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JOHN H. OBERLY, PROPRIETOR.
CAIRO. ILLINOIS. SUNDAY. JANUARY 2G. 1873.
BULLETIN BUILDING WASHINGTON-AV.
MR. MAYNARD'S HIRED MAN.
"'Pickery, dlckery, dock;
Tlio mouse rati up the clock ;
Tho clock struck one,
And down lie run :
Ob, my good gracious ! how dare you ?"
Fanny laid the pink bundle down in a
rocking-chair full of pillows. Tho
bundle protested with a vigorous
movement, and in another moment tho
rocking-chair and tho baby came down
together. "Now, you awful man, the
child is killed I" cried Fanny, with n
scared faco, an she lifted the tiny mor
sel from the floor; but tho pillows had
protected it, and the Btartled baby, af
ttr one effort ut curling her lips, broke
into i charming smile.
"No harm douo ; and I trust I'm
forgiven, " said Mathew Donu.
" No you are not forgiven.
ntvtr forgive you Mr. Mathew
so please leave baby and mu.
nothing more to say."
"Well, 1 I'm going."
"You can go, sir."
The yong man went softly,
out : but he looked neither grieved nor
angry on the other side ol the door ; he
The circumstances were these :
Fanny had been amusing her sister'
child, and the little cherub seemed
never to tire of musical founds; so
Fanny, who had "Mother Goose" by
heart, liked nothing better than to sit
in the cozy sitting-room, which was
really the nursery, and sing those old,
Mathew Donn was the hired man,
and on this particular morning had
stolen in uuictly behind Miss Fanny,
and, tempted ol what? surely not the
Evil One had bent over and kissed
her on the forehead.
And this he had dared to do, know
ing that Faunv waB a city young lady,
living in a fashionable nuartor. and
used to tho bent society.
Fannv's sister had married a rich
farmer not nuito two years before
People talked about these Rrysons
burviiiL themselves alive; but both
Olive and Fanny loved the country
better than tho town, Every summer
Fanny was glad to leave the "stuffy old
house, " as she called it, and almost
bv ooo lean on the express train find
herself in paradise, breathing air redo
lent of white clover and sweet-brier
During tho winter the sistcrj corrcs
ponded regularly , and Olive had sung
the praises of Mathew Donn, their hired
man, so often that l-aniiy lound her
celt thinking ol his acquaintance in
one of the pleasant probabilities of her
"c don t pretend to treat turn as
help, " wrote Olive, holding her baby
on ouc knee and steadying tlio paper
with a bronze weight ; " for hu is not
in the least like the men who hire out
in these parti". 1 should be ashamed
not to ask him to come to tho tablo
and iust lor the novelty ol it, 1
want you to tako a peep in his room
Harry calls htm his rara ut"s ; and
tho two really enjoy themselves to
gether almost like brothers. Resides,
he's nearly as handsome as my Harry ;
he. vou kuow. is the handsomest man
in the world I"
And the pleasant pen ran on and
told about planting the prospective
swect-coru, and pea blossoms, and liow
the grape-vinos were full of tho tiniest
bunches, and the young peachtrecs
were going to do splendidly ; and Adela
had two of the "cunningest, milk-white
teeth. and 1 kuow not how much
more loving nonsense.
Now Fanny had a rich lover, and,
like most rich lovers, he was not pro
possessing in his personal appearance
In her own written language to Olive,
"ho pestered her to death." To bo
sure it was plcasautto sco his splendid
cauipage in tront ot their door, with
the two superb grays, for oil raro oc
casions Fanny yielded to his solici
tations to take a ride ; and he always
contrived to drive her by his custlo ot
a brown stone-front, perhaps to tempt
her; for Faun was as fond of beauti
ful things as women ought to be, and
was well aware of tho advantages which
money cau give.
Roth her father and mother wore
anxious that she should marry tho
Hon. Ebenezcr Wolcott, but Fanny
was high spirited, and they seldom ad
vised her. Tho girl knew that they
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were living ncyonu incir meaus tor her
take, and this knowledge had been
bitterly earned. She and Olivo had
mauy conferences over it.
"1 think if you were married, " taid
Olive, "papa would como bore and tako
a small nouso; then business need not
press him so in old ago."
Ebenezcr had done tho proper thing
had offered Fanny his heart, his
houso, his carriago, and his horses ; and
although ho was known for a pugna
cious old gentleman, terribly set iu his
way, ho was honorablo, and ho loved
beautiful Fanny Bryson with all his
heart. And Fanny had told him that
Bho could not then decide that sho
wns point? for tho summer months to
sister Olive's, and at tho closo of her
visit sho would give him his answer.
"And may I come out there some
times? asked Ebcu.
Fanny gave a rcluotant consent, and
wished with all hor heart that sho had
refused him ; so, with tho understand
ing that ho was to call us a frioud, the
At the depot Fanny found hor sis
tor's carriage in waiting, and was ac
eostod by tho handsomest as well as the
tallest man she had ever seen. Six
feet four and proportionately majestic,
he seemed liko Apollo and Hercules
" Can this bo tho hired man?"
thought Fanny ; and then sho looked
at his dress. Not a trace of servitude
about him ; but he treated her with ex
treme deference, raid hut little, drove
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witu uic precision oi a man accusiomcu
to horses, and drew up before tho cot
tago iu a grand style.
l-atiny was in her sisters arms, and
after her, the baby camo iu for a fair
share of kisses.
"Well, is that your hired man?"
queried Fanny, after her comfortablo
installment in ouo of the luxurious
"lcs. dear; that is juainew uoun.
How did you liko him?"
"lie looks like a gentleman, nam
Fanny, after a littlo pause.
He is a gentleman, dear, in the nest
sense of tho word : I told you that."
"And does he speak liiiglish wcllf
"Why, child, ho isn't a foreigner,"
I mean grammatically," said
"Oh vch ; 1 presume he has had a
good commou-fchool education, re
plied Olive, "and something betler. 1
know there are certain classical books
in his room ; whether ho ever reads
them or not I can't say."
"Why in the world does ho hire
out?" cried Fanny, dismay in her
"Why shouldn't he?" asked Olive,
laughing heartily again. "He likeH
the country, is used to horses, and and
I suppose he can t get anything better
'Rut a man liko him might bo
somebody !" ejaculated Fanny, with
vehemence, "jly patience 1 has he no
ambition? I'm afraid I shall despise
"Perhaps, dear, he would'! mind if
vou did." said Olive, hiding her face
iu the white neck ol her baby, "lie
is so vcrv independent."
Surely, why should he care what sho
thought of him ? soliloquized Fanny,
her checks flushing.
J no next day she root him at the
table. It seemed strange enough to sit
down with hired help, but she was
forced to confess that in nothing did he
give the impression of being a menial.
"Shall we take hold ol that hvc-acre
lot this morning?" he asked, respect
fully, of Mr. Maynard, Olives husband.
" No , I prefer you should look to
the drainage of that strip cast of the
hill," was tho answer. "There'll bo no
rain yet a while, and I want to prepare
that 'and for potatoes."
Faunv watched Mathew Donn out
on the bIv, and Olive caught her at
I wanted to see what kind of a dress
he works in; said Fannv, with tell-talo
"Don't vou th'ink him a little hand
somer in his blouse and heavy field
boots ?" asked Olive.
"He certainly is very handsome,"
said I'annv. lrankly ; "but why in trie
world However," she added, stopping
short, "it's none of my business; but
such a man as that should surely work
his own land."
"That's true," said Olive quietly,
Time passed on. Fanny became ac
customed to cat, sit, and uven talk
with the hired man. One day Olive
took her up into his room. Fanny
stood aghast. It was as exquisite iu
its way as a lady's boudoir.
"He furnished it himself," said 01
ivc, iu reply to Fanny's look of sur-
i A ml sen how norlect v neat
thin!? is kept ; always in this
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"A Whiltou carpet, murmureu
Fanny ; "marble-top set ; that l'sychcl,
those flowers I and what is this .'
She lifted a lovely little miniature from
tho table, one ot tho most bcautitui
mid refined faces she had ever
'Oh, one of his friends, I suppose,"
said Olive, iu her uiidemonstrati. e
beautiful order. Jo you wauuer nar
ry calls him n mm avhV
"Indeed I can not," said Fanny slow
ly ; "but ho must spend every cent he
cams to furnish himself in this extra
"Ho has nothing else to do with his
moucy, dear," said Olivo ; "ho don't
oven buy cigars. For my part, I think
he is perfectly elegant."
Fanny said nothing, but she found
herself "wishing that she knew who
was tho original of that lovely mini
ature, aud tryiug to rcconcilo the
tastes and surrounuings ot tno man
himself with his pcrvilo occupation.
Not but what the work was good
euough, aud honorablo for any man ;
but why was ho uot laboring for him
self instead of another?
For davs she thought of tho mini
ature. Every timo sho met him, heard,
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mm lain or sing no iinu u uuu uiuu
and was not averse to using it up
popped that mysterious faco with tho
Spanish oyes and the clustering curls.
Mr. Ebeu Wolcott, meantime, had
taken advantage of her reluctant per
mission and brought his dashing team
noccntly, and their eyes mot.
Tho red blood flow all over poor
Fanny's faco i she felt hot to tho crown
of her head and yet why should sho ?
"That's a pretty question to askl"
she cxclainud, nca'rly angry.
"Well, dear, but how am i to Know
who 'that man' is ?" queried unve.
"You know it is Mr. Wolcott, said
Fanny, nearly crying.
"Well, ho is a good man, and a rich
' ,it i :.t.
one, was answer, "i kuow
would jump at the chanco, as the say
ing is. I would cither marry him or
send him off."
IMmw!" aid Fannv. biting hor
red lips and a few moments after sho
left tho room, conscious of a new, a
painful, and at the samo time strangely
delightful experience. No use to try to
conceal it or cloak it to herself not
the slightest ; she loved Mathew Donn,
her sister's hired man.
How sho paced her room, half dis
tracted, sobbing without tears, form
ing wild resolves, and then throwing
herself down with a senso of her utter
helplessness, I shall not describe. How
could sho ever meet him again? Could
she keep her almost painful secret, and
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did uuvo guess at it r nai wumu
Olive think what counsel her if she
Only the next time that Mr. Ebon
Wolcott came out she quietly dismissed
him, and then made up hor mind that
she must go home. If she could only
fly to the ends of the earth 1
Hut Fanuy did not go, for Olive
would uot hear of it. A slight cold
confiucd Olive to her room, but one
evening she sent Fanny out and bade
her peremptorily to tako Harry and
go for a walk. Then sho summoned
her husband to give him his orders,
but when he came dowu stairs Alico
was gone, and Mathew, with a wicked
littlo smile, was taking down his
"That's right, Don," said Harry,
breaking into a laugh ; "she ought -to
know hotter than to goalone. Ry-the-way,
I happ'n to kuow that she has
dismissed old alderman."
Donn smiled again and went out,
closiug the door behind him. There
was a bright moon, displaying flower,
leaf, and bud. Supposing that Fanny
would only make the round of the
place, he ran swiftly down to the back
gate, aud met her just as she had
reached tho great elm that stook guard
ing the lane.
.She started at sight of him.
"You will allow mo to walk with
vou?" ho said. "There is a squad of
gypsies in the neighborhood, and some
one might molest you.
Fanuv could not say no ; could not
talk. even, for with ready tact ho took
all the conversation on himself. What
did he not touch upon ? Opera, arts
nature, citv. countrv all derived new
beauty from the glamour of his tongue
Was i"t strange that Fanny found her.
self leaning on his arm and listening
with rant attention to tho eloquence of
his speech ? From that timo there
was a certain tacit understanding bo-
twecn them, aud all went smoothly till
the morning ho kissed her. ror that
Fanny was angry at herself that sho
was not angrier with him. All day
lot g she was full of moods, changing
from grave to gay, from fits of reflec
tion to the wildest merriment.
"Fanny," said Harry, coming up to
his wife's room after tea, "Mr. Donu
wishes to speak with you down
All the lovely color faded out of her
faco at this announcement. She longed
to assert herself ; but might they not
read the truth iu her eyes if sho re
Slowly sho weut down stairs.
Donu was tho parlor, walking back
and forth. He came to meet her with
"I want you to forgivo my rudeness
ot tie morning," ho said. "In my as
sumed character I had no right to tako
such a liberty, or, indeed, in my own.'
"Your tmumrd character 1" she ex
claimed trembling, as sho Heated her
self. "Yes. My friend Harry met mo a
year ago.wnen we wore uotn traveling.
1 was a good deal rundown in ncaiin,
and the doctors said that were I a
laboriug mau I might overcome tho
disease that was wastiug mo. So I
contracted with Harry to work for him,
liko any common farmer aud ho was
to keen mv real nanio and position a
Ho saw tho change in her beautiful
"My real namo is Donn Mathews,"
ho added, smiling, "and there is no
need of mv working for a living ; but
I really think I shall go iu partnor
ship with my friend Harry, and turn
farmer. Rut you havo uot told mo
whether you forgivo me."
"I I don't know," retorted Fanny
half laughing, half crying.
"Fanny, Funny 1 if you knew how I
lovo you," ho cried, suddenly stopping
in front of her, "I do think you
"I I am so, so glad!"
It was not politic, perhaps, this con
fession, but it was very natural.
"And I think I can match your nl-
dorman's houso," ho added, taking hor
ii v joiin o. wiiiTTieit.
The river hemmed with leaning trcci
Wound through lta modowa green:
A low, bluo line ot mountain showed
The open pines between.
One sharp, tall peak above them all
Clear Into sunlight prong ;
I saw tho river of my ilreann,
Tho mountain that X sang!
"o clue of memory led mc on,
Hut well the way I knew ;
A, reeling ol fuinlliur things
With every footstep grew.
Not otherwise above its crag
Could lean tlio Maided plnn ;
Not othcrwito the maple hold
Aloft Its red cnidgn.
Ho up tho long and thorn foot-hllli
The mountain road should creep ;
Ho green and low the meadow fold,
Its rcd-hulrvd klne iulcp.
The river wound as It should wind ;
Their place the mountain took;
The white, torn fringes of their clouds
Wore no unwonted look.
Vet ne'er before that river's rim
Was pressed by feet otinine,
Never before mine eyes had erosed
That broken mountain line.
A pre" nre, strange at once and knowi,
Walked with mc as ray guide ;
The skirts ol some forgotten life
Trailed noiseless at my side.
Was It a dlin-rcmembercd dream
Or glimpse through a'ons old?
The secret which the mountains kept
The river never told.
Hut from the vision ere It passed
A tender hope I drew,
And, pleasant, as a down of spring.
The thought within me grew :
That loo would temper every change,
And soften all surprise,
And, misty with the dreams of earth,
The hills of heaven arUe.
Atlantic Monthly for February.
EDWARD LYTTON RULWER
The going out of Rulwcr is full of
sweet suggestions. It recalls old
summer days in summer woods, and
by-gone rambles through country lanes,
and sacred twilight strolls in high
walled gardens. It brings baok to us
the companionship, both in the story
and in actual lifo, of the girl
"Who wept with delight If you gave lera
And who trembled for fear ot your frown, "
to say nothing of the lover, who was
always down on his knees, or standing
erect, like a war god, with his hind
upon his sword, ready to fight three or
a dozen villans, be they fathirs,
brothers or mercenaries hired to dt a
certain bloodly job at the heroiuo'sex
pensc ! It summons before us the
gypsy camp, the bandit's castle, the
tinker's cart, the highway, tho brest
aud the moor. It crosses tho radland
sea and carries us into Pompei with
filaueus and Nvdia. aud a wold of
old Latins, to show us the itrocts,
temples and heaters. It leacs us
among tho nobles and the gentrj; into
manor-houses and country seats, wuere
we meet tho best company and hear
the most noblo discourses. It makes
us once again familiar with literary lifo
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and iteuMlcr laticn, Dy reminuiui us oi
our old acquaintances, John nuricy
and Lenny Fairfield and Frank v ance.
It takes us on an excursion vith the
strolling players. It says to us, as
plainly as history says to us, nsplainlj
as the cablo says to us that Rulwcr is
dead, that Richelieu lived, and still
lives, in Rulwcr's drama. It does this,
too, in a strange, phantasmic way, w
though wo had been all day half hunt
ing for a half-forgotten dream; fcr
Rulwer's writing, as Hazlctt said f
Campbell's poetry, is liko tho purp'o
gilliflowcr, both for its color and fa
scent, its glowing warmth, its rich ad
languid perfection, as sweet as
the lids ol Juno's eyes,
Or Cythcrea'n breath.
This spell hangs over Rulwcr's cssiys,
and even over his speeches ; which last
deserved to rank higher than they did,
for in the m the politician curbed tho
steeds of the poet just euough to get
on rapidly aud at tho same time re
spectably, marking distauce and time
as ho went with admirable seuse aud
spirit. In America, however, Rulwer
is knowu chiefly, almost only, as a novel-writer
and u play-writer, as tho au
thor of "The Last Days of Pompeii"
"What Will llo uo With nr lor
"Eugene Aram" and "Paul Clifford,"
and evon "Pelhani," nro well-nigk ob
solete with tho present generation. As
a uovclist and dramatist ho is lnown
among us, and by the standarls of
fiction and tho drama wo must judge
him. In England tho critics agrco
that "Tho Caxtons" is his master-
pieco. iu tins count ry tno paim w.-eins
to bo given to "What Will He Do
With It ?" Each, and not least of tho
threo, "My Novol," is an ndinirablo
performance, a fair critical proferonco
being next to impossiblo, since they
aro all in tho samo vein, all wrought
wcr's beautiful, heart-inspired doll
house. It is impossible to classify
him, just as it is impossible to classify
Goldsmith ; unless wo say he was tho
king of tho sentimentalists of England,
which is a poor description, since Eng
lish litcraturo, whilst possessing a
sufficiency of sentiment, is not es
sentially scntimcutalistic. It is moro
to our tasto to regard him as wo regard
other of our youthful benefactors, as a
sort of later genii, who mot us as wo
were coming fairly out of the nursery
with a woldfy and realistic, but still
fairy-like and fabulous, adaptation of
tho dear old lies which erst lulled us
to sleep ; who said to us, "Sec how
splendid tho world is I Rehold, the
Palace of Aladdin is not a myth, but a
real palace aud just beyond tho wood
yonder. As yuo pass through tho
shadows you are pretty sure to meet
Robin Hood. Nay, if you will turn
but to the left, aud tear away the thick
ets that shut up tho entrance to the
glade, you will como upon the Sleeping
Rcauty. Here arc tho Enchanted San-
i dais. This is Excalibar, tho real and
! uot the ideal sword. Listen how tho
trees aro murmuring love songs to
the stars as they spread their sweet
leaves iu the air and dedicate their
beauties to tho night. Re not afraid.
The wholo earth is peopled with fair
ies and goblins the very samo you
met in your cradle and tho goblins
were made only to bo overcome by tho
fairies. So you be good, and brave,
so you bo noble-miuded, you may do
anything. You may
bestride tho gosamer,
That wantons in the Idle, summer air,
And yet not full.
This oak hero talks liko an oracle ;
and that pretty elm is Cinderella in dis
guise. How soft the grass is; how the
red light of tho suu steals iu among
the branches to warn us of the coming
dusk, when the satyrs aud the gypsies
will roam abroad, and the part of valor
will bo the rescue of damcls iu dis
tress. The owl hoots. The curfew
tolls the knell of parting day. Tho
3ats fly i' the solemn air. Tho hares
iie to the copses. The moon comes
out to shine on tho walls of magic tow
ers and glimmer into the mirror of
rivulet and lake. Jic not atraiu ; out
Lady of Lyons," of "Money"
Novel," of "Richelieu" and
to uiunicut. Poor baunv. at
of his respectablo nldermauio person, hands in his "dear, dear Funny I"
his gold-bowed spectacles, aud thick ' "Aud his horses?" laughed Fa
gray whiskers, folt a strange sinking
at tho heart. Why would that six
footer riso up in her imagination aud
cause by mero forco of contrast a re
pulsion so torriblo ?
"It's positively wicked for mo to
scorn to encourage that mau," she
said, almost passionately, ouo morning,
tho day aftor a drive,
"WUkh wan?" asked Olive, in-
looking up with beaming eyes.
"Yes, dearest, and perhaps him
self ;" and tho ringing laugh, uuited,
sounded through tho houso. Of
conrso Harry who had an inkling
and Olivo camo down stairs, and of
course ovoiy body was very happy over
"Harry," said Donn, aftor a mom
ent, "1 thiuk I am quite cured."
out tho tho fullest, nil cutertaiuing nnd
lifo-likc. They aro classed as "the
C'axtou Series' nnd aro likely to hold
their own just iib "Tho Lady of Ly
ons, " tho most brilliaut absurdity over
produced on the stage, can not be driv
en from it. In truth, Rulwcr wrote
for tho young ; and it is uot easy to
apply n strong or high critical tost to
his books. Dickens' sentiment is so
interwoven into a soul-inspiring,
robustiousncss of humor ; Thuckoray's
sham-olearing humor is so tinged and
qualified by a natural and tondor senti
mont; Hondo aud Collins aro so sonsa
tlnnni . Trollono is so roalistio ; and
George Eliot is so far abovo thera all
in powor, learning and miud-intereit,
that ono oan not find a place for Bui-
move forward, liko Orlando, in
of adventures. There is ma
The brooK that water lolct and roc
From hence to the enchanted palace Hows.
All enchanted ; all peopled with en
chanted beings ; the dells, meadows
and streams, stars and moonbeams, for
tho good, grown-up nurselings who
nro true to one another, for lovo in the
wizzaruofall life, and his wand is
ever oircling over faithful hearts."
Thus Rulwer speaks to us ever, such
being his philosophy. There is reason
to boliev; that in his own personal ex
perience he did not find tho world so
fair or love so potential. Rut he novcr
loosed his hold to the end. Tho same
ouiet stars were ever shiuing in tho
samo quiet skies which bond over his
uudoubting page. He was a hard
worker always. Horn to a great name,
inheriting a fair fortuue, ho made him
self tho slavo of his mind and fancy ;
and, if ho leaves us nothing so impres
sive as Col.'NewcomcJand Capt. Cuttle,
as Reeky Sharp and hady Dcdlock, he
at least has left a mark on our page
which can never bo effaced. In the
years to come, and iu the changes that
thrust themselves into the fashion of
literary life,' Rulwer may hold his own
moro tenaciously than wo can now
fairly surmise that ho will. This is n
small matter. His death, whilst mo
mentarily lighting up tho century of
English literature with the glare of
an exploding rocket, which, though it
went not highest, has como down last,
brings with it to thousands of old aud
middlo-agcd pooplo tho feeling of sor
row that is kindled in loving minds by
tidings that a half-forgotten sweetheart
or wcll-reniembcrcd, long unscoti
schoolmato has dropped from the
maelstrom of the over-dying present
into tho Valhalla cloisters of tho cvor
living years. 'Tho common run of dai
ly newspaper readers may not appro
ciato this feeling ; but, away off in tho
country, where people still havo time
to remember, to think and to regret, it
will bo understood and experienced.
Thus, tho oldest being the last to go,
passes from earth tho most romarKauie
trio of imaginative writers who over ap
peared contemporaneously in any lit
erature. When Rulwcr was famous
Difikens was pasting labels on pots of
blacking and Thackeray was wearing
thoblouso of Christ's Hospital School,
where Lamb had been heforo hiin.
They passed him on tho voad ; thoy
left him behind them. Ho wroto ot
both of thorn kindly when thoy were
cono. There was a respectful fricud
shin: a friendship which was not
hrnken oven bv tho intermeddling of
Mr. Charles Jumcs xcllowplush ; which
was broken oulv at tho gravo. inoy
nrn nneo more cotomnorarics iu that
fairy world which, each in his way
li-ind in ennccivo. nnd. concciviug, to
rcalizo iu tli'iB. Courier-Journal.
might havo taken him for a policeman.
Suddenly a door gavo entrance to n
lady elegantly dressed. Tho man ex
claimed, 'Hallo, madamc, alone so late,
aud in such bad weather ?'
"Without any invitation he followed
tho lady, who, arriving iu her parlor,
and thinking him a civil policeman,
offered him two shillings.
"Madamc 1 Monoy to mc ?"
" And who arc you ?"
" I am the Princo Louis Napo
leon." "Next day the conspirator of Stras
burg and Boulogne, tho escaped from
the Fortress of 1 lam, recalled himself
to tho memory of his followers by send
ing them como English gold with
which to still conspire against the
government that had twico left him his
life. From this day tho mi-cry which
had overwhelmed tho sou of Admiral
Verhucl was driven away by tho bank
notes of Miss Ho.vard. While ho was
president he had called Miss Howard
to Paris and had taken for her a houe,
No. 11 Ruo de Ciry. Miss Howard,
who had given eight million of francs
to Napoleon at tlio moment of his ele
vation, was considered aud considered
herself as tho future Empress. Rut
the daughter of Albion counted with
out him who, 'when ho speaks, lies ;
when ho is silent, plots.'
Ono day Napoleon sout Miss How
ard to Havre in company with his ac
complice, Mocqviart, promising to come
and sec her upon tho Sunday. Satur
day he married Mile, do Montijo.
Taking her tea tho morning of tho day
when slio should receive tho visit of
him who owed everything to her, Miss
Howard read of tho marriage in tho
Monikur Ojjicirl. Precipitately leav
ing the Hotel Frascati, she rngaged a
special train, aud reached her home in
Paris, whom she saw the strangest
spectacle. Furniture, cushions, pa
pers, notes, letters, contracts some
were broken, others emptied, and
others stolon. Pietri, warned by a
dispatch from Mocquart, had gono to
No. 14 rue do Cirv. He was able to
hear, and others heard liko him, the
insulted Englishwoman call Napoleon
assassin, swindler and robber. Next
day upon her awakening Mi.s Howard
was saluted bv Mines. Fould and
Fleurv with tho title of countess of
Reaiiregard. At tho same timo they
gavo her tho deeds of ownership to
a property bearing this name, situated
upon the route to Versailles. Several
glance as only "three-thousand dollar
In view poor Jenny's very natural
mortification and annoyance, wo may
rejoice that the trouble, serious as it i.,
is limited to Mho feminine half of
humanity. A hundred or two years
ago, Augustus would have uot mcroly
shatvd her vexation, but had just tho
same to endure on his nwu part. Tho
rich velvets and satins, lawns aud laces,
swords and garters and jowls of tho
finished exquisito under tho Georgos
or the Grand Mcnnrqiio, mado correct
dros impossible without money, and a
good deal of it. Iu those days a man
carried hi.s income-returns blazonod
on his back. The quiot scholar or
poor artist was as easily distinguisha
ble from the grandee as if he had worn
a badge or a placaad, liko a railway
conductor or a Hroadway advertising
medium. N hat vexation must have
gnawed tlio hearts of numberless good
fellows, iu thoo days of external dis-
inctionx, at having to go about ticketed
nsftho poor devils they were, iu world-
'cnso, one does not liko to reflect;
nnd though wo smile at poor Gold-
inith's fussy embarrassment over his
famous bloom-colored suit, our arauso
ment is tempered with n pang of pity
nnd sympathy. Home and Society;
Scribticr's for January.
THE STORY OF MISS HOWARD.
A melancholy interest attaches to
tho fato of Miss Howard, whoso namo
is bettor kuown thau tho circumstances
of hor lifo. Tho story, a given in do
(nil In' ftrUcolli. is as follows :
"On a uicht of such a fog as thoy
have in London a man was walking up
and down tho Haymarket. Hi
hoicht was somo fivo feet and sevon
inches; no was iihok-wuis.-ui
laooail with a nallld faco. SUiail 0V0S
moustaohe, buttoned to tho neck, and
nnrrvincr til his hand a loaded cane,
without any hat. Tho pawenby
months later, the new Countess left
France and established herself in Flor
ence, where she built a splendid palace
unon tho hanks of tho Arno. Rut,
ten years after, cuuui j7,izcd her, and
she wished to again mi. Vans, i'.vcry
dav, at the moment when apolcon
and the Empress camo from tho luile
rics, Miss Howard showed herself in n
superb cquipago and dazzling toilet
Rumor said that tho Empress was fu
rious. Some days after a performance
at tho Italians, during which tno i-iOg-
lishwnman. covero and occupying
ox directly m front, had amused her
self by eyeing through an opera-glass
tho woman who had stolen her Toicon
Miss Howard was lound sullocated in
RANK AND RAIMENT.
Tho last rclio of glory is droppin
from tho masculine raiment. Until th
ln.tvearor so. tho gentleman's full
dress has kept one littlo scrap of dec
oration, as a reminder of tho splendors
of other days, iu embroidered shirt
fronts and ornamental studs. Uut
these, wo hear, must go, for fashion
now commands her choicest cavaliers
to appear at dinner or soiree severely
simple iu tho plainest of bosoms, with
motlier-ot-pcarl buttons at two tor a
penny. It only remains to condemn
lcovo-buttons, ami maise guun.purciia
.. ... .1 .1.!
or icatlicr-twisi tno -corrcoi wuiig
for watch-chains, and the manly attiro
will bo reduced to its ultimate expres
sion of funeral plainness, beyond which
lies no lurther depth, unless it bo good
plain sackcloth aud ashes.
Morally speaking, the innovation is
well enough. In a democratic country
it is right that social usage siiouiu give
as few chauces as possible for casto
and class to invent badges or insignia,
or offend the uelf-respeot of their more
modest neighbors uy any nccmess signs
of superiority. Hut rich toiletts are
ust such signs; lor ornament ana
. . . . 1- i .i . i. r
splendor in dress niioru mu uesi m
chances for tho display of wealth and
that artificial tasto or caprice wiiiun su
often go along with it, ainl nro sup
posed to indicate social position or n
liiiomoiit. Men do nut think much of
these things, but women do. Augustus
with his more than modest professional
income, has vet been used to move
amoug tho most gorgeous "sweels," as
well dressed, and evidently as wen
bred a man as many in tho company.
Ho thinks his sweet littlo bndo amaz
ingly tasteful and correct in her plain
ornaments and mudest toilette, and
looks forward with a certain pndo to
comparing her with tho millionairesses
at Mrs. Cncsus' soiree. Uut when
poor littlo Jenny sees her pretty light
silk and simple ruches sido by sido
with Mrs. Croesus' last Worth costumo,
on which the lace nlouo is equivalent
to nbout all of Augustus' yearly in
como, her heart sinks within her. Sho
is classed and judged. Sho sees nl
once that, spito of hor husband's man
ly fignro and distinguo address, to say
nothing of her owu youthful graco and
prettinoss, there is not tho slightcst use
in their trying to pass for "swolls"
and she feels with tho half-angry, half
oomio rcsentmeut of a sensible woman
in a false Dosition. that every parvenuo
in the room has set them down at first
THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE.
Tho eccentric but brilliant John
Randolph once rose suddenly in tho
house of representatives, and screamed
out at tho top of his shrill voice, "Jlr.
speaker I Mr. Speaker I I havo dis
covered the philosopher's stone. It
is pay as you go I John Jiaudolplt
lroppad many rich gutii3 trom his
mouth, but never a richer one than
that. "Pay as you go," and you need
not dodgo shcrills and constables.
Pay as you go, " and you can walk
tho streots with an erect back and a
manly front, and havo no fear of those
you moot, i ou won t nave to crosi
tho street to avoid a dun, or look in
tently in a shop window, in order not
to sco a creditor. "1'ay as you go,
and you Jean snap your finger at tho
world; and when you laugh, it will bo a.
hearty, honest one, nnd not liko tho
laugh ot tho poor deiitor, wno ioohs
around as though ho was iu uouds
whether the laugh was not tho proper
ty ol his creditors, and not included in
articles "exempted from attachment. "
"Pay as you go," and you will meet
smiling faces at home bappy, cherry-
cheeked, smiling children a contented.
wife a "chccrtul hearthstone. John,
Randolph was right. It is the philoso
The uso of yellow spectacles instead
of grecu or bluo is propo.-ed by a re
cent writer, on tho hypothesis that yel
low is tho ray having tho least actinio
or photographic power. This error
has originated iu a want of knowlcdga
of tho fact that, of all tho rays, yellow
has tho most powerfuf action ou carbon
compounds. Since tho eye in its con
struction involves the uso of such com
pounds, it follows that tho yellow ray
of all others will have tho strongest ac
tiouon the eye. This agrees with our
actual experience ; for the yellow is by
far tho most powerful light to tho eye,
aud tho universal preference for green
and bluo glasses is owing to tho fact
that these, by shutting out tho r.iys
that act with "tho greatest energy on
tho carbon compounds of tho retina,
produce .i milder and los3 irritating;
action on tho organ when by disease
or other causo its sensitiveness is in
creased. Nature aud Science ;Scrib
ner's for January.
A St'i.K.vnii) Si'onok Cake.
Weigh one pound of fresh eggs iu tho
shell, an equal weight of pulverized
white sugar, half a pound of fiuo flour,
llrcak tho eggs and beat separately
tho yelk and white. Always, when
practicable, have ouo person beat tho
yelk steadily tho samo length of time
it takes another person to beat the
white until they stand up perfectly
Htiffand dry. Add tho sifted sugar
gradually to tho yelk, then mix in tho
white. Lastly, cream gently in tho
flour, and bo sure not to beat at all
afterward, or you will certainly spoil
tho cake. Grato in tho peal of ono
loinon, and add also its i trained juico ;
moro if tho fruit is indifferent. Lem
ons aro to bo prclcrrcd as tho seasoning
for spongo cake, but if thoy are not tt
be obtained, substituo mace.
Ai'i'i.K Float. Pare tho apples as
for saueo, stirring thorn until thor
oughly done. Then mash them up
and sweeten. Rcat the yelk of two
eggs and whito ofono;stir iuto tho
apples and cook but a moment. Put
this into a fruit dish, over which
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COVCr Willi 1110 Wlilio ui uuu I'gK ul'uiuu
to a foam. To bo eaten with sugar
and cream. It is a nico dish ami
easily prepared. Thou, too, it saves
opening canned lruit promaiurciy.
Pukskkvi.no l.oas. A Parisian pa
per recommends the following method,
for tho preservation of eggs : Dissolve;
four ounces of beeswax iu eight ouuoeii
of warm olivo oil ; iu this nut tho tin
of tlio linger uud anoiut tho egg all
round. Tho oil will immediately bo
absorbed by tho shell, aud tho pore
tilled up by tho wax. If kept in
a cool place, tho og"s, after two years,
will bo as good as it fresh laid.
A. daughter of the Grand Daks Con
ttantlne of llunia, will soon bo bstrotheo,
to Prince Milan of Strvlo. .