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MAIDKN AND WISATHKllGOCK.
0, Weathercock, on tho village Bpirc,
With your golden foathcrn nil on fire,
Tell mo, what can you hoc from your porch
Ahovo thcro, ovor the tower of, tho church?
I can hoo tho rooffl, and tho Btrcmn below,
And tho people moving to and fro;
And boyond, without either roof or atrcct,
Tho great nult nca and tho UBhcrman's (loot.
I can hoc a ship come Bailing in
Boyond tho hcadlandn and harbor of Lynn,
And a Noting man standing on the deck,
With fiilkcn korchiof round hiB nock.
Now ho Jr prosning it to bin linn,
And now ho in kinfling bin liugor tips;
And now ho iB lifting and waving hia hand
And blowing the kinscH toward the land.
Ah, that ifl tho flhip from ovor tho aca,
That in bringing my lover back to me !
Bringing my lover, bo fond and true,
Who docfl not ohango with the wind, like you.
f I change with all tho windn that blow,
It iH only bocauBO they mado me bo;
And peoplo would think it wondrous strango
If I, a wcathorcook, Bhould not change!
0, pretty Maiden, bo fine and fair,
With your dreamy ejea and your golden hair,
When you and your lover moot to-day,
Xou will thank mo for looking some other way.
Ilonry W. Longfellow.
"I'VE MADK A FOOT. O IT MYSKLlf."
Uroathoi there a man upon the earth
Who has not, Homotimo Binco his birth,
Exclaimed, in accent far from mirth,
"1'vo mado a fool of myself !"
Not that he cries it forth aloud,
Nor in tho oontro of life's crowd,
But to himRolf it is avowed
"I've mado a fool of myself.''
It may have been among tho girla,
While in tho dnnco'B giddy whirlH,
Among tho wealth of fashion's pearls
"1'vo mado a fool of myself."
Or in tho graver walks of life,
Whilo mingling in Bomo greater strife,
When plans of gain, not love, were life
"1'vo mado a fool of myself."
In lovo or gain, in peace or war,
In musing of life's battles o'ur,
Wo must exclaim, with momory Bore
'Tvo mado a fool of myFclf."f
Expcrionca over teaches best;
Bo lot tho momory utir tho breast,
That timo to oomn may not suggest
'Tvo made a fool of myself."
TV .. .,
THK LAST MAN ON KOAJtD.
"Caught at last, Jack. The old craft's
bound to drive aslioro in half an hour,
and thou there'll bo Tret jackets for us
"Ayo, aye, Bill, my boy; and it jist
sarvos us right for shippin' aboard a ton
gun brig. Thoy always has bud luck,
So muttered the two veteran sailors as
tho staunch little cruiser whirled onward
like a feather by wind and sea, drifted
uoarer and nearer to the huge black cliffd
which, through blinding Bpray and deep
ening storm, loomed out plainer and
plainer upon the loo bow. The Seabird
had indeed made her last voyage. Ail
her boats hud been stove in; masts and
rigging had long since been torn away by
tho furious gale, or hacked o(f by the crow
thomsolves; and the cruel rocks upon
which tho hapless vessel was driving head
long would have crushed tho timbers of
tho strongest seventy-four like an egg
shell. ' '
But, with death grasping for them
overy moment, not a man flinched. The
captain gavo his orders, and the crow
oboyed them, as coolly as if running into
port on a fine summer morning. But the
end came at last. Ono mighty shock,
which threw evory man off his feet, a tor
riblo crash, n giddy robound, and then the
doomed brig sottled right down upon a
sunkon roof, with the tearing, grinding
noise which no one who has once heard it
can easily forgot.
"Sho'll move no more now, till sho
broaka up altogether," said the captain
quietly, "so wo must just think of saving
ourselves. Any chance of a line from tho
iboro, Mr. Rogers? You know this coast
"Nono, sir, I'm afraid' answered the
first officer, who was standing near him.
"Thore's neither rocko tor lile-boat within
several miles, and no boat could come out
n tho toeth of this sea."
At that moment a red light blazed up
from tho cliff overhead, and tho wholo
scene started into view at once. The
great wall of black rock, with the sea
birds flapping and shrieking around it;
the narrow strip of beach below, crowded
with anxious watchers; the quaint little
fishing village, with its rude huts built of
driftwood and broken stones; the stranded
ship and her crew, every face and every
ropo standing out distinct in the light of
tho beacon; and all around the tossing
waves, which, reddened by that unearthly
glare, seemed to cast up a spray of fire
against the gloomy sky. It was plain that
the vessel must break up before very long.
The captain looked keenly toward-the
shore for a moment, and then turned to
his men. "My lads," cried he, "there's
no chance for us yet. They can't get a
boat out to us, but we may get a line to
them, for the tide's setting strongly in
shore. Twenty pounds to the man who
will swim ashore with a rope!"
The offer sounded like a bitter mockery,
for to face that sea appeared nothing less
than certain death. The words were hard
ly spoken, however, when a man stepped
forward and touched his wet forelock to
the captain, who started as he recognized
him. And well ho might; for this man
was the "black sheep" of tho whole crew,
and had been brought up for punishment
(not for the first time) a few days before.
"What, you, Thompson?"
"Aye, it's me, yer honor! " answered the
man with a grim smile as ho knotted the
ropo around his waist. "Yer lrtnor told,
only t'other day, as I wa3 a disgrace to the
ship, so mayhap the old craft '11 bo well
rid of inc."
For a moment the captain's iron face
worked as no one had ever seen it yet;
and then, without a word, ho held out his
hand. The other grasped it for an instant
in a grip like u smith's vice, and then,
watching his opportunity, plunged into
the roaring sua. Then came a long and
terrible pause. Every man on bOiffiHield
his breath, while straining his eyes into
the boiling wnirl of foam below. Once, a
few of tho keenest-sighted among them
thought thoy caught pight of the sailor's
black head in the midst of the white,
seething breakers; but tho next moment a
mountain wave rolled in and covered all.
Had the daring swimmer succeeded, or
had he perished jn the attempt? No one
There are very few things more difficult,
or requiring more skill and judgment,
than to carry a rope ashore in a stormy
sea. To a landsman it may seem merely
a question of breasting the waves between
one point and another, but such is by no
means the case. To avoid a wave, .or to
take advantage of it; to know when to
escape by diving, when to rise on the crest
of a billow when it breaks; to husband
one's strength at one moment and put it
forth to the utmost at another all this
must bo thought of, m tho very crisis ot
the peril, if tho task is to be achieved at
Suddenly a cheer comes pealing from
the shore, so loud and hearty as to be
heard above all the roar oi the storm, and
it is repeated again and again, till overy
cranny of the groat clilf seems alivo with
"lie must ha' dono it, sir," says the
boatswain to 'the first officer, "for I feel
tho rope comin' taut in my hands."
Suro enough, in another moment the
narrow black lino stood clearly out against
tho ghostly white of tho soa for some dis
tance from tho wreck, although farthor
out it was completely hidden by the leap
"Now, my lads," cried Captain Hardy,
"off with you, and mind you hold fust. If
wo wore boarding an onemy I wouldn't
ask you to go first; but this is a different
thing. I don't tako my foot oil' these
plankstill every othor man has left them;
so the sooner you get ashore tho less time
you'll keep mo waiting."
Tho concluding joke, grim as it was,
touched its hearers in the right nlaco.
They answered him with a cheer, and at
once began to push themselves off upon
their perilous journey. More than once a
stifled cry was heard from the depth of
darkness as a furious wave tore some poor
fellow from the slippery cord and whirled
him away to destruction; but tho greater
part reached tho shoro in safety, hailed by
tho lusty cheers of the fishermen. After
tho turn of tho men came that of the olll
cers. Ono by one they cleared tho deadly
space, till tho only man left upon the
wreck was the captain himself. All at
nee a torrible cry was heard, and the
first oflicer, turning hastily, saw the tope
tossing loose upon the waves. It had
snapped in the middle!"
"God help mun," muttered an old fish
erman sadly; "it be a' over tvi' mun
"What!" shouted Thompson, start
ing up from the wet shingles upon
which he had been lying exhausted. "All
over with him, d'ye say? Not while we
have hands of our own, anyhow!"
"Why, Bill, what's got you?"
ono of his comrades jokingly. I
you say myself only last weck.ua
give a year's pay to see the old man in a
scrape lie couldn't get out of."
"And what o' that?" retorted the othor
savagely. "D'ye think Bill Thompson's
the man to remember any sich foolery
when there's a brave man dyin' right
afore his very eyes. I tell ye he give me
his hand afore the wholo ship's company
just as if him and mo warn't cap'n and
A. B. at all, but man and man, and I'll
help him somehow, if 1 have to die for it."
"Ee bc'st a brave, lad," said one of the
fisherman approvingly, "but boat nor line
can never reach yon man now. God ha''
mercy upon mun's soul!''
"And so we'ro all to git safo ashcr
and leave our cap'n behind to drown!"
cried a sailor, fiercely. "That 'ud be a
nice story for English blue-jacket's to tell,
wouldn't it? Mates, are we men, or are
we a pack o' skulkers as oughtn't never to
show our faces on blue water iigin?
Who'll help me to take a boat out to
cried the Old
are we to
"Come along, then!"
"Bide ve. bide vo. lads!"
fisherman: "ee'll do nautrht o1 irood thilr1
way. But I'll tell 'ee what ye mod do, if
the wind 'ud only shift a p'nt or two n
the oast'ard, as it do seem to be for
"It is shifting; I see it!"
Thompson, eagerly. "What
do, daddy; tell us quick!
"Ee see you p'int?" said the veteran,
indicating the rocky headland that closed
in tho bay to tho east. "When Hie wind
be south-and-by-west, it do mak' a eoor
rent across the bay, right clown to the
rocks where tho vessel be lyin'; 'ee mod
get to mun so.
Tho impatient crow
time to finish. One
shook tho air. and in
bruised, half-drowned, starving men, who
had seemed hardly aSj$ to stand a few
minutes before, were running like mad
men toward the point, where they scarcely
waited to let the wind change sufficiently
for their purpose before launching a boat
and pulling furiously toward the wreck.
Meanwhile, how fared it with the doom
ed captain? Perhaps even his stout heart
may have failed for a moment, at the
thought of his young wife far away on the
barely gave him
an instant tlivse
sunny iveutisn snore, and the two little
girls that were praying that "papa might
come safe back from sea." whilo ho stood
thcro alone with death. But, whatever
might bo the peril that threatened him,
there was no "white feather" about Cap
lain Richard Hardy; and the eyes that
had faced without flinching the grinning
muzzles of French cannon looked just as
fearlessly upon the gnshing waves. Sud
denly a loud hurrah came rolling over tho
wild sea, and the rising moon, breaking
for a moment through tho inky masses of
cloud, showed him a boat coming straight
toward him, in tho bow of which sat tho
scapegrace Thompson, bending to his oar
with tho strength of a giant.
And as they approached ho could hear
bonoath his feet the rending of tho tim
bers, and tho gurgle of tho fatal water as
it poured in, keeping time to the oar
strokes of his deliverers.
"Pull, boys," roared Thompson, "will
yer let him drown afore yer eyes?"
At that moment a mountain wave broke
over tho wreck, completely burying it for
an instant. A torriblo crash was hoard,
and when tho spray cleared it was seen
that the vessel had parted amidships, and
that the whole after part was clean gone.
Tho bow, however, still held firm, and
upon it, shadow-like in tho. fitful moon
ltjrht, stood the daik figure of tho captain.
"Hold up, your honor! " shouted Thomp
son; "another minute and you're saved!"
But it is often that "other minuto"
which makes all the difference. Just as
the boat ran alongside the week another
tremendous sea overwhelmed both. There
was n second crash, louder than the first,
and nothing remained of the strong ship
bu' Rising chaos of broken timbers.
But where was the captain?
Amid the blinding spray and the deaf
ening uproar no one but "the man beside
him noticed Bill Thompson twist a rope
around his left arm and plunge into the
sea. But the next moment his call was
heard from the midst ot tho mass of float
ing wreck, and his comrades, hauling m
the line, brought with it Captain Hardy,
senseless from tho blow of a falling splin
ter, and Thompson himself bleeding freely
from a terrible gash in the forehead. (
And now came the hardest part of the
work. To return to the point against the
current was simply impossible. Their
only chance was to head straight for tho
shore, right through the worst fury of the
breakers. More than once all seemed over
with them; but the old fisherman t who
steered was an cool and steady as if only
on a pleasure trip, heeding the seas that
almost filled the boat no more than drops
of rain. The moment hr keel touched
the sand a score of strong hands were
ready to dracr them beyond the reach o
the waves, while a louder cheer than all
burst forth when it was seen that not one
nnn was missing.
Years later, when Commodore Sir Rich
ard Hardy retired from the service, with
a pension and a baronetcy to console him
for the Iofs of his left arm, he was never
seen unattended by his confidential ser
vant, a short, thick-set man, with a deep
scar across his forehead, whoso favorite
after-dinner story was "how me and his
honor was pretty nigh swamped 'bout
twenty-five years ago, when the old Sea-
bird wpnt ashore in KidgOniount bay.
A Fortunato Indorse?.
It is our observation that not every one
who "backs his neighbor's paper" always
escapes with his purse untouched. But
there are occasions where a man can give
his indorsement and convey a benefit all
around. Mr. A. W. Wetzel, of Nauvoo,
111., suffered for years with Dyspepsia,
and used all Uycln of medicine in vum,
until he tried the Hamburg Drops, which
quickly cured him. lie now warmly in
dorses this wonderful remedy. Indianap
olis (Ind.) Daily Sentinel.
Thoir Solo Support.
From tho New York Mail.
Sara Bernhardt complains that no wo
man can live on $G,000 a year, all that is
allowed by the Comedie Francaise. A
woman needs at least 917,000, Sara says,
and then sho can save nothing for old age.
Sara, as is well known, is the sole sup
port of her fatherless family.
A Groator DlHcovory than lilcotriclty.
I have spent over two thousand dollars,
said J. D. L. Harvey, Esq., of Chicago, to
cure my wife of Rheumatism. Two bot
tles of St. Jacob's Oil accomplished what
all the medical treatment and other reme
dies failed to effect. I regard it as a
greater discovery than electricity, and a
boon to the human race Chicago Tribune.
In Paris the fashionable shoes for morn-,
ing wear are the Indian slippers, in velvet,
embroidered in gold or silver, fastened
round the ankle by a wide bangle, which
is closed by a buckle or gold serpent; also
very high heels.
No cooil ProHching:.
No man can do a Rood job o work, preach
a good flormon, try a law Huit well, doctor n
patient, or write a good articlo when he feels
raiaerablo and dull, with flluggiiih brain and
unBteady nerves, and nono should make tho
attempt in such a condition when it can bo ro
easily and cheaply removed by a little IIop
Bitters. Seo other column. Albany Times.;
"I will not learn a trade!" said a Chi.
cago lad to his father. But this busines3
of learning a tiade is only matter of time,
for within a year that lad was studying
harness making in state prison.
The most troublesome and dan&rous
effects sometimes arise from the slihtets
cause, and often the Baby's seriois sick- r
ness could bo prevented by prompty using
Dr: Bull's Baby Syrup at the befinnim
Prico only 25 cents a bottle.. .
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Brown says that the bestway (o retain
a young lady's affectionfiji not to eturn
ta (80 roarH
Nile, ITIoh., Ilea
uuruuoro us ;ean, urupflHta (BU jroarH in
busincBH) writi uh that Jay's Kd.ney Pad
giveH better hh faotiou tbn any rpaedy they