Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 2, Number 29, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 13 January 1872 — Page 6

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A STRANGER IN THE PEW. Poor

Our Bessie, now gentle an gentle could be, Take the hand or the shabby young girl in the p«-w, ,, And walk with her out of the church wltb a HIIIlie That shone through the tears In her eyes all the while,

And brightened her race with a radiance new. "Good-by," whispered Bessie at parting. "and ruin I Our pew'* forty five, with a pillar behind,' Then he stole to her mother. "Oh, mother, 1 dr -nmed Such a curious dream! 'Twas no wonder I,

Mire uned.

.vt'rrmi »J» MNM?

11 ttle Bessie! She tossed back ber

curls,

And, though she Is often the sweetest of girls, This WHS (•omething she couldn't

wouldn't endure

ana

Twas the meanest, most Impolite act, Sne was sure, And a thing, she declared, she never would

To go to a church where on** didn't belong, Then walk down the aisle like the bestl," the throng,

And neat one sself plump in anotherone pew. Humph! Didn't her father own his out and

Aad didn't they AH it up full, Just about, 5 Wheu mamiaa and papa, and herself and

HeftttfU? IVNd didn ttieir boots III&KA a noln« -.In moving along to make rpom for a

Ktrang»srf

And wiusn't it cool, with the bruzenest face, To exp'-ct at each hymn pa would ilnd out the place (II Ben didn't, or Bob, but there wa«i much danger)? With such feelingsat heart, and their print on h«*r face, Gaut Sunday our BeHsie hitched out of her '•place" To make room for a girl, very shabby and thin, Who had stood In the aisle till mamma asked her in.

The poor little thing tried her best not to crowd: And Beanie, forgetting, soon had the mishap To slip frdin her drowsiness into a nap,

From which she awakened by crying aloud. Poor Bessie sat upright, with cheeks all aflame At sleeping in church, and we felt for her

I thought I was sitting In church in this

drc-ts,

With a *trl like a beggar-child right In our pi-w I We were sitting alone in this seat, Just we two—

And 1 felt more ashamed than you ever could guess "When, all In a moment the music greW|

And on It'came floating a beautiful crowd: They w. ro a gels, I knew, for tliey Joined In the song, And all ol them seemed In the church to

Slowly and brightly they sailed through the ali The rays Horn the windows streamed crimson and blue. And lit tuein In turn as their forms glided through ,\ 1 ooukl leel tUeLf JWJU3bes passing over my hair. "One came to my «lde. Very sadly she said, 'Theft antrauger in here.' I lilted my head, And looked ai the poor shabby girl with disdain. 3 *Tls not she,' said the augel 'the haughty and vain

Arc the si rangers at church. She is humble and true.' Then cried out aloud, and the minister spoke, And JUHI us they floated away I awoke,

And there sat the dear little girl fn our

nuw!" )From the New York Tribune.]

Napier's Visit. Tj

BY AM

A Fit A OMENTA SKETCH FROM DISTRICT NO. 7. _____

MAUUIOE THOMPSON.

For quite a number of day# the Walnut Creek neighborhood had been ner- ,«* vouslv awaiting the arrival of Horace

Napier iu the midst thereof. Never iu all the hitherto had the Hoosier settlement dreamed of a lion. Suns had risen ami set, moous had waxed and waned, and never a roar had Btartled the good people from their routine of labor or disturbed the child-like «. peauet'ulness ot their slumbers. Treading carefully but nowise gingerly in the foot tracks of their pioneer fathers, they had sown the wheat and rye on the beautiful fields of faultless tilth, had dropped four grains of maize at the

I Intersect ions of very exact furrowshad reaped and gathered and husked and cribbed the while, their olearings

widened and their ''stock" increased. Now, borne on a breeze from New York came a rumor to ruffle the quiet Of Walnut creek.

do not mean

say

that the clear waters of that sinuous,

sprightly little bro«k were Us bed

into

I muddy foam. No, the people of the I aeti leinent, the

Walnut

Creek folks,

I were somewhat curious to see Horace I Napier—nav, I will not say they were excited—they were having a sensation, that is all.

A yellow squirrel shook his tail and l'i frisked from limb to limb high up in a bin poplar just across the road from •& school house No 7. With deft feet he gathered the sweet May buds and

munched them with a rapidity which Bm.tekmi of ill breeding. But it was weil for him that he bolted those buds, it tor otherwise he must have gone supperleas to bed in bis bole underneath t|,e hUge knot at the crotch of the tree. how wild he did look! well he might too, tor such a bedlam ot voioes as suddenly poured from the open windows and hsll-open doors of No. 7, would ii have sojured a moderately organised

I tiger cat, to say nothing of a yeortiug

I Pa* Jol, la, do, me, la, sol, ai, ray, la, $ me, sol, do!" or aomething of that sort sung lusUly to a high, roaring tune,

Bass, tenor, treble, counter, alto, contralto. soprano, profundo, and never having taught a country singing school, cannot say what all. But above the tumultuous wave® of nones, distinctly heard and not wanting in melody ol au untamed, uncontrollable Sort, rose the voice of Whit Mitchell.

It was 2 o'clock Saturday evening, in the month of May. The initial nieetIng of the siuglng-school at No. 7, conducted by tho above mentioned Whit Mitchell was in full blaat, and the yellow Mquirrel was deep In his hole when a spring wagon drawn by a pair of powerful cobs, aud bear tug four persons, caute to a stand-still close by the turnstile iu frout of the schtxl house. This spring wagon was the most pretentious 1 or all the vehicles ataudiug thereabout, an^ the cobs were the finest animals anywhere hitched in the grove* around

No, 7. Two young tnen pi out of the wagon and lightly lifted thanoe two very pretty girls, roey-cheeked, buxom, smiling taaaea, indeed, of the strongest Western type, though by no means Urge or beefy justly apeaktnn, IiLuatsay they were quite handsome oven when viewed from the critical stand-point or Fifth-avenue or any oth-stuck-up plaee «van ao.

Little may be aaid of the two young men except as regards the auiklag cuntraat in the auusr of personal wpearance. No twain oould be found. I am »ur«, with greater or more marked diifereuoes at almost every point ot phys-1 icai contour.

I am nowise skilled in that sort of descriptive trickery, so unnecessary to

confirmed story writers, which can, by a few jHrell wrought sentence* bring into alio relievo the likeness of. one or more *'dlvinely beautiful beings," but such a hearty loVe have for wideawake, rosy, healthy girls that whenever shut my ayes I ean aee a dosen of them, with carelessly kept curls and roguish dimples, red lips and sparkling eyes Idancing through the curiously shaded regions of my inner vision. But of men I can speak with downright ease without "rear, favor or affection." So, to set things intelligibly before the reader, if perchanoe this is ever published. I will first describe the taller of the two young men now standing by the turn-stile of No. 7, engaged in rapid and evidentl^earnest conversation with the girls. He was a dark fellow, square-built, straight and lithe, with a moustache that hid his mouth and hung in two black queues far below the libe ol the well-turned chin. He wore no other beard. His eyes were dark hazel, his hair dense, black and curly. Fully six feet in altitude, with a large head and massive neck, carrying himself almost banghtilv, Horace Napier (for indeed it was tlifl lion) looked unapproachable. The other young gentleman was Josh Napper, the brother of the iwo plnk-and-white girls, whose names were Lidy and Betty Nnpper.

Of this name—Napper—let me say that it is identical with Napier, only a corruption in fact of that aristocratic appellation, which is evidenced by the well-known fact that the father of Joshua and Lydia and Betty Napper was the only and full brother'of the lion—Norace Napier.

Twenty years ago these brothers were either Napper or Napier, and poor. Now one was Napper beyond redemption, spelled his name so, and owned

400

acres of fi.ie Indiana land.

The other was in his grave, with a ponderous marble shaft above him, and the name cut there was Napier. Such are he tricky ways of fate. Such is the difference between brothers. One was successful on Wall street, the other was isuccessful as a pioneer settler. One was dead at

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The girls looked at Josh and made eyes at l)im after the manner of mischievous school brats. Josh smiled and proposed goiug into the house, whereupon the ladies scrambled for Napier's arm. Lidy got it.

The tune bad died in sutteral agony iliac passion 'no doubt—as the four entered the spacious aisle ol No. 7, the girls enveloped in a mist of the odor of cinnamon arops. All eyes were turned lull at our f"lends, as they walked in, and such a dead silence until a pesky urchin of fifteen years standiug remarked in a shrill whisper that echoed around the room:

Qeeswax ap' lasses candy! Jist look at Lide and Bet Napper. Got on new clothes, both on 'em They're orful poorty dressers!"

It began as a titter, but it rapidly took the dimesions of a general cackle, which In turn' grew into a rattling laugh, that wopnd up in a roar of merriment.

Lidy and Betty affected indifference Josh joined in the laugh, snd Napier looked grimly around waving his hat alter the manner of a politician when applauded. "That's him!" shouted the bad, bright boy "that's the rich feller the rich feller the gals 's been talkin' so about! Bo? he brought Bet's and Lide's new dresses they've got on! Wish he'd a' brought me a new cap!"

In vain did Whit Mitchell stamp and shout for order and silence. His heavy brogans and lusty voice only added to be uproar, which, If it for a moment waned, was started into increased volume by some observation from that irreststihlv comic bov. Just here I would ask why it is so easy to laugh in school What makes fun so consumedly fuuny at Improper times?

Josh Napper was a heavy-set, redlaced young man, with light hair, blue eyes, and sandy be »rd. He took a seat and pulled Betty down on the bench beside him. Napier whispered a few words In Lidy's ear, and they remained standing where they bad stopped.

The laughing had an end, as all things will at length, and the boy who had caused it drew himself back Into a corner and took a chew of tobacco.

Whit Mitchell tapped with his jackknife on the little table, at which signal the classes were all attention. The sound was given, and the tune began, if possible, a third louder than before. Napier quietly put his fore-Augers in his ears, and gased steadfastly at Whit. Lidy Napper did likewise. Whit stood it while he sang a bar or two, then his voice broke down in a laugh, ror Lidy winked at him. The song dwindled to a point.

Recess for fifteen minutes," said Whit, alter a vain endeavor to sound the key-note fbr a iresh effort at music.

Everybody was on foot in a moment, and such a clatter of voieea, such a giggling and wriggling and squeezing together, and familiarity of looks ana tonea, was never witnessed otherwhere than at a singing school In the West. "Jokes" were told and some pretty sh trp witticisms were flung carelessly about hitting whom they utigh, provoking sharp and nowise vulgar repartee. Horace Napier found bimsell infinitely amused. For although the welcome he had received on entering the house had at first nettled him into the rudeness above described, on finding that stopping his ears had offended no one, he determined to let go his dignity and enjoy Western ireedom of thought and action. This resolve waa weil taken, for he fares badly enough who dares walk ab?nt in the Hoosier Sta with fardel of precious conventionalities under his arm. The Hooaiers have big bands big feet, big heads and big hearts, but they despise "Wg ways" and '"style."

N-tpier, dating the first uproar of reiM, asked soma questions of Lidy touching the bay whose whispers baa turned the laagh upon them. The lass answered promptly, much at a loss to undeistand what her city cousin could mean by such catechism, embracing olover.

1 if I ft

leaving to his only

(ihildi a million bright dollars the otb:er at 48 was hale and stout, well-to-do, but far from rich, blessed with ten children, all strong and healthy.

sol. la, si, do,

GO,

do, rav me, fa,

la, sol, do!" or something of the kind, yellekl at the toy of fifty voices. It did seem as if the roof of No.

would rise

.'and be whirled away on that fearful cyclone of music! Horace Napier smiled and glanced heavenward. Tie had once been in Mr. Beecher's church. He had often been to Njblo's. "What do you put in your ears?" he asked touching Lidy on one of those little pink appendages. "Nothing, I am sure! any thins there? I'm sure my ears before I started," cried the girl blushing aud chagrined. "Oh, he's only teasing you. Your ear's just as clean as his'n," said Betty with a little chuckle, after peeping into her sister's ear.

Is there I washed

Napier, despite his miraculous breeding, guffawed. Thisdbtae he remarked rbat his question had reference to the effect such sieging might have on the tympanum, burst it perhaps.

the lad's pane, bis father's, dM the boy own horti of Mi bjhi 4 dog waa the dog a yellow, brihdle, black or spotted one? Its nsme "Jimmy Logan—.a there a boy of that name here?" said Napier in aloud atern voice, during a lull in the noise,

Yes, yes!" cried ssveral persons at ones. The house was still, and every eye was bent on the New Yorker. EvenLidy looked up in her cousin's face in sober wonderment.

Let me have a private word with vou, Jimmy," aald Napier fixing his fascinating eyes on the mischievous boy, and beckoning to him to follow him outdoors.

With an apprehensive shade on his usually bright face, the urchin obeyed. Noibing could have been more inter estinglv mysterious than this little per formance. For a minute or two Napier and the boy stood close together, just outside the doorwsy—the former talking earnestly and rapidly, the latter listening with mouth agape and flushed cheek.

Presently the boy put his hand on the top of his hat to crowd it further down over his head, then slipping past tho stile .started down the road as fast as his nimble legs could carry him. Everybody watched him with breathless attention till he disappeared round a turn of the lane.

Horace Napier walked back into the house with a coo', stern look on his face and rejoined Lidy.

What does all this mean whispered the girl anxiously. "Sent him on a lark," was Napier's reply. "Told him somebody had accused his spotted dog 'Peddler' of killing sheep, and that two men witn pistols, had asked me where his father lived, and 'bey were going to kill Peddler Bure."

Lidy wanted to laugh, but Napier looked portentous, and shook his head. I'm in a hurry to bet he'll not poke fun at us again he added in a grave tone, heara by several by standerb.

By this time Josh Napper had paired off with a girl in a yellow calico dress and a green sun-bonnet, and Betty was chatting gaily with a long fuzzy faced stripling who sported a brass fob chain of some two pound in weight.

Look a here is your name Horse Napier?" A pluck at Napier's sleeve accompanied this question so vigorously that he was drawn round so as to face his interrogator, whom he found to be a most "ornery" looking personage, dressed in copperas jeans.pants and jacket patched with red and blue blanket flannel. On the fellow's face Bat broad look of eager ignorance, cotnbin ed with squalid happiness, anticipated or otherwise.

What do you want, sir said Napier, looking savagely down at the lit tie man whose grinning mouth seemed filled to overflowing with decaying snags ot teeth. "Is your name Horse Napper repeated the wretched looking fellow.

Yes, sir, taking out of account the pronunciation," replied Napier, changing his tone to one of the utmost suavity.

Then we are akin to each other!" cried the little man "we are, sure and sartin! You see my mother's brother married Susan Ann Riley, and Susan Ann's cousin Jeems was second cousin to Bob Hunt, and

Yes, yes, I see," said Napier, seizing the fellow's hand, and looking down on him with an inimitable smile

I know you now. You are my great grandfather's mother! You cannot conceive, madam, how happy I am to see you in your extreme old age!"

Had a thunderbolt fallen through the roof of No. 7, It certanly could not have created more sudden and tur bulent hilarity. It would have utterly astonished a Puritan, to see how recklessly wide some of these pretty Hoosier girls opened their mouths to give vent to their healthy cachinatlons. Hf would have suspected that it was a laughlng-Mcheol. Poor fellow! the little patched man snatched away bis hana, and, grinning foolishly eased himself back Into the crowd. "Any others of my near relatives

F,resent?"

said Napier to Lidy with

mperturbable gravity. Lidy thought not. Whit Mitchell now called the school to order, and after a lecture on "common time," sang a tune or two and dismissed to meet again on the following (Sabbath) evening to practice some sacred pieces.

Horace Napier was now a lion in deed. His name flew from lip to Hp, from home to home, and all up and down Walnut Creek. By a master stroke he had captivated and made earnest admirers of everybody there about, excepting, perhaps, Sam Weevill, the anxious kinsman, and Jimmy Logan, the witty boy. He did not go to the Sabbath session ol the singing school, but Josh did, bringing home very interesting sccount of what was said and done.

The girls are all crazy about you— stark, raving, distracteid sure's the world Why, man, you can take your choice of a hundred, nearly!" Josh spoke earnestly, admiringly.

Despite his effort to the contrary, Napier's lip curled a little. He, a millionaire, educated in the best schools of Europe, he who had tasted Parisian society—who bad flirted a' Newport and Long Branch—he choose a Hoosier girl! I do not know that in his mind he repeated so trite formula, but his lip did seem to indicate it.

Even Josie Rush asked me if you was married or single!" continued Josh.

Josie Rush!" cried Lidy, "O, cousin I'll bet you will love her if you ever see her! She is just the best and smartest and sweetest little beauty in the world. I wish she had a been there yesterday, so's you could have seen her!"

Horace Napier did not look up from his book, but whiffed leisurely at bis Dutch pipe and curled his lip. Neither Lidy nor Josh could understand their cousin's sangfroid. Everybody almost worshiped Josie Rush, and not a young man in the whole country but would gladly give up any sweetheart, for even a smile from Josie. Why then would Napier sneer Perhaps this question did not present Itaalf then, but it did at length when Josie had come to the Napper ivaidence, and Napier, instead of making hiuiselt agreeable, had gone off to the creek after bass and goggleeyes, despite all Lidy's entreaties to the contrary. An introduction however, could the conceited New Yorker prevent a start of surprise and a thrill of admiration as ne stood face to lace with Josie Rush, the belle ot Walnut Creek.

Time sped. It always does. On, on we drift through what not of pleasure and pain till our life *UHi everybody's lile beootne trite and threadbare and ragged. Time sped and Spring wheeled

Sust,

*m\, to disappear ins cloud of btoomwith Summer, golden sandaled and panting with hast, preaaing close after. The swallows reeled la wittering flight around the barns bens cackled in the mows qoaiia whistled in the haael thickets, and, like a flake of yellow fire blown from tue flaming clouds, the field lark dropped iato the

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TERKKrHAUTE SATURDAY EVENIKti MAIL JaWaRY lQ?7&.

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Whit Mitchell prsapered with hla sing ing-school at {to.7, and during the time of it many little love-schemes ripened Into truit of matrimony, moat notable among which was that of Lidy and Whit himself. A happy wedding it waa on a dear July Thursdav, witn a Aw white thunder-caps lounging round the confines of the noriaon snd a At Ail current of air flowing down from the n^rthweat. Many gueata were preeent, simplest, prettiest, most modest, and quiet of whom waa little Josie Rush, the daughter ot a Baptist parson. She was some thing more than physically pretty she was beautiful from within. Fair without, spotless of soul, innocent as a babe.

Horace Napier bad been in a dream for more than a month, and on the Bhadowy limits of this dream hovered a dim, imperfect vision of Josie Rush. Often he had stiffened himself wiih pride, and scowled at the sweet-taoed phantom, but It would not vanish. And now, while farmer Napper's big house was alive and overflowing with happy life and happy sounds, Napier sat alone under a cedar tree, gloomy and thoughtful. So wrapped In abst action was he that he started nervously when roused by a ripple of laughter and talk. He raised his head »nd saw strayiug arm in arm, Josie Rush aud re Newton. Jere was a pale beardless boy ot the Senior class ot Wabash College. Napier felt a weakness flow from bis heart aud to his exremities. He bowed his lorehead on his hot palm as the youthful twain glided past him, prattling like children. When again he looked up he saw nothing ol them—saw only a cloud of dandelion feathers glitter in the sunlight tind floating away.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon it chanced that Napier was walkiug in the garden, and on turning down a way fringed with taii sun-flow-ers he met Josie alone, whereupon he drew ber hand under his 'rm and began talking to her, about flowers, and therf about the parks of New York and the parterres of Paris. He was eloquent and had an exquisitely cultured voice. He was imaginative and had read much so he carried captive the fancy ef little Josie. She looked up into bis high, dark face and drank greedily of the fountain of his knowledge.

An hour passed thus at the eud of which time Napier held Josie's band in both his own, and stood gazing passionately down Into her artless face. What a picture

Josie, my own heart's idol! do y6u, can you love me?" He stood flushed and eager, bis eyes burning brightly, his brow pale, with the veins throbbing on his temples. He waited with bated breath the little maiden's reply, and, sweeter than a June wind MI its ruses, her voice tenderly articulated her response: •4 No, Sir, I love Jere Newton."

Which

waB,

no doubt the exact truth

of the matter. And so the dream ended at about the same time that old Mr. Napper bawled out from the garden gate:

Hor'ce, you'n Josie come 'long to supper what in tarnation you aoin' out here so quiet an' me a buntin' ye everywhere

Very sweetly Josie deported herseli on entering the dining-room, but Napier did look a bit sour, and as if to satiate the hunger of his soul ate the major portion of a saddle of mutton.

Jose, I s'pose you'n Hor'ce've got yer little affair about ready for the preacher, eh?" remarked Mr. Napper, winking shrewdly at the girl, she blushed and remained silent. "No," said Horace, with a smile,"but she told me who she loved, and it's Jere Newton!"

Everybady laughed but Jere. Poor boy! he was painfully happy. This stray gale of accident had blown to bis ear what it had so long wailed to hear —the answer to a question he had dreaded to ask.

And alter all Napier went back to New .York refreshed by his visit, a stronger hearted and happier roan. Nor is it wonderful that a tew years of this busy western life have driven the name of Horace Napier from the lips of many, and his face from the memory of nearly every one who dwells by the shady ciooks of Walnut Creek. He Is now married to a very estimable and accomplished lady, owns a controlling interest in one ol the greatest manulactories in our land, and not long sinoe told, with much apparent gusto, the story above related. 1 have thought it might bear publishing, so keenly does it smack of the true Hoosier flavor. 'jl, '«4$

TIT FOR TAT.

The Kentucky People gets off the following anecdote on Gov. James F. Robinson, of Scott, and Judge Duvsll, which has long been current in the circle of their Iriends, but we believe has never been in print before:

The Governor is a relic of the old regime of Virginia gentlemen, stately, courteous, ana punctilious in exercising the rites o? hospitality. One day he had invited Judge Duvall to ride with him. Arrived at a toll-gate, the Judge was about to pay the toll, when Gov. Robinson interposed, sayiug, "Duvall, I have been trying for years to make a gentleman of you, but have not succeeded. When a gentleman asks you to ride he does not expect you to pay expenses." At this serio-comic address from his old Iriend, the Judge laughed quietly, and returned hie pock-et-wok to its place. A part of their route lay through farms, with several

Kites

to open. Reaching the first gate, uvall sat still, while the Governor waited for him to deacend and open the gate. After waiting a minute, during which neither spoke a word, Duvall said, with a merry chuckle in his voice: "I would get down and open that gate, but I suppose that when one is asked by a gentleman to take a ride, be is not expected to work bis way." The Governor silently and solemnly descended and opened the gate.

BLIITD CRITICISM.—Much of the criticism of the day is a matter of lack of digestion, and is consequently dyspeptic in its tone. A good story aprdpos of this is related of a ptofessor of a divinity school not a thousand miles from Boston. He was wont to criticise very sharply the prayers which the students were required to write periodically. One morning, one of the students, being proficient in short-hand, was moved to take down the professor's own opening prayer verbatim, and having written it out, be handed it in for criticism. Hie professor came down on his owu work like the wolf on the fold, buffeted it, entreated it ahamefhlly, ridiculed ita false rhetoric, inveigh*! against its poor syntax, aeveraiy censured its general Incongruity, and wound up by declaring, aubetantially, that the author thereof couldn't pray worth a cent. Of oourae the student informed him that be had been mangling his own offspring, snd sinoe that day a lea* ••Saturday-Revfew"-ieh style of criticism has prevailed ta that particular college.

Tan trade of Boston in carpet slippers foots up hall a million dollars, yearly.

TUKJQUKLPBS.

IMS -^.*1 •.

The Bmglisk Royal Family'* History. Tne warned in-tbe reinote anuquiuea are accuetomed to say that Queen Victoria is descended from tbe hero Woden, of whoifi the Norsemen made a god. and who 'gave his somewhat gracious nain6 to oift modern day Wednesday. Ah Italian adventurer named Axon d'Este. engaged his sword in the servioe oft be Emperor Conrad toward the close of the etovanui century, and founded tbe house of Hanover byjnaarrying Cunegurtda ot Guelph, a Very wealthy woman. He dropped hla own name, and waa henceforth known as Guelph. Their son married the widow of the Earl of Kent, tbe brother of Edward tbe Confessor, and found much favor in the eyes of Henry the Fourth, who took away Otho of Saxony's Bavarian possessions and gave them to the newly married pair. Lucky marriage brought this enterprising family higher' and higher, until one of the sons married a daughter of Henry, tbe Second King of England, who succeeded in getting her father to give her husband the countships of Brunswick and Luenburg. These became duchies under Oibo the Fourteenth, and William of Guelph became a Duke. These Guelpbs fettered through a variety of marriages until they came to the seven sons of the great grandfather of George the First, King ot England. These sons, all dukes, were each entitled to a share of his possessions. But in or der not to split op the family coronet, the brothers made a solemn compact that only one of them should maice a legal marriage. This would make the autonomy ot tbe house complete and the compact was adhered to. The sixth son was tbe one who contracted the legal marriage, and his eldest son married the grand daughter of James the First, thus clearing the way for an alliance in the future with the crown of Great Britain. The house of Hanover owes its existence on English soil today to judicious "match making." This son secured tbe title of Duke of Hanover, and as his father had done, prevailed on his brother to devote himself to celibacy. But a moiganatic marriage, contracted with Eleonora d'Albrense, a French refugee from Louis Fourteenth's religions tyranny, has always been a thorn in the side of the Hanover dynasty. A daughter by this marriage became the wifeot George the First, and every one remembers the story of the cruel manner in which she was tre:t-d, and bow her old schoolfellow who tried to defend her when she had fled the cruelty of her husband was assassinated. On her death bed she summoned her tyrant to answer for his crimes at the bar of God before a year passed. He went to find his Judge within that year. The inorganic marriage did as much to embarrass the House of Hanover as the former artful alliance had done to exalt and enrich it. At the death of King William the Fourth the crown was separated from that of Great Britain, as tbe law prohibits women from ascending the Hanoverian throne.

HARD ON "B UBBF."

A charming actress who plays light parts in a theatre, who is also an excellent wife and mother, had been annoyed by-the overwhelming attentions of a young down town jeweller. At last, his notes and bouquets becoming too frequent, she mentioned the fact to her busDand, who immediately fired up and threatened to punish the infatuated youth. A powerful athfete, he armed himself with a cane of the "genus" bludgeon, and left his bat*l the flext morning with the avowed intention of

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living his rival a few blcws and teach bfm to mind his own business. Entering the shop where he was employed, be strode hastily through and inquired if there was a young man there named

There is," said the owner of the establishment "he is at the window tinkering watches. Air. you are wanted."

As the little male flirt arose and confronted the large man, be trembled and turned pale.

Did you send my wife these notes said he, producing some of the offending billet-doux.

I—I—yes—I did," stammered tbe culprit, trembling in every limb. He saw tbe weapon, and he thought his time h«d come.

Well, well," said tbe big-bearted, broad-shouldered actor, reaching over the counter and patting the poor,fright ened fellow gently on the top of tbe head, "look here, Dubby, you must not do so any more."

And be left poor H— to the tender mercies of his fellow clerks.,.,

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THE LOAFERS OF MADRID. This class of beings, so different from thai of other lands and climes, is sketched and delineated in a graceful manner by John Hay in his "Castilisn Days," recently issued by Osgood A Co. Tbe summer-time, he says, Is their halcyon days and he pronounces them a temperate, reasonable people, when let alone," saying that they do not require the savage stimulants of our colder-blooded race. The fresh air is a feast. AH Walt Whitman says. "They leaf, and Invite their souls." Tney provide for tbe banquet only tbe most spiritual prevender. Their dissipation is confined principally to starlight and zephyrs the coarser and wealthier spirits indulge in ice, agraz, and meringues dissolved in water. The climax of their luxury is a cool bed. Walking about tbe city at midnight, Mr. Hay saya he haa seen the fountains all surrounded by luxurious vagabonds ssleep or in revery, dozens of them stretched along the rim of tbe basins, in the spray of the splashing water, where tne least start would plunge tbem in. But 'be dreams of these Latin beggars are too peaceful to trouble tbeir slumber. They lie motionless, amid the roar of wheels and tke tramp of a thousand feet, tbeir bed tbe sculptured marble, tbeir covering the deep, amethystine vault, warm and cherishing with its breath of summer winds, bright with its trooping stars. Tbe providence of the worthless watches and guards them

SoPFBKiiro Jaws.—It appears that the Jews nowhere suffer more vigorous persecution, and are nowhere in mure wretched circumstances tban in Jerusalem. There, as at Rome, tbey are shut up in a separate quarter, aud that tbe darkest, filthiest section of the city. This quarter is a mere mud cave, lined with mud hovels. The Jews have no Consul to interfere when tbey are unjustly treated if injured, they have to bear it in silence if plundered by Arabs tbey have no hope ol recovery. Coining to the land of promise to die, many of thetn are robbed on the way, and all are robbed when they come. Help la continually sent them from abroad, but none too much.

THB Fort Wayne woman who aned ber bos band Am" pay fbr fourteen yeac* of aervioe in his household, on the ground that there was a flaw in the marriage ceremony, baa been awarded 91,178 by the Allen Circuit Court.

VbRY HIGH CHURCH.

"JKJferftfttf" PStUeth the Cknrch 6/ the Holy Kerosene Light and Confesses. "Ell Perkins," of the New York Commercial Advertiser, visits the new ritualistic church of Dr. Ewer, which he calls the Church of .the Holy (Kerosene): Light, and thus describes it:

Our church did well yesterday. A, few of Us, Who still stick to Dr. Ewer, met in the little Catholic church ori Seventh avenue, between Thirty-third" and Thirty-fourth streets. We haven't

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ot much money nor much religion, we have got more pluck than you can imagine. We are Sound to do just what we have a mind to whether we want to or not.

Gracious! how it would have bothered those poky people over on Fifth avenue, it they bad seen the lights we put up. We darkened the windows, blinded every ray of God's miserable sunlight, and burned two magnificent tallow candles and forty-four gas jets. On the alter we had a blazing crows, four feet long, made of seventy-five blazing streams of gas. It was glorious. It, was hot and uncomfortable, to be sure,:} and made Dr. Ewer's face red but it was grand—yes, sublime—except when some blundering Christian opened the door and let in the miserable sunlight. We are going to build achurch with no windows and a double door, so that God's miserable sunlight ean't eclipse our beautiful candle lights. What is the use of sunlight when it is plentylight enough In the day-time without it? "Whatdid you do?" I

It is easier to tell what we didn't do. Why, in the early morning.'at

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—think ot it, lazy Fifth avenue Low Church-men—we all got up and went to mass and confessional. The ladies had more talking tban confessing to do, and 1 began to think that Ir. Ewer was holding a reception. We would confess a little, then we would abuse the old church on Fifth avenue. One lady confessed that Miss was fixed out by tbe committee to danue with tbe Grand Duke, but that she got hold of-i Catacazy, who introduced her to Alexis, and she Mole a dance. She said she was sorry, but she did want to dance with the Grand Duke so much. Dr. Ewer said that was very bad. and that if Miss hadn't been a Low Church lady, he would never forgive it. "What will you confess this morning, Mr. Perkins?" asked the doctor, turning to me. "Well, your Worshipful," I said, "I confess that I went to the Navy Yard ball—that a miserable Low Churchman stole my overcoat and hat, and then when my driver got drunk, and I was compelled, like Mr. Stewart, to get up on tbe bex and drive home in the wind bareheaded, and in my swallow-tail coat—then I forgot myself and swore like the devil." "Are you sorry for it now. Mr. Perkins?" "Yes, I'm sorry that I swore but when I think of my lost bat and overcoat, I think it I had the low church scoundrel who stole them, I'd cut his a a a so I 4

OLD-FASHIONED MINISTERS. Those of our New England readers who have passed tbe meridian of life will vividly remember tbe old-fasbion-ed New England divines Dr. Holmes talka about ao pleaaantly—does he over talk about anything except in« a pleas-1 ant manner?—in the "Atlantic'' for January. What a deal ot philosophy, there is in his remark that "a mellow- ,1 ing rigorist is alwaya a much pleasanter object to contemplate than a tight-: ening liberal, as a oold day wxrminir up to 32° Fahrenheit IB much more agreeable than a warm one chilling down to tbe same temperatu re. Tbe least pleasing change is that kind ot mental hemiplegia which now and then attacks the rational side of a man at about the same period of life when one side of the body is liable to be palsied, and in fact ia, very probably, the same thing as palsy, iu snotber form. The worst of it Is that the subjects of it never seem to suspect that tbey are intellectual invalids, stammerers and cripples at best, but are all the time hitting out at their old friends with tbe well hrm, and calling them hard names out ot their twisted mouths." The doctor deals a strong back-banded blow at those sombre spectres who used occasionally to come along "with a sad facen and awaiting voice, whiob sounded exactly aa if somebody must be lying dead up staira, who took no Lnterest in us children, exoept a painful one, as being In a bad way with our cheery' looks, and did more t.o unciiris laulzei us with bis woebegone ways tban all bis sermons were like to accomplish ln the other direction. I remember one in particular, who twitted ute so with my blessings aa a Christian child, and whined so to me about th«naked black children who, like the 'Little Vulgar Boy,' 'hadn't got no supper and hadn't got no ma,' and hadn't no toohism, (bow I wished for the moment I was a little black boy!) that he did more in that one day to make me a heathen than he bad ever done in a month to make a Christian out of an infant Hotten tot." He thinks we ewe a great debt to tbose "good, wholesome,sound-, bodied, sane-minded, cheerful-spirited men. who have taken tbe place of those wailing potfrtnatre* with tbe bundanna handkercblefa around their m«'»gre throats and a funeral service in their forlorn physiognomies!" But we can but feel a tnankfalneas that tbe "good old times" fhrnished such ministers, when we read Dr. Holmes' confession that he himaelf might have been a.minister if such clergymen bad not talked sc like undertakers. Religion might have gained by such geniality in tbe pulpit but where would our literature have been without his charming and witty stories and poems

8INQ ULAR FREAK OF A COW. The latest exploit is that of a cow belonging to a Mr. Lambert, of iy City. Michigan. Exploring tbe back yard on a recent evening, she put h«r head Into a barrel, which she *»nld not get off, and becoming very much frightened at condition, she blindly forced her way into tbe wood-shed, thence into tbe kitchen, thence into the din-ing-room of tbe house, becoming all' the while more furious. From this room she made her way into the ptrtor, throwing down and trampling under foot everything that came in h»r way. Mrs. Lambert aroused ber husband,, who arose, but finding ne could do nothing, went for help. The cow next rushedinto bedroom where Mre.-Lam-bert, with a little baby and one ch.ld. occupied a bed, and another little child a crib in frant of It. The enraged animal mounted the bed, but help "rived, aud not an instant too aoon. The ,, window waa raised from the outside, and a neighbor attempted to enter, whan the barrel gave him a blow which knocked him back against the fence. The children were at last secured and passed tbiougb the window, and Mrs. Lambert soon followed. The door of the bedroom waa then closed and the cow left to herself. She finally became soothed, and walked out after demolishing all the nice furniture in tbe lower part of the house.