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Last Words. "Jesus.”—Ignatius Loyola. “More light!”—Goethe. “The artery no longer beats.”—Al bert de Haller. “That is right; I have now done.”— Joseph Priestley. "I must sleep now.”—Lord Byron. “God’s will be done.”—Bishop Ken. “Christ, Christ!” then after, “This is as it should be.”—Douglas Jerrold. “I have had enough of everything.” —Dr. Jortin. “Give Mr. Dagroles a chair.”—Lord Chesterfield. “All is well at last.”—George Crab be. “Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.”—Sir Edward Coke. “Thank God, I have done my duty.” —Lord Nelson. “I have sent for you that you may see how a Christian can die.”—Addi son. “Thou wilt show my head to the people ; it is worth showing.”—George James Danton. “Let me hear once more those notes so long my solace and delight.”—Mo zart. “Lord Jesus, receive my soul! O Lord, save my country.”—John Hamp den. “We are all going to heaven, and Vandyke i3 one of the party.”—Thos. Gainsborough. “Oh, my country! how I love my country.”—William Pitt. They were reading the Psalms to him ; he said, “Cease now.”—John Locke. “it matters little how the head lies, provided the heart is right.”—Sir Walter Raleigh. “These brave fellows wiil be cut up for want of a commander.”—Colonel James Gardiner. “Then I shall be glad to find a hole to.creep out of the world at.”—Thomas Hobbes. “Pity my beard should be cut, that has not committed treason.”—Sir Thomas More. The doctor asked him, “Is your mind at ease?” “No, it is not.”— Oliver Goldsmith. “If I had strength enough to hold a pen I would write how easy and pleas- „ »nt a thing it is to die.”—Dr. William Hunter. Sir Wathen Waller, who was in at tendance on George IV., went to his bedside and found the King agitated, and helped to raise him from his bed. The King exclaimed : “Watty,what is this? It is death ! They have deceived me.” In that situation, without a struggle, he expired. 1830. Very calmly, trusting in God, died Mary of England, the wife of William III., resigned to her death, although so happy and brilliant had been her life with her husband. On her death bed, ©ften as she was asked if any thing could be done to ease her, she always replied : “Nothing does me so much good as prayer.” William, who upon her death fell into di Bpair, cried out in his grief, “I was the happiest man on earth, and from this time shall be the most unhappy one. She had no fault; no one can know how good she was but I!” William III. followed her in a few years, and died as calm and resigned as she. German Workmen. Workmen in Germany have a hard row to hoe, according to the report of Consul General Vogler. He finds that the average cost of food alone for four persons amounts to $9.50 a week. The highest wages are paid at Frankfort- on-the Main, Prussia. The wages of a buildei’s foreman at Frankfort are $7.40 a week ; a journeyman, $5.04 ; a hod-carrier, $3.74; a cabinet-maker, $4.58; a locksmith, $4.85; a tailor, $4.56; a shoemaker, $3.84. a factory hand, $3.50; and gardeners and field handi the same, while in Darmstadt the field laborer only gets $1.44 per week. It is at Nuremberg that the general scale of wages is the smallest. A foreman get $4.80 a week; a jour neyman, $2.40; a hod-carrier, $1 44; a cabinet-maker, $2 10 ; a locksmith, the same ; a tailor $1.80; a shoemaker, the same; a gaidener $2.16; and a field hand $1.68. Emigration of workmen seems to be the only solution of the labor problem in Germany as well as .in several other European countries. A. jet Hack lamb was the offspring of a sheep belonging to Robert Good srd, of Oak Hill, Me. The mother re fused to recognize or assist It iu any way, hut when she subsequently gave birth to a snow-white lamb it was rested with extravagant afleotion. Pleasures of the Russian Post Office. In Bussia, a letter may be opened in its passage through the post office by anybody and everybody. It is true that acts of this Kind usually have the will of a Minister for their authority. It is also well known that certain times and seasons are chosen for pry- But It is none the less true that there is nothing in the regulations of the Russian post office to prevent the arbi trary and irresponsible acts of a Minis ter from being imitated by the post master or his clerk. The chances of a letter being allowed to pass without interference are not visibly greater than the chances of it being opened. Nor is there much ceremony in the process. The officials seem to dispense with that time-honored expedient of inquisitive lodging-house keepers—a steaming tea-Kettle. The letter is sim ply slit for half its length—more if necessary —the contents removed and examined, and ti.e envelope finally fastened up with the gummed paper that forms the margin of sheet postage stamps. As there is not the slightest necessity for concealment, there is not the smallest attempt to disguise the act of inquisition, and the opened letter reaches its destination with the evidences of its treatment written broadly, even triumphantly, across its face. Opened communications are not, however, always reclosed. On the evening of the assassination of the late Emperor every letter passing through the St. Petersburg post office was opened and subsequently deliv ered—where delivery took place—with a gaping slit in the envelope, indicat ing the feverish haste with which the scrutiny had been conducted. In the provinces, perhaps, post office officials are less liable to panic than in the capital, but their very distance from the seat of government gives a precari- ousnesB to postal communication from which the system does not suffer in centres like St. Petersburg and Mos cow. In the capital there is at least dispatch, even if accompanied by a disagreeable form ot espionage ; in the provinces postal traffic is beset with much slowness and uncertainty. Some of the postmasters have a habit of detaining correspondence for days at a time. From A«traghan, for ex ample, I have just received at the hour and moment two letters, one of which was posted six days before the otner. in country towns post office servants are strongly suspected—with what justification I know not—of de laying and opening letters purely for the purpose of possessing themselves of local secrets. If the address is written badly, and does not at once disclose its meaning to the post office employe, it is put aside and ultimately consigned to the flames. In this way many thousauds of letters are annu* ally burnt in Russia—communications which 1 think it safe to say would under a better and more painstaking system for the most part reach their destination. It is, of course, upon books, newspapers and printed matter of all kinds that the Russian post office censorship presses most heavily. To receive The Contemporary Review with four or five pages of an article obliterated by a filthy stinking com pound of oil, beeswax and printing ink ; to have one’s Manchester Exami ner and Times banded to one with its first or second leading article cut cleanly out by the censorial scissors— are experiences which in England could only be conceived of as the preliminaries and provocatives of some national agitation, but which in Rus sia are treated, because they have to be treated, as every day occurrences. Not very many months ago regis tered letters could not be received without first passing through the Custom House. The owner of* the communication, after complying with o >rtain preliminaries, designed to as sist the authorities in his Identifica tion, went to the Custom H ouse to claim his letter. He was there sub jected to an examination. If bis pa pers and documents were satisfactory, the letter was produced, solemnly opened, and, finally, if found to con tain no contraband articles, it was banded over to the claimant. It hap pened often enough—the Russians have a perfect mania for the unneces sary registration of letters—that all the package ooutalned was a photo graph or a pair of stockings, and to obtain possession of those articles the law-abiding citizen was subjected to a delay of at least two days, a charge of from 61. to is., and to the loss of a whole afternoon or morning spent In the visit to the douane, not to say anything about the annoyance and kns of temper involved. Even now, since the abolition of tha Custom House examination, the receipt of registered letters is hampered by very troublesome, and at the same time very unnecessary, conditions. The recipient is first officially notified that there is a registered letter awaiting him at the post office. If a stranger, he probably hurries thither to claim it, but only to discover his ingenuous ness and precipitancy. It is for the dvornik who watches over him at his hotel or lodging-house to make the first step. The dvornik must visit the nearest police station, and there make a Statutory declaration to the effect that the. Ivan Ivanovich, residing at such an address in such a perspective, is the very identical Ivan Ivanovich mentioned in the official notification, aud no other. His declaration sol emnly made, the chief or police of the quarter solemnly “legalizes” the document, and the notification having been signed oy Ivan Ivanovich, can then be exchanged for the registered letter at the post office. Of course Ivan Ivanovich cannot get his com munication on the day of its arrival, he must personally present himself at the post office in order to receive it, and he is sometimes called upon to pay Zees of one kind or another a value in excess of that of the contents of the letter themselves. Nor are the formalities which have to be com plied with in the dispatefi of registered letters at all less annoying or expens ive. One of the regulations makes it incumbent upon the sender to write the value of the package, in coin, notes or articles, on a form, and also on the outside of the envelope; and this, in some cases, must take place in French. Hiw injuriously this ar rangement may operate is shown by the details of a case which have just reached me from Moscow. In a small village twenty miles from the old Russian capital lives a tradesman who is in the habit of sending small sums of money through the post by registered letter. He does not know French, the post offlc9 officials of his village are ignorant of that language, he can get no one to assist him, and is, therefore, obliged to travel twenty miles to Moscow to dispatch his packet there. The result is that the cost of the journey is actually in ex cess of the amount of his inclosure ! Home Economies. Ten Minute Cake.—One-fourth of a pound of butter, a little less than a pound of flour, the same of sugar, six eggs beaten separately ; flavor with mace, or other flavoring to taste, and bake in mufflinrings. President's Pudding.—Cut some slices of stale bread and dip each one in a custard made thus: “Beat up one egg with a wineglass full of milk and one half ounce of powdered sugar, ’fry the bread quickly in butter, pile on a dish with layers of jam between the slices, pour a thin boiled custard over aud sift some sugar, then serve. Queen’s Pudding -One pint of fine sifted bread crumbs, one quart of milk, one cup of sugar, the yelks of four eggs, a piece of butter the size of an egg, bake until done (but do not allow it to become water) and spread with a layer of jelly. Whip the whites of the eggs to a stiff froth with five table- spootfuls of sugar and juice of one lemon, spread on the top and brown lightly. This is good with or without sauce. It is good cold, served with rich cream. Soups.—To make nutritious and palatable soup, with flwors well min gled, requires study, practice and good taste. The best basis for soup is lean uncooked meat, a pound of meat to a quart of water, to which may be added chicken, turkey, beef or mutton bones well broken up, a mixture of beef, mutton, and veal, with a bit of ham bone, all cut fine, makes a higher fla vored soup than any single meat; the legs of all meats are rioh in gelatine, an important constituent of soup. The best herbs are sage, thyme, sweet marjoram, tarragon, mint, sweet basil, parsley, bay-leaves, cloves, mace, cel. ery seed and onions. The bestseasoning is that which is made up of the small est quantity from each of many spices. The good ?oup maker must be a skill- lul taster. Children’s Books. Children’s books abound nowadays, but I question if children are as well off as when their libraries were scan tier. The opportunity for choice is so large that pareuts are commonly too bewildered to make selections, and end by the books the bookseller rec ommends, or which recommends itself by having the greatest number of pic tures. Of illustrated books there are now a hundred where there use! (o be © ne. A Siberian Landlord. Sleeping in a Steam Cheat. An Indignant Traveler Ssekmg Air. Our first act was to forward our passports to the chief of police to be visaed. This is an imperative duty imposed upon all Siberian travelers when .hey arrive in a place where they intend to stop for more than a few hours. The passports are delivered to the landlord of the hotel, or the house holder upon whom you may be billet ed, in case hotel accommodations are lacking, and is by him sent to the bu reau of the chief of police. When re turned with the proper visa, the land lord is allowed to keep it until his guest has settled his account, and so the possession of a passport is not only a protection and a permission for trav eling, but is a guarantee that the holder of it bas paid his bills as he went along. After this little preliminary had been attended to, we were shown to a room which was utterly guiltless of a bed, and contained only a couple of sofas, a dilapidated table and a num ber of rickety chairs. On the walls several cheap prints of departed Rus sian rulers and Russian saints were Hung, and in their midst a pictuie of Washington, a decidedly incongruous association. The room was heated to a roasting temperature by a huge sqyare furnace standing just outside the door, and calculated to warm the corridor and the half a dozm rooms opening into it. Means of ventilation there were none, and the air was so close and stifling as to be almost unen durable to us who had lived on the pure, fresh, cold and wholesome air of out doors for so long a time. Wearied, however, with our long ride, we threw ourselves down on the sofas, first tumbling our furs, blankets and other accoutrements into the cor ner and dropped to sleep at once. I did not sleep long, however, but soon awoke with a stifling sensation across my breast and a racking headache that threatened, I thought, to split my head quite open. Our furs and cloth ing, wet through from our long ride, had thawed out under the effect of the beat and had been steaming and smok ing in such a way that almost turned our room into a first-class vapor-bath. We could scarcely see from one side of the room to the other for the steam, and when I arose and endeavored to grope my way to the door, I was so dizzy and weak that I could scarcely stand. Gvosdikoff was furious be cause we had been put into such quar ters, and swore soundly that he would have the head of tfie witch of a land lord who had ventured thus to treat us. Witn a voice that thundered through the whole house he called fer the bell-boy, it such we can call the man-of-all-work whose duty it was to wait upon the guests. “Maltchik, mallchik / ’’he shouted. “Sey tchass (directly), was the re sponse from below. Directly in the dictionary of a Rus sian servant means any time within a week, according to his convenience. We waited and waited, and Gvosdi koff stormed and fumed. Still no maltchik. Again he was called in more stentorian tones than before. lt Sey tchasa, sey tchass,” was again the prompt response, but there was no service following it. Our misery became unendurable, and the anger of Gvosdikoff, which had all along been steadily rising, was now at fever heat. Witn an oath he seized one of the chairs and with tre mendous force threw it at one of the windows. “I’ll see if we can get any fresh air,” lie exclaimed. With a crash that smashed the glass into a thousand fragments, broke the window frames to pieces, and shook the whole room, the chair went through on its errand of mercy. An other chair followed its companion into the outer world by way of the other window, and the cold, fresh air poured in through the openings and quickly dissipated the dead, smother ing atmosphere. We were enlivened at once, and for the first time si ace coming into the house, began to feel comfortable and quite like ourselves. “Now let us see if wo oau find the maltchik or his villainous master,” said Gvosdikoff, We found our way down stairs, and, turning our steps kitchenward, where the proprietor as well as the servants of suoh a place are most likely to be found when not on duty elsewhere, which really rarely happens, opened the door leading into that room. To our utter amazement, there sat the landlord oomfo’-tably taking his breakfast, with his maltchik wait ing upon him. Ti e anger of Gvosdi- keff was again beyond control, and rightly so,too, 1 thought. Here was the impudent, lazy landlord keeping the guests of his house waiting for at least half an hour, while the servant for whom they had been calling had been getting his breakfast and paying at tention to the guests only long enough at a time to shout “directly, directly,” to appease. The way in which Gvosdikoff tooK in the scene was as good as a comedy ami a tragedy combined. With one stride he was beside the landlord, and giving him such a tongue-lashing as no Billingsgate’s flshwoman could surpass, At the same time he grasped the offending maltchik by the nape of neck and the seat ol his breeches, and with one throw pitched bim out of the window. I have seen a great deal of the un governable ray e of the average Russian army officer, but I baa never seen a real manifestation of it before. This, however,was quite eqougfi. I.wm thor oughly alarmed. The poor L diord was so frightened that lie beg .;Vi for mercy on his knees, and the u i fortu nate servant, with just about life en nigh left in his body to enab.e him to move, crept away and hid himself, not venturing to put in an appearance again while we were iu the house. We had intended getting breakfast at this house before going to our per manent quarters, but of course would not do so now. Gvosdikoff ordered our things to be eloaded upon our sleigh, and the pOor landlord, profile® with the most abject apologies, which however,were summarily cut short by our manner and our words, hastened to obey the command. A note was sent to the military commandant, apprising him of our arrival, and an other to the chief of police requesting him to find suitable accommodations for us at once. We had not long to wait before receiving answers to both notep. The commandant sent a lieu tenant to say that he expected to re ceive us at his residence, and the chief of police having learned Gvosdikoff’s rank and mission, had secured lodg ings f r U3 at one of the finest houses in the place. Tae latter accommodar tion was preferred by Gvosdikoff, and thither we were driven, and were soon snugly ensconced in a comfortable room where servants waiting upon us sup plied us at once with tea and a hearty breakfast of chops, steak and eggs, bread and honey. Painting Houses. Mr. E. E. Rexford presents some important factsou “PaintingHouses,” in the American Agriculturist, from which we select the following: For country houses I would advise for open, exposed places, a pale gray or drab. There are complaints made frequently that drab looks cold. It cannot look colder than white does, and there is no reason why it should look cold at all, it proper care^ taken to have the trimmings of the house of some warm, cheerful color. I know a drab house with deep, warm-toned brown cornice and blinds, with plenty of vines clambering up to break the monotony ofthesuiface between the windows, and it is one of the warmest looking houses I kuow of. Iu the sum* mer it is refreshing to look at it. It does not pain the eyes with its glare. It does not assert itself the moment you reach the top of the hill and come within sight of it. white house would draw your attention at once; and, no matter how you might try to look at something else, the white blotch on the landscape would leave its impression n your eyes, and you could not help seeing it. This grey house seems part of the landscape. Its color blends well with the green about it. There are no large trees around it, but there are vines, and the general effect in summer is cool and subdued, and in winter it gives a sence of warmth an.' comfort. Why it gives a sensation of warmth at one season and of coolness at another, is explained by the fact that summer is a season of high, bright colors, and the drab is in a lower tone of color than those prevailing iu the landscape. Winter is a season of but little color, aud then drab, in contrast with the snow-covered earth, becomes cheerful, and the deep-touefi trim mings, which should be seen on every house painted in drabs or grays, give a sense of warmth which they would not have iu summer when all about it is in high, decided tones. “I’m in favor women voting, If they want to,” said a political orator. “1,’d like to see the man who’d m***. na vote if we didn’t want to,” a female auditor.