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2 THE NATIONAL TKIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, NOVEMBER 19, 1881. UNRECONCILED. Old friend, true friend ! ft thousand leagues apart Walk we at lnM, who walked together long : I with my quiet life, and vexed, unquiet heart; Thou with thy shattered dreams, and sudden sense of wrong. A thousand leagues ay, and a thousand more ! No reckoning, no measurement, nor line, No stretch of countless miles on any sea or shore Can span the desert breadth between they life and mine. It is not that thy home is where the hills Wear on their shining slopes a flush of spring; Where the young cresses edge the May-day's leaping rills, And 'round the valley homes the robins nest and sing ; While mine is where the summer's fieree&t beam Burns hot across the river and the plain ; Where snowy sails all day along the waters gleam ; Where all day sweeps the breeze o'er miles of yellow ing grain. It is not that the blue sea's boundlessness Hath rolled between, and swept me from mine own : It was a blacker surge, more wild and pitiless, That flung me wrecked on this strange tropic shore alone. For thee to-day the pines' low music moans, The maples weave their lyrics on the hills; Faint on my hearing float the thousand blended tones Of tropic trees and birds, whose song the distance fills. Day after day thine evcr-restlcss feet Tread the old paths where mine are hushed for aye, I make new footprints down one quiet, crumbling htreet, At war with all its hush, and with my destiny. Severed so wide by mount, and wave, and plain, And by a sea whose waste no chart can show ! Oh, my once darling! we have worn many a chain; But of dividirig chains how could Love dream or know ? The Argosy. GERALD MYRTLRMOm ESCAPE, CHAPTER I. The ordinary routine of a country solicitor's life is very nearly as humdrum and monotonous as rumor says. Yet now and again, even in his case, the dead-level is hroken "by an exciting epi sode. Such was the one I wish to relate. Gerald Myrtlemore I had known from his in fancy; known and if the word may be used without ridicule by a crabbed old bachelor loved. At the time of my story he was a tall, handsome young fellow of seven -and -twenty, sturdy of limb and stout of heart. At his father's death, some five years previous, Gerald had come into possession of much property; but an unfor tunate speculation connected with the downfall of a certain bank, whose name has still an ugly flavor on men's lips, had well-nigh ruined him. His mother had married again, and was new in Italy. He had only one other near relative, a brother, who, being of a roving and scientific turn of mind, had gone with a party of British and continental savtns to explore the wilds of South America. Edgar was seldom heard from. Gerald lived alone with an old confidential house keeper in a neat little house called, after the vil lage, Ashdale Lodge. Here he was on the spot, looking after the wreck of his estate, and trying hard to bring order out of monetary chaos. He was lonely, and I was lonely ; and, moreover, as I was his chief assistant in the above-mentioned attempt, we were drawn much together. Of winter evenings possibly after a brisk: run with the Croxby hounds we sat in my home, and smoked and talked gossip and politics by the hour. Of late, however, I had noticed a change in him, and with the keen eye of a lawyer I tracked it to its cause : Gerald was in love. A terrible malady is that " tender passion." Of how many bosom friends and joviel companions it has robbed me during these last thirty years an out sider would have small idea, I know, for away in the archives of my memory I kept a list, a long and mournful catalogue. Gerald Myrtlemore was certainly in love. I had made a diagnosis of the disease far too often to be misled. His visits were less frequent, and he was almost always absent-minded when he did come. I remarked great extremes in his dress ; at one time he was wonderfully polished and precise, at another very lax. Then, too, I had caught him more than once in the streets of Ashdale talking very earnestly with Miss Tran ton, au arrangement in pink and white, with whose charms a good many young men seemed smitten. Naturally, I laughed at him, and equally, according to the rule, the laughing ag gravated the symptoms. I was sorry, though, for another reason beyond the purely selfish one of losing a blithe-eyed friend. A strong presenti ment of evil Tay upon me. Miss Tranton might conceivably be next door to an angel, but her father, Captain Tranton, of Hollies Hall, was best described as an avaricious autocrat. I knew him well : in official capacity I had many dealings with him, and had found his coldness only equaled by his pride, his inflexibility only over mastered by his greediness for gain. He had a certain reputation in the village as a money lender, a veritable extortioner; and although his dignity kept it a secret, I had ample reasons to believe its truth. Solicitors are not accustomed to trust much to chance, but I would have wag ered any day my whole professional reputation that Captain Tranton would never be brought to hear of a match between Gerald Myrtlemore and his daughter. In family, of course, Gerald was fully his equal : the Myrtlemores had been set tled in Brakeshire for more than three centuries. Bnt Gerald was poor and he was rich, and that alone the magnate of Hollies Hall would find to be an insuperable objection. As to the rebellion on the maiden's part, that, too, appeared unlikely. She was not of age hardly nineteen and wa.s ruled at home with a rod of iron. The increasing gloom on my friend's face, and the resentment against the grinding bond of straightened circumstances that now and again burst volcano-like through his ordinarily placid mood, gave new force to my vague dread of trouble. I made at least a bold bid for his secret. I offered him a sympathy that was genuine, and, recognizing it as such, Gerald told me the whole story. It was a dull leaden afternoon in early autumn, and the blinds were down in my cozy room, and the gas alight, the logs blazing. Gerald made no effort to seek the shade ; he was long past the period of blushing self-consciousness. He stood npright, to the left of the fireplace, his firm, white fingers grasping tightly a chair's back, his gray eyes seeking mine. I heard him to the end without an interruption ; a brief, concise avowal, wherein passion wore the dress of simple words. "Millicent and I have been acquainted for long," he said. "We have met often, and she seems to favor my advances. It is with her father that the difficulty threatens. You know Captain Tranton ? I think he begins to suspect." "Ah ! As yet, then, you have not definitely enlightened him?" "I have taken, up to this moment, no decisive step whatever ; but I shall." "And if he refuses?" "If he denies me his consent, and Milly is still favorable, I shall persevere." " She is Tranton's only child and a considerable heiress, no doubt," I said. "A marriage with her father's good will would set your estate in order again, and many people " "With a gleam of scorn he broke my carefully adjusted words asunder. "It is invariably money, filthy lucre!" he burst out. "The world has set up its idol a great golden Moloch ! " and everybody is in a hurry to bow down ; and the struggle is who shall succeed in making the deepest obeisance. You are a lawyer, Parke, and like the rest. I ought to have remembered that." "You will pardon me if I am a trifle less senti mental than a young gentleman in love," 1 re plied, with a smile. The storm was over, and the deep, ominous calm back again in an instant. Gerald could see the difficulties of the situation every whit as well as I, and it was the embarrassment they caused that had led to the tiny ebullition. " I apologize," he said, simply. " Of late I fear I've been scarcely civil many times. I am edging toward the Rubicon, and it worries me. Fate is against me; but I'll conquer yet;" and he be gan to stride slowly up and down the room. Nothing was to be gained by a blinking of the facts. "Millicent Trant'. is not of age; you are, comparatively speaidng, a poor suitor, and her father is both a rich and a hard man, Gerald," I said. He winced, but admitted at once my conclu sions. "You think Captain Tranton will say 'No!' in tones of thunder," he said, "unless the insolence of the proposition takes his breath away. I fear so, too ; but this discussion has at least quickened my resolve, and before many days have passed that question, at any rate, will be decided. I will first make quite sure of Milly (what a world of tenderness and trembling about the name) and then I will try her father. I am not exactly rich, as all Ashdale knows, since that crash, but I am a gentleman ; I have health, honor, and brains ; I can surelykeep a wife, and time will help to free what remains of the old property around the Lodge." " That is true," I said. Our conversation now took a fresh turn, and we sat late. I was searching my office pigeon-holes ' next morning for a missing document when nr iorV announced Captain Tr , - ru at More and he was before m ,:,! with an eye like a ha -- - ally hovering betweei returned my salutatk CTWJ -i man, ..it wntim7--hVra!gJlT ; armr hot. .. , ;-.-' I f 'til "- sat down. At first va0 j , xi num w&oeiauoii of thought, I wondered whether his errand had anything to do with my friend. I speedily found it had not. Captain Tranton was going North ; he had property beyond the Tweed, and wifehed my advice upon a plain matter of business, a dispute between a tenant and himself. Once again, and so far as a personal interview was concerned, for the last time, the ingrained selfish ness of the man's heart was revealed to me. I pitied the unknown Scotchman who had incurred his displeasure, and I made my advice of as mild a tenor as possible. He took notes of all I said in a little red-backed pocketbook, thanked me, and departed. It was then the 8th of October. " I shall be back on the 10th or 20th at least, Mr. Parke," he said, turning for an instant on the threshold ; " I will call at once and inform you of the result, if I do not have need to write." I bowed and returned his "Good morning." Half a dozen days later Gerald and I met at a dinner party at the rectory. Mrs. Tranton and her daughter were there also, for the Reverend Eustace Bronne was a bright and shining light in our social firmanent as well as in his oaken pulpit; hiB entertainmente were invariably well attended and select. Millicent was the belle of the evening. She found plenty of obsequious admirers, from the sleek-faced, little curate to the pompous old squire of the Manor House. I watched her this time keenly, critically, and gave my verdict in her favor. Her mother was a shy, pensive woman, wrho took but a languid interest even in the affairs of her own household, and who would no more have dreamed of defying her hus band in a trivial matter than in a great one, Mil- lioent exhibited in her vivacity a self-reliance and mild spirit of iuquiry. She was slight, but of a good figure; lovely to-night in a dress that both fitted her :uid was a tribute to good taste. She could sing and play as I had heard only one other country lassie do; and that was with quite old-fashioned songs thirty years ago. Once or twice that evening I fancied that signals passed between Millicent Tranton and Gerald Myrtle more, and after a certain episode behind a music look, a tell-tale blush reigned upon both faces. I was not surprised next evening, when sitting alone in my room, a copy of a enrrent review in my hand and comfort all around, to receive a visit from my friend. Gerald came in with as grave a step as ever, but there was as strango a compound of joy and anxiety upon his face as I had ever seen. He gave my ontstretched hand a grip in yilence, and took his old station to tho left of tho fire. " Fair htood the viml for Franco, I hummed. "Ah, Gerald, I don't know, I am sure, what has brought those words to my lips." "I have proved one chance, at any rate," he said, with beaming eyes, "and am on the straight road to the other." The light had dimmed again, perplexity wus paramount. "She, Millicent, has accepted you," 1 said. "Yes, subject to her father's consent" u You will try at once to obtain that?" "Immediately on his return from Scotland. But, old fellow, what if she is sent away in con sequence?" The same contingency had occurred to my own mind as a not Hnlikely one. "If she really cares for you, it is only a matter of years in any case," I answered; "you are both young, and time is on your side." For the next- hour, I verily believe, I listened to a chant in honor of a young lady who, accord ing to this wayward young man, possessed every possible grace and accomplishment, until to save time and the need of a new dictionary, I proposed that in future the phrase, " Miss Millicent Tran ton," should be understood by both of us as being synonymous with perfection, absolute, unlimited. As it happened, I was away on the day of Cap- taiu Tranton's return, and did not reach home till midnight. A terrible shock did it give me, a terrible sequel was it to the light-hearted banter I have just chronicled, to hear in the morning that the master of Hollies Hall had been shot in his own room, and that Gerald Myrtlemore, the suitor of his daughter, stood charged with the crime. To be continued. For The National Trihune. SHAVED BY A MADMAN. BY GRIP. "Why don't&ojtt go to a barber to get shaved?" v I asked of my friend, Tom Burney, as I sat one J day in his bachelor lodgings watching his convul sive efforts with a razor clutched between the thumb and only two remaining fingers of his left hand, a part of which and the whole of the right arm had been lost during the war "why don't you go to a barber?" "Wait till I get through with this scrape and 111 tell you," he replied, "and meantime make yourself comfortable. There's cigars and pipes on the mantel; help yourself." Tom and I had served together in the army ; in fact, were old chums, and so, lighting a fragrant Havana, I settled myself down comfortably on the sofa and watched his grimaces as they were reflected in the'large mirror, in front of which he was standing, meanwhile keeping up a running conversation on divers topics. At the end ofaearly half an hour, he had suc ceeded in removing the greater portion of his beard, together .with more or less of the epidermis from which it: sprouted, and, after bathing his face, donning his smoking jacket and setting his pipe a-go, put himself to rights in a large easy chair, and began : "Why don't I go to a barber? Well, I'll tell you. I camevery near going once too often. That's why. You see, Jack, after being discharged I was in a great hurry to get home, and took the first train from Washington, which left in less than an hour after T became a free man. Reach ing Williamsport alxmt ten at night, I found that an accident a ie,vr miles north of that place would detain the train for a couple of hours, at least, and, to while away the time, decided to stroll about the town. "Passing down one of the streets, I noticed a iu 5- lclil, !Ul itlV !i llill.. J J. and, ..v.- is it as, concluded to have the nearly a week V grovt th of bard taken an my face, so xkui U ttrrSpgJSiSfseatAbl?1 aptHaranoe on .?xt Jiy. K!)trin the , I muscular looking young man, of perhaps thirty years of age, who sat in one corner of the room stropping a razor. To my inquiry, if I could get shaved, he replied in the affirmative, and directed me to a chair, of which I at once took possession. " I paid no particular heed to his movements, although I remember thinking it a little strange that he should draw down the colored curtains hanging at the windows and door, the upper half of which was of glass, and when he came with cup and brush and commenced spreading the lather over my face, I barely noticed him. I was very tired, so that the large chair, with its head-rest J and cushioned bottom and arms, was a decided luxury. " Not a word passed between us (and that was the strangest fact of all, for barbers are generally voluble creatures, you know) until he had gone over one side of my phiz. Then he spoke rather abruptly : " I knew you were coming they told me so. I waited on purpose. The old man thinks I'm at home in bed. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ' and he gave a wild sort of laugh that sent the blood pulsing through my veins with a rapidity I was little used to. "'Who told you?' I asked, with an astonish ment but illy concealed. 'They! they! You know. They told me while I was asleep. Thev are always telling me something,' he rejdied. 'Who the devil are they I again queried.' 'The spirits see; there is one of them now. He is looking at you. He wants you and me!' he fairly hissed, as he made a sweep with his razor, and then brought his face down close to mine so close I could almost feel its warmth. So soon as I fairly caught a sight of his visage I realized what ailed him. He was as crazv as a June-bui' His eyes had a wild, maniacal glare I hatf. fre quently observed in those of patients in asylums for the insane. " What was I to do? If I cried out he might murder me at once. How could I stand him off or out-wit him, and regain the street? These ques tions were revolved rapidly in my mind while I instinctively sought to get out of my chair. But he was too quick for me. As I made the effort to lift myself up I was still quite weak from my wounds I felt a noose drop over my head and around my body, and which, instantly tightened as it was, bound my solitary arm to my side and my body firmly in the seat. 'They told me you would try to get away,' he cried, in a voice made hoarse with passion ' and I got this ' pointing to the rope that held me fast " Well, now, ojd comrade, 3ou know I've been in some tight places in my life, and when I had to look death pretty square in the face ; but I assure you I never got into a situation that caused me to feel the fear that one did. "When he had secured the rope beyond danger of slipping I was helpless as a child he began a devil's dance about the room that froze every drop of blood in my veins. I was paralyzed with fear. I own it to you, Jack, because I believe you know that no ordinary danger could make me quail. He would occasionally stop in his mad evolutions and make a dash at my face with his razor, giving it a scrape first down one side, then the other, and once he drew the keen blade across my throat, not heavily, but so as to feteh the blood and cause a stinging sensation, almost from ear to ear. As the deadly weapon flashed before me I closed my eyes, expecting my time had come ; but no, his cruel nature, like a cat's, in clined him to torture his victim before making a final disposition of the carcass. " I heard the clock strike eleven. An age of agonizing suspense rolled over me, and twelve sounded. The streets had long since become quiet. "I summoned up some little degree of courage, and putting on as bold a front as possible asked, in what I meant for a jocular manner, 'how long is tlrs show to continue?' " When the clock strikes one Then my work is done ' he chanted, at first in a low monotone, but gradu ally raising his voice higher and highor until it ended in a fierce yell ' when the clock strikes one.' "The hands of the time-piece upon a little shelf in one comer pointed to the quarter of the dread ed hour. He stood over me with uplifted razor, one hand pressing my head firmly back over the rest attached to the chair, thus leaving my throat fully exposed. I expected every moment to feel the instrument of death eating through my flesh, when a slight noise at the window farthest from me attracted his attention. He tip-toed carefully across the room, but immediately returned and resumed his former position. '"When the clock strikes one,' he howled ' only five minutes when the clock ' . There was the report of some sort of fire-arm the crash of broken glass the zip of a bullet, and the maniac fell over me, shot through the shoulder. His razor made an ugly gash which left this scar on my cheek, as he went down. " I fainted. Of course it was weakness from my wounds received in service that caused me to do so they had not all fairly healed yet and when I recovered, I found that I had been conveyed to a hotel near the depot, and comfortably housed. There were several parties in the room when I came to my senses. From one of them I learned the following facts : " The barber had been employed by the owner of the shop a week previous, and although at times a little peculiar, had, up to the night of my visit, proved himself a moderately good hand. That same evening a couple of keepers from an insane asylum in a neighboring city had reached town, in quest of an escaped inmate of the insti tution to which they belonged. " They had tracked him to his place of business, but supposing him to have gone, as all other shops were shut up when they arrived, they visited the owner of the establishment and with him were on the way to the lunatic's lodging when the light was discovered. Peeping through a chink in the curtain they had seen my perilous predicament, and. having tried the door, only to find it locked, adopted the only seemingly possible Plan to s3 me and shot mv would-be assassin. innnvnoT.y upon seeing nim ian, tney nau ,'7k' door, released me, and made him vas not seriously wounded. And o tlie reason why I do not go to a t; shaved. I shudder at the very iug helplessly in a chair at the bai'U-. -tv -men v 15 mercy of a man who could cut my throat in the twinkling of an eye, if he once took a notion into his head to do so. No sir-ee no barbers for me. I'll singe my beard off with a candle parboil my face, and scrape off the bristles, as butchers do those from a porker's back, before I will ever again allow a razor to be put upon 1113- head-piece by any other hand than my own." Tom shuddered as he finished his story : and as for me well, I have shaved myself ever since, and expect to do so hereafter, as long as I live. GOOD GWACIOUS! An English gentleman arrived hero a few nights since, and put up at the Ebbitt After eating supper, he strolled through the rotunda, quietly puffing away at a cigarette, when his eye caught a sign on one of the pillars, which read: "Look out for hotel thieves." Going up to the clerk, he asked : "Mr. Clark, have you had any recent heavy robberies in your hotel ? " "Oh, no," said the polite, curly-haired manipu lator of the bell, "It is a rare thing, indeed, that we have a robbery in this house." "I see," said the subject of her majesty, "that you warn your guests gracious against the hotel thieves." " We only put those signs up during the ses sion of Congress," said the clerk. "Good gwacious!" said his mutton-chop nibs, " Cawnt the American legislators be twusted ? Is it possible that the law-makers of this blarsted free country are looked upon as hotel thieves, and travelers warned against them?" The startled clerk, who has a great reverence for statesmen, was so much taken aback at the remarks of the Englishman that it was full five minutes before he could gain his equilibrium. The guest, in the meantime, slid out of the door murmuring, "By Gwage!" "By Gwage!" PASSION PAST, "Were I u boy with ft boy's heart-beat, At plinipe of her passing down the Htreet, Or a room where hhe had entered and gone, Or n page her hand liad written on Would all bo with mo as h wad before? Oh, no, never; uo, no, never, Never anymore. Were I a man, with a m;iri'h pulw,-throb. Breath hard and fierce, held down like a. ob. Dumb, yet hearing her lightest word Blind, until only her garments stirred, Would I pour my life like wine on her floor? Oh, no, never! never, never, Never anymore. Gray and withered, wrinkknl and marred, J have gone through the lire and eome out un,seHrred, With the image of manhood upon me yet, No shame to remember, no vrith to forget ; But could she rekindle the pangs I bore? Oh, no, never! Thank God never! Never anymore. Old and wrinkled, withered and gray, And yet if hor light rtep passed to-day, 1 should know her faw all faeee among, And sny, "Heaven love thee, whom I loved long! Thou hawl lot tho key to my heart's door, Lost it ever aud forever, Ay, and forever moro! " ?Frs. JMoch-Qraik. THE NAMES OF THE STATES. At a meeting of the American Antiqufffian Society last week at Worcester, the Hon. Hamil ton B. Staples read a paper discussing the origin of the names of the several States. His conclu sions are as follows : New Hampshire gets its name from Hampshire, England. Massachusetts is derived from an Indian name, first given to the bay, signifying " near the great hills." Rhode Island has an obscure origin, the Island of Rhodes, the "Island of the Roads," and a Dntch origin "Red Island" were mentioned, the first seem ing to have the beat historical support. Con necticut is an Indian name, signifying "land on a long tidal river." New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, and Maryland were passed over. Virginia, the Carolinas, and Georgia have a royal origin. Maine was named from th& fact that it was supposed to contain the "mayne portion" of New England. Vermont has no especial question, except that it is claimed to have first been an alias New Connecticut, alias Vermont. Kentucky popularly signifies either a "'dark and bloody ground," or "abloodj river,"" but its origin signifies "the head of a river," or " the long river." Tennessee comes from its river, the name being derived from the name of an In dian village on the river " Tanasee." Ohio is named after an Indian name, signifying "some thing great," with an accent of admiration. In diana comes from the name of an early land company. Illinois comes from the Indian the name of a tribe. Michigan is claimed to mean " lake country ; " it probably came from the name of the lake, "Great Lake," which bore this name before the land adjacent was named. Louisiana is from the French. Arkansas and Missouri are Indian, the former being doubtful; the latter is claimed to mean in its original "muddy water," which describes the river. Iowa is also Indian, with doubtful meaning. Texas is popularly supposed to be Indian, bat may be Spanish. Florida is Spanish, "a flowery land." Oregon, has a conjectural origin ; it is probably Indian, but a Spanish origin is claimed. California comes from a Spanish romance of 1510. Ne vada takes its name from the monntains, which get theirs from a resemblance to the Nevada of South America. Minnesota is Indian, "sky tinted water." Nebraska is variously rendered "shallow water" and "flat country." Kansas ig from an Indian root, Kaw, corrupted by the French. Mississippi is "great water," or "whole river.' Alabama is Indian, the name of a for tress and a tribe, signifying, as is claimed, "here we rest." DISASTERS AT SEA, Total disappearance with the loss of all oc board has been among the rarest of disasters re corded of ocean steamships. The "President,7 which left New York March 11, 1841, having among her passengers Tyrone Power the come dian, a son of the Duke of Richmond, and other noted persons, is in this dismal catalogue, and so is the "City of Glasgow lost in 1854, and the "Pacific," in 1856: but we recollect no other ves sels of similar character that have so vanished out and "left not a rack behind." Consequently,, the chances would seem to be that, as in the cases of the troopship "Birkenhead," and the packete "St. George," "Central America," "Sarah Sands," "Austria," "Anglo-Saxon," and "London." a greater or less number of the passengers of the two missing crafts may have been saved. Such, it will be remembered, was also the fact as regards the "Lady Elgin," sunk by collision on Lake Michigan, September 8, I860. Of her 385 passen gers, 287 perished, among whom were Mr. Her bert Ingram, M. P., the founder of the Illustrated London Neics, and his son. Of the passengers and crew of the "Hungarian," on the other hand, which was wrecked on the coast of Nova Scotia, February 19, of the same year, all on board were lost. The "Birkenhead,"7 wrecked off Simon's Bay, South Africa, February 26, 1852. lost 454 and saved 184. The "St, George," which was bound from Liverpool to New York, and was de stroyed hy lire at sea. December 24, 1852, lost 51. while 70 were rescued aud taken to Havre by the American ship "Orlando." The "Central Amer ica,"' which foundered on her way from Havana to New York, September 12, 1857, carried 579 per sons, of whom only 152 were saved. Of the 538 on board the "Austria."' burned in the middle of the Atlantic September 13, 195-, but 67 survived. The "Sarah Sands," which sailed from PortJr mouth for Calcutta in August, 1857, took fire ht November, and afterwards experienced a tremen dous gale, carried all on board safely into port. The "Anglo-Saxon," wrecked on a reef off Cape Race during a dense fog, April 27. 1863, lost 237 out of 446 individuals. The " Loudon,7 which foundered in the Bay of Biscay, January 11, 1666, on the passage from England to Melbourne, lost 220, among whom were Dr. "Woolley, Principal of the University of Sydney, and Mr. G. V. Brookey the tragedian. Two instances have befallen dur ing the past few years, when the romantic inci dent, so much used by novelists and dramatists, of a single life being saved from among all on board a lost ship has really been exemplified. These were in the cases of the " DalhousJe,"" wrecked off Beaehy Head, October 19, 1853, and the " Dunbar," wrecked off Sydney, August 20, 100 1. in tne latter instance the survivor was thrown by a gigantic wave into a tiny aperature high up in the face of a precipice the chance o! such a thing occurring being abont the same as that of throwing a pea into a nail-hole in the side of a wall where he lay insensible for many hours, but was finally discovered and saved by a daring fellow, who eansed himself to be let dowa. from the top of the acclivity by ropes. Coming down to a lat?r date mention may be made of the "City of Boston," the loss of which is doubtless fresh in the recollection of a majority of thofce who read this article. If memory serve us right nothing was ver heard of this unfortu nate vessel, nor of her passengers or crew. She must hftvo gone down in mid-ocean with all oa board. Alteration is not always improvement, as the pigeon said when she got out of the net and into tho fire. You cannot get honey if you are frightened ai bees. Make as few changes as you can ; trees or transplanted bear little fruit. ) '