Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 2, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 9 September 1871 — Page 6

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TO JOHN IIA Y.

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plalc-«.x)k* man, whose eyes

somehow wat«r when lit* rends "Little Breeches" and "Jim Blue so."] I've beard of yon much of !ate, John Hay,

And fmm wliut the papers tell. You're himd In glove with Satan himself marching our .soul* to hell— t#.vn I'm a trifle scared at that. r'or I thought your head was level. And In what I'd read «f rhymes I found

t, Precious little of ttie devil.

Well! 'tMn't for men like you and me To run aimtg of belief -It's a mighty ticklish thing, you know,

If one nf uscotBew to grief.

•.••••• I'm hound to speak my mind in this— Out loud, John Hay. like a manMore faith sprout* r«*ady-intul»- in the^ heart

Than liy htudylu^ out Hod'- plan il've read rnv Bible ofiCTi enouuh— There ain't no duU on ttuil sh -If I

And «orn o'the thine* In it drive home A* If He clinched 'eiu Himself—

.......... AW /The sinful woman that washed His feet With li-r tear*, and wa* forgiven—

.And the cruciflt*l thief that xleptby HHslde And awolte with Him in Heaven.

'.They didn't mak«? any speeches to Him Tbat they didn't half understand *Hl* imimn nature f«-lt what they felt (•. And he pardoned'em then, off hsind. •He was man lough to feel for men,

And O.xl enough to forgive, yVtiij that's iny sort of belief in Him— JLtKihe burn a nest way to believe.^ r.iln't Orthodox, but I can't help that

I don't know how. but I know *, That there ain't much left for us to do. It was all done long ago: And I'd rather die in child's dumr faith,

vm, And feel that it met my needs, fhan trust to munti to help me right In llou ulerlng through the creeds.

'And so, John Ilay, I re'lly don't see Wherein you're very far wrong: You ran't forget He was a man on earth,

And it crops out In your song •Vnd If He left loop holes here and there To *nak* the last sinner through, 'The tn:in In Him yet won't be too rough

Oa the men that think like you.

[From the Washington Capital

Worse than Death.

In one of the luxuriously furnished triors of an elegant residence in the west end of this city, a party or us were fitting one evening, discussing the different topics of the day over our cigars. Among others the lilack-McKaig tragi%ly cauie on the tapis, and all present approved the course young Black had ,pursued in punishing the destroyer of liis happiness, with the exception of the Austrian Colonel Llnder, who had just arrived from Kuropo, and was the guest ot our host. "I think," said that officer, "that hero are punlshipents a great deal worse than death. And if agreeable, I will toll you the story, though it will pain nie to do so."

Upon our oii^or assont, the Colonel related the following It was a lovely iv day, in the year .81—. M'ljor von Kent was on duty, •ind whenever it was his turn to be on .guard the guard room appeared to the jtllcers tho most agreeable and attractive place in all Vienna. Visitor after visitor appeared, and those who enjoy*vl the friendship of tho maior usually remained for hours. It had also been ••lotieed that even the princo liked to •'Oine to inspection on those days, and 4 hat lie came less on account of duty Mian on account of the major's society. •Frederick von Rout was undoubtedly the most beloved and esteemed of all •officers, and this was due solely to hla manly sterling qualities. His uniunneachutilu honor, his line and cultivated mind, tho affableness und kindness with which he treated everybody,could jiot. help winning him tho regard and .respect «1 thoao ho met. Although he 1iul entered society f|iiito young, he was not spoiled by its degrading influence, but on the contrary it had only *orved to strengthen his character and bring forth his better qualities.

This mav have been owing in a great •noa.HUre also to his early betrothal to Miss Mathilda Birr, daughter of tho distinguished general ot that name whom he had met on his ontranco in society anil which no doubt restrained him from committing a great many ot the tollies of voulh. ACtor throe years bappv courtship they were married. Their house was the abode of the greatest happiness, and if anything could have been wanting to complete it, tho •birth of a buv, who was christened i'redorlck, supplied it. Besides a loving and a cherished wife and lovely •child, friends can only le cons dered as jsort of pleasing addition to tlui "Annauetde la vie." These as mentioned bofore were not wanting, for even tho vilest would not have the courage to envy or speak ill of them. I said friends were a pleasing addition I was wrong. That name may suit friends which we possess en manxee, and which ui i.v bo called exoteric friends. Hut to complete real happiness an Intimato friend requisite— res, tho Indispensable, un absolute necessity of life. The initiated friend Is one who does not have to remain In the propvlaeum of our felicity, but who Is admitted to the sanctum of our love, how, and wishes who Is the witness and treasurer of our happiness or, to express invselfmore prosaclally, I mean that friend who will dine with us without b'lng Invited, who will enter unannounced, who will remain to smoke a MgHr at the end of a wiree, when all tuer guest* have left a friend before Whom we discard the ceremonious manner of society In-fore whom we oan vawn It so Inclined, or remain silent who understands our inmost thoughts, i*eM Ac.

Such trlend was First Lieutenant fount von Lukow hi the house of von ^Reut. Thevhad gmwn up together.

Lukow was the confidant and protector ot von Heut's love, and when the latter was married, the other beeame a 4*rtofthe family and stood godfather to the Ik\\\

Seven ^appy year* had thn* pitted, when we werw all sitting In the chief itnard-house as the guests of the m^jor. A lottle of Hhlne wine was on the talkie, and we were all seated playing whist. The windows were opwn and a imltted the pure mild spring air, the hirds in the chestnut tree# before the (tuard-house were warbling their first ng. We were all very gay and ruer-»-r, and laughed a gn»at deal at the g*od nituml Lieutenant von Iteek, who imagincKl himself an excellent whlft-player, and almost dmve his *»jirtner, the old experienced Oaptain Spoldlng. crnny by the ontrag«ous wastI :ig ot his trump*.

AH the honors,* erie^i Rent, when the door was by a soldi«r. and Kmldv, the little of the maj. ap-

VVhst the devil, FnHldv, niv boy,do \*ou want hereT** asked von Reut,while li* turned toward* the child.

The little fellow wcemeii frigTten^l, and did not answer. who brought yoii here eonttroed the maior. "Nobody^-brought mc,"»tBBe»Jthe child, *'I came alone,-"

Alone! all this dS-Man.* salted the aaton l*hed »t her. one bere.** Timidly the child spproached and 4«aned hl« head «#ihi»t hi* pitrnt'a luiee wypodM tw that !.«* had iM*i) crxJK^pnd as von Reut looked at

him he became more and more frightened. as he had dared to visit his father without permission, and at last commenced to weep again.

Bat, mv son, what is th© matter, is not your mother at home?" Yes, mamma is at home

Have 5*ou been naughty ?'V "I have been very good," sobbed the bov, and wiped the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand.

Why do you cry, then "Because mamma has sent me from her room, and uncle Lukow pushed me out and hurt me because I did not go at once."

Reut grew pale, but collected himself almost immediately and smiled. "Well, Freddy, confess you shall not be punished you have been naughty, else uncle Lukow would not have put you out."

No," said Freddy firmly, I have not been naughty,not at allj mammaalways drives me out when Uncle Lukow is there alone, and he always puis me out when he is in mamma's room. I only wished to tell vou this else you will think I am always naughty when you are on guard."

Reurs face became deathly pale during the child's explanation. He looked at us and said "Gentlemen, 1 see what are your thoughts."

Oh!" said the captain,"do not judge hastily—a mere child."

No words!" cried Reut. and rose. Then he continued quietly, but with a voice which seemed to have lost all modulation, and a look which stared into vacancy First Lieutenant von Beek, you will take command. Captain Spolding, and Lieutenant Linder, please follow ine."

With these words be strode from the the guard-room we followed. The sentinel presented arms he did not forget to salute. Quietly he walked before us his steps resounded monotonous and in equal measure from the pavement. I could listen to nothing else. Steadily and irresistibly he went on like fate. The captain and I followed silentlv and with bowed heads, as if we were" attending a funeral. We knew that we were going to bury a happiness. No one ever suspected a criminal relation between Lukow and Mathilda, so impossible it seemed, and yet, strange to say, I never even hoped for an innocent denouement. We ascended the stairs of the major's lodgings. He opened the door with a passkey. In the ante-room sat Nellie, the chambermaid.

My God, the major she exclaimed, terrified as she beheld her master. "Where is my lady?" he inquired, composedly.

She—the—countess—has gone out," stuttered Nellie, placing herself unconsciously before the bedroom door as if to defend its entrance.

You lie J" cried von Reut, seizing and pushing her aside with such vio* lence that she staggered to the opposite corner of the apartment, where she fell to the floor.

Follow me, gentlemen," said Reut, and tried the door of the bedroom. It was locked. Open," he cried, while he beat with his tist against it. At this moment only the extremely sad but at tho same time furious tone of his voice betrayed what was going on within him. From the interior of the room a cry of torror was heard.

Reut seized the door-knob, pulled, and the door flew open leaving the knob In his hand. He entered while we remained standing In the door.

There is not much to describe about the scene which was presented to our eyes. Not much happened, no words were exchanged. It was nothing but a stili, petrified bas-relief. Reut stood in the middlo of the room silent and grand as If lie had grown two heads taller, and stared with glassed eves at Lukow, who was leaning with bowed head against the wall. Immediately at the entrance of Reut, Mathilda had thrown hersolt at his feet with the cry of "Frod! Fred!" and was clasping them now silentlv. Otherwise she was drawn up in a coll, her disheveled hair covering her face and her dress falling off her shoulder, while she made no attempt to arrange her disordered toilette. Reut did not seem to notice her but only stared at Lukow, who seemed as spell bound under his gazo.

Thus passed some minutes, perhaps only a single ono, but it soemsd to us an etornity. At last Reut, taking a deep breath, said to us in the samo toneless voice, "Follow me,gentlemen come, Lukow."

He stoppod away from the clasping arm of his wife, with a gesture as If he wero shaking off some loathsome carrion, and, without looking at her, though sho fell heavily on the floor, he entered the parlor. Lukow staggered after him we followed.

Reut fetched a small mahogany box, which stood on an escritoire, placed it on the table, took out a pair of pistols, and proceeded to load one of them. Ho did all this with the most perfect tranquility and deliberation, tliongh with a preclsenses of movement as if he wore an automaton. It was dreadful to watch him, yet neither the captain nor I had the courago to address a question or remark to him. Rut likely it would also have been useless, as Reut seemed to have settled in his mind from the beginning the course he intended to pursue.

When be had finished loading the pistol Lukow regained his animation, and making a step forward he said, "I am readv." "That's not my intention," replied fteut, and brought from a small corner-table, pen, ink and paper, and placed thein on a writing desk.

Sit down and write," said he, pointing to a chair before the desk. "What shall 1 write?" demanded Lukow.

Sit down and write," repeated Rent, peremptorily. Lukow seated himself and seized the pen. The other propped his hands on the table, and commenced to dictate: "I, Henry Count von Lukow, promise! herewith before witnesses—"

Before witnesses questioned Lukow, "what do I promise?" Write!" said the major, and then continued "That as soon as Mrs. Mathilda von Reut, born Von Barr, shall be divorced from her husband—" "IHvoreed?" cried Lukow, and the pen dropped ont of his band.

Write!" repeated Rent, and Lukow mechanically picked up the nen—^"divorced from her husband—have you got that?—to many heri" "Lukow started, threw down the pen, and rose from the chair.

Write, 'to tnariy her reiterated Rent. 1 will not be dletated to," cried Lnkow, I will not marry Iter."

Kent seised the pistol and leveled it at him. Write, or I shoot," he said qnietly.

Lukow looked him in the eye, then

at the pistol and with his eyrm fixed upon them, slowly sank back in his chair, while the pistol followed him Just as slowly. He seined the pen, and altera deep sigh, wrote rapidly, "toj"Under!" marry her.*

Now, gentlemen," said Rent, tarn In® nfni

injr lo us, "sign thisas witnesses.** Wo affixed our natuem to the piper. Lakow was about to risn. "Stay," utt?ml R*ut. We we

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not done. Take the pen and write on this sheet of paper now." What shall I write

Writo to the commander of our regiment." Lukow jumped up, "I have written enough," ho cried.

You sit down and write, or 1 will kill you on the spot." Lukow resumed his sea|.~ Reut dictated "To his Royal Highness—" '•Highness?"

I herewith tender my Designation. Oh 1" groaned Lukow. "I am not worthy—to serve anymore—in the artnv of your Majestyhave you got it Yes. Proceed."

What more?" cried Lukow. The reason," said Reut "for I am a dishonorable scoundrel."

Ah," said Lukow, rising from his seat, "never!" Write!" commanded Reut, and raised the pistol.

Fire away I will not write. .a "I shall fire, upon my word of honor. If when I have counted three you have not written 'I am a dishonorable scoundrel," you are a dead man. To that I'll take my oath. Now write. One."

Lukow stood with folded arms. "Two!" Lukow now let his arms drop, and gazed into Reut's face. A murmur escaped his lips, but he seemed to have lost the use of his voice, as no one understood him.. Slowly he turned towards the desk, and approached it with a sort of sliding motion, as be did not seem to take any steps. Reut's eyes appeared to bore into bis, and as if ooeying some magne^Jc Influence,_ he slowlv sank into the deat and seized the pen. Reut's eyes and pistol followed him steadily. It was a terrible spectacle. Reut's lips commenced to move, and like lightning the required words appeared on the paper. The major now appeared to wake as if lroin a trance and seized the paper with both hands. There it stands, there it stands!" he cried in wild joy. "But you must sign your name, Lukow, my dear friend."

Lukow, who still held the i»on in his hand and seemed totally unconscious of his surroundings, wrote his name at the spot designated by Reut, with the action of a soinnaimmlist. He then fell or threw himself from the stool upon which he had been sitting, and remained lving prostrate under the table.

So," "saia Reut, "this affair is finished. I can address this letter myself, and see that it is delivered. This I will keep," he continued, folding up the first paper and putting it in his breast pocket. He then laidthe pistols in their etui, and replaced the saine on the escritoire.

We have nothing further to do here, gentlemen I must return to the guard nouse." He put on his helmet and left the room. In the ante-chamber we beheld the chambermaid sitting in a corner. Reut stepped before her and said:

Pack up the things of your lady she quits my home immediately. Be quiek about it, and let me find you ail gone when I return home."

About ten years after the just related^ event I was ordered to the south of Austria to survey the country, as the government was desirous of extending a branch ot the railroad to that section. One day, after a long and fatiguiug ride in that wild and monotonous country, I was glad to behold an inviting looking inn and soon was sitting in the comfortable bar-room regaling myself with a glass of Reaming punch.

The hostess, a neatly dressed and pleasant looking woman of about thirty years, was, like all ladies of that class, extremely loquacious. Happening to look out of the back window I descried six or seven hundred paces distant a sort of mansion. The surroundings as well as the house itself was in very bad order, and the whole aspect seemed to Indicate that it was uninhabited. "Mrs. Tilda," said turning to the hostess, to whom does that dilapidated place belong?"

To Mr. von Notting." Mr. von Notting—I don't recollect of over hearing the name does he live there

Yes," she said assuming a very mysterious look. "He and his lady have lived there for ten years. But alas! sir, there are very queer goings on over yonder."

How so I inquired curiously. Why, just imagine," commenced my vivacious landladj', "Mr. Notting and his wife never see each other, although they live in the same house. He inhabits the front part and she back each one has their own staircase they have distinct places for promenading madaiue uses the park, while her husband walks in tho twurt-yard and avenues before the house so you perceive the building is always between them. Thev also keep houso separately, and never eat at the same time. The man of Mr. von Notting can only see the chambermaid of madame by stealth, and both are forbidden to speak to the master or the mistress, or vice versa. Thev never have any visitors, and my lady never even receives any letter or newspaper, as if she hadn't a relation in the whole world it may, howover, be that the master detains all her letters, as his man is the only oue who goes to the postofllce."

And have they no other servants Yes, madam has a sort ot comagnon, who must know some dreadful secret about her because she treats the poor

ladv dreadfully, though she Is most of the"time away and only comes back to get more money, which she squanders with a lover of hits."

And have the husband and wife never met Yes, about four years ago they met on the brow of yonder hill by accident. He was coming up one side, she on tho other and they started when they beheld each other, and then turned and ran off in opposite directions. Oh, sir, thoy hate each other terribly."

The story had interested me, and earlv the next morning I walked toward the house. Everything was in the utmost disorder aud neglect. A

Fark

extended behind the mansion and could see the rotten and da'Jinged roof of tho pavilion. The blinds and doors of the bouse itself were all closed and seemed to be in the same dilapidated condition, while the roof was covered with green moss. Nowhere could I see a neaten path leading to the mansion, and eTen in the avenue to the main entrance the weeds had grown so thickly that it was almost impenetrable. "My God." thought I, "Ovid would have thus described the paths to inhospiialitv or to miafortuue left by friends to solitude: "Tempora fnrient muhila tola* rri*.'" Noticing some hills behind the Notting mansion, and thinking they wonld afford me a better view, I directed my steps towards thorn. Ju»t I was about to turn out of a little ravine to ascend the hill, a man who had been lying on the hillside, {nmped up and stared at me. he cried, astonished. "Lukow mattered I. looking confused to the ground, while he slowly withdrew his hand which he had extended towards me. A ray of joy had Illuminated his free for a moment when be had fir*t saw ta but it soon regained

its somber expression. He regarded me scowlingly, and unconsciously commenced to button his coat up tor his chin. His face had grown much older and had I not guessed who were the inhabitants of the mansion I should not have recognized him. His elegant figure, which had formerly bee.t the envy and ideal of all ensigns aud souslieutenants, had become shrunken and emaciated.

Promise me not to betray mv abode to any one," be ejaculated at last 1 promise."

After a few moment's hesitation he said sullenlv: Will you answer me a question?" Upon my assenting he asked in a husky voice, "How is he?" "General von Reut is well, and bappv in his son, who is distinguishing him

self

at the military school." l)o thev ever speak of us Never.^' He evidently vented to ask another question but restrained himself, and with a brief "good bye" disappeared behind the bushes. I have never heard from him since.

The colonel now rose, and excusing himself lor his abrupt departure, left the room. The story had dampened our spirits, and wo soon separated.

A DEFENSE OF THE COMMUNISTS, BY FREDERICK HARRISON.

We who live under a more favorable political atmosphere do not easily conceive with what ferocious tyranny the Republican leaders of France have had during life to contend, Almost every one ot the men who were returned by the City of Paris at the elections which closed the war, were known chiefly as having been the victims of an unrelenting persecution as having passed the best years of their life at Cayenne and Lambessa as having been hunted by tne Imperial Police as having wasted in the prisons or in exile. After the coup d' etat which established the Empire, some twenty thousand men, the flower of the workmen of Paris, were departed to die in different stations. Blanqui, Pyat, Delescluze, Vermo'el, Rochefort, and the rest, were known to us of old as having fought the battle of true civic life against that unforgiving despotism. Let us take the life of such a man as Delescluze himself—a man of high training, of great powers, and, in spite ot the calumnies of the party of assassination, a man of inflexible honesty. His first entrance into public life was a familiarity with a royal prison. He defended the insurrection of June, 1848, and subsequently escaped to England but on his return to France in 1854, he was instantly arrested and tried upon the old charge, arising out of events before the coup d' etat or the Empire, and again sentenced to unlimited transportation. For two years they kept him in the docks of Toulon—this great heroic spirit chained with a cannon ball to a common felon—then they thrust him into the hold of a transport, and sent him to Cayenne. The voyage recalled the worst horrors of the middle passage of the old slave trade. There was neither light nor air, und scarcely food, in this foul dungeon. When the ship reached Cayenne he was found, contrary to expectation, to be still alive. Instead ot landing him on the coast, with a devilish refinement of cruelty, he was put in the hold, and returned back to Toulon, with the obvious purpose of putting him to death. Still he lived. Five times backward and forward across the Atlantic he made that horrible voyage, without ever leaving his dungeon in the ship's hold, until it seemed almost as hard to kill the life in his body as it was to crush the spirit in his soul. In sheer despair at the end of the filth voyage he was taken out of the ship, and passed the best years of his life at Cayenne. The story of Delescluze is in one sense the story ot the rest. Persecutions, imprisonments, exilo, transportation, calumny, suborned witnesses, and forged documents, every device of unrelenting tyranny, had been brought to bear upon these men for twenty years. Scenes such as these do not improve the temper, and may sometimes deteriorate the character, and it would not be strange if thev who had borne and lived through this were not prepared to quit their place and power with the wellbred grace which sits so well upon our English statesmen on a change of mln istry or the downfall of a party. Tried as they were, and brougnt to bay at last with political opponents thirsting for their blood, the enemies of their country on one side, and an army of 100,000'men on the other, stopping np every avenue of escape, struck down by a system of extermination more sweeping than anything which history has seen since the days of St. Bartholomew, I assert fearlessly that these men will be proved to have been singularly free from crime, to have abstained in a striking degree from the natural acts of the last despair, and will stand out in the future beside the butchers of Versailles as political, aye, and as religious martyrs. English eye-witnesses or undoubted good faith have described to us how the high-minded Delescluze— who from the first bad seen that ruin was inevitable—remained night and day at his post until nature sank exhausted with the strain, and then, with a few kind words to those around him, utterly unlike the melodramatic folly which calumny has put into bis mouth, took up his walking-stick, and, uncovering his gray hairs and baring his undaunted breast, walked feebly but manfully to the top of a barricade. The figure of that noble old man will remain in history, though the bestial Figaro heap calumny on his memory, and the Government of Versailles has destroyed his very bones.—Fortnightly Review.

ED I TORI A MODESTY. In truth an editor ought of all men to be disposed to modesty. What he effects is so out of proportion^ to what he is in himself! His hand is on the most powerful engine there i" in the world. Aiyi by virtue of what on bin own part does he accomplish so great results He is no wiser than many a man who has not one listener to bis thousand. He has perhaps no more cleverness and skill then his neighbor, whose apparent influence does not go beyondlhis immediate circle of acquaintance It the magic of printer's ink that makes his words oracles. It is luck of position that makes bis shots telling. Pardon us, brethren of the profession, for we Include ourselves with you, in recalling a little anecdote told by JEsop. A certain mighty beast of prey—bear or lion—passed by a wall on whose high summit Mood in safety a very insignificant beast, who loudly reviled him. Growled the mightier brute, "It is not vou, but that wall that reviles ine!" Some like truth might be often laid to heart by those who through position rather than merit find power in their hands.

Wherefore, brethren of the press, remembering what we owe to our advantages, let tube modest! And considering that power is nobility, and nobility has obligations, let us be generously juat and heartily cou rteous.—^Gkrittitm Union.

DIDNTSEE A RAT.

Elliot, the well known portrait painter of Now York, like many other erratic children of genius, had perennial attacks of what they term spreeing. At such times he would go over to Brooklyn, and be invisible for a week or two, coining back the ghost of his former self, uunerved and exhausted.

Upon one occasion, atter bis return from such a jaunt, several of his friends determined, if possible, to put a stop to this procedure, and so went down to his studio, carrying in-a pocket a big rat, for purposes which will be seen.

Elliot sat painting lazily, returning to his work after be had greeted his visitors.

They took him to task roundly for bis dissipation, declaring that liis health was utterly ruined, and that another such turn would drive him into "snakes,"otherwisecalleddelirium tremens.

They pressed the topic, when finally he rose in a passion, and as lie did so, the rat was slippeld loose, and went flying among the half-finished pictures.

Elliot gave chase with a cane, calling loudly for assistance, knowing that, if uncaught, the animal would work mischief with his canvass.

Not hearing the others move, he looked around with astonishment, and shuddered visibly as he saw them looking at him witli faces of sadness and pity.

They tried to get him to sit down, saying that he would get over it pretty soon but he shook them off, ana went back to his painting.

After a few touches he stopped and turned around, and with an attempt to laugh that was inexpressibly painful, broke out:

That's a devilish good joke on you fellows. I didn't .tee any rat

CONJUGAL HARMONY. A German visiting the lTnitedStates, advertised that he had an or^an that would play any tune out of an enumerated set at the command of any of the audience.

This made a great noise at the time, and puzzled all the conjurors and philosophers of tho place.

The organ was placed on a table with its back against a wall tho company were invited to examine it, then asK for a tune, which was immediately played, and if any one desired it to stop, it was instantlv silent.

This went on for along time, and the ingenious inventor was making a rapid fortune, and his secret would have been buried with him had he not behaved most inharmoniously toward his wife one day, just before the performance was about to commence.

The room was crowded, as usual, and a tune was called for, but not a note was heard.

The owner became uneasy, and said in a soothing, coaxing tone: Do blay, my coot organs."

Still not a sound was heard. He got out of patience, and threatened to smash the instrument to pieces, when a hoarse female voice was heard to growl out:

Ay, do, you tyvel preaks the organs as you proke my head dls morning."

This was too much for tho choleric German. He took a chair, and gave the instrument such a whack that it went through a paper partition in the wall, carrying with it anothor organ, which haa been placed close at the back of the sham one, at which sat the obstinate grinder—his wife.

ACCORDING to one of our English exchanges, social progress with all its dreaded dangers, is making wonderful way in India. In British territory at any rate. Hindu widows not only consent to live, but even marry again infanticide has been well nigh put down: something like humanity Is observed in the rites of Juggernaut education is advancing among women, both Hindu and Mahomedun and there is a "movement" in Bombay for zonana visitation and social Intercourse generally with native ladies. Tho amusements intended are not dinners nnd dances, but more intellectual recreations, such as lectures, scientific experiments, stereoscopic views "Shakspeare taste, and the musical glasses," in fact. But the innovation seems still more advanced in Bengal. English education among tho natives of that Presidency has long since included the eating of beef and the drinking of champagne. But it seems that a Brahmin or Bardwan, who had road tho articles on Women In the Saturday Review, and mistaken thoir cynical views of English society and highly-colored representations of English customs as statements of fact, actually sold ono of his daughters at auction for forty-fivo pounds sterling. For did not that Revieto tell of the sale of Belgravian daughters, and report the condition of the West-end marriage-market? This is another illustration of the danger of interpreting language too literally, and particularly of telling untruths for effect. But after all, our Brahinin saved himself the expense of his daughter's outfit, and we question whether there was more bargain and less love in tho transaction than in some marriages among us.—Golden Age,

DYSPEPSIA.

If a man wishes to get rid of dyspepsia, he must give his stomach and brain less to do. It will be of no service for him to follow any particular regimen— to live on chaff-bread, or any such stuff —to weigh his food, etc., so long as the brain is In a constant state of excitement. Let that have proper rest, and the stomach will perform its functions. But If he pass fourteen or fifteen hours a day in his office or counting-room and take no exercise, his stomach will inevitably become paralyzed, and, if he puts nothing into it but a cracker a day, it will not digest it. In many cases it is the brain that is the primary cause. Give that delicate organ sou.e rest. I/eave your business behind you when yon go*to your home. Do not sit down io your dinner with your brows knit, and vour mind absorbed in casting up interest accounts. Never abridge the usual hours of sleep. Take more or less exercise in the open air every day. Allow yourself some innocent recreation. Kat moderately, slowly, and of what vou please, provided it be not tho shovel and tongs. If any particular dish disagrees with you, however, never touch it, or look at it. Do not Imagine that you must live on rve-broad or oatmeal-porridge a reasonable nuantlty of nutritious food is essential to the mind as well as the body. Above all. body. banish all thoughts of the subject. If you have any treatises on dyspejisla, domestic mtKlicine, etc., put them directly Into the fire. If you are constantly talking and thinking about dvspep»1a, you will surely have it. Endeavor to forget that you have a stomach* Keep a clear conscience live temperately, regularly, cleanly be industrious, too, but be temperate.

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-4 MERICA N S UND A SCHOOLS. Let us have some honest talk about Sunday schools. Admitting that the* are useful beyond our finite calculatiot1 and, that, as an agency in Christia civilization, they stand in ono of th places ot highest importance, it wi not be amiss to inquire whether ther may not le in them some tendencies.tj evii, some wrong ideas, some miseojf eeptions of the highest end to be soug) in their operation nd management.

Let us touch the heart of the matte in our opening statement. We kho of no good reason for sending a child t. a Sunday school, or of seeking to brinj a child into a Sunday school except t'j make a Christian of him. We are the habit of spvaking or' Stiiiidr schools as "nursery's oi the Chur^V and no phrase could be happier fiuing that which is undeni bly first object of a Sunday school—mum Christian nurture. There is a class Sunday schools, in large cities mnii that need instruction in the facts Christianitv, but it is true that groat mass of children in the Sund schools of the United States know story familiarly, and need nothing much as to be religiously impress and brought consciously and by sweet and solemn choice into direct lntion with the great object of vvorshl and into a voluntary and loving Wi* giance to Him. The observations life of observation have us tl the principal good results ot Sund schools come not from enterprise and gifted superintendents, come from interesting and funnv stor\'t ers, who are known technically "Sunday school men," come not fr singing"sacred words to Yankee 1 die, or of frivolous words to still mc frivolous tunes, come hot from hu feats of memory in the rehearsal long chapters of Holy Writ, come fry noue of the numberless tricks resoc* to for enthralling juvenile interest ft exciting juvenile ambition and love praise, but from the personal infiuen of Christian teachers, who, knowf their scholars Intimately and lev?" them tenderly, lead them by the jv er of their love and tho light of th own Christian character into the tion of a Christian life.

Nothing is more notorious than fact that at a man may carry whole scheme of christian truth in mind from boyhood to old age with tho slightest effect upon his churn) and alms. It is there, hut It Iruetit nothing. It has less influence th the multiplication tablo. A comtr nity may be—and often is—thorougl intelligent in everything relating the tacts and claims of Christian and, at the same time, almost liopeb ly frivolous or vicious. It follows,t' that a Sunday school which dor more than teach fails to do that t. without which teaching is of very 1' account. The power or a Sunday sc to make Christians of its scholars sides almost entirely In its teach If thev are Christians indeed, nnd possessed by the Christian's lova the young natures committed to keeping and loading, they will nrest until, by all practical moans tl have endeavored to load them to adoption of that life which is the hi est placed before the choico of hunt ity. The best minds and finest sp of a church ought always to be in Sunday school. The highest ofllc this age, or of any age, Is that Christian teacher and a man who look with contempt upon tho oftlofl Sunday school teaclier or re it as detracting in any degre® his personal dignity, betrays Itably tho feebleness of his cV* tions and the shallowness of his |*v How many churches nre tlior which there are not men and wc who look upon Sunday school teaci as a burden and a bore? How in Sunday schools are thoro in wl there are not teachers who stand after week before their classes, re ing themselves to receive nnd pr tho religion whoso truths they U,n take to impart?

With such viows as theso—state* indicated—tho readers of Saibncr conclude that wo have not a very vorablo opinion of much of th' chinory used in Sunday schools children are not to blame for dei lug excitement nnd amusement cause these have been tho moan sorted to for bringing tliem into dav school and keeping them 1 Indeed, the impression is qulto lent among tho children of schools that they are conferring a favor on superintendent and toi» by their attendance. If they get funny books, or premiums, funny stories, or have P^nic^ Christmas presents, or some visi ward, thov throaten to leave tho —either to stay out entirely, or some other school where they tain what they demand. So al of means are resorted to to ke excitement, and In the meantirr get no religious impressions wl. The tunes they sing amuse ther nurse no spirit of devotion. The thev read and the stories thev terest tliem, but leave no result hunger for more excitement Ot same kind. The premiums thej inspire their pride in a sort ofr* lence which spares little rx Christian humility. In one WH another, tho op|Krtunitle« of mal deep and good impression upon acter and life are frittered awa, tho children are no better prepai enter upon life and the reslstan its multiplied temptations to ev\ thev had never seen a Sunday

In our judgment there Is a amount of machinery institute professional Sunday school men I the veriest humbug. They bav« plicated that which is unspo* simple. They have undertake do that by artificial processi bv ingenious contrivances whicl only bo done well through tl stincts of a loving heart and a ven-enkindled zeal. The _tcii° a gentle hand In the exJnibi"' a personal affection and lnUs* worth ton thousand times Vior the most elaborate exposition truth on a black-board. If tendents and teacherts possess sense, and know exactly wh* wish to do, and «i*h first and make Christians of their child them follow their own inetho leave the professional methods t' who need them.—/»'. /•'. G. Scribncr /or ffcplcmlter.

THK editor of the Hudson (X. received an acrostic recently whf Innocently published, not knowi* it impudently said "A. N. Webass," and he doesn't care so mt" acrostics as bo did.^

THKRK i* one county in Iowa two years has had a woman to st tend'thcir schools. Now, two counties have followed this go# ample, and nominated women ofliee^

I'llKY tiave established jury among the Fijis. When a pris» found guilty of a capital oil'en. Jurymen roast and eat him. Il the flu riffs fee s.