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The Poet's Grave.
BT THE LATE BA.TUU) TAYLOR.
The following poem was written by the
lamented poet when a meie stripling and
published in a little volume with his
popular poem entitled "Ximena:''
'Twas in a sunny forest-nook,
With flowers and moss o'ergrown
Where nought was heard save the bee's low
hum"
Or wild wind's liquid tone
They laid the gentle bard to 1 est
When life's wild dream was o'er,
When the lyre he woke with magic po^ver
Gave forth its notes no more.
They laid him there when sunset's beam
Yet lingered on the hill,
But the heart that leaped at that blight hour
In death's long sleep was still
Sadly they heaped the mossy mould
Above his fu young form,
And wept that soon the grave should hide
The heait fice and irm.
The elm's long boughs dioop o'er the tuif
Like mourners weeping by,
And there, in spun?, the MOlct fu&t
Looks up with mild blue eje
And when tht forests in the garb
Of summer, proudly wa\e,
A thousand low, sweet melodies
Float mouinfuliound his gi.v\c.
A holy calm breathes o'er the spot,
The trees daik shadows lling,
Save wheu through twining bough*, quick
gleams
The wild bird's flashing wing,
Theie, when the sunset's glow decays
Bright forms *ith sunny hail,
Glide slowly through the forest aisles,
Then fade in twihgnt air.
A TALE\)F THE OLDEN TIME.
In the summer ot 1737, when we were
lighting against the encroachments f
France on the northern and western boi
*ders, there lay among the picturesque
hills of Koithern Virginia a large plant i
tion. The family mnnsion stood OH ele
vated ground, with sloping lawns and
broad jriazzas, shaded by an abundant
growth of ivy and tall poplais.
The owner of this beautiful astute wa?
an eccentric old planter, whose chief
pride lay in the immutability of his
word A law of the Medes and Persians
could soonei have been broken than his
commando changed and under his ar
arbitrary lttlc he had brought up a
daughterhis orly child She was just
seventeen, and was possessed of a beauty
so rare and unconscious that, added to
her prospective wealth, it caused her
frame to spread tar and wide.
About this time the atrocities of the
Indians giew so danng and terrifying
that the plintei determined on getting a
son-in-law possessing strength and cour
age, even at the sacntice ef his da'ightei's
happiness but he rnatuitd his plans be
fore he revealed them.
One afternoon, la+e in Aagust, the
planter's daughter stood on the western
piazza, leaning against a pillar coyered
with climbing ro-es. She was dejected
ly gazing into the goldjn, naZ clouds
that lay piled in the distant west, and
nervously pu'ling apait the roses, until
the flooi at her fert was covered with
petals. "Oh, dear,''s'ie exclaimed at last,
"I wonder if anything can be done!"
"About wheat, honey's" asked a moth
erly-looking coTored woman, looking up
from her knitting through a pair of large
brass spectiales.
"Haven't you heard, mammy, of fath
er's last whim?" sighed the girl. "We
are to have a jumping match on the east
lawn in tsvo weeks. All the young men
of the village are invited to take part, and
I am to mairy the one who jumps the
farthest."
"Lord o' massy, chile! de butcher's
son might jump de furdest!"
"Oh, no theie is little dangei of that.
I fear others more
"I reckon, dirlin', dem savages is de
cause of all dis here trouble," said the
woman thoughfully. "Mas^a is awful
ly 'fraid dey'll come up here and butcher
us wilout judge or jury, an' he's gettin'
ole, honey, and eds a son dat can fite
an' larn the boys to fite, too."
A quick step on the gravel walk made
the young girl turn. "Oh, here is Tom
at last 1" she exclaimed, as, with beaming
face and heightened color, she sprung
lightly down the steps to meet a fine
looking young military ofheer.
"I am so glad to see you," she said,
extending both hands. "And so old Tim
actually found you?"
"Yes," he replied, taking her hands,
and then lifting her tell-tale face to find
a confirmation of her words in the inno
cent depths of her dark eyes. "Tim
found me, and here I am, Netti but I
have only ten or fifteen minutes to stay.
Let us walk in that path yonder, where
we can talk undisturbedly:" and he
drew her hand through his arm. "Tour
note tells me of this jack-a-napes whim
of your father's, and the consequent son
in-law business. I' fairly makes my
blood boil to think he ivould subject \ou
to such a tiial."
But YOU can jump frather than any one
else, Tom and you won't have to go to
Carlisle, will you?"
"No, thank fortune, not for some time.
We are at Foit Cumberland now, but in
a few days will be nearer this plantation.
Col. Stanwix sent me down with a party
of men to help dose these Indians with
gunpowder. They have committed such
fearful ravages not very far off."
"I wonuer where Col. Washington is?
Why doesn't he stop these cruelties, if he
is as brave as they say?" asked Nettie.
"Because Gov. Dinwiddie is always in
terfering with him. He has scarcely
more than enough men at his own head
quarters in Winchester to protect Fort
London alone. As to his bravery, it can't
be questioned. He received four bullets
through his coat at the battle of the Mon
ongahela, two years ago, and had two
horses killed under him, and he was just
recovering from a fever, too. But, Nettie,
we can talk of this some other time.
Now to business: On the day of the
match, if"
'Oh, don't say it, Tom," interrupted
Nettie, hiding her face on his arm. "You
know father is inexorable, and if you fail!"
"Fail or not fail, you belong to me,
darling," exclaimed the young man, em
phatically, "and nothing shall separate
us. Wear the ring as a pledge, and, if
the worst is realized, you and I must be
among ths missing immediately after the
festivities. Will you do just as I tell you.
Nettie?"
"Yes, Tom," she replied, in a low tone.
"Thenwecen make arrangements for
a failure when we meet, for I can't think
it possible that I can fall." He spoke
hurriedly, for there was not a moment to
spare. ".Duty is imperative," he contin
ued, with a smile, "and I have scarcely
time to reach my post, so good-bye, Net
tie, for two weeks."
The appointed day dawned bright and
clear. Promptly the young men assem
bled, each eager to win so much beauty
and wealth. The gentry and farmers al
so came to witness the unusual spectacle.
The old planter, with his friends, took
places on the judges' platform, while
Nettie, at her father's command, stood at
a little distance, under a group of trees,
with her old nurse and a few young
friends. The contest began, and had
nearly closed, when a horseman galloped
up the road, and seeing the crowd, fast
ened his horse, and walked over the lawn
to inquire what was going on.
He was about twenty-five, very tall,
and with a military bearing remarkable
in one so young. Such dignity of de
portment would seem, in these days, in
consistent with such a pastime as jump
ing, but then it was a common amuse
ment, like our base-ball. He stepped up
to Tom, and asked: "Can any one take
part? I should like very much to try my
skill."
"Certainly I believe the old planter's
whim included the world at large," said
Tom, curtly, as he moved oft to take his
turn.
The soldier stood neat black Tim, who
had been watching the contest with much
inteiest, but who now lurued his atten
tion to the long limbs of the stranger
with a good deal of concern expressed on
his old black features "I say, niassa,"
and Tim's eyes rolled round in his anxie
ty in a way quite fearful to behold, dis
-.t..^ 0
yer youf, what you was talkin' to, is Ms
sa Tom, an' de is 'gage alieady
young missus and him. She likes him
wonderful, but p'raps you donno dat our
Miss Nettie is de prze, what de old man
put up foe de biggest jumper. I's awful
'fraid you'll jump de fardest wed dem
lona legs. No ditpect meant, nsassa."
The reply to Tim's discourse was lost
in a shout from tne crowd, for the peo
ple's favoriteyoung Capt. Tom Leeard
^had outstripped all ot his competitors.
But, to the surprise of maay, this mili
tary stranger claimed a turn, and the old
chroniclertradition bears a fabulous
record of his success acress this chasm of
20 years.
A moment of silent astonishment suc
eeedtd, and then a^cse a few shouts of
admiration, a feeliag all would have
shared but for their sympathy with An
nette. Trembling like a leaf, she leanod
sadly on Tom's arm, while he whisperrd
hurried directions for their flight, and
was leading her reluctant steps towards
the ivy-covered tower, that had been ar
ranged near the platform tor her and her
successful knight.
The old planter, stepping from his
slight elevation, and, putting his daugh
ter's hand in that of the victor, said:
"You have won the prize, sir, and, as my
oid is never broken"
"Excuse me, ir," broke in the soldier,
holding the hand of the blushing girl,
but you must allow me to interrupt you
one moment. I took part in this contest
for the simple picas are of trying my
powers with otheis, and not as a rival. I
confess this solitaire jewel is a raie prize,
wonderfully rare, for a fathei's heait to
suirender to such an occasion, and,
much as I might legret it under other
circumstances, my engagements ren-. ev it
impossible for me to accept the honoi
you seem willing to confer. I, thetefore,
lelinquish my right in favor of him who
came next me in the list," and turning,
hs placed the hand he held in that of the
smprised and happy Tom adding, in a
lower tone, "besides, the hand and heait
should never be divorced.'
"Look here, young officer," abruptly
mteiruptedthe planter, "I should be glad
to know your name and have you remain
with us."
"Thank you, sir," was the leply, "but I
have already lingered here too long. We
are mak'ng military preparations to stop
these Indian depredations, and you can
judge it is no time for an officer to be
long absent fiom his post. I am sorry
to be forced to bid you so hunied a fare-
well."
He shook hands with the young couple
and congratulated them urjon the happy
termination ol the contest, and, waving
an adie to the rest, mounted his horse
and was soon out of sight. The old
planter did nGt long survive, and never
saw his young visitor again.
Tom and Nettie married and settled
down in the old homestead, which wealth
and happiness turned into a paradise.
The French war was soon closed, but a
greater one began when the colonies
threw off the yoke of England. From
this struggle rose the fame of George
Washington, commander-in-chief of the
American armies, until it not only filled
all Europe, but rose higher still to be
"first in the hearts cf his countrymen."
After liberty was gained for 3,000,000
people, Washington sought the retire
ment of home. On Christmas eve, 1783,
he once more reached Mount Vernon,
after an absence of eight years and a half,
during which time he had stopped there
only twiceon his way to Yorktown and
back.
The September following his return he
began an equestrian tour beyond the Al
leghanies, where he held some property,
and, going near the plantation wheie
twenty six years before he had partici
pated in a jumping-match, he called.
Two young girls were sitting en the
piazza, and rose to meet liim as he ascend
ed the steps. "Do Captain and Mrs.
Lenard still reside here?" here he asked.
"Yes, sir," answeied the younger. "I
will call mama while the elder point
ing to an easy chair of willow, said,
"Won't you take a seat, sir it is cooler
out here than inside," blushing all the
while under hi3 scrutinizing gaze just as
her mother had done years Before.
"Is your name Nettie?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Named for your mother, I suppose?"
The astonished girl had no time to reply,
for the Tom and Nettie of olden time ap
peared through the arched doorway and
the stranger rose to greet them.
"Will you take in an old friend and
wayfarer to dine with you to-day? It is
pleasanter being with friends than at an
inn."
"With pleasure," they replied, in the
old Southern style of true hospitality. He
noticed, however, their look of perplex
ity, and said "I will not tax your mem
ory tooj tar, for twenty-six years bring
heavy changes, still you can't forget
our last meeting. Do you remember a
young colonel, captain, whose presump
tion enabled him to outstrip you in a
jumping match years ago, and who yield
ed his right to the prize you so much
coveted?"
"Indeed I do," exclaimed Capt. Len
ard, springing up and grasping hi3 hand
once more. "1 knew I had seen you
somewhere, general"a name Tom had
unwittingly given him from the first
"but I could not recall the occasion. We
are indeed glad to see you, and give you
a warm welcome to our table."
They sat on the piazza after dinner,
the same old western piazza, with its
climbing roses, where Nettie stood in
her youthful grief just twenty-six years
before. And here, shaded by the same
old ivies and poplars, they talked of the
changes the years had wrought, particu
larly for our country. Gen. Washington
enjoyed his visit exceedingly. They all
addressed him as "General," but their
free and unconstrained remarks relating
to the late war, and their intense admira
tion tor the great leader of the American
armies were evidence enough that he was
unknown.
When he rose to take leave, and was
giving each a warm pressure of the hand
WRS talkin' to, is Mas
dey is 'gaged alieadyde
in farewell, Capt. Lenard said, "general,
I gave you this name because it seemed
to suit you, not that I thought you were
one then, and it is the only name we
have known you by. Were you
aware you had never enlightened us?"
Washington smiled. "I supposed from
several remarks made to day that I was
unknown, and I have' enjoyed our fr
$ot The Goose For Her Set.
I was tiding with Charles Dickens one
day when he suddenly woke the echoes
with one of his bursts of laughter. On
my asking, with a smile of anticipation,
what the joke was, he took from his
pocket a letter just received from Harriet
Martmeaw, who was staying at Tyne
mouth foi her health, and who had noted
the following incident of life in lodg
ings:
In the same house a the authoress was
sojourning a good-natured woman, com
fortable in person and in circumstances,
and not a little vulgar and on the floor
above a lady of delicate health, of
straightened income, but of distinguished
connections, as she proclaimed to the
Tynemouth world. As Mis. A. below
was string down one day all alone to her
midday dinner of roast goose, it seemed
to the good soul that even her enjoyment
of so excellent a bird wowId be increased
bj participation with the solitary, sickly,
and ill-fed Mrs. B. above she therefore
cut some delicate slices Irom the breast
and sent them up between two hot plates,
accompanad by sage and onions and gj a
vy and her compliments, by the hands
ot Betty the maid. There was an omin
ous, an awful pause oi some duration,
and then Betty came down again, paler,
with the luncheon untouched between
the two hot plates, and on top of them a
note which was to this effect, verbatim
"Mrs. B. will thank Mrs. A. to dissemi
nate her goose in her own sphere."
London World.
Too Old a Bird.
A couple of chaps, whose yeais will be
few in the land it they do not reform, en
teied a Gratiot Avenue sal .on five or six
day? ago, and one of them explained to
the piopiietor:
this fellow and me have got a bet. I
bet him ten dollais that Grant will be the
next President, and he takes me. Here's
the moneywe want you to keep it untl
the bet is decided in 1880."
"I will do zo," was the calm reply, as
the money was raked in.
Tne strangers departed, each vigorous
ly asserting that he wasn't afraid to trust
the saloonist, and they were not seen
again until yesteiday forenoon. They
then appeared to remark:
"We have been talking the thing over,
and have concluded to withdraw that bet.
ft has been some tiouble to you, and it
you hand over nine dollars, we'll call it
square."
"I am no such mon as dot," replied the
saloonist, as he opened the till "I make
no charge here ish der cash."
He threw them out the two fives they
had left, a sly twinkle in his eye, and as
they slid out, he called after them:
"Shentlemen, ^hen you mases any
moar pets blease call aroundt!"
But they won't. The two bills were
base counterfeits, and they didn't get
mixed up with his honest cash.Detioit
Free Press.
Giving the Boy a Start.
A lonesome-looking boy was yesterday
hanging around a wood-yard in the
nortnern part of the city, when the owner
of the yard, having both charity and
philanthropy for boys with tears in theii
eyes, asked the lad why he didn't
peddle apples or do something to earn a
few shillings. The boy replied that he
had no capital, md the wood-yard man
took out a nickle, and said:
"Now, my noy, I'm going to start you
life. Take this nickel and go and
make a purchase of something or other.
I'll buy it of you for ten cents, no matter
what it is. Come, now, let's set what soit
of a business head you have on you."
The boy took the nickel and went off,
but in ten minutes was back with a gal
lon jug which he had purchased with the
nickel.
"Well, you are a keener," replied the
man. "I never saw one of those sold less
than fifteen cents to any one. I want
such a jug, and here's its fair price. Go
now and lay out your fifteen cents in ap
ples and I'll buy half your stock."
The boy did not return. Perhaps he
fell into a sewer somewhere but* you
can't make the wood-yard man believe
so. When he lifted the jug from under
the table where the boy had carefully
placed it, he found a hole in the bottom
laige enough to let in a black and tan
temer.Detroit Free Piess.
While traveling in a Hudson river
county, Lorenzo Dow stopped at a coun
try tavern kept DV a man named Bush.
The next morning the celebrated Eras
tus Root, who lived near, called tor his
morning dram and was introduced to
the celebrated preacher. He said to
Dow: "Well, sir) I am galdto see you,
and I want you to tell me about the future
world you speak of. Describe its appear
ance, and the face of the country in gen-
eral." Mr. Dow, knowing their disbelief
in revealed religon, said: "Heaven is a
beautiful place, beyond our capacity to
conceive, and there is not a Root or Bush
a it." They asked n further questions.
A young man sends us a long essay on
"The True Aim of Journalism." We
haven't read the article, but suppose the
author, like every one else, prefers the
Smith & Wesson, navy size, No. 44 calib
er, to any other pistol. In this locality,
especially, is the aim of the journalist of
the greatest importance, and the man
whose hands shakes and who can't hit an
outraged community's third vest button
three times out of five has no busmess
trying to run a paper in California.San
Francisco News-Letter.
Jacob's-ladder or trailing vines should
be hung from the arch or ceiling. A few
bright colored Chinese lanterns hung
among the baskets produce a picturesque
contrast. Then in the center put a large
plaster cast of some of the beautiful
Greek headsa Madonna or a Flora,
Hebe, or Diena.
The crownless flower bonnets for even
ing and reception wear have been sup
planted by crownless bonnets made of
short curled ostrich-tips, closely laid, and
effectually covering the head-piece.
The coasts"
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GKORGK WASHINGTON,
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.Not a word wa
po ken, an^ in the
silence of amazements their world-famed
guest departed.
A the "ship glides onward, fairdgreen leas,
Woo cfowned uplands bathe in mystic
au
light,
4
social intercourse too march to enli',^ ct
you. Will you excuse what has gt^me 3
like a breach in politeness? Aa(
rectify the error now as far
Show on an island, set in the moonbeams
white,
Or blush of sunrise. Glad, we steer for these
The mirage pales, the mists close thick again,
We seethe great gray waves, and nothing
more
And listen, with a yearning, useless pain,
To hear the soft waves whisper on the shore
Shore of the happy land we used to know,
Ke'er tiodden twice in life, the Long Ago.
Ml the Year /Sound.
FAIR AGNES.
The Chambermaid of Marblehead Who
Became a "Lady."
Sir Chailes Henry Fiankland, son of a
former Governor of Bengal, and descend
ed noni a family of England tracing a
lineage back to the Norman conquest,
had visited America long previous to the*
war of the Revolution, and was holding
the office of collector of his Majesty's
customs Boston under thp royal gov
ernment of Missachussetts. "Unhappily,
the gay manners and licentious princi
ples of the young knight were better ac
commodated to the profligate circle-* of
the Old World courts in which he moved
than to the severe morality of Puiitan
New England society.
One some occasion, in pursuit eithei of
busness or pleasure, it would appear that
this nobleman chanced to visit the vil
lage of Marblehead (some sixteen tradi
tions say Glouster), where, at the village
inn, he found a damsel of -'sweet six-
teen." without shoes or stockings, and
engaged in the very unromantic employ
ment oi scrubbing the staircase. Attrac
ted, however, by her appearance, for,
notwithstanding her deshabille, she was
yet evidently possesed of an unusally
comely face and form, the gallaat youth
went up and then came down again, un
til at length he had quite fallen in love
with the young baiefooted beauty.
Meanwhile the giace of her attendance
upon the tea-table materially aided a
conquest which, when our hero ascer
tained that to the cbaims of personal
lovelinesss were united withal a lively
wit and a strong though uncultivated
mind, became complete.
The "noble" adventurer improved his
eaihest opportunity to make known to
tiie fair maid his feelings toward her. He
rlid not feel at libeity at present, in view
ot the immense social ai&paut between
t'-em, to offer her his hand in "marriage.
But, if she was disposed, she should be
come his comnamon for life. On their
letuiu to Bos'.-jix she shoald at once be
put in the way of acqtiiiing all the ac
cunphshmento the way of education
A Inch the be^t mstructoi- at the time
could bestow. This achieved, she should
be installed the permanent an^ sole mis
tress of his mansion, as she was already
the undisputed mistiess of his heart.
Bewildeied by this sudden and most un
expected stioke of seeming good fortune,
the rustic and penniless beauty yielded
to the aident and persuasive protestations
of her "noble" and consented forthwith to
return with him to Boston.
The vigorous tone of moral sentiment
existing from the earliest diy here in
New England, it need hardly be said, was
grossly outraged and scandalizad by such
a connection as this, all unblessed as it
was by any pretence of matrimonial rites
and especially by one so conspicuously
paraded befoie the eyes of all as was this
ot Sir Chailes Henry Frankland's high
social position and commanding influence.
Such behavior might possibly be allowed
in the lax and' profligate circles of the
Old World But Nesv England society
would admit of nothing of the kind, even
though the offender was possessed of un
told wealth, was a royal official and an
English nobleman.
So it happened that, while the com
panion of Sir Henry was surrounded by
all graces and luxuries and accomplish
ments, she was yet insulated amid a vir
tuous community. The knight himself
was made to feel keenly the disgrace he
was bringing upon himself and his house.
At length, driven by the stern reproba
tion oi an uncorrupted public opinion to
seek a retreat beyond its censure for
himself and his frail and comparatively
unoffending associate, he purchased a
wide domain in Hopkinton, and erected
within its bounds one of the most splen
did mansions of the country. Tne ap
pioach to it was thr.mgh noble avenues,
hewn out of the deep primeval forest,
and overshadowed by the most ancient
of trees. And theie in that quiet, yet
palatial retreat, Sir Henry was wont, it
was said, to beguile his otherwise tedious
days by maintaining, on a mimic scale,
the customs of his baronial ancesters,
and piacticing many of the usages of
feudal times while his magnificent stud
of horses and pack of hounds, with feast
and festival, combined to invite many a
gay and unscrupulous guest from "the
haunts of the metropolis to the solitude
ot This interior town.
But not always was Sir Henry Frank
land to pursue this aimless, profligate
career, or to withhold from his associate
in sin the dower of wifehood which wa3
her due. An event is at hand which is
effectually to sober him, and, by impress
ing permanently upon his mind a sense
of the unstabihty of human affairs, to
direct his thoughts to higher things, and
having been appointed Consul-General to
Portugal, it so happened that he was re
siding at Lisbon at the time of the great
earthquake, November 1, 1755. Saved,
as it were, by a miracle irom *hat most
appalling and almost unprecedented ruin,
the hitherto gay Lothario suddenly "came
to himsell"was so profoundly affected
by his narrow escape from instant death
that, immediately upon his deliverance,
he made haste to do justice to his long
suffering companion oy espousing her in
due form, and so making her at last his
lawful wife.
The two subsequently returned to
America, and every year thereafter, as
long as he lived, on the anniversary of his
memorable deliverance, Sir Henry was
accustomed to retire to a certain room in
his house in Hopkinton, and there having
secluded himself from every visitor, keep
solemn fast. In the apartment about
him, it is said, were hung up, torn, soiled,
and covered with lime and dust that he
had gathered on them at the time of the
disaster, the identical garments worn by
him amid the ruins and debris of that
doomed city.
Having, many years after the events
just recorded, revisited England on busi
ness, Sir Henry died suddenly at Bath,
Januiry 11th, 1768. Lady Franiriand con
tinued to reside at Hopkinton until the
breaking out of hostilities in connection
with the American Revolution. Though
a Marblehead girl herself, yet, as the wite
of an English nobleman, she not unnatur
ally so incurred the suspicions of the stur
dy patriots that her situation early became
an extremely embarrassing, not to say a
dangerousgone. Removal to Boston be
ing obstructed, she sought the protection
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of the provincial Congress of Massachu
setts, and received permission of one of
the committees to proceed with her ef
fects to the town. Notwithstanding this
sanction of high authority, excitement
yet among the inhabitants of the neigh
borhood ran so higharmed parties even
assuming to arrest her journey, and to de
tain her person and effects-that it was
not until the power of the provincial
congress actually interposed to liberate
the same from captivity that she succeed
ed in effecting her escape.
After many delays, and after having
been subjected to a multitude of need
less anoyances, Lady Frankland finally
sailed for Eaglandbidding a lasting
adieu to her native land and her forest
home at Hopkinton. Tradition says that
she was afterward married to a Major
Drew, ot the royal army and that she
finally died suddenly in the very act of
dressing for a ball. While adjusting her
hair before a mirror, she was siezed with
uioital sickness, and fell and in a few
moments, and with the gay attire ot the
ball-room, as it weie, for her winding
sheet, expired.
Thus ended the romantic career of fan
Agnesthe chambermaid ot Marble
head.
Some brief letters, it is said, of Lady
Fiankland are still preserved in the ar
chives of the provincial Congress, remark
able for the beauty and grace of then
chnography, though betiaying, in occa
sional enois of spelling, the defects cf
her early education.
For many a generation the old Frank
land mansion at Hopkinton was still
standing. Reduced from its primitive
aristocratic proportions to those of Re
publican simplicity, it yet long letained,
in its find old hall, as also in its rich ta
pestry hangings, significant mementos of
its original and superlative magnificence.
Springfield Republican.
NEARLY BURIED ALIVE.
The scene was in Italy the facts were
related to me by the daughter of two ot
the parties concerned, and 1 shall tell the
tale as nearly as possible as she told it to
me.
"You will scarcely wonder," &he said,
at my honor of being buried alive, when
I tell you that a peouhar fate seeme to
pursue our family, or at least did pursue
it in the last generation. My father was
an only son, and having been born sevei
al years aftei his parents1
marriage, WR*.
an object of especial devotion.
mother was unable" to nu"3e him herstll
and a country woman was procured fiopi
a village at some distance fiom the ch i
teau wheie his paientb resiatd, whovuis
not only well calculated to rephc
1 t'K
mother as a nurse, but WAS of so affec
tionate a disposition that she seemed to
throw her whole soul into her caie foi
the well-being of the ctuld and lavished
as much affection on him as did the re^l
mother. When the age came for wean
ing him, it was found impossible to ac
complish it while the nurse remained
with him and so, after many terrnble
scenes and the most heart-breaking sor
row on her part, she had to go. The boy
thiove very well until he was rbout
three years old, when he was attacked by
some childish malady and to all appear
ances died.
"It is unnecessary to dwell on the dis
tracted grief of the parents. The mother
could scarcely be induced to leave the
body, and even though all life was ex
tinct, grudged evtry moment as it flew
toward the time when even what was left
of her darling woulel have to be removed
forever. (The time that was allowed by
the Government for bodies to remain un
burled was three days.) The father had
given strict orders that the child's nurse
should not be informed of the death of
her foster son until after the funeral, as
he felt convinced she would at once
come to see him, and he dreaded the ef
fect the sight of her grief might have on
his already broken-hearted wife. How
ever, 'the order was ill kept, and on the
morning of the funeral, after all the
guests had arrived, and were grouped
around the coffin taking their last farewell
of the lovely boy, in rushed the nurse,
her bair down, her dress all torn and
travel-stained, her boots nearly worn off
her feet. On hearing the news, she had
started off without waiting for extra
clothing, without word*or look to any one,
and had run the whole night, in order to
be in time to see her boy. As she en
tered the room she pushed past serv
ants and guests, and on reaching the
coffin seized the child, and before any
one was aware of her intention, or had
presence of mind to prevent her, she had
vanished with him in her arms. It was
found she had cariied him off to the
grenier, or garret, and had locked and
barricaded the door. She paid no atten
tion to threats of entreaties, and all at
tempts at torcing the door were equally
fruitless. The guests waited patiently,
hoping that she would before long return
to hei senses and bring back the child's
body for burial.
"At the end of an hour or more they
heard the heavy furniture rolled away and
the door opened. The nurse appeared,
but with n dead child in her arms -the
little thing's arms were clasped lovingly
round her neck as she pressed him to hei
bosom. Tne murnful assemblage was
turned into one of joyful congratulation.
The woman would never speak of tht
means she used to restore the boy to life
indeed, although she became from that
hour a resident in the family and a trusted
and valued friend, she steadily forbore
ever referring to the incident in which she
played so important a part. She lived to
see the rescued child married and with a
family of his own around him.
"The heroine of the second anecdote
was a first cousin of the above 'rescued
child'a young lady of thirteen or four
teen years old. After a somewhat pro
tracted illness, she, to all appearance,
died. The mother literally refused to be
lieve it, although the doctors and the
other inmates of the house saw no reason
to doubt the fact. The funeral was ar
ranged, the grave made, and the specified
three days had come to an end. The
mother had never left her daughter's body
she had tried every available means to
restore her, but to no avail. As the hour
approached for the ceremony to take place,
she became more and more desperate in
her efforts to convince herself that life still
lingered. As a last resource, she went
for some strong elixir, and taking
out of hei pocket a fruit
knife with two bladesone blade of gold
the other of silverproceeded by contin
ual working to force the gold blade be
tween the teeth. When inserted, she
poured a drop of elixir on the blade,
then another and another, and tried to
make it enter the mouth, but it seemed
only to trickle back again and down the
chin. Still she persevered, becoming
more desperate as the moments flew on
to the hour, now so near, when her child
was to be taken from her. At the very
last, when she was beginning to dread
the very worst, she thought she detected
a slight spasm in the throat: and on
closer examination she became aware
*rrmnxR/je.w:
that the liquid was no longer returning,
as it did at first. She continued the ap
plication, every moment feeling more
excited and more joyfully hopeful. Pres
ently the action of swallowing became
more decided she felt a feeble flutter at
the heart, and before long the eyes grad
ually opened, and closed again but the
breathing became quietly regular, and
the mother was satisfied that now no one
would dispute the fact so she called her
housrhold around her, and proved to
thtm the joyful fact that her child was
restored to her, and that no funeial pro
cession would leave the house that day.
Befoie long the child fully recovered.
The fruit knife with its two blades is to
this day the most precious heirloom in
the family possession.
"The recovered one lived to form a
deep attachment to her cousin (the res
cued boy of the first story), possibly from
the fact of the strange similarity in their
early history: but his affections were al
ready engaged by the young lady whose
story we are now going to relate, the facts
of which resemble somewhat those al
ready told. This young person was no
longer a child when death seemed to
claim her, but had reached the age of
eighteen or nineteen. She had been suf
fering from an inlectious and dangerous
'ever, and when the crisis arrived, instead
of rallying, she, to all appearance, died.
It was the custom of the district in which
she lived, to dress marriageable girls as
orides after death, and to bury them in
their bridal costume. The young lady in
question was therefore laid out as a bnde,
in a white dress, orange-flower wreath
and veil. The day before the funeral,
the most intimate friend of the deceased,
who had been on a visit at a aistance,
came home, and insisted with floods of
tears that she should be allowed to see
her. The mother most decidedly refused,
explaining that her daughti had been the
victim of an infectious fever, and that she
could not allow the daughter of a fiiend
to run the risk of catching i+. Tne young
ladv persisted, and would not leave "the
house but the mother, much as it pained
her, was firm in her refusal. However,
in the evening the young friend being on
the watch, saw the paid watcher leave the
room to go down to supper, leaving the
door unlocked. Sue immediately entered,
tnd having reverently kissed her friend's
pale face,,knelt down by the side of the
bed to pray. There were candles at each
side ot the bed at its head, and two
placed on a table at its foot.
The poor girl was deep in her prayers,
when suddenly, without any movement or
warning, the dead girl sat up and said in
a sharp tone of voice
lQve fnibtu laV
(Wnat ue you doing there') Startled and
honifkd to the last degree, her tnend
-.prang to her knees, and in trying to
r-tsh out of the room upset the table on
which the candles were placed and be
came wedged between it and the bed, her
head downmost! inexbicablv entangled,
she shrieked loudly for helt The sup
posed dead girl had a keen" sense of the
ndiculous, and being weakened from ill
ness, she went off into a hysterical fit of
laughter and the more her poor fiiend
kicked and screamed, the more she kept
up the duet by peals of laughter. The
mother and hausehold healing the noise,
rushed up as quickly as possible. The
mothei was the first to enter the room,
and being a quick-witted woman, at once
comprehended the situation she flew to
her daughter and angrily ordering her to
be quiet and not laugh at her friend's
importune, she pressed her to her
bosom, and hastily tearing off wreath
and veil, dropped them on "the floor and
kicked them under the bed: then calling
assistance, she carried the girl into an
other loom and put her to bed. The
doctor, who had been at once seut for,
ordered her to be taken home without
delay, and they started as soon as was
pessible. She perfectly recovered but
strangely enough, could never call to
mind the startling events of her return to
life. She afterward married the gentle
man who was the hero of the first story.
Her poor friend, when extricated from
her unpleasant position, was quite de
lirious she nearly died, and she never
entirely recovered from the shock her
friend's sudden return to life had given
her."
On writing to the lady who related
these anecdotes for permission to publish
shesavs: "You are at liberty to make
what use you like of our family story, on
condition you dt. not mention names of
the family or places but you may add,
that all three who were so nearly buried
alive lived to be very oldmy father to
eighty-four, my mother and aunt to
seventy-sixretaining their health, rare
intelligence and, to a wonderful extent,
their personal beauty to the last."
CJiambefs Journal.
A Knowing "Court."
An anecdote is related of a court held
in a village during the past year, which
we regard as one of the richest in its lin
ot any that has been recorded. The case
on tiial was for the sale ot liquor. The
principal witness was singularly obtuse,
and, though confessing to having made a
i purchase, could not foi the life of him
tell what the article was The most m
genius questioning would not bring it
out. At last the attorney asked him,
"How did it taste?"
"I d'no I"
Here "the couit" interposed, alleging
that to be an improper question, and in
quired of the attorney why he put such
an interrogatory.
"Well, your Honor," replied the attor
ney, "I was unable to make the witness
tell what kind of liquor he bought but I
thought that if he would tell how it tast
ed, the court would be able to determine
for itself!"
The hit was too palatable, and not
even the solemnity of the place or the
cause was sufficient te suppress the mirth
of the audience.
Club Gossip.
Several years ago the New York Even
ing Telegram, under orders of the elder
James Gordon Bennett, employes a gen
tleman to write "club gossip." This in
ventive individual, finding that such in
formation was difficult to obtain, borrow
ed a club-list of the members which was
several years old. Armed with this docu
ment, it was his wont to put into the pa
per paragraphs, bumerous and otherwise,
about the club and its members. One
fine day the tinkle of Mr. Bennett's little
bell was heard, and the reporter was
summoned into the august presence.
"That was a very good joke you made
about Mr. Grace," commenced the editor
in-chief "a very remarkable joke in-
deed." The complimented reporter
bowed his blushing acknowledgement.
"But," added Mr. Bennett, "Mr. Grace,
to my certain knowledge has been dead
ten years. You had better drop that de
partment this is not a spiritualistic jour
nal. That department was dropped,
and the reporter with it.
Femininities.
Weddings are always fashionable*
Slight of HandRefusing a marriage
proposal.
A Woman's RightA right to a hus
band, if she can get one.
Women dj not talk more than men
they are listened to more, that's all.
Let not your hearts be troubled pro
vided diamonds are trumps. -N. T.
Graphic.
When a tramp demands a meal of an
Arkansas woman she sticks a pistol in
bis face and proposes to give it to him by
the barrel.
Now that a baby has been choked by
the rubber tube of a nursing bottle,
mothers will believe the primeval system
of feeding offspring the best by a laige
majority.Boston 1 ranscript.
"Alice Oates celebrated her 27th birth
day in San Francisco, and was made the
recipient of numeious costly presents."
Some editors put a
9 after the figures in the
above item. How mean!
A Pennsylvania girl waited a whole
year before bringing suit for damages
against a man who kissed her without
warning, and the crushing verdict of one
cent damages took IIPI breath away.
The daik border formerly in vogue on
finger-nails is not considered good
taste when accompanied with diamonds,
though a few conservative ladies still ad
here to the old custom.Boston Tran
script.
The Princess of Wales, according to a
correspondent, never flinches when the
crowd stares at her, and always makes
herself good to look at by exquisite taste
in dress. She must feel lonesome in
England.
About this time the man who keeps a
few valuable account books at home, is
pleased, upon reference to them, to find
them full of fern leaves and fl ittened cat
erpillars and sdch, which the dear girls
are pi easing.
As everything indicates that we are
going to have^one of the coidest winters
ever known on the continent, Lydia
Thompson went and bought another
bracelet. She says she is goiDg te keep
warm if she has to smother herself.
A lady friend cf ours went into her
kitchen one day and said to her bright
eyed Iiish COOK, "Betsy, there is to be
an eclipse of the moon to-night, which
you can see if you look out afrer it rises."
"Arrah, ma'am,'" cried Betsy, '-and is i
the moon that ye say is to be ciipsed?
Sure ycz don't have the moon "chpsed
here, does ye^ It*s the SUL my
counthry
The editor of the Hackensack Republi
can went to call ou his girl, when he
saw on the front steps a sign "Beware of
the pnnt.'' He went away sighino-. "I
never before knew that she painted."
New York Herald.
When Miss Mary Anderson a at
Hartford a young fellow who thought
to cultivate her acquaintance sent her an
invitation to dice with him after the por
foirnance, to which the young actress
replied she was not on a foraging tour.
At a wedding rccentlv, when the offici
ating priest put to the lady the question,
"Wilt thou have this man to be thy wed
ded husband?" she dropped the prettiest
courtesy, and wilh a modesty which lent
her beauty and additional grace replied,
"if you please."
A Cleveland lady writes thoagh the
husband was never "unkind," he was oft
en moody and morose until he heard Col.
Ingersoll's lecture on "Libeity of Man,
Woman, and Child." That was over a
year ago, but sirce then he has been as
devoted and tender as before the wed
ding.
"Good night, sweet art, good night,"
sang a level-headed youth at he slammed
the front gate and paced off down the
sheet. Then he look out his hankeichief
to rub the rouge off the tip end of his
nose, and wcndeied how much pearl
powder costs a pound when |iurchased in
large quantities.
A matron dwelling on the banks of the
Tee, England, under cross exemination
as a witness at the Durham assizes,
turned up her nose at the insinuation
that her daughter was inclined to wed a
widower. "Very likely indeed,' said
she, with a toss ot ner "head, "that my
daughter should marry a second-hand
man!"
When is a bdy's d"pss like an unfortu
nate bull-fighter?When it is gored.
And when is it like a partisan?When it
is biased. And when is it like a toper?
When it is fuli. And when is it like
the sails of a ship?When it is trimmed.
Yvhen is A like a season of the year?
When it is lent. When is it no 'longer
fit for use?After she has once worn it
out.
A gray hair was espied among the
raven locks of a chaiming young lady.
"Oh, pray, pull it out," she exclaimed.
"If 1 pull it out ten more will come to
the ftmerai," replied the one who had
made the unfortunate discoveiy. "Pluck
it out, nevertheless," said the dark-haired
damsel "it's no consequence how many
come to the funeral, provided they all
come in black."
A Sailor's Story.
It was a weather-beaten sailor we over
heard in a Clay Street restaurant, the
other day, kindly giving a few reminis
cences of travel to some lady friends he
was treating to corned beef and cabbage.
"Talking about lions," he went on to say,
"they are the intelligence animal what
is. A cur'us thing happened once when
we were on the East Coast last cruise.
One ot our officers went ont hunting deer,
and the next morning his body was tound
bit clean in two, but with his watch
missing. Nobody understood it. Next
day the quartermaster's body was found
in the same condition, with his watch
gone. Seemed as though a lion and
pickpocket were kindly going snacks, as
it were, only the lion didn't eat?nothiug.
Next day two middies disappeared
same result. None ot the sailors were
hurthad no watches, you see. Of course
the whole crew turned out for a grand
hunt, and at last we killed a lion sixteen
feet long. In his stomach we found all
the watches, still running. Cold fact, I
assure you. The ship's surgeon, who cut
the breast open, said he wasn't in good
healthhad a torpid liver. So we seed
at once that the animal had killed all
the officers just to swallow their watches
sorter like pills, you know. The lion
must a' thought that the wheels and
things would kinder tickle him up in
side. When we shot him he was lying
with his eyes shut and mouth open, list
ening to the works going inside of him.
Sounded like a whole jewelry store.
Fact, ma'am. Take some more cabbage.""
There is a great fancy for bright effects
in toilets for promen de wear. Velvet
and satin are much worn in reception
and dinner dresses.