Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 13, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 28 September 1872 — Page 3

AN AUTUMN REVERIE.

Shrill tbroagh the ruiwet treed Whistles the autumn breete Hummer Is dead. Leaven from the boughs around Wither, and on the ground

Lifeless are shed.

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Rich 1* the *nlnmn glow But the wind whispers low Of winter near. Winter wilt pass away, Darkness give place today, Once more the cummer ray

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Gladdening the year.

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^Society Morals.

WHAT AN AMERICA N GIRL SEES ABROAD.

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About the Kamcr and Ihi Love.

That independent American girl, Kate Field, does not seem to be wholly fascinated by the sights she Bees abroad, and has been writing some scorcbingly sarcastic letters to her cousin Sally, who "lives out West." In a recent one of these from Kins, published in the Home Journal, slio comments rather severely on some of the peculiar German society customs, and ut the same time offers a notable instance of the special penalties of fame and rank.

A CKOWNKD FALLACY.

The old dogma of matrimonial unity, she says, is a fallacy among crowned heads, it being the privilege among royalty to join cats and dogs, and thon allow them to fight through life or separate in private, provided they publicly preserve tho convenances of their station. Considering that nobody on the continent, except such as enjoy abject squalor is permitted to marry for love, I woiulor that well-to-do babies are not born without hearts, as under tho present regime they are legally tinnecessary and illlegally cause no end ol mi*. Iiiel. Tiiero is a high premium paid on vice in these grand old countries to which American savages come in lor improvement. Lovo whatever you pleas.-," siyssocioty to men, "pro videil you do not commit tho unpirdomiblo crime of marrying luv your station or your income." "IJOVO nobody ut all," say society girls,until your parents have irried you to the propar per«on then, il you are very discreet ami ike no seaudal you may satisfy your sentiment sub rosa." Between the two. Silly, morality goes to the wall. In tho upper classes tho young niMit me roues, tbe'mairied men are unlaiililiil, the young girls are nonon titles. the married women unhappy, or untrue, or both. This is the rule ol course there are many exceptions, more perhaps, than ought to be expected when om hears iu mind that the hero and heroine of I he domestic drama arcnot cms,111I'd Willi regard to tho very difficult parts they aro required to play.

SOCIAL SLAV Kit V.

How you would rebel if you lived In ICurope, Sally yon, who havo been lroo all your lUe,'enjoying tho socioty of young men, and proving that friendship between the sexes is not a myth us I huso accurate Europeans assort, because a base education jonders tlioin ino«p:iblo ol it. A young girl dare not speak to a man, and us for walking with one, why, Sally, her reputation would bo gotio immediately, oven thoiuh that man were "a lean und slippered pantaloon" in tho spectable gui*e ol an unci-. Theyoung girl does the naive until the day of her marriage the day after, sho appears as woman of tlie woi Id, thorough mistress ol her-

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to prove beyond doubt that tho young girl Is as mueh an actress as tho ingenue. of the French stage. With all their conventional pmpi i. ties, these girls are fur more knowing than the inuepend out American!", and aro as little to be trusted as their bpthers. Deprive people of lllvrty, »*nthey will take llwnse. •1 ha Kur'op-, 'add an American girl, the other da'v. '1 can't breatho heie. Everything's linpropor. When I am lelt lii I he house without my married sister, I can't reoolvo any gentlemen lor f-Mrofse uidal, lor If the least sua plcion Is hinted, you aro regarded with as little respect us tho most degraded. Fancv my not being able to soe a dear old friend this morning because I was sioni! He hud lm|H»rtant intelligence to coininunle »te, but did not dare to come up. Tho servants would have been the first to pull me to pieces had I received I Int yet were I a married woman, might 'entertain every man ol MIV acquaintance, and (llrt with other women's husbands, without comment. I'm sick or It, and want to go home." Then when It \mes to walking, S «ll v, von must always bo accompanied by a petticoat or some description. It m*y »e ft inched to the most worthier* of hirelings, as many of the niii)ls prove themselves to tie. but with this socl-tv do»*snot concern Itselt. The ontv point* insisted upon is, that young girls shall not appear slone In public. l.»n'i you see what groat advances are gained by constant association with ignorant. superstitious and frequently immoral servants? If you do not, Euro|»e d«es. But a nos kaisers.

AN IMPERIAL IIOMANCK. 5 ,V Well, they say that the emperor when young A.IS DOC pi enamored of one quite worthy of *him in station, but that h«s father insisted upon bis uiarryingthe present empire*, between whom

ami himself there was little sympathy, and with whom he has had nothing more than a speaking acquaintance tor

twenty-five year*! They say that August!t ls very proud, demineerlng nud rigid in m-tter of etiquette, whereas the ®mp« n»r hates form or every kind but then, again. I heard oneof the em-

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rest' tormer ladirs of honor declare to be most unliable and kind. Y«»a know, Sallv, that the woman always rrceives the most abuse. For my part I believe that in matrimonial disagreement both parties are to blame, and have always lelt convinced ll«*t the shade or I lie typical virago XauMpp«

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onlv rap out her experience with ber husband S«cni*cs, the married man be as faultlees as Socrates the idiilocopher. Thilosopheniare un plcaLut to1 have in the bouse. They always forget to go to market, never take their meals rtnfiilarly, nevrr com tit heir hair, never buy new suit of clothes always wear shocking bad bats, never button their gloves, are so engrossed In Improving lue human race as never to pay any attention to the Individual specimens around tbcm, and last, but worst sin or all, they never notice what

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hearth inay regain her hue, Hummer cannot renew Love Uiat is dead.

a woman has on! ir this is not enooKh to ruin the female temper, what Is? Do you suppose that Socrates would appreciate one ot Panet A Beer's dresses? No, indeed. I dare sav he was constantly offending Xantlppe's taste.

But once more, to take up the threaa or the Hobenzollerns. They say that tho emperor's greatest grievance against the empress is her desire to meddle with politics, and this on ait is probably true. The lsst person from whom an obstinate insn will advice is bis wife, and if it be difficult for Bismarck to Impress the imperial mind—Bismarck, the maker or an empire—bow thoroughly unpalatable must be any attempt or the empress to rule, especially when she is more radically inclined than the kaiser. From cursory observation of the empress' face. I should say that she had will and little tact that she went direct to whatever point she wished to gain. This isn't the way to accomplish your end with obstinate men, and I fancy that ir Augusta were Freuch she would be a power behind the throne. It may seem paradoxical, bnt I have no doubt that rascinating women have obtained and can still obtain great sway over the emperor, for though he possesses a solid foundation of sense, he is thoroughly German, and a German has no respect for a woman's head. For a woman to make a direct attack upon his reason is suicide. Let her appeal to his h6art and eye. and he yielas without knowing it. I conress that I teel sorry for the empress. It certainly is not her business to unsurp the authority of her husband, but perpetual suppression must be fearrully tantalizing to a persoh in her position. A woman without tact should die. The only female diplomacy now tolerated is that of consummate acting. Did the empress Au-

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depend upon acting for a living, fear that she would starve In a week. ATYPICAL INCIDENT. The other day there passed through the street a man bearing upon his uead plaster busts ot the emperor and empress, the crown prince and crown princess, and in order to keep the first two face to lace one rope was tied around both necks. Fritz and his wile seemed to require no sucb precaution, and I thought this somewhat significant. Busts may be tied with impunity, not people so, when the euiporor visits one watering place the empress visits another. While monsieur takes the "cure" here, madame resides at Boblentz in an exceedingly comfortable palaco on the Rhine, the windows ol which command a fine vi«w of the picturesque fortress of Ehrenbreitstein. It was to this palaco that she once retired for six months. But all the proprieties of stale are pieserved, Sally. Now it is the emperor who drives to Coblentz lur the purpose ofdining with his royal spouse, and then it is tho empress wao comes to Ems to dine at the Kurhaua. Only a few minutes ago I suv the empress drive olf in a quiet coupe, drawn by a pair of fine black horses. The footman was overpoworing in his rigidity. As ho stood by the door to receive orders, you knew without being told that royalty sat within. You snillod a superior being in the air everybody stopped and gazi'd men and women at the spring forgot to sip their water the emperors chamberlain 11 uttered about in wliito pantaloons, dress coat, and 110 end of orders—a queer dress for an imperial dinner, was it ,1()t!_the empress shrank back in her carriago bowing, yet trying to escape observation, and not until she drove off did tho phelgmatic Germans return to their normal condition. Augusta is a dark-haired, dark-eyed, well-preserv-ed woman, of erect carriage, who seems to be much younger than her husband. I did not envy her as she passed, Sally. A woman accompanied to her carnage by a loving husband is a much pleasanter spectacle than an empress escorted by a lawnlng courtier. A stupid populace gape at the latter, and co.isld the former not wor hy of notice yet, I assuro you, Sally, that among European aristocracy ono sight is as rare as tho other. It is their inestimable privilego to r».V servants for such attentions as with us aro rendered by love or friendship.

ON THE 1I1G1I SEA S.,.

Unable to get a Square Meal. {,

A correspondent who has lately been to Europe doesn't think much of high living, if 0110 has to take it on the "high seas. Ho has tacts too, on his side, for he says:

Evorybody has heard ofthe princely stylo of living on the Cutiard steamers. But what are four meals a day, with a dinner which requires an hour aud a half to go through the courses, to one who is nauseated at tho sight even of the most delicious dish The attempt to keep up sivle Is a melancholy farco after tho tlrst day. Only tho captain and the few who have "traveled the seas over," really onjoy the meals.

There is an atmosphere of brine, or steaming oil, or something peceliar to thi close cabins or steamships, which

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mpression that it is this nauseating smell which produces half the sea-sick-ness. It would make ouo sick on land to live in il tbreo days.

During rough weather, and indeed at all times, for the ocean Is never quiet and tne great vessel never ceases to roll, sitting at the table is a ludicrous experience. The dishes are tenced on 03* fastening four strips or mahagony, about threo incites high, lengthwise with the tables, with occasional crosspieces. Castors and ghisses hang from a swinging shelf above. Frequently, a lurch of tht^vessel sends crockcry and contents upon one side of the table, and sometimes in your lapj while the return roll take them back to the'othcr side decidedly mixed.

It was not an uncommon sight to see a waiter on tho cabin floor carving a turkey upon a platter which he was steadying between his knees It was no cold that most of the passengers wore ovorcoats or shawls at their meals. Such Is "style" on the high seas In a regular Cunarder.

HOW HINSTREIJi "DRA IK." Dan Bryant draws his check for fifty thousand dollars.

Billy Emerson draws $300 week. J. R. Keinble draws a good profile. U».n Cotton draws a crowded bouse. Sam Sharpley d.avrs a revolver. W. W. Newcomb draws his breath barely.

John Mulligan draws his words. Frank Brower draws ale. Charley Backus draws comparisons, and thev* are odious,

Cal Wagner draws a laugh. Oiol Burges draws on the manager, Oustav Biddanx draws on his gloves, Jimmy Clark draws off and busts'etn In be snoot.

Frank Morgan can draw pqker. Billy Manning draws on imagination. Lew Ik'uedict draws on the couiic almanac*.

Tns weather may be dark and raining very well—laugh between the drops, and think cheerily of the bine sky and sunshine to-morrow*

Shadows of Shasta.

JOAQUIN MILLER'S TAWNY BRIDE.

THE CHILD OF A POST'S LOVB.

Wrinkled and brown as a bag of leather, A squaw alts moaning long and low. Yesterday she was a wife and mother, To-day sne Is rocking her to and fro, A desolate widow In weeds and woe. —[Songs of the Sierras.

Thus wrote the wild poet of the Sierras, Joaquin Miller, but little did the world know of the depth of meaning In these lines. Never aid it dream that this squaw, who sat "rocking* to and fro, a desolate widow in weeds and woe," was his own dnsky spouse. And yet such seems to have been the fact, and in the San Francisco Chronicle we have the whole of the wonderful story.

The writer tells us that fifteen years ago, on a little green valley on the banks of tha Upper Sacramento, there dwelt a remnant of the once powerful tribe of Taschastas. But little Is known ol the history of the tribe except that they were lar above the average California Indian in all that invests the aboriginal character with sentiment and romance. They were wild, fierce and exceedingly warlike, and for years bad held In undisputed possession the region overlooked by tho snow capped dome of Mount Shasta. The memory of this tribe has been immortalized by a wild, wierd, romantic poem rrom the pen of Oregon's long haired versifier— Joaquin Miller—who, in his youth, spent nearly a year in their company, residing in the wigwam or the chier and fishing and hunting with the yonng warriors. This romantic incident in the life of the Sierra songster is not generally known but when the facts aro fully recorded his admirers will be at no loss to account for the inspiration which guided his pen through the mazes of poetic thought and mournful fancy which gave birth to The last of the Taschastas."

THE POET'S FIRST LOVE.

Here it was that Miller first felt the awakening of the tender passion, and here it was that be first aroused into being the love of one who clung to him eveu unto death. She was a dark-eyed, raven-haired creature, with a wealth ol love and affection which she lavished uponthe adventurer. Joaauin Miller's treatment of this poor savage girl reflects but little credit upon the soul ol so intense a being as he. It finds a parallel in his subsequent demeanor towards tho lairer-haired and more cultured being who boars his name and shares (at a distance) tho glor.y that is his. The two iucideuts confirm the impression that, after all, poets can do very mean things in a very practical way.

TOE FIRST MEETING.

As the story goes, Miller was at one time a stockherder, or something of the kind, in Siskijou county. One day in attending to me cattle in the southern part of tne county, he camo across a party of three young Indians. Believing that they were on a cattle-stealing expedition he fired at them to frighten thein away, but unfortunately they didn't scare worth a cent, and in about two minutes the young disciple of cattle herding and poetry found himself bound hand and loot, aud with an ugly builet hole through the fleshy part of his leg. The next morning before daybreak he was in the Indian canfpa prisoner. Not knowing what was to be his fate, blind with anger and mortification, and suffering intensely from his wound, Miller lay upon his blanket the very picture of despair.

It was while ho was in this condition that he first met the woman who was to exercise such an influence upon his destiny.

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She was the daughter of the old cniei or the tribe, young—not over eighteen— and as beautiful as an angel's dream. Miller, in his poem, draws tho following picture of her

Hnrd by stood tho war chiefs daughter, Taller than the tassel I'd corn, wg Sweeter than the kiss of morning,

Had as some sweet star of morn, Half defiant, half forlorn. r/'

Robed in skins of striped panther, srtf Lilting loosely to the air, Willi a luce a shade of sorrow,

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Willi her striped robes around her, Fasten'd by an eagle's beak, givrU'ji Stood SI by the stalely chieftain, Proud and pure as Shasta's peak. 6 1 0 0 Her eyes were black, her face was brown, ller breasts were bare, and there fell down such wealth of lialr, it almot hid The two, in Its rich Jelty fold— Which I had sometime fain forbid ft They were richer, fuller far |. Than any polished bronzes are. And richer hued Mian any gold. On her brown arms and her brown hands Wi r«» hoops of gold aud golden bands, Kougli-hainniend from ihe virgin oil, So heavy they could hold no more."

PITY—THES LOYK.

Tho maiden saw tho captive and straluhtway her heart went out in pity for his sulleriug. She unloosed bis fastenings, dressed his wounds, and pleaded with ber father for his safety. Iler efforts wore not in vain. For days and days she was unremittingin her attention and kindness, and in a month Miller's wound was entirely healed, and he bethought him of his future. The tribe, through the intercession of the girl, offered him a safe conduct back to his cattle herds, but some strange, invisible power seemed to bold him, and weeks went by, finding him at their close still a guest of the Taschastas. He knew the girl loved him wlldlv, and he know also that to leave ber would cost him a bitter pang, so he lingered on, even against his better judgment.

PARENTAL SANCTION.

The old chief watched the progress of events with a calm serenity and stoic indifference worthy of a statue. He gave no hint that a" pale-faced son-in-law would bo acceptable or distasteful, a lact which Miller viewed with a great deal of inner satisfaction. The love of the two ripened rapidly— hers faster than bis—for in her wild imaginings she looked upon him aa her God and worshiped him accordingly. She taught him a dialect by which tnejr could ex change their thoughts and give expression to the heart yearnings which overwhelmed them, lie taught her a few snatches of his first love-songs and instructed ber in the first rudiments of the English tongue. He filled her mind with glowing pictures of civilization. tar beyond the mighty range of snow-covered mountains in the East and she listened with absorbing intereat to all be told ber of the great world of which she knew so little and he so much.

THE FOREST NUPTIALS.

And so the green summer wore atrsy and gave pl«ce to golden autumn Joaquin alill lingered HI th* hospitable wigwam, with MO other thought but to bask in the suuiiubt of the Indian maid n't smiles. She ha1 bewitched him with her artless grace and b*vHdred his reason with the pasilonat

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love she to freely gave him. Ai toi him, he was all in all to her, her life her world, her God. 8he had no word for any but the pale-faced, long-hairwi stranger, and no thought for aught save his welfare and happiness. And so one day they were married. Not within the massive atone walla of splendid cathedral, with a gorgeously surpllced priest to mumble over the few formal words which society has sei op as a moral safegusrd, bnt beneath the broad branches of a mighty oak, with no eye save that of the Grftat Spirit upon them, nor any voices save those of the chirping beetle and the sil-ver-toned birds to bless their union. Miller in later years has told us this about the bridsl guests and the wedding festivities: "The hills were brown the heaven# were blue,

A woodpecker pounded a pine-top shell, While a partridge whistled the whole day through.

For a rabbit to dance in the chapparal, And a jtrey Krouse drammed, "All's well! All's well!"

THE GLORIOUS HONEYMOON.

For the next month there was but one heaven for Joaquin Miller, and that was inside the old chief's wigwam. The frosts came and the young warriors made up hunting parties to go ofl and secure the winter's supply of provisions but Miller refused, on all occasions, to accompany them.' He sat for hours at a time gazing into the liquiii depths of his dusky partner's great dark eyes, and had no joy, no happiness, save when in hor presence. The old chief soon became aware ot the turn in his domestic affairs, but he seemed to view the matter with a very philosophical sense. He treated Miller well, and regarded him as affectionately as a father could bis own son, although be wondered that the pale face could so long content himself away from his home and kindred. The winter came and went and still Miller lingered by the side of his forest bride, though an interested observer would have looked in vain tor the same passionate devotion that held sway in the begiuning.

THE MERIDIAN.

Their love had crossed the meridian of happiness, and the young couple bad begun to look each upon the other as a matter of course. A quiet indifference sprang up on his part, which boded no good to the confiding child of nature who had placed her trust in him—ber ate in his keeping. He no longer sat at her feet or pillowed his head in her lap at eventide, but sat apart gazing into vacancy, his thoughts far, far away among the ranches of Siskiyou, or the pleasures of the City by tho Sda. He longed for a change, and began to look upon the possibility of a separation from his bride with a feeling akin to satisfaction. The wife saw all this, but her innocence saw nothing to give her alarm. Besides she already feu something which, when told her lord, she knew would fill his very soul with joy, and draw him closer to uer.

THE CHILD OF A POET'S LOVE. One night there was a great commotion in the wigwam. The old chief and the long haired poet were both hustled out in tho midnight air and left to shiver in the gloom ot early morn Troops of Indian women, "Wrinkled and brown as bags ol leather," Hurriedly passed in and as hurriodly passed out again. Anxious looks and hurried whispers passed between them, and mysterious ceremonies seemed to be going on with the sacred portals. As the sun lifted its golden halo above the snow-breasted clitl's ot the Sierras, a plaintive wail grated curiously, nay, perhaps, a little harshly upon the eager ear of a pale-faced listener without. In another hour an old woman appeared in the doorway and beckoned to Miller that he might enter. He went in and anxiously approached the low bed where lay euwrapp in a fancifully wrought blanket tue little pink-faced, black-oyed token of his early passion.

THE SEPARATION.

And now Joaquin became still more desirous of putting an end to the romance of the past year and return once more to tho so ues of his former life. Ilis was a restless, roving, dissatisfied disposition, and the sentiment of his passion gone, it could no longer brook a humdrum existeucoin the wild home ofthe forest. "His was uncommon mould of mind, rim made lor action, ill or «ooti

C.isi in ano lu laud and scene, His reckless, rustle** will had been A curse or blessing to Ills kind." One day he quietly went up to his dusky mate and told* her he was going on a vtait to his friends in Siskiyou. Tears stood in "her great dark eyes as the announcement fell upon her ears, for sometlftng withiu her seemed to say: "So here my la«t day has its closc,

And here it ends." She gazed long and earnestly into tho deep blue eyes before her, but could get no comfort from tbem, for they were as cold as stone aud as unimpassioned as the rocky crags behind her wigwain. So, with a mute appeal for mercy, she threw her arms wildly about him and sobbed as if her heart would break. But it made no difference. Miller was determined to go, and, kissing her brow, he gently put her away from him, and giving onlyoue look at his little dusky daughter, strode out into the sunlight aud wended his way toward the North. ,s

RETRIBUTION.

That, so far as is known, was the last that Joaquin Miller ever saw of his tawny, .lorost bride. Years passed away. He met, wedded and deserted the lady whose letter in recital of her wrongs has made her famous in literature as the poet himself but he never again acknowledged the Indian woman, who, out of the depth or her great love, had borno him a child. Not a great while ago that little child, born iu the forest gloom, came into his possession. How, exactly, when, or where, does not appear, but it is living, and calls Joaquin Miller "father." She Is now firteen years old and is living in San Francisco, supported from the poet's purse. She is described as strikingly beautiful. She has her mother's deep, dark eyes, and wealth of raven hair, aud ber father's clear Caucasian skin. Her neighbors call ber the beautiful Spanish girl, for they know not her romantic history but to her own immediate friends she is known as the poet's gifted child. It Is but justice to Miller to say that he is exceedingly fond or her, and does everything in his power to make her comfortable and happy. He ba» provided lor her education, aud she already shows traces of that genius which has made ber father famous aud herself proud and happy to be called his, though the child of love only.

THE LAJCT TASCHASTAS.

Of her mother nothing is known. The child berselt has but little recollection of her, and says the only picture sbe can recall of ber early years Is the memory of a sad, sad face, and a we iry, desolate home iu a but on the banks of the Sacramento. ••Wrink I* -wo as baa of Teatuer u4 tunic ana low,

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[Prom tne rrovldenee Journa'.] ANOTHER OF THOSE APPARITION STORIES.

A yonng lady from New Tork has been visiting re'litlves in this city during the past two weeks, and had made arrangements to return Dome last Friday night, having a strong impression upon her mind that she must go home without delay. For the sake of the company of a relative on ber journey home, however, she was induced to postpone her departure until Monday evening last. On Sundav morning, altera quiet night's rest, she was suddenly awakened between three and four o'clock, and saw a figure distinctly, or was convinced she d:d, standing In ber room, near the door, lookiug toward her. The figute bore an exact resemblance to a sister sbe lelt at home in New York in her usual health. The young lady got up and went toward the apparition, and it disappeared. She then opened a window ana looked out, but seeing nothing more of the figure or anything else unusual, sbe returned to her room and fell asleep again. In a short time she was awakened and saw the apparition of ber sister again, with the same life-like appearance and in the same position as before. She got up again, and as sho advanced toward it, it receded from ber approach and disappeared as before. Again she looked fro in room to room aud out of the window, but saw nothing moro of it. Being now too much excited to sleep longer, she dressed herself and remained sitting up in her chamber waiting for daylight. Her uncle, who is an early riser, heard her, moving about the room, and on his inquiring why she was up so early, she related ber experience as stated above, and when the family had all risen it was a subject ol general remark and comment. On Sunday noon the young lady received a dispatch that her sister had died suddenly at the very hour the apparation appeared in her'chainber.

INDIANS PUZZLED BY A 'ST. LOUIS DILL OF FARE. "At dinner, Whitewash-in-bis-Eye called to him a waiter, who said Ugh as a delicate compliment, and hauded him a bill of faro. The chieftain pointed to the first item and said "Ugh!" The waiter said "Ugh!" and teturned with a cflpot coffee. Now, even though a cup of coffee is a good thiug, it is hard ly a meal for a man. So the bravo said

Ugh!" again and pointed to the sec ond item. The waiter said "Ugh!" re tired, and returned with a cup of green lea. A third interchange of "Ughs!' resulted in a cup of btack tea, and lourth in a cup of mixed tea. In do spair, tho bravo uttered an angrx ••Ugh!" that made the waiter turn pale, and pointed to the last itoin on the bill, evidently being anxious to get as far uvay from the teas as possible. The waiter faltered "Ugh!" and hurried back with a tumbler ol iced tea. The others, warned by the example and fate ol their comrade, attacked the bill ol faro in medias res. Ouo struck "p i\ eat," under the ho id of "broiled," and had an abundant il not varied meal oi mutton chops, sirloin steaks, porter house steak, Boston steak, etc. Combining their information, tho remain ing members of tho party waud rjd over tho bill of fare, taking every division by starts, and nono of thom long Tho result was eminently satisfactory tho aboriginal stomach, which is c.i-^ p.icious and has no prejudices as to the succession and relative proportions ol S'Mip, fish, game, entrees, broiled, to-ist and desert. One erratic, brave owed himatutinai dissension to a jud oim compound ol: 1, coilce: 2, canlolojie 3. ice cream 4, Irish stew o, steak 6, Worcester «auco 7, mustard K, melon 9, fried potatoes 10, mackerel: 11, Graham bread 12, icod toa ]:J, fried e_rgs 14, sliced tomatoes and 1", but tered toast and his bosom was rent with emotion when ho found that the titer shook his head when the line ^SJ-Gu sts having friends to dinner will please give notice at tho office-SB^ was indicated. ..

POOR DICK YA TES.

The Chicago Times tells tho painful story ol the last lull ol poor Dick Yates, who now lies in it critical condition in Chicago. He arrived in Chicago on T.iursdav, fresh from his great oratorical effort at the late Springfield meeting in the interest, of Grant, and put up at theTreinont House. The limes tells tho rest:

Nightfall found him on the western border of the burnt district, whence it was in the natural order of things that he should follow the crowds that swept past tho door of M-ulain Kudolphe's charming cottage. Thither tondod the ex-senator's unsteady steps, but just why they should stop at that particular place the reporter's information was unable to state. Likewise concerning the events of the evening inside the Kudolphe mansion tho reporter is ignorant.

But, after a while,, a proposition to visit the restaurant was accepted by the madamu and one of her fair boarders. A hack was secufed, and they were set down at the door.

But a few moments passed after their entry before |ioor Dick droppod out »f tho chair in a fit. Ho was taken back to tho Treinont, where be now lies in a dangerous condition.

It appears that the unfortunato man came to the city unaccompanied, and that his eccentric peregrinations were undertaken on his own account. He is now in the hands of some of his old friends and political associates, who have brought able medical gentlemen to his assistance. Mr. Yates is a tn«ro wreck of his forinerseir, and tboso who used to see bjm when the flame or eloquence lighted up his countenance and when ho was the peer or any speaker in the land, would hardly know him now. pale, haggard, slovenly in attire, and broken down physically and mentally. He is truly an object of sympat hy, and

physically and mentally. objector sympathy,and

a sad example of the evil effects of liquor.

WE admire women of plncVt^ Wo particularly jdmlre th«»m in their relations as wives to somebody else. There is a woman in Arkansas who is worthy of the applause ol all femininity, and to to regarded by, in this case, the weaker sex with awe. She recently found ber husband embracing the servant girl. With a rolling pfn she knocked blm.and, getting a bucket of tar and a pillow, tarred snd feathered him beauilfullv. "If a man is to be Ku-Klnxed, it's much nicer to have It done by the lovely hand ot the soother snd consoler of your life than by tl.e rough hands of a hooded stranger, is what the husband savs.

THEtruth of Shakspere's statement that frailty is the name of woman, re ceived new proof in Rochester last week, when a girl or that city made use of $10 given her by her lover to get married to another fellow. She also*hid bi* clothes tb*t beoouldiTt get down at .Irs to foi bid the banns. There is one •nan in Rochester to whom it isn safe to say, "How's your girl?" He's elevated the heads by tbe addition of a Mansard roof of four daring yontha who put the queatlon to him.

GOLDEN PA HA GRAPHS. Enlarge not thy u^ilny, saith the Oracle of old endeavor not to do more than is given theo to do. sf:

Learn to pursue virtue from the that is blind, who never taken a atej without firot examining the ground with his staff. "I hold it to be a fact." says Paaeal, "that if all persons knew what they said of each other, there would not oe» iny friends in the world."

No man can, for any considerable pe- ,, riod. wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without fiuaUyf* getting bewildared as to which may be true.

The perfection of moral character^ consists in this, in passing every day the last, and in being neither violently excited nor torpid, nor playing t(he hypocrite.—[M. Antoninus.

Sensational announcements for sermons are becoming fashionable. Solomon says something about the nocessi-, ty of la5*ing on more strength when the* instrument is dull.

Strong drink—whisky, rum, gin,' brandy—go staggering up and downonr streets like so many assassins of society. They are wild beast that prey upon mankind they aro pirates against the. human soul.

A clergyman asked Garrick to explaim why it was that Garrick made so much deeper impression on his audience than the clergyman on his. Garrick answer-, ed "I speak falsehood as though I be^ lieved it you speak the truth as though you disbelived it." "I never go to church," said an irrev-^ erent man to a pious lady "I alwaya spend Sunday in settling accouuts.", "There is ano'ther day," said the lady, "that will spent in the SHIMO way." "What day is that?" asked the man, "The day ol judgment," was the solemn reply.

Not bad is this remark of a pastor: "Two-thirds of the members ot my church are honorary members. They don't come to prayer meetings they don'tattendSabbath school th«y don't add to the life or the church they are passengers on tho gospel ship tliey bear no burdens, add no strength their names aro on our books they are honorary members."

SUBLIMITY IN DUELING. One of the most beautiful examples of bigh-mindedness in dueling was that of tho Earl of Balcarras, in his dual with Benedict Arnold, tho traitor. It. will be recollected that part of the reward of that wretched man's treachery was the rank of general iu tho British irmy vot few, if any, of the officers would ussuciato with itiin. One day King George III., wiih Arnold beside him, addressed Lord Balcarras, and isked him if ho was not acquainted with Gen. Arnold. "What, Arnold, tho traitior replied tho high spirited Tory. "No, may it please your Majesty nor lia\e I any desire to know him."

So crushing an allront could not be pas-ed by in those days. Arnold sent Balcarras a challenge, end, us he hold a commission In the army, tho nobleman lelt that lio could not refuse to meet him. They met, and, when tho word was given, Arnold fired, but the Earl sond motionless, looking contuuptuously at his opponent, whose baJtlihad gra/.ed his cheek. •My lord," cried Arnold, at length, •'aro you not going to lire?"

Balcarras elevated his pistol, discharged it In tho air, hurled it toward his adversary, with thi- memorable reply, "No. sir I leave traitors to the public-executioner." As his lordship had received Arnold's fire without returning it, no further satisfaction could bo demanded, according to the rules of dueling which then existed. ,jt rf

Miss FANNIE CARMON, of Iowa, held up as a shining exaniplo for her sex, because she went into her father's hay fields, in the cap by of a Maud Mnller, hut unlike that mueh quoted iden, slio "raked the meadow, sweet with bay," until sho had gathered together forty tons. The Memphis Avatncho says this was much bettlor than loolin' round with a rheumatic old Judge." Tho Avalanche is heartless to como down in that cold way upon Whittier's sweet little poem. 1 ought to remember, too, that the Judge was romantic, not rheumatic, and if Miss Fannie's example is to he generally followed, and only her kind of "hay" made, there will bo more poor little heroines than his who will sigh "it might have bci-n."

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No married couple should bo without a nice young man boarder. He is so convenient to have a I out the liouso, and when there is no other subject for a row one can bo easily originated about him. In' Louisville there is newly married couple who provide food and lodging lor a nitre youuit man. Recently the husband returned to find his wife nursing the boarder's sore fool. He objected to this, and Ids wife called him a brute. He retorted (bat she was a d—d lool and ought to ho sp-nkwl. She jumped up and som-fwh.it got ber fingers entangled in his hair and he accidentally threw her across his knea and struck the skirls of her dress with a frying pan. He was arrested and fined. The boarder hasn't moved yet, but the husband has. which is carrying an innocont joke a little too lar.

A JBRSKV exchange, tho editor of which no doubt lately "set up" with a widow, goes off thus: "For the other half or a courting match, there is nothing like an interesting widow. There's as mnch difference between couring a damsel and an attraeiive widow as there is in ciphering In addition and the double rule or three. Courting a girl is eating fruit—all very nice as far as it extends bnt doing tho amiable fo a black-eyed bereaved ono, in black crape, comes under the head of preserves—rich, pnngent syrup. For delicious courting wo repoat, givo us a lively 'widder.'"

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mence* in Man Franoisco to-day. But, alas, sbe is too beautirui ever to he hung. There is not a Sheriff or a Sheriff's Deputy in all that land, where gold dollar* are so plenty and fascinating women so scarce, who would put a halter about that lovely neck.—[NewYork Commercial Advertiser.

An Irishman tells us ot a fight IB which there was only ono whole nose left in the crowd, and "that belonged to tbe tay-kettle."

THE grand constituents of health and happiness, the cardin point* which everything turns, an exercwe for the body and occupation lor the mind.

Snapsione has recent foind a new application as a raw ma'erl il for buttons, dominoes and otter similar oVjecta.

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