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\ ar FORESHADOWIN98.
" ee tihe fair mother of our race
SStood oa the verge of Hlddetel,
And plucked, with bett ad thmtghif' .C.
The six-rayed itars of asphodel,
Did M7 poes et eak y bun
Upon the tablet of her lrin,
A 'hape of dust-enircling urn,
lark with those twined and holl,, spears?
Ensanhuined amarusth, or seest
Of myrrh. or wilUows' shivering cla.m
With trage inoiesat my have et
Her thought to some dim sense of doom.
She heard at time the turtle-dove
Mose from her height; the rest throng
Try silent, while hlihpl love
e sang, who is the rd of sog.
Ah, sorrow! loth to Wait thine hour
l)dsat thou that hay bower lava.e,
And throgh o a ,, or shade, or ower,
Suggest the ruin thou hast made?
It was Eve, i lightest trace
Ai as cypres bough aad cone,
By shadows deeper than their own
Perchane, hfr mist of comlag years,
A oloe, not mine, hut sweeter
Iebat ekward to herstrained as,
AM, sot an sylvan maers re,
Breathed v eyo'er her 'wldered thought;
A wandering wind, from distant seas,
Stirred her long tresses as she caught
A music set to words like these:
"'I hLr. O thou dlvrl i fair
Dketlh Ie root or life; sad we.
Through hepe fem thee, aseend the stoir
Tbht climbs to domes of victery.
" We, too, look hrth, and lol to know
And win some glimmerag sight of tbings,
That foam ahigher he throw
Their blet and aint Ib adowing.
"' Yet what we dily n ee, we teach
But dimly. 'Death' and 'eonqestq' seem
To thee the Idlest breath of pseer
That whispers through a morning dream.
"And alnaoe thy spit Lhas the ats
Of every sense thrown bacl so wide,
That comig is, Importunate,
in shadow o'er the threshold glide,
"'Lt Nature still be Natare's key
For her own pain supply her halm;
loestch the marmred lsagh of pals.
"Turn from one sad noeaLturnsal lay
To motes hat take their boral birth
When birds dprisg to hail the day,
And gird with m the wmlng ath. ' .
--Overlend MothlgorIpraL .
CATCBISG A BUTTUFLY.
KATE. love, who d you thinkoontemp
lates a visit to us, next month?"
If it please heaven, not your Aunt
Emily sWith hir rve unruly cherubs!'
e my wife, upsetting her work-box t
Inboereonstkrnation.
" No, my dear," I replied, with an in-,
ward dafietthe e r-~s . "That at
least I spared us. letter is from
Cousin John Durham.
"'What! ar Ieientlda relative--O,
" dear. coMder-we hamv't seen
him forover Bve yas." t
" And eona ar e Bu . bow much
more ad enti c absent-mtded he will
be than be was five years ago; he was
dreadful enough then. Do you recollect
his wiping his mouth with Mrs. Dean's
point-lace handkerchief, mistaking it for a1
napkin? Or, how he salted his oebe in
stead of his egg, remarking afterward, t
with a surprised cont that the
coffee had a 'somewhat fmavor'
that ?"'
" Eoeaties of genius my love, as
Mr. Plekwiet ys."
" And , his room " pura my wife,
nheeding u , "think how
it will look all the time he's bere,
m i wiLth Ir ad trnods,ad itd
"There, tae breath a le, Kitty. a
Why, I thought you were really fond of k
" And so I am. He's a dearold *
low after all. But here's the rub, Har
vey-Coml I Is a the sadms d
time. N4, to e a o fashio- a
blse ever. - wniha -
s r , as John Drtihe
they'I i" Ant Jlohn is so
absurd wlt girlbs treats them as
If they were annosd worth his no- t
tie.. WI II o r. .i sarcely I
thl ,, lll kll" i ,
*il my love, I can only aIvea you
to get yo rooms ready, and-trust to
Three weeks iner antved our carml
Ii hear ehs1Lea her eyes as bhta
blue as ever. Thee W arut s es
and pI umsy about heria ing ver .iearo
tera mrr wm r y ,im y
the o- !s Mao a1sm' s g ew a. a
hs hadr atnia uldaglme
plhs ire ,and
"0reug, Er. uaI saye s
KM. ssd~r bn .W s lts"erN p e
k~mr :.~wmI HIdsl de eohatel
au shome brd hju e hem r.
-Mo ut helr wI·eadrldn is, Mr. Dor
ehavee so bired 'Y hsad, eadsiy.
wilhave the n es sa as shI
S1 ,,k. John. really coloring, begged her
.pI :dlun, and passed her cup. The, by
way of conciliation, he addressed a few
words of conversation to her.
" What school are you attending at
present, miss-Miss Flora?'
"I have completed my education, sir,"
in a frigidly dignified tone.
" In.eed! 1wish Icouldsayas much,
Miss Floy," is Johu's .Iry rejoinder,as with
an amused smile he turns away from her
to direct his conversation to Kate and me.
When John chooses to talk, his conversa
tion in truly delightful-eveg Floy sits en
tranced, listening to his animated descrip.
lions of the new and strange countries he
had seen.
- Well, what do you think of your 'con
quest' now?" whispered Kate, a little
malIciously, as, tea ended, we enter the
parlor together.
"Who wants to make a conquest of
such an old bear" asks Floy, shortly.
Bit next morning, lo and behold! ap
peared Miss Floy, in her simplest dress,
her pretty fair hair braided round her
head, and an air of demure propriety
diffused all over her little n. She
greeted John with dilnlfd humility.
little who hadmnit flo thersday
in idt Uttok qligt notie o her
"oterwise. She tried to talk profoundly
to him, and bored him terribly; and
when that evening she approached him,
bearing a ponderous geological work, one
passage of which she innocently asked
him to "explaln," Joha, I am sorry to
tiy, Ioest p ke ,and ".snubbed" our lit
tle cousin shame llIv.
"My dear Miss )loy," he said, very
blandly, "If I were not afraid of offend
ng a young lady who has 'completed her
education,' I would advise you not to at
tempt at present a work of this profound
nature. Kate has in her librry a book
entitled ' Short Lessons in Natural His
tory for Youthful Beginners,' which if
you eally desire to 1arn, you will nd
both smuing d instructre.
" Thank you, sir," said Floy coloring
scarlet, and him a sweeping cour
tey, I'm sorry I disturbed your sub
lime meditations, even f a moment."
From that time, Floy, throwing aside
her little pedantic mask, -resumed her
curls, her petulaoue, her sarcastic on
slaughtas. One day, she wrote a parody
of hs last aicldevery cleverly done it
wps, too, wit most lah-provoing car
atures-and lft It In plain sight t inalght on his
study-table. Her little sarastle speeches
were as stin as the wasp'-nest she
hired our little boy to deposit in his
t-pocket. The goos proes orrhnugh
usually Indifia ent to her attaks,.asa-i
fested at times the Irritation of a great
dog when a fly tickles hs nose too laces
santy; at which time Floy's exultation
was excessive.
" Now, John, 'll take no denial, you
msat go t the ple with us."
"O, my dea ,i,- ."
" You need' talk If you don't want
to; but go ya st. It's very bad for
you toe me yo lf to the society of
ies, n ockoes, ad such 'pesk
varmint'--isn't it, Ploy, darling-must t
he gop"
" 1 wouldn't urge him," said Floy, with
a haughty shrug, "the flies, and cock
roaches, and the other pretty little crea
tures, would abed more tears over hi ab
sence than we are likely to. I dare say.'
John loketd really hart for a moment,
as he glanced aerbes the table at his sav
age little opposmt. eratavbeerasees
rook that sPaid her somewhat.
"Co e, J 'lg o twl ~ u s."
with g of redgiadin; bOUtoFo he
addresaed ilther word nor look during
the remainder of the breskhat.
Two hours later we were on our way
amerry party of thirty or for at the
test. A rIde of Veral miles brought
as to Sylvan Falls, a place whosm e d
and romantic beauty rises before me
now, Ilke the memory of a delightful
dream. Pluninr Into the woods at
once wef rbowed the narrow path that
led to the falls, the distant music of
which soon resounded I ourears. On we
serambled, oenL "Indian ie," over the
narrow up-ill and down-hill path tht led
through the woodls sboatg and ameam
ag as we mbered over the huge rocks
that bi i n the solid
m Masr sad lode
Yrocl, u at wto hite
rc kk t-lal t at~e to inters
Lere we iO ad dmire the
thelit 7o t , this tie
ravenously eopnte
ons, we were r Isits of spirits.
O we at these w , anever much
Iathieee!a' sJuc o , n to
earliest 'o4 unpepr
tryilg to eWtrIals hr.n hstory of
her embeegg adveat es I rseare
Fly, when ash uinthad no ntena
than roomlad tor b ncame; but, ab
little eoqast tsl She aewI
thlak, that she w becoming entangled
in the not she had eaar aother, aad
wasby no means a l auassl to John's
coolus as she woaud bhaye d us mang
lne. It was not tlI she b wandered
seom dimoe hata bualag of lonelines
opplensed her, and h ~ r to rtrae
her steps. t w a I a
all the seses, and tare, and d
'vines as eaed son
fo ngst.iU enee tard to fu
la eepla r ese ap abe h
, ayelee with sv solent
Ike ustaberrfh ftasee . "We hllow
at a iene," he muatered, but se
MleM se r *ewe4th the pomnp
eeL a e Nua t abes at me
There, evidntly, In the center of that
u eF*n* coutupt comically depleted on
a he r ee
cuel aote would think the
that bttebry.l Ihope you'll lose her,
MrPopo. Good !-ehe'suttered off.
d Now, m alows her, all excitement.
bank. Shall I call ? Nonsense; he's big
enough to take care of himself. He
wouldn't thank me--O !
With a piering, shriek, loy sprang
from the thicket where she had concealed
herself. John, in the huliy and excite
ment of the chase. had set his fo +t upon
a rolling stone. The consequences were
disastrous. Over the steep bank he went,
clutching vainly at the bramnies for sup.
port. An appilling silence followed.
Floy stood one Instant, white and al
most stunned with the sudden shock.
Then she rushed forward, Rained the
bank, and, kneeling on its edge, looked
down, with an agonized shrinking glance.
There he lay poor fellow I quite pale and
still, his'head dangling beer ward a little,
while over those sable locks a narrow,
crimson stream slowly wound its way.
His arms were thrown out, his hands still
clenched convulsively over the bramble
clusters he had elutched in his fall.
Floy, frozen with horror, knelt silently
a moment, gazing at the pale face and
rigid form beneath. Her head swam. her
heart grew sick. Was be dead? How
stiff and still be lay! She burst Into loud
cries of entreaty and self-reproach.
" O, John-John ! are you dead i Look
up, for GOd's sake! O. wicked girl that
I was, not to speak. Help-help!" she
shrieked, wildly.
Slowly the heavy eyes unclosed. With
Infnite pain, John turned his head a little.
" Who's that?" he said, faintly.
"O, thank God " cried Floy, joyftlly,
springing to her feet. "Keep quite still,
and Ii wl come down to you."
John muttered something she did not
understand. Going a little distance, she
began to deteend the steep path leading 1
down the bank. It was ticklish work.
even for our light-footed Floy, and, half
way down, she slipped, fell, and rolled
Ignominiously the rest of the way. John
uttered a brief ejaculation, but Floy was
up in an Instant, scratched and bruised.
her white dress black with mud, but oth
erwise uninjured. Scarcely pausing for
breath, she bounded to John's side.
" O, Mr. Durham, are you much heurt?"
she asked, In tremulous as she
knelt beside him. John opened his eves
again, and fixed them on hr with a be
wildered stare, a moment. Then, with
another low groan, he tried to raise him
self.
" Don't move-doa't move?" entreated
ploy. "O, your poor head-how it
bleeds ! There's a brook near by; i'll be
back in a moment."
Taking up his cap, she bounded of in
the direction of the stream. Dppnher
handkerchief in the water, a hng the
cap, she darted back to Jotn's eside.
WNow, let me see this poor head," she
said; and, sittlhg down, she took it getly
on her knee. Poor child! she was lttle
used to wounds and bruises; the very
ighrt of the dlowieag blood made her trem
.le from head to foot. But shbe ontrolled
herself bravely, and, with what simple
sklM she possesed, bathed his head and I
face, and bound up the former carefully
with her two handkerchiefs. Then she I
paused a moment, looking down with
womanly tenderness at the pale face on I
her kinee. How helpless helay-the great,
strong fellow-as helpless as a little infant,
almost I She felt a great rush of pity and
tenderness toward him.
"Thank you," said John, faintly. The
fresh, cool water had somewhat revived
him.
·'O, don't thank me," said Floy, hur
rledly. "You are in dreadful pain, aren't
"'Yes; it's my ankle," muttered John.
"I'm afik's broken. Where are all
bthe ret, Miss Fley "
"The dear knows!" said Ploy, clping
her Httle hands in distress. "H rry,
--elp, O help I"
"It'r of no se," abe said, after wat
a moment. "I mustgo in search of them
again. But rst let me look at this poor
ankle, Mr. Durham."
"No-no," said John, a little fretfully.
"What can you know about broken bones,
child !"
"But I might make it feel a little east- I
er." gently perasised Ploy.
"iU you could slit the boot down from
the top," said John, his brow contracted
with agony. "Here's my knife."
Ploy took the knife, and, following his I
dretios, carefully slit the boot from
the top to the bottom, on both sides.
Then, with a hand still slightly tremu
lous frm the operation, she gently re
moved the remains of the boot.
" Ah, 'hat is a relief!" said poor John.
Great drops of agony were standing on
his brow, and Proy softly wiped them
away. He looked up gratefm y into her
face, smiling br the first time. What a
nlee little nurse you are, Miss Ploy I" be
aMM.
Ploy rose, blushing a little, and folding
hermitL white shawl mlo a sort of pillow,
piadit uaderhis head. "And now I
il for more eIoeknt help," she said,
" te that path on the mIte
eide f the bank," saidJohn, eager I'it
lsamar. And, 0, Ms Ploy, wlyou
Brat do m em more favor, please r '
"Certainly," said Floy, retr g.
"What is it?'
"J me" s e d John, with a hiat
gron . "If that ue is unywh
about I sure I had my Lads La t. I
omly hope it in't erahed to pkees."
"The ral rg pslo " mnttesd ply,
Sbeadtermeds way. "Ly theraef
d6d, with a b L a ad he an
till think of that miserable Ime"t.
"e he is," she sa aIoud, oomlM
round to John's aide. "Horid itUt"
thingl !" she could. not help addng, with
a vindlctivelookat theinnocunt iasect sbe
p-aed in John's open palm.
Jobnaheratt edre k,
h trWeman lra a "It is very Ut
ie and," be exclaimed, in alimost
l-Ht elkt. "-And e4aer my
long search, I ae obrtned i t last.'
"And a brokensanikleito the Im
~ aad'am~t aNow I most
Ellsa!" cried a thrgl isles ahove
them. loy leaked p a ds ahama
taeM sm-y a ..-4- tallryla
andanmthtom amw at. "hat
t'a he maerll' but.edh' was
herwa, "dod rng m.
aM Iihbtira a toe rd blkLiy
"UHejU down, of comse" sid Ploy.
t ev of his eyesght, hban't
"No id Ploy, Igrtndqing her little
teeth with ragse ld -aniety. " How
many more questios are ya gn to
ask, you inhussan man, before oal to
his asletanee I tell you, hs legs
broken."
"Well, I swan!" said the farmer, turn.
ing slowly away. "I'l be back i a mo
ment."
" I've sent little Dan," said he, return
ing, "to bring some help. He won't be
Igoe long; he's got the wagon, and the
doctor lives only a couple o' miles from
here."
Floy gromed In spirit, but, resolving
to be t tfor John's sake, mildly en
treated the farmer to seek out "their
friends."
" Friends ? Yes, marm: so soon as I
examine this here leg. it's broke jist
above the ankle, marm."
" Knew that before you told us," snap
ped Ploy.
" You seem kind o' riled, marm. Yes,
as I was mayin', it's broken jilt above the
ankl-d job, marm !"
" Well, I must try and make him a lit
tle more comfortable; this hot sun shines
right in his face." said Floy, with a com
assionate look at the poor tortured fel
low. Pressing Farmer Stokes into the
service, she made him strip several arm
fuls of green branches from the adjoining
trees. Sticking her paraol In the ground,
she disposed the branches over and around
it, In such a manner that it formed a shady
bower above her patient's head.
"Ah. how refreshing that is!" gasped
poor John. "And now, do go under thei
shade of the tree, Miss FPloy ; your poor
little face will be burned to a coal."
"0, no; I have on my broad-brimmed
hat," said Ploy. Seating herself near the
entrance of the green tent, she waved a
long bough to keep away the fdies. John
watched her, a dreamy tenderness in his
half-closed eyes. What a darling she was,
after all, with her round, chili's face, and
sweet, womanly ways i
"You are too kind to the cross old bear.
Miss Floy," he said, suddenly; "too good
to him, altogether."
" don't speak so," said Ploy, color
ing violently. "I wanted to ask your for
giveness Ibr all my impertinence the last
two weeks."
John's answer was prevented by the re
turn of Farmer Stokes,,who, after a very
short and inefectual attempt to fnd "their
friends," again obtruded upon them his
somewhat unwelcome presence.
"Can't And 'em, nowbar," he said.
"Keep that ankle well klvered up, miss;
and here's a drop o' somethin' 'li put a
leetle life into him, maybe."
John drank from the farmer's flask, and
seemed somewhat revived by the draught.
FPloy resumed her ministrations. The
farmer, lying back upon the grass, watch
ed them both with speculative eyes.
"Darn it all," he suddenly burst out.
"bhow did you git down here, mister ? I'm
hanged if I ken ma-e it out at all."
"Well, if you merst know," said Floy,
petulantly, "he was looking for somc
thin."
"Pocket-book, eh ?"
"No."
"0oid-hbded cane ?"
"No, no; a spedmen," said Floy, im
patiently producing it. "This gentleman
is a naturalist, and, in trying to secure
this, he lost his footing and fell."
She held the "lpecimen" out on her lit
e,so palm. The farmer surveyed it In
blank amazement
"That f' he asked, nlaredulously. Floy
nodded. Mr. Stokes sat silent a moment,
while a broad grin slowly overspread
his leathery countenance. "A miller !"
he exclaimed, at last, with a long, low
whistle.
"It's a butterfly," said Floy, indig
nantly.
"o I perceive, mar," said the frmer.
"Wal, I swan I"
After this brief ejaeilation, be bent for
ward, and, pointing to John, whose eye
lids had agan closed, be said, in a low
whisper, 'How long sence he lost the use
of his wits, marm"
"He hasn't lost them at all," msid Floy.
staring. "You do ask me the queerest
' Why, you Jst said he was a nrt'ral,
didn't you ?"
"No I said a naturalist," said Floy,
choking down a little laugh, as she an
swere hlm.
"Wal," responded the farmer, after a
pause, "I don't 'zactly take your meanin'.
But chaein' batterflies dos seam rayther
a loony eooppation for a man of his age,
don't it?'
'-You don't understand," lid Floy,
indignantly. "It's a very curious spec.
imen.."
"No, miss, I don't underesmd," said the
farmer. "It's a very keurious business,
ahe dry tome In whisk he said this,
and the manner in which hbe eyed them
both as he rose to his feet, nearly upset
Floy's gatvity again. And, glancing at
Joh. she saw the corners of his pale
mouth twitching sus osly, too.
"Wal, I reckon I try and find your
friends agin." His tone said plainly,
" I think you need Mlends to look after
you."
O0, there Ci are now!" cried Floy,
srngn to r feet. "Harvey-dear
_~-_ glad I am to see you 1"
er vo brloka sob 8mews fairly
oreame with her long exeltement and
the miuid selet of my psemes.
"-Katy, dear, do't yu thiak JoeL and
Ploy are grbwlag quita good frends,
no'wP
"Well, I ahlda't weeder, love," meld
Kate, with a lttLe p la mile, as. la
ing upon my , she surveyed the
pretty .see, below.
Thor, in our ise arbor  at John
Durham-a ait pallor and a cumbrous
eratek the oly t of his late illness.
By his aide toar pretty o examin
iyn with him the huge pomifolo spead
o IDs knees, ad lis is wta chia
Sinterest to him qterbang dmrip
tons of the " apeiemns" he undtld to
her view.
"A pretty t --a amid Kate' "bpt
thee comes ra ao the.
smj1w1r. Stokes. Corvey; we'll I
"oodac r, m .e Sto hes," mid I,
etIo n,~mt omna c, the arbor;
prety l wel toee
1" m a oleson beinosinltron to
aH minp irll -- worthy leon
- ptoa uy"a a y am"o
abl mabod'sd aem an bapr a'lk"e
sines'as i o I l, is mrally le
"Bit does it really my' asked
Y u Bu't I n it a m eha ltas well si
Sthankles t ta.
"No-no, sir," he ler tdme, tle
tily "I donmn'tor see tat ll. vart t
mLf Im maer ae, Ithasrat lyitra
If I'm im~politear; but It itrike
me as a sort of Imposture, gittin' a lot
of fools to pay a big sum for what they
know already. Why, P11 bet I know
more about bugs 'n he does. Ef he'd
find out somethin' to 'tarminate 'em, now
-somethin' like Lyon's powder for in
stance-"
"I'll try to impress it upon his mind,
farmer," said I solemnly.
"Do, sir-do." replied the old man,
earnestly. "It really concerns me to see a
smart young man like that throwin' away
all his chances of usefulness."
Our story grows too long. Three years
have passed since that eventful summer,
during which time gnrat changes have
taken place. Near the dear old mansion
which Kate and I inhabit still, has risen a
rustic cottage, overgrown with vines.
There lives John Durham and his pretty
wife, who, with her little daughter, Flor
ence, makes sunshine in his bheart and
home. You see, dear reader, In spite of
Farmer Stokes' predlction, John Durham
did succeed in capturing our Floy, the
prettiest little butterfly that ever fluttered
across a mortal's path.-Ooerland Monthly
for April.
GENERAL ITEMS.
COTTrAGE by the sea are going up In all
the New England towns that pretend to
be summer resorts.
TatE have a girl at Seariport, Maine,
thirteen cears old, who weighs 320 pounds,
and is growing nicely.
LrrrLt ebony barrels, with gold boops
and silver hunting horns, are the latest in 1
chatelaine vinalgrettes.
Llour brown is a very fashionable color I
just now among the Parisian ladies,
especially for out-door costumes.
lx Buffalo, New York, the newspaper
owners run to fast horses, and seeing
which of1ce can do the best job work.
"OLuProbablities" is a descendant of
a Connecticut family. Probably that's
what makes him so good on a guess.
A BosrstLax asked a few friends around
to a strawberry supper the other night.
About twenty went, and there was one
strawberry.
A rousa woman was recently taken
from Burnham, Maine, to the asylum at c
Augusta, who was rendered insane from c
Impure vaccine matter. I
BoSrox editors care very little for dress I
and wear paper collars, but their ambition I
is to own the finest library and have eggs c
lvery morning for breakfast.
As aged couple in Delaware celebrated
their diamond wedding, recentl , receiv
lig diamond Tenny oas,Lngfellows,etc.,
in token of their mfriends' kind reem
brance.
A MAIxs girl lost oe of her ear-rings
on the road In a recent snow storm, and a
day or two after a neighbor's horse picked
It up, and It was found la a snow-ball
knocked from his hoof.
Goon society seems to be waking up to
a sense of its Inties. Two well-known
belles have.recently been seat to Covent
ry for bad behavior la the way of flirting
with other girls' Intended.
Tas "Vanderbilt University," accord-I
lug to the Nashville Unioa, is to be the
name of the Methodist university soon to
be ornised in Tennessee upon the fhnd
of 'o0,000 donated by Commodore Van
derbilt.
Tar two Titusville, Pa., editors live In
hopes that lighthing will strike the other
office, and thus give their own a lift.
Their bhief employment'conssts in rela
ting conidentilly how hard up ' the oth
er paper" Is.
A asmaLAstn collection of china and
pottery, llustrataing the history of the va
rious kinds of wrklin ceramics earried on
in England with so much success more
than a hundred years ago has Just been
sold in London.
Sscz the breaking of Foster's neck the
opponents of capital punishment have
come en masse o the front, showing up
dead Caesar's wounds to excite the pity
and disgust of the populace for suchb
barons ruelty.
IT was aBlaritd swell who attempnog
to cross the Connecticat river, recently,
broke through the lee,and when a rope
was thrown to him, requested those who
were trying to save his lifeto be careful
not to tear his eat.
HATS of"cereal dispoeltiom," made of
coarse straw and bedecked with ears of
wheat and other agricultural emblems,
are already isplayed by the wholesale
dealers, foreshadowing that rural sim
plicity is gng to be fashionable the com
ing summer.
A Yroxo woman, while eating a stew,
in Middletown, Conn., the other evening,
complained that one of the oysters was
thil of bones, and careftl, if not attractive,
examimtian showed that it conEtaled for
ty-lve psarls, varying in size haom a pes
A Wasmm Ln(Mass.) whlp msker'swife
appeared in at one of the hos, re
cenatly, to epha his absemse, myng:
, Jim is not -l; yo must excre hm;
be and I hd a ttle dllculty at aet
breakfasttable this moratairp, and he won't
be able to work this week."
A aw style of ruge has made Its ap
srane. It eaomsta of a tablet of what
looks ke green tssel, which, when rub
bed with a damp loth gives a red pig
meat, which seems ver natural when
transferred to the eheek of metropol itan
beauty. It Is a Chinese invention.
Tas title of the ew h d g is
horrible in its uaoeilamsn. "A kgl
head, as ita ed h pat hu.oa,
tanider that i gt m b a of the way
o the hal of the gaflesma _
r rsus ears dwomen, totheemi
t h wem ll ae wr sting a l g d o
at- o the hhisne. Mr ,W sa l
as these.
lau, bth ag th e "v1a "
la tha ty thas I e a
theame eihibutphmnrodi
fgh s -and Mr. Grem
Seou tiae age a Newampshbre bere
er discovered a large Ma ear his bee
hive, actively at werk ensblag am dc
veerinbg hse. with that womiseMfore
bearanee and kLndness of heart hracoer
itae ao Now H psire f er, he
bee agate the old stand,astavely at
work as before. Me again took hi u,
carried him aloagmlleawar,and droppe
him. But in twenty-foar hours e was
back again, reduaeg the apber of bes
as uacceuflully as over.
A lest Art.
Anorr five years before the fall of
Paris anid banishment of Napoleon 1Il..
the Empress Eugenie discovered one day.
among a lot of old laces which had been
tranfer red to her as souvenirs of the Em
press Josephine, and which her daughter.
Queen Hortense, had religiously preserved
as re!ies of her illustrious mother, about
a quarter of a yard of lace flounce of a
most singular and beautiful mesh and pe.
culiar design. The ex-Empress is a dilet
tante and connoisseur in laces as well as
in many other fine arts. She saw at a
glance that she possessed an art treasure,
the more vjsluable as it was yellow with
age, broken and mutilated. She sent at
once for M1. Dc Lisle, the President of the
Compagnie des Indes, lace manufacturers
of Paris, anid spreading her treasure be
fore his admiring eves, said:
" Monsieur. I wish this lace reproduced,
mesh and design, hi full lace dress for my
self. Can your lace makers do it ?"
Bowing low befo e the beautiful woman, I
the manufacturer replied :
" Your Royal Highness gives me adifM.
cult commission, one, I tear, impossible i
to perfo, m. Your remnant is real old
point de Venise, of which there are but
few samples in existence, and the art of
making it is lost.
"Can we not revive it?" asked the Em
press. " 1 give you carte blanac in mak
ing the experiment, and another earte i
blanehe for my dress when finished."
," Madame, I will see what can be done.
If possible it shall be accomplished," and
bowing again he retired from the royal
presence, taning with him the old pieceof i
point tide Venice.
When an Empress commands every
body hastens to obey. So the President
of the Compagnie des Indes lost no time.
He first submitted the sample of Queen I
Hortense's relic to his own adult experi
enced lace makers. None knew the mesh.
He placed it under powerul lenses-no
better success. Its intriaey baffled them
all. No Instrument, however lue, nor i
fingers the most skilled, under eye the i
most practiced. could tell how it could be i
reprodueed. Our manufacturer was per- e
plexed, but not In despair. His next step I
was to ransack the whole empire for the
oldest lace makers living. About forty
old women, sexagenarians and octogenm
rians, were taken to Paris. They were
provided with the best of glasse, and most
powerful hand lenses. One after the other
examined the old flounce. Alas I not one
knew the mesh. M. De Lisle was almost
desperate. He had tried adult Ingenuity
and the experience of age, now he must
resort to youth. He selected from his
young girls twenty of the most Intelligent
workers-those with te strongesteyesand
deftest inagers. To each he ave a section
of the old sample. He provided them
with lenses and every appliance for work.
In the mean time they were secluded and
given every necessary comfort, so that
their eyes, their fingers, and their minds
might be in perfect working order. He
watched the work from day to day and
week to week still no og seemed
to be made. t length be le the house
one evening almost persaded to give up
the experiment. This was about one
year after the Imperial order had been
ven. The next day be was aite lareach
nghis ofAfe, but as soon as he arrived
the superintendent of the lace workers
met him with the long wished for, wel
come, but almost incredible Intelligence
that one of the young girls had discover
ed the old polnt deVenie mash. The
President hurried to the room where the
successful young worker was bending
over her lace eushi n. He seized a lens,
examined the work hi her hands, com
pared it with the original, and a quiet
smile stole over his features.
" EA bie!" he exclaimed softly, " II
eat saeuee!"
Turning to the suesesm t discoverer he
rewarded her with the place of teacher to
the others and enerld superintendent of
the work, and communiated with the
Empress, who among all her engage
ments had kept ditgeatwateh of the pro
gress of adrs.
Now the work was began in earnest.
It was four years before It approached
completion, but from time to time the
Empress visited the manufatory, show
in the greatest oy and pride that a lost
art had been restored by the lace weavers
of France in her reign. Before the dress
was finished Paris was In ashes and Eu
genie an exile. But the lace weavers es
caped the ral destructio and Ea e
nl's dress was spared. The gnerous
and noble woman did not forget M. De
Lisle nor her order. She wrote to hlm
from England saying that "though no
longer an Empress nor enjoyinl the in
come of royalty she would tike the dress
when finishedlf he should be aloer by
_'-- r it."
-ey 'man acrr, not to be outdone In
-oblity or generosity, laid the ase
stated in the Empress' letter before the
directors of the eompany. They were
tonehed with the misftortunes of tie be
titfb woman, and naiamously deeded to
release her fom her engagement. This
now historle dress is to h exhibitedat
the Vienna Exposition as the irst sped
men of point de Veneise mamubetred in
moretba a n hadred yesrs.-N. Y. ha.
A Trst r Phramissgy.
Scmnuvzc tmests are now all the rage,
ad are applied to a loseotise boiher as
well as to a plowmen's prayer; I there
fore venture to lay beore yous a of
eu ,wMle I believe to be both
hovel eamtlole. Its infall ty rest
on the fac tht tthe lrala of man, as well
as his ed myi o mbeae whb a eh a a
stte of atht mwh la- a Ite el
rest; and that eari hbest era, sad
hasLm a/tred t-o mosth blamre by
mas etta tram~Iel aipLr.
Ther mudee r -im aMins: ce get
•a wt a oe er w t i ettr a
phatr b iaamdlh be bt,u rset
wort sbud as i do egsIl.m t
a eas-- er mEs e Ms bumps
,idsee e the- thi t seao
I the puts. Ye.
ho estyo&S~hp lmtm
i tleIn l ea eass am81o
me lathe e H somd
Smrlashetkrtqmsr t eLe, thm e
ad ealesution by setting him to my
thesu bjae that of the bl n
der t e test, I advshthe he sme
limedbeforepreeedtng, lh ave rt rite
the exeriment m f i t I tak that l
some of our scientific readers may be in
duced to pursue the inves'igation, the re
sults of whleh I feel confident, would hbe
Interesting, not only to the readers of the
Seientipe American. but to the world at
large.-Cor. c&ientife Americas.
-  --G  - . . .
* The Next Century.
Not that which Bulwer lytton de
scribed with most sarcastic fascination and
exquisite irony. We are too busy to waste
breath upon impossible situations and
persons who are always coming but never
arrive. It Ip the American man and wo
man of the next generation we are think
ing of. Rev. Dr. Osgood. of this city, re
cently gave a thoughtful and scholarly
lecture entitled "Guesses at the'l'wentie-th
Century." It will be the blossom of which
this century is the bud, if not the bulb.
It will contain plenty of felicities andr at-,
tractions, without doubt. But what sort
of men and women will it have? Its
schools, art, literature, music and social
life may be grand; but we are more con
cerned in its persons than in its mechani
cal products or artistic triumphs. The
question that concerns us most is not how
people will travel and what they will sat
and where they will live, but what kind
of men and women will eat the dinners
and wear the clothes and build the homes
of the continent, and fill the century with
their acts anol aspirations, their sorrows
and their songs.
The question is easier asked than an
swered. The progress of the race is no
longer a speeulation. It is aq unquestion
able fact. But the progress is not a steady
ascent on straight lines. It is made in
spite of temporary depressions and re
rassions. It is impossible to predleict that
the next plunge of the ship on the storm
tossed sea will not be into a deep trouglh.
or aeross a current that shall sweep her
out of her course. It is the next genera
tion we are concerned in. And the next
generation will be made by this. It is
making today. In the streets,the schools.
the nurseries of to-day, we see the mate
rial out of which the men and women of
the future are being shaped. And, how
ever excellent the material may be. It i
Impossible to coneeal the fact that much
of the shaping of it is faulty if not bad.
There is little ground for the growls of
our British correpondent. The world
was not made for the exclusive use and
enjoyment of grown-up people. Chil
dren have rights, and are entitled to con
sideration. They may properly claim a
place and play-room in a world they are
in from no fault of their own. We have
no sympathy with these selfish, sensitive.
fuss etty people, who are always scold
ing at Young America because it is in
their way, and sometimes distuobs their
slumbers. and breaks their meerchaums,.
and plants its heels upon their corns, and
makes their follies appear ridiculous by
earicature. But it is a serious question
whether the physical care, the intellectual
and moral training, the habits and aims
we are giving the youth of to-day, an,
calculated to make ageneration of strong,
honorable and happy people. It is a seri
ous question whether our forcing schools,
fast ways and unlimited indulgnece are
calculated to create a race we shall take
lrde in orcare to have write our epitaphs.
manufacturers stamp their names up
on their wares; but we are not sure that
the parents who are petting and pamper
ing all the vigor and virtue out of their
chldren to-day will care to have their
names Inscribed upon their handiwork in
the men and women they are manufactur
ing for the future. The character of the
omng race is not a question of mere idle
speculation. It is te most intensely prac
tial question we shall have to deal with.
And whether that race shall be a curse or
blessing to Itself and the country depends
on what our people choose to make it.
N. F. GrsAi.
An Immense Newspaper.
Tau New York Herald of April 6, ap
peared in quintuple form, with twenty
pages and one hundred and twenty col
umns, a feat never paralleled in the histo
ry of the d ,ly press. The Herald ce.le
brates this extraordinary event by a de
scription which our readers will thank us
rThe Hsreul contains to-day one hun
dred and twenty columns of matter, of
which sesenty eight are occupied sith
compact, id atis e ts. Therearo
in these one hundred and twenty columns
about one million ems. To stereotype to
day's edition one hndred and forty-eight
platesare east, each plate weighingthlrty
eight pounds, thus making a total weight
of five thousand six hundred and twenty
four pounds of metal used in stereotyping
this slangle edition. The paper is printed
on five HIIoe rotary eight and ten cylinder
presses and two Bullock perecting
presses, being seven presses in all, whleh
eabies us to Iasue the edition at the rate
of one tbouand sheets per mlinute, taking
two houans and a half to Issue one hundred
and flty thousand papers. As this work
is all daone within the space of twenty
aur bours, the labor can readlly be Imag
laed evn by those not familiar with the
business.Day and anight the endless
round of w rk ge on. While men in
eadimary oeupatim rest and sleep, the
easeless task of journalism knows no in
termlsou. alk i, clck, click o the
types inte the tichs day and nighbt night
and day, until the one million ems have
been sat up ad the matter provm and
correeted. Day ad night, night and day,
the telegraph is at work brian g us Intel
Igene fRm all quarters of the globe;
the corps of correspondents, reporters
and editors are busy obtainig news, put
ang it Into sha~ or cemmenting upon
the events of the moment; the proof
reder are at their pst, pursung their
eorosad Warytesh; h stereotyper,
rrm and asststant are awaitian the
Swh their serrices are to be
b t to requisition; for there can be
,nray o , r est, until the daily
day's , sad all ta be done within the
hourtsbte Day nad
abTn rsat waithe dmyaor theai
-kmmm th .meubeo nee
UWessus ~u sss em the haber ks of
- td havte des. ha eo met s
the, ss & tay pyr aendemanal ad
per s 7 I L per cant.;
owith paasfe th
wo b sltwithr n eae bhLd abridits
with a solutionofeerreiw sublimate an I
arseteaeveml of th moe were takes
sick and sum died. The contator is
now sued by one or ate wormen for ad..
I m gamages,