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It I 1 'S I 1 I ! ! i i !.! . 1 n't 1 $1 U 5li St- S :l v Is II t It FLY, LITTLE SWALLOW. Iflv, llltltmwallow, , Fill and fly ovor Tin- Nul'Ia nl lirown olovur, And bid my oim lovor Come iiilckly Mi mu. I'm weary with waiting, Soma wind In Ixilntlng Tlmt blows on thu Ha. Fly iilokly, O awallow I I would I could follow And lull my late owner Hit known not tlm mimmiir Wan navor so lulr. Itii known licit, tlici rover, How nil the davit over I only cun lonolv, I only despair. Why llngoront, awallow, Whim huiih are no mellow? Till nwmit iIiivh urn weiitnr, And fleet wind are llcmtrr Than thonoon the ( O, wult not, I nd him, Did nwllt wlnilii to Hieed lilin. ' llidny not, I limy not, Hut bring lilin to mu. , tnrdy brown-winger, O, alnthful iiews biinger, Krti yon can discover And vull my one lover, lie HinllcB nt the door. So more the drear wetting, Though wlnilM are lielntiiig, lle'n Dule on the hIioio. A'ew Orltuiu Democrat. TRIUMPH OF OLIVER BUMM. Twiih tUe Hoard of Director of Library Hull Who, instead of the usual aniiunl ball. For reawina financial, resolved to declare They'd conduct in the hull a magnliloent ' Where, with Innocontiniilo, And many a wile, . Sweet maids nhould the masculine victims beguile. . - ' I ' Now the Hoard of Directors, with laudable anal, - , . .. . . Kiiow'liig'feiituiesleiiHCOuinion would add to their weul, Thought to oiler a premium to aiiy one who .Should pronounce mom correctly the Hug. siaii name IVwwm ' ', Tsezoo A Itusslan commander, Vou qulto uuderatalid ah Tsczoo biijwbanduir. ' ' Y ! , . i And tills Board of Directors, exceedingly Would permit otory nation to try 10110' prize, ,. , . .. . The Itussian excepted, , well knowing that none ... . But a Itusslan could win it, e'en could it be won., " " ' . And the gentlemen, hence, To induce the more pencor ' " To the- door-deupei'a box, made the prize iuto,liniuunse.. - ' ' At last, In duo time, tuuVe tlio eve of the, fair, ' And the Hoard was in smiles, the whole city was there. . . . -The coulest announced, ut the end of. the hull Htept In regular lino, big, middling and ., From all quarters they cumo, , To win lucre and fume lly putting to Might the redoubtable name. To the right of this lino tlie Directors all sit, Ami In front the majesticnl Judges, to-wit: Two learned profunors, imported from col lege, And n siilqiunold Russian, pcrsonlllBd knowl edge, ,. While beyond, in. their rear,, . , , Prims the audience near, IlllailouB and eager the trial to hear. On a blackboard l written tho wonderful word, , Tis time to begin now; now tho first must bo beard : Ho bis collar he feels, clears his throat at the Migu: StnrtH out, immiblos, stops, and slinks out of the line. , Thus they vanish, each one, '. . i Midst uproarious fun, Till thov reach the last mini, .who seems ready to run. It Is Oliver Hiuiim: ho prepares for the tost, Firmly braces his logs, and unbuttons his vest: Then exclaiming "We'll try T'oposhls mouth, works lilts JhwSj Ami n sound like the screaks of a thousand dull saws I Oh I ne'er did tho car t poor mortal hour Such a nondescript discoid of shriek, wall, and Jeer I Tis the name!' 'Tis tho name! The profes sors arise,' And hand clasping hand, smile the smiles of the wise. And the solemn old Russian, no longer now solemn, Is dancing a Jig with a cast iron column; While the Hoard, cine and nil, l,ook as blank as the wall, And the shouts of the pooplo resound through tho hall. It is dono. 'Twas a feat no'or accomplished betora, And the name of its horo shall live ever- more : But this Hoard of Directors, in order to pay The prize they had ottered, could tlnd ne'er a way. Than to sell the great hall, Library and all. Where they never again gave an annual ball. Would you liketo know how this hero, brave Oliver Hiimin, Was enabled so mighty aword too'ercome? He stood uear the window, left open for air, Out o( doors were nine urchins, instructed with cure. At his signal, " We'll try !" Kvery lad, in reply, Uiopped a previously provldi-d rat into an empiv rtciur tiurrel, placed under the window. Into which biiriel was also thrown a lighted ack of liru-crackcis,und Hint how and why. Seribiitrfor Sfptember. TUE YELLOW FIE XI). A llWrolt N'oarapiipvr Man's Kxpvrienee with tliv Vrllow Knvrr In Nrw Orleans A Horrlblv Tnle Jnttingly Told. (irn".poiuleuce of 1 ir trot t Kvening News. NtwOuLEANS, July 12. Khue! I begiii to realize that I hare something to do with this world's affairs. My nurse, Mr. IVlaney, has just stepped out, and my glance falls on some num tiers ol the f Vovtcne lving on a chair. By a mighty optical etfurt I try to read tup telegraph headings on the corner, bent up on the tiaek of (he ehair, but flan rp , li i n (T I uhVllIlP 1.1 1 1 rT-.nl n.l f m linquish tlie vain attempt. The door Ireland woman, and she has kept board opens without .aiV preliminary knock, ' injr-house in New Orleans for 30 years, ami an itilcllcclunl-lveking young nm-1 Her husband died of yellow fever dur Uit arrayed in a snotles "white suit, 1 ing a bad season before the war, and she approaches thy (Vdsioe. He has stud ; manafps her extensive business, with ied at Olierljn, is graduate of mecli- the help of her unmarried daughter, cine in France, and an assistant to my J My room is in a building rented by her vhyiqan,wht hasa large practice which , across the way for single teen's apart nas swollen to immense proportions dur-1 menu, and the roomer in that house ing the last rhrf months. I talk about 1 come across the way for their meal, my illnes, m$ prospective restoration I M Don t he afraid now!" said the old to complete health, my dire to write 1 tadf ; " I'll get Mrs. Delanev for ye, letters and be answers m by a depre-' and we'll get vou through. The doctor eating smile, iicdi wave of his Tapering . will be round in a little whiles." brown finger. But I inis that 1 must . "tiive me some k-waier," I cry dn Mimethinir. and he firli.'.'v' conenL . buskilr : M Quick, for the love of G mI ! " h.v. I sKa CtctfTe abort epuue to niy f r eds. " VTe don't want to lose you now after all our trouble in getting you round, Why, Dr. Choppin is tolling about your case all over the city. That is the rea son you have had so many medical call ers." I look at the young doctor stolid ly while my brain is nluwly evolving ideas which are only expressed in word like these: "O unparalleled inrotlst, to harbor for ono moment the iilon that these groups of keen-eyed men were philanthropists whose hearts were touched by your frightful sufferings and unhappy fate. Huh ! WHAT A KOOL YOU AUK.! The mother who imagines the doctor loves her sick child has tho excuse f maternal interest and feminino weukness for her ridiculous egotism. But you, poor, dilapidated yollow-visagcd wreck, without home, family, or relatives in this plague-stricken city " I mused thus with closed eyes. When I opened them the doctor had depart ed, and Mrs. Deluney, with her ante diluvian straw hat lying where she had placed it on my trunk, was busy measur ing out another of those horrible modi cums of execrable physio which are con sidered the correct thing for my present situation. "Mrs. Delaneyt" " Glory be to God ! but yer voice is as loud as a bull!" she cried, getting over a little start " I want to write." " Yeez can't do It." '' I wan't some one to write for me." " Yeez can't do that, ayther." " But the doctor has allowed me to dictate, and you wouldn't be so " f What doetherP the young wanP" "Yes." ' ' 1 - ' " I don't care a schnap what he says. Ah! well, yeez needn't cry, now. Sure, ah' I mane it for the bist. Yeez must k ape quiet. No, don't be so spoonkey, an' let me fix yer pillev. I'll bring Johanyi, and yeez can tell him what to write. Bad luck to him ! it was his faut ye're down as ye are now.". , . . . MY ASIANUKNSIS. ., ., iolinnv comes' according to promise. He has all the physical and mental char acteristics of the irishman's American sen born and bred in a large city. Johnny is sharp, fairly educated, but a oonflrmcd hoodlum. He is 19 years of agb, freckle-faced, strongly built, and rather a good-looking youth. With all his hardened disregard of the conventional ities, I can easily see that he respects me because I am a newspaper-man. He is an ardent lover of the horrible and the exciting. He comprehends that the midnight murder, the awful accident, the tragic suicide, the criminal trial, the big sporting events of the day, from a prize-fight or a regatta down to a game of base-ball, are all witnessed by newspaper-men, and he looks up to me as an authoritative source of golden in formation. Will he write as I dictate P Of course he will. Is he not afraid of catching tho foverP No; he has been there. All right. ' . It is six weeks, or rather more, since I lounged into the billiard-room of the St. Charles Hotel, and looked at the flying ivory spheres as they were being manipulated by two local crack players. There is yellow fever in the city, though the newspapers say nothing on the sub ject. One of the players, as he chalks his cue, makes a jesting allusion on the arrival of , , "BRONZE JOHN." : I have been feeling an inexplicable sen sation growing over me, enveloping my limbs, covering my back, and swathing my chest with a garment of shuddering uneasiness. I didn't like the player's remark. I inwardly wished that his op ponent might beat him that game, and I strode to one of the seats against the wall. I was about turning round to sit down, when something like a cricket bat struck me on the back, and I felt a terrible decrease in vitality. Why do I say a cricket-bat? Because it felt as though a light piece of wood, fashioned like the thtttisV rounded blade of a cricket-bat, had struck me squarely, but net very hard, across the back, several inches below the shoulder-blades. I sink into the chair. A dull, but over mastering pain shoots through my head; my limbs tremble. I stare with perti nacity at the game, however. My favor ite player has an apparently impossible shot, lie looks at the situation of the balls, and whistles deprecatingly as he chalks his cue. With a swift motion, as if he had mado up his mind for a coup difficile, he shoots his ball against the objeet sphere. His ivory globe spins swiftly round the table, making one,' two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight cushions, twice round the table, and caroms. The spectators hum applause ; an enthusiastic, swarthy-faced Creole pounds his stick on the floor. My head becomes oppressed with a load of pain, and cold chills shoot up my back. " WHERE DO VOC LIVP" asks the swarthy face. I look half va cantly in his face, and gurgle, No. Barunne Street." The billiard-room, crowded a moment before, is empty. Mv landlady is an old orth-cf- - tbe answered that she would. During every half-lucij moiuenl in the next four days, when my stout, Imperious, klnd- hAartad Irish nurse cave me. at exOHl- clatinclv lont? Intervals, a spoonful of ice-water, and sometimes a piece of ice tha siza of a hazel-nut. I raved, and cursed at my landlady. She was vile, anil wiu cd.rruiiniii. she was infamous! The reoollection that she had promised me ice-water, ond had heartlessly gone back on her word, filled me with tem nostuons indiirnation. Oh! if she had given me that cooling drink I would have been well. I would not have been the fiery furnace that I am. It would have choked off the DEMON OF THIRST which is now oonsuming my vitals. Now I can drink the whole water-supply of the city ! What ecstasy to be one of the 42-inch pipes of the Detroit water works r I wish the Mississippi River to flow do wn my throat ! Oh 1 give me the ocean itself, with my personal orifice somewhere in the Arctic seas near the frozen pole! The Ions- niarht slowly flits away, and the blazing sun again scorches the plague-stricken city. Mrs. Delaney, by a fortunate chance, has been secured. Her last patient, a Northern business man, had died. Mrs. Delaney does not pretend to be very sorry. She is 61 years of age, but more active than many a young lady of 20. She knows her bus iness thoroughly, and has no vain senti montalism in her composition. In the intervals of my restless tumbling about the bed I commune with Mrs. Delaney. Her first experience with yellow-fever was many years ago in the bad season of 1837 when HER FIRST HUSBAND was a victim to the plague, and she was left alone with a baby to fight the battle of life. She married again, she tells me, and her second husband is not dead yet. She remarks in a crisp voice that she doesn't , know where he is, and she doesn't care. Wechapge the subject, i 1 find that I can not possibly die to day. This is the second, and conse quently an even number of days. I MAT DIE TO-MORROW, which is Wednesday, the third day; or I may become defujict on Friday, the fifth day ; or I may shuttle oft' this fiery, superheated coil on Sunday, the seventh day ; or I may linger in agony till the following Tuesday, the ninth day; but I can scorch, and burn, and gasp, and yell on any of the intervening days with out fear of death. I study this theory over in a wild, unconnected way, and think it odd. " The docthers say the croisis must come on an odd day ; and I have always found it so myself," says Mrs. Delaney. " Can ye spit?" The change of subject is too abrupt,and I stare at her vacantly. "Spit in that. Humph! Is yer mouth sorePItis. Well, that's good. Ye'll lose a power o' blood Outof yer mouth." Next day the doctor decides that I am afflicted with epistaxis (I don't know whether I have spelled it right). It is bleeding from the mouth, tongue, and gums. My tongue is swollen, and there are rtyv fissures in it, and also in my gums, and streams of blood issuing all the time. After awhile my nose con tributes a bloody stream, and I faintly ask Mrs. Delaney if I am going to bleed to death. " No ; no danger of that. Bleeding is a good sign," she says. I swallow lime-water and calcined magnesia, which, I am informed, prevents black vomit. My eyes, which have been aching terribly, now become fiercely inflamed, and seem to be ready to start out of my head. Toward evening I sign to my nurse to hand me a small mirror which is hanging agawst the wall. She re fuses. I insift She persists. I be come exasperated, and jump out of bed, and, will a firm step, walk up to the wall ascend the chair, and take it down. THE YELLOW FEVER FACE. " Yer so purty, ye must see yerself," says Mrs. Delaney, satirically. I can but inadequately desoribe the expression of my face. It was never a good-looking countenance ; nay, it was always homely. The criticisms I have heard on my physiognomy might be sum med up in the words "stern" and "sour." Still it would pass in a very, very large crowd. But this this is the face of a demon! My forehead is cor rugated ; my eyes are glaring and blood shot; my swollen lips are bloody and cracked ; and my discolored teeth, set fast, and expressing murder and de structiveness, are a combination and a form, indeed, to give the world assur ance of a fiend ! I try to mitigate the expression by an attempt to smile, and j produce a hyena. On the fourth day I suffer indescriba ble torture, and my mind is filled up i with frenzy and horrified imaginings. The central delusion is, that I am con i demned to whirl, in the same manner j as a water-wheel, over a measureless j chasm, for just 1,000,000 years, l'han : tasmagoria, in the form of endless pro- cessions of men, women, and beasts, ! each looking and leering at me, and ; mocging my suttenngs, pass along in . ' endless array. I know it is the result 1 j of opium given to deaden the j TERRIBLE TORTURE in my abdomen ; but the drug does not succeed in mitigating it to any extent, j j , iext day, so my nurse now informs me, I a.ked her more than a thousand , times, " What have I done to be thus punished." The pains, which in the ' first stages had been somewhat obtuse, 1 now became acute, and I shout aloud in 1 ' intolerable agnuy. The pain in my ' head feels as though there was an iron frame on it, which was crushing in the ' ' bones, till my tortured eyes seem bound I i to jump out of their sockets. The ' bloody discharge from my mouth and nose continues nd a glance at the mir ror on a rhair at my bedside shows that ' , my features have acquired a striking re- i semblance to an enragod yellow go- If ye git the bloody sweat, yer gone," says Mrs. Delaney, with charming sym pathy. I learn from her that a fatal symptom of yellow-jack is a universal bleeding from the pores of the skin, and that, when this makes iu appearance, the patient may as well throw up the sponge. I tell her boastfully that blood sweat or black-vomit has no terrors for me I would just as soon have both of them together. She says "Shut up ! " but says it softly, and endeavors to arrange the sheet in which my tortured form is partially enwrapped. The contact of the mere cloth on my abdomen makes me shriek with agony. I rise from the bed frantically and approach the win dow, and my burning eyes are saluted by A FUNERAL PROCESSION, preceded by a hearse with nodding plumes. Shocked, in spite of a reck lessness born of fierce pain, I lie iiown again, but nopositiou gives comfort. Tlie fiery heat which consumes my ab domen is supplemented with horrible pains in my loins, thighs, calves, knees, ankles, and even toes, which feel as though scraped by a razor and then gnawed by a dog's sharp teeth. The pain in my head becomes more intense, and so does the agony in every part of my body. No position gives ease. My stomach and bowels have a burning heat, as though scalded by boil ing water or scorched by coals of fire, and I shriek, and blaspheme, and curse my nurse and landlady for not adequate ly assuaging my thirst. I lie on my back or side, with knees drawn up, and objurgate God and man. Then there slowly comes a change. My skin, which during the first three days was hot and dry, and afterward, on the fourth day, slightly moist, now perspires freely. Worn out, I lie gasping and groaning, and still afflicted with pain and thirst. The doctor is summoned, and comes with his brown, genteel assistant, and says he rather thinks I will be all right in a few days. He looks pleased, and so does his assistant. Mrs. Delaney is cool and unmoved. As night approaches she lights the gas (the light does not hurt my eyes at all) and lets down the curtain, and, seeing that I am tolerably quiet, asks if she can leave me for half an hour. I groan assent, while my heart jumps with expectation. Her toilet is easily made and she is gone. A NOCTURNAL EXCURSION. Now or never. I rise with difficulty and peer round for the water-pitcher. Curses on her, she has taken it away ! I fall back in profound despair. In the silenco of the night I hear the noisy exclamations of card-players in the lit tle coffee-house on the corner across the way. A wild idea crosses my brain, and I deliberately slide out of bed and lie prone on the carpet. Then I roll slowly toward the door, tacking around the table and my nurse's chair so as to save exertion. Then I turn the handle, and the door opens toward me. No fear of being discovered! I and my nurse are the only occupants of the house, and she is out! I am attired in a simple costume con sisting of only one linen garment, while around my necK is a clotn stained witn blood from my mouth. I descend the stairs which lead to the side -door in the primitive manner of a child of ten months, ana unioce tne aoor leading to the side of the house. Across the nar row street it is scarcely twelve feet in width is the one-story conee-nouse. The saloons of New Orleans are gener ally called coffee-houses, and a number of them keep the fragrant decoction of the bean of Yemen always on hand. This coffee-house is simply a tenth-rate bar-room, frequented principally by " dagos," which generic title takes in all men of Spanish extraction engaged in fishing or bringing fruit or vegeta bles to market from points on the river. The landlord, a villainous-looking " da go," with a dark, pallid face like a Las car, is playing cards with three of his customers, with all the heat and noise peculiar to gamblers of the Latin race. I see them through a stationary wooden blind, which partially conceals the shab by bar and the array of bottles and de canters reflected in a cheap, dirty mir ror. I make my way over the pave ment on mv hands and knees. I pause unobserved under the veranda of the groggery, and gaze with feverish desire on something which stands on the coun ter. My head burns fiercely with my unwonted exertion. Finally, with a su preme effort, I stagger across the room to the bar, lift up the battered pewter ice-pitcher to my lips, and commence drinking. To my dying day I will de clare that draught THE SWEETEST EVER DRANK BY MAN. The next moment there was a hurried movement. Two of the men ran out with a howl of horror. The landlord snatched the pitcher from my lips, and his companion seized me in his arms. Those dagos" are not afraid of yellow fever. I caught sight of a yellow-faced demon in the mirror at the same time, and then all was dark. " I don't care, Doctor, I won't do nothing for him. He can die." " Well, I think you had better stay. You have no riht to leave him." "What could I do? Sure, Johnny had been arristed for batin' an English man, an' I only slipped down to see mm an give mm uiourj to pay nu fine." Nicety-nine doctors out of a hundred will tell yon that a relapse means death. Two weeks to a day after my first at tack I felt an overpowering nausea in my stomach, and my mouth tilled. My nurse said not a word, out turned dead ly pale. As I saw an inky substance be fore me in the basin I said, lightly: "This is THE BLACK-VOMIT, isn't it P" No answer. I repeated thu question, and Mrs. Delaney put uD h apron, like a true Irish dame, and tT refuge in tears. " Bah ! " said I, with . sinking heart, though feeling sinenw ly free from pain, "the btack-vomS can't kill me!" l Mrs. Delaney, aftorafewsobj, strikes a bell on the table twice, and slips do to the door. A little darky from ova! the way receives her message, and in little while my landlady comes In Then comes a clerical-looking person' age, with Dundreary whiskers and bin. eyes, who says that he understands the brother belongs to the Presbyterian faith. Tho doctor also makes his an. pearance, and brushes every body aside, touches my forehead, and assumes t perfunctory appearance of attention. I liiuuno iu uo uuiiHi uiac inese think that I am a "goner," but I exult in the idea that they are all mistaken The doctor, being privily advised there! to by the clergyman, tolls me that I must die. WhenP Well, by morning. I don't believe it. He reiterates the statement, and I reiterate my unbelief. THE CLERGYMAN KNEELS AND PRAYS, and the doctor retires. The clergyman follows about an hour after, and the two women sit up with me. The vomito continues, and I make a rather sick joke about the cuttle-fish and its black-vomit. I am answered by sighs. The assistant appears, and I swallow some medicine. The long watches of the night pass away, and I am still alive and sensible. The black-vomit diminishes in quantity, and by daylight it ceases. The assistant comes about 10 o'clock, and is met at the door by Mrs. Delaney. " Is it pos sible!" he ejaculates, and he forgets his Erofessionally quiet tread, and walks riskly to my bed. Every day I have numerous visits from physicians. Yielding to the gen eral wish, my physician has drawn up a formal report of my case, and it lies on my table, and is carefully read by every medical man who comes into my room. I am as yellow as a dirty lemon, but I am gaining. I have lost half my woight at least; every rib sticks out as plain as a barrel-hoop ; every section of my ver tebras stands out in bold relief like a wal nut, and my legs are like walking-sticks ; BUT I STILL LIVE. I have survived the twin events of a relapse and black-vomit in yellow fever, and I propose, as soon as I get well, to adopt Mrs. Delaney for my mother. You will doubtless read a full Report of my case in the leading medical journals. You see I am bound to rise to the sur face. Merit always wins. Crqghan. Krnpp's Latest Trlnuiph. Just now we are told that experiments have been made at Krupp's manufac tory of Bredelar on certain big guns producing big results in connection with such a big treaty as that of Berlin Peace! Let us see what these peaceful pets, these artillery infants can do. At 10,000 yards the ball from one of these charmers ' will perforate the thickest ironclad ; at 2,000 yards two such shot will disable or sink the largest ship afloat. And every one of these shots cost some $150 in money and six min utes in time to do its deadly and de structive work. Thus in 12 minutes and for $300 you can destroy an ironclad costing $1,600,000, provided the shoot ing is good. Include the other minor matters, such as the death of the crew, consisting of 600 or 700 men. Here is one feature following the Berlin treaty. London Cor. Baltimore Sun. Salt Saving. Salt is healthful and necessary for animals when running to grass, but in winter we do not give them salt. They will eat it, it is true, but it creates thirst and then they are apt to drink too much cold water, and bring on chills andfovor, and perhaps inflam mation of tho stomach or bowels. In summer salt acts as a corrective to the laxity and flatulence which the succu lent grasses may produce. A tight box under the cow-shed, in which the salt mav be Dut. is tho most economical way to feed it. A saving may be made by pouring all of tho old beef and ham brine into this box ; the cows will take a lick or two every day, and this is better than giving them a heap on the ground twice a week as the common practice is, which is a waste of salt, and besides makes a bare spot. Farmers study lit tle economies the least of any class of business men. No merchant would think of throwing away a half barrel of brine and then turn around and pay his money for a lot of salt to use in its place. He would use the brine and congratulate himself as Dr. Franklin did, that "a penny saved is as good as a penny earned." New York Tiibunt. " Were I to pray for a taste," says Sir John Herschel, "which should stand me instead under every variety of circumstances, and be a source of hap- f iness and cheerfulness to me during ife, and a shield against its ills, how ever things might go amiss and the world frown upon me, it would be taste for reading. Give a man this taste and the means of gratifying it and yon can hardly fail of making him a happy man, unless, indeed, you put into bis hands a most perverse selection of doom, lou place him in contact " the best society in every period of histo rywith the wisest, the wittiest, the tenderest, the bravest and the purest characters who have adorned humanity yon make him a denizen of all na tions a cotemporary of all ages. The world has been created for him." Seventeen sculptors and 18 piatr ers from the L'nited States are now re siding in Borne.