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-fy; . Cedartown Advertiser. Published etery Thursday by 3D. 33. FREE31AN. Terms: Sl-50 per annum, in advance. OLD SERIES-VOL. VII-NO. 5. CEDARTOWN, GA., APRIL 15, 1880. NEW SERIES—VOL. II-NO. 18. REQUIEM OF LOVE. Bring withered Autumn leaves, Call everything that grieves. An 1 build a funeral pyre above his head! Heap there all golden promise that deceives Beauty that wins the heart, and the bereaves, For love is dead. Not slowly did he die. A meteor from the sky Falls not so swiftly as his spirit lied. When, with regretful, half averted eye, He gave one little smile, one little sigh. And so wad sped. -But O, not. yet, not yet Would my lost soul forget How^beautifnl he wrb while he did live, Or, when his eyes were dewy and lips wet, What kisses, tenderer than all regret, My love would give. Strew roses on his breast, He loved the roses best, He never cared for lilies or for snow. Let be this bitter end of his sweet quest; Let be the pallid silence that is rest— And let all go! What John Found. Recess whs nearly over. The boys and girls were gathered in the play-ground out side of the lo£ schoolhouse, but no play was going on. Most of the boys had their books in their hands, and were poring over them as if to make up for all the idle time of their lives; while the girls sat on the wood-pile whispering, and looking at the boys with a kind af awe. The schoolhouse was built just outside of a mountain villiage iu North Carolina. The bqys were dressed in butternut or blue cloth, the erirls m a kind of linsey, all of which their mothers had spun and woven. Outside of the fence was a gang of little negroes, whom the white children ordered about with an ait* of authority; There was a row of shiny black faces at the top of the fence. “Gorry! look at mas’ Will! I tink he get iti” - “P'shaw! g’long, you Victory . our Mas’ Bob’s twlc’t as good a scholar. See how he pokin’ into dat book! ” The others volunteered no opinion but shouted,—“Hooray! which ob you a-gwine . to be the spjer? Mas’ Bob Sevier he gwinfe! •Cunriel BolrtSevief! Hooray ! Never had there been such a day known in Uncle Job’s school. Bob Sevier, a fair thin boy with round blue eyes, sat on the steps turning over the leaves of his Histor- ate tiacrie. He knew every word and line; but he turned leat after leaf with his cold shaking fingers. When the little negroes shouted for “Cunnel Bob,” he felt a lump in his throat, choking him. If he should not win ! Bob had al ways been head boy in the school, but during the last month he had worked harder than ever: The cause was this: Judge Peters, who was now Congress man from that district, had paid a visit to the villiage a few weeks betore, and had dropped into the school one morning and made the boys a little speech. “1 was a pupil here,” he said, “There is the very desk at which I sat. Undle Job taught me pretty much all I know. My father could not afford to send me to college, and 1 am sure neither can your fathers af ford to seud you there. But I want to give some boy here a chance such as 1 did not have. I have the appointment of a cadet to West Pomt k and I propose inste ad of giving it to some rich man’s 3on, that the boy in this school who passes the best ex amination a month from now shall have it.” Tliis was the speech. It had made the boys as wild as if he had put fire into their brains. Not a boy there who did not see himself a colonel in full regimentals, pre ceded by a brass band, riding up the streets of the villiage in triumph. They fell to studying, most of them for they were born in the idles, laziest quarter of the United States. They never had done anything but lounge about the grassy street of the sunny, hilly highland hamlet, lis tening to the intemenable stories of the hunters who came in with peltry, or play ing “Sixty-out,” with little negroes John Fremoy, the shabbiest of them all, sat apart from the other boys, with his sis ter Louisa. “Now, Lou, just hear me tliis page;” and he began,— “Charlemagne, otherwise Charles the Great, was the son of Pepin the Short, the first qf the Carlovingian—Carlovingian’— oh, #hat comes next ?” ‘ ‘Dynasty, ” prompted Lou. ‘‘And wliat’s the meaning of ‘dynasty’ I’d like to know ? Such rubbish! 1 don’t understand a word of it! There’s no use to try, Lou!” Lou's eyes filled, and the teart rolled down her flashed cheeks; but John only shut his jaws a little firmer, and fixed his dark eyes on the ground. They were honest, kind eyes, but dull; very different from Bob Sevier’s, which glowed like lamp9. “I might as well give up, Lou. Uncle Job says patience and hard work will take any boy through. But there’s a difference in boys. Now Bob Sevier don’t work half as hard over his books as I do; but just took at him! I reckon he could go over the Carlovingians or any other Vingians like a trottin* horse.” hush. Uncle Job was going to give his j decision. ; The little negroes crowded up the school- house steps. Lou stood up and threw her calicj sun-bonnet off her head. She did not know wliat she did. She was stifling with sudden, terrible heat. Her strained eyes were on the door. Presently she heard Uncle Job’s voice, in a few brief words. But sbe could not catch him. They sounded to her like “John has won. John Fremoy.” Suddenly there was a cheer inside. Then the negroes took it up. “Bob Sevier! Cunnel Bob! Hooray for Bob!” Lou sat down and covered her face with her hands. Her brother came to her in a moment. ‘Get up and come along home! he said, oughly. She caught his arm and patted it. “Don’l you mind it, Johnny,” she said. “You kin do lots of things Bob Sevier knows nothin’ about!” she ciied, fiercely. “No, Bob won it fair,” he said sturdily. I’m a dunce; I did’ut deserve it; that’s the worst of it! ” His face was colorless, even to the lips, but he showed his disappointment in no other way. Judge Peters came to the village the next day, heard the report of the examination, sent for Sevier, and promised him the ap pointment. He then went out to a farm which he owned near to Caleb Fremoy’s, John’s uncle. The boy crept over, towards night, to catch a glimpse of the great man who might have made him happy for lite, but bad not done it. He hung miserably about the place, Hntil evening, and then set out home ward. Coming to the edge of Creggy Creek just where it turns from the mountain, he sat down on the bank, and put liis hot feet in the water. To-morrow he was to be set to plowing with the negroes. “It’s all yer fit for,” his uncle said. *You’d a a chance for West Point, and ye didn’t take it. So you kin kennel with the darkeys for the rest of yer life. I’ll feed you no more. ” John sat moodily flinging pebbles into the water until the dusk came on, and an owl began hoot. Suddenly the boy stood up, trembling with excitement, holding a stone in his hand up to the fast fading light. It shone with a brilliant lustre, like a great drop of dew in the morning sun. As he moved it, it flashed, a blood-red star, in his dirty John had heard of the ruby which had once been found in the next gorge. ‘It was worth thousands of dollars! ” he sobbed rather than spoke. “1 heard Judge Peters tell my uncle there was corundum on his farm, and a ruby is a kind of corun dum. I am rich for life!” He sat down, breathless, carefully rub bing the brilliant lump in his hand, as Aladdin might have done liis lamp. What was West Point to this? Money, beautiful houses, a glimpse of the world, an easy, happy life for himself and Lou! ‘ ‘Poor Lou! I was so cross to her to-day! I’ll go and tell her.” Then he stopped as if Bomebody had struck him. The ruby was not his. He was on Judge Peters’ land. The boy sat down again, and for one whole fipur the tempter §trove with him. If there was one quality strong and dom inant in John Fremoy, it was his honesty. But this was a temptation such as seldom comes in the way of any man The next morning Judge Peters was mounting his horse to go into the village, when a boy came across the yard. He walked quickly, as if driven by some fores behind. The judge waited, one foot in the stirrup. As long as John Fremoy lived, he re membered, like a sudden, terrible picture, the glariug light on the little muddy yard, the staring negro boy holding the horse, the portly, kind-looking man waiting his approach. Treed by Wolves. Wolves have been unusually plenty in portions of Elk and McKean counties, Pa. for some months, and many farmers have lost large numbers of sheep from these bold intruders. Heavy rewards were offered in some instances for the destruction of the animals and many exciting adventures are reported by those who engaged in the search. In a wild part of Elk county it is reported that a pack had repeatedly fol lowed a stage and the inhabitants were kept in a constant state of alarm for fear of being attacked at night by the ravenous beasts. Richard Davidson and Porter binith, of Jeisey Shore, stimulated partly by the large reward and partly by a spirit of adventure, started cut on a grand wolf hunt recently. They proceeded to Elk county by rail, accompanied by a boy about fourteen years of age, who insisted on going along. Leaving the Cara at St. Mary’s they proceeded to the haunts of the wolves in the wilderness, where they had been attracted by the carcass of an ox which had died some days before. They traveled in a light wagon, drawn by two horses of little value, so that in case of disaster the loss would not be heavy. They had abundance of ammunition, two double-barreled rifles, provisions, ropes, axes, etc. Within a short distance of the hunting ground was an old deserted stable, which had been used by a crew of lumber men. The horses and wagon were left there in custody of the boy when they started for the hunting ground, each carry ing a pine board about sixteen feet long, for the purpose of putting up a platform. They found two small trees, about twelve feet apart, where they erected a platform with the plank and rope about fifteen feet above the ground, and to each tree they fastened ropes to assist them up and down. They then started in search of the wolves, leaving their guns on the platform, cau tiously watching each step of the way. Their pockets were filled with assafeetida, in order that the wolves might scent them. They had gone but a short distance when the wolves made their appearance, and they immediately retreated and ascended the platform, when the wolves were at the base of the trees in a few' minutes. They selected four of the pack and shot them at once, when to their discomfiture, they dis covered that through an oversight they had left the ammunition at the stable, and they were without powder or ball, i he pros pect was not cheering. Night was coming on and the cold was severe. They had but little room on the platform to movearo ind, and at the foot of the trees a drove of wolves, which their imagination magnified into almost a legion, were making night hideous with their bowlings and jumping up half way to the platform. They secured themselves to the boards and trees by means of ropes, so that if overcome for want of sleep they might not fall if they should lose their balance. Davidson threw a small piece of meat, strongly seasoned with strychnine, among them, and soon had the satisfaction of seeing one of the number struggling in the agonies of death. Soon after dark the pack was reinforced by three more hungry-looking devils, which had been attracted by the howlings. The night was spent on the platform and it was a night of terror, made all the gloomier by the yells of the infuriated beasts, mad- deued by their ineffectual attempts to reach the scaffold. Some time in the night a portion of them left and the sharp crack of a revolver w r as proof that the boy’s place of refuge had been discovered. About sun rise the remainder departed in the direc tion of the carcass of the ox. Satisfied that they might nsk coming downs, Smith con cluded that he would descend and seek the boy, who had been left in charge of the horses, while Davidson would prepare breakfast. They accordingly came down, and soon a roaring fire was kindled at the boot of a large tree. Smith proceeded in the direction of the stable in quest of the boy and team. A few rods from liis place - T 1 , , T •, . of destination he found a large wolf lying dead, having been shot by the toy, who on their arrival there, was found perched The Bycicle. “Oh, I won’t” j So we started deliberately around the ‘•Place the machine in front of you this j ball, I pumping away solemnly with my way,” says the Professor. “Hold a handle! feet, while he walked rapidly by my side, in each hand, put your left foot on this | holding the untamed steed and keeping it Soft Soap. little projection behind, shove the bycicle ahead and then stand on your left foot, letting the maclr'ne run till it stops.” “Then I won’t begin saddle riding at first?" “How much accident insurance do you carry?” “None.” “Well, then, I wouldn’t if 1 were you. I’d approach the saddle gradually.” 'i I placed both hands as directed: put my feet on the projection; shoved gently ahead with the other foot and then stood up. The recollection 1 have of this incidentis that the numerous windows of the* hall made a sort of rapid torchlight procession around me and then the lion and the lamb lay down together. “Ah, that was first-rate for a beginning*” said the Professor, as he picked up the bi cycle while I dusted myself off. a “Oh, that was a good start, was it?^ inquired. “Yes: you kept on top. Now, many fel lows let the machine tumble on them. Are you ready for the next round?” ‘Not quite. I lost a couple of button —while I look them up would you mind taking a run on the bicycle?” Then the Professor gave it a push, stood on one foot and glided around the rc*om with an ease and grace that was delightful: “No trouble at all,” he remarked as he stood on one foot and glided around the room with an ease and grace that was de lightful. “No trouble at all, ” he remarked as he stood beside me again. “When you find yourself falling just give the wheel a turn in the direction you are going and it will be all right. Keep your eyes fixed on some thing ahead.” I shoved the machine ahead and kept my$ eyes fixed at a window. I felt I was falling against the brichj wall. I turned the wheel in that direction.- I turned not wisely, but too well. As an* eagle swoops downward, so swooped my” two-wheeled demon toward the iron pillars.- “Turn the wheel,” shouted the Profes sor; but self-preservation is the first law of nature. I abandoned the wheel and wild ly clasped the pillar, as if it had been my long lost brother while the bicycle left me,! wabbled and fell with a clatter on the floor. 1 “First rate, good enough,” said the Pro- j Tliere ;ire tliree g^t training-schools for lessor, rubbing his hands cheerfully, as he ! nurses in New York, at Bellevue, theChar- went to the assistance of the bicycle. j jj-y an( j j^ ew York Hospitals. At Bel- Was that a_success, too?” I asked. levue, nine wards of the hospitals arc as- perpendicular. “You can do it all right now if you only think so,” he said on the fifth round. “Well, I don’t think so, I cried. “You hang on to this machine, or I'll massacre you if I live after I get down.” “I’ll not let go unless you want me to,” and thus reassured we went around the room eight times splendidly, although the small boy was grinning about something. The horrible thought nearly paralyzed me. Would he suddenly let go and leave me to my fate? “I guess I’ll get down now,” I said tremulously. “One more turn,” said the Professor, cheerfully, and when we were half way round my worst fears were realized. “You’re doing first rate; keep on,” said the Professor as he coolly took his seat, leaving me on that mechanical Belzebub. " “Help!” I screamed. “Somebody grab this machine! ” But the small boy laughed aloud, and the Profesor callously said, “Go on; go ahead.” I drew up my feet, clutched the handles convulsively, while my hair began to stand on end. The machine slowly stopped, then gently leaned over, with me six feet from the ground, and while I shrieked for help that came not, down we came with a clash like a hundred men in armor. “Perfidious villain!” I shouted, throwing off my vest which was now split up the back, “prepare to die!” “Why didn’t you keep on ” “Why didn’t I keep on?” Why didn’t you hang on?” “I mean why didn’t ypu keep on ” “Nobody could keep on a falling wheel.” “Keep on working the treadles. It was all your lack of confidence.” “It was all my child-like confidence in you. Why did’nt you hang on?” “My dear and excited sir, for the last nine rounds 1 did not have a hand near the machine. Ask the boy. You can ride all right, only you had a touch of stage fright. You see it was a lack of confidence.” “Such was the case, and now I ride the bycicle. A School for Norses. “Oh, yes. Why, you went at least twenty feet as straight as a line. But you’re too ambitious. Jf I were you I would’nt try going around the posts just yet for awhile.” signed to the use of the school. The course j»of training is a thorough one. Besides bedside instruction from the house staff and lectures from the surgeons and physicians on points connected with the care of the “Well, now that you mention it—I won’t. r sick, lessons in bandaging and the cooking Would you have the kindness to see if I .of invalid fare are given, and constant have bent that pillar any? I feel too! practice in the nursing of surgical and med- excited and confused for a critical ex- \ icul cases is kept up. The board, lodging animation.” I and washing of course is provided. Two “Oh the post is used to those affection- j years is the term of service, the first being ate advances,” said he as I walked across I devoted to training and the second to prac- the room to pick up my hat. tical nursing, either as head nurses or as Again I shoved the machine forward and ] attendants to pri-nue cases outside the hos- o-azed ahead. Wo trundled aloug as if we; pital. Ten dollars a mouth is paid the first, were made for each other until we had j and $16 the second year. The charges for gone about half the length of the room, 1 reside nursing go to the hospital, which is when I stepped down and brought it ready to furnish private invaJ ids with standstill. j nurses on reasonable terms. The Charity “Oh, pshaw,” cried the Professor, “why Hospital school is under the authority of didn’t you keep it up? you were doing splen- the Commissioners of Charities and Correc- Kissler wanted to go down to Plymire’s spring house and get some milk to drink, but Chaplin and Wylie opposed it. After much argument on both sides we at last started. It was about midnight, and ws were as hungry as lean pups. For four hours we had 3een running over the hille hunting coons; at the present time we were near Laycock’s dam, about two miles from home. We had had some fun and had sue ceeded pretty well. The question had arisen whether w;e would return to town, or eat some and remain until towards morn ing. We were divided on the subject, but as most young persons dislike stepping a good thing in the middle, the majority of us concluded to remain, and the rest, rather than go home by themselves, staid with us. Hart took the lead and we were steered straight for the spring house. It was far enough away from the dwelling to keep from beine discovered, and we did not use any caution in our approach, everything was quiet, the saliva was already creeping out of the corners of our mouths at'the pros pect of filling our hungry stomachs. The door opened and we stepped in. There was ranged on the floor yesterday’s milk, morning’s milk, evening’s milk, but very little else. We expected more, we knew the habit of farmers, making a kind of cel lar, pantry, and store closet out of their spring house, and looked for an abundance here. We were sadly disappointed. Only one loaf of bread could be found, it was quickly cut into six slices, each two inches thick, and we began to gnaw. We sat down on the ground outside of the house, each with a crock of milk in his lap, and angry because the churning was not done that day. “Well I’ve got a good lot of rich milk and don’t want any butter,” said Kissler. “Weil,” said Hart, “this has been skim med on the top, turned over and skimmed on the bottom, and split, and skimmed in the middle. It’s as blue as rinse water, I never saw such stuff.” “Where is Chaplin?” said I. “Here I be.” His voice came from the house. “I’ve tapped it. ‘Hot man!’ but it’s good, Blackberry jam.” None of us had eaten more than two bites; so we hurried in to cover the rest with a splendid substitute for butter. No spoon could be found, and we just dipped our hands into the crock and piled our slices full. One fellow even swore be cause there were no side boards on liis slice so that he could pat on more. 1 was the last to get at the crock, but there was plenty left for me. When I reached the door to go out, there was an awful fuss going on. One or two were swearing like sailors, while Chaplin was rolling on the grass and holding his sides with laughter. I could not understand “what w;is up” until I took a bite. We all had spread erur pieces with soft soap. Egyptian Cats. ped and was silent. He had Iris little speech all ready, but his tongue was stiff, and his throat parched. Well, my Doy, what is it?” asked the judge. John thrust out his hand. “A ruby sir. It’s worth a great many thousand dollars. I found it on your land.” Judge Peters took the stone and examin ed it eagerly. Then he turned to John, and looked at him as curiously. ‘Why didn’t you keep it, if it is worth so much?” “I had a mind to. But it’s yours.” He turned awjiy. “Stop, boy! "Who are you!” “John Fremoy, sir.” “Oho! TJncle Job spoke of you to me. You are uncommonly quick at figures, eh?” “If I am, I am a dunce at everything else. If I had not been, I might have gone to West Point.” “Ye-es,” looking thoughtfully at John. “Very well,' Fremoy; I’m very much pleased with honesty. Good-morning;’ and the judge rode abruptly away. He rode direct to Uncle Job’s house and was closeted with him for an hour. The next day the village was electrified by hearing that Judge Peters was going to take John Fremoy to Annapolis to pass an examination in the engineers’ department at the Naval Academy, and that Lou was to be put to school in Raleigh by the same kind friend. John Fremoy is now a middle-aged man, -‘Qh yes, 1. reckon he could,” groaned j mnki hi h his profe ssion. ~ He met Loii. .“But only think of West Poiut, • j uc ig e Peters about a year ago, at his sis- cT “You’d be a gentleman and a sold- 5 -- J - - - • on the top of the stable, safe, but almost frozen. In the stable were two wolves that had been so badly hurt by the horses m their struggles to escape that it was but the work of a moment to kill them. One of the horses had been killed and was par tially devoured; the other was loose in the stable and bitten some, but not seriously hurt. After seasoning the carcass of the dead horse abundantly with strychnine they started back to the platform, carrying with them their ammunition. Driving there they partook of breakfast and then slept a few hours, each watching and sleeping al ternately. About noon they concluded to start for home, having stripped the dead wolves of their hides in the morning. Ar riving at the stable four of the largest of the pack were found there, but were almost dead from eating the poisoned carcass of the horse. They were killed at once. It was now tolerably certain that the pack had been destroyed. With thirteen hides and scalps the hunters reached home, having received a bounty of $130, and the skins are estimated as worth at least $50 more, making a pretty successful trip after pay ing for the old horse. Detecting an Impostor. Jack ier and see the world: An’ ef you don’t get it—why, then—” “Then Uncle Bill’ll set me to plowin’ with the niggers in the fall. He said only this momin’ he wasted enough money on our schoolin’ and you and I be to go to work to earn our salt. ” John took up the book and went at the lesson with a desperate energy, while Lou sat crying silently. The children were orphans, and lived with their uncle, a farmer, on Mt. Craggy. He was wretchedly poor, like the other mountaineers, and was, besides, a coarse, hard-uatured man. The school-bell rang. “It’s com’n’ now,” said John, as he got up and shut his boola. “You’re powerful on ritlunetic, Johnny; mind that! Jest you keep up!” eagerly whispered Lou, running aloug beside him. The boys crowded ifato the hot little school-house, and the girls followed, ex cepting Lou, who hung back, and finally went to the wood-pile again. She knew ihe should not be missed, and she could Nellie wag looklng at -Woolf’s not bear to hear Johns examination. n ..., . \r_ T Ar h. in . The poor little girl had but one friend ! W l *d Amjimls when Hr. JorkiM called, in the world—her brother. She sat down, house—for Lou married a planter in Virginia, and is a happy wife and mother. I have often wondered, judge,” he said, “why you befriended me as you did. I certainly was a dunee as far as Latin was concerned, arid 'Uam oof af all 8ure tbat I am accurate aborit the CarloviDgian dynasty yet.” “Honesty is a rarer quality than good scholarship, and more useful in the world, Fremoy.” “And—another question—is not that the ruby I found which you wear on your watch-chain?” “Yes.’ “May I look closely at it ?” The judge hesitated, then laughed, and gave it to him. “Why, it is only colored quartz!” ex claimed Fremoy. ‘ ^ es, but it is more valuable to me than any jewel, for it gave me an honest man for a friend. * That Old Bore Jorklns,’* her hands shaking as if she had a chill. . .“He’ll fail 1” she said, looking up to the sky and talking aloud. “I can’t stand it Heavenly Father! I can’t! ” As with most Southern children, “Heav enly Father” was very real to Lou. Then she began to pray, fast and hard, to this far-away friend in the sky, to help John. “Oh dear! Only get him over the Latin and them Yirgians! He’ll manage the ’ritK&eJie himself.” She sat there an hour or more, hearing only a droning voice now and "then from the open windows. At last there was a and appealed to that gentleman to ex plain one of the pictures. “That is a wild boar,” saidhe, and the little lady looked at it thoughtfully and re plied: *‘It don’t look like you, does it Mr. Jorkins?” “I hope not,” responded the guest. “Why?” “Because,” said the artless infant, “Mamma said when your card was sent up, ‘There is that old bore Jorkins again.” And it was a full minute before mamma’s frozen low thawed sufficiently io inform the nurse it was Kellie’s bedtime. While attending college, our friend An derson filled up his vacation with school teaching, finding opportunity to keep the late summer term of the village school at Waterford. Things went on swimmingly. The location was pleasant, the scholars were good-natured, and the pay was fair, length, however, there came a hitch. One bright, balmy morning, the scholars found written upon the door of the school-house, in plain characters, “No skulk to da.” The spelling was faulty, but the informa tion conveyed was cheering, and away went the jubilant youngsters over the hills for a day’s sport. On the following morning the teacher entered the school-room with a portentous frown upon his brow. The no tice of the previous day, under the cover of which more than half of his school had stayed away, had been the work of an im postor. And how was the impostor to be detected ? A scrutiny of the sober, guile less faces before him satisfied Anderson that ordinary inquiries would effect nothing. Gradually the frown disappeared, and he went on with the usual exercises as though nothing had happened out of the way. To wards the close of the afternoon session, he bade the scholars put away their books, and take their writing slates. Hejwould exercise them in writing sentences. Several simple sentences were given out and written down. Finally he gave them to write: “Good boy8 love their school.” When this had been written the teacher , proceeded to ex amine the slates. About a dozen of the tow-headed urchins had submitted the result of their efforts, and had their bad spelling corrected. Next came Peter Mac wash, a lad of twelve years, chubby and rugged. His spelling was excellent. It met the case in hand exactly. He had spelt school— * l 8-k-u~l-e. ” Peter could not deny the charge thus cunningly fastened upon him. He was the impostor. And as a reward for his caligraph effort upon the school-house door, he had a nice new birch en rod expended upon his back. didly.” “Pretty well done, wasn’t it?” “Well, of course.” “Well, I thought there was no use over doing a good thing. The machine was just giving a list over towards that last post. I didn’t wan’t too conclude the thing too abruptly, you know.” Thus endeth the first lesson. All next day I felt kind as if I had been in a fight in which the other party was vic torious. It was a week before I climbed those stairs again. ‘Ah,” said the Professor as I entered. “I thought you were discouraged. Since you were up here last, that tall journalist—on the other paper, was here and would you believe it, he mastered the bicycle in half an hour—yes, sir.” “Oh, well, he has an advantage over me. He can just put down his feet and let the tallest bicycle run from under him.” “Yes, I know, but he’s not a man to take an advantage of any one. He went through all the regulation tumbles with as much de cision as you did.” As I did? 1 thought you said I did first rate before?” *Oh, well, so you did—so you did; on tumbles you know. You tumble, don’t you?” Lead out your steed.” Yes, sir, he went clear over the head of the tallest machine we have—twice. Mag nificent falls! Last time he went smash through that door carrying everything be fore him. You noticed we had new door, didn’t you? But he rode around every post in the hall before he quit.” A new bicycle was now before me. The other one had been used up in the interim. “Try that one-foot business again.” I tried it; and when he lifted the bicycle from above me, I 'realized how much a person can forget in a week. “You should h^ve turned the wheel in the direction you were going to fall,” he said in a tone of mild reproof. “What do you do when you know you are falling in three different directions?” I asked reproachfully. After being able to gmde the machine around the room, standing on one foot, the next feat is to get jnto the saddle. A feeling of utter hopelessness seizes the daring man who finds himself on this per ilous perch. But the secret of safety is to turn in the direction you are falling, and by and by you can run along with the byci cle, step on the projection, and slip into the saddle, while the apparently unconscious machine whirls around the room. Whenever you begin to feel the least conceited about your exploits the malignant machine gives a series of mixed up wobbles that bewilders you, while you frantically turn the wheel right and left, and at least find yourself on the floor with the bycicle beside you. And then another exasperating thing is the advent of the small boy. Just as you are all perspiration, with suspenders broken, buttons missing, .collar undone, wrestling with the bicycle, a small boy with long legs comes in, wheels oqt a machine, hops on it like a bird on a pejph, folds his arms and whirls .around room with pitying glances at the ftfftas you are having. Then lie will. winfill and out between the pillars, likejii accomplished skater, and again wilLjdjSrh&ps stand in the saddle, or place hiidBt fe* high as his head on the handle .igie machine, which acts all the while aslSlliBre was no such thing as the law of graviffition. How I did hate that talented little wretch! “Now,” said the Professor, leading out the tallest machine he had, “get into the saddle here, while I hold the bycicle.” I would have flatly refused if that bey had not been present. “Place your feet firmly on the treadles and work as if you were on the road. I will keep the machine from falling. “Now don’t let go of it.” tion. The instruction is in special forms of medical and surgical nursing, the term of tuition the same as that at Bellevue, and the pay ten and fifteen dollars a month, with board and washing. Pupils must be over twenty and under thirty-five years old, and must present with their applications for instruction certificates of moral and physical soundness from a responsible citi zen and a doctor. Services in the wards of the hospital and the lying-in wards of the Maternity Hospital, and lectures on the various branches of nursing form the curri culum. Frequent examinations are held by the chief of staff of Charity Hospital. At the expiration of the second year, diplo mas are given to those qualified. The same course of practical instruction, extending over the same length of time, is given at the New York Hospital. There are, too, elementary lessons in anatomy, physiology and hygiene. One month of each year must be spent in the kitchen and one in the laundry. The instructions in the kitchen consist of plain cooking and all the varie ties of special diet, from gruels up. That in the laundry comprises plain and fancy washing and ironing. Competent chiefs in each department act as tutors. At the eud of the first year a second class is formed, and the nurses of the first class become heads of the wards for next year. An ex amination and diploma end the term. The classes are limited to twelve students each, of from twenty to thirty years old, in good health and with a fair English education. Certificates of character are also in rule. Applications for admission to the New Y T ork Hospital school are made to the board. The lady Superintendent has charge of that department for Bellevue, and chief of staff of the Charity Hospital passes on applicants for that course whom, on approval, he turns over to the Board of Commissioners for final indorsement. Medical men speak in the highest terms of these schools and their systems of instructions, and they are said to have done incalculable good in raising what was up to a few years ago a mere trade to the level of an honorable and use ful business, or rather profession. The Egyptians are tho first people among whom we find notices of the cat. It figures largely upon the monuments as a domestic pet, and was honored when dead. Comi cal stories are told by Herodotus of the anxiety to save the cats when a house caught fire, and of tho ^of who- aioa. The cat seems to have served as a retriever in fowling expeditions, and even in fishing. It seems strange that no mention of the cat occurs in the Bible or in any Assyrian re cord. Even in India, Prof. Max Muller is quoted as saying that it was but recently known as a domestic animal. Its Sanscrit name is marjara, from a root meaning to clean, from the creature’s habit of licking herself at her toilot. Her mousing habits were well known to the Romans, and even to the Etruseans, as shown by antique gems and even wall-paintings. The mouse-killer domesticated among the Greeks, called gale described by Aristotle, and humorously re ferred to by Aristophanes in the “Peace,” has been shown by Professor Rolleston to have been our white breasted marten, {Martee foina,) a different animal from the gale agra or iktis, which was larger, and a great lover of honey as well as a killer of birds. Mr. Houghton dwells upon the remarkably scanty occurrence in Latin writers of the word felis or feles, Cicero using it but once, and that when speaking of Egyptian cats. Ovid in a single passage speaks of a mythological felis, into which the sister of Phoebus was changed. Be- sideg the cat, the Egyptians domesticated the ichneumon, popularly known as Pharoh’s rat, which is still to be seen in houses at Cairo. Out in tbe Boat. Wooden Bunions. The Good Samaritan. Oberlin, the well-known philanthropist of Steinthal, while yet a candidate for the ministry, was travelling on the occasion from Strasbourg. It was in the winter time. The ground was deeply covered with snow and the roads were almost im passable. He had reached the middle of his journey and was among the mountains, but by that time was so exhausted that he could stand up no longer. He was rapidly freezing to death. Sleep began to overcome him; all power to resist had left him. He commended himself to God and yielded to what he felt to be the sleep of death. He knew not how long he slept, but suddenly became conscious of some one rousing him and waking him up. Before him stood a wagon driver in his blue blouse aud the wagon not far away. He gave him a little wine and food and the spirit of life returned. He then helped him on the wagon and brought him to the next village. The rescued man was pro fuse in his thanks and offered money, which his benefactor refused. “It is only a duty to help one another.” said the wagoner, “and it is the next thing to an insalt to offer a reward for such a service. “Then,” replied Oberlin, *-at least tell me your name, that I may have you iu thankful remembrance before God.” “I see,” said the wagoner, “that you are a minister of the Gospel; please tell me the name of the Good Samaritan.” “That,” said Oberlin, “1 cannot do, for it was not put on record.” “Then,” ieplied the wagoner, “until you can tell me his name, permit me to with hold mine.” “Come—it's time to go out!” I was in a snug berth on board the Seneca and it was midnight in New York. The patrol were all ready for their usual trip, and after a cup of hot coffee to keep the chills off we took our seats in the stout, fast-running row-boat alongside the steamer- It was a gloomy, squally December night, and the men were muffled to their eyes. ‘ ‘J ust the night for ’em to come out! ” whispered the sergeant as we shot out into the current. “I’d give a new hat if we could run* across some king-bee to-night.” There were dim lights on board the craft in the stream, and brighter ones at the fer ries, but yet it was pitchy-dark along the wharves and I wondered how the boat felt her way as she did. “Go ahead—stop—gently—easy now— back her—go ahead! ” and we pulled into slips, backed out, ran under the wharves and turned corners to avoid barges lying at the docks. Near the Sectional docks, on South street a wharf was covered with coffee, tea, spices and other valuable freight. The tall masts of the great India traders pierced the black sky, but there was no stir on board as we pulled past them and rested for a moment under the stem of a great iron steamer fresh through the Suez Canal with a load of tea. “Hist! cautioned the sergeant, as we hung there and peered into the darkness. The fierce tide gurgled and foamed around the piles, but over and above that sound was another—that of a saw. Once we heard the sound, we could keep it above all others. Every man held his breath for a long minute. “Some thief under there!” whispered the sergeant, “aud there may be hot work here! You’d better take this revolver!” The boat was now worked along by hand m the direction of the noise, and presently we were under the wharf and in the darkest place I ever saw. It was delicate work to force the boat along from pile to pile and keep her from bumping as the swells washed her about, but the sounds of the saw grew plainer. It was destined that I was to be the Jonah of the expedition. While grasping a brace to help steady the boat I disturbed a heap of dust and got a big breath of it. I felt that I musl sneeze, and I dropped into the boat, pulled my nose and tried to adjourn the catastrophe. It was no use. That sneeze seemgd to start clear back of my ears. I muffled my face in the lappel of a police overcoat, but when the climax came it was a “kachee?” which could have been heard half-way over to Brooklyn. “Up with the lantern—pull ahead!” was the command, but the sneeze had accom plished its work. There was some one un der there with a boat but he had time to get away. ‘Up and down, weaving in and out, watching and listening and peering—halt ing now and then to speak with a private watchman—going ahead at full speed to overhaul some craft —it was a night full of strange, queer sensations, and 1 did not re joice with the police when daylight came. BRIEFS. Freaks of a Corpse. The meanest man lives in Fond du Lac, and his name is Captain Mangan. A few days ago a poor, unsophisticated com doc tor struck that town and began a business career. He was one of those innocent- minded, unsuspicious corn doctors that stand on a dry-goods box on a street-corner with a lighted torch at mght, and plead for suffering humanity and twenty-five cents. He had no idea there were base, designing men in the world, or he would have entered the ministry and tried to lead them to better life. He was a very beau tiful young man, and his conversational powers were rare and of a high order. In his audience, cne evening, was this Cap tain Mangan we were telling about, who was all tliroughthe war—not in the commis sary department—and got shot full of holes and maimed for life. The captain told the com doctor that he had been a great sufferer, and money would be no object if he could get relief from a bunion that was dragging him down to a premature grave. The young man came down off his dry-goods box, remarking that he didn’t want any thing softer than that bunion, and Captain Mangan pulled off his boot and sock. There is no question but that the men who make artificial feet and legs nowadays have got the thing down to a science. The com doctor gave the foot a close examination— as close as he thought was necessary—and then turned away like one overwhelmed by some ereat sorrow, some secret grief which he cannot confide to others, but must carry hidden in his own bosom, while he walks up and down the earth till death comes to his relief. Mighty Sadden. Not long ago Mr. J. McCloud, of Faulk- »r county, * died of rheumatism of the stomach. A large party volumesod to sit up with the*corpse, and when nighi came many sad faces of many sad women and men were seen, sallowed by the mel lowing light of tallow candles. The min ister came, and enteringthe room remarked: Earth to earth and ashes to ashes.” The corpse lay on a table covered with a sheet. ‘He has gone over the road we must all travel,” said the minister. A night-bird, with a mournful cry, answered. A daugh ter of the deceased came in with an apron- full of tea-cakes, which, with a slow shuffle she distributed around the room.—We should prepare to follow him,” said the minister, expletively, blowing cake crumbs toward the corpse as though he wished his words to waft away with winning sweetness. The night-bird again cried out, and the company sat silently, chewing cake. “I thought I saw the sheet move,” said one of the watchers. “See if there is a cat under it.” The company sat still. “I am confident that the sheet moved,” said the man. The minister arose and lifted the sheet, and standing, he looked at the pallid face of the dead man. The corpse’s head left the table. The minister fell back. Stiff, stark and terrible the corpse slowly arose from the table and attained a sitting posture. The legs remained stretched out and the arms remained folded. The women shrieked and ran from the room, and the minister, reprimanding them for their weak ness and want of confidence climbed a fence and stood in a turnip patch. When the frightened people saw that the corpse did not intend to follow, they went back into the house. The corpse still retained the upright, rigid posture, still as the attitude struck by an amateur on the stage. With fears somewhat allayed, minister the ad vanced and placing a hand on the dead man’s breast, pressed him backward. Propor tionately as his nead went down, his heels came up, and when his head touched the board, his heels were high in the air. The cause of the dead man’s freak was then dis covered. The muscles of the stomach, dis£ torted by rheumatism, were contracting. It required the efforts of two men to straighten the corpse. A gentleman who was present declares he never spent such a fearful night, and with Clarence adds: “I would not pass another such night, though ’twere to buy a world of happy days; so full of dismal terror was the-time.” An eminent divine from New England, travelling in Texas for his health, impaired by arduous clerical duties, upon ar riving at one of the towns, went in search of the barber’s shop for repairs and im provements. On entering an establish ment of this kind, he observed a big double barrelled gun leaning against the wall. Having a constitutional awe of fire-arms, he hastily asked the barber If the gun were loaded. A half-shaved native, who occu pied the chair, turned around his lather- beaten face and exclaimed: “Stranger! if you’re in an ill-fired hurry, you’ll find a six-shooter what is loaded m my coat-tail pocket. ” This recalls another story of an English tourist who proposed to visit Ark ansas, and asked a citizen if ha ought to provide himself with a revolver. “Wall,” replied the citizen, “ye mout not want one for a month, and ye mout not want one for Soon he had driven out of sight, and three months, but ef ever ye did want it Oberlin never saw him again. | yon’d want it mignty sudden* Go On, Father. A rich eitizen of Detroit lay upon his dy ing bed. All his lifetime he had been known as a sound business man, and oft and again his fellow-citizens had come to him foi business advice. He was dying in his old age, but yet his intellect was bright and sound. When he knew that he had but a few hours to live he called liis only son to him and said: George, I am going to die, and before I go I want to speak a few words with you. You have neither trade nor profession; you simply wander up aud down, squandering all the money you can get hold of. In the last ten years I have given you over $12, 000. What has become of it?” ‘Gone up the spout! ” was the mournful reply- ‘But I shall not upbraid you, ’ continued the father. “I have made a will. I had five lawyers work at it for a week, and I believe it is sound- I am worth half a million dollars. 1 have willed you one- fourth of this amount, and given your mother " “You haven’t gone and willed her the big cud, have you?” interrupted the son. ‘George, I thought it was best, and I now ask you to promise me that ’’ “Can’t do it—can’t possibly do it father!” “George, won’t you promise me to stop drinking?” “Oh, that’s it? Yes, father, I promise all my heart. I thought you wanted to bind me not to set up a plea of insanity amd bust that will into the middle of next week in about a York minute. Go on, father;” —Robert Kidd, 105 years old, is tho oldest man in Texas . —Total debt of Alabama U $7,603,000, annual interest, $171,200. —There are 4G rolling mills in Ohio, 32 ot which are in operation. —France abolished Mie f lave trade, so far as In her power, in 1815. —Windmills were first known in Spain, France and Germany in 12S9. —The city of Boston has grown from 783 acres in 1790 to 22,692 acres In 1380. —General Purvience has been ap pointed receiver of the Butler (Pa.) Bank. —American sweet potatoes and cran berries are becoming popular in Eng lish markets. —The furnace of a smelting works in Jersey City is to be run with tar as fuel, insread of coal. —The .-Etna furnace at Rome, Ga., is turning out an average of 12 tons of pig iron per day. —The rolling-mills of Chicago now employ over 3,060 men, and are run ning night aud day. —M>. George W. Childs has a mania for clocks. He has ten in his office and thirty in his house. —Boots and shoes for dolis are turn ed out by one London house at the rate of 1,000 pair a week. —Robert A. Lamberton, President elect of Lehigh University, Pa., is in his fifty-sixth year. —Cruclfieation, as a criminal punish ment, was very common four or five hundred years B. C. —The prospective bride of Ulysses S. Grant, Jr.. Miss Flood, is to receive $2,500,000 as a wedding gift. —Prof. Tyndall has been delivering scientific lectures to children at the Royal Institute, in London. —The first building of the Egyptian pyramids is supposed to have beeu about 1500 years before Christ. —Since 1869 the Pacific Railroad has landed 472,811 passengers in San Fran cisco and brought away 280,863. —The English Wesleyans are getting up a thanksgiving fund, to which no less than $1,177,825 has been promised. Mr. Cutler of the Kova Scotia Leg islature has been a member of that body for forty-two years, and is now 96 years of age. —Alabama was originally a portion of Georgia. It was admitted into the Union in 1820, with a population of 128,000. —Iowa had 2,100 granges with a membership of40,000 in 1872, but now there are but 200 societies and 5,000 grangers. —No wine was produced in France in the time ot the Roman occupancy. The art of making wine was -Hiaced Li luata. Excess in dress was restrained bj law in England under Edward IV., 1465, and again in the reign of Eliza beth iu 1574. —One firm in Baltimore has made a contract for 300,000 tons of iron and iron ore, and another lor 140,000 from English ports. —kuma hss abandoned.the seheme of its proposed World’s Fair for 1882, as Milan proposes holding a great national fair in the same year. —America imported from Europe last year 29,641s396 gallons of wine, an increase over the importation of 1878 of nearly 15,000,000 gallons. Michigan University has 1,397 stu dents, the largest number of any American college. Columbia pays its professors the largest salaries. —Tho Lake Shore and Michigan Southern Railroad Company has given orders to increase the wages and salar ies of the 10,000 employes 5 per cent. —It is estimated that there are 10,000 well-educated young men in Paris who, for want ef more lucrative employ ment, accept a franc per day as copyists. —The depositors in the Glasgow bank, which failed in 1877, will be paid in full, the amount of $45,000,000. The 1,700 stockholders are personally liable. Between 6,000 and 7,000 seamans’ libraries are kept on the water by the American Seaman’s Friend Society, the number of volumes being over 300,000. —A stock company is being formed in Rochester, with a capital of $100,000, to put down salt wells near Wyoming. Ten acres of land have been leased, and two large springs of fresh water. —Col. Wellesley, son-in-law of Lord Augustus Lofcus, who created a scan dal last year by eloping with a danseuse, lias been dropped from the list ot A. D. C.’s. to the Queen. He is Colonel of the Coldstream Guards. , —Over 200,000 car loads of live and dressed poultry are carried into New York City yearly, and 25,000,000 dozen of eggs to the same market. Accord ing to best estimates the United States produce 9,000,000 of eggs aunually. ■Michigan is a good State to live in. Her debt is only $890,000, while there Is $904,000 in the sinking fund to meet it. Another evidence of thrift is the building of the State Capitol for $15,000 less than the appropriation for building it. —The largest cities in the world have the following populations: London, 3,500,000; Paris, 1,851,000; Vienna, 1,181,000: New York, without Brook lyn, 1,060,000; Berlin, 1,044,000; Can ton, l,000j000; Shanhowfoo, 1,000,000; and Sigafoo, 1,000. —In the reign of Louis XIV France had a population of 19,000.006, England 8,000,000, and Germany 19,000,000. In 1780 France had 26,000,000, England 12,000,000 and Germany 28,000,000. Under Napoleon I. France had 29,000,- 000 and England 19,000,000. —The potato crop ot the country is estimated at 181,369,000 bnsheU. Com pared with 1S78 there was an increase of 3 per cent, in acreage, and the yield is estimated by the Department of Ag riculture at 98 bushels per acre, against 69 bushels lost year, and 94 in 1874. —There Is a rumor that Hon. Eu gene Hale will be compelled to move permanently Irom his home In Maine and take up his abode in the State of Michigan. The great estate left by Senator Chandler requires constant at tention, and Mr. Hale will be forced to devote all his time to it. —During 1879 the births in Rome numbered 7,987 of which 7,98 0 were among the resident populatln. The deaths among residents were 6,714. On Dec. 31,1879, the population numbered 298,960, an increase of 9,639 over 1878. Since 1371 the population hasincreased by 54,476, mainly bv immigration. —The Victoria, Australia, Year Book lor 1878-9 shows that In 1856 Vic toria produced 2,9S5,735 ounces of gold; in 1866,1,478,280 ounces, and in 1878 only 765,270 ounces. In 1856 there were only 179,983 acres of land in cul tivation, while in 1878 there were 1,- 609,878. The population is only 900,000.