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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, SEPTEMBER 10, 1881.
THE BOSUN'S SONG.
You may talk of your prima donnas
"Who move vast crowds to tears,
You may talk of the song of the woodland birds
And the music of the spheres;
But I've listened to sweeter music
Than ever you have heard
Prom throat of man or woman,
From angel or from bird.
Yet the singer was Pipes the bosun,
And it never before was known,
Though he hummed a sea song now and then,
That his voice had a musical tone.
"We'd been cruising in the West Indies
For many a weary day,
"With nothing to do but think of home
And loved ones far away
Of sweethearts, wives, and little ones
That we might ne'er sec more;
For hurricanes were rife at sea,
And Yellow Jack on shore.
"We hnd dropped in at Samana Bay,
And were waiting quietly there
For orders from the admiral
To go we knew not where.
But we'd laid two weeks at anchor
Under a broiling sun,
Listlessly thinking that any change
Must needs be a better one ;
"When we sighted the flagship's tender.
Spelled her signals word by word,
But they only said, what we knew before.
"We've orders for you on board."
The orders came, and the captain
Glanced over them a while,
And then his weatherbeaten face
Grew bright with a joyous smile.
He called the first lieutenant
And whispered a word in his ear,
And then we saw the same glad smile
On the first lutf's face appear;
As he told the bosun to man the bars
And station his minions three,
But he whispered something else to Pipes
That made him grin with glee.
At length the mates were stationed,
The call rang loud and clear,
And fore and aft the bosun's song
Was echoed with a cheer.
For little you know you landsmen.
Who never are called to roam
How sweet were the words the bosun sung:
"All hands, up anchor for home ! "
Caspar Schencl; U. S. X., in United Service.
THREE REVOLVER SHOTS.
Naturally, considering the nature of my call- j
ing, I have been always particularly attracted by j
the scores of stories not, I am inclined to think, !
always based upon actual occurrences which tell
of the ingenious plots contrived by scoundrels to
gain possession of other people's jewels, especially
diamonds. In many cases such stories are, of
course, but pure fiction. But as to those which
profess to narrate facts, whether plain or colored,
I have only too much reason, from personal ex
perience, to suspect that the real owners of jewels j
have, very often, more to do with their disap-
pearance than easily imagined brigands, swindlers
or thieves. Nevertheless, there is enough sub-
stratum of truth to make even purely invented j
stories of this kind probable. Mine is not an in
vented story: but my reason for telling it is not
so much its truth as its supremely extraordinary
character. Its like, in any single detail, never
happened to anybody else in the world. Were it
not for this, I would assuredly refrain from add
ing to the pile of jewel stories in which some J
jewelers agent plays the part ol Hero or victim. prove important that I should see her; and cer
For I was myself agent to a great firm of iewelers 1 tainly no possible harm could come of my seeing
in London I need not say to whom when there ' her in a large and crowded hotel,
happened to myself that terrible experience, ter- " Mademoiselle waits in the salon;' said the
rible almost beyond the power of words to de- !
scribe, which I am, for the first time in my life,
about to try to tell in words. i
I remember, as if it were yesterdaj', how one
of our partners called me into his private room
and said to me :
"Moms, I must ask you to be good enough to
start for Paris this very evening that is to say,
by the very first possible train. You know that
parure of the Princess Mouranov that we had
put into new settings?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, you know the Princess as a customer;
she is rather flighty, but she's too big a gun for j
ns to disregard her whims. The parure is just
out of hand, and was to have been delivered to j
her in Portland Place to-morrow morning; but j
it's just like her she's taken it into her head to
set off on a voyage to America, and an hour after
she took the whim into her head she was off, so
I hear. It's just like her, anyhow. I believe
she goes to Patagonia, where her diamonds that
is to say, her parure she thinks, will be indis
pensable to her. I shouldn't have thought so
myself, but I suppose she knows. Anyhow, she's
going to spend the whole of to-morrow in Paris,
and her diamonds must be delivered to her there
and paid for you understand. If we don't de
liver the parure she'll never forgive us ; and if !
she doesn't pay before going off heaven knows !
where why, we shall never forgive ourselves,
You'll have to be sharp, for it doesn't follow that
she'll stay in Paris a whole day because she says
8he will, and you'd better avoid having to follow
.her if you possibly can.
"Naturally! Where is Madame to be found?"
"At a place called Les Bosquets. It's outside
Paris: but here's the address written down. 1
nieedn't tell you to be cautious "
" Why ? " asked I. " It all seems simple enough.
I've only got to give the parure to the Princess
into her own hands, of course, receive the money,
pve and take a receipt, and' come away. There
-will be no difficulty about the Princess's money,
"No. But, don't you see, I'm afraid you're still
a trifle young, Morris. Those Mouranov dia
monds are as well known to all the diamond
hunters in Europe and they swarm abroad as
they are to me. Better than they are to you, by
a long way. By some means or other, you may.
take your oath, one of those gentry will know you
to have the charge of them. It's no good taking
precautions against that; they'll know all the
same, and precautious are only a way of putting
people on the trail. Take care you go to the
right house, my friend. Take care you see the
right lady. Don't eat and don't drink, however
much you maybe pressed, till you're safe back at
your hotel. Don't shut your eyes till it's all over.
If a strange woman speak to you, cut her dead ;
if a strange man, knock him down. And "
" Well, what else? But Fll take care of myself,
"You're an unusually handsome man, you
know," said he, with a wink and a knowing
smile, " and, I suppose, like all handsome men,
you're a bit of a lady killer without mean
ing it, you know. A nod's as good as a wink, you
know; and you're not a blind horse, whatever
you may be. Paris is a lively place, you know,
for a man of your make, with diamonds next his
heart worth thousands of pounds. It isn't the
men I'm afraid of in your case; it's the women."
Every man likes that sort of chaff; and I was
really weak enough in those days to take an
especial pride in what I could not help knowing
to be my personal advantages. So I was in the
best temper as I answered, modestly :
" "Well, sir, nobody knows everything about all
women ; but I do think I know enough about a
few to guess a good deal about what the rest may
be up to. I don't think I'm likely to be come over
that way. And I should think this little fellow,"
I added, showing him a new revolver, " will be
enough for common odds, not in petticoats."
" Don't put yourself in a position that'll oblige
you to use it," said my employer. "And you
won't, if you keep clear of the common odds in
petticoats, you know. I must be off now. Call
at my house for the parure in an hour."
Full of confidence in my own resources, proud
of the trust that had. been placed in me, and alto
gether in a well-satisfied and fearless frame of
mind, I started with the Mouranov parure by the
very next train for Dover. The magnificent par
ure was safely packed by my employer himself
before my own eyes, and I placed the packet se
curely in a case which I fastened around my neck
and waist under my clothes with a couple of light
but strong steel chains. In effect, the parure was
absolutely safe from secret theft effectually from
any violence short of downright murder. I had
bidden my mother and sisters a hurried good-by,
without telling even them of the valuable charge
I carried about me. And I arrived at one of the
first hotels in Paris without the smallest advent
ure of any sort or kind. To imagine that any of
the fraternity of diamond hunters, male or female,
had. been watching my journey or could even be
aware of it, was simply absurd. To all with whom
I came into any slight contact en route I must
have been an ordinary Englishman, making an
ordinary trip to Paris nothing more. And, for
that matter, except with booking clerks and so
forth, I don't think I had exchanged a word with
a fellow-creature all the way. That I had never
once closed my eyes, I know.
I had just ordered some refreshments after my
journey before proceeding to Les Bosquets,
"Monsieur Alfred Morris, from London?"
asked one of the waiters.
"Yes," said I, though wondering how my name
could possibly be known to him, seeing that I
had but just arrived, and had not even written
my name in the list of persons staying at tlo
10tel. Was my "Yes" a piece of imprudence?
I hardly know to this hour.
"A young lady," he said in English, "has been
waiting for one hour to see Monsieur."
A young lady in Paris waiting to see me!
What could that mean ? My employer's warn
ing came instinctively to my mind. But I could
not very well refuse to see her
indeed, it might
waiter. So to the salon I went, more curious than
anxious about who the young lady might be who j
expected me in Paris, and who knew my name '
blie was a stranger, a young r French woman, . Everything was all right, of course; and yet I
rather pretty and exceedingly well dressed, and ! could not help wishing that the Princess Mou
yet with something about her that showed she j ranov had received me at Les Bosquets by the
did not wholly belong to the beau monde, if that i light of at least one candle, if not of day. And
be the right term to use, for I don't pretend to j though I was but a tradesman's employee, common
be a French scholar. ; French courtesy should not have kept me quite so
" Monsieur Alfred Morris, from London ? " j long waiting for a light, even though a fine lady
asked she, in precisely the same words as the might not be ready to see me the very instant I
waiter, but with a voice and accent which made j
the words sound very different indeed, and the !
girl herself looked really instead of only passably
pretty. Indeed, hers Avas one of the very sweetest
voices I had ever heard.
"At your service, Mademoiselle, said I with a
She smiled; and her smile was very sweet in
deed. "I am truly fortunate," she said. " I was
beginning to fear you would never come."
"And may I ask, Mademoiselle, with whom "
"Assuredly, Monsieur. I am Mademoiselle
Lenoir, principal Demoiselle de Chamhre of
Madame la Princesse de Mouranov "
"Ah!" sighed I, a little disappointed. It was
no adventure, then only the affair of the parure,
after all. Still well
that was perhaps all the better. Adventures, till
the receipts are exchanged, would certainly be
mal a projios.
" Yes ; of Madame la Princesse de Mouranov,"
repeated she. "I am in all the confidence of
Madame's toilet you comprehend?"
She was speaking in very good English, with
an accent that improved my native language, it
seemed to me. "Madame received a telegram
from London, from your firm, saying you would
be here to-day. It was a careful telegram, Mon
sieur and that was well. It is not prudent to let
all the world know what you carry without
doubt nearest to your heart, Monsieur ! Have I
j not reason I? But Madame has changed her
j plans that is the habitude of Madame. I always
i know what Madame will not do next, for it is
j always what she shall not say. She was for
I America last night; to-day she is for Biarritz.
I But she will want the pa the affair Monsieur
knows of all the same all the more. Even so,
she was going to Les Bosquets ; in fine, she is not
at Les Bosquets, but at the Villa Stefania, her
own little house where she goes to be alone. Ah,
Madame will love to be alone at times some
times for one whole half hour, Monsieur ! But
she must have the parure on the instant, and in
her own hands, so I come from Madame myself
to conduct you to Villa Stefania without delay."
All this was fully in accord with all that I had
ever heard of the eccentric restlessness of this
great Russian lady, nor had 1 the faintest reason,
alter hearing of the telegram from my employers,
to doubt the simple good faith of so pretty and
altogether attractive a young lady as Mademoi
selle Lenoir. Still there was one obvious pre
caution that I ought to take, and did take it ; for
I wish to make it absolutely clear that I acted in
all respects as the most prudent of men could
"Mademoiselle will permit me to ask," said I,
" simply as a matter of business form, if she has
the written authority ."
"Of Madame la Princesse? Assuredly," said
she, with a bright smile. " It is good to treat with
a Monsieur of the prudence of Monsieur!" She
handed me at once a little sealed note, perfumed
and gracefully written, that 'ran as follows:
Villa Stefania, January 12.
Monsieur Alfred Morris, on the part of Messrs.
, will have the goodness to accompany the
bearer, Mademoiselle Lenoir, to the "Villa Stefania,
without any delay, there to execute the commis
sion with which he is charged.
Stephanie de Mouranov.
I have that note still, to remind me of. But
the end is not yet come. Suffice it that doubt,
under the circumstances, never entered my mind;
nor, I dare to swear, would it have entered the
reader's, had he to judge before the event, as I
had to do.
I found Mademoiselle Lenoir an exceedingly
pleasant companion on the way to Villa Stefania,
which fancifully-named residence we reached in
about an hour and a half, partly by rail and
partly en voiture. I supposed it some eccentricity
on the part of the Princesse that she did not, as
she certainly might have done, send a carriage to
convey us the whole way. Perhaps she was one
of those people who take a pleasure in little mys
teries and pointless conspiracies. Mademoiselle
Lenoir talked the whole time about all sorts of
things and places, and I found her sympathetic,
intelligent, and singularly well informed, as well
as charming. I even began to flatter myself that
I had made a by no means unsatisfactory impres
sion upon Mademoiselle.
Villa Stefania, where we arrived after dark
ness had fallen, I could not very distinctly see;
but I made out that it was a small house,
probably not long built, standing alone and apart
from all other dwellings in a sort of shrubbery,
and approached through a tiny court past the
lodge of the concierge. We were at once ad
mitted, without any ringing or waiting. Made
moiselle conducted me up a staircase and along
a passage, both scarcely half lighted, into a room
so dark that I could scarcely see where I was, or
anything at all.
" Imbeciles ! " cried Mademoiselle Lenoir. " Xot
a light in the salon, not even a candle ! That is
how one is served when one has twenty servants,
Monsieur, each with his duties ; we must have a
twenty-first to do nothing but see that the sconces
shall not be empty in the salon unless, perhaps,
it shall be some fancy of Madame for nobody to
know you are here. I will see. Monsieur is a
brave man? He is not afaid of being left alone
in the dark till Madame shall arrive ? It will
be in a moment, Monsieur. Madame is anxious,
very anxio,c tnr the "
I thougl i '. .., asked to wait in pitch
darkness a it I could only sa-:
"It is n L' nee I believed in Bog',
xv oiiaix iiul
be long." And she was
gone, closing the door behind her, if my ears told
Without believing in Bogy, it is not a pleasant
thing to be left alone in a strange room in the
dark, all the same: fancies will come into one's
head, especially when the seconds grow into
minutes without counting themselves on a visible
watch-face, and when one has on one's person
diamonds worth many thousands of pounds. I
arrived. I felt my way to a very comfortable
sofa, on which I sat down, and waited on, waxing
impatient, and feeling rather like a prisoner con
demned to the dark cell. Manners forbade me
to doze or whistle, and
But impatience was soon to change into some
Was that sound of voices in the room or no ? I
If not in the room, close to the room it must have j
been, for I heard them plainly sometimes dark
ness itself will strangely sharpen our ears, and
there are certain words which once heard sharpen
them yet more keenly.
I heard three A-oices. One was Mademoiselle
Lenoir's. One Avas a strange woman's. The third
Avas a man's.
said the last, so
sloAvly, in the German manner, that they brought
their whole significance home to my dull British j
" But for the rest," said Mademoiselle Lenoir,
" Avhat ought one to do ? " If he goes back to Eng
land" " He must not go back to England," said the
A-oice of the other Avoman it Avas singularly cold,
firm, and clear. "He must not leave France;
he must not leave Paris till avc are safely gone.
Those diamonds "
" If the Avorst comes to the Avorst," said the man,
" what then ? We are man to man. If he does
not behave himself he Avill have to reckon Avith
me. These things are awkward, because of the
police. But "
"HeAvill not resist," said Mademoiselle Lenoir.
"And if he does"
I thought I heard a sigh, so sharp had my ears
grown. But from whom came the sigh ? Whether
from Mademoiselle Lenoir or that other Avoman I
could not tell.
" If he does," said the man, " be it on his own
head, Avhatever comes. You understand me, my
friend. I do not like too much blood; but if
there be resistance, there must be Avhat there
must be. He must not trace the diamonds, nor
It had all passed through my ears to my sink
ing heart long ago. Fool that I had been to listen
to a Avoman's story, however plausible it might
seem ! Some plot, invented and carried out with
fiendish cunning, had brought me into a den
of robbery and murder. I was to wait for death
in that lonely house and that horrible dark
What, in the name of heaven, in the name of
desperate helplessness, was I to do? The voices-'
grew confused, then ceased altogether. I was
alone. Nobody knew me in Paris ; nobody would
miss me there. If I did not return, my employ
ers would set me down as having run off with
the jewels; my mother and sisters themselves
would believe me guilty and break their hearts
and starve. Could I escape from the house? Im
possible through unknown passages and a locked
Instinctively I felt for my revolver, useless as
it must be in a dark room. The murderer or
murderers, knowing the premises, could be upon
me at any moment and have me down before I
could know of their approach; and one must
have some faint light for an aim. I had known
that all sorts of atrocities are even more common
in Paris than in London; but how could I dream
that such a doom as this, all for believing in the
smooth tongue of a pretty servant, would ever be
mine? I say I felt for my revolver, though
knowing all the while how vain a toy it would
be now. A knife for close quarters would have
been ten times its value; and that, too, would
have been vain. I don't think myself less brave
than other men, yet I could not help a groan of
despair at the thought that I was about to be
murdered so helplessly, so hopelessly. How soon
would it be ?
I drew out my revolver, and in doing so a little
fusee-box, with a few wax matches in it, fell on
the floor. One moment's light would be some
thing, though the last gleam I was ever to see.
I groped for the box, found it at my feet, and
struck one of the matches. Heaven ! what met
my eyes? The gleam of flame had. indeed, come
not a moment too soon.
front of me, coming toward me
through an open door, was as evil looking a ruf
fian as I had ever seen ; a murderous ruffian, if
ever there was one, hideously livid, and with eyes
that glared toward mine. Thank heaven for that
one gleam of light! It might be enough for a
straight aim. No time must be lost I am
no fighting man, heaven knows. But I fired.
For a moment the smoke clouded my eyes.
But I heard a cry. The flame from my match
had not wholly died. And by its light I saw
great heavens! I had not one murderer to deal
with. A whole gang of brigands were upon me
and my diamonds. What was to be done?
Five more brigands at least were there. Well,
I dared not pray for so hopeless a thing as life ;
but I would at least be true to my trust, and sell
it dearly. My name, my honor might yet be
saved. First to right, then to left, I fired, and
fired again twice three times.
And then the match went out, and left me to
the mercy of the robbers and cut-throats into
whose hands I had been drawn by a woman's
Suddenly a blaze of light filled the room, so
bright that my eyes, till now blinded by dark
ness, were more blinded still.
" What madman is here ? " cried 'a woman's
voice that other woman's, not Mademoiselle
Lenoir's. "0! O! O! My poor, dear, beautiful
boudoir! Send for the gen d'armes!"
Was I alive? I suppose so, since I could still
hear and see. And how can I describe the scene
that I beheld?
I was in an elegantly furnished room. On my
left hand, with clasped hands, gazing at me with
a face full of amazement, was Mademoiselle Le
noir. On my right, looking on me Avith looks of
mingled anger, despair, and terror, was a hand-
some lady, who resembled a queen of tragedy.
"0 Amelia!" cried the latter.
"0 Madame la Princesse!" echoed Mademoi
"My favorite clock," moaned the right-hand
"And three whole mir " Mademoiselle was
beginning, when I felt my arms grasped tightly
behind my back, and a man's stern voice in my
" Who are you ? Are you madman or brigand ?
What does this mean ? Who are you that make
havoc with the boudoir of Madame la Princesse
de Mouranov ? Who, I say ? "
I must confess it at last! I am a little near
sighted, and, by the dim light of a match, had
mistaken the sixfold reflection of myself in the
panels of an octagonal room, lined with
mirrors, for a band of murderers.
And that talk of death and diamonds behind
the wall? Well, as I learned afterward, the
Princess Mouranov Avas, as it
seemed half the !
Avorld kueAv, busily occupied in flying from the
pursuit of a husband from Avhom she Avas trying
to keep not only herself, but her famous diamonds,
ner eccentric movements had baffled him for
long ; but the temporary sojourn of her parure
Avith our firm had nearly put him on the traces.
Read the talk by the light of this, and you Avill
understand even the big talk of Madame's last
champion, a German baron avIio did meet the
Prince in mortal fight Avith swords, and came
off second best, Avith a gash that Avent through
his sword arm. Who has got the diamonds uoav
I neither know nor care.
But as for revolvers Avell, if you must keep
such aAvkAvard things at all, you can't spend three
shots from one better than in obeying the precept,
Brise le miroir iniidele
Qui vous cache la verite.
Smash every looking-glass, Avhether it tells you
you are a murderer, or Avhether, as is more corn-
mon, it tells you, as my own once upon a time
used to tell me, that I Avas a handsome as well as a
near-sighted man. Alas, since that terrible night
no looking-glass dares to tell me that I am hand
some any more; for I never saw an uglier ruffian
in my life than my own double seen by the light
of that fusee. Zonrfon Society.
The story of human life, Avith its lights and
shadows, its strength and Aveakness, will be an
interesting story so long as the human race shall
endure. Henry Vincent.
Pleasures are like poppies spread :
We nip the flower the bloom is fled ;
Or like the snow-flake on the river
A moment white, then gone brever. Burns.
Col. Morrow, of Niles, Mich., has a great curi
osity in the shape of a couple of drumsticks which
have a unique and wonderful history. They were
found by the side of a dead British drummer, at
the battle of Saratoga, in 1777. They were handed
over to a drummer in the Continental army, by
whom they were used during the remainder of
the Revolutionary war. A son of the American
owner was a drummer in the war of 1812, and was
with Gen. Jackson on the memorable 8th day of
January, 1815, when the British, under Packen
ham, sustained their terrible defeat at New Or
leans. These drumsticks beat "The Americans
to Arms," and were used to express the joy of the
victors after the battle was over. A grandson was
a drummer in Scott's army in the battles before
the City of Mexico, and these sticks were used at
the head of the column which made its triumphal
entry into the city. A great-grandson was a drum
mer in the Twenty-fourth Michigan Infantry, of
which Col. Morrow was the colonel, and these
drumsticks were used in the great war of the Re
bellion until 1864, when they came into the pos
session of their present owner. They were in the
hands of a Michigan drummer at the head of the
famous Iron Brigade, composed of Michigan, In
diana, and Wisconsin troops, in the grand review
in Washington at the close of the war. They
have played a wonderful part in the history of the
United States. They have sounded the reveille
and the retreat for four generations of American
soldiers. They are older than the present Gov
ernment. What was their history in the British
army we have no means of knowing. They may
have been with Marlborough at Blenheim, or it
is possible they sounded the death knell of the
pretensions of Prince Charles Edward to the
throne of England, on the fatal field of Culloden.
One of these sticks is made of camwood, the other
is of mahogany. These old drumsticks will be
placed in the hands of brave William Bullard,
one of the heroes of the Rebellion, and be used at
the Reunion of soldiers and sailors of Southwest
ern Michigan, at Buchanan, on the 25 inst. It
ought not to be difficult for the old soldiers to
keep step when the music of the Union is beaten
by a pair of drumsticks which have come down to
us from Burgoyne's defeat, more than a hundred
years ago. Niles Mirror.
RARE PRESENCE OF MIND.
It was during the siege of Wagner, and the
Union parallels were but a few hundred yards
away from the grim black tubes that ever and
anon "emboweled with outrageous noise the air,
disgorging feul their horrid glut of iron globes."
A line of abattis was to be built across a clear
space in point-blank range of the rebel gunners
and sharpshooters in front.
"Sergeant," says the officer in charge, "go pace
that opening and give me the distance as near as
Says the Sergeant (for we will let him tell the
rest of the story) :
"I started right off. When I got to the open
ing I put er like a ship in a gale of wind. What
with grape, canister, round-shot, shell, and a
regular bee's nest of rifle balls, I just think there
must have been a fearful drain of ammunition
on the Confederate government about that time.
I don't know how it was, but I didn't get so
much as a scratch, but I did get powerfully
scared. When I got under cover I couldn't er
told for the life of me whether it was a hundred
or a thousand paces. I should sooner er guessed
a hundred thousand.
"Says the Captain: 'Well Sergeant, what do
yon make it?'
"Soon's I could get my wind, says I, 'Give a
"He looks across the opening a second or two.
and then says: 'A hundred and seventy-five
"Thunder, Captain," says I, "you've made a
pretty close guess; it's just a hundred and seventy-one."
"And," concluded the Sergeant, after the laujrh
had subsided, " that's how I got my shoulder
straps." FATALITY OF MODERN WARFARE.
A comparison between the losses of armies in
the battles of the First Empire with those re
sulting from engagements Avhere improved fire
arms haA-e been employed Avill show humanita
rians that the old buck-and-ball cartridges, fired
from "Brown Bess," Avere much more deadly
than rifled cannon, needle-guns, and chassepots.
Sadowa 400,000 men engaged ; 33,000 killed
and Avounded ; about 8 per cent.
Marengo 53,000 combatants; number of killed
ail(1 wounded 13m' thjlt . 25 per cent.
Austerlitz Loss, 23,000 out of 170,000 ; over
13 per cent.
Jena 24,000 out of 280,000 combatants: nearly
9 per cent.
Borodino S0,000 killed and wounded out of
250,000 engaged; about 32 per cent. '
Leipzig 50,000 out of 450,000; between 11
and 12 per cent.
At Magenta the French lost 9 per cent, the
Austrians 10 per cent, of their forces. At Sol
ferina, Avhere the French alone used rifled can
non, their loss amounted to 13 per cent., while
the Austrians lost but 11 per cent.
It is estimated that nearly 2,000,000,000 pounds
of paper is produced annually, one-half of Avhich
is used in printing, a sixth for Avritiug, and the
remainder is coarse paper for packing and other
purposes. The United States alone- produces
yearly 100,000 tons of paper, averaging seventeen
pounds per head for its population. The English
man comes next, with about twelve pounds per
head; the educated German takes eight pounds,
the Frenchman seven pounds, Avhile the Italian.
Spaniard, and Russian take respectively three
pounds, one and one-half pounds, and one pound
annually, the consumption of paper being roughly
in proportion to the education and political
activity of the people.
THE GRAIN GAMBLERS,
The Cincinnati clique, represented in Chicago
by Truman Handy, closed its great wheat deal
August 30, and the clearing up has, it is believed,
shown a profit of $2,000,000.