Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 July 1883 — Page 12

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THE YOUNG FOLKS’COLUMN. THE PUZZLE DEPARTMENT. [Everything relating to this department must be addressed to W. H. Graffam, West Scarborough,Cumberland county, Maine. Original contributions and answers to each week’s puzzles are solicited from all.] Answers to Puzzles. No. 771,—1 shet my eyes to keep from seeia’ tflyselr m 6. No. 772.—Moliere. No. 773. R I GEL 4 INANE 'T GALEA ENE I D LEADS No. 774.—1. Mr. New’s paper, 2. Ida Belle Padgett; 3. The family favorite. * No. 775. PISA IRIS BIA H I ASHY No. 776.—Timbrel. No. 777.- PUNKA UNION NITRE KORIN ANE N T No 778 —Daniel Webster. No. 770.- GILA I8 A R LA H N ARNO Original Puzzles. NO. 797.— RHOMBOID. ACROSS—I. Conducted; 2. Murmured: 3. Loves In return (Oba.); 4. Returning; 5. To rest; 6. Becomes lower in situation; 7. A province of Netherlands. Down—l. A letter; 2. A termination; 3. A pronoun. 4. Iu zoology, the wild boar; 5. More worthless: 6. Cleared of knots: 7. Bequeathed; 8. More profound; 9. A bird; 10. A flsh-spear; IP. Ah abbreviation; 12. Another abbreviation. 13. A letter. Amos Quito. Bilver Lake, Ind. NO. 798.—ACROSTICAL beheadings. (To Amos Quito.) 1. Behead across and leave to cross. 2. Behead a plant from which the cochineal is collected in Mexico, and leave a precious stone. 3. Behead the deity of shepherds, and leave an article. 4. Behead a statue, and leave a magician. 5. Behead an ancient word for Christmas, and leave a kind of tree. 6. Behead to laipgdV and leave to impede. 7. Behead a sarcastic speech, and leave a sarcasm. 8. Behead a lew specie# es wit, and leave a prefix. 9. Behead a peasant, and leave an abbreviation for eoe of the States. 10. Behead a jet issuing from a fissure In the earth, and leave a volcanic deposit. 11. ■ Behead learning, and leave metal. The primal® 6t the beheaded words spell the title to one of Bryant’s poems. Attica, Ind. Wi Lja. no. 799.—CROSS-WORD. In tram, but not in wheel; Is plu, but not In steel; In dig, but not in rake; In took, but not in take; Iu raise, but not in make; In 0001, but not iu freeze; In cough, but not in sueeze; In snuff, also in wheeze. My whole means resembling the taste or smell •i roasted meat. Flying Dutchman. Marshall, in. o. 800.— numerical. My 27, 3.17. 9 is a vale. My 5, 21, 19. 4. 16,10 is the fashion. My 2, 23, 1 is a kind of tree. My 25. 26, 28, 20, 12, 22, 23. 16 is an island. My 8,9, 32 is a girl’s nickname. My 31, 29. 30,31 is dear. My 15, 6, 14, 9 is water. My 11. 13. 7 Is to do wrong. My 24. 18 is a preposition. My whole is the name of a poem. E. J. 8. Bloomington, Ind. NO. 801.— DOUBLE ACROSTIC. 1. X X 2. X X 3. X X 4 X X 5. X X 6. X X 7. X X 1. Shakespeare’s blackest villain. 2. Place where Noah lunded. 3. One of Noah’s grandsons. 4. Character in Macbeth. 5. An angel who wounded Satan in “Paradise Lost.” 6. Surname of a Frenoh warrior, born 689. 7. Hero of “As You Like It.” Primals name a character in “Cynibe’.ine.” Finals name one “who loved not wisely, but too well.” Apollo. New Albany, Ind. [Answers in three weeks.] Our Prize. We offer an interesting book for the best set of answers this week. Foot Notes. Wi Lla.— Your prizes shall soon be mailed you. Apollo.—Thanks for acrostic. Call often. Flying Dutchman says: “Erroina has a good charade this week. She will make a good character, which we need in our column. What has become of K. C. B. of late!” The Beautiful Day. “We did not mean to do wrong,” she said, With a mist in her eyes of tears uushed, Like tbs haze of the midsummer weather. “We thought you would all be as happy as we; But something ’most always goes wrong, you see. When we have our play-time together. “Before the dew on the grass was dry, We were out this morning, Reuben and I, And truly, I think that uever— For I*ll that you aud mamma may say— Will there be again such a happy day In all the days of forever! “The sunshine was yellow as gold, and the skies Were as sleepy and blue as the baby’s eyes; Aud a eott little wind was blowing And rooking the daisy-buds to and fro: We played that the meadows were white with snow Where the crowding blossoms were growing. •‘The birds and the bees flaw about in the sun, Aud there was not a tning that was sorry—not one, That dear morning down in the meadow. But we could not bear to think—Reuben and I That our beautiful day would be done, by aud by, And our sunshiny world dark with shadow. “So into the hall we quietly stepped. It was cool and still, and a sunbeam crept Through the door, and the birds were singing. We stole as softly as we could go To the clock at the foot of the stairs, you know. With us big, bright pendulum swinging. “We kuow that the sun dropped down out of heaven, And brought the night when the clock struck seven— For so I hacl heard Mamma saving; And we tarn back the bunds till they pointed to ten, And our beautiful day began over again, And then rau away to our playing. •'l’m afraid I can’t tell you the rest,” she said, With a sorrowful aroop of the fair little head, Ana the misty brown eyes overflowing. -•Wfe nail only been out such a few minutes more, When, just as it ai ways had happened before, Wo found that our dear day was goiug. “The shadows grew long, and the blue skies were gray; And the bees aud the butterflies all flew away, And the dew on the grasses was falling. The sun did not shine in the sky any more, And the birds did not sing, and away by the door, We heard Mamma’s voice to us calling. “But the night will us uone, I suppose, by £?*! by; And we have been thinking—Reubet) and I That perhaps”—and she smiled through her sorrow—‘Perhaps it may be, §f|£ r all, better so, For if to-day lasted rvrever.you know, There would never be any to-morrow!” —Margaret Johnson, in August St. Nicholas. Grandpa and Baby Bose. New York World. “Isn’t it pretty?” said a little old man, as lie wheeled a baby-carriage to the place where a reporter of the World was sitting in the park yesterday. must be pretty,” said the reporter, looking into the carriage and seeing a Jiny creature snligly nestling in a downy nest, with its face covered with a delicate laco veil. The little old man was delighted, his little pld chin went twit-a-twit-a-lwee, and he Chirped like a bird. “They keen its face covered,” he said,

with a sigh, “since the little white hearro drove awav from the house the other day. But I ” The little ol<j man stopped and looked all around with his Tittle twinkling eyes. “I will show its face to you, sir; it’s so very, very pretty.” And the little old man’s chin went twit-a-twit-a-twee. “They will be angry,” he continued; “but I’m so proud of its pretty face that I must show it.” Suddenly the little old man took the lace that covered the baby’s face in his tremulous fingers and the reporter prepared to burst into exclamations of delight, even if the face should prove to be the homeliest face in the world. “Mustn’t,” a little child said, coming from behind the bushes and seizing the coat-tails of the little man. “Danpa musn’t.” “The flies will annoy Rot *,” a gentle "irl of twelve said, joining the littlegroup and carefully replacing the lace. Close observation showed a tear trembling in the girl’s eye as the little old man wheeled avvay the carriage, with the little child dancing by his side. “O, it’s such a deception!” she exclaimed, burying her face in her hand. “Baby Rose died last week,” she continued, “and we are afraid to tell grandpa, as his mind is weak and she was his idol; so we put a doll in the carriage, closely veiled, so he cannot see its face, and-let him wheel it around. But its deceptive.” Just then the little old man paused, left the little child with the carriage, and came back to where the girl was seated. “He put his face close to hers and whispered: “What is it,” he asked, “that they carried away in the little white hearse?” The poor girl turned away her face. “Flowers,” she said, “only flowers, grandpa.” “I wonder,” the little old man mused, “why they all turn their faces away when thev tell me what they carried away in the little white hearse.” Then he went to the carriage again and chirped like the merry little old man that he was. “Flowers, only flowers,” the reporter heard him murmur as he wheeled the doll away. Who Pulled the Kitty's Tail! Day after day, I’m sad to say, Our Hale torments the kitty. We atrive iu vaiu to make his reign More kind and full of pity. “He oan be made,” said sister Bade, “To treat the poor thing better. There, naughty Hale! Don’t pull her tail! Now let her go! now let her!” “I don’t!” &Dd higher mounte his ire, Till sister’s pleading cools it. “I just catoh hold” (and truth he told), “And then the kitty pulls it!” —Good Cheer. SUPERSTITIONS OF ENGINEERS. Railroad Men Haunted by Recollections of Famous Accidents. Albany Journal. “Amsterdam is now on the dead list,” said an old grizzled engineer of the New York Central railroad, last night, as he glanced over the account of the third fatal accident at the crossing in that village. A Journal reporter was ignorat of the significance of the term “dead list.” He expressed his curiosity. “By a dead list I mean,” said the engineer, responsively, “that that crossing is now out of danger. Three deaths, you know, baptizes it. That is what the boys say. You kuow they believe that if one man or woman is killed at a certain point, there are dead sure to be one or two others before long. Superstition? Yes, that is wliat it is, and no mistake. But some of the engineers who have run a machine for twenty or thirty years, as I have, take stock in it because we have seen it proved time and time again. I don’t believe that three deaths are sure to come one after another, but I can’t help wondering why it is so often two. That’s what they call the duality, isn’t it? When you come to think of it. everything goes by twos. You have two legs, two eyes, two hands, two ears, two nostrils and two rows of teeth. There are two parts to a day, two divisions of the year, winter and summer, and two orbs of light. The pair is the natural number. I have a record home of the accidenis that have occurred while I have been on my engine. I can show you the dates to prove that they have been in eight cases out of ten two at a time. Several times three have happened in succession, but two is the usual number. People would say that was superstition, but when you see it over and over again you can’t blame us. I know engineers who will knock off for a week or so after an accident to their train, in which somebody has been killed, rather than run the risk. There was a case when young Platt Truax was killed near Schenectady in 1878. You know they are now trying three young fellows in this city for deraiiing the train. A few days before a freight on which he wa3 running had an accident, in which the fireman was hurt so that he died—l think he died—but the accident was not at the same point. It was west of Schenectady. The men told me afterward that Truax had a premonition of death. If I had ray book here I could give you a heap of information about deaths on the rail to show you that there is something strange in it. Anyway, most of the engineers have a rather strong fear of repetition whenever blood is spilled along the line. Os course there are those who are as superstitious as old women. Those are the fellows who see ghosts.” “See ghosts?” “Yes, the disembodied spirits, as the mediums call them, or people they have run over. Not long ago an engineer you know by name resigned because he said the specter of a woman he had ground to pieces at Fonda used to appear every night at the exact spot.” Ye Banquet Editor. San Francisco News Letter. We have a vacancy on this paper for a banquet editor, death having been very busy with us in that department lately. The fact that we have lost three this year should not, however, discourage candidates for tli£ position. The salary is feOa week, and we supply the office swallow-tail and nicely-cleaned kids in two size3. The editor has to find himself in pants, vest, shirt-collar and necl^i e i an d be able to rattle off a Democratic, Republican, religious toned or jocularafter-dinner speech. The regular stereotyped reply to the toast of “The Press” we have on hand. Mr. Bumpleton, our last editor, was imprudent, and succumbed at the recent medical banquet to the effects of pate de foie gras after turtle soup, pompano, lobster cutlets, boned turkey, and pigeons on toast. He died, however, at his f>ost, with his pencil in his hand, and the ast words he wrote were: “Beware of raaccaroni and cheese.” The banquet editor is not permuted to strike any ol the guests for display advertisements or star notices, any circumstances, though he jjiay casually refer, if he is seated hear a big dry-goods man, to the immense advantages of advertising. Gentlemen who can sing a good afterdinner song will have the preference. Apply betweeu 12 and 1. _ Tlic Difference. li**Timppcl by Rochester Poet-Express. A mother can call “Johnnie, it’s time to get up” for three hours without making any impression, but when the old man steps to the foot of the stairs and shouts “John!” Johnnie takes his breakfast with the rest of the family. Do not waste your money and risk injuring your hair by purchasing useless washes or oils, but buy something that has a record—a remedy that everybody knows is reliable. Hall’s Hoir Renewer will invigorate, strengthen and beautify the hair, restore its color If faded or turned gray, aud reuderlt soft, silken and lustrous,

THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SATURDAY, JULY 28, 18S3.

READING FOR THE SABBATH Man Grows in Strife. A noble man may to a narrow sphere Not owe his training. In his country he And in the world must learn to be at home And bear both praise and blame, and by long proof Os oontest and collision nicely know Himself aud others—not in solitude Cradling his boul id dreams of fair oonoeit. A foe will not, a true friend dare not, spare him; And thus in strife of well-tried powers he grows, Feels what he is, and feels himself a maD. —Goethe. Religions Notes. The best government is that which teaches us to govern ourselves.—Goethe. Mr. William L. Scott has presented a Catholic church in Erie, Pa., with a chime of bells costing $6,000. Ex-Mayor Isaac S. Kalloch resigned ns pastor of the Metropolitan Baptist Church in San Francisco, Cal., last week, and sailed for Washington Territory on the following day Rev. William Cuthbertson. of London, England, has accepted the call of the Lea-vitt-street Congregational Church, Chicago, and will begin his pastorate dept. 1 on a $3,000 salary. The “commutation fund” of the Irish Presbyterian Church now amounts to £600,000. the interest of which is used for the support of ministers. The sustentation fund adds to this, amounting this year to £22,608. The Rev. George Muller, of the Bristol Orphanage, has lately returned to England from a preaching tour in Russia. Although now seventy-eight years of age, he proposes to proceed to India on an evangelistic tour. “Every church that upholds moderate drinking upholds making drunkards and sending soul 9to hell.” “For the time has come that judgment mu9t begin at the house of God”—l Feter, iv, 17.—Horace Waters in Church Union. The love of Christ is like the blue sky into which you may see clearly, but the real vastness of wnich you cannot measure. It is like the sea into whose bosom you can look a littly way, but its depths are unfathomable.—M’Cheyne. A mahogany desk, which was owned by the Rev. Francis Maknire, who organized the first presbytery in this country, on the the eastern shore of Maryland, in 1686, has come into possession of the Rev. L. P. Bowen, of Marshall, Mo. In Germany, where there is no restriction of the sale of liquor on Sunday, statistics show that 32 per cent, of the murders and crimes are committed on Sunday, and 53 per cent, between Saturday and Monday morning. Yet many are clamoring for the German Sunday to be introduced here. Father Basco, the famous Italian missionary, is now in Paris. He has erected seminaries which contain 80,000 poor boys. He furnishes 600 priests every year to the church. Over 20,000* priests educated by him are now preaching in various parts of the world. He is almost blind and very feeble. In manner he is childlike, simple and gentle. It is understood that Bishop Potter will do nothing in the case of the Rev. R. Heber Newton, against whom charges of heresy have been preferred. It is said, however, that those who preferred the charges secured the approval of Bishop Williams, of Connecticut, and also that they have the sympathy ot Bishops Coxe and Huntington. The Baltimore & Ohio railroad never runs excursion trains on Bundav. All way trains, freight and passenger, are taken off on that day, and the through trains are reduced as much as the officers think possible. The company affords its employes all possible means for social and religious culture, and encourages evangelistic labors along its entire line. Rev. Dr. Suavetung was speaking of the plagues of Egypt. “The children of Israel,” he said, “were repeatedly on the point of manumission, but at the very last moment the Lord afflicted Pharaoh * with auricular ossification.” It is the unanimous opinion among the ladies of his flock that Mr. Suavetung is a splendid preacher. He uses such beautiful language you know. Boston Transcript. It appears from a recently-published volume that there are in Great Britain from six to eight thousand families of gipsies or other nomads, most of whom are as heathenish as the peoples to whom churches send missionaries. Mr. George Smith, a well-known English‘philanthropist, has for many years devoted a portion of his labors to these wretched and ignorant people. The celebration of Luther’s birthday, to which the Emperor William recently called attention by proclamation, is to be on a great and imposing scale throughout the Protestant parts of Germany. In Hamburg, for instance, a committee consisting of prominent churchmen and laymen has been formed, and lias resolved to erect a church in honor of the great reformer, to be called the Luther Church. The amount required for this purpose will be about $225,000. Berlin, lialle, and Leipzig have also resolved to erect Luther memorial churches. There were more than 10,000 baptisms in connection with the Bapttst foreign mission work during the last missionary year. Os these 4,570 were in Sweden, and 2,074 in the Telugu mission. The largest net increase was in Japan, 30 per cent., followed by Sweden with 13 per cent. The Telugu mission follows with 10 per cent, Germany and the Chinese missions with 7 per cent., Assam with 5, and France and Burmah with 3 per cent. There are in Burmah 90 missionaries, 485 native helpers, 471 churches, and 24,093 members. In the Telugu mission there are 37 missionaries, 95 native preachers, 39 churches, and 22,277 members. Six new stations have been occupied recently. An irreverent observer of the English bishops describes them, as they appeared recently in the House of Lords: “There sat some seventeen elderly persons in episcopal robes, their puffed lawn sleeves suggesting in a rather curious way that a feminine element, not youthful either, had somehow found its way into the house. Look at their faces. The stamp of their profession is on them. Nobody would sav that these are men of the world, or men of business, or men of affairs. The pinched lips, the eyes mostly too near together, the skin drawn firmly ever cheek and chin, the sloping corners of bitter mouths, the air of sanctimony, of always posing before the world —all this and much more the most casual observer may see as he glances at this phalanx of spiritual legislators.” The New York Observer says: “Eighty years ago there were only seven Protestant missionary societies; now there are seventy hailing from Europe and America. Eighty years ago there were about 170 missionaries, and now there are about 2,500 missionaries from Europe and America in heathen lands. Eighty years ago there were about 50,000 conyerts from heathenism; now there are about i,82U,U00—319,000 In the West Indies, 250.000 in Africa, 500.000 in the East Indies, 70,000 in China and Japan, 90,000 in the Indian Archipelago, 300,000 In the South Pacific seas, 240,000 in Madagascar, and 60,000 in America. Eighty years ago there were about seventy missionary schools; now there are more than 12,000, with upward of 400,000 scholars, all receiving instruction in the word of God.” A prominent Congregationalist preacher in Cleveland, Rev. Mr. Torry, claims to have frequent visions of heaven. He recently stated from the pulpit that he had enjoyed a sight of the heavenly gardens and walked the golden streets. He said: “I went with (wo or three young girls, who held me by the hand, to meet the Lord. Many others, old and young, were going the same way. As soon as we caught a glimpse of His face we were ravished with liis wonder-

ful beauty. He had just put forth His hand to welcome a young maiden, hardly older than those with tne, and the smile that lit up Hi 9 features was the mo9t glorious vision I ever beheld. It seemed to lighten everything. It was the effulgence of lightning without its sharpness. It passed every conception of, earth.” But the two girls who accompanied Mr. Torry were rejected, because they had ip Sunday-gchool refused to welcome a ragged child to their class. He describes these things apparently with the utmost sincerety, and much impresses his hearers with them. Joseph Cooke a Failure. Temperance Evangelist. 1. Christ did not say “Go lecture the gospel.” 2. He has contributed somowhat to an awakening of thought, and he or somebody must have “coined money” out of the Fublished lectures. But, 3. His day of useulness is over. 4. He has sinned as Saul of old (if our information is incorrect we will correct it) in seeking of familiar spirits that knowledge tha. effmes alone from the Father of spirits. 5. Thi9 accounts for his future probation eternal hope—get-religion-in- ’• ell ideas. 6. In leading up tQ the very verge of this awful hell-born heresy, he has done more than all men now living to unsettle true faith. 7. He is on the verge of either plunging into full-fledged infidelity or ceasing to lecture and go to preaching. If he would go to the mourner’9 bench and get a good Holy Gho3t buptism, he might possibly be elevated to the position of a fair circuit preacher. 8. For the present, as a subscriber, we demand that our papers be filled with something better than the one, two, three, four and fiftieth of his so-called logic, the result of which is to destroy that which is essential to the salvation of souls. For the present, as he now is, we pronounce him a failure. NOTES OF FASHION. Pointed and basque waists, which have been of long duration, are beginning to be gradually modified—the basques are becoming shorter. Ribbons are used in every possible way on dresses. They are fashioned in rosettes, long looped bows and ends on dresses and bonnets and on the neck drapery. Quaker gray, amber, dove and silver satius are imported, made in superb and elegant simplicity, with court trains unadorned, the only trimming upon the dress being a berthe and frills at the wrists of old lace of rare design and value. The bridal veil may be either as long as the train of the dress or as short as the waistliue, but it must be of tulle if the bride is fouthful. If she is over tweuty-five or hirty it may be of any fine, delicate real lace and shorter than the youthful bride’s veil. Some charming white muslin toilets are nearly covered with embroidered flounces of different widths. For one skirt there is a flounce sufficiently wide for an overskirt; others have a succession of narrower ones. These are trimmed with lace and a quantity of ribbon. Canvas ribbon is one of the novelties for trimming, summer bonnets. This is ecru linen canvas, with gilt cord on each edge. It comes in narrow widths for making rosetts and loops, and is tied in with black or dark velvet ribbon for the strings of very stylish straw bonnets. Some of the wrappers worn on hotel piazzas and to and from the bath-houses are positively killing. A pretty little brunette wears a Mother Hubbard of French gray cashmere, faced with pink where it is shirred on to the yoke and at the top of the pleating on the foot. Pink ribbons to match are tied in a long looped bow at the throat. Other stylish wrappers are of pink cashmere, pale blue, aarnet, etc., more or less elaborately trimmed with the material, and, perhaps, with embroidery or with lace. Black toilets, especially in airy fabrics, over either a black or bright-colored foundation, are now in the height of fashion. Such dresses are of black Chantilly, Spanish lace, brocaded grenadine, or silk gauze, trimmed with pleated flounces alternating with those of lace. Some of the imported dresses of black lace and other diaphanous fabrics, are trimmed with exquisite silver passementeries and ornaments forming pendants at the ends of narrow satin ribbons upon the tablier and scarfs, and at the edges of the crenelated bodice. Silver lace is also used, and the draperies are held with silver buckles in filigres in old Roman designs. Many Parisian ladies have adopted the latest fashion freak, which is the muslin sunbonnet, in the streets of that city. The bonnets are made on foundations of light blue, pale strawberry, pink or ecru, and the trimmings spiral.ruchings of white or tinted lace. They are extremely pretty, and are good face-protectors. Much criticism is heaped upon the fashion, but it is so sensible that it ought to become widely popular. The average style of street hat is an abomination in summer, and it is a matter of congratulation that the French fashion-makers are adopting something more sensible than silks and velvets and plumes aud flowers for hot-weather head-gear. At the Seaside. Philadelphia Press. Many of the handsomest dresses are all of lace, with merely enough of soft surah or satin merveilleuse to hold them together. Black Spanish lace, or Chantilly is the usual style for black lace dresses, save when an exceptionally elegant toilette is of real thread lace. In white lafce the oriental is most popular, and next comes Spanish. Valenciennes is regaining ail its old-time popularity, and ladies who have handsome thread flounces, black or white, are to be congratulated. Avery handsome black dress is trimmed with two such flounces, and a lace point to match. The dress is of satin merveilleuse with deepside-pleating at the foot. One of the flounces falls over this, extending quite round the skirt—while the other is taken twice across the front without cutting, the ends being hidden under perpendicular pleatings of merviileuse. The point is draped for the overskirt, forming*au apron, and the ends are mingled at*the back with wide loops and ends of satin merveilleuse. The bodice is pointed in front and short on the sides with square back, and is fully trimmed with lace to match that on the skirt in narrower width. White is, by all odds, the reigning color of the season. A great many simple white dresses are worn; plain lawns, tucked to the waist, either in clusters or in single tucks; from one to two inches wide. The waists of such dresses are made with yoke and belt, and have, usually, wide sashes of the material tied in a great bow behind. Other inexpensive white dresses are of dotted Bwiss, flounced to the waist with the material, or else with two flounces on the lower skirt, round overskirt, ruffled and draped high on the sides and ruffled basque to match, or else a shirred waist with ribbon belt and bow. White nun’s veilings are made in styles as simple, with from three to five side pleatings across the front, short, wrinkled apron and waterfall back, the waist being either basque, yoke bodice or polonaise, as may be preferred, and the only garniture white ribbons—the more the better. This is u season of tine woolens for evening wear, especially at the shore, where they resist the dampness as no other material can. Entirely Refitted. Boston Post. This is the season of the year when the theatrical manager hires a man with a pot of paint to putter around his theater for a few days, and on the strength of such proceedings will next {September announce the opening of his house “entirely refitted.” Mrs. Mattie E. Johnson, of Elkhart, a sufferer from heart troubles, states that Browue Iron Bitters has greatly helped her.

SCENES FROM TflE RESORTS Sunset on the St. Lawrence,. Here room apd kingly silence keep Companionship in state austere. The diguity of seas is here, The large, lone vastnoH* of the deep. Here toil has Journeyed to the West; Here time has set him down to rest. Above yon gleaming clouds of gold One lone imperial peak is seen; While gathered at his feet iu green Ten thousand foresters are told. And all so eiili! so still the air That duty drops the web of care. Beneath the sunset’s golden sheaves The awful deep glides to the deep Where wreck and storm their revels keep While commerce keeps her loom and weaves. The red meu long have gone to rest; Their ghosts illume the lurid West. — Joaqnin Miller. A Vision of Death. Philadelphia Record. A pathetic sequel is told to the drowning of the two little boys at Atlantic City last week. On the night before the accident Mrs. Patton, the mother of one of the drowned boys, was awakened from her sleep by cries of help from the little one. On going’ to his bed she found him throwing his arms about in his sleep as if struggling in the water and calling lor help. Though the child was awakened, he soon renewed the imaginary struggle and calls for help on going to sleep. This so impressed the parents that they resolved not to let their child play alone on the beach any more. On the fatal morning the parents forbade the children to go out until someone could accompany them. However, they soon, slipped away, and iu a few minutes were drowned. A Proposed Tourney of Chivalry. Long Branch Letter. During the month of August it is proposed to hold here what is known as a Southern tournament, ala ye knight of olde. The gentlemen who enter this tournament will wear light armor, carry spears, have the titles of count, duke, or lord prefixed to their last names, and in many other ways will endeavor to imitate the brave days when Ivanhoe wielded a lance. Every knight will be mounted and will wear some distinguishing oolors, which will also be adopted by the sweetheart or wife in the audience. With spear in hand a full score or more of these warlike gentry will make a mad onslaught upon sundry large rings and endeavor to impale them on their spears. The amorous winner will then have the pleasure of crowning his wife or sweetheart the Queen of Love and Beauty in the presence of all the assembled maids and matrons, “after which there will be music by the band.” The Profitable Summer Boarder. New York Mail and Express. “Do you make much money here from summer boarders?” The venerable cutter of grass looked pityingly at me over the top 9 of his glasses as he replied: “We farmers don’t iDvite these folk out to the country ’cause we want society. Oh, no; we don’t take in city boarders to lose money. I got a round dozen, all women and children, up to my house, and the house ain’t very big, nuther. I get $72 a week out o’ them ’ere folks, and I reckon I make S4O a week out of ’em.” “Does not the bracing air give them heavy appetites?” I inquired. “Stuff and nonsense. Why, when they first come you’d think they’d never had nuthin’ to eat; they want to eat all the time. When we first took boarders I kinder held in on ’em, but I found a trick worth two of that. I jest let ’em pour down all the milk they want and eat all the apples they can, and pretty soon the milk makes ’em bilious and the apples give ’em the colic, and then they settle down kinder steady like. I’m generally about S3OO ahead at the end of the season. I must git out here,” added the old man as we were in front of a pleasant farmhouse. “Come down to prayer-meetin’ tonight.” I thanked the old man and promised to attend, but failed to keep my promise. Attorney-General Brewster at Long Branch. Letter in Chicago Tribune. He is a big and portly man, with face awfully scarred by burns received when he was a boy; but even this dirfigurement is not so notable as his singularity of dress. He otitrivals the dudes in the frequency with which he changes his suits, and nothing in the present extremes of fashion will compare for striking qualities with his costumes, which are modified revivals of the dandyism of a quarter of a century ago. His blue swallow-tailed coats, his nankeens, his high stocks and low pumps, his varied hats, his frilled shirt bosoms and wristbands—all these make one wonder not only why he wears them, but where he gets them to wear. We all know how hard it is to get a mechanic to do anything in the slightest degree different from what is customary, and how Mr. Brewster prevails upon a tailor to produce his garments is a mystery which I was tempted to beg him to solve. But if I had gained that information I should still have been left to search for the secret source of his hats, and I could scarcely expect him to let that out. “Brewster, Attorney-general,” as he signs himself, after the English official fashion, has a very handsome second wife, a child by this lady, and several grown sons and daughters by his first spouse. He occupies one of the largest suites of apartments at the Howland House, drives good horses, and displays no lack of money. Very dignified and irreproachable is Mr. Brewster, with all his unavoidable and assumed grotesqueness, and all the laughing at him is done carefully behind his back, for nobody thinks of being disrespectful to his face. Miss Lincoln Catches a Shark. Secretary Lincoln, his daughters Mary and Jessie, his son Abraham, Dr. Muhlenberg, of Philadelphia, and Mr. W. E. Cochran, of the Brighton, went on a fishing and sailing excursion this morning. The party left the hotel about 7 o’clook, and went on board Captain Sara. Gale’s famous yacht, the Neptune. They took with them an abundance of fishing tackle, but no other equipment, as they expected to take lunch at Peter’s beach. The sea being rather rough, and the tender years of the young people being considered, it was determined not to go outside, but to try the more peaceful waters of the thoroughfares. After varying success with weak fish and sea bass, it became evident that the Secretary was a better fisher of men than of fish; his children. Dr. Muhlenberg and Mr. Cochran proving both more lucky than he. His sole capture had been a flying fish, and, while greatly enjoying the sail, he was evidently becoming a little weary of the sport, when suddenly his daughter Jessie, a bright ten-year-old, gave a little 6briek, half of delight and half of terror, as her line was dragged frortfcher fingers. In a moment Dr. Muhlenberg grasped the line, and at once became aware that Miss Jessie had booked a heavier prey than she could manage. The Secretary, as well as all on board, became eagerly interested in the struggles of what was evidently a very large fish. After the drowning-out process had been pretty thoroughly carried out, a Bhark about four feet long was brought up to the side of the boat and dispatched. It proved to weigh some thirty-odd pounds. Soon afterward the party stopped at Smith’s Peters’s Beach House and partook of refreshments, after which they returned to the Brighton. BATHING COSTUMES. Questionable Taste of the Butterflies of the Beach. Long Branch Letter in Albany Journal. The circus to be seen on the beach here is worth going ten times the distance to s€e. “In Europe, don’t you know,” said a British observer, “the ladies are pushed down ' the sand and into the water in covered bath-

houses on wheels, so that there is no exposure, but here —A sweep of his hand, faking in the whole scene on the beach, was his finish of the sentence. A hundred or more men and women, clad as for the ring, were postured on the beach, as truly for exhibition as chough they had not been nonchalantly chatting, and as many more were frolicking in the water, turning somersaults into the incoming breakers, swimming and floating, playing tricks on each other and in various ways making the most remarkable entertainment ever given without money and without price. But in this, as in most sports, the best efforts of amateurs are eclipsed by professional achievements. Two actresses made their appearance in garb that the most darin'g of the other women could not even contemplate without expressing scorn—or was some of it envy? Mary P rescott came first, wearing two pairs of stockings—one the exact color of her bared arms, and over them some red socks, so that the impression given at a glance was that her limbs were bare. Then she in turn was outdone by Etelka Borry in no skirts at all, but encased skin-tight in a bodice, trunks and hose of knitted stuff. She lay for an hour flat on the sand, but long before tbe end of that time was the focus of hundreds of staring eyes. Although admiration might have been detected in some of their gazing, the comments were wholly unfavorable. The women were especially severe in their remarks, and so loud that Borry could not have failed to hear some of their condemnation. “I declare,” exclaimed a voice just back of me, “I am ashamed to look at her. I don't thiuk she ought to be allowed here.” I turned to see the speaker and was astonished, for she was a girl attired quite as sparingly, except that a skirt barely covered her hips. She was the center of a group of fellows, palpably the object of their curious visual atteution and not in the least disturbed by her position or condition. And she was the highly respectable and accomplished daughter of a Philadelphia “first family.” New York Hoar. Much latitude has been acquired in the last few years in ladies’ bathing costumes. Young girls whose delicacy would be visibly affronted at any open allusion to ankles and legs, display both with the utmost composure on the crowded beach, in their bathing dresses. Arms bare to the shoulder are no uncommon spectacle. A foreign actress appears at Long Branch in a tight-fitting jersey of dark blue flannel, partially low in the neck and devoid of sleeves. Tights of the same material meetat the knee with cardinalcolored hose. An eccentric conical-shaped straw hat, fastened over the ears, completes the costume, which seems more adapted to the trapeze than to any other position in life. In default of the trapeze, however, the wearer of this light aud airy dress pirouettes about in the sand, now extending herself a£ full length on her back and pillowing her head on her bare, unprotected arms, and again, frog-like, drawing her legs beneath her and burying herself in the sand under the shelter of a red plush parasol. Won at last, however, by Neptune’s advances, she flings aside the red plush parasol and plunges madly ipto the retreating blue waves, and all that is visible for the ensuing moment i9 a glimpse of a red leg and the bobbing up and down of a conical straw hat. In pa9t days, when life was less complicated and when ladies who bathed, conscious of their unbecoming and unsightly costumes, rushed rapidly into the sea, trusting to defy recognition by their superhuman alertness, and when the bath was at an end sought the shelter of their bathing-house with equal speed, the present system of holding a levee on the sand in such circumstances was quite unknown. Now both sexes—men reduced to the simple garb of an acrobat, bare-armed and bore-legged—-form a circle around the Naiads who come dripping from the sea, and all, inspired by the simplicity of thier condition, join in refreshing conversation and childish by-play. At Newport, Narraganset Pier, and some other ultra-fashionable resorts, policemen are stationed along the beaches to prevent men from bathing in costumes which easily shock even the matrons that frequent those places. From what we hear, it would be a move in the interest of good morals if the police would occasionally send some of the female bathers back to get on a little more drapery. How to Detect Classical Music. Musical Herald. I can give a simple rule by which the most ignorant may know whether any given piece of music should or should not be admired. If you know at once what it is all about; if it seems to be saying 1,2, 3, hop, hop, hop, or 1,2, 3, bang, bang, bang, you may conclude at once that you are listening to something of a very low order, which it is your duty to despise. But when you hear something that sounds as if an assorted lot of notes had been put into a barrel and were being persistently stirred up, like a kind of harmonious gruel, you may know it’s a fugue, and assume an expression of profound interest. If the notes appear to have been dropped by accident, and are being fished up at irregular intervals in a sort of placid or drowned condition, it is likely to be a nocturne; and nocturnes, you know, are quite too utterly loveij r for anything. If the notes seem to come in car loads, each load ol a different kind from the last, and if the train seems to be an unreasonably long time in passing a given point, it will turn onl most likely to be a symphony, and symphonies are just the grandest things that ever were. If the notes appear to be dumped out in masses, and shoveled vigorously into heaps, and then blown wildly into the air by explosions of dynamite, that is rhapsody; and rhapsodies are among the latest thing? in music. Chinese “Futures." Wull Street News. There is no such speculation in China as buying and selling futures. Two or three years ago the chief official of a provinca heard how Americans raked in showers ol golden ducats in this manner, and he used the funds of the government to speculate on the outcome of the opium yield. He sold short and was busted all to shingles, and soon found himself in the presence of the chief Wangdoodle of the Flowery Kingdom. “Where’s them cash?” was demanded in a voice of thunder and lightning. “Slid out,” was tbe reply, in tones which betrayed a desire to go off on a blackberry excursion as soon as possible. “How-Hop, you are a defaulter! Get ready to see the angels!” And he was taken out and his paper collar torn off without regard to his ears, and a Chinese Sullivan walked up to him and spit on his hands and clutched a sharp sword and whacked his head off as slick as molasses running down the outside of a jug. Since that little episode no Chinaman wants any “futures” in his. If he knew the country was certain to raise 500,000,000 bushels of turnips he wouldn’t dare to sell for November delivery at $lO per bushel. The Sunday Theater. Cleveland Herald. Whether it is a fact to be deplored or not, Uis evident that the Sunday theater had come to stay. The people who attend these Sunday performances are not, it is proper to presume, the people who patronize the theaters most during the week. While we occasionally hear of Shakespeare on Sunday, the production of comedy is common, and this would seem to justify the inference that the people in attendance are for the most part those who cannot get off very well for a week-day night, but will patronize the popu-lar-priced Sunday entertainments. The week-night audience is not, therefore, educated into patronizing this innovation in the matter of amusements. A non-theater-going class of people is reached, and managers are quick to note this fact,