Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 25, Number 8, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 October 1875 — Page 6

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL THURSDAY. OCTOBER 14 1875

SISTER AND LOVER. BY F. W. BOURDILLION,

IFrom llarper'a for October Look not. linger not. If you see My love in the wood is waiting for me; He will stand by the stem of the oak tree old, Where first his love in my ear he told." She charged me thus, and I gave my word--Listen! was that his footstep stirred?--Yet I fain would see but his figure dim, For I know she will crave for news of him. "Look not, linger not, if perchance He should turn to you a curious glance; For in the twilight of thickest pine He will think any maiden form is mine." Before he saw me I promised to fleeLook, he is standing beneath tree;Bat would she be glad if I came away With naught of hter love's fair face to say? "Look not, linger not if he spy And chase you, speedyof foot and eye; For when you turn from the shade of the trees, He will grieve that it be not my face he sees." And haply now is the ttime to flee;See, he has turned and is coming to me! Bat now, if he caught me with flushed cheeks red, Twould seem as for bashful love I fled. "Look not, linger not, if he haste And catch and question you on the waste; For little to talk with you cares he, But to ask how long he must wait for me." "When he sees not her he will turn away; But perhaps some message he as to say; And if he be eager to ask of her Cruel 'twould be ere he come to stir. "Look not, loinger not, if he gaze Into your eyes with his bright eyes "blaze: He will only seek in their luster clear "The look of the sister's eyes more dear." But not he has set his hands in mineHow bright iu my eyes his brown eyes shine! .But l cau not gave in their depths; they seem With more than questioning love to gleam. ' 'Look not, linger not. If he seek To know of your life from week to week; For he only cares of you this to know, Where with your sister, and when, you go." I can not go, for he holds my hand. His clasp is hot as a burning brand; His voice is low, and I scarce can hear What it is that he whispers in my ear. "Look not, linger not, if he speak Of his heart with love that's ready to break; It is but a message that he would send To his own dear love by a trusty friend." "I love you, dearest," he murmurs low. He does not say, "Tell your sister so." But if his message be for her ear, I must stay the end of his tale to hear. Look not, linger not, if he clasp Your waist with a tender, loving grasp: It is but as he should say, "Like this, Give your sister from me a kiss." How can I flee so closely pressed?How sweet is is in his arms to rest!How can I turn me away, or speak. While his kisses shower on my lips and cheek? "Look not linger not, if he say, Cruel you are to hurry away; For when his sun is hid from his sight, You may seem as the moon to reflect say light." But in vain I cry to him, "Let me go!"How sweet to be held in his strong arms so! And in vain I struttle and strive to speak, "Those kisses should be for my sister's cheek." Look not, linger not, haste again, That his words may comfort my waiting pain; And the world shall know by me and you That the trustiest friend is a sister true." But he says, "Oh, your sister fair maybe. But you, love, are all the world to me. If he love me so am I faithless-nay; If he love not her-yet a while to stay? ABOUT WOMEN. Spanish women are great S'noras. Cornell's Freshman class contains fifteen ladies. San Francisco has 352 unmarried female teachers. Miss Maitineau has nearly completed her memories. It is said there are nearly a million mere women than men in Germany. For evening dresses a great deal of white muslin trimming is in vogue, on pale silk dresses. Underskirts are now made with a belt in front, and a drawing string at the back, and no placket. The long guaze veils worn during the summer will be used on the felt hats only for traveling purposes. An American girl won the gold medal at the recent examiniation at the College of Brazil, Rio de Janerio. It has been ascertained by the anthropologists that, as a rule, women now-a-days become gray earlier than men. The emperor of Japan has decided on the erection of a college for young girls who wish to devote themselves to teaching. English prints, in broken checks and dark colors, are very fine this season, and are sold at eighty cents per yard. They are one yard wide. Very broad braids which are used upon jackets, down the sides and across the front of dresses, are expensive, costing from three to five dollars per yard. The new traveling shawl hang bordes which consists of a broad band of a ligher shade of the colors of the shawl, which are olive and myrtle greens, browns, and dark blues. The factory women of England have inaugurated a movement in favor of the appointment of female overseers in factories, and against legislative restriction upon the the labor or women. Of the new dress fabrics most to be worn the coming winter, will be soft finished silks in reversible and armure patterns, diagonals, cashmere, serge, tartan cloth, merinoes, and English twilled flannels. Mount Holyoke Seminary has supplied 115 wives for foreign missionaries, the last two graduating classes furnishing 18. They usually go abroad first a teacher, and are speedily married by the missionaries. The emperor and emperess of Russia wear pretty good clothes. The latter has a red velvet mantle, lined with 228 sable skins, and valued at about $26,000. The emperor has a coat of blue for skin, worth $24,000. There is very little that is new in the form of bodices, the cuirass and basque being universally adopted; but in trimming the back of a bodice there is an innovation. At peresent it is the fashiong to make them as fantastic as possible. A Japanese girl in school at Georgetown D. C. writes home: "In a few things the Japanese onght to change. In the manufacture of such things as scissors the Americans excel us." She has mastered the problems of civilization already. The house of Mlle. De Beaupre, the first woman in France who had the courage to go upon the stage, was recently destroyed. The first appearance of Mlle. De Beaupre was in the year 1675-feminine roles having until that time been filled by men and boys. Miss Edmonia Lewis, the colored sculp tress, is in St. Paul. She will soon have on exhibition and offer for sale there six or eight pieces of her statuary. Citizens of good taste and good fortune are invited by the local prints to step up and purchase. A young lady in Minnesota boasts of having ten grown-up brothers to watch over her; but a Norristown girl prefers to have only one brother to watch over her-pro-

vided be is the brother of some other girl.Norrlstown Herald. The long outside cloak as an independent

garment will be seen, but with the prevailing style of narrow skirts and close fitting drapery they do not look as well a when expanded skirts were in style, and will be used mostly for carriage or traveling wear. Miss Peabody, the pioneer of the kindergarten system in this country, proposes to go to Philadelphia this fall and organize a kindergarten class of little orphans for exhibition in the Centennial exhibition. The object is to show the methods and benefits of the system. An astonishing thing has happened to Thomas Fielding, of Cambridge, Mass. He went home, and, as has been his custom, began to whip his wife. Instead of qnletly submitting to abase, as she had previously done, she pounded him with a stove-cover, injuring him so that he will die of the wounds. A St. Paul mother recently took her15-year-old daughter to a party as a special favor-not that she intended the child should "come out" for some time yet. That parent was rather astonished to find that the 'little girl" knew nearly every society man about town, understood the figures of the "German" and could talk like a magpie. Felt hats, trimmed with velvet and lophophore feathers are favorites among the fall styles. In the felt hats there is a reduction rather than an increase of style. The crowns are lower and more oval, and the brims are straight rather than rolling. Felt is now as fine, and nearly as soft as velvet, and bleached to all the fashionable shades. A custom which the French women will not adopt, but which the Russian ladies affect, is that of communicating in white dresses. Working women in the empire of the Czar attend the communion service in black dresses and white veils, but for the richer classes, the most magnificent white toilets are prepared for these religious ceremonies. The third Woman's Congress will be held this year at Syracuse the second week in October. Maria Mitchell, the well-known astronomer and professor of Vassar College, will preside, and arrangements are making to render its sessions interesting and profitable. The last congress was held in Chicago, and "Jennie June" (Mrs. D. G. Croly) writes in the Graphic that it traded very much on the reputation of the one before. Another English institution, worthy of all commendation, is the Village School Kitchen, at Watford. Girls of eleven, ten at a time, are taught how to cook, without interfering with their school duties. Twice a week a dinner for eight is prepared by three cooks and two assistants. The teacher, the cooks and four other children, whose homes are distant from the school, enjoy the dinners. Each girl has a turn in the kitchen once a week, and, by the time they are ready to leave school, they are sensibly educated. A ladies' dressmaking, millinery and embroidery association has been formed in London, to enable ladies to become bread winners by other means than by teaching or being governesses. Dressmaking and millinery are essentially woman's work, and when ladies of refinement adopt it then, perhaps, the difficulty of getting a dress made well without expending quite as much upon it as the material costs in the first instance, will be somewhat mitigated. High clasa decorative embroidery, needlework. millinery and dressmaking will be the dis tinctive features of the institution. THE PRATTLER'S FATAL PLAY. LITTLE JOSEY SULLIVAN FOUND-A MOTHER'S JOY AND A MOTHER'S ANGUISH AN END OF THE THEORY OF KIDNAPPING. The theory of the kidnapping of little Josey Sullivan, so naturally taken up on account of the stealing of Charley Ross, has been abandoned, as appears from the following from the New York Sun: "I've seen Josey," said Mr. Sullivan's clerk to Mrs. Sullivan about 3 o'clock yesterday afternoon. "You've seen him? How is he? Is he all right?' the mother inquired in tones more joyous thatn she had been able to command since her darling disappeared three weeks ago. "He's all right," the clerk replied, but in replying he turned his head away and quit the room before the mother could ask him why he looked so sober. Mrs. Sullivan forgot her household avocations, and instead called her younger children to her. -"Brother Josey's found; he'll soon be home," she said so blithesomely that the children prattled instead of crying during their toilet distresses. At 8 o'clock Mr. James Devine, of the feed dealers, Devine & Rush, 411 Washington street, was engaged in rolling out the last few bales of a schooner load of hay that had been piled up in his warehouse since September 6. After all but the last six bales in the furthest corner from the door had been taken out, he saw what seemed the BLACKEENED LIMBS OF A CHILD wedged in between the bales. It flashed through his mind that this might prove to be the solution of the mystery of the disappearance of Josey Sullivan; so, without waiting to make a closer examination, he went for Mr. Sullivan clerk, and he identified, the remains as those of the lost boy. The features were disfigured, and decomposition was far advanced, but the flaxen hair and the plaid dress were proofs that could not be doubted. The news of the finding had been flashed to the central office, the coroner had been informed that another corpse was awaiting his inquest, and Mrs. Sullivan sat still waiting, somewhat impatient, perhaps, but hopeful and expectant. The discovery was known to the residents of the neighborhood. They crowded around her door and around the warehouse in which the body lay, but it was not until 6 o'clock that Mrs. Sullivan knew that her boy was a corpse. Her first intelligence was the bated utterance of one of the crowd around the door: "That's Mrs. Sullivan, and her boy is dead in Madigan's cellar." Mr. Sullivan heard it an hour later, when he returned from his appointment with a man who had promised to find the boy for $500. As said before, the boy was WEDGED IN BETWEEN TWO TALES the furthest from the door of entrance. Mr. Devine says that when first stored tbe hay was piled five tiers high. On September 15, the day on which the boy disappeared, the hay was five tiers doep. The boy had evidently climbed to the top of the bales, and fallen in and been wedged between them. That next above him is furrowed apparently with his struggles in descending. Effort seemingly ceased when he reached the lower bales, for his limits were stretched out in the easy posture of a sleeping child, and his arms were folded across his breast. There was no emaciation to indicate that he starved to death. In view o f the noise made by passing vehicles and the distance of the spot where he lay from the door at which the men were working, it is not strange

that his cries were not heard,

AN AUTUMN SONG. BY JENNIE HARRISON. Oh, the changes will follow the years as they go, And shadows must mingle with, sunlight we know; The flowers we gather will wither at last, The songs we are singing be lost in the past; Some links must be broken in life's golden chain, And bells that rang sweetly may not ring again ! Yet why need we mourn, looking back o'er the way. When forth in the future such brightness may stay? For all our losses comes something to gain, And pleasure close follows the footsteps of pain. Oh, the river that floweth forever the same May follow one channel and bear the one name ; But the flowere on its margin, the trees and the grass, Forever must change with the seasons that pass. And thus our affection-the stream of the soulRight onward, forever unchanging shall roll. Though, that which hath blossomed once fair by its side, May sink away slowly with time's ebbing tide. Oh, why need we sorrow for joys that are gone, While the life-giving river forever flows on?

NOTES OF TRAVEL. CAMPO SANTO AT NAPLES. BY R. J. L. MATTHEWS. When American travelers go to Europe their anticipations reach out in advance to the far-famed sights of the old world, and to these they hasten. When they favor their friends at home with notes of travel, these generally comprise a description cf those places that all the world knows something about. Thus, following the well beaten track to places celebrated in history, romance and song, their correspondence seldom presents anything so strange and wonderful, however eloquently thess well-known places may be described, as the many lesser sights they see in their journeyings. The living facts of the life and manners of nations that for centuries have been called civilized will often afford a deeper interest than any wonderlul relic of the past. Thus, many things take place under the very shadow of some lofty dome, that travelers from the opposite part of the globe have made journies to see, more wonderful than the dome itself. I will endeavor to make a description of one of these, a sight that made a deeper impression on my mind than any of the strange things that 1 saw in that most wonderful old city of Naples, my chief residence while I was in Europe. Some months after my arrival in the city, and after I had made myself somewhat familiar with the rudepatoiB of the, Neapolitans.I entered upon a systematic study of the manners and customs of the people, mingling freely with them, and conversing, in my peregrinations, with all classes of tho people. I had been to Vesuvius, and had a vivid conception of its terrific grandeur; had descended into the gloomy excavations of Herculaneum; wandered through the streets of the now unburied city of Pompeil; shuddered on the precipices of the isle of Capri, where the tyrant Nero, for amusement, cast his enemies into the sea; pressed the shores of the bay at the exact spot where Paul landed oa his journey to Rome, traversed the Elysian fields of the ancient lake, and pierced the awful caverns of the poets; had even crossed the gloomy Cumeen Sibyl; had entered the catacombs where ten thousand Roman skulls grinned down upon me from their niches in the rock; but none of these things so moved me as the sight I am about to describe. I had often seen in the streets of the city funeral processions of all the better classes of society, from teh gorgeous pageantry that told that a prince was dead, down to the humbler walks of life, wherein the scanty means of a tradesman or arttzan could only procure 20 or 30 professional mourners to follow him to the tomb. It occurred to me, during the passage of one of these processions, that I would endeavor to find out where and how the poor of so large a city were buried. Upon inquiring I received full information as to how I could witness the disposition of that class of people when dead, but was earnestly advised not to attempt it. Could I have known the terrible reality of that night of horror which awaited me, at the Campo Santo, the name given to the place, I should have been perfectly willing to leave the city without seeing the sight. I took a cab about eight o'clock in the evening, as the burials take place between nine o'clock and daylight. I arrived about half past eight at the entrance of a penitentiary-like enclosure, situated about half way up the slopes of the hill of Capodimonte, back of the city. The enclosure was about four hundred feet square, with a thick wall of solid masonry around it thirty feet high. On being admitted through the portone instead of beholding, as I anticipated, the usual scenery of a burying ground, I saw only masonry of huge square stones beneathe and around. The moon was shining with its usual liquid light through an Italian sky, but its rays, as they streamed down on the cold gray walls and floor, appeared more ghost-like than shadows in a grave yard had ever appeared to me before. There was a deathlike stillness within, and the keeper looked at me with an uneasy interrogation as I asked to enteralone. On first entering I was led to believe that I had made some mistake, and thought I had entered a large calboose of some kind; but I soon discovered at regular intervals rings in the large square stones that composed the pavement, and these stones I concluded covered up the entrances to the subterranean vaults where the dead were deposited. I found that there were 365 of these openings, one for each night of the year. While meditating as to the kind of vaults or rooms there were beneath, and trying to screw. my courage up to the point of descendng into them when they should be opened, I discovered two men arranging an apparatus over one of the rings, preparatory to lifting out the stone from its place. This was accomplished just as the 9 o'clock gun from the arsenal echoed over the bay, and as it died away among the hills, the rattling of ambulances was heard outside the walls. The port-cullis was drawn up again, and wagon after wagon was backed up toward the entrance. The two men who had uncovered the vault now proceeded to the wagons, which unloaded their burdens with about as much care as a load of coal is dumped from a cart. They seized the litter that contained tbe nearest corpse, and bore it within the enclosure, and near the entrance to the valut. Here they uncovered it, and the nude form of a mother of a child yet unborn was presented to view. With less ceremony than is bestowed in handling the carcasses, of slaughtered animals, they proceeded to dispose of the corpse. I was appalled at the sight. The pale moonligbt caused the face to assume a more ghastly palor. The glassy eyes, unclosed by the jolting of the ambulance, seemed to turn up a look of terror at the rude handling to which it was about to be subjected. They each thrust some sort of a cant-hook into the hands and feet respectively, which were tied together to assist this proceeding, and bore it off to the opening of the vault, described above. I did not at once comprehend their proceedings. I did not know then that the opening in the pavement was but the month to a vast cistern, many feet wide and deep, into which ten thousand bodies may have been cast during the last

two hundred years. I was so overwhelmed with the rode handling, seeing the blood gush from the mouth of the corpse with a horrid gurgling sound, as they bent the body almost double to let it pass into the aperture, and one of them letting go the head to dash against the hard stones and scatter the blood around, that I forgot all about the subterranean vaults that my imagination had been shaping, and I sank down upon the pavement, for a moment, powerless to move or speak. Recovering myself, shortly, I saw the same proceedings commence with another body, and I thought that it might be possible that there was some one in the vault beneath to receive and dispose of the one already put in, and that had not been tumbled down the stairs as I at first imagined. I then approached the opening and looked down, but instead of a stairway, only beheld the reflection of the stars above from the surface of a putrid mass of corruption, and found the supposed catacombs to be only a vast cistern, into which, on that very night, each year for centuries had been cast the bodies of the poor. But becoming now somewhat accustomed to the terrible scene before me I watched carefully the proceedings. The next body was also nude, like the rest, and, indeed, this is always the case, the authorities of the city not permitting any clothing to be left on the body, as this would cause the filling of the pit sooner. The same cant-hooks were again applied, the same doubling up of the body, but, as this one was more cold and stiff, other parts of the body were mangled. The head was lowered or let fall, as before, end the other man kneeling and reaching down, as one drawing water from a deep well, swung the body from one side to the other, until, with a good swing to one side, he let slip the spring in his hook, and the body plunged headforemost into the corrupt mass, about twenty feet below. The peculiar sound that echoed back from that pit, as the body descended, was terrile beyond description. The falling of clods upon a coffin lid might be compared to it, it the gentle sighing of the zephyr may be compared to the dashing violence of the tornado; not that it was loud, but indescribably awful, and though I listened to it often that evening it lost none of its terrors. Each plunge made me tremble and shudder. This scene was repeated over and over again during the whole night, with little variation. Sometimes a hundred and fifty corpses are thus disposed of before daylight. I only staid until midnight. During that time some twenty or thirty bodies arrived. Of course mourners rarely came to a burial like this. The last leave of friends is taken at the house, when the body is divested of clothing and the hands and feet tied ready for the cant-hooks of the depositors. But on that night a few persons followed the bodies of their friends, even to the open vault, and one or two stood by to hear the final plunge. A husband and wife came tocctber, bearing the body of their dead child in a basket between them. They laid their little one down carefully upon the pavement and, without a word, turned and left the place. One was brought in an elegant hearse; there was a row of carriages following it, but all empty. I noticed that it was no ordinary case. The priest who stood at the entrance of the Campo Santo sprinkled no water nor said any words of peace when it was passed in. It was the body of a suicide, denied a resting-place in the consecrated burying places, and must, therefore, be consigned to this potter's field. In the hands of the depositors it shared the same attention as the rest. Sickening at these sights I turned to go, when my attention was attracted by the entrance of a young woman, not apparently over twelve or fourteen years of age. She was all alone. She paused for a moment while another body was being disposed of, and then she ran up with quick steps to the men, and unrolling from a rude cloth the body of a new born infant, she earnestly begged that she might be permitted to deposit it herself. She knew the terrible place

to which it was to be consigned, but she shrank at the thought of the ruthless canthooks touching her darling, though it was but a child of shame. They gave way to her, and she tied a small cord around its little hand, and let it gently down into the vault. It was tenderly done, but no tear escaped her, and when accomplished she hastened away with apparently as great satisfaction as if she had placed her sleeping infant in a cradle. I then left the place, but on the way back to the chief thoroughfares of the city, I met many more of the dead carts rattling along at a rapid pace. I saw them stop at places, and the driver rudely demand it there was not a dead body there, and in a few moments add another corpse to this load. According to the health regulations of Naples, no dead body can remain unburied more than 24 hours, and in times of plague and pestilence they are hurried off as soon as possible after death. A few days after I had visited tbe Campo Santo, I was attacked by the appellation that was given to one of the waiters, at the hotel where I had my apartments, by a fallow servant, for he called him "Campo Santo." I was curious to know why he was so called or if that was his real name. He told me, in reply, that during the cholera, a few years ago, he was attacked with the prevailing disease, and after a few hours was thought to be dead, or that he surely would be, by the time he was taken to the Campo. He was placed in an ambulance, and taken there, but just as he was being borne through the portone of the campo Santo, he suddenly revived, and protested loudly against the caut-hooks being applied, though, being tied, he was powerless to relieve himself. He was taken back to the hospital, and soon recovered, but the name of Campo Santo has clung to him ever since. This mode of bruial, for the poor, has been practiced at Naples for hundreds of years and it will doubtless be continued until the vaults are filled, which may take half a hundred years more. The Victoria Magazine is severe upon women and their dress. It says: No woman now thinks of what drsss becomes her as an individual; no age is too juvenile for rouge, or too old for flimsy and outer deeorations We have got what is called the grecian bend of the body of late, as we suppose, in imitation of the Medician Venus, and now, viewing a woman from behind. no one can tell whether she is seventy or seventeen. From the way in which the female form ia made up, from the false hair streaming mermaid like over the shoulder, let us look down to the toes, painfully compressed by pinching boots and unstretchable linings, with heels to match, clacking like wooden clogs, and throwing the weight of the whole body, with its enormous humps and hoops, on to the toes and fore part of the feet, the seeming gaintess must surely prove a terrible dwarf to her husband when divested of her garnishing. The cause of this extraordinary luxury in dress is due chiefly to the surplus millions of the sex in the country, and this is always increasing, who can not, therefore, find husbands by ordinary means and must therefore resort to extra attractions. The valuation of Providence, R. I., is $122,024,100, a loss of $1,658,700 since last year, while taxable property Has fallen off $3,550, 700, owing mainly to the removal of wealthy men to other places, where the rate of taxation is lower. The heaviest individual taxpayer in the city is Alexander Duncan, who is asssessed on $1,566,400, and the heaviest corporation, the Providence Gas Company, which pays taxes on $843,300.

LOVE'S FOOLISH DREAM. [From the Atheneum.] I pointed to the bird, whose lay Was carolled overhead; "His joyous strain is not mre gay Than is my heart," I said. I plucked the white rose from the tree, And placed it in her hair. "More sweet than you it can not be, Nor you," I said, "less fair;" By the river's side we stood and made A mirror of the stream; " As bright shall be my life," I said In my love's foolish dream. The snmmcr bird, whom joyous strain With my heart's joy was one, Is fled. I listen, but in vain; For rae stich things are done. The tree that bore the young white rose I plucked to give her praise, Is dead years since, and this and those Were set in after days. The stream alone defies time's hand To change in any way; Where we two stood alone I stand, .Bright then and bright to-day, And I am glad because I know My heart and this bright stream Are linked by ties formed years ago In my love's foolish dream. ORANGE BLOSSOMS. THE DODGE-JEWELL NUPTIALS.

THE SOCIAL EVENT OF THE SEASON IN THE NUTMEG STATE, AND THE TOPIC OF TALK THROUGHOUT THE COUNTRY. The Sentinel reported by telegraph the marriage at Hartford of Mr. Arthur Dodge and Miss Josephine Jewell, daughter of the postmaster general, but the full particulars from the Courant will interest this section of the social world: For a long time the marriage of Mr. Arthur M. Dodge, of New York, and Miss Josephine M. Jewell has been a matter not only of local in terest, but also, from the national reputation of the fathers of the bride and groom, has been regarded as one of the social events of the season in the country. The wedding was solemnized last evening, and was the occasion of one of the most brilliant gatherings that has been seen for a long time in Hartford. During the day preparations were made at the house and church, both of which were beautifully decorated. The different rooms at the house besides being festooned with similax and flowers, were adorned with groupings of the choicest flowers and exotics, many of which were sent from friends in this city and New York. At the church the pulpit was beautifully decked with smilax, and flowers from Governor Jewell's conservatory. The fast train from New York brought three drawing room cars which were set apart for teh invited guests from that city and New Haven. Mr. and Mrs. Dodge and three children also arrived on the train. At New Haven a number of invited guests were taken on. Many of the college friends of Mr. Dodge came to the city Tuesday. The hour appoined for the ceremony was half-past six. Long before that hour many persons had ASSEMBLED NEAR THE CANOPY stretching from the street to the church door, who waited patiently to catch a glimpse of the bridal party as they passed into the church. The invited guests were all seated before the hour of the ceremony, Mr. George Steele giving organ selections which had been designated by the bride, as follows: First, selection from Mozart Weber and Mendelssohn; second, the chorus from the Huguenots; third, selections from various composers; fourth, the bridal chorus from Lohengrin. At the hour appointed, the usual commotion which precedes the entrance of a bridal party, indicated that the bride and groom, with the bridesmaids and groomsmen, were about to enter. The procession passed down the center aisle to the chancel, in the following order: Thomas DeWitt Cuyler, of Philadelphia, and William B. Bininger, of New York; R. S. Bussing, Jr., of New York, and Frank G. Ingersoll of New Haven, these four usher being college and sociey mates of the groomsman; Mr. Harry Hatch, of Brooklyn, and Miss Helen Jackson, of Brooklyn ; Mr. H. DeForest Weeks, of New York, and Miss Mary Strong, of Hartford; Mr. Norman Dodge, brother of the groom, and Miss Florence Jewell, sister of the bride, Mr. B. Johnson; of New York; and Miss Lucy, Sellers of Philadelphia; Mr. Arthur Dodge, the groom, with the mother of the bride, Mrs. Marshall Jewell; the bride, Miss Josephine Marshall Jewell with her father; William Strong, of Hartford, and William Phelps Stokes; William Cushing, of New Haven, and Robert W. Kelley, of New York. At the chancel the groomsmen stepped to the right, the bridesmaids to the left, the bride and groom standing DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE ALTAR. In the front seats on either side of the aisle, the families of the bride and groom were seated. The Rev. Mr. Twichell then atter a short prayer read the services, the responses were said, and tho bride and groom pronounced man and wife. In another prayer which was a beautiful supplication, Mr. Twichell closed the ceremony and congratulated those he had just united. The bridal procession then retired, the organ greeting them with Mendelssohn's wedding march. Two of the bridesmaids, Miss Sellers and Miss Jackson were the bride's school friends at Vassar College. The bride was dressed in an elegant white satin drees, square train, exquisitely trimmed with lace, and looped with flowers. Mrs. Governor Jewell wore a garnet velvet trimmed with point lace; Mrs. Coleman, sister of Governor Jewell, wore a black velvet dress trimmed with Irish point lace; Mrs. Dodge, mother of the groom, wore an elegant black velvet dress profusely trimmed with Irish point lace; Mrs. Governor Ingersoll also wore a black velvet dress trimmed with point lace. There were two coincidences associated with the occasion which deserve mention. One that the wedding day was the anniversery of Governor Jewell's marriage, 23 years ago; the other, that Mr. and Mrs. Dodge were present with their seven children, and Mrs. Jewell, grandmother of the bride, was present with her seven children. Mr. and Mrs. William E. Dodge claim Hartford as their home, Mr. Dodge having been born and having spent his early years in Hartford, and Mrs. Dodge, daughter of the late Anson Phelps, being a native of Hartford county. After leaving the church the party returned to the house, and here Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Dodge received, standing under the bridal bower, Mr. and Mrs. Wm. E. Dodge and Governor and Mrs. Jewell also receiving. The reception was continued until half-dast nine. IT WAS A BRILLIANT GATHERING!, which the flowers, the music, the bright colors combined to make so. At half-past ten the bridal party took the special train for New York, but many remained after these had gone. Although the weather was so unfavorable, the grounds around the house were decorated with swinging lanterns. The wedding presents were so many and so beautiful that any detailed description of them would be almost impossible in a brief sketch. They were shown in an upper room and occupied so much space that it was almost impossible for more than a few persons to look at them at one time. The presents comprised one pair of brass candlesticks, a majolica vase; a bair of bronze ornaments, a pair of marble vases, a pair of bronze sconces and match safe, a silver ice cream desk and spoon, a lace toilet set, a set of Goldsmith, a set ot ice cream spoons, one dozen individual salts, one dozen individual butter dishes, eight pieces of silver ware, a silver card receiver, a majolica candle stick, half dozen salts and butters, one silver shovel, one pair silver vases, one pair gravy ladles, silver card holder, sugar bowl and milk pitcher, bronze card receiver, nut picks

and crackers, three engravings, a salad spoon, a pair of salts and spoon, a pair of silver vases, a set silver spoons, a pair of china vases, oxidized silver candlestick, pair of oxidized silver vases, a silver berry spoon and dish, bronze arche de triumph ice spoon, tea service, five pieces, fruit dish and spoon, pair ot bronze wall ornaments, case of three spoons, a gold thimble and three waiters, three dozen spoons, one dozen knives and forks, brass mantle set, soup ladle, Edinburg fruit spoons, volume of Shakespeare, a Venetian dressing mirror, a solid silver salver presented by Governor Jewell's staff, an elegant selection of the English classics, presented by Mr. Dodge's class-mates, and a lace set presented by A. T. Stewart of New York. All of the arrangements for the wed-

ding were made in Hartford, excepting that - t -- the decorator was from New York. Mr. and Mrs. Dodge will make quite an extended wedding trip West and South, and will then return to New York, which will be their home. THE OHIO CONTEST. RECEPTION OF THE INDIANA ORATORS. ENTHUSIASTIC RECOGNITION OF MERIT BY PEOPLE AND PRESS. The Cincinnati Enquirer editorially refers to Mr. Voorhees's speech as follows: The very able spoech delivered by the Hon. Dan W. Voorhees, of Indiana, at Loveland, yesterday, should be read by every voter of Ohio. It is one of the clearest and most comprehensive expositions of the financial issues that we have seen this year. Mr. Voorhees is not alone an orator in a rhetorical sense. He is an orator in that he knews how to array facts and present them to the people in a clear-cut, incisive and convincing manner. The people always understand him. Mr. Voorhees will do good work for the cause ot the people in Ohio. THE CHAIRMAN'S COMPLIMENTS. In introducing the Wabash orator to the Loveland audience, Chairman Williamson paid him this tribute: "It affords me great pleasure to introduce to you a most distinguished statesman and orator of a sister state; the Cicero of the American forum; whose name and fame are coextensive with the boundaries of the American Republic; who has written his name, not only on some of the brightest pages of our political history, but has attained eminence in the fields of literature and in the highest walks of jurisprudence; who, for the invention of argument, sequence of facts, elevation of thought, force of reasoning, harmony fo language, novelty and brilliancy of metaphor, beauty of diction, grace and eloquence of exordine, and power and energy of peroration has but few equals and no superior since the days of S. S. Prentiss the Hon. D. W. Voorhees." A RIGHT ROYAL RECEPTION. The Enquirer of yesterday morning says that Governor Allen and D. W. Voorhees did not reach the city last night from the Loveland meeting until half past seven o'clock. They proceeded immediately to their rooms at the Gibson House, where the governor expected to receive a few personal friends during the evening. It was not until after eight o'clock that few citizens got together and determined, late as it was, to inaugurate a serenade to the distinguished guest of Meesrs. Geffroy & Gibson. A large number of people, mostly working men, had gathered on the pavements along the Gibson House and across the street, for what purpose they hardly knew themselves, but the knowledge that William Allen, the honest old governor of Ohio, was within the Gibson House walls seemed to act as a sort of magnet to draw these laborers together. And there they stood, as it were, in silent reverence of the man above all others whom they recognized as the friend of them and their kind. When, therefore, an hour later, a brass band was brought into the front of the hotel, it did not have to drum up a crowd. The several hundred which at an earlier hour had congregated on the sidewalks were but the nucleus of the crowd that kept GATHERING AND SWELLING until it filled the street completely from College Building to the Gibson House doors. Even the windows of the Mercantile Library across the street were filled with ladies and gentlemen who cast wistful looks of expectancy toward the hotel balcony opposite. It had been noised around that Gov. Allen was about to be serenaded, and the hope of seeing his gray head and hearing his honest voice hurried people of all classes to the spot. And there tbey stood, fully twelve hundred of them, down in the open street, with their sea of upturned faces spread over with expressions that would have been rich food for the artist. His Honor Mayor Johnston, in a few appropriate words, introduced to the crowd the present aa well as the next governor of Ohio. As the white hairs and tall, robust form of Ohio's governor come under the light of the balcony lamps, such a shout of hearty welcome went up as must have made tbe heart of Wm. Allen beat fast with pleasure and gratification. He said he did not intend to enter into a political speech, and he did not. He simply touched upon the general issues of this great campaign, and reminded the voters in the streets below him of the great import which each man's vote in this state would have this fall. In conclusion he said if he lived he expected to address them at length in the Fifth Street Market Place this evening; and he expected to live; he did not expect to die so long as the people cut out work ahead for an honest man to do. He retired, while hearty cheers floated up and filled the street with their echoes. The mayor next introduced THE TALL SYCAMORE OF THE WABASH, the Hon. Daniel W. Voorhees, of a sister state. Mr. Voorhees's reception was scarcely less warm than that given to the governor. The gentleman said but little; he had just come from making one campaign speech, and would make another to the citizens of Cincinnati this evening. He would therefore only thank them for the courtesy they were extending to him, in connection with their governor. He would say, however, that, though he was, as the mayor had introduced him, a citizen of a sister state, he was none the less interested in the result of Ohio's election next Tuesday. The people of his state were quite as much interested in tbe result here as we ourselves, and the wires would be watched next Tuesday by the citizens of Indiana with the same eagerness that we will give them here in Ohio. In reality, it was not a simple state election, but an earnest of that great struggle next year which is destined to decide the weal or woe of the commercial interests of this great country. Mr. Voorhees was followed by the Hon. John E. Neff, secretary of the state of Indiana. Mr. Neff, though a young man, is an earnest and eloquent speaker. His remarks were few, but pointed, and were frequently interrupted with shouts of approval. John F. Follett, Esq., made the concluding speech, after which the crowd on the street was dismissod by Mayor Johnson, and slowly and reluctantly dispersed. Until quite a late hour Governor Allen was besieged by an army of callers, among whom were some prominent republicans. Whatever may be the result of next Tuesday's election (and no one doubts what it will be) .last night's demonstration will ever remain a green spot in the memory of Governor Wm. Allen.