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•jnETRBAM.* BYSAMOTEL W. DCTTECA 'When days are bright and hope is higtu When sun and wind aie sweet, Tlie little ripples dart and fly And gladden at my feet. And ships far off go sailing by In some white-winged fleet. My heart is light; I langh and sing As by myself I go: Mv thought-, like gull’ on lazy wing, Move purely to and fro. „< I lack not then for anything Which nature can bestow. But if, against that dimmest verge Which joins the sky and sea Some huge, dark hand begins to urge Th- w; ters wratbfully. They sweep, in swiftty rising surgo. Through n. y eternity. And yet to-morrow to the sand The little bird will come; To-mo row will he w.irm and bland, O’er wreaths of perished foam And weed and she'l flung up to land, Will meet me as I roam. O soul of m'nei, thou art a sea By whidli I love to stray— A broktn-edged eternity To lift me when 1 play. Why should I shun the agony Which gives n.e joy to-day? 'O soul of mine! thou hide it well The secrbts of thy breast; I only know by wee 1 or shell The distant and the best. 1 bless the tide whose pulses teT That after storm is rest.

THE WRECKER’S DAUGHTER.

BY M. CROSSE FARLEY.

“You hear that, do you, madam!'” asked the guard in alow tone, as the fitful sound stole over the rolling water. “It is arf*oinen of evil, and we must heed it, we must return at once.” “Pshaw!” I exclaimed, carelessly. “How superstitious you coast people are. I w ould not miss this sunset for anything. It is only the simple tolling of a bell somewhere near us that you hear.” The old man glanced uneasily off over the glittering waves. Far away, small clouds began to pile themselves up in a long blapk line against the horizon, and a flock of gulls, that had been idly floating in the a r, now went circling and wheeling and screaming over the broad expai se of troubled sea around us. “For sixty years, madam,” he retorted, with a sort of nervous determination, “I’ve lived on this coast, and I know by this time that, when the toll es that bell is heard, there is sure to be trouble on the sea. ” “Nonsense!” said I, laughing heartily, “I’ll risk it if you will. ” He shook his head. “No, rid. God forbid it!” he said, turning the boat about and making for the shore. “Terrible things have happened here, and if there was not a cloud in sight nor the ghost of a sigh in the breeze, yet if that bell tolled I should make for a safe haven. It means trouble, storm and shipwreck.” And the obstinate old man shook his grizzled head with a gravity that impressed me, in spite of my disappointment. The wind, which had been gradually rising as lie spoke, now came in • uneasy gusts upon the waters, piling the waves up higher and higher and making ’our frail boat rock as if it were bewitched, while above the tremulous roar of the sea and the shrill scream of the gulls, as they swept in eddying circles over our heads, came the measured stroke of the mysterious bell. “It is St. Quentyn’s,” said the old man, in an awed tone, ait if in reply to my mute query. “Not St. Quentyn’s-on-the-Point,” exclaimed I, in astonishment. “Why, man, you’re crazy. St. Quentyn’s is only an old ruin. I saw it yesterday, and nothing much is left of it shve the tower, and even that is crumbling down. The bell itself is covered with rust and looks as if it hadn’t been rung in a century.” “It is the same, however,” he persisted, as he sent the boat forward with long strokes. “It is that which warns us. No man pulls the rope, indeed, there is no rope to pull; no one is ever seen about the ruin, yet, surely as a great storm comes up, you may hear that bell toll. It has been so through my time, and my father’s time before me, and for years before that. St. Quentyn’s bell is haunted, ma’am, and has been, so the story goes, since the tine of Wolfgang, the wrecker, a hundred years ago..” I laughed at this piece of news. Haunted things, I did not believe in, much less, a reputed “haunted bell.” Still, I could not deny, that it was very singular of the old rust-covered bell at St. Quentyn’s, which I had seen the day before swinging, high up in the ruined belfry of what once had been a monastery, should sound a note of warning to mariners upon the sea. “You shall tell me the story,” I said, “if we ever reach the shore again.. It must-be worth hearing, even if I do not quite believe its genu nentss.” As the frail bark leaped on the crest of a wave to safe landing on the graveled beach, a flash of lightning, followed by a peal of thunder, told that the storm was indeed upon us.

A little later, with the thunder of the sea ringing in my ears, I listened to the story of St. Quentyn’s-on-the-Point. It was here, on this coast, more than a hundred years ago, if our dates are correct, began the old ex-coast guard, that Wyndert Wolfgang and his band Qf rovers established themselves and engaged in the wicked business of alluring ships to this beach, for the sake qf plundering them. Many is the strong vessel that, attracted by the beacon fires lighted on St. Quentyn’s Point, has gone to pieces on the hidden rocks, and Wolfgang and his freebooters, grew rich and powerful on the spoils. Well, after a time, there came along a Spanish galleon, driven out of ! her course by adverse winds, and with the doubloons and bars of gold, and chests of silks, with which she was loaded, was a greater treasure to the mind of the wrecker chief, than all else put together. The daughter of a rich old Spanish Don, was a passenger on the luckless ship, and fell a prey to the rapacious freebooter. For the first time, he felt his bosom filled with the torturing fires of love, and he conducted his wooing in the bold, tempestuous fashion, natural to him. At St. Quentyn’s, then, lived a pious priest, and when the unhappy donna discovered the fate in store for her, she fell upon her knees and prayed Wolfgang to send for him and have the marriage solemnized according to the terms c£ her church. Nothing loth, he complied with her request; and so, clothed in costly apparel and sparkling with jewels, one fine morning the Spanish girl found herself honorably married to the robber king. In little more than a year, however, the lady died; leaving a little daughter, and exacting with her last breath a vow from tfee clpef the little one should

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be sent to a convent and reared in ignorance of her father’s occupation. Wolfgang passionately loved his wife, and the promise Was faithfully carried out. The infant was taken to France, and there was carefully nurtured and reared in one of the most celebrated convents. She grew to maidenhood in that favored land endowed with a glorious beauty and a gentle, loving disposition that was at the same time the wonder and admiration of her associates. At the age of 17 she was taken from the convent, and, through the influence of a friend of hot father, a home was secured tor her, for a time, in the family of a wealthy noblemSh in her native county. She was a reputed heiress, and suitors flocked about her, attracted by her wonderful beauty, her guileless manners and her fabulous riches. At stated intervals, clothed in sp Tended attire, Wolfgang visited his child, lavishing upon her all the love of his barbarous nature. For his child nothing was too good, and he poured out his gold in unstinted measure. And she deserved it all. Though clothed in magnificent array and endowed by heaven with an almost unearthly loveliness of face and form, her heart was kept unspotted from the world. She succored the poor and the needy, and the fame of her goodness went through the land. The stern old robber chief, hearing the laudations lavished upon his child, grew still more proud and fond of her, and guarded from her knowledge with sedulous care the secret of his dreadful occupation. And she worshiped him. Seeing her father only at long intervals, and encouraged by him in the dispensation of her charities, enjoying his society only when he was in' his best and gentlest moods, the Lady Christobel gyew to womanhood, believing him to be the best and greatest of men. She went about doing good. Emulat* ing the example of the gentle Nazarene, she left the crowded city and went into the byways and forgotten places. In this manner, quite unknown to Wolfgang, she unconsciously made her way to St. Quentyn’s. The hamlet then, as now, was- but a collection of rude huts—the abode of a still ruder people. None knew her to be the daughter of their terrible chief, and she labored among them, teaching them and otherwise endeavoring .to alleviate the distress she saw on every side. Wolfgang himself, with some, of his most valued followers, was away on a journey, when his daughter came to St. Quentyn’s. So there was none to oppose her in her work for the salvation of souls. It was at this time that she caused the bell to be rung in the old monastry; the bell which, since the awful tragedy enacted there a little later, has never ceased to send out its solemn warning whenever there is to be any severe storm upon the sea. It was there, high upon that rocky* headland, in the very shadow of the ruined monastery —a ruin almost as great then as now, that the beacon fires were lighted by the wreckers to entice the ships upon the sunken rocks. The Lady Christobel saw with horror what the real occupation of the people was, by the frantic hurrying too and fro, the many anxious eyes turned seaward, and, above all, the low half-mut-tered words which inadvertantly escaped their lips whenever a ship’s sails showed themselves in sight. To turn them from the wickedness of their ways, she strove with mind and soul; but it was with a sick heart that she discovered the lawless wreckers acknowledged a superior authority in the commands of their ferocious chief, a being to her, terrible and dread. There came, at this time, one of those sudden, unaccountable hurricanes, which, sweeping the sea, hurl ships and people into nothingness in the twinkling of an eye.

She saw preparations going on on the shore that boded no good for any vessel left afloat by the storm, and she determined that so far as lay in her power she would succor the helpless. Night settled sullenly over the troubled waters. The wreckers begun to more quickly to and fro on the beach, and, f adder than all, there pealed out over the sea the sound of the minute gun—the signal of a ship in distress. Once, twice, thrice, the thunderous gun sent its message upon the air. From her small retreat the Lady Christobel peered dimly over thie broad expanse of shore, and saw the glancing torches of the wreckers as they engaged in council on the beach. “Light up the beacon fires,” roared a strangely-familiar voice, in the commanding tone of one accustomed to authority. “Light the great fire on St. Quentyn’s Point. ” The girl shook as if with an ague fit. “It cannot—cannot be,” she cried with white lips. A wrecker’s wife stood staring out through the darkness, every muscle strained to its utmost tension with the excitement of the moment. “It is alone,” she laughed, clasping her hands tightly together. “Look, my lady, how beautifully they are burning-”

Christobel shook her arm roughly. “For the love cf God, woman,” she gxclaimed, in a voice of agony, “go you among those wretched men, and ,tell them I forbid it. ’ It is murder they are trying to do.” The wrecker’s wife cowered before the blazing eyes of the girl. “I dare not,” she said, “it would avail nothing, for they have higher orders thap yours.” “Oh, pitying heaven!” cried Christobel, “then will we go, and scatter the burning brands ourselves? Away—away, there is no time to lose in idle words. ” “I cannot, I cannot!” Christobel threw hastily a long black wrap about hey figure, and seized a wooden vessel, used among the humble people, for carrying water, “But I command you, ” she cried, “hear me, woman, the daughter of Wolfgang, must be obeyed.” The woman shuddered. “But I must not go, my life would be the forfeit. Do you not know, my lAdy, that it is the great Wolfgang himself, who orders the lighting of the beacon fires. To extinguish them, is to be guilty of treason.” At the mention of her father’s name, the girl sank, as if she had been struck to the heart. “There is but one Wolfgang, woman,” she said, in a hollow voice. “It cannot be Wyndert Wolfgang—my father.” The wrecker’s jvife bowed low before her. “He is our chief, my Lady, ” she said simply. Then, suddenly, with a loud wail, she sank upon her knees. “But my tongue hath lost me my head, my‘ Lady, ” she wept. “I have told the chiefs secret, and my children will be motherless if you betray me to your father. Have pity —oh, have mercy upon, me I” , ,

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But Chrisfotei did hbt BeM BeL She sat motionless—< dumb, frozen honor seeming to chain her to her seat. “My father, Wolfgang, the chief of the wreckers at St Quentyn’s Point,’ she said over hind over'again, in a terrible monotone; more dreadful to her hearer than the wildest shrieks could have been. “My father a robber—a wrecker—a murderer! Oh, Thou God of my mother! who lettest me hear this thing and live I” “Pardoii me, my Lady,” sobbed the still kneeling woman, as she clutched the hem of CbrisbobeTs x>be. “It is a terrible mistake; I did not mean to tell.” The young girl shook the woman’s hand from her garments. Her large blue eyes shone with an unearthly luster, and her white face gleamed like a star from the masses of yellow hair that floated unconfined about her head. “I go to the sacrifice,” she breathed, in an almost inaudible tone. “Oh; mother in heaven/h© thofi niy guide and my stay !” A minute later and she had stepped over the threshold, and disappeared in the fast-increasing darkness. * Hastily making her way to St. Qnentyn’s Point, She reached that place just in time to see the faggots ignited by one of the torchlights. The men only stopped long enough to see that it would burn, and then went on their way to execute some further order of their chief. Wolfgang himself was now upon the beach, doling out liquor to ‘his chosen followers, and watching with a prae* ticed eye the long, lance-like tongues of flame that now began to leap up in the darkness of the night. “Pile on more fuel, my men/’ he Cried, as another roar from th© ship’s gun came rolling over the Water. “Pile Up those faggots higher. Oh, but it is a brave light those sailors shall have to go to bed by!” he shouted, as the streaming fires soon threw in plain relief the strange fantastic shadows of the wreckers on the shore.

He threw a glance in the direction of the old monastery. Again he roared; this time in anger: “Light the great fire on St. Quentyn’s Point I” “It was done, my chief,” said a voice at his side. “I myself lit the faggots with my torch. ” “Then, by my beard!” cried Wolfgang, haughtily, “it was not well done. There is not the ghost of a spark there, as you can see for yourself.” “Strange!” muttered his lieutenant, hurrying away. “I never saw a better prospect for a fire than when I was there, a few minutes ago.” Taking a comrade, he hurried to the point. What was his sin-prise to find the embers extinguished, and the fag* gots carefully scattered, far and wide. Hastily rearranging them, he again ignited, the dry wood, and watching it until it burned up clear and bright, he returned and reported the circumstance to his chief. Wolfgang listened with a lowei-ing brow. While they were still watching the flames that had now begun to start up from St. Quintyn’s Point, they were both astonished to see them go out. Wolfgang swore a terrible oath, as he beheld the extinguishment of the most prominent beacon fire. “Ho, there!” he shouted, hoarsely; “a traitor tampers with the signal lights. Go, you, my faithful men, and mete him out the doom he has courted and which he richly deserves.” At different points the fires were as suddenly and mysteriously quenched. Wolfgang strode along the beach, exciting the wreckers to immediate action. Four of his most trusty “followers were secretly to steal up to St. Quentyn’s Point, and after replenishing 4he fire, was to retire cautiously into the thickets, and upon the first motion of the .unknown enemy to destroy the flames, they were to rush upon him and kill him with their cutlasses. Foaming with rage and vexation the chief paced the sands, waiting for the cry which he knew would herald the success of his lieutenant in carrying out the scheme. He had not long to wait. They had purposely used a large bundle of pine knots the third time, and a blazing pile soon threw its fiery tongues far up in the inky sky, lighting the old monostery with a weired effect. Retiring into the dense shadows, they watched for their prey. Soon a slim, dark figure, with a large wooden vessel in its hands, approached, and, throwing the contents of the same quickly on the blazing mass, proceeded to scatter the smoking brands. Then there was a rush, a single, awful shriek, and the cry of “Oh, my father!” pealed out on the night air, high above the roar of the sea and the jgund of the breakers beating on the shore.

The wretched father recognized that terrible death-cry. In the traitor slain by the waning fire he found his child, the Lady Christobel. Limp, motionless and white, she lay upon the wet earth, the blood oozing from a gaping wound Tn the neck in streams that congealed beside her. “My child, my child!” groaned Wolfgang, in an agony of frenzied grief, lifting the lifeless form in his strong arms. “What have I done, wretchftihat I am?” While he stood lavishing his insane caresses upon the dead face of his daughter, the great bell at St. Quentyn’s commenced to toll. As its measured stroke fell slowly and mournfully on his ear, it seemed to him that it was he accusing voice of his murdered daughter. With a mad cry, he smote his breast with his hands. “Let me die,” he said, in a vojee so hoarse and choked that his followers did not recognize it. “I have killed an angel; let me die!” and, with a terrible bound, he leaped from the headland into the sea. Through all that night, and for days and nights to come, St. Quentyn’s bell tolled slowly, sadly solemnly—tolled the funeral knell of the fair young Christobel The wreckers, listening to its awful sound, grew saperstitsous and afraid, and gradually abandoned their hamlet, seeking other haunts, and it was only when wrecking, as a business, was given up,, that the bell ceased tolling continuously. But, regularly, on the approach of a great storm, it still sends out its warning voice. For sixty years, I have heard it as you did this aftermfcm, and my father, who lived to the very great age of 90 years, said he had been guarded by its warnings through his time, and it was generally believed in*by his people before him. t Though covered with rust, and with no opportunity for lawless hands to reach it, providing there were persons who cared to do it, sp, St, Quentyn’s

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still tolls, as in the days when I heard the tale for the first time from the lips - of my grand sire. A long silence followed the conclusion of the old coast-guard’s story. The sea still thundered its mighty voice in my ears, and the wind tore madly around the di’apidated town, making its time-worn wa’ls ti enable in the blast It seemed as if I again beheld thßrafcty, wbathef-worn bell swinging slbwly to and fro in the ruined tower at St Quentyn’s, sending out its solemn, unearthly protest to the winds—the waves and the storms.— Chicago Ledger. ’ _■ t

All accounts affirm that Robin Hood lived to a very old age, and at last died by treachery. He had a cousin, who was the pioress of a nunnery called Kirklees, and when he was aged and infirm; and suffering from an attack of disease; he went to hfer to be bled-. . Robiii Was very sick when ne reached th© gato of the ndnnery, where he was met by his cousin. Little thinking of treachery, he suffered her to conduct him to a room and open a vein in his arm. There he was left bleeding. The door of the room wa; locked, and the window was too high above ground to admit of jumping out. He remained in this state until the next day at noon, when he thought to blow a blast on his horn. It was a quavering and feeble sound. Little John was lingering about, waiting to see his beloved master. When lie heard the mornfttl blast he sprang Up and hurried to the hiinnery. He broke loch© and dashed open doors until he reached the room where Hobin lay dying. He fell on his knees and begged to be allowed to burn Kirklees Hall and all the nun-aery; but Robin said: “No, I never hurt a woman in my life, nor a man in company with a woman, and I will not allow such a thing to be done now. But string my bow for me, and give me it and a broad arrow, which I will shoot from the window, and where that arrow falls there let my grave be dug. Lay a green sod under my head and another at my feet; and lay my bent bow by my side, for it has always made sweet music for me." This request was complied with by Little John. The arrow that Robin shot fell under a tree, and there the bold chief was buried. His death was probably near the year 1300. Some worthy historianshave doubted whether such a man as Robin Hood ever lived, and have classed the stories of his exploits among the myths of the Sast. It is hardly probable, however, int this is the correct theory. The safer and more reasonable conclusion would seem to be that Robin Hood really reigned in the forests as represented, but that many of the stories about him have been exaggerated by the ballad singers and early writers in England.— Maurice Thompson, in St Nicholas.

A new snake, called the echis 6arinata, which is the first specimen of its -race seen in England, and of which we have no specimen here, is attracting crowds to the Regent’s Park, London. It is about a foot and a half long, and the color is dingy gray. It is the deadliest of created things, for it carries in its tiny head the secret of destroying life with the sudden rapidity of lightning and the concentrated agony of all poisons. This king of the asps is more dangerous than the cobra or the korait, for it does not turn and run like the one, or flash into concealment like the other, but with fearless pluck gives fight, and pitches its eighteen inches of length against any comer. A stroke of a stick will break it in two, Or a stone will smash it, but such is its venomous malignity that it will challenge attack by every device in its power, staking its own life on the mere chance of its adversary coming within the little circle of its reach. The radius of that circle Is twelve inches, but within it at any point lies certain death, and in the bare hope of hand or foot trespassing within its -reach the echis throws its body into a figure-of-eight coil, and, attracting attention by rubbing its loops together, which, from the roughness of the scales (hence the epithet carin ata), makes a rustling sound, erects its head in the center and awaits attack. No one having once encountered this terrible little creature can ever forget its truculent aspect when aroused; its eagerly aggressive air; its restless coils, which, in constant motion one over another and rustling ominously all the time, bring it nearer and nearer to.the object of its fury; its eye, mrtignant ejren beyond those of other vipers, and then the inconceivable rapidity of its stroke. The echis does not wait to strike until it is within striking distance, but vents its malice in repeatedly darting at nothing, hoping to aggravate its antagonist into coming to closer quarters, or more probably as a mere expression of its own incontrollable viciousness.

“Good-morning, Smith. How’s the grocery trade ?” “Slow—very slow.” “Let’s see. How long have you been here in business?” “Seven years.” “And how many times have vqu failed?” “Never, sir.” “Ah! I see. Well, I’ll put you down for a September failure; creditors accept 10 per cent; business removed to larger and more commodious quarters. Mr. Smith, let me call your attention to SIO,OOO worth of worthless railroad, canal and bridge securities, which I can lump you off at They’ll count you face value in settling with creditors, and. show where your profits went. Busy? Ah! I’ll call again. No trouble to show goods!”— Wall Street News.

There is a brisk demand for spruce gum, and dealers are selling large quantities. Ladies are very fond of pure spruce gum. An-Augusta dealer recently sold a lot to go to a millinery establishment in New York city. It is asserteu that girls are much better workers in millinery shops and other similar establishments when they have an abundance of gum to chew. A gentleman carried a pound of spruce gum with him to Africa. After his arrival he gave one of his countrymen residing there a cud, and almost immediately nearly every American on the coast was aftema chew of that gum. The latest report regarding spruce gum is that it is ap excellent remedy for dyspepsia. Itshould be chewed immediately after eating.— Bangor (Me.) Commercial, r much is a sign of vanity, fbr lie that is lavish in words is a niggard iq deed.—Sir Walter Raleigh,

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THE BAD BOY.

“What you sitting there for half an hour for, staring at vacancy?” said- the grocery man to the bad boy, as he sat on a . stool by the stove one of these foggy mornings, with his fingers clasped around his knee, looking as though he did not know enough to last him to bed. “What you thinking about any way?” ; “I was wondering where you would have been to-day if Noah had run, his ark into such a fog as this, ana there had been no fog-horn on Mount Ararat, and he had passed by with his excursion and not made a landing, and had floated around on the freshet until all the animals starved, and the ark had struck a snag and burst a hole in her bottom. I tell you, we can all congratulate ourselves that Noah happened to, blunder on that h igh ground. If that ark had been lost, either by being foundered, or being blown up by Fenians because Noah was an English* iriafi; it would have been ebld work trying to populate thia WoflcL til that case another Adam and*Eve would have to be made out of-dirt and water, and they might have gone wrong again, and failed to raise a family, and where would we have been. I tell you, when I think of the narrow escape we have had, it is a wonder to me that we haye got along as well as we have.” “Well, when did you get out of the asylum,” said the grocery man, who had been standing back with open mouth looking at the boy as though he was crazy. “What you want is to have your head soaked. You are getting so you reach out too far with that small ihitid of yours. In about another year yoti will want to rnri this world yofirself. - I don’t think you are reforming much. It is wicked for a boy of your size to argue about such things. Your folks better send you to college.” “What d<j I want to go to college for, Mid be a heartless hazer,and poor baseball player. I can be bad enough at home. The more I read, the more I think. I don’t believe I can ever be good enough to go to heaven, anyway, and I guess I will go into the newspaEer business, where they ddn’t have to e good, and where they have passes everywhere. Do you know, I think when I was built they left out a cog wheel or something in my head. I can’t think like some boys. I get to thinking about Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, and of the dude with the cloven hoof that flirted with Eve, and treated her and Adam to the dried apples, and I can’t think of them as some boys do, with a fig-leaf polonaise, and fig-leaf vests. I imagine them dressed Up ifi the latest style. 1 know it is wrong, but that is what a poor boy has to suffer who‘has an imagination, and where did I get the imagination ? This confounded imagination of mine shows me Adam with a plug hat on, just like our minister wears, and a stand-up collar, and tight pants, and peaked-toed shoes, and Eve is pictured to me with a crushed-angleworm-colored dress, and brown-striped stockings, and newspapers in het dress to make it set out, and a hat with dandelions on, and a red parasol, and a lace handkerchief, which she puts to her lips and winks with her left eye to the masher who is standing by the corner of the house, in an attitude, while the tail with the dart ’on the end is wound around the rain water barrel, so Eve won’t see it and get scared. Say, don’t you think it is betted for a boy to think of our first parents with clothes on, than to think of them almost naked, exposed to the inclemency of the weather, with nothing but fig leaves pinned On ? I want to do right, as near as I can. but I had rather think of them dressed like our folks are to-day, than to tliink of them in a cyclone with leaves for wearing apparel. Say, it is wrong to fight, but don’t you think if Adam had put on a pair of boxing gloves, when he found the devil was getting too fresh about the place, and knocked him out in a couple of rounds, and pasted him in the nose, and fired him out in the ‘summer garden, that it would have been a big thing for this world. Now, honest?”

“Lookahere,” said the grocery man, who had been looking at the boy in dismay, “you had better go right home and let your ma fix up some warm drink for you, and put you to bed. You are all wrong in the head, and if you are not attended to you will have brain fever. I tell you, boy, you are in danger. Come, I will go honfe with you. ” “Oh, danger nothin’. lam just telling how things look to a boy who Iras not got the facilities for being too good in his youth. Some boys can take things as they read them, and not think any for themselves, but I am a thinker from Thinkerville, and my imagination plays th» dickens with me. There is nothing Lyead about old times but what I compare it with the same line of business at the present day. Now, when I think of the fishermen of Galilee, drawing their seines, I wonder what they would have ' done if there had been a law against hauling seins, as there is in Wisconsin to-day, and I can see a constable with a warrant for the arrest of the Galilee fishermen, snatching the old apostles and taking them to the police station in a patrol wagon. I know it is wrong to think like that, but how can I help it. S%y, suppose those fishermen had been out hauling their seines, and our minister should come along with his good clothes on, his jointed, rod, his nickle-plated reel, and his silk fish line, and his patent fish hook, and put a frog on his hook and cast his line near the Galilee fishermen and go to trolling forbass? What do you suppose the lone fishermen of the Bible times would have thought about the gall of the jointed-rod fisherman ? Do you suppose they would have thrown stones in the water where he was trolling, or would they have told him that there was good trailing around a point about a half mile up the shore, where they knew he wouldn’t get a bite in a week, the way a fellow at Muskego lake lied to our minister a spell ago? I tell you, boss, it a sad thing for a boy to have an imagination, ” and the boy put his other knee in the sling made by the clenched fingers of both hands," and waited for the grocery mart to argue withhim. ; ■ _ . “I wish-you would go away from here. I am afraid of you,” said the grocery man. “I would give anything if your pa or the minister would eome in and have a talk with you. Your mind is wandering,” and the grocery man went to the door and looked up and down the street to see if somebody wouldn’t come in and watch the crazy boy, while he went to breakfast. “Oh, pa and the minister can’t make a first payment on me. Pa gets mad when I ask questions, and the minister thinks lam past redemption. Pa said yesterday that baldness.was caused, in every case, by men’s wearing plug hats, and when I asked him where the good Elijah (whom the boys called ‘go up old bftl4 head,’ and the bears had ft free

lunch on them), got his ptog hat; ph said school was dismissed, and I could go. When the minister was telling me about the good Elijah going up through the clouds in a chariot of fire, and I asked the minister what he thought Elijah would have thought if he had met our Sunday-school Superintendent coming down through the clouds on a bicycle, he put his hand on my head and said my liver was all wrong. Now, I will ledvfl it to you if there was anythidg. Wrbhg abdut that. Say, do you knotir ffhatl think is the most beautiful thing in the Bible?” 3 “No, I don’t,” said the grocery man, “and if you want to tell it Lwill listen just five minutes, and then I am going to shut up the store and go to breakfast. You make me tired.” “Well, I think the finest thing is that stoty about the prodigal son, where the boy took all the money he could scrape up and went out West to paint the towns red. He spent his tooney in riotous living, and saw everything that was going ofi, and got full of benzine, and struck all the gafigs of toughs, both male and female, and his stomach Went back on him, and he had malaria, and finally he got to be a cow-boy, herding hogs, and had to eat husks that the hogs didn’t want, and got pretty low down. Then he thought it was a pretty good scheme to be getting around home, where they had three meals a day, and spring mattresses, and he started home, beating his way on the trains, and he didn’t know whether the old man would receive him with open arms or pointed boots, but the old man eftme down to the depot to meet him, and right there, before the passenj gers find the conductor and the brakemen, he wasn’t ashamed of his boy, though he waS ragged, and looked as though he had been on the War-path, and the old man fell on his neck and wept, and took him home in a hack, and had a veal pot-pie for dinner. That’s what-I call sense. A good many men now days would have put the police on the tramp and had him ordered out of town. What! ybu going to close up the store ? Well, I will see you later. I want to talk with you about something that is weighing on my mind,” and the boy got out just in time to save his coat-tail from being caught in the door, and when the grocery man came back from breakfast ho found a sign in front, “This store is closed till further notice.—Sheriff.” — Peck’s Sun.

Looking a Few Years Back.

Fifty years ago Young America was a quiet, subdued and nice sort of youth, quite unconscious that he was a popular sovereign | or,. if he was aware of the greatness to which he had been born, willing to bear his honors meekly and wait in the background till he became of age and had a legitimate right to claim his rich inheritance. The rod had not then passed out of fashion and parents still thought themselves the superiors of their children, while filial reverence still lingered in the breasts of their offspring. Those days'were not perfect, but they had advantages to which many persons look back with jespect. If we have less time to be formally polite and the brevity of life no longer permits us to dance the minuet, we can still be courteous in our more-modern fashion. Even if we live in days in which the doctrine of evolution has wrought a terrible disenchantment, we need not entirely lose the sentiment of reverence which forms the basis of all respectful attention to others. The rapid stream of life may now and then be checked in its headlong current, for decent social observance and kind feeling may oftener underlie the artificial manners and small etiquette which has taken the placet of the grander style and manner of our ancestors. We are in danger of allowing the glitter of wealth to supply the place of solid virtues, and the superficial refinement of an education that includes a little, of everything to be considered equal to the truer and deeper character that made our forefathers worthy of all respect. It is said that the race is becoming smaller physically year by year. It is to be hoped that the diminution of body will not be accompanied by a like contraction of the reverential element and the moral sense, in the saving of which is our only refuge against the sea of materialism that is setting in so heavily on us. — San Francisco Chronicle.

Political Honors in China.

In order to secure even the first frin cs of political emolument a mode of procedure diametrically opposite to that whicjj obtains in most nations, and especially in the United States, is required. Instead of money or its equivalent in “backers” and “heelers” brain is there required, and an exceedingly well-balanced and disciplined brain at that. In no other nation upon the earth are political honors* based upon scientific .attainments in all branches of study as they are in China, wherein are illustrated the true principles by which talent and wisdom are honored and rewarded, literature, science, morals and philosophy encouraged, and a nation’s happiness and prosperity secured. The avenues to station and power are open alike to all. There are no distinctions save those of education; none relative to nationality, color or previous condition of servitude. All are alike free to seek, and, if competent, to obtain, positions of honor, from that of petty magistrate of a village to Grand Imperial Secretary—bn office second only to that of Emperor. Few there are, it is true, who possess the fortitude to undergo the necessary educational training consequent to, and upon which depends, his sole hope of success. Of his studies there is no end. To diligence hd must add patience continuity, else will he fail to .secure the coveted prize.— Wong Chin Foo, in Harper’s Magazine.

Shakers.

.The Shaker doctrines, as now formulated, present the following points: Belief in a God who is over all. That in the Godhead are the male and female principles, Father and Mother. That created by Him and sent forth by Him, are many spirits who will guide safely those to whom they were sent. The highest of these spirits is the Christ, first descending upon Jesus, who was the son of Mary and Joseph, and then upon Ann Lee. The direct guidance of every believer by the Christ order of spirits. The rejection of thejbooks called the holy scriptures es containing all the word of God. The consequent disuse of the sacraments commanded in the Bible. The enforcement of virgin purity, abstinence from and from all that offends against chastity. ■ A community of goods, of affection and interests. The following of the moral virtues, love, peace, justice, holiness, goodness, truth. Au open confession of every known sin. Temperance, noli-resistance, freedom from worldly ambition,

NUMBER 24.

PASSING EVENTS.

The Cholera isl Europe—The Scott Law in Ohio. Th® O«ar and th® Vatican—“A Misted” Emigration. All Europe is becoming alarmpd at th® threatening character of the cholera and the rapidity of the sprea d. Notwit standing the international quarantine, wh'ch was intended to prevent it from getting into Europe by the gateway of the Suez canal, it has reached the northern entrance and appears to have* fastened itself permanently at Port Said, Damletta, Mum Ur ah and Rosetta, in Egypt, which are all in close proximity to the entrance Thence it has reached Alox, andria to the westward and Cairo to the south, entering the latter place, as usual, while the doctors axe disputing about it The march of this terrible destroyer not alone threatens the health of Europe, but it is laying an embargo upon its commerce. It has closed Port Baid and the Suez canal tighter than any Government or any quarantine could do it already. The great canal is now shut against commerce, and that means • cessation of the trade between Europe and Asia of its Compulsory diversion from the Short cut of the canal into the Mediterranean to the old, long, and tedious route round Africa

The Scott Lhw in Ohio. So much has been said about the Scott liquor law, and the probable action of the Supreme Court upon the question of its constitutionality. says'the Chicago Few*, that it has become a subject of interest to the public. It is well known that the constitution of Ohio prohibits the licensing of saloons, and the clause was ratltied by the temperance people in the expectation that its adoption would put an end to the liquor traffic in that State. Such was not, however, the case, as under the organic law of the State there was no power to restrain the sale of liquor, and it ran riot In April last the State passed what was known as the Scott law, which authorizes an annual assessment upon the business of liquor selling. A -case was made up and carried to the Supreme Court with the view of testing its constitutionality. The other day the court rendered its decision, all of the Judges except one declaring the law to be constitutional The opinion seems to be that the effect of the decision will be to strengthen the Republicans, as that part>championed the law while their opponents opposed it As two of the members of the Supreme Court are on the Republican State ticket the Democrats charge that they were guided as much by their political prospects as by a strict construction of the law in the case.

The Czar and the Vatican. An understanding has been arrived at between the heads of the respective churches of Greece and Rome. The two churches were formerly a unit, but as early as 482 A. D. dogmatical differences sprung up between them, which gradually threw them more and more apart, until July 16,1054, when the schism was completed Various proposals have since then been proposed ana rejected 'for a union of the two churches again, the last being that of Pius IX., when, in 1848, he invited, by an encyclical letter, the entire Greek church to a corptxate union with Rome, which proposition was rejected with scorn. There is, however, in the Greek church a faction that hopes and prays for such a union, which embraces some of the nobility and societies of the Greek Church. That a modits vivendum has been agreed upon by the heads of the Eastern and Western churches is, in view of their past histories, very significant Under this concordat the Russian Government retains the right of inspecting seminaries, supervision in the appointment of teachers, and the education of Catholic children in the Russian language, history and literature, and abrogates the harsh’measures declared against the Catholics in 1864. For the first time in many centuries, the chasm between the Eastern and Western churches seems to be closing.

Assisted Emigration. Our Government has at last taken decided action to prevent Great Britain from unloading her paupers in this country. Having tried every possible means, except those of humanity and justice, to restore peace to Ireland under her tyranny, Great Britain began some months ago to ship the poor of that country to this, in th : hope that by reducing the population there would be less demand for land, fewer paupers to support, and an element of political disquietude banished from the island. In May lasLseveral vessel loads of pauper-Irish landed in Boston. Gov. Butler called the attention of the Secretary of State to the matter,, and quietly s nee then has it been investigated. The result is that enough proof has been procured to sustain the charge that Great Britain is raying »the passage of emigrants fi om Ireland to this country. The subject was brought up for consideration at a "meeting of the €a‘ inet on Tuesday, and under the direction of the President Secretary Folger instructed the Collector of Customs in New York to prevent the landing of all immigrants found to be paupers within the meaning of the law. Some of those who have been donated to us are taken from the workhouse and are usually persons well along in years, with large families, which have been and are the subjects of public charity. On the same day that this action was taken by the President the telegraph informs us that there were then Waiting transportation from Queenstown to the United States 100 persons from the Linnford Union, most of Whom have been taken from the workhouse. While it is true that we have always prided eurselyes that our land was the asylum for the oppressed of all nations, we have never favored compulsory immigration, although the voluntary immigrant, rich or poor, has always been welcome. Our Government has once before had to adopt similar restrictions in the case of Italy, Y hich began sending us her paupers and criminals. The return of a ship-load or two put an end to the trouble, and such will be the case of Great Britain Let her deluge her dominion of Canada with these people if the depopulation of Ireland is necessary to the preservation of the United‘Kingdoms.

SLAIN BY A BOY HUSBAND.

Mrs. Agnes Wynne Foolishly Dares the Kage of Her Drunken Master. [New York Telegram.] Eighteen months ago Agnes Wynne, aged 18, was married to James H. Wynne, aged 17. For some time they had lived unhappily, and Wynne says he had intended separating. He had been drinking heavily and had gone home to-day, when a quarrel took place. He threatened'to shoot her, and she answered: “I dare you to do It ” At the time she was lying on a bed with the baby beside her. The boy husband drew a revolver and fired. The bullet entered his wife’s breast He went for a physician, but subsequently Mrs Wynne was taken to the hospital The wound was pronounced fatal and the young wife died tonight Wynne was arrested. Two playmates of Mrs. Wynne witnessed the crime. A 2-months-old child was orphaned by the drunken father’s shot

FASHION NOTES.

Gbay is steadily increasing in popularity. The fans shown as the new importations are quite equal in size to those of last season. Cut-jet nail-heads are used with very goed effect as trimming for black woolen costumes. Suits of terracotta are fast losing their popularity, and no strictly new ones are to be seen. Cobsage bouquets may be worn either directly in front or on the left side, as fancy dictates. Cat’s heads are becoming so widely fashionable as to be carried out in the figures on some of the new foulard silks Gold and pink in combination on small capotes is one of the new departures in the millinery line and is remarkably effective. Thistles of dull gold and wheat-heads of either gold or silver may be mentioned among the many other fashionable hat ornaments. . Nabbow black velvet bands closely encircling the throat are worn with many thin summer suits, ans are usually found very becoming.

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A RIDE TO DEATH.

Plunge of Runaway Oars Down a Heavy Grade Near Rasselae, Pa. Seven Penons Almost Instantly Killed and Many Others Badly Injured. (Telegram from Bradford, Pfc.l Aboq£ 3 o'clock this morning a coal train, with a passenger-oat attached, on the Rochester and Pittsburgh railroad, broke in two while going up a steep grad® near'Rasselas', a few miles south of Kinzua viaduct Th® severed section, consisting of seven heavily - loaded coal-cars and a passenger-coach, immediately started down the steep grade, and, while going at the frightful speed of forty miles an hour, collided with an approaching coal-train. The passenger oar was well filled, and the destruction of life and limb was appalling, seven having already died from injuries, and others fatally hurt A relief-train with three surgeons and a number Of employes of the company on board was dispatched to the scene at 5 o’clock this evening. The killed and injured were brought to this city, and as far as can be learned their names are as follows: 8. N. Talles, aged 84, conductor, residing at Bradford; terribly mangled, died instantly. David Ford, brakeman, of Bradford, had both legs broken, and fatally injured internally. . _ „ . . Mike Downs, brakeman, of Bradford, had both feet cut off, and fatally injured; died at 4 o’clock this afternoon. George Quinn, of Bradford, traveling salesman, died on the relief train. Angelo Odone, an Italian laborer, was instantly killed. W. a Davis, of Olean, Pa, received a terrible gash on the head, and is supposed to be fatally hurt m L; 1 McKee, of Bradford, leg broken and Injured about the abdomen, died at noon while being carried into his house. Robert Clemons, of Bradford, neok broken and body badly crushed. Killed outright .Tames O’Connell, of Altoona, dangerously Injured. Joseph Ravella, of Altoona, badly hurt, and will probably no.t recover. Mrs. W. H. McCurdy and baby, of Bradford, slightly cut about the head and arms; child bruised. John Collins, of Limestone, N. Y., badly hurt on the head. J. Bosway had several ribs broken and severe contusions about the head. J. Oosmillo, an Italian, leg broken in two places .. R. Cosmillo, a brother of the above, rib stove in and condition critical “Pop” Downs, engineer of the second train, was the only one hurt in his crew. He saw the severed section approaching, and, after reversing his engine, jumped, escaping with Alight bruises. Mrs. McCurdy, who was only slightly injured, has made a statement in which she says that the conductor and both brakemen, who were in the car with her, were asleep. It is not yet known to whom blame is most to be attached.

HORSE VS. BOAT.

A Novel Race—A Horse Beaten by a Sall Boat. [Telegram from New York city.] A steel-gray horse and a skeleton wagon in which sat a determined-looking man wearing a linen duster, with a straw battled under his chin, sped away from the corner of Madison avenue and Twenty-seventh street at 5 o’clock this morning. Simultaneously a catanmran sail-boat scudded into the East river from the foot of Twenty-fourth street The race between Ezra Daggett’s horse, Boston, and Frederick Hughes’ catamaran, Jesse, to Stony Creek, Ct, ninety miles away, for 11,000 a side, had begun. Trainer ScJhenck followed Daggett in a square-box buggy. When the trainer pulled rein on ms tired nag in front of the Huguenot Hotel in New Rochelle at 7:80 o’clock in the morning, he "had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Daggett hop nimbly up behind Boston and whirl away. The owner ha’ in half an hour rested his horse and refreshed himself The groom sard that Boston had riot turned a hair in his Jaunt of eighteen miles. At 7:58 o’clock a crowd on the shore of the sound saw Jesse sail by. Two minutes later, Mr. Schenck, with a fresh horse, was pursuing Boston. New Rochelle was excited. It had bet 12,500 variously on the raca At 1 . Bp. m. a reporter who had gone to Bridgeport by ra 1 saw Boston approaching in a cloud of dust Half of the dust belonged to Mr. Schenck’s horse. Boston had come the forty-four miles from New 'Rochelle in six hours and three minutes. The distance of twenty-three miles between Stamford and Bridgeport was trotted in two and a quarter hours. It was a race nearly all the wav. A great crowd gathered at the stable. The wind had shifted to the south since 10 o’clock, and was now favoring the. boat. At 1:46 o’clock the horses turned their heads toward New Haven The sun was blazing down They were soon covered with foam, but the road was fine, and they got over eight miles to Milford in thirtyeight minutes. City folks in the summer residences, who knew the New York horse was to pass their way, were out looking for it Bbiorethe travelers reached New Haven they were almost certain that the boat was ahead of them. • • A ►teady southerly breeze had been bio w ing for five hours, and must have carried the boat beyond New Haven, barring an accident, but they urged the horses on It was 9:80 p. m. when Boston trotted through Water street, New Haven, past the railroad station, with ten miles yet to go to Stony Creek. He was going about six miles an hour. Here Mr. Daggett got word that he had lost the race. The catamaran had passed New Haven at 2:30. Crossing Tomlinson’s bridge, the cool breeze from the harbor struck Boston and chilled him to the bone. He dropped into a walk, and Mr. Daggett halted under a dump of trees and rubbed him down and poured a few drops tpf spirits down his throat. He rallied and spun over another mile to the Four Corners House.reaching it a little after 4:30. A telephone message announcing the arrival of the catamaran at Stony Creek, greeted Mr. Daggett, here, and he rested his horse until 7, and then drove leisurely to Stony Creek, arriving there at 8:45. Time for ninety miles, fifteen hours and forty-five minutea The horse was ifi good condition, and was treated to a feed of nay and bran mash. To-night he shows no signs of having covered ninety miles since morning.

PERSONAL.

Tupper, the poet, is a spiritualist It is said that Hanlan has made >63,000 is the last six yean by rowing. Ole Bull’s widow is occupying Minlstei Lowell’s residence at Cambridge, Mass. A fakmeb in Vermont is named Haydn Mozart Handel, but carft even play the jewsharp. John M. Cook, head of the “persbpallyconducted” tourist firm, has been decorated with the Medjidieh by the Khedive. Babon Rothschild’s carriage is illuminated by electric light He doesn’t want to have a wheel taken off by a cab or a sleeping policeman. One of the children of Charles Dickens’ sister, the musical Mrs Burnett, was the original of Paul Dombey, who is perhaps the quaintest child in fiction. Edmund Clabence Stedman, the broker critic, has just entered bis CQth year. His hair is silvering, but he walks erect and rapidly, with a powerful stride. The New York Morning Journal says that Senator Beck, of Kentucky, can play the bagpipe, but he prefers to use his wind in discussing the political situation. Jane Grey Bwis»helm is growing very red as to the nose, and, though a strictly temperate person; she is continually subjected to the suspicion of being a gin drinker. 3. L Cobbin, of Cape Town, South Africa, a reporter of twenty-five years’ experience, can report in short-hand accurately in five different languages—Latin, French, Spanish, Italian and English. Miss Isabelle Bewick, youngest and only surviving daughter of Thomas Bewick, the famous wood-engraver, has just died at Gateshead, England, at the age of 93. It is understood that she leaves a rich and valuable collection of her father's works Her eldest sister died three years ago, aged Wk