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A BAUD ALL BROKE UP.
The Melaneholly Days Too Unch for' His Poetic Machine, th« Manufactory Closed for Repairs. L^v Thurlow Weed Cultivated His Remark able Memory—James Watson Webb's Reminiscences of Louis Nagoleon. The Groat Journalist's Instrumentality in Se curing France's Neutrality and the Evacuation ot Mexico. •fetelal Correspondence of the Pioneer Press. NEW YORK. NOT. 8. ?he melancholy days have come, The saddest of the year Gone are the pumpkin and the plnm The fallinsr leaves are Rear. V The p.irtr.il.vre now forgets to drum, ii The sqti rrt'l to uproar His merrv tail the brooks are glum. The anglers disappear The crow pursues the vafjrant crumb, Still gr.it:-ful for the cheer: The top has ceased its summer hum Ami kites are out of gear. Above the earth a late au.'umn Inverts his icy spear, And even har ly flowers succumb Beneath its touch austere, Atiu win the crown of martyrdom* Ami close their bright career. Each morning some imbibe their rum. And some absorb their beer. And possibly shout "fi-fo-fum" To drive away their fear. Blithe, hauny, joyous school girls thrur Placos far and near. Or eat the cake of Sally Lam Or Clara Vere de Vere, liile other" go to chewing gum To check the truant tear. A friend of mine got deaf and dnmb Because he could not hear A bean was in his tympanum. And so it wasn't queer. He couldn't get a premium To serve as auctioneer. But when with cold his feet grew numb He skated on the mere. And danced a polka on his thumb, And walked off on his ear. Cogs broken Iyum. "j in t! e Oh dear) machine. Tum-ti-tum. K rra 1—cht-r—r-r-r-r—eer 1 I bespeak the gentle reader's indulgence. The ryhmogratih broke at this point, proba bly because i: was making too many revolu tions per minute. It has been sent to the blacksmith for repairs. IN' CONNECTICUT. The weather is about as interesting as poli tics to most readers this year, but even the latter has a sort of collateral interest, ao to speak —it has real valne as a lesson. Affairs in Connecticut are abont as badly muddled as they are here. The Republican Candidates are mostly old stagers and machine Bien, while the Democrats have put up for State officers and congress mostly young men from the ranks. Buckley is the Republican candidate for governor, not because he has any special fitness for it, but because it was promised him as a consideration of his "get ting: out the way" and giving the place to Bige low list year. Waller, the Democratic candi date, is a young man of the Sam Cox type, brilliant, impudent and aggressive, who thirtv years ago was a homeless and ragged newsboy in the streets of New York. I have forgotten bis re.il namo Waller is the name given him by the gentleman who took him to New London and sent bim to school. The Republicans of Connecticut havs bog gled their case after the Ohio fashion. The chief issue is temperance, or, rather, prohi bition, and the Germans will vote the Demo cratic ticket. The Republicans of Connecticnt are not proliibitiouists, but they have been forced to assume that role. The law cf "local option" prevails in the State, permitting towns to license or not license as they choose, and this both parties are in favor of. But the last legislature threw several additional and foolish obstacles in the way of getting a license at alL It was .-'ipulated that every applicant for a li cense must have his application signed by five taxpayers not signing any other application, and that the document with the names should be published in the local papers and the sale of cider to be drank on the premises was abso lutely prohibited to all. The result is rebellion, even among Republicans. Their ticket is well balanced, with an easy drinker and free liver for governor and a Baptist deacon and prohebitionist for his lieuten out, but they are heavily handicapped. The resnlt is that the Democrats will probablv elect their S ate ticket and carry off two con gressmen (in the New Haven aad the Western districts) and possibly elect Eaton in Hart ford. A PLAN TO STRENGTHEN MEMORY. TLr.rlow Weed felt well enough yesterday to be propped up on pillows in bed, where ho dic tated several pages of his biography. His memory seems unimpaired, and he recalls with great facihtv and accuracy long lists of names of me:! who were politicians in the various counties when Monroe ran for president—sixty years ago. "You seem to remember as well as ever," I said to him one day. "Better than I did once, I hope," he an swered, with a smile "If I bad not culti vated my memory I should have been a dismal failure." "Did you make a systematic efort to improve it? or did it improve in tLe regular course of affairs?" "I had to adopt a regular method," he said "and I hit on one that was very effective. I will teli you about it for the benefit of other 7oungmen. I got married in 1818, when I was working in Albany a9 a journeyman printsr. In a few months I went into business, establishing a newspaper for myself, and some of my friends thought I was 'cut out for a poli tician'—that is, I probably impressed my viows strongly on those abont me. But I saiv at once a fatal weakness. My memory was a sieve. I could remember nothing. Dates. nam:s, ap pointments, faces—everything escaped me. I said to my wife, 'Catherine, I shall never make a successful politician, for I cannot remember, an 1 that is a prime necessity of politicians. A poi'.ician who sees a man once shoull leuum •r him forever.'" I recalled what had been said of Henry Clay that he could go around a room and be intro -duced to fifty persons, and then, on mingling with the company, call every man by his right name. And I thought, also, of tho colored fellow who officiates at tho grand hat-rack in the vestibule of the United States hotel at Sara toga, and who, as the hundreds of guests flock •out of the dining-room, hands to each one instantly the hat, shawl, parasol, fan or what ever else lias been depositsd there an hour or •wo before. "My wife to!d me," continued Mr. Woed, •"that I must train my memory. So when I •came home that night, I sat down alone and spent fifteen minutes trying silently to recall the events of the day. I could remember little at first now I remember that I could not then .remember what I had for breakfast Finally I found I could recall more. Events came back to me more minutely and more accurately. After a fortnight or so of this, Catharine said, 'Why don't you tell it to me? It would be in teresting, and my interest in it would stimulate yon.' Then I began a habit of oral confession, as it were, which I followed for almost fifty years. Every night, the last thing before re tiring, I told my wife everything that I could recall that had happened to me or about mo daring the day. I generally recalled the •ery dishes I had had for breakfast, dinner and tea the people I had seen and what they said the editorials I had written, and an extract of them the letters I had sent and re ceived, and the very language used as near as possible when I bad walked or ridden—every thing,in short that had come within my knowl edge. I found I could say my lesson better and better every year, and, instead of growing irksome, it got to be a pleasure to run the events of the day in review. I am indebted to theis dioipline for a memory of somewhat un usual tenacity, and I reoommend the praotioe to all who expect to have muoh to do with in fluencing men." MAXTMTTTAN'B EXIT. The announcement that the Frenoh troops have been withdrawn from Mexico, and that the Emperor Maximilian, Louis Napoleon's stool-pigeon, thus deserted, has been oapturod and shot by the Mexicans, has attained general urrency and perhaps cannot properly bo de nominated "news." But it is not generally kuown that quite an inportant part was played in that affair by Gen. James Watson Webb, the veteran journalist, still living in this city at the age of eighty-ona When Louis Napoleon waB exiled by King Louis Philippe in in 1836, he came to Now York bearing a letter of introduction to Qen. Webb. This he pre sented soon after his arrival, and Qen. Webb thus became, not only his first American ac quaintance but his life-long friend and de fender. 5 I called at Qen. Webb's a short time since, and during an evening of intermittent whist, he told me about it "I was at dinner with a party of gentlemen in the hotel opposite Stewart's down-town store, when Louis Napoleon sent up his card. He was pleasantly received, and dined with us. After that he was often my gnest, and thence forward we constantly corresponded as long as he lived Did I think he would ever be sov ereign of France? I really can hardly say that I did. He was phlegmatic and quiet, and seemed stolid, and though to intimate ac quaintances he showed himself a philosopher, it was scarcely anticipated in New York that he would actually mount to the throne. It re quired a genuine prophet to foresee that But while here he was never the roue and sot he was afterward represented, and I gladly defended him from those slanders. I think they originated in his being confounded with Prince Napoleon, who was in New York at that time and was really a hard case. But thoy were not at all applicable to Louis. When I was appointed minister to Brazil, in IStil, I had to go to my post via Europe, and President Lincoln asked me to call on the emperor of France and urge him not to interfere with our blockade of the Southern ports. I did so, meet ing him at Fontainebleau, and having a most satisfactory interview. It was said that the purpose of the emperor was changed by the facts presented at any rate, he promised not to interfere to aid the rebellion, and that, too, at a time when Americans were filled with ap prehensions and our minister to Franco had failed to make any impression. 'Tell the president,' said the emperor, 'that France will recognize the blockade.' "It was two years afterward that the Mexi can trouble arose. In 18G3, when I heard of the intervention, I wrote to the emperor, pro testing. I told him he had made a grand mis take, that the United States would never consent to the move, and that he would be defeated on It I urged him to withdraw. Two months after he wrote me a long letter, explaining frankly how he got into the scrape and promising to withdraw just as soon as he could honorably do so. This I sent to President Lincoln. "When I came home from Brazil, I received a dispatch at Lisbon from the emperor urging me to visit Paris. I did so, and thefe was met by a command to breakfast with the emperor at St Cloud After breakfast a long conver sation was had, the result of which was a spe cific agreement by him to get out of Mexico at a particular date. That agreement was ex actly executed." This is the history of the transaction which drove the French troops out of Mexico. Yery rarely, in the history of any country, has a private individual succeeded in bringing about such important diplomatic results entirely outside of the department of foreigns affairs and without the assistance of his government VARIOUS ITEMS. The Mutual Uuiou Telegraph company has indulged in an important coup d'etat this week, apparently with high success. The stock which Jay Gould owned (that sold by the heirs of the late President Evans) has been trans ferred to the Western Union, which has also quietly bought up other sharos as it could lay hands on them. To prevent it from obtaining control, or even from having the power to keep up a flutter in stocks, the officers of the Mu tual U:u :i have got possession and locked up bovond reach of even the owners, a major ity of all the Mutual Uuiou stock—52.000 shares—the contract for the lock-up extending over five years. So there need be no further ta k about the Mutoai Union being merged into the Western Union or controlled by Jay Gould. Its status as an independent line is assured. If the Western Union had succeeded in its raid, the new lino would probably have been crushed so crippled that it could not earn the interest on its bonds, then put into bankruptcy and closed out. The Marquis de Leuville, whonr the readers of these ietter? have heard of, will return to Europe (France, probably) this week. The rea son for his sudden departure is not apparent, but it is understood that he will not return. The Langtry excitement is visibly subsiding, and a fortnight of her now will, it is thought, be enought The new penuy morning paper of Thompson, Puilitzer & Co., which was last week to be callcd the Morning Light, is (this week) to be called tho Morning Journal, unless the pub lishers should change their various minds again this week. One result of tho factitious success of C.-car Wilde and Langtry is tho appearance on our lecture platform of various'Englishmen and women of high merit and talent Of course thoy will not succeed, fnd will faii to under stand why. Here is Miss Einiiy Faithful, whom I met at one of Miss Doggett's pleasant parties in Chicago tweive years ago. She is here again, willing to lecture. But I don't sup pose she gets any invitations. The trouble with her is that she is really clever, and has done for tho English women more than Flor ence Nightingale ever did for the British sol diers. People don't want to hear such per sons. It is not fact and fancy that locture au diences like not the real but the unreal not the genuine, bat the notorious and the preten tious. The Brunswick hotel has a mild excitement just now The big bugs there domiciled are .gathered around a little bug and exclaiming. The object of interest is a South American bean, a little thicker than an average Lima Loan, but somewhat smaller. It is opaque, hard and shiny. Taken between the thumb and finger, it pulsates—perceptibly throbs, like a heart. Laid on a smooth table it moves around, flops over on its side, and keeps up a constant wriggling. Set on one end, it some times turns a somersault and lands on tho other end. It is never still half a minute at a time. So, nr, a reporter would sav, "It is the cynosure of all eyes." Tho owner has been offered $2,000 for it, but refuses to selL Oth ers have been sent for, for it is understood to grow (sometimes) on a peculiar beau vine in tho Columbian States. There is no orifice lead ing io tho inside. It has bce-.i minutely ex amined by scientific men, who think there is a living insect beneath the polished shell, that doesn't need to breathe very much fresh air. The electrical, clock-work and spiritualistic theories, at first advanced, are now exploded, and tho !j10-a-day guests at the Brunswick are anxiously awaiting tho arrival of tho next consignment W. A. CBOITUT. LOTE LIES DEAD. When the year was in its prime. And the earth laughed out in fiow'rs In the golden summer time Love in other days was ours. Now the winter snows are here, And the roses all are fled: Like the pale enshrouded year. Love lies dead.- I was but a foolish boy, Yet my heart could sorely ache, When you took it like a toy, That some idle child may break, Btill I feel the smart again, Though the healing years have flsd. Thine the triumph—mine the pain Love lies dead. Yet would your path were bright, As the sunshine on the sea. And the watches of the night Void of any thought of m* Once you let me lovo you, dear, Once for me your lips were red Lay him softly on his bier- Love lies dead. —S. Savile Clarke. A GARDEN OF GBAVES. Mt Anburn, the Silent City of the Dead Where Lie in Last Repose the Remains ot Scientists, Scholars and Statesmen. Reminiscences ot the Dlstirjmished Bead Be* called by a Visit to Boston's Silent Suburb—Names that Lire. Special Correspondence of the Pioneer Press. CAMBRIDGE, Mass., Nov. 1.—This suburban city of Boston is principally known throughout the country as the seat of the oldest college in the United States, "fair Harvard," and also as the late residence of Longfellow. Cambridge also coutains the pioneer American cemetery, within whose sacred preoincts the preoious dust of some of the foromest statesmen, scien tists, philosophers and philanthropists of the universe iB treasured. Ordinarily there is something the opposite from inviting in the surroundings of a place of banal, but Mt Au burn differs in this respect which languago cannot describe. No where in America can there be found a place of sepulture so charm ing or so appropriate for a "garden of graves" as Mt Auburn. Fifty years ago it was cus tomary to bury the dead within the busy boundaries of cities. Mt Auburn was the first cemetery in this country situated away from the city, and the idea was followed out by the incorporation of Laurel hill in Philadelphia in 1830, and Greenwood in New York in 1837. Recently the earthly remains of Miss Fanny Tarnell were deposited in the receiving tomb at this beautiful place of in terment But a few months ago the Longfellow family tomb was opened to re ceive the body of its most illustrious member. A cotemporary and intimate friend of the be loved poet, James T. Fields, who died in Bos ton April 24, 1881, is interred the lot of Dr. Zabaiel B. Adams, on Elder Path, not far from the last resting place of Longfellow. Nothing need be said of the latter, but of Fields it can be said that to his instrumental ity as editor of the Atlantic Monthly, the read ing population of this aud other countries is indebted for the works of A GALAXY OF AMERICAN AUTHORS. Mr. Fields rose from a poor boy to a fore most position in the book publishing trade entirely by his own efforts. He was the author of iaany essays, discourses and poems of merit, and edited an edition of De Quincoy's works. The body of Mrs. Frances Sargont Osgood, the poetess, and that of Nathaniel P. Willis, the poet, are also buried within Mount Auburn. vVillis was a native of Portland, Me., and a graduate of Yale. The first monument seen upon entering the sacred grounds of this sol emn city of the dead is that of Gaspar Spurz heim, the celebrated phrenologist, who died in Boston in November, 1832. It is beauti fully designed and executed, and is1 worthy of the memory of the deceased. The grave of Prof. Louis Af assiz, whose uame is engraved for eternity upon the pages of scientific fame, is upon" Bellmont path, a se cluded and picturesque spot at tho further ex tremity of the cemetery. Tha stone which heads the sacred mound is simply a rough stone, untouched with chisel except where the name of "Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz" is cut from its unpolished face. Small evergreens, surround the spot which is forever hallowod. On Green-Brier path we come to the monu ment of William Ellery Chauning, "honored throughout Christendom for his eloquence and courage in maintaining and advancing the great cause, truth, religion and human free dom." Chauning was one of the founders of Unitarianism, and for forty years was pastor of ono society in Boston. He was the author of many works, and his death, which took place in 1842, was a sad and sudden shock to the whole world It will be recollected that he died suddenly while passing through Benning ton. Vt. A friend, writingof his last moments, said: "We drew bacK the curtains and tho light fell upon his face. The sun had just set, and the clouds and sky were bright with gold and crimson. He breathed more and more gently, ana, without a struggle or sigh, the body "fell asleep. We knew not when the spirit passed. Visitors to the cemetery from abroad rarely go away with out viewing where his mortal remains^have been deposited. Ton years later Rev. Hosea Ballou, one of the distinguished clergymen of America in his time, died, and his remains are interred near those of Chanuing. The com memorative statue of this eminent mau is of pure white marble, aud stands upon a granite pedestal, being purchased by subscriptions from the Universalist denomination at large. There is no inscription, save the family name, recording in florid terms the titles of the de ceased to love and veneration none such were needed. His memory requires no monument his epitaph is written in the hearts of those who loved him HIS FAME WILL LIVE with that great body of Christians, which he saw increase from a smail band of worshipers to a wide-spread, powerful and influential de nomination, and with whoso progress and development he was identified through a long, laborious and self-sacrificing life. Among the noted names which emblazon the white marble memorials erected in Mt. Anburn is that of Charles Sumner. Not in the whole vast area of this beautiful resting place of the departed is there a space which has more charm of interest than the simple and unpretentious grave of Massa chusetts' favorite son. Not in a few instances have the admirers of the great statesman al lowed their enthusiasm to overcome their ven eration of tho dead, and the attaches of the cemetery have had to keep a sharp lookout to prevent relic-hunters from despoiling the grave and surroundings. The memorial stone which marks the resting placo of tho dis tinguished senator is in the form of a sarcophagus about seven feet long, four feet wide and four feet high, and is on Arethusa path, near Walnut avenue. It has recently been erected by a committee of Mr. Sumner's personal friends from the balance of the funds which were unexpended aftor the erection of the statue on the public garden of Boston. The only inscription is the name and date of birth aud death of the deceased. But no sen timental eulogy is necessary to perpetuate the name of Charles Sumner. The simple trophy which his friends have erected invests his life with a substance of not simply a local, but a universal, reality. Who can stand by the grave of such a benefactor of mankind, without feeling his heart more pure, his wishes more aspiring, his gratitude more warm, and his love of country touched by a holier flame? Sumner's life-long friend and champion, Ancon Burliugame, is not far separated from him, oven in death. Bur liugame was pre-eminently a statesman, and when ho died at St Petersburg, Russia, in 1870, AMERICA WEPT for one of her cherished sous. What a promi nent position does he occupy in American his tory. The history of his life is inseparable from that of his .country. Graduating from the law school of Harvard in 184(i, he began practice in Boston, and became a popular ora tor of the Fioe Soii party. In 1852 he was elected to tho Massachusetts senate, and join ing tho American party in 1854 was elected reprcsen:ativa to congress aud helped to form the Republican party. When Preston 3. Brooks brutally assaulted Sumner he was vig orously denounced by Burlingame, who in con sequence was challenged by Brooks. The duel, however, never came off. In 1801 he was appointed minister to Aus tria, but wan afterward made ambas sador to China. In 1867 he was ap pointed special ambassador of the Chinese empire to frame treaties of amity with the UnitedStates and European nations, an honor never before conferred upon a foreigner. He negotiated treaties with the United States and several States in Europe, and was entering upon the business of his mission at St Peters burg when he died. On Magnolia avenue is a handsome and costly monument dedicated to the memory of Edward Everett, another of America's distinguished sons. His hiBtory is qnite well kuown. Ho filled many positions of honor and usefulness, iucongro-j^as governor, secretary of state and ambassador near the court of St James. His services in raising funds for the purchase of Mount Vernon made him more widely known among the people, perhaps, than any other of his public labors. Ms grave is situated in a beautiful spot, and is centrally located. The lot is surrounded with an iron feuce, and is always visited by strangers. No lot in Mount Auburn attracts more attention than that of the Fuller family. It is located on Pyrola and Belmont paths, and embraces three or four ordinary lots. The chief attraction of the lot is the stone commemorative of Margaret Fuller Ossoli, her husband and child. It contains a medallion likeness of Margaret Fuller, a star, which was the signature to many of her contributions, and a sword, indic ative of the Italian struggle in which her hus band fought, and whore she admlnistorod to the wounded. No uketoh of this distinguished woman is neoessary. She lives, and will, while lifo lasts, in the memories of a largo oirole of friends and admirers. Hor husband, the Mar quis Ossoli, was captain of the civic guard dur ing the Italian revolution in 1848, and was not only a liomau noble, but also a noble Roman. Tho following is the truo aud eloquent in scription on tho Ossoli monument: By birth a child of Now England, by adoption a citizen of Rome, by genius belonging to the world. In youth an insatiate student, seekinc the highest culture. In riper years teacher, writer, critic of literature and art. In maturer age companion and helper of many earnest reformers In America and Europe. And of her husband,Giovanni Ossoli, Marquis Os soli: he cave uv rank, station and home for the Romau republic and for his wife and child Another woman,but not liko Margaret Fuller, occupies a placo in Mt. Auburn. The grave of Charlotte Cushman, the actress, is ou a beautiful and shady walk called l'alm avenue. She was a native Bostonian, and was the pride of all Bostomans., who followed with anxious eyes her numerous successes upon the stage. She oould trace her liueage back to the Mayflower, aud Puritanical blood coursed through her veins. She first made lier appear ance at the Tromont thoater, April 8, 1S35, as tho Countess in the Marriage of Figaro. She last appearod at tho Globe theater in Boston, May 15, 1875, aud died in that city during the centennial yoar. Pages would bo requirod to speak of all the illustrious dead whoso mortal remains are now moidering into dust within Mt. Auburn's sacrod enclosures. Tho body of the great "Northern orator," Rufus Choate, whoso eloquent voice has been so often praised in history, is interred in a grave on Walnut, near Laurol avenue. A neat stone on Anemone path marks the grave of Mary, wifo of Edwin Booth, tho actor, and bears a touching inscrip tion. "Fanny Fern," Sarah l'avson Willis, is buried in the Eldridgo lot Dr. J. E. Woroea tor, the eminent lexicographer, sleeps his last sleep on Aster path, near Consecration dell, and Henry Fowle Durant, tho foundor and benefactor of tho celebrated Wellesley college, is buried ou Osier path. At ono time Mr. Durant was a partner of Gen. Butler. On the left of Pyrola path is tho tomb of Barnabas BateB, "father of cheap postage," and Theodore Lyman, "the founder in this country of the first system of reform for young culprits," is buried ou Pilgrim path. The fathers of tho express business, Messrs. Harndeu and Alviu Adams, of Adams' Express company, are also interred in this lovely cemetery. A costly monument has been eroeted to their memory by tho expressmen of tho United States. There are a great number of line statues throughout the grounds, one being to Benjamin Franklin. That of Dr. Nathaniel Bowditch is the first full length bronze statue ever cast in this country. NELSE. HOME FROM THE WAR IN EGYPT. Bronzed by the San and the Sands of the Desert and Dazed by tbe Brilliancy of Their Reception—The Gaudy Guards and the Victory That Thalr Fellows Won—The English Excited—Social and Dramatic Af larr*. Special Correspondence of the Pioneer Press. LONDON, Oct 24.—The guards have come home from Egypt I didn't think that Eng lishmen could get so excited as they do, and I didn't think they could get so terribly excited over the wrong thing. The guards are the crack regiments of England. Thoy wear bet te clothes than any corps in the world. They are the one beauty spot in the English army. It is a fact that the equipment they have coBts, jp/lrrHng charger, J500. By that I mean helmet, tunic, silver, gold and brass orna ments, Hessian boots, moleskin white panta loons, saber and carbine. They are the most expensive body of men in the army. They are paid more, dressed at greater cost, lodged and fed better than any other body. Thoy are fine dress parade troops. Tliey number in all 4,000 men. About one-fourth of them went to Egypt There they were failures. They didn't got a chance to fight and they didn't march well. Both the foot and the horse guards were too heavily weighted with comforts to be valuable as soldiers. However, on their return, they received such a welcome and ova tion that I could scarcely believe it was Lou don and these English people. A friend of mine who has just returned from Egypt, where ho served as one of tho success ful war correspondents in the field, tells mo that in the battle of Tel el Kebir the guards were out of range altogether, that they didn't get under fire at all, that the pursuit they en gaged in was a failure and that so far as being of use is concerned they were on tho other hand a handicap to the army. Mr. Ross Ray mond, who tells this, with many other stories not so creditable to tho English army, will probably give his attention to putting his knowledge iuto a shape that will present the heroism now so applauded in a different light. He knows of the killing of the wounded Egyptians on the battle field and confirms tho rumors of the cowardice of some of the regi ments of the army at Ramleh and Malahalla. I fancy it will be VERY INTERESTING READING. Nevertheless tho guards are to be feted, v.ined, dined, toasted, praised and decorated, und the Highlanders, marines and mounted in fantry, who did the work, received nothing beyond moderate praise aud a medal. Tho spirit of English" fairness is touching. It usually touches the wrong place, it seems to me. Johnny is marching home again just now, and the army in Egypt is reduced to 3,000 men or less. They will be commanded by Sir E. Wood, who caused the Zulu war and the troubles in South Africa. He is a good and appropriate subject of Great Britain to carry out the behests of Sir E. Malet, who governs the country. 1 find in England that while tho war was not popular, and tWb cause of tho national party in Egypt is in increasing favor, the warmth of the soldiers' reception is as marked as though their's had been a mis sion touching the safety rather than the un imperiled honor of tne great British nation. Ihis welcome took strange forms, but the funniest of them were the newspaper stories that grew out of tho return of the troops. If there is anything tho British journalist prides himself on, it is the purity of his diction, the absence of strained figures and the straight forward directness of his reports and editorial comment One has to laugh, then, wheu he sees such a paragraph as this from the Daily News of the 20th, in re the return of the guards: The brawny troopers for the most part were bronzed by Eastern sunshine, and seemed a little lacking in fleah as compared with their ordinary parade condition. Some of them too had a strause look in tho eyes, but whether brought about by the lurid glare of sunlight reflected from glittering sand, or by the fiercer light of battle, who shall say? In all other respects, however, they seemed none tho worse for their hard campaigning. Fined down they were, liko athletes iu training, but all thews and sinews, and plainly fit to exchange stout blows with any foes. I will match that against anything ever writ ten iu Chicago. Wouldn't it be a funny thing to seo iu their eyos on Oct. 20 the light of a battle that took placo Sept. 3. The more so as they didn't get into the battle. Altogether it was funny. From another sober, respectable, and, oh! how sober and respectable the Lon don journals aie, I find the following gush about tho horses of tho returned troopers: The troop horses looked well enough, too closely packed though they were in narrow stalls with no room to stretch stiffened limbs aud no opportunity for change of position until their weary legs gave way under them,tho rigid muscles relaxed,and thoy dropped into their slung hammocks rocked to sleep by the ceaseless, soothing motion of waves. These are average specimens of the publica tions on an occasion of Englishman getting ex cited. PARLIAMENT BEGINS its winter troubles pretty soon, and it will be busy enough with the success of the war in Egypt, meeting the current of popular feeling for that unfortunate country that is likely to arise, and a good many red hot questions of dispute. Probably they will not create a dis sension fatal to the government, for the army spirit is as strong as the political, if not stronger, and in the glory of the British arms tho misfortunes of another county will surely not predominate. Then, Ireland* will attract great attention. The troubles of the land league and the difficulties and sorrows of the over turbulent islo will have a full share of attention. Thoso two questions will be the leading topics in the house of lords as of com mons, and as tho situation now is, there is no reason to look for anything dangerous to the Gladstone government The success in Egypt and the military Hurrah that attended it was necessary to this result It was a critical time that looked seriously like the dissolution of the body then sitting, but it passed by, and the re sult is that Gladstone and his ministry will walk iuto the house stronger and more able to away than ou the first day of their election. JUST NOW SOCIETY IS DULL enough, for tho fogs have begun and only a few people who don't have to stay in the city. The fog begins when the people begin to light their fires and its first specimen of the season promises an ample crop. Tho queon is in Balmoral but will presently come to Windsor. The princo of Wales is here and to be seen on the streets every dav, having just come from the ooutinent, where ho traveled as Baron Renfrew and where he left his sons to bo further educated in an Austrian school. I don't know the muue of the school, aud I don't care, ilavi-thus indicated tho presence of the que. nd the prince you liavo your iingor on the pulse of tho social body. The queen's presence or absence manages the whole thing. Now she will soon bo off to Mentono or Nice iu the south of Franco, and tho great army of continental visitors will soon be off aud away too. The return of the armjr from Egyjit will delay the flight, for there will bo many things to do in the way of fixing up matters of asocial nature, dinners aud all that I went again to see Drink at the Adelphi the other night. It is beyond doubt the perfection of roaliam. Put two brains liko Charles Roade's aud Zola's to gethor and them put iuto Charles Warner's hands the interpretation of the character on whom turns the plot, and there is a trio not to bo made up anywhoro. Warner's Coupoau is a wonderful study. Ho is the man with delirium tremens, and were he not a bio to bring the contrast out by the strong lights aud shadows effected by his passing through tbe first stages of a druukard's career, the final scene would in it self be a revelation of THE ACTOR'S ABT. Rip Van Winkle, tne uew opera at-the Royal Comedy theater, is as great a success as—well, say Pinaiore. The story of Rip is told iu the libretto, aud tho character in Fred Leslie's hands finds a representation eqnal to Jeffer son's. Then tho music is catching, aud is sung not only well by Leslie, but by Violet Cameron, than whom I have never seen a better in comic opera. She not ouly sings, but acts, aud she does both with equal ability aud cleverness. For the opora I prophesy a brilliant career in the United States, and you may be able to ex tract some consolation from the fact that it rests upon a legend exclusively our owu. With the closing of the social season thuro is a falling away of the brilliancy of theatrical audiences, but London iu big enough to keep all hor theaters going, and few of them get more than rewards the familiar Full on the Bristol. It is Htill running at a large profit, and now that the English mind begins to grasp at the jokes which touch the hair-trigger of American appreciation, there is no lack of ap plause. Irving and Ellen Terry have brought out Much Ado Abont Nothing at tho Lyceum. The same careful ^.::. ution to detail in stage mourning and dressing marks this rovivai that attached to Romeo aud Juliet last spring aud summer. As for the acting itself, only one word is necessary to describe it. It was superb. Irving himself show& to a greater advantage, and so, too, does Ellen Terry, than iu Romeo and Juliet. It is needless to say that the au diences are invariably large. EVERY DAY IS A WRETCHED WET DAY now. The taxation army is ou the increase. There is going to bo great talk about the Land league in parliament, aud some stories will come out Gen. Wolseiey wiilsoou be home. Chi cago canned beef was the principal ration of the British army iu Egypt Several Americans have passed the examination for the Royal College of Physicians. People look for further trouble in Europe, but they are always looking for that Stanley got a setback in Paris the other day, aud there isn't going to be any chan nel tnnneL LEANDER RICHARDSON. IN THE AUSTRIAN ALFEMLANJ). An Excursion Among the Wondrous Heights of the Styrian Monutains—The Semmering Pass aud Causeway of Giants—Tlie Ancient Ruin of Schottsweln. Special Correspondence of the Pioneer Press. VIENNA, Oct 21.—"Auf alten Bergen ist Ruhe!" This simple truth, spoken from the heart of Goethe, is echoed by every poet, painter and musician who ascends these won drous Alpeu heights of the wild Styrian mountains that join the Bavarian hills with the Raxalpe of Lower Austria. Tho Semmering Pass, that superb marvel of engineering ^kill, built by that distinguished Italian, Chevalier di Checiii, over which the Trieste express rushes daily from the banks of the Danube to tho shores of the Adriatic, is well worth exploring at leisure, not only for its sad historical memories, its blessed legendary stories of the shrine of Maria Schutz,its health bringing "Hochquelle" rushing down through the Atlitz Graben to fill the fountains of imperial Vienna, but its most imposing and sublime scenery in the very heart of the Styrian alps. One beautiful August morning, in the sum mer of 1881, a party of friends left the wood land walks of imperial Schonbrunn, the sum mer palace of tho emperor, aud took the Trieste express at Meidling. Tliey wero going down to Miramar, sad Miramar, the loved homo of tho unfortunate Maximillian, where the shadows of the ilex trees fall thickest at noonday, and nightingales trill tho Angelus when twilight gathers around this deserted castle by the sea. After leaving Meidling tho train passed through the celebrated wine districts, the pleasant prairie lands of Gumpoldskirclien, prairies broken by small hillocks all covered with vines back to the wooded hills that rise ou the right, aud on the loft, stretching far away to poplar bordererd roads until lost in the blue distance where mountains loom up into cloudland. These superb vineyards reach for miles along the track" ovon to the ancient Roman sulphur springs of Baden, where the quaint old castle of Rauhensttein gloams out white and gray from the dark pines of its surrounding lulls. Through the lovely, garden-like village of Voslm, and the broad meadows of the cele brated Wiener Neustadt, whose military school is the best in Austria, .the road leads into the mountain region of the Weiner Wald. And strange fantastic heights they are! Hohen Wand rises like the catafalque of a Titan. This August morning a funeral pall of clouds wrapped the mount ain's rough sides, but between its gray crest and the blue heaven silvorv wreaths of morn ing mist wore heaped as floral offerings on the tomb of the buried giant Through pleasant pine woods, whore the sunlight glinted down and burned golden upon the brown turf of pine needlesj into green corn fields set arouq^l with broad bands of buckwheat, bronzed from the August sun, the travelers came at last in view of the Raxalpe and the heights that glitter in eternal snows. Before reaching Glognitz. where the ascent of the Semmering Bahn begins, the scenery CHANGES TO PARK-LIKE VISTAS and wooded hills. Crimson poppies and blue larkspur gleam through the golden grain as the splendor of sunset falls over tho meadows. The mount ain engine (a cross between a siove and a plow) mot the express at Payorbach.a strangely small guide, it seemed, to take a train of twen ty-five cars (carriage shaped coupos) up 3,850 feet above the level of tho sea! But its mo tive powers were even more astonishing than its shape, the huge train moved slowly, stead ily forward, up an inclined plane of forty feet, into a wilderness of dwarf pieces that spri-ig from tho broad foundations of basaltic rock that pave the magical wilderness of the SchwarzenthaL Steadily, slowly, the crowded carriages moved onward and upward, till the Black valley sank lower and lower, and tho gray marble walls of the Atlitz Graben rose, wierd and terrible, from the deep green waves of tho pine and' aspen forests-sea which surge* through tho black-grey chasms that yawn between chalk white parapets. Here and thoro from out these frightful gorges, foaming mountain tor rents rush into tho woodland depths below, depths from which rise wall-like precipices covered with feathery ferns aud blue fringed gentians growing in the rifts and scars made by the mighty glacier, which, centuries ago, moved in awful majesty through the clefted hills. Onward and upward, iu many a curve, and spiral turn around rock towers, over granite arches, spanning fearful chasms with graceful sweep aud aerial poise, tho train rushed into tlie very heart of tho mountains. The legendary lore of centuries long dead has here chained the dwarfs of the Nieboluug, whose cruel fate was to toil until they could psy the Scandinavian giants for building "Walhalla" above the clouds! Tho yellow towers of Castle Wartenstein, and the gray turrets of Ruine Klamm, sank lower and lower boneath tho spiral windings of the road which had begun its ascent in the Schwarzenthal, miles below these mighty fortress walls, and evon their battlements were* lost to sight aB the last peak of tho mountain range was gained, and tho traiu halted upon tho heights of the Semmering pass iu front of the mighty Sonnwondsteiu, the glorious pyramid which rises liko Nebo's lonely mountain- above its circling hills. At this point the trav elers decided to stop and spend a few days in excursions among the mountains. The little inn, Erzherzog Jobann, built oa tho spot where Charles VL of Austria, and the imperial family used to rest when they journeyed to aud from Italy, was reached by the tourists after an hour of climbing up aud down over a steep mountain road. In the time of tho Emperor Charles, the passago ovor tho Sonnwondstein into Italy was merely a footpath, but ho laid tho foundations of & carriage road which ids, d'WS.Utor, Mari* Theresa, completed, and during the present roign the wonderful viaduct for the railroad has boon raised like a spiral staircase, skirting tho mountain sides, from the valley of Schwarz enthal until it reaches the HIGHEST POINT OF THE BEHHERXNO PASS, On the Sloinnark frontier, and then descends into the picturesque town of Murzzuschlag The inn, Ezherzog Johaun, is situated on tho Styrian boundary line, near the brow of a precipice 3,000 feet above the Aus trian valloys of Glognitz, Rsichenau, and Schwarzenthal. An old colossal statue, repre senting Charles VL in robes of state, standing upon a gigantic baso where escutcheons and imperial insignia lie in carved heaps of confu sion, is placed at the entrance of a woodland pathway. This gentian fringed path leads on to Eymerhohe, a rocky pinnacle directly oppo site Sonnwendstein, and divided from tho par ent mountain by a narrow, deep ravine, formed by the action of glaciers centuries ago. Through pleasant beoch woods thickly car peted with ferns and alpeu violets, tho north ern slope of Eymorhohe is reached. Tho aw ful abyss ovor which it projects was frightful to gaze upon. To the right rose tho mighty rock walls of the Sonnwendstein, and an ex quisite alpeu valley, liko tho "vale in Moab s laud," lay peacefully dreaming in the soft Gorman dammerung. From tlio abyss 4,000 feet below, aroso misty vaporB tinged with violet and ro*o light from the sunset clouds, in tho wost. It was night, dark and stormy far down upon the earth beneath, but the mountain tops were aglow with the Alpen light which, Noiselessly as the twilight, Comes when the day is done. The rosy hue fades to purple, andthepnrple grew gray as tho stars sliono out in the deep bluo heavou. No sound was heard, save the low, sweet murmur of tho night wind in tlie forest trees, and tho far distant bells from tho shrine of Maria Schutz ringing the A.sgelus, which echoed through valley to mountain heights, bringing to memory thoughts of "rest eternal" far above the stars. All through the short summer night the travelers wauderod about tho woodlands, or rested in comfortable hammocks under the fragrant hemlocks of a grove beyond tho beech woods. Morning dawned rapidly. Very Boon after tho mid night bells had sounded from the convents ia the valleys, the deep gray clouds which had drawn down the evening twilight, lifted slowly from the circling hills, where pale white wreaths of mist flushed iuto hues of opal aud gold as the eastern heavons. flashed like a sea of j»sper in the glory of sunri-o. Tho valleys below were dark.no ray of sunlight fell on the "cities of the plain," but the Styrian mountains were blazing in sunshine, and tho mountain guides were proving their Alpen stocke, prepared for the travelers, by taking wondrous leaps from the rocks and mouutain brooks along the roadside. Breakfast over, tho tourists turned to the southwestern woodlands and entered the Migothi Steig to Piukerkogl, then due south, and crossing the gentian-covered meadows on the mountain side, they entered a wild woodland pathway among caverns of moss and gleus of fern-fringed rocks. Suddenly a turn in this pathway led to a broad terraced plateau, just opposite the magnificent Raxalpe, above and bey. nd which the glorious heights of the Schneeberg rose sparkling beneath a veil of diamond spray, failing from gray storm clouds, rolling rapidly upward. A deep ravine of pine forests lay between the plateau and the mighty Alpe, the fresh breeze of early morning from the heights of eternal snow blew sharply over the pine gulf boneath cloftd wreaths, like the smoke of an altar fire, rose from tho broad summit of this Austrian "Sinai the smoking mountain seemed there, tut the thunder roll was unheard, only a voice in the golden silence murmured these words of Goethe: ileber alien Gipfein ist Ruh. In alien Wipfeia spurest du, Iiiiuin einen Hauch Die Vogelein schwelgen im Walde,. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du aucli. Then, silently, thoughtfully the travelers turned from the dazzling grandeur of the scene, and downward over the Gletscherstein, blue geutiaus fringing their pathway, they went on ward through woodlands and fields of grain, beside mountain brooks sparkling in the morn ing sun, leaping in raiubow-crowned cascades toward that WONDROUS "CAUSEWAY OP GIANTS," the Atlitz Graben, the superb rock chasm of Austria. For 300 feet backward and upward the rock walls of this strange causeway ride in graceful slope. Tho Hochquelle, tlio river which supplies Vienna with water, has its rise in the Sonnweudstein, aud flowing down through this Naben beside the broad high road, enters the aqueduct beyond Glognitz. The rocks are thickly covered with blue gentians and a little white flower resembling edelweiss per fume of cyclamen and mountain pines filled the air. A few peasant hilts and two or three primitive saw mills are all that break the soli tude of this strange road. The ruius of Cas tle Klameu, dating from the tenth century, riso nearly midway between the Semmering entrance of the Atlitz Graben, and the little town of Schottwien at its termination. It takes four hours to walk leisurely down through this pass, but to examine well the natural beauties, to pause and note the ex quisite architectural grace of the Ruine, or to explore the mysterious subterrauoan passage in the side of the mountain upon which it is built, the entire day would not be too long. It is a strange sight, the gray old fortress springing from a rock so exactly the color of its stones that you cannot tell where the rock ends or the castle begins then, far above on the mountain side, the new viaduct winding through the Graben is seen, first on tho right, then on the left, its magnificent arches spanning profound abysses, and holding the mountains together as if they were giant beads which men had strung upon granite bands. Schottwien, famous in the history of the im perial house of Austria as having been the scene of an attempt to assassinate au emperor, is a small town built in the mountain gorge which terminates the natural causeway of the Atlitz Graben. The ohurch and shrine of Maria Schutz rise from the woodland hill that closes the upper part of the ravine or gorge in which the town is built It was near this spot that Leopold I, who had gone to Sohottwien to meet his bride. Marguerite Theresia, daughter of Philip IV. of Spain, ou her way from Italy to Vienna,, was attacked by three Hungarians, Zeing, Nadasdi, and Istvan Tokolo, who attempted to murder him. They were unsuccessful, for surrounded by tho im perial guards they were quickly captured and soon after put to death. Tho church dedicated to Marie, the protectress, and largely endowed by the Emperor Leopold, has become one of the principal shrines of lower Austria. A spring of icy cold water bubbles up under the hi^h altar, and although it possesses few med iciual qualities when •hemically anayized. its waters have effected many marvelous cures. Thetreasnre room of the church is filled with votive offerings from prince and peasant Crowds of pilgrims wend their way to this shriue during the- summer months, and the festival of tho Assumption of our Blessed Lady is observed with especial pomp. Just beyond the church is a moss-carpeted pino grove, which affords a refreshing resting place for weary pilgrims through stilrry summor days. Directly oppo site this woodland hillside is the Raxalpe, and Ruino Klamm on its own rocky pyramid. Tall pines aud conical spruce trees rise among the ruins the blue sky, and green fields of moun tain pastures beyond them gleam through the broken arches of tower and mighty Rittersaal, and away to tho north is tho glorious Schuee berg, with its snow-crowned peaks glittering above the clouds wreathing the mountain's side. A day in the Atlitz Graben, a day at Maria Schutz, and another day at Castle Wartenstein, oue of the summor residonces of the princely family of Liechtenstein, terminated the excursions in the Semmering Pass. At Payerbach the travelers took the Triest express onco more, and return ing to the heights of the Sonnwendstein, de scended into the valley of Murzzuschlag, on route for the Litoralo Adriatica, the sea coast which the good archduko of Austria, Mexico's unfortunate emperor, loved so well. The noxt morning found them at his best loved home, tho magical castle, mesmeric with memories of tho martyred Maximillian in whose heart aud from whoso lips was heard so often the word, "Miramar." OCTAVIA H«WR«T^ A Weakness tor Hats. London Echo: A man lias Just been convict ed at a Paris police court for stealing a hat from a cafe. It appears that it was his prac tice to go into a cafe bareheaded and come out with tho best hat he could lay his hand3 on. In this case ho had taken tho hat of a man who boasted that he had tho biggest head the city. At the prisoner's lodgings no less than forty-seven hats were discovered. Tho pris oner pleaded that he was absent-minded and had no head at all the judge thought ho had. too many hats for a man witu no head and gav him six months* imprisonment Remember Hop Bitters never does barm to tho smallest child, but good, always uid cou tinuftUy. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. How the Egyptians Conspire Against tbs Porte and the State—Iimall'a Schema aaA Its Results. Special Correspondence of the Pioneer Press. CONSTANTINOPLE, Oct 20.—As is generally kuown, when the late khedive of Egypt» Ismail, had reached tha period of life where men must, willingly or otherwise, think of A successor to their honors and possessions, b* conceived the idea of obtaining from the snU tan the right of succession for his eldest son. This was a bold stroke and worthy of the dd" scendant of Mehemet Ali. It was to inaugur ate a complete reversal of all the traditions and precedents of Turkish sovereign laws. Hitherto a departed sultan or khedive had been succeeded by his nephew or his brother, whichever happened to be the oldest The Turks always look upon the oldest members of a family as being its head, not as wo who look upon tho eldest of the eldest branch. Therefore the whole lina of brothers and that of nephews would hard to succeed to tho throne whether imperial or vice-regal, before the sous, if the last men tioned happened to be vounger than tho real Therefore Ismail could only look forward to being succeeded by Halim, who had system tically plotted against him and opposed hia policy." It was worth the trying, at least thought Ismail, and we shall see what circum stances i or mud his idea, and how well he timed his demand. Abdul Aziz, the then sultan, bad been much impressed by many things he had seen iu his European tour, and ha had returned to Constantinople witn the determination of altering many of the existing institutions of his country. Among other tilings he determined forcibly, if ha could not otherwise succed, to obtain an altera tion iu the laws of Ottoman succession. Tha opposition he had to enconuter was immense, so great in fact that he never succeeded, and there is little doubt that many iooked favor ably upon liis deposition because they feared the spirit that was rampant with him, namely: to indiscriminately upset some of tho OLDEST PLINCIPLE3 OF TURKISH SOVEREIGNTY1. Ismail knew, through his Constanti nople spies, of the intrigue the sultan was carrying on especially with the "Moliahs," and also knowing that" the sultan would be glad to have a precedent for what ht was medi tating, and being aware of the great scarcity of money in the capital of the caliphs, he, by a most gigantic bribe, probably tue largest of modern times, obtained a decree appointing his BOH, instead of Halim, his successor. The time chosen and the bribe given sett.el the question. Had Abdul Aziz lived he too would have obtained a reversion of the order of suc cession, especially as he was working hia hardest, by eurroundinz him with harlots and debauchees, to make his nephew, Murad 'after ward Muraa V.), the besotted animal he eventuailv proved to be. The success of Ismail's scheme waB soon followed by a decree for the banishment from Egypt of Halim Pasha. This was also a bold step, worthy of Ismail, who, rascal though he was, had a far greater amount of courage than usu ally falls to the lot of Oriental sovereigns. It was a bold step, because Halim's mother had been an Arab woman, and the clanni-h feeling amongst the Bedouins was greatly to be feared. Ismail had on a previous occasion seen the effects of this feeling. Halim bad an estate called the Shubra, which Ismail had long regarded as his Nabotli's vineyard, and he took steps to confiscate it But on the morning after his intention had become known he waB informed that the Shubra had been oc cupied during the night by nearly 10,000 armed Bedouins, who would not leave nor be appeased until they had obtained a promise that Halim should be left in ftwl pos sess-on of his property. However, Halim was exiled to Constantinople,where he has since re mained with the exception of a few months spent in France and England. He had im mense estates in Egypt wuich were left to him, aud he had also amassed a considerable for tune, so that exile was not really so very hard for him. It is of him that we shall specially speak. EE IS THE SON OF MEHEMET ALI and therefore an uncle of the ex-kheaive. Over fifty years o£ age, he has since his retirement from"E.'ypt lived the life of all thwarted Orientals", intriguing with all parties whatever their object, with the sole idea of advancing his individual inter est Arabi was no stranger to his power of intrinue and money persuasion, and suc cessive Ottoman ministers have been coquetted with by him. The declared enemy of France, he is the secret enemy of England, who from tho beginning looked upon him in hia true light, tuat of au adventurer with neither cour age njr principles, and a spandthrift lavishing his weaith upon concubines and luxurious modes of passing away his days. He sees plainly that the old country has finally and most absolutely nowshuthim'outof ail chances of becoming khedive, aud it will be readily understood that his love for her is now proportioned to his chances of sover eignty. He has made the viliage of Roum elli Hi?sar his home, and I must credit him with being selected a lovely spot He is gradually accumulating a large property in this and the neighboring village aud will succeed to a deal more on tho demise of his sister Zeiueb Hanoum, the wife of Kiamel Pasha, deceased. This Kiamel, during tne re volt of Mehemet Ali, STOLE *T.T, THE EGYPTIAN PAPERS from the archives of the Porte and fled to Egypt. Mehemet Ali paid hiia by giving him his'daughter in marriage, and wht n peace was made between Mehemet Ali and the Porto it was stipulated that Kiamel should be allowed to return to Constantinople and to enjoy his ease there, which he did to such purpose that he left on his decease one of the loveliest es tates on the Bosphorua to his wife, with re version to Halim. Halim has ostensibly one wife with issue, two sons and a daughter, the latter-mentioned gracc-d with alL the loveliness of a Paul de Kock French education. The eons are harm less animals as yet Besides the wife, how ever, the pasha has a large estaolishment of concubines and harlots, who serve the double purpose of being for him a recreation and for the neighborhood a standing scandal. He is deeply in debt, and well fleeced by eunuchs and women, and the innumerable "camp followers" of a pasha's establishment Out wardly a polished gentleman, with a good French pronunciatiatiou, he is at heart as f:ilse and wicked as the sultan who jnstnow favors him so highly, having looked upon him as probably a possibly necessary substitute for for Tetik, the present khedive. Halim has a large amount of money in English, French and Egyptian stock aud would bo fully able to cover hia expenses if he lived as a reasouable man. It was greatly the fear that he would spend the people's money as ho spent his own that niado him unpopular with the people of Cairo, aud they are iortunate to have escaped him. Thoy are also fortunate iu their present ruler, as a man with one wifo and a respecter of ti o rights of tho people. One of Halim's spies, Niuet, a Swiss, was the right hand of Arabi aud it may yet transpire that Halim so little gauged Arabi's real intentions as to be lieve that if he got the upper hand in Esypt he would declare him, Halim, khedive. It is well that such a schemer should be shat dowu to tho narrow and fixed limits of the Bosphorus, for there is no knowing how much harm ho might cause should time aud place afford tho chance. It may bo claimed that he has beeu robbed of a birthright, but no one has yet claimed for him that ho is iu any way worthy to exercise that right aud enjov ita honors. WM. JEW, JR. A Flood of Wedded Bliss. Washington Star: The city is full of brides^ There hasn't been for several years soeh a flood of newly-weddedi bliss poured into the city at one time, aud the Capital City may be said to be wreathed in smiles. There is noth ing mean about a yaung couple on a wedding tour. They aro happy, and they want every body else to bo happy. As a rule they go sight-seeing ineaely as a matter of form, aud wheu a guide got a. a youug married couple in tow lio has whM is technically known among the fraternity ae a "soft snap." The guide, if he has had e'jperience with these kind of visit ors, very so'ju. finds a comf ortablo seat in some quiet place mil asks them to wait until he goes for permifjeion to enter acertaiu room or build ing. Thf* jjuido takes his doparture, aud know ing that, lie would not be missed for five or six hor js, embraces tho opportunity to attend the frjaa-ral of a friend or plays cards with other guides who liavo also bridal couples in tow, »nd in the latter part of tho day makes his appearanco before his employers, whom he firjfls seatod in the same place, apparently hav ing forgotten his existence. When he apolo gises for tho delay ho is smilingly told that he was not very lone away, and so the sight-seeing is resumed. The bridal couples scatter liappi-v ness around them wherever ihey go, and aw thero aro about forty couples now iu the city, the amount of happiness that is now being diffused in the community can readily be cal culated. It has in fact assumed such propor tions that no doubt lr. llaff will soon designate it aa a bU8iUQss, and levy a special liccnso ias.