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BEADING FOB THE SABBATH. Religion* Notes. I Have dared to lift up the banner that is fallen down.—John Calvin. DTsraeli: “I prefer to belong to the intellectual rather than to the numerical majority.” A monument to Dean Stanley will soon be placed in the Henry VII Chapel, Westminster Abbey. The Shakers of South Union, La., one of the thirteen Shaker settlements in the United States, own 20,000 acres in one of the best parts of Louisiana. The Presbyterian Church is growing rapidly in Mexico. It now has 100 congreations, several schools, ten native preachers and four more ready for ordination. Mr. Robertson Smith has just completed a brief commentary on the book of Genesis. He intends shortly to publish a popular critical review of the Old Testament. It is estimated thßt the present rate of progress of missions in China the next forty years will report 26,000.000 communicants, and 100,000,000 adherents in the Celestial empire. Ex President Hayes contributed $4,500 for the building of the new Methodist Episcopal Church Fremont, 0.. and agrees to pay whatever the ding costs in excess of SIB,OOO. r \dhall’s “Dictionary of Statistics,” just ad, the total number of Roman Catholics ope is estimated at 147,430,000, while the itants are put down at 75,302,060. Who feels no ills therefore fear them, and when fortune smiles ibly cautious, lest destruction come seless on him, and he fail un pi tied. \ —Sophocles, jig-room has been opened at Savannah, /o converted Hebrews, which is de- . nave a Christian influence upon their m It receiv.es the encouragement of the rl and pastors of the city, s are being perfected in Nashville by the ary committee of the Methodist Episcopal South for the raising of a monumental J ring the year of $2,000,000, to be used in ional, missionary, and church-extension Ms. a man,” says the Cumberland .sbyterian, “finds himself in a place where he mot. teach what ho believes to be important * let him give up the place and hold on to cuth. Let him lose his honors and save his .hood.” *he children of missionaries are often found voting themselves to the same service. Dr. bn Scudder, an American minister, went to lia in 1820; his sons became missionaries in same field, and now two grandsons and a nddaughter are preparing to enter upon the 4. tn.ok God for that word “whosoever.” If God had said there was mercy for Richard Baxter, I am so vile a sinner that I would have thought He meant some other Richard Baxter; but, when He says whosoever, I know that includes me, the worst of all Richard Baxters. —Baxter. There is said to be some prospect that the Established Church in Scotland will at its next general assembly, decline to appoint delegates to the Presbyterian Alliance, and so virtually withdraw from that body. It is understood that the men taking this step seek a closer alliance with the Anglican Church. The small city of Astorga. Spain, was. on the 28th ult., the scene of a commotion. A party of students, under the leadership of priests, made an attack upon an Englishman and native hawking Bibles. They even threatened to bum the Spaniard. The victims unavailingly appealed to the police for protection. The Presbyterian women stand first among the denominations of the United States who during the past year gave $600,000 to Christianize the heathen, their share of this amount being $200,000. The Baptists gave $156,000; Congregationalists, $130,000: Northern Methodists, $108,000; Southern Methodists. $25,100. The King of Sweden has sanctioned the revised translation of the New’ Testament in that language. It will now be used in the churches and schools throughout the kingdom. In this direction Sweden has marched more quickly than either Britain or America. The version displaced was one of the best of the Reformation translations.

An English fanatic, named Frederick Boyce, is collecting 144.000 virgins. He says they are the 144.000 virgins alluded to in Revelations xiv: that they are immediately wanted by the Lord. It is said that hundreds have been deluded, probably ruined and fleeced. Their headquarters is somewhere in Kentish Town, near London. Anew religious sect in Boston holds that disease is caused by the absence of God from the body, and that i t can be cured by the passage of the divine affluence from the well to the sick as they sit with their spines in contact. It is said to number among its votaries people of influence and prominence, and some whose names are as familiar as household words. A chant-book, used by Padre Junipero Serra, of the old San Carlos mission, near Monterey, is on exhibition in San Francisco. The padre died one hundred years ago, and it is not known how old the book is. The volume measures twenty four by twenty-six inches, contains seventeen leaves of coarse parchment, and is bound between two oak boards, covered with hide, to which little tufts of red hair still adhere. Prince Galitzan, a young Russian nobleman, converted by a Bible given him at the Paris exhibition. proposes to build thirty Bible kiosks, -and to lit up “seven” Bible carriages. He intends to travel seven months in Russia with Mr. Clough, of Paris, whom he has engaged to have charge of these carriages, saying: “Since Christ laid down his precious life for me, I will give my whole life, and time, and fortune to his service.” In Rome there is a military church which has a Sunday-school connected with it, the members of which are soldiers of the army. Every soldier reeits a verse of Scripture lie has committed to memory and reads in turn from his own Bible. The prayer is made by one of the soldiers every Sunday. The general Sunday-school work in Italy is attended with difficulty and discouragement. many who would otherwise come to the schools being kept away by persecution. Boston Congregationalist: Mission ships seem to be an important part of evangelistic machinery nowadays. The London Missionary Society lends out five large and several smaller vessels, imong them the steel lifeboat on Lake Tanganyika, while five other societies at least send out me each. A unique fleet this, and doing no insignificant work. They arc admirably fitted up jv ith a full simply of books, tracts, or hymn-books, Bibles, and Testaments in various languages. Some interesting and instructive figures have just been published regarding the free or nonendowed churches in England and Wales. It appears from these figures that connected with these churches there are some 9.000 ministers, 16,000 places of worship: the average attendance on public worship, 4,500,000: the income, so far as can be gathered, including the voluntary churches in Scotland, exceeding £3,000,000, or $15,000,000. There can be no two opinions as to the testimony which is thus borne to the value Df the voluntary principle. Haydn always led a very religious life. All his scores were inscribed at the commencement with the words. “In nomine Domini,” or “Soli Deo Gloria;” while at the conclusion of them is written his “Laus Deo;” but “I was,” ho says, “never so pious as when engaged upon the ‘Cre ation.’ I fell on my knees daily, and prayed earnestly to God that Ho would grant me strength to carry out the work, and to praise Him worthily.” It is suid, too, that in composing, whenever he felt the ardor of his imagination decline, Dr was stopped by some • insurmountable difficulty, he rose from his work and resorted to prayer—an expedient which, he said, never i\.led to revive him. “Faith in God is what is needful to be a Christain,'' said the Rev. John F. Naugle, at a revival meeting in Troy the other Sunday afternoon; and, taking a silver quarter in his hand, he continued: “Now, if 1 should call one of those little boys up Here and place this quarter in his hand, nothing on earth could convince him that he did not have it.” The words were scarcely out of his mouth when a six-year old stepped out of a pew. marched up to the altar, and held out his hand for the money. The clergyman had not intended to apply his illustration in precisely that manner, but he perceived that there was only one thing lo do. “God bless you, my boy,” said he, arid handed him the coin. It is a long time since Mrs. Janet Geddies, of immortal fame, hurled her stool in the face of the offending dean in St. Giles's Cathedral, Edmb urgk. It is evident that in that ancient

city some of the spirit of those old times still survives. Dr. Horatius Bonat is one of the greatest of living hymn writers. But, until the other day, no hymn was ever sung in his rather fashionable church. A few Sundays ago the hymn was introduced. As soon as it was given out by the minister. Professor Smeaton, of the Free Church College, lifted his hat and walked out. Several of the elders of the congregation have, it is said, since resigned their positions. This in the capital of Scotland. It is a pitiful condition of narrow-mindedness in this late ago of the world. At the same time Dr. Lees is attempting to revive a daily service in St. Giles’s, and suggesting to some minds the revival of episcopacy. Queer folks in Edinburgh. CHRIST ON CALVARY. Description of the New Picture by Munkaczy To Be Exhibited in Paris. Paris Letter in London Times. The subject of Munkaczy’s new picture is “Clmst on Calvary.” This solemn aim touching picture, which will be exhibited at Easter, will certainly produce as great an impression in the artistic world as his “Christ Before Pilate.” The two pictures will be exhibited alongside each other, and the public will be able to follow the sequence of the masters artistic thought. The figure of “Christ on Calvary” is slightly larger than that of “Christ Before Pilate.” The painter depicts the scene where the Saviour has just expired. The sky is black with clouds and streaked with lightning, and beyond the horizon at Jerusalem the veil of the Temple is seen, rent in twain. Jesus Christ, pale in death, and inclining forward, has given up the ghost. The centurion has dropped in terror beside the cross. Mary, the mother on her knees, is bathing in tears her son's feet. Mary Magdalene. her golden hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, her face in her hands, is also on her knees before the cross. John, overwhelmed with grief, is on the other side, and a Jewish woman looks on, a sad spectator of the Crucifixion. The terrified crowd is descending the hill. Some Roman cavalry look on ashamed. One of the executioners, a man of brutal mien, shouldering the ladder and ax in hand, is carried along by the multitude. The three crosses are in the foreground at the right extremity; and the rest of the immense canvas is filled by the fleeing multitude. The sky is magnificent and somber, and the lightning illuminates the dark clouds that hang over the mountains, the valleys, and the scarcely visible town. One sees, amid the confused movement of the crowd, that it is bewildered and terror-stricken. The group at the foot of the cross is ot wonderful beauty and feeling, and the general color is harmonious and striking to a degree which even Munkaczy himself has never before attained. This picture is certainly one of the most perfect which have been produced for many a year, combining all the majesty of the classic schools with the modern and personal stamp that marks it of the nineteenth century. BANKET, THE SINGER. The Musical Evangelist as He Appears with Moody. Olive Logan, in Philadelphia Times. The third figure on the platform is Sankey, who sings while Moody preaches, and is to the eye of one who has seen much and suffered much —yes, even myself, if you will—the most interesting person of the trio. He is a tall, slim young man, still in his twenties I should say, dressed in clerical garb, hopelessly plain, red haired, afflicted with a gigantic mouth, which has the effect of cleaving his face in twain when he opens his lean, lank jaws to sing. There is that in this poor lad’s demeanor, in his dress, in his entire aspect, which proclaims him the curate, the creature, the theological slave of all work of the comfortable, celebrated preacher of whose exhortations we are soon to have the surpassing benefit. Sad starveling of the church, one’s heart is moved to pity by the mere sight of him. Thin to emaciation, plain almost to repulsiveness, his cheeks so hollow one wonders if they “interfere” inside, his mouth a survival of the Saurian epoch, he turns to heaven a pair of great, soft, soulful, gray eyes and joins in the hymn with a voice that thrills the listeners’ souls and shakes his feeble body as though it were a reed. Father above us, what a voice! With heart-rending pathos it wells forth, swelling through the spaces of the half-empty church, ringing richly through the open windows, floating out upon the pavement, so that passers-by (bound perchance to the beer and bottle-shop opposite) stop suddenly quite still to listen to the unseen clerical Orpheus within. “There is a gate ajar for me!” So pours he forth his melodious canticle. A gate ajar! Ay, sweet singer, who ean doubt it! You must be a lost chord from the celestial harmonies, and in the eternal rehabilitation full surely will the gate be open wide for you to enter, there to take your place in the silvery choir of the great Jehovah.

Caleb Cusliiug. Boston Every Other Saturday. Caleb Cushing's personal habits were peculiar. Although a most charming companion, an agreeable conversationalist, and fond of the table, where he was always delightful, he was a solitary man. His wife was a daughter of Judge Wilde, a bright and remarkable woman, who entered into her husband's interests in away somewhat unusual. Old politicians remember the savage assaults made on him in Massachusetts on the charge that an affidavit in his favor was, in fact, made to his wife, although her name was studiously concealed under the designation of “a person.” She died young, and he never married again, and always seemed to lead a wandering life: for, although he had a home in Newburyport, no one was sure of finding him there or of being aide to ascertain where he was. When he entered a railway car he would, if possible, select a vacant seat next to some person he did not know—an Irishman seemed preferable—apparently in order to avoid conversation. Not a singular trait, by the by, in eminent men. They see enough of their compeers by necessity, and often prefer inferior persons as companions. Lord Eldon's favorite guest at dinner was a stuffy old master in chancery, and able men nearer home notoriously enjoy careless talk with persons where they can lay the harness off and feel entirely unrestrained. Mr. Choate, in his frequent long walks in Boston, always sought the lanes and by-ways where he was not likely to meet anybody he knew. Barnum’s Alleged White Elephant. London Truth. I went on Saturday to see the elephant. He is a well-proportioued beast, but he can only be called white by those who are in the habit of calling black white. The only difference between him and other elephants is that he has a cream-colored patch with spots on his trunk, and one or two others on his chest, and that the tips of his ears are of the same hue and look like a sort of lacework. I have no reason to doubt that he is a holy animal; but, alas! his presence in the flesh among us dispels one more illusion—the sacred white elephants which the Siamese worship are, so far as color is concerned, pious frauds. In Mexico there is a race of Indians with light patches on their skins. These mottled savages go by the name of Pintos. “Toung Taloung” is a Pinto: he looks like an elephant with a slight touch of leprosy. With a coating of whitewash, however, and with a few priests in gorgeous Eastern raiments to minister to him, I should think that he is likely to prove remunerative as a show beast. Blessing the Throats. Washington Letter in Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle. At early church this morning the priest announced that on next Saturday all who so desired could have their throats blessed under the invocation of Saint Blaise, the patron of persons thus troubled. • The inclement season lias caused wholesale disorders of the breathing apparatus, and many devout brethren will trust to the Saint, plus or in spite of the doctor. Supernatural faith is often a miracle worker as well as a mover of mountains. The alarming tendency of this age is to ridicule all such faith as superstition; and yet, if the Bible teaches anything, it emphatically shows that there is no genuine religion that is not based upon it. So I am prepared to believe that Saint Blaise may, in some exceptional cases, be more potent than quinine or cough syrup. At any rate, I would not shake anybody’s pious confidence in this method of cure. Mr. Fred Douglass Is Prosperous. St. Louis Spectator. Mr. Douglass has not failed to profit by the opportunities that have opened up before him, and has followed the injunction to “Put money in thy purse.” He has a large and well-fnrnished residence at I T niontown, a sort of suburb to Washington. Some years ago he was appointed

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marshal of the District of Columbia, which office had then a salary attached of SIO,OOO per annum, and no sooner had he got it than he gave his three sons clerkships. He is now recorder of deeds for the District of Columbia, and gets a salary of SB,OOO a year. None of his children arc married, but all live at home. THE LATE GENERAL SCOTT. Anecdotes Illustrative of the Character of the Famous Commaiider-in-Chief. Washington Letter in Philadelphia Record. An old army friend of mine who remembers General Winfield Scott as a tall, fine-looking old man, with white hair, a strict martinet, with a good head and a big heart, gives me a story or two about him. In his latter years General Scott was very irascible. A great many people knew that, hut few knew that he was always sorry for a hasty word. While he was at the head of the army, with his office on Seventeenth street, just opposite the War Department, he was coining out one day to enter his carriage, cane in hand. A volunteer orderly, who knew nothing of Scott's views of military propriety, approached him with a letter from the War Department bureau, which he had been directed to deliver to General Scott at once. The orderly, recking nothing of adjutants-general or chiefs of staff, interpreted his order literally, and hastily giving a careless salute, began: “Oh, General, here's a paper I want you to look at before you—” For a moment the proud Commander-in-chief seemed petrified. Then, raising his cane, he said in a loud voice: “Clear out. sir; clear out of the way.” The startled orderly sprang to one side, and the General got into his carriage and was driven away. The soldier then delivered his letter to someone in the office, and walked slowly out. General Scott's carriage had not gone thirty yards before it stopped and turned about. The driver, raising his voice, summoned the offending orderly to the door. Trembling in every limb, cap in hand, he approached. General Scott asked his name and regiment. He gave them. “Well, sir,” said the General, “report to your colonel that you were guilty of gross disrespect to General Scott as an officer, and that General Scott was guilty of gross disrespect to you as a man. General Scott begs your pardon. Go to your duty, sir.” In 1861 a lady passing the season here was very axious to get General Scott's autograph. He was very busy, and she found her task very difficult. One day the happy thought struck her that her pretty little ten-year-old daughter might be able in this case to do what she herself could not. So she sent the charming little girl to the General’s office with the autograph album. The orderly told her that she could not see the busy General. She would not be denied. She would wait, she said. At the end of half an hour the orderly took her request to the adjutant. The latter admitted her, but told her she could not possibly see the General. She said she must. At last the adjutant showed her the door leading to General Scott’s office, and told her she could go in if she dared. Taking him at his word, she marched right in. This is her description of the call, given at the time: “I was afraid at first when he looked up: but as soon as he saw it was only me, he said, right pleasantly, ‘Well, little girl,'what do you want?’ and I told him my ma wanted him to write his name in her book; and he looked sharp at me, and then smiled a little bit, and shook hands with me. and asked me who my ma was, and I told him, and I told him my pa'was in the army, and ma was all alone with me, and then he just kissed my cheek and wrote in ma’s book and said ‘good-morning’ to me, and I came out, and nobody didn’t hurt me at all.” This is what he wrote: “Treason is the greatest crime.—Winfield Scott” Just one more: One Saturday afternoon, in the summer before Scott left the array forever. President Lincoln with some friends sat on the balcony at the rear of the White House, listening to the music of the Marine Band, when General Scott was announced. The President immediately advanced to meet him, and returned with the Lieutenant-general, in full uniform, on his arm. The crowd on the lawn saw the President and the white-haired veteran, stopped talking, looked at the pair for a moment, and then broke forth into applause. The General at once stepped to the front and raised his hat in acknowledgement. The band very appropriately played ‘’Hail to the Chief,” while the crowd continued the clapping of hands. “You’ve got a good manv young generals, Mr. President,” said the old hero, turning to Lincoln, “but they don’t forget the old General yet, do they?” “We could spare a hundrd of them,” said the President, helping the General to a seat, “better than him.” “I thank you, Mr. President; I than you,” said the General, with tears in his eyes.

Tay Gould’s Library. New York Letter. In connection with Gould’s domestic tastes. I have often heard that he was devoted to his family and his books, and was told that ho possessed a large and well-selected library. Everybody remembers that old story about the late A. T. Stewart reading an ode of Horace’s every morning before going down to his and 17- goods store, and translating Homer ir his moments of relaxation. I was prepared to find a similar anachronism in Gould’s case when I called on him recently, on a matter of business, and was ushered into his library- The walls were lined with books, to be sure, and, taking occasion to lead the conversation in that direction, I had an opportunity of examining I was not a little surprised to find that one side of the room was entirely occupied by the massive quarto volumes of the Congressional Globe and the Congressional Directory. A perfect wilderness of government reports filled another side of the room, and the remaining cases were filled with encyclopedias, railroad reports. English blue books, and a mass of financial, railroad, telegraph, manufacturing, and agricultural statistics. I noticed among these a number of duplicates, and the great money king magnanimously offered to let me have some of them if I needed the volumes to make up my own sets. I thanked him, but did not inform him that books of that kind falling into my hands generally found their way to the junk-shop. The Saloon Business Defined. It is a business which is opposed to every clergyman in the country. It is a business which every merchant and business man hates and detests. It is a business which is the standing dread of every mother. It is a business which is the constant fear of every father. It is a business which is the horror of every wife. It is a business which makes 90 per cent, of the business of the criminal courts. It is a business which makes 90 per cent, of the pauperism for which the tax-payer has to pay. It is a business which keeps employed an army of policemen in the cities. It is a business which puts out the fire on the hearth and condemns wives and children to hunger, cold and rags. It is the business which fosters vice for profit, and educates in wickedness for gain. Drunkenness comprises all other vices. It is the dictionary of vice, for it includes every vice. Drunkenness means peculation, theft, robbery, arson, forgery, murder—for it leads to all these crimes. A New Episcopal Diocese. Kansas City Journal. At the last diocesan convention of Missouri, under the direction of Rt. Rev. C. F. Robertson, of SSt. Louis, with the clergymen of the diocese, a committee was appointed to prepare a feasible plan for the division of the diocese of Missouri, with a view to the formation of anew diocese in the western part of the State. This committee of six, consisting of three clergymen and three laymen, has been called to meet in this city, on Friday next, at 1:30 o’clock, at St. Mary's Church, to mature a plan for the division. The three clergymen composing the committee are: Rev. Dr. Runcie, of St. Joseph; Rev. Mr. Talbot, of Macon, and Rev. Father Jardine, of this city. The remaining three members of the committee are laymen, and are: Judge Turney, of Cameron, Judge Motter. of St. Joseph, and Mr. W. B. Grimes, of this city. It is expected that Kansas City may thus become the residence of the bishop of the new see, being the largest city in the proposed diocese. The People’s World-Wide Verdict, Burnett s Cocoaine has been sold in evpry civilized country, and the public have rendered the verdict that it is the cheapest and best hair dressing in the world. Burnetts Flavoring Extracts are invariably acknowledged the purest and best.

THE YOUNG FOLKS’ COLUMN. TIIE PUZZLE DEPARTMENT. [Everything relating to this department must he 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. 977. —Robert Burns. No. 978.—Shake speare. No. 979. A RUT MERIT RECITAL AURICULAR TITULAR TAL A K L A R R No. 980.—1. H-am. 2. H and. 3. Rail. 4. C rash. 5. B-rill. No. 981.—-1. Den y. 2. Crow n. 3. Man y. 4. Mar-s. No. 982.—Peas, bean. No. 983. L A D R O N E A IT R O R A DROVE RO V E ORE N A E No. 984. ECBOLE CORRAL BREAST ORA C H E LA S H E R ELT E R D Original Puzzles. NO. 1001.—CHARADE. Asa process of cleansing your face or your shirt, Erasing the stains and removing the dirt, My first was invented by old Mother Eve. And when used by her children you will perceive That it changes, when done with patience and care, The foul and filthy to that which is fair. From the queen to the t>eggar, the high and the low In servile subjection to my second bow; More subjects and slaves does my second command, Than the proudest monarch who dwells in the land. My whole is truly as noble a name As any we read on the scroll of fame. A warrior and statesman, he was noble and and grand, Faithfully serving his down-trodden land. He deserves the love which his countrymen give, And long may his name with his countrymen live. Hobbieville, Ind. * Ermina. NO. 1002.— CROSS-WORD. My first is in flash, not in quick; In stick and stab, not in prick. My second is in worm, not in insect; In very good show, not in prospect. My third is in work, not in labor; In companion, company, not in neighbor. My fourth is in forge, not in shape; In bread and fire, not in bake. My fifth is in word, not in book; In rod and reel, but not in hook. My whole, used in time of war, Is bright and polished, known near and far. Plainfield, Ind. u.t.

no. 1003.— ENIGMA. I am composed of thirty-two letters. My 2,3, 4, 24. 9is a fabled subterranean being. My 5,6, 7,8, 13 is a large farming establishment. My 1, 11, 10, 11 was the principal goddess worshiped by the Egyptians. My 18, 19, 20, 21 is a brave person. My 15, 14. 12, 32, 16, 26 is a luminous body. My 22, 23, 17, is suitable, My 28, 27, 30, 31, 29 is a dull fellow. My 25, 19, 6 is a fruit. My whole is a true saying. Uncle Will. NO. 1004.— PROP-LETTER PUZZLE. “O, -o-a-l i-o-r-o-r-o-e-s-, U-c-r-a n, -0-, a-d -a-d-o-l-a-e, A-d-s-a-i-b-e-s-h-s-a-e • B-t-e-i -h -q-i-e-i-g-s-e -m-d-, W-e-p-i-a-d-n-u-s-w-i-g-h-b-o*, A-i-i-t-r-n-a-g-l-h-u!” A quotation from “Marmion.” Ermina. NO. 1005.— SQUARE. 1. A fish. 2. Formerly. 3. A Scripture proper name. 4. To count. Eastwood, Ky. Old Kaintuck. NO. 1006.— CROSS-WORD. My first is in summer, but not in spring; My second is in couch, but not in ring; My third is in people, but notin beast; My fourth is in west, also in east; My fifth is in rise, but not in fall; My sixth is in entire, but not in all; My seventh is in trot, but not in run; My eighth is in sport, but not in fun; My whole is a great body of water. Plymouth, Ind. Phena Reghtel. NO. 1007.— CROSS-WORD. In dark, not in light; In weak, not in might; In cake, not in pie; In low. not in high; In night, not in day; In wheat, also in hay. My whole is a part of the United States. Jamestown, Ind. Dell. [Answers in three weeks.] Our Prizes. 1. First complete list, a game. 2. Next best list, a pack of fifty cards. 3. Best lot of original puzzles, a copy of ‘‘A Bride from the Sea.” Puzzles Answered. By L. TANARUS., Brazil, Nos. 977, 978, 979, 980, 981, 982, *984. By Kla., LaPorte, Nos. 977, 978, 979, 980, 981, 982, *983, 984. By Faith, Indianapolis, Nos. 977, 978, 979, 980, 981. 982, 983, 984. ' • By Phena Reghtel, Plymouth. No. 977. By Dell, Jamestown. Nos. 977, 978, 980, 981, 982. f Prize Winners. 1. Kla, a game. 2. Faith, 50 cards. _ Foot Notes. Ermina heads the list of puzzles this week with a good charade. U. P.’s work is exhausted. We hope he will visit us again soon, and bring another good lot of puzzle-work with him. Phena Regh tel.—We are glad to admit you to our puzzle department, and hope you • will become a regular contributor. Dell is anew contributor. She writes: “I wish to become a member of your puzzle department.” We gladly place Dell s name on our list of writers. But let her send answers to her puzzles every time she contributes. Bribes. Tho Tansy. “Jump up. Dickie, do, there’s a good boy!” said poor patient Agnes, as Dickie lay on the floor and kicked and roared. “I won’t get up! and I ain’t a good boy!” snarled Dickie, and he kicked at the piano, and roared louder than ever. “That last is true, anyhow;” said the older brother, from the sofa where he was lounging. Then Agnes said: “Please don’t, Henry, you make him so much wore©; and I can’t do anything with him when he gets in one of these spells, and mamma is away. Dickie, dear, if you will get up this minute and boa good boy, IT. give you a great big orange.” T want two oranges and a bunch of grapes,” said Dickie, stepping his roaring long enough to consider. ‘Very well; jump up, then, and I*ll get them.” So Dickie jumped up. “The Empress Agnes,” said brother Henry; “I declare, the name is all right, too; look out for ydurself, my empress; the story has a bad enditg.” “What story?” said the kilt-suited hoy of six. “The story of the Empress Agnos and her son Heinrich. Your sister is the empress, and you are Heinrich.” “Tell about them,” said this young “Heinrrh.” “Why, when he was five years old his father died; and his mother, the empress, had more than site could do to manage him and the nobles too; sle used to hire them to behave themselves, jtst as Agnes hires you, with oranges aid grapes, only, instead of those things, sle gave them money and land. They grew worse and worse, just as people always do vho are hired to do right, and by and by they

resolved to take the little hoy . away from his mother, and refuse to obey her any more. So, when he was about thirteen, they invited him and his mother to a beautiful island to spend some weeks; then they asked Heinrich to take a ride in a boat, and he was no sooner in than they started for the mainland, leaving his mother and her maids all alone on the island. Heinrich tried to jump overboard and swim back to her. but he was caught. Those were the very people she had coaxed and hired to do right—doing as wicked a thing as they could.” “I wouldn't have done it,” declared Dickie. “I don’t know about it; you think you wouldn’t; but. you see, people who are never good unless they are hired with oranges and things never amount to much.” “What became of Heinrich?” said Dickie. “O, Heinrich grew up to be a bad man—a very bad man—and he had plenty of trouble, just as bad men are sure to have.” “He wasn’t the one that they coaxed to be good,” said wise-eyed Dickie, who, though a naughty boy, was a quick-witted one. “I’m not sure of that. If he had a mother who did not know any better than to try to hire her nobles, don’t you believe she managed her little boy in much the same way?” “My mother doesn’t,” said Dickie, and he took his grapes and oranges, and went off to the front porch to watch for her coming. “Henry,” said Agnes, “do you think I hurt Dickie by trying to hire him* to bo good when mother is away?” “I shouldn’t wonder if you did. The Empress Agnes certainly injured her boy in some way. Dickie minds mother without bribing.” “Mother is good herself,” said Agnes, gravely. Famous Buncos. It is somewhat discouraging for a hoy of moderate abilities, who aims to do his best, to be told that others accomplished in childhood what he can only do by hard study the best years of his youth. But such a boy should not relax his efforts. He will succeed if he gives his heart and mind to the work. Sir Isaac Newton was pronounced a dunce in his early school days. He stood low in his classes, and seemed to have no relish for study. One day the “bright boy” of the school gave him a kick in the stomach, which caused him severe pain. The insult stunned young Newton to the quick, and he resolved to make himself felt and respected by improved scholarship. Newton owed his pre-eminence in his philosophical studies more to preseverance and application than to any marvelous natural endowments. Oliver Goldsmith, than whom no boy could appear more stupid, was the butt of ridicule. A school-darae, after wonderful patience and perseverence, taught him the alphabet—a thing which she deemed creditable to her school, and which she lived to mention with pride when her pupil became famous. Sir Walter Scott was a dull boy, and when attending the University at Edinburgh he went by the name of “the great blockhead.” But he wasted no time on trifles, and in pursuing a study that he loved ho was persevering and methodical. Sheridan found it hard to acquire the elements of learning. His mother deemed it her duty to inform his teacher that lie was not bright to learn like other boys. Adam Clarke was pronounced by his father to be “a grievous dunce,” and Dr. Chalmers was pronounced by his teacher an “incorrigible” one. Cbatterton was dismissed trom school by his master, who, finding himself unable to teach him any thing in a satisfactory maimer, settled it that the boy was a fool. THE AGONY OF STATE DINNERS. Difficulty of Arranging Them to Suit Every One Concerned. Washington Letter. It is a very delicate and peculiar duty, the “pairing off ”of the couples who attend these state dinners. I t can only be done by an expert, and the “13-15-14” puzzle is nothing to it. It is understood, to begin with, that no lady is to go to dinner with her husband or the gentleman accompanying her to the house. This part of the apportionment is simple, to allot; one man's wife to another man and the other fellow’s better half to someone else, is easy enough, if that, were all. But it is not. The allotment must be made in such a manuer that every one w’ill have a companion that will be agreeable to her and to him. Even there the trouble does not end, for the question of seating is still more difficult. There are certain persons whose seat must, according to social etiquette, be next to that of the President, and others whose seats must be opposite, or vis a-vis with his. Even this might be overcome without any serious amount of brain racking, but when the next rule is applied, that no couple must be so seated that the lady or gentleman shall sit next to his or her husband or wife, the agony begins. There is no wonder a large force of private secretaries is needed at the White House during the season of state dinners. The plan for the table being arranged by the private secretaries, the name of each gentleman is written on a small envelope, and, on a card inclosed, the name of the lady he is expected to escort to dinner. This is handed him as he enters. He opens it in his coat-room, and, after blessing or execrating his luck, as the result may be, hies him to the East Room, pays his respects to the President, and then hunt s up the lady and devotes-himself to hor in particular and everybody in general. After a half hour thus spent, the Marine Band strikes up the proper sort of a tune, and the President, giving his arm to the ranking lady, leads the way to the state dining-room, followed by the others. The scene is a very pretty one, the ladies and gentlemen, of course, in full dress, the beautiful rooms of the White House at their best, filled with flowers and brilliant with light from hundreds of burners. The table in the state, dining-room seats thirtyfour persons, though not very comfortably. Each gentleman is given the number of his seat, and on the back of his card a diagram of the table showing his number, so that he has no difficulty in finding his seat, each plate having beside it a card with the name of the lady or gentleman w’ho is to occupy the seat.

BALZAC’S FIRST BOOK. How a Publisher Dealt with Him After Seeing His Surroundings. Brooklyn Times. When Balzac was at the beginning of his career and known only to the few who had chanced upon liis brilliant sketches in tin* Paris newspapers, it so happened that one of these sparkling effusions fell into the way of a Paris bookseller, and was published. The bookseller had, or thought he had, from long experience, a shrewd idea of what would take with the Parisian public. He folded the paper and laid it down with an air of decision, saying as he did so: “I will offer that fellow three thousand francs for a novel. I may havo to pay more, but I’ll try three thousand to start with.” Next morning the book-seller started out to find Balzac. His quest took him into an obscure street in one of the oldest and poorest parts of the city. As he turned into the dingy thoroughfare lie said to himself as he looked about: “Ah, indeed, he must be a plebeian; I will offer him two thouaand francs—no more.” Somewhat weary, the bookseller at length found the house; it was high, dingy, and not too clean. “Oho. I shall say fifteeu hundred, was his resolve, as he crossed the threshold. 31. Balzac lived 011 the fourth floor, and as his visitor climbed the rickety stairs, “Aha, a thousand francs, not a sou more,” was his mental determination. But when he stepped into the shabby room and saw a young man dipping a penny roll into a glass of water, three hundred francs, just one-tenth the sum first intended, was the offer that sprang to his lips, and for this amount he received tho manuscript of what was afterward considered a masterpiece. Sudden Growth of Mr. Gould. Philadelphea. Press. A gentleman who had an interview with Jay Gould the other day told me that at the beginning of the talk (it was the first time he had met Gould) the small stature of the man impressed him so unfavorably that lie could scarcely keep from laughing. “But,” he added, “he hadn’t been speaking two minutes before I thought him as tall as I was, and when lie bid me good day it seemed as if his head touched the ceiling.” Polishing the Wrong End. Many men daily polish their bqots who never give a thought to the condition of their hair, except to harrow it causually with brush and comb, or submit it to the paralyzing attentions of the average barber. What happens? Why this: From neglect, mental anxiety, or any of a score of causes, the hair turns prematurely gray and begins to fall out. Parker’s Hair Balsam will at once stop the latter process and restore the original color. An elegant dressing, free from grease.

ROASTED BY A RIVAL. Unhappy Experiences of a Young Shoshone Lochinvar. Eureka (Cal.) Leader. During the past few weeks a young Indian, who is known by nearly all our cattlo men as “Indian Charley,” has been an inmate of our county hospital, suffering severely from wounds on his body which were brought about by circumstances of a most startling character. Charley usually resides with the other members of his tribe on the hills and in the valleys of Eureka county, but being a good horseman and haring a pretty good command of the English language, and being, looked upon as “a good Injun,” he is very often hired by our local cattle men to go oft' into the mountains and outlying districts after cattle. About two months ago Charley went on an errand to White Pine county for Tom Dixon, and while at Hamilton his youthful eyes fell on a young squaw of that town, who, in Charley’s estimation, presented a vision of extreme loveliness and beauty. A mutual feeling of love soon sprang up in the breasts of the youthful pair, and the more Charley saw of his dusky inamorata the more determined he was that she should leave the wild, bleak, and lonely regions of White Pine and come to reside in prosperous, happy Eureka, where the profitable piue nuts secured a more rapid sale and where the necessary “muck-a-muck" is more easy to get. But a great barrier presented itself. The dusky maiden was pledged to another, and the man to whom she promised her young heart’s love was no slouch of an Indian, in fact he was ono of the rulers of his people, and, having noticed with wrathful eyes the growing feeling of intimacy which was springing up between hio sweetheart and the Base-range youth, he kept a strict guard over the couple, so that, although the girl was perfectly willing to elope with Charley, it was a long time before a favorable opportunity presented itself when the two lovers could slide out. A time came at last. Nearly all the Hamilton Indians were out hunting, and Charley and his sweetheart got a horse and. hastily mouting it, away they went. For several miles everything went along as “merry as marriage bells!” A short time after the departure of the two lovers the absent members of the tribe returned, and. discovering that the two young people had taken their flight, a pursuit was agreed upon. When Charley and his young squaw had got to within a short distance of Pinto, on the old Hamilton road, they were horrified to find riiat a crowd of angry devils were close behind them. Escape was impossible, as the prisoners were mounted on fast horses, while Charley rode a sorry nag. Nothing could be done but to surrender gracefully. The Indians overtook the pair, and, after giving the girl a severe flogging, took Charley and tied him to a tree, and, building a largo pile of wood at his feet, ignited it and departed, leaving the young Indian suffering the most excruciating pains imaginable. . The fire had burned the flesh from off his feet and was slowly consuming liis body, when a friendly Indian happened along and released Charley from his terrible position and saved his life. With the assistance of some friends the half-dead man was conveyed to the “wickiup” of his tribe and all the assistance that the savages were capable of was bestowed on the suffering Shoshone. The young Indian remained in this place for several days, when the sufferer was taken to the hospital and properly cared for. Dr. Williams has taken out several pieces of bone from the Indian’s feet and legs, and the lower part of his body presents the most sickening appearance. There is no doubt of his recovery.

MUTINY AND MURDER. A Desperate Fight with a Rebellious Crew 011 tlie High Seas. Brisbane Dispatch to Sydney Herald. An extraordinary case of mutiny and murder occurred on board the Swedish schooner Natal, Captain Eustrom, from Boston, which arrived in Morcton bay Dec. 28. The following are tlie particulars so far as they could be obtained: Early on the morning of the 26tli of November the Captain was awakened by a blow from a broad ax down the side of his face. He jumped up and found the carpenter of the ship with an ax uplifted for another blow. Tlie ax, in flying, struck a beam overhead; the handle struck the Captain's arm, but he received a severe blow on the temple from the ax. A sailor at the same had attacked the chief mate, who was asleep in his berth, with a revolver. The sailor fired, and the ball struck the mate on the side of the nose. The mate then seized the revolver and rushed into the Captain’s cabin, where he found the Captain bleeding badly, the whole of the mattress on which he was lying being saturated with blood. All hands were then in much confusion and excitement. On going on deck the Captain and chief mate were attacked by the crew of five men with handspikes. The Captain carried a shotgun and the mate had a revolver which he took from a sailor. A scrimmage ensued, during which the revolver was knocked from the mate’s hand overboard. The crew were evidently afraid of the gun. and four of them ran away into the hold, the Captain keeping one of them on deck. The captain then learned of the death of his son, the second mate, who had been cut down while washing liis clothes in the moonlight by a seaman named “Bill.” The man began to call out when one of the mutineers put his hand over the poor fellow's mouth and threw him overboard. The four men who escaped into the hold remained there four days, refusing to come out. Ultimately they were induced to come out, and the Captain shot dead “Bill” and the carpenter, who were the ringleaders in the mutiny and murder. The Captain appears to have exercised great cool ness in putting to death the two who were implicated in killing the second mate and who had actually tried to murder the captain and mate. After a few days’ suffering and great hardship in having to watch the three men who remained, the bark Kaffir was signaled, and tlie captain of that vessel, after some difficulty, induced two of his men to come on to Brisbane in the schooner Natal. When that vessel arrived in port the three men concerned in the mutiny were handed over to the water police, who brought them to town, where they were formally arrested on the authority of the Swedish consul. One of those killed was a Yankee named William J. Turton; the other was a German named J. Peterson. The mutineers were brought before the Police Court yesterday and were remanded until next Friday. Voorliees in a Military Capacity. Writer in t’ittsburg Dispatch. Soon after his admission to the bar Mr. Voorhees was the hero, or victim, of an adventure which caused considerable excitement at the time. The Wabasli and Erie canal had just been completed from Fort Wayne to Terr© Haute. When the water was let in it was detained for several days at Attica, fourteen miles above Covington. Tho citizens of the latter town remonstrated against this invasion of their lights, but were unable to secure redress. Finally, and as a last resort, they took up arms, organized a military company about one hundred strong, and set out for Attica to open the lock by force and let the imprisoned water free. Mr. Voorhees was a member of this company. The hostile forces met at the lock and engaged in a war of words, but fortunately deadly weapons were not brought into requisition. During the verbal dispute Mr. Voorhees was knocked into the canal and almost drowned. He was Ashed out as' soon as possible and sent home in a wagon. Ho did not recover entirely from the effects of his ducking for some time. This was the only casualty. Mr. Voorhees has never since that eventful day appeared before the public in a military capacity, preferring the triumphs of civil life to the glory that is won by the sword. A correspondent who noticed a recent paragraph in the New York Tribune alluding to Daniel Lambert, an Englishman, who, at the time of his death, weighed 739 pounds, as probably the fattest man on record, has sent to that office a printed death notice, in which a Mrs. Amelia Brooks, of St. Louis, is said to have weighed between 900 and 1,000 pounds. He also sends a newspaper clipping, copied from tlie West Tennessee Whig in 1866, announcing the death of Mr. Miles Darden at his residence near Lexington, and thus describing him: “The deceased was beyond all question tho largest man in the world. His height was seven feet six inches—two inches higher than Porter, the celobratad Kentucky giant. His weight was a fraction over 1.000 pounds. It required seventeen men to put him in his coffin; took over 100 feet to make his coffin. He measured around Ins waist six feet four inches.”