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V WT". Li? jM ri t iH .f li lt : M V 'K.1 I . SOL MILLER, PUBLISHER AND PROPRIETOR. DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF DONIPHAN COUNTY. Our Motto: "Talk for Home, Fightor Home, Patronize Home." SUBSCRIPTION, S2.00 PER YEAR, IN ADVANCE. VOLUME XXVL-NUMBER 1G. J TROY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1882. WHOLE NUMBER, 1,316. MHftf i! i " K ft i If & ! &A y K Mtc SSflrtru. THE LAST BANQUET. (An Incident of the French BerolnUon, in 1703.) bt bdwakd mini. Cltaut, the Yorxnan Marquis, set In his Lninet hall, WhfB the shafts of Autumn sunshine gilded the castle wa3; While In through the open windows floated the sweet jrr. fame. Borne In from the lUttlj garden, and fiHinj I bo loftj Tonder, orer the poplars, lapped in the mellow hue. Lay the roof of the teeming city, red in the noonday blaze i While ever, in muffled mnsle, the tall cathedral towers Told to the panting people the 11017 of the Loan. Ill was a cruel temper; under his baneful wy. Peasant, mad maid, and matron lied from Lit headlong way. When down from hi rocky eyrie, spurring hi foaming teed. Gallop the haoghty nohle, ripe for eome evil deed, list when the eargtog thousands, bleeding t eTery pore, Housed by the wrung of ages, rose with a mighty ruar Bran the street of cities raac with a voice lung mote ;-Oj Gibbet, and tree and tanUrn bearing their blcedinr fruit, tftily one tench of feelinghid from the world apart, Locked with the key ef eilence lived in that cruel heart 1 For one he had loved and worshipped, dead in the days of yore, Kew slept in the lonely chapel, hard by the river shore. High 00 a painted panel, set in a gilded shrine, hbune her benignant features, lit with a smile divine j Coder the high, straight forehead, eye of the brightest blue. Framed in her hair's bright masses, rivaled the sapphire's hoe. "Why do yoa come, Breconl "llarqols, 3 on did iwt cUj Bat UJgnonne le waiting yonder, down by the castle id her begone ! "But, master pour child, A tore yvumf And, broken with bitter weeping, she told me a tale of woe. She says there Is wild work yonder, therein the hated town. Where the crowd of frenzied people are shouting the no bles down ; And to-night, ere the mown has risen, they come, with burning brand. With the flame or the blaring castle to light the lurid land. Bat yon must spread the banquet host for this crew ab horred Ere eat from the topmost turret they fling my murdered lord. Flee for thy life. Lord Uarquls; flee from a frightful doom. When the night has hid the postern safe in U friendly gloom. Toh ! are yon mad, Brecon! I Spread them the lanqnt here. With flowers, and fruits, and viands, silver and crystal clear j Let not a touch be wanting hasten these hands of thine! llaste to the task, Brecon! and 1 will draw the wine 1 ITp from the rippling river sounded the tramp of feet. That rose o'er t a solemn stillness laden with peifume sweet; While high o'er the sleeping city, and over the garden gleum. Towered the grim, black castle, still as the silent Utah. Leaning over the casement, beark'nlng the busy bum. Smiling: the hanghty Marquis knew that bis time was come; And he turned to the paneled picture that answered his look again. And beamed with a high of welcome humming a hiw re frain. Under the echoing arrhway, and up o'er the stairs of stone. Ever the human torrent shouted In strident tone Corses and gibes, SAd threat'nlngs, with snatches of ri bald Jest, eitirring the blood to fury In many a brutal breast. There, under the lighted tapers set in the banmiet ball, toiling, and calm, and steadfast, towered the Marnnis U1L Dressed in his richest costnme, lacing the gibing host. lie wore on his broad blue ribbon the star of "The Holy Ohost." "Welcome, fairgueat be seated " be cried to the mot. ley crowd That drew to the loaded table with curses long and loud: Waving a graceful welcome, the gleaming lights reveal The rings on his soft, white fingers, strung with their nerves of steeL Turned to the panel picture, calm in his icy hate, lie stood, in bis pride of lineage, cold a a iusible Fate j Kmiling in hidden meaning in Ids rich garments dress ed As cold, and hard, and polished a the brilliants on his breast. Pouring a brimming beaker, he crird: "Prink, friend, I pray! Prink to the toast I give you ! Pledge me my proudest day! Here, under the hall of banquet drink, drink to the festal news fttand twenty casks of powder, set with a lighted fuse 1 Frozen with sudden horror, they caw, like a fleecy miat, Ashenuaffwl the purple vintage, the ruffles at bis wrist; Turned to the smiling picture, clear as a sdrer bell, Echoed his but fund greeting I drink to thee, na btur Down crashed the silver goblet, flung on the marble flour; Back rushed the stricken revelers back to the close-barred door; Up through its yawning crater the mighty earthquake broke. Dashing its spume of Are up through Us waves of smoke! Out through the deep'ning darVoss a wild, despairing cry Kacg, as the riven castle lighted the midnight sky; Thsn down o'er the lurid landscape, lit by those fires of hell Buttress, and roof, and rafter the smoking ruin fell ! Over the Xennan landscape the Rammer sun looks don, Glldlnc the era v cathedral cildJnz the teeminc town. Gliding the gray cathedral, gilding the teeming town. Ftill shines the rippling river, topped In its banks of gi Ktm hanrs the scent rf runes over the tweeeful seen : Will shines the rippling river, topped In its banks of green; But high o'er the trembling poplars, blackened, and hom ed, and riven. Those blasted towsra and ramparts frown In the fare of Heaven ; And still in the sultrr August. I seem at tlnirs to tVl The smile ef that mud Marquis, keen as his rapier's steel! JWect jStoiu JOHN AND L An Ln.Iinppy MisjunflerwUiiidlnc; the Drciim World. In I was hitting in dressing-gown ft ml slippers in mj study, some time ago, when saddeuly, ami unannounced even by m knock, John Chichester entered the room, and, stepping np to me, trr raked my nose most bitterly. I Am an editorial writer fur tlio Sentimental Lumberyard, and consequently I was grievously annoyed Iy the affront tbui put npon me ly Chichester. A man in vnch an exaltetl jositiou ahotild never, I felt, be tweaked by the noae, and least of all eIiouM be thus be tweaked bv a vomtuon Halestuan In a tailor's shop. I felt like getting up and breaking a placqne over the mau'ii head, and so serving him out for hii im- pertinenre, but I was restrainetl by the thought of Chichevtrr's superior physical condition ; no I merely gave btmoncnf my looks, applied a cam brick handkerchief to my eyes and said, in a voice choked with tears: 4 'Job 11 Chichester, von forirot vonptelf ! "Well, don't you do Unjoin." wa the reply, for a wure as you do 111 knock y our bead itl.n 'Io what, John P s'aid I, adly, for I was un conscious of having injured the man, even in thought. "Oh. youre very innocent, you are, ain't you! All I want to say. lion ever, is, don't you do it again unless you want your head broken. As sure as you do, I'll do something worse Uian pnll your nose." And the horrid crrature lionnc ed out of the room. Then, holding the cambric handkerchief to my still burning nose, I sat buried in thought for a long time. How had I injured John in such a way as to put him into h tierce a frame of mindf "Had I written any editorial calculat ed to wound his feeling? This could not le, for iu writing I have ever borne in mind the beautiful precept : fAmong the pitfall in our mid the best of us walk blindly; so, mau.be wary, watch ami pray and judge jour brother without auimoMty. Say nothing that will in jurt bis ferliugs; do not wound his Mm. Utilities or lacerate bis heart. llesides, John had often told me that, in his lonely hours after work in the tailor's shop was done ami he was sitting nad aud d e pon tl wnt in bis little room after tea, my editorials in the Senttumtal Lvaberiiard had cheered and uened him to art well his part, showing him how, with honesty for his beacon light aud perseverance for his helm, he might vet come to own a shop of his own, hold up bis head like a man and walk the street like a thing of life. Would one like this, tweak my uim without provocation of a very grave or der? Then what had I done! Suddenly it dashed upon me that I had dreamed of him the night before and in my dream we had gouo to gether to his employers shop, where and such a deed is wholly foreign to my nature I had robbed the till aud then accused John of the rime. His master, with gleaming eyes, was proceeding to wipe the floor with the young man's Imdy, when suddenly I awoke in a cold perspiration, weeping as if my heart would break. Perhaps this had giveu John offense, but how ? I had not spoken to him about my vision, and yet I have often been told that I am of a peculiarly sensitive and magnetic na ture, and it might be that the fact of my dream . ingso dreadful a dream had acted magnetical ly upon my friend's mind, and led him to accom pany me in sleep and undergo all that 1 hsd nn 'dergone, and even more, for his employer's vio lence had been spent upon him, not me. I would immediately write to John and explain matters nay, I won id at once see him person sdlr. So I dronned mr half-finished editorial. and after arranging my ne before the mirror with the aid of a little Iiiy-wbite. witn wuicn 1 touched mr brow before coins abroad, even on an unimportant mission if any mission of a writer for the Sentimental Lumberyard may be looked upon as unimportant I went round to John's place of business, and, peering through the large plate-glass window, saw him spread ing some staffs before a customer, aud convers ing iu the most sprightly and affable war, jnst ns if nothing had happened. I did not wish to enter the shop till after the customer had gone, but still I stood looking at John, for vt hose per sonal appearance 1 had always the greatest ad miration. Suddenlr he looked up aud saw me. I smiled and nodded, but in return received such a ltatefnl glare from his eyes, and perceiv ed such a chilling look of haotenrnpon hi coun tenance, that really I could not mike up my wind to run the risk of an encounter with Jshu tn hi present mood, and hastened back to ray tudy and uiv editorial. Then I dashed off two sir three political paragraphs and was fire for the evening. How Hived through thf concert of the Hutch inson family, after tea, and how X ever wrote my notice of it for the paper, I scarcely know. for although the music was simply splendid, the thonght that John was gravely displeased with me covered my mju.1 with a hollow, bitter palL However, I got through with it in some way, and before laying my head 011 the pillow that night, I had made the linn resolve that, come what would, I would have an explanation with John, aud that another sun should not go down on his wrath. My! what a night that was! I seemed to be in a desperate quarrel with John over a game of cards. I had leen cheating him most shameful ly, and he had detected me in my tricks. I tried to explain that I was only iu fun, but not a word could I utter. Then presently we came to blows, and though John was much larger than I, I mastered him vriththegreatest of ease, knocking his head against the wall, banging his helpless legs against the chairs and tables, and in general ill-treating him in the most shocking mauner. Thedemou which similiter in us all, even in the best of us, seenied fully aroused within me, and, gaining voice in my dream, I upbraided John for breaking my nose, and proceeded to punch his nasal organ with absolutely frightful vehemence aud velocity. It was a dreadful ordeal, and again I awoke in a cold perspiration. About ri o'clock next morning, the door of my room hurst open, and John entered in an awful frame of mind. I esaved to offer a hurried and preventive explanation, but ere I could do so, John Chichester seized me by the moustache, and yelling, So, yoore up to it again, are you? What in thunder do you mean by taking ad vantage of me in that way, when you know I can't help myself? Oh, eucLadose as yon'll get now, proceeded to administer it, and tru ly, when he did get through with me, I was not tit to le seen, and had I gone abroad, I should infallibly have been asked if somebody hadn't tied my nose behind my back, o little eonapicu ctis for distingnihment w ould that organ have appeared. It was shocking to be treated in this way, and I tried to expostulate with John nHn his conduct, but he would not listen tn me, so absorbed was he in his own pt-rsonal an ger and violence. It is terrible to ee a man thus inflamed with self-assertion and unyield ing pride and reckless of the welfare of others. One should rather le tender and affectionate, than rude and self-complacent, ersitently forc ing his opinions aud even his whims uimn jwr tons who have no desire for them whatever. Hut John Chichester was in such a frame of mind now, and nothing that I said had any ap parent effect niton him. What should I do? What should I do ? I was very sore, indeed, when he left me. There seemed to be hardly a whole bone in my lotly, and I felt that I should not be able to go to the ofiicuof the Sentimental Lumberyard for several days. Therefore, summoning my land lady, I requested her to write the following note to the editor: EJtUr JV'nr York Sentimental Lumherynrd: Sic: Please eicuws John Charles for Ida una voidable ah-enee during the next three days. I will see to it that he does his work at borne. Yours, faithfully, Mas. E. H. Osschiuk. The note was sent, but jet I was ill at ease. I would not, I was determined, dream anything so offensive to John, as toraune him to do vio lence to his better nature, as I saw that he had done already twice within two day but how was I to help mjself ? I was of a magnetic dis pesition, and therefore my dream-world was as real to anyliody who could enter it with me, as was this onter world of ten'w. Indeed I phi losophizedall that the dream-world needs to make it renl is the condition that two persons, A aud It, dreamed simultaneously of each other -with the same surroundiucs, and that A shall dream that he sees It do what II dreams that he does; that A shall hear It say what II thinks ho says, and soon. ice versa. Surely this is with in the range of possibility, and, indeed, I saw that iu the ca?e of John aud myelt it was real, but surely, it was hard that I, so gentle and in offensive while awake, should bluster so iu the other world while asleep; while John, who could twint my slender waNt around his little finger while awake, was, when asleep, as helj less as a baby in my hands, and so came arouud every morning to make the account square be tween us. On the other hand, how could I blame him for working in the sphere in which he was most powerful when I muself gave him the provocation iu my dreams, when he was weak and I was a giant in strength? And he would not. as circumstances had shown, listen to my explanation. It was a diitressingdilema. What should I do? One obvious courte was open tome. I might so arrange matters with the editor of the Sentimental Lumberyard that I could do all my work at home, and by sleeping during the dav, avoid any fnrther encounters with John m the, other world,-since lie bad to sleep at night, and thus the danger of collision would be obviated. Further reflection, howev er, showed me that if I could control my tem t.cr in my sleep and there speak gently to John, he would perforce have to listeu to me, and I could instill into him a better spirit, "so that ho too in time micht learu to become an editorial writer 011 the Sentimental Lumberyard instead of a tailor's clerk, and thus slightly Iwtter his pe cuniary and intellectual condition. Kre retiring to my couch, that evening, with my hands folded arrows my breat, and my one mi injured eye fixed upon his picture on the wall, I fell asleep, and presently met John Chi chester, just as I had expected to. We seemed to be in a coffee and cake establishment, and I was endeavoring to steal his cakes. My nose began to tingle therefore I suppose that I was not in profound slumWr and then came tome the reflection that if I should be guilty of the proposed theft, John would le sure, compara tively helpless though he was, to show light, and then come around to my house in the morn ing, with the mual consequences. I should then be a perfectly loathsome spectacle, aud un fit to appear at the office fur several more days. Therefore I put a check upon iny unhallowed greed, and not only did not steal John's cakes, but actually gave him one of mine, ami paid the whole bill. A look of perfect happiness btole over his face, and in the moruini: became to my room, fell on my neck, apologized for his hasty conduct to me, and asked me to liecome the real brother of his heart. Since then sweet have Wen our communings. Xo more is there bickering letween ns, but all is peace and holy calm. Xo more am I banged about the room and tweaked by the nose, but instead, I listen to John's dear voice as he reads my editorials, and corrects them as only that tailor's clerk ever could correct them. My edi tor is proud of me, and iu time will raKe my sal ary. John has written some minor editorials, which have lieen well received, and he hopes soou to be regularly employed on the stall". Our home is pleasant, and John aud I will shortly marry the landlady's twin and gifted daughters the sweet oue, Kmilv, with the blue eves aud golden hair is to lx mine, and th queenly lles sie. she of the raven tresses and shapely mse, will Ite John's. Let us be kind to each other; Let us be kind while we may . (Ibe not thnu at thv brother. Teach him that better way. THE LATEST JOCKEYING TRICK. Ingenlens .tlaaner f .Tlsklsi an Inferior iivrr n - ar. A reHrter met t lie jocky of Itut herfrd w bile dining at the Winter I'alace in .St. Petersburg a short time after that hngcsportiug wrangle, and in the entire of a conversation on fur f matters the astute prodder of horse flesh Mid, with a childlike ami mentions smile: "Would you like to know thedcad inside facts as to how that race was won V "Why. you rdr the I icst horse, didn't yon? w e asked. Not a bit of it." replied the jckey with a grin. "The f.ict was Kutherford was only abont the fourth choice, and was not rated at more than eighth or ninth in the imm. True blue. Katv lease ami uiau ftieeinau nan me can overKnthv. lint it liapieied that my horse was a Idter, and to steady htm aud present hisflying the tratk 1 put blinders and goggles on him. Yon noticed them, I suppose. "There were two hores rigged that way, w replied. "Exactly; Stevens wa.a nervous critter also, and, as soon as his trainer saw how the gognles steadied my horse, he put m on Thad too. The day before the race a big Idea occurred to ne. I got a couple pairs of magnifying lenses and quietly put 'em in place of the plain glasses in thego'ggles of Iwith horses. Catch on to the ideaf" "Well, partly, "The only difference was that In Stevetis bridles I fastened the glases with the bulge in side, so as to make them diminishing glasses, don't yon see V "Like looking through the wrong end of an opera-glass, eh f "Exactly. Theresnlt was that while Ruth erford .was encouraged all the way by the course seeming only 200 yards long, the quarter flags appeared ten miles apart to Stevens. Yon see a horse can be discouraged just as well as a man. "Great scheme, that." "Well. I should smile. Itatbv thought he was in for a little quarter race, and it kept np his heart, so that when he had nearly done the lut mile and swung into the home-stretch, aud I called on him to let ont his last link, he thonght the judges stand was right under his nose, so he came home like an express train on a down grade; but Stevens, who thought he had aUmt nfteen miles farther to go on, went all to pieces, as yon remember, and almost lay down on the track, he was so mentally caved in, as it were. Bishop Elder at one time prohibited Catho lic girls from banging their hair, on penalty of exclusion from certain church privileges. Now the Bishop of Three Hirers, Can., forbid the ladies of his diocese the wearing of curls. Some other bishop will presently prohibit the frixring of the hair. Even the commissioners to locate the sites of public building are unconditional Stalwarts. The line is being drawn very fine. Syraew Journal. p$cdlancm& TO BUSSIA. ET JOAQCTC MILXJUL "Where was thou when I laid the foundations of the earth rHHU. YTbo tamed thy lawless Tartar bkl 1 What David bearded la her den The Russian bear in ages when Too strode your black, unbridled steed, A skin-clad savage of the steeps f W&y, our who now aits kw and weeps. Why. one who now wails out to yoa. The Jew j the homeless, hated Je. Who girt the thews of your young prinief Why. who but Moses slutted your course. And bound your fleece, diridnl futre. rnited down the grooves of Time f Your mighty millions, all today The batmi. homeless. Jews obey. Who taoght all histories to you I The Jew, the hated, homeless Jew. Who taught you tender Bib! tahw (If honey hinds, of milk and wine f Of happy, peaceful Palestine t (f Jordan a holy harvest vales f Who gave the paUeot Christ! I say. Who gave yoa Christian creed t Yes, ea. Who gave jour very god to yout The Jew ! The Jew! Tbc hated Jew ON SOUTHERN FIELDS. A ley of High I.Heek lag in Aren4 the Ike liar petit Horses be Use4' Battle (arsmasl at Franklfa A Legead vf tbe Tswa At Ibe Carter Haase lie Cenctcry. Ca federate Special CorresondcDce Philadelphia Times. KiiANKuy, Ton., August 16. If the reader will crook his elbow just as he did the last time he had his arm around his girl's waist he may get a fair idea of the way the Harpeth river curves around the town of Franklin. The coat sleeve thus gallantly press ing the frock forms a sort of U, and so the river, with Franklin in the short beud, cnts out from the plaiu the huge horseshoe into which Hood, on the last day of November, I8&1, threw bis 40,000 men to crush Schofield'a 17,000 therein entrenched. Moreover, If the reader will place his left wrist, with the fingers of that hand widely extended, at the crook of the elbow, he may complete the illnstratiou, for five roads like the thumb and four lingers lead out from a spot called "Fivo Points," iu the heart of the towu, across the plain over which Hood advanced. Climbing Koper's Knob, which, as a part of a U u if on the north side of the stream, stands in bold contrast with the level laud to thesonth, I had a view of the whole pleasing picture the Harpeth gleaming in the sunlight like a sil ver bow, the lovely town among trees iu its cm brace, aud beyond a thousand fields threaded by the live white road Ieds as though by cords of silk. What was before ine did not seem like a place of strife, but it was the famous Franklin field and upon it was fought the lereet little battle 01 x lie war. MEN MAD mWN IS TIIEIK HOOTS. The battle was terrific becanoe the men on both sides were mad from crown to heel. On Hood's side there were hosts of Tenuesseeans augry at distwilcd homes. Their feet were bruised on flinty roads and froze u fie Id 1. A trail of blood had marked the track of more than one barefooted regiment, and winter was sharply on with its first snow. In the kuap sacks of the dead conld le found bits of bark, roots aud jmne. Hood's hungry battalions had followed the fat trail of thu Yankee commis sary through four States, and Schofield was in a trap in the Harpeth horseshoe, with a river at his back. lint Schofield's men were mad, too. They had leii driven from post to pillar, nntil they chafed at further retreat. Their line stretched aloug the skirts of the town from river to river and they are auxioua as well as readv for the fight. "Yes, sab; hit was right heah! hit was right heah, sah, dat olo Moss Hood bit off moah'n he cud chaw, said Si, the darkey driver, an we came down the Knob, crossed the Harpeth and trotted ont the Columbia turnpike. And when I added: "And, having bitten off more than he could chew, he chocked to death in the act of deglutition,' old Si settled me with: "'Deed, I spec so, boss; diinno bout de degluten bizness, Imt he died a swallorinV THE ONE LEflF.Nl OF FRANKLIN. As we approached the Federal lino the driver IHiinted ont a large brick house, shaded by ocust trees, and, reining in his horses, legaii impressively: "Yon was inquiriu wedder dar aiu't no oue partickler story 'boutde battle dat holds on to de folks oh de town. Wat am dat ar spression yon slung out w id reference to hit? 'Legend. "Dat's hit, legeu; yes, sah, an de legeu is bout dat ar house. Colonel Carter's, up dar. Young Canpen Carter, dis presen Colonel's bnidder, was one ob de rebs, an he hadn been home to see his mah fur foah yeah. He was wid Moss Hood, an so he got so neah home dat mo'nin dat he thought he'd kind o'slip oWr home. lp he conies to de gate, an sees his mah jH-ekiu out to de winder. ( honev T says his mah, nice a missis ez eler was. Ande Capjteu he lusts np de latch an stans still a ininnit. He seed de poorty yahd wid de loens trees all ronn, whare he use ter play wd de bit ties wen he was a teeny, tiny young 'un, an den he 'gin to cry. I'oah Cappenfho'giii to cry, he did, an eg he hists de latch ob do gate he savs: 'Thank de good God in de sky, l'eo home agin to my fath er's hoirse r "Well, go on, Si. ''What's de ute talkin any moah, boss. Coase he nehber got in de house. Hit hit 'iui'twixt de eyes, right heah. Yes, sah ; Cappen Carter didcnkeer furrdem bullets, kase he'd seed so many afore, lmt dat tin killed im diadem a doali nail. WHERE THE HOT KIGIITIXU WAJ. We hitched to the locust trie by the gate where Captain Carter, whoi name is mentioned aflectioually in the chronicles of his comrades, was said to'hare fallen, and waited around the house. The son them end shows many marks of Miuie balls, and a frame Mruclnre adjoining seems tn have been peppered with small shot. So, too, the outbuildings and the trees offer evi dences for the conflict, for here the Federal cen ter was boldly salient, the flanks resting on the river to the right and left. The present owner of the plantation. Colonel Carter, looked as war like as his battered premises when we caught a glimpse of him, with a gun on his shouldt-r, striding iu from a locust thicket, where he had been shooting birds. The gun was leys talka tive than the ColouelJjowever, and he not only forgave the intrusion, but kindly showed mo that wart of the field. From his yard he pointed out the hills whence emerged Hood lines of battle and indicated all phue to le famous in history. A t'OHET5 TAIL K COWAKlH. Xeither through love nor by money could I have found so good a guide. This was the very ground of slaughter and Colonel Carter was not only a trained observer in the fury of the fight, hut'for eight n long years he has trod with his heel and turmd with his hoe the bloody soiL "At the time of the light," he aid, "I was home on parole. Generals Srhotield aud Cox had their headquarters in my father's hoit. where also many of our neighltors gathered." Hi chat wasmainlrof crira rrniiiiicence. vet now aud then a flash of humor would le observable. So hot was it once that he went into the cellar to. calm the fears of the women and children, and happening to look out through the window bars he saw a sight that made him laugh in the midst of dying groans. Iefore his ryes stretched a comet's tail of men in blue, who had sought the lee of the house to escape the bullets and who swung too niul fro ns the battle surged around the building. Tkee weie the cowards whose claim to manhood was that they were bipeds had each two lrgsto run with. um; xjN'r he m:i:oi. Looking from the opjoite window on the other hand, he saw iu the dusk a line of Confed erates dash upon the earthworks with the fury of devils. Men jabled with the bayonet at each other over hedge and fence and hundreds were slain in his sight. General Adams, riding with head bare and sword uplifted, spurred directly against the abatti. A sharp fence rail pierced the horses belly, transnxing mm ucaii in air, and Adams, veteran comrade of Scott at Vera Cruz, was himself lifted dead from his saddle bv Federal Vayonets. As darkness came on fresh battalions swept over the plain. The light they fought by was the red glare of artillery. Mid night saw no cessation, aud when at lat Hood sank aghast at the slaughter, with Generals Cleburne, Adams, Slrahl, Gist and Granberry, a hundred line officers mid many bareftioted braves dead aronnd him. Colonel Carter heard a familiar whirr overhead and then counted two tinkles nioti the little clock, lletween that hour and daybreak Srliofleld, unhurt, crossed the Harpeth with his trains and left on the field a victor who had broken his own arm. his pres tige and his heart in the frantic and fruitless blow. WHEN THE WAVE n.AI ROLLED BT. After the battle the farm, like others adjoin ine, was in ntter wreck. The bouse alone stood. All the fences was down. Mnd was knee-deep in the'yanl. Dead men and horses were thick about. "Hood's first charge was made at 4 o'clock, said Col. Carter, "and it fell upon this point, as did all the heavy assaults. Yon seethis locust thicket on onr right ? That thicket then covered five acres, but after the fight it was a forest of tooth-picks. In that vegetable patch to oar left General Cleburne fell dead. There is nothing to indicate the exact spot, but it is within twenty yards of where we stand. The corn field to the left of the pike was filled with dead and dying, and the corn to the right of the pike was a counterpart of the other. In this yard and in that garden I conld walk from fence to fence on dead bodies, mostlv tliose of Confed erates. In trying to clear np I scraped toz;ber a half bushel of brains right around the house and the whole place was dyed with hhiod. Nothing in the shape of horse, male, jack: nor jenuy was left In the neighborhood, In fact, I remember that it was not nntil Christmas, twenty-five days afterwards, that I was enabled to borrow a yoke of oxen, and I spent the whole of that Christinas dav hanling seventeen dead horses from this yard. There was a big rain storm not long after the battle, and as thearth was washed out of the trenches he saw aline of human hands sticking np some with ringers shut tight, some pointing and all so ghastly that they were covered hur riedly. Hefore the bodies got to be bones, and It was not long, because this was among the last of the terrible battles, they were removed tothe cemeteries. Xow tones are nn-common sights and the plowman is not startled as at some wilder grounds which I have visited. CLEBURNE VACE FRAMED IN LEAD. There are many minor objects on this Carter farm worthy in themselves of lengthy mention. A grain fau'with just 1 bullets in it would be a curiosity in any museum, and there once was taken from the place a wooden post so heavy from its battle-breakfast of lead that it sank to the bottom when placed in a pond of water. Some time ago a soldier who had served under Cleburne addressed a letter "To any ex -Confederate in Franklin, Teun.," requesting a billet of wood from home tree near where General Cleburne died to make a frame for a picture of his old commander. As that gallant Irishman, who rests under the cedars at Helena, Ark., fell in the open field, an oak plank was torn from ail old gin-house a few feet away. In catting the plank so that it could be placed in a box aud sent by express the saw struck a dozen or more bullets. And by this time, very likely Cleburne's picture is framed in rebel oak set with Yankee gems that cost him his life. It was within ten yards of this historic spot that in the thick of the fray a rebel soldier, in trying to leap the Federal breastwork, fell wounded into the trench. A Union officer who visited Franklin a few weeks ago, and who was behind the breastwork at the time of the inci dent, saw the injured rebel beckoning to him and gave ear, "It's so hot," said the rebel, "I believe if you'll help roe over 111 surrender." The smoke was blinding, the earth was shaken under artillery and the air whistled in the tracks of countless Minio balls, bnt in pity the wonuded man was lifted over. It was found that one leg had Wen shot almost away. "Yank," he said, "I'm obleeged to ye, bnt what I cum in furr was to lam who's 'lected. "Elected! what do yon mean? asked the ofliccr, astounded at such a question at such a moment, when trembling earth and lurid sky seemed merged into the hot quarters of hell itself. "Who's 'lected President, Little Mac or old Abe Lincoln? "Mr. Lincoln. "Old Abe still; then, by God, stranger, this demned wah is gwiue to Uit foah years moah! EARTHWORKS AT HARD-HAUGA1N. Objects and incidents similar to the foregoing made the Carter house a place of such interest that the sun was slanting before we left the Columbia piko and returned to the heart of the town where the fire roads meet. Then driving a few hundred yards out upon another of the roads, which ran along the Harpeth to the north of the town, we came to Hani-bargain, where rested the extreme Federal right, plumb against the river. Here for three hundred yanls or so the Federal line of earthworks remains much as it was left. It extends along the crest of a low hill, a sort of a common covered with rocks, short herd grass, thistle aud dandelion. If one were to start at this end of the horseshoe and move across lots to the Carter honse and thence over fields to the other end of the horse shoe he probably could trace the whole Federal line, keeping the trail from trenches and the brownish hue of the upturned subsoil. Hut for that trudge we bad no time, and returnlug to the "Five Points' wo rode out the other three roads in turn, observing sacli thing- as scarred trees on the way. The last road along which Si whipped his horses was that which ran south west wanl and led as to the Confederate burying ground. The Union dead were removed to Nashville and Columbia, where there are ceme teries, but 1,451 Confederates were put into the ground on the field of death. A bTRANGE PLANTATION MCTCRE. The cemetery is in the midst of a fine old plan tation, parts of which look more like a delight ful park than pasture fields for lazy sheep. Stretches of green meadows, with oaks centuries old, whitewashed fences, lovely patches of copse and the suu sinking in purple behind the man sion, made the scene snclt as a novelist might call baronial. Si waited at the graveyard gate while I walled down a long avenue of pines, hundreds of head -boards being on either side. Overgrowing the little mounds and concealing them in many places are carpets of blue grass, wild ivy adn wild sage, fragrant when braised by the heel. I saw General Duncan's name on oue head-board and other naufes, familiar in battle-story, came under my eye, which, how ever, was less watchful for epitaphs than the eyes of the blue-jays, robins and twittering gar den canaries were of the Intruder. "Say, boss P came from Si, at the other end of the avenue, "deserebs, flat on dey're backs heah. was xnitey hungry wen day cum iuter Franklin. Da was after dat Yankee commis sary. This remark did not seem to have a double meaning, and I was still stnmnine arouud when "Say, boas, Ise mos hungry naif to mobe on de ole woman a conimtssary. JJoan ye hab no suudown snppers np Norf ? G. IU THE ORIGINAL, OF REBECCA IN "IVANHOE. IWteccaCratr, the original of Itehecra In Ivanhoe,ls the subject of a short article by Grata Van Bensselaer, which, with a beautiful portrait of the lsdy, appears In the September Onfury. Wo believe it is not geucrally known that the honor of having been the prototype and in spiration of the character of Kebecca the Jew ess, in "Iranhoc, belongs to an American lady, whose beauty and noble qualities were described to Scott by a friend. The friend was Washing ton Irving, and tne lady Keiecca uratz, 01 an honorable Jewish family of Philadelphia. I'e1ecca was born on the 4th of March, 1761, and iu her younger days, and even beyond mid dle life, she possessed singular beauty. Her eyes were of exquisite shape, large, black and lustrous; her figure was graceful, aud her car riase was marked by nuiet dignity attractions which were heightened by elegant and winning manners. It is said that, when a young lady, Kebecca won the regard of a gentleman of character, po sition and wealth, whose passion was devotedly returned. The difference in their religious faith. however the one a conscientious Christian, the other devoted to the ancient creed of Israel pro red an inseparable barrier to their union, fche w as never married. One of her brother's most intimate friends was Wadiingtou living, then in the early fresh ness of his literary fame. When in Philadelphia he was a welcome gueit at the inausian, and the "big room was assigned him to "roost iu." as he termed it. The beauty and character of Kebec ca, together with the fact that she was a repre sentative of a race whose history is full of ro mance, deeply impressed him, and the founda tion was l.i id of a cordial friendship and admi ration which lasted through life. Miss Cratx passed many of her younger days with the I nil mam and other old families in New York, with whom she was on intimate terms. Among her friends at this time were the literary wits of Salmagundi. Matilda Hoffman, the ob ject of Irving's first, last and only love, was her dearest frirnd. Miss Hoffman, who is described as lovely in person and mind, with engaging manwers, delicate sensibilities, and playful hu mor, faded early and died in lcttl, at the age of eighteen. Kebecca was her constant companion during her illness, sharing with the family the cares of her sick bed, and holding her in her arms when she died. Irving was then twenty six years old, and for the half century of his lat er life he cherished faithfully the memory of his early love. He slept with her Bible and prayer book under his pillow, and they were ever his in separable companions. After bis death a pack ace was found containing some private memo randa, a miniature of great beauty, a braid of fair nair, ana a sup 01 paper containing ner name in his own hand writ ine. In his private note book he wrote: "She died in the beauty of neryoutn, and in my memory she will ever be young and beautiful. For many years, daring which he studied law and was admitted to the bar. Irvine's natural ly gay temperament was overshadowed by his grief, and uis trenuent intervals ml depression unfitted him for literary labor. Engaging in basinets with his brotheratlJrerpool, he passed much of his time abroad. His mercantile ca reer, however, proved a failure, and he thence forth devoted himself to literature. It was in the fall of the year 1617 that Scott and Irving met for the first time. With a letter of intro duction from the poet Campbell, who was aware of Scott's high estimate of Irving's genius, the latter visited Abbotsford. He was most cordial ly received and welcomed by Scott himself, who came limping down to the gate, attended by his favorite stag-hound, and grasped his hand in a way tnat made irvmgleel as if they were al ready old friends. To this friendship we owe the eharaeterof Re becca in "Ivanboe, Darin e one of their maor conversations, when personal and family affairs were the topics, Irving spoke of bis own. and MissIIoaman's cherished friend, Rebecca Grata, of Philadelphia, described her wonderful bean- ty, related the story of her firm idbersoce to her religions faith under the most trying ci re n in stances, sou parucaiariy iiinsxraieu ner loveli ness of character and zealons philanthropy. Scott was deeply interested and Impressed, and conceived the plan of embodying the pare, mor al sentiment, that like a thread of silver ran through tha story. Although "Rob Roy" was then unfinished, he was already revolving in his mind the plot and characters of "Ivaohoe. Ho immediately determined to introduce a Jewish female character, and, on the strength of Ir ving' vivid description, he named his heroine Rebecca. THE X0DBSN SCHOOL TEACHES. Twas Saturday night, and a teacher sat Alone, her task parsninjc j She averaredthis. and she averaged that. Of all that her class was dtdnc She reckoned per rentage so many hoys. And ao many rlrlt all coasted. And marked all tie tardy and absentees. And to what all the absence amounted. Names and residences wrote hi full, Orer many column and pages 1 Canadian, Teutonic, African. Celt, And averaged H thef rarest The date of admission ef every one. And cases of flagellation ; And prepared a list of graduates For the Comity examination. Her weary head sank low en her book. And her weary heart still lower 1 For some of her pupils had little train. And she conld not furnish more. She slept, she dreamed j it seemed she died. And ter spirit went to Hades 1 And they met her there with a question fair, "State what the per cenL of your grade Is" Ages had slowly rolled away. Leaving but partial traces 1 And the teacher's spirit walked, une da), la the eld familiar places. A moond of fossilized school reports Attracted her observation. As high aa the State House dome, and as wide Aa hoston, since annexation. She came to the spot where they burled her bones. And the ground was well built overt But laborers digginc threw out a skull. Once planted beneath the clover. A disciple of Galen, wandeiiag by, Paused to look at the diggers : And picking the skull up. ftok'd through the eje, And saw It was lined with figures. "Just aa I thought Bald the young M. I Uew easy U is to km 'em! Statistics ossified every tod Of cerebrum and cerebellum." "It's a great curiosity, sure, said Pat t "By the hones you can tell the creature f '0h. nothing strange, said the doctor "that Was a nineteenth century teacher. SUNDAY AT WATEBL00. Correspondence Cincinnati Commercial. At Brnsssls, we went to the Town Hall, and walked through the very ball-room where tra dition and Byron declare there was a sound of revelry, tire night before the battle of Waterloo. If I was to undertake to make a modest esti mate not an overgrown one, you know I should say that "fair women and brave men," and "soft eyes looked love to eves that spake gain," were quoted one hundred times in ten minutes, an average of ten a minute, while we lingered in that hutoric ball-room. If there is anything we do particularly avoid, it is exag geration. Next day, as a fitting heqticnce, the Cookies went to the battle-gronnd. The great fight be tween Napoleon and the world took place Snn day, Jane Id, 1615. It was on another summer Sunday, fair and smiling as the sunrise, JulylS, 182, that we visited the spot where the fate of a continent was decided. We took the afternoon train from Brussels to the little station of It mine TAtlend, half an hour's ride or so away. The cars were tilled with working people, out for their Sunday afternoon pic-nic in the country. They carried great bas kets of lunch, and had no end of babies with them. Brussels is gay and brilliant with happy people, on Sunday. At the railway station, the tourists piled into omnibuses, Inside and out, like bees about a hive, and were driven to the battle-ground. Here a little aside. It quite detracts from the solemn dignity of the occasion. It is wholly foreign to the stupendous theme in hand at this moment. But if ever jou come to Waterloo, do not fail to ride upon the outside of an omnibns, to watch, how a Belgian French driver propels his horses along. We stop the press to say it. The guide-1ooks ought to put down this circus as one of the things the stranger can not afford to miss. Jehu has a long whip; four or five feet of it is a wooden stock; the rest is a leather thong six feet loug. There are four horses, so called, as yoa go np the hill. The two in front are at tached to the vehicle by rope harness. It takes two people to 6tart them. A boy stands at theirlieads and holds them as if they would fly off at any moment, the very incarnation of fiery, untamed equine wickedness. The driver clam bers to iiis seat. He begins to look excited. The boy at the head tremblingly lets go. "Allyrsayshe. "Whist! Hoop-la! Hnd-np! Hop! Hop!" says the driver. Nothing moves. The driver grows red in the face. He cracks the long whip with the report of a cannon a Fourth of Jnly toy pistol, anyhow. He whis tles, he prays, he swears. He calls on the Saints and Madonnas. Whisp! "Whisp! Whisp! Whoop! Whoop! BangP The lead horse lifts his right hind leg. "Wheep! Wheep! Wbeepr screeches that devoted driver. He throws his arms wildly above his head. He cracks the whip three times in succession, louder than ever. There is murder, fire and brimstone in his countenance. The off horse winks his left ear. The near one rolls his eye aronnd with a mild expression of horse sense, and asks the driver if he sees an thing green there. "Ally! Allyl AllyP screams Jehu Sacre. "Whoy! whoy! hop! hop! hop! Ally gosh! Go on!" He winds np in good, flat-footed English. When the eq nines hear that, they know their time has come. The driver swells up and tnms black in the face. Just as he Is about to fall over In a fit we move off at a snail's pace. As cending the hill, another fellow runs alongside, to encourage the driver, and catch him if he faints. Both shout out at the top of their voices throughout. The tortoise-like concern creeps on tilithe top of the hill is reached. The horses maintain a philosophical calm. We have been ten minutes making a distance decently educa cated horses would have done in five. The dri ver is panting and penpiringat everypore. He is as wilted as a cabbage leaf upon a hot plate, lie is exhausted. He has labored twice aa hard aa auy of the four-legged humbugs that have hauled ns tothe scene of former conflict. He has fought the battle of Waterloo o'er again. "I must stop tree minnte ami get a giasa beer he says. unving au omniuns in iwigium is n wnuui business. Waterloo battle-gronnd has been changed so much that Napoleon Ie Graud himself would never know it again, If his melancholy shade were permitted to hover for a brief space abont the scene of his creat defeat. Everybody knows. of course, how the field where the hottest part of the conmet was lias oeen uug down, auu too earth taken from it to build the Lion Mound, a great artificial hill with a bronze lion on top. No taste could well be worse than that which thus mntilated Waterloo battle-ground. "Ze lion, he is in six ii-ace, says our gnide. "Mauy a year ago, a soldier, who fought vix xe Emperenr Napoleon at Waterloo, he come out from Brnzelle. He climb up in ze night, mit a ladder, he break two, tree piece off ze lion's tail. He bring powder and pat under him. He will blow all np, he so mad at ze English. Bat zey j: - 1.! n UIWTU1C1 UllU. If yon come here, secure, if possible, the ser vices of Martin Pirson as a guide. His certifi cate says that his father, a guide before him, helped carry off the wonuded, and inter the dead, after the great battle. Very likely this is so. At any rate, we believed him. I know not bow much of his story really happened, and bow much of it came from his own and other persons' imagination I do not care. I have a suspicion that considerable of the tale is from Victor Hugo's superb description of the battle in "Lea Miserables." What then? The story Is one of the most dramatic and exciting that I ever heard, and Martin Pirsou, in his line, is an actor equal to any alive to-day. No sing-song, stupid droning in his voice, no "hi mm in away loike a bnzzard clock overhead" here. Martin Pirson has told his tale many hundred times. The battle of Waterloo was fonght sixty-seven years ago last June. Few are now alive who witnessed the mighty drama. Vet this plain little peasant's eye flashes, his muscles quiver, he fires np as he goes on till yon forget yourself and all around, and more than half believe the battle was fonght yesterday, and you are wholly pers aided, along with Martin Pirson, that the French would have whipped, Ifthere bad only been good weather that .day. He points oat to yoa the fatal sunken road of Ohain, and tells yon it was twenty-five feet deep, before the field' beside it was cnt down to build the Lion Monad and yoa believe him. Yoa come to the ht tie-ground from the station over an excellent highway, which is said to be this very road. The guide points oat the hamlet La Belle Alli ance, Emperor Napoleon's "head-quart."" "Over there beyond, was his post for -obser-Taaseonr, later in the day. A paysan, in a blouse bine, like me, a working man, he guided the Emperor here to the field. It I a the rostnme of the country. A cannon ball fly past the pay san, so, spat! and he dock his head so that he might .sot. get hit. The great Napoleon, he laugh and say: Mon friend, the ball can bit yoa so good in the back as in the face; bnt to be hit In the back it is to the disgrace.'- ? "Over there, where yon see the corn there. was the Forty-second Highland regiment, called the Black Watch. Down here were the brave innUkillens Irishmen and the Scotch Grays, commanded by Sir William Ponaonby. The Emperor be see them; be say to his aide: 'Mi-a-r-g-e ! Cat these battalion in the pi-ece ! The aide he say: 'Men Emperenr, yoa can not. Too not know these men. They fight like dev ils! Bat the Emperor be order to at t sec ne fear the Prussians come np under Blacher. He wish to whip the English first, ard then the Pmsaians aenarate. Ze En dish do not attack say on ze defensive When Sir William Pm sonby see ze French cavalry coming, be order bis men forward. He wave his band, and he err: "Scotland foTevairer' Tb ffet Is electric, as 'Martin Pirson. -with glowing cheek and flashing eye, raises his voire witb this battle-cry. lie pauses a moment. mores a little to tne ngnc "In the middle of the field, down ther. was deep morass swamp, what yoa calLr The French fight, the Inniskillcns fight, the Scotch and English fight. They stick fast in this mo rasa; oue falls dead; another climbs on top of him; he falls dead, too; another comes French, Scotch, English, and Irish they are all mixed up together, dead and dying, till yon don't know one from another. In a little time, all is over. Hardly a French trooper is left alive r Half-shed tears peep ont from more than one eye manly tja they are, tooas Martin Pirson passes quickly to the other side of the Lion Monument. He points off in this direction. "There," said he, "the fight was very hot. The soldiers they come no more wiz ballets ; not more wiz ze bayonets. Zay come wiz ze musket butt end, dab so." The little man's French accent is very marked in the exciting passages. He points ont to ns where Wellington stood. In accents of red-hot scorn he tells us hew a German Colonel turned traitor to the great Emperor; how, too, a Hol land Dntch regiment basely deserted him in the moment of peril, and went over to the enemy. He turned and pointed again. 'Down there," continued he, "yoa see the field of petate? Where that field of petate U, Cambroune he form the hollow sqcarewUze Old Guard Napoleon. You see this road, down deep like a ditch ? Over there by the road stood 'the English Zhenerai, and he say to his men, -nop, uuarus, ana net mem:' eoon me roaa is fall of dead and wounded. Over there is the villa Hougoumoat. Yon have read, perhaps, Victor Hugo's description f ''Indeed we have, and we will read it again, as soon as we go home." How vividly both that and Byron's poem came back to us, as we stood there beside the granite iedestal of the Lion of Waterloo! Do not fail to read both before yon visit this soil, which drank the blood of heroes. I can not now remember the numbers of the reg'menta and their commanders, and have no book to refer to, bnt the guide knows all the important ones, and will tell yon. The Lion Monad is said to be two hundred and twenty feet high. Yoa will never know how bard it is to pin a measurement right dowu till yon try. Human nature lies scandalously, when it conies to dimensions and population. Oar guide takes np the thread of his narra tive: "There was the orchard yon read about. A high red brick wall was around it. The French see the wall through the trees. They think it is the red coats of the British soldiers, and they charge the solid wall. You see, all was misty and smoky that day. It Is not strange that the French made this mistake. "When all was lost to the French, the Empe renr turned to flee to Paris. He was in his car riage. A memberof hisstaff galloped up to him and said : Mon Emperor, here is no time to lose. You must to horse.' So be jumped on a horse and ran away quick. He left bis carriage behind. The Prussians captured it, next day, ami it is now with Madame Tussaud's wax works, iu Loudon." Which it is. We saw it there in the Bonaparte room, with the Emperor's iron camp bedstad folded up and laid across the front. It is a great lumbering affair, heavy as a Cincin nati beer wagon. The Emperor could not have gone very far on the road to Paris with that. Some oue of the tourists happeued to mention America. Martin Pirson looked up. "Yoa are from America?" said he. Presently an expression of ineffable contempt crossed the mobile countenance. "Your Zhenerai Or-rant was in Brnzelle, aud he come not to Waterloo. What yoa think Bnt your Sherry-dan was here; I show him ze battle-ground." He pauses thoughtfully and gazes far ont over the wide plain. He points toward the famous orchard so hotly contested. His voice quivers with sympathy as he tells how here the bravo French were subjected to a cross-fire from three directions, and how they fought like tigers, with their devoted ranks growing thinner and thinner, unwavering and unyielding, till all are lost. "The French are good Holdiers,"aays some one. "Ah, Xfon Vieu, yes!" exclaims Martin, clasp ing his hands, while bis eyes glowed with en thusiasm. "That was a bad day fur the French. It was the unlncky day. It was the worst weather. It had rained till all was swamp. The French cannon sank in the marass np into wheels, so, and they could not pull them out. They had to be left. The allies had many thou sand more men than the Emperor. Everything was against France. Bnt, madame, if it had only been a goo I day, the French would still have whipped." Who knows? Peacefully the great plain slumbered In the shimmering July sunshine. Tiny fields of grass and grain stripe the historic ground with green aud gold. Soft waves of light run through them when the summer wind blows The shad ow of a cloud hovers a moment above, and flits noiselessly across, like the spirit of peace. Tho boom of the cannon, the roar of musketry, the neigh and tramp of cavalry horses are all silent as if they never had been. Graceful corn-flowers cluster in tho wheat, and smile back at the sky whofte own blue they have caught aud hold fast in their dewy petals. If the dust of heroes feeds their roots if the blood of heroes enriches the sap that flows upward through their veins, the peaceful blue corn-flowers give no sign. But all through the yellow wheat tho wild (Hippies grow, fiery, dazzling red things, as if drops and stains of the blood which once spotted all this fair plain still Iiugered to remind mortals of the tragedy which once was enacted here. If you visit the spot in summertime you will pluck from the yellow wheat a scarlet poppy, and carry It away as a memento of Waterloo. How a Colorado Man Kept from Freezing- to Death. There is an old story extant that if one will cover themselves entirely np with snow, they cannot freeze to death, but protected from the outer air, the warmth of the body will be suffi cient to sustain the vital spark. There is also another superstition to the effect that if one were to meet a bear, and, looking the shaggy monster straight in the eve walk up to him, he will turn tail aud run. Both experiments are of a Homcwhat dangerous as well as disagreeable character, a fact which doubtless accounts for their not being tried and tested by the general public. That there is at least sufficient latent filial IU IUC nuun liiricu uraui iiutu iirrtiuK while entirely snrronnded by it, Frank White of this city, who retnroed anay or two ago from a long trip into the Indian country, is willing to testify. Iu the course of his homeward journey Mr. White had an experience which all the min eral wealth of Lead vi He conld not tempt him to repeat. It was on the Grand River, where the suow had recently fallen tn a great depth. The weather was somewhat murky when he started to return, but he relied upon a tolerably good prairie and that unknown qnality termed good lack to get back before the snow had fallen in auy great quantities. In both of these he was greatly deceived, as the freezing flakes which ltetran to fall on the second ilav out. soon obliter ated everything save the most bold and readily recognized lambmarks. On the fourth day he was lost in the storm, and at last found shelter in a little clump of cnt ton wood trees, the thick ness of whose branches, in a measure, protected the ernnml. The uti-ht Lad turned bitterly ami intensely cold, and to hia dismay he found that in his tram n his match-safe had fallen from his pocket and was not to be found. For an instant it seemed that nothing but a frozen death await ed him, for he knew well, to spend the night wuere ne stooo, or even 10 tarry mere immuu less any length of time, would surely be fatal. Already the colored lights, that are a sure forerunner of death by freezing, began to flicker berond his eyes, and he felt that he must take desperate chances for existence. It was then that it ocenrrea to mm mat ne naa somewnero beard of the latent beat in snow, and the last resort of freezing men. He did not stop loug for deliberation, but began, with benumbed fingers to burrow in the huge white bank ahead of him. In a few moments he had excavated a hole of considerable size, and drawing his blanket tight ly aronnd him, he crept in. After a time his bo dy began to grow more comfortable and his hands regain their sense of feeling. Then he grew sleepy, but as yet dared not close his eyes, fearing that it was the stupor of freezing be felt. At last, without knowing, be fell asleep, and did not awaken nntil early next morning. He had passed as com port able a night as if he had bad a roof over his head, and save for his frost bitten finger tips, which bad been exposed, be was uninjured by his night in the snow. Here snmed the tramp early in the morning, nd to ward' the close of the afternoon was much re lieved to strike a camp of surveyors, by whom he was tnostliospitably treated, and given 'di rections far completing bis journey. He arrived here after two more days on the road, and tells the story with considerable satisfaction. He says, however, that In all his experience iu the mountains he never knew of anything quite as dreadful ashe few moments that he imagined he was freezing, bat was really only falling into peaceful slnmber. He says that all the sias and pecadillocsofbis life passed In somber succes sion before his drowsy eyes, and be never before realized what a frightful sinner," hs had been. Since he has arrived in this city. It baa been ne cessary toamnatata the first joint of the in dex finger on his left hand, as it wan quite dead from the effects of the frost-bite, and It was feared that trouble might extend to the rest jf the hand. Otherwise, however, he Is sound as the proverbial dollar. LtdtiXU Clrouicte. According to answers given to Michigan can didates for school teachers places, there bad been twentv-flve Presidents of the United States, the word ''maa' was a ''maalr aline pouD, and the three divisions of the Federal Government were, monarchlal, aristocratical and democratic." Tux Boston Journal is authority for the state mmt that si Bosnian noet has nresented a lady. of .whom he is enamored, a set of his works boand In the skin of hia own leg, which was ampatated some months ago. 1 NciAASCZs lire long In the land. An Illinois I parrot baa jnst died, at the age of 72 years. THE AZTEC CITT. BT BTGESE F. WAU. There is a clouded city that doth ret Berond the crest W hre Cordilleras mar the mystic west. These tans unheeded rise and re-arise. And tn the skies The harvest moon unnoticed lives and de. And yet this clouded city hath no niht Vulcanic hbt lloth cire eternal noon-tide redly brigkL A thousand wells whence coolie waters came. No more the same. Now send aloft a thousand trees of Same. This clouded city is ench&ntinjC fair, for rich and rare, Vrom sculptured frieze the cilded srifiins stare. With level look with loving, bojwful face, fixed spun space. Stand caryatides of unknown race. And hftv cuhmiiadrs are there of green, nard. serpentine. Carved oa wboe shafts strange alphabet are seen. And from triumphant arches, loullng dowu Upon the town. 4, In porphry, sad, unknown statesmen frown. And there ate lofty temples, rkh and crest. And at the fate, Carved tn obsidian, the Dons wait. And there rre palace homes, and stately walls. And open UsUs, Where fmntains are with volcele wsterfslls. The ruddy fire lacesssatly Illume Temple and tomb, And la their hhue the stone-wrnQght blossoms bloom. Trrwm clouds congealed the mercury dutilla 3 And forming nils, Adown the streets in double streamlet trilbv Aa rain from clouds that Summer skies eclipue, "rum turret tips And spire and porch tne mobile metal drips. No one that visited this fiery hive. ver alive Came ont, but me I, I alone survive. WAITING FOR THE MILLENNIUM. A Pransrlvam! Twh wills am lajlerestlMs; History Gewrge Rapp Ills Fe lie were The Be 1 1 (leal awe the TTerk eflhe Ilarwaoay Sexlety .nil liens ef .Tfeacv, sas a Ueirs. Correspondence Cincinnati Commercial. Harm ont. Pa., August 1, 1?H2. Wandering about this pleasant rural village, I came across an in closure of about one-third of an acre, surrounded by a costly wall of dressed freestone. In frout is a stone gateway. and over it, upon the graceful arch of marble, I read: II IKK 1CUHE.V 100 MITfiLIKDKK DKK HAK- MONIE UESKUSCHAJrT, UESTOK BEN VOX 1SG BIS ISIS. ICH WF.18S HAS HE IN r:tLOElt LKIIT, U.ND EB W1K1 HI CI I IIEKNACM Al IKU KIUK Al'KF.KWFCKF.N JOB XIX. &. This is followed by several other Scriptural passages, all iu the German language, but print ed iu English text. The gateway marks the entrance to tho graveyard of the Harmonists. Within the cemetery, nothing is to be seen, ex cept a luxuriaut growth of grass, and a few or namental shade trees of evergreen, covering the smooth earth. A11 are etpial in the grate," and only one of the hundred here buried has his grave marked by a stoue. This oue tablet would ! scarcely be noticed by a casual visitor. It leans 1 against the wall, and is nearly covered by the long grass. It is a rudely fashioned slab of, sandstone, and it is with difficulty we make out the German inscription, telling us that the stone was erected to tho memory of John Kapp, who died in 112. An old resident says the stone was made by mrmlers of the Harmony Society, for the grave of John Kapp, George t Uapp's sou, but without the father's knowledge; j but when he learned of it, he forbade them to' dace it ut the head of the grave. For years, it ay face downward orer the spot where rest the ' remaius of young 1'app, nntil it was placed 1 where It now lies. Harmony has a picturesque situation amid j nueneasing Creek, iu Butler County. The towu has a romantic history. This the traveller, who reaches it upon tho Pittsburg A. Western Kail road, after a brief ride from 1'ittsburg, would scarcely conjecture, bnt he would not fail to note somethiug odd in the make-up, so peculiar and unfamiliar as to make him wonder whether ho could really be in an American village. All of the streets are narrow, and the public niuaro is ridiculously small. The building, too, have an antiuue appearance which would seem to in dicate that they belong to auother age and an other time. And so they do. The five or six hundred Pennsylvania Dutch residents of this little borough, are not the descendants of its founders. But lefus begin at the begiuulug. The Harmonists hae leeit much written about, and much slandered. Kven the satiritt, Byrou, has had a fling at them In one of his well known poems: "When Kapp, the llarmttnist, embargoed marriage," Xr. But I can not learn that they have ever done any great wrung, unless it be wroug for jteople to beeeine religious enthusiasts. There was a peculiar state of religious feel ing in Germany, in the latter part of the eight eenth century. Kven the Established Church was impregnated with" unorthodox tendencies. Rationalism pervaded all beliefs. The Pietists and the Separatists, both reformers, became widely separated in their faith. Hostility to the f rowing faithlessness of the age led many be ieversto make diligent studies of the Scrip tares, in order that they might refute the argu ments of their adversaries. Speculation ever begets theories, and theories make enthusiasts. One ontgrowth of this era of investigation was the Millennarian doctrine. By a believer iu this doctrine, the Harmony Society was formed, and by him the town of Harmony was founded. George Kapp, the son of a fanner, was born in Wnrtembnrg, in 17.17. Ho received only such school training as is usual with people of his class. In l?Kt, he married a girl of his own rank iu life, who became the. mother of two children, a son and a daughter. At an early age, Kapp turned his attention to the study of the Bible. At the age of thirty, not finding In the religion of the Established Church the spir itual satisfaction he craved, he himself began preaching to small andiences of his friends. He at once enconntcred a foe In the clergy, but, de spite their denunciation of him and his work, tne number of his adherent steadily increased until, at the time of their emigration to Ameri ca, they nnndiered about three hundred fami lies. Though Rapp urged npon his followers the necessity of a strict obedience to all laws, both of Church and State, yet the clergy so in cited the civil authorities against him, that at length those who were proven guilty of attend in l.; mf ine- were either fined or imurisoucd. There was even talk of procuring a decree of banishment. Therefore, to escape persecution, In 1P03 Kapp aud his band decided to seek an asylum in America. He came to the wilds of Western Pennsylvania, and purchased about five thousand acres of land for his colony. In the spring or ihjj, turee nnnured 01 ins people embarked for America, ami subsequently ahnnt the same 11 n ruber took nassaze on anoth er vessel. IUpp met the first party In Balti more, Saw tne Jtcojtie iocsicu iur 1110 wiuicf 111 various parts of the country, and with a select ed party of workmen, returned to bis lands, to irepare homes. This was a new work to them, Pennine-In the primitive forest and bnildfne log houses. Humble as the work and the life of the pioneer may seetnvrei mere is an eieroeni 01 heroism in ms 1011. ine, winter was one m moor and hardship. Bnt the following February (1HJ5) the homes were ready. Theemie-rnnt. before leavinz Germany, bad embraced some peculiar views, which they be lieved were taught In the New Testament. Most of them were disposed to organize npon the principle of eommnnity of goods, and ae eonlinvlr. nn the lUth of February. IS0G. Georie Kapp and his associates, with as many of their seal U ret 1 101 lowers as coum meu o Kmtiru together, proceeded to organize the Harmony Society. Up to this time, each family bad held its own possessions, and paid its own ex penses; now those who had wealth and those who had little added their property to the com Dion fond. Now they aimed at equality in all ihlne-a: a uniform style of dress was adopted. the houses were made as nearly alike aa possi ble, and the Society bart tne religions ireeaom wMi1i It snnefit- Bat one can not fancy that their atay here was a pleasant one. The few scattering settlers arouod looked with suspicion opon the peculiar people who bad come among them. Stories got abroad to the injury of their credit. It was once rnmored that on account of the withdraw al of several wealthy members, the Society was on the verge of bankruptcy. Pittsburg mer chants refused to sell to the community on t'm It wsjt a Trf-riod of trial for the Har monists, but trne German pluck, and the wise leadership 01 mcir "prownei, pim . Father Kapp, enabled them soon, not ooly to prod ace food and abundant supplies at home, bat also to derive considerable revenue from their oarplus products. Lacky for them that tbey did not sit down idly and wait for the millennium, which they believed to be near at bndI . . .. Five years after their organization, the Har monists numbered between seven and eight hun dred persons; they have a church, a carding mill, factories, distilleries, a grist-mill, tannery, Ac, and two thousand acres of land under cul tivation. Their smiths and artisans not only perform all necessary work for the. community, bnt receive much comfort from the surrounding yttwints A writer who visited them In 1810. draws a rose-colored picture of the state of things In the Society. Says he: "They have done more substantial good fur this country in the short period of five years, than the same number of families scattered abont the country have done in fifty. They know no mercenary motive, no self-inter est, except that which adds to the interest and happioesa of the whole community. All are equally industrious, for an idler has ro compan ion. All attend tho place of worship twice on each Sabbath. They also have ser mons twice each week. The children are kept at school from six to fourteeu, and then are put to such trades as they may choose. Sometime nearly the whole force of the Society, male and female, are put to one object such as pulling rlax, reaping, hoeing corn, Ac. so that the la bor of a hundred-acre field is accomplished in a day or two. In fact, all seems to go on like clockwork, and all appeared to be contented and happy. Fonr years after the above glowing account was written, the community decided to leave Harmony, thinking that their business interests would b tottered, if they could get nearer nar igation. In 115, they moved to the Wabash Valley, In Indiana, and there founded a town and called it Kew Harmony. Not being pleased with that climate or their neighlior, after ten years in Indiana, they again sold out, returned to Pennsylvania, built the town of Economy, on the Ohio Kiver, where all that is left of the So ciety still exists. Harmony, as left by the community in 1S15, is described by old residents as con ni ting of fully as many houses as at present, but the cab ins, of round logs with thatched roofs of straw, have given way to modern structure. The large barns and granaries have alw disappeared. Nine or ten brick buildings which were ehiedy factories, workshops, pr storehouses, are still standing in an excellent state of preservation. Some have been re mod-led and modernized, but a few are unchanged externally. The buildings are of substantial masonry, with lofty, gable! roofs. Under two of them are cellars, vrith arches and vaults of elaborate construction, such as it would cost thousands to build. In the stone casing over the doorw ay of one of these old houses is a carved figure with wings tho "Angel of Peace." The features of the angel are said to be those of George Kapp, The large brick church near the centre of tne village, now belonging to the Kefomied congregation, was also erected by the Harmonists. The town clock, in its tolfry, was made by band, and is of curious mechan ism, with stone weights. It ran over sixty years, bnt has recently 'Mopped short n A very little repairing only is necessary to make it go again. Just east of the village, across the creek, is a little hill, in whose rocky sides terraces have been dng, and walls built. On the sunny slope of this elevatien was the iueard of the eom mnnity, and on top of the hill lather Kapp had his observatory. Here he sat, hours and hour, iu a little summer-house, gazing up and down the valley, watching his thrifty farmers ut their work, or listening to the hum of the va tied indnxtries of the illage. It is said that 1m was lino, but kind. His people loted and trusted him; his word was law, and from his decisions there was no appeal. Though 111 his utterances from the pulpit he may not hae hes itated To deal damnation nsiml the land thi each bejudgrtl the tor." Among his followers he exerrited his authority in a true paternal spirit. Tim millennium he awaited came not. Eat her Kapp lied until 1?-I7, and died, being almost ninety. His work was, in some seuse, a remarkable one Had Iiw toen ambitions, doubtless he might have Iwr n distinguished as the founder of a now sect. But he seemed only to think and care for the littlo band that followetl bitu from Germany. In religion and In social life the HannonitU mnrh resembled the Shakers, only with this difference tho Harmonists had more social pleasures. They were fond of niuic, and culti vated it assiduously. In church, their singing was conducted by the whoIe congregation, led by a skillful choir. The entire community was divided into cIasM.s. Each cla.v met ouce a week for social intercourseaiid mutual improve? nieiit. and aimed, as far as poVihle. to settle small dispute aud difficulties, among the tuein tors. Father Kapp met with the clashes as of ten ns possible, to instruct aud to advise They all fared aliLe. ate good food, and were mi wisii abstemious. Beer and wine were not forbidden articles, though tohacto was gUen upasuhiii d ranee to holiness. In lfOT, under the intlueiier of a strong relig ious revival, the meuitors of th Society abjured matrimony, (relieving that in cilibacy they could totter attain that holim and perfection which they desired, aud to prepared for the higher spiritual life upon which they soon x pected to enter, at the coming of the Ijord. Thenceforth there was no more marrying, aud those who were married no longer lived togeth eras man and wife. The statement that Itapp killed his son John because he refused to to sep arated from his wife is oue of the malicious slanders which have lieen circulated concerning these people. We have the testimony of thosn who are well informed iu the matter, that John Kapp's death resulted from natural canses, fivo years after the community ') iteil celibaev. In I'd?, atout one-third of thememtorsof the Society withdrew themselves, aud joined a err tain self-styled Count Ie Ieou, who formed the "New Philadelphia Society. There havo toen no births in the Society for many years, and death has toen busy. Few in numtors, and every male member of the Society now past tho allotted three score years and ten, the remnant of this people lingers at Economy. They own property valued at millions of dollars. Their temporal labor, 1 1 least, have toen blest. But ther have no heirs, anil should the last one di ere tho long-awaited millennial jteriisl comes, what is to become of this vast wealfh f Unless those of the Society who now sun ive makn pro vision for disosing of the projierty t some charitable organization, or devote it to some similar use, at their decease, all this great estate will tocomn the property of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. She, doubtless, can spend it. r.UAKI.V WHEBFS HITT? A brats m Msfsls's Asilsss laqalry ml him First uiscassieu vviia Jean;ia. Wonder if Mr. Kotort It. Hilt, who was nom inated for Congress by the Convention at Free port yesterday, ever recalls to mind an incident that occurred in that city twenty-four years ago, in which he was a somewhat conspicuous figure If not we can refresh bis memory, having been there and then present. In that memorable series of joint public dis cussions, in li, between Abraham -Liiioolii ami niepneu A. ifougia, which urm uruuxiu in) former out to the notice of the entire country, Mr. Hilt, who was then a mere boy, w at Mr. Lincoln's short-baud reporter, taking dowu all his ieeche verbatim for publication Jointly with those of Mr. Douglas, who was also accom panied by a short-hand reporter in that grand tour of the State. The scries of debates coniiit ed of eight joint meetings at central localities In difiereut portions of the State, aud larger meet ings than those were have never been witnessed in Illinois. The first meeting at which the leading cham pions of Republicanism ami Democracy disenss nl tbe great political questions which were at that time agitating the country was at Ottawa the second at Freeport. The city of Freeport was literally alive with people: the friends of the great disputants vying with each other to see which conld turn out the larger number. The meeting was oat of doors, in au open field, in the center of which a speaker staud had lieen constructed. The day was piping hot. Mr. Lincoln was to make the opening fiech at 230 o'clock, sharp. That hour arrived, tbe baud ceased playing, both of the speakers were seated on the platform, surrounded by reporter aud a score of prominent Illinois, Wisconsin and Iowa politicians. All eyes were turned toward Mr. Lincoln, who was momentarily expected to rise and begin. The writer of this was sitting near him and noticed that something was wrong. Mr. Lincoln sat uneasily In his chair, moving about nervously and looking eagerly aronnbon the platform and those surrounding it, and then, instead of opening his speech, be called out! "Where's Ilittf Ihxa anybody know where Hittisr The spectacle excited laaghter among those who did not know about Hit, but Mr. Lincoln's immediate friends and the reporters, who under stood how Important a part of "the -circus Hilt was, appreciated Mr. Lincoln's perplexity. He did not wish to commence bis speech until hi short-hand reiMrtr was on hand to take down bis every word. Hitt was that 'short-hand re norter. bat he was mfssluz. After waititiz anx iously for about five minutes, Mr. Lincoln was finally informed that "Hitt was coining," ami IOC lODg, 1UIU IKQ Ut UDivciuviitSM vuaiuf'uu lost its look of anxiety. Hitt, out of breath, wuhastilr lifted to his nlare on the platform. and Mr. Lincoln, knowing that Hitt was there, proceeded to open the debate, making the most telling speech of the campaign. Tbe explanation was that young Bob Hitt, who bad been at dinner at the house of a friend, came to the scene of operations a' little late, ninth to hia chaerin. Years aabsenaentlv. the newspaper correspondent and reporters who bad accoaipaoled "the circus, aa that point de bate was called, whenever they met Bob, ex claimed, "Where's Hill r ui 11111 was xaere, and be was there yesterday, too, and we predict that daring the session of the next Cougress the people of the Sixth Diftrict will never have oc casion to ask, "Where's HittT He will be there, sore, aod will be found to be as faithfal ana intelligent; a uepreseDiauvoswi wti-j a seat in tne House. ivIsnAte-nnenllr known, savs the Philadel phia Prw, that Mr. Joseph Sailer, who has re eently retired from tbe financial editorship ot th Philsilelohia Ledger, ww not only the oldest editor in that position in this country, bnt the first to write a regular money article for any daily paper, as toe tagtr -wan mo urk m - count iy to print amonrj aibic.v. A loujuci baby in Lee County; Georgia "wa4 found the other uay wun a largo """"! coiled around it. On toiDgdUcovered : thesnalc I I nn coiled Itself ami was immemawiy jui. ..& - tTA. te