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TUSCAN OLIVES.
(POCUADKS IN IU8PETTI.)
I.
he color of the olives who shall say?
In w Inter on the yellow earth they’re blue,
A wind can change the green to white or gray,
But they are olives still In every hue;
But they are olives always, green or white,
As love is love in torment or delight;
But they are olives rutiled or at rest,
As love is always love in tears or Jest.
II
We walked alone t’ e terraced olive-yard,
And talked togethei till we lost the way,
We met a peasant, bent with age, and hard,
Bruising the grape-skins in a vase of clay;
Bruising the grape-skins for the second wine.
We did not drink, and left him, Love of mine,
Bruising the grapes already bruised enough;
He had his meagre wine, and we onr love,
III.
We climbed one morningto the sunny height,
Where chestnuts grow no more and olives
grow;
Far-off the circling mountains cinder-white,
The yellow river and the gorge below,
“Turn round," you said, O flower of Paradise;
I did not turn, I looked upon your eyes,
“Turn round,” you said, “turn round, look at
the view!”
I did not turn, my Love, I looked at you.
IV.
How hot it was! Across the white-hot wall
Pale olives stretch toward the blazing
street;
ou broko a branch, you never spoke at all,
But gave it me to fan with in the heat;
You gave it me without a sign or word,
And yet, my love, I think you knew I heard
You gave it me without a word or sign,
Under the olives first I called you mine.
V.
At Lucca, for the autumn festival,
The streets are tulip-gay; but yo„ and I
Forgot them, seeing over church and wall
Guinlgl’s tower soar 1’ the black blue sky,
A stem of delicate rose against the blue,
And on the top two lonely olives grew,
Crowning the tower, far from the hills, alone,
As on our risen love our lives are grown.
VI.
Who would have thought we should stand
again together,
Here, with the convent a frown of towers
above us;
Here, mid the sere-wooded hills and wintry
weather;
Here, where the olives bend down and seem
to love us;
Here, where the Iruit-ladSn olives half re
member
AH that began in their shadow last November,
Here where we knew we must part, must
part and sever;
Hare where we know we shall love for aye
and ever.
VII.
Beach up and pluck a branch, and give it me;
That I may hang it in my Northern room,
That I may find it there, and wake and see
—Not you! not you !—dead leaves and win
try gloom.
O senseless olives, wherefore should I take
Your leaves to balm a heart that can but ache?
Wby should I take you hence, that can but
show
How much is left behind ? I do not know.
A. MARY E. ROBINSON.
Cranberry at Fault.
Our old friend, Special Officer An
drew Cranberry, is never ashamed to
acknowledge the possibility of other
men having brains as well as he, and
in proof of it furnishes the following
scrap from his experience. The old
gentleman is given to drawing a long
bow, occasionally, and we will not
vouch for all the facts, but give the
story nevertheless:
A sick ward of the Charity Hospital
is scarcely the place where one would
first seek a notorious character, and
the man in question was certainly not
a person to excite the instinctive sus
picion of a detective. I had been out
to hear the dying declaration of a deck
hand, fatally wounded in a drunken
row the night before, and found the
subject of his narrative stretched on
one of the beds apparently much pros
trated by an attack of intermittent
fever. He was a tall, thin man, of
perhaps thirty-seven, with light, sandy
hair, a thin, yellow mustache, and reg
ular features. His eyes were pale blue,
his eyebrows no positive shade. But
what struck me was the utter lack of
color in his eyelashes. All these pe
culiarities would probably have es
caped unnoticed, but fora consultation
I overheard concerning his case among
••me students in the dispensary.
He appeared to have contracted an
unaccountable habit of talking in his
•leep. So continued were his mid
night monologues that others sick in
the ward complained of the nuisance,
and the nurses were compelled to
awaken him a dozen times during the
night to silence the incessant talk.
There was nothing disjointed in his
sentences, nor did his brain appear af-
Jected with either fear or by sympathy
with any other portion of the body.
His diet was prepared regularly, and
the greatest care taken to prevent his
stomach from being overloaded, and
yet, when to all appearances all his
physical machinery was in the most
jjeivlthy condition, he talked tketjjost.
jnuoh did I hear of this fr&rtk of
subsequent visits thy I fra
med into listen fo|jnynelf
and confess to have been astonished at
the clearness of a mind buried, appar-
entlyin profound sleep.
On one occasion lie gave an accurate
account of Warrington Navy Yard at
Pensacola; and so minutely did he de
tail every feature of that place, that
were I on tbe witness stand I would
have sworn positively he was as wide
awake as myself. The doctor how
ever listened at his lungs with a steth
oscope and pronor need him asieep. I
had just turned to go when he spoke
out again, quite distinctly : “I know
that Andy Cranberry. Tumbled to
him right away. Fly, old cop, but not
fly enough for Bob Harrington.”
This time the nurse insisted on
waking him, but I prevented him.
Asleep or awake I knew there was a
“Bob Harrington,” and that he was
the sharpest thief in the country.
It is scarcely necessary to say that
from that time I kept my eye on him.
He Anally recovered and was dis
charged.
Passing down the street one morn
ing, I saw Harrington and a thief
named Collier suddenly dart out of a
broker’s office and walk rapidly away.
I signaled to a special standing ou the
corner to keep a lookout and went in
to inquire what was up.
A gentleman was leaning over the
counter, with a pile of five dollars bills
before him, talking quietly to the pro
prietor, and when I asked if anything
unusual had occurred, both looked up
in surprise.
Not wishing to intrude on a private
conversation, I went off, feeling no
little confusion at my awkward posi
tion. I had just reached the office be
fore the broker, in a most excited
state of mind, rushed in with the in
telligence that a valuable diamond
ring had been stolen off the counter
about the time I called.
The owner (the gentleman I saw
standing there), had deposited the
jewel as a collateral security on a loan.
He had received his money, and was
getting change for a fifty dollar bill at
the time the larceny was committed.
Of course I knew Harrington and
Collier were the theives, but where to
find them at that time was a question.
The special I left at the corner follow
ed the men and saw them start for the
hack part of the towD. I jumped into
a cab and drove around for awhile,
but nowhere in my search, did I
hear of either.
’Twas eight or nine o’clock when I
returned and,walking up to the street,
to my astonishment, who should I see
standing immediately in front of me
but Harrington himself. He approach
ed me familiarly; spoke about the
hardness of the times, the ordinary
topics of the day, and kept so persist
ently near me that I began to be
bored. I caught the eye of an officer,
and nodding to him to look after him,
escaped. There was not much done by
him for the next three or four hours
that was known of but to the surprise
of everbody he went to a lodging
house, secured a bed, and went to
sleep. Having got my man safely
housed, I let to work to recover the
missing gem. His extraordinary
powers as an impromptu talker at
once suggested a possible confession,
I determined to occupy the same room
with him. Being a temperate man, I
scarcely hoped to impose on him by
feigning drunkenness, but trusting to
his ignorance of my character, I tried
it. There happened to be two beds in
the apartment, and about an hour
afterward I was carried up on the
shoulders of two etout waiters, sing
ing lustily a melody of “Champagne
Charley” and “ We won’t go home till
morning.”
They soused me down with a
thump, tucked me in, boots, and all
and in five minutes I was asleep, ap
parently in a beastly state of intoxica
tion. I supposed no great time would
elapse before my room mat# would
commence his sleep talk, and sure
enough he did. He started about hiff
mother aud an old house somewhere
in Pennsylvania, and then he touched
on a girl he went to school with, and
of course loved desperately. He talked
about going to New York as a olerk.
There was more than one piece of ras
cality touched ou that opened my eyes
and not a few instances of brutality
that made me-rliudder. At last as I
knew it would out came all about the
diamond.
He and Collier,just as I supposed,
saw the owner of the gem go into tbe
jewelry establishment to have it
weighed. Heard the clerk say just
what it was worth. Followed the two
back to the broker’s office. When the
diamond was lying iu *u open case on
the counter, the two twelves Htoppod
up, Collier drew out s«j£ne city money
to l^ave^t discounted, ifid f^rrington
having first put a piece of wax on the
handle of his cane laid it carelessly
across the box. A dispute arose re
garding the rate of discount, and both
left in a hull, the diamond fastened
securely on the end of the cane. Both
saw the special follow them down
Poyarl street, and when they turned
the corner of Bienville, Collier, who
had the diamond in his mouth, to
prevent any accidents, swallowed it.
You caiS imagine my state of mind at
being compelled to listen to all this
and yet lie idle.
For a time I had pondered oyer the
policy of finding Collier at once and
cutting him open, but a second thought
determined me to try the virtues of
tartar emetic.
There is a bar-room in the Second
Ward well know as the resort of every
thief who comes to town ; and there I
went. Stopping at a drug-store, as
soou as I.got out, 1 purchased a good
strong dose of the emetic, making up
my mind to take a drink with my
man, and by some hook or crook siip
it into a glass. About six o’clock I met
him. Pretending to be looking up the
points of a burglary which had never
taken place I engaged him in conver
sation, and we slowly rambled up to
the drinking saloon in question. I
invited him to drink, he accepted, and
both ordered a gin cocktail.
The first glance at the proprietor
convinced me I could do nothing
secretly. So taking out the powder,
remarking I was compelled to take
something for a cold, I dropped it into
the cocktail and stirred it up. I made
up my mind to change glasses with
him, and with this object stood talk
ing for some time. The proprietor
started to the banquette to bring in
a lump of ice just left by the cart, and
drawing Collier’s attention to two
men on the opposite side of the street,
I changed the position of the two
tumblers. He eyed them curiously
for perhaps half a minute, and just
then who should come up but Har
rington, in a violent controversy with
another man. I went to the door to
see what was the matter, and, fearing
there would be trouble, returned and
both hurriedly swallowed our drinks.
Scarcely had I reached the spot where
the two men were before I was seized
with violent nausea and vomiting,
and in another minute I was lying on
the banquette deathly sick.
I. had swallowed the emetic myself.
My illness at once dispelled the Im
pending quarrei, and the men, calling
a cab, sent me home.
“But the diamond?” you inquire.
The diamond was never found.
Bob Harrington is no more in the
habit of talking in his sleep than I
am. He had bleu deceiving every
body at the hospital, and he deceived
me. As lor Collier swallowing it,
that was a “stall,” got up for my
special benefit. . They got away with
the jewel, and neither has been back
since. I told the doctor who examined
Harrington with a stethoscope about
it, and he hasn’t looked me in the
face from that day to this.
The Miserable Turkish
Bachelor.
The Secret of Good Manners.
The secret of good manners is to for
get one’s, own self altogether. The
people of really fine breeding are the
ones who never think of themselves,
but only of the pleasure they can giv«P
to others. No adornment of beauty
or learning, or accomplishments, goes
so f ar in its power to attract as the one
gift of sympathy. In all French his
tory, no woman had a stronger fascin
ation for whoever came within her
reach than Madame Becamier. She
was called beautiful; but her portraits
prove that her beauty was not to be
compered with that of many less
charming women. And when every
attraction of person had long passed
away, and she was an old, old woman,
her sway over the hearts of others was
as powerful as ever. What was her
secret ?
It was this one thing s >lely—her
genuine and unaffected interest in the
good and ill fortune of her friends.
Authors came and read her their books;
painters came to her with their pic
tures ; statemen with their projects.
Ghe, herself, wrote no books, painted
no pictures, had no projects. She was
sweet, simply and unconsciously, as a
rose is sweet. She really cared for
the happiness and success of others,
and they felt the genuineness of her
sympathy. It surrounded her with
an immortal charm. Let any girl try
Madame Recamier’s experiment. Let
her go into society thinking nothing
of the admiration she may win, but
everything of the happiness she can
confer. It matters little whether jace
is beautiful or her toilet costly. Beyre
the end of three mouths she will be a
happy girl herself; for the world likes
sunshine and sympathy, and turns
to them as the flowers bask in the
n in ^une.
If he be a bachelor, Church and
State combine to make life miserable
for him. He must live with his pa
rent, aud, whilst they still exist, the
authorities content themselves with a
general reprehension of his celibacy.
But when they die, if they leave him
homeless, his troubles begin. It is
forbidden any householder to take a
young man into his dwelling without
permission of the civil and religious
magistrate of the quarter. Before this
is granted, the lodger must undergo
a severe inquiry, which takes into ac
count not his personal reputation only,
but that of all his kindred. The land
lord, moreover, must display his abil
ity to have this young stranger waited
on without offence to morals—that is
without employing his female ser
vants, or the female members of his
family. If the bachelor be rich enough
to occupy a house, or to rent “ unfur
nished chambers,” he cannot possibly
obtain that Bimple privilege unless he
show that a woman of good repute
lives with him therein. Those who
can produce a -blameless mother or a
sister have no difficulty, when the
identification has been thoroughly es
tablished ; even an elderly aunt is ad-
missable. But if a young man have
no kindred, he may go homeless for
an indefinite time. The abolition of
the slave trade is a grievance he
warmly feels. In days when this
edict was passed, one could go into the
market and buy a female creature,
white or black, ugly or beautiful, ac
cording to one’s means, and thus ful
fil the law. Times have changed. It
may probably be the lact that slaves
are still to be purchased by those who
have cash enough. Many Turks have
assured me it is so, though I have met
with none who spoke, or admitted
that he spoke, from experience. But
the cost is very high ; the merchant
would not deal with a young bachelor
likely to be thus circumstanced ; and
the transaction would surely be dis
covered.
Curious Electrical Phen
He has, therefore, to find a servant.
If, for any reason, he will not, or can
not obtain a Christian, his case is piti«
able. The injunction to wear a veil,
neglected among the lower class of
Moslem elsewhere, and trifled with by
the higher class in Turkey, is rigidly
kept by women such as he is seeking.
When there is a lady ruling the house
hold, a compromise is permiited
where servants, being few, must worn
hard. Covering the hair in presence
of male members of the family is
thought enough. But the muftis and
the cadis, the imams and the ulemas
would be horrified at the idea of such
gross immorality if it occurred in a
bachelor’s house. He must wait,
therefore, living as he can, until some
one will cede to him, for love or
money, an ancient woman to do pro
priety ; or he may hire a chaperon.
This essential piece of furniture se
cured, he has a domestic spy in his
house, who will report his every word
and action, in the interest of the State
and of public morals.
The Veto Sustained.
After a few briefs of argument par
ticipated in by Messrs. Morgan, Bay
ard, Garland and Sherman, the bill was
settled in the Senate by a party vote-
29 to 25—except that Messrs. Cameron
of Wisconsin, Jones of Nevada and
Miller of California voted yea with
the Democrats. Mr. Davis, of Illinois,
and Mr. Mahone voted nay with the
Republicans.
On the question “Shall the bill pass,
notwithstanding the objections of the
President ?” the vote was—yeas, 29 ;
nays, 21, so the bill failed, two-thirds
not having voted in the affirmative.
The vote in detail is as follow^:
Yeas—Messrs. Bayard, Beck%Call,
Cameron of Wisconsin, Cockrell,
Davis of West Virginia, Fair, Farl^^
Gorman, Grover, Hampton, Harris,
Hill of Colorado, Johnston, Jones of
Nevada, Lamar, McPherson, Maxey,
Miller of New York, Miller, of Cal.,
Morgan, Pendleton, Pugh, Slater,
Teller^Vest, Voorliees aud Walker.
Total,
Nays—Messrs. Aldrich, Anthony,
Blair, Davis of Illinois, Dawes, Frye,
Harrison, Hawley, Hoar, Ingalls,
Kellogg. McMillan, Mitchell, Morrell,
Platt, Plumb, Rollins, Sawyer, Sewell,
Sherman aud Wiudom. Total, 21.
Messrs. Garland, Jackson, Jones of
Louisana, Ransom, Saulsbury, Wil
liams and Vance in the uffirmativi
'jwere paired with Messrs. Edmunds]
icDlll, Allison, Logan, Fj
ir in tl
A correspondent of,Nature'
from Savoch, Aberdeenshire,el
curious incident which reoeilj
him. “On February, 18tli,”
“tliis part of Scotland was v
a furious gale of wind, rain, e 1
hail. Near the end of the stoi
startled by a vivid flash of 1^
close at hand, ^>ut without fcs
At the same instant 1 fount
'enveloped in a sheet of pale fli<(
white light. It seemed to proceed
trom every part ot my clothes, espe
cially ep the side least exposed to the
hail, *nd more particularly and
brightl/ from my arm, shoulder and
head. Though I turned about pretty
smartly aud shifted my position, I
found it impossible to shake off the
flickerirg flames. I felt no unusual
sensatioo beyond the stinging of the
hail, and no sound except that of the
storm. r . have puzzled myself to ac
count fo 1 the strange phenomenon,
and can «nly imagine it to have been
a peculiarmanifestation of SL.-’Elmo’s
fire, so jy]L 'La own to sjp flora during
thunder-storms within the tropics.”
Another correspondent relates a
somewhat similar experience. Two
men on a dark night were climbing a
rocky, heathery height in Rannock,
and were all at once set on flames by
some mysterious fire, which appeared!
m
to proceed from the heather, whic
they were traversing. The more they
tried to rub the flames oil the more
tenaciously they seemed to adhere,
and the more the fire increased in
brightness and magnitude. Moreover,
the long heather, agitated by their
feet, emitted streams of burning vapor
and for the space of a few minutes they
were in the greatest consternation.
They believed that they barely escaped
a living cremation. Without doubt
the object ot their fear was St. Elmo’s
fire.
Children and their Influence.
Nearer to glory they stand than we,
in this world and next! It was a gen
tle and not unholy fancy that made
the Portugese artist, Siquiera, in one
of his sweet pictures, fornjof millions
of infant faces the floor ofjieaven ; di
viding it thus from the fiery vault jj
neath, with its group
and lost. For how
this image been re§
have been saved
by the voioe and]
scious little ones
a mother dwell
presence of guard
bear on for her cl
will toil for them-l-die for them
for them—which i| sometimes h
The woman who'
on the immediate
an angels. She will
^ildren’s sake. ^Bhe
[ve
er*
still. The neglecteu, miserable, mi-
treated wife, has still one bright sp^t
in her home; in that dsrkness a watch
light burns; she has her children’s
love—she will strive for her children.
The woman tempted by passion hi
still one safeguard stronger th
with which you would4 ■* r
she will not Rrfve *h^ childrenT^rne
angry aud outraged woman sees in.
those tiny features a pleading more
eloquentthan words; her wrath
r husband melts in the sun
shine of their eyes. Idiots are they
who, in family quarrels, seek to pun
ish the mother by ; arting her from
her offspring; for in that blasphemy
against nature they do violence to
God’s 6wn decrees, and lift away from
her heart the consecrated instruments!
of His power.
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Of Interest.
The only liberty that is valuable is a
liberty connected with order, that not
only exists along with order and vir
(lie, but which cannot exist at all
without them, It inheres in good and
steady government as in its substance
and vital principle.
“Well, Andrew,” a gentleman re
marked to a Scotchman who, wftjrfTfis
brother was the remn^jnlr’of'anar.row
sect, “I suppose yo#and Sandy are
the only bodies who will get to heaven,
now?” “’Died, sir,” replied Andrew’
shaking his head, “an’ I’m no’ so surel
about Sandy.”
A London paper says: “A lady w L
singing, last week, at a charity co.l
cert, and the audience insisted upcll
hearing her song a second time. Her!
daughter, a little child, was present,
and on being asked afterwards how
her mamma had sung, replied, “Very
badly, for they made her do it all over
again.”
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The Sultan of Turkey granted Gen
eral Wallace aud Mr. Phelps, the
United States Ministers to Turkey
and Austria res||glJdy, permissfen
■now very rare^^ft ted—1<> lnsp^t
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