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t VOL. XLY. J3RATTLEBORO, VT., FRIDAY, JAXUA11Y 25, 1878. 3STQ.4. The Vermont Phoenix. rCIILIIUtU WEtKtVY BT (Mllcc .o,1 NruiiltP lion, .Tin In ftlr'l, UnATTLRUOUO, VT. T&KM4. Tu County oubscrlbers, .$2,00 per aunu.tj to suujcrlbers outfJdn of .Wndbau County, (3.35; al- way in adtance. IUteb (ir AuvftnTtfUNO made know u un application, llirtiti, Deaths and Marriages inserted ftravtlit ; obitu. ury Nut I ecu or itosolutloua, Cards or Thanks, Ac, 10c per lino of te n words. ; usixj:ss cards. t k..m: kv wiii:hh A.V, tJ Uenrml Insurance and ileal Kstate Agcnl, Ueprritentiu; Companies whop Assets arc over $100,000,000. TCNIMKST8 TO I, E T . Oillce in Thomson k Haupcr's lllock, mil dour lo Phtrnli uffloe. linAlILEUOHO, VT. Mauti.v s imt ci:, M. it., fhrjiictmt unit tourffeott, tttUTTLSDOHO, T, Office and residence on Malu Stmt, nearly opposite stone church. r a. tk.ai:v, M, ., fV M'htjittittn and Sitrgeott, Bn tlTLF&OBO, VT. omce with Dr. Iloltoo, cor. Main and Walnut sts. Hl. HOLTOA', .11 If., Mfiy$lcttin and Arrrroii, 11 BATTLE BO till, Vl. Oflico and residence corner Main and Walnut 8ts. At home from 1 to a, and from 0 to 7 o'clock, 1. M. C. A. Il.VV. M. II., Mhyirinn aitit Snfroitf tuioi street, u rattle Bono, vt. 171 IV. feTOIlAIlt, lis ttlmrnct d" t"0nnrllor at Iairt And Solicitor of Patents, UitATTLtnono, Vt. A, 11. l'VX.VAI, liul.t, Crosoy 11 lock, llB.TTi.mor.o, Vt. EOT. CAHIi:Ti:iKtMarkrtUlock,rUiotBt. Dealer iu Toys, Fancy Goods, Uooks, stationery, Xwspapcis, Magazines aud Periodicals. Subscriptions received for the principal Newspapers and Magazines, and forwarded by mailor otherwise. el Dealer in COftTlKS and CASKETS, risk II lock, Main Ht., IlnATiLtnono, Vt. miATTLKIIORO Business Directory. Agricultural Iiiiiilrnintt. C, 1". TIIOMPSOM it CO., Williston'a Stone Block. HOOD ft M M'.SIIAI.I., Exchange Block, Main St. B. A. CLVUK, Tiler1 Block. lluoltselltr. uud Mtatloners. CHENEY k CLAIT, C Crosbj Block. r. V, ""'VAIUIS, Van Doom's Block. J. 3TKES, opposite Brooks House. Hoof, mill Nliom TIIK PEOPLE'S SHOE BTORE, 0 Flsl Block. C. V. HM1T11, Ilaj's Block, S'alu Itrrfl. Illnclismlt ulnar. A, L KENSEY, comer South Main ana Caual Sts. Carpets. r. I.. BROWN, Marsha ll-tiEstirbrooli's block, Main St, II. I. 1IIATT,'1 (Irauite Block. I. BETTING ft SON, Illijh St., next Brooks Honsc. Cr-me-ut Isruln llir, VM. A. PELLET T, mauf'r and contractor for lajlog. (Jlauml.er Mv-t i L. BUOWN, Maribill k Caterbrvok'a block, Malu St. J KKTTJ.NII Jt SON, Hlb'b St., neit Brooka Houaf . a-. S. Bit 4CKETT k CO., k S Granite Row. l'lUTT.'WHIUHT ft tO 3 Orauite Ro , Main St. .jHAS. J. ROOT, Brooka Houae corner. m . .1. WHITNEY, No. Oranltc Ron. Coal. - f. 'A. 1URK0WS, ofllce ltb I. llarroos. A,J. OLEASON, with A. V. Cox k Co. Coflinn unil Cu.lirf.. C. L.jSi?aball ft Esttrbrook'a block, Main St. " 'ftaslPBSLr" land llulldera. m Crocberf auil CJIu.a Wurct FRANK O.UOWE, 1 door north Main St.brldso. M. T. VAN DOORN k SON, 7 Oro.l.jr Block. UltffWlAKK, oier fratt, W riglit ft Co.'s store. If liatnc; Itoiimi. J. M. lKllllKIl, No: 1 Market Block, Elliot St. K. L. cftOfEIt, 1 door aouth O. J.JTatt'a store. It, A. WEBBER, Mala Street, opp, Hecre lloofe. Hour, aua.h unci llllnila. dJ. A. Cr.UtK, Tler'a Elock. r. THOMPSON fcCO., Wllliaton'a Stone Block. IkrubTfrlsta, J. W. ORECia, Main Street, orposite High. I. N. THORN ft CO., 2 Crosby Block. II, C. WILLAlil) ft CO., 1 Brooks Uoutr. Ikrj Ouoda, I'. BARROWS, Malu St., opposite Brooka House. O. J, PRATT, 1 Uranite Block. rllllirra. C.'r. THOMPSON ft CO., Wllllaton'i Stone Block. Furniture 0 I.. BROWN,.Maraball ft Eatirbruok'a block, Main St. J. RETl'INd ft SON, IIIh St., neit Brooka House. Groceries A. C. DAVENPORT, 3 Crosby Block. I. W. FROST ft CO., 8 Crosby Block. NK (I. HOWE, 1 door nortb Main St. bridge. C. I.. PIPER, corner Canal and Sontb Main Sta. A. J. SIMONDS, Exchange Block, Main St. M UlT.N SCOTT ft SON, Thompson ft Ranger's Bl'k. C. r. THOMPSON ft CO., WlUlston's Stone Block. Xrirtlnisrvt. Jlron anil Mlel, 11. . a ..ItK, Tler'a Block. U. F. THOMPSON ft CO., WHUlton's Stone Block. Iltaruva. Slulirra. HEUSTIS ft 1ILT.NAP, Main St. Heel Creuria IKuotua E. I.. COOPER, 1 door south (). J. i'ratt'a itore. liiNUruucn Ajffula ALBERT BALDWIN, Thompson ft Bangtr's Block. CUDWORTH ft CHII.US, Room No. lu Crosby Block. JBMS: ft SHERMAN, Thompson ft Ranger's Block. MOOUY ft 1I0E, Savings Bauk Block. Teas ells I'.ANOER ft THOMPSON, 7 Qranttr Row. L. II. REED, Elliot atreet. Joli I'rlntln-. V. LEONARD, Harmony Block, rear Crosby Block. UEO. E. SELLECK, over Bronn's Furniture Store. . ... IBANE, Canal St. Ill .Tteial Jlurk.li, lipUARDSON, Market Block, Elliot St. BJrlllllnrrj und Fancy Cluotls. FtlTT, I Uraulte Black. Paints and ,RIC. Tllei's Block. JSjOMPSON ft CO., WlUIitou'a Stone Blick. 1 1 DOORN ft SON, 7 Crosby Block. Iltuturrauhr. (WE, lluioll Block. ' IAnu k-'nrta. anil C'ntluifi Origans My i.kii.i', no. IU IllgU Dl. vl Hetalnjr .YIaclilueN. IjlED, Elliot ttnrt. 9MtsiiclU and Htl Stamps. MIQLAS, opposite Amcricau Hojpr Mint, and Tin IVure, CUX ft CO., Revere House block. I ft MARSHALL, Exchaugs Block, Main St. Jiidfrtaltwra'. lltUWN, Marshall ft Esterbrook's Block, Malu St. tl pliolMitrtr, IllOWN, Marshall ft Kiterbruok'sUIock.MalnSI. muv An, s Malu u.t opp. urat'leooro House, rriNO ft SON, High St., uext Brooks House. ILDIN6 MATERIALS In Full Vrl(y, cuiinUtliig if IE, CEMENT & HAIR, Jors, Sash and Blinds, C3-L-A.SS, . JEATII1XG & CAI1PET PAPERS, rtuio nml ITuDilntilc HIiIiikIi.-h. Spruce ami Hemlock Hoards fur iilnlieil on Hhort Xotlcc. 6. F, THOMPSON & 00. "WATCHMAKER, JEW.ELER and ENGHAyER, At M. T. VauDoorn ft Son's Crockery Store, ' CB03BV SLOCK, MAIN 8T., BRATTLEBOIIO, VT Correspondence. . JLcttpr from llnstnn, THE ART CLOD EXIIIUITION' A IIKUIUVEI) ItUS IUXn A rlUESH AT THE roPUI.AItlTY OF CER TAIN RTAflE AnTIHTB THE THKATRES. Uoston, .Tun, Id, 1H78. Tho Art Club exhibition opelicd List eviu. lug with 11 reception (jlven by Iho liicmberH of tho chili to their friciuK It wbr n bril limit opening to otic of tho niost stieecmfut oxhibitioni cvir liehl. The rooms were crowd ed witli representative!! of nil tho profewioni, with critics mid coniioisKCiirs nud dninlily drcRscd wumcu, The wnlls wcro hmiK with pittures, Imt it wni imposhiblo to see tlietn, nuil, indeed, the object of the reception wiis not to show tho picture: ttiero will bo n three weeks' opjiortimity for thai, hicu tho exhibi tion is to continue that length of time. These half infornml nlTiiirx, like this opening night, nro nmong tho most elmrming social events of the season, and nro always looked forward to with a great deal of interest nnd anticipation by those who are interested in art matters, and are tho friends of aitists. Like all the rest of the world who were ill at the opening, I know very little about the exhibition itself. I shall havu to give yon Hie details later. I had the pleasure of seeing some of the pic ture in the studios before they were taken to the club rooms: then there are eirliuu things which are niattirs of course with some artists. You know Seacy will have one of those ex ipiisito f'owtr studies, tho like of which no other artist paints, so delicate, so full of lifn nre they. I am sure Flora has given her se crets lo Mr. Seavey, els he could nvi r rep. resent her so truthfully as be does. Two of his pictures have hauutid me ever since I saw them first. One was a duster of azalins, crimson nud white, lookiug ns fresh nnd pure as though they had been plucked from the bushes before the dew drops bad had time in exhale from the delicate petals j tho other was a bunch of half blow n ro-.es thrown careless ly down upon a table. Never was anything more lovely or natural ; they carried the pas sion and glory of summer burned into color and odor. If I were rich I think the very first thing I would do would be to order Sea vey to paint mo ono of his own inimitable flower pictures, l'ortcr will have a portrait, and it is p!ensure indeed to have the oppoitn nity of seting it, for I'orter stnuds, un doubtedly, at the head of tho Hit of American portrait painters, not even excepting Hunt. Muuzig, a most promising young crayon ar tist, who is already named as tho successor to House, w ill have a head, a child's portrait prob ably, since that is what he specially excels in. He is very happy iu his treatment of children, and he is a great favorite already, Although be is one of the youngest artists. Ko much for a glimpse nt tho walls, together with a lit tle previous know ledge. I heard something to-day which amusi d me exceedingly, nnd I can't resist giving it to you. Von must know that Dextir Smith, au thor of that very popular song, "Hiug the bell softly," und others eipially well known, and proprietor and editor of "Dexter Smith's Mu sical Magazine," is .one of the most obliging fellows in tho world. I don't think ho was ever known to say no, when asketl to do a fa vor. So when a gentleman, in deep mourn ing, with the broadest weed on his lint that could be got on, tame iu one day and asked him to write some lines on tho death of his (the stranger's) wife, Mr. Smith obliged him. About a year after, the same man, still iu in consolable mourning, put in a second appear ance. "Do you know me j" he impiired. "Ueally, sir, I ought to, but" "Oh yes, I'm sure you do; joii wrote a po em for mo last year on the death of my wife. I've just lost another, nud I thought I'd come iu nud see if I couldn't make the same verses do for her that I had for Maria." Mr. Smith thought ho could, and he went on his w ay rejoicing. If an actress's popularity is mtastirid by the number of photographs of her which nru sold, Mis Kate Clatou has the lend. There are more pictures of lur called for, just nt prcsint, than of any othir person on the stage. This is partially due to tho fact that she is all the timo "on the load," and her photographs go everywhere she goes iu ad vance. Maud Granger's picture is the next iu demand, and after her Maude lirauscomhe. Kliz.i Weathersby used to sell wtUj thero was a great rush for her "face on paper," but Mis. Goodwin fails to coax as many quarters out of susceptible young men's pockets. The same thing is true of Lilian Conway. Of our own resident artists, Miss Annie Clarko is th" fsvorito with photograph collectors ; after her, Mr. William Warren, then Mr. Charles ll.ir rem. Very young la lies buy Ked ltuekley'a pictures just as th"y used to buy Harry Crisp's. Just now, on account of their success in tho "Kxilcs,"' Miss Marie Wninwright nnd Mr. Xiuis .Tames aro selling well. There is'a standing demand for Itiggnohl's likeness. Ho is ono of the very few who nro always asked for. A young lady admirer of the Fifth Hen ry gave every ono of her friends a photograph of him at Christmas. That was tho harmless way she look of expressing her admiration. She didn't write him notes, she didu't send him llowers, she never made this already much persecuted man aware of her existence! she exhausted her sentiment, her enthusiasm, nud her purse nt tho storo whore his pictures were on sale, and was quite happy in so do ing. I think Mr. ltigguold should feel under great obligation to her for choosing so harm less n channel in which to vent her admira tion. Georgio Cay van is ft pretty girl ns well as a charming reader; so she sells well, nil tho young gentlemen having n fancy for seeiug her mischievous brown eyes smiling nut nt them from picture frame or album. Of tho prhnnhnnr, Miss Kellogis tho favorite; af ter her, MUs Gary. The Globo Theatre has been given over to fun nnd "folly" during the week, nud the houses have been crowded. LMt night hun dreds were turned away. Colvilln's Folly Company aro doing that most jolly of all bur lesqucs, "Tho ltabes in tho Wood, or Who Killed Cock Itobin." Taken all iu all this is tho best burlesque company wo have ever had hero. It is composed of the best portion of the Lydia Thompson troupe, with additions from the Soldeno and Alice Oates' companies, and ft primft donna who has n fluo voice, well cultured a raro thing in burlesque or Opera lloulle a gradunte indeed of grand opera, Tho plot is founded on the old nursery tale w hich every child knows by henrt, and it in troduces a little pautomiuo of "who killed Cock ltoblu, performed by the tiniest mites of children dressed to represent birds; the oldest of these children couldn't havo been ten years old ; tho youngest, the dear little brown Jenny Wren, for lovo of whom wicked Sparrow killed poor Cock Itobin, was scarcely moro than a toddling . baby. That was the part I didu't like, It was pretty and emmiug, but I felt more like crying thau laughing at them. I thought of two littlo flaxen heads laid on bftfe pillows at homo, nud I longed to take tho little "brown Jenny" in my amis nnd sing lullabys till tho sleepy eyes wero closed. Mother's arms Is tho placo for wee bits like her. Willie Edwin Is Immensely funny when is ho not, I should liko to know 1 Miss Hosenu sings benull fully, Miss I'.hnoro Is ns cunning ft "Ilnbo" ns IWwin is a luischelvous ono, Miss Mervillo Is a fascinating littlo Prince, and Miss Mario Williams n most bewitching "bad man." As far as dramatic nbillty goes, Miss Williams ranks next to IMuuiu. Slio makes a gre-nl deal of her part, and it is abso lutely the best of tiny of tho ladies' parts. She came here ns n chorus singer with Soldeno, nnd has risen to her present position from pure merit. Tho run of "Tho Utiles" is unprecedented, It is on its sixth week, and the demand for sents has been grenter this week than at any time John MiCullough was to open at tho lloston tho llli of February, but tho inaunge men! are trying lo iuduco him to change his date, so that Ihey need not remove tho play, It is probable that he will nccedo to their re qui st, hi be is not only n rigid good fellow, but a manager himself, who understands what is lost in taking off a successful play in tho middle of a run. Talking of long runs, I think wo'vo ncvir had such nn enthusiasm for ft play as tho Knglish people havo for "Our Hoys." I hat pn tty comedy hns run sixteen consecutive months iu Loudon. StLME .Tor White. I'i.Isos KtiqI'Ettu. "Five Years' l'eual Smitude" is the title of a book recently pub. lishfd in Lnndun, nud written by "one who endured it." The Loudon Times says, "Two very rcmnrkaU" pieces of information as to life iu n prison tome out ill this volume, illus trating the Inconsistencies of human nature, and showing that the public feeling, if it may be so termed, in ft convict prison, may in somo features be ns high ns iu the best order, cd community. One is that it is uotctiquetto nmong prisoners to nsk a man what he is "in for." tf ft man likes to be communicative on the subject of his own affairs, that is another thing; but until he is, no questions nre lo be nskid. It nppears to us that this custom shows a delicacy of feeling nnd n respect for those who may feel repentance and shame for their crimes which few would have expected to find among criminals, and must certainly indicate that those who follow stall a rule of conduct ennnot bo altogether nud entirely cor rupt nnd Irreclaimable. The othir is 'tho re spict the men paid to thoiewho had the cour age to go upon their knees morning and night to pray.' Ho is speaking of his first night in the room iu which at that time some of tho prisoners at Dartmoor lived iu association, and lie says "Here wile sixty-eight nun and two ofii cers. Now, who, thought I, will have the moral courage to face sneers rnd derision, or jokes, nnd kneel before ho begins bis day's work or lays his lit nil iini his pillow? I though of this just before bedtime. Present ly n lull Rounded. "Tables down," calledthe warder. The warder's voice is heard again "Men who wish to say their prayirsfc one sti p to the rear. Silence nud order for pmyers." Five minutes was tho time allow, id, and by that timo nil the men bad finished their pttitiuns to their Heavenly Father, and had risen to their feet, resuming their places iu tho ranks. I was most agreeably surprised at seeing so many. I think, on an average, there was nearly one-fifth of tho whole. I nev. cr once heard ft remark from the most hard ened in derision or disparagement of this praes. tice." " Uioai, l'liinu is a great thing in its way, hut it diags misfortumswitli it. Jacob lluun was the Cru stis of Springfield, Illinois. He believed iu the destiny of Springfield nud Illi nois as other cnpitnlists hnve believtd iu Du luth nnd the zeuitli destiny of the "unsalteil seas." His bauk nt tho capital of Illinois withstood the panics of IS.",;, lsi'.l und 1ST:), nnd evirvbody conceded the right of "Jake" Ituuti to lie the lending speculator, "promot tr," political engineer and financial Great Mogul of central Illinois. His fatal am bition was to make his back parlor the political centre of tho State, to dictate the choice of candidates and the course of party policy. His money went into the legislature to secure n grent npproprihtiou to build anew State House that was forever to fix the State capital nt Springfield, and his money also went into a grand All.Mi.lHKI botil afterwards sold for (SKI to silence tho cry of the Chieagoans that there was no fit hotel at the State capital. His pockit bled also for the Chicago Republican to the tune of i.'ilio,. (HKI, from which he got back only i27,OOi). Ittit his local prido wns not all sham. It pre vented his becoming a mean nisenl in the end. He failed when Jan, 1 came along, for ,.si, IHM1. iy:t(Ki,KKI to i?IIK),(IKI of which was due to small depositors in his savings lsmk ; and yet there is no bitterness against the "old man" in his community. Finding that the bank could not ultimately be saved, instead of see king assistance he assigned all his projier ty to ft trustee. The first news that his wife had of the crash she received when tho deeds of conveyance w ere brought to her for her signature. She relinquished her dower rights, worth somo .0,noit. "I will not have ono dollar." she said, "which should belong to the creditors" ; then she sent for her sons, who were enjoying their holidays at home, and as tenderly ns she might broke to them the tid ings that they were no longer heirs-presumptive to ft fortune, but must premve to aban don their studies at college and to leave their pleasant home. It is n due commentary on the times that such action should hi uuted as singularly honest. Hut so it is t and in the West "Jake" lluun is still ft hero. Tun WuoiiTor the Atjiosi iieki:. I'ascal's treatise on tho weight of tho w hole mass of air forms the basis of tho modern science of pueumaties. In order to prove that the mass of air presses by its weight on all the bodies which it surrounds, and also thnt it is elastic and compressible, hecarritd a balloon, half filled with air, to tho top of the Fuy do Dome, n mountain of about I'oo foises above Cler mont, in Auvergue. It gradually inflated it self, as it ascended, aud when it reached the summit it w-as epuito full nud swollen ns if fresh nir hftd been blown into it ; or, what Is the same thiug it swelled iu proportion as the weight of tho column of air which pressed upeni it was diminished. When again brought down it became more and moro rlaccid, and when it reached the bottom, it resumed its original condition. Iu tho nine chapters of which this treatise consist, l'uscnl shows that all the phenomena and cfTeets hitherto as cribed to the horTor of a vacuum ariso from the weight of u mass of nir; and after ex plaining tho vuriahle pressure of the ntmos phere iu different localities nud different states, and tho riso of water in pumps, he cal dilates that the whole mass of air around our globo weighs Mt!if.1,8r!),44ll,OlHl,(Hlt),IKX) French pounds. A Chilii's Lauoh. Colonel Iugersoll in a recent lecture lnado tho following beautiful apostrophe to n child's laugh : "The laugh of a child will moke the holiest day more sacred still. Strike with hand of fire, O weird mu sician ! thy harp strung with Apollo's golden hair ! Fill the vast cathedral aisle with sym phonies sweet and dim, eleft toucher of the or gau keys I Wow, bugler, blow, until Ihy sil ver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, charming tho wandering lovers on the vino clad hills ; but kuowyour sweetest strains are discords all compared with childhood's happy laugh the laugh that fills tho eyes with light and dimples every cheek with joy ! O rippling river of laughter! thou art the blessed boundary line between tho beast and inau, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown somo fretful fiend of care !" President Eliot estimates that the annual expenses of students nt Harvard Collego may be classified as follows, the long vacation be ing excluded t Least amount, $4fi'.l ; econom. icnl, f(il."i; ample, $1, 3C3. A few students, ho says, keep their expenditures within $300, and it Is possible to do this without injury to health nnd without suffering of any sort, but it requires nu cxtremo economy nt every jioint, nnd that faculty of making a little go a great way which not many youug men pos sess. Tho great majority of students, whose parents aro neither rich nor poor, spend from &B.-.0 to 4,850 n year. Miscellany. Foil nil. Not of my will, great God, could I be ililne. My will waa broken all my atrrnglh wai fled. Not of bit wltb could 1 to thee Incline, Desire In me a dead lint by tby tender wlednra I wan tuon Lore comes by loving, ud by lovo alone Once, lonplng fiercely for Tby love I aonflit lly decda to merit all tbe joy I craved! Flushed with the praitci my poor actioni brmigLt, lly pride I was cnxlaved ! And hen I questioned of my heart lis rtore, Of love I fouud It empty as before. Then on my knees, with reverential tears, 1 pleaded with thee, over and again, For Thy dear love, through Ion?, unfruitful yearsi I'rayer also was in vain. My words, my tears, my honied eloquence, Seemed but lo gain one answer: Get thee hence I Then In drpalr unto myself I turned And questioned, Art thou worthy? murmuring, No. My conscious cheek with sharae-lit blushes burned, That I should seek Thee so. Unwed to tbe dust, bo more I looked above, Glad ff through love I won a human love. Then, strange and sweet, the more I gave away To others, all the more my heart was lilted 1 I quite forgtt to question day by day: My yearnings all were stilled. In deep humiliation, asking taught, In my own eoul 1 found the love 1 sought. (iittitni .'(, 7.V AVXT MBr.Y'S CMIIX. Twelve o'clock and n starless night, the sky bending bo close to earth that ono might fan cy the very steam of tho world's passions con densed iu the black clouds that rolled heavily across it ; no sound save tho ceaseless soft plashing of the Mississippi waves. Suddenly a light wind rose ; a piercing shaft of moon light struck through the clouds, falling on tho black letters over ft beer-shop, nnd idealizing to purple liud fine linen somo fluttering rags that hung from n dingy tenement-house. Tho wind grew stronger; tho clouds were blown into wild shapes ; tho shaft of moonlight melted out into a broad sheet of silver. A steep bluff overhung the river; sloping ftwny from it wire tho long, curving streets of n Southern city. A flight of stone sUps led from its highest point to n ll.it level, where Hew workshops, ruins of burned houses unit long cotton-sheds wero crowded together. It wns ft damp, dirty place. People called it "Hell's Half-Acre," nnd iu the day It justified its name. Hut tho moon denies her gift of bounty to naught, and to-night this most mel ancholy lnlf-aere seemed to have a better right to be. One noticed then twenty-four slim white pillars, Corinthian in d sign, thnt fire had left standing from somo stately public building. The moonbeams brokn into n thousand different shapes in tho little inlets where the river had pushid its way in. The shapeless ruins were imposing iu the half light, and tho heavy-scented flowers grew nbove thim, mingling their odors with tho sweet fresh smell of new timber nt lite jilau-iug-mill. And the river by daylight ft vul gar muddy strtam- uow flowed in wide. mys. tirious grandeur, with distant gleams of sil ver on its slow w-ftves. Across the river, on the line of another State, was a little town, so while aud simple nud still that it might have bei u the homo of moths aud shadows. Hut as the moon's light grew (barer ft keen eye might have seen n man's form standing at the water's i-dgc, and a keen cur might have heard the sound of n body falling into water. Hie rivir wastiar low at tins point, nud a man could iiisily swim ucross it, ns tills one was doing. His body undulited under the waves like a snake's. His head, barely visible above the watir, was small, and tho wet hair clung closely about it like a cap. When he had landed he stood for a moment shivering with cold nud casting quick, nervous gliucis nround him as if he had been pursunl. 'Ihen he walked irreso lutely toward a cotton-shed, mid throwing himself out lie ground, partly sheltered by nbale of cotton, he ft 11 nslee p. Tho sun lose ghsomily, nud iu its light the place that had been almost poetic the night before showed nil its squalid ugliutsH, The street near tho rivir, oncen fine nnd fashiona ble promenade, now seemed built of the very skeletons of houses, so busily had decay been nt work aud so little liad bem done to stop its ndiance. The very llowirs had lost their pu rity, and hung heavy witli little particles of cotton that had blown upou them from the wagons continually passing, nnd blaektncd iu the e n.il .liiht. It had caught iu the delicate lily-cups ; it weighed down the roses; aud in the broad foliage of the arbor-vitic it liad woven itself in and out until each piece was like a fan. With the sun awoke noisy life. The cotton-drays raced ulong Front liow, their black drivers standing hi them hatless, shotless aud ragged, urging on tiieir mules with discordant cries. The bleating of goats was heard from the darky settlement on the side of the cliff as queer oM aunties and uncles hobbled out to milk the in. Down on the Hat the v hir of machinery began ; grimy men lhing oaths or rough jists attach other; Hat boats appeared on the river : and the air grew deuse witli smoke from the mills. Through nil, the mnn sleeping under the cotton-shed did not stir; a deep exhaustion seemed to hold him hand and foot. The sun fouud him out and dried his jean clothing, w armed bis bare feet, and evetr trie d to pierce through his cold body to the dark, soggy iiirth on which it rcsttd. It litauied on his close hair until it blew from his face, light in color nud curling nt the uids. The face was one coiiimou enough ill ft malarious country n yellow, leau, sharp face ; besides this., it was a ouug, v, ak, passionate face. Tho sun beams were kind aud did not wake him. The eyelids pressed close upon tho eyes", aud the lashes lay motionless on tho thin cheeks. After a time a negro lussed near the cotton shed one of the kind called "roustabouts" in that part of the country people who live in a happy-go-lucky sort of way, dependent from day to day on stray jobs or stray thefts, never losing flesh or vivacity, never appearing oth erwise thau supremely content with life and their lot. This 0110 had his work for the day, A bag was hung over his shoulder, nud hewas picking up tho loose cotton that had fallen from burst liales prc)artory to cleansing it for the gin. He saw the sleeping man, and became instinct with the natural hostility that the negro seems to have for tho poor white. "(lit up from Jar, you lazy tramp '." he shouted, and, seeing that the man did not stir, lie picked up n hit of coal aud threw it with such precision as to hit the sleeper on his sunburned neck. He started up nud stared around him with a gleam of ferocity iu his eyes. Tho negro laughed loudly. "What gyardin did you come outcu ?" hewud. "You's enough to skeer de crows, you is." The man took no notice of his gibes, but staggering to his feet walked slow ly across the fiat and up the stouo steps. Now uud then he put his baud to his head iu 11 confused way, "I must git across the city," ho muttered; "there's good hiding places iu somo 11' the shuns 'round the bayou." Ho turned up Promenade street, walking with slow, dragging bteps. "Seems to me I'm powerful weak," ho muttered. "Has it been longer'n u day hence I Ink my food r" "Chicken! chick! chick! chick!" He stopped at the sweet sound of ft child's voice, aud looking over a broken gate saw a littlo blue-eyed girl feeding chickens by tho wooel-pile in the yard. "Sissy, cau you givo me a glass of butter milk i" "Mamma! uiumuia!" called the child, "here's ft man that wants some buttermilk." "Ho will havo to wait for it," answered a voice from the house; "the churn won't be ready for half an hour." "Come iu," bitid the little maid, running to tho gate and holding it open. "You enn wait a while, can't you '! Here a a seat on the wood pile." Ho followed her liko one in a dream. Sho btood up before him, a straight, sweet shape, and began to talk. "You don't look very nice," said she, her eyes wandering over his torn, soiled garments, with bits of coal and dirt falling awny from tho side that had lain next to the earth ; "but I s'pose you wero n soldier." "No, little girl, I never was o soldier." "I'm s'prised to hear that. My papa was a colonel, and nearly all tho men that come hero and aud ask for things, you know, b'louged to some big general's nriny Loo's or Forrest's or Hood's. I can't remember all the names." Ho said nothing, and littlo Miss Delicacy feared that sho had hurt his feelings. "Do you like sugar-cakes 1" sho said soothingly. IIo nodded his head. "Tho trouble) is-" sho drew nearer ntid lowered her voice confidentially "there nro so many boys about, nnd they nro tlrcnttfiil fellows for sugar-cakes. They hardly rrer leave any till next elay. Hut I'll sec about it." She disappeared behind the honey-siiekle that bung over Iho porch, but she did not come buck. The sound of tempestuous soli hiug enmo from within, and it was plain sho had cither been disniinointed of Iho suimr- cakes, or, us was more likely, forliiddoli n so. clnl chat wllh n tramp. The man took 110 heed of her absence. Ho lifted his eyes nnd looked across the river to Hopelleld, the little town so white and still. Hut to him it seemed to run with blood und ring with sound. His teeth clenched togeth er; his eyes glowed in his set face like cjts iu discolored marble. CIopo by tho river bank was his home, n log house weather boarded, that ho had built himself, He could so tho zigzag lino of the fence and the holly, hocks growing by the window. He had plant, ed them there two years ago, when ho mar ried littlo llelty Hill and brought her home. What those yiars had been to him he and Gexl knew. He was poor, but llelty had made him love his daily work. Ho was ig nurant, but Hetty had been his teacher. He wns rough, but Hetty wns fine. That for which nidi have Raniacked the ages, spoiled t'ji elitnci. had come to him pressed down nnd running over. And now Wrenching his mind from thnt horrible "now," lie threw back his thoughts to the early days of bis love and hers: "she nllays belongul to me. I learnt her ter swim nn' ler fish nn' ter row. Wo gathered hick'ry nuts iu tla same basket, an' I marked every sweet-gum tree sho wanted, so't not n boy iu Hopitield dared ter tech ono of 'em, I cut her name iu my nrm ; an' once I tool; a stlan' of her long black hair and sewed it over my henitsi) deep that the blood run every time that Idrnwiilthe needle out. Little hotly! Little Hetty : Was ther' ever a time I didn't love her? I toted her in my arms when she was u teinchy baby, an' I watched her year by year growni' purtler, an' straighter'u ft lap lin' iu the woods. She nevir growed very tall 1 on'y as high as my heart, she said. Sho had sich a purty way of sayiu' things! nim ble witli hi r tongue ns she was with her feet iu a reel." His lips parted with something like a smile. "Here is the buttermilk," said tho child's voice, "and the sugar-cakes too : but I had to ery for them." He started to his feet, and, taking the bowl, di.ink the milk thirstily, a faint color coming under his brow 11 skin. Hut he never took his eyts from the Hopefield shore; and ns he dniiue d th" last drop he saw three men walk ing rapidly down toward the river. Hisheart gave it wild hup ; tho bowl droptied from his hand. "They're on my traik," he said hoars ly. No use now to hurry across the city to hide in the slums: it was too Lite for that plan. Iu his pressing uetsl a sudden thought came to him of an old black woman who livid near. She had belonged to 11 minister's family iu Hopcliild. He hud known her nil his life; sho had made n pet of him, and would be. friend him now. He walked quickly out of the yard toward the hovel that Aunt Mtly called home. It was ft chance whttber he ever reaelud it, for he stopped at the steepest height of the bluff, and for one luad moment thought how easy it would be to crush out fear, remorse, agony, life, iu one short, sharp point of time. Hut he drew back aud walkttl on with long quick stips. Aunt Mel.v's house was poistd on the side of the bluff like a roekiug-stone. Hack of it was n struggling garden protected from the goats by a queir sort of fence mndo of nil the refuse stufl Aunt Mily could find broad plank and narrow pLiuks, old fence-rails, sticks of wood and brush-heaps. Of the house itself you lould not say that ono part was worse than another. It seemed to hang to. gelher by ntteuuated threads. Samson in his days of bilis and long-gowns could have brought it aliout his tars with a vig. orous infantine kill:. The chimney was re markable. It had been tlaubtd with mud and stuck ovtr with clay, nud 011 the outside Aunt Mely hnd nadtd a shining sheet of tin. The old woman was bustling about indoors whin a shadow nunc betweiu her and the sun. She looked up and saw it man's form in the doorway : "Lor' bhs.. my soul, Phil Vickers ! is dat you ? What's de matter wid you 'f" "Pin in great trouble, Aunt Mely. I waut you to help me hide me." "Hide you'? Why, what hev you been u-doiu' ?' He pusluil his way beside her into the room. She followtd him aud shut the door. "What have you done, Isiy ':" she repeated. "I've kilttd Tom Jink, if you must know." "Killtd Tom Jaik ! Phil Vickers, you God forsaken 11 ettur' ! what did you do tint for?" His eyes sparkled; he forgot his terror: his v oice rose to a shrill key and shook iu speaking . "Aunt Mely, tell me this . Have I bet 11 a good husband to Hitty Hill;" "Yis, vou have, Phil ; ionic what may, I'll always b'ar witness to dat." "I've loved her, Aunt Mely, aud ymi know it. Sho lay on my heart day an' night. I thought she was a true wife to me." "So sho was, Phil so she was. Many au' many's de time she's said ter me, 'My Phil's do sweetest,, kindest boy dat ever lived"' " He broke into a howl of anguish. "Now you bear what that counts up ter. I got home Monday night from a day's huntin' ; I had ft deer on my shoulder. It was the day befo' Mod-dy-Gras, you know; we was comin' across next day to seo the sights. I had been whist liu' loud, but I stopped when I got iu holler in' reaeh o' the house, and slipped to the win der to see what Littlo Hetty was doin'. An' thar, sho' as thur's u liviu' God, standin' by my wife, his arm around her waist, was a man ! Things swum befo' my eyes for ft mil), it j then the pine-knots blazed up an' I saw Tom Jack's face. 1 watched 'em. They were titlkin' aud Uughin' quite frien'ly, Tom btrut tiu' about like a danein'-jack. Then he comes up lo her ag'iu, pulls at her dress an' kisses her on the bare neck, she a-laughin' an' 0 struggliu' with him, as she'd done with me a thoiis.iu' times. I lifted my rifle, thnnkiu' God there was n load in it, an' shot. I'd as lief ha' hit 'em both ; but only Tom Jack dropped, nnd Littlo Hetty stood sireaniiu'over him un' wiingin' her ban's. I flung down my rifle nn' run to tho woods. I was thar all that night an' yesterday, walkin', walkin', till an other night come ; an' I swum the-river befo' sun-up this morniu'. "God forgive you, Phil! God forgive yon fo' yer sin!" "Sin, is it y sin to shoot a man who wants to reap n crop I've fenced in? Don't talk to 1110 about sin, old ill ly Mitchell!" "Thar! thar! poor boy! Don't look nt me bo wild. What km I do for you, houey '" "Whatever you do must be done soon," ho said sullenly. "I saw somo men leave Hope field as I started here; they must bo nearly across." "I ain't got n place ou de yeurth to hide you, Phil, 'thouteuyou kin git m do chimley ; they'll never think o' lookin'ihir. You kin keep iu all tliy, and steal off when night comes. I think you'd better take ter de woods ag'iu." "I won't do that not unless I want ler go blind crazy." "Seu'f you kin crawl iu de chimley. Dar ain't been no tire in it for n month o' Sundays. It smokes so bad I can't cook uothln'. You kin stan' up, an' I'll put ft cheer lu de fire place, uud pile it up witli uiy ola clo'cs ter liide yer legs." "Look out, Aunt Mely, an' bee if they're comin', " She opened the door cautiously : "I seo three men nt de hiudin', Phil, but dey aiil't a-comin' dis woy, Dey's struck across Front How." "They're off uiy track. They'll look for 1110 in the very slums I meant to hide in." "For all dat, dis ain't a safe placo fo' you, Phil," "Do you want to turn me out of your house i" "God forbid, you po' boy! Stay an' git what comfort you kin. Stretch yerself out on dat bed dar and try ter rest. I'll watch out fo' you." lie threw himself down and tried to sleep, but in vain. His blood began Uo burn and race in his veins 1 pnln struck nt him with n thousand whips, lie held his hands over his lnoutii to keep Himself from screaming nlouil. Toward noon ho heard, as from hmiip far-off place, Aunt Mely s voice : "Phil, honey, dey'ro comin' back." Ho sprang up aud thrust his head recklessly out of the door. "Git back, Phil," said the old woman sharply : "I kin tell yer nil dtr is to tell. Dey's stoppin' now nt a house on Promenade street. Dey's draw In' water at do well by do wooii-piie, an' n little gal is talliltr 10 item. "She u.ivo me some buttermilk this morn in' : she saw Iho way I como ; I'm nlostmau." "No, you ain'l. You jis' git right in do ciiiinley, nir 1 11 ill ni wnl 1 111 If elay como r nr. in' roun' ills house." lly the time ho was will In tho biding. placo me men nail turned toward Hie negro-quarter. Aunt Mely sat down nnd went to work unlet- ly ou a patchwork quilt, ready to receive them with proper surnriso and dignity. Hut when they came tho wmk fell from her hands, her skiu itirnoa asiien-gray, slio snook in every limb, for Tom Jack was the first man to burst into the room Tom Jack, strong In vlrilo nte, augry-cyoi, n long Knlte stucu tu liisnelt. Aunt Mely was n shrewd old soul ; she re covered herself quickly and said nothing. "Phil sartlnly shot somebody," sho thought. "an' I'll j(s' hoi' my tonguo till I seo how tilings is gwinc to turn out. " "Wher's Phil A'ickcrsi'" said Tom in n voice husky with passion. "Phil Vicktrs? Why, I ain't seed the boy seneo I went over to his housu 'bout ft week back to git a sdtin of eggs Missllctty'd been savin' up for me." "Now conic. Aunt Melv." said one of tho party good-hiimoredly, "you needn't lie. Lit. ue isauy l'ois saw linn come right in yer 1I0'. W left n p'licemitu huntin' him iu the city. an' wns on our way back to Hopefield when ihi' child told us wliar he were." "0 my foul, what's jsior Phil done dat you're all n-huntin' him like n pack o' houu's?" "Phil's had n little shootin'-atlair," said Hie good-natured man. "Who'd he shoot ?" "Who'd he slioot '!" cried Tom Jack. "The sweetest, nrigntesl creetur liio Jxinl ever made- my sister, Nancy Jack." In the dreadful silence tint followed n con vulsive, gasping sound wns heard. The next moment Phil Vickers sprang out, his hair nnd clonics covered witli mould like a spectre from tho grove. "Is this true, boysV Did I kin .Nancy .lack .' lie said iu a liarsli,. hollow voice. Jack sprung at him, his knife flashing iu the air. nut lie was caught and held hack hy one of the men with him : "Softly, Tom, softly ! Let Phil have fair play." "Pair play for a man who shot down my sister in cold blood jr" "As God sees me, Tom, I thought it was you kissin' little Hetty." "That's an nrgyiuent, Tom," said tho third man, who nail n long, snd face, and who lin gered over his words ns if ho wero patting them "that's an urgymeut as '11 go down wnn the Jury. It was night; you nu Nnuey are alike iu the face ; you've got 110 whiskers. you know, Tom. How was Phil to know that it was Nancy n-bhowin' h-rself off to Little Hetty, dressed up iu jour clo'es for a Moddy- iiras none as lie Heard ft curious change came over Phil. His knees began to shake pitiably, his body to collapse. He held out his hanii as if to sternly himself, and, grasping only nir, ho fill slowly to th- floor, sieving iu a stilled voice, "i.tt loin kin me : I unit lit to live. "The hangman will do it for me," said 10m with a snarl. "Is do po' galilead;-" said Aunt Melv. "No she ain't dead she ain't dead.viV," re joined the sad-fact d man. "We louldn't git 11 doctor yisterd.iy, de town wns iu such a swivct. Hut Dr. Taylor, he tome over j.is' night, an' is thar now. He ain't fouu' de bullet. He says Nancy's in a eosinotose slate. Now, while this talk was going ou some one ebe was crossing the river from Hopefield a sturdy little woman witli blick hair and eyes. She was seated in the exact centre of a knife-bottomed lioat that cut throuuh tho water fast as a bird dies. With her single oar nasiiiug into tno water on eitlfer side she made quick time neross the Mississippi ; and now she rnuie flying into Aunt Melj's tabin, a little vehement whirlwind of n creature witli a voice as high and sweet us n bird-note. "Oh! thank Goodness ! vour tire all here ! shecriiil brokinlj-. Then she caught Tom Jack's hand : "Oh. Tom. she is saved ! The doctor has fiiuud the bullet. He iojs she is all right now will need nothing but good nursing; an' mat, vou know, she 11 liav c. I won't leave her night nor day till she's 011 her iett ; and Little Hetty burst into tears, 111 whith perhaps all wanted to Join. "How'd you come here, chile t" said Aunt Mely. "I was so nnvious about Nancy that I couldn't think of anything else till the doe tor nan spoken, men my mintl mittru.-tul lue about Tom. I asked where he was, an' they told me he had taken his bow ie-kuif e nn' gone over to the city. I was afeared he had got on Phil's track. I jumped in the canoe nnd rushed over just blindly. Hut the first man I met on tho Flat said he'd seen somo Ilopefiild nun go into Aunt Mely's cnbin. So 1 came right here. Thank God for it ! thank God for it!" "It's a good tiling for Phil that Nancy '11 git well," remarked the sad man, slowlj- tear ing off n strip of tobacco from n ragged roll ; "the law can't do uothin' to him now, 'thouteu it shcts him up n while for 'saultnn' battery." "His account witli me ain't settid yet," said Tom Jack ominously. "Look to your self, Phil Vickers! Mood's got to pay for blood." "Oh, Tom! Toui!"critd Little Hetty, the tears streaming down her face, "forgive us. Wo didn't mean to do you any harm. Phil would ha' died a thousand deaths befo' he'd ha' harmed a hair of Nancy's head. Tom, no wife nor child nor sister will ever pray for you an' blebs yon as I will if you'll just shako hands friendly and saj', 'Phil, I pardon you.' Nancy would do it : 1 know she would. Oh, what cau I say to you ? I'll go on my knees to you, Tom." "Sho fell ou her knees nud lifted her warm, wet, beautiful eyes to Tom's face. "Get up, child," he said hoarsely. "I'll let him go, an' when Nancy's on her legs ag'iu I'll shake hands." He turned abruptly and left the house. Phil's head fell on his breast : "You'd bet ter have let him kill me, Littlo Hetty. I uiu't fit to be tho husband of such as you." Hut Littlo Hetty drew the tire'd head to her tender heart and looked defiantly round upou the others, ns if throwing nil the splendor of her faithful love between Phil and nny look of contempt or blnuie. SltmriMHl lionner in Ftliritury IJp)iineM'. A Haltimore correspondent saj's John Wilkes Booth's remains were reniovtd from Washington several years after tho war by his mother and brother, nnd brought to this city nud buried in Grocniuount, in the family lot. The lot is 11 very pretty one, the size about l."x'.'(l feet covered with a beautiful sod, aud enclosed with marble. In the centre of tho lot there is n very pretty monumeut of grauilo and marble, about fifteen feet high ; ou ono side there is au inscription to this effect ; Junius Brutus llooth. Horn May 1, 171X1. And on Iho opposite sldo : Died Nov, :;l, lS.TJ. Aud on another sldo is this inscription : To the memory of the children of Junius Hrutus and Mary Ann Hooth John Wilkes, Frederick, Elizabeth, salary Ann, Heurj' Hyrou, Not a Saint. There is n curious story told of St. Philip Neri, who was commissioned by the Pope to Inquire into tho truth of certain miracles alleged to havo been worked by a nun, St. Philip employed n very simple test. He resolved to ascertain whether tho nun had true humility, which, as one of tho cardinal virtues, must bo possessed by any one before ho or she cau receivo the gift of performing signs and wonders. Entering her cell with a pair of dirty boots on, he pulled them off, threw them nt her heud, uud ordered her to cleftn them. Vehement and shrilly expressed was tho indignation of the lady ; whereat St. Philipreportcd to hislloliness Hint a new saint had not arisen to edify the Church. The CWniill Migttilnt, An English Portrait at ism America.. Humorist The London World, which is publishing a series of pcn-portralts of "Celrbril es al Home," devoted a recent paper lo "Mark Twain at Harlfoid." It says 1 "Among those American authors who, be caitso they havo had tho courage lo cut loose from the nprou strings of England, have achieved tho greatest siiic-hs both at homo nud nbroad, Mark Twain is, in point of pop ularity, facile prlntcju. Those who only know him as tho nutlior of 'The Innocents Abroad' nud 'Houghing II,' arc apt to iinagino ho is a Llud of frontier joker, of Iho type with which Bret Harte has made us familiar. It may be that there is even yit 11 vague suspicion of Ibis bent although his external person cer tainly shows no trace of it. If you see him in his charming home at Hartford, iu tho val ley of tho Connecticut, surrounded with every object which taste and wealth can procure, you feel that such a conception hits been cr roneous. Tho mansion witli Its quaint old EnglWi architecture and its exquisite tiles and mosaics, the rich ferneries and half-tropi-oil hothouses, are no mere extraneous occu. mutations such ns any man of wealth might create, but a gradual aud organic outgrow th of the owner's mind, which gives you a de llgblful peep Into the inner recesses of Ids character. The main building, ns well as the stables, Is built of dark-red brick with dark brown trimmings, interspersed with inlaid de vices of scarltt-paiuted brick and black Greek patterns iu mosaic. Tho wholo has ft most novel and pleasing effect nothing gaudy and glaring, but all arranged with a rare nrtistic taste and ft strict regard for harmony in col ors and outlines. During tho summer tho outer window-sills nre draped witli hanging ferns nud bright liastttrtiums, nnd the wood work of the broad East Indian portico is half concealed by the foliago of ckimbering vines. Hut ns winter reigns Btipreme during n good many months of the year iu New England, Mark Twain has taken tare to provide him stlf with summer vistas even whilo Nature does not afford them. His library, the place where the owner is most frequently to bo found, opens into 11 miniature greenhouse, full of (all graceful ferns aud blooming tropi. cal plants. In the midst of all these luxuri ant exotics a fountain is constantly playing, shedding its spray over tho smooth white rocks nt its base, and under the glass ceiling hangs n Urge cngo in which a pair of Califor nia quails of brilliant plumnge spend n brief senson of happy captivity. Mark Twain can. not endure to bee any bird or beast which Na. ture intended for freedom imprisoned within the narrow bars of n cage, aud ho bought these quails Last winter from n boj-, meaning to set them at liberty in n neighboring forest as soou ns spring should arrive. "In the pleasant city of Hartford he hftB gathered about him a delightful circle of friends, authors, business men aud lawyers, to whom his hospitable doors are always open. And he is, indeed, the prince of entertainers. Sitting in his richlj-.furnishcd library, to whose beauty and nrtistic completeness half the lauds of Europe have contributed, ho will tell au nuecdotc. or discuss ft literary or social question with a calm directness nud earnest ness, revealing to j-ou nu entirely new side of his character, that has nothing in common with that which ho is wont to display to tho public who throng to his lectures. Even his drollest stories he relates with this same car nest impressiveucss, and with a face as seri ous as a sexton's. His ' rilliancy has a certain delightful quality which is almost too evanes cent to be imprisoned iu any one phrase. You have no oppressive consciousness that you nre expected to laugh; jou rather feel as if the talker liad unexpectedly taken you into his confidence, and you feel your heart going out toward him in return. Throughout his bouse Mark Twain has indulged liberally his taste for wood tints and quaint carvings. Each of the doors in tho library is surmount ed with carved cherubs and other biblical and mythical figures, spoils from some European pilgrimage. Iu his study on the second floor he rev els iu sphinxes nud griffins, whoso re clining bodies and capacious wings fashion themselves into luxurious lounges, easy chairs and sofas. The mantelpiece, with all its mag nificent superstructure, had once adorned an old English or Scottish country-seat, and Murk Twain was fortunats enough to pick it up uurmg one 01 ins many sojourns in Eng land. Amid these surroundiners Mark Twain spends tho timo between breakfast and din ner, composing with much serious reflection the sketches, novels nnd dramas which have shaken the American public with laughter. After dinner the chances nro that you will find him tranquilly smokiug tt cigar before tho tire iu the library, aud chatting leisurely with some friend, who addresses him plainly as ".Mark," as his nam fe plume persists in cling ing lo him lioth in his private aud public re lations. His real namo is Samuel L. Clemens. He is still a man iu the prime of life, being now about forty-tw o years old. His rich oud varied experiences iu the past as a western editor, gold-digger and pilot on the Mississip. pi, have stored his brain with abundant ma. terial for future works which have still to bo written. "Mark Twain is n man of middle height ; solidly built, but not stout ; his features are all of a clear massive modelling, and the pre vailing expression seems to bo resolute cour age aud determination. His upper lip is cov ered with a thick brown moustache, and tbe broad tcrritoiy of his forehead is usually en croached upon by his brown curly hair. His eyes are small and kecu, but are by no means lacking in kindliness and humor. In his whole bearing thcro is a frank cordiality that is very winning. He is tho father of two beautiful little girls of whom he is very proud j and like tho amiable prince of tradition ho takes much pleasure, amid tho serious busi ness of his life, in playing with these two charming princesses. His librarj- and his conversation testify to the excellence of his literary taste. Mark Twain is a devoted ad mirer of Macaulay, aud lias a habit of ever returning to him when tho higher literary pabulum of the daj" begins to pall upou his sense. Tho much-abused term, 'professional humorist' can hardly apply to Mark Twain. He is rather a constitutional humorist, be cause his mind is so fashioned that, in deal- ing with any subject whatever, the humorous point 01 view nrst aud most naturally presents itself to him. For all that he is very careful not to rush into publicity with a half-formed or half-peifectcd thought. His after-dinner speeches, which nre probably read by a great er number of men and women in America than any public document, tho President's message not excepted, would no doubt have been verj' good and very laughable even if they had been entirely impromptu; but tho careful aud critical revision to which he sub jects them before their public appearance cer tainly refines their quality. "When Mark Twain is not writing or mak. ing speeches he smokes, and if he feels any further need of recreation ho takes it iu play ing billiards. Iu the third story of his house there is au elegantly appointed billiard-room, where ho often spends au evening with threo or four masculine friends. Though ho keeps handsomo horses, housing them iu a superb stable, aud may bo seen daily driving through tlio city with a fine pair of bays, he is not much of a connoisseur of horseflesh or a sportsman. "In politics ho at first impresses you as an indiffiientist, with serhaps a leaning toward pessimism ; but if j u happen to touch cer tain chords which never fall to respond in an American bosom, you soon discover that your first impression was very reiuoto from the truth. Tho fact is, like many another thoughtful man, Mark Twain sees plainly the present and future in the United States, and accordingly he very little patience with the spread-eagleism and cheap declamations of contending politicians. Probably his political creed is not very different from that of tbe in dependents, n new aud still unorganized par tj which is daily growing among the citizens of tho great republic." Iu the valley of tho Kander. iu Switzer land, is au establishment where invalids re sort to Inhale the brSath of cows. There is a largo balon or parlor fitted up with a row of stalls for cows on either side, and in tho cen tre are placed sofas aud chairs on which the patients sit; and the external air belug ex cluded, they aro forced to take into their lungs the same air which has passed through those of tho cows, and which, in consenuence. is supposed to have acquired a hygienic aud cu ratlvo quality. 'i'iiitr.T .it.m'm Ait.tmt.tiiiN. As 0u Qurntc Couple Hold The Toron- to Globe saj s : "Two old people were told the other day nt tho church door of a parish 1 in Quebec, Incumbered witli n farm, to the highest bidder, They handed over their prop I rrty to their children, on condition that so long as tho old people lived those childsen ! should lodgo and board them, wash nnd mend 1 their clothing, furnish them witli outer gar j inetits and linen, shoes, and head-dresses, all 1 suitable to their condition ; take them to ell- vine servico on Sundays and renst elaj-s, and bring them home ( place ft hoivc and vehicle nt tin ir disposal on demand: fetch and fee tho priest nud doctor when desired 1 ltd 11 iu order tho best bed reserved for them until tho death of the survivor! allow them nccetsto all buildings and lands they may wish to cu ter ; satisfy all their necessary wants, spiritual or corporal, and in times of sickness furnish them with duo luxiii ics; nnd finally, at their death, bury them in tho pnrih ccmeti rj", pro vide nu ordinary funeral service and a me. niorial service at tho end of tho year, besides having 10 low masses chanted for Iho repose of theirsouls. Tho new possessors of Iho prop, erly foiled, and now the property is offered for salo subject to tho charges in tho deed of do nation. This is n very common pro. tice In Lower Canada, and many of the contracts lnado would be worth reproduction, if only to show how carefully old habitants, disj osing of their property, provido for such not un considered trifles as clay pipes and nutmegs." Tho Temperance Movement is Noktiiehn New YonK. Within tho thirI two months up ward of 70,(100 persons throughout Northern Now York have signed tho temperance pledge. All of theso were obtained through the agency of what is termed the blue-ribbon inov ement. Thoso advocating tho movementare distinct lecturers, each having n different pledge, and formlnj societies at tho close of their labors, with various terms to designate (hem. Fran cis Murphy, ftt Troy, calls those orgunizi d by him Gospel Temperance Christian Unions, while the others seem to generally adopt the term Itefomi Club. The lecturers include Francis Murphy nnd about n dozen helpers, including Clarenco C. nnd David O. Frost, two very successful workers, from Maine; Major Doutney, w ho held meetings iu Albany for several weeks, but who procured only about il.OOO names, and Col. John Vinton, who mado n lour of Washington County, ancl secured about 4,000 signatures to his pledge. The estimate of 70,000 includes about .".O.IKXI in Troy and adjacent villages, where Murphy and his colleagues labored; l.'.IKHI iu the Hudson Valley; 1:1,000 in tho Mohawk Valley, and 11!,000 throughout Washington, Itensse laer, and Warren Counties nnd among tho principal villages between Troy and North Adams. Tho work is yet going on nnd in creases iu enthusiasm daily. The liquor traf fic has become unprofitable, nnd no tecs than ,100 saloons are known to havo been closed up from the direct influence of these meetings. Tho Frost brothers make tho following show ing: Two thousand signatures at Hudson, l.WKi at Kiuderhook, .,,xm) nt Gloversville, .1. 800 nt Glenn's FnlLs, 1,800 nt Sandy Hill, ti' 000 at Cohoes, .'1,000 at Schenectady. Th e"S. arc now engaged at Fort Edward, where thej have secured 1,000 in four nights. The Alliance or hie Dana and Lonofel low IIocses, by the recent marriage of Pilch ard II. Dana, lid, to Edith Longfellow, is an event which naturally makes quite a stir at the Hub nnd in tho old college town. The Longfellow family has not been given to mar riage, although all the daughters nre lovely, and both of the sons very eligible sons-in-law for any ambitious mother, nnd Onslow, the eldest, has hitherto been the only one to wed. The poet's household is One of the happiest possible to imagine. Congenial tastes, com fortable and even luxurious surroundings, nnd the atmosphere of honor nnd literature ill which the family moves, make their home ouo which none of the children nre anxious to leave, although offers of proud alliance have not been wanting. Miss Edith, who has just broken from the charmed circle, is '.'."1 years old, of medium height, rather slight in form, and her dignified head is crowned with a we nlth of really golden hair hair such as pot Is are wont to rave over and fashionable (Linus to look upon with envy. Her husband is a ris ing young Liwj-er of iO, the third of the name now living. He is rather tall, fine-looking, and a Harvard man, of course. His grand, father's !IOth birthday was celebrated u few weeks ago, and judging from the appearance of tho old gentleman, it will bo many n yinr before the joung man or Kichard III,, ns his friends call him will be permitted to end his signature with n "Jr." The youug peo ple hnve been together from their youth up, and their love lias been a matter of the most natural growth. For n long time he has been looked upou as her especial attendant, and there wus consequentlj' but little surprise man ifested whfn it w as known that they had been formally engaged last winter. Little of flour ish or display attended the. ceremony, which occurred in the college chapel, aud was fob lowed by au evening reception at the poet's, Miss Edith's tastes being very practical. The youngest child of the poet is Miss Annie, re nowned nlreadj- for repartee and wit of the keenest, brightest kind. None of the chil dren have givcn.cvidcnce of having inherited their futher's poetical talent, but Alice, the eldest of the girls, is a writer of no mean power. Death or a Man Older than the Ameri can IlErunLic. It is seldom in these days that the life of man exceeds 100 years, but tho late Patrick Com'gan of No. Ti8 East Eighty, scventh-btreet, was an exceptional instance of longevity. Mr. Corrigan was bom in the Parish of Milan, near the town of Ferbane, in King's County, Ireland, in tho mouth of June. 177:.'. His father was. a fanuer. and young . Corrigan followed tho same calling up to the ago 01 olioui .a., wnen ne came to this coun try. Corrigan is said to have been n fine specimen of a man. IIo was feet 11 inches high, had au erect figure, well-bhaped body and limbs, aud was what is generally called n handsomo man. Corrigan's father lived to the ripo old age of 80 years, and after his death the son married tho daughter of a neigh boring farmer in comfortable circumstances. In the year 18:1(1 Patrick came to this country with his wife and child, aud for a time man aged to make n livelihood for his family. Soon after his arrival his wife died, and he then engaged in some building specu lations, which proved successful, and thence forward he prospered iu busiuess. His bon, Mr. Patrick Corrigan, was put to tho hard wore business when young, nud has now amassed property enough to keep him inde pendent of busiuess. With this sou old Mr. Corrigan lived up to tho day of his death, which occurred on Saturday last, after an ill ness of about three months. The present Mr. Corrigan says of his father that ho was a tem perate man not n total abstainer, but ho nev er drank to excess. IIo never used tobacco lu any bhane. Ho enloved throuch his nro. longed existence the most vigorous, robust health, never having any serious sickness or discus and possessing un extraordinary de. greo of strength up to his one hundredth year. About six yum ago ho observed his grandson, a lad of Hi years, and a comrado somewhat older, endeavoring to lift a largo box filled w itli earth, and seeing that it was beyond the strength of the two bids, thp old gentleman-went to their assistance, took tho box in his arms, aud carried it to tho other end of the garden without tho least apparent exertion. Ho retained possession of idl his faculties up to about eight years ago, when he was suddenly struck with paralysis of the right bide, the orgaus of speech being also af fected. His extraordinary vitality and vigor ous constitution carried him through, aud ha soou regained his former health and tho com plete restoration of tho parts paralyzed. About eight months ago ho began to get feeblo and was not able to go out of doors ; he could not use any solid food, though his teeth were all perfect, and required stimulants to sustain hid waning life ; but ho managed to bo about th. house up to thrco months ago, when ho took to ids Bed and gradually weukencd. Un Wednesday List he became unconscious and continued bo until Friday, when he again ral lied and became lucid, but on Saturday his long lifo came to a quiet end, nud as his sou, Mr, Corrigan, says, "ho blent into death," Ho was buried yesterday iu Calvary Cemetery, AT, ', Timet, 15(i imt. 1 uuBjBflBaavaMBnHBtt tmammmwmw if am w ii miii n ii us