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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIX. DESPEItANDTJM. Two Dollars per Annum. YOL. V. HIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY,- PA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 2, 1875. NO. 41. , . Self-Revealed. " Dip doop thy pon Into my hcr.rt, O ahgcl scribe, and write, that I May kuow myself j I will not cry Nor woop dip ilocp ; I will not start." fho angel dipped doep in lior heart, And dronr his dripping pon and wrote j And, though her knees together emote, She did not cry, nor weep, nor start. He wrote one word in many ways, All quaint, hut beautiful, until His fair white roll was fullj and still Her mudeHt eyes she did not raise. " Is it all written ?" "Even so, Behold." She saw not, for her sight Was dim with pain and in despite lior woman's tears began to fluw. . Then through her tears she looked again, And saw the word all written fair ; And smiled and sighed, and with her hair Toyed, crying ! " Love? but love in pain ; " Yet Thou, dear Christ, haKt shown mo how To die for hive ; let others wear Life's roses in their waving hair, I twine Thy thorus abant my brow." The angel bent his stately head. And bade her bless him as she bowed ; " For thou my name acd state be proud I am no peer to thee," he said. Scribner. A MEP.ttY CHIUSMAS. A Story for the Holiilnja. "A rarry Christinas !" It echoed t'jvongh th-j wide streets in a thousand different voices; it raug out in the clenr sleigh holla; it was shouted through the liouse by childish voices; it wna whis pered in lovincr tones bv the invalid's conch; it was sighed forth, with bitter emphasis, in the prison cells; it was muttered, in linrd voices, in the dark, dirty alleys, where merriment was u mockery, or the despairing mirth of over-wrought misery. ' ' A merry Christ mas I" " Anna 1" said a low, feeble voice, from n poor, hard pallet" Anna I" " Yes, mother; I am here." The child for she had not seen more than twelve or thirteen summers rose from a seat upon the floor, laid aside her sewing, and bent over the invalid. The room was a garret, poorly protected from the cold, snowy winds without. A small lire hardly served to take the bit terest chill from the air. Tho furniture consisted of two mattresses upon the floor, and a low, wooden chest. "Anna, dear child, put aside your work. It is Christmas day. Where is Charley (" "Gone to tho store. Mr. Perkins promised him a new jacket for a Christ-' mas jrift, and ho has gone for the order." "And you, 'my poor child, will have no gift." "I am as fortunate as you," said Anna, with assumed gayuty; but, iu spite of her efforts to restrain them, a large tear rolled down each cheek. "It is very cold," said tho invalid, shivering. "Mother ! dear mother 1" and how the tears flowed freely "you are sick, shivering with cold on Christmas day ! ami I cannot warm you 1 Others have flue gifts; large houses, warm fires, and plenty to eat; while we are starving and freezing. It is unjust. O Heaven ! hast thou, no pity for my mother?" " Anna, it is ju ,t. Listen, my child, and you shall hear my story. Long years ago, I was tho petted child of 'wealthy pareuts. I had brothers and sisters; but, ot all, I was the favorite. I was beautiful and talented, and my father's idol. With every indulgence, every care, my path through life was strewn. And how did I repay it ? With bitter, gross ingratitude. I was aspoilt, willful child: but my parents were blind to all my defects, seeing only my fair face, and hearing only the praises of my various teachers. " Among tho visitors at my father's house, there was a Frenchman, a mau who called himself Count de la Posta. He was hmdsome and graceful. I loved him. My father, wiio saw his roiil worthlessness, tried, by gentleness and love, to win me from him. ThU was impossible. I fancied hi.a a persecuted saint, a id clung to him still more close ly. At la t, my father exacted from us a promise tj separate, and hold no com munication with each other for a year. He hoped that in that time ha could convince ma of his uu worthiuess. Anna, you will dospi.se your mother when she tells you that in six mojitln she broke her promise, and elojTed with Count de la Posta. I trusted to my father's great love for forgivoues-i. I was wrong. My ingrati tude, disobedience, and deceit met their just punish'ui'iit ; my father refused to see his erring child ; it was a bitter dis appointment, I had so counted on hij love ; but I turned to my husband for comfort. Now came the hardest blow of all. My husband coolly iuformed me that he was no count, that his name was Dugarde, and that ho had beeu valet to noblemen all his life. He had married me in hopes of sharing my dowry, and now quietly refused to support me. For ten years we lived a life of utter nn happiness. You were born, and Charley, and named for my favorite brother aud sister. I earned something by selling the jewels I had brought from home, and by assisting my husband in giving French lessons. Had he but loved me, I could still have been happy ; but he treated me with coldness, sometimes with cruelty, and continually reproached ine with my poverty, aud failure in win ning pardon from my father. At last, lie died. In all these long years I had heard no word of love from his lips ; but on his deathbed he spoke to me tenderly and gently. Anna, I have long forgiven him all his unkindness ; do you the same. After he died, I again sought my father. Iu vain ; he refused to see me. For three years more I supported my children ; then came this sickness. Two years have I lived in abject poverty, supported by charity and the little you could earn. Anna, my child, I will soon cease to be a burden upon your young hands." " Mother, do Dot speak so. You break my heart." "Anna, my dear child, who will care for yon when I am gone I God bless aud pity my orphan children t It is Christmas day. This very day, fifteen yoars ago, I left my father's house. We were having a gay party, for Christmas day is also my birthday; and I was on that evening seventeen years old. I left my homo in a rich dress, glittering with jewels, aud my hair decked with flowers; anil now i die in a garret, ou a hard mattress, shivering with cold. Then there were soft furs to envelop my thin ly clad form, and cover my bare neck and arms; now, rags cover me, and I perish with the cold. Father in heaven, my punishment is just, but it is bitter I Anna, what o'clock is it ?" ' It is after dark, mother. The fire light is all that makes the room light. Ah, here comes Charley !" A lad, a year or two younger than Anna, came boundiiig into the room. " Mother 1 Auna I a merry Christ mas ! I have a new jacket and five dol lars in money; but I have better news than that. There was an old get.tbman in Mr. Perkins' htore; and, when he heard my mother was sick, he told me to come to his house, and he would give me somo fruit fruit, dear mother, at Christmas ! and f omo wine and jelly. Anna, get your bonnet and tho basket, and come. I know the bouse; he led me past it; it is not far from hero." " Shall I go, mother?" said Anna. "Yes, dear; but come back soon; I feel very weak aud ill to-night; and I long for jelly or wine; it will give me new strength. Good-night, my chil dren." Thoy sfarted on their errand. Auna, oppressed by tho sa i story her mother had related, and filled with dark fore bodings, could scarcely keep pace with her merry-hearted brother, who, filled with joy at his Christmas presents, and longing to carry the promised dainties to his mother, bounded along, unheed ing the falling snow and the cold wind, which blew open his poor jacket, and nipped fiis lingers ami toes. His pre cious new jacket and the five dollar? had beeu left in his mother's hands. "A merry Christmas 1" was shouted in clear voices by all the children in Mr. Leclerc's rich mansion. . Toys lay scat tered in careless profusion upon the vel vet carpet ; books were on tho handsome table ; every luxury was in the room. Lola Leclero sat with her arms around her eldest child, looking at pictures ; aud.little Nellie and Harry played about the room. Aunt Jenny, Mr. Leclerc's sister, petted tho only boy, encouraging him in his noisy glee, while Chloe came from the front door every few moments, bearing some new gift ; now it was a doll for Nellie, now a rich cake, covered with white frosting, for all, now a drum for Flarry; now a book for Miss Lola. There was joy and gladness, and truly a merry Christmas, in that house. The day flew by with joy and feasting ; and in the evening the house stood dark and deserted. There was a large party at Lola's father's. The family, children and all, were to assemble ; and thither this happy household had gone. Now, reader, you and I are privileged persons, and wo will stop in before the other guests arrive. We find only two persons iu the parlor ; one an old gen tleman, the other a lady between thirty anil forty years of age, but still beauti ful, . with a sweet face and a low, sweet voice. Tho gentleman is pacing up aud down tho rooms, while the lady ar ranges some music upon the grand piano. Luxury can scarcely devise a more superb apartment. It is long, vory long, and wido velvet carpets, rich furniture, gilded frames containing cost ly pictures, velvet curtains, whose rich crimson is subdued by fine laca cover ings, everything speaks of lirga wealth. The lady's dress is of rich silk; aud cost ly jewels glitter iu her hair and on her round white arm. These, the ocenpauts of tho room, are Mr. Pomeroy and his daughter Auna, who is tho hostess of the expected company, for Mrs. Pomeroy has lain iu her quiet grave for ten years. Suddenly tho gentleman paused in his walk, aud spoke to his daughter : My dear, there was a child iu a store, this morning, whose story interested me. He lias an invalid mother ; aud I promised him some wine and fruit fur her. He will bo here soon. Will you attend to these things ? It is Curistaias ; and wa must renmmber ih po r." The lady left the room ; and the old gentleman resumed his walk. " Christ mas !" he muttered. "Fifteen years! fifteen years !' Oh, flattie, my child ! where are you this Christmas night ?" The laro parlors soon iill.-d with guests. Music, dancing, aud merri ment were at their height, when two ehildrou came upon the broad, snow covered step in front of tho lvwe. "Oh, Auua!" mil Oliirlay. "isn't it fine in there ?" and he leaned o ver the railing to liok in at thii window. "Listen ! you can hear tho music ; don't they look pretty, daueing? Oh, Anna, see tho little boys and girls ! See, that little girl Ls just about as big as you ; aiu't sue pretty, in her white dress, with gold rings on her sleeves ? Don't she look like an angel? Oh, Anna! don't you wish you lived in a big house, and had white dresses, and dancing, and music?" " They are coming to the door, Char ley," said Anna. The children were led into the wido hall, and stood over the furnace register, warming they cold fingers, while the servant went to find Miss Pomeroy. Soon they were surrounded by little children, dressed in gay, pretty clothes, who clustered, full of pity, around the chil dren who had no Christmas presents. Miss Pomeroy herself brought out the basket. As she came near the group, she hastily placed the basket upon the hall table, and came to Anna. " Child 1 child 1" she cried, while the tears poured down her cheeks, "who are you ?" " Anna Pomeroy Dugarde." ' My little namesake 1 my niece ! Oh, my child! my sister's little one ! Father !" The old gentleman came hastily at her call; . " Bee !" she cried. "Is she not Harriet's image? Look, father! Oh, this is Christmas night I Once again, I pray you, forgive my sister!" Anna" the old man's voice trem bled " is this not a forbidden subject ?" But she is sick ! poor ! her children begging on Christmas night I Father, pity her forgive her! Children, all of you, plead for your, aunt your little cousins I Nellie ! Lola I 'oh,' "will you not all speak I" A handsome man now came from the parlor and spoke to Charley. " Your name, my man ? " Charles Pomeroy Dugarde." "Whatt my name? Why" "It is Harriet's child, Charley," said Anna Pomeroy. " Father 1 ah t you weep. Father, may we go and bring Harriet here ?" "Yes, go; take the carriage and bring her here," said Mr. Pomeroy.. "She cftu'fc come," said Charley; "she's got no bonnet and shawl; she sold thein for medioiue, ever so long "go." In n carriage piled with soft furs and cn hions, Charley and Anna went for th, ir sister, while their little namesakes were taken by Lola and dressed Anna in a white dress, to Charley's great de light, and the young man himself in a warm suit of his cousin's. Harriot lay on the hard mattress, watehing for her children. The fire was low, almost out, the room bitter cold, and the invalid longing, with intense desire, for the return of her children. The time passed slowly, the fire went out, and, iu the dark, cold room, went up a prayer for pity and petition for her children. She felt tho cold creep through her limbs, aud she fancied she should die without again soeing Anna or Charley. "This way," said a voice n the stairs; and a moment later her landlady entered, bearing aloft a candle, aud fol lowed by a lady aul gentleman, laden with furs and shawls. The lady dropped her pile, and sprang to tho bedside. "Harriet ! Oh, my sister! to find you iu this place I" " Anna ! is it indeed you ? Is my father dead, that yon can come to me?" " Not dead, Harriet, but forgiving. Come, sister, you must come with us. " Gentle hands wrapped hor in warm clothes, and her brother's strong arms bore her to the carriage. A huge, soft bed, a warm room, and low, loving voices around her, seemed like a dream of paradise; but when her father, layiug his hand upon her head, called down Heaven's blessing on her head, then was the cup of joy full. The day that closed that night at Mr. Pomeroy's was, indeed, a "merry Christmas." A Singular Set. It Ls not an uncommon thing for luna tics to be possessed of the idea that they have been chaugod into some animal, as tho deg or the wolf. Out of this insane notion there was developed, in the early aud middle ages, a popular superstition that men were often transformed into wolves, and, like them, roamed the forest impelled by the fiercest instincts. Iu the fourteenth and fifteenth cen turies, this hallucination became epi demic, and large numbers of persons in Franco aud Germany were affected by it. The sufferers on pt on all fours like quadrupeds, and barked, leaped, and howled, after the manner of wolves. They herded together in tho mountain districts, and were as destructive as tho brutes thoy simulated. They were call ed were-wolves, and, uniting the cun ning of men with the ferocity of wild beast, were greatly to be dreaded. Tho chief atrocity of which they wero guilty was tho murder of little children, on whose flosh they feasted. In 1521, three of theso were wolves wero tried at Bosaucon, and cufes3od that they had sold themselves to the devil. One of them admitted that he had killed a boy with his teeth and claws, but was deterrod from eating him by fear of the country people. Auother acknowledged that he had killed a young girl as she was gath ei ing peas in a garden, and the third that he had killed and eaten four differ ent children. The wretched maniacs were punished for their crimes by burn ing at the stoke. In 1660, great numbers of those were wolves infested the J ura, and, by their depredations, made themselves a public scourge. Six huudred were executed ou their own confession of child-murder; aud yet the most terriblo punishment visited upon the lycauthropes scarcely sufficed to bring the epidemic under control. . Mr. Latouche, a late writer on"rortu gal, mentions that, among the peasantry of that eouutry, the superstition of the wcre-wolf still prevails almost universal ly. When sitting at the fireside of the small land owners in rural districts, he was often regaled with stories of the craft with which these children of the evil one ingratiated themselves into the confidence of simplo, trustful folks, only to betray them at last by stealing infants from tho cradle and devouring them in aesert places. Feeding a Crowd. Philadelphia is getting ready to lodge and feed all creation, next year. It cal culates that at least 125,000 people can be comfortably lodged that is, 85,000 in the hotels and 90,000 in private houses. As to feeding, one restaurant promises 50,000 meals a day, and others caiiy upthe total to 200,000. A com pany has invested $200,000 in poultry, packed frozen in a White Mountain storehouse, and to be sent on in detach ments by refrigerators next summer. Another firm has 150,000 hams in store for tho summer raid. The way the Philadolphiaus figure it is this: 20,000 fresh arrivals every day during the show; each one to stay ten days and spend $5 a day this makes a million a day, or two hundred millions for the whole season ! This is wild talk, though seriously put out. An Earnest Woman. The Churchman tells the story of a woman, but without giving her name, who became tired of a life mainly em ployed in eating and dressing, and re solved to devote herself and her money to a nobler purpose. At the close of the rebellion she went to a sandy island off the Atlantis coast, where about two hun dred persons were living in poverty and ignorance, and established her home there with the intention of benefiting the inhabitants. She began with teach ing, by example, how to cultivate the land lucratively, and was Boon imitated. Next she established a school for the children, and afterrard a church. Now the island is a thrifty region witn an in dustrious and moral population, the change being the work of one woman. HOME STUDIES. Mametlilim About the New Boston Society. A Boston correspondent of the Spring field Itcpublican says : Much inquiry having been made' concerning the new association here called the "Society to Encourage Studies at Home," it may bo well to give some information concern ing it to your readers. It was formed last year, I believe, and its only organi zation seems to be a committee, of which Dr. Samuel Eliot (44 Brimmer street) is chairman, and Miss Ticknor (9 Piuk street) is secretary, t . Among the other members are Mrs. ' Agassiz and Miss Hageu, of Cambridge, Miss Cleveland and Miss Cora Clarke (daughter of Dr. J. F. Clarke), of Jamaica Plain, Miss F. E. Appletou, of Brooklir and George Ticknor, of Boston. The pur pose of thi society is "to induce young ladies to form the habit of devoting some part of every day to study of a systematic and thorough kind." To effect this, courses of reading and plans of scientific study are arraugod, one of which lies before mo. It includes six courses : 1, general history (1500 to 1G00); 2, natural science (zoology, bot any, physical eeography aud froolorv): 3, art, with exercises in drawing and painting; 4, German; 5, French; 6, Eng lish literature, including portions of Shakespeare, Bacon, Milton's prose and poetry, Addison, Goldsmith, Thackeray, etc. Other courses have no doubt been arranged, but this is all the list I have seen. The rules of tho society are as follows : 1. Ladies joining the society as stu dent members must bo at least seventeen years old. 2. Each member will pay 2 a year, at the beginning of each term, to meet ex penses of printing, postage, etc. 3. Members will be expected to try to devote a certain amount of time each day, or each week, to their work as mem bers. 4. The term for study will be from October 1 to June 1. In Juno a meet ing will be held in some private house in Boston, whero all may assemble to re ceive and distribute certificates or diplo mas. 5. A lady wishing to join the society as a student can procure a programme of studies from the secretary. When she has selected the bronch or branches she wishes to pursue, she will inform the secretary of her choice, aud will receive in return the special directions which have been prepared for tho course she has selected. She will at the same time bo iuformed to which member of the committee, and at what stated timos, she is expected to report her progress; and at those times she will be 'supplied with turtlier lists and directions. C. Pains will be takon to select for the programme works that can be easilv obtained, as students will procure them for themselves. Book clubs and public libraries will make the more exponsivo volumes accessible, and some of these will bo loaned by the society with a tri fling charge. Advice about the purchase of books on the list will be given when asked, if the books are to be bought in Boston. At the end of the term of eight months the students who havo taken any or all of the prescribed courses are invited to send iu essays in English, French or German, on subjects of their own choice, to show tho results of their diligence. The Bootblack's Story. When a dozen newsboys and boot blacks had collected on the custom house stairs, and when each one had grown tired of jaw-breakers and pop corn balls, "Little English" remarked ; " Sposen Jim Cocoauut tells us a story. " " Sposen," remarked all the others. "Well, gentlemen," remarked Jim, after a few digs at his head, "I will tell you a true story about a girl. Her name was Marier, and she had yallerhair, blue eyes, small feet, and she was worth a million of dollars." " In stamps ?" aked Cross Eyed Dick. "Iu clean cash, right in the savings bank," answered Jim. This girl was an orphau, with no one to boss her around, and if she wanted to bo out till eleven o'clock at night, she could. There were piles of fellers after her to marry her, but sho stuck up her nose at tho hull caboodle." " What fur?" anxiously inquired Fire cracker Tom. "What fur? Why, she knew they loved her money iustead of herself. She wanted some one to love her earnestly and like gosh. Well, one day when she was going down te the post-office to see if there was ary mail, a runaway horse came along. Marier fainted away and sat down in the road, and she'd have been broken all to pieces if it hadn't been for a bootblack 'bout my size. He pulled her into a shooting gallery, brought her to, and then hired a hull omnibus, and took her home. "And they fell in love and were finally married," remarked Suspender John son. " No, my fellow countrymen," sadly replied Jim; "gin him ten cents !" And is that all?" exclaimed three or four voices. " All she gave him, and that turned out to be counterfeit!" There was a long period of silence, and then Cocoanut Jim continued : "Which is a lesson to us never to marry a girl worth a million dollars." " And we never shall !" they solemnly replied. Detroit Free Press, What he Said. As he came out of Woodward avenue gate the other night and walked slowly up the street, the boys heard him saying to himself : " I know she loves me, and I know 1 can never love any one else. Let's see it's November now. On the 1st of January I'll walk into the office and tell Old Skinflint that I must have $25 per week or I'll quit. He'll say quit and be darned, and I'll go and see Tom, and have him see Jim and get me into a bank at a hundred per week, and thou I'll buy a house and lot, ask Jennie to marry me, stick up my nose at that old hunker of a father, fill the yard with vass and stataiary, liave silver stair-rods and French jnirrorsv. I'll show this town what is what. Detroit Free Presi. - A Glimpse of Gabriel Conroy. i From Bret Harte's new serial story in Scribiier, we clip the following extract : It was raining. Not iu the usual di rect, honest, perpendicular fashion of that mountain region, but only sugges tively, and in a vague,' uncertain sort of way, as if it might at any time prove to be fog or mist, and any money wagered upon it would be hazardous. It was raining as much from below as above, and the lower limbs of the loungers who gathered around the square box stova that stood in Briggs' warehouse, exhaled a cloud of steam. The loungers in Briggs' were those who from deficiency of taste or the requisite capital avoided the gambling and drinking saloons, and quietly appropriated crackers from the convenient barrel of the generous Briggs," or ' filled their pipes from his open tobacco canisters, with tho general suggestion in their manner that their company fully compensated for any waste of his material. They had beeu smoking silently a silence only broken by the occasional hiss of expectoration against the hot stove, when the door of a back room opened softly, and Gabriel Conroy en tered. "How is he gettin' on, Gabo?" asked one of the loungers. So, so," said Gabriel. "You'll want to shift those bandages agin," he said, turning to Briggs, afore the doc tor pomes. I'd come back in an hour, but I've got to drop in and see hnw Steve's gettin on, and it's a matter of two miles from homo." "But he says he won't let anybody tech him but you," said Mr. Briggs. " I know ho says so," said Gabriel, soothingly, "but he'll get over that. That's what Stimson sed when he was took worso, but he got over that, and I never got to soo him except in time to lay him out." The justice of this was admittedven by Briggs, although evidently disap pointed. Gabriel was walking to the door, when another voice from the stove stopped him. " Oh, Gabe ! "you mind that immigrant family with tho sick baby camped down the gulch? Well, tho baby up and died last night." " I want to kuow," said Gabriol, with thoughtful gravity. " Yes, and that woman's in a heap of troublo. Couldn't you kinder drop iu in passing and look after things?" "I will," said Gabriel, thoughtfully. " I thought you'd like to kuow it, and I thought she d liko me to tell you," said the speaker, settling himself back again over tho stove with the air of a man who had just fulfilled, at great per sonal sacrifice and labor, a work of su pererogation. " You're always thoughtful of other folks, Johnson,' said Briggs, admir ingly. "Well, yes," said Johnson, with a modest serenity, "I allers allow that men in Califomy ought to think of others besides themselvos. A little keer and a little sabe on my part, and there's that family in the gulch made comfort able with Gabe around 'em." Meanwhile this homely inciter of the unselfish virtues of One Horse Gulch had passed out into tho rain and dark ness. So conscientiously did ho fulfill his various obligations, that it was near ly one o'clock bofore he reached his rude hut on the hillside, a rough cabin of pine logs, so unpretentious and wild iu exterior as to bo but a slight improve ment on nature. Tho vines clambered unrestrainedly over the bark thatched roof ;. the birds occupied the crevices of the walls, the squirrel ate his acorns on the ridgepole without fear and without reproach. Ah Sin as a Domestic. Is the Chinaman to bo the domestic servant of the future ? asks a writer in Soribner. Will another consus show him stealthily supplanting the European in our households, and setting up his gods on the kitchen mantels of this Christian land? . I stoutly believe not. The Chinese, whether miners or menials, are hardly more numerous in the United States than they were five years ago. " Forty centuries " havo been too much for Mr. Koopmanschoop and his immi grant runners. Even when the China man comes to the States, he leaves his wife and children behind him; he comos hero with no thought of resting until he can rest at home; his supreme wish is ever to return to his native land, and if he be so unhappy as to die in exile, his bones at least must be borne back to sacred soil. Surely, a great element among us is not to be built up by im migration of this kind. Mivssos of for eign population thus unnaturally intro duced into the body politic, must sooner or later disappear liko tho icebergs that drift upon the currents of our temperate seas, chilling the water all around them, yet tuemseives slowly wasting away under the influence of sun and wind. having in themselves no sourco of sup ply, no spring of energy, no power of self-protection; helpless and inert amid hostile and active forces; their only part, endurance; their only possible end, extinction. A Japanese Legend. A certain white fox of high degree, and without a black hair upon him, sought and obtained tho hand of a young female fox who was renowned for her personal boauty and her noble connec tions. The wedding was to be a grand aflair; but, uuhappily, the families of the betrothed pair could not agree upon the kind of weather to be ordered for the occasion. The parents of the bride thought it good luck that a shower should fall on a bridal procession. The bridegroom and his friends objected to having their good clothes spoiled thus, and to the damper which a rain would put upon their merriment. There was danger that the match should be broken off, when a very astute old fox suggested a compromise. They might have sun shine and rain together. This happy thought was received with acclamations, and the order was given accordingly; the bride's palanquin or norimon was borne to the house of her future hus band with blissful ' satisfaction on all sides. In Japan, a sun-shower is called " The Foxes' Weddinir." In New Eng land, .the natives mysteriously remark: " The devil u whipping his wif with a codfish tail." Indian Jugglers. Everywhere in India one meets with the jugglers and serpent charmers, whose feats are famous the world over. Matheran, a locality iu the table land of the Ghauts, 1,500 or 2,000 feet above the sea level, where the English have estab lished sanator'a both for the soldiers and the residents, is naturally one of the lead ing rendezvous for these jugglers. They assemble during the season on this table land and perform thoir tricks from one bungalow to auother. Somo of them are very skillful. Almost entirely naked, and in the middle of your room, they will make a serpent disappear, a tree grow and bring forth fruit, or water flow from an apparently empty vase. Others will swallow a saber, or play tricks with sharp knives. Each has his special ac complishments. One of their most curi ous tricks is that of the basket and child. A child, seven or eight years old, stand ing upright iu the basket, writhes in convulsions under tho influence of music, and disappears slowly into the in terior, which is barely large enough to contain it. Scarcely is it inside when tho musicians throw themselves upon it, close the lid, and pierce the basket in every direction with their long knives. They strike with all their might until, the bamboo giving way, the basket is almost completely flattened, and seems no longer capable of containing any thing. They then reform the circle and resume their chant, to which a voice now responds from the forest. Tho sound gradually approaches, and at last seems to come from tho basket, which becomes more and more distended ; tho lid is re moved, and the child springs out. This trick is very adroitly performed, and, though capable of being explained to Europeans, excites lively astonishment iu the Indian spectators. The top trick is likewise very curious. The juggler gives a vigorous impulso to the top, which he places on the top of a small stick balanced on his nose ; then, according to the request of the spectator, the top suddenly stops, or again goes on spinning. This last part of the opera tion M. Eous8elet thought by far the most extraordinary. That the top should stop is intelligible ; but that it should aftorward continue to revolve, without any new impetus, aud perform these al ternate maneuvers for several seconds, is the inexplicable point. Our traveler at tentively examined both the stick and the top, but could discover no trace of me chanical contrivance The Ynukeo Farmer and his Wife. But if they are Bilent, they aro not surly; give them time and they ore amia ble enough, and they aro first and last honest. They do not ask too much for board, and they show some slow willing ness to act upon a boarder's suggestions for his greater comfort. But other wise they remain unaffected by the con tact. They lenru no greater glibness of tongue, or liveliness of mind, or grace of manner ; if their city guests bring with them the vicos of wine or beer at dinner and tobacco after it, the farmers keep themselves uncontamiuated. The only pipe you Finell is that of the neigh boring Irishman as he passes with his ox-team; the gypsying French Cana dians, as they wander southward, tipsy by whole families, iu their rickety open buggies, lend the Bole bacchanal charm to the prospect that it knows. Theso are of a race whose indomitable light- neartedneas no rigor of climate has ap palled, whereas our Anglo-Saxon stock in many country neighborhoods ofJLNew England seems weather beaten in mind as in face ; and this may account for tho greater qnick-wittedness of tho women, whose in-door life is more protected from the inclemency of our slues. It is cer tain that they aro far readier than the men, more intelligent, gracious and graceful, and with their able connivance the farmer stays the adversity creeping upon his class, if he does not retrieve its old prosperity. Iu the winter his daughters teach school, and in the sum mer they help their mother through her enterprise of taking boarders. The farm feeds them all, but from tho woman's labor comes thrice tho ready money that the land ever yields, aud it is they who keep alive the sense of all higher aud finer things, neaveu knows with what heroic patience apd devoted endeavor. The house shines, through tham, with fresh paper aud paint; year by year they add to those comforts and meek aspira tions towards luxury which the summer guest accepts so lightly when he comes, smiling askance at the parlor-organ in the corner, and the black-walunt-framed chromo-lithographs ou the wall. At lantic, Poor Paul Morjihy. Paid Morphy, the famous chess player, is in a New Orleans asylum, hopelessly insane. He was born in that city iu 1840 of wealthy Creole pareutngo, and his adoption of the game of chess ns a busi uess not only offended his relatives, but occupied the years iu which he might havo achieved success in some other career. He returned to his home juet before the rebellion, suddenly and thoroughly disgusted with chess so prejudiced against it that he has since never played. He has subsequently led an idle, morose life. His daily routine oi existence, says the ISew Orleans J'lea ytme, involved a walk on Canal street every morning, where his dapper little figure-always scrupulously well dressed be ame as well known aud as regularly looked for as the noonday bell. After his daily promenade he retired from pub lic gazo until evening, when he appeared in his box at tho opera, where, it is said, he never missed a uight. It is further related that during these years he per mitted no friendly acquaintance; he was never known to associate with anybody but his mother, and persistently repelled advances from those who, having been friends of his early youth, desired to re new their associations. Ho lived a strange life, a strange, moody and pecu liarly mournful man. About a year ago he began to lose his mental control, and several months ago was put in a private asylum. Some of his friends hold the theory that his malady had its start in the strain upon his mind in playing many and dimeuit games of cness. There are now about 1,000 decked ves sels and 17,000 opeu b..uts, with 42,000 men, engaged iu tho Canadian fishery. Items of Interest. When a man gets tired of himself ho generally tiros other people. It is on extraordinary fact that when people come to what is commonly called high words, they generally use low language. A petrified fores' has been discovered in the desert of northwestern Hum boldt, about thirty miles west of the Black Hock rauge of mountains iu No vada. A cynical man insists that the fewer relations or friends tho happier we nro. "In your poverty they nover help yon, iu your prosperity they always help themselves." It is stated that a convict of New Eng land, after twenty years service in the penitentiary, has dug up the money ho stolo from the bank, and will begin life anow, as it were. The Cherokee government has abol ished the use of the whipping-post, and delinquents will hereafter be pent to tho calaboose instead of baring their backs to the crepitant lash. Next season landlords instead of an nouncing " magnificent views," " excel lent table" and "beautiful drives," will substitute " the best of sewerage," ' ex cellent ventilation" and "pure water drawn from a well two hundred feet from the house." A Western debating society has been struggling with the question: "Do boys or girls make the most noise?" It was finally decided that " they do," after an elaborate argument, showing that half of the noise boys mado was caused by girls. The Icelandic colonists have found their " best holt" on the shores of Lake Winnipeg, iu Canada, where thoy have taken up a tract of 1,000 miles, fifty miles along the shore and twenty miles inland. Three or four hundred are domiciled and more are expectel. A drunkard who was to have a finger amputated in the presence of Albany Medical College students, by Dr. Arms by, died under the influence of chloro form; and the surgeen says that in near ly every recorded instance of death from an anrosthetic the patient was addicted to intoxication. All Polish landed proprietors iu four provinces have beeu ordered by the liussian government to sell to their pres ent holders any farms rented by "us siaus, upon conditions regulated at St. Petersburg. This, it is said, will com plete tho impoverishment of the local Polish nobility. It is the mind's wealth that makes the lover's body rich. Two bosoms with a single thought discharged themselves of that thought as follows: " Araminta, pet!" " What, Charles, dear'?', "What dreadful cows, lovely !" " Eh, sweetie t" "I said 'What dreadful cows!' dar ling!" " Oh, did you, my own ?" " Yes, ducky!" The grape harvest in France is said to have been unprecedented the present sea son. The owners of lare vineyards have been obliged to fill their vats twice, and have now double the usual quantity on hand. None of tho viuegro wers have any recollection of so abuudaut a vintage. Tne quality of the wine has also turned out much better than was expected A Saginaw lady sang out to her hus band as he made, his exit through the doorway : " Go to Bari's and get somo No. 50 black thread, three cord." "K-ris-to-fer K-lnmbo," muttered tho head of tho family, as he started after the wood-inspector to cord it up, " why didn t she order a car-load lot and be done with it. Must be she is going to have tho sewing society this week." In the pocket of a nan who was killed while drunk in a Cincinnati gambling house was found the following memo randum: " Took my last Rpreo May tho 18, 1875. Five rules from this date. First Is to never eat but three meals a day. Second Is never to eat anything between meals. Third Is to eat as little as I can every meal. Four Is never to drink any intoxicating drinks. Fifth Is never to use any tobacco." The Man irho was Not Elected. The candidate who didn't get enough votes to elect him the other day is out on the street now, wearing tho look of an injured man. As ho turns a corner he meets Jones, aud Jones says : "Ah ! Well, I'm sorry for" you ; I'd have bet money that you would go in by 500 majority." " My majority would have been twice that if some dastard hadn't started the rumor that I was opposed to education," replies Unsuccessful. " They lied about you, ch ?" "Lied? Why, they told tho most outrageous falsehoods the human mind could conceive ! I've got a clew, and you look out for three or four suits for damages !" Turning the next corner ho meets Davis, and Davis yells out : " Hello ! I see you aren't dead yet ! Well, I'm sorry for you ; I wanted to see you go in. "And I should have been elected straight as a string if my name on the ticket hadn't been spelled wrong. That, and that alone, floored me." One block moro and Smith rushes at him and shouts : " Hang it ! but I thought you would nave waxed that fellow by tnreo tnou- saud votes ?" " I'd have done it liko a shot," replied Unsuccessful, " but the inspectors re ceived hundreds of illegal votes and I was laid out. This thing isn't through with, however ; I propose to carry it to the supreme court. As he reaches the oily hall the fourth man holds out his hanu and says : " wen, you conidn t Doth be elected ; but you did just run like a quarter horse." " I can toll you Bomethin," whispers Unsuccessful. "Eh! What?" "I believe the ballot boxes were stuffed against me." "No 1" " 'Strue as you live I I think I can put my hand on a man who will swear to it, and I tell you I'll make it red-hot for those inspectors !" And tho unsuccessful candidate is cer tain in bis own mind that he is a great martyr.