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TOM'S WISH. "I wlih I amkl i way k, nlwai ulaj, Kfery iniuuto of every day, Juttt aa Iouk as I vr ahull II v!" ijried little Tom Tampla one day. "1M My dollar bill aud my old do Tuik, II Iuevar atpiia Mhould have to workP "Ho, ho! ha, ha!' laughed ToiuN grandpapa I oau Ax that, Kir, with jour pmk1 uiamiua, ilve tue the uW aud your dol'ar hill. Aud 1 pledge you my word you may have your will No more work, hut Juat play, play, play, Kvery minute of every day. "1 guee, mamma," said our Tom that night, "That juat all play isn't well, not Quite So very nice aa I thought 't would be. Because because well, don't you tee, You work, and I ought to help tome too, Because to show how much I love yon I" Our Little One. Little Susie was looking at some pic tures of winged cherub?. Suddenly she said: "Mamma, I wouldn't want to be a cherub." "Why not, dear?" "Humph! leave off all my pretty clothes and wear tedders, like a hen? "Blanch is Ave years old, and she lives in Steubenville, Ohio. The other day an old hen alnmt the place, with two chickens, lost one. Blanche found the dead one,and taking it to her moth er, remarked: "Poor little Aug! it's dead, ain't it? An it's such a pity, too; 'cause it was a twin!" How Birds Fly. You will tind, if vou carefully ex amine a bird's wing, that all the bones and muscles are placed along the front ge, which is thus made very stiff and strong. The quill feathers are fastened in such a way that they point back ward, so that the hind edge of the wing is not stiff like the front edge, but is flexible aud bends at the least touch. As the air is not a solid, but a gas, it has a tendency to slide out from under the wing when this is driven downward, aud of course it will do this at the poiut where it can escape most easily. Since the front etge is stiff and strong, it retains its hollow shape, and prevents the air from slid ing out in this direction, but the pres sure of the air is enough to bend up the thin, flexible ends of the leathers at the hinder border of the wing, so the air makes it escape there, aud slides out backward. The weight of the bird is all the time pulling it down towaid the earth , so at the samejtitne it slides out upward and backward past the bent edge of the wing, the wiug itself, and with it the bird, slides for ward and downward off from the con fined air. It is leally its weight which causes it to do this, so that the state ment that a bird flies by its own weight is strictly true. This is true, also, of insects and bats. They all have wings with stiff front edges and flexible hind edges which bend and allow the air to pass out, so that the flying is nothing but sliding down a hill made of air. A bird rises by flapping its wings, and it flies by falling back toward the earth and slid ing forward at the same time. At the end of each stroke of its wiug it has raised itself enough to make up for the distance it has lost since the last stroke, and accordingly it stays at the same height and moves forward in a straight line. If you watch the flight of those birds which flay their wings slowly, such as the wood-fefter, you can see them rise and fall, and will have no trouble in seeing that their path- is not really a straight line, but is made up of curves; although most birds flap their wings so rapidly that they have no time to fall through a space great enough to be seen. Birds also make use of the wind to aid them in flight.and by holding their wings inclined like a kite, so that the wind shall slide out under them, they can sail great distances without (lap ping their wings at all. They are sup ported, as a 1 1-1 per kite is, by the wind, which is continually pushing against their wings, and sliding out I nek. ward and downward, thus lifting or holding up the bird, and at the same time driv ing it forward. The birds are not compelled to face the wind while they are sailing, but by changing the position of the wings a little they can go in whatever direc tion they wish, much as a loy changes his direction in skating by leaning a little to one side or the other. Some birds are very skillful at this kind of sailing, and can even remain station ary for some minutes when there is a strong wind; and they do this without flapping their wings at all. It is a dif ficult thing to do, and no birds but the most skillful flyers can manage it. Some hawks can do it, and gulls and terns may often be seen practicing it when a gale of wind is blowing, and they seem to take great delight in their power of flight. Shooting Stars. You must not forget to look for the great meteoric shower which is due every year on the night of the 13th of November. These shooting stars are small cosmical bod ies. Thev are supposed by some to be the fragments of a shattered world They revolve in vast numbers arouad the sun in an orbit of their own, and twice a year on the 13th of November and the 10th of August they become visible, by passing with planetary ve locity through the upper regions of our atmosphere The Question Stated: If corn should rise, Hit tradesman will cry eut If it should not, the farmers wl l, I doubt; Ho, whether It may rise or fall, 'its plain, In either case 'twill go against the grain. A pirate chief has been creating commotion at Ningpo and its waters He is said to have come within seven miles of the town and levied blackmail freely. He doesn't care for the Chi nese gun intats and has had several en gage men ts with them. Lately a re ward of $5,000 has been offered for the pirate's head. An encounter took place September 15 near Ningpo between the Chinese gun boat and the pirates. Up wards or zuo pirates wore slain or drowned themselves, nine were captur ed alive, about 0 escaped, 11 pirate boats were taken. The pirates were in shallow water and the gun boats were unable to get near them but lowered boats and fought in them. A Connecticut four-year-old. spying the gray hairs on his mother's head, said, "Oh, mamma, you've got a lot of basting-thread in your hair." The Owosso Times. VOL. III. TWO VISIONS. Where close the curving mouutains drew To clasp the stream In their em brace, With every outline, curve, and hue Hetlacted in ita placid face. The plowman stopped his team to watch The train, as swift it thundered by; Some distant glimpse of lite to catch, Be strains his eager, wistful eye. The morniug freshness lies on blm, Just wakened from his balmy dr?ains; The traveler, begrimed and dim, Think longingly of mountain streams. Oh, for the joyous mountain air, The fresh, delightful autumn day Amoug the hills! The plowman there Must have perpetual holiday! And he, as all day long he guides His steady plow, wi b patient hand, Thinks of the flying train that glides Into seme new, enchanted land, Wben, day by day, no plodding round Wearies the frame aud dulls the mind Where life thrills keen to sight and sound, With plows and f arrows left behind. Even so. to each, the untrod ways of life are touched by fancy's glow, That ever sheds Its brightest rays Uuon the oath we do not know! Agues Af. Machar, in November Century. ENGAGED TO BOTH. OB HOW THE TANGLE WAS STRAIGHT ENED. Dick Powers dropped his letter with a groan. It tell by tne sine or its long, slim envelope by the table. The en velope bore upon its back the faint impression or. a dove noiaing in its bill a floating ribbon, upon the ends of which was written, in a quaint, but iine little hand, the direction, 'To Mr. Richard Powers.' Again the young man groaned, throwing his arms on the table and hiding his distressed face in his sleeve. The other o cupant of the room sat with his heels on the window-sill and his chair tilted back at a fearful angle. He smoked, raised his eyebrows, looked at his miserable companion, and then went on smoking. The letter, half folding upon its lady like creases, lay face upward, and the lines betrayed the same quaintly girlish handwriting, all the down strokes primly shaded, each capital faneily twirled: 'Dear Richard,' it began, Quakerishly, and it said, tearfully, ! haven t heard fr m you for so long. There was a touch of tenderness in every sentence, and a something that old how simple the writer must have been. Somehow it all gave rise to a picture of a sun-bonnet and a calico aress, a pair 01 timidly anectionate eyes, and a peaked chin with a dimple n it. On the next page the letter went on plaintively: 'uranupa isn i very well since he had the sickness last win ter, and when he coughs so it shakes him all over. And oh! Richard, I'm afraid he is never going to be well again. Wouldn't it be dreadful to have him die and me alone without you r men tonoweaa weann oi con fide ice in the words, 'But if grandpa should die, 1 should come straight to ou, and oh, how happy we would be then, wouldn't we'r' Wandering on in this loving strain till the end of the third page, the letter elosed with: Affectionately, your own Marthy.' Ry-and-by the young- man in the tilted chair, eyeing his friend medita tively, said: our letter don t seem to make you happy, somehow, Dick.' Oh, ah! if you could only know what villain I am!' was the rejoiner in a muffled tone from the folds of his sleeve. At this one eyebrow went up and one came down- 'Well, it's very like ly.' He looked lazily through a win dow at a group of loungers before the lotel opposite, aud then contained in differently: 'What's it all about, any how ?' Just read that!' was the reply, as Dick passed 'affectionately, your own Marthv's' letter toward him. Fisher read the letter through care- fally. 'I should say this was a very sweet little girl, he remarked musing iy. 'So she is, so she is! said Dick, straightening up. 'She s just the sweet est and most coniiding little thing in the world, is Marthy. That s what hurt me so. She hasn't a doubt that I'm as true as blue, because she's truth all the way through herself. Aud I'm worse than a brute I am, A I If the state ot aifairs which now dawns upon me dimly is as it seems, I rather think you are myself. Confound it! You're so hanged cool it riles me,' said Dick, blushing. Must imagine yourself in my place for an in stant. Six years ago, when I was nineteen, I first fell in love, and I've been doing it ever since with decent intervals between. Little Mary was fifteen, a little wild rose, Vermont girl, just as shy and as sweet and unsophis ticated as that letter, and all her other letters seem to say she is, yet I feel like a boy of nineteen in love with her again to talk about it to you. Like the great calf that I was, with a dollar in my pocket, and no prospects ahead of me, I up and told her how I felt one day in the spring, when the grass was so green, and the birds were singing so loud I had to tell sometmng to some body. She looked up to me for a mo ment with such a smile full of tears coming into her eyes, and such a milk'-and-rose blHsh glowing upon her cheeks, and I just took her right in my arms then and kissed her as I'd been longing to do ever since I first met her, six weeks before. Ever since that she has considered herself engaged to me.' A precocious youngster you were at nineteen I must say, and a ripe ac quaintance it must have been that rooted, blossomed and fruited In six weeks.' Well, make fun as you please,' an OWOSSO, swered Dick, gloomily; 'you have the whole story, and you can't think worse of me than I do of myself. No, Dick, I haven't by any means all the story yet. As you're twenty five, I suppose this little girl, now twenty-one, has been for six years hoping and trusting in you. Very like ly she's never permitted herself another lover. Why, it's pathetic! Every year she has thought, maybe, you would come back; she has never had a suspicion of you; she has dreamed about you an 1 prayed about you. It's a burning shame! And look at you, violently attached to every pretty girl you see, riding with them, two at a time, dancing with them, making love to them, and dressing like a dandy when you ought to be in the Green mountains, wearing butternut and car rying Marthy's milk-pail.' Dick groaned in anguish of spirit. And I've always told her 1 couldn't afford to come after her quite yet. Give it to me, you can't hit too hard; but, oh! do help me out of this scrape.' 'Help you out? Well, 1 should think you'd be glad to be in it. Just to think of that little Vermont blossom, tasting like cream and maple sugar, I'll war rant, if blosfoms ever do taste; just think of her dropping down any minute among all the furbelows, the frizzes, the paints and the powders of the ladies in our set!' Oh, Lord! Al. don't harrow up a fellow so. I don't believe you imagine yet how deep I'm in for it. There's Kate Richardson, now, when you talk about flowers; she's a tiger lily; she's a rpd cactus; she s a tea rose; she s mag nificent; she's gorgeous; she's radiant. Al. Fisher can't you ' see how I love her V And she?' the question was like a flame springing from a bed of coals. Well, I just thought I never was so in love in my life. I wasn't sure about her: but one night a month ago 1 was carried away. I forgot all about Marthy, and I asked her to marry me. By George! she said she would, and I should have been too happy altogether if, after mv first transport, little Marthy hadn't occurred to me again. Now I'm engaged to both of them, don't you see, and it s a deuce ot a mess, l wouldn't give up Kate if 1 could, and I don't see how I could give up Marthy if I would.' A silence fell between the two then. in which the tailing ot a cigar asu might have echoed, and the twilight, stealing down, came like a veil over silence. It was fully six months later when Kate Richardson walked into a sleep ing-car at Omaha, followed by baggage and a porter. Her step was so quick and confident, her accoutrements were so appropriate, and the porter followed her with so deferential an air. that the passengers, making themselves com fortable on either side ot the aisle, looked after her with great respect for her style. 'Very common sort of peo ple; shan't make the acquaintance of any of them,' Miss Richardson thought as she observed them in a glance with out seeming to. She paused near the middle of the car. 'Put my things here,' she said to the porter. 'I have the whole section, and you may pile them all on the front seat.' She sat down upon the back seat, and spread her skirts comfortably, took out her silk handkerchief and wiped her lips, sighed as enduring a penance, smoothed tne collar or ner ulster, and thought what a bore cross ing the continent Avas. The prominent setting of a ring visible under her glove made one fore-finger noticable. and it might have l;een tenderness or not. but she placed her elbow on the arm of the seat and rested her lips up on it. In the mean time the car was rapid ly filling. There was much talk between pas sengers and porter, and troni her square of window she could see piles of trunks being carted forward. By- and-by the cars gave a little shake and quiver, as if rousing; then a jerk, a dizzy, gliding motion, and then Miss Richardson became conscious that some one spoke to her. It was a voice that was apology itself as it said: 'O, if you please, ma'am, it's a mistake, and I've made so many mistakes,' and it was almost a cry for help, it had color in its cheeks and its lips, a little, little mouth, and a shy light in its hazel eyes. It carried a portmanteau, and the porter towered over all with a pat ronizing air. Miss Richardson was disturbed. 'But porter,' said she, ! had engaged the wnole of this section. I don't want anyone in with me; I shall have no place for my things.' The hazel eyes were turned piteous- ly upon her, but the voice was tinged with a bit of dignity, albeit touched with tears, as it answered: 'Nevei mind; perhaps there's another half section unoccupied.' lheyaint no other, 'thout It s a gentleman s in the lower berth, if you don't mind that, miss,' snid the porter. The distressed face was a picture. Oh, very well,' Miss Richardson i terposed in a bored tone; 'I suppose I shall be able to mauaue, and I dare say we shall be comfortable enough.' The portmanteau was placed as snug neighbor to the stylish traps in the iront seat, and the little woman made herself quite small in the corner furthest from her grand companion, never so much as attempting to steal a irlance from the window monopol ized by Miss Richardson's elbow. But presently she leaned toward Miss Rich ardson and touched her shoulder sott ly, 'I'm very much obliged to you, said she. ffTatefully, 'and I'm sure I MICH., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1881. shan't incommode you any more than I can help.' Miss Richardson made her a gracious reply, and became interested in her book. At length she yawned, and closed it. The afternoon was rich in billowy green and stretching plain, and across the green level the day was mellowing away to its close, the sunlight falling upon it like winnowing grain. Miss Richardson felt the timid aud confid ing little touch again upon her arm, and turned to meet with her handsome eyes the wistful, apr 'ding ones look ing toward bet. 'Would you let me go into the din ing-room to dinner with you.' asked the flute voice with a tremble, of ap prehension in it. 'Oh, yes, said Miss Richardson, smiling, 'I'd just as lief you would as not. Oil! thank you so much,' was the reply, after a breath of relief. 'I should never have courage to go m and eat alone. The waiters are in such hurrv, and I don't know where to sit, and I never can find my own car when 'm ready to come back.' So was that Miss Richardson came to have charge, aud, somehow so much clinging timidity opposed to her own independence seemed a sort of bond. Before the second day was out she had given her dainty and pretty companion a petting tap or two, short and contented laughter rippled up between them, confidential under tones of talk passed from one to the other, and finally Miss Richardson leaned forward and said: I haven't any idea what your name is. i think it ougiit to oe rosy, though.' And the small w oman smiled as she answered, 'It isn't though, it's Marthy Marthy Fairchild.' And then the magnificent, gorgeous radiant Kate replied, just as she would have caressed a bird; "Ah! and I shall call you Marthy, then shall I not?" Not one dim thought ot warning had she, not a single swift feeling of recoil, not one idea that she was hugging to her heart a rival she who held sway among men with waltz, and tete a-tete, and repartee. But under the feet of those who tread volcanoes the ground will some times break; one can not forever walk on the edge of the precipice; thin ice will part. They were sitting side by side, as usual, one evening; the window framed a calm, mild star. Sitting so silently, how stiange if they had known each was saying over the same. The star was shining kindly shining and twink ling like an eye mildly shrewd, mid then it gave place to another and an other, till the night sky seemed shaken lull with a lustered dust. Presently Miss Richardson began to hum a little, in her soft contralto, and Marthy's bird-like soprano took it up like a car ol, under a breath. The men under the dull lamp in the further end of the car held their fingers on their cards for a moment, and the fretful baby ceased its crying. Two women hushed gossiping, and stared, and under pre tense of a flare, the passing porter turned down the llame in a lamp while he stopped to listen. 'Marthy,' said Miss Richardson, very gently, 'where did you learn that? It is such an old-fashioned, sentimental thing. I shouldn't won der if it had been a love song in 1776.' Oh, yes, I shouldn't wonder if it had. 1 learned it way back in Ver mont oh, how far that seems now! I used to sing it with Richard but that seems only yesterday, though it lias been years and years. I've never told you of Richard, have I? His name is Powers, and it is he I'm com ing to California to meet. A long, long time ago, wheu I was such a little girl I scarcely remember it, some kind of sickness broke out, and mother and father took it and died. I can just see mother lying with a white flower in her hand as they closed the coflin-lid, and then in a day or twosome woman said she wondered what was to be done with me. Somehow or other I got to grandpa's in among the hills, and the cows that gave me a liviug. Grandpa was just my mother to me over again, and there I stayed and was so happy with him. 1 nave always been a little girl, and I never shall be mything else. When I am an old woman it seems as though I shall still be a little girl. How it all came about I never could imagine, but it was just as the flowers came up in the spring, and is the fruit gets ripe in the fall. Grandpa said one morning he should have a young man come to help me with the milking, and before night I knew Richard; and, somehow, I think I must have been ripening ready to know him, for my heart was all open to hiiu from the first. He came up to me when it was twilight, and said he, Good evening, Marthy, and then 1 seemed to fall into a flutter, and to feel that he seemed to know it. Oh! I never can tell how Richard seemed to me. Every night alter that, as 1 went alonir the meadow path, he came and said, Mtood evening Marthy' just so; and I took to listen ing so hard for his coming that my he irt hurt me, and beat in ray hps and cheeks, and all the time grandpa never knew. One dav the skv was so blue and the air was so sweet I was certain that something was going to happen, and whether it was the birds singing or my heart beating out a rhythm, I do not know, but in a moment 1 seemed to be standing amonff the flowers, for Richard had taken me in his arms.' Oh, life had just begun to me then and not one day since, not even the day grandpa died, has been all sorrow though dark days there have been, too for in a few weeks more ray Richard went awav, so that by and by he could marry his bud of a girl' that's what he always called me! Oh, how tender and true he is! What a grand place his heart is to live in! What a little queen he has crowned me! His letters have been so loving and so sweet that one never came without carrying me through the space of heaven; and they were such sorry liltle ones 1 could write in answer. So many noble wo men must have loved him. But he loved his little Marthy all the time. Ah, Miss Richardson,' and her earnest reverent tone deepened in its half whisper, 'can you imagine anything at all what I tell you?' 'No' replied Miss Richardson, bitter ly, 'for there is no romance, not one grain of it, in my life. The romance 1 had was spoiled just a short time ago Keep your faith in Richard Marthy, but I have none left for man. l ou must go on now let me know the rest.' I would rather die than lose my faith in Richard," said Marthy trem ulously. "There is such little mere to tel 'she went on then; "all the time his letters told he could not afford to come; lie was waiting in Hopes, and oh, if the time was to him as to me, then to both it was dreary, dreary waiting And grandpa began to fret; he wanted to see me married before he died. But one day, a month ago, he died, and left me alone with the cows. Then, to show Richard how much I yet loved him, and how little I cared whether he was rich or poor, I wrote him a glad letter, that 1 was coming to him at last. And, oh, I am coming soon, soon. When I reach the end of my journey, there he will be to take me home his home. I can almost see him now, so glad to find me again.' She was mov'ng restlessly about like the wind, and her hands were winding their fingers about eachothe', her eyes shining, and her chin with its cleft pointing into a ray of the moon. 'I think 1 know your Richard,' said Miss Richardson, ty and by. "He is a tall, handsome man, with blonde eyes and hair, and a pleasant, bright way with him. You know I live in Sacra mento, too." In a few minutes the portei came along again, and Miss Richardson gaveq orders to have only the lower berth made, 'for we will sleep together to night, Marthy,' she said, quietly. So Jill night she lay awake, with her arms around little Marthy. All the night long, thinking and thinking, she lay with the sweet breath of the trust ing child woman falling on her left hand the hand that was now shorn of its sparkling ring. 'I love him. too,' she cried to herself, suddenly, then her arm tightened upon the child-heart beating under it, and the throb ran through her like an appeal for mercy. The cars tramped into and through the night, by and by morning came, as fresh and fair as though Kate Richardson had not made a sacrifice the night before. When the train pulled into the depot at Sacramento, Miss Richardson espied Dick Powers waiting, and by his side was Al Fisher. He was haggard aud in distress; he was thin, and had grown five years older than when she left him two months before. He saw her, too, and ran along by the window grasping the hand she held out to him. Oh, Kate! Kate!'he pleaded implor ingly. She went to the door to meet him, and drew him along the aisle. "Dick, here is Marthy,' said she. lie looked at the wild rose blooming so sweetly for him, and, as he saw the hazel eyes brimming up with drops, the falling corners of the shy mouth quiv ering, the old, sweet beauty grew upon lim again, and a hungry smile dawned in his eyes. 'Oh, Marthy! little Marthy: he mur mured. At last, dear Richard, at last!' she cried, and he gathered her IB his arms. Al Fisher took Miss Richardson home, and she was gravely polite and smiling all the way. But it was two years before she allowed him to draw the last drop of oitterness out or her heart; and, even then, she gave the last kiss before her marriage to Baby Marthy. Powers would never think or calling hev any other name besides Kate Rich ardson. Belgravia Magazine. Sailing Vessels Again in De mand. Hie demand ror wooden sail ing ships is, strange to say, reviving. The Germans are in the market ior old vessels.but it is stated can find but few It is reported that there is ubw but one wooden sailmg vessel for sale along our eastern coast. This will prove a mat ter of surprise to many who imagined the days of sailing vessels, especially when built of wood, were numbered There is, however, an increasing de mand for wooden and iren sailing ves sels of the larger class for long voyages to Australia. India, California and otn er jxnnts, on account of the general re vival of business, i or tnese long voy ages sailing vessels have still generally the preference. How Women Remember Tins is the way one of the ladies who belonged te the Atlantic Monthly s contributors club remembers things: "Gen. t orres was buried the day mv new hat came home. Haves was inaugurated the spring I made over my old silk. Dick ens died when Jennie was a baby. Lin coin was killed when Mary was sleep ing. The civil war broke out when Sallie was cutting her teeth. The king of Spain was born the year I was mar ried. Texas is nowthegreat cotton raising state of the Union. The early exhaust ior of the Maryland and Virginia oyster beds is predicted NO. 26. FROM WASHINGTON. CONFIRMATIONS. John L. Beveridge, assistant United States treasurer, and Sydney R. Hatch, surveyor at Port Jefferson, N. Y.; Frederick Kefler, pension agents ndian apolis; M. C. Elstner, United States at torney for the western district of Lou isiana; Charles Payson, Massachusetts, charge d'affaires, Denmark; consuls general, Ferdinand Vogeler, Ohio, Frankfort; Simon Wolf of district of Columbia, Cairo; consuls, Silas P. Hub bell, New York, St. John, Que.; Geo. W. Roosevelt. Pennsylvania, Bordeaux; Jesse II. Moore. Illinois. Callao: Charles Kahlo, Indiana, Sydney; J. A. Leonard, Minnesota, Leith; John T. I lilies, ii i Tennessee, Tripoli; Volney W. Smith, Arkansas. St. Thomas, and Wm. P. Pierce, Georgia, Cienfuegoes; collectors of customs, John B. Tibbets, district of New London, Connecticut; Charles T. Osburn, district of Superior, Michigan; surveyors general, Jacques A. Gla, Louisiana; John S. Harris, Montana; register of wills, district of Columbia, Hiram J. Ramsdell. The Senate adjourned sine die, the President having announced that he had no further nominations to make until the regular session in December. The usual departure of clerks who go home to vote is encouraged by the example of the President. They have ten days leave of absence, with pay con tinued, and reduced fare on the rail roads. The occasion is improved to make a home visit, by many who would not care to leave their places to vote. The report of Gen. Hazen, of the signal service, claims progress and im provement in methods, more relia ble forecasts in weather reports, and preparation for extended service. The reports of approaching river floods have saved much property. The cotton, sugar and orange interests have aho been to some extent warned and pro tected. Greater attention will be paid to storms and their progress, giving all classes warning to prepare for their coming. THE STAR ROUTE CASES. The argument upon the information in the Star Route cases was begun in the criminal court at Washington Nov. 3d. The defense claimed that suit should have begun by indictment by the grand jury, based upon sworn evi dence, aud not upon information aud belief of officers, without sworn facts. The entire court day was occupied by the defense ia presentinar this line of argument. the r. s. treasurer's RETORT. The report of United States Treasur er Giltillan for the fiscal year ended une 30, 1881, shows an increase in the receipts over those for 1880 from every source. Increase in customs, $11,637, 611; internal revenue, $11,255,011 ;sales of public lands, $1,185,356; miscellane ous sources, $3,177,702; total increase, $27,255,681, which, added to the net reduction of $6,930,070 in expendi tures, makes the increase in the sur plus revenues, $34,185,751, The net revenues were $360,782,292, and the net expenditures $260,712,887; excess of receipts over payments, $100,069, 404; of which $90,872,261 was expend ed in the redemption of the public debt. The balance in the treasury increased $48,667,603, from $203,791,321 at the beginning, to $252,458,925 at the end of the fiscal year. The amount expended on account of interest and premium on the public debt ran down from $98,552,895 in 1880 to $83,569,989, a reduction of $14,- 982,905. The balance standing to the credit of the disbursing officers and agents of the United States with the various offices ot the treasury June 30, 1881, was $24,936,307. The receipts for the fiscal year on account of the Postolllce Department were $39,757,- 664, and expenditures $38,544,935, of which amounts $24,702,703 were re ceived and expended directly by post masters. The unavailable funds of the treasury are $29, 52 1,632, an Increase since the last report by reason of the taking up of certain items previously earned m cash. A NEW STATE. A bill is being drawn for the admis sion ot Dakota as a state, and it is thought likelv to pass conirress at the approaching session. MRS. OHRISTIANCY AND THE HACKMAN. When Mrs. Chnstiancy was con fronted with the hackmau. Bland, he swore positively that she was the wo man whom he drove to the hotel and back to 311 D. street on Christmas day. 1879. This is a point upon which Mr C. relies fo establish his case. It is difficult to realize the enormous power of the bright speck, J upiter, shin- mg so quietly in the sky. A writer lias shown that the power which the sun has to put forth to hold Jupiter in his orbit is equal to the combined strength of 170.000.000 bars of solid steel, each one a mile in diameter. Ju piter's pull upon the earth, according to the same authority, is equal to the strength of 23,000,000,000 bars of steel each of them one foot in diameter. So if the mere power of gravity were all that was required to make Jupiter s approach dangerous to the earth, evi dently he is not lacking in the power. But no one need fear that the sister hood of worlds which acknowledge the domination of the sun will prove equal ly destructive. A cynical old bachelor says it is called courtship, because it is so often followed by shipwreck. Are rivers sluggish when they don't leave their beds V Cambridge Tribune. HE SAYS THE LORD 18 MANAGING HIS CASE WITH OONSUMATB ABILITY. At the time of his arraignment, Gui teuu produced a paper from his pocket which he wished to read, but was pre vented by the court. The paper which Guiteau intended to read was as fol lows: If the court please, 1 wish to say that I have been terribly vilified by the press, and it has made some persons bitter and impulsive against me. On Oct. 6, the New York Herald published seven columns from my autobiography, which I expect to issue soon in a book. Aside from the impertinent statements that I am a creature of the greatest vanity and that I crave notoriety, which are absolutely false, and similar un kind statements, 1 am indebted to the reporter and the Herald for giving me so fair a hearing. I plead not guilty to the indictment, and my defense is three-fold. "1. Insanity, in that it was God's act and not mine. The Divine pressure on me to remove the I 'resident was so enormous that it destroyed my free agency, and therefore I am not legally responsible for my act. 2. The President died from mal practice. About three weeks after he was shot his physicians, after a careful examination, decided that he would re cover. Two months after this official announcement he died. Therefore, I say he was not fatally shot. If he had been well treated he would have recov ered. 3. The President died in New Jer sey, and, therefore, beyond the juris diction of this court. This malpractice and president's death in New Jersey are special providences, and I am bound to avail myself of them on my trial in justice to the Lord and myself. I un dertake to say that the Lord is manag iug ray case with consummate ability, and that be had a special object in al lowing the President to die in New Jersey. His management of this case is worthy of Him as the Deity, and I have entire confidence in his disposi tion to protect me and send me forth to the world a free and vindicated man. He uttered His voice,' says the Psalm ist, 'and the earth melted.' This is the God 1 served when I sought to remove the President. The Lord and the peo ple do not seem to agree in this case. The people consider the President's re moval an unbearable outrage and me a dastardly assassin, and they prayed the Lord to spare the President. For nearly three months the Lord kept the President at the point of death, and then allowed him to depart, thereby confirming my act. The mere fact of the Presidents death is nothing. All men have died, and all men will die. Gen. Burnside died suddenly about the time the Pres ident did. The President and Gen. Burnside were both splendid men, and no one regrets tneir departure more than I. The President died from mal practice, and Gen. Burnside from apo plexy. Both were special providences, and the people ought to quietly submit to the Lord in the matter. The Presi dent would not have died had the Iord not have wished him to go. i have no conception of it as murder, or as an assassination. I had no feeling of wrong-doing when I sought to remove him, because it was God's act. and not mine, for the good of the American people. 1 plead not guilty to the in dictment Thanksgiving Day. The Thanksgiving festival has now become a national holiday. The ob servance of the day has not yet become universal, but it is extending, and bids fair, before many years, to beeome an annual social feature in every Ameri can home. It is now but three months less than two hundred and fifty years since the first ThanksgivingDay was observed on American sou. The Massachusetts Company removed to Boston on the 17th of September, 1630. Gov. Win throp, writing to his wite, who was stiil in England, at the end of November in that year, said, "We are in a paradise." A few weeks later, starvation stared the colony in the face. In Charlestown, the people, so the town records ten us. were necessitated to live on clams and muscles and ground-nuts and acorns." The Governor, brave-hearted and hope ful as he was, "had the last batch of bread in the oven," and was seen giv ing the last handful of meal in the bar rel unto a poor man distressed by the wolf at the door. A day was appointed for general hu miliation "to seek the Lord by fasting and prayer." Nothing had been heard of the ship sent home six months be fore to fetch provisions. Just as tne colony was on the verge of despair, the ship arrived m Boston Harbor, tne nay of fasting was turned into one of thanksgiving by order of the Governor and Council, and was accordingly cele brated on the 22d of February. 1631. In November of the same year, an other day of thanksgiving was observ ed on the arrival of the same ship, and since then a similar festival has been held with great regularity. The cus tom did not spread beyond New Eng land until during the Civil War. Pres ident Lincoln was the first to pro claim a day of National Thanksgiving. In New England, where the day is a public and legal holiday, it is an occa sion of family feasting and good cheer. To those who have been accustomed to it from childhood, it is the merriest day in the year. Elsewhere, it is wholly overshadowed by Christmas. The idea is the same in both cases. The day is devoted by the devout to thanksgiving and praise to God for his mercies, and by all to happy meetings and joyful feasting. The woman who paints her cheeks on a sea voyage, sails under false colors. An Irish member of Parliament once said that "a man can't stand on nothing unless he's a bird." A man who was too poor to indulge in any luxuries other than children was presented by a loving wife with triplets three boys and he sought for some family to adopt them. A gentleman was inclined to take one of them, but his good wife rather objected. They were talking it over before their little eight-year old daughter, who said: Why don't you take one of them, ma? or don't you want to break the setP '