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JOHN H. OBERLY, PUBLISHER.
CAIRO, ILLINOIS. SUNDAY, 00TOBEL 13, 1871
CAIRO BULLETIN
SELECTED STORy!
"IL BACIO."
ItV Jl'HTI.V M CAKTHV.
Mr. Adolphus Ranthorpo was one of
the magnates of London literature. He j
was a lomaucist and dramatist. He I
was in every way an immense success. .
He was born iu the purple of literature. ,
His father had been a wealthy patron j
of poor poets and story-tellers ; the
ton became a story-teller on his own .
account. Anyhow a great success and
a rich man, with a country house and a .
mansion iu Ucrkeley .Square, London, cced. Gone, I can't way anything I thor, and somotimes even came to his
In his study in this mansion sat Han- more ; and iw what do you want me aid as he toiled, now perhaps somewhat
thorpc one spring day. He was a big , to do for you " ' mechanically nud perfunctorily, overhis
man, somn fifty-four years of uge, dark-1 'Nothing marc, Mr. Kanthorpe. I books. He had had great ideas of em
haired, with a large beard, and not one You have done ctough already. You . ploying I'hilip permanently as a score-
laint shadow oi gray m nuir or oearu.
He wore a shabby old velvet coat with
big pockets, und he was only waiting 1
for an idea.
His servant told him ti young man ,
wished to sec him The young man
wouiu not give his name, nut ucciarcu
be must fee the great author. The
great author grumbled, groaned, turntd "To begin a new work this very eve
uueasily in his chair, threw down bis , ning."
pen, and as usual, consented to be in-1 "What is it to be about?"
termptcd. ! "I don't know yet. Tho idea will
. t i .re r . . . t .. . ti
j sienuer young man oi lour or tve
and twenty, with a pale, eager face,
deep, dark eyes, and a small moustache
the brand of the race of artist
stamped on every lineament aud mem
ber from forehead to fingers entered
the room. He was carclc-sly dressed,
but there was an case about him that
banished every appearance of shabbi
ncss. He carried a book in his hand,
at the sight of which Mr. Kanthorpe
shtddered.
"Mr. Ranthorpe," the visitor began,
"I am one of your devoted admirers.
Your works have nuulr me ! They
have aroused iu me an ambition and a
knowledge of what I can do. You
have brought me to Loudon, through
your books." which had thus passed away.
Mr. Kanthorpe bowed, but could not Kanthorpo was a charming compan
tsy ho felt very glad of this. ion fresh, boyish, full of humor and
"My name," the young man went on, good spirits. As for the daughter,
"is Hayward Philip Hayward. I am ' young Hayward was madly in love with
alone in the world, aud Tiave come up Charlie before he left the house. She
to Loudon to make a fame! Therefore was Kanthorpe's only child aud he was
I have presented myself at once to you a widower.
as my teacher and chief." , I'hilip took a small room in a subur-
" ou have already published some- ban house, and worked away there.
thing?" llauthorpe said, glancing at ( He spent many of his evenings atllau-
the book which his visitor carried. thorpe's. If anywhere else Kanthorpe
"Yes ; 1 have published this a sort had seen a pretty poetic girl aud a
of philosophical story, or prose poem." handsome romantic youth thrown to-
Kanthorpe toot me nine voiumo.
He had a wonderful way of getting the
lneaninir and value of a book into hi?
mind iu a moment. He
used to say,
I tear the
then put it ,
"I haven't time to read,
heart out of a book, aud
away,
The young man watched him with a
glowing cheek aud eager, kindling
eves. The confidence which had car
ned him ou so far seemed to- dewert '
lii in durinir this awful ordeal. The
great author was actually looking at him.
the pages of his first effort. Kanthorpe "I have written the last line of the
was thus occupied for about twenty ( last chapter," Baid Philip,
minutes. "Oh, how delighted I am I What a
Suddenly the door of the study success it will bo I Hut you look de
opened, and a pretty, brown haired girl I pressed and melancholy. Why is that?
came in. She was to pretty aud grace-, Tell me. You ought to be full of hope
ful, her eyes were so animated and aud joy." She laid her hand gently
sparkling, her hair was so rich in its upon his arm.
curling mastes, that our poor Hayward ( "I am afraid now ; I am a coward !
forgot even his first literary venture I have no confidence ; I only think of
and ordeal as he looked at her. He
rose from his chair. She was about to
draw back, seeing the stranger, when
her father, without looking at her,
mado a peculiar motiou with his hand.
She smiled, blushed, looked a little em
harassed, but remained stauding just as
she was, and said not a word. She
kept tho very attitude of attempted re
treat, and looked as graceful as Can
ova's "Dancing Girl." The young man
assumed that he had better keep silence
too, and remain standing, and ho did
so ; but, iustead of fixing his eyes now
on the great author he glanced every
moment furtively at the pretty girl.
The momeut was delicious, but embar-
rassnig.
"There ! said uanmorpc, ancr nve
minutes more had passed, and ho put I
down tho volume. "That will do,
Charlie ; I release you. I am great in
discipline in this room, Mr. Hayward.
If my daughter ventures iu while I am
reading anything that requires atten
tion I make a sign, and then she knows
that tsho isn't to speak, sho isn't to
go away for that would only distract
mo again aud sho isu't to rustle her
dress. Sho is a good girl, and does as
she is told. Charlie, this is Mr. Hay
ward, a uew friend of mine."
"1 am afraid you thought mo vory
rude and awkward, Mr. Hayward," said
Charlio (otherwiso Charlotte) ; "but
papa'H orders aro imperative iu this
room. Any where else I can generally
have my own way, bur hero he is su
premo." "Well, Charlie, now that you may
speak, what is it, love ?"
"I onlycamo to ask you about lunch
con, dear. Shall you bo at home?"
"Yes, certainly. Mr. Hayward will
toko lunohcou with us."
"Charlio" bowed to tho visitor, gavo
. ii i . 1 v ! " .
him n trienuiy smnu which meant wol
como, and cscapeu. iter sniuo was
wonderfully liko that of her father,
Tho young author had not been ablo to
sav a word. For the first timo in his
lit'o ho thought himself a fool.
"Well, Mr. Hayward," said tho
great author, "I think I have read
enough of this to form an opinion,"
For ft momeut Charlio ceased to in
habit tho mind of our youth. Ho
awaited tho sontonco with eagerness
and a wo,
"Yos, I think I can judgo. I dou't
woudcr it failed. You affeot obscurity,
thinking it fine, no doubt young men
nlwavs do : a great mistake tor vmmo
dorse the verdict of the public ns to
this book ns a book, observe. It
ought to bo a failure; but don't bo
alarmed 1 dou't say that yon ought
to be a failure."
The young man's heart
bad almost
stood still with crief mid nnin
A faint
I gleam of hope now bade it beat again.
''No: thero are snorkles of fancv
here and there and of humor too,
vhen you are off your philosophy
which do promise. Try your haud
next at a mere story a Btorv of com-
mou life, but with a lyric dash of pas
siou in it. I shouldn't wonder if yoi
wer too succeed. I am not too hone
f you I
hope-
fill, for I have seen rather too much of
this hot, ol thing ; but, at least. I know
of no rcatou which forbids you toosuc-
connrui my laitn in
courage me to live I"
myeell you en-
Ranthorpo smiled,
easily encouraged he
Some people are
i f. ,
tally when they have
made un their I
minds beforehand. "Well, then," he '
asked, "what are you going to do tor l
yourself?"
come, l am sure.
"Uood I It you have any genius
trust to it. When the first threo chap
ters nro done, let mo see them. Now
let us have luncheon, and then we
must both of us set to our work." I
That was a wondcrfal day for young j
I'hilip Hayward. To have spoken I
with tho great author would have been !
something indeed a pride aud de
light; to have been encouraged to go
on in literature by him was the rich
fulfilment of u wild"dream ; to sit at
his table and bo talked to by Ilan
thorpo as a friend was beyond words ;
but to sit next to Jfanthorpe's daugh
ter was simply ecstasy. I'oor Philip
Hayward was iu a dream for
the hour
gemer, he wouiu nave at once seen ma
terial for love chapters in them. At
home he only saw a devoted daughter,
who was a little child the other day, .
1 . 1 I t I 1
nnu a spirited, mamyyouog leuow, wno was to endeavor to taKC an tne inci
wan merely trying to make hit way in dents of his stories from real life.
tltA urnriil 1 .tit HQ dA linuu friiTifti nra Wlinti nttv eirllrint llttln fiVPilt
getting on. '
One evening Philip Hayward came 1
to Kanthorpe's house and found that I
his great patrou was not at home ; but
Charlio was. and of course Charlie saw .
tailure. Charlie, it it should tail 1
"Hut it shan't fail ; it won't fail !
And, if it did, you must only try
again""
"Try again 1 With what chance ?
My whole lite is staked on this ven-1
turc. If I lose this, Charlie, I lose '
you r 1
"Oh, for shame ! How can you speak ,
so? Philip I to think that I could
change to you because of a book ! ,
Have I not given you my whole
heart? I didn't give it to your book."
J he arrival ot n visitor cutshort this
conversation, winch has only been in
troduced to give tho rcador an idea of
how things were going. We may add,
however, that both Charlio and her
lover were a little remorseful at the
idea of having all this profound secret
from her father, and that they deter
mined only to wait for the success ot
the lorth-coming chtJ'U uuvrr in or
der that Philip should boldly tell Mr.
Kanthorpo how much ho loved his
daughter.
The book came out. It was iu ono
sense a complete success. It had the
approval, nay, the enthusiastic admir-
ation, of tho highest critics. It won
for its author a name to bo respected
wherever literature was talked of. It
gave him au individual celebrity. It
i ii. ii .
piaccu mm wen up among rising au
thors that is, in the estimation ot tno
literary class. But tho publio did not
much care about it. Tho libraries did
not clamor for it. A few copies suf
ficed all demands. The book paid very
little to tho author or tho publisher.
PoorJ Philip was, iu a peculiar point of
view, now exactly whoro he started.
His original huudred pounds wero nil
gone, aud his groat work gavo him au
other hundred pounds. Our young au
thor was nearly crushed with disap
pointment. Mr. Kanthorpo could not
understand this, for in his mind tho
book was a gonuino success. It had won
tho wise, und ho felt no doubt that in
timo tho foolish would follow. Tho
wise appreciato and tho foolish pay.
"You silly boy," Ranthorpo said,
"you havo mado a groat hit. Dou't
you sco that if you only koep up your
reputation it will soon becomo tho
'right sort of thing' to buy your books?
Pcoplo will buy thorn because tho crit
ics say every educated porson reads
them. Then you aro all right. You will
havo tho admiration of tho appreciative
and tho guineas of tho rest. It is not
given to many men in a century to
thorpc was absolutely bewildered. This
return for his kindness he had never
expected. In the lauguago of grave
anger bo rebuked the audacious young
mau, showed him how it was impossi
ble his daughter coull live in poverty,
and how equally impcssiblo that a man
of any spirit could consent to livo as a
pensioner. Ho flatlj refused to hear
any more on the sibject; and Hay
ward left the house like one utterly
crushed.
Mr. Kanthorpe was very sorrj for all
this. He had grown to liko the com-
panionship of Hayward, and to tukc an
interest in him. The sincere devotion
ol the young man was grateiui io mm ;
and I'hilip was brimful of ideas and
fancies which refreshed the eld
11 reiresueu me eiuor uu-
tary
and collalorakur : and now all
this
was shivered to pieces by the
young man's preposterous lolly. The
T.i... 7.c i i!.. . rn....i:n nJ .. ...sr..
to n poor vouth. simply because a lad
and a girl choose to fancy they were
fond of each other, seemed to tno love
rouiaucist simply ubsurd
He had a sad time, too, with Charlie.
For the girl told him in the plainest , was equal to the situation,
language that she loved I'hilip Hay- "Let us bring her into the corridor,
ward, and never could love anyone else. I'hilip," ho said. "Don't be alarmed,
She defended her lover plaintively and pray" (to his guests). "Let me intro
passionately, denied that he had ever i duce my intended son-in-law, Mr.
been ungrateful to Kanthorpe, insisted ' Philip Hayward. This foolish child
that tht had done all the love-making
and was to blamo for all, and, in a
word much bewildered and tormented
the kindly heart of her father. Still
he thought he saw his duty as a parent
and he would uot give way. Hut lie
was very un nappy.
Days and weeks went ou and made
no change. There were times when,
as Kanthorpe kissed his daughter and
looked with sad aud aDxious eye upon
her pale cheek, she thought she could
see signs of yielding on his part symp
toms that seemed to show that he
would be glad to be even compelled to
yield. Hut he said nothing, and she
said nothing ; and each knew that the
other was wretched.
Charlie was always accustomed to
act as a sort of secretary to her father.
None but she was ever allowed to put
his papers iu order, und when he was
out of the house she generally set
things to rights in his study. One of
his whims was that no servaut must
touch the smallest scrap of paper be
longing to him, aud that the shelves
must not even be brushed free ol dust
unless Charlie was present to direct and
control the operations. Charlie, of
course, remained faithful to his func
tions even in herunhappiness. One of
Mr. Kanthorpe's literary peculiarities
,.1
attracted his attention in a newspaper
narrative, lie often cut out the scrap
and pasted it in his memorandum-book,
ready for possible use, with perhaps a
note of his own affixed. Now on ono
of her saddest days after the separation
of her lover and herself, she entered
her father's study, aud almost median- (
ically went to work to arrange his pa- j
pers. An opeu memorandum-book
caught her eye. It contained a printed
scrap of paper, pasted in, and with a (
tew words written ny jit. naninorpe. .
Not a bad notion," Kanthorpo wrote ;
"might be used for a little comedy or
proverb, or an incident iu a novel.
Clever, but, I should say, can't be true.
A French girl would never do it."
What was the scrap ? It was an ac
count of the manner in which a French
girl, daughter of a distinguished states
man, whose name was broadly hinted
at, compelled her father to accept the
proposal of a brilliant and poor young
foreigner whom she loved for her hand,
We shall not tell just yet what the
stratcgem was.
Charlie dropped tho book, and her
face reddened, her eyes sparkled ; she
clapped her hands in wild deligut.
She sat down and trembled, got up and
paced tho room with renewed courage,
and, iu fact seemed beside herself with
agitatiou aud excitement. At last she
made up her mind. "I'll do it !" she
exclaimed ; "I'll do it 1 Perhaps you
aro right, my wise papa ; perhaps a
French girl wouldn't venture. But
you will see that au English girl
would."
Next day poor Philip Hayward,
drudgiug sadly in his lonely den, re
ceived a letter, tho very sight of which
made Inui start and tremolo, it was
I in the hand-writing of Charlio. Since
her father had rejected his prayer tho
two young lovers had been loyal, aud
had uot strivou to meet or even inter
change letters. This little scrawl,
which mado him wild with joy, con
tained only few hasty lines. It told
him that on the following day her
father and she wero to bo at the opera
with an elderly lady and gentlomon
ot groat dignity und high social posi
tion, whom Mr. Kanthorpo greatly rev-
erenccd ; aud it begged Philip, if ho
truly loved her, to come to their box nt
nine o clock, to tap at tho door, und
when admitted to express no surpriso
at any thing that might occur, but
adapt himself at ouco to whatovcr
should happen. "If you lovo, lovo,
lovo mo, do this, and don't fail your de
voted Charlie."
Think of tho day and night our
lover spent his wonder, his hope, his
fovorish louging and dread, his tortur
ing auxioty to know what it all could
mean 1 It seemed humiliating to go,
for nny purpose, to Mr. Itanthorpo's
box ; but if Charlio had biddon him to
walk into Buckingham Palace, or into
tho Thames, he would havo obeyed
without remoustraucc.
Mr. Kanthorpo 'and his party aro iu
their box at the opera. Miss Charlio
is palpitating and dittrait : her fathor
cannot "hut seo it ; he pities tho child
talking for his guests. Nine o'clock
t ... i i .
comes, anu uriaruc s oosom neaves
"liko a little billow." "Will hocomeV"
she thinks; "and shall I ever have
tho courage? If ho comes and I fail,
wo are lost l
A light, hesitating tap is heard at
the box door. Oh, bo comes I She
half rises from her scat, aud looks all
crimson toward the door. Kanthorpe
calls, "Come in," ond glances round.
The door opens, and Mr. I'hilip Hay
ward, pale and cmbarasscd-looking,
stands in the box.
And before Kanthorpe can say a
word his daughter springs from her
scat, takes both hands of the aston
ished I'hilip in her own, reaches up to
him, kisses his lips, aud exclaims,
"My dearest I'hilip I"
Then she looks round, turns pale,
and faints iu her lover's afms.
Here was a pretty scene for Ran
thorpe't party and for the theater I The
novelist saw the whole thing at a
glance. He remembered having left
his memorandum-book open with the
fatal scran of paper; he saw by the be
wildered look of I'hilip that the young
i man was as much amazed and innocent
ot complicity as inmseit ; no was con
uucred by the girl's devotion and by
the humor of the whole scene. He
has been wild all the night lest ho
should not come. What people these
young lovers arc, Lady Harriet !"
In a very few moments Miss Charlie
revived, and she saw instantly how
things had gone. She crept tenderly
to her father and touched his hand.
Ho answered with an affectionate pres
sure ; aud she know that all was well.
"Now, my love," said Kanthorpo,
"since you are well again, sit with
Philip and expiain to him why you
fainted, and let us elders enjoy our
music."
"You sec, papa," she said in tho
faintest whisper, "I wanted to show
you how much more courage an Eng
lish girl has than you would allow to a
French girl." llarpeii for October.
MISCELLANEOUS.
THE
POET AT THE BREAK
FAST TABLE.
From the October Atlautlc
I do not think we believe things be
cause considerable people say them, on
icrsonal authority, that is, as intelligent
isteners commonly did a century ago.
The newspapers have lied that belief
out of us. Any man who has a pretty
gift of talk may hold his company a
little while when there is nothing bet-
ter stirring. Every now and then a man
who may bo dull enough prevailingly
has a passion of talk come over him,
whieh makes him eloquent and silence
the rest. I have a respect for these
I divine paroxvvm, those hnlf.infmired
movements of influx wheu they seize
one whom we had not counted among
the luminaries of the social sphere,
Hut the man who can givo us a fresh
experience ou anything that interests
us over-rides everybody ebe. A great
peril escaped makes u great story-teller
ot a common person enough, i re-
member when n certain vessel was
wrecked long ago, that one of the sur
vivors told the story as well as Defoe
could have told it. Never a word
from him before ; Never a word from
him since. But when it comes to
talking one's common thoughts those
that come aud go us the breath docs ;
those that tread the mental area and
corridors with steady, even footfall, an
interminable procession of every hue
and garb there are few, indoed, that
can dare to lift the curtain which hangs
before the window in the breast and
throw open tho window and let us
look and listen. Wo are all loyal
enough to our sovereign when he shows
Innisclt, hut sovereigns are scarce. J
never saw tho nbsolute homage of
listeners but once, that I remember, to
a man's common talk, aud that was to
the conversation ot an old mau, illus
trious by his lineago aud tho exalted
honors no nau won, whoso experience
had lessons for the wisest, and whose
eloquence mado tho boldest trem
jj0i
This is a manly world we livo iu.
Our reverence is good for nothing if it
does not begin with self-respect. Oc
cidental manhood springs from that as
its basis ; Oriental manhood finds the
greatest satisfaction iu self-abasement.
There is no use in trying to graft the
tropical palm upon the Northern piue.
The same divine forces underlie the
growth of both, but leaf aud flower
and fruit must follow tho law of race,
of soil, of clime. Whether qucstious
which assail my young fricud havo
riseu iu my reader's mind or uot, ho
knows perfectly well that uobody can
keep uuch questions lrom springing up
iu every youug mind of any force aud
honesty. As for tho excellent little
wretches who grow up iu what they aro
taught, who uover scruplo or query,
Protestant or Catholic, Jew oi Mor
mon, Mahometan or Buddhist, they
signify nothing iu tho intellectual life
of a raco. If tho world had been
wholly peopled with suoh half-vitalized
moutal ucnatives, thero uovor
would havo been a croed liko that of
Christendom.
I entirely agreo with tho spirit of
tho versos 1 have looked over, in this
point at least, that a truo man's alio
gianco is given to that whieh is high
est in his own nature. Uo reverences
truth, ho loves kindness, he respects
justice. Tho first two qualites ho un
derstands well enough. But tho last,
Justice, at least, is between tho infinite,
has beon so utterly domoraliied, disin-
teerated. decomposod nud dinboiized
superstition aboit that. Wo !avo not
tho slightest resject for it as ch, and
it is ust as well ,o remember his in all
our spiritual aljostnents. Yo lear
power when wocannot master it ; but
just as far as wi can master it, vo uiako
a slave and a beast of burdu of it
without hesitatiou. We canno change
the ebb and flw of tho tides' or tho
course of the seasons, but we iomo as
near it as wo can. Wo dam out the
ocean, we make roses blow i winter
and water freeze in summer. Vchavo
no more revorouco for the sun hau wo
havo for a fishtail gas burner; vo stare
into his face with telescopes aat a ballot-dancer
with opera-g(asscs;wc pick
his rays to pieces witli prists, as if
they were so many skcius o; colored
yam ; wo tell him wo do not rant his
company, aud shut him ou like a
troublesome vagrant. The gels of tho
old heathen arc tho servants o' to-day.
Neptune, Vulcan, -Eolus, ml tho
bearer ot the thunderbolt hiinelf, have
stepppeddown from their pcdwtalsand
put on our livery. We cannot always
master them, neither can wo always
master our servant, the horse, but we
put a bridle, ou the wildest Viatural
agencies. Themob of clcnxmUl forces
is s noisy and turbuleut as over, but
tho stundiug army oi civili'.atiou keeps
under, except fur uu occisioual out
break.
When I read the lady's liter, printed
some timcsiuco, L could net help hon
oring the feeling which pompted her
to write it. But while I ropect the in
nocent incapacity of tcndeiage aud the
limitations of the comparaively unin
structcd classes, it is quite out of the
question to act as if mattrs ot com
mon intelligence and univcsal interest
were the private property if a secret
society only to bo meddeld with by
those who know the grip aid the pass
word.
Wo must get over tho haKt of trans
ferring the limitations of Ue nervous
temperament aud of hectc constitu
tions to t)ic grea. source ol all the
mighty forces of nature, aumate nnd
inanimate.
Projection is wiat the ttinsplanted
Aryan requires in '.his Nev England
climate. Keep bin, aud especially
keep her, in a wid: street of a well
built city eight months of the year;
good solid brick wa Is behind her, good
sheets of plate-glass rith tie sun shin
ing warm through duui, ir front of
her, and you have pit her ii tho con
dition of the pino-ajp.e from the land
of which, and not from that of the
other kind of pine, hei race started on
its travels. People cbn't know what
a gain there is to hcilih by living in
cities, the best parts if them of courto
for wo know too wdl what the worst
parts arc. In the fn-t place you get
rid of the noxious ananations which
poison so many county localities with
typhoid fever and dysentery ; not
wholly rid of them, o' course, but to a
surprising degree. Lit mo tell you a
doctor's story. I was visiting a west
ern city a good man years ago ; it
was in autumn, tl.c time vhen all sorts
of malarious dUoasej aro about. The
doctor 1 was speakiuj of took wu iut
the cemetery just ouside of the towu
I don't know how mich ho had done to
fill it, for he didn't til me, but I'll tell
you what he did say
"Look around,"" siid the doctor.
"There isn't a houe .'u all the ten-mile
circuit of couutry yju can see over,
where there isu't ci persou, at least,
shaking with fevr and ague. Aud
yet you needn't bcafraid of carryiug it
away with you, or us long as your
homo is on a pavd street you are safe."
I think it likiy the master went
ou to say thatiiy friend, the doctor,
put it pretty stongly, but there is no
doubt at all tbt while all the country
round was suftring from intermittent
fever, the paved part of tho city was
comparitively tempted. "What do you
do when you buld a house on a damp
t oil aud there ire damp soils pretty
much everywhoo. Why jou floor tho
collar with centnt, dou't rou? Well,
the soil of a eiy is ccmcubd all over,
one may say, wlh certain ciialificatioi s,
of course. A first rato eiy house is a
regular teualiriuui.
The only toublo is tLt the good-for-nothings
that como ofutterly used
up and won out stock, ad ought to
die. can't lc. to savo thcr lives. So
they grow up to dilute ho figure of
tho raco w.'th skim-milk itality. Thoy
would hare died, liko pod children,
in most average countr places ; but
eight months of shelter 1 a regulated
temporaturo, iu a well suned house, in
a daily moistened air, wth good side-
11.. .1 . -! II 1
walks to go uuoui ou iu n wvuuicr, uuu
four months of tho crem of summer
and the fresh inilkof JeEoy cows, make
tho liUlo sham orianizations tho
worm eitcn windfalls, 'or that's what
they look like hang u to tho bow ot
lilo like "frozen thaws ; regular strum
bugs they como to bo a good mauy
of 'cm.
FI ELD-M AHSHAJi MOLTKE.
Murshal Moltko, the gnut German
commauder, has been oin visit to the
proviiiccs which wero acquired by Ger
many in tho late wir with Franco.
Tho Paris Comlitutiomel speaks of tho
man and lus visit as tulows :
"He is a man of fur height, thin.
uuu wno m spito ot us seventy three
years, holds himself cect. His appear
nuce is imposing. Q seeing him ono
recognizes a man ncustotned to com
mand, and whoso orors admit of no
roply. lie alighted at Colmar at tho
Hotjl des Doux Crfs, and ho had
hardly arrived whenlo wont out walk
ing quito alouo iu tbj town, showing a
preforinco for the mtt tortuous streots,
and alvays finding hi way oasily with
out asling for infonbtiou. Ho works
nearly constantly ape in his apart
ments. Tho officerwu his staff study
tho cuirons ot Cojutr, and send in
their rciorts. Ho lakes a fair copy
of thorn and draws from tho subject of
shal do Moltke thus works every even
ing. Ho rises at G a.m., and works till
I o'clock, when he dines in one of the
public rooms of tho hotel. After din
ner which is rapidly despatched, the
Marshal goes out walkiug , lie returns
at four, works till 7, nnd then goes out
unattended till half-past 8. He is
often to be seen walking along tho
riverside in the most deserted iu n most
deserted spot, with his hands behind
his back, in the attitude of a man who
is meditating. It is beyond doubt that
M. de Moltke was always oppo-ed to
Helfort being left in the hands of
France."
SPKCIFICGKAVITY.
Specific gravity means the weight of
any substance as compared with rain,
or more truly, distilled water. We all
know that the weights of different sub
stances vary much ; tho extremes being
down, as the lightest, and the rare
metal irridium used for pointing gold
pens, being the heaviest. Comparing
tho various substances in nature with
water, the zero has been adopted, ns
being at once simple and within the
comprehension of the youngest studeut,
and the number representing how
many times greater thau water the sub
svuicc is, is called the specific gravity
of iVe body.
This as gold is nineteen and silver
ten timis heavier than water, those
numbers, nlnetecu and ten, are said to
represent tho specific gravity of gold
anu silver.
Irridium being the heaviest metal,
its spcciuc gravity is rsext conies
platinum, 21 j gold, 19 ; mercury,
13.05; lead, 11.3, silver, 10; copper'
8 ; iron, 7 ; zinc, 6 ; different kinds of
stones, from 4 to 5 ; aluminum, 2.5.
Flax and all woody fibers havo a speci
fic gravity of 1.4, aud aro thus heavier
than water, but wood will float or sink.
according to the number of pores into
which water decs not penetrate. So
ebony and many kinds of hard wood
sink, pino and all kinds ot solt wood
float. Cork is the lightest wood, its
specific gravity being only 0.23, less
thau one quarter that of water,
Alcohol is only about three quarters
the weight of water, and as the strength
of liquor depends upon the amount of
ulcbohol it contains, this strength is
simply found out by its specific gravity,
indicated by tho more or less floating
ol a little instrument called a hydrom
eter; the weaker liquor being little
lighter than water has the strongest
buoyant power. Solutions of different
salts, sugar, etc., being heivier thau
water, have a stronger buoyant power,
and therefore vessels will sink Icfs in
the sea than in fresh water ; and it Ls
more difficult to swim iu the latter than
in the sea. The lightest of all liquids
has a specific fra-ity of 0.0 ; it is
called chimogerc, and is made from
petroleum; it is exceedingly volatile
and combustiMc in fact, it is a liqui
fied gas. Carbonic acid gas, or choke
dam, is about five hundred times
lighter than water ; common air, eight
bundled; street gas, about two thou
sand ; and pure hydrogen, the lightest
of" wiibstauces, twelve thousand times.
tuo heaviest substance has thus ax
12,000, or more than a quarter of a
million times more weight than nn
equal bulk of the lightest ; aud the
substauce of which comets are made
has been supposed by astronomers to
be even several thousand times lighter
than hydrogen gas.
AN EXCITING DKAMA.
A piece is now being performed at
the Corea theatre, Koine, whieh excites
tho wildest ugitation every night. It
berrs tho terrible title of " The Mys-
teries of the Spanish Inquisition, with
the Seventy-seven Thouusaud Victims
of rorqucmade." This last, tho grand
inquisitor, is ono of tho chief person
ages in tho drama, and after having or
dered and prepared to witness the
burning of tho Jewish Rachel, is him
self seized by a band of conspirators
aud tied to the stake in tho place of the
unoileiiuiug victim. iut to give a
faint idea of tho cries, execrations, and
indiguutiou of the audience as the
work proceeds is quite impossible, aud
the critic of the Italic deelures that ou
the night wheu ho witnessed the rep
resentation ho heard ono young man
say to another : "And just to think
that there are many other beautiful
productions like this which wo are not
acquainted with, aud all because the
poutificial censorship has always pre
vented their production." AVhat can
be moro shameful .'
TREES IN FRANCE,
Formerly all the great routes lead
ing to Paris wero lined, iu tho vicinity
of the city, at least, with avenues or
trees. The war nud n futal diseaso
which, somo years ago, dovastated tim
ber iu tho districts, mado vory serious
gaps. Tho treo sickuess has been es
pecially apparent ou tho road to Via
ceuues, Versailles, and what was for
merly known as tho Italiau wood.
Many of tho trees wore centuries old.
Although Charlemago was, uftcr tho
Romans, tho first French road con
structor. Tho systomatio organization
and repair of thoss date from Philip
Augustus, and tho first regular planta
tions along them from tho reign of
Henry IV. Trees nro now to ue
planted again.
J65-If you havo been picking or
handling any acid .fruit aud have
stained jour hands, wash them in clear
water, wipo thorn lightly and while
thoy are yot moist striko a match and
shut your hands around it so as to
catoh tho smoke, and tho stain will dis
appear. If you havo stained your
gingham or muslin dress or whito pants,
with borries, before wetting tho cloth
with anything else, pour boiling water
throus-h tho stains and they will disap
pear. Before fruit juice dries ,it can
ttou bo romovod by cold water,
LALAOE.
llnrnrd Taylor In Harper's for October.
Come to mc Lnlage !
(llrl of the llylnj,' li:et.
(ilrl ot the ti)inir hair
And the red mouth, mitll and aweet ;
I.ei of the earth than air,
So wltrlilngly fond nnd lair,
I.al.u,'e !
Komlle me, l.al.ifru !
(llrl of (lie o(t wlilte hand,
(llrl of the low white brow,
Ami the rueatc booin-bund ;
llloom fr un an orchard hough
!.( downy-vift than thou,
Ulage !
Kl me. I.iihgc 1
Olrlorihe fraijriiit drouth,
(llrl of tho sun of .May;
Ai a bird that lluttfr- In death,
My Iluttvrlnmiule4 uy :
If thou be death, yet stay,
I.ilagu '.
THE CLOSING SCENE.
11 V T. II. I1KKU.
Within the sober realm of leaflet trce,
The ni'oot year Inhaled the dreamy nlr ;
I. Ike ome tanned reaper, In his hour ofcac.
When nil llic Molds are lying brown and
hare.
The gr.iv barns, lookltiK from their hazy JillN, .
O'er the dun waters widening In the vales, 1
tent down the air a greeting to the mills,
On the dull thunder of alternate Hails.
All nights were mellowed, all xounds subdued,
The hill seemed further, and the stream
sung low.
A" In a dream the distant woodman hewed
Ills winter log, with many a mulllcdblow.
The embattled forest, ere while armed with
gold,
Their banners bright with every martial
hue,
Non- tood like some fad, beaten hot of old,
Withdrawn ajar In Time's remotest blue.
On somber win?s the vulture tried his flight ;
The dove scarce heard his sighing mate'
complaint ;
And, like n star slow drowning In the light.
The village church vane seemed to pair
und faint.
Tho sentinel cock upon the hillside crow
Cruw thrice and all was stiller than be
' fore ;
Silent, till some replying warder blew
Ills alien horn, nnd then was heard no
more.
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Made garrulou trouble round her un- . .J
Hedged young; lor it IE
And
where the oriole hung her swn;
llv everv lli'lit wind like a censor swim?. m her '
Where sung the noiy martins of the eaves,
The buy swallows, circling ever near I
Korebudlng, at the rustic mind helloes,
An early harvest, nud n plenteous year ;
Where every bird that waked the vernal
feat,
Shook the sweet slumber from Its wings at
mom.
To warn the reaper of the rosy lust ;
n now wat smiles, empty anu lonorn.
Alone, from out the stubble piped the nuatl; 1 Octobe
.inn cnuKeci ino crow tnrougu all the f0r
Alone, the pheasant, drumming In the vale,
.naue ceno in mc lltant cottage loom.
There was no bud, no
bloom upon the
oowerw ,
The spiders moved their
iil-nt by night,
The thUtlc-dowu, the only
ers.
thin shroud,
ghost of flow-
.Sailed -lowly by passing noiseless out of
sight.
Amid all litis. In thli mot dreary" air,
Aim wuere ino woouuiue sheil upon the
porch
Its crimoii leaves, as If the year stood there,
Firing the floor with his Inverted touch.
AlUht nil (hi-, the eontpr r tUo SCPtir
the white haired matron, with monoto
nous tread.
riled the swift wheel, with her joyous mien
sat iiKo a late, nnu wuteueii tuo living
thread.
She had known sorrow. He had walked
with her.
Oft supped, and broke with her the ashen
crust.
And In the dead leaves still she heard the
stir
Of his thick mantle, trailing In the dust.
While yet her check was bright with sum
mer bloom,
Her country summoned, nud she gave her
all ;
And twice war bowed to her his sable
plume
Ke-guvo the sword to rust upon the wall.
He-gave the sword, but not the hand that
drew
And struck for liberty tho dyinic blow;
Nor him who, to his sire and country true,
Kell mid the ranks of the invading foe.
Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went
on,
I.Ike the low murmur of n hive at noon;
hong, but not loud, tho numory of tho gone
llreathcd through herllpsa sadaud tremu
lous tone.
At last tho thread was snapped her head
was bowed ;
Life dropped the dUtnlf through her hnnds
serene,
And loving neighbors smoothed her careful
shroud.
While death, and winter closed the autumn
scene.
AGRICULTURAL.
H.,tlUl'ttSt,ttuiuVatMMWW,wHf
WORKS AND DAYS FOR OCTO
BER. The days aro without, tho works
within. October days havo been suug.
Small need of sounding my kettledrum
iu their praiso. The purple mists, the
glowing trees, the nut-dropping woods,
tho gathered harvests all have been
sung by tho poets. It is for me to sing
the works lloral, practical and com
monplace The beautiful is built on
tho coiinuonpleco. Common canvas
sustains tho picturo ; nnd soil, crockery,
and much dirt ou the bauds, must pro
cede the color and fragaucc wo hope to
see livo with us, now that tho summer
gnrJen sleeps.
The house garden demands our at
tention. What plants to choose, and
how to treat them, are tho working
questions of tho month. What to have
is partly a qucstiou of taste, aud partly
a matter of necessity. Certaiu plants
will not grow iu tho house. Knowing
these makes it easy to select; and se
lection is a matter of individual taite.
For instuueo, tho violet and tea-rote
will not grow in tho window, tho helio
trope and camelia will. Take which
you pleaso; it ia a mere matter of
tasto.
Everything that grows has a law of
oxhtenco aud growth. If it knowa
nothing else, it knows that; and so
loug as it can iultm its law, it will
nourish, yvheu it cannot, it
- -1 . 1S.t r . - ' .
spito oi uu me coaxmir. iml
ana watcmui aneouoi
growth!
Uert
plants.
the sui
ered.
concern
Next,
plants
doors,
they
would
' open tr
I sweep tl
, and thfi
For all
air, nnd
: avoid
I We havl
1 exact a
but thisl
too muc
have nc
we oi
the ears!
little bal
cold air j
two evill
plants,
gas, anu
arc hot!
to steer
trcsh ail
tempera!
inch at
more fu
To open
is an
The slid
ter Til
coal perl
qucuco.
to say ni
every wJ
draught I
1 hat is
of board
five ded
current
has no
the boal
spread
downwal
LastH
plant wi
Water
small da
too deal
make ti
In
laws of I
not. Ii
fresh ai.
all time
no scieil
derstood
merely
skillful
tho law!
follow
TIIEVl
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tho dil
rose ani
atoms
ruby is I
subtlo
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and
hero
science I
after i
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