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VOLUME NO—LV
TIT FOB TAT.
“Good-momin’, Miss Katie,” said young
Mickie Fee;
“Good-momin’, again; it’s yourself store
I see.
Lookin’ bloomin’ as iver.’ But Kate turned
away
As she said, “Mister Mickle, I wish you
good-day.
You’re a heartless desaver—now don’t
spake a word!
Pretty talcs about you and that Norab I’ve
heard;
You know you danced with her the day of
the fair,
And praised bor gray eyes and her very
red hair. ...
You called her an angel; quite in love
with her fell; -ji-
And at night, when you parted, you kissed
licr m well <5**
Then young Mickle gave a sly wink as he
said,
“I des&ved her, my darlin’—this way turn
your head—
Yes, faith, I desaved her; my darlin’, it’s
true;
For I shut both my eyes, Kate, and fancied
! twas you!
Yes, that’s what I did;
Katie, it’s true:
I shut both my eyes,
And fancied ’twas you 1”
“Well, I’ve no time to stay, so good-bye,
Mickie Fee,
You may desave her, but you don’t de
save me;
I’m not to be blarneyed. Mick, a word
in your ear:
You had better be ofT.for my dad’s cornin’
here.”
“O, your dad’s comiu’ is be? That’s
not him I see,
Now bobbin’ behind that owld blackthorn
Foret’s’ Paddy Mahon?” “0,”said
Kate, with a sneer,
“You’ve got your eyes open at last, Mickie
dear.
And store you are right; ’tis my own dar
lin’ Pat,
So take my advice, Mick, and get out of
that;
For he’s cornin’ to coortme. Now, listen,
my lad;
When that boy kisses me, O, won’t you
be glad!
For when his lips meet mine, why, what
will I do?
But shut both my eyes, Mick, and fancy
it’s you.
That’s what I’ll do;
Mickie, it’s true;
Shut both my eyes
And fancy it’s you!”
TOSSED OBT
THE BILLOWS
FATE.
OF
BY SPUING LEAVES.
Written for thispaper.]
CHAPTER I.
On the sixth of May 18—, the gallant,
majestic “Sea Eagle” unfurled its broad
sails to the morning breeze and glided
slowly out of the New York harbor
amidst the waving of handkerchiefs and
shouts from tlio excited crowd. Gradu
ally she Increased her speed and bounded
over the water with such progress that all
signs of to-raflnna were soon lost to view,
and a few hours found her dancing upon
the ocean waves like a child at play.
The passengers on board the “Sea
Eagle” were numerous, and the agreeable
appearance and genial smiles of all seem
ed to imbibe brightness and freshness
from the delicious May morning. Each
one seemed anxious to contribute to the
others’ happiness. There were poets,
artists and musicians—all ready to exer
cise their talents for the pastime of their
fellow-passengers, and cordiality reigned
supreme.
When the first day was drawing to a
close, and the sun had sunk so low that it
seemed in the net of diving beneath the
waves, ail the crew assembled on deck to
witness the immersion, and the golden
splendor which illuminated the heavens
at the disappearance of the king of day,
all reflected in the dark, bine waters of
the mighty surging sea. It was a scene
glorious to contemplate, and one that
must be seen to be justly appreciated.
All stood and beheld the beauty spread
out before them in silent ecstacy.
“Oh, father,” exclaimed a fresh, young
H“>Iay I know to whom I am indebted
for this kindness?” asked the father as
they neared the threshold.
“Ernest Raban is my name, sir,” re
plied the stranger, “and if I can be of any
service to yon during the voyage, you will
please call on me.”
“I thank you with all my heart, Mr.
Raban,” answered the old gentleman,
“and shall call on you immediately to
come in and sit with us a while, as I
would like for us to become better ac
quainted. My name, I believe I have not
told you, is Howard Hargartb, and this is
my dangtater, Eugenie,” he added as they
entered the room.
She very gracefully acknowledged the
introduction, then went to the lounge and
began arranging the pillows for her father,
who still stood leaning on Raban’s arm.
<q am sure you are an Englishman,”
began Mr. Hargarth, addressing Raban,
as he reclined on his pillows, and the oth
ers were seated. “No other than a true,
great hearted Englishman would trouble
himself to be kind and considerate for an
old invalid stranger.”
“Oh! sir,” replied Raban promptly,
“yon are :cally mistaken, most every one
would be glad to assist the afflicted: yet,
I am English, and, though the world con
siders them stiff and arrogant, I, like you,
think them quit-? a warm-hearted, gener
ous people.”
“They are, iftdeed,” answered the sim
ple-hearted old man. “England is my
native land, and I am returning, after a
long sojourn in America, to — recover my
health,” he said hesitatingly, Intimating
liis doubt, at the same time glancing at
the hopeful daughter to see that no sus
picion was awakened in her heart. -
A short time served to put the two gen
tlemen on excellent terms and get them
tolerably well acquainted.
It was made known to Raban that his
new friend left England quite young for
America, where he had amassed a consid
erable fortune and married a beautiful
girl, who died when her little daughter
was only two years old; that he had lived
a very retired life since her death, devot
ing all his affections to his daughter’s wel-
“The pride of Italy,
Throned on her thousand isles;
She looks a sea-Cybele fresh from ocean
Raising with her tiara of proud towers
“The cloudless skie3, the thrilling le
gends, the gay gondola gliding daintily
through the watery streets, all contribute
to her wondrous beauty, which is stamp-'
ed indeliibiy on my memory. There are
the peerless lakes, Maggiorc and Como,
he continued, warmly eloquent, realizing
the fact that his fair auditor listened
with rapt sympathetic attention. “Mag-
giore, with her Barromean islands; Como,
with her fascinating scenery. IHuge moun
tains rising from the water’s edge, having
their sides terraced that vineyards may be
planted, and cottages and sometimes pal
aces may repose. Gliding slowly up the
stream the beholder is so enchanted that
ho wishes to move ever onward.
‘Can I forget—oh! never such a scene
So full of witchery.’
“Switzerland boasts of its Alpine
scenery, and Germany its Rhine—all
oeautiful as the fa>rest dream of fancy.'
“What a feast for a hungry soul like
mine,” exclaimed Eugenie delightedly.
Thus they sat conversing as freely as if
years had given maturity to the young
friendship. The hours passed only too
swiftly until Raban arose to leave them
The invalid, who had lain with closed
eyes, silently listening, now raised him
self and extended his hand, which Raban
warmly grasped.
“I am truly glad that I met you, Mr.
Raban,” said the old man, “and I hope
this is only the beginning of a glorious
friendship* We will always be pleased to
have you sit with us whenever it is con
venient. To-morrow, comq again if no
other engagement claims you. I wish to
avail myself of your offer to assist me.”
Raban, assuring him it would be a
pleasure to come and comply with ar.y re
quest, left the rocm, bis heart surging
with its new emotion.
CHAPTER II.
When the darkness of night was spent
and the early dawn was giving place to
fare and happiness, until his health had j the light of day, Eugenie crept softly
become so enfeebled; since which time he j from the room, ascended to the deck, and
had been attended by her entirely, it be- ! stood watching the eastern horizon. The
ing a Taney oi hers not to allow servants ■ few clouds that seemed stationed to her-
tlie charge. I aid the approach of the sun ere they faded
Mr. Haigarth was informed that Raban, ! i n i,^ presence, gradually changed their
among other particulars of his past life, j dull leaden appearance to flaming red.
had been a great lover of travel; that he j Though the dark eyes were pensively
had visited almost every place of interest; contemplating the scene, the thoughts
in the old world, and a desire for new seemed absent, and when a firm, quick
scenes led him to cross the Atlantic. j step was heard approaching a guilty
Eugenie Hargarth listened_ attentively to blush betrayed their whereabouts,
the account Raban gave of himself, scarce- | «You are out quite early this morning,”
ly realizing the fascination that took pos- said Raban as lie drew near. “Watching
session of her. _ the sun rise?” he inquired, looking to-
The world might not proclaim him j ward tnc cast and then into the eyes of
handsome; perhaps it called Ins habitual the fair enchantress, which were raised to
thoughtfulness coldness, and the Simi- his as if to assure him that he wa3 still
ness and decision stamped on his features their slave.
sternness; but those Who looked for'one j • pYes,” she replied, “aH nature seems
moment into the calm, bine depths of his to rejoice at this period of the day; on the
eyes might perceive a noble, manly soul : land the flowers and grasses are sparkling
beaming from their fathomless depths, • with dew, and the trees look their green-
and proving the falsity oi jsuch an accusa- j est, even here the ocean look more ‘deep-
tion. There was an air of superiority : ]y } darkly blue.’ ”
about him that instantly commanded j “it is very lovely,” responded her com-
respect, and his manners had surely all panion, “yet thousands have never beheld
the refinement, culture and “repose that it thus, save through the medium of
stamps the caste ot Vere de Fere..” books.”
Finally 'England’s political, business | “Even a description from a book inl
and social progress was thoroughly ilis- presses one with grandeur,” said she.
cussed, and her father was making inqai- . “Yon are then fond of reading,” in-
ries of the healthful nssorts, and seeking quired Raban.
advice as to which would be most suita- • “it is one of my chief delights.”
ble for him, when Eugenie was again at- r “Have you a favorite author?”
tentive. . I “I have several favorites,” she replied,
Raban suggested several fashionable “but there is one whose opinions coincide
resorts, but noticing a smile of disapproval so well with my own, whose characters
from Eugenie, he suspended further in- are so natural, and whose descriptions are
formation.
so vivid that he has won my heart. His
“Perhaps you have a choice, Miss Har- j nom de plume is Irvin Muller. I have
garth,” he said. j never learned his real name; however, he
“Yes,” sliefrankly responded, “Ihare a jg an Englishman.”
choice, and I am sure it will he my fath- j “I, like you,” he said, “have several
er’s also. You must really excuse my favorites, yet no special one receives my
candor,” she proceeded, thinking an apol- adoration.”
ogy dne his superior intelligence, “but I j Thus again they spent the time in
do not think a place where nothing is con- sweet converee,*iintil Eugenie became
sidered but fashion, frivolities and vani- ' conscious that ner father might have
ties suitable for an invalid requiring rest awakened and needed ber attendance, so
from all bustle. Doyon not think Brigh- reminding Raban of his promise to sep her
ton*as beneficial, besides being more father during the day, she left him and
quiet?” and those lustrous eyes were hurried to her father’s bedside,
raised inquiringly to his. Perhaps they j On entering the room she perceived
did not discover the pleasurable emotions that he had not arisen, and going softly to
that stirred his heart as he replied: | his side, gazed anxiously upon his face,
“I confess that Brighton is a far more ( which had assumed an almost deatli-like
desirable place, being, as you say, very 1 pallor. His breathing was loud, and
quiet, besides possessing all the benefits of seemed so difficult that she almost shriek-
voice, breaking the silence, “is it not beau- any sea-side resort. .... | ed aloud in her sudden anguish. She
— - 1 - - • ■ - ■ • And Brighton was finally decided on. _ laid her hand gently on his forehead, and
“When your father’s health is re-estab- the closed eyes were opened, and the
lished,” resumed Raban, “of course you dying man (those death-like symptoms
will make London your home, as you do could not be mistaken) gazed upon his
not think of returning to America.” j agonized daughter.
“We will certainly visit London,” she | “Is it you, my dearest child ?” he ask-
answered, “but I will never choose it for cd faintly, “sit close beside me, my dar-
my home, and papa has left it to my pref- ling.”
erence. I know it is natural,” she went j “Papa, dear,” she tried to say calmly,
tiful? Just see those clouds that hover
about the sunset; they look so like moun
tains of gold with enormous rocks cling
ing to their sides, and great precipices and
gorges indenting them. It is far more
beautiful than anything I ever dreamed,”
she continued in rapturous tones, still
gazing at the scene before her lest any phase
of its beauty should escape unssen; yet, all
unconscious of the many eyes that were
now intently watching her,
“And this,” she continued, after
pause, “is only a foretaste of the delight
we shall feel so often in the future; only
tho first of many scenes that will delight
my very soul. I am sure you will be
well in a short time, and then, dearest
papa,” she continued, drawing down her
father’s head and playfully kissing Ills
forehead, “our lives will be one continued
and beauteous dream.”
Just then looking ’round, she perceived
the attention she had attracted, and the
brightest of blushes o’eispread her fair
face. •
The most casual observer might have
noted the pleasure and admiration de
picted on each countenance a3 they be
held this fair being; a creature of earth,
and yet so lovely. Such beauty would
defy the artist’s pencil, such enthusiasm
inspire the most profound poet. The
great dark eyes seemed gifted with the
power to peer into the deepest recesses of
your soul, and there read your thoughts;
yet they were not cold and merciless eyes,
the irresistible power they exerted was
never stern and withering, but inspired
one with trust and reverence for their in
finite truth and pnrity. And just as way
ward were they in betraying the emotions
of the soul from which they spoke and to
which they were a veritable index. Her
features were all truly as perfect as those
of “tbe statue that doth enchant the
world.”
Perhaps they might have liked to gaze
for hours on a picture so soul-stirring and
natural, yet delicacy and respect for the
embarrassment she so plainly evinced for
bade, and al! attention must be speedily
withdrawn. However, one' was near her
who stood as if rapt and spell-bound, un
willing to divert bis gaze lest the won
drous vision disappear or assume a more
earthly shape. Long be stood there in
dulging bis famished sou! at tbe fountains
of bliss that gushed spontaneously from
their pent up source. Perhaps be recog
nized in this angelic creature the ideal
image of his heart, or soft whisperings of
fate, floating on the evening breeze, may
have suggested to intuition some faint
knowledge of the link that bound their
ftiture lives.
“Father,” he beard tbe daughUr anx-
ously inquire, as darkness gathered
’round, “isn’t this air too chilly for ycu ?
Perhaps we had better go below where
yob can rest more comfortably. Lean on
me, papa," she said, as the invalid arose
to follow her suggestion.
“Allow me to assist you,” said the
stranger, stepping forward and offering
his arm.
“Thank you,” answered the invalid
gratefully; and thus they proceeded to
the cabin, tbe daughter following closely.
on with e smile, “to expect a girl just re- lest any emotion might be injurious to
leased from the duties of the school-room him, “yon are not so well as usual tills
to be dazzled by the brilliance cf London ‘ morning; perhaps I had best call in the
society, and yet it has no charms forme; ‘ pbysidian.”
not that I consider my taste superior to j “No, no, my darling,” he replied, “phy-
that of womankind in general, bat it is sicians can be of nq service to me now,
my peculiarity to dislike a life where all t but listen: This Ernest Raban, whom we
your pleasure must be regulated and gov- met last evening, has installed himself
erned by certain rules and formalities. J immediately in my greatest respect and
Several of my acquaintances have called confidence, lie impresses me as a superior
me ‘fogy,’ and ridicul cd ray ‘sage philos- being, and a perfect gentleman; now tell
ophy,’ as they termed my arguments, and me, child, if you entertain a contrary
I suppose I merited it.” j opinion, or have any doubt of his integ-
“No, no,” answered Raban, becoming ’ ...... . ...
more deeply infatuated by the wisdom so 1 have no doubt of his goodness, fath-
unusual in one so young. “I am sure .replied in tremulous tones,
your friends were unjust. Your dislike . “Then imve him with us immediately.”
for the frivolous society of the present The message was sent, and Raban ap-
day is, according to my judgment, very peared a moment afterwards. 1 he scene
just. It, at least, coincides with my own tbat “ et his gaze told too plainly the
sentiments. London has he m my home meaning of that call, and elicited Ins heart-
since my childhood, and yet society has felt compassion.
never attracted me.” The ?nef-strickcn daughter was kneel-
“You have been absent a great deal on jjS beside her dying parent, his hand
your travels, of which you spoke to my clasped m hers, and her fair face buried
father, have you not?” sheaskod. anxious , the ^ hij heartfa „
of sympathy.
[TO BE CONTINUED.]
that he should relate some of the scenes
of his travels. l
“For the last few years I have spent
very little time there," he replied. “There , New York, Jane SO.—General Han-
is rather too much of the dark side of hn- cock having expressed a desire to call in-
inanity thrust on one in London life, and formally upon Governor Tilden, the Gen-
very little that is elevating or ennobling, eral met Senator 'Wallace, of Pennsyl-
Though there is so much splendor _ and vania, General Franklin, of Connecticut,
magnificence revealed to the inquiring and Mr. Henry Walterson, of Kentucky,
eye, it is all of man’s device; there is this morning at the Gilsey House, by ap-
compnratively nothing that speaks of God pointment, whence the party repaired to
or inspires one with love for Him. This the well knownmansion in Gramercy park
deficiency might not occur to a casual ob- and were received and entertained by
server, or to one who was less an adorer Governor Tilden with cordial hospitality,
of nature than I am. It is this passion- General Hancock and Mr. Tilden had a
ate love that keeps me constantly search- protracted and agreeable interview, and in
ing new beauties, that I may worship the taking leave General Hancock accepted
wondrous works of the Creator; they di- an invitation to pay an early visit to
vert the thoughts from all worldliness and Greystone. The feeling between the two
waft them heavenward.” . is reputed to be exceedingly cordial. No
Engenie listened with increasing rever- one was present except the gentlemen
ence for the greatness and goodness she named, and the interview was unceremo-
found in this new friend, who was fast nious.
making bimselt her ideal. Ordinary men ( — «,» ,
would certainly not take this version of j Psm4’« Extract.
the glories that were revealed to their “A sovereign remedy for inflamed sore
dull senses. ! eyes;” says T. RobeBapn, Ithaca, N. Y.
“I have read a great deal of the beau- 1 Dr. A. E. Sumneraports one hundred
tics of the old world,” she began, after a and thirty-tliree cases (out of 138) of
pause, “and my pet desire, for some time, Egyptian Ophthalmia (sore eyes) in St.
has been to behold them for myself, which Peter’s hospital, Brooklyn, N. Y., being
I will do as soon as my father’s health cured by Pond's Extbact. “This Ex
will permit. May I ask,” she added, tract was diluted one-half with water, and
“where you found most that pleased and a cloth wet with it bound over the eyea.”
interested you?” Tbe Doctor’s report in the Medical Union.
“Italy, Switzerland and Germany are Pond’s Extract should be in .every
all deservedly renowned for their various household, as it is invaluable for the little
beauties. Legends and romance lend a accidents that are always liable to occur,
charm to every object of interest. There .such as cuts, burns, bruises, etc., and it is
is Venice, the ‘City of the Sea’,” he pro- of tbe greatest benefit for hemorrhages,
ceeded, as if he delighted to dwell on neuralgic pains and inflammation, while
those things that afforded him such un- for catarrh, piles, etc., it is the best known
bounded pleasure. remedy. lw
THE XAUXOLIA.
Stainless white petals!
Corolla of snow!
Gold in the centre,
All richness and glow,
Bath for Titania,
Of crystalline dew,
Couch to lull Oberon
Under the blue 1
Cradle for hnmming-bird!
Butterfly's nest!
Fountain of nectar
For honey-bees’ quest!
Goblet for Ganymede,
Full of the wine
Brewed by Aurora,
With fingers divine!
Chalice of spicery,
Fit for a queen !
Crowning a column
Cup to be heli
Tbe hand of a bride,
Pure as thy perfume,
An emperor’s pride!
Flower to be laid on
The cross by a tomb!
Type of the spirit
Iu Paradise—bloom!
Therefore I gather thee,
Lovely and pure;
Speak from this graveyard
Of joys that endure.
A Point of Honor.
I was dining at a table d'hote in the
only country of Europe where a decent
dinner is still to be got at such places,
when my attention was attracted by a tall,
reserved man, in the uniform of a cavalry
officer, who sat at tbe head of a side table.
Beside me was a queen’s messenger, Capt.
Bolton, who, of course, knew everything
and everybody, from the gossip of the
legations which lie visited in a profession
al capacity; so I asked him who the-grave
looking soldier might be. His reply was
startler.
“Tliaf is Field Marshal Eisenberg,” an
swered the queen’s messenger, coolly,
naming one of the first soldiers of our age.
“He always dines here, and has done so
ever since I have been in the line.”
“Odd place to pick up a Field Marshal,
at a dinner in a public house, isn’t it, at
least in these piping times of peace?”
“Ha!” exclaimed Capt. Bolton, who,
like several of the distinguished corps to
which lie belongs, is an agreeable Ratt le.
“Ha, "thereby baugs a talc—don’t you
know it?”
I I had just returned—for I, too, am “in
the line”—from Baratsria, whither I had
been sent by a grateful country for not
belonging to one of the governing families
then in power, so I replied, somewhat to
Bolton's astonishment, -‘I did not know
it.”
“Well, then,” remarked tho captain,
gaily, “I will tell it you when I have done
with this pheasant and melon salad,
which is too good to spoil for an anec
dote.”
He cat for some time in silence, and
with such an evident sense of enjoyment
that I did not venture to question him
further, though I noticed a certain preoc
cupied air about him, as though he were
trying to recall some half-forgotten inci
dent, or were, perhaps, trying to put it into
language which would do more credit to
. his reputation as an expert narrator. By
| and by, when the coffee came, he lit a cigar,
which had been sent him by little Jinks
our vice consul at the Havana, and as the
first wreaths of perfumed smoko curled
round about him, he thus delivered him
self: “The marshal used to have a son.”
As lie spoke the gaunt, upright figure
of the famous military commander strode
by. He turned his haggard face towards
us as he did so, but there was no specula
tion in his eyes, and tho life that was in
him seemed to serve only to carry a heai t
that was dead. Though every one at the
hotel made way for him with a sort of
awe-stricken respect, lie sainted nobody,
but passed out into the street like some
mournful specter, not terrible, but unut
terably sad. Then we heard the ciank of
iiis harness in the ante-room, and once
his sword smote against bis spurs as he
girded it on. Then he was gone. His
appearance had served but to emphasize
Captain Bolton’s statement, that “he used
to have a son.”
The queen’s messenger, who had been
interrupted by the solemn apparition
above, mentioned, threw back his head,
perhaps to get a better view of his subject,
took a long pull at his cigar, finished his
coffee, began his liquor and then went on
with his story.
“Yes, as I was saying, Field Marshal
Count Eisenberg had a son who was one
of the finest young men in the army. He
was iu a light cavalry regiment, and all
the girls went mad about him. You nev
er sew a fellow better built, or with more
downright pluck and go in him. Hang it,
sii, he deserved to be atwEnglisbman, and
I used to tell him so when I passed
through here, and could est a day’s shoot
ing with him at Edelslieim—a grand
place his governor had then. It is sold
now. Never was a more cheery or better
companion than Rudy Eisenberg. He
could ride as well as Lord Cork, and
shoot snap shots with any one you like to
name. It wasn’t all glitter either about
him. He had been out in a big war, and
done all sorts of line things. His nerves
were said to be wonderfully steady under
fire, and he had ridden well to the front in
one of the boldest hand-to-hand fights on
record. Of course he did not rise in rank
very quickly, for the marshal would not
hear ofliis being promoted out of liis turn,
and there was nothing of the cocktail
about him, so he did not put himself in
the way of special service to shirk liis reg
imental duties; but everybody looked
upon him, with good reason, as a man
who was booked for every prize of life
that does not go by favor. Not a chap in
liis regiment, from the colonel to the pi
per, had a word to say against him.
“Unluckily,” mused Capt. Bolton, again
throwing his head back, perhaps for phil
osophy’s sake this time, “that was just it.
People liked him too much, especially la
dies. There was a whisper that an illus
trious beauty, not far off from the reign
ing dynasty, had fretted herself nearly
crazy about him; and though even the
court officials agreed that he had behaved
very well in a mysterious business that it
would not do to talk about, Rudy Eisen-
berg went to parade with a face white as
a ghost after a masked ball, where it was
thought some scandal had taken place.
I would advise you never to touch on this
part of the story if you mean to make any
stay here. One thing only oozed out, and
this was that the love, if there was love,
had been mutual; and I have heard that
Rudy got a little wrong in the head after
it was i.ll over. The doctors spoke of
brain fever, and recommended change of
ait; so the old marshal, who knew noth
ing about money, gave his son about
enough to keep him for a week, and
sent him off to Homburg for the waters.
TLe devil’s own play was going on at that
picturesqne little hole in those days, and
young Eisenberg naturally found himself
tumble headlong into tbe set who lived
where it was hottest. There was Bob
Cheyke, of tbe Life Guard, and Aginconrt,
who had just come into his title; with
Ivry de Videsac, the crack Frenchman,
who went such a tremendous smash two
years later; and Crichton and Mauieverer,
with Jack Nortiman, Birbautaki Pasha,
old Lord Cbowser, and I do not know how
many more of tbe same lot. I fancy Rudy
ways, but he soon fell into them. As
mischance would have it, too, he spoke
little English, and that helped, I dare say,
for he had got many of the stolid, honest
ideas of liis countrymen about improving
himself, and very likely thought at times
that he might some day have to act his
part, in a Battle of Dorking, so that it
might be as well to prepare tor the emer
gencies that would probably arise out of
such a-situation, whether he was among
tbe conquerors or the conquered.
For a while Cheyk and the rest of them
used to always find him in his den on the
fifth floor of a cheap hotel, poring over
books of tactics and working out military
problems with cerks and pins, or one of
those woaderfally accurate,' maps issued
by his native war office. But they soon
badgered him out of that aud at last he
was forever with them when they were
going fastest. He rode a steeple-chase on
Agincourt’s horse and won it gallantly
for hOn, bat he also held tbe bank against
Ivry de Videsac and Lord Chowser for
three nights running without going to
bed, ana he won nothing, as you may ex
pect, at that game. The Lord knows
what happened next. It was never made
quite clear. Some fellows will hare it
that Nortiman and Bob Cheyke, who had
won a whole pot of money from
him, insisted on having it at
once, and it is certain that a check bear
ing the bield marshal’s signature, given
in payment to Cheyke, was refused by the
Bilkendorfs, his bankers. But, by the
first express train afterwards, the old
Count came to Homburg himself, stalked
into Bob’s rooms at tbe best hot*], laid
down the money on liis toilet table, and
then stalked out again without a word
I hardly like to tell on my own responsi
bility what followed, but Lord Chowser
says that he met the marshal upon the
stairs leading to Rudy’s room, and that he
couldn’t help hearing wliat passed between
them through the half-open door of young
Eisenberg's apartment. It was very brief.
The old soldier sternly confronted his
son.
“ l Jche habe,’ then said he, ‘das sehmul
zesgcld bezahlt. I have paid the foul gold
for which you have dishonored us. Now
do your part.’ And as he ceased speaking
he placed on the table between them a
pistol ho had brought with him.
“Tho young man made no answer, but
the next-moment there was a loud report,
and the marshal came forth from the
presence of his dead son with that white,
aslien &ce you have just seen. He never
smiled again.
“All the set who were mixed up in the
affair naturally tried to put the best face
on it. Bob says he had a right to get his
montjr, and so does Nortiman; but Chow
ser, though he is a liardisli old boy, does
not Mke to talk much on the subject, and
I believe had to consult his doctor respect
ing a ghost, or something of that sort,
which lie fancied was following him
about* Rnd wanted to catch hold of him
whenever he was alone.”
“Aty’ I said, yawning, “very odd, isn’t
it ?” I did not know what else to say,
and - 1 don’t know now, only I was glad
that the story was over. Bolton and I
then passed the rest of the evening in
witnessing some capital card tricks, per
formed by a regular professor of sleight-
of-hand, who was then making a great
noisd 1 on the Continent. As I looked at
this dtnusing artist, also, I thought that if
such ftinny things can be done with cards
by men of experience, it may bo possibly
as-wellTbr inexperienced youth to think
twice, or even thrice, before sitting down
to gnrae3 of skill where cards are con
cerned.—London Truth.
We clip the following beautiful tribute to
Madison Lane from the Union and
Recorder:
“’Tis sad, ’tis sad to think upon
The joyous scenes ot old,
When every year that wearies on
Is numbered by some friendship gone ;
Some kindly voice grown cold.”
Can it be that the deep, musical tones
of that voice, so wont to join me in sing
ing these lines, are forever hushed in
death—chilled in the very utterance of
kindly spoken words ? Alas! we are of
the number so deeply bereaved by the
horrible accident on the Columbus road.
We leel that we arc not alone in this ag
ony of grief, ihat Madison, the idol of so
many hearts, was not the only hero who
lost his life on that memorable night.
Had he lived until the 4th of August, he
would have been twenty-six years old.
Since early boyhood, his home has been
in Baldwin county, near Milledgeville. In
1873, lie found the meek and lowly Jesus
precious to his soul and united with the
Methodist church. Since then he has not
been idle in his Master’s vineyard, but,
notwithstanding his youth, has officiated
botli as Sabbath-school superintendent
and steward of the church. List the uni
versal tribute paid to his memory by the
good peopie of Pleasant Grove church:
“None knew him but to love him.” I
have known him for years, perhaps more
intimately than any friend of my life. To
me his life is spotless.
He was a devoted, tender brother, al
ways filling liis home with sun-light.
Truly loyal in his attachments, the fair
one at whose shrine he laid his heart cer
tainly has tbe most priceless boon granted
to woman. His unselfish nature ne’er
knew too great a sacrifice to make for a
friend. Indeed, the last act of his life is a
beautiful one. As baggage-master he
should have been in the rear of the train,
but lie went on the engine to relieve some
tired hand. How sublime thus to die!
Though the angry billows kissed his warm
check the last time, yet he rests in a grave
of bowers—a fit offering for one who lived
insuch companionship with nature’s beau
ties. A friend who stood by his grave re
marked, “When I die I hope my friends
will bury me in flowers, as they have
Madison.” Ilis life passed like a beauti
ful dream, aud we doubt not lie awoke to
a joyous reality in tho Glory-world.
May every heart left desolate by that sad
calamity, “pass under the rod” of God’s
providence. “Who He loveth He chasten
elli.” Let us lean with childlike trust
on His precious promise.
“When thy secret hopes have perished
In the grave of years gone l>y,
Let this promise still be cherished,
I will guide thee with mine eye.”
. One who knew him.
MAKSUEBITE.
I pluck the petals one by one—
They fall upon tbe daisied plot;
I sing for every petal gone,
He loves me, or ho loves me not.
I pluck them anxious one by one,
Are all the sweet old vows forgot?
Is all my heart’s long strength undone?
He loves me, or he loves me not.
But as my task is well nigh done,
A voice rings through the quiet spot,
Betwixt the shadow aud the sun,
“Why fear that I should love you not?”
OUR NEIGHBOSS,
And How Tliev Are Educating tbe
Young.
Special Cor. Telegraph and Messenger.]
EMORY COLLEGE.
Oxford, June 20,1SS0.
Editors Telegraph and Messenger:—
I left Macon on yesterday for Oxford, to
attend commencement of this flourishing
college. It lias on its roll 171 students,
and is enjoying a fine degree of prosperi
ty.
The exercises began last night by tho
declamation and reading of what is known
as the Sub-Freshman class, which is under
the control of Lundy H. Harris,Esq.,
well known in Macon as formerly office-
editor ofthe Wesleyan Christian Advocate.
The following was the programme:
Edgar P. Alien, Shanghai, China—“The
Battle.”
Franklin L. Bryan, Conyers, Georgia—
‘The Baron’s Last Banquet.”
Joseph 'A. Griffin, Oxford, Georgia—
“Robert Emmett’s Defense.”
Thomas Hopkins, Oxford, Georgia—
“Rienzi’s Address to the Romans.”'
Richard L. King, Fairbum, Georgia—
“Irish Aliens and English Victories.”
Lewis D. Pace, Covington, Georgia—
“Demosthenes Denounced.”
John F. Pierce, Covington, Georgia—
“Parrbasitis.”
Alex. J. Smith, Greensboro, Georgia—
“Resistance to British Aggression.”
William T. C. Stone, Oxford, Geoigia
—“Mark Antony’s Oration.”
Charles C. Temple, Temple Mills, Flor
ida—“The September Gale.”
James B. Towns, Sumterville, Florida
—“A Plea for the Union.”
Then followed the presentation of med
als by Dr. Haygood. The medal for best
speaking to A. J. Smith, of Greensboro—
that for best reading to Edgar P. Allen,
Shanghai, China.
To-day the board of trustees met at 10
m., and proceeded to attend to the du
ties pertaming to an annual meeting, a
full board not being present. Among the
absent members were Judge James Jack-
son and Gov. Colquitt.
Quite a novel meeting is also being held
here to-day. The Woman’s Missionary
Society of the north Geoigia conference
hss an annual session here—Mrs. Walter
T. Colquitt, president, in the chair. As no
body of the “male persuasion” is allowed
admission, I can give you no details.
There are quite a large number of dele
gates from different parts of the State. Of
course I infer that the meeting was har
monious.
There is a great deal of talk ab out poli
tics, both State and national. Everybody
seems to be pleased with the nomination
of Hancock and English. The unanimity
of the people is certainly indicative of
success. Surely every honest voter will
prefer these unblemished candidates to
those who are charged with high crimes
and misdemeanors. ’ -
Governor Colquitt lias many friends who
will stand by him—enough to give him,
it is hoped, the nomination for governor.
His enemies are saying that if he is de:
feated in the nominating convention, he
will announce himself as an independent
candidate. This cannot be so. I have too
much confidence in his loyalty to his
State to believe he will, under any cir
cumstances, lend himself to the enemy,
who seek by any means to disrupt the
Democratic party. He is too wise not to
know that this course would turn against
him many of his best and warmest sup
porters. •
I will keep you advised of the exercises
ofthe commencement. B.
Ga.-
I F. A. Chamberlain, Atlanta, G».—
“Surrey’s Dream.”
J. F. Colville, Cedar Town,
“The Curse of Regulus.”
E. P. Davis,Palmetto, Ga.—“The Stars
and Stripes.”
T.R. Fosterling, Paris, Texas—“Crime
its own Detecter.”
G. T. E. Hardeman, Oxford, Ga.—
“Ammons vs. Arnold.”
Thomas Lang, Valdosta, Ga.—“Mis
sissippi Contested Election.”
S. E. Peterson, Herndon, Ga.—“The
Standard of the Constitution’.’
J. L. Pierce, Covington, Ga.—“Results
ofthe Late War.”
S. J. Bawson, Atlanta, Ga.—“The
Great Viiginlan.”
This was the finest class of sophomore
speakers I ever listened to. They were
all good, and the committee had great dif
ficulty in deciding who were entitled to
the medals.
At 4 o’clock p. m. there was a champion
debate between the Few and Phi Gamma
societies, Bishop Geoige F. Pierce presid
ing. The question was:
“Resolved, That a limited monarchy is
a better form of government than a repub
lic.” The Phi Gamma speakers, who took
the affirmative side ofthe question, were,
J. G. Lee, Ga.; J. R. Smith, Ga.; E. T.
Williams, Ga. Their opponents, of tbe
Few Society, werdE: D. Howren, Fla.; J.
S. Candler, Ga.; L. B. Evans, Ga. '
At 8:30 there was an address .by Eon.
Joseph B. Cumming, of Augusta, Georgia,
on the occasion of the presentation of
medals. The speech was very appro
priate. The subject announced was rath
er novel: “Murder.” The speech was
leveled at those who “murder the King’s
English.” At the close of the address he
delivered the medals as follows:
The Boynton medal, for tho best essay
by a member of the Senior or Junior
classes, to W. T. Turnbull, of Monticello,
Florida.
The Allen medal, for the best essay by
a young preacher, to Rev. K. H. McLain,
of Terrell county.
Bigham medal, to best essayist in the
Freshman class, to Ed C. Merry, of Ber-
zelia, Georgia.
Bigham medal, to best essayist in the
Sophomore class, to James L. Pierce, Jr.,
of Covington.'
Thus closed the interesting exercises of
“Sophomore day.”
The weather up here b delightfully cool
and pleasant. The crops are good, and
prospects for plenty very fine. B.
been their work and so comprehensive
their course.
H 1 *** ay pleasure yesterday to hear
the Senior daw examined in “Christian
ethics,” and a better examination I have
never heard from any source.
To-night the preparatory classes will
have their exhibition, and the programme
shows that we may expect an enjoyable
occasion. YoUrs truly, Ac.,
Bob Swift, Jr.
Editors Telegraph and Messenger:—.
The patrons of Lake Bailey village school,
which is located on tbe Forsyth road, four
miles from Macon, met at tbe new church
building, near the school boose yesterday,
to witness tbe closing exercises of the
school. There were also present persons
from other neighborhoods, making in all
a gathering of seventy-five or eighty, be
sides tbe school children. The exer
cises, consisting of recitations, speeches
and songs, occupied, the principal
part of the forenoon, and were fol
lowed by remarks from Superintendent
Zettler, on the mutual duties of teachers
and parents. Then came tbe dinner under
the trees. This was of course alike inter
esting to children ana grown people. The
writer fared sumptuously, as indeed did
everybody, for there was an abundance of
good things, and to spare. Especially
did he enjoy an excellent cup of coffee,
from a thoughtful lady friend.
After dinner the audience reassembled
and listened to seme excellent singing by
the young people,, assisted by Mr.E. C.
Pearce, principal of Planters’ Academy in
Rutland district. Mr. Pearce also enter
tained the audience in a very clever
speech interspersed with amusing anec
dotes.
Next came the watermelons, hut in the
language of a little six-year-old, we were
“ too full to do much with them.”
Altogether the exercises were creditable
to teacher, pupils and patrons, and consti
tuted a pleasant close to the spring term.!
Mr. J. W. T. Howard is the principal
of the school, and is to be congratulated
upon the good work of his pupils.
M.
A More Cheerful Outlook in Ire
land.—An intelligent correspondent of
the Dublin Freeman's Journal prophesies
the garnering of abundant harvests in
Ireland this year from July to November,
and if the prophecy shall be justified by
tbe event there should be no need of
Irish relief funds next year, and no such
demands as Mr. Parnell has just made—
that a gift of $1,000,000 be taken from the
Irish church fund for the relief of the
suffering. The late heavy rains, follow
ing the long drought, have caused potatoes
to grow with great rapidity, the cereals
which have appeared above ground are of
a rich and heavy green toe, the artificial
grasses are making satisfactory pi ogress
Oxford, Ga., June 28,1880.
Yesterday was a great day in Oxtoid.
Commencement Sunday and a very large
crowd of people. Dr. A. G. Haygood,
iresident of tbe college, pronounced the
laccalaureate sermon. -His text was
Ephesians hi—14 to 19. It was a fine
discourse, and cannot fail to produce good
effects.
At 4 o’clock was held the anniversary
ofthe Woman’s Foreign Missionary Soci
ety of the North Georgia conference,
Bishop Pierce presiding, (at request of
Mrs. Colquitt, president.) The presi-
ident’s annual report was then read by
Hugh M. Colquitt, Esq., son of the presi
dent. After this report, Rev. W. A. Can
dler and Dr. J. B. McFerrin, of Nash
ville, Tenn., made short and appropri
ate addresses. Then followed tho most
interesting of all the services of the occa
sion. Four young men, graduates of the
college, who have been appointed to for
eign mission fields, addressed the au
dience. They gave their various expe
rience in regard to the divine call to the
i neat work. Tho first was Rev. Robert
W. Macdonell, son of Rev. George G. N.
Macdonell, of your city. He is assigned
to work in Mexico. Then Rev. K. H.
McLain, of Terrell county, Rev. George
Loehr, of Elbert county, and Rev. J. H.
Park, of Walker county, who have - been
assigned to work in China. These are all
noble, promising young men, and exhibit
a rare degree of self-sacrifice in giving up
all the comforts of civilized life, and home
and friends, to preach the gospel to the
heathen. They go with the prayers and
best wishes of many Christian hearts in
their native land, aud I doubt not will
accomplish a great work in their various
fields of labor. At the close of these ad
dresses, Bishop Pierce took up a collection
for the benefit ofthe Woman’s Foreign
Missionary Society.
Dr. McFerin said of this wonderful
meeting that he had been engaged in mis
sionary work for forty years, but that
which he had semi this day had infused
him with new zeal, and was a bright omen
for good and a wonderful exhibition of
God’s intention to convert tbe world.
Your fellow townsman, Major A. O.
Bacon, is here, and will deliver the annual
address before the societies on Wednesday.
The major is immensely popular in this
part ofthe State, and I believe, if it were
left to the crowd here, lie would be elected
by a rousing majority to the United States
Senate. He ought to be elected.-I am
sorry that Judge Auderson, also, of your
city, has allowed his name to be used in
connection with this same office. They
both cannot get it, and it is sure that Maj.
Bacon has much the larger following,
and, at most, Judge Andersou will only
defeat Major Bacon, and not secure the
place himself. Let him come down and
wait for another time. B.
• 1 • Monday, June 28.
Editors Telegraph and Messenger:—
w _ This is what tbe boys call Sophomore
and the pastures are looking beautiful; in- j day.' Early in the morning the people
deed “the whole face of the country began to come, and by the time appointed
smiles upon the husbandman.” Should the large and commodious • hapel church
tbe weather be normally warm next was pretty well filled, not crammed ae it
month a heavy cereal produce may be; will he to-morrow and the next day. The , _
looked for in most districts. What is "band music begins, and is discoursed by hers of the organisation dab certificates,
most needed in Ireland now, according to the post band of Atlanta. The following ■ Six members responded to ber call and
this correspondent, is the development of l is the programme: | stepped forward to receive their scroll,
dairy industries and a greater amount of j programme. | This daw of young ladies, I am informed.
Eisenberg did not know what to make of I land given over to the cultivation of call- { H. C. Camay, Tampa, Florida-^“South- _ will vie with the graduates of any female
them at first. Their ways were not his 1 nary vegetables. em Chivalry.” ..
Oxford, June 30, I860 - .
Editors Telegraph and Messenger r—
To-day the crowd begins to accumulate,
At 9:30 tbe chapel was well filled to at
tend tlie Junior exercises. To say they
were interesting would but feebly express
the satisfaction of the large audience.
The young men all acquitted themselves
with great credit to themselves as well as
to the college. Among the twelve speak
ers, seven were from South Georgia—one
from your own city. Tho following is a
copy of the programme:
B. P. Allen, Oxford, Ga.—“William the-
Silent.’'
B. H. Biggers, Columbus, Ga.—“Indi
viduality.”
E. W. Burke, Macon, Ga.—“Puritan
ism.”
M. Callaway, Jr., Oxford, Ga.—“The
Shakspeare-Bacou Controversy.”
If. S. Hyer, Oxford, Ga.—“Norman and
Saxon.”
L. C. Johnson, Twiggs Co., Ga.—“The
nf T?Dnn1tliDAn Tnetihitinna **
Spirit of Republican Institutions.
P. H. Lovett, Waynesboro, Ga.—“Herb
Worebip.” /
O. G. MingledorfiJ Springfield, Ga.-—
“Vaticanism and English Civil Allegi-
anco.”
J. D. Turner, Hartwell, Ga.—“Age of
Chivalry.”
J. B. Wight, Cairo, Ga,—“Mental Cul
ture.”
O. J. Wimberly, Lumpkin, Ga.—“Rus
sian Nihilism.”
W. P. Woolley, Atlanta, Ga.—“Benja
min Disraeli. Earl of Beaconsfield.”
At the close ofthe Junior speeches Capt.
Robert Falligant delivered the prizes to
the two Sophomore speakers of Monday,
to whom they had besn awarded by the
committee. The first was given to H. C.
Carney, of Tampa, Florida, the secoud to
F. A. Chamberlin, of Atlanta. The medal
for the best Junior weaker was awarded
to R. S. Hyer, of Oxford, Ga- Tbe ad
dress of Capt. Falligant was the best I
ever heard on a similar occasion. It was
replete with good sense, fine logic, wit
ty and appropriate illustrations ; although
he spoke about thirty minutes everybody
was so delighted they were sorry when he-
quit. I never have semi an audience more
delighted.
At 4 o’clock p. m., Rev. W. H. LaPrade,
of Augusta, delivered an address to the
alumni of tbe institution. It was a short,
sensible speech, setting forth some of the
errors of the common school system, and
Literary Workmanship.
Cobbett’s advice, “to know first what
yon want to say, ai>4 then say it in the
first words that occur to you,” is sound;
and Miss Martineau, in her copious autobi
ography, tells us that early in her career she
gave up the practice of copying anything
she wrote. “For,” she goes on to say,
“I perceive that great mischief arises
from the notion that botching in. the sec
ond place will compensate for careless
ness in the first-” “It seemed to me that
distinctness and precision must be lost if
alterations.were made in a different state
of mind from that which suggested the
first utterance.” “1 have always made
sure of what I meant to-say, and then
have written it down without care and
anxiety, glancing at it again, only to see
if any words were omitted or repeated,
and not altering a single phrase.”
“Ouida,” it would appear, is of the
same opinion. Site writes with great ra
pidity just when tbe fit takes her, not evea
looking at her copy till It comes to her in
proof, and even then makes few correc
tions. Bret Harte, like her, writes only
when he feck in the mood, but witii most
pains^king care, sometimes inditing very
quickly, sometimes slowly, aud often, at-
ter all, remorselessly destroying wliat he
has written, Wilkie Collins produces
slowly and revises constantly, inventing
bjs plots as rapidly. He 1(1] 1 go over a
passage again and again, bestowing equal
care on the sound and meaning, and re
duces his incidents mercilessly.
Yietor Hugo is never interrupted when
writing, and will sit completely absorbed
for hours, keeping steadily on, while he is
in the'bnmor. Miss Br.uldon writes only
for a few hours daily, but devotes her life
to acquiring the technical knowledge nec
essary for so voluminous a-writer, and her
subject is clearly thought out before pen
is put to paper. She writes with her blot
ting-pad^ on her knee,, comfortably en
sconced in the chair she loves, her eopy
very cfnr and free from con ections, and.
has ahrays’W good store of skeleton plots
on. hand.
Miss Edgeworth’s plan was to write a
rough sketch, which, she placed before
her father, and then wrote and re-wrote it
until both were satisfied. Mrs. Opie
wrote slowly, but with great mental effort,
and invariably read her compositions to
friends before committing them to print.
Charlotte Bronte’s manuscripts were first
written in a small book and then carefully
copied, according to the poet Rogers’ plau,
who- advised to write- little and seldom,
re-reading it from time-to time and re
copying often.
French writers, as a rule, devote each
morning to their labors and- take a holi
day the rest of the day, sometimes resum
ing tlieir work in the evening, and many
of our English writers have a strong pred
ilection for the midnight oil. Jbwett re-
suggesting such modifications as would | commends daily labors of- short duration;
make it efficient in the true education of • and attention to diet and rules of health
thepeople. . . | have, there is little doubt,
To-morrow will be commencement day, j power over the inspiration of the penu
and a large crowd will be in attendance. Jules Simon, CMlisie-, Gladstone, Ruskin
A full report of the day will follow this
short letter. B.
EATONTON FEMALE COLLEGE.
Eatonton, June 29,1SS9.
It seems that in writing, yesterday,
made a mistake about the' nature
of the exercises for last night. In
stead of a class recitation, it was the exer
cises of “Our Club.” However, judging
from tbe numbers, tbe people knew what
to expect and how to appreciate the beau
tiful programme which the young ladies
had prepared for their benefit. A large
and expectant audience filled the academy
hall al an early hour, so that those who
came late were unable to secure seats;
and were compelled to stand through tho
entire exercises.
The dub was called to order by its su
perintendent, Miss Josephine I. Light-
foot, of Macon, Ga., and the roll calico by
its beautiful secretary, Miss Naddic Bar
ron, of Jones county. The order of busi
ness for the evening was reading and reci
tations from the members of the organi
zation. It would be improper for me to
particularize, since all acquitted them
selves so well. Indeed remarkable tal
ent was shown by some of the fair read
ers; talent which, if properly cultivated,
will challenge that of our best profession
als. Among the difficult selections were
“Kentucky Relle,” “The World for Sale,”
and “Deacon Monroe’s Story,” all of
which were so well rendered that the au-
and hosts of others, are- early risers, and
show by practice their belief that the
morning hoars, in- which they, are freshest
aud strongest, both in mind and
body, should be devoted to work. But
the conditions- under which- writers can
produce their work most largely depend
on constitution and personal feeling.
While Vietor Hugo couid. not be dis
turbed, Paul-deCassagnac-will send forth
sheet after sheet in the midst of chattering
of friends, with the same power of mental
concentration as Sir Waiter Scott, who
appears to have written some of the most
vivid scenes in hk novels, not only- in the
midst of overburdening anxieties, but amid
distracting interruptions.
While Gambetta writes with only a
sheet of paper before- him, no fitter of
pamphleU, and no apparent work of ref
erence, Thiers used to sit surrounded by
books; and Dtunas keeps about him on a
writing table, with many pigeon-holes, a
store of all kind of tempting paper—deem
ing nothing so appetizing as fine paper.
Sardou sits at a large fiat table, as does
Carlyle, with a reading easel near at
hand; and Wilkie Collins uses the same
massive table whence Dickens sent so
many of hk works into the world. Lite
rary women of the Jeliaby class are rare,
and literary men no longer think that per
sonal eccentricity must distinguish them
from the rest ofthe world. The most suc
cessful and ties busiest writers are of ordi
nary habits, for to succeed in a prolonged
dieuce was not onlv pleased but surprised of literary labor require not only
at the exhibition of so much genius. Mr. constant hard work, but method. Com
Branham gives elocution much care and
attention, and liis scholars certainly bear
the impress of his tutelage.
After these exercises were over, Mr.
Charles Lane, principal of the Male Acad
emy, was introduced in a lecture upon the
“Boyhood of Napoleon Bonaparte.” Mr.
Lane handled his subject well,'and, in his
usual pleasing and elegant style, wrought
hk theme in such delightful shapes, so
full of deep thought and erudition, that
he held his audience spell-bound with
pleasure, which manifested itself at the
close in loud Cheers and applause.
The programme was concluded by Miss
Lightfoot, who, as presiding officer of
“Our Club,” in a abort bat elegant ad
dress, delivered to the graduating mem-
monrlace books filled with extracts, an
notated works carefully perused, codified
and indexed for reference; current history
understood and studied—these are only
part of their stock-in-trade. Nothing is
of more value to a literary man than
a good memory. Sir George A trey
and Carlyle are among the few
who possess the enviable power of making
what they read their own. The pen of a
ready writer k the next best gift, and won
derful feats aro recorded of rapid author
ship. Harrison Ainsworth is said to have
written off the fourth book of “Rook-
wood” at a sitting, beginning in tbe
morning and writing on and set, carried
away by the subject.
—Now that a view of the Brooklyn
bridge from Printing House square k an
aeoomplkbed feet, the Herald says some
idea can be gained of the immense
amount of labor and material already ex-
oollega in the South, so thorough hw pended cn the structure.
