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THE NATIONAL TKIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, NOVEMBER 19, 1881.
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
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
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
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
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
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 ?
GERALD MYRTLRMOm ESCAPE,
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
"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
"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
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
; 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
To be continued.
For The National Trihune.
SHAVED BY A MADMAN.
"Why don't&ojtt go to a barber to get shaved?"
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
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
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
" 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
"'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
"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
"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
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
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.
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
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!"
"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,
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,
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!
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! "
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
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
Alteration is not always improvement, as the
pigeon said when she got out of the net and into
You cannot get honey if you are frightened ai
Make as few changes as you can ; trees or
transplanted bear little fruit.