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fcOETRY.
QOESTQ AND COMING.
Qmtn ta mat roand Baa,
Dng( the captive Day
Ow behind the frowainf blQ,
Over bevoad tba bay . . . . .
- Dviag:
Comlnc Uxt dusky Night .
Silently stealing In,
Gloomily drapinr tba soft, wans eoaca
Whore the foldea-balred Day had beta
Lying.
IT.
Gornf-tba Mjrnt, blithe Spring :
Blossoms I bow hat ye fall,
Shooting oat of yoar Harry aky
Into the darkneat all .
Blindly I"
Coming the mellow daya;
Crimson and yellow leaves;
Lanpiiehins parole and amber fruit!
. Kisslne tbo bearded sheaves
Kindly!
TO.
Oolne oar early friend ;
Voice we loved are dumb.
Fottfttenn rrow dim In the morning dew ,
Fainter the echoea come
Rinptng:
Comtof to Join our march M
ShosWer to ehoaldcr pressed:
Gray-haired veterans strike their teats
tat the far-off purple West
Sinjrinfl
IV. '
Ooinethto old, o4d life;
Beautiful world ! farewell I
Forest and meadow ! river and few !
Bine re a lovtaf knell
O'er Ml
Conine cooler HI ;
Cominf-a better lard;
Co nin the lone, long, alrhUese day;
C-Mnlnp the grand, grand
Chorus. Eeartk mi Bern.
I AM GOING 10 SEEK MY FOR
TUNE. BY t. W. WATBOX.
I am going to seek my fortune over tba land and
eea:
Take my warm band, Iillie, and come alone with
me.
We want not I alone, bat yon riches, health and
fame;
I pat the first before toe last with a HU1 blush of
shame;
Bat long before we're gone oar route yos'll find
my enuring true
That wealth will lead both health and fame, the
world, and me and yon.
I am "going to seek my fortune, oat in the baey
crowd;
To push among the rich and poor, the humble and
the proud;
To walk through dark and devious ways, o'er rough
and dangerous ground,
With shackled feet, and blinded eyes, and hands
with fetters bound.
All this to seek the phantom, wealth, that flies so
deft before.
And leaves us when it IlAs the latch to open wide
death's door.
I am going to seek my fortune and mine yoar own
will be;
. K or shudder while yon risk with me the perils of
the sea.
Fall many thousands tempt the storm, and dangers
all nntold ;
And many a ship goes down at sea, deep laden with
their gold.
All this to seek the glittering trash, through battle,
pain and death.
And find we only clutch the toy to lose it with oar
breath.
I am going to seek my fortune. We want both
wealth and fame ;
Bat should we lose the first well win a bright, undy
ing name.
For this we mast have sleepless nights, and weary,
toiling dsvs
For this we roust walk sternly on, nor one with
draw oar gaze
From that dim star whose glimmering sheen we
scarce can call oar own.
That fails when moat we want Its light, and leaves
as all alone.
am going to seek my fortune. Fame lasts, they say,
hrough time
And fame may be by virtue won, and so it may by
crime;
By offering to the lost of blood a hecatomb of
lives
By making countless orphans weep, and coontleas
widowded wives.
AH this that we may win a name the world may
wUh to save
A name that cannot serve beyond the portals of the
grave,
4 am going to seek my fortune, with both these
phantoms flown ;
And now, sweet Liilie, we may seek for rosy health
alone.
Tor this we need no peril risk, no desth by land or
wrs
For Faith, and Love, and Hope will give the boon
to yon and me.
And thus, without a sleepless night, without a sigh
or tesr.
Without a wandering step well find a glorious for
tune here.
ftrianft MimOdy for Sfpttmhtr.
MISCELLANEOUS.
a Sober Meditation by Hark Twain.
Ik Mark Twain's new rolume of remi
niscences of foreign travels he for once
abandons his persistent habit of making
fun of everything, and thus discourses of
the Egyptian Sphynx :
After years of waiting, it was before me
at last The great face was so sad, so earn
est, so longing, so patient. There was a
dignity not of earth in its mien, and in its
countenance a benignity such as never
anything human wore, It was stone, but
it seemed sentient. If ever image of stone
thought, it was thinking. It was looking
toward the verge of the landscape,
yet looking at nothing nothing but
distance and vacancy. It was looking
ever and beyond everything of the present,
and for into the past It was gazing out
over the oceau of time over lines of
century waves which, further and further
receding, closed nearer and nearer together,
and blended at last into one unbroken
tide, away toward the horizon of remote
antiquity.
It was thinking of the wars of departed
ages ; of the empires it had seen created
and destroyed ; of the nations whose birth
it had witnessed, whoSc progress it had
watched, whose annihilation it had noted ;
of the joy and sorrow, the life and
death, the grandeur and decay, of five
thousand slow-revolving years. It was
the type of an attribute of man of a
fnculty of his heart and brain. It was
Memory Retrospection wrought into
visible, tangible form. All who know
what pathos 11 in memories of days that
are accomplished and facts that have van
ished albeit only a trifling score of years
gone by will have some appreciation of
the pathos that dwells in these grave eyes
that look so steadfastly back upon the
thin irs they knew before history was born
before tradition had being things that
were, and forms that moved, in a vague
area which even poetry and romance scarce
knew of and passed one by one away.
aud left the stony dreamer solitary in the
midst or a strange new age and uncom
prehended scenes.
The sphynx is grand in its loneliness; it
is imposing in its magnitude ; it is impress
ive in the mystery that hangs over its
Ktory. And there is that in the over-
' shadowing majesty of this eternal figure
of stone, with its accusing memory of the
deeds of all ages, which reveals to one
something of what he shall feel when he
shall stand at last in the awful presence
or (iod.
Sayings by Josh Billings.
A slander iz like a hornet, if yu kant
kill it dead the fust bio, yu better not strike
at it.
Politeness iz a shrewd way folks haz ov
nattering tliemsells.
I make this distinkshun between charak
ter and repvtashun reputashun iz what
the world thinkt ov us, charaktcr iz what
tne world know ov us.
What a ridikilus fare it iz to be continu
ally on the hunt for rwr and nniet
No man ever yet increased hiz reputa-
sliun m contradikting lies.
Anxiety alwus steps on itself.
Silence, like darkness, iz gennerally
safe, 1
Thare iz only two things that I kno ov ;
that a man wont brag ov, one iz lieing,
and tuther iz jealousy.
It takes branes tew make a tmari man, 1
but good luck often makes a famous one.
I think most men had rather be charged
with malice than with making a blunder.
Love cuts up all sorts ov monkey
shines, it makes a fool sober, and a wize
man frisky.
I don't believe in total depravity, every
man haz sum thing in him to show that
God made him.
I suppose that one reazonwhi the " road
to ruin iz broad, iz tew accomodate the
grate amount ov travel in that dirckshun.
When a man iz squandering hiz estate,
even those who are getting it, call him a
DhooL
I judge ov a Man's virtew entirely bi hiz
phasions it iz a grate deal eazier tew be a
good dove than a decent sarpent
Thare are menny ways to find out how
brave and how honest a man may be, but
thare ain't no way to find out the extent
ov hiz vanity.
A lie iz like a cat, it never cums to yu
In a straight line.
Nature iz a kind mother. She couldn't
well afford to make us perfect, and so she
made us blind to our failings.
Studdy the heart if yu want to lcani hu
man natur ; there ain't lo human natur in
a man's head. -
Beware ov the man with half-shut eyes
he ain't dreaming.
- Experience makes more timid men than
it dus wize ones.
One ov the safest and most successful
tallents i kno ov iz to be a good listener.
Thoze who becum disgusted and with
draw from the world, musn't forgit one
thing, that the world will forgit them, a
Ion g time before they will forgit the world.
Wize men laff every good chance they
kan git. Lafing iz only a weakness in
phools.
r
By- Alfred. S. Horsley.
THE TRYST 15 TWIX-TEEE LANE.
At midnight between the 9th and 10th
of May. 18 (it is less than thirty-five
years ago), there occurred a meeting which.
wnctner ior vne incongruity 01 its uuimut
uent elements, the difficulties with which
it was encompassed, its gloom and mystery.
or its actual purpose, has to the best of the
writer s belief, no parallel in social History.
During the period that has since elapsed,
many minor particulars have come to
light and supplied the materials for as
circumstantial a narrative of this singular
transaction as the most curious inquirer
could desire.
On the evening of the 8th of May, that
is, the day preceding the incident about to
be related, the family of Mr. Newton
Horsfall, of Cowling Priors, Herts, no
ticed something unusual in that gentle
man's demeanor.
Mr. Horsfall was the representative of
an old and loyal county family. Though
of somewhat quiet and retiring habits, he
was an active county magistrate, and, the
Erevious year, had served the office of
igh sheriff. Aged, at this period, about
forty-eight, he Lad married seven years
before a lady twenty years his junior, by
whom he had a son and daughter.
At dinner, on the day above mentioned,
Mr. Horsfall's disturbance seemed to in
crease. He ate but little, was silent and
abstracted, and, contrary to his wont, ap-J
peared relieved when his wile s departure
left him to his own meditations. He
moved restlessly in his chair, got up and
paced the room, and, finally, sitting down
at a bureau that stood in a corner of the
room, fell to examining some papers he
selected from its contents. These he di
vided into two portions, one of which he
tore'up to the minutest particles, the other
he placed under seal and restored to its
former place. It was known at an after
period that he had also opened and repe
rused his will.
This done, ho rested his head on both
hands and resumed his anxious medita
tions. Suddenly he spoke aloud.
" I will yes, I will do it, Yes, come '
what may, the reproach of being absent
shall not attach alone to me. Let danger,
let what is worse, ridicule, attend this
proceeding, I am of a race that keep their
faith, and"
"Newton!" said a gentle voice, and a
white hand glistened on his shoulder. " I
have not been your wife for seven years,"
resumed Mrs. Horsfall, B without learning
to read your face. You have a trouble,
dear; the first, I hope and believe, you
have not permitted me to share. Forgive
my eavesdropping. My anxiety was in
tolerable. W hat has happened f
Mr. Horsfall smiled.
" Happened, mv love ? Nothing, nothing
in the world. The worst is the very
worst is, that that I must leave you for
some thirty-six hours, and that, unfortu
nately, this very night,"
"To-night!"
"I understand your consternation, mv
dear," said her husband, trying to speak
lightly ; " we have people to dinner to
morrow, and unless they would consent to
wait till six in the morning, my Lucy must
b host and hostess too."
" O Newton, il. is impossible 1"
"Try."
" But will you tell me nothing more ?"
" Every word, dear; but not now."
" Newton, I have a petition to make to
you."
"Speak It, love."
" Take me with you."
" Not if ahem my dear, it is impossi
ble," said the magistrate. "You must remain
to receive our friends? and assure them
that nothing short of business that would
not brook an hour's delay compelled me to
be absent from my post, Now, if you love
me. not another question. Ring the bell.
like a sensible woman, and order the car
riage at four."
"Four in the morning!" ejaculated
Mrs. Horsfall, faintly, and burst into tears.
" The idea is terrible, said tne magis
trate, smiling; "but take courage. Duty
calls."
" Mav I go with you part of the way?"
"To London? Certainly, if you wish it.
M the way."
It was not in bis very gentlest accents
that Jacob Gould, the coachman, acquaint
ed his pampered horses with the astound
ing fact that they were required to turn
out of their comfortable nests, as he him
self had done, at four in the morning.
As for Mr. Horsfall himself, now that
ne had apparently resolved upon his
course of action, he grew more cheerful
and jested gayly with his wife as
he put her into the carriage. At the top
of Regent Street he stopped the carriage
and beckoned to a hackney coach.
" God bless you, my love !" he cried,
leaning from the window : and, adding a
word of direction to the driver, was jolted
away.
"VAredid your master say, Robert !"
sked Mrs. Horsfall.
" Why to' seller, Piccadilly, 'm," retorted
Kobert, with a Blight cough, meant to in
timate that traveling so early did not agree
with him.
" I will alight here also," said Mrs. nors
falL " Let the carriage be put up for an
hour or two. You and Jacob get some
breakfast, then return home, and see that
the letters I have left be delivered imme
diately. I shall not be back until to
morrow, with your master. Call that
coach."
"Piccadilly," was the direction she
gave, but, stopping the coach in a minnte
or two, she asked the driver what was the
White Horse Cellar.-
"Place wheer the Brighton coaches
plies from," was the answer.
" Drive to the Elephant and Castle," said
Mrs. Horsfall, " and be quick."
"Is there a Brighton coach about to
start ?" Mrs. Horsfall inquired, eagerly, as
they mingled with the mass of coaches
which, at that period, congregated around
the well-known hosteL
" Yes, 'm, the Age, in a moment ; one
inside!" telegraphed a porter to the
Brighton driver, who nodded.
Mrs. Horsfall was in her place in a mo
ment, and whisking along through Toot
ing, half an hour ahead of her husband,
supposing, indeed, he had taken that road.
But she was far from content with herself.
Twenty times, during the journey, she
wished" the step untaken. As often she suc
ceeded in persuading herself that her dis
obedience was pardonable, and preferable,
viiatovpr its mn sentience, to the anxiety
she would have had to endure ; for that
tor hnchaml ma honnd on an expedition
S.a UUtWMUX ! mrmm
of danger, she entertained no manner of
doubt.
It was a period of discontent, and much
uneasiness, f rom causes not, uc-cooaij
here to recall, the working classes in sev
eral counties had allowed themselves to
be moved to serious outrage. Incendi
arism was the order of the day, or night,
it tin nnmmmnn thin? to see the
horizon lit up in twenty places wh the
.i.otn,;itiriianrl9 had kindled. Everv-
where there was a vague apprehension of.
a visit from the " mob." which noun of
a ntnnmij to ttA TtrOWlUMT
lUUlhlbUUO T. nui.j. '
about, burning and puiaging mc uumra "
tne rich, and, in more iuau uuc hbuiu
..:: l Ifm ITirefUll trpm-
tusiuviuK fcuo Ct. JIAio. .....
(led, as it occurred to her that her hus
band s excursion was connected wim tne
repression of these disturbances.
She had resolved upon her course of
action; and, accordingly, quitted the
coach at a small hotel at the very entrance
of Brighton, at which most of the coaches
halted for a moment. Here she obtained
an apartment facing the road, and, shroud
ed in the curtains, set herself to scrutinize
the passengers of each vehicle, as they
successively arrived.
The vigil was tedious, but, at six o'clock,
her patience was rewarded. As the Red
Rover dashed up to the door, the familiar
face was discernible at the coachman's
side.
Mrs. Horsfall had . concluded that he
would certainly ro onto Castle Square,
and had prepared herself to step into a
fly, and follow. To her astonishment,
however, if not alarm, he quietly descend
ed, obtained his valise, and entered the
same modest hostel in which his wife had
already taken refuge. ;
In the course of the evening, Mrs. nors
fklL by skillful inquiry, contrived to learn
that the mairistrate had dined, by himself,
in the coffee-room, had subsequently
smoked a cigar, and, that finished, gone to
the play.
"To the" Mrs. Horsetail had some
HE
difficulty in checking her ejaculation of
surprise.
But the gentleman would return at
eleven ; only the porter was not to go to
bed, as he was going out again, and might
be absent some hours.
Mrs. Horsfall's heart gave a throb.
" That is it, then," she murmured, and
sunk into trembling meditation. In this
condition we must leave her, and repair to
another part of the country.
Doctor 8., who at this time presided
over an important inland diocese, and was
in the prime of intellectual, if not physi
cal life, was a man who never spared him
self in his Master's service. It was there
fore an unmistakable token of overtaxed
energies, when the bishop, sinking into his
chair on the 7th of May, acknowledged
that a brief respite from labor would not
be unacceptable to him. His wife caueht at
the idea. For the last few days, a sort of
narassed 1001c, not Habitual with bun, had
attracted her attention. He wanted rest
" How I wish, my dear," said Mrs. 8.,
" that you could escape, if it were but four
or five days, from all hard work ! Now I
really think that, with the assistance you
can command, and "
"My dear, you anticipate my thought,"
the good bishop replied. " Nothing would
recruit me more effectually than a fair
three days' holiday, exclusive of the trav
eling; a little unfatiguing journey, some
whither say towards the sea. I ought,
yes, certainly, I ought to do it," he added,
half to himself.
" That you ought!" exclaimed his wife,
triumphantly. " I shall order William to
prepare your things, so that, if you please,
we can leave this very day.
"Gently, gently, my dear," said the
bishop. " WeP nay, nay; I must not
take all my comforts with me, and expect
to find health to boot, It is enough that I
find rest, and and change. . I shall make
my little expedition entirely alone.
. "Alone!" echoed Mrs. S. " My dear, I
shall be so nervous."
" On behalf of which of us, my love ?"
inquired the bishop, laughing. "Come,
come, the dangers of the highways are re
duced to a minimum. As regards the
perils of damp sheets and doubtful fare, I
can make your mind easy.. I shall
ask the hospitality of my cousin, Anna
Meadows, at tneir pretty place near
Brighton, and occupy the bachelor's
room,
"At least, you will take Charles?"
(Charles was the bishop's nephew, his
chaplain and secretary.)
The bishop hesitated. It was clear he
purposed to have gone alone, but his wife's
tone of entreaty prevailed. Moreover, he
waj very fond of his nephew.
" Well, well, Charles shall go."
They set off that day, and the
next, May the 8th, saw them, to
the delight of their amiable host
and hostess, comfortably established
at Parkhurst Dene. Mrs. Meadows, was,
indeed a little disappointed next morning,
when her right reverend guest announced,
with some reluctance, that a business en
gagement of a pressing nature would com
pel him to absent himself for that evening
and night, but that he would return early
on the morrow. Except that his destina
tion was Brighton, the bishop added no
further particulars, and, the distance being
but eight miles, the carriage was not
ordered till four o'clock, at which time, ac
companied by his nephew, he took his
departure. He had made a feeble effort to
shake off this faithful companion, but
Charles had laughingly reminded him of
the promise his aunt had exacted from
him, not to lose sight of the bishop till the
latter returned in safety. So the prelate
bad given way.
Durinir the drive, their conversation
turned upon the state of the agricultural
districts. There had been some threaten
ing of disturbance, and several incendiary
fires visible from Brighton; but the
presence of a large cavalry force at the
latter place kept the fashionable folks en
tirely at their ease as regarded a visit from
the "mob.
After passing through the village of
Portslade, the bishop began to scrutinize
the locality with keen interest.
"Here are spots." he observed, "in which
escape or concealment would not be dif
ficult for these misguided persons, should
these ample rick-yards tempt them to fresh
crime. We are approaching a still more
broken My friend," added the bishop,
taking the advantage of the carriage walk
ing up a hill to accost a rustic who was at
hand, "do you know Cold stone Bottom
and and Twin-Tree Lane!"
" I 'low I do," said the man, " whereby
I've lived at Coldstone better nor twenty
years. T'other's to the left, handy."
For the remainder of the drive the
bishop was silent and meditative. They
were quickly in Brighton, when the bishop
drove to the York Hotel, dismissed the
carriage, and ordered apartments.
" We will dine together, unanes, at
seven," he said to his nephew ; " the eve
ning is at your disposal, for my work,
which may possibly detain me to a late
hour, admits of no assistance or interfer
ence." There was an emphasis on the latter
words that forbade remonstrance. But
the Reverend Charles Lileham was sensible
of an undefined anxiety which induced
him to resolve that, happen what would,
he must not let his honored relative wan
der far from his sight It was a little be
fore eleven when the bishop, suddenly
rising, put on his great-coat, took his hat
and stick, and affectionately pressing his
nephew's hand, walked quietly forth alone.
That night the 9th of May, was a festi
val one at Brighton. A gentleman of the
highest distinction, in his line, was receiv
ing the compliment of what might be just
ly called a " public " dinner, inasmuch as
it was held at the Clenched Fists, Birdcage
Lane, North Street, and was open to' any
gentleman interested in the matter to the
amount of three-and-sixpence, liquors not
included.
It was well attended, for Mr. William
Beekes, far better known as the " Bradford
Dumpling," retired champion of England,
was the son of a much respected yeo
man farmer in the vicinity, and.
though making Bradford the city of
his adoption, bad never lorgotten tne
peaceful village that gave him birth.
The heads he had punched in youth were,
like his ' own, tinged with gray for.the
Dumpling had attained the (for the ring)
patriarchal age of forty-five, but his visits
were hailed with undiminished enthusiasm,
and. moreover, this 9th of May was the
anniversary of the last great triumph of
jits pruiessiou&i career.
The festivities were prolonged to a late
hour. At that disturbed period.it was felt
that the usual loyal toasts should be re
ceived with double honors, if not with
double draughts, and it was past ten o'clock
before the chairman arrived at the great
toast of the evening.
A song (patriotic), and another (pugilis
tic), with choruses to both, wound up the
evening; when, as closing time approached,
it was proposed to escort the ex-champion
to his private residence in Burr Alley,
West Street give him three cheers, and
dismiss him to his slumbers. But to this
little attention the Dumpling opposed a
strenuous opposition. He preTerred walk
ine home auictly, alone and unrecognized,
indeed, he was not going home, least
ways, not yet He had an engagement be
yond the town, Patcham way, and it was
near upon the time. To the playful com
ment of one of his friends that it was a
"rum start," the Dumpling merely re
sponded with a wink. To another, a little
fluttered with drink, who affectionately
insisted upon bearing him company whith
ersoever he was bound, .the Dumpling
offered just sufficient personal violence to
disable him from doing anything of the
sort, and, having at length shaken off his
friends, strode away. It was at this time
nearly half-past eleven.
The same evening Colonel Spurrier,
commanding the gallant Hussar regiment
at that time occupying Brighton bar
racks, had dined at the mess. The
circumstance was not of frequent occur
rence, the colonel being a married man,
and having a house in Brunswick Square.
During the meal a letter, bearing the police
official seal, was delivered to him. The
colonel read it with a serious look, but not
till later in the evening did he communi
cate the contents to the officers present
It seemed that the authorities had been
warned of the probability of a meeting of
the chief promoters of discontent at some
spot near Brighton, and, fearing that the
ordinary civil force might prove insufficient
Columbia
COLUMBIA, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY,
to effect the capture, the magistrates re
quested that a small military detachment
might be held in readiness to act in case of
need.
The colonel supplemented his informa
tion by issuing the necessary directions,
and added that he should himself sleep in
barracks that night, although for the next
two hours, at least, he must unavoidably
be absent
"Perhaps," he added, smiling, as he
threw on a cloak and lit his cigar, "I may
bring back some information of the ene
my's movements. I am not going into the
town."
"Permit me, sir," aaid the young Adju
tant " to recommend you not to jro entire
ly unarmed. Your face is known, and if
tneae lurking rascals are in earnest
"Well, well; lend me your pistols,
Baird," said the Colonel, and, thrusting
them into his pocket, walked away.
The clock struck eleven as the sentry at
the gate saw the Colonel suddenly quit
the high-road, and strike across the rising
grounds in rear of the barracks.
Another event of some interest had sig
nalized this especial evening, the 9th of
Slay, at Brighton. That admirable come
dian. Mr. L., had wound up a starring en
gagement of six nights, with a benefit
that attracted nearly all the play-going
world of that gay watering-place, lie had
acted in three pieces with unsurpassable
humor, marked, however, as the night
drew on, with a haste and excitement
unusual with him, and which did not
escape the notice of his fellow-performers.
He was perpetually glancing at his watch;
fell into quite a passion at a trifling delay
between the second and last pieces ; order
ed a fly to be waiting at the stage-door,
and, the moment the curtain fell (it was
then full balf-past eleven), threw himself,
dressed as he was, into the vehicle, and,
calling out " Patcham ! quick I" drove furi
ously away, disregarding the very treas
urer, who, with his hands full of notes
and gold, stood prepared to settle accounts
with the fortunate star, in order that the
latter might start, as he proposed, early
on the morrow.
The traveler who passes old Brighton
church, and, crossing the top of the hill,
takes a by-path on the right, leading in
the direction, of Patcham, would, thirty
years ago, have traced the wind
ings of a very pretty rural lane,
bordered on the one hand by beech
and chestnut trees, on the other by a high
bank, beyond which cornfields stretched
away in the direction of the Dyke downs.
Half-way down the lane the path, widen
ing for a few yards, left room for a rude
seat, which was under the immediate shel
ter and protection of two large beech
trees, so precisely similar in shape and
size, as to have imparted to the path in
question the title of Twin-Tree Lane. It
was, at the time of which we speak, a
sequestered place enough, and was ap
proachable alike from the high-road
through Patcham, and from that which
crosses the Old Church hilL
It was a few minutes only short of mid
night, on the eventful 9th of May, that a
lady, muffled in a cloak and hood, stopped
her carriage at the entrance of Patcham,
and, desiring the driver to await her re
turn, struck across the fields to the left
The night was fair and still ; with occa
sional bursts of radiance, as the moon
struggled from one blue-black cloudbank
to another.
Whenever this occurred the lonely wan
derer strained her eyes to the utmost, as if
in search ef some receding object, but
seemingly in vain.
At last she paused, and gave a sudden
sniff.
" Thank Heaven !" 6he exclaimed, clasp
ing her hands in real thankfulness. " That
is his pipe! I should know it among a
thousand, ne must be close before me."
In effect she fancied she could discern
her husband's form not far in advance, and,
shrinking closer into the shadow of the
hedge, she continued to follow him. At
the mouth of what was apparently a
wooded lane the guiding shape suddenly
disappeared! Mrs. Horsfall hurried for
ward, and, pausmg to listen, thought she
could now hear both the step and voice of
her husband. He was passing up the lane,
evidently with one or more persons, but
with little thought of danger, for she heard
his frank laugh ring through the quiet air.
"If they should have betrayed him into
some ambush !" thought the anxious wife.
"He is so unsuspecting!"
The party ahead seemed to make a sud
den halt. Instinctively, Mrs. Horsfall
shrank toward the border of trees, and, in
doing so, almost came in contact with a
man who was stepping from them.
Fortunately, she dia not cry out
and the manner, unmistakably gen
tlemanly, in which the stranger
tendered his apologies, at once disarmed
her fears, ne looked at her, however,
with a little astonishment, hesitated, then,
as if a thought had struck him, said,
"Is it possible pray forgive me that
we are here on a similar errand? My
name is Lileham, Charles Lileham, a
minister of the church."
"Mine is Horsfall," said.the lady, quick
ly. "I I am in some anxiety about my
husband, who is just before us, in com
pany with I know not what dangerous and
desperate men. O, what shall we do !"
"For the inoffensive character of on, at
least of his companions, I am prepared to
answer," said the young clergyman, with
a smile. "It is the Bishop of L., my
uncle."
"The bishop!"
" Of his business here at this hour, I
am as completely ignorant as you ap
parently are of Mr. Horsfall's. I fear I
am transgressing his wishes in following
him thus closely."
"Hark! There are more voices!" ex
claimed Mrs. Horsfall. "They seem
raised in anger."
"In amusement rather, if I mistake
not," said Mr. Lileham. "But come: if
you will accept my guidance, you shall
see what is passing. They have assembled
under those two large trees. Will you
permit me to show you the way?"
Mrs. Horsfall assented. In less than ten
minutes they had reached the point in
dicated by Mr. Lileham. A bright stream
of moonlight was pouring right into the
recess canopied by the twin trees, and
made the singular party therein assembled
distinctly visible. It was composed of five
individuals, seated on the curved bench,
engaged in earnest and animated dis
cussion. In the centre might be rec
ognized the reverend and stately form of
the Bishop of L., immediately on
whose right sat the Bradford Dump
ling, supported in his turn bv Mr.
Newton Horsfall, of Cowling Priors,
Herts. On the left of the prelate might
be seen the familiar, mirth-awakening
lineaments of Mr. L., the celebrated low
comedian, flanked by the commanding
presence of Colonel Reginald Spurrier, of
the th Hussars.
The subject of their conversation was
manifestly of the deepest interest Of
what could they possibly be talking! And
why, O, why this mystery ? Mrs. Hors
fall saw that her companion was as puz
zled as herself, ahd that his countenance
had become very serious indeed.
Suddenly they saw the Colonel start to
his feet A horse-tramp approached from
below, and his quick ear had been the first
to catch the sound.
"I fear we are suspected," he said aloud.
"Listen. I thought so. They are upon us
from both sides!
And in truth, next moment, an armed
horse-patrol rode in from either side, and
halted in the front of the party beneath
the trees.
"Pleasant night, gentleman," said the
first patroL "Curious time, though, to be
sitinf here, ain't it?"
Mr. Horsfall conceded, in the name of
himself and friends, that it aught seem a
curious, time, but at the same time, in
quired what business that was of the
officer's.
"My business is to obey orders, that's
all," replied the man. "And one of 'em
is to perwent any gatherings at night we
rlnii't know the meaning of It's our duty,
fentlemcn, to demand your names and oc
ipations, preparatory to requesting you
to move on." . '
" The man is right," said the bishop. "I
could have wished it otherwise, but the
fault is our own. My friend, I am a church
man. My name is S, Doctor 8., Bishop
" Wery likely," was the rep.y. " And
this here gent'r (pointing to the Damp-
ling), " he's the Lord Mayor of London, I
suppose?"
" Come, my man, yon are mistaken,"
said Colonel Spurrier, striding out into the
full moonlight "If you are unacquainted
with the face of the reverend gentleman,
perhaps you know mine ?"
He took off his hat
"Colonel Spurrier 1" cried the men,
saluting.
" This is Mr. Horsfall, a magistrate of
ncraurunmre, resumed tne coioneL Jiy
other two friends are already known to
you."
I beg your pardon, gentlemen," said
the patroL "There was notice give, yon
see, of a hillegal meeting to-night, near
Brighton, and seeing parties pinting this
way, we thought we was down upon 'em.
Whatever you was a-doing here's best
known to yourselves."
" Stay," said the bishop ; " I feel that
some fuller explanation is needed. What
ever jesting comments our meeting may
provoke, I for one am content to bear
them, for the pleasure it has afforded me.
Have I your permission, gentlemen to
state the facts?
Every one consenting, the bishop con
tinued :
"We five whom you find assembled
here were in early youth schoolmates at
an establishment situated at no great dis
tance from the spot on which we stand.
Twin-Tree Lane, as I and it is still called,
wa a favorite half-holiday resort Here
we discussed our school affairs, or specu
lated upon the wide, uncertain future that
awaited us in the tumult of the world.
The death of our excellent master caused
the sudden dispersion of the school, and it
was on the evening before the general de
parture that we five, sitting together under
our favorite trees, entered into a solemn
agreement to meet, if God permitted, that
day thirty years, at the same spot at mid
night with the purpose of declaring how
Providence had hitherto dealt with us in
our several ways of life, and comparing
our actual experiences with the brilliant
hopes of boyhood.
" So far asunder have our duties sepa
rated us (I myself for some years presided
over a colonial see, and my friend. Colonel
Spurrier, has served in India), that for the
whole period of thirty years no two of us
have ever met together, nor, indeed, so far
as I am aware, held communication of any
sort It was a doubt with me whether
every member of the party had not lonz
since forgotten this boyish compact There
were also the difficulties that might have
arisen, if remembered, in keeping it But
me solemnity wun wnicn it was made had
left upon my mind, as it did upon others,
an abiding impression. My pledge had
been given and never withdrawn. I
thought of the possibility of one of us at
least, faithful to his word, groping his way
hither in the faint hope of grasping an old
friend's hand, and finding only darkness
and a void. I was altogether wrong and
mistrustful ; here we are, all five, grateful
ior many mercies, cordially rejoicmir to
have met again ; and, if our vocations in
life have been widely diverse, I may, I
think, aay, with truth, that we have
wrought in them with honesty and single
ness of purpose, without wrong to any, in
thought, word, or deed. You are satisfied,
my friends!"
The officer bowed, and apoloirizinir for
their interference, prepared to move on.
" Not a word," said the bishop; "you
have only done your duty. Good night
and may you meet with no less loyal and
peaceable men than you have surprised
nere.
" Here are two more watchers to be for
given," said a voice familiar to the bishop,
as two figures, male and female, suddenly
descended into the road, and Mrs. Hors
fall, bathed in tears, threw herself into the
arms of her astonished husband, while Mr.
Lileham, in a lew words, explained the
anxiety which had prompted their pursuit
Anger was out of the question ; a general
laugh announced that all was forgiven.
uniy tne Disnop attempted to frown, and
that was a failure. All the Year Hound.
Who Is John Smith.!
At noon yesterday, according to an
nouncement General Butterfield began to
open the proposals to purchase $1,000,000
or gold, lie had nearly finished the read
ing when ha opened a proposal from John
Smith at $133.30, a figure about one-sixth
larger than any other of the bids. Hur
riedly completing the remainder of his
task, the General awarded the whole
amount to Mr. John Smith, at the premium
named. General Butterfield then went
over to Delmonico's to lunch.
Just as he had reached the stage (for
those who are curious about such things
it may be said that his first course was
potage a la maitre d'hote!) a clerk rushed
madly into the restaurant, upsetting a
waiter and a side table, and breathlessly
addressing the General, said :
How about those awards, sir? '
"Why, I made 'cm, didn't I? I gave
them to John Smith."
" Yes, sir. But ieho'$ John Smith Tn
Here was a poser. Jamminz his mili
tary hat hard down on his head, and hur
riedly buttoning the lower brass button or
his military vest the General rushed forth
into Broad street The first man he met
was a certain stock operator who has long
been in search of a " Northwest" passage
via Chicago.
" I say, , who is John Smith ?"
" John Smith ? Well, my shoemaker is
John Smith, and the watchman at my
place Is another John smith, and
" Oh, d n them," said the General. " I
want John Smith, the banker."
Hushing up to the Sub-Treasury, Gene
ral Butterfield put the same puzzling ques
tion to all his clerks, and they raked up
rrom the depths of their memories enough
John Smiths to man a 74-gun frigate, but
not one of them was a banker. Giviner
John up as a bad job, the General revoked
the award, and, consequently, tne gold
sold for 133 and 133.15 instead of 133,30,
as would have been the case had John
Smith appeared to make good his pro
posal It was hoped at the Sub-Treasury that
this annoymg incident of official life
would not get spread abroad ; but, alas for
human expectations ! The financial edi
tors had already been informed that John
Smith was the lucky gold purchaser, and
through them the bankers and brokers
were also made aware of the fact For
some time curiosity was expressed on all
sides as to "Who is John Smith?" but
finally the story got out and all Wall
street was on the brod grin.
On the Gold Board the busy brokers sus
pended their operations for full ten
minutes, during which time fifty lusty
voices propounded the puzzling question,
"Who is John Smith?" Two young
brokers, entering the room, instructed the
door-keeper to call John Smith, and he
added his voice to the universal din, never
thinking that he was calling for a Treasury
myth ! A stranger entering the room at
that moment would have at first supposed
that the brokers were about to engage in
deadly conflict, such was their unearthly
din ; but hearing their loud cry for John
Smith peaceable John, who was never
known to hurt anybody butTurks and In
dians he would have been reassured and
looked on without fear. It was currently
reported last night that General Butter
field, armed with a mountain howitzer and
a double-barrelled shot gun, was still
searching for John Smith. Perhaps he
will find him. New York Sun, August 20.
.
The members of the Japanese colony
in Eldorado county, California, are in high
spirits over their prospective good fortune.
The mulberry trees which were three
years old when brought from Japan, are
growing rapidly, and the seed-nuts of the
tea plant are coming np finely. Herr
SchnelL the leader of the colony, says
there is no doubt of the adaptability of
tne loot bill lands or California to the cul
tivation of tea as compared with Japan.
The amount realized from the sale of
tickets after payimr expenses, at a grand
fancy ball at White Sulphur Springs, Va.,
on tne lltn or August has been appro
priated to aid in the education of orphana
or deceased uonrederate soldiers.
Tin present numerical strength of
.1 -n . : . r l I .v. tt:. 1 o .
DSDtlSV VUUICU IK MIS UUUCU
according to the Year Book, is 1,121,988,
being an increase over last year of 12,062.
These figures, it is said, would be materially
increased if the returns from the several
States were not so imperfect
SEPTEMBER . 10, 1869.
A Soil's Yenge&nee,
As far back in our city's history as 1842
flourished a then young scoundrel of six
teen years, known as " the Knife" to
those who knew of him and of his habit of
invariably drawing a knife upon any body
that happened to, in any way, offend him.
His name was James Watson, but among
the companions of his earlier days he was
scarcely known by it " the Knife " having
taken its place ever since. When he was
fourteen years of age, he had badly cut a
younger playmate upon whom he had
failed to force a cheating bargain. "The
Knife" first became known to the watch
as professionally dishonest when, in 1845,
he was caught with two other burglars in
the act of robbing a jewelry store on the
Landing. He managed to wiggle out of
this case, shortly after which he left the
city and went to Pittsburgh, Cleveland
and Buffalo, and even farther East, com
mitting many crimes, and almost invaria
bly escaping detection.
In fact it was not until he became well
know to the authorities of Buffalo, and
was at length detected in a steamboat
robbery at that point in 1850, that he was
convicted and forced to serve five years.
Returning to Buffalo in 1856, and thence
to Cleveland and Chicago, Watson, in a
drunken broil in a drinking saloon at the
last named city, drew a knife upon William
Webb, the captain of the schooner North
Star, and cut him in such a manner that
he died of his wounds. Watson escaped
the immediate vengeance that even this
crime should have brought upon him. In
fact his identity was not fully established,
and the police had no clue along which to
follow to his arrest However, shortly af
ter his father's death, the son. John Webb,
a young man of twenty years, learned
from one of Watson's former associates of
Chicago who it was that had made him
fatherless. Obtaining a minute descrip
tion' of his person, including a note of a
scar across his forehead that could not be
easily forgotten, he took every step in his
power to have him brought to justice. But
all efforts to this end proved fruitless, as
Watson had gone far South to Texas it
it was supposed.
In the years that followed each other,
John Webb went to the bad, under the
influence of Chicago life, becoming almost
as desperate a character as his father's
murderer.
When the war broke out he enlisted in
an Illinois regiment, and served several
years, known always as a reckless, desper
ate soldier, fighting bravely, but always in
trouble on account of his insubordination.
When he was finally discharged he went
West, and for seveial years led a wander
ing life, until at Fort Benton, a few weeks
since,-he met this Watson in a gambling
saloon, recognized him, threw a glass of
whisky in his face, and then very coolly
shot him six times with a revolver, letting
his life out through at least three mortal
wounds, it appears that they were sit
ting side by side at a faro spread, both
betting white chips on the same cards.
Hearing Watson's name called by the
dealer, Webb examined the face closely, and
finding in it every mark of the old-time de
scription, introduced a conversation, and
managed to learn from Watson that he was
in Chicago in March of 1856, the time of
tne murder.
This settled it with Webb. He didn't
wait for the evidence of witnesses, or
thins; of appealing to law. a very scarce
article in that part of the world. While
taking a drink of whisky he carelessly
took up some of Watson's chips, as if mak
ing a mistake in shifting a bet Watson
cursed the mistake and its author, announc
ing that those were hischipa. Webb shifted
the glass to his left hand and reckoned not
at the same time cocking a revolver in his
pocket with his right Watson jumped up
and pulled his knife. Webb dashed the
whisky in his face, blinding him for an in
stant, and then, as Watson came at him,
commenced shooting, and without going
into the heroics or even exclaiming, " My
father's murderer," proceeded to settle old
scores. He then walked out of the saloon,
and without much trouble made his escape.
Cincinnati Commercial, August 23.
Remarkable Effect of Lightning The
Gift of Preaching.
The case of Mrs. Birney, near Tippeca
noe, Harrison county, Ohio, is a remarka
ble one. At the age of eighteen, while
pitching a load of hay from a wagon into
a mow, she was struck by lightning,
which paralyzed the right half of her
body, from the crown of her head down.
She was entirely insensible Tor tne space
of two hours. She recovered from the
effects of the stroke, and at the age of
twenty -three years married her husband.
About twenty-three years ago she was
suddenly taken ill, as was supposed, and
while in an unconscious state delivered a
religious discourse.
From that time until the present those
spells have come upon her regularly
every two weeks. At first they occurred
on .week days, but for the past twenty
years they have invariably happened on
Sunday at ten o'clock a. m., when, rain or
shine, summer or winter, whether there
be a crowd or only her family present
she regularly passes into an unconscious
state, and delivers a religious discourse
always one hour to an hour and thirty
minutes in duration, and of the truest
orthodox stamp. She always feels un
well for hours before and after the deliv
ery of a sermon. She says she feels a
painful, prickling sensation in the right
half of her body, which begins several
hours before, and lasts until unconscious
ness takes place. Between the spells she
feeis perfectly well, and performs her
household labors as vigorously as if she
were many years younger than she really
is being now in her eighty-second year.
Exchange.
A Fall-Size Flying-Machine.
At a meeting of the Aerial Navigation
Company, held on Friday, July 24, in San
Francisco, it was voted to raise the neces
sary funds to construct an improved Avitor
of large size. The opinion of the engineers
of the company was unanimous as to suc
cess so far, and the feasibility and success
of the projected flying-ship. It will be
about one hundred and fifty feet in length,
twenty to forty feet diameter of the gas
ometer, with propelling blades on each side
of the center, describing a radius of about
sixteen feet The propellers are shaped
like a steamship's, with two blades, each,
very light They will be driven by a
steam engine of five horse-power, weigh
ing, with boiler connections and water,
four hundred and thirty pounds. The
planes on each side for floating the
machine, will be about twenty feet wide
at the center of the machine, and
made in sections, so they can be de
pressed or elevated at pleasure with the
rudder, or tail. The framework will be
made by Kimball & Co., the carriage-makers
; the gasometer will be made in sec
tions, so that in the event of accident to
one section the remainder will be sufficient
for all practical purposes; indeed, it is
claimed that the ship can fly through the
air with such speed that the sustaining
power of the planes alone will be suffi
cient to maintain the Avitor in mid-air.
The gasometer will be made, probably, of
thin muslin or suk, saturatea wun gutta
percha. It is to carry four persons, and
will be ready for trial in ninety days. The
result of this experiment will be looked
for with great interest all over the country.
San Francisco Bulletin.
It has been computed that in the United
States no less than seven pounds of coffee
are annually consumed for each person ;
while in England the average for eachper
son is one pound and one-eighth. In Eng
land tea is largely used as a breakfast bev
erage ; and, moreover, adulteration is even
more extensively practiced than in this
country, although it is distressingly com
mon among us. In the " old country" bar
ley, beans, and peas, and sundry other
counterfeits, are sold as coffee ; and it is
said thai more than half of what is re
tailed as ground coffee never grew on a
coffee plant
Thx owners of the Baden gaming estab
lishments spend great suns in advertising
their hells, by having inserted in the
papers wonderful accounts of how large
sums are won. One can hardly take np a
German paper without reading how this
duke or that baron has broke the bank by
his lucky gain
3RA
Mrs. Buffon's Xerves.
" But my poor nerves, George f
"Ah, yes, your nerves! Confound
your nerves, Mrs. Buffon ; you are always
throwing your nerves in my face. I say,
the wife of a poor man has no business
with nerves. There !"
And Mr. Buffon spitefully bit off the
end of his cigar, pulled his hat on his
head, and strode away to his place of busi
ness. But before Mr. Buffon had reached the
wholesale store down town, where he
was emnloved as a salesman, his temper
was gone and then he was ashamed of
himseir, as ne always was; ior ueorge
Buffon was a good-hearted fellow, despite
his fiery temper.
"Poor girl 1" he muttered ; " poor Emi
ly! I am too hard on her. She's the
mother of my children, and a good wife, if
man ever had one. It's not her . fault if
she has bad nerves." -
. And the more he thought about that
business of the evening cigar, the more he
saw that it was his duty to heed the little
wife's wish, timidly as she had expressed
it And still thinking, it occurred to him
that it might not be a bad idea if he were
to give up smoking altogether. He
whipped a lea-pencil out of his pocket and
made a calculation :
"Four cigars a day that's about my
average at ten cents a piece ; that's forty
cents a day. Three hundred and sixty-
five days a year multiplied by forty
whew ! why, it's one hundred and forty
six dollars a year! Who would have
thought it ! Hum hum must think it
over seriously."
And thinking it over seriously, he re
solved that yes, he would give up smoking
altogether.
And Mrs. Buffon? No sooner had her
husband left the house than she reproach
ed herself for her selfishness.
"Poor George r said she; "I ought
not to ask it of him. He has but few en
joyments, and I suppose it is my duty to
1 . l . . 1 " ; .
euuure nis cigar, uu, wuav a tiling it is
for a woman to hare nerves !"
That night, as the family sat around the
fire after supper, Mr. Button took to play
ing with the children, and did not take out
his cigar-case.
"Why don't
you smoke, dear?" asked
Mi. iJuflon.
Oh, my wife's nerves won't allow it,"
said Buffon, with a good-natured laugh.
"I was to blame, George," said the
wife. " Smoke, if you want to, dear. I
have made up my mind that after all, a
cigar is not such a dreadful thing. I
ought to be thankful for my good hus
band, who always spends his evenings at
home with his family as you do."
But Mr. Buffon did not smoke ; and the
evening passed away very pleasantly. No
further allusion was made to the subject
The next morning, Mr. Buffon took out
his cigar-case as usual, put a cigar between
his lips, and bidding his wife a pleasant
good by, walked away ; and when he got
to the corner where he usually lit his cigar,
he did not light it, but took it carefully
from between his lips and put it back in
his cigar-case.
The next 'evening came, and the next,
and still no cigar was lighted. Mrs. Buf
fon was thankful grateful ; and as month
after month passed by, and she saw that
the evening cigar was given up for good,
she declared there never was so good a
husband in the world, and that she would
do something to give him an agreeable
surprise.
When a woman makes a resolve of this
sort, you may be sure something will cer
tainly come of it
One night a year later, as the family sat
around the fireside, Mrs. Buffon said :
" George, it is just a year to-night since
you gave up your evening cigar.
" Just what I was about to observe, little
wife," said Buffon. ,
" You were so good about that, dear,
that I thought it was my duty to make an
extra effort to please you. So come into
the bed-room, dear, and see what I have
got to show you."
They went in and Mrs. Buffon uncov
ered an object which had stood hidden in
the corner, revealing a curious little iron
and steel concern, in the shape of a big
letter G.
"A sewing machine!" exclaimed Buf
fon. "Yes, dear just what I have been
wanting for so long a time, you know. It
will save a great deal of expense; for now
I can make all the children's clothes my
self, just as well as not to say nothing of
your own shirts, ueorge.
"But where did you get the money,
Emily?"
" Saved it from the grocer, the butcher
and the baker, George. Ah, you don't
know how a few cents a day will count
up."
" Don't I?" whispered Buffon.
" I got the machine yesterday, all com
plete, for fifty-five dollars, and I have six
dollars left."
"But your nerves, Emily! A sewing
machine will drive you distracted with its
racket"
"It makes no noise at all, dear," said
Mrs. Buffon, sitting down at the machine
and setting it to work. " I can run it close
by baby's cradle, when the little fellow is
asleep, and it won't wake him. It. won't
make noise enough to interfere with you
in the evening when you are reading aloud
to me."
Mr. Buffon kissed the little wife silently,
and they returned to the sitting room.
"Well, dear," said he, after they were
seated, "you have given me a pleasant
little surprise, and now I think I will give
you one.
Mrs. Button's face flushed.
"What would you call that, Emily?"
said he, drawing a bulky document from
his pocket
She opened it eagerly.
" George ! This is an insurance policy."
" An insurance in a Life Insurance Com
pany, my dear, for seven thousand five
hundred dollars. If I die to-morrow you
will get the money."
"And it costs you a hundred and fifty
dollars a year, George ?
"About that"
"Why, where did you get so much
money?"
" It is cigar money, dear." -
Tears stood in the wife's eyes. And
when the husband told her that, besides
giving up his evening cigar, he had given
up smoking altogether, she could not help
throwing her arms about his neck and
kissing him so fervently that the children
looked on in astonishment
"But you wentaway every morning with
your cigar in your mouth," said the wife,
a minute later.
"And put it back in the case as soon as
I got out of sight" said he. " See, Emily t
Here is the old cigar case, with three cigars
in it They are badly chewed about the
ends, you see ; but these three cigars have
lasted me a year.".
" Oh. vou roeue ! "
" And now-I guess I will light all three
or them together.
So saving he threw them into the fire.
Mrs. Buffon declares that that night was
the happiest of all her wedded life.
I5early Drowned by a Water Dog.
Thb following curious story is told by a
correspondent of Land ana Water, a Lon
don magazine :
"The following adventure may serve as
a warning to others : Last Saturday I took
my first bath of the season in the beautiful
and retired pool below the Weir at Odney,
near Cockham. This pool,- like most of
tne poois on the 1 names, is known to be
dangerous when much water is coming
down, as the undercurrents are very
strong, flowing directly back beneath the
upper-down current until they reach the
boarding, which is extensively undermined.
As the water was low, no danger was ap
prehended on this score, even by a poor
swimmer out of practice like myself. I
had with me a young retriever of a very
large Dreed, a famous swimmer,
whom, unheeding, I left upon the
bank untied. While swimming on my
back, and splashing with my feet, friend
Rollo, thinking, doubtless, his master was
in a bad way, hastened with all speed to
wards me; having turned on my breast, I
was then swimming leisurely away to
about the middle of the pool, which is fif
teen feet deep. When I felt the dog elpse
upon me I struck out hard, but could not
get away, his claws scratching my back,
and bobbing my nose oniler water repeat
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edly, till he sent me right under by putting
his paws on my shoulders. When I came
p out of breath and with mouth full of
water at his side, I yelled out as well as I
could, 'Quiet, Rollo!' This was heard
above the noise of the waterfall, and at
tracted the attention of some gentlemen
near the bridge; but it failed in its effect
on my poor dog, who, delighted to see
me above water again, began fondling,
and again putting his paws on my shoul
ders and head, sent me down under water
ever so far. Thinking my only chance
was to dive from him under water, I turned
under the water and struck out as fast as
possible, and as long as I could keep un
der. ' The boatman tells me he had seen or
heard none of this, swimming towards the
other side of the pool, when turning
round at this moment neither I nor the
dog were in sight and he got alarmed, as
I kept so very long under water. He says
the dog must have dived after me. When
I came up, greatly spent and out of breath,
to my horror the dog was close tome.
Again and again be was upon me. When
I came up the last time, gasping and ex
hausted, I hit the dog with all my might
hard on the tender part of his nose, driving
him away three or four yards. I then
struck out for the shore with all my
strength a race for dear life my faithful
dog close at my heels. I touched the
ground with my knees, and with an utter
exhaustion I staggered the two paces to
the bank, and fell down with heaving
chest and gasping breath, unable to move,
while my poor dog licked me all over to
show his gladness at my having got out
safe. Having had so narraw an escape of
life, for most likely the dog would have
prevented those from diving after m ; who
were ready to help me (and whom I now
beg most sincerely to thank), I think it
my duty to warn others, as few know what
a dangerous companion a dog is in the
water, unless, indeed, it is specially broken
in, or swimming with those who, unlike
the writer, are perfectly at home in the
midst of the deep."
A Good Game.
Titers is a simple but extremely enter
taining play to which our young folks have
given the name of Verbarium, and which
has had a remarkable effect within our ob
servation in stimulating the faculty of
language in many somewhat sluggish
brains. It is true, and will be seen present
ly, that in this play words are associated
by means of their spelling merely, while
iu speaking or writing we require them to
obey the association or ideas ; but the great
point is gained when we have become
thoroughly familiar with the words them
selves, their looks, their sound, and their
meaning; and verbarium is to the word
student what herbarium is to the botanist.
A number of persons the more the mer
rier arc provided with pencils and paper.
and a word chosen as the verbarium, which
each writes at the head of his sheet The
object of the game is to draw out the vast
number of words which he folded up, as it
were, in the verbarium, and this is accom
plished, amid much excitement and amuse
ment in the following manner: Let us
suppose, for instance, that the word chosen
is Treason. One of the company is ap
pointed time-keeper ; and the signal being
given, each writes as rapidly as possihle
all the words beginning with T which
can be spelled with the letters of the
verbariam. At the end of two minutes the
lime-keeper calls " Time !" and the eager
pencils are obliged to stop. The
company then read, in order, the
words they have written. As each word
is read, those who have not written it call
out "No," and those who have it cross it
out from their lists, and place opposite to
it a number of credits equal to the num
ber of defaulters. If three persons, for
instance, fail to have the word Tea, the
rest take three credits. Two minutes are
then devoted to words beginning with R,
and so on, until the whole verbarium is ex
hausted, when each player counts the ag
gregate number of his credits, and he who
has the largest number is declared the
winner. The possibilities of fun in this
game do not all appear from a dry descrip
tion like the foregoing. The lamentations
of those who, in their zealous pursuit in
complicated anagrams, have overlooked
the simplest combination ; the shouts of
laughter that attend the defeat of an at
tempt to impose triumphantly some word
that "isn't in it ;" the appeals to the Dic
tionary to settle the disputed question, and
a hundred other lively incidents of the
game, render it one of the most popular
with old and young that have ever been
introduced into the parlor. Try verbarium
in your family, and you will find it infalli
bly successful as a means of amusement,
while it is, as we have pointed out, highly
useful American Builder.
Christopher Colombo.
The following is from Mark Twain's "New
Pilgrim's Progress." The party amused
themselves, and nearly drove the guide
crazy, at Genoa, by pretending utter stu
pidity and indifference to any wonders he
had to show. After this style :
"The guides in Genoa are delighted to
secure an American party, because Ameri
cans so much wonder, and deal so much in
sentiment and emotion, before any relic of
Columbus. Ourguidetherefiagetedabout
as if he had swallowed a spring mattress.
He was full of animation full of impa
tience. He said:
"'Come wis me, genteelmen ! come !
t show you ze letter writing by Christopher
Colombo! write it himself r write it wis
his own hand! comer
" He took us to the municipal palace.
After much impressive fumbling of keys
and opening of locks, the stained and aged
document was spread before us. The
guide's eyes sparkled. He danced about
us and touched the parchment with his
finger.
"What I tell you, genteelmen ! Is it
not so? See! handwriting Christopher
Colombo ! write it himself !
"We looked indifferent unconcerned.
The doctor examined the document very
deliberately, during a painful pause. Then
he said, without any show of interest :
" Ah Ferguson what what did you
say was the name of the party who wrote
this?'
" Christopher Colombo ! ze great Chris,
topher Colombo ! .
" Another deliberate examination.
"Ah did he write it himself, or or
how?'
"He write it himself! Christopher
Colombo! he's own hand-writing, write
by himself! : -
" Then the doctor laid the document
down, and said : .
"'Why I have seen boys in America,
only 14 years old, that could write better
than that
" ' But ris is ze great Christo '
" ' I don't care who it is ! It's the worst
writing I ever saw. Now, you must not
think you can impose on us because we
are strangers. We are no fools, by a good
deal. If yon have got any specimens of
penmanship of real merit trot them out !
and if you haven't drive on !' . .
" We drove on. The guide was consid
erably shaken up, but he made one more
venture. He had something which he
thought would overcome us. He said :
"'Ah, genteelmen, you come wis me !
I show you beautiful, O, magnificent bust
Christopher Colombo !.. splendid, grand,
magnificent P '
"He brought us before the beautiful
, bust for it teas , beautiful and sprang
back and struck an attitude :
" 4 Ah. look, ' genteelmen ! beautiful,
grand bust Christopher Colombo ! beau
ulnl bust beautiful pedestal !'
" The doctor put up his eye-glas pro
cured for such occasions : .
Ah, what did you say this gentleman s
name was! ', ' 1
"'Christopher Colombo! ze great
Christopher Colombo f
"Christopher Colombo the great
Christopher Colombo. Well, what did he
dof '
" Discover America 1 discover Ameri
ca. Oh, ze devil !'
"Discover America. - No that state
ment will hardly wash. We are just from
America ourselves. We heard nothing
about it Christopher Colombo pleasant
name hi is he dead!"
"'Oh, corpo di Baccho ! 300 years !
"Whatdidhedieof? '.
" 4 1 do not know ! I cannot ten V
"SmaU-pox, think?
"I do not know, genteelmen! I do
not know vchat he die of 1
Ueasles, Ekeryf
"May be may be I do not know I
think he die of arjmethisgs.' .
Parents Hying? ;
-."Inpo8seebler . ,
"Ah which is the boat and which la
the pedestal?
. " 'Santa Maria ? Mtze bust! eis zeoed-
estalP -.-,.
"'Ah, I see, I see happy combination.
mtYJ WUIUUIOUUU, 1UUCCU. Jt9
this the first time this gentleman was ever
on a bust?"
FACTS AXD FIGURES.
SnnvoriKLrj, Mass., is valued at $23,
535,910. Sackaxtctto river sand is said to be
worth $8 per ton. -
LxwrsTOX, Pa-, has 30 inhabitants who
are more than 70 years old. One of these
is 104 years old.
Roxb, by a new census, has 220,533 in
habitants ; 7,480 of them are priests,
monks, and nuns.
Bltjk Gowx, the winner of the Derby
in 1868, has won for his owner the hand
some sum of 17,563,
A CnrcntKATt gentleman has bought ten
thousand acres of land in Tennessee upon
which to establish a colony. -
Os the 1st of July the Western Union
Telegraph Company had 10434 miles of
wire and 103 miles of -cable.
A statistical chap say 9 the hands of
magazine readers in this country travel
12,000 miles a year in cutting the leaves.
Oxb of the most fashionable young la
dies at Nahant wears a hat which cost
only ten cents, and which she trimmed
herself.
Quits a number of bears have been
trapped this season in the vicinity of Au
rora, Maine. They have not been so
troublesome for many years.
" Thkt say, in Berlin, that King William
is always under the. influence of strong
doses of morphine when he appears on
parade, or on other public occasions.
Thb "champion horse tradist" resides
in Manchester, N. IL He has owned,
daring the past five years, 3,000 horses,
worth, on an average, $15 apiece.
Eliot Bcrritt, the learned blacksmith,
has established an emigrant agency at
Birmingham, England, where he has been
United States Consul for several years
past
Womatt Suffrage Conventions are to be
held in Chicago on the 9th and 10th of
September, on the 16th am' 1 th in Cincin
nati, and on the 6th and 7th of October in
St Louis
Ik July 332,277 citizens of Boston, men
women and children, availed themselves of
the privileges and advantages afforded by
the various public bathing-houses in that
city
A spider in the Sheriff's office in St
Louis has woven a web which is a perfect
imitation of lace. It is eight inches in
length, and has attracted hosts of specta
tors. Thb number of cows in France is more
than 5,000,0'X). In Paris the consumption
of milk is nearly 500,000 quarts a day.
Milk is sold at from ten to forty centimes
a quart, according to the locality and the
quality.
A dramatist in Rutland, Vt, has writ
ten a moral play, after the style of " One
Night in Ten Bar-rooms." it is a temper
ance drama in ten acta, eighteen scenes
and fifteen characters. It is the career of
four drunkards.
The noise produced by the Chinese mu
sicians is so harsh and barbarous that the
Common Council of San Francisco not
long since passed an ordinance for the sup
pression of Chinese orchestra bands.
Thb total amount expended in the Dis
trict of Columbia, from the time the seat
of Government was located there, to June
30, 1868, for public works of every descrip
tion, including buildings and works of art.
18 f:i7,3y0,853.03.
WrrHnf ten miles of Ithaca, N.
there are over one hundred and fifty
waterfalls, nine of which are more than
one hundred feet high. These are situated
in thirty superb ravines in the midst or
the grandest rock scenery.
A minister who has been recruiting
among the Springs ot Saratoga writes
that the belle of the season wears a dress
valued at the amount of his salary for two
years, and a set of diamonds equal in value
to the cost of a comfortable mission
church, with infant room attached, gas
fixtures and cabinet-organ included !
At a recent sale of Mr. DiUon's conec
tion of autographs in London, George
Washington's letter to Newenham, in
which he deplores the condition of Ire
land, sold for $500; one from Bacon
brought $05 ; and one from Oliver Crom
well, $495 ; Queen Elizabeth's instructions
concerning the Anjou marriage brought
$350.
Ix the English Churchman's Almanac,
the annual incomes of the twenty Arch
bishops and Bishops of the Church of Eng
land is given. The largest annuity, about
$100,000 in our currency, is received by
the Archbishop of Canterbury. Several
receive $75,000, and the smallest amount
is $23,500.
Electricttt on the railroads in France
is taking the place of human watchful
ness.' On many, lines there are contriv
ances where the passing of a train is au
tomatically announced to neighboring
stationa The cars pass over connecting
wires and the train records itself before
and behind, so that its progress and ap
pearance are alike indicated.
A comparative statement of the mor
tality of the cities of Boston, Cincinnati,
Chicago and St Louis, from January 1 to
July 1,1869, based upon official figures.
in Boston ; every one hundred and fourth
in Cincinnati; every one hundred and
eleventh in Chicaa-o. and every one hundred
and tenth in St Louis.
A Paris correspondent says the Bavarian
girls, whatever may be the reason, have
iue nnesi nair in x.unpc i ucrc ui uw
town where the fair Austrian Empress
passed her childhood, the monument of a
girl who died of having too much of it
It is stated in her epitaph that the nourish
ment of her body was absorbed by the
capillary vessels), and that her hair In the
short space of ten months grew, on its be
ing shaved, to the extraordinary length of
three yards.
A max living in Bouhey, France, recent
ly fell, from over-indulgence in drink, into
a state of lethargy so complete that he
was believed to be dead. The man was
laid out and his friends came to pay their
farewell visit One woman, however, re
marking that one of his arms was hanging
down, took it up to replace it on the bed,
when, at the touch, the apparent corpse
suddenly opened its eyes and looked
around the room. A doctor was at once
summoned, and the man recovered.
Thb Pittsburgh Commercial states that
an inventor, of that city, has constructed a
furnace in which a pan of water has been
so arranged that the water is decomposed,
and the oxyjjen ejected into the fire render
ing combustion complete, and saving fifty
per cent of the fueL Another exchange
claims that a similar arrangement was in
vented in Europe a few years ago, but
failed to save fuel because it required as
much heat to decompose the water as was
gained by the use of the oxygen.
Whether time goes rapidly quite de
pends on the object in prospect A young
lady on her way to church to get married
regards every moment as an hour; a man
on his journey to be hung thinks an hour
concentrated into every moment Thu
young chap who is waiting for an answer
to his proposal looks upon a week as an
age, while the man of 35 waiting for his
divorce papers believes every hour con
tains full five hundred minutes. A hungry
man half an hour before dinner thinks it
wUl never come, and a dyspeptic wishes
time stood a whole day. So it goes or
don't go, according to the individual case
in hand.
. An English paper states that out of
twelve jurymen who decided upon the
merits of a case heard at the recent Meri
onethshire assise, only four could speak
or understand English. The evidence was
given in English, the counsel spoke in
English, and his lordship's charge was
given in English also. And eifcht of the
jurymen understood not a word I Upon
the lour who did, devolved the unpleasant
duty of explaining the facts of the case
and making clear to their fellows what was
before dark. No wonder they were tome
time in arriving at a verdict, and that the
four English speaking jurymen vowed
they "never had such a job to' tackle
afore." :
Oxb of our neighbors has just called our
attention to his peaches, which are being
destroyed by honey-bees. Just as soon aa
the peaches begin to mellow, the bees at
tack them, and in such numbers as to al
most cover the fruit - We counted twenty
bees upon one specimen ', and in some in
stances, the bees had burrowed their en
tire length into the fruit and were either
so stupefied with sucking the juice, or in
tent upon their work, that it was with con
siderable difficulty that we made them
leave the fruit . Whether the bees are the
first aggressors or not we are unable to
say. but that they soon suck out the juice
after an opening is made is quite certain.
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