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PEST OF THE PHILIPPINES.
M,,4ew the Land Leeches Annoyed
An army omdcer returned from duty
in the Philippines, telling recently of
the many pests-both insect and rep
tile-whieh annoyed the American
soldiers stationed there, dwelt espe
olally on a rather strenuous land
leech that clings to the limbs of sap
lagi on the hillsides and springs
upone the passers-by with lightning
like rapidity, proceeding immediately
to its business of bloodsucking.
The soldiers dreaded the presence
of these leeches vastly more than
they did the Filipinos, and on many
oeoasions when "hiking" after a band
of the little brown men the company
would be demoralized by a number of
these creepy-looking things dropping
from the overhead trees on the necks
or other exposed parts of the men.
In appearance these blood-sucking
vampires resembled much the com
mon leech that is familiar to the
American small boy, who has met the
creature often in his favorite "swim
ming hole," but, unlike his sluggish,
water-inhabiting contemporary, the
strenuous Philippine leech is a land
dweller, making his abode on the un
der sides of young leaves in the high.
!/ er forest growths.
The Unknown Sea.
A sea-vast, dark, appalling,
With tossing wave;
.ierce tempests shrieking, calling,
While waters rave;
A wreck-strewn coast outspreading.
Dismal and bare
And thronging hosts, on-treading,
Are gathered there;
Darkness and mists are shrouding
The thither shore,
And countless barks, outcrowding.
Return no more.
No beacon light is shining
Across this sea,
S ts shadows bleak confining
1" No mariner returning
With spreading sail
To satisfy earth's yearning
And tell- the tale.
True, here and there a white sall
Whose helmsman fears no entail
Yet with the rest it passes
Into the gloom,
s "And black, enshrouding masses
Conceal its doom.
What lies beyond the waters
Of this dread sea
Which Adam's sons and daughters
Whence go the ships aye sailing
Into the night.
With loose shrouds slack and trailing
A fearsome sight?
Dawnsl there another morrow
Beyond the gloom,
Where souls, set free from sorrow,
Anew shall bloom?
Or do the ships, swift' wending,
S` Sall blindly on
" Into a never-ending
Disconcerted the Dean.,
One rf the clergymen who was
present at the opening of the General
. Theological Seminary was speaking of
Sthe' bashfulness of the late Dean Hoff
"The Dean,' said the clergyman.
"iras called upon to speak at a mass
meeting held in the interests of a
cause which received many benefac
tions from him. He spo5Te briefly of
the merit of the cause, and then said,
"'I am not much of a speaker.'
"'Ament' responded a Methodist
brother from the first row.
"The Dean, somewhat disconcerted,
continued a while, and then said:
"'I'll detain you only a moment
'Allelula!' again broke in the man
in the front row, and the Dean sat
down very red in the face, but he en
joyed it all hugely, when he learned C
afterward that the man in the front i
row was very deaf and had interjected t
bhis approbation entirely on faith, not
Leo XIII.'s Long Reign. (
Very quietly, so quietly, indeed, that
not one of the Roman newspapers has t
adverted to it, the holy father made e
another record in the annals of long
pontificates recently. On September i
8, Leo XIII. completed twenty-tour j
years, six months and fourteen days
in the supreme pontificate, thus reach- A
ing the limit of the reign of Plus VI..
and taking the second place after St.
Peter, The "Years of Peter" are clear
in sight now for Leo XIII. According
bo the generally received account, St.
Peter was bishop of Rome for twenty
five years, two months and seven
dt-s, and on April 7 ,ezt Leo XIII,
will. beo volente, round off the same
peeI|d. There is every reason to be
lieve that the short seven months will
be safely passed by the holy father.
From the Tablet.
The Cost of Ocean Speeding.
Much has been said of late regard
ing the speed of the German Atlantic
greyhounds; not enough, perhaps, has
been said regarding the cost of this
speed. The latest creation of the
North German Lloyd. Kaiser Wilhelm
II, is designed to do twenty-four knots
an hour, at an expenditure of 40,000
indicated horse-power. Our White
v Star liner Cedric, the largest ship in
/ the world, will go seventeen knots
" with 14,000 horse-power. But, says
'- te Shipplng World, the Kaiser Wil
el/ will burn 750 tons of coal per
which is 190 per cent more than
S(Caedic, and she wUlI need 2546
dc to work her. .rioously
' her crew of 600 only' 45
(OMING DURBAR AT DELHI
TO1 B1 GORG6OUS AfFAIR
Accession d King Edward as Emperor of India
Will Be Made Occasion for Impressive Gathering
of the Native Princes.
Describing the splendors of the Dur
bar to be held in the city of Delhi
fittingly to celebrate the accession of
King Edward as Emperor of India, a
It is early dawn upon the Ridge.
Like Aladdin's magie palace, a city of
pavilions, white and blue and scarlet,
has arisen upon its luxuriant green, as
in a single night. Beneath it, toward
the rising sun, still slumbers the Im
A thin, white mist glimmers like a
mystic light above its golden cupolas
and marble minarets. Then in the
center of the veil there comes to being
a luminous disc, pink and orange,
fringed with rays of blue and violet.
A moment later the veil has vanished
in the air, and like a radiant god the
golden sun sits enthroned upon im
perial Delhi, embracing the earth In
"II-lalla! Allah illa! Allah Ak
bar!" An eastern voice floats in the
stillness of the morn from the top
most minaret of the Jumma Musjid,
awakening the city from its slumber.
"Boom!" answers the Ridge in the
deep voice of the west. "Boom!" And
ten seconds later another. A hundred
and one guns herald the day from
Aladdin's magic city.
It is the supremest day in the an
nals of the Indian Empire. For it is
to witness an event that combines in
itself the coronation and the procla
mation of the first emperor of a
Thus a vast throng will fill imperial
Delhi on that supreme day. A hun
dred white-tusked elephants will be
arrayed in cloth of gold, and upon
each a silver howdah, incrusted with
gemn of a thousand hues.
A gorgeous cavalcade comes behind
them-mail-clad warriors upon champ
Ing steeds. Each is armed with sword
and lance and battle-axe, with tiger
slaw daggers in his belt. Upon the
steeds are trappings of gold and sil
COURT OF "JARNI MUSJID."
or.r and upon their heads plumes of
Along the cavalcade the eye catches
the glint of gold and silver, even upon
the visor and headpiece, and of in
crusted gems upon the sword hilt. For.
indeed, to this day India still remains
the land where the "Arabian Nights"
were once begotten.
A vast multitude on foot comes in
its wake, radiant in many colors.
brave-faced Sikhs and grinning Gurk
las; big-boned, stalwart Jats, and lit.
:ie wiry Maharattas; mild. clean-shav
)n Bengali pundits, and fierce, black
oearded Pathans-all come forth to
participate in the glory of their Em
But all eyes are turned to the dale.
above it there floats a crimson canopy
Arch and Iron Column.
Sf Dacca's loveliest brocade, embroid
•red in gold and silver with the rose,
he thistle, the shamrock and the Lo
as of India-fit symbol of the union
if England and India, of which this
qry Durbar is the noblest emblem
ad the truest credential.
iu4d~1 the heavy curtains behind
raising a silver trumpet to his lips, he
seads forth a loud blast to the west.
from the west the answer comes, for
suddenly another trumpeter has ap
peared across the amphit40eater. Then
another from the north, and another
from the south.
While yet the edhoes are mingling
in the air the cartains behind the
throne are flung asunder, revealing
two rows of stalwart men in white and
crimson that hold their swords aloft
to form an arch. From beneath it
there steps forth the vice-regent of In,
dia's emperor, arrayed in the full in
signia of the Star of India.
A long-drawn blast from a solitary
trumpet-and a hushed silence falls
upon the assembled host. The solitary
figure of the chief herald stands be
fore the dais, facing the amphithes.
What words of omen are those he
reads? "* * * In your prosperity
will be our mightiest strength, in your
contentment our deepest security, in
your happiness our highest reward."
With the last lingering word a still
ness comes over that vast multitude.
Suddenly the spell is broken.
"Jai! Jai!. Kaisar-i-Hind!" shouts
a brazen throat from the topmost gal
"Edward ke jai!" Four score voices
take up the cry from tier to tier. What
cry is this-"Jai! Jai!" To whom do
they give that salute that may be
given but to gods?
"Jai! Jai! Kaisar-i-Hind!"
It is the roar of 300,000 men from
pit to gallery, from gallery to the
Ridge. All along the plains, the Jum
na bank, to the heart of the Imperial
city the echo swells like a mighty
Boom! The roar of a thousand can
non responds to the salute. Forty
thousand rifles crash together in a fenu
de-Jole. Through the crash and the
roar there arises the mingled harmony
ot martial music. Ten thousand voices
in the amphitheater catch up the an
them. Ten thousand glittering swords
leap in the air. Ten thousand
But a solitary figure stands before
the imperial throne. He holds in his
hand a crimson banner, upon which is
embroidered in gold the sun in splen
dor. It is the vice-regent of India's
To him a stalwart form, all ablaze
in gems from brow to heel, steps out
from before the dais. Who is he? The
Hindua Sooraj! The doyen of India's
royalty. The lineal descendant of the
The heir of a hundred kings, whose
noble forefathers had scorned the alli
ance of the Moghul emperors, saying
that they were "low caste upstarts."
It is he they call in England Mahar
ana of Udaipur.
But now, in token of fealty, he faces
the imperial throne and presents the
hilt of his sword to the vice-regent,
who touches it lightly with his right
hand in the name of his august mas
ter. Then, amid the hushed silence
is heard the message of the Emperor
to his vassal:
"In the name and on behalf of his
majesty the Emperor, I present your
highness with this banner, on which
are blazoned the noble traditions of
your dynasty. May it never be un
furled save to remind your highness of
the close union between the throne of
England and your highness' loyal and
Then the rulers of India file past the
imperial throne-the Chohan, the Rah
tor, the Maharatta, the Sikh. the Hin
du, the Moslem. All men. save one
the Nawab Sultan Jahan, a woman
that has a man's name! She is the
Begum of Bhopal. the sole princess of
India in her own right
And, now, after yet another trumpet
call, the Hindua Sooraj replies to the
message of his Emperor on behalf of
all his brethren:
"Shah-in-Shah Padishah! Maharaj.
Adhiraj-Parameshwar! The princes of
India bless you, and pray that your
soverelpgty and power may remalk
ateadfast for. ever. God bless the XEm.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
LATEST JESTS EVOLVED BY THE
Sweet Girl's Neat Retort te Short.
Tempered Lover-Why He Regret
ted Hearing the Minister-Children
Have Fun Playing Daniel.
Domestic Point of View.
If there was anything upon which
Mrs. Upjohn prided herself it was her
coffee. It was always rich, black and
strong, and she trusted the making
of it to none but her own fair hands.
This is why the visitors in the par
lor, from whose presence she had ex
cused herself for a few moments, dis
tinctly heard through the partly open
door the loud, horrified voice of the
"Fer goodness' sake, ma'am, you're
not goin' to feed the company on the
horrid black stuff you drink yourself,
Just Engaged, Tool
(Why do girls do this sort o' thing?)
He (savagely)-Pah! It's no use ar
guing with a focl.
She (sweetly)-But I wasn't argu
ing with you, dear?
One of the Social Troubles.
"I'm dreadfully worried about Jen
nie," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, she's just learning to write,
and it's impossible to tell whether the
round hand, back hand or the angular
style will be fashionable when she is
ready to 'come out' in society."
Indeed, the problems that beset the
modern mother are more serious than
careless man realizes.
"Say, you!" yelled old Hunks to the
boy next door. "Take your beastly
kite away! You're flying it over my
"Do you own the atmosphere above
your. house?" demanded the boy.
"No, you young hrascal!" snorted
old Hunks. "I don't own any of the
atmosphere, but I owns the space
above my house, all the way up."
Still a Hoodoo.
Imogene-You needn't tell me opals
bring bad luck. The one in my ring
dropped out while I was feeding the
chickens in the back yard the other
day. A hen gobbled it up. We killed
her, and I not only recovered my opal,
but had chicken pie for dinner.
Belinda-Well, it was unlucky for
the chicken, wasn't it?
His Little Joke.
In an effort to push the missive
clear into one of the patent mail
boxes she had got her fingers caught
He watched her efforts to extricate
"Beware," he said, "of the mailed
When she got him home he was sor
ry he had said it.
Stern Father-So you want to marry t
aiy daughter, eh? t
Young Man-You have said it.
Stern Father-What's your salary?
Young Man-Oh, I'm not pa~ticular.
Just give me a trial for three months.
and if I fail to give satisfaction as a
son-in-law you needn't pay me any
New Pop-Ever hear our minister?
Henpeck-Once, and I've always re
gretted it. a
New Pop-Tiresome sermon, eh?
Henpeck-No. He oflciated at my t
Mother-Why, children, what's all
this noise about?
Little Freddy-We've had grandpa
and Uncle Henry locked in the cup
board for an hour, an' when they get a
little angrier I'm going to play going
into the lions' cage.-Spare Moments.
If people stopped to count the mt I
arobes ins ais we u eald often geta
aa uid th ar
DtISOLAIIO MARKS llt
(OURS[ 0 1111! 1
Ones Famous City of Ostia New a Miserable
Little Villagt--Castle of St. Angelo One of the
Chief Sights of Rome.
To make a journey from the Ponte
Molle in the northern suburb of Rome
to Ostia at its mouth or preferably
from the latter ruined city to the for
mer starting point reveals the saddest
part of its long course. There is a
loneliness and absence of life, and
the si-gas of life on its banks between
Rome and the sea which is most
melancholy to look upon.
At Ostia the desolation of the land
and the dreariness of the river as it
goes out to sea,oppress you most forci
bly. The little town that gives a
title to one of the six cardinal bishops
-the highest in dignity of all the
cardinals-is a miserable little village
of little more than 100 inhabitants.
At the entrance to it stands a most
picturesque castle built by the archi
tect, Sangalio, for the warlike Cardi
nal Della Revere, who afterward be
came Pope under the name of Julius
At the beginning of the empire, as
Lanciani notes. when Rome had be
come the center of the trade of the
world and had a population of over
a million souls,. for whose maintenace,
comfort and luxury, the produce of
the whole world was scarcely deem
ed sufficient, the necessity of build
ing a large and safe harbor forced
itself upon the government. And
when you think of all this, and look
now at the ruins of the ancient city,
sliding with a sudden splash into the
yellow waters of the Tiber, block by
block, and that there seems no power
in the hand of man to stay the slow
but constant destruction, the melan
choly of the place comes upon you
again, and you leave Ostia and its
lonely castle and its great memories,
and find something more life-ike in
the Tiber itself.
The Castle of St. Angelo. with the
bridge leading to it is one of the
most characteristic objects of Rome,
and is closely associated with the
noble river. The bridge has been for
centuries the highway from the city
TOMB ON APPIAN WAY.
to the vatican; it was built originally
to lead only to the tomb of the Em
peror Hadrian. now the castle of St.
Angelo. The fate of the bridge in the
middle ages was the same as that of
the castle, and both were frequently
the scenes of fearful struggles and
The castle has been the central
scene of most of the tragedies which
have occurred in the history of Rome
since the fall of the empire till the
present age. The records of the time
are red with the blood shed within
Bridge Over the Tiber.
(St. Peter's in Background.)
and around its walls. The fighting
of factions and the battles of nobles
took place in its vicinity.
Perhaps one of the most miteresting
individuals whose name is associated
with the castle is Beatrice Cenci. A
very fine portrait of a pretty and tear
¶il young woman, the work of Guido
Renl. popularly called "Beatrice
'encl." and now in the Barberini gal
Pry at Rome, has contributed much
make this historical personage
c'ar to the sentimental young folks
ill the world over.
1he was confined in Castle St. An.
ielo. and Big. Bertolotti abowed me
nok of expenes for her mlnte.a
ance. Her autograph signature,
and clearly written, was at the
of the page. She was allowed to
a maid to wait upon her in prl
The chtief items of expenditure whj
impressed me most in this book w
the number of chickens cooked
herself and her maid, and the
ordinary number of candles she
up. The frequency of candles s
ed; the prison must have been
Castle of St. Angelo.
The old towering tomb of the
peror Hadrian that looms above the
Tiber was at times used as a back.
ground for the firework display which
is held by the Italian government oi
the first Sunday of June. When thte
crimson Bengal lights illumint
the walls of this circular fortress i
seemed as if the color was suitabl
to much of its history, which is c
son with bloodshed. And as the
flection of the river showed the same
tint you felt as if the silent waters of
the Tiber were in the vicinity tinted
with the same bloody hue, and that
they hurried away from it into silence
In the desire for improvement the
old picturesque banks of the river at
this part of its course have been su
perseded by a great stone wall. un
compromising and severe, and formal
as is the modern style contrasted witK
the past. The inner court yard of the -
building has all the elegant beauty of 7
a fine scene in a theater, and it is
quite in harmony with its purpose and
The Tiber becomes more beautiful
as you go up the river against
stream. The force of the current is
strong, and there is no tide. One can
accept only with the greatest dife
culty, however, the tale that Cassius
tells in "Julius Caesar," how bhe;, all
equipped as he was, leaped with C
ar into the angry flood to "swim to
yonder point." It must have been
very hard swimming. But in this
bright summer weather the river does
not chafe with her shores as on that
"raw and gusty day" which Cassius
tells of. and the swimmers are sot
burdened with equipments.
At the Pons Milvins, now Pate
Molle, the landscape becomes more
beautiful and attractive: the hill of
Monte Mario rises behind, and away
at a bend of the river is the circular
tower known as "Claude's Tower,"
This name is given to it from Claude
Lorraine. the marvelous painter
sunshine, who has so frequently i1 .
troduced this very tower into his
Over in the far distance are seen
the Sabine mountains rising blue in
the silver haze, with their white shin
ing little towns on their side. Uven
the river itself seems fairer and clear
er here. The history of the neighbor,
hood is not stained so deeply with
warfare and bloodshed, though it was
here that Constantine the Great 4a
fe ated MNaeutius, and then Christy-,
Ity beeame the recognisea relgIo