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STARLIGHT. . tar MARK HUKTSfcM. \ fltwemernibrr making a wondrous row , iKiffl I vas younger ihan I am 1 And perhaps not over-wise, . 4nd iDrnycd if ever my truth should Ml, • TUtlbr twining stars of heaven might pale, «[ ;An*l the moon desert the #kie». 'answering vow was given to MB ^ f Jrssa Hps waose crimson «»« "sir $8 sills':.1 j r- • .... ««« M «fcf(iiiw « VOWC . • ' • ""f * . Lily, yon Were " my angel» tt»%t f < And I vu to you " above all men ..., How is it with you now? fc nioonles* sky, what starless night* tflWNufi darken o'er poor beclouded wigM, i Should th>i moon and stars obey. . Whenever young lovers, one or both, . ' --.^•f.Je'orgct a promise, or break an oath,. I*$} v ? - $B *t»>1|r Or far 1 rom their duty stray! ,-v :\$M\ And what sad changes a few yeMs bri«$I j . *Jhe peericHs augti of whom I sing __-- Is an angel to me no more, 8r ~ -- a m i - c h e e k e d , h e a l t h y , a m p l e d u f % _ J In another home, with another name, UuM And the dreams of her youth are And I--did I bear a bleeding heart, ^ i Pierced and wounded by Love's keen «WH» f As. lovers fn book*all do?- > "?.f %t»<|Alas! for the earnestness of youth! t i ,9V Alss I for matins coDstiiicy and truth f ,v My dream was forgotten, too, Hie S&QB shines oi».; a> TL uaed to ahine " .~â *£tfWhen I made those broken vows of mine, * And the starry sky above ." Changes not; but to me time brought' .' •*• (Strength of purpose and earnest thought, . „"V:' And a more enduring love; V ff'jA l°Te that brightened my home rttdlpwt, ;'4t"^M°That seemed of my very life a part; • And when I was doomed to see « ^i'My heart's rose wither from d»y to d4pP"s."f' **" ' knew that not even death could stay1 The flow of her love for mc. And now I think, when the silvery light "»i*T-Of jrtan shines out «n the calm midnight, w, hot of the vow I gave, » Net of the dreams of early yeftun; 1' <*»» iBut I think how holy the light appear* .I la As it falls >ij>on h?r grave. " - n I long fasting that taken had >* *1i in ? X. ' • ' I? was the 1st of March, in the year of ' tfjrace 1&--. In a merchant's office, not far from Oheapside, a little man sat at a ; high desk, trying hard, apparently, to Iteep one eye on the rows of figures be­ fore him and the other on the office i -clock. Failing in this, his glances tra- ̂ "vfeised from the one to the other with . j>endiiluin-like regularity. At last the ; 1 -olock struck the wished-for hour of 6, and the little man shut the big ledger 'with at, bang, and, after locking it up oarefuLly in the office safe, dashed into a «w>board, and began a hasty but careful teurtt, involving great splashing of water, and much violent exercise with a stumpy nail-brush. Evan Jones was •terminally managing clerk, and really general factotum, to the firm of Borwick & Brown, hard-wood merchants. He was 50 years of age, short, fat, and . good-natured, though a little peppery at times. He had a numerous family, whom he found it anything but easy to fettd'Wftd bring up on his modest salary •J of 5»> shillings a week. With strict ^ecohomi however, he managed just to Kktrtke both ends meet. Not for liim were the breezy sands of Bamsgate or the •chestnut avenues of Hampton court. Not for liim were the mild Havana or , tibe fragrant cigarette. He had no vices „ ajjid desired i*o luxuries. One indulgence ^one in the course of the year did he . joermit himself; He was a Welshman to .backbone, and herein lav his one .̂ e îcavagfmee, Gouie what might, and however depressed the condition of the "demestic money market, he was always present at the dinner of the "United Welshmen" on St. David's day. The l>^pes«ajy guinea was to Jones as much r< lifi a.hundred to many of the other guests , , ,ypo assembled at the banquet in ques- , ,.tpon-̂ -a sum to be scraped together by . infinite sacrifice and self-denial. But, Though b&ck and sides go bare, Though hands and feet go cold, the o^d song says, scraped together it , SHost be, by hook or by crook. For ««arly a week prior to the present occa- , .«ion, Evan's dinner had consisted of a » p%veioy and a penny roll ; and on the of our story he had! taken no food t whatever since his frugal breakfast, in- •. .lending to compensate himself hand- 1} Mmaiy for his abstinence at the expense Ot the "United Welshmen." He had, *'in troth, gone so long without food as to *£toel a littie exhausted ; but he consoled .-'Mksdf with the thought of the splendid «ppe!itc* he should cany to the festive ooacd; and, having at Inst completed Ms he shut up the office and started , Joe the hostelry, where the dinner was to toe held, feeling at least six feet high, an humming At hyd y not with patri- j.»«otic energy. . At .almost the same moment when - .Kvan Jones started on his journey, a ' tfadl, handsome man, in faultless evening ' *tfltife, stepped out of a West End man- outside of which a brougham was 1 ^Akiting. A graceful little lady, with a - imglifc, i îriisli face, accompanied him to tiie hall door. "*iou won't be very late, Owen, will ̂ jpou ?" she said, coaxingly. * "Not very early, I am afraid, pet. We Welshmen are rare fellows for keep­ ing it up; and if I came away before all i! ,4fee national toasts had been duly hon- rf «ced I should never hear the last of it." i:>. -"Very well, dear; then I suppose I - nmate 't expect you till I see you. I hope , • won will have a pleasant evening. Don't tfcte too much wine," she continued * "laughingly. *'! "Can't answer for myself on such an " <j6cftsion," her husband responded. »> '•i' TJie tavern," he said to the coach- pMWt and, kissing his hand to his wife, f: moments was whirled out of j- ~n~"~ " Th«v'United Welshmen " had finished » Sieir dimier, and had made considerable « pt»gTO«8 with their dessert. Each man wore attached to his button-hole a won­ derful composition of green and white satin and silver filigree, which was sup- tooled (by dint of making believe very <* much indeed) to represent the "leek," 'itecred to the occasion. A perfect hur- iicane of tt's and m's and p's and I's and * 1 sb's flew about the room, only ceasing * fcr a few moments when the Chairman .̂ bse to propose a toast, or the bards at tbe far end of the banquet hall tuned their harps for some Cambrian melody. .J&van Jones was seated at the festive board, but, alas, no longer the pick-and- spaii Evan Jones who had but a couple < .ifhoun earlier left the office of Messrs. Borwick & Brown. His carefully brushed % «kair was now rough and disheveled, his * *iace red, his shirt-front limp and crum- * pled, his utterance thick, and his gen- * A«ral appearance that of a gentleman who has dined "not wiselv, but too well." floor Evan had been by no means im­ moderate in his potations, but he had so weakened himself , the little he had taken had an exaggfer ated effect upon him, and he was rapidly becoming argumentative, not to say pug- nacions. It was an article of faith with him, even in his sober moments, that he was in some mysterious way connected with the last of the Welsh Kings, and in his present elevated condition this idea took possession of his iiviiiu wiiu re­ doubled emphasis. He had mitse San once commenced a sentence beginning, " As a 'scendant of Llewellyn," but with­ out getting any farther. At the second failure his left-hand neighbor, to whom the observation was addressed, replied ptofanely, " O, blow Llewellyn!" Evan Jones looked at him for a moment with an expression of immeasurable scorn and disgust, and then turned to his right- hand neighbor: " 'S a deshendant of Llewellyn, 'pears to me--as a 'scendant --of Llewellyn"--and then stopped again. " Cwm nog lwyn bora dwmnath cwlyd llimach bah,"* replied his right-hand neighbor. " Dwyllog lwmmo gwlloch y dina nos, ierusurked another of the party. " Cwlla gwyn dwylleth dym da y cwi bala llewelly caerloc," responded Jones, whose tongue was loose enough in his native Welsh, and who would probably have continued in the same strain for some time, had not the Chairman re­ quested attention for the " March of the Men of Harlech," which was about to be given by the choir. Jones sat still dur­ ing the chorus, with head and hand j keeping tipsy time to the measure ; but his sold waxed hot within him under the influence of the inspiring strains, and no sooner had they ceased than he wildly got upon his legs, and said in a loud, Slick voioe : " Mis'r Chairman, I shay! 'S a.humble represent'tive--I mean ancestor--I mean 'aeendant--of Llewellyn, I don't think this 'spicious occasion--I shay I don't think this 'spicieus 'casion " Here there were loud cries of " Order!" "Chair!" "Sit down!" and Jones was pulled violently down by the coat-tails by one of his neighbors. The gentle­ manly-looking man to whom we have alluded in our first chapter was Jones' vis-a-vis at the table. The scene was so ltidicrous that he Sould not repress a smile, which was observed by Evan, whose choleric temper fired up instantly at the supposed affront. " Wha' th' devil you grinning at, look you?" "Did I smile? I really beg your pardon ; but I am quite sure I was not ' grinning,' as you call it." "You did, sir; you grinned like-- like Cheshire cat, sir. I appeal to th' gen'lmen present. You've 'suited me, sir--'suited me grossly. Name's Jones ; very good name; 'scendant of Llewellyn; and I 'mand 'sfaction of a gen'lman." " My name is Jones, too, though I haven't the honor *f being a descendant of Llewellyn. There is my card, sir; and if when you come to your own senses you desire to apologize for your unseemly behavior, I shall be happy to see you. Evan's right-hand neighbor thrust the card, which bore the inscription; MB. OWEN JONES, 99 Win»tow square, Belgravia, S. W., into Evan's, waistcoat pocket, and the owner, by ho means desirous of being involved in all after-dinner brawl, moved away to another part of the table. By dint of a little humoring those around managed to soothe the fiery Evan into comparative tranquillity, and, after a few more desultory observations, where­ in his descent from Llewellyn still played a prominent part, he leant back in his chair, and was speedily fast asleep. The toasts came to an end at last, the bards packed up their harps, and the last of. the guests departed, leaving Evan Jonss still sound asleep in his chair. A council of waiters was held over the slumbering hero, and endeavors were made to rouse him. They shook him, they yunched him--but all in vain. They suc­ ceeded in getting out of him that his name was Jones; but to a further in­ quiry as to where he lived he only mur­ mured " 'scendant of Llewellyn," and re­ lapsed again into still deeper slumbers. "You'll have to give him a shake­ down among the empty bottles, wil'isaa," said one. " Not if I know it/' replied the head waiter. " He might wake np in the night and walk off with the spoons. No, we must find out where he lives, somehsw. Some of you just look in his pockets, will you ? Perhaps the gent has a card- case about him." No sooner said than done. " Here's a card," said one, diving into Evan's waistcoat pocket. " Mr. Owen Jones, 99 Winslow square." " That's him right enough; he said his name was Jones. He don't look milch like a Winslow square sort, does he? But there's no accounting for these Welsh gents. Just as well he had his paste­ board about him, though, wasn't it ? or he wouldn't have got home to-night." * * * • * * It was a little after 11 o'clock when a four-wheel cab drove up to the door of No. 99 Wrinslow square. " This is Mr. Jones', ain't it ?" said the cabman to a smart parlor-maid who answered his knock at the door. "Yes, this is Mr. Jones',"answered the maid. " That's the name right enoagh. Here's the card they gave me : 4 Mr. Owen Jones, No. 99.' Well, look here, Miss, I've brought your master from the Welsh dinner. He's been enjoying of his wine a goodish bit, I should say, and I can't wake him up nohow." " You don't mean to say he's taken too much ?" " Well, Miss, that depends. I don't think myself, in a general way, a genie- man can take too much ; the more the merrier, I says. But he's pretty far gone, anyhow." The maid rushed in to her ̂ distress, who was sitting in the dining-room. " O, ma'am, here's master come back in a cab from the Welsh dinner, and the cabman says he's fast asleep and quite tosticated." "Nonsense, Mary!" saidfyfamistress, angrily, and advancing into the hail; " there mu6t be some mistake." "No mistake, ma'am," said the cab­ man, touching his hat respectfully; " I've brought the gent from the Weldh dinner, and here's liis card." " Good heavens!" said Mrs. Jones, recognizing her husband's card, " it is too true. O, dear, how ever shall I sur­ vive this shocking disgrace ? Mary, go down stairs; I know I can rely upoayou not to say a word of this dreadful mis­ fortune to the other servants." t > Mary K*ix«d •Doordingly, Mrs. Jones oontmued: si Cabman, I must ask yon to assist Mr. Jones up tokis bed-room; it is the front room on the first floor; yon will find the gas ready lighted. I can give you no help? f0? i think it would Mil me to see feiis is ssch a condition." - " Lor', don't take on so, ma'am," said the cabman, good-naturedly; "it ain't nothing when you're used to it. Why, some o' them nobs does it every night. My old horse'U stand as steady as a church, and 111 have the genelman up stairs in a jiffy." Poor Mrs. Jones returned into the dining-room, holding her handkerchief to her eyes; after a moment's pause she was made aware, by a sort of scuffling in the passage, accompanied by exclama­ tions of " Wo-ho," " holdup," and other ejaculations of s. horsey nature, that the cabman was assisting Mr. Jones up stairs. After an interval of about ten minutes, which seemed an age, he re­ appeared at the dining-room door, and said, in a confidential manner: " I've got the gent into bed quite com­ fortable mum. He was a little orkardto undress, but I done him at last, proper; and he's sleeping like a babby." Mrs. Jones dismissed the man wfth a fee beyond his wildest expectations, and resumed her seat, feeling as if her peace of mind was forever lost. She felt that she never could have the same respect for her husband again. He, who nad always been a model of all that was dig­ nified and gentlemanly, a very pattern husband, to oome home helplessly drunk from a tavern dinner! It was incredible; and yet the fact was beyond question. Surely there must be some mystery about the matter. Could he be ill? But no; he had never been in better health than when he left her a few hours previously, and to send for a doctor would only be to publish his disgrace. Coilld his wine have been drugged ? But surely at a public dinner, at a first-rate place of en­ tertainment, this was equally out of the question. There seemed no alternative but to suppose that, carried away by the excitement of the occasion, Mr. Jones had fallen into one of those sudden frail­ ties to which poor human nature, even that of the noblest, is subject. At first, the weeping wife had felt as if the offense was beyond all pardon; but gradually a softer feeling came over her, and she felt that, though the wrong could never be forgotten, it might in time be possible to forgive it. And then she mentally re­ hearsed the painful scene which would take place between herself and her erring husband on his return to consciousness and self-respect; and she had just ar­ ranged a few little speeches, to be spoken more in sorrow than in anger, when sud­ denly a latch-key was heard in the door, and in walked Mr. Jones himself, calm and unruffled, without a hair out of place, or a crease on his snowy shirt-front Mrs. Jones gazed at him a moment, scarcely believing her own eyes. " Owen!--and sober!" she exclaimed; then flung herself into his arms, and went into a fit of decided hysterics. "My darling wife, what on earth is the matter V* " Oh, Owen, I am so thankful!" said the little wife, as soon as her sobs would let her speak. "I am so thankful! But, then, who is the man in our bed?" "The man in our bed?" said Mr. Jones. " Whatever do you mean?" " Oh, Owen, dear, you can't tell what I have gone through. A cab came half an hour ago, and brought you home from the dinner; at least the cabman said it was you, very tipsy and fast asleep, and he had your card; and so I told him to put you--I mean to say him--in our room, and there he is now." " The devil he is!" said Mr. Jones. "I must have a look at this double of mine;" and, seizing a candle, he strode up-stairs. Presently he again entered the room. "I think I see how the mistake hap­ pened, " said he. " This fellow up-stairs was at the dinner to-night, and had had more than was good for hun at an early period of the evening. He was rather rude to me; but it was no use to be angry with a man in such a condition ; so I merely handed h^m my cftrd and told him when he returned to Ms senecE lie might comc and apologize, though I can't sav 1 had much expectation that he would. What became of him after­ ward- I cannot say. I smoked a oig&r with our friend Griffiths, and then walked leisurely home. Meanwhile, I suppose, this fellow was too drunk to answer for hjmself; and, finding my card about liim, they assumed it was his own, and sent him here accordingly. The only thing that puzzles me is that yoa didh t find out the mistake." "Well, dear, to tell yon the truth, I was so shocked and horrified that you should be, as I supposed, in such a condi­ tion that I would not even see you, or let Mary do so either; so I sent her down stairs, and told the cabman to take the wretched man up to our room. But whatever shall we do now ? The idea of a filthy, drunken wretch in our bed I It's too horrible." i "We mustn't be too hard upon him, dear. I could see at a glance that he was one of our poorer brethren; I dare say, a hard-woi king, sober man enough in a general way, but the temptation of a good dinner and unlimited liquor was too much for him. Besides ̂ dear, we must consider the occasion. It is the immemorial privilege of every Welsh­ man to get drunk, if he likes, on St. Da­ vid's day. Some of us waive it, but that's not to the purpose. We must move into the spare room for to-niglit, that's all. You had better give Mary orders accord­ ingly ; and at the same time it will be as well to restore my blackened character by showing her that I am not quite so far gone as she imagines." Mrs. Jones rang the bell. "Oh, Owen," she said, kissing him fondly, and still wavering between smile* and tears, " it is such a relief, I can't tell you. I am so thankful it wasn't you.* Mary's face, when she opened the door, was a picture. " Lor, ma'am ! Lor, sir!" she said, looking from one to the other. " It is all right, Mary," said her mas­ ter. " You will be relieved to hear that the gentleman up-stairs is another Mr. Jones. There has been a little mistake, that's all; and your mistress and I are going to sleep in the spare room. 'm. Evan Jones woke on_the mnming fol­ lowing the eventful dinner hot and fe­ verish, with a tremendous headache, and an agonising feeling of thirst. "O, my poor head!" he groaned. "Betsy, my gal," imagining his wife was beside him, "for mercy's sake get out, and give me a drink o' water, and there's a good soul." There was no answer. - . • " I s'pe.=e she's gone down stairs, 0, he to setffls' himself to sleep again, but his parched throat was unbearable. " I must have a drink of water if I die for it;" and he unwillingly opened his eyes and dragged himself into a sitting position. "Hal-' lo!" he exclaimed, as his eyes fell on his unaccustomed surroundings. " Where the deuce have I got to, and how on earth did I come here? Why, it's like a fairy tale. I must be a nobleman in dis­ guise, or one of them foundling hospital chaps come into a fortune. Jones, you old fool, you're dreaming. I ain't, though. Lor, what ab ed! and lace cur­ tains and marble table; and what a lot o' looking-glasses! 'Pon my word, I should like never to get up any more. I must have a glass of water, though. Ah ! that's just heavenly. Now let me think A bit. How did I oome here ? Let's see, what was yesterday ? Yes, it must have been yesterday that I went to the Welsh dinner. I remember going, but I don't remember going away; and, judging from my head this moaning, I'm afraid I must have been uncommon screwed. And I haven't been home all night. My eyes, what'll Betsy say ? "I shall never hear the last of it to my dy­ ing day." At tm* moment our hero's reflections were interrupted by a block at the cham­ ber door. " Oome in!" he shouted, incautiously; "at least, no; don't oome in---I mean, what is it ?" The voioe of Mary, the parlor-maid, replied: " Master's oompliments, and he says breakfast is ready for you, sir, whenever you can oome down stairs." "My respects to your master, and I'll be down directly, miss," answered Jones. "Well, that's a comfort, anyhow," he soliloquized, "for 'pon my word, I didn't know whether I mightn't be given in custody for sleeping in other people's beds under false pretenses; or embez­ zling another gent's house, or something of that sort. How the deuce did I get here, that's what beats me !" Still vainly trying to solve the enigma Evan made a hurried toilet, and finally, with his head still aching as if it would split, and looking a wreck of yesterday's greatness, he left the room and crept softly down stairs. The evidence of wealth and luxury on every side, so un­ like his own humble belongings, quite awed him, and, having found his way down, he would not venture into any of the sitting-rooms, but modestly took his seat on a chair in the hall, and waited for the development of events. Here he was found after a few moments by Mr. Owen Jones, who wished him a friendly good-morning. "I've seen you somewhere, I know, sir," said Evan; " but I can't for the life of me tell where." " Can't you ?" said his host* smiling. " We were both at the Welsh dinner last night, and one of us took a little too much/' A light suddenly flashed across Evan's mind. "I remember now, sir. I'm afraid I was very rude to you." "Well, you were a little plain-spoken, and I gave you my card, and told you if you wished to apologize you would know where to find me. I must say I didn't expect you would have come quite so soon, though. The fact is, you were brought here by the mistake of a cab­ man, who supposed my card was your own." " I'm sure I humbly beg your pardon, sir," said poor Evan, couaipletely crest­ fallen. " I can't think how I came so to disgrace myself; but to tell you the truth, sir, I'd had to pinch a bit to buy my ticket, and all day yesterday I hadn't tasted bit or sup since breakfast, and when it came to dinner-time I was that faint and weak that the very first glass seemed to set my head all swimming like. I'd let it go too long, sir: that's what it wau. I humbly ask your pardon, I'm suro, for the trouble I'vo caused, and I thank you kindly for giving me a night's shelter. I feel I don't deserve your kindness; sir; but I'm gmteful, I assure you." And with tears in his eyes Evan moved humbly to the hall-door to depart. 1 "No, no," said Mr; Owen Jones; "you mustn't think of going without your breakfast. We are atll Welsh here; and if a brother Welshman does take a glass too much on St. David's day, we know how to make allowances for him. Come, step in here. We have had breakfast an hour ago; but Mrs. Jones is waiting to give you yousts." Looking very shamefaced and repent­ ant, Evan Jones followed his namesake into the breakfast parlW, where Mrs. Jones, who had heard his humble con­ fession and apology, gave him a kindly greeting, and he was BQOA seated before a anowy table-cloth, and, as well as his headache would let him, enjoyed a plen­ teous repast. During the meal his en­ tertainers quietly drew him out, and were speedily behind Mi© scenes as to his daily life and his hard struggles to keep the wolf from the door; and when he finally took his leave a well-filled basket was waiting for him in the hall to take home as a present to the children. Nor was this by any means the last which found its way to the same quarter, sent by the same friendly hands; and I am sorry to say that of all days that held in the highest veneration by the little Joneses is " the day when papa got so dreadfully tipsy at the Welsh dinner.". * + * * * • I feel that there must be a moral to this story somewhere, but I cant quite see where it lies. You can't call it ex­ actly a temperance story, because, you observe, Evan Jones got a good night's lodging and made a couple of kind friends by getting drunk--which is not poetical justice by any means. After much anxions consideration, the only safe moral 1 can see is that a married lady should never order any gentleman, however tipsy, to be put in her own bed without making quite sure, in the first place, that he is the gentleman who rightfully belongB to her.--London So~ ciety. •We cannot warrant tte purity ot the author5* Wetah.-[ED. Agriculture in Boumania. She war correspondents having ex­ hausted the natural scenery, architect­ ure, and social customs of Boumania* are now turning their attention to agri­ culture. One of them observes that the soil is obviously very fertile, and nearly every acre is Under cultivation. The in­ dustry of the peasantry is intense ; it is a pity that their plowing is not a little deeper. The in white blossoming fruit trees, and the folk make clean at least the outside of the platter by painting the exteriors of their houses a dazzling white or a pale, delicate blue. The fields, which are un- inclosed, are of huge size, and one in a couple of dozen teams, oxen in the traces, ponies as leaders, may be seen plowing; in the next, a far-reaching line of sowers, moving forward abreast in open order. JThe more one sees of the Principalities the more clearly is it ap­ parent that if their finances are in an unsatisfactory condition it is from no lack of natural wealth and fertility of production in the soil. * -- -- V> : V.I , s :lrr: . • Beware of Benzine. There lias been a curious accident at Philadelphia. A Mr. Shoemaker, about to leave the city for the summer, got a watering-pot full of benzine with whiah to dampen the carpets and furniture and preserve them from moths. In less than an hour the gas generated by the ben­ zine exploded with a fearful concussion and the room burst into flames. The serv­ ant-girl was fatally injured, her clothes being burned away and the body baked to a crisp, and Mrs. Shoemaker was very dangerously hurt. An examination of the parlor after the fire had been extin­ guished showed something of the force of the explosion and the intense heat of the flames. The window shutters were blown open, glass smashed into atoms, walls cracked and the register knocked to pieces. The heat was so great that a small bronze figure was actually melted by it. Thirty-three Thousand JLawyew. The following table, showing the number of lawyers in some of the States and cities of the Union, has been pre­ pared, but we do not vouch for its ac­ curacy : State of New York.. .5,913 Missouri ..3,452 Pennsylvania........3,253 Illinois .2,083 Ohio „.2»5B3 Indiana. .1,684 Massachusetts 1,270 Connecticut 391 New Jersey 888 Virginia. 1,075 California 1,115 Kentucky .1,552 Rhode Island........ 163 Delaware 84 Vermont 72 --Albany Law Journal. All the Territories... 56 New York city 1,283 Philadelphia 992 New Orleans .<<5.810 Newark. 118 Jersey Oity 115 Cincinnati 294 Chicago .... '692 St. Louis 694 San Fraacisoo. 433 Washington 870 Brooklyn 729 Buffalo 176 Boston...... *43 Baltimore, 842 About Grammar. A writer who takes thought about hiB " grammar," and is in an anxious frame of mind as to whether his sentences will parse, may as well throw down his pen if he writes for other readers than him­ self. A man whose writing, even for its style, to say nothing of its matter, is worth the paper on which it is printed has other things upon his mind than the construction of his sentences' according to the " rules of grammar;" and it is one of the objects of these articles to show this to my readers. He who can write what is worth the reading may make hi# oumffpewtmar.--Richard GrxmL White- * Tennyson to Hugo. Alfred Tennyson's ode to Victor Hugo in the last number of the Nineteenth Century was sent to the New York Her­ ald by cable. Here it is : Victor in poesy I Victor in romance!. Cloud weaver of phantasmal hopes and fears I French of the French and lord of human tears t Child lover, bard, whose fame-lit laurels glance, Darkening the wreaths of all that would advance Beyond our strait their claim to be thy peens! Wlerd Titan, by thy wintry weight of yeam As yet unbroken ! Stormy voice of France, Who does not love our England, so they Hay I know not! England. France, all men to be Will make one people ere man's race be run; And I, deviling that diviner day, Yield thee full thanks for thy full ceurtasy To yowger England in the boy, my son. Ticbborne Bedivivas. The Tichborne claimant comes to the- front again, and claims public attention; through the attorneys representing hi» case. It is said that they are on the track of important proof to supply the •mimMTiicr linlt. being the log-book, el the schooner Osprer, by which OrtAn clamed to have been picked up and res­ cued after his shipwreck. The Captain of the schooner is the object of moch earnest inquiry in San Francisco* whore he is understood to have been lately in­ terviewed on the subject of the great F.ngKah sensation. President MacMahon. Mr. Moncure D. Conway, in one of has recent letters from Pans to the Cin­ cinnati Commercial, writes: " A peace­ ful surrender by MacMahon is oat oi the question. He is known to be egotistical to the verge of insanity, and fanatical to the verge of imbecility, while the only thing he fears is liberty, and the object of his hatred is an honest democrat. 'Our difficulties are not understood in England,' said Louis Blanc to me; ' our President is an idiot.'" BAILBOUUDS have done wonders it In­ dia. The gatrison of Peshawar, 1,900 miles from Calcutta, can be relieved and strengthened with, greater certainty and speed than places only a tenth of that distance thirty-nine or forty yeats ago, and British rule is considered IMW se­ cure with 50,000 European troops and the railroad than with double that num­ ber before it was made. A SUBSTITUTE for gunpowder, invent­ ed in England, is called "powder pa­ per." It is paper impregnated with a mixture of potassio chlorate, nitrate, prussiate and chromate, powdered wood chaicoal, and a little starch. It leaves no greasy residue on the gun, produces less smoke and less recoil, and is less im­ paired by humidity, and it is 5-lGths stronger than gunpowder. THE will of the late Peter Brigham, of Boston, beside giving large legacies to the relatives of the deceased, devotes nearly three-fourths, of the whole estate to a hospital in Boston for the sick and poor of Suffolk county. Twenty-five years will elapse before the bequest will be applied, which, beside other contingent property, will be equal to $3,000,000. THIRTY-THREE States have made laws for the prevention of cruelty to ani­ mals. The States that have not are Florida, Mississippi, Arkansas, Nebras­ ka, and Colorado. ' GOOD RESOLUTIONS. ***«<» when the toddling beby year ^"greeting to the world waa giving, I a melancholy tear « M vowed io change my node of Htm. But all my schemes have oome to naught* I still remain as b*d as ever. " I waste my moras In b«t w&S! 13 or l«*er)," * . Fall often s*y wafc*,.- -i; *! Anon at uj. i u rise,' At once from these late hours lU But (let it not excite surprise) ! , I still "turn out" as late as em.' " Now, as to cash affairs, I jear « t P*?1 ̂ 1rln®?dJr»"1 Pondered. " I grieve to think that all last year " No end of coin I rashly squandered. Oh Fortune! one chance more 1 craijB, Oh heart 1 be prudent, now or nevflb At once 111 try what I can save " p Alas! I'm Just as poor as ever, •'• Ah me! with grief my mind's beset,^ And duns continue still to storm trayy I'm just as hopelessly in debt, * " And long for eome one to reform isa. Though conscience knocks, 'tis all ivmc I thought myself extremely clever. . My planM went wrong, and I remain * , ' A H b i g » r e p r o b a t e a a e v e r . ' J : •M m. I'nnf ,||| • PITH ASP - A heaxjIno medium--A cobbler. A HOME BciiEB--The kitchen poker* Coon, but not always collected--JUt ice bill. A HUMOftons apothecary in Boston ex­ poses a case of soap in his shop window, with the pertinent inscription, '"Cheaper than dirt." IF Noah had made a failure in his shipbuilding he would probably have gone to New Jersey, knowing there is a New-ark there. THE crockery-dealers have had their annual dinner. Wishes were made that the hotels might do a "smashing " busi­ ness this year. How CAN a man with no wings be said to be " winged " in an " affair of honor ?" Because, in going out to fight a, duel, he makes a goose of himself. " PA, do storms ever make malt liq­ uors?" "No, child; why do you ask?" " Because I heard ma tell Jane to bring in the clothes, for a storm was brew­ ing." A IITTTLE 5-year-old somewhat sur­ prised his mother a few days since with the remark: " God is everywhere; he is all over me; and when you spank me you spank God!" A MAN who jumped overboard recent­ ly to save his wife from drowning, has explained his action satisfactorily to his friends. He said she had a good deal of jewelry on her person, and gold was high. IF the saying were true, how easily one could earn his living new by the " sweat of his brow?" He would only have to stand in the sun for a few min­ utes and he would be comparatively wealthy. " SLEEP can be induced by laying a jug of hot water at your feet on retir­ ing," says a contemporary. Yes, and profanity can be " induced" consider­ ably quicker if the cork of the jug hip- pens to come out. " POSTAL-CARD proposals," read Miss Pertt indignantly, from the Washington news. " If a man has not got stamps enough for a letter he has not got stamps enough to get married. ' No cards' for xa£, if you please."..... AN Indiana girl at Yassar College writes to her parents: " This is the most stylish hair-pin of a boarding-school I ever tumbled to. I can eat four times a day if I want to, and get a fair whack at the hash every time. THESE was some philosophy is the hen-pecked husband who, being asked wiiy he had placed himself so completely under the goremment of his wife5 an­ swered, "To avoid the worse slavery,of being under my own." To tramp, in common parianae, MW To travel over ground; Yet we have tramps who will net tramp, But idly loaf around. By 'hopper one would think is i A creature that will hop? Yet 'hoppers hop not wortkft But net and crop the crop. --fififow.r City Commercial Gazette. IT is told for a fact that a little flaxen- haired boy of 5-years, who had passed the afternoon at an art m'useum, looking up in his mother's face„ said: "If the mammas, when they die, tarn into mum­ mies, do all the papas turn into pup­ pies ?" • A SCOTTISH blacksmith befog asked what was the meaning of metaphysics, xeplied, " When the party wha listens dietaa ken what the party wha speaks means, and when the party wha speaks disna ken what he means himsel--that's mataphesics." " Surra, seems to me yon'ieswk pret­ ty often nowadays. How is it f" Smith: " Cos I belong to a 5-cent-a-week med­ ical dispensary. It's cheaper, and a man can afford to be sick. CtooMn't when it cost $10 per visit. You bet £ keep the hired doctor in our ward trotting." " THE sentence of the Covi is," said Judge Porter, a popular Irish magis­ trate, to a notorious druskaxd, "mat you be confined in jail for the longest period the law allows; and I hope you will spend the time in cursing whisky." "Be jdbers I will! and Porter, too." THE Bon of a locomotive engineer shrieked to one of his playmates, a ̂ brakeman's boy, who waa in imminent danger of getting smashed by his moth­ er, who was coming after him: " Get cm the main line and give her steam! Here comes the switch engine !" But before the juvenile could get in. motion she had him bv the ear, and he was laid up with a hot box. A SERVANT girl, who had beea admon­ ished by her mistress to be very careful in "washin' up" the best tea-things, was overheard shortly afterward indulg­ ing in the following soliloquy while in the act of wipiag the sugar basin: If I was to drop this 'ere basin, and %as to catch it, I suppose I shouldn't cateh it; but if I was to drop it, and vA't to catch it, I reckon I should justcJRh it" A Gallant Soldier. A British color-sergeant, shot down and overrun by the enemy, seized in his mouth a corner of the flag, and his teeth locked upon it in the rigidity of death. The enemy cut it away from him, leav­ ing a bit of it between his fixed teeth. Subsequently the standard was retaken, and ever since the flag of that regiment ' is made with that little piece carefully cut out, in memory of the sergeant, who was buried with the fragments in hia mouth. wmt, 1c >