Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 26, Number 30, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 March 1877 — Page 12

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WAITING. With waiting and wishing oar coutv we pare, We wait for the port as we battle the wave; TU waiting forever, from cradle to grave. Waiting for morn, ao serene in Its light : "Waiting for noonday, bo brilliantly bright; Waiting at eve for repose in the night. Waiting for zephyrs In springtime that blow; Waiting for summer and flowers that grow ; "Wailing tor winter and swift falling mow. Waiting is ever the bosom ' refrain In moment of pleasure and moment of pain; Waiting, though stricken again and again. Waiting In childhood for you ths Joyous time; -Ita wilting," aaya Youth, .ut 111 certainly climb . ... The top of the ladder on reaching my prime! In manhood awaiting the time when he may Find rent on a calmer, happier day. When age hall relieve from the worrying fray. Waiting when Fortune aheda brightly her Whencnoice are the pleasure the pathway TnereSways la something to wait for the . while. Waiting In poverty, anguish and grief; Waiting for Heaven to send um relief. Telling the heart that the trial la brief. Aye! waiting for Joys that will never appear; Waiting lor voices we never shall bear; Waiting for momenta that never are near. Waiting, when sinning and worn In the strife. With penitent throbbing the boaom la rife Waiting the dawn ol a holler life. WalUng at last for the spirit's release; WalUng a rest in the dwelling of Peace. Where walUng and longing forever will cease.

FOB SCX DAT. The Two Angels. BT JOHN O. WHITTISR. Ood ealled the nearest angels who dwell with Him above; The tenderest one waa Pity, the dearest one was Love. "Arise," He said, umy angels! A wall of woe and sin Steals through the gates of heaven and saddena all within. "My harps take n the mournfnl strain that from the lost world swells. The smoke of torment clouds the light and blights the asphodels. Fly downward to that under world, and on 1U souls of pain, Let Love drop im lies of sunshine and Pity . tears like rain!" Two faces bowed before the throne, veiled In their golden hair; Four white wings lessened swiftly down the dark abyss sf air. The way was strange, the flight was long; at last the angels came Where swung the lwt and nether world, red, wrapped in rayless flame. There Pity, shuddering, wept; but Love, with faith too strong for fear, Took heart from God's almightlness and smiled a smile of cheer. And lo! that tear of Pity quenched the flames whereon it fell. And. with the sunshine of that smile, Hope entered Into Hell! Two unveiled races, full of Joy, looked upward to the throne. Four white wings folded at the feet of Him who sat thereon ! And deeper than the sound of seas, more soft than failing flake, Amidst the hush of wing and song, the Voice Eternal spalte : Welcome, my angels! ye have broaght a holler Joy to Heaven ; Henceforth Its sweetest song shall be the song of sin iorgiven : ' To hold one's tongue is acknowledged by a A ft A A 1 11 1 1 A. A. 1 ue oenptures to oe me usrunv tasa wmcn man baa ever undertaken. A new Methodist church in Boston is to be the largest belonging to that denomination in America, and will seat 5,000 persons. There is a French proverb which ought to be written on every life. It is, "He who does not tire tires adversity. All comes right to him who can wait." Queen Victoria, with her daughter Bea trice, lately partook of the Lord's supper at me communion in tue -rresovienan en urea of Carithie, in Scotland. She is a member of the Episcopal church, and in England is the head of the established church of Eng land, and in Scotland of the established church of Scotland. Many of her high church subjects have been greatly excited at her coarse in ike above communion ser vice. We have long ago said that the condition of any "Christian Union" must be the mini mum of belier. as a matter of necessity. The Baptists are finding this out in regard to the Young Men's Christian Association. They complain that it attempts to teach religion and l mores baptism. Of course it does, and each denomination will in turn find that its own peculiarities are ignored, till finally the association becomes a sect itself, founded on an ti -sectarianism. Churchman. Nashville American: The venerable Dr. Lovick Pierce, now in his 03d year, is writ ing a series of reminiscenes of the century. He is the oldest Methodist minister living on this continent, and probably the oldest of any denomination here, lie points to the great dinerence that exists between .Method ism at the beginning of this century and now, and concludes that either primit've Methodists were more religious than was needful, or else modern Methodists are less so. In answer to the question of Mr. Moody whether nis appetite lor liquor was wholly removed, Mr. Sawyer, the temperance apostle, from Chicago, remarked at the tabernacle last week that he shouldn't wish to put it in that way exactly, but wonld rather say that God had so covered ud his SDPetite and tropensity for drink that it was as if he had none. We are elad to hear this statement. It is by far the better way of putting the case. It is often true that a reformed man feels something of his old appetite, but if he walks with God he may be sure that it will he kept so covered up as to enable him to control it even in the hour of special temp tation. Meannesses, fretfulness, discontent, are the elements that make a liie discordant with its own high theme, and with all goodness and greatness. Lone aro a Roman said. "When thou hast been compelled by sircumstances to be disturbed in & manner. quickly return to thyself, and do not conunue oui oi lune longer man tue compulsion lasts: for thou wilt have more mastery over the harmony by continually recurring; to it." The grandeur of lue may come through its combats, bat its sweetness comes through the cheery portal of content. The old possibilities are no longer with the ministry; and what might be called his "personal influence" can now be exerted by a minister over only a very small fraction of his people. These facts are patent to all. "We may regret it; we may shut our eyes and refuse to see what is painful to our sensibilities; but the old pastoral relation, as it once existed between the ministry and the churches, has passed away. It does not exist. And there is not a clergyman or intelligent larman in the thickly settled portions of our land but that knows that it can never

again exist. We have entered upon a new order of things, and our -wisdom will be shown, not by resisting, but by wisely shaping the new order. We shall cultivate the same fields as did our fathers, but we shall cultivate them in a different way. Golden

Rule. What is the spirit, then, of this associated life which we call church life? In my way of thinking, it is helpfulness. When I stood alone with no one to help me I can remember the time when, between sixteen and twenty years ago, I had no one to help me my help was self help; but when I had nasse d out of that staee. when I had helped self enough and had got a mission in fife. and found that mission blossoming out in duty, then I associated with people; I did not wish to, perhaps, but inevitably I was thrown into relations with them, and iß ose relations furnished me with opportunities to do good, and hence imposed obligations upon me to do good, for every opportunity is a bud out of which blossoms an obligation. So now I have settled down into the feeling that every form of associated life has this characteristic of helpfulness. Golden Rule. Interrogating- the Mlalater. - Few more practical, searching sermons could be given than this list of questions, prepared for a congregation by an earnest, zealous, faithful pastor: How would your life be practically different if there were no God? " What amount of careful, intelligent study have you ever given to the Bible? Is God's revelation of Himself and His dealings with men a subject of as much interest to you as questions of science or literature? Do you ever trifle with and almost boast of doubts on the nature or revelation of God, as if iafidelitv were a mark of high intelligence, instead of a subject of intense pity? Do you refer events to secondary causes, instead of owning God's hand in them? Can you be said really to believe in God when the presence of a human being is a greater restraint upon your actions than the fact of His all-seeing eye? Do you ever let sins pass without any effort to check them, thinking it will be easy to repent afterwards? Have you ever taken half the pains to do things pleasing to God that you nave to gain the affections of a human being? Do you get real pleasure from your prayers, reading and meditation on holy things, or do you get through them to satisfy the demand of your conscience, and are secretly glad when they are over? Have vou ever felt God's service such a re straint that you wished you could get rid of it altogether? How many minutes out of the 24 hours do you give in any way to God, either in offering Him praise, asking for His help, or try, ing to learn His will? Is there any practical connection between your prayers and your lue? Have you as great a realization of God's 1 1 A 1 A A presence in puDiic worsnip as mat certain persons whom you know are there? Are you as careful to be reverent in God's house as you are. to observe little matters of etiquette in society whispering in service time, talking loud immediatly it is over, and making greater provision for your own ease of body, than you would think of doing in another person s drawing room? Is your standard of Christian duty higher than when vou first beean to serve God? When some period of suffering or danger in your life is over, are you as hearty in thanksgiving as you were in prayer for it to be removed? Which do you think you bear most frequently in mind, your trials, which perhaps are very small, or your mercies, which are undoubtedly very great? Do you trust God half as truly as you do a beloved wife, husband, parent or friend? Do you dishonor God's fatherly care by indulging in fears, anticipations of coming evil, and dark imaginings about the future? Io vou come un e en to the old standard of giving a tenth part of your income to bod s servicer Can yon recollect six limes in your life that you ever denied yourself to the extent of real inconvenience from love to Uod7 What have you ever done solely with the thought of Uod s glory? If you can give up the world for yourself, do you still covet It for your children? In the education of your children is the first thought: what will train them to serve God, or to take a brilliant position in so ciety! If you are offering to God any outward service in His church, or to His poor, will your motives bear sifting? What have you ever done for the souls of others? Would you not make greater efforts to save the bodies of any whom you might see in peril of fire or of drowning than you have ever made to save souls from the destroying power ox sin? Is it pleasanter for you to dwell upon peo ple's faults rather than on their virtues, or their failures than on their success? Do you speak of the faults of others un necessarily? Do you give hard judgment on sins to which you have never been tempted, while you are full of excuses for your own? How do you bear contradiction or ridi cule? Are you angry when you are proved in the wrong? Do you mimic the peculiaritie or infirm ities of DeoDle? Do you often determine to have your own way at any cost, without considering the pleasure or convenience of others? Do you make yourself unnecessarily the subject of conversation, and introduce sto ries which tend to your own credit? Do you dwell upon your ailments or troubles to the weariness of others? Do you make use of the omission or over sight of another to gain some advantage for yourself? Do you give unnecessary trouble to those who wait on you, or try their temper and patience by your whims and fancies? Do you secretly wish that failure or dis appointment may happen to some one who has injured or offended you? Do you color and add to events you describe for your own ends or amusement, or to be thought clever or witty7 Do you read books which appeal to the passions, or put sin in an attractive light? Is the amount of stimulants you take only what is advisable lor bealtbr means or the circumstances which surround yon? Do you long after something withheld from yon, or rebel against loss, misfortune or bereavement? Art la the Wilderness. (Burlington Hawkey. Art has its votaries even amid the un taught children of the wilderness. A few days ago a savaire Indian painted his own face, went into an emigrant wagon that was sketched, by himself, out on the prairie af ter dark, and drew a wsman from under the canvass and sculptor. Tri Spirit of Prophecy. (Washington Letter. The probabilities are that it will be the worst assorted cabinet that the sun of heaven ever looked down upon.

MARCH.

BT IXO&A MKCTAJf. It is the sighing, sobbing thus Of mingled sleet and rain and rime. Tossing his hslr, out from his lair The wild, the blustering son of Mars, March, cometh calling on his stars, His buckler and his shield always The golden ram of A ries. The sun is down toward Capricorn, Bat must be back by May-day morn. March wishes he had not been born The blusterer of all the year. Driven by hurricane or tear; He calls the wlna from east to west. Of south and north, and smites his breast, For tls his giant band must turn The vernal equinox, and burn Pale ghost lights for the violet's urn. The suows from off the ice-girt shore Of Greenland or of Labrador Do smite this giant in the face. But still he keeps his southward pace. And calling on all feathered flocks, Defiant of an earthquake's shocks. He gently turns the equinox; Upon its güden hinge it swings. And, lo! there comes a rush of wings. And very soon shall smile and breathe The prlmreee, cowslip and the heath. LITERARY GOSSIP. The latest book of Alphonso Karr is entitled "En Jkmande un Tyran." M. Langel has printed a little book on Lord Palmerston and Lord Russell. The opening of public libraries on Sundays is one of the rising social questions in England. Mr. P. P. Dewees, a lawyer of Pennsyl vania, has written "The History of the Molly Maguires." Bret Harte's California taies continue to be highly popular ir. Paris in their French translations. An edition of Prince Bismarck's speeches has been published in six volumes in the French language. Ex-President Woolsey, of New Haven, ex pects to finish his "Political Philosophy" for publication early in the spring. Bjornstjerne Bjornson has lately finished, and proposes soon to publish, a new novel named "Magnhild," after the heroine. The Publishers' Circular, of London, gives the total number of new books published in Great Britain in 1876 at 4,888, against 4,854 in 1875. Gustave Do re's illustrated edition of Michaud's "IHttoirc dt$ Croi$ardi, has just been completed in two folio volumes at the price of 150 francs. "Eminent Jews of the Time" is the title of a forthcoming series of biographical sketches by Mr. Adolphus Rosenburg, confined to Anglo-Jewish characters. Mr. Bayard Taylor is writing art criticisms for the Tribune. Mr. Taylor is a good book reviewer, a great traveler, a clever poet, a writer of vigorous prose and an accomplished linguist, but he is not a great art critic. The American Bookseller for January says there has been a marked reduction in the prices of books during the year.and it thinks this reduction in the case of new books can not go much further, as the sales of most are limited to email editions. A number of very interesting old manu scripts, rupposed to be written by some monk of the Solovetsk monastery near Archangel, and said to throw new light upon the history or the religious sects of Russia, were recently found by a Russian antiquary in one of the book-stalls at St. Pe tersburg. Cardinal Manning will contribute to the Nineteenth Century a series of papers from original sources, to be called "The True Story of the Vatican Council." The first paper will appear in the March number of the review. It is also said that a monthly no tice of "Recent Science," the materials for which will be first submitted to Prof. Hux ley, will appear iu the same review. The London Athenaeum thinks that the fol lowing sentence from a recent article by Mr. Gladstone in the Church Quarterly Review may be sale y pronounced worthy of preser vation in works upon the English language as containing a greater number of coma sions of metaphor than were ever before crowded into the same number of lines "His balloon, even after careering wildly in the fields of air, always managed, when alighting on the earth to find its way home." According to statistics of the book trade. just published at Leipzig, the number of new publications in Germany during 1876 was 1 J.ööö; that is, 840 ruoie than in the pre vious year. An increase is chiefly remarkable in wcrks referring to public instruction, jurisprudence, and politics. Theologi cal literature has steadily decreased of late During the war of 1870-1. literary production had shown a falling on; but immediately af terward it rose rapidly again, and is now, in spite or the troublous times, more nourish ing than ever. Mr. William L. Alden, the humorous writer of the hew York Times, has surren dered himself at discretion, says a New York correspondent, to the book publisher. He couldn't hold out against the wiles of the publisher aforesaid when they took the form of certified bank checks. And Mr. Alden has carefully revised and edited a volume of the numerous articles which have contrib uted so much to the popularity and circu latlon of the Times for a year past. He calls the volume ' Domestic Explosives, probably because he expects it to go off, and it can hardly help having a large sale. The humor is of that intellectual and literary order that appeals to the fancy and plays about the edges of the sense of the ludicrous, and pleases more by its delicacy and illusiveness than the coarser pen which has been so much in vogue of late. The book will be issued by Lovell, Adams & Wesser, a new publishing hrm from Canada just established in New York. TUE BOH Alf CA BN IT AL. Something1 that Throws Mardi Gnu Int the Shade. Rome Letter to the N. Y. World. At 1 o'clock in the day the mad fun be gins. By that hoar the maskers have slept off their fatigue and are ready to start anew. Yon will find the streets in every quarter bubbling over. Masked devils dressed in tight red and black flannel, with horns and tails, caper about This is the favorite dress for men and boys, and the Voce della Verita reads us many a homily on this fact, draw ing from it the conclusions you may readily eueas at. There are Pierrots and Pulcinelli, Chinese and any amount of incomprehensible costumes, 'iheyall shriek and squeal in the same absurd falsetto voice. Whereever you turn yoa meet shoals of them. If you are a quiet person, or gentlefolk, they do not molest you, but they seize hold of laughing maids and grinning shop boys, yell out some silly words, rout around a little, then dance and leap off madly shrieking, as if they were hurling themselves into the breakers of an ocean. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon the Corso shops are closed and the greatest crowd assembles there; but the majority of the masqueraders prefer to perambulate those parts of the town where they can attract the most attention. In the ' Corso there are more ambitious masks, and

gayly decorated cars, which interfere with

their fun; so they dance ana - caper about the city until nightfall, when they go to the balls; some , , wander .about the streets all night, and you are often startled from your sleep during the night, or even at daybreak, by their nendisn howls and shrieks. The Corso display has been rather poor this year. There have been very lew cars and no grand processions, as in former seasons. On Giovedi rrasso there was a fine Japanese car, the dresses were of daxmxot of the first class, and very rich as well as exact The young gentlemen who filled these fine clothes were extremely gallant to some pretty girls in our balcony; they threw them fans and flowers. But the handsomest car was a little carriage alia Daumont of Baron Giordano Apostoli, of Sardinia. The front of the carnage was a huge bed of most lovely hot-house flowers, and a rich garland bordered the fairy equipage. In the carriage were three charming children, not more than four and five years of age, a daughter of the baron, with two cousins, all dressed in Sardinian costumes of various districts. These costumes were as rich as possible; I saw them after the Corso was Over, and admired the rich red satin, and blue silk velvet, with buttons and ornaments of real gold and silver. The coach men and footmen and the harness of the hones were also in blue silk velvet, rold and silver. Four servants in costume walked be side the carriage to protect the children from any danger. It was the prettiest affair of the kind I ever saw, and every one treated it with admiring respect; there was no pelting with flowers or bon-bons: the only drawback it had was that the children looked awfully tired, and the little mistress of the estab lishment was both bored and frightened; her poor baby lips trembled, and only pnde kept her from crying. When I went up to the carriage side she seemed doubtful whether to have a good sobbing or to go to sleep. OAHBLIBiU WOMEN. The Fair Operator M ho Throng the Ran Francisco Stock Markets. (San Francisco Letter. The Woman's mining bureau aimed at being somewhat in that way, but from pres ent indications it is destined to be one more of the many such failures. Mrs. Kellogg, be president and, by the way. the aunt of the prima donna, tells me she has net given it up, but intends when stocks are better to make another effort. But it is looked on outside as a defunct institution. The cause of this is probably, as Mrs. Kellogg said. "the apparently inherent inability of women to trust each other fully." They will go to a male broker with their money, even with the certainty ahead of losing every cent of it. The stock market is the financial bar ometer. From the purchase of a doll to the buying of an estate, that inexorable power rules. Every one is "in stocks." Catholic priests, evangelical clergyman acting under cover of their wives deacons, doctors, law yers, shop-girls, servants of every grade, ac tresses and society ladies. A good try is told apropo of Bridget's speculative proclivities. An eastern lady had procured, after much difficulty, a "per fect treasure of a girl," a red-haired, frecklefaced Emerald isler. Having tested her capacities thoroughly, the mistress ventured on asking some company to dinner. The day arrived, seated in the parlor, entertain ing her guests, suddenly that odor so appall ing to the housewife the smell of burning eatables became more and more percepti ble. Lxcusing herself, she rushed to the kitchen, to be met at the door by Bridget's Hushed, triumphant face. A friend had dropped in to say that "bullion" had gone up to a fabulous price. Bridget had just stepped out to her broker s about ten blocks off sold out her shares, and had just returned with $1.500 gain in her pocket! The dinner was burned to a crisp, but the com pany, being largely "in stocks" themselves. sympathized so heartily that the lady was onipelled to swallow her mortification and oneratulate the lucky speculator. Gambling, in one form or another, seems to be the inevitable concomitant of every civilization. Paris has her Bourse, England her Bank of England shares, New York her railroad interests Chicago her wheat, while California plays pitch and toss with fortune with the yellow wealth of her inexhaustible bosom. I asked an old Californian lately if there was not a possibility that the power of the stock market might be broken. "Yes." he responded promptly, "when the mines are exhausted or the fools all dead. that last clause destroyed all hopes for saner days for California. "You want to know something about the women who are in stocks," he said. "Well, among business men they are not consider ed a success as operators. 1 bey can seldom invest largely enough to make any mark, They are at once too credulous and too suspicious. Credulous when once a broker has roped them in suspicious of every one else. Sone few old stagers have become as well known in 'the street as the brokers themselves, but in the main the women who dablile in shares are oftener seen in their brokers office than elsewhere. There is a fair f ype of one class now. She is probably owtirr of a 'ranch.' which she runs herself, and which she will' ioe perhaps to-morrow or the next change of the market" She was a fair sample of the middle class California woman coarse, hard-featured, and with that eager, restless look that one sees on almost every face here. A brown linen dress, sealskin sack, wh.te straw bonnet trimmed with bright flowers, and a broad embroidered collar of the style of 1S57 made up a tout entemble seen nowhere outside this state. 'Every new female face is noted at once," my friend continued, "and a new-comer in the weeds of widowhood is a special prize, as there is always a possibility of an insurance policy, if nothing more, in the background. The first woman to deal in stocks Cirsonally was Mrs. 8. E. Swift, now secrery of the Woman's mining bureau, originator of the Woman's league, and an active member of any number of other enterprises. Of her many tobriqueU on the street, that of the Pioneer pleases her best. Mrs. Kellogg stands next in experience. Both have lost and won in their day. Laura Fair does a considerable business through her broker, but is seldom seen. It is said she made $40,000 while in jail for the murder of Crittenden. Of the small fry, whose name is legion, no one knows much. They are the privates in the noble army of ma tyrs." "Are the sensational stories we hear of suicides consequent on heavy losses true?" "Yes; but it is only men, so far, who have "so signalized their own defeats. It's not a month since I saw a little woman lose her twenty thousand in a morning and that without a qmiver of the lip or a wink of the eyelid. She was a widow, too, with three children, and it was every cent she had. I thought then we must allow your sex the palm for fortitude." This Tootsy Pootay Hayes. Washington Dispatch.! Among the pleasant incidents of the day was the fact that when, after the delivery of his inaugural, President Hayes was approached by the dignitaries with outstretched hands offering congratulations, he took no notice of them until he had first lovingly shaken hands with Mrs. Hayes, who sat near him. After this exchange of do raostic courtesies the president cordially shook hands with those on the platonr

BLOWN CP.

A DisMtron Explosion Upon am Till Ola Railroad. ' "hlcago Times. An accident fatal in its results occurred to the eastern bound Atlantic express train on the Chicago and northwestern on yesterday at 11:30 a.m. As the train drew up to the depot at Oalt station, 113 miles west of Chicago, and was moving slowly with Westinghouse brakes on, the boiler of the locomo tive exploded, shattering the latter and ruling the air with large fragments of the ma chinery. The concussion caused by the explosion was so great as to snaite as by an earthquake both brick and frame buildings hundreds of yards from the scene of the disaster. The engine liter ally fell to pieces. The tender, by some un accountable method, immediately after the explosion, jumped or was thrown to one side of the track, several yards to the rear of tie locomotive. The front part of the postal car was forced into the cab of the locomotive, but fortunately J. W. Burst, mail agent, and Spencer L. Cole, postal clerk, were, at the time, engaged in the middle of the car, and escaped the fatal consequences resulting to the engineer and fireman. The trucks of the baggage and express cars were thrown from the track, as were also the forward trucks of the smoking car. The explosion and stoppage of the train did not occupy over thirty seconds. The conductor and other employes of the train, as well as the now affrighted passengers, on stepping from the cars met a sickening sight Some thirty feet in the rear and on the north side ot the locomotive the engineer, Wm. Watson, was found, cut and mangled and in the death throes, and on the south side of the train, at the rear of the smoking car, the bruised and mutilated form of the fireman, Nick Langland, was found. As the engineer's body was found on the left side of the locomotive and that of the fireman to the right, it is believed that at the moment of the explosion each made an attempt to escape, and in doing so had crossed to opposite sides of the cab. The acting station agent, S. B. Walcott, at the moment of the explosion had just emerged from the depot building to the platform, with the mail sack over his shoulders, when a fragment of sheet iron from the smokestack struck him in the lower sart of the body, part of the missile cutting through the flesh and inflicting a wound from which he died at 3 p. m. yesierday. The engiaeer, when carried into the depot building, was insensible, an t died in about 15 minutes after the accident. The fireman retained life for about two hours. The violence of the explosion may be partly imagined from the fact that the body of the fireman was thrown into and carried in mid air over the ton of the postal, baggage and express cars, a distance of about 175 feet, falling or rolling between the rear of the bageage car and the front of the smoking car, his flying and bleeding body bespattering the front windows of the smoking car, the body falling to earth in such' a way as to barely escape the wheels of the smoking car. The engineer must have been thrown by the concussion a distance of about 40 feet, as his body and portions of his clothing, watch, etc.. were found scattered that distance from the locomotive. Mr. Burst, the mail agent, on first impulse. started for the bell-rope, but finding it de tached, he then realized that the accident was in front instead of the rear of his train. The next moment the front of his car crash ed into the cab and rear iron-work of the locomotive, the escaping steam from the lat ter filling his car, and for a time threatening death to himself, his companion, Mr. Cole. and s sister of the latter, who happened at the time to be riding in the mail car. Had the accident occurred a half hour sooner, when the train was crossing the iron bridge that spans the Mississippi at Clinton, the horror of the Ashtabula disaster would be tame in comparison, or had the train been running at its usual speed instead of slowly approaching the station, the catastrophe might have been one of the rnost shocking that has yet occurred west of Chicago. Various theories have been adduced and speculations indulged in as to the cause of the explosion, the general opinion among those most competent to judge being that the condensed accumulation gendered by the slow rate at which the train then and for several minutes previously was mov ing caused a pressure beyond the capacity of the interior of the boiler. The train was composed of one Pullman palace car, two hrst class passenger coaches and smoking car, all well filled with passengers. There was also the usual baggage, mail and express cars. The baggage and passenger cars were switched on a side track, a new engine ob tained, and the train arrived here but two hours behind its schedule time. ANOTHER MAX'S HEAD. It la Worn by au Ohio Tramp for Thir teen Tears. IDayton Democrat. He was spending the night in the station house when the reporter met him and heard his wonderful story. Iiis face had the marks of dissipation and rough usage, but might have been an intelligent countenance once. There was a particularly indolent, careless air in speech and his manner, not exactly that of a rough. "You would not think" said he, "that I had another man's head on my shoulders. I never met anybody who would believe it, but this is the way it happened: . "I went down to Brazil in 1864. hearing there were pretty good chances there for a young man. I was born on School street, in Boston, and during the war was selling goods for H. B. Clafiin & Co., New York. I had saved about a thousand dollars and concluded to make this trip to Brazil. I got down there, and aftef a long time obtained a place in a commission fruit house. I could never do much at it. It's a rich enough country there but the laziest lot of people on God's earth, and more ignorant and superstitious than brutes. A good deal was said of the diamond fields near Diamantini. in the western part of the country. A party was going out there, and I purchased an outfit and went with them. We were all on horseback, and it was a three weeks' trip. I made the acquaintance of several Englishmen in the party; they were wild fellows, but I had no reason to suspect anything else. After we had been in Diamantini several months the whole place was in a fever about the robbery of some diamond merchants. The thieves escaped with the booty and shortly the robbery was repeated. The plan was to attack the train when it got a snort distance from the town on the way to Rio Janeiro. The next train took a strong guard and a detachment of the guard returned three days later. They had been attacked but repulsed the thieves and captured one of them. This fellow was a big. lazy, half native Spaniard, a servant of the Englishman I mentioned. He swore that these Englishmen had committed the robberies, and then swore that I, too, was connected with them. I had known they were absent, but never suspected their motives. I remember once I gave Pedro, the servant, a sound kicking for trying to steal a meerschaum cigar holder of mine. The charge was so sudden I could not prepare for it, and there was no pretense of justice in such a barbarous ce-untry. Pedro expected to get off by exposing me, but in three days we were both tried and condemned to be decapitated. After the first

shock I could not realize my situation. It

seemed so much like a dream that even when the priests, dirty and ignorant as they are in that country, came to prepare me for death There was a Dr. Dalmere, a thin, crooked frenchman, came in to see us, and he felt our pulse and our neck, and gave us each a glass of strong gin, I thought it was before he lett. The priest said he had got permission of the authorities to keep our bodies. I fell into a sort of stupor, my brain seemed all of a whirl, and I said just what the priest told me, without knowing what I said. I have just an indistinct remembrance of being led to the scaffold. It was arranged with a big black knife, after the manner of a guilotine. I saw the two or three thousand miserable people looking on, and Pedro crying like a little babe when they led him ud. The scaffold was right before Dakpere's house, and I saw him standing near, and he put his hand into a trough of water beneath the axe. Tery much as if he was feeling how warm it was. That is about the last I remember. I know they put a bandage over my eyes, and I recollect waiting, it seemed an age, for my turn to come after Pedro. But I did not die; the first I knew again I felt a prickly sensation all over my body, and when I opened my eyea Dr. Dalmere was looking over me. I went to speak, but I felt as if I had a terrible cold in my throat, and the doctor motioned with his hand for me to keep stilL There was a little piece of looking glass on the other side of the room, and though I could not see myself in it I saw somebody was lying near me. and then I caught sight of Pedro's thick, bushy head, with a bad looking gash in his throat. I think it must have been three weeks before I knew anything more; then I felt that same pricking sensation again, and I turned and moved over, and saw that the doctor was working a small galvanic battery. He came to me and poured some liquor down my throat, and I was soon able to sit up, and the next day to walk and talk. He kept me quiet for another week; then he told me I was well enough to get away and be would help me. We left in the dark and set out for Paca, near the mouth of the Amazon. The doctor explained to me while we were together that he succeeded immediately after the execution in checking the flow of blood, and kept up the proper degree of warmth till he could carry on his work by himself. Pedro, he said, he had been unable to save, owing to the manner in which the knife had struck one of the spinal vertebra. I experienced a strange sort of unfitness about my limbs and asked hin the cause, and just before we parted he told me that in hi haste he bad made a mistake and got my head on Pedro's body. That is truth of my story, men. The name of my head was George Armstrong. I am good for nothing but a tramp now. I'ye got all the infernal Pedro's laziness. And then every little while I have such fits as you saw to-night You can see where the trunk is joined on. He pulled down his dingy red shirt, and the others crowded round to look. The skin on the breast was dark and swarthy. A thin white scar ran round his neck, and the flesh above thenar, where not exposed, was a shade lighter. The other lodgers looked on in astonishment for a time, and the man laid down on his hard bench and would answer no more questions. A LOE IIORSEJf A5f. lie Make a KeDsatlon In Kaaas Cftr, and Is Taken for One of the Jameses. Kansas City Times. Sergeant McMineman, of the metropolitan force, recites a strange adventure with a well mounted horseman last Sunday night. The officer was making his regular rounds between 11 and 12 o'clock. He had reached the vicinity of the southern end of the bridge over the Missouri river, when he heard the sounds made by a horse at full gallop, coming over the bridge from Clay county. McMineman ran towards the bridge with the intention of stopping the horse, which he supposed was running sway He was surprised, however, to see the horse surmounted by a tall, well dressed man, who carried a feistol in one hand, which he wavedat the toll keeper as he dashed past him. The officer drew his pistol and called on the stranger from Clay county to halt; but the stranger paid no other attent:on to the police sergeant's pistol than to stoop lower in his saddle and put spurs to his horse which was a very handsome one and dash on up Broadway. The officer blew his whistle, and other policemen took up the alarm. The strange horseman galloped at full speed along Fifth street to Delaware, and thence southward to the vicinity of Turner hall. The police being on foot, were slow in their pursuit. McMineman notified Officer Dei ten to look out for the man who defied his pistol and laughed at the police patrol. Deitch remarked that the man they were after was in a house near Turner hall, and his horse was hitched not half a block away. They started to look at the horse just In time to see the stranger mount and ride away. When Deitch flourished his pistol at the corner of Eleventh and Main, the stranger laughed at the threat indicated and dashed away at a lively rate out of the south exit to town. Who was he? The police are inclined to believe that he was one of the James boys. His description as given is as follows: Aoout five feet ten inches high, fair complexion, hair rather long, sandy beard and evidently about 31 or 32 years of age. He wore a light army blue sack coat, broad brimmed drab hat and high topped boots. His horse was a fine bay. The saddle was of the California pattern, with large stirrup gaards and holsters for pistols. Whoever ne was it is plainly evident that he did not care for pistols in the hands of policemen in night time. A Widow Loses Her Diamond s. fBrooklyn Eagle. The brief respite which Brooklyn has enjoyed from the depredations cf the marauding fraternity was boldly interrupted on Saturday evening by one of the most daring and successful operations which has been brought to the attention of the police authorities within a year. Burglars made a raid between 7 p. m. and 8 p. m. on the residence of a wealthy widow ladv named Mrs. Leon P. Smith, at NA. 323 Dean street, while the latter, her son, her sister and a servant girl were on the premises, and, after ransacking the bureau drawers in which the valuables were kept, secured near $2,000 worth of jewelry and a bank note for $3,100. The following are the most valuable portions of the plunder: A diamond cross, seven stones, set in gold, valued at $600. A diamond ring, nine stones, $1S0. A gold watch, with a steamboat on one side and a locomotive on the other, valued at 160. A diamond ring, with three stones, valued at $150. A cluster diamond ring, with nine stones, valued at $150. A gold fly, pearl shaped, with a diamond on the back, diamond in eyes, and the body emerald green and black, valued at $150. In addition to the above were a score or more of minor articles of jewelry, ranging in value from $50 to $5. A note on the National bank of New Jersey, for $3,100, drawn by a brother of Mrs. Smith in her favor, and payable in 30 days, was also carried off, but of course will be worthless to the thieves.