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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. 'if.. \ 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.” 1 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 .mpe-'" 1