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The Tale or the Terrible Fire.
I will tell you the tale of the terrible fire It springs from the earthit is dreadful and dire. In the dark Wintry sky, See the spark Upward fly i See it grow In its frame See it glow Into ilame! See it burning and blazing See it spring into life With a vigor amazing How it longs for the strife! Hear the noise and the rattle How it swells how it grows, Like the crash of a battle, Like the clash of the foes! Sec it rushing and rising and roaring, See it trying to touch a tall star It seems in the sky to be soaring Like a flag of fierce flame from afar, See it turning and burning and braving See it streaming and gleaming and red! Ah! the smoke in the airnow is waving Like a winding-sheet of dull lead. Hear it laugh with wild glee at each futile endeavor To quench or to quell its exuberant force Ii is flaming and free and fantastic forever It delights and exults with no pang of re morse, With no pain, with but passionmad pass ion it quivers With its pennon, of scarlet, the bloodiest hue, With its gleaming streams and its rearing river6 It dares'to do all things that flame dares do. How it darts, how it dances and dashes, As though it had taken for aim To reduce all the world into ashes And to fling all the stars into flame! It is showing its wonderful daring It is turning the sky into hell! How it lazily lingers With its swell and its fall With its fiery fingers Weirdly weavinfl a pall With its blistering kisses On face and on form! Of its flashes Bereft, Only ashes Are left Till its cries Tell its doom And it dies In the gloom. I havetold you the tale of the terrible fire It has sung its last song to its luminous lyre, It has sung its last song, it has breathed its last breath, It has lived without life, it has died without death. Appletnn Journal for July. Saved by a Flush of Lightning. My name is Hunt. YeF, sir Anthony Hunt. I am a settler on this Western prairie. Wilds? Yes, sir it's little else than wilds now, but you should have seen it when I and my wife first moved up here. There was not a house within sight for miles. Even now we have not many neighbors but those we have are down right good ones. To appreciate -your neighbors as you ought, sir, you must live in these lonely places, so far removed from the haunts of man. What I am about to tell of happened ten years ago. I was going to the distant town, or settlement, to sell some fifty head of cattlefine creatures, sir, as ever you saw. The journey was a more rare event with me than it is now and my wife had always plenty of commissions to charge me. with in the shape of dry goods and groceries, and such like things. Our youngest child was a sweet little gentle thing, who had been mamed after her Aunt Dorothy. We called the child Dolly. This time my commission includ ed one lor hera doll. She had never had a real doll that is, a bought doll, only the rag buudles her mother made for her. For some days before my de parture the child could talk of nothing elseor we, either, for the matter of that for she was a great pet, the darling of us all. It was to be a big, big doll with golden hair and blue eyes. I shall never forget the child's words the morning I was starting, as she ran after me to the gate, or the pretty picture she made. There are some children sweeter and prettier than others, sir, as you can't but have no ticed, aud Dolly was one. UA very great big doll, please, daddy," she called out after me "and please bring it very soon." I turned to nod a "yes" to her as she stood in her clean whitey -brown pinafore against the gate, her nut-brown hair fall ing in curls about her neck and the light breeze stirring them. "A brave doll," I answered, "for my little onealmost asbig as Dolly." Nobody would believe, I dare say, how full my thoughts were of that promised doll, as I rode along, or what a nice one I meant to buy. It was not often I spent money in what my good, thrifty wife would call waste but Dolly was Dolly and I meant to do it now. The cattle sold, I went about my pur chases, and soon had no end of parcels to be packed in the saddle-bags. Tea, su gar, rice, candlesbut I need not weary you, sir, with telling of them, together with the calico for shirts and nightgown's and the delaine for the children's new frocks. Last of all, I went about the doll and found a beauty. It was not as big as Dolly, or half as big but it had flaxen curls and sky-blue eyes and by dint ol pulling a wire you could open or shut the eyes at will. "Do it up carefuVy." said to the storekeeper. "My little daughter would cry sadly if any harm comes to it." The day was pretty well ended before all my work was done and, just for a moment or two, I hesitated whether I should not stay in the town and start for home in the morning. It would have been the more piudent course. But I thought of poor Dolly's anxiety to get her treasure, and of my own happiness in watching the rapture in her delighted eyes. So with my parcels packed in the best way they could be, 1 mounted my horse and started. It was as good and steady a horse as you ever rode, sir but night began to set in before I was well a mile away from the town it seemed as if it were going to be an ugly night, too. Again the thought struck meshould I turn back and wait till morning? I. had the price of the cattle, you see, sir, in my breast pocket and robberies, sir, aye, and murders, also, were not quite unknown things on the prairie. But I had my brace of sure pistols with me, and decided to press onward. The night came on as dark as pitch, and part of the way my road would be pitch dark beside. But on that score I had no fear I knew the road well, every inch of it, though I could not ride so fast as I should have done in the light. I was about six miles from one less welcome: Was it a trap to hin der me on my way and ensnare me There might be midnight robbers who would easily hear of my almost certain ride home that night, and of the money I should have about me. I don't think, sir, I am more ti .lid than other peoplenot so much so per haps, as some but I confess the idea made me uneasy. My best plan was to ride on as fast as 1 could, and get out of the mystery into safe quarters. Just here was about the darkest bit of road in all the route. Mounting my horse, I was about to urge him on when the cry came again. It did sound like a child'sthe plaintive wail of a child nearly exhausted. "God guide mo!" I said, undecided what to do. As I sat another moment listening, I once more heard the cry fainter and more faint. I threw myself oft my horse, with an exclamation. "Be it ghost or be it robber, Anthony Hunt is not one to abandon a child to die without trying to save it." But how was I to save it?how find it? The more I searched about the less could any hands light on anything, save the sloppy earth. The voice had quite ceased now, so I had no guide from that. While I stood trying to peer into the darkness, all my ears alert, a flood of sheet lightning suddenly illuminated the plain. At a little distance, just beyond a kind of ridge or gentle hill, I caught a glimse of something white. It was dark again in a moment, but I made my way with unerring instinct. Sure enough, there lay a poor little child. Whether boy or girl I could not tell. It seemed to be three parts insensible now, as I took it up, dripping with wet, from the sloppy earth. "My poor little thing'" I said as I hushed it to me. "We'll go and find mammy. You are safe now." And in answer the child' Just put out its feeble hand, moaned once, and nestled close to me. With the child hushed to my breast I rode on. Its perfect silence soon showed me that it slept. And,sir, I thanked God that he had let me save it, and I thought how grateful some poor mother would be! But I was full of wonder for all that, wondering what extraordinary fate had taken any young child to that solitary spot! Getting in sight of home, I saw all the windows alight. Deborah had done it for me, I thought, to guide me home in safety through the darkness. But pres ently I knew that something must be the matter, for the very few neighbors we had were gathered there. My heart stood still with fear. I thought of some calam ity to one or other of the children. I had saved a little one from perishing, but what might not have happened to my own. Hardly daring to lift the latch, while my poor tired horse stood still and mute outside, I went slowly in, the child in my arms covered over with the flap of my long coat. My wife was weeping bitter- !y- "What's amiss?" I asked in a faint voice. And it seemed that a whole chorus of voices answered me: "Dolly's lost!" "Dolly lost!" Just for a moment my heart turned sick. Then some instinct, like a ray of light and hope, seized upon me. Pulling the coat off the face of the child I held, I lifted the little sleeping thing to the light and saw Dolly! "Yes, sir. The child I had saved was no other than my ownmy little Dolly. And I knew that God's good angels had guided me to save her, and that the first flash of the summer lightning had shone just at the right moment to hhow me where she lay. It was her white sun bonnet that had caught my eye. My darling it was, and hone other, that I had picked up on the drenched road. Dolly, anxious for her doll, had wan dered out unseen to meet me in the after noon. For some hours she was not missed. It chanced that my two eldest girls had gone over to our nearest neigh bor's, and my wife, missing the child just afterward, took it for granted she was with them. The little one had gone on and on, until night and the storm overtook her, when she fell down frightened and utterly ex hausted. I thanked Heaven aloud before them all, sir, as I said that none but God and His holy angels had guided melo her. It's not much of a story to listen to, sir. I am aware of that. "But I often think of it in the long nights, lying awake and I ask myself bow I could bear to live on now, had I run away from the poor little cry in the road, hardly louder than a squirrel's chirp, and left mv child to die. Yes, sir, you are right that's Dolly out yonder with her mother, picking fruit the little trim figure in pinkwith just the same sort of white sun-bonnet on her head that she wore that night ten years ago. She is a girl that is worth saving, sir, though I say it and God knows that as long as my life lasts I shall be thank ful that I came on home that night in stead of stavine in the town.Exchange Skihfal Surgery. From the Washington Post. The startling rumor of Justice Miller's dangerous condition yesterday caused much excitement and an almost constant stream of callers at his residence. The truth is that the gentleman has under gone an operation, known among surj geons as a capital one, but was, at a late hour last evening, doing better even than could be hoped or expected. He had been suffering for a considerable time with stones in the bladder, and though the family physician Dr. J. C. Riley, had done all for the case that lay in the phy sician's power, it lately became evident that radical means would have to be adopted to effect a cure. After much consultation and corre spondence the Justice detei mined to sub mit to an operation at the hands of Dr. A P. Smith, of Baltimore. Judge Miller at one lime comtemplated going to England te place himself under the care of Sir Henry Thompson, who operated on Na poleon III, but on comparing records found that while Dr. Thompson lost about one out of every twelve cases, Dr. Smith had made fifty-three entirely successful operations without losing a case* Accordingly, on Saturday at 1 o'clock Drs. A. P. Smith, J. C. Riley, N. S. Lincoln and J. S. Beale assembled in the patient's bedroom, and after Dr. Ri ley had obtained complete ansesthesis by means of chloroform and ether, the later al operation of lithotomy was performed by Dr. Smith, assisted by other tiysi cians. Mr. Miller was quickly rea ored to consciousness, and bore the subset uent treatment with great fortitude. Dr. 6 stayed with him all night, and left yesterday morning doing cxcell ntly The stone removed was as large small hen's egg. as a Sense ana JNonneiise. Morning rappersMilkmen. Steal worksSavings banks. A two-foot rulekeep your feet dry. Love, Are and a cough cannot be hid. Many will give advice few will give help. Measure ten times, you can cut only once. A worm on the hook is worth two in the mud. Our actions are our own their consequences belong to Heaven. There is a boy in Chicago so bright that his mother looks at him through smoked glass. I would not live alwaj-, I care not to stay, it cost too much for washing, wearing three shirts a day. Who is powerful? He who can control his passions. Who is rich? He who is contented with what he has. A granger observed a lady kick up her skirts yesterday, and exclaimed: "Lor', I've a cow that can do that!" One of Jasper's converts is frank enough to reply "I doan know wheddcr I'ze got re ligion or nottry me wid a chickun!" "What is patience?" asked a teacher of a class of children. "Wait a wee, and dinna weary," answered a little Scotch girl. A shopkeeper of great experience says that however talkative' clerks may be during the day, they are always ready to shut up at night Practical observations by the Worcester Press: "The pen is mightier than the sword, but the humble paste-pot is greater than he that taketh a city." The closest shave in the way of a joke re cently, is the observation that the grass is no short in Colorado, that it has to be lathered before it can be mowed. One extra strong-minded woman has re marked that an old bachelor is a man who, through selfish motives, has refrained from making some woman wretched. The Detroit Free Press asks: "Are water melons healthy*" They are not. They are dropsical, and never attain a "ripe old age," seldom living over six months. A Maiden school teacher kept a youth 15 minutes after school, and the bov asked her to make it half an hour, as he thought she was the prettiest teacher in town. "Beg: pardon for stepping on your train," said a fop at a ball then added, 'you ought to have a cow-catcher on it." "And I would have caught a calf," said the young lady. A Mr. Post, of Ohio, aged one hundred years, is missing from home. His friends should look for him in the dead letter office, where he is probrbly held for Post age. "Thought I'd leave my measure on your floor,"said a man who fell down in a barroom. "No necessity for that," said the barkeeper "We know exactly how much you hold." The Russians give their dogs the powdered larvae of the rose-beetle as a preventive for hydrophobia. The same remedy is given to human beings who have been bitten by dogs. Success in life is very apt to make us forget the time when we weren't much. It is just so with the frog on a jump he can't remem ber when he was a tadpolebut other folks can. These are days of progress. It took Moses forty years to travel through the wilderness. The average bank cashier of to-day*would cover the ground in about twenty-four houn3. The following sentiment is attributed to Napoleon Bonaparte: "A handsome woman pleases the eye, but a good woman pleases the heart. The one is a jewel, the other a treasure." Angels in the grave will not question thee as to the amount of wealth thou has left be hind thee, but of good deeds thou hast done in the world, to entitle thee to a seat among the blessed. "I wonder where those clouds are going," sighed Flora, pensively, as she pointed, with a delicate finger, to the heavy masses floating in the Bky, "I think they are going to thund- er," said her brother. Women are not very proud of their ances try not nearly so much as men. You will find a thousand men named Adam where you will find one woman named after her Ulustri ous grandmother, Eve. The ruling passion cropped out in a barber, who while shaving the face of dead man gave the corpse the whole history of the European war, the rise and fall of gold, and the pro gress of the rapid transit railroads. A man in Illinois committed suicide by drowning,lately, in six inches of water. He couldn't have done it alone, but his wife, with the self-sacrificing devotion and helpfulness so characteristic of the sex, sat on his head. Sarah Ann: Oh, ain't my brother a clever boy, Eliza Jane? He's on'y bin to school two months, an' he's got the catechism. Eliza: Wot's that? Why my brother's on'y bin to school two weeks an' he's got the measles. As a note of travelon lootthe remark of a tramp who was begging something to eat is one of the best on record. He was so thin, he said, that when he had a pain* he couldn't tell whether it was a stomach-ache or a back ache. The phonograph may bottle up the voice and pass.it down to future ages but the smile that twists the face of a man as he seeks solitude and gazes upon his name in print for the first time, will always have to be guessed at. A Germantown gentleman has a dog that will not permit him to enter the house if his wife his out of temper. The animal foresees a "time" between his master and mistress, and out of consideration for thelatter prevents his entrance. "And now, young gentlemen, which of you can tell the name of the greatest of the plan etsthe champion planet, so to speakof our solar system?" I can sir. "It's Saturn." And how is that, pray? "Why, because he carries the belt" "What's that?" he asked his landlady, as she set his cup by his plate. "Coffee," was the promptreply. "Ah," innocently remarked the boarder, with an air of interest "and what is it made of?" And there was silence around-the table for the space of half an hour. One of the great and lamentable mistakes of many pastors is in not "weaving in" some thing for the children at every public Sunday service. A a rule, every part of every service is beyond their reach, whether it be the pray ing, reading, singing or preaching. Mrs. Dennison, says an exchange, has made money enough out of "That Husband of Mine" to purchase a Washington residence. It is not strange many a woman has made enough money out of that husband of hers to go into all sorts of extravagances. Sunday at homeMamma: "Now'Jack, there are ten commandments you have to keep. If you took a thing that wasn't yours you would break a commandment." Jack (remembering something about some little darkies): "And then there'd be nine." "Ten dimes make one dollar," said the schoolmaster. "Now go on, sir. Ten dollors make one what?" "They make one mighty glad these times," replied the boy and the teacher, who hadn't got his last month's sal ary yet concluded that the boy was about right. Let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this precept well to heart: "Do the duty which lies near est to thee, which thou knowest to be a duty thy second duty will have already becom* clearer." "Is it becoming to me?" asked she, as she paraded in the costume of one hundred years ago before her husband. "Yes mv dear," said he meekly. "Don't you wish "I could dress this way all the time?" she asked. "No, my dear," he replied "but I wish you had lived when that was the style." A celebrated actress, whose fresh smile and silvery voice favored the deception, always called herself sweet sixteen." She stated her age as sixteen in a court as witness. Her son was directly afterward called up, and asked how old ho was. "Six months older than mother," was the honest and candid reply. "How did you come to know her?" asked a mother of her little girl as she saw her bid ding good-bye to a poorly-dressed child at the church door. "Why you see, mamma, she came into our Sunday-school alone, and I made a place for her on mv scat, and I smiled and she smiled,and then we were acquainted." Pat applied for a ticket to "New York" at the Providence station, the other day. "Shore line?" said the ticket clerk. "Shure lino. What ud I be takin' a line as wasn't sure, fur?" "Shore, I said shore on shore," said the clerk impatiently. "Shore! to be sure I do 'l'm not goiner to say at all, begorra d'y think I'm after a sthereidge passage, an' not acquainted wid a railroad cahr-r?" How the Weather is Foretold. In formei times, the chief herald of the weather was the almanac, which ambitiously prophesied a whole year of cold and heat, wet and, dry, dividing up the kinds of weather quite impartially, if not always correctly. But the almanac, good as it was now and then, and the weather-wise farmers, correct as sometimes they might have been, were not always able to impart ex act information to the country and they have been thrown quite into the shade of late, by one who is popular known under the somewhat disrespectful title of "Old Prob," or "Old Probabilities." He has become the Herald of the Weather to the sailor, near the rocky, dangerous coasts to the farmer, watching his crops, and waiting for good days to store them to the traveler, anxious to pursue his jour ney under fair skies and to the girls and boys who want to know, before they start to the woods for a pic nic, what are the "probabilities" as to rain. Everyone who reads the daily paper is familiar with the "Weather Record," is sued from the "War Department, office of the Chief Signal Officer," at Washing ton. These reports give, first, a general statement of what the weather has been, for the past twenty-four hours, all over the country, from Maine to California, an 1 from the Lakes to the South Atlantic States and then "Probabilities," or "In- dications," for the next twenty-four hours, over this same broad tetiifory. The an- nual reports to the Chief Signal Officer show that in only comparatively few in stance do these daily predictions fail of fulfillment. The reason these prophecies are so true is a simple and yet a wonderful one. The weather itself tells the observer what it is going to do, sometime in ad vance, and the telegraph sends the news all over the country, from the central sig nal office at Washington. We shall see, presently, how the weath er interprets itself to "Old Probabilities." Although it has proved such a fruitful subject of discourse in all flees, yet I am afraid many people who pass remarks upon it, do not really think what the weather is made of. Let us examine its different elements. The atmosphere has weight, just as wa ter or any other fluid, although it seems to be perfectly bodiless. Wc must com prehend that the transparent invisible air is pressing inward toward the center of the earth. This pressure varies according to the state of the weather, and the changes are indicated by an instrument called a barometer. Generally speaking, the falling of the mercury in the tube of the barometer indicates rain, and its rise heralds clear weather. Sometimes the rise is followed by cola winds, frosts and ice. What these changes really indicate, however, can be determined only by com paring the barometric chanpes, on certain hours, in a number of places very far apart.' This is done by the Signal Ser vice. Observations are made at about one hundred and forty stations, in differ ent portions of the country, at given hours, and the results are telegraphed at once to Washington, where our faithful "weather clerk" receives them, reasoning out from them the "probabilities" which he publishes three times in every twenty-four hours. But the atmosphere varies not only in weight, but also in temperature. The thermometer tells us of such changes. Beside this, the air contains a great amount of moisture, and it shows as much variation in this characteristic as ia the others. For the pnupose of making known the changes in the moisture of the atmosphere, an instrument has been in vented called a "wet-bulb" thermometer. We are thus enabled to ascertain the weight or pressure, the iemperature, and the wetness of the air, and now it only remains for us to measure the force, and point out the direction of the wind. This is done by the familiar weather-vane and the anemometer. The vane shows the direction, and the anemometer is an in strument which indicates the velocity of the wind. It is by a right understanding of all these instruments that the Signal-Service officer is enabled to tell what the weather says of itself for they are the pens with which the weather writes out the facts from which the officer makes up his re prorts for the benefit of all concerned. Thus, however wildly and blindly the storm may seem to come, it sends mes sengers telling just where it arose, what course it will take, and how far it will ex tend. But it tells its secrets to those on ly who pay strict attention.Jatnes H. Flint, in St. NicJwlasfor July. Two Humble Heroes, France reckons two braves more. A fireman at Tarbes rushed among the burning ruins of a house to save his cap tain and a clergyman, who were buried beneath the floor'in endeavoring to res cue the inmates. The fireman remained trying to extricate the captain, but with out avail, till the flesh peeled off his hands and face. He has died from his wounds, has been buried at the nation's expense and for a month his name will be read out first on the roll-call of every regiment in the army. Jean Plantier is a pointsman, and a few months ago, in endeavoring to close the gates of a crossing, he was struck down by a goods train, and his arm am putated. Not a soul was within reach, and aware that an express train was due, he tied up the bleeding stump and re mained at his post till a station-master, informed by the engine-driver that some accident haV occurred, picked up the arm from the rail and succored the hero. Youth and Age. When the bloom was on the beach, When the light was in the sky, And the lore the heart would teach Fled the lip but lit the eye "When the joy we dared not measure Came as wantom as asblrd's, And the hand's first gentle pressure Told a tale too deep for words! Oh, how sweet it was to wander, On those tender afternoons, Where the sea beach with its thunder Cooled the air of sultry Junes Where the waves retreating, swelling, Swept the seashells on the shore, Beating music to the telling Of those tender tales of yore! And how sweeter still to linger, Ere the moon was in the sky, While the West with lifted finger Hushed the earth for day to die Oh, how sweet it was and sweeter, Down the brookside by the lane, There with bated breath to greet ber With a rapture wrought to pain! Or beside the old farm orchard, Out beyond the meadow-lot, Shy, enchanted, blissful, tortured Will she come or will she not? Oh, those days and oh, those meetings, Such soul pleasures such heart-beatintrs What has after-life like this One fond smileto last forever! So we deem it at the time Hands enclasped, that ne'er shall sever Mark the faith of youth sublime! Yet life's joys and bitternesses, Stamping in their gradual truth, Prove that garnered age confesses Treasures richer far than youth. New York World. The 'M limners" of Maine. In February last, I was riding in a sleigh, from Shirley to Greenville, in Maine. I was a commercial traveler, and my companion in the cutter, Mr. Long, was an old schoolmate from New York, now a saw-mill owner, of Green ville. Riding just behind us in a rude pung were two Canadian Frenchmen, whom he had hired to work in his mill. At the foot of a long hill I sprang from the sleigh to warm my feet by walking, and, as I leaped out. the board seat, on the extreme end ot which my friend sat, tipped up and he fell out into the deep snow. He jumped up and laughed. Just then saw the Erenchmen tumble back ward out of their sleigh, exactly as Mr. Lcng had done. It was a ludicrous mim icry and I could not understand it. We stopped their lazy horse and laughed at them as they came up, but they only pointed at Long, muttered something in mongrel French and shook their heads seriously. One of them had struck on his head and sprained his neck. "Well," said Long. "I'd no idea those fellows were jumpers." "Jumpers?" I asked "what's jumpers?" "Why, didn't you ever hear of jumping Frenchmen "Never in my life." "These are jumping Frenchmen. They tumbled out of that seat just because they saw me tumble, and they couldn't have helped it to save their lives. This coun try is full of jumpers." "Can't they control their conduct in any way?" "Oh, yes in most ways, when they are not jumped but youjumponeof them and over he goes." "Jump one of them! Come, explain. You'll have to make your joke plainer." "No joke, pon honor. By jumping one of them I mean surprising him. Startle him in any way and you set him going at once. I'll show you a lot of them when we get to Greenville." We were in the upper half of Maine. Greenville is at the lower end of Moose head lake, which is the source of the Ken nebec river, and is the center of a vast lumber region. It contains some fifty houses, among which are two large hotels which are filled with pleasure-seekers in summer. More than half of the lumber men employed in the woods in winter, I learned from L., are Canadian French, or half-breedsunkempt half clad, and so ignorant that not more than one in two hundred can read, print oi write his name. Most of these, he said, are jumpers ^'Now foilow me into the.dining-room," he added, as he hitched the two horses in front of a small hotel, through the win dows of which we could see a dozen red shirted men at supper. I followed him in. As h'e catered-the room he raised his hands suddenly above his head, pointed his fore-fingers at the ceiling, and said, "Sh-h!" so as to be heard by all. The men around the table instantly sprang up, pointed tneir fore-fingers at the ceil ing, and every one said, "Sh-h!" One knocked over his chair, and some crock ery was broken by the jog that the table received. The two Frenchmen who had followed their employer also repea'ed the same gesture, and "said, "Sh-h!" The men aronnd the table flushed, and then turned pale as they resumed their seats. They recognized Long as he saluted, thein in their peculiar French-Indian patois but they were surly and indisposed to talk. We soon withdrew. "Well," said Lons\ "they're jumpers."' "What did they do that for?" I asked. "They couldn't have helped it if their lives had been at stake." I wanted to investigate this strange phenomenon, if, indeed, it was genuine but I was to start next morning for Ban gor. "I have never seen any of these queer creatures down along the coast," I said. "No," said Long, "they are confined to Canada and the frontiermainly in the lumbering region. There are thousands of jumpers in Maine. By the way, you are coming back in April. Just make a stay of a fortnight, and I'll show you more jumpers than you can count, and more odd and exciting tricks than you ever dreamed of. Jumpers come in out of the woods in the spring, and they will be loafing around here in April, drinking whisky and spending their winter's ear ings." 1 promised I would do it, and I did. I stayed there nearly a month. What he told me is a fact. Jumping Frenchmen are as thick as frogs, and they are not much more intelligent. Jumping or shouting, or moving suddenly when start ed, is peculiar to most of them. I have seen as many as twenty-five jumpers to gether. Touch one of them when he was not expecting it, on the neck, or even on the hand, and he would cry out, trembling, turn pale and catch his "breath, and his crying out would be pretty certain to start the others. There are many different kinds ot jump- ers. Some, when startled, fiercely strike out directly in front of them, "bitting whatever is in the way. As made it my business to watch these men, I saw a good deal rof as they generally struck only the air! They tike to tease one another, or jump one another, as it is called there. This is their principal source of fun, and when ever there is a gathering of them they warily watch to avoid a jump: Occasion ally a man when laughing is jiimped either by a sudden noise a chiphittini him on the back. Then he flings away whatever he has in his hands, saw one pouring some milk into his coffee. I shouted to hini, "fling it" and he flung the pitcher across the room, smashing it against the wall. A gong hung behind a door, but it had not been used for years on occount of its startling effect on jump ers. One day a stranger tapped it. A man whom I was trying to talk with struck aimlessly into the air, and another knocked a friend into the great fireplace. Any of these jumpers can be made to strike anybody that stands near enough, by shouting to him. "Hit him!"- Long tells me that seven were knocked down in a second, the general assault being in duced by a clumsy waiter dropmng a tray. I saw ono fellow who sneezes whenever any body else sneezes, or even when anybody indulges in a simulated sneeze. His nervous system seems to be easily imposed on. I saw another who, though he does not know a word of Eng lish, will repeat any short sentence spoxen to him suddenly. "Good morning, how'd do?" I said to him. "Good morning, how'd do?'' he re peated after me, with excellent articula tion.N. T. Sun. An Appalling Chinese Cure. It is an undoubted fact that even down to the time of Sydenham, "mumm v" was held to be a drug of great curative pow ers in China, and was administered in cases of fever an'i ague. But what should be said of the "exhibition" to a patient of apiece of human flesh freshly taken from the living subject? This exception ally appalling medicament seems to have been made use of under very singular circumstances in China. A recent number of the Pekin Gazette published an appli cation to the emperor from the governor general of the province of Kwang-Tung, for permission to erect a memorial struc ture in honor of the filial devotion of a young lady twenty-one years of age, the daughter of a magistrate of Canton. She is described as having been "brought up by ber father from childhood, well edu cated, and deservedly reputed for virtue and intelligence." In the spring of last year her papa fell ill, and was most ten derly nursed by his devoted daughter. At the end 6f six months the old gentle man became much worse, whereupon the young lady cut a piece of flesh from her arm and mixed it with his medicine. This remedy proved fatal to the patient and his daughter, who had vowed to sacrifice her life for his, poisoned herself on the same day that her father died. This melancholy story of heroic filial piety, mingled with the most barbarous ignorance and superstition, may be in structively read in juxtaposition with a letter received in Shanghai from the Ro man Catholic bishop of Shanshi. Says Monsignor Monagatta, who is a resident of Tai Yuen, the capital of a province in which famine has been raging with the most fearful severity: "Until lately the starving people were content to feed on the dead but now they are slaughtering the living for food. The husband eats his wife parents eat their children and in their turn sons and daughters eat their dead parents. This goes on almost every day." Cannibalism has in a more or less marked degree been an attendant hoiror on the majority of great famines but th 1 systematic eating of human flesh in a time of scarcity is hardly to be wondered at in a country where" young ladies of rank, education, and intelligence grow up to be twenty-one in the belief that a piece of human flesh can be benificial as an inward medicament. It may be men tioned that the imperial government has sanctioned the erection of the memo rial to the daughter ot the Canton magis trate, but that only very languid steps have been taken to alleviate the ravages of the famine. Portuguese Courtship. The young men of Portugal have one occupation more important than wearing tight boots, ana which almos.', in fact^ goes with itthat of making the very mildest form of love known among men. The young gentlemen pay their address es by simply standing in front ot the house occupied by the object of their af fections, while the young person in question looks down approvingly from an upper window, and there the matter ends. They are not within speaking dis tance, and have to content themselves with expressive glances and dumb show, for it would be thought highly unbe coming for the ycung lady to allow a biUct-dowx to flutter down into the street, while the laws of gravitations stand in the way of the upward flight of such a document, unweighted, at least, with a stone, and this, of course, might risk gving the young lady a black eye, I breaking her father's window panes. So the lovers there remain, often for hours, feeling no doubt very happy, but looking unutterably foolish. These silent courtships sometimes continue for very long periods before the lover can ask the fatal question, or the lady return the nal answer. How to Succeed, i this hitting, most of it harmless II v'\ Before departing for his foreign home, Bayard Taylor made the following re marks respecting the rules of success, that are worth their weight in gold td any and every young man, as the experi ence of one whom all delight to honor: "I have always reverently accepted them fir ,t, labor nothing can be had for nothing whatever a man achieves, he must pay for it and no favor of fortune can absolve him from his duty. Secondly, patience and forbearance which is sim ply dependent on the slow justice of time. Thirdly, and most important, faith. Un less a man believes in something far higher than himself, something infinitely purer and grander than he can ever be comeunless he has an instinct of an or- j der beyond his dreams, of laws beyond his comprehension, of beauty, and good, and justice, beside which his own ideals are dark, he will fail in every loftier form of ambition, and ought to fall.