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CHAPTER XIII. (Contistjeii.) Having no money at one time, I wa3 compelled to make a longer stay than I Intended at a new gold-field, where I fell In with a mate after ray own mind. We sunk a shaft, and got more gold than I had ever possessed; my share of a fortnight's work was two hundred and seventy ounces. I didn't like to keep so much gold about me, nor did my mate, so we gave It Into the charge of a man named Richard Falrley, who had opened a deposit bank. My mate took the gold to him, end brought back the receipt. I never set eyes on the man. He didn't act fairly to us, for one fine morning he made himself scarce, and I and my mate, aud a lot of others, had to whis tle for our gold and then It didn't come. We vowed Death to him if he ever crossed our path; and I got a description of him from my mate; a short, thin scoundrel, with iron-gray hair on his face, hanging almost from his eyes to hide his villainy I sug gested. However, we got more gold, and I saved over a hundred ounces, which I was not fool enough this time to part with. Well, we had pretty nigh worked out this claim, when I had a dream jot of my wife and child; no, of my old mother. It seemed to me that she , was dying before my eyes, and when I woke, and found, thank God! that I had been dreaming, the last sound I heard from her poor old lips, "Oh, Amos, my son, my son!" came to me with mournful significance. She had heen a good mother to me, and I had but ill repaid her by leaving her in er old age with no provision (as I now remembered for the first time, God forgive me), after these many years. I awoke in the dark, and I lay awake thinking until the sun rose; and in the darkness of that night I saw my duly clear before me. I resolved to go home, make the old woman comfortable tall my unjust and bitter feelings toward her had melted away), and then come back again, if necessary, and renew my search. You may say that I might have sent money home, and that that would have answered the purpose. So I might have done; but I thought that by going home I might perchance hear news of my wife and child. I had not written a line to my mother all these long years. Not that she could have read it, but she would have got a neigh bor to read it for her; and it occurred to me all of a sudden that in my haste and hot-headedne3s I had neglected the chance that might have restored to my arms those who were so precious to me. I astonished my mate in the morn ing when I told him I was going home. No inducement that he could offer was strong enough to hold me back, and that very day I was on my road to Mel bourne, with my gold in a belt, buckled round my waist. When I reached Mel bourne I was in no difficulty abcut a ship. Hobson's Bay was full of homeward-bound craft, and after running my eyes over the names, I selected The Rising Sun, a twelve-hundred-ton clip per, then lying off Sandridge, and to sail in a few days. How often have I thought that a special destiny must have led me to select that ship out of the large number that were advertised for London! I don't believe, as some believe, that our lives are ruled by chance. CHAPTER XIV. HE Rising Sun was a passenger ship, and was to take homo, besides pas sengers, a cargo of wool, hides, and gold. I thought I might as well save passage money; I had no mind to set up as a fine gentle man, and if I had shipped as a saloon passenger, as I might have done, having a few hundred pounds by me, I Bhould not have been able to keep my hands off the ropes. Knowing that homeward-bound sail ors were hard to get, I went to the ship ping office, and glad they were to obtain an able-bodied seaman like me among the crew. They took any cattle In those days, men were so loath to leave the gold fields. So there I was once more at my old trad I was soon at work, and set to vs a will, and with a lighter heart 'oan had beat In my body for many H long day past; though, mind you, I was not the man I had been before the great grief of my life had broken upon me. But I was glad to think that in a few months I should see my old mother again, and that It might be In my power to bring com fort to her bruised spirit; for the more I thought of my last interview with her, the firmer grew the conviction that I had deeply wronged and wound ed her. Not that I ever believed for one moment that my wife was false to me. No, no; I clung to that anchor of faith In her love and truth. It kept me from stranding on the rock of utter disbelief In human goodness. At the appointed time we sailed out of Port Philip Bay, with a fair wind. Nearly all the passengers came aboard the last day, and I saw but little of them, having enough else to do. We had aboard a hundred and sixteen souli, all told, made up in the follow ing manner: Passengers, sixty-one fy T men, eleven women, eighteen children; crew, twenty-six. For the first two or threo days all went well, but trouble was marching upon us. We got Into light easterly winds; about that time, also, the weather got slightly foggy. Scarcely any of the passengers were about as yet; the majority of them were below with sea sickness, and not one of the women had put in an appearance on deck. Tho fog beginning to Increase, and continuing to do so, a sharp look out for land was kept. We had been out now ten days, and I observed that the skipper was getting anxious. Neither was I easy in my mind. We were in the vicinity of dangerous rocks, not laid down as yet in the charts, and the fog, growing thicker and thick er, made our position more perilous. For myself, I had no fear of death, but a heavy weight was on my mind with respect to my old mother at home; and the desire to see her once more, and make amends to her for my harshness, grew stronger because of the danger wo were in. It was at this time that I made the acquaintance of two of our passengers; they were children, a boy and a girl. I was standing near the lookout, Btraln Ing my eyes to the eastward, where we supposed rock3 to be, when, looking down, I saw those children by my side. They were about the same ape, nine years old maybe. I placed my hand on the boy's head, and, stooping, gazed at the little fellow. He returned my look frankly. "Well, my man," said I, "and what may your name be?" "Bob," said he. His voice startled mo, and I gazed more searchingly at him. A beautiful face was his, with fair, curling hair and bright blue eyes, that made mine dim, and caused my heart to beat more quickly. All the old memories flowed back upon me like a strong tide; and but that I felt such a supposition would bo akin to madness, I might have en couraged the thought that by some miracle ray own son was standing by my side. "And yours, my little maid?" I said to the girl. "Pearl," she answered, in a voice clear as a bell, and which to my fancy resembled Bob's. "Then," said I, with a strange palpi tation, "Bob and Pearl are brother and sister." "Oh, no," they both replied in one breath. "But you ought to be," said I, kneel ing by them, so that my face might be on a level with theirs. "Bob has blue eyes, and so has Pearl; and you have light hair, too, both of you." They stood with their arms round each other's waists, Bob being the shyer of the two. We prattled together for as many minutes as I could spare from my duties, and I learned that they were in no wise related. Both their mothers were on the ship, they told me. "I haven't seen them on deck," said I. "Oh, no," said Pearl; "they have been ill, and are not well yet. I hate the sea I hate it!" And the little maid stamped her foot, and tears came into her eyes. "And you, Bob?" I asked. "Do you hate the sea?" "I'm fond of it," said Bob, "and I want Pearl to like It, but she won't. She says she wishes there wasn't any sea in the world. That's foolish, isn't it? But I wish it wasn't so dark." Stronger and stronger grew the spell upon me. "Would you like to be a sailor, Bob?" "I should," he replied, "if it wasn't so dark." I kissed the bright little fellow, and he kissed me. Wrapped up as I was in him, I saw that Pearl was hurt be cause I did not offer to kiss her. I would have kissed her then, but she kept me off. "No," she said, petulantly, "you love Bob best." I had no time for further parley. I rose to my feet, and, taking the chil dren by the hand, told them it was not safe for them to be on deck, and that they must go below. "We crept up," whispered Bob, glee fully, "without anybody knowing. Pearl was frightened, and I didn't want to come, till I made her. But then Pearl's a girl, and I'm a little man so mother says." The whole of that day no figure but the figure of Bob was in my mind, and I indulged in the maddest speculations. If my boy lived, he would be of the same age as this little fellow; and Robert was my father's name. I should have asked Bob further questions about his mother, but that I was afraid to shatter the unreasoning hope which a wild fancy had engendered. I saw no more of him or Pearl during that day, and when next I saw him Ah, me, let me not think of it. I must tell my story straight. The weather got wor3e instead of bet ter, and at night it was four bells in the first watch "Land!" was called. I was in the watch below at the time, and we were summoned on deck at once. The course we were steering was east by north, wind being northwest Orders were at once given to square away the yards, to clear the vessel for the land, and then for about half an hour we hove away southeast, and after that hauled up again to the eastward. In less thin forty minutes, however, we beheld the treacherous rocks straight ahead of us. As I saw the white waves whiter because of the darkness which surrounded us dash ing against them, I had no shadow of doubt that we were lost. Pitch dark it it was, but a sailor can see recks with out a light to guide him for the matter of that, I believe he can smell them and it does not need a Bailor's eyo to see the white foam from a raging sea dashed from an Iron boui.d shore back into the black waters. Many's the time I have seen tho spotless spray leaping up the sides of the rocks that line the foreign shores, and, curling back again in beautiful showers, laughing in the sun-sparkles that filled them with light, and made them look like millions o: living silver stars; but then the day3 were fine, and the sun was shining. It was different now. There was no sun and no moon, and the swell of the sea toward the shore came to my ears like the sound of muffled drums. The task we had before us now was to prevent The Rising Sun from set ting bodily toward the land; but the task was too much for us, and though we worked with a will we could not avoid our fate. The vessel hardly had steerage way, and the heavy southwest swell was driving her nearer and near er to the black rocks. By midnight she had become perfectly unmanage able; and all the passengers, being now alarmed and aware of their peril, wero on deck, keeping their feet as well as they could. I looked out on lee beam, and saw the land, like k fog bank, creeping nearer and nearer to us. In the midst of my duties I had striven hard, but without success, to discover Bob and Pearl, and it was while 1 was thinking of the land with a feelli.g of agony that a woman's voice, falling on my ea sent a 3hoek through me which curdled my blood. "Hush, my child hush!" were the pokea words; and It was my wife who uttered them to my boy. Dumb with a fearful Joy and amaze ment I turned toward the voice, when The Rising Sun came .crash against a sharp, jutting ro?k, and, if you will believe it, carried part of it away. In the midst of the cries of despair that accompanied the crash, I myself called out: "Ma bel! Mabel! give me my boy!" But my voice only added to the general tenor and confusion, and before we had time to recover ourselves, the ship lurched on to another point of rock, which carried away her spanker-boom and rudder. And now, dark as it was be fore. It grew darker. Ay, it was like the Egyptian darkness, for it could al most be felt, and The Rising Sun seemed to be slowly cutting her way through It, as If it were a substance. The two points of rock which the ves sel had ntruck formed the entrance to a huge water cave, and Into this cave we were now fatally working our way. This accounted for the increasing dark ness, for above us and before us were savage rocks, from the walls of which the thick slime was crawling down to the sea. This much I know, and this much I saw, but I was mercifully spared from the conscious knowledge of a great deal of the agony and terror of that awful night. The mlzzen-top-gallant mast coming down with tre mendous force, I was struck prone to the deck by it, and for a time I partial ly lost my senses. to i ronvrj J'i. THE CURFEW BELL. riiiliMloliiihlaiift II.iHten Home When 0 O'clock Conen. "Talk about Philadelphia being a slow place!" said the stove drummer to a Detroit Free Press writer, "It's all a mistake. The only time I was ever unable to hold my own in a crowd was In the Quaker city. I was sitting In the rotunda of a hotel there about 9 o'clock in the evening when a bell bagan to ring loudly somewhere near, and 1 jumped up and went out on the side walk to see If I could discover any signs of fire. When I got outside 1 saw everybody rushing along like mad and about fifty men came tearing intc the hotel at such a rate that they knocked me down on the sidewalk and came near trampling the life out o'. me. "I managed to crawl to my feet and hurried Inside, wondering if I would have time to get my trunk out. Every thing seemed to be quiet when I got in, and I asked a man who was smok ing a cigar If the fire was out. " 'What fire?" said he. " 'Wasn't the bell ringing for fire? I asked. " 'Oh. no,' said he. 'That waa oui curfew bell.'" Too Murh Reallam. There has come of late a change over the spirit of the novel. Its noble uses have, in far too many Instances, been vitiated by shameful abuses. From a healthful; fertilizing channel it has been turned 'into a noisome and nox ious sewer. Its standards of right and wrong have been abused. It is vil lainy that is now triumphant and hon esty that is crushed. It Is vice that Is now honored and virtue that is sneered at and Insured. The sane and healthy view of life no longer attracts tho writer; neither is it made attractive for the reader Rabbi Joseph Kraus kopf. At Gettriburg. Dusty Doollttle I left a leg at Gettysburg, mum. Kind Old Lady Here's a quarter, poor fellow. Tell me about it D. D There's not much to tell, mum. It was a wooden one, an' the enemy surprised us so suddint I didn't think to bring it with me, mum New York Tribune. The grace of the spirit codim only from heaven and lights up the wholi bodily presence. Spurgeon. lALMAGE'S SERMON. 'A QUEEN'S REIGN" LAST SUN DAY'S SUBJECT. Preached lit Ileatrloe, Nebraska, from the Hlble Text, "What Wilt Thou Queen Either?" Esther, Chapter V. Vctho III. Victoria Hat Done Some tivod Tallinn. HIS qu e a 1 1 o u, which was asked of a queen thousands of years ago, all civilized nations are this day asking of Queen Victoria. "What will thou have of honor, of reward, or rever ence, or service, of national and inter national acclamation? What wilt thou, the Queen of the nineteenth century. The seven miles of procession througn the streets of London day after tomor row will be a small part of the con gratulatory procession whose multi tudinous tramp will encircle the earth. The celebratlve anthems that win sound up from Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's Cathedral in London will oe less than the vibration of one harp string as compared with the doxologles which this hour roll up from all na tions in praise to God for the beauti ful life and the glorious reign of this oldest Queen amid many centuries. From five o'clock In the morning or 1S37, when the Archbishop of Canter bury addressed the embarrassed and weeping and almost affrighted glr of eighteen years with the startling words, "Your Majesty," until this six tieth anniversary of her enthronement, the prayer of all good people on all sides of the seas, whether that prayer be offered by the three hundred mil lions of her subjects or the larger num ber of millions who are not her sub jects, whether that prayer be solem nized in church, or rolled from great orchestras, or poured forth by military bands from forts and battlements and in front of triumphant armies all around the world, has been and is now, "God save tho Queen!" Amid the In numerable columns that have been printed in eulogy of this Queen at the approaching anniversary columns which, put together, would be literally miles long It seems to me that tho chief cause of congratulation to her and of praise to God has not yet been properly emphasized, and in many the chief key-note has not been struck at all. We have been told over and over again what has occurred In tho Victorian era. The mightiest thin? jh has done has been almost ignored, while she has been honored by having her name attached to Indi viduals and events for whom and for which she had no responsibility. We have put before us the names of potent nnri erandlv useful men and women who have lived during her reign, but I do not suppose that she at all helped Thomas Carlyle In twisting his in volved and mighty satires, or helped Disraeli in issuance of his epigram matic wit, or helped Cardinal Newman in his crossing over from religion to religion, or helped to inspire the en chanted sentiments of George Eliot and Harriet Martineau and Mrs. Browning, or helped to Invent any of George Cruikshank's healthful cartoons, or helped George Grey in founding a British South African Empire, or kindled the patriotic fervor with which John Bright stirred the masses, or had anything to do with the invention of the telephone or photograph, or the building up of the science of bacteriol ogy, or the directing of the Roentgen rays which have revolutionized sur gery, or helped In the inventions for facilitating printing and railroading and ocean voyaging. One is not to be credited or discredited for the virtue or the vice, the brilliance or the stu pidity, of his or her contemporaries. While Queen Victoria has been the friend of all art, all literature, all science, all Invention, all reform, her reign will be most remembered for all time and all eternity as the reign of Christianity. Beginning with that scene at five o'clock in the morning, in Kensington Palace, where she asked the Archbishop of Canterbury to pray for her, and they knelt down, imploring Divine guidance, until this hour, not only in the sublime Liturgy of her Es tablished church but on all occasions, she has directly or indirectly declared, "I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and in Jesus Christ, his only begotten Son." I declare it, fearless of contradiction, that the mightiest champion of Chris tianity today Is the throne of England. The Queen's book, so much criticised at the time of its appearance, some saying it was not skilfully done, and some saying that the private affairs of a household ought-not so to have been exposed, was nevertheless a book of vast usefulness from the fact that it showed that God was acknowledged in all her life and that "Rock of Ages" was not an unusual song in Windsor Castle. Was her son, the Prince of Wales, down with an illneis that baf fled the greatest doctors of England? Then she proclaimed a day of prayer to Almighty. God, and In answer to the prayers of the whole civilized world the Prince got well. Was Sebastopol to be taken and the thousands of be reaved homes of soldiers to be com forted, she called her nation to Its knees, and the prayer was answered. See her walking through the hospitals like an angel of mercy! Was there ever an explosion of fire damp in tho mines of Sheffield or Wales and her telegram waa not the first to arrive with help and Christian sympathy? Is President Garfield dying at Long Branch, and Is not the cable under the ea, reaching to Balmoral Castle, kept busy in announcing the symptoms of the suffered if I believe that no throne since tho throne of David and the throne of Hez- eklah and the throne of Esther has been in such constant touch with the throne o! heaven as the throne of Vic toria. From what I know of her habits, she reads the Bible more than sho does Shakespeare. She admires the hvmns of Horatio Bonar more than she does Byron's "Corsair." She has not knowingly admitted Into her pres pnre a eorrunt man or dissolute wo man. To very distinguished novelists and very celebrated prima donnas Biie has declined reception because, they were immoral. All the coming centur ies of time cannot revoke the advant ages of having had sixty years of ChrU tian womanhood enthroned In the palaces of England. Compare her court surroundings with what were the court surroundings In the time of Henry VIII., or what were the court surroundings in the time of Napoleon, in the time of Louis XVI.; In the time of men and women whose names may not be mentioned in decent society. Alas! for the revelries, and the worse than Bolshazzar feasts, and the more than Herodlan dances, and the scenes from which the veil must not be lifted. You need, however, in order to appre ciate the purity and virtuous splendor of Victoria's reign to contrast it some what with the gehennas and the pan demoniums of many of the throne rooms of the past and some throne rooms of the present. I call the roll of the queens of the earth, not that I would have them come up or come back, but that I may make them the background of a picture in which I can better present the present septenar ian, or soon to be an octogenarian, now on the throno of England, her example so thoroughly on the right side that Mn tho npnndal-moneers in all tho na tions in six decades have not been able to manufacture an evil suspicion in re gard to her that could be made to stick: Maria of Portugal, Isabella and Joanna of Spain, Catha rine of Russia, Mary of Scotland, Maria Tersea of Germany, Marie Antoinette of France, and all the queens of Eng land, as Mrs. Strickland has put them before us In her charming twelve vol umes; and while some queen may sur pass our modern queen in learning, and another In attractiveness of fea ture, and another In gracefulness of form, and another in romance of his tory,' Victoria surpasses them all in robility and grandeur and thorough q of Christian character. I hail her! the Christian daughter, the Christian wifp the Christian mother, the Chris tian Queen! and let the Church of God and all benign and gracious institu tions the world over cry out. as they come with music and bannered hust, and million-voiced huzza, and the bene dictions of earth and heaven, "What wilt thou, Queen Esther?" But as all of us will be denied at tendance on that sixtieth anniversary coronotion, I Invite you, not to the nn niversi:;.' of a coronation, but to a cor onation itself aye, to two coronations. Brought up as we are, to love as no other form of government that which is republican and democratic, we, liv ing on this side of the sea, cannot so easily as those living on the other side of the sea, appreciate tho two corona tions to which all up and down the Bible you and I are urgently invited. Some of you have such morbid ideas cf religion that you think of it as go ing down Into a dark cellar, or out on a barren commons, or as a flagellation; when, so far from a dark celler, It is a palace, and Instead of a barren com mons it is a garden, atoss with thc brlghtest fountains that were ever rain bowed, and instead of flagellation it is coronation, but a coronation utterly eclipsing the one whose sixtieth anni versary is now being celebrated. It was a great day when David, the little king who was large enough to thrash Goliath, took the crown at Rabbah a crown weighing a talent of gold and encircled with precious stones and the people shouted, "Long live the king!" It was a great day when Petrarch, sur rounded by twelve patrician youths clothed in scarlet, received from a sen ator the laurel crown, and the people shoutod, "Long live the poet!" It was a great day when Mark Antony put upon Caesar the mightiest tiara of all earth, and In honor of divine authority Caesar had it placed afterward on the head of the statue of Jupiter Olympus. It was a great day when the greatest of Frenchmen took the diadem of Charlemagne and put it on his own brow. It was a great day when, about an eighth of a mile from the gate of Jerusalem, under a sky pallid with thickest darkness, and on a mountain trammeled of earthquake, and the air on fire with the blasphemies of a mob, a crown of spikes was put upon the pallid and agonized brow of our Jesus. But that particular coronation, amid tears and blood and groans and shiver ing cataclysms, made your own corona tion possible. Paul was not a man to I6se,hh. equilibrium, but when that old missionary, with crooked back and in flamed eyes, got a glimpse of the crown coming to him, and coming to you, If you will by repentance and faith ac cept it, he went into ecstacles, and his poor eyes flashed and his crooked back straightened as he cried to Timothy, "There Is laid up for me a crown of righteousness," and to the Corinthians, "These athletes run to obtain a cor ruptible, .we an corruptible crown." And to the Thessalonlans he speaks of "the crown of glory," and to the Phil ipplans he says, "My joy and crown." The Apostle Peter catches the inspira tion and cries out, "Ye ehall receive a crown of glory that fadeth not away," and St John joins in the rapture and says, "Faithful to death, and I will give thee a crown of life," and elsewhere ex claims, "Hold fast, that no man take thy crown." Crowns! crowns! crownsl You did not expect, in coming here to day, to be invited to a coronation. You can scarcely believe your own ears; but in the name of a pardoning God and a sacrificing Christ, and a omni potent Holy Spirit and a triumphant Ksaven, I offer each one a crown for the asking. Crowns! Crowns! How toi get the crown? The way Victoria got her crown, on her knees. Although c-iaht duchesses and marquises, all In cloth of silver, carried her train, and tho windows and arches and roof or the Abbey shook with tho Te Deum or the organ In full diapason, she had to kneel, she had to come down. To get tho crown of pardon and eternal life, you wlli have to kneel, you will have to com down. Yea! History saya that at her coronation not only the entire assembly wept with profound emotion, but Victoria was in tears. So jow will have to have your dry eyes moistened with tears, in your case tears of repentance, tears of joy, tears of coronation, and you will feel like crying out with Jeremiah, "Oh, that my head were waters and mine eyes fountains of tears." Yes, she was dur ing the ceremony seated for awhile on a lowly stone called tho Lia Fail, which, as I remember it, as I have seen it again and again, was rough and not a foot high, a lowly and humble place In which to be seated, and if you are to be crowned king or queen to God forever, you must be seated on the Lia Fail of profound humiliation. Af ter all that, she was ready for the throne, and let me say that God Is not going to leave your exaltation half done. There are thrones as well as crowns awaiting you. St. John shouo edt "I saw thrones!" and again he said, "They shall reign forever and ever." Thrones! Thrones! Get ready for the coronation. But I Invite you not only to your own coronation, but to a mightier and the mightiest. In all the ages of time no one ever had such a hard time as Christ while he was on earth. Brambles for his brow, , expectoration for his cheek, whips for his back, spears for his side, splke3 ; for his feet, contumely for his name, ; and even in our time, how many say I v.a la nr. Christ at. all. and there are ' tens of thousands of hands trying to push him back and keep him down. ' But, oh! the human and satanic impo tency! Can a spider stop an albatross? Can the hole which the toy shovel of a child digs in the sand at Cape May swallow the Atlantic? Can the breath' of a summer fan drive back the Medi terranean euroclydon? Yes, when all the combined forces of earth and hell can keep Christ from ascending the throne of universal dominion. David the Psalmist foresaw that" coronation, and cried out In regard to the Messiah, "Upon himself shall his crown flour ish." From the cave of black basalt St. John foresaw it, and cried, "On hl3 head were many crowns." Now do not miss the beauty of that figure. There is no room on any head for more than one crown of silver, gold or diamond. Then what does the Book mean when it says, "On his head were many crowns?" Well, it means twisted and enwreathed flowers. To prepare a crown for your child and make her the "Queen of the May," you mighjt take the white flowers out of one par terre, and the crimson flowers out of another parterre, and the blue flowers out of another parterre, and the pink flowers out of another parterre, and gracefully and skillfully work thes four or five crowns into one crown of beauty. So all tho splendors of earth and heaven are to be enwreathed Into one coronal for our Lord's forehead one blazing glory, one dazzling bright ness, one overpowering perfume, one down flashing, up-rolling, out spread ing magnificence and so on his head shall be many crowns. He Wan Alive. The grenadiers of the famous "Old Guard" will never be forgotten in France as long as the memory of brave men shall live in the national heart. But some of them, at least, were as bright as they were brave, as the fol lowing trustworthy anecdote bears wit ness: One fine morning, after peace had been concluded between France and Russia, the two emperors, Napol eon and Alexander, were taking a short walk, arm in arm, around the palace park at Erfurt. As they approached the sentinel, who stood at the foot of the grand staircase, the man, who was a grenadier of the guard, presented arms. The emperor of France turned, and pointing with pride to the great scar that divided the grenadier's face, said: "What do you think, my brother, of soldiers who can survive such wounds as that?" "And you," answered Alexander, "what do you think of soldiers that can inflict them?" Without stirring an inch from his position, or changing the expression of his face in the least, the stern old gren adier himself replied gravely: "The man who did it is dead." He Got the Gold. Banks are so well able to protect themselves that most readers will en joy the following account of how an unsophisticated customer secured a slight advantage over one of them. We borrow the story from an English pa per. A poor Irishman went to the of fice of an Irish bank and asked for ohange in gold for fourteen one pound bank of Ireland notes. The cashier at once replied that the Cavan bank only cashed its own notes. "Then yould ye gie me Cavan note for these?" asked the countryman in his simple way. "Certainly," said the cashier, hand ing out the fourteen notes as desired. The Irishman took the Cavan notes, but immediately returned them to the official, saying, "Would yle gie me gold for these, sir?" And the cashier, caught in his owi trap, was obliged to do It If the landed surface of the globe were divided and allotted In equal shares to each of its human Inhabit ants, it would be found that eaca would get a plot of 23Va acr'