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READING FOR TIIE SABBATH % , Rev. E. M. Bounds, of the M. E. church South, has been elected associate editor of the St. Louis Christian Advocate. It is proposed to found a lectureship on scientific theolopv by the Baptists, in tlto city of Ngw York—something like the lectures of Joseph Cook, in Boston. Rev. Dwight Spencer has obtained SIO,OOO for the erection of a Baptist house of worship at Salt Lake City, and he will at once return to Utah to superintend- the erection of the building. Tiie Sunday-school Times says steps are being taken to found anew Sunday-school assembly for the East after the model of Chautauqua. The site most mentioned is Key East, N. J. Judge McConnel. of fays there IS h' n °- °" e ,n *' ie l'-ifth judical district intoxicating liquors are retailed, and **the schools have risen and the whisky-dens have fallen.” The Rev. Charles Taylor, D. D.,of the Kentucky Conference, says the Episcopal Methodist, is in New York, visiting his father, who, if he lives until September, will reach his 100th birthday. The Northwestern Presbyterian Church, of Philadelphia, has retired from the Presbyterian denomination, because the Presbytery disapproved of its employing as its pastor a Greek, Waldo Messaros. At a recent meeting of the Arnvy of Salvation in Exeter Hall, London. England, Gen. Booth stated that the association numbers 49l corps, 1,500.000 officers and soldiers. The receipts for the year hud been about $750,000. The St. Louis Christian Advocate (Church South) is offered for sale by Logan D. Dameron, Esq., because his business and private interests call him to other cares and labors. He offers the church the first choice as purchaser, but if the church does not take it he will sell to private parties. Chunder Mozoonidar, one of the greatest preachers of the Brahrao Somaj (Church of God) in India, recentlv addressed an important meeting in London, and, says the Echo, “no foreigner ever before, with the exception of Kossuth, so revealed and used the rich resources of the English language.” The Rev. G. W. Woodall gives an encouraging account of the prospects in Chinkiang, where he is stationed. He is making progress with the language. He finds that the general feeling toward missionaries is growing more and more favorable. They are regarded less as “foreign devils” and more as messengers of peace, who bring Fu-Yin, or “The Happy Sound. H Thus they designate the gospel. “Then is one topic.” says Ralph Waldo Emerson, “peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept, or if you have slept, or if you have headache, or sciatica, or leprosy, or thunder-stroke, I beseech you to hold your peace, and not pollute the morning, to which all the house-mates bring serene and pleasant thoughts, by corruption and groans. The earliest Greek manuscript of the New Testament goes nearly back to I ran so us, who succeeded Polycarp, the pupil of Bt. John, while no manuscript of Homer is older than the twelfth century. Hebrew manuscripts relate back so far that the long lives of Adam, Methuselah, Seth and Noah enabled the sons of Noah to have intercourse with Abraham; so that, os near as we are by generations to the Pilgrim Fathers, so near to the beginning of the epoch A. D. is the questioned record of the New Testament, and equally near to the early history of the epoch B. C. is the accredited Old Testament record. Mr. Oliver Johnson, whom no one will accuse of overfaith in evangelical Christianity, expresses the opinion in the July Atlantic that the time has come when the representative religious men of the time, Roman and Protestant, Orthodox ami Liberal, Jew and Agnostic should set aside matter of less importance and take un the subject of teaching morality in the public schools. And he believes that they would not find it difficult to agree when they cast aside abstract questions, and considered morality itself—they would soon arrive “at one and the same place.” That place he also clearly indicates as follows: “And the morality which they would all commend as essential to the purity of society and the safety of tiie republic, and therefore indispensable to good citizenship, would be, in substance, that the New Testament, which has its grandest illustration in the teaching and example of Jesus—His example in death as well as in life.” That we are on the eve of such a movement no one can doubt. We have given up religious worship and the teaching of religion in the schools, and the need of teaching a definite system of morals Is therefore imperative.” Although the gospel has been well received in Madagascar, the missionaries find that there is one subject on which they must not open their mouths. That subject is slavery, and the rule i? just as it used to be in our Southern States during the domination of the slave power, when a minister denouncing slavery as a sin or praying for its abolition was considered an lieretical disturber of the peace, and was bidden to go away. Formerly Madagascar was the chief market for slaves on the east coast of Africa. Tbe traffic was several years ago prohibited by law, but the law is constantly evaded. The well-to-do people in Madagascar all keep slaves, many of whom are church members as well as their masters. Wealth is. to a great extent, represented by the number of slaves a man owns, or claims to own, much as it used to be in our slave States. There are frequent auction sales of slaves, in which families are separated as in the old wav. Tne slaves are not, as a general thing, badly treated or made to work very hard. Their slavery i9 as light as slavery can be. Still, it is slavery, and, as such, is a great hinderance to the progress of the gospel and of the highest civilization. An atheistical writer in the Revue des Deux Mondes recently argues in favor of government protection for Christian missions in the national possessions in heathen countries. saying in reference to England, as an illustration: “In consequence of the spirit of association that reigns in England their missions have organizations of tiie strongest character, and have no want of resources. The State protects, sustain*, and encourages them. No one would think of proposing to England to abandon the Protestant protectorate it exercises in fact, if not in law. It does not forget that the Protestant Bibles carry its language everywhere, and that missionaries are the best agents of civilization to deliver from barbarism the countries that are still plunged in it.” Referring to the influence of kindness and benevolent works in producing civilizing effects, he says: “How can these things be done more cheaply and more surely than through the missionary societies? Who can be depended on to remain faithful to their posts in time of trial except those who are sustained by that hope, or, if you please, by that supernatural illusion that belongs only to men controlled by faith?” Massacre of Christian** in China. 'an Francisco bulletin. There has been a fearful massacre of Chrisians within the jurisdiction of Lung-kang Hsien, a few days’ journey west of Ta li Fu. A young French priest and some scores of native converts have fallen victims to the fury of the mob, and all houses belonging to Christians between Lung-kang andTa-li have been destroyed by fire. It seems that for a long time great animosity has been manifested against the native churches, and threats have been made to slay all Christians and destroy all their property. Maters came to a crisis about tiie Ist of April, when a mob of 200 persons attacked and murdered the Rev. Father Terrassee and seven Christians who were with him. The rioters then pursued their course of destruc*

tion, their numbers increasing as they went along, butchering every convert they met and firing all property owned by Christians all along the five or six days’ journey to Ta-li Fu, where the trouble happily stopped. It is said that the Christians defended themselves in some places so vigorously that their assailants were forced to desist from further outrage. A Youth’s Sudden Conversion. Richmond (Va.) Religious Herald. A young pian threatened to whip the Rev. Joseph Walker if he baptized his two sisters; but at the midoight preceding the time appointed for the baptism he called up his sisters and askqd them to pray for him, aj£ ’ ue and they W6Ye all three baptized next Sunday by Brother Walker. This Occurred fortytwo years ago, in Hampton, but we heard the administrator tol] about it last Sunday week at the dedication in Hampton. A Letter from the Pope. Leo XIII, who lives in terror of autograph hunters, seldom writes a line when he can avoid doing so. He departed from his rule the other day, however, when he sent a photograph to the Catholic Society of Vicenza. On the back of it he had nscribed the following: “Justitium colui. Certamina longa, labores. ludibria, insidias. asnera quoque lull,, at lidei vindex non flectar. Pro grege Christi duice pati ipsoque in carcere dulce mori. Leo XIII.” Which might be rendered thus: “Justice have I worshiped. Long struggles, labors chicanery, plots and hard blows have I borne. But of faith, the champion, I will not flinch. For Christ’s flock how sweet to suffer! Yea, even in prison how sweet to die! Leo XIII.’’ MINISTERS AND DYSPEPSIA. Advice to Ailing Clergymen from a Friendly Layman. It. J. Burdette. * Mv dear young brother: If you can, at the outset of your ministerial career, entirely divest yourself of any idea that you are possessed of lungs, throat or liver, believe me, it will be pence to your bones and mercy to your congregation, and your usefulness in the pulpit will be largely increased. A whining man is always a horrible bore under all circumstances and in any profession. The more be whines, the less do we sympathize with him. We strive to avoid him. We listen to his complaints only when he corners us; and then we don’t believe one-half of them. And we charitably say that he exaggerates the other half. And when we believe he was only half so ill as he claimed to be at first, it follows that there is nothing whatever the matter with him. You have seen those high-ly-colored manikins which the demonstrators use on the platform, taking them apart to illustrate lectures on anatomy? Well, I have sat under the ministry of some preachers who came into the pulpit now and then, and exhibited themselves before thecongregat on as living wonders of dyspepsia, bronchitis, asthma, neuralgia, headache, torpid livers, sore throat, influenza, a large and carefullyselected assortment of coughs and colds, and rheumatic troubles, inflammations, congestions, sprains, bruises, contusions, malarial affections, and all the various Ills to which a preacher is heir. If you are an in valid, my dear brother, your congregation doesn’t want a full report of your case and a detailed statement of the marvels of Liebig’s Concentrated Syrup of Ginseng every Sunday morning. If a congregation is anything like other audiences, and I think it is, it doesn’t care one cent for vour physical condition. The individual units of the congregation will bo moved with compassion for your infirmity, and will express and feel the deepest sympathy with you. But the mass in the aggregate will say, “We came here to hear a good sermon, not a lecture on anatomy.” And they will expect a good sermon, too. and will complain if they don’t get it. Preach without any reference to yourself or your physical condition. You can sometimes preach a headache away. If you can’t you will have to stand it. If you parade your distress before your congregation, you only distress the people, worry and irritate them and drive them away from you. They will even “wish to goodness that man would either get well or quit preaching.” All this has a heartless sound, I know, but I believe it to be true, and it isn’t altogether heartless. You must expect to preach sometimes when you would rather run away, like Jonah, than go into the pulpit. All men feel that way at times, and all men, from draymen to presidents, work when they don’t feel like it. Aphorisms. From the writings of Oliver Wendell Holmes. You may set it down as a truth which admits of few exceptions that those who ask your opinion really want your praise. Memory is a net. One finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking. God bless all good women. To their soft hands and pitying hearts we must ail come at last. Put not your trust in money, but put your money in trust. When a strong brain is weighed with a true heart it seems to me like balancing a bubble against a wedge of gold. Controversy equalizes fools and wise men in the same way—and the fools know it. I find the great thing in this world is not so much- where we stand as in what direction we are moving. If the sense of the ridiculous is one side of an impressible nature, it is very well; but if that is all there is in a man he had better have been an ape and stood at the head of his profession at once. Travelers change their guineas, not their characters. There are three wicks to the lamp of a man’s life: brain, blood and breath. Press the brain a little, its light goes out, followed by both the others. Stop the heart a minute, and out go all three of the wicks. Choke the air out of the lungs, and presently the fluid ceases to supply the other centers of flame, and all is soon stagnation, cold and darkness. The scientific study of man is the most difficult of all branches of knowledge. There are a good many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at, but they are the smiles that make wrinkles* and not dimples. We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much. People that do not laugh 1 or cry, or take more of anything than is good for them, or use anything but dictionary words, are admirable subjects for. biographies. Blit we don’t care most for those fine-pattern flowers that press best in the herbarium. Faith always implies a disbelief of a lesser fact in favor of a greater. The broad church. I think, will never be based upon anything that requires the use of language. Freemasonry gives the idea of such a church. The cup of cold water does not require to be translated for a foreigner to understand it. Tiie only broad church possible is that which has its creed in the heart, and not in the head. I would have a woman as true as death. At the first real lie, which works from the heart outward, she should be tenderly chloroformed into a better world, where she can have an angel for a governess and feed on strange fruits, which shall make her all over again, even to her bones and marrow. Why can’t somebody give us a list of things which everybody thinks and nobody says, and another list of things that everybody says and nobody thinks? Premature Loss of Hair May be entirely prevented by the use of Burnett’s Cocoalne. The superiority of Burnett’s Flavoring Extracts consists in their perfect purity and strength.

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL. SATURDAY, JULY 7, 1883.

ANECDOTES OP PUBLIC MEN. An Exciting Scene in the House of Representatives -Incidents in the Lives of Well-Known Characters. From Howard Carroll’s new book, “Twelve Americans,” made up of biographies of men distinguished in various walks of life, we make the following excerpts: Among the most interesting and exciting incidents in the life of Robert C, Schenck was the folio-; n g On one occasion, on the floor of the Hous6, Joshua R. Giddings, of Ohio, was assailed in the bitterest fashion by a number of-the triends of slavery, and charged with stealing negroes and sending them away from the District of Columbia—then, of course, within the slave dominion. After abuse of this sort had been heaped upon him for some days, he at last rose to a personal explanation, and demanded the floor. At once from the Southern members there came cries of: “Don’t hear him! don’t hear him! We object! we object!” A scene of almost riotous confusion followed, and in the midst of it Schenck, broadshouldered, square-headed and powerful, rose in his place, commandin'? silence by the intensity of his manner and the vehemence with which he said. “I have no personal interest in this matter, Mr. Speaker, nor knowledge of the matters alleged, but when the honorable gentleman, my colleague, who has been so violently and gravely assailed, desires to make a personal explanation, surely lie should be permitted to do so. Under such circumstances, sir, no gentleman would object.” Again, however, tiiere came from different parts of the chamber cries of “I object!” “I object!” and again Schenck, with renewed emphasis, said: "I repeat, Mr. Speaker, that, under the circumstances, no gentleman would object.” Asa result of this courage and pertinacity Mr. Giddings was allowed to make his explanation. When the scene was over there was much discussion as to who Schenck referred to when he said that no gentleman would object; and Jacob Thompson, of Mississippi, who was afterward Secretary of the Interior, communicated to him the impression—which was general in the House —that he meant Slidell, of Louisiana. “That is a mistake,” replied Mr. Schenck; “I did not even know that he was in the House.” “Are you willing to make that explanation public?” asked Thompson. “Certainly,” was the reply. “I will do so with pleasure.” The’ next day, on the floor, Mr. Slidell, in accordance with this arrangement, rose and asked if the gentleman from Ohio referred to him when he said that no gentleman would object to Mr. Giddlings’s explanation, “No, certainly not, sir,” replied Schenck; •I did not even know that the gentleman from Louisiana was in the House.” Still Slidell questioned him, saying. “If the gentleman from Ohio knew that the member from Lousiana was in the House, would he have made that remark?” “That,” replied Schenck, “is a hypothetical question, and I will not be questioned in that fashion.” Still the Southern member went on to interrogate him; and at last, entirely out of patience, Schenck took the floor, notwithstanding the almost violent efforts which his friend Governor Vance, of Ohio, made to restrain him, and said: “It is evident that what the member from Louisiana desires to know is to whom I referred when I said yesterday that no gentleman would object to the explanation of my colleague. Lest there be any further doubt upon this subject, I will say here and now that I meant and referred to the drunken member from Alabama, Felix G. McConnell.” As may well be imagined, this declaration created the wildest excitement in the House. McConnell, one of the most violent Democrats and pro-slavery men then in Washington, rushed down the aisle, shaking his fist at Schenck. and for a moment it was believed that a personal encounter could not be avoided. With great difficulty order was at last restored and the ordinary business of the House for a time resumed. Just before adjournment, however, Garret Davis came over to where Mr. Schenck was quietly seated, and said: “Have you a pistol, Schenck?” “No,” replied the latter; “I never carried one in my life.” “Well, you had better carry one to-day,” said Davis, “for McConnell is swearing he will shoot you on sight.” “Still, I haven’t a pistol, and don’t know where to get one,” replied Schenck. “Take mine—take mine,” said Davis, at the same time quietly handing his friend a pistol. For some days after this Mr. Schenck went armed. Three days later he met McConnell as he was walking down the eastern steps of the Capitol. The Alabamian was standing quietly on the portico, but made no demonstration as Schenck passed him, and so the affair ended. * * * Os Frederick Douglass, the following incident of his early life is related: It was in this new home that Frederick Douglass learned to read, so laying the foundation for that better education which in the years afterward made him a marked man, not only among his own people, but among all the people of this country. He first acquired a desire to learn to read by hearing his mistress reading the Bible. One day, knowing nothing of the fact that he was making what was then regarded in the slave States as an unlawful request, he went to the lady and said to her frankly, “Please, missy, will you teach me to read?” To which simple and pathetic appeal the kind woman at once gave an affirmative response. By her aid and by diligent study he soon made himself master of the alphabet, and shortly was able to spell words of three or four letters. The lady of the house was so proud of her pupil, that one evening she informed her husband of the lessons she was giving him, and exultingiy exclaimed: “He is getting on so rapidly that I soon expect to have him reading the Bible!” “What!” cried her husband, almost in consternation, “you are teaching that nigger to read?” \ “Yes,” she said, amazed at his tone, as I tell you, and he is getting along nicely.” “He must get along no farther,” was the peremptory response of the master of the house; and then he continued by explaining to his wife that it was not only unsafe and impolitic to teach slaves to read, but that it was actually unlawful to do so. In conclusion he said—and his words sank deep into the heart of the little black boy who heard them—“lf you give a niggar an inch fie will take an ell. Learning would spoil the best one of them. If you were to teach that boy how to read the Bible there would be no keeping him; such knowledge could only do him harm —at any rate could only make him discontented and unhappy. Besides, if you teach him to read he would soon after want to write; and when he had acquired that accomplishment the next thing he would do would be to run away.” * * * An anecdote told of Forrest is worth reproducing: In 1800 Forrest went to California on one of the Pacific mail steamers, taking McCullough with him. During the vovage there occurred a number of incidents which w’ell illustrate the peculiaraties of the famous old actor. lie was suffering greatly from gout, and in addition —the passage being a very stormy one—was prostrated by sea-sickness. One day, while in this condition, groaning and swearing on deck in his own peculiar fashion, he came face to face with Captain Bradbury, tbe commander of the ship, and for a moment looking at him as if he would annihilate him, blurted out:” “Damme, sir, do you know that no one

ever had any reasonable excuse for gping to sea except the patriarch Noah?” “Well, well—ah, no—ah, Mr. Forrest—” stammered the captain, and then recovering himself, and entering iqto the spirit of the occasioh, he asked, “ ‘What wd9 Noah’s excuse?” To which Forrest at once replied, “Why, damme, sir, if lie had stayed at home lie would have been drowned,” * * * Os John Gilbert the following are related: “Toward the close of onq of their trips through the border States the company to which Mr x Gilbert was attached played in kk Louis, then an insignificant town of a few thousand inhabitants, paved principally with mud six inches deep, and boasting one theater, transformed out of an old salt-house, the only entrance to which was by wav of a long and rickety flight of steps built on the outside of the end wall. From his share of the receipts* of a performance in this establishment young Gilbert bought a pair of very fine-looking boots, and on account of them was tor the moment the envy of his companions, several of whom were without adequate covering for their pedal extremities. They said very little regarding his purchase, however, until some days afterward, when, on the way down the Mississippi to New Orleans, the .boat on which they had taken passage stopped at Vicksburg for a load of cotton. There two or three of the actors, knowing that the boat would be detained all night, determined to give a performance on their own account, and hired a negro to go through the town, ring a bell, and make the announcement. Toward evening it became evident that the tumble-down shed in which the entertainment was to be given would be well filled; and old “Sol” Smith—“the original Sol”—who was to be one of the performers, came to Gilbert, and, dolefully displaying p pair of shoes through which a torn stocking was only too plainly visible, said, in tones which would have done credit to Forrest or the elder Booth: “John, friend of me youth, let me have your opinion of these shoes.” “They are very bad shoes,” replied Gilbert, with equal solemnity; “exceedingly bad shoes, my friend.” “In fact, it would be injudicious, as it were, to appear before the culture and fashion of Vicksburg in such shoes?” queried “Sol;” and Gilbert, beginning to see what what was coming, reluctantly admitted that “the culture and fashion of Vicksburg” might, indeed, object to so lavish a display of worn stocking. “Then, me friend, me noble friend!” continued ‘ the inimitable Sol” with increasing animation, “there is absolutely no help for it. Me very soul revolts at being compelled to ask the sacrifice, but, in the name of our friendship, I conjure—nay, I command you —to lend me your new boots!” What warm-hearted man could have withstood such an appeal? Certainly not John Gilbert. Without further ado, he pulled off the new boots and gave them to his friend. They were several sizes too large for “Sol;” still, happy in their possession, he hurried away to take part in the performance. The house was well filled. ‘Sol.” received nearly twenty dollars as his share of the proceeds, and having the night before him, wandered about “just to see the town, you know;” happened into a gambling-saloon, lost all his money, took a brandy-smash or two, became happily oblivious to what was going on about him, staggered out into the street toward his boat, and at last arrived in the very best of health and spirits, but without anything on his feet. He bad left John Gilbert’s new boots sticking in the black mud of Vicksburg! During the rest of the trip to New Orleans that eminent comedian was obliged to wear the “holey” shoes of his friend “501.,” while “Sol.” himself (a wiser, if not a sadder man) was obliged to walk about in a pair of dilapidated slippers furnished by the liberality of the steamboat captain. Another of Mr. Gilbert’s recollections of the Princess Theater is very arnasing. J. W. Wallack was playing Don Cresar de Bazan, one of his famous characters, and was just beginning his best scene, when a seedy-looking old gentleman, who had a seat near the stage, rose, and, with much ado buttoning bis threadbare black coat about him, was on the point of leaving the theater, when Wallack, half annoyed and half amused at the stir which the old fellow was making, stepped to the foot-lights and, addressing him, said: “Don’t be in a hurry; the performance is not yet over.” To which the old gentleman, not at all disconcerted, in a broad Scotch accent replied: “I ken that verra weel, but I’ve had a’ i can stan : o’t,” and then, amid shouts of laughter, marched out of the theater. NOT AN ICEBERG. Not a Bit Stuck Up, but One of the Sweetest, Nicest and Jolt test Girls on the Stage. Gentlemanly Scene Shifter, iu National Republican. “The public has formed a wrong impression of Mary Anderson. People think of her as a living iceberg. Nothing could be further from the truth. She is for all the world like a big school girl, chock full of animal spirits and overflowing with jollity. Why I have seen her bound into the wings ana in the exhuberance of her frolicsome disposition jump on a man’s back and make him carry her. Icebergs don’t do that. She is just the sweetest, nicest and best girl you ever ruet, and not a bit stuck up when you come to know her. When Louis* James was playing Romeo to her Juliet, in this theater two or three years ago, he took her nose between his teeth when she stooped over to take the poison off his lips, and held her an unconscionable time. Mamma Griffin saw what he was doing, and she was in an agony of fear lest the audience should see it too. ‘Just look at that devil,* she cried, coming, over to where I was standing, ‘lie is biting Mary’s nose right thereon the stage.” 0! I wish I could get at him!’ What a circus there was when the curtain rung down. Mary chased Janies all over the stage with a piece of board, and the company looked on and split their sides laughing at the sight. “General Sherman always liked Mary Anderson, but since the papers blasted him for kissing the chorus girls he has never gone behind the scenes. When Bob Downing joined her company he says to her: ‘Now, Mary, when I play Romeo to your Juliet I am going to make love to you with as much earnestness as though I were dead mashed on you. There will be no foolishness about my love making. I will kiss you just as a real-sure-enough-lover would do. I want that understood.’ ‘All right, Bob,’ she replied; ‘that’s just what I want you to do.’ Oh, yes. Mary Anderson is an iceberg—in your mind she is.” Large Order for Newspaper Advertising. Pliiliuleiphia Times. Colonel Taylor, the manager of the Boston Globe, yesterday closed a contract with Frank Siddalls, of Philadelphia, the manufacturer of the widely-known Frank Siddall’s soap, for $20,000 worth of advertising in his paper. This is among the largest orders ever given to any one newspaper by a single advertiser. It forcibly illustrates the enormous power of advertising, which has been wholly depended on for the introduction of this soap, and which has resulted in a wonderfully rapid development of business. In a single week as many as 10,000 letters have been received by this phenomenal advertiser from intelligent women in all parts of the country inquiring Hibout his new idea, which does away with the steam and slop of washing-day. The short space of three years hassufficed to make the business equal, if not exceed that of the oldest and largest soap manufacturers in the world, and all through pure, simple newspaper advertising. Ayer’s Ague Curt* is a powerful tonic bitter, composed wholly of vegetable substances. Its action is peculiar, prompt and powerful, breaking up the chill, curing the fever and expelling the poison from tbe system, yet leaving no harmful or unpleasant effect upon the patient. Sufferers from ohills and fever who have used quinine as a remedy will appreciate this.

THE MAN-EATING SHARK. Fishing for the Monsters at Cape May— Keekless Bathers Tempting Death. Correspondence Philadelphia Press. At the end of Denizot’s pier, this afternoon, when the tide was nearly at its height, a broad-shouldered, sun-burned man, dressed in black, with a wide-brimmed straw hat pullealown over his brown eyes, stood witii folded arms watching the movements of a large cork float tossing upon the waves some sixty feet away to the right of the pier. Across the narrow space of the upper corner was a small rope tied in a loose knot. It ran on the post and thence out to the float. A pale-faced Philadelphia book-keeper, with his wife and baby, came up and inquired what was the meaning of the rope and the float. “Is it some new* arrangement for saving life?” said the book-keeper, “for I see men swimming around and just beyond the float.” The man with the folded arms did not turn his head or take his eyes off from the float as he said: “Sharks. I am fishing for sharks.” “Not real sharks, not man-eating sharks?” Why, there are men swimming all around where you are fishing.” “The more fools they. I caught a shark yesterday seven feet long. A regular maneater, plenty large enough to snap off the leg or arm of a swimmer. When I caught him there were swimmers all around him.” Hardly had the shark fisherman finished his sentence when the knot in the slack of the rope was untied with the rapidity of lightning and pulled taut with a snap that sounded like a pistol shot. The shark fisherman, who the moment before was like a man of wood, now was alive with the wildest excitement. He hauled iq on his rope with arms of steel with the rapidity of a madman. When the fisherman had about onethird of the rope hauled in the shark took a sharp turn and made out direct for the sea. This jerked the fisherman forward, so that he staggered up against one of the posts. The line was as taut as a fiddle string one moment, then it was slack again, and the fisherman hauled in without any resistance. “I have lost him,” he said, with a look of disgust. When the huge iron hook was hauled in, there was a deep dent in it from the teeth of the shark just lost. “Look at that dent,” said the fisherman to the bookkeeper. “That is a real man-eater that made that mark.” The hook was now re baited with a long weed fish, a foot and a half in length, and again tossed back to float in back of the breakers, where one or two men were still swimming. There was a gray haze upon the horizon. The wind that came across the end of the pier was fresh, sweet, invigorating, but at the same time caressing. Tiie pale faces of the book-keeper’s family soon flushed in the steady breeze. The baby played with the slack of the rope as her father talked with tbo fisherman. “Why is it.” said he, “those swimmers way outside the breakers are not attacked*?’ “The sharks are cowardly. They prefer a still bait to a moving one. That is tbe reason why they strike at my weed fish instead of that bullet-headed - young man who is so proud of being behind the breakers. But if lie lays up to afloat, very long two or three man-eaters will make a* break for him. It is only a question of time when one of those reckless bathers are going to get picked off. You could not get an old sailor to enter the water outside of that line of breakers. The waters are full of sharks all along the coast.” “Do they ever come inside the breakers?” “Oh, yes; but the bathers are so noisy and numerous as to frighten them back. The regular fishermen here when at work in the fall have to keep a sharp lookout for them. The fishermen wade into the water lip to their waists, and then throw out their lines. Often one or two sharks will come around and get between them and the shore. Then the men will cut and run. The sharks move so slowly in the shallows the fishermen can outrun them.” Here the slack of the rope snapped. The fisherman again began to haul in. The shark was well hooked this time. He dashed to the right and left, lashing the water with his tail. At one time he would be on the surface in a cloud of spray, and then he would go down with great velocity. But all this time the adroit fisherman was reeling in the slack whenever the shark moved toward him, and coiling it about the posts. For onehalt an hour there was sharp lighting of an excitingcharacter. Now the black nozzle of the man-eater is alongside the end of the pier. He is too heavy and strong to be raised. He must be piloted along the pier and beached. The tide is sweeping in, so the task looks easy. But the shark soon discovers what is being done. He darts furiously forward, and with dextrous cunning winds around and around one of the posts of the pier until he is snarled fast. Then he begins to bite the post savagely, with short snaps like an angry bulldog in a corner. The rope is wound around the post under the water. This is all that saves it. The fisherman climbs out onto a projection of the pier. Leaning over with a long pole he drives the shark back around the post, the maneater snapping and lashing the water in a blind rage until the rope is again released. This is continued for an hour, when the fisherman, bathed in perspiration, trembling with fatigue, finally lands his prey upon the beach and ties him fast to the upper railing of the pier, where a crowd of guests from the hotel run up to watch the dying throes of a man-eater that measures exactly seven feet from the end of his nose to the notch of his tail. The sight of the shark on the beach has bad no effect in frightening the foolhardy bathers who will go outside the line of the breakers. Day before yesterday a young man from the New Columbia was caught in a witch tide and nearly drowned. The lifeboat near caught him just as he was going down the third time. This morning they were bobbing for sharks from the end of the piers, while a dozen foolhardy, brawny-armed fellows were clear outside the line where the fishermen take the man-eaters. THE ALPS IN WINTER. Scenes of Beauty That Hardly Compensate for the Dangers aud Discomforts. London Academy. Winter travel has many advantages, with some drawbacks. The supercilious landlord, if found at home, is converted into the most obsequious of hosts. But he is sometimes out, and his larder may prove empty. This is less frequently the case in the Bernese Oberland and eastern Alps, where tiiere is a good deal of commercial traffic all through the winter, than in the Pennine valley visited by Mrs. Burnaby. The roads are rough, unless a snowfall has recently smoothed the way for sledging. There may he in places considerable danger from falling stones, icicles, avalanches, but the exhilaration of sledging is far beyond all valley traveling in summer, and the absence of dust, tourists’ vans and mule processions is compensation for many inconveniences. As to beauty, every dripping crag is hung with ice fringes, every cascade is turned into the gleaming ice pyramid. In the pine forest and along the river banks the frost fairly plays a thousand pranks. The low sun and the morning mists give delicate tints to mountain slopes that in midsummer look dull enough. The lesser peaks lose their harshness, the ugliness of moraines is hidden. The blue sky Keeps all day long a mottled softness, as in a reflection. The shadows are full of transparent, impalpable color. The distant horizon is marvelously clear. On the other hand,

there is a great sameness in winter landscapes. The contrast between the icy wastes and their J line borderland of flowers, or their October skirt of glowing foliage—l say nothing of the popular but un picturesque August—is lost. The purity of the eternal snows is no longer contrasted with the dark outlines of the miudie ranges. A succession of white banks is often less beauti--lul than a silver line. Snow, spread broadcast, loses something of its dignity. 4t Mountain climbing in winter, above th# summer snow-line has been proved by many experiences to have only one special danger —frost bite. Mont Blanc, first reached afc this season by an English lady, the Schreckhorn, Wetterhorn, Matterhorn, Piz Bernina, with the Orteier and half the eastern Alps, have been climbed in winter without accident. Tue snow, however, since it does not melt enough to freeze into a solid crust, is frequently in bad condition. The best months are December and January; in February and March the temperature on heights is colder, and much more snow falls. It i9 often warmer in winter on the peaks than in the valleys, and near the mountains than down on the lakes. Chaniounix and Grindelwald have clear skies while Berne and Geneva are in fog. Mr. Colidge found on tbe top of the Schreckhorn, on Jan. 27, a temperature of 37° Fahrenheit! The accumulating experience of Alpine winter health-resorts points, I fear, to the conclusion that it is only within limits that the mountains can be said to cure consumption. In many cases, taken in time, Alpine air seems permanently to modify the constitution and to arrest any tendency to disease; and it undoubtedly is of tea successful in holding in check the disease in its earlier stages, but it does not often eradicate an existing ill, and it may aggravate it. It should be said, however, that from the Rocky mountains, where the air-cure is well known, there come to us stories of cures exceeding any European experience. How far they are authentic, and, if so, whether the cause is the superior dryness of tne climate, are questions to be left to medical men. A LITTLE PARADISE. The Island Where Robinson Crusoe Was Monarch of All He Surveyed. Correspondence Rochester Democrat. The sun was bathing the beautiful island with a flood of golden light as we neared its picturesque harbor. In little boats we went ashore and landed in a primitive manner of running the boat aground and pulling it up on the shore. It was difficult to realize that we were, indeed, on this historical mysterious island that imagination had pictured from childhood’s early hours in so many fanciful forms. The books tell you that it was on this lovely island that, in 1704. the celebrated English navigator, Dampier, landed his boatswain, Alexander Selkirk, with whom he had quarreled, and left him alone on this uninhabited spot with a small quantity of provisions and tools. Here lie lived four years, till he was picked up by a passing ship and brought back to Europe. It was from the notes he made during his solitary residence that Daniel Defoe com his incomparable work of “Robinson Crusoe.” No book doubtless ever held tne childish interest with a greater fascination than that which describes his wanderings on this mysterious and enchanted island. That which had always seemed but a dreamy romance was now before you. The scenes where all the wild and wondrous experiences were described are just at hand, and you wander on, as it were, but just aroused from a fanciful dream. Perchance it was on this sandy beach among which you wander thaft Crusoe first discovered the foot-prints of his good,man Friday. The island is about seven Spanish leagues in circumference, or a trifle over twenty English miles. It belongs to Chili, and for a number of years the government used it as a place for transporting convicts, till one night art the prisoners rose in their power, killed their keepers, and, taking the oniy boats on the island, sailed away, and were never heard of more. Os late years the government has leased the island to one man. who pays something like $2,000 a year for its use. This man has a small colony of workmen, drying fish and goatskins, and sending them every few months in large quantities to the market in Valparaiso. There are to be found in the waters about the island lobsters of a peculiar kind and enormous in size. Some of these measure from two to four feet in length. Every variety of fish in the greatest abundance seem to swarm about this lone island. It is a great resort for whalers, who put in here for a few days to supply themselves with fresh water and with fish, poultry and game, which they obtain at marvelously low prices from the sovereign ruler of the island. Many years ago two lone, lorn goats were brought to the island, and their .amilies and children have increased so rapidly that to-day thousands and tens of thousands of these now are to be found in every part of the island. Large numbers of them are shot each year, and their dried skins, sold in Valparaiso, are a source of large income to the lessee of the land. It was necessary to live on board the ship, but each day there were excursions to distant parts, where new beauties, new surprises and new wonders revealed themselves. The whole island is fertile, with wooded hills and valleys, wherein are springs of pure and living water. One day, I remember well, when the sun had all its dampers open and was pouring out a furious heat, so intense that our collars had lost all their dignity, and the ladies’ bangs looked as straight as an Indian maiden’s tawny locks, we came within a wooded glen where suddenly a spring of living water burst from out the mossy rock. It was pure, clear as crystal, and of icy coldness. I think I never knew water of so flue a brand. It was more refrezhing than the choicest wine. There are no roads, no paths; but you pick your way along by nature’s courses. Now you turn sharply, and you find yourself again within a deep glew, where it would be no surprise to see nymph or giant issue forth. Here a stately tree filled with ripening fruit spreads its good branches over the smaller trees, and close beneath it ferns of wonderful beauty spring up; for where the land is musical with running streams, and great trees fling their shaddows and hang darkly over the brooks whose sparkling waters give birth to soft vapors, these ferns love to spring forth —perchance to doubly reflect their beauty in some mirroring pool. It was a pretty spot, which sets you thinking of Cliilde Harold’s temple on the bank of Clitinnus—“A mirror and a bath for beauty’s youngest daughter.” Why a Georgia Politician is Popular, Atlanta Constitution. It is strange how rigidly Senator Brown adheres to tiie old-fashioned speech and habit of his uncultured boyhood. He seems to find a pride in unchanging them, and they certainly have the merit of vigor and directness. In an admirable speech to the higiischool boys the other night, Emory Speer warned them to avoid bar-rooms and never take a drink of liquor. “Yes,” said Senator Brown, in a speech of indorsement, “don’t go about the groceries, and never take the first draiu.” It was perfectly natural in the Senator when he was addressing the Legislature to take the water pitcher sidewise and apply his lips at the left of the handle, even when a glass was close to his hand, *No lady of refinement likes to resort to superficial devices to supply a becoming semblance of her former beauty. It Is health alone that kindles tko fire that lights tho couutonunoo anil brings back the fresh tints of the apple blossoms to the faded check. If anything on earth will do this it is Mrs. Lydia E. Pmkhain’s Vegetable Compound, which has already brought; health to multitudes with whom all other means had fulled.