Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 26, Number 43, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1877 — Page 6

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For he Sentinel." -"- TWILIGHT.

BT LKE 0. HARBS. The tired day has gone to rest. And, fondly clasped In his embrace, The twilight leans upon his breast. And, half ashamed to be careaned. Turns to the night her blushing face. Ills burning brow Is hidden, where Her dusky hands In fondness lie; Ills rosy fingers part her hair. That floats upon the evening air, Like banners trailing down the sky. A robe of crimson, streaked with white, Invests htr form In many a fold. One side o'rshadowed by the night. The other, glowing with the light Of day's Imperial garb of gold. A bright tiara crowns her head, The evening star Its central gera, Its light In softened radiance shed Through glittering veils of silver thread. That twine about the aiadem. Thus, blending soul with soul, they die. Still fading slowly from ihe sight. The crimson bars across the sky Are now but broken clouds, that fly. Commingling with the train of night. And night her sable wings expands Above tne portals of the west; A moment thus she waiting stands The day holds up his dying hands, And twilight sinks upon his breast. The crescent moon, that long has lain A stranded shallop, glides away; The host of stars, a solemn traiu. Pass slowly down the azure plain. The funeral cortege of the day. Oh happy day ! whose dying kiss Can lend to death a lover's charms! Oh happy twilight, where Is bliss More sweet, more rapturous than this To perish in that lover's arms? Lewlivllle, Ind., June 3, 1877. THE TAMBOURINE GIRL Karl and Bettine were playing before one of the houses in Eaton square. Karl's hand organ was a very old-fashioned oni, which his father had brought from Germany ; and in the front of it there were grotesque little figures that moved on wires. A pert little lady, in a red skirt and blue bodice, danced a hornpipe with a dashing young soldier in a scarlet uniform, with a white cockade in his hat; and a prim-looking old lady sat in an arm chair, constantly taking pinches of BnafF from a painted box in her hand. Then there was a sprightly little dairy maid, who tripped up and down with a pail of milk poised on her head and a basket of eggs on her arm; and an old grenadier, in a blue coat and yellow breeches, who came nimbly up and held out his cocked hat to passersby for pennies. It was a very pretty sight to see them moring all together; and whenever Karl and Bettine stopped to play :i crowd of children were sure to collect around them. But they put a very few pennies into the old grenadier's hat; and when Karl and Bettine counted their money at night they very rarely found enough to get their supper, without thinking of having any breakfast or dinner next day, except what some kind person at whose house they flayed might give them. Then every week they had to put aside a little money to ay the rent for the little, dark, cheerless bit of a room they had in the very dirtiest part of the city; and they were so afraid of being turned out of that that they very often went without their supper, when they had gained very little money in a day. to save that little for their landlord. Now, for more then a wt-ek Karl bad been ill; this was the first day he had been out, and they had been obliged to spend all the money they had for food, end the rent was due on the next day and not a penny to nay it with. Poor little Ilcttine's heart was almoxt bursting with grief, ad she looked at Karl, so pale and thin and feeble, and thought whit would become of him when tht?y were turned out of their miserable little room, with no shelter, and with no one to rare for them in all the great city. They had always been pes r, but before their father and mother died, the poverty had not been so hard to bear, for they did nd fe?l so lonely and dosoiate then, and their father had been so hopeful and coura g"ou. cheering them always with predictlon.ojof hajp er times All at once Karl began to play "Home, Sureet Horn-." The oran was very old and out of tune, but, for all that, the air was very sweet and touching, and though Bettine had hard it so often, the great tears began to roll down her cheeks, and blinded her eyes so that she could not see her tambourine nor the group of childish faces that surrounded her. She had no recollection of any home save the dreary little attic where they sayed at night; she could not remember the "Vaterland' for which her mother had wept and pined her life away; but that tune always made her sad made her think how terrible it was not to have the memory f a home. Suddenly the door of the great house opened and a richly dressed young lady came out. She was evidently in haste, for the did not even glance at the little tambourine girl nor at the figures in Karl's wonderful organ, but swept hurriedly down the steps to the elegint carriage, with glittering trappings and sleek bay horses that awaited her. Bat, as she passed, something fell from her arm at Bettine's feet, dropping with a metallic ring on the pavement. Bettine stooped and picked it up a gold bracelet set around with stones thU glittered and flashed in the sunshine so that they almost blinded her eyes. She turned quickly to look for the lady, but already the liveried coachman had sprung to his seat, and the carriage was whirling down the street far out of reach of her voice. Then she glanced at the group gathered around the organ. AH the eyes were fixed intently on the moving figures, and no one had seen her pick it up. Here was relief from all their troubles. She knew the bracelet was valuable; it would pay the rent, and buy for Karl poor, sick, patient Karl the strengthening food, and medicine, and freedom from care, which he ao much needed. For one moment a fierce temptation raged in poor Bettine's hea't' but she thought of her mother, and put it proudly back. No, she could die of hunger worse than that, could see Karl suffer for food and shelter but she could not keep what mas aot bars. Just then a rosy cheeked maid put her lead out of a basement window of the great house to see the hand organ. Bettine stepped toward her with a fast beating heart. "Will yon please tell me the name of that lady who lust went away from here, and where she lives?" she asked, timidly. The girl stared at her in astonishment and aid: Thtt is General Faulkner's daughter, and he lives out at Norwood. But what would the hkeao' you be afther askin' about her lorf Bettine didn't stop to answer ber, bat ran pack to Karl, who had collected all the pen

nies he could and was strapping his organ again to his back. What were you asking about this lady for?" he said, as she walked along by bis side. ' " "I found her bracelet, Karl," she answered; and she took the bracelet from her pocket and showed it to him. ' . , lie uttered a quick exclamation of surprise, and a flush lighted up bis sallow countenance. "Bettine, those are diamonds!" said he. "They are worth a mint of money. We can pay the rent, and have enough for food and clothes. You need never be hungry again, my poor little Bettine." "But it isn't ours, Karl," said Bettine. "Yes, it is ourSj" he answered stoutly. "Nobody saw you pick it up, and what is it to those rich people? Only an ornament, whose loss they will forget in an hour, while to us it is life itself." "What would mother have said, Karl?" asked Bettine reproachfully. The flush faded away from his cheek, and he was silent for a moment. "But you don't know where the lady lives," he sakl, hesitatingly at last. "She lives at Norwood, the girl told me. You know where that is, for we have often been there; and when we get there we can inquire where General Faulkner lives." "Well, perhaps you are right. At any rate we might as well starve first as last, there's nothing else left for us," said Karl, gloomily. Sobs almost choked Bettine's utterance, but she choked them bravely back, and said hopefully: "Perhaps the lady will be kind to us, Ksrl; perhaps she will give us something." "Give us something," muttered Karl; "it's much more likely she will accuse us of having stolen the bracelet" "Well, whatever happens, we shall be sure we have done right. And do let us hurry, Karl; for if we don't I'm afraid I can't help keeping it, when I see you so ill and pale and discouraged." And Bettine threw her arms around his neck, and her tears wet his pal cheeks. In a short time they were out of the town walking along the open country, toward Norwood. It was May, and the apple trees in the gardens and orchards by the roadside were covered with pink and white blossoms, whose odor made the whole air sweet. The green fields and the fresh country air were so pleasant after the crowded, stifling city. Bettine's heart began to grow a little lighter and ber step quicker and more elastic; but poor Karl was not to be comforted. lie walked silently along, with his head hanging dejectedly on his breast, and his eyes bent on the ground. Every now and then, alter the noon sun grew to be oppressively warm, he would unstrap his organ and throw himself down by the roadside, and say: "I can't go any further, Bettine; I am so weak I can hardly stand." Bui Bettine would plead, "Only a little further, and you can rest a long time when we get there." And so be would get up again and go on, leaning on Bettine, who made never a word of complaint, though her feet, which had broken through the coarse, clumsy shoes she wore, were bruised and sore, and not a morsel of food had passed her lips that day. But they reached Norwood at last; and the very first person of whom they inquired fold them readily where General Faulkner lived. It was a very nice house, with a winding carriage way and graceful serpentine walks leading up to it; and in front of the house were beds of gay colored tulips, and a broad green lawn, with a fountain in the middle of it, sending up showers of mistlike sprays. As they stood on the steps, Bettine waiting for courage to ring the bell, a servant came out. "Go away," he said angrily, before Bettine had time to tell what she wanted. "We don't want any stragglers nor organ grinders here." 'But we are not going to play," said Bettine. niet-kly. "I want to see Miss Faulkner." "See Miss Faulkner, Indeed!" said the the man, sneeringly. "Did she tell you to come and see her?" ' "No." said Bettine, "but I want to s?e her

for something very important. 1 ve found something Mie lost." "Oh, that's it, is it?" said the man. "Well, you cm give it to me just as well." "No," answered Bettine, sturdily. "I shall give it to Miss Faulkner, and I shan't give it to any one else." "Better let her go in," said a maid appearing in the door. "Miss Faulkner lost a bracelet this morning, and she's making a great fust about it, becsuse 'twas a present to her. Maybe this girl has found it." Then the man let her in, but very reluctantly, and scowling fiercely at Karl, who remained ou'side. Bettine had to wait but a few minutes before Miss Fau'kner appeared. It was the very same lady she bad seen driven away in the carriage, and the came toward her with such a kind smile that Bettine had not the least fear that she would accuse her 01 stealing the bracelet. "I've found your bracelet, ma'am," she said. "You droppeu it when you got into the carriage," and she drew the bracelet from her pocket and put it into the lady's hand and was moving toward the door, but Miss Faulkner detained her. "I want you to tell me all about yourself," she said, "and how you knew where tobring the bracelet." Then Bettine told her her story as meekly and uncomplainingly as possible. She did not mean to tell any of their troubles, but some way Miss Faulkner asked her so many questions and was so kind and sympathizing that she could not help it And when she told about Karl the tears would come to her eyes, and she felt very much ashamed, until she looked at Miss Faulkner aud saw her eyes full of tears too. s Then the lady left the room, and came back in a few moments with a gentleman, a benevolent looking old gentleman, and Bet tine had to tell her story over again to him. Then they sent for Karl to come in ; and after the gentleman had talked a long time with him, they were taken into another room and had the nicest dinner they had either of them eaten in their lives. Afterwards General Faulkner sent them home in a carriage, telling them be would come and see them the next day. Bettine had to rub her eyes every two or three minutes after she got home to be sure that it could have been nothing but a dream, when she saw that same elegant carriage rolling into the little, dirty, narrow street where they lived; and then such a store of good fortune began to look In upon them that Bettine began to fancy, rather, that the old dreary days had been a dream, and her present happiness the only reality. Oeneral Faulkner got Karl a situation in a warehouse, where he earns what seems to Bettine an unheard of sum of money, and hired for them three of the cosiest little rooms you ever saw, in a cottage a little way out of town, where a gool German woman lives, who seems ever so much like Bettine's mother, and Bettine baa nothing to do bat to keep house for herself and Karl; and you may be sure that she is the nicest, tidiest little housekeeper imaginable. The hand organ is put up in a corner of the little kitchen, with Bettine's tambourine hung over it; and sometimes, when Karl comes home at night, he takes the organ out

of the corner and plays "Home, Sweet Home" on it; and though the. old grenadier's joints have crrown a little, stiff by age and inaction, he hobbles up and holds out his cocked bat still, and the gay lady and soldier begin their hornpipe, and the dairymaid carries her eggs ana milk to market, and the snuff-taking old lady is as peraevering as ever; and. though some of the tunes are harsh and out of tone, the melody is still very sweet and plaintive, and brings tears to Bettine's eyes. But they are happy tears, now that she knows what "sweet home" is.

JIILMOOIU'H FAREWELL An Addre to Young Converts. Mr. Moody than began his sermon to the young converts, saying: I want to call your attention to a few verses in the fifth chapter of Galatians, the fruit of the spirit, twentysecond verse: "The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance; against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with affections and lusts. If we live in the spirit let ns also walk in the spirit Let us not be desirous of vainglory, provoking one another, envying one another." Now, this evening I want to call your attention to those nine different graces that are called the fruits of the spirit. We are told in all parts of the word to grow in grace. You will find that people do not get perfect all at once, and you young converts will find that you have no easy road in this world. I never taught that you had an easy time, and never believed it If I did. I soon found out my mistake. Christian life is a warfare; it is a conflict We will rest when we get to heaven, and I don't think there 'will be much rest down here. I think if God wanted us to rest he would take us to heaven without leaving us here to work; and now if we just measure ourselves by these nine tests we can soon tell whether we are in the spirit and are of the spirit as Christ wants us. You know Christ has given all his disciples a badge. Any man or woman who has been born into the spirit carries that sign with them, for He has said "All men shall know that you are my tlisciSles if ye have love one towards another." ow, if these young converts let the root of bitterness spring up in their hearts jealousy envy, malice and bitterness grow in their hearts, that Is a sign you are not growing in Christ because our God is a God of love, and if we have been born of God we will hare that love, and I don't believe a manor woman can do anything for God without this love. The scripture speaka of disciples that is learners, not youn converts, aud I think the latter name is a mistake. To secure these joys of Christianity you must read your Bible every day; you will find it a good deal better guide than your daily newspaper. Let Christ be above all; and personal loyalty to the Son of God will help you through this dark world. As Jon athan loved David so let us love Christ and be willing to give up everything for Him. The next grace we find in these nine things is joy, and there are two words which hold the secret of such a possession word and work. Your dime novels won't feed your soul, the trashy stories you find in some of the weekly papers will not feed the soul, and if you get a taste for God's Book you will lose your taste for all others. I have been accused of saying that I did not want young converts to join churches. I suppose that is another devilish lie. How many times I luve preached from this platform, giving my ideas to young converts and urging them to get into some church as soon as they can. I say now if you can not get into a church on first application, wait and keep knocking. Find some church home, and let me say to these young converts, don't run around to this church and that to hear popular ministers and star preachers. We don't want them. If you can not go into a large church, join a small one and make your influence felt If you want joy go into the church and go to work. Separate yourself from the world and work for Christ. We are living in days of sham, ana let us see to it that we keep clear of them. Give up life rather than give up truth; let us hold on to the Bible of our fathers; let us pray God to give us more faith in the Bible, for it is being attacked now on every side, and then we shall win a crown, as Paul did. Nero took his head, but the God of heaven took bis 9oul. 0, may God give us love and joy in following him. This world is not to be won to Christ by horse-rjeing, theater going, novel reading, tobacco smoking and chewing Christians! Loud applause. Do not clap your hands and stamp your feet, but stand up against these things. ." Now, before bidding you farewell, I want to express our heartfelt thanks to the ministers of Boston tor inviting us to Boston and standing by us during these past four months. I don't know of any citv where we have been wbere the ministers have stood by us better than they have in Boston. We want to than also the citizens of Boston, and the men also who came forward and put up this building. We want to ttank you tonight for what you did, and say that we do not think it has been a waste of money. I want to thank you to-night from the bottom of my heart that your business men have stood by us, and when we asked for $30,000 you laid down the money. I want to thank the committee of fifty and say that there has not been a word of discord in the body since it has been organized. I want to thank tonight the reporters; we have received nothing but love and kindness Irom them, and for what they have done in writing out the blessed tidings and spreading them all over New England through the Bosvon press. The speaker then thanked the ushers, the choir, the policemen, doorkeepers and janitors for their efforts, and said he hoped to meet them all again in the kingdom of God. In concluding, the speaker asked to be forgiven for anything unchristian which he might have said since he had been here. He had tried faithfully to represent his Master, and he asked the people to pray for him and his colleague, and expressed the hope again that by and by they would meet them all in the kingdom of Ood. Returning Musrs tu tu Sea. The Providence Morning 8 tar has a curious and interesting article suggested by the plan of certain French tavants to turn the ocean into the great desert of Sahara, which evidently rose from the sea, and some parts of which are lower than the surrounding seas. After considering the probable effect of such a course on the climatology ot Europe, the Providence paper says: "The calculation is that the Sahara covers 4 000.000 miles, and the seas of the globe 150,000,000. Every foot of water spread over the African desert would lower the sea one-thirty-eighth of a foot If this inland sea were to attain a depth of 80 feet on an average, the whole oceanic world would shrink all around some 26 inches. Wbat would become of our harbor? How could the Cunarders and Star lines get over the bar in New York bay? How Rhode Island would grow in agricultural dimensions and diminish in clam fields! Norfolk would be left as about the only accersible harbor ou our southern coast Holland would save hlf the expense of draining the Zayder Zee." A spotUd coloreu o y ou of the curiosities of the village of Elkhart

BRAZILIAN WONDERS.

Trophies Secured by Ernest Morris, the Young Indianapolis Naturalist, From the Wilderness of Brazil. Description ef tbe Country, People, Kte. New York Sun.l There were 10 human heads dangling on .the top of ebony sticks placed about a bedroom in Moore's hotel, in Fulton street, Brooklyn, last nigh;, and a sickly odor of a tropical plant pervaded the room. Ernest Morris, the Indianapolis boy naturalist, who is 20 years old. sat in a tattered suit at a small table. An attendant, who iatroduced the reporter, removed from each head a white cloth, and exposed the grim, tattooed faces of men and women. They had been preserved lifelike from tlx months to two or three years. The teeth were gone, the eyes had been pulled out, and in their stead were sockets filled with balls of black wax, but the hair hung as natural as on the living human head. "These heads," explained Mr. Morris, "belonged to South American Indians, and were preserved by the Mundurucu nation as our native Indians preserve scalps among their trophies of war. They are the first that have ever been brought to this country, and the first, I believe, that were ever taken from South America, except three which were picked up by traders from a civilized tribe of Indians. Two of these were taken to France and one to Engl md. I returned on Sunday from my second trip to the Brazils, and I have in these heads my proof that I penetrated a region in the south of Brazil whert the face of a white man had not been seen before. The Rio Tapajos, which is a tributary to the Amazon, is well known. It has for its tributaries the Rio San Manuel, the Rio Juenna and the Rio Cnrruru. Professor Hart never went above Itainba, on the Rio Tapajos, and when I got there I was warned to stop. There were 23 falls to ascend, and I was told that the region was wild, the tribes of Indians savage, and the climate almost fatal to the white man, as no trade winds swept up the Tapajos, as on the Amazon. "I got a Mundurucu boy and a boat and determined to see the country which no naturalist had ever seen. I passed up the falls and went up the Rio Curruni, a journey of six days. Then leaving the boat I started with my boy across the campos to look up these wild, tribes. The country through which we went was a wild waste of prairie with here and there islands of jungles rich in tropical foliage. After we had proceeded for two days and a half, living on monkeys, parrots and macaws, suffering everything from the bites of swarms of insects, we saw signs of the savage tribes. I was proceedine ahead and prospecting when suddenly I heard a crackle in the bushes and saw six naked savages with their bows drawn and their white pointed arrows aimed at my body. My heart leaped, and I shrieked out in the language my guide had taught me, 'Don't shoot a friend, a brother.' I at once approached them with the gewgaws, of which I had a stock, and I bought their bows for a knife and a few pocket mirrors. They conducted me into their village, but before the other savages welcomed me they sent me out some 'dawn' cakes, which I could smell before they reached me. These were very offensive, but I was told that if I did not eat them, tbe chief would not permit me to come to the village. I ate, but it was a forced nieaL I am told that this food, whch is made up in a quantity and kept in cakes, can be smelled ten miles off, but I do not believe this. 'I discovered that there were about 2,300 of these Mundurucus. They have no employment, and they seem to live to make war on the five tribes about them, which inhabit tbe country between the San Manuel and the Juenna. Only one of these tribes, so far as I could learn, are cannibals. These eat the brains of their enemies. Tbe Mundurucus are men of large stature. They let their hair grow very long, and, as you will observe from these heads of their neighbors, the hair is soft They shave their foreheads, pushing the hair back as far as possible. They are entirely node: but the chiefs and the warriors, when they go to battle, wear about their loins a girdle, which is made of the shell of a nut, cut to about the size and thape of a lead pencil point, drilled through with a fish bone, and strung by the thousands on a string made of the inner pith of a tree. They wind this girdle round and round heir bodies, using up two or three hundred feet of the string in one girdle. There are no marriages among them. The women live together in one part of the village and the men in another. Each man is at liberty every morning to select any woman he wants for the day, but the chief has always the first choice. The weapons of war consist of an Indian club and a bow and arrow. Tbe warriors are unerring in their aim. The barb of tbe arrow is made of a curved bone taken from a monkey. Both of its points are exposed, so that when it is driven into the flesh it is impossible to draw it out without greatly increasing - the wound. Much time is spent preparing ' for war. When they make an attack on the enemy they at once seize the wounded and dead of their foe. and speed away with them. At a proper distance they cut' the head off of each body close to tbe shoulders, rake out the brains and all the flesh tbey can, and then hasten back to their own village to begin the work of preservation before the flesh begins to mortify. The teeth of the heads are all pulled out for necklaces. The eyes are plucked out, and then tbe heads are smoked over a fire made of carrocopowpow root, which has the property of making dead flesh crumble. It was very difficult for me to learn the name of the root, and I was wholly unable to find the tree from which it was taken. I managed to steal one piece of it from the but where it was concealed. As the smoke of the root acts on the flesh it ehrinks tbe skin to tbe bone, so that ' the skin of tbe neck draws over the base of the head like the head of a drum. The hole that remains in the center Is left open to receive the ebony stick, on which each warrior carries a head. When tbe hair is too long it is cut off for the decoration of the bows. The eyes are filled with this black wax, in which these parallel white fish bones are placed, in imitation of the natural eye. These beads are used to decorate the huts of the village. Tbey last a lifetime, and as they accumulate tbey are buried. Tbey are prized very little after tbeir annual feast which lasts two or three dajs, and as I happened there then I was able to buy these for a few trinkets." Each one of the ghastly trophies, over which the young naturalist grew so enthusiastic, had a coil of twine fastened into each ear, and from some of these dangled long strips of beautiful feathers, golden, crimson and purple, from the plumage of the birds of the Brazilian forests. Tbe ears, Mr. Morris explained, were pierced in youth, and tbe twine ran in and out of the holes and wrapped in coils to receive the decorations. The head of a chief of the Fara-be-te-

te tribe had'aro-nd its forehead a beautiful ' head dress of golden feathers from the I macaw, which he had worn as a mark of j distinction. One head, that of an old man . of about GO years, was filled with red naint

which on being removed in some places, revealed the gray hair, which it had been used to hide. A head of one savage was not wholly cured. The marks of the club which caused his death are yet on the back of the head. He was killed last February. There are also in the collection the heads of two or three women, but it would puzzle a novice to distinguish them from the others. A number of naturalists have visited Mr. Morris since his arrival, and several persons have offered him large sums for one of his heads, but he has refused them. He expects to carry them to his home in Indianapolis, and then to return to South America for further explorations. He goes out under the patronage of no one but his father, and has not visited Rio Janeiro for any government favors. RUSSIA'S PROGRESS. Tbe Ambition of Her Emperors Her Great Weakneas. From the Edinburgh Review. Russia reached the mouths of her rivers long ago, and has got beyond them, unless the Danube is also to be reckoned as a Russian stream. Yet the exertions of the Russian government to augment its military lorces were ntver greater than they have been in the last six years. She had already the power to bring half a million of men into the field. But the grand measure of universal conscription sanctioned by the ukase of January 1, 1875, will add another half million to that number of her active troops, and another million to the reserve. These enormous forces can only be raised and maintained for aggressive purposes. The territory of Russia is invulnerable. Nobody has the slightest interest in attacking it, unless she begins by attacking some one else. If attacked, as she was in 1812, she may rely on her climate, her extent and the patriotism of her population for effectual defence. Setting aside ambitious considerations, we should say that to burden a poor and thinly populated country with the maintenance of an enormous army is the most mischievous policy that can be conceived. It is a perpetual drain on the manhood of the empire. It enormously weakens its productive powers. It leads to a frightful waste of life. When the Emperor Nicholas 'once expressed his surprise at the inferiority of the men in bis army to the seamen of his fleet in point of discipline and condition, Count Woronzow replied that what the army wanted was 'more food and less drill." Hundreds of thousands of human beings have been sacrificed iu the last fifty years to the stupid pride of exhibiting to the world the shows and pageants of a great military establishment. What renders this state of things still more lamentable and extraordinary is that the Russians are not a warlike or combative people. Even in their drinking bouts they do not fight They are entirely ignorant of all that goes on abroad and entirely indifferent to glory. Nor can any conceivable benefit accrue to the people oi Russia by threatening and molesting their neighbors, or by the acquisition of territory, of which they have already more than enough. If their country were attacked they would defend it with undaunted courage, but as a race of men there is no people in the world less disposed to slaughter their neighbors. Military service is with them the result of absolute, blind, unquestioning obedience. They submit to it as they submit to a law of nature, because they are docile and brave. Yet surely military service, as it is understood in Russia, is the most detestable form of slavery; for a peaceful peasant is conVerted by it, without the least will of his own, into a bloodhound, a destroyer, or a victim. And this burden is now hung with redoubled weight upon the back of every peasant in the empire. The whole community is crushed by it. Military service is the primary obligation of life, and must affect every other relation of society. PROGRESS OF RUSSIA. Her Growth In Territory and Its Invnl. nerabliity. Edinburgh Review. Russia reached the mouths of her rivers long ago, and has got beyond them, unless the Danube is also to be reckoned as a Russian stream. Yet the exertions of the Russian government to augment its military forces were never greater than they have been in the last six years. She had already the power to bring half a million of men into tbe field, but tbe grand measure of universal conscription sanctioned by the ukase of January 1, 1875, will add another half million to that number o her active troops, and another million to the reserve. These enormous forces can only be raised and maintained for aggressive purposes. The territory of Russia is invulnerable. Nobody has the slightest interest in attacking it unless she begins by attacking some one else. If attacked, as she was in 1812, she may rely on her climate, extent and the patriotism of her population for effectual defence. Setting aside ambitious considerations, we should say that to burden a poor and thinly populated country with the maintenance of an enormous army is tbe most mischievous policy that can be conceived. It is a perpetual drain on the manhood of the empire. It enormously weakens its productive powers. It- leads to a friehtful waste of life. When the Emperor Nicholas once epressed his surprise at the inferiority of the men in his army to tbe seamen of his fleet In point of discipline and condition, Count Woronzow replied that what the army wanted was "more food and les drill." Hundreds of thousands of human beings have been sacrificed in the last 50 years to the stupid pride of exhibiting to the world the shows and pageants of great military establishment What renders this stage of things still more lamentable and extraordi nary is that the Russians are not a warlike and combative people. , Even in tbeir drinking bouts they do not fight. Tbey are entirely ignorant of all that goes on abroad and entirely indifferent to glory. Now can any conceivable benefit accrue to tbe people of Russia by threatening and molesting tbeir neighbors, or by acquisition of territory, of which tbey have already more than enough. If their country were attacked they would defend it with undaunted courage, but as a race of men there is no people in the world less disposed to slaughter their neighbors. ' Military service is with them the result of absolute, blind, unquestioning obedience. Tbey submit to it as they submit to a law of nature, because they are docile and brave. Yet surely military service, as it is understood in Russia, is tbe most detestable form of slavery; for a peaceful peasant is converted by it, without the least will of his own, into a bloodhound, a destroyer or a victim. And this burden is now hung with redoubled weight upon tbe back of every peasant in the era Dire. The whole community is crushed by it. Military service is the primary obligation of life, and must affect every other relation of society. An Oil City goat climbed into the house of a lawyer of that city recently, and broke about $50 worth of china, lit evidently had little respect for the law.

OXE SHOT. " " - - Details of tbe Deatrnetlon or a Turkish Moni lor. A correspondent of the London Daily News, writing from Galatz May 13, gives some interesting details of the first Turkish monitor destroyed by the Russians: The branch of the Danube known as the old Danube extends from Hersova to opposite Braila. On this branch is situated the Turkish fortress of Malchin, and into this branch are penned by the Russian batteries at both ends a portion of the Turkish flotilla. On Friday afternoon the Turkish turret ship, the same whose passage up the stream recently terrified Galatz, steam. ed out from Matchin, followed b two gunboats, and athal'-past 3 was stationary i nder cover of the wooded end of the isl ind, with its three masts visible above the trees. The Russian gunners from the batteries close to Braila, below the Roumanian barracks, opened fire from their light guns, the range being about four kilometres, but without effect The general officer present gave directions for two eight-inch guns of position, mounted in the battery, to come into action. The first shot had no effect The second shot fired at a high elevation with a low charge, dropped on the deck of the turret ship, and must have crushed down into the powder magazine. Immediately a tremendous flash and glare shot up from the interior of the doomed craft, followed by a heavy white smoke which hung like a pall. Through this white cloud there shot up to a great height a spurt of black fragments of all shapes and sizes. When the smoke drifted away all that was visible of the turret ship was her stern, with the mizen mast standing, whence still fluttered the Turkish flag. The ship had gone down by the head in shallow water. The fore and main masts were blown out at once. The Russian steam launches put off from Braila, boarded the wreck, gained the flag, gathered some of the debris and picked up two . men, the fireman and the engineer, both severely injured. One has since died. The other is still alive in the hospital. He reports, the turret ship to have had a crew of 200 men, under the command of Kezim Bey. Fragments of the wreckage were picked up down the stream at Galatz. The Russian enthusiasm in the battery was intense, and the officers embraced each other. The Turkish gunboats hnrried away abruptly on the exElosion of the turret ship, but returned an our later, and fired on the Russian launches enraged in the work of humanity. . The name of the turret ship was the Lutfidiel. Its armament was five guns, of which two were nine-inch and two fiveinch. The captain, a pasha, was on shore. Spies report that the intention was for the turret ship to lie quiet till next morning, and then bombard B:ail.

The bravest girl in Australia is Grace Vernon Busselt. The steamer Georgette was wrecked off the west coast, near Perth; a small boat had been capsized in the surf and women and children were struggling in the water. On the crest of a precipitous cliff appeared the figure of a young lady on horseback. To the sailors on the stranded vessel it seemed utterly impossible that a horse and its rider should be able to descend that precipice. But the young lady never faltered. She plunged down at full speed, and reaching the shore, spurred her horse into the boiling surf. There were two lines of roaring breakers. With splendid pluck she dashed through them and reached the boat to which the affrighted women and children were clinging. Her horse stumbled over a hawser which stretched between the wreck and the small boat; but she clung to tbe saddle and bronght tbe women and children to land. There was still a man left on board the boat She S lunged into the breakers ana in and brought im safe to the shore. While those whom she had saved were rescuing those who re raained on the wreck, the heroic girl, drenched with tbe sea foam and half fainting with fatigue, galloped a dozen miles home to have relief sent to the half-drowned, halfnaked folks whom she bad left on tbe beach. Her sister, Mrs. Brockman, took horse, galloped that nifcht through the woods to tbe shore, taking tea, milk, sugar and flour for the destitute people; and the next day the rescued wer brought to Mr. Brock man's house and cared for. The anxiety and excitement proved fatil to Mrs. Brockman, who took a severe cold, and died eventually of brain fever. Grace Vernon Bussell still lives. The late R. M. Cor wine, of Cincinnati, has left a will, in which he says to his children: "I enjoin upon them tbe duty of affection and respect and confidence toward my said wife, Dessie M. Corwine. She has been an affectionate, devoted and faithful wife to me in all relations, and more especially in times of illness, for which I bless and honor her. . She has as well been an affectionate, tender . and careful mother to my sons and daughter. I pay this tribute to her as the dying words of a loving father to his sons and daughter, and most earnestly pray that they will cultivate, cherish and honor her for my sake as ' well as her own. I pray that the peace and concord of my household may be preserved in love and unity in tbe future as it baa . been in tbe past The Lord will bless you for this, and I shall look down from my place above in loving kindness and acknowledgment to you alL" Mrs. Corwine was a -second wife, and the niece of Generalf Thomas A. Morris, of Indianapolis. "Transfusion of blood" is one of the medical theories which Mr. Charles Reade an-, folds in his novels. Tbe experiment was recently made in Liverpool, and a reckless but good natured man died through his will-, ingness to contribute to another's restoration to health. He was not in sound health himself when bis veins were opened, and his blood was shed for the sake of bis friend, and he invited death by drinking heavily after tbe operation had been performed. It was a useless sacrifice; bis blood did not save the life of his friend; their deaths came close together. "Death from misadventure" was the commonplace verdict of the coroner's jury; but it was accompanied by a presentment to the effect that sufficient inquiry was not made by the medical men as to the man's habits and physical condition, and that he did not receive sufficient caution as to the risk he was runnlug ia giving his blood to his sick friend. .There was nothing dramatic about the escape of tbe Borgia fr.im'the Connecticut State prison. Mrs. Lydia Sherman has been 1 unwell for some time, and has been in the habit of leaving the door of ber cell open so that ehe could make her wants known to the matron if she should be taken suddenly ill. While tbe matron was making the round of the cells on the Upper tier, the Borgia crept out of ber cell. Crawled down stairs, unbolted the kitchen door, and walked out It was soon after midnight and she wore only a white skirt a dark skirt, a dark shawl, a bonnet, and shoes. ' Early on Wednesday morning tbe matron was in a flutter; she looked hitth ' and low in the kitchen and . under all the beds, hut could not find the' lady who had poisoned three husbands and' five or six children. The Borgia was sentenced to imprisonment at Weathersfield for life, and has been there between four and five years, aud is now in her 53d year.