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VOL.TTME I.
PADs ESYILiLiE, LAKE COUNTY, OHIO, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1871.
Thn unfizbt tbrongb a
To leeward gilding; ..
A narrow stretch of brown sea and..
. AlighhouhalfaleaKuefromland;
And two voung lovers, band In band,
A castle building.
Upon the budded PP1e-ree,,
Tne robins sing by twos aul threes,
Adeven at the faintest breeie
Down drops a blossom;
And ever would that lover be
The wind that robs the bourgeoned tree
And lifts the soft tress daintily
On Beauty's bosom.
Ah, gravbeard, what a bsppy thing
It was, when life was in its spring;
To peep t.rough Love's betrothal ring
At lields tlysian; , ' s . '
To move aad breathe in magic air.
To think that all that seem is fair!
Ah. ripe voung mouth audgotdea hair,
; Thou pretty vision!
Well, well I think not on these two
But the old wound breaks out anew.
And the old dream, as if 'twere true,
In my heart nestles;
Then tears come welling to my eyes,
For yonder, all in saintlv guise.
As 'twere, a sweet. leaI woman lie
Upon the trestles!
AFTER MSB YEARS,
T T. ABBl.
I loved a woman once; she was not fair,
But simple, lovable and good.
I think she loved me too, but we
Swaddled our love with secrecy.
And ne'er used lip or speech to bnng more near
The end wbich each heart would.
A tender eyelash lifted thoughtfully,
Or witU uneasy haste let fall,
A umother'd trembling in a touch,
At greeting, which scarce asked so much,
A painful silence, or a painless sigh,
Light as spring airs was alL
Love' bnd waa ripe to burst Into a flower,
With least unguarded touch of fate.
Who sows fair joys to reap in tears?
We were wise-headed for our years;
And too shrewd reckoning robbed love or ita
dower,
And foresight would bid wait.
Where it that old love now? Was it so well?
Good-sooth we never shall be wed.
Years have made sport of each since tnen.
'Twere strange chance we should meet again.
Where is my old love now? 1 can not tell;
But know our loves are dead .
Yet even to-night vea, often though to think
That I have lost her yields no pain
Like a half forgotten dream ' -Across
my thought, as moonbeams gleam
O'er some unruffled lake from brink to brink.
Floats the dead love again. .
If any newer love held me In thrall '
I should not deem myself untrue ;
To meet her, and behold her cuangul.
Long wed, or wbitlier'd, or estranged,
Would bring my heart no grief nor fret at all,
As least frowu once could do.
Tet even sometimes, thinking should I still,
Could I but meet one once so dear,
Feel that warm shudder in the blood,
Find her as lovable and good,
Orwalxh her eye with the old langor flu
I shrink witb shame and fear. - .
THE CLOSING SCENE.
ITT. B. KEXD.
Within the sobor realm of leafless trees,
The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;
Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease.
When all the Holds are lying brown und bare.
The gray barns looking from their hazy hills,
O'er the dun waters widening in the vales,
Sent dowu the air a greeting to the mills,
On tbe dull thunder of alternate nails.
All sights were mellowed, and all sounds sub
dued, The hills seemed further, and the stream sang
low, ,
As in a dream the distant woodman hewed
His winter log with many a iuuflled blow.
The embattled forests, erewhile armed with gold,
Their banners bright with every martial nue,
Now stood like some sad, beaten host of old,
Withdrawn ajar in Time's remotest blue.
On sombre wings the vulture tried bis flight;
The dove scarce beard his sighing mate's com
plaint; And. libA a stAr slow drowning in the lifirht.
The village church vane seemed to pale and
iaiut.
Tbe sentinel cock upon the hill-side crew
Crew thrice and all was stiller than before;
Silent, till some replying warder blew
His alien horn, and then wis beard no more.
Wham erst the lav. within the elm's tall crest.
Made garrulous" trouble round her unfledged
young;
And where the oriole hung her swaying nest,
By every light wind like a censor swung,
Where sang the noisy martins of tbe eaves,
The busy swallows, circling ever near--
Foreboding, as the rustic uiiud believes,
An early harvest and a plenteous year;
Where every bird that waked the vernjilfeast,
Shook the sweet slumber from its wings at
morn,
To warn the reaper of the rosy lust;
All now was sunless, empty and forlorn.
Alone, from out the stubble, piped the quail;
And croaked the crow through all the dreary
gloom;
Alone, the pheasant drumming in the vale,
Made echo in the distant cottage loom.
There was no bud, no bloom upon the bowers:
Tbe spiders moved their thin shrouds night by
night.
The thistle-down, the onlv srbost of flowers.
Sailed slowly by passed noiseless out of sight. ,
Amid all this in this most dreary air,
And where the woodbine shed upon the porch
Its crimson leaves, as if the year stood there.
Firing the floor with its inverted touch.
Amid all this, the center of the scene,
The white-haired matron with monotonous
tread, .
Plied the swift wheel, and with her joyless mein
Bat like a fate, and watched the flying thread.
She had known sorrow. He bad walked with
her.
Had supped, and broke with her the ashen crust.
And in tbe dead leaves still she heard the stir
Of his tbick mantle trailing in the dust.
While yet her cheek was bright with summer
bloom, -
- Her country summoned and he gave her all;
And twice war bowed to her his saole plume
Be-gave tbe sword to rust upon the wall.
Be-gave the sword, but nut the hand that drew
Aim bitui;& wr uuci ijr bueuyiug uuiw;
Nor him who, to his sire anil country true,
i Fell mid the ranks of the invading foe.
Long, but notlond, tbe drooping wheel went on,
Like the low murnicr of a hive at noon:
Long, but not loud, the memory of the gone
Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous
tone.
At last the thread was snapped her bead was
bowed;
Life dropped the distaff through her hands
serene;
And loving neighbors smoothed her careful
shroud - -
Wbile death and winter closed the autumn
scene.
CELIE.
BY GEORGE SAX D.
FIRST TART.
CONTINUED.
' 1 &y SAY tlis to yu tliat yxx m&y
"$rL not discourage me, since 1 am
not vain cnoujrh to believe that
V&f.l- my merit can bo so brilliant a
to dazzle you, without any aid from you
whatever. Besides. I cannot make my
life illustrious bv lamous deeds ot be.
nevolence. I have not the fortune and
the influence of 3l (le Montroger, nor
the muscles of Celio TTiniainson. I am
a very obscure person, but very resolute
and very independent. Are you willing
to put me to the proof? You have res
cued and cared for a child, whose grace
has not seduced me, for I have never
seen him. It is impossible but that he
must be very dear to you. As little ro
mantic as you may be, he has been cast
Into your arms iii a way that seems like
a direct internosition of Providence, and
I feel that in your place I should love
this poor bird very tenderly that had ta
ken refuere in mv bosom. You cannot
liowever bring him up 'yourself and have
him near yon without giving occasion to
calumny. You feci it, tor you have said
no to my aunt. This child," then, is con
demned to have no mother, and you can
not watch over him closely enough to
see the unfolding ot his natural charac
ter. Confide him to me. I will be his
father and his mother. I will consecrate
inyeelf entirely to his education; ho
hall never leave me; I will sacrifice to
him all the pleasures of my age, all the
diversions that he cannot usefully share
with mn. lie sliall l:e the restraint,
the object, and llie labor of my
youth. When I have made him a man,
you shall decide about his future, or you
may leave the care of it to me. I am
ready to adopt him, and to cut myself oil'
from any other hope of family. Ans
wer, Do you accept?"
In making Mile. Merquem such an of
fer I had obeyed the inpi ration of the
moment, certain that love i.s the only
jjood, and that ia freely giving ourselves
up to it we become capable of f ulflJling
our promises. She was sitting on a
bench of white marble, at the edge of the
of the fountain, In the midst of her
swans, who themselves seemed to be
jealous of her, and pressed around the
bench as if to prevent me. from taking a
part of it.
"If I say that your proposition aston
ishes me," she answered, "you will try
to quarrel with me. But It 13 necessary
nevertheless for me to understand why
this very generous and very beautiful
idea has" occtired to you. Is it from de
votion to me that you wish to separate
me from this little victim of the ship
wreck?" "Yes, that before all ; but do not think
it necessary to be grateful. The feeling
of devotion is contagious, and under
stand me well I am at present almost
useless. To care for, to cherish my old
aunt is so pleasant a task to me that I
blush when you compliment me for it.
Between ourselves be it said, on the first
day that I saw you, you took an initia
tive with me that authorized the out
pouring of my heart to-day. You said
that you knew me to be worthy of es
teem, you allowed yourself to esteem me
without my permission, and I was so
good a boy myself that I loved you at
once out of gratitude ; my modesty did
not suffer too much for feeling myself
encouraged and condoled by a moment
of vour mmd-will. I saw before me a
future still more promising than my
past. From that moment, which is an
epoch in my life its first ineffaceable
epoch I protest to you that I have been
agitated by the desire of no longer re
maining a nullity. I am already ac
quainted with life and the world. Noth
ing of the things which excite the re
gard, the envy, or the admiration of fools
tempts me; ana since i nave seen your
life, so different from all others; since
I have had the privilege of breathing the
air of saintly modesty which surrounds
you like a halo, I have understood at
once that my little philosophy has set me
in the true way. To do good for the
pleasure of doing it, to be able to feel
that that is the greatest, the only, pleas
ure in the world that is what I wish,
that is what I am absolutely assured of
when I think of you and when I hear
you spoken of. At the same time, I feel
my sense of honor touched, like a good
soldier who is unwilling to let others
bear all the toil and danger. I feel the
need of being set to work, and, all glow
ing with ardor, come to you to offer my
lile tor you to use it as seems good to you.
I cannot establish schools, build hospi
tals, or sway my fellow-men by eloquent
words iu a word, accomplish great teats
of genius and magnificence; but lean
be a good preceptor. - liive me tne young
boy to educate; that will be a verv hum
ble and yet a very great work ; that is
what I aspire to, and that is what befits
me."
Celie rose, and with a charming ges
ture made use of her veil to disperse the
white troop of swans. "Let us go and
consult your aunt," she said, with an air
of determination. "She always arrives
the first; we shall have time- to talk with
her. If sue approves your idea, I have
no right to oppose it. And hold ! I hear
a carriage, whieb I dare say is hers.
Let us run across the parterre and stop
her on the way,"
She darted off like a bird, cleared the
flower beds without brushing off a rose
leaf, crossed the lawn, without leaving a
mark upon the grass, and arrived first
at the hawthorn hedge that separated the
garden from the road. I let her go be
fore me, in order to see her run. Her
wonderful grace intoxicated me with
pleasure; but the serious character of
our conversation had filled her with con
fidence, and she had no suspicion of it.
It was Indeed my aunt who was com
ing. 1 stopped the carriage. Jine.
Merquem opened a gate, and my aunt
alighted with Ernestine, whose presence
seemed likely to be an obstacle in the
way of our explanation. Happily, M.
Bellau iiad shaved his beard so hastily
that he bad forgotten half of it, and he
arrived in time to oner his arm to my lit
tle cousin and take her to the dove-house,
which slu wished to see... .
In a few purposely plain and straights
forward words, Mile. Merquem put my
aunt in possession of what had taken
place', and gave her the substance of our
conversation. She expected her to be
greatly surprised, and intended to be
guided by her first impression. I was
not without anxiety. So romantic a pro
tect on my part waa enough to throw in.
tocontusiou ail my aunt s ideas of ray
good sense auu an ner areams ot my iu
ture. iiut it was lor me to be surprised.
My aunt smiled tranquilly, looked me in
Uieface, wiped away a tear, and said,
"Kiss me; this is an idea that -is worthy
of you, and I hope that you have count
ed on me to aid you in making it good
Since my daughter is going to be mar
ried,-and you are a mau, I should have
had nothing better to engage me than
my little cares ana trilling Kindnesses.
But you bring me a child, well, we
two will occupy ourselves in making
him happy and good." Then, turning
toward Mile. Merquem, "Dear Celie, my
dear friend, you must consent. We are
not rich ; you shall make the child's po
sition afterward what you please; but
we will bring him up in a good condi
tion of life, very modest and very safe
as we brought up Edmond. Ah ! you
don't know of course you do ; I have
told you tne story."
"And 1 have not forgotten it," said
Mile. Merquem, looking at me ; "though
your nephew was unwilling to remind
me of it. I thought of it while listen
ing to mm. Lamona was a poor little
relation whose education he took charse
of himself, and who, thanks to him, was
admitted to the normal school, whence
he has just graduated among tbe first,
M. Armand has no fortune to give his
friends; he is more magnificent than
that, he gives them his heart and his
intelligence. So, just now, in register
ing his promises, I knew that he would
keep them, and named you arbiter. You
have decided the case, but what I said to
your nephew I wish to say to you also.
If it is from friendship to me and to pre
serve me from stupid slanders that you
take the child, I cannot agree to it. It
would be a piece of cowardice on my
part, since I have nothing serious to fear
from opinion. We have the child's cer
tificate of birth, we have discovered his
poor family, which is a very honest one,
by the way; but though my whole life
might be disclosed to the world, no pre
caution will ever prevent people from
speaking ill of me if they wish to do so.
I should blush, then, to make the least
sacrifice to stupidity or malevolence, and
I should feel offended if the solicitude of
my friends should think ita duty to pre
serve me troin tnem."
"We know all that," replied mv aunt:
"but we also know that it is impossible for
you to bring the child up in your own
house; that would be to make others
jealous of hiui or to inspire him with too
much pride. Have you not said so to me
yourself?
"That is true, I admit. My friends on
the coast, with whom I am obliged to be
very prudent, would ask why 1 prefer
red this child to theirs, and should ex
cite ambitions for friendships which I
could not'satisfy. On the other hand, in
doing for him only what I do for other
orphans, l do not do enough. These or
phans have aunts or cousins; they have
il country, n tins one, who lias noth
ing, docs not conduct himself admirablv
well, be will be less happy tluri the oth
ers; they will be more severe to him. I
think Unit it would be a good thing to
transplant him, and so find an easier
childhood and a surer destiny for him.
Take him, then; if lu i.ecome a trouble
to you, you can return him to me. As to
renouncing marriage for him M. Ar
mand spoke so in his enthusiasm, and I
see that it gives you no more uneasiness
than myself."
The rest of the usual Sunday visitors
were arriving. We left off after having
agreed that immediately after Ernes
tine's marriage the child should enter
our house. During the evening, Mile.
Merquem sought and found an opportun
ity to say a few Wrds to me apart. She
wished to inform M. de Montroger her
self of the determination that we had
just come to. There was no occasion for
haste, and she asked me to keep silent
for a few days.
"Is he very jealous, then?" I said.
"Yes, he is jealous of the good that
others do in his place. He offered to take
my little Moses, and I refused."
"I inspire you with more confidence,
then, than M.de Montroger?"
"I did not.say so; but Montroger, ir
ritated by Mine, de Malbois' talk, thought
that it was indispensably necessary to uty
honor that the child should be removed
from the country. He- wished to send
him to the other end of France, and let
him be forgotten. I did not understand
it so. If we blush at having done our
duty because it has a bad construction
put upon it, there is no longer any reason
why we should not dispense with doing
it altogether ; and if we come to conceal
ing things that are honorable and right
through fear of opinion, I do not see why
we should not give ourselves up to vice
and hypocrisy. What has pleased me iu
your proposition is, that the child will
live at your aunt's, and that I shall not
lose sight of him"
"You have thought of yourself and of
nim ; tnat is very wen ; out are you not
willing to let me think that there was al
so a little solicitude for me in your preference?"
"How so? Explain."
"I want to be associated with your
good works. Does not so lively a desire
merit some encouragement ara recom
pense?"
You appear to mean that your gooa
thoughts come to you from me! I
do not think so at all, You are better
than I am, I am sure."
Oh ! then you have a great esteem lor
me?"
"That would not be a reason ; but the
fact is not the less certain . I have a very
great esteem for you, since I confide to
ou a soul wnicn, at present, i can stm
dispose of, and which I consider very
precious for he is charming, this little
Moses! But you must' see him. Would
you like to have me give him a commis
sion for vou to-morrow!"
"No, I would rather not know him be
forehand. If I take him immediately in
to my friendship, I should have no mer
it in taking his charge upon myself."
"But if you return to iia camelie to
see your friend, you will make the ac
quaintance of the child in spite of your
self."
"Do you wish that I shall not return ?"
"Quite the contrary! What day do
ou come ?
Day after to-morrow, with your per
mission, for it is possible that my walks
on the coast may be troublesome to you."
" ot at all : The country is not mine,
peaking materially, and the presence ot
our friend, who is an entire stranger to'
me, gives me no annoyance at. all. The
first day I was a little vexed ; tourists
and painters never come among us ; but
soon tound out that he was a serious
artist, and now that you say he is your
friend, 1 have perfect confidence in him."
We were interrupted; it was alwavs
so. The impossibility of having a long
conversation with her was the great ob
stacle and the chief torment of my situation;
"We will not confide our project to
Ernestine." said mv aunt to me when
we had re-entered. "She makes sport of
everything, and God knows what bad
thoughts the little Malbois might put
into her mind on this subject. 1 am dis
tressed to see her intimate with that girl,
whom 1 believe to be no better than her
mother."
"Perhaps the intimacy will not last
long," I answered.
"W hy so?"
I informed mv aunt of the different
circumstances that in spite of my own
preoccupation, had struck me during the
evening. Young La Thoronais had
seemed moody and a little harsh with his
fiancee. She had been very amiable
with Montroger, who had not appeared
tional result, and have thought it possi
ble to antedate a destiny. But it is not.
We must accept the course of the times
and not be offended by its apparent de
viations. All goes on rightly notwith
standing. Let us see. In your time
were not the illusions before marriage
unlucky were not the disappointments
after it bitter? It is for this reason that
love-matches have finally come to be
dreaded by the most unworldly families
and the tenderest parents. Is it not bet
ter, logically speaking, to seek for posi
tive advantages, which will be a consola
tion for the absence of ideal joys, than to
create an imaginary paradise in which
bread and love will both at once be want
ing when the dream is over? If some
few strong souls have given the lie to
probability and made fate yield to them,
their example is not to be quoted. It is
too rare ; it demands too much perfec
tion. Let these newer spirits, who can
no longer be the victims of fascinations
and who have very little on the whole to
exact of each other when they are unit
ed let them choose for themselves and
form their own partnerships. It is the
last gospel of individuality, but then we
must pass through it iu order to arrive at
liberty."
"Cau love never be reconciled with
liberty?" said my aunt, shrugging her
shoulders." "Love is a state of volun
tary bondage to which a womau natur
aly aspires, and which she imposes upon
herseli at the same time that she submits
to it. It is useless to wish to have your
heart on the righ"; side, it will always be
on the left, and unless you find some way
to suppress it But, good heavens! it is
two o'clock in the morning, and I am
forgetting that one of my age needs sleep ;
we will talk of all this again to-morrow.
Go to bed immediately."
"One more word, aunt. You, who
belong to the time when woman had
hearts, do you really believe what you
have just been saying? Does a real wo
man feel the need of being subjeet to
some one?"
"Yes, it is according to nature."
"To the nature of animals, certainly;
the female yields to love and developes
under its domination; but in the human
species does not the woman pretend to
have a soul whieh equals ours, a person
ality of her own, and a liberty of choice
which' appears sacred to her?"
"Stop! You make me think of Mile.
Merquem. These are the very words
that she says among women when they
drive her a little to the wall."
"Beally?"
I did not insist. My aunt, whose
health was very delicate, was older than
her age, and 1 was obliged to break off
the conversation just where it began to
be interesting to me personally. Be
sides, I had already noticed that my aunt
was never willing to speak for a long
time with me about Mile. Merquem, eith
er because, having a warm friendship
for her, she was afraid of being obliged
to disapprove some of her views, or be
cause she had some vague suspicion of
my secret thought.
On the next day she said verv little to
me about the adoption of the little vic
tim of the shipwreck. In her eyes it
seemed to be one of the simplest things
in the world ; she was only uneasy about
the future of her daughter.
To conquer the regard and particular
esteem of Mile. Merquem by force, I had
done what, in another woman's eyes,
might have passed for a very inconsider
ate act. She had not so considered it ;
but in a moment of inspiration I had
pledged my lite to a serious duty, and x
saw clearly that in me passion had at
tained its apogee, tor 1 lelt neither tear
nor repentance ot mv haste. On the
contrary, the morning found me when I
woke even more tervent, and surer oi my
self than before. Celie was goodness
and benevolence personified, and she
could inspire me only with benevolence
and goodness. I swore that my first at
tempt at espionage should be my last,
that I never again would doubt tbe sin
cerity and purity ot her to whom 1 wish
ed to consecrate my life. If I had not
been obliged to make a return to Ste
phen Morin for the dinner that he had
ANECDOTES OF PIBL1C MKN".
BY COL. J. W. FORN"KY.
xo. xlii.
A good story is told of the celebrated
George Kremer, who figured conspicuous
ly during the "bargain and sale" excite
ment, forty-five years ago, about the
time Henry Clav was appointed Secre
tary of state by President John Quincy
unquestionable wish of the heart for the
well being- of all. I have tried fifty times
to descriDe this marvellous embodiment
of faculties, and fifty times I have failed.
.fc.ven now I have glanced at it and not
hit it, but it is the best I can do. - It is
that garden, on his way to church. And
if he ever gets there without one of those i
roses in nis coat, I'm mistaken. 1 won
der that woman is not ashamed to go on
so. His being her husband's brother
doesn't give her leave and license to fol-
NUMBER 18.
C1U.UA.S AJD CAM.AA.XlES.
At Charleston, South Carolina, ther
were ten deaths from yellow fever oa
Friday.
John Staffln, aged ninety years, was
trampled to death by a horse, on Four-
Mile Creek, a few days since.
Joseph Carroll, of No. 372 Second ave
nue, A ew lork, while piaynig with a
sional district in Pennsylvania, and was
a, fine type of the primitive manners
and rugged Democracy of that period.
He was firmly convinced that Mr.Clay
threw his iufluence against General
Jackson, by which the electoral vote of
Kentucky was given to Mr.Adams for
a consideration; and when the first
place in the Cabinet was tendered to
and accepted by the Kentucky stateman,
honest George "cried .aloud and spared
not." The sensation he created dis
turbed the politics of the whole country,
and led to many differences between
public men. John Randolph of Roa
noke dilated upon the accusation asainst
Clay to such an extent that the new
Secretary of State was compelled to
challenge him to mortal combat. But
I do not propose a chapter on the
"bargain and sale." That episode is
happily ignored by the retiring gener
ation, and is no longer recalled as a
reproach on the memory of Henry Clay.
I write simply to revive an incident
between Randolph and Kremer charac
teristic of both. After one of the par
ticular speeches of the eccentric Vir
ginian, which he interlarded with
copious quotations in Latin and Greek,
Kremer rose, and, in a strain of well
acted indignation, poured forth a torrent
of Pennsylvania German upon the head
of the amazed and startled Randolph.
His violent gesticulations, his loud and
boisteroi'3 tones, his defiant manner,
were not more annoying to the imper
ious Southerner than" the fact that he
could not understand a word that was
spoken. And when honest George took
his seat, covered with perspiration,
Randolph rose and begged the honora
ble gentleman from Pennsylvania to
enlighten the House and the country
by translating what he had just uttered.
Kremer retorted as follows: "I have
A London dispatch from Hons Konsr
reports the loss of the Roliue Maria, off
Macao. Seven of the crew wexe drowned.
this benevolent sympathy that the apos-1 low him ud as she does, that 1 know of.
tie declared to be the touch-stone and "There he comes. What a bow and
test of all action, without which every smile. Well the doctor is a handsome
otherquality is nugatory and unavailing, mau there's no denying It! Butitseems
Genius that is benevolent is divine ; but to me that he can't have much taste, or
Adams VrKimprmrPr the old a11 inspiration that developes itself in the he wouldn't be so crazy about that good- pistol, accidentally wounded himself
tZJSTlZZ. f"-m of literary genius without sympa- for-nothing widow. I hate your gray- A T r,.. T,
... U1U1I UUU .lUllUUUIUVliOllU VUllt.r 1 ,1iit io n li. An. Pn 4 i .1 I ... - I Q.-.wl ..m... .... , .,11 , . ....
ana tinkling symDois." tie goes rur- cniei, oi one kind or another, and it it
ther "though I have the gift of proph- doesn't get found out, it is because they
ecy and understand knowledge, have all are so artful aud so sly. There! she
intellectual gifts, if they are not imbued has given him the rose! I knew she
with the spirit of love, they are value-1 would. And how like a fool the man
less." More. He declares that the en- looks, if he is handsome. Pretending
tnusiasm ot taith, ot inspiration, is oi no to go on tickled to death at getting it,
validity unless it have the foundation of They may call that keeping the Sabba'
love, we see in our day that men do aaynoiv, Duty don't.
rise into strong moods, do sometimes get
into an upper sphere where the curtain
seems for tiie moment to be temporarily
lilted, and glimpses given ot occult and
mysterious. We see material and natu
ral laws set aside; but even this power of
Just look at Mr. and Mrs. Moyle, sit
ting out on their piazza, all ready tor
meeting ! Why can't they wait iu "thei r
parlor, behind the closed blinds, as J do?
She has stuck herself out there for noth
ing under the sun but to show her new
bonnet ; and he laud preserve
faith and prophecy is nothing without summer
love. A man may distribute his wealth, I us ! the man is actually smoking his
may give to the poor all ne possesses, but cigar I well, 1 never! Another church-
if he gives only from a sense of duty, as
far as he is concerned, he might as well
keep his wealth. This is conscience, not
love. The mere fact of distribution won't
do ; there must be the heart back of it;
"nay. though I eive my body to be
burned ;" a man may die for his philos
ophy or his religion, ana yet not die
righteously. A man may die from ob
Btinacy. He who dies loving dies di
vinely. Love is leaven, and every qual
ity is dough that hasn t it in it. Mere
speaking the truth isn't enough.
Some men speak the truth as clouds in
summer sometimes split hailstones. All
cold denunciation of truth is false and
belittling; all mere justice, all sense of
desert, all abstract rectitude, are of no
consequence. Justice is not justice ex
cept it has a heart of love iu it. All de
votion, all worship are lost without the
mainspring of prayer. Worship is hol
low and all aspiration vagrant without
love. This love must lie at the founda
tion of our ideas of God. If your God
isn't a God of love, then you have got a
talse Uod in ileaven. xou are worship
ing a demon. Many aud many a man
Virginia that when he translates the ' ir" iTB " ViT I ?. . il
dead iamn. which he is constantlv ?aP enter Heaven. W e have no right to Circle,
have a political economy that takes care
ot this nation without regard to other na-
paring the prodigious surprise for us of
curing Montroger or his great passson.
in that case .inma, who haa not ceased
to aspire to the same conquest, would
become her enemy.
Is that what you have observed?"
said my aunt. "Well, you are not so
good an observer as myself. Emma has
hxed her choice on J ulian. She is try
ing to get him away from us. I do not
think that she will succeed, in monopo
lizing him ; but she may set him at vari
ance with us. AU these children play
what they think is a very strong game,
Dut wnicn is nothing more than a Drutal
ly open one. Alas ! yes, there is a cer
tain cynicism in the relations of this
young world; it is the reaction of the
great social steeple-chase. They have
no love ; it is no longer necessary to love
in order to marry. My poor Ernestine
herself was not moved at heart as I
thought she was ; she was only slightly
touched. This marriage would be pleas
ant to her, but she would have only an
lndinerent regara tor ner nusDand. Tins
evening Emma unmasked her batteries
Julian wanted to try Ernestine, and the
terrible child would not give him the
triumph of seeming to be piqued. She
seemed to see nothing at all of it, and
tell back on Montroger to mortify her ri
val. Montroger is a little vain, and easi
ly intoxicated with small talk and og-
lings ; but the whole of it is no more than
alittle sentimental display of fireworks.
such as one likes to indulge in for an eve
ning. To-morrow Julian will be here
to fight Montroger, who will be grone to
shoot, in utter forgetfulness of tbe whole
adventure. The girls will be reconciled.
They will detest each other, perhaps;
but they will pretend to be inseparable,
waiting meauwhile for a chauce to de
ceive each other. Celie doesn't notice
it at all ; she doesn't understand a bit of
it. Ah! what an upright and simple
soul she is 1 Sol cannot tell her of mv
uneasiness, and I hide it under the cheer
ful air oi a comfortable old woman ; but
I am on thorns, and since you have told
me the result of your observations, I con
fide my own to ycu. What is your opin
ion now t
"My opinion is that you ought not to
meddle with matters at all, and that Er
nestine must not suspect that we are
observing her. Iet us observe her all
the more, in order to be quite sure when;
we lead her, but let us wait perhaps tc
see ourselves forced to follow her. Thi
young world, as you call it, my dear
aunt, is not that through which vou
have passed. There is no longer any tim
idity, because there is no passion ; your
judgement or it is lust: no longer anv
misgivings of the heart, for the heart has
no part in the matter ; no longer any fil
ial outpourings; they have nothing to
confide to their mothers, they would not
understand you, and to you they would
speas m a ueaci language. Tormented
by the pursuit of happiness such as yours
they would be less clear-sighted than
you in regard to the pursuit of riches
anu pleasure. Ah: these children are
stronger than their parenta; they know
hetter what belongs to them ; they do,
Let them alone, then; vou would onlv
disarrange their plans by debating about
tbeni, and make them miscarry iu their
unaeriaiiings oy warning them of the
danger that they run."
"But what you say is frightful ! Yo
take away from me my last illusions.
We are tending toward the American
idea of marriage. Conjugal love will
soon be no more than a game of heads
and tails. What! 1 cannot give-my
heart of fifty to my daughter who is sev
enteen. She would think it too young,
too much alive for her! I shall have as
sembled together, iu the afternoon of my
life, all that was freshest iu my imagina
tion and sweetest in my soul, to perfume
her youth with them and nourish the
beautiful flower of love, only to see a net
tle appear at the moment of its unclos
ing!'' "You have been deceived by an excep-
inseusible. Per'hans Ernestine was nre- given me, I would not have gone back
to ine village oi ja cauieue ; out ne was
very susceptible, and no excuse would
have screened my failure. I was, then.
exact at the place of meeting on the fol
lowing day, arriving in the carryall and
carrying some bottles of good wine and a
game-pie. For the rest 1 was willing to
trust to tne skill ot Mme. v imam, to
whom I had given notice beforehand,
and who packed the victuals and wine
on the barge of her husband. We had
for rowers William s Celio and celio
Barcot, that is to say the phlegmatic
blonde and the restless brunette, an
English type and an Italian nature. I
learned that the last was the grandson of
a Provencal woman marriea to one ot
the admiral's retired sailors.
The reef of rocks chosen for our break
fasting place was a quarter of a league
from the coast. The swell was a little
strong and we had some difficulty in
coming alongside without breaking the
plates ana Dottles. At last everything
was unpacked on the fine sand between
two large rocks which would screen us
trom the sun ana wina. The two ue-
lios made an attempt at fishing which
came to nothing, while I made the tour
of the reef without finding the marks of
a single guillemot. Stephen busied him
self in collecting limpets Ironi the sides
of the rocks, and eating them to sharpen
his appetite, assuring us that they were a
delicious shell-fish.
Naturally, we invited the two Celios
to eat with us. Celio Williamson accept
ed with a becoming politeness, Celio
Barcot with too much familiaritv. This
young man knew his beauty and was
vain of it. From vanity to presumption
and folly is not far. Celio Williamson,
who was hve or six years older, spoke
to him as to a child, and in our presence
this was displeasing to him. He mutini
ed at every word, and tried to make his
companion apper ridiculous. As he had
heard me say to Stephen that Williamson
had an English look, he thought it witty
to call him the "Englishman," and, as he
saw that we preferred to ask questions of
his companion, who was more sensible
and more mature than himself, he exert
ed himself to make a display of what he
had acquired at M. Bellae's lectures, lie
had a good memory and knew a dozen
technical words better than Williamson
and so made use of tlieni at random
thinking to dazzle us. The patience of
Stephen was naturally proot against any
trial, but mine was soon exhausted, and
I could not refrain from ironically thank
ing M. Celio Barcot when he undertook
to explain to me the causes of the tides
Celio Williamson shrugged his should
ers. Barcot called him by the nickname
of Englishman again. "That s enough
now, said the young man in a seven
dead languages, which he is constantly
using lor tne Denent oi us country
members, into something like English,
I will be equally liberal in translating
my living Pennsylvania Dutch into
something that the House can under
stand." The laugh was completely
against Randolph.
Apart from the beauty of well-written
and well-spoken German, and the ben
efits conferred upon the human race
by German philosophers and scholars,
there is something irrepressibly odd in
the palois of Pennsylvania Dutch, so
called. Under the influence of ray
learned friend, Charles Godfry Leland,
this mingled dialect has recently ac
quired a world-wide celebrity. His
'Hans Breitmann," even including the
"dog Latin" he weaves into it, is be
coming one of the comic classics of
English-speaking nations. Whether
read at the fireside or acted in the
theaters, it excites irrepressible mirth.
Jefferson's Bip Van Winkle is a signal
illustration of this remark. His inim
itable acting, although the story itself
amounts to nothing,reaches all hearts,
inspiring alternate tears and smiles.
Clinton Lloyd.Esq., the accomplished
chief clerk of the National House of
Representatives, has memorized "Hans
Breitmann" entire. He is a native
Pennsylvanian, reared in a community
where this curious admixture of English
and German was once largly spoken.
He is besides a cultivated gentleman,
aud, perhaps, the best known inter
preter of Leland's famous creation.
I know of few things more pleasent
than to sit by and near l.lovd goiu
through the experiences of Hans, the
soldier and the traveler. I have seen
him entertain hundreds of persons of
all nationalities at one time with this
grotesque production. Sympathizing
fully with the poet, he give3 additional
flavor to his peculiar wit, because he
knows the character he describes,
whom you almost see passing before you
in his diversified guises. Mr.L-eland is
now a resident of London, the friend
and associate of most of the literary
leaders. It must be extremely gratify
ing to him that the amusing poems
w hich he threw on in his leisure mo
ments should be read and admired in
all intellectual circles, and that every
stanza he adds increases their deserved
popularity. I can only hope that he
is lortuuate in something .more than
mere fame, and that his writings are
contributing to his substantial comfort
in the Old world
Almost as interesting is it to hear
Mr.Llovd reciting James Russell
Lowell's "Hosea Bigelow;" but the
Yankee idiom is not so cosmopolitan
as the patois of English and German.
The same remark applies to negro
melodies and plays. The New Englander
and the black man are Americans, while
"Hans Breitmann is the citizen of the
world ; his poetry is a medley of the
tongues ol the oldest and most civilized
nations, and as he plays many part;
aud borrows a little from each, he will
be remembered when the accent of
Brother Jonathan and Uncle Tom is
lost in the universality of the language
that mnst ultimately control the whole
American continent,
tions. International law must not be
selfish has no right to be selfish. I
have been censured for saying that I
pitied criminals; for saying that I sym
pathized with those out of the way.
lhese men say that lam helping to over
throw justice. I say there can be no
justice without such a sympathy. I
throw around tnem tne stneia ot a true
brotherly feeling. My heart goes out to
every poor courtesan that walks the
street. While I abhor the sin, I love the
woman. The moment I forget to love,
that moment justice is dead. No man is
fit to be a judge who hasn't a heart of
love beating in his bosom. The only wav
to stop wickedness is to love a man so
that you can't bear to see him wicked.
It is time cnougn, say tnese critics, "to
love men after they have repented." I
shouldn't be surprised to hear such stuft'
from barbarians. Did Christ wait lor
men to repent before He gave Himself
for them? Just think oi such a course,
after eighteen hundred years of light, to
censure a minister for loving those out of
the way! Sometimes I think we need
another Christ to die for men, that they
might wake up to know what love Is.
I abhor sin, and I have tried for forty
years to hate sin and love the sinner. I
know what it is to be skeptical. There
is little printed that I don't read ; but
there is an Orient that always brings re
lief. It is this. Do and live, or diso
bey and die. I don't believe that God's
love can be pioved by natural laws.
How can it be when we see the bird eat
the worm, and the hawk eat the bird, and
the bov shoot the hawk. Compare the
God revealed by nature with the God re
vealed by the Bible. It requires faith to
understand this revelation. 1 have seen
hundreds of young men go by the board
because they couldn't make the old the
ology suit their spiritual needs. I don't
care fer theories, lor creeds, lor forms.
I know this that love is the real mar
row of the universe. If you give your
love to inspire men that's all that's
needed. You can't go practically far
wrong in this direction. If there be
those whose theologies don't fit them-
well let the theologies go. Do without
them. You don't want either ecclesias-
ticisms or dogmatisms. When they un
dertake to be despotic with me I tread
them under foot. They shall not be my
masters. If you can't harmonize with
all the points of a creed, that's no mat
ter. Let the creed alone. Some throw
off all belief in the Bible. I am sorry for
them. I thank God for all he put into
the Bible, and I thank him for all that
men have put into it since. I am sorry
to see young men throw the Bible over
board on account oi nerDert spencer,
Huxly and Tyndal. I read them, too,
but I do not find it necessary to forsake
in consequence the old mansion house of
the human soul.
What it all means I don't know. It
does not vet appear; but the new king
dom is coming when we shall see not
hrough a glass darkly, but lace to lace.
bell going to ring in ten minutes more ;
and he a member? Talk about Sodain and
Gomorrah, after that!
"And oh, those Moyle children ! There
they come, trooping out, two-and-two,
all dressed alike six girls! That mau
will be in the poor-house before he dies,
aud they with him. And there, as I live,
are the twins running after each other
down the garden path running and
laughing! and Mrs. Moyle never says a
word to them! and the oldest girl stick
ing roses into her hat, and the youngest
riding on her father'sjfoot, and giggling;
and Mrs. Moyle looking on, all the while,
as smiling as a basket of chips! Well
thank goodness ! i" was brought up to
Keep holy tne saDDa' day!
"There goes the church bells! And
there is the minister! Where's his wife,
I wonder? Laid up with one of her 'sick
headaches' very likely. Aud only last
evening I saw her out in the garden with
him, walking about as well as ever, and
calling him 'my dear,' aud 'my love,'
with every other word she spoke. That
woman is perfectly sickening to me; and
sneaoesn t nan ao ner autv ov the so-
Three meetings of the Sewing
and she not there ! Says her houi-e
and child, and husband have to be at
tended to! And she lying flat on her
back with sick headache halt the time.
Seems to me those heedaches come often
er on a Sunday than any other day in
the week. Ten to one if she isn't read
ing a novel up there this minute, in her
room, with the blinds closed, instead oi
going to hear her husband preach ! Well,
thank goodness! 1 was brought up to
keep tne babDa' day holy, even it 1 am'i
a minister's wife; and so I'll go to
church!"
THE necessity: of love.
BY HENRY WARD BEECHER.
fHG DESTRUCTION OF FORESTS
While the first news of the North
western fares in Wisconsin, Minnesota
and Michigan suggests the necessity ol
speedy relief to the homeless citizens, in
ireater need ot succor than even the
tens of thousands iu Chicago, It also sug
gests forebodings of serious climatic
changes. These changes are enevitable
if, without replanting, forest after forest
is swept away by the blows of the wood
man's axe and the wholesale destructioi
wrought by fire,
Any one passing the Alps into Jvorth
em Italy and proceeding as lar south a:
maples, or traveling trom old Castile
down in Cadiz and Malaga, or visiting
Sicily and Greece,and still further to the.
east, Palestine and the Euphrates Valley,
cannot shut his eves to the causes which
have brought about the decline of em
pires. Foremost among these causes has
been the deliberate destruction of forests.
In the south of France the disastreous
consequences became so evident that the
late Imperial Government submitted the
question to the most searching inquiry,
and the unanimous opinion given by
scientific observers was that the climate
ot a country is subjected to a serious
change tbe moment the mountains are
shorn of their moisture-attracting for
ests. Suffering from prolonged droughts
and destructive inundations, a country
deprived of its woodlands finds its agri
cultural interests m constant danger .and
sinks at last to a precarious state of de
pendency on the grain production of
other countries
There is now but one opinion on the
subject ot tne uowntaii ot the nations ot
the Euphrates Valley. The prolonged
droughs enfeebled the physical, and
therefore the moral, nature of the in
habitants. When tbe Romans landed in
Spain the country was inhabited by forty
millions ol comparatively prosperous
people, tbe Iberians. The country was
tnen an woouea, Dut auring tne Roman
and subsequently during the Gothic and
AraD occupation, tne destruction of for
ests was continued in the most merciless
manner, and not a tree has been replant
ed to this day. From forty millions, the
population during nineteen hundred
years dwindled to nine millions at the
commencement of the present centurv,
In Castile, especially on the plains, the
traveler may not see a tree during a
whole day's journey. Hail-storms,
droughts lasting, without a drop of rain.
trom April till uctober, or sudden and
destructive inundations, are the conse
quence. The same thing is observable in
every land of Southern Europe where
tne conditions are similar.
We are a prosperous nation now. The
entire failure of any crop throughout
"Remember the Sabba' dav to keerj it the land is unknown among us, vet it
holy!" Yes I've read them words over I cannot be denied that scorching and pro-
An embankment fell upon three men
who were constructing a lager-beer vat
iu Brooklyn. One was killed and the
other two severely injured.
The boiler in Calverton's sugar refine
ry, on Block street, exploded, killing a
man named Snyder, and badly scalding
a number of other persons.
In Carroll county, the house of Wm.
Benedon of Orange, and the house and
barn of Thomas McCort of Union, were
burned down a few days since.
Prof. Edward Flory of Pittsburg, a
music teacher and dealer in music, com
mitted suicide by hanging himself in his
barn while temporarily insane.
Edward Hertell, a portrait painter iu
San Francisco, committed suicide by
shooting hiuiself through the head. Do
mestic difficulties were the cause.
Two laborers engaged in taking down
the outside walls of the Tribune build
ing, fell from the fourth story to the
basement, aud were instantly killed.
Miss Jennie Pixley, a student, com
mitted suicide at Kockport (X. Y.) Nor
mal school, by taking strychnine.because
her friends did not fancy her sweetheart.
Charles and John Laytin, brothers,
beiaine involved in a drunken quarrel at
their residence m lliiamsburg, when
Charles bit oil" and chewed John's nether
lip, leaving him diligured for ilife. The
young cannibal was arrested.
A young man in Paris stabbed himself
a few days since with the scissors of his
betrothed, having lirst tied a label to tne
handle on which was inscribed "Mar
guerite." The old legend is reversed,
and "Scissors Ms now fatal to the man
instead of the woman.
A boiler in Owen's tannery, at Tioga
Centre, exploded, killing a mau named
Vanander, and severely injuring Geo.
Quieriu and several others. The boiler
was thrown a distance ot three hundred
feet. It was old, and an over-pressure
of steam caused the aeeh.eiit.
A stack explosion took place at the
furnace of Andrew Brothers, near
Young t iwn, Ohio, ou Saturday morn-
nig, lheenects were terribly tsesti uc
live to the surrounding buihnngs. A'iu
men were seriously injured, two having
died.
000.
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W.i.-I i ive, ti e Us.-nntinnii'-r their idvor
tiem ;i f-i 'i.-lo.v tlu c t'v tli,' or tviv o -trai-ts
will lie h i i -i-oi-iVni ; to the a'luvc rates.
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ii'l :'t in i !v i i.-e. 1 i; 1 ir i lvi-ti-eme-ts
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MELANGS,
Loss. $70,000; insured for .,20,-
MISS WILSON'S SABBA' DAY.
BY MARGARET BLOUNT.
John Gallagher, switchman at the yard
of the Jelleisonville Railroad depot at
Jenersouvnle, was killed by being run
over by a locomotive, lie was standing
in the middle ot the track, aud in at
tempting to jump ou the engine he nii-se.i
his looting. The trucks severed his head
iioiil his body, . .
Two colored men of Id.v estate named
Henry Williams and Ctiai les - Graven
quarreled last night in a tenement house,
a o. 417 Clark street, when Williams
drew a revolver and shot Giac ui dea-i.
The quarrel was about a woman who
was the cause of Williams' escaping.
The two women in the room at the time
of the shooting have been arrested.
On Wednesday night five men got on
a tram on the bouuieasteru Railroad at
Deliield, Indiana. They were very noisy
and refuseu to pay fare, but subsequent
ly three of them did pay. One ol the
remaining two was verv insulting to
Frank iiall, the conductor, aud wanted
to fight him. On arriving at Mc-Leaus-ten
a fight ciifcued, shortly after which
Hall's opponeut died. It is stated that
Hall has surrendered to the authorities
at Evansville, Indiana.
Kittie Carome, daughter of Adau Ca-
rome, who lives lour miles from bprmg-
held, Ohio, was sitting on a wagon in
the field, aud while the vehicle was iu
motion, her dress caught in the wheel
and she was at once dragged down to
the ground, falling iu front of the wheel,
wnicn passed over ner breast, Killing ner
almost instantly. While falling sin;
screamed, but sue lived but a few seconds
after the injury. Her father was iii the
field, too tax on to reuder her any assis
tance.
A shocking scene took place in the
Toombs Police Court, in New York,
Jane Sweeney, alias Mary Watson, one
ot the most notorious women in the
Fourth Ward,had just been tried and sen
tenced to six mouths in prison, and offi
cer Van Alstine was leading her down
stairs to the cells, when she turned upon
him savagely ,exclain.ing,"l'll go to Stale
Prison lor you:" and drawing a Kntle
plunged it into his lelt eye. The blade
struck the cheek-bone, "and, glancing
upward iu a semi-circle, cut the eye com
pletely out.
Gustav Kuster, aged forty-eight years,
a German shoemaker ..residing m w ;u
burton avenue, Yonkers, while coming
uowutoisew lorKon a Hudson River
Railroad train, stepped oil' the train
which had made a halt at Riverdale, iu
tending to get on again. He went a shot
distance from the irack. and before he
Court plaster kisses.
Bismarck is going to Italy.
Election fruit The candy-date. - '"
Lingard lingers at New Orleans.
Liberia will also have a c v l war. -Washington
has a haunted house,
'Case'-hardened people Prinl ers.
A 'storied earn' the novelist's pay.
Head gardeners Artificial florists.
An attached couple Oyster shells.
The gardener's motto-Lettuce plant.
Visionary fruit The apple of the eye.
Pressed for time Egyptian mummies.
How to get a-long well. Have it dug.
If all flesh is grass, is beef a la mowed.
Germany has nineteen female editors.
To remove staius from character get
rich.
Printers assistant Justification by
faith. . . ,
A ny two apples .are alike if they are
pared.
Savannah is being burglared exten
sively. '
Rose Ilersse is making a sensation iu
London.
A Connecticut cow choked to death on
an apple. . . ' '.
A swell among flowers A Dandelion.
Punch.
Song of the oyster 'Keep me in my
little bed.' .
Richmond is to have a colored conser
vative club.
A North Carolina rat vanquished a
rattlesnake.' . ; , '
Is a butcher who gives light' weight a
short metre? "
A wretched Kansas village Is named
'Devil's Delight.' ,
Nev Orleans averages two non-explosive
accidents daily. .
A gigantic warer-spout burst recently
near the Isle of Mau.
Philadelphia has one hundred and six-
tveitize. i millionaires.
Jelterfonville is proud over a success-
till double elopement. .
Advice to persons meditating law
Keep vour own counsel.
Louisville has a society for the preven
tion ol cruelty of wives.
A San Frauci.-co girl worth $500,000
has married a Chinaman.
The wisest of men mitt be totally out
of their latitude at the equator.
German v has at i resent 3,033 bool -
tores and 8Ut publishing hou.-es.
There 5s one nift that President Grant
lias never received the sift of gab.
A Colara lo store-keeper solaces his
ustoniers wilh ly.Xi liL 1 2 bai U.
Red hair i. now called Syracuse hair,
e.iiii-e i! is a nt.ie Devon . Aunui ii.
In regud t ii wSji';!;), -, young ladles
icier XiHi.it' whieh 111 die most IHlslle.
Th a; hog i Tennessee are beii.g
i. nn on, . v a str.i.i and fatal th.-
tone; "that is an insult to me, and I for
bid you to do so again, ion have been
behaving for some time in a very unbe
coming manner."
"You say so," said the youth, "because
the god-mother put me in the boat and
you want to be the only master every
where." "Come now, will you be still," said
the other Celio, taking his whole head in
his great hand. "If the godmother is
good, it is not because you deserve it;
and if I allow you in the boat after what
you did last Thursday, it is because I
have pity on your youth and foolishness.
I need only say a word to make you stay
on shore for a long time."
"What have Idone?" cried the young
er Uelio, rl with spite, as lie disengaged
himself ami rearranged his beautiful
hair; "what have I done, come now
There is no use of accusing me unjustly
I have done nothing bad."
"Do vou want me to tell before these
gentlemen ?"
"If it is to get the Parisian there to re
port it to my godmother "
TO BE CONTINUED.
Peue Hyacinths is to make a lecture
tour in France and Germany.
"And now abideth faith; hope, and
charity loye these three, but the great
est ot all is love."
Of all the symphonies that Beethoven
wrote the fifth is the center the cli
max the one bright and magnificent ex
hibition of consummate music. The
others stream out just as rays of light
from a central sun. What the fifth
symphony is to music, is the thirteenth
chapter of Corinthians to love. ,It is the
fifth symphony of the New Testament.
It is as it, in the raging ot a mighty bat
tle, there should roll over a wondrous
hymn played by innumerable bands,
sung by innumerable voices that th
should be the cessation of hostilities ; and
that thea after the cheering up of the
squadrons the battle should begin again,
each man rushing back to his post and
his duty. Paul had been arguing all
along upon divine gifts upon contro
versies that knotted theological ques
tions, and all of a sudden stops the ar
gument, and lifts into full view the es
sential spirit ol love lilts up this won
derful descant and then commences the
fight again. Here is the unequivical
declaration that love is the supremest of
all attributes tnat laitn, hope, ami love
nre the three religious elements that are
not transient and lmperlect, but are en
during and absolute, w hatever may
change, these will not. 1 he absolute
ness and permanence ot love is what I
now propose to write about. AVliat is
then meant bv this love? The nearest
to a definition that we cau come, is the
command, "Thy shult love the Lord thy
God with all thy heart, and thy neigh
bor as thyself." Love isn't a faculty,
but is a union of all the faculties in" a
given directum. It is that state which
moves toward all with affection and sym
pathy. It is being and acting so that
every creature is to us a double self. It
is not a mere friendship, or sympathy
wit h character; it is not personal recip
rocation these are all species under a
larger form, the love of which Christ, is
the universal symbol. It is a love for
universal existence, that carries the wel
fare of all witli it. It map develop in
serenity, in inlliction ot pain, in seclu
sions, or exclusions, in gifts, in approval;
it inav neglect or attend to men ; the de
termining criteria is that it carries with
it a loving sympathy for all. It Is the
fills that command of Scripter, in her
life, and walk, and conversation, it's me,
Tabitha Wilson, as I set here. it comes
hard, sometimes, I don't deny, for hu
man nater is a deceitful thing but I do
it, I do it; aud that's more than a good
many oi my neignoors can say.
"Humph! there s Betty Gray, run
ning over for a drink of cold water at
Colonel Higginson's well before she goes
to cnurcn. The man must oe as blind
as a bat, not to see through that girl's
maneouvers. She took very good care
not to go after that water till she had ou
her pink muslin dress, ana her hair all
crimpled and done up in one of those
trolloping waterfalls, I'd waterfall you,
my lady, if you was my gal! And there
yes, just as I expected, and just as she
expected, too there s the colonel, open
ing the garden door, and coming up the
walk; ot course you will draw the water
for her, end of course she will color up
as pink as her gown, and pretend to be
frightened half to death while she drinks
it. Oh, you great, stupid ninny, you! If
it wa.su t tor voui fine house, aud vour
bank-stock and yonr handsome horses,
what do you suppose Bettv Gray would
care for a drink out of that particular
well ? The pump in her lather's back
yard would do well enough for her if
yon wasn't a colonel, and the richest
man in town, to boot. And your poor
wife not deatl quite six mouths vet!
Hardly had time to get cold in her grave
and much you care: ugh: you men!
Six month more anil Betty Gray will not
have to cross the roul when she wants a
drink from that well. And she will
make you 'walk Spanish,' Colonel Hig-
ginson, ii ever a man aid: serve you
right, too, for if all is true that we hear,
you were no better than a brute to your
first wife; and she was very glad to get
out of this world, even if she had to leave
yon to a silly flirt like Betty Gray. Oh,
she has left the well, and you "at last!
Well, that Is keeping the Sabba' day holy,
I must confess!
"And if there isn't that odious Widow
Strong, out in the front garden, gather
ing flowers for her parlor vases. Oh,
yes I know all about that. I've seen it
often enough before. In ten minutes oi
so. Doctor Strong will come out of his
house, next door but one, and pass by
an illustration of this fact, having had
their origin in tnis cause. The sensitive
nature of our leading staple cotton.
should not be forgotten. A long season
of dry weather after the plant is a foot
from the ground will not do it much
harm, but a continuation of rain and of
occasional inundations may easily reduce
a crop from five millions of bales to three
millions. The longer we proceed indi:
criminately to destroy forests, without
replanting a single tree, the more capri
cious the climate becomes from Main to
the Rio Grande.
On our Picitic coast this year the
drought haa been such that more than a
quarter of the wheat crop is lost. Taking
example, in their distress, from the Ro
mans and the Moors of Spain, the. far
mers of that State purpose to obtain irri
gation by aqueducts through the wheat
regions. The destruction of forests in
California and Oregon has been on a gi
gantic scale during these twenty years
and the consequences begin to be felt al
ready.
Is it not time that a subject of such
paramount importance should be dis
cussed in Congress and in the legislative
bodies of every State? Is it not time that
some stringent laws should be enacted to
compel the individuals and companies
that are destroying our majestic Ameri
can forests to repeople the waste places
with trees wherever agriculture does
not claim the laud ? Legislative measures
should be taken, too. with the co-opera
tion of the Canadian authorities as the
people of the Dominion are forest-de
stroyers like ourselves.
shortly met by a party of ruffians, who
shot him twice in the head, robbed him
of his watch, and left him, as they sup
posed, dead. lhc two balls passeil
through the lace, crashing through th
facial bones, but did not touch the
brain.
WHAT AIAKEN TIIE MAS
W hat is it that makes the man ? Can
you tell ? We can tell you what doos not.
Good clothes do not; 'a handsome face
does not; learning does not. You must
have something else to make a man of,
James How oil was killed in the woods
near aew Provuleu.ce, l.laik county
He nd his son, the latter supposed to
be harmlessly in- a le, went into the
woods to cut tiu.b-r. For some uu
known ci.usj the sou split the father.
head open with his axe. After comma
ling the bloody t ee 1 the young man let
the scene auu wei t to a neigu our's, where
he asked lor and received his brcaktast
l'he family discovering much blood uikii
Ins hands aud clothing, asked win-
came from, the insane man replied thai
it was his fathers blood. The neighbor
liiimedialciv instituted a search lor Hi
father, 'and found him where he had beei
murdered, with the axe lying near him
The alarm was immediately given, tint
voung Howell.was placed under arrvsl
At an hour after Tuesday midnight th
city ot 1 aterson, New Jersey, was the
witness oi another ot those numerous
outrages which occur in and around
houses of ill-lame and whieh so oft
end in the death ot one or more of the
parties engaging in the fraea-s. In the
present case the exciting incidents wei
very unoriginal, being altogether in the
beate:i path. A man named Canty anil
a man named Taylor both isited the
same girl an inmate of a disreputable
house, kept bv a Mrs. Lyons tin Frank
lin street. Upon Tuesday night Canty
happened to arrive first and to have se
cured accommodation previous lo the
coming of Taylor. The latter, liudiiig
himself forestalled went away in anger,
but presently returned and threw' stones
at the house, l lie enraged Cantv. w ho
They charge twenty-live cents admis
on lo ciiiuch wudUing at Hamilton,
Oh.o.
Highwaymen ire interviewing the
.erriiie.l laii mitants ot Northern Ver
mont.
A hair dye man has ma le two mil
lions i.i live years, ami wholly by ad-
erti.siug.
Somebody proposes that bald-headed
men have their monogram painted ou the
exposed spot.
Anotl.er poor girl has died in Virginia
from the use ot touacco, at the age of 100.
She was an orphan.
A syndicate seems to be something like
i feller that calls for a single room at a
hotel it puts up a loan.
Virginia pro; o.-es to build ' a monu
ment to John Miiith'. Thisisa direct iu-
ult to the Jones family.
You talk of your troubles, hut yours is
not such a hard case as mine, as the oys
ter nam to the hsherm ll
If vour -sister fell into a well why
couldn't vou rescue her? Because you
couldn't be a brother and a-sist her too.
A baker has invented a new kind of
yeast. It mme3 oreaa sought in it a
pound ol it weighs only twelve ounces.
A gardener's wife made a pin-cushion
out oi'a Spanish onion, but he found it
brought the tears into her needle s eyes.
A Georgia laundress of color wept be
cause some paper collars which she tried
to renovate "done wasu an to iuuuers. lor
true.'
The tobacco manufactories of the Uni
ted States number l,023j of which North
Carolina has 205, Virginia 185, aud Mis
souri 102.
Possibly on the principle, that nil flesh
is gra.-s, Mr. Johnsiugot Charleston re
cently impaled a man and brother with a
pitchfork.
Bad Pennsylvania bovs ask the nsher
for a seat Iu church and while he Issol
euinlymarohiug down the.aisle they 's
lently steal away.' .
A prominent journalist in New York,
who is perfectly bald, has o.l'ered a re
ward of $1,000 "for a ta.e that will make
his hair stand on end.
A private in the army recently sent a
leticr to his sweetheart, closing with,
May heaven chetish and keep you from
yours truly John Smith.'
Josh Billings says: 'Courage .without
discretion isliKe.a ram with horns on both
ends he will have more fights ou hand
than he can do justice to.'
A wealthy Belgian, who had the bad
habit of going to bed with a lighted ci
gariu his mouth, did it once too often
and burned himself to death.
A lady correspondent wishes to know
,hj meaning o. 'stag parties.' They are
o ltertainmeiits whereat bri k-s usually
get enourh additional ho.ns to make
ilicin stagg -r.
Marriage is like a brilliant tapor's light,
We have seen a very good description of issued from the house, knocked "Taylor
ng mind,
kind:
a man, which reads thus
A beautiful soul, a levin
Kull of afl'ei'tion for its k
A helper of the human rare.
A soul or beauty andot-gracc:
That truly speaks ol'liod within,
Aud never makes a leaguo Willi sin.
This is the kind of man worth some
thing In the world. We want a great
many morp such men than wo have now.
down, and, if the report is to lie believed,
Kici.cu anu potuuieti nun till he was dead
and then made his escape. There is noth
ing in this series of incidents which
might not happen any night at any es
tablishment ol this description anywhere.
It is of itself a frightful commentary
upon the class of men who visit the
houses of ill-fame.
i'l:i-eil at a t iudow iu a summer nielit-
Atu-MCtiug all the iUB.0 -ts "t' te it,
ao ;oiiie u.d since their pretty wlngleis th.-re;
These who -- t butt Ik- a.a.ist the pane
Aud ih-se within butt to got out agaiu.
GrisWoio oi Ci. ciuiu.t. lev tuied in a
Minnesota village ior tne benefit of the
. liii ago suil-rei s. 1 nt the audience was
so small that lie ;litlu"t p--y his expen.-es,
and liie.su J'jrers are $:!,o in debt to ti i mi.
A newly married man complains of the
high price of 'ducks.' He says his if
recently paid for three of them a din k
of. -i bonnet, a duck of a dress, inula
duck of a parasol. Ho says that such
'dealings iu poultry will ruin him.' .
Attention is called to the fact that the
phrase 'too thin' generally regarded as
laug has a very high authority. In
Act 5, Scene 2. of Henry VIII, the Mon
arch retorts as follows to the fulsome
adulations of the Bishop of Winchester:
"You were ever sood it sudden couimend.ttions,
JUshouvf Win.-hesier. lint knew Koine not
To hear such flattery now, and In mv presence
They are too Aa mu.1 b.io to hide ououcos.'
A San Francisco journal says; 'Asa
rule it is no. a good plan lo visit the
house of a r cenuy married lady to col
lect money loaned her while you were
courting her yourself. We have reason
to believe that we are supported in this
opinion ly .Mr. Edward Kelly of this
ciiy, but as Mr. Kelly is at the hospital,
suffering with five gashes from a btiwio
knife, we have foreborue to personally
consult bini.
Tiie Dubuque TV.hc says: 'There is a
dill'treiico between a frog and a toad.
There is a diil'erence between a preacher
and a pickerel. A llumbolt county
preacher, on i he lookout for a frog for
bait, found a toad, loaded a hook wilh t
ami went pickerel fishing. H -caught
no pickerel, because although he dm n't
know the diil'erence between a frog and
a load, th i pickerel did, and that's the
diil'erence U'twecu a preacher and a pick
erel. ... i-