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GRANT IN PEACE. BT GENERAL ADA.nI BADEAU. |H NO. XXIV. Grant and the Prince of Wale*. Written for the lndlanepoli* Journal—Copyrighted. General Grant arrived in London at the time of the Epsom races, and the Prince of Wales at once invited him to take a car in his train for the “Oaks,” the second of the great events of the week; the “Derby’'had already been run. The invitation was accepted, and the General and the minister and one or two others went down in the Prince’s train. A special box had been provided, and after the General's arrival it was proposed that he should be presented to the Prince of Wales. But ihe Prince said that General Grant was too distinguished a man to be received in this informal manner: he would prefer that the first visit should be paid at Marlborough House Nevertheless the Prince came with several of his suite into General Grant's box and made his acquaintance there. Thus the first visit was in reality paid by the Prince of Wales. This was on Friday, and on Saturday General Grant made his formal visit at Marlborough House, according to appointment, and then wrote his name, as the etiquette is, in the books of the other members of the royal family. These visits were not returned; the Duke of Cambridge alone left his card. A few days afterward General Grant attended a levee held by the Prince of Wales, at which he was treated with no more ceremony than many other.*- He was presented by the American minister, and afterward stood in the diplomatic circle, facing the Prince during the levee. This indicated that he w&3 not recognized as of rank approaching that of the royal family. He was a distinguished personage, but far below those magnificent beings, the Guelphs and Mecklenburg Strelitzes, and Tecks and other connections and cousins of the Queen, who were all placed in the same line with the Prince of Wales, and General Grant had to make his bow to each of them in turn. He did not suffer acutely from the distinction thus marked out botween himself and royal clay; nevertheless this ceremony made it certain that the court ignored the arrangement that had been made by the government The royal family did not regard General Grant as an ex sovereign, and refused to treat him as such; he was nothing but an ex-President. It was amusing to observe tbe determination of the descendants of George I, and 11, and 111 to draw the line between themselves and democratic dignity. They did it as courteously and nnoffensively as possible, but the line was there and never to be passed. Poor shows and shams! Their etiquette is all that is left them in these days; if they yield that where would they be in the presence of the really great of the earth, of men of achievement, and reputation, and power, vrtio have conquered armies and governed states? This whole matter of the levee was doubtless considered in advance. The courtiers iusisted that General Grant should go to court, where the distinction they desired to make would become apparent. His popularity by this time was conspicuous. and to have an ex-President going about and receiving the attention due to a sovereign or a semi-sovereign was undesirable, perhaps dangerous. It showed the world that there was nothing in royalty after all. If one bead of a state is as good as another, what becomes of birth, and rauk, and kings, and crowns, and all the antiquated frippery? Beef-eaters and gentlemen-at-arcus would bo out of business. So the Lord Chamberlain and the Prime Minister assured the American envoy that it would be discourteous in General Grant not to attend the levee. There was no other way in which he could pay his respects to the Queen, who was at Balmoral, and her Majesty had already, they said, invited Gen. Grant to a ball without waiting for him to be presented. They did not remind the Minister that this courtesy is often shown to persons of distinction far below tbe royal grade. The courtiers were cunning, and said nothing in advance about the place General Grant was to take at the levee, and the republican envoy, unversed in such devices, doubtless supposed that his great countryman would be invited to a place at the royal side. So General Grant put on his uniform and stood like any lord of lordling in his Highness's presence till the levee was over. The Prince graciously gave his hand to the ex President, as he did to the dukes and embassadors, and then the General fell back into the position assigned him. All of which is of no earthly consequence, except to illustrate royal snobbishness and the insolence of courts. But if George Washington, Abraham Lincoln and General Grant could all return to earth and attend a evee at the same time with the King of the ,‘iandwich Islands and his barbarous cousius, the royal savages would be ranged in a line with the Queen and the Prince of Waies, and the democrats would be expected to pass before them.

The next occasion when royalty and democracy met was at the house of the Marquis of Hertford, the Lord High Chambatlaiu and the successor of Thackeray’s Marquis of Steyne. His lordship was giving a dinner to the Princess Louise and the Marquis of Lome, and had asked a few friends to come in afterward and meet her Royal Highness and her noble husband. General Grant was not invited to the dinner, but was asked to the reception afterward. We arrived before dinner was over, and wore not received. His royal guest could not be left by tbo Lord Chamberlain because an ex-President was in the drawing room; so General Grant waited till dinner was over, when Lord and Lady Hertford came out in attendance on her Royal Highness. Then they welcomed ;heir democratic guests and General Grant was presented to the Princess Louise. The Princess was gracious, and when Mrs. Grant expressed her regret at aot having seen the Queen, she replied: “But you will be sure to see her. Her Majesty will come to Windsor before you leave/ Os me she inquired particularly how General Grant was enjoying his visit in England, and seem pleased when I spoke of the houors he had received. The next of these ceremonies that I remember was a court ball. General Grant, like every one else, was expected to bo present when roviltv arrived. No place was assigned him, but he was allowed to find room with the diplomatic corps. He stood with Mr. Pierrepont, below the embassadors, who were on the steps of a dais nearer the royal family. When the Prince en teted he offered bis band to General Grant as he passed, which was a great distinction, conferred only on two or three. Later the General was in cited to take part in one of the royal quadrilles, but declined the honor, which was not extended to Mrs. Grant No other notice was taken of him by host or hostess, and sfter an hour or two the General became tired, and left before supper. What arrangement would have been made had he remained was not indicated, but probably none until royalty had been served. A week or two afterward General and Mrs. Grant had the honor of b<*ing invited to dine with the Prince aid Princess of Warns, “to meet

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their Imperial Majesties, tbe Eraneror and Empress of Brazil.” I accompanied them on this occasion. Tho minister and Mrs. Pierreoont were also present. When General and Mrs. Grant arrived they oassed first into a large ante chamber in which the Prince of Wales happened to be playing with his two boys. The other guests had not arrived, and the Prince may not have expected to be in this hail when General Grant came in; or he may possibly have planned the accidental reception. He came forward at once, like any other gentleman in his own house, and gave his hand to General Grant, who presented Mrs Grant, and mentioned my name, which the Prince had known before. Then the Prince called up his sons, at that time la is of ten or twelve, and said he wished them to know General Grant he was genial and affable. After this he disappeared tiiroueh a side door, and an eauerry ushered the nartv into a long waiting-room, where we remained nearly half an hour. The dinner party was large; I should think there were thirty people present, including several dukes and duchesses, and other nobility; the Brazilian minister and his wife were asked, doubtless, out of compliment to the Emperor, for whom the dinner was given. After awhile a gentleman in waiting appeared and said the Princess desired that the ladies should ranee themselves on one side of the room and the men on the other; so General and Mrs. Grant took their places four or five from the head of the line. After apparently ten minutes further waiting in this position, all standing, for no one bad been seated or asked to sit since we entered, tbe great doors at the top of the line on the right were thrown open, and the Empress of Brazil came in on the arm of the Prince of Wales. Next came the Princess with the Emperor. They passed directly between the two lines to the dining-room, which was opposite the apartment from which they entered. The Empress of Brazil, however, had known Mrs. Grant in America, when the ladies had each been the wife of a great ruler, and she stopped short when she came to Mrs. Grant and greeted her, but the other royal and imperial personages, including the hostess, passed in without recognizing anybody. Then a number of dukes and lesser no bles were told off to their partners, and followed the Empress and the Prince. After every noble person present was thus assigned, General Grant was requested to go in with Mrs. Pierrepont, and Mrs. Grant with the Brazilian minister, whom the Emperor of Brazil looked upon as his servant. The British government had agreed with Mr. Pierrepont that the ex-President of the United States should have precedence of dukes, but the Prince of Wales deliberately put him as near as possible to the foot of the table. There was no English person of noble rank who followed Gen. Grant. Ho sat within three or four of the Comptroller of the Household, who was at the extreme foot; the Prince and Princess were at the middle with the Emperor and Empress, The Duke of Cambridge, the Duke and Duchess of Manchester, the Earl and Countess of Derby, the Earl of Dudley, were all placed higher than General Grant. When the ladies left the table every one rose, of course, and the Empress and Princess passed out, and Mrs. Grant was left to find her way, like any other person of insignificance. Then the Prince of Wales changed his own seat, according to the English custom, and took that by the side of the Emperor, which the Princess had vacated. In a moment or two he sent an equerry or a footman, I forget which, to ask General Grant to sit by the other side of him in his new place, and General Grant left his seat and walked around the table and accepted this high honor, just as any other private gentleman might have done. The Prince then was very gracious in his talk and manner. After a while the gentlemen rejoined the ladies in the order in which they had come in, the dukes and earls taking care to assert their rights of precedence. In one of the drawiug-rooms there was music; here the Princess and the Empress sat apart and listened or talked, and the Emperor remained near them. Neither General nor Mrs. Grant was invited to join this select company. The Prince came out of it once or twice and talked with some of his guests, among others with General Grant; hut he said no word to Mrs. Grant, and neither the General nor Mr*. Grant was presented to the princely hostess. The Prince presented General Grant to the Ewrl of Dudley, one of the worst-bred men in any company in any country: and his Lordship was worthy of his reputation on this occasion, for he almost turned on his heel. He did not offer his hand, but sim : ply acknowledged his Prince’s introduction with a slight bow, almost a nod, said not one word, and left the grouD. It was by far the most marked impertinence General Grant had received in sixteen years.

When the Empress had heard enough of the music, she and the Princess arose and bowed to the company. Everybody else made profound salaams, and the whole imperial and royal party disappeared and did not return. Mrs. Grant now desired also to leave, but the ladies in waiting assured her that the Princess would return. They appeared to appreciate the behavior of their mistress, and to think it could not possibly be carried further. Mrs. Grant, therefore, delayed four or five minutes longer. Then findine that her hosts had no idea of continuing their hospitality, she took General Grant’s arm and retired. I followed them. After we had reached the ante room and were moving toward the cloaking-rooms, one of the courtiers came up and said that the Princess desired to hid Mrs. Grant good night. Accordingly we delayed in the ante-room until the Prince and Princess came out. The royal hosts smiled graciously, bowed and courtesied gracefully, and wished their democratic guests goodnight, and that was the end of General Grant's dinner with the Prince of Wales. General Grant, of course, perceived the intention of all this etiquette, but was determined not to resent or admit the slight. He was receiving great hospitality and kindness from the English nation; he had been cordially treated by the government and the high aristocracy, who could not control the court, and he desired us all to say nothing on the subject of the conduct of the Prince and Princess of Wales. His course reminded me of Froissart’s story of the great Norman nobles whose breeding was so famous that a certain prince determined to test it Me asked a large party to a banquet, and took care that the tables should be filled before the Normans arrived. They, however, made no remark, but folded their cloaks and sat on them on the ground, where they were served. After the repast they paid their parting compliments and went away, leaving their cloaks behind them. Their host, however, sent these 10 them on the road, but the Normans replied that they were not in the habit of carrying about with them the seats "“they used at entertainments. It seemed to me that General Grant’s silence was as fine as the answer of the Normans. He rather pitied the heir apparent, whose notions of hospitality were so provincial. Indeed he looked on the whole proceeding as he would on the antics of some half-civilized Asiatic, who- announces that the Kahn of Tartary had dined, and now the kings of the earth are at liberty to satisfy themselves. The Prince probably did not wish to be rude. At this very dinner he desired the General to keep a night for a public banquet at which he wished him to be present, and so far as mere manner was concerned, he had been perfectly aftabie and genial. It was the point of etiquette he was determined to maintain. General Grmt was not royal and the Prince was determined not to treat him as if he were. In accordance with the wish of the General, none of his party mentioned the circumstances I have described. Probably some of the English present were not so reticent, for the story got about, and there were comments on it in the American newspapers. Upon this the Prince wrote to the minister and expressed his concern. He said he could not have given precedence to General Grant over the Emperor, and tried to explain. But there was no necessity to invite General Grant at the same time with the Emperor. There was, in fact, no necessity to in vite him at all, if be could not receive in the house of theheir to the throne the snraa distinction that was offered him in every other housein Englaud: and which the Prince of Wales must have known that the English government bad pledged itself to accord. One can understand that a prince might feel that he must maintain the principle which underlies bis princehood; but the Prince of Wales put General Grant be low everybody at his table of even the rank of an earl: and there is no rule recognized in any etiquette, royal or democratic, which forbids a hostess to speak to her guests. In less than a mouth after this dinner General Grant was invited bv the King of the Belgians, who took Mrs. Grant to the table, while the General was requested to give his arm to the Queen. The etiquette of the Prince of Wales was all his owu. It was not even that of his own sovereign Adam Badeau.

THE MIDNIGHT-SUN LAND. A Trip to the Coast of Finland from the Capital of Sweden. Swedish Landscapes and Swedish WaterWays—Habits and Customs of the Inhabitants of Far Northern Europe. Correspondence of the Indianapolis Journal. Stockholm, Sweden, Oct. 24.—1 t was one of those rare days in June, with twenty-four hours of daylight, that I entered myself on the passenger list of the steamship Novra Finland, bound for the port of Haaparanda. My traveling companions were a retired captain of the British navy and a vessel owner from Newcastle, the latter a hard-headed, practical and companionable Scotchman. I was induced to go by my friend, the Captain, as guide, philosopher and interpreter, as neither the Scotch brogue nor the English accent was of any value on a visit to a people that only spoke the Swedish language; and limited as my knowledge is of this peculiar and intricate dialect, it was sufficient to pilot us through that strange jumble and intermixture of vowels and consonants one has to contend with in wrestling with the Swedish tongue. It may be doubtful if any of the Journal readers have so far retained the early knowledge of geography as to be able to locate Haaparanda, if, indeed, they have ever heard of such a place; but if they have interest enough in this letter to take down the map of Sweden, run their finger from Stockholm along the eastern coast of Sweden up the Baltic and Bay of Bothnia, they will find, at the uttermost extremity of the latter, near the dividing lines between Finland and Sweden our point of destination, Haaparanda is in latitude north 66° and distance from Stockholm about seven hundred English miles. The town itself has but little of interest It contains 1,200 to 1,500 inhabitants. The houses are built entirely of wooden logs, hewed on two sides and put together after the fashion of the log cabins of the early settlers of the West. It is after the manner of all Swedish towns of the north country, and while rather prettily situated on the bluff, or hill, about a mile inland from the Bothnia, on the Torne-elf, it is not a place where one cares to linger very long. The architecture of-tbe Swedish towns are painfully monotonous, with their narrow streets, laid out at right angles, wooden houses, painted a bright vermillion from roof pole to foundation, the sober, cheerless aspect of the surroundings, tho absence of any commercial activity, make them all of one characteristic. I* requires about eighty hours from Stockholm to make the trip, including stops at five intermediate points of from one to three hours each. The Swedish vessel owner understands the needs and comforts of the traveler and there is no country in the world that surpasses this in its mode and convenience of water conveyance. Tho vessels are thoroughly eouipped, trim and neat, and officered by careful and experienced seamen. There is just enough variety in the coast line, with its innumerable granite islands, constantly rising out of the sea in the face of the little vessel, the rivers and fjords, with here and there forests of pine, spruce and birch, with their various emerald hued foliage, so intermixed and woven as to engage the traveler and relieve him of the otherwise tiresomeness of a water voyage. In all this immense stretch of territory one sees but little of active life outside of the villages. The entire surface of the country is a barren, desolate, granite waste, where vegetation struggles with the elements and the sparse soil for an existence, with here and there an opening in some sheltered valley, where the winds of winter are somewhat tempered. A little plot of cultivated land, and the red house of the bonde, or farmer-peasant, are seen. Along the water-courses are found t..e timber forests, from which, in connection with the iron mines, the entire wealth of the country is drawn. At Sundsvall, one of the most picturesquely situated towns in all Sweden, containing about 8,000 inhabitants, the lumber trade constitutes the sole business, there being eighty-three saw-mills in and about the immediate neighborhood. The trees from which lumber is cut rarely exceed twelve to fourteen inches in diameter, and are of a soft, brasby uature. Lumber is exported largely to England, France, Germany and the Australian colonies. Sweden has long had a forestry commission, and only such trees as the commission permit are cut. This prevents indiscriminate and reckless destruction, and husbands, with the roost prudent watchfulness, this very valuable, and indeed only, aside from iron, native wealth of the country. The Swede is naturally economical. The sterile character of his country, its poor return for his labor, bis constant struggle with poverty, has long since taught him the necessity of rigid economy in his domestic life, and being at the same time an inventive and practical person, he permits nothing to go to waste. All the offal that comes from manufacturing the tree into lumber is preserved and utilized—manufactured into tar, potash and wood alcohol. The northern Swede does not have the aspect of a joyous and happy disposition. He bears a pinched and careworn look—his perpetual struggle for existence, the hard lines of his life, satisfied with its bare necessities, eight months in the year snow and ; :e-bound in the rigors of an artic winter, he 8 in great contrast with his more versatile and cosmopolitan countrymen of Stockholm and South Sweden. But he is an honest, God fearing man—the lineal descendant of those men who, with Gustave Vasa, established a government in Sweden, and later carried the eagles of the north to the banks of the Rhine under the great Adolph, and still later. crossed the frozen Baltic with Charles XII and destroyed the growing and menacing Muscovite power. Simple in his way*, curious and guileless as a child, contented with his lot. hospitable, and in every way reliable, hois a sort of boundary line between the old and new civilization of northern Europe. This estimate of the Swedish character must not he taken as applicable to all sections of the kingdom, but, as compared with some other nationalities, the Swede is pre-eminent in the characteristics of honesty and politeness. The humblest bonde will doff his hat to you and salute you in his best manner, patiently answering all your inquiries and neither maltreat nor rob you for his kindness. The traveler is a rare sight to him, and he is pleased to have him visit his country, and feels to some extent as his host. The world to him is embraced in his northern home—bar ren, desolate, swept by the storms of winter; he fulfills the mission of life—is born, labors and dies.

Before the days of English and Norwegian steamers on the west coast of Norway to the North Cape the route from Stockholm to Haaparanda, was the only one traveled by those who desired to explore the Arctic region, or look upon the midnight sun. For about ten days in June the sun never sets above latitude and from the middle of March to the mid die of August, the twenty-four hours constituting the day are as light as in ordinary latitudes between the hours of i* in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. It was our good fortune to have clear weather dnrine our stay in this latitude, and each night we watched the sun at midnight swing down the horizon, describe a small arc, and gradually rise back to its place to repeat the performance each day. There is something in describably weird and beautiful in the effect produced by the white, translucent light that comes on about II o'clock, and remains until the sun is an hour high. There is the stillness of midnight with the brightness of mid-noon. Animated nature is at rest, and it seemed to me. when l first experienced this peculiar condition, as though some mesmeric influence had fallen upon all the inhabitants at midday, and the noise of humanity had ceased under its magic spell. It is ali but impossible to those unaccustomed to the influences of the light to sleep, and it is only when nature is thoroughly exhausted and tired out that you can find any kind of solace in this very necessary part of our economy. I was somewhat more accustomed to the light bights thau my

companions, having experienced them before, and, consequently, was not so much affected by them, but it is only the native who can sleep through them as though he were a dweller in a more southern latitude. But the midnight sun has another side—a very black, a very bleak aud a very desolate one. From the middle of August the days shorten with great rapidity, and by the Ist of November this same sun that blazes out at you in June for twenty four honrs, hides its diminished head for twenty hours out of the twenty-four. Then come on those long arctic winter nights, when all work is suspended, and the inhabitant hibernates in his little red-painted house, playing cards, drinking brand-vine and gossiping with his neighbor, or at a village dance or merrymaking. The Swede is far from being a teetotaler; he would rather he deprivrd of any of his ordinary comforts in life than be compelled to give up his arrack punch or potato whisky These constitute the national drink, and from the toddling child to all ages of manhood and womanhood, it is drunk in excessive quantities. His round of pleasure is, however, small, and he has learned to extract out of the hard conditions of his life as much satisfaction as most persons find between the dates of their birth and death. And he does it heartily and freely, and insists that the stranger within his gates shall share it with him. I have shared his rude but generous hospitality—drunk with him and gossiped with him. He believes northern Sweden is the only land fit to live in; he cares nothing for the world beyond, is assured of two important epochs in his life—his marriage and his burial—lives happily and dies contented. He is a philosopher in his way, perhaps a more practical and rational philosophy than some of more pretentions. Barren and desolate as the country is, it has, during the summer months, a most enjoyable climate, and with its many rivers and lakes, filled with salmon and trout, and the woods with various game, from the bear to the wild fowl, it It has as many attractions for tho tourist and sportsman as any section of Europe. No one who has not experienced thetn can realize the irrepressible charm of the summer days and nights in the latitude, north, 64°. The primitive ways of the people, the unbroken solitude of the great wastes, the magnificent lakes and beautiful rivers, make up a delightful retreat to those who are weary and want rest, as well as to the more adventuresome spirits. M. The Legend Glorified. “I deem that God is not disquieted"— This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read; And blazoned so forever doth abide Within my soul the legend glorified. Though awful tcrapeats thunder overhead, I deem that God is not disquieted,— The faith that trembles somewhat yet is suro Through storm and darkness of a way secure. Bleak winters, when the naked spirit hears Tbe break of hearts, through stinging sleet of tears 1 I deem that God is not disquieted; Against all stresses am I clothed and fed. Nay, even with fixed eyes and broken breath, My feet dip down into the tides of death, Nor any friend be left, nor prayer be said, I deem that God is not disquieted. —Janies Whitcomb Riley. GEN. ROWETT'S FIRST CAPTURE. A Desperate Dash Which Resulted in Capturing Dan Rice's Circus. Chicago News. Gen. Dick Rowett has been given much credit for the part he played in the defense at Allatoona, but he complains that he was never given what was due him for tho first important capture made in the war. The story, as he told it at the time of the Soldiers’ Home dedication, last month, runs thus: He was one of the junior captains in the old Seventh Regiment of three-months men, station at the time at Mound City, 111. One evening the whistle of a steamboat was heard up the Ohio river, and word came in that it was a rebel boat bearing cavalry, which was going to disembark near there. Captain Rowett was burning to be sent on an expedition against that boat, but was surprised and pleased beyond expression when he was ordered to take command of the expedition. Crossing over to the Kentucky side he followed the river up some distance until he learned that the boat had put up into the Teennessee river, and made fast just around the first bend. Then he started across the country to save distance, and soon neared the spot where the boat was tied at the bank in a little grove. Leaving horses and everything not needed in a battle at a convenient place some distance away, the captain and his command stole on foot through the grove till they came within sight of the boat, and there on the bank were the horses, which had already been disembarked, tho ’.gh none of the soldiers were iu sight. CaDtain Rowett ordered a bait and began to take obsevations and form a plan of attack. More than once he found himself thinking of the glory with which the capture of this boat and all that rebel cavalry would cover him, and he could not keep down a joyful feeling when he thought how jealous tho senior captains would be„when they saw him bring in this important prize. Visions of promotion and highsounding praise from Washington and the country at large filled his mind and swelled his soul, but he finally managed, in spite of all, to form a plan of attack. The command was: “Boys, I don’t know the right command, but Just follow me quietly and when we reach the boat we’ll swarm aboard and take them unaware.” So they tiptoed along behind their commander part of the way and crawled the rest. When they had reached the boat they scrambled aboard, and Cam. Rowett, mounting the steps at a bound or two, burst into the cabin with a loud shout: “Surrender, every and and one of you.” But. the heroic captain was not prepared for the scene that lay before him. A dozen or more men in civilian dress and half as many women sat around a table eating supper and washing it down with champagne. “Who are you’’’ asked a gentleman who arose from bis seat at the head of the table. “I am," said Captaiu Rowett, in a somewhat milder tone, “I atn Captain Rowett, sir, of tho Seventh Illinois Volunteers.” “Well, Captain,” said the genial gentleman, “sit down and have some supper with us. lam Dan Rice, and this is my circus company. Captain Rowett did sit down aud drank a toast to the stars and 6tripes, which Dan said he had hauled down from the jackstaff of his little steamer because there were a good many people in those parts who wouldn’t patronize bis circus if he didn't.

Into the Sunshine. Come to (he sunshine bringing bloom— For the rose there's always room— Come to the sunshine bringing bloom. ***■* Into tho sunshine when you die; Into the sunshine through the sky— Beyond the sunshiue when you die! Beyond tho sunshine and the sun, Where thou, with all thv toiling dono, In that good land beyond the sun, Beyond the doubts that chill and blight, Shalt dwell in the unceasing light— Beyond the doubts that chill and blight! —Aella Ureene, Shameful Neglect. Brooklyn Eagle. “I did not see out at church last Sunday morning, "said Parson Sayitlound “No,” said Mr. Neyereo, “I got ready, when it occurred to me that like as not tho sexton hadn't got the furnace in order, an I always catch nay death of cold in a chilly room." Ten minutes later Mr. Nevergo meets Coiner, treasurer of his club. “Look here, Coiner, somebody is responsible for the beastly neglect of that club-room Sundays. 1 was down there four hours yesterday, and such another barn I never was in. Colder than Icelaud. We bad to sit with our overcoats and arctics on to keep from freezing to death. There’s got to be a change or I’ll stay homo Sundays after thi9. Or go to church." Working on the Same Old Plan. Brooklyn Eagle. “My ancestors,” said Mr. Wintbrop Oldcom* moo, the new Indian agent, “came over with the Pilgrim Fathers." “And the Pilgrim Fathers," replied Old man wbo-catches on, “came it over my ancestors. It seems that you and I are twins. iShake?" And the new agent was so pleased that he issued 400 rations to G,OOO Indians and charged the government with 11,000, aud an old sachem named “Whip sawed on bothdeals," said the ludians hadn't struck such a falling market since they sold Manhattan island {or *24.

MB. LINCOLN’S PARENTAGE. Some Popular Impressions About Ilis Father and Early Life Corrected. The Fntnre Great President Got His Moral Force from His Mother—Story of a Cousin Who Hired with “Uncle Abe.” Written for the Indianapolis Journal. In the outskirts of the pleasant little town of Charleston, 111., stands a story-and-a-half frame cottage surrounded by a few evergreen trees and other evidences of civilization. Inside, thehouse is plainly but tastefully furnished, The lady who answers your knock at the front door is gray-haired and tall. Her voice is soft and her matronly air rather attracts you. Her words come slowly, and each one is weighed before it is spoken. As she bids you take a chair ami fastens her gray eyes on you, you can hardly realize that sixty summers have passed over her head. Her long nose, firmly set jaws and high cheek tones betoken her descent from the Hank’s family, and mark her resemblance to her illustrious relative, Abraham Lincoln. She is Harriet Chapman, daughter of old Dennis Hanks, cousin of the immortal rail-splitter. Mrs. Chapmau seems yet in the prime of life, and while rather reserved as toher family history, is still willing to give the newspapers some ideas with the hope that they will correct many of the popular fallacies related of her predecessors. ‘‘My father, Dennis Hanks, you- know,” 6he states, "was Mr. Lincoln’s cousin, but I am also related to the latter in another way. My mother, Elizabeth Johnston, was his step-sister, and so we called him Uncie Abraham, a title that pleased him, because his only sister, Sarah, died without leaving any children. ‘‘Uncle Abe always thought a great deal of me,” she continued, "and in 1842 he sent for me to live with him. Up was married, and Bob was then a baby." “How long did you remain with Mr. Lincoln as a member of his family," inquired the correspondent. “Only about two years," was the reply, “and I never visited them again." The latter answer was given in such a way as to lead the interviewer to believe that she had no further desire to live under tne same roof with her Uncle Abraham's wife. The latter, she was forced to admit, was high strung and quick-tempered. “Like all warm-spirit-ed persons," she continued, “Mrs. Lincoln had her furious spells, but she soon recovered from them, and no apology tflen was too abject for her to make. Thoueh only married a short time, Uncle Abraham knew her weaknesses, and he had already begun the policy of ‘immediate surrender’ when I came to live with them. I remember, on one warm afternoon, in his shirt-sleeves, he slipped out into the hall and threw himself on the floor, his head resting on a pillow, for a nap. A knock was heard at the front door ar.d, upon answering the summons, he found two very stylish ladies of Springfield, who had called to pay their respects. He invited the callers into the parlor, remarking as they seated themselves that he would trot the women folks out in a few minutes. This last expression, overhead by Mrs. Lincoln, ?o • exasperated her that she had great difficulty in concealing her rage at all.” Her better half saw the difficulty his undignified expression had got him into’, and he at once repaired to his office down town. At supper time he wasn’t hungry enough to go home, and neither did he return until late that night. When satisfied that his spouse aud all else were buried deep in slumber, he quietly slipped in and fastened the front door softly after him. Strango action indeed for a man destined to rule millions of men! Mrs. Chapman seemed desirous to correct the false notions afloat regarding Mr. Lincoln’s father. Thomas Lincoln—that being the elder Lincoln’s name—was not so illiterate after all. He could write his name, as deeds and other papers now in existence prove, and he was a great reader of the Bible. Towards the end of his days'he spent many long hours over it. He felt his want of early advantages, and hence never traveled to Springfield, where the society his son moved in held sway, but yet he always evinced great interest in the latter’s successs, expecially when he passed from the Legislature of his own State to that ot the Nation. There are peopie who insinuate that the backwoods and plantation manners of old Thomas Lincoln are the things that barred him out of the Lincoln mansion at Springfield as long as it was presided over by a descendant of the “Todds of Lexington,” but if Mrs. Chapman thought so she never mentioned it to your correspondent. She admitted that the old gentleman, in obedience to Kentucky custom, took his dram regularly but never indulged to excess. On Christmas he invariably had his apple toddy, and we are left to inmeine how he enjoyed that festal occasion. He was six feet high, with dark hair, grey eyes and of heavy build. In size and physical features, color of hair and eyes he was much like his distinguished son. It is said that he was never profane, and that he invariably asked grace when he sat down to the table. Dennis Hanks, now in his eighty-sixth year, a cousin of the youthful Abraham, and who lived with the Lincolns, says that Abraham inherited his story telling propensity from his father, and that the latter was noted more for his apparently inexhauatable fund of yarns than anything else. Abraham's firmness and great moral conviction came entirely from his mother. She taught him that “right is right, a9 God is God,’’ and when he took his pronounced Union stand in the speech at Philadelphia, and afterward proclaimed the freedom of the slave, it was the courage and heart of Nancy Hanks that spoke to the expectant millions. Old Dennis Hanks is yet able to give a faithful description of Mrs. Lincoln. “Auot Nancy," he remarked, “was a spare made woman, a little above ordinary height. Her complexion was sandy, and she had dark brown hair aud hazel eyes. She was conscientious and a woman of deep sympathy. Abe was very much like her, and would never let us harm an animal. Some times we would do so and that would give him great pain. His mother was a good Christian. She leaned toward the Baptists in roligion, but we had few chances to attend meeting. Discussions about the Scriptures were very common. In these Abe sometimes took part—at least he was very inquisitive, especially when his mother would read the Bible to us. I remember once of his running into the house while his mother was busy weaving, and insisting on knowirg from her who was the fattier of Zebedee’s children. Even then Abe’s memory was remarkable. and as he grew older all the family disputes —I mean friendly discussions, of course—were referred to him for settlement ’’ The old gentle man, at this point in his narrative, became much affected; but presently recovering himself, began to give the correspondent in confidence some light on the early history of the Hanks family, which he requested should not be published, at least during his lifetime. In accordance with this promise, wo dismiss him and his story for the present. w.

A Cultured Article of Flirtation. Boston Home Journal. I have heard of all sorts of flirtations, but the thoroughbreds of Boston have gone the usual snap a cultured better. The science of flirting has been by them so reduced to an intellectual pursuit that it throws anagrams and all their relations quite out in the cold. It is an especially delightful pastime since the theater is its absolute field of aotion. It takes a clever fellow to start it, because he must pick out the masbee with great tact, aud it takes a girl of keen appreciation, os well as willingness to catch on. Having chosen your girl, you will be lucky if she sits in the front row of the gallery or parquet circle, if you are in your usual wet seat in the center aisle. You make sure that her escort is her brother or a disinterested party who won't tumble to it also. Tiien, when a sentence from the stage comes tbaFwijl carry a message from you to her, you give her ft tonder glance. If

she's a clever girl she sees your pretty game at once and doesn't hesitate to send you back a dispatch from her bright eyes as soon as the author and the actor will voice it for her. It's a creat sport, if you don't make a mistake in the girl, and is as intellectual as even Boston could desire. It is the real cultured article. THE WHITE TERROR OF THE ALPS, A Good Story Retold—The Destructive Avalanche of Hergoletto. Chambers’s Journal'. Perhaps the most remarkable instance of imprisonment in an avalanche occurred in the hamlet of Bergoletto. in the valley of the Upper Stura. at the foot of the Alps, near the fortress of Demonte, in Piedmont Three persons survived an incarceration of five weeka It was in the winter of 1755, when the falls of snow had been so verv heavy that there was danger that its weight would break through the roofs of the houses. On the 19th of March, therefore, some of the people tried to avoid the danger by removing the snow from their house tops. Among those so engaged were a man named Roecia, and his* son. a lad of fifteen. Tho village clergyman was at this time leavine his house for his church when he saw two avalanches descending. Calling to Roccia and his son, he returned speedly to his own dwelline. Father and son instantly fled toward the church. They had not run more than forty yards when the lad fell close behind hia father, who, turning round to assist his son, was seized with horror on seeing that his own house and the bouses of his neighbors were buried beneath an enormous pile of snow. His earthly all was swallowed up—his wife, his sister, hia children, gone! The shock overcame him and he fainted. His son soon recovered himself, and helped iiis father to the house of a friend; but he was five days before he was sufficiently restored to make any exertions in seeking his lost ones. Thirty houses were destroyed, and twen-ty-two persons were missing, among them the clergyman who gave the alarm. The snow lay over the village to a depth of more than forty feet, and extended its destruction some ninety yards in length by twenty broad. The news of tho disaster brought more than three*hundred men from the neighboring valleys. With iron rods they sought to discover whera the houses were, and then they commenced digging vigorously; but the depth of snow was s<b great (another heavy fall coming on) that they could make little or no progress, and were compelled to desist, after toiling for several days. No hope could they entertain of any one being preserved alive, and, as the warm winds were expected to set in in less than a mopth. they resolved to wait until the mass should be partly melted. On the 18th of April the men returned to their sad task. Roccia was among the most active of the workers. Though he had no hope that he should ever see any of his dear family alive, yet he labored diligently, assisted by his son And & brother-in-law. After six days they advanced 60 far that by breaking through two yards of ice they could touch the ground with a long pole. On the following day they were joined by another brother of his wife, who had been led to come and assist by a dream which he had, in which he saw his sister alive, begging of him to help her. Setting to work with new vigor, the four rescuers may their way into Roccia’s house, but it was silent and tenantless. Thinking that those they sought might have taken refuge in a stable, which stood in a sheltered position some thirty yards from thehouse, they renewed their energies in that direction. After burrowing through, the snow for some time one of them thrust a pole through an opening. On withdrawing it they heard a faint voice say: “Help, dear husband! Help, dear brother!" They now worked away with redoubled industry, and soon made a considerable opening, through which one of the brothers descened. The spot was totally dark, and he could see no one. “Any one here?" be cried. His sister answered in trembling and broken accents: “It is I, dear brother. My sis-ter-in-law and my daughter are alive, too. I I have always trusted in God that He would send me relief, and He has been graciously pleased to preserve me and deliver me." Her husband and other brother also descended; and there were joy, and tears, and thankfulness beyond expression.

The imprisoned women were too weak to move, and were shrunk almost to skeletons. With great tenderness they were removed to tha house of a friend, where they were put to bed and nursed with care and affection. The daughter recovered soonest, and the unmarrid woman was able to walk in a week or two; but Roccia’s wife, who had been in a more cramped position than the rest, was the last to regain the use of her limbs; and her eyes were ever afterward affected with dimness from being suddenly brougnt out of her prison into the light of day. We give a description of their imprisonment from the lips of Roccia’s wife. When the dire calamity befell them she was in the stable with her sister. They had gone there with some ryeflour gruel for one of the goats, which, on the evening before, had brought forth two dead kids. Roocia’s daughter and a younger son were with tho women, standing in a corner among the animals, waiting for the sound of the bell to go to church. In the stable were a donkey, six goata and half a dozen fowls. Roccia’s wife was about to leave the stable to go to her own house. Scarcely had she reached the stable door when she heard the warning voice of the minister. Looking up she saw the descending avalanche, and heard a sound as of another at some little distance. She hurried back into the stable and told her sister and her children. In a few minutes the Bnow descended upon the building, crushing in the roof and part of the ceiling. To save themselves they got into the rack and manger, the latter being under the main posts of the building, and therefore able to bear the immense pressure. They occupied, a very uncomfortable posture, crouching against the wall in a space only a little more than a yard iq breadth.. They had escaped instant death, but the mere painful and lingering death by famine seemed certainly to awaic them. They were oppressed with the thought of how they could subsist under such circumstances. The children did not lose heart; they said they had had breakfast, and could do very well until the next morning. The aunt had a few chestnuts in her pocket, and two each of theso served for their supper, with snow water as a beverage. In the bakehouse near the stable was the whole produce of yesterday’s baking. They made repeated atttempts to force their way through the snow to the bakehouse, but all in vain. There was only one resource left, and that was the goat which had recently brought forth two dead kids. This supply proved invaluable. On tha second day they felt the pangs of hunger; they divided tho remaining chestnuts among them and also a quart of goat’s milk. The third day they made another effort to get to the bakehouse, but the weight of snow was too much for them, so they gave up all hopes of help from that direction. They were, therefore, shut up to the milk of the one goat. To feed the goats was now one great object. Two of them were near the manger—the one already yielding milk; and the other, being with young, might be expected soon to do so, if they could only supply thorn with food. Over the manger where they lay was a hole into tho bay* loft; through this hide they pulled down the fodder into tho rack, and when they could no longer reach it the sagacious creatures climbed upon their shoulders and helped themselves. At the end of the first week the boy began to sink. He had complained of great pain in his stomach. Ilis motbor nursed him in her lap for a whole week, when desired to lie his length in the manger. Hi 9 hands and lips were cold, and his respiration feeble. His mother put a little milk to his lips, but he oould not take it; and then with one tender cry, “O my father!" he expired. Throughout the whole of their imprisonment they were in total darkness. For nearly three weeks the crowing of the cock enabled them to distinguish night from day, but at the end of this term chanticleer died, and his companions followed him one by one. They then literally took no note of time. The donkey and the other goats were very restless for some time, but at leugth they fell a prey to hunger and exhaustion. The milk of the first goat gradually diminished, but the kidding of the second increased the supply, and as they killed the kid, though with great reluctance, the supply held out until the day of their deliverance. The poor goat became quite a solace to them, as it was so tamo as to lick their hands and face. The poor creAture was ever afterward un object of great affection in tbo family. So We Are. Atlanta Constitution. Miss Kate Field prays that the Lord may bleu the men. This shows that Miss Kate'c opinions are traveling in the right direction. p*4 vut and we are a right nice sex, so to speak.