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VOL. I.
Breast the Tide.
When the storms of life o'ertako you,
Let not courage e’er forsake you;
Yield not to the tempest tamely.
Battle with it firmly, gamely—
Breast the tide.
What a spectacle ignoble
Ys the man wh®, when in trouble.
Folds his hands with look despairing,
When he should, with high-souled daring,
Breast the tide.
Though the winds .should fiercely bluster
Clouds of inky blackness muster;
Winds ero long will be declining,
Clouds display a silv’ry lining,
Breast the tide.
Folly ’tis to let disaster
Energy and pluck o’ermaster;
Fortune will show less of rigor,
If you ply the oar with vigor.
• Breast the tide.
Courage only can avail you
When the winds aud waves assail you,
Onward! Onward! or be driven
On the rock, your boat all riven!
Breast tho tide.
—W. It. Bakek, in Now York Lodger.
How Mr. Bird Abetted Cupid.
Marriages aro made in heaven or
in the other place. Tom Van Brule
had one especially arranged iu heaven,
when her father said:
“No, no, sir; absurd, preposter¬
ous!” Ho was too polite to add: “And
you are far from an eligible young
man.”
Tom himself was modest about the
latter claim, but having had Dorothy’s
appiMval he fancied he was at least
two-thirds eligible. Dorothy' had
beautiful blue eyes, and when she was
in earnest her manner had a certain
dignity and her voice became nearly
tragic in its intonation, like that of
the young lady in Mr. Bernhard Shaw’s
comedy of “Arms and the Man.” So
in her vary best manner she declared
emphatically:
“Tom, I would rather die than give
you up.”
When a girl one loves says that, and
when she has the loveliest blue eyes,
and the most irreproachable gowns,
and, in fact, the most delightful per¬
sonality in the world, what course has
a chap left except that of absolute de¬
fiance to the relentless parent?
* Dorothy naturally cried the color
out of her blue eyes, and Tom was
put on his mettle. What was the dif¬
ference if he hadn’t a sou, while Syl¬
vester, pere, was so many times a mil¬
lionaire that the mind grew weary
;counting his wealth. Sylvester, pere,
had been once as poor as Tom. Tom
came of good old Knickerbocker
stock. Sylvester, pere’s, was all
plebeian. So, very properly, Tom
planned an elopement.
As merrily as the proverbial mar¬
riage bell the plan was arranged. Dor¬
othy came to New York, April 30.
Tom found a church,engaged the cler¬
gyman and had the witnesses ready.
On the morning of May 1, Miss Doro¬
thy started out for a walk, which was
to end at the church door. Tom put
on a tall hat and a frock coat, and felt
in his waistcoat pocket to make sure
of the ring, and lie also started out.
Turning from his door into Madison
Square, he saw across the square a
little old gentleman hurrying up the
avenue. And by all the bad luck a
' man ever had, the old . gentleman was
Sylvester, pere, who ought to have
been at that moment in Chicago, but.
who evidently was hurrying up tlie
avenue in, the; most excited haste, with
a full knowledge, Tom supposed, of
the whole affair. And the church was
open, and the clergyman and the wit¬
nesses were waiting.
Tom’s heart went down in his boots.
But he plucked, up courage and found
a friend in the hour of need. Looking
up the street, he saw Mr. Jack Bird,
immaculately dressed and bowling
along leisurely in a hansom.
“Jack!” he hailed him, and that
worthy drew up to the curb.
“Jack,” Tom went on excitedly,
THE WILL OF THE PEOPLE IS THE 81 PKEJIE LAW,
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“this is a time if ever to prove your
friendship. 1 am on my way to church
to be married. There’s her father
over there, Sylvester, pero, about to
stop us. Jack, for Heaven’s sake
head him oft’, as you value my happi¬
ness.” s
In this melodramatic fashion Mr.
Van Brule went on, while his friends
eyes bulged. Mr. Bird lias prominent
gray eyes which, when he is astonished,
look like great diamonds. Wus Tom
mad? What the Dickens!
He looked at the figure of Sylvester,
pere, at Tom standing there, the
bridegroom arrayed for an ■elopement.
And then, with the quick decision that
might have turned a battle in the mo¬
ment of defeat, he cried to Tom: “Go
on, I will make myself responsible for
him.”
Ordering the cabby to overtake the
excited old gentleman, who was almost
out of sight, Jack decided that the
part of boldness was the only one.
“Mr. Sylvester,” he cried, drawing
up to the curb.
i i No time!—an important matter!”
“I know it, sir, Miss Dorothy is
running away.”
Now what Mr. Sylvester answered
may be rendered——, because, as he
is a most respectable old gentleman,
well esteemed in a Chicago church, it
would not, be fair to be more explicit.
“I canuot see this happen sir,” said
Jack. “Jump in, and we will be just
in time to stop it.”
“Young man, young man do you
know where they have goue?”
“The very place. We’ll get there
in time if you hurry.
Sylvester pere jumped in. Mr. Bird
told the cabby to drive like mad to St.
Thomas’s, as if an elopement could
occur in St. Thomas’s; and like mad
because the cabby knew Mr. Bird to
be a gentleman of largo tips they
bowled up the avenue.
And Sylvester pere, poured out his
heart to Bird, and said Tom was a vil¬
lain, and Bird agreed with him.
“Tell the fellow to drive faster—
faster I say !” fumed Sylvester pere.
Of course St. Thomas was as mute
as a church can be with doors closed,
like a priest denying absolution to a
sinner.
Here Bird appeared confused. He
admitted that he had mistaken the
church. Sylvester, 2 >ere, nearly had
apoplexy at his disappointment, and
in all conscience the only thing Bird
could do was to continue the search.
At last both returned crestfallen to
Mrs. Fielding’s on Madison avenue
where Dorothy had been stopping.
Now, Mrs. Fielding was a very
charming and admirable woman. But
as Dorothy had been entrusted to her
by Sylvester, pere, she had felt it in¬
cumbent on her to let him know of
her discovery regarding Dorothy’s and
Tom Van Brule’s proposed elopement.
But Sylvester, pere, had reached the
house just as Miss Dorothy left.
Rushing about widely, looking for his
daughter, Sylvester, pere, had fallen
into Mr. Bird’s hands.
As the cab drew near Mrs. Field¬
ing’s Sylvester, pere’s eyes began to
bulge, for there on the doorsteps stood
the fugitives, Dorothy aud Tom Van
Brule.
« ( We’re married, papa,” said Dor¬
othy, demurely, “and Mr. Bird, I
never, never can forgive you for help¬
ing papa to thwart us.”
“How could you have done it?” de¬
manded Tom, in apparent high dudg
eon.
Nor does Sylvester, pere, know to
this day Mr. Bird’s subterfuge. He
regards him as a most exemplary
young rnan, lit to i>ose as “an old head
on young shoulders.”
Of course Mr. and Mrs. Van Brule
were forgiven at last.
It is enough to add that owing to
Mr. Bird’s interference the Van Brules
lived happily ever aftir—at least they
have lived happily up to date. Mrs.
-!—
Van Brule rides a bioyele ami presides
at the most charming pink teas. — Now
York Sun.
.Model of the Tower of Babel.
The Smithsonian Institute is pre¬
paring a miniature model of the Tower
of Babel for the exposition at Atlanta.
It will be in all respymts, so far as
posible, original. a faithful According reproduction to the nuthori- of the
ties, the latter was the greatest of
many magnificent temples of Babylon,
being Tit) foot high. That docs not
seem much compared with tho Wash¬
ington monument, but people in those
days were not accustomed to the Chi¬
cago slylo of architecture, and tho
ancient capital of Assyria was situated
in the midst of a vast plain, where
there were no natural elevations to
serve for comparison. The model in
question will be five feet eight inches
square on tho first story. When it is
stated that the first, story of tho actual
Tower of Babel was 272 feet square, a
uotiou will be given of tho propor¬
tions. Tho original building was
constructed in diminishing stories,
each one being a smaller square than
that beneath. This was a common
style of architecture in Assyria, and
from it was evolved the Egyptian pyr¬
amid. —Chicago Times-Herald.
A Circus Trick.
A circus, which had been jierform
ing at Jackson, Mich., with forty-two
people, boarded a train there the other
day, after seeing that a vast mass oi
scenery, caipets and the like was taken
care of in tho baggage car. Conduc¬
tor Corey had been notified of the
movement of the troupe and was sur¬
prised to find only thirty tickets and
peojde. He took up the tickets and
passed into the baggage car. While
there he jumped on a roll of the circus
carpeting, out of which rolled a circus
performer. Search revealed eleven
more of them stowed away in the bag¬
gage. Corey went to the manager for
tickets for the extra men. Ho did
not have them and Corey dumped the
twelve off' at Grass Lake, and they had
to count the ties to Ypsilanti, thirty
six miles away, to rejoin the company.
—New Orleans Picayune.
A Stammerer’s Repartee.
Henry Guy Carleton, tho dramatic
author, has an impediment in his
speech—in fact he stammers—but this
circumstance does not at all mar his
charming gift of conversation, for ho
is one of the best talkers on almost
any subject aud at repartee he has few
superiors.
One day a lady said to him: “Mr.
Carleton, were you born with that
stammer—if I rnay ask tho question
without impertinence?”
“No madam,” was the reply, “I did
not begin it until I began to tulk.—
Chicago Times-Herald.
The Elopement Was Postponed.
Lover (in whisper ’neath windoxv)
Are you ready to lower yourself down
darling?
Isabel E. Loper—Quite ready.
Lover—Have you got everything?
Isabel E. L—Yes everything but
papa’s pocketbook, I couldn’t find it
anywhere.
Lover (dejectedly)—Alas! for ob¬
vious reasons, we shall be obliged to
postpone our departure. —Bosto u
Courier.
“Blue Beard.”
The nursery tale which has charmed
generations of children and their !
elders, known a3 “Blue Beard,” was j
written by a French author. The ori¬
ginal of the character of Blue Beard
was a marshal of France who lived in
Brittany and who was charged with
murdering several wives and over one
hundred children. Being convicted of
sorcery, he was burned.—Philadelphia
Times.
ONE DOLLAR PER ANNUM-
Slitting a Horses Nostrils.
Slitting a horse's nostrils is still prac¬
ticed in some parts of the world, as in
Persia, Mongolia, and even in North¬
ern Africa; and ponies with slit uos
trils are often seen in the Himalayas
ami in Afghanistan. Tins mutilation
, j fi resorted to in the erroneous belief
j I tl „ lt t]at< horse ouu fast inhale more and also air
going at a puce,
| (hat it prevents neighing—a disqunlifi
; cllt j ou 0 f much importance during war,
or when it is desirable to travel ns
silently as possible. It was praoticod
in Hungary not long ago, if wo aro
to accept as evidence the copy of a
finished sketch of a horse’s head, by
the celebrated Zoft’ani, given in Col.
ouel Hamilton’s work on horses. It is
rather surprising that the fashion*\fris
not renewed in England, for two or
three centuries ago. To prevent a
horse neighing, it was recommended
to tic a woolen band around the
tongue. Markham says:
“If either* when you are m service
in tho wars and would not bo dis¬
covered, or when upon any other oc¬
casion you would not have your liorso
to neigh or make a noise, you take a
lyste (band) of woolen cloth, and tic it
fast in many folds about the middle of
your horses tongue, and believe it, ho
loug as the tongue is so tyed, so long
the horse can by no means neigh or
make any extraordinary noise with his
voice, as lias often been tried and ap¬
proved of.”
A very barbarous and useless opera¬
tion for the prevention of stumbling
in horses was fashionable toward the
end of the seventeenth and beginning
of the eighteenth centuries; this was
the exposure of the tendon of a muscle
that assists in dilating the nostrcls, and
twisting it round two or three times,
when it was divided, t i In doing this
you shall see the horse bring its hinder
legs to his fore legs almost, when you
have thus pulled and turned the sinew
two or three times.” Such a statement
will give some idea of tho pain the
animal experienced during the sense
less operation.—Nineteenth century.
Kiss the Bondi lie Sat Oil.
Royalty worship reached an absurd
point the other day. The Prince of
Wales seated himself in a public park
to chat lor a moment. On his rising
to resume his stroll three well-dressed
young ladies hastened to the spot lie
had just left and one after the other
knelt and kissed the seat which had
been honored by supporting their fu¬
ture king—this too, in the presence of
several hundred onlookers. This is
even worse than the idiocy of tho man
who picked up the stump of a cigar
thrown away by the prince and keeps
it iu a glass case, to bo exhibited to
ail his friends. It is a rich manu¬
facturer in Sheffield who religiously
preserves a grease spot on tho wall of
his billiard room made by the august
head of his royal liighuese when
seated on the divan which runs round
the room, while watching a game of
billiards after dinner. A number of
years have passed since then and the
billiard room has undergone many
alterations iu the shape of new v.aU
paper and redecoration, but one thing
alone remains untouched, namely, that
littio oleaginous mark on the wall.—
Boston Herald.
Comparative Cost of Wars.
All the wars of Napoleon Bonaparte
cost his country $1,275,000,000 while j
tho wars of Louis Napoleon cost J
Franco 92,210,000,000. The former
maJt} t}ie ,. uerny pay most of the ex¬
peir-e; the expense of tho wars waged
by' the'latter was borne by France.—
Chicago Times-Herald.
The Lmeet mentions the case of a
boy three years old who swallowed a
halfpenny. Nearly fourteen years
later he brought it up again very thin
and light, looking as if it might have
been gradually disolved.
NO. 21.
Tlie Dancing Hanimerkop.
The hanimerkop, a bird of peculiar
habits, is found in Cape Colony, some
otner parts of Africa and in Ma lagas
car. It is something like a heron or
I stork, has a melancholy gait, lives on
! fiBh and frogs and is considered in
j vfriea. a bird of ill omen Under its
appearance it nourishes ie Ihetic
tastes. When it casts otf its l-ober
demeanor it indulges m a fantastic
dauce. In a state ot nature, two or
three join in the dance, skipping
around each other, opening or closing
their wings. They breed on trees or
on rocky ledges, forming a Luge
structure of sticks, Thegj^BWU aro
so solid that, they will bear the
weight of a heavy man on the domed
roof without collapsing. The entrance
is a small hole, placed in the least
accessible side. In a lonely rocky
glen, Mr. Lavard ouoo counted
half a dozen of their nests, some
almost inaccessibly placed on ledges
of rock. One nest contained at least
a cartload of sticks. They occupy the
same nest year after year, repairing it
us required. The female is credited
with the joiner work and the male is
the decorator. On the platform out¬
side the inner portion lie spreads out
all kinds of objects of virtu, brass and
bone buttons, bits of crockery and
bleached bones.
If a knife, pin, or tinder box were
lost within some miles, the loser made
a poiutof examining the lmmmerkop’s
nest. Indeed, were it not that hye¬
nas, leopards, and jackals ranged in
their vicinity, it is highly probable
that man’s curiosity or resentment
would have ofti n extirpated these
interesting artists, or, at least, de¬
stroyed habits founded upon leisure
and immunity from persecution —
Scientific American.
The Heat of tho Desert.
The great Sahara desert of Africa
in regarded as the hottest region in
the world. The vast plain which ex¬
tends 2,000 miles from east to west,
and 1,000 miles from north to south,
lias a temperature of 15 ) degrees Fah¬
renheit in the hottest days of sum¬
mer. This is about tho temperature
of the hot room in the Turkish bath.
It is said that the caravans, which
usually consist of from 503 to 2,000
camels, with their assistants, experi¬
ence great suffering through the in¬
tense heat an 1 the deprivation of wa¬
ter, us the distance between wells very
often exceeds ten days, There are
numerous instances on record where
whole tribes have perished from thirst
Hie wells aud springs to which they
had journeyed lmd been dried up by
the heat. It would lie impossible for
anyone but tho acclimatized Moors,
Berbers and Arabs to live even for a
day in the heat of the rainless Sahara.
In spite of the fact that the days are
extremely hot, the nights are nearly
always uncomfortably cold, ami the
travelers are obliged to burdrn them¬
selves with blankets iu order to eu
dure the change. —Atlanta Journal.
Won’t Have a Chance to Try it Now.
“Mr. Htalate, said the bashful
young sister, “J asked sister if she
thought you would get up aud go
home like the other young man did if
1 recited ‘Curfew Shall Not Ring To¬
night. •> >1
“And what did she say?”
“She said there could be no harm
in trying.”—Washington Star.
Didn’t Look For Them There.
; * What makes that baby howl so all
the time?” growled Mr. Newlie.
“Why,” Mrs. Newlie said apologeti¬
cally, “she's cutting her stomach teeth,
de itty peety weety!”
“Great Scott!” Mr. Newlie groaned
with his hands in his hair, “do they
have ’em in their stomachs also?”—
Rockland Tribune.
