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HARTFORD, OHIO COUNTY, EY MARCH 10, 1875.
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I would have killed you if b breath
Fraught with some insensate death,
Had power to breathe your life away
To to exhale that rose-hued clay,
That it had faded from my sight
Like rotes in a single night;
I would hare killed you thus and felt
My will a blessed doom had dealt:
Ah! would to God! then I had been
Unconscious of your scarlet sin,
Ah! when I thought your soul as white,
Ai the wDite rote you wore that night;
I wonder how your mother came
To rive you that tin-tallied name,
Did tome remorseless, vengeful fata
In mockery of your lofty ttate;
Because you wore the branded name
Fling oyer you its scarlet shame,
And nearer yet the hands stretch out,
A thousand silver trumpets shout
They lift you up through floods of light!
I see your garments growing ,it j'vj
And whiter still, too white to touch
The robes of ut who blamed you much,
They lift you np through floods of light,
The streaming splendor blinds my sight,
I feel the whirl of conntlett wings;
I lose the tense of earthly things;
The starry splendors barn anew,
The starry splendors light me through,
gain the diny height. I tee
There's room for yon; there's room for me,
There is no peace for you below,
That horrid heritage of wot,
There It co room foryou on earth,
Accursed from your hour of birth,
Bat where the angels chant and ting.
And where the amaranthe blossoms spring,
There's room for you, whohareno room
Where lower angels chanty oar doom,
. There! room for you! the gate't ajar!
-The white handt beckon from afar,
And nearer yet they stoep; they wait;
They open wide the jasper gate!
XE1X8L1TED FROK THC rEXXCB Or
" OCTAVE J.EUILLET.
Ualocet, 20th September.
I have just received vour letter. You
belong to the true breed of Monomotapa
friends, if&uL But m bat puerility! And
uch is the cause of your sudden return!
A trifle, a silly nightmare, which for two
successive nights caused you to hear the
sound or my voice calling on you for help!
Ah, bitter truita of the wretched German
cuisine! Really, Paul, you are foolish!
And yet you tell ine things that move me
to tears. 1 cannot answer you as I would
like to. Mybeartie lender, but my speech
is dry. I have never been able to tell any
one, "Hove youl" There is a jealous fiend
who alters on my lipa every word ot affec
tion, and imparts to it a tone of irony.'
iiut, thank uod, you know me!
Tf fiAAma tltot I tnfllrA unit lam.1, wTi!1a
-ou make me weep? Well, I am glad of
it. Yes, my noble .ad venture in I
ZD tbe fOreSt
tiaa had a sequel, and a sequel with which
i might nave very well dispensed. All
lheroisforlunes which you felt were threat
ning tse have actually happened to me;
rest easy, therefore.
The da7 lollowintr this fatal dav I beran
by reconquering the esteem of my hosts at
themill.iv relatineto them eood-natured-
Iv the most Dvouantetusodeof mv famous
race. I aw them beaming as they heard
the narrative; the woman in particular!
was writhing in atrocious' convulsions, and I
with formidable stretches of her iaws. ii
have cevereeen aavtbinir bo hideons in all
my life as.this coarse, cowherd's joy.
... . . . .
Aa a testimonial ol the complete resto-
tion of his svmpathv the miller asked me
if I was fond of hunting, took down from
n hook over his mantelpiece a long, rusty
tube, tbat made me think of Leather
Stocking's rifle. and laiditinlo mv hands,
while boastineof the murderous oualities
of that instrument I acknowledged his
. . ... 5 ..
Kindness wua an outward jshow of lively
.,---. i v-i , .
eausiacuon, nevtr caving uaa me neariivf c-jmcoocu iuc uuunnguuu
to undeceive neonle who think thev are I "Come! come!" he exclaimed, "let us
doing something to please me, and I start -
ea lor tne woods that cover tbe hillsides, I at mingling wiiu mat uanu oi uare-uruin-carryine
like a lance that venerable wea- ed scamps you see yonder, and whom I
ton. wbicuficemed indeed to me of the
most dangerous kind. I went to take a
seat on the heather, and I carefullv laid
down the Ions nun bv me: then I amused
rnyselrarmng away, by throwing stones
et them', the young rabbits tbat ventured
Imprudently in the vicinity of an engine
of war for tbe effects of which I could not
be responsible. Thanks to these precau-
tions, for over an hour that Ibis hunt last-
ed. no accident happened.
To speak candidly, 1 was rather glad to
allow thethonr to paw when the hunting-
party irom the chateau are m the habit ol
taking the field, not caring very much, coming to my house? My wife has request
through a remnant of vain-glory, to find I ed me to invite von: she has heard in de-
twoo'clock in the afternoon, I left my seat
oi mini, ana wua my me, eatienea mat i
bad, henceforth, no unpleasant encounter
to apprehend. I banded the blunderbuss
to the miller, who seemed somewhat sur-
prised to see me empty-handed, and more
BO, probably, tosee me alive still. I went
uj taise a tsiana opposite me ponai, ana i
undertook to finish a general view of the
ruin, a magnincent water-color, which is
certainly to secure the approbation of the
i was aeepiy aosoruea in ray wont, wncn
J suddenly fancied J could hear more dis-
tinctly than usual that sound of running
horses which, since my misadventure, was
forever haunting mv ears. I turned around
sharply, and I discovered the enemy with-
in two Hundred paces oi me. xnis time
he was attired in plain clothes, being ap
parently, equipped for an ordinary ride; he
had obtained, since the previous day sev
eral .recruits of both sexes, and now real
ly formed an imposing body. Though
long prepared for such an occurrence T
could not help a certain discomfort, and
1 secretly cursed those indefatigable taiers.
Nevertheless, the thoaglit of retreating
never occurred to me; I -had lost all taste
for flight for the rest of my days.
As the cavalcade drew nearer, I could
hear smothered laughter and whisperings,
the subject of which was but too evident
to me. I must confess that a spark of
anger was beginning to burn in my heart,
ana while going on with my work with
an appearance of unabated interest, and
indulging in admiring motions of the head
before my water-color, i was lending to
the scene going on behind me a eomber
and vigilant attention. However, the first
intention of the party seemed to be to spare
my misfortune; instead of following the
Dath bv the side of which 1 was established.
and which was the shortest way to the
ruins, they turned aside towards the right,
and filed by in silence. One alone among
them, falling out of the main group, came
rapidly in my direction, and stopped with
in ten steps of my studio; though my face
was bent over my drawing, I felt, by that
strange intuition which every one knows,
a human look fixed upon me. 1 raised
mv eVes with an air of indifference, drop-
pingthem again almost immediately; that
rapid gesture had been sufficient to enable
me to recognize that indiscreet oDserver,
the young lady with the blue feathers, the
original cause of all my mishaps. She was
there, boldly seated on tier norse, iier cnin
raised, her eyes half closed, examining me
from head to foot with admirable inso
lence. I had thought it best at first, out
of respect for her sex, to abandon myself
tvithout resistance to her impertinent cu
riosity; but after a few seconds, as she
manifested no intention of putting an end
to her proceedings, I lost patience, and,
raising mv head more openly, I fixed my
eyes upon her with polite gravity, but per
sisting steadiness. She blushed; seeing
which, I bowed. She returned me a
a slight inclination of the bead, and, mov
ing on at a canter, she disappeared under
the vault of the old church. I thus re
mained master of the field, keenly relish
ing the triumph of fascination I had just
obtained over that little person, whom
there certainly was considerable merit in
putting out of countenanoe.
The ride through the forest lasted some
twenty minutes, and I soon beheld the
brilliant fantasia debouching pell-mell
from the portal. I .feigned again a pro
found abstraction; but this time again, one
of the riders left the company and ad
vanced toward me; he was a man of tall
stature, who wore a blue frock-coat, but
toned np to his chin, in military style.
He was marching so straight upon my lit
tle establishment, that I could not help
supposing he intended passing right over
it for the amusementof the ladies." I was
therefore watching him with a furtive but
wide awake glance, when I had the satis
faction of seeing him stop within three
steps of my camping-stool, and removing
'Monsieur." he said, in a full and frank
tone of voice, "will you permit me to look
at your drawing?"
I returned his salutation, nodded in -token
of acquiescence, and went on with my
work. After a moment of silent contera
plation theunknown equestrian, apparent
ly yielding to the violence of his impres
sions, allowed a few laudatory epithets to
escape In in; then, resuming bis direct al
"Monsieur," he said, "allow me to re
turn thanks to your talent; we shall be in
debted to it. I feel quite sure, for the pres-
ervation of these rums, which are the or
nament of our district.
I abandoned at once my reserve, which
could no longer be anything but childish
sulkiness, and 1 replied, as 1 tbougbt 1
should, that he was appreciating with too
muc,i indulgence a mere amateur s
I v-cimmuij, uuu iuc cath u
saving these beautiful ruins, but that the
most important part, of my work threat'
ened to remain quite insignificant, for
want of historical information which I had
vainly tried to find in the archives of the
"Parblcu, Monsieur," rejoined the borse-
man, "You please me greatly. I have in
I my library a large proportion of the ar-
chives of the Abbey. Come and consult
them at your leisure. I shall feel grateful
to you lor doing bo.
I thanked him with some embarrass-
1 ment I regretted not to have known it
i i, -ri
sooner, l leareu Deing recauea 10 x'ana
oy a letter wuicn i was expecting every
day. Nevertheless, I had risen to make
this answer, the ill grace of which 1 strove
to attenuate by the courteousness of my
attitude. At this time J formed a clearer
idea of my interlocutor. He was a hand
some old man, with broad shoulders, who
I seemed to carrv with ease the weight of
I . ? 1 1. I 1.1
I some uuiv winters, una wuu&e ungut uiue
I .i ci:
1 speak frankly. You feel some repugnance
tried in vain yesterday to Keep out oi a
silly 'affair, for which I now beg to tender
jou my 6incere apologies. My name is
I the Marquis de Malouet, sir. After all
1 you went oti with the honors ot tne day.
I They wished to see you; you did not wish
to be seen. You carried your point. What
I else can you ask?"
I could not help laughing on hearing
such a lavorabie interpretation ot my un-
"You laugh," rejoined the old marquis;
"bravo! we'll soon come to an understand
ing, then. Now, what's to prevent your
tail all your annoyances of yesterday.
I She has an angel's disposition, my wife.
Khe is no longer young, alwavs ill;
a mere breath; but she's an angel. '
I'll locate vou in the library; you'll
live like a hermit, if vou like. Mon
Dieul I see it all. I tell vou: these madcans
of mine frighten you; you are a serious
man; 1 know al! about that sort of dispo
sition! Well, you'll find congenial com
pany my wife is full of sense; I am
no fool myself. I am fond of exercise; in
fact, it is indispensable to my health
but you must not take me lor a brute!
The devil! not at all! I'll astonish
you. You must be fond of whist;
we'll have a game together. You must
like to live well delicately, I mean, as it
is proper and suitable for a man of taste
and intelligence. Weill since you appre
ciate good living, I am your man; I have
ah excellent cook. 1 may even say that
I have two for the present: one coming in
and one going out; it is a conjunction; the
result is, a contest of skill, an academic
tourney, of which you will-assist me in ad
judging the prize! Cornel" he added,
laughing ingenuously at his own chatter
ing, "Its .settled, isn't it? I'm going to
carry you on. itappy, .ram, thrice hap
py is the man wbo can say JSol Alone,
he is really master of his time, of his for
tune, and of his honor. One should be
able to say No! even to a beggar, even to
a woman, even to an amiable old man,
under penalty of surrendering at hazard
his charity; hia dignity,-andhis independ
ence. For want of a-manly No, how much
misery, how many downfalls, how many
crimes since Adam!
While I was considering in my own
mind the invitation which had been ex
tended to me, these thoughts crowded in
my brain. I recognized their profound
wisdom, and I said Yes! fatal word,
through which I lost my paradise, ex
changing a retreat wholly to my taste
peaceful, laborious, romantic, and tree
for the stiffness of a residence where so
ciety displays all the fury of its insipid
dissipations. I demanded the necessary
time for etlecting my removal, and Mon
sieur de Malouet left me, after grasping
my hand cordially, declaring that he was
extremely pleased with me, and tbat
he was going to stimulate his two cooks
to give me a triumphant reception. "I
am going, said be, in conclusion, "to an
nounce to them an artist, a poet; that will
work up their imagination.''
Toward five o'clock, two valets from the
chateau came to take charge of my light
baggage, and to advise me tbat a carriage
was waiting for me on the top of the hills.
I bade farewell to my cell; 1 thanked my
hosts; and I kissed their little urchins, all
besmeared and ill-kempt as they were.
These kind people seemed to see me going
with regret I felt, myself, an extraordi
nary and unaccountable sadness. I know
not what strange sentiment attached me
to that valley, but I left it with an aching
heart, as one leaves his native country.
More to-morrow, Paul, for I am ex
The chateau of Malouet is a massive
and rather vulgar construction, which
dates some one hundred years back. Fine
avenue, a court of honor of a handsome
tyle, and an ancient park impart to
however, an aspect truly seigneunal.
The old marquis came to receive me at
the foot of the stoop, passed bis arm un
der mine, and after leading me through a
long mase oi cornders, introduced me in
to a vast drawing-room, where almost
complete obscurity prevailed; I could on
ly vaguely distinguish, by tbe internment
blaze of the hearth, some twentv neraona
ot both sexes, scattered here and there in
small groups. Thanks to this blessed
twilight, I effected safety in my entrance,
which bad at a distance ollered itself to
my imagination under a solemn and
somewhat alarming light. I had barely
time to receive the compliment of welcome
which Madame do Malouet addressed me
in a feeble but penetrating voice. She
took my arm almost at once to pass into
the dining-room, having resolved, it ap
pears, to refuse no mark of consideration
to a pedestrian of such surprising agili-
Unce at the table and in the bright light
I was not long in discovering that my
teats ot tne previous day had by no means
been forgotten, and that I was the center
of geneneral attention; but I stood bravely
this cross-fire of curious and ironical
glances, intrenched on the one hand be'
hind a mountain of flowers tbat orna
mented the center of the table, and on the
other assisted in my defensive position by
tbe ingenuous kindness of my neighbor.
Madame de Malouet is one of those rare
old women whom superior strength of
mind or great purity ot soul baa preserved
against despair at the tatal hour of the
fortieth year, and who have saved from
tbe wreck of their youth a single waif, it
self a supreme charm, grace. Small, frail.
her lace pale and withered from tbe effects
of habitual suflering, she justifies exactly
ii er uusoanus expression: "tine is a
breath, a breath that exhales intelligence
and good nature!" Not a shadow of any
pretension unbecoming her age, an ex
quisite care of her person without the
laintest trace ol coquetry, a complete ob
livion of her departed youth, a sort of
basbluluees at being old, and a touching
desire, not to please, but to be forgiv
en; such is my adorable marquise. She
has traveled much, read much, and knows
raris well. J. roamed with her through
one of those rapid conversations in which
two minds whirl and for the first time
seek to become acquainted, rambling
from one pole to the other, touching light'
Iy upon all things, disputing gayly and
happy to agree.
Monsieur de Malouet seized the oppor
tunity of the removal of the collossal dish
tbat separated us to ascertain the condi
tion of my relations with his wife. He
seemed satisfied at our evident good in
telligence,- and raising his sonorous and
"Monsieur," he said to me, "I have
spoken to you of my two rival cooks; now
is the time to justify the reputation of high
discernment which I have attributed to
you in the minds of these artists.
Alas! I am about to lose the old
est, and without doubt the most skillful
of these master the illustrious Jean Ros
tain. It was he, sir, -who, on arrival
from Paris, two years ago. made this re
markable speech to me: 'A man of taste,
Monsieur le Marquis, can no longer live
in iaris; they practice there now, a cer
tain romantic style of cooking,
which will lead us to heaven knows
where! in short, sir, Rostain is a class
ic. This singular man has an opinion
of his own! Well I you have just tasted
in succession two entremets dishes of which
cream forms the essential foundation; ac
cording to mv idea, these dishes are both
a success; but Rostain's work has etruck
me as greatly superior. Ah, ah
sir, I am curious to know if "you can of
vour own accord and upon that simple in
dication, assign to each tree its fruits, and
render unto Cfcear what belongs to Caesar.
Ah. ah. let us see if you can! '
I cast a furtive glance at the remnants
of the two dishes to which the marquis
had just called my attention, and I had
no hesitation in designating as "classic"
tbe one that was surmounted with a tem
ple of Cupid, and a figure of that god in
"A hit?'' exclaimed themarquis. "Bra
vo! Rostain eh alt hear of it, and his
heart will rejoice. Ah, monsieur, why
has it not been my good fortune to receive
you in ray house a few days sooner? I
might perhaps have kept Rostain, or, to
speak more truly, Rostain might perhaps
have kept me.for i cannot conceal the tact,
gentlemen hunters, that you are not in
the good graces of the old chef, and I am
not far from attributing his departure,
from whatever pretext he may choose to
color it, to the annoyance he feels atyour
complete indifference. Thinking it might
be agreeable to him, I informed him
a few weeks ago that our hunting-meetings
were about to secure htm a concourse
of connoiseurs' worthy of his talofg."
"Mooseur le Marquis' wilfexcose mV,"
replied .Rostain with a sickly smile, "if I
do not share his illusions: in the first
place a hunter devours and does not eat;
he brings to the table the stomach of a
man just saved from shipwreck, iratum
ventrem, asHorace says, and swallows up j
without choice and without reflection,
gulat parens, the most serious productions.
ol an artis; in the second place, tbe vio
lent exercise of tbe. chase has developed
in such guests an inordinate thirst, which
they generally slake without moderation.
Now, monsieur le Marquis is not igno
rant of the opinion of the ancients on
the excessive use of wine during meals; it
blunts tbe taste, exsurdant vina palatuml
Nevertheless, Monsieur le Marquis may
rest assured that I shall labor to please
his guests with my usual conscientious
ness, though with the painful certainty
of not being understood."
Alter uttering these words, Kostain
draped himself in his toga, cast to heav
en the look of an unappreciated genius
and left my study.
"I would have thought,' l said to tne
marquis, "tbat you would have spared no
sacrifice to retain that great man."
"You judge me correctly, sir, replied
Monsieur de Malouet; "but you'll see he
carried me to the very limits of impossi
bility. Precisely a week ago. Monsieur
Koatain, having solicited a private audi
ence, announced to me that he found him
self under tbe painful necessity of leaving
my service. 'Heavens! Monsieur Ros
tain to leave my service! And where do
you expect to go?' 'To Paris." 'What I
to Paris! But you had shaken upon the
great Babylon the dust of your sandals!
The decadence of taste, the increasing de
velopment of the romantic cuisine! Such
are your own words, Kostainl lie re
plied: 'JJoubtless, Monsieur le Marquis;
out provincial life has bitter trials which
had not forsernl 1 ottered labulous
wages; he refused, 'uome my good lei-
low, what is tbe matterf Ah! 1 see, you
don't like the scullery-maid; she disturbs
your meditations by her vulgar songs;
very well, consider her dismissed!
That' is not enough? Is it Antoine, then.
who is objectionable?' I ll discbarge him!
Is it the coachman? I'll send him away!'
In short, I offered him, gentleman, the
whole household as a holocaust But, at
all these prodigious concessions, the old
chef shook his head with indifference.
'But, finally,' I exclaimed, 'in the name of,
heaven. Monsieur Kostain, do explain)
Mon Dieu! Monsieur le Marquis,' then
said Jean Rostain, 'I mustconfess to you
that it is impossible for me to live in a
place where 1 find no one to play a game
of billiards with met' Ma foi t it was a
little too much!" added the marquis, with
cheerful good nature. "I could not really
offer to play billiards with him myself!
I bad to submit I wrote al once to rar
is, and last evening a young cook arrived,
who wears a mustache and gave his name
as Jacquemart (of Bordeaux). The classic
Rostain, in a sublime impulse of artistic
pride, volunteered to assist Monsieur Jac
quemart (of Bordeaux) in his first effort,
and that's how, gentlemen, I was able to
day to serve this great eclectic dinner, of
which, 1 tear, we will alone,Monsieur and
myself, have appreciated the mysterious
Monsieur de Malouet rose from the ta
ble as he was concluding the story of Ros
tain s epic. Alter cotlee, 1 followed tbe
smokers into the garden. The evening
was magnificent The marquis led me
away along the main avenue,-the fine sand
of which sparkled in the moonlight be
tween the dense shadows of tbe tall chest
nuts. While talking with apparent carc-
lcssnes, he submitted me to a sort of ex
amination upon a variety of subjects, as
it to make sure tbat 1 was worthy ot tne
interest he had so gratuitously manifested
toward me up to this time. We were far
from agreeing on all points; but, gifted
both with sincerity and good nature, we
lound almost as much pleasure in argu
ing as we did in agreeing. That epicuri
an is a thinker; his thoughts, al
ways generously inclined, has assumed,
in the solitude where it has developed it
self, a peculiar and paradoxical turn,
wish 1 could give you an idea ot it.
As we were returning to the chateau,
we heard a great noise of voices and
laughter, and he saw at the loot of tbe
stoop some ten or twelve young men who
were jumping ana uouuuiug, uh ii trying
to reach, without the help of the steps,
the platform that crowns tbe doable stair
case. We were able to understand the
explanation of these passionate gymnas
tics as soon as the light of the moon ena
bled us to distinguish a whke dress on the
platform. It was evidently a tournament
in which the white dress was to crown
the victor. The young lady (had she not
been young, they would not have Jumped
so high) was leaning over tbe balustrade,
exposing boldly to the dew of an autumn
night, and to the kisses of Diana, her
flower-wreathed bead and her bare shoul
ders; she was slightly stooping down, and
held out to the competitors an object
somewhat difficult to discern at a distance;
it was a slendor cigarette; the delicate
handiwork of h'er white fingers and her
rosy nails. Although there was notmng
in be sight that was not charming. Mon
eieiT ile Malouet nrobablv found in it
something he did not like, for his tone of
cbeertul good humor became suddenly
shaded with a perceptible tint of annoy
ance, when he murmured.
"There it is again! I was sure of it! It
is the Little Countess!"
It is hardly necessary for me to add
that I had recognized, in the Little Ooun
tess, my Amazon with the blu plume.
who, with or without plume,seems to have
always the same disposition. She recog
nized mc perfectly also, on her side, as
you'll see directly. At the moment when
we were reaching. Monsieur de Malouet
and myself, the top of the stoop, leaving
the rival pretenders to vie and struggle
with increasing ardor, the Little Countess,
intimidated nerhans bv the presence of the
marnuis, resolved to put an end to the
scene, and thrust abruptly her cigarette
into my hand, saying:
"Here! it's for youl Aflerall, you jump
better than any of them."
And she disappeared after this parting
shaft, which possessed the double advan
tage of hitting at once both the victor
and the vanquished.
This was, so far as lam concerned, the
last noticeable episode of the evening.
After a game or two of whist, I pretexed
a little fatigue, and Monsieur de Malouet
had the kindness to escort me in person
to a pretty little room, hung with chintz
and contiguous to the library. I was dis
turbed during part ot tbe night by tbe
monotonous sound of the piano and the
rumblinguoise-of carriages, indications of
civilization which made me regret more
bitterly than ever my poor Thebais.
Continued next week.
We Marry Too Young.
A New York medical journal sensibly
says: Amongst our American population
perhaps particularly the first and second
generations from emigrant parents there
appears to be a very strong tendency to
marry young, ibis very especially ap
plies to the female portion of the commu
nity. American young men seem infatu
ated about marrying girls not out of their
teens. A young woman of twenty-four or
twenty-five years of age, in the city, is an
"old maid." Marrying young men seek
a union with children of fifteen to seven
teen years of age girls that ought to be
in charge of their parents for some years
come, instead of becoming mothers
This infatuation results in undeveloped.
growing girls thus becoming young moth
ers before they are lit to leave their own
mothers' care. The first consequence of
this is that the' infant offspring of a beard
less boy of eighteen or nineteen years of
age and a childish girl ol fifteen or sixteen
years, possesses but little stamina and soon
droops and dwindles, and dies in the first
weeks or months ot its existence.
Crossing from Brooklyn to New York
on a terry-boat, recently, we observed a
pale, delicate, unhealthy -looking little girl
trying to pacify a sickly, crying, dying in
fant For a little time we were complete
ly puzzled in conjecturing whether the
little girl was the mother of that dying in
fant or not And yet she handled the ba
by with something of that air only a moth
er can manifest. Being curious to ascer
tain the truth of the matter, we made free,
with endless apologies, to ask that girl if
she were really the infant's mother. With"
somewhat of color risingin her pale cheeks
and a mother's pride she said:
"Yes, sir, this is my child."
Heartily and sincerely did we pitty
that little girL Without strength her
eelf, there was that poor litte infant want
ing in vitality. Jsetore this article meets
the eyes of our readers, that poor babe
must be amongst those that figure in Dr.
Harris' returns as dying "under one year
What a "Creole" Is.
A correspondent writes to the Chicago
"Before I came to New Orleans I had
an idea that a Creole was a half breed of
some race Cuban, French, or Spanish, I
didn't know which; and 1 think many ol
the Northern people have the same
notion, and would be grateful if I would
correct them before they come dowp here
and show their ignorance as I did. A
Creole is a native ot Louisiana, as any
one born in Indiana is a Hoosier, and in
Ohio a Buckeye. They don't have dark
pensive eyes and romantic hair, and they
don't sit 'on verandas, with their fist
against their cheek, and a shapely arm,
bare to the elbow, resting on tbe balus
trade: and they don't look off into tbe
garden of orange trees and bananas and
drooling palms, with aligators crawling
over their walks. It's a misrepresenta
tion, this idea: but I was sorry to have
my romance shattered when 1 lound it
There are two gentlemen in New York,
says the Sun, brothers, well known as men-
about-town. We will call them am ana
Jim. Bill stutters a little. Said Jim one
dav: "Bill. I want you to go with me and
see a Scotch terrier. He is the greatest
ratter in the city. We must bave tbat dog.
"rilgo. 'saidJJiIl. They went, ine ter
rier was brought out, and a rat was loos
ened with him. To fulfill the character
ascribed to him, the terrier should have
disnatched a certain number ot rats with
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to be fully a match for him. Indeed the
longer they fought the more it looked as
it the rat wouiu prove me uetter oi me
two. The dog shook and the rat bit; but
the rat seemed to bite the hardest ri-
nally Bill broke out "J-J-J-Jim," said he,
"U-trb-tmy the rati
Nothing on earth can smile but a hu
man being. Gems may flash reflected
light, but what is a diamond-flash com-
pared with an eye-lash, and mirtn-nasn l
A face that cannot smile is like a bud
thbt cannot blossom, and dries upon the
stalk. Laughter is day, and sobriety is
night, and a smile is the twilight that
hovers gently between them both, ana
more bewitching than either.
A rto,, n f ir .m nn. nitraa li o tfrkllmvinfF ad.
vice to a correspondent: "We shall have
to decline your article on the 'Decline of
Aristocracy.' We have left out several
of our own articles this week, and yours
is worse than any of them, lake our ad
vice, and write a few short pieces;write
plainly; write only on one side of the
sheet- and then take your pieces and
burn them in the kitchen fire."
Good manners, as it has been pithily
naiil nrp nnlv the absence of selfishness.
Thev are doing to others as we would
wish to be done unto. A thoughtfulness
for the comfort of those about us, a pleas
ant smile, a kind word, these are the in
gredients of which good manners are
Ben. Benson. ofRichmond. Ind.. killed
a ground-hog just as he was going into
hid ho e for a six-weeks- rest, ine iar-
inersin that vicinity talked some of lynch
ing Ben.; but finally let him off with a
round dozen. This judicious act saves
A few days ago young Gurley, whose
father lived on Croghan street, organized
a theatrical company and purchased the
dime novel play of "Hamlet." The com
pany consisted of three boys and a hostler,
and Mr. Gurley's hired girl was to be the
"Ghost" if the troupe could guarantee her
fifty cents per night.
Young Gurley suddenly bloomed out as
Erofesaional, and when his mother asked
im to bring in some wood he replied:
"Though I am penniless thou canst not
"You trot out after that wood or I'll
have your father trounce you!" she ex
claimed. "The tyrant who lays his hand on me
shall die!" replied the boy, but he got
He was out on the step when a man
came along and asked him where Lafay
ette street was.
"Doomed for a certain time to roam the
earth!" replied Gurley, in a hoarse voice,
and holding his right arm out straight.
"1 say.you where is Lafayette street!
called the man.
"Ah! Could the dead but speak ahi"
The man drove him into the house, and
his mother sent him to the grocery after
'I go. most noble Dnchess,' he said, as
he took up the basket; "but my good
sword shall some day avenge these in
sults!" He knew that the grocer favored theat
ricals, and when he got there he said:
"Art thou provided with a store of tbat
vegetables known as the 'later, most ex
cellenfDuke?" "What in the thunder do vou want?"
growled the grocer as he cleaned the
cheese-knife on a piece of Daocr.
'Thy pieman mind is dull of com pre-
bensionl answered Uurley.
"Don t try to get off any of your non
sense on me or I'll crack your empty pale
in a minuter roared tbe grocer, and
Hamlet" had to come down from his
high horse and ask for a peck of pota
'What made you so longr' asked his
mother as be returned.
"Thy grave shall be dug in the cypress
1i.1aI'' t. a n r n i n
When his father came borne at noon
Mrs. Gurley told him that she believed
the boy was going crazy, and related what
"I see what ails him, mused the fath
er; "this explains why he hangs around
Johnson's barn so much."
At the dinner table young Gurley spoke
of his father as the "illustrious Count."
and when his mother asked bim if he
would have some butter gravy he answer
"The appetite of a warrior cannot be
satisfied with such nonsense.
When the meal was over the father
went out to his favorite shade-tree, cut a
sprout, and the boy was asked to step out
into the woodshed and see ii ine penstock
was frozen up. He found the old man
there, and he said:
"Why, mont noble Lord, I had sup
posed thee far away.
"I'm not so far away but what I'm
going to make you skip!" growled the
father. "Ill teach you to fool around
with ten cent tragedies! Come up here!"
For about five minutes the woodshed
was full of danciug feet, flying arms and
moving. bodies, and then the old man took
a rest and inquired:
"There, your Highness, dost want any
"Oh! no, dad not a bit morel ' wailed
the voung "manager." and while the fath-
er started for down town be went in and
sorrowfully informed the hired girl that
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be must cancel her engagement till the
fall season. Detroit rrec ireis.
Sniffles brought his two week's spree
to a sudden cloee Thursday night He lay
i . . i , ir
on a lounge in me parior, ieeung as mean
as sour lager, when something in tbe cor
ner of the room attracted bis attention.
Raising on his elbow, he gazed steadily at
it. Rubbing bis eyes, be stared again,
and as he stared his terror grew. Calling
bis wire, he asked hoarsely:
"Mirandy, what is thatr.
"What is what. Likeyl"
Sniffles' name is Lycurgus, and bis wife
calls bim liikey for short and sweet
"Why. that that thine in the cor
ner." said the frightened man, pointing at
it with a hand that shook like a pouti
"Likey, dear, I see nothing, replied
'What! You don t see it! ' he shriek
ed. "Then I've cot em. Oh, heavens!
Bring me the bible, Mirandyl Bring it
auick! Here, here on this sacred book I
swear uever to touch another drop of whis
ky. If I break my vow, may my right
hand cleave to the roo! ot my -mouth
Here catching another glimpse of the
terrible object, be clutched pis wife and
berred in piteous tones:
"Don't leave me don't leave your
Likey," and burying his face in tbe folds
of her dress, lie soooea ana moaneu uior
self into a troubled sleep.
Then his wife stole gently to the corner,
picked up the toy snake, and threw it in
to the stove.
Tvalakaua remarked to a friend before
leaving Washington, that the ladies of
tilt.. ttJJnlVUHUul .V.J .w.-.-. -
One of his attendants, who chanced at tb
moment to esnv a fashionably-dressed fe
male with an enormous bustle, expressed
the opinion that they seemed to him
A circuit preacher in Missouri prayed
for rain one night at a farmer's house.
and the farmer, who had a horse race
arranged for the next day, was so mad
that he turned the good man out of
There is a man in a Chicago hospital
a victim of a railroad accident, whose
head is alive, but his entire body seems
to be dead. Knives have been stuck into
his body, but they produce no effect upon
A butcher in Indiana tied one end of a
rope round his waist and lassoed a steer
with the other. At first he thought he
bad the steer, but at the end of the first
half mile he began to suspect that the
steer bad him.
The heart is the only thing that in
creases in value by being broken.
What looks better than pretty bangiitr?
baskets tastefully filled with planU? And
yet, how seldom they are to be met witht
Baskets of living plants may easily be
ll ad in perfection; select such kinds a
will stand in a room. Aa regards t he
baskets themselves, I like to see the wire
work painted a dark green. Some paint
it with bright colors, which quite spoils
the effect of the flowers, which would be
gay enongb, as regards color, without any
addition in the way of paint Inside tl e-
wire-work put a tbick layer of grrea
moss, so aa to prevent the soil from drop
ping through: over this put some broken
crocks, and then fill np with whatever
compost is bestsuited to the requirements
of the plants with which the basket- are
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to dv nuea. ror summer uecorauon toero
are numberless plants that can be grown
baskets, but for winter blooming,
nothing is better, or looks more showy,
than Rollisson's unique geranium or scar
let Tropselum, both of which will contin
ue in flower all through the winter, and
droop down gracefully all around the
basket. A basket, indeed, never look
well unless it is furnished with some
drooping plant round the edge, as, for in
stance, with the variegated ivy-leaved
Pelargonium, called L'Elegante; while in
the center should be a nicely-grown plant
of Fuchsia Mrs. Marshall. Pretty bas
kets may also be made of silver vana-
gated Geranium, Lady Plymouth and
bright blue Lobelia, or of blue uravoi
vulus. with Christine Geranium in the
center; in fact, any flower that suits and
is put in with good taste, will look well.
For large baskets suited for lobbies
mixed foliage plants, such as variagated
Seduras, Acheverias, Iresines and Cen-
taureas, have an effective appearance. A.
window-box made of wood and lined with,
zinc, suspended by four cords or wires,,
up which can be trained creepers, also
makes a pretty room ornament. Tho-
freat point as regards creeping plants in
askets or boxes, fresh and in good
health, is to give them plenty of water,
during the growing season, but more;
sparingly in tbe winter, and to keep th
leaves clean. If baskets are hung high,
there ahonld.be some means of getting up
to them every morning with steps. If ths
baskets are small the best way is to carry
them away and water Ihem outside; bub
in the .case of large baskets this cannot be
done, so a tea-tray or something of the
kind should be placed under them to.
catch the drip. The (London) Garden.
Horrible Death From the Bite of Sfc
Mrs. Jervis. wife of a farmer living?
near Sacramento, died a ferdays ago in.
this city from tbe bite of a tarantula. The
case is singular, and is another instance
of tbe deadly attributes of this Insect, not
uncommon in many portions of Califor-'
nia." Some six months ago Mrs. Jervis,
then living on her husband's farm, bad:'
occasion to strike a light, and going to &
closet felt about for a match. While so.
doing she found something in a piece of;
writing paper wmca sne inongm migai
be a bunco of matches, and took Kofi!
of it As she did so she felt a sharp pain
like the prick of a needle or pin, and
found something attached to her fort-fen--ger.
She screamed with terror. Her has
band rose, lit a candle, and. to. his hoeror
discovered that she was bitten bya. taran
tula whose poison is deadly unteaa. tne.
wound be immediately cauterized! Ha
told his wife that she had only one chance
of her life, to have the injured part cut
out She co'nsented, and getting his razor
he cut a piece one square inch out of her
fiogerx The unfortunate woman stood the
operafon heroically but its effects were
not such as were desired. She lingered
for six months in continued agony, iter
blood literally drying up, till she was. re
duced to an absolute skeleton. Three
months before her death ber entire right
side became paralyzed; yet, strange toiay,
the hand had a tendency to ctawl, and
the fingers incessantly moved like the
legs ot a spider. This feeling she said
she could not control and it presents one
of the strongest phases of this disease,
though a usual accompaniment, so aver-
red, of poisoning by insects of the spider
kind. San Francisco Post.
A Suppressed Genius.
The Detroit Free. JYeMsays! A Cass av
enue father prccured an outfit of oil paints
and brushes for his eight-year-old son the
other day, the lad having developed a tal
ent for drawing. Little was seen oi me
boy for two or three days, and then he led
them into the parlor,, and triumphantly
pointed to the proofs of his artistic skill.
The gilt paper on the walls formed a fine
groundwork for him, and he had painted
a horse over one door, a lioti over anoth
er, a bird over a third, and at intervals
along the walls he had brought out fish-
ing dogs, snips, ure-engiacs, xnuiaas iu iuh
dress, and bears chasing boys. He had
put a new border on the bay-window cur
tains, striped the legs of the piano, and
proceeded to touch up and improve certain
chromos and oil paintings hanging on tbe
walls. Father and mother gazed around,
and the young artist anxiously waited for
them to pat him on his head and say that
they were proud ot such a son. They
didn't pat him not very much. The fa
ther placed the son's ear between his
thumb and finger, and led him through
several rooms to the woodshed, and what
followed may be inferred from a remark
dropped by the boy and overheard by a
pedestrian, "Oh, father, let up on me, and
I'll never be an artist any more."
Blue water-proof cloth has almost en
tirely taken the place of the black and
white mixed cloth of former years. It. is
verv becoming to almost every complex
ion and when made up in appropriate
and becoming style is a very pretty as well
as useful garment, and one almost neces
sary to every lady's wardrobe.
Poverty is a crime mostly iu the eyes
of those who suffer from it Thoe who
do not suffer from it have no time to con
sider it in any shape.
Til take your part," as the doe said
when he robbed the cat of her portion of
The little worn baby's shoe, for which
no one cares to-day, what a treasure it will
The balls of sight are so formed that
one man's eyes are spetacles to another to
read his heart with..
Happiness is unrepented pleasure.