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figâ€"WM; LATEST FROM EUROPE. England and France-The Inevitable Bal- kan Troublesâ€"Death of the Duchess of Cambridge. England‘s chronic attitude toward her neighbor across the Channel is one of ex- pectation that France is about to do some- thing foolish. Nowhere else are the levity and incoherence of the supposed Parisian character taken so seriously as here in Lonâ€" don. Whenever for the last five years any responsible British politician has given his views on the European situation it has al~ ways been with the reservation that if Paris in the meantime does not raise a commotion. It is true that Paris all this time has not raised any disturbance, but this does not at all alter the favorite E iglish theory that she is likely to do so at any minute. The Balkan troubles, which come as regu larly as the flowers and fevers in the Spring, have disappeared from the surface in Bul- garia and Servia only to break out with fresh vehemence in Roumania under the bitter attacks of the whole Russian press and the intrigues set afoot by the Russian Envoy, Hitrovo, who has recently returned to Bucharest with a fresh supply of funds. The Liberal Ministry has been driven out of power, and, while the King vainly strives to find a leader strong enough to pass the budget and allow the Chamber to be dissolv. ed, the Russian papers are raising a cry that this foreigner has been long enough on a Slavic throne, a cry which finds plenty of echoes in the Pan-Slavist section of the Roumanian press. There is a disposition to doubt the rumor that Emin Pasha and Henry M. Stanley, with a horde of men. women, and children, have been seen on their way to Zanzibar, and a confirmations of it would not be alto- gether welcome unless it becomes clear that Emin could not have held his own at Wade- lai. Stanley‘s latest letters only show what was already known, that Emin did not de- sire to leave, and they afford no argument why he should. The English people at least would be much better pleased to learn that Stanley and Emin had combined to de- fend the equatoriai province against the Mahdi and had entered upon a warfare against slaverv at its very root. The Duchess of Cambridge, who died the other day at the age of 92. was, it is curious to remember, a daughter of that Laudgrave of Hesse-Cassel, who sold mercenary troops to the British in our R evolutionary war. She married the Duke of Cambridge three years after the battle of Waterloo and had been a widow nearly forty years, having been for a long time a solitary royal relic of a generation which called George III. father. She was the one of the whole lot whom peo- ple were best pleased to have survive, for she was a very lovely, wise, sweet old lady, notably well preserved and alert in mind to the end. Her son, the Duke of Cambridge, bald oldjmau, has made it a point all his life to pay her a daily visit and the affection existing between the two long ago became a familiar and'pleasanr thought to the English people. MABOONING IN MEXICO. The Little Adventure “'hich Hotel a Diver in the Buy. Chamberluco said he would get us some extra fine oysters from an old sunken vessel on which the oysters had formed. We knew he was a good diver, and so put him at it, we sitting around looking at him dive in twenty feet of water and bring up oysters. Finally one of the boys who was also diving came up and said a shark had Chamberluco, but almost at the some time up popped Chamberluco. but all covered with blood on his head. We got him into the boat. and none too soon, for a number of sharks of great size were around the boat bzting at the blood that Chamberluco loft in the water. We washed old Chum. off and found that he was almost scalped, the fish (for it was not a shark, it was a mirror or Hebrew fish) had taken the top of his head into its mouth down to the eyes and out a complete circle around the head, taking out one of his eyes, cutting into the bridge of his nose across the check and around the back of his head. We cared for him the best we could, and since he has gotten well, but has only one eye and has a ring around his head. He says that the fish took his head into its mouth and swam with him around under part of the vessel ; that he fought as best he cov.‘ l with his hands, and thinks he got his fingers in its eyes and that is why it let him go, and then he lost no time in getting to the top. ._.____.â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"- fashion Notes According to a fashion authority, ltdies' hats will have lower crowns this season. This will give theatre-goers a new source of satisfaction. Now is the time for susceptible young men to fall sick in Philadelphia. Thirty-six young ladies have just been made doctors in the Quaker City. A bouquet of white roses hung on the bell knob of the house of a dead person nice with the craps is a new idea in trappings 0 was noted by the New York Tribune. A good imitation of frosted glass may be produced by applying‘to the glass a saturat- ed solution of alum in water. It may be colored by the addition of aniline dyes. The coloring is not very permanent, however. In all the country towns in Eastern Con. ueczicu: smart young ladies are quitting the piano for the chicken incubator, and they rind that hatching chickens is not only vast- ly more lucrative than toying with the tink- ling keys. but it is more healthful and fasci- nating. It is also more healthful for the neighbors. The magnificent building which the we- man's Christian Temperance Union proposes to erect in Chicago wrll cost $300,000. About half of this sum has been raised already. It will be eleven storeys in height, and it is estimated that its rental will be about 3‘20,- 000 a year. It will be known as the Temple of Temperance. At a recent beggars' ball in Vienna there were 5,000 persons present, all in beggara‘ costume. The more beggarly the costume the greater the applause that ted it, and at the close a prize was awn ed to the per- son who was adjudged to have made the most successful hit in costume and manner. A person who caricatured a well-known actrecs won it. WITH THE BBB AND FLOW- ne Causes of the Shining To and Pro or the Tide. No movement of the sea is more impor- tant than the regqu rise and fall, once in about twenty five hours, which we know as the tide. The movement is due to the dif- ference between the attractions exerted by the moon and sun upon the solid earth and those exerted upon the oceanic envelope. Attraction, as shown by Newton, varies not only directly as the mass, but also inversely as the square of the distance; thus at an equal distance one body will exert double the attraction of another of half the mass: but if the distance of one body be twice that of the other, and their masses equal, the attraction of the more distant will be but a quarter of that of the nearer. So the im- mense mass of the sun exerts, in spite of its greater distance, a far greater attraction upon the earth as a whole than does the moon. The difi’ereuce, however, between the sun’s attraction upon the solid earth and its attraction upon the ocean is, on account of its distance, but a small fraction of its total attraction ; whilst that between the moon’s attraction upon the solid earth and its at- traction upon the ocean, owiug to its com- paratively small distance of 240,000 miles, is a very considerable fraction of its total action. So that whilst the earth's attraction causes the moon to travel round it once a month, the reciprocal attraction of the moon is mainly effectual in causing the tides, the sun's action being only about one-third as great. The waters of the open ocean have a tendency to rise up in a heap on the side nearest the moon, because they are pulled more strongly than is the solid globe, and, being liquid, yield to the attraction. Sim- ultaneously a similar heaping up occurs at the antipodes of this pointâ€"on the side, that is, farthest from the moonâ€"because the solid globe is, as it were, pulled away from the water there. Two great tidal waves are thus originated; and, as the earth’s movement in its orbit, coupled with its daily rotation, makes the moon occupy the same relative position every twenty five hoursâ€"or, more exactly, every twenty-four hours and fifty minutes -â€"high tide at any place occurs twice in every such period of time. The Religion of Buddha. Buddhism is a subject which must con- tinue for along time to present the student with s. boundless field of investigation. No one can bring a proper capacity of mind to such a study, much less write about it clearly, who has not studied the original documents both in Pall and Sanskrit, after a long course of preparation in the study of Vedism, Brahminism, and Hinduism. it is a system which resembles these other forms of Indian religious thought in the great variety of its aspects. Starting from a very simple proposition, which can only be de- scribed as an exaggerated truismâ€"the tru- ism, I mean, that all life involves sorrow and that all sorrow results from indulging desires which ought to be suppressed â€"it has branched out into a vast number of compli- cated and self contradictory propositions and allegations. Its teaching has become both negative and positive, agnostic and ghostic. It passes from apparent atheism and materal. ism totheism, polytheismandspiritualism. It is under one aspect more pessimism ; under another pure philanthropy; under another monastic communism ; under another high morality ; under another a variety of mater- ialistic philosophy ; under another simple demonology ; under another a mere farrago of superstitions, including necromancy, witchcraft, idolatry, and fetichism. In some form or other it may be held with almost any religion, and embraces something from almost every creed. It is founded on philosophical Brahminism, has much in com man with Sankhya and Vedanto ideas, is also connected with Vaishuavism, and in some of its phases with both Saivism and Saktism, and yet is, properly speaking, op- posed to every one of these systems. Ithaeinitsmorai code much common ground with Christianity, and in its mediseval and modern developments presents examples of forms, cermonies, litanles, monastic com- munities, and hierarchical organizrtions, scarcely distinguishable from those of Roman Catholicism ; and yet a thanlthat presented by the essential doctrines of Buddhism and of Christianity can scarcely greater contrast be imagined. Sarangeet of all. Buddhism â€"-with no God higher than the perfect man â€"has no pretensions to be called a religion in the true sense of the word, and it is wholly destitute of the vivifyihg forces necessary to give vitalityto the dry bones of its own morality : and yet it once existed as a real power over at least one-third of the human race, and even at the present moment claims a vast number of adherents in Asia, and not a few sympathizers in Eirope and America. Woman's Works in Fiction. It is women who write most of the Eug- lish and American novels, though men still ply that industry, and it is women who are most popular in their novels. What has sold so well as “ Uncle Tom "2 Who in France was read so much as George Sand? or in England as Charlotte Bronte and George Eliot 2 or in Sweden as Fredrika Bremer? or in America as Miss Alcott. or now in all countries as Mrs. Ward? No wonder that these eat successes and many others that could e named tempt women to write many poor novels and some good ones, the major. ity being mediocre, however, or neither good nor bid. lint mediocrity in a novel is now much higher in quality than it used to be, the novel~writing talent having grown by cultivation, until the fourth rate novelist can write better than any but the first rate author could fifty years ago.â€"Springfield Republican. He Was Governed by the Evidence. A young man had himself measured for a new suit of clothes where he got his clothes from the tailor he discovered that there was no watchpooket inthe waistcoat. “What is the meaning of this I" asked the indignant customer. "Meaning of what!" “Why, this waistcoat has no watch pocket. “Why didn‘t you make the waistcoat like the old one I sent you as a pattern l Ithad a watch pocket." “I know the old waistcoat hsda watch pocket, but as I found nothing but a pawn ticket in it for your watch, I didn't see what use you were going to have for a watch pocket. YOUNG FOLKS. WAS HE A COWARD: ._..â€" BY LKN'SIE 633381.“. "Goin' to the baptism' to-morrow, Mile lard 2" called out a youngster to his chum, M the motley crowd of school-boys rushed for their hats in the hall. preparatory to an- other rush to the playground. A dull, red flush surged up over Millard Ansou's face, as he answered slowly, "Bap- tizin' 1 Where 2" “Why, up at the chapel. Didn’t you know! They say there’s about twenty to be ’mersed." Yes, Millard knew, and at every one of the night meetings which had preceded this "bapt'zin' " he had been an anxious listen- er. But he evaded the question now, by rushing with all his might into a game of ball. The boys, however, did not forget it, and as they left the playground at the clanging of the bell, some of them began to speak with loud irreverence. “Ki! boys,” shouted one, “if it's cold to-mcrrow as ’tis to-day it’ll freeze on 'em.” " Why, the ice is two inches thick on the creek up in that hollow i" cried Rob Carson, less sacrilegious than the others, but equal- ly aghast at the idea of such icy baptism. “ Why don’t they wait until summer time i" be queried, running to overtake Millard, who strode rapidly on in front. angry at the boys' light, rude jesting, yet not brave enough to turn their ridicule upon himself by defending the church of which his father was well known to be an elder. “Cause they're ’fraid the sinners’ll get out o’ the notion," shouted someone behind. “You ought to be ashamed of your selves l" Rob Carson cried as, hanging his cap on its peg. Millard stalked up-stairs, without a word. “They say he is to be baptized, too." "Then he ought to be ashamed for pre- tending he didn't know,” George Raby said indignantly. Millard Anson could not study the rest of the afternoon. His conscience troubled him, and the boys' at their desks were whispering and laughing about him he knew, for he met their eyes whenever he raised his own, and as one passed him on an errand to the teacher’s desk, he whispered : “ Better turn Methody, Mill, and be sprinkled. ’Twon’t be half so cold.” And George Baby, with a contemptuous flash in his eyes, had said, “YOu sneak l to pretend you didn’t know i” He h'ld made up his mind that he would “thrash them all out," when school was over, for he had not moral courage to de- fend his faith, neither had he patience to en- dure reviling and revile not again, and the boys all knew that physically, at least, he was no coward. But, after school, Miss Roberts said in her sweet, quiet way, “ Can I see you a moment, Millard '2" He waited, and after the others had all gone she came and stood, a tiny figure, before this great, tall boy, and, taking his two hands, looked upto his face and told him how glad she was to hear of his coming out on the Lord’s side, and how thankful she would be to know that all her boys were walking the same path with her. The older boys of the school were all do- voted to the little teacher, and when Millard came out of the school-room carrying her books, the knot of boys, who had evidently been waiting for him, dispersed. All the way home the little woman poured bright, brave wordsiuto his ear, and said at part- ing, “ I shall come early to-morrow, Mil- lard, and I know most of the other boys will be there. Only think how much good your example will do them." “ Theyâ€"they'll laugh i" he blurted out, for answer. “ Laugh l Oh, no 1" she cried in a grieved tone. " I hope I have not a boy or girl in school wicked enough for that.” “They‘ll only come to make fun." “You must not believe them to be so bad," she answered brightly. “And, oh, Millard, to be ashamed of Christ, after you have felt his love would be worse. My brave boy, don’t be a moral coward." Notwithstanding her promise, the little school mistress was late at the chapel next morning, having been called in to see and prescribe for one rf her pupils who was dan- gerously ill. As she threaded the path that led up through the valley to the rude little chapel among the hills, she could hear the people singing down by the banks of the stream an knew that the converts were be- ing baptized. Quickening her steps, she hurried on, with a prayer in her heart for poor Millard, and for the quiet, orderly be- havior of her own little flock, who, in com- mon with many of their parents and older folk, would leave the service of their own well- folded valley churches, to come up here among the hills and be “amused” by the often devout, but strange, wild service, in- clusive of much shouting and renting of the children of the hills, or Harl’shell Baptists, as they called themselves. The little white chapel, standing out clearly upon the summit of the bill against a background of dark, plnmy pine, and the darker green of shining laurel leaves, was indeed deserted when she reached it. Re- gardless of the keen, fresty air, the can re- gation througed the banks of the c ear stream below., The ice had been broken for quite a space around an unusually deep pool, and the limpid water dimplod along, tickling the broken bits of crystal with a silvery sound against the frczen barrier be- low. A hush had succeeded the singing, and with bare head, in white shirt sleeves, the stalwart Baptist reacher stood in the midst of the pool, his and raised above the head of a lithe, slender figure, as the baptism from on high was evoked. Then, clasping the two hands in one of his, and bracin the other back of the shoulders, he sways the boy’s form slightly. and the next moment it sank swiftly into the clear, cold water, ap- pearing upright again in another second. With a quick, firm hand the preacher swept the water from his face ; a few more words of consecration, and then, as the newly bu - tized walked to the water’s edge, Miss R; - am, standing quite close now, saw that it was Millard. To her surprise he did not leave the water, to find warmth and dry clothing at the cottage close by, but stood dripping and shivering at the edge of the stream until the last convert had left the pool, and the preacher, following, had blessed them all. She shivered under her warm furs and, being near, would have thrown a shawl over her favorite's shoulders, had she not feared to offend their sense of religious reverence. “ Will they not die of colds or fevers after such exposure?" she asked a woman of the congregation, who was standing near. â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"â€"_ "Oh, no! miss," she responded quickly. “They never taken cold from bein’ baptiz ad. My Tim says when he were baptised las' December, he came out fairly in a glow.” Nevertheless Miss Roberts breathed a sigh of relief as they left the water, the people singing a wild, discordant, out fer- vently religious chant. Miss Roberts did notjoin inthe singing, but stood leaning against the shaggy trunk of a water birch, her hands clasping each other tightly inside her tiny muff, her eyes fixed upon Millard as he followed his companions. The blood darkened his face in spite of his efforts to force it back, as the path up from tee stream led him through a little company of his schoolmates on the outer edge ol the crowd. A wave of pained surprise swept over her own face, as she saw that, though most of the faces were touched with rever. enoe, some stared at him curiously and even mockingly. One boy, with a leer and a quick motion, threw out his foot to trip him. One flash straight out from the shoulder of that white, dripping arm, and Miss Roberts sprang forward to lift George Ruby‘s head from the stones, crying out, “Oh, Millard l" with a white face and agonized eyes up. turned to his own fierce ones, as he hurried past her to the cottage above. All over the hills spread the story of how "Miss Roberts' boys had behaved at the baptism," and more than one righteoust indignant parent refused for atime to let his children return to the little school- house ; but the gust blew over, and George Ruby’s fractured ,skull healed again. and the little teacher gathered her usual quota of pupils round her, all save oneâ€"Millard. When questioned about his non-attendance, his little sister at first refused to answfier, then twisting her apron with nervous - gers she said, her eyes dowucast and face crimson, “He be ashamed." Two years passed, and Miss Roberts left the hill country to brighten a valley home of her own. The little school-house, under the rule of any chance pedagogue who might apply for the position, became the scene of frequent broils. One night the oottagers along Clear Creek saw a blazing beacon on the hill-top and knew that their little tem- ple of learning was on fire. Those first upon the ground saw plainly, from the rich ends of resinous pine under the burning sills and the matches scattered about, tiat the work had been incendiary, and when George Raby came skulking out of the bushes afew minutes later they openly accused him of the mischief. When it was found that the flames could not be extinguished, the feel- ing grew strong against him, and circum- stances a‘l pointed to his guilt. Only the day before he had been expelled from school and was supposed to have left that evening for his home in the valley. His very pre- sence there was an accusation. For the first time since that evening two years before, when he left it with Miss Rob- erts, Millard Anson stood before the old school-house silently watching its fiery de- struction. His face was softened by mem- ories of the 01:1, bright days spent within its walls, and in the light of the flames one could see that the once bright, handsome, boyish face had grown grave and was some- what sad, yet there were no hard lines of at i1 upon it, and the eyes had gained a new and steadfast light. The sound of loud and angry shouts and calls roused him suddenly from his reverie and turning quickly, he saw two stalwart fellows, one on either side forcing George Riby up the rough stone steps and under the blazing portal. "Sings him i" shouted a dozen of voices, “Duck his head in the fire 1" “Throw him down on the floor and let him shift for himself 1” With a dexterous stroke, one boy dashed his feet from beneath him as the other swayed backward with all his might, and down with acrash went all three, the jar hurling down upon them the burning door- way, the heavy upper sllls, and a the roof. Cries of terror hushed the angry voices. After a moment one boy from the flames, his clothing and he could not movethem. “ They're stunned, and Ruby's never been much more than a fool since he got his head broâ€"” Some one put his hand over his lips and looked at Millard. That glance was like a knife~thrust, and Millard sprang for- ward, pnshiug the crowd aside. One end of the building was as yet almost unharmed and, making his way to a small window in it, he crushed in the sash, clambered over the high sill and dropped down amid the flames below. He was not long in finding the obj.cts of his search. \Vith a burning piece of broken scantling, he pried up the sill that lay across the writhing, prostrate figures and. a boy dragged himself free, but he new by the flames that it was not George. “ Here, keep up this sill while I pull George out," he cried, but the boy rushed past him toward the window. " George l George 1" he shouted, and very near came a foolish laugh, and the broken answer “ Wha'd-yeâ€"want.” The bar snapped be- neath the weight of the sill; but with a quick motion Millard grasped the dark ob- ject and drew it from beneath. A crackling sound above gave warning, but George could not stand upon his feet. Dragging and pushih the heavy body, Miller at last reache the window. From the ledge strong arms seized George and drew him out, just as the roof with a whirlwind of flame and smoke came crashing in. It was Rob Carson who, when Millard had been given up for lost, leaped in among the burning timbers and tearing away the debris beneath the window, came staggering back with his friend in his arms. As they thronged about him, lying helpless on the ground, with words of praise and gratitude, he threw out both arms to keep them back. “Don't thank me ; don't call me brave 1 me, a coward l a dastardly coward i” There were weeks of pain for Millard; weeks that were away and left him frail and feeble, with all the earth’s sweet light for- ever quenched for him in darkness, and his poor face sadly scared and scarred. "Blind 1” his poor mother had lhriekeda, wringing her hands when test after to t proved but too plainly that those great dark eyes were really sightiess. “Oh my boy! my or boy 1 my eldest born, my best and brig test 1" and throwing herself down on her knees beside him, she caught his brown head to her bosom, amidst a storm of ache and tender words. “ Nay, mother.” he said, gently freeing himself. " It is but the adding of tienoe and brotherly kindness to my fai -and, what was it you read? ‘ He that lacketh these things is blind and cannotseo afar off, and bath forgotten that he was purged from his sins.’ " In the early summer of that year the “lit. part of , rushed out on fire and his face singed and blackened. The others, he said, had been caught beneath a heavy sill tle teacher " again visited the hill-country and, amongithe first cottages, that of the Anson}. illardwasn" \ ' home; he was higher up among contains. his mother said, holding a V . acted meeting in which great interest was manifested. “Yes‘m, he have given himself to the Lord, my Millard have, and there's not another preacher like him anywhere. The people from down in the valleys come up to hear him nigh every Sunday that he preaches here, but they don‘t come tolaugh, for there's no shoatin' an oavortiu‘ in Mil~ lard’s church. It's 11’ b about as quiet as 'tis in your'n. But he esps a sayiu' some- thir' I can‘t- undsrstand about Peter, au’ bein’ a coward, an' tryin' to wipe out the shame by standin’ up for Christ all the rest of his life." "Here's his Bible," she continued, touch- ing a ponderous book with raised letters which lay upon the table. "George Ruby's father bought an' give it to him, an’ George, he professed the first time Millard ever preached ; but he never takes the book about with him now, for it's dreadful heavy and Millard have never been strong since the fire. Besides, he says he knows it most by heart." Tears stood in the little teacher's eyes, as ' she sat in the chapel, the next Sabbath morning, and watched a familiar figure, stooped somewhat from its old, proud hear- ing, ascend the steps to the rude pulpit. Once there, the groping movement of the hands ceased and proud uprightness return- ed. There was aring in the clear, brave tones, and she could not think it altogether by chance that the sightiess eyes, clear and dark as ever, turned full upon her face, as he slowly repeated the words, that came to her pitying heart as a message of comfort and reassurance : “And I will bring the blind by a way that they know not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known; 1 will make darkness light before them, and crook- ed things straight. Thess things will I do unto them and not forsake them." Thought He Was Dead. He is a railroad man occupying a respons- ible position on one of our great lines. A few years ago there was a crash on his road and the train on which he was riding was knocked into smithereehs. He was picked up as one dead and was stretched out in some convenient place to await the arrival of the doctors to officially pronounce upon his con- dition. By and by a physician hustled up, looked at his prostrate, motionless form and pallid face and said: That poor fellow's a goner, I guess.” Then he kneeied down, lifted up an eyelid and saw a dull. expressionless orb. “Yes, he's dead fast enoughâ€"take him away i" exclaimed the doctor. The supposed corpse suddenly began to move its lips. The startled surgeon listened and this is what he heard : “ You blanked old fool, that's my glass eye 1" President Harrison andZHis Pies. “Mr. President,” observed Colonel Hal- ford to Mr. Harrison this morning, “ have you tried the new puzzle ?" “ What puzzle, Elijah i" inquired the President gently. “ ‘Putting the Pigs in the Pen,’ Mr. Presi- dent." A shade came over the President's face. “No, Elijah,” he said wearily, " I have been so busy trying to keep the hogs out of office that I haven't had time for any other puzzle ;" and the President picked up a pile of applications and muttered a mutter too deep to be articulateâ€"[Washington Critic. _â€"- Realized His Loss. Miss Ann Teakâ€"I met your old friend Mr. Warble lest evening. We had quite a con- versation about you. You were engaged once, I believe?" Miss Fatandfortyâ€"“ Yes." Miss Ann Teakâ€"“He grew quite remin- iscent, as it were. Said he never would have quarreled with you it he had realized how much he was losing.” Miss Fatandfortyâ€""Reallv!" Miss Ann Teakâ€"“Yes. He said you only weighed about ninety pounds then, and you must weigh at least 175 how.” Miss Fitandfortyâ€"” Oh, you hxteful thing i" A Walking Distillery. Mrs. Hâ€"“My husband annoys me fright- fully. I cannot say anything. no matter how serious it may be, but he laughs in his sleeve." Mrs. S.â€""Why, how lovelyl" Mis.H.â€"“E"I‘!“ Mrs. S.â€"“Pardon me, I meant that I should consider it lovely if my hulb sud were in the habit of laughing in his sleeve." Mr. H.â€"“l failto understand you, as yet; pray c xplain." Mrs. 8 -â€"“Oh, you would understand me fast enough, if your husband had a breath like the one that my lord and master carries about With him." Mr.â€"‘ Ohl"â€"-[ I’eck's Sun. _â€"â€"â€" It Was Very Sudden. A farmer not many miles from Maine was the owner of a very slow and bulky horse which was recently overtaken by death. One of our business men the other day ex- tended to the farmer his sympathy for the loss of the horse, and said : " He must have died rather suddenly, didn't he 2 ’ “ Sud~ den !" replied the old nan, “ I guess to did, mighty sudden for him. it's the most sud- den thing I ever knowed him to do in all his life.” The further remarks ofgmpaihy from the merchant Were drown by the laughter from no bystanders.-â€"[Lewiston JonrnaL Some of the “cures” at a European re- sort are mineral water cure, grape cure, whey cure, cold water cure. massage cure, piueneedle baths, Russian, Roman, Irish, mud, steam and electric baths. All ills are met by “cures.” The Welsh schooner Pursuit, Capt. Williams, salt laden, sailed from Wssyton Point, near Liverpool for Carloway, distant 410 miles, late last September. She got as far as Stoaneway, within fifty miles of her destination, on Oct. 23, but since then has been so driven about And damagid by storms that she has just reached her rt of destio nation, having been almost mouth! on the way. The mate droppeddeed during a galgbuttherestof the crew werewolf.