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W. G. CHAMBERS it SOX, - Proprietors. j. r. CHA24BZ2S, Iliior. W. C. C HAKE ESS, PaiUjhr. Published Every Satmrday, JIPillJHfS VIT.J.E, LAKE COVXXY, O. Counting Roo.?t and Publication Offico in Stoekirrll lloute Block, 114 Main St. TEHMH. Yearly, by mail or carrier $-2 00 Six Months, by mail or carrier 1 00 Three Months. by mail orcarrier SO 8'- In all cases advance payment is renireI. .JO It IJEPAUTMEXT. Book anil Blank Work, Circulars, Letter II. mi-, Bill Heads, Cards and Job Work of every desciiption executed with dispatch aal in the ne uest stvle of the art. Hiring an entire new outfit of Types, Tresses, and .Machinery, together with a force of coini tent and skillful workmen, we feel that on r fa cilities are secuuil to those of no other establish nieut in the place. TAIILE Of CONTEXTS. Fibst Page. The Parting Gnet ..Harper' Weekey A Happy X'"1 Year Selected Mow llarry .Sower Died Geo. Perk-tut A Leaf front Shelby Expedition to Mexico ,. Exchange Folly a it Filet 3'. 1". World Gate Ajar Selected Th Unsocial Being X. 1'. World Woman and Marriage Dio LeteU Melange... , -.Compilation Second Page. Editorial Paragraph Book ami Paper Feu of the Week Tbikd Pack. Stranger1 Guide BuMne Directory Local JTeict -. Wat from our Reader . Among Our Keighhor . -. : Marine - Market, Ifatne and Foreign Fourth Pass. Tin Poor Match G ill. II an Christian Anienen Be A greeabls Selected Beware of the Thief of Tim Selected Seligiou yew Compilation Agricultural Compilation Practical Hint Compilation THE PAK'l'lXG orEST. . BY IDXCSD C. STEDMAX. ,t . "TT"HERE are the good things promised me VV By this Old ear that's dying f And what care I how ill he be Who was so given to lying f A cozening youth, he sought my door. And tarried till his locks were hoar: A lair and foul, capricious guest. Who swore to give me of his best. Who pledged himself a trueyear; But he was then the New Year. Where are the silver and the gold Kre now shall nil my wallet i What mean these scanty clothes and old, This attic room and pallet V The purse he dangled iu my view Betwixt his Jugglhrg hands slipped through. He found me poor, he left me poorer; But now a richer friend, and surer, . Awaits me in the New Year. Where are the poet's bays he says '. Jlv tuneful song should gain me ? The"wre"th that was to crown my head, Th' applause that should sustain me Alack 1 round other brows than mine I see the Iresh-won laurels twine: Still, for the music's sake I sing; The world may listen yet, and Sing Its garlands in the New Year. Where is.the one dear face to love His golden months should bring me, Whose smile a recompense should prove For all the ills that sting me ' My heart that still beats in loneliness; There is no darling hand to press; But oh ! I dream we yet shall meet, And I shall tluil her kisses sweet, And win her in the New Year. Where are the works in patience wrought : The grace to love my neighbor; The sins left off; the wisdom taught Of suffering and labor; The fnjler lile; the strength to wait; The equal heart for either fate ? Well may I speeil the parting guest, And take this stranger to my breast 1 Be thou indeed a true year, O fair and welcome New Year 1 A Happy New Year. mm of the bright WOK nn ERNO HIO OURNA A FAMILY PAPER, DEVOTED . TO LITERATURE. SCIENCE AGRICULTURE AND GENERAL NEWS. VOL.. II. NO. 25. PAINESVIIXE LAKE COUNTY, OHIO, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28, 1872. WHOLE NO. 77. ARELi, indeed, had a more lovely evening been known even in - the fairy-like land of the Isle ot r ranee, than tha last of December. The genial weather of the monsoon months following copious rains, had brought every prec unei of the earth to its tiniest perlec tion and beauty; the rich stores of the vegetable world vied with the glories of the animal kingdom; and while trees, and shrubs, put forth their greatest pow ers, insects innuaieraole, and birds ot g;iyt plumage, hunlmed and sang their richest notes in genne Harmony, through grove, and wood, and mossy dell and this on New-year's eve, The dar had beeu a glorious time of Minshlne the sky all clear ami radiant, like a sea of liquid blue, seemed wedded rotlie ocean. Noeloud was there to dim the lustre of the one, no breath of air to stir the glassy face of the other. Fruits, flowers, and leaves, thick as they were over field and garden, hung list lessly; even busy man forgot to toil, lost in his admiration of that golden eve. All nature seemed at rest, as though the world had willed' the year should die so brilliantly, so peacefully, that not one" sound or sight unwelcome might cross its latest hours. The sun was sinking fast, transform ing, as it did so, the lovely azure of the sky to a rich golden hue, tinted with softest blushes. A gentle breeze was springing up anil played, as though in very wantonness, anions thehvoad leaves of the green bananas,' the feathery fo liage of the lofty palms, and the thick groves of orange-trees. Many a wide and cool veranda in Port Louis was tilled with fair and youthful forms, listening to the idle gossip of the day ; many a wealthy merchant leaned back on downy ottoman, enjoying his pipe, and casting up the' profits of the year; many a sun burned planter reposed on matted conch with long necked bottles In his com pany, listening to his neighbors' tales of sugar-canes, slaves, and rum Within a mile of the Port, on the road leading toward the Pampleniousses, stood, and, tor aught 1 know to the eon trary, stands at this moment, a most pic turcsque-looking villa, delightfully placed among palm-trees and mango- groves, with a perfect paradise of a gar' den ami lawn, studded with the richest fruit-bearing tree and flowering shrubs. As is the case with all tropical, dwell ings, an ample veranda encircled the house ; and to render the place still more enjoyable, a shady avenue of bananas, ligs, and rose-apples, led the way to a pretty bridge, over which the passenger found himselt conducted to a rmnature island laid out, like the garden, with lawn and flowering plants, and round which ran a rippling stream, washing its mossy banks. In the vicinity ot this abode were clusters of neat thatched cottages, each with its knot of palms and bananas, and it small natch or garden in tne rear These were the dwellings of the slaves, who cultivated the many neld3 ot sugar canes that stretches for miles along the skirts of the inotMjtain-land in the rear of the road the property of one of the wealthiest planters of the island, M. Durant. This enchanting spot seen on such lovely evening as 1 have attempted to lescrihe, mav well have been deemed the resting place of happy mortals. It weined the home of tranquil happv hearts, where nothing sorrowful might find a corner; where men might have been content to end their days on earth Yet this was not to. The apple of the desert, sill beauty to the eye, was not more bitter at the core than this same planters homestead. Watching the part ing Kunlight from the front veranda, sat the voting wile ot the proprietor. Ke- j'lining on a couch of ebony, garnished with richest drapery, with the incense of l lie sweetest flowers about her, with it crowd of slaves to oiiey her every wish, with all that physical lite could Uemaud lh sjvlfe was unhappy. Alas ! the one thing needed to make a Sovful home was wanting domestic v'mnathv. No man could be- more thoughtful for his wife's comfort, no one more liberal in his arrangements for her household ; but hU heart though not against her, was not with her. i 'Anir Jjitioii was his bane, reckless specula tion his sole enjoyment. For such he neeined to live, and wondered why his Florence, drooped, and pined, and wept, wliile he was wrapped iu giant schemes ill wealth, warm-hearted as a woman eiin truly be, yearning vainly for a re turn of the love that dwelt in her own " breast, Florence Durant cared little for the Eastern splendor that encircled her in this little earthly paradise, while she aw her husband giving up his whole heart ami soul to business, with but sel bun a word or look lor herself. The disappointed wife was pondering over all this on the evening in question, casting her eves alternately lrom the slave-girl. The planter had been absent ror many nays, and as yet nau not seen this last addition to his family ; but Flor ence promised no pleasure to uerseu from their meetiug. She knew too well from past experience, that he would look ' upou her new-born infant as lie would upon a piece of furniture just add ex I to their drawing-room. He would would show no unkindness, use no harsh words : but tliere Would be that utter disregard, that.abstractiou from all but business, which sinks hitothe heart or a wile of sensitive mind almost as deeply as actual wrong. It was in vain the slave-girl chanted her prettiest Indian long-song; as vain ly did the little infant, by lt very mute ness and helplessness, appear to solicit sympathy and protection. Florence felt that she woutu nave exchanged ner wealth and station for tlie humble lot of any poor slave-girl on their estate, to have enjoyed rcquuea lore. The sun had sunn tun aeep peiow tne the many tinted horizon ; the birds had sought their leafy 'homes;' the infant had been laid to rest on downy pillows, the moon had flung its first soft rays upon the distant hill tops, and on the waving leaves of the lofty palms yet Florence still sat there, gazing in deep thought upon the opening prospect of another year so like the last that ner heart fainted within her, and forced out bitter tears; ' '; t ... "' : . , But let us look elsewhere. If we turn otir eyes toward the little stream, that fed by gurgling mountain-brooks, speeds merrily past uie plantation 01 ju. Imu ran t, toward the Port, we shall see how many cane-flelds it refreshes, and how many sugar-works It supplies witli wa ter. Along this little river a light canoe was floating, half paddled, half-borne, upon the stream. Seated in the stern of the little craft was a young planter, who with folded arms anu darkened brow, seemed lost to all that was passing around him. As the last rays of the sun disap peared, the canoe touched the mossy bank or tne little island in tne rearoi the house, and awaking to conscious ness, Durant for it was he sprang to shore. Instead of hastening to his house, as usual, the planter began to pace the lawn in the island with rapid and unsteady strides. To and .fro the gloomy man walked in the deepest excitement, as though uncertain or careless of what liis course should be. The speculations lie iiad been so long engaged in, and which had accumulated about until they had assumed enormous magnitude, had broken down in hopeless ruin, and now, crushed and oppressed beneath this suet den weight, the ambitious man felt maddened with disappointment. What he might have5 determined upon, or whither he might have Dent nis steps had he been left to his own meditations, matters not to our present purpose. . But the sound of many merry voices came floating down the rose-apple avenue to ward the bridge ; nearer and nearer the boisterous throng approached; louder and Quicker the bursts of laughter fell upon his ear. They were the voices of his own children, whom he could see approaching in company with one or two of the slave-children, and a gray- headed negro In charge ot the party, in no mood to encounter all this merry making, the planter turned aside Iroin the little lawn, and dividing a mass of evergreen behind a sort of grassy mound, he flung himself upoi the ground among rushes and lotus-leaves, compelled, however unwillingly, to. lis ten to the childisn talk 01 tne merry group, Such a happy party they were ! Tliere was Kose, a dark-eyed girl ot eleven full ot thought and kindliness; Edward the eldest boy of nine, with Ernest and little Mjnnie, and old Pierre, a negro of sixty years, wno nau m nis eariy uays nursed their mother; and, besides tnese there were Peto, and Caspar, and Lugo -young slaves born and Dreu on tne estate. There was also Brntfls, the old brown goat, wtth his long silvery hair, tud his great hard horns, and nis quiet gentle eyes. Why, bless you! he would not have hurt one ot ot those dear little children though thev did climb on his back, and stick ail sorts of odd things on his horns he would not have trodden on one of their dear toes for any quantity but he was sure lie could not look or feel like his papa. Rose chided him, and said that she was sure their papa was very good, ana loved them all, and would not make one of them unhappy for the world, if he knew it. Edward inquired, if that were the case, why did he go way so often and leave their mamma alone for so many days and nights : when she was 111 too, it was all the same. But Kose was not going to be put down In that manner; not she. To be sure she did wish that Sear papa would not leave them so often 31 he did ; she wished lie would give up those long journeys, burn the nasty canoe on their imaginary altar of flowers, and stay at home to take care of the cane-pieces and the peo ple, and so make dear mamma and all or them quite happy. ' Then she added, if Edward would not act Papa, she would, and tell them what she would do and say on the morrow. She would first kiss mamma and the new baby, and wish tiiem a happy New Year, and say that she had resolved to give up every thing but home from that day ; that there was to be no more traveling in the canoe ; that mamma and the sugar-works should have all her time, 'men sne wonia give told. A few years of steadv applica tion made the planter once more a thriv ing man ; a lew more years on that, and all was sate. 11 you wish to know how many New-year's Day's they passed to gether you must multiply twenty years by three nuudred and sixty-nve; ror everyday in their life was to them a New-year's Day, and a happy one ! HOW HARRY SOMEBS DIED. BY GEORGE PERKINS. We were gathered in our old club- room, late in October of '68, and though the small hours of Sunday morning were upon us, no one seemed inclined to move. The group of whist-players at the table were as absorbed over iheir half-dollar - a point, and whose cut- in it was, as when they first sat down. The smokers gathered round the big'' divan or the ''Turkish Bath," as Jack Windham had baptised it were blowing clouds of smoke, consuming innumera ble beers, and stormtly discussing the learn the full particulars till after, and they were briefly thus : Beard, of the comic papers, had been employed to sketch the dance-houses on Mercer and Ann streets, and had sub-let to Terry the contract of text descrip tion. Uuder the guidance of a private detective they had started at 11 o'clock that Saturday night, and Harry had gone with them just why was never known; before he had shunned such places as he would a pestilence. AH had gone well until, on Mercer street, they had struck one of the worst dens in New York, and found it unusually crowded. Very soon after entering the detective had whispered in Harry's ear that they must "drink the crowd," and in com plying the boy had drawn from his picket a larger roll of bills than journal ists often carry. "For God's sake, hide that," whis pered the startled policemen. "It will be hard enough getting out of here as it is." The warning came too late ; the money had been seen, and the mischief worked. As they turned to go a brawny, pock marked ruffian lounged from the bar and jostled against Harry's shoulder, comparative merits of Kellogg and little Minnie llaiick. over whom JNew lork was just then wild. AS for me, I lay on n,e hnv turner? with imnnlsi ve sm.siH vol a grand fete to everybody on the pianta- 7 1UJ " P'"Pi'cu ness at being touched Dy a thing so vile, .. . . , 1 - .1 I cfV nnsrimns nntl mr raft nn the fpnlpr I 1 ,. 1 . . nr auu spuae, curt arm imperiously, lou are In my way, sir," "In your way, you d d swell; I'd tion; and to crown ail,-and begin the cushions and my leeton the lender . - - ' . 1. . I aK fha m-Ck f-sa liegAm.is v Wa anft flail New Year well, old Pierre should nave , , "", ' "" hia lihertv. and Brutus the eoat be dec- swell of "fraumerei," as Frank Shat- tuck s lingers ran lightly over the keys his liberty, and Brutus the goat be dec orated with a new set of ribbons. Say ing this, Rose embraced her brother, and the whole party raised such a shout of approbation as might have been heard at the bouse. .- . Perhaps it was ; for at that moment, just as they were going to dance, the conch-shell was mown, as a signal ior their return to supper and bed. They started away home as rapidly and joy ously as they had come ; and in a few minutes more the island was as still as the night that was closing fast over it. Again the planter paced that quiet lawn, but this time calmly, slowly, and thoughtfully, until the moon had risen high above the palm-trees. Then, by that pale light, one might have seen how changed he seemed; how some thing had been busy in his mind, and still was working tnere; now neavy winterv clouds had passed away, and summer calm reigned gently Iu their place. Each word and syllable 01 tnose dear children's talk had found its way and done its work within. A sweeter sermon man clad iu priestly robes had never spoken. The New-year's Day broke brilliautly as man need wish to see it. The early morning breeze from oflT the hill tops came loaded with the breath, of forest- flowers; birds caroled merrily from groves of shady trees; the insect world broke forth in one great universal hum of happiness; the little river rippled cheerily past the wooded islantl; and then the sun came gently over the moun tains, heralded by gorgeous rays of rain bow quality, sipping the dew drops from myriad buds and blossoms. The house hold of the planter had just begun to stir; dogs shook their shaggy, drowsy heads, and negroes rubbed their heavy eyes, and, in their Oriental apathy, of our old, battered piano. Frank's music suited me to a dot that night. The boy had been wonderfully misanthropic since the sad miscarriage in coppering the great square, and all that week his great brown eyes seemed full of vague, sleepy wonder as to how a man might learn whether to "copper" or "play open." His sorrow over the lost pieces of silver bad come down to a secondary stage, now, and worked itself out of his ringer ends into the most melancholy of tunes. I had 110 particular reason to be sad my sel I, but someway 1 was, and as the plaintive notes of the music stole sweet ly through all the uproar of the room, it seemed like a minor keyed burden of hidden sorrow underlying the roar and bustle of busy life. 1 fear we were but a sorry set togeth er, as "clippers" are apt to be; and yet there were as true hearts gathered in that room as ever beat under gleaming corselet and nodding plume in those grand oil days when men did their devoir manfully to the death. Perhaps you do not know what a "clipper" is, in journalistic parlance. It Is a Knight of the fen who declines to attach himself to any particular office, ot to accept of any salary, preferring to roam at his will from daily journal to monthly mag azine, selling his occasional wares, and doing his individual jobs, for just what they are worth. The position has its merits and its drawbacks. Not untre quently, when laziness or that inertia of the miud whicli will not be driven away, lasts too long, it results in empty stomachs and threadbare clothes; but again, when the winning children of the brain come gaily 101 th 111 sunniest gar ments, when the work is worthy of the man and publishers are short of copy, groaned that tlu night had fled. The we would strike a lead to which the reg earliest sunny rays of moruing light that stole through lattice door and win dow found Florence still asleep: a little more light, a little more warmth, a little more warbling of the birds without, and the sleeper's eves were opened. Was it a vision of the night, still hovering about her. that she saw? It was her husband, Indeed, and with their new born infant in his arms! He laid it gently by her side, and bending softlv over her, as though site still had slept, and he had feared to wake her. kissed her a score of times, called her darling wife, and wished her and all beneath that roof a happy long New Year. Blessed wile! - It seemed as though a new world had opened before her with a fresh existence. And when lie took her hand in his, and asked her to for give him all the past, to look only to the future, rich 111 each other's love, Flor ence could not speak ; but tears of hap piness, more eloquent than words, tola all she had to tell. That was a busy bustling day for all the houshold. As- usual upon the first day of theyeat in that island, tiie slaves crowded in after the morning meal with of grecu sugar-cane, and he was remark- their simple gifts of fruit, flowers, or cakes. Pomegranates, oranges, limes, citrons, bananas, pine-apples, jam bos, and many other tropical fruits, came pouring 111, as though all the corners ot the earth had been robbed ior the occa sion. If some fairy, reversing the story of Cinderella, instead of transforming fruit into carriages had converted all the vehicles of the island into fruit, there could haardly have been a greater abund ance thvi was heaped in the planter's They could see ample veranda 011 that morning, their path, and 1 Everv one perceived how changed was the manner and tone ot the master; and When thev had romned to their hearts manv were astounded to see how he content, some one asked what fete thev worked at something that was evidently from a thousand struggling artists, were to have on the morrow, which set m preparation. . under various pre- liraduany ne k.ok up me pencil, rurn- them all guessing and thinking. Each tences he contrived to dispatch the chil- ing mostly to art criticism among the one. from the laughing Rose down to dreu upon errands all day long; then canvas of the Academy and the studios, black-skinned Peto. opened up some es- the dinner hour came, and tlien eyeniug, and to occasional lighter poems and oecial source of delight for New-vear's I and then thev were told to prepare for bav : while the good natured goat the New-year's fete. As the whole fam- strolled from one to the other, rubbed iiv walked down the avenue of bananas ills 8haV coat azainst them, licked and rose-apples toward the bridge, one their hands, and looked up iu their faces, long exclamation of wonder and delight as thousrh to auess what thev were de- burst from the children's lips. Pretty testoous ot brignt green leaves anu now- ablv fond of it too! How delighted they were to romp and dance on-that nice green lawn, and tumble the old negro among the pome granates, and make the goat quite giddy with dancing a waltz on, 111s ninu legs, while little Minnie stuck his horns full of garlands and green boughs ! Happy children ! The world was as yet all sun shine to them, the jew xcar that was 1 bout to visit thein had no cares or griefs ror tneir young nearts. nothing but flowers in heeded not the thorns. ular stipend of the daily drudge was comparative penury. Then,. indeed, we lived on the (attest ot the laud, and couched "on velvet," proud of another rung in the ladder auother step in the Bohemian's winding path. I remember well that the night of which I speak was such a one. My own field, more gener ally confined to literary and dramatic criticism, was at its most productive era, the opening of the opera and theatre season and the fall books, but I refer particularly to Davis' lucky hit of "A Wreck on- the Shore," which had brought him a cool hundred and a good contract, and in honor of which we had gathered lor a big beer. - One -face, however, was wanting to complete the group one face that we loved better than all the many fair ones which the great city held one that I last saw with all its bovish beauty set in sudden death "The life upou his yellow hair, but not within his eves The life still there upon liis hair, the death upon ins eyes.' ' I am loth to attempt as much in rev erence as in knowing how pitiably 1 shall fail to sketch what little I know of Harry Somers. He could not have been over nineteen when he came in our wav, and of his home or his kin he never spake. We knew that he had come from some western city with the hope of earning his living as a miniature painter, and that, though the laugh was ever upou his lip and the smile on his glad boy's lace, there was something be hind that had made him old in his teens, mid blotted the sunshine out ot his lite. He did not succeed with the brush. His pictures were pretty and good enough, but they lacked force and originality sufficient to wrest food and clothing like to know who's a better right," an swered the villain, following witli a tirade of profanity and filthiest abuse. On Harry's face there came simply a look of weary disgust, and he was just turning toward the door, when the ruffian grasped him by the arm. Quick and ringing as the stroke of a sabre came the command, "Take your hand from my shoulder; do you hear?" Then, as the man's grip tightened, arid his torrent of filth broke forth again, the boy lifted his little hand, quietly, slowly, and struck hi til flat across the mouth, send ing him staggering and bleeding against the counter. There was a wild rush, the gleam of a knife, the crack of a der ringer, a mad, momentary struggle, and then our party went reeling out of the door, bearing a dying boy in their arms and dreary hearts in their breasts. A fortunate relay of police saved them from pursuit. Describing the scene to us that night, Terry said, with a sob in liis broken voice : "I shot from the hip as quick as I could draw, and the ball told ; but the knife was quickest. I tell you, boys," and his voice sank to a thrilling whisper, "that Harry's face never altered a line of its weariness and disgust. The color did not even fade from his cheeks or his hand lift from his side. As the knife fell the old smile played around his mouth, and the lips moved softly. I think it must have been a name; he was not giving to praying." There were none to claim him dead, as there were nouc to own him living. J he city press joined us iu the expense of the burial, and under a marble slab by lapping waters of a Greenwood lake, sleeps all that Is lett of llarry isomers, We left a little portrait on his neck we had not known of it before as we buried him, and scattered his favorite heliotrope on his coffin. For many weeks there was little dissipation in our club; but gradually we lell back into worse habits than belore, the boy's lace was not tliere to check us, and to many in that club-room tiie tenderest corner of their hearts was forever closed. George Terry I think that Harry loved him more than any other did not long sur vive his loss, and went to Ins grave with the curse of drink upon liis shattered frame. A LEAF FROTI THE MISTOKV 4 SHELBY'S EXPDlTIO?i TO MEXICO. . bating. The most favored idea was that of a grand ball on the island to the whole es tablishment; and as there was yet a good half hour till supper time, they agreed to try a little rehearsal of what they would wish tor the morrow. 111 a mo ment, every one set to work. Green boughs were torn down ; broad leaves were stripped lrom branches; palm blossoms and rose-apples were twined intochaplets and garlands and leaves, and fruit, and flowers, were so trans- lormed by their many skiiitui little nn gers, that in a short time there was a goodly array or testal ornaments, quite euough for their rehearsal. Bcntus helped them as well as he could, by carrying branches and gar lands in his mouth, and depositing thein on the little mound that was to serve them as a sort of natural ottoman. Hav ing hung their garlands and bonnets on tiie nearest shrubs, and twined flowers and branches' of young limes among the leaves ot stately laurels, Kose desired her companions to imagine as well as they could, that the most beautiful res- toons ot palm-leaves and show-nowers were hanging the whole way lrom the house, with cocoa-nut lanterns blazing awav at Intervals. They were told. likewise, to picture an arc 11 or triumph at cither cud of the bridge, with an altar of flowers and fruit in t)i3 centre; and lastly, that they must fancy themselves looking at the green mound as a most beautif ul throne of moss, lotus-flowers, iambo-blossoms. and talinot-leaves. with a bower by Its side full or wine, and cakes, and fruit, and all the estate peO' pie assembled about them, with Tonchee, the old bund harper, and the two horn blowers, who could nlav anything from cathedral music down to an Indian war dance They all. as in duty bound, fancied what they were bid, whereupon Rose led ner euier brother to the Imaginary throne, and bade the rest range them selves about. Then the child, in a voice of grave earnestness, told them that the JSew -year's lete was to begin, that she would act "Mamma," while Edward would take the part of "Papa." At this proposal, the rest of the children raised such a shout of laughter as quite ns touuded the goat. The idea ot . their papa taking part in any festivites.seemed to their infant minds a joke of such stu pendous absurdity as to be beyond their small comprehensions. AVhv Rose, sill r child, might as well have voted him to be the Pope of Rome, or even the governor of the island ! But she, taking her brother: by the hand, bade him act the part allotted him ers of manv colors drooped across their path from tree to tree ; at intervals hung, swinging in mid-air, small cocoa-nut lanterns; further On, at each, end of the bridge, was an arch 01 evergreens and fruit; while midway betweDn them stood the very altar that Rose had the evening before wished to see placed there; and, stranger still, upon its sum mlt lay burning, like some sacritlcial monster, the Identical canoe, that had so often robbed them ol their dear papa I Wonder seemed never ending upon that eventful evening. Well might the children feel astonished at all they saw and ask inwardly it tt were not a drerm Why, there was the little mound on which Rose and Edward had stood the previous, decked and ornamented as they had pictured in their play ! Some wizard of the woods had transformed the simple spot to a festive throne. While, stranger still, there was the identical bower by its side that Kose had conjured in her mind, full of all sorts of refresh ments, boiling over with wme anu cakes : And tliere. too, were the horn-players and the blind old negro harper. And as the party approached from the bridge, surveying all this work of fairyland, tne brass ana strmgeu music weicomeu them with such a voluntary, as quite took away the children's breath It would need some time to relate one- half of what occured on that joy lnle veil ing; but I mav venture to tell how hap pily every thing passed ou; how old Pierre was made a free mau; how the goat was decorated by Rose's hand witli a now garland of ribbons and flowers; and how, 111 tho very midst or some in tricate piece of dancing, Brutus insisted ou joining in the amusements, tripping up many a vigorous dancer by the force of his horns, and utterly perplexing and bewildering every kind ot figure that was attempted. The last of the guests had disappeared, the little island was once more quiet, and again the moon shone brightly upon tapering leaves and quivering grass; but this night two walked there. How differently, how happily did their hearts beat then ! As they gently strolled to ward their home, the planter whispered to his wife that tliere was yet one thing left untold, whicli lie would break to her. Mo nad not done so earlier, lest tt should have marred the pleasure of the day. He was a ruined man a beggar! He had been following a deceptive bub ble; it had burst, and ail was lost save home, and that was won. The loss of fortune had been a gain to him and amidst the struggle which had then to come, the memory ot that happy Aew neiiing sun to I he infant, that, lay sleep- 1 whereon the boy said he would trv aud year's Day would lighten many a task, ing at her feet, fanned gently by a little I look as grave and unhappy as he could, 1 The sequel of their fortune is soon stories for the magazines. Here he was much more fortunate, and from the first averaged a larger income than the ma jority of our club. 1 thiiik one secret 01 tne wontieriui at- fection in which we held him was the strange union ot bovisli freshness with the absolute experience of a man. Pure lit heart as Sir Galahad, tliere was yet no path or wilderness with which he seemed unacquainted. Scarcely touch ing liquor from month to month, 1 have yet seen mm on special occasions tloor the most seasoned vessels on the New York press, and carry his child's face to bed as guileless in its look as if fresh from the nursery. Few that were sober enough to noto it will ever forget the night of his initiation to the club. The fruits of flowing Clicquot were visible in prostrate forms and broken glasses you see it was an immemorial custom of the club that the initiated novice must be sent to bed in that condition in which Ben Jonson declares happiness is only to be found. Somers iiad drank fair with them from the first, and as one by one thev "lell on the field of honor,' the light laugh of the boy rang gloriously out upon the midnight air, and the very glasses vibrated to its melody. We saw him finally, as the wassail drew to a close, with his lithe, graceful form poised high on the card-table, a foaming srlass of C'liconot lifted in his woman's hand, his golden hair a little tangled, and liis pale cheeks Just flushed as with a touch of rouge, while his eyes were fairly dancing with merriment, and his rich voice pealed thougn the rooms tiie gathering cry of Racehus, "Dumvicimus, vivamutti iiuiio est Whend-uin." But you weary with our Bohemian orgies. 1 note the picture because that and one other is all that is left to us of one we dearly loved. So, as I lay tliere witli my feet upon the fender that night, listening to the sad melody of "Traumerei" stealing through the turmoil of the room, there came a strango trampling iu the hall, the door was thrown hastily open, aid there entered that which froze tho very life-blood iu our hearts. The players dropped their cards, the plaintive swell of "Traiuiierel" ended iu a crash of dis cords, a deep shuddering horror fell upon us one and all, as two policemen and George Terry bore to the table the dead body of Harry Somers. They laid liini tenderly down upon the green cloth as a mother would lay her only child. The gaslight fell with ghastly radiance upon his sweet pale face. The wandering tangles of his golden hail- were flecked with crimson clots; his soft white hand lay fixed upon his chest, half stanching the ebbing flood, but ou his lips, from which the warmth was hardly gone, there .hovered the same glad smile that we had known so well. Amid the deathly silence broken by sobs that some 01 ns could not restrain, Terry told us with husky Preceding Shelby's arrival in Mon terey there had coiiie also Colonel Fran eois Aohilie Dupin, a Frenchman who was known ds "The Tiger of the Tropics: " What lie did would fill a volume. Re corded here no reader would believe it no Christian would imagine such war fare possible. He was past sixty, tall as iecuiuseh, straight as a rapier, 'with seat in flie saddle like an English guards man, aud a waist like a woman. For deeds of desperate daring he had received more decorations than could be displayed upon the right breast of his uniform. His hair and beard, snowy white, con trasted strangely with a stern, set face, that had been bronzed by the sun and the wind of fifty campaigns. In the Chinese' expedition this man had led the assault upon the r.mneror s palace. wherein no defender escaped the bayo net aud no woman the grasp of the bi n tal soldiery. Sack and pillage and min der, and crimes without a name, all were tliere, and when the fierce carnage was done, Dupin, staggering under the weight of rubies and pearls and dia monds, was a disgraced man. The in exorable jaws of a French court-martial closed upon him and lie was dismissed from service. It was on the trial that lie parodied the speech of AJfarren Hast ings aud declared : "When I saw mountains of gold and precious stones piled up around me, una when I think of the paltry handfuls taken awav, by , Mr. President, I am astonished utinyowu moderation." As he stripped his decorations and ribbons from his breast, he drew him selt up with a touching and graceful air, and said to the officer, saluting: "They have left me nothing but my scars, Such a man, however, tiger and butch er as he was, had need of the army and the army had need ot nun. The Em per or gave him back liis rank, his orders, his decorations, and gave him as well his exile into Mexico, Maximillian re fused him; Bazaine found work for hi sword. Even then the fatal quarrel was in its beginning winch, later, was leave a kingdom defenceless, and a Emperor without an arsenal or a siege- gun. Dupin was ordered to recruit regiment of free companions, who were to be superbly armed aud mounted, aud were to toilow the Mexican gnerill through copse and chappnral, throng lowland and lagoon, sparing no mau upon whom hands were laid, flghtin all men who had arms 111 their hand and who could be found or brought to bay. Murder with Dupin was a fine art. Mistress or maid lie had none That cold, brown faee,classie a little i its outlines, and retaining yet a little of its tierce Southern beauty, never grew soft save when the battle was wild an the wreck of the carnage ghastly and thick. Ou the cvo ot conflict he had been known to smile. When be laughe or sang his men made the sign ot the cross, lhey knew death was ready at arm's length, and that in an hour he would put his sickle iu among the rows and reap savagely a fresh harvest of simple yet offending Mexicans. Of all things left to him from the sack of that Pekiu palace, one thing alone remained, typical of the tiger thirst that old age, nor disgrace, nor wounds, nor rough foreign service, nor anything human, Iiad power potent enough to quench or assuage. Victor lingo, In lis ''Toilers ol the Sea," has woven it into the story this fashion, looking straight, perhaps, into the eyes of the cruel soldier who, iu all ills life, has never listened to pray er or priest: "A lcec of silk stolen during the last war from the palace of the Knipei or a China, repieseutcd a shark eating of cocodine, who is eating a serpent, w ho is devouring an eagle, who is preying 011 a swallow, who is in his turn eating a catapillar. All nature whicli is under our observation is thus alternately de vouring aud devoured. The prey prey 011 each other." Dupin proved upon his species. He rarely killed outright. He had a theory, often put into practice, which was dia- noneal "When you kill a Mexican," lie would say, "that Is the end ot him. w hen you upon the charity of his friends, and then two or three must support him. Those who make corn cannot make sol diers. It is economy to amputate." Hundreds tints passed under the hands of his surgeons. His maimed and muti lated were in every town, from Mier to Monterey. On occasions when the march had been pleasant and the wine gener ous, he would permit ciuorotorin tor the operation. Otherwise not. It dis tressed him for a victim to die beneath the knife. You bunglers endanger my theory," he would cry out to his surgeons, "Why can't you cut without killing?" The "Tiger ot tne t ropics." aiso nau his playful moods. He would stretch himself in the sun, overpower one witli gentleness and attention, say sou things in whispers, quote poetry on occasions, make himself an elegant host, serve tne wine, laugh low and lightsomely, wake p an or a suddeu a demon, anu kiu. One instance of this is yet a terrible memory in Monterey. An extremely wealthy aud influential Mexican, iiou Vinceute Ibarra, was at home upon his hacienda one day about noon as Dupin marched by. Perbas this man was a Liberal ; certainly he sympathized with Juarez, aud had done much - for the cause iu the shape of recruiting and re sistance to the .predatory bands of im perialists. Asyet, however, he had taken up no arms and had paid his pro portion of the taxes levied upon him by Jeanmngros. Dupin was at dinner hen his scouts brought 1 hurra into camp. In front ot the tent was a large tree m lull leal, whose spreading branches made an extensive and most agreeable shade. Under this the French man had a camp-stool placed lor the comfort of the Mexican. "Be seated," tie said to him, in a voice no harsher than the wind among the leaves over head. "And, waiter, lay another plate for my friend."- The meal was a de lightful one. Dupin talked as a subject who had a prince for his guest, and as a lover who had a woman for his listener. I u the intervals of the conversation he served the wine. Ibarra was delighted. His suspicious Spanish heart relaxed the tension of its grim defence, and he even troked the tiger's velvet skin, wno losed his sleepy eyes and purred under the caress. When the wine was at its full cigars were handed. ' Behind the white cloud of the smoke Dnpin's face darkened. Suddenly he spoke to Ibarra, pointing up to the tree: "What a line shade it makes, isenor. Do such trees ever bear fruit?" "Never, Colonel. What a question." "Never? All things' are possible with God, why not with a Frenchman?" "Because a Frenchman beneves so little in God, perhaps." The face grew darker and darker. "Are your affairs prosperous, Senor ?" "As much so as these times will per mit." Very good. You have just five min utes hi whicli to make them better. At the end of that time I will hang you on that tree so sure as you are a Mexican. What ho! Captain Jacan, turn out the guard !" Ibarra's deep face grew ghastly white. and lie fell upou his knees. No prayers, 110 agonizing entreaty, no despairing supplication wrung from a strong mau n his agouv availed 111111 augut. At the appointed time, his rigid frame swung between heaven and earth, another vic tim to the mood of one who never knew in hour of penitence or mercv. The tree had borne fruit. And so this man ner of a man this white-haired Dupin decorated, known to two continents as the ' Tiger of the Tropics," who kept tour picked chasseurs to stand guard ibout and over him night and day, this old-young soldier, with a voice like a school-girl and aheart like a glacier, came to Monterey and recruited a regi ment of contrc-guerillas, a regiment that feared neither God, man, the Mexicans, nor the devil. Under him as a Captain was Charles Ney, the grandson of that other Ney, who cried out to 1 Enou, at W aterloo : Conic and see how a Marshall of France dies on the field of battle." In Captain Ncy's company tliere were two squadrons a Freuch squadron and an American squadron, the last having tor its commander Captain Frank Moore, of Louisiana. Under Moore were 100 splendid Confederate, soldiers, who, re- 1 using to surrender, had sought exile, and had strauded upon that inevitable lee shore called necessity. Between the Scylla of short rations and the Charyb- dis of empty pockets the only channel possible was the open sea. bo into that saled John C. Moore, Armistead, Will iams, and the rest of that American squadron which was to become famous Iron Matauioras to Matehuala. than a week ago, there were wonder, agitation, and alarm over the disappear ance of two thankless fugitives, who, be hind the bast team of the ranche, had fled away during the night toward' San Francisco. . The poor farmer, half crazy at the bereavement, and scarcely know ing what to do first, started for the city by an early train at a venture, and reached town with no clearer ideas. He was making helpless inquiries of a bag- f age-master at the station as to where e might be likely to hear of any strange team which had come into the city dur ing the night, and had just repeated his full name and address to the slightly as tonished railroad-man, when a highly respectable-looking old geutlemon, carpet-bag in hand, who had given a pecu liar, nervous attention to his odd lan guage, suddenly stepped forward from the neai est passenger platform aud begged to hear his name again. . Upou the compliance of the bewildered far mer with the request, the stranger ex claimed, excitedly, "Why, you re the very man for uie ! I'm here" expressly to go by the first train to your place, iii Sail Mateo, to bring back a runaway son of mine who, as I have only lately found out, has been imposing upon you." Freshly distracted by this amazing rev elation, the parent from San Mateo blurted out that he was after a daughter who had just run away with that runa way son. Then there was a scene be tween the two fathers ; each raving at the other like a lunatic until the gather ing crowd around brought them to their senses. It appeared that the sou of the old gentleman from Sail Francisco, had been rescued from some headstrong, boyish love-foolery by his family, only to" declare, in a furious pet, that he would never marry now, and demanded of his father the capital to establish liini in a mercantile business: By way of temporizing with this premature whim the father agreed to comply with the de mand w hen tire youth, thinking better of his present foolishness, should have courted and won some worthy, sensible, unfashionable young woman, whose character might give steadiness to his own, and make him iu some meas ure ht lor the serious Interests ot lite. With quick change of feeling the son agreed to this ; said that he Iiad heard of the very girl" from a mend 111 San Jose; and then, to the dismay of his family, disappeared suddenly from his home, not to be heard of again until some traveling acquaintance of his peo ple had recognized him 111 the tarm-haud at San Mateo. Such was the story ulti mately made intelligible to the farmer by his fellow-mourner, and the more horrified grew the former under the conviction that his daughter hail eloped with a madman ! The two sires, equally miserable, concluded to continue the hunt lor the fugitives together as best they might, and, after a search through the city with a private detective, at last found the girl at a hotel, where she was awaiting her lover and a carriage to take her to some favoring parsonage. I. pon the appearance of her father she neit her screamed nor fainted, but remarked, quite coolly, that she was of age to mar ry as sue chose, and did not propose to change her inind. As .she spoke, the companion of her flight appeared upou the stage, and witli equal assurance in formed his father that he was not again to be dictated to 111 the affairs of the heart, 'i'hen there was another grand scene, ot course. In the cud, however; the facts of the situation were accommo dated to something like a sane conclu sion, lhe eccentrical! v sentimental iiero was induced to explain that lie Iiad ntended to take his bride home to hi parents after he had procured the far mcr's pardon and blessing by mail; the heroine confessed that she never would have resorted to a clandestine engage ment if she hud not supposed that her father and mother could not iiossibly understand her her feelings; the tanner from San Mateo protested that neither he nor liis wife would have thought of opposing the match is it had been frank ly confided to them ; and the San Fran cisco gentleman avowed himself rather pleased than otherwise that his son had done no worse. Finally, relates othc Alta, the whole party went together for the necessary license to the County Clerk's office, and from thence to the clergyman's and the marriage of the two incorrigible young sentimentalists was solemnized uuder ail necessary pa rental benediction. him and maintain a good heart, avowed his intention to make immediate appli cation to Governor Gratz Brown for the executive clemency required. Leaving the jail for a hotel, he did indeed write and despatch to said Chief of State a let ter to that effect. "As there is iu prison in this city," wrote he to the Governor, -a young woman wnom 1 desire to marry, I make the latter a reason for asking you to pardon her. I have seen her, and loved her at first sight. A poor, plain, workingman " myself, with no pride except in good actions. I believe that your prisoner will be a good woman as my wife, if you do not refuse my prayer. Acting first upon moral princi ple simply, I am mow so deeply Inter ested iu this woman, that to leave her still 111 a convict's cell must break the heart of your humble petitioner and fel low-Christian, Joseph Silvers." The correspondent of the St. IiOiiis Democrat who relates the whole story, and vouches for its truth in every particular, adds, that this most practical of' missionaries still remains at Jefferson City awaitiug the Governor's reply; as earnest aud single-hearted in his mingled fanaticism and inlatuatioii as ever was lover or martyr of romance or history. UATES A J All. FOLLY AS IT FEIES. las voice how It had happened. We did not' cut ott an arm or a leg,'tthat throws him At a ranche iu Sail Mateo county ,Cal. a few hours' travel from the Pacific ine tropolis by railroad, the thrifty farmer of 300 profitable acres was visited some months ago Dy an elaborately shabby, pallid, mild-looking young man who represented that he came from a piteous ly unsuccessful series of efforts to ob tain a livelihood in ban r raueiseo, and was at last driven to seek agricultural employment. Insinuating or leaving it to be inferred that his original home was somewhere iu the Eastern States, the rather forlorn youth expressed him self ready to perform any humble labor whereby an honest maintenance might be earned, and so commended himself by his woc-begone manner to the hit inanity of the farmer that the latter was easily nersuadecl to receive him 011 hire. A not very sophisticated character him self, by the wav, is this same farmer. An emigrant from a Connecticut farm a number of years ago, and always more masterful in rustic simplicity than in the deeper ways of the world, lie treated all comers Ingenuously and would have lelt ashamed to turn away any poor boy from town who came to him with a storv of need and friendlessness. That such a man should have a .simple- minded daughter was not strange; nor was it strange that the girl's inherited simplicity grew with her growth into a conceit that it was the perfection of wisdom compared witli that of her sire, In fact, the lair milk-maid in question, who is hereby introduced fully into the story, had been sadly convinced for at least two years, or ever since, her six teenth summer, that while her kindly- mean ing parents indulged her Ireeiy 111 every reasonable wish, and rendorml due tribute of admiration to her recent importation of certain boarding-school graces from a seminary at Sail Jose, they were wholly without capacity to comprehend the liner traits of her intel lectual nature, aud must ever tail to 1111 dcrstand her peculiarly sensitive char acter as a kindred nature might. It wax while this not uncommon moral dys pepsia possessed the absurd miss that the woe-begone young pilgrim lrom San Francisco was added to the unpreten tious household, and 111 linn, upon short acquaintance, she was romantically delighted to discover at - last "a soul able to svmpatlii.e will hers. It may be said, in palliation ol such seeming lutuitv, that the new larm-hiind quickly proved himself to he verv much superior in manners to his station, and behaved, from the first, so mildly, and at the same time with such consistent propriety, that the prompt patronage extended to him by his voting mistress was 111 no wav reprehended bv the latter's parents. The old people did not frown when the voung people took walks together, nor even chide their daughter tor apparently prefering the ploughboy's society to that of her more ambitious masculine admirers. ()t withstanding all tills, however, tho girl must needs persist in her conceit of chronic parental incompatibility, and so convinced the young man of it, too, that when he finally told her in secret the inevitable love-story, it was supplemented with nn adjuration to "elope." Conse quently, due morning not much more During a recent temporary absence of Colonel W. J. Uouglierty, Warden ol the State Prison of Missouri, at Jeffer son City, the deputy whom he had lelt in charge of the post, Mr. Walter bv name, received in his behalf a proiosi- tion of no ordinary character. The pro poser, who mailed his communication from Scdalia, and gave his liame as Jo seph Silvers, desired to be informed if, lis he heard, one ot the convicts 111 tin prison was a woman, whose lite-sen fence tor murder was annulled 111 the event of her marriage. Should such be the truth, Mr. Silvers proposed to perforin an ideal heroism and apiwase the exacting law by marrying the geiule criminal ! Believing that here was an origiual character worthy his facetious cultivation, and knowing that the prison did actually contain a young woman under life-sentence for a capital offence the deputy -warden did not hesitate to answer this astonishing epistle in a spirit worthy its last possible tolly. "Sir wrote he, "your valued epistle comes to hand In the absehee of the warden, to whom, iu person, you should address all luture letters, 1 would say, however that tliere really is a lady here for. life, to be released upon marriage. Enclosed you will find her picture. She is hand some and intelligent. Don't know her relatious. She shows she has been well educated, and, I think, would make a good wife. She acknowledges having a stepmother, and that is supposed to bo the reason why she committed the crime." Asa result ot this concession of official information, the prison wa visited a few davsago bv a tail, decently dressed, earnest-looking man, apparent ly about thirty years old, who intro duced himself to the warden as Mr. Sil vers, of Sedalia, and presented the dep uty's letter 111 explanation of his visit le was honest, lie said, in his desire to deliver the prisoner Iron) her dreadful sentence by marriage, it she would fcic copt hint, and wished to be made known to her at once for the prosecution ot hi mission. Curious to witness the ltirthe possibilities of the affair himself, Colo ncl Dougherty conducted his queer guc: to the mat roll's room, whither he 'pre ently brought also the prisoner for life The latter, comely 01 aspect, and in- 110 way apiiearing like a vicious charade heard the immediate and straightfor ward proposition of her strange visitor with natural surprise. Silvers repre sented that he was a poor, plain man anxious that sonic great, good act shal be recorded to his credit above, aip frankly asked her if site would purclia her release lrom a lite ot Infamous cap tivity bv becoming his wile. lie was thoroughly in earnest, ready to bear an possible consequence of liis proposed lac and believed that, the virtue ot the deed itself would secure heaven's blessing for it. Seeming convinced at once that he was all ho appeared, and soberly meant all ho said, the woman replied, after a short pause, that she accepted the prop osition and would bo a good wife to her deliverer. Not anticipating such speedy settlement of the quest ion as this the warden had allowed lhe interview to. hike ils course, but now, with somu pre cipitation, he assured Mr. Silvers that he hud boon misinformed as to (ho ten ure of tho prisoner's sentence, which really could not bo removed under any circumstances without the pardon ol the Governor of the State. 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Yearly advertisers discontinuing their artver tisements before the expiration of theircontrart will be charged according to the above rates. Transient advertisements must invariably be paid for in advance. Regular advertisements to be paid at the expiration of each quarter. Detroit ia in ecstacies over a fowl fair. Kansas is getting up an anti-tobacco colony. The nnost obstinate pig in the world-Pig-iron. The Spiritualists of Illinois are in ses sion at Belvidere, iu that State. Having done the Japanese Mikado, Duke Alexis Is going to try Amoor. A railroad track eight inches wide is a miner item from the British coal re gion. Cholera has been exploring the Nile, and at Berlee killed 700 natives in ten days. getting into Black its theatrical enter- is iu What is familiarly known as the Un practical iu human character, and sup posed to be a natural result ot voluntary uieuectuai sen-concentration, or habit at distaste tor aud measurable absti nence from the. more practical pursuits and informing associations of life, may nave a curiously suggestive aspect when produced by artificial means. Then in deed, instead of appearing .like a pecu- lar and highly intellectual characteris ic, its suggestiou is of an immaturity ,or uuiiiiatiiigiy mi symmetrical devel opment of mind by no means digui- ed or impressive, tor instance, the Bangor (Me.) Commercial cekibrate.s the case of a man compelled by other than utellectual reasons to be an unsocial hei ng for thirty years, who now, upon being suddenly submitted to general tests of practicability, is found to stand the ordeal very much in the style of any reat literary genius or abstracted schol ar. Alter thirty years ot solitary imprisonment in the State Prison at lhouiastowu as a murderer the mau in case, whose name is Thomas Thorn, and ins age auout nrtv, has been pardoned by the governor of Maine and returned the social world unknown to him since comparative boyhood. "During a short interview with'Mr. Kiee, the war den of the prison," says the Bangor pa per, "we were curious to know. how the captive of more than a quarter of a cen tury had conducted himself, and seemed mpresseu upon nudiiig himselt outside he imprisoning walls ot nearly a whole generation. The warden said that al though Thorn's years were fifty, he was realty .111 character and maturity ot mind no more than a bov of fifteen. On his release from the jail lie was taken in a buggy by Mr. ltice to ltocklands, a dis- auce ot about tour miles, aud as he rode long seemed to think the space between tke two places immense, and the lime occupied iu transit long-protracted. What to any other traveler Iiad assuuied only a few rods were to his' unaccustomed computation as manv miles. On reaching Itocklaud he stood up in the wagon and gazed around in amazement. Prior to his imprisonment. thirty years before, he Iiad known the place as a pretty village, and now, he said,, 'why, it, looks just like New lork as big as that where 1 went once on a coaster when 1 was a bov.' The citizens of Jtockland made him up a purse of $50, and in his child-like glee he was telling everybody of liis good fortune. Seeing his imprudence, and that there were those around who might elieve him of his treasure, Mrs. Kiee warned him to say nothing about his money, as there were thieves and pick pockets iu the world now. 'Oh, don't you be afraid Mrs. Kiee,' exclaimed tiie ex-prisoner. 'I've traveled ; I know a tiling or two about the world. See here, I've money hid 111 this back pocket uu der my coat. Nobody would ever think of looking there tor it.' Thus he had unconsciously lutormcd the bystanders, rgainst whom the good warden's wife was cautioning linn, just where his money was." All this childish simplic ity or impracticability of character is attributed, be it remembered, to the ex- prisoucr s compulsory isolation from practical affairs aud associations for so long a time, aud not to any natural mental dcllicicncy. The man is nothing more than the unsocial being of compul sory artificial condition, and his conduct upon contact with the outer world at last is no very extravagant parody of tne worldly manner ot those who are unsocial and unpractical lrom hi-rh in tellectual natural choice. WOJI.H .n.tKIIIAVE. Girls do not reach their maturity un til tweutv-hve, yet at sixteen thev are wives and mothers all over the land, robbed of all the right ami freedom of childhood 111 marriage, crippled 111 growth and development. The vital forces needed to build up a vigorous and healthy womanhood are sapped and per verted lrom their legitimate channels 111 the premature office of reproduction. v lieu the oody is over-taxed the mind loses 11 tone, and settles down into a loomy discontent that enfeebles the (Whole moral being. The feeble mother brings forth feeble sons: tiie sad mother those with morbid appetites. The con taut demand ot stimulants among men s the result of the morbid conditions of their mothers. Healthy, happy, vigor ons womanhood w ould do more for the cause of temperance than any prohibi tory or license laws possibly can. hen woman, bv the observance of tiie law Of life and health, is restored to her normal condition, maternity will not be a period ot weakness but added power. Witli that high preparation of ImkIj-and soul to which 1 have referred, men and women of sound mind and body, drawn together by true sentiments of affection, might calculate with certainty 011 a hap pv home, witli healthy children gather ing around their II reside. One of the saddest features of woman s present condition is her idea that she is cursed of Heaven iu her motherhood; that it is one ol nature's necessities that slu should sull'er through the iieriixl of ma ternitv. It is because we ignorautlv violate so manv laws of our being that it is so to-d a v. i:vr:.M;s at iio.hi:. It is tors of night. a startling fact that three quar Ihe crimes are committed iu the All the vices nestle under the wings of the dark. The opportunities for undetected indulgence abound in the evening, and then temptations are most numerous and seductive. Most men ' are too busy iu the day liino to drink or gamble or indulge iu other vices. They would shrink from being seen hanging about a bar or lounging at the club or playing euclier ami whist for money or talking with questionable characters. Hut their business reputation tion would le comprised were they to do by daylight what they do without hesi tation" by gaslight. And it is the evening indulgences that unlit thein for morn ing work, and finally iireak the credit and destroy the health and demoralize man hood. Three quarters of the young peo ple who go lo ruin lake the first steps on the downward path in tho evening. We want no belter key lo a man's character than to know how he spends his nights. Tiie Count dc Montebello has soul lo France a number of specimens of the hare of America; thus establishing a balance of trade for American coiffeurs who are continually importing sped, mens of the hair of France. Peoria, 111. Crooked ways tainments. Zanesville,' O., has nominated the city editor of its newspaper for the mayoralty. A number of East Indian women ar attending lectures at the Madras Medi cal College. The Sandy Hook light is to be made crimson so that it may be red by every vessel that runs. The new State-house at Springfield, . 111., is said to have thus far costless than the estimated smu. An Indiana school-girl of thirteen is six feet one, and hasn't got up to the higher brandies yet. Texas complains of having too much -corn on hand, and is getting cotton crops on foot for next year. Hartford, Conn., has thrown away over $2,000,000 this year in building houses to be let to young married couples. A Lowell congregation can only resist tiie calming influence of its preacher by singing hymns at intervals during the -sernio.11. Generals von Steinmetz and von Bet ten fehl have appropriately been made piers ou account of their prowess in wha'rf-ire. An Iowa town is proud of having no bar-room, 110 gambling-house, 110 thea tre, no "foreign element" Know-nothing, in fact. British, German, and Russian engin eers are all anxious to do deeds of Darieu iu the matter of a canal through the American isthmus. The Grand Opera' House, with three openings, is coming to foreclosure. Con sequently Daly' must nightly make the most of it while it's leased. Why is Barney Williams like a Polar bear ?' Because he's wintering in (N)ice. Though, ou second 'thoughts, bulls are more 1 n-his line than bears. A new Hampshire clergyman tried to kill himself last week because his hand aad heart were rejected by three young women in rapid succession. Apropos of military rule in Louisiana Does President Grant think that when the people of a State "ride rusty" he can polish them ofl with JCmoryr General Hood, formerly of the Con federate army, is said to have been led by liis thirst ror human life, to go into the drug business iu Georgia. A petrified fossil man is the latest at traction in the I- rcneh Jardiu des Plan tes. Darwin to the contrary notwith standing, no tail hangs thereby. Heads and Tails Mr. Launt Thomp son has put a neaci 01 "jipotteu iaii" upon the tvpical savage of the Massa chusetts coat, of arms on the soldiers monument. . Boston asserts that the magnitude of the small-pox within its limits is exag gerated bv strangers only because most of the cases are met within the public conveyances. A Kentucky matriarch if we may he allowed to coin a feminine for patriarch aged 113, counts her direct descend ants, clown to great-great-great-granu-chiidrcn, to the number of 1,076. . M. Dclpit, whose poem was recently couroiine" iu Paris, turns out to have been born iu New Orleans. When the question of liis nativity came up, it was naturally considered that he conidn t Dclpit. "Acute insanity" isn't such an imper tinent plea iu some of our murder cases, when one comes to think of it. This particular form of insanity is usually characterized by an immense amount of acuteness. Under the head of "Pictures of City Life" a contemiiorary gives a couple of columns of homicides. We should, prefer to call them pictures of city death; but be they pictures of whichsoever sort they clearly stand in need of a "hanging committee." Of course President Grant is right in assuming that the Louisiana custom house clique is too essentially uncivil to he subiccted to civil reform : hut It is perhaps questionable whether military ihities were originally contemplated iu Hhc Congressional abbreviation of "add valor." A Topcka clothes-line thief was verv much disgusted the other clay, after he had returned home with his haul, to find the shirts were made with abbrevi- ated legs, fringed around the bottom, " and buttoned at the waist. He thinks the tailor who made them was a first- class lrauu. A Chicago reporter,, who by some ac cident happened to stray into a church, recites iu artless language that during a pause in tho service "the silent solem nity was broken by an oscillatory explo sion in the gallery like the report of a petroncl." Would'n't hark-we-bu.s have served as a happier smile ? One of our citizens went to the cars this morning to see his wife ol)', and having two or three - minutes before starting time, "stopped around the cor ner an instant.'' He returned just in time to see the train moving on, and, slapping his leg emphatically, he regret fully enunciated, "I oughtn't to have lakeu sugar." The fundamental laws of Indiana pro hibiting the immigration or employment of colored iersoiis within its bounda ries, it is manifestly necessary that either the Constitution of the United Stales or that of Indiana should lie al tered; aud rather than upset Hit entire country Indiana has disinterestedly re solved to adopt the latter alternative. One of our young men has recently ceased to make calls at a certain house, ltapiiears he went the other night from an oyster supper, and on her father ap pearing at the door, he observed. "Hello: old tjutHle, where is tne noat ing gazelle r where is my love now .IreuiningJ" This seemed to indicate to the old gentleman that something wa wanted, so he placed his Iiahd sadly on the young man's shoulder, anil, turning him partly around, stowed away a largo amount of leather under liis coat-tail, ami then retired in the house. Tho voting man doesn't go there any more, lie says the small-pox is hereditary in the family. Tho unmarried ladies of the Moqiil tribe of lmliuus of Arizona area curl osity to us outside heathens. -They wear their hair in such a romantic style that their Is no danger of a fellow mistaking one for a married woman. A soou as thev are marriageable lhey do their hair upon eawh side of lhe head, something in the shape of two great wings, or as It 11101 reminds one of the wheel of a proiM-llor. The dear creatures look at If lhey were just ready to lly. As soou as they cuter llye holy bauds of matrim ony they drop their, wings, and then their hair hangs iu long rolls by the side of the head. Mil. KrsKix recently w rote as follows: "l was obliged to write too young.when 1 knew only half-truths, and was eager to set them forth by what I thought tine words. People used to call me a good writer then ; now they say I can't write at all,"