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.POUND IX THE (4RASS.
Bl M.yl AI.
K. -,quj.dro« of enquiry, riding slow
Vcriws the pluiiif, in .-eaieh of tho Uw
Which was ever ahead,
fhe red man's trail man be plain to the eye,
knd the hunters may chu»e as the crow dotli
They A\ ill e\cr be led.
_'or the ml man rides with lightning speed,
to rest for rider—no re«.t for steed
'Till the hidden lair i* won.
'he soldier in chase will tire or fall
Vorn by the race or struck by a ball.
Lea\ iurt his work undone.
I ills to the rii ht as the squadron rode—
s^ulch to the left—a streamlet flowed
Fiom i.»r-otV Mount Despair,
he flowers were up, the »rass was jreen,
""ml pV.is'nter *pot a- ne\er seen
la the demon'- lair.
\JLV iron shoe of the Captain's a.ray,
ilip at a'tn-t s-onicthinif hidden away
3u the Aiolets blue,
wasn't a. stone which made the sound,
or bones, of butt'alo strew around,
Twas Tiore like shoe to shoe,
moment'"- -eareh on pra'rie green,
nd a trooper found an old carbine—
Uotted'the stoik away,
wa-. a --o' IUM-'S. »un—a relic sad4
l) ittle i' ice with the red man had,
t-oit"^ hm«* distant day.
nd near at hand was a a heap of bones,
id the soYuers spoke in lower tones
As they gathered around.
.awed by the v\ol\C5. and bleaciied by the
»-sed about as the buffalo-
No bui' \et had found.
vc overt. •.,£ buttons, red with ru-t,
idden aw .n ii the soldier's dust.
We quukly brought to liarht.
IU'I or Uo—the letters were bold—
ompany GM—the t-tory was told
To the squadron aright.
"inpany and Sixth Michigan—
button^ were passed from man to m.tn
'^landhd with tender care,
ey kmw the regiment—knew the man—
'cv. who nad led them across the plain
With his loud ringing cheer.
dozen rd men were made to pay
the scalp secured that day,"
The irmn old captain said,
or the Woherines were Custer's men—
a ami brave as any have been
Since tn men's blood was shed."
line— n^ht dress—let us give a cheer
the mem'ry of the brave man here—
Now then": Hip! hip! hooray
»-t salute to a soldier dead!
ii trooner, with uncovered head.
Bowed as he rode mvav.
•Soft Sawder and Human 'ature.
a the course of a journey which Mr.
ck performs in company with the re
•ter of his humors, the latter asks him
v, in a country so poor as Nova Scotia,
contrives to sell so many clocks. Mr.
ck paused," continues the author, as
onsidering the propriety of answering
question, and, looking mc in the
said, in a confidential tone: Why,
on't care if I tell you, for the market
glutted and I shall quit this circuit. It
done ly a knowledge of soft sawder
Jamiiin aatur\ •But here is Deacon
it's,' said he I have but one clock
and I guess I will sell it to him.'
At the gate of the most coinfortable
•cing farmhouse stood Deacon Flint, a
ectable old man, who had understood
value of time better than most
lis neighbors, if one might judge from
appearance of everything about him.
er the usual salutation, an invitation
light was accepted by Mr. Slick, who
_JL 'he wished to take leave of Mr.
it before he left Colchester.' "We had
lly entered the house before the clock
cer pointed to the view from the win
and, addressing himself to me, said:
I was to tell them in Connecticut
was such a farm as this away down
•here in Nova Scotia, they wouldn't
eve me—why, there ain't such a loca
in all New England. The Deacon
a hundred acres of dike'—' Seventy,'
the Deacon,'only seventy.' 'Well,
nty but then there is your fine deep
om why, I could run a ramrod into
Then there is that water-privilege,
ch $3,000 or $4,000, twice as good as
Gov. Cass paid $15,000 for. I won
__ Deacon, you don't put up a carding
on it the same works would carry a
ing-lathe, a shingle machine, a cir
saw, grind bark, and'—' Too oldr'
the Deacon, too old for all those
ulations.' Old!' repeated the dock
er, not you why, you are worth
a dozen of the young men we see
-a-days.' The Deacon was pleased.
Your beasts, dear me—your beasts
be put in and have a feed saying
h, he went out to order them to be
to the stable. As the old gentle
closed the door after him, Mr. Slick
near to me, and said, in an under-
That is what I call soft sawder.
Englishman would pass that man as a
passes a hog in a pasture—without
ingathim. Now, I find'—here his
ire on soft sawder was cut short by
•utrancc of Mrs. Flint. Jist come to
/ood-bye, Mrs. Flint.' What, have
Jold all your clocks?' 'Yes, and
low, too, for money is scarce, and I
to close the consarn no, I'm wrong
lying all, for I have just one left.
"™—jhbor Steele's wife asked to have the
.al of it, but I guess I won't sell it.
1 but two of them, this one and the
of it, that I sold Gov. Lincoln.
Green, Secretary of State for Maine,
he'd give me fifty dollars for this
one—it has composition wheels and
it axles it is a beautiful article—a
first chop—no mistake, genuine
rfine but I guess I'll take itbaek
besides, Squire Hawk might think
rd that I did not give him the offer.'
me,' said Mrs. Flint, I ahould like
jit where is it?' 'Iti in a chest
ine over the way, at Tom Tape's
I guess he can ship it on to East
'That's a good man,' said Mrs.
"—". «jist let's look at it.' Mr. Slick,
ig to oblige, yielded to these en
es, and soon produced the clock—a
jr, highly-varnished, trumpery-look-
placed it on the chimney piece,
where its beauties were pointed out, and
duly appreciated by Mrs. Flint, whose ad
miration was about ending in a proposal,
when Mr. Filnt returned from giving his
directions about the care of the horses.
The Deacon praised the clock lie, too,
thought it was a handsome one. But the
Deacon was a prudent man he had a
watch, he was sorry, but he had no use
for a clock. I guess you're in the wrong
furrow this time, Deacon it ain't for
sale,'said Mr. Slick 'and if it was, I
reckon neighbor Steel's wife would have
it, for she gives me no peace about it.'
Mrs. Flint said that Mr. Steele had
enough to do, poor man, to pay his inter
est, without buying clocks for his wife.
It's no consarn of mine,' said Mr. Slick,
as long as he pays me, how much he has
to do but I guess I don't want to sell it
and besides, it comes too high that clock
can't be made at Rhode Island under
forty dollars. Why, it ain't possible!'
said the watchmaker in apparent surprise,
looking at his watch,' why, as I am alive,
it is four o'clock, and if I haven't been
two hours here—how on airth shall I
reach River Philip to-night? I'll tell you
what, Mrs. Flint, I'll leave the clock in
your care till I return on my way to the
States—I'll set it agoin, and put it to the
As soon as this operation was performed
he delivered the key to the Deacon with
a sort of serio-comic injunction to wind up
the clock every Saturday night, which
Mrs. Flint said she would take care should
be done, and promised to remind her
husband of it in case ho should chance to
That,' said the clockmaker, as soon as
we were mounted, that is what I call
human natur! Now, that clock is sold
for forty dollars—it cost me six dollars
and fifty cents. Mrs. Flint will never
let Mrs. Steele have the refusal—nor will
the Deacon learn, until I call for the
clock, that having once indulged in the
use of a superfluity, it is difficult to give
it up. We can do without any article of
luxury we have never had, but when
once obtained, it is not human natur to
give it up voluntarily. Of 15,000 sold by
myself and partners in this province, 12,
000 were left in this way, and only ten
clocks were ever returned—when we
called for them they invariably bought
them. We trust to soft sawder to get them
into a house, and to human natur that
they never come out of it.'
Turk and Locomotive.
The Turks are superstitious, believing
in genii and demons,to which they attrib
ute any physical effect which passes their
comprehension. An English engineer,
engaged in building a railway in Bulga
ria, thus describes the effect of the first
locomotive in that country:
We often used to say, writes Mr. Bark
ley, Won't the locomotive astonish the
Turks when it first begins to turn?"
At last the day arrived, and, as we
went up and down the first few miles,
whistling loudly, we cast our eyes up to
the town above to see the crowds rush
out. Twenty or thirty slipshod rayahs
came lounging out, and a few Turkish
children, but not one full-grown Turk,
and those we passed hardly looked at the
train, and showed no astonishment. Af
ter the trains had been running a month,
I asked my servant Mustapha what he
thought of it. He answered:
Tehellaby, I have not seen it I am a
man and don't go running after sights
like a child."
Man or child, Mustapha, if you don't
go and see it to-morrow, I will make you
eat pork, for I won't live with such an
He did go and look next day, and not
only that, but afterward, over a cup of
coffee at the khan, listened to a lecture
on steam engines, delivered by a Turk
who quite understood them.
They may be very fine things, Tehel-.
laby, and you English may make them
useful but God defend a Mussulman
from having anything to do with them.
We don't like demons and their works,
even if we could catch one, and are qu'le
content with the means of locomotion we
now possess. Nothing can equal a horse,
and a bullock cart is enough for any
"What do you mean about demons?" I
Why, Tehellaby, is it not a fact, as
the lecturer told us, that in England you
trap a strong young demon, and shut him
up in that great firebox on wheels, where
you induce them to turn a crank connect
ed with the wheels, and pay him for do
ing so by giving him cold water to allay
I afterward talked to lots of villagers
about this, and found the demon theory
had taken deep root, and often I have
seen a man stripped, scouring and rub
bing at his garments because a drop of
water from a passing locomotive had
fellen on them, which he believed to have
been produced by the demon spitting.
Two Terrible Friends.
Eureka (Nev.) Sentinel.
They tell a good story on one of the
boys who lives at Mineral Mill and who
happened to be in town during the prog
ress of the late inauguration ball. His
social instincts prompted him to attend,
but his attire was not quite up to the
mark, and he applied to a friend for the
loan of the necessary articles of apparel,
the friend consented with some reluctance,
and, arrayed in borrowed plumes, our he
ro engaged in the festivities. The owner
of the garments watched him as he
threaded the mazy dance, and after it was
over, and he had ensconced himself in a
seat by the side of a fair charmer, ap
proached him and broke loose with the
See here, them pants is new,
and I wish you wouldn't set down and
make knees in them."
came very near fainting with
mortification, and abruptly left the ball,
followed by a sympathizing friend who
had overheard tho remark,' and felt sorry
for his embarrassment. stripped
off those pants, and, after much solicita
tion, accepted the loan of another pair
from his new-found friend, and after
some hesitation, returned to tho ball-room,
and soon forgot his troubles in the smiles
of the company of the fair dancers. A
polka was called on. He was on the
floor with the belle of the evening, skip
ping and hopping as gracefully as that
exhilerating dance would allow, until,out
of breath, ho promenaded w'th hi* fair
partner on his arm, in close proximity to
the owner of tho breeches, who had been
looking on, in evident delight at the aban
don of the wearer, and as he came by him
he gave vent to his pleasure by slapping
on the back and exclaiming:
"Go it, old fellow burst h—11 out
of the breeches if you want to I don't
care a cent as long as you enjoy your
dropped his partner and rushed
to the depot just in time to catch the
Death of the Last Survivor of the Cato
The last survivor of the Cato Street
Conspiracy—one Matthew Booth—died a
few days ago in the Leeds Workhouse.
To what a strange social world does this
announcement carry us! George the IV.
had not quite a month exchanged the re
gency for the throne the nation was
troubled to the core by the King's accusa
tions against his wife, and by the reso
lute opposition of the government, in
which Lord Castlereagh exercised para
mount influence, to every proposal of* po
A peaceful meeting at Manchester in
the previous summer had been dispersed
by dragoons. The Corn Laws prohiitbing
the import of grain had raised the cost of
wheat to famine prices, and the Napo
leonic wars, which had lasted twenty
years, had left the usual legacy of wars,
universal unrest, and the restiveness nat
ural under a greatly increased burden of
At this juncture Thistlewood and his
twenty-three associates resolved to imi
tate Guy Fawkes' intention, but, instead
of blowing up the Parliament Houses,
they determined on assassinating the
Ministers as they sat at dinner, the guests
of the Earl of Harrowby, in Grosvenor
Square. The hope was" that once the
Ministry were out of the way, a reform
government would be established by the
people. Bui traitors in the camp of cont
pirators acquainted the government with
all the plot. On the day of the dinner
party, February 23d, the conspirators
had assembled in a loft over a stable in
Cato street (now Flower street), Edgware
Road, and were arming when the police
In the scuffle most of the conspirators
escaped, but Thistlewood was taken the
next morning, and in the following May
he and four of his companions were
hanged at the old Bailey. They were the
la3t prisoners confined in the Tower. Of
the remainder five were transported, and
the man now deceased, who has survived
his crime for forty-six yeais, either elud
ed the vigilance of the police or was
deemed too young and obscure to be
worth taking. During his long after life
he has seen more than all which his fel
lows sought accomplished by the consti
tutional changes, amounting almost to
revolutions, which have been wrought.
The England of to-day is scarcely more
unlike Turkey than it is unlike the Eng
tand of the days of the Cato street Con
A Snow Legend.
The glory of the autumn was over the
leaves lay huddled in heaps on the
ground through the shorn trees the wind
whistled drearily,and the shawow of ap
proaching winter rested everywhere over
Many children on their way from
school, looked up at the sky, but none
saw the queer little mite which floated in
mid-air and gazed down on the earth
for this was one of those nameless, in
visible workers associated with Dame
Nature in the care of her broad do
It was dull in the mother's household.
The autumn finished, there come always
a brief respite. The flowermakers and
painters, the builders and sculptors
bound poppies over their eyelids even
Dame Nature paused for a moment's rest.
But industrious little No-Name had soon
wearied of dozing, and sallied forth to
Lii^e No-Name ranked chief among
the painters. None like she could tint
the spring buds and grasses it was she
that gave the finishing touch to fruit and
flower and only a few weeks since she
had designed the Joseph-coat which had
made earth so dazzling to human sight.
Not strange that she should sigh a bit as
she noted the change.
"So preUy—so bright to fade she
murmured wistfully. But not long
paused little No-Name for idle musings.
Suddenly down she flitted over the gray
leaves, and in among the garden beds. A
glance at the mold proved her suspicions
correct. The dead plants had scattered
1'ieir seedlings far and wide.
So soon," spoke little No-Name pity
ingly, yet with a twinkle as she thought
of the innocent sleepers at home. Then
swift as a rocket she shot up in the air—
lucky little No-Name, as we shall sec.
The flower-makers and painters, the
sculptors and builders slept calmly on
the poppies still drooped from Dame Nai
ture's brow, as little No-Name settling
energetically on tho great mother's arm
"The plant-world is dead. Oh, wake
mother dear, or the poor little seedlings
Upstarted Dame Nature up sprang
the army of assistants, silent and crest
fallen. It was a proud moment for little
No-Name when the great mother smiling-
ly placed on her head tho crown yearly
awarded to the one who should make
this important discovery.
We have slept too long," then spoke
Dame Nature, briskly. Lot us quickly
make some warm overcoats for the shiv
ering seedlings below."
Very orderly are the workings of Dame
Nature's household. A message to the
winds, and clouds came back, as though
ill-pleased at the dissection in store. And
the whole army went to work vigorously,
cutting and tearing, and hurling down
garments soft as eider down, and numer
ous enough to supply the whole earth.
So little No-Name was assigned the
crowning work. With paint-pot and
brush, she waited in mid-air, and touch
ing each deftly as it passed, changed
them to pearly white.
Thus, dainty and pure, the precious
coats came down to earth, folding over
the motherless seeds no softer blanket
in an infant's cradle, no wool warmer and
more protective in any great-coat that's
made. And the seedlings, far and wide,
snuggled down contentedly, and sang for
Had a Right to Laugh.
There is a legend affirming that one
day, nearly a hundred years ago, the
snow was nearly seven feet deep in the
streets of Detroit. On that day not a
woman was seen down town, but next
day, when the snow had settled a
foot or two, they were abroad as usual
They wore out yesterday wading through
the slush and jumping the pools,
and one of them fell kersplash''
as she passed the Soldier's Mouument.
A man, standing about thirty feet away,
•began laughing uproarously. He got
red in the face, tears came in his eyes,and
his hat fell off, as he laughed and cried
Went right down like a bag of sand—
slush a foot deep, starched up to kill—
never saw anybody look so cheap—oh!
ho! ho! ho!"
You are no gentleman, sir! ex
claimed a man who had witnessed the
Can't help that—ha! ha! ha! ho! ho!
laughed the other, bending almost
You haven't the first instincts of a gen
tleman, sir," said the other, growing very
I know it, but oh! ho! ho! screamed
the other. I know just how she felt as
she went down carrying all that style,and
I, ha! ha!ha!"
I don't see anything so funny about
it," growled the other.
"No, you don't, but I—!" and he
hung to a lamp post and laughed until
his knees weakened. When he re
covered his breath he explained to the
It was my wife, you see she probably
wanted a pair of shoe strings or two cents
worth of silk twist, and it took her three
hours to curl, and twist, and powder, and
fix up to come down here to wade around.
Then to fall flat, with all her best duds
on, and to be helped up by a rag buyer,
and to hear the boys yell out, why, it just
takes all the—ho! ho! muscle right—ha!
ha! ha! hout of me!"
A Woman Still.
From the Cleveland Leader.
A young woman, with draggled dress
and a flushed face, with her hair loose
over her shoulders, and a hard look in
her eyes, followed a burly officer into the
Central station just as the clock was on
the stroke of midnight.
What's the matter here?" queried the
lieutenant, looking up as the ill-mated
couple came in.
"Same old charge,",said the officer
she's been raising Cain around the hay
You bet your boots I have," said the
girl, with a hoarse laugh that showed
there was whisky behind it. I just give
'em enj good as they sent."
They were leading her into the record
ing room, when she stopped at the door
opening into the captain's office.
Whose kid is that?" she asked.
That? Oh, one that was picked up
on the street—lost by somebody."
"Lost, is he? Well, I've found him.
Let me alone, will you!"
She pulled away from the officer, and
in a moment was on the lounge with the
child in her arms, her painted cheeks
pressed close to the tear-stains left on the
little fellow's face when he had cried him
self to sleep. Her hair hung in a veil be
fore them, and hid the guilty and inno
cent alike from sight.
I had one like you once," she mur
mured, after the hush of a moment, but
he died. That was so long ago that I
thought I had forgotten it—there has
been so much happening since—so much
I wish to God had never happened."
A moment longer and she looked
as sober as a mother by the hearthstone.
"May I take him in the cell with me?"
she asked in a low and gentle voice.
They said she might, and the poor, for
saken woman sat down on the stone
bench with the sleeping child held close
to her bosom. The tears that fell from
her eyes were as balm to her bruised
heart, and the little one lifted her soul to
purer heights than it had known for
many, many weary days in the oast.
A Hawk Among Hens.
Gilbert White tells a most dramatic
story of a neighbor who had lost most of
his chickens by a sparrow hawk that came
gliding down between a faggot pile and
the end of his house, to the place where
the coops stood. The owner vexed to sec
his flock diminishing, hung a net between
the pile and the house, intowhich the bird
dashed and was entangled. The gentle
man's resentment suggested a fit retalia
tion he therefore clipped the hawk's
wings, cut off his talons, and, fixing a
cork on his bill, threw him down among
the brood hens. "Imagination," says
Mr. White cannot paint the scene that
ensued the expressions that fear, rage
and revenge inspired were new, or at least
such as had been unnoticed before the
exasperated matrons upbraided, they ex
ecrated, they insulted, they triumphed.
In a word, they never stopped buffeting
their adversary till they had torn him in a
Packard in retiring from the contest in
Louisiana wrote a letter bitterly review
ing the course pursued by the General
Government and concluded as follows:
Had the General Assembly continued
in session in the State House I should
have deemed it my duty to have asserted
and defended the government to the last,
notwithstanding the withdrawal of the
troops, but with the Legislature disinte
grated and no prospect of present suc
cess, I cannot task your tried fidelity by
asking you to longer continue to aid mc
in the struggle I have thus far main
tained. I therefore announce to you that
I am compelled to abstain for the pres
ent from all active assertion of my gov
ernment. I waive none of my legal
rights but yield only to superior forces.
I am discouraged by the fact that one by
one the Republican State governments of
the South have been forced to succumb to
force or fraud or policy.
Louisiana, the first State rehabilitated
after the war is the last State whose gov
ernment thus falls, and I believe it will
be among the first to uprise itself again to
the place of equal and honest representa
tion. I advise that you maintain your
party organization and continue to battle
for the rights of citizenship and free gov
ernment. We strive for these and not for
man or men. It grieves me beyond ex
pression that the heroic efforts you have
made and the cruel sufferings you have
undergone to maintain Republican princi
ples in Louisiana have had this bitter
ending. To those who have so gallantly
stood by me in the long contest we have
passed through, I tender my heartfelt
thanks, and to all counsel peace, patience,
fortitude and a firm trust that eventually
right and justice will prevail.
Result of an Experiment.
It is an old superstition that the retina
of the human eye, after death, bears a
picture of what it last looked upon. Prof.
Euhne has reported to the Berlin Acade
my the result of experiments showing, as
he believes, that the superstition has a
slight basis of fact. He demonstrates that
the external layer of the retina is in all
animals purple. This color is, during
life, being constantly destroyed by light
that enters the eye, and as often restored
by darkness, but at deatli it vanishes per
manently. Prof. Kuhne made in this
connection an experiment that is thus de
scribed He fixed the head of a living
rabbit so that one of the eyeballs would be
in front of an open square in a window
shutter. The head was covered for five
minutes by a black cloth, and then ex
posed for three minutes. Instant decap
itation was then effected, and the eyeballs
were rapidly extirpated under yellow
light, and plunged in a five per cent,
solution of alum. On the following
morning the milk white and now tough
ened retinae were carefully isolated, sepa
rated from the optic nerve, and turned.
They then exhibited, on a beautiful rose
red ground, a nearly square image. In
brief, the hole in the window shutter was
photographed in therabbits eye."
"Where was John Rogers burned to
death?" asked a teacher in school.
"Joshua knows," replied a little girl, at
the foot of the class. Well," said the
teacher, if Joshua knows, he may tell."
In the fire," said Joshua, looking very
grave and wise.
Second class in grammar stand up!
said the schoolmaster. John is a bad
boy'—who does John correspond with?"
I know," said a little boy at the foot, if
you mean John Smithers, he corresponds
with my sister Susan here's a letter he
just gi' me to carry home to her."
Horace Clark once told Commodore
Vanderbilt, his father-in-law, that it was
a pity he did not have a college education.
Did you have a college education, Hor
ace?" asked Vanderbilt. "Yes, sir."
"Well, Horace, I don't think that I
could afford to swap with you," the old
man replied with a roguish twinkle in his
The following paragraphs, intended to
have been printed separately, were by
some blunder, so arranged that they read
consecutively in a Parisjournal: "Dr.
has been appointed head physician to the
Hospital de la Charite." Orders have
been issued by the authorities for the im
mediate extension of the Cemetery of
Mount Parnasse the works are being ex
ecuted with the utmost dispatch."
His objection to her was that although
in other respects a good wife, she lacked
spontaneity. One day, when he was on
a step-ladder arranging some curtains
over the parlor windows, she spontaneous
ly unhitched the connecting rod of the
ladder and let him down all in a heap—
quite suddenly, as it were. He has been
able to leave his bed and move around
for the last few days, and would look
like his old self if he could only get that
piece of his car back again and raise the
bridge of his nose.
As an old man was driving a stout sled
having two or three kegs of beer in the
box, a boy called out to him: "Say,
there! Wheel's coming off!" The old
man pulled up, looked around, and the
boy said: You'd better look out—hind
wheel's coming off." The driver got
down, looked his sled all over, felt of the
braces, and inspected clear to the dash
board, and then asked: Vhat you say?
Vhatproke?" I said the hind wheel
was coming off," replied the boy. The
man made another inspection, giving the
sleigh a shake, and all at once cried
out, "Vhy, dere ish no hindt wheel on
Stand by Each Other.
In these pinching times, when multi
tudes are on short supply and thousands
of families arc being compelled by hard
necessity to step down from their former
positions the duty of brotherliness is
doubly incumbent. A friend in need is a
friend indeed. Enforced idleness is to an
industr'ous person a galling yoke,but the
last few years have demonstrated that,
however willing one may be to work, the
procurement of that work is not always
possible. What is our duty toward that
large deserving class which we all find
among our relatives and friends?... Shall
we withdraw a portion of our dejKwits
from the savings-bank and place it at their
disposal? To the mercenary spirit that is
a tough proposition. To the generous
soul that has been baptised of heaven it
is a very simple one. The first object of
money, and one of the greatest pleasures
of life, is to turn sunshine and joy into
the homos threatened with despair."Read
er, do you wisli to be happy? Work that
mine. Be assured that it is more blessed
to give than to receive: Huxley ridicul
ing prayer, and Moody delighting in it,
both agree here. Let us, as we journey
along, make this desert of ours bloom as
the rose. Whore there's a will there's a
way. If we have within us the spirit
which springs up like a bubbling stream,
we cannot help but do good, refreshing,
irrigating work as we put in our three
score years and ten. We do not often
enough a«-k ourselves tin* question wheth
er we have kindly relatives or devoted
friends who are carrying heavy burdens
and are in a tight place.
Life is a battle. Brave soldiers stand
by each other in the camp and on the bat
tle-field, and when disease or the bullet
strikes them they endure nobly. On the
waste of waters sailors are as true as steel
to each other. The flag of distress stirs
their inmost soul and induces large per
sonal sacrifices. These are excellent ex
amples to follow everywhere. Selfish
ness is the ogre which disfigures society.
It has seated itself in the Christian
Church and it is the blemish, the beset
ting sin in many a Christian home. It
is an influence from below, not from
In prosperous times we floated along
pleasantly with associates in the counting
house and the factory. Orders were is
sued by the Captain of the craft that
sail should be taken in. This one and
that was dismissed from service. Heads
of families were thrown out by hard
necessity. Well, how do we who con
tinue in the service and under pay act in
this crisis? Do we consider the wife and the
children of our cashiered associate? Do
we economise and make sacrifices that
we may in the meantime give our unem
ployed friend a helping hand* Yes, if
we are the sons of God and were rightly
educated at the fireside. The sons of
Belial, no matter what their professions,
have no solicitude on occasions like this.
They are sorry, but their sorrow is from
the teeth outward. Their hands, by im
pulse or principle, never find their way
into their pockets, or if they do it is only
that they may clutch the greenbacks more
closely, that they and their family may
live in luxury.
Let every little circle, then, stand by
each other when the storm is on. Let us,
look less upon our own cares, and more
upon the heavy burdens of our neighbors
and acquaintances. If you have this
world's goods, and see your brother have
need, and shut up your bowels of compas
sion from him, how dwelleth the love of
God in you?
Russian Justice in the Sixteenth Cen
A man accused of debt, for instance,
was straightway beaten about the legs un
til he could find sureties for the alleged
amount. Failing in this, his hands and
neck were bound together, and in this
plight he was led through the town,beaten
as he went along, and otherwise ill-used.
When brought before the magistrate he
asked: Owest thou this man any such
debts?" He will perhaps say, "Nay."
Then saith the Judge: Art thou able to
deny it? Let us hear how." By oath,"
saith the defendant. Then he command
eth to leave beating hiin till further trial
be had. In that happy land lawyers
were then unknown, and every man plead
ed his own cause—all charges being made
in writing. If a plaintiff could not le
gally prove his case, he was entitled to
challenge the defendant to mortal com
bat, either in person or by proxy. There
were professional champions in those
days, but after a while they fell into dis
favor, being usually more concerned for
their own safety than the vindication of
the cause they had undertaken to uphold.
When a defendant pleaded poverty he
was placed under the crucifix, and the
plaintiff swore over his head to the right
fulness of his claim. The poor wretch
thereupon became the Duke's bondman
until such time as his friends were able to
redeem him. Not unfrequently men sold
themselves to nobles and gentlemen for a
piece of money down, and meat, drink and
clothing for life. Some, too, sold their
wives and children.—Belgratia.
From the Danburjr Mews.
I have an active fancy, and I see pic
tures in wood fires. Shall I tell you of
that picture, the wonderfully life-like pic
ture, which always comes to me out of
the glowing coals? It is the picture of a
saw-buck, and a contrary saw in the
stick, with a very much outraged boy at
tached to the saw. And I see the boy trv
to pull and push the saw, which will
neither be pulled nor pushed, and I hear
him cry, and scream, and sob, and yell,
and moan, and howl and I see him jump
up and down, and kick the buck, and
trample on his hat, until my heart aches
and my eyes grow dim.