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fob the agriculturist.
Over the sea is a castle fair,
Builded by me in a kingdom rare ;
Its towers of gold are bright on high,
Its flags unfold to the azuxe skv.
There Summer smiles mid her fondest
And songsters warble their teuder lays;
Never by poet’s eye was seen
Fairer castle than mine, I ween.
i ts beauty beams thro’ the dusk of night
its clorv gleams in the morning light,
The sea rolls by with a joyons song.
And zephyrs sigh its bowers among;
Violets bloom in beanty there.
And sweetest odors perfume the air:
Never by poet’s eye was seen
Fairer vision than mine, I ween.
Over the hills when the sun is low,
Over the rills as they dancing flow,
The clouds delay on their crimson track
While beauteous day looks fondly back.
<• T, 0 i a u is well with the castle grand,"
Cbimeth a bell thro’ the charmed land;
Never to poet’s spirit came
Sweeter music ’neatli evening s flame.
The years go by with their storm and
shine, ,
But never an eye save only nine
Hath seen the light on that castle fall,
Or marked the height of its ivied wall;
The hurrying hosts of life beyond
Ne’er mar tne peace of my region fond;
Angels, singing in Paradise,
Find ye visions of fairer guise T
Over the sea to the castle fair,
Builded by ine in a kingdom raTe,
My hope doth turu thro’ the weary
years, . ... .. . ,
Mv soul doth yearn thro’ its gnef and
Therekhine the jewels 1 of price untold
That never tarnish and ne’er grow old;
/ L. Gideon.
How the Beautiful Miss Yznaga
Managed it.
The true story of the marriage of
Miss Yznaga to Lord Mandeville, one
of the most brilliant marriages ever
contracted in this country, has never
been told.
Mandeville is a real, live lord, and
sits in the house of parliament. He
is even a viscount by an elder brother
having died, and he will be one day
a duke; so our Miss Yznaga in a few
years will be a full-fledged duchess.
On it is very improba
anything but simply
He has several elder brothers who
will succeed to'liis father’s title before
he does.
Miss Jerome, the daughter of Leon
ard Jerome, married Lord Churchill
who also sits in parliament, but Lord
Churchill can never be a duke like
Mandeville, unless his elder brother
dies or he earns his title like Disraeli.
The three young ladies, Miss Je
rome, Miss Yznaga and Miss Stevens,
who have made brilliantjmatches in
England, are bosom friends. They
all came from the same social 'set in
New York, and there is no telling
what three shrewd American women
may do when let loose in English
The story of Lord Mandevilles
marriage to Miss Yznaga is as fol
lows :
The beautiful Miss Yznaga was the
daughter of a Cuban living in New
York in very moderate circumstan
ces. She had no money and no pros
pect for money. Her face was liter
ally her fortune. Her father lived in
a modest house down on Eleventh
street. For years Miss Yznaga was a
belle in the Knickerbocker club set.
Her beautiful face was always seen
on the front seat at the Coaching
club parade, and she often sat in
James Gordon Bennett's drag on her
way to Jerome park to witness the
game of Polo, which Lord Mande
ville used to play.
Was Miss Yznaga really beautiful ?
If the reader had seen her at the
Jerome park races, on the balcony of
the club house, the first day of the
fall and spring races, he would not
ask the question, She was a radiant
beauty. Then she practiced those
artistic ways, that cultured women
have, to make her look classical. In
stature she was magnificently tall.
She was neither a brunette nor a
blonde, but had a sweet pearly com
plexion that artists delight to paint.
Her beauty was the severe type, like
the calla lily. Her eyes were large
and lustrous, ainT her form wheu
draped in the tight fitting princess
might have passed for a second Ve
nus de Medici. Still Miss Yznaga,
was poor, and, as poor girls in New
York seldom have suitors, it began
to look as if she was going io be an
old maid. Jerome, and Bennett, and
Travers, and Belmpnti fill worshipped
Miss Yznaga, and all felt' sorry to
think that her charms might fade
without finding a market. Thus
things stood until two years ago,
when Miss Yznaga was twenty-seven
years old. Not that she looked old,
but she had reached the top round of
maidenhood and was soon to pass
down the other side. Her intimate
friends knew this and often wondered
to themselves what would become
of her if her beauty should fade be
fore her charming face could win a
So I say “ What will become of
Miss Yznaga ? ” was a question begin
ning to be asked by the members of
the Knickerbocker club.
Just then young Mandeville, the
second son of Lord Mandeville, the
duke of Manchester, appeared in New
York. He was a green looking, red
haired stripling of twenty-one. Even
the hoys in the street made lun of
him. They mocked his voice and
laughed at his ugly English clothes.
I remember seeing him one morning
at the stables back of the Knicker
bocker club, dressed in jockey’s tights
and wearing a jockey’s hat. He was
half horse and the rest dog—as ready
to ride in a hurdle race as he was to
hunt foxes in New Jersey. He was
a glorious fellow among the boys.
That is, he spent all the money he
could get from his father or borrow
from his friends.
Many times young Mandeville ran
entirely out of money. His father
had ordered him home and refused to
remit. Belmont knew he was tA#
son of the duke of Manchester, and,'
however extravagant, he and Bennett
lent him all the money he wanted.
Young Mandeville acted so qu|er
that several newspapers pronounced
him a humbug, a fraud and a bogus
lord. Still the Knickerbocker club
fellows stood by him.
Many young ladies, not up in the
peerage made iun of the green yftnng
Englishman, too, but not so with Miss
Yznaga. She laid herself out to catch
him. Beautiful and a charming talk
er, she soon won the affection of
Mandeville. The Knickerbocker
club fellows, with Mrs. Stevens, die
all they could to help her. They got
i Yl‘ poly aud coaching parties, giving
the beautiful Cuban's praises at every
turn. When Lord Mandeville again
ordered his son home and cut off bis
remittances, Belmont and Bennett
told him to draw on them for any
amount, and he did.
So things went on for a month.
Miss Yznaga was always entertaining
and he was ever at her side.
Finally, when the leaves began to
turn red in the park, it began to be
whispered aronnd that another young
lady was about to throw herself away
on a titled Englishman.
“ I know lie's a fraud —this Lord
Mandeville! ” was often said impetu
ously by young ladies not up in the
Later in the fall, when the red
leaves began to tumble oft’ in the
park, the engagement between Miss
Yznaga and Lord Mandeville was
announced. The young lord was
fairly caught by the beautiful Cuban,
and to let him return to England to
meet his father, the haughty duke of
Manchester, would be a foolish thing
indeed. So it was arranged that the
wedding should come off within a
month. In the meantime coaching
and polo parties kept Lord Mande
ville and Miss Yznaga almost con
stantly together and he the most de
voted of lovers.
It was a great thing to be the
fiancee of the second son of the great
Duke of Manchester, and the news
papers teemed with saucy paragraphs
about the good fortune of the beauti
ful Cuban.
About this time, when Miss Yzna
ga was wearing the engagement ring,
financial troubles arose.
The young lady’s parents were
poor. They lived in a plain house in
au unfashionable street. They did
not even have money enough to
make an ordinary fashionable Wedding
much less a wedding grand enough
for the duke.
*• What shall we do ? ” they said,
and then they went to Mrs. Paran
Steveus to consult. Mrs. Stevens,
having occupied every position in life
from keeping a hotel in Boston to
leading society, at Newport, knew
just what to do. Any one who knows
how to keep a hotel can command an
army. '
So, when they came to Mrs. Ste r
vens, told her about tnc modest little
house down on Eleventh street, find
asked her what they should do, the
shrewd society woman said:
“ What, take a furnished house on
Fifth avenue for thirty days, Didn’t
Mrs. Honore take % furnished house
in Chicago in which to celebrate the
marriage of her daughter and Col.
Fred Grant ? ”
The furnished house was 6oon hunt
ed up and taken for a month. It was
a nicely furnished brown stone oppo
site the Knickerbocker club. And
from this house the wedding invita
tions were sent out, and in this house
the warm courtship continued till the
ceremony was performed which made
the poor but beautiful and accom
plished Miss Yznaga the wife of a
lord, the presant pet of the English
aristocracy, and which in a few years
will make her the duchess of Man
The wedding presents were rare
and elegant, In the Herald and Sun
the next morning columes were taken
to describe the tnagnificent wedding.
That morning, after the wedding,
I saw Loi# and Lady Mandeville
riding tip Fifth avenue on the top of
Willie Gray’s four-in-hand coach.
There was a grand breakfast at Jer
omf parlOvith Bennett and Belmont
jmd Jerome and Travers and young
Jay, aq|£>{sien, the happy bride and
groom idflte on out to one of the quiet
cAptry Mto in Westchester county
tqfcp*end twe honeymoon. /
•. JM’wq days afterward I walked
down Fifth avenue to see the furnished
the Yaznaga’s closed up, the
qufeD father and mother had already
refined to Eleventh street. The
bira had flown and why keep the
Four weeks afterward Lord Man
deville and his lovely wife went to
Europe. The duke of Manchester
stormed a little at first but when he
saw the beautiful bride his son hac
brought he could hot help forgiving
him. lie took the lovely Yznaga
home, introduced her to all his friends,
paid his son’s debts, and now the
young people are as happy as Claude
and Pauline, with this extra, that the
Prince of Wales dines with them
; every Friday evening and won’t ac
invltafiont tr. Qine any where
—the future ducLess—is tobccfipy’*;?
seat at his right.
Emerald Wit.
Here is a specimen of Emerald
wit that isn’t so bad:
On the Cambridge bridge there
was a toll of one cent (now abolished).
Two Irishmen approached from Bos
ton rather dilapidated in appearance,
and having “ nary a red ” with which
to pass the gate. A passer by, on
solicitation, gave one of them a pen
ny ; but how should this avail to get
them both over ? After “ laying
their heads together,” one of them
approached the tollkeeper and ask
ed, —
“ Sure an ’ ‘ one c ; nt,’ is it to go
over ?”
“ Yes.”
“Arrah, now an’ may I carry a
bundle on my back ? ”
“As much as yon please,” said the
Pat very deliberately stepped back
and taking Mike on his shoulders,
walked up boldly, and depositing his
penny marched on with his burden
to the middle of the bridge, when
they changed places, and Mike toted
Pat over to the Cambridge side.
The penny saved was well earned—
the bridge being about a mile long.
A Good Story.
We (Stanthorpe Post) are indebted
to Mr. James Worrell, of Sugarloaf,
a gentleman upon whose veracity we
place the best reliance, for the follow
ing accouut of a most extraordinary
occurrence. We give the statement
as nearly as possible in Mr. Worrell’s
own words:—“l give you the details
of a very rare occurrence. A hoy of
mine, about 11 years old, was sent
a message, last Saturday week about
1 o'clock p. if. About half way
between my place and Conuoll’y on
a well useu. road, a kangaroo came
lrom behind, took him up, and carried
him, without stopping, to the Mary
land company’s ground, about a mile
and a half, over some very rough
country. The lad got home about
dusk, his lace bloody, and, seemingly,
half mad. He spon became sensible,
however, and by the time I got home
—an honr afterwards—he was suffici
ently recovered to be 1 interviewed.’
I think the lad must have been crazy
for a while; his coat was slit open
down the back; but, although his
face was covered with blood when he
got home, thei’e was not a scratch on
him. The kangaroo must have been
a good sized one to have carried him
(about 65 lb. weight) so far, and with
out a spell; and it 6eems strange that
in the act of jumping he did not
strike the boy with his feet. I have
not the slightest reason to doubt the
truth of the boys statement. What
was the motive that prompted the
action ? Some say that if there had
been any water convenient he would
have drowned the boy. I have a no
tion that the kangaroo was oue that
had lost its joey, and was making an
attempt to adopt one. Moral: hen
a child of tender years goes along
where kangaroos may be, a dog large
or small, is very good company.’
Sidney Evening Keics.
Soup ami Trouble in Equal Parts.
A man clad in anew, but poorly
fiting suit of store clothes, and bearing
a heavy look of trouble around his
mouth and across the brow, went
into a Fourth street restaurant yester
day, and taking a seat apart from all
other diners, shoved his hat under
the table, sighed deeply, and called
for soup..,
“ Anything more ? ”
The hot liquid w'as made black
with pepper, and then followed a
swishing, gurgling sound, at quick
intervals, like the splashing of the
tide. At the end of three minutes
the bowl was empty and the waiter
again summoned.
“ More soup.”
It was brought. %’
Anything more ? ” .■%
“ No.”
Tears gathered in the eyes of the
gloomy man, but he brushed them
away with his napkin, and plunged
his spoon again into the steaming
soup. The elbow crooked and
straightened with the regularity of a
heart beat, and presently the waiter
was beckoned once more. He
stepped up with visible irritation, but
the steward ffeliT'lßHfeS
“ More soup,” said the man, with a
plaintive voice .brimming over with
“ Anything else ? ”
“ No.”
“ Hadn't I better bring in tbe ket
tle this trip ? ” said the waiter.
“ ou might,” said the man with a
sigh that jarred the table. “ I've got
heaps of trouble to drown.”
“ We’ve got a gruel that'll do more
with less bulk, -1 said the waiter. It
might hit the wright spot sooner.”
“I’ve never found no balm for a
wounded spirit that could walk
around soup ’specially if it’s hot and
tolerable nigh seasoned. I don’t
know whether it comes of being hot
and fetching on the sweat or not, but
it reaches for trouble every time and
gets away with heartache quicker’n
anything I ever tried; so you may
keep on with it, I guess, till my mind
gets easy enough to bear corn beef
and cabbage.”
The waiter was softened by the
hungry grief before him, and much
regretted the thoughtless chaffiing.
He felt sympathetic and longed to
soothe the aching breast.
“ You’re in trouble then ? ” he ven
tured timidly.
“I am, pardner—deep,” said the
man, as lie reached over for a fresh
pepper box.
“ Lose your property ? ”
“No—no. Worse’n that.”
“ Friends—near kinfolks, maybe ?”
queried the waiter with a sober look.
“ Worse'll that, a good deal. - ’
“You don’t say! I’m real sorry,
sir; but maybe ’twas all for the best.”
“ No, I’ll be bad thumjied if it
was ! ” exclaimed the stranger, chok
ing on the soup, and getting red in
the face. “ Does it ever do a man
any good to be swindled ? ”
“ Why, no—surely not.”
“ Well, that’s just what I’ve been,
and iu the meanest, dog-gonedest
way that any body ever was sold, too.
Pardner, I’ve been the victim of a
base, deceiving ODe-eyert schemer. I
was married last Monday.”
The waiter could only make big
eyes and catch his breath. The sad
man proceeded.
*' I said married, but swindled was
the word I meant—took in shameful.
I married on ‘ speo,' with every pros
pect of getting both money anil beau-
ty, and here I am euchered blind.
She was a widow, living in good style,
in a bunkum good house that every
body said belonged to her, and so I
thought there wasn't much risk. She
was as pretty to look at as a ripe wa
termelon, but turns out to be a big
ger fraud than a grce pumpkin.”
The poor victim broke down with
emotion, and had to pause and mop
his eyes.
“Pardner, them shiny, dazzling
teeth, that wilted me the firet time I
saw her grin, turns out to be sham,
shop made, and not even paid for yet,
and so help me Hezekiah, one of her
eyes is glass, and she sleeps with her
hair on the back of a chair; but the
worst of all is that the house was only
hern as long as she remained single,
and now the regular heirs have served
notice on her to vamoose, and she
actually expects me to find a house
and pay rent on it. I’ve been to see
a lawyer, and all the consolation he
rive is that I’ve got to grin and bear
it, ’cause the bargiu was for better or
worse. Fetch on another bowl of
soup, and have it extra warm—
Breakfast Table.
—CYRUS Card was married the
other day, and on his wedding noti
ces were the words, “No cards.”
But then he doesn’t know what might
Cream Cake. —Two cupfuls of flour,
one cupful of sugar, one cunful of
cream, one egg, soda, salt, spice.
Lemon Cake. —Four cupfuls flour,
three cupfuls sugar, one cupful but
ter, live eggs seasoned with lemon.
How to Use Lard. —Lard for pastry
may be used as hard as it can be cut
with a knife, and will make far better
paste than if left stand to warm. It
needs only’- to be cut through the
flour. Not rubbed.
Brown Gems. —One pint sour milk,
two tablespoonfuis of brown sugar; stir
: middlings or shorts until quite stiff,
drop in hot gem pans previously
greased and bake quick—an egg is an
Improvement. Gems made from
white flour in the same way are very
Soft Cookies. —One coffee cupful
sour cream two-thirds teaspoonful of
saleratus two cups sugar, two eggs, a
nutmeg. Beat to a stiff batter.
Knead a little to roll out, not too thin .
Cut out in any shape you choose and
bake in a quick oven.
Sponge Cake, Cheap.— One cup of
white sugar, one egg, butter the size
o a walnut; beat together; then
take one cup of sweet milk, add one
a teaspoonful of soda, two cups of
oui, one teaspoonful of cream of
tartar; flavored with anything you
wis mix well, and bake in pie pans
twenty minutes.
iJL Wett A Pota i° clean
WvL B °°. and S , lzed sweet Potatoes ; boil.
;' hen tender, rub through the col-
^ ea t.tte yelks of three eggs
MM* 7 lth \ pint of sweet milk
of potat .°’ add a sm all teacupful
of sugar, a pinch of salt, and flavor
with a little fresh lemon’ or extract
Bake as pumpkin pies. When done
make a meringue top of two eggs
and powdered sugar. Brown a few
minutes in the oven.
To Whiten Lace.— Ivon it slightly,
and sew it up in a linen bag; let the
bag remain for twenty-four hours in
pure olive oil. Then boil tbe ba<* in
soap and water for fifteen minutes,
rinse in warm water, and then dip'
into water containing a slight pro
portion of starch. Take The lace
from the bag and stretch it out to
Warmed-up Mutton. —Cut off the
meat carefully, throwing aside all
stringy pieces, mince finely, and sea
son, to taste with pepper, salt, and, if
liked, catsup, and finely chopped,
onion. Moisten with some rich stock
or the gravy left over, after taking
off the fat which has risen on the top
and cooled. Put it in a dish and
cover over with mashed potatoes,
scored roughly across the top, if you
like, or smoothed over and washed
oh top with a little melted butter.
Brown it in the oven a fine dark
golden color, and serve very hot.

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