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[Written fur the Irish World.] THE B ATTLE OK THE C'OWPEITS. (January 17th, 1781.] BY WILLIAM COLLINS. Twit? ton* tronpmrs from Winaboiough town, To the ford of the Yadkin came galloping down, Birift a* the wind sped each flytug dragoon, By mountain and river, and hike and lagoon ; Nor paused in hi* march till his pickets were set On tne thick-wooded slopes of the calm Pacolet, And saw from his sabres his enemy flee, The rifles of Morgan, the legions of Lee. Tin morn, and deserted a tid lone is bin camp. And again on the breeze cornea the trooper's rude tramp. And away in pursuit of the fugitive foe The hangdogs of Britain exultiugty go ; Bound the base of the mountain that towers o’er the plain. Unmolested they pans till the Oowpens they gain, But there, in their front, in the sunlight arrayed, Flash the bright rebel bayonets of Morgan m brigade. Claim, Arm, and defiant they fearlessly stand. With Morgan, their leader, in front of the band; On his left gleam the rifles that often before Have worsted the foe on Virginia's green shore; In the centre the sabres of (Georgia flash bright, And the muskets of Maryland form on the right • And high o’er their marshalled and deep serried lines Bearing wrath to the Briton, their rebel flag shines. With a rush aud a roar towards the ranks of the foe The ariinson-clad soldiers of Tarleton go ; A forest of sabres flash bright in the sun. And loud rolls the rattle or musket and gun, The tramp of his troopers, the strength of their shout. . Far away o'er the woods and the waters ring out. And bravely with sabre and broad sword in band They charge up the slopes where the riflemen stand. Ho ! Georgia ! Virginia and Maryland ! itow * Through their thick serried ranks let your leaden baua plough, . And Morgan, remember the heroes who fell On the nlood-reddoned snow's of Quebec and Sorfel! Crack, crack, go the rifles, the bright sabres ring, As down on the Britons the riflemen spring, There’s a shock, there’s a crtutli, then a ringing huzza ! And Tarietou’a troopers retreat in dismay. But rallied again to the onset they come, With ringing of bugle and beating of drum, More cautions and wary, and vigilant now, With Mood and revenge on each dark, scowling brow ; Their guns crash in anger through Morgan’s brigade, In the van—by his flag- flashes Tarleton’s blade. From his ranks bursts a cheer, as in fury again. He leaps to the charge in the front of his men. But fierce in bis wrath, and as fast in his flight As the eagle swoops down when his prey is in sight. Burst Morgan and Howard, wiih sabre and ball, And down uu his ranks like an a volant lie fall, McDowell leaps out from his lair in the shade, And Washington’s sword crosses Tarleton’s blade ;• And the Maryland bavonets, by Cunningham led, Make room through his deep, serried columns of red. The red-coats reel backward from Morgan's fierce stroke, Their leader is wounded, their centre is broke, i And away in disaster the Briton has fled, Behind liim. in heaps, lie his wounded and dead, I And the rebels pursue them, with musket aiul j sword, From Cowpen’ft red plain hi the Broad river ford ; ; Carolina exults, and, from hill top and glen, Kings a cheer for the chief and hia free-boni men. * Lieutenant Colonel Washington had a per- \ sonal conflict with Tarleton at the Battle of the j Cowpcns, in which he succeeded in wounding the British cavalry leader in the hand, ami in turn received a ball from Tarleton’s pistol in the knee. THE FATHER'S LESSON. “Will yon stop that flying sir ? or I'll sec if I cannot make you. ’’ But still the tear drops followed eneli other down the little grieved face, and the suppressed sohs shook the little frame. “Oh ! Horace, surely you will not !" cried the yovog mother as Rhe saw her husband take the whip. “I do not tliiuk he is well, and then he is only a baby yet." “Only a baby hey ?—and three years old. But I have stood his crying long enough, and am going to put a stop to it;" and the blows began to fall on the dimpled figure, every one falling as hard on the mother’s heart. Mra. Fane at last unable to control herself longer, snatched her darling boy to her breast and ered: “Oh! Horace I did not think it of you !’, Mr. Fane did not reply, but left the room whistling, though his conscience was not quite easy. He was in fact a loving father, but had as most young fathers have au idea that children must be per fect, and was very strict accordingly. Amy sat for a while with her child pressed closely to her heart, petting and soothing him as only motheis cun, and then went with him to the coney little breakfast room ; but the nice little meal had lost its relish for both and was par taken of almost in silence. Mr. Fane at length arose from the table and left for his daily business. “L feel so sad,” Amy mused, after her husband had gone. I feel so unusually sad. lam afraid Arty is not well : but then his eyes ore bright and his cheeks are rosy.—ah ! that is it ! they arc too rosy and his eyes ure too bright “Come, my pet ; want to sit in mam ma’s lap and near her pretty stories ?” “l'es’m.” And the little head snugs down on her shoulder with such a feeling of perfect safety there. One story follows another until the little head droops, little eyelids close over the blue eyes and Arty is asleep. “See, lie smiles,” said Amy to herself. “My fears are probably groundless. I must be getting nervous. I will not disturb him, but let liim have a good nap.” And the little curly head is laid gently on the pillow, and the little rounded limbs covered lightly, and with another kiss on the brighbred cheek, she leaves him to attend to her household cares though work ns she would she could not banish the sadness from her heart, hut every few minutes steals to the cradle-side to look at her baby-hoy. At last she is through her morning duties and has ordered for din ner those dishes of which her husband is fondest,; for in her heart he holds first place, loving him even more than she did her idol boy. But ah ! what is it ? Amy’s heart had just begun to grow lighter, and she was singing nsnatch of song when she saw her precious boy starting and jerking in au awful convulsion, She knew then her worst fears were realized. Dispatch ing a servant for the physician and her husband, she began trying what simple means her limited expel ieuce suggested to give the little sufferer relief. “Oh ! will they never never come!’, she cries over and over again, wringing her bands in helpless grief. Yes at last they are here. Horace comes first, all his father’s heart stirred between love and remorse. The doctor's practiced eye tells him it is useless to attempt to save the little one. Horace Fane’s grief knew no bounds when lie found that Ins little boy was surely going. Oh ! to lose him were bitter indeed, but coupled with that the'knowledge of liis morning’s work ! He lelt as if lie would give years of his own life to add to that of the frail being before him ; and oh ! how good he would be to him. How he woald shield his pathway from thorns and pluck only roses for him. But alas, alas ! it was too late ! What a golden opportunity had passed ! God lent the -treasure for a little while, but this life was too full of thorns for the tender feet, and now he would transplant the fragile earth flower to a brighter clime where no fierce winds blow and no rude storms arise. The death-angel is hovering noislessly in the darkened room and the devoted VOL. 111. mother felt almost as if her life was going out with the bright young life of the little being in her arms. If her grief was so hard to bear, what must have been the an guish of the father’s ? Aye the iron had truly entered into Iris own soul. Oh, parents ! you who have your little ones around you, shield their tender forms from the storms of life while they are | young—the cures and vicissitudes will | come soon enough. Doi not let their | bright, uveet faces catch the frown upon 1 your brow. Do not utter one harsh word or cause their little hearts one sorrow with ! which you will have to reproach yourselves . when the little head is low and the flowers blossom above the little form so dear to I you. Little Arty is an angel now. Never ! more will the little face be toar-stfliued or j the little bosom swell with grief. The shining curls lie very smoothly now by ! the marble brow. The laughing blue eyes are hid beneath the long lashes the dainty little lips just parted in a smile, as if he caught something of heaven's glory ere lu> reached the gates. White flowers are clasped in the tin v hands that lie so quiet ly now on the pulseless breast. The little feet will make music ro more along the hall-way, nor the little face peer so long ingly through the glass by the door-way to see if * father’s turned. ” There’s a long i dark shadow now’ athwart the home circle, j How hard to look at the cradle with its j dainty appointments that almost show the j impress of the daintier limbs that so lately 1 j reposed there ; to seo the little chair by i j the fireside and know that its little owner I will never need it auv more ; to gather to- j ! gether the neglected toys, aud turn where | j 3 ou will to see something to remind you j of the little cue who was lent to you for so I short a time, and then took its flight to a | j brighter world than this. ! ******* | I think if Horace Fane is ever blessed ! with another child, lie will moke a kinder, j | gentler father than before—will feel that j I children have rights and privileges as w 11 ! as old persons and that childhood’s griefs j j art* as real to them os the ones wo suiter | lin mariner years. Sunny South. How to Discourage Your Minister. TWELVE rUW liI'LES. 1. Hear him “now and then." Drop in a little late. Do not sing ; do not find the i text in you billies. If you take a little i sleep during the sermon, so much the bet ter. 2. Notice carefully any slip he makes while you are awake; point out the dull portions to your children ami friends ; it will come round to him. 3. Censure liis efforts at usefulness : de plore his want of common sense ; li t him know that you wont help him because A. B. does, because you were not first con sulted, or because you did not start the plan yourself. 4. L t him know the follies and sins of his hearers, Hhowhim how much heovi r -1 rates them, and tell him their adverse criticisms on himself. 5. Tell him, when he calls, what a stranger he is ; how his predecessors used to drop iu for an hour's chat, and lioiv much you liked them. 6. Never attend the prayer-meeting ; frequently no special service. Why should you he righteous overmuch f 7. Occasionally get up a little gsvety for the young folks. This will be found very effectual about the communion sea son. “There is a time to dance,” you know. 8. Give him no intimation when you are ill; of course he should know ; and your offended dignity, when he conies to see you, will render his visit pleasant. On no account intimate your recovery, 9. Require him to swell the pomp of every important occasion, unless, indeed, there are prudential reasons for passing him over. 10. If he is always in his own pulpit, clamor for strangers ; if lie has public du ties, and sometimes goes übroad, complain that he is never at home. 11. Keep down his income. Easy means are a sore temptation, and fullnessof bread is had for every one— but the laity. 12. As lie will find it to be hard always at homo to receive callers, and always run ning among the people, and always pre pared for pulpit and platform, you will he sure to have just cause for complaint, one | way or the other. Tell it to every one, ■ and then lament that there is so general dissatisfaction with him. Futient continuanco iu courses like these, modified according to circumstan ces, has been known not only to discour age, but to ruin the usefulness and break the spirit of ministers, fo send them off to other charges, and sometimes to their ; graves. Those who desire to avoid such results ! should avoid the practice of such things ! as are here referred to. Let us “Help one j another. ” — Christian Advocate. [Now we will suggest a few simple rules by which to encourage yonr minister : Ist. Procure for him the best currant magazines ; not only those of the church to which he belongs, but those of other churches ; also scientific and literary journals. Send him the best secular news-1 paper, so that he may he kept thoroughly I posted as to what is going on in the world. ; A fresh book now and then will be thankfully received —not as a loan but as a gift. He is not only yonr preacher, he is your teacher, or should be, and would be if put in the way of it. Praise him for whatever you see or hear j that merits it. If bis sermons feed and do you good, tell him so. He enjoys a •■fork of approval as much as one’s hus band or wife. Send him a basket of fruit, a bodquet of flowers, or a hamper of other good things ; they wilt not come amiss in a minister's family. Lend him yonr horse, or take him out to ride occasionally, and observe how his mouth will turn up at the corners. Invite his wife also. Will they ever forget such attentions ? Most clergymen are bnman, and enjoy the good things of life as well as those who produce them ; and, ns a rule, they are notin the way of money making, and j cannot afford many luxuries. With prop er attentions on the part of the laity, a pretiy good preacher may be. made out of one not gifted with superhuman abilities. Try it ] — Phrenological Journal. “Amen ! amen 1 ” shouted a Cedar Bap id’s parson, aO the elegant remarks of a stranger at the camp meeting. Suddenly the parsen turned has eyes on the man. and jumping up, screamed, “Catch him, brother, catch him ! He’s the three-card monte man that got my last month’s sal ary.” This is a fact, and the monto man is now in jail at Cedar JKapids. QUITMAN. CtA., FRIDAY, JULY 30, 1875. PROF. DONALDSON S FATE. .VI the Mercy of a Hurrcano In u Rotten Halloon—An Attreimlon Full of Evil \u I gury DomiltWon \mtoim mid Groff— | The Last Sn of the Balloon -Lout In tlio I Lake. [From the Chicago Tribune.] There is every reason to fear that Prof. Washington Donaldson and his hapless companion, Mr. Grim wood of the Journal, i perished in the hurricane of Thursday ! night. The departure of the balloon was full of evil augury. A frail bag of cheap cotton, harnessed by wreaths of old cordago to n crazy wicker basket, there were no signs of care or precaution in the process of making ready. Ou the contrary, half-a dozen indifferent fellows in the liippp drotne service hung to it in a listless way, and the aeronaut himself paid so little re gard to the swelling g'obo that one might have been excused for supposing that he had no concern with it whatever. It was impossible to avoid noticing the rents aud patches, some of them very clumsily re paired, which disfigured what should otherwise have been its un uoken contour. The ropes by which the car was attached were knotted, spliced, and tangled in a fashion more indicative of hurry and eeouomy than of a proper regard for the safety of the Professor and Iris companions. Altogether, the balloon wore un air of slmbhinoKN and debility, nut- to have de tected which, in the light of present evi dence, Kuoms unaccountable, THE DARING AKRONAUT. Donaldson was evidently very nervous | about the start. He whistled vacantly to j himself, and took frequent observations of ■ the wind and the promise of the sky. Sun | burnt, dusty, and restless, be formed a j picturesque contrast with the apathetic j eanvasment who kept tho balloon to its I moorings. The two reporters who entered j the car together held no conversation with i him and while they were in the heat of an j inaudible dialogue, he swung himself monkey fashion, to a platfom of wire net | ting just under the neck of the balloon, in which un fragrant, neighborhood he re mained until the machine became a speck in the upper blue, Tho crowd had a good chance to scrutinize him as he leaned, in the attitude of an auctioneer, over the upper hoop and exchanged some sharp and nervous raillery with an acquaintance down below. He looked short and very square shouldered, with a gymnast’s breadth of chest and big jointedm sa. His coat, collar was turned up to shield a large, j muscular neck from the sun, and a silk j hat was drawn down over iris face. This latter was brown as a berry, with hair j cropped short, a thick dyed moustache twisted up in an inquisitive'point at each j end, and a pair of dark bright eyes which j roved hither and thither. Just behind him the brasses and the reeds and thej drums of the hand were braying and bung- i ing cheerily. A hundred wags shot their | quips at brm, and once in u while Home body, with lungs louder than the rest, caught his attention and won a reply, DON ADDS ON HE HI O'UR. Just before the balloon began the series of short bumps and jerks which was the prelude of its departure. Donaldson cov ered his eyes with lr.s hand and gazed steadfastly over the treacherous lake. One ' of the wags sung out : 4 'Donaldson, you and J better get out,” The aeronaut was silent I for a minute, then ho muttered : "I wish j to < hrist I could.” (1 rim wood, of tin* Jouvnol was in that dingy wicker car, peering through the net j work of ropes like a caged bird. Donald- ! son’s wire perch was three feet above him. I While the Professor played at being cap-| tain of the a’.r ship, the sole passenger j made himself at home, and upraising a i bundle of ciieul irs, meant for serial d#-tri- Imtion, asked if they were the provisions. K very body laughed at the lightness of the fare • xcept Donaldson, who had hia arms turned around a pair of the main ropes, and whose face was like a copper mask. The journalist looked to boa slender young fellow, with a plain honest eouute- i nance, and was serious enough for one on tin? eve of such a fatal voyage as that which, little recking, he was about, to take. That be realized some of the perils of his sit uation was evident in the extreme grav ity of his features, which were in marked contrast with the reckless aud mocking faces of tho mob. tip IN tiie A in. It would he hal'd to define the exact mo ment of thewstart. Half a dozen men held to the cable, and the balloon, slow ly mount ing three or four feet, reeled t > and fro as if it'' ere some monster caught in a trap and frantically bent on escape. Now roll ing its huge bulk this way, now that, with Donaldson swinging from the upper hoop, and Grimwood jerked hack and forward in the basket, ft frightened the crowd into a succession of stampedes. Then Donald son gave an order, and Grimwood seized a sand bag and poured its contents through the cordage on a scire fit upturned faces. There was a vast laugh all around, a show er of handbills from the car, floating to the earth like a hundred thousand white figures, and before its flight could be real ized, the balloon shot up into the clear sky, and was soon hanging over the lake like Bilload's hovering roc. Donaldson still kept his footing on the perch, and waved his hat. Grimwood still peeped through the hempen grate which impris oned him, and shed bundle after bundle of handbills. Thus, amid the shoutingof the mob and the crash of the hand, the two unfortunates went to their fate. THE LAST SEEN Of THE BALLOON. On Friday morning, after a night of un usual hurricane, there was early and anx ious inquiry at the Hippodrome for the adventurous pair. To the first as w;ell as t ;e latest questioner, Mr. Barnum’s agents could only reply with an expression of hopefulness. Donaldson had survived such momentous perils'in the past, had come out scathkss from so many hand to hand encounters with death, that there was ex-[ euse enough for being confident. But when, later in the day, a coasting schooner brought news of the balloon’s dire peril at an early hour of the night, some time be fore it was called upon to stand the tre mendous shock of the tempest, hope for the voyagers'safety gave place to a reluc tant belief that they had both perished, j The Little Guide, a small qjaft, employed in the lumber nnd tan-bark trade, entered this port about nine o’clock. Upon her arrival, her captain, a Swede named An derssen, and his mate, a compatriot named Rasmussen, both told how at 7 o’clock on j Thursday evening, when off Grosso Point, some twelve miles north of Chicago, and while standing out thirty miles from the shorn, they had seen the balloon dropping its car once in a while into the lake, only some mile and a half distant from their vessel. Realizing ttye dangerous situation of the aeronauts, (’apt. Audersstn headed his schooner in their direction. But be fore ho could overtake the machine, which was bounding at a rapid rate on the water, there was a sudden lighting of the car, and the globe shot upward to a great height, soon disappearing altogether from the view j of the crew of the schooner. Tin: PROBABLE K ITE OK THE AERONAUTS. Mr, Elias Colbert, whos* patient and successful investigations in meteorology | entitle him to perfict credit, warrants,; with his ripe experience, tho following! theory : When the balloon left*the circus grouud j at 5 o’clock it arose at an altitude of 5,000 j feet into the current of a wind blowing ! steadily to tho northeast. Before the im- 1 pulse of that eunjjoisenH breeze it ran ! about fifteen miles an hour on a course which had for its starting point Chicago and for its conclusion (he neighborhood of Grand Haven, in Michigan. There were I 120 miles of water to be traversed, so that j the voyage, under favorable auspices, and at tin* rate of fifteen miles an hour, would terminate in eight hours. Land should j have been reached about 1 a. m. At 7 o'clock the Little Guide, standing out some thirty miles from the Illinois shore, I off ( xrosso Point, and about twelve miles j north of Chicago, sighted the balloon, j still ou its course, and exactly where our calculations would pined it, to-wit : about thirty miles from its starting point, with thirty miles yet to travel before it could i arrive at its destination. From causes easily understood upon re j ference to an interview with Prof. Steiner, i printed below, the balloon had lost a great deal of its carryiug ability even at this : early stage. It already hovered on the very surface of the lake, and dragged its j car over the crests of the waves. Wlmt it ' was that Donaldson threw overboard to | lighten Iris craft we perhaps shall never 'know. It is not impossible that hia un fortunate companion relinquished hia hold, and bewildered by the fury of the race across the hungry plain of waters, fell out of t-iie car and so perished. CAUGHT A HUHItIOANK. | Meanwhile a terrible hurricane was I gathering at a point parallel with tne north- | ;cm extremit y of Lake-*Michigan. The ! I storm centre ns meteorological writers | term it, was spinning round and round fln its eastern course, twenty miles faster than the dragged balloon was plunging -'be fore the northeast breeze. Of course v. hen the cu dipped into the lake it immediately retarded the flight of the balloon, acting upon it like a brake. With this impediment the machine proba bly could travel no faster tliair eight to twelve miles un hour. The reader can just here realize the situ- j ation of Donaldson and his companion. I Uu lining northeast, they knew nothing j of the tornado whirling t 'lupestuoiisly to Urn liorthci u erm of tu* lake, IV:g w itu their j destruction. The moon shone fitfully, clouds thick- | ened behind them and chased each other in constant- procession across its face. Per haps they described the lamps of th little schooner twinkling two miles off. The lake was ruffled by the steady blow, and as they were torn through it by the un wieldly monster, over which they had too little control, its waves must have broken over them, and angrily tested their grasp of the car. Tim tempest, on the other hand, gathering volume Slid fury in the north, spun round on its centre and swept in frenzy over the .face of the lake. When tl e balloon had aobi' Vcd probably two thirds of its disastrous voyage, aud only forty miles lmd to ho traversed to com plete it, thestorm burst in all its terrors on the laboring sphere. The path of the hurrienno and the course of the balloon intersected just about forty miles from Grand Haven, and it. was at the point of that intersection that THE GALE STRUCK DOWN T HE BALLOON. Ah the storm and wind poured its furv about the doomed machine it spun round arid round like a top, with the poor wieteii- es in its car drugged through the waves in their cage, which whirled them from side to side, giddy with hopelessness and dis may. At last, if Gyiuwood Imd not been dashed out of the ear before this supreme hour, his inexperienced hands must have loosened their death grip. Donaldson, an expert gymnast, probably hung on with u stronger and more skillful hold. But even if the older of the two lost men survived Ids comrade there could not have been many minutes between their drownings. Once fairly sprawling upon the surface of the water, the balloon could not escape from its adversary by (lying before it. it took only the violent concussion, and then, rent in twain like the vail of the temple by its death blow, the huge yet unsubstantial creature burst turd sank. How the two men met their fate we shall probably never know. A tragic cbonrs sang their requiem iu the roar of the thunder and the wail of the wind. Had there been a flitting inspiration for sneh an ending, their death would have been heroic. But, wild as their enterprise was, nobody can think without a thrill of the two souls which, seizing the wings’ of the storm, passed out of the crash and theruin of that tempestuous midnight into the heaven of a perpetual good morning. A writer in the Phrenological Journal says, in referring to a conversation held with a student, he spoke of the astonishing effect the study of the Chinese language had had on the shape of his forehead. Over the eyes and all along the region of the perceptive faculties there seemed to be built on a layer of hone a quarter of an inch in thickness and about half or three quarters of au inch in width. “Y’on see,” said he, “trie study of the Chinese lan guage calls into exercise only the percep tion and memory. Instead of one or two nasal sounds, as we have in our language, they have thirteen, and it is 'tiemost diffi cult matter at first for no American to dis tinguisli between them.” Then he gave examples of these different nasal sounds, but to my uneducated ear they seemed quite alike. “For eighteen months,” he said, “we did little hut study the language, and during that time roy forehead changed wonderfully in shape. It used to be smootho like yours, and uniformly devel oped, but this great ridge here spoils the shape of it ; and the hats I used to wear will only rest oil the top of my head now.” ♦ ♦♦ What in the difference between the low er part of the leg, and iho late comet ? One is shin and bone, and the other’s been and eh one. MR. KEEY’S GREAT MOTOR. Wlmt lit Snlil About It by Men About Town nml Others. “What do you think of tho lCeely mo tor ?” a Sun reporter asked Mr. Mastell, yesterday. The venerable and portly President- of the police board wiped his glasses clean, put them on, ami looked into tho re porter’s eye. 4‘The Krvly murder ?” he said. “When was that V" “No, not a murder. A motor. The Keely motor.” “Oh,” said the President, as if he un derstood at, last, “stealing a locomotive. Yes, yes. I remember that. It was up ut Sing Sing, about four months ago. ” “1 don’t think you quite understand me,” the reporter replied. “I wish to know wlmt von think of the Keely motor. M. a-l e., motor. Something to make something else go. What do you think of it ?” “I don’t think anything about it,” fund Mr. Mastell, “for 1 don’t know wlmt it is. What are you talking about, any how’ V” “Sit down, Mr. Mnstell,” said tho re porter, “and I’ll talk business to you. Now tell me, candidly, wlmt you think about it. ” “Think about wlmt ?” “Tho Kcely motor.” “I don’t- lie awake nights thinking about motors, my friend,” said Mr. Mast-ell. “In fact, 1 never heard of the Keely motor. Ii don’t know anything about—” “01. don’t .sav that, Mr. Mustcll. I’m sure with your experience--” “I say I don’t know anything-—” “Don’t disparage yourself, Mr. Mustell. This is merely a little matter of business. Let us look at it calmly. I wish to get the benefit of your years of experience in ' the editorial chair and in the police de partment, and to spread the information before the public. In short, what do you tlii ik of the Kcely motor?” "Before wo go any further, young man,” said tho President of the police board, “suppose you tell mo what tho lively motor is ” "The Keely motor, Mr. Mnstell,” the reporter replied, "is tho great invention of the nineteenth century. It's unparalleled in the history of mechanics. It's a ma chine to rin without lire or steam ; in fact, u machine to run by water and air. Ihe air goes in soft and comes out in cakes. It’s so powerful that an ounce vial of the vapor will blow tip a fort ; and the inventor says u bucketful of water, compressed, would run thirty ears from New York to Philadelphia.” "That must be a great machine- a very great machine. A first-rate machine to keep away from. When I was nu editor—" "But what do you think of the motor V” "\\ lint, the air-mashed concern ?” "Yes. ” "Oh, that's all wind.” Not In in;; piliyv ,!ti o'e-il advanced l-y Mr. Mnstell on ■ elm motor subject, tho reporter sought Mr, Hurry Hill for further information. Mr. Hill .is well informed on motors, but the Keely motor, lie say s, is too much for him. "Talic about condensed air in bottles,” said Mr. Hill, "look at those bottles on the shelf. There’s more motive power in each of them than in ten of Keely ’h 11111- ehiueH. That's not condensed air that's condensed lightning. It’s genuine apple jack, straight from Jersey. And that re minds that the first time I ever got so drunk J oonldu’t walk, was on tipple jack in New Jersey. I went over to look at j-oinc fancy stock, ami the auctioneer had a cask of tipple jack that slid down like new milk. I was tired ami hot, and it ws so good I kept on drinking, and the first thing I knewl was so drunk I couldn’t stand up'” “But about the motor, Mr. Hill ?” “Oh, yes, the motor. Well, 1 ’spose Kecly thinks lie’s got a good tiling—let me till yom glass. He runs his machine with pressed air, does he V I have a machine that runs with air, too, and the air don’t have to he prosssd a bit. My machine’s a yacht. If I thought this i upor in bottles was good for anything, I’d feed to my trotting horses all the time, to make them fast. But 1 don’t take much stock in it. Don’t give it away ; but between you and me, T think its a hum bug. If Keely’s got a machine that’ll run, why don’t he run it ? That's what J want to know. If the thing ever does go, as he says it will, let him call on H. Hill, Es|., if he wants to sell his stock. But before the thing starts humph, does ho think we’re all fools V People who are puzzled at the technical phrases used in base ball reports are com mended to the perusal af the following definitions: Field The cow pasture where iho leath er hunting is performed. Base -Halt bigs scattered around in the grass for the players to jump on. Nine—The miuiher of roosters in knee breeches that constitute a base ball deck. Umpire The chief bailer—lie bawls out “strike,” His other duty is to sit on the top of tlm but and smell the ball as it goes by. Judgment—The umpire’s opinion after taking such a smell. One ball—What the umpire soys when the smell proves unsatisfactory. Strike—A rniscue by the, batter. I’ut out—The fellow who tries to get in without paying fifty cents. Dead ball- One which comes to life again after being buried —iu the hands of tin? pitcher. Foul —A ball which bounds just the way one is positive it will not. Fair foul A little one for a cent. Balk -“A breach of promise” indulged in by the pitcher. Stealing a base —Stuffing a bag in the ear and walking off to the next, when the catcher isn’t looking. Beauty—A ball so hot that the second baseman lies on his stomach to avoid it. Hot ball—One that singes the short stop’s head ns it goes by. Fly—A ball which scorns the earth, and, like the gentle horse fljj, buzzes around iu the elevated atmosphere. Wild throw—Slinging at the third base man. and killing a small boy over in the right field. The Sicilians, of late so sharply over hauled, assert that there is as much bri gandage in the streets of New York as in their own island. Is this merely because they want to put the boot which encloses them on somebody else's leg, or can this thing be which they are saving ? POOR CARLOTTA. The Latl Mournful Days of the Widow of Mh xlmltlun—The Hoiiimimc nml (lie Ilea lit y of the Lifts of un InunneEmproi. Rome letter to the Philadelphia Bullottin. A month or six weeks, past there ap peared in several of the European jour nals an cxt-reruly interesting account of the poor Empress Cnrlotta. It lms beet) reprinted*, I see, in the American newspa pers. I was talking of this account lately with a personage who knows a great deal of European courts and the private affairs of royalties. This person said: “The des cription given of the present life and hab its of the Empress leads one to believe that she is no longer insane ; she may be melancholy, but she has her reason, and is sternly refusing to hold communication with the outside world, in which she suf fered so much sorrow. Is Dot that the impression it made nnon you?” I replied in the affirmative, and. apro pos, to the Empress’ mode of life. I told my visitor a strange and interesting story I. had heard that morning, pf a lady who hud had son e fatal grief that had swept away from her all human hope and help. She was a woman of fortune, high culture, learned, indeed ; she was singularly alone in life ; all her near relatives were dead. Bhe was about thir y-five years of age. She lived in an elegantly furnished apart ment ; one of the rooms was a fine library ; all on one flat, en suite, ns is common to European houses. She dismissed her ser vants, for thirty years refused to hold any intercourse with society, and led an en tirely solitary life. Every morning a confidential .servant entered u door that was left unlocked at a certain hour. She went into the bedroom and put it in order, also the dining room, removing the dishes of the preceding day, and placed on the table the food for the succeeding twenty-four hours ; but slid never saw her mistress. Written orders, made in the concisest, clearest form, were left from time to time on the dining or dressing table. Through these orders nil business was directed, and everything was provided that was needed by tho recluse. The whole suite of rooms, except tho din ing, sleej ing, and dressing rooms, re mained strictly closed for thirty years. People talked a great deal at first, but in time the lady and her solitary life were forgotten. The original confidential ser- vant died, and another person succeeded to the post, hut nothing chuuged tile hab its of the lady—she was never seen by any one. Thirty years went by. Then one morning the servant found the bed un disturbed, the tood untouched. She forced the doors and searched for her mistress. She passed through a long succession of rooms. A thick bed of dost lay over every article of furniture, a silent covering over carpets and floors. Blit stright through the rooms was a narrow, direct path to the end room or library, a path swept clean by the long trailing garments of tliat solitary woman in her daily walk for thirty years. It swerved neither to the right nor to the left The servant followed the strange path to the library. There she fouud her mistress seated at a reading table in a high backed chair. Her hands were folded peacefully in her lap, her head was lean ing back. The sad, worn old face was calm mid still. She lmd, at last, gone to that other solitude, death. On the table were Homer nnd Virgil. They seemed to he the only books she had read, as the others on the shelves were bound with the dust of years. There was not one written line word left. The soli tary thirty years had ended, aa they had been lived, in solemn silence. The sor rowing woman at last knew the Great Se cret, which told her why she had been called to suffer such keen mortal anguish that it had snapped all bonds between her and her kind. After I had finished the story my friend said, with u fine, scarcastic smile: “Yes, this is very affecting ; but we must bring ourselves buck' to earth with stem reali ties. All such stories ure fables, and no greater fables is there than this one pub lished of the poor F.mpress of Mexico. It is a pious fable, however, invented by her frimlsto throw around her lust days an air of decorous dignity that does not exist. Their loving cure for her memory induces them to send forth this beautiful romance of an imaginary daily life, led by a beau tiful, sternly sorrowful and refined woman. I wish it were true, hut unhappily the re ality is as revelling ns the romance is at tractive. The Empress, instead of being better in health, is worse, and her death, it is believed, is close at hand. For some time her insanity has taken the most brutish form. She never leaves her lied, and has all the habits of an animal. The poor Queen of Belgium lias been unable for two years, to hear the disgusting sight of unhappy Caiiottu, but now, as she can not live many months, the Queen goes constantly to her. This is the sad truth.” Anne Bkewsteb. A Plucky Girl. Borne painful incidents of railway trav eling, lately published ill the papers and still pending before the courts, reveal the failure of ready cottnmiuiicution between the passengers and the guard. These are cords, and hells behind glasses, nnd wires under seats; but whenever they are tes ted they are found wonting, 'flic most no table ease is one in which no less a per son than the commander of H. It. H., the Prince of Wales’ hussars regiment, Colo nel Valentine Baker is accused of having been concerned, and ho has been arrested for an assault upon a young lady who hap pened to lie bis solitary fellow passenger in one of the compartments of one of those curious vehicular traps which during the progress of the train aro completely cut off from all human communication. The young lady assaulted by the Colonel could not pall the bell-rope and summon the guards, as there was no bell-rope to pull and no other means ex is tod of making her peril known. Bn she courageously forced upon the door of the carriage and took refuge outside, clinging to the window casings and qcreaming violently for help. In this unhappy attitude, and deaf to the agonized entreaties of her thoroughly ter rified assailant, she rode for several miles before the train was signaled to a halt by j observers on the wayside, when she was discovered and rescued. It will, of course, go very hard with her distinguished but indiscreet admirer, who, it is thought, will certainly join the Hon. Major Walter Har board and other aristocratic Falstafiiaus in their march to Coventry, if, indeed, ho es capes the sterner penalty of hard labor iu some of her majesty’s jails. An old Roman amphitheatre lias put been uncovered at Fiesole, near Florence. wrr AND HUMOR. Til-: fut man uf the Bible—Pauuchius Pi-lute. If you don’t bridle your tongue, saddle be your fate. ‘'Letter go !” an the boy iciid when bo luuiposted bis letter at tbo street corner. . A contemporary calls bis items ‘‘‘Nita,” to show that lie gets them out of bis head. We should like to know bow that mao in lowa broke his leg patting on bis over coat, Milwaukee parents never whip their children, They tie their ears around a bed-post. We are told that nothing is made in vain. How about a pretty girl? Dw’t she maiden vain 1 A book has boen published, called "Half Hours with Inseots.” Tho author was a regular bonrder. A young English lady in Paris has re ceived over fifty lashes. She was bom with them—over her eyelids. "May heaven bless and keep vou from your own trii-> love, Beniamin Herriok,” was the way the le'lcr ended. NO. 13. Young man. when your intended strikes at a croquet, ball and hits her favorite corn, burst if you must, but do not laugh. A watch maker wants to know whether, if a man runs away from a scolding wife, his movements should uot be oalled a leaver escapement. "Kind words nro wonderful in their way, ” says an exohange, "but so far as bail boys are concerned, a beot-jaek exerts a more powerful influence. Her hand was first to read- and drag Tho bottle from Tlie .half “It is your curse, John Dour," sho said And drunk it all herself. An exchange says: “Matrimony makes a man see double." Old 81-mger says whiskey will do tho same tiling, and don't cost half ns much. It has been settled by a oopi t oit west that it is not legal for a mnn to hitoh his wife tip with a mule, no matter how anx ious be is to plow, “I’m not much for shtnmp spakin,” said an Irish candidate at Dubuque, “but for honesty and capacity and integrity, I bate the divil—so I do. The laws of the road are paradox quite, For when vou aro travelling along, If you keep to tho left yoiir’o sure to bmriglit If you keep to tho right your’o wrong. An old edition of Morse’s geography says: "Albany has 400 dwelling houses, 2,400 inhabitants, all standing with tneir gable-ends to the street.” The compositor who substituted an “m” for a "w” in speaking of a lady troubled with "swelling of the feet,” accomplished the worst typographical feat an record. The sou of clergyman was delivering a college valedictory, when in pulling out his handkerchief he pulled out a deck of cards. "Holloa!” lie exolaimed, ‘‘l’ve got on my father’s coat.” There’s nothing so wonderful about malleable glass that can bo hammered. A friend of ours has a glass, still unbroken, though he lias kept punch-iu-it at inter vals for several years. “Georgy,” said a benevolent old gentle* man to the youthful sou of a family he was visiting, “what aro you going to do when you become a man ?” “Whale Joe Perkins,” was the prompt reply. At a spelling beo out West a young man was required to spell and define the word “hazardous,” which he did as follows: “H-a-z haz, n-r-d nrd, hazard, e-double 8, hnzardess—a female hazard. A witness in a law suit described the poverty of a field of corn us follows: The crop was so stunned and short that the toads could sit on their haunches and pick bugs from out the tassels. Josh Billings says: “Married life hag its charms, and this is just what gives it its flavor. Everybody loves to phool with chances, because everybody expects to win. But lam authorized to state that everybody don’t win. “Do you know why you are like the third term ?” naked Busan Jane of her brother, who lingered to talk to her Adol phus after the o'd folks hud retired. “No, I don’t.” “Well," she replied, "it is be cause you aro one too many." When two Pike county men aro about to make a mule trade, the first question asked by tho purchaser is, “What’s his re cord ?” Boiler replies, "Throe niggers and two dozen dash-boards.” “Here’s your money,” and the now owner leads ids property away. ' A Texas steer, animated with Cincinnati whiskey, visited a rolling mill in that city a few days ago, and after nosing around awhile, concluded that a gigantic fly-wheel was the only thing about the place worthy of his’attention. Bo he pranoed into tha fly-wheel, nnd his owner says that if he can find ar piece of one of liis horns ha will be perfectly satisfied. Several Irishmen were disputing one day upon their own best points, when one said in an aggressive manner, “Faith, and I’m a brick.” “And indade,”said another, “I’m a brick layer,” and he fulled the flrat speaker to the ground. “Are you goingaiterthatsngar ’’’called a mother to her boy, who was in the street. “Am I going after that sugar?” drawled the youth in a saucy and impu dent tone, but just then ho happened to see his father coming up behind him. and he said very respectfully and lovingly: “Why, of course I am, rna ; I didn't know yon needed it right away,” Gambetta and Roaher are universally acknowledged in France to be the two chief antagonists for power. The first is the bond of the Republican, and the sec ond of tho Imperial party. Buffet nnd MacMahon are the men of straw, politi cally speaking, whose short hour of rule is destined to fade as a leaf. In all European countries, as in the United States, there are but two real, live parties. In England, republicanism is contending with federal aristocracy, and in Frunce against auto cratic tyranny, represented by the Napo leonic empire. Jn Germany and Italy, mainly preoccupied with tlieir newly ac quired national independence, there exist in an native state only the party of Union ists and the abettors of the old territorial divisions, headed by the dispossessed princes and Rome ; iu Austria and Russia, the party of progress against the party of old ideas. And so on with the minor and insignificant continental countries. The world is moving, nnd straw men are be coming of less account. Indiana has a stringent law against the intermarriage of whites and blacks. John Angell Miller, a German, and Mary Biins, a riegroess, were married a few weeks ago iu Floyd county. They and the clergy man who performed the ceremony are now in prison, and each is liable to conviction and sentence to ten years incarceration, or a fine of $5,000. Henry A. Merritt a Troy lawyer, had a , letter i eturned to him from Ireland with I tho following written on the envelope: “No 1 man of the name of Lawrence Kyley, but [ there is one of the came of Catherine J£yly, wfeo says tire-letter is for her. ”