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THE SUNNY SOUTH. ATLANTA. GA., SATURDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 3,1887, 3 THE NEW COLUMBUS; i ■ —-OR,— NarratiYe of toe Sole SmriYor of Sir John Franklin’s Last Arctic Expedition. [COPYRIGHT SECURED. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.] 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. HAIK liUlWa BY MAIL] ^ ToaovPartoftheU.i Send for Illustrated "bir* cnlarof Latest Styles JOHN MEDINA. 463 Washington Street, BOSTON, MASK rr g^Ms*-*** ^■iNPALLIBJ day f\ ^Hrit patients ^■received. MH afflicted to I ITS I I lB 1 STOPPED FREE JiarveUus smetss. Insane Persons Restored Dr.KLINE'S GREAT NerveRestorer W mint*Am8t N**v* Diseases. 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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. 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