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THE NATIONAL TBIBUKE: WASHINGTON, D. C, JULY 29, 1882.
AFTER THE OPERA.
AVc stood, one nij;ht. on Rcncon street,
Bofore her family mansion.
While in my hcurt the tlirobs of love
"Were j-tiuRviIiiiK for expansion;
"We just 1h1 left the tlicntcr,
JIh1 heart! " 11 Trovntore,"
And, on the doorstep, talked nbout
Tl:e hiumc and the i-tory.
She raved nhont the wondrous voico
Of StRiior Cnmpnnini;
glic praised lis acting nnd Ins face,
While I ttood like a ninny.
1 wanted to hut why explain?
(I half Pii-peet she knew it.)
I hemmed and twi-ted like a fool,
And hadn't pluck to do it.
I waited lonp, for sonic c.cu5o
Jly f-tupid hrain perplexing:,
And then, at length, a ilenco fell,
So awkward and m vexinjr;
Buttuddenly she hrinhtened up.
Tins lovclic-t of mis-o.
"Oh, by the way, did you observe
Jlotc gracifuUy he Idlest "
FIRST AND SECOND LOVE.
A symphony of sound and light and scent;
a voice of many birds twittering delicately
to each other from newly built nests, amid
boughs that swayed to and fro in the wind,
and shook their latest buds into leaf and
blossom. Into the woodland from far below
came a murmur of waves trailing on a
shingly beach, and mingling with this mur
mur the talk and laughter of the fisherman
mellowed by distance. Right down through
the sloping woodland a brooklet leaped tink
ling and gurgling to the sea.
The dim fragrance and dappled lights and
pleasant sounds of the day made a three
fold joy to a young girl who stood beneath
the trees in the April noon. She stood on a
part of the slope whence the trees had drawn
back a little, and the light fell about her
just beyond the verge of the shadow. Round
her feet were dead leaves and living flowers,
and soft green mosses full of the sweet rain
that had fallen all the previous night
For the first time in her life she was tast
ing the singular gladness which comes to
mind and body, when alone with nature in
spring, after a long illness. To this full con
tent of hers, all the long hours of fevered
tossing to and fro, followed by tedious weeks
of convalescence, were but a background.
And now into her loneliness there came
another human presence a young man,
carelessly whistling, treading gayly over
moss and flowers till he reached the rivulet,
and paused on the further side, looking at
the tall, slim figure in the soft gray gown,
crowned by the brown hair and wistful face.
Just one moment, and he turned off a little
higher up and sprang across the stream.
Only one look, and there might have been
no second; their lives might have glided
apart forever" but for an accident, or what
we call an accident, which is realy a strong
link in many a chain of life. As his foot
touched the bank he slipped on the damp
earth, spraining his ankle in the fall, lie
drew himself into a sitting posture and
leaned against a tree, faint with pain.
The young girl came quickly toward him.
"i w.'tl run and get help," she said, and
nieuiiiig his grateful look for a moment, went
qaj-jkly along the path that led toward Clo
verleigh, the village where she and her
lauiier were staying. At a turning she met
a tali, scholarly looking man.
"I was looking for you, Margaret. Are
you wise to go bareheaded, my child?" he
" My hat fell into the brook, and it is so
mild. But, oh ! papa, there is a gentleman
hurt down there. He has sprained his ankle
and cannot walk." And she waved her hand
toward the woods below. They found him
faint and white; but he made light of his
suffering as they helped him through the
fringe of apple and pear trees to his lodging
Most of our lives are bitter-sweet; but if
there is one period in it when the bitter and
sweet are superlative, it is when love takes
possession of soul and body as instruments
whereon to play his mighty preludes.
Margaret Townsend had lived alone al
most all her life with her father, a quiet
student, loving but his daughter and his
hooks, and so her life was full of associa
tions, but not of friends. None of the
bloom had been worn off her soul by that
playing at love called flirtation. She had
read, with a certain solemnity, some old
books wherein mention was made of men
who had died and done other things for
love; and she may have had dreams on the
snbject, but filmy and shifting as dreams
In this sequestered solitude the father and
daughter and Dr. John Enderby were at the
present the only strangers, and the young
doctor, alter two or three days, limped into
Margaret's sunlit sitting-room, into which
the light flitted through a network of bud
ding apple boughs.
John was free to come and go as he liked
3n tne OJossom-screened room, holding
learned converse with Mr. Townsend, meet
ing his daughter in the woods, now fully
leafed, sometimes helping her over the
rocks in search of anemones.
His nature was as yet cold, hers was all
aglow. She was one of those women pas
sionate, yet sweet and pure, with sensitive
bodies that quiver with pain at any strong
emotion. If she had never seen him again,
it is improbable that she would eycr have
cared for another: perhaps she would have
waited in eternity for the sequence of that
first glance of his.
They lingered on till the honeysuckle
wooed the meadowsweet in the deep lanes
above the village, and the young summer
was in its beauty. Then there came a mo
ment when, the two being alone in the
path over-hanging the sea, John asked Mar
garet to be his wife. It was the sweetest
time of the afternoon, just before the sunset,
when the day has lost its weariness and the
sky is calm, and the sunshine is dimmed by
a soft haze.
Mr. Townsend had left them in order to
write a letter which he had forgotten, and
the others had sauntered toward the village
in dreamy silence. Then she became aware
that he was asking her to be his wife, telling
her that she was the sweetest woman he had
ever wen. "Whence then her sudden shrink
ing from him, as if in fear?
" I am not good enough," she cried. She
wste aiiv.itl of her joy, for she was a timid
ivomau, but in the midst of his wooing he
was vexed at her humility, not understand
ing it, for he was only offering her a scanty
armful of first-fruits, and she was returning
him the full harvest of her soul, though she
did not know its value. He drew her to
him and kissed the brown head and laid it
on his breast. She begau to cry she had
been so greedy of joy lately, and here was
And ho well, it was the sweetest hour he
had ever passed in his life. This girl, with
her simple dress and manner, and her seri
ous brown eyes and undertone of joy fulness
about her, satisfied the more spiritual side of
his nature. And yet she was not the ideal
of his past.
She was not his heroine, but he was her
hero, and her gladness inclined toward sad
ness ; for a true woman sees herself valueless
at the moment she believes that the " man
of men " sees in her a precious jewel.
"Are you sorry?" he asked half jestingly.
"Sorry ! " she said, and, with a frank yet
coy gesture, she nestled close to his heart.
"Windborough is a country town, seated in
the midst of a smiling plain which stretches
to a line of low wooded hills on the north,
and loses itself in the far horizon in every
At the end of the "Woodleigh road was Dr.
Enderby's house, large and old-fashioned;
and hither he brought his wife Margaret not
long after their first meeting in the Clover
leigh woods. It was a change from the in
tense quiet of her girlhood to a large circle
of friends, and a few secret enemies. But
she was John's wife, and her sweet gayety
filled his house with sunshine; and she
shaped herself a home in all gladness.
In this room of Margaret's John Enderby
loved to rest in his intervals' of leisure,
watching his wife with an interest and a
strange timidity that grew deeper day by
day. Poor Margaret felt him further from
her and a shadow fell across her life that the
birth of her little son could not wholly chase
One afternoon her husband came in as she
was sitting with the child on her knee a
bright fair-haired, brown-eyed boy, very like
his father. The baby stretched out his dim
pled arms to his father, then with a child's
mischief withdrew them, and hid his face on
his mothers bosom with a cooing laugh.
She bent her head down on the fluffy curls,
and caught his little bare feet in her hand
(he had pulled off his shoes and socks, the
tiny rogue!) and she kissed the rosy toes
with lovely mother worship.
"Look, John," she said; "isn't he the
most wonderfully sweet child, this precious
baby ? "What should we do without him ? "
She was flushed and laughing, arms and
heart full too; but a sharp paug flashed
He answered quietly, "Yes, he is a fine
boy for his age," and, bending down, kissed
him ; but he went away after that without
further speech. It often happened so now,
and Margaret could not divine the cause;
so she was hurt, and turned more and more
to the baby for comfort.
On this occasion the doctor went to his
study, locked the door, and sat down to
wrestle with himself, also to take stock of
his forces for that wrestling.
Terrible aud sweet revelation to the man!
He had, as the phrase goes,'fhllen in love
fortunately with his wife. This, then, was
Hie meaning of his silence, his jealously, of
the tearing away of his old pleasant friend
liness toward her. This love of his was no
flame that would flash and die out, but the
strong white heat, the very soul of the heav
He was a good man, upright and true;
but he had often played at love before his
marriage, " ere life-time and love-time were
one," and he was being pushed now, for he
doubted whether her love had not declined
into that friendliness which he had given
her before, and she was absorbed in the
"Was she, then, one of those women in
whom the instinct of motherhood is stronger
than all other? He worshiped her now
with the full sacred passion of his manhood,
and was his own child to come between,
and shut him away from her? She would be
always sweetly dutiful, he knew that but
duty, wifely duty! A man is nothing if he
does not want more than that; and what
was his life to be if she and the child dwelt
apart in a little paradise of their own? He
was jealous of his own child.
Miss Moss, Miss Brown, and Miss Jones
were friends, and much of the mischief in
"Windborough might be traced to them. For
instance, had they not discovered Mr. Blight
the curate's shameful flirtation with little
Miss Wilson? and here was Dr. Enderby
taking to his old flirting ways again ! If he
had married a sensible, intellectual person,
she might have cured him by carefully look
ing after him; but now his attending the
meetings of the Book Club without his wife,
and walking home with little Miss Fry and
her Quaker mother, boded no good. So said
they, shaking their heads. This was after
morning service on Sunday, and they re
solved that on Monday morning, while the
Doctor was away on his rounds, they would
call and enlighten his wife. "It will do her
good, poor thing," they remarked.
So the three came on Monday morning, and,
after a few commonplaces, Miss Moss, who
was a faded beauty, and therefore the bit
terest, began :
" Now, my dear Mrs. Enderby, we can see
that you are suffering, poor dear, and no
wonder ! "
Margaret looked at them bewildered. "I
am quite well," she said.
"But about the Doctor, my dear; we have
known him so long and understand his ways.
If you had been a little more experienced
you would have looked better after your
" But he is not ill," answered the wife, still
" Not in body," remarked Miss Brown, with
a significant smile ; " but in mind, we mean ;
he pays great attention to the Frys next door,
"And Miss Fry is very pretty," added Miss
If she had not been so angry Margaret
would have laughed ; John had walked home
with their neighbors twice, and she was very
fond of them. John might not love her;
that she had found out, she thought; but
she knew him to be the very soul of honor.
She was generally so quiet that when her
anger bla.ed out they were startled.
""Will you be so good as to leave my hus
band's affairs alone?" she said. "If you
wish to be wicked there is no need to show
such bad taste as to come here and endeavor
to do harm."
She never told her lvusband of that visit,
though she believed he regretted his mar
riage; she only clung to the child such a
fraiHittle reed to lean upon. And one day
It was a Sunday one of those sweet days
in the late autumn which nature saves out
of the summer.
This little child was dying of croup. His
mother could only hold the little form on
her knee, while John knelt beside her try
ing useless remedies to comfort her. At last
he stood still, looking down sorrowfully at
the signs of ebbing life.
Suddenly he knelt and touched the little
clenched hand with her lips, and heavy tears
plashed down upon it his dear little boy;
it was hard!
Margaret bent forward. "You do love
him, John !" She was jealous for hinrthat
he should have his full share of love before
he went. John .understood, and his look
answered her. "What instinct had made her
The fluttering breath grew shorter and
shorter; it was near the end now, and little
Jack opened his eyes and said, for the first
and hist time quite clearly, "Mamma."
That was all she was to have the one word,
and the angels would have the rest
' John comforted his wife, but her grief
grew silent. She was gentle to him, but her
thoughts were with the dead child. She told
herself that it was better that he should be
with the angels, and he would sing hymns,
and perhaps play in the golden streets; but
she had a hurt feeling, for he would never
be her own baby again. Mothers' hearts
are hungry things, aud she felt that she had
nothing left. Her husband divined this
mixed feeling, but in the shyness of his new
love could not penetrate her silence.
After a while her strength failed; and, in
great anxiety, he bronght her back to Clo
verleigh, to the old rooms that had been how
crcd by the apple blossoms ; but the blos
soms and birds were all gone now. Here
Margaret grew restless ; her thoughts turned
from little Jack for the first time, aud the
afternoon after they came she wandered out
by herself to the woods above the house.
The sun was shining and thero were one or
two late daisies in the grass. She stooped
and gathered them. Her baby had been
fond of them, and she had made him so
many chains of them in the past summer,
and he had broken them Avith his little coo
just like a bird.
She went on, dry-eyed and desolate.
She started. Here was the place where
John had asked her to be his wife, and with
a pang she remembered the intensity of. her
joy. Ah ! how the petals had fallen from
the flower. It had been unjust of John to
take her without loving her. He had souglit
her and wooed her, and now she was so
She heard his steps and turned to hide
from him, but the trees were bare now.
Half curiously she looked at him. He had
not seen her yet, for his C3es were bent on
the ground. Unconscious of her presence,
he took no pains "to hide his despondency,
and she could sec how grief-worn was the
handsome, kindly f.ice. Contemplating hint
thus she forgot herself, and the old strong
love shone in her eyes. He looked up and
saw her pale and slim in her black dress, but
there was that in those eyes which drew him
to her to murmur in her ear how much he
loved her, and she turned to him as she had
never done before. "I am not worth',
dear," he said, having also learned the divme
So the bitter changed entirely to sweet;
not suddenly, for it took some time for Mar
garet to lose her jealousy of the angels. And
that time was chronicled in her soul as " the
winter our baby died, and I
dear I was to John."
first knew how
IN A WHALE'S MOUTH,
Fayal Is the rendezvous of the whalers
from the neighboring whaling grounds, and
Captain C aud his wife are much looked
up to by the rest. When Mrs. C was
pressed by a tourist to relate the story of
how she saved her husband's life with hot
plates, she hesitated, but finally began the
recital in a subdued voice, with an admirable
reserve and dignity and a solemn sense of
the awful peril through which her husband
had passed. They had captured a whale and
got it alongside to cut up. The jaws were
unusually large, and the captain himself
was occupied in getting the upper one,
which contains the whalebone of commerce,
out from the head. As is usual, an immense
iron hook was inserted in the lower jaw,
attached to chains and blocks in the rigging
by which it was lifted. "Within the cavity
of the mouth thus formed, on a platform
rigged over the ship's side, directly above
the upper jaw, the captain stood hard at
work, carefully cutting out the thin plates
of whalebone from the upper jaw. His wife
came up from below, looked over the side at
her husband's position, and exclaimed, "Oh,
William, how dangerous that looks!" At
that instant the hook gave way, the horrible
jaw fell, crushing the staging to splinters,
shutting the captain within the awful cavern
of the mouth, and burying him under water.
The cruel teeth penetrated the flesh of his
back, goring him terribly; but the waves
buoyed up the great jaw, and the captain,
with the most remarkable presence of mind,
feeling himsel f loosed, pushed his feet against
the ship's side, and so kicked himself clear
of the whale's mouth. He was picked up
for dead and lifted on deck. He made signs
that he Avas dying, and that he did not Avish
to be carried below. "But," said his Avife,
"I Avan't a-goin' to give him up so; I told
the men to carry him below; I stripped off
his wet clothes. His face was gashed and
bleeding; he couldn't breathe; he gasped
now and then ; he Avas cold as death. I told
the steward to heat all the plates there Avas
on the ship, and I covered him Avith hot
plates till I began to feel him groAvingAvarm.
Then I poured brandy into him. For five
days and nights I and a man from forward
Avatched and nursed him. I Avrapped him
in poultices as big as a sheet, and changed
them every tAventy minutes to take the sore
ness out of him; and so he lived."
Then after a moment's pause, entirely
ignoring her own grand part in the matter,
the captain's Avife added earnestly: "But
he couldn't have lived if he'd been a drink
ing man. He'd always been strictly tem
perate; so, Avhen he needed the brandy, it
brought him right up." It Avas the best
temperauco lecture I ever heard.
"I dunno about the brandy," said the
captain quietly. " I guess brandy couldn't
have done much for me Avithout my wife;
but, anyhoAV, I hain't never meddled much
with Avhales' jaAVS since." From "A Summer
in the Azores."
ON THE BATTLE-FIELD OF GETTYS-
It need hardly be mentioned that the one
thing Avhich may not by any means be omit
ted is a ride o'er the famous battle-field.
Here the visitor is especially favored at the
Springs. A A'eteran Pennsylvania soldier,
Mr. D. HoltzAvorth, Avho fought Avith his
regiment (the Eighty-seventh Pennsyh'auia)
throughout the Avar, acts as guide and pilots
his patrons over the ground in a wagonette
at a moderate charge. "When it is consid
ered that the battle-field actually covers a
space of twenty-live square miles, and that
the drive extends over fourteen, it Avill be
perceived that the tour over the lines of the
opposing armies is quite an undertaking.
Mr. Holtzworth has in the course of fifteen
year3 collected from soldiers of both armies
the record of every division and brigade in
those bloody three days' Avork. From the
start to the finish the drive covers a period
of upward of four hours. In the grounds of
the Springs Hotel lies the scene of the first
day's fight, Avhen Reynolds's first Union corps
Avas driven iifto and through Gettysburg by
A. P. Hill's adwince on the Chambersburg
pike. On the Avest side, not fifty yards from
the building, is the Avood from which the
First South Carolina regiment emerged, and
on the opposite side, not 100 yards beyond,
is tho Avood in which Reynolds Avas killed.
The exact spot is marked by an oak tree, Avith
a memorial-notice board, and to tho north
of this, tAvo hundred yards distant, is the
barn from Avhich the fatal shot aais fired.
The surrounding trees are riddled with
Passing on into the toAvn, the first halt is
made at Cemetery Hill, Avhere are shoAvn
Ricketts's Pennsyh'auia and Ncav York bat
tery, and the Soldiers' National Cemetery.
The. next pause is at Culp's Hill. Here is
the line ot breastworks bending round like
a fishhook at this spot, and continued due
south over Little Round Top to Round Top,
Avhich the master-genius of Hancock estab
lished to prove in a feAV hours the sah-ation
of the Union. The trees at Culp's Hill bear
fearful testimony even noAV to the leaden
hail and the storm of shell Avhich fell upon
them; scarcely one in tAventy is untouched.
In the gorge to the left is shown the spot
where Johnson's division of EavcII's corps
broke in on the evening of the second clay,
at a time aa-Iicu the defenders had been Avith
draAvn to the support of the Third corps, aud
Avhencc EavcII Avas forced on the morning of
the third. The late Reunions on the field
hae seemingly established two points at
least that Ewell lost an opportunity each
day, cither of Avhich might lm'e changed
the fortunes of the confederacy. The first
Avas in not seizing Cemetery Hill after the
rout of the First and Eleventh corps ; the
second, not pushing his success on the even
ing of the second day. Thus much was the
oracular dictum of the guide as the party
crossed to the Emniittsburg road a tAVO
milc drive, to Avitncss the scene of Pickett's
charge. There remains little hoav of that
terrible half hour's Avork. The peach orch
ard has vanished aud is occupied by a corn
field. The celebrated clump, forming the
objecth'e-point of the charge, and held
by Gibbons aud "Webb, remains, hoAvever, a
conspicuous landmark. A little to the right
is a small knoll forming the point from Avhich
Stannard's brigade poured the decesive cross
fire, and near which Hancock AA'as wounded.
The field, across Avhich the last 100 yards of
the charge avjis made, is now a fair, shining
mass of Avheat. "There," said the guide, "it
AA-as just one mass of dead and dying, piled
up in great heaps." In this field last year
twenty bodies of confederate soldiers were
plowed up, and removed, under the directions
of General Bradley T. Johnson, to a resting
place on Virginian soil. Turning to the rear
the Avooded ridge occupied by Longstreet's
corps could bo seen, and further to the right
the seminary aud the barn in Avhich Lee had
his headquarters. A little further on the
vehicle, bearing to the left, passed the memo
rable peach orchard aud crossed the scene of
the second day's fight, when Sickles Avas
driven from his ath'anced position by Long
street's corps. Nearly every rock in the next
half mile Avas streaked with grim testi
monies of the leaden hail.
To the right rose high and rugged the
form of Round Top, and the party presently
paused in the Devil's Den, a designation
seemingly ill-appropriate to the loA'ely and
romantic surroundings. Yet there is some
thing Aveird and terrible in the grandeur of
the huge granite bowlders strewn here by
some supremo convulsion of nature. In
many places vines and creepers redeem the
terrible suggestions of the place; but here
took place the hardest fight in the battle of
Gettysburg. Posted in the recesses of the
rocks the confederate sharpshooters here
effected a ghastly slaughter of the defenders
of Little Round Top and killed, among
many other officers, Vincent and Haslitt.
The slaughter here on that eventful evening
of the second day A'as appalling. The trees,
orAvhatare left of them, are honeycombed
Avith bullets and the rocks mottled Avith
spots in a fashion terrible to contemplate.
Close by here Sickles avjxs Avounded, and one
spot is shown Avhere a confederate soldier,
Avho had been dealing deadly execution, at
length received his quietus from a bursting
shell, the marks of Avhich are still plainly
visible. The man was found dead beneath
a heap of stones Avhich he had piled up to
form a breastwork. As the vehicle ascends
Little Round Top, jolting heavily OA-er the
rocky road, the guide points out how tAvo
other opportnnitcs Avero lost by tho delay
on the part of the confederates in seizing
the tAvo Tops, Avhich commanded the Avhole
line of Union intrenchments and Cemetery
Hill in the bargain. Standing on the ridge
of Round Top, among heaps of shattered
bowlders and falling trees, among which three
cannon grimly frown, the visitor sees the
Avhole scene of the battle stretched before
him like a vast panorama a picture which
even hoav causes a feeling almost amounting
to terror in the contemplation, and Avhich
then, when the airAvas full of hurtling shells
and tho power stalked evervAvhere that
" thicks men's blood with cold," must have
been something never to be forgotten. On
jolts the wagon, hoav passing toAvmvard
again over the line of the Union inlrench
nieuts by the neAV avenue constructed by the
Battle-Field Memorial Association in com
memoration of the events of those momentons
three days. Once moro the cemetery is
passed, making tho traveler feel Avith Shelley
that it might make one almost in love with
death to think of being buried in so beauti
ful a place.
But not yet is the end. Here is the battle
field hotel the doors and staircase of Avhich
are still perforated with bullet holes. In a
neat little brick cottage on the right the
only citizen of Gettysburg injured, a Miss
j Jennie Wade, was killed by a stray bullet.
Further on, near the court-house, an nnex
plodcd shell is seen sticking in the Avail of
an attorney's house; and then Ave come to
the Battle-field Museum, the library in
which Death has stored up his works.
Among the thousand and one objects,
bullet, shot, shell, fragments of coats, pouches,
broken muskets, etc., AvasshoAvn one "trifle,"
AA'hich could not but cause the visitor to turn
aA'ay iu sorroAV. It Avas a fragment of a
locket with a miniature of a young girl in
the style of tAventy years ago, the eyes look
ing pleadingly forth, brimful of love for him
Avho had doubtless died Avith that face in
his mind's eye and that locket on his heart.
Gettysburg Cor. Ballo. Day.
ANOTHER WASHINGTON MONUMENT.
Description of flip Grpat lVork of Art Designed
for Philadelphia Tlio Model Completed.
I have, writes a correspondent from "Wies
baden, Germany, received sketches and plans
of the model for the great "Washington
Monument for Philadelphia now being exe
cuted at Berlin by Professor Rndolph Sie
mering, avIio, since the recent death of Pro
fessor Drake, is probably the foremost sculp
tor of Germany. In November last the con
tract Avas signed by Professor Siemering and
the American delegates, by the terms of
AA'hich the sculptor receives 594,000 marks, or
$140,000, for executing this great work. This
sum also includes the expense for the final
erection of the complete monument at Phil
adelphia Avithin ten years. "While complet
ing the miniature model, which receives un
bounded praise from connoisseurs, Professor
Siemering has had a large pavilion built, in
addition to his studio, under the glass roof
of Avhich he is noAV engaged in executing the
full Bize model for the colossal equestrian
statue, as Avell as the other numerous figures
and relievos of the monument, a full de
scription of Avhich folloAVS :
All the dimensions of the monument are
of great size. Its substructure consists of a
huge stone terrace, AYith two great steps, on
the loAver of Avhich all four sides are occu
pied by bronze groups of human figures and
animals, all of them above life size. For the
latter the most characteristic species of
American quadrupeds have been selected
the deer, horse, bullock, grizzly bear, buffalo,
American panther, &c. They are all in a
lying position, and between each pair of
them are placed the human figures Avhich
represent an Indian Avarrior, an Indian
squaAV, a river god andagoddess. These are
also in recumbent attitudes, Avith partly
raised upper bodies.
In the centre of the upper terrace stands
the pedestal, Avhich on an OA'al platform
bears the colossal eqaestriau statue of Gen
eral Washington, both horse and rider being
twice the natural size. The Father of His
Country is represented in the Avell kuown
uniform and military cloak; his head is
turned slightly to the left, Avith a keen
glance of the eyes toward a distant point.
In his right hand he holds a field-glass
pressed against the thigh like a marshal's
staff. Professor Siemering has certainly ad
mirably succeeded in expressing Washing
ton's chief characteristics in the face as a
great-minded man and an intrepid military
The large size panels of the pedestal are
filled by two bronze flat relieros, Avith nu
merous figures, representing on one side the
departure for the Avar and on the other the
return of the troops. The front and rear are
occupied by tAvo other allegorical groups in
high relic'.'o, or nearly full figure. The for
mer represents Liberty aAvakened and calling
up the sleepers for the defence of their men
aced rights, and the latter shows the bless
ings of a gloriously gained independence in
the figure of Victorious Liberty, holding in
her hands the sea-gOA'erning trident and an
overflowing conucopia, Avhile the soldiers are
placing laurel Avreaths and captured flags at
Professor Siemering is a native of Koenigs
burg, in Eastern Prussia, AA'here he Avas born
in 1S:5. He expects to be present at the un
veiling of his great work in Philadelphia in
A PETRIFIED CORPSE.
Found in tho Philanthropic Cemetery at Phila
delphia. While the grave-digger of the Philan
thropic Cemetery in Philadelphia was ex
huming a number of bodies the other day,
preparatory to the opening of Tasker street
through one corner of the grounds, he up
turned a curiosity which, for a genuine sur
prise, threAV CA'en old Yorick's skull in the
shade. The object which the spade bronght
to the surface Avas a petrified human form
that had laid in the earth for forty years. It
AA'as the body of a tAVO-year old child, and
had tho frame been carved out of Parian
marble it could not have been nearer perfec
tion. The AVorkmen and curious persons
looking on stepped back aghast, lmtDoHart,
the grave-digger, merely rolled his quid OA'er
in his mouth to get leeway, and remarked :
" Father used to say that some people Avere
too d d mean to mingle Avith the earth, and
so A'hen they Avere tossed under the sod they
petrified ; hut I guess this juvenile Avill
rather stagger him.
The transformed corpse was found in a lot
Avhich belonged to Charles and Hannah
Ware, AA'ho Avent to their final account thirty
or forty years ago, and of whom the only
knoAvn direct descendant is George Ware, a
first district policeman. Four children had
boen laid in turn in one grave, and the pet
rified body was at the bottom of the pit. It
Avas found lying in sandy earth, abounding
in soft rock or stone of an extremely friable
nature. For some eight or ten feetbeloAV the
grave thero Avas a stratum of A'ery lino sand.
The body itself Avas a solid effigy, presenting
the appearance of a human figure carved
from a block of Avood or burnt line. The
outline Avas so perfect as to make the sex
easily distinguishable as feminine. Strang
est of all Avas the fact that Avhile the body
was so Avell preserved there was not a A'estige
of the coffin or shroud left, and nothing re
mained of the other three bodies but a few
bones that crumbled Avhile being handled.
The eyes of the petrified form looked like
statuary oculars, and the slightly exposed
teeth Avere blackened. The contrast of col
ors gave to the face a rather hideous appear
ance. In all other respects the figure resem
bled a piece of well-executed sculpture.
There Avere fifteen bodies in all in the Ware
lot, and in tAvo or three other cases there
Avere evidences of petrification, but not of
such a thorough nature as that described.
A doctor went out for a day's hunting, and
on coming homo complained that he hadn't
killed anything. "That's becanse you did
not attend to your legitimate business," said
RETIRING UNITED STATES SENATORS.
The folloAving is a list of the Senators who
Avill retire on the lth of March next :
J. T. Morgan, Democrat. Alabama.
A. II. Garland, Democrat, Arkansas.
G. M. Chilcott, Republican, Colorado.
B. H. Hill, Democrat, Georgia.
David Davis, Independent, Illinois.
W. J. McDill, Republican, IoAva.
T. B. Plumb, Republican, Kansas.
J. B. Beck, Democrat, Kcntncky.
W. P. Kellogg, Republican, Louisiana.
W. P. Frye, Republican, Maine.
J. B. Groome, Democrat, Maryland.
G. F. Hoar, Republican, Massachusetts.
T. W. Ferry, Republican, Michigan.
M. C. Butler, Democrat, South Carolina!
I. G. Harris. Democrat, Tennessee.
Richard Coke, Democrat, Texas.
Wnii- Windom, Republican, Minnesota.
L. Q. C. Lamar, Democrat, Mississippi.
A. Saunders, Republican, Nebraska.
E. H. Rollins, Rep., Ncav Hampshire.
J. R. McPherson, Dem., NeAv Jersey.
M. W. Ransom, Dem., North Carolina.
H. B. Anthony, Rep., Rhode Island.
H. G. Davis, Dem., West Virginia.
J. W. Johnston, Democrat, Virginia.
L. Grover, Democrat, Oregon.
Anthony has been elected his OAvn succes
sor in Rhode Island, Wilson Avill succeed
McDill in Iowa, and Riddleberger, Readj lis
ter, will succeed Johnston, Democrat, in Vir
ginia. Mississippi and Louisiana have also
elected Democrats. In the other States Sen
ators are to be elected.
WIT AND HUMOR,
An old bachelor Avas courting a widow,
and both had sought the aid of art to gi-o
theiB fading hair a darker shade. "That is
going to be an affectionate couple," said a
Avag. "Hoav so?" "They are both dying
for each other already."
"But, you know, pa," said the farmer's
daughter, Avhen he spoke to her about the
address of his neighbor's son, "you kuow,
pa, that ma Avants me to marry a man of
culture." "So do I, my dear so do I, and
there's no better cnltnre in the country than
" If I had a million dollars " said voun"
Brown, "I Avonld " "No, you wouldn't,'
interrupted Jeems, "you'd be a bigger fool
than you are now." Jeems was rather rude,
but he told the truth.
Aminidab's pet dog bit him the other day.
He says he had no idea the dog would bo
the puppy-traitor of such an act.
" What did you say the conductor's namo
was?" "Glass Mr. Glass." "O, no!"
"But it is." "Impossible it can't be."
"And Avhy not, pray ? " " Becanse, sir, Glass
is a non-conductor."
It was an Ohio man who, when a terrible
storm set in one night, rushed into the house
of a neighbor and cried out: "Jones, this is
the ending up of earth!" "I'm afraid so
I'm afraid so!" was the reply." "And what
shall Ave do?" "Make our peace with
Heaven!" The wind blew still stronger,
the house began to shake, and the excited
man exclaimed: "Jones, you lost five bushels
of wheat last fall ! " " Yes." "And you have
your suspicions?" "IhaA-e. The man who
took my wheat had better own up." " Can
you forgive him?" "I can." "Well"
Here the Avind suddenly dropped, and after
a look through the Avindow the conscience
stricken man turned and finished: "Yes, if
ever I meet him I'll advise him to call
If a cheerful heart is a continual feast,
there must be a large number of people Avho
do not get a square meal once a year.
"So you Avould not take me to be tAventy 7"
said a young lady to her partner Avhile danc
ing a polka one evening. "What would you,
take me for, then?" For better, for worse,"
replied he, and he was accepted.
A eminent scientist says that when a lady
cannot sit down without her nose becoming
red it sIioaa's that there is imperfect circu
lation of the blood, caused by tight lacing.
Same Avith gentlemen. A red nose is a sure
sign of tightness somewhere.
An Irishman Avanting to buy a stove Avas
looking over a stock in a store. The dealer,
in praising a certain stove, said : "If you
buy one of these stoves you will save half
the coal yon Avould otherAvise use." "Faith,"
said Pat, "then I'd better take two stove3,
and save all the coal."
A gentleman of Albany, recently married
a lady reputed to be rich, ayIio turned out to
be poor and some $700 in debt, Avhich
he' had to liquidate. She assured him, how
ever, for his consolation, that the debts Avere
contracted for dress, which she bought to
A gentleman traveling in a railroad car
riage AA'as endeavoring Avith considerable
earnestness to impress some argument upon
a fellow-passenger avIio Avas seated opposite
to him, and AA'ho appeared rather dull of
comprehension. At length, being slightly
irritated, he exclaimed, in a louder tone:
"AVhy,sir, it's as plain as A B C! "That
may be," replied the other, Avith alacrity,
"but I am D E F."
"Maria,' said a lady in New York to her
colored chambermaid, "that is the third
sill: dress you have Avorn since you came to
me ; pray Iioav many do you oa-ii ?" "Only
seven, miss ; but I's saA-in' my wages to buy
anoder." "Seven ! What use are seven silk
dresses to you ? Why, I don't own so many
as that." " 'Spects not, miss," said the smil
ing darkey; "you doesn't need 'em so
much as I do. You see, 'moug you white
folks everybody is quality, but AA'e better-
most kind of collnd pussons has to dress
smart to 'stinguish ourselves from common
A young lady who has distinguished her
self at the Cambridge local examination had
just been relating some astounding astro
nomical facts and figures. Said her cousin,
who "never went in for that sort of thing,
yoo know," "I see Iioav one can find out
how large and hoAV far away the stars are;
but, by JoA'e, I don't quite see how they ever
found out their names !"
A mercenary little boy overheard a con
A'ersation by his parents concerning a Aved
ding that was soon to comeott', and recalled
the subject at the breakfast-table the next
morning by asking the folloAving question:
"rapa, what do they Avant to give the bride
aA?ay for ? Can't they sell her?"
A AAitty nobleman once asked a clerical
gentleman at the bottom of the table Avhy
the-goose, Avhen there was one, Avas ahvays
placed next to the parson. "Really, ray
lord," said the clergyman, "your question is
somewhat dillicult to ansAver, and so remark
ably odd, that Ia-ow I shall never see a goose
again without being reminded of your lord-