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A SKA SIDE IDYL. When the rammer broezos mingle Perfumes with the l.idt-n air. And the honeyavrklc blossoms Spread their n-agrauc* everywhere Jost within the broad veranda, la a shady, cool retreat. La v our hero. Dick, reclining, Eunuied, o'ercome with heat Hark! a step upon the carpet, "Coming hore. By Jove, it's Lai Happy thought! I'll feign a slumber. Just to see what she will dok" And his eyelide then desoeuded O'er his laughinehazM eves. And with blissful expectation There he waited for the prize. Nearer, nearer came the footstep^ Lightly as a fairy's tend. While within his wicked ambush Richard waited for the end. Boftly thev approach the s)fa, Surely he it is they seek: Acd. surprised and joyed, he felt a' Timid kiss upon his cheek! Thrilled with fond imagination, tTp he sprang with ardor then. And, with love's own burning passion. Clapped—his faithful pointer. Hen! Clasped him with d-licious triumph, Tressed him foudlv to his breast. Then with madness fazed npon him— Well, we will omit the rest! ERNA. Deep blrto eyes, large and tonder rauo«i. ank shining of goldan hair, lips aa exquisite as -aver were sung by poot, and lending by their great beauty the erowuing charm to an almost perfect face. This vision that brightened foi ine my life in the grim old manor-house might hare been rsyclit?, lighted upoi. English ground in her search for Cupid, but a Psyche to whom Love, as yet, was nothing but a n.-ino. 1 would have given life itself to have heard her in the last hour of it confess ma uear to her, to have had on© kiss from those perfect lips, as I l*r dying, pressed ou mine. But when I had half hinted at my ma luess, half looked it, she had shrank from me, and snatch ing hand from the clasp in wbL-'a 1 prisoned it, hid said to me very decidedly: "So, Gerald. If you would not have me remember how vary •distant our consulship is, never dare apeak of tms to me agaiu." And I never had, being in my love for her very much of a coward but the eager hunger was always there. And she caw it, I think, and seemed sometimes half to mock at, sometimes to resent my iove. It was happiness—a happiness, though, that came strangely near to pain—to ha thrown so much in her society as in tho summer that fol lowed her curt rejection of my suit. I had bo HI !l:ing in a wrestled for honors atCambrtdge and had reaped a fever instead, which had near ly landed me where failure cannot disturb When. I had tottered a few feeble steps back from death's door iuto the way of life agaiu, there came to me a great happiness. Erua and I had met until now only during the rare visits that k.» father paid to the pretty villa, west from .London, wh*re my mother had lived quietly during the ten jears of her widowhood. They w«-e distant cousins, and had been lovers long ago: or rather on his bide there had been love, faintly responded to on hers and at last she .d broken o£T the engagement with a plea of relationship. He left her, and for many years they did not meet again but think he was uever able either to forgiva or to for get. How is it when into onr life there comes a bitterness like this—when we marry, ana wak ing in the dead of night see uot the face that lies on the marriage-pillow beside us, but other eyes that look on us tenderly and sweetly out of tho darkless of the long ago? I put ques tions of this kind to myself many times, 1 well remember, in the summer when tho happiness I speak of came to nie—that time when her father's invitation to visit the old Devon manor house beiug given and accepted. Erua andilived week after week under the same gray roof, and I gathered strength in drinking i'i light that laughed on rae from her eys, ami strolled wtth her in the Devon woods or lioated with oar and sail amid the dream-like loveliness of the Dart She had kindnes*. tenderest, {rarest temper all tlie time that nnue was stilt but iheghost of a life but as I changed gradually to something more nearly resembling my old self. Eraa be ?an to charge, too, ana was presently almost the same stiange, provoking girl I had known in days when I laid my heart at Lei feet only be trampled oa. I wouid not repeat the fol ly to be scorned ouce by any lips, however .lovely, was enongh. We were alone in the garden ono morning, and I was thinking this and at tho F«nu time how rare was the Leauty of her fac-, wliea she looked up and our eves met. bi.e did not blush or turn fiom the glance that I was bend ing on her. hut oi.ly Mniled mockingly—a smile .ibat passed nest moment into a as wick edly provoking as herself. I was turning away, (jur*. I scarcely knew why, wheu slie stopped mp with an ictrcrioits bidding, "Gerald," she said, '"if you carf» to come with me to the Wi jstaiiley room, I am just in the i umor for teiiing yon its leg I can tell it nowhere Lr.t in the room itself." "1 he haunted chamber?" I questioned, in dolently. "I am not in the burner, Et na, if yon are the morning's too bright to be spent anywhere but tit of doors, and the •orj's cer tainly old enough to keep. I'm for staying here in this glorious old garden, and fancying it Eden, and yon its Eve." "Stay, then," she said, with a pout,and nov od away. I watched her passing farther atid farther from me, towards :ne house Givat roses were ail about me. the air was faint with the }iors of the honeysuckle, and overhead thick tranches drooped caressingly, aud only ief aere and there an opeuing tor tho huruiug sun a shine through. In a moment, it seemed to Tie, all would be sad and droopping for in a noment more all that made the gulden fair to ne wouid have passed from it with her. She urned, however, as she reached the green, iroken steps that led np to the terrace before he house, and seeing me rise and move to .-ards her. hesitated a moment, aud than came lowly back. "SI you are coming, after all,"' sho said, un rsirioui-iv. '•Yes, I'm ccmirg," I echnod. "And I'll lis •n patienUy to anything yon like to i-.flict fiti a, Erua. beginning with jLu fihuat that alks at night m—" ••Winstanley's ghost, yoti mean," she inter pted. "He does walk—he has been seen at ast once iti every generation of Heathcotts nee the time of Lis master, Geoffrey Heath it You laugh at ine," she contiuu?d, a flash defiance her great eye«, "but I te.l you I believe in him—in his haunting the house here his death was the causa of his maa- "Why shou'.d ho haunt it? It can't bo a leaaure to him, I should imagine, to haunt a lace wLei e, if you and your legends are to be -nstcd his ":viag incttt-veniant'y v.as the eoffroy lieathcott dying a.so. Does e hope that in ti.e course of a few ccnturies \ia istei'8 .eniains—they are hidden away imewhero, are tlie.v not—may become unenh-, antial enough for fcvea aghoot to give thea trial V" "You dnll, silly fellow! I know what old instanly would want to show me, but Ishnd tr at the very thought of passing a night in at horrible room they name after him.' "Aiid what would he want to show you?" I Ited. "The secrot of the secret chamber tote sore. wonld lead the way to that part of the house teffe it lies and then if I liadeourago enough follow him, he wonld indicate to me in his OStly pantomime how to enter it—show mo i«re the spring i«, and how it works. Then, I bad the still greater courage to look in, I onld see—oh! I should see—" pressing her uds with a gesture of mimic terror before reyes—"bones lying there—the bones of that llant and noble gentleman that -re Hoath tts are so proud to think was our ancestor." I looked at hor, uncertain as to how much of •peocli was jest, how much earnest, pnz ji to know whether she put faith in the fami fChost or not "You would not dare to sleep the room they call Winstanley's." I quet ned, "Aro yon so superstitious, Erna, as to 7 that ieriously?" Erna darted at me her most indignant glance way of acknowledgment of my question. V» you so great a hero yourself. Qerald, at von would care to Bleep in it?" she asked. "You forget, I said lightly, "that I have not en this chamber of horrors vet." "See it now, then," she flashed out "Come tb me, and tell nie if you would care tq^have for your own while you stay here." 3he ran off before I could answer and I fol ded slowly to the house, and found hpr after me minutes' search, returning from the use-keeper's private sanctum." Now," she d, holding up a key that left deep stains of at on her dainty fingers—"now for tho anted room!" was not thinking of it, or the legend con jted with it, as I followed here there, could I think of a room and legend tnries old with that fair young face ide me? Sweet face—grown some lg more matronly now than in tho vhfis to wori4 •wratd tow#a ibisKttat, if I had it, might be laid at those feat for ono kias from those lipa—1 hava but to oloae mv eyes, aud you are before mo again, aa bright and sunny as in the bright time of your girl hood. How tweetlv tho vision uhiues on me! I sae the calm old woods of Devon, aud rising from them tha roof of a gray manor-house, its twin vanes shining redly in the morning sun through the trees are caught glimpses of the windings of tho Part, and the far-off blue of the sea, and wooded peak melting softly into peak, aud fadiug in the haje of the distance aa fades a dreaui. 1 followed her through the inhabited part of the old house that summer's morning with little in my miud beyond the thought that she was fair, and that I ioved her. We turned pres ently into a narrow, badly-lighted passage and at the sight of ancient doore on eithej side of mo other thoughts came into my mind— thoughts of those who had been this fair crea ture s ancestors. Iu these rooms they had liv.nl and died hore the spirit of one of thom— Geoffrey, the Cavalier Heathcott, who- had fought as bravely as foolishly tor the Stuart oause—was supposed sometimes to wander restlessly from midnight to cock-crow. I knew nothing more of the legend told of him than that his end bad been strange and dreadful, and that his fate was in some way connected with that of his steward, Winstanley, whose name had been given to the room where Erna was now leading me. "You care nothing for my lego.ids, Gerald," ahe said, her voice lreakiug in st ddeulv on my thoughts. She had stopped before a door of ^specially uninviting appearance, aud now un locked it "You might say that in any of the rooms below, or eveu herein the day-time but beckoning me to enter—"Would you dare repeat it at twelve at night, auu alone in a room tike this?" "You don't think much of frfy nerves, I see, Erna," I answered, following her into the haunted room. A strai'go, gloomy place it was, scantily fur nished in the fashion of at least a century bo fore, and having in one cornor an antique bed, dating back, perhaps, to the time of Anna or George f. I found myself looking at this with an uncomfortable feeling that perhaps the ghisti v steward, after his nightly walks through tho old house, might lie down in it sometimes in preference to his grave. "Erna," I asked of the girl beside mo, do von say that mortals have quite given up occupying this room?" "My grandfather once or twice slept here, or solhavii heard,"she answered. "He must have been a brave man—worthy of tho cavalier race he came ."vom." "Is tho ghost so terrible a ghost, then, to en counter?" ''Terrible to a Heathcott," she said, serious ly. "I know you will lantrh at me, Gerald, and perhaps the fancy is a silly one, but I never come here without feeling taat every word of the story they tell mo of tho room" must be true. Out of it, I am more o: a sceptic about mv ghosts." Til hear the story before I laugh at you," I answered. I was more curious about the le gend, stauding in this dini.old room,than I bad been half an hour before, when resting at Erna's feet, with the roses about us aud the blue of the sky above aud finding iu her eyes a blue between sky and violet, and in her chock the rose's faintest, most exquisite blush. She told me her story that fairy summer's morning—told it half laughingly, as was iu her nature to do, and yet with something of earnestness breaking out more and niiift visi bly, as the gl Mmvlegend blackened to in ciose. GentTrey Jloatficott, one of the most faithful and foolish adherents to a bad king and worth less cause, left England in dospair eoon after the terrible iOth of January, 1G-4S) but re turned next year to follow the fortunes of l'rince Charles from Stirling to the fatal field of Worcester. He escaped with his life, and after shifting for many months from one piaceof concealment to another,ventured back, sometimoiu lt553, to Devon and Heathcott manor, and lived there undisturbed by the Pro tector's government, until uuhappily for him soif, l:e lecame implicated la aa abortive scheme for a rising in the West He wa3 seiz 'Vl, effected the samo ni^ht oaring escape, witn a party of Ironsides in tierce pursuit, to Heatlic tt house. Tao saarch that the Par liamentarians conducted there was at first without result but Gsnerai Harrison, their savage commander, was not a Diau to be easy baulked. He hail the old steward of tho family brought before him, and threatened him witn instant death unless he wouid betray his master's iii.'.ing-uiace. The old man, stiil pro tasting his ignorance, was dragged to the cham ber that had ever since been known by his name, and there a party of musketeers* were told off to lire on him. Harrison had, how ever, secretiv given order only to load with powder. The vollev killed Winstanley none the less: his frail hold of life was uot to bo thus rudely played with.' Wheu the soldier* lifted the old man from where ha hadr fallen, they found htm dead. "And the ghost, of course, has ever since haunted the sceuo of his murder," I broke in, wheu Erna's legend had reached this point "according to the foolish custom prevalent among ghosts of haunting the neighborhoods that must be most disagreeable to them. Bit: I don't sec why this poor old s ilit should Le so very dreadf'l! to a Heathcotf." "His master was never heard of afterwyda," said Erna. slowir and soiamnlv. J" "Welly!' '7* "Dou't you «», Gerald, that the ol.'l "man's murderers were n^ht.and that be was the only person whom Geoffrey Heathcott bad trusted with the secret of t.is hiding-place? It is true the rumor at the time wont that our ancestor liad osca: ed to Spain, and died there: but I don't be'-ieve it. I believe that what the legend says of him is true." "And what does the isgeud say of this mys terious G. oTrey?" "It says iiiut he had taken refuge in a liiding p':ace con'r.vedi.i Eliztboth's tune by hisCath olic grandfather—a small cell that, unhappily for him, by an oversightof the architect, could only be opened from w ithout, aud so made a prisoner of anv one how was hidden there." "So that," I said, catching at her meaning, "if the old stenard were really his uiMtatrV only C-iun laiit, the poor PI HO ,or in the present ca-o would have been buried al'.VFT" Erna did not ai.swer: she drew closer to rae, and looked mund her with a shudder. "Come away,"' h« said, cat-hii sr at my arm. "1 feel as though if I staved here loii-'er the air won'd choke me. Lot in get away from thes-s fright ful w niories and tiii horrid room. I wou'a notfilifrp-tKjre for tho world—I should wake up with a start at midnight, aud s»o the old veward staj.ding at my bedside, ard beckon ing mo to follow him, that be might show me where his master's lnnn aw hid den." "They are hidden, then, to this day ?"^-. "So tlie legend says but when I toggfeo1 my father to have all this part of the oid house pulled down that they may be found and buu'ed, he only la-ighed at me. Jint till they are ffiiitod and buned, I feel that this will, be a Launtid room. Ibe man who was killed here -will rest in his grave till lie snows that Lis riia.^ttfr has on", too." I laughed at her wild Fuegestion and s&e turned indignantly from me, aiyl Uitr(d liku'a sunbeam ftoin the quaint, clarjf chamber, liv ing me to tiirn on itj ghosts Rini: its ajlence a key that grated in the riistv loci:, aud td/OUow her at my leisure to the garden. ,J "Gerald," my entertainer said to me, curtly, that'evening, nfler dinner, "you're a fool, aud this little daughter of mine's a goose and if the goose must needs tempt the fool intoghost huntinir, by ruking np for his benelit some of the ridicu'o'.n old legend-' that are sure to ciinir about a tuuibie-down piai a lilca thi, why. I don't k IOW that I feel called npon to interfere. I'll put no more serious obstacle iu your way than a promise of laughing at yon when von catch cold, instead of your ghost. You'll iiud the quarters you want tj ocoujy rather damp, and there's more than a suspicion of rats about them: but try them by all means—try them," concluded Mr. Heathcott, with a yawn "aud if you can stand tho damp and tlio rats for a night or two, let me know-at the end of the time how you likod your bed-room." I dreamed that eight of having fallen asleep in the great old bod in the haunted room, ana of waking with a start and a shiver to find a skeleton lying beside me. I had taken, I scarcely knew why. a violent aversion to that bed. "Luckily," I murmured to mysolf, as I woke in reality, and found tho bright June sun light shiniug through the Venetians of niyroom. and falling ou gaily-tinted wall-paper and tbe glittering brass of.my bedstead, "I've given no pledge to sleep in it. It's enough, surely, to bo about to occupy for a week a family vault, without one's also become the tenant of a hearse." And when I had, with the old gardener to help mo, dragged the cumbrous, funereal thing into a smaller room adjoining tho ghostly one, and my own smart French bedstead had been carried np to replace it, I felt almost as though what 1 had done had exoroised the ghost I could not tell why, bnt the first night in Winstanley's room was the most restless that I spent there. There was a sickening atmosphere of death and decav about tho place and I tossed in my bed restlessly rrom side to side, and gastied as if tlie air I breathed would choke mo. At last I got up, and dragging one of the heavy antique chairs before the nearer of the casements, ihing it wide open to tho June light, and sat there smoking. The two narcotics— night air and tobacco—soothed me to sleep at last and I woke some hours afterwards with •n unoqiofortibla sqbs9 of hating fcl^aadr yyt- izad my host's prediction, anil of helag a16nt to carry down tcr breakfsatv violent told, and no tidings at t-ie ghost Erna was In tho garden, as her absence from the breakfast-room assured me. As for Mr. Heathcott, I doubt if he had seen the sua rise once IM the last ten years, uuloss from the wiudows iu tho bedroom. I stole softly ont iuto tho open air, and down tho tangled alleys of the dear old garden. I knew tho corner that she would seek—where roses grew red and white among the white and yellow of tha tangled honeysuckle, aud hore and there be tweeu the bushes bloomed fragrant masses of clove and pink, and the faint air in stealing East drooped heavily with tha perfumed reath of flowers. I stolo on her softly, and the next moment had caught her in mj arms, and mj lips for a moment brushed her cheek. She started from me—red as tha rosaa sha was gathering. "Mr. Osborne," she said, "how dare you!" Then her eyes eaught mine with an eages in terest as she gently disengaged herself. "Oh Gerald," she cried, "havo vou seen him." "Who? The Winstanley of the legand?" I questioned, laughing at her. "No, Erua tha ghost's as civil and unatirustive a ghost as ona could desire, and doesn't seem even inclined to haunt my ((reams." *r i I remember as if that dead year had been yesterday, how ally sho was of tile all that d^y,. and how. when we nartod in tlie evening, her hand rather touched mine than claspod it, and sho bade me (he coldest of "good nights." We met the next morning at the breakfast table, and Flaughed a-* I caught hor eyes fixed ou me for a niouieut with an eager, questioning gaze. "No, Erna," I said, not yet." "Not yet," I could have answered on the third morning of my broken slumbers in that IJW browed, shadowy room, where the rats and wind botwoen,, them made uncanny noises jn the far-off cornofrs, and ono started broad awake ia a room reputed to be haunted, and one hears vacua noises iu the darkness, it is hard for tha moment not to have faith in gliosis. I ha ', a dream ou the fourth night of my im prisometit iu that room that chilled me into an agno tit of terror, and from which I awoke shivering, and- with a wild cry forcing itself from me in the greatness of my fear. I had dreamed of being alone with one long dead, and that.the thing had touched me and when I awoke, trembling, and with the cold dew of mv terror upon me, 1 was not in tho room where 1 had fa'.ien asleep, but to which as it seemed to mo iu a dream, the dead had led me. I wont down as haggard as a man might be whom such droams had haunted, and paced the terrace before tho old bouse, thiukiag feverish ly of them. Birds sang in the treos around nie the morning air was cool to mv hot fore head and iu the eastern sky was lit a herald redness, thaT'iprimsotfed momentarily into a more glorious proclamation of the advent of the sun. And, even as the god of tho day leapt up in all the brightness that only tho eye of the eagle can look on from his burning couch of cloud, twin stars shone out on the morning also —the stars that lure man to his bliss or his bale and there danced and sparkled from un der a shining of golden hair a girl's bright eyes. Erna had risen as early as the sun, and but little later than myself and stealing softly on me, her voice breathed as softly in my ear, while I stood there lost in gloomy musings and unconscious of her coming, the gay greeting: "Beau chevalier!" I started hnd turned almost fiercely. '•Erna," I said, by way of excuse for my abruptness, "I took you for the moment for the continuation of my dreams." "Your dreams, Gerald!" Her face flushed, and her voice grew eager. "There are no dreams iu Winstanley's room. Tell me what you have Been But I was in no mood at the moment for ex planation, and I turned away without answer ing her question or satisfying her curiosity. Early that afternoon, whon the glory of the June day was at its brightest, we took our way thtongh the dim and dusty passages of the uu inhabited part of the old bouse, and after a while, stood silent side by side in the room to which, if I might credit lay dream, no earthly guide had led me. It was a dim old cbambor, darker and small er than that called after tho traditionary Win stanley, and in a far more hopeless state of disrepair. Once it had been an oratory, and tho single and beautifully shaped window had blazed with colored glass", and from the carven woodwork of the walls there had looked down tha faces cf tbe twelve Apostles but the glass was long since gone, and tho Apostles pre sented now but a succession of indistin otly ontlined lineaments, falling year by year into nioro irreparable decay. I wont from one blurred mask to the other, vainly seeking to recognize that before which, as it seemed to me in my dream, my ghostly guide had paused for a moment, aud, pointing to it, had vanished from my sight I stopped at last at one which, centuries beforo, had in all probability imaged forth tho face of Peter, and considering it at tentively, felt some dim uncertainty of a rec ognition dawu upon me. "Erna," I said, "i was this." Wo searched iong for the secret that Erna persisted in believing lay hidden behind that bit of carven wood. The June day wore flowly out, afternoon was creeping into even ing, but still, though the snn sank in the west, and the shadowy twilight began to lend an added dimness to the chamber, those small white fingers followed patiently every line of carving iu the grim old panel and the grimmer face that frowned above it. and tho bright eyes watched tirelessly for st me clue as to where might lurk the spring that it was Erna's wild fancy lay somewhere hidden for hor to press. At'lasf, tired of by turns aiding in and laugh ing at this wild quest, I menaced Erna that, unless sho yielded to my oft repeated entreaty, and abandoned it, I would leave her to seek for secrot springs and hidden crypts alone. Then I turned towards the door, aa if to carry out niv threat. 8ho tied ptiet, me,"rapid as a legendary fay, and placing otio Rand upon the lock, with the other waived me back. "Gerald," she said, half laughing, aud yet witli a strange, sweet coaxing in hor voice, "I want you to promise that as long I -oose to seek iu this room for the secret 1 think IV will givo up to us, you will not leave me." I bad not meant to speak to her of my love. What was there in her words that they should thrill some snbtle nerve within me, ami send strange passion burning tbTongh my veins I took -hor hand in mine—her slight girl's hand—and my eyes sought hers with a *-ild desire to read my destiny in them, "Erna," I said, "look up." .Sue bent her lioad still lower. I could see inly tho crimson c'noek, aud the golde* head lhat drooped above it. "You said ones tha^t if lever dared to speak 'o you of lovo- again, it would force you to re member that we were scarcely even couHns. I dare it now I will bo something more than a cousin to you, or wo shall part Erna, I say now, aud mors boldly than a year ago—I love vou." Still no answer and tho cheek flushed more and more, atid the goi.! n licad drooped lower. '1 lovo ymi, Erna," I repeated, trying vainly to make her lift her face to mine. fVenetl ing in Jier silence t^gd her blush em boldened fne. I drow her gently' trd me, and— aud— v s "Th$Rlro,te have givfrn ynn to me, Erna," 1 said, releasing her—as she rather shrank from me, anil hid her glowing face against the carvm wall from which the stony vi-aged saints frowned grimly dowu on our betrothal kiss. And I stretched -ont my band and laid it lightly on hers, as it rested on a dark and monlded thing, in which there yet lurked in distinct suggestions of the treachery of Judas. I felt the warm, soft hand tremble undor mine, and struggle to escape me and, tightening my clasp, there came next instant a frightened ory from Erna then a rush into our faces of cold air, as, with a grating and sullen sound, the wall gave way an inch or two. Aud then, the spring refusing to act,closed heavily again, and left us standing thero, looking wildly iuto each other's faces, alono with our wilder thoughts, and with the coming of the night We buried the bones that were found in that ghasfly hiding place, when a way was at last broken into it, in tho old vault of the Heath ootts and in tlie church beyond Erna stood with me next summer at the altar rails, and exchanged with me tho vows that made us man and wife. But when the time of roses came up again, and a young life was born into our new home, far away from the Dovon hills, her vow of obedience was, for the first time, broken. She insisted in opposition to my wish, on naming our first born OoofTrey. And so Geoffrey, the stout cavalier of Mars ton and Worcester fights, sleeps his last sleep in tho calm woods through which wind the clear waters of the Dart and to tho old manor house, whose vanes rise glittering above those woods, come sometimes mother and child. And thon,'while the hot June sunlight pours through tinglazed casement and shattered walls, and floods with its golden glory the place in which our ancestor's bones wero found, Geoffrey, bis young namesake, peers fearfully into that narrow crypt, and listens while, with his moihor's hand clasped in his, the story of 1— ii--i -'j. ifl THE OLD LOG CHUBCH. On olden walls, in memorys hall, With roses 'round it rliottn^t A picture rare, of antique nr. The old log church is awlitfing. Of timbers rough, aud guatled and tougb* It stands in rustic beauty. A monument to good intsit And loyal, Christian duty. The forest trees, kissed by he brsfJt Of early autumn weathei. Stand i.'rimly bv, and seem to sigh And bend their boughs tcgethei Down by the mill, and up tie hill. And through the hazel tbeket, And o'er the mead browu lathways lead Up to the rustic wicket. r"v*' And by these ways, on holydayfck The villace folks collected, And humbly heard theaacrel w#*i And worshiped uuaffected. Sweet fancy's art and poet'*ho»rt Can see the old time preacher And village sace now turn th pagAi As minister or teacher. For iu the church, with dreaded birch, Ou week days he presided, Iu awful mien, a tutor seen, 'Twixt lore aud iicks divided. But where it stood, in dapple-1 A city sprang to life And jolly noise of barefoot bays Is lost in business rifat i.4#} J*. With wars now flown, the children,'gtowB, Are launched ou life's mad billows The pretty maid is matron sbid,' The master's 'neath the wi Iowa FOR RELIGIOUS REFLECTION. Leo XIII. An Iuterview with His Holiness. After waiting more than two hours, the doors at the farther end of the gallery were opened, and a brilliant- group appeared in the opening. The distanoo was so great that we could not distinctly see its several parU, only a general offect of bright colors, in which splendid uniforms predominated. This group at first appeared to bo stationary then, after a time, wo bocamo conscious it was moving, but so slowly and with such frequent pauses as to be almost imporceptible. By degrees it came nearer, aud wa saw two chamborlaius walking backward then came some of the Guardia Nobile, the pope's body guard, each member of which is a nobleman and wears a tall crested helmet liko an old Roman. Then came a number of stately dignitaries in violet robes, cardinals and monsignors, and at last we caught a glimpse iu the center of a small figure entirely in white—his holiness himself —then more violet robes, and lastly more guards, closing the procession. It "was im possible to see that slowly advancing figure, with its imposing surroundings, without being most powerfully impressed. He is the repre sentative of a Dower—a spiritual hierarchy— which, as Macaulay says, "can certainly boast of a far longer succession thau any dignitary in the world linking together the two great ages of civilization. Our modern feudal kings are mere upstarts compared with the successors in regular order of Sylvester and Loo and the Great" A monsignor who walked by the sido of the pope asked the name, nationality and religion of each person, for the information of his holi ness,who then said a few words. He speaks only Italian and French. Ha had a short con versation iu the latter language with the priests next to us,which of course we could distinctly hear. They spoke of tneir intended mission, and he replied that the merit of such actions lay in the intention less than in their success ful performance. The pope is small and frail in figure, with the whitest and most bleached-lookmg com plexion it is possible to conceive. One could scarcely imagine him able to go through the prolonged fatigue entailed by even such a ceremony as that in which we saw him. His manner is moat gracious and pleasing, and his expression of countenance benevolent He was dressed in a white cloth robe with a small cape, white scull-cap, and white shoes embroidered with a cross a white silk sash, with gold-fringed ends, round his waist A large cross of magnificent emeralds was the only spot of color in his attire. The pontifical ring, wbich it is the etiquette to kiss, was es pecially splendid, and appeared to have the head of St Peter engraved upon it A digni tary carried his scarlet cloak, and another the large hat of the same color, tied up and edged with gold cord. He remaiued a few minutes in colloquy with our party, which happened to bo the last in the assembly, then turning round to face the gathering, he blessed it col lectively with outstretched arms in the name of the Trinity.- Sunday-Soliool Assemblies. Tbe prevalence and popularity of all kinds of Sunday-school assemblies prompts the Con gregationaiist to account for them as follows: "Such movements are not to be ignored, but are to ba studied and directed in the right way. Howevga the institution originated, it exists and th#people are in it, and it will not do for those who wish to keep near the popular heart to sta^ aloof. When Dr. Goodeli was asked at Framingham last week why he attended such places, he made the sagacious reply, 'Because the p- oplo are there.' Thousands of youth all over the land, whose hunger for stndv has not been gratified, as well as many in advanced life whose early opportunities were small, are by this plan given a new chance for culture. The other dav at Framingham, we saw women with faces permanently faded, taking, notes in clear school-girl hand with an eagerness which showed that the dream of youth had come back. The spectacle of 1,400 graduates at Chautauqua is profoundly suggestive. It is also a popular religious movement. While the number of students in our theological semin aries has fallen off fifty in the last four years, the people have taken to the study of theology with enthusiasm. Whether we like it or not, the fact is patent that the popular theological instruction of the time is very largelv being given in Saturday afternoon Bible classes and Sunday school assemblies. It is easy to say that such teaching is superficial, but we can bear cheerful testimony that it is very practi cal indeed, thero were some lectures at Fram ingham that rather made ona feel aaperiioial himself." A Tory Poor Prayer. The London Christian World finds much that is faulty in tho special prayer recently put forth by tho archbishop of Canterbury. It says it "never saw any prayer in print more utterly conventional, more piteously common place, Xhan this in which the archbishop of Canterbury invites his oiergv to ask God's blessing on our arms in Egypt. There is no request that tlie nation should bo saved from the guilt of rashness, of pride, of ambition, of averice, in going to war none that the Diviuo Spirit would quicken the national couscieaco to discern whether it is in tho cause of righteousness, mercy and peace that bjood is to be sued none that our enemies ma)- be enlightened as to their sin or folly in causing us to attack them none that the de struction wrought mav be small, or tho return of peace bospoody. Does some one object that this would swell the prayer beyond reasonable length? We reply that fow" words may, in prayer, express a great deal, and that if tho prayer is=uod by the primate had really touched the springs of mau'a spiritual nature, bad really expressed the feeline and attitude becoming Christians when thov ask God to con secrate with his blessing their*weapons of war, there would have been no oomplaints, although tho ono straggling and broken-kneed sentence of this prayer bad been replaced by aeYeral brief and well-kuit sentences." Drippings from the Sanctuary. The Rev. S. F. Green, the rocalcitrant reetor and would-be martyr of Miles Platting, Eng land, is not yet out of jail but his release will soon come, for tho penalty of deprivation,con sequent upon his continued contumacy, took effect recently, so that he ceases to hold a ben efice in tho church, and thus in a double sense becomes a free man. The living is not a rich one, its value being stated in the Clergy List at £300 a year. The pecuniary loss winch Mr. Gvwn sustains by deprivation is probably tha 'east part of his punishment, for that sec tion of the church of which lie is a conspicu ous leader is both sufficiently numerous and wealthy to make his martyrdom easy to bear in a financial sense. Bnt though they mav be consoled in this respect, tho Ritualists must now see that tho general feeling of tho country is strongly avorae to the pretensions they have set up to be superior to tho ecclesiastical courts in matters of doctrine and discipline. Tho official report of the one hundred and sixty-third annual meeting of the Congregation al General Association of Connecticut gives the following statistical summary: There are 297 churches of this denomination in the State, of which 132 have settled pastors, 110 are pre sided over by aotiug pastors and 55 havo no stated supply. Ono hundred and fourteen churches have added no members by profes sion of faith during the year, and lost 242 by death. Tho chureh making the largest num" J^lpartf additional* ot ,K$$. ,.\j£ don, which has received an additional member ship of sixty-two. This church is under the pastorate of the Rev. Alfred H. Hall Tho ltov. George Wyndham Kenuion, M. A., of Oriel college, Oxford, has boen nominated to the bishoprio of Adelaide by tho archbishop of Cantorbury aud tho bishops of Durham, WiiichesteivTruro and Bedford, to whom the choice of a Bishop was entrusted by tho synod of the diocose of Adelaide. Mr. Kennion was, iu 1873, appointed by the crown, on the rec ommendation of Mr. Gladstone, to the vicar age of tit Paul, Hull, and haB since 187G been vicar of All Saints', Bradford. From 1871 to 1873 1io was diocesan inspeotor of schools in the diocese of York. Recent Engl'sh religious exchanges contain acoounts of attempts made by the Cunttes' Alliance to prevent tho sale of livings ou tho ground that such sales are sacrilegious and simoniacal. Tho method adopted was to send dolegates to the auction rooms, and annoy tho auctioneer by protests and puerile questions: and the only result seems to have been tho forcible ejection of the officious curates. Simony, if such it bo, will not bj abolished by annoying officers iu the discharge of t.Yeir duty. Evangelist Barnes finds that infidelity and the devil aro exceedingly strong at Indianapo lis. Iu a recent sermon he said that the devil had the head of a god, aud being the greatest liar ou earth, was swaying the world at tho presont time. "You aud the devil can beat me, dear friends," he continued, "but yon and I can beat the deviL" The Raccoon Presbyterian chnroh of Mid way, Western Pennsylvania, celebrated the huudrodth anniversary of its existence last week. It is somewhat "of a novelty to,find a church named after a raccoon instead of a safnt But the early settlers probably knew more about raccoons thau ecclesiastical saints. The Methodist says that during tho last forty years, in Now York city, the Presbyterians and Methodists havo each advanced at about the rate of 33 1-3 per cent on their member ship tho Baptists about 35 or 3i per cent, and the E piscopaliaus over 200 per cent it says that these are "paiuful and humiliating facts." The Baptists of the maritime provinces of Canada recently met in convention at 8t. John, New Brunswick. These provinces have 348 churches, with a membership of 37,423. The missionary efforts of the denomination were reported to be in an encour aging state. At a meeting of the Pittsburg aynod of the Lutheran church, held last week, resolutions wero introduced recommending the general celebration of the four hundredth anniversary of Luther's birthday, which will occur on,the 10th of November. HOME AND HOUSEHOLD. Tlie Lunch Table. Jf a lady chooses to give a more formal lunch and to have it served a li Russe,the first entreo—let us say chops and green peas—is banded by the waiter, commencing with the lady who sits on the right h»ud of the master of tho house. This is followed by vegetables. Plates being renewed, a salad aiid some cold ham can bo passed. The sherry is poured by tho waiter, or claret is offared. If champagne is served at lunch, it is handed immediately after the first dish has beou served, aud claret and slierry are not offered unless askad for. After the salad a frosh plate with a dessert spoon and small fork upon it is placed before every persou previous to pu ttiug the ice cream, pie, or pudding before tho hostess, who cuts it and puts a portion on each plate. After these daiaties havo been discussed, a glass plate, serviette, and finger-bowl are placed bo fore each guest for fruit The servaut takes the plate from his mistress after she has filled it aud hands'it to the lady of first consideration, and so on. When only members of the family are present at luncheon the mistress of the bouse is helped first Fruit tarts, pudding, sweet omelette, jellies, blanc mange, and ice cream are all proper dessert for luncheon also, luncheon cake or the plainer sorts of loaf cake. It is well, in all households, if possible, for the children to breakfast aud lunch with their parents. The teaching of table manners can not begin too early. But children should never bo allowed to trouble guests. If they are not old enough to behave well at table, guests should never be invited to the meals at which the children must come. It is very trying to parents, guests, childreu aud servauts. When luncht oa is to be regarded as an agreeable so cial repast, when guasts are to be expected, theu the children should diue elsewhere. No young mother succeeds better than she who has a nursery diuiug-room, where, under her own eye, her darlings aro properly fed. It is not so much trouble, either, as you would think. Table mats are no longer ased in stylish houses, either at luncheon or at dinner. The waiter should havo a coarse towel outside and wash each dish before he puts it on the table Menu cards are never usod at luncheon. Salt cellars aud small water carafes are in very good taste placed up and down the luncheon table. A Novel Shopping Bag A shopping bag of novel design exhibited in an art room this week was much admired. The bottom of tbe bag was of drab Aida canvas it was not exactly square, but an inch or two longer than it was wide. There was no seam at the bottom, but on the sides where it was joined, a narrow pleating of scarlet satin was inserted. The top of the bag was of scarlet satin also, and it was drawn together with satin ribbon of the same color. A stem of scarlet flowers was embroidered on one side of the canvas. Another bag was made of the linen cord of wbich macreme lace is made. It was crocheted in an open-work pattern, stiffened with white glue lined with blue silk, and left open at the top aud not drawn togs'her, but had crocheted nandles. This is hiuadsome to haug ou the wall or to carry in the hand. Good Grape Catsup. Cat ont this recipe for grape catsnp and try it when yonr grapes ripen. Any variety will make the catsup, and it will be nice, but the Catawba or tart grapa are preferred to the Coucord or Delaware: Lot five pints of grapes simmer till they aro so soft tuat you can rub all but the seeds through a colander with ease. After this is done add two pints of brown sugar, ono pint of vinegar, two tablespoonfnls each of allspice, cloves aud cinnamon, one teaspoonful and a half of mace, ono of salt, and a teaspoonful of red pepper. Put them all in a porcelain kettle, lot them boil slowly till they are as thick as you like catsup to be. The grapes must first be eked from the stems, and bo washed thoroughly, or they will be gritty, and the catsup be spoiled. Kitchen Keramic*. It is well for the inexperienced pickle-maker to be told that there is just as groat difference in green tomatoes as there is in anything else. To insure crisp and fine-flavored green-tomato pickles, it is necessary to start with fine grained, firm ton.a ous, aud the half-grown ones aro best Thev aro not so juicy, aud the slices look and aro really more compact They keep their shapo better, too. Auotbor point to bo uoted iu pickle-making is that iu order to have good cucumber pickles that will keep well, they must be fresh when yen bogin the pickliug process. If kept for two or three days, they become soft, audit is almost impos sible to succeed with them. Marmalade made of tlie common Siberian crab apple is not to be despised, and for the children's lunch or for tea with good bread and butter is looked upon as a luxury. Stew the apples, skins and all, till they are very soft mash thom, adding light brown sugar to your taste. This may ba put up In canu or in little earthon jars and sealed lor winter use. Marmalado may also be made of nice poach parings, with now aud then half a peach left iu. This latter dish is not recommended ex cept when fruit is scarce and you feel like making the most of every part of it A tasteful way to arrange tbe narrow curtain at each side of a hail door is to make them of muslin or of lace gather them at the top and bottom have the muslin full. About mid way between the top aud the bottom tie a rib bon around tbe muslin, make a pretty bow and let it come next to the glass. Tie the rib bon so close that the muslin will be drawn in at the center lot tho muslin hang leoaeiy and gracefully, not iu stiff folds. If thero are no other wisddTfs in the hall, plenty of light will be admitted by this arrangement Dotted mus lin is preferred to plain. Lamb chops are exccllont cooked in this way: Put them in a frying-pan, with a very little water, BO little that it will boil away by tho time tho moat is tender then put in lamps of butter with the meat, and lot it brown slow ly there will be a brown, crisp surface, with a tine flavor. Servo for breakfast with potatoes cooked thus: Choose small onoa aud let them boil till they aro tender drain off the water, aud pour over tbem, while etill in tho kettle, at least one teacupful of cream mash them smooth in this. It is sometimes hard to know just what to put at tho wiudows in a basement dining room shades mako the room to dark, and much drapexy haa the sama bad efftct For th« par. pose one satisfactory way is to get two breadths of dotted white muslin for each window, make box pleats at tho top, have the muslin *bout three-quarters of a yard deep, and let ithaug loosely at tho bottom. They look very pretty from tho stroet, and there is no objection to them in tho house. Tomato salad is an agreeable entree, and goes woll with almost any dinner, but particu larly we:l with fried or roast moats. To half a dozen medium-sized tomatoes, with the skins removed aud the tomatoes sliced, add the j%lka of two hard-boiled eggs, also one raw egg, well beaten and mixed with a tablesooon ful of molted butter, a teaspoonful of sugar, with cayenne pepper and salt to suit the Uste. Whou all these are mixed thoroughly, add half of a small cupful of vinegar. Good plain gingerbread is made of two pounds of flour, half a pound oT butter, half a pound of sugar, two tablespoonfuls each of cinnamon and ginger, one pint of molasses, a teaspoonful of soda dissolved in a half a cup of sweet milk if you havo sour milk, use that, aud add half a teaspoonful moro of fioda. Bake in very thin layers mark each layer with a fork in lines an inch apart. The oven Bhould be hot wheu the gingei bread is put in. Jelly made from unripo granos, just before they change from green to purple, is very del icate. Wash tho grapes, after picking them from tho stems, iu several waters, then put them iu a porcelain kettle wash them before putting them on the stove, as then yob will not need to put any water with them, and of course the less water the less time it will take to boil the juics. Put. the grapes when suffi ciently cooked in a bag made of firm flannel, aud let the juice drain out without squeezing if possible. A pretty way to cover a chair cushion is to knit stripes of zephyr worsted or of yarn in different colors. Suppose vou have three stripes, one of red, one"of blue, aud tho third of black, knit them together, put them over the cushion, and at each corner fasten a scar let bow, or, instead of bows at the four cor ners, a cord and balls made of worsted look very pretty at the two front corners. This cushion has a soft, warm look which ia appre ciated in winter. So long as some people will eat the skin of a sweet potato, after dua remonstrance, try to make it as nearly eatable as possible. To" do this the potatoes should be baked in a drip ping-pan tho skin will then be baked uni formly, aud there is almost no danger of its burning on one side. If you have enough left from one meal to warm for auother, do not throw them away, but slice them thin and fry them in butter. Sometimes the mackerel intended for break fast is not fresh euough in the morning to bo eatable it is then a good time to serve boiled mackerel. Wrap the fish in a cloth securely, so that you can lift it from the kettle when it is tender without, breaking it. If yon change the water two or three timos it will freshen in a very few minutes do not change from boiling water to cold, but pour from the teakettle each time. Lemon shortcake requires a rich and very light crust it must uot be too thick, either whon baked, cut it open and spread butter on the upper and under parts theu put in a fill ing made of the rind, juice and pulp of two lemons, one heaping cup of sugar, aud one cup of cream: if you caunot procure cream, make the filiii,'^ as for lemon jelly cake, with water thickened with corn starch, in place of cream cook in a basin set iu a pan of boiling water. Blackberries need to be cooked a long time in order to expel the air from them: a much longer time ia necessary than for raspberries let them cook slowly, until the berries have slirilnli at least half unless you do this, there is likeiy to be enough air left in to start fer mentation if there is more juice than you liko to have in the cans, yon can boil it down and ponr over the berries, or strain it aud boil for jelly. Pretty and odd chairbacks are made of squares of linen and of satin. This seems at first a strang9 combination, but the effect is excellent Where the squares are ioiued, cover the seams with fancy atitches. The satin squares may be left without ornamen tation, and all the work be put on the linen ones. Embroidery, or painting, or etching, are the favorite methods employed. A handsome and yet simple, easily made sofa cushion cover is made of one square of satin on this embroider a spray of flowers, it may be done with Kensington stitch and crewels or with tbe popular ribbon embroidery. Finish the edge with a cord or with fringed silk. If you wish to clean your spice mill, you will find that by grinding a handful of raw rice through it this can be accomplished. The particles of spice and pepper or of coffee will not adhere to it after this rice iB ground through it When abont to broil fish it ia a good plan to grease the gridiron well with a little lard. You will not be troubled then by having about half the fish sticking to the gridiron when yon attempt to remove it to the platter. The rind of a lemon is recommended by a noted cook as giving a delicate flavor to toma to catsup. It should not be put in till the cat sup is done aud cooL Cut it in small pieces. Thin slices of bread dipped iu tomato sauce and then fried in butter till thev are brown, take the place of an omelet !This is a good wav to utilize stale bread. THE PHCENIX PARK MURDEB3, Facts Concern ine Westgate, Alias O'Brien, Who Confessed to Killing Cavendish, and is Now in Jail at Jamaica. Westgate, alias Patrick O'Brien, the alleged murderer of Lord Cavendish and Mr. Burke, has been removed from the steamship Fan tome to Spanish Town jail, as the Fantome was ordered to Barbadoes, says a Kingston Jamaica special. Westgate is a man of ordi nary bail(L He has a full and rather dark beard, about three inches in length all aronnd. He still adheres to his former confessions. He has several times threatened suicide, and a close watch is kept over him to prevent any accident He says that he left Dublin on the night of the assas sination, and went with the night mail to Holy head, and thence went to Cardiff, and from Cardiff sailed iu the Gladstone for Porto Cabello, where he was arrested by the British represen tative on his own confession. He says that the British authorities treated him very barshlv at Porto Cabello, and that he has been very kindly dealt with on board the Fantome. When asleep he is troubled with fearful dreams aud ravas very excitedly. The doctor was called several times to ascertain what was wrong, and tho ship and prison doctors affirm that ho is suffering acutely from a very intense excite meut. He confesses to having returned before entering the car, and to have given Lord Cav endish a stab in the back, and that he was em ployed and paid .£20 by Mr. O'Connor, M. P., for his share ia the deed. He says that his wife resides in Dublin, aud that her father aiao lives there. Ho wrote a letfir to his fa ther-in-law, but not to his wife. Ho has re vealed the names of his alleged accomplices to tbe authorities, but the uahios ho gava are kept strictly secret. Tho geueral belie, hore ia that he has had something to do with the Thanix park murder, and this belief gains ground, even although nows has been published here staling that Westgate had sailed previous to the murder. Feople say that tho prisoner may not be Westgate, but it is certain that he is cither a murderer or a madniau. One day, while looking carelessly through the Suuday at Homo magazine, his eye caught tho words "Tho Assassination of Lord Mayo," and ho jumpod with fear and axksd his keeper, "What's that?" He then turned over the leaves excitedly, and seemed to be lost with fear and excitement No one is permitted to see West gate in prison except those who havo of neces sity to visit him. The authorities heret are waiting farther orders from England* A Montana Stnrv. Butto (Mont) Inter Ocein: Eight miles north of Butte ia a sprin„ which is a bonanza in its way, there being a great doal of gold in the waters. Tiu discovery was made accidentally several rears since. A prospector in that neighborhood cleaned out the spring and was daily in the habit of going there for water. One evening rather late ho wont as usual and while dipping water, dislodged a boulder which fell into the spring. Next mording he took the stone ont and was surprised to see it coated with gold. Regularly thereafter lie has immersed in tho watera boulders of various sizes, aud his daily clean-up averaged from half an ounce to threo ouuees of gold dust The discoverer is now a rich man, and has or dered a system of plates to supersede tho boulders for catching the gold. This is cer tainly oue of the most remarkable disooveries ever made in the West, and it is an innovation on tho customary methods of mining. Tho authenticity of this story is vouched for by re liable gentlemen in this" city, who thia morning related the abovo facts to a' reporter. Kentucky Whiskies. If you want straight, good Sour Mash Ken tucky Whiskies, call only for C. Courad& Co.'a Moas Rose Bourbon or Governor's Choica Bjfc. Aak yonr grooer for them. TEN LITTLE PBA8# Ten little peas in a pod Wanted to see the world. But the vine said, "Not You must wait and grow. Here in your snug nest curled. "You mast drink the rain and thedaw* And warm yourselves in the sun. Then fall asleep Iu slumber deep. When the summer days are dona. "Bat in spring you shall open jOVXVjm, And tender fingers spread, And dance in the breeze From 't.e orchard trees, And wear a crTwn on your headl" But the ten little peas in tho pod Would not heed to the sweet viua-motlwfc We cannot wait For the surinf io late!" Baid each to his fretful brother. Cook Marecry down the path Came dressed in Imr apron whit* Tha peas said, "HarkI" Io the pleasant dark. But the poor vine shoo^ with fright Iuto her basket slipped The ten littlo peas tojothar. And they cried in glee, "At last we shall see The sun and the sky and the weather!' But the pod crashed over their heads, And the fire in the range was hot, And willing or nay, Thev must dance away Their lives in the boiling pot CHATTER FOR CHILDREN. Bainy Day*. Since I began to tell you what to do, I hafflt spent an evening in a room that you would all like to see. The owner lives out of doors in the summon and has a canoe that he keeps iu this room ia winter. Around tho walls are horns of deer, picture® of fish, polea and lines, a collection of btonea, such as I shall perhaps tell you how to maka when you aro a little older, a head of a beaver, with long, brown teoth, atuffod birds aail many other things that would please you all. On one of the walls hauga a little gilt franMfe with some pressed flowers under glasa. When the owner of the pretty room was not much older than you he began to cullectand press flowers from the garden. Then wheu ho was growing ap he used to stuff birds. At about the same time tbe war that yon have heard of began, and he cut from tb* newspapers everything that he could find about it for four years, and made surap-booka. He has kept, too, whatever he saw in the pa pers about anv famous man, like Gen. Grantor Gen. Garfield. Now, perhaps, yon can begin this summer to make in rainy days a scrap-book that will be always useful. You can't all read very well, but if yon sea anything about flowers', or birds, or Strang* animals, spell it out and keep it if no one elaa wants it You may find pictures of animals or flowots for yonr book. In a few months you will be surprised to see how many cuttings you havei You may not need them all. but look them over and decide what yon will keep. Then paste them into a book some rainy afternoon when you don't know what to do, when yon cau't go out of doors, and it is too hot to maks molasses candy. Before long jon will have a book all yonr own, like nobcAiy else, that will b9 useful to you all your life. If anybody asks yon wbat yon want at Christmas, perhaps you will say. "A book for next summer about flowers or insects or tha seashore.'' There is a very good one, The Young Folka' Encyclopaedia of Common Thin^«, that will help you a great deal, aud the older you grow the better you will like it. Another, Ocean Wonders, will tell you of many things on the seashore of which I have not spoken. Yon will fiiid in such books pictures of what ever you pick np in your walks. If you are away from books you mnst use your eyes all you can. A very good way to spend a raiuy morning is to look at tho things that you havo collected and see how the birds' nests are made, into how many parts the insects' bodies are divided, wither a caterpillar haa more or fewer divisions than a butterfly, or the difference between a roso and liiy. Perhaps somebody will tell yon the naoM of the part of a flower, just what an insect 1% or teach yon something abont shells. If you know no one who cares for out-of door things, go on using your own eyes, and you will learu more thau if von had only books, and no real things to study. I have seen a little room that a boy had for hia own use. He had put up some neat shelrea for tha 200 or 300 birds that he had stuffed. The lowest shelf, just above the floor, was covered with sand, aud on it he had placed a turtle, a star fish, some fishes' eggs aud shellai The birds were arranged above, come with spread wings and nests, others with their winga tightly pressed to their sides, to take up aa lit tle room as possible. On the other side of the room were great boxes of eggs, such aa yon are not old enough to collect without hurting nests and treating birds cruelly. Just below the eggs were pieces of many different kinds of wood, ail of the same sise^ and a large book of pressed plants. The boy who owned them all had learned to draw pictures of birds and to paint them after ward, although he had had no drawing master iu school, as many of you have. Perhaps if you begin to make your collec tions this summer, in a few years|yon will hare as many things as he has. Even if you have, at the end of vacation, only three or four butterflies, a few leaves and a piece or two of dry moss, you will be ready to try again next year to get something really worth keeping aud to take good care of it A BOOM FOR BAYFIELD. A Certainty of One Kailrnad in Six Months and the Possibility ol Two More Within a Year—A S^lmditl Harbor, Excellent Wa terworks and Other Attractions. Special Correspondence .. BAYFIELD, Wis., Sopt 4.—Your readers may not be aware that this little "City of Fountains" is really on the boom, and that our white pop ulation will have nearly doubled by Jan. 1SS3. The certainty of one railroad within six. months aud the possibility of two within a year from to-day, together with our splendid har bor, than wbich there are nono better, our beautiful situation, overlooking three chaa* nels, a bay and numerous islands, and our su perior waterworks, carryiug water to dwell ing and business places alike, supply ing kitchens, fountains, lawns and mills, and furnishing a foroe and supply to reach the top of the highest buildings, in case of fire. These and many other very attractive features aro attracting the attention of persons seeking a desirable business location aud letters of inquiry to your correspondent are freqnent Ihe last contracts for grading ou the railroad from Sk Paul brings the work nearly to the towu, and within i abort time the shovel brigade will be quartered iu our very midat The company ia having souio troublo iu accuring tbo right of way from property owuera, and Saturday's issue of the Bayfield Press will coniaiu a list of such lands aa thev are obliged to condenua their way through. Property ia advano ing, and good business locations command extra prices: but choice building lota 40x120 feet can be bought for from $50' to ^100. The town ia spondmg several thousand iu opening up and gradiug new atreets)aud before auother spring opens the borders of oar Zion will be greatly extended. BEHIND US ON THE MAW LAND and before us upon the islands stands the UB-, touched forests extending many miles in all ift vectiona, and we have as tine timber, both pine aud hardwood, as can be found in the North wed A batter location for two or a half doaea saw mills can nowhere be found, the forests aro within easy reach, from the water, a coast free from bluffs, aud the shore and sea so pro tected for miles. that logs can be boomed and towed in safoty, whon at less shel tered positions such a work would bo impos sible. Tho crops—ri havj a few farms around here aud more "clearing"—look good. Pota toes aud oata will bo unusually good. Hay is short, owing to.the early dry weather. All the lake steamera call here on their way up and down tho lake. Three small steamers make daily connections with Aaliland and one with Isle Royal and fie north shore twice a week. The ateamer Favorite has baen laid up for re pairs about six days out of seven so far this year. She usually gets fitted up by Saturday night and starts out to work on Sunday, and ia a day or two is laid up again. Her owner seems to be making a test cas» with the Lord over hor. If we owned hor we would try work ing her week days and laying her by Sundays the rest, of the season aud see how tlw account stood the clo»4 of navigation.