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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 1, 1889-STXTEEN PAGES.
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WOMEN OF THE METI10P0LIS
One of Them Very Neatly Traps a Famous
Clergyman, Who Is Also an Editor.
A Scries of Statements, to Vhich, if Desired,
Salt 31a Be Applied, About the Alleged
Drinking Hatiti of New York Women.
Corrttpondence of th Indianaxio" Journal.
New Yokk. Nov. DO. A new - accusation
ia made against tho Fifth-avenue girl, and
1 am afraid that she ia guilty. She is
charged with loudness. Not ina Yocal way
while in the street, nor in dress at any
time, but in raising her voice astonishingly
on the occasions of afternoon teas. Good
nesn knows there ras need enough of soine
thing to enliven thoso afternoon affairs of
innocuous femininity. The assemblages
sipped their tea, nibbled their cake and
swapped their gossip eo quietly that tho
lumber of o tabby cat would not
have been disturbed in thtir midst
But with the beginning of tbe
present winter 6eason, the maidens and
. younger matrons took it into their heads to
whoop things up, and thoy did it by means
of their loud and very rapid speech. Of
coarse, the accompanying laughter had to
be correspondingly heightened and accel
, crated. Go past a Fif th-avenae residence
now when an afternoon tea is in progress
and it ia easy to believe that the house is a
private, Insane asylum, in which the pa
tients have suddenly cone on a rampage
and are being quelled with clubs by their
keepers. I am making no exaggeration.
When New York belles take a notion to do
a thing they do it with all their might, and
sow that they have undertaken to be noisy
on these occasions, they produce pande
monium of chatter in huh C, with shrieks
of exclamations and yells of laughter. The
bronchial train npon these fair vocalists
must be abont as great as that upon tbe
car-drams of the hearers, and so I don't
think that the curious fashion will last
long, but at present it is the most startling
thing in our city region of advanced fash
. ionablene&a.
A verbil fad of our girls ia to demurely
entice a man into a jocone ambush. I can
Lest make this plain by narrating an actual
.instance. Pastor Abbott, of Plymouth
Church, seems to have saved out of the im
mense Beecher congregation enongh people
to constitute an ordinarily prosperous
church, and his delayed installation has at
last been arranged. You may have read
that the Be v. Drs. Storrs and Taylor, most
eminent of metropolitan divines in the
same denomination, havo been left out of
the proposed proceedings. That was be
cause those two reverend gentlemen had, in
the days of the Beecher scandal, declared
their belief in bis guilt, and tho Plymouth
lovers of Beecher, particularly tbe women,
right loyally support their dead idol's repu
tation. Bnt I was going to merely give an
incident of the meeting in which the pro-
gramme of the installation was reported
and hied. A bright but very quiet girl said
: to Pastor Abbott as he stood in the midst of
a group 'after the meeting: "Can you tell
me how to get a sure thing in tossing a
coini" .
'I don't exactly understand you' the
' 2 isnified clergyman answered.
"I mean bow can I know whether to cry
'hvad or 'tail' when the coin fails and be
fore looking!"
am sure 1 do not know."
. 'Then I will tell yon. Cot a slight notch
in the edge of the coin, and let some one
epin it on a smooth surfaced table. Sup
pose the notch is on tho head side. Cf the
coin cornea down with a prolonged
whir-rr-rr it has fallen head uppermost.
If it drops suddenly with a whir flop, it
lias falkn tail up' The girl vivaciously
gesticulated to show how the coin should
be flipped between the finger. Then she
added, casing naively np into Abbott's
face: MJ know that must be a snre thing
because yon put it into the Christian
Union." '
Abbott didn't think so, but bad to admit
it when she brought out a clipping from
the religious paper which he edits. It is
true that the directions about the coin
-were contained in an article on juvenile
prestidigitation, but that didn't hurt the.
girl's joke.
Somehow, we can't begin to keep tho fol
lies of dress confined to our sex. Nor are
our rivals in foolishness the dudes only.
What do yon say, on the first impulse, np
on reading my assertion that the govern
ment of the United States officially sanc
tions tight corsages for men. Well, it is
true. More than that. Uncle Sam abso
lutely enforces npon thousands of young
men the wearing) of such waist compres
sors. Tbe victims are nearly grown boys.
In other words, they are at the finally
formative age at which, in girls, tight lac
ing is regarded as most injurious. The fel
lows thus officially made wasp-waisted are
the military cadets at West Point. 1 had
heard of this, and upon meeting General
hchofleld 1 asked him about it. . lie re
ferred me. laughingly and yet with a seri
ous tone, too. to Surgeon James IL Pilcher,
who had lately been detailed to report up
on the question of changes in the cadet
uniform.
"It is true." the Surgeon repliad, "that
the cadets are compressed just abont the
rame that women are by tight lacing.
Their corsets are their coats." In order to
test tho sensations experienced while wear
ing the coatee, which must be tight to in
. sure a fit, one of the members of the board
pnt on the coat of a cadet the circuxnfer
coc of whose chest was the same as his
own. At first it seemed hardly possible to
brfng the edges of tho coat together, but
nfUr availing himself of tho instructions of
the owner of the garment, who practiced
upon him the manteuvcrs customary among
the exsdets in getting into tho coat, he was
able L fasten it about him.
"Dm tou really mean to say," I asked,
"that ine cadets are so tightly encased as
to be dformed by itT"
"Well. 1 should hardly Bko to call anv-
thiutr a Asformity which shaped a man's
waist likv a woman's, but I can give you
the facts as 1 shall surely embody them in
iu y report. Discomfort to the extent of
actual paint was experienced, particularly
at the level of the ninth rib, which was
pressed inward, although tho amount of
compression was greatest at the waist The
chest movements were greatly impeded and
confined, while thoracic and, in particular,
abdominal respiration was markedly lim
ited. The lower ribs are compressed," and a
deformity of the thorax is produced which
frequently requires several years of com-lnou-snse
apparel before tho elasticity of
the young man's frame can entirely correct
it. In order to ascertain beyond question
whether the alleged pressure of theso coata
actually existed or not, and. if so. to what
extent, girth measurements were made of
ff teen members of the graduating class
chosen at random, at the chest and waist,
both over the coat aud about tbe body.
There measurements showed that thero
was an average compression of an inch and
a halt"
Much has been written in the way of
women's indnlgercea as tipplers, and so I
have made an investigation quite thor
ough aa far as it went and certainly inter
esting. In all New York there is no better
field for studying the liquor question than
at a certain cudy store in Madison Square
hVn a jnd of sweets cannot be bought
under $L5, and where every customer is
regarded as an heiress in reality or expec-
t i 1 i rr Aflininitifrtfio nfr. t1m..1... i
the lunch-room, a spacious apartment car
peted in crimson velvet and waiefscotted
with mahogany panels, where, at round
tables, all manner of light and delicious
refreshments are served, and where fashion
and beauty congregate to sip and nibble
over tho gossip ot tho day. On the
back of the menu card is the bever
age list, including all the popular mixed
drinks, w ines. cordials and liqueurs dear to
the palate of the go a r mot. home of the
women call for a luucheon first, and some
- are brave enough to order atouco a cock
tail, an egg-coc a Tom-and-Jerry or a
Jmnch. with a plate of sweet cake or biscuit
fthe crowd i largo the women are dis
creet, and. while one sips a cock-tall from a
tnr, another will pour her cherry from a
- tiuorhcxchampacne-cuplroma
tea-pot At otTd hour it is not uncommon
to see. beauty, with a straw in her mouth,
looking into the depths of a peppermint
punch far from innocuous, or an ice-lloit-lug
cobbler of insidious proportion?.
Jut tho tioie spout over these for
bidden draughts depends entirely upon the
strength of the drinker. The novices, who
want to bo nanght3, and don't know how
to go about it, get Hushed and drowsy, and
drain several goblets of ice-water to regain
composure, while the habitue taken her
ambrosial in sips aud a full hour for her
"visions." Tho effects in both cases are
recognized by incessant giggling and gab
bling that ensues, and the pitiable uncer
tainty of their exit from the place. Fancy
drinks with a plate of cako cost 1; cordials
are 05 cents each, and wines vary from Si
to $3.50 per bottle. At a dozen restaurants
where leminine society dines in Empire
gowns you will twist your nec k stiff seareh
ing for tho ttry tabie among tho diners.
The fact is most of the stylish women
drink, although it does not follow that
they get drunk.
But all the dining parlors combined do
not compare with the evil exerted on
society by the wine closet and bullets of
the milliners and dressmakers throughout
the city. It is au open secret current among
the customers of these houses that any
order from a drink of brandy to a dose of
morphine can be had in the fitting-rooms
along Fifth and Madison avenues; and it is
claimed by the medical profession that to
theso very closets is duo the increase of
intemperance among the New York women
of wealth. Order a thirty dollar toque or a
ninety-dollar opera robe of Madam Louiso
and ask for a cracker and a cup of claret,
and as sure as the Hues of an ostrich plume
cnrl you will be accommodated. If
Madam Kate Kelly's litter is slow
and you are tired tell her bo,
and she will withdraw and send you a
tray containing a biscuit and a goblet of
anything you like, from mineral water to
Kentucky whisky. The Misses Walsh, sis
ters, are. millener and dressmaker in one
concern, but their idea dillerou tho ques
tion of prohibition. You might buy out
the little milliner's stock and not get a,
dram of wine, but intimate to the more
cosmopolitan keeper of tho robes as sho
views the trailing reception dress, that you
feel weak or thirsty, and up comes 'hut
tons' with a tray aud a cordial. At Ked
f era's be sure of the most delicious draft
ever poured for a mortal. The tray is ham
mered silver with the unicorn, the coat
of arms of tho house of Ueulph in relief;
etched i is the bowl of the tine crystal gob
et is the thret -plume crest of the Prince of
Wales, and the doyiio is as tine as spun
linen to her Majesty. At Lanolette'n a
luncheon is served every day from 1 till 3,
when engagements are arranged for that
time. In the spread are soda, ginger or
lemon biscuits, olives, cut cake, claret,
sherry, tea and coil'ee. The tea is served iu
the Russian style.but thefaircrcaturespre
fer wine, because to use their own excuse
it is po much neater and so much more
convenient than coffee or tea. While ac
cidents are unknown, every precaution is
taken at one certain shop to avert them,
and unless perfectly reliable Madame is not
permitted to leave the house. One of the
assistants takes her to the reception room,
if the flush does not leave her cheeks at
the time of departure, and a swallow and a
face bath of ice water are given to her. If
necessary, a cab is called and the driver
directed to keep the window open and go
slowly. At 'or the hair dressers, manicure
and kindred beautitiers, who do a score of
things for physical culture, each and every
one has her closet or cooler where a mug of
ale or a glass of wine may bo had lor tho
asking.
The next best place for a drink is at the
bath. For 7. cents one can get boiled,
steamed, stewed, baked or simmered to a
stato of delicious dizziness. At tho Ven
dome and the Russian the fashionablo hour
for a steaming is noou. To get the full
bene lit of the operation it is taken after a
two-meal fast, and through tho skin the
impurities of the syfctera are abstracted.
The washing done with, the belle and her
matroness are laid out, sid by side, in tho
toilet bureau, and covered with a satin
comfortable, but beforo going to sleep the
mulatto girl, who wears nothing but a
couple of shell hair-pins and a white pina
fore, brings iu a caratte of claret or Bur
gundy, a ruulh'n and a breast of Bob white,
after the consumption of which the one-two-hundredth
of McAllister's sot pulls tho
swau8'-dowu over her bhoulder ami goes to
sleep. At 4 o'clock Susan comes in with
their clothes and wraps, from tho otiice
vault to waken them. The "very best peo
ple in society" go through this programme
at leasv ouco every week, and the wine is
served just as it would be in a cafe of Paris
or Marseilles.
Now far drawing-room tippling, for thero
are precious few salons along the Hudson
where wine is dispensed with. Jennie
June's Sunday evenings, where one is sure
to meet a handful of lions or lionesses,
have lost none of their popularity, and the
wine i9 as sparkling as it was twenty-hvo
years ago. With each new arrival a white
capped maid enters the drawing-room with
a tray of tiny wine goblets tilled to the
brim, and after her conies a double bearing
a dish of cut cake, while a brimming bowl
of punch is as much a part of the reception
room furniture as the hydrangia biossoms
that decorate the fender. Mrs. Frank Les
lie's evenings are famous, and to is her rum
punch, kept at hitrh tide in a superb bowl
of carved silver. Mrs. Hicks-Lord has made
a reputation on her punch. She got
the recipe from Home Russian
prince or court official, and. kept
it to herself, vouchsafing noth
ing bnt the fact of its being a bouquet of
cordials. At her crush receptions, two
winters ago, the guests drank it by tho
gallon, and so many men were made silly
and so many ladies bribed tho old wench to
let them "go up stairs for a moment's rest"
in tho guests' chamber that, in self-defense,
Mrs. Lord made the announcement that no
more punch would be served in tho hall.
On the old marquetry dressers he has placed
a frappo service of cameo glass, aud every
Thursday the guests refresh themselves
with a mug of nice, cool lime, minus the
bouquet of liquenrs. mint and wiutenrreen.
At Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt's receptions
her punch is ruby and dangerous, which,
doubtless, accounts for the mere swallow
that Buckingham dips up for the guest.
Clailv Bklle.
Copyright, two
GOOSE BONE AND CORN IICSK.
They Say We'll Have an Open Winter-Cold
Comfort from the Signal OfUce.
Albany Journal.
Tho Journal's cold-wave manipulator and
tornado chaser, anxious to increase his
meteorologist knowledge, and at tho same
time learn wmething about the coming
winter, dropped into the signal oflice on
the tilth and last floor of the government
building, and found Sergeant biuis at bis
desk, evidently in a speculative mood,
wondering whether he ought to send out
cheerful or distressing news bulletins to
the expectant people. It was ascertained
that tho temperature since Jan. 1 of this
year up to date has reached 4& degrees
above the normal for the same period of
t ime. The rain-fall since Jan. 1 up to date
has reached .42 inch above the normal.
Tho meteorological records for the past
past fifteen years show that the mean
annual temperature varies but little from
year to year; consequently tho actual tem
perature for this year must be reduced to
the normal during the coming winter.
This same person noticed during a tourof
inspection of the Stato corn crop some
weeks ago that the corn husks were looe
among the cars. He was informed by au
old resident, who noticed nature's ways
long before the government's observer was
born, that this was an in variable sign ot an
opon winter. The corn husk is fortified by
the goose bone. Tho famous goose-bon'o
prophet of Schoharie couuty,. who has
never been foumi guilty of a fal.se prognos
tit atii n, has taken a bone from a goose that
tirst saw the light of day in the carlv part
of last May. at a timo when the last fro.st
tipped the sunflower and turned tho leaves
of the morning glory.
"its going to be an open winter," cries
tho long-eared prophet of old Schoharie,
with the bone in his baud, "and, moreover,
a milder winter than the last'
ArouLd the shankof the goost bone a row
of dots are found. These are indicative
of temperature. The darker the spots
tho colder the weather. The circular
marks divide the bone into the three win
ter months. Near the point of this particu
lar bone there is a marked discoloration,
showing that the first days of winter will
give decided intimation of the season's
change. Herein does the bono accord
with the deductions from the
meteorological observation that tho
first days of winter will be cold,
lhe goose-boue prophet claims that mild
weather will prevail in all the winter
mouths, and that there will be few days
when the running water will freee. The
coldest weather will beexperienced between
Jan.-i and SI, and the warm, sunny weaiher
will prevail during the tim half of tho
month. Christmas day will be green ami
wet; there will bo au old-time January
thaw; alw one in February, a general thaw
in March, and taring the time when the
young men's folly lightly turns to thoughts
of hi Kasrcr suitwill come early.
These ate the cheerful messages wafted
on the cool ethereal breeze from the fields
of yellow corn, and indicated on tho i never
failing goose-bone hanging by the lireside
of the Schoharie couuty prophet.
What a marked contrast with the cold,
unsympathetic deductions of tho federal
government's paid otiicial. whoso shins are
to be warmed by an occasional blast of
steam through tho regulators in his cozy
olh'ce, for which an appropriation has been
made by Congress, and whose sole ambition
neems to be to record lower temperatures
than the observers who preceded him. 1I
savs the eomuig winter will bo a "corker."
if it is true that nature has intrusted her
secrets to the tasseled coats that deck the
golden ears in tho fields aud to the May
goose, whose hort life has been spent
sporting in the mill pnd and wabbling
through the green fields, ami not to the
weather mixer, who relies solely upon
facts, figures and complicated scientific
instruments, the fond hopes of the project
ors of ice palaces and carnivals this winter
w ill not be realized.
THE GUEATKST LIVING CHIEF.
Joseph, the Nez I'erce, Keviait Civilization
to Tell of the Wrongs of Ills liace.
r.ortlauu Oreponian.
Joseph, tbe noted Nez Perce chief, came
from 'lhe Dalles Sunday morning. He de
cided to come to Portland any way and
make sure of seeiug General Gibbon.
Chief Joseph is a remarkably lino speci
men of a man. He in fully sis feet iu his
moccasins, and weighs about "00 pounds.
He wears a neatly-fitting suit of navy blue,
with United States bras buttons orna
menting the coat. A light-blue silk hand
kerchief, tied iti a bow at the eollar of a
blue flannel shirt, was the only bit of
bright color about him. His features are
very fine, and denote decided character; his
forehead is broad and high, slightly sloping
from a pair of heavy, beetling eyebrows,
above a pair ot piereinir black eyes. His
hair, black and straight, is remarkably
tine for au Indian's, and is glos-y without
bear's grease, lie wears it brushed high
from his forehead, th long ends being
worked into two short braids, which fall in
front of each ear. His hands aud feet are
small and well shaped: of the former ho is
very proud, and spends much time in mani
curing them. His skin is of a light copper
color, aud in the sunlight takes on a beau
tiful reddish hue. He is certainly a A'ery
prepossessing Indian.
in tho course of a conversation held
through Mr. Chapman the old chief said:
"1 am about fort)'-nitie years old. aud live
on tho Coiville reservation with 111 of my
band. Iam very eorry that I did not see
Senator Dawes. 1 wanted to ask him to
give us a school on tLe Nespelem. Our
young bo j-a must b aru to read and write.
"1 cannot talk of understand English; I
don't know why. but I can't get it through
my earn. I want to, but because I did not
learn when 1 was young 1 have to sit hero
in this room and am not able to understand
a word you say,
t "1 am very anxious to get my people to
live in houses, and they want to live that
way aiso. My people are not lazy, but they
don't kuow how to work, and there is no
one to teac- them or show them how."
The chief spoke freely of the trouble he
had had with the late Indian agent at the
reservation.
"For two years," he eaid, "we have had
logs, cut by our young, men lying by the
government mill, wailing for them to be
bawed into lumber, po that we could build
houses, ut tho agent would do nothing
for us.
"This thing of feeding, feeding all tho
time is not tho way to help us. . We want to
learn to work and how to live. Give us a
chauco and a start and we will get along.
"I am going now to see my great friend.
General Gibbon. I will tell him that 1
want to live like tho white man, but 1 can
not work with n.y fingers unless I havo
some ono to show mo how. Mr. Cole, tho
new agent, seems to tako some interest in
us. He has been with us only two months,
but he has already begun to cut some of our
logs."
Chief Joseph again reverted to the gov
ernment's Indian policv.
"Wo were all right in ISoC," he said,
'when we were in our own countrj. and all
wo asked was to be let alone. Then we
were told that the reservation nystem was
the best thing for us, and again we were
driven from them, and are now told, when
there are few of us left, that we must each
take 1C0 acres of laud, work it, and are not
even taught how!
"My people are all dying off, at?d it is the
fault ot tho agents who do not show us how
to live. When I went to the Indian Terri
tory my baud numbered over a thousand,
and look at them nonf
Chief Joseph's companion and interpreter
was Mr. Joseph It Chapman, who probably
knows more about Indians than anyotheV
man in this countrj and was for many
years an Indian scout and fighter. Mr.
Chapman was good enough to explain the
real cause of the trouble that drove Joseph
on the war-path. The interpreter. Whit
man, told tbe Indians that General Howard
isaid if they were not all back on the reser
vation in thirty days with their stock the
boldiers would drive them back and tako
what stock was left without the line.
At least that is the way Joseph understood
him.
General Howard, however, didf not mean
to take their stock: he would have given
them time to get all their horses.
The Indians tried hard to get their stock
across Suake river, and lost more than
half of it, and were even then not in time;
so they became disheartened and took to
the mountain, where a council was held
and war declared, Joseph himself being
oil on a hunting trip on tho day thoy
(iiino to the decision, but of course agreed
to it.
RIDINO IN COMPANY WITH SNAKES.
The Kattle' Wanted tlte Saddles, and
s They Got Them.
New York Tribune.
There is a man who maj' be seen in the
Filth-avenue Hotel ou almost any evening
who can tell a good story at a moment's
notice. Tho peculiar merit of his stories
lies in the fact that he never apologizes for
them, and never prefaces his narratives
with a declaration that they are true.
Hero is one of his snake stories, repoated
here just as it was told to tho writer, for
what it is worth, without auy explana
tion: "Wncn I was iu southern Kansas some"
years ao. near Wagonbed Springs, on the
Cimarron river. I cot a letter from my sis
ter, who lives in New York, asking me to
M?t her a dried skin of a rattlesnake, which
she wanted to have made into a belt.
There were rattlesnakes enough around the
Springs, and 1 had to wait only until I
found one big enough to suit her purpose.
While riding into camp one afternoon I saw
just tho one I wanted, and. gutting down
from my horse. Impounded the snake with
my cu arte guilt that's pronounced until
I thought the animal was dead. To make
sure, however, I jammed its head down
into the band and left it sticking there un
til 1 should ride back a couple of hours
later to tarry the dead body back to camp.
When I told Joe Terrel about the snake he
thought ho would like one, too, so wa
started to the phco together. My snake
was still sticking in the sand when wo got
to the place. We hunted around for ono
for Joe, found it and beat it until it was
dead.
"The most convenient way of carrying
them was to tie them by the tails to the
strings dangling from the saddle, and,
after doing this, we turned to camp, riding
at. a sharp gallop to get there in time for
supper. Joe was riding a few yards ahead
of me, when suddenly 1 heard him give a
cry, and tLo next moment I saw
him go head foremost from his Fad
tile, rolling over and over on the
prairie, 'took at that snake,' ho yelled
when 1 rode up to him. His snake had
reared itself and its head was directlv over
tho addl. tl.e month wide open, and the
eyes piercing out from the bruised head
gleaming fiercely. 1 set up a loud laugh at
Joe, for ho was frightened half to death,
but while my sides were still shaking, he
cried out: 'Look out for vonrown rattler.'
Turning my head quickly, I saw a pair of
fangs which teemed to be within six inches
of my cheek. I vent over the' side of my
horse like a bolt, screaming louder thau Joe
had done, while he found enough amuse
ment this time to crack a broad -smile at
my consternation. . -
"Hut there was a problem for both of us
to bolve, and that was how toget the btiakcs
fret i itlioiit having our horses bitten. We
were forevd. finally, to cut the cinches of
the saddles, ami when' the saddles and
buakes fell to tho ground, we whipped the
rattlers to jelly and then filled them with
bullets. We had to waik back to camp,
leading our horses, and when I w rote to
my sister 1 told tier that th-re was not a
ratth'ituako to bo found in tho Stato of
Luuias."
KYE, SALYIM, AND SAMSON
ITor the Show Giant and the Coqneltish
Delilah Wooed Each Other in Italian.
After a Bridal Tour by Camel, She Betrays
Kim for a Tea-Gown and Silverware How
Salvini Deftly Brought Pown the House.
CopTrfglit 1S9, by Edgar W. Nye,
On the Wing, Nov. 33. In seeking to
elevate the stage by means of our justly
celebrated entertainments, which I believe
Air. Thomas Bailey Aldrich has happily
characterized as a higher order of literary
minstrelsy, we meet a good many people.
Wo meet a great many of them as we go
to our work in the evening, and when we
come away wo meet others while on our
way home. Hut thoso aro not the ones I
refer to especially. I refer more especially
to the eminent n5en whoso hoit s are in tho
cities we visit, and who courteously shake
bauds with us and bid us God speed, often
TTr , Too, Meet 2Iany reoplc.
going eo far as to introduce us to the
audience.
A little while ago we had Mr. Powderly
on the platform with us, and ho took occa
sion to remind me that he was among my
early subscribers to the old Laramie boom
erang, a paper which 1 had tho honor of
foundering some years ao. In the rush of
scampering years 1 had forgotten it, but I
remembered it at once when he recurred to
the fact. I do not remember tho name of
tho other subscriber, but I cannot well for
get Mr. Powderly because he was the ono
who paid me. A man with a heart like that
cannot help having friends, and Terrence
will find me ever grateful. Any time I can
give him a good reading notice I will be
glad to do m. 1 may not be cursed with
the fatal gift of beauty, but a man can be
grateful without being beautiful.
Hon. Thomas It Ueed. of Maine, was ono
of tl.e wildly delighted audience at our
spectacular show iu Portland the other
evening. Ho ill looks like a large guile
less boy, and, at this writing. 1 am im
pressed with the idea that tbos? who wish
to catch the eye of the Speaker this winter
in Cougresswill do well to get the address
of Mr. Uced.
1 heard two prominent men conversing
with each other, ou Washington street,
JSostou. the other day, as to the relative de
merits of Hoston and Philadelphia. It was
a good-natured light, but tho language used
was quite plain. Finally the Philadelphia
man said: "Von Boston people are too cold
for me. especially tho business men. 1 know
a Baltimore man who has been, in busi
ness hero for forty years, but ho si3s he is
going back to Baltimore when his race is
ruu, because he hates to die among stran
gers." "Well," paid the Boston man. "any one
has a right to locate his death bed where he
likes, but for living purposes Boston seems
to please a great many people first rate.
New York is a good place to make money
in sometimes. It is also noted for its public-spirited
poor people and gently parsi
monious rich ones, bnt for a large, wide
waste of holy cairn and high, intellectual
sweep of cold white frout door-steps, give
me Philadelphia.
"Why, only last month a man from Phil
adelphia came over here aud consulted a
Boston physician, begging him to do some
thing for bis insomnia. The doctor t honght
ho ought not to worry about it Said the
case was not very severe yet or his pulse
would show the effects of the loss of sleep.
He prescribed for him, and the man went
home. Alter a week he came back. He was
no better."
"Why," says the doctor, "you are in fair
health. Your tongue is oae of the most
attractive tongues 1 have over had the
pleasure of witnessing. Your pulse also is
the regular Philadelphia pulse, wbich wo
regard as the best working model of a
chronometer balance, split second and lly
bjck pulse in the world. It seems very odd
to mo that you cannot sloop nights."
"NIep nights!" Bays the Philadelphia
m. iiish, tush. It is not that. I can
nov . cp daytimes."
Hi- other evening I went to the new and
beautiful Tremont Theater in Boston to
hear Signor Salvini in a delightful little
skit called "Samson." It was written by
ipfoolits D'Aste and translated by William
Dean Howells, author of "April Hopes." I
think the play has been greatly improved
by translation. It seems to appeal much
more strongly to mo at least. I he reason
that the author did not write the play in
English at first was that he didn't D'Aste
do it, I presume.
The Tremont Thpater is very tastefully
and beautifully made up now. Tho colors
are soft and subdued, the lights gentle and
restful and the effect extremely graceful to
the eye. 1 sat iu a conspicuous box and
attracted much earnest attention from the
audience, not only between the acts, but
even while Sig. was doing fcomo of his best
work. Afterward I found that it was par
tially due to the fact that I had thought
lessly chewed gum through tho first two
acts.
Then thero was another reason, also.
George Francis Train had just been liber
ated from the Boston iail and, clothed in a
seersucker suit he had gone about all day
distributing band-bills, announcing tbat
lie would lecture on the following evening.
At the top of the handbill in big black let
ters were the words:
JUST OUT OF JAIL.
When I got home from the theater I
found that some one hud thoughtlessly
pinned tho above lino to the back of my
coat. This should teach us that too often
we are apt to misundt rstand the attentions
showered upon us by the public and mis
construo tho motive itself which prompts
them.
The Tremont Theater is managed by Mr.
Henry E. Abbey and Johu B. SchirfTel.
The acting ttugo manager is Mr. William
boymour. The buainepg representative is
Mr. Nut Child. The treasurer is Mr.
Phillip A. Mica. The leader of tho or
chestra is Mr. H. N. Catliu. The bass
violinist. I nm told, is Mr. I.nwn.iwo (l
Panghorn. lhe snaro-drumm r, who also
pla.Vhon the sleigh-bells, tan. bo-trine, tii
angle and general hardwam tU.Tt; is Mr.
Cecil Bart tell. The scenic arti t aro Mr.
Charles Wit ham and Mr. William Gill.
1 ho stage carpenter is Mr. Kd ward Moss.
The t:a and eleetric-lighf superintendent
is Mr. William J. Kelly. The enciueer is
Mr. John Carpenter. Mr. Chas. L. Elliott
is the publisher of the programme. The
cabinet organ used in the performance of
"Sainton," and which, no doubt, had some
thing to do with his burst of temper in the
last act, is furnished by Hason V Mambliu.
Ihefcewing-iiKu hire ncd by Delilah in tbe
second act is from the w el. -known
factory of Messrs. fucker fc Feller,
of Milk street. The shears used
by Delilah iu gnawing otr the hair of Sam
eon aro from the hardware store of Shingle,
Nail fc Co., of East Boston. The thainpoo
mixture used afterward, and the hairen
courager which starts the giant's new hair,
come from the well-known tonsoriai em-
Iorium of Messrs. Confersezziouo Brothers.
Jut why go into detailf
The play opens with an argument which
is read bv those who wish to know more
about it than they can gather from what
Sig. Salvini says, all ot which is in Italian.
It appears that at tho time of the inci
dent the Jews were under subjection to the
Philistines, and discriminated against them
iu the matter ot rates ou Height, both
through and way freight If they wauted
Ktit ii wmn 1
lOZV- yl -y
to examine a car-load of Jewish freight
and it happened to bo Kenled up, they would
break it open in the yard and then report
it "in bad order. :
The Philistines had picked on the Jews
till patience ceased to be virtuous. Sam
son had been regarded as a eort of middle
weight champion, but he had failed
1 Wondered WJiy They Lnughti.
somehow to do what they had expected of
him. He had talked a good deal down at tho
store about what he could do and how he
had run his banddowu the hot and fever
ish throat of an irritated lion and turned
him wrong side out so quickly that before
he could recover from the surprise, he had
caught such a cold in his exposed digestive
economy that he died from his injuries.
Samson had therefore shaken the confi
dence of those who were about him. and
people were beginning to clamor for a new
giant. In the first act we see Zorah, a high
table-land, which gives upon the plain be
low. Many Israelists are discovered as
sembled around a blazing pyre, furnished
by the Boston Gas-light and Coke Com
pany. Manoab, a remarkable man, with
white lamb-skin eyebrows, opt utd tho play
with prayer. Tho odor ot mcense arises
from time to time, varied by the whiff of
cardamom seeds from the front row.
Tho people aro dressed in Oriental bath
robes and rich smoking-gowns from Aske
lon and over against Twenty-third street.
While they are discussing him and his fail
ure to sign articles for a yet-to w ith the
Philistines, Samson appears suddenly
among them, dressed in a hectic smoking
jacket and carrying overhis arm the tanned
pelt of a lion. He addresses them brieily
m Italian, to which they reply in English.
Sig. Salvini takes the part of Samson
in this play, and is said to be as good a
tragedian as ever acted out on the stage. 1
cannot give his exact language here, but it
was very good indeed. 1 thought. I did not
find the place in my libretto, however, till
the next to the last act, and then the lights
were all turned ott' so tbat 1 could not get
at the tlrift of his remarks exactly.
Sig. Salvini is a large, powerfiil-looking
man with a deep voice and large sub-chest.
He wears a long, black wig, wherein his
muscle is supposed to reside.
In an evil hour he meets a Philistine girl
named Delilah, who has been a great deal
talked about, and falls in love with her.
He speaks to her iu Italian, to which sho
replies in good English. All their court
ship is conducted in this way without the
aid of au interpreter. Finally, to quiet the
tongue of gossip he marries Delilah,
and they take a little bridal tour by canal.
Iu the meantime he proposes a riddle to
the Philistines, which they are about to
give up when the idea of securing the co
operation of Delilah occurs to them. They
give her a new tea gown, and she. while
Samson is sleeping oil a largo jag, goes
to h'd trunk, finds the joke book from
wh'?h it is taken, and tells the Philistines
the answer.
This naturally provokes Sig. Samson,
who starts out and kills quite a quantity of
Philistines with the jaw- bone ot a man
named Veritas. They do not mind being
killed, of course, go mnch as they do the
humiliation of having their brains knocked
out by tho jaw-bone of a man who had none
himself.
One of the saddest scenes is the one where
Delilah, in order to secure Fome valuable
silver-ware and clothing, seeks out tho se
cret of Samson's great strength. She speaks
very pleasantly to him and gives him a
Mauhattau cocktail, which ho ought to
know would go to his head, for there is
abont a quart of it
Gradually Sampson gets more talkative,
and finally he becomes sleepy. Before ho
goes to sleep, however, he manages to tell
what he knows, which does not take him
but a little while. She sends out for a pair
of shears, aud, while tho orchestra softlv
Slays "Chippy, get your hair cut," Delilah
ockshim. Finally he awakes and feels
real miserable. He calls Delilah a "huck
ster of filthy kisses" Venditrice de Lozzi
baci questo capo mio" aro his exact words
at this time.
To make a long story short, he next ap
pears as the blind and humiliated cham
pion of Israel. His hands are manacled to
gether with a trick chain which ho breaks
DiUlah Walled Off with Uis Hair.
when he remembers that his hair is grown.
He now S'.es a way to fulfill the prophecy
made at his birth, for while the Philistine's
are banqueting in the temple, he can hear
their laughter and the stories of the after
dinner speakers as they take advantage of
the druukenness of th people, to tell them
6ome feeble anecdotes of tbo prehistoric
variety. He knows that thousands of
theee people are there, and as the jaw-bone
of Old Pro Bono Publico is not at baud, he
lays bold of the papier mache pillars of the
temple, aud by a dextrous momemcnt
brings down tho houe.
The story is a thrilling one,' thongh I fear
I have not been able to make it seem so,
and Sig. Salvini makes a deep impression
on the audience, even on those who do not
understand his language.
To bhow his wonderful recuperative
powers, though now over sixty, I will add
that after his death he came before the
curtain and bowed twice in the Italian
tongue. . Bill Nye.
A QUOTABLE PLAY.
The Merry Wives or Windsor the Unrecog
nized Source of Many Familiar Sayiug.
Andrew Lany, in December Harper.
The number of quotable and much-quoted
things in the "Merry Wives ' is consider
able. Shakspeare had an extraordinary
knack of saying what would bear repeti
tion, and prove a futute bon-mot, in all
manner of altered circumstances. How
often havo we not occasion to remark with
Nym, "Hismfnd is not heroic, and there's
trio humor of it." But how seldom, alas! in
the changes and chances of mortal diuner-
larties, can cue observe about the
ady who sits next him at the
east, "I py entertainment in
ieri?' "You are not young. no
mere am I," is a quotation more frequently
appropriate, thongh never to be ventrred.
Agaiu, "He wooes both high and low, both
rich and poor 'how wed it corresponds
with the charming mo4ern vulgant-m,
"Georceisa general courter, un with all,
on with none." Often we are tempted to
exclaim with Shallow, "Though we are
justices, aud doctors, and churenmen. Mas
ter Page, we have some salt of our youth
in us; we are the sons of women. Master
Page." Nor is any quotation from all
Shakspeare more frequently in the human
mouth than that of Mrs. Page, "What
the dickens." "The wild Priuee and
Poins," spoken of by Mr. Page, runs
now as a mere household word, and a house
hold word is the jolly host's description of
lViiton: "He capers, he dances, he has
eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks
holyday, he smells April and May." This
is Chaucerian: "He was as fresh as tho
moneth of May." Who but Miakspeare
could have put the essence of youth into o
few words, and those in the Host's mouth!
"Eye of youth" are as beautiful as
Nyeheia's "eyes of spring." her "April
eves," in Theocritus, when the poet ings
of the fairest water-fairy. A nioro formi
dable stock quotation is borrowed from
sweet Anne Page:
'O. what a world of lie iil-favor'd faults
Look liaiidoiiio ia Uiice hundred pound a
year."
Many speak of "a kind of alacrity in
sinking." with a vague idea that they are
citing Swift or Pope, or the Esay on
Bathos! They aro indebted to sir John
when he had, so much more "ford" than he
wanted. I bis is one of the qualities m
Falstatf which our humble author had no
difficulty in carrying on from his more im
portant plays, namely, the good knight's
good humor about his bulk. "What a thing
should I have been bad I been swelled! I
should have been a mountain of mummy."
The Cry or the Dreamer.
I am tired of p!anmn: and toiling
In the erowU" Lives of nien;
llcart wearv of luilhitng and spelling
Aud spoiling and bunding ax&in,
And 1 long for the tear old river
Where 1 dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer lives forever.
And a toiler dies iu a day.
I am sick of tho showy perming
Of a life that Is half a lie;
Of the faces lined with scheming.
In the throng ihat hurrie by.
From the elecuii ss thought's endeavor
I would go hre the cbildrvu play,
1'or u dreamer liet forever.
And a toiler dies fa a day.
I feel no pride, but pitr
For the hardens the rich endure;
There Js nothing sweet in the city
lut tLe patient lives ot tLe ixr.
Oh. tbe IitUe hands ro skKlfui,
And the child mind choked with weeds,
The daughter's heart prov -willful.
And the father's heart that bleeds.
No. no! from the street' rode bustle.
J- rom trophies of mart and stace,
I woidd fly to the wood's low rustle,
Aud the nicadow'B blDdly puce.
Let me dream as of old by the river,
And be loved for the dream al'jcay.
For the divanier live forever.
And the toller dies in a day.
John Boyle O'Reilly.
It Seem but Yesterday.
It seems lmt vesterday tbat May
Tripped lightly past, nor i-aucd to stay
A niouunt louder than 'twould take
To pet her icnet near mid far.
Iu lield and lane, the daintes' star;
To Ret the grasses all ashake;
To kisp the world Into a blush
Of brier roses pink and flush,
For summer's sake.
It scenis but yesterday that June
Came rii lug sweet a medley tune.
Whereto the robin nd tbe thrush
Lent eaoa hi thrilling throat the while
Tho locust there inside the fdlle
Deep hid in tangled weed and Irtish,
Fpun out tbe at-jiwm's ekein vt beat.
With now a "whir" of t huttlo Ke-t,
And now a hush.
It peem but yesterday, nnd yet
To-day I found my garden Rot
In silver, and the roisterer wind
Made boll to pluck me by the gown.
What time I wandered up an t down
The path, to see If left behind
Was one last ro.se that I might pres
Against my withered cheek, and less
Feel time unkind.
Atlantic Monthly.
What She Did.
8h went round and asked subscriptions
For the heathen black Egyptians
And the Terre del Fucgans,
the did. ,
For the tribes ronnd Athabascar
And tbe men of Madagascar,
And the poor souls of Alaska,
o tsbe did.
She louged, she said, to buy
Jetly cake, and jam. and pie
For the Anthropophagi,
ko he did.
How phe loved the cold Xonvesrinn,
Aud the imku half-melted Fiejian,
And the dear Malacca islander,
fche did.
Fhc sent tins of red tomato
To tbu tribes beyond the equator,
llut her husband ate potato
. bo he did.
The poor, helpless, hopeless thing
(My voice (altera as I sing)
Tied his clothes up with a string.
Yes, he did.
London Fnn.
Knowledge Is Power.
Belinda is but seventeen.
Ai.d yet she kr.ows that If she flaunts
Jler pninted f.iu and steals a gtonce
At mo behind Its gorceous screen
be sets my pulses all a -dance.
Eo, too, she knows that if we play
At tennis in the Aucrust nun,
The little roguish, winds tb it fray
Her curls and blow them all astray
Tug at my heartstrings, oue by one.
And then again, if she and I ...
fctroll down to watch the young moon shine
A shape of gold in sen aud pky.
She knows if pho but feigus a sigh
Hhe hears the tiuer ring of nilhe.
Fo is Phe leading mo a chae
"Why should she! Well, I won't propose
To any loveliness and grace
AVhose only fortune is her face.
And that, you see
Belinda knows!
Mary E. Wantwell, in The Century.
Hope.
1 have tried T have worked hard
And failed
I am tired let me rest.
I have done no wrong to keep Jailed,
Mint In by days ith life's had jout
Let lite and liviugbc ruhairod.
I am tired let me rest.
Yea, I will lay it down the fame.
The little gold,
The love or two I hold,
The hoje I Ptill have kept from shame.
Calling myself well bleeped
To snufl o:;t all the poor, pale flame
Of living and to rest
Ye gods, rnhend;
Connt me not my days out to the end.
How can I live when A have learned the best
Of lifo 1 what life gives not
Lest.
Km ma V. Sheridan.
Sweetheart, Sigh No More.
It was with doubt end treniMing
I whispered la her ear.
Go take her answer, l-ird on bough.
That all the world may bean
Sweetheart, sigh no more!
Sine it. plnj? It. tawny throat,
Upon the wayside tree,
How fair phe Is, how tree the is,
How dar he J to me
bweetheart, sigh do more!
BSnpr it, !nc:ir, tawny throat,
And throtieh the summer long
The wind among the clo r top
The brocks for all their silvery stops
tfhali envy you the song
bvectheart, sigh no more!
Thomas D.AHrich.
m m
l'eace.
Deep In the grass outstretched I He.
Motionless on the hill;
Attovo me i a cloudless pkr.
Around me uil is ptill
T..ere 1 no breath, no sound, nor stir.
The drowsy ieaee to break;
1 eioso my tired eyes It wero
bo simple ol to wake.
Amy Levy.
TIIK FAMOUS ROMAN FONCH.
flow a Drink Made I'.xprepsly for the I'ope
liecame GeueraL
Ameriean Analyst.
The historv of Ponche a la IJotraine is
carious. It had been the summer relresh
ment of successive Popes for over eighty
years, and their chefs were threatened with
all kinds of horrors and punishments if
they eer divulgd the secret of its prop,
a rat ion. When Napoleon invaded Italy, in
1707, this terrible interdict was broken
through. A son of Pius VPs chief confec
tioner, by name Mo as, as soon as !e found
tho trench were to;ijuerers. ran awar
from hH father and united his fortunes
with them.
The young man became the favorite
servant of the Km press .Josephine, and
after her death became cook to the Kussiau
Prineo Lieven. whom he accompanied to
London when that prince was appointed
embassador to the court of St. James. This
KtiRKiaii tirt made this papal beverage' in
London, by introducing it at tho Prince's
table. Tho Prince liegent nxkid for the
recipe, and permitted copies to bo given to
a. select few of his friends, and by degrees
it became better known, and is now well
known all over the world.
The original Vatican recipe is: 'Prepare
a very rich pineapple or sherbet; have it a
little tart with lemon juice, taking the
greatest care that none of the zest or oil
from the yellow rind, or the bitterness from
the white underlying pith, be allowed to
cuter into the composition of this. sherbet.
In order to be certain of this it is better,
tirst, to grate oil' the yellow riud from the
lemons, then to carefully remove nil the
white pith, and 'to make assurance
doubly sure,' wash the skinned fruit in
rWr water. aftr which press out the
juice free from the rind of th :rnit: strain
tho jtiico so as to remove, all the mt-iU or
pins from it: then aid to tbe p'.ncappto
mixture. It must be tlo-ii vert wt-11 f ro.. n.
This hherU-t. Wn g try nch, will not
freeze hard, but will be a Hem idee. Jt
belore the punch is to be served add and
work into it for evry quart of tbe ice ne
gill of Jamaica; and lor every to quart
one pint of the best champagne. Never um
the wine from damaged bottles or leaky
corks, as it will be tire to deprave nnd per
haps entirely spoil 3oiir punch. After you
have well incorporated theso liquors add
cream or meriusue mixtuip."
THE FLIGHT INTO EGYPT.
Fanciful Stories Current In the Middle Age
About the rilgriniage of the Holy Family.
rjpLry Van Iyke, in December Ilan-cr.
It was not po-ied,!?. however, for the act
ive imagination of the early Christians to
rest content with t. Matthew's short and
plain record of the llibt. They muht know
niore about it how th' pilgrimage was
made, through what places lhe holy family
passed, wh.it marvels and jorteut bap-pt-ned
by tho way, ami where they found a
resting-place. And so the prores of myth
making and legnd'hnildiij begun iu an
swer to the questions of naive and
childish curiosity. The brief record of
the fact was enlarged, aud embellished. at.d
embroidered with fancier lhe literature
of the llight unfolded itself in the apm-rv
pbal gotwl of the ocoiid and third centu
ries, and coutinued its growth through tho
poems and chronicles of the Middle Aces.
Nothing can be more clear than the diher
cncH between the simple statement of i?L
Matthew that the journey was made a
statement which bears every mark of being
hisdoneal, and rt ads as if it were merely a
transcript of tho Virgin Mary's remeni
brauco of that hurried and drvamdikc epi
sodeand the wild, fantastic fables of later
times. Audyrt I think these fsncif Histories,
which were told so oitcn at tho fireside, in
tl.e tent, at the resting-place of the reap
ers, and by the camp-tires of the caravan,
are worth nadiug, because they are
fresh nnd child-like, and Kometimcn m
pretty, and because they have had such atl
inliu nee upon art. 4 llut the great
est fund of marvelous stories about the
flight is found iu the Arabic (J 05 pel of the
Infancy, which was current among the
Christians of the east, aud was undoubt
edly used by Mohammed in the composi
tion of the Koran. It is an Oriental varia
tion uron a sacred theme, an Ablatio
embroidery full of all kinds of
strange beasts, a sanctil!ed Arabian
Nights' entertainment. It tells of a dumb
bride restored to speech by taking the in
fant Jesus iu her arms; and a crazy woman
who would not wear any clothes brought
toher right mind by the compassionate
look of the Ladv Mary: and a girl with the
leprosy clcanwd by washing in the water
in which the child had b.;en bathed, aud
su miry other household miracles even more
ingenuous and astonishing. It describes
the dwelling-place of the holy family at
Matarea. a town a little to the northeattt of
Cairo, where any sceptical person may still
seo the aged sycamore which Mieiterid
them, and tho -'ionutain of Mary," in
which she washed her child coat. Put
the most wonderful tale of all is the story
of the cuchautcd mule, which runs on this
wise:
As tho holy family were entering into a
certain city they haw three wonieti coming
out of a cemeter', and weeping. And
when the Lady Maty saw them, she said to
tho girl who accompanied her (the ta:ne
who had been cleansed of her lcprov):
Ak them what is the matter, and what
calamity has bcfalieu them." llut they
made no reply to the girl's out stion, nkin'c
her iu their turn: "Whence are you? aud
whitlnr are you goingf For the dav if
spent, and night is coming on apace." xVo
are travelers,'" sid the girl; "and areSeek
ingahouseof entertainment." They saiil:
"(io with us and speud tho
night with us.' Accordingly tho
travelers accepted the courteous
invitation, nnd were broneht into anew
hoese, richly furnished. Now it was win
ter, and the girl, going into the apartment
of these women, found them agaiu weeping
and lamenting. Peside them htoodumule,
covered with housings of cloth of gold,
aud sesame was put before him. and the
women were kissing him and feeding him.
Ami the girl aid: "What is all this ado,
my ladies, abont this mule?" They replied,
with tears: "This mule, which thou eet
was our brother, born of the same mother
with ourselves. When our father died ho
left us great wealth, and thif. only brother;
We did our b&t to get him. mar
ried, and were preparing his nuptials
after tho fashion of our country.
Cut some women, moved by jealousy,
bewitched him, unknown to ns; and ono
night, a little before daybreak, when tho
door of our house was shut, wo saw thatl
this our brother had been turned into a
mule, as thou now beboldest him. And wo
are 6onowful, as thou seest, having no
father to comfort us: und there is 110 wise
man or magician in the world that we havo
omitted to send for, but nothing has done
us any good." And when the girl heard
this, she said: "He of good courage, lades,
and weep no more; for the euro of your
calamity is near: yes, it is presently iuyour
own house. Fori was also a leper, lint when
1 saw that woman, and along with her that
young child, whoso name is Jesus, f
sprinkled my body with the water wherein
his mother had washed him, and! was
cured. I know that he can deliver you
from your atlliction also. Put arifec. go to
Mary, my mistress, briugher into your own
apartment, tell her your secret, and auppli
cate her to have pity upon you." When the
woman had listened to the girl't word
they baste next to the Lady Mary and
brought her into , their chamber, and
sat down beforo her. weeping and
saying: "O our m'stress. Lady Mary,
havo pity upon thy servants,
for no one older than ourselves, n head or
our family, is left neither father nor
brother to live with . us; but this mola
which thou seest was our brother whom
women have bewitched into this condi
tion. We beseech thee, therefore, to have
pity upon us." Then, grieving at their mis
fortune, the Lady Mary took tip tho I,ord
JcMis and put him 011 the tunic's back, and
said to Jesus Christ. "Alas, my sou, heal
this mule by thy mighty power, and
make him a reasonable man us be
was before." And when the words
were spoken, the bhane of the mule was
changed, and he became a young msnof
engaging apiearaurc. Whereupon thero
was great joy in tho household, and tho
grateful sisters immediately concluded to
marry their brother to tho girl who had
been the means of bringing him bo great a
benetit. ....
All this, especially the happy marriage, .
is quite in the style of tSchehervzade. It is
no more like the oler records of tho
evangelists than a display of tiro-works is
like tho silent stars; and the very contrast
goes far to prove, or at bast to illustrate,
the historical character of our four goipchu
lie Loved Music
Tin
s.
asked Mrs. Highbred, when tdio met theold
gentleman at a party given by hi4n niece
during an unexpected visit iroin Untie
K.ra.
'T'ondof music?' he repeated. 'Ycll,I jit
guess I an. ma'am: speshlv of kinpiir. Vo l
air too. aiu't youf Yes? Well, ma am.ynuM
III', il Li II (M' tivii , j'nt iiuii.4I u( - -
four hours at a stretch 0:1 gospel hymns
an' war an' lovo a )UgV. 1 tell you it sweet
What Chriftt Tho:
W. H. II. Murray. In tt Arm.
When he was born.-i nevr manner of liv
ing, not anew manner of thinking, was
born. When he was born, a new lite, aud
not a new creed, appeared for men's gad
anee; nnd by imitating the life, and nt by
believing: a creed, wererr.rn nltn'sl.
lie did not take know ledge of men by :i u
they helieved, hut by wuat they did. "l&y
their deeds ye hhall know them." said he.
lie did not ask men to believe in any foria
ot truth; lie said: "Pehexe iu me, un I yoo
shall le saved." Have faith inardcopy
my personality; incorporate tuy spirit in
your body; let the a;iection oi tuy heart
make its geiiial abode in your bosom, and
roti shall behaved. The dueip-ti was to
leave father and mother ami follow him.
'lhe air.cjdial habits, tho etlWts of her
edity, the perpetuated ch.iracteiistics of
blood, the family seit'ishne, the pride of
raee these were to b lisplced, ihoed
aside, killed iu tbcni. that they might bft
free from them aa ho was free
JIM. oner tunm ni vn vmj Niiuciiinvau
stay a week or two an' hear me an' my
family make inelerdy, 1 my s jut an c.enr
quartetly of us, me nn" my wife an'
our darter . Nancy nnd our son
J a be. Of a winter evenin we jisJ
get her 'round the fireplace an' tuna
.... if ilnn't lmt imtnlliillt' (TO it ffiT
to near us. 1 s;n air. maw mhi i ow-r.
has-, alto or sopraner, it don't niuke a tnita
o' odds to her, fershe can Mnff nnytling,
she an. Nancy sings alto, an Jabe comes
in heavy on tho has ! You kin bcr ns tw
miles, an' some think we'd ort t travel. If
w o can't warble 1 don't kuow who can.
nt.