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BOW THE BROOK WENT TO MILL. J
vr ncyjAjinr r. tatlo.
A rffV-fl nvk n wmxled hill.
A Rprins within like lKkin(r-(tlM,
A nameleiw rill like skein of rain
That showed a faint a feeble ein,
And crept away In the Unirlert rrM
With a voieeleM flow and a wandrrinf will
The rith-lon-trtih of a silken dresa.
The murmured tone of a maiden "yea!"
A thinrtv ox could hare quaffed it np.
A Iwt dipped dry wilh a drinking cup 1
Krokein a hriMik lli rill cnnipletf
Ilmke in a xtnz the lirook ao flret--
Itroke in a laiigh the song ao aweet !
Twa el.M, mlilile, and fallen tree,
'Twaa halilile, double, Ihronirh evcrr mile;
It battled on with a thont and shock.
And white with foam wan the ruired rock.
And drk were the hemW.ka all the while,
Till the road grew broad, and the. creek ran
It placard alonjr on the slippery slide.
And Mint awar with an arrow frlide
It alipicd IW shoes and in stocking feet
('ndi-r the bank and in from the street
H hirled in a waltr. about and out
Spi iiikl-d with proM and put to rout
And bright with the flash of the xUel trout!
It float a name and it bears a boat ;
I i Leonard's reek and is bonnd forthemill,
And mskea you think, with its ripple iwd
, So lltrht I- trips to the stone below,
How fter flnpers fro when theT move by note
Through measures floe, aa she marches them
Th yielding plank of the irorr flooe.
t-neath the liri'lge with a rtin nish,
A hird takes toll. --'lis a thimv thrush, -
It nears the (-.u'f of the hemlock nivht
Where slurs chine down in themid-day light,
It rentes the brink of the shadow's lsir,
tumbles and f!lfl on the limestone stair!
'ItnrMO the mtlte and motionless edre
Tumble and hounds Irom ledae to ledre
And thunders and blunders down to the settle,
--Scribnrr'i fur June.
A I.t Htory f m Lifetime'.
RV MILLIE W. CAKPEXTER.
Ltt me recount to rou a true love story ;
a story of love pun- ami undefiled low
a it was in the licginning. i? now, and
ever shall lie, world without t'lid.
For love n all things in one to us. It is
hope and fear and joy and despair; it is
truth and it is falsehood ; it is anything, in
short, that yon art pleased to call it, and
it can represent tin; brightness of heaven
or the blackness o( perdition.
'tuovei melting of the sonl."
It was late in the afternoon of a dull
autumnal day that a group of younff peo
ple came chatting down the flight of stone
steps leading front the door of a cathedral
church, in an old Atlantic seaport town.
They were mcnilicrs of the choral society
attached to the church, and they had evi
dently been there for rehearsal. Within,
the great building yawned black and lone
ly, save in the gallery, where, over the
organ, a pas-jet spnn rays of light in the
gloom, and the sound of softly subdued
voices broke through the stillness.
The visible occupants were two, a man
and a maiden young, and with the cabal
istic word. lovers.' gleaming, as did the
mysterious handwriting of old on the wall,
on their foreheads Bobert Field, the or
ganist, was turning over some sheets of
manuscript music with an absorbed air,
while by his side stood Hester Ileathers
lcigh. Ikt pretty face full of anxious inter
est as she watched his movements. A
idle cloud of uneasiness wrinkled her
fori head now and then as she saw the rent
edges of angry clouds scud by the narrow
slit of window giving to the east where
the miv sea lav tossing .stormil v.
44 Well, Bobert!" she said at' last, drop
pin"; her slim hand on his shoulder.
"Well. Koltert, what is it?"
The tniiici.-inV dark, serious face light
ed a moment, gloriously, as he turned and
took the little ungloved hand in his.
44 I asked you to stay. Hester, because I
wished to play for yon some passages from
mv new piece. T shall submit it to the so
ciety at Music Hall to-morrow evening,
and I want your opinion in advance.'
The young girl laiigncd a little, rippling
laugh of gleeful enthusiasm.
44 My opinion ! Why. Robert, you
know beforehand what "that will be." It
would lie nothing but a form asking; it."
l.'olK'rt raised the little hand tenderly to
44 I know that love makes gentle critics
of us all.' he said, wisely. 44 But now I
want yon to forget who is the author of
the melody, and to exercise your judg
ment without stint, llemcmlier, too. that,
love is the theme; love which, wisely or
unwisely, hopes all things, believes' all
things, and endures all things unto the
end." And then he turned to the organ.
He played slowly at first. It was a
lonely opening, full of strange, sad chords,
as if a soul were waiting somewhere in
shadow. Then, as brightness entered, the
theme asserted itself. The wonderful
tones climbed higher and higher, expres
sive of a great faith, of a fond, mad tri
umph, and liewildering joy. On and on
the chords (swept; it was "as if a living
chain of light ran round the world.
When he had finished there was silence
for a moment lietweon the two. The lin
gering echoes rolled back and forth till
one by one they, too, eseawd into still
ness. ' Then Hester Heathersleigh stooped,
and. with quivering lips and tear-wet eyes,
reverently kissed the bowed forehead of
"Oh. my darling! " she cried, " it is so
beautiful ! I am so proud of you. Who
taught you to play like that ? ""
A proud and safislid smile curved Rob
ert Field's lips as he listened.
" Mv love for you taught me,' he an
swered. " My love for you, which is so
great, so nil-absorbing, that my music
seems to lie but a poor expression of it."
Then lifting her head he gazed for a mo
ment with wistful tenderness into the ros"
pink Ix'auty of her small, sweet face.
" You think it is a triumph then, dear ?
Ah. Hester, are you sure you speak for the
music itself, or only out of a tender mercy
born of your love for me ? "
An indignant light brightened the pretty
violet eyes out of the drowsy languor ot
youth's' enchanting dreams.
" Tender mercy for you,' she rcicated.
Then her voice "changed. " Ah. Robert !
if mv love can make vou writekke that
now. then your future life shall Ik? full ot
inspiration, for I shall love you more and
more the longer I know you". I shall love
yon more and more forever."
She wound her arm aliout his neck, and
with tender, maiden sweetness kissed his
forehead, and kissed his wavy hair, and
kissed the thin, pale hand which lay nerve
lessly on the yellow organ keys. And
then a stillness "crept alout them, a still
ness more fraught wilh eloquent joy than
any measure of golden speech could have
While they thus stood hand in hand talk
ing, the curtain iH-hind them partitioning
oft' the long gallery parted and a dark face
peered through. It was a man's face,
handsome but cruel in that purple gloom
of gathering shadow. It was no friendly
face, either, that with its many changes of
hate and jealous anger and furious despair
seemed, while the lovers talked, to lie play
ing a dark and stormy accompaniment to
the idyl of their love.
A sudden angry burst of wind at the
narrow window "roused them unfteas
antly to sense of night and the nearmj:
"Oh, the rain! cried Hester, with a
pale face. " How thoughtless of us to
stay, and yon have that long, desolate walk
over the dills in the dark '."
"Never mind!" cried Robert, stoutly.
" There are such light and warmth within
me that I shall not heed a passing touch
of wind and water. I will see you to your
door first, and then good night".''
"Mv cousin Conrad promised to come
for me," Hester answered. "I wonder
what detains him. It is too bad for me to
take you all this long; way out of your
"I like it better .so," the young man
Mid, gravelv. " I do not like your cousin
Conrad, and I am not willing to trust you
to his care. Oh. nivdarling!" he went on,
earnestly. " if my 'music but brings me
lame and fortune 1 can then make you all
mv own. and there will be no more good
ni-dits, no more partings In the storm for
They passed down the stairs ana out
into tl'ie street together, unconscious ot
the shadow closing- upon them, nearer and
blacker.' At the door of Hester's home
thev parted with a lingering good-by.
"My precious music, cried Robert,
buttoning his coat closer about him. "No
harm must come to that. It represents
fame and fortune and love and honor for
thee and rue. my darling."
Hester lifted a" small wet face txxpeer into
"I wish you could stav," she said.
"And oh Robert. le careful" of the cliffs
the path is so lonely and dangerous. 1
shall eomecarly to rehearsal to-morrow for
the sake of knowing that you are sale."
" Do !" he answered. T shall bring
you glad tidings. Success is too near for
me to miss it now. Good night, god
night my sweetheart !" and so speaking he
passed from her into the shadow of his
After that night of storm the day
da wned clear and cool. At St. Paul's the
Choral Society, just then In first flush of
enthusiasm over a new oratorio, gathered
early. One Two Three 1 the great
bells chimed tne nours ana the singers
waited impatient for their leader. Some
thing had detained him most likely; he
would come soon ! The hour struck Four
and he had not come, and Hester Heath
ersleigh with a heart heavy as lead in her
.... r ti i .
liosom ieii on ner kiicvs in au agony 01
prayer. "Oh. my God !" she cried, reck
less of who might hear her. "He is dead.
My Roliert isdead! He lias been lost in the
cruel storm !"
Some one pitying, touched her arm. It
was her cout-iiK Conrad Charteris ; he was
looking down at her with a "pale face a
face piiler far than that with which he had
spied upon her yesterday from behind the
ullerv curtain, iter piteous cry had
touched even his stony heart.
'Hush lie whispered," here is news
from him from Robert ; come and hear
what it is."
A note had been brought by a swiffc-
running messenger, and a shudder ran
round the waiting circle of listeners when
its contents were made known. It was
signed by a leading physician of the city,
and stated that Roliert Field had been
picked up that morning at the foot of the
cliffs and taken home for dead. He was
now. at the date of writing, lying in an in
sensible condition, and it was impossible
to tell what the extent of his injuries
were, or if there were any hope of liis ul
A horror-stricken silence followed the
reading of the note, broken at bust by a
low, sobbing cry from Hester Heather-
leigh s white hps.
I must go to him oh, I must go to
him! Who will take me? You! you!"
and she caught Conrad Charteris by the
He shrank away from her with a ges
ture much as if she had pierced him with a
knife. His black eyes dilated horribly.
"I? I go with you to see him 5"' he
cried. " What are you thinking of i What
do you take me for?"' Then noting her
astonished look he made a lierce struggle
for composure; hut his hands shook like
" Why do you wish to go to him?' he
questioned angrily. " He would not re
cognize you and it is no place for you !
I't me take you home."
She snatched up her shawl and bound it
with trembling tingcrs about her shoulders.
" I tell vou I shall go to him," she answer
ed. " f. was to have been his wife, and,
living or dead, my place is now by his side.
Vou can come with me if you like !" And
siie flew down the steps.
It seemed an age to ner, that short time
she was on the road leading to the lonely
house of HolxTt Field's widowed mother ;
and when at last, by dint of her prayers
and tears, she was sullcred to approach his
Itedside, she looked down on a very diflcr
ent Roliert Field from the one with whom
she had parted in such high hope the night
The bruises were chiefly about the head,
the physician said gravely, and even if he
recovered it was doubtful if his mind
would ever be sound again. Hester heard
him. and with a great sob fell on her knees j
by the bedside. Where now were the bril- i
1 istiit: aspirations, the tender hopes, the gay ;
courage and stout-hearted faith of one j
short day gone by ? Lost ! lost ! Success ;
so near to him. anil yet to fail. Triumph so :
nearly won, and yet to pass by on the other ,
" Robert, O my Roliert ! Look up ! Speak
to me, or 1, too,"shall die !"
Ah! but love remained. Love unchanged
and unfaltering. 'J his then was left the
blessing of a love which believes all things,
hopes all things, and endures all things
unto the end.
The drawn white face on the pillow did
not change at Hester's cry, but under the
half-closed lids the dull eyes gleamed
feebly and the slender hand outside on the
coverlet grocd helplessly. Hester took
his hand in hers and then, quick as light
ning, by some strange, subtle instinct
rather than by any demonstration of his,
she felt that the poor, stricken senses were
trying to break through the darkness that
enveloped them and make their unknown
" Robert. Roliert ! what is it?" she cried.
" What is it that vou want to make us un
derstand?" The helpless movingof his lips, the help
less groping of his fingers, were enough to
make one weep. Hester bent her ear to his
" What is it, Robert, dear? Tell me
what is it you want ? "
The stiffened lips strove with a terrible
effort to move, and this time one word was
feeblv articulated :
Hester looked up with a startled excla
"Music! He calls for his music. Do
you not hear ? Where is it ? Who knows
about it? Is it lost?" she questioned
Again that terrible attempt at speech.
The dull eyes opened wide, the feeble fin
gers clench"cd themselves on Hester's hand,
and, wilh a hist mad effort of expiring des
iderate strength, he raised himself and
"Mv music! Find it! Saveit!"And
then he fell back on his pillow like one
" Vou have killed him," said the physi
cian, angrily, and at the word Hester, with
a moan, dropjied down insensible.
Not dead ! I5ut when, after weeks and ,
months of painful illness, he faced the j
world again, he looked like a shadow out j
of the past. But bent and aged, with
scarred forehead and whitened locks, the
wreck of his body was not the greatest
evil that had befallen him ; for of the bril
liant genius of other davs no vestige was'
left. Saddest of all, the miserable
ghost of his lost hopes haunted
him, and in the ruined chamber of
liis darkened intellect he was forever
groping. Irving' to gather up the mystic
chords of tiinetul thought which no long
er vibrated to his magic touch. The lost
manuscript music, had never been recover
ed, ami though his feeble mind failed to
take in the greatness of his loss, the
shadow of something beautiful which was
to have been, but, somehow, failed to be,
lay on him, and gave liis face a wistful
look, which was sadder far in its mute en
durance than any wail of speech could
Mi sic was to him now something akin
to the sound e-f " sweet bells jangled, out
of tune and harsh."
One day in early spring he went to the
church for the first time, leaning on Hes
ter's arm. The old familiar look of the
place struck him forcibly and roused his
dormant w its. He sat down to the organ
and glided liis hands over the keys : a few
iangling discordant chords followed, wan
dering and disconnected ; then his face
chanred. and. with a terrible cry, he flung
his head down on his arms.
" Oh Hester ! tell me -what it is I have
lost? Sometimes I almost reach it it is
in my mind, something beantiful which I
almost grasp, and then it eludes me and
fades away. I have lost it now. Hester!
Hester ! take me home !'
She kissed him and soothed him w ith
sweet wonianly words, and when he was
more cwnposed she led him away.
Sxm alter that they were married. In
vain Hester's friends threatened and op
posed her. She was quietly determined.
" He loved me w hen friend, and fortune
smiled on him." she answered them. " He
would have given me every great gill
which the world was ready to bestow on
him for love of his beautilul genius, and
shall I desert him now w hen misfortune
has overtaken him? Ferhaps oh, per
haps some time God mav restore to him
LU lost mind." Tears filled her lovely
soft pathetic eyes. 44 If I dared to hope it
oh, if I but might hope for it, how wil
lingly would I give my life to have it so."
The day 'before her wedding she re
ceived a visft from Conrad Charteris.
"It shall not be!" he cried out vehem
ently. 41 Do you realize what you are
doing? Why, you had better far die at
once, for Robert Field is but little better
than an Idiot."
44 And if he er an idiot." retorted Hes
ter, bravely hiding her hurt at the brutal
words, "even then I would marry him. I
love him, and if not one vestige of his
glorious intellect remained I would be
Robert Field's wife, and a proud one too !"
" And, by God, I believe you would."
answered Conrad, looking with a fond,
in; id, lunging into the small pale face,
lifted so undauntedly to his dark gaze.
"Hester, you will drive me mad. I would
to heaven that Roliert Field was dead.
Why did he not die that night last winter ?"'
and he struck his hand furiouly on the
tablp in a blind frenzy of despair.
"God knows it was from no lack ot
purpose in you that he did not die," re
torted Hester spiritedly.
She spoke at random, but Conrad shrank
away with a white face. The idle words
evidently hit him hard. They cut close
and sharp as steel in their unex'H'cted de
scent, and wheeling abruptly about he left
her and did not seek her again.
Thev were, married quietly, and after
that, m the tender security of his modest
home, under the fond and cherishing care
of his wife, health and strength came slow
Iv back to the shattered frame of Robert
Slowly, too, oil of the darkness he began
to wrench, one by one, the secrets of his
prisoned mind. Old melodies began to
shape themselves under his touch, discord
ant and fragmentary at first, but gradually
assuming symmetry and power.
"Not quite a wreck!" he would sigh,
wistfully. "Some day some good genii
will unlock my prison door ami set me
In the. child that was born to them, a
beautiful boy who sang sweet music in
every tone of his childish voice, liis pride
was great. He talked of him, listened to
him. watched him, and dreamed of him,
predicting a future of which Bertrand was
to lie the perfect flower, the very golden
rose of joy. So the years passed, and
sweet Hester Field's fair" face grew heaven
ly beautiful to see, with its tired look of
patient waiting. God only knows how her
heart failed her now at times ; or with
what lierce power she wrestled with her
growing doubts, and prayed for strength
to help her liear this cross whose shadow
fell even darker and deeper on her voting
Had her love, then, been a sacrifice in
But one day the answer came !
Returning one afternoon from a long
walk. Robert Field stopped in the hall,
spell-bound by the triumphant strains of
some new and beautiful melody floating
through the rooms. His worn face flashed
with the old light of inspired thought;
his eyes dilated ; his whole form shook
wilh a mysterious emotion.
" What" is it ? what is it ?" he asked of his
wife, who came to meet him.
44 Bertrand's music !" answered proud
mother Hester. "He has been engaged
with it a longtime. He meant it to be a
surprise for you."
RolxTt Field threw up his arms with a
""It is mine ! mine ! My lost music ! the
music I played for you that long-forgotten
day ! Hark, Hester ! do you not recog
nize it now? Oh! to think that it has
slept so long and now comes back to me
so fresh and fair. This is my treasure
which was lost to me and now is returned
to nie alter many years. Brought back bv
a little child! Our child, Hester! Oli.
thank God for that!"
Rushing into the parlor he swept Bert-i "Come back !' and "Don't go over!"
rand from the stool and, seatinghimself at I were sounded on every side. It was too
theorgan, with one powerful sweep of his late for Mrs. Harding, though she
hands over the keys he summoned his j was on the bridge, and going back
God-given genius from the tomb ol his was as perilous as running for
youth and bade it stand resurrectionized ' ward. She ran as woman seldom ran
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ill new uie oeiorc mm. vu huh uu uic i
music swept; not a note was lost: not a
chord dropped out of the splendid work.
Shoutingly. exultantly the tones leacd
forth, " aiid their name was called Wonder
ful." On ! on ! Up and up !
At last, from sheer exhaustion, the mu
sician dropped to the floor, and lying there
at Hester's feet he wept tears which were
no shame to him.
44 It is the very same !'" he cried. 44 Ber
trand has written it out note for note, a
counterpart of my own work. Is it not an
awful thing to think of! My own work,
and yet his ! Who but God can explain
it. And oh, Hester! The darkness is all
gone now ! Iet me thank God for that."
Then, wrapping1 his arms about her,
Roltert Field kissed his wife's pale face
and kissed her tender mouth, her wavy
hair, and her slim, pale, faithful hands.
44 My wife! my wife! Oh, what if your
love had failed you, Hester? If, in those
terrible first hours of my misfortune, your
true heart had been one whit less true,
then 1 should have been lying in my grave
to-day, a broken and forgotten man !"
So fame and success in the hitter days of
his life came, not unwelcomely. to Roliert
Field. The world welcomed his famous
piece with none the less acclaim for its
long delay, and tor the strange story which
accompanied it. One truth only concern
ing that fatal night Robert withheld i
known alone to his faithful wife. But Con
rail Charteris hid long ago disappeared
from the town, and was seen no more
among them. So he and Hester buried the
secret in their hearts, contented that it
should be so for God is his own avenger.
They had been taught a wonderful les
son, too, by One who, having lived on
earth, knew what the full fruition of
earthly life must be. and who gave, ere he
passed away from among men, the crown
ing blessing of His wisdom in a last, new
Iove ye one another ! Weekly Graphic.
How" to riant a Tree.
When planting don't dig a hole like a
bowl cistern, but dig it jHst as deep as the
soil is, and no deeper ; make the bottom of
it one-third larger round than the top, and
loosen up the very bottom. Then as the
tree is planted, throw In first an inch of
real, good fresh, rich soil; set the tree,
holding it with one hand while on your
knees you spread its roots carefully with
the other; let the assistant drop the dirt in
uion the roote as he would if he had a
seive, and. as it is dropped in. do you who
hold the tree upon your bended knees,
work every root carefully out straight on
a level line with the point or junction of it
with the main stems, use the fingers out
spread in mingling the tine dirt with the
roots, and be careful that not an air space
is left at the bottoms, and also that the
earth upon the lower roots is packed the
hardest or tightest of any.
As you reach tlie upper roots only see
that each root is Purely surrounded with
earth, and then let the hist four inches of
earth be sprinkled on with spade or shovel,
without pressure ol loot or anyming eise,
don't even flat it with the shovel, and be
sure to keep your own. and Paddy's feet
off: for even- pressure will destroy the na-
tnral position of the root below. F. R.
EUk.tt, in Cleveland Herald.
It is curious to observe how modes ol
discipline vary in different parts of the
country among wise instructors of youth.
A Virginia teacher finding that two of
his pupils, about the same age. had got
into a difficulty, attentively heard the
story of each boy. He bad no other evi
dence, and each boy declared himself to be
in the right. He took them into a room
by themselves, and recommended a square
fight upon the spot. Permanent peace
was speedily restored." says the record,
"and they wiil probably never disagree
The telegraph is now extended to Pan
ama by the wav of Kev West, Cuba and : shiftlessness of Mr. Spt llman in not spread
other West India islands. i ing the alarm more rapidly. It has been
MILAN, GIBSON COUNTY,
THE JIILL RITEK DISASTER.
HOW THE XEW3 OF THE BREAK WAS CAR
RIED THE HEROES OP THE DAY SOME
TROVIDEXTIAL ESCAPES, ETC.
On the morninz of May 1G the great mill
reservoir, located just above the village of
Williamsburg, Mass., suddenly broke
awav, its contents rushing down the valley
below, and carrying off factories, houses,
trees, and everything in its course. One
hundred and forty-four men, women and
children lost their lives by the flood. Some
of the more notable incidents of the disas
ter are related below :
From the Springfleld (Mass.) Republican.
OXE OF THE DAY'S HEROES.
From the reservoir the stream threaded
its way-almost directly south to the vil
lage, two and a half miles away, hedged in
on either side by high hills, one of them,
High Ridge, being one of the lofty peaks
of Western Massachusetts, a'id hence a
survey station. When the village is
reached, the river, uniting with the Goshen
stream, swerves a little to the east and hugs
the hill, and here along its banks are most
of the mills of Williamsburg village, while
the houses till the valley up to its side. So
on Saturdav morning lay the flooded dis
trict of the" town all the rich meadow
hind down the pleasant street glowing
green under the freshening rain when
George Cheney hastened down to warn the
inhabitants of the breaking dam ; he went
first to see O. G. Sellman, and, after a
little time wasted in convincing him of the
impending; danger, he crossed to the livery
stable of J. W. lUleher, where he met Col
lins Graves, the milkman, on his morning
round. " If the dam is breaking," said
Graves, after listening to Cheney's frag
mentary story, "the folks must know it,"
and, lashing his fleet horse into a run. he
dashed away toward Haydenville, shout
ing: "The reservoir is fight here; run,
'tis all vou can do ! " It was now a quar
ter of 8", and meanwhile Belcher and Che
ney had rung the bell of the Congrega
tionid Church to further warn the village
folk. On went horseanddriver,spreading
the alarm. Graves shouting all the way;
he made directly for the manufacturing
establishments, for, said he, " the people
could hear it, but the roar of the factories
would drown anv warning for the opera
tives." At Skinherville the pair were live
minutes ahead of the coming tor
rent; but at Haydenville they had
but two minutes in which to spread
the alarm. Here the famous ride, which
will be sung in story and told to the credit
of Collins Graves around the firesides of
Williamsburg forever as the salvation of
many hundred lives, ended at the hotel :
the horse and rider were both exhausted,
and here another herald took up the tid
ings. Graves could hear the thunder ot
the coming flood, but not fully appreciat
ing its extent, he turned to go back to
ward Williamsburg. At the "dug-way,"
at Haydenville, the disaster which he had
predicted burst upon his sight, and he had
just time to turn oft into a bank nearCapt.
Kingsley's when it crashed past him; in
deed, he was not twenty seconds too soon,
and, as it was, he h;idk almost despaired of
reaching a place of safety, and had even
thought of abandoning his tired steed to
its f ite. Graves, bv the way, is a Wil
liamsburg boy, and has "ot a pleasant
home on the hill, out ofall danger of
WONDERFUL ESCAPE OF A WOMAN.
A most wonderful rescue and probably
the only one of an adult person from the
flood itself at Leeds was that of Mrs.
Marv C. Harding, a sister of Miss Marcia
Clark of this city. She was at work on
the second floor of the silk factory when
the alarm was given, and hardly had she
reached the ground when the shout was
raised, "Run across the bridge!"' She
started, leading the whole company, but
soon the cries were of another sort, and
oeiore, aim no sooner nan Mie, inu iici-
haps half a dozen others, reached the fur
ther shore, than the immense mass of de
bris struck the bridge, anil it went down
with a crash, carrying with it six or seven
girls and women who were just a little
too late. The women kept on running for
Ross's store, and making, as she avers,
prtitty g;ood time, while her companion
who hail crossed the bridge entered the
fated boarding-house. She passed the lit
tle gate near the bridge, ai.d just got
through the larger gate below the steps
leading to the store, when the water rush
ed up, carried off the lowergate and threw
her down near the lower stair. Luckily
two men were on the bank, and she was
drawn up, hut not a moment too soon, for
just then the steps went off and the three
had to seek safety higher up the shore.
The escape from the bridge, from the de
scending debris, from the chance of enter
ing the house as her companions did. and
from the water afterward, make Mrs. Har
ding's case a most marvelous one. She
only, of all the thirteen who started over
the bridge, was saved. It so hapiened
that one of her rescuers was William Swift,
the lover of her room-mate. Mary Wood
ward, who was swept away in the tide.
Mrs. Harding lost everything she had, her
property being in the boarding-house, but.
thoroughly drenched and somewhat bruis
ed as she was, she went pluckily to work,
spending most of the afternoon attending
to the dead and the bereaved living, start
ing at night with friend i for this city.
From the New York Sun
A BOY'S MIRACULOUS ESCAPE.
Mr. Roberts left his work to warn his
family, but the surging flood was so close
that he thought it useless to attempt to
reach the high land, and decided to remain
in the house with his wife and three chil
dren. The house was torn in pieces by
the first stroke of the torrent, and all were
lost except the son, George, aged 13.
The story of the escaie of the boy is re
markable. He says that after the" house
had collapsed he rose to the surface a little
back of the comb of the wave amid a raft
of the timbers of the house. He grasped
a heavy plank, and the flood swept him
along through the tree tops, sometimes
above the surface and again below it, the
driftwood dashing against him every mo
ment, sometimes with terrible force. Still
he retained his presence of mind and held
on to his plank. He had almost lost his
strength, when a side current swept hini
i close to the shore and he clutched a bush
and held on until the receding water per
mitted him to wade out. He was so ex
haustKl and chilled that he was picked up
almost unconscious within a few feet of
where he crawled out of the water. His
head and body are terribly scarred and
bruised, hut he is now sufficiently recov
ered to tell of his wonderful escape.
ANOTHER BOY'S ESCAPE FROM DEATH.
One other boy pased through the flood
and escaped with his life. He is Hugh
Magee, a bright, self-dejienfling boy of 15,
who worked at thebobbings at James's fac
tory. He was one of the hist to receive in
telligence of the danger, and was caught,
hv the wa'er as be left the floor of the
j factory. The factory itself resisted the
; flood, and the first rush was passed before
i ne gtarted fairly with the stream. 'I hen
the water closed over him and he did not
reach the surface again until he swept
against a tree. Stevens, one of the victims,
and a little girl were already in its branch
es. The tree was soon uprooted, and the
shock of its fall threw him far out into the
tide. He says that he recognized Hitch
cock's house sweeping down close to him.
and the fall of the water below the dam
carried him below the surface. He came
up again in the comparatively still water
of a cove and Ewam ashore, having been
carried thrse-quarters of a mile.
FIVE JIENXTES' DELAY WHICH COST TWO,
In Williamsburg the paralyzing effect of
the disaster had given place to a lively
sense of indignation at what is called the
ascertained that Cheney, the gatekeeper,
reached Spellman's factory five minutes
before the water came down. Cheney's
lack of decision in telling the story in
clined Spellman to believe that it was not
more than half true. He detained Cheney
with questioning until the thundering of
the water told its own story, and then sent
him on his errand of alarm too late to be of
Those five minutes would have been am
ple to have had every resident of the valley
in a place of safety. As it was, the opera
tives of Skinnervflle hail time to escape,
with three exceptions, and comparatively
few were exposal to the flood below that
point, showing that all might as well have
been got out of danger. The people are
clamoriixr for an inquest, which they hope
will fix the responsibility of the catastrophe
where it belongs.
John Wesley's Health Rnles.
This great apostle wrote upon many
subject. Health was prominent among
them. He published a work under the
titlft of" Primitive Physic ; or, an Fasy
and Natural Method of Caring Most Dis
eases." From his simple rules the follow
ing are selected :
Pure air is very important.
Tender people should have those who lie
with them, or are much about them, sound,
sweet and healthy.
All persons ambitious of good health
should be as clean as possible in their
houses, furniture and clothes.
The great rule in food is to suit the qual
ity and quantity to our digestion. All
pickled, smoked" and high-seasoned food is
Nothing conduces more to health than
abstinent and plain food, with due labor.
For studious persons, about eight ounces
of animal and twelve of vegetable food in
twenty-four hours is sufficient.
Wafer is the most wholesome of all
drinks, quickens the appetite and strength
ens the digestion. S.rong, and more esjxv
ei illy spirituous "liquors, are a certain
though slow poison. P'xperience shows
there is no manner of danger in discontin
uing them at once.
Collee and tea are extremely injurious to
persons with weak nerves.
Tender persons should eat only a very
light supper, and that full two or three
hours before going to bed. Such persons
ought to retire to bed invariably by nine
o'clock, and rise from four to five in the
Walking is the best exercise for those
who are ale to bear it, and riding is the
best for those who are not able to bear
walking. We may strengthen any weak
part of the body by constant exercise.
Thus the lungs may Ik; strengthened by
loud speaking or by" walking up an ascent,
the digestion and nerves by riding, the
arms and hands by strongly rubbing them
The studious ought to have stated times
for exercise, at least two or three times a
day, one half before dinner, the other
before going to bed. Those who read or
write much should lean to do it stand
ing, otherwise it will impair their health.
The fewer clothes any one uses by day
or night (provided he is kept warm), the
hardier he will be.
Kxercise should never be taken on a
full stomach, it should never be contin
ued to exhaustion, and when we are done,
we should be careful not to cool oft" too sud
denly. Tlie flesh-brush is highly beneficial, es
pecially in stiinulatinga part which is cool
and inactive. Cold bathing is of great ad
vantage to health. It prevents many dis
eases, promotes perspiration, accelerates
the circulation of the blood, and secures
All violent and sudden passions dispose
people to acute diseases. Slow and lasting
passions, such sis grief and hopeless love,
bring on chronic diseases.
The Vulgarity of American
Are we a nation of pawnbrokers or
jewelers? We must be one or the oilier,
or wherefore the quantity of diamonds
that are worn by women and children ? 1 :
have no fault to find with the middle-aged ;
lady who adorns herself with the family i
jewels on full-dress occasions, but good ;
taste is outraged at ine signt oi a gin ui :
fifteen wearing as many diamonds as '
would ransom a king. Not long ago I
met a little child, who could not have lieen
over five vears old, out walking with her
nurse, and from her ears hung immense j
solitaire diamonds. It is no uncommon j
thing to see school-girls from the ages of
ten to eighteen wearing diamonds on their
lingers and in their ears. A young girl :
doe's not think her toilet complete without .
diamond earrings and at least a diamond
ring. Then, as'she gets richer, come hair j
ornaments and crosses and lockets made i
of the precious stones. Necklaces of I
diamonds are rare in this country, and are !
not often seen off the stage. The Count-
ess of Caithness, who visited this country j
Lnmn tinu i trr tlin wjtmler nitil mlmi-
ration of all-New York when she appeaml !
in her box at the opera flashing in $00.(MX i
worth of diamonds. But, then, her dia-;
mauds had been handed down from gene
ration to generation of very rich ancestors, ,
and wcie only second to those of royalty.
In European countries it is not until a j
woman has attained to years of maturity j
that she wears diamonds, and even then
not unless she is very rich. In this conn- i
try no one is too young to wear them,
and. I was going to say, no one too poor,
for I have often seen women who live inj
small houses, up back streets, appear at j
church ortheoiera glittering in diamonds. !
A lady of my acquaintance, when she gets i
up iu"the morning, puts on a calico wrap-1
ner. but that does not prevent her array- ;
in" herself in diamond ear-rings, brea.-t
. .L ..L .l
pin and finger rings, with which adorn
ment she performs her household tasks.
New Fork Letter in Boston Saturday Ga
zette. m m
Z? I isiana. who founded tlie uatneurai in -ew
Our sensations are often very deceptive, j Orleans and several charitable and relig
espeeially as to the temperature. We of- ious institutions, and who died, leaving
ten feel chilly when the thermometer is ! his daughter tire wealthiest then this side
high, and actuidly get warmer as the of the Atlantic.
mercury descends. Take a piece of metal. In those days, and indeed long afterward,
another of wood, and a third of woolen the fair demoiselles of the colony finished
material. Lav them side by side on the their education at the convent, and made
same table. There is really no difterencj their debut in society and the fashionable
in their temperature. Yet if you place world at a very early age. And, indeed,
your hands on them the metal feels cold, marrying at fourteen and fifteen years of
the wood neither cold nor hot, and the age was no rare thing for them to do. As
wool positively warm. If you hold snow Mile. Almenaster was married in 1S12, at
in your hand for any time vou will suffer j the age of nineteen, to her cousin, the
a painful sensation. So if" you keep your Baron de Pontalba, it was some time ere
hand in ice-water, this will soon ieei as ii
it were hot and burning you. But if ako-
hoi or glycerine are reduced to precisely
the same temperature they w ill have no
such effect. Ether, on tlie otner nana
seems to burn like ice-water,
thirty degrees below freezing point, may charms, and his subsequent lonely life and
lie drank without inconvenience, if only a , asceticism were attributable to the early
wooden vessel is used. A glass one isal- j and crushing disappointment of his love,
together too cold to be put to the lips. ! Young McDonongh, fresh from the eul
Rum, and cognac, and such liquids, be-; tured society of Baltimore, obtained an
come thick aiul sirupy at thirty degrees I cay entree in the privileged circles of the
below freezin". and at fifty degrees below Southern capital, where his gay and daf h
they become solid. Brandy may thus be ing habits and luxurious living soon made
swallowed in a lump out of a cup of frozen i him a noted personage. It was not long
ouicksilver. At sixty deffreesbelow frecz- i however liefore the bewildering Spanish
ing the solid brandy begins to produce the beauty led him captive. He proposed mar
sensation of cold. "To bring it to this tern- riage,"but the answer he received was as
perature, it is necessary to use carbonic decisive as it was mortifying. He was not
acid gas. reduced by cold and pressure io a
liquid and then mixed with ether. This
has to be employed very carefully, lor u it
. .. . - 1:1...
touches the skin" it produces blisters like a he would live and work nntil he was richer
red-hot iron. At seventy degrees of cold, I than all the Almenasters and Pontalbas
brandy, if taken with a wooden spoon, ! put together. He kept his word. A re
tastes simply like very hot soup. If a I cluse from the moment of his rejection,
met:d spoon were used, it would burn all j the energies of his powerful mind and in
the skin off the lips. Kane, when in the domitable will were absorbed in money
Arctic regions, burnt his band with a knife getting. He accumulated eight millions
he had been carrying in his pocket, and I of dollars, and died in a lonely house, oppo-
i which might be supposed to have received
! some little warmth from his body.
Cremation, about which so much is be -
ing said at present, will end in smoke,
"Martin Delany, I see gray hairs on your
head, the wrinkles of old age on your face,
and you look like one who will soon fall
away, and be gathered to his fathers. You
are going ou sixty years of age, and here
you are charged with drunkenness. Speak,
aged pine, and tell me if it is true or false."
" I cannot tell the truth I did it with
my little bottle!" replied the old man in
44 es, floored by the bottle, as millions
havs been liefore you. You seem to regret
it now, but last night, when you were
rambling around with a spade in your
hand, whooping, howling, and terrifying
small children, you didn't care a cent
whether school kept or not. I feel like ad
vising you to go home and press your
children to your bosom, embrace your
wile and promise them that not another
drop of liquor will ever pass your lips, but
it i.-n't my sympathetic morning, and I'll
make it $10 or ninety days.
44 David Bell, standing here in the prime
of life wilh a red nose and a wilted collar,
vou are charged with vagrancy," remarked
44 Vagrancy, eh ?"
4' Yes, sir," that's the charge, written in
letters an inch high, and yet you are young,
have a constitution like boarding-house
butter, a foot as large as a candle-box, and
for some reason decline to earn you own
bread and butter."
" I do, eh?"
44 Yes, sir, you do. You have been
wanderingabout the alleys, sleeping on the
wharves, and standing on the comers,
while even the cripples have laliored for
44 They have, eh ?"
44 Y'es, sir, they have, and yon ought to
feel a.-hamed of yourself and "go and drown
yourself, sir. But you won't do it, and I'll
send you to the Work-house for four
"You will, eh?"
44 Y es, sir, I will. Take him to the
Black Maria, Bijah, and if you can get an
eight-ounce tack under him the ride will
do him much more good."
May Wayborn disturbed the peace by
making a great noise and collecting a
crowd, and now she can't remember any
thing about it. She can't remember of
biting a policeman's knuckles, of pulling
the janitor's hair, or of the happy little
songs she indulged in for four hours alter
being locked up.
44 There's no use in winkingatme," said
his Honor, with a shake of his head: 44 it's
a clear case and law is law. Y'ou are young
vet. May, and it makes me sad to see one
in the bud of life recklessly trampling un
der foot the opportunity to become a great
woman. Joan of Arc hadn't your chance.
Victoria AVoodhull wasn't known to the
world at your age. Susan B. Anthony
didn't get her name hi the newspapers
until she was a hundred years old. Why
don't you emulate some of those hero
ines?" 44 Em who?" inquired the prisoner.
44 It is evident to me," continued the
Court, in a changed voice, 4 'that you have
no aspirations no longings for fame.
Y'ou had rather be a hen on the fence than
an eagle among the clouds, and I'll make
it sixty days."
44 Am I sent up?" she asked.
44 Y'ou are."
44 Then draw the dagger and strike me
here !" she cried, putting her hands on her
corset and rolling up her eyes. Bijah put
his arm around her slender waist and told
her that his Honor had left his dagger at
home for the cook to peel potatoes with,
and he asked her, for his sake, to consent
to live a few days longer, as onions anil
radishes were just beginning to sprout,
and he had seen three new hand-organs on
the street that morning. Detroit Free
THE MAIDEN'S LAST FAREWELL
IS THE DAT Or CilKMATIO!.
Then the ni(fht wore on, nil we knew the worst,
That the eml of it all wa nigh:
Three doctors they hail Irom the very first
And what conlif one do but die?
"Oh, William!" she cried, "strew no blos
soms of spring.
For the new apparatus miflht rust;
But say that a haudlul of shavings you'll bring,
And'lingcr to see me combust.
" Oh, promise me, love, by the fire-hole you'll
And when mourners and stokers convene.
You will see that they light me some solemn,
And wurn them against kerosene.
' ' It won'd cheer me to know, ere these rude
My essences lar to the pole,
That one whom I love will look to the draught,
And have a fond eyeon the coal.
"Then promise me, love' 'and her voice fainter
" While this bod) of mine calcifies,
You will stand just as near as you can to the flue,
And gaze while my gases arise.
"For Thompson Sir Henry has found out a
(Of his process you've surely heard tell)
AffJXiL"teh genl'y W'7'
' So none of Ihe dainty need sniff in disdain
n lien my caroon noais up to tn skv ;
And I'm sure, luve.that you will never complain,
Though an ah should blow into your eye.
" Xow promise me, love "and she murmured
" When the calcification is o'er.
You will Bit by mv grave in the twilight glow--1
mean by uiy furnace door.
" Yes, promise me, love, while the seasons re
volve On their noiseless axles, the years,
You will viuir the kiln where you saw me resolve,
And leach mv pale nshes wilh tears."
Jons PAfL, in Harper' for June.
The Komance ol a Millionnaire.
The Paris papers announce the death of
Baroness Miehaela de Pontalba, a native of
New Orleans, and the late ownerof prince
ly estates in that city; the daughter of
on Andres Almenaster, tlie Spanish In-
tendant of Finances of the colony of Lou-
j tnac ttaie wnen sue reigneu a oeue in uic
j parlors of the old Creole aristocracy, and
where she met the celebrated John Mo
Donough. the New Orleans millionna re.
Of marvelous beauty, and an heiress, the
! vounsr merchant fell an easy victim to her
rich enough to many the heiress of Don
In his bitter ang?r McDonough vowed
site New Orleans, with only servants for
I attendants, a comparative stranger in the
city where he bad lived all hi3 life, and of
: whose property he was 80 largely the
In his death-hour he talked incoherently
of his early disappointment and desired
that a small painting on ivory, supposed
to be a likeness of liis early charmer, lie
buried with him. It was" done, and so
faded from the world his romance and his
Xow and then it falls to the lot of a
man, consciously or unconsciously, glad
ly or sorrowfully, to make a new word.
Swartwout made one. So did the late
James Eisk, Jr. Great scamps have
special success in this. And now we have
another candidate. To skin honest mer
chants, through the forms of a revenue
law, and by the connivance of Treasury
officials, stands a fair chance of being here
after known as Sanbornism. ...
We have neither space nor stomach to
go into any detail of this noisome and dis
creditable were there any longer any
chance for saying so, we" should say in
credible business. Suffice it to say that
somehow law got itself passed through
Congress, by the knowledge ot some
members ani tlie iguoraur of others,
which gave the pretence of legality to
contracts made in a wholesale way with
thi-i man Sanborn to 44 assist" the proper
officers to collect millions of dollars ot
the national revenue, and to have the
modest sum of fifty per cent, of the sums
so collected for liis trouble. Then this
most objectionable statute was more ot
jeetionably administered by the Secretary
of the Treasury's precisely reversing its
provisions, and requiring the proper reve
nue officers to assist Sanborn, in room ot
his assisting them. So that, so far as this
aspect of tins matter was concerned, the
main object of the United States Govern
ment, from a financial point of view, lie
came the enabling and assisting Mr.
Sanborn to line his pockets by a moiety ot
Not a dollar, as the coiiimitt(e declare,
of the half million or so, which this fel
low succeeded in pocketing, was there
which would not, by the irresistible
gravitation of the nature of the case,
have fallen into the treasury in due course
of time, if his unclean and" greedy hands
had not been first stretched out to clutch
Worst of all. this investigation has
proved that the two Secretaries of the
Treasury for which Massachusetts is re
sponsible, were not actuid guilty accom
plices in intent in Sanborn's stealing
but were accomplices, and were guilty, by
the most lamentable and discreditable
want of common sagacity and prudence,
in the administration of the great trust
committed to their hands.
If the Republican party thinks it can
stand this kind of thing much longer, all
we have to say is, it has a charming and
elastic courage which events may and
may not justify. The Congregationalist.
The Democratic Party.
Eor many months a few papers in the
country have been predicting the death ol
the Democratic party, and many an editor
has bothered his brain in writing obituar
ies of that time-honored organization.
But their predictions have demonstrated
but one thing, and that is that the true
spirit of prophesy has died out in the land.
The Democratic party still lives, and will
livw while the human race exists. Ie
moeracy means freedom ; ave. it is the very
essence of that delicious boon. It cannot
die in the United States, for the reason
that it is synonomous with the principles
upon which the Government is based. The
objections that these would-be prophets
have to the party is that its principles are
obsolete. Then" the constitution of our
country has outlived its usefulness. It is
one anil the same thing with Democracy.
If the time has arrived for a change in the
form of our Government, a change in the
policy of the Democratic party may then
be advocated. But the time for such a
change has not arrived, nor can it ever
come while Democratic sendments make
up the political creeds of the people. The
old party is stronger than ever, and the
people are moving in its interest all over
the land. In Missouri an activity is lieing
displayed that will certainly achieve suc
cess. It is the only opposition to Radical
ism, and the masses are rallying to its ban
ners. Let all who desire to see Radical
ism overthrown and honesty and purity
again occupying the high places of honor
and trust, exert themselves in behalf ot
the Democratic party and assist in render
ing its triumph complete. That it will
triumph there is no doubt ; but let all good
men contribute to the victory. Kansas
There are hundreds of young men that
should be married who are not married.
To marry early is discreet and wise. And
when men and women are of a marriagea
ble age, it is wholesome for Iheni to be
married. It is not necessary that they
should remain single because they stand
in poverty, for two can live cheaper than
one, if they live with discretion, if they
live with co-operative zeal, if they live as
they ought to live. If the young man is
willing to st em poor when he is poor ; if
the young woman, being poor, is willing
to live poorly ; if they are willing to plant
their lives together 'like two seeds, and
wait for their growth, and look for their
abundance by and by, when they have
fairly earned" it, then it is a good thing
for them to come early into this partner
ship. Eor characters adapt them.-elves to
each other in early periods of life far more
easily than they do afterward. They who
marry early are like vines growingtogeth
er. and twining round aud round each
other; whereas" multitudes of those who
marry late stand side by side like two iron
columns, which, being separated at the be
ginning, never come nearer to each other.
There is no school which God ever opened,
or permitted to be opened, which young
people can so ill afford to lose a the school
of care and responsibility and labor in the
household ; and a young man and young
woman marrying, no matter from what
source they come togetlier, no matter how
high their fathers have stood, one of the
most wholesome things they can do, hav
ing married for love, and with discretion,
is to be willing to begin at the bottom,
and bear the burdens of household life, so
that they shall have its education.
The mother of the lost Earl, George
Gordon, the eccentric fellow w ho shipped
as a sailor and disappeared, has given $1,
(00 to the American Seaman's Friend So
ciety to buy libraries for American sailors
on foreign "bound vessels. Each set is to
be marked, 44 Sent to sea by his mother, in
memory of George, Karl of Aberdeen, a
sailor, and lost at sea January 2M, 170,
aged 28." And it may be that she has
some hopes that he still lives and may thus
be brought to think of home and return.
The Vienna journals announce that, ac
cording to an ancient custom still observed
..t tha i v.nrt r.r v irnni. fh Kmoeror ann
Empress of Austria washed the feet of
twelve old men and twelve oiu women ui
tivrul Frirltiv nrtf ilil woman being 107
years old. The ceremony was performed
with great solemnity in uie presence m me
Court dignitaries, and each old person re
ceived thirty pieces oi suver.
A t t-i-ttt s. iindersrraduafe on beingex
amineil tnr his (le"Tee. and failinsr in every
subject upon which he was tri'-d, com
plained that he bad not been questioned on
the things he knew. The examiner tore
off about an inch of paper, and pushing it
toward him desired bim to write upon it
all he knew.
Tite subject of "hazing" has been in
troduced into Congress by a bill which pro
vides for the dismissal of any student lor
"hazing" in the Naval Academy, and
forever renders such student lnengioie ior
appointment to the Naval Academy or na
It U one of the curiosities of natural his
tory that a horse enjoys hi food most
when he hasn't a bit in his mouth. :
A wavperino chiropodist was in town
Wednesday, says an exchange, exhibiting
a boy that" he had sueccessfully removed,
from a corn.
Wkaltu and poverty are seen for what
they are. " It begins to be seen that the
poor are only they who feel poor, and
poverty consists lu feeling poor. The rich,
as we reckon them, and among them thn
very rich, in a true scale, would be found
very indigent and ragged. Emerson.
A Sunday-school teacher, desirous of
waking the dormant powei of a scrolar,
asked the question. 44 What are we taught
by the historic incident of Jacob wreMling
with the angels?" The cautious reply
came: 44 Dunno, 'zactly, but s'pose 'twas
to tell us that we musn't rastle.'
Riser, a Choctaw Indian, owedacuto
lawver a sum of money so long that tlie
latter finally threatened Kiser with a law
suit. This scared the Choctaw, who paid
the money and then asked for a receipt.
A receipt ? " said the lawyer. " Can you
understand the nature of a receipt? Tell
me the use of one, and I will give it to
you. 1 ne Indian looKen at m.ii a mo
ment, and then said, "S'pose maybe me
die ; me go to hebben ; me find de gate
locked ; me see de Apostle Peter ; be ay.
4 Riser, wliat you want ? ' Me say, 4 Wai 1 1
to get in.' lie say, 'You good man?
Me sav. Yes.' He say. 4 l ou pay .Mr. A.
dat money?' What me do? I hah no re
ceipt. Hab to bunt all ober hell to find
Wk say a great deal which is not com
plimentary of hotel clerks. But. after all,
we are submissive enougn oeiore mem.
There is something in the office they hold
which has an independent influence of its
own that takes us in Its meshes and holds
us unresistingly. Before him we are sub
ject to his humor, abashed and entertained
by his conversation. At his back we des
pise him, jab him with sarcasm, prick him
with satire, and roast him with burning
indignation. In following, ailmiratiiui and
interest, he is ranked by the bartender on
ly. The presiding genus of the bar stands
at the head.' There are no stories that are
relished as are his stories ; there are no
Jokes with such pith and point to them,
and which win such appreciation as his
jokes. His going and coming are matters
of engrossing interest to his admirers. If
he buys a new garment it is closely exam
ined in every particular, and his taste in
selecting it and his judgment in buying it
are commended with bated breath as lieing
but little short, if any, of the supernatural.
If he rips his boot tlie extent of the dam
age is subjected to the closest scrutiny, and
he is obliged to narrate with strict minute
ness where, when, and how it was done,
which he does with an easy condescension
that is considered phenomenal, and receiv
ed accordingly. Everything about his
person or pertaining to" his possession has
an interest in the eyes of his admirers that
is difficult to express. We only hope he
realizes and is thankful for his blessing.
Mission of Little Children.
No one feels the death of a child as the
mother feels it. The father cannot realize
it thus. True, there is a vacancy in his
home, and a heaviness in his heart. Then
is a chain of association that at set, times
comes round with its broken link ; there
are memories of endearment, a keen sense
of loss, a weeping over crushed hopes, and
a pain of wounded affection over them all.
But the mother feels that one has been
taken away who was still closer to her
heart. Hers has been theotlice of constant
ministration. Every graduation of feature
developed before her eyes she detected
every new gleam of infant intelligence
she heard the first utterance of every stam
mering word : she was the refuge of its
fears, the supplier of its wants; and every
task of affection wove a new link, and
made dearer to her its object. And when
her child dies, a portion of her own lite, as
it were, dies with it. How can she give
her darling up, with all these loving mem
ories, these fond associations? lini'id
hands that have so often taken hers in
trust and love, how can she fold them on
its sinless breast, and surrender them to
the cold grasp of death? The feet whose
wanderings she had watched so narrowly
how can she bear to see them straight
ened to go down into the dark valley?
... . . . . i . . i it
I he head mat sue nas pressed n ner nps
and bosom, that she has watched in iieaee
ful slumber, and in burning, heart-saddening
sickness, a hair of which she could not
see harmed how can she consign it to the
darkness of the grave? It was a gleam of
sunshine, and a voice of perpetual glad
ness in her home; she had learned from it
blessed lessons of simplicity, sincerity.
purity and faith; it had unsealed within
ner a gusning, a never-eoowig hoc oi in
fection : when suddenly it taken away.
and the home is left dark and silent; and
to the vain and heart-rending aspiration.
Shall that dear child never return? there
breaks in response the cold grave silemt
nevermore! The heart is like a fOr-aken
mansion, and those words go echoing
through its silent chambers.
Compnlsorj Education in Sew York.
The Empire State has made education
compulsory. The law to that etlect comes
into force .lan. I. isd. it contains ten
sections. The first provides that every
child between the ages of eight and four
teen vears. not physically or mentally in
capable of study, shall be instructed, at
home or in school, at least fourteen weeks
of each year, eight of which shall lie con
secutive, 111 ?leillll, i.-iiiuk, i iiiu,;,
English grammar, geography, -and arith
metic. Tim second section forbids, under
penalty of $."0 fine, the employment dur
ing school hours of any child who has not
attended school fourteen weeks of the pre
ceding year. The third directs School
Trustees to examine the manufactories of
their district, in order to see whether this
rule is obeyed. The fourth is unimpor
tant. The "fifth authorizes Trustees to en
force the preceding sections, and fixes the
fines for keeping children from school at
1 for the first and c- lor eacii succeeding
week. The hues cannot, however, lie
collected for more than thirteen weeks.
The sixth section empowers the 1 ru-tees
to supply text-books to poor children.
The seventh provides that children shall
lie classed as habitual truants on the writ
ten statement of their parents that they
rannot make them SO to school. The
eighth gives Trustees and Boards of Edu
cation the power to make rules, subject to
the approval of a.nistieeoi tne nupreme
Court tor;the District, for catching, confin
ing, and teaching habitual truants. The
ninth settles questions of juri-dietion.
The tenth provides that two weeks at
tendance at a half-time or evening school
shall be counted as one week at a day
The Fishing Frog.
Writers on natural history describe a
hideous reptile known as the fishing frog,
which angles for its game as expertly and
with as great success as tne most aoron
tlv-fisher. He is a clumsy, awkward
swimmer, but Nature has couifcn.-atcd
him for his unwieldiness by furnishing
him with an equivalent for a rod and line,
with bait always ready for use. Two
elongated tentacles spring from his nose.
which taper away like actual nsiiing-rims.
To the end of them is attached by a slen
der filament, which serves the purpose of
a line, a bait in the form of a shiny bit of
membrane. The hook3 are set in the
mouth of the fisherman down below, and
in order to induce the fish to venture with
in reach of them, the angler stirs up the
mud at the bottom with his fins and tail.
This attracts the fish and conceals him frni
their observation. He then plies his rod ;
the glittering bait glow3 in the water like
a living insect. The dazed fish are taken
in great numbers, perfectly circumvented
by the trick of the crafty angler. Galaxy.
Graham Gems. 1 egg well U-aten, 1
Jarge coffcecup of sweet n.uk, U tricups-
fill of Graham flour, cup or s:.pernne
flour, and a little salt; the batter should be
of the consistency of wheat griddle-cakes.
Warm the pan on the top of the stove and
grease each compartment well; tficii till
wilh the batter to within a quarter of an
inch of the top, and bake in a quick oven,
about half an hour.
Two men crossed Webster Lake in
Franklin. X. II., on May-day. and lound
the ice a foot thick, and firmly fixed to the