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MY CHUM’S REVOLVER.

BY C. A. S.

It was a Smith A Wesson six-shooter —a small affair only—ihat my chum brought to our room after dark one evening, with a hex of cartridges: He was angry. I had never seen such a sullen, ugly gleam in his eyes before. For Ned was naturally &s genial, goodhearted a fellow as fever breathed, though very high-spirited. It was our first term at college, and vie had been having a little "unpleasautnsss” with the Sophomores fora week or two. Tall hats and canes were the cause of it. 'Hie Sophs did mot approve of tall hats on the heads of Freshman, nor of canes in their uu-viph-lstieated hands. These Indonged, by royal rights, to the Sophomores; so, at least, they Claimed —and it yas not healtbltal uor safe fora Freshman to ignore theelaim. It had loug been the custom, when a Freshman appeared with a tall hat on, or was seen sporting a cane,to promptly confiscate the article apd sell it, and expend the pro«*ecd* in a “peanut drunk.” In otln-r words, if a Freshman “put on style” lie was ,‘haxed” —made to feel that he was a “sub.” Indeed, about the first Latin we learned that year was the full signification of sub, *We found that it meant under in every sense of the word, and applied to all Fresh mau. ' Now, as to tall liats. My chum and I had worn “Kerseys” during our last year at the academy. Being 19, and men grown, we were ol some little im[>orteiice in our own estimation, and hud the opinion that tall hats were becoming. In Neu’s rase, certainly, a tall hat added to his gissl looks, for lie was a handsome fellow, 5 feet, lU inches in lieigh L , We Knew —at leant we hail heard—what thw,Sophomores claimed, and we had talked the matter over before entering college. Long ago we had concluded that such “hazing” was mean, contemptible tyranny*. Still, I had deckled that, rather than have any trouble with the upper clansmen, l would allow my tall hat to remaiu unused during my Freshman year. Tl* * |shnt of “rights” at stake did not appear, to me to be worth fighting for. ‘ . ' . ! Ned, however, was more pugnacious and-high-spirited. The fact that his right to w ear what he pleased was disuuted angered him. 'He said tliat he did not wish to wear hLs tall hat every day, or in a way offensive to tire Sophomores. Ha had no w ish to provoke a quarrel Willi them, but tie declared that, if he Wanted to wear his Kersey tp church on Sundays, he should wear it a or if he were going for a day on a visitor for recreation he should wear it if he liked. Ned certainly had right on his side. Therefore I hardly knew how to change his purpose. Tnat he would have trouble 1 felt sure, and it had al vays seemed better to me to keep clear of that if possible. But when I gave this as a reason for him to accept the college custom he declared that I hadn’t inauly spirit. . ' In reply, he argued that it was not only cjwildly but wrong, to yield to injustice, or budge one inch fora bully. **A man,” he said, "should always stand for his rights.” which may be true or may not, according to circumstances. For the first week or two of the term up demonstration of any sort was made. We were getting acquainted with the studeuts, and had joined some of the “societies.” Duinig this time Ned had not worn his “Kersey.” One*morning, hoyvever, he received a leUer, stating thittone of his sisters, with another would pass through the town that day on the 2 o’clock train.. This train stopped ten minutes at the statiou. Ned, of course, weut .to the depot to meet them. The other Soung lady, I may add, was a particuiY friend of Ned’s Perhaps for that easoo he put on hisi“Kersey.” The* o -"tn* always more or less Shops about tl. -• depot at train time, and while Ned was talking to bis sister and her fr. nd in the Pullman Car, one of these y«> mgsters saw him. Word was at ouee passed that the r e was a Freshman under a tall hat.! 1 Three of the Sophs instantly boarded the car, aud, coming up the aisle behind Ned, one of them brought down his double fist with aU his- might upon Ned’s hat, driving it completely over his ears.

F<>r a moment Ned was fairly hoodwinked, and could scarcely get the hat oft. Then he turned on his assailants like a tiger. His sister screamed and caught hold of his arm; aud seeing not not only her terror but that of the other ladies, Ned abru ,tly checked himselH i* : “Ws will see you later,” one of the Sophs ->aid, with a grim bow, aud they went out. Ned came baek to our room with his battered hat, in a raging excitement, and I could not blame him. To have been insulted in that gross manner before ladies was a severe test for a man’s gtsxl temper. But he had met with a still worse affront. As lie came up the outer steps of the college ball, some of the Sophs threw a bucketful of dirtv water over him from a second story ■. window. The poor fellow rushed into the room cympletely drenched aud smeared. '* The water nearly ruined a good suit

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of clothes, and as for his hat, that was utterly spoiled. Imagine, if you can, his anger. It was only by a great effort that he controlled himself as he changed bis c tot has . The#*, taking his “Horace,’' be attempted to go on with bis lessons. 1 do not think that he closed bis eyas that night. He was too much excitra to sleep. Rut those Sophs were not done with him yet. As we went to recitation, next afternoon, at 3 o’clock, he was again “ducked” from one of the upper windows. The water fell like a cataract, and, being close behind him, I received a share of it We went to tecitation with our clothes saturated; but we were hot enough inside| to counteract any danger of a “chill.”

Going out, however, I waited on by two Sophs, who told me, wiib their regrets, that my ducking was wholly unintentional; and advised me, with a laugh, not to walk too close to ,‘Freshman Gilmore” in future. , In return for their warning, I hinted that it was as much as somebody’s life was worth to insult Ned as the Sophs were doing. With a sneer, they replied that they would take some of that conceit out of him. “He carries his head,” suid one of them, “higher thau the chapel tower!” It was true that Ned did carry his head pretty high. He expressed bis hatted aud contempt of the Sophs in every movement. They, on’their part, resolved to humble him Ned was ducked more than a dozen times during the next week. It seemed as if he could not stir out without bringing down a deluge upon his head. He was hooted, too, and insuitingl a-ked why he didn’t come out in his "Kersey” again. They meanly tiied to provoke him in every way, until the poor fellow, like a caged and fomented animal, seemed driven to Jdesperation. -

Ned wan a young mare of good principles. He abhorred anything rneau or had. He wan warm-heartcu, too, and not a youth likely to do a cruel or unlawful act. Yet the insults which the Sophs heaped upon him, and his strong sense of what he knew to lie his rights, led hi in to buy a revolver. Now the roan or l*oy who buys a revolver in finger against a fellow-being has tout dor in ids heart. This l think I fully realized when Ned came into our room and took the revolver out or his pocket. I was frightened, and I hardly kneiw what to say or do. I was indignant at the treatment Ned was receiving, and had, too. something of Ned’s feeling thut a yotiug fellow ought to have manly spirit enough to stand fast for his rights; still, 1 saw something of the folly of Ned’s conduct. Now, I know full weii that no such “hazing tricks,” that nothing save the absolute necessity of <sf -nding one’s-life, should ever induce any one to use the pistol fort purpose ot shooting a fellow-being. “I will give them fair warning,” Ned said. “I cannot endure these insults any longer. I will give them fair warning. Then if they attack me, irey must take the consequences.” » I replied thut he had better go away for the rest of ibe term, aud so preveut trouble. *• Why should f leave?” Ned argued. “I have broken no law. I have interfered with no one. Those Sophs are cowardly bullies. I wilt not budge an inch.” But, in this not yet very perfect world, it is often the part of superior wisdom to foresee evil ami judiciously avoid it. No man, however eminent and talented, cau always get his full rights. Some points he must yield to the imperfect tons aud the prejudices of his tellow men. The man who starts out determined to insist on his full rights in everything will soon find himself at .war with everybody. Yet it is one of the hardest lessons for a spirited young fellow’ to learn when aud how far it Is better to waive his rights or his preferences Ned was as good as his word. He gave the {Sophomores warning. At the door of their end of the hall the following notice was found posted at sunrise uext morning; TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: Certaiu meuil»er» of the Sopliomore class have outrageously and persistently iusulted me. I, hold that, in the matter of ordinary dress, I have a right to wear what I deem proper. That right I shall staud for. Hereafter, whoever assaults me op that account will do so at the peril of his life. Edward S. Gilmore. This was fire and fagots for the Sophomores. A Freshman had defied' them. The-, honor of their class—a poor honor enough, to be sure—was at stake, and class pride runs very high in many colleges—even iu those where it is cltfiined that “hazing” has oeeu abolished. Hoping to avert mischief, I privately told several Sops that Ned really had a pistol, aud would shoot the first who attacked him. But I only added fuel to fire. Their whole class met that night, and voted, almost to a man, to “crush Gilmore” at all hazards. They, too, were “spirited fellows.” This was Friday night. Saturday passed iu a sort of ominous silence. Ned went out but once, and theu wore bis cap. But Sunday morning he dressed himself carefully church, and put on a new silk hat The hat was a tall one, in the height of the prevailing style. “Ned, I wouldn’t do it," I said to him.* “There wiH"be trouble, and you may be sorry for the results?” “I will!” said Ned, firmly. “Bullying lias got to stop here.” He then put fresh cartridges into his revolver and placed it iu his breast pocket

I confess I would rather not have walked to church witn Ned; but I could not have deserted him in danger. We set off together, and had gone about half way, when? near one of the halls, we met some of the Sophs, each with a stout cane. No doubt they bad been on the lookout for Ned. Burnett, a leading classman of the Sophs, was one of the three. I knew they meant to attack Ned the moment I saw them. Burnett was a trained athlete and the best oarsman and haseh&ll player in college. The moment we met he leaped In front «f Ned, and, with a quick stroke of his heavy cane, sent the tall hat whirling Into the ditch. Whether he would have struck Ned, 1 don’t know. He seemed to raise his cane again, but perhaps only to defend

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himself. For Ned jumped backward an the instant, and. drawing his revolver, fired three snots at his assail ant. t I shall never forget what a sound those shots had for roe. At the fiiet fire. Burnett reeled across the sidewalk against tic fci.ce. At d I saw the blood start fcmn under his collar. The Iwll had gone through the left side ol his neck. It seemed to stun him partially, though he did not fall, but lay or hung on the fence. The second shot misted him; the third went through his coat and vest, and bedded Itself against tlie breast bone. The other two Sophs fell back. Ned stood a momeut looking at Burnett. “You ruffian!” egid he, “It Fve killed you, you deserve It?” Then he returned aud went to bis rAom. The other two Sophs were completely cowed, as well they might be. t-Togeth-er we carried Burnett to the steps of the hall, aud took him into one of the reception rooms. A physician was brought as speedily as possible. The ball had made an ugly furrow across Burnett’s strong neck. It was aldangerons wound, the doctor said, but not necessarily mortal Thewound on his breast was of much less consequence. That was all I waited to hear. Leaving the wounded man, I hastened to our room. I shall never forget how Ned looked at my face when I opened the door. He sat on a chair, pale as a corpse, with the revolver in his hand. “Is he dead?” he asked, in a low tone. I told him that the doctor had said that Burnett would probably get well. The pistol dropped ujs>n the floor, he buried his face in his hands, and cried like a child.

Burnett was pronounced out of danger next day, and, as he declined to enter legal complaint, no arrests were made. Three days after, however, Ned was summoned before the President aud faculty of the college, aud oil the following day not only he, but the other two Sophomores engaged In the affair, were expelled from the college, as they deserved to be. Hazing, as well as carrvingrevolvers for personal defense, are both of them barbarous practices. There is no manhood in either. They show how enduring are the savage traits that characterized ourearliest ancestors. Reason and every true manly instinct revolt at the repetition of such practices, and cun only condemn them.

Guarding Millions.

A correspondent of the Troy (N. Y.) Times says: “The Sub-Treasury contains at present $140,000,000 —$11,000,000 in silver, $130,000,000 in gold, and $23,000,000 in greenbacks. The new silver vault, which lias laon in use some months will store $40,000,000,ami the prospects are that it will soon be tilled. The silver is placed in bags containing SI,OOO each, and the different issues of coin are kept seperate. Gold is held in bags containing $5,000, aud green bucks in packages of 1,000 notes. In addition to tbe silver vault there are two other vaults on the main floor, each of which is built on tbe pluu-of a firat-class safe. They contain tiie gold and greenbacks, the lock combination being held by Mr. Ashley the specie clerk, and Mr. Brittan, the cashier, and once a month tbe surveyor of tl»e port makes an examination of the treasure on hand. At night four men, suitably armed, are put on guard and patrol themaiu hall. Eight men arc engaged in this service, their tour being alternate nights. During the day there are two policemen in uniform ill the hall, two detectives in ordinary citizen’s dress also keeping watch. One of these (Thomas (Sampson) is an expert of high order of skill, and com mauds a salary of SI,BOO a year. Tbe watchmen receive $75 per month. They come in at 5 o’clock in the afternoon (when the detectives leave), and lock up aud remain until relieved in the morning. In addition to this the Treasury has lately been put in a. condition of defense against the attack of a mob. The windows are protected by steel bars, and the inside shutters are perforated with loop-holes. The entire clerical force is seventy, for each of whom a musket is kept in the armory. In addition to this, Gatling guns will be stationed on the roof, which will insure the safety of the place against popular violence. This vast institution Is under the general care of Thomas Hillbouse, Assistant Treasurer. He was bred in the western part of the State, but has held his present office for several years. His salary is SB,OOO —a small salary for one who must give bonds to the amount of $500,000. Next in official importance is Cashier Brittau, whose salary is $4,000. The pay is generally small, and an immense business is done 11l a very economical manner.

“Pizun and Ki-Nine.

Detroit Free Press. She wasn’t after hair dye, cosmetics, scented soap, or any of those gimcracks, bit when the druggist had finished putting up a prescription to cure a long-faced boy of a backing cough, she turned from the stove and asked: “Do you keep and medicines and pizuns, aud so on?” “Oh, yes, we keep all such things.” “And ki-nine?” “Yes, we have quinine.” “Well. 1 called in to see about getlln’ some pizuu and some ki-nine, but I dunuo. So many folks have been slaughtered by druggists’ mistakes that I’m e’euamost afraid to even ask for eamfur gum farther off than any other woman in Michigan. Have you ever killed anybody by puttin’ up morphine for bakin’ powder?” “Never.”

“Been in the x business long?” “Only twenty-one years.’” “Well, you orter kuow gum ’rabic from sweet oil by this time, but some men are awful careless. I’ve had a brother pizuned by wrong medcine, and I’m a little shaky. Where is your ki-nine?” “This is it,” he replied as he took down the jar. She wet her finger, pushed it Into the jar, and .then rubbed it on her tongue. “Tastes like it, but I dunno. Sure that ain’t morphine?’, “Yes, very sure.” “Sure your clerk washed the jar out clean afore he put the ki-nine in?” “Oh, I washed it myself.” “If this shouldn’t be ki-nine you’d have the law put to you the worst

kind. We’ve got money in the bank, atid we’d never settle for no $10,000!” “I know It to lie quinine.” “Weil, theu, gimme fifteen cents’ worth, and I want down weight, too. If I’m treated well I’m a great hand to trade at one place, but the min net I see auy sth gin ess or cheatin’, a yoke of oxen couldn’t pull me into that store again.” He weighed out the drug, labeled it with great care, and then she said: “Now' I want ten cents’ worth of pizun to kill rata.” "What kind?” “Why the pizun kind, of coarse. Pizun is pizun the world over. Don’t seem as you were used to handling ’em.”

“Do you want arsenic?” "Certainly; but you want to be powerful keerful! I’m a woman of 59, and I’ve nursed the sick ever since I was a girl, but I never handled pizun without a chill creepin* up my back. Where is it?” I « ■ He handed down the jar, aud she smelt of the stopper, shook her head, turned the jar around are whispered: "That looks a powerful sight like cream-a- tartar. ” “Oh, no—that’s arsenic, and no mistake.” “Well, I’ve got to take the chances, I ’spose. I’ll take ten cents’ worth—down weight. Any one who will be stingy sellin’ pizun will be stingy in other things, and I do hate a stingy Iverson. My first husband was powerful stingy, and he was struck by lightning.” When the poison had been weighed ami labeled, she carefully took up the package and said: “Now, then, write on this that it is to be kept in the old china tea-pot, on the third shelf in the pautry, and that it’s for rats. Then write on this ki-nine that it is to lie kept in the old coffee-pot in tbe"cupboard, and that it’s for chills.” The druggist followed orders,and the old lady put the “pizun” in her pocket and the “ki-nine” in her reticule, and went out saying: “It may be all right, but I dunno. If my old man is took off instead of the rats I’ll begin a law suit next day after the funeral.”

The Luxembourg Palace.

The famous Luxembourgh Palace, at Paris, which is about to enter upon another stage of political existence, dates back to the year 1712, when it was built by the order aud at the expense of Marie de Medici, tbe widow of Henry IV and metber of Henrietta, the unfortunate Queen of Charles I. When driven Into exile in 1830, the Queen made over the palace *o her son, Gaston d’Orleans, upon whose death it passed successively to her two daughters, Mile, de Montpensier and Elizabeth de Guise. The latter of these Princesses presented It to Louis XIV, from whose time it became a part of the royal domain. During the Regency the Duke of Orleans allowed it to be inhabited bv his daughter, the Dutchess de Berrf. At tbe outbreak of tbe great Revolution the palace was in the occupation of the Comte de Provence, afterward Louis XVIII, and on his escape thence was converted into a prison It was from this place of confinement that the Vicomte de Beaubarnais was led out to death, as well as Gen. de Broglie, and afterwards Danton and Camile Des Moulins. In 1795 the Directory altered the designation of the place, and having their councils and the headquarters of their government. The coup d’etat caused a fresh change, and tiie words “Palais du Directoire” were replaced by the inscription “Palais du Consu.at.” Next came a period of occupation by the Senate till 1814, when an alteration in the Constitution handed it over to the Chamlier of Peers, to whose use it continued to be devoted under both the monarchies. The second Napoleonic Senate was installed there in 182, and since 1870, when that rather august body disappeared, no practical use has been made of the ancient but still splendid edifice.

Why He Stole.

New York Graphic, He bad a wife. His salary was $2,500 per anutn. But she complained. She wanted a better house. Better clothes. Nothing fit to go out in. No country cottage. Nor carriage. ■ Nor front pews. Nor society. She coverted a place on the ragged edge of the select 500. She kept it up. Night and day. And moaned'amt Groaned and / Growled aud Wept. He lacked style, also, As well as new clothes every six weeks, and various other things. He knew how. his employer made several hundreds daily on the street. A thousand Or so would not be missed for a few hours. So he took It, went upon the street, aud won. She got her sealskin. He took more and lost. More to get that back and lost. More yet. Defalcation disco vefe.d He wyars the penitentiary check. Others are going to. Beware. But if you win regularly, society won’t be hard on you. But if you lose, society will set down on you. . Better is a modest room up two pair rtf Tiack stairs than a cell in l he Tombe. And a plain woolen jacket rather thau a pair of prison uniform pants on poor Charley’s legs.

The Costliest Cradle.

The cradle which the King of Burmail has just hod manufactured for his child is so magnificent As to dost the State two laces of rupees 192,000. It was first framed with mango wood and then encased with sheet gold inside and out. Over this is ornamental gold work set with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and other precious stones. The cradle is swung from a rod by cords made of gold wire; and the bed or cushion is of embroidered green velvet. The Postmaster General will ask Congress to so amend the postal laws as lo prevent the transmission through the mails of papers containing lottery advertisements.

MATCH-MAKING BY A QUEEN

A Story in Which a New Orleans Banker Fell a Victim to Queei^Christma. New Orleans Democrat. Queen Christina, the mother of Isabella, the fat ex-Queen of Spaiu, whose throne is now occupied by her son Alfonso, upon condition that his mother and grand mother should stay away from Spain, died some months ago. Her will has lately been brought into Court, ami its dispositions have been under consideration. Her principal legacies are of large sums to pay for prayers for her own and her husband’s souls. Which husband is not stated. There were several who were assigned at different periods of her rather festive and eccentric life to the very serious responsibilities of her conubial partner. We presume tl at the will indicates which Of them is meant.

Christina was a hard case. Her whole career was one tufnult of revolution and intrigue. Her soul needs very hard praying to cleanse it of sins with which it was stained. We do not intend to inflict upon our readers a recital of her long array of vices, pecadilloes and the disasters she brought in Hpain and on all persons who were affliciedjwith her patronage and cursed bj association with her. There was, however, one of her victims whose History will interest not a few of our readera, aud will convey a useful and impressi tre moral. The story relates to a former distinguished citizen, and, for a long time, a very wealthy banker and gentleman of great enterprise. He now lives somewhere in Ohio in reduced circumstances, and with greatl> embittered reflections upon a series of misfortunes aud afflictions such as have rarely gathered around a man who had acted so creditably and meritoriously a part in. bis better days, and had justly earned the favor of fortune aud the respect and friendship of a large circle of friends More thau twenty years ago this gentleman was very wealthy, and was the leader in all great enterprises. He was the author and founder of our principal railroads, the largest owner of stock in the old gas company, and established the gaswork in Havana. His bank ranked among the most substantial in the city. He was prominent in the Legislature and in the City Council, and was a most liberal patron of the line arts, ami was foremost in all great schemes to advance the prosperity of our city.

In obtaining from the Spanish Government the grant or charter of his company the gentleman found it necessary to cultivate intimate relations! with Munoz, Queen Christina’s husband, and eventually to admit him as a large stockholder aud partner in the Havana Gas Company. The stock of this company became very valuable, and added largely to the wealth of Christina. She, in gratitude and recognition of this service, tendered to our banker au invitation to visit her at Madrid on the occasion of a tour he was making of Europe with a daughter, a young lady of much ambition and personal charms. Tbe bankerand his daughter were greatly flattered by the attention lavished' upon them when they visited the court of Christina at Madrid. Pluin republicans in New Orleans, they foere bewildered by the splendor.-pomp, flatteries and attentions of the mo9t pretentious court of Europe. The cunning and moneyloving queen-mother greatly overestimated the wealth of our banker, and set to work to negotiate a marriage between the young lady and oue of her favorite aids and courtiers, who ranked as a grundee so far as title was concerned, but was far from possessing the fortune aud iucome suited to his grandee position at court. The father encouraged tiie proposition and promised to promote it in every way. The young lady however, was not favorable. A lawyer of Ibis city, a haudsome and young man, had made the only impression ever made on her heart. Bite repelled at first the overtures of th£ Queen mother and her grandee suitor, but when her father united his influence with theirs, she at last yielded. There was a brilliant marrige in Madrid of the rich American banker’s daugbtei to the elegant Gen. Don St . which was honored by the presence of the Queen mother aud her daughter Isabella. The banker hurried homeward, receiving unfavorable news of the condition of bis finances, aud to complete an elegant palace to which he ‘‘desired to welcome his daughter and her grandee husband. He had invested a large sum in pictures, furniture and other articles of vertu. He had duplicated the order of Queen Christina for wines to fill his cellar.

On reaching the citv our banker found that the unfavorable intelligence of the condition of affairs had not been exaggerated, that he had suffered enormous losses, depreciation of stocks and had become seriously embarrassed. The grand plan of his costly residence was abridged of several stories of its intended elvation, and the orders for its ornamentation and equipment were countermanded. It became necessary for.him to hull in and trim his sails, to economize and husband his resources, and to give up his great energies and enterprise, and resume his labor as a banker aud operator. Thus even with his greatly reduced capital, he would in a few years restore his fortunes and resume his position in tbe financial world.

But, alas! he had, in the confidence of a father, informed his daughter of the change in his condition, and suggested a postponement of her visit to her old home. , The young lady did not act upon the hint, but hastened to the city, where she surprised her father in the midst of manly contest with financial troubles. The daughter reminded him of what great need she had of large sums to maintain the high state into which she bad married. As an heir to her mother her claim was a large one. The withdrawal of so large a sum would cripple him and prevent the recuperation of his fortune, and necessitate the sale of his elegant residence and his large domain. The daughter, however, was inexorable in her demands. It was through the father’s influence she bad married the Spanish grandee. He had instigated her visit and required her to exact from her father and payment of the sum due her. She became his most importunate and unrelenting creditor; placed her claim in the hands of a lawyer; compelled her father to tnake large sacrifices of securties, and finally sell his elegant establishment on Wash-

ngton avenue, with all its valuable pictures, precious articles of vertue and art, and its unequalled cellar of the best wines ever imported. Thus out- banker exhausted himself to satisfy the demands of his daughter, who returned" to Madrid laden with the remnants of a once splendid fortune, which she confided to her hidalgo husband. He quickly squandered the same on his own pleasures, and then, growing cold and neglectful to his wife, she abandoned him, and, returning to the United States, has ever since lived in gloomy retirement and straightened circumstances. Thus one of the most liberal and entd prising of our merchants and bankers was driven from our city. He fixed his residence at the North, engaged again in business, and in a measure regained a high position in the financial world. Whatrhave been the vicissitudes and incidents- of his career for the last fifteen years we axe not informed, nor are curious to k'now, since learning of his desolate and secluded retirement from the active, world, and his reduced circumstances. i

His elegant residence on Washington avenue, with all its costly pictures and highly improved grounds, is now occupied by the wealthiest citizen, a great planter and merchant and bachelor, who, having no relatives in the world and no creditors, is little disturbed with anxieties respecting the disposition of his magnificent estates after his death.

The Meeting of Mrs. Grant and Her Son.

The meeting of Mrs. Grant and her son Ulysses in tiie harbor of Ban Francisco, is thus pleasantly described by the Ban’ Francisco Chronicle: “The party on board the tug boat stood uuder the awning aft, and when the steps were finally adjusted there was a moment of respectful waiting as Ulysses Grant, Jr., came forward and mounted them. From the time when the Tokio was descried he had stood in the wheel house with a field glass in hand, with which he eagerly watched the steamerjx ostensibly for the General, but in rfeality, as every oue on board knew who watched his face, to see tiie mother whom he had parted with twd'years and a half ago and had conversed with since only by letter. Long before the Tokio came alongside he descried her on the bridge and waved a handkerchief as greeting. She stood also with glass in hand scanning the tug, but at first did not see him. When sbedid she waved the handkerchief for a moment, but coijld not wave it Jong, for it went up to her eyes and stayed there, despite the etforts that the mother’s hand made to wave it against the mother’s tears of joy, that made the meeting of her son the central and sole picture in all that grand scene. The “Milieu Griffith” slowly drifted toward the iron hulk, beside which it seemed so magnificent. Before the steps could be adjusted young Grant mounted them—the first man up—aud hastily ran to the gangway, where Colonel Fred, waited to meet him. Arm in arm they passed along tbe deck, reached tbe stairs, and hastily traversed the bridge. The General was passed with a hasty and affectionate salutation of “father,” but the mother, who stood behind, received a kiss that. 'Somehow is the same from palace to hut, and an embrace that told that while she may be Mrs. General Grant to all the waiting world of America, she was only "mother” to the son who met her after the absence of years.

A Piece of Real History.

, All through Germany the anniversary of the surrender at Bedan was celebrated by fireworks, illuminations and the inevitable oration. In connection with this event is a story which sounds more like romance thau real history. When the great Napoleon, the oily Napoleon in fact, was rushing through Europe at the head of his victorious army, made drunk by repeated successes, Louisa, Queen of Prussia, who was compelled to fly from castle to castle, determined to seek an interview with the resistless General. When she entered the room with her children, hoping that their guileless faces would touch the royal heart, she was so exhausted that she sank into a chair. Napoleon, addressing mr in his most brusque manner, said, "Midame, are you aware that you are in the presence of the Emperor?” She at once rose, and standing before the parvenu witii the dignity which the recollection that her family had been famous for hundreds of years replied, "Sir, I supposed that I was in the presence of a gentleman.” Even tbe tiny child felt the insult, for he flushed with anger and doubled his little fist. What wonder that he never forgot the wrong done to his mother, and that when he became a man and felt the pressure of the crown he sought for an ojfportunity to avenge it? Tiie Emperor reached the height of his towering ambition and theu fell Into the abyss of Bt. Helena. At last his nephew—a shadow, with a great man’s name attached—seized the throne of France. At Sedan that nephew—all there was left of the Napoleon who had insulted Louisa—delivered up his sword in disgraceful defeat to the Emperor William, who as a boy bad clenched his flst and vowed revenge. And now you can see in Berlin a magnificent monument dedicated to the memory of Louisa and built with money which the French people were compelled to Day. History seldom presents a picture so complete in all its details as this one.

Expense of Railroad Cars.

The following figures are given regarding the cost of car-building by one the leading firms engaged in the branch of manufacture: ' The average price of box cars is from S4OO to $450, while in 1872 they were as high as $1,200. A milk car costs about SIOO more. A baggage truck and a passenger car truck are of about the same expense. The price of a baggage car varies from $2,000 to $2,500. The cheapest style of Wagner’s drawing-room care may be made for $8,000; the usual price being $12,000. This includes all the furnishing. The cheaper' drawing-room care, four wheels, are made for SIO,OOO, while ordinary mail care cost from $2,000 to $3,000; distributing care are more expensive. Cars for the New York Elevated Road cost from $2,500 to $3,000. The ordinary passenger care cost $4,200: the last built for the Hudson KiVer Road cost $5,400, which included a heater and some extra fixtures. Small cars for carrying ore cost S2OO.

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NO. 23.

A little Chambers burger was called upon in Sabbath school to say a text from the Scriptures. When the time came she had forgotten her verse, but from her geueral knowledge of holy writ she solemnly quoted, “Little \ children should be seen, not heard.”. A professor lecturing on “English Industries” to a class ol juveniles in- i formed them that took seven men and a boy to make a pin. “I expect,” said a little fellow, “tnat it’s the seven men that make th\t pin and that they use the boy to stick it into see if it’s sharp enough.” . “Well. Patrick,” asked the doctor, “how do you feel to-day?” “Och, doctor, dear, I enjoy very poor health intirely. The rumaties are very distressin,’ indarfe; when Igo to slape I lay awake all night, ami my toes is swelled as bigas a goose hen’s egg, so whin I stand up I fall down immediately.”

He was a new man in the big music store, she was a delicate blonde. She entered, and approaching the young man timidly asked, “Have you ‘Rocked in the Cradle of tbe deep’?” He answered with a slight blush and some hesitation, gazing for away toward the horizon, “Well—l really couldn’t say —I must have been very young at the time, if I did.” A new sentimental song is entitled, “Tell me to live in your Soul, Love.” We’ll do it. There’s nothiug mean about us. Come right along and. Uye in it. High stoop, stone front, basement dining-room. hot and cold water on every floor, and a telephone in the sitting room. Rent, S2B per month, invariably in advance; references. But why did you leave your last Soul? It is said that Limburger cheese made in this country is superior in every respect to that produced abroad. Aud we believe it. When you are in Europe and .he wind is favorable, you can smell the American Lim burger cheese factories, but the aroma from similar-establishments across tbe water never reaches this country. It weakens and abandons the trip before it gets fifty miles from home.*

An eccentric old German had a dog aud the dog bad a long tail. The old gentleman thought the dog would look more jipper if the tail was cur-tailed, so he got a fellow to hold the pup while he proceeded with the amputation. Several children of the old gent’s family gathered sorrowfully and sympathetically around to witness the operation. When the knife was about to be applied they began to sCream and cry and raised a great hub-bub. ThiH vexed the old man, and he stormed out at them: “Herej now! Ov you dond stop dot rackets I’ll cut der whole dog off!”

Why American Boys Do Not Learn Trades.

Chicago Tribune. The American press occasionally talk about the disinclination of American boys to learn a trade. Will you allow me to give you a few plaiu re;isons for it? First, we take the sons of the socalled higher ciass. Tfiey would lose caste almost invariably by lowering tbeir dignity by coming in close contact with a greasy meclumic. They know well (for it is a lact) that their fashionable young lady friends would look with holy horror at a pair of hands seamed with black, and what would they think of tlieii going home with a suit of clothes that has been used in a machine-shop or foundry?— for no man can work (I mean work, not clerk) at any manufacturing business without getting dirty. I know, and you know’, that these butterfly acquaintances would drop such a young man out of their set, and until society is completely changed in that respec your educated and intelligent American youths will continue to be clerks, counter-jumpers, office-seekers, gamblers—anything but mechanics. So much for the suns of the rich. Now for those of the middle class. You will notice that lam classifying our people not as politicians like to class all—equal—but as we really exist, for caste is as plainly visible in America as it is in England or on the continent of Europe. The sous of the middle class—l am speaking of Amferi- . cans—would, aA general thing, be too glad to get an opportunity to learn a trade, but, Mr. Editor, it is well kuown to me and to many other fathers that unfortunately the opportunity is denied, and you will ask, Why? I can truthfully say because they are Americans. Our factories almost exclusively are run by foreigners, and the workmen in them will annoy, and snub,* and impose upon any American boy who is introduced iu their shop till hey make life unbearable. Now, I have brought up a family of six boys, aud know whereof I speak. Two out of the six have learned a trade; one is learning now; two would, gladly get the opportunity; one some timeigo tried a cabinet maker. There is scarcely any annoyance you could think of those Bohemians did not practice on him, till I was forced to take him away. But that is only one instance. I could give you plenty. Now, sir, I know of a factory, which shall be nameless, the owner of which had told me over aud over again he would take one of my boys in bis shop, eventually told me he could not, as his workmen would not leach an American boy. Now, sir, I have given you some of the reasons why American boys do not learn trades. They are willing, but are not allowed. They naturally think they ought to get fair play in their native land, but they don’t. Foreigners run seven-tenths of your workshops, and they want to keep them, like the political offices, for their own class. American boys can see it every day. When they want to learn a trade, no American need apply. A F AT her.

What the Country Needs.

Fewer dogs and more sheep. Fewer fences and more pasture. Fewer bar-rooms and more schools Fewer scrub cattle and more good ones. ' Fewer wire pullers in popular conventions and more industry. Fewer men who seek office, and more whom the office seeks. Fewer loafers about railroad stations, four-cornera stores and taverns. Fewer impetuous young men, eager o rush into print and raise the devil enerally. Fewer juvenile statesmen who are eager to rush into the places their seniors and betters ought to occupy. Fewer “leaders” to knuckle to popular prejudices when wrong. * A ' ' i

CONDIMENTS.