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JANIE, THE GENTEI AN.
BY MABEL C. DOWD.
There's a dear little ten-year-old down the
With eyes so merry and smile so sweet.
I love to stay with him whenever we meet;
And I call him Jamie, the gentleman.
His home is of poverty, gloomy and bare,
His mother is old with want and care
There's little to eat and little to wear
In the home of Jamie, the gentleman.
He never complains-though his clothes be
No dismal whinings at hunger or cold;
For a cheerful heart that is better than gold
His brave little Jamie, the gentleman.
His standing at scbpol Is always ten
"For diligent boys make wise, great men,
And I'm bound to be famous some day, and
Proudly says Jamie, the gentleman.
"My mother shall rest her on cushions of
The finest lady in all the town,
And wear a velvet and satin gown"
Thus dreams Jamie the gentleman.
"Trust ever in God," and "Be brave and
Jamie has chosen these precepts two;
Glorious mottoes for me and for you;
May God bless Jamie, the gentleman.
tltt tb t 1.
BEaTII IN TiE PIT.
Amy Glover was the prettiest
lass in the village, and I loved her,
but, as for that, all the young chaps
in the village were of the same
mind, but she never looked at one
more than another. One day there
was no work in the pit for my gang,
and so I made i.p my mind that I
would go and have it out with Amy.
I set out with a brave enough
heart, but just as I reached the
cottage, who should come out but
Amy herself looking prettier than
ever; but - appearing so suddenly
she dashed my spirit, and I hadn't
a word to say to her.
"Why, Charley, what is the mat
ter?" she cried, in a frightened sort
"Well, it is just this," I said.
And there I came to a full stop.
"Is anything wrong with Jack?''
she asked, eagerly.
"Yes; he is down in the pit, and
they say it is foul. which makes
mother and me uneasy. You've
not heard anything?"
"No," I answered, steadier now
that I could comfort her. "lie is
all right. You musn't mind what
the old women say, or you'll be
looking for a blow up every day in
the year, when there is nothing
more than common. I haven't come
about Jack; it is about myself."
She looked at me; then her
cheeks flushed, and she turned
"I want to tell you how I love
you; I can't say all I want to, but
here I am, and I wouldn't change
for a king if you will take me as I
"Ah, you don't know how you
pain me," she answered.
"Don't say that, Amy; but if you
have pity in your heart show it to
me, and I'll cherish you to the day
of my death."
"It is no use. I can never mar
ry a pitman. I gave the promise to
mother and Jack over the graves of
father and three brothers, all killed
at the same tinie."
She looked at me thr'ough a mist
of tears. and I turned .and left her
without another word.
I felt as if the sun would never
shine for me any more; I thought I
might as well be in my grave as to
try to live there. Why shouldn't
I go to Yorkshire or Derbyshire, or
even to the diggings in Australia,
for that matter? The notion of it
gave me a little spirit. I turned
my thoughts, and I stepped out
more briskly, going strait home.
I hadn't much to settle the?e tonly
to bid1 gc4by to the people I lived
with, and I soon came out, pack on
back, and began my tramp.
"I was walking on, when sud
denly the air rang with a crash
which shook the ground, I. knew
what it signified; such wounds de
note but one result in the black
country, and, throwing down my
pack, I darted off to the pit.
It didn't seem a minute before I
came to the dnst nea rondA the
pit's mouth, but some were there
before me, and people were rushing
from the village in a stream. The
smell from the pit almost threw me
down as I came up, and I hat to
get my breath a little when three or
four of us crept on to the month
and looked down. The explosion
had destroyed the cage, but it hadn't
injured the signal-rope; hence a
means of communication remained
for any one immediately below. As
soon as I saw this I proceeded to
rig a cross-bar, and presently had
"Just lower me gently; I may
pick up one or two, if there's any
near," I said to two banksmen.
"You can't go down yet," said
the viewer, "How many are there in
"Half an hour ago - there were
fifty; but I'm thankful to say they
all came up but ten," replied the
"And they are lost, for there will
be another explosion presently,"
said the viewer.
"I'll go down, anyhow," I said
doggedly; and if nobody lowers me
"I'll jump down."
A good many were on the heaps
now, and two or three called out,
"Good-by, God bless you, dear
lad." The banksmen lowered me
down, and I sank through the pit's
mouth, A Davy lamp was tied
round my waist, and I held a rope
in my hand, so that I might signal
to be hoisted up, if the air became
foul. But I had no intention of
going back until I had searched the
pit and seen if there were any alive.
One thing, I didn't care about my
life, and another I would have been
ashamed to face the folks above
without doing something, so I felt
impatient that they lowered me at
such a snail's pace, and I kept look
ing up and downto measure the dis
tance yet to be traversed. But my
progress was notified by the in
creasinggdensity of the air which
began to affect my breathing; and
as I went on I had to shift my face
from side to side to make a little
current. At last my feet touched
I looked yound as I jumped off
the straddle, and saw the furnace
was out, which put a stop to the
ventilation of the mine, and no air
entered but by the shaft. The
stench was ov rpowering, and from
this and the silence I guessed the
worst. It was evident that the
explosion had killed the horses, for
no sound can.e from the stables,
which were close to the shaft; and
what hope could there be for hu
man b)eings in a distant part of the
pit? I did not stand to make these
reflections; I was working forward
as they went through my mind. I
kne w the old pit blindfold, but what
with the gloom and my shortness
of breath, I was some minutes
scrambling for the incline. When I
reached the first gallery I pushed
open the trap and went on a few
steps, but my lamp was "afire,"
and I knew the atmosphere was so
much gunpowder. As I stumbled
along it came into my head what
Amy had said about Jack being in
the pit. I rushed forward like mad;
my foot struck something; I bent
over what appeared to be a corpse,
and the gleam of my lamp fell upon
its face. It was Jack. I caught
him in my arms, and with the
strength o,f a giant and the speed of
a deer2,hardIly conscious, hardly
breathing-I made a daslf for the
It was easier work going back,when
you were in the main or horse road,
and I found that Jack was breath
ing when I reached the sllaft. The
discovery kept all my senses at
work without my seeming to notice
it. I only felt there would be
another explosion. I placed Jack
on the straddle and tied him hand
and foot; then pulled the signal
rope, and as the people above haul
ed the tackle, I hung on by my
It wasn't till we had reached
twenty feet up that I felt the strain
of standing on nothing; but from
that moment it became terrible. My
hands seemed ready to snap and my
head spun round in an agony. I
watched the mouth of the pit until
my eyes swam, and I thought I
must drop before I r-eached the
top. Then they began to hoist fas
ter; I could pee the walls of the
abaft: I could feel the purer air-. I
heard voices; and presently strong
arms caught me, and I was landed
on the bank.
They had Jack off the straddle
before you could look round, and
he was carried away, while they
raised my head and poured a little
brandy in my mouth. I called out
for the viewer.
"What is it, Charley Baston?"
he asked, bwtding over me.
"Everybody away from the mouth
of the pit, sir," I said.
"You are right; it will come in a
minute or two, he answered.
They got me to the top of the
bank, when I heard a scream, and
there was Amy trying to throw her
self on her brother, but kept back
by the other women. She never
glanced at me. I wished then that
I had stayed in the pit, or let my.
self drop from the bar as I came
up, and so escaped seeing her
again. But I made up my mind
that I had looked on her for the
last time. I told my helpers that I
could walk now and when they
let go my arms I turned toward the
moor intending to pick up pack and
drag on to the next village. But I
could no morewalk five miles than
I could fly. When I came to my
pack I sank down by it and felt
that I must give up. I was so beat
that though the second explosion at
the pit shook the ground under me,
I didn't lift my head. All I thought
of was lying quiet. By degrees I
recovered a little strength, and my
thoughts took me to my old lodging,
where I decided to rest before I
set out on my wanderings.
The day passed, and the night,
and the next day, and I was still in
bed, the good folks of the house at
tending me like a child. My limbs,
which had been racked with pain,
now felt easy, and I was ready for
a start again. But I thought there
would be opposition, so I got up
very quiet, and was putting on my
things, when the door opened, and
in came Jack Glover.
"Hilloa, Charley here we are !"
he cried, seizing my hand and giv
ing it a hearty squeeze. "Who
would have thought of us two being
"Well, Jack, I am glad for you,
bnt I shouldn't have cared for my
"I have something on my mind."
"You !" he said, laughing and
giving me a little push. "Here, sit
down and have a pipe, and it will
all go off like the smoke."
"I don't care if I never smoke
a pipe again," I said savagely.
"Now, I'll tell you what it is;
you've been having a tiff with our
"Well, you know best about that,
but you were seen talking with her,
and she had a crying fit directly after.
And when she heard from me that
it was you brought me up from the
pit, she fell fainting in my arms."
"Didn't she know that until you
bold her?" I asked.
"Then I'll just tell you all about
der and me," I said.
I was long time telling it, but
Jack sat by as if was listening to a
lay or a sermon at chapel. I told
aim of the feelings Amy had raised
.n my heart; told him how I had
w'atched for her; thought of her;
Ireamed of her; and, finally re
:ounted our .latest colloquy. Jack
iever moved a muscle, and not
ill I stopped for l?reath did he
nut in a word.
"Don't you think you have been
a little fast old boy?" he then said.
"How do you mean?"
"Why, in giving up so. Suppose
wrhen Amy said she couldn't have
you, you had put your arm around
der waist and said she must?"
The view bad never struck me,
and rather took me aback.
"But there was her promise to
you and her mother never to marry
"So there was. But did you
never hear that promises were made
to be broken?"
"I can't say but I have," I mut
tered, clapping on my hat.
"Where are you going?"
"You wait here a minute."
With that I took two strides
down the staijs into the road into
Mirs. Glover's cottage. I stood out
ide a minute, then I opened the
door, and thefent tMinglTsaw wan
Amy sitting by her mother looking 1
like a ghost-only ghosts never .
look pretty. She gave me one look
then started up and sprang into my
arms. My heart was so full I
couldn't speak at first, but I thought i
I must do something, so I slipped
my arm around her waist as Jack; i
recommended. Now I felt sure of I
her, and of all the happiness the I
world could give, and as my breast
swelled proudly I began to bear a
little malice. 1
"Ah, Amy, if you had only loved
me," I said. ]
She tightened her arms around my I
"How happy we might have I
been !" I continued. I
"Then we can be, Charley," she E
"How? We can never marry, you
The little fingers unlocked, and I <
felt Amy falling away, but I re- I
membered Jack's.counsel and held I
on by her waist. 1
"There's your promise to your t
mother and Jack; how are we to get 3
over that?" I continued.
"I forgot that," faltered Amy, as c
white as a sheet. I
"And what do you say to it, r
mother?" I cried to the old lady. c
Mrs. Glover got up and took t
Amy's hand and put it in mine. '
"That's what I say to it," she r
said heartily, "and Jack is of the I
same mind." I
"And this is what I say to it," I I
cried, giving the girl a kiss. 1
You won't be surprised to hear r
that we were married the next week. I
And now I am the viewer of the
colliery; and as for Amy, she will t
tell you that, though she has mar- t
ried a pitman, and has her ups and (
downs like other people, there is t
no happier woman in the kingdom. C
t ~ I
OUR NEW YORE LETTER
From our own Corresponlent. ]
BRIDGE MAD-ST. BRIDGET'S DAY- l
THE CITY FILLED WITH STRAN- I
. GERS-THE NIGHT SCENE ON THE (
RIVER-SOMETHING FAR AHEAD 1
OF THE CENTENNIAL-THE PRESI
DENT GROWING OLD - FREDDY
GEBHARD'S LATEST SET - TO -
GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND'S f
NEW YORK, June 5, 1883. t
*Brooklyn has been bridge mad
for a week past, and New York be- '
came so yesterday. Truly how- a
ever, there are few celebrations in a I
nation's career that so thoroughly I
appeal to pride, and give reason J
for national satisfaction, as the ~
completion of this stupendous and a
yet graceful structure. It is an c
American piece of work throughout; I
and the crown set yesterday upon I
the brow of John Roebling reflects a
honor and credit upon the whole c
American people. As Mayor Low r
pointedly stated, when, in 1837, not I
far from where the bridge now I
hangs, a screw-dock was built, we a
had to send to England for li
the engines. To-day not a splinter, ti
not a bolt, nor a cable, is of any- a
thing but American growth and a
American manufacture. The genius,
too, that dictated it is American;
the money raised for it comnes out of d
our pockets; and not a structure ex- I
ists in the entire civilized world ,
that can compare with it in solidity, e
vastness, and at the same time so h~
graceful in its appearance. n
Of course the city is filled with za
strangers. There must have been a a
million of strangers from all parts ti
of the country here yesterday. They ti
even came from across the Alle- a
ghenies, and in several hotels they s
had to place cots in the parlors. b~
But, then, the sight these people k
witnessed last night fully repaid a
them for their trouble. Talk of a
your Centennial! It was a mereg
flea-bite compared with the grand, e
at times awe-inspiring scene that at p
least three million of people wit- t)
nessed last evening when the fire- c
works were set off from the bridge, h
when the North Atlantic Squadron e
and its five large men-of-war were o
illuminated by electric light, when, s
from the hill-tops of New Jersey, a
balls of fire greeted the rejoicings I
of happy Brooklyn, with her church- h
esuiluminated, the ships in the har-j'
bow decked with Chinese lanterns, a
he forts from time to time belching
orth the salutes that were almost
frowned by the huzzahs of the
nasses, every pier, every dock,
,very tug, every craft filled with
vell-dressed men and women, every
me of whom felt the better for wit.
iessing a scene that crowned the
riumphs, not of war, but of civiliza
ion, progress and labor.
The only man most observed by
ill, who, it struck me, was the most
ensive, the most calm, was the
"resident of the United States.
?verywhere he was received, both
tere and in Brooklyn, with tremen
Ions hurrahs, to which he continual
y responded in his own gentleman
y style. Yet there was an air of
adness about him. He looked
areworn, haggard, and to us all
rho have known Chester A. Arthur
a the handsome, jolly New-Yorker
>f the past, he is no more the same.
.verybody was surprised to see
ow wonderfully he had aged. He
ooked at least 25 years older yes.
erday than he did when, only three
ears ago, he stood side by side
rith poor Garfield on the balcony
f the Fifth Avenue Hotel, full of
ope, full of cheer, and full of that
obust life which he had acquired
iuring his many years of activify in
be best circles of the metropolis.
'o me he looks no longer the same
ian; and his own face shows that
e is tired of official life, and that
e longingly looks to the day when
e once more can resume his city
ife, his club visits, his social con
ections, his pastimes and his law
The 'knock-down' epidemic seems
3 be around. We had quite a num
er of them during the week. Young
irebhard, the escort of Mrs. Laig.
ry, got a taste of Mr. Sanford's
pen hand simply because the lat
er was leaving Delmonico's at the
idnight hour with some of his
riends, and Gebhard was asking
Lim whither he was going; he re
lied that they were going to see
ome "ladies," perhaps also Mrs.
angtry. Gebhard said that was a
ie, and in response to that state
aent he was made to produce some
laret, not from Delmonico's cellar,
ut from his own nose. It is a
hame, however, the manner this
oung Freddie Gebhard is bothered,
,nd it is simply because the other
ellows are jealous of him. They
rould all be glad to have such a
ice girl at their heels as this young
George Alfred Townsend, the
rell-known journalist, also received
severe drubbing at the Gilsey
louse, night before last, from the
rother of Maud Harrison. George
Llfred, who writes for a dozen pa
era, it appears, has lately made a
evere attack upon various women
f the theatrical profession, in fact,
e stated, that few of them are no
etter than they ought to be,
everely criticizing also the conduct
f Maud, who lives quietly with her
iother in 23d street. Her brother
)uncan who is a well-built Custom
[ouse officer, gave George Alfred
most severe licking, and the pro
fic quidriver did not even attempt
> defend himself, and took it ex
etly like a school-boy takes a
Before the publication of "Stu
ents' Songs" pnblished by Moses
ing, the Harvard publisher, there
ras no collection of college music
c)ntaininlg the songs which have
ad their origin, and become pop
lar, within the ten or fifteen years,
ot merely at one college but at
[1 the leading colleges throughout
2e country. All existing collec
ons were out of date. The new
angs, of which a great number had
prung into life, were no where to
e found in print. They were
nown only to comparatively few;
nd unless they were put in perma
ent form, they would soon be for
otten and lost forever. The first
dition of "Students" Songs" was
repared with a view to preserving
iese songs and to make them ac
essible to all. The success of the
ook was immediate. The demand
iceeded the supply; and the sale
f the~ entire edition of six thou
and copies, in l6ss than four
ionths, showed how urgently the
eed of some such collection had
een felt. The second edition of
Students' Songs" was, in reality,
a entirely new book. It containd
UvArdesms at I
,10 $q@=nfoasilah 1zrmile
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none of the songs comprised
first edition, but was made p;
other entirely new songs I
merit and popularity. IAky~
predecessor, it had a most
able sale. The whole eMa .
five thousand copies was
exhausted before the de-a
half supplied. Fora logtpf
book has been out of prlnlc
has -been impossible to
The many who have tried in
to obtain a copy of"tde
Songs" will learn with pl
a third and greatlyenlargedii
of the book is just off the
The book comDpries the son.
both the first and the eo:
tions, and contains, bes,
than twenty pages of entielyl
music, including all the. v
college songs of the day with
accompaniment. Most of the.
in the book are copyrighted?
never before been printed,A
be found in no other collea ni
book is gotten up in exoeleitj
It makes a handsome quarto
sixty-four pages, nearly
size, with engraved cover-ot
and appropriate design.
has been taken in
songs and in making the
and no pains have been spm
make the book as nearly
possible. It is offered to te
lie as the only collection of
newest and most popular
The new edition of
Songs" was compiled by Mr.
liam Hills, Harvard class c[':
and is published by uMees
Cambridge, Mass. It is siabR
low price of fity cents.
"Why did you strike this
asked a justice of thepec
"I had skst e ,ue
or. He came to my house
day on avialt. H.
children and langhedst
ter's singing, turned up 1*s
a fish I had caught, and
wife to a great dealef
"But. all this gave you mo
to strike him with astiekot
"I know, but let me get
After dinner he took aklde
day seat and began to ta&on
Tariff question. Then I hit Mmda
"Tarfr, eh? I flne you ea
lars for not shooting him." .
When we see a tighti
man trying to enjoy a goel
with a smile on her mouth
tears in her eyes, we think-o
dear old: hymn which beghi.r
joy be ucconfined.'
- -- e - -
A giantess, MarianWdd
name, is being exhibited in
chester, Eng. She is
years of age, eight feet and
inches in height, and stil
Large feet are now so
among gentlemen of style that
cago dudes are wearingtei
gins to develop very early in
The first and greatest af
faults is to defradoursclves
Desperation is sometimes aspc
erful an inspirer as genras.
Despeaate diseases must~
A true man will not swere
the path of duty.
Bustle -is not indusuy noi
pudence courage .
Trust not the man who
with an oath.
Nothing is troublesome that.
We seldom repent pf se
eaten too little. -
Always look on the rigbht
If yo. areindibtombd