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But peeping in the open door***- -afcon see tbe miller fUttmir ronnS,- ̂ : Aud dasty bags along the floor; !jfcnrt shaft and down the apont, 7* . - > ^ „* -And shineth like a fettling swarm ^ Of go den-winded and belted bees: * * f . <»r sparks around a blacksmith'a door, Sf-J* "'.I'" "hen bellows blow and forces roar. * 1 love my pleasant, quaint old mill! "WW" •» «* my early prime; • "fc'̂ lTJs changed ainoe then, but not so ranan ' An 1 am by decay and time; '<•<: . stavid beside the stream of life: (,J 5 The mighty current sweeps along. % Ifttng the flood-gates of my heart. And tarns the magic wheel of song. > ' od grinds the ripening harvest brought i ont the golden field of thought. fe*¥ 'he yellow meal comes pouring oat. Vv fvntl all day long the winnowed chaff •W&E-. •&'. Floats firand it on the snltry breeze. are mossed from year to ,ye»f|if ut mine all dark and bare appear. .;.f; mmm; ;y«. v "t. I', $*• -• | ,&-• • • y 4^-f 4^ m 7V; s* \ ASTRgLOBEB'S CHAMBER. ̂ Legend of France. in the spring of 1675, when that cam- !*ign which cost the life of Tarenne was about to open, nothing was to be seen at SaiAt Germain and at Paris but departures and preparations for war the farewells of gentlemen who (pitted sadly the city and the court. In the garden of a fine mansion at Saint Germain the Countess Marguerite was walking, leaning on the arm of the Count Henri de Boisbrand-Lussault, colonel of the regiment of Boyal Cav­ alry. They both looked grave, and the eyes of the young lady showed that she had been weeping. "Are you fully decided on this sacri­ fice?" asked her husband, after a mo­ ment's silence. "It is no sacrifice," said she, "it ia a favor I ask of you. I shall be much Jess to be pitied in vour absence if von I %-ill allow me to goto Lussault. There,1 striTonnded by our children and your siatcr. I shall resume my old occupa­ tion as chatelaine, and I assure you it will will be much more agreeable to me 10 pray for you with our good peasants of Touraine than to adorn myself and to go, my soul filled with trouble, to the plays and balls of the Queen." "The King will be displeased at your absence, Madame. You know that he does not |ike that auv one should leave the court, especially when the depart­ ure of some of the nobility renders it leas brilliant." "Diane will grow weary of the coun­ try," said the Count, ' and will not be soled for leaving the pleasures of "Henri," said Mm©. de Boisbriand, •forgive me for telling you all I think. I "would not like to utter a word which could wound yon, but I am responsible for Diane since the death of her mother. Her beauty, her love of pleasnre, the attention which she attracts, the suc­ cess she obtains, the favor of the King, in short, frightens me." The voiee of Marguerite trembled Hrhile she spoke, and a brilliant blush suffused her fair faee. The Count listened in silence. He reflected an instant. "I understand you," said he, "you are right, and I thank you." j, Ho kissed tenderly his wife's hand, 4nd the same evening the Countess be­ gan her preparations for departure, in order that she might quit Versailles a lew hours after her husband. Diane de Boisbriand was born at the „«is , /i ^ ^ ^ ' chateau of St. Germain, and her beauty, fi,;. $'* (*» . grace and wit had made her from her childhood the favorite playmate of the Queen and the Princesses. Lively and accomplished, she was the centre of attraction at the most brilliant reunions, and, save two years passed at the Vis­ itation, all her time was devoted to fes­ tivities. She was surnamed the "little fairy," and nothing could resist her fan­ ciful charms. Her mother had never refused her anything, and her brother, Oount Henri, elder than she by twenty gars, treated his pretty sister with ail e indulgence of a father. The proposed departure of the I Oountess was announced to Diane and -jfc received with consternation. She ran sg t^ her brother and besought him to al- v Jew her to remain at St. Germain with <me of her mother's friends. For the first time in her life she experienced a Refusal. She burst into tears and vied: "Do you want to bury me alive ID your frightful chateau?" But Count I Henri was inflexible and assured her that Lussault was a charming place, «nd that one season passed on the tanks of the Loire in the prettiest coun- • try in the world, with all the luiries of Hfe, and in the company of her sister- *i-law and of her nephews and sisters, . Could hardly be considered interment, The Countess bade adieu to her hus- nd without shedding a single tear, d begged hiro to Mens her children. Go, Monsieur," said she to him. "for- j|tet wife and children, and think only J»f serving well your king." But as soon '|us he had departed she fainted away, #nd was, during many hours, between <Iife and death. Scarcely restored, she wished to set out, and some days after the ladies of ^Lussault and their suite were traveling Alowly down the Loire towards Am- |>oise. The intendant of Lussault awaited ; them, and while he superintended tlieir ^landing, and conducted the Countess ?%nd her children to the inn of the . -iGolden Lion, Diane insisted on being ^ Jtaken to the chateau. She had time ? ^before night to visit the chapel and the * ,,, '•'principal apartments. Truly, said she, kings of long ago knew how to " 7 ^choose their abodes, and Amboise must , be a much more agreeable sojourn than " tr'/"- St. Germain or Versailles. The next morning they set out early, ^and the route from Amboise to Lussault £'^jwaa so pretty that Diane began to be reconciled with her lot; but when'she perceived the gloomy turrets of the ':n Chateau of Lussault, its battlements, V'jthe drawbridge and the ravens whirling J *o*«i:id tbe keep, blackened by 500 win- terb, the young girl shuddered. "Alas!" said she, "mfcst we dwell in . > n, % \*r. us prison i '*t ou shall Me. Jbow pretty it is said Itarguerite. "I hate parted •ome very happy d*ys there with your toother, and I amttre yon tkatT were he there, Luwault wonld aeem to me more beaatifal than St. Germain.* All the tenants on the eetate were as­ sembled before the chateau, and joy- fttllj saluted their ladies. The young gfarls and children offered them wreaths and bouquets of violets, and baskets of wrinkled apples and plums of Tours, the only traits and the only flowers that the season afforded. The Count­ ess did not enter the chateau until she had spoken to all these good people, and Diane, encouraged by her example, was very gracious to the young girls. A chamber was prepared for her near that of the Countess, but, desiring to be free, she refused it on the first pre­ text, and chose one on a higher floor. It was Called the violet chamber, or the Bishop's chamber, because a great un­ cle of the present Count de Boisbriand, Bishop of Tours under Henry IV., had occupied it. The violet hangiugs and the oak wainscotings rendered this apartment rather gloomy, but the large mantelpiece, sculptured in white mar­ ble, which decorated it, and especially the large stone balcony from which could be seen the whole valley, pleased Diane, and she ordered her maids to bring all her luggage into the violet chamber. 1 "Remain up, if yon like, my pretty sister," said Marguerite, "but oitur ser­ vants are tired, your nephews are fall­ ing asleep, and as for me, I can hold out'no longer. With your permission I shall go to bed the same time as my children. If you wish to read, here are the keys of the library, which adjoins your.rooni. I wish you good evening." "Mademoiselle la Comtesse is right," said Diane's favorite maid, and Made­ moiselle would do well to act like her. It is a week since we have slept in a good bed, and as for me I am longing for mine." "Well," said Diane, "arrange my hair and go to bed, Nicole. I shall undress myself very well, for once; but I have no desire for sleep and I shall sit np, whatever you do." Nicole did not need to be told twice. She arranged her mistress's hair, smoothed the bed, poked the fire and retired to the ante-room where she was to sleep. Diane took a taper and passed into the library to seek a book. She saw there a genealogical tree on parchment, ornamented with many painted and gilded escutcheons, some scores of books on the dusty shelves. She got up on a chair and read their titles, mostly Latin, announcing works of theology, history and law. Not a romance, not a novel, alas! It was a perfect bishop's library. The fair Diane sighed and looking around her perceived that this small apartment had another door besides the one by which she h$d entered. She opened it and saw a winding stairs, very narrow, which led into a round tower. She hesitated to ascend, when a bat, frightened by the light, quenched it by a flap of his wing. This disasree- able incident put an end to this even­ ing's discoveries. Diane returned to the violet chamber, went to bed and fell asleep. The next morning she sent Nicole for an old steward, and asked him whither led this door. "It is that of the chamber of the Astrologer, Mademoiselle." said the good man. "It is so called because a famous Astrologer named Albumazar occupied it in the reign of Catherine de Medicis. He had at first been in her service, but he was disgraced, and dis­ missed from the Chateau of Blois, he came to beg an asylum from the Count de Boisbriand, your great, great, grand­ father, Mademoiselle. He spent many years at the Chateau de Sussault, and taught the young M. de' Boisbriand more magical secrets than is fitting for a Christian to know. They say that the astrologer was carried off in flesh and blood by the devil on account of a certain compact which he had made with him. What is certain is that Al­ bumazar disappeared one night with­ out any one knowing what had become of him, and that Monsieur was greatly blamed for having maintained a dis­ ciple of Belzebub. It did not bring him happiness, he died young and suffered a violent death." "I wonld like to go into that room," said Diane. "I wonld not advise yon to 'do so, Mademoiselle," said the steward, "even when the door would be -wide open. But it has been condemned for a very long time. It is M. the count who keeJBi tbe keys, and he has never confided it too anyone. As for me, who am here fifty years, I never thought of entering that room. Has Mademoiselle any other orders to give me?" "None," said Diane, with a sulky air. "It is very annoying, it is raining. I cannot go out, and the only place in this wide chateau where I wish to go is locked!" "If Mademoiselle wouid like to visit the armory," said the steward, "she would see some very curious things there." "I do not care for old irons," said Diane; "you may retire." She retuned in the evening, the next day, every day, to stare at this locked door, and sometimes shaking it, some­ times applying an eye to the keyhole, she sought to divine what the mysteri­ ous room contained. The lock was or­ namented with salamanders delicately chiselled, the door was of oak, furnished with solid hinges, and through the key­ hole was to be seen a large retort of Veinee glass placed on a tripod. To know anything more was impossible, and days, weeks and months passed without any change in the situation. Now, one day that Diane, impatient at finding nothing amusing to read in the library, had decided to get upon tbe ladder and to examine the highest Shelf which contained some manuscripts, she threw down, in moving one of them, something metal, and descended from the ladder to pick it up. It was a rather thick key, ornamented with a sal­ amander. At this sight, Diane IWtped for joy, and rushing up the stairs, ran to try the key in the look. She opened it! /- On hearing the grating of the rusty bolt the young girl hesitated an instant. I had better, thought she, ask the per­ mission of my sister, but she would re­ fuse. She is so wise, so submissive to all that my brother wishes! Bah! af­ ter all the Astrologer is not there since the devil carried him away! ' And this true daughter of Eve en­ tered the mysterious room. It was a round vaulted room, lighted by a single oval window and furnished very simply. A canopied bed, whose tapestries were all in rags, a chemical furnace, a trunk, a large arm-chair, two tables lpaded with crucibles and re­ torts, encumbered this apartment. As for the rest, neither death's head nor stuffed owl, nothing frightening, but many cobwebs and much dust. She , opened the tr^^ it ooiitamed onl clothes which were crumbling into dnst. Bit on one of the tahles before the am-chair and near ananti^ne lftMl ftuap with three burner* a rather thick man- vmafyi bound In black leather̂ and whoee elaepe were onaattted wllhea- balistie signs attracted the -attention of Diane. It was open, as if the former occupant of this chamber had been sud­ denly obliged to suspend his labors and indeed, the line unfinished, the pen on* the ground and the overturned ink-bot­ tle which had stained some pages of the manuscript showed that the vigil of the Astrologer had been violently inter­ rupted Diane, not caring to be surprised, took away the manuscript, locked the door, and carefully concealed the book and the key in the violent chamber. That evening when she was alone she began to read the manuscript. It was written in French, pretty legible, and at the midnight hour Diane was still busy in deciphering the yellow pages of this treatise on necromancy. The next day the courier brought some disturbing news. The campaign was prolonged; General Montecuculli harassed the troops in avoiding battle, and soon after the death of Tnrenne discouraged the whole army. Then the couriers came no longer and the uneasi­ ness of the ladies became so great that the Countess herself regretted having left St. Germain, where at least she would have had frequent news from the scat of war. The Countess passed almost entire days and nights in the chapel, and her little ones alone could make her smile. One evening towards the end of Au­ gust, when the nights were growing long and numberless stars traverse the heavens, Diane, weary of looking at them, quitted the balcony, and sitting down, opened at random the book of the Astrologer. The page on which her eyes fell had always appeared incom­ prehensible to her; but now, by a sud­ den intutition, she penetrated its mean­ ing* « , "If this book speaks truth," she cried, "there is in this very room a spirit which understands me. Invisible guest of the chateau of my fathers--thee, whose name I dare for the first time to pronounce--Orson! if thou art there! strike three blows! She listened, and three doll blows on the paneling replied to her, Diane was a descendant of the Cru­ saders and was not easily frightened. Yet her face grew pale, bat she recov ered herself and said, with a firm voice "If thou canst give me news of my brother, strike one blow; if not, strike three." Three blows were struck. "Thou art only a foolish spirit, then," cried Diane, angrily. "Mnst I evoke the souls in Purgatory? If so, strike one blow." One blow responded. "Well," she cried, "be it so! I must know my brother's fate; and had I to call up all the other world I would do so, by the honor of a Boisbriand I" She turned over the leaves of the book, placed on the table an hour-glass between three lighted tapers, and a lit­ tle before midnight, commenced to read a formula of evocation in which she named all those of her deceased rela­ tives whose names she conld recollect. Twelve o'clock clanged forth from the castle clock, and the moment the last grains of sand were falling and that the last vibration of the clock lost itself in space, the violet tapestry at the end of the room was slowly lifted and a procession' of phantoms entered the room. Thev grouped themselves silently around Diane and lifting their winding sheets disclosed their pale faces. "Daughter of the house of Boisbri­ and," said one of them, "why do you summon our suffering souls?" Diane longed to question, but her voice failed her. In horrified silence she gazed on these unknown visitnnts. Suddenly she uttered a cry of an­ guish ; the noble face of her brother, of the Count Henri de Boisbriand met her gaze, and with his two hands he pressed on his breast a bloody winding sheet. "Henri!" she cried. "Pray for me, Diane de Boisbriand," said he, "my body rests in a blood­ stained tomb, and, my' soul suffers frightful torment." She heard no more, but fell as one dead. Nicole ran in, and soon all the cha­ teau were on the scene. The next day and the following days the countess watched beside the bedside of her young sister, who was in a raging fever. To every question she replied wildly: "Je souffre, je me tais"--I suffer, I am silent. Oh, my sister, through pity do not question me. At length the fever disappeared, bnt the young invalid fell into consump­ tion. In vain her sisters and her nephews overwhelmed her with cares and caresses, in vain the Countess as­ sured her that she had good news of Henri. Nothing enlivened poor Diane. "They are deceiving me," "she said to herself; "tJiave seen him! He is dead!" "One day Diane had fallen and Marguerite sat beside her. her maids came to tell her in voice: "Madame, a knight requests to see you; he comes from the army." The Countess, trembling, ran out of the room. A gentleman awaited in the neighboring apartment. It was the Count, who in his impatience had ar­ rived before his people. She rushed into his arms, but scarcely bad he said to her, "Where is my sister?" than she burst into tears and related Diane's strange illness. The Count, greatly grieved, said to her: "The joy of see­ ing me, I hope, will cure her," and tak­ ing his two children by the hand he ad­ vanced to the bedside of Diane. ' She opened her eyes and uttered a cry. "Thou again," said she, "beloved soul of my brother, what dost thou want?" "I am no ghost," said the Count; "the campaign is over, and I return, thanks be to God, unwonnfled.. Kiss me, dear little sister!" She threw her arms around his neck and wept a long time, without being able to utter a word. Little by little her strength returned, and she confessed her fault to the good cure of Lussault. He bade her bring liim the book of magic and the key of the astrologer's chamber, and giving them to the Count, made him promise to burn the cursed book and never to qnestion his sister on the cause of her illness. As soon as Diane could walk Henrv proposed to her to go to the chapel. Supported by her brother and the Countess, the pale yonng invalid issued from her chamber and entered the gallery which led to the chapel. This gallery, adorned with shields and the familv portraits, was then bathed in the brilliant sunlight. The eyes of Diane were fixed on one portrait, and she cried aloud: "He it is whom I have seen!" • • • . ' Hi "You hafre then observed it before my sister," said Marguerite; "it is not a t&ikiaR resemblance of my hus- THaie tottered; her brother made her sit dpwn m front of the portrait. "It )g t»tle,w said she: "were, is not for the costume and the frame one would think it waspainted yesterday" "Yet is. more than a century old," said Hie Count, "and when Clouet painted it as my great great-grand­ father, Henri de Boisbrand, he assur­ edly did not foresee the faee that I should have. You are like him,too, my sister; the type of our family has pre­ served itself wonderfully." "How did our ancestors die asked Diane. "Tragically enough,"' replied the Oount, "and in a very bad cause. A wicked Astrologer by whom he was strangely facinated, had advised him to take part in the Calvanistic plot of the Bedandie and he was killed in the for­ est of Chateaurenault in 1560. His widow revenged herself by causing the Astrologer to be carried off by night and delivering him bound hand and foot to Catherine de Medicis. This queen, not being very merciful, as you know, ordered the wicked sorcerer to be hanged, and even at the very foot of the gallows he did not cease to blaspheme." Her youth and constitution triumphed over her malady, and soon the physi­ cians declared she might return to St. Germain. Marguerite announced it to her, ex­ pecting to see her overwhelmed with delight:but Diane replied very quietly, "Since I am strong enough to go to Saint Germain, I shall be very well able to go to Blois. Will you accom­ pany me there, my sister ? I wish, be­ fore returning to the tumult of the court, to make a week's retreat to the 'Visitation.'" The Countess was not surprised at this desire and she accompanied Jier fair young sister to the convent of the Daughters of Holy Mary. A week after she returned with the Count, to take her back to Lussault, but the beautiful Diane appeared to them behind the double grating, wear­ ing the white veil of postulants, and she told them that she would leave the con­ vent no more. The following year Diane took the habit and became a holy religicuse. She died in 1741, aged 85 years, after hav­ ing been seven times superioress of the convent at Blois. asleep, One of a low IKTBUnUV TO FAT FSOPLE. m JIM Mb Ilia How to CM KM of AdtpsN Tlsne A Now Care. (From the New York World.) People who have been in the habit of attend ̂the opera in New York or of mingling muoh in any way with the well-to-do classes must have remarked, and is fact often do, the tendency to stoutness, not to say obesity, on' the part of the women. Homilies against tight lacing, against pinching in, and personal discomfort of any kind seem absurd in the presence of the masses of comfortable flesh to be seen on all hands, and which incite the wonder of foreigners Mho have been accustomed to hear American women spoken of as slender, sylphlike, and given to per­ sistent waist compression. Probably there are no women in the world (civil­ ized) who practice tight-lacing less than educated American women. As girls they are slender and do not need it. As young married women they some­ time make an effort to preserve the gentler outlines of form and face which they have been taught to regard as among the greatest charms. But they do not take kindly to the "misery" of being drawn in, laced, buttoned, hooked, within an inch of their live-s, and besides, with advancing years, find the tendency toward flesh, born of good living and little exercise, too much for again, «id his widow lived to be 90, he lived to be 75, and of his posterity seven have been preachers of tbe gospel and six the wivfs of ministers.--Gearye Townsend. Some Remrkable Elopemeats. Mary Gileam was the 21-yea*-old daughter of a citizen of Arkansas, and Charles Stover was her "Borneo." Mrs. Gileam declared that Stover's in* tellectual bank account wasn't half as long as his ears. So the young couple decided to elope. Mary was caught slipping out of the back gate, andher, mother tried to hold her. A scuffle en­ sued and Mary was divested of some of her garments, so that one of Charlie's friends had the presence of mind to throw a riding-skirt over her in the nick of time. Meanwhile 'Charlie and Mr. Gileam were having it tooth and nail. The former triumphed, and, mounting a .horse with his fainting sweetheart in his arms, rode at a furious gallop to the preacher's, two miles away. At Topeka, Kan., Charles Chambers, aged 18, and Lucy Prescott, aged 13, eloped and got married, but were separated after a honeymoon of tw'o days. Louis Badgely and Jose­ phine Howard, respectively, 15 and 14, ran away early last spring from Oswego county, N. 1, Thev soon found a preacher willing to marry them. , . . The ., , . , , | boy-brmejgroom rewarded him with a them, too strong altogether to be kept, punched trade-dollar, but the good man in «heck bv thfl nliahl* nnrsfit had ridden six miles in the cold, and Mr. Williams' SoP Spec.' At the Thompson Street Poker Club Rev. Thankful Smith was relating the experiences of the previous meeting, when, with the saddened air of one who had lost his grip on his reputation, Mr. Tooter Williams and the odor of a Bow­ ery cigar entered together. "What de madder. Toot?" inquired Mr. Smith, with the easy familiarity of a man in luck. "You looks 'spondent." "I done loss dat sixty-fo' dollahs 1 winned on de boss race, responded Mr. Williams, gloomily. > The deepest, interest having been aroused, Mr. Williams proceeded to enlighten the members as follows: "I was standin' in a do'on Sixth aven- you, on' up comes a wite man in a plug hat, an' sezee, 'Why, heel-lo, Mr. Rob­ inson, how is yo?' " "Burfko!" remarked Mr. Smith, with tbe air of one who had had experience. "Dat's whad I thought," said Mr. Williams, "but I kept shet. So I sez to him,'How is yo?'" "I'se a stranger yar. Mister Robin­ son/ sezee, 'an' I mus' say I never did see so many tnokes togidder as dey is on Sixth auenyou. Dey's mo' mokes dan wite pussons.' 'Oh, no,' sez I, 'dey's ms' wite pussons dau mokes.' 'Ill bet yo' two to one dey isn't,' sezee. 'All right,' sez I. So off he goes an' comes back wid a fren' who weighed 'bout two hundred an' had a bad eye." "You had a sof' spec," observed Mr. Smith. "Den," continued Mr. Williams, not noticing the interruption, "sezee,'Now we'll bofe put up a hunded dollahs wif dis genelraan, an' stan' yar in de do', Every wite man passes he'll give yo' two dollahs, an' every moke passes he'll give me a dollah.'" "Well," said Mr. Smith, who was growing excited. "Well, fust dey comes along two wite men, an' de man wif de bad eye says dat was fo' dollahs to my credit. Den comes six wite men an' he say dat's twelve dollahs mo' fo' me. Den comes along along a buck niggah and den I lose a dollah. Den fo' wite men mo ; den one niggah; den two niggahs; den seven wite men, an' de man wif de bad eye he say I was folity-dollahs ahead." De sofes' lay I ever hear," said Mr. Smith, whose eyes were glistening over Mr. Williams' winniugs. "Den comes along fo' white men,!' said Mr. Williams, "an' de man wif a bad eye he say dat was eight dollahs mo', and den--" here Mr. Williams paused as if his recollections had over- powered him. "An' den?" echoed everybody, wildly excited. "Why, den," said Mr. Williams, des* perately, "dey comes around de cor- nah--" "De cops?" breathlessly asked Mr. Smith. "A niggah fmierl," said Mr* Williams. Some Queer Notions. The old Jewish doctors entertained some queer notions in regard to finger­ nails. A favorite theory was that be­ fore Adam's fall the bodies of the first parents were perfectly transparent, and that the nails are the vestige left oi man's estate in the garden of Eden. In­ stances have been observed of nails growing on the stumps of amputated fingers, and when the coffin containing the corpse of the great Napoleon was opened long after his death at St. Hele­ na, his toe-nails had grown clear through his boots, and his hair stuck through the chinks of the coffin.--Lar­ amie Boomerang. What is Presence of Mind! • At the closing of a concert in Brad­ ford, while a young gentleman was strug­ gling with his hat, cane, overcoat, opera- glasses and his young lady's fan, all of which he was tryiug to retain on his lap, a suspicious-looking black bottle from the overcoat pocket fell on the floor with a loud thud. "There!" he exclaimed to his companion, "I shall lose my cough medicine." That was presence of mind. Lira consists of cutting teeth in childhood, of the pangs of unrequited love in youth, of dyspepsia in man­ hood and of fear of death in old age, and an oppressive certainty that the lawyers will contest your will and pocket most of your money. THE Connecticut boy who has a third arm growing out of the bade will be able to scratch himself between the shoulder blades without resorting to the corner of a building. J* in check by the pliable modern corset, one of the most harmless of toilet appliances. It is easy to see, however, that redundancy in this particular is not welcome or considered desirable. It is all the more disturbing because it is greeted with a chorus of congratula­ tions by friends and acquaintances, who greet the subject of it with an eternal "how well you're looking," when she does not feel well or feel that she looks well, and when she has to bring all her philosophy to bear on the question of increasing avoirdupois, and watches the enlargement of her waist with some­ thing of the feeling that the prisoner of old experienced when he saw the walls advancing, that told him unmistakably of his doom. It is very well known that several beautiful and prominent women in New York society, whose fair thirty or forty years were marred only by a too rapid accumulation of protoplastic tissue, have, after a summer of seclusion, suddenly' appeared rejuvenated--re­ duced to refined and admirable propor­ tions, without any loss in color or tex­ ture of skin; on the contrary, their old brightness superadded to the charms of a purity and delicacy which rival youth itself. "What is the matter? What have you done to yourself ?" have been the questions asked on meeting their friends. "Oh, I have been made over," is usually the joking reply; but one was found who was more communicative. The gave the name and ̂ address of the physician who treats overabundant flesh as a disease and cures it, or at least has produced marvelous results in half a dozen personally authenticated pases. * A desire to know bow much of quackery there might be in the treat­ ment and something of the modus operandi prompted a call upon the physician in question. I found a bright, intelligent woman, who would not impress any one as . a quack. Her success she attributed to the fact that she had satisfied herself that super- flous flesh was a disease, had studied it, and worked out a cure for it--a cure which she claims to be permanent and lasts a lifetime. In regard to the treatment she was, naturally, some­ what reticent, particularly as it varies with difference in constitution and habits, and what is true of one case, therefore, might not be true of another. Of forty cases upon her books no two were treated exactly alike, but she ex­ hibited her books, in which was kept careful record of the reduction in weight which had fpHowed the treat­ ment from week to week, and of the final return to normal conditions. It was freely stated, however, that the principle of cure was largely based upon diet, which was at first nitro­ genous but variable, afterward farinace­ ous and absolute. The liver is attacked and brought into line by a safe and special remedy; hot water is used; hot medicated foot baths, and the number of meals at once reduced. It is found that very fleshy people are usually fond of sugar and sweets, and these are tabooed strictly. The reduction of flesh is to the normal standard, to what would be considered the proper weight' for the height of the individual, but the cure is not considered complete when this result is attained. The diet must be prolonged for a "cure," and when this is effected the appetite for unwholesale sweets and pastries and highly stimulating viands has departed. It is a perfectly "natural" cure, it is said, and one quite in harmony with the laws of the constitution of the patient; and if so, it is not difficult to see how widely it must differ from the ordinary system of medical practice. " '•*' 4 * A Pathetic Emigratiofb , , We are apt to think that this settling of Ohio was a genial summer excursion. Let us look at one case, only isolated because it is recorded--that of Dr. Eli- phaz Perkins. At the age of 36 he con­ cluded to go to Ohio in 1799, eleven years after Marietta was settled, and started from Norwich, Conn., the home of Governor Trumbull, and the birth­ place of Benedict Arnold, with seven children and his wife. Dr. Jabez Fitch's daughter. The medical education of the emigrant and-his wife's father show them to have been no common people. On the fourth Sunday among the Dutch people nearing Reading, PaT, the young mother bore twins. What a woman to make that journey with such a certainty before her? In three weeks she wasmp and going again with the twins, as well as seven other children. They slept in deserted blacksmith's shops, and all stayed sick in one ten days. Then, go­ ing only seven miles a day, they finally reached the Monongahela, and there all were taken sick for weeks, till the river passed its high-water season; and they continued to get aground, floating down, till the children were so scared in the eddies that they would not be put on the boat again. So his poor wife was put on a horse and sent through the pathless forests and hills, and her husband walked all the way to Marietta, carrying one of the twins, and they reached there five months after thev ptarted from New England, and finding too dwelling to go into, on the break of winder, the wife died just as she reached ithe promised land she had labored so bard for about Christmas. The Virgin Mary had not made such a journey nor suffered so much. The posterity of such mothers have their Virgin Marys in their own race. The broken-hearted husband oame on to Athens, and as he chopped the trees for his children's cabin the echoes seemed to speak "Lydial Lydia!" Yet he had another life; three years afterward he married v*" fx* V'* did not think that enough, so the sym­ pathizing spectators raised him a purse of fifty cents. John Ij. Stanhope eloped with the daughter of Gov. W. T. Ham­ ilton, of Maryland, and they ran till they reached a mountain 3,500 feet high, where they were married, though in a few weeks' time she sued for a divorce. Miss Grace Daniels was as determined to get married as Miss Prue in Con- greve's comedy of "Love for Love," who declared "Ecod, it's well they got me a husband, or I'd married the baker." Miss Daniels Was heir to a valuable es­ tate at Lockport, N. Y., and fell in love with a sewing-fnachine agent, but he was arrested for theft, and she immed­ iately fixed the grappling-iron of her affections on Mr. H. H. Sommers, and eloped with him, escaping through a cellar window and getting married be­ fore morning. Miss Veney Clokey, of Washington, Pa., aged 23, and possessed of some means, eloped with John Mil­ ler, a colored waiter, some three years her junior. She had been adjudged a lunatic on account of her fondness for him. Mr. Joseph Markowitz, a Russian pole, has lately come to New York and reduced the elopement business to something like a science. He and his wife operate together, carrying on the elopement industry on a iarge scale. The husband would select a woman who had a little money laid up, and elope with her. Soon his rightful wife came along and made a terrible fuss, but he had managed to secure what money the duped woman had, and, of course, re­ turned with his rightful wife, only to repeat the game on some unsuspecting vietim. ' ^ : . The Immigrants of Ten Yeap&T The census of 1880 shows that :C§Ai,- 458 immigrants came to the United States in the decade of years ending with 1879. The immigration for each year was: JS73 .459,8031 IOT8 13R,4fl» 1H74 1879 177.826 187 5 227,49S 18«0 457.267 187 6 ..1C9,!)8G 1881 6(ii>,431 187 7 ;....V14J,837! 1883.. .... 788,992. The occupations of theM immigrants are classified: Professional-- 92,893|Not atated at, 503 Skilled 373,4(4 Without oocu- MisceUaneona .1,372,1971 pation 1,721,361 Here is a table classifying the pro­ fessional occupations: Actors 764|Mnsiciat>a ...4,481 Artiste 1,5821 Physician* 1,099 Clergymen. 3,648 Hculptors 493 Journalists 862 Teachers. 8,156 Engravers 816 Not specified. .5,190 Ijftwvet'B 7781 -- Total ..22,893 In this table those, with skilled occu­ pations are classified: Accountants 1,272 Bakers 11,499 Barber* and hair­ dressers. 2,347 Blacksmiths 18,205 Erewers 5,300 Butchers 1<>,677 Cabinetmakers.... 5,307 Carpeute» 54,754 Clerks 20,48H Miners............40,545 Painters.......... 7,334 Pla-terera. 1,714 Plumbers 1,840 Printers 2,700 Harness makers.. 2,681 Seamstresses.. . 3,821 Shipwrights 4,100 Shoemakers. 18,971 Spinners.. 4,038 Coopers 3,8«7j Stonecutters 3,883 Dressmakers 3,ooa Tailors 17,755 Engineers 7,879|Tanners and enr- 4,Hit 953 riers... 1,63S Tinners 2,418 4,97S [Tobaccp manufac­ turers... 0,780 Watch and clock makers 2,181 Weavers.. .9,471 Wheelwrights 1,352 All others 34,112 Gardener* Glaziers ...... Ironworkers.. Jewelers 2,211 Locksmiths. 3,298 Machinists 3,754 Mariners .15,130 Masons 25,465 Mechanics not de­ fined 17,156 Millers 4,298 Total .393,444 Classified under the head of miscel­ laneous occupations we find: Affents 8341 Merchants and Bankers W dealers.. 60,488 Cooks 2.K5G Servants... 124,800 Farmers. ........311,799 Shepherds 1,434 Grocers 2,186 Ali other, not Hotel-keepers... 1,157 specified 58.380 Laborers 807,510 Total 1.372,197 The following table shows the na­ tionality of most of these immigrants: Oreat Britain..l,oi3.979|Norway 131,438 German v....... 976,742 France 64,962 Sweden 277,558lChlna 152,000 The Measure of "Picking Up** Things. "Why do yon practice shoplifting? Surely the profits are seldom large com­ pared to the risk you run." "Right you are," was the answer. " 'Tain't what we get on the 'make' by it, but the 'racket of it that fetches us. Why, sometimes I don't 'flush' birds enough to pay me for roy 'go.' Yet it's jolly, and I like it for the excitement. Playing euchre's nowhere to it." "Where does the pleasure come in?" "Well, women naturally like shop­ ping. They have fun going about the big stores and looking at things. I like that kind of thing, too, but besides that I get anything I like for nothing, and that's more fun. There is the racket of watching the 'lah-de-doh' clorks and th« 'dizzy' floorwalkers. I wait till they're looking another way and calling out 'Cash, cash,' to the hungry little girla and then I slyly slip something I think would look much better in a pawn-shop under my cloak and all's serene.H "Isn't the risk very great ?" "Of course it is. But there's when the pleasure is. There is the same sort of risk in gambling, and I have a pas­ sion for it. When I get what I aim for I'm just as happy and contented as a clam in high water. Oh, it's an im­ mense racket--if you ain't caught." and the shoplifter sank back to think over her probable term of imprisonment.-- New York Truth. MENTAL pleasures never cloy. Un­ like those of the body, they are in­ creased by repetition, approved by re­ flection and strengthened by enjoy­ ment.--Colton. IT is with the disease of the mind OQ with those of the body; we are halt dead before we understand our der, and half-cured when we do. RICHEST is he who wants Mm ahi> Fonrr. -?,.p A •UU,T nun--The prison-window. QUICK at figures--Tbe dancing mag-rfg,:.. *ODIBK loekVmyth--A woman's NevKRatep on » barrel hour when it is down. -The moan of MI onion- tei YflfT m1Yi'"'-T ' RAHK SIGH- eating lover. A MSBIXG collar-button causes a ,* to let out his choler. sfevsr* QCTTE FRIGHTFUL--Nihilism is not the * worst evil of Russia. The women are said to be addicted to ehiTm.pf^tin)j i 3? A PHILADELPHIA girl has patented a machine which will make a' gallon of " ice-cream a minute. She calls it the Mary Anderson freezer. DAEWINIAN theory: There is a boy" in Nornstown who "sprang from a mon­ key." The monkey belonged to an or- gan-grinder and attempted to bite the boy.-Cape Ann Advertiser. "WHEN I married Georgiana," said Frank, "my folks told me I was foolish to wed a girl who didnVknow how to handle a rolling-pin. Lord, how thev misjudged her! Do you see that lump on my head ?" A YOITXG man having asked a girl if he might go home with her from the singing class and been refnsed, said: J. • "You are as full of airs as a music-box.** { "Perhaps so," she retorted; "but if I am I don't go with a crank." "OH, papa, dear, I wish you'd come home. I'm really afraid mamma has taken a drop too much " "Gracious , heavens, child, what do you mean?" "That new homeopathic medicine, you know, I'm afraid I've given her seven drops instead of six." FIFTEEN years aj?O an Alabama man killed a peddler. Ever since that time his wife has held the crime over him as a whip, obliging him to split all the wood, build the fires, and rock the baby. Rendered desperate by her treatment he has giyen himself "up" to be hanged, ,, A?R. CUSHING has found ancient ci­ garettes of cane and corn-leaves in the caverns of Zuniiand, proving that the cigarette was known in America fully two thousand years ago. As all those prehistoric smokers are dead now, the dangerous nature of the practice is ap­ parent to the meanest intellect.-- Rochester Post-Expres». THE New York Journal is asked: "If & youth is engaged to a young lady whose 'father shuffles off,' what is the youth's place at the funeral ?" This is a somewhat difficult question to answer: but if the youth were to "shuffle off" there would be no trouble to determine his position at the funeral. He would fall in immediately behind the clergy­ man. "How is it you never married, Charley ?" "Oh, I don't know, except that I remained single from choice." "Why, I heard that you tried to get that Podkius girl a year or two ago?" "Yes, I did ask her to marry me." "And she wouldn't have you?" "That'sabout the size of it. So I remained single from choice--her choice, you know."-- Boston Transcript. MONTAIGNE--who is now deceased, we believe--said: "There is no torture that a woman would not suffer to enhance her beauty." But wo don't believe a woman would suffer the torture of see­ ing her husband come to the opera with a strange lady, when he told her, as he left the house in the evening, that he would be down at the office until mid­ night and she need not wait np for him. Not more than once. IF any man ever contemplated a visit to the dentist, he will remember thai he suffered an eternity before the fang came, and the twentieth part of a sec­ ond when it did come. Not so about getting married. When a man contem­ plates getting married ho will remem­ ber that he fairly rolled in the sweetest of love's embraces but when the mother- in-law fang was visible to the well- clothed eye, he suffeted torment of the aching tooth.--Carl Pretzel"s Weekly. A MEMBER of the English House of Commons, who had been paying atten­ tion to a young lady for a long while, had taken her to attend the House un­ til she was perfectly posted up in its rules. On the last day of the session as they came out he bought her a bou­ quet, saying: "May I offer you my handful of flowers?" Promptly she re­ plied, "I move to amend by ommitting all after the word hand." He blush- ingly accepted the amendment, and they adopted it unanimously. "AH, here is a bright thing," said Mrs. Shuttle, as she looked up from the newspaper. "Mr. McCosh suggests that Carlyle's epitaph be: 'Here lies one who gave force to the English tongue.'" "Yes, yes," said Job, look­ ing up from bis visions in the grate fire, "a mighty bright idea. Wonder if I shopld be accused of plagiarism if I should inscribe it on your tombstone." "I intend to take very good care that you don't see my tombstone.^ TO out­ live you, so there. Now, see if I don't. Hatefnlness!" Latest Thing in CavMr "Got a light?" asked a well-dressed gentleman on Fifth avenue, as he re­ moved an unliglited cigar from his mouth to greet a friend who was saun­ tering along leisurely, swinging a Ma­ lacca stick. "Certainly: jnst wait a moment," said the latter. He pressed ft spring in the chased silver handle of his stick. The handle flew open like the eover of a box, and the owner, taking a match from one corner of the interior, lighted a pieco of tinder that nestled in the other corner, and held liis odne up while his friend lighted his cigar. Then he shut up the handle again with a snap. m / "The latest thing in canes," said he, as the friends turned into Delmonico's.-- New York Sun. Testing Brakemen* Tengnes. On the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad one of the tests ex­ acted from candidates for passenger- train brakemen is the ability to make a distinct announcement to passengers of the names of the several stations. On most of the rail ways it seems impossible for the average brakeman to speak plainly. Any sort of jabber that hap­ pens to come into his mouth he consid­ ers to be just as good as the mention of the real name of the station.--Scientific American. THERK is true philosophy in the fol~ lowing lines: There's many a trouble v Wonld break like a babble, ' kad Into the waters of Lethe depfetf, * . Did we not rehearse it, M And tendfrty nurso It, <•' * Aad give it a permanent place in -- . IN Normandy it is no uncommon •ight to see a driver refresh Us tired "" cider, horse with a pail of < -- - i -