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•v.-.-y E E A 5? 35.vn:wAX A- JIC^oxald. wrs.^x-.TON si'i:: s, o. ST. PETER AND THE BASKETS. St. PciiM- from ilio *huir of Koiivcn our day ISjium) two yoiniK anv'ci* on their happy way For tlit• Ih'vi time to see tin- world in May— liotli hearing baskets. They were to liriiijr i:iek llowers more fra grant far "Hum t'n]dii ur io-e and Momnin^r hawthorn air They were to l«rinjr the pniie c»f all the slur Hark in their baskets. The anwel of ihanstrivin.ir. full of irlee, Oomiei] a bijf hamper halt as l«ur as he Hul the collector of petition* ee With a small basket. When they roairiu-d. St. Venn*, as hoforo, ISat with his golden ke beside the door Hut ouch ap|M«ari'd :o he in trouble *ore About his basket. The anjrei of petitions bore a sack Oram full and hound uneouthly on his back Vol even then it seemed that he had lack Of bajr and basket. The nnji'e! o! hunks?ivin.p "Hut when bln^lied to fori The empty li^'httie^ of his mighty creel: -Hut there!' he muttered, turning on his heel To hide his basket. Then spoke St. Peter: "When ajrain you «-o On a prayer j-atherin^. vou will better know That men's petitions in the world below Kill a bijr basket. you irarhor tip I'or their i'or health restored. an'. thanks prayers well aiiSAvereu and pranks. forbidden oienuuii.rie«l Jianks, Take your smallest basket. —i.itHMl l)'en/.s. THE G0II»ES8 TCH1-XIU. A Beautiful Legend from Chinese Literature. In the quaint commentary accompany ing the text of that holy book of Lao-tseu called Aan-iiuj-//kn mav be found a little story so old that the name of the one who firs told it has been for gotten for a thousand years, yet so beau tiful that it lives -till in the memory of four hundred millions of people, like a prayer that, once learned, is forever re membered. The Chinese writer makes no mention of any city nor of any prov ince. although even in t!y- relation of the most ancient traditions such an omission is rare: we are only told that the name of the? hero (.if the legend was Tong-yong, and that he lived in the years of the great dynastv of Ilati, some twenty centuries ago. Tong-yong's mother had died while he was ycl an infant, and when he be came a youth of nineteen years his father also passed away, leaving him utterly alone in the world, and without resources of any sort, for, bcinsr a very poor man, longs father had put him self to great straits to educate the lad, and had not been able to lav by even one copper coin of his earnings. And Tong lamented greatly to find himself so destitute that he. could not honor the memory of that good father by havino the, customary rites of burial performed! anil a can on tomb erected upon a pro pitious site. he poor only are friends of the poor, and among alf those whom Tong knew there was no one able to as sist him in defraying the expenses of the funeral. In one way oulv could the youth obtain money— by selling himself as a slave to some rich cultivator, and tliis at last he decided to do. In vuin his friends did their utmost to dissuade hitn, and to 110 purpose did they attempt to delay the. accomplishment of his sac rifice by beguiling promises of future aid. Tong only replied that he would sell his freedom a hundred times, if it were possible, rather than suffer his father memory to remain unhonored even for a brief season. And further more. confiding in his vouth and strength, he determined to'put a high price upon his servitude—a price that would enable him to build a handsome tomb, but which it would be well-nio-h impossible for him ever to repav, and thereby repurchase his freedom. Accordingly he repaired to the broad public place where slaves and debtors were exposed for sale, and seated him self upon a bench of stone, having aflixed to his shoulders a placard in™ scribed with the terms of his servitude and the list of his qualifications as a laborer. Many who read the characters upon the. placard smiled disdainfully at the price asked, and passed on without a word others lingered only to question him out of simple curiosity: some com mended him with hollow praise some openly mocked his unselfishness and laughed at his childish piety. Thus many hours wearily passed, and Tong had almost despaired of finding a ma£ tor, when there rode up a high official of the province, a grave and handsome man, lord of a thousand slaves and owner of vast estates. Reining in his Tartar horse, the official halted to read the placard ami to consider the value of the slave. He did not smile, or advise, or utter any questions but having ob served the price asked and the tine strong limbs of the youth, purchased him with out further ado. merely ordering his at tendant to pay the sum and to see that the necessary papers were made out. Thus Tong found himself enabled to fulfill the wish of his heart, and to have monument built which, although of small size, was destined to delight the •eyes of all who beheld it, designed by cunning artists and executed by skillful scuFptors. And while it wasyctdesign ed only, the pious rites were performed, the silver coin was placed in the mouth •of the dead, the white lanterns were ijn ig at tin' door, the holy prayers were jveiird. and paper .--liapcs of all things the departed might need in the land of the Genii were consumed in consecrated lire. And after me geomancers and the necromancers had chosen a burial spot which no unlucky star could shine upon, a place of rest which no demon or dragon might ever disturb, the beautiful *ki!i was built. Then was the phantom money strewn along the way, and the funeral procession departed from the dwelling of the dead, and with prayers and lamentation the mortal remains of Tong's good father were borne to the tomb. Then Tong entered as a slave into the service of his purchaser, who allotted inim a little hut to dwell in and thither Tong carried with him those wooden tablets, bearing the ancestral names,be fore which filial piety must daily burn the incense of prayer, and perform the t:der duties of family worship. Thrice had spring perfumed the breast of the land with flowers, and thrice had been celebrated that festival of the dead which Sin-fanti. and thrice had Tong swept and garnished his father's tomb, presented his fivefold offering of tsand meats. The period of monvn had passed, yet he had not ceased to mourn for his parent. The years re volved with their moons, bringing him no hour of joy. no day of happv rest, yet he never relented his servitude, or faii»«i to perform the. rites of ancestral worship, until at last the fever of the rice tields laid strong hold upon him. and he could not arise from his couch, and his fellow-laborers thought him des tined to die. There was no one to wait upon him, no one to care for his needs, inasmuch as slaves anil servants were wholly busied with the duties of the household or the labor of the lields, all departing to toil at sunrise, and return ing weary only after the sundown. :\tul frui ing Now while the sick youth slu inhered the fitful slumber of exhaustion one. sul try noon, he dreamed that a strange and beautiful woman stood by him, and bent above him and touched his forehead with the long fine fingers cf her shapely hand. And at her cool touch a weird sweet shock passed through him. and all his veins tingled as if thrilled by new life. Opening his eyes in won der. he saw verily bending over him the charming being of whom he had dreamed, and he knew that her live hand really caressed his throbbing forehead. Hut the flame of the fever was gone, a delicious coolness now penetrated every fibre of his body, and the thrill of which he had dreamed still tingled in his blood like a great joy. Even at.thc same mo ment the eyes of the gentle visitor met his own. and he saw they were singu larly beautiful, and shone'like splendid black jewels under brows curved like the wings of a swallow. Yet their calm ga/.e seemed to pass through him as light through a crystal: and a vague awe came upon him, so that the ques tion which had risen to his lips found no utterance. Then she, still caressing him, smiled and said: "I have come to restore thy strength, and to be thy wife. Arise and worship with me.1' Her clear voice had tones melodious as a bird's song, but in her gaze there was an imperious power which Tong felt he dare not resist. Rising from his couch, he was astounded to tind his strength wholly restored: but the cool slender hand which held his own led him away so swiftly that he had little time for amazement. He would have given years of existence for courage to speak of his misery, to declare his utter inability to maintain a wife: but some thing irresistible in the long dark eves of his companion forbade him to speak, and, as though his inmost thought had been discerned by that wondrous gaze, she said to him, in the same clear voice: "I will provide." Then shame made him blush at the thought of his wretched aspect and tattered apparel but he ob served that she also was poorly attired, like a woman of the people, wearing no ornament of any sort, nor even shoes upon her feet. And before he had yet spoken to her they came before the an cestral tablets, and there she knelt with him and prayed, and pledged him in a cup of wine—brought he knew not from wlicnce—and together they worshipped heaven and earth. Thus site became his wife. A strange marriage, it seemed for neither on that day nor at any future time could Tong venture to ask his wife the name of her family, or of the place wlicnce she came, and he could not an swer any of the curious questions which his fellow-laborers put to him concern ing tier and she, moreover, never utter ed a word about herself, except to say that her name was Tchi. But although Tong had such awe of her that while her eyes were upon him he was as one having 110 will of his own,he loved her unspeak ably, and the thought of his serfdom ceased to weigh upon him from the hour of his marriage. As though magic the little dwelling had become transformed its misery was masked with charming paper devices, with dainty decorations created out of nothing by that pretty jugglery of which woman only knows the secret. Each morning at dawn the young hus band found a well-prepared and ample repast awaiting him, and each evening also upon his return but the wife all day sat at her loom, weaving silk after a fashion unlike anything which had ever been seen before in that province. For as she wove, the silk flowed from the loom like a slow current of glossy gold, bearing upon its undulation's strange forms of violet and crimson and jewel green, shapes of ghostly horsemen riding upon horses, and of phantom chariots dragon-drawn, and of standards of ti ailingcloud. In every dragon beard glimmered the mystic pearl: in every rider's helmet, sparkled the gem of rank. And each day Tclii would weave a great piece of such figured silk, and the fame of her weaving spread abroad. From far and near people thronged to see the marvelous Nvork, anil the silk merchants of great cities heard of it, and they sent messengers to Tchi, asking her that she should weave for them and teach them her secret. Then she wove for them, as they desired, in return for the silver cubes which they brought her but when they prayed her to teach them, she laughed and said: "Assuredly I could never teach you, for no one among you has fingers like mine." And indeed 110 man could discern her fingers when she wove, any more than lie might be hold the wings of a bee vibrating in swift flight. The seasons passed, and Tong never knew want, so well did his beautiful wife fulfill her promise, wilt pro vide," and the cubes of bright silver brought by the silk merchants were piled up higher and higher in the great carven chest which Tchi had bought for the storage of the household goods. One morning, at last, when Tong, having linished his repast, was about to depart to the lields, Tchi unexpectedly bade him remain, and opening the great gave him a the official charac- chest, she took out of it and document written tors called li-chu. And Ton g, looking at it, cried out and leaped in his joy, for it was the asrtUicate of his manumis sion. Telii had secretly purchased her husband's freedom with the price of her wondrous silks. "Thou shalt labor no more for any! master," she said, "but for thy own wake only. And I have also bought this! dwelling, with all which is therein, audi the tea lields to the south, and the mul-i berry groves hard by, all of which are thine.-' Then Tong, beside himself with grate-, fulness, would ha\ prostrated himself, in worship before her, but that she would not suffer it. Thus he was made free, and prosperi ty came, to him with his freedom, and whatsoever he gave to the sacred earth was returned to him centupled, and his servants loved him and blessed the beautiful Tchi, so silent, and yet so kind ly *0 all about her. But the silk-loom soon remained untouched, for Tchi gave, birth to a son—a boy so beautiful that Tong wept with delight when lie looked upon him. And thereafter the wife de voted herself wholly to the care of tUtt child. Now it soon became manifest that the boy was not less wonderful than his wonderful mother. In the third month of his age he could speak: in the seventh month he could repeat by heart the proverbs of the sages and recite the holy prayers: before the eleventh month he could use the writing-brush with skill, and copy in shapely characters the precepts of Lao-lsciV.' And the priests of the temples came to behold him and to converse with him, and they marvelled at the charm of the child and the wisdom of what lie said, and they blessed Tong, saying: "Surely this son of thine is a gift from the" Master of Heaven, a sign that the immortals love thee. May thine eyes behold a hundred happy summers!" It was in the Period of the Eleventh Moon the flowers had passed away, the perfume of the summer had flown, tho winds were growing chill, and in Tong's home the evening fires were lighted. Long the husband and wife satin the mellow glow, lie speaking much of his hopes and joys, and of his son that was to be so grand a man, and of many pa ternal projects, while she, speaking lit tle, listened to his words, and often turned her wonderful eyes upon him with an answering smile. Never had she seemed so beautiful before and Tong, watching her face, marked not now the night waned, not' how the fire sank low, nor how the wind sang in the leafless trees without. All suddenly Tchi arose without speaking, and took his hand in hers and led him—gently as on that strange wed ding morning—to the cradle where their boy slumbered, faintly smiling in his dreams. And in that moment there came upon Tong the same strange, fear that he knew when Tchi's eves had first met his own—the vague fear that love and trust had calmed, but never wholly cast out, like untcPthe fear of the gods. And all unknowingly, like one yielding to the pressure of mighty invisible hands* he bowed himself low before her, kneel ing as to a divinity. Now when he lifted his eyes again to her face, I10 closed them forthwith in awe, for she towered beforo him taller than any mortal woman, and there was a glow "about her as of sen beams, and the light of her limbs shown through her garments. But her sweet voice came to him with all the tender ness of other hours, saying: "Lo! my beloved, the hour has come in which I must leave thee for I was never of mor tal born, and tlie Invisible may incar nate themselves for the time only. Yet I leave with thee the pledge of our lave —the fair son who shall ever be to thee as faithful and as fond as thou thyself has been. Know, my beloved, that I was sent to thee even" by the Master of Heaven, in reward of thy tilial pietv. and that I must now return to the "lory of His house—I am the Goddess Tchi-Niu." Even as she ceased to speak, the great glow faded out and Tong. re-opening his eves, knew that she had passed away forever—mysteriously as pass the winds of heaven, irrevocably as the light of a flame blown out. Yet all the doors were barred, all the windows unopened. Still the child slept, smiling strangely in his sleep. Outside the darkness was breaking the sky was brightening swiftly the night was past. With splendid majesty tho east threw open high gates of gold for tho coming of the sun and illuminated by his coming, the vapors of morning wrought themselves into marvelous shapes of shifting colors —into forms weirdly beautiful as the silken dreams woven in the loom ol Tchi Niu.—Harper's Bazar. —Miss Alice Fletcher, tho student of Indian household customs, says that among the Sioux, when one family bor rows a kettle from another it is expected that when the kettle is returned a small rtion of the food that has been cooked it will be left in the bottom. The language has a particular word to des ignate this remnant. "Should that cus tom be disregarded by any one, that person would never be able to borrow again, as the owner must alwavs know what was cooked in her kettle." A white woman, on one occasion, returned a scoured kettle, intending to teach a lesson in cleanliness but her act became the ttilk of the camp as a fresh example of the meanness of whites.—N. Y. lltrald. in —An Eastern paper tells a curious story in connection with Miss Annie Pixley, the actress. Once when she was playing in Idaho she wanted a real live baby to appear on the stage. She got one from a Maine-born woman liyinvin the Idaho town where the play was pro duced. The baby cooed anil behaved splendidly 011 the stage, and the rough miners were mightily tickled. A dozen years passed and the baby grew to be a lovely miss. Recently the girl and her parents visited Bangor and saw Miss Pixley in the same play. The meeting was mutually pleasant., anil old times and scenes in the West were gone over, which kept the party in good humor for several hours.—Chicago Tribune. —The old-fashioned spinning wheel was introduced a short time ago into the Isle of Man Insane Asylum, with the idea of amusing the pi.'.ients. The latter seemed delighted that they could in this way contribute to their support, and bee.'iiue so absorbed in their new occupation that their nervous symptoms no longer predominated, A3 l)r. Rich ardson, the medical superintendent, ex pressed it, the direction of the nervous force was ehauged, and their condition improved. The experiment is to be tried iu other asylums. A BOSTON LYRIC. •When the winter morn is br°nkinir over land scapes white with snow And ihe cold has s**vit the mercury down to ten or twelve below When the boarders, shiveriny, rise from bed and quickly don their clothes And hurry to the parlor stove 10 thnwtholr Ireezinjr toes When people who must be at work by seven clock or so With irlovcd hands shield their ears as thronyh the Icy streets they Whea thceans of milk uro frozen thai are standing at the door. Ami everybody says it never was jo cold be loro— Then tho fair and gentle maiden from her slumber sound awakes, But no attempt to leave the couch—so snug* and wann--yhe makes. She t'cels she not quite rested. All day yes terday she shopped. Ami skated at the riiiK last night until she marly dropped. I'll take another nap," she suvs, the beauti ful younjr lady. A meantime ma will light the tire and get -'the breakfast ready," —Ifoston Courier. THE PATIENT OX. ••Sammy Tu«?ker" ICxperJenee with a Voke of Steer*—A Log-Mauling Expedi tion Which .Speaks for Itself—Fun In tlie M'oodN. have never before written an article for publication, but will attempt to give my experience as briefly as possible. 1 have lived on a farm all my life and have worked all sorts of horses and mules, but not lonsj ago I tried a yoke of cattle. Yes, I just tried them one day, and if 1 know myself I will never try it .again. A mule can kick tho life out of a fellow in three seconds, and a bronco can buck you higher than .1 treotop and be half a mile from the spot when you come down but that is a quick, easy death beside being killed by degrees. When a mule or bronco takes a notion to slay his victim lie does it out right But tlie ox will drag you through tho thick brush all day by one leg, or knock you down and drag a sixteen-foot saw-log across both legs, and then stand there three days and nights without food and water, until lie is sure his victim is dead. Some people may think I sneak a little hard of those faithful, obedient animals, as they are sometimes called, but I speak from experience. Oh, how I hate them! But I will now try to explain to you how I ever attempted to work a yoke of oxen. You see I'ncle Bill Lovcheart, that is who 1 live with, alers wants me to be at THE KXl'KDITIOrS ML'I.E. work at something, he says idol hands finds mischief. So the other morning he gave me my choice to cut out fence corners, or haul logs for the old man white, of corse I chose the latter as it would be much easyer work handling logs with a yoke of slow, lazy cat tle than cutting out fence corners with a big old dull heavy brush cythe while the mercury was one hundred degrees above zsro. Old Bob White gave me a Big yoke of red cattle to work, and I don't believe they was ever yoked up Before, or at any rate they didn't act like it. The timber from which I was to haul the logs was situated about half a mile from the saw mill and it took me a good three hours to drive from the mill to the timber. I got t.ieir at last though, and finding a nice open spot I left my wagon and proceeded to tnake tlie logs out of the braisli with the cattle. 1 found a small cotton wood log and after some lively whipping I managed to get close enough to tie one end of a large rope around the little end of the log. 1 had 1:0 chain and I was compelled to tie the rope in a running noose. By this time the cattle was getting their B.'ood up and so was I. The Mercury s!ood at a hundred and I stood at one hun dred and lil ty. 1 started them up and tliey went of the opposite direction from where I had left my wagon. In trying to turn them the rope slipped olf, and forgetting myself. I grabbed at the rope, and in so doing I stoped my foot right in tlie running noose. 1 had 011 a pair of stiff, stogy Boots and tlie rope drew so tight around my ancle that it almost stopped the Blood from circulating. I was thrown flat 011 my Back quicker than one could count three, and away tliey went over logs, Brush, stumps and some of the wourst Briers that ever disgraced a civilized country. I made several attempts to grab the rope, but with out success. The great iroodnoss thought I, how will I ever get loose, will tlie tarnell old fools take me back to the mill, or will tiiey just ramble around over the woods all •lay. 1 looked up to see what direction they were traveling in, and I saw to my horror and dismay that they were traveling in a westerly direction, while the saw mill wa.s south. Yes, they were going West, GOING WEST. how far West tliey were going to go I didn't know, nor but little did care if I could only get loose. From the direction that they were, now going if not molested they would certingly in the corse of five or six weeks reach Utah but who wanted to be dragged for six weeks by one leg? A large treetop was soon reached and the cattle was comepelled to change their course. They now chose a northern direction, and went off just as fast as their old stiff legs would carry them. As have heretofore stated that the weather was enconiuly warm and perhaps the cattle had taken a fool notion to visit Northern Minnesota or tlie Dominion of Can ada and spend a few weens of the hot weather Just as people sometimes do, but wl latevor induced them to want to take me along? By this time my clothes was about all gone, and my hide and llesh was begin ning to disappear with tlieiii. Every bush I iiiH would pass it would throw its twigs around me and hold 011 just as if was one of its dearest friends, and it wanted to save me 110111 some awful fate which awaited me. The rose brire and thorny red haw would strike me in the face, catch me by tho back of tlie head and hold on as if trying to tear me loose at all hazards, and when com pelled to let go it would take out a lock of 111 hair to remember me by. 1 only wish I could describe to you the agony of those dreadful moments, which seemed to me like long hours. Bryant says to en deavor to speak or write without a good supply of words is as absurd as to endeavor to till the earth without the necessary implements, or to build a house without sutlicient material. But words can never describe my feelings. All this time I was screaming for help and cursing the cattle A GOOD SAMATlTTAX. I raised my head and looked to see when* we were going. The cattle was just reach ing an openiue in the woods, tho opening proved to be a clearing made by some one, and I now began to think how much easyer it would be dragging over cleared ground than through the thick Brush. But I soon found out different The ground had been lately cleared by some scamp, who had cut every stub about three inches high. I had not went more than half way across tho clearing when some one yelled out: "Hear, what is the matter ever their?'' and the next instant an old man came running across the woods making the brush crack. After releasing my foot the old man tied my bleeding remains up in an old table cloth and carried me to his house where medical aid was summoned. 1 relate this story as one of the narrowest risks of my life. But tlie most singular thing about this story is that the cattle has never been seen since, and now old Bob white wants nie to work for him one year to pay for tlie stears. You see when that old man re leased my foot from the liantle he just left the cattle go where they pleased. 1 told tlie old man white where I thought tliey were going. "Sammy Tuclicr," in Peek's Sun. HE FIXED HIM. How a Shrewd HitKhaiul Itomovcil a Tramp flrom Ills Premises. "Who's that at the kitchem door?" asked Mr. Jollikin of his young wife, last Sund«y» i"st after breakfast. "It's a tramp, and I'm bothered to death with them," she replied, as she got up to go after the visitor. "Wait a minute, my dear," said her hus band, "I'll fix him so ho won't trouble you any more." "That's a darling husband," she said, lovingly. "You are always ready to help me and to say pleasant things to me." He kissed her and went out and in five minutes lie returned. "Well," queried his wife, "did you fix him?" "Yes I gave him something to eat." "Why, you shouldn't have done that He'll be sure to come right back and worry me more than ever," she said, petulantly. "Oh, 110 he won't, love. I irave him a pocketful of those biscuits you made for breakfast." —Merchant Traveler. 1) A It WIN ISM. v—\ As exemplified by the iatter-dny ilud® and his shadow.—Sam. THE NEXT THING TO IT. It Wasn't Fire or Murder, ljut a Catas* t.rophv Kijually as Greut. A woman ran out of a house 011 Beau bien street the other day crying "fire" as loud as she could yell. A pedestrian who was passing by sprang up the steps and into the hall, and, being unable to sen or smell smoke, he turned to tlie gasping and excited woman and asked: Where is the. tire? I can't see auy signs of one." I—I didn't mean fire! 1—I uieaut murder!" she replied. is there a man in the house?" "No, sir." Who tried to murder you?'' "Oh, I didn't mean murder, I guess: but the awfulest, biggest rat you ever sot eyes on chased our cat across the kitchen and then stood and g-lared at me like a tiger thirsting for blood! Oh! sir, you'd better turn in a lire alarm and let 'em kick in all tlie doors and break in all the windows and Hood tho house. The rat must be killed before he commits some ter rible deed!"—Detroit 1'rcc Press. A 'Change Yarn. Talk about your Kansas corn," said a short-necked bull-dozer on 'Cliango the other day it's nothing to some my lather raised one time when I was a little boy. That was corn, and 110 mistake about it." Tell us about it," said a man with a sandy goatee, to whom tlie remark had ap parently been addressed. Where the old man got the seed, I don't just know but I remember he only had a few grains of it enough for a hill or two. He planted it in the garden, and drove a stake iu the ground alongside of the hill, so he would know where to look for it. Well, sir, I never saw corn grow like that did. It seemed to fairly jump along, and I never knew anything to yield like it before or since. Every stalk had live big ears on it and there was three good-sized nubbins 011 the stake, and it wasn't a very good season for corn either."—Chicago Ledijer. An Idle Youth* "I think," said Colonel Fiazletop, "that Johnny is getting to be too trifling for any thing. lie is tlie laziest boy in Austin." "That may be, but he gets up at six o'clock iu the morning, I notice," replied Mrs. Fizzletop. 1 "O, he does that so lie can have more I tiuie to loaf."—'l'exua Stftinqa. ACTRESSES. Tliclr First Appi-amnre ITpon tlie Stage ln ICllRlillKl. Thoro seems no doubt that actresses did not perform on the stage till the Kestoration, in the earliest years of which l'epys says for the first time he saw an actress upon tho stage. Charles II. must have brought the usage from the Continent, where women had lon* been employed instead of bovs or youths in the representation of female characters. Corvat, in his "Crudities on Travels," 1(111, as Mr. Lee says, saw actresses performing on the sta*e at Venice. John Chamberlain, in aTetter to Dudley Carleton, 1G02, relates a hoax or swindle played upon the pub lic by a person who proposed, at a high price of entrance, to exhibit actresses in a theater. Chamberlain ventures to think he had heard of actresses before in England. Mr. Lee says women did perform in masques which were played before royalty or among the aristoc racy by persons of nobilitv. Henrv VIII, is mentioned in tho "Chronicles" of Ilall, 1512, as having introduced masques into England and having taken apart in them himself. Edward III., however, is said to have given a pioccdent to the dramatic masque which llourished during the sixteenth century in England. Masques are said to have been taken from Italy. Henry Y-V !t, a ^l,a,)isl1 w'fe who partici pated in them, may, however, have been adopting the manners of Spain and Portugal. Instances of women acting in plays and of royal personages tak ing their part in them are afforded in Portugal by Gil Vicente, who in the be ginning of tho sixteenth centurv wrote dramas in the Castilian languages which gave rise to the Spanish theater and anticipated Lope de Vega and Shakespeare by nearly a century. It is related to him: "His plavs were en actcil at the Court of King Emmanuel, and tho first of them was performed in 1504. Tliev had great success, which increased during the reign of Emnian el's successor. John III., who often played a part in them. It appears that Gil Vicente acted himself in his dramas, and it is certain that his daugh ter Paula (ladv of honor to a royal Princess) was the first dramatic per former of her time in Portugal." Gil Vicente wrote autos or religious plays, comedies, tragic-comcdics aud farccs. Being the only dramatic author of his time, he gained a European reputation, and Erasmus learned Portuguese in or der to read his works. It appears, therefore, that in 10U2 the public were not averse to seeing actresses on the stage, as in their disappointment tliey wreaked vengeance on the furniture of the theater, breaking to picces what was in it. This was difl'ercnt from what happened nearly thirty years afterward, in l(i29, when, as Mr. Col lier relates, a French company wer« not permitted by the public to perform because they had actresses to filS women's parts.—Notes and Queries. THE BANK BURGLAR. A^Clasft of Crlminiils That Will Disappeav Kntireiy In t!»« »ar Future. "There are many men in New York City who could formerly boast of a pe culiar distinction, that arc now desig nated in police circles as members ol the 'Order of Lost Nerves,' said De tective Hilly Pinkerton yesterday. "They were once the flowers of the profession of crooks, but long terms ol imprisonment took the sand all out o! them." "What is the real cause of the de pression in the bank-burgling indus try?" "The decay of the bank burglar, chiefly, though the improvement in safes may have had some influence. Still, mechanical safeguards would not be so efl'eetivo as they seem to be if the bank robbers of to-day had the inge nuity of those of former times. But now you can count on your finger nails all the lirst-class burglars of that grade who are not dead, in prison for long terms, or nerveless because of long im prisonment. There are just as many burglars as ever, but the genius of the profession appears to have died out. There are no such men now as Scott and Dunlap, the Northampton bank robbers Joe Howard, Hope and Brady, and Johnny Dobbs. Of these, Scott, is dead, Dunlap is serv ing a long sentence in Massachusetts, and so is Dobbs: our people convicted Joe Howard 111 Coklwater, Mich. Brady is doing seventeeu years in New York: Hope is in San Quentin for an attempted robbery in San Francisco big Frank McCoy is a race-track 'tout* and a 'bum' in New York, and so tho record could be filled up for pages." "Do you anticipate a revival of high er grades of burglary?'' "No it will never occur. The ris ing generation of thieves is destitute of the intelligence necessary to make tho exact plans and close calculations without which it is foolish to attempt to rob a bank. They are naturally and professionally of a grade too low for the business. Then they get 110 en couragement from the old-timers who are living out of prison. Such men, after serving long terms, have no heart for stealing. The best proof that bank burglars 110 longer exercise much influence on tho fears of capitalists is to be found in the fact that our agency lias been for some time arranging for the employment of its operatives in other lields. So far as the bank burglars are concerned, there is, prac tically, nothing for us to do, and as the race is rapidly becoming extinct this feature of our business promises to dis appear entirely before long."—Chicago Hews. —The geological survey o? New Jer sey has proved that by sinking wells many of flic cities and towns in tho northern and central parts of the State cau procure a good water supply, which most of them now lack. At a depth of five hundred feet water flows copiously. —Newark Register. —A young man who has been for eleven years a bootblack in Castle Garden sent out engraved invitations to his wedding, which took place re cently in the Ueth-IIamcdrash Syna gogue, Now York.—N. Y. Graphic.