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VOLUME II.
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WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.
BY H. CLAY PREU88.
FOR pleasure or pain, for weal or for woe,
1
I'is the law of our being—we reap what we BOW.
We may try to evade them—may do what wc
will—
But our acts, like our shadows, will follow us still.
The world is a wonderful chemist, be sure,
And detects in a moment the base or the pare
Wo may boatl of our claims to genius or birth,
But the world takes a man for just what he's
worth.
Wc start in the race for fortune or fame.
And then when wc fail the world bears the blame
But nine times in ten, 'tis plain to be seen,
There's a screw somewhere loose" in the human
machine.
Arc yon wearied and worn in this hard earthy
strife?
T)o yon yearn for affection to sweeten yonr life?
Hi-member this great trnth has often been proved—
We must make ourselves lovable would we be
loved.
Ttio' life may appear as a desolate track,
'Yet tile bread that we cast on the waters comes
back
This law was enacted by Heaven above,
That like attracts like and love begets love.
Wc are proud of our mansions of mortar and
stone,
In our gardens are flowers from every zone
Hut the beautiful graces that blossom within
Grow shriveled and die in the Upas of sin.
We make ourselves heroes and martyrs for gold
Till health becomes broken and youth becomes
old
Ah 1 did wc the same for beautiful love.
Our lives might be music for angels above.
We reap what we sow— oh. wonderful troth!
A truth hard, to learn in the days of our youth
But at last it shines out as the hand on the
wall,"
For the world has its debit and credit for all.
Industrial Age.
THE BABY'S PERIL.
A she gasped, in a strange,
harsh, cracked voice and, as I started
and looked up from my work, there was
ray wife coming toward me, with her
arms stretched out, her eyes fixed and a
horrible, ghastly look upon her white face,
that made me drop my spade and run to
meet her. I caught her just as she was
falling, when her eyes closed and she gave
a shiver that seemed to shake her whole
body.
1 his was soon after we had settled out
in the up country, and there was only an
other hut here and there in those days
but, after years of knocking about at home,
trying to get an honest living and never
succeeding, we had to make up our minds
to try Australia, and here we were, living
in a log hut I had put together for my
self, shepherding and doing what little I
could in the shape of gardening, for that
being my right trade, with all the beauti
ful rich soil lying fallow, it did seem a
sin not to have a turn at it so, getting
what seeds I could from Sydney, and add
ing to the few I had in my chest, I man.
aged to make quite a little Eden of the
bit of land I broke up around our hut.
We were not saving money, not to any ex
tent, but there was a roof over our heads,
and no rent to pay, lots of vegetables
our own planting, and not costing any
thing, plenty of work to do, and, one
bort and another, always plenty to
cat so that, after what we had
gone through in England, you may be
sure we were willing to put up with such
inconveniences as fell to our^share, and,
as a matter of course, there were things
to encounter out there in what some peo
ple would call a wilderness, though it was
a wilderness that blossomed like a rose.
There were times when we were in dread
oi^the blacks, who had some very queer
things here and there about then the
place was terribly lonely, and out of the
way if you wanted a doctor and Mary
used to joke me because I never could
get a pint of beer, but I found I could
get on just as well without it, and, my
word! what a capital cup of tea we had
out there.
Well, Mary came out to me that day
looking so horribly ghastly that, being
naturally too fast at fancying troubles in
advance, I saw directly half a score of
blacks coming to spear us, and some of
them knocking out the children's brains
with their clubs—and not the first time
either—but in a few moments the poor
pirl opened her eyes and began to stare
about her. There were no blacks to be
seen. Little Joe was sitting in the path
playing, and, though I looked along the
edge ot the wood behind the house, I
could see no signs of danger so I began
to see she must have been taken ill, and
turned over in my own mind how I
should get help for her.
Just then her face grew contracted
again as her thoughts seemed to go back,
and, gasping once mors, "Harry, Harry,"
she gave another shudder and said, The
baby—a snake!"
I could not see myself, but I know I
turned pale, all the blood seeming to rush
to my heart, for if there is anything
which I am afraid it is a snake, even
going so far as to dislike eels, of which
there were plenty in the river, close at
hand.
1 don't know how we got there, but the
next thing 1 remember is standing at the
hut window, with Mary holding little
Joe tight in her arms, and me looking
through at the cradle where our little
thing of nine months old was lying and
my heart seemed to be turning to ice as I
saw nestled in the foot of the cradle, partly
hidden in the blanket, and with some
its horrible coils in full sight, and its
head resting upon them, the largest snake
I had seen since I had been in the coun
try. The feeling was somewhat awful,
and I stood there for a few minutes lean
ing upon the round handle of the hoe I
had caught up, not able to move, for my
eyes were fixed upon the head of that hid
eous beast, and I expected every moment
that the baby would wake and make some
movement sufficient to irritate the snake,
and then I felt that the little thing
must die.
What should I do? I asked myself as
the horrible feeling of helplessness wore
off. If I crept in and reached the cradle
side unheard, I dared not chop at the
beast for fear of injuring the child, for I
could see that some of the folds lay right
across it. I dared not make a noise, lest
the next moment the child should wake
as well as the reptile, for I knew the ra
pidity with which the reptiles could
wreathe fold after fold around the object
they attacked while if of a poisonous
nature they strike in an instant. Thoughts
came swiftly enough, but they were una
vailing, for to wait till the baby woke or
to go in and attack the snake, seemed
equally dangerous. Even if I made a
slight noise the danger seemed as great,
since, though the snake might wake first
and glide off, the probabilities were just
as great that the child might wake at the
same. time.
And so I turned over the chances again
and again, my eyes all the while fixed
upon the two sleeping occupants of the
cradle, whose pleasant warmth had evi
dently attracted the reptile.
*'1 went in and saw it there," whispered
my wife and then, without taking my eyes
for an instant from the snake, I whispered
the one word gun," and she glided from
my side.
I did not know then, but she told me
afterward, how she had carried the little
boy to a distance and given him some
flowers to play with while she crept back
to the hut, and reaching in at the kitchen
window brought me my gun, for I had
not stirred. And now, as I grasped the
piece in my hand, knowing as I did that
it was loaded, it seemed of no use, for I
dared not fire 1 ut with trembling hands
I felt in my pockets to see if there was a
bullet in them, and then, softly pulling
out the ramrof", I unscrewed the cover of
the worm, drew' the wadding, reversed the
piece and let the shot fall pattering out,
when I softly forced down the bullet upon
the powder, examined the cap and stood
ready, waiting for a chance fori thought
that the shot might have scattered, and if
ever so little might have injured the
child instead of its enemy.
And there we stood for quite half an
hour, watching intently that horrible
beast completely ne&tled in the blanket,
expecting momentarily that the baby
would awake, while my hand trembled so
that I could not hold the gun steady. One
minute I was thinking that I had done
wrong in changing the charge, the next
minute that I was right, then I fancied
the gun might miss fire, or that I might
slay my own child. A hundred horrible
thoughts entered my mind before little
Joe began to cry out to his mother, and
she glided away while I muttered to my
self, "Thank Heaven!" for she was
spared from seeing what followed.
As if at one and the same moment the
child and the snake woke up. I saw the
baby's hand move, and its little arms
thrown out, while from the motion be
neath the blanket I knew that it must
have kicked a little. Then there was a
rapid movement in the cradle, and as I
glanced along the gun-barrel, taking aim,
there was the whole of the horrible rep
tile exposed to view, coil gliding on coil,
as it seemed to fill the whole cradle had
my gun been charged with shot I should
have fired so as to have disabled some
parts of its body but with only a single
bullet I felt that the head must be the
part attacked when opportunity offered.
Glide, glide, glide, one coil over another,
quickly and easily, as it were, untying its
knotted body, while now the head slowly
rose from where it had been lying and
crept nearer and nearer to the child's face,
the forked tongue darting in and out and
playing rapidly on either side of its hid
eous mouth. I could see the glance of
the snake's eyes, and expected every mo
ment to hear the little one shriek in ter
ror as the lowered head rested over her
breast. But no, the child lay perfectly
still for a few minutes, and then I stood
trembling in every limb as I saw the
snake'a head drawn back, and then begin
to sway to and fro, and from side to side,
the glistening neck of the beast gently un
dulating, whilst the tongue still darted in
and out of the dreadful-looking mouth.
.Now was the time when I should have
fired, but I was too unnerved and laying
down my gun I se'zed my hoe, meaning
to attack the beast with its stout handle
but my hand fell paralyzed at my side as
I saw the little one in the cradle smile
and laugh at the gently-undulating head
of the snake while, as the agony grew
to be greater than I could bear, in seeing
the little white hands try to catch at it as
it swayed to and fro, my powers seemed
to come back. I snatched up the gun,
and as the snake's head was drawn back
preparatory to striking I pulled the trig
ger, when the sharp crack of the percus
sion cap alone followed—perhaps provi
dentially, for in my trembling state I
might have injured the child. Then I
saw a rapid wreathing of the coils in the
cradle, and as the tail of the snake glided
over the side everything around me
seemed to swim, and I tried to catch at
the wall of the hut to save myself from
falling.
But that soon went off, and gazing in at
the window I tried to make out the
whereabouts of" my enemy, as I recapped
and tapped the gun, so that the powder
might run up nipple.
The snake was nowhere to be seen, and
darting in I seized the child and carried
it out to its mother, when, now feeling
relieved of one horrible calamity, I ob
tained my shot-pouch from the kitchen,
rammed down a charge upon the bullet,
and cautiously went in search of the rep
tile.
I knew he must still be in the part of
the hut we used for a sleeping place, and
after cautiously peering about I came
upon the hole where it had taken refuge
—an opening between the roughly-sawn
planks laid loosely down to form a floor
while, unless there was an outlet beneath
the woodwork, I felt that the beast must
be there and to make it more probable,
there was our cat, that we had bought a
kitten in Sydney, gazing with staring
eyes down at the hole.
Just then I heard a soft rustling be
neath my feet, and as I looked down I
could see between the two boards the
scaly body gliding along. The next mo
ment there came the loud report of the
gun, the place was full of smoke, there
was a loud scuffling noise, and as I
looked down between the boards where
the charge had forced a passage through
there was no sign of the snake.
Harry, Harry!" shrieked my wife just
then, and on rushing out there was the
beast writhing about in the path, evi
dently badly wounded, while some crushed
down flowers by the hut wall showed
plainly the place of communication. I
never saw a snake writhe and twist as
that creature did, but I was too excited
then to feel afraid, and a few blows from
the butt end of my gun laid it so that
there was only a little movement left in
its body, which did not stop for an hour
or two after I had cut off its head with
an ax.
I should have liked to skin the beast,
but I could not master my horror. I
measured it though fourteen feet three
inches long it was, and as thick as my
arm while as to its weight I saw the cra
dle rock to and fro heavily as it glided
over the side.
Snakes are scarce now in these parts
for there isn't a man in Queenland that
does not wage war against them, and
where there was one settler then there are
scores now.
A RUTLAND (Vt.) farmer who had a col
for sale the other day let a couple
young men drive off a little distance to
try him, they leaving $100 and a
gold" watch for security, but they have
not returned, while the watch turns out to
I be oroide and the money queer."
*,
Social Relations in France*
E liens which bind relations together
are close and strong hence the prudence
exercised by parents in the choice of a
husband for their daughter, or a wife for
their son. The man who marries the
daughter also marries her family, to the
cousin-german. The parents look at a
possible husband for their daughter with
a View to a close and constant association
and they exercise a vigilant watch lest her
affections should become engaged in a
quarter not approved by them. The
parental authority is admitted to such an
extent that if the young man were to pro
pose a marriage to their daughter with
out consulting them he would be held as
a dishonorable man the proposition is
made to them, and they give the answer,
in some instances without the daughter's
knowledge. This brings about solidarity
in the family, composed of members pre
disposed to kindliness and sympathy,
and it also gives rise to uneasiness when
a new element is presented for admission,
lest it should disturb harmony. Through
intimacy and sympathy they have accom
modated themselves to each other's hab
its and caprices, and have succeeded in
living in the same groove. The French
are much attached to their habits, the
proof of which is, that they can never en
tirely accommodate themselves to those of
other lands, but after a season of nostalgia
return to those of their native country.
This tenacity to habit sometimes assumes
a form that is ludicrous. Matrimonial
propositions have been refused because
the candidate disliked the game of be
zique or the novels of Dumas. A possible
marriage connection with a foreigner of
different religion and race is regarded
with disfavor, and the daughter is kept
away from such temptation by general
holding aloof from foreign intercourse.
There is much going to and fro be
tween family connections in France, in
the way of dinners, breakfasts, and quiet
parties of pleasure. Besides the social
intercourse, there are close relations in
practical affairs. If a member of the
family entertains a proposition in a mat
ter of business, it is submitted to his wife,
and probably to all his immediate con
nections, before it is decided upon. This
is in striking contrast to the American,
who often concludes affairs involving the
half of his fortune without his wife's
knowledge. It is carried to an extent that
is wearisome in France.—Albert Rhodes,
in Galaxy for May.
Bound to Get Married.
ON the 20th of March last a wedding
came off in Adams street, where a Miss
H. married a gentleman from Hamilton.
The young lady, aged twenty-four years,
was as attractive as any in our city. She
was accomplished, well educated, refined,
and came from a respectable family, who,
however, did not possess a sufficient
amount of filthy lucre, commonly called
greenbacks, goods, chattels, etc., to rank
among the upper tendom. The father had
once been a farmer and a deputy sheriff of
this county. The young lady had once
been married, but from incompatibility
of temper, or some other of the many ex
cuses so prevalent at the present time, had
obtained a divorce from her husband and
a moiety of $5,000. This, however, only
filled the void in her aching heart for a
time, an8 she cast about for a lover.
Fortunately or otherwise, a gay young
bank cashier then formed her acquaint
ance, which soon ripened into an engage
ment—we cannot say love. Now this
young man enjoyed the reputation of hav
ing jilted other fair young damsels, and
this came to the ear of his betrothed.
She determined she would not be out
done by him in case he failed to come to
time. The night for the wedding was
fixed for the 2.7th. But a few days previ
ous to the appointed time a mysterious
dispatch comes from Pennsylvania call
ing our gay cashier to that State. Ru
mor says that it came through the influ
ence of the relations of the young man,
who, being rich and aristocratic, are op
posed to the match as a natural conse
quence. We have understood that it is a
rule among the nobility of our land, as
unalterable as the laws of the Medes and
Persians, that none of noble or blue"
blood snail mate with plebeians. In the
estimation of our cashier's blue-blood rel
atives the expectant bride was plebeian,
and the law must not be trangressed.
Inamorata is shown the dispatch and
informed by the lover that he will surely
be back before the day named. He bids
her a fond farewell, and with treachery
in his heart and his love in his coat-tail
pocket he hies him away to the lord of
the "dusky diamonds." The fair lady
mistrusts her Leander (that is not his
name, but it is near enough) and accord
ingly telegraphs to Mr. H., of Hamilton,
to be on hand on the evening of the 26th,
and if the absent lover does not appear
she will make him (Mr. H.) happy. The
Pennsylvania lover soon telegraphs that
the wedding must be postponed—that he
cannot reach home in time. But the
wedding didn't postpone. The guests
assembled, the bride waited patiently—
the hour arrived—the minister stood
waiting—friends were anxious to con
gratulate her, and she was anxious to be
congratulated. Mr. H. takes the place of
Mr. T. (oh! Mr. Cashier, we mean), and
all went merry as a marriage bell. The
happy couple were congratulated and
went off on their wedding tour, the old
shoe was thrown after them and quiet
reigned supreme. Now the absent lover
whose love was conquered can return
and prepare for other and more brilliant
conquests.—Syracuse (N. Y.) Courier.
A Balloon Adventnre.
CAPT. G. BABBIER made the second as
cension with his silk balloon, "L
Secours," yesterday afternoon, from
Woodward's Gardens. The entire after
noon was occupied in inflating the
monster, and when it left on its sail in
the air contained about sixty thousand
feet of gas. At half-past three o'clock
everything was in readiness and the pas
sengers took their seats in the car. They
were Miss Marie Gaugain, Miss Alice
Burrington, sixteen years of age, daugh
ter of A. C. Burrington August Bulslay,
Wm. Marriott, Joseph Erwin, H. Guisou
laphe, and the aeronaut, G. Barbier. One
false start was made, and at forty-six
minutes past three o'clock Barbier gave
his command, "All hands let go," anlthe
balloon shot up like a rocket, and con
tinued quickly on its course across the
city to Hunter's Point, rising to a height
oi 1,600 feet, going in a southerly direc
tion, and then turning round skimmed
across the bay, being at a point opposite
San Leandro in twenty-one minutes after
starting from the gardens. A carrier
pigeon was here let out of the basket
with a dispatch stating that a pleasant
trip had been enjoyed, and closing, "Tell
fMern
ATS" I N E E N E N N E W S A E
WORTHINGTON, NOBLES CO., MINN., SATURDAY, MAY 2, 1874.
our friends we died happy." The pigeon
swung round, and then dropped into the
water. Thirty minutes after leaving the
gardens the excursionists were inland
about ten miles west of Alameda. Some
cuss in Alameda tried his aim, and fired
a shot at the balloon the sound was dis
tinctly heard by all in the car. In Ala
meda, Barbier, against the protests of
Buislay, opened the valve when the car
was within two hundred and fifty feet of
the ground.
A strong wind was blowing at the
time, and the balloon was going at the
rate of a mile a minute. Buislay said it
would not be safe to land, and protested
so strongly against it that four bags of
ballast were thrown out, and the balloon
rose seven hundred feet, skimming along,
and passed over Alameda. Thirty-eight
minutes from the time of starting the an
chor was dropped, with one hundred feet
of rope, being at the time about two miles
directly west from San Leandro. The an
chor dragged for about an eighth of a
mile, caught on a fence, which was bro
ken to pieces, and then caught on a
shanty occupied by Murillo, on the Estu
dillo ranche, the wjndows and sash of the
house being torn out.
The rope, one and a quarter inches
thick, broke next and the balloon bounded
up suddenly a distance of four hundred
feet. Mr. Irwin heard a quick snap and
a tear, and, on looking up, discovered a
large opening in the balloon, and the
verdict was promptly announced that
"The balloon was burst." Orders
were then given for all hands to
get to the bottom of the bas
ket, as close as possible. The car came
down slanting, with terrible velocity,
struck the ground heavily and capsized.
The wind again sent the balloon up, and
the seven occupants, huddled together un
derneath the basket with ropes and sand
bags, were dragged for three hundred
yards, rolling on top of each other, and
being squeezed and jammed as though
they were sardines, and utterly helpless.
The balloon at this time was in the
grounds of the county hospital at San
Leandro. The lives of the seven excur
sionists were saved by the timely arrival
of parties in the hospital, who ran to their
rescue, caught the car, turned it over, cut
it from the balloon, and extricated the
occupants. Mr. Irwin was the first to be
helped out, and he in turn helped Buis
lay, whose arm was caught in one of the
rings attached to the car. Miss Gaugain
was the last out, being the undermost.—
San Francisco Alta, April 14.
A Musical Prodigy.
IN the advance sheets of Benham's Mu
sical Review for May a sketch of unusual
interest is given in the history of a mu
sical prodigy, named Rose Mansfield Ev
ersole, who is but four years and seven
months of ape. She is a native of Indi
ana, bnrn in Washington.Daviess Co., Ind.,
at present living in Dayton, Ohio. The
first evidence given by her of any pecul
iarly marked musical organization oc
curred as early as when she was but four
months old, when she invariably gave
every token of deiight in both vocal and
instrumental music. This continued to
increase with each day. of her life. When
she was seven months old her mother
would place her before the keyboard of the
piano, a circumstance which always filled
her with the liveliest satisfaction. While
thus seated she never pounded the keys
after the ordinary infantile manner, but
touched them one at a time in short ar
peggios, and always in harmony. There
has never been the least semblance of
teaching bestowed upon her, it having
been wisely decided by her parents to let
her take her own course in all matters re
lating to music. One day, shortly after
this, her mother, hearing her crying, asked
her what the matter was. The little one,
wiping away the tears, sobbed out:" Mam
ma, I tant did 'gin a body." She had
heard Coming Thro' the Rye," and in
trying to arrange it for the piano met
with no slight difficulty, as may easily be
imagined. During that year she gradual
ly improved, and toward the close of it
arranged and played the March in Nor
ma," which she had heard and which
struck her young fancy. When she was
about two years and three months old she
played the old tune Amsterdam" cor
rectly at the first attempt, and without a
single particle of instruction.
She composed when but three years old
"My First Polka," the "Rose Bud
Waltz" when only a month older, a son
ata and a march when four years of age
all of these pieces being published in the
May number of the Review. If a tune be
sung to her, she will immediately repro
duce it upon the piano without hesita
tion and without hunting about for it.
No matter how far apart two given tones
may be, it makes no difference to her
she will give them Immediately. Vocal
music is a source of great delight to her.
She attended the opera by the Kellogg
troupe last fall, and "heard the "Bohemian
Girl." This performance inspired her
with perfect enthusiasm, and on her re
turn home she sang and played I
dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls," try
ing to imitate Louise Kellogg even in the
final trill and high tone introduced in the
cadenza. "Faust" also pleased her
freatly,anddplayed
an she remembered the Flower
ong," it the next day. The
writer of the article in Benham's Review
states that he has seen the prodigy, and
knows whereof he writes. In conclusion
he says: As we have already hereinbe
fore stated, no "forcing" process has
been, or will be, resorted to by the parents
of this little prodigy, but nature will be
permitted to work her own perfect work.
That she is inspired by a genius almost
unparalleled is a fact needing no argu
ment in confirmation, and that this
genius, if genuine, as it needs must be
to work such glorious results thus prema
aturely, will bring forth its full fruition,
is as certain.
IT would save a good deal of trouble if
men who marry clandestinely would leave
some clew by which those who survive
them could ascertain to whom their
property belonged. Col. Phillips, of
Pittsburgh, by neglecting that precaution,
has lett a peck of trouble for his relatives.
He died recently and left considerable
property, and his brother and sister were
about to take possession of it when two
young men stepped up and claimed to be
the legitimate issue of Col. Phillips, he
having been married secretly to their
mother many years ago. As Col.
Phillips has always been supposed to be
a bachelor this revelation has produced a
profound sensation.—Chicago Times.
E Cincinnati Enquirer offers to bet
five hundred dollars that no fashionable
lady ever goes to bed without first look
ing in her glass, and a rival is willing to
risk the same sum that no Cincinnati ed
itor ever goes to bed without drinking
out of his.
CURRENT ITEMS.
LEAD astray—Bullets that don't hit the
mark.
A NORWALK (Conn.) cat, bereaved of
her kittens, has adopted five young chick
ens.
STEPPING with the bare feet on an oil
cloth at two a. m. rarely fails of suggest
ing new figures of speech.
WHAT a relief, Jones thinks, it must be
to ladies of an uncertain age to know that
they may at least be cre-mated.
A DUBUQUE girl received three pounds
of candy and a serenade by starting the
story that she had fallen heir to $40,000.
To CLEAN a browned porcelain kettle,
boil peeled potatoes in it. The porcelain
will be rendered nearly as white as when
new.
SOME one has stolen the silver brick
which Nevada was going to present to
the English Capt. Lorraine.—Detroit Free
Press.
IT is good ground for divorce in St.
Louis if a wife finds 113 love-letters from
a red-headed woman in her husband's
pocket.
E RE is a large willow tree at Box
ford, Mass., a hundred years old, which
has grown from a cane casually stuck in
the ground.
A RICHMOND paper thinks that the mov
ing of the mountains in North Carolina
must be owing to the increase of faith in
that region.
BOBBS complains that his wife is an in
flationist. She blows him up every day,
and makes him circulate until he actually
feels that he is beyond redemption.
I a Kentucky man will shoot his best
friend in a dispute about a fifty-cent um
brella, what would he do in case some
one drove his best cow to the pound
A TWO-YEAR-OLD heifer in Johnston, R.
I., recently climbed on a low shed and
from thence to a barn, and walked the
ridge-pole—and came down again safely,
A MAINE debating society is now wrest
ling with the question: Is a Sabbath
school Superintendent justified in wear
ing a red neck-tie?"—Boston Transcript.
A MAN in Boston, in his hurry to assist
a fainting lady, got a bottle of mucilage
instead of camphor, and bathed her face
with it. She was a good deal stuck up
with his attention.
A N E W YORK paper says that a Vir
ginia mule is two pegs above a New York
Coroner in point of intelligence and sa
gacity, though it doesn't want to hurt any
Coroner's feelings.
DR. DIO LEWIS asserts that smokers
are morose. This is because, during one
of his dull lectures a few weeks ago to a
small audience of tobacco punishers,
more rose and left than stayed.—Mtmphis
Avalanche.
E body of a woman lately deceased
in New York is to be exhumed for the
purpose of testing the question as to
whether she was poisoned. Supposing,
now, she had been burned instead of bur
ied, Messrs. Cremationists
SOME melancholy man with a turn for
arithmetic has calculated that the people
who died in Philadelphia last year
would have made a procession one mile
long, marching ten abreast. What a loss
to the centennial!
Quiz looked mournfully at his indigo
colored dish of potatoes the other morn
ing, and admitted that times were bad
and the potato-bug flourishing, but that
he didn't think it was manly to look so
blue about it.—Cincinnati Times.
A BOSTON paper wonders why a mem
ber of Congress who recently spoke with
so much feeling of the hay-seed in his
hair" and oats in his throat" forgot to
complete the diagnosis of the case by al
luding to the rye in his stomach.
W EN a Sheriff down in Vermont, in
opening the County Court, the other day,
cried: "All persons having causes or
matters pending therein draw near, and
they shall be heard, and God save the
people!" he was a satirist and didn't
know it.
A LADY in Lake City, Fla., has grow
ing in her garden a genuine cork tree
thirty feet high, the bark on which is suf
ficiently thick to make bottle corks.
There is also in the same garden a gen
uine black pepper bush, which yields
regularly a full crop of the berries.
AN interesting new member of the Bos
ton Young Men's Christian Association is
a Newfoundland dog, who got one of his
fore-paws crushed the other day, and hob
bled past several other buildings to that
of the association, walked up stairs to the
library and held out his maimed paw in a
pitiful way. He was adopted, and given
surgical treatment gratis.
E Boston Herald tells a story of a
Montana man" who, while dining in
Philadelphia, drank the water from a
finger-bowl, mistaking it for lemonade,
and the New Northwest says, incidentally,
that the story has been going the rounds
of the press for several weeks." We don't
know how long it has been going the
rounds of the press we know simply that
it started about two weeks after finger
bowls were invented.—Courier-Journal.
A PLAYFUL HORSE.—About three weeks
ago, as the engineer of the morning pas
senger train going west on the Detroit &
Milwaukee Road had reached a point
three miles beyond the junction, he saw a
horse on the track ahead. He tooted"
at the animal, but the horse waited until
the locomotive was at his heels and then
turned and ran. The bell rang and the
whistle screamed, but the horse kept the
track for a full mile and then leaped off
and let the iron monster rush past him.
He was there next morning to repeat the
same operation, and continued it with the
greatest regularity until Wednesday morn
ing. He then extended the race further
than usual, being in unusually good
spirits. Coming to a cattle-guard he hesi
tated an instant before making the jump,
and the cow-catcher caught him. He was
in the air making the leap when he was
struck, and thrown as high as the smoke
stack, but came down in a pond of water,
and was seen to jump up and gallop off
as if unhurt.—Detroit Free Press.
A SOPHOMORE who is studying to fit
himself to become a missionary, and who
is a very exemplary youth, expected a
sister from home to visit him the other
day. Some of his mischievous classmates
happened to hear of this, and while he
was gone to the train to meet his sister
they entered his room and strewed about
it sundry empty bottles marked Old
Rye," ponies," cigar boxes and holders,
hand-bills relating to entertainments ot
doubtful propriety, and other little orna
ments generally found in the abode of our
somewhat dissipated. When the happy
brother and sister entered the room she
was astonished and grieved, but not more
so than he. With crimson face he essayed
an explanation, but the sudden entrance
of a classmate, ejaculating, "Lend me
your pony, Jack," followed soon after by
another with "Give me a pipeful of
tobacco,? and similar requests put a period
to his efforts. It was not until the next
day that the injured youth was able to
convince his relative that he had been
made the victim of a practical joke.—
New Haven Union.
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How Celestial Culprits Are Punished.
The Mandarin of Pekin, who corre
sponds in point of power with an Ameri
can Trial Justice, only clothed with a lit
tle more summary jurisdiction, adminis
ters justice morning and evening every
day in his own house. Attended by his
Secretary and inferior officers, some of
whom bear iron shackles and others pan
tsees, he sits at his table whilst the hapless
accused wallows on his unworthy stom
ach upon the carpet at his feet. A num
ber of small sticks lie on the table before
him. Being convicted of any petty of
fense, the culprit is immediately chastised
and released. The Mandarin signifies the
extent of the chastisement by throwing
one little stick after another upon the
floor, each one that falls being the signal
for five strokes of the bastinado.
In superior cases there is a multiplicity
of tribunals and a delay of judgment
which the most fastidious criminal in New
York might well be content with, the Em
peror himself being at last invoked to de
cide the thing.
When a Celestial sinner is arrested a
chain is put round his neck and fastened
with a padlock, and on the smallest re
sistance an inferior officer, who precedes
him, drags his head well nigh off his
body, whilst another, who brings up the
rear, jabs him scientifically in the back.
When he is brought out for trial, a man
goes before him beating a gong to attract
the notice of the public, a small red flag
is stuck into each of his ears with the
same object, and two officers run behind
him to keep his head up by rapidly-deliv
ered blows with a cleft cane.
Applying the bastinado, which is the
favorite award of insignificant misde
meanors, is effected by straightening out
the culprit on the floor and laying on the
pan-tsee with energetic precision to the
posterior. The pan-tsee is a thick piece
of split bamboo cane, the lower end of
which is about four inches in width and
the upper end small and smooth to render
it more convenient. A Mandarin always
has one attendant in his train, who always
accompanies him wherever he travels,
bearing a pan-tsee, which, at the nod of
his master, he administers to any chance
offender, and the best of the joke is that
the delinquent is no sooner released from
the bastinado than he returns his humble
thanks to the Mandarin for the good care
he takes of his education. Another pun
ishment in favor for petty offenses is by
twisting the cartilages of the ear in a
peculiar and most painful fashion. The
Chinese merchant, or tradesman, who is
guilty of fraud or unwarrantable knavery
in business, is punished by a swing of a
novel and excruciating pattern. Two
upright posts are driven firmly into the
ground, and a cross-bar fixed thereto, from
which he is suspended by the shoulders
and ankles, a situation so painful to bear
that two officers are kept in attendance to
periodically relieve his sufferings by
supporting him with a bamboo passed
under his breast. A Chinese boatman
being convicted of a minor crime is com
pelled to kneel, and whilst one officer of
justice prevents him from flinching, an
other grasps his pig tail and bestows a
number of blows upon each side of his
face with a sort of double battledore, made
of thick leather. An interpreter, who
falsities his interpretations, is made to
kneel and a large piece of bamboo cane
is placed behind his knees and trampled
upon by two officers of justice standing
on each end and producing more or less
pain as they approach to or recede from
him. That grand embodiment of torture
called the rack is also a Chinese institu
tion. This supremely diabolical inven
tion is used chiefly for the purpose of ex
torting confessions, a circumstance which
shows that the Chinese are ^Just about
three centuries behind Christianity and
no more. The instrument they use is
composed of a thick, strong plank having
a contrivance at one end to secure the
hands and at the other end a double
wooden vise. The vise is formed of three
stout uprights, two of which are movable.
The ankles of the culprit being placed in
the machine, a cord is passed round the
uprights and held fast by two men. The
chiet tormentor then gradually intro
duces a wedge into the spaces,thus gradual
ly tightening them until the pressure on
the ankles reduces the bones to a jelly.
Another refinement of Chinese cruelty is
that of placing a small quantity of un
slacked lime inside apiece of cotton cloth
and using it by way of a poultice to the eyes.
The wooden collar is another severe pen
alty. It is formed of heavy pieces of
wood, closed together, and having a hole
in the center which fits the neck of the
offender, who, when it is fastened to him,
can neither see his own feet nor put his
hands to his mouth. lis weight is from
fifty to sixty pounds some of them weigh
200 pounds, a load beneath which many
an unfortunate has expired. Three months
is usually the period for which it is worn,
UJX officer of justice being detailed to see
that is not put off during that space of
time. The wooden cellar is usually the
reward of gambling or|breaches of the
peace, though it is sometimes the punish
ment of insolvent debtors. Malefactors of
a gross type are exhibited publicly, fast
ened to blocks of wood by chains, or
caged like wild beasts. A prisoner who
endeavors to escape is subjected to ham
stringing, and, when the tendons have
been severed, chunam, a species of mor
tar, is applied to the wound. Banish
ment from his native province is the pen
alty awarded to a Chinaman who strikes
his elder brother or incurs debts for
gambling. If the sentence is one of per
petual banishment, he goes to Tartary. As
he journeys he carries a mat and a palm
leaf, which are all the necessaries of a
Chinaman's housekeeping, at any rate
when in exile. Capital punishment is
awarded for robbery with violence, for
wearing certain specified orna
ments, as well as for all acts
of homicide, whether intentional or acci
dental frauds of the Government seduc
tion the use of abusive language to a
parent plundering the dead, or high
treason. The method employed is either
by strangulation or decapitation. The
first is the most general mode, the latter
being reserved for the most aggravated
offenses. A Mandarin who is deemed
worthy of death is not usually treated as
a malefactor of low degree. The Em
peror, if he has a great respect for him,
will send him a silver cord, a broad hint
to play the unpleasant role of Calcraft to
himself, which is always accepted and
acted upon. It is a fact worth men
tioning, that in olden times an English
nobleman was generally executed by the
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same silvern cravat. Decapitation is per
formed in China in this wise: The con
demned is made to kneel with his hands
pinioned together, and his head is cleft
by an officer standing behind him with a
two-handed sword. Ordinary strangula
tion is effected by extending the con
demned on a cross and binding cords
tightly round the body from the feet up
ward until the neck is reached, when a
cord is passed around it and drawn
tighter and tighter until death ensues. It
may be mentioned that the Emperor
always consults his first law-officers be
fore ordering capital punishment, and
fasts before signing the execution war
rant. Furthermore, he deems that part
of his reign the most fortunate in which
the least number of executions takes
place.—Boston Times.
Don't, Charley."
Don't, Charley," came to my ears in
a sweet, musical tone, while I was seated
in a railway-car last summer. I should
not have heard the soft, touching voice
had it not been very near me. I looked
to see who it was that had spoken and
saw a sweet, beautiful woman upon the
seat in front of me. A half-sad look
rested upon the young face that was all
aglow with love and tenderness. A
young man was seated by her side whose
face wore a restless, dissipated look, and
in a moment 1 comprehended it all. His
face was flushed slightly, and 1 knew why
it was thus. He was talking very fast to
some one in advance of him and once I
heard a low oath. "Don't, Charley,"
she said again, in the same sweet voice.
But Charley did not seem to heed her
words, but went on in a half-wild way to
the man. Several more oaths came from
his lips but the woman remained silent,
yet looking so pleadingly at the erring
one that I thought, if he had been half
human, he would have heeded the mild,
loving reproof that was so visible in her
tear-dimmed eyes.
A friend by my side whispered in my
ear," They have been married just one
year."
He is a brute," I only said in reply.
At that moment I saw the young hus
band wink slyly to the man and then they
both arose and went into the baggage-car,
I understood the movement when I saw a
bottle protruding from the husband's
coat pocket.
Don't, Charley don't go," the young
wife had pleaded before he had got be
yond her reach but he tore himself from
her slight grasp and rushed along. Her
eyes filled with tears and a low moan
came from her pale lips, and then she
bowed her head and wept silently.
He came back in a few moments, his
face flushed still more and his voice wras
a key or two louder than before. He
brushed rudely past the wife, evidently to
get near the car-window.
Let me alone, Mae," he said, as she
laid her white hand upon his arm.
Women are always in the way," he said,
again turning to the man in front of
him.
The wife turned away, and I did not
hear her sweet, reproving voice again.
How I pitied that young, loving wife,
and how often I wonder if her- sensitive
heart must suffer and bleed for many long
years! I think not for her tender, lov
ing soul and frail, slender body will not
bear such unkindness. Strange how soon
liquor will transform human beings into
unfeeling monsters, and chill the ardent,
loving nature of a tender husband and
trusting wife! American Temperance
Union
For a Memorial of Her.
She is a washerwoman, and she lives
in one of the northern cross-streets ot
New York, not far from the Hudson
River. You may have met her, some
time, hurrying along after night-fall, car
rying in her arms that enormous bag of
clothes, and bent under its weight. Week
in, week out, she toils at her tub, at that
hardest work that human backs are heir
to every muscle strained and bent, as
she soaps and rubs and wrings. Day in,
day out, she stands at the ironing-table,
lifting and passing to and fro the eight
pounds of solid iron, seven times heated,
lifting and pushing it all daylong. Stand
ing, mark you, at table or tub, on her
feet," literally, sixteen hours out of the
twenty-four!
She supports by her hard work a hus
band, now quite an old man, and one
child. She rents a small, six-roomed
house, two rooms of which she retains
for herself, and the remaining four she
rents out to laboring men and their fami
lies. With the rent of these rooms and
the profits of her own hard work she has
managed to get along" comfortably and
to have a few dollars laid by for a rainy
day.
The rainy day came in the autumn.
Every man of the four who rented her
rooms was turned out of work. Good,
honest fellows, sober and industrious,
with their little families around them
facing the problem to beg, or steal, or
starve! Leaving home early in the morn,
ing, with basket and shovel, walking the
streets all day long in the vain quest for
work, and returning at night, hopeless.
Hopeless? Desperate! save for one ray
of light in the darkness—one link that
bound them to their kind.
I forgive them the rent," says Ann the
washerwoman, "and it's going on five
months now. Sure an' they've had but
one meal a day the winter long, and that
a little oatmeal. If they make a few pen
nies, with shoveling snow now and then,
would it be I that would take it, and the
children starving
Through all these five dark months has
Ann the washerwoman scrubbed, an*
soaped and wrung has toiled over the
hot irons, and carried hoifie the heavy,
piled-up basket, rejoicing that it was
heavy.* Paying the rent for those four
families, keeping, who knows from what
extremity of crime and reckless despair,
those four husbands and fathers. In her
magnificent charity—for all greatness is
is relative—what proud name in New
York can rival hers! In what propor
tion to our incomes, to our own out
lay for luxury in mind or body, does
our giving stand to this woman's
mite? What man or woman among
us, millionaire, banker or merchant, or
gay leader in fashionable charities, has
given of his substance, his all, and added
to the gift the hard-earned wages of every
day, as this one woman hath done?"—
Christian Union.
AN Indian chief, becoming gloriously
drunk on his first bottle of liquor, and
finding his courage and talkativeness con
siderably increased, declared that whisky
was made of lions' hearts and women's
tongues. Women's tongues seem to be
the chief antidote against whisky at the
present time,

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