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-- w*rw * i * & ' " 1 i&HeoFT PMUMeaie?. J, TAX SLTKK, WHUf A PiMU«. 3f-JIENBY. ILLINOIS "ft A FQ^TICAL CONTRAST. 1i 'Tojte Editor of the Detroit Free Press: -» HEW »uein« haw bean mom widely lead than JPoe'a "Haven, so peculiar in its stele and gloomy in its thought aiiU conception. For lung sears it has hung over (be human heart with a -dark, despondent chillneaa, and wnere sorrow and loss and disappointment bad found a lodg­ ment in a weak and Henaitive nature, it has made the gloom darker, the loea heavier and the diaap- iMigfcnept atiU^rrptOL Echoing, th»u«fa the and lonely hearts, the #?»**•<f Jurbeenttodeath-knell ••of AopeHhpt might have been nnned into re­ newed lile by a more cheerful faith and a brighter and happier visitant from " Aiden." W»thtbi8 view of the matter in his mind, my 1- H. Martin, D. D.. pastor of the Furnt Presbyterian Church of Atlanta, lias wrioen a oumpatiion poem, " The Dove," which i" 2r<;? J1 in,,re cheerful and soul-inspiring view of "* ' dear departed."' Instead of a dark-winged messenger ot sorrow and gloom, a bird of brighter plumage and sweeter voice comes back from " Allien" to the silent chamber of the be­ reaved lover. To all Christian hearts that look beyond mere literary excellence, this tender jtpem of faith and hope will prove most accept­ able. The L\)vcT! is 2. +hat «««!• HocomojenuHii'm from my poor pen, and 1 de­ sire only t > state that it comes before the public at my earnest solicitation, and After considerable -hesitation on the part of the accomplished au­ thor. 1 am sure that the joint study and com­ parison of the two poems--aside from their lit­ erary merits--will do your readers good. It can but serve to encourage and strengthen their faith •and whisper comforting Words to their bereaved • Jaxlanta, Chu 8ID«T HEBBKBT. -"lis "i' 5 THE DOVE. A Companion to Poe't Raven. BY REV. J. H. MABTIN, D. D. Once upon a summer evening, As I lay reposing, dreaming. While the twinkling stars were beaming. And vlieii' light van, faintly gleaming Through the window of my room, Suddenly beside my pillow. Like the murmur of a billow, Or the sijjh of weeping willow, 'Mid the shadow and the gloom; There was heard a gentle Bound, Floating on the air around. As an echo from above; Andi. waking, saw a dove Perched upon the whitened head Of a statue near my bed, And it wemed with feoft, low cooing My lone heart to soothe with wooing. Like an angel from the sky. Or a spirit hovering nigh. White I lay entranced and dreaming. Startled by the echo seeming I o be whispered from above, • jn;the starlight iaint.lv gleaming,' IVithita form of beauty teaming, . . 1 beheld the Bnow.v dove: With a thrill of wonder, gazing On the visitor, amazing, 1 demanded: " Who are you?" And the gentle bird of whttenesH, With its snowy robf of hriglitttm, w!t), u iam mint," lie said," "faim Aldtta, y a lair and iovct,v Htmiiwi, IV nil a ineaMtft1 llltlo Uli'n I am wiiiii' MI MOMUII> tillv ad IIich t riiiii iltMMir i«t Imitnw Mm* that thn« i»r tfti* atmliaWl For thy CIIM IMIUHI MUM I« I; , •••«, And tn*i IIIOI<KII|» (M HIM |« illMi" On a »>rigiii Hint ilMant itfiri And l«o»i>, her eiunt'i itiiv* With,a iiKNwtigc I nMII Hit liiva, W lin IK Ullillt fur «vt*i'|||ttftl. By thin Joyful now* ItaptiirtHi, mviatu<«t NHil iii'iijjlileil, 1. tin" MIOW V liihl atMiituNitib. Asked, with eariu>Nl voiee tiKjuirtagi What my MOUI M<*T ITOMRIIIUI Tliai her naute to m<< rxpr^Htag, He would net. my heart at r«**t Still the tumult in my breaat, And assure me thai /« y maiden, In the Mintant tielus of Aiden Waited for me on that shore ~ W ould be mine forevernioie. Then 1 spoke with ureaU r fervor, I, the maiden's ardent Jover: " Does my own departed live?" (To the bird of whiteness listening While m v eager eyes were glistening, For the answer he should give); Tell me, O thou carrier dove, Of m,v absent, cherished love, Whom I knew in days of yore; Has she passed the shining portal. Of die blessed land immottal, Going through the golden door? Does she move in lifihfc and splendor. Do the graces all attend her. On that fair and distant shore?" Words and tones and looks revealing All my depths of inward feeling, Moved, affected by my pleading, And my anxious questioR heeding. Thus the dove, my soul discerning. Answer made, these words returning: " in the distant fields of Aiden, On a blight, Elysian shore. Dwells a fair and lovely maiden, . _ And her name is Elmore; 'Slid the ilowers about her blooming. 'Mid the odors sweet perfuming Aii the balmy air around. She. arrayed in robe of wtatenesa. Walks an aigel in her brightness, V\ ith a wreath immortal crowned." Then tiiti bird, his wings unfolding, Left me^rig 1 lay beholding, Filled with transport and delight: With ;t soft, souorous coo, v, J Nodding, bidding me adieu, . Through the open window flew - ' 4>nt mto the gloomjr night. But the tiright, enchanting vision f ?Ot the distant licida lilysian. And my cherished Elinore, As a fair and lovely maiden. Dwelling in the land of Aiden, Is my light for evermore. = TJiMMt. shall1, my loved one greeting, At'o*xv luiure, early meeting. On that distant, radiant shore, i _ With ecstatic joy and gladness. Free from parting, pain and sadness, . • . Clasp again my Elinore, Call her mine for evermore! ni i \ ^ ̂ V «W£Ei: BELLS JAN«LEO." 4>THE firm of Sbiel & MacNeil is pretty A^cil known now in ihe printing line; btit, as the song says, \ ' When they began, they'd no meat in the pan;" 1 $nd before they were fairly on their * legs, so^to speak, MacNeil went and \ married " a lass withont a tocher." I Shiel had yearned over this extrava- ' ttrni'1' himself; and going down one d%y with his partner to the old place where they had learned their trade, • hearing from the press-room the pld sweet, familiar yoice singing the old sweet, familiar tunes, bhiei's heart throbbed to the measure, and he said to MacNeil, with a big blush on his broad cheeks, that he supposed his "partner had forgotten little Jenny '»Burke, but he, for one, would never forget her while the world went round, .and he was going in to see-her that very day. Whereupon MacNeil began to redden too, and led the way so read­ ily to the particular press that the wung English girl was feeding, and Vinny met his approach in such a shy, trembling, giad confusion, poor Shiel felt his heart suddenly faint within him, and stole away, after a minute or two, to be 'alone with & singular pang of desolation tliat had swept'•over hiui. -WJien MacNeil joined him, Shiel was himself again, but there was something U his face that led MacNeil to ask him what was the matter. Had he lost any­ thing? •4|jo--ves," stammered poor Shiel; tfien added, piteously: "Why didn't -yeu tell me, Mac, that you had kept on h Jenny? I thought it was a bar- we shouldn't think of marrying the business was well started." So it was, Shiel," said Mac; " bnt got. me wv iw i you know what a sweet voice she's g Deuoe take me, if it didn't haunt night and day. You don't know what it is to.hfnre a no harm in being cheered cry a song or two.' "Tush, man!" broke inSfei^* y Do you love each other?" > 1 " Tm afraid so, ShipL*f " Then the sooner she's out of that nasty press-room, the better." " If you'd board with us, Shiel, 5 |e- lieve we could save money by going to housekeeping; and think how nice it would be to have a snug iiigleside of our own!" Shiel winoed a little from this propo­ sal, but couldn't find courage to reject it; so they took rooms near their plqipe of business, and for the ftfet Ivielfe- month or 'so Mfcc's fiddle wM well known in the neighborhood. The boys dropped in for a chorus three nights out of four, and all went merry as a marriage-bell, till the feeble pipe of an infant was added to the refrain, which suddenly subdued all other music in its vicinity, to the immense delight of Shiel, who, not being able to raise a note himself, was somewhat tired of the melodious conceits of others. He did not know that the child's squeak was singularly low and sweet, and as it gained volume it also acquired melo­ dy. Shiel was disappointed to find the little girl an exact reproduction of her papa, but could not believe that the fates had willed she should share his weakness for music. He declared it was the monkey that mused her, where­ as the baby's soul wasgiven over to the hurdy-gurdy. Now I take this premature and strik­ ing proclivity as a misfortune. Infant prodigies are always more or less of a nuisance, and little Miss Jean's pre­ cocity grew to an alarming extent as the years weni by. The firm of Shiel & MacNeil flourished. Jenny saved the pennies, and the only extravagances were in behalf of little Miss Juan, whose waxen face could only tie coaxed into a glow by the aid of Nome sort of melody. And the older ihu grew, the wider her taste expanded, so that after a while a new piano was maneuvered and engineered up the stairs, and almost filled Jenny's little parlor. Many a iamiliar knick-knack had to go to theTvall or be tucked out of sight to make room for this mountain of mahogany. " It's a burnin' shame,41 said 6ne of the boys, " to give up the dear old fid­ dle for the jinglin' ol them ivory pup­ pets. Every new piece of Miss Jean s •ets a fellow's teeth on edge. One can't have any more fun at Mac's; he's hung up his fiddle and his bow; and for my part Fam sick to death of the infant phenomenon." ' 1 So were the rest of the cronies --they (#11 oft' one by one, and in a few years none were left but Shiel; he, poor fel­ low, sat night after night with his head Up against the wall, the music going in 'one ear and out of the other, till it seemed to him h<£%ad become simply a •ort of hoUow A melancholy tube jfor the accommodation of echoes. W hat could Mac do, who had alone kept pace with his daughter, and ap­ preciated to the full her remarkable proficiency--what could he do but long for a larger, fuller, prouder scope for herP The ceilings were low in their humble floor; the acoustic properties were entirely wanting in that cramped but dozy vicinity. Alas! alas! the nest was all too small for its full-Hedged in­ mates, and the neighborhood was not what it had been. Mac's business in­ creased day by day. He was getting to be quite a moneyed man; and really an authority in music. Busts of Beetho­ ven, Mozart, Haydn and all the rest stared poor biiiei iu the iacc. Look which way he would, the sightless balls df these old masters followed him. And Jenny, finding that the very' walls of the old nest were almost burst­ ing asunder, consented, at last, to move into a fine new house in a new neigh­ borhood, and have new furniture and new clothes, a new church and minis­ ter, a new butcher and baker, and, worst of all, some very superior and excellent servants, who took the whole establishment out of her hands and left her high and dry upon the banks , of prosperity, with nothing to do but to enjoy herself. And all at once she began to be most miserable. Mr. MacNeil and his remarkable daughter stepped out of their nest a3 the blithest, finest, most sagacious of b'.rds, left the worthless tenement that has served its purpose, and bc ^an forthwith to scratch and peck and scramble for themselves in the most natural and praiseworthy way. But poor Jenny stumbled at every step, and grew more featherless and forlorn as the years went by. Pretty she was, Vet; far prettier than her daughter; but this did not seem to win for her the admiration she most coveted. Poor Jenny would giaiiy have taken the pon­ derous form and heavy features of Mrs. Delancy Vere, could she have gained thereby that lady's severely critical taste and talent, or the long, bony neck of Miss Perry, if it could still hold those wonderfully-high notes which Mr. MacNeil so admired. Do what she would, the old accent that wus once so dear to her husband's ear still clung to her. "Don't say • vere'for'here/ Jenny," expostulated Mr. MacNeil; " and I'd rather do without anything at the table tnan the letter h, except when it's one letter too many." So Jenny began to '•peak only from sheer necessity. She never could pleaee her husband any more, do what she would, and didn't care to find favor in the sight of others. It began to be ap­ parent to .Jenny that she was a clog and a burden to her husband and her daughter--nay, to the whole world in' which they delighted to live--and there came a time when she resolved do longer to be the stumbling-block to their popularity. There was a musicale at the hoqse that night, and all thedoors were opeu. The halls were filled with flowers, some of them brought from the florist in tubs of wide dimensions; and Jenny, in a plain black silk, crouched behind one of these while Mr. MacNeil was bring­ ing his daughter down the stairs and into the crowded parlors. Mac's nose was high in the air; he was dressed in the finest of broadcloth, while the musical prodigy, who was now a well- grown young wom^D, swept along in a rustling white silk that the dressmaker wouldn't let Jenny do even the oording for. On they wenV and Jenny's heart swelled big with pride, then sank with mortifica&on* for two fine ladies her, leaning upon the arms of a good- natured-looking gentleman, began all at once to oavil at poor Jea»yr who had never in her whole life said evil of anybody. "The mamma appears to be invisi­ ble," said one of tlieui. " Theg say and thit 8heisshutup in the coal hole upon these occasions; and no-wond^, Vhen one thinks of the blunders of the poor creature." " Perhaps she's in the kitcheti," said the other. " I have heard that is where Mr. MacNeil first found her." ^ Then up spoke the good-natuifed- looking gentleman, and said that if she could make a good ragout there, her husband ought to rise up and cadi her blessed, for it was a finer accomplish­ ment than any he could remember; and one thing was Certain, she was a far prettier woman than most of them there that night. But Jenny did not hear this; and if she had, it would not have comforted her. A little later on, one of their old friends, the wife of a journeyman printer, in the dear old neighborhood of the forsaken nest, was startled by the apparition of a comely face, dear to the olden time of merriment and song, but now blurred with tears; and the tale she told, Mrs, M'Shaae antici­ pated every word of. "Mv poor bairnie," she said, "I knew how 'twould be when I saw Mac's way of going on. His stuck-up airs and his talk about strophes and sym­ phonies and outlandish heathenisms boded no good. But so long as I have a roof, you shall share it." But Jenny was independent, and soon got a situation far above the one in which she first saw her "husband. As luck would have it, the old rooms were just vacated. Mrs. M'Shane had most of the old furniture; so before the month was out Jenny was back in Iter html, but Mick-at heagrt, and apmetisaes ready to die. In the meanwhile we must run back a month to the scene of festivity where we left Mae with his head high in the air, and the skirts of the musical prod­ igy trailing full a yard behind her. Neither of them missed Jenny till the splendid repast was ready, and the guests were not disconsolate for the society of their hostess. But now, indeed, it was time for Jenny to take her rightful place; and with many an inward prayer that she would be as littleniaequal to tfie "occasion as eoafd be expected of her,, and a resolve to caution her only to speak when neces­ sary, and a certainty in his heart that she would at least bfe pleasant to look upon, Mr. MacNeil awaited his wife. 1 needn't say he waited in vain; afcd two 6r three of the servants not being able to find her, Mr. MacNeil, in high displeasure, sent Shiel off with an im­ mediate order for her peremptory ap­ pearance before Jiim. .Shiel hunted high and low, syid came back to his partner with a wild look of alarm in his face, and his now scanty locks al­ most on end. , "She's clean gone!--not a sigh of her!" he said. ' , , Mcr. MacNeil was more taad than grieved, for he knew she'd come in, he said, at the fag-end of the feast, and spoil everything. " She's run out somewhere for something," said poor Mac, little thinking of the nature of her errand. He made an apt excuse to his daughter, and the supper went on suc­ cessfully. Poor Shiel ate newr a mouthful, and his face was as white and blank as if he had seen a ghost; uut uuuuuy miiiueu oiiiei. iu (raih, Mac's own appetite was a little frus­ trated, and as the night wore away he was heartily glad to see the people trooping out to their carriages. When all were gone, a little up-stairft maid, who had been, always civil to poof Jenny, put a little note into Mac's hand, saying that her mistress told her not to give it to him till the festivity was over. Mac opencjd it with a trench bling, hand, read poor Jenny's scrawl: I'm gone for goodnnd-all, dearie. For a long time 1 ve seen tnat you and my darling iUuld were beyond me in everything* I CAN never get up to you; BO plea*>e forgive me if iatop by the way. God bless <and prosper yon, is THE prayer of jotfr faithful JENNY./ Mac handed it over to Shiel, -Und dropped into a ©hair as if struck by art unseen hand. The air was a little heavy with the breath of his artistic guests who had just departed, and the scent of the exotics sickened his nos­ trils; the big blaze of light grew dim about him, and all he could see for that weary minute was the sweet face of a young English girl he had. known and loved almost beyond his strength a long time ago. Shiel had read the note for the sixth time, his face growing more and more distracted and imbecile, and had begun to' read it over again, when Mac cried out, in a broken voice, "Could any vil­ lain be at the bottom of this, Shiel?-- could anyone have tempted her away?" "Never!" cried Shiel, indignantly. "I'll answer for that with my lite.® I know how foolishly faithful she was-- never an eye or an ear for anybody else. I know that by experience. Many's the time I've tried to console her myself for your indifference." " My what? roared poor Mac. " Your indifference and neglect, sir!" cried Shiel, now aroused to ttie pitch of recklessness. " She was a pearl of pur­ ity and sweet simplicity, but she was cast before swine, sir." "Shiel, you are always more or less of a fool," groaned Mac, "and now you're clean daft." But he listened to Shiel as he went on to give him a piece of his mind, and took heart as he gath­ ered in the evidences of Jenny's wound­ ed love. " She'll be back before twenty- four hours," said Mac, 4- and we'll all be the happier for this little bout." But iweuty-l'our hours went by, and forty-ei|cht; a. whole week passed away, and no Jenny came to lift the weight from Mac's heart. Shiel advised him to secretly consulo the police, at which Mac first revolted, then succumbed; but with no success. A fortnight went by, and even Shiel forgave every fault of Mac's, so deep and sincere were his sorrow and penitence. The musical abstraction of Miss Jean served in a measure to mitigate her grief, and an eminent professor had offered her the warmest sympathy and consolation a man can offer; but poor Mac hated the thought or sound of music now would have no "i-- of Shiel, which, indeed, nartook of so unwearied a nature that Mac clung to it as a drowning man will to a straw. At the end of a month Shiel declared that journalism was the only t hing left to them. He had held it, he said, as a dernier ressort, not wanting to set the tongues of the world that Jenny so hated wagging in her behalf; but her cruel obstinacy had left them no altern­ ative. _ "I see," said Mac--"the personal po!um$ in the tffrald+ Mal«e it us oniaing as you 'cam, S|i |t can't hold misery to come baafc a#i r ra&aage £be-)h«ney tu smash the piano, and forbid Jean's marriage to the professor, and tell her, Shiel, the house is ' cauld without her, aud my heart wearies sair.'" And here thte tears rolled out of his eyes, and a lump in his throat stopped his speech.*' « *4f» If £ " Nonsense, man,'4 said Shiel "Call you that journalism? Listen,here, sir. to the cunning touch of genkuHr^tfii lever that moves the world. ' AtiiS he read forth to the desponding*pH9ta^^a little paragraph from a newspaper, stating thfe deep regret with which they learned that the recent domestic troubles of the eminent musi­ cal critic Mr. MacNeil had not only prostrated him upon * bed of-iltaiess, where he mts now lying jn a entical conditio*, but tTii# his btiiftnifes afeairs had become hopelessly entangled, and there was a probability of an early sale of his household ettects for the benefit of his creditors. Among these articles were some musical curiosities, infor­ mation of which could be obtained of Mr. Shiel, Printing-House Square, Np. blank. " And now I must go to No. blank at once," said Shiel; "foxy ii| I'm «(it mis­ taken, this will fetch her within the hour," Shiel had no sfctyiet ffesk than tlieirl the door that sent hi# h6a?t thti in unison. Upon the ir^aliold he entiy saw a familiar little "tigt»iv7.,and heard a broken voice which the thick­ ness of no veil could disguise^ .She be­ gan to itfqhire ftbo^tAhe nivjre&al curi­ osities, while Shiel looked at her eager­ ly: He said not a word, but there was something in his lace so sad and yearn­ ing that Jenny began to sob. *<; •.! ? \,j' "Ls heso very sick, Shiel, dear?" she cried. 4'Oh, take me to him, wick­ ed Avoman that I am! 1 have killed-- I have killed him for whom I would lay down my life!" i ' She threw back her veil and put out both her little hands, and Shiel, on the spur of the moment, caught her iYi his arms, excusing the warmth of the re­ ception by the plea that he thought she was fainting. ' They found Mirfx4&ki!]|£«gl&!il w room, somewhat worn and thin, to be sure, and big, greedy, cavernous hol­ lows of grief in his face; but as he took Jenny in his arms, these hollows filled up with joy, and his w hole being seemed to dilate with, strwsgth and ** Surety you can't 'be so ver^,JT.Tr?nn, dearie?" whispered Jenny, looking coaxingly into his eyes. "I'm--I'm a little better," said Mac, sly$jHM»kif»g at poor 2$hieH #k£ k£»si}gr her again and again. "Then don't mind being a beggar, dear," pursued Jenny. " Let them sell what they will, they can't sell you, and WE 1MB in our old nest again." " And give over this fihe otie td iteall and her proicobui-- saiu mac. i* But the creditors--" cried Jenny. "There is the «nl* ti|an to wlkmijf owe anything i» tpeljafld,'* said a|>. pointing to, Shiel. * i #. i k & * * Jenny looked about her rather rue­ fully, and said to Shiel. " Cjm't we go back to theoid milt, S$i<e§?fjCan't we all go back j1" Shiel was hear the door, and caught Uptl^liet" hpuls fv g\ "TlieBe are mi: bifds in lM£fear%' nests," said poor Shiel, ancf I$f thtilsl <^ne at9g<Ah|r.-y/fqsr^r's H ^ ^ ̂ ̂ Some Accidental Jokes* Yi ,*-s i-. *• k IT has often been said that the best Youths' Dem&rtmenL bribed in Longfellow's "Wtffta." This plf$ WMsmokeaby M*Mfc*rt>r.tiou 2£k£X!Elll feidfather,f ff#jn 3* •* &aftfilTecl be: •u< I. -#*£1 •p.* li J iff Wl ^tirn-eaed-fo ..<j r.'.T And in the samnser sssaSttjss n Went dancing do*frlfce eteiL - * uWpMHM infMVle Men Tteaia*Ml^«iMsAd^W«Ml4i, « ^ » The snake basked in the sun. saw a group of Indian crooledtlmber maaei me^h spoons. The da ,Y»r»shootfn^ net cut ttffm imble main* little sports- slarwith ftorifc .twit * ?r:ji 'I, - - . f ru#adjui«aathtt«i4%,v Miie tbeaitfct^v* A? IOJ.II SI ' nmr>ma i -lio iittli one peept_ I MAMMA ACT ia A dteam About the quiet, 8Un-StCrf> V. i/QOMB AH^things lUdtraaiafteem. §he stept acaose the threshold;!; ^11 ; light'- 1 " m aauna aat ia • dcieiun: f ' Sightly ha.L she crept, ^ dog upon the kit lay utillp' And stil.fthe kittvalept, » ient BMDE hef mother S knee To try her wotidrom^pell Waiting she stood, till all at at ottoe, t. t Waking, mrunma cried " NelW v Wliei-e have yon been? Whyrijjyou !|1. fo-xl.J' tAay wiut?h .jji'it iaiariii' bv * hi their mother's arms «nd s6itse*i till cideht, a»<T tftis'^ c^toiiff'the "casM U»ey spout- water iike baity whaks, and with prdpbr names. s liftentiifna^T ' 5 " " bulls1' have ever been more complete than the grave official entry in a list of Scottish landed proprietors: a4John Elder, the younger, in right of Mrs. Margaret Husband, his wife." The worthy country gentleman Who, eight years ago, taunted the leader of the En­ glish opposition with looking like "a tox that had fallen into a niV* vas as much astounded as any one at the roar of laughter which greeted this uncon- scous pun upon the names of Mr. Pitt and Mr. Fox. The three Ijfesf dOvelfcors of the Don Cossacks nave chanced to bear names which respectively signify Fire, Flood and Fiend. In the list of the English Navy for fche4a<it*®entury th« readerVeye is still startled by the sight of the frigate Yeng<§aqc$, |W% manded by Capt. Heath, vfith a Firit: Officer called Willtaxn Devil, and a aul-f geon bearing the pleasantly suggestifef name of John Ghost. But af aii iiae authentic cases of this kind, the most singular is one which occurred at » wayside tavern in the West of England not many years ago. Three roistering commercial travelers niettfjng tyiers one winter evening, had a hearty ca­ rouse, together, as a matter of course. Supper over, the three found some dif­ ficulty in allotting their re«p^|im share! of the bill; out one "Of tftem at length cut short the dispute by propos­ ing that whoever had the "oldest name" atnong them should *£o SWOT free, the expenses being halved by the other two. Tnis amendment being promptly accepted. No. 1 produced a card inscribed " kiehard Eve," which No. 2 trumped with " Adam. Brown," The No. 3, a p artly veteran with a humorous gray eye, laid down his card, with the quiet 'confidence of a great General making a decisive movement, and remarked with a thick Ohttckle, " i don't much think you'11 beat this'un, gents." ^.hd he was right, for; the name, wag "Mr. B. Ginning."-- Times. --In England; a t£ny thtfead( of gold supporting a solitaire <Kamond is the f a v o r i t e e n g a g e m e n t r i n g . ( ( " , * , ( f At me with such strange eyes > " Bvt can sou see me, mother dqar ?"* in iA iTx>r Nelly laltoring; cries. ^ , . 3 ith fairy fwrn-aaed lined, } t j • • <r%- .1 'Mid tofw* np into the air" " " ' * ' . .• '.jA little nowdery oiond, - .f't#'1 And frowns upon it as it falls,iW •. M .'•And murmurs hslf aloud, '**»»«•» *lmt » ."It,wasn't true, a w*.rd of it, .. • About the magic spell! " Jinevw will believe aaahi.t " ,•«<»•*?• > What fairy stories tell!" , , v ., -PWi» V;tihrter, in sf. Xlcholas for Stpietnber 1 » • • •' , * t >) ^-4 .M tflOJIPiNY'S HHTK1T OTfNi . • -- , v- . ' r--, /?• : .y-v ; f Tpvy ' vflai ^o take a hatht. I hate to take a bath!" grumbled Johnny, rubbing his eyes and shivering. "I wish I was an Indian, so I shouldn't ever Ipave to feel a drop of water. Td rather be a Nez Pecces prisoner, I sfey, at r ort jLeaveuworUi, than a soap-and- Water white boy--you hear thatP" "A very mistaken wish, my untidy little mrin, ' saifl Johnny's uncle Jack. " If j'ou were a Ness Perces prisoner at Fort Leavenworth, you'd have to taktp a bath, a sweat bath in an oven, and then leap out through the. air, and plunge into the turbid waters of the Missouri River every nidrning of your life, rain or shile, hot or cold, sick or well, so long as you had strength enough to keep yourself from $ siakiag &e bottom of the river." ,, - , Jbhnny exclaimed in amazement, •'•I- thought Indians t\font awfufly un­ washed. Maybe, though, 'tis a torture ordered by the (ioTernnient to pay 'em back foe scalping so juany white folks ?" '• Not so," answered Uncle Jack, a Ne« Perces custom, old as the, tribe5 itself. When Chief Joseph and his people were brought to Fort Leaven­ worth, after their capture by Gen. Miles, the jirst thing ordered was a sweat pven, which th^tfibaliarobttects bog4n to build at once." . , . . "1^ 'it a real ovenY Ana do they heat it tip and theh roast themselves in it it" asked Johnny, With a look of hor­ ror. , ,„f t ji i., -. - • ii j * \ f 1 u n c i e Jaick. ~ ,k Thi^ is . {pe jv^y Jjbie oven is cdhstructeft: a deep hole is dug in the ground within a fte# feet" of 3ie Mis­ souri Uiver, and ovei? this a roof Of earth ii«» formed, making a tnound tHe shape of, /tu uMkeytad iron, kettlei Au opening is left in one side, a#d in front, of this a rousing lire is^ built. Rocks, are heated ?rfthe fife ah'd throvyn into the hpMi, in Which there fs i supply of water sufficient to create steam. The Indian^ then walk »i*to the oven and stapd al^qy^ # th^f, cfl^o^, until- they sweat profusely, ^fter wh^-they leap into the rh'er, where the oath is fin­ ished. Even the papodf?es Are Cfti-ried it agrees with them immeneely, for the Nez Perces Indians, -are "a.lia^y r&ca and live to an astonishing old age. lrou see that eventhe untutored savage sets you a cleanly example which you will do well to imitate; So, run and take your bath^ my man, without an­ other word qt grumbling, and next Saturday " we'll jump aboard the train, ride over to Fort Leavenworth and see the sweat-ovete siai obtain cu­ riosities about 6amp Joseph."- ' - Stimulated by Uncle Jack's promise, Johnny spent, the following hour hold­ ing his bath in a dark closet to produce violent perspiration and floundering in the bath-tub, playing that he was a little Nez Perces Indian boy taking at sweat-b^li. • • • :• -: » i Saturday, he. went to Fort Leaven wot th, and found Chief Joseph and his people Tociking remarkably contented, and seemingly enjoying' the" interest which they excited as u Big^Injuns" in captivity. •*> ' To his. surprise, Johnny learned tha Chief Joseuh w^s an industrious an4 rather skillful artist, tlpon a large blaaed tree in frdnt of his tent the Chief had painted a historical panorama of the Nee Perces War upon the whites which h^d led, to his captivity and Jmnsportation to the banks of the Missouri. Indian lodges, wolves, dogs, ponies, birds and men mingled ih the curious representation which the inter­ preter "Charley" proudly pointed out as " Big Chiefs Big SUwy of BigCam- f aign. • „ * After loqking at the pictures Johnny went to visit Yellow Bull, a famous warrior of the tribe, who looked so jovial Johmjv could not belief he had taken so many scalps Upon the war­ path as had been reported. He an-i swered Johnny'a••" AowZi a friend­ ly nod, perinitting him to examine the many objects" of interest which the tent contained, and even to strut about* ih the woif-sfcia cap once owned by While Bird, who is now with Sitting. Bull in company with the remainder of the Nez Perces who escaped captivity. One of the rwwOip%(^tites was a pipe taken from the laittou* Pipestone t/ • fi •, | ;«•> m <,i * "* jolty a set of dimiputive war ppsoa^ra as on# Tfould wish to see. But^MiMijr War most interested in^ the vmwmmmp and it is safe to he wi^ jgrtroii fonwt the lesson w he learnM mip meinez Perces Ini Upoh bis rtm6tm ft*few weeks since 'where he spd: hid sumin, aLe selected a Spot el< by a.oie«k ai^bi tMhiceil the hired mai# to build, thenpen a "sfie*t oven" Mtaf 4 thai at Fort Leavenworth only upon % smaller s^tle. Hither Johnny dailjL repaifs in Indian csditume, kindles hi# ' tire and stand* up in" his oven, takitijP caro to place above tlse hole a scree# which Uncle Jack has cautiously pro# vided lest Johnny fall into the caldroi^. and come out « boiled Nez purees.--*'-: Theodore R. Jenners, in Wide-Awake. * * " " .ior» " ' ' 55 "' S Mow Hafts Saw THESE was great exfiitementf amondjl - the,l»oys in Eastwood, for a circus wt^1 coming to town that morning, and ev-fc ery boy who could possibly raise twen-S ty-fivef tents and get 'permissioA war going. *. They lsad talked of nothing else 16# a,wee£, and it had seemed to Stem thai* ttie day would never come. ^ But it hajd,. jjnd at An, eaily hour tho boys trooped off to High street, to see the wagbns»imd hear the music, and get glimpses, whenever they could, o|* the animals in cages. - The old elephant could not be hidden in a cage, and the boys all voted hiu|<| the greatest wonder of all, with his bij|i flapping ears and swinging trunk. One little fellow in Eastwood coula " not go--little Hans, a German boy. H#1 didfe^l dreadfully disappointed), fit#* had heard guch storiea from the hi* boys that he was nearly wild to see a%i ele plmni. ' ... Bnt Hans' mother thought he wal too small to go without her, and sh«^ could not MfB'te work; "so, after % few. very salt tears, the littleboy bright^ ened up and concluded to make th«a* best of it.. He almost forgot his d^sappointmen|» after dinner, for 'his mother gave hina^ a pretzel and let him borrow her bi* wooden spoon. So he sallied forth int#1-" the street, in front of the house, an#*-' began to dig a well. / - tid lie had just begun to eajb his pretze^ < when he spied two tumble-bugs coming up out of a hole, close by. Breaking off a bit of his lunch, he dropped ft right in their path, and they' at ono*»<* • seized it and hegan to roli it home. ) ut. ; Hans laid down spoon and cake t>.^ watch them. He sat down flat on thft ground, seeing how one bug would rou the load almost over with his front feef*" and then, turning round, would puslr^ with htj| hind ones till he was tire<t*>4 when the other w^uld take his turn, n y Hans thought it was very funnj-w and watched them till, just as tliej were ready for one last push, whicB would aend Ihelr load (town into th»" hole, and he was holding his broaih *m\ . tfee it plunge, a black cloud seeded pass over the sun, and, looking up, tha.,., terrified child saw not a cloud, but. |L1 great «t*ehture #itft flapping iarl standing right over him! ' With one sere am and tw<rtftunds, lie lauded satb^tspsf s, It is the greatest wonder that lie di4< not drop down In. fright, for there stopdfn Mr. Elephant, looking gravely at nim. HanS did not hftve tmie to asfe Wni1.! whether he came to watch the tumbled bugs, or to let a little hoy have a look at him who could not go to the oirciMt««' for, just then two men camef atong,/* with red caps on their heada »»d loijiff ". spe»r«:in thetr hands. " f ! * Mr. Ktopliatti was acquainted them, so, without waiting to s^r ffbodP by. to the UtUe boy perched o» th» •» fencf, he picked up the rest of thft d pretzel with the end of h|i? long, iruak ~ *(I presume he found it a tougn moiv, sel), and started off in a hurry. * It-.v ^3 of iM> us& In a few minute# '1 lie was captured, and wUh one man oa lu8.back, and the other, leading (pinon ana a troop.of boys following Mm at a ,t safe distance, be was marched back to * the circus OSut again to finish the peiS» " fomanoe. .• 4' 1 Hans' iUCM>ther« quietity sewing in her ^ kitchen, was not a Jy&tle asUmishe^ i* when her son burst ift \yith, " O moderf *, the e.flant came to see me, he did; ana ^ he Shtep on bnd of mine Hugs, and picft up mine pretsel iiit his tail. Can I • - have anudder?" ° Aad this , is the true story of hoi* Hans saw the elephaqk-r- Youth's C<mr! <f pmwm.' | -j r 1 i Tlfe BiM Man Beat Hla. tHoM'Tj judge by appearanoes. eokuK business man won't any m M i. Keokuk business man won't any raome. ^ He saw a boy entering his place to-day leading a blrnd man. The business mas 'was at the back ead of the store and h4yi> 1 yelled at them; - " Needn't OOH«b back here, I hare&'fc.te got anything for you ". . •, "All right," said the bund man*,, "but don't you keep so and sof" nam* ing the articles. 4 " " Yes," said tha boaineae ma, coming suddeitly interea&d, ati4fAarU«-t* ing for the front, >m- ± " Is he coming?" the blind, man aake^., te of the boy. , 4 " Yes," said the boy. ! ': 4 Then that man' wh» •oouldn^ eee^1 raised up his voice and aaid: • •« - ««• - " Needn't come front* here; I haven't-- rf t ' got any money for you; I'm going- • somewhere else to buy!" And that's all.--Keohitk (Ibtea) Con­ stitution. ' " • ' i^Talmud has this legend: "A t rabbi b,ade his servant, on a Friday, morning, go to the market and pur-*1"* chase the oest thing he could And foi*^*11 the Sabbath. The servant brought hiaa*^) a to^gMya. The following Friday hei» • ( commanded him to go to the markets »*** apd buy the worst thing he could tind. Agaul he brought a tongue." Bolls th0Sit^ best tonirues and the wprat. are ta WW found >ngues in hue i- « ». • S K