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v ft ffi ) I 5 -4 MTHERN OHIO JOURNAL. rV f. CUSBERS t MX, : - Proprietor. J. i. CHAHBZS3, Wi:. T. C. CZAKBS2S, rtSUiss:. Published Every Saturday, j Counting Jtoom rn l'ltofienfton Office in Stocktrclt Home Block, 114 Main St. TEKMS. Yearly, by mail or carrier J)-! 0 Six Months, by mail or carrier 1 CO Three Mouths. by mail or carrier SO Jjjj la all case advtinccpajmentia required. .JO II D12PAUT3IEST. Book and Blank Work, Circulars, Itter 'Heads, Bill Heads, Cards and Job Work ol'every description executed with dispatch and in the neatest style of the art. Having an entire new outttt of Types, Presses, and Machinery, together with a torce oi'eomie tent and skillful workmen, we feel that our fa cilities are -ond to those of no other establish went in the place. BT MBS. MARY E. KEALT. Farewell, farewell 1 There are xloomy hoars When shadows are fallen o"er all the flowers; When the rain falls heavy in drenching show ers ! ' I ' . .' . , When the heart is shorn of its higher power, And droops in it wild unrest; When nothing in Heaven or earth can bring The joys of youth or the songs of spring: When the mosses are heavy that clasp and cling To the nigged rocks, and we can not fling . .The sorrow from our breast. v. v"' Ceid-Vyf I (peat it 'with blinding tears; For no brightness, or beauty, or love appears Through the vUta'd gloom of the opening yean, But dark desponding and racking fears To circle round my heart. Ah me! Jt were better at once to die! To sink in the grave with one last, loud cry. Than to watch afar from a mountain high The valley where loving feet pass by, Than to love and then to part! O God! Is our life but a trial Are, To sever the gold in its burning pyre? To lift our aspirations higher, Iakaths) sunset ray oa the golden spire , , t . .Whawtiw weary day u aerr - - v- s- - And shall we at last, in a holier land. Take our parted love by the dear, dear handr And wander lorever beside the strand Of the peaceful river, where Hope's bright band Is severed never more? - - NORTH I SRN 01 110 JOUBWA A FAMILY PAPER, DEVOTED TO LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AGRICULTURE, AND GENERAL NEWS. VOLUME I. PAINESVIIJLE, LAKE COUNTY, OHIO, SATURDAY, MAY 4, 1872. NUMBER 43. THE JDACGHTEIt. The oM man sitt beside tbalock, - ' Where all day drips the water; II. : The old wire In her failed frock Still kniu and nods by the cottage clock, But, ah, the little daughterl I see no more ber loving eyes, I hear bo snore her low repUes-r Alarlas,B daughter! A - At dawn the birds begin to ting. And o'er and o'er the water The swallow nits with winking wing, i The old, folks wake with the waking soring; ' But, ah, the little daughter ! No more to list to cuckoo's call She roams the woods of the manor hall Alas, alas, the daughter! Midsummer brought the young earl back, The lord of wood and water; He met her in the greenwood track- His eyes were wondrous bold and black An me, roe niue uaugucen He whispered. "Trust me, U mine own I ) -She wept, ! live for thee alone I" t Alas, alas, the daughter 1 Slow moved the weary months to yean; All day dripped down the water; The father's hearts was dull with fears. The mother's eyes were dim with tears Ab me, the little daughtes ! Who is it, -neath the city's glare, Ixwks up with wild, bewildered stare? Alas, alas, the daughter! A night there came a night of wroth The rain beat on the water; The wind blew from the rushing north, r The eottage lights snoue freely forth s: - But, ah, the little daughter! " Low in the dripping lock she lies. With tangled uair and altered eyes Alas, alas, the daughter! - .. niBlE. ., . , BY FRED. JC. WIATBKRLT. B. A. What ef the night, Marie? "Hever a time to pray, Never a time to wotul be, ' ,. Whatever the good one say.-, v" Go to: let them pray aud sleep. I pray? when men pray to me With pleading, passionate, deep Me, their god, their 'own littlo Marie!' Sight is a time to be laid Awav from the lights and the flowers, From he throng, where love's prelude was played Ijiid warm through the dim,dreary hours." What of the morn, Marie? "Morni is tt morn so soon? .: - Kay, get you gone; let us be -' v Leave us to sleep till noon. What? the world long awake? And men gone forth to their toil? Let them go, let them toil, and take The fruits of their toil and the soil. We have not wherefore to rise, No taskwork for hand or brain: Shut out the light from our eyes, Leave us to dream night again." "What of the eve, Maria? ' ' : 'Set these flowers in my hair, Ay, but my lovers shall see I am comely and fain Cemely: my hair is nne gold, ' - My breasts are rose-tinged snow, , All men shall crave to behold - ' My beauty. Forth let us go. Here will we sit in the glare, V niie tile music surges ami uiea. i Darting, I at A- j Am Inottaseet in your eyes" What of the past, Marie? "You speak of the long-dead days, Or ever men knew of me. Or ever they loved to praise The glorious gold of my hair, (Their words, not mine;) you mean Long ago. Ah, I never dare To think of what might have been. Chose it mvself?' may be; Sometimes I wish but nay, Nought else eould hare been for me, 60 utterly sweet and gay." What of the end, Marie? "When I am gray aud old? , . When my beauty is gone from me? ' ' When my lovers have all grown cold? -I shall die before these things be. And what of the end? Shall we weep? Soon we must tire of the glee, Soon we shall fain And sleep. One day we must all lie low; But we shall have had our spell. Tush never speak of death now, .,.- Ay, but if death means hell?" The Test of tlie Heirs; OR Xhe Secrete of Randolph Abbey, BV THE AUTHOR OF : "27ie Wrecker's Vauyhter;" "The Detect ives Story, "'.-he Maid of Amne, etc., etc. CHAPTER XIX. THAT lovely land where I iVO7 dwelt with her, It seems a type yJ which was around me then! and oh! what a drcain it is to think of now the cloudless sky the glorious sun and her eyes undimmed, her smile unfaded ! Oil ! Aletheia my Aletheia ! treasure of many liyes ! bright and joy ous like to the eyes that looked on her, blessiusr to the heart - that loved her would - that I -had died or ever I drew her vcrv soul into mine, and left her the uoor. crushed, helnless boine that she is! You cannot picture to yourself the fas cination that was around her then high minded, noble in heart, lofty in soul, her bright spirit stamped its glory 011 her face, and she was beautiful with all spiritual loveliness None ever saw her who loved her not ber rare talents her enchanting voice, that voice of her very soul, wiilcn spoke in sncn woncieriui music, drew , to her feet every creature whtf - knevv her, fot with au these guts. this wonderful intellect, and rarest powers of mind, she was playful, win nine, simole a an innocent child. J sav none saw her. and loved her not how think you 1 loved her? the doom vA man. the dosolate beine. whose bar ren, jovous lile waiKeil nana in nana 1 with a curse. Let this anguish tell you how I loved her," and lie turned on lalias a face of ghastly paleness, con vulsed with agony, and not with the lcws of suffering, but he did not pause, ie went on rapidly:"! was mad, then, In one sense, though it was the madness M the heart and not the brain. Poor wretch, I thought I would wring a joy out of my blasted life in spite of Fate, and, while none other claimed her as his own, I would revel in her presence, and in the rapture of her tenderness. I knew it was mockery when I bid her call me brother a bister truly is loved witli .other love than I gave her. I would have seen every relation I had ever known laid dead at my feet could 1 have thereby purchased for her, my thrice lwlnt ml. rum moment's oleasure. 'Lilias, does a passion ot such fearful rawer shock and terrify yon, who have ...niv known the mat-id bcatins of a entlc, childlike heart? Take a yet deeper lesson, then,in the dark elements, of which this life may be composed, and learn that deep, and true, and mighty as wa my love for her, it is a mere name, a breath, a vapour, compared with that jnost awful affection which Aletheia had already, then, vowed unto me, in the secret depth of her heart. Oh ! it needed, in truth, u:h an agony as that which is now incorporate with it in her lieart, to cope with its immensity, for, ruly no weak happiness of earth eould liave had afflutty with it a love sosaint, must npprl have hppn a martyr. I will not attempt to tell you what her de ..Miin tn me was. and is. and Isftall oe, while one faintest throb oi life is stirring In her noble heart. You have seen it fn lmv seen that love lookine through those eves of hers, like a mighty spirit ith an existence separate 4-i-nin hpi- own. which holds her soul in its fierce powerful grasp. 'I must hurry on now, aod my words must , be rapid as the events that drove us from the serene elysian field of that first dear companionship, through storm and whirlwind to this wilderness of misery where I am e tit. to wander to and fro, like a murderer, as I am condem ned to watch the daily dying of thesweet life I have destroyed. You may think me blind and senseless, for so 1 surely was, but it Is certain that I never sus pected the love she bore me, I saw she turned away from the crowd that flocked around, and was deaf to all the offers that were made to ber, of rank, and wealth, and station, and many a true heart's love but I thought this was be cause her own was yet untouched, and when I saw that I alone was singled out to be the object of ber attention and solicitude, I fancied it was but the ef fect of her deep, generous pity for my desolate condition, and pity it was, but such as the mother feels for the suffering of her first-born, whom she adores, ana the day of revelation coma f "I told you how Colonel Randolph doted on his daughter. Truly none ever lovvd Aletheia with a common love! When he waa released ftxms he duties of his high office, it was one of hi greatest pleasures to walk or ride - with me, that be mi eat talk to me of her. One morn ing, be came in with a packet of letters rrotn .tugiana, -ana taxing me oy me arm, drew me out into the , garden, that he might tell me tome news, , which, he said gave him exceeding joy. The let ters annouueed the arrival of the sou of an old friend of his, who bad just suc ceeded to his title and estates the young Harquia of L , and furthur eom- mu 11 lea ted, in the most unreserved man ner, that bis object in coming to the M waa to make Aletheia hi wife, if he could win Iter to himself. He had ever loved her, and bad only delayed his offer until be eould install ber in his lordly castle, with all the honors of bis station. To see this vision accomplished Colonel Eandolph said, had been his one wish since both had played as children at his feet, and be now believed the de sired consummation was at band. Aleth eia's consent was alone required, and there seemed no reason to doubt it would be given, for there was not, he asserted, in all England, one more worthy of ber, by every noble gift of mind, than the high-born, generous-hearted L "wny,inaeea, snonia sne not at once accept the brilliant destiny carved out forcer? l aia not aon ot it, more tnan the exulting father, and I beard my doom fixed in the same senseless state of feeling with which the criminal who knows his guilt and its penalty, hears the sentence of his execution. I had loner known this hour must come, and what had -1 now to do but gather, as it were, a shroud round my tortured soul, and like the Atesurs, die decently, to all earthly happiness! Even in that tre menduous hour,I had a consciousness of the dignity of suffering suffering that is which comes from the nightof heaven above, and not from the depths of crime below 1 X resolved that trie lamp ot my life's joy should go out, without a sigh, audable to human ears, save ber's alone who had lit : that pure flame in the black niirht of mv existance. "Lilias I enter into no detail of what I felt at that momentous crisis for you have no woman's heart if you have not understood it, in its utmost extent of misery. One thought, however, stood up pre-eminent in that chaos, of suffer ing the conviction that I must not see Aletheia Bandolph again, or the very nnwpra nf mv mind would rive way in the struggle that must ensue. This thought, aud one other one solitary sleam of dreary comiort, that alone re' vealed the great darkness which had fallen unon. were all that seemed dis tinct in my mind.That last mournful con solation was the resolution uucen along with the one to see her no more, that ere passed forever from her memory, she should know . what was the love with which I loved her. Quietly I gave her father my band when I emitted mm and he said, 'we shall meet in the morning.' My own determination was never te look upon his face again.--'- - v I. went home, and sitting down wrote Aletheia a letter, in which all the pent-up feelings of the deep, silent de votion I cherished for her. were poured out in words to which the wretchedness of my position gave a fearf ul intensity burning words inaeea : one nas toia me 81 nee, that tney seemea to eat into her heart like fire. I left the letter for her, and quit the house and I believed then that my leet snouia never pass that beloved threshold again. There was a spot where Aletheia and I had gone almost day by day to wander, since 1 1 .1 . I .1-... I 1 Ch. YVC llaU UHCH til bliab UUJUi IWIWJ It, because she could look out over the ocean in its boundlessness, wnose as pect soothed her, she said, as with a promise of eternity. It was a huge rock that rose perpendicularly from the sea, and eloped down on the other side, by a gentle declivity, to the plain. .. I have often thought what a type of our life It was we saw notniug or cue precipice as we ascended the sort ana vertaant mount and suddenly it was at our feet, and if the blast of heaven had driven us another Bten. it had been into distraction. .- "Thither, w-nen 1 naa paneu, as rje- lieved, forevi r, with that darling of my heart, 1 went, witb wnat intent 1 Knew not. It was not to commit suicide, at was as one who having long dwelt in darkest night, was , blinded with the j sudden glare of new returning day. I staggered Dacic, ana leaned against tne rock. Faint and shivering I stretched out my hands on that beloved head, her trembling liands,and kneeling at my ! feet she waited my acceptance or rejec tion of the noblest gift that ever one im mortal spirit made unto another. Lilias 1 told you when I commenced this agon izing record, that there were portions of longing for the power to bless her, and it which I would breathe to no mortal snirl ' 11Vi llarhoia tcliaf- fa it . I ao ,i t tr, ctiim nrrwwl u ml arpnrlp And now, of such is all that have said ? Have you forgotten who and wnat 1 am r" " 3fo !' was her answer, steady and distinct, 'and for that very reason, be cause you are a stricken man, forever cut off from all the communion of earth, have 1 been given to you, to be in heart and soul peculiarly your own, with such a measure or entire devotion as never was offered to man before.' I looked at her almost in bewilder ment. She rose up to her full heieht. perfectly calm, and with a deep solem nity in her words and aspect. "'Kit-hard, sue said, the lives or both of us are hanging on this hour. By it shall all future existence on this earth be shaped for us, and its memory shall come with Death itself to look us in the face, aud stamp our whole probation witb Its seal. It becomes us, therefore. to cast aside all frivolous rules of man's convention and speak the truth as death- leusoui to deathless sour. Hear me as you are, followed - in the solemn blessed hours of which I speak. You know what my answer was, it cannot be ;that you doubt it couldn't have been otherwise indeed ? She had said truly that the deed was done the sacrifice was made the life was given. What would it have availed if I, by my rejection, had punished her unparalleled devotion with unexampled misery? and for myself, could I could I should 1 have been human if I, who, till that hour had believed myself of all men the most accursed on earth had suddenly refused to be above all men blessed? When the sun went down that night, sinking into the sea, whose boundless ness seemed narrow to my Infinity or joy, Aletheia lay at my feet like a cradled child, and as 1 bent down over her, and scarcely dared to touch, with deep re speet, the long, soft tresses of her wav ing hair, 1 beard her ever murmuring; A tSOOD FB1DAV COXO.TI : CretESaBmns. BY X. S. DODGE. then, while I open up my inmost spirit as though she could never weary of that to your gaze, and then decide whether you will lay your head upon my life, ana say ! mou art my own, or wheth er you will fling it from you to perish as some worthless thing?' "I bowed my head iu token that she should eontiuue, for I could not speak. I,. Lillar, who had looked death and In sanity iu the face under their most fright ful shapes, trembled like a reed in the blast, before the presence of a love that was mightier than either. Aletheia stretched out ber band over the preci pice and spoke near me. then, declare first of all. solemnly as though this hour were my last, that, Dot even to save you from that death which, but now, you dared to meditate, would lever consent to be your wire, even 11 you wished it, as ut terly as I doubt net you abhor the idea of such a perjury not to save you from aeatn 1 say we death of the mortal body, for by conniving at your failure in that most righteous vow, once taken on the holy cross itself, I should fail yea, destroy, it may be, the immortal soul, which is the true object of my love. Hear me, in the face of that pure sky, announce this truth, and then may I free ly declare to you all that Is In my heart all the sacred purposes of my life for you, without a fear that my worst ene my could pronounce me unmataeniy or over bold, though I have that to say which few women ever said unasked.' Unmaldenly ! ' Oh, Lilias, could you have seen the noble dignity of her fear less innocence in that, hour, you would have felt that never had the impress of a purer heart been stamped upon a vir gin brow." 'Have you understood and well con sidered this my settled purpose never to be your wile?' she continued. Anal said 1 have.' " 'Then speak out. my soul.' she ex claimed, lifting up her eyes as if in spired. 'Tell Him that there is a right eous providence over the me that immo lates itself for virtue's sake land that auothcr, existence hath been sent to meet it in the glorious sacrifice, in order that this one may yield up its treasures to the heart that would have stripped itself of all ! Richard, Kichard Sydney, you have made a holocaust of your life, and lo! by the gift of another life it is repaid to you.' " Slowly she knelt down, and took my nana tn both ot ness. while with an as pect calm and firm, aud a voice unl'al terins, she spoke this vow : " 'I. Aletheia Randolph, do most sol- emly vowand promise to give myself in heart and soul, uuto the last day of my life, wholly and irrevocably, to Richard Sydney. - I devote to him and to him alone, my whole heart, my whole life, and my whole love. I do forever forswear for his sake, all earthly ties, all earthly affections, and all earthly hopes. I will love him only, live for him only, and make it my own happi ness to minister to him in all things as faithfully and tenderly as though I were Dounato mm oy tne ciosset or human bonds in spite of all obstacles and the world's- blame in defiance of all al lurements which might induce me to abandon him. I will seek to abide ever as near to him as may be, that I may bestow on him all the care and tender wathfulness which the most faithful wife could offer, but absent or present, living or dying, no human being ou this earth shall ever have known such an en tire devotion as I will give to him till the last breath passes from this heart in death!' " I was speechless, Lilias speechless with something almost of horror at the sacrifice she was making! I strove to wicnarawmr nand 1 t-ouia nave died to save her from thus immolating her self; but she clung to me, and a- deadly paleness pread itself over her counte nance as Bhe ren my movement. "Hear "met hear . me yet aeain Rich ard Sydney ! she exclaimed, "you can not prevent me trora taxing this vow. It was registered in the record of my fate uttered again and again deep in my sound of joy 'mine own, mine own, for ever. " Suddenly Sydney paused and Lilias looking up, saw that these recollections had, at length, utterly overcome him. He trembled from head to foot, his voice faltered, and the stern eyes were wet with burning tears, bhe could not bear to look upon him thus. It seemed to her native delicacy of mind, a very sacri lize. She rose hastily and said, with an effort at the calm she could not feel TO BE CONTOSTJED. AXECDOTES OF PUBLIC ME.V BY COL. J. W. FORIs-EY. XO. LXV. Madison succeeded Jefferson as Presi dent, and his wife, Dolly Payne, the Quakeress, is still remembered by sur viving statesmen like Reverdy Johnson and Horace Binney. She was born in North Carolina, but had been educated under the strictest rules of the Friends of Philadelphia, where, atan early age, she married a young lawyer of this sect, named Todd; but when she became a widow she threw off drab silks and plain laces, and was several years one of the gayest and most attractive wo men in the city, sne naa many lovers, but she gave the preference to young Madison, whose wife she became in 1794. To this day there are anecdotes told of her fascinations in Washington city, and especially at dinner parties and re ceptions. Mrs. Stephen A. Douglas, (now airs, general n imams; is one 01 her descendants. She made a jolly and happy social administration. James Monroe, who succeeded with his "era of good feeling," did not fol low the free-and-easy reunions, parties balls, and dinners, under the auspices of Mrs. Dolly Madison, who saw every body, visited everywhere, and allowed no distinction ot sect or party, jonn Ouincv Adams, Mr. Monroe's Secretary of State, drew up a severe series of rules of eticiuette, which cave great of fence. But when the President's daugli ter, Maria, was married to her cousin, Sam Gouverneur, of Xew York, she had auite a reception at the Presiden tial Mansion, Mrs. Monroe, her mother, yielding the post of honor to the bride, and miugling with the other guests. There was a grand birth-night ball at Washington 011 the 22d of February, 1821, at which the contrast, between the plain attire 01 president .Monroe ana John Quincy Adams and the splendid costumes and decorations ot tne ioreign legations, was much marked. They had a handsome foreigner present in the per son of the new Tiritish Minister, Mr. Stratford Canning, cousin of George Canuing, afterward the celebrated Vis count Stratford de Redcliffe. Of course, the administration of John Quincy Adams was rather austere. His wife, Mrs. Louisa C. Adams, was a lady of high literary tastes and great precis ion, and it is nor. going too lar to say that their only son, the present Charles Francis Adams, owes almost as much to her care and attention to his manners aud education as to his mvriail-ruinded, indefatigable, and illustrious father. l liey succeeded Monroe, a man ot peace with a peacel til administration, and thev had a hot and violent time of it for four years. John Randolph openly charged Heuy Clay with having traded oil the vote ot Kentucky tor a place 111 the Adams Cabinet, and George Cramer cried aloud aud spared not. Andrew Jackson felt that he had lost the glitter ing prize, and took a lofty and impe rious tone. This was not a time for poor Mrs. Adams to show ber social points, however graceful and numer ous. Mrs. Andrew Jacksou seldom appear ed at receptions and other public enter tainments. She was a plain, domestic woman, little accustomed to soeiety and flvrtrl tn hprhnshnnn whn in turn ionl. long before it was spoken by these abowed her the utmost affection. The mortal lips: it is aonc I am yours tor- account of her burial, by Henry A pvit nr forever Tireturtlopfi T Rut. hfir I iv;.a tn Kin hnni-i.irnirfiM.Ki; ; - , , , . - , "- - r-j 1 1 f icj a 1 uio isvnri iai,ti pituiioiivu, ia utic iiiuugu iu uianuim, i me near me aunougn ine onenng 01 0f the most striking illustrations of Old luru, lueuii wuimj sauiuj ray ule ,s maae, yes, ana 11 snail oe Hickory's private character. The first declared itself. I yours in every movement, in every I ladv of tli White House I ever saw waa X was vet sane, ana lny soul acwiowi- inougut, in every impulse 01 my ueing, J aines K. l'olk, in 1840. She presided edged and abhorred the tremenduous yet 1 , cannot lorce you to accept this at all the state dinners, and was the quiet of that mysterious crime,' wnere- true aevotion, maue once lor an, ana tor in the created dashes DacK tne nie once ever, . x cannot consirain yon to ioaa given, in the very face of the Creator, your existance wltirnilne. Aow-now Xot for sucide "I went. vet. lilias. as the Consummation of all is in your own I stood within an inch of death, and hands yon can make this offering which looked down on the placid waters that is never to be recalled, as you will a would so swiftly cool tne miming an-1 oiessing or a curse ro yourseii anu uiuo gulshof my heart, and brain,;! felt, rael I am powerless what you decree the intense desire to terminate my me, 1 must suomit 10. xui near me uear me: aitnougn yon now regret.and scorn ana spurn me me, and the tile which 1 have given you although you drive me rroin you, and commannu me never to appear before your eyes again, ves, Richard Sydney, I WILL KEEP MY VOW ! Even in obeylns vou, and de parting to the utmost corner of the earth that you may never look upon my lace again, yet will 1 keep my vow, and the lite shall be yours and the love snail be aronnd you, and the heart and the soul. and the thoughts, and ttie prayers ot her who is your own forever, shall be with and In that desire existed a more sting ing pain than any which my bitter term of years has ever offered me. Oh, how shall I tell you what followed. I feel as though 1 could not and briefly, and indeed incoherently must 1 speak lor in the next hour the supreme, the crowning hour of all my life my spirit enters not, without an intensity of feel ing which well mgh paralyzed every faculty. " I stood there, and suddenly l heard a sound a soit. Dreaming sounu a sound coming nearer and nearer, bring- inz with it ten tnousanu memories 01 hours and days that were to come no more. A step light and tremulous fall ing on the grass sorter tnan a voice. Oh. when mv ears arc locked in death you night and day until she expires in the agony or your rejection. " 'This were the curse, and curse me if you will, I will yet bless you! and nnw ViAar hoar wlior. thp. rilpRsincr minrhr. snail 1 not near nr a voice uttering 1 be if you so willed It. In spiritual union low and sweet, my well-known name I turned aud when I saw that face, on whose sweet beauties other eyes should feed, other lips caress, for one instant the curse of my forefather seemed upon me. My brain whirled, and I would have sprang from the precipice to die. " But ere I could accomplish the sud den cravingof this momentary phrenzy, Aletheia, my own Aletheia, was at my feet, her clinging arms were around me, her lips were pressed to my hands, and her voice her sweet, dear voice went sounding through my soul like a sud den prophecy of most unearthly joy. murmering, 'Live,! live tor. me, my own lorever.' Oh-Lilias,how can I attempt with human words to tell you these things, so far bevond the power of language to express. 1 icn mai wnui sue eaiu was true that in some way, by some won derful means, she was in very deed and truth 'my own forever,' though no less firmly than In the hour of supremest sorrow by my mother's dying Ded, my heart and soul were faithful to the vow then taken, that never on my. desolate breast a wife should lay her head to rest. ' Mine own forever !' as I looked down, and met the gaze of fathomless we should be forever linked, soul with soul and heart with heart all iu all to one another in that wedding of our im mortal spirits only,as truly and joyously though we had been bound in an earthly bridal at the alter; abiding forever near each other in sweetest and most pure companionship, while my father lives under the same root, aud alterwards still uniting daily one in love, in joy, in hope, in sorrow one in death, for if your soul were nrst caned lorth, 1 Know that mine would take the summons for it own, and one, if it were so permitted, in eternity itself. This we may be, Richard Sydney, this we shall be, ex cept you will, this day, trample down beneath, your leet tne nie tnat gives;itseir to you. But wherefore, oh wherefore, would yon do so? Why cast away the gift which has been sent, In order that, by a wondrous and most just decree, the righteous man who, in his noble recti tude, ahandond every earthly tic, should be possessed Instead thereof ot such a deep devoted love as never human heart received before? Yet do as you will now that you know all, and I who still, whatever may be your decree, happens what may. am verily your own forever must here abide the sentence of my unutterable love with which her tearful life.' eyes were fastened full on my own, I' "Slowly her dear head fell down upon queen ot her own social circle; woman ot striking presence, stately and tall. perhaps a little too lormai and cold, yet not the less an ornament and an exam ple. Mrs. President Pierce was in such ill-health as rarely to be seen save on her evenings with ladies. Amiable. gentle, and long-suffering she filled the picture ot a. good woman, and nothing In her husband s character stands more to his credit than his devotion to her during her painful invalid years. Miss Harriet Lane was the most accomplished 3-oung mistress ot the Presidential Man sion of modern times. She was a valu able auxilary to her uncle, the bachelor President, and did much to assange the asperities 01 his unfortunate administra tion. Mrs. Lincoln was always pres ent witn iter nusDauu at public dinners and receptions, conversed freely, and took pleasure introducing the wives and daughters of members of Congress jirs. a. jonnsou was rarely seen on great occasions, but was beloved by all wiio knew her. Of Mrs. Grant, the present ladv of the White House, it only needs to be said that she sustains her delic.-de position with quiet dignity, and is never more interesting than "when surrounded by her little family in the evening, with Mr. Dent, her aged fath er, at her side. What are now known as great state dinners do not severely tax the hostess. The guests are so arranged that each lady is only called on to con verse with her next neighbor, and thus an agreeable evening is passed and many pleasant acquaintances lornied. J lie President is seated opposite Mrs. Grant, about the middle of the table, generally between two of the lovliest or most dis tinguished ladies, while Mrs. Grant is flanked by the two most eminent men, foreigners or natives, among the com pany. At the President's private din ners the same order is preserved, only that there is less restraint, and more of the freedom of the family. In that delightful book, "Sir Henry Holland's Recollections," just published, there is a sketch of one of the famous leaders of British society. Lady Holland, which shows what peculiar qualities were required when the wife, so to Rpeak, is empress of the household. Like Lady Blessington, Lady Holland is an historical character, and it there are any who resemble her In these days they have not perhaps the same oppor tunities for display and distinction. Get the book and read it for yourselves. In most European countries, Good Friday stands out from other days. Its observance is neither Protestant nor Catholic. England keeps the day as well as Italy. To a native of Xew England or Xew York, there is so much to won der at in the curious customs everywhere connected with the day in the pomp of church ceremonial aud the entire met amorphosis of the habitudes of life, that he will always be able to recall, no mat ter how long afterwards, every Good Fri day be has ever spent abroad. in London, early on that morning, one hears from every direction the solemn peals of bells, the rumbling of wagons coming in from the country to Covent uarden, and the time-nouored old cry 01 Hot Cross Huns." Century alter cen tury passes by, and those who busily drove their carts from Ewham, or Black- heath, or Richmond, hundreds of years ago, are silent as if they had never been; yet still. Passion week after Passion week, comes that old cry, nobody knows how old " Hot Cross Buns," " Hot Cross Buns." One uiuses how Latimer, as be lay thinking out his sermon for Paul's Cross, or Ridley before they baled him ou his last Ea.tcr day down to Ox ford, or Wycliffe two hundred years be fore, or the goodly company who stood up for God's word in Queen Mary's days, each in their turn, were awakened on Good Friday morning by the same sound ringing in their ears. For this is a cus tom which can hardly be traced to a be ginning; and all that Is known about it is that lartner back than history or tra dition teaches, Good Friday was ushered 1 iu by the old Good Friday bun ; and that the baker in the towns and the good wife 1 in the country, would have thought the day but badly kept, and augured ill for the coming summer's luck, without it. ! But what is the origin or this custom? Is it Christian, as the name seems to im ply, leading our thoughts to the great sacrifice that day made on Calvary? Or can it be traced even farther back to the dim ages of antiquity to find in this lit tle bun a relic of times now almost ef faced from the memory of man ? The antiquarian tells of C4;rops, a King of Attica, who, more than three thousand years ago offered up, upon the altar of his gods, the sacred bread, and called It Bonn, from the similitude of nn ox's horns that was impressed upon its sur face. There have also been deciphered, from the weird hieroglyphics of Egypt ian monuments, the description of the cake offered to Apis; and there is the shape of the cake itself, not unlike the Hot Cross Bun, living in the stone and imperishable. Six hundred years before the coming of our Lord, the prophet Jeremiah denounces the Jewish women of Pathros, who, forsaking the God of their fathers, offered up cakes to the moon. It seems to have been a custom from the earliest times, for the Greeks to stamp a cross upon their oaten loaves. The name quadra, given to the Roman daily loaf because it was marked with four lines, shows the custom to have passed down to the old conquerors of the world. At the national museum in Naples, one may see two small buns, each marked with a cross, which were taken from a bakery in Pompeii. Pottinger, in his "Herculanean Researches," mentions buns, six inches long, upon which two crosses were impressed, as having been found among the ruins of that city. But among Christians, even supposing the custom to have been adopted, rather than originated, this hgure ot the cross would receive a higher significance; and as years roll on, we And the Church of Rome adopting the bun and cross. She makes them symbols. They receive an appropriate meanimr. Rclisrion is asso ciated with their use. All through Pas sion week, bread stamped with the cross. is distributed even now, from bt. Peter's, to the poor. Iu England it was, for many centuries, given as aims during Lent, as well. It sometimes took the place of the consecrated wafer, being blessed and sent to the sick and lrinrm who were kept away from mass. Made from the same dough as the host, conse crated in the same lorm, connected with the same ceremonies, and believed to share in some degree the same virtures delivered also to the people alter the last Ji.vrie Uleison 111 the faster Sunday ser vice, by the priests themselves, standing at the altar, there is no wonder that the C ross Bun came to be regarded a holy It was reverenced with a kiss. The re cipient took it while kneeling. In break ing it, a kerchief or apron was spread out beneath, that no crumb might be wasted. Good Latimer probably alludes to this idolatry, in that splendid sermon, in which he speaks of "the mummeries and crossings, from which the holy bread Is not exempt." Ot course, the reader knows that the Good Friday Bun differs from other buns in two respects or.ly ; one by the imprint of the cross, the other by the flavor it re ceives from allspice. The popular superstitions connected with this Good Friday custom are innu merable. The Cross Buu is kept tor luck, used in fortune-telling, mixed with the materials that are to compose the bride cake, sprinkled on the lid of the churn to make the butter come, added to the medical prescription to give it po tency, and employed in the incantations and spells of witchcraft. In the cottages in Wales, the traveler observes it sus pended from the ceiling, a charm against nre. JS ailed to the wall or Highland cabins in Scotland, it remain c from Good Friday to Good Friday, in proof that there is bread In the house. The Somersetshire laborers have an adage "Save the cake, save the rick," and hence, in a box carefully closed and set apart, lie saves his Cross Bun of Good Friday, as a talisman, that is through the year to prosper alike his seed-sowing and harvest-gathering. In Cornwall, where traditions die slowly, great care is taken by the poor to preserve one or more of these buns. When dry and grated, they are esteemed nn infallible cure for many diseases. Catalepsy, in particular, is supposed to be specially amendable to their virtue. It is customary in well-to-do families for the mistress to present every member of the household on Good Friday morning with a bun and a shilling; to lose either of which, during the ensuing year, is considered the precursor of ill-fortune. It is a curious history, this symbol of the Cross upon bread. In its origin, a heathen offeri ng. clearely condemned by the word of God! Then adopted by the early Christians, who discovered in its distinguishing token, a mystical mean ing which it did not bear' immortal ized by an error, it has traveled down from age to age, laid iu Saxony upon the graves of kinsfolk, presented to night waylarers in Spain as posessing an oc- cuii cuurui aaiii.-i pern, piuveiizeu in the north ot England over the bed clothes of the dying, and sanctifying iu Italy the eleemosynary distributions to the destitute! It is one of the few popu lar traces now remaining in Lugland aud Germany, northern Europe and Switzerland, reminding us of the old power of the religion of Rome. That Church, from the fourth century down wards, has distinguished hersell by an attachment to the symbol of the Cross. In the case of the Good Friday Bun, it was doubtless a pagan sign, at best but a coincidence, whose destetude would have been io damage to true Christiani ty. There is probably not a town in west ern Europe where the cross is not Im pressed on the bread baked on Good t riday. The four lines of the Hot Cross Buns have survived the Crusades, the Reformation, and the fall of iuuinera ble dynasties. In itself, the custom Is harmless. Any reminder of the Cru cifixion is better than none. But super stition is not godliness, nor devotion to a symbol holiness. Happy Protestant Christianity, whatever it errors, adopts no traditions. Aside from all else and to this the world of science and thought be it infidel or believing, owes its free dom the religion founded upon . the Bible fears no investigation and demands no blind credulity. AX EXTR.IOBDI5ART STORY, A lady of Indianapolis furnishes the People, a paper there, with the follow ing extraordinary narrative concern ing Lisette Bernard, a girl of French extraction, " who was one of a car load of orphan, homeless children, sent West from New York by the Children's Aid Society there, to find homes. My hus band had spoken to Mr. Friedgen, the agent of the society, brother of the shoe merchant In Washington street, to bring him alittleuurse girl in the next car load he should conduct to the West. This was in the winter of 1864-6. That Spring, in April, he brought us Lisette, stating that he knew nothing of her pa rentage, and that he selected her on ac count of her gentle disposition from a number of favorites at the Orphan Asy lum on Randall's Island, uear New York, where she had been for four years. ' ' " There was nothing remarkable about her but very mild ways, and a dreary, weary look from her deep-set blue eyes. I noticed Lisette manifested a peculiar aud intense interest whenever I played on the piano selections from any of the old operas and masterpieces. . At such times I would frequently find her sitting iu-the adjoining room utterly oblivious to everything but the music ; from the effects of which she seemed to awaken when spoken to, and would then rouse herself as if from Bleep. This absorp tion was the subject of frequent remark in the family. One night last Novem ber, at 2 o'clock, my husband and J were roused from our slumbers by hear ing the sweetest music, .coming appa rently from our piano. Our bedroom was off the sittingroom and parlor, all on the same floor, and of course we were frightened. The doors from our room to the sitting-room and the parlor were all open the gas by our bedside bump ing dimly, but. the parlor was dark. We lay a moment listening to tne 'perfect concord of sounds from the piano which we perceived was under the fingers of a master nand. The music was from Handel one of his grand and majestic movements, and not one that I had play ed on that piano, and I had not the notes in the house. The playing ceased a mo ment or two, and soon began with one of Liszt's fantasias, one so difficult of ex ecution that none but the highest pro fessors of art ever attempt it. I had heard it the summer before at Crosby's in Chicago, but had never tried it my self. Mr. J. and I hastily dressed our selves, for by this time we supposed some of our friends had taken this novel meth od of serenading us. But who was the performer then touching the instrument with a skill possessed by none of my ac quaintances, was the; puzzling question. We passed noiselessly to the parlor door; the light from our room by reflection made everything in the parlor visible. You may imagine our surprise when I tell you that the performer at the piano was none other than Lisette, dressed in her gayest suit, with her abundance of liair put up in a style 1 never saw before on any one, but very , neat and tasty. Mer lace was from us, and Mr. j . mo tioning to me to keep silence, lighted the gas, aud we both went to Lisette 's side just as she concluded the fantasia. Her eyes were closed, and her face unusually pale, was now deadly white. At the same time Lisette, turning her head to ward me and bowing politely, said In a lady-like voice, not unnatural , to her, 4 That was Liszt's own favorite when I knew him : beautiful, isn't it ? But here is something I like better and turning to the piano, her eyes still closed, she gave with exquisite skill one of. Bach's counter r ugues, which is perhaps the most difficult of all compositions to ren der, but when well delivered, as this was, carries the hearer trom earth to heaven. If I could render a Counter Fugue, as a musician, I should be con tent. I was so absorbed in her. theme that I forgot who was the fine performer. As it closed, Lisette rose gracefully, and bowing said : That is suiiicient lor this child to-night; she must, now rest. Please, kind friends, do not awaken her in the morning; I will arouse her at the proper time,' and bowing with a wo manly grace Lisette bad never attained, she passed to ber room. The next morning Lisette, usually an early riser, slept until 10 o'clock. We said nothing to her of what we had wit nessed, nor told it to any one else that day. On the second night after we were awakened about tne same hour by a similar performance in theparloi. We went in agaiu. 1 he pieces played were all classic, mostly from Handel one or two from Beethoven aud their execu tion perfect; only one of which had ever been played in her hearing. Between each she made remarks and criticisms as naturally as if she were some accom plished perlormer presiding at the piano and not our little nurse girl.. As she closed this performance she astonished us more thau ever by saying, "Good friends, L , much thank you lor your kindness to thischild; I am her mother, and I am training her unconsciously to her self. Please do not tell her of this practice, lor 1 rear she will not long re main with you, as she is very delicate,' and bowed hersell out as before. " These performances being repeated every alternate night after, became somewhat annoying, especially since Lisette seemed to be declining rapidly. The physician prescribed for her, but never seemed to understand her case. He witnessed the performances nt the piano, lie said she was undoubtedly asleep the whole time at the piano. On one occasion she turned lo him and said: "'Oh, doctor! I see you don't under stand this; Lisette is not before you ex cept in body. I am her mother. lean use her body. My name is Therese Bernard. I" was reared in Lorraine, married in Paris. I taught music iu Paris ; it was my grand passion. My husband died on board ship as . we came to America. I died in Xew York a few months afterward. I have watched Lisette ever since; vou need not give her medicine ; she will soon be with me aud Louis.' " She lingered till January last and died a painless death. It was a gradual fading away. After her death Air. J wrote to the asylum whence she came to know-what the record showed , con ceming her. The answer, so far ns ap plicable, is as lollows: " Bernard Lisette Entered January 20, 18G1, fromBleeckcr street tenement house. Supposed to be four years old ; mother died of starvation ; said to be a French music teacher. Lisette sent to Indianapolis April, 1805.'" " She never touched the piano when awake, but she said she would like to play it Xor did she, with but two ex ceptions, play any pieces that were play ed iu our house by any person. A Husband ks Couldn't Appre ciate the Holly Vardrni, If husbands arc to be mistaken in "Dolly Varden" dresses, ns was an un fortunate husband in Philadelphia, the sooner the fashion Is squelched the better will it be for the peace of society. The husband in question one night missed from the supper table his wife Matilda, and inquired of his little boy whither had she gone, and just at that moment the diniug-rooin door opened and a lady entered. The husband observed a wild look In her eye, and also noticed that she was attired In an outlandish style, having on, ns he says, a dress with sun flowers, and cabbages, and pumpkins worked all over It, and a lot of snakes squirming round for a bnck-grouud. Rising, the man said.. "Madam, whom do you wish--to ..see?" and then .said aside, "Poor thing, she's' crazy." The last remark settled the business for him as tire weird female made a bolt and tightly grasped his Adam's apple, and choked him until his face assumed the color ot a. banner of the' Commune. After she had enjoyed a surfeit of chok ing her husband she flopped into a chair, and with tears chasing each other down her cheeks, exclaimed : "That I should ever live to hear my husband say that I was crazy!" This amused the husband, and elevating himself to his full propor tions, he said : . "You can't blame me, madam, for sup posing you an Insane woman, and now that I know you are really the mother of these interesting children, will you have the Kindness to retire to the sanc tity of your chamber and peel yourself of that piece of furniture chintz, or win dow curtain, or whatever it is you call it?" - "Window curtain chintz!" said the spouse; ."why, it's you that 8 out of your head. That's a Dolly Yarden, and a very pretty pattern, too." "Mauam." replied the husband, "we may be out of our head, but if that is a Dolly Varden, we are most decidedly out of pocket. Why, it looks like a circus dress; and the idea of a woman at your time of life" V "My time of life!" " ' thing, I suppose, you will be practicing the trapeze act in the back yard.' Why, it is enough to give a man the delirium tremens to look at it. ; W bo ever saw such a pattern r it's flash ! wall-paper run mad. r You look exactly like some Jap anese tea-sign, - And now just bounce out here with that Feejee battle-flag, or you'll scare the baby to death." There was an ominous pause for a mo ment, and then the eldest daughter said : "Why, you ought .to be ashamed of yourself, father. It's all the style, and I -am going to have one, too; there now." "Yes, and I waut one; all the girls have got theni.'' Thus spoke Maria, the sec ond eldest. ' Any more?'' gasped the husband ; "are there any more ? Hadn't the baby better have one? I guess I'll get one myself. rHow do they make up for pantaloons ?-Ha! ha 1 hat (demon ically). Let me-have -a Dolly Varden. Let me clutch it. - Bring me a pattern of monkeys scaling"; lamp-posts How would a Chinese puzzle look, or a map of Fairmount Park?" All the rest is a blank. ' - The unhappy husband has just been liberated from an asylum, and pro nounced cured. But the only way they managed it was to dress him up in a Dolly Varden, marked out with the ground plan of the streets of Boston. CHRIST Ol'B BROTHER. BT HENBT WARD BSECHER. The identification of the Lord Jesus Christ with the human race is one of the most precious and impressive truths of Christianity. If you look even among good men you will find that sympathy works along the lines of a narrow affec- CH1MES AXli CASUALTIES. A man named Painter, iu Omaha, beat his wife till she died, on Thurs day. John P. Rpngor, a Chicago carpen ter, thirty years of age, hanged him self on Thursday. Charles Kurt, of Milwaukee, was drowned while fishing twelve miles out in the lake, on Sunday. Charles Hoffman, a brewer of Cincin nati, whs robbed In Church street, New York, of $7,600 in railroad bonds. . . Adam Bogart, car repairer, was crushed to death at the Philadelphia railroad depot at Erie, on Friday. He leaves a family. Richard Fuch. Superintendent of the Ferguson mine at Maraposa. California. and William Oliver, were drowned in Mercer river on Friday. The trial of Stokes for the murder of Fisk will begin as soon as one of the Supreme Court Judges is able to hold the Court of Oyer aud Terminer. The safe of J. B. Meeker's tin shoo at Evansville, Indiana, was blown open and robbed, on Wednesday night or Thursday morning, of $175 iu cur rency i -' - Daniel E. T. ' Dobelstetn was found dead in the garret at his boarding house with two bullets in his head and one In his breast. A case of suicide, caused by disappointment in love. 1 A woman named Maher. residing in Greenburg, was struck down and her neck was broken, in attempting to stop a fight between two sons. Joseph, the alleged matricide, has fled. . ; Kennet Jones, a : printer, was shot and instantly j killed at Memphis, on Friday, by Dr. William Damerou, for merly of Campbell county, Kentucky. Damerou's wife figures in the affair. 1 Miss Emma Couch, charged With black-maUlng Rev. Dr. Carter, with drew ber pica or not guilty, and her counsel moved to quash the indictment, which will be argued in a tew days. The question of bail was not decided. During a drunken light in a bar-room on Sixtieth street, New York, David Murphy shot David Barry dead. They were iricnds, but had been playing cards and disputed as to payment for liquor. Murphy gave himself up to the police. . r A man named Cluck shot and killed his wife at Indianapolis. . After firing six shots and making sure of his victim, he cut his throat with a knife, making a fearful wound, which was dressed at the Surgical Institute, and it is thought he will recover. Family -difficulties were the cause. . : As the wife of William Bischoff. a Memphis barber, was crossing the street ou Monday, with a child aged fifteen months in her arms, she was struck by a street car. The child was thrown on tion. Consider for a moment how small the track, . the wheel passing over its Is that circuit in which we can be said head and crushing it like an egg-shell, not to be ashamed of men. We have an I The mother wa3 knocked down and her interest in tbem, it is true, but so soon body bruised. A coroner's Jury exon as they begin to drop below the line of I erated the driver. . ; -: A, 11 r 1 : . . 1 iuuimckwkuk, ccimg u. rejiujj- Af-T5rle.- Pennavlvanin. rm VHrlx-r nance Is experienced. How little do we mornin2. the h0use of George W. Rib. care for those who occupy altogether a different position from what we do ? We may wish them well, but of how few who are below us in social position and in culture can we say, "I wish you well, my brother?". j Can you say of a proud, arrogant man, "I am not ashamed to call him brother ?" Can you look at a man who is disfigured with sin ? Can you see in the vicious, sympathetic qualities and still say, "I call him brother?" Can you go to the Poor-house and stand in the midst of the offscourings of earth and say : "I am not ashamed to own relationship to such ?" How many could say : ' "Still, I am not ashamed to call you brother?" How strange it is when we are weak as they, and only kept by' the grace of God, that we should reel above them. Being all pensioners we go out and say to our debtors, "Pay , me what thou owest." We have been taught that God is the conservator of holiness. We have been taught to feel that He abhors trans gression, and we nave come almost to feel that He abhors the . transgressor. And yet," when we look into the Divine nature, we nnd Hun patient toward weakness and loving toward the sinner, When God looks down out of the heav ens men look like grasshoppers, working into all evils ot vanity and selfishness To God, now poor is tne highest 01 hu man -nature? now wouoeriui is tnat spirit of divinity that says "I am not ashamed of you." God says, "Kou are weak ana 1 am strong ; come to me and I will help you. At every bungling step we take he says, 1 am not ashamed or you," and o'er every sin there comes to every struggling soul.ail the elements that inspire nope and trust. Men attempt to define grace, I prefer to call it disposition when we begin to work upward. , God cares lor you, ana he is not ashamed of you. And no man who de sires to rise out ot evil is without tne help of this 'divine helper. To those who are disfigured with sin Christ says : "1 love you; I am not ashamed of you, For you then, it is to take hope. It is for you to take courage, whatever may have been the experience of men thus far, however it may seem to you t hat yon are east out or the sympathy or men, and bring to you the royal characters 01 Jesus Christ, what though tne oenenc- ial rays of God's love are shining for yon, if you will not yield yourself to its innnenee it laiis to help von. Cast not, then, away from you your best, friend. 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Tearly advertisers discontinuing their adrer tiscments before the expiration of their contract will be charged according; to the above rates. Transient advertisements must invariably be paid for in advance. Bcgular advertisements to be paid at the expiration of each quarter. ' STICK TO THE BBOOMSTICK Did you ever see a woman throw stone at a hen ? It is oue of the most, lutf! crous scenes in cveryaay uie. we re cently observed the process indeed, we paid more attention than the hen did, ior sne uia not mi 11 a ir at an, ana laid an egg the next day as if nothing bad nappenea. in iact, tnat nen win now know for the first time that she served in the capacity of a target. The predatory fowl had invaded the prccints of the flower bed. and was industriously pecking aud scratching for the nutritious seed or the early worm, blissfully un conscious of impending danger. The lady now appears upon the scene with let, tax collector, was entered by bur glars. Mr. Kiblet was awakened by the noise, ana was nrea at and narrow ly missed. The burglars, Samuel Mor ton and William Jones, alias .Edward Hammond, were frightened oft", and were identified afterward by their boots left near the house. They have been arrested and lodged in jail. The Harrlsburz Car Manufacturing company's extensive wonts, with all their buildings, were burned on Thurs day afternoon. The fire is supposed to have been caused by a spark from a passing locomotive. Loss estimated at 4300,000, with insurance of $135,000. Over five hundred hands were employed Dy tne company. . me superintendent announces that work will commence on new buildings immediately, and that all the workmen will have employment. Another explosion of fire-damp oc curred at Flue Brook shaft, resulting in the burning of five miners, who were so badly injured that they cannot possi bly recover. This Is tne worst mine in the anthracite region to work, and since the suspension of 1871, experienced min ers have not been employed in it ; the company employing instead, men who are termed " black legs," and who are not unionists. They are the men who were protected by the military during tne suspension, l iie mine is constant! v nlled with sulphur, and great precau tion is requisite in working it. A terrible case of Infanticide and sui cide occurred at Davenport, Iowa. The wile 01 a. Jlalclian drowned her baby, aged fourteen months, in a barrel of water, and then put her own head in the water, holding it there until life was extinct. The barrel was half full, of water. The husband came home from his work and discovered his wife bend ing over the barrel, and when he found that she was dead, and realized the sit uation, he 6houted for help and then went into spasms. He is still in a crazed state. The woman was thirty- four years of age. She left a letter for her husband telling him how good he had been to her, and desiring him to fol low her. The family had lived very happily, and husband" and wife had never had the least difficulty so far as the neighbors know. Sudden insanity of the wife is supposed to be the cause. On last Monday night four negroes and a white man, Walter Winfield, en tered the house of Mrs. X. A. Wilson, in Limestone county, Alabama, during the absence of her 'husband. She ran out, was pursued, caught and ravished by them. Winfield, iu endeavoring to escape, was drowned in the Tennessee river, near Decatur. The negroes were arrested and placed in the custody of the sheriff of Limestone county. While ou their way to Athens on a railroad train, at the"j unction of the Nashville and Decatur and Memphis and Charles ton railways, the prisoners were seized try a band ot armed men and carried off. What was done with them is not known, though it is supposed that they were killed. They confessed to the sheriff af ter being arrested, that they were cutl- lyot the rape. airs, vtilson probably win die 01 tne injuries received. A shocking casualty occurred at Hud son street crossiug of the the Xew-York Central Railroad. The manelcd aud mutilated remains of a human being were found by one of the employes of the company as he was walking upon a broom. This she drops and picks uy t,,e track, and when a rod or two west a rocky fragment of the Silurian asre. of Hudson street. The body was so . . . , . n ... -' ' 1 i li .11. a . . v - . . imitiy uiiMiurcu us iivt iu uu recogniEa- oic, even oy inoso wno Knew the per t-oil living, a siivcr-neadeu cane with and then makes her first mistake they all do it of seizing the projectile With the wrong hand. Then, with malice aforethought, she . makes the further blunder of swinging her arms perpen dicularly instead of horizontally there upon tne stone nies into tne air, de- scriDing an irregular elliptical curve, anu striKcs tne sunace 01 the rearth as a nameeuirraved uuon it. and a hvmn book containing a name were found near by. These left no doubt but the unfor tunate individual was Prof. Alvau La- throp. Subsequent inquiry settled the question. The remains were gathered far from the hen as the thrower stood an" taken Into a building near by, and at the time, in a course due west from 1110 coroner sent ior. .Meanwhile a the same, the hen then bearing bv the messenger was sent to the room oecu- compass north-northeast by half east. Pted by Mr. Lathrop In the Sibley Block, At the second attempt the stone narrowly Main street. Ho was not there, and It missed the head of the thrower herself, was ascertained mat lie naa left In the who, seeing any further attenuit at the early part ol the evening to attend kind would be suicidal, did what she might have done at first, started after the hen with an old familiar weapon : The moral of which Is : Stick to the broom stick. meeting at the Presbyterian Chapel on tiuuson street, norm 01 the railroad His direct route was by the crossing where the body was found. Tho ttme of discovery of the body was about V:J). The watch of dennaand. ftmnil An Atlanta lady recently playfully uear tho traek aud broken, u-ua einntuui tal I...- 1 K 1 1 1 1 . . I o..r r.t . , . . . 1 ,l" UU.1UHUU iinuus aim icrs w I hi. o ;v. A HIS Was UOUDtlesS til C U UIO gemer, ana wnue ne was thinking it tne accident occurred, and If so. several was a capital Joke she picked his pockets locomotives probably passed over the of a certain billet-doux. Since the oc- body after that by which Mr. Lathrop curroncetne gentleman's mends avoid 1 was killed. He was doubtless on his nun unaer tne impression tnat he has way homo from the meeting at the bniiilLnnv I nl. 1 - 9 Baron Lieblsr asserts that the Bavarian beer is become unbeerable. ; ' - A country merchant Advertises ,fbabv jumpers" as spring goods. - A collection of drawings by Victor Hugo is soon to be published. The secret of , Manner's system of horse-training Animal magnertism. The Japanese ambassador. Mori, hna written a book de moribus Americanis. Pomoloeical Query for J-dge B-rn-rd Is a man likely to be Impaired when ne s impeacneu i A "beautiful blonde'' female preacher Is stirring up something like religious feeling in Georgia. A Philadelphia girl broke her engage ment because her future "marl saare" called her by. her first name. Bock bier h now announced in the Gerjian establishments. It Is brewed chiefly for spring consumption. ' The legal question Is agitated In Ohio whether people must shun beer under the "local bop-shun" liqnor act. j Louiavilllans make milkmen blush by asking them whether their skim milk is any cheaper than the other kind. . When the IVi&une speaks of a "snuare- toed lie" Its means that its' opponent in telling a fib has "put his toot in it." A Chicago lady who is trying to break herself of the habit of smoking, has cut uerseii uown to mieen cigars a day. Detroit boasts of having more babies . within its fire limits in proportion to its size than any other city in America. A young man who ate a banana, skin and all, says "the plaguy things pucker up nis moutn as naa as persimmons." The trouble with the "Seventy char ter" is that in making their mould of must" they entirely overlooked "May." . A Bangor eirl is so accustomed to Ban gor lord that she frequently unwittingly punches any man she may happen to meet. " An Indiana man has caused the arrest of his grandmother, who attacked him in a most cowardly ana outrageous manner. A Frenchwoman In Xew Orleans elves fencing lessons, and the maitresst d'ar mes is patronized by all the young bucks in town. ; . , , The statement that Senator Henry Wilson has not tasted liquor for forty years may account for the dryness of his speeencs. A ' daughter of General Holiday re cently had a gorgeous wedding in the Eternal City, in order "to make a So man Holiday.'.' , A vigorous young sexton in Opelika. Ga., lately pulled the church bell down, and came near ringing nis own knell in the operation. An Iowa husband is after a divorce because one of his bride's old lovers kissed her during the honeymoon. He considers it too cheeky. ' An Iowa husband is after a divorce because one of his bride's old lovers kissed her during-he honeymoon. He considered it too cheeky. . A Memphis dueling party were driven into a cemetery by a facetious hackman, "so that they might be buried without unnecessary expense." An Indianapolis paper says that a banquet in that city was opened with prayer oy tne JKev. Agnes Hamilton, "whisky-gauger" of the Seventh dis trict. A respectable citoyenne of Boston, who partook of laughing gas last Tuesday at a public exhibition, while under its in flueuce shouted, "Keno on 661 That's my pot!" " Fifty dollars was all that man In Council Bluffs was willing to pay for the capture of his wife, his rival, his little daughter, and a thousand dollars in money. , . . i - Physicians with a special fondness for Investigating the mechanism of the heart, will be pleased to leain that another baby without a sternum has been born to them in Illinois. , A milk-consumers' co-operative asso ciation is proposed in Connecticut to es tablish a cocoa-i.ut dairy, as it is Impos sible to account for the fluid nominally produced by cows In that State. - A Westerc hen having laid a large egg containing a smaller one within its shell, a reporter, whose brains have evidently run down into his calves, chronicles the phenomenon as "a weal within a weal." A good umbrella is a sure test of a roan's respectability. A man may go to church or to market with a shocking bad hat or pair of boots, but not with a bad umbrella and retain his status in society. A newspaper publisher in Pittsburg, who admitted to his columns an adver tisement for a few "steady girls to help. on pantaloons," 18 overwhelmed with moral censure from the principal press. A dipsomaniacal Louisvillian having got "sewed up" away from home, bis wire applied homeepatnic treatment on his return by sewing him up tightly in a strong sheet and then "basting" him with a boot-jacK. A young man asked a young lady her age and she replied : ' times 7 ana 7 times 3 added to my age will exceed 6 times 9 aud 4, as double my age exceeds 20." The young man said he thought she looked much older. - The next deluge, according to Al- phonse Adhcma (who Is Alphonse Adhe maf) will occur iu 7253. We are real glad that it is not to come off ten years earlier, because if it did we could not get our ark ready in time. Indianapolis cirls when at the opera occupy balcony seats, and playfully hang their 'feet over the railing. A man In the parquet recently bad the top or his head crushed tn by one of the young la dles dropping her shoes on him. white woman who is a native of Massachusetts, but is now a resident of Mobile, has had one white husband and four black. Her Intimate friends say that her fifth widowhood will also he terminated by another gentleman of color. The vouns-lady Inhabitants of the Is land of Hlnia, in the Mediterranean, are not allowed to marry till they bring up from the depths of tho sea a certain num ber of sponges. Notwithstanding this sponging business dicers couples are uni ted in indissoluble bonds every week. It is not only the land which is fertile in Indiana. One Mr. Vernon, of Jeffer son county iu that State, has just beeu made a great-great-grandfather at the comparatively early age of $5. Suppos ing him to liave become a father at SO this would imply that his descendants in each generation must have married at 17 An Indiana woman, while scouring the country for names to a petition for the pardon of her husband, who had been condemned for some trifling man slaughter to Imprisonment for life, met an Adouls who suited ber much better than her incarcerated lord. She Imme diately burned the petition, and intends claiming the divorce the law grants In such cases, and becoming the blushing bride of her adored Adouis. Sic transit ftminae amor. A Virginia City man thus describes his method of conjugal discipline : "Whenever I see she's got her mad up, if it's a dozen times day, I just quietly say nothin', but kinder humor her, and she comes round all right after awhile. Then when she throws things at me, or gives a wild slash forme with the broom or rolllii'-ptu, 1 just dodges a little, aud she never hits me the third time before I get my eyes on her and let her know I disapprove of such action on her part. Perhaps I have to leave the house to show her this, but she sees tho point. Then, by being careful not to irritate her, and letting her have her own way, I manage to make her do as I please."