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Darling- Kathleen. -
I wonder if any wine ever was made As red as the lips of my love 1 I wonder if any eyes ever so mocked Tbe blue of the heavens above. As the souHighted eye3 of my darling Kath leen, The bonniest maiden that ever was seen ? I wonder if tresses e'er grew quite so brown. Or bad 90 bewitching a carl. Or shone in the sunlight so gold en and brown. O'er the brow of a true-hearted girl. As shades the white brow of my darling Kath leen, The bonniest maiden that ever was seen? I wonder if ever a form more divine Disported 'mid bowers of love. Or floated with space-spurning wings through the air, ... . - ; With angels of light up above. As the ravishing form of my darling Kathleen, The bonniest maiden that ever was seen ? I oiider if ever a womanly breast V as rarer or fairer to view. Or covered a heart that was freer from guile. Or beat with a passion more true. Than the snowy-white breast of my darling Kath leen, Tho bonniest maiden that ever was seen ? I wnnder if ever a passion-dewed kiss Was ffiven bv warm lins to man. That seemed more a foretaste of heavenly bliss, Ur was more to be coveted than A warm, loving kiss from the lips of Kathleen, The buuniest maiden that ever was seen 1 MY GRANDFATHER'S GHOST STORY. I have frequently heard the following marvelous story related by my grand father as an actual epieode in his life. I will give it, as nearly as I can remem ber, in his own words, leaving each reader to form his own opinion upon the incidents, without any commentary upon mv part, farther than the state ment that my grandfather was a man whose veracity I had never any reason to doubt : It was during a summer vacation that I met Karl Komer. I was reading hard for my degree ; for having been some what idle and dissipated during the term, I found it necessary to spend what should have been my holiday among my books. For this purpose I pitched my tent at Bucksleigh, an ancient and romantic village m the Aew lorest. was guided by several considerations in my choice of locality : farst, it was reasonable distance, even in those days, from London and Oxford ; secondly, I was bitten about that time by an ento mological mania, and here was the spot ot all others lor rare moths and butter flies ; thirdly, a delightful and salubri ous climate : and fourthly, not far away, near Stony Cross, was the family seat of some college ehums, whither, if books and butterflies became too monotonous, I could flee for a day or two's relaxation These friends had very much pressed me to take up my abode wholly with them ; but had I done so, I might as well have left Greek and Latin behind me, for all the use I should have made of them there ; so 1 prudently declined, with the compromise I have mentioned, The house I lodged in was at least as old as .the ludor days pointed roof, overhanging stones, latticed windows painted beams, dark oak staircases, pan eled rooms, carved fire-places, etc. It belonged to a family who had resided abroad for several years, and was let. during the summer months, in apart ment to visitors, i had but one fellow lodger when I first came to Bucksleigh, Karl Korner, a German, who, with his servant and the old woman who looked after the house, was, besides myself, its only " inhabitant. From the first he curiously impressed me. In appearance he was the very, beau-ideal of the mys terious German of romance. Long fair hair, blue eyes deeply sunken, pale hol low cheeks, a moody demeanor, and tall powerful figure he might have been Charles Moor himself. In bis habits he was reserved to moroseness. He had a weird way of talking to himself, and a strange trick of almost every moment casting sharp fearful glances over his shoulder, as though he fancied some un pleasant object were behind him. No one was suffered to enter his apartments save his own servant, a dark saturnine looking man, as mysterious as himself. I questioned Mrs. Adams, the house keeper, as to who he was. But she was as much in the dark and far more curi ous than myself respecting him. About two months before his arrival she had received a letter from her master, who was then residing in Germany, to say that a foreign gentleman would, in the course "of a few weeks, arrive at Bucks leigh. the choice oi apartments was to be given him : she was, in all respects, to attend to his wishes, and, above all, was to ask no questions. The time of his sojourn was uncertain; he might sunlight. Before If had recovered my selt-possession sufficiently to speak, he sprang, to his feet and hurried away; as the tree3 hid him Irorn my sight, 1 saw him cast the old fearful look over his bhoulder. There was something about the inci dent that, in spite of the bright sun shine, gave me a strange superstitious leeling. Alter a long cogitation l could come to only one conclusion, that the German was mad, and that his saturnine servant was his keeper. r A week passed away, and 1 saw no more ot corner, beyond a neeting glance as he passed my window on his way to the loreBt. In the mean time 1 had a visit from my college chums of a few miles off, to whom I related my German experiences, and thereby in flamed their imaginations with the most outrageous ideas. He was one of Schiller's robbers, Mephistopheles, a Werter, the wild huntsman, Salathiel, a banished count, and I know not what. Ensconced behind my window-curtains, they waited his passing to catch a glimpse ot him, and the sight ot his strange, gloomy face made them almost seriously incline to those ideas that had been but jests before. The object of their visit was to induce me to go with them to a ball that was to come off in a fortnight at Southampton. But I heroi cally resisted all entreaties ; so they left me to my studies in disgust. Great was my surprise one evening, just as the twilight was closing in, at re ceiving this message from Mrs. Adams " Would Mr. Serle honor Mr. Korner by his company, and sup with him that evening?" The old lady was all in a flutter as she spoke the words. We ex changed looks. My curiosity was aroused to see the sanetorum that none had beheld, and I instantly accepted. When I entered the room, I felt al most surprised to find that there was nothing peculiar in it, except that it was peculiarly comfortable. Although the weather was warm, a cheerful fire burned in the grate, and three large lamps illumined every part of the large, sombre room. ' I like plenty of light," he said, after leave at any moment. This was all the information she possessed. There was something about Korner that, attracted and yet repulsed me The mystery that excited my curiosity may be ascribed to the first feeling ; the dark sinister expression that sometimes mingled with the gloom upon his face to the second. I frequently saw him wandering about in the forest during my entomological rambles ; but both in and out of the house he avoided an ac tual meeting. , s We had. been leuow-iodgers about a fortnight, when, . without having pre viously exchanged a greeting, we became suddenly acquainted. It happened in this way : I had been out in the forest all the morning butterfly-hunting, and having captured in my net' a splendid red admiral, two peacocks, and some smaller -fry, I was" lying basking in the shadow of a huge beech, gloating over my prey, when, happening to look up, I saw the German leaning against a tree, with his' arms folded, and his eyea bent upon me. 1 had not heard his footfall upon the soft turf, and his sudden ap pearance quite startled me. . Without a word of introduction he threw himself upon the grass and entered into con versation as freely as though we had been old acquaintances. He spoke English fluently, although with a strong foreign accent. I found him to be a man of highly cultivated mind. Our topics were Greek, Latin, poetry, ento mology, scenery: and upon all his re marks were equally just and full of knowledge. He grew warm and elo quent, his cheeks Hushed, his eye bright ened, the whole man was transformed Suddenly, without any warning, in the very midst of & speech, he stopped, the color died out. of his face, leaving a ghastly pallor ; in its place, while his eyes, full oi horror, stared wildly upon vacancy. .- The change was so instanta neous that for a moment I was struck as speechless as himseii, my eyes in stinctively ; following the ! direction of his. I could see nothing but the waving branches -of the trees and the bright cordially greeting me ; " I hate dark corners." So it seemed, I thought. Our con versation was upon German literature, which the translations of Scott,Coleridge and others, and the imitation of a host of English writers, were bringing into tashion. His mind was deeply impreg nated with its mystic and metaphysical character. I found him to be a pro found believer in the wildest dreams of the Rosicrucian and the demonologist, Our conversation had naturally, al though almost imperceptibly, drifted into this channel, and I could not help remarking the strange forced manner in which he spoke upon the subject, as though compelled to talk of it by some occult power against his will. I ventured to be skeptical, and shall never forget the look with which he turned on me. " Your philosophy," he said, bitterly. " rejects all thing? that do not come within tne scope or its narrow reason ings, regardless of the fact that every object that exists contains within itself unsolvable mysteries. Of the nature of our souls, of their condition or desti nation, after they are freed from their bodies, we know nothing. Can we con ceive eternity 3 can we conceive illimit able space? space before matter? the principles of our own being ? We know these things are, but we cannot bring them within the petty circle of our rea son. In the face of these mighty mys teries, and of the yet mightier myste ries of the Christian faith, how dare man arrogantly assert that aught can not be ? One of your poets says, 'Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.' Wisdom is usually purchased at a bitter cost." There was something in his manner that deeply impressed me, and I would have continued the conversation, but he skillfully changed the subject, and we were soon deep in the discussion of tue comparative merits of ancient and modern literature. In this agreeable discourse, aided by an excellent supper, some equally good wine and cigars, time glided on almost imperceptibly. It was just upon the stroke ot twelve when I wished him good night. As I opened the door, I fancied I heard a sound like the rustling or a woman's dres. Thinking it was Mrs. Adams, who was the nly female in the house, coming up to speak to me, I turned my head ; but there was no one upon the landing or on the staircase. The sound passed me, and thre was a nutter in the air, as though it were disturbed by some moving boay. Following its sup posed direction, my eyes fell upon Kor ner. In a few seconds a ghastly change had fallen upon him. His face was deadly pale, his eyes fixed with a look of horror, his hands convulsively clutch ing the arms of the chair upon which he sat. I was advancing to him, think ing he was ill, when a hand laid upon my shoulder held me back. I turned, and saw the German servant, who by word and gesture requested my absence. The next moment I found myself out side the door, and heard the key turned in the lock, A week elapsed, during which I and Korner never once met. I had been hard at my books, had completely shaken off my late superstitious terrors, retaken to skepticism, and had thor oughly made up my mind that the German was the victim of some painful disea'e, ot which 1 had witnessed the paroxysms. It was the night ot the ball, which I have before mentioned. I had had a letter from my friends that morning, as a last persuader, to meet them at Southampton, and accompany them to the ball. But I heeded not the voice of the charmer, and was further strength ened in my virtuous resolution by the weather, which, uncertain for several days past, toward the eveniag in ques tion assumed a most savage aspect ; the rain descended in torrents, the wind blew a hurricane, and there was distant mutterings in tne air mat portended a thunder-storm. As I looked round mv gloomy room in the fading light, I could he " cried. " " Come up to my room V I have a cheerful fire and plenty of light, a bottle ot good wine, an irreproach able cigar, and Mrs. Adams is prepar ing an appetizing little supper." Now, after my one experience, I did not much care about passing the even ing with Korner, so I began a polite apology about the necessity of study. But he impatiently interrupted me : " Pshaw, man I it is the last oppor tunity you will have of refusing me." " Are you going to leave us, then ? " I inquired. - " Yes ; my release is at hand, and I wish you to join me in celebrating it." " Your release 1 " I reiterated, - "Yes; but we will not talk of it to night ; you will hear all about it to morrow," he answered, lightly. After that I could not refuse his in vitation. There was a strangeness in his man ner that I could not understand, which impressed me disagreeably. He was as gay as a Frenchman ; he laughed, told anecdotes and doubtful adventures, sang German student songs, and was so uuiike himself, as I had previously known him, that at times I had serious doubts whether I was waking or dreaming. " 1 astonish you," he cried. " I have cast aside what you call the blue-devils for to-night, and, as Shakespeare says, ' Richard's himself again ;' what I was in my old student days, the merriest fellow within the walls of .Bonn." But I did not like his merriment it was to me far more depressing than his gloom. I drank his hock, I smoked his cigars, and I laughed at his stories; but I felt all the time like one oppressed by a nightmare, and would have been de lighted to have found an excuse to get down quietly to my owd room. In the meantime the storm was raging violently, the rain dashing in sheets against the windows, and we could hear the crash and moan of the forest as the wind rushed through the trees ; and the thunder, nearing, though still distant, rolled sullenly through the air. " A pleasant night for a journey 1" he cried, in the light, jesting tone be had assumed throughout the evening. " lou are not going a journev to night?" said I. " No : but Fritz has gone. I shall not start upon my journey till to-morrow morning a far longer one than Fritz's." 1 shuddered, I knew not why. " Now, my friend, it is time that we separate," he said suddenly, rising, and holding out his hand. The intimation was sudden, and not strictly polite ; but I took the hint with the most cheerful alacrity. " Pardon my abruptness, but I must now prepare tor my journey." An odd time, I thought, to begin preparations for a journey. As I wished him good-night, I heard the rustling as oi a woman s oress penina me, leit a movement in the air, and the sensation oi a passing boay, just a9 on my pre vious visit, and on Korner's face fell the same ghastly look. My nervous system was highly wrought, whether by the shadow of coming events, or by the elec tricity of the atmosphere, I know not ; and without another word I hurried out of the room. As before, I heard the key turned in the lock ; but, as before, 1 did not hurry down to my own room, for my limbs trembled so violently, and my head felt so dizzy, that I was obliged to lean against the wall for a moment, for fear of falling. The tempest had reached its culmi nating point. The thunder-clouds were upon us, and sent forth peal upon peal, till the house trembled and Bhook as though swayed by an earthquake; the lightning flashed in sheets, and in streams of jagged fire, now blue as steel, now luridly red ; the rain had abated, but the wind, rushing through the forest leaves, sounded as though a furious mountain torrent or a roanne sea was coming down upon us; whil'i the branches crashed, and groane-1, and shrieked, as the hurricane swayed and broke and hurled them one against an other. iSever have I heard so awtul a contention of the elements. I can never recall the memory of that terrible night without a shudder. And there I stood in the full blaze of the lightning, as i shone through the staircase window, with the fascination ot terror upon me. Suddenly through the dm of tne storm there rose a sharp wailing cry, that curdled my blood and bristled my hair. It came from the room 1 had just left, By a sudden impulse, which I could never explain, I resolved to try and solve the awful mystery that was about me. There was but one way. Across the front of the house ran a narrow bal cony. The window I was standing against was in a line with those of Kor- ner's room. With the rain beating down upon my bare head, and the wind sweeping round me and almost lifting me off my feet, I crept on to this bal cony, and between an opening in the curtains peered into Korner's room. And this is what I saw The room was blazing with light, just as I had left it. With his back toward me, quivering and crouching, was the form ot Korner ; facing the window, and looking in his face, stood a woman. Me: dress was that of middle-class German life, but her face was the most lovely I ever beheld : the hair was of the bright est, rarest yellow, the complexion fault lessly pure ; the eyes large, dreamy, and ot a deep violet ; tne nose and mouth ot the most perfect shape. While 1 gazed, fascinated by her extraordinary beauty, a hideous transformation took place before my eyes. The clothes faded from her form, her beauty melted away like a vapor, and in its place my horrified gaze was fastened on a skeleton, on a grinning loathsome skull, out of whose mouldering recesses crawled bloated obscene worms. The vision was but of a second's duration, and then I saw the bones crumble before my eyes, and the skull totter and fall 1 saw no more. A mist gathered be fore my eyes, and the sickness of death overpowered me ; but as I fell I heard a loud explosion, which sounded unlike the thunder that a moment afterward mingled with its echoes. W hen sense returned, 1 found myself own apartments, and in the same au tomaton fashion swallowed a large glass of brandy, undressed, got into bed, and without any further recollection fell fast asleep. I was awakened by a sudden shock, and the sound of loud laughter. When I opened my eyes I found myself upon the floor and my friends from Stony Cross standing over me, convulsed with laughter at, 1 presume, my ridiculous and scared appearance. In returning fiom Southampton, they had come sev eral miles out ot their way to pay me a visit. Upon hearing I had not risen, heated with champagne, and ready for any mischief, they entered my room, lifted me out of bed in my sheet, and bumped me not very gently upon the ground, We had just tat down to breakfast when Mrs. Adams put her head in at the door and beckoned me out mysteri ously. " 1 heg your pardon, sir, for in terrupting you, but 1 am sc uneasy about Mr. Korner that I couldn't contain my self any longer." what is tne matter" I asked, in great agitation. " Well, you know he is an early riser, never in bed alter six. It is now ten. and I have neither seen nor heard him. I have knocked at his door and can get no answer.' "Where is the servant Ifritzf' 1 in quired. "He went away yesterday, saying he should not return for some days, and that I was to f,ttoud upon his master in the meanwhi'e." 1 told her to wait until after break fast and I would see what could be done. All the horrors of the last night came vividly back upon my memory, filling me with evil forebodings. It was im possible to conceal my perturbation from my friends; and after a very little press ing, i told them ot the housekeeper s fears, and certain ot my own experi- The New Church Organ. ' BY WILL M. CABLBTiN. They've got a bran new organ, 3ue, t or all their fuss and search ; , They've done just as they said taey'd do, Ana ictched it into churcn. They're bound the critter shall It seen. And on the preacher's right They've hoisted up their new mtchine : In everybody's sight. They've got a chorister and choir, Ag in my voice ana vote; . For it was never my desire lo praise tne iiord by note I And twice, when Deacon Tubh tea tick, I took the fori an' led I I've been a sister good an' true r or five an thirty year ; I've done what seemed my part to do. An' prayed my duty clear; I've sung the hymns both slow and quick. Just as the preacher read. And twice, when Deacon Tubbs was sick. I took the fork an ledl And now, their bold, new-fangled ways Is comin all about: And I. right in my latter days. Am fairly crowded out I not help picturing with a sigh the bril- lying upon the pavement of the balcony, ences ; omitting all mention of what I had seen through the window, which would have excited only toeir ridicule. The breakfast-table was abandoned: and while I proceeded to the German's chamber, the others waited the result at the farther end ot the corridor. No an swer was returned to my knock, and after a little hesitation we decided to send for a locksmith and make a forcible entry. No one thought of entering by the windows, and 1 dared not propose it; 1 could not lor my life have looked through them again. In a very short time the lock was taken off and the door thrown open. The room was dark ened by the curtains, save in one spot. where the sunbeams streamed through an opening, and fell full and brightly upon an awful object the upturned blood-bespattered face of the German, He was quite dead; his hand still grasped a discharged pistol he had blown his brains out. I need scarcely remark that I did not pass another night under that ill omened roof, lut at once accepted my friends' invitation to return home with them. Of course you are now anxious to know the explanation of the mysterious spectre and all other mysteries. All that 1 can tell you upon the subject was gathered more from inferences than from direct information. In Korner's writing-desk was found the miniature of a lovely gill, which I immediately recognized as the face I had seen in my vision ; and beside it was a strange and horrible letter, of which I made a copy at the time, and which, as nearly as 1 can remember, ran thus : ' When you read these lines I shall be no more. Living, I am powerless to avenge your wickedness to me ; but if there is a .mst uod, my revenge will reach vou from the grave. I have prayed unceasingly to be directed to a retribu tion as awful as the misery you have brought upon me. My prayer has buen heard, and, mark me, scoff" as you will in your skeptical conceit, it will come to pass. J n my dark hours of despair mg agony, this is the vengeance 1 have engendered, and which 1 will execute. From the hour in which 1 draw my last breath I will haunt you. Fly to the furthermost extremities of the world, and my shadow shall still pursue you; alone or in a crowd, in the darkness of the night or in the brightest sunshine, you shall know no moment ef your life in which 1 may not stand belore you And lest habit should in time dull the horror of my presence to your hard. godless soul, in each visitation you shall behold the progress ot the corruption of the buried body as it festers in the earth. As the body is at the moment I stand before you, in that guise shall you see me. And when the last stage is reached, when the bones crumble into dust, then shall thy earthly career close. Pray, then, if you can, that the tortures vou will endure in this life may mitigate those prepared for you in the next." Putting together the little informa tion I gathered at various times, chiefly through Mm. Adams, I framed this story : At Bonn there lived one Adeline Sturm, a burgomaster's daughter., bhe was the beauty of the town, had been educated far above her station, and was as nctorious lor her naugnty and dis dainful pride as for her personal charms. All the young men were madly in love with her. but upon all she looked down with equal scorn. Karl Korner was at that time a student at the university, He was a scion of a noble family, stri kingly handsome, heir to a fine fortune, and the most heartless libertine in Bonn. The stories he was continually hearing of this girl's unimpressible na ture excited his pique, and over a de bauch he laid a heavy wager with a fel low student that he would win her love, degrade her pride, and abandon her. He succeeded too well in all that he proposed. It was an act of monstrous villainy; for he had not even the excuse of passion for accomplishing Adeline's ruin, while she loved him with all the fervor of her proud, powerful nature. Upon discovering the conspiracy of which she had been made tbe victim, she took poison. From that time Kor ner was accursed; he wandered from land to land, from one division of the globe to another, but nowhere finding peace or rest. To-day the preacher, good old dear. With tears all in his eyes. To-day the preacher, good old dear. witn tears ail in nis eyes. Read I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies." I al'ays liked that blessed hyain I s'oose I al avs will: It somehow gratifies my whim In eoo old Ortonville: But whan that choir got up to sing, I couldn't aatch a word : They sung the most dog-gondest thing A body every heard! Some worldly chaps was standin' near, An when 1 seed them grin. I bid farewell to every fear. And boldly waded in. I thought I d chase their tune along, An tried with all my might: But though my voice is good an' strong. 1 couldu t steer it riEht : When they were high, then I was low. An' also contrawise ; And I too fast, or they too slow. To mansions in the skies. An' after every verse, you know. They played a little tune: I didn't understand, an' so I started in too soon. I pitched it pretty middlin' high. I fetched a lusty tone. But oh. alas! I found that I Was sinein there alone ! They laughed a little. I am told; But I had done my best; And not a wave of trouble rolled Across my peacolul breast. "Foreign Jfotes. A bronze statue to Lamartine is soon to be erected in the town of Macon, France. Victor Emmanuel eniovs the snug little income of $3,000,000 per annum. in gold. The Prince of Wales finds 635,000 per annum insufficient for his private expenses. Evert cat in Paris is to be taxed at the rate of about a dollar and a quarter per annum. The population of Switzerland is said to be gradually diminishing, principally by emigration. , American cheese is in universal use throughout England, and large quanti ties are imported. The Sultan of Turkey is having built in England a small steam yacht, and will manage the machinery of it him self. The United States steamer Narragan sett has raised the American flag over the harbor of Bango-Pango, Navigator's island. The cultivation of the poppy in France is steadily increasing, and it now occupies about 50,000 acres, of the value of 4,500,000 francs. The salary of the Canadian Viceroy is $50,000 a year, with two or three rent free palatial residences, and the office is usually held for five years. Molasses candy until this past winter was an unknown confection in Berlin, a baker there having been let into the secret by an American youth at school. Sir Charles Mordaunt has sued the publishers of a work on the peerage for having credited him with a daughter born in 1869. the said daughter being the fruit of his wife's alleged infidelity. The review of the Metropolitan Vol unteer Corps took place at Brighton, England, on Monday. About 20,000 volunteers were on the ground. The review, taken altogether, was considered a failure. The London Echo learns that M. Gounod is in a lunatic asylum. It is not exactly madness which has seized him, but a species of hysteria caused by neivous irritation from the long tension of his nerves. Frank Buckland, of England, writes to Seth Green, the New York fish breeder, that he has successfully intro duced American brook-trout into Eng lish waters. From eggs sent him three years ago by Mr. Green he now has trout of two and three pounds weight. The volcano of Colima, Mexico, which for two years has been exhibiting signs f activity, is now in full erruption, throwing out clouds of ashes, which fall over a large section of country, and the smoke is so dense as to obscure the sun. The spectacle is described as one of awful grandeur. The Prussians are fortifying Metz with enormous cannons ot steel, trom Krupp's manufactory, of the same cali bre as those at Mont Valerian during the war. They are also enlarging Stras burg, so that, instead of 20,000, it can contain 200,000, making a canal parallel with the Rhine, and an enormous basin for ships coming from Mannheim and the North Sea. Among the present notables at Paris Prince Orloff, who i3 winning the women and astonishing the men with his expenditures and his horsemanship. He wears one jewel of immense value, and rides a horse from Tartary which cost 20,000 francs, and manages it with such ease and grace as to elicit the ad miration of all. is She understood the lime right through. An' kep1 it with her head ; And sister Brown I could but look She siia neht front of me : She never was no singin' book, An never went to be: But then she al'ays tried to do The best she cou'd, she said; She understood the time right through. An kep it, with her head : But when she tried this mornin', oh, I had to laugh, or cough 1 It kep' her head a bobbin' so. It e en a most came on I An' Deacon Tubbs he all broke down. As one mleht well suppose: He took one look at Sister Brown, And menklv scratched his nose. He looked his hymn book through and through And laid it on the seat. And then a pensive sigh he drew. And looked completely beat. An' when they took another bout. He didn't even rise; But drawed his Ted bandanner out An' wiped his weepin' eyes. liant ball-room at Southampton. While thus meditating, tnere was a knock at my door. , Before I could answer it, Korner stood - before me. Even in the twilight I could perceive that his air was excited with a kind of forced gayety. saturated with rain and cold as ice. The morning was just breaking; the storm had cleared away, all but the wind, which still blew hard, but in fitful, dying gusts. With a dazed brain, upon which still lingered the dark shadow of the horrors 1 had witnessed, but no sub- " How horribly dull you are here ! " slantial idea, I mechanically sought my A jotods damsel rushed into a ciiizen's arms at London . bridge, exclaiming : "Oh. you are my long-lost brother." She soon discovered her mistake, and rushed off in a confused manner, ac- companied by her long-lost brother's purse. But drawed his red bandanxer out, An' wiped his weepin' eyes. I've been a sister, good an' true, - For five and thirty year; I've done what seemed my part to do. An prayed my duty clear; But death will stop my voice, I know. For he is on my tract : And some day, 1 to church will go, And never more come back. And when the folks get up to sing Whene'er that time shall be I do not want no patent thing A squealin' over met In the British Army there is a system of fining soldiers for drunkenness from a half a crown to a pound, and the amount thus received forms a fund which placed in the hands of the Secretary of State to be paid out m gratuities to " good conduct" men, on their discharge Irorn the army. It is said that the pro ceeds of these fines trom some regi ments reach 200 per annum, while 100 is about the minimum. . Two valuable diamonds were lately found in the crop of a West India pea hen en board ship. A Story of Offenbach. The peculiar feature of nearly all of Jean Jacques Offenbach's operettas, is the ridicule which he casts on petty German princes in them. His hatred of these grand-dukes, etc., is said to have arisen in the following manner : Years ago, after he had written his " Orpheus," during his travels in Ger many, he stopped at a small place in a German grand-duchy."He had no sooner arrived at the door of his hotel than he was received by the burgomaster of the place, who assured the maestro that he and the citizens felt deeply flattered by his presence in their town. Offenbach, who is a very vain man, received this tribute, which he ascribed to his merits as a composer, with gracious condescen sion , and he noticed, not without satis faction, that the citizens assembled during the daytime in large numbers in front of the hotel, and serenaded him shortly after nightfall. Next day, how ever, he perceived that no one took any notice of him, and he was not a little mortified when one of the waiters at the hotel told him, laughing; "Oh, sir, our burgomaster is perfectly beside himself with mortification over the mistake he made yesterday. He took you for our new grand-duke, who was expected here yesterday, and who did not arrive until to-day. And it is so funnyj you see, our new grand-duke is a very fat man, and you are so leanl" Fitifteen minute? afterward Offenbach left ihe town in disgust. Painless Killing. Since men of eminent learning have come to the beiiei that a head, alter being severed from a body, retains con sciousness, and suffers exquisite agony for some hours, it is mer t that this same question should be decided in relation to hanging. It is difficult to see why the reasoning in the former case does not apply with even greater force to the latter, inasmuch as the axe instantly destroys all connection between body and head, while the rope merely weak ens this connection. If anything can kill instantly, it is the Spanish instru ment of the garrote, in which the turn of a screw sends a sharp steel rod into the spinal cord. Humanity demands that the punishment of crime should not be needlessly severe. If we wisely decide to kill, we should kill as quickly and painlessly as may be. To do this, the garotte seems far preferable to any mode of execution yet discovered pro- vided it be true that the head endures pain af ter severance from the body. The headless rooster, which created a great sensation at Atlanta, Ga., has teen taken to New Orleans. For a two-third interest in the curiosity $600 was paid.