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«p 19^ THE ARREST OF MI88 CABE. Set EBclAnd The Incident which haa BolUnc. Mr. Newton ii a hard-worked magistrate who baa the mibfortune to preside over a court the atmoephere of which is satarated with moral effluvia. It is therefore not to be wondered at if occasionally his decisionu •re such as to make men marvel who are less habituated to the poisoned air of Marl, borough street. Bat even when we make allowance for his vitiating; environment, we can see no excuse for the way in which he dealt, yesterday, with the charge brought against Miss Elizabeth Case, whose treat- ment, judging solely from the reports in the morning newspapers, both at the hands of the policeman Endacott, and the Police Magistrate, Mr. Newton, sttems to have been simply abominable. Here are the facts, taken from the report in the Standard : On Tuesday night, at quarter-past i^ o'clock, Mias Case, a modest looking, neatly dressed young woman of ii, left her lodg- ings in the neighborhood of Oxford street to make some small purchases for herself. Miss Case was forewoman in a large dress- maker's establishment, near Oxford street. She had been in her situation three weeks, and during that time bad never been out of doors until the uight before last, when with her employer's assent, she went out to buy some things. Bhe walked along Tottenham Court road and Oxford street, and then round by Jay's mourning ware house in Kegent street. On her return she was making her way through the crowd, when Police Constable Endacott took hold of her arm. Startled beyond measure, she asked him what he wanted, lie replied by accusing her of soliciting prostitution, and forthwith ran her into the police station. When the police constable was sworn he declared that he saw Miss Case, in com- pany with another woman, whom he did not identify or produce, stop three gentle- men in succession, the last of whom, the constable said, complained in her hearing that he had been stopped three times in tne streets since he had left church, and that he was glaa ohe was in custody. That gentleman was not produced, and no evi aence whatever was tendered in support of the constable's evidence. Three specific ofifences were alleged to have been com- mitted at three separate places with three different men, but not one of these men was produced in court. The whole charge rested upon the unsupported oath of one policeman. Then the lady who em- ployed Miss Case entered the box. She said she was the prisoner's employer. She had a large establishment near Oxford street, and the prisoner was her fore- woman. (The rest of the evidence weqaote textnally.) The policeman has been to my house about it, and I consider that he made an improper accusation against my fore- woman. He said, " I want to know where your lodger is, as she has been walking the streets for an improper purpose." 1 told him she was not doing such a thing. Mr. Newton â€" 1 think she was. The employerâ€" Oh, no ; it is ijuite a mis- take. She has never been out of my house before. Mr. Newtonâ€" She was out last night. Stand down, if you please. The employer â€" I say she was not out for •uch a purpose. Mr. Newton â€" I say yea. The employer â€" I do not understand what yoa mean. Mr. Newton (addressing the prisoner) said ; New, just you take my advice. If you are a respectable girl, as yuu say you are, don't walk Hegent street and stop gen tlemen at 10 o'clock at night. If you do you will be surely fined or sent to prison, after this caution I have gven you. The prisoner left the icourt with her friends. Now. here we have a Magistrate declar- ing, on the unsupported testimony of one police constable, that a modest-looking young girl, whose employer gave a perfectly good account of her presence in Uegent street at that time, was a prostitute plying for hire. It seems to ba enough for Mr. Newton that a young woman is in Kegent street at half-past 9 at night for him to believe any statement made by a policeman as to her misconduct. This is a monstrous ruling, against which weoannot too strongly protest. Kegent street after half-past 9 is practically set apart for prostitutes, and all decent girls who have to pass tnrough it if they stop a man, even to ask their way, •re to be fined or sent to prison. The mat- ter cannot stop here. Sir Charles Warren will do well to institute a searching inquiry into the conduct of the Constable Endacott. It Mis* Case had her companion with her, and she can swear to the facts, proceedings ought to be instituted for perjury without delay. It is intolerable that the liberty and character of every decent woman who passes through Kegent street at night is to be at the mercy of every police oon- stable on the beat. But this is the actual reeult of Mr. Newton's decision â€" a decision which that gentleman must look back upon to-day with grave regret.â€" PaU.WaW Gazette. The A(e of the Earth. In boring a well on the farm of Mrs. Sarah Williams, some five miles south of Colusa, J. C. Frazier, who has the farm rented, struck a piece of wood at a depth of 170 feet. The wood brought up by the auger was in an excellent state of preserva- tion and was pronounced " all oak." The place is only fifty feet above the sea level, so that the wood is I'iO feet below the ocean's surface. If it was sunk there when this valley was a lake or an arm of the bay it was in pretty deep water. How long since this piece o! wood was in » growing tree? The valley, of course, has grown, bat without some convulsion of nature the growth has been slow, not perhaps, over one foot per century. Then has it been 17,000 years since this oak tree grew ? In the shadow of the Infinite this is not loag, but measured by the history of man it is indeed a long space. â€" Caluaa I Cat. ) Sun. ^ When 8k Cares for an Sid Man. I asked her it it was possible for a yonng woman to care for a man much older than herself. " Yea," she replied, " if a man is honorable and occupies a good position in the world; if he is Bind, considerate and attentive ; it ha can take oare of a wife and is affectionate to her, theboaband com- mands the respect of the wife, and upon this foundation the struotare of a substan- tial and lasting life is bullded." â€" LouUville Poet. MRS. STUWE'S GREAT STORY. The A(ed Aathoreox T«IU How She Wrote " I'ncle Tarn's Cabin." "No, I write no more. I have done, I have done, I have done." Anything more pitiful, more pathetic, more tragic, cannot be imagined than the effect of the above few words, coming in broken and faltering accents from the lips of Harriet Beecher Stowe. That the bright intellect of the author of " Uncle Tom's Cabin " is undoubtedly shattered cannot be longer denied. " Yes, my dear, I loved to write, and began very young. I especially liked writ- ing short stories when I lived in Brans- wick, Me. For these I used to get $15, iiO and S25 â€" good pay ia those times. I never thought of writing a book when I com- menced ' Uncle Tom's Cabin.' I became first roused on the subject of slavery when I lived in Cincinnati, and used to see escaping slaves come over the Ohio from Kentucky. Ah. me 1 it thrills me even now, the sight of those poor creatures ! Now, a young girl, suggescing the lover, parent or brother for whom her heart was breaking in bondage ; again, the strong husband, aged father or stalwart brother. Oh, I must vrite a story to stop the dreadful shame 'â-  I kept putting it off, dreading to bring the characters to life, till the Fugitive Slave Law lashed me into fury, and I commenced what I meant to be a short story like the others. Bat it grew and grew and grew, and came and came and came. I wrote and wrote and wrote, and finally thought I never shoald stop. I did not plan the book as it turned out. I was only fall of the wrath, and the story built itself around it as I wrote. A publisher was waiting for a story from me. I told him the subject I had undertaken. He wrote, saying : • Yoa have struck a popular subject ; for heaven's sake keep it short.' I wrote in reply : ' I shall stop when I get through â€" not before.' He never got it, for I had to make a book of it. While writing it I was tilled with an enthu- siasm which transfused my being, knew no hindrance, no rival interest, no belief but in writing it. I had young children, was keeping boase and teaching school at the time, and never worked ao hard, but I had to write. Dinner had to be got, I knew. This had to be written, just as much â€" aye, and more, too. It was though it was writ- ten through me, I only holding the pen. I was lifted off my feet. Satisfied ? I never thought about being satisfied. When it was finished it was done, and relief came. I never felt the same with anythiua I after- wards wrote." â€" iLartJurd (Conn., Letter in Pitttbur;! lUiipatch. OTEB A BANK WITH A BUROLAK. Mr. Bleakly'nThrlllln* Eneonnter with a Midnlsht Visitor. A story of a thrilling midnight tussle with a burglar comes from Verplanck, New York State. For some weeks Tarrytown, Peekskill and other towns along the Hud- son have been visited at frequent intervals by marauders who have entered and robbed houses, and when pursued, have escaped in a small yacht in which their nocturnal ex- cursions are made. The gang numbers five men and asually includes a boy, who crawls through windows or transoms and opens the doors for bis pals. Wednesday uight they visited Verplanck and entered the houses of A. Bleakly, D. Tattle and two others. At Tattle's they secured a watch, but were frightened off at the other places without booty, one of their number barely escapir.g capture at the hands of Mr. Bleakly. Mrs. Bleakly, who has been ill, was aroused by some one fumb- ling under her pillo.v. She asked if it was her husband and received a muttered affirmative from the burglar. She detected the strange voice, however, and her cries brought Mr. Bleakly from a lounge in an adjoining room, where he lay asleep. He grappled with the intruder and » tierce struggle ensued in the dark. Mr. Bleakly finally succeeded in wrapping his fingers in the burglar's mustache, and was speedily subduing him, when the latter fastened his teeth in the captor's band, and freeing him- self, dashed through the door. Mr. Bleakly, though clad only in his nightrobe. pursued and again grappled the thief in front of the house. In the struggle which followed both men rolled down a steep embankment upon which the house stands, and fell heavily upon the rocks below. Here the burglar again broke away and disappeared through a neighboring alley. Mrs. Bleakly, who had arisen from her bed and followed her husband to the street, where she stood call- ing upon the neighbors for help, was thoroughly prostrated with fright and her life is despaired of. The thief is described as short and thick set, with a mustache and curly hair. Goo4l Advice tu Coutrlbiitors. Every now and then it becomes an editor's duty to say a few words to con. tributors, either privately or in his editorial columns, in regard to their methoiis of pre- paring manuscripts. It is. fortunately, no longer necessary to say " write only on one side of the paper, ' or " don't fold each sheet separately ; " for no one to-day com- mits these capital offences. Untidy manu- scripts, however, are still common. A private letter, bearing on this point, was written by one of cur editors last week, which ran somewhat as follows : De.iu Misk , â€" I am sorry that we canuat use the accompanying article. As 1 have written to you once or twice in a way not usual with an editor, I am tempted to go further and give you a little advice about the appearance of your manuscripts. If you will excuse my saying it, they are very untidy. It is greatly to your dis- advantage that they come into the editor's hands iu such condition ; he is always prejudiced at the start a,'{ain8t a manu- script that is rolled, or folded so as to necessitate a constant effort to keep the pages open sufficiently to read, and made up ot different kinds and si/.e8 of paper, or blotted and interlined to the extent of being rendered in the least illegible, or that is in any other way untidy. It is said of one well-known editor that he refuses to read any manuscripts that are untidy or hard to hold. The manuscript should be so prepared that the editor can put his whole thought upon its subject matter. That manuscript is the most welcome, perhaps, that is prepared from a pad of note paper size, and is sent iu an envelope large enough so that the paper need not be folded. Then the editor will a* least not be prejudiced against an article before he begins to read. â€" Iruiependent. A Smart Law7«r'» Succeiwful Trlc-k. Law is a very queer thing. Sometimes suggestion of a thing is enough, and other times even absolute proof is no good. Now, when a man dies while a suit is pending the attorney on his side can procure a post- ponement by saying he's dead. That is how sensible people would pat it, but the law calls it " suggesting the death of the plaintiff or defendant." An attorney some time ago was making that common fight against justice by postponement tactics. He had about got to an end of his tether, and felt very blue about it. It seemed inevitable that the case must be tried. He was on hand when the case was called. .\ bright idea occurred to him. He got up and said : " May it please the Court. I suggest the death of the defendant, and ask an adjournment for two weeks." "Granied." When the case came up again there was a row. The attorney was called up. " What did you mean, sir," asked the Court, " by saying that the defendant was dead, when he is here in court alive and well '.'" " I did not say he was dead, may it please Your Honor. I merely took the law for it, which provides that counsel may suggest the death of the defendant. I suggested it." â€"San t'raneiico Chronicle. Paper aud UlaM Uouites. Chicago architects are discussing the possibilities of glass and pa;<«r as building material. Glass as a building material has many advantages from a sanitary stand, point. It is cleanly and easily kept unpol- luted by disease organisms or disease- pro- ducing filth. It is non-absorbent and will not collect or hold moisture, as is the case with wood or brick. It is a [)Oor conductor of heat, save that received from the rays of the sun, which for health purposes is the most valuable. Paper also has its advan- tages when treated by certain processes. It can be prepared so as to be fire- proof and water-proof, and as a non-conductor of heat it is invaluable. It is no idle hope which calls up a vision of manufactured articles from glass and paper which will fill all the rei|uirements exacted of the building materials of to-day. â€" Chicoiio Herald. Story of a Popnlar Song. Mr. J. M. Whyte, the evangelist, is now in the city, after a season of hard work in the Ottawa Valley region. Mr. Whyte is one ot the well-known Whyte brothers, whose singing of gospel songs touches a responsive chord in the popular heart, as is shown by the fact that they are in demand at revivals all over the Continent. One of Mr. Whvte's most touching songs is one called "Papa, What Would You Take For Me ?" whicn he has sung in many places. The music is his own, the poem being one of those literary wanderers which are con Btautly found going the endless " rounds ot the press. " Mr. Whyte tried to find the author of the poem, but could not for a long time. Another evangelist visited War- saw, Ind., and there the author found the wandering child of his genius in musical dress. He made himself known and baa since communicated with Mr. Whyte. His name is S. B. McManus, and he informs Mr. Whyte that the poem has been pub- lished in hundreds of papers in America, Britain and other countries, and has been translated into half-a-dozen foreign lan- guages. â€" Turonto Globe. Broken Needles Made Into Pint. Sitting alongside a lady in the elevated train the other day she bad occasion to adjust a portion of her dress which was fastened with a black pin. when the head broke in fragments and disclosed the fact that it was some kind of composition fastened on a broken needle. Curiosity led me to make some inquiries, and I fotmd that nearly all the black-headed pins in the market are made from needles which are broken in the factories in testing the eyes. Any one who has handled the black beaded pins has probably noticed their remarkable sharpness as compared with the ordinary white pins sold in the market. This is the I explanationâ€" that they are old needles. â€" Nev) York Tribune. SEEN ON THE HOl'SB-TOPS. Queer Features of Roof Life In Crowded ParU of New Â¥ark City. From the editorial rooms of the Mail arid Expreii the roofs of hundreds of houses may be seen spreading on all sides, some high, others low. Amid the wilderness of smoking chimneys, dapping clothes hung out to dry and interwoven telegraph wires is enough rubbish to fill in an acre of swamp land. Old kettles, broken bottles, bricks, shoes, boots, tomato cans and gar- bage make up the conglomerate heap. Th low -roofed houses seem to be th dumping ground for the tenements of highe buildings. In the tenement hoase district the condition of things is much worse, the people habitually throw the ashes anc garbage out of their high windows upon the roofs of th^djoining houses. The ten- dency so natural in simple country folk to toss their rubbish over a neighbor's fence had come to be a practice with the city peo- ple also. The countryman, however, has one advantage over his city brother: he can remedy the injury done him by tossing the rubbish back, whereas this is hardly practicable in the city. The only recourse left the injured citizen is to shovel it off into the street, or upon the roof of a house lower than his own. Roof life in New York is a curious and instructive study. Few know how many thousands of people do their work on the housetops, unobserved by passers in the streets. From the Mail and Exprem win<lows at least one hundred men and women may be seen on neighbor- ing houses busy with their various occupa- tions. On one roof several women are at their washing tubs, while others are hang- ing up clothes to dry. On hundreds of roofs long lines of clothes are flapping in the wind. The washing of this city is done upon the housetops. Besides the washerwomen scores of telegraphic line men are mending their wires. At night time they swarm with human beings. On the east side, where there are few or no public parks, the roofs serve as playgrounds for the poor. Workingmen gather in groups to smoke their pipes, or play dominoes and checkers. Women sit together chatting, while their children run about in play or sprawl at their mothers' knees. Every feature of park life at night may be seen excepting the green trees and the fountains. On some housetops little gardens have been carefully cultivated. Some of them have gravelled paths between the flower beds, where the people walk in the evening.â€" .Vfir I'urJk Mail and Expreu. * " Ooi'tor. Is My Heart All Klicht > " A family doctor tells the following amus- ing ^ory in the July number of i. /..«./;'< Miiinznw Professor Blank, of E . de- voted a whole week of the session to lectur- ing to his students on the subject of heart diseases. He had % private apartment opening off the class-room, to which he as wont to retire after he bad finished his discourse, in order to take off his gown and enjoy a little meditation by the tire. On the afternoon of the second day a modest knock came to the door. "Enter." said Professor Blank. And, hat in hand ap- peared one of his students, looking some- what worried and pale. " What can I do for you, Mr. M. 7 " " Nothing. I fear." was the reply. " Nothing on earth can aiu me. I have the very symptoms that you were to-day describing. Sound me and see, sir." The " sounding " was soon per- formed. " You're in perfect health as regards your heart." That was the verdict. .\nd Mr. M. went away happy. But hardly had the kindly old professor resumed his seat before another knock resounded on the door. " Come in. Well, what's the matter with you, Mr. C. ? " "I'm a dead man, " gasped Mr. C., looking wildly round as if he wanted to clutch some- thing. " I've got heart disease, as sure as a gun." " Not quite as bad as that, I trust. Take off your coat." .Vusculation and percuasion were speedily performed . then the professor laughed in C's face. " Sound as a bell, man. " he said. " Go home to your dinner, and don't be a fool." The doctor did not sit down again, however. No, he was afraid there would be more of them, so be hurried along through the quad and got into his earriagu. But he had two more visits at his residence on the same night from frightened students, and every dav during the remainder of that week he hail a visit or two of the same kind. On the following Monday he got on to fevers, and the students completely recovered from their cardiac complaints. Now, I do not mean for a single moment to dispute the fact that there is a good deal of heart complaint aboot, more in tact than there might have been in the early portion of the oentory, owing to the race for life and the rate at which the world runs, but I do mean to say that there are ten times more functional and imaginary cardiac ail- ment than there is ot the real thing. Natural Gaii and Settlnf Hens. The women in aild for eight or ten miles around Anderson are just boiling over with wrath because the terrible roaring of the immense gas well at that village has been more disastrous to the egg crop than the loudest thunder ever heard. Not an egg will hatch, and even the old hens refuse to lay, the noise being so great that the bid- dies become so bewildered that they cannot return to the nest, and even forget to put a •hell on the egg. â€" Uuncie Herald. A Crloff Dinner. The Scotch, unlike their English neigh- bors, make Sunday more a Jay of fasting than feasting. A young Englishman who had paid a visit to the northern portion of Her Majesty's dominions found this to be a fact, and his temper was not improved thereby. On being asked by his friends how he liked his visit to Scotland, he re- plied : " Oh, I enjoyed myself verv much, but I don't care for their Sunday dinners." " Indeed," said they, " and what did you get ?" " Nothing in particular," was the reply. " When I was in Crieff all I had tor dinner on Sunday was » walk round the church and a smell ot the flower*.' A Nsw Yorker bought a blue flannel •nit for \i. He wore the clothes on Satur- day, and his skin was stained by the dye. Nor was that all. On Sunday nervous tremors ssizedhim, and the tremors clearly were due to tbs dye. He reported the case, Boston hst • tailor apiropriate'y nam' d and the authorities are patting the cheap Bodkin. ., .. ,, cloth to a test. Mr. WIman'* New EnterprUo. Mr. Erastus Wiman has, it is said, bought the large and famous steamship Great Eastern. The price agreetl upon is rumored to be not far from $100,000. Those who are aajuainted with the facts say that Mr. Wiman is to bring the leviathan over here and anchor her near Staten Island. The Great Eastern is then to be turned into a monster place of amusement, and will include within its bulwarks a theatre, museum, variety show and restaurant. ♦- • An infant son ot George A. Perkins, ot Petrolea, s«t fire to its clothing while play- ing with matches last Wednesday, and was bnrned to death. The child's mother was also badly burned in trying to put out the flames. PRO CO.NFKSSO. Whoso writes ileliKbcful story. True and touchiug, full uf lore. Shall in bumaii uature s longing Hold a place (ur evermore. AH the docks and mossy harbor«, Where the sea-nhips oonie and go. Btill rehearse that ipell and pleasing Of the po^es of Defoe. Eldorado?â€" still we wonder Can there any Island lie Iu the west of life • attaining. Where our prime might never die ? Btill in secret depths of feeling rajH? Time's onwaril sp»i For the yuuth > remote transfusion We escajH? Time's onwar<l span : e youth » remote transfui ' " Stirs the vuIms of the man. Oh k COH-NKTSOLO. for a gun with a •eveu-inch bore, .\ll corefullv leaded and set. With its muzile in front of the sleepless youth Who tortures the brass cornet. Oh I for a club, and a stout one, The biggest that man could get, To knock the breath clean out of the youth Who tortures the brass cornet. A Consultation Ne«eeury. Physician (to anxious wife)â€" We have held a consultation, madame, over yoar husband's case ; he is a very sick man, and it might be well to send for a minister, think. Anxious Wife â€" Will one be enough, doc- tor, or would you advise a consultation ministers?â€" Li/e. MENTAL CLOl'DS. A Group of Curioos IllnstTatlon* of MIcit AITectluua. iTavidSwiu^, in the Cbius^o Journal.. The eclifM of memory which has sud- denly falltui <rpon the once bright mind o( a Chicago young lady awakens, indeed, widespread sympathy for the young beauty and her home circle, but il also compels us to perceive that the different faculties occupy different parts of the brain tissue, and thus a calamity to a beloved girl casta light u[X)n the physical basis of intellec- tual action. This lady awoke from a sleep and did not know her own sister or the other members of her family. Her mother lingered upon the borders of some well- known being, hut to her sister and brother and father she spoke as to strangers. Her language, her reasoning power, her happi- ness remained, but the world of persons had vanished, to be succeeded by interesting people, but persons who were unknown. Thus upon some part of the brain a disease had fallen, and the faculty which had for twenty years occupied that apartment was rudely evicted. It may be thtre is some part of the brain which is the seat of consciousiies<<, and that the little nerve which leads from the tne- mory of persons to that citadel of cod« sciousness has been injured, and that therefore no communication can be made from the suburb to the central city. Blind- ness results from some paralysis of a Uttle thread which runs from the eye to the brain, and while the eye itself may be per- fect and the consciousness perfect in ability, yet, owing to the injury to the intermediate nerve, the image on the retina cannot pass over to the consciousness. Seeing takes place in the dark caverns ot the brain, but the image cannot travel in the dark if the bridge be down between, for the abyss is bottomless. In the case of Miss L. the injury may be only to some nerve delicate as a spider's web. Nature may repair the injury, and the lost per- sons may all return suddenly as they departed. Generally such injuries are irreparable, but we are glad that they are not always so. Some years ago Mr. Frank Whetstone, of Ciucmnati. became suddenly deranged. He knew and loved all his friends, his city, his home, but his judgment was gone, and he was dangerous kiecause his love was liable to make him offer up hiuis< \i or some per- son to the honor of some one else. He was taken to the Columbus AsyVum. and after a tew weeks his reason came back, and came instantly. He saw at once that he was in an asylum. He sent for the Superin- tendent, and told him that bis perfect rea- son had come back. He was soon back among Ins friends and never suffered from a return of the malady. Kev. Marcus Ormond, of Oxford. O., was stricken instantly with the loss of his laugaage. He knew his children, wife and all bis friends, but he could uot recall the name of any one or of any thing. Language had gone. He was not dumb, but he did uot know what word to use. His world was all around him, but the names ol things had departed. Sittiug by his window one day. perhaps a month after the attack, he suddenly uttered the word " peach " to some biossoms which were near the window. He retained great physical power and all his reasoning faculties. The blight had fallen irpou the uoiimm oi things. Very slowly worus came back until he could count upon a hundred or two of terms, but he never was able to command words enough to enable him to resume any work as a public speaker. He must have lost thousands of these names in an instant ot time. There is no microscope that could have learned what nerve it was which thus became impaired and cut utf names from the central consciousness. After some boys had returned from a circus they attempted to rualthe gymnasts they had just seen, and they began with the handspring act. One lad fell rather heavily upon bis head and neck, aud deafness set in aad became total. The youth of (Bat happy hour in the circus is now a man of 'J4 or 'lb, but the world of sounds has left him never to return. He was a musician and can now play the piano for others, while to his own heart there comes no sound whatever from the instrument. Some thread was snapped in that moment of innocent play. Not all of the brain is made use of by the mental powers. A large part of it is, per- haps, only the hull of the nut or the bark of the tree. It may be the supply train which follows the working and fighting army. .\ Mr. Jessup, of Hamilton, Ohio, shot a Mr. Smith through the head just above the ear. The ball went through the head. But Mr. Smith not only did not die, but he suffered no particolat injury from the invasion ot his brain -chamber. He was put to bed and was expected to breathe his last m a few minutos bat he did not meet the public expectation. Thus, after we have chased the mind into the brain, w« are still iuuocant ot the part played in intellectual actnn by this or that part of the bulk total. Mr. Webster had a large brain, but we do not know what was the oflice of his extra ounces. They may have been supply stores which were led out to the toiling cells within. It is sad that th* bright and happy mind of Miss L. should now be found among these abnormal phenomena ot natare : it is pitiful to think that her sceptre of friend- ship has departed, and that, able and will- iug to love many friends, she has come to the sad pass ot not knowing a sister or brother from a stranger. Perhaps all this cloud will suddenly pass away and the loei will be found. Emotional New York Janitors. A tenant falls out ot a fourth storv win- dow and his brains are spattered all over the yard. Says the janitress to her has- band : " Ain't it too bad ? We had just clsansd the yard so nicely I" Ho Was Not to Blame, Tramp â€" Say, boss, won't you please help a poor veteran ot the war, an old, one-armed soldier ? Soothemer â€" What ! Help a man who fit •gin us! Trsmpâ€" I didn't fit, boss. I ma.â€" [he Judge. m Stowsw^ys trouble English steamers more this year than ever before. To find ten or fifteen of them is a common thing. They make friends with the men who loM the vessels and are put away wherever they can be secreted. In vessels that bring over brick the loaders will build up a little room around two or three men, and in several cases from a dozen or two dozen men have been thus secreted. Most ot them are tramps. They only remain in their hiding places till the vessel is well out to sea. when they make their appeari' ^ •noe, to be supported daring the rest of th» * voyage. i