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UJOHZS/WILMINGTON, fills • was I*, — . **• &fr*!^'^"e^hc»dg U |n n ll ,il ‘ : 1,0 ,,ad lll,MUI -- „ tho old wnv or hiih, C ,am ® lc »sH» of row against/orfy ‘UI"?* H. CLAYTON, With.?® 1 fiv e bushels »/, m 9 ’ 1 n f Middleton, Del., and Farmer” ■"I, lha n ^| t , h h e ,t 0 :i,7°. r . c .,T l, '? t ’ wb «r« 1 ."dfiS* about a week ago, and I heat where It was drilled measured i Points thmn° Pi e HQrc m orc w ... h ° w !nj[. you no far or* lho old ,l * 10 ’ 1 them - °SHUA CLAYTON, J*., Ml. PUmrmI. Dal Oh, sweet and sumptuous at height of noon, Languid to lio on Bcontfld summer lawns Fanned by faint broczes of tho breathless June; To watch tho-timorous, ami trooping fawns Dappled iiko tonderost clouds in oarly dawns Forth from thoir ftfttjy covott glido to drink, And cool lithe linibs beBide the river’s brink! Oh, strangp and gad Orq daylight disappear)!, To hear % -croaking of tho diorapward wain Drawn by its yoke of tardy pacing steers, path honeysuckle hedge and iunglcd lane, To breatho faint scent of roses on tho wano By cottngo doom, and wnteli tlio mellowing sky Fado into saffron lmes insensibly. —John Addington thjmonds. THE BLIZZARD. Susan walked slowly along behind the prairie schooner, driving tho small herd of cattle belonging to her brother-in- law. The roads were a littlo muddy in some placos—there had been a rain tho night before—but sho was tired of riding in tho wagon and walking rested her. She formed, a part of the pro cession going West. It was a long one, scattering ovor miles and miles of coun try ; mule teams, ox teams, lean teams, fat toams, all heading toward tho land of promiso, tho West. They wero going in bands of two, threo or four families, and again onn family alone. Some of them wcio mechanics who know noth ing of farming and just as littlo of tho land they were going to and tho spot on which they would stop. Others were furmors who hud sold out comfortable homos to go West and buy more land, t n Susan’s part of tho procession wero two families, her Bister Mary with her husband, Thomas Smith, and their son Adolphus, or Dolph, and Gyrus Hol man with his old mother. Susan trudged along, driving the cattle before her. Far and wide, as groat a distance as Blie could see, was tho green coun try dotted with its comfortable white farmhouses and largo barns. Sho thought it a fine country, indeed, and wondered how soon they wero to stop, not knowing they wore to travel more than 100 miles yet, for Susan was an igno rant young woman, with nmall knowl edge of geography, and was not quite certain whether Dakota was a county in the State of Minnesota ortho reverse. Suddenly, as sho walked along, sho came in full sight of a town sot in among the bluffs—a neat, prosperous, busy town, with a great many brick houses and green trees. Sho called to Dolph to como and drive the cattle, and got into the wagon—sho did not want to go through the town on foot. The town was full of people, farm wagons wero standing close together down both sides of tho main stroet, and the white tops of the prairie schooners like their own wero visiblo hero and there. They stopped at a grocery to buy some neces sary articles of food and then went on. They came to a tall, red brick school- house. It was recess and the children played about in the yard, so many of them, Susan had novel- seen so many to gether in her life. The teachers were standing in tho broad doorway, and away up in tho third story was one with a pretty, girlish face, watering some plants in tho window. She looked won derfully stylish to Susan’s eyes and she looked upon them as being very wealthy and important personages. Tho two men and Dolpli stopped to gather the seeds that had fallen from tho maple trees around tho large yard. They wanted them to plant on the treeless prairies where they were going. Tho boys on the playground rather resented it as an infringement of their rights, but through a wholesome feeling of awe for the principal who was watching them they con lined themselvos mostly to mutterings of discontent among them selves; one of the most defiant, how ever, telling tho men to “G’way and let them things be,” and muttering to a companion, “Ye can git fifty cents a peck for them seeds downtown, an’ I want to go to the circus.” Presently the bell rang from the tower, and the children and teachers disappeared in the house, while the men came back with their baskets of seeds aad tho wag ons jogged along. On and on thej went, camping at night by some spring or small lake and traveling days, till the comfoi table farm houses had disappeared, the small towns wero things of the past, except hero and there one on tho lino of tho railroad. There was no trees, either, only prairie and grass and grass and prairie, with now and then an alkali sink, or some new settler’s shanty, or dug-out. They began to look about for a place to stop and to inquire of every man they saw, and they were few indeod, if there was vacant land near there. It all looked vacant enough. One day they met a man going back the way they had come, and across tho top of his schooner was painted in large letters “ Goin homo tew my wifes foalkes.” “Betterturn about,” no told them, " I’ve been in this blasted country nigh a month and there ain’t a tree nor a shrub to break the monotony except here and there a house and yon need a microsoopo tew see that. Look at my animilos, they was good and fat when I come out Tiqre, but you’d havo tow swing ’em twice tew make a shadder and bo mighty quick about it or the sun’d shine through.” . Not an encouraging report, but they persovered and finally settled down where, besides tlier two littlo houses they built with lumber purchased of the railroad company, there... was only one house in sight nnd that- also a very small one. But they were near tho rail road, that was a gre^t gain, and they went vigorously to-work, to break wlinf they could and prepare Vor winter. It was slow to work, but trusting tho long, warm fall, of which they had been as sured by older settlers in ono place nnd another on their journey, they expected to bo ready for the cold winter. Rut one day near the middle of Octo ber it grew suddenly cold, tho wind be gan to blow and tho snow to fall, and in a day and night the whole country was covered. “There is n drift 1,300 feet long and twenty deep on the track east of her?,” tho operator in the littlo depot told Mr. Smith when ho went to nuiko inquiries a day or two later. “I don’t know how it is further west; the linos are all down and I can’t get word, but there won’t bo a train hero for a week, I presume.” That was encouraging, certainly, when everything—provisions, wood nnd all—‘depended on that train. Tho cattlo had very poor accommoda tions, almost nono, in fact. Thoro had been no straw to make sheds, as on an older farm, and tho smnll amount of wild hay which, spread on the few polos, formed a roof, was littlo protection Smith nnd his son Dolph shoveled a path to whoro tho poor creaturcB stood huddled together, each trying to crowd into the center of tho group to protect himself from tho bitter wind that drove tho snow in blinding clouds across tho prairie. All that day tho wind blow fiercely, and tho snow piled higher and higher. No train came, only a telegram from down the lino saying the men wore shoveling and trying to clear tho track, but tho wind blew tho snow into tho cuts almost as fast as they dug it out. Their snow-plows wore of littlo uso; the drifts packed so there was; nobeating through thorn; nearly every engine available was damaged in some way, and i he men must work on. Meanwhile tho settlors along tho lino must wait--a hard thing to do, with both wood and provisions running low, but they hoped it would soon bo over and a supply como to them. There came a calm, still day, andthoy hoped more than before. Smith wont to tho little station again. A dispatch had just been received saying the road was nearly open, a train was within twelve miles of thorn, a passenger train that had been snowed in on that road two days with nothing to eat except what little fruit the train boy had and a bai-rol of crackers that happened to bo on board—it was a mixod train and car ried some freight, which accounted for tho crackers. Cyrus, taking advantage of tho lull in the storm, started for u little town on the railroad six miles away, in the direction of tho snow bound train. He went after supplies. Their stock was running very low, and it was utterly impossible for a horse to get through the drifts. Ho went on foot and expected to bring tho things on his back. It was past noon when ho reached his destination and he was very much fatigued, in fact, ho thought he had never been so tired in all his life. “ Como from up there, six miles,” said the grocer when he told him how far ho had come. “Good God, man, how did you get hero? Is there any one alive up there? You see we’re half buried alive.” Cyrus thought so when ho looked along tho street at the houses buried to the second-story windows, some of them —those that had such a thing. “ Wo’ro most out of wood, too, been burning lumber, furniture, anything we could get hold of. Want something to cat, do you ? Well, I’ll let you have a littlo, you can’t carry much of course, but if you’d come yesterday I wouldn’t let you had much anyway, we’re so short here, though I could not let folks starve. But will have plenty to-morrow likely, the train has moved up three miles to-day since morning and they’ll send a freight right after them.” Cyrus was glad to hear of the more hopeful condition of affairs. “Lost any cattle up your way?” asked tho man. “Not yet,” said Cyrus, “we hadn’t many, and they’ve managed to stand it so far, though it’s pretty hard on them.” “ You’re lucky, now Jones down here —you don’t know him, you’re a new man—he’s a cattle man, keeps 150 or 200 head all the time; he lost 130 head tho first night of the storm, went into the river. Cattle will do that, keep going and going to get out of tho strom, and when they come to the river the hind ones keep pushing till they’re all in. Its hard on Jones. Ho wasn’t ready for winter, none of us was.” Some ono came rushing in to say tho lines were working again up to tho second town west and they had only half n cord of wood in town. Only two fires they said, ono in a hardware store the other in a saloon, nnd people who could not crowd around them had gone to bod to keep warn. “ If it only holds like this,” said tho grocer, “ and the wind don’t blow, they can got wood to them in a day or two. Tho worst road is below hero and they’ve got that most clear ; but if it blows again, God help them ; they’ve all gon ers, every live one of them.” Tho early winter twilight had begun to darken the bright, clear day, when Cyrus started for home. ^ Tho wind began to blow, too, and the snow to whirl in a tliroat- mmig way. Ho settle^ Ills bag of pro visions on his bftclt and tried to hurry ou toward home. Ho had como by tho sun in tho morning, but now that was gone. The road drifted so full of snow ono could not tell W’hore it had boon, and far nnd wide only tho trackless prairie, looking ns much alike, no matter which way ho looked, ns do different parts of tho ocean, nr.d as tho wind rose tho snow flew and whirled about so that he could not see ten feet ahead of him. Still ho pressed on, trying to keep his way. Tho snow cut against his face and blinded his eyes and filled his foot prints ns soon as made. Ho had walked until lie was very tired and thought he must bo nearly homo when ho saw n tight. That must bo home, nnd lie hur ried on. Ho was nlmost up to it, or he could not havo seen it. It was in n small house which ho know at once was not his house. It seemed strnngo to him. Ho opened tho door and went in. It was tho grocery he had loft—ho could not tell how long before. “ Givon it up, havo you ?” said tho man. “ I think that’s tho best thing yon can do; shows your head’s level. Didn’t look much like it when you started to wado six milos after sun down.” Cyrus looked at him, confusedly. “I must bo lost," said ho, slowly. “I thought I had got home.” He held his hands out over tho stove to warm them. “ Look hero, sir,” said tho man, com ing up to him nnd beginning to lift tho bag from his shoulders. “ You stay right hore; it ain’t no kind of weather for a man to be starting out over these porraries; you wait and havo somo sup per and go to bod and start out when you have daylight; it’ll bo bad enough then. Sally,” ho called, opening n door at the back oi tho little store, “can’t you get a bite for this man ? He’s got lost ami must stay all night.” Sally showed her rosy face at the door and avowed her willingness to havo tho bito ready in a jiffy, but Cyrus protest ed. Ho could not stay all night and leave his old mother out alono in that lonesome place to worry. Ho finally consented to eat somo supper, and started onco more ns soon as possible. The snow whirled into the door behind him as he went out. “ That’s tho end of him, according to my way of thinking," said tho man, looking after Cyras, but not seeing him. Tho grocer went back and shut the door. 'This’ll block tho trains again; wo’ro all done for, I believe,” said he, bit terly. Cyrus wandered on and on again. Tho snow beat in his face and blinded him, but ho did not stop, and once more, when lie felt he could travel no longer, he saw the welcome light. Again lie opened the door, and again he was at the littlo grocery. 'I thought I was at homo this time,” said he, slowly, and more confused than before, as ho stepped in through the door. The man was just putting out his lights to go to bed. Look here, sir,” said he, “ it'll save considerable trouble burying you if you go out again, but on the whole I wouldn’t do it if I was you. Go to bed here and I’ll call you and have you off by daylight.” Nothing else could be done. Cyrus saw ho could not possibly reach home that night, and accepted tho man’s offer. Now,” said tho man, as ho prepared to start in tho morning, “ you’ve a tall walk beforo you, but it ain’t blowing hardly so furious, and the sun shines a little, that’ll help you about your course. You ain’t so bad off in your mind, most likely, as a feller on them snowed-in cars. Ho was going to bo married a week ago to-day. His girl’s been here a-stewing about it all tho week—sho and Sally’s great friends. They’ve cooked up things three times and he’s started three times and had to go back, till now he can’t get back, the road’s so full behind them. Her brother is going down to-day to carry them the victuals in hand-sleds. They’ll bo glad enough to sco them, if they got there, but I doubt their getting there.” Cyrus hastened on full of anxiety con cerning- his mother, and not without cause. She had dreaded to have him start, and had begun to watch for his return long before it was possible for him to havo traveled the distance. As night came on, with its flying snow, her anx iety increased till she could bear it no longer. She went to tho door and look ed out, but of course could seo nothing, except the blinding snow. Sho put a shawl over her head and went out. Tho wind nearly took her off her loot.' She oallod Cyrus—“Si 1” “CyrusI” but there was no answer. She would try to go and see Mary and Susan—she would not stay there nlouo all night. She pushed on, but the wind bent her about nnd the snow blinded her. Sho went aimlessly around and around far a while, then she grow tired and snnk town in tho drifts. A feeling of dreamy Bleepliness oamo over her; sho lay very still, nnd only a corner of hor shawl and along lock of her gray hair fluttered out abovo tho snow. Up nt neighbor Smith's Hie drills grow higher nnd higher, the house fair ly shook on its slight foundation. Just ot bed-time Smith thought ho would go out nnd look at tho liores and see if they wero all right. Ho went, but did not eome back. Dolph went to look for him, and he did not como back. Tho two women crouched in tho liouso knew what it meant. Husnu opened tho door; the wind newly took hor off her foot. Mary was frantic— sho would go to look for them, but Susan hold her back. They could not go to bed; they wrapped tho bodclothes about them ami sat by tho stove, crying. At last Susan wont to get more wood. Thoro was none. What should they do ? They sat there a while longer till the firo had died out, then crept into tlio littlo holo under tho liouso which sorved the purposo of a cellar. Thoro they crouchod in the darkness nil night, talking a littlo in horrified whispers and weeping much. In the morning Susan eropt upstairs and got n picco of a loaf of bread; it was all they had to oat and no tiro to cook moro. They ate a littlo of it, but only a very little, and clung closer to each other as tho day wore on. Woro they to starve to death there ? Sometimes thoy hoped they should, when they re membered what had happened, nnd again they sobbed at the thought. It was night when Cyrus reached home. Ho stumbled on something near tho house. Ho stooped down and drew it out of tho snow. He staggered into the house with it and stood wildly star ing about the room, as if he expected to see somo one. When ho came to his senses ho knew his foet nnd hands wero frozen—ho could not toll anything else for somo time. When he could ho picked the stiffened form from tho floor as best he could with his frozen hands, laid it tenderly on the bed and ma lo his way to neighbor Smith’s. Tho frightened women in the cellar wero wild when (hey heard his footsteps overhead, and still more frautic when ho spoko to know if no ono was there; but finally they understood who it was and crept out of their hiding-place Mary broke tho thick ice in the wator- pail and got cold water to take tho frost from his hands and foet, and Susan seiz ed the ax and demolished a couplo of chairs, with which sho started a tiro. They had bitter talcs for each other, but it was a slight comfort to hear tho sound of each other's voices. The snow continued to pile deeper and deeper, and no train came with tho longed-for supplies; but by burning the furniture in their own liouso and that belonging to Cyrus, which ho brought to them, nnd finally tho most of his house, procured in tho same way, the threo managed to keep warm, and live carefully on the small stock of provis ions which ho had brought from town. Ho brought his mother’s dead body and laid it in tho little bedroom, till there could bo somo way to dig a grave—the men he could not find. When the train finally got through, they were all three living in ono littlo room, injwliicli stood a span of horses, to save their lives, tho cattle having been nearly smothered by tho snow. When tho train whistled, it was like news from another world ; they were saved. FARM, GARDEN AND HOME. I'm ulna Hoars. In pruning s roiq -growing roses, the end to be secured is a considerable number of medium-sized, woll-ripened shoots, instoad of a very fow strong ones, as these strong, luxuriant shoots will produco few flowers. In accord ance with tho abovo statement, a con tributor to a foreign journal says: The other day when looking over an ama teur rosarian’s pets, a plant of Jean Rosenkrantz was pointed out ns yield ing ouly wood and leaves. The season's growth was at their base thicker than my thumb, oud the general appearance of iltoso stems immediately suggested tho reason why flowers had not been produced. At the baso of tho shoots tlio buds hail gradually boeomo more prominent, till at the euds tl.oy were as prominent as thoso on any other roses. To obtain a supply of blooms next soa- son tho tips of tho shoots would merely require cutting off; but to make n per manent improvement nt least one shoot would need to bo well cut in; nnd then, instead of allowing tho young shoots to grow as they plcasod, their points would requiro to be pinched out, when tho young growths had nttninod a firm condition at least some iucliOH above its baso.—Huston Cultivator. preserves between two slices of paste, and cut in strips.' Kut'ly Jl Hdiib. Au ingenious farmorsouds the follow ing plan for raising early melons, cu- oumbors, etc., to the Practical Partner'. About a month or so oarlier than is usual to plant theso seeds prootfro a number of good sized rutabaga turnips, cut off the tops, and with a knife or other instrument scoop out nil tho in side, so that thoy will resemblo gourds, or cups; fill tho cavity of this cup with good, rich earth, and plant in each a fow soods of melons, encumbers, benns or Beeds of any other plant that you may desiro to havo early. They Bhould then bo placed in a warm part of the house or in a protecting frame, well- made and secured from frost, and tho earth in the onp be kept moderately moist. If kept in a room they should 1)0 put out in the open air every clear, lino diy; and if in u frame, let them have air by removing tho sashes. By doing this yon will jirevent the pluuts from growing tall and slender nnd causo them to beoome straight, stout and healthy. When the season lias ad vanced beyond all danger of frost you can put out these turnip cups, plants and all, in tho beds where they aro to remain, but be enreful that you put them out not too soon. The plants will continue to grow and tho turnip cups will soon rot and onable tho roots to extend themselves without bounds in search of fo-d, and in time become it self an excellent rnauuro for tlio plant. When yon set out insert the cup in u hole just largo enough to hold it, pressing the earth well uround tho cup, and drawing a littlo ovor tha top or odgo up to tho stems of tho plants, covoring ontirely tho turnip. To hasten the process of decay in tho cup you may, beforo putting out, cut off with a sharp knifo tho hard riml from the out side of the turnip, leaving only a thin picco of the rind inclosing tho earth. A small hole, as largo as a ton-cout piece, should have been cut in the bottom of the cup before tilling with earth when first made. Professor Tyndall lias invented a ma chine by which tho crackling of the flames in tho sun can be heard. It will now be possible to satisfactorily deter mine whether Mars is inhabited. With the professor’s machine a woman in Mars might bo heard calling her four teen-year-old son down to breakfast half an hour before school-time. The instrument might not bo sensitive enough to convoy tho sound of her first cull, because sho doesn’t elevate her voice very altitudmously; but the four teenth shriek for “ John Hen-r-r-n-EE!” would nearly knock the safety-valve off it.—Norristown Herald. In answer to the question whether our forefathers wero acquainted with the peculiar physical condition known tons now as somnambulism Dr. Regnard, in a recent lgcture at the Sorbonne, in Paris, said that one of tbo most accurate descriptions of somnambulism in exist ence was that in the sleep-walking scene of Macbeth. Fight hard against a hasty temper. Anger will come, but resist it stoutly. A spark may sot a house on fire. A fii, of passion-may give you cause to mourn all yout life. Never revenge an injury. •, - ■ ' Recipes, Scones.—Take two pounds of flour, quarter ounce biearbonato of soda, quarter ounce salt, and one pint of sour buttermilk; mix theso ingredients to the consistency of light dough, roll about half an inch thick, cut them into any shspe you like; bake on a griddle over a clear fire for about ten or fifteen minutes, turning them to brown on both sides. Creamed Chicken.—Clean and cut up in neat pieces two chickens. Put them on to boil and before they are done pare some potatoes, cut them in two, lay them on top of the chicken and let thorn boil till done. Then tako up the potatoes carefully on u plate by them selves; pour a pint of sweet cream upon the chicken, let it heat, then thicken with a scant tablespoonful of flour dis solved in a small half oup of milk. Season with salt, pepper and fresh but ter. If you have no cream, sweet milk will answer, but more butter will be required. A la Mode Beep.—Tako a round of beef, make a great many holes through it; roll strips of raw salt pork In a sea soning made of one-half teaspoon each thyme, salt, pepper and cloves. Then draw these strips through the holes in the beef. Put six onions, two table spoons milk, arid one-quarter pouud butter in a saucepan; stew the onions tender; put beef, onions and all into a pot, with water just enough to cover them; let it cook slowly five hours. Sandwich Cakes.—The weight of two eggs in butter, flour and sugar. Melt the butter and mix it with the suga (finely powdered) and the yolks of two eggs; add the whites beaten to a froth; then stir in the flour; pour into a flat tin, and bake twenty minutes in a quick oven, When cold, put a thin layer of A Bloodless Duel. They tell a good story at Toulouse of an advocate, Cazeneuvo by natne, who having had a dispute with a landed pro prietor residing in the neighborhood of that city, a duel between them was de clared, less by themselves than by their friends, to bo indispensable. Never having handled a sword or evefl a foil in all his life, and persuading himself that his opponent must necessarily be a proficient in tbo use of suoli weapons, the lawyer resolved to consult tho lead ing: fencing-master in the town, and Imviug acknowledged his utter inex perience in matters of tho kind, asked him wlmt ho had better do. “ Are you tolerably strong in the armV” inquired the professor. “ Pretty well.” “ Good. Then all you havo to do is to hold your sword steadily, the point exactly on a level with your adversary’s oye. Remain immovable in that posi tion, and tako care not to advance a step, but wait nutil he rushes forward and finds himself spitted like a wood cock.” “ You think ho will do that?” “.Very probably ho may. In any ease, you don’t risk ranch by keeping him at arm’s longth.” “But if ho comes nearer?” “ Retreat in proportion." “ I understand; nnd if, on the contrary, ho should rotront?” “ Remain where you are.” Thnnking tho professor for his coun sol tho advocate withdrew in somewhat bettor spirits, but determined, in case of accident, to put Iris affairs in order and have his will signed and sealed. An hour later his opponent was ushered into the presence of the fencing master, and in answer to tho latter's inquiry as to the motive of his visit, replied that he was on tho point of fighting a duel with one of the„bcgt swordsmen in the de partment, ns he had reason to believe— tho advocate Gazeneuve—and having had no experience in such matters came to him for advice. The fencing master who could liarJIy restrain from laugh ing whon ho heard the name of Caze- neuve, seeing the kind of individual he had to deal with, gave him precisely tho same instructions he had previously im- l arted to his adversary, and secretlyre solving to be an unobserved witness of tlio combat, dismissed him. On^the following day both parties, accompanied not only by their seconds, but also by their respective surgeons, arrived at the place of rendezvous, nnd obeying to tlio lettor tho directions hoy had received, placed thomsolvcs at tho stipulated distance from each other, assumed the attitude agreed upon and stood perfectly motionless. This state of things lasted sovoral minutoB, each supposing that tho other wonld ad vance, and not daring for nn instant to change his position, while tho bystand ers looked on in mute amazement. At length the weight of tlio weapons be gan to tell; the constant tension of the arm hail becomo so painful as to be scarcely endurable, but they bore it Iiko martyrs, until ono of the seconds, chafing at the delay, declared that if they were not satisfied tlieir honor was, and, with tho concurrence of his col leagues, insisted on their shaking hands. “Ma foi?” said Maitre Cazeneuve, when this ceremony had been perform ed. “Iliad no idea that a duel was such hard work; I would a thousand times rather plead for a dozen hours than fight as we have been do : ng for as many minutes." Riding the Donkey in Egypt. The best way of getting about Oairo and its environs is on the donkey. It is cheap and exhiliorating. Tho donkey is easily mounted and easily got off from; not seldom he will weaken in his hind legs and let his rider to the ground — a sinking operation which destroys your confidence in life itself. Some times lie stumbles and sends the rider over his head. But tho good donkey never does either. He is the best nui- mal of his size and appearance living. He has the two qualities of our greatest general—patience and obstinacy. The good donkey is easy as a rocking-chair sure-footed as a chamois; he can thread any crowd and stand patiently dozing in any noisy thoroughfare for hours. To ride him is only a slight compromise of one’s independence in walking. One is so near the ground, and so absent- mindedly can he gaze at what is around him, that ho forgets that there is any thing under him. When the donkey, in the excitement of company on the open street and stimulated by the vyhacks and cries of his driver, breaks into the rush of a gallop, thore is so much flying of logs and such a general flutter that the rider fancies he is get ting over the ground at an awful rate, running a break-neok race; but it does not appear so to an observer. The rider has the feeling of the swift loca motion of the Arab steed without its danger or oxpense. Besides, a long- legged man, with a cork hat and a fly ing linen “duster,” tearing madly along on on animal as big as a slieep, is on amusing spectacle.—Charles Dudley Wurner,