Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 October 1874 — Page 3

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CHARGE OF THE GRASSHOPPER BRIGADE. Half a league, half a league. ! / 1 Half a league onward. Kight from the West they came. More than six hundred—^ Out from forest and glade: “Charge for the coni!" they said. - Then for the tlelds they made— ~i ~ More than six hundred. Fields to the right oTTnem, Fields to the left of them, 4 Fields in front of them. Pillaged and plundered: Naught could their numbers tell, • Down on the crops they fe-H, Nor left a stalk or shell— More than six hundred. Flashed all their red legs bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Robbing the farmers there. Charging an orchard, while All the world wondered! Plunged in the smudge and smoke, Right through the corn they broke, Hopper and locust; Peeled they the stalks all bare, Shattered and sundered; They then went onward—but More than six hundred. THE RTNH. r—- •* Give mo,'’ said Lubin to his fair, To whom he would be more than friend, _ “Give me the little ring you wear. 'Tis like my love —it has no end.” “ Excnse me, that I cannot do; My heart you haveho liope of winning; ; The ring is like my love for you, For, Lubin, it has no beginning!** — —Scribner's Monthly.

THE MATE OF THE FRIGATE “GROWLER.”

EXTRACTS FROM MISS ADDISON’S JOURNAL. Monday, May 19. I don’t care to read another word in that stupid book. An author who has no more sense than to assert that Nature is perfect iu all her works don’t deserve a thinking person’s attention. My own case is an instance in point, where Nature made a lamentable failure: I ought - to have been born a boy. 1 When I said this to father a few hours ago he laughed at me. He always laughs the moment I begin to talk seriously. I wonder if other girls are called upon to suffer as much ridicule as I? Perhaps it’s, a way fathers have —I don’t know. Jeannette McClure pronounces me precocious, and tells me I’m too young to dabble with these matters; but if a girl isn’t old enough at sixteen to discuss the mysteries of Providence, when will she be, pray? I believe I have as good a right to my own opinions on such topics as the most antiquated among them. What started me off on this rhapsody, anyway? My vain regrets must have been reawakened by tbe sight of him. j sat down to write with the idea of ignoring his existence, and on looking over my page! find that I have adhereffto my resolution pretty well; but he has crept in, and I shan’t spoil the looks of my journal by tearing out the leaf or making a lot of uncleanly erasures. Since he’s here perforce, let him stay. What a sublime head he lias! and what a pair of whiskers! Next to Brother Willie, he is the handsomest man I ever saw. I met him quite accidentally. Strange that he should have come along just when I was in the midst of my reverie about Willie! He startled me half out of my senses, for I wasn’t aware that anyone frequented those woods but myself. Willie used to go with me sometimes before lie left home. Poor fellow! We have made our last excursion together in this world. Here 1 sat, feeding a couple of robins, with crumbs, and humming an auto myself, while I pushed baek the locks of hair which kept falling over my forehead and dangling in my eyes. Suddenly arose a voice behind me; “ By my soul, a mermaid! She’s giving Mother Carey's chickens their mess.” I glanced around, turned a dozen colors at once, and tried to faint. If Willie’s ghost had stood in that place it couldn’t have been more like him, with his six feet of manhood, broad jshoulders, and sailor’s cap and jacket. And then, such lovely nautical language as he used! It almost brought with it a sniff of salt breeze and a vision of boundless blue. Of course he apologized for the intrusion, said he was Cruising in foreign waters and had lost his reckoning; but 1 now that he’d found a heavenly body to level his sextant at, he’d take a single observation, change his course,jvncLsteer tonor’ard. When he spoke of the “ heavenly body” I blushed again; and. as I knew that “nor’ard” meant the village, I begged him not to stir on my account. I didn’t want to leave on the man’s mind the false impression that I was agitated by his compliment, so I induced him to remain till I had time to compose myself. After we had conversed for an hour or so, and I was calm again, I gathered up my things and started for home. He insisted on accompanying me, because, as he expressed, 11 he didn’t fancy the notion of such a precious little craft sailing alone, when it could just as well have the convoy»of aman-o’-war.” When we were on the outskirts of the village he asked permission to “ heave to,” and I came the rest of the way unattended. Two o’clock a. m ? Dear me! how late lam sitting up! It’s all through trying to w ade into that stupid book. I shall put it back on the sUqlf where it belongs, with its face to the wall, so that it may not tempt me again. ; 21st.— Two more developments; first, his name is Jack; second, he was acquainted with Willie. They made a voyage together, if I am not mistaken —the last one before brother’s fatal shipwreck. What a host of naval stories he has at his toncue’s end, and what marvelous adventures he has met with in his time, notwithstanding lie’s so young! It is more interesting to hear him talk than to read the best book of travels ever .printed. He stopped as he was going by to day, whitel was watering the flowers, leaned over the garden gate and kept me entranced a full half hour. I presume it’s very indiscreet to get so familiar with Btrangers the second time you see them, but I nearly called him Jack to his face. I might have known that was his name—he looks it exactly. There isn’t an unseamanlike inch about him. I’m sure I caught Jeannette peepihg thrdugh her blinds at us. I wish that girl would learn to mind her own affairs; her prying disposition is too much for good nature. , 22d. —Jeannette lias been over to visit me. She is crazy on the subject of my

sailor. She raves about his hair and his eyes and his lipg and his teeth, and—oh my'!—she even pretends to have made an impression on him.' Unhappy creature! Time alone will convince her of her qrrof. ■ ■■ . • ■■ 23d.— As I was coming home from the postoffice this afternoon with Jeannette, who should join us but Jack? “ I kept in your wake so long without being hailed,” he said, by way of salutation, “that I concluded I’d make a tack and run under your bows for h change. “Forgive my negligence, Mr. —” And then I recollected that he had never told me his last name. “ Caronby —Jack Caronby, first mate of the frigate Growler,” he supplied. “ I did not see you, Mr, Caronby, or I should have paused and allowed you to overtake us.” At this juncture Jeannette pinched my elbow, so I had to ‘ present him. H she can construe anything tender or sentimental from the studied civility of his behavior toward her during the remainder of our walk, she’s welcome to. We passed a drove of cattle on our way home. Some of them were attracted by my red shawl, and began to evince sundry disagreeable propensities. “ They don’t respect your colors, Miss Addison,” exclaimed Jack, indignantly. “ Suppose you and Miss McClure lie off to leeward a jiffy or two till I make a ram of this bit of timber afid scatter their fleet?^= So saying he motioned us gently aside, grasped a knotted stick that lay across the path, and with one fierce onslaught sent the drove galloping in every direction. When he returned to us Jeannette began some of her artful tricks —fluttering and gasping and pretending to be frightened to death. Jack was at last compelled to offer her his arm and escort her to within a few rods of her gate. Sly thing! Sunday, 25th. —He was at morning service, like the good man he is. There’s more genuine religion in his broad, honest face than in those of fifty churchwardens. Sincerity, that noblest of human virtues, is sadly rare among landlubbers ; its native atmosphere seems to he that of the sea. He made all the responses as if lie was accustomed to devotional exercises. It may be that he studies his prayer-book while toss!ng about on tire briny billows. Well, he might be worse employed. 27th. —To : day the crisis came. I had a presentiment that it was impending. I was sitting on the piazza, very intent on my embroidery, when I heard a greeting from the street: “Miss Addison, ahoy!” I looked up. Jack was standing by the fence, with his cap deferentially raised. “ May I enter this harbor without papers ?” “Certainly; come in, Mr. Caronby. You will find a chair yonder in the corner.” __ . He seated himself and began to converse. Listening to those musical tones with both my ears and wholly absorbed in what he was saying, I did not perceive that any third person was near till father, who had quietly taken up his position at my side, suddenly asked: “Are you not going to do the honors, Maggie ?” I know I evinced great confusion, and mangled their names, anfftripped myself up, and made a dreadful mixture of it generally; but I succeded in my ultimate object—that of making them acquainted with each other. While they were exchanging the preliminary courtesies it flashed across me that I had never once mentioned Jack’s name in the family. This is unaccountable, considering how long I have known him —as much as a week and a day by the calendar. Father's interference had the effect of abbreviating our tete-a-tete; for I incline to think that.the “shipmate” whom Jack had engaged to meet in the village was a purely fictitious personage—a creature of his imagination and devoid of more solid being. As soon as my hero had passed out of sight there came a broadside from father. Who was this man? I repeated the name. Where did he belong? Onboard the frigate Growler. What was. he doing in this town? how long did he purpose remaining? and at what house, or with whom, was he .stopping? For the life of me I could not answer these questions, simple as they appeared. Father took advantage of my silence to read me a lecture on the evil policy of cultivating people I knew nothing about, as though I knew nothing about Jack, when he has taken me so unreservedly into his confidence and asked my advice on all sorts of points conneeted with his future career! Naturally, I did not mention these things to father; he would only have turned them into a jest. I had nothing to do but to stifle my emotions, pretending to acquiesce" in his philosophy. . r Heigho! It came eventually to this, that I should hereafter discourage every attention from Jack, and hold myself aloof from his society till further notice. Apd meanwhile, Jeannette — 31st. —I am all ih«a trembTe. I can hardly retain my pen in my hand while inditing these words. And yet? I rnrnt write; I shall experience ho shadow of 4 comfort or relief till my soul is disburdened. t '• . » Where shall I begin? How did it happen? In what ordqr did the events occur?, ; Oh! I remember. I had gone to the woods again, and had walked as far as the spot where I met him the first time. Alas! . what a flood of recollections poured in upon me as I stood there! I had not read my heart aright till that moment. —— Then I became gradually conscious that I was not alone. The leaves rustled, a hush near me was pushed " aside, and there emerged from the thicket a melan-choly-looking figure whom I with difficulty convinced myself to be Jack. He advanced: 1 tried to move away, lest I should break faith with father, but could not. He observed the effort, and stationed himself in front of me. «. “ Neither to port nor starboard shall you veer,” he safd, in kind but crushed and husky accents, “ till I have heard your batteries speak. Though you should tear my top-gallants asunder, snap my halyards in twain, nay, even carry away my mainmast, yet you must fire.” “ What will you have me say?” I panted, between quick breaths which threatened to become sobs. “Tell me why you always scud before the wind, refuse to see my signals 6f distress, or run up the black flag whenever I approach?” v *“ Because I am forbidden to walk with you, speak to you, hold Any communication with you unnecessarily for a season. Now will you let me go?” There was a something in his eye that

told me he comprehended the situation perfectly. He heaved a deep sigh, folded his arms, and gazed at me long and steadily. ' 'T'" “It is not your own voluntary act, then?” he asked, gently, and passing from maritime to ordinary parlance. “ No, no,” I whispered, dropping my eyes, because, I cppld no longer oppose them to his. He opened his arms wide. A mad impulse seized me, and I dtew closer and closer to him. “ Avast there! Stern all!” The command issued from some one who had come upon us unpereeived. 1 uttered a half shriek and darted back. There stood Willie, come home from the sea, risdn from the dead! ' - Of all the terrific shocks I have ever received I think this deserved the first rank. I had barely time to realize its force before Jack’s ejaculation smote my ear: “-Shiver my timbers!” “ With the greatest pleasure in life,” responded Willie, coolly removing his outer garments and rolling up his shirtsleeves. I saw there was no time to be lost and hastened to throw myself between the pair. “Oh, Willie, Willie!” I pleaded, “do not strike him. He is guiltless. It is I who am to blame from first to last.” “ I’ll attend to your case presently, sis,” said my brother, unmoved by my entreaty. “ But the urgent business of the moment is with Mr. Watson here. We have rather a long-standing account to settle.” “Mr. Watson?” I echoed; “ there is no Mr. Watson here. This is an old comrade of yours, Willie —Mr. Jack Caronby, first mate of the frigate Growler.” “Frigate fiddlestick! I’ll wager ten to one he never was aboard a vessel in his life, though I can testify to his skill in managing decks." “Miss Addison,” interposed Jack, “this individual is the victim of an hallucination. If he were aboard the Growler 1 should condemn him to an application of the rope’s end or swing him at the yard-arm a while by the thumbs. Let us go away and leave him to his unhappy lunacy.” “Stop!” I cried eagerly. “This must not be. He is my only brother, long lost to us, and now eome hack from the grave. -You -and he must be.reconciled at once. Here, Willie, confess that you have done wrong and shake hands with Mr. Caronby.” “ Are you an idiot, Maggie ?” demanded my brother, now growing rapidly angry. “ Gome home with me instantly, or I shall think you as bad as he!” He resumed his coat and vest, clutched my wrist fiercely, and hurried me on with him toward the village. We left Jack standing in the old place, apparently petrified with astonishment and dismay. My own sentiments were twofold; joyous excitement at my brother’s unexpected return, and sorrow for an innocent being whom he had grievously, though I trust unintentionally, wronged. When we were out of the woods Willie proceeded to explain his behavior on this occasion. It seems that Jack bears the strongest kind of a resemblance to one Watson, a notorious San Francisco gambler, who once lured Willie into playing, and won away from him all his money, clothes, luggage —everything he possessed. It was directly after this encounter that the poor boy, filled with remorse and chagrin, disgusted with himself, and tired of existence, caused the report that he had been drowned during a recent shipwreck to be universally circulated, and repaired to one of the docks with the intention of committing suicide. Fortunately he was met by an officer of a whaler which lay hard by, deterred from his rash design, and induced to commence life anew as a common sailor. His first cruise was wonderfully successful, and he returned to California to recover his old goods, if possible, from the gambler. The latter had meanwhile departed for the East. Willie’s first thought was that Watson had found some letters or other souvenirs in a trunk of his, whence he had gained the, knowledge of father’s being a retired merchant in prosperous circumstances, and had traveled eastward with the idea of playing on the sympathies of the family and swindling us with some cleverlyconcocted story. Among other papers Willie missed was one little note I had written him, deploring the fate that had doomed me to perpetual girlhood, and robbed me of the privilege of becoming a brave sailor lad lik himself. How sorry I am for Jack when I think of the wound this blunder must have inflicted on his sensitive heart! It is bad enough to be identified with a scoundrel through a resemblance which was Nature’s fault, and not one’s own, but to he lbaded with insult besides must be more than a proud spirit can brook. I hope and pray that no evil miav come of it. I am mortified beyond description every time my mind reverts to that scene in the woods, and Willie’s intemperate language -and demeanor. I wonder if Jack will forgive him for old acquaintance sake ? It strikes me! that as a friend of so many years’ standing, and in consideration of Willie’s hot, unreasoning disposition, he ought to overlook this trifling mistake and make it up without delay. Perhaps he will. We shall see to-morrow when Willie is coo.er. It does no good to argue with brother now’, for he declares he is ready to swear in court that that horrid Watson and my Jack are one arid the same. * Five hours later. —In the midst of the domestic jubilee over Willie’s restoration I was called aside to fec<?ive a note. It was Scribbled hurriedly in pencil on >a.half sheet of paper, and the superscription was in Jeannette’s handwriting. I took it quickly to my room and began so read: Dear Friend—When this reaches yon I shall have paesetl out of sight— \ “ It may be for years. , And it may he forever.” Woman-like I have, resisted Jack's importunities fur fotir successive days, andaccepted him on the fifth. We have taken flight together. Luckily father and mother are both absent for the day. and will not return till too late to put any impediment in the way of our elopement. We shall join the frigate Gro’wler with all speed, and set sail for foreign shores. A tour around tbe entire world is the least that Jack will let me oft' with. Now I want to confide .in yon, as I believe I may, without fear. It is only mv desire to shield our servants from unjust suspicion that prompts me to speak on this point-, and you must use your iniormation for bo other purpose. Jack thought it best to take every precaution to prevent detention: so I abstracted a blank check with father's signature on it from the drawer where' mother ulwavs preserves it as a guard against sudden emergencies. I never could get the hang of these money matters; but Jack is as wise ae l am ignorant, and he says he can till up the iheck iu such a wav as to draw money for our traveling expenses if we need it. He is acquainted with bankers in all the.large cities. Jack —the jolly, foolish, rollicksomc fellow—sends yog the inclosed lock of his hair, which he says may possibly prqve a “ slick” in your affliction. I 'did not know, to begin with, that yon Were afflicted in any way, and I bave'nt the remotest conception 'of the meaning of " slick,”

But Jack says you are well versed in maritime language and will understand him perfectly. So r ain satisfied, dear, if you are. Bolieve me. sweet Maggie, 1 - t —v Yours till death, T~~ J K ANNETTE. I longed to cry, but the tears refused to flow. 1 was conscious of an inclination to tear my hair, but resisted it. At length I relapsed into a state of marblelike stolidity and went down stairs again. / ; ” . Drawing a chair beside my brother’s, I leaned over and whispered: * “Willie, may I ask you a question?” “ Two, if you choose,” he replied. “ All right—two. First, where docs the frigate Growler lie?” “At the further end of Nowhere,” jocularly. “ All the lying is done by the first mate. To be sober, though, Sis, there isn’t such a frigate in the navy, to my knowledge. Now, then, what is question number two?” “This: what is the definition of the nautical term, ‘slick?’” “ Humph! How shall I explain it to you? Well, to use a poetical expression, it means ‘ oil upon the troubled waters.’ ” Oh, how I wish I had been born a man! — Harper'B Bazar. m sci

The Latest Romance.

A romance in very high life has just been brought to its last act. Orie of the most noted of the South German nobles was the Prince of Thurm and Taxis. He had been Minister to the late King of Bttvaria and his son was Aid-de-Camp to the present King. It is this son who is the hero of the German romance. Long ago the Lord of Burleigh chose his wife from the peasantry and King Cophetua swore a royal oath that a beggar maid should he his bride; but neither of these traditional lovers went so far as the young Bavarian Prince of our own days. It was an obscure actress who fascinated him and for whom he was content to sacrifice everything. These conventional words meant a great deal in this case. The marriage actually was solemnized but it was made subject to conditions of a very rigorous character, which were imposed upon the bridegroom as a condition of the family assent. He was to renounce all his paternal rights and even his name. He was to be no longer the Prince of Thurm and Taxis but a plain bourgeois, and he x\%s to receive an annual allowance of 5,000 florins. It might seem that such conditions would be impossible. The only answer is that they wete exacted, that the marriage did occur, and that the Prince descended into plain M. de Fels. He had, however, a very fine tenor voice and a very beautiful bride and he made his debut a short time ago at the theater at Zurich. The story so far reminds one of Mario’s history, who was Marquis of Candta in his own right; but here the resemblance ceases. The Swiss are not an imaginative people and care very little for romantic sacrifices. M. de Pels was hissed off' the stage at Zurich, and retired into private life. It was easy to descend from rank and position; It was difficult to reacquire them. The young Prince was brother-in-law of the Duchess of Bavaria. nephew of the Maiordomo to the court of Prince Oettingen, so great efforts were made to restore this would-be tenor within the princely circle. At last a way was found to achieve the end. On the Lakp of Chiem King Ludwig has an estate known as Herreninsel, and there it has been the custom to give great water parties and nautical fetes. A theater is to be built there, of which the artists are to consist almost exclusively of the aristocracy. Scenes out of Wagner’s operas are to be represented, and Offenbach and Herve are also to appear on the bills. But for this distinguished theater a dignified manager has to be provided, and the Grand Duchess of Bavaria, who has a taste for diplomacy, has thus found the means of introducing her nephew within the ring fence of his native aristocracy. Tile name of Paul cte Fels, which appeared on the Zurich playbill, will be heard of no longer, and the Prince of Thurm and Taxis will be known in future as Marshal of the Royal Palace and Master of the Revels to the young King of Bavaria. It is the habit ol some foreign editors to admit statements into their journals “under all reserve,” and when this sentence is seen it is tacitly understood that imagination has something to do with the announcements, but no such qualification has accompanied the reports of this chapter of romance.— London Globe.

How Indians Catch Wild Fowls.

A number of persons from this city and Gold Hill are at present in the mountains hunting and angling. Wild duck are found in some localities in abundance, and the trout in the streams take the hook readily. Wild fowls have not yet made their appearance in the market in any quantity, as most of those shot are kept by the sportsmen for their own use. As the season advances the Indians will take the field and capture them in great numbers. They make large swinging nets out of strong cord, which they manufacture from the rootsof fibrous plants. The bark is stripped otf and manipulated and twisted bv the squaws into twine, which is wound into balls ready for use. It is then woven into nets, some of.which are forty feet in length, the interstices being about two inches square. These nets are swung between two trees in some convenient position, on the shore of a lake or pond. Early on a cold, frosty morning some of the Indians secrete themselves in a neighboring thicket, while others get into boats, and, forming a semi-circle, advance slowly toward a flock of ducks, driving them toward the mouth of tbe bayou. They swim slowly off', hesitating to take flight, being, per haps, partially, benumbed by cold. The circle narrows, and when the wild fowl are in front of the nets the Indians in the - boats raise a great outcry, and, throwing sticks and stones, scare the flock, which, arising from the water, flies in an opposite direction directly into the net, in the meshes of which they become entangled by their heads and feet. The Indians On shore spring from their hiding places, tear down the net, and envelop the ducks in it. They are joined by their companions from the water, and the work of slaughter commences. The necks of the birds are broken as soon as seized, and they are thrown together in piles. In this manner several hundred ducks are sometimes taken at a single haul, and the Indians have enough for their own use and an ample supply for the market. — Virginia {Nee.) Chronicle. To avoid greasy butter, churn with pressure instead of friction. The dash churn brings butter by pressure, and makes better butter than most other kinds of churns. Butter should also be worked by pressure instead of friction. The ladle or worker should not be drawn across the butter, Lilt pressed down upon it.

A Devil Fish Destroys a Vessel.

The following strange story has been comnlunicaU'd to the Indian papers fn James Floyd, late master of the schooner Pearl. Me had left Colombo in the stcamef irftrathowen, had rounded Galle, and were well in the bay, with our course laid for Madras, steaming over a calm and tranquil sea. About an hour before sunset on the 10th of May we saw on our starboard beam, and about two miles off, a small schooner lying becalmed. There was nothing in her appearance or position to excite remark, but as we came up with her I lazily examined her with my binocular, and then noticed between us, but near her, a long, low, swelling object lying on the sea, which, from its color and shape, I took to be a bank of seaweed. As I watched, the mass, hitherto at rest op the quiet sea, was set in motion. It struck the schooner, which visibly reeled and then righted. Immediately afterward the mast swayed sideways, and with my glass I could clearly discern the enormous mass and the hull of the schooner coalescing—l can think of no other term. Judging from their exclamations the other gazers must have witnessed the same appearance. Almost immediately after the collision and coalescence the schooner’s masts swayed toward us, lower and lower; the vessel was on her beam-ends, lay there a few seconds, and disappeared, the masts righting as she sank, and the main exhibiting a reversed ensign struggling toward its peak. A cry of horror rose from the lookers-on, and, as if by instinct, our ship’s head was at once turned toward the scene, which was now marked by the forms of those battling for life—the sole survivors of the pretty little schooner which only twenty minutes before floated bravely on the smooth sea. As soon as the poor fellows were able k to tell their story they astounded us with the assertion that their vessel had been submerged by a gigantic cuttle-fish or calamarv, the animal which, in smaller form, attracts so much attention in the Brighton aquarium as the octopus. Each his version of the story, but in the main all the narratives tallied so remarkably as to leave no doubt of the fact. As soon as he was at leisure I prevailed on the skipper to give me his written account of the disaster, and I have now much pleasure in sending you a copy of his narrative: “ I was lately the skipper of the Pearl schooner, 150 tons, as tight a little craft as ever sailed the seas, with a crew of six men. We were bound from the Mauritius for Rangoon in ballast, to return with paddy, and had put in at Galle for water. Three days out we fell becalmed in the bay (latitude b deg. 50 min. north, longitude 84 deg, s«jfln. east). On the 10th of May, about five p. m. —eight bells I know had gone—we sighted a two-masted screw on ouriport quarter, about five or six miles off. Very soon after, as we lay motionless, a great mass rose slowly out of the sea about half a mile off on our larboard side, and remained spread out, as it Were, and stationary; it looked like the,; back of a huge whale, but it sloped le&r, and was of a brownish color; even at that distance it seemed much larger than our craft, and it seemed to be basking in the sun. “ ‘ What’s that?” I sung out to the mate. “ ‘ Blest if I knows; barring its size, color and shape, it might be a whaie,” replied Torn Scott. “ ‘lt ain’t the sea-sarpent,’ said one of the crew, ‘ for he’s too round for that ere critturJ . “ I went into the cabin for my rifle, and, as I was preparing to fire, Bill Darling, a Newfoundlander, came on deck, and, looking at the monster, exclaimed, putting up his hand: “ Have a care,master ; that ere is a squid, and will capsize us if you hurt him.’ “Smiling at the idea, I let fly and hit him, and with that he shook; there was a great ripple all around him, and he began to move. ‘“Out with all your axes and knives,’ shouted Bill, ‘ and cut at any part of him that comes aboard; look alive, and Lord help us!” “ Not aware of the danger, and never having seen or heard of such a monster, I gave no orders, and it was' no use touching the helm or ropes to get out of the way. By this time three of the crew, Bill included, had found axes, and one a rusty cutlass, and all were looking over the ship’s side at the advancing monster. We could now see a huge oblong niass moving by jerks just under the surface of the water, and an enormous train following; the oblong body was at least half the size of ouf vessel in length, and just as thick; the wake or train, might have been 100 feet long. “ In the time that I have taken to write this the brute struck us, and the ship quivered under the thud; in another moment monstrous arms, like trees, seized the vessel and she heeled over; in another second the monster was aboard, squeezed in between the two masts, Bill screaming, ‘ Slash for your lives;’ but all our slashing was of no avail, for the brute, holding on by his arms, slipped his vast body overboard, and pulled the vessel down with him on her beam-ends; we were thrown into the water at once, and just as I went over I caught sight of one of the crew, either Bill or Tom Fielding, squashed up between the masts and one of those awful arms; for a few seconds our ship te fln her beam-ends, then filled and went down; another of the crew must have been sucked down, for you only picked up five; the rest you know. I can’t tell who ran up the ensign.”

The Glass-Eye Trade in the United States.

It is not generally known that the entire glass-eye business of the United States is in the hands of one firm, and but few people have any idea of the immensity of their business. There is in (he United States a deficit of some 60,000 eyes. Of this number about 25,000 make use of glass eyes. To supply these “ bully boys with glass-eyes” at least 100 specimens of optics are manufactured. Some rich; aristocratic old gentlemen have their eyes made to order. These are manufactured by hand with great care and nicety, a certain fire and vigor being thrown into them more than realistic. We know a Mr. Johnson who is greatly improved by wearing one of these glass eyes. The young ladies dote on him, and say he looks like a poet, “ his eye with sugh fine frenzy rolling.” Suchnre some of the advantages of a glass eye. The cheapest kind of eves are the light blue. These are sold in large quantities. The poor people who cannot afford luxuries usually wear these, whatever the’ color of their natural optics. When a man has a genuine black eye supplemented by one of dim, dismal blue it produces a weird effect. This strange, appearance is still more heightened when

the black eye gives evidence of a glass or so too much of whisky; its contrast with the sleepy soberness <)f the blue eye is apt to astonish a stranger. Several years ago this sole glass-eye estalbishment was burned out in the big fire in Pittsburgh. The sorrow, the ruin, the misery thiß caused can only be appreciated by a one-eyed man. Almost all had to content themselves with secondhand eyes, dim, and considerably the worse for wear and tear. A well-known merchant of New York, who was wanting in optics, dissected a doll of his daughter to procure an eye, so that he might appear in society decently, and man in this very city, in a similar strait, made use of those large variegated crystals of which children are so fond. ,His eye of many colors produced quite a sensation, and the manufacturers threw a quantity of Dolly Varden eves on the market, but somehow they did not take and become the fashion, and the cargo was an entire loss. The United States firm have almost entirely banished the French glass eye from this continent; the English eye never took well here, was never popular. They are now engaged in supplying the Chinese market, and have invented a new patented aquiline eye just suited for the Mongolians. They are also patentees of the strabismic glass eye, suitable for cross or cock-eyed people. With each dozen glass eyes a copy of directions how to wear glass eyes is sent. It is to be hoped that this book will be studied, as some of our best citizens display a disgraceful carelessness in the manner in which they wear their eyes. To be glared at with an eye upside down is apt to disturb a man; indeed, it is extremely disagreeable.— Hew Orleans Picayune.

Hans Christian Andersen.

A correspondent of the Philadelphia Evening Bulletin has been visiting Hans Christian Andersen at a suburb of Copenhagen, and writes of a dinner given by some friends with whom he was staying, as follows: “ Instead of simply meeting the Melchior family and their distinguished guests, as we expected, we found quite a party of their friends on our arrival, among whom was the poet, Carl Andersen, and two other Danish poets. H. C. Andersen came forward and greeted us in his friendly, earnest manner, as though he were really pleased to see us; he wore a red and white ribbon around his neck, to which was suspended a Danish order. Though we were surrounded by strange faces we soon felt at Rome in this pleasant, social gathering. On being seated at the dinner-table I observed a pretty bouquet at each plate, and was informed by our host, at whose right I sat, that Mr. Andersen made them all; that he was in the habit of arranging the flowers for their table, and my attention was called to the unique and tasteful manner in which the bouquets weremade; no two were alike, so peculiar was their arrangement. “ Several toasts were offered, and soon after our host remarked to me that Andersen looked as though he had something to say. The latter arose and offered a toast in Danish, to which my husband responded in appropriate terms. It was afterward suggested that the author furnish me with a copy of his toast, and, as he was kind enough to do so, I will let his American friends have the benefit of it. In English it is as follows : ‘ England was once our far-off neighbor land, but Time’s wisdom brings all nearer to each other; now America has come nearer to us than England was formerly. A Northern people had known and visited the New World eyeo before Columbus had known it. Now it is very near us; we see it with its great life-pulsa-tions. We know the splendor of its colors from Washington Irving’s “ Columbus,” its forests and prairies from Cooper’s picturesque tales, and perceive its relationship to the North (ScandinaVia) from Longfellow’s “Hiawatha.” Tome the mighty land has become still dearer on account of the tokens of affection received from so many young hearts. America’s children have broken their savings-boxes to divide their treasures with their old Danish poet, whom they believed to be in want. This to me is a page of a fairy tale in the story of my life.' 1 therefore propose a toast to this dear, mighty land; the more so since one of its representatives is present with his noble wife—a near relation of the able President of the United States. We hope they will convey our hearty greetings.’ “On adjourning to the parlor the pleasant Danish custom of hand-shaking was observed, beginning with the host and hostess, each one on offering the hand saying: ‘Well be kommen’ (May it become you well). This is equivalent to the German salutation after dinner of ‘ Blessings on your meal.’ Taking up a curiously-cut paper, pasted upon a blue background, that lay upon the centertable, I was informed that Andersen cut it. I proceeded to study its novel and intricate designs, which at first glance gave it a slight resemblance to a piece of honiton lace. This carious paper putting is now before me, for our hostess kindly presented it to me, and Mi). Andersen wrote his name and mine upon it. There are represented on it grotesquelooking faces, clowns, fairies, dancinggirls, gymnasts, pugilists, soldiers, storks, swans, treds, windmills, and the Danish flag.

“ Mr. Anderson, on leaving the dinnertable, came smilingly toward me and presented me with two bouquets that he had made, at the same time remarking: ‘ Give —hot my compliments to America, but my feelings,’ and his hand approached his heart, when a young lady suggested, ‘ your love.’ ‘ Yes,’ he addea, * give my love to America.’ So I take this opportunity of presenting to the American public the love of Hans Christian Andersen.” Apple Jelly.—A nice,’ wholesome and palatable and economical jelly may be made in the following manner: Cut or chop up a quantity of good apples,. parings, cores and all, if free from defects, and boil thoroughly in water sufficient to cover them. When soft, press through a coarse cloth, allowing most of the pulp to pass, and let this stand till cool. Pour off the clear liquid, add a small quantity of tapioca (dissolved in cold Water ana slightly cooked), thin with sufficient white sugar and then boil away sufficient to make a jelly of the right consistence, and you have as nice a preserve as an epicure desires, clear and beautiful. The bottom, or the pulp of the first, cooked with some nice molasses, makes a very fine apple butter, both of which will keep a long time. —A hotel out West says, generously, of a competing establishment, that it stands without arrival.