Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 July 1879 — Page 1

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THESE IS &EST IX HE A VEN. t.:~ •. . lo ÜboAii: My feet are weary. An<l my baud* are tired; My heart ea»t down, my soul oppressed, And for year* have* I desired, Rest, only rent. I The harden of my lII* I* h«r»l‘ to hear: Bat God tnii*^»e>i And I have prayed; 4i<l prayed in vain for real, sweet real. \ . Tla hard to toll, when It I* loat In barreli way*. la hard to a ow, and ndvei reap the fcraln, ■ Koldeu harved ttay*. 1 la hardto love, and ndyer win love'a aweet reward. - , !* hard.ao hard lo the atern cold eye. With not one gleam of IW 1 ! or love fdr me. My way wind* thro’ and liaa for yearn, § And dally, through the ljuming team, I cry. Oh! Father,give uie*r>4t! I’m »o wears, but It will | non be o’er, For life’s sun Is setttn* lrl the west, and 1 see the shore, \diere IshnU no V.ngc* pin* for re«t;»weet i rest. » ' -RytLl , Klgln, 111.

THE PRESERVED CIRCUIT.

How Kngllah Notables ake an Airing in the I’m k. A» rotten How in ho called from having been well luid o it with decayed urn-bark, HO the ca| rriuge drive qf inacadaini/.e<i and ce Denied surface, being well kept up, in Bailed “the Preserved circuit.” 'I hia i i really the show jKirt of the Park. The -e is lady Diana, who has done her “hi ninter and winter in Norway” with a graceful pen, and now waves her w hip majestically over prancing ponies, j Silie appears as lovely in the Park as in Frith’s picture or “The Royal Marriage.” . And here emues, under the shadd of their crimson parasols, now so bluAiingiy plentiful, in a stream of cari iugis of every style, the British ladles | and matrons, thicker than black lArries iu June. Carriages and crests—if you are up in vehicles And heraldry-|teli a good deal, though the oecuprid" may apj>ear dilapidated. Livery tlat is louil Is not always a type of the gjarvenu. All of it has a history, loug add short; though 1 am free to confess solae modern livery, like you see in s'ew York and elsewhere- is very tryii g to one’s readings of ‘retainers’gart i and servants suits.” Of late, howev sr, the best bred people make the least ieraonstratious in carriage and flunk y finery. The gisid and the quiet is 1 he thing, however much .some pe »ple may like Niagara Falls . and A esuvius noise. There is the Marquis of Bute; how quiet lie coilies alonij in his wellbalanced, substaiitiallj and lightlymade carriage. And “1 hey say”—tliat powerful unknown aut tority—that he is leaning towards a Gi leek or a Russlon church. What fekrful bosh! A few moons ago I met (the Marquis at the Bromptou Oratory. g He sat oil one side of Cardinal Manniiig and the Duke of Norfolk on the otljer, with Lord liipon near by. Aftei luncheon the assembled parly sauntered into the garden, and the topic, fcf. Phillip’s Day came up. I had the opportunity then to hear the Marquis of IBute deny the atrocious fictions about pis faith. But the “World,” the flesh add the other fellow keep renewing them. That is “society journalism.” I,And behold Prince Alexander of BJttenburg, who lias just come here and to-night to visit the Queen at Ffcil moral. He looks kindly enough, as far as kings go nowadays. I have lieseribod him already, and «e quid nin|is, And this is he Crown Prince of .Sweden iu simple style of phaeton and pair. Ami see the almond-eyed WooyeSio, the Japanese Minister, who before, leaving for America, en route homel takes a ride with his aid, Tomita Tetsnoke. lint here come the turkey-gobblers, who have made a million or more in selling eggs. Gracious! What fatted calves the pair of flunkies display. Wliat solidity and haui-like jj gravity the coachmau carries. Mrs. 3 'F. G. seats herself in a hatching stylo, worthy of a “leader of societv” for the;“ White Hall Review,” which her deai T. G. owns, and is addled with. In turning out of theT. Gobblers there is more cackling, screeching aud noise than i all the carriages of her Majesty’s stables. Here comes a mau of money aud malt He is big in shirt-sleeve buttons as large as door-plates; loud in clothes and bad English; yet he draws Jfroin grain $500,000 yearly, aud eau übt recall the name of his graudfather-Mf he had one. Listen to him in the House of Commons on the hereditary titles bill, and you would fancy, only for his language, that he had a liuealj-descent to submit of all the Barclays aqd. Perkinses! Witness those prarieing horses aud that open carriage so g4y, with occupant so smiling. I saw the empty vehicle, closed and crawlitig but an hoar or two ago, in the fuueral cortege of Baron de Bunsen. The tauademoiselle so smiling at this time pas forgetten the financial supporter of her nation. Of all the going, a fashionable funeral, with only the hearse and a few family coaclies carrying some sort of human uaoure, is the greatest sham I know of. Tpe idea of sending the empty grief, and the empty carriage to typify it, is too gnonstrous for this age' of common sense and decency. It is a fearful this funeral folly.

Here comes the “diamond beauty” of England, so well known ftij' the love of these daily decreasing^n value gems. She has "sent her ageiiit to Paris to buy any of the diamonds ahy jewelry of the late Queen Christina*of Spain he may elect during the pr»**ent sale at the auction mart or Drout. The Marchioness of Ormonde, the 1 * daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Westminster, is herself a brilliant social gem, though in the airing of life. That sad yet self-satisfledflooking man in a close carriage i-> Dr. Pusey. He lias just been writing a lesson on the English Church and ta'kiug to the Qxfordonians. He describes the “Church Union” as first attracting him. because he regarded it as a defensive society. Now he calls it an organized fierce attacker carrying on a war of extermination. He say# to attack ritual will not make him less sure to win. He avows loyalty and dutifulness to his church, and trustrtin her for the belief that the apostlefe fully and faithfully carried the lainp of truth and gave to their appointed successors, who will ever carry itto the end. His belief is oneness inf belief with them, the persecuted. He de-

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f plores the present battlefield and strike about externals, hiding thereby the great internal and real issues. He says those who are so hot "against ritual rites are really hot agairistthe truth of the sacraments which that ritual is intended to symbolize. Opponents grasp only at the externals. The attack upon ritual is founded upon a decision which, if it were true, would most seriously compromise, the Church of Euglaud. I need hardly say the hot ones are now incandescent. ; . That very ordinary naan in a little open pony-shay is the chief of the “Odd Fellows” here. He is using his efforts to make English and American lodges reciprocate visits of members, ami will succeed. Here is the man of affairs of the coming International Literary Congress—ML Douglas Jermid. He is liopelul of a large gathering of men of brains who wish free trade on one side and a protective l tariff on the other, in Written, original ideas —those very rarie things. We shall see and say mofe of this Congress. i That modest-looking carriage and j»air contains the subject of general observation, Sarah Bernhardt, who is viewing London by daylight and is sure to write a book on what she sees. I need not describe her lithe, nervous form and expressive, faifJewish face attain iiv the sun. Betide her is a compeer of the military 4editor, M. St. Genest, of the Paris Fighro. Hear what St. Genest says of his country but two days ago, when reviewing the army of France as it now is, in ts lack of spirit and organization, min is an influence or patriotism: “There is no flag left; only a stick w ith a bit of rag and a number. There is no j costume; only an uniform dress with a special num-

her. There are no regiments; only agglomerations of men, when men join without pride andleaverwithout regret. There are no more epaulets or iiatons,” etc. Mr. Genest, an able ex-officer, seems to weep over tailoring and upholstery of his country's army, and lie argues, per force, that the soldier has no incentive to fight bravely, if at all. This army editor of the Figaro, though experienced and bearing a brave record, pictures the present French troops as anything but warriors, simply on account of their costumes and their courage, manifested in dodging the bullets. Well, I must beg to differ with him. I have seen some of the finest army material the world ever produced fight gallantly iu rags, without flag or “fuss and feathers.” And, too,' I have seen some of the bravest men dixlge as they heard the wabbling rumble oi shell aud whizzing whistle of bullet tell with fatal thud on companions near by, and those “barefooted boys in gray” have stamped a glorious record for soldiering that no one can gainsay and all men must generously admire.—[Loudon Correspondence of the Baltimore Sun.

A Mystery Solved.

It will be remembered by many in this community that several years ago the ship Alaska left Burrad Inlet for China witli a cargo of lumber. She arrived at her destination in safety and was announced to liavefsailed again for this port to receive a second cargo. Time rolled on,'and at the expiration ot the usual number of days allowed for the passage from China the good ship Alaska was announced as “due.” She failed, however, to put in an appearance; but this was not considered at all extraordinary, as voyages from China vary iu duration as much as voyages to or from any other place. But the days she was overdue gradually crept into weeks -and the weeks into months, and after she had been reported “missing” far a long time the conclusion arrived at was that she h%d doubtless foundered or become the victim of foul play. Years passed by and no word came ot the rescue of any one who had been on board the ill fated ship, and at last the faint glimmer ot hope, which had sustained the hearts of the friends *.»l officers aud crew, died out. The wife of the supercargo of the vessel, who had been watching and “waiting” for many years, succumbed to the effects of the terrible suspense, and was quickly followed by her only child. The fact that during the time which would be necessary for the Alaska to passage to this port there hail l«en no heavy winds or storms was the main reason for the suspicions of foul play, and among those who entertained them was a gentleman who happened to meet a drunken sailor -in a saJoon in Japan. The old adage “iu vino veritas” was again verified (as will be 'subsequently seen), for the sailor quickly began to give a disjointed narrative of mutiny and blood-shed. The gentleman kept the narrative in his memory, and, following up his determination to unravel the mystery surrounding the fate of the ship, encompassed the arrest of several sailors who had been incriminated by their drunken companion.. One of these sailors admitted that he had belonged to the crew of the Alaska aud made a full confession of the circumstances concerning her loss. He stated that when but a few days out from Hong Kong, sailing under a light breeze, off the coast of Japan, the crew mutined and, without a moment’s warning, threw overboard the second mate, who was the only officer on deck at the time. Hearing a commotion, the Captain and first officer rushed up and were immediately murdered and given to the sea.

The Supercargo, Mr. Thorndike, brother of the owner of the ship, who had $5,000 in coin on board, shared the same fate as the other officers, and the crew, having secured the money and everything else of value that could be readily moved, set fire to the vessel, aud, taking to the boats, pulled for the coast of Japan. 'Having landed in safety, they divided the spoils, cherishing the hope that every trace of their foul deed had been obliterated. But Time, the certaiu avengerof crime, has proved that their hope was fallacious, as. following closely on the confession above referred to, the arrest of all but two of the criminals was effected, and they will in all probability quickly be called on to pay the penalty demanded by justice.—[Victoria (B. C.) Colonist.

Beecher On Ingersoll,

Mr. Beecher spoke of the recent address of Robert Ingersoll at the funeral of his brother, and in this relation said of Mr. Ingersoll: “He is a man of great merit and power,and he has made himself perhaps as widely known as almost any man in this generation by his condemning of, I will not say religion, but of those views of religion

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handed down to us by the teachers of Christianity. He has great power of imagination—a flaming wit—and has said a great many things, not wise, but by which wise men may profit. He has uttered a great many criticisms, yet taking his views of religion as a whole, they lack completeness; it is a special plea, a fault-finding plea which sees only one side. Now, while I accord to him the extremest liberty of discussion and disclaim any right to Interfere with his liberty, we have a right to whatever of instruction there may be, and I think be can instruct us by his latest utterance. He has lost a brother dearly beloved, a good man who lived happily with his family and was respected by the community, and at that brother’s funeral Mr. Ingereoll made one ot the most exquisite, yet one of the most sad and mournful sermons I ever read. lam going to read some of it te you.” Mr Beecher here read in the most effective manner nearly the whole of Mr Ingersoll’s funeral oration as reported in the papers at the time, and commenting on it. said: “Was ever anything uttered by the lips of man more pathetic? But we have not only a hope, w’e have the certainty—we know that If our earthly tabernacle is lost we have a building not made with hands eternal in the heavens. To us the sweet voice conges under burdens, under sorrows, in pain, in persecution,, in prison dungeon—the voice of the spirit and the bride say come, and the voice of the whole church of God cries out to us, ‘it is real—it is real—come;’ and when this noble brother of Mr. Ingersoll felt the touch of death. I don’t doubt thathetelt the touch of God the second lime, and saw in the eternal world things which he had counted but shadows here. Even skepticism and that which had been provocation of skepticism iu others says when it comes to the death of hope> “In spite of the doubts or-dogmas, let us hope that there is a better world.’ ” In conclusion, Mr. Beecher urged his hearers to hold fast to the faith of their fathers, and never to doubt the reality of Divine love or of immortality.

How u Rooster Whipped a Fox.

W. P. Levis, proprietor of the “Gem City” paper mills, has a miniature zoological gatden at his mills at East Water street, and among the collection of birds and beasts is a diminutive bantam rooster. A few days since a tame crow, while taking a meditative walk, eame in too close proximity to a sly old fox that was feigning sleep near his den, where he is confined by a light chain. Reynard was apparently oblivious to ;all passing things, but that croW has'now learned that appearances are very deceitful, ami so are foxes. Before the crow was aware of the danger the fox had seized it. Then there was a loud ‘leaw, caw,” and a flapping of wings, which attracted the attention of the little bantam rooster. He took in the situation at a glance, and at once rushed to the rescue of hfs feathered companion. The plucky little rooster flew ihto the face of the fox, struck hard with wing and spur, and so worried the fox that he dropped the -crow aud gave his attention to the rooster, but his feathered antagonist proved as agile as he is brave, and so soon as lie saw the poor crow, minus a few feathers, hop oft safely beyond the limits of Reynanl’s chain, he concluded the law of self-protection was the next liest thine in order, so he carried it into effect. The fox theu skulked into his den. —[Dayton (O.) Journal.*

A Widow’s Peril.

Mrs. Rachel Hollis, an elderly widow who lives alone near Oil City, awoke at 3:30 o’clock yesterday morning almost suffocated, and found her bed, her clothing that hung the window curtains and the carpet in her room all on fire. Mrs. Hollis kept nearly $1,700 in bank-bills in a cupboard near her bed, and her first thought was of her money. She fought her way through the smoke to this cupborii and found that she had been robbed The old lady then managed to get to a window and give an alarm. Her cries were heard ami assistance quickly reached her. The loss of her money had almost crazed her f and it was with difficulty that she was taken from the room, which was all ablaze when her rescuers entered. The flames were soon extinguished and the discovery was made that oil had been poured about the room and fired. Fire was also discovered burning in four other rooms in the house. The fact that Mrs. Hollis kept large sums of money in her house has long been commonly known, and the robbery was no doubt committed by parties familiar with the premises and with Mrs. Hollis’ practice of keeping money, aud it is believed that, whoever they ware, they were prepared to add murder and arson to the criche of robbery. The house was damaged to the amount of SSOO. No arrests have yet been made.—[NewYork World.

England's Dependence on America.

In almost every street there are one or two purely American stores. The latest addition to them is a candy store in the Strand, and I hope some American dentists will follow to repair the ravages which the candies are pretty sure to make upon the teeth. A large place on Oxford street has been taken for the sale of American beef, although it is my belief thatevery butcher sells it. charging for it the price of English beef. Ask any salesman iu Convent Garden market how the supply of apples is likely to be this year and he will answer: “It all depends on America.” Pretty nearly two-thirds of the grain we eat comes from your shores. Cut us off from the rest of the world for a mouth or two or even less and half the population would have to starve. Our supplies of the necessaries of life have to come from foreign countries. There is no nation in the world and there never has been one which had to depend so largely for its food upon other nations. Is that a state of affairs for the English people to rejoice in? The wise men and philosophers say that it is and resard it as an unerring sign of prosperity. Time which tests most things, will test this theory also. —r London Letter.

A Congressman Injured.

Pittsburg, July 15. —Hon. Russell Errett, member of Congress from this district, in getting from a load of hay at his farm near this city, fell and broke one of his ribs. His injuries are not otherwise serious. ! s 'i A death by cholera is reported from Fall River, Massachusetts.

A WAR REMINISCENCE.

Bow Ooreraor Morton Greeted the Captured General Joel A. Battle. The complimentary mention of Morton’s name by Senator Thurman, the other day, brought to our mind a reminiscence of the war while Morton was Governor of Indiana, and had acquired a name of very unenviable notoriety in the South. It was just after the disastrous second day’s fight at Shiloh, and all the glory of Johnston’s first day’s fight had been lost by the timely arrival of Buell. In that fight, it will be remembered that the late gallant General Joel A. Battle had lost the two noble sond that fought side by side with him, and he himself was taken prisoner. The peculiar situation of the old man excited the keenest sympathies of every one. Under the circumstances, he received from the Federals every consideration of respect in thtir power. The boat on which he was confined was anchored in the middle of the Tennessee nver, and though the other prisoners with whom he was crowded were closely guarded, he had the freedom of the boat, and was furnished with a comfortable stateroom. After remaining near the battle ground a few days the boat moved down the river and up the Ohio, landing the prisoners at Cincinnati, and thence they were taken to Camp Morton. A day or two after their arrival Governor Morton paid the prison an official visit. As soon as he came into the inciosure and saw the array of sorrowful prisoners, he spoke a few words tj the commandant, who, leading the waj’, brought him up and introduced him to General Battle. When the General saw them approaching, he naturally thought he would be insulted or upbraided for being found in a comEany of youngsters, and so stiffened imself up to meet the Governor in as haughty a manner as possible. But the thought was far from Morton’s mind, far, with the frankness and courteous bearing of a thorough gentleman, he came quickly up, lifted his hat in the most respectful manner, grasped the old General by the hand, and with the first words broke down all barriers of Southern pride; he assured him of his heartiest sympathy in his great misfortunes —told him he had the pleasure of knowing one of his sous who had attended the State institution at Oxford, Ohio, and assured him, foe as he was, he would be most happy, if it were in his power, to release him unconditionally. After a verv pleasant interchange of sentiments, the Governor, taking him one side, drew out his pocketbook and said: “Colonel, allow me to be your banker for the present,” and handed him a hundred dollar bill. Tills the General politely refused, assuring him that he was well supplied in that respect, a friend iu Louisville having come aboard and pressed a couple of hundred dollars upon him. The Governor then took his leave, begging him to never hesitate to call upon him for Arty favor, and, if need be, to draw a draft on him at any time, telling him that it should not be dishonored. He did not content himself with idle professions of service, for during his short imprisonment he sent many messages and tokens of friendship in the shape of baskets of provisions, etc., and it was through his influence that General Battle was included in the earliest batch of exchanges. During his life he ever spoke of Governor Morton in the friendliest of terms, and never failed to do justiee to his kindness of heart. The wrilerheard him on many occasions recount this adventure, and say that no better nor truer man lived than Oliver P. Morton, whatever he might say or do iu the heat of political debate.—[Nashville (Tenn.) Benner.

COAXED INTO A FORTUNE.

A Eureka Teamster the Subject of the Item. We don’t know whether one would call this a romance or an old phase of human nature, but it is a fact as we tell it. Our town readers all know Horace Tyler. He has been on the Base Range ever since the mines were discovered, and his genuine manhood is a characteristic of the man. In his chosen occupation of teamster he has plodded the dusty highways and sandy deserts of eastern Nevada “nigh onto fifteen year,” as Uncle Josh would exEress it. He came to the coast a mere oy, and in his independent, sturdy Bort of a way has grappled with fortune j not as successfully as some, perhaps, as all his years of toil simply resulted in his ownership of a team and his wresting a hard livelihood from incessant daily labor. He was as honest as they make ’em, and that trait was his pride. Why he left the old home, “Way down in Vermont,” is his secret, and he is stubbornly reticent on that point, simply stating that he came away because “he hankered after a life on the plains.” Whatever the motive, he betrayed no desire to return to his birth place, despite the fact, now known, that it was a most luxurious one, and that every comfort and pleqpure that wealth could command was his if he would accept it. Sunday morning Mr. W. O. Tyler, a cousin of Horace, arrived in Eureka from Vermont, charged with a special mission. He sought out his relative and anuounced to him that he had been sent by Horace’s father to persuade his boy —now a bearded man—to come back to his home. His parent was waiting, eager to welcome him, and praying that his son might listen to his pleadings. Not only this, but all his riches —a cool quarter of a million dollars—was at his son’s command upon his arrival. The latter inducement would have been sufficient for an ordinary mortal, but it did not influence Horace g particle. On the contrary, he was obdurate, flatly refused to go, and despite his cousin’s entreaties, which lasted from the time the train arrived Sunday night until it departed yesterday morning, he persisted in his determination and bade the embassador good-bye at the train, still firm in his resolve. He came back to town, curried his horses and fed them, greased his wagons, and then, falling in with some of his friends, related the incident to them in a matter-of-fact way, concluding with the remark that “he owned that team, didn’t owe much money, and he reckoned he could make a living independent of anybody.” He was met with a storm of remonstrances, arguments and advice. This policy on the part of his old comrades staggered him. He thought he was doing the right thing, but when they remon-

strated to him how unftlial hia conduct, how cruel he was acting in withholding from his aged father the comfort that hia son’s presence would be to his last declining years, Horace weakened; he couldn’t stand the upbraidings of his associates, and as a consequence Eureka loses a good citizen. His cousin was telegraphed to at Elko and instructed to await Horace’s arrival. Yesterday he 'sold his team, paid up every cent that he owed, and this morning departed on horseback for Elko, where he will join his relative, and proceed on his journey eastward. May good luck attend him. He has furnished us with a novel item, and one that it will be hard to match. Think of it! Ana avis, found in these degenerate days, an eccentric individual that has to be coaxed and driven into the possession of $260,000. —[Eureka Leader. [

Killed in the Honeymoon.

Yesterday morning, about 10 o’clock, as the night express from Buffalo on the Erie road was leaving Turner’s Station and the motion yet slow, a World reporter, who happened to be one of the passengers in the rear car, heard a young woman excitedly exclaim to another young woman as they both rose together, “Oh, Lizzie, that was our station!” They then immediately and impulsively ran to the end platform and, without pausing to consider how the train had quickened, jumped pff, one on each side. In. the few seconds which had elapsed between their rising and gaining the platform the speed of the train was greatly accelerated. The bell was immediately rung to stop, the train was backed, and the conductor, with several of the passengers, proceeded to the spot, only to find the unfortunate women lying where they fell, and the eldest of them dead. The youngest, after being attended to by some ladies in the drawing-room car, revived sufficiently to spasmodically ask, “Louise, are you hurt?” Then the train was backed to Turner’s Station, where the body of the unfortunate lady and her grief-stricken sister were left.

The depot agent at once recognized them. The one killed was Mrs. Louisa La roe, who had been only five weeks a bride as the wife of Mr. Henry Laroe, a ticket agent at one of the neighboring stations on the branch road running to Montgomery. She was only twenty-two years old and a beautiful and winning person. It was clear that she had been instantly killed by concussion of the spine. Her sister was Miss Lizzie Clark and only eighteen years old. She is badly bruised, and, as it is feared, injured internally. These circumstances added to her heartrending grief will, it was said, so shock her system that fatal results may follow. The husband, widowed in his honeymoon, was immediately telegraphed for. The remains and the Unhappy survivor were at once tenderly cared for by the family of the two sisters residing at Turner’s.—[N. Y. World, July 4.

A Widow’s Pension that Went to a Perjurer for Fifteen Years.

Ellen McClelland for three years drew a pension of $8 per month as the widow of a soldier named George C. McClellan d who was killed early in the war of the rebellion. She then married one Patrick Martin, a blind man, and lived with him for six years, during whieh time she continued to draw the pension money. In 1870 Martin died in one of the institutions on Blackwell’s Island. Soon afterward she went to live as house keeper with a mau named Ensign and up ty last month she regularly drew her pension, witnesses being produced by her at each payment who swore that she was still a widow and had continued to be a widow since the death of McClelland. The Pension Bureau was led to examine the case. Finding that there was something wrong, it laid the facts discovered before the United States Attorney. A warrant was issued for the woman’s arrest, and yesterday she was brought before United States Commissioner Osborn. On being informed of the charge against her, she at once confessed the whole conspiracy and the facts above stated, and gave information implicating one of her witnesses, a woman who testified regularly that Mrs. McClellaud was a widow and received for this service the larger share of the pension. The prisoner was aditted to bail to await examination. —[N. Y. Times.

A Papistical Dog.

As a genial proposition the clergy of the Roman Catholic Church, though sometimes given to dogma, are not great connoisseurs in dogs. We do not recall the name of any prelate or priest as the winner of a prize at the recent great dog show at Gilmore’s Garden. The one of “high degree” mentioned in the ?ollowing anecdote, from the other side, would certainly have taken a medal if his judges had been selected from the clergy. Monsignor Capel, of London, the eminent Roman Catholic immortalized by Disraeli in Lothair, is not only fond of dogs, bnt is the master of a noble hound which is Catholic to the backbone. “Beppo, give three cheers for the Pope!” and Beppo utters three short, decisive baiks of approval at the sound of the Holy Father’s name. “Beppo, are you a Protestant?” No answer.

“Are you a ritualist?” Gloom on the dog’s face. “Are you a Catholic?” “Bow-wow-wow!” If the questions are put in French, it is tlie same. Beppo is fond of sweet biscuits. Throw him one, and say it cames from Bismarck; he will not stir to take it. Say it comes from the Pope, and Beppo “goes for it.” —[Editor’s Drawer, in Harpers Magazine.

A DARING DEED.

* Aii Incident of the Flint Kaffir War In South Africa. A reader of the Rochester Union and Advertiser furnishes the following incident of the first Kaffir war in South Africa, which has never before appeared in print: •, A short paragraph on the word “assegai” (pronounced as guttural as the Caucasian throat can pronounce it), coupled with the information that it was not to be found in Webster’s Unabridged, met the eye of the writer of this sketch the other day, recalling to his mind an incident of the first Kaffir war. The facts stated are true, and were told to the writer by a son of the principal engaged in it, corroboration of which can be had by consulting the ' records of the Horse Guards, for they

‘ are there recorded with official exactThe late General Donovan, known to almost every one some years back, in the city of Cape Town, etc., as the man with the lion’s voice, for many years commanded that famous corps, the Cape Mounted Rifles. As an evidence of the strength of his lungs it is stated that he could drill his regiment with perfect ease at a quarter of a mile off. He was, at the time of the first Kaffir war, a captain commanding a troop in the,, above named regiment. He was over six feet in height, perfectly proportioned, and possessed of muscular strength rarely given to human being. Scarce knowing what fear meant, a consummate horseman, well skilled with his weapons, he invariably defeated-the enemy whenever they had an encounter, himself coming off scatheless, so that he got to be regarded by the natives as bearing a charmed life.

The Kaffirs, then *as now, fought with address and determination, and were, and are, peculiarly cruel to their captured. If not Immediately and humanely slain by innumerable stabs of the deadly assegai, they were usually reserved for the fearful torture of being flayed alive after suffering nameless indignities. The Kaffirs, particularly the Zulus, made a vow that if ever the “devil captain,” as they called Donovan, or What was the equivalent, in their gutturals, fell into their hands, his fate would be worse than any that had preceded him, and he knew they were meti of their word. In one of the fights that took place in the up-country, not far from where the present tragedies are being enacted, the captain’s luck seemed to have deserted him, and he and his command fell into an ambush in a gully between two rifts of hills common in that country. His men were all most all either killed or wounded, his horse shot from under him, saber broken, and pistols empty. He apparently was at the enemy’s mercy. Donovan knew that small mercy would be accorded him, and as two Zulu chiefs famed for their ‘ strength and bravery, advanced to capture him alive, he seized one literally in each hand, and with his enormous strength doubled by the despair of the moment brought their heads together with a deadly crash. One of his wounded men afterward said that it was like the sound of broken bottles. One chief was killed outright, and the other so maimed that he lived but a day or two. The rest of the baud fled with terror, now thoroughly convinced that he was not a man, but a demon. The survivors aud the dead chiefs were shortly after brought in by reinforcements of the regiment. Donovan was hardly ever again opposed duringthe continuance of the war.

The Zulu Taste in Dress.

I saw Oham some months since; then he wore European clothing, but. consistently with his native customs, he has now In time of war discarded it for the everlasting blanket. I have seen it urged in some English papers as an insuperable barrier to the opening of Zululand for traffic that the Zulu, in common with all Africans, has an unconquerable antipathy to clothing. A greater fallacy could not be promulgated. True, iu his native aud raw sfate his clothing is of the simplest and most meager description, consisting, as it does, of a ring round the head of married, and a piece of bullock hide hanging from the waist before and behind, common to all. But this is because he cannot get other articles of clothing. There is every .respect for the demands of decency, ana at the same time a display of some of the finest physical developments, but marred, as a rule, by a great fall in the small of the back. The limbs are firm and lithe, the flesh plentiful and firmly set, the chest full and expansive, the gait firm and quiet, but dignified, sometimes even majestic, and the whole contour a model of physical perfection, with the exception I have named, and the curious formation of the face so well known that description would be superfluous. When he can obtain clothing he does so with a verigance. I have often wondered where all the cast-off clothing of the British and Continental armies was disposed of. My doubts were at an end when, on passing through Maritzburg, I saw numerous “Kaffir stores” with the uniforms of British grenadiers, French chasseurs and Austrian hussars laid out in every form of tempting display. On my way up country it was no unusual thing to meet a native with three or four old tunics fitting him where they touched, in the genuine slop style. Once, out of curiosity, I examined a native, and found him wearing, in the middle’of an African summer, a guardsman’s tunie, a fancier's tunic, and the ample cloak of a life guardsman. The women, too, are fond o* clothing bright and gay—the brighter the better. I have passed through the whole of South Africa, and must confess that the Zulu woman is the most chaste and decent in her dress and bearing. In Cape Colony, where the European population is more numerous, I have seen native women running about in comi lete nudity. In Pondofand and Griqufand and Basutoland I have seen the same; but in Zululand I have never seen a woman whose dress could he objected to by the most squeamish on the score of deficiency.—[Edinburgh Scotsman.

Jane Atlantic. I believe that for most men more than eight hours’ work per day are required for the maintenance of physical, mental and moral health. I think that for most men, including operatives mechanics, farmers ana clergymen more than eight hours’ labor per day is necessary, in order to keep down and ultilize the forces of the animal passions. I believe that if improvements iu machinery should discharge men from the necessity of laboring more than six hours’ a day. society would rot in measureless ana fatal animalism. I have worked more than ten hours a day during most of my life, and believe it i/best for us all to be compelled to work. It would be well I think, if we could make it impossible for an idler to live on the face of the earth. Religious teachers are not with out the responsibility for having taught that the necessity or labor is a curse. The world ows most of its growth hitherto to men who tried to do as much work as they could. Its debt is small to the men who wished to do as little as possible.

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Is not a detective in the United States coinage bureau a mint’s spy? The French novel Is supplied with all the indelicacies of the season. Moses never had the gout This was one of the missed aches of Moses. Oft In the stilly night, When slumber’s chain hath bound me, I seem to sort of think I hear i] My neighbors’ cats around me. Beware of little things! A coat collar with one little single hair on its surface will cause more trouble than a $lO switch anywhere else. Willie asked his mother where the stars came from. Her reply was: “My son, Ido not know.” ‘‘Well, I do,” he said, “the moon laid ’em.” How rapidly, says the Burlington. Hawkeye, a man loses all interest iu politics arid national finances when he shuts a door on his own thumb. A man may be as pure as a virgin snow-flake and as mi.u aa a May morning, but he will get wild just the same when his office boy dips the. mucilage brush in the inkstand. Kate Cobb, the Connecticut Sendees, as the Detroit Free Press calls her, has had three offers of marriage since she went into retirement. Three more unfortunate weary of breath. Short dresses are now all the rage iu Paris. This is glorious news to the American women who have grown left-handed in the back from stooping over to pick up their trails.

The beauty of summer in the temperate zone is the amount of physical exercise a man can take. He lies awake and fights musquitoes all night, and writhes with the flies and prickly heat all day. They must miss these things In the tropics. “Caesar, what’s become of dat darkey who stole de taller?” “He has been taken up on an affldavy and carried up to the Sperm Court to have it tried.” “On an affldavy, Caesar?” “Yes, seed the handle of it.” A little girl was once asked: “Little girl, how do you get into bed so quickly?” She replied, “I get all undressed, and then I put out the light, and then I cry, ‘Rats! rats!’ and that frightens me so that I jump right into the bed as quick as a wink.” An anxious correspondent writes to inquire “which is the butt end of a goat?” In view of the disastrous experience of debating societies throughout the land we shall decline to answer, as a discussion on the subject can butt end to produce discord. People often complain of hard times from a mere natural tendency to growl, but a Georgia darkey other day said, “Nebber seed sich times since I been born. Work all day and steal all night, and blessed if I can hardly make a livin’.” Some fellows may follow the fickle goddess of Fortune foi a lifetime and never get near enough to kiss the hem of her garment, while flat-footed luck pursues others with a club and knocks the gilded balls of wealth straight into their hands at every clip. At a legal investigation of a liquor seizure the Judge asked an. unwilling witness: “What was' in the barrel that you had?” The reply was: your Honor, it was marked ‘whisky’ on one end of the barrel and ‘Pat Duffey’ on the other end, so that I can’t say whether it was whisky or Pat Duffey was in the barrel, being as l am 'on 1 my oath.” “Young matr,” said a stern old professor to a student who had been charged with kissing one of his daughters, “young man, don’t get into that habit. You’ll find that kissing is like eating soup with a fork.”; “How so, sir?” asked the student. “Because,” answered the stern old professor, “you can’t get enough of it”

Swinburne sings: “I hid my head in a nest of rosses.” Did yoa, Algernon, did you? That was wfae in you to bide it among the roses. Now, if you had covered it up in a nest of cabbages, when you came to pick it out again you could, not have told .for the life of you which head was yours. Stick to the roses, old boy, every time. Mr. Whitelaw Reid, in his 'very interesting addresses before the New York editors, said that the coming reporter must write like Macaulay. He may write like that celebrated historian, but lie will not do any newspaper work. As a reporter Macaulay would have proved the hugest sort oi a failure. He would not have lowered himself down a coal hole in the sidewalk, and come up the cellar stairs, in order to interview a prominent man who had eloped with a judge’s wife; noi would be have climed over a back fence, and left some of his coat tails on the spikes, and jumped through the window of a public hall in order to “borrow”the manuscript of a speech about to be delivered, and thus beat a rival reporter. Therefore, what is the use of the coming reporter being able to write like Macaulay?

It is by far the most painful episode in the history of the church at Maltese 1 Cross Roads. The talented minister of that church was awarded the degree of Doctor of Divinity by one of our colleges a few days since, and as soon as the commencement exercises were over he telegraphed the news to one of his deacons. The telegram, as he sent it, read it: “I’ve Just been D. D’d by my alma mater,” But as the deacon received it it read: !“I’ve just been d—d by my alma mater.” The deacon had ? the most exalted opinion of his dominie, not only of his inteliectua abilities, but of his moral worth, and at once called an indignation meeting of the church, at which, in the !|host scathing terms, he denounced the colege which had presumed to damn a reverend gentleman who was of npim peached soundness in doctrine, and whose practice was in strict conformity with his preaching. He carried all his hearers with him, and his motion that the salary of their dear but shamefullyabused pastor be increased SSOO, and that a committee be appointed to purchase a silver service to be presented to him on bis return, was earned unanimously, and there wasn’t a dry eye in < the'house. 1 The newly-degreed minister. bearing his blushing honors with graceful humility, arrived home in the morning. * * _• In the afternoon the deacon, we regret te say. dissolved his conneotiou with the church and bought a shotgun. About the same time a genial and urbane telegraph operator began leaving for parts unknown as fast ns the lightning express would carry him.—[Albany Evening Journal.

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