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Poetry.
NEWS TO TELL.
Snsnw, lend a your ami, for r am not we
:" This wound yo see scarce) y fortnight old.
AiiiurnorrymeeugeiBia ioicu, - t
-4've traveled taanr mil In wet And cold.- I
Ton is the old gray chateau above tne trees.
He bade n seek It, 017 comrade brave and tj;
Biately forest ana nver so Drown ana oroa,
lie showed me the scene as he a -dying lay.
I hve been there, and, neighbor, I am not well;
1 Dore nis sworn ana some of nie cnrung nir.
Knocked at the gate and said I bad news to tell.
atered a chamber and saw his mother there.
Tall and straight, with the snowa of age on her
neaa,
Brare and stern as a soldier's mother might be.
Xeep in her eyes a Urlng look 0i the dead,
She grab pea her staff and silently gazed at me.
I thongnt Td better be dead than meet her eye ;
8he ffneaaed k alL Td never a word to tell.
Takin? the pword in her arms she heaved a shrh J
Clasping the curl in her hand she sobbed and fell.
I raised her up, she sat in a stately chair.
Her face like death, bnt not a tear in her eye;
We beard a step, and tender voice on the stair
Hurmorinz aofl to as infant's cooing cry,
Xv lady ahe eat erect, and sterner rrew.
Fitit'er on month she motioned me not to stay;
w m uuin m, uie wuc ui tne aeaa, 1 Knew,
She held his base, and, neighbor, I fled away 1
I tried t ran, bnt I heard the widow's err.
Neighbor, I have been hart, and I am not well:
1 pray to (jod that never nntu I die.
May 1 again have each sorry news to tell !
-All the Year Round.
Miscellaneous.
Robespierre.
A small, mean-looking man, weak
Jim Da, always palpitating wita a nerroua
ehiTer, and a timid, irresolute frait Bit
dress in faultlessly neat acd precise. Head
nowdcred. not a sicirle hair awrr . Briirht
blue coat, buttoned lightly at the hips, but
open at the chest to displav the spctl' as
white waistcoat; yellow breeches, white
stockings, shoes and bnckles. - This cos
tume is never varied, except that the shoes
are sometimes exchanged tor- top boots.
The face is sharp and peaky ; the forehead
projects over the temples,' and is com
pressed at each side like that of a wild
beast ; eyes blnej . deeply sunken, with
heavy lids, and a latent savage sparkle;
nose small, straight, expanded at the nos
trils ; mouth large ; lips thin and pallid,
and compressed at the corners ; chin small
and pointed ; complexion yellow, livid,
cadaverous; Habitual expression grave,
with ' a half-sweet, half sinister smile.
- Every muscle of the face working with a
ceaseless twitch, uver tne whole a tern
ble expression of concentrated purpose.
When he speaks his gestures are awkward,
his fingers work nervously;- his: voice is
shrill and discordant ; when agitated by
rage or exultation u . sonnets lire the
scream of a hyena.
After, leaving college, Bobespierre be
came a student of jurisprudence. H is
studies completed, he returned Arras, lite
old friend, the Bishop, procured him an
appointment in the Criminal Court lie
now distinguished himself as a strenuous
advocate for the abolition of capital pun
ishment ; and not long after be had ac
cepted the membership, being compelled,'
in virtue ot his omce, to condemn a crim
inal to death, he was so painfully affected
that rather than again undergo the
same iDtiiction he chose to resign
his omce. ' Does not this read
like the wildest fable? It was no
hypocracy; for what could he gain by itf
Only the displeasure of his patrons. No ;
the nature of the man was utterly devoid
of physiaal courage ; and all such natures
instinctively BUruiK lrom blood, which is,
in their minds, inextricably associated
with violence with that physical conten-
tkn for which their nerves unfit them. I
have said they instinctively 'shrink from
blood: yes, until they taste it; then their
appetite grows insatiable for it.
Even as late as 1791, we find him hotly
maintaining his old war against capital
punishment. On the occasion of a mo
tion of Lepelletier Pargean for its aboli
tion, he uttered these remarkable words :
Inthe eyes of justice' and mercy these
death-scenes, which are got up with so
much solemnity, are nothing less than
base assassinations, solemn crimes, com
mitted, not by individuals, but by nations,
and of which every individual must bear
the responsibiiity.
To take away from man the possibility of
expiating his misdeeds by repentance or
by acts of virtue, is, in my eyes, the most
horrible refinement of cruelty 1"
Listen to these passages from the very
speech in which he was urging upon the
Assembly the death of the King .- " For
myself, 1 abhor the penalty of death ; .
- but a dethroned king in the heart of a re
public not yet cemented
neither prison nor exile can give aim a
harmless existence. It is with regret I
pronounce the fatal truth. Louis must
firish because our country must live.
vote for death."
The mind of this man had passed
through many phases since he resigned
his office at Arras on a similar question.
His was a sluggish -mind its qualities de
veloped slowly, and each quality required
a separate stimulant to become active. He
felt but little of ambition then, for he be
held no greater object within his reach ;
and remember, he possessed no darinc. no
talent for the impracticable ; but little of
envy, for his associations were mediocre.
Egotism must have always been promi
nent, but it was the egotism of ideas, the
worship of an ideal standard of lofty prin
ciples which he had created within, the
worship of Belf in the abstract. But now,
in the year 1891, the supreme greatness
was within his grasp ; he might become
the founder of the republic of his dreams,
establish the idolized principles of his
Rousseau, be the creator of a new order of
things, the.great philanthropist of all ages.
He had been brought into collision with
every phase of greatness greatness of
; S)ul, of intellect, and of station ; conscious
inferiority humiliated him, and in such a
' mind envy grew in proportion to humilia-
f tion. ' ' n-i -,
-' - The growth of egotism was a natural
soquence to that of the .other passions.
Although still believer- in the principle
of tho abolition of capital: punishment
for this strange being never forsook a prin
ciple once formed that principle was
dwarfed into insignificance beside the
mightier ones that now burned within his
mind, filling him with a wild fanaticism,
fixing his eye afar -oflf upon the future;
bri ding hinrto the present, fiurrylng him
on with the restless fury ot a demoniac.
Sweep away King, sweep away Queen,
nobles, every enemy, every rival of Maxi
milian Robespierre! Let every stone of
Paris stream with blood ; pile up corpses
until they crimson the face -ot heaven;
declimate the world, so that the great Ego
may triumph. Then for the millennium,
the reign of peace, equality, liberty, Srw
ternity, eternal love and good-fellowship
no more hunger, no more crime, no more
blood-spilling! " ;
But this gigantic programme grew in
his mind only by degrees. .- The cowardice
of his nature would have shrunk appalled,
even on the very eve of its realization, at
the vision of the Reign of Tenor. With
the short-sightedness of all great criminals,
he thought he could stay his hand at any
moment. . The King removed, the nobles
swept away, and the bloody work was
done. How small a sacrifice for so grand
an end!. But it was the old fable of the
Hydra, in this case multiplied a hundred
fold; for, for every head cut oft, two
sprang op in its place, which doubled and
quadrupled until the victims had to be
condemned in batches of fifty and sixty at
a time, until canals of blood ran through
the streets until he was heard to cry in
his solitude, "Nothing but blood how
much more when will it end ?" .
But it was not the cry of humanity of
that he possessed not a particle ; human
suffering touched him not at Ul to that
be was utterly callous. Amid all the
frightful butchery he lived through, he
never once raised his voice to save one
, human life. There is an anecdote told of
him which will better exemplify his nature
than D&ges of -description.
A friend with whom he was most inti
mate, and who was sincerely attached to
him, begged him to save the life of a cer
tain prisoner who was ordered for execu
tion. "At what hour is be to suffer,"
asked Robespierre. " At eight," was the
reply. "I would most willingly oblige
you, but I never rise till nine. It is im
possible," answered the despot. The man
was marble. Tempie Bar.
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2 1871.
THE THREE FRIENDS OF VAUX
VILAINE.
Is the month of July of this last fateful
year, there did not exist a more tranquil,
sunny spot in all r ranee tnan the little
village of Vaux Vilaine. Very rural and
primitive it was, and the echoes from the
great tumultuous world without came few
and taint among the green helds aud pur
ple vineyards, where the birds so merrily
and the summer winds siglud so softly
through the rustling trees.
It possessed several substantial larm
houses among its humbler cottages, and
pretty little church, served by an old cure,
who, in his broad hat and black toulane.
walked, breviary in hand, from house to
house, aud was: a veritable ftther and
friend to every man, woman and child in
the place. The population- was entirely
agricultural, and the magnates ot tne vu
lag were a few thriving farmers, who
sent. their sons to the cure for a few hours'
daily teaching, which gave them some in
tellectual advantages above the rest of the
Xjeunesa of Vaux Vilaine. m
Amongst these farmers' sons were three
young men about the same age, who were
for some years under the good priest's
tuition, and who had at the period of their
boyhood contracted a friendship for each
other which they had preserved intact
through the years that had intervened
since then. . '
Sundav. the 10th of July, 1870, was a
glorious summer day, but intensely hot
and when the benediction service, at which
the cure generally gave his people a little
address, was finally over that evening, these
three young men; Martel jjepellelier, Jules
Desmarets, and Evariste RosseL sauntered
away to a large tree which stood in a re
tired part of the churchyard, and threw
themselves down under its spreading
branches to . enjoy the softy evening air,
while they conversed together in tree and
hanDV confidence, t
ow, their talk was1 of the future ; it is
not ollen of anything else with most or us
in those Jiopeful days of youth, when the
unknown lite is lull ot golden possibilities,
and no shadow from failure or jfiifappoiiit-
mcnt has dimmed the sunshine which ex
pectant fancy sheds on all that is to come.
" How gloomy the bon pert was in his
sermon to-night!" said Martel, a stalwart
youth, with blue eyes and curling fair
hair, and a bright, frank expression ol lace ;
" ne could talk ot nothing out the uncer
tainty of life,. and the necessity of prepar
ing ourselves for all sorts of possible trials
aud troubles. Ma foi! I see no uncer
tainty in it, and I do not anticipate any
trials. My fate is settled for me, and I am
very well contented with it.
''I should think so, indeed 1" said Jules,
who was tall and slender, with keen dark
eyes, and a look of great intelligence and
vivacity. "Who would wish anything
better than to have that genlilie Vevette for
fiancee, and the prettiest farm m Vaux
Vilaine lor your home and possession;
your lather gives his home up to you when
you marry, does he not?"
"Yes, he means to retire to my grand
father's old house, and leave me to manage
the farm, and you shall see what success I
mean to have. I have some famous pirns,
which will astonish all our old farmers not
a little, I expect"
"And your wedding is to be on All
Saints' Day, is it not?"
" Yes, on the 1st of November, without
fail. I wanted it sooner, but Vevette's
mother declared she could- not possibly.
before that date, get ready the fine store of
linen she means to leave us tor our new
menage."
" In the meantime you see Vevette every
day, so yon are not much to be pitied,
man ami.
No, indeed, nor you either, for the
matter of that, Monsieur Jules. I suppose
you will be off to your uncle as soon as my
marriage is over."
"That I shall! Paris! Paris!' ex
claimed Jules, starting up, and taking a
flying leap over the nearest grave, as an
outlet to the excitement which the very
name of the gay capital woke in him. "I
Fromised to dance at your note, Martel, so
will wait for that, but I do not stay here
a day after it My uncle said I might
come in November, and he will have the
honor of receiving me on the 2d of that
month"
" Is it true that he means to make you
his heir?"
" So he hints, and he is rich. Ah ! de
lightfully rich ; he is a horse dealer, you
know, and he gets guineas- without num
ber from the Milors Anglrir, who came to
Paris for their amusement I shall have
horses to ride whenever I' please, that is
the glorious part of it " I am to take them
out for exercise, and I shall take good care
they have enough of that, I promise you,"
and Jules looked at his friend with a
roguish smile.
"It is a pleasant prospect, I must say,"
replied Martel. " Well, the cure had sure
ly no need to talk to us ol the trials and
miseries of life unless you have reason
to anticipate them, Evariste," he added,
turning to the third young man, who had
not yet spoken.
Evariste was smaller and more delicate
ly made than either of his companions,
and had very refined features and soft
hazle eyes, Which were shaded with a cer
tain pensiveness that hardly amounted to
melancholy; as he turned to Martel a pe
culiarly sweet smile lit up his face.
" No," he answered, " I have no fears,
nor any special plans formed for life ; but
have day-drcauis," he added, in a lower
tone. :
" Ah !" let us hear them then," exclaimed
Jules. . You are somewhat poetic, Evariste,
mm ami, and perhaps you mean to go
about the" country lika 4 troubadour, win
ning the hearts of all the fair ladies with
your sweet songs." . . i
Evariste houk his head, smiling, but
did not answer.
" Come, tell ns what your ambition is,"
said Mattel; "lam sure you have some
some f'cheme." .
" You will mock yourselves of me if I
do tell you," said Evariste, while a faint
tinge of color spread itself over .his face.
l"No! no !" they both, exclaimed, " why
should we ?" -
You know you are far more learned
than either of us," said Jules ; " we never
studied as you did in the old days when
the cure labored so hard to hammer a little
knowledge into our brains. I dare say
you have flown far over our heads in your
dreams. Come! give us the benefit of them."
"Well," said Evariste, somewhat reluc
tantly, " I only want . to do something for
my lellow-creaturcs before I leave the
world. I do not want to live just to amuse
myself, and then die to be forgotten. I
should Eke to follow the example of the
heroes of old who died for their country;
or, better still, of the martyrs who died
for Christ" And his face became flushed
with a glow of enthusiasm.
" Tien J that is an idea which would not
have come to me," said Jules. "I prefer
to live."
" Well, I should not object to die a glo
rious death," slid Martel, " but I must first
live a long, happy life with Vevette, irien
entendu. It would be pleasant enough to
know that one's name would be honored
by posterity ; but let me take my pleasure
cut of existence first"
" But, Martel," said Evariste, " it is not
in old agefor the most part, that we make
a sacrifice. Lile" has come to an end by
that time anyhow."
"Sacrifice! old age I death!" exclaimed
Jules ; " why, Evariste, you are worse than
the cure, with your gloomy ideas ; but hap
pily they are only ideas after all. With all
those fine sentiments, man ami, I think I
know pretty well what will be your fate
yon will be a bon pert defamille, like your
lather before you. Do you think I did no
observe Leonie Michon's pretty blue eye
glancing your way all through benediction
tbis evening? And you love her, Jbvariste.
1 on need not aenv it
" I do not wish to deny it," he answered
quietly. " I do love her better than my
life. Still I think I could give up love,
with life, if I were chosen by Heaven to
be a hero or a martyr."
" But if you are not so- chosen, which
does not seem likely in these commonplace
time, you will marry Leonie and roek the
Daoy s cradle in due course, win you not 1
said Jules, looking at him laughingly.
I dare say I shall," he answered, with a
bright smile, " and be thankful enough
that I was allowed to be happy in life, in
stead of glorious in death."
-.." So I we are all three provided for, in
spite of the cure," said Jlartel, " el pat mal.
1 must sity ; and alter a little more con-
venation on indifferent subjects, the three
friends separated, and walked away to
their diilerent homes.
A few more days during which the
birds still sung among the sunlit trees, a:
the grapes ripened on the vine, and the
inhabitants of Vaux Vilaine went to and
fro an . happy security, and talked - of the
prospects ot the harvest as the most 1m
porlant subject in the world and then
the pastoral quiet 01 even that most peace
ful home was awtuiiy broken vj the stun
ning thunders of the great -war news,
which all knew to be, in truth, the death
knell of thousands upon thousands of the
bravest hearts in f ranco.
Was there a spot in all that fair and
pleasant country, however secluded and
remote, to which the dreadful tidings
failed to bring anguish "and terror, even
before a shot had been nred or a single
life sacrificed ? Surely not one ; and Vaux
Vilaine was no exception, though, for the
nrst two months, the tide of war rolled
lar away from its green helds and tranquil
homes. But there was scarce a- family
who had not a relation with the -army;
andtday alter day brought tidings which
told of beloved faces that would be seen
no more of national disaster, and heroic
self-devotion that courted death, but failed
to retrieve the terrible disgrace.
J ules, Martel and Evariste had each a
brother in the army; but they themselves,
tor various lamiiy reasons, had as yet been
held exempt greatly to their indignation
and annoyance ; for even the special ties
which bound Martel and Evariste to the
homes that held Vevette and Leonie did
not prevent them feeling quite as strongly
as Jules did the burning desire to throw
their young lives into the balance, and
help to turn the scale In tavor ot their
beautiful and unfortunate France, in
whose, ultimate success and glory they
could Tiot cease to believe, in the face of
the worst reverses. - - - - -
StilL though there was lamentation and
disquiet m Vaux Vilaine, and many a sig
nificant notice on the church door asking
the faithful, of their charity, to pray for
the soul of some brave soldier lying in his
last cold sleep on the Mooa-urenchecl sail
of Woerth or Weissenburg, yet the ordin
ary life ot the villagers went on much as
usual ; no one prevented them from con
tinuing their accustomed employments;
the harvest and vintage were gathered in
with only a little additional toil, because
the numbers of the men who remained to
accomplish, that pleasant task were so
much lewer than they had ever been be
fore. And the domestic events in the
various families proceeded as they had
ever done ; children . were christened.
young maidens given in marriage, and old
men peacefully buried, whose last sigh
had been tor their dear and lair r ranee, so
sorely worsted in the gigantic conflict
Amongst other plans which had under
gone no alteration, the marriage of Martel
was still to take place on the day originally
fixed ; but he and Vevette were not alone
in their happiness now. Evariste and
Leonie were to unite on the same day;
and Jules often declared that of the three
he was the only victim of the war, and it
was, to say the least, very doubtful whether
he would be able to join his uncle in the
besieged capital at the time he proposed;
though, with the irrepressible buoyancy
and confidence of a Frenchman, he de
clared that Trochu and his brave soldiers
would have broken through the Piussian
iines, and utterly routed the enemy, long
before November came.
After the investment of Paris had taken
place, however, -the surging waves of the
great combat that was flooding France be
gan to draw nearer and nearer to V aux
Vilaine.
Prussian troops hastening down to loin
the besieging army, constantly passed
quite close to the village. Occasionally
lome ot the nondescript stragglers who
followed in the rear would make a raid
upon the little shops in the mam street
and carry off all they could lay their hands
upon-..This exasperated the- peasants,
already furious at the national disgrace ;
and the cure in vain preached patience,
and impressed on his -people that the for
giveness of injuries was the; noblest of
Christian virtues. 1 here were not a few
turbulent spirits who declared that if they
could get the chance, they wonld have
their revenge on these " mavdilt - Pru
tient," and knock the life out of some of
them, at least These threats gave- great
anxiety to the wiser and more experienced
inhabitants ; lor rumors had reached the
village of the terrible reprisals'.exacted by
the Prussians for every attempt at defense
en . the part of the peasantry. t;j, -
At length one evening, wheii the autumn
days were growing dark and cold, an un
usually large number of Prussian troops
marched past the village, and bivouacked
for the night within a quarter of a mile
from Vaux Villaine. They had never
been so near before, and. scarcely was their
presence known, when a Prussian Colonel,
with a Email escort rode hauglituv up to
the house of Lepelletier, 'Martel's- father,
who acted as Mayor, and made a requisi
tion of food and wine for his men, which
could only be obeyed at the cost of im
poverish ng the whole inhabitants of the
village for some months to come. "
itemonstrances and entreaties were all
in vain, and every family sullenly yielded
up of their best, till the exhorbitant de
mand was satisfied, and then the Germans
rode away, followed by the curses of every
man in the place. There were some, how
ever, who were not content with maledic
tions, and muttered ominous threats,
which caused Lepelletier, as the chief
personage in the place, to make an earnest
harangue to the assembled people, in
which he implored them not, by any rash
act, to bring down upon their unprotected
village the wrath of the whole vast host
who lay encamped so near them. He
could see that some of the younger men
listened to him witn 111-supprcssed im
patience ; but he could do no more, and
cilling to his son, who was standing near
with Jules and Evariste, he made them
all three enter his house with him, lest
they should be led away bt any of the ill-
advised proposals which were circulating
amongst the crowd.
Several of the principal inhabitants of
Vaux Vilaine, both men and women, fol
lowed Lepelletier into his sitting-room
and remained in sorrowful conversation
for some time over tho disasters of their
unhappy country and their own present
wrongs. Among Wiem were Vevette and
Leonie, with their parents ; and their
presence tended greatly to reconcile Martel
and Evariste to the inaction to which they
were doomed, even with the hated enemy
lying so near to them.- -
Jules, meanwhile, who was naturally
eloquent was talking eagerly with Lepel
letier and some of the gray heads of the
village on the remedies which, in his inex
perience and self-confidence, he thought
might rectify the dreadful state of matters
in France.
Suddenly, as they were all thus engaged.
and the conversation wat waxing more
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and more excited, there came a sound,
clear aud ringing, though distant, which
caused the voices of the speakers to cease
as suddenly as if a thunderbolt had fallen
amongst them. It was a shot coming
from the direction in which the Prussians
lay, and followed in quick succession by
one or two more, as if from the discharge
of a revolver. There was consternation
on every face as tho sound died away, and
for a few minutes no one spoke ; and then
one of the women hazarded, in a trem
bling voice, the remark, that- perhaps ono
of the "maudit Pnintient" had killed
some of their people ; and while the other
women cried out in horror at the idea,
Lepelletier shook his head and answered
gloomily; ' ":
" If only it be nothing worse than what
you fear. But I doubt there is that in the
sound we have heard which may cause
our whole village to be burnt over our
heads., fctop I ' he exclaimed, as jutes ano
one or two others sprang to the door with
the intention of ascertaining what had
happened " Stay where you are, one and
all I charge, you. Let not a man from
Vaux Vilaine be seen near the spot where
that shot wa fired, if you would have any
01 us letl alive by this time to-morrow I
Suppressed shrieks from the women fol
lowed these words as the young men
drew back from the door. Vevette threw
herself into Martel's arms, and Leonie
lifted up her blue eyes swimming in tears
to- Evariste, and became suddenly awed
and tranquilized by the peculiar expres
sion of his face; his soft blue eyes, wide
open, appeared to be looking far away into
scenes uupcreeived by others, and his lips
were parted with a calm, sweet smile,
which seemed full of hidden meaning. All
agitation, she felt was misplaced in pres
ence of such a look as Evariste wore, yet
Leonie trembled with some dark, myste
rious lorboding, even as she gazed, and
wished with all her heart that he would
look less beautiful and noble, and more
like the joyous, b'ght-hearted fianeee with
whom she hoped to pass all the years of
her earthly lite.
r or an hour or so the persons assembled
at Farmer Lepelletier's remained talking
together, the women in tears, the men
sullen and disquieted ; and then in groups
of two or three they crept away silently to
their homes.
Before the day broke over Vaux Vilaine
next morning it was known throughout
the village none could have told how
that the Prussian Colonel had been shot
dead by an unseen foe as he rode round
the outposts the evening before, and it was
whispered cautiously that two of the hot
test spirits among the young men of Vaux
Vilaine were missing from .their homes.
r rom the moment this was Known, but
one thought filled the anxious minds of
every inhabitant of that once happy vil
lage what vengeance in blood" or fire
would the Prussians require for this ill-advised
and cruel deed? They were not
long left in suspense. '
A Deautiiui sunrise it was which
brought the light of day to Vaux Vilaine
on that fair autumn morning. The heavy
dews which had fallen the night before
glistened like scattered gems in the early
sunshine, and the air was sweet witfi the
breath of flowers, yielding up their per
fume to the 8'ift, warm breeze. The bleat
ing sheep and cattle, lowing in the fields.
seemed to call the people to their usual
peaceful occupations, and the little church
bell, with its silvery tone, gave notice that
the cure meant to celebrate an early mass
on behalf of their dear patrir, so sadly in
need of aid from heaven. All things were
they had been many and many a morn
ing betore, when the people ot vaux Vil
aine rose to carry on the gentle, peaceful
life, which made so sweet an existence for
them, and nature still was doing her part
in beautv and beneficence. The skies
failed not to shed on all their brightest
pmile, but there were human passions at
war upon earth ; and, truly, the records of
this tremendous strugglo might well lead
one to believe, that if all the demons of
were let loose, they could hardly have
made a more terrible havoc in God's fair
world. -
While yet the peaceful church-bell rang.
and the sunbeams streaming through the
lattice windows 01 the cottages woke the
children in their cradles, there was heard
coming, ever nearer and nearer, the heavy
tramp of a large body of mounted Uhlans,
galloping down upon the village. In a
moment more they were swarming, a
fierce and merciless crowd, in the main
street, and in every lane and alley in the
place. A certain number were told off,
who dismounted, and, entering into all the
houses from end to end of the village.
they dragged out every man they could
find, and drove them in a mass into the
church, where a very different scene was
be enacted from the quiet holy service
the good cure had intended to hold.
1 he women, who would have followed
their husbands and brothers, were driven
back with blows and curses by the Uhlans,
and the church doors were shut upon the
whole male inhabitants of the village.
What could be done to them there. The
poor women shrieked and wept, as they
asked themselves that question.
.Leonie and v evette, muted by the an
guish of their common suspense and
terror, crept hand in hand, nearer to the
church than any of the others dared to go,
and hid themselves behind the very tree
beneath whose branches the three young
men had held their conversation on that
bright, peaceful evening, before the shadow
war had cast its gloom upon the earth,
and when they were looking forward so
gaily to the fulfilment of their various
plans of happiness.
meanwhile, a strange scene was taking
place in the church. The cure, already
robed for mass, was thrust rudelv aside bv
the Uhlans, and knelt down in a corner.
praying fervently, while the commanding
officer of the troop of avengers went and
stood on the steps of the altar. There, In
loud ringing voice which was heard over
the whole church, he announced the
tribute of blood which the clemency, as he
expressed it, of his superiors would alone
exact for the murder of the Colonel. They
would not bum down the village, as would
have been but just, nor would they put
the inhabitants to the sword, richly as
they deserved it, but they would be satit
fied with the lives of three men out of
those now assembled in the church, who
must be executed instantly before the
troops resumed their conquering march
through France not an hour's delay could
accorded. The offlcer added that the
choice of victims might be made by lot,
amongst themselves, but it must be done
then and there, without loss of time. As
concluded, he held up bU watch before
them.
In ten minutes," he said. M your choice
must be made ; if you delay loneer than
that, I choose for myself, and I shall take
the nrst three on whom 1 happen to lay
my hands, and have them shot at once."
It was but too plain that there was no
appeal, and that it would only be wasting
me precious moments to attempt it.
Lepelletier, with some of the elder men,
began in silence, and with trembling hands,
prepare the lots with the fatal numbers,
which should be drawn by the men on
whom the doom of death should fall-
But suddenly, there was a movement in
the crowd, and a young man came forward
with a light, active step, and, laying his
hand on Lepelletier's arm, to prevent his
continuing his dreadful task, he made a
sign that he wished to speak. There was
silence over the whole church in an in
stant, and all eyes were turned on Evariste
RosseL Familiar as his features were to
most of them, they looked on him now as
though they had never seen him before,
completely was his thoughtful face
transfigured by the pure heroic resolution
that shone in his soft eyes and thrilled his
clear' young voice! with the utmost simpli
city, voids death-ladeo to himsou.
6 Mtiamiiin h said, and everv fndivid-
nal in that sad assembly heard him dis-
tlnctleV'if we cast lots for the victims of
the enemy, it mav be that the doom will
fall on fathers of families who would leave
Widows and orohans to mourn them, not
only in sorrow but in poverty and destltuj
tion. it is not well, thereiore, that - such
as they should be taken from the homes
tney support and protect, while mere are
others who have not, as yet at least, formed
tics so close and binding. Of these I am
Qlte my mother has other sons my fiancee
will And many a worthier man to seek her
love, and I offer - myself fnely to die, that
the husbands and lathers may be spared, 1
am sure that there are others, situated as
I am, who will no less willingly give their
lives to make up the number.
Evariste carefully avoided looking at
j ales and Martel as he spose, lor he would
not seem to summon them, but they needed
no other c ill save his bright example. In
stantly they started forward and ranged
themselves by his side.
"W, too, give ourselves freely to the
death," they exclaimed, "the number is
complete."
Lepelletier had been on the point of re
monstrating with Evariste, because he
could not bear the thought of that young
life quenched in blood ; but when he saw
that Mattel, his own son, was amongst the
offered victims, the words died on his lips.
and he turned his face to the wall, groan
ing in unspeakable anguish. He felt,
Brutus like, he could not ask that a father
of a family should die to spare his own
unwedded son. No time was given him,
however, to struggle with his heart The
Prussian officer held up his watch, ex
claiming that the ten minutes were expired
he must have three men instantly for
execution. . . -
"We are here, we are ready," said the
three friends, coming forward with firm
step and dauntless look.
" One moment onlv." exclaimed Evar
iste. and taking his two companions by
the hand, he drew them down on their
knees before the cure, saying, "Father,
absolve us, bless us in this supreme mo
ment!
The good old man, appalled and bewil
dered, turned toward them hi3 eyes stream
ing with tears. He seemed too much over
whelmed to know almost what he was do
ing, but, upheld by the habits of priestly
functions, he murmured the form of abso
lution, made the sign of the cross, and
blessed them in the three low name ot
Him before whom they were about to ap
pear.
Thev thanked him. adding. Adieu.
man pare," and rose from their knees. In
stantly the I blans surrounded them,
bound their hands' and hurried them to
the door. One moment those gathered in
ttte church saw their shadows darken the
threshold as they passed out into the daz
zling sunshine, and the next instant tney
were gone, to be seen of man no more for
ever ! Then, with a simultaneous impulse,
the whole assembly fell upon their knees,
and as the cure, turning to the altar, in
toned the JDe profundi, the wailing voices
joined in the funeral chant with one deep,
heart-wrung cry, that rose in mourmui
appeal to the listening heaven.
Meanwhile, across the sunlit church
yard, the doomed men were, hurried by
their executioners ; but their terrible march
had a momentary interruption. Sudden
ly, from beneath the spreading branches
cf the tree which the victims knew so
well, the graceful figure of a young girl
bounded forth, as if her feet were winged.
and Tannin flinerns' herself on, the breast
of her fianeee, exclaimed in 4 tone of
horror, "JCeamte, que, ea-t-on, ora ae
toir
"Adieu, man anger was his only an
swer; but the instinct of her woman's
heart told her the dreadful truth. She
flung up her hands with a bitter cry, and,
as his bound arms could not hold her, she
sunk at his feet as if she had herself al
ready sustained the death-blow he was
about to meet Vevette, who had followed
her, was clinging to Martel, uttering shriek
on shriek. :
" Remove these women, exclaimed the
commanding offlcer, with angry impa
tience, and the soldiers instantly tore
Vevette from Martel's arms, while others
lifted up the senseless form of Leonie, and
both were roughly flung aside upon the
churchyard grass, and the captives hur
ried on without another moment's delay.
Then indeed did the bitterness of death
pass into the hearts of Martel and Evar
iste, while Jules, turning to them with a
pathetic smile, said softly :
" I may well be thankful that I have no
faneee!'
Yes, truly, that hour had come to them,
as come it will to all of us, when those are
happiest who have fewest earthly bless
ings, and whose best treasures are gar
nered in that realm where all that has
been brave and sweet and good, like the
self-devotion of those three young men,
will have a place throughout the eternal
ages, among the imperishable things of
God.
There was an open field just below the
churchyard wall, which had been the
favorite playground of Evariste and his
companions through their happy boyhood.
There were they taken by the soldiers,
aud placed with their eyes bandaged, fac
ing the sun they were never more to see
again.
A few moments more, and through the
wail of the Dt profundi, rising and fall
ing amid the sobs of men grown weak as
women in their anguish of pity, there went
the sharp ringing report of the volley
which told that the sacrifice was consum
mated, and that if the brief earthly life
of the noble young men was over on the
roll of the glorious army of martyrs their
names would live forevermore. -
The story we have told is no fiction. It
is but a few weeks since the village of
Vaux Vilaine witnessed the execution of
three friends who, lest the lot should fall
on the fathers of families, volunteered to
satisfy the blood-claim of the Prussians
for the death of their ColoneL We have
given this little record of their fate, not
to harrow the feelings of our readers by
the recital of a tragedy, but to afford them
another instance of that glorious springing
of good out of evil, which has been the
deathless consolation of the human race
since man first woke to the mystery of
suffering. - .. - ,
Amid the horror and anguish, and ach
ing helpless compassion with which this
dreadful war : has filled the :World, such
deeds rise up full of sweetness and re
freshment, like the fragrance of flowers
which only givo' forth their richest per
fume when they have been crushed and
beaten down under the foot of the destroy:
er. Temple Bar. ......
Green Color, rs Pickles. It is said
that to impart an excellent green color to
pickles they must first be covered with
boiling hot saltwater, and after a short
time the water poured off and the pickles
drained They are then to be put in an
earthen pot and covered with boiling vine
gar, the top put on, and the whole kept at
a warm temperature for a long time, the
viDegar being poured off every day; heated
to boiling, and then turned again upon the
pickles. This to be continued until the
color is a beautiful green. The vinegar
used in this process is then to be poured
off and be replaced by fresh, and the jar
closed tightly. This method of coloring
is perfectly harmless, although the result
is as bright a green as verdigris.
Said a pompous husband, whose wife
had stolen up behind him and given him a
kiss, " Madam, I consider such an act in
decorous!" "Excuse me," said the wife,
" I didn't know it was you."
Two Weddings.
. A little flush of pride passed over our
sou is wnen tne Dig, square envelope came
td hand, with its elegant inclosures, show
ing that bur old and prosperous acquaint
ance had weighed us in the social balance.
and not found us wanting. Let us haste
to the wedding! we said to Theodogla
on the eventful day ; and being divided
like sheep from the vulgar goats who
swarmed and stared upon the sidewalk,
we passed up stately, between star-blazoned
policemen, under the bright canopy, into
the great packed, rustling, whispering,
gaudy church a very seventh heaven of
fashion, with sweet-scented welcoming
cherubs in kid gloves and swallow-tails.
O Deary ! We can't begin to tell how
fine it was ; how beautiful the bride looked
in her pearls and diamonds and long train,
and vail reaching to the ground, and the
three blushing brides-maids ! We can't
begin to describe the gorgeous floral hang
ings, the wealth of bouquets, wreaths,
emblems, spires, sprays, and what not;
and the ceremony, so impressive; with
everything, indeed, so eouleur de tom and
appropriate and touching, everybody
standing, all of a tremor, on tip-toe, to
eaten a glimpse ot the nappy coupie as
they step briskly down the aisle the or
gan roaring and raging, and squawking and
squealing, and ffhistling and cooing, like
a well-assorted happy family of wild beasts.
And if the scene at the sanctuary is in
describable, what can be said of the re
ception at the house I For were there not
nineteen hundred invitations out and were
there not present the Pickanninies and
the Garullys, yes, and the Grand Panjan
drum himself, with the little round button
at the top? And was not Mrs. A.'s ele
gant "point" actually torn from her back
by the crowd; and was not the table
a marvel of costliness and delicacy,
and all mysterious daintinesses? Then
to sec us all march around in procession,
to view the cor we mean to congratulate
the bride, and the man who had won her ;
then to behold us pushed and jerked and
squeezed out into the hall, and up the wide
stairway, and into the room where the
presents were arrayed on green shelves,
and two detectives stood on guard. And
such presents such beautiful, dazzling,
unheard-of things it was enough to make
one dizzy.
And what if the bride did look dolefully
fagged as she stood there, in her glory, un
der the bridal bell, snd what it Miss B.
went away sour and severe because
Miss C, the vain thing, had worn great
deal more expensive lace than that Miss
R hurl nrriered months 8gO for this VCIT
affair; and what if the flowers had wire
stems ; and what if there were more ice
pitchers and cuckoo clocks on the green
shelves than any young couple could find
use for; and what if a great many people
wpva vprv mftd hecftu.se theV Wfirri not in
vited, and a great many other people", who
were invited, spent good deal more
money than they could afford in new
dresses and supererogatory presents ; what
if the bride's father turned pale, next day,
when he footed upthe-cost of the happy
occasion ; and what if (although the deeper
meaning and the human grace could not
be altogether furbelowed from sight) it did
seem so much like a hollow show and a
mournful mockery of sacred things was
it not a grand affair a nine-days won
derand did not the 1'ovui TiHtiator
(which, if you were at the wedding, you
bought on the sly to see if your name was
mentioned) pronounce it with conscien
tious discrimination, " tht event of the sea
son," "McFlimsey Place having seldom
beheld its equal in all that goes to make
up a brilliant and imposing effect"
Yes, it was a grand wedding. We have
attended another one since a small affair ;
not to be mentioned on the same day with
the McFlimsey Place sensation, except to
show, by comparison, what a surprising
success was the former- A little way out
in the country rather a rural arrange
ment altogether; no style at all ; very few
there beside the family. Bless you ! the
bride and groom to be were both down at
the front door to welcome us when we got
in from the train ; and we had lots of fun
before her brother Bob came to the door
with a strained, moist brightness in his
eye and beckoned her to go up-stairs and
put on her bonnet no, it wasn't a bonnet
either, just a pretty little traveling hat,
trimmed with something or other, to
match the sweetest neatest most common-
sense Quaker-colored suit that ever you
saw. .
The little church was quite crowded
with th villagers: even the tiny, odd
choir loft was crowded to overflowing, and
somebody had built a flowery arbor, odor
ous of apple-blossoms, just In front of the
altar. There they were married ; and, as
they turned to go, a little girl, all dressed
in white, and carrying a passei, sprang up
like a fairy, no one knew whence, and flit
ted along the aisle, and down the stone
steps In front of them, sprikling flowers
in their path.
Then there was another lolly time at the
house, and after much kissing and a few
tears, a carriage drove away from the door,
followed in mid-air by an old shoe, flung
with a wilL And so out under the show
ery, sunshiny April sky
& Armas the hills thCT Went.
In that new world which Is the old."
Scribner's Monthly.
A Very Remarkable Balloon Ascension.
of the Titusville Eerold
had a rather unusual experience at a bal-.
loon ascension at Corry, of which he
writes:
I was sneclal renorter for the late bal
loon ascension here, and I therefore had
the best seat that could be afforded me for
the occasion. Our car was a small basket
1 ,kam luinir rnnm far mwlf and
the engineer inside, I simply tied a rope
arounu my no;& zuiu jiuk v
-;a.. a 11 tt,inra hpinir Tplv. thpv cnt the
oiu. au Mu o j , j - -
ropes and away we went, sky high, I had
1...uty1 nf Atransinniata. Second dav Ad-
T- T,(,llvr,n lvtvs 1 4 TTow'a that
tCUV, l y ill t UMA&WU, wwj "1
for high and even of men Dcing hung, but
I never neiorc eipeneimeu ov iuua
1C VT UXlUll ?
tion, when the machine stopped, and not
1 1 . , k. ...Til ft
having any sanu w
was necessary to throw over something as
near sand as possible, as nothing else
would cause us to rise higher. It was
nMrtDtniul tViot T wfta made of clav. and
orders were given to cut the rope. My
hair Siooa up ; 1 anew it nuuju k
uppV hut was afraid it might spoil my
boots when I landed.' However, the rope
was cut, my hair suii standing, wmeu iu
unately caught on the willow basket, and-
we went up to the moon.
" We now resalved to start home, as we
... r tka orcrtm sr tied the
ncic um vi o -
rope around my feet threw me over, and
. . . . - . i . , 1. TV. want
held tne rope-in me usikeu: nc "-"
down as fast as I wanted to. When al
most down I caught the end of a lightning
rod in mv mouth, swung my feet around,
and landed on a roof safely. I came near
jerking the old balloon to pieces, stopping
so quick. I shall not go up again."
A Trot. N. Y., young man has come to
grief. He told his intended that their
marriage wouia enauie uer w mum u uu
" jet," which was better than hers. Seiz
fa from the table.
she went for that young man, and the
. f . 1 1 . 1a Vail Vi il
youtn went ior uu uuui. no
arrested for assault, and the engagement
has been broken off.
"Evert person," says the author,
Southey, " has two immediate parents, four
ancestors in the second degree, eight in
th thirH and an the nedicTeB ascends.
doubling at every step, till in the twentieth
generation he nas no iewer tnan i,ioo,3jo
grandfathers and grandmothers.
Youths' Department.
HARRY'S DOG.
Harrt has a little dop
1 fcnch a ennntne tallow! - ' '.
With a very ha?py coat.
Streaked with, white and yellow.
nrry"s do? has polling eves, ,':'
And a nose si funny! J -
! Harry wouldn't pell his dog .- '.
lfor a mint of money.
BarryVi dog will never bark,
Never hile a stranger;
So be'd be of no account
Where there's any danger.
Urry has a little dog
Such a cunning fetlowf ' '
Bat his iox is uuiili of wootf,
- Painted white and yellow.
HARRY'S DOG.-The Nursery
MAKING UP.
BY VIRGINIA P. TOWNSEND.
Going by the house that morning, Syd
ney Powers looked up at the windows and
unconsciously dropped into a slower gait
for the boy did his walking as he did al
most everything else, " at a sort of double
quick." There the house stood, looking natural
as the face of an old friend that we like all
the better for its homeliness a large, com
fortable white house, mounted with some
what faded green blinds and a wide veran
dah, and a green lawn in front with a
sprinkling of fruit trees and shrubberies.
Sydney Powers listened too, as much
from old habit as anything else. lie al
most expected to see Joe Ripley's round,
cropped head at the window or in the
door, and hear his loud, hearty shout:
" Hallo, there, Syd ! Can't you hold Bp a
minute, until a fellow can get up with
you?" for Joseph Kipley was habitually
slower than Sydney, whether at books,
work or play ; but he was not lacking in
parts, for all that
But this morning there was no shout
nor rush of feet along the gravel-walk.
How strange, and silent, and almost sol
emn it seemed ! Perhaps Joe was there,
peeping behind the blinds. At that
thought Sydney straightened himself up
and trudged on. -
There had been a quarrel between these
two boys, who had been like brothers lrom
their infancy; it had been a miserable af
fair, springing out of just nothing at all,
as a great many grown people's quarrels
do, and take to themselves huge propor
tions. If people would only hearken to
those wise old words, " The beginning of
strife is as when one letteth out water I -:
The trouble commenced in some paltry
dispute about respective rights on the
play-ground, ri either or the hoys would
five up his side, and the dispute grew into
igb words, and then both suddenly flamed
into liercc and Ditter rage.
Such dreadful names as they called each
other each-striving after the coarsest and
hardest words until at last, by a natural
thpv" went from words to blows.
Each had given ti other a regular pound
ing. There was more than one black and
bine spot on Sydnev's limbs, and his bones
had a generally stiff feeling, and he was
certain that he had ueau as neavj uiowsas
he received ; but he didn't suppose that
Joe minded the stiff, bruised feeling any
more tAan he did.
But to think they should never be
friends any more ! It was like some ugly
dream that Joe and he had quarreled for
ever. Why, what jolly times they had
had as far back as Sydney could remem
ber! Somehow all his sports and pleasures
were in some way bound up with Joe.
Where had he ever had a " good time " or
any real fun without that boy was in for
a share of it How many times they had
gone nutting and fishing together lhow
they had coasted and skated and snow
balled throueh the winters! What frolics
they'd had climbing the trees and shaking
down the heaps of ripe fruit in the golden
autumns ! what glorious hours they'd had
in the woods in the long summer days
when they used to go out for berries aud
to hunt for last years nests ; what capital
sails on tho river; what scrapes tossing
the fresh-mown hay in the fields, and rid
ing on the.great piles to the barn; how
many lessons they'd learned ; how many
nights they'd slept together. Why, he
knew Joe by heart almost, just as he knew
his old Robinson Crusoe, for instance,
with its battered comers and dog-eared
pages.
And all this was over. He never knew
before what a gap it would make in his
life to slip Joe out of it And to think
they would never have any of the dear old
times together again Joe Ripley and he!
Hadn't they called each other liars?
hadn't they vowed never to speak to each
other again? It was all very foolish and
wicked Sydney was sure of that now
that he came to think over the whole
thing; but then boys must keep their
word, and he wasn't going to be the first
to come round and try to make up after
that talk and fight not he, his cheeks
tingling and his short, round, reddish
locks of hair seeming to bristle at the
thought
As for Joe, he'd answer - for him ! Joe
was a good fellow, with a heart as soft as
a girl's, if you got on the right side of it ;
but he was stubborn as a mule when his
will was up, and Sydney was morally cer
tain he'd make no concessions of any sort
in this case. So it was settled that his
and Joe's good days were over.
Why, what was that ? A sudden stric
ture of pain across his heart and some
thing wet on his eyelashes! The way that
boy dashed it off! He, Sydney Powers, '
almost twelve years old, just going to turn
girl and cry because that he and Joe Rip
ley had got mad and wouldn't speak to
each other! How the boys -would laugh
and shout " Cry baby !"
- While he was red to the roots of hrs
hair thinking of this, the boy caught sight
of a well-known figure coming up the
road a boy's figure, with an easy, loung
ing sort ft gait a straw hat and a blue
jacket He knew it all as well as he knew '
any one thing in the world.
Joe Ripley must have caught sight bt
Sydney at that very moment for he
Seemed suddenly to bristle all over. He
straightened up the half-shambling gait
was suddenly exchanged for a formality of
step and movement which, it was apparent
enough, was not at all natural, but just
assumed for the occasion, and sat rather
comically on the round figure and light
cropped head of the boy.
So the two went by silently, with averted
faces and lips compressed these boys who
had been playfellows from their infancy,
who had loved each other like brothers,
and who, now that the strong passion of
the moment had cleared away, saw all the
folly and wickedness of which they had
both been guilty. And yet neither had the
courage and the true manliness to confess
his share of the fault and say to the other,
" I've done wrong, and I'm sorry for it"
But each thought it was nobler and
braver to keep ' up the semblance
of anger after the feeling ' bad
passed, and each really believed in his
foolish little soul that he should sacrifice
his own rights and dignity by manfully
confessing his fault, and that somehow he
owed it to himself to still cherish a feel
ing and manner of bitterness and animos
ity. Foolish boys ! And yet dear children,
I have known plenty of men and women
no better or wiser than they.
Joe Ripley had an inveterate habit of
talking to himself, which had often af
forded a great deal of sport to the boys ;
but Joe's oddities had a marvelous tenaci
ty about them, which neither argument
nor ridicule could easily overcome.
One is so apt to see a quarrel in a dif
ferent light after sleeping over it Joe's
rose up in his memory in its true propor
tions now, and he saw clearly enough how
. foolish and wicked ft hai air' been! Joe II i
Shook hrs- head - solemnly thinking trail
i over " You were a great fooir yesterday,
-Joe Ripley he sal Brinting- -the weig
pu lomfanTemphatic uoSgh,,-'2-2rs;rsw
, Sy flney Powers. htaTd'thrtii.-)! v if(g
twinkled suddenly in the boy's eyes. Ho
knew -Joe's habit, and he knew, too, what
was going on in his thoughts at 'that mo- - '
ment I wonder if a good angt! did not
stand with hit ihitw wuig3-aod fchining t
face betwixt the boys just then ? Some
thing ontsidw f himsell eenred. ta toni- - r. .
Sydney Powers. Unight around- at thaw L
moment, and he Bhouted out "I say,
Joe, you weren't the - only fool yester
day r
Joseph .Ripley .turned around -in hi t ( , A
slow way, his mouth distended, iia big; - - -
light-blue eyes filled with a comical stare,
as he gradually took the whole thing in.
Bo the boys stood still a moment survey
ing each -others Gradually a red glow -came
up among'the freckles in Joe's faeet - -
" Did you hear what I said, Syd?" draw
ing a little neerer. ''- ; - " : t
-" Yes; and you heard what I sai. Joe,
so I think it's about event" and Sydney
drew closer. The ice was broken now. '
" Well, then, " said Joe, not without s
little internal struggle, but there was -something
warm and sound at the bottom
of him you see which got the -mastery
now " s pose we shake hands and make it
allup?" . .
."I think it's the most sensible thing wo '
can do, Joe, " answered Sydney heartily, .
and the two boys griped each other's hands 1 -
until both ached. If they had been girls .- '
I think they would have went farther and
kissed each other ; as it was, there were
tears in the eyes of both.
Then they both sat down under a tree
by the roadside in the pleasant summer
morning, and talked the whole thing over ; '
and between their talk the robin's song
went and came sweetly ; and Sydney tola
his friend all the pain and iiarfcripaa which
had been in his heart at the thought of
their final separation ; and Joe, on his part,
had a story to tell of much the same sort
When they rose up at last Sydney hit
his companion a sharp blow on the shoul
der: "Joe, old fellow, I say, that trick of
yours of talking to yourself out loud was
a lucky thing this morning. We shouldn't
have made up if it hadn't been forthat "
" Yes," answered Joe, in his honest, sol
emn way, " I've tried to break myself of
that a great many times, but some good haa
come out of it at last. "
Joe was right Children' ffjur.
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
A Loso Drtxk An hour glass.
A Lock Hard to Pick Lock-jaw.
A Pretender to the Ceows A chig- ;
non.
Short-Sighted A draft payable on '
demand.' " '- ; '
How to Get a-loho WkliI Have it
dug deep. - . -
Tradesxtct ollen get ueir living Dy ,
various weighs. - --' . ; . ,; .
A Teme not to Run When you are - ' '
sure you cannot be elected. . '.
Thb key to Darwin's theory which is -,
apeparent to all is Mon-key.
What word mav be pronounced quicker -
by adding two more letters to it '--Quick. -
Isscre your life in the Washington to
the amount your farm is mortgaged for, .- i
Bomk one curious in figures' has scer- - -
tained that the majority of conflagrations' ' -
originate in saloons. ' J'. ,.- .' "-' ,
It a miser dies of enlargement of the - .
heart, can.it be said he -died a natural ,
death? .: - - - - - - - "
Why should a spider be a good base-ban
player ? Because, naturally, it is an ex-' '
cellent fiytatektr, .'- v-
Thb Mutual Life, ot Chicago, is one of. .-
the safest and most successful companies in.
the country. ' ; - -
Somebody alludes to that f peculiarly
impressive tread which nothing but a re- " -turning
jury in.a murder trial has." '
HttjriS-grimageis over," aa the drug
gist's widow saliwhen she ordered an
epitaph for his tombston. - - - - - -5
It has been ascertained that out of fif
teen hundred salmon eggs, in the ordrnarjd
course of nature only one- produces a
mature salmon. If all the eggs laid were
to produce, salmon, the ocean in half a
century would be a moving mass of sal-
inon. '
A Monterey (Mass.) blacksmith has a .
hen which has laid and Latched s dozen . '
eggs on his forge, less than three feet from ',
the blazing fire. She was white when she
first took her station there, but the coal- .
dust and heat have changed her com- ? .
plexion materially. ; - . .. .
A cert Ars young gentleman, while rid
ing out with a lady a few days since, wag
suddenly reminded by her that he was on
the left side of the vehicle instead of the :;
rightasisusuaL The intelligent youth,
in order to correct his mistake, immediate- -ly
turned the horse and buggy completely
around and drove in the opposite direc
tion. Rather a good story is told of the -former
Miss Lane while she was the charm
ing mistress of the Executive Mansion.
A photographer, in New York, presented
her with an album, superbly bound, con
tain forty-two different views of Miss
Lane. Jones remarked, on seeing it one
day, that it was the most Miss-a-Laseous
book he had ever seen. .
Sacramento, Cal, has a horse be
fore which Dexter will have to bow in
humiliation, according to California ac
counts. It is claimed that the animal the
other day, after trotting half around the ...
mile track on the Sacramenta Park, made
the last half mile in 17; that keeping
right on, he trotted the third half on re
duced time, when he was again put to his
speed, and came under the wire for the
fourth half mile in 1 The horse is
said to be a St Clair, and though for
season in the butcher business, is now con
sidered good for 2 :15, or even a little less ? .
at a pinch. : '
Of the quaint sayings of Father Taylor, ,
many old and some new ones are finding
).pir wv into mint To a prayer meet
ing which had just been told that repent
ance was never too late, for a sinner blown
up in a powder mill could make his peace
with heavpa before he fell to the earth, . -:
Father Taylof fud, - uo not trust in suiai ,
a chance, h return; "
dying hour before you repent; perhaps
you never will bebiown np in a powder
milL" ... - - .
a tt- rnni;fc undertooK to . .
watch a spider one day, to ; how much
he could accomplish in the w7 of eating.
About daybreak he went to n?yr ;-t
spider with a fine fly for breakfast, but -
found the creature already feasting oi: n ,
earwig. The spider left the earwig, rolled
up the fly in his web, and then returned. 3
to his " first course," which occupied hunt
a connla of hours. After taking a nap he r- . ;
demolished the fly- Later in the mornings.
daddy-long-legs was supplied, which lasted ;
till noon. Then followed a blow-fly for '
relish. Scores of small green flies, termed - 3
midges, were caught in the web, which the
spider finally rolled up togeiner ami
web and all, with good, appetite. - : .
MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS. Not to be Beaton.
a xr,-nr TTtwiaTiTniEmftnandamanfronL
Ohio chanced to meet at a public dinner
in New York. The man from Ohio sug--t
in him nf the Granite State that it
KmU W . -
miht be advantageous to him to remove
to the west, eiecuMij uus jjiujjiw
follow the pursuit of a fanner. The Yan
Voo vmiIH not u it there was no State in
the Union equal to New Hampshire. - He
of the Buckeye Btate couiu noi agrev w
this. Ohio was inferior to New Hampshire
in no respect, while in many respects sno
was superior. The Yankee demanded to
know a superior feature. The Buckeye
commenced to enumerate ; but as fast as he
a oloima nf annerioritv. his
antagonist unhesitatingly swept them away -
by bold ana vigorous j""-. r"
contrary. At lengiu,
sources of argument had been exhausted,
the Buckeye confidently barred : -
You will at least allow that Ohio just
ly claims superiority oTerNew Hampshire -ii
point of the extent of the territory ?
"No sir i "promptly and emphatically
rinded the Yankee. "Your State
!2E2u5St because it is flat Look at the
mountains of New Hampshire! Goodness
mercy! Just roll 'em out flat and they d
i. - Annncrh trt mver tin the
whole of Ohio and fill up a big slice of
Lake Erie!"

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