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CHARITY. I Epeak kind y. oh, speak soothingly To him whoso hopes are crossed, I Whose blessed trust inhuman love ; Was early, early lost; '■? I For wearily, how wearily ■' Drags life if love depart !Oh, let the balm of gentle won Fall on the smitten heart! j Go gladly, with true sympathy. Where want’s pale victims pine, ! And bid life’s sweetest smiles again Along their pathway shine; Oh, heavily doth poverty Man's nobler instincts bind! Yet sever not that chain to cast £ A sadder on the mind. —Mrs. Cluut. NIGHTHAWK. tY DANIEL MORGAN, PRIVATE. It was the day on which McClellan was restored to the command of the army of the Potomac. At Washington a thrill of hope ran through the hearts of the veterans, who had been driven .wc ee P > nto the fortifications of the 8,-wpitui. Straggle’s thronged to their ■plors; regiments gathered around their a i&iiefs. and the magic of a name changed < host of fugitives into a compact and imager army. I About noon a line of carriages was jßtretcbed along Pennsylvania avenue, a few hundred feet from the White House. JPart of the crowd that surged along the sidewalk stopped to look at a. regiment that was marching past. The air was shak ing with music, which flowed from the (band that had stopped in front of one of Withe central carriages. In this were seated .’two ladies, the younger of whom had an oval face of no little beauty and the air of one to whom homage is familiar. I Both were richly dressed, and the younger especially was the mark of ad miring eyes and flattering speeches. Mrs. Colonel Gallatin—for the lady was no other than the better known wife of that well-known officer—looked with interest on the bearing of the “Mo hawks.”as they marched past. Among the crowd near by stood a young man, hall drunk, who looked as though he had passed the night in a gut ter of small social pretensions. His slouched hat was no longer of value, even for a target, it had so many holes, end the right arm of his coat was so full of rips and tears that it waseasierto dis cover the northwest passage than for an arm to find its way through the sleeve. Coarse hands, grimy face, matted hair and shuffling movements—there was nothing attractive about the man but his eye. That gleamed out of its foul environment as bright as the eyes of a rat from a cage. The tramp stood looking intently at Mrs. Gallatin for a few minutes. Suddenly that lady gave a scream and fell back in her carriage. The tramp had sprung upon the steps, his features dis torted with fury, and struck her in the face. Cries, oaths, regrets, threats, summon ing of police, loud calls for reinforce ments —but before the tramp could be bagged he had vanished. David Double, for that was his name, on reaching the skirts of the crowd, urged his way toward the train wagons • of the army. Drunkenness had disap ; peared, and reflection had returned. But the vacant look of the drunkard was more attractive than the fierce expres sion of malevolence that now distorted his face. He looked neither to right nor left,but for a brief period seemed to be struggling with some evil spirit that was hurrying /•’ him on the road to madness. As the evening began to steal down the hillsides, the tramp reached a knot of sutlers’ wagons, and, as if pleased at the invitation of a surly mastiff’s bark, made his way to the shabbiest of them. Its proprietor was spreading a modest meal on a box for a table. “Pard,” said the tramp, who was now sensible enough, “give me something to eat: I feel hollow about the ribs.” The sutler replied by pouring over the newcomer a bucketful of abusive epi thets, of which “slum-gullion” was the most classic. But he soon checked his abuse on observing that his hearer, while listening patiently, was rapidlv transferring all food in sight to his own bread-basket. “What do you mean by being so late?” then asked the sutler gruffly. “Late! who’s late? What's the use of ghouls before the funeral?” “I’ve a mind to discharge you.” “Discharge your good luck, you fool,” returned Double. “Look here, Pard; without a man of brains like myself to glove your ten pickers and stealers,you’d soon be strung up by the thumbs by some gentle martinet.” “You promised never to get drunk again when we were on the march, Highthawk,” said the sutler, in a molli fied tone. “Well, Pard,” said Nighthawk,which was Double’s nickname among his friends, “it’s pretty hard when you are with McClellan to know whether we are on the march or not. When do we start again?” | “To-morrow at daybreak.” “I hope we’ll have better pickings than 1 in the Chicahominy swamp.” The sutler’s pipe and tobacco lay on the box, and as Nighthawk spoke he calmly tilled the pipe and began to smoke. A few days later the sutler and his I strange partner were rolling along on the I tide of war toward the Antietam. I Nighthawk was half drunk most of | the time, day and night. Strange I enough, as he began to scent the enemy I he grew more sober. The prospect of a ■ battle seemed to awake in him a deep ■ inhuman pleasure. On September 15, the Federal army 1 drew up on the left bank of the An tietam. This battlefield, to which the North and South both point with pride, has the advantage of simplicity. A par allelogram with the yellow Potomac for its south and west sides, and the slug gish Antietam on the east. A single town, Sharpsburgh, at the centre. Par allel to the Antietam a turnpike, which almost bisects the figure, and then bends toward Hagerstown on the northwest, and Harper’s Ferry on the southeast. From the Antietam the ground rises to a wooded crest, and slopes away toward the Potomac. The Confederate line ran along the turnpike, its right resting on the Potomac, and its left some distance above Sharpsburgh, bent back and rest ing upon the same river. McClel lan's aim was to turn Lee's flank. On the Afternoon of September 16, Hooker's ' corps had crossed the Antietam to warn il.ee of the coming attack. On that day, Nighthawk, despite the ayers of his partner, wandered away uvm business. He was now sober, but seemed to promise himself the pie’.sure of a bloody debauch. There is a height on the west of the turnpike, noi th of the Confederate line. I that commands the ground held by their I left wing. On this height, which had escaped the eyes of the commanders on both sides. Nighthawk, who had a soldier’s eye. found himself at dawn on the morning of the 17th. He soon riv eted his eye on a mass of troops moving toward the woods. It was Hooker’s eighteen thousand falling upon Jackson's four. As Nighthawk gazed, a look of fiend ish exultation distorted his face. Ho showed no sympathy for either side. Hooker and Jackson's corps smote to gether like two barrels of dynamite. I Nighthawk smiled grimly,and muttered : “When the ship is wrecked, the shark is i filled.” Hour after hour he stood watching the changing fortunes of the tight. I Hooker’s corps soon melted away. Mansfield's was sent to its support, fol lowed by Sumner’s. It was clear that the whole Confederate army was concen trating on its left. Before noon Hooker and Mansfield's ' corps had been paralyzed. Sedgwick’s division of Sumner’s corps had been ; swept away by these troops drawn from Lee’s right. But the enemy had suffered severely. Jackson’s command had been almost annihilated, and by nightfall the Confederate left was forced back by Franklin, near Sharpsbuigh. As the sun set on the closing battle, a look that would have made a were-wolf blush, passed over the face of the Night hawk, who smiled and muttered : “I am going to fish in a sea of blood.” At the word, he hastened down the height toward the knotty points of the battle field. As he left his watch tower, two crows sailed away from the ragged top of a neighboring pine tree, and sawed the air with their harsh notes. Nighthawk hastened over fields fur rowed by strange plows. He passed through red corn and wheat, heavy with beads of blood. What a sober change from the freshness of the morning! Only the murmur of the yet untainted wind mingled its soft cadences with the groans of the dying: and the silent, un changing stars looked down in wonder on the swift harvest of tire sword. Nighthawk, as he moved on, was not idle. Whenever the dress of a dead soldier showed that he was an officer, he stopped and with rapid hands robbed the corpse of watch, ring or purse. When he had collected a dozen valua bles. he hid them in some spot easy to be found, and continued his infamous work. The grizzly shadow of glory, this phantom of greed, hovered over heaps of slain like a familiar of the night. A little after midnight the Ghoul had reached a spot near “Dunker’s Church,” west of the turnpike, which marked the last success of the Federal troops. He was moving boldly but warily, for his profession, though common, was not favored, when he caught sight of a man whose actions argued that his business was the same. The Ghoul moved toward the new comer, and asked him how he was far ing. The stranger looked in th ■ Ghoul’s face with a vacant expression of love; it was clear that he was out of his senses. “I am General Blake,” he replied. “I am searching for my brother.” A strange chord seemed to vibrate deep in the ghoul’s herrt. “I, too,” he muttered, “am searching for my broth er.” As Nighthawk spoke the general had turned up the faces.of two men who lay a little distance apart from a group of slain. Nighthawk, w’hose eye had followed the poor alien’s movements, had no sooner caught sight of one of these faces than he sprang toward it. There was something strange about the positions of the two dead men. The younger one held a letter firmly clinched in his left hand, and it looked as though the older man had been killed by the other while trying to secure this letter Both, it was clear, were Union officers. An expression of almosthuman interest I came over Nighthawk’s face. He seized the letter, and, with the eye of a cat,read its words. He trembled violently. “Is there a God in Israel?” he muttered. He , searched the body of the second officer, and found his name, Colonel Gallatin, on his letters. He placed the letters of both in his pocket, but did not offer to further rob the dead. Then, through the small hours of the night, he stood like a statue watching the two faces. When the morning dawned the expression on his own face was no longer that of a wolf. He had spoken but one word, “perhaps.” At daybreak, with a step that defied fatigue, he was making his way swiftly toward Washington. On reaching that city he learned where Colonel Gallatin lived, and at once pre sented himself at the door. “Tell your mistress,” he said to the servant, “that I have news of David i Double.” In answer Mrs. Gallatin ran down the stairs and drew the strange guest into the drawing room. Without a word he placed the letter in her hand, and looked in her face. It was a face which told of many joys and sorrows. No sooner had Mrs. Gallatin read the letter than she darted upon Nighthawk a look that forbade disguise. “David, forgive me!” she cried, and sank at his feet. It was a strange sight, j the lady in rich attire kneeling to the Ghoul—a sight that would almost call for explanation on our present stage. The letter was simple and contained , but these words: “To-morrow I shall be free. I shall fly to you on the wings of love. David I Double.” “Edith,” said Double, looking sternly at the woman at his feet, “you never re ceived mv letters” “Alas!” she sobbed, “they showed me letters from the warden of your prison, saying that you had been killed in try ing to escape.” “Forgeries!” cried Double, fiercely. “I fell sick at the news; but I did not doubt. They took me airroad; and long afterward, thinking you were dead, I married ” “Your husband “I have no husband." “You say true,” said Double; “Col. Gallatin was killed yesterday.” “He deceived me; ho was never my husband,” said the widow, fiercely. “And your father!” asked Double. “He, too. is dead,” she said, bursting into tears. “On hisdeath-bed lie begged me to forgive him. Had I known. 1 should have, refused.” She sank upon a chair and covered her face with her hands. As Double stood looking at the weeping lady, the pictures of his youth, so near and yet so far, stole softly before him. The son of a Scotch Presbyterian minister, at fifteen he had been left without kith or kin. He had emigrated to this country and became a banker's clerk. At twenty he had met a beautiful girl, Edith Tappan, and conceived for her an idolatrous pas sion which was returned. Her father, a large merchant, had, in the frenzy of a panic, forged notes to tide over a sudden danger. Double had inherited the idea of self-sacrifice, and to save his be trothed's family from ruin, declared himself the forger. His sentence had been light, and he was to marry Edith and go abroad with her under a changed name, as soon as ho was free. Before that period, as it now appeared, Edith's father, and a rich admirer, Col i onel Gallatin, successfully conspired to make her believe him dead. A yeai later she had married the colonel. A day before his release Double had given a prison mate, whose escape he bad aided, a letter to Edith. This let ter the rascal had not delivered, but, on seeing how the wind lay, had kept it to blackmail Colonel Gallatin. He had forced the colonel to give him a com mission in his regiment. It was the colonel’s effort to steal this letter from its wounded owner that led to the col onel's death. The blackmailer, in his struggle to retain it, had drawn a pistol and shot the colonel through the heart. The effect of what Double thought Edith’s treachery upon himself had been terrible. His fall was as great as his height. He took a strange pleasure in whatever was foulest and most debasing. Since his release from prison he had never seen Edith till on that recent day at Washington. But Mrs. Gallatin looks up. Explana tions, mingled with tender words, fol low. It seems to Double that the evil years of his life are peeling off like dead layers of bark from ij tree. As they were speaking a boy of four ran into the room. “What is his name?” asked Double. “David Double,” she answered. “I now see why he never called his son by name.” The wanderer burst into tears. A year later they were united in mar riage, and no one recognizes in the modest philanthropist of to-day the mis anthrope of yesterday.— John Swinton's Paper. A Mountain Lion Killed by a Horse. A communication from Lander, W. T., gives an account of a battle between a Black Hawk stallion and a mountain ’ion. The stallion was owned by Charles IL Ferguson, a well-known hunter, camped on the banks of a tributary of the Wind river, up in the mountains. He had selected a small bunch of cotton woods as his temperorary home. These gave him both shelter and firewood. A little distance from the camp there stood an enormous cottonwood, apart from all olhers, beneath which he picketed his stallion. One night recently Ferguson was aroused from a sound sleep by a neigh from his stallion. The sound seemed to be one of rage rather than alarm, and hastily arising Ferguson is sued from his tent and looked in the direction of the horse. The animal was standing in the lull light of a bright moon and seemed to be intently regard ing an object in the branches of the tree. As Ferguson’s gaze followed that of his horse the branches were violently agi tated, a wild yell was heard, a dark ab ject hurled itself through the air, and the horse had an enormous moun tain lion for a rider. The horse sprang madly in the air, uttering a scream little inferior to that of the lion in shrillness and savagery. Though he returned to the ground again with a tremendous concussion he failed to shake the lion from his firm position. Dark spots of blood now appeared on the stallion’s shoulders and neck. The lion was tearing his way to the jugular. The horse apparently realizing his full danger sprang straight into the thick tangle cf boughs. The lion was torn from his bloody seat and cast backward with great violence. The stallion passed through and turned to confront his foe in the open space beyond. The lion speedily recovered himself, and sprang once more into the branches, and from thence made another leap to ward the horse; but he missed his aim. The lion began a series of circles nearer and nearer the horse, and finally made another leap. With the rapidity of thought the stallion changed front, end his hind feet, heavily shod, struck the assailant full in the breast. The stricken animal rolled over and over, giving vent to yells of pain and rage. Once more he made an attack. This time the animal rushed to death. The heels of the pow-1 erf<il steed were fairly between the green eyes, and the mountain lion's skull was I crushed. It had been fractured from side to side. A few convulsive strug gles, a stiffening of the powerful limbs in death, and the stallion stood victor over the corpse ol the lion. Ferguson took the skin of the lion home as a trophy. “Lynch Law.” A curious fact is that although the ! lynching of Henry Mason, colored, recently for the murder of Mr. Ham-! mersley Is the first occurrence of the ; kind in Campbell county, the very name of “lynch law” was derived from a native of that county, old Colonel Lynch, who was in the habit of administering sum mary punishment I,•marauders and mis creants of every description wiihout pay ing any attention to the ordinary pro cesses of law. Hence he was called “Judge Lynch,” and this, it is said, is the true origin of the terms “lynching” \ and “lynch law.”— LynMrirq (Va) .News. f Sheep husbandry is sb adily declining in France, the present number of sheep and lambs being less by 11,000,000. I Mutton is imported from Germany, Al geria and Eastern Europe, and sells 20 per cent, higher than beef. A HIDE TO DEATH. Friglitrul Fall of Nerenlenn Horse* and Kideraon a Hacerourae. The Australian papers give details of a dreadful accident in the Caulfield cup. The race was a handicap of 1,500 sov ereigns. and the distance one mile and n half. Forty-one horses went to the post. One or more of the runners fell as they camo racing up the straight, and I no fewer than seventeen horses and jock eys were in a few moments struggling on the ground, in a seemingly inextricable mass. The following extracts are taken from the Adelaide Advertiser: | “Suddenly a shout rent the air, a gup was made in the centre of the flying ranks as though a park of artillery hud opened fire upon them; down went a cluster of horses—of horses and riders— on came others on top of them, and shrieks, yells and cries told of a sad dis aster, while another section of spectators who did not see or could not realize the extent of the calamity, were singingout— , 'Britisher wins; no, Marie Louise; no, Grace Darling—Grace Darling.’ Where the horses and riders wore heaped pell mell, ready hands were quickly at work to extricate the poor lads from their dangerous position. No less than seven, teen horses had been brought to earth, and the scene while it lasted was a terrible one. Some say it was Tom Brown, other Too-Too, and some again aver it was Claptrap who caused the disaster and was the first to come down. It was pretty certain, however, that Sardius was the second or third horse to fall, poor Wyman pitching heavily on his head. Then fell Lord Exeter and his rider. The unfortunate rider, Donald Nicholson, was seen for a moment to struggle upon his feet, when crash into him came Prince Imperial with a shock that knocked the horse’s teeth down his own throat, and struck Nicolson lifeless to the earth. On came Mozart, Despot, Winchester, Kingship, falling over and over their riders, who were cither thrown out of the saddle, crushed beneath their weight, or kicked by the horses in their struggles to regain their feet. It was in this melee that the riders Cracknell, Wy man, and McGrath sustained their sori, ous injuries. Nicholson was pulled out from beneath two horses a shapeless mass, with features so pounded and mu tilated as to be unrecognizable, and just enough life within him to breathe his last gasp. Yeomans had a most unfor tunate escape with Welcome Jack. ‘Thank God I am back again,’ said the crack horseman. ‘I never had a nar rower squeak in my life.’ It appears that he saw two horses down on the ground in front of him, and rising Wel come Jack with both spurs in his sides, he jumped him right over them, and in landing cannoned against other horses, Welcome Jack going down on his nose, but ho ultimately shied away to the right and cleared fuither danger.” "The placed horses had scarcely been weighed in when a melanaholy proces sion of dead ami wounded men was car ried to the jockey’s room. The first to be brought in was M’Grado, the rider of Tom Brown, who appeared to be very badly hurt, and then the lifeless body of poor little Nicholson appeared, and he I was succeeded by Cracknell, the rider ol Kingship, who was so severely injured ■ that h's ease seemed a hopeless one. I McGrath, who was on Prince Imperial, | and Wyman, the ricer of Sardius, were i next, and they were both insensible. “A brief examination revealed the fact , that Nicholson had been dead for some minutes, and that ( rat knell had his j breast bone broken, and had received other internal injuries, M’Grade had a broken shoulder ami nose, and was in- | sensible; Wyman, who was on Sardius, I , sustained a fracture of the skull; . McGrath, who rode Prince Imperial, was suffering from concussion of the brain; Winchester’s jockey, Huxtable, was in sensible, and had a nasty wound on his face; and Toomey, who rode Urara, who was killed, was very badly hurt indeed. Moore, Ellis, Ivemv, Hutchens and Mor rison who were riding I,ord Wilton, Despot, Impulse, Country Boy and I Sirocco respectively, escaped with a severe shaking each, but Frahm and T. Brown, who were on Claptrap and Too- Too and fell in front of all the others, escaped without a scratch, and the former won the last racoon Merritnu." Ingenious Rascality. Roose, Henshaw & Co., butterine manufacturers, of Chicago, noticed lately that the amount of oil rendered from a supposed fixed quantity of leaf lard which they bought of the Inter national Packing company at the stock yards was a good deal larger some days than it was others. Detectives were ' employed to investigate the anomaly, j and arrested Jack Matters, a man em- I ployed in the butterine factory; Thomas Parker, a butcher; Harry Evans, who owned Parker's shop, and a fellow named Jack Curtis. The four men were the 1 contrivers of an ingenious scheme by ' which they have swindled the butterine firm out of at least $1,500. The firm takes from the packing company 10,000 pounds of leaf bird every day, and it was Flatters's duty to haul the stuff from the stock yards to the butter iue factory. The lard was weighed at the stock yards and again for the but terine firm in North Wells street. After leaving the stock yards Flatters would drive to Parker’s shop and there leave 350 to 400 pounds of the lard. Into the cavity thus made in the load Evans and Curtis would crawl, and. covered up with a tarpaulin, be weighed with the lard at the North Wells street place. Then the load would be driven around the coiner, where the two men would climb out and run away. The thieves grew fat ana lazy on the profits \ of their stealings and neglected now and then to remove part of their load. On those days the load of lard would yield an excess of oil. All the thieves con. fessed when arrested. “Will and Way.” Be up and doing While you may, Where there’s a will, You’ll find away: Finan-I*l 'rouble Qui> kly flies Away from men Wlio advertise. To re liters of this sheet, Eu-n .-/<..-k Make known the goods All buyers seek, And very noon Your clerks will think They have not Hardly time to wink. SELECT SIFTINGS. An electrical signal travels at the rate of 16,000 miles per second. A human life is lost for every 50,000 tons of coal mined in the anthracite regions, Boston dudes import shoes from Eng land at a cost of 825 per pair. They are said to bo hideous in appearance and rough in finish. Ex-Governor Washburn says that Lisle Smith, a political orator of the 1860 campaign, was the first man who called Abraham Lincoln “Old Abe.’’ It appears that a wisp or small twist of straw or hay was often applied as a mark of opprobium to an immodest woman, scold or similar offender. Some persons have a defect of smell analagous to color blindness, according to Dr. Carl Seiler. In one case violets smell like garlic, everything else smell ing normally. It was once a prevalent notion that sighs impaired the strength and wore out the animal powers. It was also an ancient belief that sorrow consumed the blood and shortened life. All the underclothing of the mikado of ~Japan is made of a peculiar soft, white silk; and as this “Son of Heaven” never wears a garment twice, nor one that has been washed, he consumes a great amount of this material; but it is not wasted, for the royal cast off gar ments are competed for as priceless pos sessions by his loyal subjects. The largest vino in the world is said to bo one growing at Oys (Portugal), which has been in bearing since 1802. Its maximum yield was in 1864,in which year it produced a sufficient quantity of grapes to make 165 gallons of wine; in 1874, 146 i gallons; and in 1884, only 79| gallons. It covers an area of 5,315 square feet, and tho stem at the base measure 0J feet in circumference. Tho wild duck is probably the most destructive of all tho enemies of the trout, for it confines itself entirely to feeding on the spawn. Always a glut ton, when a duck finds the spawning beds of trout in the small streams that feed the main water, it will soon devour thousands of eggs and shovel tho entire contents of the breeding places into its stomach, if not molested. Ono flock of wild ducks can easily destroy the entire breeding prospects of any trout in a short time. In the time of Queen Elizabeth boat baiting was still a favorite pastime, being considered a fashionable entertainment for ladies of the highest rank. James 1. encouraged the sport. On one occasion this king, accompanied by his court, to >k ths queen, th) Princess Elizabeth and the two young princes to the Towel to witness a fight between a lion and o bear, and by tho king’s command the bear (which had killed a child that had been negligently loft in the bear house) was afterwards baited to death upon the stage, in the presence of many spectators. A Braye Soldier's Death. Mason Mitchell, an actor, who was a scout in the Kiel rebellion, told this in cident of that affair to a Cincinnati En quirer reporter: One man who died up there deserves a monument. He was. a common soldier named Elliott. A sup ply train had been started for Battle ford, and I put alter it the next day. There were but three guards with it. Finally, ns I came out of some woods upon a plain, I sighted it, and, using my glass, saw the terrified train draw ng together as they were being rounded I up by au encircling band of howling In- I dians. Being only one man against a bundle 1 I sat still, with rille across the saddle ami watched. Away off to the right I saw Elliott, who hail been out for some distance, bearing back toward the train, riding with full knowledge of his death. Without lessening his gait as he came on he gave shots from his Winchester. At last it was emptied,but he rode on until they lassoed him and ho fell. While on the ground ho drew his revolver and gave them defiance while the charges lasted He was badly wounded, and I saw him shift his weap on to his other hand and with difficulty fire his last shot, (and then throw the empty pistol at the foremost man. They then went for him with knives and hatchets. The squaws now cut him across the abdomen and pulled his heart out. While this was going on others were digging a hole,ami into this they put poor Elliott head first, and buried him with his heels sticking out. With leis ure on their hands now for the first time they sighted me, and gave chase for six miles, when my gra n fed horse dis tanced their Indian ponies, and in the chase their shooting was not- as accurate a i mine, for they never gave me a scratch. A Lover of Corpses. There is a gentli man in Macon whoso business is that of a bookkeeper, but his duties arc such that his services are only required for five hours every morning. This arrangement leaves him with all tho night and more than half the day to use for hims If. He is a bachelor, and I may say right hern that, he his been on the bachelors' list for a number of years. II) had a passion for corpses, broken limbs, cuts, bruises and ni shes. He will sit up with a corpse nil night simply lor an opportunity to gaze upon tho ghastly I Ince and study the immovable teatures. His room is a museum of grinning ! skulls, mummified hands and fret, bits of rope from murderers’ gibbets, bullets dug out of flesh, splin ters from dreadful railroad collisions, empty bottles that once contained sui cides’ poisons anil numbeiless other things that have been collected from time to time from coroners, medical colleges and everywhere. His library consists of works on death, poison, in finity, etc., besides sir h diainai as Lucretia Borgia, etc. The bedstead is the in tin feature of the room, and how any in in could sleep a night on it nnd not wake up n howling maniac is morn than I cun imagine, The headim nd i- i small gallows, mid reachoi within n f<- ■■ "" hesof the ceiling. From the cross ,ar h mgs the rope, the noose jf which hangs within reach of the sleeper. Il serves to draw up or let down the mo quito netting. The foot board of the bedstead is in imitation of the guiloline, ami to make the imitation more perfect a basket of skulls is placed jut under the knife. A more horrible j resting-place than this lied Inoversaw. • Muon (Ha.) Telegraph. FATHER TIME’S BIG CROP. DZAXB'R SWXVXEG MARK* Detß'ZTa TBS FAIT TEAR A ' rar Aotntile for til® til iintrl»t»-» *len Whik ISav® nioit —Oinr Own l and u Heavy Sutterer. Tho year 1885 will long stead promi nent in public memory because of the many noted people of every piofession and station who passed from one world to the other. A,|iiong ministers who departed from tiie scenes of their earthly tabors were Bev. Dr. N. 11. Schnuck, of Sr. Ann’s, Brooklyn. January 4; Bight Rev. John Jackson, bishop o'' London, January 3; Bev. Dr. Whedon, editor for forty yeaia ol the Met lie: 1 at Quarterly Renew, June 8; Right Rev. George Moberly, bishop of Salisbuty, July 23; Right Rev. J. B. Woodford, bishop of Ely, October 24. and Archbishop Bouget, of Montreal, June 8. Among those who held, or had held, public position, were ex-Governor Abbe Coburn, of Midne, January 3; Prince Auarsperg, premier of Austria, in 18/1, January 6; Prince Orioff, ex-premier of Russia March 29; Earl Cairns, April 2; President Barrios, April 4, ex-Govcrnor Conrad Baker, of Kansas, April 28; ex- Governor G. O. Walker, of Virginia, May 11; ex Secretary o* State Frederick T. Frelinghuysen, May 20, and ex-Gov ernor Thomas Talbot, of Massachusetts. October 6. While of those who were famous for their titles and positions tho world misses the young Texan cattleman, the car! of Aylesford, January 13; Lord Avenmorc, famous years ago as tho defendant in a noted breach of p-omise mit, Feb. 16; Rear Admiral G. H. Pre ble, one of the family noted in American naval history, March 7; Admiral Cour bet, June 13; the German commander, "-.ron von Manteuffel, Juno 17; 8. L. Phelps, United Stales Minister to Pern, June 24, and the Duke of Abercurn, Nov. 1. Other deaths were Myra Clark Gaines, lie wcrld-faraous litigent. Jan. 9: Isaiah iynders, once famous as a New York iemccratie ward worker, Jan. 13; Jamas Chestnut, United States Senator from South Carolina when that State seceded n 1861, Fob. 1, S. 8. Mor., ill, tho wealthy railroad magnate and long gen ural manager of the St. Paul system, '’eb. 7; Leopold Damrosch, St., the operatic leader, Feb. 15; F. A. Drexel, the noted Philadelphin bunker, Feb. 15; Cornelius B. Garrison, May 2; J. H. Ritter, p enidentof the New York Con tra’ Railroad, June 12, and H. B. Claflin, the famous merchant, prince, Nov. 15. The newspaper profession suffered few sivers losses during the year. W. M. I Connelly, founder of the Baltimore Her ald. died Jan. 12; I. W. England, pub -1 slier of tho New York April 25, and Stanley Huntley, famous as “Spoop endyke” of tho Brooklyn Eagle, July 31. The most famous artists to die were I ouis Jenkins, March 13, to whom may bo nlded an artist in (mother line--SirJu -1 us Benedict, June 5, the well known musical composer. Among authors may be noted Edmond About the successful French writer, I J inuary 17; T. S. Arthur, whoso moral tides had such a wide range of renders, A arch 7; Susan Warner, author of “The Wide, Wide World,” March 18; Richard Grant. White, tho griunnuirian, April 8; IHchard Moncton Milnes, Lorjl Hough’s ton. August 11, Victor Hugo. Muy 21, \ and Henry W. Shaw (“Josh Billings”), October 23. Richard'l'. Merrick, June 23, in d Emery A. Storrs, September 12, are famous lawyers who have passed from ' enrih, while William Sharon, tho mil lionaire cx-Scnator from Nevada, was 1 ai other to become a denizen of the silent la id, November 13. One ox Vice-President -Schuyler Col far, February 3; and the last elected Vice President, Thomas A. Hendricks, November 25, died suddenly during the ye ir. Englaid lost three of her prorni neat generals during the year General Gordon, slain February 10 at Khartoum, and General Earle and Stewart, also victims of the False Prophet's rebels. Germany lost a prominent officer of tho war with Franco .’rinco Frederick Charles, June 15 <)no of the pulpit landmarks of New York <. as removed in September in ihn dei.th of I'ev. Stephen H. Tyng, Sr., per haps 'he most ..oted Episcopa'an divine in the, 'i u!topo)i», :a ! another in the dettli of ardina! McCloskey -October 10 -Hie inly American prince of the Ro an i l >rho!'c cl uri'i. 1 .-on: the ra.iks of t<>e stage the lead ing death of he year was that of Vir gin in, John McCullough—November 9. '1 wo note 1 Federal generals of the civii wai also died the past year —General Irwin Me-Donald, Union commander at the first battle of Bull Run, and George B. IcC’elian, October 30. I'i royal circles the only death was tha of King Alfonso, of Spain, Novem ber 3). V i lis.m H. Vanderbilt, tho great rail roai ting and probably the richest men in t u world, fell dead December 8, and is tl e most prominent representative of wea 11 who K'lccumbed to death during 1881. Bn. in the interest and regtet, sorrow and homage it excited through! t the worl i, the. death of General Grru’.,.; mer ica’s foremost soldier nnd first citizen, toweri high nbo<e all others in the mor tuan record of 1885. An Odd Test for Leather. Fi.: testing the quality of leather for bclti i Mr. Eitncr proposes the follow ing simple method : A small piece is cut out cut of the belt and placed in vine gar. If the leather has been perfectly tannii 1 , and it therefore ol good quality, it wi I remain Immersed in tho vinegar, even or several months, without any othei change th n becoming of a little darkt color. If, on the contrary, it is not w> II impregnated with tannin, the fibers '4ll promptly swell, nnd, after a short ime, become converted into a gclatii oiis mass. -Chieajo ’limes. A | i rty who discovered an nlum cave in Ell i' county, Nevada, explored the openi. ; with candles for a distance of fifteer or twenty feet, when they came to ncl umber of considerable size, but of irregular shape, the top, sides end of wl ich constituted n crysts vz--(i alum. pendant st:;l --the appearance of a fairy