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, , , I I I ! . -1 I I HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDTJM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. IV. EIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1874. NO. 36. I An t Sad are They. Ah ! gad are they who know not love, But, far from passion's tears and smiles, Drift down a moonless tea, beyond The silvery coasts of fairy isles. And sadder they whose longing lips KIbs empty air, and never touch The dear warm mouth of those they love Waiting, wasting, suffering much. But clear as amber, fine as mush, Is life to those who, pilgrim-wiso, Move hand in baud from dawn to dusk, Each morning nearer Faradise. Oh, not for them shall angels pray Thoy stand in everlasting light ; They walk in Allah's smile by day, And nentlo in his heart by night. THE FALLING OF THE MILL. It wa8 the 10th day of January, 1860. On that day, while the machinery of the Pemberton mill, of Lawrence, Mass., was in motion, the main build ing fell, without warning, and a con flagration soon after broke out in the ruins. Of 700 persons in the building at the time, seventy-seven were killed, and one hundred and thirty-four in jured, of whom fourteen subsequently died. The causa of the disaster was the faulty construction of the iron pil lars Which supported the floor timbers, and' the lack of adhesive power in the mortar. Miss Elizabeth Stnart Phelps gave a thrilling and vivid description of the disaster in a story entitled " The Tenth of January," extracts from which will be found of deep interest in this con nection. The silent city steeped and bathed itseH in rose tints ; the river ran red and the snow crimsoued on the distant New Hampshire hills. Pemberton, mute and cold, frowned across the disk of the climbing sun and dipped, &3 she had seen it dip before, ia" blood. The day broke softly, the snow melted, and tho wind blow warm from the river. Sene was a little dizzy ihis morning the constant palpitation of the floors always made her dizzy, after a wakeful night and so her colored threads danced out of place and troubled her. Del Ivory, working beside her said : How the mill shakes 1 What's going on ?" " It's the new machinery they're h'isting in," observed the overseer, carelessly. " Great improvement, feut Tory, very heavy ; they calc'lute on get ting it all into place to-day." The wind began at last to grow chilly up the staircase and in at the cracks ; tho melted drifts out under the walla to harden ; the snn dipped above the dam; the mill dimmed slowly; shadows crept down between the frames. "It's time for lights," said Meg Match, and sworo a little at her spools. "Del," said Sene, " I think to-morrow" She stopped. Something strange happened, to her frame ; it jarred, buz zed, snapped, the threads untwisted and flew out of place. " Curious !" she said, and looked up. Looked up to see her overseer turn wildly, clap his hands to his head, and fall ; to her.r a shriek from Del that froze her bUod ; to see the solid coil ing gape above her ; to see the walk and windows stagger ; to seo iron pil lars reel ; and vast machinery throw up its giant arms, and a tangle cf hu man faces blanch and writhe 1 She sprang as the floor sunk. As pillar alter pillar gave way, sue bounded up an incline plane, with the gulf yawn ing Rfter her. It gained upon her ; be yond were the stairs and an open door; she threw out her arms and struggled on with hands and knees, tripped in the gearing, end saw, as she fell, a square oaken beam above her yield and crash ; it was of n fresh, red color ; she dimly wondered why ; as she felt her hands slip, her knees slide, support, time, aud reason go utterly out. At ten minutes before five, on Tues day, the tenth of January, the Pember ton mill, ail hands being at the time on duty, fell to tho ground. Uo tho record fliishei over the tele graph, wires, sprang into large type in the newspapers, passed from lip to lip, a nine-days' wonder, gave place to the successful candidate and tho muttering South, and was forgotten. Who shall say what it was to ti e 750 souls who were buried in the ruins ? What to the eighty-eight who died that death of exquisite agony ? What to the wrecks of men nud women who endure even to this day a liio that ia worse than death ? What to the architect and en gineer who, when tho fatal pillars were first delivered to them for inspection, had found one broken under their eyes, yet reoeipted the contract and built with them a mill whose thin walls and wide, unsupported stretohes could never keep their place unaided ? One that we love may go to the battle-ground, and we are ready for tho worst ; we have said our good-bye ; onr hearta wait and pray ; it is his life, not his death, whioh is the surprise. But that he should go out to his safe, daily commonplace oc cupation, unnoticed and uncaressed, scolded a little, perhaps, because ha leaves the door open and tells us how cross we are this morning, and Ihey bring him up the stops, by-and-bye, a mangled mass of death and horror that is hard. Sene's father heard, at twenty min utes of five, what he thought to be the rumble of au earthquake under his very feet, and stood with bated breath waiting foi the crash. As nothing fur ther appeared to happen he took his stick and limped out into the street. A orowd of men with white lips were counting the mills. Pacific, Atlantic, Washington Pemberton. Where was Pemberton? Where Pemberton had blazed with its lamps last night, and hammed with its iron lips this noon, a cloud of dust, black, silent, horrible, puffed a hundred feet into the air. Asenath opened her eyes after a time. Beautiful green and purple lights had been daneing about her, but she had bad no thoughts. It occurred to her now that she had been struck on the bead. The church olooks were striking eight. A bonfire, which bad been built at distanoe to light the citizens in tho work of rescue, cast a little gleam in through the debris across her two hands, whioh lay clasped at her side. One of her fingers she saw was gone ; it was the finger which held Dick's lit tle engagement ring. The red beam lay across her forhead, and drops drip ped from it upon her eyes. Her feet, still tangled in the gearing whioh had tripped upon her, were buried beneath a pile of bricks. A broad pieoe ef floor ing that had fallen slantwise roofed her in, and saved her from the mass of iron work overhead, which would have crushed the breath out of Hercules. Fragments of looms, shafts, and pillars were in heaps about. Some one whom she could not see was dying just be hind her. A little girl who worked it her room a mere child was crying, between her groans, for her mother. Del Ivory sat in a little open space, cushioned about with reels of cotton ; she had a shallow gash upon her cheek ; she was wringing her hands. They were at work from the outside, sawing entrances through the labyrinth of planks. A dead woman lay cloBe by, and Sene saw them draw her out. One f the pretty Irish girls was crushed quite out of sight ; only one hand was free, she moved it feebly. They could hear her calling for Jimmy Mahoney, Jimmy Mahoney ; and would they be sure and give him back the handker chief ? Poor Jimmy Mahoney I Ey-and-bye she called no more, and in a little while the hand was still. The other side of the slanting flooring some one prayed aloud. She had a little baby at home. She was asking God to take care of it for her. " For Christ's sake," she said. Sene listened long for the amen, but it was never spoken. Be yond they dug a man out from under a dead body unhurt He crawled to his feet, and broke into furious blasphemies. " Del cried presently that they were cutting them out. The glare of the bonfire Btruck through an opening ; saws and axes flashed ; voices grew dis tinct. The opening broadened, bright ened ; the sweet night wind blew in ; the safe night sky shone through. Sene's heart leaped within her. Out in the wind and under the sky she should stand again after all. Sho worked her head from under the beam and raised herself upon her elbow. At that mo ment she heard a cry "Fire! fire 1 God Almighty help them ! The ruins are on fire I" A man working over tho debris from the outside had taken the notion, it being rather dark just then, to carry a lantern with him. " For God's sake," a voice cried from the crowd, " don't ctay there with that light." But while his voice yet sounded, it was the dreadful fate of the man with the lan tern to let it fall and it broke on the ruined mass. That was nine o'clock. What there was to be seen from then till morning could never be told or for gotten. A network, twenty feet high, of rods and girders, of beams, pillare, stair ways, rooting, ceiling, walling, wrecks of looms, shafts, twisters, pulleys, bob bins, mules, locked and intertwined ; wrecks of human creatures wedged in ; a faoo that yon know turned up at you from some pit, which twenty-four hours' hewing could not open ; a voice that you knew crying aftor you from God knows where ; a mass of long, fair hair visible here, a foot there, three fingers of a hand over there ; the snow bright red under foot ; charred limbs and helpless trunks tossed about ; strong men carrying covered things by ycu, at sight of which other strongmen have fainted ; the little yellow jet that liured up ana died in smoke, and flared again, leaped out, licked tho cotton bales, tasted the oiled machinery, crunched the netted wood, danced on tho heaped-up stone, threw its cruel arms high into the night, roared for joy at helpless firemen, and swallowed wreck, death and life together out of your sight that thing stands alone in the gallery of tragedy. The child, who had called for her mother, began to sob out that she was afraid to die alone. " Come bore, Molly," said Sene, " can you crawl around?" Molly crawled around. " Put your head in my lap and your arms about my waist, and I will put my hands in yours so, there I I guess that's better, isn't it ?" But they had not given them up yet. In the still nnburned rubbish, at the right, some one had wrenched an open ing within a foot of Sene's face. They clawed at the solid iron pintles like savage things. A fireman fainted in the smoke. " Give it up 1" cried the crowd from behind. " It can't be done ! Fall back 1" then hushed, awe-struck. An old man was crawling along on his hands and knees over the heated bricks. He was a very old man. His gray hairs blew about in the wind. " I want my little gal 1" he said. "Can't anybody tell mo where to find my little gal?" A rough fellow pointed in perfect si lence through the smoke. "I'll have her oat yet. I am an old man, but I can help. She's my little gal, ye see. Hand me that there dip per of water ; it'll keep ber from chok ing, maybe. Now, keep cheery, Sene. Your old f ather'll get ye out. Keep up a good heart, child. That's it." " It's no use, father. Don't feel bafl, father. I don't mind it very much." He hacked at the timber ; he tried to laugh ; he bewildered himself with bis cheerful words. "No more ye needn't, 'Senath; for it'll be over in a minute. Don't be downcast yet. We'll have ye safe at home before ye know it. Drink a lit tle more water ; do now. They'll get at ye-now, sure I" Bat out above the crackle and the roar a woman's voioe rang out like a bell : " We're going home to die no more." A child's notes quivered in the chorus. From sealed and unseen graves, white, young lips swelled the glad refrain " We're going, going home." The crawling smoke turned yellow, turned red, voice after voice broke and bushed utterly. One only sang on like silver. It flung dellanoe down at death. It chimed into the lurid sky without a tremor. For One stood be side ber in the furnace, and bis form was like unto the form of the Son of God. Their eyes met. Why should not Asenath sing ? " 'Senath 1" cried the old man, out upou the burning bricks ; he was now scorched from his gray hairs to his patched boots. The answer canio tri umphantly : " To die no more, no more,-no more !" " Seno, little Hone !" Some one pulled him back. The Founder of Harrisburg, Ta. The founder of the city of Harris burg, Pa. , was John Harris. His houso, still standing, was tho first stone build ing erected in Harrisburg. One un happy day a tribe of predatory Indians passed down the river on a piratical expedition, and on their return stopped at the Harris house. Most of thorn were intoxicated, and they demanded more liquor from Harris, which he re fused to give. Bearing him a grudge as tho ally of a tribe hostile to them, they bound him to a mulberry-tree, and threatened to burn him alive. Dry fagots were gathered and heaped around the stake, and one of the savages ap proached with a lighted torch. Sud denly there was a whoop, a rustling iu the bush, and a friendly tribe sprang upon the scene, headed by a negro slave named Hercules. The savages fled, and Harris was resoued from his perilous position. The incident had a profound effect on his mind, ond there after he measured his actions by their piety. The faithful slave Hercules saved his master's life a second time, and proved his attachment to the family again and again. Harris still prospered and made a clearing, and established a trading-station near the mouth of the Juniata. At his death, in December, 1748, he owned about nine hundred acres of land adjacent to and on the ground of the present site of Harrisburg, two hundred acres on tho opposite shore, and about eight hundred acres at tho mouth of tho Conodogninet creek. Tho anecdotes related of his wifo have a very romnntio flavor, and some ready story-writer may profit by the two we transcribe here. The few neighbors already called the Harris house the " Mansion," although it was of the most unpretentious char acter. The mansion-house then was surrounded by a stockade, as security against marauding Indians. One night au English military officer was invited to stay with the family, and, in enter ing the house, bo left the gate of the stockade unfastened. While he was at supper with his host, an Indian stole through the gate of the stockade, and thrust a rifle through one of the port holes of the house. The night was damp, and the riflo missed fire. Be fore the savage had time to aim with another weapon, Mrs. Harris blew out the candle, and so put the room and the company in darkness. We have a suspicion that we have al ready seen the incident that remains to be told embodied in a thrilling sensa tional sketch, but here it is, at all events, vouched for by the oldest records of Harrisburg, whence we de rive it. Mrs. Harris had an Irish girl in her employ, whom she sent into the store-room with a lighted candle. The girl reappeared without the candle, and, when questioned, said she had left it standing in a barrel of flax-seed. The sequel to the story you who read story papers habitually may guess. The bar rel contained gunpowder, not flax-seed, which had been negligently left uncov ered. Mrs. Harris arose from ber work-table without a word, and wont into the store-room. She carefully lifted the candle from the powder, blew it out, calmly reproved the servant, and then resumed her work, Hints for the Household. New earthenware should, before be ing used, be soaked in cold water for twenty-four hours ; this will render it less liable to crack, as well as enabling it to be made thoroughly clean. For washing article? which are not greasy, such as tea things, etc., every housekeeper should be provided with a good-sized wooden bowl, for by con tact with this they will be less liable to be chipped and broken than when an earthen basin is used. Still further to avoid the danger of breakage, one article only should be put in at a time. A small cloth should be kept with which to cleanse them while in the water, for merely rinsing them and then wiping them on the tea-cloth will not insure cleanliness. For washing the inside of jugs, a miniature mop, with a handle a foot long, like those sold for cleaning the chimneys of lamps, is indispensable. A little soda should sometimes be used for washing jugs, and if the same is occasionally used for washing tea things, it will make them look much cleaner and brighter. Soda should, however, never be used except in small quantities, nor should it be constantly employed, as it has a tendency to injure the glaze. Soap or potash has not this injurious effoct, but neither cleanses so thoroughly as soda. For tea-cloths linen must be used, as cotton fabrics are not sufficiently ab sorbent to dry the earthenware. For washing greasy earthenware, two tubs of suitable size should be provided ; one, in which to wash tkem, must con tain hot water, with a little soda, or, for the reasons stated above, potash or wood ashes ; and the other, in which to rinse them immediately after they are washed, must be tilled with olean cold water. What Hk Meant. A writer in the St. Paul Press tells a new story of Hor ace Greeley. Horace wrote a note to a brother editor in New York whose writing was equally illegible with bis own. The reoipient of tho note, not being able to read it, sent it back by the same messenger to Mr. Greeley for elucidation. Supposing it to be the answer of bis own note, Mr. Greeley looked over it but likewise was unable to read it, and said to the boy : " Go take it back. What does the infernal fool mean ?" " Yes, sir," said the boy " that is just what he says." A man is at the bottom of indolence when be is too lazy to labor under a mistake. HYJIEX AXI) MORS. Young Lady Wedded and Widowed on the Same Day. Between three and four years ago Miss Emma Hulsizer, then a girl of about sixteen years of age, went to De troit to perfect herself in painting and music, for both of which arts she evinced decided talent. She is the fourth daughter of William Hulsizer, of Rochester, Oaaland county, Mioh., a gentleman as noted for his liberality and hospitality as he is for bis social and political influence. While in the city Miss Hulsizer met many persons who became ber warm and personal friends. After several months of intense application to her studies she was sent to the Convent of Villa Maria, in Montreal, where she romained for two years as a pupil, dis tinguished alike for talents and atten tion to her studies, and where she graduated this summer with great honor, after whioh she returned to her home. During one of her vacations she visited a friend, Miss Moyes, of New York, and was introduced to Dr. S. E. Moyes, the brother of her hostess. The result was an acquaintance which culminated in a betrothal, with the con sent and approbation of the relatives of both of the parties most interested, and it wus decided that tho weddiog should tako place as soon after Miss Emma's graduation as possible. Ac cordingly this entire summer has seen active preparations in progress for the event, and au elegant trousseau has been prepared for the bride elect, noth ing which could contribute either to her comfort or adornment having been omitted, and everything being chosen with a view of the bridal tour to Eu ropo, whioh was expected to consume at least a year. The wedding was to have taken place and cards of invitation were issued in time to permit friends from all parts of the country to be present at the home stead on that occasion ; the prepara tions were of "the most perfect and elaborate description, and it was in tended that the happy event should eclipse auy thing of the kind ever known in that part of the State. Friends were procuring their presents, and itseemed as though a mere auspicious beginning of a life of married happiness would be impossible ; but fate decreed a sad reversal of the picture, and that the cup of joy should be replaced by the' chalice of sorrow. At a late hour a telegram was received announcing the sudden and dangerous illnesa of the groom and calling for the immediate presence of his intended bride. Wild with anxiety, yet hoping against hope, Miss Emma complied with the request, and immediately started for Buffalo, where she found ber worst fears were confirmed, a council of physicians hav ing pronounced the patient ns beyond p.ll hope of recovery. The meeting between the almost dying man and bis heartbroken be throthed was too sacred to be made the subject of a newspaper paragraph ; but the sequel is one which so nearly re sembles romance as to be almost in credible. Tho groom expectant insisted that before bis death he should be united with the woman of bis choice, and, ac cordingly, a clergyman having been summoned, that most solemn of all rites, a death-bed marriage, was cele brated. The scene as described by one of those present was never t be for gotten. The groom, supported in the arms of his devoted mother, feebly re sponded to the questions of the offi ciating minister ; the bride, kneeling beside the bedside, with trne womanly heroism repressed the anguish with which her heart was rent ; an only sis ter watched with agony by ber brother, and a few fond friends knelt iu silent grief as the words were said which made one of those two so soon to be parted by the hand of death. The doctor bequeathed hi3 wife as a sacred legacy to his mother and sister, with whom sho will henceforth reside, and to whom she is now bound by ties of love. He survived until one o'clock on the morning of the fourth day, when he sank into a quiet slumber.frora which be never awoke. Dr. Moyes was a wealthy man, and it is said he has left his bride a handsome fortune. His Official Crook, Sheep are nn important f-.tock with English farmers, says the Danbury man. The English people are fond of mutton as an artiole of food, and have it quite steadily. When they tire of mutton they bavo lamb. Beef they never neglect. They are the most do cile and uncomplaining of peop'ewhen beef is around. Their sheep are the best in the world, I beliave. Yon have seen pictures of shepherds with the proverbial crook in their hands. I didn't think a party could be a shepherd with out this crook, any more than a man could be the lead r of an orchestra without a pair of pants. I was glad that the first man whom I saw 1 ending sheep carried one of these crooks. I didn't know what a i rook was for, bnt always believed it was a badge of the occupation, whose origin I could not fathom, handed down from century to century since the time when sheep were invented. Imagine my genuine disgust when I saw this shepherd use the sacred crook to capture the straying animals by catching bold of one of their bind legs and tripping them up. The awful truth came upon me like a flash, and I sat down heavily, a broken-hearted man, I had thought it a beautiful em blem, and it proves to be a hind-leg snatoher. The Wealth. That the wealth of the United States is passing into the bands of a few is a very common belief. In bis address before the Maryland Agricultural and Meohanical Association, Senator Thur man cites statistics to the contrary. The increase of farms is greater than that of population, and the increase of small farms is considerably greater than that of large ones. These are im- Eortant facts, and go far to justify his opes for the future prosperity of the country. Russian Loto. Nicopolis is a small town in the south east of Russia, where tho Caucasian blood mixes with the Russian, and pro duces very many remarkable specimens of female beauty. Among the most beautiful -of the tho beauties of Nicopolis was Ulyana, only daughter of a wealthy land-owner. Her father was in the habit, every year at harvest-time, to add to his force by engaging "people from Russia,'' as they say, meaning people from the interior, who at this season of the year seek re munerative labor in the more cultivated and wealthier district of the south. One of these people, Filvatieff, a handsome, stalwart young follow, at tracted special attention. He seemed completely -diieent-with regard to gains, and was always in the best of spirits. Ulyana soon became a willing listener when be was praised, and Filya tieff, who was not insensible to the charms of female beauty, soon evinced a marked partiality for her society. It was not long ere their liking for each other ripened into an affair of the heart, and became the subject of general re mark. Nor did the young people at tempt to conceal what they felt for each other, and Filyatieff went boldly to the father of his lady-love and asked for his blessing. But the farmer peremptorily relused ; he was not going to give bis daughter to a strolling laborer, he said. All Ulyaua's tears and entreaties were of no avail ; her father was inflexible, and, in order to" put other things into her head," he compelled ber to a be trothal with a wealthy townsman. The betrothal was celebrated with great pomp. All were merry but Ulyana ; her thoughts were with Filyatieff, who gave her good cause of uneasiness. He had ceased to work, and now spent his time in either one pot-bouse or another. He drank to assuage bis grief ; but not long. He soon took an aversion to schnapps a rare thing for a Russian to do and then drink did not lessen his grief. He therefore forswore the pot house, and determined to go far away, where, concealed and forgotten, he could end his unhappy life. In this romantic frame of mind he bethought himself of Siberia, aud determined to take the necessary steps to get there as soon as possible. With this object in view, be, one evening soon after dark, went to the principal bazaar of the town and tried one door after another until he found one he could force. He entered tho well-filled shop, took what money be found in the till, and looked about to see if no one came. Then he made a bundle of some of the goods, and again looked about to see if no one came to arrest the burglar. As he was still unobserved, he made a bright light iu the shop. This was soon seen, and people came and seized the supposed robber. On his trial, he simply declared that owing to his disappointment in love, he wanted to be sent to Siberia ; that this, and this only, was his object iu breaking into the shop. The jurors were unanimous in rendering a verdict of acquittal, which was recoived by loud acclamations on the part of the specta tors. The farmer was now compelled to relent. He broke off the engagement of his daughter with the wealthy neigh bor, 'and consented to ber union with the romantic- Filyatieff. Newspaper Lite. Some gloomy people look with ap prehension upon the prospects of a new paper, says the New York Herald, and we hear dreary vaticinations as to the fate of a new one. Mr. Hudson, in bis admirable " History of Journalism," prints the names of some hundreds of newspapers that have lived and died and gone to rest in a silent paper mill. And we confess that, as president of a savings bank or a trust company, we should prefer some other investment than newspaper stock ; or, to be more clear in meaning, stock in a new news paper. Bat all the same, we believe in new journals. We should like to see two hundred daily morning papers in this metropolis. Think what a good time publio opinion would have under going the process of education from t vo hundred teachers 1 In fact, we do not see in our progress of invention why every large firm, every dealer in patent medicines, every politician and opera manager should not have his own newspaper. It i3 a great discipline to a man to be compelled to sit down and coldly put bis thoughts into print. Then he oan always do himself justice. Nothing, as all men know, is more easy than to edit a newspaper, journalism being the profession to which every American is born. So that, so far from there being no room for the new paper, there is room for a hundred journals like it. The Temperature of the Snn, The latest investigation on the tem perature of the sun by Father Secchi has been rece&tly published, and be concludes that the lowest limit of this temperature must be about 133,000 deg. Centigrade. This determination he ar rived at by a comparison of their solar radiation and that of the electrio light Ho has employed the same apparatus, namely, the thermo-heliometer, de scribed in bis well-known work on the sun. The temperature produced by solar radiation was observed at Borne about noon on several days in July, and was determined to be 36 times that of the carbon points of bis electrio light, Both Secchi and Him agree that the temperature of solar radiation may de pend either solely on the superficial stratum of the sun or on a considerable thiokness of its substance, acoording as this latter is opaque or transparent, Him concludes that if the transparence were nearly perfect, tho solar tempera' ture might well be only a few thousand degrees ; but various phenomena, among them the observations of Prof, Langley of Pittsburgh on the crossing of the currents of the photosphere, show that the solar surfaoe is essentially opaque, and certainly at the best is net completely transparent. The very high temperature of 130,000 deg. to 170,000 deg. above Riven, is. therefore, not in' admissible, but must be looked upon as at least giving a lower limit to the true value of the temperature of the ton. Blessing the Sea. A correspondent of the London Daily Telegraph thus describes tho curious ceremony of "Blessing the Sea," at Ostend, Belgium : " Ostend, an excellent batning place, and in other respects also a pleasant vacation resort, is now beginning to fill with visitors, mostly German and Eng lish; and the Kursaal on the Diguo was crowded with a well-dressed oom- Eany as the hour of one o'clock, which ad been fixed for the ceremony of blessing the sea, drew near. Another altar, much more imposing than either of those in the Place d' Amies, had been erected on tho most conspicuous point of the Digue ; and hither canio a pro cession of great length, led by a long array of little girls iu white muslin dresses and veils, who strewed the ground with flowers. Then came the choristers, with an instrumental band ; and then many baDner-carriers, it be ing observable that all the inscriptions were in Flemish, as being addressed to the humblest and the least educated part of the crowd, who constituted a large majority. Under a canopy, be fore which censers were swung, walked an aged and venerable-looking priest, in vestments of gold, bearing the Host. I found on inquiry that he was not a bishop or dignity of his church ; and I was, moreover, informed that no such ecclesiastical authority is given to thi3 festival as would be implied in the per sonal attendance of a prelate from Bruges, or from any adjacent dioceso, for Ostend is not yet a bishopric Still, the benediction of the sea was per formed in a manner as solemn as if a cardinal had presided ; though there was a good deal of chatting on the out skirts of the throng, and the company seated in the balconies of the Kursaal were bv no means so solemn and de vout as the poorer people in the crowd near the altar. A salvo of artillery was fired from the other end of the Digue when the benediction had been accom plished ; and then the procession took its way back again into the town, through all the sports and junketings, which were snspended as it passed, but only for a few brief moments. The band of the Civio Guard' played secular tunes as it followed the priestly re tinue : very secular tunes indeed were some of them ; but the bell of the priest went tinkling on ell the same, and even as that holy sound mingled with the music of opera bouffe, so did the incense from the censors blend with odors less acceptable. I had no ticed, during the service on the Digue, many prostrations by women and little children, and a few even by men ; but the passing of theproceBsion through the town was yet more productive of popu lar excitement. People rushed from the beer-shops, iu which, as I have said, devotional tapers were lighted, and actually threw themselves down as an imago was carried by. At tho windows above women clasped their hands and wept. What was the senti ment, what the moving cause, I could not for the life of me guess. But it was there, beyond a question ; and hence forth, when I am in any mood to specu late on psychological mysteries, I shall always remember that crowd at Ostend, aud the benediction of tho sea. A Warm Locality. Tho Virginia City (Nev.) Enterprise tells a round of marvelous stories, and its last production is as follows : " We are informed that the reason why there are no shade trees about the hotel at the Genoa Hot Springs, and why none can be grown there, is that the ground is too hot for them. It is said that upon digging through the thin Burface soil, a sub-otratum of hard earth called a hard-pan is found. This is two or three feet in thickness, and upon dig ging through it almost anywhere in the neighborhood, boiling hot water is en countered. On account of this subter ranean lake of hot water, trees of no kind can be made to grow in the neigh borhood. Soil enough for the nourish ment of the trees cannot be collected upon the surface, and the moment their roots pass through the substratum they are in hot water and are cooked. By sinking an artesian well in this place, there could doubtless be obtained a nne fountain of hot water, bat if it were de sired to surround this fountain with trees, it would be neoessary to have them made of cast-iron." Marriages of Blood Relations, Statistics presented to the French Academy show that the marriages of blood relations form about two per cent, of all the marriages in France, and that the deaf and dumb offspring at birth, of consanguineous marriages are, in proportion to- the deaf and dumb bom in ordinary wedlock, at Lyons, full twenty-hve per cent. ; at least twenty- hve per cent, in Paris, and thirty per cent, in Bordeaux the proportion of the deaf and dumb, by birth, increas ing with the degree of blood relation ship. The data obtained snow mat, it the danger of having a deaf and dumb child in ordinary marriage, represented by figures, is one, there will be eighteen in marriages between first cousins, thirty-seven between uncles and nieces, and seventy in marriages botween nephews and aunts. It appears, too, that the most healthy parents, if related in blood, may have deaf and dumb children. How They Shoot at Creedmoor. The regulations of these matohes ex clude all firing from a " rest;" but this means an artificial rest. The marks man. however, may choose any posi tion or posture cf the body ; be may lie flat, face downward, or on his back, faoe upward, or take any reoumbent position, or go down on bis knees or stand erect. He may braoe his body in any way by the use of bis arms and legs, and may use either lor " a rest" it he can get it into satisfactory posi tion. All the marksmen in the reoent match on both sides chose the " recum bent " position, some lying face down' wards, using their knees and elbows to braoe themselves in position ; some lying on their backs, using their knees and feet as rests, and some incline slightly to one side, yet still on their Daoju, The Troubles of Wan Lcc. Mr. William Lee, of the Ontaria street laundry, has not left Cleveland, although be has not appeared of late in the newspapers. The fact is that Mr. Lee has devoted himself striotly to business during the last six or eight months, and has thereby amassed a small amount of cash, which is des tined to be expended in carrying him again to his native land, over the salt, salt sea. Bnt before leaving, it is sim ply an act of justice to state that Mr. Lse has attempted faithfully to submit to the heathenism of this benighted country, and if he does not carry away a fair impress of hospitality or feeling of lovo toward Brother Jonathan, the fault has not been his, but that of tho angnlar brother on whoso bosom ho at tempted to lean. But it will be simply an act of justice to friend Wau to allow lam to explain his own feelings, as he did in conversing with a Lender re porter. He unburdened himself as fol lows : " Me no likco Melican man. Tilelicau man comee in my laundry, Kpittee on floor, chew, chew. Bringee shiriee, say, 'Thust, Wau Lee?' Wau Lee say, ' No thust ; thust dead.' Melican man say, 'Rat eater, I pnnohee.' Punchee Wau Lee's head, pull his pig tail. Wan Lee iuns chop chop head to fleece officer. Fleece officer say, Cheap John one, two, three bounce.' Shakee mo pig tail and sny, ' Climb.' Wau Lee olimbs comeo home. Melican man steal shirt, and be climb too." Wau Lee attempted to go to Sunday school, and his story is as follows : " Me go on Sundlay day to Joss bouse. Me takee settee and Melican man's boyee come along. Boyeo say, ' Here's China.' More boyee come. Pull pig tail and say, ' Bully foi Chi nee man.' Me get mad and swear. Fleece officer comee long, takee me to station. Payee fivee doliee and ixty cents ; go home to wash, wash. " Me then go on street car. Melican woman looks at me and laughee loud. One speakee low, Him nig.' Ouo speakee low, too, and say, 'Him rat eater.' Me gettee mad and say, " Me Chinaman me washee-washee. Me no nig. No nig. Me no rat eater. Big lie.' Melican woman scream. Conduc tor run in. Him say, Who's up ?' Melioan woman say, 'Dirty China 'suited me.' Conductor ho takes my stampees, and be say, Get.' Wau Lee gets, fall on the ground, and breakee nose ; officer cemes up. He says, ' Dlunk again, Chineel.' Me say, No dlunk.' He say, 'Too thin. Takee me by collar and takee me to station. Judge say, ' Here again, Chinee ?' Me go out, pay ten dollee and fifty cents. Me go home madee red hot madoe, swear, bleak dishes, shave off pig tail, buy plug bat, shut ;up laundry, and go to China.' And this was Waa Lee's first deter mination, but since theu he has recon sidered it, gone back to his trade, and still washes and irons as of old. A Boy's Composition. THE BAT, The rat should ot to toiler cats iu books, wich ain't so in cellers. The rat eats chees wen he can git somo that's good, but dutch nocks him. There was a man bated a steel trap with dutch chees, and pretty soon be began to fino ded rats evry mornin . At tne enu oi a weak there was ded rats evry were, but the trap bad never been sprang. Then be found out the rats was starved cause thev had worn their teetns oil nawin' the trap, and couldn't take their meols. They thought the trap was the bate and the dutch was tho trap. You know who told me that uoout the dutch. Wen he comes to see my sister he asks me how I'm gettin' on with my composition, and then he tels me things wich I may put in it, and my sister she says shaw wat a fib, and I mussent bleeve a werd be says, and looks in his eyes with ber'n, but he ain't a bit f .1 TT-' ova liloilr Vint Vii'd'n ill gray, and so is rats. Rats is long tails, and if you berry a ded un with bis tail a-stickin' out it would be a vine. Rats is killed by tarriers, wich is put into a pit were the rats has been cetthed and let out. If it wasn't for these tarrier3 there would be too manv rats for any body to live. The black-and-tan is finest to look at, but the rats licks em like smoke. I asked mv father if femt3 was good for rats, and be says yes, that's wat they lives on wen they can't git vegil tibles; but he was readiu' the news paper, and mother she says wen a man is readin' a newspapar they never knows nothin'. My uncle Ned he spoke up and said that was the best fraim of mino to read the papers. Newspapers toro up little makes a good nessed for rats, and the pufs wich wimmen puts in their hare is called rats too, but not the bitin' kind. Bishop Hatto was a by rats, evry little tiny bit up, and serve him mity well right too ; but they don t now 'cause their is more' bishops than there is rats. Rats is row-dentt, and rat-eetchers is row-dentists, my sister's young man S9s. The French Bastile. The power wielded by Louis XIV.. of France, was of the most despotio character. When the king wished to imprison any one be wrote as follows : "it is ordered that shall be ar rested and taken to the bastile. His majesty instructs the governor to re tain the person in custody until further orders." The king signed the docu ment, which was indorsed by any min ister, and the arrest took place. Some slight difference was made as to the machinery of the arrest, according to the rank of the prisoner. If it was a person of noble birth, a file of mous quetaires did the business ; if it was a person of low degree who was to be in carcerated, the sergeants or archers hurried him off without ceremony. The prisoner was ordinarily hustled into a carriage, and on arriving at the first gate of the bastile a sentinel challenged the equipage, and, on receiving the answer, "By the king's order," the portcullis was opened, the prisoner passed in, and was then often lost sight of forever.