, MI I W, VPIJ|4 I|| M II «*• I .• HI M I ^HI W M JI.R«IPU^|.P ,Wj,J «»w mm* ,««j MiV>t«nffR<uiiii^«, i . i. «• j*jp' *> ^ '"*' ' " 'L" *W«~T MTMM mm r* * ,Kr *>S-•*• * ov- »*-» " -• >"•-* v i • ---.Ok .. [C^RMJI ^LAIUDEALW J. VAN SLYKE. Editor wi4 Publtehe;. McHENRY. 41111,1,1 1 -. gg ILLINOia •'• -'I -'>.x '* '-i • A • ' "V .,i> .', • . THE KOSKBCDW , TTwa* a prolden bnrl she cuv# me *?*;>*>••«*'•••.- AH M»C parted at Tho door, " , £ J b he fln«ih of early *un->ot, Ah, the perfect charm >b bore! ~i~ V ~ Bo T laid my Hp* tipon it -- - Whh a tendemsss untold, . .«> !*' F-or the winter s breath bad tone'HMltt And Its leaves were Btiff aadcokL In. ohrys'al vase I p'»ced it. Filled with water 'o 'he 5>-im. Wl h its dainty b«ad there pillowed,' - peeping out above the rim. Warm anl rich its gentle color JJol lowed into fairest cold. And a wealth of leaves so tender: Would ihofte tender leaves untold? Throueh my wlniow streamedthe moonlight, "Glowing with a *i very hue; Kb -ed no lovingly mv rosebud, Sleeping on its bed ol dew-- Kinged and lingered in my chamber ' ' With its flood of light divine, • . 'si. From the very heart of hoaven '.'3("• Bringing happiness to mina. Then there rose a lovely vision-- . Robed in colors dazzling bright: ' Came a troop of fairv flowers Drifting through the mellow light. ; "; ;f tHI'teniixg, in their heavenly beaafcy,. ? *f * Like a thousand jewels rare, Fashioned into fairy flowers Drifting through "the maonlight there- Flowers of pe-fcct grace and beauty, Heavenly messengers of love, • Murmuring in an unknown Ungatf*^ i' : " ^ Breathing fragrance from above. 0 the sweetness of their voices! •„' y::*- tippling low. yet pnre and cleat; Iv-i* Like soft, music in the d stones v' Falling on the listening ear. One by one they kissed my roaebUtt- 1 , ?,% With a tender gentleness: Ar(i its tiny le ives unfolded J ' •".•>, With each loving, fond caress. Till In radiant, glorious beauty, Rising from its sweet repose. With the fairy flowers it mingled, And became a fairy rose. Then the murmering ceased, and slowly Throueh the mallow silvery light The heavenly vision drifted-- Dritted out into the night. I awoke-- 'twas early morning. Anxiously 3 raised my head, * And my eves fell on the rosebud: It was withered, cold, and--deadl v ¥ . DUEL IN THE DARK. Among Midnight Meeting on the Field of H jnor. Night combats have been freqnent in Europe, and also in tlie United States. In 18*21, in London, England, a barris ter, named Christie, and the editor of the London Magazine, Mr. Scott, fought a duel, so-called, at Chalk farm, and the latter was killed. The original trouble occurred between Mr. Scott and Mr. Lockhart, the latter named gentleman at the time editor of Black wood's Magazine; and, it seems, Scott, •who had been challenged by Lockhart, and who had declined to accept, was called upon by Christie, and the two quarreled, and subsequently agreed to meet the same evening to adjust their difficulties according to the "code of honor." The fight took place at 10 o'clock during the full of the moon, and Scott fell mortally wounded at the first fire. Christie was arrested and charged with willful murder $y a corner's jury, but at the trial a short time afterward he was acquitted. In 1721, Capt.. Chickley and Lieut. Stanley, while disputing in a mess-room ip a town near Dublin (Ireland), agreed to fight with small swords in a dark room the following evening. Stanley was an adroit swordsman, but was run through the body b* his antagonist in a few minutes after toe--commencement of the fight. Maj. Campbell and Capt. Boyd, offic ers of the 21st foot (British army), fonglit a duel, without seconds, in the parlor of an Irish inn at No wry, a short time before midnight, in January, 1807. During the dispute Campbell chal lenged his brother officer to fight at once, but Boyd preferred that the meet ing should take place next day. Carep- bell then taunted his comrade, and in sinuated that he was displaying the white feather. The result was that they left the garrison where they were quartered, unaccom panied by friends, and fought as stated' Copt. Boyd receiving a mortal wound, from which he died in*a day or two. Campbell was convicted of mur der on the 13th of, August following, and executed on October, 2. His wife, who belonged to a family of high stand ing, made a desperate effort to secure royal clemency, but, as is known, with out success. Boyd's last words were: "Campbell, you are a bad man; you hurried me in a most wanton way, and hare mortally wounded me in a figlit of your own nfaking and not according to established rules. I wanted to wait and have the matter put into the hands of friends, and you would not let me." This terrible arraignment by the dving man was as effective as the , death-war rant itself, and aarried conviction be fore indictment. In a letter which Campbell left for publication he said: "I suffer a violent and ignominious death for. the benefit of my countrymen, who, by my unhappy exit, shall learn to abhor the too prevalent and too fash ionable crime of dueling." The writer once met a gentleman who was present at the execution of Campbell, who said he (Campbell) was one of the hand somest and bravest officers of the 21st, British foot. While of an excitable nature when angered, it is said of him that he was generally far more amiable and ^nucli less disagreeable than Boyd, although they had long l»een on terms of mutal dislike of each other. The night before the execution Mrs. Camp bell had managed to perfect methods of escape, as it was pretty generally un derstood that, although no royal meTcv oonld be extended, no particular means of vigilance Jiad been adopted. His noble wife, w ho had planned the escape, reminded trim of his heroic conduct in Egypt, of his family name, an I of the unheeded recommendation of mercy bv the jury which pronounced the fatal , words. But lie only replied: "The greatest struggle of all is to leave you, mv darling; but I am still a soldier, and shall meet my fate like a man." And he refused to further dishonor himself, although the guard was asleep, the doors of the jail were unlocked, and horses and confederates wera close at hand. He passed the following morn ing in prayer, and at tlio proper time ascended the stairs of the execution room with a firm step and without es cort. There stood before him 19,000 sympathizing men with heads uncov ered, and among them the fusileera. with whom lie liad intrepidly charged the. eifemy upon the burning sands of Egypt. The hum of a single bee might have been heard in that respecttul crowd, as Campbell addressed it. "Prav for me," was all the pr or soldier said; diapaaefH|£ m iia^res- sm? "amen" went up unbroken bv a single other vociferation, or even whis per. the unfortunate man let fall his own cambric handkerchief as a signal that he "was ready." and simultaneously he dropped through the dreadful trap, and went off on that uncertain pilgrim age to the legendary beyond. The notorious Duo de llichelieu, of France, who fought so many successful duels, and who seemed to wield a ma gician's sword, met the Prince do Lixen --whom he hnd purposely insulted on account of the hatred entertained for the Jatter liy Mme. du llosiere--near •the trenches of Philipsbottrg, in 1719, at midnight, during a storm, by the light of torches held by brother of ficers. As the story gpos. , I)e Lixen, who was a general in tlievrrench army (and a very tall man), had had a horso shot from under him during an engage ment-and seeing a pony near, jumped upoh' iiim and rode into the presence of De Richelieu (who was also a gen eral at that time), who burst into a loud laugh and exclaim ed: "So wonder we lost the day when we have mountebanks for generals. Behold the horsemanship of the great Prince de Lixen. who, keeps Ins feet close to the ground for fear of tailing from the saddle." The Prince heard De Richelieu's voice and laugh, and too well know what it meant, and the source of its inspiration. "I'll in- Jsult the villain in no uncertain way up on the first opportunity, murmured De Lixen. The next day Richelieu, whose command had been the last to retreat from Philipstourg, came into the pres ence of Prince de Conti. the command ing officer, with disheveled hair, pow- tler-stained face and deranged toilet. •Hsi rival took this occasion te carry out his quiet threat of the day preceding, and said sarcastically: "It is a matter of much surprise that the Due de Rich elieu should come into the presence of gentlemen with the air and dress of a inasquerader." "I did not retreat so hurriedly from the field as some of those officers who appear here in toilets more elaborately prepared, your highness," and then, turning to De Lixen, he con tinued : "I shall now go and purify my self, Prince, and in an hour you shall hear from me." And so he did, in the shape of a challenge, which was accept ed ; after which arrangements were made and agreed upon that the two gen- tlemen should meet each other in the trenches at midnight. They met and crossed swords at exactly 12, and fn ten minutes the magical weap on of De Richelieu had flashed through the heart of his twentieth vic tim, and the survivor, stooping over the dead prince, said: "Let us carefully bear his noble body with all honor to camp. It is the fortune of war, gentle men, and may be our turn next." In a short time afterward De Richelieu wfent to Paris to acquaint his inamorata with the intelligence that he had removed one of her troubles from the world for ever. But what was his astonishment to discover that the frail and faithless Mme. du Rosiere had fled with an Eng lish nobleman to London. Quien sabef Some years ago Maj. Ben. Perley Poore, then Washington correspondent of the Boston Journal, sent that paper the following account of a midnight duel upon an island in the Savannah River: Among the many bloody duels on record as having been fought by Con gressmen was one in which James Jack son, of Georgia, who had been and who was afterward a United States Senator, wa3 the challenged party. He was an Englishman by birth, but he went to Savannah when a lad, studied law, was a leading Freemason, and fought gal lantly in the Revolutionary war. He killed Lieut. Gov. Wells, of Georgia, in 1870 in a duel, and was engaged in several other "affairs of honor," until he finally determined to accept a challenge on such term as would make it his last duel. So, upon his next challenge, which was from Col. R. Watkins, also of Georgia, he prescribed as the terms that each party,armed with a double-barreled gun loaded with bnckshot, and with a hunting-knife, should row himself in a skiff to designated points on opposite sides of the Savannah river. When the city clock struck 12 each should row his skiff to a small island in the middle of river, which was wooded and covered with underbrush. On arriving at the island each was to moor his skiff, stand by it for ten minutes, and then go about the island until the meeting took place. The seconds waited on the main land until 1 o'clock, when they heard three shots and loud and angry cries. Then all was still. At daylight, as had been agreed upon, the seconds went to the island and fbund Jackson lying on the ground, insensible from the loss of blood, and his antagonist lying across him dead. Jackson recovered but would never relate his experience on that night, nor was he ever challenged again. He died in Washington City while serving his second term as United States Senator, March 19, 1876. In 1728 a young gentleman named Benjamin Wood bridge was killed in a duel with swords, late one night, on Boston Commdb, by Harry Phillips,af- tor a short combat. Phillips, who wa» not hurt, made his escape from the city next day, and later turned up in France, where he died in 1729. Eugene Bonnemere, in his "Histoire des Pansans," tells the story of how a peasant by the name of Lebre, who lived in the south of France, got more than even with a sergeant of the royal guard which was quartered near Lebre's cabin. It was toward the end of the seventeenth century, and the ser geant, presuming upon his gallantry and manly beauty, and knowing the proverbial weakness of some women for even non-commissioned officers of his profession, took occasion to pay marked attention to Lebre's young and pretty wife; which, while being strictly agree able to dainty Mrs. L----, was highly unsatisfactory to the incensed husband, who, at last, gave Mr. Sergt. Dnprez a piece of pl«oper advice, and was prompt ly knocked down for his pains. Lebre at once challenged his antagonist, who declined to recognize a common peas ant as his equal, and, shutting Lebue out of his own cottage, took immediate possession of it and its pretty matron. In a day or two the Sergeant quit the place for good, and Lebre returned, sold all his effects, packed the erring madame of to her father's, enlisted in the armv, and was seen no more in that neighborhood for upward of eight years. He fought through two campaigns bravely, but without a scratch, and by gradual promotion reached the rank of Sergeant. "Aha!"'cried Lebre, joyful ly, • at the end of six, years' service, "Sergt. Duprez, Sergt. Lebre is your equal! I shall seek you out, you villain, and punish you for the wrongs which 1 fluttered at your hands six years ago." Lebre was two years in find ing his man. And when he did tind him they were at the jioint of sitting down at the same dinner table, with a dozen other officers of about nniioro ranfcr As soon as the repast was over Lebre arose, and, addressing Duprez, inquired: "Suppose, sir, a man should give you a blow, what' would you do?" "I would return it and' challenge him to fight," responded Duprez. "Take that, then!" exclaimed' Lebre, dealing his old enemy a tremen dous blow, which staggered him consid erably; and then, addressing himself to his other comrades, lie recapitulated the story of how Duprez had knocked him down for defending his wife, and thereafter refused to fight him on the ground that he was not Dnprez'sequal. "Now, Sergt. Duprez," ejaculated that fellow's assailant, turning around and facing his enemy, "you and I are equal. I have retui ned the blow you gave me eight years ago, and now challenge you to fight for your life." And as quick as lightning the two Fergents drew their weapons, and Duprez was killed in three minutes, the duel taking place by candlelight. In 1719, in Londen, England, Capt William Aldworth, of the army, and Owen Buckingham, Member of Parlia ment, met, and dined, and quarreled, and fought, all in one evening. It was so dark that they could not see eac> other, and they were so thoroughly well intoxicated that it did not make much difference whether they did or did not see each oih^r; but, all the same, there was one les* Member of Parliament the following morning, for Buckingham, was found by some friends shortly after the fight, pierced to the' heart with his antagonist's rapier, and Aldworth near by, very drunk and covered with wounds. University Place, New York (N; Y.), was the scene of a fatal duel, one cold, snowy night in the winter of 1804, the parties to the combat being William Coleman, editor of the. New York Evening Post (an organ of the Federalists), and Capt. Thomas, Harbor Master of the port of New York. Thomas who liad made quite an effort to provoke Coleman, re marked freely that he had no fight in him, and that if slapped well on one side of his face he would only be too happy to present the other side for similar treatment. Coleman, after making sure that Thompson had used the language attributed to him, chal lenged the offender, designated pistols as weapons, and named 11 o'clock as the .time of meeting, and at or near University Place the scene of battle. Each party had surgeons and seconds, and agreed, as it was snowing at the time, to fire at twelve yards. Both fired the third time, when Thompson was heard to exclaim: "My God! I have got it!" and, reeling sideways, fell mor tally wounded into the snow, and died a short time after having been conveyed to his residence. The dying man made a statement in the presence of a num ber of friends to the effect that the duel and his death were the conse quence of his own quarrelsome charac ter and rashness, and bis last words were forgiveness to Coleman, whom he believed had no intent to kill.--Alia California. The Pleasure of Kindness. Ned was a poor little newsboy. One day he laid out all but twopence of his little capital in a small stock of news papers. But he had hardly left the office before a drenching shower fell. He hurried to the shelter of a friendly awning, and waited ugtil it became clear again. But the rain and damp had almost spoiled his papers, and the little fellow trudged off looking as downcast as a broken merchant. He had not spirit enough left even to try to sell his damaged stock of papers. After walking awhile in silence he paused near to a poor old blind woman, who was seated on a door-step holding out her wrinkled palm. Ned stood gazing at her with his hands in the pocket qI his ragged coat, his papers under his arm, and looking very sad, for the blind woman's mute hand had touched his heart. Three times his fingers clutched one of the remaining pennies and three times the thought of his half-spoiled papers caused him to drop it again to the bottom of his capacious pocket. At last his heart won the victory. Out came the penny, and with earnest good will he dropped it in the blind woman's pakn. Then Ned's eye brightened. He turned away with a light step, and his voice echoed loudly along the street as he cried: "Newspapers! This day's papers!" < The fact is, that gift of half his re maining fortune to the poor old blind woman had warmed his sad heart and cheered his fallen spirits, as generous deeds always do. If Ned was a penny poorer he was a great deal happier than before he divided his little all with that blind sister of poverty. The hfficai-y of Prayer. They had been talking on religion when the ex-Mayor said he remembered an occurrence indubitably proving the efficacy of prayer. "About 150 years ago, or less, I was friendly with an old lady who was de voutly religious herself, prayed morn ing, noon and night, and gave lectures daily to her children to make them be lieve prayer was efficacious. She was pretty strict and very tight-f?sted. One of her boys had been trying a long time, and without success, to get her to buy him a suit of clothes, and had almost despaired of securing it when he thought of the prayer racket. Going into a room next to that his mother was sitting in, he prayed loudly for the suit, accurately describing just what ho wanted, even to the high cut of the vest and the buttons to be used. His mother, to convince him of tlie truth of her previous argument, rigged him out and then went around telling her neigh bors what a geod boy he was."--Detroit Times. He Studied a While. "Hello, Sam! I hear you are in love; have you asked the old man for his daughter?" "Yes." "What did he say?" "He said lie must study on it a while." "What did you do then ?" "Why, it gave me a chance to study a while." "Well, has he reported favorably?" "Yes--lie told me I couldn't have her."--Newman Independent Lincoln's Laconic Reply. The following anecdote of President Lincoln is related by General Badeau: "Sheridan started before daybreak in pursuit of what was left of Lee's army. He sent word to Grant: 'If the thing is pressed, I think that Lee will surren der.' Grant forwarded the dispatch and an account of the victory to Lincoln, at City Point, and the President replied: 'Let the thing be pressed.' " MBS. J AMEH, of Brockton, Massachus etts, now 39, was married when she was 15, and has had twenty-seven children. THE average of human life fa in creasing. PISA. Tbe Olant Old Oltgr by Moonlight. Pew travelers journeying towards Rome along the railway that borders the lovely coast line of iho Riviera yuss the old City of Pisa without pausing there to view its noble buildings. There is hardly any building tho form of which has been made so familiar to us by models and representations as the Capanile or, leaning Tower of Pisa, and few travelers gaze upon it for the first time without feeling that they are but looking at an object which they have been familiar with from youth. But most people are not aware that this re markable structure is only a feature ,of a combination of buildings, which for beauty and historic interest stana un rivaled; and the stranger who enters the famous piazza for the first time, where the tower, the beautiful Dupmo, the dome-like Baptistry and the solemn and peaceful "Campo Santo," or bury- ing-Rround, are grouped together, can not fail to be struck with surprise and delight at the wonderful sight. Stand ing in silent grandeur, in what lias fitly been called a "sacred corner," apart from all other buildings and habita tions, and distinct in character from the:r surroundings, they seem to form a city of their own, and to awake in the mind of the spectator a profound sense of the great j*st. This was eminently my experience as I stood on the piazza one glorious moonlight night in tho month of De-. cember. _ I was traveling to Rome and had ar rived at Pisa by a late train intending to rest here and resume my journey on the following morning. The night was surpassingly lovely, a night that indeed seemed, as Byron says, "not sent for slumber"--soft and still as t had imagined Italian nights to be, with the full moon shining clear and sil very from a cloudless sky in the white marble palaces and the stone-flagged roads, bathing the city in marvellous beauty. Tempted by the glory of the scene I wandered through the old city, through quaint, narrow streets, dark ened here and there by deep shadow's, over -the marble bridge spanning the Arno river and on to the Piazza, where the venerable monuments of Pisa's an cieut wealth and pride remain. Flooded with the divine light, and standing alone in the great square, amid a stillness that was profound, they seemed like specters of the mighty past rising before us. Whilst decay is written everywhere else about this old city, this piazza and the^e great build ings have changed in nothing. It seemed but natural to expect the great Italian astronomer Galileo to come forth on such a night, and those grand old masters who once paced here, but whose footsteps now are "echoing through the corridors of time." Who treads this square to-day may go back in thought hundreds of years and pic ture the gorgeous pageants of ecclesi astical pomp and military splendor that must have been celebrated around this Cathedral when Pisa was the gateway of the East, and her colo nies of commerce existed in Greece and Asia Minor. Here came the people in their splendid processions to obtain the holy church's benediction when Pisa equipped her mighty fleet of ships and assembled her brave warriors for the crusade, and when from warlike expe ditions against Turks and Genoese the Pisans returned, crowned with victory, it was to this Piazza the exultant citi zens flocked to celebrate their triumphs,, Full of such pictures of the past I could but muse and be still. About the city "Ichabod"' is every where written. "Every monnent the stranger meets, Church, palace, pillar as a mourner greets." Yet time has not dealt cruelly with her. Her ancient ways are quiet and her once thronged and busy squares now green with grass. The Arno flows peacefully through her, as of old, to the sea. Her white palaces are still fair to behold, and every scholar and lover of art who visits her must feel that Pisa is lovely and beautiful in her old age.-- Cor. Detroit Free Press. Wedding Fashions among Canadian Peas ants. The chief social event df their lives is a wedding--almost the only set occas ion of festivities. The priest then per mits dancing among relatives, and al lows unusual expenses to be incurred. But, to begin at the beginning, boys and girls generally see but little of one an other, separated as they are in colleges and convents, and subsequently having but formal meetings, closely supervised by parents. The priest directs that courtship shall be very short and cir cumspect. It generally lasts but a few months; engagements are made very much after the pecuniary interests fol lowed in France, and the marriages gen erally occur at from eighteen to twenty- two years of age. A widower of this place recently went to spend the evening with a neighbor, whose sister was an old maid whom no one had thought of marrying. When he left tho house her brother suggested that he should marry her. They rc turn ed to the house, and went together to her bed, in one corner of the room, and woke her up. Holding the candle up to his face, he said: "Mile. G , take a good look at me; I'm rather worse than I seem by candle light, and I've nine small children, and not a great deal of land. Will you marry me?" She rubbed her eyes, still half asleep, looked him over a moment, and said "Yes." "Then be ready next Tuesday." ° In another case, the day after the banns of marriage had been published here, the intended found his betrothed crying by the window. "What's the matter, Maria?" "Well, Baptist, my sister Louise wants very muoh to marry, because she's old er, and it's her turn first. And it makes me sad to see her disappointed. Now if you would only marry her! Every thing is ready, you know, and it would be such a relief." "Well, well, don't cry about that," said he, with a moment's surprise. "I I don't mind if I do. Go and tell her to get ready." * The Church forbids the union of blood-relations, but it sells for a moder ate price permits for even first cousins to marry, so that consanguineous unions are very common in these old parishes, where families have kept increasing and settling near the old homestead till they form clans sometimes numbering sever al hundred of one name. Moreover, the priest permits such marriages sometimes in consideration of certain circumstan ces of a woman to get another offer, or the advance of age. or the poverty of a woman.--C. H. Famham, in Harper's Magazine. Heron I'onrtsliip. An observant young man while in [Florida was struck 'with the human like courtship of jihe heron. Tha l*- malen stand in a wow and look uncon cerned, while tbe males strut and dance "Sud prance around on the sand like Saratoga dudes. Finally, one of the fair heroines would smile on a dude he»on,and away the pair would fly. All those left invariably began to cackle and chatter as soon as a match was an nounced, and sometimes a rival would Eounce upon the lucky swain yxjng is neck.--Troy Times. The Softened PussengeR T " It lias been said again and again, of late, that England is walking rapidly on the highway that leads to a republic. This may so, but the prophets for get that'thousands of Englishmen are still living who. like Tom Moore, "love a lord." The following anecdote, which we condense from a London magazine, indicates tho reverence which the aver age Englishman yet pays to the hered itary aristocracy: One of the pavsenger* in a first-class carriage on the Great Western Railway took out his cigar-case. Looking around with a glance of inquiry which said, "is there any objection?'""he lit a cigar and puffed away. In the course of a few minutes, he noticed a look of irritation on the face of the gentleman opposite to him. "I am afraid, sir," said the smoker, apologetically, "that my cigar annors yon?" "It does, sir; it annoys me exceed ingly," answered the gontleman, snap pishly. "I am sure I beg vour pardon," said the smoker, pleasantly, as lie threw the cigar out of the window, "That's all very well," growled out the irritated gentleman, "but I mean to give you in custody as soon as we get to Bath. You were perfectly aware that this was not a smoking-carriage, and I mean to defed the rights of pass engers." "lam really very sorry, sir; but I took it for granted that there was no objection." "I have made up my mind, sir," said the irritated passenger, doggedly, "to give you in custody the first opportu nity." "Perhaps you. will take my card ?" remonstrated the smoker. "I happen to hold a public position, and should like to avoid any disturbance." "I don't wau't your card," said the passenger contemptuously..* "But you had better look at it, sir," said the smoker, and he handed him the card of a Royal Duke. In an instant the scene changed; not another word was said about "passen gers' rights" or "giving in custody." The aggrieved man became almost sy cophantic in his demeanor. "I hope that your Royal Highness," he said, as the train stopped and he left the carriage, "will not think that I acted wrongly?" "That is a point which we need not discuss,*' answered the Duke, bowing.-- Youth's Conwanion. Paying the traitor. Men use treachery and despise the traitor. Their moral sense revolts against the means which their craving for success persuades them to use. The fact shows that faith in the moralist's maxim. "Nothing is expedient which is dishonorable," is not strong enough to remove this moral contradiction. And the world which makes success a duty, will continue to pay and despise the traitor. The late Count de Chamboard's birth occurred after the assassination of his father, the Duke de Berri, in 1820. His mother, a woman of great courage and force of character-- she offered to lead the royal troops against the revolution ists of 1830--plotted to seat him on the French throne as the only legitimate Bourbon. In 1832 she landed near Marseilles and appealed to the French Legiti mists to rise against Louis Phillippe. The appeal fell upon deaf ears, and the duchess was obliged to hide herself. One of her suite, named Deutz, agreed to sell to the government, for 50,000 francs, the secret of her hiding place. The betrayed duchess was arrested and imprisoned. To M. Didier, the secretary of the Minister of the Interior, was assigned the disagreeable duty of paying the traitor. At the appointed hour, Di- dier called his son into the office, and said: "Look well now at what passes, and never forget it. You will learn what a scoundrel is, and the method of paying, him." The secretary spoke t& a messenger, and Dentz. the traitor, was brought in. M. Didier stood behind his desk, oii which were placed two packages, each containing 25,000 francs. As Deutz ap proached the desk, the secretary made a sign to him to stop. Then with a pair of tongs, he picked up the packages, and dropping them into the open hauds of the traitor, pointed to the door.-- Youth's Companion. Dandyfunk. The sea cook prepares for the sailor several dishes which are rarely met with on shore. "Dandyfunk" is the name by which one of theso compounds is known. This is made of ship-biscuit and molasses. The biscuits are placed in a bag and beaten with an iron belay- ing-pin or a hammer until they crumble. The adamantine qualities of the bis cuits are such that much physical force must be called into play in order to crumble them. As this work is more than the cook wishes to undertake, he usually delegates it to one of the ship's boys. ^ Tho fragments of the biscuits are mixed with molasses, and;the com pound i^placed in a- large pan and baked. It is immaterial to the cook how long it remains in the oven. It is usually served out to the sailors at sup per, and when the hour for that meal arrives the dandyfnnk comes out of the oven. It is much more digestable when it has been well burned than when underdone. In the latter state it is somewhat trying "to the stomach. A very hungry sailor will never refuse dandyfunk, although ho does not re gard that dish as a luxury. But there i-< something about Jack's countenance when engaged in masticating dandy- funk, which would lead an observing philosopher to fancy that if the choice were given him he would prefer to eat something else. „ . « A ttrent Dodge. Jones--f see that the government is educating 10,000 Indian children at its own expense. Smith--Yes; groat dodge, isn't it? Jones -Great dodge! How so? Smith--Why, von see, the copper- coloredyoungsters are put through the same kirtd of a cramming process that white children are subjected to, and even if they live to grow up they won't have strength enough left to go on a warpath.--iVt iladelphia Call. SGBPLICK waists are to be fashionable for young girls. A Character. There is a certain type of Arkansaw man that hurrying civilization is not likely to jostle. He is not exactly the old squatter, nor is he the small farmer, but he is the wild and wayward child of circumstances over which he does not care to exercise control. He went to the State in 1846, and settled on the left prong of Dry Fork Creek. He married, us he expressed it, "a rite smart * innk o a gal," and began housekeep ing on a floor made uueven by the bur rowing of moles. Unlike the sqnatter. he does not withhold information. Bless you. no. He'll stop work and talk to He'll tell you more lies in half an hour than you would think possible for an unskilled, uneducated man to throw off in a year's time. He won t tell the truth, and it is safe to Bay that he never made an effort in that direction. The scene of his career now changes, and the incidents of to-day can with certainty be looked for to-morrow. At morning a kind of patched-up cow stands at the semblance of a fence sur rounding his house and hooks a ragged, Bharp-featured hog. The performance is repeated at evening. "Why don't you clear up more land?" was asked by a representative of en lightenment. "What fur?" , "Why, to make a living ok* - ima^,a livkl8 on what I've already got clard." But you could make a better liviDg if you would clear more." . ^°> recken not; it "ud take so much time ter tend ter it that the livin' would step outen reach." "Do you ever kiH any game around here?" , . , Ah, then he received a touch where be lived, and throwing his bead up lik© & man who feels that he has suddenly awakened to a new and higher purpose of life, he replied: ' I reckon I do; killed the biggest bar day afore yestedy I ever seed. I want lookin' fur bar, but had tuck my gun and sautered out airter a turkey that I heard gobblin' up the holler. By the time I got thar he was gone, and I sot down with my back agin a tree. All o' a sudden I seed a monstrous bar put up his paws on a log not fur off, an' stretch up an* take a fair look at me. I drawd aPj my gun easy, tuck aim at his breast an' toch the trigger, wall, sir, I never heerd sich a squawl in my life. He jumped up, run about two hundred yards an" tumbled over. Oh, he was a monster. I was sorter afeered at fust that he was goin' to show fight, but without openen' his jaws airter bein' shot, he grabbed a hickory saplin', went roun' and roun' till ho twisted it up by the roots, an' then he dropped dead. The neighbors all said he was the big gest bar they ever seed. W'v, when I seed him in the tree I didn't know whether ter shoot lidm or not, fearin' that he mout fight me airter bein' hit, but he fell like a log an', didn't move. It tuck me three hours ter skin him. I sold his skin fur ten dollars an' his meat fotch" me I don't know how much. Bar huntin' is a mighty ticklish bus'- ness. When I first seed him wadin' up the branch I thought he was goin' ter show fight, but when I drawd on him, an' toch the trigger the work was done. I never seed water fly so in my life, an' a deaf an' dumb man coulder heerd him holler. I had ter get a horse an' drag him outen the water. Thar ain't nigh as many bars here now as tharj'uster be, an* I think this here one was sorter out en his line o' bus'ness, fur when I seed him up 'mong the rocks, he bobbed around' like he was afeerd, an' I jes did get a shot at him as he dodged. Ben living here now fur I don't know how long, but I never seed such a panter before. He laid on a limb an' was jes about ter jump down on me when I shot him. The dogs grabbed him as he fell an' we had a mighty lively time--don't be in a hurry stranger. Well er good day." He would have kept on this way for three weeks. No, he has never made an effort to tell tbe truth.--Texas Sittings. ( Marriage Permits* "I think I can tell with tolerable ac curacy whether a marriage will be happy or not simply by studying the expression of those who walk up to the marriage-license desk," said a middle- aged man who hangs around the Cook County Clerk's office in Chicago. "Some countenances look worried and sad, as if their owners hadn't qnite made up their minds or were about to do some thing against their will. Others, and I am happy to say the majority, are so full of joy that their faces fairly beam with it, their eyes twinkle, their lips are pretty with smiles and a beautiful pink blush suffuses their cheeks. This applies to both sexes. How do the young men act? They usually look very sheepish. They are really the most diffident applicants that come here. If any one is near they glance at him sideways, and seem to wish they were in some one else's boots. In nine cases out of ten they forget the girl's name or age, and they often have to think a while before they can give their own. The middle-aged applicants are the most composed and business like, but the widows are the best posted of aill, because they have been there be fore. Old age totters and titters, and never more so than when a couple, whose aggregate age is 104 years, are preparing to approach the altar."-- Chicago News. Women In $nsineM, Women who enter manly pxirsuits had as well make up their minds to live without the tender little endearments which a thoroughly woman nature feels BO necessary to happiness. Men do not call the women "darlings" who transact business and negotiate loans. "It's agin natur," and while there is a certain pride in a woman being so self-reliant as to be able to take care of herself, she suffers untold heartaches over the bar renness of her inner life, where no bud of tenderness is nurtured by affection to bloom into gorgeous perfection of love. These are some of the penalties which masculine pursuits bring to those who follow them. --Richmond Palladium. Calvinism and Gunpowder. Dr. Mutchmore, editor of the Presby terian tells of a good colored man who was engaged in blasting a rock that ob structed the progress of some well- diggers very near his residence in Ken tucky. After a fierce explosion that shook the house the Doctor went out to remonstrate against such earth-shaking charges, and said to the colored man: "What are you about? At this rate you will blow us all into the air." "Well, boss," said he, "I rammed down on that powder a piece of the Presby terian. I wanted to show the folks arcund yer what Calvinism could do."-- South Jersey man. DDDLEY SHERIDAN, a grandson of the famous Richard Brinsley Sheridan,"is in the railway business ia tho Citgr of Mexico. PITH AMD POINT. ; BALLOT--OIRM : Female voten. >••- : A CLEAB case of girl: E. Lucy Date. • TIP-TOP MAX--the one who lifts his hat. "WE haven't forefathers in this fami ly," said a Utah urchin, "bmt we've more'n four mothers." "BETTER be a-eatin' dem aigs," said a negro lecturer, " 'stead o' flinging 'em at me. I doan' want 'em, I'se got plenty at home, I has."--Arkantaw Traveler. AMONG the Dunkards men kiss men and the kissing of women is done only among themselves. "Very few converfo are made by the Dunkards," soberly re marks an exchange. "A PERFECT marriage is a sublime symphony," remarks some old bachel or, who doesn't know the difference be tween the rook of a cradle and the movement of a broomstick. "HELLO, Leatliertop, von looh as if you were in the bottomless pit of hope less despair, are you in love?" "No, but almost as bad, next door to it. .I'm in a cheap boarding house.--Carl Pretzel's Weekly. OH, horror! it is reported that an English nobleman is about to take Bteps to get a divorce from his Ameri can wife. After all the trouble that the dear creatures have been to securei titled spouses, it is really too bad if they are going to lose them through tha vulgar instrumentality of the divorce court. LITTLE FRANK--"I saw a rabbit at the stqre to-day. But it could not bite me." Mamma--"Was it lying still with its eyes shut?" Little Frank--"It was still, but its eyes were Open. It could not see, though." Mamma--"Then it was dead, of course." Little Frank-- I guess so. It looked just as if it was having its photograph taken."--Phila- delliia Call "You are growing so stoop shoulder ed," said Deacon Dewgood to Farmer Furrow, "that you ought to walk with your hands behind you." The granger looked at him a moment, and then said, somewhat testily: "Wal, that might do for fellers like you, who ain't got noth- in' to do but walk up and down a church aisle; but wouldn't I look pretty tryin' to work a plough that way?" "I WAS to be married, you know," said Blooms to his friend Clark, "but I guess it's off, you know, for g-good." "How is that ?" asked Clark. "This way," replied Blooms. "She s-aid she'd marry me, you know, when all impedi ments were r-removod." "Yes." "Well, I asked her last night if they were not all--aw--r-removed, you know, and s-sbe said 'no'--I s-still s-stutter I" Two OLD colored women were bap tized in the James River, One sub mitted quietly, while the other came up out of the water all excitemeat, shout ing : "I saw Gabr'l! Gabr'J, right in the bottom ob the ribber! Bress my heart for that vishun of glory." "Hush your mouf, Dilsey," said the less excitable one, "dat was nuffin but a big terrapin, I done seed dat myselfi;',--- The Judge. "I UNDERSTAND that your father is dead, Mike," said an Arkansaw gentle man to an Irish friend. "Yes, sor, the old gintleman has left us. A foine man, yer honor. He could stand up with the best of them." "I haven't seen the old man since he moved away from here, some three years ago. Where was he living when he died ?" "He wasn't liv in' anywhere when he died, sor. He was dead thin." "How mttch do yon charge for ̂ the pants, anyway Y' asked the rural cus tomer. "Dot makes some difference oft you vants dem vor Suntay or efery tay," replied the vender, studying his subject carefully. "If you vants a sheap bair vor efery tay. dot bair vill petwo tollar* but if you vants dem bants vor Suntay. dey vill be fife tollar und a helluf. Sub- bose you dakee um vor Suntay, undven dey vos a little vorn, you vears dem •or efery tay. By dot you safe two tollar en a fife tollar bair of bants!" Against which argument the countryman had nothing to offer, and transaction was closed. A LECTURER is announced with a lec ture entitled "American Hell." Why * man should spend his time talking on a subject of this kind is a thing no one can account for, unless it is for the half a dollar a head his audience pays to hear him talk. The "Amerioan HeU"* is found in a bottle and every man who investigates the contents of that bottle is sure to have more or less hellish ex perience. There is no need of a lec ture on this subject. If the man who is going about has had the "jim-jams" he is entitled to pity but not entitled to make a man pay to hear him tell about it.--Peck's Sun. Preaching and Practice. "See here, Mr. Blank, what are you going oat to-night for?" asked Mrs. B. with a threatening look. "Big political meeting to-night," ex plained Mr. B., apologetically. "Political meeting, eh ?" echoed Mrs. B. "You have been going to politioal meetings every night for five weeks, and if it had not been for me you would have worn your boots to bed every time." "But just think liow nice it would be if ^ I should get nominated for some thing ? Think of tho loads of money I could rake in, and the nice furniture and new clothes and sealskin sacques and--" "That will do," interrupted Mrs. Blank; "I have heard that story be fore. You made a speech last night at a ward meeting, I see." "Yes," responded Mr. B., with par donable pride, „ " " And I see by the two or three lines notice of it in the newspaper that the burden of your remarks was 'the ofBc4> should seek the man and not the man the office.' Now, you just take off that overcoat; sit right down, and if any of • fice comes along and knocks I wiil le$ it in."--Philadelphia Call. Two Smart People. "Laura," said Ralph, as he s talkeA into the parlor without taking off his ulster, "why am I like the letter T?" "I don't know, Ralph, dear, this id not the season for chestnuts." "Well, it's because I come after answered tbe proud youth, smiling. Laura ran to the window, and there at the door was a magnificent horse har-° nessed into a nice narrow sleigh, and there were buffalo robes and everything ready for a ride. "Oh, you dear, lovely fellow," sh<5 cries effusively, running back and pat< ting his glowing cheek; "I am like the letter Q; why? because I am always with U." - .. They went. VELVET ribbon as narrow as soutache braid in black and colors is seen on many of the new hats, generally made into full rosettes * ' . & r M -