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) 3 1 ! , ' 1 THE NATIONAL OPINION BATES Of .TIBSCEXPTIOI. 18 ISSUED EVERT FRIDAY AT BRADFORD, Vt. One espy, one yew I advene.... tlM If not paid rltula three months, 1 00 Ko variation from these dates. " ' Ko paper diaoontlnuod unuVell emertfei ere pal J. .io.pt et the option of the publisher. JOD PRINTING of all kuide neatl eieeaied at the lowut living prloet. Our offle la well rurnlahod with mate rial end .lock for tula department, and we now have experienced and competent workman to nee ih.ut.' If yon want any printing done yon need not go to the city, or out of the eonnty, for yon oiui got ae good work and a low prloet at this offloe a any other. m - y 17 B. F. STANTON, Editor & Publisher. KATES OF ADVEHTZSnra ' Oneoolomn, on year , ...,.976 00 Half Column , 4000 One-fourth oolumn .,, jqoo Ouo aquaro, on year ' ,' 8 00 On square, three woota.,.,, J60 Leiral Notices at 15 cents per line (or three Insertions. VOLUME Till. BRADFORD; VERMONT, FRIDAY, MAY 8, 1874. NUMBER 50. 1 1. u i-j 3 i " -t - ' ' j .j " I I .- :t I'll' .' ! . ' i.,. ... , a , Ml y ! of Moving Day. , . ' ! I hope you are eatlafled now, Harm 1 -,, : ; I hope yon are pleased to-night 1 : We've got all the furniture in, Harm, . And every thing aeoms to be right. . ; There' a knob, though, off your bureau, But the cabinet-maker la noar t j If you will inalat upon moving, I wish you would pay for it, dear I ' ti Of course we can't have any (upper ; . The diahee are all paoked away 1 Beeidee, Hie atove grate la broken 1 There are sandwiches, though, aa you aay. on ougat to nave tome in your basket No, thank you, not any for me 1 i , 'When yon are a little more aettled, I think I'll go out and get tea I . ! rThe eilver la aafe to the cloeeV 1 Except that the cream-jug is gone. '' If taking on, Harm, would restore it, I'd willingly let you take on ; But it won't : I must buy you another I'll see it's a cheaper one, too. Your portrait is aafe, aa you aee, Harm Or was, till the stove-pipe went through I Pot the children down any where, Bridget An armful like that isn't light ; Put tbem to bed if they're sleepy, But don't take their shoes off to-night 1 Whatever ro im you go into, Nothing but tacka will you meet Every lack on its head is standing, To run into their dear little feot. ttn'd better take care of your poodle, And put him to sleep in your muff ; If he happens to tread on a tack, Harm They aay (hat one tack is enough Look out at ouco for the ohildren, ' For the days are uncommonly hot 1 Tou may like to have the dog bite you, I fraukly confess I would not ! Were there ever such fools as we, Harm t We were well enough off last year ; Ton liked the house when I hired it " It is Just what I wanted, dear 1" I bought new carpets and oil-cloths What didn't I buy you, pray t But nothing would satisfy you, Harm, But moving agaiu to-day 1 jJHave you been over the house, Harm f I have and what did I see"? There art Croton-bugs in the kitohen, And a very industrious flea! Why, the mice walk out of their holes, Harm; Ulicy aro taking it mighty cool ; I think I know what they're thinking " Here's certainly one more fool !" Bridget, make up the bed for your mistress, And nobody Bit up for me : I'm going around to my club, Harm, For something stronger than tea ! I've but one thing more to aay, Harm, Iu view of you and the day 6I10 was born 011 the First of April Who invented the First of May! 10TE WON HIM. Cyrus Ferriston and his mother were fill that remained of tne family. They uvea together in a snug farm house in a district bo rural that it hadn't so much as a name ; it had only a nnmber Township Number One. ' The nearest neighbor was five miles away, the only religions exercises were held in Deacon Crocket's kitchen, three miles farther off, while there was ten miles between tiiem and the dootor. Cyrus was an en. ergetio fellow, who farmed in summer . and logged in the winter, that is, ho usually took a contract to bring the drive of logs down from the woods therefore he had been in the habit of borrowing Farmer Button's daughter Jane to keep his mother company and lielp her about the house, for a small consideration. Sometimes, too, Jane staid on through the summer, or re turned for the harvesting when it was heavy ; and at snob, times Cyrus always observed that his butter and cheese found a more ready market ; that the house was more cheerful and better kept for old Mrs. Ferriston was one of the slaok kind ; that provisions -went lurtner and relished better. 15 ut for all this he felt no inclination to marry Jane, as folks at Wheat field had pre dicted when Bhe first went up to The jNum tiers, jane was called plain; and Cyrns had a prepossession tbitt kin wife should be rosy and dark-eyed, with the amile that conquers men. Jane halted in her gait the least bit in the world his wife should have the step of a nan. ther. She always dressed soberly, like a brown leaf, as if she would like to 1 melt into ' the landscape his wife should carry her fascination into the knot of ribbon at her throat, or the slip- per on ner 100s. xnereiore 11 was ut , 1 mi . ji terly out of the question, if we put any faith in logic, that Jane should beoome the wife of Cyrus. But, alas I as it often happens, she had not wintered and summered at The Numbers for naught. When the neigh' bora had hectored her as she was about 1 to leave home for the first season, and vroDhesied. " Well. Jane. I dare aay it won't be long before you'll be changing ver, and relate how Deacon Crooket al your name to Ferriston," Jane had wavs omitted the blessing when they laughed at the notion, and had reckoned na pudding and milk for tea; and Mrs. mat uyrus hadn't enough schooling to please her, and had thought that she could never be reconciled to spending her days in The Numbers. " Folks as held their heads as high as you, miss, hev bed ter come ter it," they answered her. But when she be ' came acquainted with Cyrus in his . every-day life and thought, she found that he knew more than she had dreamed. He had a little library of books on a swinging shelf that he had made with his own hands, and had carved with deers' heads and oak leaves; he could talk with her about the heroes of Plutarch and the empires of the Old World, about election and free-will, and seemed to enjoy it Jane had a taste for those things : and so it hap pened that as she saw Cyrus in his daily comings and goings, stripped of I disguises, in his genial fireside humor, I ue grew in her favor unawares ; in short, his manly attributes, Ms kind ' liness and good temper, and his hand some face won her heart without an effort on either side. He had so grown into her affections that one day when she overheard Denoon Smiley joking him about Agnes Price, her prophetio soul stirred in her with a mighty throe. Everything seemed to revolve before her eyes the churn-dasher, the tins on the kitchen wall, and the andirons on the hearth ; ah was obliged to ait down on her way to the dairy and reoover herself, with a tray of batter her lands, ' , " It is too heavy for yon." said Cyras, coming to her relief, with his I ready thonghtfulness, and taking the tray himself. ' t He ll make a good husband, uy will." said the deacon, while tne young man's book was turned. " She'll ba a lucky frail that gits him ; and, between ns, I ain't noways partial to that there Aggy I'rice. Hiehtv tiehty i now. Jennie, why didn't you set you oap for mm, ana yoa rignt nere at naaar 'Twonld hey bin as easy as lyin' 1'' f ".Would it?" laughed Jane, oat of fcliA dnnth of hprailAnfc miflArv. Of coarse Jane should have left' off loving Cyrus after this ; but she didn't ; and naturally he was as blind as others of his sex, and never guessod what an ache it gavo plain Jane Button when he dressed np in his Sunday best, with the neck-tie she had made him on his birthday, and rode off to pay his court to Agnes .Price, five miles across the country. She was always awake when be let himself in at midnight, and went tiptoeing to his room, and she lay won dering how it must seem to be loved by a man after yonr own heart. Her life seemed to promise to be all No vember weather. But though The Numbers were so isolated, they had their merry-makings. There was a quilting at Mrs. Deacon Crocket's in Number Two, or a husking at Farmer Dusenbury's in Wheatfleld, or a haying-bee at Deacon Smiley's, with dancing in the well-swept barn, hung with lanterns in the evening : and there were camp-meeting days, and now and then there was a weddinar : and no distance was too far to travel, and Cyrus always harnessed old Dapple, and took Jane along with bim, as Agnes would be going with her brothers ; or, some times, if the road led that way, he woul 1 call lor Miss Aarnes. and Jane would sit on the baok seat of the wagon and only guess at what was going on before her in the twilight, hugging her pain in loneliness of heart. Nobody knew but Jane was just as happy as the others who danced "chorus jigs" and " oollcge hornpipes " : nobody ever wonld have known. Sometimes there was a preacher on the circuit, who went about from one Number to another holding meetings, and Cyrus and his mother and Jane put on their best, and went the rounds too ; and Cyrus and Agnes helped at the singing, and lin gered after the benediction. One week the preaoher staid at Ferriston Farm. and asked Jane to marry him : and j though Mrs. Ferriston was sorry ta part witn tier, yet she advised Jane to think of it seriously, and went so far as to get Cyrus to talk with her about it, Thm was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Jane was sick in bed till the preacher left The Numbers. " Dear sakes ! said Mrs. Ferriston " if it's going to keel Jane over like this every time she has a beau, the fewer the better. Oirls didn't used to take it to heart so." "On the whole," remarked Cyrus, I'm glad she didn't take to him. It's selfish, but how could we get on without her just yet i " L suppose you'll be bringin' a wife home one of these days. It's a pity you couldn't hev taken a likin' to Jane yourself, and she right handy in the house, and knowm ail our ins and outs and no fault to find. ' Choose the one that you lovo best. Suit yourself, you'll suit the rest,' " sang Cyrus. " Jane wouldn't have me, eitner. " That's for you to say." returned his mother, thinking that the girl was un born who would refuse her Cyrus, Well, at one time thev Lad Miss Agnes Price np at Number One to make a visit, and at first words weren't big enougn to express her satisfaction, But she used to laugh at Jane s old- fashioned way of dressing her hair and cutting her gowns ; and when Jane and Cyrus got talking upon their favorite themes, she would put on her bonnet and be off for a walk, and Cyrus wonld naturally follow without delay. Hue wasn t happy unless Cyrus was praising her dress or herself, unless there were young folks invited over from the other Numbers and from Wheatfleld for a frolic, or they were going abroad to some merry-making ; and wnen nobody was present but them selves, she would amuse herself taking on we 101KS wno spoke in the last revi- val meeting, showing how Elder Prosy n. nri-.,RAij a, at Wheatfleld, conscious in the midst of a long prayer that the candles on the desk needed snuffing, groped for them with his eyes shut, snuffed them ont between his thumb and finger, and threw the red-hot ends into a brother's new hat on the deacon seat ; then she would follow this episode with singing lioronation gutcurouy like ueaoon Crocket, and nasally like old Mrs. Qua' oriuu wuum iook ai Agnes over ner spectacles, and shake her head in pro test, bnt laugh in spite of herself. But by-and-by my lady began to suggest improvements in the house; there might be a wing built ont here, the roof might be raised, the yard needed a new picket-fence ; whoever heard of a house wuhont a flower garden ? " I thought vro had one. eh, Jane f" said Cyrus. " wnere ignoranoe is bins r re turned Agnes. " Nobody has such old- lashioned things as marigolds, bachelor's-buttons, hollyhocks, and lovelies-bleeding in their garden nowadays; everybody laughs at 'em." "I suppose the Lord made 'em." ob jected Mrs. Ferriston ; and then Agnes openly confessed that she should die of the landsoape papering on the best room, which Mrs. Ferriston had guarded from the flies for years as if it had been a gallery of paintings by the first mas ters : and, for her part. Agnes declared. looking out at the window, she hated to see nice fields about a house disfigured with vulgar-looking pumpkins and cab bages. ' After she went home Cyrus set to work auietlv making some of the alterations she had suggested for they were) to be married in tne spring ask ing Jane's opinion and oo-operation aa if aha bad been a Bister. In the first place he built on the wing, and he out another window tn Jane a room. j " You'll be able to aee to prink bet ter. Jennie." said he: "or niavbe." on second thought" maybe you'd rather nave a room in tne new wing r 'lake your ehoioe ;" for Jane's parents ware dead, and she had now been living yat iu awiu year win aa im a 14111 utr..v 4 1 t " I, shan't want either one" or tih otherj thank you," she answered. I " Why not, I should like to know f Are you going to swing in a hammock among the trees f" "I'm going to aeek my fortune," she laughed, because she felt more like orying. - j " Going away from here, Jennie 1" he cried, dropping the hammer with which he had been driving nails. " Where are you going ?" "I don't know somewhere." He paused a moment, as if he was trying to understand her, and perhaps his eyes were opened a crack ; then he pioked up the hammer and resumed his work. " I never thought of such a thing, Jone " between the blows. " There a no need of it. At least you'll stay till till spring 7 " Yes, I will stay till Agnes comes,' Bhe answered. The winter set in early that season and Cyrus went, as usual, into the woods logging, leaving his mother with Jane for company, and a small boy to clear the paths and look after the stock. Few but those who live there know what a winter in The Numbars is like. when the snow hedges you about, week out and week In, and a passing team is so rare as to bring the household from kitchen or atio to watch It out of sight, and the wind whistles over miles of un inhabited eountry with nothing to im pede it ; when there is nothing to break the monotony of the long frosty days, whioh the almanao says are short, but homely duties, and the promise of seed time and harvest. It seems then as if no sun were potent enough to melt the mountainous drifts, built as miraoulously aa the coral reefs; and at midnight you wake up suddenly, and hear the wolves howling in the woods close at hand, and find their tracks about the sheep-pen next morn ing, and remember with a shudder that there isn't an able-bodied man on the premises. In Buoh ciroumstanoes one needs to have vast resources in one's self to be in harmony with one's house hold and one's destiny. When Seth Price joined Cyrus's camp he carried him a line from Agnes, saying that she should expect him down to watch the new year in and the old year out at the watch-meeting, if he loved her. Esther Smiley had offered to lay a wager that he wouldn't put himself out so much, and even Mrs. Deacon Crocket had said it wasn't like ly, seeing he was sure of her ; but she had set her heart upon showing them how mnch he eared for her. It isn't every lover who could resist such an appeal, and though Cyrus didn't think it of the least oonsequenoe wheth er other people believed iu his love or not, so long as it was a reality to him self and Agnes, yet he was doubtless flattered by her earnest desire for his presence, and if it would please her, why not g ? It did not occur to him that it was as much a vulgar wish to make a parade of his regard for her as a desire to see him. It happened very luckily, however, Cyrus thought and perhaps most people would agree with him that the camp had run short of molasses, and one of the men was de tailed to take a team and go to Wheat field for a supp'.y for what was coffee without molasses ? He started on the last day of December, and Cyrus with htm, and he dropped Cyrus where the roads diverged, one leading into Wheat field, and the other to The Numbers. There was a matter of ten or twelve miles between Cyrus and the Price farm when he left the team, bnt he bad often walked further with a load of pro duce for market. The distance didn't strike him as being of any consequence; he had all his life been used to mile stones, it had begun to snow some time before, gently, as if it meant no harm, and Cyrns was used to snow, too, But presently the wind changed and blow roughly, and tossed the flakes into his eyes, and the flakes themselves grew bigger and thicker, till they clog ged his steps and blinded his sight and obliterated every landmark. - Still he trudged forward, cheering himself with the warm welcome before him, assuring himself that the way was as familiar as his own potato-field, till by and by he began to wonder if he were not watching the old year out by himself, if he had not been longer on the road than the distance warranted, if ne naa not missed the way. if it were not growing colder and darker every moment. He knew about as well where he waa aa if he had traveled into Nova Zembla, or had been cast awav on an iceberg. He paused, and rested against the bole of a tree to collect his wits. There was no use in proceeding further on the wrong road. In coming to this decision he naturally sat down by the way to reflect whioh was the right one. He did not reflect long. Lovely images and colors floated before his mind's eye. He had reached the farm, and there was a great back-log blazing on the hearth for him, and brown eyes looking into his, and tender tones in his ears. Then he came to himself with a' start, and sat upright, peering into the black night, upon which the storm seemed an inscription in an un known tongue, waked by the rending of some great limb from the tree above him, which had fallen and pinned him to the ground. The dangers of hia situation were too evident for conjec ture. He would be froien stiff before cock-crow, even if he were not dead of the blow first Through the storm and the darkness he called for help, without daring to hope for it, put all his waning strength and despair into a few imnlor- ing cries, and fell benumbed with pain, with one leg crushed and broken. It looaea very mnoh as if he would bear the old year company. Jane had sat nrj later than usual that night, cutting piece of stuff out of the loom, which she had finished weav ing that afternoon. Mrs. Ferriston was sound asleep, and the farm-boy had gone to the wateh-meeting : and as Jane raked up the coals on the hearth, she wondered if Cyrus was holding watch with Agnes who had boasted that she would bring him down from heaven if she wanted him and if he would be ooming home to kiss his mother in the early morning. Then aha went to the door to look out at the night, which was not more lonely than she, to bid adieu -to4h old year ;-ed was it the shriek of the wind- or a human mine that smote her ears fVa. voloe that Bounded strangely like his. Oh, if , it should be 1 if he were needing her I I At least somebody on that InnAl waste was in trouble, perhaps dying. If aho went to her safe warm bed and waited for daylight, abe might nevnrha able to get that ory out of her ears 1 Bo she raked onan the nnala and nilaA n the loga ; she set a lighted candle in the window, and pushed 'out into the storm, with answering cries that help was near. The wind slapped in her face and shrieked about her ears till she half misdoubted herself ; but des tiny led her to where Gyrus lav. not a quarter of a mile from home. She was down on her knees beside him in the drift instantly, rubbing him with the snow thau sifted about him, chafing hia hands in her own soft palms, struggling with the imprisoning bough, letting tne Dranay incKie aown nis throat, warming him into life, with her cheek against his, and oalling to him with all tho tenderness in her soul, with all the endearing names that love invents ; for in that awful moment she had forgotten that he belonged to any one but her self. Perhaps, in the gradual re awakening, he may have caught the meaning of this, but he gave no sign of it. By her frantio efforts Jane succeed ed in removing the limb that had fallen upon him, and having pushed and dragged it to a safe distance, she made a bonfire of it, whioh illumined the ghastly night fantastically, and kept AU 1 .1 1 -I ,- f - wio nuiTDB nu uttj ujau worts uuwung in the woods near. It was only then she discovered that his leg was broken 1 There was but one thing to do, how ever ; sne provided him with a conn terpane 01. spruce boughs, as warm as wool, gathered dry fagots in the edge of the woods, and extended her blaze in a circle about the disabled man, like an Indian watch-fire; then she hastened home, and, as his mother was too infirm to give assistance, she yoked the steers into the drag for old Dapple's slender legs could not nounder safely through the drifts and urged them slowly across the untrodden snow, guided by tne lantern, to tne nearest neighbor. five miles away, who willingly left his warm pillow, and, with his son of fif teen, plodded back on the drag to where the watch-fires smouldered and Cyrus waited. It was not long after this before Cy rus was safe in bed, with his mother and Jane administering; to -him, and neighbor Uoodheart and the steers on the way for the dootor. But it was many long weeks before he left his bed; indeed, the drifts dissolved like magio. and spring had woven her spells in blade and bud, and the grass was long and ready lor mowing, before he took his first step into the air, and then he leaned on Jane's arm, and walked with a crutch. The folks in The Numbers said he would always need to use a orutoh, unless he preferred a cork leg. When the doctor from Wheatfleld and beyond had decided upon amputation, Cyrus had sent for Agnes. Perhaps he had meant to give her her freedom, with a lingering hope that she would reject it ; perhaps he craved the solace of her presence before his journey to ward the Valley of Shadows. Nobody ever knew ; it was only known that she refused to go to himl The people in The Numbers blamed or excused her, according to their natures and prepos sessions. "She didn't promise herself to a cripple," " It's better to live un mated than ill-matched," " She's liko to go all the way through the woods and pick up a crooked Btiok at last," " It's a poor kind of love that's soared at misfortune," were some of the cur rent remarks passing from mouth to mouth. And so the year wore through, and Cyrus could no longer go up the Aroos took lumbering, now swing his soythe in the meadow. He had to hire a hand about the farm. Bnt while he sat at home with idle, impatient hands, in spiration came to him as he watched Jane laboring at her wheel, and he in vented a spinning machine. About this time old Mrs. Ferriston slipped away ont of life ; and one day Mrs. Deacon Crocket rode over to engage Jane for her winter's weaving. "You won't be needin' a housekeeper no longer, I s'pose, Cyrus," said she ; " and folks alius talk so ; so, thinks I, Jane hed better eome home with me for the weavin'." Jane." he said for Mrs. Deacon Crocket used an ear-trumpet, and waa no kind of hinderanee to love-making "Jane, you promised to stay with me till Agnes came. Will yoa keep yoar promise 7 " Yes. Cvrus. I will, if you insist no on it," she answered. "Jane and I, he said, speaking into Mrs. Crocket's trumpet, " are going down to Wheatfleld this afternoon to be married." Mrs. Crocket took the Price farm on her way home, for fear her news wonld spoil if kept over night. " Cyrus Ferriston's goin' to be mar ried." said she, " and no thanks to you, Agnes Price. Jane Hutton'a a lucky gell." "Do telll" cried Agnes. "'Never swam a goose so gray but what could find its mate.' I always thought she had a hankerin' after him. S'pose I slm'n't be asked to stand up with 'em! What a flgger they'll out when they 'pear out together! I could never have borne to go limpin' along with a man like that all my days it didn't look genteel." " But they do say," continued her comforter, " how he's made a power of money out of that machine of his'n it's jest like spinnin' gold. And they're talkin about sendin' of him to the Leg islation, and then I a pose Jane '11 go too, and help represent." An Iowa Judge has decided that it ia more of a sin to steal a horse than to elope with another man's wife, because there are 8,000,000 women in the United States aad only 9,000,000 horses. A SUICIDE'S BOMANCE. Weary ot Life and Its Maalfold Miseries, Sixty years ago I what a long way naok it seems through thehair-forgotten pathways of human life I How muoh of the winding, devious way runs through desert, with here a bit of it half bidden in long grass with tall but. teronps, many on a stem, and there a stretch of sunny landsoape ; bnt these are mostly a long way off at the begin- in g of the pathway I Sixty years ago I There ia a village in the midland coun ties of England that waa a village sixty ?ears ago. it nas not changed muon in he interval, . Fashion has not stolen away its rural! tv i business has not robbed it of its retirement and peace. It is the village of Amesbury. In 18U there was not one of all its three or four hundred inhabitants unaoquainted with tne rosy cheeks, yellow hair, and prat tling tongue of Little Tom Connelly. old Tom Connelly the cooper's son, who used to roll in the shavings his father's industrious arms accumulated in heaps before the shed where all the wooden churns, buckets, and tubs of the vil lage found creation, Those were the buttercup and sun shine days of little Tom Connelly's life. At two o clock on Friday morning an old gray-haiied, pale-faced man was discovered by the police, huddled away beneath a cart in Cherry street, New York city, bleeding to death. It was little Tom Connelly, life weary of his olodding along the pathway that had been desert for so long a time, There is nothing new, nothing very startling in this miserable romance. It is but an exemplification of what Sid' ney Smith called then the tendency of the round peg to get into the square hole, No doubt there was a proper orbit for Tom Connelly to revolve in, if he had found it ; a field of usefulness for him where his brain power or his sinew power would have availed to mold the oiroumstances of his life, so as to make life endurable to him, only he failed to hit upon it. Times beoome bad in England : bad all over Europe, in fact, Twenty years of inoessant warfare had ground down tho people with taxation, There was glory and Apsley House for Wellington, the savior of the nation ; starvation and the workhouse for the saved. Peace made matters worse ; a loaf of bread cost one shilling and two penoe,and a man's hard day s toil was not worth a shilling. Evil days over took the senior Connelly ; the landlord and the tax-oolleotor levied upon the poor, humble man's shed ; out iuto the wide world with father and mother and bairns, the highway or the ditch or what not for the man who could not pay. That was humanity sixty years ago 1 All this is changed now. wit ness Tom Connelly yesterday bleeding to death from a seii-mmcted wound, because he had no friends, no work, no money, no home, and life had become unendurable to him. Men do not easily lose faith in life's possibilities : "To-day sad, To-morrow glad," is a creed that Hope's benignant lips teaoh and all men willingly accept, Tom Connelly was no exception. He never married he was too poor and there were but weak ties to conneot him with his native eountry. As best he could he picked up his father's trade of oooper, and with that for oapital and his faith in life a possibilities lor en couragement, came to this country many years ago. lie can tell of gleams of comparative prosperity the stretch es of sunshine are in his life's pathway as in every one's. The country in whioh lobor has its dignity had a woloome for honest Tom Connelly who came to its shores to work, but ill-fortune, false friends, ill-health,, and old age, with their cumulative shadows of desponden cy, deepening and darkening into de spair, have blotted out the sunshine, and Tom Connelly, infidel to his own faith in hope, out adrift from his creed of life's possibilities, went ont into the darkness of the slums m this city of many homes to seek one in death's cer tainties. He may not die, but may come forth from Bellevne Hospital, where he has been carried, with a re newed faith in the possibilities of life. Human kindness may yet find sunshine for the olose of his life. iV. Y, Ex press. The Loss of the Pilgrims, The particulars whioh have just come to hand oi the drowning of pilgrims from tho steamer Laoonia shows, says the Liverpool Post, that the disaster is by no means so serious as was at first reported. It appears that the Laconia left Alexandria for Tunis, Algiers, and other ports, with 943 pilgrims on board, inoluding what are known aa the chiefs." These belonged to several different Beets or tribes, among whom an intense antipathy exists, and eonse auentlv they wonld not associate to gether. The result of this was that al though the 'tween decks measured 1,000 tons of available space, and was divided into five compartments for the accommodation of the passengers, a great nnmber refused to go down, and the chiefs lying seasick in the saloon, could not exercise their authority. Mat ters were in this condition when, two days after leaving Alexandria, a huge wave broke over the afterpart of the ship, and fears being entertained that some persona had been washed over board, the vessel was immediately brought head to wind, and kept so for twenty-four hours, but no one eonld be seen in the water. The loss, however, has been greatly exaggerated, the first report emanating from the pilgrims themselves, whose powers in this direc tion are well known. The ship's ac counts show that, of the 943 pilgrims taken on board, 922 were landed, leav ing only twenty-one unaccounted for. This number included the losses from all causes aa in cases of death the bodies are consigned to the sea by the pilgrims themselves. without the knowl edge of the Captain ; and when it ia considered that, after a pilgrimage to Mecca and back, a great number would be muoh exhausted, and likely to suc cumb on the homeward vcyage, moat if not all of the deaths may be attributed to natural causes. -- Sweet are the uee of advertisements. The French Navigation Company. ' The . Frenoh Navigation Company, whioh has been so unfortunate inthe loss of its steamers, waa organized in 1861. The capital was to be 40,000,000 iranos, or v9,uuu,uuu, raised by the aale of shares. ' The Frenoh Government granted the company a loan of nearly half that sum (18,000,000 francs) for twenty years, and witnout interest. At the same time the oompany was to re ceive a yearly subsidy whioh was to vary according to the run of the steam ers, and which ; averaged 10,000,000 francs a year ; the minimum run being assigned at 68 marine leagues a day. In this wise the company gets, for in stance, for every round trip between Havre and New York 924,000 gold. The original loan of 18,600,000 francs waa td be repaid by a yearly deduotion of 930,000 francs, or five per cent, of that sum, from the subsidy paid by the same Qovernment, so that by 1881 the oom pany will have paid in full its debt to the Government without having ever disbursed a single cent of its own money. The oompany also issued in 1864 and 1869 forty thousand bends of glOOeaob, making another twenty millions of francs. So that the whole amount of capital at the company's disposal ao- proftohed very closely 100,000,000franos, $20,000,000, while their outlays, ns fiv? th m5ny report, were 68,600,000 francs for tho twenty-one frnera of the Atlantic lines, and 0,- 000,000 francs for the three steamers of the South Pacific line, all the incidental expenses of the general establishment included. M. Vandal, the present President and formerly Postmaster-General, shows in his report of April, 1873, (the last at hand) a disposable sum of .11,700,000 odd franos. The gross receipts for the year preceding are stated at 23,270,136 franos against 17,672,059 franes ex penves, notwithstanding that the com pany had made considerable outlays for the reconstruction of several of her ships and that she was losing money in the South Pacific trade. This it has been deoided to abandon, and the ships working on that line will be transferred to the Atlantic. The oompany will henceforth ran its steamers on three lines only instead of four, those of Havre and New York, St. Nazaire and Santa Cruz, and St. Nazaire and Aspin- wan, its neet consisting or twenty-one steamers exclusive of the three recently lost. A Farmer Boy's M Inkery. A correspondent of the Manchester (N. H.) Mirror tells the following : " I take it most of the sportsmen of Cen tral New Hampshire know something of Bagged Mountain, the home of coon and; trout, woodcock and foxes, and a few bears ; and those who know the mountain as a matter of course know Uncle John Hilliard. whose oabin hides under the east side of the monntain, and who has for three score years and ten been quite content to brave the winter snows and summer suns, resist ing all the temptations to desert his clearing and his friends of the forest for the enervating pleasures of village life. John's sons are chips of the old block as stalwart and uncouth, as good shots and as wild, as opposed to luxury j 1, 1 i ... 1 r uu as weu acquaiuteu witn tne uoiii zens of the woods and waters, from which most of the food they have eaten has been secured. A year ago this spring, while prospecting npon the side -of the mountain, John's boys found a family of mink two old ones and four young. The young were quite email, ' fahgless and furless,' and therefore valueless. The old ones were nearly as worthless, their f nr being at that season both thin and poor, and, after consider ing awhile, the boys concluded to try and save the lot until the next winter, when their heavy coats of glistening fur would turn into many an honest penny. They accordingly went to work and constructed a rough box about twelve feet long by four feet high and six feet wide. This they carried to. a brook near the oabin, and, by placing one end in the brook, so arranged it that by boring augur holes in the sides of the box, a brook ran constantly through it from side to side. The dry end of the box was filled with earth about a foot deep, and upon it was thrown a mass of green boughs and twigs, which were renewed as they wilted through the summer. This con stituted the minkery, and into it were put the six minks, and during the sum mer others were added until the colony numbered twelve. They were fed on wild meat, the carcasses of woodohuoks, hedgehogs and squirrels, and live fish whioh were caught in nets and put into the brook inside the box. The minks thrived and grew wonderfully, becoming as fat as pigs, and being quite as hearty. Last winter they were taken out and skinned, and their skins sold for $57. A Moral. A nut dropped by a squirrel fell through the opening in the middle of an old millstone which lay upon the ground, and, being 'thus protected, grew into a thriving sapling that shot up through the opening. In a few years it had inoreased so that it filled the space and was firmly wedged to the sides of the heavy stone. Still it grew, and in a few years more, little by little, it lifted the entire weight clear from the earthy so that a man could ait beneath it All was done by atom after atom, borne by the sap to the growing trunk. Think of this, my little man, puzzling over " long division " in arithmetic ; little by little of thinking and working will take you through fractions, rule of three, and those terrible problems at the end of the book, by and by ; but be sure that the little by little ia not ne glected. And you, hard working lad on the farm, or in the shops, look at Franklin, Watts, Morse, Field, and thousands more who have lifted the weight of 'circumstances that would hold them down like millstones, and who have by their steady perseverance risen above tneir reuowe, bmuj ing their burdens; and " keep pegging away." According to the Memphis (Tenn.) Bapera, that city is one of the most oeatious,oormpt, nd generally vicious of any town in thf wole South. Items of Interest. 1 ""'J' A mental reservation is that whioh under-He a statement. ' '"I Illinois farmers are posting up signs to. the effect that they'll murder th first agent who comes upon the prami CB. , '..i.i.ir.i-. There is a ohanoe for curious 'reflec tion in the fact that a large diamond recently exhibited was worth 5,000 bar rels of flour. . . .. 1 Will aome one move that I may take the ehair ?" said Sheridan, when he went to a crowded meeting before it waa organized. Brotherly love is not the only kind they cultivate in Philadelphia. For 16.782 fond hearts were made to beat as 7,891 in that oity last year. 1 An' Indiana man has just received notice of a $4,000 dividend on an oil well which be had given up as a total loss. Oil's well that ends well. Beecher's advice is : " Don't drink at all ; aeoond, if you must drink, let it be of the right kind, at the right time, and under the right ciroum stanoes." Suicide was committed in an extraor dinary way by a young man at Paris, Utah, lately. He deliberately drove a nail into hia head, and died in a few hours after. In Switzerland there is a law whioh oompels every newly-married couple to plant six trees immediately after the ceremony, and two on the birth of every child. Birch? A Missouri jury, in the case of a man found with ten bullets in hia head,, de oided that " he had been shot or met with some aooident in some manner not just now known." Taking care of a baby and sewing buttons on a wife's shoes were adduced in a trial as evidenoe tending to show a husband's affection for a wife whom he subsequently shot. A Chinaman on trial in California fox larceny proved that he wasn't within half a mile of the property when it was taken, and they sent him up for a year for contempt of court. But few persons have been both Governor of Massachusetts and one of its Senators. These are Christo pher Gore, Caleb Strong, John Davis, George S. Boutwell, and now Wm. li. Washburn. John Spinks, barber, of Council Bluff, whose shirt, saturated with blood, was found concealed in a shed near his residenoe, has been heard from by his oreditors. He is in Nevada, and not in the other place. A Lutheran minister iu ireedom, Wis., refused to conduct the funeral service of a farmer belonging to his parish because the man had been a granger, ins society promptly re quested his resignation. Our wives, mothers, and sisters are wearing vests real mosoulino waist coats, to bo more explicit. They are made of bright-colored silk or satin, and are intended for evening woar. All kinds of trimming can be used. An act passed by the Legislature of Maryland prevents the manager of any place of amusement from marking seats reserved unless they were sold be fore the entertainment opened under a penalty of $5 for each seat so marked. Trial, But Not by Jury, As a specimen of the method of set tling disputes in former times we give the following : In 1583 Adam Loftus, Archbishop of Dublin and Lord Chancellor, and Sir Henry Wallop, Vioe Treasurer and Treasurer of War in Ireland, were lords justioes of that kingdom. While hold ing the latter office a famous combs- .... . , , 1 1. was fonght before tnem (or in tne iuug guage of the day, trial by single coin bat), in the court of the Castle of Dub lin. " . Two near kinsmen of the noble fami ly of O'Connoi had charged each other with sundry treasons in tne iaie reuei lion, and desiring a trial by combat, the lords justices consented thereto. Where upon all things were ordered to be pre pared according to the customary vs of such cases in England, and the lords justices, the lordsof the council, judge?, .. nitiinir in their places, every one according to his degree, the appellant stripped to his shirt was brought be fore the court with only his sword and target (the weapons appointed), and, when he had done his reverence to the lords justices and the court, was set on a stool. The defendant was likewise brought in in the same manner, and with like weapons, and after doing his reverence, etc, was placed over against the appellant When the challenge was read, each combatant took an omu ui what he averred as to its truth and would justify the same both with sword and blood. The signal being given by sound of trumpet for them to engage, . the appellant did not only disarm the defendant, but also with the sword he took from him he cut off his head, and on the point thereof presented it to the ' lords lustioes, wno tnerenpon acqm him. " Pike's Peak. p;t'a pMl Tfliwived its name in honor of Lieutenant (afterward Gn ral) Z. M. Pike, a gallant officer, who dis covered and ascended it in 1805, while at the head of an exploring party sen out by Mr. Jefferson's administration. Oocupyingthe aame latitude with St Louis and San Francisoo, and about one thousand miles from eacn, in uo words of Frank Blair, " it at anda as the standard-bearer, beckoning the na tion." Accounts differ in regard to its elevation ; but Col. William Gilpin, of Independence, Missouri, whose name carries authority in all matters of physical geography, places its altitude at fourteen thousand five hundred feet Bim TrmninA 1 minces of SUet, 2 eggs, J pint of milk, 1 spoonful of gin ge?, 3 table-spoonfuls of flour ; mince the suet fine, roll it thin, salt to taste and mix well with the flour beat the eggs well and mix with milk and spices, Soar a cloth that has been dipped in hnilin- water, tie it loose after, puvung in the mixture ; put it tote tu-ngj wa ter, boil hard for an nouf Sem with Baoo according to fancy.