Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 18, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 May 1880 — Page 10

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A OKKMATT TRUST SONG. LAMPKRTUS, 1625. '".! . ' I 1 ; i I ' , ' ' Just as God lead me I will go; I would not aak to choose my way; " Content with what He will beetow, Amrtd He will not let me atray, 80 II leada, bt path I make, And itep by step I gladly take, ' A child in him confiding. Jost aa God lead I am centent; I reet me calmly in Ilia hands; . That which He had decreed and teat, -That which Iii will for me commands, : I would that He ahouM all fulfill; That I should do Iii gTacloui will " " In Urine or in dying. Just aa God lead, I will resign;4 I trust ma to my Father's will; When leaeon's rays deceptive shins. Hie eonneel would I yet fulfill; ' Tbat which is loTe ordained as right. Before Ha bronght me to the light, My al; to Him resigning. Jost as God leads me, I abide. In faith, in hope, in en fieri ng true; His strength is Ter by my sideCan aught my hold on II im undo? I hold me firm in patience, knowing That God my life is still bestowing The beet in kindness sending. Jnat as God leads, I onward go; Oft amid thorns and briers eeen, God does not His guidance show Bnt in the end it shall be seen. How, by a loving Father's will, faithful and trne, He leads me still. VISITING THE POOR. BT SHIRLEY BROWNS. "Owes Jones, Kilwyth Cot .age, Glenlioad." Thia was the illegibly-traced inscription on the card that lay in the "Poor Basket" when the committee came in, fresh and rosy, out of the keen blasts of the wintry morning. The committee were three dimplecheeked girls, with every shade of eyes from black to the liquid brown that lurks in the depths of a decanter of sherry wine, longflowing tresses and trim, elastic figures the meeting-room was Helen IIarknes3' boudoir, where an anthracite coal fire glowed softly, and a pot of white hyacinths lifted its scented chime of bells between the pink folds of the window curtains. "Another poor-card," said Helen, in accents nearly approaching to dismay. "And out upon that lonely road, nearly four miles away," said Dora ail. Everybody knows or everybody ought to know" said Kate "Wilder, "that Tuesday is our day for visiting the poor at their houses," 44 Besides," said Dora, with a loncine glance at the bright fire, the open cottage! piano, and the chintz-covered sou, with its soft luxurious pillow, 'it's beginning to snow a little." "Girls' said Helen Harkness, "all this is quite beside the question. "We have set out to accomplish a good work, and we mustn't shrink from a little extra fatigue or annoyance. Owen Jones must be visited. We'll do what we can for him and he must be made to understand that Monday is our soupday, Tuesday our visiting-day, Thursday our coal and blanket day, and Saturday our sickprescription day.'' " "Must we really go?" said Dora. 'I think it is our duty," said Helen, inexorably. "So do I," said Kate "Wilder, who had the face of a youthful Madonna. - " This Owen Jones is probably one of the poor "Welsh workmen who have come out to work on the slate quarries," said Dora. "Every other man is a Jones or an Owen and every woman an Elspeth! And there is quite a little settlement of one-story cottages out on the Glen Road." "Are they not rather a rough set?" said Kate, timidly. "Nobody will think of hurting us," said Helen. "Come, girls, if we walk quickly, we shall be back in time for 5 o'clock tea?' Through the flying flakes of snow the three pretty figures glided along, with eyes sparkling, cheeks reddened, and lips dyed a deep carnation ! "It's rather fun than otherwise, I think," laughed Dora, as they passed onward. "If the snow didn't prick one's eyelids like needles," said Kate. ' "We shall have sleighing by to-morrow morning," said Helen. "It's bad weather for quarrying," observed Dora. "And these Welsh peasants are so improvident they never have any money laid aside for the future." "A great many of them make baskets, and carve out wonderful little wooden tovs, I am told," said Kate. "They are like grown-up children, who must be cared for and protected," said mild Helen, with a sigh of sweet womanly concern. "Here's the Glen Road now where can Kilwyth Cottage be?" ' Kilwyth Cottage did not seem to be especially well known in the neighborhood, for they inquired several times before they gained any information on the subject. But at last a venerable old man, with a basket of buttons, tapes, and shoe-laces on his arm, told them that "t& cottage" was down by "ta old mill," and that "Musser Jones" was "ta home." It was a picturesque little stone building, half covered with sheets of glossy green ivy, with a background of gray rock, behind which the ceaseless rumble of "ta old millwheel'' could distinctly be heard. "Not as untidy looking as some of the laces we visit," said Helen, glancing critcally about her, as she tapped at the door. Presently a tal! round-shouldered young man in a well-worn coat and shabby slippers, opened the door just wide enough lor Helen to catch a glimpse of a cozy fireside, a teakettle on the bob, and a chair drawn up to the hearth. "Are you Owen Jones?" said Miss Hark ness, with the air of gentle patronage which she always assumed on her visiting tours among the poor. "That is my name," he answered with rather an embarrassed look. Tou left a card at my bouse tnis morn ing? I am MUs Harkness." "I did." ' Therebv oceasionine me croat inconven ience," raid Helen, severely. "Tuesday is my visiting day.' I was not aware " But you are now," said Helen. "Please to open the door and let us come in. Wei - can not stand out here in the snow." ' ' ' ' The young man hesitated a second or two 'and then admitted them with the best grace he could. . "I have a poor place, ladies," said he, "but it at vour service." : 4 'Are you married or single?" imperiously questioned Kate, surveying him as she might 'have surveyed an ill-painted picture or dann 1 .1 !. . "a !.--. J; i( agoa piece 01 enma. Again ne coiorea. "I am single," he answered.

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"That is Well," said Dora. '"We have at present so many large families on our hands it's quite discouraging to witness the lack of providence among the working classes. I he, young man, you will be in no hurry to marry." He did not reply, but looked rather con fused. ' "Are you working among the quarries?" asked Helen, taking out her pearl mounted tablets. ?My field of labor certainly lies in that direction," admitted the man. "Have tou anv monev in the Savin ers Dank?" questioned Dora, who had already opened her little memorandum book. " Ti ot at present. . Jtty income is "Don't say income, interrupted Kate. "Say wages. I don't like to hear the working classes assume these lofty expressions." Y e are all workers in one vineyard, said the young man, mildly. "Of course we are," said Kate, brus quely. "Now then, what de you need most?" ul Y 4Your clothes I see are well worn," said gentle Helen, "but they seem substantial and neatly mended; and our stock of secondhand clothing is at present very small. Bat we could give you soup and coal, together with " "Ladies." nervously interposed the vounc man, 4either my ears are deceiving me or else you are laboring under a very 6trango misapprehension. I am no applicant for charity." "Yes, I know," said Kate. "Some call it a loan; some put it on the ground of temporary accommodation but it all amounts to the same thing. You left a poor-card at Miss Harkness' house this morning7" 'It was quite an unassuming card, I am willing to admit," said the stranger, with a decidedly amused expression of countenance. "But it was not exactly a poor-card 1" "Who are you? said Helen Harkness. " Are you one of the many Welsh emigrants who " "My parents were of Welsh descent," said the young man. "My name is Owen Jones, and 1 am the new assistant rector, whose duty it is to take charge of this portion of the parish. I called at your house this morning because Rev. Mr. Appleton told me that I should find you valuable and efficient co-laborers in the lield of duty. Can I offer you a class 01 cold water or milk, ladies, and a little home-baked bread, by way of refreshment?" Helen Harkness had turned scarlet. Miss Vail stood in blank dismay. Kate Wilder instinctively turned to floe, but remembering herself in time, stood her ground valiantly. So, then, this Owen Jones whom they had bo unsparingly lectured, was the new assistant rector the talanted young student from a neighboring college, whose arrival they had so longed for as a valuable addition to the neighborhood society. They stood looking at nim. He returned their gaze, with I1 ut the shadow of a smile lurking around is lips. "Mr. Jones, said Helen, almost ready to cry, "I beg your pardon for what must have seemed very like insolence and arrogance." ".Not at all, said the Reverend Owen Jones. "Please forgive me, too," said Dora, faintly, And I'm afraid I was the worst of the three," frankly confessed Kate. "Pray don t think of it, said Mr. Jones "The mistake was a very natural one." , "It was so stupid of the blundering maid to put your card Into the Poor Basket," said Helen, "But if you had only put a 'Rever end' before your name, it would have boen all right." "But don't you think that would have seemed rather pompous?" said the assistant rector, pleasantly. And the three girls laughed and confessed that it might have had that appearance. The Reverend Owen Jones walked home through the snow with the young ladies having first excused himself long enough to exchange his study coat for a more modern garment and partook of tea in the hyacinthscented boudoir with them. Isn't he nice?" cried all three in chorus. after he had departed. "And to think how we lectured him, ' said. Kate, Even asked him whether he was married, or single," said Dora crimsoning. "And reminded him that his clothes were patched," groaned Helen. "But, alter all, said Kate, "that snocKing little blunder has established a delight fully pleasant understanding between us, now that it is all over I" And the'other two girls admitted that this certainly was the fact! My All. 1 I have ne home bat in thy heart. No Heeren apart from thee; My world is only where thou art; Within the busy crowded mart, Thy form is all I see. 1 Hy life, my lore, my BeaTen, my all! Oh, I would rather be Thine own, though Kings should wait my call Tor life, though in a palace hall. Were drear, unshared by thee. I dread the day that yet may come, When one nut go alone. With fond heart chilled, and aeneee oamb. Because the other's lips are dumb, Beneath a lowly stone. And looking in thine eyee, I pray We may together goTogether tread the self-same way Which leadeth to eternal day Because I love thee sot Lila K. Cnahaaan. Mark Twain on German. The following extract is from Mark Twain's1 new book, "The Tramp Abroad:' "I went often to look at the collection of curiosities in Heidelberg Castle, and one day surprised the keeper of it with my German. I spoke entirely in that language. He was greatly interested, and after I bad talked awhile he said my German was very rare, possibly a unique,' and wanted to add it to his museum. If he had known what it cost me to acquire my art he would also have known that it would break my collector to buy it. Surely there is not another language that is so slipshod and systemless, and so slippery and elusive to the grasp. One is washed about in it, hither and thither, in the most helpless way, and when at last he thinks he has captured a rule which offers firm ground to take a rest on amid the general rage and turmoil of the parts of speech, he turns over the page and reads: 'Let the pupil make careful note of the following exceptions!' ne runs Lis eye down and finds there more exceptions to the rule than instances of it. So overboard he goes again to hunt for another Ararat and to .find another quicksand. German books are easy enough to read when you hold them before a looking-glass or stand on your head so as to reverse the constructionbut I think -that to learn to read and understand a German newspaper is a thing which must alwayi remain an impossibility to a foreigner." '

OLDEN TIMES. Society in Washington In the Times of. Jackson i - ' ' . . , Dome Journal. ' : ' ' ' f' 1 The benate of the twenty-first Congress has probably never been surpassed, if equaled, in point of ability and oritoracal talent, by

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any representative Douy 01 its size, anu an, cna;r Tjig discomfiture was soon comunimportant resolution, introduced early in' Dieted br the Dublication of a letter from

1830 by Senator Foot, led to a general debate, which was ''the battle of the giants." The discussion embraced all the partisan issues of the time, especially those of sectional nature; including tne aiiegea ngm 01 a owe w set the x ederal Government at defiance. Ihe btate-rigbts men in tkutn Carolina, instigated by Mr. Calhoun, had been active during th preceding summer in collecting material fo?' this discussion, and they had taken especia : pains to request a search for evidence that; Mr. Webster bad shown a willingness to have New England secede from the Unior. during the second war with Great Britain.' The vicinity of Portsmouth, where he had resided when he entered public life, was, tc use his own words, "searched as with a candle. New Hampshire was explored from the mouth of the Merrimack to the "Whit mils." Nor had Mr. "Webster been idle. Ho was not an extemporaneous speaker, and he passed the summer in carefully studying, in his intervals of professional leisure, the great constitutional question which he afterward so brilliantly discussed. A story is told story is told at 1'rovidence about a aistmguisnea lawyer 01 ,

that place, Mr. John Whipple who was atwnen he iearned, years afterward, that his

Washington when Webster replied to ilayne, r but who did not hear the speech, as he was , engaged in a case before the Supreme Court when it was delivered. When a report of what Mr. Webster had said appeared in print, Mr. Whipple read it, and was haunted by the idea the he had heard or read it before.' Meeting Mr. Webster soon afterward, he mentioned this idea to him, and inquired whether it could possibly have any founda-! tion in fact. ''Certainly it has," replied Mr. . , versations during the long walks we took to-, Webster. "Don t you rememoer our con gether last summer at Newport, while in attendance on Story's court?" It then flashed across Mr. Whipple's mind that Mr. Webster had then rehearsed the legal argument of his speech, and had invited criticism. As tho debatoon the Foot Resolution progrossed, it revealed an evident intention to attack New England, and especially Massachusetts. This brought Mr. Webster into tho arena, and he concluded a brief speech by de claring that as a true Representative of tho State which had sent him into tho Senate it was his duty, and a duty which he should fulfill, to place her history and her conduct, her honor and her character, in their just and E roper light. A few days later, Mr. Webster card his State and himself mercifully attacked by General Hayne, of South Carolina no mean antagonist. The son of a revolutionary hero who had fallen a victim to British cruelty, highly educated, with a slender, graceful form, lascinating deportment, and a well-trained, mellifluous voice, the haughty South Carolinian entered the lists of the political tournament like Saladin to oppose the Yankee Camr de Lion. When Mr. Webster went to the Senatechamber to reply to General Hayne, on Tuesday, January 20, 1830, he felt himself master of the situation. Always careful about his personal appearance when he was to address an audience, ho wore on that day the Whig uniform,which had been copied by the revolutionary heroes a blue coat with bright buttons, a buff waistcoat, and a high white cravat. Neither was he insensible to the benefits to be derived lrom publicity, and be had sent a request to Mr. Gales to report what he was to say himself, rather than to send one of his stenographers. The most graphic account of the scene in the Senatechamber during the delivery of the speech was subsequently written virtually from Mr. Webster's dictation. Perhaps, like Mr. Healey's picture, it is rather high-colored. Sheridan, after his forty days' preparation, did not commence his scathing impeachment of Warren Hastings with more confidence than was displayed by Mr. Webster when he stood up, in the pride of his manhood, and began to address the interested mass ot talent, intelligence and beauty around him. A man of commanding presence, with a well-knit, sturdy frame, .varthy features, a broad, thoughtful forehead, courageous eyes gleaming from bereath shaggy eyebrows, a quadf rangular breadth of jaw-bone, and a mouth which bespoke strong will, he stood like a sturdy Roundhead sentinel on guard before the gates of the Constitution. Holding in profound contempt what is termed spreadeagle oratory, his only gesticulations were up-and-down motions of bis arms, as if he were beating out with sledge-hammers his forcible ideas. His peroration was sublime, and every loyal American heart has since echoed the last words, "Liberty and union now and forever one and inseparable!" j Mr. Webster's speech, carefully revised by himself, was not published until the 23d of February, and large editions of it were circulated throughout the Northern States. The debate was continued, and it was the 21st of May before Colonel Benton, who had been the first defamer of New England, brought it to a close. The Northern men claimed for Mr. Webster the superiority, but General Jackson praised the speech of Mr. Ilayne, and deemed his picture worthy to occupy a place in the White House, thus giving expression to the general sentiment among the Southerners. This alarmed Mr. Van Buren, who was quietly yet shrewdly at work to defeat the further advancement of Mr. Calhoun, and he lost no time in demonstrating to the imperious old soldier who occupied the Presidential chair that the South Carolina doctrine of nullification could but prove destructive to the Union. Mr. Calhoun was not aware ot this intrigue, and in order to strengthen his staterights policy he organized a public dinner on the anniversary of Jefferson's birthday, April 13, 1830. When the toasts which were to bo proposed were made public in advance, according to the custom, it was discovered that several of them wero strongly anti-tariff and State-rights in sentiment so much so that as a number of Pensylvania tariff Democrats declined to attend, and got up a dinner of their own. General Jackson attended the dinner but he went late and retired early, leaving a volunteer toast, which he had carefully prepared at the Whito House, and which fell like a damper upon those at the dinner, while it electrified the North: "The Federal Union it must and shall be maintained!" This toast, which could not be misunderstood, showed that General Jackson would not permit himself to be placed in tho attitude of a patron of doctrines which would only lead to a dissolution of the Federal Government. But the Committee on Arrangements toned it down, so that it appeared In the official

Federal TJnien h must be preserved iacictw w. . wne naa lauoreu eiiwnjr w wich, uunu Mr. Adams' administration, without respect to its measures, that a Democratic party tvt va k.iilt tm. which would first elect General Jackson and then recognize him as v0 legitimate successor to the Presidential c Crawford, which informed the Presij.t tW ua hm 5n the Cabinet of frtT,- nrnmNi tW -General Jackson loyx punished in some form" for his hi2h-handed military rule m Florida. Van Buren secretly fanned the flames of General jact3onB indignation, and adroitly availed himself of a"tempest in a tea-pot" tocomplete tte downfall of his rival, he woman used as a tool by Mr. Van Buren jg a somewhat picturesque figure in ua .ih;! vnirle nf th rfanita.1. TIr mftiSen name was Marearet O'Neill, although she was known when a girl as Peg, and she was one of the daughters of the keeper of a tavern at which General Jackson used to put up before his election to the Presi dential chair. She had the lithe form, the fair skin, the dark red hair, and the keen, catlike gray eyes of her Milesian ancestry, while she was as full of fun, frolic, and flir tation as the typical damsel on the banks of tho Liake of Killarncy. Uaresscd and teased by the guests at the tavern, she erew up to be pert, piquant and audacious, and tteneral Jackson, who had always ad-m-.rPlA h(,r whpn she was a child, was delighted .mtl eTPJU Por'then th Widow Tim. Kerlake was to be married to his old'comrade, General Eaton. There was much scan dal at Washington about the death of her first husband and her marriage to the second: but General Jackson paid no heed to it, and when he became President he appointed General Laton .secretary ot W ar. W ashington society was horrified, and it soon became known that Mrs. Calhoun, with the wives of other members of the cabinet, did not intend l(J CJla vn Jlns xiatou, or to luvibo nur w tboir houses. She carried her grief8 to tho to call on 3lr8. haton, or to invite her to Whito House, where Mr. Van Buren had paved the way for them, and the gallant old President swore " by the Eternal " that the scandal-mongers who had embittered the last years of his beloved wife, Rachel, should not triumph over his Iittlo Inend l eg.' This was Van Burcn's opportunity. Ho was a widower, keeping house at Washington, and as Secretary of State ho was ablo to form an alliance with the bachelor ministers of Great Britain and of Russia, each of whom had spacious residences. A series of dinners, balls, and suppers were inaugurated at these three houses, and at each successive entertainment Mrs. Eaton was the honored guest who lead the country-dance and occupied the seat at table on the right of the host. Some respectable ladies were so shocked bv her audacity that they would leave a room when she entered it. She was openlv denounced by clergymen, and she found herself in positions which would have covered almost any other woman in Washington with shame. Mrs. Eaton, who did not possess a conscientious or an honorable scruple as to the propriety of her course, evidently enjoyed the situation, and used to visit General Jackson every day with a fresh story of the insults paid her. Yet she cave no evidence of diplomacy nor of political sagacity, but was a mere beautiful passionate, impulsive puppet, held up by General Jackson, while Mr. Van Buren adroitly pulled the strings that directed her many movements. Mr. Calhoun, whose wife was foremost imong those ladies who positively refused to associate with Mrs. Eaton, said to a friend of General Jacksons, who endeavored to effect a reconciliation, that "the quarrels of women, like those of the Medes and Per äians, admitted of neither inquiry nor explanation." He knew well, however, that it was no women's quarrel, but a political game of chess played by men, who were using wooien as their pawns, and he lost the game. Van Buren and Eaton next tendered their resignations as cabinet officers which General Jackson refused to accept; whereupon the cabinate officers whose wives de clined to call on Mrs. Eaton resigned, and their resignations were promptly accepted. The whole city was in turmoiL Angry men walked about with bludcreons, seeking "satis faction:" duels were talked of; old friend ships were severed; and every fresh indig - nity offered "his little friend Peg" endeared her the more to General Jackson, who was duly grateful to Van Buren for having es poused her cause.- "It was odd enough, wrote Daniel Webster to a personal friend, "that the consequence of this dispute in the social and fashionable world is producing ereat political effects, and may very prob' ably determine who shall be successor to the present Chief Magistrate.' A War Anecdote. Savannah Newi. . During the late war General McLaws, now postmaster at Savannah, was riding down his picket-line, and encountered a genuine son of the old Pine Tree State on duty, who had taken his gun apart with the intention of eiving it a thorough cleaning. The Geni era! halted in front of him, when the follow ing conversation ensued: "Look here, my man, are you not a sentinel on duty?" "Well, y-a-s; a bit of one." "Don't you know it is wrong to take your gun apart while on duty?" "Well. now. who the devil are you?" The General saw his chance, and, with a sly twinkle of the eye. replied: "I'm a bit of a General." "Well, Gineral, you must excuse me: vou see there is to many d d fools ridia 'round here a foller can't tell who's Gineral and who ain't: if you will list wait till I cit Betsv Jane fixed I'll give you a bit of a s'lute." The General smiled and rode on, firmly convinced that that sentinel would prove equal to any emergency. Wondering- If De Can Make Both Enda Meet. When the courting at midnight Is ended, And he eta jdi with hie hat in hi fist. W hlie ehe loTiugly linger beeide him. To bid him "ta-ta!" and be kiised. How buy the thought of tba Tutore You bet yon hie thonghU be don't apeak He ia wondering how he can manes To lire oa lix dollaia a week. Modem Argo. Comforting Astnranca. .. rarlt Globs.J Three months after their marriage. She Are you sure that you have not got a 1 a 1 aa tired or your new mooe 01 nie 1 He rositive. tih6 1 don't know, but I always feared lost you would regret the loss of your bache lor s life 7 1I What child vou are. mv dear. I regret bachelorhood so little that if you were to die to-morrow I thins l would get married again the next day.

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LIFE IN THE DENS. Eeminiscencea of a Veteran Animal Tamer. A Tutor's Experience fVlth Pupils Who Try to Dtrour Ulm Crest urea That Kill , From Pure Cnssedness. .Philadelphia Record. 'Like to come in here with me?" 'I should smile if I did.". "And so would Clipper, too; wouldn't you, Clipper?" and ""Clipper" replied by giving a savage snarl and exhibiting a row of ivories which were only wanting the opportunity to show what cruel work they could do. 1 Such was the brief dialogue between Pro" fessor Alfred Still, the renowned wild beast tamer, and a visitor to the Mammoth Show at the lower end of Broad street, yesterday afternoon, Professor Still was brushing up the apartments occupied by four ferociouslooking tigers at the time, while the family were still at home. 'They knock each other about fearfully al times," remarked Professor Still, at the same time brushing one and then the other of his pets with his broom. ""Why, I often see them raise themselves on their haunches and just square off at each other like a couple of professional prize fighters." Having "tidied up the room, as a housewife would say, the showman related some ot his reminiscences of the beasts of the forest. "I'm coiner to rreDare their sunoer for them, and if you'll just sit down while I cut the fat away from this meat I'll give you a bit of my experience, xou see, have to cut all the fat away, because, if it is left there, the animals, having no exercise, would soon become so fat around the lungs that it would kill them. 1 was engaged in taking care of wild beasts in London for a man named Charles Rice, a celebrated animal importer, when an oil'er was made to me to go out with Jim Myer's circus in the same capac ity. Shortty alter I Warne acquainted with the animals thre, John Cooperwho was per forming with thoni, got badly chewed up by a lion one nigiu. 11c was a cruci trainer, and although ho was considered a good one. he didu't know when he had whipped an animal enough. You see all wild animals require a certain amount of whipping; but there's such a thing as whipping them too much, and that makes them sulky and ugly. Well, I was saying that Cooper got badly chewed up and had to be sent to the hospital. Myers came to me and asked me 11 1 would be afraid to go into the cage. I said : 'No, am not afraid; but 1 d like to know what is to become of me if one of the rascals should attack me and perhaps maim me for life?' Mvers assui id . me he would take care of me as long as I lived; that I should not want for anything if any accident befell me. So I went into toe cage mat nigut anu got aiong . . 1 aL.a " l a. j . 1 so weil mat tne audience aian 1 Know dui that I was the regular performer. I aston ished myself with my success, and the lions with my impertinence, and the consequence was 1 retained my place. "In 1871 I came over here and trained those four tigresses you see in the cage there, They are the most dangerous brutes in the world, and 1 suppose some day they 11 send me scampering up the golden stairs. You can never trust a tiger, a non win make friends with you, and will not kill you, unless ho becomes enraged or is hungry and wants to make a good square meal on you; but s tiger will kill you just from pure cussedness. Of course, 1 have been chewed up some expect that, you know. See, both my arms and hands are scarred. I was bitten three times in two months in France. Once a lion bit my left arm through the wrist making that scar; tore four deep gashes in my right arm with his claws, scored some deep fur rows down my back, and in the fight tore everything off me except my trousers. The blood just poured from me; but I got a heavy iron club passed to me and belted that lion until he had more than he wanted. Go out of a cage before an animal is thoroughly whipped after he has bitten you, and you can never go in again without his trying to bite you again, lions and tigers raised in cap1 tivity are more dangerous than those which are weil broken when taken wild and full grown. "some trainers in olden times used to cup their claws, but I never did except that cage of panthers there, and I cupped their claws because my wife performs with them, and you know I would not like her to take chances which I would. One of those panthers is just as gentle as a kitten," remarked the tamer, putting his hand covered with blood from the meat he. had been handling through the bars and patting the animal on the nose; and subsequently going into the cage he fondled the creature as a child would a pet kitten, while the other members of the group retired to te further end of the cage and hissed and howled like demons. To train a wild beast," continued the Professor, "first make its acquaintance from the outside of the cage and get the am ma acquainted with your face; but, above all, with your voice. They become accustomed to voices sooner than faces, and are governed more by sound than by sight. Having got accustomed to your beasts, and they accustomed to you, your next step is to train them to their tricks. Though these tricks are simple, they require a great deal of time and patience, and a good deal of whipping to accomplish them. The lions are the smartest of the wild beasts. You,' can train a lion to do the ordinary tricks of the trade jump ing through hcops and over gates, standing on his hind legs, and so on in about five weeks constant work. It will require about a week longer to teach a boness, and a leopard, which comes next to a lion ia intelli gence, about six weeks to learn the same feats. It takes about seven or eight weeks to teach a tiger, and a tigress from eight to nine weeks, while you can keep on beating and teaching a hyena for four months before you can do much with him. The most difficult thine to do is to teach a wild beast to let you lie down on him without his trying to make you lie in him by eat ing you up. Kindnonss that is, anything hat ordinary civility is absolutely thrown away on a wild beast With a tiger or tigress especially all affection is literally wasted. A tieress is as likely to eat you up after an intimato acquaintance 0: six years as one of six weeks. Äs a rule, the whip is the most efficacious instrument for training. It can be used quickly and it hurts. If I were to drop my whip the beasts would fancy I had lost all my power over them, and would pounce first cn the whip and then go for me. The four tigresses trained

in that cage are estimated to be worth$32,000; but a good tiger, unbroken, is not worth more than $2,500. Lions are worth about 2,000

to $2,500. each; panthers, $G00; jaeuars. $400; hyenas, $250, if untrained; leopards, $250 to $400, according to their kind." JWbile Professor Still was expatiating on what he knew about wild beasts, the , proud Hebe, with her baby elephant, sedately whisked ponderous mouthfuls of hay into, her equally ponderous jaw. while her first born was playfully trying to butt the keeper. 1 f A j 4 1 1 . A. . - ' jit. ueorge Arsungsiaii, out 01 CIS CA&ir, a feat in which it was eminently successful a few days ago. . , "it will be more difficult to train that Young America than a full-grown elephant right from the jungles," said the keeper. me older the elephant crows the turner and more stubborn he becomes. But. there comes the crowd from the circus, and now I must march the mother and her child around for the benefit of the spectators." The Wayside Inn. ' ' ' I halted at a pleaaant inn, '...):.'' Aa I my way waa wending A golden apple waa the sign, ' ' From knotty bough epending. Mine host it wai an apple treeHe smUiDKly receiyed me. And pread his cboiceat, aweeteat fruit To strengthen and reliere tne: Full mauy a little feathered gaeat Came through hit brauchet ipringing. They bopped and flew from spray to ipray, . 7 Their notes of gladness inging. Beneath hi a shade I laid mo down, And slumber tweet poaaeaaed me; The soft wind blowing through tba ieares ' With whispers low careaeed ma, t And when I roae and would hare paid . . a My host ao open hearted. He only shook hit lofty head I bleat'd him and departed. Unland. Wouldn't Pay for Breathing the Air. ' New Orleans Picayune. Bill Smedley was resting his left foot on the top of a beer-keg in front of a ealoon in Butte City, Montana Territory, the last time saw mm. un bis bent left knee he rested an elbow, thereby arranging his arm so as to support his chin, which rested on his hand. Iiis clothes were well worn, and here and there a rent. His hair stuck out through a hole in the crown of his hat, while the great toe of his right foot peeped forth, ruddy and cheerful, from the boot. The whiffs of smoke. drawn from a short, black pipe, curled lazily lrom ins lips, jus eyes wore half closed and dreamy. His thoughts were in dreamland. bill had experienced the ups and downs of Western life; had been rich and poor by turns, and was now very poor. He bad grown philosophic, and looked at things in a way different lrom what he bad in his youth, when life's pathway smiled to him, and seemed rose-garlanded. "Halloo, Bull been looking for you, said the tax-collector, coming up. There was no response. He repeated: i Bill hallooL" "Well?" "Want to collect your tax." 'Hain't no property." ' "I mean your poll-tax." "Dont own any pole." 'A poll-tax is a tax on yourself you know." ' "I ain't no property." 'But the County Court levied this tax on you." "Didn't authorize 'em to levy any tax on me." "The law does, though." : "What if it does; 'spose I'm goin terpay for breathin' the air?" 1 "Still you are one of us; you live here." "1 didn't bring myself into the world." . "You exercise the privileges of a citizen; you vote." . "Don't want to vote if you charge for it. "Don't you want a voice in the selection of officers?" 'No; if there was no officers you wouldn't be here consumin' my time." 'The schools must be supported. We must educate the children." "If you do, they won't work.'' . "There are other County expenses paupers and so on. If you were to die without means you would want us to bury you." "No you needn't" 'Why, you would smell bad to other people!" . , "I kin stan it if they kin." I will levy oh your property," said the officer, growing impatient; "I will hunt it up." "I'll help you; I want to see some of my property." , The officer moved on rather abruptly, while Bill continued, as if musing: "Let them fellers have their way, an' they'd make life a burden. Want to assess my existence; want to charge me for enjoyin the bright sunshine; ask me to pay for beholdin' the beautiful landscape; charge me for lookin' at the grass grow and the rose unfold in'; charge me for watchin' the birds fly, an' one cloud chase t'other." ..." The eyes continued to blink dreamily. The whiffs of smoke reached up in graceful spirals toward the blue dome. The foot-falls of the tax collector grew absenter and absentcr. '- 'J An Unmistakable Thrust Little Rock Gasette. . The following narrative was told us confidentially by a slanderer: A Texas minister arose before a large audience, took his text, and began preaching. A brisk firing of pistols began on the outside of the church. Brother Deacon," said the minister, believe those fellows are casting insinuations at me. In fact, I am very nearly convinced." he continued, as a piece of plastering fell from the wall close to his head. "I think. Parson, that it refers to some one tle, replied tho Deacon. The minister raisedi a tumbler of water, and was in the act of applying it to his lips, when the glass iell, shattered by a shot. 4This is an innuendo no longer, said the minister wiping the water from his vest. "This is what I terra an unmistakable thrust. The congregaiaon "will please sing, while I go out and investigate this matter. Is there another preacher in the house?" "Yes," said a man, throwing down a stick which he had been whittling, arising and pulling at the waist of his pants 'like a man who had just straightened up after setting out a row oi tobacco across a broad field". 'Got on an extra?" "Yes." Unlimber.' The whittling preacher handed over large Remington pistol, which the insulted preacher took, and, drawing one from his belt, started, out. After going out there was an immediate improvement in the firing business. It was decidedly more lifelike, insomuch' that the deacons sat working their fingers, : After a while the minister returned, and, placing an oar and the nostril and a half of 4 now cn the pulpit, remarked: "He that hath ears to hear let him behave himself." , The sermon, then proceeded without iLterruption. " ' 4