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A mighty power and great,
With stalwart arm and iron hand—
A rulor in tho stato!
A being whom no fear controls,
Though tractitblo and mild—
Tho master of a myriad souls—
Yot mastered by n child I
It owns a namo whoso magic jiowcr
Can rnako its thunders felt,
And nations tromblo at the dower
Its mandates ayo liavo dealt;
It kuows no timo, it owns no lord,’
Its bolts speed far and free—
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From printed book and page j
Teachings that hid man’s spirit thrill
With lovo of bard and sago;
Procopts of noblest worth, whose sood
Wido sown is—duty douo !
That flro afresh tho soul’s high nood
Till truth’s strong goal is won 1
At times it tolls somo talo of blood,
And olioeks grow whito and wan,
Of battles fought by field and flood,
At riso and set of sun ;
It sings of victory’s cruol prido,
Of diro defeat and sliamo,
Itsgorgnn bend is htUdred-eyod,
And Rumor is its namo !
It tells another talo at times,
With accents clear and high,
When mingled swoot with marriage chimes
Tho marriago train sweeps by;
It rings of joy and merrimont;
It sounds of pain and woo (.
Somo piean glad through nations sent—
Somo death-knoll tolling slow i
When monarchs fall, when peoples rise,
When nations rouso their might,
Tills power leads on through earth and skios
Tho vanguard of tho right;
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And all tho lro of tyrants’ rago
In vain may toar it down i
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I was just s tavting in life as a clerk
in a law oflico in New York city when I
met Sergo Vnronin. I lived then quite
alone, with no influential friends to ad
vance my interests, and a mother to sup
port out of my meager salary. My
lodgings wore therefore very humble,
and in a comparatively poor quarter of
the city.
I had taken a scantily furnished room
on tho top floor, where I passed most ol
my evenings in copying law papors, for
which my employer paid mo extra. It
was not long before my curiosity be-
j camo aroused in regard to my neighbor.
I Our rooms wore connected by a door
I and late as it was when I went to bed I
could always see the light in his room
^ through tho chinks, and hear far into
tho "woo sma’hours” his heavy meas
ured tread—tramp, tramp, tramp—as he
paced up and down, until it faded away
into my dreams.
The first timo wo ever exchanged ci
vilities was one evening when I had re
turned homo lator than usual with somo
important documents to finish, and in
my haste turned out my gas. Not hav
ing a singlo match left I groped in tho
dark my way to his door and asked him
for the loan of one. I also seized tho
opportunity of studying his person and
surroundings.
Ho was a man apparently fifty or fifty-
five years of ago, tall, with rounded
shoulders and slightly stooping figure.
His face was heavily lined, and his hair
touched with gray. From the glimpse
I caught of his room I could see that it
was comfortably furnished, and that
pipes of various sizes and shapes adorned
the wall over tho fireplace, before which
an immense easy-cliair was drawn, Tho
few words ho uttered in responding to
my request betrayed an almost im
perceptible foreign accent.
f made several overtures of friendship
after this, but they were so coldly re
ceived that I decided to let matters take
their course, and merely nodded to him
whenever ohance tlirew us in each others
way.
Well, four years went by; things
had materially changed for me. I had
been promoted in business, and could
well afford to do away with the arduous
work of copying. Moreover, two of my
evenings each week were devoted to tho
sweetest little woman in the world,
whom, God willing, I expected to many
as soon as my means allowed.
My acquaintance with my neighbor,
too, had progressed. Very slowly, to be
sure, but now, for nearly two years, we
had spent evenings that were not other
wise occupied over his grate fire.
I can scarcely say I knew Serge Var-
onia much better than on the first night
I mot him. Ho was a strange, taciturn
man, a pessimist, a misanthrope.
Whatever interest he felt in me he
tried carefully to conceal, as if n regard
for any human creature were a reflection
on his principles.
For mysolf, in spite of his gruff ways,
I grew to liko him much. He was a sort
of enigma to mo—a man of vast learn
ing and culture, and yot taking such
pleasure in being boorish and bitter.
Sometimes ho would rolate an anec
dote of his experiences in his own coun
try— I may here say thnt he wns a Rus
sian—or elsewhere, but ns if recalled
by the evident pleasure with which I
listened to him, ho would abruptly end,
and relapse into his usual gloom, or sud
denly break out with a furious diatribe
against mankind in general; but of his
own personal history ho novor once
spoke.
Ono night I returned home in a par
ticularly happy mood. That afternoon
my employor had called me in his oflico,
and given me a guarantee of so excel
lent a futuro that I had hurried to soo
Jenny, and we had decided to sot our
wedding/lay for the same date tho fol
lowing year.
I hurried into Varonin’s room to tell
him the good news. Ho was sitting, as
usual, before his fire, smoking. Beside
him was drawn a table, on which stood
a pot of steaming coffee.
Ho motioned mo to a chair, and of
fered men cup of hot coffoe. This I took!
and cried, hilariously:
“Wish me joy, Vnronin! This day
next year will bo tho happiest of my
life. All through Jenny, dear little
woman !”
Your wedding I" lie exclaimed,
sharply, “ I’d rather it woro your
funeral. Then it would bo a quick
journey to your grave, instead of a slow,
tortuous one. Do you know of what
this dato is tho anniversary for me ?”
Ho leaned across tho table and gazed
at mo fixedly, whilo his pale faco was
drawn up with pain.
“This is the anniversary of tho death
of every joy my lifo possessed, of every
hope my heart harbored—of my youth,
my strength, my honor—and all througli
a woman—curse them! Frank Dennison,
look at me. Before I will soe you blast
your carcor, I will tear asido the cloak
that covers my past, and show you my
ninod life. Listen. You see mo a
gray-haired man, whoso youth has
perished. Do you think it was time
who has thus aged me? No; it was a
woman. I am barely thirty-eight years
old. Thirteen years ago I did not look
forward to this. No; thoro was not a
cloud on my horizon then. I was an
officer in a Russian Imperial Guard
regiment, stationed at St. Petersburg,
and I was married—married to a woman
whom I thought an angel. Groat God !
how I loved her—how she seemed to
love mo 1 She showed it not by words
alone, but by every glanco of her boau-
tiful eyes. Her face was tho loveliost,
most innocent, ever created, and yot it
covered a heart blacker, falser than
hell.”
Ho stopped short a moment to wipe
tho damp from his forehead, and then'
continued, in a low, hoarse tone:
I was happy, happy, happy, for
threo years, and then tho end camo. At
that time, you must know, secret revo
lutionary societies began forming all
over tho country, under the leadership
of such men as Bakunin, to undermine
tho government of the Czar Nicholas.
“Ono of tho principal aims of these
people was to spread disaffection in the
ranks of tho army and to gain it over to
tho cause of Nihilism, as it is now called.
Well, tho military authorities became
exceedingly vigilant, and both officers
and men woro thrown into prison on tho
slightest suspicion of treason.
“ I remember leaving the barracks
for home one evening, closely enveloped
in my great fur cloak, which had been
hanging on a peg in tho ordnance-room.
When within a few yards of my dwell
ing, in one of the suburbs of the city, I
was suddenly seized by a party of
soldiers and dragged to military head
quarters. Here, at a colonel’s com
mand, I was searched, and, to my
unspeakable amazement and utter hor
ror, a bundle of revolutionary docu
ments and handbills were found in ono
of the pockets of my fur cloak.
“Liko lightning it flashed across
my mind that I had become the victim
of a base conspiracy, and I protested
my innocence in the strongest of terms.
But all denials, all expostulations, were
useless, and I was thrown into prison to
await my trial by court martial.
“My first thought in confinement
was for my wife, and 1 managed to
send her word of my misfortune, entreat
ing her at the same time to visit mo.
“ For three days I waited, but she
neither camo or wr ote. On the evening
of the fourth day the cell-door opened,
and the general of my brigade entered.
“ He was a man I had always regarded
with intuitive dislike, but as he had
often evinced interest in my welfare,
even visiting me at my home, I had
combated my feelings as unjust,
approached me.
“ ‘ Sir, lie began, ‘ I have come to
night in the capacity of a meditator and
a friend, and I hope that you will under
stand your interests and take my words
in good part.’
“ I assured him that I would.
“ ‘ After all tho years that I have
held your loyalty to your czar and to
your flag to be out of question, after all
tho kindness I have shown you, that you
should thus disgrace your regiment and
your general—’
“ ‘ It is untruo ! I am innocent of the
charge!’ I cried, springing to my feet.
“‘Hushl’ ho returned, pityingly,
‘ tho documents were found in your pos
session ; the cose is ns good os proven.
If my own son had turned against mo, I
could not bo more cruelly wounded.
But even now I cannot forget what
have felt for you, and the remembranco
drives me to forget my dignity and posi
tion. Even if I wore not prompted by
this consideration, I would have another
incentive—your poor, heart-broken wife.
I wish to spare her the horror of your
conviction, which is certain.’
"I groaned aloud.
“ * I will prove my innocence. Would
to God that I could but soe my wifo I’
“‘No,’ ho said, sternly; ‘if I woro
not perfectly convinced of your guilt,
and if your wife were not equally so, I
would not bo hero to-night. I have
come in defiance of all my principles of
right, and of my sense of duty, to give
you d chance of escape. Here aro a
thousand rubles; the doll door shall
not he locked to-night, and the sentinel
will let you pass out. The watchward
is, “ Tho Emperor Paul.” You will
find plenty of outgoing vessels at
Oronstadt. Once on board of ono of
them, and you are a free man. But,
and here he paused an instant,’ I have
ono stipulation to make, and it is that
you do not attompt to see your wifo
again.’
“ ‘ What! ’ I cxglaimed, wildly, ‘ inno
cent though I am, you would have me
fly like a deserter,* nnd liko a coward
abandon my wifo V”
‘“It is your wife’s wish novor to see
you again.’
‘“It is a lie!’
‘“Will her written word convince
you?’
Show it to mo I ’
“Ho drew from his poekot a paper
on which was written in my wife’s hand
this brief sentoneo:
“‘You have failed in your duty as an
offcor and a gentleman, and I wish to
seo your faco no moro. Sho who v. - ns
your wife.’
“Ho watched me closely.
“ ‘ Do you accept V’
“‘No—a thousand times no! My
wife novor wrote this of her own free
will. I know her too well.’
“Then ho cried, vindictively:
“‘You may repent all this at tho
court-martial, of which I am president.
Thoro is such a place os Siberia, west of
tho Ural mountains. Remember that.’
“ Distracted as I was, it now begin to
dawn upon mo that tho plot of which I
Imd fallen a victim might havo origi
nated in higher quarters than I had at
first supposed. Of what use to straggle ?
I folt that only by regaining my liberty
could I over right tho wrong that was
done mo. So, mastering all my self-
control, I exclaimed:
“ ‘ I accept your offer! ’
“ ‘ You are wiso,’ he returned. * Now
don’t bo seen in St. Petersburg, but flee
to the nearest vessel or your doom is
sealed!’
“Ho threw the monoy into my lap
and then loft me. I followed his
instructions that night and escaped to
Oronstadt, where I boarded an English
merchantman that brought mo to Lon
don. From there I wrote to my
wifo, and, receiving no answer, then
wrote to my brother, Vladimir, also an
officer in the army.
His answer fell upon mo liko a
thunderbolt. My wifo had obtained n
divorce from me and had married the
general. It was a matter of public no
toriety in St. Petersburg. So this was
then the secret of my ruin; she had sac
rificed mo to obtain wealth and posi
tion. On receipt of the terrible nows I
gave up all hope and came to America,
a broken and embittered man.
“Now you know my lifo; now you
know what hell-work a woman can do.
Will you rush madly on to the hideous
fate that awaits you ? Think of what I
have said—think well.”
Ho paused, then ended, quietly:
“Novor refer to this again, I pray
yon, Frank. We are both tired. Good
night.”
I left the room mechanically, shocked
by what I had heard. Hour after hour
his lonely tramp up and down his apart
ment was audible. Hour after hour I
brooded over bis terrible story.
But in spite of the strong impression
it had made on my mind my faith to
Jenny could not waver for a moment
Voronin saw this, but he never spoke of
it.
One night I was invited to attend a
reception at my betrothed’s home. On
my way out my neighbor called me into
his room. He was standing in his cus
tomary position, with his back to the
fire. Glancing at my dress suit, «o
smiled sarcastically:
“Going to chase tho bubble sooiety
and be drenched in tho spray? Going
to court heartache from tho woman—
who you now think loves you? Go,
fool—’’
Then a sudden clinngo passed over
his faco.
“No, no,” he said, holding out his
hand, “friend—I call you by tho name
I thought would novor cross my lips—
friend, don’t mind my mocking words.
I am sour to the core, but you dosorvo
a happier lot. God grant you will have
it! God bless|you, Frank; good
night.”
As I was leaving tho room ho called
after me.
“Look in when you got homo. I
may go to tho postomco to soo if there’s
a letter from my brother; but I will bo
homo by twelve.”
I promised and hurried away, much
touched by all ho had said. Tho even
ing passod pleasantly and rapidly, und
it was far into tho night when I left.
When I renchod homo I stopped at Var
onin’s door and knocked lightly. All
being silent I concluded that my neigh
bor slopt, and went into my own room.
Bofore I had quite undressed, howovor,
it struck me that I had left my watch
on his table, hud that I would want it
early in the morning. I opened his
door nnd looked in. Tho gas wns flaring
up brightly, intermingling with tho pale
morning light which crept through tho
window blinds. Vnronin was sitting at
tho table with his head rosting on his
outstretched arms. Still thinking ho
had fallen asloep I advanced on tiptoe.
In tnking my watch I inndvortoutly
touched his hand. Good heavens! it
was icy cold I Alarmed, I seized him
roughly. His head fell back. His eyes
wero staring and glassy. Ho wns dead.
I rusbod to tho stairs nnd eallod loud
ly for help. When I returned to Varo-
nin I then first noticed a letter lying
under his hands. It was written in a
strange language, and by its sido lay an
envelope bearing the namo and address
of the doad man, and a Russian postage
stamp.
If I left tho missive there, I thought
it would but become a target for tho
curious eyes of somo coroner, and it
might contain tho secret Varonin had
kept so jealously from all but me. I
therefore placed it in my own pocket
A few days later I gave it to un inter
preter. In English it read ns follows:
“My Husband—For in lien veil’s sight
such you aro—and novor in thought—
though in deed and word guilty—havo
I ever boou false to you, my heart’s own
and only lovo. For ton miserable years
have I lived through this hideous lie in
conformation to my oath.; but now that
death is very nonr I cannot pass to my
rest—a rest longed and prayed for—
unless I first dear my soul in your eyes.
I havo only a few short hours to live,
Serge. Oh, God! that I could hear
your dear voico utter my pardon for a
deed that has wrecked both our lives,
though, heaven knows, 1 prayed that I
alone might suffer. On tho night that
you were thrown into prison ton years
ago, tho man who before tho world is
my husband came to me. In words
that still rack my brain ho told me that
you woro guilty of treason, and that
your fate was scaled. Ho said that I
would be thrown on to tho world help-
loss, and then, telling mo he loved mo,
nsked mo to become his wife. I did not
believe liis words. I could earn my
bread, I told him. I would never be
liis, for I loathed him. Then, then,
Sergo, he placed bofore mo the alterna
tive of sacrificing your life or mine. Ho
said that it lay in his power to rain you
or to save you, and that he loved me
with a love that would daro all to
possess me. If I did not swear to be
his he would causo your transporta
tion to the mines of Siberia. I held
your fato in my hands. Sorgo, you
know wlmt my answer was. and, believ
ing me faithless, you havo cursed me.
But now that all is known to you, you
will no longer cherish bitterness against
the woman whose happiness was for ever
sacrificed for your sake. I am dying,
Sergo, holding but to tho hope that
when wo meet you will greet mo onco
more with tho tenderness for which my
heart has hungered so long—so long.
Come to me soon. Farewell.”
At tho end of this letter were a few
lines in a different handwriting, signed
by Vladimir Varonin, stating that tho
dying woman had requested him to for
ward her missive to Sorgo.
So ended Varonin’s story. He had
answered his wife’s dying appeal-he
had gone to her.
Well, there is little more to add. He
was buried quietly, and Jenny—who is
now my wife—and I often visit his lone
ly grave. Ours are the only hands' that
place flowors there, for in our hearts
alone lives any memory of my neighbor.
THE HOME DOCTOR.
WOMAN’S COLUMN.
An exchange says a suicide shot him
self somewhere “ near midnight.” That
must be a fatal part of the anatomy, but
will some surgeon please tell us where
a man’s “midnight” is located? We
are in the dark on the subject.—Keokuk
Gate City.
From March 1, 1860, to March 1,
1881, 7,000,000 of hogs entered Chicago,
anil not one of them left the city alive.
An exchange says: Lot any one who
has an attack of lockjaw take a small
quantity of turpentine, warm it and
pour it on the wound, no matter whore
tho wound is, and relief will follow in
less than a minute. Nothing better can
bo applied to a sovoro cut or bruise than
cold turpentine; it will give cortain re
lief almost instantly. Turpontino is
also a sovereign remedy for croup. Sat
urate a piece of flannel with it and
plnce tho flannel on tho throat nnd
chest, nnd in every enso threo or four
drops on a lump of sugar may bo taken
inwardly.
We hnve soon dyspeptics who suffered
untold torments with almost evory kind
of food, snvs an exchange; no liquid
could bo taken without suffering;
bread became a burning acid; meat and
milk woro solid liquid fires; and we
have seen their torments pasr away and
their hunger relieved by living on the
white of eggs which have been boiled
in bubbling water for thirty minutes. At
the end of a week wo have given the
half yolk of the egg with tho white, and
upon this diet alone, without fluid of
any kind, wo have seen them begin to
gain flesh and strength, nnd quiet,
refreshing sleep. After weeks of this
treatment they havo been able, with
care, to begin upon other food. And all
this without taking medicine. Hard-
boiled eggs are not half so bad as half
boilod ones, and ten times ns ensy to
digest ns raw eggs, oven in egg-nog.
It is surprising to somo Amorican
visitors to European hospitals to find
that consumptive patientH are kopt in n
department for thomsolvcs, whilo tho
samo care for separation is not cxlubitod
in regard to diseases deemed moro oon
tagious on this side of tho ocean. Yet
tho conviction thnt pulmonaiy disenses
are infectious is gaining strength among
American physicians, and it is a note
worthy fact that tho fathers of medicine,
Hippocrates and Galen, inclinpo
strongly to that opinion. The samo be-
liof has been entortnined all along by
many prominent physiologists and
anatomists. Consumption often arises
from eating of tho moat of animals with
diseasod lungs, and actual experiment
lms shown tlmt when different animals
havo fed on the diseased lungs of a cow
they havo been attacked by pulmonary
disease. A rigid supervision of all
meats sold, aud a thorough system of
ventilation in houses, and especially in
hospitals whore consumptives are
treatod, soom to bo tho host preventives
against the acquirement and communi
cation of this malady.
There aro no parts of the human
ody that need more attention than tho
foot. If tho eyes, oars, lungs or other
moro delicate organs become deranged,
they givo warning by ailment. It is
otherwise with tho foot. Tlioy may be
neglectod or oven abused without any
bad consequences being immediately
folt; they will to a cortainty bo eventu
ally felt, and folt very sorely too. An
excessive flow of blood to tho head, ex
treme liability to cold, disordered di
gestion and other numerous evils aro
the results of inattention to tho feet.
Tho feet should be regularly washed
and wiped every day. Stockings should
not bo put on while there is tho slight
est moisture on the feet. The stockings
absorb tho moisture, and gradually re
turn it to the feet, thereby causing
them to feel cold and uncomfortable,
nnd wlmt is worse, when the feet are
cold, circulation is interfered with, and
the whole system, especially tho brain,
is thrown into an abnormal state. Keep
tho feet clean and warm, tho head cool,
and tho bowels open. If you wish to
preserve your wholo system in good
working order, be sure and preserve
your feet. Lot all our readers profit by
these remarks, and they will soon feel
by experience that we are not exnggernt
ing tho consequences of proper atten
tion to the feet.
Sick headache is the result of eating
too much and exercising too little. Nine
times in ten the causo is in the fact tlmt
tho stomach was not ablo to digest tho
food last introduced into it, oither from
having boon unsuitable or excessive in
quantity. A diet of bread and butter,
with ripe fruit or berries, with moderate
and continuous exercise in the open air
sufficient to keep up a gentlo perspira
tion, would cure almost every case of
sick headache in a short time. Two
teaspoonfuls of powdered charcoal in a
half glass of water, and drank, often
gives instant relief. Sick headache with
somo persons come on at regular inter
vals, and is the signal of distress which
the stomach puts out to inform us that
there is an over-alkaline condition of the
fluids; that it needs a natural acid
to restore the battery to its fonnor
normal working condition. When
the first symptoms of headache
appear tako a tablespoonful of lemon
juice clear, fifteen minutes before each
meal, and the same dose at bedtime.
Follow this up until all symptoms are
passed, taking no other remedies, and
you soon will be able to go free from
this unwelcome nuisance. Many people
will objeot to this because tbo remedy
is too simple, but many euros have been
effected in this way.
An Indian Bilde’n Dmilm.
There are but few instanees of devo
tion that prove the existence of love in
a higher degree than that given by Kit
Carson’s Indian wife to her brave and
manly lover.
While mining in the West ho married
an Indian girl, with whom he lived very
happily. When he was taken ill a long
way from homo word was sent to his
wifo, who mounted a fleet mustang pony
and traveled hundred of miles to reach
him. Night and day sho continued her
journey, resting only for a few honrs on
tho opon prairie, flying on her wonder
ful little steed as soon as bIio conld
gather up her forces anew. She forded
rivers, sho scaled rocky passes, she
waded through morasses, and finally ar
rived, just alive, to find her husband
better. But tho exposure and
exertion killed her; she was seized
with pneumonia and died within a brief
space in her husband’s arms. Tho
shock killed Kit Carson, the rugged
miner—ho broke a blood vessel, and
both are buried in one grave.
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New and Klrimii NecIc-DreMlaf.
A now nnd elegant neck-dressing si
mndo with a very wide collar of ruby
velvet edgod with a frill of duoliesso
loco. A scarf of gold and ruby Persian
brocaded satin is laid in plaits, and
fastened to edges of oollar, which does
not quite meet in front. The scarf is
carried down tho front of the bodice
nnd fastened to the belt with a small
cluster of bright flowers. The lower
edges, wltfoh gather in at the waist, are
edged with the lace corresponding with
tho trimming upon the collar. These
collars are exceedingly becoming, and
can bo mado ol different materials and
colors if desired. Pictures of Charles
II. furnish an exact copy of this particu
lar style of collar, which nearly cover
tho shoulders of the wearer. The bro
caded scarf in front is a modem supple
ment.
HnthlM Notes.
Coiffures havo just enough additional
fullness, either from false hair or in
genious arrangement, to make them
becoming.
Chemisettes of cream white, pale
blue, and roso colored surah, and of
India muslin in the samo colors, will be
much worn by young girls.
Batin surah or soft twilled satin
black and in dark shades of color, is the
popular and fashionable silk dress ma
terial of tho coming season.
Stockings must match the dress in
both the color of the ground and in tho
flower or figure embroideries on the in
step, when the dress is composed even
in part of flowered or figured mate
rials.
Long gloves reaching above the elbow
havo the longth above tho wrist oftener
formed of alternate rows of lace and
kid than of kid alone ; the tops are in
variably finished with a frill of lace
above the elbow.
All cotton and linen printed dress
goods, including sateens, momie cloths,
oalicoes, lawns, batistes, organdy mus
lins, and percales come as a rale, with
borders for trimmings, and these bor
ders aro wonderfully improved in color
ing and design.
Dark gray shaded to silver gray is a
favorito ombre silk for bonnets, tho
trimmings consisting of steel and silver
ornaments, and shaded dark and silver
gray ostrich tips.
The Moral Character of Birds.
Poets may weep to learn from an or
nithologist who writes to the Lpndon
Globe that bird-life is far from idle hap
piness. Birds have all the bad 1 qualities
of mankind. They are deficient in love
for their offspring, and have no more
conjugal affection than the traditional
rover. Their moral nature is depraved.
They hiss and scold and swear, and ex
hibit terrible pugnacity. The majority
of singing birds have the tempers of
wasps, and ore apparently never so happy
as when they are quarreling. A fourth
of their lives is passed in scolding and
fighting. In their singing season, which
is also their time for mating and conten
tion, severe pitched battles, fought be
tween candidates for matrimonial life,
are’ of continual occurrence. The fe
males fight furiously for the males, an<i
when the contest is over, the conquerors
march off with the objects of their choice,
unless they should be met on the road
by other viragos and compelled to give
lUptlioir husbands by force. A male
bird will allow two hens to fight for him
until one of them is killed, and then
with due humility accompany the victor
At this period of the year the woods and
the fields are the scenes of desperate
battles. Shrieks of triumph or defeat
mingle with the love-notes of the newly-
mated. The very songs we hear at dawn
of day are more the result of rivalry and .
ambition than of joyous thanksgiving,
the feathered youngsters being desirous
of drowning the voices of others or of
excelling them in vocal power in pres
ence of the females.
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Chicago boasts of 16,000 opium-eat
ers, while St. Louis lags behind with
10,000. At this rate this country will
soon rival China in this loathsome vies.
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