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A LEGEND OF THE FUCHSIA.
Tis thus that when upon th Cros
The sinless Savior died,
And he soldier with his cruel spear,
Had pierced His precious side ;
The holy drops flowed at His feet.
Then fell upon the sod ;
When Alary, kneeling, wept for Him
H Her Son, and yet her God.
An angel who was kneelinir near.
Thus breathed a prayer to heaven :
-m, rawer, let tnem not be lost,
. These drops so freely given ;
Hut in some form of beauty still,
Let them remain on earth ;
And then? upon the rugged hill,
tiive some sweet flowers birth.
When f irtli frnii the ensanguined sod,
A t'iiflii.i Kir:inv 1lit mnrn:
ich crimson dved with Christian blood
Wrapped in his robe of scorn,
t)rooping in sorrow, still it bows
Jvcr its graceful head;
Shivering in the slightest breeze,
Trembling in fear and dread,
fc'or the dark shadows of the Cross,
Can ne'er forgotten be ;
Where all the perfume of its breath,
Was spent on Calvary.
Yes, ottering its rich fragrance there,
An increase at It's Feet,
The Fuehsia, though so beautiful
Can never more be sweet.
1 GIVE US A SONG.
" Give us a song!" the soldier cried,
The other trenches guarding,
When the heated guns of the camp allied
tirew weary of bombarding.
The dark redan of silent scoff
Lay grim and threatening under,
And the tawny mound of the Malakoft
No longer belched its thunder.
1 here was no pause. The guardsman said.
we storm tue tort to-morrow;
Wing while we may, another day
Will bring enough of sorrow."
Ti.ey lay along the battery's side
Below the sniokin? cannon
Brave hearts from Severn and ironi Clyde
Ana ironi tne oanes ol Shannon.
They sang of love and not of fame,
Forgot was Britain's glory ;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang "Anuie Laurie."
Voice after voice caught up the song
Until the tender passion
Lose like an anthem, rich and strong,
Their battle eve confession.
Dear girl ! Her name he dared not speak,
let as tne sounu grew louder,
Something upon the soldier's check
Washed off the stains of powder.
tJoyond the darkening rcean burned
The bloody sunset embers;
While the crimson valley learned
How English blood remembers.
-Am! once again as fire of hell
Rained on the Russian quarters.
With screams of shot and bursts of shell,
And bellowing of the mortars.
And Irit-h Nora's eyes were dim
For a singer dumb and gtrv;
And English Mary mourned tor him
Who sung of " Annie Laurie."
Ob, sohlicr, to your honored rest,
Your truth ami valor bearing;
'J h bravest are the tonderest,
Tho lnvi it cr ;ire the daring.
My name is Arthur Deyton, and I
itni by profession an analyical and ag
ricultural chemist. My earliest teach
er was professor Thomas Westfall, at
that time mining engineer and chem
ist in south .Staffordshire. After 1 left
him, I took a course under Liebig, and
subsequently went to Berlin to study
with Kirchoffl I returned to London
at the age of twenty-seven, and found
immediate employment with a large
manufacturing firm which supplied
the market with chemical fertilizers.
I drew a comfortable salary, pursued
tiy studies in practical chemistry with
cal and steady success, and was liaji
py. I was going- to marry a swett
and charming girl, Lucy Jones, whose
father was a tallow-chandler and able
to give her ijiiite a handsome dowry.
The wedding day was set for the
fall, and, feeling rather broken down
by confinement and study, I treated
myself early in the summer to a vaca
tion tour, going on foot to Devon and
Cornwall. One dark night I found
myself belated on the el ill-road from
Exeter to Bridport. I had lost my
way, it was excessively dark, and I was
in great trouble, for 1 knew that some
parts of the road were perilous, even to
those who knew all about it. In the
bottom of :i deep gorge I suddenly
Mopped : there was a black mass he
lore me a sort of opaque blackness in
the transparent blackness. I struck a
match, and fount! that the object be
fore me was a very large Newfoundland
dog, lying prone in the road, keeping
guard over a small Kusssiau-Jealher
pocket-book between his paws. I
spoke coaxingly to the dog ; he allowed
me at last to take up the book, then
hounded on before me with a glad
bark. Curious to discover who the
pocket book belonged to, I managed to
get a blaze by the road-side, burning
some dry twigs that gave me light to
read. To my surprise I found it was
a chemical memorandum book In-longing
to my old professor Thomas West
f'alf, containing a mass of curious
rough notes. There were notes also
in a tiuer, clearer hand, signed with
the name of Irene West fall. Irene
Westfall! The signature gave my
heart and memory the same sort of
jolting shock that the Ixidy gets when
the cars run oh" the track and go
humping to destruction over the sleep
ers. When I was seventeen and this
girl twelve, I had worshiped her afar
off w ith the devotion of the moth for
the star. I recollected vividly her
black hair, her piercing eyes,her keen,
even brilliant intelligence, and her
contempt for me. I was shy and
ugly and awkward then, but I had
outgrown all that what had Irene
grown to a sharp featured savante.
or a rije, lovely woman? I
felt hungry to make the discovery.
The dog came back to me, whined,
touched my knee with his nose, then
ran on as if to induce me to follow. I
took up my staff again and let him
If ad me. After a few hundred yar Is,
he turned suddenly to the right I
through thick shrubiiery, over a stile,
then along a path that led abruptly
down the cliff, towards the sea. Halt
way down he turned again to the' left I
through trees and bushes, leaped a
gate, and ran up the steps and scratch
ed at the door of a house. The lower
part of the house was dark, but in a
room in the second storv there was a
Herald and Mail-Supplement.
very strong light streaming out of the
open windows, and I saw figures flit-
ting through it.
I knocked at the door. There w as
no response. I knocked -again more
loudly. A grizzled head appeared at
the window, and 1 recognized the pro
fessor, greatly aged since I had seen
biiu. I told him who I was, what I
had found, and that I myself was lost.
He answered in an abstracted, inhos
pitable voice, that he thanked me : I
could leave the book on the sill ; there
was a public house ou the cliff just be
yond ; he was sorry to be so situated
at present that he could not receive
visitors of any sort, "for shame,
father," cried a' clear, strong voice;
" go down and let him in at once or
I will." There was a brisk discussion
in low tones for a few seconds, and
then I heard steps on the stairs and
saw a light descending. The door was
unchained, and I was admitted, the
dog following, into a chemical work
shop and into the presence of Prof.
Westfall and bis daughter. Ihe pro
fessor looked old, haggard, anxious,
careworn. Once on his threshold, he
greeted me cordially enough, and apol
ogized for his rude reception. His
daughter was a dream of tropical
beauty, dressed from head to foot in a
long brown Holland work dress.
Evidently, she was her father's chemi
"Irene," said the professor, " you
will find Dr. Dayton something: to eat
and a bed. I must return to the bat
tery again." And he went up stairs.
" 1 am very glad you have come, Dr.
Dayton," said Irene, in her full, rich
tones, as she spread a cloth on the
table. "I fear myf ither is coins to
be ill he has not slept for a week.
and I am nearly worn out with watch
ing him and following him night and
day." Then, while she prepared tea
and put a loaf and a cold joint before
me, she gave me a hurried outline of
her father's resent life, part of which I
already knew something about. Prof.
estfa 1 had originally been the as
sistant and pupil of Andrew Crosse.
the eccentric and probably mad elec
trician, and had caught a good many
of his notions and oddities. He
was an enthusiast lor peace
ike Crosse, who had been bred i
Quaker; and he had all along i
believed in Crosse's hvnothesis of!
spontaneous generation, and in
realitv of the famous Acarus Crossli. !
n 164 Westfall's o.dy son, a youth of
, J - .
grea promise, and a surgeon in the j 1 J
federal navv. had been killed in the at-' " 0h. cried the professor in a mo
tack upon Mobile. Since his death the I ment OI inspiration, "I have a name
rofessor had grown morose and soli-
tarv, devoting himself with the utmost I
intensity to a single line of investiga- i
tion, in which a succession ot baffling ! be Echinus lrenarchon, tl eace-com-dafoats
and cruel disanoointmenrs ha.l ' manding sea-urchin." Irene turned
nearly driven him mad and an impend- j
ing successful result, she feared would j
really make him insane with joy. In j
uch an emergency as this 1, who was t
fresh from the world, could do much '
;ood, she was sure, in helping to occu-:
y and divert his sick mind. While ;
we were still conversing, there was a
great shout above from the professor,
and Irene ran quickly to him. Present-
y she called me to come. 1 ran up
stairs and found myself in a laborato
ry, among batteries, wires, furnaces,
retarts, etc., in the utmost confusion.
Irene, with a face full of terror, was
linging to and patting and soothing
her father, who, aloof and rigid in a
corner, stood and pointed with stiff
straight arm to a jar attached to the
jwles of great battery. His face was
set in a horrible sardonic grin, his jaws
tight-locked, and his limbs and flesh
had an almost cataleptic rigidity. "We
must have him to bed at once," I said,
" do not be alarmed there is no dan
ger." She opened the door of a bed
room across the corridor, and I picked
up the professor, carried him to the
lied and laid him on it like a log. He
recovered his reaon and mental com
posure entirely in the course of three
or four days, but the reaction produced
such an extreme debility that he was
not able to leave his bed for nearly a
fortnight . Irene ami I nursed him.
We three were the only occupaHts of
the house, excepting an old charwoman
and the Newfoundland dog. Once,
when Irene was gone for a walk, the
professor beckoned me to his ledside
and told me his secret, in a w hisjier.
"You remember." said he, "my
early enthusiasm for Crosse and his
experiments? Well, I had reaon. I
have versified them and carried them
forward. I have created liie, and the
means I have used were those employed
by Crosse electricity. It has taken
me twenty yeai s to do it, but it is done.
I have taken oil, albumen, fibrine. and
by bringing them under the action of
long-continued electric currents of im
mense concentration, I have succeeded
in generating a cell an animal cell.
Not merely a cell, but a fecund ceil
one that contains within itself the prin
ciple of development, of evolution, of
As soon as his trembling legs would
permit the professor led the way into
the laboratory. The jar in which his
experiment had been made contained
several fragments of fibrine, and a sort
of mailed monster, perfect, but seem
ingly motionless and dead. It was
about three inches long, with a jointed
body and a mailed head, armed with
baring apparatus and suckers. " What
a pity the thing is dead ! " I said.
" Hush ! " said the professor, and ran
to get some sea water, which he poured
over the quaiut-looking insect. In a
few minutes the creature gave signs of
life, swam lazily about, then attached
COLUMBIA, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY,
I itself bv its suckers to the side of the
J jar, with the iointed parts floating
loose. Even as we watched, some of
the lower points were cleft from the
body by fissure, separated themselves,
8 warn apart as polyps, and in a few
minutes eveloped into the perfect
worm, clinging to the sides of the jar
by suction, and preparing to produce
their kind. Anything more particu
larly rapid, more full of intense vita'
energy, could not be conceived. The
professor rubbed his hands with de
light. "Thevare filling the iar." he
said, " I have an iron tank here help
me to get them in it. Y e made the
transfer, and then went to dinner, talk
ing of the new monster all the time,
and telling Miss Irene of our wonder
After the meal she went with us to
the laboratory and approached the
tank to look at the new animal.
" Why, its leaking ! she cried, touch
ing tne side or tne tan k. io sooner
had she done so than she was nearly
prostrated by a sudden shock. " The
battery must be attached " she cried
" No. it is not." said the professor.
Ite laid his hand on the side of the tank
and immediately fell to the floor. He
rose, bewildered. "Stop," said he.
" that was the shock of a gymnotus."
lie took a steel conducting rod and in
serted it in the water of the tank, then
handed it to me. I received several
severe shock, as if from a galvanic
battery mi considerable power. I he
proiessor loosed grave. " l he new
animal undoubtedly iselectrophorous."
said he, "in a high degree. "Hate
lul thing, cried Irene, "1 am dread
fully afraid of it. I know it will bring
some calamity on us. I wish it had
never been created. And see, your
tank is leaking all over the floor." It
will spoil the ceiling beneath."
We got a large barrel and emptied
the contents of the tank into it. 1 hen
we discovered that this terrible insect
was boring through the iron as savagely
as the teredo bores into wood. Ihe
process was peculiar, unique. The
insect fastened upon the iron with its
suckers three of them and used its
mailed head to bore with, making a
rapid semi-revolution, reversing the
I : l j.: ...m .i
Y11UI': auu. "Teatmg u again w i n ine
.l in!os' rapumy. ;vt eacn revolution
.t a" 1,lule UT?V acrm HlilCK
liquid into the wound in the iron, and
:i i i .
" ... A re.volu"Vu 11 feave n" eieVl:nc
i D" 1 lo ine'T- 1 never machine
.drill so npi'tprt v.
1 Jr ,UJ numaier. n is capauie oi ue-
stroymg all the navies in the world and
muKing war mipossioie. us namesnaji
Iae an leu; tue room.
I had come to love Irene w ith all the
profound pasion ol an intense, proud,
reserved intellectual nature, bhe had
jrrown into my soul of souls into re-
cesses where Lucy Jones could never
have penetrated. Poor, "simple, good,
trusting, fond wife, but this woman was
my fellow, ray equal, my counterpart,
my necessity. We coul-1 understand
and appreciate one another intellect,
soul, heart. I yearned and hungered
for her, and it seemed as if she under
stood me. She made me her compan
ion in many walks, her confidant, her
monitor and I did the same by her.
Alas! and alas! and alas! One day I
ent to Weymouth on some little busi
ness, and when I returned was intro
duced to a stranger, a lieutenant Keech,
a handsome young fellow, proud of his
naval buttons, a merry rattle-pate, who
laughed and joked, and played monkey
tricks. He sat by Irene, squeezed her
hand in the most unaffected way, and
took her off for a walk with htm.
" What fools lovers are," said the pro
fessor, when they were gone ; "you
would not think they have been engag
ed for a year."
I said nothing. When they returned
I took Irene aside. "Is it true?" I de
manded. "What?" "Do you love
him?" "Dearly." Then I fled. I
scarcely know what Ijecame of me or
what I did in the intervening months.
When I saw by the papers that the
Monarch had sunk in the bay of IJis
cay, with all on board, including that
pleasant, handsome montebank, lieu
tenant Keech, an irresistible attraction
drew me agaiu to the cottage by the
sea. The old professor welcomed me
cordially. His only concern now, he
said, was to keep the Echinus lrenar
chon from spreading, w hile at the same
time he managed to preserve a seci
men or two for the good of science.
" Why not let it spread?" I said, sav
agely. " It will make war impossible. '
" Aye, and commerce too. ' " Small
loss," I retorted. Irene avoided me.
She dressed in,black. Her face w as very
tale. She made no allusion to her loss,
nit I could read her grisf in her hag
gard eyes, and it chafed me. I too had
suffered. My hair had turned white as
milk, and I did not sleep. The weary
nights found me always afoot under
the stars until the day legan to
Sometimes I used to be gone for
days. Sometimes I would spend hours
hi close observance of the monster
Irenarchons, and wondering w hy they
did not bring me peace, too. I had the
animals in secret, where I thought I
would not be watched ; but one day, as
I was filling a jar full of them, just pre
vious to a long tramp ..s far as Ports
mouth, Irene surprised me. " What
have you there?" she demanded, sharp
ly. I toi l her. " Where are you go
ing to take them ?" " To Portsmouth."
"For what purpose ?" " For the cause
She sprang upon me and seized mv
throat with both 'hands, "Liar! fvil
lain ! murderer !" she cried, you wish
to destroy the fleet as you destroyed
the Monarch, as you crushed my heart's
love ! You cannot escape ! I have spied
on you, watched yeu, followed you day
and night, and now I denounce you !
Help ! Help ! This is the murderer of
Wilfrid Keech ! Help me to arrest
And it was true, as she guessed, that
1 had sown the harbor where the Mon
arch rode, previous to sailing, with
Irenarchi, t nd true that they had
pierced her bottom and sunk that noble
ship, with all on board. But I did it
in the cause of universal peace! Trans
lated From the French for the X. Y.
The omitted parts of this story are
too scientific for general reading. J
The Men the Turks are Fighting.
From tlia Baltimore Gazette.
A Montenegrin is always armed,
even while performing the most peace
ful wrork ; he bears a rifle, a pair of
pistols, a yatagan, and a poniard, be
sides a knapsack loaded with aiiinui
nition. All his leisure hours are de
voted to exercising his skill in warlike
feats. Accustomed to fatigue and prl
vations, the Montenegrins can bear
with fortitude and even with gayety
all the hardships of a campaign. Thev
jump from rock to rock with the agil
ity of a chamois. I o tue on the battle
field is the greatest favsr Providence
can grant to them. Arms, a piece of
bread, a clove of garlic, and a pint of
brandy ; an old smock-frock, two pairs
of sandals, made with unbleached skin,
that is all their equipment. IThe sight
of their enemies makes them mad, and
it is impossible to restrain them from
going through. As they lay down to
shoot they are rarely wounded, while
their bullets spread destruction in the
ranks of a regular armv. Their in
credible audacity defeated all thijplans
of the rrench general Launston dur
ing the first empire; when that gene
ral resolved to send to Paris two Mon
tenegrins whom he had made pris
oners, one ot them broke his head
against the wall of his cell, and the
other refused all fool till he died of
starvation. In 1856 two thieves were
sentenced to be executed on the same
day, and the strange particularity of
their execution reflects faithfully the
manner of the Montenegrins. Several
hundred inhabitants were gathered,
and they all fired at the same time on
the banditti, that the parents and
friends of the latter should not say :
" This one, or that one, has killed our
parent or friend."
Natural Selection and Small-Pox.
Statistics show pretty conclusively
that vaccination is not now nearly so
effectual to prevent small-jwx as it was
when it wsis first used for that purpose,
and a distinguished English investi
gator tells us that the reason is not far
to seek. Before vaccination came
small-pox selected for its victims the
lersons who were most easify suscepti
ble of taking the disease. Killing vast
numbers of these, it left in the world
the men and women who were best ca
pable of resisting its attacks, and these
men and women, generation after gen
eration, transmitted to their posterity
their power to resist small-pox or to
ive through its attacks. Under the
law of natural selection the liability to
this disease grew steadily less, and
w hen vaccination was introduced among
the fittest who had survived it was suf
ficient. It served also for a time to
irotcct the weaker ones, who, without
ts aid, would have succumbed to the
lisease, and we have now a world full
f people so liable to the disease that
even vaccination is nor, sumeient to
irotect them any longer. o.tnn
Last week a ragged man, having
the appearance ot an itinerant niusi-
ian and carrying a fiddle under his
trm, entered tue Miop ot a orK-
buicher, nd called for a sausage.
When he came to pay for it, however,
ie discovered that he had no. money
with him, and leaving his fiddle as a
iledge, hurried away to obtain some.
Iardly had he left than a well-to-do
t ranger entered the shop to make some
inquiries as to his way. He perceives
the fiddle on the counter, looks at it,
takes it up and cries excitedly :
" V hy, it is a genuine Stradivarius :
'. will give vou five hundred francs for
" I can't sell it, replied the iork
ititcher; "itdoes not belong -to roe,
uthas been left here for a few mo
uents by the owner."
" I'll give you 1 ,000 francs."
Same reply. The stranger . slowly
ind reluctantly laysdowu the precious
nstrument, gives 'the pork butcher
tis card, and saying that he will l)e
omul at the lirand Hotel and trive
,000 francs for the fiddle it it is
brought there, retires.
A large protiortioii of the exhibits
are articles which, while having little
r no intrinsic value, could not be
purchased, probably, for all that the
rest f the exhibition is worth, they
being regarded as invaluable for their
antiquity, the remembrances which
they recall, or the rare occurrence of
their kind. Such exhibits the aliove
figures do not take into account.
SEPTEMBER 15, 1S76.
For Our Young Folks.
MY SHIP ON THE OCEAN.
Ye, sotuewhere far off ou the ocean,
A lover is sailing to me
A beautiful lover Nurse found hiui
One night in tuy cup after tea.
I laughed when she said it who w ouldn't?
Yet often a theught eonies to tne
Of the ship that is bringing my lover,
My lover across the blue sea.
Whenever the cruel wind whistles,
I think of that ship on the sea,
And tremble with terror lest something
May happen quite dreadful to me.
And then, when the moon rises soitly,
I hardly can sleep in my glee,
For I know that its beautiful splendor
Is lighting my lover to me.
But oh, if Jie should come ! Why Nursey,
I'd hide like a mouse. Deary me,
What nonsense it is 1 But you shouldn't
Be fin-ding such things in my tea.
St. A'ichola for September.
, Towards night the fire was replen
ished, and Ned was sent down to the
shore for a fresh supply of water.
" Hurry up ! " called Antoinette af
ter him. " And don't stop to fish ! "
This last remark was unfortunate.
It suggested glowing possibilities to
Ned. He took the water-pail, and his
fishing-rod also, and made his way to
the shore. Half an hour passed, but
Ned did not return.
"I begin to feel anxious about
him," said Mrs. James. " Hadn't you
better look him up, Jack?" and Jack
lazily sauntered toward the shore.
The sun was already sinking in the
west, and .Ned knew that sundown
was the proverbial time for fishing.
He had, also, that afternoon, noted a
rocky point of land that jutted out in
to the lake, and which seemed to him
"mst the place to cast a fly. lie
only wanted to get there, all by him
self, and see what he could do. " Cous
in Jack is very well m his place, but a
fellow don't like to be bossed, you
know." Thus thinking it over Ned
decided to try his luck. "If they
don't bite I'll go right back with the
water," he said ; " and if they bite
lively I'll stop a few minutes, and sur
prise" them with some fresh trout for
So, putting the water-pan down on
the rocks, Ned swung his line into the
air, and drew tne wnue ana moutea
flies slowly across the surface of the
water. Once, twice, thrice suddenly
there was a flash ! Ned swung his
line sharply in, and yes, there was
the trout a little fellow nine or ten
inches long securely hooked !
The boy was ecstatic. Lacking a
creel, he slipped the fish into his coat
pocket, and sprang farther out ujton
the rock which lormed a shallow basin
in front of him, and lieyond w hich he j
cast his flies. Bite after bite followed j
in succession; out, mere were ottiy
"shiners," and Ned tossed them back
into the water in disgust. Finally
there was a- sharp, quick rise. A
trout this time, sure ! Ned gave an
exultant spring, but the wet stones
proved treacherous. There was a sud
den splash, and when the commotion
subsided our young friend might have
been observed sitting in he shallow
water, with a broken fishing-rod in his
hand, and the end of his line securely
hooked to a snag just visible on the
surface of the lake.
Ned didn't get up he sat there.
He was in a watery mood. His bam
boo rod his heart's dearest treasure
was broken short off at the second
joint. 1 here really didn t seem to oe
much in the world wortn living ior ;
A hearty " Haw ! haw ! " disturbed
the boy's revery.
Ned sprang up. To " feel bad " wsis
one thing ; but to let cousin Jack see
him "feel bad" was quite another
Well ! upon my word
" No, it wasn't a-purpose.
ped ! said ed, shortly.
" But where's that pail ot water,
young man ?"
" Most anywheres 'round here, I
should say. I find it handy enough ;"
and with the streams trickling from
every seam in his clothing, Ned
scrambled back U the shore ; while
the yellow wooden pail, which had in
some way been launched during the
accident," went serenely bobbing up
and down on the waves, across the
" Here's your water," said Ned, as
he came dripping up to the camp ;
" but you'll have to put me through
the lemon squeezer to get it."
The Medici Family.
When New York wan a w ilderness,
jeopled by bears aud'wolves, a wool
merchant, on a wharf in Florence,
ramed De Medici, began to attract
notice by the enormous sums which he
made and spent as rapidly. He built
magnificent ships gondola", to float
upon the blue Arno, princely palaces
in which he held a ryal state. He
built palaces for the city too, estab
lished schools in them where the sons
ot the nobles learned philosophy ; fur
nished great librarips of rare manu
script. The greate t architects, sculp
tors, painters, and philosophers of the
world worked for this wool-merchant
gladly, he was so generous and friendly
a patron. They gave him the name
of the father of his country, and under
his rule Florence became the most
beautiful citv in the world. But Cos
imo de Medici was the father only of ments Mrs. Partington," " no.t one Bac
the rich and noble. The poor he chanalian seimon!" -
trampled under foot ; they w ere of no
more value to him than the swine in
the stalls of Fiesole.
If we could keep these un fortunate
wretches out of sight, the story of Cos
imo, his sons and grandsons, would le
splendid as a dream of enchantment.
They wakened all Italy to new, won
derlul industries. Ihe great m
cians in art, science, and song worked
at their bidding.. Garden, churches,
marvelous work in gold and silver.
more marvelous pictures sprang into
wing; great poems were written
scholars lrom all countries thronged
to Florence, and in the shadows of vast
palaces were given place to pursue
their studies in peace : the whole
known world, in a word, flushed into
a glory of beauty and grace under the
rule of the Medici, as a tropical forest
into flower beneath the summer sun
But the poor, remember, shared the
fate of the creeping things in the
forest. The 'only men who took any
account of them were a few good
common-sensed christians headed by a
monk named Savonarela, who went
about with such gloomy foreboding
faces in this sunshiny, beautiful city
that they- were called " weepers.
Lorenzo, the grandson of Cosimo,
was known as the magnificant ; the
poor w ere almost willing to be crushed
to death by such a genial, superb mas
ter. Iherewasa little bov ot eight,
employed as a page in the palace, of
noble blood we may be sure, or the
great Lorenzo would not have noticed,
as he did, his fancy for molding figures
in clay. Walking, one day iu the gar
den, the prince found the little fellow
copying the figure of an old faun. He
had 'altered the mouth to. make it
laugh. " AVell done, Michelangelo,"
he said : "but old men do not have
such teeth as thou hast given thy faun.
Close his mouth."
The boy bowed, but said nothing.
The next day, Lorenzo, passing that
way, found the faun still laughing, but
with his teeth broken and decayed
with age. The prince placed the loy
at once in a gallery of sculpture, and
employed the first masters of the age
to teach him. Now Iorenzo is chiefly
known in history as the patron ot
Michael Angelo. Lorenzo's son, who
was made cardinal at thirteen, and
ope at thirty-seven, was of the same
ace as the vouur sculntor. and had
known him as a lxy; he was so
anxious that he should finish the
church of St. Peter's at Rome, that he
raied the money necessary by means
which Luther protested against as un
lawful, and out of this small dissension
began and widened the great breach
of the reformation.
Another of this family was the
Catharine of France who laughed and
joked while seventy thousand of her
subjects were slaughtered in one night.
From "Ferrucc! mid hi- Foe," St.
Xirhoht- for Sfpt:tnlr.
How to Find A Person's Name,
Iet the person whose A
name you wish to know c
tell you in which of the e
upright columns the first u
letter of his name is i
found. If it be found in K
but one column it is the M
top letter; if it occurs in o
more than one column it t
is faiud by adding the al
phabetical numbers of the
top letters of these col
umns, and the sum will
be the letter sought. I5v
letter at. a time in this way the whole
nuiulier can lie ascertained. For ex
ample, take the word Jane, J is
found in the two colums commencing
with B and II, w hich are the second
aud eighth letters down the alphaliet ;
their sum is teH, and the tenth letter
down the alphaliet is J, the letter
sought. The next letter, A, appears
in but one column, where it is lonnu
at the top. N is seen in the columns
headed B, I), and II; these are the
second, fourth, and eighth letters of the
alphaliet, which added give the four
teenth or N, and so on. The use of
this table will excite no little curios
ity among those unacquainied with
the foregoing explanation.
Queen Victoria's Reign.
"Dryasdust" writes, under date of
June 20th: As queen Victoria to-day
begins the fortieth year of her reign,
it may interest some of your readers to
be reminded that she has now attained
a very high rank on the roll of our
kings "for length of reign, having lately
passed Henry VIII. and Henry VL,
she now stands fifth iu order, being
still junior or inferior only to Klizaleth
and the three long Thirds, Edward,
Henry and (Jeorge. Of our early
English or ante-Norman kings, no
other reigned so long as Ethelred the
unready, but his thirty-eight years are
already exceeded by our present sov
eign's "thirty-nine years. Eli.alielh's
reign, from the death ot Mary, No
vember 17th. 155H, to her own death,
March 24th, lb0.'5, lasted forty-four
years and one hundred ami twenty-t-ix
days; so that Victoria has to reign
five years and one hundred and twenty
six days lieyond to-day before she will
equal her great forerunner. Then w ill
remain ahead only Edward II I., fifty
vears and nearly five months ; Henrj
III., fifty-six years and nineteen days;
George ill., fifty -nine years and three
" I hain't heeru one this year." la-
Ax Illinois girl sheared thirteet
sheep in two hours, and when she?
turned them into the street there wasn't
a whole ear or tail among them.
A cleroyman said the other day
that modern young ladies were not
daughters of Hem and Sham com
pounds of plain sewing and make
believe. Said a dry-goods dealer : " Of course
we lose money on every piece of goods.
But, my dear madam, we sell such enor
mous quantities of them."
A down town man caught a red bat
a few nights ago. It was a brick -bat,
and he caught it between the shouUer
blades. He is now trying to catch the
man who threw it.
A hkipfkr of a down -east coaster,
named the Hyena, was asked what h
vessel was named after. His honeet
and sober reply was " I don't know ; I
expect some great man in congress."
The Servians have been driven out
of Gurgusovatz; Harvatovitch has
fallen back on Alexinatz ; Sevenyears
ovitch has defeated Crackyerjawlgatz,
and Pulldownyervestovitch has inflicted
a crushing blow on Wipofyerchinoski.
Particulars in later editions. J
Bayarp Taylor's tribute to woman
in his poem is indeed beautif ul. There
is n time when a female looks so no
ble, so determined and inspired, as
when she is engaged in nailing up a
An Atlanta man walked around all
day recently with a grasshopper in hi
ear. When his wife discovered it. he
said he had been hearing peculiar
noises all day, but thought a new steam
saw mill had begun operation some
where in the neighborhood.
A Tvrkikh friend declares that tho
outrages committed by the Baxhi-Ba-zouks
are much exaggerated.
" I do not pretend for a moment,"
he says, " that they don't chop up tlie
christians, but the pieces are not near
ly so small as is currently reported."
Who does not love a faithful, hon
est dog, man's faithful friend! And
vet who is there, stretching out in the
shade for a quiet afternoon nap, who
has had mans faithful lriend come
nantino- un. and in an excess of honest
affection, laying a great, broad, hot
tongue all over one's cheek, from chin
in pvphrow. that does not eet up and
seize man's faithful friend by the tail
and one ear, and try to throw him
across a prairie fifteen miles wide ?
Bit rl !n jf on llmrk-Eif.
A Michigan paper says that a De
troit man has a piece of bark from a
tree that grew on the farm of an uncle
whose frrand father's brother-in-law
started with Gen. Jackson to the battle
of New Orleans, but was detained by
an attack of cholera morbus, and he
would send that to the centennial ex
position if he had any adequate assur
ance that be would ever get it back
Advice roi: thk Youxh. Avoid
all Inuistings and exaggerations, back
biting, abuse and evil sjieaking, slang
phrases and oaths in conversation ; de
preciate no man's qualities, accept
hospitalities of the humblest kind in a
hearty and appreciative manner ; avoid
giving offence, and if you do off'oid,
have the manliness to apologize ; in
fuse as much elegance as possible into
your thoughts as well as your actions,
and as you avoid vulgarities, you will
increase" the enjoyment of life and
grow in the lespect of others.
A worthy missionary clergyman
from the north found his colored breth
ren and sisters otiito forgetful ot tho
moral law, and began to give them a
series of practical discourses against
king and stealing. The congregation
stood it for a Sunday or two, and then
they revolted, one of the deacons lieing
their spokesman, and addressing their
preacher thus : " We like you k-ry
much, and want to make it comf'able
for vou ; but de fac' is, you see, we
don't like dls prsachin about lyin' and
stealin' we inns' have our Sundays
Two women aie on the pier at Brest,
their eyes fixed on the horizon. They
await tke coining of the frigate Andro
meda, returning from a voyage round
the world, bringing them one near and
dear to them.
One is the sailor's wife, the other his
Vat oil" is seen the prow ol the ma
jestic vessel, gilded by the rays of the
" He comes, he comes, says
..lwr " How happy we shall
he will have to tell
1 to Im'CII
round the world !
The young woman weeps silently.
"What ails you, my daughter?"
says her mother.
" I am so afraid ! You remember
how tiresome he got to be after only
going to Algiers ! "
Chicago Tribune : " A young man
read in the Ledger a few days ago, that
if you wanted to find out if the woman
you had selected for your future spouse
had a good temier, you ought to take
occasion to step on her dress, or snap
the sticks of her fan, or in some other
wa' annoy or discompose her. " If,"
said tl)e great authority who presides
over the column of advice, " it she be
trays no siirns of ill -temper, she will
prove ti model wife." Accordingly,
the young man seized an opportunity
when his sweetheart was rigged out in
her most killing array to step on her
trail, and pulled out aliout three yards
of gathers, with a rip like the eal of
thunde.-, expincraliout three-quarters
of the frame-work that makes her dress
stick out behind. But, instead of meet
ing the accident with perfect equanim
ity, fche turned round and jabbed her
parasol into his eye, called him a junk
headed Ieiwr, and a.ked hiiu why ho
didn't wear his feet sideways. He ex
presses himself as thankful that he did
not marry the girl lefore finding out
what sort of a temper she had, but the
doc-or doesn't think his eye will grow