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r~-â€"-- vuwullul. “ If she grou‘hdn,“ the artist said enthus instioally, expatiating on her merits to his new passenger. " you see it doesn’t really matter twopunce ; for tho next. high tide ’ll not her afloat again wi_thin six hours. She’s a ("Inni- nnn..-n.__2, . v , , v.-- -.-.....uvu uuuuac. Ll BllU WEBB“ that, why, then. pray, what in the world was she? The 1)! mL’I'urlle measured almost as broad across the beam as she reckoned feet in length from stem to stern ; and her skipper maintained with profound pride that she couldn’t capsizaâ€"even it she triedâ€"in the worst storm that ever blew out of an English sky. She drew no more than three feet of water at a pinch ; she could go any- where that a man could wade up to his knees without fear of wetting his tucked-up breeches. This made her a capital boat for amarine artistto go abeu‘ sketching in; for Rolf could lay her alongside a wreck on shallow sands, and run her up a narrow creek after picturesque waterfowl, er ap- proach the rieklest shore to the very edge‘ of the cliffs, without any reference to the} state of the tide, or the probable depth of the surrounding channel. " If she arm-nul- h at... ““24 ,, 9 ‘ , w_____,-. -. ,w m..- to honest industry all your life lontf, you may go on breaking stones contents ly for the whole term of yrur natural existence. But if you speculate boldly on your week's earnings and land a haul, you mxy in time not another fellow to break stones for you, and then you become at once a respectable man, a capitalist, and a baronet. All the cat fortunes we ate in the world have been piled up in the last resort, if you‘ll only believe it, by successful gambling." “ Every man has aright to his own opin- ion,” Warren Reli ansaered with a more serious air, as he turned aside to look after t the rig ing. “ I admit there is a good deal of pram ling in business; but anyhow, hon~ est industry’s a simple necessary on board the Mud- Twilaâ€"Come aft, here, will you, from your topsy-turvy moral philosophy, and help me out with this sheet and the mainsail." Messinger turned to do as he was direct- ed, and to inspect the temporary floating hotel in which he was to make his way con- tentedly down to the coast of Suffolk. The Mud- 'l'urflc was indeed as odd-looking and original a little craft as her owner and skip- ger had proclaimed her to be. A centre- 0 bu ard yawl, of seventeen tons registered rden, she ranked as a yacht only by cour- tesy, on the general principle of what the logioians call excluded middle. If she wasn't aL- a -_L A. is it always good boys who pull the plums with self-appreciative smileoutof the world's pudding 2 Far from it : quite the other way. I have seen the wicked flourishing in my time like sgreen bayctree. Honest indus- trybreaks stones on theroad, whilesucaeseful robbery or successful gambling rolls by at its ease. cigar in mouth, lolling on the cush- ion ' of its luxurious carriage. If you stick __-__ _. .._'.. w I“ The poet smiled a calm smile of superior wisdom. “Good boy!” he cried, patting Relf on the back in mock approbation of his moral advice. “You talk for all the world like a Sunday-school prize-book. Honest industry has its reward; while fitoh-and-boss and wicked improper games and one at last in prison or the workhouse. My dear Ralf, how on earth cm you, who are a sensible man, believe all that antiqua- lied. nursery rubhish? As a master of tact. Relf’s face fell several tonee. “I wish, Mminger," he said very gravely, "you'd make up your mind never to touch those hateful cards again. You'll ruin your health. your mind, and your pocket with them. I f you spent the time you spend upon play in writing some really great book now, you'd make in the end ten times as much by it." ML- _-_L ,,,!I I u .. - _ tray, vastly attractive. I may as well make a clean breast of it. I strolled round to Pallavicini's after you vacated the Row last night, and found them having a turn or two at lansquenet. Now, lanequenet’s an amusement 1 never can resist. The con- sequence was, in three hours I was pretty well cleaned out of ready cash, and shall have to has my nose to the grindstone ao- oordingly a I through what ought bv rilghts ‘ to have been my summer holiday. This con- ‘ olusively shows the evils of high play. and the moral superiority of the wise man who goes home to bed and is sound asleep when the clock strikes eleven." “ I know I ought, " the poet responded will affected oheerfulnosa. " The path of duty’ I as plain as a pikestafi'; :‘1)ut the things I ought to pdo I most leave undone, and the things I ought not to do, I find, on the con- ' “ch've been making a night of it, I’m timid, Manninger," he said as their eyes met. “ Bld preparation, you know, for a day down the river. We shall have a loppy m, if this wind holds, when we pass the Nora. You on ht to have gone straight to bed when you do the club with me last evening." The painter, attired for the sea like a common sailorin jersey and trousers and knitted woollen cap, rose no flo'n the deck to great him hoapitably. His whole appear- ance betokoned serious business. It was cvldent that Warren Rolf did not mean to play at yachting. H th‘un knnn mull:l\nn n€nLL At :1. II._. a man of businessâ€"Hugh Mass-inner aur- rendered himself in due course bv previous appointment on board the JIM! Turtle It the Pool by the Tower. But his eyes were heavier and redder than they had warned last night ; end his languid manner lhowed at once, by a hundred little signs, tint he had devoted but small time since Rolf left him to what Mr. Herbert Spencer periphrnatically describes as “repxrntive prgeeeaee._" Tide served at Kt. morning at eleven ; and pnnotusl t» the minuteâ€"for, besides being 9 poet, hq pfidgd himgglf pufiia qualities as THE THREAD OF LI FE; CHAPTER 11.. anx Sm”. .. .. .\ uvulu. one 8 : sho-knan well that all SUNSHINE AND SHADE. a most. utilitariafi h for two persons in contained three appropriate com- ‘ets : god a_ small “ That's rather a cruel way of regarding it, isn’t it?" “ Well, my dear hey, what‘s a man to do in these j ammed and eruahed and overcrowd- ed days of ours ‘2 Nature demands the eate- tyovaluo of a harmless flirtation. If one can’t aford to marry, the natural ail'eotione ‘ will find an outlet, on a cousin or aomebody. But it's quite impossible, as things go now- aadaye, for a pennilees man to dream of tak. ing to wife a p nnilese woman, and living on the eum of their joint properties. Accord- ing [to Cooker, nought and nought make nothing. When a man has no patrimony, he must obviously make it up in matri. , m'my. Only, the great point to avoid is letting the pennilese girl meanwhile get too deep a hold upon your personal feelings. The wieest mewâ€"like me, for exampleâ€"are downright feels when it comes to high play or the domestic instincts. liven Achilles had a vulnerable point, you know. So has every wise man. With Achilles, it was the heel ; with us it’s the heart. The heart will wreck the proioundest and most deliberate " \Vell, yes ; a cousinâ€"a sort of a cousin: a Girton girl: the newest thing out in wow en. I call her a cousin for convenience’s sake. Not too nearly related, if it comes to that; a surfeit of family’s a thing to be avoided. But we’re a decadent tribe, the tribe of Massinger; hardly any others of us left alive ; when I put on my hat I cover all that remains of us; and cousinhood's a capital thin in its way to keep up under certain con itions. It enables a man to pay a pretty girl a great deal of respectful atten- tion, without necessrialy binding himself down in the and to anything definite in the matrimonial direction' ”77â€"-.. -vâ€"uvv- UVV. ‘03 fun coming down to the great deep in this unconventional way. The regulation yacht, with sailors and a cook and 1 floating draw- ingmoom, my soul wouldn’t care for. You can get drawing-rooms galore any day in Belgravia; but picnicking like this, with a spice of adventure in it, falls in precisely with my own view of the ends of existence." " It's a cousin you’re going down to Suf. folk to see, then? ” “ That would exactly suit me," Massinger answered, draining off the mugfnl at a. gulp after his unusual exertion. " I wrote a hasty line to my cousin in Suffolk this morning tellin her I should probably reach White~ stran the day after to-moxrow, wind and weather (Permittingâ€"I approve of your ship, Relf, an. of‘your tinned lobster too. It’s “If wind and tide serve like this,” Rolf observed philosophically, as be poured out a glassful of beer into a tin mugâ€"the Mud- Turlle’a appointments were all of the home- liestâ€"“ We ought to get down to White- strend before an easy breeze with two days' sail, sleepin the nights in the quiet creeks at Leigh an Qrfordness.” ' About two o’clock, after a hot run, they cast anchor awhile out of the main channel, where traders ply their lbw of intercourse, and stood by to eat their lunch in peace and quietness under the lee of a. projecting point near Graveeend. ' “ Port your helm !" Relf cried to him hastily once, as they crossed the channel just abreast of Greenwich Hospital. “ Here's another sudden death down upon us round the Reach yonder I" And even as he spoke. a big coalsteamer, with a black diamond painted allusively on her bulky funnel, turn- ing the low point of land that closed their view, here hastily down upon them from the opposite direction with menacin swiftness. Massinger, doing his best to o ey orders, grew bewildered after a time by the glib ra- pidity of his friend’s commands. He was perfectly ready to act as he was bid when once he understood his instructions ; but the seafaring mind seems unable to comprehend that landsmeu do not possess an intuitive knowledge of the strange names bestowed by technical souls upon ropes, booma, gafl‘s, and mizzan-masts; so that Massiuger's attempts . to carry out his orders in a prodigious hurry proved productive for the most part rather of blank confusion than of the effect intend- ed by the master skipper. After assing Greenhithe, however, they began to ad the channel somewhat clearer, and Rolf ceased for a while to skip about the deck like the little hills of the Psalmist, while Massiuger felt his life comparatively safe at times for three minutes together, without a single danger menacinghim ahead in the immediate future from port to starboard, from how to stern, from brig or steamer, from grounding or collision. As for Hugh Massinger, a confirmed laudsman, the first few hours' sail down the . crowded Thames appeared to him at the I outset a perfect phantasmagoria of ever varying perils and assorted terrors. He composed his soul to instant death from the very beginning ; not, indeed, that ho mind ed one bit for that: the poet dearly loved danger, as he loved all other forms of sensa- tion and excitement : they were food for the Muse ; and the Muse, like Blanche Amory, is apt to exclaim, “ ’Il me taut des emotions!" But the manifold novel forms of enterprise as the lumbering little yawl made her way‘ clumsily among the great East-Indiamen and big ocean-going steamers, darting bold~ ly new athwart the very bows of a huge Monarch-liner, insinuating herself now with delicate precision between the broad- sides of two heav Rochester barges, and just escaping collis on now with some laden collier from Cardifl‘ or Newcastle. were too complicated ani too ever-pressing at the first blush for Massinger fully to take in their meaning at a single glance. Hugh Massinger was at once amused and bewilder- ed by the careless confidence with which his sea-faring friend dashed boldly in and out among brigs and sohooners, smacks and steamships, on port or starboard tack. in endless confusion, backing the little Mud- Turtle to hold herown in the unequal contest against the biggest and swiftest craft that sailed the river. His opinion of Bali rose rapidly many degrees in mental register as he watched him tacking and lufiing and , scudding and darting with cool unconcern in 1 his toy tub among so many huge and swift ‘ ly moving monsters. ‘ {leaving mnlly room for the calf-sacrificing volunteer who undartook tho functionu of urveyor and bottlovanhor to turn about in. at the locker: wore amply natural with fresh bread, tinned meats, and other :imple accessories for a week's cruise. Thus equip. pod and accoutrod. Warren Ralf was accus- tomed to live an outdoor life for weeks to- gether with his on» like-minded chum and companion. ’l'cmper, too, there is no question, is good to keep; yet we ourselves remember ,oceasions when we would have lven oil ‘the world to have been able to Ease our temper thoroughlf, completely, irrevoca- bl . Stimulated ass of temper is a great gii't: but a real, genuine lose has a power of closing a controversy or uttin on end to a situation where stlmu oted fiess can effect nothing. No doubt. the losing is ex. pensive; it. generally means apology or compensation of some sort; but. for the moment it carries a men through a diffi- culty unconsciously, and, an it were, on wings. The wounds received in the ex- eitemenb of bottle are said at the timt not; to hurt, and loss of temper means an .1- eitement where wounds given and re- eeived become almost a pleasure.~-[l.ondon Spectetor. c .. V-_ , ......... lruuuuuuu of her views into a court where everything is regulated and prearranged: end the liberty of her religious and political senti- ments into ncentre where religion has its narrow forms, as the politics 0! which it is the servant. The independence of the Princess, and the wicked habit which she had contracted of thinkin for herself, rather .Iutllcd the old Hohenzo lerus. But entire harmony exists between the Empress and her husband. She reads serious literatureâ€"â€" Adam Smith, Thornton, John Stuart Mill, llerbert Spencer and other political econo- mists. The Emperor enquires into the social problem. end studies the theories of the Socialists. This accounts, perhaps, for the Socialist flavour of his address to the German people. “The German Empress," says a writer in the Journal den Debam, “ is the soul of the Imperial household. She is much better loved there than outside, where people are uaj net to her. She has committed the mis~ take of remaining Englishâ€"as all the Bug lieh doâ€"and to carry the pride of her race into the middle of a people which admires itself with a naive and enormous complain. ance ; she brought the pride of her birth into a famil which believes itself the first in the worl ; her aristocratic tastes into a town where art show: itself in clumsy im- itation and patchwork ; the independence 1“ I.-- ..:-_._ -4 Why the Year 1900 Will Not be Counted Among Leap Years. The year is 365 days, 5 hours and 49 min- utes long; eleVen minutes are taken every year to make the year 365:} days long, and every fourth year we have an extra day. This [was Julius Caesar's arrangement. Where do these eleven minutes come from ? They come from the future, and are paid by omitting leap year every 100 years. But if leap year is omitted regularly every 100th year, in the course of 400 years it is found that the eleven minutes taken each year. will not only have been paid back, but that a whole day will have been given up. So Pope Gregory III., who improved on Caesar's calendar in 1852, decreed that every centur- ial year divisible by 4 should he a leap year after all. So we borrow eleven minutes each year, more than paying our borrowings back by omitting three leap years in three centurial years, and square matters by hav- ing a leap year in the fourth centurial year. Pope Gregory’s arrangement is so exact, and the borrowing and paying back balance so closely, that we borrow more than we pay back to the extent of only one day in 3,860 years. It had the desired effect and papa came home. The saloonkeeper, who never took a vacation before in his life, has gone into the country to visit relatives, and the saloon is closed for repairs. __-__ .'~'«uv That evening as she sat alone she heard a racket down cellar, and upon investigation found that a skunk had got his tail in the ratâ€"trap. Now it is a well-known fact that ‘askunk will hold its peace as long as his bushy tail is held, whether in a trap or the hand, and remembering that she had no fear. Suddenly a bright thought entered her head. The clock in the house was strik- ing one and she wanted papa to come home. With a quick movement she threw a bag over the animal’s head, and, after grasping‘ its tail, opened the trap, and thus armed headed for the saloon. It was only a short distance away, and finding the door artly open, she tossed the skunk into the m1d:t of the crowd, and swiftly stole away. Y; L-) LI, , A woman up at St. Helen’s, says the As- toria Pioneer, is the wife of a man who loves to hang around a certain grog bezsr, end in so doing he sorely neglects the helpmeet who sits patiently at home. Many a time and oft has she reasoned with him in her quiet, motherly way, and tried to oint out to him the disgraceful way in whic he was using her, but all to no purpose. She even went so far as to request the teller in the aforesaid booze emporium that he cease selling her husband liquor. But the poison- mixer bade her go hence and exchange New Year‘s calls with herself ; but she turned on her heel and left his hateful_ presence. "‘L,‘ A woman who sells herself for money‘is bad enough, though it's woman's wayâ€"they've lull neon trained to it for generations. But ‘3 man who sells himself for moneyâ€"who takes himself to nmrket for the highest bidderwwho makes capital out of his face and his manners and his conversationâ€"is absolutely contumptiblo, and nothing short of it.â€"I could never go on knowing you, if I thought you capable of it. But ldon‘t think you so. I’m sure you do yourself a gross injustice. You're a great deal better than you pretend yourself. If the occasion ever actually arose, you'd follow your bet- ter and not your worse natureâ€"I’ll trouble you for the mustard.” ‘ [ phi'oanpher living. I uckhowledge it my m It. i ought to wait, of course, till I catch the eminent aldermau’a richly endowed «laughter. Instead of that. Iehall doubtless iliug myself away like a born fool upon the pretty cousin or some other equally unpro- fitable investment.” “ Well. I hope you will," Ralf answered, cutting himself a huge chunk of bread with his pocket clasp-knife. “I'm awfully vlad to hear you n so. For your own sake I hope you'l keep your word. lhope you won't stifle everything you have got that's heat within you for the sake of money and position and success.â€" Huve a bit of this corne¢i_beei, will you‘tâ€"U The German Empress. The Loss of Temper. She Got [Inn Rome. (TO M; CONTINUED. The following‘ndvertlnement recently ap- peared In the London Hnmlsml: “A lady of good family. withmt mcnne, with a thorough knowledge of everything. would be grateful to anyone who would give her oceupetlon, not pertlopler u to whet. " tfio nimon." ' Take all other toys, then, but leave me mine; 'l‘ako rlohcu and plenum: and palaces fine 3 Take all but my playthlngâ€"tho heart man- culine. - ' apurn ! 0h, 'tla rare, Indeed, with a victim smittenâ€"- This delicate game a In mouse and kitten-â€" To cajolo, soothe, caressâ€"then "give him The Bug of a Flirt. Oh, a dainty toy in the heart of man I For all toys known since time began Compare with this one what ono can? What rapture to watch it chill and burn And burn and chill and tremble in turn- Then with dainty shod foot to carelessly 6f 6fV“SnveJ l" which rané nbové tho {bneé of tho organ, and nearly frightened tho organist to death. After spending a night in this dangerous and dismal hole. and having in his strug- gles stripped all his coat, he Wound it about his waist, so that no air could escape from below. Soon he heard the sonorous tones of the organ, and ascended the pipe until he could reach the top with his hands. Then he knew that air had been pumped in below him, and that by gradual compression of the air, he had been forced up as througha pneu- matic tube. As he drew himself out of the pipe, he [gave one hearty and fervent shout n‘ “gaunt I" “dd J. ...... L-..- AL- ‘-___ ,2 The more he struggled the lighter he wedged himself, and, being about twelve feet in m the top of the pi e, the air soon began to give out. and he Eeealue frightened at the idea of dying in the prison where accident had lodged him. His frantic shouts for help did no good. A gentleman who, by the way, is quite aceiebrated organist himself, was wander- ing through the organ loft of St. Andrew’s (Yhurch in New York when he slipped and fell into the diepason pipe of the huge in- strument. He Went down feet foremost into the cone of the pipe until he was tirmiy wedued. Dr. J. S. Woodward addressed the farm- ers upon “Nitrogen, Potash and Phosphoric Acid." He said the air was the great store- house of nitrogen; another source was the coal fields. He described the ammoniacal liquor of the gas factories. and said it was one of the best forms of nitrogenous manure. Potash is found in plants in the mines of Germany. Phosphoric acid builds up the frames of animals, and is found in the bones of animals. It also exists in the slag of iron furnaces, in natural deposits in the south, along the St. Lawrence and in the Cmadas. an opportunity for digestion. The food should be strongly impregnated with phos- phate nitrogen. Feed them with meals. turn them into rye fields, put them in clover fields and a ple orchardsâ€"that is nitrogen one food. allow up with sweet cornstnlks and sorghum. The best quality of pork is made out oi apples alone. He pictured the difference between the effects of carbonace- ous and nitrogenous food, and such a pig could be fed so long on corn as to be starved to death. - Col: F. D. Curtiss spoke upon pigs as a dairy and fruit: farm necessity, and how to feed them lean. He advocated a radical change, and said it was a mistake to think it impossible to keep igs without corn. Corn is the farmer's i eal of everything, and it is all wrong. Pigs ought to be fed but twice a day, 5° give tixne for rest and A Romance of Compressed Air. Considered at a Farmer's In” stitutc. The black knot on cherry and plum trees was shown to be a fungus disease penetrat- ing the bark. The only safe remedy is to cut. it off and then rub the spot affected with turpentine. The tomato rot was also declar- ed to be a fungus, the preventive being sul- phur powder. 7 Nothing can be more dignified than the way many orientals salute a friend; their wishes for his welfare, of those dear to him, expressed in afew words, are to the point; yet nothing can exceed the sublime imbecil- Ity of some tribes of Arabs, who seize each other's right hand thumb in their right hand, and go on through the entire list of their relations changing the grasp as each relative is named. How is your father, A. grasps B. 's thumb ; how is your mother, B. grasps A. '1! thumb ; how is your uncle, grasp ; how is your aunt, grasp; Your nephew, your niece, your cousin, your grandfather, etc., grasp, grasp, mgr-asp, and so on for a quarter of an hour. he Persian saves himself all this wear and tear by simpl touching his forehead at you, something iike your groom does on being told to go home, while the Chinese, Burmese, and most other nations do something nearly as simple. " good night,” or 3'. 330d five." The fine “ fleur dee pain,” the “ creme de la creme,’ the quite too-too people are the only ex cep tion to the rule. llistory tells us that hand~shaking first came into fashion in the time of Henry II. Up to that time our ancestors Wore more alfectionate in their greetings than we, their colder-natured descendants, embracing and kissing each other much in the same fashion as that now prevailing in some parts of Europe, Germany especially. The historian who is pleased to date the commencement of hand-shaking in place of oscnlation and embracing about Henry I L’s time is perhaps in error, as it is more probable the close embrace of acquaintances began to be dis- continued later on, perhaps when tobacco was first introduced. This certainly seems a probable surmise, as even in our present year of grace a man who has been smoking a cheap cigar or a rank pipe is certainly not ‘ the most embraceable object in the world ; and only think what the tobacco of Raleigh's time must have been like 1 However, wheth- er Henry 11. did or did not begin the fashion of “shaking hands,” it is now rapidly be- coming overdone. Everyone shakes hands with everyone on every occasion, on enter. ing and leaving a room, on meeting on the street, and on saying “good morning,” “(road night.” nr Hanna hm. n ma- a-.. From the man with tho limp, damp, ex- preuioulou hand shake, all through the list 0! the aide-motion shakers, the pun) -haudle shakers, the vice-grip shakers am? all the others there are many varieties of hand- shake". You may get an idea how the cus- tom began by reading this taken from the Home Journal: llnru Avis. Hand-Shaking. A score of years ago the exploits of the Monitor, an experimental warcrait designed and built in the United States, drew the at- tention oi the maritime world, and did much to inaugurate the revolution which has since been wrought in the construction and equipment of navies. Another experi- mental vessel, the Veeuvt'm, was launched the other day from the American Navy Yard, which bids fair to attract no lea at- tention, and, should opportunity occur, to outdo thefeats of its shortlived predecessor. The two chief novelties in regardto the Vesuvius are the high rate of speed antiol- ‘pated, twanty knots an hour, and the unique character of her oli'ensive armament. The letter is to consist of three guns, each fifty-four feet in length, and adapted to throw a dynamite shell ot two hundred pounds weight a dis- tance of one mile with precision. If this can be accomplished, and the dynamite cartridge made to explode on striking, it is evident that no ironclad could withstand the shock. Whether, however, the Inn range guns, now so much in vogue in an warfare, Would leave the little slumbcri-g volcano many chances of coming within striking range of its intended victim b one oi the uncertainties of the expel-imam. In our fine soil the farmer, if he have time toapare. may find it profitable to try s good sized field patch of shun-thorns, inter mediates and long Reds, thinning to five inches or so in the row. and drill two hot wide to admit of horse booing. l The Carrot. ‘ The carrot, like all other root crops, do lights and grows to great perfection in a doe , well enriched, light, loamy soil. The see should be sewn in shallow drills about sixteen inchesapart. Sow early in the spring, just as soon as the ground can be properly prepared. If the sowing is delayed until later, it is advisable to soak the seed for twenty-four honrsiu tepid water, and then dry it by mixing with dry sifted ashes, when it may be sown. If the ground is dry at the time of sowing it is advisable to firm it well over the seeds. An ounce of need will sow 1720 feet of drill. u o u l' ed. In a year from the time of his recovery he had mastered the moat extmordinn ditlicultiee on the pienoforte with the le hand, which remained to him, and now “is one-handed pianist produce: effects whisk. if the eyes were closed, would convince the listener that he was listening to two, and even sometimes to four, hands upon the in- atrument. The one-Armed Pianist. Count Ziahy, the extraordinary pianilt, says The Queen, of London, never pla a in public except for charitable purpoees, lei: ‘ not only of high family but also poeseseed ample means. and the singular and romnnfie facts with which his recent extraordinary efficiency is connectes insure him crowded auditnces wherever heappeara. Count Ziohy has from childhood been a great lover of music, for which he had extraordinary na- tural gifts. As a youth he devoted himleli to the study of the vioiin, on which he had already attained great proficiency, whena terrible accident while out shooting turned the course of his life. It was found neoco- sary to amputate his right arm, and it would have appeared to most persons that with this all hopes of an active career in art nut be abandoned. But the indomitable charac- ter of the young Hungarian noble triumph- '_ A __-__ __ are probably unequalled, and whose position makes him in a manner the arbiter in a! European disputes, is represented as Ian- guine that peace will not be broken. It is goasible that his knowledge of the insuf- oiency of Russia’s preparation may give warrant and confidence to his opinions, or it may be that he has some inscrutable ob- jects in view that are best promoted maintaining his characteristic attitude ‘impertnrbability. It is very likely that f 1 Russia can manage by any course of diploi- acy and intrigue to have her chestnuts pun- ed from the tire by some other means she will prefer to avoid the tremendous Qisln of a great war. But that she will ever con- clude, save under constraint of the direst necessity, to abandon her cherished objects, and especially to leave Ferdinand in ful possession of the Bulgarian throne, is in- credible. To relinquish a purpose once forn- ed and attempted. would be to break the historical record of the most pertinaoions of monarchies. The European Situation. The uuuertaintia of the European situ- ation seem to be increasing rather than dim- inishing. The ruptureof diplomatic relatiuu between Greece and Turkey has brought in a new element of complication. To the on looksr, noting from a oistunce the persistent intrigues carriei on under Russian influence to bring about disturbances in Bulgaria and Ronmania, it would seem to indicate that the long-predicted convulsion is inevitable, and its outbreak simply a question of time. The unmistakable tension of feeling in Aus‘ tria points to the same conclusion. On the other hand, Prince Bismarck, whose oppw tunities for taking in the whole situation to their roome as though they had just attended the funeral of a dear friend. Some friends met Thackeray on the atmet one day, and his countenance bore traces of intense grief. “ What is the matter 7" they asked. " I have just killed Colonel Newcome,” he eobbed, burstin into tear: as he hurried away. Charles iekeue had the same experience. So did I. Mine wae even more harrowing. When I wrote my flat funny story about Mr. Bilderbaok go- ing up on the roof to shovel off the anew and making an avalanche of himself and sliding down into a water barrel, I was al- most heart-broken. I didn't kill Mr. Bil- 1derbeok in self. Ah, indeed, I hadn't the heart to c that. The managing editor, that dear, considerate eonl, saw how I felt about it, and he killed him for me. He also killed all the other dear, loving fie characters in the Iketoh. And as wu leaving he remarked that he would kill me if I ever came back with any more each staff. He meant it, too. Peeple who new me coming out of the oflite, scraping dust, and lint, and pine slivers, and goats of paste off my back, saw at once, by my grief- etricken face, that something had happen- ed. But I could not tell them what. My poor, bursting heart was too fallâ€"[Bob Bardette. Nobody but ue‘iteury people know: he: cloeely grows thb attachment between 1 author and his characters. It is related Mrs. Harriet Beeehe towo that when iron the pnges of her In usuript she read tlu death of little Eve, the entire family at bathed in tears, nor coul one of them upon] a word, but all nxournful x separated,_gelnl 5‘ ‘L,_- A _A|_m_lors §ud Stunning-1':