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W> B" MoliKMEf, this tl» ordi ' WHVV«aHV«Hlin* v» polit* K>ciet} ilMill jhM ttf of thf no- Mnt;«adin lbs audi pe accept«l«u oflSS, •J'flp* will nod ft check when he returns ILLINOIS., to-»om>w" she Mid, "or I will send the inn haymowhi an with Mtrekiag lor « p<nMi te New'York without »n •dare**"--ut which opinio* I persuaded her to J agreed with him; indteed, he.could not at that moment have npiMKi an opinion in which I would not hire eoneuma. But why prolong the story? I < money by Katy, if you will leave me your j p&nied them home; I got my money, though ' card." j that was a email matter. My tart visit was MM RI SK. MtoM profound; then faintl# ' * Low thrombinge in the air, ̂ AprwnoehMy, «*intly. ***• Hushed WtMl twatbfnK pr«flf% " A wav*fng light uncertain t' «;? ; A soft flow spreading wide, » < A doaky lomber curtain, W Drawn silently aaide. "^Paki ray* of rare eomnletenosMj ' \ ymrdowii the aky't dfm lawtl̂ mi M'&efesaMs* lips ci msy sweetness /» Sfeftis Cpraiaed to kits the dawn. t.. : A sadden burst of rapture From bird-throats swelling ISBgfc 'Which eeho elves recapture, ~ fe • And flood the earth with song* > A richer color showing ; v i m A flash across the gray; ?•" „? . A deeper Carnflne glowing, • Nlgi.t shadows rotted away, ' >• A glean of polished silver, A glow of burnished gold, A liquid mass of splendor, A nlory manifold. ' • A royal car suspended, -- Hang swaying in the Mae, isi- ^rhe grand oornation's Mid d. And rose tints fade from view. ,'̂ lph. human heart, grown tende*, v - " With tbosgbt beyond all sjMlSctt Skis sunrise teem of splendor,̂ * , No human heat can reach; Jt ' ; Wr.i .'•SvfVee hope's blessed story, ???. -• Ait .#« r Bids faith aaoend on high, ?t „ And view eternal glory [• , Where these tints never die. »?-***; M STRANGER TAKEN IN. *T CHARLES W. CHE8NCTT. • t . ' l .had oome to New York to seek my fortune. The path over which I was to p . Pf pursue the fickle goddess was but vaguely A" . \t defined, at least in regard to details, lint I knew what I wanted to do, and that was to > practice my profession. ,f; ^ *' * I had just finished a three years' course f|'" V" i° a New Jersey medical college. during *. which time I Lad spent the gi eater part of .{"i 4 my modest patrimony, which bad consisted ' - Of three thousand dollars realized from an ^f:v insurance on -my father's life. My father I v ?->" had been a physician of fine skill, high &N" - J ideals, and small practice, a not uncommon «r _ * oombination. I had no mother or sisters I..-*' to keep me at home; our town was abun- '/ ' danU{f supplied with phvBiciaris; and, as I |v t did net care to wait half a lifetime for a practice which would have barely supported v- - me daring the leuiaining half, 1 had deter- ';v mined to seek my fortune elsewhere. *1 • • Ot leaving a small town, it was natural that I should come to a large one. I knew that the greatest success, other things be­ ing equal, was only possible where the largest opportunities existed; and if 1 did not succeed in a large city, I could not re- / . proach myself with the lack of opportunity. Hence I came to New York. I secured board at a second-rate board? - fag-house in the neighborhood of Wash- §' ingtcn Square. It was part of my plan of operatibns to study the city a while before hanging out mv shingle. With "£'• s ith this object in view I spent a good - deal of time on the streets and in public plaees; and on pleasant evenings I fre- qoently sat for an hour or two in W ashing- ^ ! ton Square. Seated there, on one of the |jg>; pnbiic benches, often in close proximity to seme bottle-nosed and ill-odored tramp, I . would study the strange jumble of types 'in the stream of humanity that rolled tlnoagh the park, which is more of a y- thoroughfare than a pleasure-ground, v'." Most of those who passed belonged to ^ f;r the shabbier classes of the metropolis; you could see there every variety of New l" i„" Yorker, from the above-mentioned tramp i to the shabby genteel clerk, only the ', wealthy and prosperous looking were p-f'i .? seldom met with. , One evening as I sat in my accustomed f;' "' seat, absorbed for the moment in a calcula- tkM as to how longthe human stomach could " endure the food at Mrs. Van > Hashelar's ' horading-house,~when I was dimly con- ' : *"fcms of a "female figure passing 'by. I leobedup, but the lady had gone too fur for ••Mi4'nw to see her face. What I did see was a slender figure, set off by a blue silk dress of»*J lish cut, and though walking some­ what briskly, borne along with a gcaeelul motion quite different from the usual wabble of a woman in a hurry; a charm­ ing back, above which rose a well-turned neck, surmounted by a head of hair of the color poets are popularly supposed to rave about, a ruddy gold, on top of which in turn reposed a most bewitching bonnet. This somewhat elaborate description but *' faintly pictures the impression she made ' upon me at the time. I felt a sudden desire to see the lady's face; I was sure it would be beautiful, and I have always been a great admirer of beautiful women, or rather of the beautiful #£*•• in women;--the distinction is obvious. I £5^" ros* from my seat, and started down " "$*• another path, running in the same general . . A direction as she was going, intending to execute a sort of flank movement and meet ftv her face to face on the other side of the park, where the two paths converged after a long curve. Just as I approached the Kint whese the paths came together the ly slipped and fell, uttering a little scream. I rushed forward and assisted her to rise. "Axe you badly hut?" I inquiredin a sympathetic voice. "Oh, no," she replied, thanking me, "it is nothing at all." But as she started off she aame near falling a second time. I caught her and placed her arm in mine. "Shall I call a carriage'" I asked. "Oh, no," she said, "it is hardly worth while.' I live only a short distauce, and if you will--" "Certainly^" I said, not waiting for her to finish tbe sentence, "I shall be very glad to assist you." A few minutes' walk, and one or two turn! brought us to a brick house of con ventional style, and I helped her up the high stoop and rang the door-belL As she did not release my arm when the door was opened, I could dp nothing less than help her into the house. I deposited mv fair burden ou a cushioned arm-chair in the parlor, and, hat in hand, was beginning an elaborate parting bow, when she exclaimed : •Oh, do sit down and rest a moment. How tired you must be carrying poor me Ouch a distance." I sat down. I may say here that she was quite as pretty as I had imagined her to be. "I suppose we ought to be introduced," ehe said. "I am Miss 1'reiton." "And I am Dr. Scott, at your service," leplied. Our conversation had net ad­ vanced beyond this preliminary stage when the door-bell here rang, and the servant girl entered a moment later with a telegraph message. Excusing herK«lf, Miss Preston hurriedly tore open the envelope und glanced at tbe message. Her face took en • look of concern, and she said tethe serv- ant: "Katy, is papa at home?" "No. ma'am, he went to Boston this after* noon." "Then telephone Uncle George's honse snd see if he is at home;" and when the girl had gone out she continued, turning to me: "It's all about my Cousin Harry. He is at Yale, and I am afraid is just a little wild. He tells me that through an unfortunate mistake he has got into a scrape, without any fault of his own, and that if I don't send him a telegraph money order for $&(» by 9 o'clock, he is likely to l>e disgraced, aud perhaps expelled from college." I murmured my sympathy. The girl re­ turned and announced that Uncle George bad gone to Philadelphia, and would not he back until the next night. At this in­ telligence the expression of concern in Miss Preston's face dee{>ened into dismay. "1'aj a away--Uncle George out of town -HBBd only $25 in the house," she Sx- cMmed. "Ch what shall--" ' i interrupted her: "If I can venture to oflSfr you my assistance I shall be glad to lead \ou tlte money." "Ob, no," *he snid, "I couldn't think of «pting a loari*irom a stranger--or, such m rct ent acquaintance,"--she corrected her- blushing. , ^ ...... sesured her with MOM eloqnenoe of , / 1 felt for my card-case, but I had left it ae. I said it didu't matter; I often down that way, and would stop in y or two, and see if she had recov- ' ifered from her injury. "Very well." she replied with a fine blush fend an entrancing smile, "I shall expect you." I went home with my head in a whirl. Whnt a divine oreature! What beauty! What grace? What refinement of senti- (nent! And to think (hat I had been able 4o serve this beautiiul creature, and to t>lace her under an obligation to me, and hat 1 was expected to call again. I felt lunch like a knight-errant of the olden time when be had rescued some captive princess, and had been rewarded for his Valor with permission to wear her colors. Sly ecstatic condition was the more excus­ able by reason of the fact that I had no lady acqnnintances In New York--barring Mrs. Van Hashelar--and had been for tbree years immersed in the dry details of lay medical studies, and entirely without ladies' society. I concluded that two days would be a reasonable time to elapse before 1 called |o see Miss Preston. I spent the next two days in dreamland. If I sought my accus­ tomed seat in Washington Square it was only to compare the women who passed with Miss Preston. It was very annoying to have to think of such an adorable crea­ ture in such a formal way. Denr Miss Preston would have looked very well on an envelope, or even as a spoken address; but to think of her as "Miss Preston," was maddening. I tried to supply the hiatus, and ran over all the pretty names I could th nk of without being able to decide upon any one which expressed all 1 thought her name ought to suggest. I suppose if I had known her name was Sarah, or J ane, or even Sarah Jane, I would have thought it very nice, but I gave up in despair the attempt to name such loveliness. To find relief from my restlessness I went up to the Astor Library and tried to read a bulky treatise on macrobiosis, which was my favorite study; but somehow the sub­ ject was less interesting than usual, and I finally found temporary distraction from my thoughts, in Ouida's latest novel. The two days finally ran out, and with winged feet I sought the home of my fair acquaintance. I was at first a little doubt­ ful abont the place, as on my former visit my absorption in the young lady had been such that I had failed to notice either street or number. However, by following the same course as before, I soon found the house, and rane the door-bell. A servant girl admitted me, and asking my name, ushered me into the parlor. I had been seated but a moment, when a somewhat elderly woman, of angular build and se­ vere countenance, entered the room. In answer to her inquiring look I said that I bad called to ask how Miss Preston was. Miss Preston, why there's no Miss Pres­ ton here," she replied. I looked around the room. It was surely Che same room in which I had seen her last. There was the same ugly steel en­ graving of Abraham Lincoln signing the Emancipation Proclamation; the same cliromo of Charles Sumner between the front windows, the piano occupied the same corner, and on it stood the same open sheet of music, the latest popular catch, "When the Chickens Come to Boost, ** or some similar title. But, madam*" I said, "is not this the residence of Mr. Preston?" "No, indeed," she replied, this is Mrs. Ledbetter's boarding-house.* "This is surely where I saw Miss Preton. But perhaps I am mistaken in the house, though it seems hardly possible." There are no P res tons in the block," she said, positively. Then a thought seemed to Strike her. "Perhaps you mean lfifis Weetun; she and her father went away yesterday." "Was.she a blonde, with dark blue eyes and very fine-teeth, and did die wear a blue silk dress?" I inquired. "Her exact description, only those fine teeth were false. They left yesterday, without paying their board-bill. Twenty* six dollars, young man, is a large sum for a poor widow to be swindled out of." I began to have an idea. "Do you know where they lived?" I asked. They said they were going to Boston, where they were expecting remittances, and all that. But it's my beliel that they live wherever they can get board. That sort of people don't have any homes." My idea had bv this time developed into a theory. I remembered tbe stories I had read of the female sharpers of New \ork, I had been swindled. The sprained ankle was only a trap, into which I had fallen, like any common greenhorn. I made my theory known to Mrs. Ledbetter, and her opinion readily coincided with mine, which was further strengthened by several cir­ cumstances which she related. My theory became a conviction. I had been taken in, end I had myself to thank for it. "Well, young man," said Mrs. Ledbetteiy you have my sympathy, but I don't see that that helps either of as. Where are you boarding?" Having found out that I did not wish to change my boarding-honse, Mrs. Ledbettev at length permitted me to wish her good afternoon. I was cruely undeceived. My faith in humanity had received a shock from which I feared, in my youthful pessimism, that it would never recover. Henceforth woman lost her charm for me, and in every fair face I saw a possible Miss Preston. I steeled my heart against feminine attrac­ tions; I even changed my boarding-house because I discovered in myself signs of weakening toward a pretiy short-hand writer who came to board at Mrs. Van Hashelar's. My mind was made up; I would live and die a bachelor. However, this sternness wore off, or, at least became softened with time, which takes the edge off the sharpest pain. I re­ sumed my walks and character studies; but as my experience of Washington Square had been so painful I got into the habit of going up to Ceutral Park to pursue my observations. One afternoon I sat on an iron bench just at the intersection of a car riage drive and a footway, reading a copy of the Herald, which contained a graphic account of a great ball on Fifth Avenue the night before. I was wondering how long it would be before 1 could gain admittance to that enchanted sphere--I confess that nm given to day-dreams--when a carriage drew near, and an exclamation in feminine voice caused me to look up. A handsome cart had slopped a few yards away, in which sat an elderly gentleman and a very good-looking youni? lady. Yes, papa." said the lady, "it is surely he; 1 cannot be mistaken." When she spoke I recognized Miss Preston. In the light of those eyes nnd the charm of that voice I forgot that I had been swindled, and blushed to the roots of my hair--I am not sure that my hair did not blush, but it is naturally red I cannot be certain, lifted my bat and advanced to the carriage as her attitude showed that she expected me to do. "Papa.* she said, turning to the portly, well-clad gent'.eman who sat beside her, this is Dr. Scott, who so kindly helped me to rescue Harry from that very disagreeable predicament the other night;--my papa, Mr. Preston. We I have been looking for you j ever since, and I have been, oh, so morti­ fied that I could not learn your address. We got the directory, and looked up all the Dr. Scotls, but conld not find yon. How could you be so cruel as to leave us under such a burden of obligation for so long?" As I was trying to collect my thoughts, and to tell the truth without referring to my manifestly absurd suspicions, the portly and respectable father invited me to enter the carriage. I complied, and as we drove through the shaded dtives of the beautiful metropolitan pleasure-ground, I explained that I had been unable to find the house. "A very natural mistake," observed Mr. Preston, oracularly, "for one who is not familiar with great cities. To find a needle but one of many, and I now have an in the basement of my father-in-law's resi­ dence. Mr. Preston is an alderman, and is interested in city contracts. He is al­ ready rich, and when his term of offloe ex* plres we expect to move up on Fifth Ave* nue. As my wife is her father's dnlv Child, and will undoubtedly inherit bis wealth, I am not obliged to enter the feverish for money. I am at present*engaged in the preparation of a work on macrobiosis, which 1 expect will make me famous. There is but one drawback to our wedded happiness--Mr. Preston is a widower A|ld I have no mother-in-law. ; • • •.?= vWlp - Hatching a Broei. a I undertook the difficult task of pat­ ting an old hen to rest on thirteen choice eggs. If you have never tried to calm a flurried and experienced heft into submission on the nest you don't want to lose this golden opportunity of finding out how weak and uncertain a creature you are. I was prevailed upon to add a few choice fowls to my liarnynrd equipment, and I purchased a sitting of eggs from a fancier, who come highly recom­ mended. I made a good substantial nest in a soap-box, plaeed it in the most secluded part of the born, and, after ar­ ranging the eggs in a nice circle, at­ tempted to induce tbe hen to kelieve that she was born for a purpose. I was told always to start a hen at night, as at that time she is stupid and takes to the task unconsciously. Profiting by this advice, I wended my way to the barn with a candle in one hand and a hen in the other, and, as already stated, I undertook to press her into service. She first eyed the eggs with great interest, then gazed at me long and seriously, and began peak­ ing-at the eggs. I tried to coax Iter into closing down upon them, and pressed her back gently until she began to succumb to the caress. Some evil thought must have taken possession of her" very suddenly, for she rose up, and, with a wild shriek, began flapping her wings until the candle was put out and I was left in total darkness. I tool: fifteen minutes or more and used it up in reflection. Then I attempted to find the door. But I oouldn't I hadn't a stray match in my vest, and I groped around until I felt upon my brow the soft, warm breath of our brindled cow. I was about preparing to be bucked into a quiek eternity, when I heard a welcome voioe float out upon the silent landscape. Say, John, what on earth are you doing out there ? Why dpn't you oome in ? I'm afraid to stay here nil alone." "So am I," I replied; "bring me a match; the confounded biddy flapped her wings and put out the candle; I'm chock-a-blodk in the cow-stall, and can't find my way out!" That match didn't come a moment too soon ;in fact it was a minute late, as the cow, in her efforts to scratch her back with her horns, threw her nose; against me, just under my chin, and I stood there disconsolate and careworn. When that oandle once more shed its welcome flood of light about me, my only thought was for the hen. She, doubtless, was not half so interested in me, because her gentle spirit was lost in slumber as she sat on the edge of the nest with her head hidden beneath her wing. At the meeting which was held ou the spot it was decided to allow her to remain untouched that night, in the hope that a daylight reflection would calm her prejudice. I was glad that I overruled my personal objections on this point, and allowed nature to prevail, for surely enough she took to the nest, and for three long weeks guarded it with jealous care, and I was pleased to be informed one night on reaching home that the hatch was a success. It did not take me more than two: days to advise my neighbors of the re­ sult of my new departure in fancy chickens; but I am sorry to say now that some people can't pass me by un­ less they invent some excuse to ask how my Houdin fowls are getting on. This is because the chicken-fancier sold me guinea-fowls' eggs for Houdin chickens, and I didn't know the difference until I was told of it by a man whom I had in­ vited in out of pure cussedncss, to see a strain of fowls which was to eclipse any­ thing in the town.--A. W. Munkitirick, in Puck. The Pole and Its Torek. When located by Sir James Ross in 1831, the north magnetic pole was on the west side of the peninsula of Boothia Felix, some fourteen hundred miles nearer to us than the geograph­ ical pole or earth's axis. Since then, however, its position must have changed some hundreds of miles, as, from some unknown cause, it is not stationary but is moving westward at a rate which takes it around the earth on a particu­ lar parallel in one thousand to two thousand years. The needle of the corcpass now points due north on a meridian passing through Western Dakota or Eastern Montana, and turns to about northwest in England, though at the time the mariner's compass was brought from China the needle pointed near north from England. The aurora boreal is, like other magnetic phenom­ ena, follows the same westward course in its ^iven latitude, and is manifested to a certain distance from the magnetic pole. It does not reach Pekin, on the opposite side of the earth from us, though the display is often very brilliant at Philadelphia in the same latitude; but as the magnetic pole passes onward, the aurora will be seen father south in the opposite hemisphere and farther north than tins, thus favoring each northern country in turn with its beau­ tiful effects. Chinese and Christianity. An illustration of the difficulty at­ tending the discovery of the real condi­ tion of the Chinese miad in regard to the progressive jiolicv obtaining in western countries is contained in the following anecdote, for the authenticity of which the writer can vouch: A bishop of the Episcopal Church was re­ turning from China with his servant, whom he thought ho had converted to Christianity. Whenever the bishop held services in the cabin of the steamer in which they both were passengers the servant attended and took part very de­ voutly in the responses, etc. One day a passenger observed the servant on his knees worshiping an image, with candles and joss-sticks, and he asked the servant if he was not a Christian, and elicted the following reply: "As I am in the employment of the bishop it is my duty to observe the Chris tain cer­ emonies when my master does so, but when I am acting for myself of course I worship according to mj- --Boston Advertiser. - w 31 BEN: rmiT pooqx. CoL Richard M. Johnson used to tell the following story ot a relative of his named Sucket, a Baptist preacher. Sucket had grown up on the frontier, a dissolute fellow and a great fighter, but just before the cam­ paign against Tucumseh he had sud­ denly changed his course and become pious. He, however, had a strong in­ clination for the camp, and volunteered his services to assist the Colonel against the enemy, under condition that he should have the privilege of preaching to the soldiers in the camp. The con­ dition was gladly embraced, and Sucket was installed as 'major, under a sort of 09rtificate from the commanding officer. fie was an energetic, stirring man, a a capital officer, and a zealous preacher. On the day before the battle of the Thames, the Colonel dropped in to one of his meetings. He was holding forth with a stentorian voice, and insisting strongly on the doctriue of predestina­ tion. "All the destinies of men," said he, "are in the hands of the Almighty, and not a sparrow falls to the ground without His direction. He is, too, the 'God of battles.' He directs the bullets in the fight, as well as the peaeefnl operations of the household; and hence there is just as little danger on the field of battle as in Ihe work­ shop or at the plow-tail. If you are to die, you will die at all events; but if you are to live, the Almighty oan turn the bullet out of its course as easily as He can number the hairs of your head. If your time has oome, you will die, whether on the battle-field or not. But," continued he, "I don't believe your time has come. I don't think, my friends, you are to die just now." ^ The next morning, while prepara­ tions were making for the battle, John­ son met the preacher. "Well, Sucket," said he with a smile, "we are likely to have serious work to-day; and as you think that a man can't die till his time comes, and that he's just as safe in dn^ place as another, I should like to have you charge at the head of your column; and mark me now, don't you fire till the enemy has discharged every gun; then take aim at the whites of their eyes, and, having firtjd, stop for noth­ ing, but grapple them by the throat, and make sure work of it»" "Very well, Colonel," said Sucket," "I'm al­ ways willing to teat my faith by my works." Accordingly Sucket took his position at the head of his command, which was about 500 strong, and received the fire of 700 of the enemy. He stood it like a man, only winking a little as the balls came whizzing past him in show­ ers. But he obeyed his order to the letter; and having received the 700 bul­ lets of the enemy, he advanced forward, pouring in a deadly fire, ipid imme­ diately grappled hand to hand with the foe--which soon decided the fate of the day. After the action was-over the Colonel remonstrated with him, good-humor- edly, for killing so many of the enemy. "Why, Sucket," said he, "this was alto­ gether useless; half the number would have answered every purpose. How came you to cause such a useless waste of human life?" "Don't know how it was,Colonel," replied the preacher,"we only fired once; and I rather think it was because their time had come." Commodore Porter, the father of Ad­ miral Porter of our day, was a Boston boy, born at the North End. He en­ tered the navy, after sailing with his father, .who commanded a revenue cut­ ter, in 1796, as a midshipman, and from that day, forward his career was one of victory. In the war of 1812 he carried the stars and stripes into distant seas, and became a perfect scourge to the enemy. Later in life, he was appointed by Andrew Jackson Minister to Con­ stantinople, and after having dis­ charged his duties very acceptably, he died there on the 3d of April, 1843. He was a brave officer and a gallant Gen­ eral, and he was as magnanimous as brave. Ever ready to vindicate the name his country had acquired in arms, he yet needed no new occasion to signalize his claim to" the remembrance of posterity as one of her most gallant defenders. Amasa Sprague, the father'of ex- Gov. William Sprague of our day, wai cruelly murdered on the last day of 1843, on his farm at Cranston, R. I. He was an uncommonly stout and ath­ letic man, and ef determined personal courage. The ground bore traces of an encounter, and appearances indicated that there might have been two assail­ ants. The pistol that was found was not discharged, altough the percussion had been exploded. A piece of a mus­ ket stock, with hair clinging to it, was found near the fatal spot, and the marks of blood were visible for a dis­ tance of saventy-five feet. It would seem that the assassins, or one of them, fired at him with a musket or rifle, as he was on the brow of a slight declivity which terminated in a foot bridge. The ball entered the right arm at the wrist, and thus disabled he fell upon his hands, and after recovering himself turned towards the bridge, where it ap­ peared he met his assailant. Here the pistol was snapped, as would seem from its being found at the spot. He then passed on the bridge nearly half-way across, and fell or was knocked off, A scuffle appeared to have taken place there, and the marks of blood traced the path to a direction of some seventy- five feet back, where the unfortunate man was found dead, lying, upon hig= face and weltering in his blood. TI blows on the head appeared to ha' been given by some smooth, blunt strument, probably the end of a mu| ket. There were strong reasons to su. pose that the deed was not the sudden impulse of passion, but deliberately planned. A rock near the spot afforded a place of concealment, and tracks in the snow were found leading to it. HiB person was not robbed. Fiftv-three dollars in money and a gold watch were left untouched in his pocket. Plunder, evidently, formed no motive for the deed, but it was thought that jealousy prompted it. The murderer was tried, convicted, abd hanged. Secretary Dobbin, of Xorth Carolina, used to narrate with great feeling the death-bed scene of Judge Gaston of North Carolina. Surrounded by a few of his chosen friends, who were* at his bedside on the first intimation of a dan­ ger to which he was insensible, he was relating with great playfulness the par­ ticulars of a convivial party at Wash­ ington City, many years before, and spoke of one who on that occasion avowed himself a "free-thinker" in re­ ligion. "From that day," said Judge Gaston, "I alwavs looked on that man with distrust, t do not say that a free­ thinker may not be an honorable man; that ho may not from high motives scorn£> dp a mean act; but I dare not trust him.' A belief in an over-ruling Divinity, who shapes our ends, whose eye is upon ns, and who will xeward us according to our deeds, is w.-MMy* mm** **• i. a? God, all wiM--«ad.*--raisinc fefaMelf a&daeamJng to awali srith the tfcNgfct, "Almighty!" Th^#M»mdSnraS of iftood lo the bctftt. He sank in the arms of his friends, and in live minutes his spirit was gone I Not a groan pained the ear of his agonized friends. * ; v Peeullar Mexican Boons. Every Mexican house has ita 80,1a de recibo (reception room), of more or lesa magnificence. It may not contain much furniture, but is always the largest room in the house, generally of im­ mense proportions, being long and narrow like a town halL The artistic beauty of its softly tinted halls, painted With fresco outlines or the natural gray­ ish plaster left unadorned, contrasted with floor of shining cement or dark- red tiles, is extremely pleasing to the eye. The Mexican house-mother--ac­ cording to the sweet German render­ ing of the word--lias other ideas than ours in the arrangement of her furni­ ture. There are always straight rows of chairs and sofas standing stiffly all around the great room, as if set for a funeral or a "lodge" meeting. Though there are few occasions in life (or death) when such a surprising number of seats could possibly be required, the family feels itself poor, indeed, who does not posses a sufficient number of them to extend in an unbroken line around the entire circuit of the sala. Into each corner of the room a trian­ gular table is fitted; and in the center is a larger one, with a row of empty vases and alleged ornaments in glass and china, ranged at regular distances straight around the outer edge. This table is generally covered with a cro­ cheted or knitted spread which sweeps the floor. It represents a vast expen­ diture of precious eyesight and hun­ dreds of spools of fine thread, for the mistress of the manse began it when a child, and finished it only in time for her wedding. Of necessity there is a lack of those little ornaments which American ladies so delight in--brack­ ets, easels, bric-a-brac, etc.--because here the demands of the custom-house on all such articles place them beyond the reach of any but the most wealthy. Each corner table, however, like that in the center, is loaded with glass lamps and china vases, which are valued for ornament rather than use. Huge bou­ quets of paper flowers sometimes enter into the decorations, but blossoms: made by Mother Nature are seldom seen within doors. Chromos and en­ gravings appear but sparingly, if at all, because the duties on them renderl pictures extremely expensive--a cliromo dreadful enough to set one's teeth on edge, which might be bought, frame and all, for a couple of dollars in any other country, here costs as much as a decent oil painting. At the extreme end of the sala de recibo furthest from the entrance, pre­ cisely the same arragement of furniture, is found in every house--a rug or square of carpet, with two lines ofi chairs, placed close together, vis-a-vis, upon it. _ This little island, in the sea: of the big, hare room, is bounded on' the further side by tho sofa against the wall; and to this particular spot guests j are conducted with great ceremony on: en t e r ing ; fo r he re t he hos t e s s concen - j trates all her social forces.--Milwaukee Sentinel Our Farm Animals. The revised census of live, stock from the beginning of 1877 shows that we have in the United States and Terri­ tories 12,496,774 horses valued at $901,- 685,755, an average of $72.15 each; mules, 2,117,141, valued at $167,057,- 538, averaging $78.91. Of milch cows we have 14,522,083, worth $378,- 789,589, an average of $26.08 each. Of oxen and other cattle there are 33,511,- 750, of a value of $633,137,926, or worth $19.78 each, a total of 48,033,833 head, worth $1,042,927,515. Of sheep there are 44,759,314, worth $89,872,839, or $2.01 each. Hogs foot up 44,612,839 head, valued at $200,034,291, or $4.48 each. The sum total of the live stock of the oountry may therefore be esti­ mated at a gross value of $2,401,586,938 for everything, old and young. An interesting fact in this connection is the low average value of all the ani­ mals enumerated as compared with the value of those well-bred. There is still great room for improvement, not­ withstanding the number of highly- bred animals of all kinds in the country and the yearly importations of pure and thoroughbred stock. Another curious fact is that the average mule worth more money than the averagi horse, inducting the better bred. The average horse is worth nearly three times as much as the average milch cow, and nearly four times as much as all other cattle averaged, the average for the horse being that of all ages. Another important and significant fact is that values of farm animals, as a rule, are less in the Southern than in the Northern States, and as a matter of course somewhat less in the Western than in the Eastern States.# The rea­ son for this is that transportation must be added between the West and the East. Since the South does not pro­ duce nearly all the beef, mutton, and pork it consumes why should prices be so low there? There is but one an­ swer. The South is not paying the at­ tention necessary in the breeding and the feeding of what live-stock may be able to be carried there. Looking for His Dove. couple newly *-• married--stopped ' I ..flUvA--• PLOWS. will outwear any two akes, are always aj^ our town. He visited a number When tho war feeling in East Ten- ****** i* bitter that all Union me. had to floe from their homes or remain at the peril of their Uvea, a mountaineer named Alexander Brown left his wife and two children to make his way throngh to the Union lines and enlist. I knew him well. He was not an educated mau, and one would not have looked for sentiment under his coon-skin cap and ragged clothes. It was curious, speaking of sentiment, how the uncouth, uneducated and poverty- stricken mountaineers .were aroused by the war and made to take sides for and against the Union. If one was a Union­ ist he was as firm as a rock; if one was a Confederate you couldn't move him. Brown was for the Union, and, though an ignorant man in the general sense, he had a ready tongue, a good memory and he could out-talk any man in the neighborhood. After a time this made him a dangerous man to tbe Confeder­ ates, and he received plenty of hints- that his life ^ was not safe. He could not remove his family, having no means, and he was determined not to enter the Confederate ranks. He therefore bade his family good-bye one evening and started for«a tramp of sixty miles across the county. A man named Ben Lock, living in a cabin about eight miles from Brown, and getting his living by hunting, farm­ ing, and stealing, had by this time gathered a dozen other bad men around him, assumed the title of Captain, and was riding around the country to rob and abuse Unionists. I met him and his gang the very day Brown fled, and understood from their talk that they were after him. It seems they got a hint of his having left home and laid for him along a path which he was ex­ pected to follow. He was thus cap­ tured. In the struggle he killed one of the men, and in return they roasted him alive at the stake. It was six months tiefore the facts were known to Mrs. Brown. She had remained right at home, and though known to be a Unionist had not been disturbed. When she learned of the horrible fate meted out to her husband Bhe registered a vow to kill every man engaged in the affair. As the whole crowd had been merged into another command and sent off to Virginia, the chances of her threat be­ ing fulfilled looked very slim. She. did not leave home, but she waited for Hma to aid her in her vengeance. In January, 1863, Ben Lock, who was a sergeant of cavalry, came back home tor the first time,having a mission to enlist such men as could be prevailed upon to join his flag, and to drive out certain Unionists who were supposed to be working harm to the Confederate cause. He took up his quarters at a house about three miles from Mrs. Brown's, and during the first hour of his'arrival gave out that he intended to burn her cabin and drive her and her children into the hills. The news may have reached her or it may not, but she must have known of his arrival. On that first night, as he took the water- pail just at dusk and started for a spring a few rods away, the report of a gun was heard, and when some of the people went out to investigate they found Ben Lock lying near the spring with the top of his head blown clean off by a heavy charge of buckshot. 'They got sight of the Widow Brown moving away with a gun on her shoulder; but, indeed, she made no secret of the deed. It was well known for miles around that she ambushed and killed Lock, but, so far as I know, she was never disturbed on that account. On the contrary, the Confederates around her praised her nerve, and had no laments for the fellow, who was* tumbled into a shallow grave.--Detroit Free Press. Young Women Who Give Too Much At- * tention to Fashion. . ) The newspaper wit aims his shafts of! humor at no object with such keen' pleasure and delight as when he directsi them at the modern young woman, her; caprices and tendencies. And it must My s plete w aud wi other ii to the i lie to ci of any t woman. They are slaves to custom and fashion, and revel in external attrac­ tions. They accept the glittler for the gold, the heraldry and trappings of the; world for the priceless essence of wo­ man's worth which exists within the mind. Their highest attainment is not tho possession of a true womanhood, but that their position in society may be of a conspicuous order, and thereto they bend all their energies. Hours are spent over the latest fashion plates, while days are given over to the mak­ ing and perfecting of new apparel. They forget that a true woman exists independent of outward embellish­ ments, that dress is regarded by many as only the ivy that encircles the _ oak, nnd is never mistaken for the thing it adorns. It is not the queen of fashion that sways the scepter of influence or au­ thority over men. It is in the hand of the true, noble and virtuous woman that authority is placed, and where she dwells there may refinement, Msdoei % driving business--The odb» lawyer's dark,-*/ "GiMMHwws wlttiont buttons" are ad­ vertised. ̂Evidently the cast-oft eiotU» »'* *»ehelow trhodont know how to handle thread and noodle. "JOSKPHWE," said a lady to her serv- '„ have crocked another eup, I see. Yes, madam, and luckily it jnst makes out the dozen; it was the only whole one left out of the lot." ^ ® learn from a scientific journal that all modern high explosives are now almost universally exploded by the agency of electricity.* There is one notable exception. Coal oil is still exploded by the agency of the' hired girl and a cook-stove.--Jersey City Journal A BOOK published recently is enti ntled, "How to Become a Public Speaker." Books of this kind are not greatly needed in this age. There are enough of public speakers. What the times demand is a book entitled, "How to Prevent Public Speakers from Speaking,"--Boston Courier. A CORRESPONDENT of the New York Morning Journal thinks that there ia something in the American air that in­ clines people to chew. Men cbew to­ bacco and women chew gum. It is probably because America is a free country where people do pretty much as they chews.--Boston Courier, "AND what does your costume repre­ sent?" satd Chauncey DePerw «;to a young lady at a fancy ball, whose dress began too late and ended too soon. "O! This is an idea of - my own, you know. I am the New York Central." "So I see. The Fast Limited, at the lowest Cut Rates, I imagine,", replied the wit--Town Topics. AMATEUR tenor (who has been abroad) --Ah! my man, you are an eye doctor, I understand. Oculist--I am an oc­ ulist, sir. "Yes; well, what I want to know is whether there is any way to prevent the eves from filling with water while singing." "None that I know of except to steel your heart against the sufferings of the audience." Miss ETHEL--Have you seed the new American book of heraldry? Miss Blanche--No; have you? "Not yet, but I have sent for it; you ought to get one, too, and see 'if your name is in." "That would only be a waste of money; I know it is in. It is in every book." "Is it?" "Yes; my name is Smith, you know."--Omaha World. CATHARINE OWENS has published a book called "Ten Dollars Enough." She mav think so now; but by the time she gets all the jet trim­ ming and overskirt, she will find that about $10 more is necessary, not including the dressmaker's bill. Ten dollars is enough for the material, but the trimming and the making cost like sixty. "AND SO your dear Uncle David is dead? Was he sick long?" "Not a great while, but he was a great sufferer. Everything, however, was done for him that was possible." "Then of course you are all satisfied with his medical treatment?" "O, yes; that is to say, all of us except cousin John. Uncle Da­ vid didn't leave John anything but the family Bible."--Boston Transcript. AN old tramp who had agreed to saw wood for half an hour for his breakfast from a Baltimore woman, quit at the seventh stick and said: "Madam, I have struck for more breakfast and less wood; are yon willing to arbi­ trate?" "Certainly," she replied, and she left tbe case in the hands of her bulldog, who can the tramp half a mile and decided that a lookout was inevita­ ble. Insect Mimicry. There, is a certain butterfly, says the Comhill Magazine, in the Malay Arch­ ipelago which always rests among dead or dry leaves, and has itself loaf-like wings, all spotted over at intervals with wee speckles to imitate tho tiny spots of fungi on the foliage it resembles. The well-known stick and leaf insects from the same rich neighborhood, in like manner exactly imitate 'the twigs and leaves of the forest among which they lurk; some of them look for all the world like little bits of walking bamboo, while others appear in all va­ rieties of hue, as if opening buds and full-blown leaves and pieces of yellow foliage sprinkled with the tints and mold of decay had of a sudden raised themselves erect upon six legs and be­ gun incontinently to perambulate the Mavlayan woodlands, like vegetable Frankensteins in all their glory. The larva of one such deceptive insect* ob­ served in Nicaragua by sharp-eyed Mr. Belt, appeared at first sight like a mere fragment of the moss on 'which it rested, its body being all prolonged into thread-like green filaments, pre-* cisely imitating the foliage around it. And there are also common' flies which secure protection for themselves by growing into the counterfeit pre­ sentment of wasps or hornets, and so obtaining immunity from the. attacks of birds or animals. Many of thetse curi­ ous mimetic insects are banded with yellow and black in the very image of their stinging originals, and have their tails sharpened, in ttrrorem, into a pretended sting, to give point and ver­ isimilitude to the deceptive resem­ blance. More curious still, certain South American butterflies, of a per­ fectly _ inoffensive and edible family, JggjffiSSL ssol; ailiT Tino* nf of the prominent resorts, and about midnight found himself in the hotel elevator. Calmly transfixing the hoist-boy with his eye, he addressed him: "My boy­ ish, swhere's my bridesli? Swhere's my turtle dove?" The boy, of course, could not answer him. But finding the number of his room, he attempted to take him there. "Nosliir!" said the inebriate. "Ish-- hie--wansh shiny cooing dpve. She's the rosesh of the valley, she is." Everybody in the rooms along the ball was awake by this time, and several heads peeped over the transoms. "Sh's--a--a--a -- hie -- lambsh," he continued, "a swan of the shea. Where'sh she? Thatsh what I want-- hie--to know ? Whose stole my cuckoo from mesh?" ^ By this time they were at the door of his room. It suddenly opened, a hand and arm clothed in white was thrust out, and the unfortunate yanked in with a terrific jerk and this remark: "Here's your rose of Sharon and lily of the valley, you blamed old fool. Go to bed I"--St. Paul Pioneer-Press. DEALER )76S, Tin, Copper and --A FULL STOCK OF THE 4 A PMNTING-PRE8S by which blind per­ ns are enabled to print the raised let­ ters, now universally used by them, hap been invented. --•--t-- • -- f session, and never will. Young women, alas! too often mistake adulation for re­ spect, only to find at the end that it was but hollow mockery, and, like a pyrotechnic display,, prepared for the occasion. A true young woman's ambitions stretch beyftnd the ball-room and the milliner's establishment. She wisely strives to make her life grand in wo­ manly virtues, and by her examples in­ spires other to secure the samo price­ less crown of womanhood. This is the woman that commands the respect aild admiration of the world, not tempor­ arily, but permanently. In her, friends recognize a rich store of practical good sense, and a beautiful harmony about her character that at once in­ spires sinoere respect, which soon warma into love.--Brooklyn Magazine. THERE are more schools in Franoe than in any other country in Europe. J- 1 -f1 ^"W^fPHKnipHecll^wflrrwSi them to you--I don't understand them myself--but he spoke very slowly and I wrote them down. He seemed to be very much troubled for some time and then he said: 'Tell Mr. Hai court he'd better run off an extra quire this week --may need 'em to send to friends, and don't publMi any poetry about me, and set that editorial double-leaded in which I do up the Scooter man about who has the most job work, and don't forget about those ads. of Dr. Sage- hen's Catarrhal Cavorter, and Piebiter'* Consumption Cure, and Howler's Hair Persuader, and Prof. Cemetery's Cele­ brated Rough on Life Salve; and put them all top column, preceding my obituary and call attention to them edi­ torially and locally. Ask him to be very particular about these.'"--Dakota IRATE old gentlem an--Mary, what was that noise P heard in the kitchen? Mary--Faith! an' little Oi know, unless yez heard Mike's countenance dhrop when Oi refused him * kiss at par tin. rrTexas Siftings. : ' r '•