Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 1, Number 7, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 August 1870 — Page 6

[For tin- Saturday Evening Iall.] THE DREAMER.

11V VIVIAN VANE.

In the soft Spring when now-born buds firo swelling, AVben cooing birds sweet tales of love aro telling, Ami Life and Beauty are in all tilings dwell* »"W^ 4

I dream—I dreiun.

1 dream of coming years all bright and glowing With golden hopes—a crysUil river flowing— On whose sweet murmuring waves I float scarce knowing,

I dream—I dream.

II.

In Autumn when the withered leaves are falling, When on the russet liea'.h the quail are calling, And the still air holds sadness weird, enthralling,

I dream—I dream.

I dream of happy days long inc-.i departed, Of smiles and tears, of soft bright eyes that darted .l:s.. »lancesof love, all

lone

and broken-hearted

I dream—I dreatn. nr.

When fleecy clouds lloit through the sky undriven, When the red sun sinks cold and low at everi, When tlie pale moon iook-s from the midnight heaven,

I dream—1 dream.

I dream of Joy, of Hope, of Toil, Of Sorrow, Of Love to-day—of Hute and Scorn to-mor-7

row-

of trur, deep griefs—of griefs we only borrow, I dream—I dream.

IV.

throng around

Amid the hurrying, bust'.in me, Amid the babbling voices that confound me, Amid the dim, dread shadows that surround me,

I dream—I dream.

I dream of ages gone, and sadly roaming "In Time's coM, misty and mysterious gloaming,

Dread secrets from old" ruins disentombing, I dream—I dream. V. Poor dreamer, still I dream and from the toiling, The hurrying, hronginstruggling and tnrmoiling -jfcOf busy, eager men in fj ir recoiling,

AiI dream—I dream. /dream of years unborn and proudly waring .'Above Hit Present's wil l, tumultuous roaring. '•'"At the fair future's sacred shriue adoring,

I dream—I dream.

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Then let me dream! Oil, spare my gloriom vision I Still let me linger in my sweet elysian, Safe from the world's cold mockery and derision,

To dream—to dream.

And I will dream, and dream till in my reaming, '{This cold, dull earth becomes unto my seeming,

A

place, with soft, ethereal spirits teeming To dream—to dream Ureencastle, Aug. 1S70.

[For the Saturday Evening Mail.]

Reminiscences.

ltY lis'. NKTTtE H. JOAO.

ATTENTION.—"Theto

young ladies of Club

A. are leouested meet in Mrs. Winter's parlors tills afternoon at 'S 1'. M. Let nil be on time promptly. H.v order of

ENID WINTERS, V. P."

ULV 12TH, 1S'J1.(

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Such was tho notice that appeared in tlio Daily Nvwsot 15—, a beautiful, aristocratic, little town situated on tho vast rolling prairies of Illinois, one morning shortly after the war note of the great rebellion resounded throughout tho length and breadth of our land. Proceeding that time, a livelier, wealthier, more go-aheadative western town, and, at the same time, one claiming as tho greater portion of its inhabitants, families of wealth, refinement and culture, could not havo been found. Built upon an eminence at the conjuncion of two important railways, it commanded largo eofmnercial facilities, and a magnificent view of those grand rolling prairies, resembling, in their immensi-. ty a mighty sea of emerald. Oh! to the poet's eve there is as much grandeur in the swelling, waving inundations of our western prairies, as in the smooth, glassy expanse of tho deep heaving sea. .Justly had a traveler styled 11— a "I'rairie (Jem," with its academy of learning, elegant residences and churches, thriving business houses, broad shady streets audits two parks (as wo romantically called tho largo squares one in tho eastern, and the other in the western part of town) which afforded such delightful retreats for lovers' upon moonlight evenings, in Summer. Memory recalls no greater pleasure, than the hours spent under tho lofty trees of East park, |ouring over some old look, or reading aloud passages of rare thought nnd beauty to some appreciative friend. Never had wo young folks enjoyed a season of such genuine hilarity and merry making as during the winter preceding the war.

There had been no end to tho balls, social parties, literary entertainments and (he like, and when Spring approached, putting an end to certain indoor sports, to keep tho Kill of sociability still in motion, some fifty of us organized a club, the sole province of which was to entertain, and bo entertained. Every Thursday evening wo met at the house of some member and if literary inclined, an original paper prepared be* forehand by somo specified member, or the rendition of somo prose or poetic selection was first in order, then such other Rinuxoment as we saw fit to engage in. Sometime** wo invoked the 4 spirit of Enterpc and made the night melodious by

Untwisting all U»e chain* that Ue The hidden soul of harmony." Another time our busy feet tripped

danco. Onco or twico, having secured tho trappings of a broken down Thespian society we essayed tho drama or tableaux vivants engrossed our attention. All this, however, was before tho guns of Sumpter belched forth firo and war,and blood ran like rivers to the sea. Then a shadow gathered over our houses and homo onjoyments and with bated broatlis and foarful hearts we waited for tho uplifting of the deep black Oloud of treason. Alas our fancied momentary waiting lengthened out to five long dreary years. Five years during which our brave boys gave their lives by thousands for every star that shines upon our banner today and every crimson stripe that waves over us is the symbolic emblem of the heart tides which flowed at Shiloh, Antietam, Gettysburg, and tho host of othor battle fields, which stain the face of the sunny South.

The night before my story opens,there had been a rousing war meeting and many had volunteered, among the number, tho A. club boys, without a single exception.

A thrill of pride ran through our hearts as we witnessed this little band of twenty-five enroll their names side by side in the defence of their country. But then followed the swift pang of loneliness and separation doubly pain.nl to many of us, for among tho few, were brothers, lovers, and friends made dear by long association. They belonged to the best families in our place and somo of them were young men of rare ability and promise. The notico at the head of this article appeared in tho next morning's paper. We were only too glad to respond to tho call of tho most active ingenious member of our club, sweet Enid Winters, knowing that she had somo noblo work on hand. Besides we were all aching to be together and sympathize with each other in our mutual sadness. Enid, too, must need our warmest sympathies for were not Fred and Ross, her only brothers going? and Worle Harland, whom we all knew to be her affianced? It did not require the admonition, "be on time promptly," to urge our movements, or long before the time appointed Ave wero all gathered around Enid, some in tears, others discussing in low tones, as if in. the presence of the dead shades of color, quality and cost of goods, length and width of tho flag which was to be made and given to our boys.,

Tho hilarity which usually attended our coming together had given place to anxious countenances, tears and sadness. Enid, our ring leader in past mischief and pleasure, was very calm and self-possessed but her pale face and dark eyes heavy with last night's tears told how hard had been the struggle in her heart between lovo nnd loyalty to her country. That lovo had been sacriliccd upoii tho altar of Liberty, this present meeting proclaimed. Finally she called us to order, and in a quiet musical voice, so peculiar to lior, thus addressed us: "Ladies of club A. tho purport of this meeting you now all understand. The time has come when union, our country, and her flag, must bo upheld by the strong arms of Liberty's sons. Last night some of our dear ones signified their willingness to forsake homo and friends to battle for these inestimable blessings. In view of this fact, lot us mako and givo them a

Hag, which in tho smoko of battle shall be to them a token of our lovo and esteem, even as the rainbow, God's seal in tho firmament, is a token of His loving kindness to us. Thoso who are willing to contributo and aid in this cause please signify their willingness by holding up their right hands." Instantly, twenty-five hands, somo delicate and dimpled as a child's, others strong, plump, and moulded for woman's work, rose upward with a zest which showed how dear was the cause to the hearts of their owners. Then followed donations, tho usual appointments of committees, some to purchase, others to select time an^l places of meotingsand all the ctcctera of flag making, Enid Winters standing there suggesting and managing tho wholo with such tact and wisdom that thoso who aro inclined to doubt a woman's ability to conduct a business meeting of any kind, need but havo seen her to bo convinced that a cool, clear business head sometimes rests upon slender shoulders. Ijot mo describe Enid to you just as she stands there, her head dainty ]Kised, her left hand resting upon tho center tablo beside her, and her right hanging gracefully by her side.

To begin, Enid knew the art of dressing well to perfection. She never appeared gaudily or over-dressed but know just what to wear, when and how to wear that which added most to her natural loveliness. Never a bow of ribbon or a cluster of flowers appeared awkward or out of place upon her and she looked the lady no less in a plain print nnd linen collar, than in her rich est silks and laces. Upon this occasion, she knew very well that last nights' tears nnd excitement would anything but improve her complexion, and, instead of wearing white, or something equally as trying, she had wisely donned a black tissue with dainty frills of lace at the hands and throat. A crimson rosebud gleamed opon her bosom, and nestled amid the braids of her raven hair. About the medium height, her figure was full and symmetrically moulded. A pure sweet fece, slightly oval, with a broad white forehead indicative of intellectual strength and ability. Her eyes were large, dark and lustrous. A firm sensitive mouth, made up the general contour of the face. Perhaps, the curvo of the upper

the fantastic measures of the ma^y lips and tho dclicatoly arched nostrils

indicated rather too much prido for the critical obsorver, but it needed, but a glance at the full ripe lower lip to tell him that love would crucify all that acorn, and from its dust would come forth affection, purely womanly.

Bravely the work begun, and was pushed forward, and all too soon camo tho trying ordeal of presentation and parting. Enid was tho one chosen to present our gift. Modestly, eloquently and courageously, she performed her task, after which we partook of a sumptuous repast served in her own homo and then camo tho tearful good bye. As the long train moved away with its human freight wo could not but join in tho general acknowledgement that the beautiful silken banner bearing the inscription, "Our country and Club A." was tho most lovely among the many.-

APRIL 9th, lbC2.

Girls, we must trust in the goodness of that Being who has spared our loved ones thns far. Why just think of :t— not one of our B— boys havo received a scratch yet. Surely we will got tho names of those killed and wounded tonight. Enid, you pack that jar of peaches, you know how to do such packing to perfection."

It was Mary Willis who spoke thus hopefully in reply to some expressed fear lest our lovecl ones had fallon upon tho fiercely contested field of Shiloh, threo days before. Hers was one of those happy natures that looked not at tho clouds in tho valley, but at the hopeful luminous stars above her. But for two days there had been such contradictory reports filling our papers, and flashing across tho wires, that no wonder we became fearful, waiting to know the truth. Once moro we were assembled for a labor of love. This time, however, in Mrs. Wintor's spacious dining room, where we were engaged in packing a huge pine box with provisions and sanitary stores for our loved ones. Many a similar box had found its way to them since they had left us. It would have puzzled many a brain to reduce to order tho confused heaps contained in that room. The floor was a confused mass of l'riuit jars, boxes of every size and shape, sundry articles of home comfort, and nicknacks of every description. Groups of pretty, bright-faced girls were scattered here and there over tho room, chatting upon various topics while their busy fingers kept time with their merry voices, trying and labeling this box, and that—stowing away a jar here— tucking in the straw more carefully there—all formed a picture so life-like and cheering that it would have cured many a sick soldier just to have taken a peep at it. Some one had expressed her fearful apprehensions when Mary Willis interrupted her with an admonition to trust in Him who doetk aAl things well." Hardly had she ceased speaking when we heard tho voice of a newsboy crying: "Chicago Tribune,'' "Great victory," "names of tho killed and •wounded."

Simultaneously wo all rushed to the doorway, and windows, while Enid, more eager than the rest, bounded down tho steps and secured the precious sheet. Standing in tho midst of the room we gathered round her while she read the names of those killed aloud. Suddenly her face and lips blanched ghastly and with a moan she whispered hoarsely. "Read it Alice, my eyes deceive me. Worle is not dead."

Alice West took tho paper and read a few names and then Captain Worle Harlavd, Company E, 55t/i Infantry. With bowed head and clenched hands, Enid turned and staggered from the room like one intoxicated. Some one made a move to follow her when Ella Davis whispei ed, "Don't,she wants to be alone read on Alice for the love of Heaven." John Archer and Walter March were all of the rest reported, and they were but slightly wounded. No more work that night we had suffered loss. It was with sad hearts that Jennie Archer and Bessie March sought their homes that night. Slowly the hours slipped into twilight and still Fnid remained in her chamber. Mrs. Winters was absent from home and at last Alice West

Eer,

resuming upon the lovo Enid bore ventured to seek her and ojffer our condolences and her own sorrow.

Softly she tapped at the chamlfcr door, and receiving no answer she gently slid back tho bolt and entered. Eaiu was kneeling beside tho bed, her back toward tho door but a largo mirror upon tho opposite wall revealed her face.

Her large toarless eyes, deeply black with pain, wero raised imploringly, while with ashy lips and clasped hands she pleaded: "O, my Father hear me! Hear thy poor stricken child and give me strength to bear this trial! O, my God do not forsake mo!" With streaming eyes Alice slipped from the room, saying as she joined us below, "no one but her God can help or comtort her. Wo had bettor close up tho h»uso and go home. I shall remain, lowever, and if any of you choose, yol can do so also."

For weeks tho lite of sweet Fnid W inters hung upon a thread tken snail like, life crept back, joyless aid dark. Nono but a bravo heart like hrt-s would have desired its burden. No complaint, however, passed her lips, bit calmly she

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Took up the burden of life ogain, Saying only, "It might have Ifcen."

ATTENTION.—"The

Eome,

and still

Faithfully she did her dlty swercd not when tho cross fell heavier upon her shoulders bythe death of her brother Ross.

All her former gaiety was gone but a placid ch^erfulness, know* to none but the consistent christian, ltigncd in its stead.

member^of Club A.

are requested to meet at th» residence of Mr. Henry West, this evening, at P. M. A general attendance Ls desired,

By order of ELLA DAV^, Pres't."

SEPTEMBER 8th 18W. Can any of us forget tho ttrills of joy which ran through tho northern heart when Uncle Sam granted hi boys the

rivilege of visiting their loied ones at ere entering upon thfcir second term of service? I think not. The event occasioned too much feioicing— too much effort to wait patieitly for the sight of the long promised face of

[plains ltsen men. About two rier their arrival, ih honor of th|

notice explains itself then.

weeks a

the occasion, we girls of tl^club prepared a little private recepMbn for ourselves, and spared neither', time nor Siins to make the affair a plfcasant one. nt in spite of all our effort*, when we assembled, a painful hush fell upon our

little group. Ten chairs were vacant. Ten faces over which southern grasses were dying the Autumn death, were missed from our circle. Conversation lagged, and music was without soul or harmony.

The spirit of enjoyment had fled from our presence and we only mocked at pleasure.

Suddenly Waltor March exclaimed jocosely, although his voice wavered a little in spite ofhimself, "Ladies I am ravenously hungry, and the savor of thoso good things out thore is wonderfully tantalizing to a poor fellow who has dined on hard tack for three years. Do pity me." "Poor fellow! to show how sincere my pity is for one in your condition, I am going to conduct you to tho dining room first. Tho rest will please follow," mimiced Alice West in her irresistablo manner leading Walter off towards tho dining room, while he laughing replied as he placod her little hand upon his arm, "Thanks, fair ladv," "whithersoever thou goest there will I go but bending his head gracefully towards her, and speaking in a tone intended but for her ear, "I must carry something more than your pity— back with me, Alice." Alice's color was unusually brilliant as she assisted her lather in arranging the guests. Whether the half whispered conversation carried on in the hall a moment boftr jihad aught to do with it, we can only surmise. This I do know, never before had she seemed so witty or quick at repartee as now. We were all laughing heartily at one of her witty sall.es when the door-bell rang and Mr. West was summoned from the table. We wero still exclaiming at tho interruption when he returned, his face beaming with pleasure. "I have a pleasant surprise for you," he said, "now girls don't scream nor faint. Gentlemen keep your seats, here"—and he drew forward into the light—the shadow of what was once Worle Harland. Pale, emaciated, an empty sleeve dangling at his side, and an ugly red scar extending across the left cheek from chin to temple it was no wonder, that, at .first, we failed to recognize him. But that was Worle's voice, exclaiming! "Am I intruding, or have you a place for me?"

With screams of delight and cries of "can it be possible," Hello old boy J" "The deuce!" "Worle is it really you?" we gathered round him with words of greeting. All except Enid, who remained as we left her, bending forward her face colorless as marble and full of a nameless terror. Her large eyes fixed on Worle's face, while through her slightly parted lips her teeth gleamed like a line of pearl.

Worle spied her and with outstretched hand came forward eagerly, repeating in gentle accents: "What, no welcome from you, my Enid?" The sound of her name called back life, and with the joyous cry, "My God I thank Thee! I thank Thee!" she was by his side looking up into his face, while the first tears wo ever saw her shed, rolled down her cheeks. Throwing his only arm about her Worle drew her from the room. What passed between them then I daro not tell but when they walked home in the soft misty moonlight, the stars above them were not more radient than tho light which shone in Enid Winters' eyes. It was the old story repeated at many firesides during the war—of wounded, captured, a southern dungeon, and long delayed relief, that Worle rehearsed to us.

JUNE 11th, 1868.

Yesterday I spent the day at Enid's home and Worle's. It is a perfect little paradise. They aro as proud of it as my vain little canary is of her abode when a half dozen little ugly looking brown heads peep at you over the top. A little birdling, witli Enid's eyes and smile, makes music in their home, too. Not long after mv arrival it perched upon my knee and after duly scrutinizing me to see if I would be a competent judge, or not, in the sweetest of baby accents lisped "Don't you think mamma Enid, is the goodest mamma in tho big world?" Tho query was such a true index of my thoughts just then, that I laughed out-right. This breach of decorum so affronted my youthful interlocutor, that she slid from my knee and sought more congenial society in the shapo of Enid herself, exclaiming with a pout upon her dainty lips: "Well papa and me do, if you don't Miss lady." ,,.V5,rj..

CONCLUSION.

Reader if tho perusal of these pages from my journal have saddenened you, will it not bo sufficient satisfaction to know that through tears I have repennedthem?

TIIK MEETING OF ORIGINAL AND ABORIGINAL.—Tho following good story is going the newspaper rounds: A friend of ours, who took a trip to California, said he was not afraid of the Indians, because he belonged to the Benevolent Order of Red Men, and knew all tho passwords and winks and the figurative language and things, and no savage was going to touch him, initiated anil fixed up in regalia as he was. He had not gone more than a hundred miles from Omaha before a band of Indians came at him and scooped him up. He took the chief aside and whispered the password in his ear and gave him the grip twenty-six times on both hands, and made somo observation about "fifth moons" and happy hunting grounds." The chief replied in a fraternal manner by tomahawking him, and jabbing his butcher knife into his vitals. Our friend remarked that these ceremonies wero not observed in the lodge but the chief wanted to show him all the peculiarities of the Western system, so he scalped him and chopped otf his nose, and was about to build a bonfire on his stomach, when some of the soldiers arrived and rescued him. He is now the bald-headedest red man on this side of tho Pacific Ocean, and you never saw a person so disgusted with secret societies and Indian poetry. He is going to sue his lodgo for passing olT a counterfeit grip on him, and for damage done by tho loss of his hair.

Tn.vrKERAY told Mr. Bedingfleld that at fifteen years of ago ho was only fivo feet six inches in height, but he had an illness of some months' duratiQn, and roso up at his full altitndo of six foet three. "People must have looked astonished at vou," was the remark. "I don't know,"" replied Thackerav "my coatt looked astonished." Talking of style, ho observed that the simplest and most natural was tho best to which Mr. Bedingfleld objected that, in tho highest works of art, tho most ideal and poetical works, "this simplo style—such as Goldsmith's, for instance—was not appropriate." "Dickens persuaded mo to admire Tennvson," said Thackeray "but I don't care for idealism. Beware of it! Englishmen like roast bee/.'1

A London correspondent, in a letter, says: A ladies' croquet tournament for all England is in progress this week on Wimbledon Common, and it is, of course, a picturesque affair. Imagine five thousand of the handsomest and best dressed women of tho realm flashing through innumerable games of "Presbyterian billiards "—all within sight!

FIRST GRENADIER OF FRANCE. A correspondent having asked of us who was De La Tour D'Auvergne, another correspondent furnishes us with the following interesting story

Under the first Napoleon, De La Tour D'Auvergne, a Breton gentleman—a member of one of the oldest families of France—took his place in the ranks of a grenadier regiment. Serving long and well as a gallant but modest private, his bravery and general good conduct at length camo to the knowledge of his Sovereign. Promotion was offered him, but time and again he declined the honor, and refused a commission—preferring, with broad humility, to remain in the modest state he had so worthily filled.

But the Emperor, not to bo baffled by a determination he could not but admire, struck out a happy and poetic idea, which illustrates also the wonderful tact by which he drew to himself so many enthusiastic adherents.

He named D'Auvergne first grenadier of France! Tha veteran could not decline that it conferred no advance of grade it imposed no added responsibility. There he stood, tho simple soldier still, but singled out, in spite of himself, from the whole army—from the whole nation. There were marshals by the score and generals by the hundred, but in all France there was but one Emperor— there could bo but ono first grenadier

It was a brilliant epic condensed to a single line— De La TOur D'Avergno, first grenadier of France."

Time passed on, and the gallant soldier met a soldier's death—slain upon a hard fought field. But not there did his memory perish. With true poetic feeling, (whether ho know it or not,) and again with that remarkable tact, his Emperor gavo him a monument,but not of glittering marble lettered with his bravery and his battles—ho simply ordered that his name should stand perpetually at the head of the muster roll of his regiment. And to-day, on certain occasions, when the regiment D'Auvergne is on parade, first from its roll is called the name of Do La Tour D'Auvergne, the first grenadier of France!" and as the clear response rings along the lino, "Dead, in the field of battle," the drums beat a roll, and the regimental standard is lowered in salute, an ever-renewed memorial of the heroic dead. Is there not history, romance and poetry in the tale?

LANDOR AND HIS DOG rOMERO. Mrs. Ethel Lynn Linton gives, in the last number of Forster's Magazine, a few reminiscences ot Walter Savage Landor, from which we extract the following in regard to his dog Pomero:

Of course, every ono who knew Mr. Landor knew Pomero as well. Ho was a small yellow Pomerian dog, which had been sent to him as a puppy from Italy, and on which ho concentrated all the playful affectionateness that made up so large a portion of his character, He loved that noisy little beast like a child, and would talk nonsense to him as to a child but it was Landorian nonsense—nonsense with a meaning to it, and some dash of poetry in it. He used to accuse him of having had a grandmother who had looked too lovingly at a fox one day and that was how he had come by his pointed ears and his sharp nose, and the fine feathers in his tail. 'Such a fine "yaller" feather,' he used to say, drawing it lightly through his hand 'I must cut it oft", my Pomero, and stick it in my cap! I must indeed, caro cane, lupo cane, dear heart, my child!' And then ho would laugh and

his laugh literally shook the room. But if, in tne midst of their play, any visitor chanced to call, and the 'fox-dog,' darling off his master's knee and rush-

No,

midst of their play, any visithe

ing at tho intruder, yelped and barked till every one's voice but his own was drownea then his loving 'babbo' and adoring padrone would get violently angry, and begin to swear as ho roared out: fBo quiot, you nasty, noisy, troublesome boast! I'll wring your neck, if you won't be quiet' making as though he would have killed him. Dear, explosive, exaggerated old man ho would not have hurt a hair of tho whole golden fleeco'—as he used sometimes to call tho dog's 'yaller" hair, Mr. Dickens, who avowedly took Landor for his model of Boythorn, transformed Pomero into a canary. I never knew if tho Bath Boythorn recognized his likeness or no. Though ho often spoko of Mr. Dickens's otlier works, and of himself, with profound admiration and tender affection, especially loving Littlo Nell, which he fisod to sav was equal to anything Shakespeare ha"d written, ho woull never mention Bleak House. And I remember when I asked him, a little rashly, if ho had over road it, ho answered very shortly:

and I never shall

DTS AM DE CULL UD GALL ER IV A Washington correspondent of tho Louisville Commercial is responsible for tho following

A funny incident is told about Colonel Cheney, a California politician, going to hear tho Parepa troupo perform "The Marriage of Figaro." Finding tho lower part of tho houso crowded to suffocation, Cheney, rather than miss the music, went up into tho unknown regions, and seated himself on that part of tho gallery appropriated to tho sons and daughters of Africa. Just as ho was becoming enraptured by the sweet concord, ho felt a light tap on tho shoulder, accompanied by Dis am do cullud gallery," from a sable attendant.

S—h! All right!" said tho Californian, and again directed his entire attention to tho stage, where Parepa was warbling like a robin. "But ais am do cullud gallery," interposed tho black tormentor.

All right. I know it. I'd as soon bo hero as anywhere," said the placid Cheney.

But it am not all right. Dis am de cullud gallery, and you can't stay here," persisted the attendant, and Cheney had to clamber around and take aback seat among tho "white trash" on the other side. A venerable darkey, who had been a wondering spectator of tho scene, exclaimed:

Lor' bless us now an' do Fifteenth 'mendment, too I wouldn't a bleevcd Mars Blair's Saul ud livo to see that day a nigger's good as a white man.",

INK ON BOOKS.—To remove ink stains from a book, first wash the paper with warm water, using a camel's hair pencil for the purpose. By this moans the surface ink is got rid of the paper must now bo wetted with a solution of oxalate of potash, or, better still, oxalic acid, in the proportion of ono ounce to half a pint of water. The ink stains will immediately disappear. Finally, again wash the stained place with clean water, and dry it yfith white blotting paper.

Jeromo Napoleon, grandson of Prince Jerome and Madame Patterson Bonaparte, sailed for France a short timo ago in tho steamer Lafayette, for the purpose of joining the French

arD^y

the Rhine. Ho was educated at West Point.

LONG BRANCH MISERIES. The miseries endured by pleasureseekers at the sea-side this hof weather

lg Branch, lie says: ine poor

wretches, for five dollars a aay, occupied a miserable little room with beds like those in a' hospital ward, and a great scarcity of water to wash in. They had plenty of towels and an overpowering display of gaslight. At the table, after waiting, thev obtained good food, but only through a strategem unworthy of upright men for they Deforehand found out the name of the waiter and accosted him familiarly, asking him if he did not remember them at Saratoga whereat he grinned, and with foncl hope of fees ministered unto them.

But that night! If it had been allowable to sleep on the sea-sands, slumber might havo visited their eyeli&s but being miserable conventional creatures, they thought they must needs sleep in a bed. The room had been thoroughly heated during tho recent hot days, ana with its tiny little peep-hole of a window could not get cool. They tossed miserably about, and as they were thrust two or three in a room they hold hot converse. I think I have already remarked that it had been a hot day.

I," said one live in Now York. Alas! Would I wero in my native gutters." "I," murmured another, wiping hi brow with his pillow-caso, "I havo at home a big, spacious room with threo groat windows and a door opening on a cool entry. Why am I not there now?" ".I," feebly gasped a third, I, too, in tho city havo a treasure in a cornerhouse over-looking a park. I havo icewater to drink. 1 have ico-crcam bo for a going to bed. I-do not sleep next to" thoioof at home." Then ho fell back fainting.

Hark!" ejaculated another, who was evidently delirious, "methinks Lheard the cool Croton dashing into my bathtub. And ah! how refreshing tho patter of tho shower-bath!"

So they each blabbed of homo and after many turnings they aroso at daylight fluffy and hot, and took tho first train for the first Now York boat.

RATHER 1 TANDY.

Fronting tlio rcsidcnco of Judge in tho pleasant villago of Oswego, at intervals of a few feet stand threo original "monarchs of tho forest. Pioneer woodmen and modern aldor men have alike spared thoso trees, notwithstanding that thoy are located in tho very middle of tho sidewalk, and are voted a nuisance by tipsy pedes trians and grumbling tax-payers. On lino day, not many years ago, a dis tinguished disciple of Blackstone, ar occasional votary of Bacchus, residon hereabouts, having tarried too long at tho wine-cup, concluded to tarry longer, but tako a walk. Chanco turn ed his uncertain footsteps in tho direct ion of tho Judge's residence. As ncared tho scene of our story, confi dence in his sobriety and understand ing grow apace, and his pace grew ac cording. Suddenly locomotion wa~ ^arrested by direct collision with tho first of tlioso famous trees. Rccoilin a moment our hero, who is a model manners, made as profound an oboisanco as his condition would warrant and with an earnest Bog your pardon' moved forward. A fow stops furt he and ho encountered the second statel sentinel. By skiiful manoeuvring managed to soouro iiis fallen chapeau and another salaam and apology passed on, only to run with incroasoc momentum into "bravo old oak" number three, which knocked him 11a as a flounder. Aftor a series of effort., ho succeeded in recovering his equil* brium, and extending tho right nan of friendship, ho humbly ejaculi "Stranger, exuse mo!" His apolog. was not accepted and backing ir against the Judgo's fence, ho stow.' with folded armst bloody noso, and owly eyes, regarding tho causo of his discomfiture. Ho had thus lingered full lialf-hour when a good Saniarityw passed that way, and seeing our legs friend in this sorry predicament, a'ccof ted him with:

I sav, Squire, what aro you doin there?,,' "Why, don't you see, yc fool?" hiccoughed tho learnedCOUIIH| "I'm waiting for this procession pass!"

TIIE LUXURIES OF AN EA,S\ ERN TRIP. A Cincinnati gentleman writing fr1 the sea-shore in Connecticut to a frier] in this city under dato of July 21), sa\ "Oh! how I wish you woro horo on joy this pleasant climate. In Cinci^ nati you aro overcome with tho lies Hero wo aro with fino sand and tl hoat averaging botwoon 90and 108, ar no air to disturb us, and with only t) smell of seaweed and fish. Wo can t' who cat lobsters by Mie sizo of th eyes. Somo of them can look arou: the corner. Deliver mo from any mil Eastern trips. Tho only eniployine we have is to send tho children to to keep them out of tho sun. No ogoes out without cabbage leaves in hat. Ono man from Cincinnati put 1. family on a steamboat and then dioj They say tho sun has kindled up ntl fires. Judge Mallon is hero and bathing every day. I enjoy batl^l' greatly, and could live in saltwater use a pint every morning for bathiil and think it had much to do with n) good health sinco I havo boon hoi We had ono child brought hero frd Now York for its health, which dij in four days. Dr. brought a eh' from Cincinnati, and this child the in night tumbled out of bed and bro its collar bone. Fish, including lo tors, aro recommondcd by tho (locto: I improved rny health to-day by sc eels and somo crabs. "—Cincinnati Co mcrcial.

vKsor's LITTLK GAME.—A travel bound for a certain villago, passing yKsop's houso, thus addressed him:

Can you tell mo how long it tako mo to reach Walk on," was iEsop's laconic rQJ|

The traveler, not comprehending answer, repeated his question. Af. yEsop responded, "Walk on." 1,1 gusted with his manner, tho travel did walk on, when suddenly yEsop claimed:

You will reach 13 in two hour. "And pray," retaliated thowande^l "why did you not tell me beforo?" a

How could I," he replied, befo) had seen your rate of walking?" Circumstances alter cases. 1

Lady Franklin, with her nieco, Cracroft, came to this country with expectation of meeting Captain and hearing from bis own lip tho re:of his explorations in the icy regies where Sir John and his companic spent their last moments. She lis tic hope of learning any thing m. respecting tho melancholy fato of husband yet any information fesp ing those frozen zones has peculiar*] terest for her. Lady Franklin travj ed from England to California by way of the Straits of Magellan, an: apparently, in remarkably good hoa