Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 24, Number 48, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 July 1875 — Page 2

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. THURSDAY JULY 22 1875

HELIOTROPE. From All The Year Kouud-l How strong they are. those subtle pell.That lnrk In leaves and tlower-belis, llising from i'aint perfumes ; Or mlne'Inz with some olden ßtrain, Btrifee through the music shafts of pain, Aud people tmpty rooms. They come upon ua unaware, In crowded halls and open air, And In our chamber still; A song, an odor, or a bird, Evokri the spell, and stritte the ciioid, And all our r ulses thrill. I loitered but s.n hour ago, With lagging footsteps tired ana slow. Alonz the garden walk; The Summer twilizht wrapped me round, Throngh open windows came the sound, Of Bong aud pleasa&t talt. The odor-stealinj dews lay wet And heavy on tue ininouette That crept atut the feet ; Upon the folded moy vest That clothed the ruby rose s breast, It fell 1m droppings sweet. It fell on beds of purple bloom. From whence .arose the rare perfume f dainty he lotrope; Which smote my heart with sudden power My favorite scent, my favorite flower, In oldtn days of hope ! Ab, me! the years have come and gone, üch with it melody or moan, Since tr.at sunshiny hour, When, for the sakeot hamisthat brought, A nd for the lesson sweet it taught, I chose it lor my llower. Faint-scented blossoms! long a?o Your purple clusters came to show My lif.had wider scope; They spoke of love that day to-uisht I stand apart from love's delight, And wer no heliotrope. Ft-tween to-nlht aud that far day, Lie life's bright noon and twilight gray, But I have lived through botu ; And if before my paling face Tne midnight shadows lall apace, 1 see them, nothing loth. Only to-night that faint perfume lie minds me of the lonely gloom Of life outliving hope; I wish I had been far to-night. What time thedew fell, Bilver white Upon the heliotrope! WISE AND OTHERWISE.

Newspapers in St. Louis never die they consolidate. 'l i. tnnfco steorer is no more. He is now "l ui- tiraruer'a Uuide." Excuse tLesa tears Brother Shearman Las gone to Europe. Rochester Democrat. Cornell to the other crews Any other gamethat you fellows understand? Rochester Democrat. A house wasstt on fire by fire-crackers at R)!ce, Me., and burned 4-to make a Roman holiday." The success ol the blonde burlesque shows that prodigal sons have not yet lost their taste for the fatted calf. There are fifteen lady physicians studying in Zurich University. Like the vampire, they fascinate while they draw blood. It is stated of the wrecked frigate Cumberland that thera was just enough money in the big safe to buy the jaleps for ten common drinkers. The lightning hs3 struck almost everything lately excepting the next republican candidate for governor. It couldn'; find him. Boston Post. A Pennsylvania man captured a rattlesnake and set abo it teaching 'I -ome tricks. He wa3 on the hijh road to evcces when they had to bury aim. Even Sartorls is not above tb.9 deception of paternal youth. Us says it weighs lOJj pounds, when Nollie, with all her pride, cai.'t magnify it beyond eight. The proof-reader 01 the Cincinnati Enquirer talks al ouü Tommy Shaarman'a moi de mer a delicate allusion to hi vatery I, dc-uotlcos. "lilcdo Tribune. A Pennsylvania parer says: The New J r ey editorial excursionists remaiao-1 just fiv minut- 9 in Harrisburs, but i: wis quite lou enough for toih parties. Postmaster-General Jewell works with his coat ai.d veit off thia warm weather. But there is style enough in his suspend&ra to answer most men for lull dress. It is an hourly warning on the ocean now "All those who caa't swim will please get into the rigaing. Brother Shearmjtu is about to w eep." Rochester Democrat. The Milwaukee Sentinel thinks there is conclusive proof tbat Grant never wanted a third term in the fact that he did not kill the editor ot the National republican. The zeal ol relic hunters has reached its climax. A gentleman of Jackson, Tenn., has preserved in alcohol a bed-bug which was cauht in a bed General Jackson slept in. The Cincinnati Enquirer says: "Tho Detroit Post is a- humorous as the corpse ol old John Brown." It Is also as enterprising as the statue of tLe Cardirl giant. Datroit Fiee Press. A Chinese young lady is an applicant lor a teacher's place in one of the public schools of San Francisco. She Insists that she can "snatcbee email boy bal-fleaüed alle same Melican miss." The Paris Financial Journal is written up by five editor., who send their copy from their places oi residence. In the number oi June 19 the copy of each editor was sent from a Paris prison. Brother Childs, of the Philadelphia Ledger, is said to be rusticating, but the Ledger goes right on as if nothing had happened. Gone to meet llenry W. Longfellow. Rochester Democrat. Customer I want a mourning suit. ShopmanWhat is the bereavement, may I ask? Customer My motner-ln-law. Shopman Mr. Brown, show the gentleman to the light . aiilicuon department. Bob Cook, the captain of the Yale crew says he caught the "crabs" on the first halt mile, and.il any other man than himself in the crew had done such a thing, he would have kicked him oat o! the boat. A farmer complains that a hook and ladder company has been organized in his neigbborhqod. H3 states that the ladder is U3ed after dark for climbing into the henhouse, after which the hooking is done. "I've know'd tbht mule for free yeahs, an' I don't tink dat do animile would hurt a lam, case " This blank spac Indicates where the lecture was Interrupted, and tbe speaker forwarded to the other side of the fence. At Vincennes, France, recently, during the marriage ceremony the bride's teeth fell out, which so frightened the bridegroom, a worthy tailor, that be made the sista ot the cross, rushed offlike an arrow, and has not ince been heard ol. A transcendental preacher took for M text, 'Feed my lambs." As he came out of thechnrch a plaiD old farmer said to blm, fi.: was a viry good text; but you placed the hay J-o hign iu the rack that the lambs couldn't re-iea it, nor the old sheep eithen The loyal citizen of San Francisco kicked Ah Sam, but the heathen knows how many shots make one revolver if he knows nothing else, and Ah Sam learned eribugh to make every shot tell. Killed, 0;

THE BATTLE OF BRAWN.

CORNELL'S GREAT TRIUMPH. TUE UNIVERSITY RACE AT SARATOGA. PICTURESQUE GATHERING OF CRBWS THK START STRUQOL1NO FOR THE LEAD THE CONTEST DOWN THE COURSE POOR YALE THE FINISH CORNELL'S DELIBERATE FASHIONDISPERSION OF THE CREW. Among all the New York newspaper accounts of the Saratoga regatta, the most thrilling, perhaps, is that of the World, which is well worth reproduction here: It had been still the evenest of chances whether the race could be pulled when tho last gun sounded. The steam launches that follow th shells closely as thev dare and see as mncn as thev can were running up the mid die of the course, and found water tumbling all over it. The bright and saucy flags of Cornell on Snake Hill showed every flapping inch of their white and caxnelian in the wind. The buoys were tossing every one In the sunlight, and down the two-mile linfl the tinv combers of these lake waters were breaking. It was too rough to row there, too rough anywhere except at the sheltered start; but the wind was fading minute by minute into the still heat of a July noon. Silent groups stood at the doors ol half the boat houses, and disappeared within them belore the smoke had drifted awav from the solitary field-piece and iti solitary rammer under the lee of Snake Hill. Yale's shell was still tossing on its way up to the Columbia boat-house, and the crew had just reached there. Williams and Amherst had pulled up in the earlier morning, and were waiting with Cornell and Harvard. The crews woke to getber with the gun shot. Whlte-shirted Bowdoin lengthened on the blue water, as its crew turned and loreshortened again as it swung around at the head of the course, bow on. Union, at the far head ol the lake, swung out next, a mere dot of dark red against the darker green of the lake side leafage, and dropping ieisurely to its place next Snake Ilill, waited in smooth water to begin THE FIRST PCLL down the course the crew had ever taken in it 3 new shell. Brown flecked the gray willows by her boat bouse with six dark heads, and running down to her place poised herself with lightly touching oars. Crew after crew followed Cornell from under the shadow of Snake Hill ; Dartmouth far down the lake, six dancing dots of green, and nearly the biggestand brawniest of the thirteen ; Amherst and Yale and Williams from the shelter of Cornell and Columbia and Harvard ; Harvard herself, with backs brown and lustrous as her silk headkerchiefs; Princeton, the big starboard waist. Von Lennop, pushing the raw of an inflamed boil against his oar-handle at every stroke ; particolored Columbia, with its full crew pulling in place for the first time in a week. Murphy hall-bending the stiff finger of his oar-hand; Ilamilton swung to her place, her headkerchiefs bright as Harvard's own, ana vesieyan came ast, under her pale and ineffectual laven der. By 11:1-5 the long lin9 was formed; but broke altogether, as the crews gathered around the referee's boat for instructions. It broke again by piecemeal as one captain and another started his crew for the easy p?.ddle of t practice pull and kept their thumping hearts in place by using them. Tne little Madze, with the referee, Mr. Wat son the starter, John E. Gunster and half a. dozen more, slipped back and forth behind the boats and before them. Delays In creased. Row-boat3 insanely planted them selves in the way and were duly warned off Once everything was ready; the Madge I swung around, bow on the long line, and ktarted the boats, to call them promptly back with three sharp, shrill whistles. landless explanations followed, questions and an swer?, pleas against delay ana protests against rough water, '.that matter was last f-ettling itself as the wind died away to the faintest ot breezes. The bother was all over at ,a-.t. The Madge made her last run shuttlewise across the line of boats, and rounding waited to follow the swift race. Gunster, big and blue-flannelled, stepped to the bow with the reteree. Tne thirteen shells hung still and steady at their moonng-boats. The HOT AND TERRIBE MINUTES oi a great race drew closer to shells and crews. The swaying lines of men beut, gripped their oars and waited by sixes. The start came. The bending sun-browned statues of one second woke In the next 12b. 05m. 45s. it was to the thrill and life, the swing and stride of their magnificent calling. Light flashed lrom end to end of the long line as the oars moved; flashed again as the wet wood turned, and 7S backs, bare and brown or white and shirted, bent in the first stroke of the great race of 1S75. Swirls ot ioaming water for a thousand feet, thirty odd pairs ol creaking outriggers, a forest of sweeping ash and straining cedar, and the boats are off 13 throbbing machines, welded with months of infinite care out of Iron and wood and muscle. It was a fair start. It was neither a good start nor an even one. At the last critical moment some crews failed to get clearly the routine of. starting notablv Brown and lost some precious seconds thereby. And Yale, unlucky from start to finish, found her fctroKe failing her at the very start from anxious care and sleepless nights and overwork. The f first hundred strokes weje not over before Cook checked his boat with something dangerously like a crab, and he repeated the blunder before fifty strokes were over. For the rest ol the race Yale pulled with a ttroke worn out in her s rv'ce. As for the rest, the long glancing line of swinging oars and swaying men was even for a length, barely even for another, and then Harvard, gallant Hervard, her i rimson caps rising sni falling faster than most, bat slower than in any Harvard start before a bare thirty-six to the minute went to the front. The line wavered again and broke, broke from end to end, with Harvard and Cornell pulling at the end of a ragged crescent, Wesleyan pumping the liie out of six good men with a hot forty-five, Amherst close behind at foxty. Brown, of Brawn, gallantly springing to his oars to make good bis blunder. Union and Hamilton already left to fight out their quarrel alone, out ol the race from tbe start to the finish. Right in the middle ot the crescent, bulging its inner edge THREE BIG CREWS Dartmouth and Princeton and Bowdoin are fighting the first of the triangular duels into which the race is last resolving itself. Yale, left behind In the scurry and rush of tbe start, is pulling an unnoticed 32, last forcing her up from the rear. At the other end Amherst forges ahead, past whlte-shirted Bowdoin and her fatal and futile arm-and-arm push and thrust. Tbe thin carving i rmcent coes to pieces in the waving and unonrtaln line of a Door start. The crews n together again the wings leading, leading ever so little, but still leading. One line of buoys is passed, and then another. S wimming heads and thumping heatta gl 3 -calmer. The race is fairly started. A fast diminishing perspectiveol spars and guidons opens behind each bow oar. The crews settle to steady work. Cornell breezy and fresh on the end of the line, goes back to 34 to the minute. Williams, beyond her, pulling hard all, presses the unknown winnner. Brown has made good its loss, larrei Yale ad passed her.

Princeton's big men are swinging to their work and fast finding it useless. The breeze was gone. The bright flags lazily opened and srjowed the boats "1." Half a mile over and no unmistakable winner in the zig-zag line. Hall a mile, and every bow oar is out of the nameless funk ot tbe day belore. Hall a mile, and every stroke but three can yet see his neighbor boat on either band. The fate of tbe race still hangs on every plash ot tbe sounding oars. In the referee's steamer hard behind the centre ol the line, witb Wesleyan in the front. Union Just dropping astcrn'and Bowdoin abeam, it is easy to see that Harvard gallantly holds what she gallantly won, that Dartmouth has fought her way out from her stalwart neighbor, Princeton, and is passing her skilled companion, Yale, and with the knotted muscles .of twelve great arms, is wrestling lor the Becond place with far-o IT Cornell, pulling an easy and untroubled third. Closer, with lithe and charming oarsmanship, Columbia's blue and white is breaking the level line. Hanging ON THE OUTER FLANKS of Dartmouth and Columbia are Yale and Brown, tbe last leading. Only one thing the heady rush on this last halt mile has proved. Yale has lost. Cook's springy back is limp and strengthles9. The first flurry over, be is pulling the faultless form of five years' rowing, pulling it gallantly and well, bat he is doing it with the useless muscles and nerveless push of a man gone utterly stale. He is neither yielding nor wavering, all that he has he is putting into this last effort, his last great race. If sheer will and sharp determination will do it, he will still be stroke of a winning crew. But the man is past all tbat. Yale pulls on, pulls quickly and steadily, pulls with a stroke nearer killing himself than any man on this little lake, but for two miles to come Yale carries weight on the aft seat. As for the rest, Amherst la pressing and passirg Williams at a steady thirty-six, Wesleyan, working with infinite labor, leaves Princeton a item. The fluttering flags fly by; an eighth, a quarter, another eighth, the first mile is all but over, and the lace is still anybody's race, when (Mroin on the flank of this formless leaderless line, shouts to his men and they soring with him to a ready thirty-seven. There is no haste and no hurry, no oar plashes, and lrom bow to stern the six men are swinging as no other six on this lake are swinging. It is not a magnificent spurt, it

is not a great achievement, cornea crosses the mile line first easier than any boat ol the twelve, beside is holding his own won place. Harvard, 800 leetaway, pulls an unconscious second. Columoia and Dartmouth, with tbe empty lanes of Wesleyan and Princeton between tbem, are a hot third and fourth, savagely spurting, and Brown still leads Yale and all between with Amherst's purple capped bow crowding her closer and closer by virtue ol Weeden's straight stoering. The race is one-third over; the racing has not begun. Cornell pulls on an easy first, and Harvard grows minute by minute a worse second. Here and now she loses the race. Cook rouses himself and calls on his crew. It is a fiveoared crew, but it slips WesleyaD, it laps Brown and passes her, it comes storming down between Dtrtmouth and Hirvard. BrownelPs back goes out of sight ol Otis for the first time in this race, it is no time lor FORCINO TnE PACE or crowding men barely in breath from the hot half mile in which the first place was won. But tbe pace is forc.d, the men are crowded, the stroke does go up paet the forties Yale at the heels of the flyiug crew. Down the two crews go, neck and neck, fighting out tbe long feud in five plow minutes. A watch on shore" makes tbe time ot this terrible mile 5ai. 7s. One long spurt ic was from tt -g to flag and lrom end to end. Yale never passsd Ilnrvard. The switt, sweeping strokes of that crimson-capped crew drove the Howard boat along iusi out of reach of Yale and of success. A waiting race there mitrht have left Harvard with push :u d swing for the last mile, but this headlong pace made her every second not a worse but a hopeless second. Yale had her revenge and dropped sstern a good fifth, with Wesleyan on her port quarter. Yale and Harvard's wasteful pulling was not the only wasteful work of tbe mile. In its first hall Eager called to Darmouth and sprang lor Columbia, and Goodwin answered with a Bwift gather and rush tbat put both boats abreast of the duel on their right. All the changes of the race came with the race half over. Cornell was pulling easily to one side, first in a field broken into pairs, Hamilton an-J Union in the rear; Harvard and Yale, with an empty course between them, swung along a thousand feet away, steadily closing the gap between themselves, but cutting oil no whit of tbe space up to the leading boat. In ne dense group at the centre, Columbia and Dartmouth lapping Harvard on the bow and lapped astern by Yale in her heady light. Wesleyan rallied her vicious stroke with vicious determination and crowded Brown, who in the swift pulling of the swift minutes caught a crab and fell as;ern, past Wesleyan on one side aud Bowdoin on the other, clear back to Princeton from a good tifih to a bad tenth in the swing a single stroke, so close packed was THIS CENTRAL CLUSTER of crews. With the race fully hall gone, Wesleyan was left sixth and Yale fifth, both ofthebest, and Brown, of Brown, set his back again to retrieve a needless blunder. As for the other duels into which the race hid broken, they lasted on from one hall mile to another, and the seven leading boats swept up to the flags ol the fourth half mile with Cornell riding alone in the van and behind Harvard, Columbia and Dartmouth in one group, close lapping, any boat a good second, and each a possible winner 11 only it had the men and tbe pulling to shake loose from the crowd and try issues with the solitary swift boat on the far left. Dartmouth, Columbia, Harvard Columbia, Harvard, Dartmouth Harvard, Dartmouth, Columbia how they crossed and who led no man in the referee's boat knows. Over the line they went together neck and neck, Columbia swift and swinging. Harvard jumping ' to her stroke with the old Harvard rush, and Dartmouth, freihestof all, not using her ttrengtn,hus band.ng it too long, lull long enough to lose ber final chance. Following close on these three boats, lapping their leaders, was another rushing group. Ve9leyan in tbe middle, witb her bow on Yale's rudder and her radder hard by Brown's bow little to spare Id any case and all three boats crossing the mile lapping. For a half mile Prince ton had steadily fallen. One last spurt ehe made, when Brown's plunder gave her hope of another place, and bending to his work Von Lennep pressed his bleeding finger against his loom over and over again, till, In the exquisite anguish of an inflimed boil, he fainted and dropped limp and inert in the boat. Parmly caught him, and tbe boat dropped yards behind out ot the race, while the young giant slowly cane back to consciousness. Barely twenty seconds, perhaps thirty, bridged the space from leader to the last of the led as THE LAST MILE of the race opened. The racing was over. Yale had done its best and failed. Harvard had no more than it could do. Columbia drew ahead with Dartmouth at her heels, and Wesleyan close behind Amherst had kept her place for a mile at a long thirtyfour, and added six or so to the stroke In one last pull lor position. Inch by inch the strained and leakirjg shell crowded

Brown and Brown answered. Side by side the two boats went with outriggers straining und oars leaping in the hardest, handsomest spurt of the day for place and not for the race. In less than five minutes the

.race would be over. Endurance and speed were needed and used to the lass ounce on the stretcher and tbe quickest of strokes on the water, and the hard struggle settled to the closest risk of a bursting bloodvessel or a fainting man. Minute af.er minute tbe boats hung side by side, and Amherst passed at last to find a fainting stroke in her boat when the race was over. Two miles the crews had pulled in silence. From end to end of the long line tbe creaking outrigger, the leaping oars, the rushing water of tne great race, filled the air w ith its only sound. Up from the grand stand came a fitful cheer, and from tbe hillside beyond victorious Cornell a 1 3 m louaer one. ine crews swept on nearer and nearer to tbe line, and the sounds of their strife went out under a great rush of cheers and shouts from the stand. Tne hnish had began. Now, of all this which has been unrolling itself before the eves of stearaboatmen there is precious little token to half the college men at the grand stand, who foretro seeing the race, partly of neces sity ana partly to see tue finish. And tbls finish, alter all, which turns 10,000 peaceable persons into mad enthusiasts, has MORE OF HUMAN INTEREST ia it to the non-colledate mind than tbe pluckiest of interminal contests among the thirteen crews, or any of them. Bttween the halt mile and the mile we thousan-ls then, catch sight for the first time of the glance from the line or oars that bears down upon us. Just a row of plashes and nothing more, and hardly enough of tht, with the sunlight on the wind luflled water dazzlh:g us, to count the time of any stroke were wo cool enough to go to counting. Click go the telegraph boards aain, and the "rah"ingthat Harvard had been doing out of hope comes up again of knowledge and with hearty good cheer, for "12" is the leading boat. Dartmouth, good crew, is next, then Cornell (mid the New York faces lengthen), then Piinceton, then Wesleyan. To be sure, it turns out that this signalicg was all wrong, but tbat has nothing to do with the enthusiasm. And so, wrong side up, but witb Cornell generally, prominent, the signals come till, just before they reach tbe two and a ball mile line, the crew themselves, lengthening black spots, come into sieht. So now we have it. Cornell has got a Jead and i3 going to keep it, that being the way she has. Harvard, gresn-capoed Dartmouth and Columbia are close behind, and there are two crews hanging upon them and pounding away at the water gallantly but vainly. And that is about all we can see, and it is all we care to see. The men at the upper end ol the grand stand have left it en masse, and are screaming and running d'iwii the shore. There is no time and no breath for special shouting cf college cries. Tfc 2 -II ' t ib ia an oue groai roar oi voices contending and striving, and one great jumblo of ha's and handkerchiefs and ribbons and frantic arms waving the whole world gone mad. Over on the opposite share they are behav ing in the same fashion to the utmost of their limited abilities, considering that tbe crew which is going to win is on our side ol the watt r. Going to win, of course! How can she help it, with us THOUSANDS YELLINQ STRAIGHT AT HER, and at nobody else? Still we do look a little r.nxiously at Harvard, tried in battles, always rowing a good if a losing race; always expected.of late years, to summon up at some critical time a great reserve of force, and to work victory out in the very jaws of defeatalways expectod to do it and never doing it. But then she is so far off iost now; almost at tho other shore, and out of the easy reach of sympathy or ?aith. And there is Columbia .'.hit way over another New York crew. Si,e will take care cf Harvard apparently, a- d though they have been neck and neck l-r a quarter ol a mile is gaining, gaining with every stroke, by inches though und yet by inches. Now the leading crews lie in three groups. Cornell, here she is under our noses; the darling is alone, aud by more than three full boat leegtbs is master oi these waters, beyond danger from aay rival unless Celumbia has a terriffic burst left in her. The duel of Columbia and Harvard, and the slow, sure deieat of the crimson, is all there is to tbe next group, and in tnat struggle, depending on so slight a thread, the two contestants lie with 600 lest of water between them. In these 600 feet, and hardly bac enough for clear water to show between her bow and Harvard's stern i-i Dartmouth with Wesleyan and Yal hanging on her right and lelt flank. All tne elasticity in this group is with Dartmouth, and her men swing away goodnaturedly and easily, so tbat it seems a pity a little more had not been got lrom her lurthsr tack. She is fresh and comfortable, as no Dartmouth crew has ever been at a finish betöre, and should have been up fighting at least with Columbia the battle that tired Harvard cm not sustain. As it is she keeps easily ahead-ot Wesleyan, whose force has doparted and has no iears of un lucky Yale. Alas. Yale, disappointing her friends and backers so utterly, and yet so gallantly pounding on In an utterly hopeless contest, holding out under difficulties that must have sorely tried every soul in the boat, and bound to win a place with her starboard oar3 and her rudder alone. It is easy to pity her, bnt it needs a Yale man to understand what A LOAD OF DISAPPOINTMENT the boat is carrying, thus lamely to fight for eixth place after six months' well-grounded hope for first place, and to have discovered, to have dreamed of this weakness first scarcely ten minutes ago. But the race to the winner. Cornell, into whose shell as it sweeps long under the grand stand you could almost cast a stone, is laughing at twelve crews and showing them her heels. To be sure she was expected to' do something of that sort, bat not so easily or with, such confounded coolness. Harvard's unlucky pumping and Dartmouth's laziness are responsible perhaps for the extreme ease and comfortable calmness of her appearance here a steady three lengths ahead. There is not enough left in any crew, unless it be Dartmouth, to disturb her equanimity. Columbia is shaking off Harvard little by little, but that is all she will do. And yet with all her exquisite seir-satisfaction it i a pretty pace Cornell is making. She palls thirty-eight, tbe fastest she has rowed - yet to-day II it was not for the roaring ashore the race would be most comfortably over in about half a minute. As it is we have been making so mach noise that now oar blood is np and we hotly shout, to the satisfied New York crew, and urge them on with all the force that worn lungs allow and fast escaping breath has left us. There is littleof tho surprise that last year's race brought to help the intensity of excitement. There is nothing now in tbe water so fine as the finish of yesterday's Freshman race, but, here we all are swinging and counting. "Down! back! down! back! down! back! with our heads and arms keeping np the ryhtm and our tired and panting voices letting out the last noise we havo in conjoint clamor just at the "rise and fall of tbe oars. A little more, oars in, oars out, in, out, why, what in creation is that crew doing? stopping, by all that is cool, within a rod of the finish ! There go her oars falling to rest with the iron out o! her arms and tbe crew apparently getting READY TO LOOK ABOUT at the rest of the race. A pretty way this to spoil the fever of a finish, and a rather1

with Columbia for evidently thought they were done, but a sharp "Pull, Cornell; what are you doincr!" lrom nnnhrjir the referee's boat, wakes them up to one mure aip oi me oars, and, amid a mighty snouting irom the 6hore over the finish goes the boat's nose, and the University liace ol . . " wun aiier a particularly cool and u..io joauiuu. neu, we snout some more, oi course. The reservoir of noise is endless, and now that the strain is off. the accented yells are yelled. Columbia's long spelling cry greets the second crew, and then alt the rest of the colleees that have particular noises of their own make them. iAcepi xaie. she turns out from the eiauu a rrry quiet and sober set of men. The rest crowd the shore ueiow tne finish to the very water's eage ana even beyond it. How thev veil How they clamor at tbe leading crews to "-""w tne snore ana oe nugged and oth erwise gieeiully received. Cornell pulls up itu Hume uesikHkion ana utnivers lieeifover 10 me mob. There has been within the inst iew minutes a marvelous increase of cornea badges in this neighborhood, and many a red and white man is turned away disappointed, because without him there are enough to hoist the dripping, half naked f-ix up into the air, and to carry them scrambling and stumbling in triumph up mo wtoui mo graca stana ior inspection and adoration by the ladies. Tbe row lasts about ten minutes, tbe cream ot the day to ine spectators at least. The steamboats which accompanied the race turned in op poMtetbe judges's stand, and most of the crews gathered around them. Bowdoin. however, pulled up for her quarters almost immediately. Princeton did not come into eight at all, and nobody learned of Van Ln nep s laint till two hours alter. The referee, alter some chatting with tbe crews, was pulled up to the signal stand, and thence auncunced the result of the race. A FORECASTLE YARN. MUTINY ON THE HIGH SEAS. JACK'S TRIBUTE TO DISCIPLINE A STORY OF ititi emr KISSEL. GLOVER THE CREW IN POSSESSION RUBBINO THE SKIPPER'S BALD HEAD WITH 800T HOW IT ALL ENDED. Whether this tale is genuine or evolved from the inner consciousness of a World reporter, it is amazingly life-like, and If not true, all that can be said is tbat it ought to be: "It were in the ship Kussel Glover, sir, when an old man of the name 6f Smith had her, and the mate's name were Lewis, I wern't into her at the time, but a chap oi the name of Jack Adams, as I was shipmate with afterwards, into the bark Tarolinta, Captain Carr, he spun me the yarn, and he were into her, and she were bound from San Francisco to Calcutta in the year 1851. She had 16 men afore the mast, and they was to have $300 apiece 'by the run,' and no a j van co. This here Jack Adams what told me this, were a hard chap, and there were two or three more like him, and they put the devil into the rest. If the officers had a turnod to and a pitched in and whaled Jack and one or two others, which they might easy have done, they would have had no trouble with the rest, but I suppose Jack and the other bad ones kind of felt of the mate on the first day and found him a little soft, and bo encouraged them to eo on. You see, sir, I as are a sailor man purhaps, don't ought for to say anythin' agin 'em as a clas, but truth is the truth, no matter who speaks it, and a sailorman has got for to be governed, else he'll go wrong. You see, sir, they gits used to it lrom their boyhood up, and they can't git along without it, and officers ol ships has got for to be saddled and bridled, or else bDoted and spurred.' They has either got to ride, or else play the jackals and be ridden. Almost all mutinies aboard of ships comes on by degrees, and is the fault of otficers bein' too easy and not checkin' it at the first when it could be checked, and it goes on till the men gits the upper hand, and there's 'the devil to piy and no pitch ho,' NoboJy rtever heerd of no mutiny with 'Bully' Waterman, or Beerslev, of McCerren, or sich men as these. Of sailors lein' poundpd you did hearand fre quent, but never no munity. bailors een erally begins on tbe first day out, tbat is tbe bad ones thre aint generally more than one or two in a ship's company and they spiles tbe rest and one of them maybe will come up onto the lorecastle when they are gittin' under weigh, with his pipe in his mouth. Well, if the mate list fetches him a wipe and knocks the plpo half way down his throat, that ginerally settles the matter, and this here man don't cut up ruty any more; butil this is -passed over there will ship afore surely be trouble aboard ol that the v'vaga is out. This here chap will likely feel of THE OLD MAN next. Probably he'll go aft ca the weather side to relieve the wheel. If the old man fetches him one alongside of the head aud knocks him into the lee scuppers, perlitely inau'rin' if he don't know as there's two sides to tbat chip, it's likely that '11 put an end to trouble, but it tbe old man takes this, he ll have for to take more afore long. Well , sir, aboard of this here Kussell U.iover there were this Jack Adams and two or three more hard characters as had been to the mines, and then knocked about along shore in can Francisco for a year or more, and had got worse by that ex'perience than they bad ever been, and they, begin right, away with tbe mate, a singin' at him and in various ways a leelin' of him for to see how far they could go, end as he seemed to take it easy they tells him raxt day when he goes for to turn 'em to that they was shipped by the "ran," and that they wasn't agoin' for to do anythin' but work ship, steer ship, pump ship and heave tbe lead it required; but as for pattin' on chatin geer, or doin' any general work, that they wasn't agoin' for to do. Well, here were the chance; if tbe mate had a pitched In then it's likely they would have only had to haye whaled one or two and the rest would have giv' in. But instead of that he goes aft and reports to the old man, and the old man he comes out and calls all hands fttt, and he tells 'em if they don't go to work be won't pay 'em their money when they gits across, and then some of the sea la Mayers they tells him they'd take the risk of that, they'd only do what they shipped to do "by the" run" and he'd have to pay ein. Well, sir, he lets 'em go for'ard, . and all that day and the next they done nothin' and of course the devil gut full possession of 'era. Well, tbey talks over the matter by themselves, and some of 'em they begins to get skeary about their $303 when the ship got in, and tbey came to the conclusion as how they'd have their money then and there, and so they goes aft in a body and tells the old man as bow tbey wanted their wages, and if he didn't give it to 'em not another stroke of werk would they do of any kind, neither to steer, nor pump, nor shorten sail, nor notbin' and tbey insinuates that it be don't give It to 'em peaceable they'll jist take it. Well, the old man by this time was jist frightened of 'em. lie had tbe money aboard of tbe ship, and some more for expenses in Calcutta, and he was a feared they'd take the whoie, and maybe kill him as well, so he tells 'em tbat he aint got money enough lor to pay 'em the whole, but HE'D GIVE 'EM HALF, and a due bill for the other hall; so they finally agrees to that, and he gives em f 150 apiece and a due bill for f 150, payable when the ship gits to Calcutta. Arter this thing's went on fox a week, the men bavin' pretty

dangerous trick to try a second crew. They

much charge of the shi, saasin' the officers and doin' jist what tbey liked. WelT, the Ship had laid in San Frauois.-o about Mx months, and then soin' down into hot weather the riggin' got al! ttrerched c ut and needed settin' up, and the mate he go-s for'ard and tries lor to git the men for to turn to and st t up the riggin', and they tells him they'll see him first, and bein' pretty lippv, at last he gits mad, and he doe what he'd ought to have done long afore, he shows tight. But you 899, tsir, he were too late; he had allowed the crew to git the upper hand, and when once they do they can generally keep it. Then this i.ere mate ought for to have been prepared for the fight, and had bis second mate ready to jump in, and mayhap the cook and steward, and the old man handy with his shooting irons. Instead of this he went In alone, and of course the crew piled on to him and beat him badly. Well, then the old man comes a runnin' for'arJon top of tie house wita his revolver, and he fires tbe whole six shots over the heads of the crew; be said arterwards he done it a purpose to frighten 'em, and he was afeared that he might hit the mat it be fired into the crowd, and so be tired over their heads, and when tbey seen his pistol were empty a conple of 'em jumped up on to the house and captured him. And now they had lull charge of the ship, and a chap by the name of Bill Johnson, one ol the worst of tbe lot, he took charge, and allowed that he were the captain, and he made Jack Adams, him as spun me the yarn, chief mate, and a little Welch chap, named Jone; second mate. They didn't hurt the old man, but they put him and tbe mate and tbe second mate into tbe lorecastle and put a guard over 'em, and then all bauds went alt and took possession of that end of the ship. The ship were a runnin' across the Pacific afore tbe northeast trade wind, and there were little sail trimmin' required. The carpenter they left loose, with tha undersUtdin' that if he didn't do jist what they wanted him to they would HEAVE HIM OVERBOARD. The cook and steward was frightened half out of their wits, and jist obeyed orders. Very luckily there wern't much grog aboard, for if there had been there is no knowing what thesa chaps might have done, but there wern't only about a gallon and that were gone in no time, and were hardly enough lor to make the crowd boczy. While they had the rum in 'em, however, they tormented the old man above a bit. He were a baldheaded old chap, and they mixed tome slush with the soot out of tbe cook's funnel, and rubbed his bald pate with that, tellin' him it would make his hair grow, and there was many other indignities they put upon him, some of 'em, like Pat's dream, 'too bad

to be told.' Tbe other officers also come in for their share of abuse, and the mate were badly hurt with the poundin' thev had eiv' him. 'We aint made our minds yet,' says this Johnson to the old man. arter he'd bad charge about a day. . 'We aint made up our minds whether we'll make you walk the plank or hang you at the yard arm : but one thing or the other you'll have to do.' And that were bis idea from the first, to put the old man and mate j out of the way, and then to go off to some cf the islards where there weren't nothin' but nativep, and spend the rest of their lives there, destroyin' the ship. If there had been rum enough aboard this might have been done, but what there was soon died out of 'em and then some of 'em begin lor to think that mutiny were bad enough without addin' murder to It. This bere Johnson were already a beginnin' to draw a pretty taut rein over 'em, and bad turned 'em all out of the cabin, assertin' that that part of thejhip were for him aud his mates, nd they thoucht as how he had found more money and appropriated it to himself. He hadn't, however, tor tbe old man had sewed it into THE MIDDLE OP HIS MATTRESS, and they never thought to look there. Things went on this way for about a week, tbe new skipper a growin' more domineerin every day and not besitatin' to use bis fists neither when anybody didn't go exactly to suit him, and finally him and his mate fell out and had a regular rough and tumble fight, in which Jack Adams, him as spun mo this yarn, got the worst of it. That settled this Johnson's hash at once. Jack, said as how he'd been athinkln' for sometime of some way of gettin' out of the scrape they was in, and so tbe night arter he had this row he goes for'ard and be tells the old man tbat If he will take a solemn oath on the Holy Bible not to prosecute the crew for what they bad done they'll put him back agin in command and will obey his orders to the end of thev'yage. Well, he were glad enough for to do this you may be sure, and so Jack then spoke to the rest ot the men and they was gUa enough for to agree to this, and they goes aft and overpowers this here Johnson as he was a sleepin' and they puts him in irons and gives the old skipper full charge agin. From this time out, Jack said things went along well enough. Ot course the crew didn't do nothin', except jist what were neces sary, but they was civil, and there weren't no further trouble. After tbe pilot come on board in the Hoogly, tbe skipper let this Johnson out oi irons, un his promisin' to behave, and the crew left the ship when she got to Calcutta, and went ashore jist as if nothin' had happened. The old man didn't care to nave it know'd that he'd been a prisoner in his own forecastle and had his head anointed with slush and soot, and tbe men didn't carefor to peach, for fear of prosecution for mutiny. When they presented their due bills to the consignee, payment was refused. Jack says they went to a lawyer, and he, arter hearin' their story, advised them for to say nothin' about it, and to thank God tbat they got off as well as they did. They took his advice, and nobody in Calcutta ever know'd anything about it; and it were not till years arterwards that Jack Adams tcld it to me." Albert Rhodes, in his book about the French, says that when at forty tbe English woman has become heavy necked and frowsy, and the American society belle pale, dried up and withered, the French woman glides Into an embonpoint with an unwtinkl6dface and good complexion. He attributes this to the extremes of American life, its fastness and its asceticism, both of which are unfavorable to a healthy growth, and laments that, with all ber knowledge and intellectual activity, tbe American . woman lacks that which made the Greeks what tbey were and tbe French what tbey are organic cultivation. Col. Forney has seat Col Etting, one of the managers ot the centennial exhibition three notable historic curiosities and relic of the past, which will be regarded as objec a of peculiar interest to our national museum. They are, nrst, a photograph ot a portion ot the Doomsday Book, containing descriptions ot the landholders ot Berkshire county 800 years ago ; second, a copy of tbe great seal of Britain, with tbe bead of the present queer?, and third, an original portrait of Chanes II., the property of Mr. Thompson, United States consul at Southampton. The little Hartford girl that gave utterance to the following idea was puzzlirrg her mind with a problem that has bothered tha world for ages. She was reproved for some childish act, and seating herself on tbe floor at her mother's feet reflected for a long time and then looking np said: "Ma! why is it that naughty things are so nice?"

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