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IRELAND, 1847. OKE OP TEE LATE DXHH FLOHEKCE M'CABinr'S PATEIOTIe POEMS. •God of justice : God of power I Do we dream ? Can it be, In this land, in this hour, With the blossom on the tree, In the gladsome month of May, When the young lambs play, "When the nature looks around On her waking children now. The seed within the ground, The bud upon the bough? Is it right, is it fair. That we perish of despair I- this land, on this soil Where our destiny is get, "VThich we cultured with our toll And watered with our sweat ? "We have plowed, we have sown. But the crop was not our own ; We have reaped, but harpy hand 3 ' ■Swept the harvest from our lands We were perishing for food, .• . i When lo '. in pitying mood Our kindly rulers gave -"..'*. The fat fluid of the slave, ■;/; ■ „'■■ While our corn filled the manger Of the war-horse of the stranger. God of mercy ! must this last? Is this land preordained. Tor the present, and the past, And the future, to be chained— To be ravaged, to be drained, To be robbed, to be spoiled, To be hushed, to be wbipt, Its scaring pinions clipt, And its every effort foiled? Do our numbers multiply But to perish and to die? Is this all our destiny below That our bodies as they rot Hay fertilize the spot When the harvests cf the strangers grow? If this be indeed cur fate. Far, far better now, though late, That we seek some other land and try Eorae othc; zone ; The coldest, bleakest .--re Will surely yield us more Thai; the storehouse of the stranger th*s we dare ne call cur own. OUII MILLY. Way down upon de Suwanee ribber, Far, far away ; D&r's whar my heart aia turnin' eber, Par's whar de ole folks stay. Clear as a bird song the voice floated in through the open, vine-shaded win dow, where sat Edith Morgan and her aunt, Mrs. Hayward, who had just come from Massachusetts to visit at this com fortable Western home. "Why, Edith!" exclaimed the elder of the two ladies, "have you a little ne gro here ? I thought old Hannah was was all you took West." Edith flushed slightly, but smiled, saying : " No, auntie ; your critical ears deceived you this time. That was Oui Milly." " Indeed ! A voice like that in a white child is worthy cf cultivation. Does ehe sing any other songs with equal pa thos?" "I must confess, auntie," replied Edith, "that her music is mostly con fined to negro melodies, which she has learned from Hannah, but she sings them all with great fervor. Really, auntie, I hardly know what to do with Milly. I have ho^e J your coming might help ne out of the quandary. Since mamma's death she has been under no control at aIL Papa thinks whatever she does is just right, and so, of course, permits her to follow her own inclina tions." Here the conversation was interrupted by the entrance of -Miiiy herself. She did not look at all like a "Tom boy," for she v/as a sweet-faced, demure little maiden. " Milly," said her sister, "Aunt Hay ward thought you were a little darky when she hoard you sing. " An irresisti ble smile broke over the pretty face, and the red lips parted, revealing two rows of pearly teeth. She held out two little sunburned hands, saying: "Not quite so bad as that, auntie, though I am tanned 'most black enough, Edith says, and my head is most woolly enough. " And she shook back her tangled curls. "How would you like to go back to Boston with me and take lessons in sing ing?" asked Mrs. Hayward. Milly opened her eyes v.ith wide astonish ment. "Why, auntie, I don't need to learn to sing. I always knew how. I thought you heard me." "You see how she is," said Euith. " When she makes up her mind to any thing there is no changing her. Sho never storms or acts naughty, like other children, but she will any, with the air of a sage: ' No, Edith, I must ! I ought to !' and there she will stay. Papu baya she is made of the same metal as heroes and martyrs, and I don't know but he is right." Mr?.. Hayward remained hi her broth er's home from early June until August, and every any Miliy grew more and more into her heart, till the childless w< felt that she must have the little West ern flower to brighten her city home. But Milly was firm in her refusal. "I cannot leave papa!"' she would say. "He has the first claim on me." One day in the summer she had gone some distance from home to pick ber ries, when there arose one of those ter rible storms so common in some parts of the West ; lightning and rain, accom panied by a furious wind. While the family were in great distress over Mil ly's absence, she came galloping home on a pet cow. When questioned, she answered : "I heard Brindle's bell just before the storm came on, and I knew the cows were all going down to the fork to drink, and their path leads right through the berry path. So I waited a minute or two, till they came filing along, and then jumped right on Erindie's back. I knew by the clouds that we were going to have a blow, and I thought she was so big the wind couldn't carry her off, an.l I meant to hug her tight and lie low, so I wouldn't Mow away. And you sre I succeeded. My berries are all right, though," she added, gay It. "I hid them in an old hollow cottonwood tree, and I'll go and get them after the storm is over." "Were you not frightened?" asked Edith, as she helped Milly change the drenched clothing. "Yes, Edie, I was," she answered, soberly, " and I prayed a little prayer ; but I didn't forget to cling tight." At length the time came for the Bos ton aunt to go home. It was arranged that Edith should accompany her father, as he drove with his sister the thirty miles to the city, where she was to take the eastern-bound train. They were to remain a day in town for the purpose of shopping, returning on the third. As Mr. Morgan kissed his pet daughter good by he said playfully: "Now, Pussy, you must take good care of things while papa is gone." "I will, papa," was the earnest reply. "I dislike to go away," continued her father. "Everything is very dry and there have been fires west of us ; but Patrick and Hannah are faithful and you are worth a half dozen any day." "Don't worry, papa,'dear," said Milly, gyaly. "Just go and have a good tune. We shall be all right." The morning of the third day was clear and pleasant. A breeze from the oppo site direction during the night had blown away the smoke, and with it went the fear from the heart of the poor old black woman. Pat, too, was in good spirits, though, hi his way, he had been as lugubrious as Hannah. So they ail went to work with a good will. Pat was re shingling a barn ; Hannah was baking; for she declared she must do "heaps of cookin'" before "Mars' Morgan and Miss Edith" should come ; and Miily was acting as little maid of all work to the sable cock. She washed dishes, but tered pie plates and cake-tins, occasion ally leaving her work to dart into the sitting room, to assure herself that every thing was in order for the home-coming of her loved ones. Gwine to ride up in de chariot Sooner in de mornin' she sang. But hark ! What was that ? A cry of terror or distress. She flew to the door, followed by Hannah. They saw Patrick crawling toward the house on his hands and knees. " The prairie is on fire he shouted, adding, immediately : " Howly mother, be merciful ! for it's helpless lam in tirely." The prairie was indeed on lire, though at some distance. Pat, from his perch on the barn, had epied it, and, in his haste to get down and give the alarm, had slipped on the ladder and fallen to the ground, severely spraining his ankle. "You must burn a sthreak, Miss Milh , and just as quick as ever ye can, for the fire is a-comin' like an express thrain. " Milly understood — she had often heard of it — and already tha matches and some bit 3 of paper were in her hand. " Where, Pat? " she called. "Outforninst yon wire fence. I'll dhraw water, and Hannah must carry it till ye, to shprinkle the ground this bide yer fire." And Patrick dragged him self painfully to the well. Milly did as she was told and every thing succeeded bravely. The fright i wonderful effect on Hannah's rheuruatic limbs, and Ehe carried water on the double quick. On came the great fire, nearer and nearer. Milly could hear the roaring and hissing of the flame, the trampling and snorting of horses, and the bellow ing of cattle, as they raced for life. At the right and left of her fire they passed, but the child scarcely noticed them. She dimly saw, through the smoke, several gaunt prairie wolves dash by; but it seemed perfectly natural and she had no thought of fear. She was saving her home. With wet blankets she whipped back the tire, when it threatened to come where it should not. At last she had the satisfaction of seeing so wide a belt of burnt land between her home and the great fire that she felt sure they were safe, and skft started to seek a refuge from the blinding smoke in the house her efforts had saved; but, borne on the wind, far up in mid-air, came sailing a blazing mass of straw, and, to Milly'a horror, it fell on the house roof. With almost superhuman swiftness she ran toward the new scene of danger. Up the stairs she darted, catching, as she ran, a broom. From a dormer window she climbed out on the roof, and with a broom shoved the flaming straw to the ground, where it was quenched by Pat. Hannah was by this time at the open window with water for Milly to pour on the now-blazing roof. She caught a pail and dashed the contents on the flame, unheeding that her own clothing was on fire ; but Hannah saw, and, seizing a bed quilt, sheclinibed out of the window, almost as quickly as Milly herself had done, and wrapped it about her pet to smother the flame. Hannah had done her best, but before she reached her the calico dress was burned literally off, as was nearly all her clothing. The blaze was easily extinguished, but it had done its work. With hearts clouded with terror and forebodings, Mr. Morgan and Edith drove toward home that afternoon over the blackened desert that had been so beautiful but two days before. The shadow lif ted as they came in sight of the cozy farm-house, standing safe in an oasis of green. " Thank God !" said Mr. Morgan, and Edith responded "amen !" But when they reached home they found Sorrow enthroned awaiting them. Milly — wise, gentle, brave Milly — burned almost past recognition, lay upon the bed, her charred curls blackening the pillow. The father and sister saw THE ST.PAULDAIL7 tiLOBJB, SATURDAY MORNING, JUNE 2 1&& i lwas too late for remedies. Milly was dying ! She did not appear to suffer, but lay unconscious, though at intervals she murmured little snatches of the hymns she loved best. Suddenly she sang, and her voice was clear and strong as ever: De chariot! de chariot ! its wheels roll in fire. A long silence followed, broken only by the labored breathings of the little martyr. Then she sang softly and slowly: Swing low, sweet chariot, oomin' — for to — cany— The heart-broken watchers listened to catch the remaining words ; but they never were sung, unless, it may be, the strain was finished in the upper home. Unseen, the mystic chariot had swung low. — Independent. SAVED BY A KISS. "A kiss saved me!" Immediately every face bent toward. Richly, dain tily-clad women and moneyed men filled the spacious room, but the silence that followed could be felt, so eager were they to catch every word. Some one had spoken lightly of the trifles that so surely make up the sum of happiness or woe. Trifles count for nothing they thought ; it is the great events that determine the destinies of men for good or ill. It was this that had drawn forth the statement and the explanation that followed. "I know nothing," he continued, "of my parents or of the circumstances of my birth. Nothing hi all the bitter past clings so close to memory as the certain ty that I belong to nobody and nobody belongs to me. " In one of our large cities, in a local ity where there are many little homeless ones, where baseness is the ruling ele ment, I may or may not have had my birth ; at least, that was the first that I knew of myself. " Poverty isn't so hard if we've some one to love us ; but no one cared for me and all the days were alike, and the night seemed an eternity of time. There is a bitterness of sorrow in the lives of the homeless of which God only can know. "The snow had fallen and the cold March winds were blowing, leaving no choice, except the sunniest side of the dismal street in which we found shelter. "I, with others whose years are few, and whose homes are anywhere, had sought the sunniest side, when a lady paused beside us, smoothed back the tangled looks and kissed me. That was the first caress I had ever known, and it 6uved me. "It was years before I grew out of that life to a better one ; but whether I had where to lay my head, or not, I felt that presence of a light footfall, the soft touch of a hand. " Oat of the pure depths of her pity ing womanhood she kissed me. It was a trifling thing, indeed, to kiss a home less, friendless child ; but because of that kits, and with the Father's help, I stand to-day upon the firm basis of an honorable manhood." — Christian at Work. WIIALEBOXE. The best whalebone is obtained from the Greenland whale. From the mouth . of these monsters from 2,000 to ■ pounds are often taken. The manufacture of whalebone into articles of use and ornament is not so extensive as one might imagine. It is principally confined to New York and Boston, four manufactories being in the former and three in the latter. When the raw whalebone is first received at the factory the hair is cut off the slabs. They are then soaked in water until they are soft, after which they are scraped of all the gum that adheres to them. They are put in a steam box, where a workman straightens them with a knife, they are finally polished, and are then ready to be made use of for any purpose that the dresser may see fit. Whalebone is principally used nowadays in the manu facture of whips and corsets. Umbrella frames used to be made altogether of whalebone, but :-ince its scarcity and high price, steel is mostly used for this purpose. Whalebone hats and whale bone ribbon have just come into vogue. The former look very beautiful and are comfortable on the head. Whales, like seals, do not get time to grow, for they are slaughtered merci lessly, young and old, in the pursuit of wealth. The old ones are often killed before the young are able to take care of themselves, and the result of this cruelty is a loss of thousands and thousands of whales and seals in a y^nr. Mankind will have to be more thought ful in the work of slaughter if it wishes to be better compensated by these ani mals, and the whale must be let alone for a few years if the ladies are to have fine corsets and the gentlemen fine walk ing-sticks and riding-whips. Ay AFT RETORT. W. W. O'Brien, a well-known Chicago attorney, while cross-examining a wit ness, who had testified that he was a cab inet-maker, asked : " Are you a physi cian?" " No; and I never claimed to be," was the reply. "Oh, well," said the attorney, "I have seen a great many fools who were physicians and a great many who were not." "And I have seen a great many law yers who were gentlemen and a great many who were not," retorted the wit ness. Balttmokeans claim that the courte ous behavior toward laiies by gentle men in the street-cars of the city cause my Lord Chesterfield to turn green with envy. In China adulterators of food are killed as public enemies. GOOD OLD-FASHIONED SAXES BEST. In looking over the roster of the Su preme bench there is not much encour agement to parents to give fancy praeno mens to their children. Solid old Bible names, or staid family names, such as Morrison and Stanley, are the favorite names worn by the fortunate nine, as witness two Samuels, a John, a Joseph, a Stephen ; while Horace and William represent the substantial Latin and Sax on elements of our civilization. I think the Lionels, the Vivians, the Clarences, are somewhat heavily hardicapped in the race of life. By the way, the lady correspondents are beginning to write young Arthur's name "Alaine" Arthur. I devoutly hope this is not an " authorized" ver sion. Six months ago it was "Allen," strong, fine and manly as any blonde young giant could wish, and euphonious withal, showing also the trace of a fond wife's preference for her husband's name above all others to bequeath to her baby boy. I noted with solicitude a few weeks since that the name appeared as "Alan" in local society chronicles. If now it has become "Alaine," I hope the paternal Presidential hand will gently but firmly lead that gilded youth into the back shed for discipline. He is too fine a fellow, with "the makings '' of too good and wholesome a manhood in him, to be calmly permitted thus to dim his young renown ; but I imagine it to be rather the work of some of our aes thetic dilettante in newspaper gossip, who do their best to spoil every new President's sons. Congressman Jonathan Chase, oi Khode Island, a refined and elegant man of the Society of Friends, has told me how greatly in his boyhood he disliked his given name, but that in later years he had grown not only satisfied but quite well pleased with it, remembering the ideal loveableness of the Jonathan of scripture, and also the Jonathan who was the friend of Washington, and so fraternally allied to him that the name 1 ' Brother Jonathan," by which our coun try became personified, took its rise from him. — Washington letter. AX IGXOBAXT OLD DUTCHMAN. Demosthenes Blowhard was a can didate for Justice of the Peace down in Scrub Oak township, and, as the political parties are nearly evenly divided in that precinct, he was engaged in a vig orous canvass. While returning from the village postoffice, he met Hans Tan Hootlinger, and accosted him with : "Hello, Hans! How are you and how's the folks ?" 1 ' Veil, I vas veil, und mine frau vas veil, und leetle Hans and Yawcob, und Katrina und der paby vas veil — we vas all breddy veil, I tanks you." '• Ah ! glad to hear it— glad to hear it.'' said Demosthenes, rubbing his hands delightedly. "Ahem ! I suppose you know that I shall be a candidate for the offi .•_• of Justice of the Peace at the ensuiiii-' election V" "Ish •' Yes, they would insist upon my ac he nomination ; did all 1 could luce them to nominate somebody else, but it was no use; seems as though I w>»B the only one they wanted, and they were bound tj have me." ■• A 1 so you did not vants der office ■ y will makes you took it ? Dot vas too pad." '• Well, you know a good citizen is always willing to sacrifice his own in terests to some extent, where he feels that the public good requires him to do so. And now, since lam in for it, I suppose I may depend upon your support ?" " Vhen a feller does not vant some dings, it vas not right to make him takes it. I does vat I can for you — I votes for de odder chap all der dimes, und I talks mit der poys und tells dem vhat you said, and I dinks mebbe I gets you peat. Good evening." Demosthenes now alludes to Hans as a poor, ignorant old Dutchman, and says it is a thousand pities that such ignorant people should ever be per mitted to exercise the right of suffrage. — Toledo Blade. r ;--xiiiALTSJi ix Fi.rr. Tic was only people who had bo?n killed that were considered good fi r food. Those who died a na.* were never eaten — invariably buried. But it certainly is a wonder that the isles were not altogether dt . owing to the number who were killed. Thus, in ZSsamena, in the yeai ISSI, fifly bodies were cooked for one feabt Act] when the men of Ban wero at v» :l r with Verata they carried off 2f)o bodies, sev enteen of which were piled oil v canoe and sent to Rewa, where they were received with wild joy, dragged about the town and subjected to every species of indignity ere they finally reached the ovens. Then, too, just think of the number of lives sacrificed in a country where infanticide was a recognized insti tution, and where widows were strangled as a matter of course ! Why, on one occasion, when there had been a horri ble massacre of Namena people at Viw:i, and upward of 100 fisherman had Wen murdered and their bodies carried a> bo/cola to the ovens at Ban, no less th;;n eighty women were strangled to do honor to the dead, and corpses lay iv every direction of the mission station ! It is just thirty years since the Eev. John Watsford, writing from her* 3 , de scribed how twenty-eight victims U«mj been seized one day while fishing. Thej were brought here alive, and onh stunned when put into the ovens. Some of the miserable creatures attempted to escape from the scorching bed of red-hoi stones, but only to be driven back and buried in that living tomb, whence luev were taken a few hours later t their barbarous captors. He adds that more human beings were eaten on this little isle of Bau than anywhere else in Fiji. It is very hard, indeed, to realize that the peaceful village on which I am now looking has really been the scene of such horrors as these, and that many of the gentle, kindly people around me have actually taken part in them. — At Home in Fiji — Cumming. MOTHER'S DARLIXGS. A farmer's wife living in Kirtland, Ohio, during the time when the Mor mons were there, asked her oldest child to get her a pail of water ; her language, given in a coaxing manner, was as fol lows : " Come Enoch, you get mother a pail of water, you're a good boy." "Shan't do it! Delile may. She ain't done nothing all day. Great lazy slouch ! " " Well, Delilah, you're mother's good girl ; you get a pail of water for mother." " Shan't do no such thing, you told Enoch first and he may." " Well, Permelia, you're a girl after mother's own heart, you go." "Why, I shan't do any such thing. You told Enoch and Delile firsi, and they may go." " Well, Enos, you go, you're mother's best boy. " "Ain't going to do no euch thing. Go yourself." " Calista, you go. you're mother's pre cious one." "You needn't think I am going to cret a pail of water. So there now ! " So the mother took up the pail and trudged to the spring herself. Moral : Train a child is the way he should go, and when you are old he will get you a pail of water. SCIENTIFIC PROGRESS, No doubt many will say, and many do say, that the electrical world has got ex cited, and is promising too much ; that insuperable difficulties will come in the way ; that when the temporary excite ment is over electricity will not be found to be so much more advantageous than other forces after all ; in short, there is plenty of pointing at cold water and a good deal of throwing of it. Even 8' ientific men are found now pooh poohing in a grandiloquent manner the fu ture of electricity, magnifying difficulties and minimizing advantages. But let the reader be patient in the reflection that it always was so and always will be so. The greatest men are sometimes behind (heir age in practical matters. It is not much more than sixty years since the ny st learned men of the day gave ev idence on the subject of gas which to us now seems almost comic. The Royal Society reported, in 1814, that no gas ometer larger than 6,000 feet capacity should be permitted. Such men as Sir Humphrey Davy and Sir William Con greve gave evidence before a select com mittee that gasometers 20,000 feet ca pacitywere too large for safety; that they could not understand the "temer ity " of the Parisians, who then were building one of 300,000 feet capacity, Sir Humphrey declaring that 12,000 was his limit, and that he would be uneasy if lie lived near one of 20,000. Great fear was also expressed that if a street lamp went out the wind might blow dov.n the burner and cause an explosion in the main. And other witnesses prophesied the most disastrous consequences from the jets flaring up and setting fire to everything near them. In the same ■v\£vy, when the first steamer was launched, it was averred that no steam vessel could ever cross the Atlantic ; and later, when the screw was intro duced, one of the largest and most suc cessful Atlantic shipping companies was satisfied, on full investigation, that no screw steamer could ever make an At lantic voyage. That same company but a few years ago possessed the only re maining paddle-ship on the American route, and has lately launched the ' largest screw steamer in the world for the Atlantic trade — the Great Eastern, though larger, being both paddle and screw. BILL AJ£l"s VJOSWS. Bill Jenks lived on Col. Johnson's land and thought the world of him, and cays I one day: " Jinks, how uxc you going to vote in the election ? " "I don't know," said he, "for Col. Johnson ain't at home, and didn't tell me afore he left, and maybe he hain't seen Judge Underwood, and Judge Un derwood hain't heard from Howell Cobb, bat who hi the dickens tells Howell Cobb I'll be dog'd if I know." The fact is we all belong to some body, and there is nothing wrong about it. I love to belong to a man whom I respect, and feel that he has got more sense and judgment than I have, but then, at the same time, I want some body to belong to me. Life is a kind of a staircase with a heap of platforms, and there ain't room enough at the top for us all. Most of us are lower than somebody and higher than somebody else. Dominion is the pride of a man — dominion over something. Somebody names in the presence of a ferocious duelist the name of one of his rivals — the most formidable of them. 44 He !" cried the duelist; "I know him; I've been waiting for him; some of these days I'll have to go and pull his ears." "What for?" "What for? I don't know. If I did I'd go and pull them now." Ah eminent scientist says that when a lady cannot sit down without her nose becoming red it shows that there is ini perfect circulation of the blood, caused I»y tight lacing. Same with gentlemen. i red nose is a sure sign of tightness omewhete. A REBEL AND ABRAHAM LINCOLN. About two years ago, just as I was dismissing a party of visitors from the door of the catacomb, a very plain, mod est-looking man of middle age ap proached and said he had come to see and learn all he could about the monu ment and Lincoln. I proceeded in my usual way, when visitors are much in terested, and completed my explanations on the terrace in front of the Btatue of the President. From the general bear ing of the visitor, I should have taken him for a son of an original New En gland Abolitionist When I left off speaking he remained and seemed re luctant to take his eyes from the statue. After several minutes spent in silent meditation he astonished me by saying, substantially: "I was a soldier in the Confederate army, and spent four years dcing my utmost to defeat all that Abra ham Lincoln was trying to accomplish. He succeeded, and I have no regrets on that account." The visitor then assumed a tragic at titude, and, raising his right hand to ward the statue, said, with deliberation and emphasis : "He was an infinitely greater man than George Washington ever was." With his eyes still fixed on the statue, and as though his whole soul was in bis words, he continued: "Wash ington had no difficulty in determining who were his friends and who were not. His enemies were principally on the water, on the other side of it, or officers and soldiers sent here to enforce the mandates of a tyrant. His friends were his neighbors, who, in addition to their struggles for existence in a new country, were oppressed by taxation without rep resentation. The line was clearly drawn from the beginning. With Lincoln it was different. His enemies were in every department of the Government. They filled the civil offices, they com manded his skeleton of an army, they trod the decks of his ships, such as they were. Where they could with impunity be open, they were bold and outspoken. Where it was policy, they were wily, complaisant and cautious. It required two years, or half his first term, to learn who were friends and who were enemies; but he was equal to the emergency. And through it all a little child could approach him with perfect confidence, but the most wily statesman could not 3werve him a hair's breadth from what he believed to be right !" That is what I call eulogy, and if the author of it was not a thoroughly reconstructed rebel, I never expect to see one. — Custodian Power. LIVLSG THOUGHTS, Experience is the extract of suffering. A mind once cultivated will not lie fallow for half an hour, Patience, the second bravery of man, is, perhaps, greater than the first. Tee public mind is educated quickly by events — slowly by arguments. Spanish proverb: The man who stum bles twice on the same stone is a fool. If the end of one mercy were not the beginning of another we were undone. Lea:;x to take life as it com*, but be sore to make the best of it before it goes. The wisdom o£ the wise, and the ex perience of ages, raay be preserved by quotation-?. The flowers of rhetoric are only ac ceptable when backed by the evergreens _>£ truth and sense. We do love beauty at first sight, and we do cease to love it if it is not accom panied by amiable qualities. The virtue of a man ought to be meas ured, not by his extraordinary exer tions, but by his every-day conduct. Nothing is rich but the inexhaustible wealth of nature. She shows us only surfaces, but she is million fathoms deep. The whole universe of God will crum ble to pieces before God will overlook or despise one single tear of genuine re pentance. Grief should be Like joy — majestic, equable, sedate, Confirming, cleansing, raising, mating free. Strong to consume small troubles, to command ' Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end. ANNOYING ILLUSIONS. Illusions of sight often relate merelj to the size of objects. Thus, a young lady who had overtasked herself a 1 school saw everything of enormous size at which she looked. The head of a person seemed to be several feet in di ameter and little children looked like giants. So far as her own person was concerned there were no illusiocs. Hei own hands appeared of the natural size, but those of other people seemed to be of enormous proportions. Sauvages re fers to a case in which a young woman, suffering from epilepsy, had the illusioc of seeing objects greatly magnified. A fly to her seemed to be as large as a chicken. In the case which came under my observation the unreal char acter of the perception was fully recog nized, and hence the intellect was not involved. Morbid illusions of hearing unaccom panied by other evidences of mental de rangement are not very common. One case only has come under my observa tion. It was that of a gentleman tc whom the ticking of a clock was re solved into articulate words. Generally the expressions were in the form oi commands. For instance, if at dinner, they would be, "Eat your soup!" "Drink no wine. " and so on. One daj he made the discovery that, if he closed the right ear firmly, the illusion disap peared; but, if the left ear was closed, the words were still distinctly heard, It was hence clear that the center for hearing on the right side was the one affected, and that that on the left side was normal. For a long time this gentleman resisted accepting any oi these illusions as facts, btit after a time he began to be influenced by them to the extent of regarding them as guides. Eventually he put clocks in every room in his and professed to be gov erned altogether by the directions they gave him.— Dr. William A. Ham mond-, in Popular Science Monthly. THE ' DESPOT OF THE JUXGLE." Instances are on record where a tiger, in the exercise of his vocation, has really — though accidentally, of course — performed an act of retribution. It is related that a poor shoemaker was once returning home with a small sum of money which he had, fortunately, succeeded in collecting from some of his customers. He overtook a man ap parently traveling in the same direction as himself, and as the way was dreary and dangerous, and his acquaintance was armed, he was glad of his company. He shared his food with him, and in talking over their affairs he was unwise enough to mention the object of his journey and the money of which he was possessed. This aroused the cupidity of the fellow-traveler, who at a certain point in the road made a murderous at tack on the poor cobbler. "While they were struggling together, a tiger leaped out of the jungle upon the cowardly assailant and tore him away, leaving the sword and shield on the ground, which the shoemaker at once secured, taking them home as to kens of the retributive justice which had been so signally manifested in hi 3 behalf. A North American Indian on the trail is scarcely more pertinacious in pursu ing a victim which he has marked for lus own than the tiger when engaged in the same unpleasant business. A recently married camel-driver wa3 bringing home his bride when a tiger espied the party and followed it with great patience. At a turn in the road the bride was momentarily separated from the rest of her fellow-travelers, and the tiger instantly seized her. WONDER fi OF THE SIX. Prof. F. Mclntyre lectured in Boston on ''The Wonders of the Sun, Moon and Stars." It Avas remarked, among other things, that 1,305,000 worlds, the size of our own, or the planets of 730 solar systems, might be packed within the circumference of the sun. Were it possible tc locate the earth in the cen ter of the sun, the orbit of the moon would fall 192,000 miles inside of the circumference. And the heat of this vast globe is so great that, us the lect urer affirmed, if the heat that exisi one square foot of the sun could bo conveyed to this earth undiminished, it could run constantly a hundred steam engines of 100 horse-power each. The heat of the sun is sufficient to reduce the Pacific ocean to Bteam in I minutes. The sun's light is 147 1 that of ri calcium light. An English sci entist tried an experiment of projecting a strong calcium light upon the disk of the sun, and the result was only ; . solutely black spot. It is supp I that we have approximated to the light of the sun in the electric light, which is but 3.4 less than that of the sun. A COS FUSED JCItOll. During the administration of Hon. John Schley, Judge of the Midland Cir cuit of Georgia, one day, in the trial of a case on the common-law docket before a petit jury, in which Hon. Charles J. Jenkins and Quintilian Skrine, Esq., were on opposing sides, a juror, after the conclusion of Mr. Jenkins' argu ment, and the introduction of Mr. Skrine's, suddenly rose, left the box, and rushed out of the court-house. Being brought back, to the court's indignant demand why he had taken such a liberty he answered : "Well, now, Jedge, I'll jes' tell you how it is. I heerd Mr. Jen kins's speech, and he made out the case so plain that I done made up my mind. And then Mr. Skrine he got up, and he went intirely on the back track, he did, and ha were gittin' my mind all confused up like ; and I jes' thought, as for me, I better leave ontwell he got through. Well, now, Jedge, jes' to tell you the plain truth, I didn't like the way the ar gument wasa-gwine." — Harper's Maga zine. THE POUT. Who is this Creature with Long Hair and a Wild Eye ? He is a Poet, He writes Poems on Spring and Women's Eyes and Strange, unreal Things of that Kind. He is always Wishing he was Dead, but he wouldn't Let anybody Kill him if he could Get away. A mighty good Sausage-Stufier was Spoiled when the Man became a Poet. He would look well Standing under a Descending Pile driver. — Denver Tribune Primer. A WONDERFUL HOHSJS. There is a perceptible coolness be tween young Seabury, one of the most fashionable young men in Austin, and Gilhooly. Seabury owns a horse which he thinks is the finest horse in the world. Young Seabury was bragging about his horse to a crowd of acquaint ances, and he said, among other im probable things, that the horse went so fast on the previous day that he over took a swallow, the horse's ear striking the bird. "Are you sure the swallow was not coming from the opposite direction?" asked Gilhooly, with the air of a man who wanted to know. " Of course not," was the indignant response. "I reckon then the swallow wanted to build her nest in your horse's enr. The horse went so slow the swallow could not see he was moving. Wonder ful hoss."— Texas Si/tings. 3