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MORTAL MAN AT REST. BY RICHARD REALF. •• De mortals nil nlel bonum.” When For me the end has come, and I am dead, And little voluble, chattering daws of men Peck at me curiously, let it then be said By some one brave enough to speak the truth: Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong, Down all the balmy days of bis fresh youth To his bleak, desolate noon, with sword and song, And speech that rushed up hotly from the heart, He wrought for liberty, till his own wound (Bo had been stabbed), concealed with painful art Though wasting years mastered him, and he swooned, And sank there where you see him lying now, With the word ‘•Failure" written on his brow. But say that he succeeded. If he missed World’s honors and world’s plaudits, and the wage Of the world’s deft lackeys, still his lips were kissed Daily by those high angels who assuage The thirstings of the poets—for he was Born unto singing—and a burden lay Mighty on him, and he moaned because Be could not rightly utter to this day What God taught in the night. Sometimes, nath less, Power fell upon him, and bright tongues of flame. And blessings reached him from poor souls in stress; And benedictions from black pits of shame; And little children’s love, and old men’s prayers; And a Great Hand that led him unawares. 60 be died rich I And if his eyes were blurred With thick films—silence 1 he is in hiR grave; Greatly he suffered; greatly, too, he erred; Yet broke his heart in trying to be brave. Nor did he wait till Free fom had become The popular shibboleth of courtiers’ lips; But smote for her when God himself seemed dumb. And all His arching skies were in eclipse. He was weary, but he fought the fight, And stood lor simple manhood, and was joyed To see the august broadening of the light, And new earths heaving heavenward from the void, He loved his fellows, and their love was sweet— Plant daisies at bis head and at bis feet. BUM Aim AN ADVENTURE IN INDIA. BY BLUE JACKET. •‘Did I ever tell you the yarn about my up country adventure with an elephant? It was a genuine rogue—a fellow evidently possessed of the spirit and animus of the very devil himself, and came within an ace of winding up my exist ence.” “ You have never related the incident, ma or, and lam sure it must be interesting. Will you lavor us?” Major Thurston was a retired army officer who had served his country long and faithfully abroad. For many years he bad commanded a post in the interior of India, where the inroads of climate coupled with hard duty had served to break his iron constitution, rendering it in cumbent upon the gallant soldier to ask for re lief in retirement. Comfortably settled down upon his modest estate in England, it had be come the veteran’s chief pleasure to relate to his admiring friends past scenes and adventures through which he had passed and participated. “ Help yourself to a weed while I reel the story off. It will not take long, you know.” I was sitting in front of my bungalow one morning, just after guard-mount, trying to in hale a mouthful of cool air, and wondering how the hot day should be passed, when Fred Pons boy, a young planter, rode up, Hinging himself Irom the saddle with au unmistakable air of vexation and annoyance. Over a glass of brandy and soda, with a sprinkling of ice—for wo had a machine to man ufacture that luxury -I listened to his griev ance. You see I had some little reputation round about the country as a hunter, was looked upon as an authority in the light of some few suc cesses I had met with, and generally when any thing of a sporting natnre was going on was always expected to participate. Ponsboy, with a melancholy air, informed me that for five successive nights hia estate had been visited by an elephant—an old rogue, un usually cunning, destructive and malicious. In sheer wantonness the brute had torn down and uprooted plants, destroyed fields of carefully cultivated coffee and indigo, played havoc amid the native quarters, frightening the coolies half out of their senses. In fact the hands were de moralized to such an extent that work had been neglected to the serious detriment of my friend’s property. In hie dilemma, Ponsboy had rid den thirty miles to consult me and ask for co operation in exterminating the rogue. It was a question of either settling the fellow’s fate at once or lacing dead ruin—no joke, I can tell you, for a white man, in that infernally hot and not over hospitable region. It did not take me long to make my decision. The better part of that day was spent in making preparations for the excursion. My servant overhauled a stock of choice rifles suited for such game, and ere the gong sounded for tiffur that evening, I was comfortably ensconced within the hospitable, even luxurious walls of Ponsboy’s bungalow. That night the elephant paid his accustomed visit along tbe outlying borders of the estate, the native Sepoy superintendent riding up to the quarters in hot haste to appraise Sahib Ponsboy of tbe fact. But there was nothing to be done then ; both daylight, caution and a wide amount of vigilance were necessary to cope suc cessfully with the singular intelligence of a genuine rogue elephant. The dawn of day found my friend mounted on a wiry native pony, with one held in reserve for myself, while two dark-skinned fellows, bearing hampers well stocked with provisions and drink ables, together with our rifles and ammunition, were in attendance. In less than an hour we drew up on the bor ders of the jungle bounding Ponsboy’s estate. There was the broken fence -with evidences o! the rogue’s work abounding in every direction. The forest, dark, silent, almost impassable from the dense, rank growth of verdure, greeted us in all its wondrous grandeur. But my host knew the ground well, the ponies were well trained and into the jungle we went, preceded by two tawny, muscular hounds, the insepara ble companions of my friend on many a perilous trip and gunning excursion. The jungle, but for narrow patches cut for the purpose, was all but impassable, the interlaced vines, thick growth of canes and underbrush, rendering it all but impossible to penetrate into its dark, sombre depths. Our progress was Blow until a point was reached where we were to separate, Ponsboy taking his stand in the midst of a dense growth of jungle grass and running vines, while I selected a spot by a email, clear pond of water. The little glade was singularly free from the usual debris of an Indian forest, interspersed, however, with a va riety of trees scattered at intervals oyer the green sward. The ponies had been secured in a shady nook, while the natives, with the two bounds, plunged into the vast solitude, making their way cau tiously along through the coarse jungle grass towering far above them. It was terribly hot and oppressive, not a breath of air was stirring, and the large pampers peeping from beneath the huge leaves placed over them to keep the con tents cool, appeared very inviting. I deter mined to tap a bottle of beer, and, leaning my rifle against the trunk of a neighboring tree, walked down to the sheet of water bordered by thousands of sweet-flowering shrubs. At the very moment I was bending over the basket, a singular noise greeted my ears. It was between a shriek and a whistle, resembling somewhat the sound of a trumpet, only sharper and more treble in its character. I understood full well the meaning of it all. I had experi enced it before, and in an instant was standing erect, with every muscle and nerve braced, all my faculties on the qui vive, my eyes glancing Bharply in every direction. Crashing through the underwood and pushing aside the heavy bending foliage, I caught a glimpse of a long, cylindrical object swaying from side to side, with two protruding yellowish tusks extending tar in advance of a pair of flop ping ears, and the next instant the round, mas eive form of an enormous elephant emerged from the jungle, charging straight across the open glade, winding his terrible trumpet as he dashed straight toward me. The brute was coming at a tremendeous pace, its little switch of a tail oscillating rapidly in the air, and its trunk stretched horizontally in my direction. I had but little time for reflec tion, though for a moment I must confess I was dazed a bit, bewildered by the suddenness ot the attack. The small lynx eyes of tbe rogue had noted his foe, and although the deceptive shamble of the monster was but little less than a walk, still it carries the quadruped over the ground almost with the speed of a horse. Fortunately for me there was a large tree close by with low horizontal limbs which favored a rapid ascent. Best assured, as soon as I re covered my self-possession, I lost no time in making for the retreat, and by the time I had gained a point beyond the elephant’s reach, the infuriated brute was beneath the branches, with its prehensile proboscis extended to the full length, the tip of the latter not over six inches from the soles of my hunting boots. Enraged at the escape of its prey the rogue, uttering its shrill trumpet-like screech, flour ished its proboscis high in the air, while its ears flapped to and fro continually. Seizing the branches within reach, it snapped them off from the maim stem as it they had been tiny twigs, In a short time the tree, which had been furnished with low spreading limbs, was com pletely stripped oi these to a hight oi nearly twenty feet irom tho ground; while the space underneath had become strewn with twigs, leaves, and broken branches, crushed into a litter under the broad, ponderous hoofs of the mammoth as he kept moving incessantly over them, Not content with stripping the tree of its branches, the rogue seized hold of its trunk lapping its own trunk as far as he could around it and commenced tugging at it, as if he had hopes of being able to drag it up by the roots. Soon tiring of this he relaxed his hold, gazed about him, caught sight of the hamper, and in a trice the contents were spilled upon the ground. Picking up a stout bottle of Allsop’s he sent the missile straight toward my perch in the grand old tree. A projecting limb chattered it to atoms, but the contents flew over me in an aggravating shower. Another and another fol lowed in rapid succession, but placing a stout limb between me and my implacable toe, I suffered no damage from the unexpected attack. Table-cloth, napkins, and cutlery were scattered to the thirty-two points of the compass, while the wicker hamper Ponsboy had had packed so scut ac.il.Dg tiio air. falling into tbe smooth waters oi the pond with a doleful swish- In the meanwhile I had not been idle, but had halloed and shouted until my voice gave out. It was about all I could do, under the cir cumstances; for, though my rifle was in plain sight, it might as well have been in Africa, for all the help or use it was to mo. As the hours rolled on my thirst increased, aggravated, no doubt, by tbe sight of the sparkling lake spread out in tantalizing beauty and freshness be'ore my weary gaze. But there was no help for it. The rogue had set tled down for a regular siege of it, from which I conld hope for no escape until Ponsboy and his servants, by some means, contrived to get rid of the monster. It must have been near noon, possibly later, when the baying of a hound fell upon my ear. The winding of a horn, a distant hallo, and I knew Ponsboy would soon be upon the scene. I could not warn him of the peril he was run ning into; my voice was powerless, while weapons I had none, save a long, keen hunting blade of the best steel. With a yelp and a flourish, the hound broke suddenly from cover, and was instantly charged by tbe elephant, who screamed with rage as he ambled over the uneven surface of the glade. I caught a glimpse of Ponsboy fly ing along on bis shaggy pony, and then the jungle rang with shouts, followed by the ring ing report of a rifle. It was a welcome relief to me, half frantic rs I was from thirst. In a trice I descended irom my lofty perch, took a final, searching look about the borders of the jungle, and could see not even a leaf stirring, while the sudden hub bub that had echoed through the vast solitude bad died away. I could hesitate no longer, but dropped to the ground, reached the sloping shore of the lake, and, extended at full length, drank my fill of the clear, welcome water. Warm though the draught was, it was, by long odds, the sweetest tasting liquid I had ever experienced. Befreshed, strengthened, with nerves stead ied by renewed confidence, I walked to the tree where the heavy rifle was leaning. At the same instant the sharp, discordant trumpeting of the rogue rang out its infernal warning. Quick as thought I turned, rifle in hand, while the elephant, in full swing, burst head long from the thick, treacherous shades of the jungle, tearing across the open space with the speed of a whirlwind. To raise the rifle to my shoulder and pull the trigger was the work of a moment. Whether the shot took effect or not, 1 am unable to state; but that it did not seri ously incommode the brute, I was painfully aware. Fortunately, the tree against which I had de posited my rifle was close at hand, or I should not now have the pleasure of relating to you this experience of jungle life. I think I must have gone up that tree with the agffity of a squirrel, and there was no room to spare, either. The tip of the rogue’s trunk skimmed the tough sole of my hunting gaiters, as I again slipped beyond his power. But the brute was now thoroughly aroused; its entire body appeared to writhe and tremble with rage aud baffled fury. Lapping its long, clinging proboscis about the tree, it applied its strength in a mighty effort. The reluge I bad sought bent, swayed, cracked Death the tremendous power of the infuriated monster. An ominous crack echoed in my ears. The fibre of the tree was brittle, dry, and entirely unlike the first in which 1 had so bravely gone through the siege. A feeling of despair, of terror, at meeting with such a death as awaited me at the feet of tbe rogue, caused a cold sweat to break out all over me. I felt the tree yielding, a succession oi sharp, quick reports followed, and the strong hold I had selected slowly toppled over, its fall partially broken by the friendly outspread ing branches of another denizen of the forest. The elephant, from the violence of his exer tions, had lost his balance, and as the tree came crashing about his ears, fell over, rolling on bis broad back, his short, stumpy legs sawing the air convulsively as he strove to regain hia up right position. My fall was gradual, with sufficient impetus, however, to send me rolling over and over with considerable force, when once I reached the ground. How far I was hurled, or it what direction, I could not tell. In fact, it did not matter, lor every moment I expected to find myself writhing in the fatal grasp of the brute’s trunk. Before 1 could recover myaelf or even gain my feet, the earth beneath me suddenly gave way; there was an effort on my part to grab at something, but, ball-stunned, covered with dirt, stones and rubbish of all descriptions, I presently awoke to the unpleasant fact that I had fallen into a pit, or trap, much in vogue by native hunt ers for securing tigers and other largo game. It must have been an old and deserted one, or the weight used to crush the captive would have at once closed all my eearthly troubles. Fortun ately for me, in that respect, the trap was lack ing tbe usual appendages. Clearing the dust and dirt from my mouth and eyes, I stood to peer about me, to form some idea of what kind of a place I had so for tunately fallen into. But with the exception of the small orifice made by my body when it crushed through the top, the place was as dark as a dungeon, and hot—well, gentlemen, I really believe the terrible Black Hole oi Calcutta was cool in comparison. I heard the tramping to and fro of the ele phant as he raged here and there in search of bis nimble enemy, who always appeared to slip from his grasp when success was all but as sured. The harsh whistle of his trumpet was borne to my ears, but with a muffled sound, while the heavy thud, thud of the ponderous feet as they struck tbe earth were sufficiently close to de tach occasionally small particles of loose gravel from above, which came rattling and tumbling about my ears at intervals. What if the ele phant, in his mad antics, should happen to stumble upon the treacherous surface of the trap. The very thought of such a dire catas trophe was enough to make my blood run cold. Long before bad the sun began to decline in tbe west, and long, creeping shadows had glid ed swiftly oer the earth. There is no twilight in India, and darkness quickly follows upon the disappearance of the sun. Through the little opening of my singular haven of safety, I be held the stars, one by one, peep forth and twinkle merrily. For some time I had heard nothing from the rogue. Silence, profound, solemn and unbroken reigned around and above me, unbroken even by the usual and ac customed noises common to a tropical jungle. I had scarcely made an attempt to move since I had fallen so unceremoniously into the noi some hole. Expecting to be ground instantly to death ’neath the huge feet of the rogue, when I realized the tree bad been uprooted, my sudden reprieve from a terrible fate, had re acted with considerable effect upon my nerves. Then the fright,shock of the fall,in fact all com bined tended to have kept me remarkably still, quiet and undemonstrative. It was, without doubt, very fortunate for me that I was half dazed, at least until I had to a great extent re covered my self-command. I determined to make an effort to crawl from the trap, to scale the rough sides and escape to the surface above. The air was heavy with noxious vapors, while the heat rivaled that of an oven- heat ten times over, at least so it ap peared to me. But with the first movement on my part to rise, I was greeted by a sound, gentiemen, that almost stopped the beating of my heart, and sent the life blood, chill and icy, back through my throbbing veins, with a sudden force that all but robbed me of my senses. Somewhat accustomed to the gloom of the pit, I was enabled to make out dimly two gleaming-sparks in the further corner of tho tiger trap. They scintillated, flashed, moved slightly from side to side, but never for a mo ment lost their unearthly brilliancy. Some times they were higher, then lower, and in all the varying movements my eyes, as if fascina ted by some subtle, horrible power, were fixed, riveted upon the burning, gleaming spots. Tbe noise I had heard and recognized was the peculiar hiss of the dreaded hooded snake—the most deadly known to all India—the terrible cobra-de-capello—or hooded serpent. That was what 1 had for a companion, gentle men, in my somewhat cramped up quarters, and I would gladly have taken my chances, faced the rogue and fallen belore his fury, than be exposed to the pangs, poison, agony and loathsome attack of the scaly, horrible reptile, who appeared to be disposed to dispute with me the right of possession in that wretched hole. Gladly would I have vacated, and not stood upon the order or ceromony of my exit — but the cobra would not have it so. ihe flaming eyes had apparently grown larger, the swaying motion had increased,while a succession of angry hisses attested to the fact that tbe reptile was about to make a spring. It's bite was death. I knew that, and acted up on the spur of the moment. You remember I mentioned having with me a long sharp hunting knife ? Well, tbe edge was as keen as a razor—and quick as lightning the trusty blade was gripped in my hand. 1 sum moned to my aid all the strength and fortitude I had remaining, took a step forward—sweep ing the steel blade with full force in front of my body. I felt the metal strike the slimy coils—and, well, I suppose I must have fainted, for the next thing I realized the sun was shin ing in my face. Out of that den I crawled, more dead than alive, never venturing to glance over my shoul der. Cobra and hunting knife 1 left* behind me. I never wanted to gaze upon either again. It was not without difficulty that I effected my exit from the suffocating pit, and once the surface was gained, a confused grouping of dogs and natives, Ponsboy and his pony swam before my feeble gaze. When next I came to myself it was to find myself within the comfortable bungalow of my friend, who related the finale of that hunting adventure. They had dodged the rogue, hung upon his trail, had witnessed the brute’s furious on slaught upon the tree in which I had taken refuge—and with its fall had given me up for lost. But my strange and complete disappear ance, leaving no trace behind—noteven a shred of clothing amid the debris and litter made by the elephant—puzzed Ponsboy. But the des truction of the brute was a matter of grave im portance to my friend, who could not afford to linger over theories or indulge in useless re pinings as to my fate. Using his rifles to good purpose, keeping well under cover, he finally had the satisfaction of wiping out his enemy. Then the search for me was commenced in ear nest,but I appeared in the scene ere it had pro gressed to any great length. Tho shock to my nervous system was so great, however, that I never again ventured to seek sport within the shadow of an Indian jungle. Electricity is a very serious matter, aud yet tfliaon makes light of it. NEW YORK DISPATCH, OCTOBER 9. 1887. THE ACCIDENT-SEEKER. A VERY PECULIAR CHARACTER. (From the Epoch.) It wrb with anything but satis'action that I | found myself compelled, a lew weeks ago, to make a night journey from Skanosvllle to New i ton-Centres. The firm for which 1 traveled : was bent on opening up new “ territory,” and I had sent me out as a pioneer. Skanesville had ; not developed any considerable desire for our goods, and, as its alleged “ best ” hotels offered a most undesirable compound of bad food and worse beds, I determined to effect my escape as soon as possible. To call .Skanesville a “cross-road town” would be a gross flattery, for ii there is such a term as a “cross-ten-road town,” then Skanesville is entitled to that des ignation. It had been a difficult place to get to, but a study of railroad guides showed it even a more difficult place to leave. This was probably the principal reason of the growh’of the town—a fact on which tbe Skanesvilleites were given to boasting. Two trains left this inland I paradise daily, at the convenient hours of 11:30 J P. M., and 4:25 A. M. To get to Newton-Con tres, I found 1 should have to change three ! times on the night train, and four on the early I morning one. As I had two heavy sample trunks, I chose the former. All Skanesville seemed to go to bed at nine, so, shortly alter that hour I went down to the depot, hoping to find tho ticket agent a little livelier companion. In this 1 was disappointed, as be combined the offices of station master, ticket-seller and porter. In,the latter capacity, he had shortly before wrestled with my trunks, and when he unhappily recognized me as their proprietor, he crushed severely all my attempts at familiarity. So I sat down and smoked, and walked and smoked till the train arrived,which it naturally did about forty-five minutes late. A sleeping-car was an unknown luxury on that road, so I had the prospect of a pleasant “sit-up,” varied by the numerous waits and changes m store for me. Fortunately, though the car was pretty well filled, I found two un occupied seats, and having had one turned over, I proceeded to make myself as comforta ble as possible, and tried to catch a nap. My comparative ease was short-lived, lor at the next stopping place several people got on board, and though 1 pretended to be asleep, one un feeling individual came and sat himself on such portion of the front seat as my feet left uncov ered. I watched him through my almost closed eyelids, and did not like his aspect. Something, I did not know what, gave his countenance a sinister look. As he moved toward the seat I noticed that he limped slightly in his walk. There was certainly a kind of what the Scotch term “uncanniness” about him, and after a few minutes I took my feet from the seat, pretended to rouse up, and mumbled a word of apology about having taken up so much room. The stranger begged me not to mention it, and sug gested that my feet did not inconvenience him. The steady glare with which he seemed to be regarding me soon became so unpleasant that I proposed he should have the seat turned over, and thus avoid tbe disagreeableness of sitting with his back to the locomotive. “I don't mind that a bit,” said he; “beside it’s more dangerous.” “*Moro dangerous 1” I repeated, in astonish ment. “ Yes: haven’t you noticed that in the sleep ers they always make up the berths with the feet to t .e locomotive ? That’s because if there’s a sudden jerk you are thrown forward. Now if your head’s against the forward partition, you probably, in case of an accident, have your skull split or break your neck.” “Then aren't you a raid of sitting that way?” I asked. “No, I like it.” I began to foar that I bad got into the com pany of a lunatic. 1 knew there was an asylum somewhere in the neighborhood. This man’s looks, particularly in the one eye on which the dim light light of the lamp ell, had the peculiar glitter which I had read was characteristic of a madman. And he never took that eye off me I I again nearly closed my eyes and pretended to be trying to sleep, but all the time I was keeping a sharp lookout lest he should develop any violent tendencies. Soon the road-bed began to get so rough that a succession of sharp jerks nearly threw me off the seat. Pretence at sleep was no longer pos sible, so I sat up, rubbed my eyes and re marked : “ This is a pretty rough road.” “You can bet it’s about the worst [ know in the whole country. That’s why I’m working it. But Charley Hicks is driving to-night and he’s so careful I’m afraid there isn’t any chance.” There was no longer any doubt that the man was mad. I glanced round the car to see ii there was an unoccupied seat to which I could conveniently move. There was not. I had heard it was best to humor maniacs, so I thought I would draw him out. “It seems to me as if you wouldn’t mind be ing in an accident,” I began. “ Mind it! That’s what I’m looking for ! Do you think I’d ride on this miserable road for anything else?” I was clearly in for it now, I muet keep him talking and interested. “ Why do you want an accident ?” I asked, expecting him to tell me how be loved to hear the timbers smashing, the glass splintering, aud fairly reveled over the scene oi horror and suf fering. “ I live on ’em,” he calmly answered, “but thia infernal rond boouib to have a gruLo against me. I’ve been working it for two months and must have spent nigh on to SIOO for tickets, and haven’t made a cent. Only last week there was a beautiful smash up to this very train, and would you believe it, I was almost the only passenger who wasn’t badly hurt.” I was just about to congratulate him on his escape when I fortunately remembered his mental condition, and checked myself in time. “ How do you manage to live on accidents ?” I inquired. “Because I’m insured. Of course it don’t pay every one to get insured. It’s all a lottery, but so far I’ve been very fortunate. Do you see that leg ?” he said, poking his right out toward me. “Ido.” “Feel the ankle and the foot.” Now, 1 had no desire to investigate his anato my, but, as I was still uncertain of his responsi bility, I complied. “It feels pretty hard,” I observed, after fingering it very gently. “Don’t be afraid of hurting me,” he said; “ its wood 1” “ Wood 1” I ejaculated. “Yes, some time before my first accident— that foot was my first-a friend persuaded me to take out au accident policy. 1 was a profes sional billiardist, and 1 traveled about a good deal playing matches and giving exhibitions. Well, I got into a smash-up, and that’s the re sult. I got five thousand dollars for that foot, but my trade was gone. I couldn’t move fast enough round a table to play in public, so I hired a room, and went into the business of keeping tables. It didn’t pay, and I lost nearly all my money. I wasn’t good for anything else, and I didn't know what to turn to. One day I struck a bright idea. ‘An accident took away my living; it’s only fair that accidents should keep me I” I said. So I began looking out for likely bits of road, and it wasn’t much more than a month before I was on a beauty. Do you see this ?” he continued, pointing to the eye, the glare of which had so frightened me. ♦ “I do,” I mildly answered. “ It’s glass. Isn’t it a darling ? So natural it deceives every one.” “ It quite deceived me,” I was able to remark, with absolute truth. “Glad you like it. I’ll give you the address of the maker, in case you should ever want one or two. He’s away ahead—the best in the busi ness. Well, that eye was another one thousand three hundred dollars.” “ Not much lor an eye 1” I sympathetically murmured. “No, it wasn’t enough. You see, they pay five thousand dollars for two eyes, and 1 don’t think the proportion is right. But I did better next time. Feel that arm !” I did as I was bid, and inquired if it was also wood. “Papier mache,” he said, proudly. “It’s away ahead of wood for lightness and strength. Made by Mason, best in the biz. Go to him ii you ever want anything in that line.” “ How much did the arm bring you ?” “Five thousand dollars, and that 1 consider my best speculation.” “Doesn’t the insurance company object to your frequent claims ? ’ “ Well, 1 do a little bit in canvassing, so my traveling seems to be legitimate.” “ I should have thought you’d made enough to retire.” “ I’ve got a very large family, and I’m bound to do my best for ’em.” “But you can hardly conveniently spare any more limbs, or even another eye, unless it should be the glass one.” “No, that’s true. I’m wanting a nice inter nal injury or some cracked ribs, that’ll give me a weekly indemnity of SSO for about six months.” “ But,” I began, and then paused, for I didn’t quite know how to phrase my question deli cately. A happy thought occurred to me and I said : “ You’ve described this insurance busi ness as a lottery ; suppose you should draw the capital prize ?” “You mean ‘death,’ ” he calmly observed ; “ then mv family would get SIO,OOO. I think that’s fully as much as what’s left of me is worth.” And I was quite able to agree with him. AN INTELLIGENT JUROR, Uncle Toni’s Ideas Concerning Law and Kindred Subjects. (From the Kansas City Times, - ) “Are you a citizen of Wyandotte county?” asked the Hon. Bailey Waggener of an old col ored man who hobbled into the jury-box with the aid of a long hickory cane. “ I is, sab,” replied the aged darky. “ How long have you been such ?’’ “ I donno, sah.” “ Have you formed or expressed an opinion about the case “ Well, I donno. I have resulted the matter considerable, and when my mind was fully rec tified, I went down to de track. I met the sheriff and he told me to reappear, and I left.” “ Have you formed an opinion that the train was wrecked by accident or design “ Yes, sah ; X think it was wrecked by ’zign,” “ Are you opposed to capital punishment?” “ No, sah.” “Do you know what capital punishment is?” “ No, sah.” ■! Have yon any cnnswhtlous scruples ?” ‘‘No* 1 have not.” "Do you think that a man should be hanged for murder ?” “ Yes, sah ?” “If the evidence fn the case should show the defendant to be guilty of murder, would you hesitate to find a verdict of guilty because the penalty might be death ?” “ Yes, sab, I would.” “In the trial of the case, would yon be con trolled by the evidence or by what you have heard ?” "I would, to the best of my ability.” “ Would the evidence control you in arriving at a verdict?” “ Not if I could help it.” “ Do you know what an oath is ?” “ I does not.” “ In the trial of ths case, would you feel your self bound by your oath ?” “ I has not ’fleeted on that subject, sah.” brotiierTess girls. It is the Brother that Weeds Out Affec tations aud Makes You Practical. Says “Bel Thiatlewaite,” in the Toronto Globe: Tbe other day, at the dining table in a lake steamer, I chanced to sit opposite a young girl who, with cast-iron indifference to the at tention of observers, was carrying on a very open flirtation with the commercial traveler at her side. “ Poor girl,* said my companion; “ probably she has no mother.” My own belief is that she haa no brother. There are mothers silly enough to care nothing about their daughter’s misbehavior, or even to smile complacently upon it, but I never yet i knew of a brother who would not protest against the spectacle of his sister making what, in his honest, downright phraae, he would call a complete fool of herself. A great deal of sentiment has been written about a sister’s influence. Let us glance briefly at that equally admirable force, a brother’s in fluence. The fact that is first to strike the disinterest ed observer of brothers, aa a class, ia that there is no nonsense about them. They are unro mantic, apt to say what they think, and apt to think in a matter-of-fact way. No compliments can carry quite so much value on the face of it as the compliment a man or boy pays to his sis ter. Your father and lover or husband are naturally prone to exaggerate your charms, and a chance acquaintance may merely wish to make himself agreeable, but a word of encour agement irom your brother means what he says, and probably means a great deal more, for the typical brother is chary of praise and given to under-statement when expressing ad miration of his sister. So when your brother tells you that your per formance is not half bad, or that you look iair to middling, or that your dress will do, or that he is glad that you know enough to behave yourself, yon may be tolerably certain that in all these points you are above reproach. Also it must be considered a mark of high apprecia tion for a man to tell his tall sister that he nates a dumpy woman, or a short one that he can’t bear to walk beside a giraffe, or his thin one that it’s a pity some fat girl of their acquaint ance is as shapeless aa a bag of salt, ©r his fat one that it’s a comfort to see one woman who doesn’t look as though she were always hungry and cold. For myself I never weary of the com pliment to my companionableness conveyed in the oit-repe ted words of that member of the Thistlethwaite family who is said to be wedded to his sisters. “ Oh, don’t bring out your writing to-night; this is the first long talk we’ve had to-day.” A brotherless girl may have a languid air, a simpering expression, and the habit ot using long words where short ones would be better, but any one who can boast ot from two to eight brothers is sure to have her little affectations well weeded out. The girl whose brother is one of her best friends will not make eyes nor drawl nor give her photograph to an acquaintance of yester day, nor answer advertisements whose object is “ mutual improvement.” She will understand that there are some sorts of innocent sounding slang that ought never to be used, and she will remember that the women who wish to retain the reverence of men, should decide how little slang they can possibly get along with and not use a quarter of that. She will learn that men, good and’bad alike, treat a silly woman civilly to her face, and pronounce her an awful goose* behind her back ; that no body has a profound regard for awful geese ex cept the men who marry them, and that even they—well, we will not go further into the sub ject, but at any rate they find out a great deal of which tho brotherless girl knows nothing at all. A great deal is written about selfish and de praved boys who are ruined for life by tbe inju dicious fondling received from their mothers and sisters, and it maybe that, to a youth of naturally evil tendencies, petting and adulation are almost as bad as snubbing" and scolding; but even a bad boy has a strong sense of justice, a love of fair play and a willingness to stand up for those who stand up for him. Any girl who really interests herself in her ten or twelve or fourteen-year-old brother, who acquaints her self with his ideas, furthers his plans, shows that she takes a genuine pleasure in bis society, will find not only that her influence over him is daily increasing, but also that his wholesome, practical and sensible way of looking at things is a decided benefit to her. A DOUBLE "WEDDLNG. BY ALMA CRAIG. This is tho way it happened. You see, Nannie Gibson an’ me wus jist like sisters, only Nannie took to book lamin’ an’ sech things, an’ 1 hated the sight uv a book. Well, to make a long story short, the skewlmaster, as fine a lookin’ man as ever you see, fell in love with Nannie, an’ she was almost a dyin’ uv love fer him. But Nan nie’s paw jist put his foot down an’ sed she shouldn’t marry no seek a fool. You see, ole man Gibson thought everybody wuz fools what didn’t think an’ butcher the grammer es he did. He said Nannie bad to marry Bud Steens, a bow-legged, cross-eyed dunce, with great big yaller teeth, an’ long stragglin’ hair. He’d star’ at a body an’ grin like a sick possum. Now, just think of Nannie, who s es purty os a pictur, with purty little white han’s, an’ awburn hair that ud make an artis’ rave, jist think uv her bein' tied to that ugly, dirty Bud Steens, who didn’t even know his A B C's I You see Bud Steensos daddy had a mortgage on old man Gibson’s place, an’ old man Steens sed if Nannie ’ud marry Bud, ever’thing ’ud be squar’. Nannie’s maw didn’t like Bud, but she had to agree about ever’thing her ole man man said an’ done, so she agreed that Nannie bed to marry Bnd to save the place. Nannie cried an’ said she would not marry him if be was all gold, but ole Gibson told her to shot up. Mr. Lewis, that’s the skewelmaster, an 1 Nan nie writ to one a ’tother most ever’day, an’ I carried thir mail. You see, I got on the good side uv ole man Gibson by praisin’ uv Bud an’ scolding uv Nan nie for not wantin’ to marry him. It wus one Sunday evenin’ that George an' me —George Lyne, you know, wus my beau, an’ bed been for nigh onto two years, but he wus too bashful to pop the question -well, George an’ mo went over to Nannie’s, an’ we three took a little walk. Ole man Gibson wouldn’t let us git out'n bis sight, so we walked up an’ down the lane. “Nannie,” ses I, “Mr. Lewis is to our house waitin' fer your anser. He’ll hev a buggy ready fer you to-night, an’ my paw an* maw’ll go an’ see you married safe. I’ll stay with you to-night an’ jist drap a hint to your paw to keep a watch on you.” “O,” ses Nannie, “that wouldn’t bo fair.” “Never min’,” ses I, “George an’ me’ll fix ever’thing.” Well, during the evenin’ I managed to whis per to ole man Gibson that I believed Nannie was fixin' to run off with the skewlmaster, an ’vised him to keep a sharp look out for ’em an' to say nothin' ’bout it to Nannie. You see we planned it in this way. George wus to git a boss an’ buggy, and be at the Gib son hou ;e a little arter midnight. I wus to slip out an’jump in the buggy, an’ we’d light out with ole man Gibson a follerin’, an’ let Nannie’s beau take her off in peace. Well, George cum ’long with *be buggy an’ I jumped in, and we struck out for Hawsville, which was a good ten mfle off. Ole man Gibson was the maddest man you ever see ! He jumped ou his ole boss, an’ took arter us a yellin’ an’ a shootin’. We hadn’t cal kerlated on the shootin’ part, an’ so we driv like all possessed. Nannie’s beau cum ’long arter her with paw and maw. They went to Jamestown, which was right t’other way frum Hawsville. It wus gittin’on to’ard daybreak when George an’ mo got to town. We stopped the buggy an’ waited ter ole man Gibson to own up. George turns ’round an’ sesee: “ Whut air vou a runnin’ an’ a shootin 1 at us fer?” Ole man Gibson jist looked like a goose fer a i spell; then sesee: “ Whar's Nannie?” “ She’s married by this time, I reckon,” ses I. “My paw and maw’s seeing her all safe.” At this, ole man Gibson whipped out his six shooter an’ pinted it at George, an’ sesee: “Now git right ’long to the clerk’s offus. You’n Liza Ann's got to git married afore you leave this town.” George wus skeert nigh to death. Sesee: “ Mr. Gibson, Liza Ann hamt sed she’d mar ry mo yit 1” You haint axed her /yit,” hollered ole man Gibson, still a pintin’ his shooter. I wus tickled all over, for I’d bin a wantin’ George all long, but ’twant my place to ax him to hev me. But the fun uv it war this, my paw didn’t like George, an’ he sed 1 shouldn’t marry him. Taw had sot his heart on me a marryin’ ov Jo Stubs, a green-eyed dandy who loant him six bits ouct, but I liked George, an’ I knowed ’at George liked me. Well, the up shot ov it wus, George an’ me lost no time in gittin’ married. The ole man Gibson sed he’d hurry home an 1 hev Mrs. Gib son fix up a good dinner fer all uv us. He lowed’t he’d got ’bout even with paw. When George an’ me got back to the 010 man Gibsonses, thar wusNannie ’n her ole man look ing es happy es two doves. Ole man Gibson hadn’t told the news yit, so none on ’em knowed’t George an’ me was mar ried. “Well, sir,” laughed paw, “we got ahead on ’em all, didn’t we ?” Ole man Gibson jumped up an’ said, “You bet we did ! Mister Sanders, ’low mo to intro- | duce you to Mr. and Mrs. Pyne Law 1 paw was so mad for a while that I got ' kinder skeort. But they r]l not to jokin’him, an’ sqvn he got over his mad fit. " | We hed a big shindig thet night, an’ paw danced the first set with Nannie, an’ ole man Gibson he danced the first set with me. i So, you see, tbet’s tbe way we come to hev a double weddin’, an’ we was all satisfied.—Chi cago Inter-Ocean. THE LAND OF "SUNSHINE. I*A.IR SKIES AND DELIGHTFUL AIR. Albuquerque, N. Mex., | September 29, ’B7. j To the Editor of the N. Y.llispatch: The wonderful facilities for comfortable and rapid transportation, furnished by railroads and steamboats, have produced a class of tramps who spend their time in sight-seeing. They have traveled over and under Europe, and have nearly exhausted the resources of this country ; but they are still journeying, wanting to see, you see, and to know, you know. Tho world of men and women, society, politics, all that pertains to a stationary life, have but little interest for them. Like the less respectable begging tramp, they have become so infatuated with their nomadic life, that they are willing to dispense with many comforts, rather than re nounce it. It is, perhaps, our duty to provide “fresh fields and pastures new,” for these visual gormandizers, and if they have not seen Albuquerque, we advise them to seek this sunny clime. No fairer skies, no more delightful air can be found in the United States. Indeed in some portions of the city one questions if he be under the protection of the Stars and Stripes. The town consists of two distinct parts, about a mile distant from each other. This is the junction of the Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Road with the Atlantic and Pacific, completed in ’Bl. Tbe new town, having 4,000 inhabitants, has been built since then. Oi course the busi ness part of the city is located here. Tbe tourist can find good entertainment. The quiet of a family hotel is at the San Felipe, erected in ’B4. But for the dreamy and romantic, we must go to tbe old town, though it is necessary to patronize tbe modern street car. We might ride a burro, tbe funny little donkey, which is found roaming all over this country. Here the soft tongue of Spain is heard on every hand. The houses are of adobe (sun dried mud), one story in hight, with flat roofs. The native Mex icans are never in a hurry. Perhaps they think it is not worth while to exert themeelves very much, as the day and night come alike to all. Indeed, one feels in this glorious sunlight that, “Life is enough, no matter whether one be a bird or a flower.” We turn to the plaza. In the centre is a ro mantic looking place, embowered with vines. It proves to be a barber’s shop, guarded by a big dog. Not far away are the gardens of the Jesuits. More big dogs; but these are silenced, and a gentlemanly father proves the magic sesame to open the gates and show to us the beauties of the famous gardens. Many kinds of fruits are cultivated, but grapes more largely than any other. Across the plaza are the cathe dral, the cloister and the convent. Here the brothers and sisters live their quiet, monoto nous lives. Judging from their peaceful faces, the spirit of unrest which the sated tourist feels does not possess their hearts. But the practical American directs his hasty steps to mingle in the bustle of a railway centre to get his mail, which he finds every morning from east, west, north and south, He may read tbe dispatches of the Associated Press in the Albuquerque Democrat, ably conducted by Colonel J. G. Albright, whose enterprise in this direction has no rival in tho southwest. If there were any way of getting up a corner in sunshine wo should certainly do it, bottle it up and forward it at a fancy price to tbe less lortuuate east, it would be such a successful speculation that we might then be abje to turn tramp ourselves; lor we confess that the life has a strong fascination for us. S. L. M. A DANCDffIxNciDENT. DOWN IN VIRGINIA IN THE OLD DAYS. I well remember an incident illustrative of their rigid rules concerning dancing. In a large household near Charlottesville, Va., where the old-lashioned ways were still adhered to, there were numerous servants, tho old family slaves’ children, and they came to the white people with their troubles in religion or anything else. We schoolgirls had our hand-maiden, in whom we took special interest, and she repaid it by a conscientious, faithful discharge of all her duties. But one morning Izuana failed to ap pear at the usual time, and when we mentioned it at tho table Dr. H., the head of the house, spoke out indignantly: “ Yes, I am really angry with that blockhead preacher, and shall see him about it this morn ing. He has actually turned Izuana, as good a little darky as 1 ever saw, out of the church, and why? Because ata party last night she walked out to supper and around the table while the banjo was playing I And some tale bearer reported that she went out keeping step, and‘like the grand chain.’ If he don’t take her back Here he smote the table with his fist, and we began a series of angry, excited exclamations over tho absurdity and tyranny of the affair. We rushed to find Izuana to give expression to our sympathy, but were met by her mother. “Weil, 1 mue’ say I’m s'prised at you who b’long to de church should act so. Ef Ezuana hadn t been with worldly folks ehe wouldn’t hab got inter the worldly ways, and de debbil wouldn’t hab sifted her like wheat like he’s doin’ now. Ef you goes foolin’ roun’ de deb bil’s plantation a-snifiin’ bis melons, he’s goin’ to nab you, shure. An’ Brer Harris done jest right. He am a faithful shepherd of his flock.” Astonished beyond measure, we crept away, but in the evening ventured to condole with the excommunicated one. She answered by throw ing her apron over her head, and saying in sub dued tones: “Oh, de debbil has fought hard wid me dis day. I felt dat music in my bones, an* I stepped my feet to it, an’ he came mighty near getting me to-day. He came down de chimbly while I was a-clayiu’ de hearth, an’ ef I hadn’t hol lered to de Lord he would have tuk mo.” This instance taught me that they are sub missive to the rules of their church, even when these rules are fanatical, and that the rule be tween worldly people and members is closely drawn on “ worldliness.” The Sun. —The sun is a vast body one million two hundred and sixty thousand' times as large and nearly three hundred and twenty seven thousand times as heavy as the earth. That which we see ot it ordinarily is a white hot central mass, which is really only a part ot the great globe. Next to this there is a beau tifully-colored envelope Irom five thousand to ten thousand miles in thickness, called the chromosphere, while outside this is a compara tively dense atmosphere, or corona, stretching away for at least one hundred thousand miles, while beyond that again there is a further at mosphere consisting to a large extent of hydro gen, the lighte-'t substance known, reaching, it may be. a million miles or more further into space. Look at the sun shining brightly above us; it seems a picture of quietude and stately grandeur. In point of fact it is something very different. There is nothing with which man is acquainted that is in such wild confusion as the surface of the sun. Talk of startling volcanic eruptions, earthquakes and storms; the violence ot all terrestrial commotions since the world was inhabited would not equal one hour’s dis turbance on the face ot that boiling caldron we call the sun. A cyclone on the earth’s surface that whirls round at the rate of one hundred miles an hour is a hurricane carrying all before it; but there are solar whirlwinds and fiery floods that sweep along at ono hundred miles a second. An eruption ot Vesuvius entombs Pompeii; but there are momentary and unceas ing eruptions on the sun in which tbe whole earth would melt with tervent heat and be en gulfed, so as to leave not a rack behind except an inappreciable addition to the sun’s gaseous atmosphere. High Up in Aib. —An attempt ha« lately been made at Paris, says Chamhers’s Joui’uai, by SIM. Jovis and Slallot, to rise to a greater bight in the atmosphere by means of a balloon, than has ever yet been done. The »ro nauts took with them a number of instiumonts for the purpose of making observations, and among these was a barometor designed to meas ure bights of upward ot thirty thousand feet, and a thermometer which would record temper atures fifty degrees below zero. A new feature was represented by tho provision of bags of oxygen, tor the purpose of inhalation by the aeronauts after attaining high elevations. It will be remembered that in 1862, Messrs. Glai sher and Coxwell ascended from Wolverhamp ton tor the purpose of making scientific obser vations irom a balloon, and that they then reached the extraordinary altitude of seven miles above the earth. On this occasion both the occupants of the car suffered very much, Mr. Glaisher becoming quite insensible for a time. A similar experience seems to have been the lot of these French experimenters, one of them having tainted twice upon reaching the altitude of twenty thousand leet, the faintness being speedily mitigated alter inhalation of the oxygen provided. The ascent was successful, but the hight reached was far below that at tained by Mr. Glaisher and his companion, as already recorded. A Fist Like a Sledge Hammer — Sebastian Muller is the name of a Swiss whose per ormance is thus described by tbe Register: “ Muller is twenty-five years old, five feet eight inches in hight, and tips the beam at one hun dred and ninety-eight and a half pounds. He is well built, with large and massive shoulders, and splendidly developed muscles on arms and chest. Taking a stone about six inches long, and of the usual cobblestone shape, he held it firmly with his left hand against an iron ball fastened to the top of a barrel. Then swinging his right arm around his head, he brought the hand down sideways with fearful force upon the stone, about two inches from the end. With a crack, the stone broke into several pieces, which flew oil' in different directions. The op eration was exactly similar to that of a black smith wielding a sledge hammer. Tho last stone broken was a nearly round, rough-tex tured piece of white quartz, such as is often found along country roads. This was also I shivered into pieces. Alter the perionuance, | MnPer’s ban 1 showed no sv-n qj ;Jj-. blows except a slight redneis,” ' A Paris Ghost. —A kind of successor 1 to the famous Cook Lane Ghost has been “ raised ” and run to earth in a rather dismal part of Paris. The apparition, the Paris cor respondent of the London Daily Telegraph was in the habit of making its manifestations near the lugubrious Champs de Navets, or " Turnip Field,” where the mangled remains of decapitated criminals are finally deposited after i the doctors have done with them. For the past fortnight the people who dwell near the ceme tery have been frightened by the “bogey,” which usually selected cloudy nights lor its walks abroad. The spectre was described as being of gigantic size, with long arms, and some market gardeners, who had passed near it in their carts during the small hours of the morn ing, said that one of their number had fired a whole pocketful oi bullets from a revolver at it without touching it. The inhabitants of the Ivry township became so terror-stricken that not one of them would venture near the grave yard at night. Legends and tales were being last concocted by the oldest inhabitants inorder to impress the younger people with a due idea of the thrilling experiences of their elders, and it was darkly hinted that the ghost might be the shade of one of the murderers whose debris find a resting-place in the Ivry graveyard. The more practical inspector of police of the district, however, regarded the ghost from a nineteenth century point of view; and when the mysterious movements of the gigantic figure with the long arms were brought to his cognizance, he shrewdly conjectured that the long arms were in search of something. He accordingly organ ized a razzia as if the ghost were a vulgar noc turnal prowler, and his men stationed them selves behind a clump of trees. Soon they saw the phantom rise from a grave and direct its steps toward a potato field close to the cemetery. Having unceremoniously climbed a wall.between it and the potatoes, the apparition proceeded to a hiding-place, whence it drew forth a hand cart, which it began to fill with potatoes. The policemen charged at the midnight potato-rob ber and handcuffed him. The apparition, en veloped in his winding-sheet, was then marched to the station house, where he was speedily identified as a juvenile delinquent of the parish who had already qualified himself for change of air beyond the seas by divers offences which he had planned with great ingenuity I A Very Intelligent Dog. —Lion was a huge Newfoundland, whose mistress lives in Boston, and who gives continual proofs of his immense sagacity. The following is a case in point: One day a lady called on Lion’s mistress. During her call Lion came in rather shyly, lay down on the parlor carpet, and went to sleep. The conversation ran on, and the visitor said finally: “ What a handsome New.oundland you have 1” Lion opened one eye. “Yes” said his mistress; “he is a very good dog, and takes excellent care of the chil dren.” Lion opened the other eye and waved his tail complacently to and fro along the carpet. “When the baby goes out he always goes with her, and I feel perfectly sure that then no harm can come to her,” his mistress went on. Lion’s tail thumped up and down violently on the carpet. “ And he is so gentle to them all, and such a playmate and companion to them, that we would not tike a thousand dollars lor him.” Lion’s tail now went up and down, to and fro, and round and round, with great and undis guised glee. “ But,” said his mistress, “Lion has one seri ous fault.” Total subsidence of Lion’s tail, together with the appearance of an expression of great con cern on his lace. “He will come in here with his dirty feet and lie down on the carpet, when I have told him time and again that he musn’t do it.” Here Lion arose with an air of the utmost de jection and humiliation and slunk out of the room, with his lately exuberant tail totally crest fallen. Such is the story as told. Lion is probably a dog after Sir John Lubbock’s own heart. A Humane Physician. —Sir Benjamin Brodie, who was a famous London physician thirty years ago, was high-minded, humane and reverently religious. His professional in come exceeded, for many years, sixty thousand dollars a year, .vet he was always liberal in his practice, and served the poor gratuitously. Sometimes he also bought medicine, and gave it to those who were too poor to pay for it. A gentleman sent to him an old servant, a woman, who had cut her finger with a chopper. The wound having been neglected until inflam mation set in, Dr; Brodie ordered amputation of the finger, and offered to perform it then and there. The old woman refused to consent to this, and the great surgeon said: “ Well, I will save your finger, but it will be a slow business, and the finger will never be of any use to you.” For six weeks he saw the patient twice a week at his own house, and saved the finger, though it was a useless member, as he had anticipated. On the evening ot the day he dismissed the patient, the gentleman whose servant she was called at the doctor’s house. He was shown into the dining-room, where the table was set for Sir Benjamin’s dinner, who had not yet returned from visiting his patients. A carriage presently arrived at the door, and the busy physician entered. “ What 1 you here ?” he exclaimed. “ I hope you don’t personally wish my aid.” “Not at all,” answered the gentleman, “but T wish to write a check for your kind services to my cook.” “ Write a check I Indeed, you shall do no such thing. Go home straight to your dinner, and leave me to mine.” ‘‘A friend in need is a friend indeed.” Such friend, is Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup, which should be in every family, it only costs 25 cents. Give it a trial. One bottle of Salvation Oil can change a fran tic victim of rheumatism into a dove of gentle ness. The Cause of Diphtheria. — Some light appears to have been thrown at last upon the origin of those mysterious cases of diph theria which occur every now and then without any apparent possibility of infection. Just as Dr. Klein has demonstrated that a slight dis ease in a cow may cause an epidemic of scarla tina among those who drink her milk, so Dr. George Turner, in a report just published by the London Local Government Board, has pro duced some considerable basis for the conclu sion that fowls, cats, sheep and other animals are liable to diphtheria, and may often commu nicate it. Every one who has kept poultry is familiar with the infectious disease known as tho “gapes,” so called from the constant gap ing of the animal affected by It. This is caused by an animal parasite ; but Dr. Turner tells us that very similar symptoms may be produced by fowl diphtheria, and he adduces several in stances in which the birds seem to have given the infection to human beings. Many a sup posed outbreak of “gapes” may have been a far more terrible enemy, and have produced fatal epidemics. On the other hand, children are believed to have repeatedly given diph theria to domestic cats. It Doesn’t Pay to Have a Loost Tongue. —Archduke John has been dismissed from the Austrian army, Tho measure has caused the greatest surprise, as the archduke is considered to be one of the most talented gen erals in the Austrian service. The archdude, who is a nephew of the emperor, was born in 1852. Until the date of his dismissal he held the rank of lieutenant-general and was in com mand ot the third division ot Austrian infantry. Some six or seven years ago he incurred the emperor’s displeasure by a remarkable namph lat on the state of the army, in which he merci lessly criticized the leading lights of the Aus trian war department, and held them up to con tempt and ridicule. He is regarded as one ol the cleverest officers of the army and as an able strategist, but he is perpetually getting into trouble on account of his satirical sayings and writings. He causes the greatest consternation in the imperial family by his marked radical and even socialistic proclivities, which he airs at all kinds of inopportune moments, and is at dag gers drawn with his cousin, the Crown Prince .Rudolph, of whose scientific pretensions he makes merciless lun. Why Junks Have Eyes. —Chinese junks and boats have eyes carved or painted on the bows, which are usually supposed to be a mere fanciful form of ornamentation. But they have a real meaning, as a recent traveler found. In going up one ot the rivers from Ningpo, he was startled one day by seeing a boatman seize his broad hat and clap it over oneot tho “eyes ”of the boat, while other boats on the stream were similarly blinded. Looking about for an explanation, he saw a dead body floating past, and ho was told by the boatman that if the boit had been allowed to “ see ” it some disaster would surely have happened either to passengers or crew before the voyage ended. Preserving Milk. —Milk requires to be kept in as cool a spot as possible, and is bet ter placed on stone shelves than on wooden. The use of a little carbonate of soda prevents it from turning sour, and, if too much is not used, has no injurious effect on the milk; a little cal cined magnesia answers the same purpose, and milk boiled with sugar also keeps some time. In Russia, milk has been preserved for a long period by slowly evaporating it over the fire un til it is reduced to a solid substance; this is then powdered and put into a bottle, which is oare lully sealed with wax. When required for use, it is dissolved in a proper quantity of water, and has then all the properties as well as the taste of milk. Chinese Papers. —ln San Francisco there are four journals regularly published in Chinese characters. By the Chinese method a good printer can produce only about 400 sheets a day. Five days work, therefore, is required to print an edition of 1,000 copies. The journals are printed with black ink upon single sheets of white paper, except on the Chinese New Year, when the printing is done with red ink or upon red paper.—Printers’ Register. An Old Question Settled. —The old question as to whether the upper part of a car riage wheel in motion goes along faster than the lower part, seems to have been settled by in stantaneous photography. In the photograph the outer ends of the upper spokes appear in distinct r>y reason 01 the motion, while the outer ends of the spokes in the lower part ot the wheel are photographed with distinctness. A Japanese Theatre. —There are two tiers Of Loxes, the lower of which is provided with sliding paper doors, forming small rooms like bathing machines. The pit is divided by low cross-bars into squares, reminding one of cattle pens, each capable of holding tour per sons comfortably, a Japanese family bent upon enjoyment engages a compartment for the I 1 ? a position suited to the purse—in th® middle ot tho house, it well-to-do; nearer to tho stage or to the back, according to tho scarcity of coin—and, having deposited clogs in th® yestiaire, take up a position with cushions, ket tle, tea things, smoking tray, and never move till midnight, except to pay visits to friends. A Japanese theatrical performance commences generally at early dawn, and lasts a dozen hours. Wood Eight Hundred Years Old.— An interesting relic of the first London Bridge, which was erected in the time of William tno Conqueror, has been dug up from the bed of the Thames in the course of some excavations which have been lately made at Botolph Wharf. This is a portion of one of the piles of the original bridge, which seems to have been oblong in section, instead oi square, according to modern ideas. The wood is almost black, and is oaky but although saturated with water and black ened with its eight hundred years of immersion in mud and water, it is still fit for service, and might possibly do duty for another eight ceH” turies. The Difference in Squalls. —A white squall is one which produces no diminution of light. This furious and dangerous gust appears in clear weather without any other warning than the white foam it occasions on the surface of the sea and a very thin haze. It ustrally breaks upon a vessel when she is totally unpre-'x. pared tor such a strain upon her canvas, and.. consequently proves one of the most dangerous foes of the sailor’s existence. A black squall Is far less dangerous, as it Is usually preceded by an accumulation ot dark clouds and accom panied by heavy rain. Time is thus given to trim sails and to avert peril. Bain as a Sanitary Agent. —Frequent and moderate rain, such as constitutes the char acteristic temperate climates generally, is the most effective of all sanitary agencies. It cleanses the ground, and, what is far more im portant it cleanses the air. The ammoniacal and other exhalations continually rising from decomposing animal and vegetable matter are all more or less soluble in water, and ar® largely removed by gentle rain. Beside these. a^sor^a carries down into rivers and thence to the sea the excess of carbonic acid ex® haled from our lungs, and prodifoed by our fires and lights. Odd Comrades. —A Scotch family, when staying in the North of Ireland lately* witnessed the following curious display of feel ing in animals not usually credited with feel ings. A boar-pig was in the habit every morn ing of going to the basket where a blind kitten of about, six weeks old was kept, allowing th® little thing to creep on to his back, and then taking it about and caring for it during the day. The kitten got its food at the same time as the pig, and at the same trough. In the evening the man who saw to the animals used to carry the kitten back to its basket to pass the night. Bunyan’s Commitment Warrant.—• Among the Chauncy collection of autograph® recently sold m England was the origin'al war rant under which Bunyan was arrested for th® third time and imprisoned tor six months, dur ing which time he is said to have written th® first part of “ The Pilgrim’s Progress.” The warrant is dated “March 4, 1674-5,” and ig signed by twelve justices, six of whom wera members of parliament and three of whom had originally committed him for the previous twelve years’ imprisonment. Bunyan in it ia described as a “ tynker.” An Ideal Priestess. -The black priest ess Hcinda, in the black belt of Mississippi, ia building up a strong theocracy. She claims to be inspired and demands unquestioning obedi ence in all things from her followers. She hold® that virtue is tho highest law of man’s nature, and her disciples must therefore lead very puro lives. She delivers inspired addresses which are listened to with rapt attention. Altogether she fulfills the ideal of the large number of negroes who incline to the supernatural, and are constantly on the lookout for a new dis pensation. Swallowed a Watch.— A man at Prague, Bohemia, swallowed a watch with a chain attached, which a joker had slipped into a glass of beer while the man’s back was turned. The metal, dissolved by the acids of the stomach, has poisoned that organ, and keeps it in an incessant state of fever, making him unable to retain food. The man has been dismissed from the Munich hospital as incura ble, and now lies in a hospital at Prague, kept alive by food artificially injected, waiting to see whether the watch will all dissolve or he will die first. The Only Bight Method.—No man, rich or poor, capitalist or laborer, can well afford to surrender totally his individuality and independence, or to surrender himself com pletely to dictation. He who unites to bind others ia himself bound as well. Sensible, courteous, and manly assertion of right, look ing to agreement rather than rude controversy and resistance—to reason rather than coercion —offers the only method of safe and lasting adjustment of jarring claims and interests. Paper Bipes. —Paper pipes have been in use in Vienna for carrying gas and water un derground, for months. Although only about half an inch thick, they will resist an internal pressure of 2,000 pounds per square inch. They are light, cheap, easily adjusted or repaired and are made after the manner followed in th® manufacture of fireworks. They are rolled from sheets, and while the rolling is’ in progress ar® treated with asphalt. When completed, they are lined with an insoluble enamel. An Autograph Fiend Tricked —lt U a very cold day when an autograph fiend get® the better of Lord Tennyson. A Londoner made a bet that he could get the poet’s auto graph, so he sat down and wrote a polite not® asking him which, in bis opinion, was the best dictionary in the English language—Webster’s or Ogilvie’s? By the next post came a half sheet of note paper on which was carefully pasted the word “Ogilvie,” cut out of the cor respondent’s own letter. Bruises in Wo id. —Bruises may be taken out of the wood-work of scientific instru ments by wetting with warm water. Then lay on the place brown paper about five layers thick, and apply a hot |iiat-iron until the mois ture be evaporated. ]f the bruise be not gone, repeat the process. If the bruise be small, merely soak it with warm water, and apply a red-hot poker near the surface. Keep the wood wet, and in a few minutes the bruise will dis appear. Good Advice. —Prince Bismarck haiS been writing good advice in an English “’Mees’a” album. The young lady petitioned the prince for bis autograph, declaring that a few lines of his handwriting would make her happy for life. So the Chancellor wrote on tho front page of the book, “Beware, my child, o: building castles in the air, for they are buildings which we erect so easily, yet they are the most difficult to demolish.” The Best of Mousers. —The most ac complished mouser that ever purred is but a sluggard compared with the barn-owl in de stroying rate and mice -a cat with wings, io fact, and a bird which ought to be rigorously protected. An empty barrel, fixed longitudin ally among the lower branches of an ivy-clad tree, will bo readily seized upon as a nesting place by any owls which may be in the vicinity,. To Take Frost Frim tie Ground.— German plumbers melt the frost out of th® ground by spreading a layer o* quick-lime, over which is put a layer of snow, and these layer® are repeated several times, acc >rdin ; to the ex tento' the frost. Next morning the ground is ready for pick and shovel. “Did n’t Know’t was Leaded ” May do for a stupid boy’s excuse; but what can be said for the parent who sees his child languishing daily and fail.' to recognize the want of a tonic and blood-purifier? Formerly, a course oi bitters, or sulphur and molasses, was the rule in well-regulated families ; but now all intelligent households keep Ayer’s Sarsaparilla, which is at once pleasant to the taste, and the most searching and effective blood medicine ever discovered. Nathan S. Cleveland, 27 E. Canton st., Boston, writes : “My daughter, now 21 years old, was in perfect health until a year ago w’hen she began to complain of fatigue, headache,'’ debility, dizziness, indigestion, and loss of appetite. I con cluded that all her complaints originated in impure blood, and induced her to take Ayer’s Sarsaparilla. This medicine soon restored her blood-making organs to healthy action, and in due time reestab lished her former health. I find Ayer’s Sarsaparilla a most valuable remedy for the lassitude and debility incident to spring time.” J. Castright, Brooklyn Power Co., Brooklyn, N. Y., says : “As a Spring Medicine, I find a splendid substitute for tho old-time compounds in Ayer’s. Sarsaparilla, with a few doses of Ayer’s Pills. After their use, I feel fresher and stronger to go through the summer.” Ayer’s Sarsaparilla, « PREPARED BY Dr. J. C. Ayer & Co., Lowell, Mass. Price JI; Six bottles, $5. WorUi »t> a bottle*.