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9\ <c f 1 1 J / 9 ; S' i-~ ©Iw CfdartflttJa ^dvrrtisfr. Office, WAREHOUSE STREET, v Om Door north of Cotton Warehouse. Official Journal of Folk and Haralson Counties. Advertisements inserted at the rate of fl per square for first insertion, and 50 cents per square for each subsequent insertion. The space of one inch is reckoned as a square. Special rates given on advertisements to run for a longer period than one month. The Cedartown Advertiser. D. B. FREEMAN, Publisher. LABORING FOR THE COMMON WEAL. TERMS: $150 Fer Annum, in Advance, OLD SERIES—VOL. X- NO. 21. CEDARTOWN. GA., THURSDAY, JUNE 21. 1883. NEW SERIES—VOL. V-NO. 28. THE GHOST. Hushed and still, Jeweled night, with opal moon, Reigns, at her impressive noon, Clear and chill. As I sit At the open window here, Fancied faces, dim and queer, Past me flit. Murmurs dread, From the brooding willow there, Moan a cadence of despair For the dead. Hark! a sound! In the moonlight mottled street, Rumbling wheels and lioof-strokes fleet Shake the ground. At the gates Something pauses. Naught is seen, Though in moonbeams’ whitest shell Something waits. HushI I hear Rustle of a silken train, Dainty steps, a sob of pain, Who is here? Shallows thrown From the willow weirdly fall, Dance and linger on the wall, Shades alone. Faint and rare Steals a perfume thought the room Wafted from the gathered gloom Over there. Fancies dread Echo from a story old, Weeping willow would unfold Of the dead. COFPERFIEU) COURT. It would lie diffcult to point out the exact spot where Copperfield Court once stood. Suffice it to say that the metropolis has been robbed of its existence a great many years ago. It was no thoroughfare, being only a sort of bay out of a once great, fashion able river of a street. It held six houses, two on each side and two across the end, and there was a placard bearing the words, “No pedlars permitted to enter.” Number one contained old Mr. Flack and his wife, but they were each seven ty years old, and rheumatic. Number two sheltered the deformed little librarian of a certain library in the city, and his consumptive young sister, Number three held—how, they only knew—a schoolmaster’s widow and her l'onr daughters. Number four was occupied by an old lady who had a son at .sea, an officer on a vessel in the navy. He was always being expected home, and brandies of coral, Chinese curiosi ties and boxes of foreign jellies and con serves attested to the fact that he did return occasionally, but the chances were that he would be in mid-ocean at any given date. N umber live was occupied by Miss Cornelia Copperfield, a single lady of eiglit-and-forty, and a very old poodle. And number six, being haunted, was left to its ghost. Probably want of patronage rather than the placard hanisBbd the pedlars. ' The reason why Copperfield Court people set their faces se sternly against pedlars was that they were not genteel. And the people of Copperfield Court were genteel or notliing. Its occupants all lived ou limited in comes, and not one of the ladies had even earned a i>eimy in her life. Mr. Flack had a pension under the Government. The librarian was connected with a wonderfully genteel society. A naval officer’s mother is a pefson of position. And so is a schoolmaster’s widow sometimes. And Miss Cornelia Copperfield was the poor relation of the magnificent Copperfield who owned the court, was said to he worth a million, and who had presented the small dwelling in which Miss Cornelia lived to his cousin, her mother, a lady always alluded to by Miss Cornelia as “my late ’ma.” A ghost is seldom vulgar, though sometimes alarming, and the ghost at number six was that of a bankrupt bank er who had shot himself. Occasionally a carriage, with several men in livery perched upon it, paused at the entrance to the court, and a fat lady, in fine clothes, and a thin gentleman, with a great diamond on his bosom, en tered Miss Cornelia Copperfield’s door. It was then whispered through tlie eoiut that that lady’s “family” had cal led upon her. This might have continued for many years but that Mrs. Rooney came into her grandfather’s property, after hav ing quite given up to the idea of his decease, for he lived to be a hundred and two years of age, minus a few months, the exact number of which may easily he obtained by a reference to the regis ter’s hook at Somerset House. Feeling herself entitled to be a landed proprietor, she employed an agent to buy her a bit of a house. The agent having looked about him, proposed No. 6, Copperfield Court. • Mr. Copperfield, weary of a tenant who paid no rent—we allude to the banker’s ghost—agreed to the price of fered, and one morning the housekeep ers of the court peeped through their green blinds upon the arrival of Mrs. Rooney’s household goods; and two boarders came with Mrs. Rooney. One was a young man who habitually wore a red shirt. The other was a foreigner in a shabby old black. He looked genteel but alas! appear ances are deceitful. On the morning after his arrival he was seen to leave the court bearing a small tray on which were ranged in rows pipes of all sorts, except very costly ones. They were china pipes, with painted flowers upon them, the humble clay uu- deen, and others more or less aristocra tic. Pedlars were not admitted to the court, but one had come thereto reside. “That I am alive to-day,” said the schoolmaster’s widow, “is a proof that one can live through anything.” As for Miss Copperfield, she shut her self up in her flowery chintz bower, and seemed inclined to remain there for ever. A week passed. One night Miss Copjierfield was awak ened by awful groans. She started up in bed and listened. The groaning was at her window; she also heard raps. She went to the window. Within a foot of it she saw a face— her next door neighbor’s, the pedlar of pipes. “What do you want?” she asked sharply. “Pardon, madame,” replied a weak ^ voice, with a stroiig French accent, “pardon, but I have some colics.” “Colics?” repeated Miss Copperfield. “Vera bad,,’ responded the neighbor. “I expire of pain, and Madame Rooney goes of her cousin’s child to the funeral, and in ze house is no one. “Perhaps you vill ’ave a leetle eau He vie—brandee. “Eh! you comprehend, madame?” “Yes, yes,” said Miss Copperfield to whom returned a memory of genteel lessons in French, taken in her earlier days. “We, Monshure; jer comprany—jer —” but the elegant memory was but a faint one,and she added, “I don’t know about brandy- -perhaps I have a little. “I will see.” “Madame is an angel,” responded the neighbor. Miss Copperfield brought the brandy— about half a gill in a cologne bottle—and presented it on a small fire-shovel. The neighbor, thanking her in a pro fusion of complimentary French, retir ed, but soon was heard to groan again more dismally than before. Are you worse?” called the lady through the shutters.- I am vera bad,” piped the sufferer, in an anguished falsetto. “Perhaps a mustard plaster might relieve,” suggested Miss Copperljeld. “Per’aps,” moaned the Frenchman. Miss Copperfield, who was really a tender-hearted soul, instantly rushed to her tiny kitchen, and soon approached the window again with the plaster be tween two soup dishes. Placing them on the shovel, she wav ed it before her neighbor’s window. “The plaster,” she said. The plaster was taken with many thanks. Shortly the groans ceased. Was he dead or relieved of pain, this man who had called her an angel? She called softly, “Are you better?” “All, yes. replied the voice. “Zeplas- taire Ls ’eavenly, like madame.” Miss Copiierfield retired. Early the next morning a taj) came on her door. It was her neighbor, with her plates well washed and her bottle refilled. He had come to overflow with grati tude. He declared that he should have ex pired but for her most amiable conduct, her delightful mustard-plaster, and he ended by a narrative of his own life, his fallen fortunes, and how he came to peddle pipes. “I say to myself, what mattair vere no one knows me?” he said. “Still, madame, I am a gentleman; zat I would ’ave you know.” “I am sure of it, “ said Miss Copper- field. Her guest departed. Miss Copperfield sat thinking. What handsome eyes he had! What a nice nosel How romantic to fall from the aris tocracy to pipes! How he had looked at her! All, Miss Copperfield, who had held herself too aristocratic for every suitor of her youth, found herself blushing. again. He brought with him an offering, an ivory nut thimble, in a case shaped like an acorn. Shortly, a sort of scandal spread through the neighborhood. The pedlar, the vulgar pedlar, called on Miss Copperfield! He took tea with her on Sunday after noon! Could such things be? The family heard of it. It called in its coach, with its red- eockaded footmen. It ascended the steps. It seated it self in her parlor. It was largely represented. Two stout ladies, two stout gentle men, and a very old lady, with a face like crumpled parchment. They filled Miss Copperfield’s chintz- covered room to overflowing. They occupied all the chairs, while she perched ou the small round stool before the upright piano, and they addressed her. Cornelia,” said the old lady, “we hear frightful news of you; that you are visited by a segar pedlar!” "He isn’t a cigar pedlar,” replied Cornelia. “He’s Monsieur Blanc. He sells pipes, aunty.” “This is flippant,” said the old lady. “A pedlar! “We call to remonstrate.” “We hear you are engaged to him,’ said stout lady number one. And we call to warn you,” said stout lady number two. “Dismiss him at once,” said the thin nest gentleman, “or we discard you. ” “And disown you,” said the other thin gentleman, “since you have forgot ten you are a Copperfield.” “I was so lonely,” she sobbed. “You never even invited me to tea, and he’s a—a gentleman.” “We say no more,” replied the old lady. “Yes, or no. “Will you dismiss him? And she looked an anathema rnara- natha. Miss Cornelia could not endure the excommunication. She said— “Yes.” The family then arose and departed. She was left alone. Eor an hour she bathed her poodle’s head with her tears. Then she heard a knock at the door, and arose to open it. Monsieur Blanc appeared. “Again I arrive myself, my angel!” he remarked. “Oh, you must go! “You must never come again. “I have promised my family,” sighed poor Cornelia. “Ah, ze family I” cried Monsieur Blanc. “Aristocrats. “But, ball! never mind, mademoiselle. I adore you.” “Oh!” sighed Cornelia. “Let us fly!” said Monsieur. “Let us go live—somevere—avay. “Me vill be ’appy. “Ah, ball! zat family! “Ze people of ze court so aristocrati- que. “Come, ve vill fly. “Marry me to-day.” He kissed her. Neither of them were very old or ugly, and that which had never happen ed to Cornelia before happened then— she fell desperately in love on the spot. “I don’t care for one of them,” she said. “I will marry you.” Early next morning (he had the lic ense in his pocket—“the artful!”) two figures stole out of the court arm in arm. They were those of Monsieur Blanc and Miss Copperfield. They were wed. Shortly after the first excitement of tlie elopement had ceased to thrill the court, a person duly authorized bore away the furniture of No. 5, and sold the house, and no one of the genteel oc cupants ever saw Miss Copperfield again. The family disowned her, and the old aunt was very particular that Cornelia’s name should never be mentioned in her hearing. And indeed Cornelia would not face these outraged beings for the world. In a little house over a small shop where pipes of all sorts are sold, she liv ed with her husband. She grew quite portly, and never was so gay in her life. Together they walked in the Park of sunny Sundays, or went to the cheap seats of places of amusement, where they had mucli ado to hear or see any thing, and they had nice indigestible little suppers at teii or eleven o’clock. Wnetlier she died happily or still lives in holies of rivaling Mis. Rooney’s grandfather by seeing her hundred and second birthday, we know not, hut we do know that for a long time her story remained a fearful legend in Copperfield Court. Intense Suspense. “John Henry,” said his honor, Jus tice Powers, “you are altogether too in telligent a young man to be before the court on such a charge—you have a good-looking face.” Johnny looks furtively up and smiles at the agreeable prospect of a light sen tence. “The charge against you is of a griev ous character, and has been clearly made out by the testimony. It shows a depth of depravity difficult to be imagin ed in one so young.” Johnny drops his eyes to the table and nervously fumbles with his hat in ex pectation of the ominous sixty days. lam aware that the chance for re formation as a result of sending you to the island is very slim. It might re sult in more Harm than good, and if 1 thought a warning would be sufficient to deter you from a repetition of the offense I would not pronounce a sen tence against you.” “He’s going to let me off, sure,” Johnny’s face says, as he ventures to raise his head and stammer out a pro mise to he very good. “But on the other hand it is my duty, sitting as a court, to protect society against the repetition of offenses by making examples of those who commit them.” “Oh, Lordy! I’m a goner now,” is written on Johnny’s brow, and his ex cited counsel begins a special plea in his behalf: “Tlie parents of this young lad are very respectable, your Honor. They are ready to promise that the boy will behave himself hereafter.” “Yes, if there is one thing more than another that pleads strongly in your be half, and tends to blind justice to the .... gravity of your offense, it is the sight of That evening her neighbor caheu an aged mother in tears and the expres sion of disappointment and sorrow on the face of your old father. If the court is disposed to leniency, therefore, in your case, it is rather on their ac count than your own.” He is going to let me off after all, what the look of relief on Johnny’s face says plainly. “But,” continues his Honor, “if the Court should give way to a feeling of pity for your parents, and release you from the consequences of your act, it might be the most unkind action he could perform against them. Vice should he summarily nipped in the hud, if possible.” “He won’t let me off for less than thirty, at least,” thinks Johnny, as the. momentary flush of pleasure dies out o his face. “But you are young, and something by way of a warning may prove effec tive to check you in the career on which you have entered.” “He intends to let me off with primand and the costs,” Johnny con cludes, as he gathers up Ills liat, once more ready to depart. “I hope you won’t forget what his Honor is saying,” says the hopeful counsel. “I will, therefore, do what I consider best .for you under all the circum stances.” “Thanks, your Honor,” exclaims Johnny, now sure that he is dismissed. “I sincerely hope I shall never see you here again after this taste of cor rection.” “I’ll never come here again, sir, claims Johnny out of the depths of his gratitude, with all the preparations made to depart. Yes,” I hope you will remember your promise. The sentence of the court is that you pav a fine of §200 and be confined in the workhouse thirty days.” A tableau expressive of open-mouthed wonder and crushing astonishment, as the officer takes the dazed and bewild ered culprit below. Crowning the Cz: In the office of a certain Western railroad superintendent it was under stood that when a common-looking stranger entered the outer office and asked for the Great Mogul, one of the several young men therein employed should claim to be the official wanted and thus turn the bore away. The other day a web-footed stranger with a business squint to his eyes, asked to see the superintendent, and the chief clerk promptly replied: Yes, sir; what can I do for you?” Are you the man?” I am.” L No mistake?” None at all.” Then it’s all right. Six mouths ago one of your trains killed a cow for me, and you have been just mean enough not to answer any of my letters. Old boss, I’m going to lick thirty-five dol lars out of you.” “But, sir, you see—” “I see nothing but you! Prepare to be licked.” And the proxy superintendent was not only mopped around tlie room and flung into the wood-box as limp as a clothes-line, but the cow-owner kicked the others out-doors and upset the desks and tables with the remark: The next time I do business with this corporation I want you not only to reply to my letters, but to put ‘in haste’ on your^nvelopes!” The 27tli of May was a beautiful day in Moscow, and the coronation of Alex ander III, as Czar of all the Ilussias took place in the Cathedral of the Holy Assumption in the Kremlin, in Moscow, in the presence of a distinguished as semblage. A special account of the ceremony says: I have just returned from the Krem lin. Moscow is wild with excitement. Cannon are everywhere firing in single shots and in volleys, and 5,000 bells are ringing, as only the bells of Moscow can ring, in honor of the event which makes the 15th of May, in the Russian calendar, a red-letter day in the annals of the Russian Empire. Alexander III., who succeeded his father more than two years ago on the throne of all the Russias, has at last been crowned and appointed sovereign of the vast empire which owns his sway. This morning, in the presence of his imperial relations, his Court, the various deputies of his people, and the representatives of the States and kingdoms of the world, ci vilized and semi-barharous, he assumed the imperial crown and was anointed with the holy oil, thus confirming and consecrating, in the eyes of his myriad subjects, the righteousness of his rule and the sanctity of his person. More than once during the past two years- I have heard the opinion expressed by peasants in the country that tlie present Emperor was only half a Czar so long as he remained uncrowned. The com pletion of the ceremony which lias so deep a significance in the eyes of ail or thodox Russia is now being flashed along the wires to every part of the vast empire—to the wandering Samoyedes, to the fierce mountaineers of the Cau casus, to the survivors of Geok Tepe, to the distant shores of the Pacific— and everywhere the reign of Alexander III. acquires a new and higher prestige from the solemn celebration which Mos cow has been privileged to witness to day. By 8:30 A. M. the cathedral was filled by all the officials aiid nobles of the highest rank and station in Russia, with tlie exception of those who formed a part of the imperial procession. The appearance of the interior was magnifi cent. The Eikonostasis, glittering with gold, formed a background to the pict ure. In the centre, between the Jour great columns, was a scarlet canopy with a double-headed eagle and embla- zonings and plumes in black, yellow and white. Under this stood the throne and before it a table for the regalia. Every point of space on the floor of the cathedral, save that occupied by the im perial tombs, was crowded with the assembly in brilliant uniforms of every color, while the clergy, in gorgeous robes, extending in double lines from the dais to the entrance, presented the not least striking feature of the scene. The ceremony began with the chant ing of the Te Doum by tlie choir, and were deeply impressive throughout. They included an address from the Me tropolitan of Novgorod to the Emperor, that he should be pleased “to profess the orthodox Catholic faith according to belief;” tliS Emperor’s profession; the singing of litanies; the placing of the imperial purple ou his shoulders; the placing of tlie crown, winch the Enqieror placed on his head with his own hands; the giving to him of the sceptre and orb by the Archbishop: the crowning of tlie Empress with her smal ler crown by the Emperor; the reading of the Enqieror’s full list of titles; a final prayer; the ringing of all the bells, and the tiring of 101 rounds of cannon; the Emperor’s prayer invoking Divine support; the prayer of all present for the same object; and a Te Deum by the choir. Then followed the liturgy, the anointing of the Enqieror, the partak ing of the Sacrament by tlie Emperor, and closing prayers and singing. The Czar was so overcome with emotion that at one time he sobbed aloud, though his voice was firm in making profession of faith. The Czar issued his manifesto early last evening, and conferred an order on M. de Giers, the Russian Min ister of Foreign Affairs. kings” and ranch-owners, who eongre gate in the hotels after making their shipments and talk of their business prospects, the state of the market, the chances for a favorable winter, and the respective merits of bunch and buffalo grass. As a rule they are quiet, reser ved men, with rough exteriors, hut gen tlemanly in manner and thoroughly in earnest in the pursuit of their lucrative calling. They are mostly men above the average in intelligence, and the deference paid to them by the smaller fry and the cowboys is noticeable. They are men who own or have a controlling interest in vast herds of cattle, and have large interests at stake. Washington's Home. Photographing on Flesh. In a Cattle Town. A French physician recoomends the treatment of burns with ail of turpen tine, covering the place with gamed [City, the cattle metropolis of Montana, gold beater’s skin. • Another is furnished by the “cattle Miles City, Montana Territory, is the head quarters and principal shipping point of the great cattle interest of the Territory, and its proximity to Fort Keogh, which is only two miles distant, gives it additional prominence as a trading place. The town itself has a curious interest for the stranger, being in many respects different in its charac teristics from the other towns on the line. It is more like a typical border town and more in consoance with the generally accepted nature of what a border town should be. Cowboys with lariats hanging on their saddles are seen at every turn, riding on the stout little broncho ponies of the plains; rough-looking men are loafing on the streets corners; occasionally a “big In dian,” with a squaw or two following him, stalks across the scene, and on each side of the street are innumerable places of low resort, in which tlie com bined attractions of rum and gambling are openly advertised. These places we so numerous, indeed, that they seem at first glance to constitute the chief industry of the town. At night they present a curious spectacle. Nearly all are large rooms opening on the street. The doors are kept wide open when the weather will permit and inside may be seen a motley crowd of men and women. On one side of the room is a long bar fr om which beer and whisky are dis pensed, and about which there is al ways a crowd. Scattered about the room are three or four faro lay-out, with grim and intensely interested groups of players standing around them. Scattered among the groups are several Chinamen, for John tlirives on the frontier even has he does in the large cities, and, if he escapes being lassooed by a mischievous cowboy, is allowedto pursue in peace the usual vocations of liis race. At some of the tables women act as dealers of the game, and appar ently they are regarded with the utmost respect by the rough men who are tempt ing fortune and waisting their hard- earned savings. Everything is conduct ed quietly and in the most orderly man ner. To be sure, there is a revolver or two ostentatiously displayed at the side of a heap of money and chips on the table, or sticking in a menacing way from a player’s broad buckskin belt; but they are seldom used and seemed to be carried more in a spirit of reckless bravado than for offensive or defensive purposes. In warm weather the gaming tables are removed to the edge of the plank sidewalks, and on a pleasant summer evening the spectacle is one that does not impress a stranger with the high moral tone of the inhabitants. Such is one phase of life in Miles The ladies composing the Council of the Regent and Vice Regents of Mount Vernon were in session at Washington’s old homestead recently. Mrs. Lily Macalester Laughton, who represents Pennsylvania, presided as regent. Mis. Comegys, the vice regent of Delaware, was able to he present for the first time in six years. The others present were: Mrs. Gweat, the vice regent of Maine, who is secretary; Miss Alice Longfel low, of Massachusetts; Mrs. Chase, of Rhode Island; Mrs. Pickens, of South Carolina; Mrs. Hudson, of Connecti cut; Mrs. Halstead, of New Jersey; Mrs. Herbert, of Alabama; Mrs. Eve, of Georgia; Airs. Townsend, of New York; All's. Walker, of North Caro lina; Af rs. Yulee, of Florida, and Mrs. Broadwell, of Ohio. The latter lady is the sister of the late General Lytle and the cousin of Airs. Laughton. Airs. Ball, of Virginia, and Airs. Barnes, of tlie District of Columbia, each having recently lost her husband, have been unable to attend. Alias Harper, of Maryland, did not arrive until Friday. ■The restoration of the rooms under taken by various States has progressed admirably during the past year and Mis. Pickens, of South Carolina, holies that before another year lmr efforts to raise funds to restore and lumish that taken by her State—Washington’s pri vate dining room—will be crowned by success. Alayor Courtney, the very patriotic Alayor of Charleston, S. C., is the treasurer of the fund being raised. The first entertainment for this pur pose was given at Mrs. Pickens’ home, Edgefield, and another was given by her stepdaughter, Airs. Judge Bacon, at Columbia. The South Carolina room is the only one now awaiting re storation. Pennsylvania’s room, under Mrs. Laughton’s management, has been entirely furnished with furniture actu ally used by General Washington, the carpet only excepted, for it is said among all his orders for house hold ware no record of his ever order ing or buying a carpet has yet been found. Among the improvements within a year at Mount Vernon are a new fence, a new drive from the landing to the mansion, a large and comfortable new frame lunch room, adjoining the kitchen, where visitors sit to eat lunch while waiting for the boat, and a field of eighteen acres planted in wheat, from 'vj^iclia fine crop is expected. The very irtelement winter and extraordinarily late spring have seriously reduced the receipts from visitors this year. The boat could make no trips during one entire fortnight last winter, when the river was frozen. It has stopi>edits trips on week days only once before in five years on account of the river being closed by ice. That was in the winter of 1880-81, when it was unuavigable fo r about five weeks. Before Senator Malione, of Virginia, came into power the Legislature of that State always appointed a Board of Visitors to go to Alouut Vernon during the Council of the Regents and attend to business with them. Since the Ma- hone administration began no board has been appointed. The day the Roard of Visitors attended was always a gala day at Alount Vernon. Perils of Lake Michigan. Lake Michigan is more perilous to the navigator than any other of the great Northern lakes. This is owing partly, to its lack of convenient harbors and sheltering islands or headlands, and partly to the peculiar suddenness and great violence of the gales that sweep it, particularly in tlie spring and au tumn. Both these causes of frequent shipwrecks are particularly manifest at this end of the lake. Two shipwrecks have already occurred this spring with in twenty-live miles of the port of Chi cago, both of them in the vicinity of that peculiarly dangerous locality, Grosse Point (Evanston). The government maintains there a first-class lighthouse, a couple of steam fog-horns, also first- class, and a well-equipped life-saving- station, whose crew have shown their efficency in both the recent shipwrecks. But all the precautionary arrangements for the benefit of mariners do not pre vent frequent shipwrecks at tlie peril ous place. Northward of the point on which the light-house stands, the dir ection of the shore is such that it re ceives the full and direct force of every northeast gale and the oblique force of about all other gales It is a shore absolute ly without bay, inlet, indentation, or protection of any kind against the force of the sea for a distance of 50 miles, with water so shoal fully a mile seaward that the only hope of escape from ship wreck for the vessel which is carried by a northeaster too far west to double the point is in the holding strength of its anchors. The anchorage, however, is nowhere in tliat vicinity very good, an other circumstance that lias contribut ed to make Grosse Point tlie terror of seamen and the grave of many a ship almost in sight of the entrance to this harbor. The time probably is not very distant when to the lighthouse, the hideous fog-horns, the life boats and other Government appliances at that point will have to be added a mole, sea-wall, or some kind of artificial con trivance which will afford, if not shel ter, at least a comfortable anchoring- place for ships in distress. At present the only safety of a ship in a gale is to give Grosse Point a very wide berth, and that, in the teeth of a first-class Lake Michigan gale, is not an easy tiling for a ship bound to Chicago to do. A new triumph of photographic art is reported. It is claimed that by this process an indelible likeness of any object can lie produced on the human cuticle, and that, unlike the barbarous method of tattooing, the new discovery is rapid, accurate, cheap, and painless. “The idea, for instance,” says one who is interested in making the’ operation popular, “of having with one an indeli ble imprint on the i>erson of any object of affection, a dear relative, a favorite horse, dog, bird or cat, is certainly a very pleasing one. Indeed, to those without sentimental feelings such a discovery would prove of interest as affording a chance to carry constantly with them a reminder of their worldly goods, their houses, lands, ships, or other property.” “Yes, that sounds very pretty,” said a veteran operator, “hut there isn’t much in it. I’ve been staining hands with acids for nearly thirty years in the business, and have yet to learn of any such process, From my exjie- rience out on the plains I think that, outside of tattooing, Apache war-paint will last longer than any photographic chemicals. There was once a man here called the Blue Alan, who took some thing internally for fits which perma nently changed the color of his skin, hut that’s the only instance I know of. Now, I can put a picture or imprint on your skin, hut you must understand there’s a good deal of fancy work in our business not comprehended bv the uninitiated. But, after all, we have to come down to the light of the sun anil the same nitrate of silver which col ored the blue mail internally for (un real material. “Now, I can put a picture on the side of a house as well as on your skin, and Iierhaps better, if the paint don’t ]ieel off as fast as your skin does. In point of fact, a picture will liot last as long on your skin where it is covered by clothing as it will on the exposed cuti cle. This is because the body con stantly throws out perspiration when covered, and perspiration is a deadly enemy to chemicals. But the greut objection to this so-called triumph in photographic art is this:—If I take an imprint on your hand, for instance, or on your leg, arm, chest, or back, your muscles, and, in fact, your entire body must he in a certain fixed position. You may, for instance, have an imprint of a beautiful woman on your hand when ojien. Clench your fist, and the imprint, of course, liecomes a carica ture, the same as those India rubber or gutta-percha faces you see for sale in the streets. Why, in order to have pictures accurate we have even to cut our paper in a certain way. All paper stretches when wet, and if cut in one way many a thin face has been made to look fat, anil vice versa. We have to cut our paper so as to get the least stretching. French Detectives. Les Agents Secrets are not only per sonally unknown to the general public, hut, save in exceptional cases, even to each other. It is known where they may be found at a moment’s notice when wanted; but, as a rule, they do uot frequent the Prefecture more than can be bellied. They have nothin whatever to do with serving summon ses or executing warrants. There are among them men who have lived in al most every class of life, and each of them has what may be called a special line of business of his own. In the course of their duty some of them mix witli tlie receivers of stolen goods, others with thieves; many with what are called in Paris commercial rascals, and not a few with those whose dustry” it is to melt silver and other property of a like valuable nature. Forgers, shari>ers ot all kinds, house breakers, and korse-stealers—a very numerous and most industrious class in Paris—have each and all their special agents of the police, who watch them and know where to lay hands upon them when they are “wanted.” A French detective who cannot assume and “act up to” any character, and who cannot disguise himself in any manner so ef fectually as not to be recognized even by those who know him best, is not considered fit to hold his appointment. Their ability in this way is marvelous. One of them some years ago made me a bet that he would, in the course of the next few days, address me four times, fol' at least 10 minutes each time, and that I should not know him on any oe easion until he discovered himself. As a nutter of course I was on my guard md mistrusted every one who came in his study V work of about 1,500, near me. But the man won Ins bet. It > -- > • . , . - ’ is needless to enter into particulars. Let it suffice to say that in the course of the next four days he presented him self in the character of a bootmaker’s assistant, a fiacre driver, a venerable old gentleman with a great interest in the Bourse, and, finally, as a waiter i] the hotel in which 1 .was stopping Assuredly, the man deserved to win his bet, for in no single case had Ithefa int est suspicion of his identity. “Yerba-lHate” A number of parties in the East and South are consideriqg the question of introducing the cultivation anil sale of the “Yerba-mate,” or Paraguay tea into this country. This article is in great favor in South America and lias been so from time immemorial, highly is it prized that even in certain of the coffee-producing districts of South America it is consumed in much larger quantities than the coffee. In the Argentine republic tlie quan tity imported from Paraguay and Brazil is more than six times in value that of the tea and coffee imported. Consul Baker, of Buenos Ayres, in writing ot tlie general use of this beverage there, says: “It lias come down from a former generation as a sort of official institution, which has become venerable and must not be in terfered with. And every day, both in the public offices of the nation and of the province, the hours of ‘siesta’ are set apart, to a great extent, for an in discriminate bout at the ‘mate cup’—all employes, from the great minister of the Government to the porter who guards the door, taking turns at the fombilla.” The “mate,” he says, is considered especially useful in “postponing hun ger,” the drivers of caravans and Ar gentine ganehos taking them “mate the morning, and eating nothing until tlie end of tlie day, when a full meal is taken. The "mate” is imbibed scald ing hot through a tube inserted m the cup or gourd, and in the homes of tlie wealthy these circulate all day, one tube doing general service, and a refu sal of this hospitality by a guest is con sidered an act of rudeness. Those who have studied the question believe that the mate can be success fully grown in the Southern portions of this country, and it is probable some experiments will be made both in im portation of the article as prepared in South America and in an attempt to produce it here. It is the product of a small tree of the holy family, the leaves and tender twigs being used for the tea. The taste is a slight bitter, with a peculiar and palatable aroma. Tlie methods of curing and preparing are very simple, and tlie cost about one- fifth of that of tea or coffee. Aii Old Comnmioucr. Aaron Burr’s original commission as attorney-at-law, signed by Chief Jus tice Richard Morris, of New York State, February 1,1782, is now in the relic- room of the Ohio State House. It is written on vellum, eight and a half by ten inches in size, and bears a red wax seal, with the motto- “Laudem vin- cit.” On the same page of the scrap- boot in which it is parted is one of the old State lottery tickets, with the in scription: “Not two blaDkstoaprize.” Young men, save that penny; pick up that pin; let the account be correct to a farthing, find out what that ribbon costs before you take it; pay tlie half dime your friend handed you to make change with; in a word, be economical, be accurate and know what you are doing; he honest and then he generous, for all you have or acquire thus be longs to you by every rule of right and you may put it to any good use you please. It is not parsimony to be eco nomical. It is not small to know the price of the article you are about to purchase, or to remember a little you owe,—What if you do meet Bill Pride decked out in a mucli better suit than yours, the price of which he has not learned yet trom the tailor, who laughs at your faded dress, and old fashioned notions of honesty and right—your day will come. Franklin, from a peiiny saving boy, walking in the streets with a loaf of bread under his arm, became a companion of kings. The (Juecu. K'aits In Housekeeping. Another convenience at Aunt Jane’s is tlie two dustpans and the chamber broom hung in the back entry upstairs. You know when one has been cutting out work in her room there will be lit ter, or when the boys are not careful to use tlie door-mat, they will leave traces of mud on the carpet, and what a trouble it is to run down stairs after broom and dustpan. Aunt Jane said she never could afford to carry her one hundred and forty pounds of weight up and down stairs every time a room needed extra sweeping, when a new broom costs thirty-five cents and second dustpan ten. While she was about it, she would have a dust-bin too, and if you lift tlie cover of that large box in brown linen and red trimming in the corner of tlie pas sage upstairs, you will find it an old tin cracker-box, to receive sweepings from the bedrooms. They are all swept thoroughly once a week of course, but between whiles all transient sweepings go into this box, which is emptied at convenience. Aunt Jane counts that this second broom and pan which cost 40 cents in all, have saved her going up and down stairs at least five times a week for tlie last five years, or thirteen hundred times, and allowing that inte rest on the first investment might make tlie price of her broom and tilings 75 cents; 1 cent fare saves her from goinj up and down seventeen times, and she considers it cheap. I know a family who went without a new dustpan ten years after they needed it, anil made tlie old one do, because they never felt they could afford to pay half a dollar— country price—just for a convenience. But the mistress said when she had to get a new one finally, and thought of all the backaches anil vexations about sweeping up she might have saved by getting it liefore, she felt too big a fool to stay in the family. The boys’ bed stands in a corner of their room, away from the windows, and inconvenient to reach for making. You know how unwholesome it is for my one who sleeps at tlie back of a bed in such a position where no fresh air reaches it. Yet how tiresome it is to pull the bedstead out every night, and push it out of the way in the morning, tlie room being too small to allow its standing out. The casters are too small. Get a larger size or broad woo den wheels, and you can push the bed stead back and forth easier than you can move a chair. The hoys can pull it out at night into tlie best air in the room, and shove it back to give them room for dressing. You can move it about as you like to tuck in the clothes when making the bed, and leave it out to air when no one is -in tlie room; a toucii will put it in place any time, and tlie broad tires will not wear tlie carpet like small iron ones. It is a trifle to see that the furniture in a house has easy castors, hut tlie difference in ease of moving and keeping it neat will sur prise yon. It’s tlie principle of having two tea-kettles over again—that com forts are always cheap. There is a remarkable clock at Leeds Castle, in Kent, tlie seat of Air. C. Wykeham Atartin. It is within the castle: but has no dial. It strikes on a bell bearing the date 1435, which seems to l.e the probable date of tlie clock, and oniliat VieII the curfew is rung every night at 8 o’ clock—a custom which lias been kept up ever since the castle was built, about 1280. The striking part of the clock is in its original con dition. lint tlie going part has been al tered to adopt it to a pendulum There can hardly he a doubt that may if not most, of the ancient abbeys, cathedrals, and castles had similar clocks, but i nat^ like the celebrated clock of Ilii hard Wallingford at St. Albans, they- have been destmyed; and I think it vi rv probable that much in formation might he gained on the sub ject if the faVvie rolls of the cathedrals were examin&l with that object, These were all fixed clocks ot' large size; lint we now come to tlie domestic, or indoor house clocks; which were of smaller size, and not permanent fix tures, hut movable, being hung up against a wall or set upon a bracket, with the weights and chains hanging down, generally exposed. These clocks, though not absolute fixtures, could not conveniently lie moved or carried about. They must have coine into use in the fifteenth century; but, with tlie excep tion of that already mentioned, I have never-seen a. clock of that description as early as 1500, and it is a curious thing what lias become of them. Some were richly and highly ornamented, for I am now sitting before a very fine large and early picture of St, Jerome beautifully anil minutely executed; and here is represented,' hanging against tlie wall above his head, an extremely elegant clock, with weight and counter poise hanging from it. Tlie case of the clock is apparently of gilt metal of most elegant form, elaborately ornamented with a beautiful rich and delicate cin que cento design. The hour circle is apparently of white metal, and the dial is red. This seems to show what tho style of room clocks was at that time; but none of them seems to have come down to us, certainly none lias come over here, anil 1 do not remember to have seen any in continental museums; but it is now many years since I have travelled, and the museums may all have been rearranged and new antique objects brought out and displayed. 1 am, however, fortunately in possession ot one small hanging clock, lint that is of the sixteenth century. That and tlie beautiful clock at Windsor Castle made for Aline Boleyn arc tlie only two weight clocks that I can call to mind. The domestic clocks divide them selves into two classes, those which go by weight and those of whicli the mo tive power is a coiled spring, which was not applied till about 15U0, and these spring clocks form the class of chamber anil table clocks. The weight clocks, which the dealers are apt to call fif teen century clocks, arc, in fact, the wfrrk of the sixteenth aud seventeenth outlines—at least I have never heard of one earlier. Mr. Alorgan infers from the marked similarity of tlie brass house clocks of tiie sixteenth century that there were brass works at Clerkemvell aud Cover tly which supplied brass frames and lials to tlie cloekmakers in London and the provincial towns. South Bernera. Queen Victoria of England was sixty- four years old on the 24th of May. She has reigned almost forty-six years—her reign having been longer than that of any. English sovereign except Henry III, who ruled 56 years, Edward III., 50 years, and George III., 60 years, —Reports up to date show 250 persons to have been killed by tornadoes in this country since January 1. During 1881, 187 persons thus lost their lives, and in Scandinavians aS Settlers. The Scandinavians have less desire to render themselves conspicuous than any class of foreigners among as. They exhibit none of the feelings of clannish ness common to the most other people. They not only come here to stay but to adopt oiu' Customs, institutions, man ners and language. They have never asked to have their language taught in the public schools, but, ou the other hand, a large number of adult Scandi navians attend night school for the purpose of learning the English lan guage. In several of the Scandinavian churches seivices are conducted in the English language once each Sunday, while the same language is employed in teaching in tlie Sunday Schools. The Swedes, Danes and Norwegians are (en tirely satisfied with one country at a time. They leave the old countiy for good on coming to this countiy. We never hear of Swedish-Americans. Norwegian-Americans, and Danisli- Americans. Possibly in their love for this country anil their feeling of entire adoption some Scandinavians forgot to state that they were Northmen. They employed so good English in answering the interrogations of the census-taker that they were put down as native Americans. —A primeval red wood forest has been discovered in San Louis Obsipo county, Cal., near the head waters of the Rio Sisquoe. Also a magnificent waterfall, where thG ’•'■'iters of the Sis quoe pour over a piec.pbe six or seven handled feet in height. One mile from Afingalay lies South Bernera, the southernmost of tlie Isles, a hold mass of gneiss, about a mile in length anil half a mile in width, slopin'’ gradually downward towards the east" but presenting to tlie westwerd wares a precipitous front of about 700 feet in height, crowned with a magnificent lighthouse and granite and iron, such as may defy tlie wildest storm, and warn all mariners to keep as far as pos sible from this deadly coast. It is said that this blessed light can be discerned at a distance of upwards of thirty miles hut practically the height of the era" on which it lias been placed i~found to be a disadvantage, as its light is often shrouded in mist, while all is clear be low. Lonely indeed is the lot of the men in charge of this beacon light, left to their own resources on this utter most isle, their only communication with the other world being when, twice a year, tlie light-house stores are brought by a steamer, which can only lie to for a few hours, for there is no manner of anchorage, and tlie only pos'- sible landing is a shelving ledge ofr rock, on which lie who would go ashore must spring at tlie moment when his boat rises on tlie crest of a wave, and then make the best of his way to tlie summit by scrambling up a slippery shelving rock. Once a year, too, a priest from Barra comes here to visit his little lloek numbering about two score—a fine’ hardy, self-reliant race. Their isle sup plies pasture for cows and goats, so they nave the blesshitt of croml mill.-* ntiu,. nave tlie blessing of good milk; other wise tlie sea-birds who congregate on tlie cliffs— puffins and auks, guillemots and kittewakes—supply their larder with fresh meat in summer and salt meat for winter use; also with oil for their lamps and feathers for bedim’. When fishing is possible, tlie boats go off to wrest a harvest, from the sea— cuddies, haddock, herring, flounders, lytbe and sytlie, rock-codlings, and sKate, Eels they will not touch, but dog-fish are welcome, and are salted anil dried for winter store. In the spring time thousands of eggs are takeu by bold cragsmen, who advent ure and sometimes sacrifiae their lives in the quest. Amended ProverlM. ’Tis an ill wind that blows snow good. A half loaf is better than a whole loafer. East-traveling slander is a tell-lie- ,gram. It is easier to run hi debt than it is to crawl out again. Always judge a man by his depth—in stead of his length. No man can afford to put on airs un less he can raise the wind. The wheel of fortune runs slow, be- cause its felloes are tired. Bank defaulters should be haunted by the ghost of a Bank-owe. If the wages of sin is death, how slow some men are in collecting their just dues. 1 ew men are aware they possess a conscience until caught committine a crime. ” A man never swears vengeance tm‘ his neighbor’s dog only when his own canine cannot lick him * his success in life to the hisses at his enemies iimtmui qt the plaudits of his friends. .