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HEART JLNO HAEP. •GY--J FROM LL»« NOT»«HW *«•*••• , * pj> r • #&>!• in •• • *«< Si ?i TT CONTENTMENT. ; I the winter I laugh and sin* FBR joy that the spring is NEAR, I nuke the spring WITH m^ign^ILS* • Befrrtdag that she is " I|<|M|**R' • M *+* ON THE OLTFF. *BW the far mountains, all a waving UNA# I VMING and melting into misty gray." ® LS«W with a wide, unseeing g*«e, ;;?$>« mites and miles away." "AND the great river, dwindled to a thread, •NTK FARM* dwarfed to a hacd s-breadth AIM DJ : ride." 1 IFCNAW the distant ocean through It MBDI The full throb of the tide. •« UCTEN! the low-voiced wind with tender touch 1WM*pere and sways the bright leaves in the air." Ala*! to my denied and famished sense Silence is everywhere i O VANISHED sparkle from the COP of life, H»$d to the brim with beauty ao divine! BOAT thee, spirit. sweetneM, light «M 1*M, And flavorless the wine. ̂ • L. Hitter, ir. Ssrtbm*. •'% \... " SEE HOW I HELP !" J,>4- « Bee how I help said A little mouse Xa the reapers that reaped the As he nibbled away, by the door With all his might and main. " Bee how I help!" he went on with his talk; But thev laid all the wide field low Before he'had finished a single stalk Of the golden, glittering row. AS the mouse ran into bis hole, he said: T " Indeed, I cannot deny, Although an idea I had in my head. , Those fellows work better th*n V "Mth-in-the Pulpit:' St. Nicholas. t»T INDIAN SUMMER. Dolled to a drowsy fire, one vaguely sees The sun in heaven, where this broad, smoky round ties ever brooding at the horizon « bound; AM through the gaunt knolls on monotonous leas, Or through damp desolate woodlands' naked trees, Bustling the brittle ruin alnng the ground, T 'LIKE sighs from spirits of perished hours, re­ sound Uto melancholy melodies of the breese! ghostly and strange a look the blurred world SLEWED from this flowerfMs garden's dreary squsres, That now. while these weird, vaprous days exist, Ik would not seem a marvel if where we walk Wo met, rtim-glimmering on its thorny stalk, game pale, intangible rose, with leaves of mist! ~' • Faiecett, in A tlantic. ' SLEEP AFfER DEATH. If I were dead, and if the dead might crate uttle grace to cheer their outcast state, This t would ask: deep slumber long and late And sure possession of my lonely grave ! Sot to be haunted by the things that were, And once were dear, nor even by a dream To-be disturbed, however glad and fair-- Woe perfect rest is dreamless. Lying there, . SEEP hidden, safe from life's wild rush and stir, Hot knowing that I slept--this bliss would seem More dear to me than heaven's own paradise! So dear I would not care again to rise ; Star eyes that wake must still have tears to weep; Aad so " God giveth His beloved sleep !*' Mil) ilinp Ue Vert, in Galaxy. r "GALL ME NOT DEAD." Call me not dead when I, indeed, have gone Into the company of the ever living High and most glorious poets! Let thanksgiving Bather be made. Say--He at last hath won Beat and release, converse supreme and Wise, . Music and song and light of immortal faces; To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places, He hath met Keats, and known him by his eyes. To-uiorrow (who can say ?) Shakepeare may pass-- And our lost friend just catch one syllable Of that three-centuried wit that kept so well-- Milton--or Dante, looking on the grass, thinking of Beatrice, and listening still . Io chanted hymns that sound from the heaven!j Mil." --Bickard Watson Gilder, in Seribner. '^•mK THE DREAM OF ST. THERESA. Have you heard of the dream that she hid-- Theresa the saintly ? - -Come, listen, ye good and ye bad! < And heed it not faintly. 6RI»LK A ̂ awful woman she saw, '*«**>' And wondered what broughtner; •In one hand she bore flaming Mraw, . « In the other hand water. ' -mi#®" I A " Where bound ?" asked Theresa. "Oh tell P' This answer was givin: There.«a, I go to quench hell, , And then to burn heaven." * *" But why," asked the saint, " do you make I So wild an endeavor J" "So that men. for His own holy sake, l*'J1 h r. MAY love Gol for ever." #«->/ i Sargent, in Lippineott. V> • * . Iai - . -net- ,1- ' »'• i'r X / 1 THE ROSE'S SECRET. A LESSON IK THE DARWIN THEOBT.* J.'I WPI.--J' flower yon wear has a secret as sweet As a maiden may hear under roses of dusk, Which it hides by the day from the gossiping heat,' 'To whisper at night in its petals of musk. lf,betrayed to delight by the blush oil your cheek, IT utters its secret, but think I am near, TED the musk of the rose LU the silence win speak A secret as sweet as a maiden may hear. Bst the blush that you give to the rose HI return, <Li ̂Sewer ZD swset in the dusk of the eves, "MTUON it fills with the meaning it blushes to learn. And hidea it sweet secret half shut in UTU leaves; TWoe either are ever as sweet to the sight, As when they discover how dear is the power ' TK.t ch«r.v» by the bloom in a rose of delight That love is the secret which hides IN the flower! * *0ader Mr. Darwin's theory, the flowering of the is its method of courting. ' 1 --WW Wallace Harney, in Appleton. THE BEST GIFT. BIOUND the cradle that thy childhood bare jpame God's own angels with their pitying eyes, ^AND gazed upon thee in a still surprise aee beyond heaven's portal auglit so fair. They brought thee precious gifts. One gave to thee The girt of beauty for thy body's grace, Deep-smiling eyes to light a dreamy face, And perfect liiubs as young Apollo's be. One set the crown of genius on thy head, And one bestowed a heart like woman's own, .... Utioog as the sea, and trembling at a breath. L«t,a veiled figure bent above the bed, And said, " I give thee everything in one. In Heaven I am named Love; men call me Death. 8O shalt thou never tread the weary ways Tfaat lead men up the dusty slopes of life, „ ."HOT feel the fierceness of the noonday atrife, flSaswing alone the morning of thy days, J|pr thee the dew shall linger on the flower; The light that never wax on land or nea |! * ('Shall have no momentary gleam for thee, "But brighten into love's immortal hour. Ifcjrbeauty's grace shnll never know decay, ' HOT sorrow lay her hand upon thy heart; 'Srttfcer shall chill mistruts thy spirit slay, BAT like a star thy life shall pass away, Its light still shining, though itself depart, AATTL all stars are loat in one eternal day." r--Ba*j>er. THE WITNESS. u #0 <3i U- ft • 6? • M • K ft iJ K ft 9- ' ' £ r i •if-* V A' .JF;. / : jM. v ? %! life There is a deep gulf of verdure which Huui inland between two rocky promon tories. The sea once flowed there, but long Wore the memory of man. It had ^ally barred itself out by throwing up, ^ear after year, a sandy barrier across Ihe entrance to the gulf. No doubt, wrem after the tide was stopped from Rowing in, some strong eastern wind had 4riveu tli* sea roaring over the bar and lieaped higher the bulwarks of sand One could read this as he stood upom "the rocks and looked down upon the Agreen spot, which, for its contrast to the -jfray rocks and un planted deep, was mamed Paradise. From the sea itself ats green, cool depths were very invitiug. " Thg rtAOgf of this point was thinly in- Tialiited. A few fishermen's houses were dlEstered near the shore just beyond the Backs that jutted out; but the men were away for weeks at a time, and the women Were unceasingly busy over their indoor work. Only the children who played on beach gave the place a happy, hu- look. AB a group of them were gathered on the sand one morning they saw coming toward them a singular fig­ ure, moving along the shore in the di­ rection of Paradise. Th ey stopped their play, wondering wheUier it were man or beast, so confused was the outline. Lit­ tle by little, as it moved slowly toward them, they discerned a man's form, bending beneath some burden. They retreated a few steps, and gathered upon the flat stone that stood be­ fore the doorway ef one of the houses. The man made no motion to come toward the house, and seemed not to see the children. As he came op­ posite to where they stood thev discov­ ered that he bore upon his back a huge Wooden cross. He kept on bis way, staggering through the deep sand be­ neath his burden, until he was lost to sight behind the rocks which made one of the walls of Paradise. " Let us tell Nancy," said one of the children. And they entered the house together. # Whatever happened in or about this Httle settlemenfwas sure to come, sooner or later, to the ears of Nancy Dacre. Bemote from town, the people had no church, minister, or priest; but they were not so very forsaken so long as they hml with them this widow, Nancy Da­ cre. It used to be said that no secret was safe from her; but every secret was safe with her. There are some wfcmen who are bom confessors, and she was one. It was impossible to withhold con­ fidence from her. Silent herself, she was the repository of other people's talk; and all, whether children or grown people, went to her with news or with perplexities. It would be difficult to say in just what consisted the absolu­ tion she gave when faults were con­ fessed as they often were; certainly not in anv formal words. Still, a certain gift of peace belonged to her as surely as the gift of hearing confessions. She was at work in the house when the children entered, and went with them to the door, although the man had al­ ready disappeared. " He carried a great cross," said one. "He wore ear-rings." "He was very dark and very bent." "That was the weight of the cross." Some of the bolder were for following him, to see what he was about; but Nancy dissuaded them. ' " If he did not speak to you, it was because he did not wish to be spoken to. Leave him alone. He may come back this way. You need not be afraid of him." she added, as the younger ones came closer to her. He did come back at dusk. The chil­ dren had scattered to their several homes, and Nancy sat alone on the door­ step, when she perceived a man coming toward her. From his appearance she did not doubt that it was the stranger whom the children had seen. She rose as he came fo the door. "Good-evening," she said. He answered her in her own words ; but given with a certain thickness of utterance which showed him to be a for­ eigner. " May I give you some supper ?" The man looked up at her quickly and nod­ ded. She entered the house, while he took his seat on the flat stone ; and pres­ ently she brought him a bowl of milk and some large ship-biscuit. He made a low bow to her as he took his supper and placed it before him on his knees. She looked at him narrowly, as he satin silence eating and drinking. He was a thick-set, somewhat clumsy man, with a face bronzed deeply with exposure, and black, curly hair. His eyes, overhung by thick brows, did not look directly at her; but, while averted, every now and then stole a look at her. Something about the man, she could not say what, seemed familiar to her ; and she studied his face closely, trying to recall it. Per­ haps the earnestness of her look made him uneasy. He drained the bowl dry, placed it on the stone beside him, and then stood silent, with his hands moving restlessly by hi3 side. "I have seen yon before," she said, finally. Her voice was kind; but he stepped hastily aside, and looked at her furtively. 1 don't remember," he said, slowly, and turned his face away. "Not to­ night," he muttered; "not to-night." But then, as he was about to leave, he stopped and said : " Many thanks." " But where will you sleep to-night? You may stay in my shed." I will sleep over there," and he jointed toward the rocks. "In Paradise? There is no house there." The man gave a groan. Is that Paradise where the grass grows green?" " So we call it." He turned and walked hastilv away. The woman followed him with her eyes until she could no longer descry him, as he was lost in the shadow of the rocks. His face perplexed her; but she could not remember where she had ever seen it. Several days pasq^d, and once or twice the man had been seen clambering about the rocks and apparently gather­ ing berries. Once he had been seen fishing, and a smoke curled up occasion­ ally from the rocks. His presence there served to keep the children away; while yet it tempted them to go nearer and see what he was doing. One, more dar­ ing than the others, crept round by an­ other way, and brought back word that the cross which he had been seen to. carry was raised above the beach in front of the opening to Paradise, bat the man was not to be seen. All this and the stories which one and another told of other men who had acted strangely began to affect the little com­ munity; and, at length, on Sunday after­ noon, Nancy Dacre, unwilling that the uneasiness should continue, left her home and walked along the beach toward Paradise. Some of the children began to follow her. " Come back! come back I" their mothers cried. "Nancy will go. No one will harm her. But you must wait till she has been." Nancy herself was not unwilling to go alone. The cool breeze blew freshly be­ neath the warm July sun, and the long, swooping dip of the sea-gulls gave her a sense of freedom and life. The rare times when she left work and people be­ hind her brought some such neen sense of life. She stepped quickly forward, and each step seemed to make her more buoyant. Victory is fabled to be winged, and this woman's life had not been with­ out its overcoming. She passed round the rocky ledge and come out in view of Paradise, with the gray rocks which formed its northern boundary. Midway she saw the cross standing. It could not fail at once to take her eye, and at its foot the man was kneeling, his head nearly leaning upon it, while his hands seemed busy, He did not at once perceive her, and she i tood not far off on the sand watching him. She saw that he had a knife in his hand, and was cutting into the «wood. Pres­ ently he laid his knife aside; and, going a little way off, fell upon his breast, and, propping his chin between his hands, looked fixedly upon the cross. The woman for a moment was disturbed. She had seemed to enter this man's closet and to break in upon some secret devotions. Yet to go would be to dis­ turb bim more. She remained motion­ less, her eyes fixed upon him. Then she saw his face drop into his hands, and she could no longer hesitate. She went toward him. He heard the sound of her dress, and rose hastily. His face showed signs of great emotion, but the sight of Nancy wrought a change in it. He came to her and looked in her face. " Are you tne woman that gave me my supper at the house yonder, and asked me to stay ?" "Yes, lam." " And you are not afraid of me?" " No; I should not have come here if I had been. I came to see yon. I did not know but I might help you." " Yon are a good woman. I am a bad man." " Yon cannot be wholly bad. Yon have raised this cross here. " Do you think so ? Do yon say so ?" he cried, eagerly. "Oh! look at me, tell me that again." Nancy looked steadily at him, trying again to recall his features. " No," she said, deliberately. " You are not wholly bad, and yon nave suf­ fered much for what you nave done." " I have suffered hell for ten years. You are a good woman. I have told no­ body. Yes, I have at last told the world. Let me tell you here." He seized her hand and drew her near the cross. "Do you see this cross? Do you see of how many pieces of wood it is built? I have been ten years build­ ing it. Yes, ten years--it was ten years ago. See, that piece is from Malaga. I was born in Malaga, and I went back there first; but I could not stay there. And that is from Brazil. And that is from Alexandria. I bought it of a Greek. He said it was a bit of the true cross; but he lied. I gave him all I had for it, and I put it in the middle--see there; but it never drove it out of my heart. And there's not a country where I've not been and brought away a bit of the wood. It's all the work of my own hands; and I thought when I'd finished the cross it would go away. And I worked patiently, though the men mocked me. And it's not gone away. Then I thought if I planted it right here, that would be the end; but it wasn't. And now I have cut my name and what I did on it, that all the world may see; and, O, God! it's on me yet. Wliere shall I go ? Shall I lay myself down there, side of him and the boy? Ye're tired. Sit ye down and I'll tell it all to you. No? Ye'll not sit down? Ye'll stand by the cross ? It's all cut on it. Ye can read it. That's the story. ' Requiescat in pace I I, Daniel Mora, seaman, did, in a passion, kill the skip­ per of the schooner Nancy and his boy, and scuttle the Nancy about two leagues to the eastward of this cross, which I set up, and may God have mercy on my soul.' Ye'll say now I'm not a baa man? Ye'll not be afraid of me now? O, blessed mother ! take it away I Take it away! Yes, it was off there, where you're looking. Oh ! but it was terrible. Why don't ye speak ? Do ye see any­ thing? Oh! do ye see it? I bound them in the cabin after I--after they were--I didn't take any money. It was not for that. There was nothing but ballast in the lading. My God ! the Judgment day!" Out of the blue water, under the sun­ set sky, slowly there waa rising, as they looked, the masts and then the hull of a spectral schooner, half careened over, water-logged, slimy. No sound was heard ; but the silent witness to Daniel Mora's words lay before them, moving sluggishly un the water. To-day the m- csssRut rolling of ten years had released the last weight that held it down. Mora's eyes started from beneath their shaggy brows, as he grasped the cross and then clutched at his companion's dress. He did not see her. He only saw the witness, on which his eyes fixed with a look of despair. " Dacre ! John Dacre !" he cried, stretehing ont his hands imploringly to the hulk. " Aye ! aye !" said a voice at his side, and he turned suddenly. The woman stood before him, her hands clasped tightly before her. 1 He was my husband. That boy was my child." The man fell at her feet. Rise, Daniel Mora. I am not thy judge. I am a sinner, like you." But she herself bowed low upon the ground. Her forehead touched the cross, which carried the tale of her grief and this man's crime. Daniel Mora crept thither also, until at length he felt two cold hands laid on his head. " God be merciful to us sinners !" she said. And he repeated the prayer alter her. Senator Morton. Judge Tyner, of Indiana, predicts that Senator Morton will be in Wash­ ington for the regular session of Con­ gress. He bases his belief on the fact that Senator Morton's father wasjpar- alyzed for twenty years before he died, during eight years of which time he was unable to feed himself. He also says the Senator's sister, who went from here to her home in Keokuk, Iowa, last sum­ mer, has been a helpless paralytic for fifteen years. He thinks the Senator's great tenacity of life and will-power, and a naturally strong physique, will tide him over tlie present attack.--Chi­ cago Journal. Pear Blight. Acc ording to a letter-writer in the New York Observer, the true reason for the blight of pear trees has at last been dis­ covered. By taking off the branch, be­ yond the dead part, the cause will ap­ pear. By carefully opening the stem, it will be found hollow, a mere shell of bark, in which will be ensconsed a long flesh-colored worm. The remedy is at hand--break off all blighted branches and kill the worm. THE BASHER OF THE PROPHET> Will ft b« Unfarled In the Contest Now Raging In Europe? Within the Mosque of Si Sophia at Constantinople lies a flag which, if un­ furled, would startle all Christendom, and compel it to band together in a com­ mon struggle against Islamism. Imper­ fect, and sometimes fanciful, accounts have been given of the flag, and many bad translations of the inscriptions on it. From the best source we gather some facts which are, at this time, very inter­ esting. This emblem of the power and sacred office of Mohammed is described to be of "green silk, with large crescent on top of the staff, from which in sus­ pended a long plume of horsc-hair (said to be the tail of the Prophet's favorite Arab steed), while the folds of the flag exhibit the crescent and quotations from the Koran." The accurate quotations are as follows : " All who draw it [the sword] will be rewarded with temporal advantages ; every drop of their blood, every peril and hardship endured by them, will be registered on high as more meritorious than either fasting or pray­ ing. If they fall in battle their sins will be at once blotted out, and they will be transported to paradise, there to revel in eternal pleasures in the arms of black- eyed liouris. But for the first heaven are reserved those of the faithful who die within sight of the green flag of the prophet." Then follow the terrible and all-significant words, the fearful war-cry against God and man : " Then mpy no man give or expect mercy!" Tins iB supplemented by the mot|o: * * The gates of paradise are under tne shade of the swords." The origin of the color is tra­ ditionally stated to be that the prophet one day looking out upon verdant fields said that " Nature is green, and green shall be my emblem, for it is everlast­ ing and universal." He prophesied that when Islam should number a hundred millions the flag should stop the invasion of the Northern races, and Irs followers now amount to one hundred and twenty millions. The Koran declares that when it is unfurled the " earth will shake, the mountains melt into dust, the seas blaze up in fire and the children's hair grow white with anguish." This is Oriental fustian, yet believed by teeming millions to represent great and triumphant truths. Islam must be in positive danger before the Sultan requires the Sheik-ul-Islam, or Mohammedan Pope, to bring the flag from its resting place and unfurl it be­ fore all Mohammedans. During the time that Catherine of Russia sought the ownership of Constantinople, the flag was brought to the light; but she failed, and it was not flaunted in the face of Christendom. If it should fly the Sultan is supposed to be its bearer, and for that reason it would be formally committed to his hands with all the ceremonious zeal of religious fanaticism. Through­ out the Ottoman empire proper, em­ bracing Turkey in Europe, Asia Minor, and Syria, and throughout Persia, the the countries on the Euphrates and Tigris, Hindoostan, Egypt, the Barbary States, and as far as Zanzibar, every Mohammedan would be called upon to rally to its support under pain of the anathema of the Prophet, ana of expul­ sion from paradise. The frightful car­ nage which wonld result from such a combination of fanatics would be hor­ rible. Wonderful Slate-Writing. The sitting was at a private house in Richmond on the 21st of last month. Two ladies and three gentleman were present, besides myself and the medium, Dr. Monck. A shaded candle was in the room, giving light sufficient to see every object on the table round which we sat. Four small and common slates were on the table. Of these I chose two, and, after carefully cleaning and placing a small fragment of pencil be­ tween them, I tied them together with a strong cord, passed around them both lengthwise and crosswise, so as effectual­ ly to prevent the slates from moving on each other. I then laid them flat on the table, without losing sight of them for an instant. Dr. Monck placed the fin­ gers of both hands on them, while I and a lady fitting opposite me placed our hands on the corners of the slates. From this position our hands was never moved till I untied them to ascertain the result. After waiting a minute or two, Dr. Monck asked me to same any short word I wished to be written on tne slate. I named the word " God." He then asked me to say how I wished it written. I replied "lengthways of the slate;" then if I wished it written with a largo or small " g," and I told him with a capital " G." Ill a very short time writing was heard on the slate. The medium's hands were convulsively withdrawn, and I then myself untied the cord (which was a strong silk watch-guard, lent by one of the visitors), and, on opening the slates, found on the lower one the word I had asked for, written in the manner I had requested, the writing being some­ what faint and labored, but perfectly legible. The slate with the writing on it is now in my possession. The essen­ tial features of thin experiment are: That I myself cleaned and tied up the slates, that I kept my hand on them all the time, that they never went out of my sight for a moment, and that I named the word to be written and the manner of writing it after they were thus secured and held by me. I ask, how are these facts to be explained, and what inter­ pretation is to be placed upon them ? ALFRED R. WAU^ACK. I was present on this occasion, and certify that Mr. Wallace's account of what happened is correct EDWAKD J . Bnnnrr. --London Spectator. Deadwood Festivities. The long, weary journey from Sidney had come to an eud; our hero who had persuaded a " bull team " in advance of a freight wagon to visit the land of gold had arrived, soiled and Weather-beaten, in the metropolitan city of Deadwood. The weary march was forgotten and the joy was unconfined. A fervent admirer of the fair sex, he sought the dance- house, where " take your partner" is the only introduction needed. When the ex­ citing moment of " gents to the right " was announced, his colossal cowhides smote the floor like the stamps of a quartz-mill. When the welcome sound of ".balance to the right" rang through the crowded hall our pilgrim uttered one long hoop-ee, and shouldering his fair partner absorbed a tumblerful of burn­ ing fluid. " Partners for a quadrille." Our hero sprung upon the floor and ex­ temporized a breakdown. " Dog on my melt| I am the tiger of the woods. Come here, gal; let's have some more tarantler juice." "All set," shouted the floor- manager. " Scrape them cat's innards and let's codfish around." In the excite­ ment of "all hands round," the heavy- weight unfortunately collided with our pilgrim, and explanations were of no avail. "Iam bad," shouted our hero; " let me at him; let me chaw his mane; I'm a coyote. Let go my harness; I'm a yellow-tailed wolf; let me pick his eyes out, I'm a woolly-horse, hard to curry; hoop-ee; I'm an elephant, I'm--" Just then he trod on a favored corn of a hardy herder, who pasted our hero one between, the eyes, which seated him vio­ lently upon the floor. As he rose, blow­ ing the ruby fluid from his nasal prom­ ontory, he reiterated, " I'm an elephant, but my hide's tore!"--Black Hills Pioneer. Geu. Pope Roughly Handled on a Baco Track. Gen. Pope, the Post Commander at Fort Leavenworth, was assaulted at the Leavenworth races last Saturday. He found the brawny fists of a Kansas City Irishman worse to encounter than the serried ranks of the Army of Northern Virginia. It happened this way: Gen. Pope had consented to be a judge of a race with two other persons at the Leavenworth fair. There was some lit­ tle dispute between Ed. Corrigan, the owner of Dictator, and the driver of Dakota Maid. The driver of the Maid ran Dictator into the ditch at the start; but, as Corrigan had overheard a con­ versation before starting, in which it was stated that Dictator should be declared out on account of foul driving, he kept cool and waited his time. He got his horse out of the ditch and sturted far be­ hind, and allowed Dictator to crowd up slowly until he reached the last quarter, when he let him out and won the race by at least sixty feet. Corrigan then went to the judges' stand and met the driver of Dakota Maid coming down. He said : " I understand you have been making a complaint against me." " I have not, Mr. Corrigan." " Upon your honor ?" " Upon nonor I have not." Corrigan went to the judges' stand and asked Gen. Pope if a complaint had been made. The General said no. Cor­ rigan had hardly got done asking the question when another judge, H. D. Rush, announced the race for Dakota Maid. Corrigan protested, and the judges ordered him off. Corrigsn said the race was a put-up job, a regular swindle; that Dictator had won the race. He was then assaulted by the entire posse, including the reporter of the iitavenworth Times, from whose chin Corrigan yanked out a handful of au­ burn whiskers. He knocked Rush heels over head, and gave Gen. Pope such a trouncing as he will never forget. The indignant Kansas City Irishman would have no doubt cleaned out the entire Leavenworth outfit had it not been thought prudent to changc the decision of the judges.--Kansas City Times. London Newspapers. The London Telegraph prints about 265,000 copies daily, while the Times prints less than one-quarter as many, or 60,0Q0. In comparing this difference, it must be understood that the former sells for one penny--nearly two cents-- and the latter for three pence--or nearly six cents. In this instance the number of copies printed is no test as to the number of readers. Despite the dif­ ference of the number of copies printed, the Times is read by more people than the Telegraph. The masses do not buy the Times out­ right, on account of its expense. Nearly all newsdealers in the Kingdom rent the Times about tbeir respective neighbor­ hoods to be read at the rate of two cents hour. A dealer will take, say, ten copies, each of which will be rented to from six to ten people each day. Many of the London newsdealers after renting their Times till evening, then ship them to smaller country newsdealers, who dispose of them at a reduced price. In this way a single copy of the Times will be read and paid for by ten or fifteen people each day; and, estimating read­ ers upon this basis, it will be concluded that the Times really has the larger nct- tual circulation.--London Cor. Chicago Times. --Outside of the Times and Daily Telegraph, probably the wealthiest newspaper proprietor in London is Mr. Cox, sergeant<at-law. He owns the Law Times, the Queen, and the Field. The Queen is a ladies' paper of a very superior kind, of the size of Harper's Weekly. Its chief articles are on social subjects, well written, and the illustra­ tions and general make-up of the paper leave nothing to be desired. Each num­ ber has about twelve closely-printed pages of advertisements. Tne Field started as a competitor with Bell's Life, which it has sent a long way down hill. It is now, with the exception of the Times, the greatest real-estate adver­ tiser in the United Kingdom, _ besides having the greatest share of all in sport­ ing advertisements. It is the same size as the Queen, and often has twenty closely-printed pages of advertisements. These papers are all issued weekly, and must produce an immense income. Their prices are eixpenoe--12J cents eaoh.--New York Sun. The Shipping Interests. The following table shows the present seagoing sail and steamer tonnage of the various nations according to the care­ fully-prepared statement of the Bureau Veritas, a world organization for the classification of vessels (gross tonnage) : , SAIL. S ,--STKAMF.RB, " Tonnage. 6 807,3»>5 2,390..'21 1,410,903 1,292,076 875,048 THE LEGEND OF GLBM HKAD. BT BBI1 HABXB. I know not what value t*ytoc# i ai ftce. ^ wmwrmmx p| AO. British »\265 American.... Norwegian.. Italian German French Spanish Greek Dutch Swedish . Russian....... 1,785 Austrian...... 953 DANISH........ 1,3*8 Portuguese.... 458 SO. AMERICA .̂. 273 C'L AMERICAN.. 188 TURKISH 806 BELGIAN M ASIATIC W AFRICAN 3 7.288 4,749 4,601 8,456 3,858 2,915 2,001 1,432 2,121 725,048 557,320 426.905 399,093 399,128 H91.DV2 338,084 188,953 108,010 95,459 57,944 48,289 33,314 16,019 454 Mo. 3,299 602 122 114 226 314 240 11 126 219 151 78 87 26 81 6 30 85 11 w : ^ * Tonnage. 3,362,992 789.728 55,874 97,582 226,888 334,334 176,250 7,133 134,660 88, <570 105,962 81.269 60,697 22,277 09,623 8,132 23,2Si 40,700 10^877 XHAJR aay--tho On the -* That this space, I observe, to no fact of the sort. BOT HFLAX--HE WOUW NT '• 00 that wheel APTOLW I here may remark that her hair WMI compared to that staple--yet as to the W. There & no witness willing to swear. Tet here she would sit, by that window reaerv&L , For her vines--like a " bower of blo6m.'?v You'll remark I am quoting--the fact I've FTFWI I AI IB that plants attract flies to the room. The house and the window, the wheel and tin MR ARE STILL IN THEIR *TATUH PRESERVED IF AND YET, WHAT CONCLUSION TO DRAW FROM I REGRET 1 HAVE NR-VER OBSERVED. ™ " HER PARENTS WERE LOWLY, HER LOVER WAA WW • IN BRIEF IT APPEARS THEIR NOLE PLEA * * FOR TURNING FITZ-WILLIAM AWAY FROM THE DOO#S WAS THAT HE WAS STILL POORER THAN .HA ! Yet why worldly wisdom waa so cruel And perfectly proper to-day I am quite at a lose to conceive--but my ISI 1B digressing. They drove hira AWAY.̂ ~ ̂ bracket supported the light she wonld trim - • Each night to attract by its gleam, l,; Moth-like, her Fitz-Wiiltam, who fondly wonld S#FE To her sxde--seven sniles ai&d tip stream* v 1 ̂ NO,W NOT.BOW ST*5** *« the length of his limb Or how strong waa her love-taper'S glow; JLNOOMMON ION8 distance toawm And the light of a candle to show. When her parents would send her quite eariy to 4 ohe would place on yon bench with great owe 2FN£WL°H'INBTEAD of the crumbs that ahe fed To aer other wild pets that came there. One night--though the date is not given, in view Of the fact that no inquest was found-- A corpse was discovered--Fitz-^William's ?--A few Have alleged--drifting out on the sound. At the news she fell speechless, and, day after day 8he sank without protest or moan; FL' L^E * foam-flake, she melted away-- So tis said, for her grave is unknown. Twenty years from that day to the village Came a mariner portly and gray, Who was married at Hempstead--the record is "'*<• Of the Justice--on that fatal day. He hired the house, and regretted the fate Of the parties whoue legend I've told. He made some repairs--for 'tis proper to That the house was exceedingly old. His name naught To suggest of Fitz-Wllliam in that, You'll remember, if living, our Fitz-William To have grown somewhat grayer and fat. But this if con lecture. The fact still remains Of the vin»i and the flax as before. And knowing your weakness I've taken some palna To present them, my love, nothing more. --Scribner't) Monthly for November. was McGorkle--now, while there is PITH AM) POINT. . Total 58,208 15,553,368 5,771 <>$,686,842 IT used to be thought that the glory of a woman is her hair, but well be switched if it is now. A POST-MOBTEM--Opening a dead let­ ter. JOINING the Shakers--Getting the ague. EVEBY dog has its day, but every eat its nights. THE lion is the king of beasts, but the cow is the bos. JONES finds drinking like a fish makes his head swim. IN Iowa a good dancer is said to " throw a hefty sock." AGE makes us tolerant: I never see a fault which I did not commit. AMERICAN paragraphists will now be calling the Czar Old Stick-in-the-Mud. You can detect a counterfeit coin by putting it in water. If it swims it's baa. THE le6s a man knows the higher he tries to climb on other people's ladders. A FATHER of a 2-weeks-old baby calls it: " Ma's newly-discovered satellite." WHICH is the oddest fellow, the one who asks a question, or the one who an­ swers ? The one who asks, because he is the querist. WHAT metamorphosis does a laundress undergo during the night? She goes to bed a washerwoman, and in the morning gets up fine linen. WHY is paper money more valuable than gold ? When you put it in your pocket you double it, and when you take it out find it still in creases. THE life-insurance agent and light­ ning-rod man have struck hands in a partnership, and are now going about the country inveigling the farmers into having their cows insured against light­ ning. "DOWN here, in the summer time, we take life easy," says a Texas paper; and then, as if to confirm the statement, there appears in the next column an ac­ count of " Three men killed at a camp- meeting. " A JUDGE, joking a young lawyer, said: " If you and I were turned into a horse and ass, which would you prefer to be?" The young lawyer replied: " The ass, by all means, for I've heard of an ass being a Judge; but a horse, never." "YES, gentlemen, certainly, of course," said a Seventh-street clothier,' 'if you want a pair of pants step right into my pantry; if a vest, walk right up to my vestry; and if a coat--here, Jacob, show this gentleman into the coterie. This way, this way, gentlemen."--New York Express. Doo-SKiiiiKR--"That 'ere hanimal's the real stock, mum, and dog-cheap at 830." Young widow--"It's a sweet, pretty darling, black and white; but, in my present state of bereavement, you must procure me one entirely black. This will do very well in about six months for half-mourning." EVERYBODY thought it was a match, and so did he, and so did she; but one evening at a croquet paity he hit her pet corn a whack with a mallet that sounded like a torpedo, and he--he laughed. " We mett as strangers," she wrote on her cuff, and showed it to him. " Think of me no more," he whispered, huskily. A BOY came along to one of our neigh­ bors' houses holding a very dirty dog, and asked the gentleman of the house: " Don't you want to buy a dog, Mister?" " What kind of a dog ip it ?" asked the gentleman. The boy looked puzzled. "Well," said he, "it is part terrier." "And what is the rest?"asked the gen­ tleman. "The rest," answered the boy, "why, the rest is--is--just dog." Excess ot Females Over Males. As near as we can ascertain there are in the States of Maryland, Virginia, North and South Carolina and Georgia 80,000 more females than males in a total native population of 3,000,000, and in New England a like overplus of 20,- 000 in a native white population of 2,500,000. These facts indicate that we shall, perhaps, by the time we write 1,900, have 2 per cent, surplus of females as an aggregate of the whole population (in 50,000,000, 1,000,000).--Cincinnati Commercial.