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JOURNAL AND MESSENGER. THE FAMILY JOURNAL——NEWS—POLITICS-^LITERATURE—AGRICULTURE—DOMESTIC NEWS} Etc.—PRICE $2.00 PER ANNUM. 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 oct27wly i and foil partictla*..