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Poetry.
CALEB AND RUTH.
Vxcim Ciin and Ruth, hta wife.
Caring little for outeide weather.
Fifty years of their wedded life
Spent la this tiny honse together.
Mossy the roof and pray the wall.
Narrow the window, low the door;
Bnt love's own sunlight hallowed it all.
From raftered ceiling to sanded floor.
Bilent toauay: hot stiver tweet '
Voice of children long ago, .
Keeping time with their resllees feeL
Followed the mother to and fro.
Scattered afar from East to West,
Seeking their fortune far and wide;
No one stave in tbe olden nest.
Where each beautiful memories hide.
Caring nan eh t for the tbe desolate pain
Of the wind in the pine tree tops.
Caring naught for the grieving rain
That eo sadly over them drops.
Heeding as little the sunbeam's kiss,'
Falling aweet from the summer sky,
In a narrower noose than this
Caleb and Bath together lie .
Vp where the many mansions wait.
is were, i wonaer. a c
there, I wonder, a cottage small
too stately its pearly eate.
not too stately its pearly gate.
Not too shining its golden wall
Where these two may hi peace abide?
Heaven were none if tbese mast part
Caleb away from her gentle side,
Kuth alar from his faithful heart I
Hand in hand from morning to night
Traveled these two the long earth -day;
Sorely they walk through the fields of fight,
Band in hand on the shining way.
Miscellany.
A Ride with a Dead Man.
Things do occasionally happen
that are not caught up by the daily
now
press
to-day, although the reporter of modern
times is sappoeed to hunt out eTerything
and miss nothing of interest to any reader.
In Detroit, at least, fifteen or twenty years
ago, the case was different, and many inci-
oents ana adventures occurred among law
yers, doctors and officers of the law, which
never found their way into print The
other day, in conversation with a well-
known member of the Detroit bar, he
called tip a little adventure of his own
which has never been published and which
is wonny 01 it.
One day in January, 1855, the lawyer,
who asks that his name be published as
Blank, was called upon to go to the vil
lage of Farmineton and conduct the de-
- fence in a lawsuit of considerable impor
tance. Being in possession of a horse
and sleigh, he chose to go by his own con
veyance, and, as the weather was extreme
ly cold, took care to be well provided with
robes and blankets. Whether he won or
lost the suit, or how he spent the time up
to seven o'clock in the evening are matters
of no interest to the reader. The night
naving set in stiu colder than the day,
Blank was entreated-to remain in the vil
lage until the next day, but he would not
hear of such a plan, as an important mat
ter would claim his attention in the city
next day. So he bundled up, got a Jug of
not water tor his leet, and headed his
horse for home, calculating on a ride of not
more than three or tour hours. The wind
blew piercingly cold into the face of man
and beast, and Blank was soon half frozen
In spite of his coverings. He had pro
ceeded about one-third of the distance
home, the horse going at a sharp trot most
of the time, when he overtook a man
plodding at a slow pace and of
fered him a ride. The man had
on an old ragged overcoat, was otherwise
poorly dressed, and declared that he
was nearly frozen to death. Blank asked
his name, where he was going, and other
questions, but the stranger was just then
busy settling the coverings around him,
and did not reply; and further on his
silence was accounted for by the lawyer
on the ground that the man was deaf or
deeply engaged in thought. Soon after
picking up his passenger the lawyer felt
that he must do something or freeze to
death, and concluded to take a run behind
the cutter. He offered the lines to the
stranger, explaining that he was going to
git out, but, as he did -not accept them,
lank passed them over the fellow's head.
Baying to himself that he was expressing
out little gratitude for the ride so kindly
offered. Getting oat, the lawyer seized
the back of the sleigh and ran .until thor
oughly warmed up, and - then climbed in
beneath the robes again. Feeling much
better, ana being a man given, to sociabil
ity, Blank nudged his passenger sharply
and began to question him. The fellow
could not be drawn out by anything which
the lawyer advanced, and so he was left
to himself for a time. Perhaps it is even
now the habit of lawyers Jto take a
"pocket pistol" with them when they
. ride out, and it certainly was then. Blank
was thus provided for, and he concluded
that a pull at its contents would be good
for himself and the stranger. After drink
ing, he held it np before the man,s face,
and politely requested him to take a sip,
but this offer met with no response.
Drawing away the coverings from the
man's face, it was seen that he was wide
awake and looking full at the lawyer, and
when Blank held up the flash again, he
thought he saw the man shake his head.
Concluding that he had a temperance man
aboard, the lawyer returned the flask to
his pocket, and made no more advances of
the kind.
During the trial that day, one of the
witnesses had given utterance to seme ex
pressions which greatly pleased the law
yer, and he now related it in hopes to get
a word from the stranger. Blank went
all over the ground, laughed heartily at
the joke, and even gave the man a nudge
in the side without receiving a word or
a sign. Then, a sort of fear came over
him. He began to think that the stranger
was either a lunatic or else had designs
against his life. He had heard of men be
ing assassinated at their own firesides, in
their carriages and sleighs, and might not
this man who maintained such a mysteri
ous silence be there for the purpose of
securing a victim ? And the lawyer drew
further away, and scanned his man more
closely to see if one of his hands did not
grasp a pistol or a knife. The eyes of the
stranger looked full at him, the man sit- -ting
a little sideways on the seat, and they
seemed to the lawyer to flish vengeance.
The two entered the suburbs at last, and
getting down to Perkin's Hotel, Blank
asked the man where he should let him
out Receiving no answer, he drove
down to Woodward avenue, across, and
over to Ra idolph street, where he rf sided.
Stopping the horse at the door, the lawyer
got out,. and then informed the stranger
that the journey was ended. The - man
neither moved or spoke. Provoked at his ,
Senistent silence, the lawyer seized him
y the shoulder, gave him a shake, and I
exclaimed : " If you don't get out of my
sleigh, I will pull you out l'r
The man lurched heavily to one siJe and
then fell to the ground. The lawyer tore the
wrap open and found that he had been
riding with a corpse for the last two
hours. The stranger was stone dead,
every limb and muscle as stiff as an icicle.
At the inquest next day not a word or a
line could be found to establish the man's
identity. Men came out from Farmington,
but no one could say that he had ever seen
the stranger, and he was buried as a city
pauper. The only thing of any value at
all about the deal man was a curious
looking tobacco box, made of some foreign
wood, and the initials " G. C. N." inlaid
with silver on the cover. This was in
time handed to the lawyer, and is yet in
daily use to hold his fine cut. Detroit
Free Pre.
A person walking into the counting
room of the late Mr. C, a wealthy and
and shrewd merchant, inquired of the
clerk the rent of a store which his em
ployer wished to let The inquirer being
satisfied with the terms, said he would hire
the store ; but the clerk, knowing that he
had recently failed for a large amount,
declined closing the bargain until he saw
Mr. C. who was then absent from the city,
and desired the gentleman to call again.
Upon Mr. C.'s return the clerk informed
him of what had been related. "How
much did he fail for?" asked Mr. C.
"About 10,000," was the reply. "And
how much did he pay?" "Only 10 per
cent, sir." " Let hi in have the store, Sam,
let him have the store he's got money
enough."
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much tea as the United States.
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VOLUME I.
McCONNELLSVILLE, OHIO,
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1871.
DEPENDENT.
NUMBER 22.
PETER BLOCH.
PETER BLOCH. A KARTZ LEGEND.
Peter Bloce, the charcoal-burner; was
out ot sorts, lie couldn t work he
couldn't talk he couldn't even eat (the
last an occupation of which he was very
fond), when Katrina, his betrothed, came
with his noon day meal of strong beer and
still stronger cheese and sauerkraut, pre
pared by her own rosy ha mis.
Peter looked askance at Katrina at her
round, blooming, honest face, her short
plump ngure, and care feet, and for the
first time in his life thought her coarse.
And for the first time in his life, also, he
turned cp Lis nose at the- beer, and the
cheese, and the sauerkraut, and thought
them coarse. So katrina, with her dinner-
basket on her arm, went away sorrowful.
leaving Peter sitting idly on a log, apart,
from the ether workmen, smoking a short
black pipe and gating out sullenly upon
the gloomy forest, the smoking charcoal-
kilns, and the Lttle cottage, with its cabbage-garden
and pig-sty, to which he was
soon to Dnnz noma .hatrina. Very poor
and dispicable it now all appeared to him.
And yet oniV vesteroay tow proud he had
been of that cottage 1 And how he had
cultivated those cabbages, and fed those
gigs, until they were as round and tat as
atrina, nearly which was saying a great
deal for ti.era. -
The truth was. Peter Bloch was dying
of envy and discontent Only an hour
ago he had seen pass along the forest road
the young Count von Schwaltzschoffens
burgh, with a brilliant train of attendants,
on his way to take possession of the castle
01 me i.te iOUHk, ms uncie, anu to marry
the late Count's daughter, the present fair
and -peerless LaJy Hildegarde Adelberga
Kosaunden who with an equally impos
ing train had ridden forth to meet him,
nuu wiui uie umiui aiiu uie cuaieiaiiie o
either siue, had delivered to him the keys
of the castle.
All this had Peter Bloch seen : and from
that very moment envy and covetousness
I - J .1 ,1 1 .
iiuu puisoaeu uie wen-springs in ilia
heart hy should nature have made
his lot in life so different from that
of this young man? he asked him'
si. If. Why should he be a charcoal-burner.
and the oilier a nobleman Why should
he live in a hut and the Count in a castle ?
And the Lady mldegarde Adelberga Rosa-
linden was so fair slim and white, like a
lily whilst Katrina much more resem
bled a red cabbage, thought Peter, with a
sneer. And she a&a brought him beer
ana sauerkraut, whilst up at the castle
there was to be this very day a grand feast
with richest viands and rarest wines
the latter stolen from the Baron Stickin-
seide, in that kni'ht's absence ; and alno an
ox roasted whole. A fine fat ox Peter
knew it to be, since it was only to day that
had been taien trom his poor neighbor,
Hans Kapner, who had depended upon its
sale for winter clothing forms large family
little ones.
Ach P' sighed Peter Bloch ; " I would
that I were the Count von Schwaltz
schoffensburgh. Then might I be happy."
"Ethel ha ha! ho ho" tittered a voice
close beside him. And a hot breath, as
a charcoal-kiln, passed over Peter
Eloch's cheek.
He turned round and saw, leaning against
neighboring fir-tree, an extremely tall
and thin individual, clad in a tight-fitting
suit of black, with a remakably high
crowned hat on his head, a red cloak over
shoclders, and oddly-shaped shoes, half
hidden by enormous red rosettes. The
eyes of this personage were black as coals,
and twinkled with merriment, aa he
laughed with a mouth stretched from ear
ear.
Peter stared, and the stranger, having
apparently exhausted himsell with laugh
ter, bowed apologetically, and seated him
self on the log by his side.
" Excuse me, rutin Herr," he said " but
you as te! you were wishing to be
no Die Uount von bchwaltzschooens-
burgh?"
" What is that to you " said Peter, sul
lenly.
" Only that it may be la my power to
help you to your wish," answered the
stranger, suavely. And he put his hand
his mouth, with a sight cough, as if
repress an involuntary delighted " he
Peter looked incredulous.
" You do not believe me?" said the
strange man, his little eyes twinkling ma
liciously.
JVe.n," said reter, doggedly.
" Try Lie 1" said the man in black. " See
here! write your name at the bottom of
parchment, ana u you do not imme
diately become what you wish, then shall
throw me into your charcoal furnace
j burn me to a cinder.
" You agree to that?" quoth Peter.
" As I am an honorable soul who fears
fire," was the reply. " He. he! ha, ha!
hoi ho!"
So great was his merriment that it was
some moments ere he could recover him
sudciently to unroll the parchment
present to Peter a sharp-pointed iron
-mere is no ink!" saiarettr.
.
The can in black seized the pen,
without a word plunged the sham
point with a sudden quick motion, into
Peter Bloch's shin, left exposed
the roiiec up leathern breeches.
Oh, ohr screeched the charcoal-
burner, hopping around on one foot and
rubbing the wounded limb, which burnt
if seared by a hot iron.'
" It is nothing," responded the man in
black, with a grin. "Here, take the pen
cetore the bloou dries, and write your
same.
Peter obeyed ; not from any faith in the
stranger's promise, but simply from curi
osity. Ha could not write, so was about
make the usual cross-mark when the
stranger, with a startled yell, arrested his
hand.
" Not that ! he shrieked, glaring upon
affrighted Peter, .and trembling all
over. ".Not that but do as you see me
;" and he made a peculiar flourish of his
finger upon the parchment, which
Peter imitated as well as he cou'd, with
iron pen dripping with his own blood.
"He he he! ka ha ha! Jto ho ho ho!"
resounded in hollow dying echoes through
forest, and the man in black was gone ;
wnust ice cnarcoai-burner suddenly telt
himself fang to the earth with a shock
which at once deprived him of his senses.
When Peter presently began to recover,
debated whether he were not in a dream.
great many people were pressing around
with exclamations of alarm and con
cern. He heard their remarks vaguely.
" His neck is broken."
No, it is his back. Don't you see he
paralyzed r"
- Of a truth it is his highness's skull
is fractured. What is to be
done " -
" Take him to the Castle," said
voice.
"He must not be moved on any
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count,- sad another.
" A hot bath 1 "
"A cold bath t"
"Hub him!"
."Bleed him!"
"Water!"
"Erandy!"
"A blister!"
" A cooling lotion I " .
"A doctor!"
" You, EreschoEi ride to the castle like
whirlwind for the doctor ! Tell him our
noble lord the Count has fallen from his
horse and i lying senseless !"
It was true, as Peter Bloch now began
comprehend. The young Count yon
SchwaUaschofensburgh had, just before
reaching the castle, been thrown from his
steed, and Peter found, to
great astoniahment, that somehow he,
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body. He was himself the Count von
Schawltzschoffensbunrh only that he was
still in spirit in feeling, in everything font.
ooay, retcr uiocn, tne cnarcoai-ourncr.
"Hurrah!" feebly shouted the. Count
Peter, endeavoring to rise. Whereat there
was some staring among the retinue, min
glei with the expressions of joy at His rev
covery.
" I pray you, my Lord Count," said the
seneschal of the castle, "condescend to ac
cept of my horse for the nonce, since it
has pleased your highness s to run away.
Teufel is high-spirited, but gentle."
Peter put up his right foot encased in
pointed boot and gold spur, lifted the other
awkwardly over the. saddle, and . found
himself seated with his back to the hoist's
head.
" My Lord Count has not yet re
covered nimseii, saia the equerry
out one oi the late counts pages
tittered behind his plumed cap
as he held the stirrup whilst the Count
reversed his position.
Now Peter had never in his life before
been on horseback.
He clutched the reins with one hand,
the horse's mane with the other.and rolled
unsteadily from side to side, in mortal ter
ror at every step of the high-pacing
steed.
It is only that his honor is still dizzy
fWkm ia foil Doii tlta mrtvftAful annAHn.
1 . V'lAA uig lull, raiu 111C IUU1UUGU ClUCIi
believing what he asserted. But the nraa-
ter-of -the-horse from the castle, looking
upon the uount with an experienced and
criticising eye, muttered to the master-at-
arms his firm conviction that his highness
was ignorant ot the noble art of horse
manship an opinion in which the
other agreed.
Headline the castle, the Count was ad
vised by the medical man to retire and
rest for an hour or so, in which time the
feast would be spread in the great ban
queting hall, but Peter, who felt perfectly
wen, ana naa, it will be remembered,
missea his dinner, couia not help think
ing or the lat ox, and of all that he
had heard, but had never seen.
and still lees tasted, of the deli
cious wines and luxurious viands' of
the castle. larder. So he at once declared
himself Jiungry, and ordered that refresh-
menu should be brought to him.
The steward, with his white badge and
baton of office, marching in front, ushered
some naii-aozen henchmen, bearing va
rious dishes: such as highly eniced ir&me-
pastry, eels done in wine, pickled porpoise,
stewed truffles, olives, and a pie composed
mi ncea venison, mixed with apples,
raisins, wine, sugar, beef, spice, and wood
cock. The butler followed with wines of
various kinds. Peter ate long and drank
deeply until he could eat and drink no
more. Hot that he liked either the dishes
the wines, for the first were utterly dis
tasteful to his palate, and the Utter he
considered insipid and mawkish, and, if
the truth were tola, not to compare with
gooa oeer. Oui ne was hungry ana be
sides, were not these the luxuries of the
great and rich, for which he had often, in
secret, sighed? Wherefore, as we have
said, he ale and drank his fill, until, with
last mouthful of the mince-pie, a dead
ly sickness came over him, and he was
compelled, with the assistance of the ser
vants, to effect a hasty retreat from the
table. And then he fell heavily on his
bed and slept the sleep of him who had
drunken too ireely.
lhe steward and the butler looked at
each other, and elevated the whites of
their little eyes and the pinks of their fat
hands.
" My Lord Count is a glutton." wheezed
steward.
" My Lord Count is a drunkard." gasped
butler. And all the henchmen and
pages agreed with those two.
As tor the Lord Count s own followers,
they did not know what to think. Never
before had they known his temperate
highness to eat and drink like this.
In about two hours Peter Bloch that
is,the Count von Schwaltzschoffensburgh
awoke, feeling dull and heavy.
" I don't like this," muttered the Count
TJnever felt like this when I was Peter
Bloch." And he sighed.
What would my noble Lord Count
have ?'' queried the page-of-the chamber,
bowing low before him.
The Count scratched his head and re
flected. He had had enough to eat and
drink also, sleep sufficient ; and he was at
loss wnat more to dbsire.
" Will it please my lord to take a bath f
The Count Peter submitted. He wasn't
the habit of taking baths ; and he now
thought it very unnecessary and disagreea
ble, and when it was over made np his
mind to take no more. Then he vawned.
wondered what else he could do. He
very much inclined to step out and
take a look at his pigs and cabbages a
thing which had always afforded him a
certain pleasure and satisfaction. But he
remembered, with a half sigh, that there
were no pigs and cabbages hue.
" Will it please my lord's highness to
have music?'' suggested the attentive page,
observing his lord's air of ennui.
Peter Bloch did not care a straw for
music, nor, in fact know anything about it
beyond Katrina's hand organ, inherited
irom ner lather, on which, in the quiet
evenings when their work was done,
was accustomed to grind ex
traordinary sounds to marvelous tunes.
Peter ' rather liked this organ ; it
soothed him and gave him a pleasant
drowsy, home-feeling ; and now, when he
heard a harp skillfully played upon by the
castle minstrel in an adjoining apartment,
thought it greatly lacked the charm of
Katrina s hand-organ.
"I don't care for music." auoth the
Count, indifferently, "unless" a bright
occurred to him "unless the Lady
Hildegarde Adelberga liosalinden will
" But my Lord Count, at this hour and
private ! My lady is not accustomed to
show herself at all times neither to en
tertain suitors, save on suitable occasions.
pray you, my Lord Count, reflect"
nut the ijora count wouldn t reflect
that he knew was, that he was Count
Sen wait zschoffentburgh, and that he
as in his own castle, where every one was
bound to obey him ; wherefore he sent his
with a message demanding the pres
ence of the Lady Hildegarde. In fact, he
remembered her beauty, and that she was
bethrothed ; and his heart began to
warm toward her, insomuch that he re
fused to listen to any excuse of the
Lady, so earnestly did he desire her pres
ence, and to gaze upon the lovli
ness of which he had hitherto been fa
vored with but a distant glimpse.
So the Lady Hildegarde Adelberga
Rosalinden came, flushed and haughty,
followed by her maidens bearing a harri-
chord. Count Peter Bloch felt a little in
of her magnificence, until reflecting
he was a rich and handsome Count,
the future lord of the haughty beauty,
gradually gathered courage to com
mence love-making. This he did in his
way, as he had been accustomed with
Katrina. lie stole to a seat by the lady's
put his arm around her waist, pinched
cheek, and bestowed upon her rosy
a resounding smack, designed to ex
press admiration and respectful homage.
The Lady Hildegarde Adelberga sprang
her feet with a shriek, whereat every
body within hearing rushed into the
apartment Her relative, the old
Baron Blunenburg, on being informed
what had occurred, half drew his
sword, bnt put it up again. For was not
Count in his own castle? And was
the fair lady his betrothed? And,
of all. was not the Count more pow
than he? Wherefore, though highly
indignant the burly Baron prudently re
strained himself.
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to the other guests who had been invited
to the. feast And they all agreed with
him.
As to the Count himself, he concluded
that the. Lady Hildegarde was excessively
silly and absurd ; and that he would prefer
Eattina's simple good sense and honest af
fection any day.
- Indue time the feast was announced to
be i rerfdiuess, and the noble Count aud
his guests were ushered iflto the banquet-ing-haU.
The Count's appetite had .par
tially returned, but he looked with dis
favor on the drink and food before him.
"To what shall I have the honor of as
tj'sting my Lord-Gount? ' inquired the head
steward, humbly.
" Beer!" said the Lord Count Whereat
the butler stood aghast
" The Count is a fool," said the butler
to the chief henchman, who noC'led as
sent "Cheese!" continued his highness;
"and sauerkraut 1" And the steward
turned pale.
" There is no question of it," he com
municated in confidence io the chief cook:
" The Lord Count is undoubtedly mad."
Mad as a March hare, assented tue
chief cook, licking the boar's-head fat
from his fingers. And all the turn-spits
and scullions looked at each other and
shook their heads. -
The banqnet was but half over, when
suddenly the loud blast of a trumpet
sounded without, and the whole company
sprang trom their seats and rushed upon
the battlements.
There, in front of the portcullis, appear
ed a gigantic horseman, clad in complete
armor, with a large armed retinue behind,
and in front a herald, who trumpeted
forth, in the name of the valiant Baron
Breckisnech, a haughty defiance to the
Count von tschwaltzschonensburg to im
mediate and mortal combat: by reason of
the stui unsettled feud that had existed be
tween the said Baron Brecki nech and
the late Count von SchwaltzschoffeDS-
burgh. And unless this challenge were im
mediately and nromntlv responded to. he.
the said valiant Baron Breckisnech, would
straightway assault the castle, hang the
count trom the highest tower, cut on the
heads of the seneschal and the
warder thereof, and with those bloody
trophies adorn the bastions ot the main
gate-way. " So mought it be ! " concluded
the herald, solemnly.
The whole castle was now in dismay
and confusion. All looked to the valor of
the Count for salvation, and no time
was lost in bringing his armor and buck
ling it upon his trembling limbs.
11 am not well enough to fight
gasped the Count, feebly. Whereupon his
highness s medical aavisers were sum
moned.
"The Lord Count is perfectly well'
said the chief physician, feeling his pulse.
"rertectiy well," echoed the assistant
physician,examining his tongue.
- nut 1 1 can t nght said the count
grasping the huge sword as though it were
a charcoal rake.
"My Lord must try," said the master-at-
arms, sternly.
"The Lord Count is a coward." said all
the men-at-arms and retainers, in disgust
whilst the seneschal and the warder, rub
Ding their throats, earnestly urged upon
the Count expedition. But the Count
wouldn t hurry.
1 can't fight" he said. " My health
won't allow of it"
" You must fight" said the Baron Bluf-
fenburg. " Your honor demands it"
" 1 won t hghv said the Count, desper-
atalv.
You shall fight" said the Baron, reso
lutely.
So the Baron took him by the arm and
led him toward the gates, and when he
resisted, the master-at-arms took his other
arm, and the seneschal and the warden
pushed behind, and so they dragged and
pushed him out at the gateway and across
the draw-bridge, until he stood face to face
with the valiant Baron Breckisnech, who
advanced, sword in hand, to the encoun
ter. lhe next moment Peter Bloch felt a
harp burning pain in his breast as the
Baron's blade went through him. He
grew blind, and dizzy, grasped wildly at
his own sword, and fell
Consciousness returned slowly to Peter
Bloch.
He looked around and saw. to his great
surprise and joy, that he was in his own
little cottage in the forest He smell ed
the fresh resinous odor of the fir-trees, he
heard the grunting of the pigs in the sty,
and he saw from the open window the
charcoal-kilns and the cibbage-garden:
and sweeter than these to his delighted
eyes was the plump, rosy face of Katrina,
who, close behind him, was making a
goats-milk posset, into which her tears
slowly felL
" Ach himmtl " said Katrina, kissing him
tenderly on either cheek ; " but he knows
me now : he is well !
" How was it ?" asked Peter, heartily re
turning the salute and staring around.
" We found you lying senseless under
the nr-tree, where 1 left you sitting when
you refused your dinner," answered Ka
trina, soberly.
" Like the fool I was," muttered Peter.
" And you have been so strange ever
since, mein Peter; asking for a little wine,
ana inquiring about 'the Lady Hiide-
"Ah!" muttered Peter Bloch to him
self, " that was the Count von Schwaltz
schoffensburgh. He was here in my body
whilst I occupied his, or or have I been
dreaming, 1 wonder!
" How did it happen?" toquired Katrina,
her turn. " There was an awful smell
brimstone about the fir-tree, so old
Gottlieb just now thought it best to brand
the cross upon your breast to preserve
you irom the power ot the Evil One.
Here is the mark, yoa see. Did you feel
tho burn? It was that which aroused
you."
"And it was that which also saved
me," said Peter. "That Baron Breckis
nech, in his black armor, was the very
man I saw beneath the fir-tree this morn
ing. I knew him before he let down his
visor and rushed upon me. He thought
have me, did he, body and soul ? But
the cross saved me; ach, Gott! the cross
saved me."
Katrina thought him dreaming - still.
And whether or not it was a dream, Peter
Bloch was never, to his dying day, able to
decide. Of one thing only was he posi
tively sure and that was that he was
much happier as Peter Bloch, the charcoal-burner,
with his wife Katrina, than he
could ever have been as the Count von
Schwaltzschoffensburgh and the husband
the Lady Hildegarde. Probably Na
ture, of 'whom he had complained, knew
this when she chose for his soul a cor
responding body and station in life. She
knows what is best for us, after alL
Seribner't Monthly.
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A New York wholesale grocer who has
become rich in his business, lately gave
one of his fundamental rules of action.
When he sold a bill of goods on credit it
was his custom to immediately subscribe
the local paper of his debtor. So long
his customer advertised liberally and
vigorously he rested, but as soon as he be
gan to contract his advertising space he
took the fact as evidence that there was
trouble ahead, and he invariably went for
debt " For," aaid he, "the man who
feels too poor to make his business known
too poor to do' business." This with
drawal of an advertisement is an evidence
weakness that business men are not
slow to observe.
A suit has been instituted at Jackson
ville, HI., for the recovery of a diamond
said to be worth $3C0,0O0, the heirloom of
family for the past century.
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Peculiar Norwegian Customs.
I shall never forget the friendliness
and cordiality with which, upon a recent
visit to Norway, I was r. ceived and enter
tained m every household throughout the
country, where, for a longer or shorter
period, I was a gue.-t and an inmate. Nor
can 1 easily forget the many awkward
blunders I committed before I became in
iliat"d into the manners and fashions of
my kind hosts small sins, through igno
rance, against the established and time
honored national cade of ceremony and
DenaYior.
uo in itome as Komans do," is a very
wise precept, bnt somewhat difficult to
follow when you don't know how the Ro
mans do, bat have to wait and learn that
first I had, for instance, no idea that it
was the custom in Norway as also
Denmark and S weden to go round after
diacer and shake hands with every one
p:efnt, ladies and gentlemen, finishing
off y. iti the host and hostess, and saying
to each the Norwegian word velbekomme
waich is abaut equal to May the meal
afcee with you. At a large dinner party
of some B00 or 300 guests this handshaking
becomes so serious a business that it takes
some time and muscle to go through and
one almost gets hungry and thirsty again
by the time it is over.
Likewise it is customary in every Nor
wegian family, in the cities as 'ell as in
the country, to say "tak for caffe," after
breakfast or lunch, and "tak" for the after
supper, at which tea is always served.
All children, even the grown up ones
with children of their own, always say to
their parents "tak for mad," (thanks for
the meat) at every meal under the parent
al roof, or even their own home, if the
parents are present In few countries is
filial affection carried to such an extent
as in Norway ; father and mother are
names there only second to be held in less
reverence than that of God. Letter to N.
T. Ec-.mng Post.
Sagacity of the Elephant.
In July, 1810, the largest elephant ever
seen in England was advertised as "iust
arrived." As soon as Henry Harris, the
manager f the Covenf Garden Theater
had heerd of it, he determined, if possible
to obtain it : for it struck him that if it
were to be introduced in the new panto
mime of " Harlequin Posmenata," which
he was about to produce at great cost, it
would add greatly to the attractions.
Under this impression, and before the pro
prietor of Exeter Change had seen it he
purchased it for the sum of 900 guineas.
Mrs. henry Johnston was to ride it, and
Miss Parker the Columbine, was to. play
up to it l oung happened to be one morn
ing at the box omce adjoining Covent Gar
den Theater, where his ears were assailed
by a strange and unusual uproar within
the walls. On asking one of the carpen
ters the cause of it, he was told it was
something wrong with the elephant, he
coutd not exactly tell what 1 am not
aware what may be the usage now-a-days ;
but then, whenever a new piece has been
announced for presentation on a given
night and there was but scarce time for
its preparation, a rehersal would take
place after the night's regular performance
was over, and the audience had been dis
missed. One such there had been the
night before my father's curiosity had been
aroused. As it had been arranged that
Mrs. Henry Johnston, seated in a howdah
on the elephant's back, should pass over a
bridge in the center of a numerous group
of followers, it was thought expedient that
the unwieldy monsters tractobiiity should
be tested. On stepping up to the bridge,
which was slight and temporary, the saga
cious brute threw back his forefeet and
refused to budge. It is well known as a
fact in natural history tbat the elephant,
because of its unusual bulk, will never
trust its weigh' upon any object which is
unequal to its support. The stage man
ager, seeing how resolutely the animal re
sisted every attempt made to compel or
it to go over the bridge in question,
Foposed that they should stay proceed-
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better mood. It was during the repetition
of the experiment that my father, having
heard the extraordinary sounds, determined
go upon the stage, and see it he could
ascertain the cause of them.
The first sight that met his eyes kindled
his indignation. There stood the huge
animal with downcast eyes and flapping
ears, meekly submitting to blow after blow
Irom a sharp iron goad, which his keeper,
was driving ferociously- into the fleshy
part of his neck at the root of the ear.
The floor on which he stood waa convert
ed into a pool of blood. One of the pro
prietors, impatient at what he regarded as
senseless obstinacy, kept urging the driv
er to still severer extremities, when
Charles Young, who was a great lover of
animals, expostulated with him ; went up
to the poor, patient sufferer, and patted
and caressed him ; and when the driver
was about to weild his instrument again
with even still more vigor, he caught him
by the wrist as in a vice, and stayed him
from further violence. While an angry
altercation was going on between Young
and the man of color, who was his driver,
Captain Hay, of the "Ashel," who had
brought over Chung in his ship, and had
petted him greatly on the voyage, cam a in
and begged to know what was the matter.
Before a word of explanation could be
given, the much-wronged creature spoke
for himself; for, as soon as he perceived
the entrance of his patron, he waddled up
him, and, with a lock of gentle appeal,
caught hold of his hand with his probos
cis, plunged' it into his bleeding wound,
and then thrust it before his eyes. The
gesture seemed to say, as plainly as if it
had been enforced by speech, " See how
these cruel men treat Chung. Can
sou approve of ltr lhe hearts ct
the hardest present were sensibly touched
by what they saw, and among them that of
the gentleman who had been so energetic
promoting its harsh treatment It was
under a far better impulse that he ran out
into the street, purchased a few apples at
s ail, and ottered them to him. cnung
ved him askance, took them, threw them
beneath his feet, and, when he had crushed
them to a pulp, spurned them from him.
Young, who had gone into Covent Garden
with the same crowd as the gentleman
who had preceeded him, shortly after re
entered and also held out to him some
frilit when, to the astonishment of the
bystanders, the elephant ate every morsel,
and, after, twined his trunk with studied
gentleness around Young's waist marking
this action that, though he had resent
ed a wrong, he did not forget a kindness.
It was in the year 1814 that Harris
parted with Chung to Cross, the proprietor
proprietor of the menagerie at Exeter
Change. One of the purchaser's first acts
was to send to Charles Young a life ticket
admission to his exhibition ; and it was
one of his innocent little vanities, when
passing through the Strand with any
friend, to drop in on Chung, pay .him a
visit in his den, and show the intimate re
lations that existed between them. The
tragic end of the poor creature must be
within the recollection of many of your
readers. From some cause unknown, he
went mad, and it took 152 shote discharged
a detachment of the Guards, to dis
patch him. From the Memoir of Charlet
Mayne Young.
The Nashua down) Pot says : "Here
a new wheat item for 1871. The wheat
was sowed on the McKee farm, this town
ship, April 18. It was harvested July 18,
threshed July 19, ground by LVllinger
Brothers, July 19, baked by Mrs. Wilson
July 20, and good bread it was too. Bread
from the seed in three months and two
days!"
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MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS.
The Ties of Business. Adver-tise.
When a wife reigns, it seems natural
that she should storm too. She generally
does.
Mexican newspapers are discussing th
annexation ot Mexico to the United States.
Dividends r.re paid in cash in the
Washington Life Insurance Company of
flew lork.
The day to pick your wife is Choose-
uny. in euuens-uay is lhe aay io ue mar
ried on, oi course.
PREsnrMS, policies and dividends are
paid in cash iu the Mutual Life Insurance
Company, of Chicago.
Boston used last year 382,435 barrels of
aie, and 03,lRo barrels of lager beer, which
cost the retailers about f a.UUU.UUU.
A man up in Portsmouth, N. H., named
his two children Ebenezcr and Flora, and
always spoke of them as "Eb" and "Flo.1
Ali Riza Pasha, Governor General of
Broussa, has recently received from the
Sultan of Turkey a jeweled snuff box of
The boy who wished that he was a foun
tain so that he always might be playing,
didn't reflect that a fountain doesn't play
umcss li works well.
A touno man in a Down East camp-
meeting asked the prayers of the assembly
Because ne could not sit down to a meal
without eating three times as much as he
ought -
An immense raft 2,000 feet long, and
containing 120,000 cubic feet of timber, re
cently passed through the drawbridge at
Rouse's Point, N. Y., and entered Lake
Champiain.
Air unknown I'hiiadeipnian. or com
mendable generosity and unparalleled
maesty, has given asuo.ow lor the pro
jected Presbyterian Hospital at West
Philadelphia, and earnestly requested that
his name shall not he revealed.
dont bother editors when they are
busy. Quilp stepped into the imperial
sanctum mis morning to ask what he d
better write about "Write about!"
growled the disgusted chief: "I think
you had better right about bee!" and he
did.
The Messrs.- John Taylor & Sons, of
England, are said to be the greatest min
ing nrm in the world, the largest employ
ers of labor in that department having
mines iu every qoaner oi me giooe. in
Great Bntian alone, the number of men
employed by them is 56,000.
A curious typographical bull is pointed
out in the new edition of Pope's works,
publisned by Murray, in London :
- neaoia, lour Kings, in majesty reyerea,
With hoary trAwlv and a forkT beard."
The lines are from "The Kape of the
Lock," and " whisky " should of course
be whiskers."
The Chicago Republican adopts this
method of introducing its list of marriage
licenses: "The Clerk of the County
Court wore a diamond pin in his shirt
front and a sardonyx smile on his brow
as he slung out dispensations to throw
tea-kettles at each other, to the following
couples yesterday."
From statistics for the year ending Nov.
1870. it appears that there were 112,250
births registered in London during that
period. Of these children 41,444 were op
erated upon by the public vaccinators
under one year or age, and 5,3oo
over one year. The number successfully
vaccinated was 4U.4i leaving tU2 tauurea,
or rather less than 1 ! i per cent for vac
cination purposes London is divided into
five districts, with an aggregate of 1114
vaccinators.
A Canadian sailor Is experiencing the
woe of having an impulsive woman as a
wile, and she the woe ot being impulsive.
He came home from sea the other day,
bringing but 415. She thought he should
have brought more; and from mild re
monstrances and gentle upbrai dings they
rapidly grew angry, finally coming to
blows, and then and there separating
forever." It turned out that the man had
placed $40 in the savings bank, but felt
called upon to defend himself first against
the angry words of his wile and her base
less charges before explaining what he had
done with the money.
The Heathen Chinee knows a thing or
two about the duties and discipline of
public conveyances, the introduction of
which among us would be regarded with
more favor than some others or his peculi
arities. At Hankow, not long ago, com
plaints of extortionate charges by boat
men, induced a mandarin to disguise him
self as a cooly, and take passage on a small
ferryboat He was stopped in midstream,
and compelled to pay a heavy overcharge ;
and on arriving at the other side, at once
ordered the arrest and decapitation of the
waterman. If that sort of treatment was
tried on the Niagara Falls hackmen, or
indeed on the same class elsewhere, there
would be hope of a salutary reform in
their habits.
Prince Bismakk is the hero of the
folio ing anecdote : "The value of a good
cigar," said Bismark, as he proceeded to
light an excellent Havana, "is best un
derstood when it is the last you possess,
and there is no chance of getting another.
Koniggratz I had only one cigar left in
my pocket which I carefully guarded dur
ing the whole battle as a miser does his
treasure. I did not feel justified in using
I painted in glowing colors in my
mind the happy hour when I should enjoy
after the victory. But I had miscalcu
lated the chances." "And what was the
cause of the miscalculation?" "A poor
dragoon. He lay helpless, with both arms
crushed, murmuring for something to re
fresh him. 1 telt in my pockets and louna
had only gold, and that would be of no
use to him. Bat, stay I had still my
treasured cigar. I lighted this for him.
and placed it between his teeth. Yon
should have seen the poor fellow s grate
ful smile. I never enjoyed a cigar so much
that one I did not smoke."
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Don't Eat Too Much.
In order that we may rightly compre
hend the blessings of this life, it is abso
lutely necessary that we should eat. If
there is not provided for us a rational suf
ficiency of nutriment we will soon become
fraternally acquainted with the inanimate
clod ,- that is, to speak plainly, we shall
die. If we eat too much, should our days
prolonged by frequent inspiration of
medicine, life will be to us a burden, griev
ous and heavy to be borne.
On account ot our euibie iniquities ao
doctors and apothecaries greatly
thrive ; for we love life, even should phys
icians be of no value and medicines give no
strength.
Over-much eating produces derange
ment of the bowels, or " carnal interiors,"
causing pain, sorrow and gloom. Then do
send for a doctor, to enliven us by de
scribing our physical state. The doctor
prescribes ana the apothecary mixes ior
"loathing and abomination." But even
the nausea of multitudinous com
pounds wo do not become wise. By great
tribulation, however, we are enabled to
perceive thej inestimable value of wisdom.
The wise man understands how large a
quantity of wood will suffice, and, profit-'
by experience, he conducts himself ac
cordingly. The foolish man eats too much.
This meat is as bitterness in his throat
One of the problems of life is to de
termine the qualities, quantities and times
eating. Beyond doubt a correct solu
tion of this problem would bring health to
nations. Should all carefully and dili
gently study this problem, the profess
ional employment of physicians would be
greatly lessened. A. K M.,in Hearth and
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Youths' Department. WINNE UNDER THE APPLE-TREE.
BY ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.
Ix a home-neet of peace anil joj.
Bright and pleasant as borne can be.
Lives a nierrj and nweet-faced boj
Under a broad old apple-tree;
Searching wide yoa will seldom meet
Chtkl m blituaome and fair ae he
How can he help beini; pretty and eweet
Dwelling under an apple-traeF
In tbe sprhur when tbe child goes oat.
Glad as a bird that wiLter's past,
Haking his dower-beds all about.
Liking beat what h. flushed last;
Then the tree from each bloeeomj limb
Heaps iu petals about his feet.
And like a benuon over him
Scatters lis fragrances, sweet to iweet.
lie has only to smile and win
Face more lovely was never kissed
Dear blue eyes and a dimpled chin.
Curls that dance in a golden mist;
Circled ever by tenderest care,
Taueht and guided by love's decree.
How can he help being good and fair.
Swelling andar an apple-tract
In the Brimmer the dear old tree
Spreads above him iu cooling shade.
Keeping the heat from his cheek, while he.
Flaying at toil with rake and spade.
Chasing the hummibg-birds1 gleam and dart,
Wa cbing the honey-bees drink and doss.
Gathers in body and soul and heart
Beaut; and hea.th like an opening rose.
In the autumn, before the leaves
Lose their greenness, the apples fall.
Boll on tbe roof, and bounce from tbe eaves.
I lie on uie porcn ana rest on ine waii ;
Then he heaps on the grassy ground
Koey pyramids brave to see;
How can he help being ruddy and sound.
Dwelling under an apple-tree f
In the winter, when winds are wild.
Then, still faithful, the sturdy tree
Keeps its watch o'er the darling child.
Telling him tales of the May to be;
Teaching him faith under stormy skies.
Bidding him trust whea be cannot see;
How can he help being happy and wise.
Dwelling under an apple-tree?
Oar Young Foll.
A Very Small Boy's Adventures.
Little Tiny Tim had a great passion for
feeding everything that could eat One
day, late in summer, he went to the barn
and found a nest full of eggs, and he took
them all out in his hat und was going to
carry them to the house. But, as he went
out the barn door, he met an old bnndle
cow, who put her nose in the hat and
smelt of the eggs, and I suppose she liked
the smell so well she wanted to taste. At
least she took one ; and little Tim, seeing
she liked them, began to feed the eggs to
her, one at a time. lie watched her while
she ate them ; then, bobbing his curly pate
close up to her face, and looking straight
in her eyes, ne gravely asaea,
" Didoo like 'em, ole tow f
Add the old cow nodded her head.
Then Tim said,
"'Oodo,hey? Den IU dit 'oo some
mo.
One day he went to the horse barn and
fed a young horse so much corn that it
was areautui sick, ana came near dying.
Wherever liny iim went he always
had a flock of chickens, turkeys, geese and
ducks after him. 'What do you suppose
made them follow him about eo f Do you
think he had put a spell upon them 1 You
don't t Well, he had. It was the spell of
corn ana oats, lie always haa a pocketful
of each, and he scattered them with a most
liberal hand. And so he always had plenty
of followers.
Zip, his dog, was alwas close to him.
but none of the fowls were at all afraid of
him. On the other hand, Zip was mortal
ly afraid of one old gander, who always
stretched out his long neck ana ran after
him, and squaw tea ana nappea his wings.
and hissed, and made a terrible hullabaloo.
One day a funny thing hactened. The
old gander was out taking a walk with
ilra. Grey Goose, and he met Tim and Zip
out walking too. Jklr. Big Goose was
anxious to show olT before Mrs. Grey
Gocse, and so he flew at Zip and nipped his
ear. Zip felt a little more gritty than
usual because a big dog had hooked his
breakfast bone. So he pitched on to Mr.
Big Goose, and bit his big red nose.
Whereupon Mrs. Grey Goose set up a
great cry, and Mr. Big Goose was so angry
the dog for scaring his friend, Mrs. Grey
Goose, that he grew the biggest goose you
ever saw, and flew up at Zip's back and
began to pull his ears.
Zip ran and howled, ana Jtr. Kig Goose
tried to get off, but hii great sprawly feet
were bare he forgot to put on bis boots. I
guess, and they got snarled up in Zip's
long hairs, ana he couian t get on. zip
just laid down in the dust, and roiled and
it
howled.
Tim ran to the scene as fast as his short
legs could carry him. At first he laughed
long and loud, but soon seeing that. Zip
was come to grief, he cried and yelled so
lustily that " Loot " came to see what the
trouble was. She laughed, too, when she
saw the plight of the dog and goose. She
called Tim to hold Zip, while she pulled
off the dusty,' draggled, crest-fallen Mr.
iiig tioose. When his ieet were loose, ne
flapped his wings, and set up a great
squall, and looked around to tell Mrs. Grey
Goose all about his battles. But she had
very coolly walked oil to the pond, and
was enjoying a sail with Mr. Ole Gander.
nr. uig uoose ien very urea, ana most
sick; so he went home to his wife, who
was sitting on a nest ot large white eggs.
She told him he had better soak his feet
eat a few polly-wogs, and take her place,
while she took a little tresh air and a bath,
When " Loot " haa led Tim back to the
house, he insisted that the dog must have
great big. large basin ot milfe, " for he s
tired," he said, and added "I'd like a
basin of milk and bread, for Ts olful tired
too."
Why, Tim," said Loot, "what makes
you tired 1 You didn't fight?"
" no. but i run a pity baa, ana looaea
'em, and it made me tired." -
After dinner, liny Tun called Zip and
ook his way to a larg lake which joined
on the back part of his father's farm. lie
was going to wade in the edge of the lake
and send Zip in to wash himself. It took
him a gooa while to get to the late, tor he
ed so much to piay. x lrsr, ne louna
old turkey that had just come off her
nest with thirteen lute ones, ana ne must
run back to tell mamma.
Then he saw a poor little bird with a
broken wing, that Zip had scared out of
the grass, and he ran alter it with all his
small might ; but when the cunning little
bird had got him far enough away from
her nest, that was hidden in the grass, she
flew off quite swiftly.
lie stopped to play with the old ram,
that had once butted him into the brook.
Tim had grown very wise, and ke stood
close to a big stump, and when the old
fellow ran at him, he hopped behind the
stump, and slam bang went the old chap's
head against the stump. It made him
awful mad, and next time he would hit
harder than the last and so he kept on
until he found out the stump was great
deal harder than his skulL Then he
turned and ran off, baa-ing, and shaking
his head.
As our small man went on his way. he
saw a little snake in the path, and, stooping
down, picked it up in his hand. lie was
not the least atraia or it ana thought he
wouia carry it nome, ana put it in a pen
cage. 1 he snake liked his warm hand,
and curled np easily and went to sleep.
Then the question arose in his mind how
was to carry him.
Oh. 1 know." said he, "ill carry him
my hat"
bo he tooa on his hat put his iiltle pet
into it and clapped it back upon his head.
Then he trudged on mi he came to a
small pond, with polly-wogs in the water,
and he thought he would like to carry som
these home also. He had nothing to
cary them in, but his hat, and off came
his hat again.
You see he had forgotten all about his
make, and as he saw nothing of it, he did
not think of it again at alL He dipped up
the polly-wogs in his palm-leaf hat and as
the water ran off he laughed to see them
wiggle about lie had no idea it was cruel
to do this, fie did not think they would
die. lie sat down and thought a moment,
and concluded to leave his hat there while
he went to the lake to wah Zip. He set
it down in the grass, whistled for Zip, who
was barking at a squirrel, and went oa
toward the lake.
When he got there, he found Mrs.
Grey Goose, Mr. Ole Gander, and Mr.
Big Goose, swimming around in the clear,
bright water. Prettv soon Mr. Ole Gand
er and Mr. Big Goose fell out not ouf
of the water, but out of temper, and be
gan to peck and fight each other. Their
wings made a fearful flapping in the
water, and Zip thought he ought to have
a part in the fight The old ganders kept
saying
"Wade in! Wade in!"
And Zip did wade in, as far as his feet
woulcUtouch the bottom, and then he
swam out to them, and snapped first at
one, and then at the other, which ever
came the handiest , The ganders had the
best of it, as they were used to the water.
Poor Zip's head was ofter nnder the
waves, and Tim was in a panic for fear
his Mdod" would be " dwowned." He
spied a wide board upon the bank, and he
jumped on it and pushed it out from the
shore. As it happened, the board floated
straight to the doe and geese. Mr. Big
Goose and Mr. Ole Gander swam off,
each his own way, and Zip crawled noon
the board with Tiny Tim, and away they
went both together.
Tim took off his shoes and stockings so
as to let his feet hang over into the water.
Zip got up presently, to shake the drops
off his shaggy coat and shook Tim's shoes
and stockings off the board. Tim made a
grab for them, missed them, and soused
into the lake ! He scrambled back upon
the board, very wet, and his shoes and
stockings gone!
After a while he grew tired and hungry
and thought he would go home, but
when he looked toward home, he saw he
was a great way from shore, and he could
never get back alone. He did what most
all little children do, who are in trouble ;
he cried as loud as he could. It was his
voiceless, inarticulate cry for help. It did
not fall unheeded, nor die away in mock
ing, empty echoes. Poor boy ! What if
no one had been near ! His crying was
heard by Mr. Ben. Church and his son
Whitman, who were out in a sail-boat
fishing. They came to the rescue of
Tim, took him off his board and carried
him safely ashore. Then Mr. Church sent
his son Whitman to taae Tim safely home,
while he went back on the lake to take
up the nets.
Whitman had picked up a long-legged
bird which he found struggling in the
water, and he told Tiny Tim if he would
straighten out his face and not cry any
more, he would give it to him.
I think Tiny Tim had good reason to
cry. He had lost his shoes, stockings, and
his hat, and waa wet as a rat
His poor mamma was too glad to sea
him back alive to scold him. She had to
undress him and give him a bith.
While she was taking oa his clothes
she felt a squirming somewhere, and
shook them, when out dropped the
snake!
She screamed, and sprang for the broom
to kill it, while Tiny Tim danced round
and round, crying:
" Dat's my snate ! Dat's my snate ! I'm
doin to pit em in a tage !"
Hut he spoke too late, for his mamm
had killed the snake. And she folded the
little fellow in her loving arms, thinking
what a great wonder it was that the snake
had not injured her little boy. She did
not know how near he had come to being
drowned, for Whitman did not terrify her
Dy telling her they haa louna Tun on a
board, out on the lake, a long way from
the shore. Young Fciki' RuraL
Habit of Work.
In " Finding One's Occupation Gone."
intended apparently to show the impossi
bility of a man actually retiring from all
work, is the following . " The hankering
after old occupations is everywhere to be
met with after the occupation's gone."
" Mr. Dickers, on his homeward
passage from America, had for one of his
fellow-passengers an English sailor, a
smart thorough-built man-of-war's man
from his hat to his shoes, who was on his
way home to see his friends, and who,
when he presented himself to take and
pay for his passage, had been advised to
work it instead and save the money a
suggestion he scouted with scorn ineffable.
swearing, in seaman s style or imprecation.
that nothing should hinder his going as a
gentleman. &o they took his money, isut
no sooner was he aboard than he stowed
his kit in the forcastle, arranged to mess
with the crew, and the very first time the
hands were turned up, he went aloft like a
cat before any body. And all through the
passage there he was, nrst at the Dracea,
outermost on the yards, perpetually lend
ing a hand everywhere, but always with a
sober dignity in his manner, and a sober
grin en his face, which plainly said, 1 do
as a gentleman. For my own pleasure.
mind yon.' "
True Taste More Effective than Money.
Many imagine they must relinquish all
hope of gratifying their tastes, or the in
herent love of the beautiful, if they do
not rank among the rich. This is an en
tirely false idea. There are houses upon
which thousands of dollars have been ex
pended that would be quite intolerable to
people of real refinement aa a permanent
residence. The whole arrangement and
furniture are so stiff and formal so heavy
and oppressive with superfluous ornament,
that simple curiosity to see wnat strange
vagaries can enter into the heads of the
rich, and in what absurd manner they
study to spend their abundant wealth,
would seem to be the only motive whicii
could tempt a sensible person to enter.
On the other hand, we nna small moaesi
cottages, which bear unmistakable evi
dence of necessity for close economy, that
have more of real comfort and convenience
about them than those splendid mansions ;
and, at the same time, they are gems, bear
ing in every part the stamp or true elegance
and refinement They are .so beautified
by the genuine taste and ingenuity of the
occupants, that it is a real pleasure to pass
from one room to another or sit quietly
and enjoy the sweet enchantment yet
money had little to do toward securing
such attractions. It is the fitness of things
the harmonious blending of shape and
color, the adaption or the lurniture to the
wants of each apartment, that make the
hole combination so peculiarly de
lightful. And yet, how and from
what was all this tasteful furnishing
constructed? If some of those persons
whose dark and gloomy parlors are
hung with the costly damask, and their
furniture carved and upholstered by the
most skillful and fashionable workmen,
should by chance find themselves in one of
these pleasant homes, they could not help
being captivated by the spirit of the place,
in the absence of style and fashion. The
elegant, airy, graceful parlors, the rest, the
peace and comlort wnicn pervaue we
whole atmosphere, would be to them a new
experience, and what would be their as
tonishment to learn with how little ex
pense all this, which they acknowledge to
be so refreshing, has been secured.
No matter if the purse is not very heavy.
young people, with good health and a fair
share oi taste ana ingenuity, nave great
pleasure in store for themselves when they
undertake to furnish and beautify a house,
which is to be their first joint home.
There are ao many small conveniences, so
many little contrivances that a carpenter
never thinks of, because he has never had
a woman's work to do. and therefore can
not see how important these little things
are. A woman knows just where an hours
work, well considered and planned, can be
employed to manufacture some convenient
thing, that will save much time and
strength, and which, however cheaply
and roughly made, she can, in a few spare
moments, translorm into an object of real
beauty. Mr. H. W. Beecher. '
A RtrBaXisT chewing on a large purpla
egg plant ana piauiuvcij iwu.iu4,
" They don't raise as juicy melons as they
did before the war," was a recent Titua
yille spectacle.

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