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LJNE3. Fair as the light of auroras' first beam, As It conies blushing red o’er the sea: Bright as the pICMues ol poet’s fond dream Dear maiden, Is tby presenci to me. Itche?rsme when pressed with life’s many cares, It brightens my pathway with gladness and light; When the hours grow dark and day disap pears, It makes all the world seem beautiful and bright. May naught e'er rise to break the fond tie That binds our souls together in love; Or cause In our bosom to wither and die The feeling having Its origin above. Dear one, may not a sorrow or lingering re gret E’er disturb thy tranquil young breast: May any chance care on thy brow lightly set, Nor cause theeone moment of bitter unrest. As softly you glide down life’s tranquil stream! The ocean of eternity before thee, May the hours of thy life be as a joy-giving dream. And peace her sweet mantle spread o’er thee. * And O, that I too might, share tby dear boat, And with thee float oceanward and dream And dreaming thus and loving thee, forever there float Till heaven’s bright shore before us should gleam 1 LOLA; OK, THE SONG BIRD OF GLEN ELDER. Perclied high upon a hillside stood brown schorl house overlooking r Geln Elder, a deep, dark gorge, where ran sparkling and singing through sunshine and shade a noisy brook. Away to the right, were milL that sent up by night and day a busy whirr, and clustered about were the humble homes of the village of Tuscarora, and looking as though they had straggled away from its school house, or that building had itself played truant and gone up the hill for the purpose of eliding down, to gather wintergreen berries, or catch a view of the un equaled panorama. What it really did accomplish was the appropriating all of the sweet summer breezes, rs well as the fiercest of the snow-laden blasts during the long winter months. .From one of tbe Eastern colleges had wandered thither a young gentle man named Leslie, as master of the pupils of Tuscarora. He was a tall, muscular fellow’, with grave, blue eyes and a wholesome color in his face like that of winter apples. He had arrived in early autumn, and had stood in the doorway of the school house, drinking in beautiful draughts of nature when in her most poetic mood. And every day as he clirned to this eyrie toward cloudlaud he paused and gained inspiration from the pictures around him, while au tumn drifted away with all the gor geous treasures of dead leaves, and the rigors of winter shut down upon the little village, locking with icy fetters the brook, turning the hills into a melancholy white waste, and render ing the path to the school house a toil some ^e. One day in February, as the sun was beginning to melt away the snow in little patches, the master, a3 usual, sat at his desk and began calling the roll. Name after name was responded to until became to that of LolaDanforth. “ Here,” was answered in a clear voice. “ Robert Danforth ?” There was no response, and he glanced over to the corner where bent a little daik face over her book. “Where is your brother, Lola?” and receiving no response, he con tinued; “Playing truant, as usual, I presume, which is one of the vices one is compelled to thiesh out of a fellow.” The face was lifted from the book burning red, while the great flashing black eyes were fastened upon the face of the master as he finished the roll- call and took up the lessons. Presently a lank, red-headed, Watery-eyed youth slunk into the school room and his usual seat. But he did not accomplish it so slyly as to escape the watchful eyes of the master, who commanded him to come forth and give an account of himself. The poor, half-witted youth could only reply by sniveling excuses. They were not in the least respected by Leslie, who, taking a Btout birch rod from its place on the wall was about to administer punishment, when he was suddenly confronted by the dark aud wrathful face of Lola, who exclaimed with almost hissing • utterance; “You must not strike Rob. Indeed you must not.” ” commanded the your ter. rod and the ' raised the iesceuded ly clad form of the boy not upor Itflj the pretty, round, plump shoulders of Lola, for at tbe downward stroke of the whip, she had encircled her brother with her arms. Her eyes were ' fl ishing through t< ars ; the bio v had deepened the scarlet on bar cheeks and lips, and she quietly confronted the chagrined teacher, who exclaimed: “Will you go to your seat, Lola, and leave this boy to the well-merited punishment? Or, since your heart is too tender to witness it, you may go home.” “Never!” answered the girl, fiercely. “ I tell you he shall not be whipped.” Then, as if fearing his greater strength, she continued plead- irgly: “ O, sir, do not punish him. He is not just right, you know, and when mother died she told me to always care for aud protect him.” The latter portion of her speech was uttered through sobs, and after a pause, she resumed : “ I sent him for something, and dear Robby could never guess at the time, so I am the only one to blame.” Again she lifted those wonderful midnight eyes, with their long, dark, tear-gemmed lashes to the flushed and puzzled face above her. The voice of the master was husky, as he gave j them both permission to go to their seats, and when the duties of the day were over, the scholars gone home, and he was lingering at his desk over a difficult problem, the door opened and disclosed the gypsy face of Lola Danforth. In her arms she carried a mass of ground pine, intermixed with the sweet scented blossoms of the trailing arbutus, aud walking directly vp to the desk of the master, she laid a por tion of her treasure upon it, and said ; “ It was for these Robby was late to day, sir. I said I wished for them so much, and—and he thought he had plenty of time to get them where the snow had melted off. But he went too far and got to dreaming, as he does when he is alone, so you see it was I who was to blame, for I should not have said that I wanted the flowers.” “ You are a very brave little gill, and I greatly admire the fidelity to the trust imposed upon you by your dead mother. Still I ought to do something to cure your brother cf the bad habit of loitering on the way to school,” was answered. “ Yes, I know, sir, but you must never strike him.” “ And you must never dictate or in- interfere with my duty. However, I am sorry your innocent shouldeis re ceived the blow due him and next time remember to keep your seat.” “ I can’t do so, sir, and you shall never strike him.” “ And what wou’d you do, little impertinence, should I some time deem it necessary ?” “I believe I should kill you!” aud with flashiug eyes she involuntarily closed her little brown hands into pigmy fists, and then, as she saw him glance down at them with an amused smile, continued: “No, perhaps I could not do that, but I should hate you, and nothing could induce me to ever come to school again.” “ Then let us hope peace may reign beiween us, Lola, until the end, ana that I am forgiven f< r the blow of to day.” He extended his hand. She laid her own in it for an instant, and flashed upon him through her tears a wondrous smile that lighted the dark gipsy face as a suubeam out of a rain cloud. Then, placingfanother bunch of the perfumed, pink, shell-like flowers upon his desk, she turned and vanished out of the open door and down the mountain side to join her waiting brother. When the master reached his hoard ing house he questioned the landlady, Mrs. Lane, regarding her singular pupil, Lola. He learned that when the was but four years old, a lady and gentleman stopped at the village inn, the gentleman too ill to proceed. The physician who was summoned pro nounced it a severe case of smallpox. They were at once isolated in a little log cabin far up the glen, where lived an old lumberman and his wife, who kindly took them in. They were Lola’s parents and her father soon died. The mother shortly after gave birth to a poor, sickly tabv as unlike his sister as potsible. Mrs. Danforth was said to have been Spanish and an actress or dancer—Mrs. Lane did not remember which—and from her Lola inherited her wierd beauty. As it rned out, Madame Danforth was ft quite impecunious upon the hands * good lumberman and his wire, tersj she settliul iufttruolioniif her cnildren, who, the lady declared, could chatter to each other in Freuch and Spanish “ like everything.” To help towaid her support the joung widow taught music to the rustics of the country, until one day she was found with her hand upon her heart, her head pillowed upon the heaving breast of her fwelve-y ear-old daughter, gasping out tier life. When she had commended her children to the care of the Holy Mother, and faintly whis pered to the weeping daughter that she must care for and protect her brother, she ceased to breathe. “The girl must be older than she looks,” said Mr. Leslie, deeply inter ested in the romantic history. “ Yes, she is sixteen, and still re sides with the old people up the glen. But, as she is getting sttong enough to work, I presume she will soon have to go out to service, though her foster parents will be loth to give her up. They look upon her as their own, and the kind people of the village help them to clothe the poor little things.” The heart of the master echoed the sigh of the landlady, aud that night his dreams were all of the little dark face in which was blended tenderness and defiant anger. But at last he was awakened by a confusion of sounds, and became aware that the predicted thaw had come, and sent a tuousand little rivulets down the mountain side to burst the icy fetters and swell Glen Elder Creek to a mighty and turbu lent flood. Hastily dressing aud g»'ng out of doors he found the village flooded and the house he called home in danger of being swept away. “To the hills!” came a shout, and the answering echoes took it up and repeated again and again “To the hills!” With the cry the half-dressed and affrighted inhabitants rushe i fightinv their way out of the loariug waters, some upon rafts, some in boats. And presently Leslie saw a beacon light flash out upon the hill side where the schodl house stood in safety. Toward it the alarmed people directed their steps, dragging with them whatever of food or comforts they had managed to secure. After assisting Mrs. Lane and her family in their flight and securing his own valuables the young master turned his attention to his own safety, but only to find that the flood had widened and shut out all of the valley leading to the beacon ol safety—that the only way to gain it was along a dangerous cliff, and which, after a toilsome journey, would bring him to ttie schiol house from the other side of the mountain. The morning was just dawning as he had accomplished the most danger ous part of his task, and he paused to rest and glance back upon the scene of awful destruction. Everywhere ran litile muddy rills from snowy heights to join the madly rushing torrent of water which tore through the narrow gorge and bearing on its foaming bosom all that opposed its way. Huge boulders, logs aud uprooted trees all went down together in the boiling vortex until it reached the broadir valley and there became a lake of seething foam as it engulfed the little village. As he stood thus in the chill gray morning, both awed and fascinated by the scene, his ears were startled by a peculiar, prolonged cry like that of some suffering bird. It came from the other side of a jutting cliff', where lay his path, and swelled out even above the roaring of the waters below. Then and almost instantly it changed to the warbling notes of a blue bird’s soDg ; then again to that of the wood thrush and the cat bird, and ended in the low, plaintive cry of the whippoorwill. Amazed, he stood and questioned. Could some poor, storm-beaten, es caped mocking bird be stranded in an evergreen thicket and thus utter its plaint? With the thought he hastened around the point and beheld to his in finite surprise Lola Danforth clinging to a tree that swayed in dangerous proximity above a yawning precipice. A faded scarlet hooded mantle hung loosely upou her shoulders, her thick raven hair was dishevelled and the sport of the wind. At the instant again the bird’s song was repeated in wonderful variety, and could come only from the scarlet lips of the young girl. “Lola,” he exclaimed, reaching out and snatch ing her back from her dangerous post- Aon, “what is the matter? Do yru not know that all who can have sought shelter in the school house? Come with ice. Every step is danger ous, and voii will only be safe tlure ” “My brother!'' gasped she, strug gling away impetuously. “ They told me he had gone to the school house, but be is not tliere, and I came back to seek him.” “And it was to him you were send ing forth such strange calls. It was wonderful. Who taught you, Lola?” •* I do not know, unless the birds,” she answered, smiling and showing her ma.niflcer.t teeth. “ Robby says they were born in my throat. But I must go back in search of him.” “ You ! Why, child, he cannot be down there. Do you not seetliateven the cattle have climbed toe hills for safety, and he would not remain ?” “Then something has happened to him,” she faltered, turning back a ter rified and pallid face. The next moment she slid from his grasp and darted < ownward, clinging to a sapling here and a shrub there, sliding, leaping, falling, down she went, her companion following, until they stood almost upon the bank of the foaming cataract. And there, amid the debris of dead wood and the bodies of dead animals, they at last caught sight of a little baud clinging to a timber, and a moment later Leslie was periling his own life for the safety of the little waif, Robby. Presently he struggled out of the flood, spent and bruised, with his helpless and limp bur len clasped in his arms. For a brief time the earth seemed to spin about him. Then lie recovered his senses as the gill caught and pressed the dead face of her brother to her heart with one long wail of an guish. Together they chafed the cold limbs, erdeavoriiig to bring back life, while Lola wound her scarlet mantle around poor R )bby to give warmth. Failing in this, they struggled up the moun tains under their ghastly burden. But at last they wore compelled to pause under a thicket of evergreens and l*y the poor dead boy down upon a bed of soft pine needles. Then Lola sank down by his side with a burst of tears that to’d she also hud given up all of hope. “ I must go for help,” said Leslie, tenderly raising her up. ‘ ‘ Come with me. Nothing more can harm him. He is beyond all floods, all tempests, all tears, and where sorrow can never more come.” Clinging to him and weeping as if her heart would break, he bore her up to the villagers, who tended, com forted and did ail in their power for her, and when at last the flood had subsided they placed the poor dead bo.’ by the s : de of liis parents in the churchyord, and shortly afferwnre there came a stranger who claimed Lola to take her away to a foreign home. Alone that night, in the little school house on the hillside, the young mas ter sat facing the fact that the little dark-eyed Lola had taken with her his whole heart. On liis desk lay a little note of thanks which said: God bless you, dear Mr. Leslie, for risking your life to bring me my dear dead brother. 1 shall ever love and pray for you. Good-by. Lola. A bunch of her favorite early blos soms accompanied the note, and as he gazed upou them the teacher mur mured : “ Poor, innocent child, love has no meaning for her save that which giatitude dictates.” Then ho placed the letter and flowers next his heart, and went forth to take up life again with a new bur- ben and a broken heart. Four years later, one evening, a party cf gentlemen were standing in the lobby of a theatre in a Southern city. Suddenly a song, clear and soft, came out to them ; then it sank as the dying breath of the zephyr, gently mingled with the musical chirp of some waking bird in a far away thicket; then all of the woodland warblers gathered to take up the song and pour it out in a wonderful mel ody, and with it came the cry of the whippoorwill Leslie had heard years before in Glen Elder. With a rapidly beating heart and misty eyes he forced his way in with the crowd, to see standing Ik fore the footlights a tall, sylph-like form clad in Bhiminering white, while upon the soft pink armB and about the lovely throat sparkled diamonds. The beau tiful, dark, half-Spanish faoe, the olive cheeks with tint of the pome granate he could not be mistaken in, and Leslie knew that before him stood Lola, the song bird of Glen Elder. Hastily penning a note and placing therein the withered spray of arbutus, he found a meseei.ger and dispatched it to the green room. Presently the girl appeared again, and lo! his little remenfhra other days rested above her beatinj heart, and as she glanced up their eyes met and he noticed the glitter of tear drops upon the long lashes. At that moment his messenger re turned and handed him a card. He arose bewildered, was too happy to remain quiet, and so walked off beneath the stars. When the opera was finished he found his way to the hotel where Lola was staying, and when admitted to her presence "the stood before him with eagtr eyes and rosv face while he bent over breathing iuto her willing ears a torrent of words - hat told of his mighty love. For reply she took from her bosom and kissed the faded flowers. Then lifted a smiling and deeply blushing face, and said: “Lovely Glen Elder! In all my wanderings I have never found any thing dearer than the graves I left there, or a truer, dearer friend than he who gave me merited chastisement, and who, with other lessons, taught me that of love.” In an instant she was weeping upon his heart, and he was whispering in ner ears words we have no business to know, save that among the pet names that came so readily to the lins of a lover he called her his “ sweet song bird of Glen Elder.” A Most Ingenious Cook. Near, in the opinion of the Greek poet Euphron, are the poet and the cook. Both, he says, attain by an in genious audacity the apex of their art. And to show the intellectual daring 01 the cock, he tells the fol’owing story : Nicomedes, the great king of Bithynia, being once on a time some twelve days’ journey from the sea, had a sudden longing for a loach. Some lexicographers explain the word used by Euphon as “smelt,” but the general concensus is in favor of the former interpretation. His cook served him up iu twenty minutes this very fish. Everybody wondered, for the season, to add to the difficulty of the exploit, chanced to be midwinter. It is said tbat once while Selden satin the assembly of Divines at Westmin ster, a warm debate arose about the distance from Jericho to Jerusalem. Those who contended for the longer distance were about to yield to the ar- guinem of their adversaries that fishes were carried from one city to the other when the celebrated lawyer cried out, “Perhaps the fishes were salted.” upon which the dispute was renewed with increased vigor. But the loach in the present case was quite fresh. How then was it procured? French cooks can, it is well known, make a delicious soup out of an old shoe, but the curious device of the cook of Nicomedes, will be found equally clever. He took a turnip, and cut it into the figure of a loach. He then boiled It gently over a slow fire, added a certain quantity of oil and salt—not that indefinite amount fa miliar to us in modern cookery books as a “pinch,” but measured with ex act aud learned discrimination—and completed the dish by the sprinkling of a dozen grains of black pepper. Nicomedes, devouring the disguised turnip with a good appetite, told his friends that it was the finest loach he ever ate in his life. It is surely but a just reward of merit that cooks posses sed of such powers as these should receive those high salaries we read of in the records of Imperial Rome. American Newspapers in 1882. The American Newspaper Direc tory, recently issued by Geo. P. Row ell & Co., of New York, coutaius the names of 10,611 periodicals in the Uni ted States and Territories, which is again of 844 in the year just passed. The number of daily papers has in creased in a somewhat larger propor tion, and is now represented by a to tal of 996 against 921 in 1881. The largest Increase has been in New York—10 dailies, 29 of all sorts. Illi nois and Missouri show a percentage of gain which is even greater, while Colorado leads all others in the per centage of increase, both ot daily and wee -ly issues. California, Nebraska^ Nevada, Oregon, South Carolina, Tennessee, ’Vermont, and West* Virginia, have fallen behind 188\* in the total number of periodicals issued. In Georgia, Maine and Massachusetts, the suspensions have exactly coun terbalanced the new ventures. Ii every State net mentioned above, ai in the Territories, there has been increase. r,. ) A yst of the streets of that there are 3.639 of ther total leugth of about COO mile