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BT KDWARB FAWCKTT. Oh, the rain bas many fitful moods Ere the merry mmmer closes From the first chirp of the robin broods To tbe ruin of tbe rosea t Through the sunshine's gold her glitter steals. In tbe doubtful April weather, .When the world seems trying how It feels To be sad and glad together. Ifow ana then, on quiet, sultry eves. From her low, persv tent patter, fehe would seem confiding to the leaves An extremely solemn matter. Then, again, yon see her from the sky Huc-h a mighty flood unfolding That yon wonder If Old Eartb knows why It receives so hard a scolding.

Yet we learn to fancy, day by day. As we watch her softly shining, That she has no cloud, however gray, But it wears a silver lining. For In autumn, though with tears she tells How the lands grow sad and darken. Yet in spring ber drops are tinkling bells For the sleeping flowers to hearken. And her tinted bow seems Love's own proof, ' As It gleams with colors seven LlKe a stately dome upon tbe roof Of her palace, high In heaven ! St. Nicholas.

A DAMNING BUTTON. How It Led to th Punishment or a Crime. Jane Bussy kept a small huckster shop in : sv narrow street in that part of Sheffield, England, known as Hallamsbire. In the rear of the shop was a kitchen, and a stalr- " way led to tbe rooms above. Tbe woman v lived aLjne, and was reputed to be rich, I "hough ot a very miserly disposition. She nad resided there five years, and, so reserved and unsocial had she been, that no one had .'ever been beyond the confines of tbe little '. shop. Great, consequently, was the surprise of Jane's neighbors when they discovered thai a young couple had come to reside with her, who called her aunt. These people were about 25 years of age, and appeared to be of the better class. Soon after their ar- - rival new furniture was procured for tbe house, and the place soon assumed a neat and well kept air. The narrative which follows begins on January 0, 1834. On the evening of that day, at about 7 o'clock, Mrs. . Bussy was seated in her little shop knitting, when a stranger entered. lie asked for a button to match one he presented, and the womm turned aside and handed down a - drawer containing buttons. "Where is the button?" Mrs. Bussy asked. "It is here," the man replied, and laid a . large metal button on the counter, such as is worn by coachmen, and on it was a crest. All the metal, except a small part of the edge, was stained and had lost its polish. THE WOMAH AlfD THE BCTTOX. As the woman gazed at the button she turned deadly pile and clutched the counter, gasping for breath. " ou are ill," the man said, "let me get . you a drink of water." . "Never miud," the woman answered. "I am subject to spasms, and this will soon pass oil. I can't match this button." "I don't expect yon to match it, except in . size," said the man. "I tell you I can't match it," the woman . answered almost angrily. Tbe man looked surprised and passed out into the street. After he had gone a short way he remembered that he had left the button on the -counter, and returned for.it When he entered the shop no one was there. There was a light in the rear room, and he beard voices within. He knocked once or tw'.ce with his knuckles on the counter, but th'Te was no response. Then he went toward tbe glass door and looked into the rear room. The woman whom he had before seen and a younger woman and a mm were .standing oy a aide tame, PASSING THE BUTTON fBOM HARD TO HA5D, and closely examining it, conversing the while in whispers. All ot them had a hurried, frightened look. Tbe stranger was puzrled, ana afer a moment's hesitation he knocked at the door. There was a shuttling of feet and the closing of a door, and the next moment the woman came from the room in to the shop. "I left the button here," the straxger said. "Did you?" the woman said, and pretended to look around tor it. "Ob, here it is," ahe at length said, pretending to find it and handing it to him. He thanked her and retired. On the 20th of the same month, this man, whose name was Wade, and who was the junior member of the firm of Briggs, E&ston -Sc Wade, iron founders, of Matterhorn and Sheffield, whs requested to go down to Thornbary, in Glocestersbire, to supenntemi the putting np iron rails and fences in tbe park of a wealthy land owner. This was an unusual thing lor the hrm to do, but the order was lare, and some of the railings were of a massive character, and were to be fixed after a given model. Mr. Wade went by coach part of the way, aud by post chaise tbe remainder. Hit journey, bowever, bas nothing to do with this story beyond the fact that it ended at Thornbury. Mr. Wade, on visiting Fobell court, the place whither his business called bin?, was not a little surEnsed to hnd that on tbe livery of Mr. r oell's servant was A BCTTOX PRECISELY SIMILAR to that which the reader has already seen in Mr. Wade's possession. He spoke of tbe circumstance, and said that one of his children flicked np the button in the garden, but how t came tnere he could not say. The boy tied string to the button and used it for his top, and a younger son cried to have it The father took the button and tried to get one the same size, and that is how he came to call on. Mrs. Bussy. Mr. Fobell expressed bis surprise at tbe button finding it way so far north, and the conversation grew until Mr. Wade referred to the fact that the batton was stained. "Jt was a fancy," he said "a mere fancy but I used to think the stain looked like blood." For the second time Mr. Wade bad witnessed A STKAHGS SCZXK rEODCCID BT THI BCTTOx! the first time by the sight of it, and the second time by a description of it Mr. Fobell, at the mention of tbe stain and its resemblance to blood, turned pale as -death and uttered an exclamation of agony. "Great God!" he exclaimed; a stain of blood?" "No, sir," Mr. Wade replied, "it was only xny foolish fancy, and I regret that I mads such a senseless r mark." "Alas, you don't know what a dreadful circumstance your remark has called to . mind," Mr. Fobell said, and then he related the following harrowing narrative: "On Christmas eve, 1829, my youngest son, Charles Fobell, was murdered in his bed. Owing to my frequent absences in the West Indies, where I own large estates, the boy bad been suffered to run wild, and he got entangled with a girl in the village. Her friends had driven him to promise to marry ' ber, and be was just about to do so when I reached horut. I eatily induced him to re- ' frain, and very soon managed by kind treat Q lent to get him. under control. The friends

of the girl did all in their power to decoy him from home and my influence, but they

failed. He had got over his infatuation lor the girl, and was freed from the enthrallment When THE GIKL GAVE BIRTH TO A CHILD I caused all to be done that was last and after the death of the child placed tbe girl in a good situation. Her mother I took into my employ as a heed domestic, and she seemed satisfied. For five years things con tinued thus. Charles would be of age on Christmas day, 1329, and I had resolved to make him a handsome present I had procured for that purpose nine thousand pounds sterling in the bank of England notes and one thonssnd pounds in gold. We were to bare a great day on the morrow, and we induced Charley to retire early. His elder brother and I were in the library tying np the gold and notes and planning bow we should deposit it in Charles' room, where he would find it the first tiling when he awoke on bis birthday. While we were doing this the mother of the girl already spoken of was in the dining room adjoining, arranging the apartment. We spoke of our intention, and she no doubt overheard us. There was an entrance to Charles' sleeping apartment bv a dressing room, and we bad procured the key of the dressing room door, which opened on the corridor. When we had ascertained that Charles was probably asleep we entered the dressing room and placed the bag containing the gift on the table by the bedside, with an open note stating that it was a birthday gift from me and his elder brother. Then we J uittdd the room and locked the door of tbe resting room behind us. I passed out first and my eon pressed on me and said, half laughingly, ' ir I BKLIKVKD IX GHOSTS "I should say that I saw one in the shadow of tbe dressing room this moment." "Oh, nonsense," I said, "i t must be fancy 1" Nevertheless, I opened the door and looked in. Nothing was visible. 1 had half a mind to pass around the apartments and satisfy myself that no one was there. Would to God that I bad done so. We quitted the spot and retired. Once in the night I was awakened by what seemed the claaging of a door, but alter that all was still, and I fell asleep. "Next morning all assembled at breakfast except Charles. We waited but he did not come. I suggested that his brother should go and s e what delayed him. " 'He is counting nis treasure,' said his mother; but I confess 1 began to feel strangely nervous. My eldest son had gone up stairs, and I walked out into the ball. Presently I heard a cry a shriek and the sound of rushing footsteps. My eldest boy appeared at the head of the stairs with horror in every feature. 'Oh, father! he gasped. 'Charles is dead murdered!' "I heard no more. It was too true. There he lay on bis bed, with a treacherous stab wound in bis heart Tbe bag of money was gone, and so was the mother of tbe girl whom the foolish boy had seduced. The blood had spouted from the wound and coven-d the t'.ble on which the money had been lying. And now you may wonder WHAT A BUTTON HAD TO DO WITH THIS DREADrCL CRIME. "I will tell you. When we bad put the money in the bag I proposed to seal it and I put on the wax. My ring, however, made too small and light an impression, and my eon suggested one of our livery buttons, on which was a large crest He got a button, and then, in a playful humor, said: " 'Father, let us stick tbe button on the wax and leave it there.' "He did f o, and when you spoke of a button similar to ours, bearing a stain as of blood, I could not but remember the dread ful night and tbe fact that more than likely my youngest child's blood bad stained tbe button which we bad placed on the wax." "Was the murderer discovered?" Mr. Wade inquired. Never," was the reply. "So one had any doubt that it was the mother of the girl who infatuated my boy that perpetrated the awful crime, and stole the money, but all search for her was unavailing." When Mr. Wade returned to Sheffield he took into his confidence a Mr. Smith, who was a lawyer and a shrewd man. Mr. Wade had bought the place on Norfolk street, where he resided, nearly five years before, and bad torn down the old building and erected a new one. It was ascertained that the red bouse was formerly occupied by a Mrs. Uaker, who rented come oi her rooms. Mrs. Baker was found, and on visiting Mrs. Bu?sy's shop she identified, ber as a woman who lived in ber house for about a month. The theory of Mr. Wade and Mr. Smith, the lawyer, was that Mrs. Bussy was the real murderer of Charles t obeli, and the couple with her were her daughter and her daughter's husband. All the facts were now communicated to Mr. Fobell, who thereupon visited Sheffield. On going to Mrs. Bussy's shop, however, it wai found that she had removed and none knew whither. THE BOW STREET RCXXERS OB DETECTIVES were procured from London, and a search was begun. It occupied six montbs and spread over a large tract, nevertheless it was fruitless. One day Mr. Wade had occasion to visit Thorne. where the firm were bavins a small vessel constructed On passing "through a village between Don caster and 1 borne, named Wheatley. a violent rain-storm came on, and Mr. Wade drew up his gig under a shady tree. Immediately after a pba?ton was driven by. A man and woman were in front and a woman in the rumble. The latter Mr. Wade identified as the missing Jane Busjy. He was cot observed, and in spite of the storm he determined to pursue tbe pbte ton. At the end of the vil'age it turned np a lane, and when Mr. Wade reached tbe p. ace be (aw tbe ph:eton before the gate of a cottage, about a hundred yards beyond the junction. Driving np a little further be stopped at a roadside inn, and ascertained that the persons wbom be bad seen in the phietou lived at the cottage. Next day Jane Bnvy and her companions, Mary and Thomas 8ira&g, were arrested. Jane was identified beyond question as Jemina Berty, the murderer of Charles Fobell, and the younger woman as ber daughter. The eider woman was tried at Gloucester assizes forHhe crime and convicted. The day before ber execution she made A full cosrtsaiojr. For years after her admission .into tbe family of Mr. Fobell she had contemplated the killing of Charles as a retributive act for tbe seduction of her daughter. The liberality of Mr Fobell to the girl, and his procuring for ber a position greatly superior to any one she could otherwise have hoped for, induced the mother to forbear, in the hope that perhaps something might bring Charles and the girl together again, and marriage might yet result. When, on the fatal night, she overheard the conversation of the father and the eldest son, and learned that a' very large sum of money was to be deposited in Charles' bed room as a birthday gift, she resolved to get possession of the money at all risks, and thus avenge ber wrongs. With no fixed plan in her mind, she seized a carving knife and ran np stairs. Stationing herself Jn a recess of tbe corridor, she saw Mr. Fobell and his son enter the dressing room of Charles' apartments. They passed out of sight and left the door ajar. This seemed

the very opportunity that she desired. She

swliuy glided into tbe room, ana naa nsreiy time to reach the shade, when Mr.' Fobell and his son returned from the inner room. As she saw them she couched to one side. and then it was, doubtless, that young Fobell caught " A AS 15 DISTINCT GLIMPSE OF HIE FORM, causing the remark that if be I lie ved in ghosts he should reel disposed to tay that be had seen one. Instantly on the doors being locked by Mr. Fobell she moved into the chamber. A rush of l'ght was burning on a low stool by the fire, and she could see all that was in the room. At the moment that Mr. Fobell again unlocked tbe door and glanced into tbe dressing room, tbe woman had placed her hand on tbe bag ot money. The sound of the lock almost paralyzed her. She replaced the money aud glided behind the curtain of the bed. Listening intently she again heard the door closed and locked. As she came forth from among tbe folds of the heavy curtain Ler foot caught and the curtain was drawn violently. Tne rattling of the rings aroused Charlie, who lay on his back asleep, and he half arose on his elbow. Fearful of discovery the woman drove the knife into the young man's brtast. He half sprang out of bed, and the blood spouted out over tbe floor and tne table, and BTAI5ED THE BAO AND HVTTOS. Then the woman feeling satisfied that the youth was dead, unlocked tbe door of his chamber, took tbe bag ot money, passed out, relocked the door on the outside and pushed the key under the door. Then she went to her room, and put on two dresses and two shawls. She emitted the dwelling by a rear door, and finding the bundle heavy dug a hole and buried all the gold ecept about fifty sovereigns. Then she passed out at a gate, walked by the river side for about a mile, and afterward sought the highway. At daylight she reached a small town and walked through it. On tbe other side she threw off a dress and shawl and crammed them and her bonnet into a drain. Here she tied a handkerchief around her head and retraced ber steps through town. By this means she effectually threw her pursuers off the track. She finally reached Shrewsbury, and journeyed thence to Sheffield. In the meantime her daughter bad married a designer in metals, and by a strange coincidence be was offered employment in Sheffield, and had to pass through the very street where Jane Busy worked to his employment One evening he took his wife to see the place where he passed his days, and in the little huckster's shop she discovered her mother. The murder was known, of course, to the daughter and ber husband, but not until now did the latter know that the supposed murderer was his wife's mother, lie was a mn who had en eye to the main chance, and the price of bis silence and submission was a share of the money which tbe woman had stolen. Jane Bossy was banged at Gloucester. Her daughter was not proceeded against and she and her husband removed to another part of the country. Eloquent Tempera nee Extract. The great and gifted Thomas F. Marsha l, of Kentucky, once upon a time delivered a temperance lecture In tbe hall of the house of representatives in Washington before the congressional total abstinence society, of which tbe following is one of the most elo quent passages: "Sir, I would not exchange the physical sensations, tbe mere sense of animal being, that belongs to a man who totally refrains from ell that can intoxicate his brain or de range his nervous structure the elasticity with which he bounds from his couch in the morning the sweet repose it yields him at night the feeling whicb be drinks In through his clear eyes, the beauty and grandeur of surrounding nature; 1 say, sir, 1 would not exchange my conscious being as a strictly temperate man, the sense of renovated youth, the glad play with which my pulses now beat healthful music, the bounding vivacity with which the blcod courses its exulting way through every fibre of my frame, the communion high which my healthful ear and eye now hold with all the gorgeous unl verse of God the splendors ot morning, the softnr ss of tbe evening eky tbe b'oom, tbe beauty, the verdure of the earth, the mu5c or tne air and waters with all tbe grand associations of external nature reopened to tne one avenue oi sense; no, sir, tbo' pov erty draeged me though scorn pointed its slow fingers at me as I passed though want and destitution and every element of earthly misery, save crime, met my waking eye from day to day; not for the brightest and noblest wreath that ever encircled a statesman's brow not if some angel commissioned by heaven or some demon sent from hell to test the strength of virtuous res olution should tempt me back, with all tbe honors which a world can bestow; not for all tbat earth can give wou'd I cas-t from me this pledge of a liberated mind, this talisman against temptation, and plunge again into dangers and horrors tbat once beset my path; so h-lp me heaven, as I would spurn be neath my very feet all the gUts tbe universe could oQer. and live And die as I am, poor and sober." The Code or Honor. Colonel Montgomery was shot in a duel about a dog; Colonel Ramsey in one about a servant; Mr. Featherstone in one about a recruit; Sterne's father in one about a goose, and another gentleman in one about an acre of anchovies. One officer was challenged for merely asking his opponent to enjoy the second goblet, and another was compelled to right about a pinch of snuff. General Berry was challenged by a Captain Smith for declining wine at dinner on a steamboat, although the general pleaded as an excuse that wine invaribly made him sick; and Lieutenant Cowther le-st his life in a duel because he refused admittance to a club of pigeon shooters. In 1770 .a duel occurred in New York city between Lieutenant Fcatherstonebangh, of tbe Seventy-sixth, and Captain Mcl'herson, of tbe Forty-tblrd British regiment in regard to tbe manner of eating an ear of corn one contending tbat tbe best eating was from tbe cob. and the other tbat the grain should be cutoff from tbe cob before eating. Lieutenant Featherstonebaugh lost bis right arm; tbe ball from bis antagonist's pistol shattered tbe limb dreadfully, so that it had to be amputated. Graham, Major Noah's assistaut editor on tbe National Advocate, lost his life in 182!); at the dueling ground in lloboken, with Barton, the son in-law of Edward Livingston, in a simple dispute about "what was trumps" in a game of cards. I'renervlaa; Timber. Among the various methods of preserving the ends of telegraph poles, fence posts, and other wooden objects inserted in the ground, re charring and coating with coal or other forms of tar; but it ia said that while neither mode of treatment alone is sufficient, the two combined answer every purpose, the tar filling up the pores of the charred surface, which in itself is Indestructible, and prevents the absorption of moisture from the ground into the interior unaltered portion of the wood. In time tbe tar is converted into a kind of resin which Is very durable. ' King Alfonso and Queen Mercedes, of Spain, did their courting during the two weeks preceding their marriage by tele-phone.

CIIRISTIAlf PEOPLE.

Wbs They are, nod Hew They are Attending; to Bualuess. Beautiful feet are those that go On kindly ministries to and fro Down lowliest wais,u God wiaaitso. Beautiful shoulders are those that bear Velesa burdens of homely cure, . With patient grace and daily prayer. -. Beautiful lives are those that bless . Hllent river of happiness. Wfione mciuen iounuuns out lew may guess. - We bave always thought we would like to die on tbe 30th of February. - A new Catholic daily, called the Evening Post, is published in Montreal. t ' The Nihilists in Russia thow their con tempt for religion by smoking cigarettes in cathedrals and churches. Bishop Ireland's four Catholic colonics 'in Minnesota are doing handsomely, and far exceeding the most sanguine expectations. Bishop Seymour will assume direction of his diocese, Springfield, Illinois, early in July, and bas so notified tbe standing com mittee. The Rev. Dr. John Dowling, a prominent Baptist minister of New York and author of a well known history of Romanism, bas become insane. f Tbe Rev. Dr. McAnally, editor of the St. Louis Christian Advocate, is writing a complete history of the Methodist Episcopal church south. It is too late in tbe day to question Mr. Bryant's orthodoxy. How strange it is that the paganism of Tlianatopsis was not discovered long ago. The New York religious nevapaper agency bas just published in pamphlet form Dr. Bellows' funeral sermon in memoriazn of WiJliam Cullen Bryant Mr. Kimball last Sunday relieved the Berkeley street church. Boston, of a $25,000 debt. The pastor, the Rev. W. B. Wright is a Cincinnatian by birth. The Baptist publication society bas applications for the appointment of more Sunday school missionaries than It can put in the field. It wants cash donations. "A little sfarvati 'n," says Mr. Beeoher, "is a means of grace now and then." A little bread often possesses more religion than a whole sermon; at least with the hungering. Bible distribution is dilijently carried on at the great Paris show. Everybody, of everv nationality, who will receive it is banded a copy of the New Testament in his own tongue. The forty hours' devotion begins' to-raor-morrow morning at Sc. Philip de Neri's church, tbe convent of the little sisters of the poor, and the church of our lady of consolation, Chestnut Hill. Tbe celebrated sculptor, Giulio Tadolinl, ha? a commission from a wealthy American to execute a bust of Pope Leo XIII. in bronze. Hi j holiness has granted the artist four sittings, the result being a highly .satis factory likeness. Tbe old building long occupied by tbe first rrcsbywrian church, or Wilimington. has been changed into a ball for tbe meeting of the historical. society . of Delaware end a depository of documents bearing on tbe history of tbe state. The ministerial union, at its quarterly meeting next Monday, will discuss the ques tion: "is tnere a tendency to the undue multiplication of churches in our cities, towns, and villages?" Tbe ILev. A. Rltten hobse will open the discussion. A solemn novena "in honor of the heart of JeMis".began in St. Joseph's church (Wil ling's alley) on last Thursday, the feast of Corpus Cnristi, and will continue through out tbe octave of that holy day. ending on next Friday with tbe renewol of the "act of consecration of the sacred heart " Two beneficed graduates ot the English universities are to be admitted shortly by Bihop Gngg to the ministry of the reform ed episcopal cnurch, who will begin work conjointly in an important sea side place in the iiioctse of Chichester, England. At a church festival in a little Missouri village the people in qaes-t of refreshments bad to choose between a sumptuous repsst served by negro waiters and an exceedingly plain one disen9ed by the prettiest girls in ice village. Honors were about even. There are in the United States 23,908 Baptist churches, but only 14,50(3 ministers of that persuasion. Some of the churches, bowever, are very small and weak ana unable to support minister. In many parts of tbe south and west several churches club together under the care of one minister. Coleridpe: Never yet did there exist a full faith in the divine word which did not expand the intellect while it purified the heart; which did not multiply the alms and objects of the undtrstandirg, while it fixed and simplified those of the desires and feelincs. A vilUjH clergyman, accosted by an old acquaintance by the name of Cocb, replied: "I on't know you, sir." "My Dame is Cobb, sir," rejoined the man, who was about half seas over. "Ah. sir," said the minister, "yoa have so much corn on tbat I did not see the cob." Kohler: Much as the starry heaven with its innumerable worlds fil's man's soul with wonder and awe, making him feel his own littleness, yet there is something with him which elevates him ab jve aun and stars, above angels and seraphs; and this is his moral nature. Last Sunday one of the best sermons was preached by a divine who, in tbeniiLtof bis discourte, and to illustrate a point, struck ematch in tbe pulpit The effect was very eood, but one shrinks in thinking of what the result might baye been if tbe match had failed to "gooff." Mr. Spurpeon says that sometimes be bears sermous wbicb make bim feel like tbe poor person who was once a&krd to dine with toe squire, and who, on bein requested to return thanks, did so in this fashion: "O Lord, we thank Thee that we don't bave such a good dinner as this every day of our lives, fur if we did we tbould be sure to be ill." . Tbe Baptist ministers of Philadelphia bave declared tbeir opinion that women may preach if they have the necessary gifts, grace, education, discretion and other accomplishments. The . application of the same role to the sterner sex, it ia to be feared, would thin out some of the pulpits in the country. Blocks, chips, sticks and bricks from the Moody and Sankey tabernacle at New Haven are in great demand as relics. A lively trade is transacted in these things by the small boys of New Haven. In some instances these depraved oung persons bave been accused of palming off on unsuspecting purchasers articles which Lever were near the tabernacle. After all life takes the hues in a great degree from the color of our own mind. If we are (rank and generous, the world will treat us kindly; If, on the contrary, we axe suspicious, men learn to be cold and cautious to

us. Let a perron get a reputation of being "touchy," and everybody is under restraint

and in this way the chances of an imaginary offence are vai tly increased. A Catholic ttriest at Warsaw has hepn Mnt to Siberia fnr t rnrinna nfTonu Aawaa hia duty, he read the czar's declaration of war to his flock, and not being able to speak Russian read it in Polish. This was against the law, and hence his transportation. The use of the cornet is becoming more and more general in connection with church choirs. No instrument requires more careful management When in the hands of a jndicions and skillful player it is a great aid to tne service of song. when an incompetent upstart handles it the result is a frightful din, from which a reasonable congrega tion naturally desires to escape. When tbe triangle had called the meeting to order. Brother Gardner arose with his usual sleekneis and said: "Gem'len, if it wa&n't for de wheels on a wagin, de wagin wouldn't move. When de wheels am on, dea what?" "Grease!" "Krect," whispered the president softly, rubbing his hands together. "We hex de wagin an' de wheels; we will now pass de hat aroun' fur de grease." The Rev. C IL True, castor of tbe Cedar Street Methodist Episcopal church, Brook lyn, died suddenly of heart disease in that city on Thursday, in the 70th year of his age. Mr. True was graduated from Harvard college nearly 40 vears ago, and entered the ministry immediately afterward. He was the first principal of Armenia seminary, in Dutchess county, and subsequently held a professor's ctair in the Wesleyan university, Middletown, Conn. He leaves a son, the Rev. E. H. True, a clergyman of the Episcopal church. Ralph Waldo Emerson is so generally supposed to have eliminated his satanic majesty from bis theology that the following would seem hardly creditable were it not vouched for by tbe best authority: He and a well known literary man of Boston were conversing not Ion ago about a family whose numerous members are scattered far and wide. "Charles," said the sage of Concord, "went to China years ago; John is in California, Henry is in France. Mary married, Lucy is an o d maid, and William well, he went to the deviL" The National Baptist,in giving the account of a recent church jubilation, modestly says: "The editor of the National Baptist tendered a few frail remarks." It will do for tbe editor thus to speak of his own efforts, though it is possible he might take in high dudgeon the doing of any other paper which would thus speak of his address. This brings to mind the case of the colored deacon who, after a visiting doctor .of divinity had, on invitation, addressed his meeting, said: "Will the doctor now please engage in prayer and ask the Lord to blees his feeble remarks?" CVBRE9T ETE5TS. Flies, flies, beautllnl flies Yoa may aniash one to death, but he never dies. Even a barrel hoop will turn when trod upon. Cucumbers are green, but they get tbe best of a fellow sometimes. There is no bumble bee but can be distin guished when you sit down on him. Newspaper paragraphers must be great liars tneir statements are never creaitea. Wooden doors covered with tin are said to be a much better check to fire than doors of iron. Francis Murphy will bave charge of the national temperance camp meeting held at liound liaise August b. The emporor of Brazil has given from his private purse the sum of $2,000 for tbe use of lirazillaii students of music in Europe. immense scandal in Vienna. Johann Stiauss, within two montbs after bis wife's death has raarried again, his second spouse being Angelica Dittricb, a pupil of Frock, the Viennese singing master. The Detroit Free Press man says that wo men can pun their own hair without calling for the aid of newspapers. 1'erbaps they can; but when they want to puff the rear ol their dressrs, tbey frequently call m the aid of the press, and make considerable bustle about it, tco. King Louis of Bavaria goes to the theatre in a plain black suit, occupies tbe middle box of the front tier, and has the perform ance conducted for his exclusive benefit, not another soul being present in tbe auditorium At the end of each act he retires, whether to change his breath or not is not stated. The government is going to send a New England bunk cashier along with the Howgata Arctic expedition. When the snip reaches an impassible ice bank, the cashier will be set out upon it He will break it np, and find tbe nearest, shortest route to Europe in about ten days. The ships can follow him. About a year ago at Stockton, California, a doctor, in sinking an artesian well, at a depth of sixty feet came upon something which prevented further progress. A drill lowered down rebounded with a hollow sound, as though striking the roof of a house or the deck of a vessel. He then put down a sind pump and obtained a good stream of water, which brought up with it two brass nuts of peculiar pattern. For several woeks past the stream bas brought up quantities of tow or oakum dUd scales of iron or copper. It is apparent tbat some sart of vtssel is sunk there, though how it came so fsr inland is a mystery, and a shaft will probably be sunk to explore the matter. An offict r who was with Crook in the battle of the Rosabud, June 17, 1876. writes (on the anniversary of that day) as follows: "I shall always believe that all subsequent troubles with the Sioux the Custer massacre and all can be traced to one of two pivotal points: Leaving our pack trains on, Goose creek and making it impossible or inadvisable 10 follow cp such a little fracas as that of tie Rosebud; or our failure to seek tbe enemy again immediately afltr our return to Goose creek, on the 19tb. In either event we would have met Custer's army. The two commands would bave been united. Ihe whole Sioux ration wes there and keen for a fight. There would have been one great battle and our troubles with the Sioux would have been forever ended." A correspondent grves the following description if San llo sjre. a stock farm ne-r Pisa, whicb belorgs to the king of Italy. He say s the stables contain some 800 mares and stallions, mostly thorougabreads, or pure Arab. Among other horses there ia the Arab stallion which King Victor Emanuel rode at th battle of Palcstro, and a black which was the favorite charger of the present king. There are 200 camels kept on the farm as substitutes for draught horses, and the correspondent says they do the work very well, and are not at all affected by the climate, though it is colder than that to which they are accustomed. There is a royal residence upon the property which extends to the sea snore, and it was here that the late king often came to shoot and hunt, casting off all State etiquette, and leading the life of a h irdy farmer.

THE GOOD SEX.

Pre-ExUtencw. ELIZABETH OAKES SMITH. Musing, tilent and alone Listening to the undertone, Solemn low. Of that never ending quest - Of tbe spirit's weal or rest, . . But to know ! Whence, from rolling son or star Came it wandering irom afar? Bearing seed Of a harvest long foregone, That sball shape its after-tone. And its need? Something in the eternal past Leadln? a benign forecast To our lot? Or dim echoes or past crimes Staining all our after-times With a blotMemories vague of bliss supernal Memories of a past eternal, Which we hear Ringing inly evermore Children tlr. gins: at he door. Loud and clearBearing palms and royal gifts. Never lottt adown the rifts Of tbe pastor, alas! in milden bright. Half bereft of Inward light Downward cast. Gleams of an eternal day, ' Brightening ever, and ai way Rainbow hopes. Visions borne beyond the tide. Where upon tbe other side lleaen opes. MacMabon's enemies say that Madame M. wears tbe pantaloons. Tbe girls at Vassar college are not allowed to have birds, cats or dogs in their rooms. The old woman of Boston who was attacked by a swan some weeks ago is not yet able to leave ber bed. The stamps on the earl of Rose be ry and Miss Hannah Rothschild's marriage settlement amounted in value to $20,000. A Parisian elegante bas as many bonnets as she has dresses; also, as many boots, shoes, gloves, stockings, and even parasols to correspond. Even royalty often succumbs to tbe exactions of poverty. In Paris next month Queen Isabella will sell ber Jewels to get a little ready money. A woman may not be able to sharpen a pencil or throw stones at a hen, but she can pack more articles into a trunk than a man can in a one horse wagon. Queen Victoria sent a wreath of snowwhite flowers to be laid on Earl Russell's tomb, with tbe inscription. "A mark, of regard from Queen Victoria." Mrs. Hayes should try the conciliating influence of a white bouse bouquet on Mrs. Senator Conkling or that other lady. Rosooe's capture should be assured. A beautiful widow of Newport, R. I., having let ber chalet for the season, was asked what induced her to detert such a charming retreat, Too much balcony and. too little Romeo," was the reply. A woman says very few men have the slightest- idea how to hold a baby. And we we don't suppose one in a hundred Bas the slightest dejire to bold one. If it is a female baby be is willing to hold it after it reaches the age of seventeen years. The first thing a wife does now .when her husband dies is to run orr-r to bis office and inquire of the clerks, in smothered tones, "How much insurance did the old man have on bis life? And was the last premium paid?" etc. Sicmortaest! Mr. Carrow, of Pitta field, did not treat bis wife with that amount of consideration which makes matrimony attractive. He married her in April, barged himself in May, and left ber wkh six young children by his former wife to provide for. A colored cook, expecting company of ber kind, was at a loss how to entertain her friends. Her mu tress said: "Chloe, yoa must make aa apology." "La! missus, how can I make it? I got no apples, no egg, no butter, no nnffin to make it wid." The world every day pees illustrations of woman's faith. The girl who believes that her number five foot will go into a number two shoe, will always be supplemented by the niaiien who can not be convinced that ber scarlet hair is not a rich auburn. A Chicago girl, eight years old, had one of ber legs permanently shortened by falling through a ccal hole, "and a jury gave her $7,500 damages. It is pathetic, now to see a string of girla on hand tfcere every morning waiting for that coal hole, to be opened. A well known actress being asked her age, frankly replied: "I have four ages; tbe family archives unfortunately proclaim that lam 60, by daylight I pass for 3, by gaslight not more than 30, and with all my war paint on, in a soft light and no rude glare, I pass for five-and-twenty." Some writers write with one object, some with another. George Eliot writes books for tbe pleasure of frequently using the word "eeoism." Sir Walter Scott wrote the life of Napoleon, not because he bore him any ill will, but because be had a great lot of comparisons that he wanted tonorkoflC Sbe was carrying a bsiy caretuily snugged away in her arms, when Snooks was met. Being an acquaintance he felt impelled U make some mention of the prodigy, and asked: "Is this your last?" referring more to the age of the infant than to future events. He was shocked by the reply "You can just bet that it is." The marriage ceremony might well bave an added clause after tbe promise to love and honor, In the words, "or keep qniet about it." The New York suicide, Adam Koetb. leaves a let'er behind bim stating of his wife; "For to live longer tied to daily life with a woman who has sunk fo low aa she is, is impossible for even eo good-natured a man as I am." Madame asked ber husband for a new outfit. "My darling,"t be replied, "that would make tlie third in two months, and times are to bard tbat " "You will kill me!" exclaimed tbe lady, bursting into tears, "and my funersl expens will cost you more than a new dress." "Ah, but I should have to bury you only once," was tbe comforting rejoinder. "Girls," said a worthy old lady to her granddaughters; "whenever a fellow pop the question don t blush and stare at your feet. Just throw your arms around bis neck look him full in the face and commence talkiog about the furniture. Young fellows are mighty nervous tonietimes. I lost sev eral chances before I caugbt your fond, dear grandfather, bv putting on airs, but I leaned how to do it alter a while." - . The cruelty of which a Wisconsin wife com plains, in her suit for divorce, is that her husband tied her securely and shaved ber head. The defence is that sbe blesvhed ber black hair to lemon color by the u.e of acid, and that he deeming such a thing bu-hly scanda lous, took the only means of undoing what she bad done. He says tbat be bought a wig for her, imitating ber natural hair, so vnat her bare head might be concealed whUt nature was remedyTnx the disfiguration.

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