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Tho fairest rose, the richest mold, The richer mold the ranker grew Some lonely life within its fold From flrst to last. Wouldst breathe the rose Or break the pot and nose and nose? Nay, plead not 1 for self at last; The past, I have survived the past; My ruined rose, my wrecked repose; But plead I for that coming song. The sweeter, fairer rose. God is not far, man is not far From heaven's porch, where preans roll And yet shall speak from star to star In silent language of the soul; Yon star strewn skies bo but a town With ang«f!s passing up and down. "I leave my peace with you." Lo! these. His seven wounds, the pieiades Pierce heaven's porch. But resting there The new moon rocks the Child Christ in Her Bilver rocking chair. —Joaquin Miller in Overland. A MISTAKE. I had been trv.dging for 12 hours through the steaming rain, which had penetrated even the thick tweed suit I wore. It had rained steadily for 24 hours, and, judging from the thick, colorless sky and the white cloud wreaths that hung about the lower slopes of the mountains, there seemed every probability that a spell of bad weather had set in. Driven as with a goad by the utter discomfort of the dirty inn I had left behind me in the morning, I pressed on in the rain lashed gloaming toward the old Roman watering place on the south ern side of the Stelvio pass, Bad Bor mio. There, I knew, the joys of good food, clean linen and luxurious bath waited for me. Of course I ought not to have cast one thought on these comforts of civilization, for the Stelvio pass is one of the grandest in Europe, and it had been my privilege to behold the great Madatsch glacier and the cloud veiled head of the Ortler Spitz, as I stood at the top of the pass and looked over tho glories of the Tyrolean Alps. But I was very wet, very tired, very hungry, and I longed for my Capua down in the pleasant valley. My portmanteau had gone on by post—the carry all, om niscient post of foreign parts. At Bor mio I would rest me for throe whole days; good dinners would I eat and sparkling Asti would I drink, and I would make merry with any pleasant folk chance might throw in uiy way. And so the pains aud penalties of the poor pedestrian would be forgotten, or remembered ouly as a foil to the com forts of the present. I hurriedly pulled myself up at this stage of my reflections, for anticipation had made mo forget for a brief moment what was then my conditio;! The re lentless rain had worked its way to my skin. Only my feet were dry, thanks to the waterproof buots aud stout leggings I wore. I was as yet within some miles of my goal when I overtook two pedes trians whoso caso was much worse than my own, for these two belated wander ers were women, and the poor creatures' skirts wero wet and draggled and clung miserably about their limbs. Both were slender and young, and the heavy rain beat heavily on their heads and shoul ders. Bedraggled though they were, I saw at a glance they were ladies, and a few words uttered by one told me that they were countrywomen of my own. My interest and sympathy were at once enlisted. "Another hour, Betty, at most, and we can knock off. What a tramp we've had, and how it can rain in this won derful country!" Tho girl who spoke (she could only have been in her early twenties) had a fair, ruddy complexion, her cheeks look ed like roses that had had a thorough drenching, and a great lump of light brown hair, which showed beneath her soaked gray felt hat was heavy with diamond drops of water. Both girls wore neat ulsters, but the rain had evi dently soaked them through, and they clung tightly to the slim outlinos of their forms. I glanced quickly at the girl addressed as Betty. She was wet, but even pret tier than her companion. The steady tramp of my steps probably caused Betty some alarm, for she looked nervously over her shoulder. It was then that I saw what a very pretty girl she was, despite her somewhat disheveled state. On the impulse of the moment I raised my hat and muttered some sort of salu tation: "Oh, you're English!" The accent of pleasure was unmistakable and grati fying. The exclamation camo from Botty, whose dark eyes were turned full on me. Evidently the result of the inspec tion was favorable, for Betty smiled and showed a row of gleaming little teeth, whose whiteness was accentuated by the rich red <jf the lips that enframed them. The young lady's complexion was slight ly browned by exposure to the sun, but the lashing of the rain had brought a flush of pink to tbe smooth cheek, whose perfect contour was apparent as she turned toward me. "Yes, I am English, " I saidin a com fortable, elder brotherly tone, calculat ed to win the confitiepce of the:;e two in dependent damsels errant, "and 1 am on my way to Bad Bormio." "So are we, and we are 80 horribly wet, and tha road seems as if it would never end." "It is a long tramp from Trafoi, " 1 remarko'l. "Oh, we only came from Fiaiizen hoho this morning. We had some lunch at Santa Maria, and we hope to reach Bormio by dinner time, " said tho other girl, whoso namo I afterward kuew to ', be Kate, "for, to tell you the truth, we i are hoth awfully hungry. " "What hotel are you bound for?" I '.nquired. "The Nuovi Bagni.'" "~ "Ah, I am going there too. Will you allow me to walk with you and to carry that bag?" I added, pointing to a fair sized rucksack strapped to the supple back of Miss Betty. After a little demur the rucksack was unstrapped and attached to the haver sack I carried. I saw with satisfaction that the slender figure, relieved of its burden, drew itself more erect and moved forward with greater ease. The two girls, tramping unprotected along that lonely road which winds down from the summit of tho pass to Italy, seemed quite free from any fear of danger. The discomfort of rain soak ed clothing, boots heavy with mud, aud the fatigue consequent on the long tramp seemed to bo the only cause of complaint they had. "You see, when one is on a walking tour, one oan't 6too for weather," re STAUNTON, VA., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 17,1895. narked Betty, with a comprehensive glance round at tbe mist shrouded moun tains, the rain lashed rocks showing fchoir rich brown in vivid contrast to the gray sky and patches of vivid green moss. "One mnst take thegoudand the bad just as they come, liko the rough and tho smooth places on the road. My friend and I aro good walkers, and we enjoy a tramp like this in spite of the weather. '* I had got the idea that tho girls were sisters, although they wero quite unlike in personal appearance. Bit by bit I got to know more about my damsels errant, i They had walked most of tho way from ! Innsbruck, through the Brenner pass to Botzen. There they had taken the train ; to Meran, and thence had pursued their tramp, stopping several days ou tbe road at Spondelak, Trafoi and Franzmhohe. i "We shall Etay at Bormio a few days and rest, aud then we shall meet our bags again. You can't think how glad we are to see those bags. Wo quite love the very straps and buckles. |Do you know Bormio at all?" I avowed my ignoranca "Nor do we. There was an American lady we met at Innsbruck who recom mended the Nuovi Bagni tons. I think she thought us quite mad, but she was extremely kind. "Kittie," the added, suddenly ad dressing her companion, "do look down here at that leaping water. That must be the Adda." "Oh, our first Italian river, Betty 1 How jolly!" cried the enthusiastic Kate, her gray eyes beaming out from under her dripping hat brim. Then she looked down the valley and tried, I think, to realize that this rain beaten scene really was Italy. "Cheer up, Kittie; it will be fine to morrow and won't we revel in the sun shine when it comes?" It was Betty who spoke. The manner of the girls toward each other amused me. They seemed to take the role of guide and consoler in turns, just as, I have no doubt, they had taken-it in turns to carry the rucksack which I had now in my care. Independent though they were, the girls seemed glad of my companionship, especially when we passed through one of the dark, cavornous galleries roofed with stones, built to protect the road from avalanches. They chatted in a friendly, unembarrassed manner, and the sound of tho fresh young voices and the sight of tho two pretty faces did much to redeem the dreariness of the long, monotonous road. The next morning was a sumptuous ono. I was soon dressed and out of doors. I caught tbe sound of a woman's voice trilling out the refrain of an Ital ian volkslied. The larklike joyousness of the song seemed in harmony with the glorious morning. In a dreamy mood I listened. The singing voice flouted arar. I caught sight of a white straw Bailor hat and a pink cotton blouse. Italian peasant girls do not attire themselves thus. I am a trirln short sighted, but in a very few moments I was aware that, tbo early rising song stress was Miss Kate Mori=on. A glance at the hotel register bad informed me of the names of my fellow pedestrians. Sho looked very pretty and fresh. The mass of light brown hair was twisted up neatly at the back of her head. Clearly the luggage of the two girls had turned up, for there were no signs of travel stain about the trim blue serge skirt and the crisply starched pink blouse. I wished her good morning and in quired for her absent friend. "Oh, Betty is all right, thanks, only rather sleepy. I thought it a pity to waste one single hour of this heavenly morning, and 1 wanted to make a little sketch from the bridge." "An artist as well as a singer?" I in quired, smiling. "Oh, yon heard my chirruping, I sup pose. One must sing when one feols so utterly happy. Isn't the air exhilarat ing? But I must make my sketch. lean sit on the parapet—so—and get just tho view I want." Her busy pencil did its work with great rapidity, and when I asked per mission to look at the sketch I was real ly surprised at the masterliness of her touch and her knowledge of perspectiva She closed hor sketchbook, and we walked back together to the hotel. In She garden we met Miss Betty. She, ioo, looked dainty and fresh after her light's rest. The same source of infor mation that had made mo acquainted With Miss Kitties name had told me her's—Blount At breakfast I happened to mention her by name, and I fancied a look of surprise crossed her face at tho glibness i with which I uttered it. But her man- ; uer showed no displeasure, and I was encouraged to offer my escort for an ex pedition to tbe town of Bormio. The quaint, old world place, with its rough pavements and narrow streets, so Ital ian in its aspect, with the yellow wash ed bouses and curious loggias, and musty, silent church, delighted Miss Kittie and gave much occupation to her pencil But Miss Blount, whose artistic superiority her friend had proclaimed, did uot make any sketches, although, no doubt, she stored up impressions for future use. Nothing but a violent wrench would have enabled mo to leave Bormio. I lingered on, hugging my chains, and the two girls, for what reason I know not, lingered too. The place had a curious charm. It had the strength aud grandeur of the mountains and tho gloiy and glamour of the Booth. A week passed, dining which the two gills nnd I were almost always tog< ther. Thoir uitcr nnconvpn tiouulity surprised me, but it delighted mo too. Their plans were n„t fix- rl, but something had bean said onco or twice about extending their walking tour to tbe Engadine, by way of tho B-.irnina pass. I had just made up my mind that where they wont I would go, for tbe thought of Betty tramping unprotected and exposed to tho chance of insult filled mo with dismay. Already I assumed to myself the man's right of protection. The two girls listened respectfully, al- j most obediently, to my advice and mado no objection whatever when I declared that I, too, intended to visit the Euga diue and would go when they went. In my own mind I had fully planned how my romance was to end. I would marry Betty. We should be poor, but I knew her tastes were simple, and I would work trebly hard and win suc cess for myself and wealth for her be fore we were five years older. Of such visions is love guilty! As the girls were resolute to keep to their plan of walking from Bormio to Pontresina we set out in true bohemian fashion, like respectable gypsies. The roads were good, the weather perfect, and we tramped joyously to Bolladore and Tirano, staying a day here and a day there, just as the fancy took us. It was at Tirano that the climax of my brief madness came ana tne denouement of this adventnro befell. We wero housed in the Hotel San Michele, one ct the quaintest hostelries surely wherein a man might take hie ease, for the building had formerly shel tered a peaceful, sisterhood. The bed rooms were vaulted, the floors were of stone, and all the doors opened on to a broad, cloisterlike gallery. At the end of this winding gallery was an immense loggia, which looked on the piazza aud tho cathedral—a pilgrimage church— whither on great festivals the faithful were gathered together from all the sur rounding villages. Perhaps it was the sobering influences of the gray old building, or the conven tual air of the place, or the asceticism which breathed from those cell-like bed rooms, but certainly on tbat third even ing of our sojourn there the girls' man ner had changed. Betty's beautiful face was sad and clouded, and Kitties gay ety had vanished. After dinner she pleaded a headache and went to her room, and Betty looked troubled as she left us, but did not offer to follow. I suggested a stroll in the convent gar den, whencg came the click of the bowls, for tbat old world game was al ways in full swing after the day's work was over. The garden, being large, served as an open air club to tbe towns people. Betty agreed, and we were soon in the cool, high walled pleasance—a quiet spot, where all we heard of tho players was the click of the ball and tbe distant sound of laughter and talk. The sun had set, and a cool breeze was whispering among the broad leaves of the fig trees. In the grass the drone of the grasshopper made a sleepy mur mur. Betty was curiously silent, a trifle embarrassed in manner, and somehow this unwonted shyness and taciturnity gave me confidence in myself. I talked to her about many things, as if I were entitled to her sympathy, told her of my struggles, of my ambitions, of my hopes —talked as a man rarely talks save to the woman he loves and hopes to win for his wife. Somehow or other—made bold, I think, by a tender softening of her face when I spoke about the hardness of the struggle for fame when the struggle is made single handed—l blurted out my secret. I loved her, and life would be a desert without her love. Then in the gray twilight I saw a white, astonished face and two large frightened eyes look at me almost in horror. "Mr. Aslehurst," she panted, "you are surely mad! It is not I you love. It is"— she stopped and bit her lips. Good heavens! It was the old compli cation. I read her unspoken thought in a flash. She believed it was Kittie I loved; that it was for Kitties sake that I had dangled at their heels all this time. I was about to protest that it was she —Betty, and she only that I loved— whou she resumed, in a calm, self pos sessed tone: "Yoivmnst forget that you have ever spoken so to me, Mr. Aslehurst; that you havo ever thought of me—in that way —for lam married already. My hus band is coming to join us at Pontre sina." I stared at her incredulously for a moment. "But, Miss Blount"— "1 was Miss Blount once. I am Mrs. Field now. Perliaps you know my hus band. He is a barrister too. He could not get away sooner, because he had some important case to work up, "she went on rapidly. "It is all Kittie Mori son's fault—this—this dreadful mistake. Kittie was my greatest chum before I married last year. She was very angry with me for marrying, and she persuad ed me, just for the sake of old times, when we used to come abroad together for walking tours, to be Miss Blount again. It was she who wrote the name in the hotel book at Bormio, and when yon called me Miss Blount Kittie was delighted and insisted on keeping up the joke." "That was a Jittle rough on me," I said in a crestfallen way. The comical side of the situation was apparent to me, and for the moment I forgot the pangs of despised love. "We did uot mean any harm," she murmured humbly. "Wo used to have such splendid times together when we toured about, Kittie and L When I Heard you call me Miss Blount, I almost forgot that I bad a husband in London." "Poor Field! He would not bo flat tered. " "You know my husband?" "Slightly. We meet pretty often in hall," I auswered dryly. "Oh, Mr. Aslehurst, what must you think of me? But Ido love Edward, aud I—l shall be so happy to see him at Pontresina. We are a model couple, and ever so contented. I—l thought that you admired Kittie Morison. She is such a dear, good girl. . Sho has always been very independent and high spirit ed, but"— Again she stopped, nnd I read iv Mrs. Field's beautiful fa'ietbo gist of a little romance that had no doubt been simmering in her brain ever since our meeting in the rain swept pass of Stelvio. Alas, how easily things go wrong! I had fallen in luve with the wife instead of with the maid, thanks to Miss Kittio Morisnu's little freak. Betty—l must call her by the name I have called her alwuys iv my thoughts—Betty had al lowed the freak to be indulged, and I was a broken hearted man—for fully 36 hours. But I could not iv mere civility leave the two forlorn women to trudge together to Pontresina, especially now that I knew one of them was the wife of a brother barrister. By the time we reached our Alpine Mecca we wero ihe best of friends again. Field tnrued up a day or two later, and I staid on. for we all found four a pleasaiiter number than three in our mountain expeditions, and really, Kittio Morison—she has an other name now—was and is t very pretty girl, and she is certainly much less independent than when I first maJe her acquaintance.—Strand Magazine. tost the Priie. The late James Crossley, a noted bibliomaniac, hied him oue memorable day to a bookstall in Shudehill market, and spying a little volunio took it up and glanced carelessly through it. After awhile he asked its price from an old woman and was told it was two and sixpence, "I 11 give you sixpence for it," said Crossley. "Nay," replied tho poor old dame, 3shillings." Whereupon our book devonrer threw it down in disgust and retired. A gentle man, overhoaring the altercation, stop ped forward and purchased it at the sum demanded. Crossley returned soon after, and noticing the book had gone auxion. ly inquired what had become of it. "Sold," answered the woman, "for what you refused to give. " "Tell me who bought it and I'll give him 10 shillings tor it!" said Crossley eagerly. The moral is solf evident.—Exchange. SHE WAS A WOMAN. And For This Reason There Was No Occ*. hian For Surprise. The sun beat down that blistering aft ernoon ou the little adobe cabin just be yond tho arroyo, aud on tho far side in tho shade sat twoswolteringcow punch era with a pack of cards between them. It was too hot for even this mild exer cise, but it served to keep their minds off the W6.ither, and they played lazily along. At last one of them threw his cards down. "By gravy, Bill," he exclaimed, "I can't play any more." "What's the matter?" inquired Bill. "Too hot for you?" "No. 'Taint that, though the Lord knows it's mast hot enough for any thing. It's that little girl down there at old Slooum's." "What's she got to do with the game?" asked Bill in surprise. "Nothing much, I guess, but a good deal with me." "How?" and Bill picked up the pack and began shuffling the cards aimlessly. "Oh, I don't know." "Stuck on her? ' inquired Bill, with a laugh, which struck bis companion as rather harsh. "Not exactly, I gaess. " "She's the purtiest thing in this val ley," said Bill admiringly. "I know it," admitted the other. "I was down there last night, and she was sweeter than ever." "Well," impatiently, "what are you going to do about it?" "What would you advise?" "That depends on what kind of ad vice you want." ' 'I was thinking about marrying her.'' Bill gave a long whistle and stopped shuffling the cards. "What, marry a half breed, and you having the kind of folks yon have back in tbe east?" he said seriously. "I don't see how I can gut out of it honorably," ho reluctantly (xarfeased. "I've been going down there to nee hei for six months now, and she has beeii kind of <x| me to come. I didn't think much about it at first, but now blame me if I don't th : s;k about her pretty much all the time. The last four or five times I've been to see her she showed me straight that she thought a lot of me, and last night she told me everything, and said if I left her her heart would break and she would drown herself in the river. I can't stand tliat, you know, and besides I'd rather marry her myself than have anybody else marry her." "She'll git old man Slocum's prop erty when be goes over the divide," said Bill thoughtfully, "and that 's worth a pile." "Yes, but I don't care for that. It's the girl aud my own honorable action in the matter." Tbey talked until the sun had sunk behind the mountain, aud by that time it was decided that Bill would go with his friend Joe aud Fettle the business with the girl's father, old man Slocnm. Early tho next mornimr they set out, and before the sun had reached tho hot place in the heavens tbey wero at Slo cum's. "Where's Meg?" asked Joe, after they had passed the compliments of tho morning. "Oh, she's skipped," answered Slo cnm, with a laugh. "Skipped?" gasped Joe. "Yes. Skipped some time in the night with Peto Smiley, and she needn't 'a' done it, fer Pete was agreeable to me," and he laughed again. Joe felt something rise in his throat and drop back again like a piece of lead. Bill looked at him curiously. "Gals will be gals," said Bill, turning to Slocnm, "but what we come down hero to see yon abont, Mr. Slocnm, is cattle," and he carried it through no bly.—Detroit Free Press. Panl Jones and the Privateer. The French embassador, tho Duo de Vauguyon, committed tho astounding faux pas of suggesting to Paul Jones that ho take command of a French pri vateer and thus escape from his danger ous situation in theTexel. Paul Jones' reply to this was an instant and haughty demand for an apology, which was promptly forthcoming. No man hated privateering and its "infernal prac tices," as he calls them, more cordially than Panl Jones. He wrote of privateers as "licensed robbers," and was natural ly iudignant at tbe affront offered him. Some years afterward in a French port he had au amusing controversy on the subject with Captain Trnxton, after ward the celebrated commodore. Trux ton was then in the humble capacity of captain of a private ship bent on plun der. He had the assurance to raise a pennant in the presence of Paul Jones without asking his permiackm and in defiance of the act ol onagri » forbid ding a privateer to heist a pennant un der such circumstances without the per mission of a naval ship's commander They had a tail correspondence, and Commodor: Traxtua was evident!; mightier with tho swurd than with the pen, as Paul Jones writes of him that there are in his letter "several words 1 ido not understand and cannot find in the dictionary." Paul Jones sent him "a polite message" to haul down tbe pennant. This being disregarded, an other polite message and Lieutenant Richard Deal with two armed boats were sent, and the pennant came down. —"Paul Jones," by Molly Elliot Sea well, in Century. Am Thanks Unnecessary? "A great deal is said about men be ing thanked for giving up their seats in tho street cars to women," said a man in conversation with a friend. "Now, for my part, I don't want to be thanked for simply doing my duty." "But is it your duty," asked the friend, "to give np a scat for which yon have paid and stand up the entire trip to accommodate a stranger:" "I look at it as a duty. It is a deal easier for a man to hang to a strap than it is for a woman. Tho fact tbat a woman is standing while I sit annoys me. It does not matter in the least to me tbat she is a stranger. I feel under obligations to give her my place." "That is gallantry," sneered his friend. "It comes nearer to being reciprocity. Every few days some man gives my wife or mother a seat in a crowded car, so I try to pass the courtesy on. Only yes terday I saw every man in a Gratiot avenue ear give np his seat to some woman. Not one was thanked, or look ed as if be expected to be, or indeed gave the woman in the oase a chance to thank him. It was done as if all be longed to one family, but tbe true spirit of politeness was in the atmosphere, and thanks, though not audible, were felt. To tell the truth, it embarrasses me to have a woman repeat tbat set formula, 'Thank you, sir!' " "I guess you're not often embar rassed," retorted his friend cynically, and there the conversation ended.—De troit Free Press. EARLY MINSTRELSY. GEORGE CHRISTY, ONE OF THE ORIGI NATORS OF THE SHOW. Interesting Scrapbook Left by the Cele brated Burnt Cork Artist —A Friend of Edwin Forrest and a Talented Co >i<-dlaua. Negro Minstrelsy In Great Britain. Mrs. E.lwina Forrest Fair, a daugh ter of the famous George Christy, who established negro minstrelsy in New York in 1847, chatted with me the oth er day very entertainingly regarding her father's career. She gave me his old scrapbook to refer to and several excel lent photographs and some old fashioned engravings. It seems so long since tbe days of the Christy minstrels tbat I rather expected to see an older looking woman than George Christy's daughter appears to be. She is an enthusiast over her father's memory. She has another sister living, and also a brother, George Harrington, ■who, instead of perpetuating the family trademark, has been known chiefly through his "beefsteak dinners" at the old Morgue club. "My father, known in private life as George N. Harrington, was a young man when he died," said Mrs. Fair. "He was only 40. Ho had a fine consti tution, it was thought, but ho wore his heart on his sleeve and put a year into every day. Being jovial, hearty and generous with every one, even his most humble employee, he was persistently sought by well known persons, and bis nature could not resist the compliment he felt their companionship to be. "One of his very particular friends was Edwin Pomat A tow days before I was born my father declared be would name bis cUiid for him. 'Whsr if lt*i n girl?' ns!c;-'i. my mother. 'T call her Edwins,' replied my firiier. -So you see I was named beforehand. otaei friend of his, my broth, rl was Theodore Thomas, who used black up and do 'nigger bosine==.' "AEfi why not.- Didn't Edwin Booth try it? It was a pity that my father did not live to make a great name as an actor in white, for he was considered a remarkable low comedian. In burlesque he used to sustain from one to half a dozen characters in a piece and exhibit wonderful versatility. He made a great hit with his Topsy in a burletta on 'Uncle Tom's Cabin.' He had a singu larly sweet singing voice, and as a dancer he had few equals. He was also a contortionist and seemed blessed with every physical possibility. "I was 18 years old when I last saw him, and that's a most impressionable age for a girl. I think Billy Birch copied a few of his characteristics, and George Thatcher has given some good imita tions of him, but they and such other men as Schoolcraft and Sweatnam are different in general style." Although I think it is generally un derstood that the Christy minstrels were the originators of that sort of entertain ment, individual negro delineation was done as far back as 1799, at the Federal Street theater, in Boston. The first idea of minstrelsy in its present shape, or before Mr. Haverly in troduced his "Mastodons," came forth in tbe spring of 1841, for one nij»ht only, at tho Chatham theater. Tho com pany was called the "Virginia min strels" and was made up by Dan Em met, Frank Brower, Billy Whitlock and Dick Pelham. The entertainment met with astonishing success. It was repeated subsequently at the Bowery amphitheater and at the Park. Fearing quick opposition here, the company, with G. B. Wooldridge at its bead, went to England. In London it performed for six weeks at the Adelphi in connection with Pro fessor Anderson, then known as "the wizard of the north." A misunderstand ing arising, a second company was or ganized by Pelham and Whitlock in connection with Joe Sweeney, and it traveled through Ireland and Scotland with success. Another company, called the "Ring and Parker minstrels from Boston," now came along, and while in Liverpool one of the members introduced the char acter Lucy Long, which became imme diately popular. Simultaneously minstrel companies were being organized in nearly all the American cities, and ou the return home of these two organizations they not only found plenty of rivalry, but much im provement on their plan. Now followed in notable favor the "Kentucky minstrels," the "Congo melodists" and "Buckley's serenaders." Then was organised tho famous Chris ty's, consisting of E, P. Christy Geotga N. Christy, L. Durand and T. Vaughn. George, who afterward bfcanio tho leader and was tho joyous spirit of the show, had previously a;.-•■ tha old Eajile Street theater, iv Buiiaio, in 1839, and m .i4\: rhe company started on its existence in tho same city in a hall on Water street. Geoige Christy was "bones" and Lansing Durand was "tambo." It is asserted that George was the original Lucy Long, the first to do the "wench business.'' He also made a hit as Cachuca. Tho first appearance of the company in New York was at the Palnia Opera House, in Chambers street. After vari ous visits to other localities it finally settled at 473 Broadway, in 1847, where it remained 11 years. George finally withdrew from the care of his foster fa ther, E. P. Christy, and with Harry Wood opened another hall at 444 Broad way, and a year later the original party went to California, and George became master of the situation. After several years of great success Messrs. Wood aud Christy opened the Fifth Avenue Opera House, in Twenty fourth street. Christy's last appearance on the stage was with Hooloy's min strels, in Brooklyn, on May 2, 1807. He died on May 13 at his homo and was buried from Trinity chapel three days later. His body is in Cypress Hills ceme tery—New York Herald. A Mother's Lament. It was in the Black sea that he fell from tho bridge, and the captain said, "Is it Jack that is overboard?" For he loved him liku a son, and he plunged in to savo him. And the water was wild, and he grasped—but it was only his cap. And a sad present it was that they sent me that Christmas —his silver watch and chain. And since then I have been weak and weary, for he wa9 the first of 13, and I loved him the best. Ah, Jesus sent and Jesus took! I know it must be so, but when I sit on the rocks I think maybo God took my sou to some island iv the sea, and when I see the birds skimming on the water 1 think maybo he was not drowned, bnt Will come up out of the sea to his mother, who nursed him so dear.— Qi«/,iraamrtri's Mauazine. Itattntott Ipectatot* RATES OF APVERriSINQ. Advertisements are inserted at the rates of 12ii cents per line, for the flrst, and D.'j cents for each subsequent insertion. Local Notices are inserted at the rate of 80 cents per line for the flrst, and 10 cents for each subsequent insertion. Business Notices are inserted at the rate of 15 cents for the first and 8 cents for each sub sequent Insertion. A liberal discount will be made on all orders for 3,6, or 13 months. Obituaries, Announcements of Candidates for office, and all communications of a persons al or private character, will be charged for an advertisements. NO. 32. FRAGILE, THIS. 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