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1 know not what win befaU met God hangs a mist o'er mj eyes; And e'er each step of my onward path He makes new scenes arise And every j >y He sends me comes As a sweet and glad surprise. 1 see not a step before me. As I tfe»o the days of the year. But th ' fast Is till In God's seeping, The lv ure h s merer shall clear: And what looks dark ln tbe distance May brighten aa I draw near. For pel haps the drcadtd future Has !«~» bitterness than I think; TLe Lord may sweeten the water Befoie 1 stoop to I'rink; Or if Marah mu-l r.< Marafc. He will stand beside the brink. It may be there Is waiting For ihe coming of my feet, Ecnie gilt ot such rare blesscCness. Some J iy so strangely s«e»i. That my lip- can only tremble With the tnanks I cannot speak. Oh, rtstful, blissful Ignirsnoe? Tis blessed not to know; It keeps me quiet In those arms vtnich wnl not let m? *o, A "I hu r.es my seul to rest Ou the bosom which loves me so. So I go on not knowing: I wonld not if I might: 1 v rather v. ma in ifie dark with God, Thsn go slone in the light. I wonld rather walk with Christ by faith Thsn walk aiune by sght. My heart shrinks back from Pisls which the future may disclose. Yet I never had a sorrow But what the dear Lord chose: ) o 1 a»nd tbe com! ng tears bsck, With the whispered woidvHe knows." LUCCA ON THS BATTLEFIELD. On the 18th of August, in the rear 1860, a number of the inhabitants of Ber lin were seen crushing wildly toward the pillars outside Litfasz's, in order to get the first glimpse of tbe victorious bulle tins that had just been put up there. A stout old gentleman, with spectacles on nose, now begged for quiet, and when this was established he read out in a clear voice the despatch dated from Pont a-Mousson, announcing that the enrmy had ma le a sortie Ar -m Metz on the 16th, but bad been driven back aguin into the fortress, after twelve hours' hard fight ing. Heavy loss on both aides was, how ever, a sad ending to the glorious news. The crowd was just beginning to dis perse when an open carriage drove up, and the tastefully dressed occupant, ordering her coachman to stop close to the pillars, told the footman, who hastily jumped down, to tell her at once tbe con tents of the telegram. "I can spare your servant the trouble, Madau.e. ' said our gray-haired old frien 1, stepping toward the carriage and lifting his hat politely. "Ah, good morning, dear doctor,'' cried the lady, very pleased. "I have not seen you fer an age: please tell me quickly, have we gained another victory?" * "General yon Doring and yon Wendel are killed, and yon Raucb and yon Gruter are wounded,'" replied the Doctor. "And is there nothing about Lieuten ant yon Rhaden?" questioned the lady in an anxious tone. "No, Madame, yoor husband is not mentioned," answered the doctor, smil ing good-naturedly at her naive ques tion. "Then I must telegraph at once. Will you, please, see about the telegram for me, dear doctor? I shall have no peace till I know whether my husband is all right. We are close to my house, pray help me in my forlorn state." The doctor bowed assent and strode after the carriage, which stopped at No. 30 Victoria street. ''Win) wss that interesting-looking lady?'' a*ked a bystander of the district inspector. 'That little lady with the spiritnelle face and speaking eyes is the prima donna of our opera, Mme. Pauline Lucca, the wife of Baron yon Rhaden, who is now away with tbe army. She enjoys, and deservedly so, the greatest popular ity here, and is always spoken of as "our Pauline," both by bigh and low. "Mme. Lucca bad scarcely entered her door, when the porter placed a tele gram in her hands. Hastily tearing it open, she read: "Lieutenant yon Rhaden is wounded, but not dangerously." "Ah, it is as I feared!" she exclaimed. "It waa not for nothing that I dreamed three nights running about snakes! It is true, the telegram says he is not dan gerously wounded, but I am aura he must want nursing;and here I am—hun dreds of miles away from bim!" Then speaking to herself, she contin ues!: "No, no—l know my duty and will fulfill it! John must not take the horses out, I must drive off at once. Where is my maid? Ediths, yon have just come in time. Get everything ready, we start at once. Pack some changes of linen in my small trunk—dresses we ahall not require, as we shall certainly not be asked to court. Here ia some money, go at once and bay everything that will strengthen my sick husband; pigeon f, chickens, meat-extract, pre serves; if there is any caviare, you can get a small barrel from the old Russian in Charlotte street, and don't forget tbe very beat cigars, and take one doaen bot tles of the oldest wine in tne cellar. But I mnst have a pass -from Count Eulen berg, tbe minister of the interior. Quick, quick, Editbal peek everything into one box aad send it off to the station. Aa soon as yon are ready we start." "Yon are giving yourself unnecessary expense and trouble," insisted tbe doo tor. "If yon want to take something with you.let it be oornpressed vegetables, condensed milk, Liebig's extract, coffee, tea aad sugar; all these be can en joy,and if yen like, I will go and make the neees- I eowld embrace your "Pray do no, sans awn*." mid he. partment, Mme. Lucca got into her car riage and drove to Count Eulenberg, whom she entreated to grant herself and maid a pass to tho seat of war. She got it. Early on the morning of the 21st of August we find Mms. Lucca and her niuid at the mil way station, aud soon they and their baggage, including the much discussed commiaariat hamper, were en route for the seat of war. After numerous interruptions and stoppages, her journey was concluded. It was late in the evening when tbe train reached Saarbrncken, where Lucca and her maid got ont; the officers bade a friendly fare well to tbeir "Comrade Frau yon Rha den," and with many good wisheß for a speedy meeting with her husband, they hastened away in search of their respec tive quarters. Turning to a porter, Lnoca asked him where sue oould get a night's lodging. "A night's lodging!" repeated he,look ing at hor id surprise; "there is no chance of v lodging anywhere in Saar brncken. Tho whole place is crammed with soldiers." "And I am so tired!" exclaimed Mme. Lucca. "Don't yon know of any place where we could rest for the night? No matter how small or poor, I would re ward you well." The porter shoved his cap on one side, scratched his head, thought for a mo ment and then said: "The engine house—there I could ar range you a good bed of clean straw or hay, if you think it is respectable enough." "Respectable enough? and why not?" "Because, madame, in peace time we often shut tramps up there." "My good man, that won't trouble me in the least - bnt could you not get us some blankets?" "Oh, yes," answered the porter. "I can get plenty of blankets from the offi cers, if I say they are required for la dies." The porter proved a man of his word. Quickly spreading some fresh clean straw in the small dark space, be went away, und in less than a quarter of an hour returned, laden with soft, warm blankets out of which a couch, not at all to be despised, was arranged. Socn the two travelers were comforta bly Trapped in the warm blankets on their extemporized bed. Just as Mor pheus closed their eyes, however, a loud knocking was heard at the door. "Gracious Heaven, have pity on us! weure lost, we are lost!" cried the maid, making one spring to the door and seat ing herself on the boxes to increase the resistance. "Who is there?" she con tinued, feeling thus reassured. "It is ouly me, Lieutenant yon L , your traveling companion," was tbe an swer. "I have just come to tell you that you can sleep in peace, as I have placed a guard before the engine house, by the Colonel's orders. Feeling secure by the knowledge that they were guarded, mistress and maid lay down and, thoroughly tired out, did not wake till 4 in the morning; when suddenly drnms began to beat, bugles to sound, words of command were shouted ont—warlike noises were heard all round; something extraordinary must be going on in Saarbruoken. The barricade was quickly removed and Mme. Lucca stepped out, just as Lieutenant yon L came spurring up on his fiery chesnut, reporting hurried ly: "There is an alarm, Madame, the French won't wait any longer—they want another beating! Everything has gone on, and I have been left behind to you. Au revoir! but stop—l had very nearly forgotten to tell you that your husband is in the hospital at Pont-a- Mousson." "And bow far is that from here?" "About forty miles; but, pardon me, I am called away. Adieu!" and off he gal loped like a bullet out of a chassepot. The aspect of Saarbrncken was indeed desolate when the troops had left. See ing an old man coming along, Mme. Lucca asked: "My good man is any of our army still here?" "Only the Grand Duke of Oldenburg; there be comes np the street with his staff," and off he went. "Good morning, your Highness," said tbe prima donna, in a loud voice. The grand dnke, surprised, pulled up his horse, and looking down at her he said: "Can Ibe mistaken? no, surely it is Frau Lucca, our prima donna! Many a time bare I bad tbe pleasure of bear ing you at the opera." "Tour Highness, I am delighted that you graciously remember my insignifi cance. In Berlin I am introduced to dnkes at court; here, however, I must do it myself in the open street. 'I hare come to fetch my husband, who lies wounded at Point s Mousson. I entreat of your Highness to help me." "That, dear lady, is, 1 fear, impossi ble, with the best will in tbe world," answered be, pittir.gly; "for at thia mo rn, nt there is nothing at hand bat tbe bsggsge wagon, which follows ns with the servants." "Serene Highness," exclaimed Mme. Lncca, "but driving is better than good walking. If that is your only objection to tbe baggage wagon, ploase order down three men, so that I my maid and bag gage may mount." The grand duke laughingly complied, shook her heartily by tbe hand, excused himself that be could not do more for bar and rode off. Mme. Loom aud her maid got up aad tbe wagon slowly rum- Mod off to Pont a-Mouseon. It was late the following day when they at last reached tbe town. Tbe whole of Pont a- Mousaon was converted into a bag* hos pital, end nearly every beam bad th* Geneva fag. Praa Loom went iadefat itably from one to tbe other, till at last she got tbe information. "Lieutenant voa Rhodes, severely woeaded. First Boor, room No. I? This confirmation of her fears seemed to taka away hor courage." "We hope to pull him through yet," said tbe doctor reassuringly; "pray, madame, do not lose heart; all will go well, I hope. Follow me up tbe stairs, but only after I have prepared him can I allow yon to go into his room." She stepped in, her looks anxiously searching for her beloved husband; bnt what a picture met her eyes! In a close small room stood a bed, to judge by its length, oi.ly intended for a child, on which lay a tall manly figure of at least six feet, the legs hanging over the end, the head and face bandaged leaving nothing visible but a nose and a mouth, fearfully swelled and the color of load. "Is that my husband?" Fran Lucca asked in a broken voice. "Yes, that is Lieutenant vonßhaden." She sank down on a chair, covering ber face with both her bands. "Pauline?" murmured the patient al most inarticulately. "Pray, Madame, go behind the bead of tbe bed," said the doctor. "Your husband is about to awake, and your un expected appearance here might do bim harm." The patient moved again, and the doc tor came and felt his pulse. "You have had a good sleep, Baron; do you feel any easier?" "A little," he whispered. "I had such a pleasant dream." "Of your wife? —you called out her name." "Yes, of my wife—of Pauline t It was like reality—l saw her stand at my bedside, bending over me with tears in her eyes, as she whimpered 'Adolph.' " "And what if the dream was a re ality?" qnestioned the dootor. "Ah, impossible," murmured the sick man; "I would as soon fancy an angel from heaven coming here to me." Mme. Lucca could contain herself no longer. "Adolph, lam here!" she cried in a voice choked with tears, falling on her knees beside bim. We will not further describe the scene; suffice it, that the dootor, by means of persuasions and threats, Drought Mme. Lucca to her former composure, telling her of what real use she could be. The patient, as Mme. Lucca afterward re iated with great satisfaction, had no less than five oups of this coffee, she herself feeding bim. For ten days Mme. Lucca nursed her husband indefatigably, and notwithstanding all tbe disagreeabloness attendant on wounds, never left his bed side. Her maid every day cooked and prepared a portion of tbe compressed vegetables and soups, which the patient could only take iv spoonfuls at a time; bnt, thanks to good nursing, his health improved rapidly. On tbe tenth day the doctor called again. "There has been another cavalry skirmish," he said, "only a mile from here, in which the French, as usual have been defeated. Now, our outposts are only about 800 paces from the French, so that with a good field glass oue can plainly distinguish their kepis." "I have brought my glass with me," quickly said Mme. Lacoa. "Conld I not go out and see tbe French outposts ? Can you tell me where I could get per mission to go?" "The only person who can give you leave to visit the outposts is the Erappen commandant, Captain H , of the Uhlans."" "Please, tloctor, look well after my husband, and before he wakes I shall have had a good look at the French kepis. I will go at onoe to Captain H and ask for a pass and au escort." As she hurried off to tbe captain's quarters tbe doctor looked after her, shaking his head and smiling to himself: "A very child's nature, light-hearted, but self-willed, too." The captain was just reading tbe patrol's report, according to which a bat tle was expected near Sedan. An aide de-camp had brought him orders to strengthen tbe outposts on the heights of PoDt-a-Mouason, and to do bis utmost to prevent the French troops, scattered round there, from re-forming. An orderly came in and announced: "A lady from Berlin wishes to speak to you." "A lady!" exclaimed tbe captain, sur prised. "Did she give her name?" "Fran yon Rbaden," she says. "Die Lucca!" cried tbe captain, pimp ing up and himself going to open the door. "Mad: -ne," he ssid, "I am both surprised ant flighted to welcome you to my quartet ' "I just wat to visit the outposts and bare a look at Cue French." Tbe captain thongbt he could not hare heard rightly. "Ton wish to visit the outposts? ■ The theater of war ia very different to that of the opera I" "Ob, I know that!—on tbe battlefield the cbassepot bullets take the soprano, tbe mitrailleuses tbe baritone, aad the shells tbe base porta. But I should like, jot I for once, to bear such a concert." "And what if a bullet hit yon?" "Ob, no fearl French bullets are much too polite to do that. Please, please, Herr Ktttmeister, give me a pass and a couple of Uhlans." "Really, madam, I am very sorry, but I cannot grant your request." "If you only boaitate ou that acoount, I will absolve you in writing from all re sponsibility," saying which she took a piece of paper from tbe table, wrote a few words and banded it back to the Rittmeister. "Here ia your warrant," she said. "Of course, if you thus insist, I must giro ia." And without f arthor dslsy ho handed her a peas, told off a sergeant and tea Uhlans as saourt, and ths whole Crty wars quickly ss roste to th* (guts. It was the aoth of August, the ssn was strsami*g down hot aad nerosly, and Fraa Lneoa, her raaahsrts ia hsr right band and glasses in her left, walked bravely on, humming that air out of "Figaro." Don vergtan delres flenen, misses Wlmmem, Da wo Lanxen und Behwerter aohlmmeru— the Uhlans followed behind. After half an hour's rough walking through hedges and across ditches, they reached the first line of outposts, where the sentries, like moles, had thrown np tbe earth, to protect them from the ene my's fire. The first they came to were Savons, and one of these looking in per fect amazement at tho lady, exclaimed: "Jesses Strambaoh! If tho Prussian women are so courageous, no wpnder the Frenchmen run when they see these Amazons' husbands!" To which Mme. Lucca replied in the broadest Viennese: "You are not quite right, my friend! lam Austrian born, Prussian by incli nation, but, above all, a real aud tma German." Even on the way thither, single bullets bad come across "from over the way," but fortunately had passed over tbeir heads. Now, however, when the party halted, thus giving the French a mark", ,the bullets began to fall thick and close, one of the pennants was shot from a lance and the horses began to get restive. The sargeant rode up, saluted, and said: "Frau Earoni, if I regain here a quar ter of nn hour, It nger with by Uhluns, I shall not bring back a single man tin wounded; for the sight of au Uhlan always makes the French spend a fab ulous amount of ammunition." Even as he spoke a bullet grazed his horse's ear. "For heaven's sake," cried Lnoca, startled. "Don't Let any one's life be endangered on my account. Pray, gen tlemen, turn and ride back as fast as yon can, und take my very best thanks to your captain." There was no need to repeat her com mand. Tho Uhlans having received in structions to obey tho lady in every thing, dashed away with lightning speed, and were soon out of sight. Shortly after their departure the, enemy's fire also ceased. Mme. Lucca waa now able to look around,and taking advantage of tbe quiet, went on till she reached one of the fore most sentries. Here she fonnd un old, shot riddled stump, on which, being rather tired, she seated herself, und taking out her glasses, was plainly able to see the glisteuing of the Fronoh baro nets at no great distance. The ground between the French aud Germau out posts was literally ploughed up with shot and shell. Here she waited for about a quarter of an hour, but no further shot came. On her return to Port-a Mousson she heard a soldier re mark: "She is bullet proof; she must be a witch!" A few days after the battle of Sedan, Lieut. Yon Khaden, carefully bandaged and well wrapped up, started for Berlin, accompanied by hi) wife and her maid. At Neuendorf, near Mannheim, n Berlin banker asked Mme. liucca what brought her there in this time of danger, to which she replied: "I have just been to fetch my old man from tho seat of war, for I think I shall nurse him better at borne than the sisters of mercy could do iv tho hospital." Four months after those events Mme. Lucca became the happy mother of a charming little daughter.—Temple Bar. Had and Would. The colloquial use of tbe same con traction I'd, lor I had and I would has been extended imperceptibly into writ ing aud printing, with results that threaten to supercede would altogether, and replace it more improperly by had. Some of our ablest writers have fallen into this inclleganoy, or allowing tbeir printers to do so—among others' Mr. Thackeray, who says in tho "Virgin ians," "1 had rather had lost an arm," instead of "I would rather have lost an arm," and Mr. Carlyle.who has "A doom for Quebec (the negro) which I bad rather not contemplate," instead of "wonld rather not." Instances of this unnecessary corruption of the word are to be found so far back aa the days of Shakespeare and a century later iv the usually woll written and classical pages of the Tattler and Spectator. When hwl is followed by that word better, as in tbe phrase, "you had better," it is au improper substitute for would, though "you bad better do so and so," has tbe advantage of being more laoonio than the synonymous phrase, "It would be better if you would do so." When had is followed by bsve, its use is still more ungrammatical. Thus, when the Times of March 12, 1870. says, "Sir Wilfred Lawson had better have kept to hia orig inal proposal." So also the Spectator of March 2, 1879, when it wrote, "Tbe motion had better be withdrawn," was guilty of a permissible colloquiolism, was grammatically incorrect, and should have written, "It wonld be better if tbe motiou were withdrawn." Iv like man ncr tbe Examiner fell in the prevalent carelessness when it wrote March 2,1879, "If tbe University of Loudon, after an existence of thirty years cannot produce a competent man, it had better cease to exist. ,v Taa Cow aExPaAxanoa.—"Will that cow bite?" asked a oily youth of a far mer who was milking aa ugly look ing animal. "Wall, she wont bite; bnt I advise yon not to get too close to her head, for she miaht hook yon," re plied the granger. "That's funny.'' gig gled the fresh young man. "What do yon mesa by hooking*'' Just then tbe sow gave a lurch to leeward, caught tbs youth by th* skirt of hia ooet.aad tossed bim ovsr lb* fsnoe. "That's what I msaatr exclaimed ths farmer, aa tbs chagrined chap picked himself tip aad imped off.-Tbs X. Y. Dairy. Produce Wagon and Coal Cart. „ A wild-eyed bnt pleasant looking young man with bucolic aspeot and big foot presided over tbe destinies of a pro duce wagon that moved olumsily down Warren street yesterday. It was drawn by a team of morose looking horses whose heads hung nearly to the ground. They almost stepped on their noses,' and created the impression that they wore scenting for gas leaks. But the wild eyed man sat erect, with his faoe toward the west and evidently sniffing the air of New Jersey from afar. He knew he wanted to get to the further shore, but was totally unable to locate tbe terries. When about half a block from Bioid way he stopped his team by a well-nigh imperceptible twitch at the reins and a soft "whoa," and for a moment sank his bead in thought. Then a voice was lift ed from tbe rear. "Phat, d'ez want the ontoiro motropo lie?" It was tbe voice of a coal cart driver, and tho voice was husky with emotion. "Goon bank to Pam-rappo, ye Jereay skid.*' The countryman turned around in his seat, held his breath till his eyes bulged and theu said with great originality : "Ah, pull down your vest." "Git out, ye cross eyed bung starter. Oi'll cum up thero and jump on jet ohest." Upon this the rural delegate stuck out his tongue in derision at tho coal cart driver, and jerking the lines violently, yelled "Yerp there I" The dismal looking horses, who had apparently found a leak and been stupe tied by tbe gas, were awakened from their comatose condition in tbe course of time, aad lifting their feet languidly started forward. When the driver from the suburbs came to the corner he turned southward and thus committed an awful blunder, for he drove his team into Church street. Within ten minutes nearly all the north bound street car travel on the west side of New York was blookcd; there were half a dozen car drivers around the produce wagoD, and the countryman was reduced to blank despa'r. His wagon was tirmly wedged across the street, with all the cars and car drivers urging it northward, but its progress was effectually barred iv that direction by the driver of the coal cart, who resolutely refused to yield an inch. Then a burly policeman sauntered up, and looking at the driver of the coal cart for a moment, oried loudly: "Move on there, you tarrier." "Phat fm?" "To clear the way." "Clear the way yourself." Then the policeman seized the horse by tbe bit and yanked tbe cart out of the way. This was followed by a similar service to the countryman, and tbe jam was broken. "Come an' see me some time, Pam ruppo?" "Oh, if I ever ketch you," cried the countryman. . "I'll oome and see " " Yuan, do, bung-starter, do. Oi live in tbe Eaat river. Drop in army toime. Xu-ta." A $183,000 Name of Poker. "It was on my trip to Pittsburg, up the Ohio, that I played my last game of cards," said Col. Dan Bice. "It was in '49 on board tbe steamer Revolution, and I have never turned a card for pleasure or profit since. I don't think I ever told thiß ciroumstance before. I used to be terribly fond of poker. It was a great game in the old davit, and is vet, I guess. I bad about $100,000 in money and property, and I owned the steamboat on which we were travel ing. My ring master, Canada Bill, the famous gambler who died iv Heading, Pa., a couple of years ago, a young blond from Wheeling and myself consti tuted the party at poker that uigbt. When we quit 1 was $182,000 ahead." "You must have held some remarkable hands during the game. Colonel," sug gested the reporter. "No, sir; it wasn't that so much as it was I had more money than they. They put up their watches and diamonds, and ' my wife was nearly crazy, for she never knew I played cards. I gave tbem their jewelry hack but kept the cash. Canada Bill lost •100,000. and tbe Wheeling chap lost about #80,000. Canada Bill was notorious gambler, and played high, but that was the biggest game he ever played, I guess. Petty bone, tbe poker king, hs they cull bim, taught me bow to play cards. From that night on to this day I have never played a game of cards. —Pittsburg Dispatch. The Mew Mode of Vaccination. Tho British Medical Association has lately had under notice Dr. Moor s new method of vaccination. His plan ia to make with a perfectly olean sharp lancet, fire or six single soeriAottions, holding tbe lancet as a pen is held, resting se curely but gently on tbe arm of tbe per son operated on, which is held with tba left band. Thus performed, tbe opera tion is said to occupy scarcely two sec onds, and when done lightly, but suffi ciently, does not waken a sleeping; infant nor cause a child to cry, provided tbe at tention be diverted by gently stroking tbe arm, or otherwise engaging the atten tion. Tba lymph from the arm of an other child, preserved in tubes or on points, is then gently rubbed with tbe flat of the lancet or charged points across tbs little wound, which may be made by slight traction of the adjacent skin, the result of this mode of operation ia fonad to be one or more, usually two, separate veaiolea or an oblong oompound, on* an the site of each pair of scratches, and one at the site of tba single scratch, or mora if six were made la all, or it they were made longer than usual. It is neither necessary nor desirable thai tbs iasiakaa be sms* at all deep.