Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 December 1893 — Page 6

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"AUTHOR OP AMERICA.

♦low HE CAME TO/WRITE THE FAMOUS HYMN. Pr, Samuel Francis Smith. Anthor of "My Country, ’Tis of Thee,” Says Its Snooess Surprised Him— A Man of Very Broad Culture. Oar National Hymn. Dr. Samuel Francis Smith, the author of .one of the most inspiring jaational hymns in the world, “My Country, ’Tis of Thee, ” told a Boston reporter who visited him recently on 'the occasion of his eighty-fifth birthday how the famous hymn came to [he written. In 1832 William 0. jWoodbridge, a friend of Dr. Smith’s, who had been visiting Germany and ithe German schools, brought home ( With him a lot of German music ;books. Mr. Wood bridge gave the ( books tOjLowell Mason, then the conservator of all church music in Boston, 'end Mr. Mason being unable to read German turned them over to Dr. Smith and said he would like to have • poetical translation of anything Dr. Smith saw in the book and liked. “Turning over the leaves of the books one gloomy day in February, 1832,” •aid Dr. Smith, “1 came across the

AUTOGRAPHIC PAC-SIMILE OF THE HYMN “AMERICA."

air *God Save the Kins'.’ I liked the ■male. I glanced at the German words at the foot of the page. Tinder the Inspiration of the moment I went to work and in half an hour ‘America’ was the result. It was written on a scrap of paper I picked up from th<e table, and the hymn of to-day is substantially as it was written that day.” Dr. Smith still has the original draft of the' poem. He has been ■rged many times to give it up. They would like to have it in Washington for preservation, and it would, of •oorse, be prized and safely cared for

DR. SAMUEL F. SMITH.

1b Boston, but he has thus far declined to part with it Dr. Smith Bade a copy of it for D. Lothrop & Ca, the Boston publishers, and this •opy was in their exhibit at the World’s Fair. The paper on which the poem was originally written is yellow with age, but the writing is perfectly legible. The paper is about six inches long by three inches wide, and has only three erasures in the wage. On the back are some stray Knee, the remnants of some translation from a German work. When .it became “the national •hymn* is not known. It was never adopted as such formally and officially ftp the Government, but it- seems to

have been adopted by the people, and for more than sixty years in school and church, and in nearly every patriotic gathering, the singing of “My Country, ’Tis of Thee” has aroused the people in patriotism as no other hymn has been able to do. It matters not whether the hymn has been “officially” sanctioned by the Government, says the Boston Traveller. It has been taken to the hearts of the people—they love it for its sentiment and for its melody—and they will continue, as long as time shall endure, to sing the poetic prayer of their own patriotic hymn: Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light. Protect us by thy might, Great God our king. “I have heard ‘America’ sung,” said Dr. Smith in answer to a question, “half way around the world. I have heard it on the Atlantic Ocean, on the Baltic Sea and on the Mediterranean; in London, Liverpool, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Paris, Home, Naples, in the baths at Pompeii, in Athens, Calcutta and Rangoon. On the earth I have heard it on Pike’s Peak, and under the earth in the caverns at Manitou, Col., where it was played on the stalactites.” At the magnificent reception given Dr. Smith in San Francisco several years ago General O. O. Howard referred to the influence of the hymn upon soldiers he bad met, and said not only on the battlefield and the march but in the hospitals and barracks sometimes one would start “My country, ’tis of thee,” and it would be taken up from man to man until the entire company joined in the grand hymn. “America” met the hearts of the people who sang it with great

enthusiasm during the war. It was sung on special days—days of encouragement and days of darkness, and as it was sung by the brave soldier boys they felt they were more than paid for their suffering by having a country to suffer for. Mr. Smith began public life as pastor of the village church at Watervllle, Me., and at the same time he became Professor of Modern Languages in Waterville College, now known as Colby University. This was in 1834. Eight years later he was editor of the Christian Review, and until July, 1854, he was pastor of the Bactist Church at Newton Center. He then became connected with the foreign missionary work of the church and served in the Secretary’s department for fifteen years, during which time he contributed by pen, voice and. money to the advancement of the interests of this important branch of Christian activity. His knowledge of the languages of the world proved a valuable help to his missionary work, and to his labors in translation-the-ehurch is indebted for many advances in the domain of intelligent investigation. He is a man of broad culture and eminent literary attainments, with a practical knowledge of men and affairs, a facility of expression and a conciseness of style that make a rare combination for effective work. Dr. Smith was born in Boston, Oct. 21, 1808. He entered Harvard at the age of 17, and with his companions formed what was afterward known as the famous class of “ ’29.” “America" is not the only hymn Dr. Smith has written. The hymnbooks of all contain many of his productions. "The Psalmist, ” a book used by the Baptists for thirty years, contains nearly thirty of his compositions. His best-known missionary hymn. “The Morning Light Is Breaking, ” has been translated into many languages. When a man has a plain sickness there is seldom any danger of fatal results, but when what the doctors call “complications” set in, then is the time to pray.—Atchiso Globa

A MOORISH PRISON.

A Horrible Dungeon Where Human Beings Are Confined. Of all the places where human beings are confined for punishment, there are said to be none so horrible as the prisons of Morocco. The one presented in our illustration is situated at Fez, and was, a short time

EXTERIOR OF A MOORISH PRISON.

ago, visited by a traveler who gives the following description of it: You ascend by a narrow staircase, he writes, and come out on a flat roof bathed in the glorious spring sun. At your feet is a square opening with a heavy wooden grating. It is hell’s hatchway. You look down and instantly turn sick with the horrible stench which arises. You look again and you see down there upturned faces, white, passionless, despairing, and up from the depths comes the clank of chains. Dark, foul, damp; a den of filth and fever, where mind is destroyed and body packed with ague; a pit off destruction whence the most fervent prayer that comes up must be the prayer for swift death. “What are these prisoners?” I asked the guard who accompanied me. “They are all bad people,” he said. “Murderers?” “Thev are robbers many of them, and there are many of the tribesmen who made the trouble recently at Wazzan and attacked the town; others are debtors, men who owe money to Jews and others.” “And they are all kept together down there —murderers, and robbers and rebels and debtors?” “Yes.” “And when will they be tried?” I might as well have asked the man the exact day and hour of the next total eclipse of the sun. He knew nothing about trials, and his ideas as to the meting out of justice to the wretches below began and ended right there in the pit—that was justice. They were bad people, and there they were. There is no fixed term of imprisonment; the murderer and the robber and the rebel stay in the hole till they die; the debtor stays there till he pays, and if he doesn’t pay he dies, too. No writ of habeas corpus runs in Morocco. And these things are done within six days’ steam from Charing Cross; within twelve hours’ ride from the residence of all the ministers plenipotentiary and envoys extraordinary and consuls of the great powers! And is nothing ever done? Has the opinion of Europe found no expression? Have the reports of Executive Committees of philanthropic societies availed naught? Oh, yes! Once in a while the Moorish authorities give the prisons a coat of whitewash.

THE CORINTH CANAL.

A Work of Vast Importance to Greece and to Commerce. The Corinth Canal between the Gulf of Corinth and the Saronic Gulf,, will not only be of vast benefit to the coast trade of Greece and to the trade of Athens, the capital of the kingdom of the Hellenes, but it shortens by 250 miles the voyage from the Adriatic Sea, from Sicily or from Malta to Constantinople and the Black Sea, avoiding the passage round Cape Matapan, which is generally very stormy in winter and feared by mariners almost as much as Cape Horn. Eighteen centuries ago the Roman Emperor Nero began work on a canal, the very line of which the present one follows, but political disturbances at home caused au abandonment of the project. The canal, now opened to navigation, is less than four miles long. In some places the cutting had to he made in sandstone rock through high land, 250 feet above the sea level,

THE CORINTH CANAL.

and required a great outlay and enormous labor. The canal is quite straight, in a northwest direction, and a sea current runs through it at the rate, varying with the wind, of from half a knot to three knots an hour. The width at the bottom is 72 feet, and the depth of water will be uniformly 27 feet, but at present there are two places where it is only 19 feet; this, however, will be corrected in a month or two. The sides of the canal for two miles and onehaif are faced with solid masonry, and a path runs along each side. For the entire length the canal is lighted by electricity. Long-distance telephone service is becoming common ip this country, and a growing demand for it causes a gradual extension. vThe longest continuous line now operated is from Boston to Milwaukee, a distance, as the line is run, of 1,300 milles. Five minutes is the unit of time upon which prices are based. Between New York and Washington the service costs $2 for each five minuses’ use, and betw'een New York and Chi cago it Is $9 for the same service. It is claimed that conversation may be

as distinctly heard at 1,000 miles as at one mile, and that in these long-dis-tance communications the disagreeable buzzing so often heard in local service is not experienced.

COMPLICATED PROCESS.

Hare Experiences in a Celestial Tonsorial Establishment. When the services of a Chinese barber are called into requisition by his Celestial brethren, a complicated process is gone through with which would fill au American onlooker with wonder and dismay. Having settled his customer comfortably in his chair, the operator commences by scraping not only the cheeks and chin of his victim, but also the whole of his head, with the exception of one spot on the top of his cranium, from which sprouts the inevitable queue. Having succeeded in shaving carefully around the “sacred lock,” leaving the head in a bright and shining condition, resembling a well-polished billiard ball, the barber begins .to perform upon his customer in a manner which can only be adequately described as “punching his head." This is done by clenching his fist and dealing to the patient several sharp taps or punches with the tips of his knuckles, variei. by a process of kneading or pounding, the barber digging his knuckles into the ill-fated headpiece of his customer in a most merciless fashion. The reason for these heroic measures is that the recipient of the blows finds, or imagines that he finds, his brain cleared and his mind relieved by them; worry, care, depression and dullness dispersed, and'a feeling of lightness, brightness and vivacity induced. As he is probably just recovering from the depressing and enervating effect of an opium stupor, with its strange and dreamful delirium, this result is not undesirable if business has to be transacted. After the punching and pounding process is concluded, the barber at once proceeds to unfasten and unplait the long tail of hair, which reaches to the ankles of the wearer, and having combed, brushed and begreased it —much after the fashion of the long-tressed maiden of to-day—he, with sltow and assiduous carefulness, replaits it, and ties it with a piece of black braid which hangs in two short tails at the end. By this time one would think that sheer exhaustion would prevent the pitiless and persecuting barber from commiting further atrocities upon the person of his mild and lamb-like subject; but no; renewed activity possesses the ruthless, unrelenting hair-dresser, and with frantic energy he seizes the hands of his victim, pulls his arms behind, and co'mmences to twist and turn them u»til every joint cracks, and one would think that his shoulders must be dislocated. The muscles of the arms, and then the fingers, receive their share of attention, after which the customer walks out of the shop, evidently refreshed and invigorated.

Unnecessary Noise.

A medical paper has taken up the cudgels against unnecessary city noises. It declares steam whistles, factory bells, the shouts of the hawkers and the rest to be disease-produc-ing, and it presents some startling figures to prove it. It argues that as an environment these noises must breed a race “mentally stupid or hypermsthctically morbid.” However that may be, everybody knows that the noises of a great city are a nuisance, and that the greater part ,of them are unnecessary. There is not the slightest occasion for all the steam whistles on all the factories to screech f*ur times a day. The cry of the hawker is an impertinence and a breach of the peace. If none of the hawkers were permitted to yell, each would sell as much as he does now. Nine-tenths of all the piano pounding done in any city ought to be suppressed by a society for the prevention of cruelty to everybody. The love of noise is a savage instinct. With every step in civilization we more and more object to harsh, strong, unnecessary sound. But while we subdue our voices and muffle our floors with padded carpets, we have done next to nothing toward protecting ourselves against the unnecessary noises made by other people. In this matter there is a great. wo»k for the City Improvement Society to do. It will secure the abolition of bells and steam whistles and put a gag into the mouth of the street vendor, and it will render a blessed service to all sorts and conditions of civilized men. If it will reduce the sum total of pianoforte playing:—but that must go over for the millennium.

The Snail.

He has no ground rent to pay, toj he does not build his house upon any, and asks no better foundations for what he lives in than his own hack. Being his own landlord, he is not liable for house rent, and when he is not inside them his apartments are unfurnished ones. Where’er he dwells he dwells alone, Except himself has chattels none, Well satisfied to be his own Whole treasure. He is the despair of his creditors, for he has nothing to levy upon, and if the brokers seize his house they seize him 'too, and he is none the worse, for he was at home as he was. Income tax collectors gnash their teeth over him, for if they assess him on his house property he walks out of it. It is his freehold only so long as he remains within. Once outside it is nothing,, a mere shell, and no heading in any schedule meets the case. This is Why. no doubt, he somtimes leaves his lodgings and goes into others, to baffle the Commissioners and leave the lawyers to tax each other’s costs at their own expense. Nor does'he run up any bills. He is his own hosier, hatter, tailor, and shoemaker, and as for his food, he takes it where he finds it. If the caterpillar tells him he has no right to eat the cabbage, the snail replies with a tu quoque, and if the earwig protests against his coming into the lettuce he ask? it to show its title to possession.—Good Words.

It is the united action of the brain and the eye that forms the habit of close observation. We must, think nbout what we see if It is to permanent impression. When the mind is vacant, the eyes are robbed of half their value.

Old Playmates.

The author of “Modern Hunting," In La Nouvelle Revue, tells a pleasing story of one of the oldest and most celebrated sportsmen of France, the Prince de Joinvil-le. The Prince is perhaps the “senior member” of hunting society in his country. He was hunting in the Chantilly forest, as the guest of the Due d’Aumale. His party met another party which was following a deer id the same forest, and some disorder resulted. The Prince lost track of the animal that he was following, but he took the disappointment philosophically, and set out to find the deer again. On the way he was stopped by an old white-haired peasant, who told him that the deer he was following had passed by there recently. The son of Louis Philippe asked some simple question, but as the old peasant replied he looked at him keenly, seeming to pay more attention to him than to his words. Suddenly be stopped him. “Wait! it seems to me that I know you, friend!” he exclaimed. “Yes sir,” replied .the peasant, in his old cracked voice, which shook a little with emotion. “Oh, yes, we have often eaten cakes at ‘Auntie Adelaide’s.’ ” It was sixty years since they had been children together, but the varied experiences of that time had not made the Prince forget his old playmate and servitor, and he delayed his quest for the lost deer to renew the acquaintance.

Startled the Engineer.

A cruel joke was perpetrated on the engineer of the Louisville and [Nashville passenger train which reached this city late yesterday afternoon, says the Louisville CourierJournal. Several miles from the city the engineer was horrified to see what appeared to be the form of a man asleep on the track a short distance ahead. He frantically applied the airbrakes and blew the whistle in short, quick jerks, in the hopes of awakening the sleeping man. Immediately ‘heads began to pop out of the car windows, and as the supposed man in front was see* upon vne track they were quickly jerked back to escape seeing the sickening accident, which it appeared could not be averted. As the engine passed over the object the engineer and fireman closed their eyes and fancied they could feel the wheels pass over the body. When the train was finally stopped passengers and trainmen hurried back to the spot, where the dark object could still be seen, but now cut into several pieces. A search was already started for a doctor, when it was discovered that the mutilated remains were those of a dummy, with a pumpkin for a head. The figure had on a complete suit of cloths, and at a distance had a most natural appearance. The men returned, much disgusted, but greatly relieved, to the train.

Won by Praise.

Doctor Johnson was very susceptible to flattery. Gilbert Stuart, the American portrait painter, learned his art in the English home of Benjamin West. One day he met Doctor Johnson, whose dislike for the American colonies was notorious. “Sir,” demanded Johnson of young Stuart, “where did you learn English?” “Out of your dictionary, sir,” replied the quick-witted artist. The old man became gentle. Doctor John Ewing, provost of the University of Pennsylvania, while visiting in London, dined with Doctor Johnson. He had been cautioned not to contradict the great men, and he saw from the silence that Jell upon the company when Johnson entered the room that he was regarded as a literary despot, whose opinions were to be received and not criticized. Johnson attended to nothing but his plate, Having eaten voraciously he surveyed the guests for the first time. The conversation turned upon America, and Ewing defended the colonies, ’’What do you know, sir, on the subject?” exclaimed Johnson. “Sir,” he thundered on, “what do you know in America? You never read books there.” “Pardon me, sir,” blandly replied Ewing. “We have read the ‘Rambler.’” The compliment to the author pacified the enemy of the colonies.

The Passion Flower.

A great ma'ny'lovers of flowers who have not made botanical lore and legend a study often ask themselves or some friend why the “passion flower” is so called, and not one time in a dozen is the correct answer given. It was so named by the first Spanish settlers in the new world because they imagined that they saw in it a representation of our Lord’s passion. The filamentous processes are taken to represent the crown of thorns; the styles, the nails used in fastening the Savior to the cross; the alnthers, the marks of the flve wounds; the leaf, the spear that pierced his side; the tendrils, the cords or whips with which he was scourged; tlm column of the ovary, the upright® the cross; the stamens, the hammers; the calyx, the “glory” or halo; the white tint, purity; the blue tint, heaven. “Calvary clover” is a still more wonderful representation of the crucifixion. In that flower persons of vivid imagination can see in the meanderings of the colors of ‘ the petals the outlines of a cross with the figure of a man stretched prone upon it. Germany’s young war lord is blessed with true Teutonic thrift. He has now taken steps to have the milk produced on his farm at Potsdam sold in Berlin. Carts hearing his name are to be seen in the streets of the capital. The drivers of these vehicles retail milk to anyone who chooses to buy, and as it is of a good quality the sales are quite large. Of course the ultra-loyal members of the aristocracy prefer to patronize the royal milkman anyhow.

Exdder —“Did it ever occur to you ihat in riding a bicycle you might be encouraging a certain form of gambling?” Ministerial Enthusiast-r----“Horrore, no! There’s no gambling about a bicycle, is there?” Kidder —“Ain’t, eh? I’d just like to know If it hasn’t been a wheel of fortune to the makers?*—Buffalo Courier.

FIVE AGES OF THE BICYCLE.

A BLACK PARADISE BIRD.

On His Back the Feathers Rise in a FanShaped Coat. The bird whose portrait appears herewith is one of the birds cf parar dise. Somewhat larger than a blackbird, the feathers of his throat and breast are plaited in a curious way,

A BIRD OF PARADISE.

and form a sort of breastplate of green a nd bronze. On his back, just behind the had, the feathers rise in a fan-shaped cloak, which is so soft and rich-teok-ing as to almost resemble vevet Black is his general color, ■rflich takes a fine violet hue in the pun. He does not belong to the most alautiful kind of paradise birds, viich are all natives of New Guinea, Tpose plumage is so lovely that theiirds are often hunted for the sake 4 it; but he is a handsome fellow, Ifr all that i

Preserving the Teeth.

Time was when dentists simplified J their business by extracting i tooth as soon as it became troulesome, with the natural result, tat the owner’s face lost its contar and winsome curves, writes Mude 0. Murray, in an article that wfl please all women, entitled “Eduction in Beauty’s School,” in the Ladie’ Home Journal. How it is differen. Dentistry has made great stride within the iast twenty years, and w. are the gainers. If the breath stould be offensive consult the dentistind have the teeth put in order. ' If the trouble seems to come from .he st*mach take some simple correitive, md if that fails to sweeten it look for microbe growth in the nouth tnd war against it unceasingl,". A ew drops of any one of the qany g»od antiseptic tooth lotions added t> a half glass of water used by jinsingfche mouth on retiring, will ;gradully ostracize these nnwelcome dwellrs. Mothers should be impre sed tith the importance of caring fc r the jiildren’s teeth from infancy. Fromthe time the first teeth make theiil appearance they need constant nre. Every morning the mouth and Ip tie teeth should be carefully washedrith a soft sponge or cloth dipped injukewarm water. If they begin to fecay before the time arrives when rtture intends the first ones to fall dt, to be replaced by the permaneq set, they should be filled by a dfitist with white bone filling, or son; soft preparation which will not iquire much cutting to hold it in place. This will preserve the baby’teeth as long as will be necessary, at will also preserve the shape of ttj face, as cannot be done if the teefi are drawn prematurely, thus abwing the jaws to shrink. Train-robbing is becoming) dangerous that the industry is siering from great depression. And e only safe burglars now -are tho who have quit the business. A short history of China— a is teacup and a $3-servant-girL

HUMOR OF THE WEEK

STORIES TOLD BY FUNNY MEN OF THE PRESS. Many Odd, Curious, and Langhable Phase 7 of Haman*Natare GraphicaUy Portrayed by Eminent Word Artists of Oar Own Day —A Budget of Fun. P There is no such thing as a finished reputation —Galveston News. The lawyer is like the slugger. If he wants to succeed he must keep in practice.—Picayune. The popular pianist finds little difficulty in realizing on his nbtes of hand.—Buffalo Courier. The sculptor is generally fishing for fame when he makes a cast.— Glens Falls Republican. The philosopher is a wise man who absolutely refuses to have any enemies.—Galveston News. He is a miss guided youth who does everything his sweetheart asks him to do.—Boston Coiirier. It is rather too much to expect a man on his uppers to be a wholesouled fellow.—Buffalo Courier. No man is as good as he demands the young man shall be who asks for his daughter.—Atchison Globe. The most pathetic college cry is that of the youth whose remittance failed to arrive.—Plain Dealer. There have not been so many revolutions on the seas since the .close of the bathing season.—Plain Dealer. It Is a consolation when another man is in trouble to think* that it will prove a valuable lesson to hip). —Atchison Globe. “Right here,” said the minister, “I would like to have the cents of this meeting. The collectors will proceed.”—Plain Dealer. Mr. Prime —“ Mrs. Dawson fairly worships that son of hers.” Miss Spiteful—“ Yes; he is so unlike his father.”—Music and Drama. When there is company in the house the members of the family begin to say “(lood morning” to each other at breakfast —Atchison Globe. “That’s a point in your favor,” said the lawyer to his new typewriter, as she completed a very nice job of pencil-sharpening. Buffalo Courier.

He (an old hand) They have dropped their anchor. She (a beginner)—Served them right. It has been hanging over the side all -day long.— Tid-Bits.

“Haven’t seen you for an age, Charlie?” “No; I’ve changed my business.” “What are you now?” “Floorwalker. It’s twins.”—Detroit Free Press.

“Poor Timmie! Fojve years in Sing Sing! Ido feel ehorry for him. ” “Beiad, an’ yure shympathy’s trowed iway. He’s surrounded by triads.”— Brooklyn Life. ; “Did I hear you say that you have i(iund in your mother-in-law your ifeal?” “Yes, indeed; all the comments evet made on mothers-in-law jpply to her!”—Fliegende Blatter. / The Clergyman “And why phould little boys say their prayer /every night?” The Good Boy—“S,o’s the Lord can have a chance to get what they want by morning.”—Life. Papa— Won’t you be glad when you are a big man, Harry? Harry— No, papa. Papa—Why not? Harry— Why, because then I cannot get into the circus for half price.—Harper’s Young People. Pedestrian— You should he in better business than begging.' A gi;eat, strong fellow like you ought to look for work. Beggar—What! Throw up a sure thing for an uncer-tainty?—Tid-Bits. Singleton —ln her girlhood days your wife was possessed of a very sunny disposition. Has she any of it yet? Longwed Well—er—enough to make things warm for me occas-‘ ionally.—Buffalo Courier. “Aren’t you glad you have a little brother to play with, Tom?” inquired a neighbor referring to the fqrt-night-old Snow baby. “Play with!” echoed Tom, scornfully. “Why, he can’t even wash his own face!”—Exchange. At the Club.— Mr. Murray Hill—- “ You here, Uptown? Why, I understood your daughter was to he married to-night.” Mr. Uptown—“So she is; but I make it a rule never to mix in other people’s affairs.’’—Texas Siftings. An error of the press, for which an ample apology must be forthcoming; When you think you’re pressing the foot of the pretty niece under the table and find you’ve accidentally been pressing that of the elderly maiden aunt.—Drake’s Magazine. Mr. Eastside— “l heard you had tbq bad luck to upset your plate of soup ov.er a lady’s silk dress at the dinner yesterday.” Mr. Westside—“Yes, it was pretty hard luck for me. You know it is contrary to etiquette to ask for a second plate of soup.” Texas Siftings. Maud— And, pa, what did Prof. Crotchet say of my piano playing? Pa—He was quite extravagant in his praise. He said you possessed an originality in execution that was truly remarkable. He said he had heard some of your pieces performed by the greatest masters, and not one of them played as you did.—Boston Transcript

Cause for Thankfulness.

An exchange relates this incident of life in an apartment house: Boy—Father sent me up to say that he would be very thankful if you wouldn’t lay- any more carpets to-night; he can’t sleep. New Tenant—Go down and tell your father not to let my hammering prevent him from feeling thankful. Tell him to be thankful his carpets are laid, and above all to be thankful he sent you up instead of cominc himself. Odr late guest the Infanta Eulalia has been kicking up her royal heels all summer at Boyat, to the great delight of the sojourners at that fashionable watering place. She i 9 daily expected in England to take her children, who have been staying In London under the charge of a gov. erness, back to Madrid. She will then go to Paris, where she will spend the winter.