXIV.
As I write, Wona and myself are sitting
upon the northern verge of the mountain from
whence I first gazed upon the city of Hiawana
Before rising to cross over to the southern side,
I cast one more glance at the sublime panora
ma below me It is tbe grave of my wife, my
child and my eartbiy happiness!
* • • • •
Sitting in the bow of tbe boa‘, I can see in
the distance tbe dark mouth of tne cave.
• • • • •
Its great arch towers above us now and we
are entering into its shadows. If I write more
it must be by torch ight.
• • * • *
I am now standing with my party in the
mouth of tbe cavern where 1 first gazed in
amazement at the Polarians passing in their
boat, and from whence I was rescued by Wo
na. We have drawn our boat up into a shal
low alcove and secured her firmly. Here she
will remain until we return from our expedi
tion. If we are fortunate we shall return
within a mouth. As the river flows past us to
the north I am reminded that it has never
been explored to its mysterious source. No
man knows whence this river comes or whither
it goes.
There are two things I hope to do when I
return to Polaria.
First, I mean to make an attempt to find
how far the river can be navigated under
ground.
And second, I mean if I can get a proper
equipment, to attempt to scale the mountains
that form the outer rim of the basin I have
named Polaria. No man has ever yet passed
that boundaiy, though efforts have been made
to do it.
I shall not die contented unless I know
something of the ex>ent and formation of the
continent or island that lies about the North
Pole.
Might I not discover an open sea in the di
rection of America or Asia? And if so who
can say that I might not make a voyage upon
that unknown ocean?
But alas! I fear that my health will deny
me the pleasure of carrying out my plans.
I was very much weakened by weeks of
watching with my wife, and though I have had
no well defined disease, I seem to be unable to
recover my flesh and strength. I hope a change
of scene and an active life may restore me.
Wona holds a light while I make these notes
Before us is darkness, and we are about to
proceed into its depths.
****»•
Our party has just descended the stairway
which I discovered here. I could not with
stand the temptation to pass over with my
friends to the shore of the subterranean lake
where I passed so many agonizing hours and
days and weeks gazing at the unexplained
lights. How simple everything is now. There
a quarry several miles away, bu: in full view
across die lake when illuminated by torches.
In ancient times these caverns were inhaDiied
by robbers, and the stairways and boats were
relics of their stay.
We have arrived at the point where I found
the petrified bodies on my memorable journey.
They are still here just as they were six—
aye, and for aught I know—six thousand
years ago. There are six of them in all, and
when we return I hops to be ab'e to transport
one or more of them back to Polaria.
They are as heavy as if carved out of stone.
* * * * * •
We are resting by the dark waterfall where
I contemplated suicide six years ago. A
strange sensation is produced as ws sit in the
darkuess, and see and hear the rapid waters
plunging into unfathomed depths and dark
ness. But we move forward again.
• •«•••
We are in the Grand Rotunda, and our
investigations have satisfied us that the mine
is rich in tbe precions metal. We have picked
up a good many valuable specimens of ore.
Our p'an now is to go forward to the Sarco
phagus R.om.
After completing our work there, and visit
ing Loolik’s tomb, we will return to the gold
mine, and after working it as effectively as we
can with our present force and provisions, we
will return to Polaria with our spoils.
We are in the Sarcophagus Room, and ev
erything remains unchanged. We have opened
the tomb, but it contains no.hing but dust in
which were buried some massive gold trinkets
***•*•
As I make these notes I am sitting by Loo-
fik's tomb. It has not been disturbed since I
left it in 1852. I then designed to carve some
account of myself and the Esquimaux on the
stones, but failed to get it done.
The piece of cloth I attached to the upright
staff, has rotted away.
Woaa and I have consulted about it, and
have determined that in place of carving upon
the outside, we will have the tomb opened, and
deposit therein the copper box containing this
narraive, and the translations before alluded
to.
I shall make no attempt to return to the
South—for that is impossible.
As I look out over the frozen ocean to the
southward, aud tiiok of the t housands of m<les
that separate this lone spot from America, I
realize the utter folly of either returning my
self or of hoping that my narrative will be dis
covered. The work wnl lie here throughout
all the future. Mildew will blacken and con
sume its pages.
But yet I will leave it to keep poor faithful
Loolik company.
It only remains to say a few. words about
my personal identity *
• •••■«
[the f.hd ]
CHAT.
My last mail was unusually fat and it car
ried an unusual important appearance. But
after a run through it, there was more chaff
discernable than wheat. Some have said that
a reputation is miserable property; yet wc
have the reputation of being learned about
most things, aud that reputation must be kept
up.
We are far from dwindling into the much
discussed mutual admiration society, yet a lot
of good space is being wasted on sweet talk.
“Compliments of congratulation are always
kindly taken, and cost me nothing but pen,
ink and paper.”
Don’t you think that in our minds we are
well-nigh perfect—that onr quiet self-confes
sions are favorable, without the flattering as
sistance of some idle friend? So let these eu
logies be done away with, 'for in uttering them
we only make ourselves ridiculous. iBstead,
we can write of flowers, music, art, travels,
home work, important local events—anything,
everything likely to interest others than the
members of this Household.
We must not dwell upon one subject too
long, but in rapid succession treat of every
thing worth mention in our conversaziones—
from a literary review to an essay upon kitch
en work.
The latter branch of knowledge by the way,
is not very familiar to the members of this de
partment—we receive so few communications
touching upon the subject. Or is it as one of
our good Yankee friends bravely hints: “You
Householders live without eatiDg, do you not?”
It was too bad, the way my last Caat was
served. I bad lots more to tell of the trip to
Grant Park, to New Switzerland where we had
our “fortunes” told, of the purchase of our
wonderful pug, and numerous other things.
But another, who also claimed the right of
getting in a word edgewise, cut my lengthy
article short, gave it a sort of unbalanced ap
pearance.
Shame upon you, Ned Lee King, for treating
me so. When next we indulge in experience
meetings, you shall be placed first, then I will
have my revenge.
Where is Hemlock? I want his fail address
immediately—a letter is awaiting him.
Goldie Ashbume, do you remember the wel
come tbe Kukuana people gave “the white
men from the stars?” Not the inhospitable
greeting accorded them upon their first en
trance into that wondrous land, but when the
faithless followers of Twala saluted the trio of
magicians” with the word “ICoom.” Your
welcome may not be so full of royalty as was
theirs—for we are not Kuknanas—but it is
none the less sincere.
Mother Hubbard
| ten thoueh’s still, over some other nom. Per
haps 1 nave done so. Muda Hetner, I wish to
converse with yon more frequently. Pandora,
I am honored with your parting look, so sweet
—-so kind. Susie Steele I appreciate your
friendly feelings. No Nom, 1 am proud to
learn that my letters have a place in your scrap
book. If you write to me and give your ad
dress I will send yon some slips of my poetry
for your scrap book, should you deem them
worthy of such a place. Why is it thatso many
of my old Household fneuds are silent?
Crushed, Busy Bee, Grandma Love, Leal Kim
mer, Little Ugly, Lalla Rookb, Musa Dun,
Rural Widow, Burton and a host of others?
With love to all, I am as ever,
Box 74, St. Rochs, Quebec.
Hay Fever.
Is an inflamed condition of the lining mem
brane of the nostrils, tear-ducts and throat, af
fecting the lungs. Au acrid mucus is secreted,
the discharge is accompanied with a burning
sensation. There are severe spasms of sneez
inc. frequent attacks of headache, watery and
inflamed syes. Ely’s Cream Balm is a remedy
that can be depended upon to quickly relieve
and cure. 50 cts., at druggists; by mail, re
gistered, 60c. Ely Bros., 235 Greenwich Street,
New York.
President Cleveland has accepted the invita
tion tendered hi n by the U -iversity of Penn
sylvania, the Puiladelphia Library, American
Philosophical Society, Franklin Institute, Col
lege of Physicians, Law Academy and Histori
cal Society to attend a banquet to be given in
his honor at the Academy of Music on Satur
day evening, the 17th of September. In the
afternoon of the same day the President will
attend a banquet tendered him by tbe Hiber
nian Society. Tbe society has had for its guests
Presioents Washington, Jefferson, Jackson,
Tyler and Grant.
Lung Troubles ana Wasting
Diseases can be cured, if properly treated in
time, asshown by the following statement from
D. C. Freeman, Sydney; “Having been a great
snfferer from pulmonary attacks, and gradual
ly wasting away for the past two years, it af
fords me pleasure to testify that Scott’s Emul
sion of Cod Liver Oil with Lime and Soda has
given me great relief, and I cheerfully recom
mend it to all suffering in a similar way to my
self. In addition I would say that it is very
pleasant to taka.”
Quebec Scenery, Etc.
Dear Mrther Hubbard: Our quaint old city
has had many v-si ors this summer, and still
they com*. So that onr principal hotels art-
generaly thronged with tourists. Made hun
dreds of our cousins across the line come here
every summer aud enjoy the scenery in and
around Quebec.
Many tourists also from the western parts of
this dominion, come to Quebec, slop a few
days, and then go down the river to the fash
ionable tea bathing resorts towards the gulf.
Although the St. Lawrence is here a tilal
river; yet tbe salt water is forty miles distant
down the river. So that the Quebecers have
to go down to Murray Bay, Cacoona, Cama
ta, River du laup, etc., for sea bathing re
sorts.
V«*ry many of the families of Quebecers go
to the country and spend two or tune months
daring the heat of summer. There are such
facilities by water and rail that men of busi
ness can come to tbe city every morning and
return to tbeir families in the evening. We
had the American war ship Galena and her es
cort fora few weeks. Also s French frigate
the Minerva which came before the Galena left
this port. There was a great deal of powder
was ed by the war ships and our forts in their
salutations. Every man of distinction who
visited these war ships got a complimentary
salute according to his rank. B >th he Ameri
can and Freeh Irigates visited Montreal. The
British war steamer Beleruphan and her two at
tendants will arrive in our port in a few days
These war ships with our merchant shops and
river craft, add to the beauty of our noble river.
The most attractive promenade in Q -ebec is
the Duffeiin Terrace, planked floor, Wei and
smooth as a ball room. Over fifteen hundred
feet long at d from one hundred to over two
Hundred feet wide, and over three hundred
feet above the river; and all along the verge of
the rock over the river Terrace is securtl
fenced with a beautiful iron railnr. And
from this railing you may look down on the
roofs of the houses below you—the grand old
river alive with sailing cratt—the numerous
wharves lined with steamers aud ocean suip-.
Point Levis, beyond the rivtr, so very piciu'es-
que, with its rocky port and the eburenes,
monasteries,convent*,and numerous villas scat
tered over the heights. Then the broad sheet
of water down seven m-les to ihe charmin' is
land of Orleans, and all this beauty outlined
with iorest clad hills.
In suitable places along the raffing are erect
ed beautiful Kiosks, affording seats and snelt-
er from the sun’s rays, or fr_>m rain to every
one who may choose to occupy a vacant
seat. Then twice or thrice a week some of
our military bands come to the raised
musical stand—covered by a large Kiosk
and for some two or three hours
play select music. Crowds of people—our vis
itors—our own fashionables and all people
who may have the time and inclination to
come, are there. Either seated on the numer
ous benches placed for their accommoda-ion,
or they may walk about arm in arm ia friend
ship or love making, listening to the music or
feasting their eyes on the beauties of the snr-
routiding scenery. And when the sun sinks
down behind the Laurentianjhiifi the Terrace
is lighted with numerous electric lamps—all
our city is now lighted by electricity. Toe
programme is gone through, the band men re
tire and the pleased crowds move off and seek
their homes or hotels. None who have an ear
for music or an eye for the beautiful will not
destroy their happiness by going to the bar
room, gambling resorts or auy of the many al
lurements to vice and folly.
We have had two noted literary men with us
for some time—Adirondack Murray and Mr
Knox of the Texas Siftings. Their writings
are two well known to need my commenda
tion. They have a small beautiful yacht, the
“Champlain." They came from Lake Cham
plain, by canal part of the way, to the St.
Lawrence, and mean to sail to tbe Saguenay,
then round the coast of Labrador and, it they
can, coasiwavato New York. Mr. Murray is
a charming writer and is giving a graphic ac
count of their travels—history of the country
or river, or lake, or people that comes under
their notice—while Mr Knox is nnequalied as
a humorist. I have had the pleasure of rtad-
ing their letters, also of visiting them iu their
beautiful yacht as she lay in the Princess
Louise dock. I wish I had a dozen or two of
my household friends here now to enjoy the
sights in and around Quebec.
Nixy—noble minded, talented Nixy—I am
sorry to lose yon. Bit a woman may change
her name while the old love and friendship of
her heart remains. I hope to read your writ-
Literary Curios—A Curious Life Po
em. No. 6.
Mrs. H. A. D-ming, of San Francisco, is
sain to have occupied a year in hunting up and
fitting together the following thirty-eight lines
rrom thirty-eight English poets. The Lames
of the authors are given below:
t Why all this mil for triumphs of an hour?
2 l.lie’s a short summer, man a flower;
3 by V rns we catch tb« vital b eam, and die—
4. tne cradle aud tne mmh, alas! so nigh,
5 To be is belter fa than not to be,
6 ’ though all man’s life may seem * tragedy;
7. Bat i'g it cares speak when miahty cares are
numb.
S The bottom Is bnt shallow wh nee they come.
9 Y.iur fate Is but the common fate ol a 11;
JO. U imiDgled Jus here to uo man befall.
11. N uo- e io each a.lots his proper sphere,
12 Fortune makes tolly her peculiar care;
•3 Custom does often reason overrule,
14 aud throw a otuel sunshine oj a tool.
15. Live well, how long or abort, permit to heaven,
16 i ney woo forgive most sbs.li be most forgiven.
17 Sm may bi clasped so close we cannot see us
face—
18. Vile interconse wb -re virtue has not place;
19 Tuen keep each passloo down, bow*-ver dear;
20. r»ou penanlnm betwixt a mile and tear;
21 Her sei.so.1 snares, let faithless pleasure my
22. tvitu craft and skill to ruin ai d betray;
23 Soar not oo high to fall, but stoop to rise.
24 We masters grow of all tbat we despise.
25 O, ’ben, renou ee tbat impious self-esteem;
K.ebea bave wings, and graDdt.nr Is a dream,
think not a-, bt.ioa wls b’Csnse ’tls brave,
28 Tae path of glory leads but to the grrve.
29. Wba. Is ambition? Ms a gloriouscueat,
30 Oily destructive to the brave and great.
31. What’s all tne gaudy glitter of a crown?
32 The way to bl* ss lies not on beds of cown.
33 How long we live not years, but act ons tell;
34 Chat maa lives twice who l.ves the first life well.
35 Make then, while yet ye may, your God your
friend.
36. Whom Cnristiar s worship, yet do not compre
bend.
37. The trust that’s given guard, and to yourself be
just;
38 For, live we bow we can, yet die we must.'.
1, Young; 2, Dr. Johnson; 3. Pope; 4, Prior;
5. Sewell; 6, Spenser; 7, Daniel; 8, Sir Walter
Raleigh; 9. Longfellow; 10, Southwell; 11, Con
greve; 12, Churchill; 13. Rochester; 14, Arm
strong; 15, Milton; 16, Bailv; 17, Trench; 18,
Somerville; 19, Thomson; 20, Byron; 21, Smol
lett; 22, Orabbe; 23, Massinger; 24. Cowley; 25,
Beattie; 26, Cowpir; 27, Sir Walter Davenant;
28, Gray; 29. Willis; 30. Addison, 31, Dryden;
32, Francis Quarles; 33 Watkins; 34. Herrick;
35, Wili.am Mason; 36, Hill; 37, Dana; 38,
Shakspeare.
i pi
since I was with you. A fall that I had more
than a year ago has prevented me from writing
quite a number of months. But I have been
favored in being able to read all of your let
ters.
Thanks, Veritas, for the place assigned me
in your Household poem.
Mother Hubbard, I send a little poem—“A
Retrospect ” Kind regards for all, and I hope
you bave not quite forgotten
Dover, Ky. Estelle.
A RETROSPECT.
As down the aisles of mem’ry I glide,
Scenes, seemingly forgotten, come to view,
An.’ safely In my fancy’s btrk I ride
O’er waters deep and beautifully bine.
On. on I m borne, and seem a child again;
Tne buttercups tear In ray patnway fell,
Tbat I bad gaebt-red from tbe grassy plain,
To see It playmates mine, loved batter welL
The dandelions gone to seed I chased.
Tbat seemed dse magic to my youthful brain,
Bo soft aud silken la my n tnd when placed.
Appeared like wueuery and left no stain.
Th* strawberries wild. I gathered !•> the fl»ld,
W re sweater tar, ih in any since I ve one;
Tnnurb not as large, there w s a no-vy yleu,
That always made my child-heart very glad.
Tbe bntte< flies and birds along the way,
Bo beautilai In c >lor, sweet in song,
Made me supremely happy all tne day;
It never seemed to me to be too long.
Years slneeiisve flown, bat still Ismseblld,
If loving fl >wer- and birds could make me saeh,
I sometimes feat I'm a'Ri.Mt growing wild
Wuh untold pie-tsare at tnelr algae aud touch.
Hatohitoohes, La, Society Notes.
Dr. E. E. Shieb, President Louisiana State
Normal School, afao Misses Emma Osnalt,
Mary Washington. SaUie Phillips and Pella
Ezernach, of the Normal Faculty, are spend
ing the summer North. Prof. Smith, of L.
S N. School, after spending several weeks
with his mother at his old homo in Illinois,
has returned, and will be in time for the re
opening of the'school in October. Miss Nona
WalmMey, of the L. S- N S-, with her sister,
Miss LissM^iMpending the summer in Win
chester, Tenn.
Miss Lncie Clair Gersen, of Minden, La.,
after spending a month witn Miss Ada Jack,
left last week lor her home, much to the re
gret of her many friends and admirers, espe
cially of two of onr most promising young
legal lights.
Hon. Wm. H. Jack, leaves this week to join
his charming wife at Green Lake, WiB. They
will return in a few weeks. Miss Ada Jack
and little Mary Kate, will spend a few weeks
with tbeir sister, Mrs. W. P. Hall, of Mans
field. Miss Ada will be missed, oh I so rnach.
Mrs. David Pierson is spending the summer
at Pass Christian for her health. Hope she
will return much improved. We hear she is
delighted with the Pass and the bathing.
Mr. J. A. Dnccarnao, Jr., has gone North
in the interest of hts large and increasing bus
iness. Wish him a pleasant and profitable trip.
Attorney General. M. J. Cunningham and
children, are spending the summer here at
their old home. Mr. C., is very much inter
ested in the “crops” both down and ap the
river. He reports them very good, etc.
Mr. M. H. Carver is looking splendidly after
his trip to Texas. He most have struck a bo
nanza over there.
Mrs. Ruth Raggio is looking much improved
in health since her pleasant sojourn at Hot
Springs, Ark.
Miss Hattie Safford is back again from Sa
bine, where she has been teaching a summer
school.
Mm. Nora Myer is spending a while with
her mother, Mrs. H. Lichtenstein, and will re
turn to her home in Shreveport soon.
Miss Leza Bayard, one of Alexandria’s
charming belles, has been having a delightful
visit here at the home of her aunt, Mrs. E.
Keearneys. I think she will take away a score
oi our boy’s hearts when she returns home.
Miss Annie Levy will return this week from
Chonshatta, when she has been spending a
time with relatives. The cadets will he de
lighted.
Parties are still in order, and one of the most
enjoyable ones (his season was given the 23rd
in it., by Mr. and Mrs. Joe Henry, at their
beautiful home up the river. Quite a party
from our city attended and had a delightful
time.
Next month there will be quite an exodus
from our city, as then our sweet gills and
handsome cadets will return to school. Now
is the happiest time of their lives if they could
realize it.
Owing to the untiring efforts of Messrs
Lumen aud Caspari, as well as several other
of our prominent men, we will soon have onr
long looked ior railroad. Oh! won’t we be
joyful. More anon.
Aug. 27, ’85. Eleanor.
New Berne (N. C.) News.
Onr sprightly and industrious agent and cor
respondent at New Berne writes us under date
of August 21st, that—
The Methodist Sunday School Con vention
is in session this week at Morehead City—the
attendance is foil and the proceeding interest
ing.
‘The Tobaoco Convention met in convention
there this week, too, and they had a real gay
time of it.
Oar coast steamer, Carolina—a passeuper
and freight craft, plies between New Berne
and Bell’s Ferry, Hookerton and Snow Hill;
affording facilities which make her quite a pop
ular favorite.
“M. L.”
Hints to Housekeepers,
Oil of lavender will drive away flies.
A tea made of chestnut leaves, and drank in
the place of water, is said to have cured many
obstinate cases of dropsy.
Carrots and turnips, if placed in layers in a
box of sand, will keep for many weeks.
A r«a made of ripe or dried whortleberries,
and drank in the place of water, is a speedy
cure for many forma pt scrofulous difficulties.
A Belgian gardener contends that, after try
ing the various special manufactured insecti
cides, he is convinced that tobacco juice iu its
diff-rant forms is still the best remedy.
M .isture is the greatest enemy of the piano,
and it cannot be too carefully guarded against.
When laid away for any length of time, linen
should be washed, rou’h dried without bluiog,
anil laid in loose folds without much weight
on it.
B iled potatoes ought to be laid out on a
plate, a*-d are then as good for Dying or mash
ing as if tbey were freshly cooked. If left
heaped up they will often spAl in one night
A lum i of soda laid upon the drain pipe
down which waste water passes, will prevent
the clogging of the pipe with grease, especially
ir the pipe is flooded every week with boiling
water.
To stop the bleeding of a wound, set a mass
of woollen rags on fire and hold the afflicted
part over them in the smoke.
Do not let stale flowers remain in a sick
chamber. a
Scald peaches and the skin can he removed
much easier than by peeling without scalding.
In bating custard set the pan containing it
into another pan containing hot water, and it
will cook much better.
Wash yonr fl it-irons in soapsuds and dry
thoroughly, if tney at all trouble you by drop
ping black specks.
A few leaves of green wormwood scattered
where black ants congregate is said to be effect
ual in dislodging them.
It is claimed that the juice of a lemon,
a )ueez n d into a cup of strong coffee, will afford
immediate relief in neuralgic headache.
For a gunpowder bum, keep the wounds wet
with a mixture of linseed oil and lime water
for three days, and then apply vaseline to heal.
For poisoning from phosphorus, as when
children sack matches, give a tablespoonful of
magnesia and then, freely, gum arabic water;
less magnesia if only a little phosphonu is
taken.
On ironing day set aside the pieces needing
repairs and mend before patting away. Keep
the wearing apparel of each member of yonr
household where it can be found by the owner
without calling for help in the search.
Into a solution of gam arabic stir plaster of
Paris until the mixture assumes the consist
ency of cream; aoply with a brash to the
broken edges of china and join together. In
three days the article cannot be broken in the
same place.
VIRGINIA.
Capt. James Barron Hope, of the Norfolk
Landmark, will, on the invitation of Gov. Lee,
read a dedication poem at the laying of the
Lee monument corner stone.
Bear steaks and roasts are plentiful in the
Portsmouth market. The animals are killed in
the Dismal Swamp.
GeD. Beauregard has accepted an invitation
from Hon. John S. Wise to be h:s guest during
the Lee monument oelebration in Richmond.
Mr. George E. Chancellor, living near Fred
ericksburg, has recently taken from one of his
farms flattering specimens of canel coal.
KENTUCKY.
The Southern Exposition opened at Louis
ville on the 27th of August, aad will continue
until October 22ad.
The Southern Oil Company is in the market
f >r cotton seed aud the result is that the price
for seed whioh last year opened at $8, is now
$ 10, with the prospects of a raise.
William Montgomery, who murdered a Miss
Iona Ktiaoa, and is in prison, is trying to
starve himieif to death.
The New York Herald says that Mr. Henry
Hart, an old citizen of Lynchburg, Va., will
s ton be made President of the Pacific Steam
shiy Company.
An Earthquake at Sea.
New York, Ang. 23 —The steamship New
Orleans, from New Orleans, which arrived here
to-day, experienced a shock of earthquaie when
fifty miles off Charleston. The ship rolled very
deep and there was a distinct jar and vibration.
The shock was accompanied with three or four
high seas.
The Champion Swimmer.
1 Robert R Magee, of Baltimore, Md., \
the long distance swimming championship of
America and purse $850 yesterday by defeat
ing Butler and Blackhurst in tbe ten mile race
in the Delaware river.
Inventors, Here’s Your Chance.
A chance for inventors is offered by the Ger
man minister of war, who will give a prize of
5,000 mirks ($1,250) for the best improved
cartridge box.
A-Jamaica negro wh> lately arrived at San
Franisco is seven feet five inches high, and the
development of his holy is in proportion to his
height. He is said to be spoiling for a tight
and v) have whipped all who stjod before him
in Calcutta.
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'■aerbeble Letter.’
I rVomauJMtmwir. r„ Bzpnm.
For many years my wife had been
the victim of nervous dyspepsia, of the
chronic, distressing and apparently in-
curable type from which so many of her
sex suffer, languish and die. It was all
the worse because the tendency to it
was inherited. She had been under tbe
systematic treatment of many of the
best physicians in New York andBrook-
lyn and elsewhere for twenty years with
only temporary relief. In fact, there
were few, if any, kinds of food that did
not distress her, so diseased, sensitive
and torpid were all the organs of diges
tion. The usual symptoms of dyspejv-
sia, with its concomitant ailments, were
all present—bad taste in the moutl^
dull eyes, cold feet and hands, the sense
of a load upon the stomach, tenderness
on pressure, indigestion, giddiness
great weakness and prostration, and fu
gitive pains in the sides, chest and back.
I have often risen in the night and ad*
ministered stimulants merely for the
sake of the slight and transient relief
they gave.
Intermittent malarial fever set in,
complicating the case and making
every symptom more pronounced and
intense. By this time the pneumo-
gastric nerves had become very seri
ously involved, and she had chronic
Gastritis, and also what I may be al
lowed to call chronic intermittent ma
larial fever all at once. For the latter
the physicians prescribed the good, old-
fashioned, sheet-anchor remedy, Quin
ine gradually increasing the doses, until
—incredible as it may seem—she actu
ally took THIRTY CRAINS A DAY FOR
days in succession. This could not
last. The effect of the quinine was,
if possible, almost as bad as the two
fold disease which was wearing away
her strength and her life. Quinine
poisoning was painfully evident, but
the fever was there still. Almost every
day there came on the characteristic
chill and racking headache, followed
by the usual weakness and collapse.
About this time I met socially my
friend Mr. Norton, a member of the
firm of Chauncey Titus & Company,
brokers, of Albany, who, on hearing
from rfle these facts, said: “ Why, I
have bc -n through almost the same
thing, and have got over it.” “ What
cured you?” I asked eagerly. “ Kas-
kine, ” lie said, “ try it for your wife.*
I had seen Kaskine advertised, but had
no more faith in it than I had in saw
dust, for such a case as hers. Mrs.
Hall had no higher opinion, yet on the
strength of my friend’s recommenda
tion I got a bottle and began its use
as directed.
Now recall what I have already said
as to her then condition, and then read
what follows; Under the Kaskine
treatment all the dyspeptic symptoms
showed instant improvement, and the
daily fever grew less and soon ceased
altogether. Side by side these diseases
vanished, as side by side they had tort
ured their victim for ten years—the
dyspepsia alone having, as I have said,
existed for twenty years. Her appetite
improved from week to week until she
could eat and digest the average food
that any well person takes, without any
suffering or inconvenience. With re
newed assimilation of food came, of
course, a steady increase in flesh, until
she now looks like her original self.
She still takes Kaskine occasionally,
but with no real need of it, for she is
well. I consider this result a scientific
miracle, and the “New Quinine ’ is en
titled to the credit of it, for from the
time she began with Kaskine she used
no other medicine whatever.
| If you think a recital of these facts
calculated to do good you are welcome
to make them public,
i (Rev.) JAS. L. HALL,
Chaplain Albany, N. Y., Penitentiary,
i P. S.—Sometimes letters of this kind
are published without authority, and in
case any one is inclined to question
the genuineness of the above statement
I will cheerfully reply to any commu
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