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JOURNAL AND MESSENGER.
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GEORGIA TEL APH BUILDING
ESTABLISHED 1826.
MACON, FRIDAY. OCTOBER 28, 1881.
VOLUME LV-NO. 43
The Kind of • Hoeebnd She Is.
Pm an only daughter young
A spit curl and frizzes young girl.
A languishing, n11 Powdery and
painty, , ,
Sit np at 11 young girl.
I’m a would-be icathetio young girl,
A doto on the arts young girl,
A poet in embryo, don't know a thing yon
know,
All on the surfaoe young girl.
Tm a novel-reading young girl.
A lie awake until 3 young girl,
A romantic, half-crazy, but terrible lazy,
Let ma-do the work young girl
I’m a look-out for a catch young girl,
A snatch ’em up quiok young girl,
A hrlfdo the proposing, and bag ’em when
dozing,
Hold on to your gamo young girl.
—[Brooklyn Eagle.
A VERY MODERN ROMANCE.
May Ctb, 1880.—I am neither nervous
nor hysterical, bat at this moment I am
sorry that I have mislaid my smelling-
salts. A man—a young man—said to be
good-looking—has been admitted here into
this house, and is actually unpacking his
portmanteau in the room over my bead!
And this is & boarding-house lor girl stu
dents; and lie has been admitted by Mrs.
Williams, cur landlady and my old friend!
1 am afraid that I shall sleep badly to
night; and I hare five chapters of Roman
history to prepare for my class to-morrow.
It was Jane who said he was good-look
ing; she took his poitmanteau in from the
cab. Is this a matter on which Jane is
competent to give an opinion?
May 7th—I did sleep badly; and my
analysis of the motives which led Caesar
to attempt the conquest of the Britons
was not so clear as l could have wished
it to be. But I am better now, for I have
heard the whole story. The gentleman,
whose arrival and admittance into this
bouse lost night produced in me, and in
deed in all of us, such an extreme degree
of astonishment, Is Mr. Arthur Lindsay.
It seems that he has known Mrs. Williams
ever since he was a boy at school; and she
says that she feels like a mother to bim.
She is In the babit ot saying that she feels
like a mother to us girls; but tbat is a dif
ferent tbiug. I have known several young;
gentlemen since they were boys at school
but 1 don’t feel like a mother to them,
and I am suro they don’t feel like sons to
me.
We heard all about it—I should say
“him”—at breakfast this morning. Mrs.
Williams was first down as usual, and
Lola Brown was down last a3 usual; and
Mrs. Williams bad to begin again to please
her. (If Lola wouldn’t He iu bed so long
in the morning we slionld be better
friends.) Mrs. Williams says that Mr.
Lindsey arrived here at 10:30 o’clock last
night from the East ludia Docks, having
come straight from the ship Wellington
(a good subject for an essay for my class
—“Tbo Tactics of Wellington and the
Tactics of Wolseioy,") of which ho Is First
Lieutenant. He lived with Mrs. Williams
and her husband six years ago, before he
went to tea; and arriving in Londou,hers
was the first house he thought of. He
knew nothing ot the change that had
come over her establishment; that is to say
he knew nothing of us. We are the
“change.” There wero no female students
when Mr. Lindsey boarded with Mrs.
Williams. Mr. Lindsey was astonished
to hear of u<; we were astonished to bear
of Mr. Lindsy.
When Mr. Arthur Lindsey said tbat be
had come to stay with Mrs. Williams, Mrs.
Williams said that it was impossible. She
explained to him the situation. She said
that she received now only lady boarders,
except one, who was a lady tutor, were
all of them students of Queen Anne’s
College; that all of them were pretty (she
told us she said “all;”) and that she was
certain neither the parents of the girls
nor the Principal of the college would be
at all pleased to know tbat she bad ad
mitted a gentleman as apermanent board
er among them. Lola Brown asked what
color Mr. Lindsey’s hair was; and I asked
Lola Brown if she had finished her French
exercise.
Mrs. William resuming after this Inter
ruption, said Mr. Lindsey caught at the
word “permanent” almost before it was
out of her month, and .said, “Ob, but I
shan’t be ‘permanent,’ I have only two
months leave; in nine weeks I must be
ou board again! Do take me Id, dear
Mrs. Williams, for nine weeks. I need
see nothing of the ladies, and they need
see nothing of me; and what could possibly
happen in nine weeks?”
Etbel Austin demurred to the first part
of the last sentence; and Lola Brown said
tbat “a great deal” could happen in nine
weeks. Sho said that her Aunt Sarah
bad married her Uncle George in six
weeks, and separated from bim in three.
Lucy Fair said that Lola’s aunt Sarah
and uncle George ought to have known
better; and Lola asked Lucy, rather irrel
evantly, as I thought, whether her grand
mother was still alive.
“Tbe end of It all was, dears,” said Mrs
Williams, “that I have consented to take
bim in. You see it is only for nine weeks
after all, and I have always felt like a
mother to bim. He will have tbe little
bedroom at the top of tbe bouse, and wlli
use the small library for a sitting-room.
He will take bis meals alone and will be
in hardly at all during the day. I shall
have a wire-blind Listened across tbe
window of the study which overlooks tbe
little room, and you bad better, I think,
say nothing about Mr. Lludsey at tbe
college.”
Mrs. Williams says Mr. Lindsey is bet
ter looking than when be went away.
May 11th—Ought I to tell Miss Grindle?
Miss Grindle, as Principal of the college,
and rcspoiisiblcHo soma extent for tbo
surroundings of tbe students, not only in
class, bat at home, would, I am afraid,
object peremptorily and decidedly to Mrs.
Williams’ new boarder. She would take
it as no excuse that Mrs. Williams bad
kuown Mr. Lindsey “since be was a boy,”
and was prepared to vouch for the gentle-
manliness of his conduct at all times and
in all places. Indeed, I am not at all
sure that she would not decline to listen
to any reasoning on the subject, but would
bring manors to a head at once, and give
Mrs. Williams the alternative of losing or
retaining the girls and myself, and, with
us, her lucrative connection with tbe
college, by losing or retaining Mr. Arthur
J.uiilsey. Hut is there, iu actual fact, so
far as I myself can see, any dauger to be
apprehended from this gentleman’s re
maiulug nine weeks among us? I do not
know. To be sure, Mr. Lludsey himself,
expecting a negative answer, asked: “What
could possibly happen in nine weeks?”
but I can't help rememberingLola Brown’s
reply about all the ill-considered union
of her ridiculous aunt Sarah and uncle
George. Let me think, now, who are
here, and what quantity of possible self
control and proper feminine dlguity there
is contained among us.
I, Susan Flinn, aged twenty-five, lady
professor of mathematics and ancient his
tory, and tolerably good-looking, am cer-
taiuly safe. Miss Grindle has nothing to
fear from me.
Mary Meryon, aged twenty-three, stu
dent of Queen Anne’s College—pretty iu
e quiet way, hard-working, undemonstra
tive, and Reserved—is also, I think, per
fectly safe. Oh yes, yes, dear Mary is
safe. She told me herself tbat tbe ma
jority of tbe gentlemen she bad met are
not attracted to her, and tbat she herself
uses no art to attract them. She says she
wrapper
believe her. No, if there is trouble iu this
bouse it will not be with Mary.
Ethel Austin, student, aged nineteen.
Etbel is a nice, pretty, and attractive, but
also a good girl. Etbel says herself tbat
she “likes fun;” and I know tbat her boy
cousins never think tbat their holidays
have really begun until she has joined
them. But Etbel la not at all free with
strangers, and would, I am convinced, do
nothing clandestinely. Any man who
meets her must like Ethel; but If lie In
tends love-making be must be open and
honest about It. But she is suspeptable;
I am a little fearful for Ethel. Iwill keep
near to Ethel.
Lola Brown, student, aged seventeen.
Lola’s a little rogue. She would flirt with
any one. I am not sure that she does
not still keep up a kiud of secret corres
pondence with a male cousin who has
been forbidden her father’s house; and
she shocked me once in church by whis
pering tbat tbe curate, a most exem
plary young man, as I believe, was mak
ing eyes at her all through the sermon.
It is quite likely that Lola was making
eyea at the curate; but, from the manner
iu which be bad several times spoken to
me in Sunday school, I suspect the curate
of more taste and propriety than to make
eyes at her. Lola is most certainly to be
feared. She told Mrs. Williams once at
dinner tbat she would marry any oue
over fifteen; and the way in which she
uses those wicked blue eyes of hers when
ever we are out walking gives me reason
to be thankful tbat I am not her mother.
I had to dapri ve her of her class in Sun
day school after tbe first day’s leaching;
for she discarded tbe parable of the Prod
igal Son, which was ‘the subject of the
lesson, and kept tbe little boys in tits of
laughter with one of ber absurd stories
about two cats called Romeo and
Juliet, which belonged to her aunt Sarah.
Should there bo any reason to regret the
admission of Mr. Arthur Lindsey Into
this bouse, I fear tbat it will be iu great
part provided by .Lola Brown.
Nevertheless, I will not tell Miss Grin
dle; at least not yet. Nine weeks will
soon pass, and I will keep near to Ethel
and watch Lola.
May 13th—It js a week to-day since
Mr. Lindsey came into the bouse, and
nothing has transpired to induce mo to
alter my resolution of not acquainting
Miss Grindle with tbe circumstance. We
have noue of us seen bim. Lola does
not disguise her impatience, but I lose no
opportunity of reproving her.
May 15th—Lola Brown, as fate or ber
own determination would bavo it, has
beeu tbe first of us to see Mr. Arthur
Lindsey. She met him on the stairs when
coming down, more late than ever, to
breakfast this morning. Etbel questioned
ber eagerly, and she vouchsafed the fol
lowing description: “Light hair, 5 feet
10 inches, and jolly, I tell you.” At din
ner this evening Lola appeared in a new
necktie of extravagant color, which she was
bold enough to tell Mrs. Williams was
hor “war color.” To us in private she
makes no scruples of her intention to “go
for” our gentleman boarder. Mrs. Wil
liams and I took ber apart privately and
reasoned with her. We showed her
what was due to herself as a young lady
of name, position, and tender years; to the
great college of which she was a student,
to Mrs. Williams’ establishment, which
for tbe time being, was her home, and to
Mr. Lindsey, whose affections were, per
haps, engaged elsewhere, or who might
be a gentleman easy to be ensnared by
girlish wiles. We urged her to think of
her aged grandmother (her nearest living
relative, alas!) and of the unfortunate
nuptials of her aunt Sarah. She seemed
touched, and promised to put away the
flaming nock-handkerchief. But we.bad
no sooner ended than she ran to the win
dow, and looked down the street after Dr.
Dicks, who lives opposite, and whom she.
declares to be in love with her. I asked
her where was ber modesty, for this gen
tleman has gray hairs and seven children.
May 22d—Yesterday for the first time
since his arrival, Mr. Lindsey made one
at our little 0 o’clock dinner party. The
arrangement agreed upon on the night of
his coming was that, whenever he did not
dino away, he should be served by Jane
in the little library, which, when at home,
he uses as a sitting-room. Breakfast be
takes after us, for ho is generally a late
riser, and he is seldom at home at our
iuncb hour in the middle of tbe day. But
yesterday it chauced tbat he came in un
expectedly white we were at dinner, want
ing his own dinner in a burry; and Mrs.
Williams, hardly thinking, as she after
wards said, what she was doing, mado a
hasty and smiling apology to us, that she
had “known Mr. Liudsey since ho was a
boy,” and told Jane to request him to
step down and take dinner with us. He
came at once, and was seated next to
Lona, who said after dinner that she
“would give three weeks’ pocket money
to have bad on her atmbetic dress—pale
green with blue spots.” Mr. Lindsey was
introduced to us all, and there was a
momentary confuslou occasioned by our
rising to bow to him. Mr. Lindsey said
some polite commonplaces in a pleasant
genial manner, and turned to talk with
Lola, between whom and himselt, he
said, there had already been an informal
introduction iu auother place. By and by
the conversation became general, and I
endeavored to obtain an opinion from'Mr.
Lindsey on the relative merits of the an
cient aud modern methods of naval war
fare. His acquaintance with the battles
of antiquity seemed, I must say, a little
imperfect, and he was less interested by
my accounL of the part played by tbe
Persian fleet in tbe battle of Tbermoyplic
than by Lola’s relation of an engagement
with washtubs, in which she, her brother
Tom, aud her cousin Edward had once
taken part on a pond at the bottom of ber
father’s garden. Mr. Lindsey seemed al
most entirely engrossed with Lola. Mary
Meryon took the very smallest part in the
conversation, and did not once address
herself to Mr. Lindsey. But I noticed
that he looked at her several tunes, aud
handed her the bread twice.
May 25—During the geography lecture
at college to-day, Lola Brown, being ask
ed the height ol tbo Chimborazo Moun
tains, replied promptly, “five feet ten!”
May 29—Mr. Lindsey has dined with
us twice since bis first appearance at our
dinner-table. He makes himself agreeable
to.each of us in turn; and in this, I think,
s hows both breeding and sense. Lola in*
sisls on it tbat he gives signs ot being, as
she vulgarly puls it, “gone upon” her; but
beyond his seeming to bo always very
much amused by her stories, I do not see
that sho has reason ror claiming partiality
in his conduct to her. He aud I get ou
most pleasantly, and ho haa borrowed my
Grecian history to gain a clearer insight
into the proceedings of the Persian and
Grecian fleets at the battle of Thermopylae.
I am sure there is not tbe least necessity
lor me to speak to Miss Griadle.
May 80th—I am amused by Mary. She
sticks as closely to her books as ever she
did, and seems.as determined as always to
secure a high place at midsummer. But
away from lessons she Is never t’red of
bantering Ethel aud Lola on the subject
of Mr. Lindsey. Ethel doesn’t like it,
because she docs like Mr. Lindsey—at
least I think so—and she is, I feel sure,
one of those girls who would never suffer
an affair of tne aflectious, however slight
to become a subject oi badinage. Lola
ou tbe other hand, is delighted, and adds
suggestions of her own to Mary’s, which
would give matters a serious color, if one
concerned. But I must talk to Lona talk with me, and he seemed at his best
a-ram* fnr t An ttuMr o-.t in —.o. - last night, when we talked uninterrupted
ly alone. May be that, while he enjoys
a laugh with Lola, he finds a higher en
joyment in rational and intellectual con
versation? There is a point ia the charac
ter of Leonidas I think I could make
more clear to him. I should like to pur
sue the subject. I will lend him the
history of Greece again. It would be a
pity that he should go yet. I will not
speak to Miss Grindle—at least not till I
have explained to him tbat point in tbe
character of Leonidas.
June 26—It is nine hours since the cere
mony was finished; bat my hand still
trembles while I write that Mr. Lindsey
was married this morning, in the presence
of Mr. aud N Mrs. Williams, to—Mary
Meryon! ■.
Lola was right; Mary is deep. For—
surprise on the top of surprise—this turns
out to be not a six weeks’ love-match, but
tbe completion of an affair of seven years’
standing. They were engaged before
ever he went to sea; and he came horo
never knowing whom he was to find; and
they knew each other the moment they
met, when he entered the room, that night
ho first dined with us! Nay, she knew
him before, when his name was told us
by Mrs. Williams. Yet not a word to
any of us from cither of them. Joking
witR Lola, tender with Ethel, earnest
with me about Thermopylae; and Mary
silent all tho while, eager only to finish
her English essay. And not evon to ask
us to the wedding! but perhaps that was
kind. Mrs. Williams, toe, only to be told
last night, when wanted, with Mr. Wil
liams, to be present as a witness at the
ceremony! Mary, who kept her own
counsel, and when she did speak, only
jested with Ethel and Bona, balancing
their chances of success, giving herself
tho humble rolo of look-on—Mary is at
this moment Mrs. Arthur Lindsey.
I believe I was first to offer my congrat
ulations, and that I offered them with
becoming heartiness. Little Ethel fol
lowed me, and if the task was anything
of a hard oue to her, her manner did not
show it.
Mts. Williams has succumbed to excite
ment and neuralgia. Mr. Williams sits
In tho lower regions, chuckling frequently;
aud, under tbe stimulating influence of
tobacco, becomes communlcativo to Jane
on the subject of his own engagement to
Mrs. Williams.
Jane, prophetic after the event, takes
credit to herself for having long ago as
sured every one that “this was what it
was a-coming to.”
Lola—foolish little Lola—has locked
herself into her bedroom, and is making
strange noises with the furniture upon
the floor, x have tried to reason with
her from the other side of the door, but
she only answers through the keyhole, be
tween her sobs, that “She knew Mary was
deep.”
1 am afraid 4 my sleep will be brqjcen
again to-night, and (as happened, I think,
ou the evening I made my first entry on
tills matter) I have to prepare for my
Grecian history class to-morrow; and I
have mislaid my smelling-salts again.
again; for I do not think that, in such I
matter as this, event jesting should be
carried too far. Of the three girls, Mary
alone seems to bo the least fluttered by tbe
entiy ot this male bird into our little dove
cot. Lola says that Mary is “deep;” but
I belieye she is merely indifferent. Mary
and I, when alone, never talk of Mr. Lind
sey. But, tlion, we have always so many
other things to talk about.
June 6th—Mr. Lindsey is now a regular
attendant at our family table in tbe even
ing. At first be made excuses—as tbat
he wanted dinner in a hurry, and the like,
but he now obeys tho bell as punctually
as any one of us, aud no longer thinks it
necessary to oiler an explanation or « x-
cuse for his appearance. I am bound to
say that neither explanation nor excuse is
looked for. I take a curious interest in
noting bis manner of addressing us. He
talks to me as he talks to Mrs. Williams,
quite without hesitation or circumlocu
tion, aud generally commences with a
question. Mary and he, when they talk,
are almost'invariably engaged in a brisk
wordy duel. They spar continually, and
only stop short of downright hostilities.
But I observe that he defers to her, aud
generally manages to coma off worst iu
their rhetorical encounters. Also I notice
that Mary does not seem to ba more ex
cited in talking to him tbau whou she
argues with any of us. To Lola, Mr.
Lindsey speaks with more than confidence.
His manner to her is buoyant, gay, and
almost presumptuous. He addresses her
as I could fancy bin addressing a bosom
friend ot his own sex. All his lokes are
directed at her, and be spares no pains in
trying to draw her out, that he may see
her at her gayest. When he speaks to
Ethel it is in a softer aud gentler tone, aud
his whole manner seems changed. Sbe
also watches his conversation closely, aud
brightens sensibly when it is addressed to
her. But her responses, though cordial,
have always in them something of re
serve.
June Stli—Lola is really too foolish.
In tho study this afternoon I picked up a
“lece of paper that bad fallen from her
lotting-pad, on which she had been
making a variety of calculations relative
to the cost of famishing houses, and in
one comer were some pencil memoranda,
among them being one to the effect that,
“deal-topped tables, with mahogany legs,
would do very well for the first year.” I
am told also that she has secreted in her
bed-room a copy of tho “House Register, 1
and has set a pencil-mark against an ad
vertisement of “a small unfurnished house,
in a surbuiban district, suitablo for
oung married couple.” Sho says she
rought away the paper from her aunt
Sarah with {whom she took tea a few
nights ago. For myself I do not at all
approve of a young girl’s visiting a relative
who was separated from her husband iu
three weeks.
June 14—1 do really begin to fear tbat
matters iu this bouse are assuming a some
what serious complexion. Mr. Lindsey
now makes a point of attending every
meal; and Lola says she should be ill if
be were to miss dinner. I have hadtoget
Mrs. Williams to speak again to Lola;
but I can not ask her to speak to any one
else, although a word of counsel and ad
vise is, I fear needed elsewhere. Less
work is got through in the study than was
being douo a fortnight ago, although we
are a fortnight nearer to tbe examinations.
Why is It that, within the last few days,
Mary seems to have avoided me, white
she and Lola have more than once been
on tho verge of an open quarrel? Etbel
does not look at all well, aud her usually
sweet disposition lias undergone a visible
change. Mr. Lindsey has taken to fre
quenting the study, and has met Ethel
and Lola more than once in their alter-
noon walks. If he really has a preference
for any one of them,' why does he not
avow it? But he is attentive to each, and,
so far as one may fudge, to none more
than another. Yesterday, just as I enter
ed, be left the study, in which I found
Mary alone. Mrs. Williams and I have
spoken together, and both agree tbat it is
well his leave will expire in two weeks.
Still, there has been, so' far as I and Mrs.
Williams have seen, nothing that could
be called love-making; but though wc
have discovered no cause, the effects are
unmistakable. Mrs. Williams will not
sp?ak to Mr. Lindsey without positive
reason of complaint, but ought not 1 apeak
to Miss Grindle?
June 19—To-day Mr. Lindsey nas taken
Ethel and Lola on a visit of inspection to
his ship Wellington. It had been arrang
ed that wc should all go, but an unexpect
ed engagement with my class detained
me, and Mrs. Williams, (who, however,
very unwisely, as I thought, was unwill
ing to let tbe visit be postponed) was con
fined to her room with a severe attack of
neuralgia, a complaint from wbicb, I am
son y to say, sbe is a constant sufferer. At
tbe last moment Mary excussed herself
ou tbe ground tbat she was la'e with her
English essay. When Lola heard or
Mary’s refusal she made use of a slang ex
pression which her brother Charlie is in
the habit of employing when skeptically
inclined toward anytbiog tbat is told bim.
Sbe ejaculated “Walker! ’
June 20—Lola, after coming home,
told mo that sbe managed to get separa
ted from the others on board the ship, and
tbat while she was lost among “fore
castles and binnacles and things” Ethel
aud Mr. Liudsey were alone together for
an hour.
June 21—I will tell Miss Grindle to-
morrow. A sccue occurred here this even
ing which spoke for itselt that the present
state of things ought not to continue.
Ethel had said at breakfast that she was
going with a friend of her mother’s to a
concert at St. James’ Hall in the evening;
and accordingly, at dinner, Mr. Lindsey
appeared with a handful of hothouse flow
ers, which ho begged to be allowed to
make into a bouquet for ber. Ethel had
hardly said, with a smile and a blush,
tbat she would be very pleased to accept
them, when Lola, withont a word of
warning, got up quickly from the table,
and ran out of tbe room. Ethel took tbe
flowers and went to tbe concert—Mr.
Lludsey complimenting her ou her appear
ance as he handed her into a hansom.
Going iu search of Lola, I found her in
her room sitting In a low chair, with her
heels on tbo dressing-table, sobbing
violently. I ought to have scolded ner,
and did make the attempt, but she cried
so passionately that I was first obliged
to comfort her and dry her teara. By
way of rousing her, I told ber of an en
gagement she had made with her aunt
Sarah for that evening, but she entirely
reiused to go out, and was disrespectful
enough to speak of her aunt Sarah as an
“old fool.” It was late before I had
brought hc-r to a reasonable frame ‘ of
mind. Yes, I will certainly tell Miss
Grindle to-morrow.
June 22—1 bad no sooner left Lola last
evening, and returned to tbe study, than
Mr. Lindsey came to give me back tbe
history of Greece I bad lent him. He
staid for balf an hour, and we talked tbe
whole time about tbe battle of Thermo-
pylon He seemed to bo more adlmated,ear
nest and interested than I had seen him be
fore, aud gave a most intelligent opinion
on tbe conductor Leonidas iu tbat memo
rial engagement. Ou going away we
shook hands, and he said that it was a
gtnuine pleasure for him to talk on any
subject with one whose mind was well
informed and impressionable.
1 thought of this after be bad gone, for
—- - o ---- —-- — , he seemed in what he bad said to hare
could be persuaded to see a shade of tbe j let a new light In upon hlsown character,
serious in aoything in which Lona was • He has always shown bim&lf pleased to
A Western Obituary.
Apparently by Marie Twain, in the Atlantic
Monthly.
He Is gone. Yes, he is gone, but wc
have his obituary. He lived out towards
the rear of a Western State; and there
also be died. That is enough about
him—let us wave him aside; our fight is
with the obituary. I think it contains
rhetorical blemishes. Thus it begins:
“While yet ou the threshold of anima
ted strlic, and no unkind visions con
fronted him on lifo’s journey, overtaken
by tbe still voice of the tomb, he respond
ed by enlisting in tbe great army of tbo
unreturning past.”
I do not think these ingredients are
mixed properly. If there was a fight, and
the fight was in the house, “threshold”
goes passably with “animated strife,” but
not otherwise. But I do not think there
was a fight at that time; he did not “enl'&t”
until later, when he was on a journey and
was overtaken by tbe still voice of the
tomb. His mistake lay in “responding ;”
be could have let on that he did not hear,
since it was a still voice.
“But thus it is; whon the lamp of life
shines brightest, its extinguishment pro
duces thickest darkness.”
He had his lantern with him; therefore
ho could Iisvo been nothing but a scout,
sent out to hunt up tbe enemy. I think
it possible that there was no fight.
“Life, at best, is but an exiled wander
ing pilgrim on a desert island, surrounded
by the bouudless and merciless sea of
eternity, on whose barren coast inevitable
death awaits on every side its victim una
wares.”
Starved to death on an island, and prob
ably drowned, Into tbe bargain—“una
wares.” Life is full of troubles.
“Ere yet (lie fruits of manhood’s laurel
bad ripened on his brow, he laid himself
to rest in communion with the dead.”
There is no reasonable fault to be found
with with his not waiting for the crop; for
even if the laurel yielded a berry—which
it does not—it would not ripen on a per
son’s brow.
“Ere yet tbe shadows of disappointed
hope darkened the horizon of a dawning
future, he reclined on his lowly couch to
mingle with the cold and forgotten dust.”
I do not like tins. A person does not
travel with a couch and a lantern, too, in
such a place as that. And why “cold”
dust? Is the warm kind preferable? And
did this man lie down and cover up and
peter out in the natural way, after all?
There are many perplexing difficulties
about Hits history.
“During many long years, with that
filial affection which makes a child loved
by its parents, and respected by its neigh
bors, he has proven a husband, lather, sou
ami brother.”
Filial affection does not “prove” any
thing. The official records of the county
will show whether he was a lather,
mother, brother and sister or not, but
filial affection is no sufficient evidence of
mere abstract pretensions like these.
“For bis folks be lived.”
Tbat is all right—let that pass; the ob
ject of this inquiry is what he died for—
that, and which thing it was killed him
the most.
“But now that the thunderbolt of
heaven has fallen upon tho hearthstone
of their family circle”—
Why, good land, lio was struck by
lightning 1 Take it all round this was
one of tbe most checkered death-beds
tbat has ever come under my observa
tion. Destroyed In fight, frost-bitten,
starved, drowned, squelched in tbe tran
quil couch, splintered by the bolts of
heaven—It is little wonder tbat he faded
from our vie w !
“It may not, perchance, hare been giv
en bim to climb the dizzy heights of
statesmanship, where Bacon and Burke
were so'often heard, or fathom deeply the
tbe bosom of science, where Huxley aud
Tyndall stroll with familiar step.”
The nautical phrase is misplaced there;
one does not fathom a bosom. Neither
do any but tbe most reckless people go
tramping around in sucu a place.
“But he is gone. He sleeps his long,
last sleep, unconscious of the night winds
that chant the requiem o’er his grave, or
the vesper breezes tbat play among tbe
lonesome pine, making music as though
each bough played tbe strings ot Apollo’s
golden ban>.”
Very well, that Is all square and right.
And all to bis advantage, too, bat ha
missed his obituary. . *:
Tins JV.fi IF VANItBUBIVT MAX-
8IOX9.
Palaee* Covered with Csrrles mad a
Viable Htted wills Carpel*.
from Xno York Sun.
Tbe palxuMs tbat are .building for the
Vanderbilts along Fifth avenue, between
Fifty-first aud Fifty-eighth streets, do not
appear to be much nearer completion than
they were a year ago, but tbat is because
so much work has been required upon
them that twelve months of steady appli
cation by the workmen has altered tbeir
external appearance but little. Cornelius
Vanderbilt’s magnificent stable in Fifty-
eigbtb street, near Madison avenue, is fin
ished and in use. It breaks a loug block
of haudsome residences. Although tbe
interior is like a gorgeous temple in which
tbe galleries are used aa hay lofts, and
the stalls are where the best pews might
have been, tbe front is the front of a
stable.. Soft, fringed curtains and stained
glass panes darken tbe stablemen’s apart
ments on the second story, and above^re
Luge terra cotta figures by Kemeys, tbe
Parisian sculptor. Tbe huge head of tlie
Siberian bloodhound is in tlie centre, and
the mastiff and bulldog eye it from tbe
sides. Five magnificent hones were
brought to tbe stable yesterday morning
and the workmen paving tbe street in
front of tbe building informed the Bun's
reporter tbat they reached tbeir stalls upon
strips of carpet laid to protect tbe newJy
varnished floor.
On the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fif
ty-seventh street is.Cornelius Vanderbilt’s
mansion of carved marble. A dozen sculp,
tors aro yet at work carving tbe floral or
naments and figures tbat almost covertbo
exterior walls. As soon as the little con
servatory of iron and glass in tho rear is
finished, the substantial marble railing
around the house is all in place, the win
dows and doors aro put in, and tbe «arr-
ers have done what little remains of their
work, the exterior will be completed. In
the great rooms that can be seen from the
street are piles of bricks, tiers of barrels
ami stacks of lumber. The fire-proof
floors and ceilings aro nearly completed.
Yesterday the workmen were slowly set
ting a flagstone twenty-two feet long and
fifteen and a half feet wide in front of tbe
main entrance on Fifty-seventh street. No
sucli flag-tone, except the one in front of
William H. Vanderbilt’s mansion, was
ever qaanied in this country.
William K. Vanderbilt’s enormous
dwelling on tbe corner of Fifty-second
street and Fifth Avenue is equally far
advanced. The fact that Its style of arch
itecture is “iu the form that marked the
transition between Gothic and Renats
sauce” but feebly characterizes its ap
pearance. It is an immense, tall,. yet
well-proportioned structure, bristling with
gargoyles, turrets, and gables, and littered
over witii grotesque figures and fanciful
pictures in stone. Cats with bowed backs,
dogs with obtrusive vertebra), dimpled
babes, sleepy owls and hideous satyrs
perch on tiuy pinnacles, obtrude from
cornice joints or jut from chimney aides.
High above all the life-size figure of a
sculptor, mallet in baud and wearing his
white apron, sits in dizzy soli ude looking
•town upon this triumph of his art. The
most enjoyable of all the bits of carving,
perhaps because it is nearest to the spec
tator frnm the street, is the panel piece
called “TheEojoymentof Life,” in which
chubby urchins portray the delights of
food aud drink and music under the semi
circular bay window on tbe aide street.
Some of the windows are iu place; the
marble railing, carved like tbe house, is
going up, aud a heap of great boxes snark-
ed “Fragile” and “From Paris,” lying in
the street, suggest what is to oome, but
tbe same heaps of brick and stacks of
barrels, and tbe scaffolds oi tlie
masons tbat are seen in Cornelius Van
derbilt’s bouse show tbat the interior is
yet all confusion.
In tbe Siamese joint that combines tbe
brown stone mansions that are building
for Wo. H. Vanderbilt and his married
daughters, tbe rear and side walls of tbe
corrider that forms tlie entrance to both
bouses present a coating of neutral col
ors with a touch of sold above them that
may be formed of tiles or may be done
with paint. It Is impossible to see it well
from the street, and It is impossible to ap
proach it, because “No Admittance” is
painted up everywhere, and mon are
there to enforce tbe rule. These houses
are further advanced than the others.
Tho window lights are in, big bronze
lamps of ornate design stand in front of
the corridor, brass screens of great strength
and beauty protect the ground floor win
dows, green grass is growiug between tbe
railing and tbe buildings, and a blaze of
gold and tile work in one of the side door
ways gives a hint of how the interior may
look.
feg 111X.FA.VD MAHOXB.
An Irruption of Qualls.
Evening before last, about 4 o’clock, says
tlie Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise, a great
flight of quails suddenly came into the
northern part of town. It was a thing the
like of which has not been seen since tbe
time when tbo Israelites murmured for
meat. Then, as tbe Bible says, “It came
to pass tbat even tho quails came up and
covered tbe camp.” Where tbe quails
came from no oue appears to know, but
the supposition is tbat it was from tbe
mountains to tbe northward of the city.
They are of the large mountain variety,
and are perfect bcfeutles. The fall of these
birds extended from about Sutton avenue,
on North C street, out to tbo Union shaft,
reaching over threo-quarters of a mile of
ground. The birds were apparently ex
hausted by a long flight, as numbers of
them were caught by persons -who went
up to them and placed their hats over
them or took them up In their hands.
Quite a number came down at the rail
road depot, some alighting on the roof of
the passenger depot and others about tbe
platform of tbo freight depot. They
seemed completely bewildered, and iu
places «d into the doors of houses. A
number were caught over about the Ophir
works and out at tbe Uuion shaft; also,
on North C street. At tho freight depot
they caught and caged three fine ones.
In all we have heard of forty-five that
were caught alive. Many were killed,
and many were yesterday scattered about
through tbe town. .
A curious thing is tbat those caught
and caged seem perfectly tame and at
home. Some are of the opinion that tbe
quails were frightened out of tbe moun
tains in some way, but a more probable
solution of the phenomenon is tbat the
birds were migrating southward. It
would seem that a great cumber of flocks
had collected and started south, and, be
coming exhausted by the long flight, felt
in town completely bewildered, aud al
most unable to move.
On tlie strength of this miraculous flight
of quails, some of tbe true believers of
Comstock were out yesterday looking for
manna. They found none, but say it was
doubtless there all the same, had they not
overslept themselves and not commenced
tbe search until the sun bad melted and
dissipated it.
Advice to Irish Axils tors.
Irishmen should define the issue. The
“rale of the foreigner and tbe rapacity of
the landlords” are undoubtedly bad thfn.pi
bnt how are they to be got rid of? you
cannot abolish poverty by resolutions, or
even by eloquent speeohee. What is want
ed is a definite object. Why do not Irish
men unite to secure local self-government
in Ireland, which is reasonable and desira
ble? Continued agitation, without a well-
defined object, only makee the condition of
Ireland worse, became it oansee the with
drawal of capital and interrupts industry
new the Issuer Had Himself Written
tfpasn Here
Lynchburg, Va., October 21.—Gen.
Early’e correspondence with Mabone in
1871 relates to the article in a historical
magazine furnished by Gen. de Feyster,
of New York, but submitted to Gcuoral
Mabone, approved by him and corrected
by his friend, Col. 8. B. French, now a
judge, of Manchester. In this article
Mabone is likened to Van Damme, Earl
Talbot, and Stonewall Jackson, and inju
rious reflections are cast upon General
Early. Mabone told tbe author of tbe
piece that be did not like to fight uuder
Early, that he was always slow, etc. Gen.
Early, on seeing this article,
wrote to Mabone, demandin'
to know whether or not he (SlaJ
hone) was responsible for tbe language
and tbe statements which it contained.
Mabone’s answer, made after borrowing
the magazine to read tbe articles, was
evasive, and was delivered to Gen. Early
two months after his letter by a negro
boy. Gen. Early replied to this at once
in a letter dated May 30,1871, which was
delivered to Mabone • by Maj. John W.
Daniel. Both the parties were then, and
remained for several days subsequently,in
Lynchburg. Gen. Early, alter remarking
upon tbe delay and the uncivil manner of
the delivery of Mahone's answer, charged
tbe latter with Indirection and evasion,and
presses the question before asked: “I sub
mitted to you,” says Gen. Early, “alter
making several quotations from the me
moir to show my right to do so, tbe di
rect inquiry whether it is true tbat tbe
memo'r above mentioned was submitted
to and approved by you before its publica
tion aud whether tlie language attributed
to you therein is yonrs. This is a very
plain and intelligible inquiry, and if
tbe memoir bad not been submitted to
and approved by you, De Feyster had not
told tbe truth; and it he had put lan
guage into your mouth which you bad
not uttered, he was equally guilty of false
hood. Iu this state of the matter there
was but one of two courses for a candid
man to pursue—either to avow or disavow
tlie pretensions of De Feyster. To escape
this dilemma you have resorted to the ex
pedient of all men who embark in a ca
reer of deception; you have undertaken
to equivocate and prevaricate, and, like
all such men, you have signally failed in
your purpose. Your whole answer Is dis
ingenuous and evasive, but sufficient ap
pears to fully convict you of complicity in
tbe procurement and publication of tbe
memoir in question.”
Mabone having said in Ida first letter
that ho had objected to fighting under
Gen. Early, tbe latter says: “To deal
plainly with all this special pleading of
yours, I will say tbat if you mean to
state that, while under my commaud, or
at any other time, you ever saw me delay
or hesitate to fight when occasion offered,
you assert a downright falsehood, as you
also did if you stated that I would ride
up aud down my lines for fifteen or
twenty minutes debating whether or not
to beg'n. If you mean tbat you ever re
coived such information from any respect'
able officer or soldier, I believe you are
guilty of a falsehood in tbat; for tbe
statement was false at all times and under
all circumstances.”
Tbe letter discusses all tbe military op
erations referred to in Mabone’s criticism,
and treata Mabone with great severity of
language. The conclusion of the letter is
especially rough and personal. Gen. Ma
bone, in his answer, notifies Gen. Early
tbat he has directed a republication of tbe
article in the magazine with the proper
corrections made and states that he would
meanwhile withhold his answer to Gen.
Early’s last. Efforts were then urgently
instituted on behalf of Mabone’s friends to
induce Gen. Early to allow the corres
pondence to be withdraw except his first
letter making inquiries as to Mabone’s re
sponsibility for tbe Injurious statements
in the magazine. Col. R. E. Withers and
Gen. Bradley T. Johnson were,after much
reluctance on his part, furnished with his
consent to the temporary disposition of
affairs till the revised article was shown
him. When it sppeared, with a pacific
letter from Mabone, and was found to
have no mention whatever ot Early’s
name, the latter wrote that he had now
no demand, in that particular, as to him
self. He retained tho correspondence and
declined any personal relations with Ma-
Iiono. The latter, it is said, paid for the
amended article as an advertisement.
General Early ridicules the idea of his
seeking a duel with General Mahone, and
says he always knew there was no danger
of that.
PISCATORIAL, GLOKY.
Captain A.D Bates awl tbs German
Carp—The Carp a Cwnsltte Baeesss
—Hulllplleatlen and Growth ef the
Carp In Two Years—Several Twee
Sjr.nve Iaehee Loaf on* Over Seven
and a Half Pounds
Batksburo, S. O., October 20 Editor
Beyisler: In consequence of short crops
of corn, cotton, hogs and all produce, our
people, as everywhere else, have been
wearing countenances serious aud care
worn. But to day many who witnessed
the piscatorial glory of Capt. A. D. Bates
as he drained off his fish pond rejoiced in
tbe encouraging fact tbat we can raise
tbe German carp with abundant success.
Captain Bales obtained one dozen carp
from Commissioner BqUer two years ago
which be put into a small muddy pond
five or six feet deep, about 40x60 yards,
surrounded by weeds and shrubbery. This
afternoon he determined to drain off the
pond and invited several of his friends to
witness the failure or success of his carp
enterprise, as be never knew after he put
them in whether they lived or not. The
realization of his success exceeded his
most sanguine hopes. He got eight of tbe
carp first put in, and one hundred young
ones averaging about one pound. It
seems that tbe original twelve spawned
in the spring ot 1880 and last spring, and
the young ones, two sizes, are eighteen
and six months old. When the dozen
wore put in two years ago they were only
two or three inches long, but the eight of
them found to-day average twenty-five
inches long and weigh an average of sev
en and a half pounds and they are said to
be only half grown. As our own eyes be
held these monsters of tbe finny tribe we
could not doubt tbe story of Jonah and
the big fish at Nineveh.
Many citizens ol Batesburg an! around
were soon gathered and expressed admi
ration and astonishment at the complete
success of German carp, resolving to get
tho seed of the wonderful fish aud raise
their meat without trouble and iu abun
dance. In fact we never saw a lot of
finer fish and believe tbeir culture will
beat bog raising a long way. There were
no other fish la the pond—not one except
tbe carp. Nearly all of the young carp
were pat back in the pond.
Captain Bates is a representative agri
culturalist, and one of our most enter
prising and successful farmers.
Wehope every farmer who can hare a
pond will procure a few ot the German
carp to begin with. They are a success.
N.
the harangue had lasted for an hour,
Judge Grier, who was seated next to Da
vis, turned as if to speak to him. Davis
inclined his head, expecting to bear some
profound observation ou tbe law of tbe
case. The Tenerable Grier whispered,
“D—n that fellow 1 He makes such a
row I can’t sleep!” Judge Davis
soon got to be very much at home on the
bench, aud especially enjoyed his
circuit duties in his old field of
work in the West. He was greatly liked
by tbe bar, though he had au eye like a
hawk for any manifestation of meanness
or greed. It is related tbat on one occasion
in Indiana, when a certain case was
called, one of the parties asked for a con
tinuance, as his counsel was absent. Tbe
lawyer of tbe other side demanded au
immediate hearing. Davis looked at him
with a dangerous smile, and said, “Very
well, my friend, we’il go on if you say so.
But I ought to tell you in such cases I al
ways think it my duty to look out for the
side tbat is not represented by counsel.
We had a case of that sort at Terre Haute
tbe other day, wbeD a man insisted on
going on when the other side wasn’t there,
and, singular as it may ae*m, we beat tbat
fellow!” Tbe case was continued.—New
York Tribune.
tit ax six ovate rata- buibge.
WhythoVas of locomotive* Is nia-
CMrafMi oad Mope fraeUoa fa
vored.
New York Sun.
In a short time the trustees of tbe
Brooklyn bridge will be called upon to
decide upon some method of steam tran
sit over the bridge. Tbe matter is in the
bauds of a committee composed of J. S.
T. Stranaban, Erastus Smith and John
T. Aguew. The original plan or the
bridge contemplated three sidewalks, two
railroad tracks, aud two single wagon
tracks. The great exposure to wind and
weather and the great length of the
bridge caused the engineer to decide that
it was quite unnecessary to bare three
sidewalks for pedestrians. Two were
therefore abolished, leaving one central
promenade, aud by wideuiug the whole
bridge five feet it became possible to add
two more wagon tracks. So tbe bridge, as
it is being built, has two double-track
road-ways for vehicles, 18 feet 7 inches
wide, two railroad trades each 13 feet
wide, and one central promenade 13 feet
wide. Th) vehicles in each division
of 18 feet 7 inches will goin one direction.
It Is highly probable tbat tuffs will be
carried over the bridge by traction, with
an endless rope kept in constant motion.
There are many serious difficulties in tlie
way of using locomotives. Iu winter tho
grade of the bridge will be over 200 feet
to a mile, a grade which is lound only in
a few exceptional cases on any of the
railroads in the country. Tbe elevation
of tbe approach to the bridge at Chatham
street is 40 feet, aud at tbe centre of the
bridge it is 140 feet; hence in passing
from New York to Brooklyn there will be
the equivalent of a hill 100 feet high
which has to be surmounted. It would
require a heavy, powerful locomotive to
draw a train of eight or ten passenger
cars over such a grade, and the bridge has
not been built to bear such heavy concen
trated loads, which wruld roquiro Boar
beams, trusses, ana susoenders of twice
tbe present strength. These, in turn,
would call for much heavier cables, heav
ier anchorages, and stronger towers; in
other words, according to Englueer Roe-
bling’a report upon the subject iu 1878,
the whole bridge would have to be re
built.
The ingineer, In his last communica
tion to the board, favors tbe rope traction
system, by which trains of cars can bo
run to and fro alternately, or a number of
single detached cars can be run on a cir
culating system. Several members of tbe
board, who have given tbe question of tbe
methods of transit over tbe bridge much
thought, say that the rope traction system
will probably be adopted.
TBB AEHOXA UTS' STORY.
TIM KsmtUbm *1 Frsf. Klaz and
Hla Cooapaulsa.
Chicago, October 21.—Tbe balloonist,
Frof. King, and Signal Officer Hashagan,
who left this city last Thursday aud were
first beard from to-day at Chippewa Falls,
relate their experience as follows :
“Before five miuutes after leaving terra
firma we reached an altitude of4,300 feet,
moving southwest; a few minutes later we
reached an upper current moving slowly
westward, and we wero carried away to
the west and northwest. At 5:15 ou Fri
day we passed over Spring Yaliey, Wis.,
and afterwards over the Platte Mounds.
At S a. m. we passed over ‘Fulton,’ or
some similarly named place. At 9:50 we
arose among the clouds. Tbe wind in
creasing, earned us at a rapid rate, proba
bly forty or fitty miles per hour, aud not
being able to discern stationary objects,
we coaid not tell where we were or what
course we were pursuing. In passing
Little Falls, Monroe county, Wis., we
came so near the ground tbat we come in
contact with trees. Then again our bal.
loon took an upward turn, carrying us 4,-
000 feet abovo tbe strata of clouds. Mean
while the rain poured down in torrents,
collecting ou the outside of tbe balloon.
It poured down the mouth of tbe bag into
tbe basket in a steady stream. At 12:45
the highest known elevation was reached,
being 9,600 feet. From the last person
spoken, we found we were forty miles
from St. Paul, and when we descended at
2:30 p. m., on the west bank of a river,
half a mile inland, we concluded that we
were in tbe State of Minnesota, probably
forty miles north of St. Paul, ou the Mis
sissippi river. With this supposition in
mind we stepped out of our car into about
eighteen inches of water, and found tbat
we were in a cranberry bog. To write
our experience after tbat for tbe succeed
ing five days is too horrible. However,
we walked lor five days up to our knees
through boggy swamps, without food, ex
cept what berries we could gather, and
slept ou tbe wet ground at night. At 4
o’clock in tbe evening of the fifth day we
reached Flambeau river, and were car
ried across by Cleramere Bertrand and
Michael Miner, two woodmen, and here
we are. We leave to-night or In the
morning for Chicago.”
WASBIXGTOX'S CO ACM.
TBs S la hoc la Old Vehicle mat lbs Vis*
lUnff roreifaers Will BeraUals*
Benjamin Richardson, the eccentric
New York gentleman who owns tbe car
riage in which Washington made his tour
of tbe Southern States in 1791, haa writ*
ten to tlie foreign visitors to the York-
town celebration inviting them to inspect
tbe antique vehicle, and tbe invitation
has been accepted. Tbe old chariot was
exhibited at tbe Centennial Exposition,
but it now occupies a conspicuous posi
tion in the lobby of Wood’s Museum.
This is the only one of Washington’s
carriages in existence, and it is unques
tionably the moat wonderfully constructed
piece of road machinery of tbe kind ex
tant. “The Ark,” as its facetioas custo
dians at tbe Centennial were pleased to
call it, was built in 1780 by John White,
of this city, who regarded it as his master
piece, and felt as proud of his work as tbo
builder of the famous “oue boas shay” did
of his. When full-rigged aud loaded with
four inside passengers, a driver on tbe bow
and a footman perched on the poop deck,
“The Ark” weighed nearly 4,000 pounds;
but it was made of such excellent ma
terial tbat iu lumbering over 2,000
miles of rough country roads in the South
not a screw or bolt was started. Even
now, after tbe lapse of nearly a century,
the old ebariot is in a good state of pres
ervation and it would stand as much
rough travel as a carriage built twenty
years ago. Tho wood work of tbe vehicle
is of oak. The axles, wheels, wliUUetree
bar and fifth wheel do not differ from .
those parts of the carriages of the present
day, except tbat in White’s masterpiece
they are of monster size. Tbe wheels are
but little heavier than those now in use,
but tbeir circumference is much
greater. Tbat “Tbe Ark” was built
to last is proven by the fact that
every bit of wood-work, from tbe soje-
leatber-covered dashboard to tbe root-
man’s stand in tlie rear, is heavily bound
witii iron and strongly riveted. Tbe wood
work in the bodies of ordinary barouches
is quarter inch ash; or; poplar, but no such
light stuff was used in building this roll
ing relic of the past century, and the
General’s “heftiest boss” might thunder
bis heels against tbe dashboard for a week
without damaging it in the least. In
stead of tbe cloth lining of the carriages
known to the present generation, Wash
ington’s family vehicle is lined inside
with black pebbled calfskin, and green
painted oak slab blinds, nearly as large as
those of an ordinary dwelling-house, al
low light and air to enter the cavornous
depths of the coach when it is iu motion.
Tbe body of the carriage swings by leather
straps from four old-fashioned upright
springs, which are braced and bolted iu a
score oi places. From the top of tbe coach
to tbo ground the distance is eight ieet
six inches and the carity is large enough
to contain a couple of hogsheads. The
front of tbe carriage is decorated with two
lamps, each of which contains the mouldy
stub of a tallow candle, and tbe pleasant
young historian who tells the patrons of
the Museum all about tbe curiosities .on
exhibition there, kindly informed a re
porter yesterdayjtbat those nubbins were
placed in tbe lamp sockets by “Gineral-
kVjuhlngtnn hisself.”
GARPIEMYS PAPERS. -
Tws David Davis Stories.
He relates himself a whimsical story of
his first day on tbe bench. He was quite
Impressed with the importance of bis
functions and listened with all bis ears to
what was going on. A young lawyer was
■making what our ex-8enator would call
“a halcyon and vociferous” speech. After
Cera wants fa aHatsbsll.
Cincinnati Commercial.
Cornwallis, who surrendered at 1'ork-
town, was not a brutal or foolish man.
He was a very able soldier, aud was cap
tured because he marched into Virginia,
having beaten all tbe armies opposed to
him in tbe South, though be suffered se
vere checks in the Cowpens and King’s
Mountain affairs. He moved up sud
down Virginia at bis pleasure, and was
caught on the peninsula at Yorktown be
cause it never occurred to him tbat
his countrymen would be so stupid
to give the French tbe mas
tery of the sea. It was the French
fleet tbat caged Cornwallis. Tbe battle
that decided bis fate was a naval engage
ment In September, the British getting tbe
worst of it. This was fought seaward in
sight of tbe point where Fortress Monroe
stands, and the tremendous rattle of
broadsides was heard far inland. Then
Washington, by a feint on New York,
and the march of the French army from
New England, made his military master
stroke. After his surrender, Cornwallis
governed Ireland and India, showing in,
the forme? great liberality find in the lat
ter remarkable military and administra
tive capacity.
Mrs Garfield's Bequest Relative to
Her Husband's Literary Work.
Washington, October 21.—Col. Rock
well has received tbe following letter from
Mrs. Garfield:'
“Mentor, Oct. 7.—Dear Col. Bockwell:
It is my wish tbat an account of the life
and an appropriate collection of tlie liter
ary remains of Gen. Garfield shall be
published after that careful consideration
and preparation so manifestly necessary.
To tbat end I request that you will an
nounce m some public manner my pur
pose to cause this work to be done at the
earliest practical time, and of which due
notice will be given. Very alncerely,'
yours, Luchetia R. Garfield.”
With reference to the foregoing, Colonel
Rockwell makes tbe following statement:
“To those best acquainted with tlie great
capacity for work and the vast versatility
ot Gen. Garfield, the extent, variety and
orderly arrangement of his intellectual
estate are amazing. Fully appreciating
its valve, and believing tbo most enduring
monument of tbe late Fresidtut must be
erected upon tlie granite foundation of
what be said, aud did, and was, Mis.Gap.
field proposes an affectionate and careftil
work in this direction. Such a monu
ment, therefore, illustrative of the life
which cannot be written until the world
has moved far enough away from him to
take in tbe grandeur of his career aud
character, may be expected only after
measured and deliberate work and aa
coming from ber sanction and authority.”
Searching tor SaskuTrswin.
Baltimore Sun
Wilmington, Dkl, October 23.—A
special from Lewes to the Morning News,
dated Saturday, gives the fact tbat tho In
ternational Submarine Division Company,
organized two years ago by capitalists in
Philadelphia to search for tbe De Braak,
an Eugiisb sloop-of-war, which foundered
iu a storm off Lewes, June 10, 179S, lias
discovered evidences of tbe missing ves
sel. According to papers in ibe posses
sion of Samuel 8. McCracken, a pilot,
whose grandfather was the only survivor,
and who was engaged in piloting tbe ves
sel into harbor when sbe sunk, about $53,-
000,000 and jewels went down iu the
ship. The money was taken by the De
Braak from an intercepted Spanish
fleet, while on ber wsy to Halifax, Eng
land, from a successful cruise on tbe
Spanish Main. With tbe specie were
taken two hundred prisoners. When the
vessel foundered tbe prisoners were in
irons on the lower deck, and were all
lost. Capt. Janies Drew, who command
ed the vessel, and whose body was recov
ered two days following, lies buried in St.
Peter’s churchyard at Lewes. Two years
after tbe wreck the British government
seut two frigate* to raise the De Braak,
but without success. Forty years ago,
while McCracken was on a cruise, circu
lars were posted around Sussex county
offering $00,000 for information tbat
would lead to the discovery of
tbe sunken vessel. It bad beeu supposed
up to the present time that the hulk had
been swept away by tbe action of tbe
tides. Tbe International Company, to
keep its real object from view, has been
since September working at another
sunken vessel near where tbe De
Braak was supposed to hare foundered.
McCracken, who is to receive a large share
of whatever treasure is discovered, in an
interview, says that tho De Braak lies in
fifteen fathoms of water. The divers in
going down found a long, irregular ridge,
about fifteen feet high, eighteen feet wide
and sixty feet long. On each side are
piles of loose stone, supposed to be the
ballast thrown from tbe frigates in the
effort to raise the wreck in the year 1800.
Rough weather interfering, the company
were compelled to postpone further opera
tion*, and on Wednesday the divers re
turned to Philadelphia. The work, how
ever, will ba vigorously pushed forward
as soon as favorable weather sets In.
11500 per year can be easily made at
home working for S. Gs Ritteout A Ox,
10 Barclay street, New York. ‘Bead for
their catalogue i
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