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If wo could know Which of us , 'darling , would be first to go , Who would be first to breast the swelling . tide , And step alone upon the other side If we could know I f , If it were you , Should I Walk softlyy keeping death in view ? Should I my love to youmore oft express ? Or should I grieve you , darling , any less ; If it were I ? If it were I , 8houd ] I improve the moments slipped by ? Should I more closely follow God's great plan , Be filled with sweeter charity to man . , - k- If it were I ? If we could know ? We'cannot , darling , and 'tis better so. I should iorget , Just as I do to-day , And walk along the same old stumbling way- It I could know. 1 would not know Which of us , darling , wi'l be first to go. 1 only wish the space may not be long Between the parting and the greeting song ; But when , or whore , or how we're called to go * J. would not know. OPHELIA. "Now , remember , Lord Grayton , " said the doctor solemnly , "all I told you. Yeu are very welcome to come to our ball , though as a rule , we only ask a certain set of wise men and maid ens who know our ways and their ways. Still , you are good-looking , humorous and cherry , and if you are sensible you can enjoy yourself , and , maybe , do them a world of good. I believe in electricity as a curative agent not the quack nonsense of belts and chains and musical boxes , that only shake the nerve centres , but the real electricity of animal spirits , the tonic of good health. " "I shall do exactly as I am bid , " said Lord Grayton , a handsome , florid , muscular young man , strong as a horse , buoyant as a balloon , just back . after a self-imposed exile of .five , years in India with the big game. "Are you quite sure of that ? " said the doctor , grimly ; "the rule is simple. Be civil and don't contradict. If old Crackton asks you to play chess , play. He's a good player , and will beat you fairly if ie can ; if he can't he'll make a false move and call 'checkmate"and you must resigji. If poor Snobly thinks ' you are the prfnce , and 'Sirs' you all over the place , and throws out hints about being asked to Sandringham ; if you are asked to listen to the chiming clock in Baker's interiors , or to avoid some one else because he's glass and might break , you must do your best to be courteous to them all , and on no ac- bounfc laugh at their fancies. " ' "Sounds rather jumpy. And "the ladies ? " * * "I'll ' see to tha'tVnd introduce you to the nicest , and tell you what to avoid speaking about. Tne men will make the talking for themselves ; the women don't talk-much.-1 " I . And "Sign-of insanity , suppose. what-am I to talk about ? " "Everything save some one thing the empress of Austria , or the stage , or white roses , or Mr. Mallock , or black stockings. I'll give you the cue never fear ; only it may happen that one of them will ask you to dance , and * then you must steer as best you can talk society or art on chance. My own girls and their friends get on famously with the male patients , and you must be off and dress ; nine sharp , mind , as they all go to bed at midnight. " Gray had many strange adventures that evening as he strolled about the pretty ball-room of the Copswood pri vate asylum. He was duly defeated at chess by the venerable Crackton , who deliberately slid back a captured queen on the board , and performed prodigies of valor with her. He sympathized with the gentleman who had swallowed a crocodile , and he noticed the , pale , cadaverous man who amused himself by cojanting the lights on each side of the room and singing softly to himself , "Sorry I can't admit it , sorry I can't admit it. " He had been an acrostic editor once upon a time. He noticed the fussy little man with a pale-blue shaven lace , who wanted to stage man age the sixteen Lancers , and who piteously entreated the dancers to "go back over aU that again , please , and try and get it crisper ; " and the erratic journalist who wrote paragraphs on his shut cuffs , and many other strange folks that passed by in the motley pa geant of unsettled reason. "There's King Lear , " whispered the doctor , as a very foolish , fond'old man , fourscore and upwards , passed them of " ' ' " " muttering "Brighton'sA's ; "you know who he was ? " and he whispered a name in Grayfpn's ear that made that nobleman whistle softly. "And are there any Ophelias , whose young maid's wits should be as mortal as an old man's life ? " asked Grayton , showing that he knew his shakespereas well as the doctor. "Yes , but we keep their secrets. Now go and dance ; " and the doctor took King Lear off for a cup of coffee. So there were Ophelies here ! More like Audreys , he thought , as he watch ed some rather uncouth gamboling in the corner : His eyes wandered round the room , and at last rested on a face. It was an exquisite oval face , some what sad and wistful in expression , of that rare delicate olive' color one sees in the South , with skin of so fine a texture'that the red flush springs up through the vein-tracery at a moment's excitement ; the large brown eyes were soft and dreamy , the chiselled mouth was'ESIf-parTea , and' the dark brown hair , looking black as night , was worn Greek fashion , close to the head , sweep ing in undulating lines past the tiny rose-tipped ears. She was seated on a low sofaj carelessly clasping one knee with both hands. She wore a simple white frock , just .mysteriously frilled round the little white'column of a throat , and a great black-red rose nes tled in her breast. One little high- arched , foot , in peach-netted silk , kept swinging to the music. No one seemed to talk'to her except the doctor , who emiled pleasantly as he passed her and said something to which she answered with a , nod. < . . . "Ophelia at last,1' said Grayton to himself : and in melancholy Vein he wished he were Hamlet and could lie at her feet and watch the play. "Poor .Ophelia ! divided from herself and her fair judgment ! " ( the quotation was irresistible , ) " 'I wonder what sent her here some brute of a man , or a soldier-lover killed atKassassin. Gra cious ! I hope this -terrible Meg Mer- rides is not going to ask me to dance ! " and he moved away , as'he saw a wild- eyed woman * bearing "down upon him , to a seat somewhat nearer the pale girl with the black-red rose. ' ' ' For a time lie watched her ; then he tried to magnetize her. At last their eyes met ; he stared her full in the face. She never , shrank from his look , only a sort of pitying light seemed to glow in the sorrowful eyes. A moment passed , and then she rose quietly and with per fect self-possessed grace walked over to him to his intense astonishment sat down quietly by his side , and said in a soft musical voice : "You seem sad to-rj . jmsorry. " For a moment he > . .M. . igue-tied ; then he recollected hiainrti .tions and and pulled himself to'-0 * * " ' "Well , I think I was sad because you were looking sad. " "Was IP I suppose I always do then. Of course , being here naturally makes one feel sad. But we won't talk of that , " she added quickly. "Do you care for dancing ? I'll dance with you , if you like. " "Dance ? with you ? " "O yes , if you like ; many of the others dance , you know. " "How calmly she seems to recognize her state ! " thought Grayton , as he stood up and passed his arm round poor'Ophelia's waist , wondering how she would "jig and amble. " They were playing the "Dream-Faces , " and as they swung in undulating rhymth to the pretty song he felt that few slips of sane seventeen could come up to her. "That's " said the doctor right , , en couragingly ; "set a good example. " "Means 1 am to be a tonic , I suppose , " thought Grayton ; so he carried off Ophelia for an ice. "There now , there's a spoon and a wafer ; now you feel comfortable , don't you ? Isn't that a loyely waltz ? " "Yes , I'm fond of 'Dream-Faces ; ' the people one'meets in dreams are gen erally vastly nicer than the real folk. I have many dream friends. " "Have you ? " she said looking amused ; "tell me of them. " "Well , you know , I think I'm mar ? ried to a dream wife just like Gilbert's Princess Tote , you know , with her dream husbadd. And she comes to me sometimes a'ud scolds me if I've done anything wrong in the day ; and , some times she's very loving and 'sometimes she's cross and doesn't come near me for weeks. " He felt as if he was telling a fairy tale to a child. "How charming ! Do tell me more of her. Is she beautiful1 What is she ' * ' like ? " ' . The fanciful conceit seemed to amuse her , so he went on drawing pictures of an ideal woman ; then growing uncon sciously eloquent , he burst out , "Ah , if one could only mee her alive , what a wife she would make ! A very second self , aiding , sympathizing , helping , loving at once the cheeriest of chums and the most idolized of idols. " She had flushed a little as he spoke , but she went on. "What a pretty pic ture ! Where did you get your pretty thoughts about marriage ? " "I suppose my dream-girl taught me. " "Is she pretty ? " Grayton wondered if a deliberate bare-faced compliment would be a tonic for a lunatic. Yes , beautiful. She , has large brown eyes , wonderful hair , a low voice , an olive oval face , she dances superbly , and she wears a black-red rose in her white dress. " Ophelia looked a little frightened. "Forgive me , I didn't mean to be rude , but she is really , you are not angry with me ? " and he laid his hand gently on hers. "Oh , no , " and then there was a pause. "Come , let me show you some pic tures ; I'm something of an artist my self ; " and she led him into a long gal lery , and talked art so sensibly and sympathetically that here , at all events he felt there was a very pleasant meth od in her madness. "Talking art" is a recognized method of interchanging sympathies. He was no bad judge of a picture ; but he preferred to affect ignorance , and asked the stupidest questions sim ply for the pleasure of hearing her talk. There was a kind of innocent dignity about her that fascinated -him. She was more like a Vestal virgin than a Bacchante. So the evening passed all too quickly till he suddenly bethought himself that there was an important division in the. Lord's that night , and that he was botufd'to be aT "not - con tent" before the clock struck.'eleven , and after that he was due at Lady Con- gleton's dance. "Must you go away ? " she said , "why. ? " "Well , you see , I'm one of those much abused people that the radicals call hereditary legislators , and I am not abolished yet ; I must be in our House at eleven. ? ' Of course she could not have under stood a woid he said , for she mur mured to herself , -"Poor fellow ! so young too ! " He rose and held out his hand. "Good night ; thank you for a very charming evening. " "Gooo night , " said Ophelia tenderly. "I should like a little memory of this meeting ; will you give me that rose ? I've been longing for it all the even ing ? " "Of course I will ; why didn't you ask for it before ! " and she took it from her dress and fastened it in his coat. " 1 shall see you again ; there will be another dance here soon. How is it that I never saw you dance before at one ? " : "This is my first dance here , ! ' he said gravely. Why is it that Ophelia's .eyes sud denly filled withtears- couldn't un derstand , but she left him with a quiet bow and went back to the dancing room. * "You've been enjoying yourself , I see , " said the doctor , as Grayton came to say good-bye , "though I must say it was rather selfish of both of you. " "Selfish ! why , I did all I could for her , poor , dear girl ! " "Poor ! why , my dear Lord Gray- ton , she has six thousand , a year of her own ! " "Dear mo ! and what is done with it ? " "She does what she likes with it ; she helps all the charities , and she helps me and Copswood in particular , and she generally does a lot of good to our poor people picks up some one she takes a fancy to , and cheers him up a bit. She's one of my best tonics , and this is the first time 1 have noticed that she never danced once with a patient ; that was your fault , you know. " "Good gracious ! then she isn't a a patient herself ? " The doctor laughed till tears rolled down his jolly face. " .Bless my heart , no ! That's Lady Mary Pettigrow , daughter of old Lord Polonius , and she's just one of the cleverest and sweet est girls in the world. I thought you knew her. " "Not ! She came over and spoke to me , and " "I see it all took you for a patient ? 0 this is too lovely , " and the doctor was positively boisterous in his merri ment. Grayton bolted to the house , and having duly recorded his vote against the bill sent from commons for chloro forming grouse instead of shooting them , betook himself in a strange state of bewilderment to Lady Conglenton's. His hostess welcomed lum warmly , like the prodigal that he was , and insisted upon introducing him to some one in whom she seemed to have special in terest. "Really a delightful girl , Lord'Gray- ton , quite after your own heart , de voted to art and philanthropy , you know. " Grayton was too full of 'thought to protest , so submitted meekly. What were girls to him just then ? He was thinking over Copswood as his hostess took his arm and they set out on a pil grimage. "Ah , here she is ! Lady Mary Petti- grew , Lord Grayton. I'm sure you two will get along capitally , " and her lady ship was off , leaving Grayton staring vaguely at his fascinating lunatic. Lady Mary could hardly supj resa a scream as she turned her heed and blushed as deep as the rose he aiill wore in his button hole. "How how did you get out ? " she asked awkwardly. "I never was in , Lady Mary , the fact is , I'm afraid there has been a lit tle mistake on both sides. I only found out from the doctor as I left that you weren't a " She put her feathery fan up with a warning "Hush ! " and then said , ' 'What Drought you there ? ' ' " and ? " "Curiosity ; you "I often go there and try to do some good. I cheer them sometimes , but to night ! O , how wrong and stuoid of me ! " There was a little pause as he looked at her with his frank , kindly eyes. "Let us forget and forgive , Lady ; Mary ; after all you were good to poor Hamlet. " "And yod were very nice and kind to foolish Ophelia. 'Listen ! there's the 'Dream Faces' again ; let us see if we can dance it in our right minds , " she said , as she rose with a nervous smile quivering in the corners of her lips. And so it happened that in a month they both came to their right minds and the doctor was at the wedding. Imitating the Dear Men. Clara Bell's Letter In Cincinnati Enquirer. The New York girl is trying once more to be a little man. She has these spells periodically , and sometimes with considerable violence. The outbreak showed itself this time during the spring , and now with the advent of summer , seems likely to rage as never before. My opinion is that it all comes of equestrianism. The trousers which she wears under the skirt of her riding habit make her feel masculine , and she has an uncontrollable desire to extend the manliness of costume into things visible. Her bosom swells with pride just now under men's neckwear. Flat scarfs of light-colored silk , with a scarf pin stuck in them , "dickeys" of plait ed cambric , with standing collars , and arrangements of folded pique are il lustrations. The vests of satins , bro cades and leather now so fashionable , the gloves of heavy embroider ed leather , the fancy for silk and colored handkerchiefs , and even the return of linen cuffs , may be counted as expressions of the mania. Linen collars are still high and tight around the neck. The cuffs corre spond. Many of these are of colored linen. Young ladies incline much to dog collars of ribbon , tied in front and fastened by two or four gold pins with heads of tiny Bowers or insects. Stand ing collars are either buttoned with a single button in front or tied with nar row ribbon , passing through two but ton holes. Some also have corners turned over slightly. This last style is attached to a small chemisette when the form of the dress requires it. Col lars of colored percale and of pique , in white and colors , are also liked. The "jaquette gentleman" is much wore. It is of corduroy or of beige cloth. The front closes by means of a single row of buttons , and fall loose without darts or small side pieces ; the back is very short and almost tight-fitting. Around the basque is a hem about one inch and a half deep against which is sewed a second end basque hemmed in the same way and falling below the upper one to about the depth of the hem. This jacket is worn over skirts of coarse fabric as well as over elegant lace ones. The silk hat and the jockey cap have long been in use for equestrian purposes. Canada Bidding for the Cattle Trade. On behalf of the cattle ranches of Montana the Canadian Pacific railway au thorities presented to the minister of cus toms , at Ottawa , the propriety of allowing cattle of the western states to be carried through Canadian territory hi bond for ex port. The Montana ranches propose en tering the stock at Fort Walsh , driving them to the Canadian Pacific railway for shipment. The effect will be to make Mont real the cattle market of Montana and other western states The minister agreed to a relaxation of customs regulations so as to bring this trade to Canadian ports. SUMMER DA.YS. The summer days have come , dear , I'll tell you how I know , Amidst the dandelloned grass White heads begin to show. And as I sat with book Intent Last night it cune to pass A big June beetle came to warm His feet beside my gas. He dropped down in a shrivelled hea'p , I stabbed him with my pen , And laid a book upon his corpse Toll old him down , and tben I turned to write a letter To friend "about " a my age , And ere my first apology Was half way down the page Pall twenty bugs came down to see What kept their comrade so ; They lifted up "Poetic Gems" And brought him forth , and lo ! He straightened out his broken legs , Unfurled his singed wing * , Humped up his flattened back and struck The strain the June bug sings. Then sang they all about my ears , ' And drove mu from my room , And by these presents do I know The summer days have come. THE ART OF KEEPING COOL. IJegBona Learned From Jdtfe in a Ho Country How to Dregs , Dine , Drink and Avoid Overheat. It may seem surprising , yet it is none the less true , that the nrt of keeping cool is understood in Cuba a hundred times better than here. The very firs' ' thing that strikes us when we get to Cuba is that all humanity seems to be bent upon keeping cool , and everything is directed to that end. We strangers in our cloth garments are the only ones who are hot there. The natives look as cool as they feel. They look pic turesquely cool. They wear suits of linen , of thin silk , of light weight duck or drill , with light low-cut shoes , silk or Lisle-thread hose and undergar ments ; hatsmadeoffinestraworgrass , that do not appear to weigh an ounce. I cannot give to a gentleman a clearer idea of how cool they must feel than ' by saying that there is'not such a thing to be had in Cuba as a shirt with a sep arate collar. You saj ? that such suits of clothing as I describe , when we see them , look unshapely and even un sightly. So they do ; because our tail ors do not seem to know how to make them and our laundresses starch them too stiff. Experience and practice would overcome that. Havana is a very dressy and fashion-fearing city. The tailors make those thin garments as stylishly and as shapely as our suits. The women there do not dress so veryo unlike our own women ; that is to say" that American ladies dress more sensi bly hi summer than American men do. In both countries the result is reached by lessening ths number and weight of undergarments and donning summer silks or other almost gossamer goods for outer wear. The Cubans-have a hot weather way 'of managing their business affairs. Let no one run away with the idea that business in Havana does not amount to much. Havana has long been one of the great seaports and commercial cen ters of the world , the head of the sugar and tobacco trades , and the seat of an immense miscellaneous shipping indus try. There are as many men and firms as busilyengaged in looking fortunes there as everywhere else. To begin with , the business houses are built to provide coolness by means of shade and air. They are more open than what we call an "open car , " yet can be closed as tight as any Wall street bank. It is delightful to visit them. It is amazing to see how coal the men at work in them all keep themselves. The merchants and clerks quit their beds at .5:30 o'clock , perhaps earlier , enjoy a bath , dress in a leisurely way , take cof fee , and reach their counters and desks by 6:30 o'clock. It is cool at that time in the streets , and they are not half as exhausted when they begin work as we are. At 10:30 or 11 o'clock , under a sunshade or in a car or cab , they go home again to breakfast. Nothing short of the explosion of a magazine , which made them forget themselves a few weeks ago , could in duce a man or boy among them to hur ry. The only two hasty or excited movements 1 saw in Cuba were on the part of a young woman and a boy. The young woman was a ballet dancer in a cool open-air theatre , and was engaged in tee-to-tum movements , lasting only a few minutes each night , for a high salary. The boy actually ran in the open sunshine but then he had stolen a sugar cane in the market and was afraid he would be caught. Nobody ran after him , you may be sure. On the way to breakfast the Havana merchant and clerk do not drink three beers and a cocktail , and at breakfast they do not demolish a heavy beefsteak or plate of chops , or of liver and bacon , as we do the year round. On the contrary , they are very partial to fruit ; fish , boiled , broiled or baked ; broiled poultry or small birds , salads , omelets , oatmeal or rice , wine" thinned down with seltzer ; coffee or tea. They take it easy at the table ! At 4:30 or 5 o'clock , when the heat of the day is past and the delightful , cool hours of evening are at hand , the merchant and the clerk close the busi ness places ( all but the little retail stores ) , and go home , or to the restaur ant for dinner. And do they eat the solid meat , the stews , the gravies , the Suddings and pies of our bills of fare in uly in New York ? Oh , noJ They wish to be cool and healthy and com fortable. They suck the juice of an orange or two and take a little thin broth or consomme soup , a little wine thinned down with cold seltzer or wa ter , some nice fresh fish , broiled bird of some kind and salad , or a slice of some sort of meat , well done , and then guava paste , or jelly , or fruit and cheese and coffee. ( I admit that the sweetmeats and cheese are bad and there is too much coffee but no one is perfect. ) At night comes the recreation ; the billiards , cards , cigars , theatres , parties , carriage rides , promenades , idle hours in the parks listening to the music of a band , courtship , companionship , so ciability. At 10 o'clock or 11 , coffee and bed'for some , bed without coffee for others. But do they not drink , you ask. Yes , indeed. They are addicted to soda water , lemonade , cocoanut water , lime-onade , tamarind water , mineral waters and all other beverages that cool the body by cooling the blood , and that are slightly laxative. Among strong drinks , Vermouth is popular , Spanish wines and French clarets are in demand , and the laboring people drink gin. Note the nature of these drinks , you who understand the sub ject. There is reason in all of them. All except brandy. I forgot that. At night , in the cafes , I saw several per sons drink brandy. This is contrary to anything else they do. It is most un wise. wise.There There are many hints in the above observations of life under a general urning sun. Dress for the season. It can be done here as well as there and as safely , for the nights are cooler there. Besides , one can put on a heavier coat at night , if need be. Keep out of the sun. Carry a sun umbrella. Don't hurry. Nothing is gained by it. The Graces of Mental Culture. Graces that are the most permanent and attractive are those of the mind. Delicacy , sweetness , good sense and sensibility , beaming from the eyes , giv ing a kind and genial expression to the countenance , more than compensate for any irregularity or plainness of features , and sooner excite admiration and love in a really sensitive heart than the best formed face and finest complexional - plexional hue , wanting intellectual ex pression , and giving no indications of kind and benevolent emotions. Nature must , of course , give the germ of these enobling qualities , bu by no other means are they so effectu ally called forth and improved as by the cultivation of the mind and the ac- uisition of a purely literary taste by he judicious reading of properly se lected books. Even as a sculp tor give expression and beauty to the rude un- shapen block of marble , so mental cul ture , readily acquired by reading and studying methodical books wisely se lected , gives a pleasing expression and attractiveness to the countenance , and grace and loveliness to the demeanor In one's intercourse with the world , he cannot fail to feel that the absence of an intellectual expression often mars the beauty and renders unattractive those who have naturally well-formed faces and symmetrical figures. The natural passions of such are usually un der no control , and consequently often give to the eyes an envious or disdain ful , if not an artful look , repugnant to friendly feelings and repellant to social intercourse. Whenever the face gives no indication of intelligence , whatever external beauty it may possess and however symmetrical may be its form and features , though it makes a good model for an artist , perfect to the eye , yet it will not excite the higher emo tions of the mind , nor make a deep or favorable impression on the beholder. The Ruined City in Arizona. Boston Journal. The ruined cliff-city discovered in Arizona la'st summ'er occupied the sides of a canyon which has been christened Walnut Canyon. It is an immense fis sure in the earth , with nothing above the general level of the country to in dicate its existence to the traveler until he stands upon the sides of its almost precipitous brink. The sides have been drilled by storms and torrents , leaving shallow , cave-like places of great length at different heights , along the bottom of which , where the ledge furnishes a sufficient area , dwellings in groups or singly built. The village was about three-quarters of a mile in length , and consisted of a single row of houses , the common rear walFbeingthe living rock , while the sides and front were of large square stones laid in clay. A narrow street or path extended alon ° ; the front. Similar villages extended along the canyon for a distance of five miles. Although many domestic implements were found , nothing was discovered which indicated the character of the people which once inhabited them. There were no weapons of war , tem ples or idols , hieroglyphics or pictures Ihere was nothing to identify them svith the uncivilized races of the pres- snt day , and though the wide extent of the ruins indicate the existence once of illied races covering large portions of the present territories of Arizona , New Mexico and Utah , as well as Northern Mexico , their origin and theory con stitute an unsolved problem. Four hundred years ago , when first discov ered , they were , as now , vacant and mined. English Song Writing. ithenaenm. Witheut going so" far as to say that 10 man is a poet who cannot write a ; oed song , it may certainly be said that 30 man can write a good song who islet lot a good poet. Heartiness and nelody the two _ requisites of a song ivhich can never be dispensed with jan rarely be compassed , it seems , by me and the same individual. In both ihese qualities the Elizabethian poets stand pre-eminent , though even with ihem the melody is not so singable as night be made. Among the more jrominent poets of our time , Mr. Browning , though he has heartiness in plenty , betrays a love of rugged con sonantal effects such as would always prevent him from writing first-rate iongs. Here , indeed , is the crowning Ufliculty of song writers. An extreme limplicity of structure and of diction nust be accompanied by an instinctive ipprehension of the melodic capabili- ies of verbal songs and of what Samuel Ltover , the Irish song-writer , called 'singing" words , which is rare in this iountry , and which seems to belong to ihe Celtic rather than to the Saxon sar. "The song-writer , " says Lover , 'must frame his song of open vowels , vith as few gutteral or hissing sounds is possible , and he must be content iometimes to sacrifice grandeur and rigor to the necessity of selecting sing- ng words and not reading words. " The governor of Bohemia lately for- jade the Pan-Germanic Association of liVamsdorf to sing at its meetings the 'Wacht am Rhein. " It appealed to he Minister of the Interior , who said hat "in view of the existing political ituatipn he could not regard the song is seditious' " SEEING HEII1. rr r Robert Laird Collier Taken a Peep at it la Bofton Herald. One of the most distinguished men of letters said to mo one jaigtit as we came from the theatre together , "Would you like to ECO hell ? " I re- , "I wouldn't mind if not for tocT Elied a time. " So we went at midnight to the corner of Regent street and Pic cadilly circus , and A say "helL" All the orthodox preaching I over hoard never so influenced mo in an endeavor to shun this abode of demons and dev ils , "where the worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched. " At the drinking bars' , men a'nd 'youths lounge and drink and get drunk. Men and women pile into "four wheelers" and * 'two wheel ers" together , not a few of them sadly inebriated and off. they go. Hun dreds of boys and girls , in filth and rags , are on the streets , some selling papers , and some flowers , and some matches , and all ready to run for a caber or to open e cab door fora penny. To ward G o'clock p. m. the newsboys and boot-blacks swarm everywhere. They are commonly poorly clad , but are al ways civil. As the night gets late many will plead with you for a penny , tell ing .you they have not got their night's lodging. For a penny you can nave your boots cleaned , for a penny buy a bouquet of flowers , for a penny get a box of wax matches , indeed it is hard to say what one may not get on the Strand for a penny. About one o'clock in the morning one begins to see the coffee stands , the mussel stands and the potato carts taking up position at certain well-known corners. Here , too , one can get a cup of coffee , a saucer of milk , or two beautiful mealy pota toes for a penny. I cannot in the least understand why it is , but the police will not permit the potato carts to stand long in one spot. These carts are on two wheels , and have a tin oven , with charcoal fire underneath , and one can get a potato nice and hot , say , from midnight till daybreak. During : the night time the constables compel the "cabbies" to keep on the move , and the only interference with the groups of noisy men , women and chil dren is the unceasing phrase of the "bobbies , " ' -Move on ! " "Move on ! " Move on ! " This warm , bright May day the" Strand is crowded , almost impassably crowded. The 'basses are crammed inside and out. The top of the 'bus is the favorite place for men , and is get ting to be for women , and is the very best seat from which to see London. 'Bus fares are very , very , very cheap. One can ride now from Charing Cross to Regent circus for a penny , and from the Bank to Charing Cross for a penny. Packed full is the Strand to-day. Lon don never could have been fuller. I have strolled by day and by night in this most living : thoroughfare on the face of the earth. Its life rejoices my heart. There is much to give hope and nspire the heart. The evil is painful. But the evil will pass away. Only the good can live on. Wisdom and right eousness will survive. SHOOTING THE CASCADE RAPIDS. * The Perilous Run of a Little Steamer _ . Among : the Rocks of the Columbia. Portland News. The Gold Dust , a staunch and trim little steamer , successfully ran the rap ids at the Cascades of the Columbia yesterday morning. There were five persons aboard. The Gold Dust was built in Portland some five years ago. She is eighty-five feet in length , with a twelve-foot beam , and has a draft of six feet , light. For a year or two she ran as an independent boat between this city and Vancouver , then she was taken to the Columbia river to run be tween the Cascades and the Dalles. The owners had to cut the boat in two and haul the sections with beams around the Cascades rapids. Lately her owners concluded to return the boat to service on the Willamette river. "It was a mighty ticklish job to run the rapids , " said Engineer St. Martin to a News reporter last evening as he was enjoying a smoke in the engine room of the Gold Dust , snugly moored * at Ham , Taylor & Co.'s dock. "I've been on the water for over fifteen years , and it was the hottest time I've experi enced. We started from the Upper Cascades at 8:30 in the morning , and at once shot into the seething waters in the channel , close to the Washington side. We shot through the rapids , fully 300 feet in length , like an arrow. It didn't seem to me to take us half a minute. The water was very rough , the rnad waves dashing us to and fro. This channel is less than 100 feed wide , with savage rocks on both sides. Owing to the high water these rocks are some * six feet under water , and this fact made it more dangerous. Twice in the rapid voyage i thought we were gen ers. The waves dashed against the boat viciously , knocking in 'the lights in the engine room and pouring a vol ume of water into the engine room. I was drenched to the skin and so were the others. "Once out of the main rapids we had smooth sailing. We made'the trip from the Upper Cascades to the Lower Cascades , some six miles , in about as many minutes. The Oregon shore was lined with spectators , mostly govern ment employes , and they gave us a round of hearty cheers as we safely rode through the rapids. One such a trip will do a man a lifetime. " Setting a Broken Neck. Portland Transcript. The latest triumph of modern sur gery is the repair of a Boston woman who hod fallen seventy feet and broken tier neck. The neck was broken just is the neck of culprits who are hanged an the gallows namely , by dislocation jf the vertebra. Fortunately the spi nal marrow was not injured , or the re pairs could not have been made. Hav ing chloroformed the poor woman , the surgeons had the pleasure of hearing ; he bones and ligaments snap as they forced the displaced vertebrae into proper position. The woman , on iwaking , seemed to think that her head iad come off and that it had been put m crooked. The operation suggests a. lew field of experiment on bodies of executed criminals.