Bloomington Courier, Volume 7, Number 10, Bloomington, Monroe County, 8 January 1881 — Page 3

WAITING

Sam Booth.

TO the topmost height of the Golden Gate, I sit to-night and patiently wait, Gazing far out on the quiet sea, For the loved ones who are coming to me. Twelve years have passed since the bright May morn, When I saw them last, by the springing corn, And her two white arms around me clung. As I bade "God bless them," and hurried away, To hide the tears I could not stay. For a man's ambition within stirred To do as some others of whom I had heard. An lo! I am here with ambition stilled.

yearning unfulfilled:

for rest,

says that ambition and fame are

naught,

And my young wild

And only in place a longing

Where she

And that wealth may be bought:

And she tells me how the girls

How the look of the youngest own,

And how the hair and eyes of

the other

Partake of the darker hue of their mother.

And in all the years of her lonely life

Hath never complained -- my good true wife

But done for the children the best she knew

all too dearly

gether. There was Governor Lewis Morgan, whom I saluted. I noticed that they didn't speak, so I seated myself between them. Finally Burr rose

and moved off. "Don't you know

Colonel Burr?" I asked him. "Yes"

he said, "I know the d---d reptile."

how old the world is. Very well. What has been the population of the world since the race began ? Who can

estimate the number? By what arith-

have grown.

are all my

As she says, "to make them worthy of you.

And so it has come to pass again. That love is the victor, and I am fain To sit to-night by the Golden Gate, Wearing his fetters, and patiently waitGazing far out on the peaceful sea For the ship that is bringing thee out to me. Illustrated Press.

BURR'S LOVE-LETTEBS,

And the Terrible Depravity That

They Show.

Thurlow Weed's Story to a New York Corre-

spondent.

When I knew Burr best he was well

advanced in years. He was one of the

worst men that ever lived. He had no

scruples whatever about betraying a woman, and he chose the loveliest in

the land for his victims. About the

time of his duel he had disgraceful

intrigues with a dozen or twenty ladies

at once in New York, Albany, New

Haven, Providence, Boston, Baltimore, Richmond, and smaller towns between. Some of these were kept up for years.

but most of the ladies had speedy suc-

cessors. I speak of them as "ladies" --- they were wives of brilliant lawyers or wealthy merchants, or the young daughters of fashionable old families. There was an agony of fear among these when the duel was fought, lest the guilty gallant should fall and their terrible secret be betrayed, and this fear deepened to consternation when he died at last. Many of the oldest of families of New York, Pennsylvania and New England trembled then. And well they might. It had been rumored around that Burr had never destroyed any letters from ladies. And this shows better than any thing else his lack of moral sense whatever --- for he refused to protect those whom he had greviously injured, when they

could have been protected without a moment's thought. He used to boast that he had never destroyed one letter. And with devilish method he had

folded them all carefully and filed them

regularly in packages, each lady's let-

ters by themselves. When Burr died, Matthew L. Davis, about his only

friend, who became his administrator, sent for me. I went over. There was nothing to administer but the expressions of tenderness which the scoundrel had cajoled from respeetable woman and filed away. There was the will which he made the day before his duel with Hamilton. In that he said to his daughter,

Theodosia, his only legitimate child,

then at sea:

"In a blue trunk

in the attic you will find something to amuse, more to instruct and still more to regret." That blue trunk which he thus cooly bequeathed to his only child, and that child a lovely daughter, contained the carefully treasured love-

letters, from a dozen women at a time, proofs of her mother's depravity ! Does

not that show that Burr was without any moral sense whatever? Theodosia was swallowed up by the waves, and

never saw the blue trunk.

We opened the blue trunk, which

Davis had partly examined, and I shall

never forget my astonishment and disgust at what I saw. It was nearly full of letters from women, filed in packages, We looked at the individual let ters. Most of them had originally been signed with initials only, or oftener without any name, or with some pet name; but Burr, with a malignity, whose motive I can not yet understand, had written out each name in full. He seemed resolved that others should share his infamy. Some of the names belonged to the most honored families in the land --- to have revealed them would have been to cause terrible anguish and in several cases probably

The Corrupt Stage

Good company, No. 12.

The people who have the cause of

good morals deeply at heart are not agreed as to the best attitude to take towards the theatre. The percentage of those who would delight in witnessing the masterly representations of an Edwin Booth or a Charlotte Cushnmn, but who deny themselves that privilege because they think it wrong to countenance theatergoing in any shape, is still a large one.

though by no means so large as it was in those days when the novel and the theater were both under the same band. "Uncle Tom's Cabin" was the first "novel" which many a good man and woman ever read. And many were those, a quarter of a century ago, who first broke their life-long rule

against theater-going when Uncle Tom was placed upon the stage. The theater as an institution is bad enough certainly when Mr. Booth says, in substance, that he does not suffer his wife or daughter to listen to a play until he has first heard it and made sure that it is fit for them to hear. It

is not a very surprising statement, though it probably would surprise us to hear an editor say that he never took home a new number of a magazine until he had read it through to whether see it was fit to go into his family; or to hear a minister say that he never suffered bis daughter to attend service in any church until he had at first listened to the preachiug of that clergyman and made sure that his sermons were not immoral in their teachiugs. And it is to be assumed that the eminent tragedian knows what he is talking about. His statement certainly justifies to some extent the attitude of those who are

suspicious of the influence of the theater as it and jealous of buttressing it as a great social institution by their support. Whether they are nearer right. though than those who believe

the best way to restrict the influence

of the debased drama and corrupt theater is by patronizing elevated plays and clean theaters, and helping to starve out the other sort, let each who believe in prohibition of any de-

gree in this matter judge for himself.

But irrespective of the question of patronizing clean plays. a plain word in regard to refusing patronage to un-

clean players is timely just now.

Let it be granted that it is as proper to listen to Mr. Booth's wonderful rendition of Othello as to read Shake-

speare's great drama at home. It

would be another thing altogether if

Mr. Booth's consummate ability were wedded to shameful immoralities of

life; if his shining histrionic triumphs were put to the base surface of gilding

the grossest crimes against social

purity. An actress may display pre-

eminate abilities on the stage, but suppose her private life has been notoriously infamous, and that she gives no sign of a better mind. Can any man or woman who cares anything for the purity of social life consent, in good conscience and in consistency, to be of those who worship at the shrine of such an artist? Does not he or she who sits in such an audience breathe a tainted atmosphere? No one is a more dangerous enemy, to all that is sweet and good in human life than the one who lends to impurity the sanction of splendid talents. If the American theater is to drop to the moral level of the "Comedie Francais" Christian America will certainly have

no further use for it. Shall pure men or virtuous women consent to be seen

in the audience which is gathered for

the apotheosis of Aspasia?

metic shall you compute the swarming millions? Take the globe and flatten it into a vast plain, 24,000 miles by 24,

the breaking up of families. I used to go over and look at them when I had

a spare hour. They were strictly guarded by Davis. He was a queer man, but he had a high sense of personal honor. Why, Mordecai M. Noah offered Davis $20,000 for that blue trunk and its contents, but, of course, the offer was spurned and the insult resented. Matthew Davis, too, had his eccentricities, and one of his queer notions in regard to these captured love letters was they should all be returned to the writers. That seemed to me to inflict needless pain, and I argued with him about it but he

said the writers would be better satisfied if they had a chance to destroy them themselves. Some of them were old ladies then, mothers and grand-

mothers, but Davis undertook the grim task of returning all the packages of letters by the hands of trusty friends, a good many he gave back himself He gave [illegible] of these delicate packages to deliver when I was going to

Providence one day, but I told him I Would see him hanged first. But I know that General Scott did accept one of these packages from Matthew Davis and returned it with his own hands to a lady high in society in Providence. He told me so. I always wondered whether she thanked him or not, but I forgot to ask him But think of the moral nature o the man capable of deliberately leaving all those letters to his own daughter as legacy! Burr was quite a small man, very graceful in movement and cour-

teous in demeanor. A small hand and

foot. Not spirited or dashing at all, but his manner was full of repose, and

his voice was soft and musical. He would strike one at first as being slightly effiminate, but he was not so; he was a bold, strong, capable man. In conversation, until the last ten years of his life, he was brilliant. But, to return to the subject of his wickedness toward women. When he was in England he was greatly assisted and

befriended by a learned Professor of Oxford University, whose name I must not mention. In return for this friendship Burr ruined his wife. Six years afterward Burr obtained a position for

this Professor in a new York College,

for obvious reasons. and when they came over to this city Burr also seduced their daughter, a lovely girl of seventeen, whose eonfidence he had

[illegible] hen she was a little girl during

his trip to England. In due time, the

Professor died, and Burr became a pen-

iless outcast. Then this mother and daughter, instead of hating and spurning him, took him and supported him

during his last years by keeping a boarding house down town. This was on the well-known Keese place on Broadway just below Wall street.

Will They Wear [illegible] New York Letter. The five Hindoo actresses who have

come to appear At Daly's, and who are

now quartered in apartments across Broadway from the theater, wear their native costumes. These consist of a short waist or jacket of satin, covering the arms and shoulders, but reaching only about three quarters over the breast on each side, and leaving a strip of skin bare six feet wide from neck to belt; of a pair of loose satin trousers coming down to the calves, and of nothing else except silver rings and bangles. It is manifest, says a New York correspondeut, that a Davenport could not wear such a suit very well, because of too much of the maternal sort of fullness, and that a Hmdoo jacket on a Bernhardt would display her bare ribs too plainly. But these girls from India have just enough flesh to be smooth, The youngest is only 12 years old, yet she is a wife. Girls become women very young where she came from. They are Nautch dancens, pantomimists and singers, and to put them on a New York stage is about the most audacious risk ever taken by any manager. Some of our actreases ex-

pose their naked backs to the belt line,

but to see the fronts of female bodies down to that point is more then American audiences have been accustomed to. The question is pertinent, how

and would it accommodate but a fraction of the human beings that have lived upon its surface? Where is the localitp of the judgment to be then? Can it have a locality?" Now make the wildest conceivable estimates: Suppose that the human race has existed on this earth 100,000 years. And that the population has never from the first day been smaller than this estimate for the present time namely, 1,000,000,000. For the sake of easy calculation, instead of the esti-

mate of thirty years to a generation call it three generations to a century There will then appear to have been

3,080 generations o; 1,000,000,000 each, who, being assembled, require standing room. For a crowded meeting of men, women and children it would be ample estimate to give each two square feet of room. A square mile contains,

in round numbers, 25,000,000 square

feet, and 12,500,000 persons would stand on it. Therefore eighty square miles would hold a generation, and three thousand times that space would hold the population of a hundred thousand years. That is to say, 240,000 square miles would contain them, and, gathered in a parallelogram, they would stand in a space six hundred miles long by four hundred broad. They could be easily accommodated in one or two of our States. Dead and buried side by side, they would require only five times their standing space, or (say) 1,200,000

square miles, and the United States of America has ample wild lands, as yet unwanted and unoccupied, to give them a cemerery, If any one wishes, he may estimate how many thousand years of generations could find graves in this county without crowding each other. Whoever may imagine the population assembled in a circle, or in a vast

theater with floor above floor, each

floor diminishing the surface area of the building, It will do people of vivid

imagination good to reduce such im-

againatious to the facts of figures, and any school girl can do it. But it is just as well before leaving the subject to say that the hundred thousand years of the reverend lecturer's imagination is as wild talk as his figures. Men of uncertain faith are very fond of saying that other men have no faith. Nothing can be more absurd than what he says about the Church. The confused man who fell off a stage-coach into the mud thought the coach had upset. Mr. Murray will soon find out that the Church, whatever its denominational name, is a great deal more steady in its ancient faith than are he and others who would gladly convince outsiders that the old coach has actually gone over. "

In his lecture, as reported, he makes a sad jumble of two distinct subjects,

he age of the world and the age of the

human race on its surface. The men

who hold notions about the extreme

antiquity of the human race have

been very few, and have produced no

sensible effect on the faith of the Church or the general opinion of the world; and among what are called scientists the present difference of opinion as to the age of the human race is limited to a comparatively short period. Bunsen's theory of a date B. C. 20,000 for Egyptian origins has vanished, and Maziette Bey's date of B. C. 5,000 for Menes (or Misraim) will satisfy the views of the most extreme among recognised men of sense. The bone cave men have met with the simple rules of evidence, which apply to their supposed discoveries as they apply to all questions of fact; and it is found that they have not proved in a single instance that human bones

have been lying fifty, forty or ten centuries in these caves. The theory

The amount received during the week ending Friday, Dec. 17, ($5,988,583) was nearly balanced by tbe payments from the Assay Office, which amounted to

$5,637,900, notwithstanding the cus-

tomary but unwarranted complaint about the "red tape" in that establishment. The facilities in the offics for smelting foreign bullion have been pronounced inadequate by the Superintendent of the mint, who has officially recommended improvements, that Congress has not seen fit to make. It is not the fault of the officials that a pint cup will not hold a quart, nor could advances be properly or safely made upon large and rapid importations of foreign bullion began with about $2,000,000 on Wednesday, so that they did not have full effect in the bank statement, on account of the foolish statement of reporting "averages." The reserves were doubtless

lower at the end of the week than the

statement indicates. The Treasury re-

ported balances only $l,584,647 less on

Friday, after the bulk of the payments

on account of foreign gold had been

made, than on the Friday previous, be-

cause the receipts on other accounts had greatly exceeded the expend-

itures. Yet it is said that very little

bullion came back from the Mint in the form of coin, while the Assistant Treasurer also paid out $919,800 for bonds, purchased during the week. On Saturday, however, the Treasury lost on balance about $1,700,000, which is additional evidence that the bank re-

serves are larger than their statement indicated. The rate of exchange is more favorable at Chicago, but does not yet give signs of any considerable movement of any money this way. The Bank of England did not advance its rate of discount again last week, and though some large withdrawals of specie for this country were reported, the loss of reserve was only $76,000 The amount of specie held is now only $124,683,000. The Bank of Germany gained once more in specie, and now hold $137,165,000, of which about one-third is gold. The Bank of France lost very little, and that in silver, and now holds about $108,533,000 in gold, though the amount in tne central reserve, according to latest mail reports, was only $37,332,768. The

movement of gold in this direction has

not stopped, for more was shipped on Saturday; nor can it cease while heavy foreign purchases of American securities continue to depress exchange. The speculative movement abroad, if it does no other good, at least helps to supply this country with all the gold it needs. But for that aid, the condition of foreign trade would hardly warrant an expectation of continued imports of specie. The exports of grain have greatly declined, and prices abroad are falling, in part because lower estimates are now made of the requirements of England, France and Germany, and in part because the movement from the Black sea has been larger than was expected, though most of the wheat comes from the Dauphan Principalities. It is now thought that France will not require from abroad more than 42,000,000 bushels of wheat, of which 18,972,035 bushels were im-

TEARS.

JAMES W. RILEY.

I put the poem by -- someway My eyes are not themselves to-day! A sudden glamour o'er my sight -- A something vague indefinite -- An oft-recurring blur that blinds The printed meaning of the lines, And leaves the mind all suddenly in utter darkness -- strange to me! It is not childishness, I guess Yet something of the tenderness That used to wet my lashes when A boy, seems troubling me again; -- The old emotion, sweet and wild, That drove me truant when a child, That I might hide the tears that fell Above the lesson-- "Little Nell." And so it is I put aside The poem I have vainly tried To follow; and as one who sighs In failure through a poor disguise Of smiles, I dry my tears and say My eyes are not themselves today!

COLORED STARS AND ANGELS

A Behind-the-Scenes Review of Ce-

lestial Phenomena which are to Shine in Uncle Tom's Cabin.

ported by November l, and at the

principal ports 8,300,000 bushels more during the four weeks ending November 26. Thus more than half the entire French demand for the year had been supplied last month. The imports into Great Britain up to November 27 were about 7,300,000 bushels less than for the corresponding part of the previous crop year. Exports of corn increase, apparently to some extent to the exclusion of wheat. In petroleum

and some other products, the export

movement has recently been comparatively small.

New York World.

"Git dat side, Miss Striker, come yer

Lyddy, an' let all fo' sipranos git togedder," said a fawn-colored damsel

with a beaver hat on the stage of

Booth's Theatre Tuesday afternoon; "an' den as Mr. Mo'ton says we'el commence wid 'Roll, Jordin. Roll." The maidens thus addressed quickly formed around the speaker with several more sopranos and a host of altos, contraltos, tenors, baritones, and bassos of varying profoundity. The

singers were of all shades of colors and of all sizes and ages, from the old

"aunty" with a bandanna around her

her head to the picaninny with worsted

hair.

"Lordy, lordy, I havn't seed you

since we lef Hamborg," said vivacious octoroon of thirty as she very affected-

ly embraced a still darker damsel beneath a Derby with a red feather. "Dat's Miss Camie Tomas, one of de finis sipranno singers in de worl, Georgy Allin, de one dey call de cullurd nytingale, ain a marker to her," said a coal black man, whose short body stood over a pair of huge feet set at an angle of forty-five degrees to it. "Did you see that Miss Taylor dat sung at de Equarium las' summer, dat dey call de American cantantrise, she knocks de socks clean off her. Dat gemman (pointing to a tan-colored youth) is Mr. Finnandi her husband. I'se Mister Mose Richards. I plays in de plantashun scene an' in de whistlin' solo. I'se bin a whistlin' now gwine on six year." At this point the assembled one hundred and fifty singers struck up: "Bull frog dressed in soger clothes Gwine down de hill to shoot some crows. Wait till I git on my golden shoes An' go 'bout de streets an' prance wid de news."

HOUSEHOLD NOTES.

much will fashion stand? Daly's is a fashionable theater and probably "our best society" will go see the Nautch girls? If so, it is not an insult to ask if we are to have the Nautch jackets off the stage. All this is a matter of usage, and I really wouldn't be surprised at anything. Therefore I look for the debut of these East Indian actresses

with some degree of confidence.

"O, you can't expect American wo-

men to be so shockingly immodest,"

said a leading designer to whom I

broached rhe subject, "but I'll tell you what I'll do, and I'll bet it will take like wildfire: I'll put into the market a modified Nautch jacket, which shall merely simulate an exposure. That is, I will make a jacket list like tbe original, which not only leaves the bosom bare, but also a section of the waist all the way round --- between the belt

and the much abbreviated vest; but in place of the exposed surface I

will put in delicate colored silk. That

will be suggestive, don't you see, and

at the same time decent. The style will have a run, be assured, for fashionables delight in gamboling along very close to the safe side between modesty and immodesty."

that the Mississippi had been 40,000

years depositing drift over human bones found in the deposit, disappeared in the mist when Humphreys and Abbott, United State Engineer officers on duty, having no theory to sustain, accurately observed and satisfactorily determined that the entire Delta, of the Mississipi has required only 4,000 years for its total deposit. It is no longer a question of religion against science, but a case in which common sense and a knowledge of the laws of evidence are demanding something more than assertion without proof, asking for facts in distinction from theory. On the whole, it has become the fashion to laugh a little at the fantastic theories of science so falselycalled. Mean time none of these theories have produced any sensible effect upon the church or its teachings. There are

just as many good people and just as

many great intellectual people as ever who still believe and teach that the human race is about six Thousand years old, and that a deluge has once reduced its population to next to nothing. Faith in the old record of Moses is so prevalent that there are so many millions of educated and reasonable people holding it that it is really worth the while of boys and girls, and perhaps of some adults, to apply arithmetic to the facts as accepted by these good people of old and modern times. Thus in 6,000 years thare are 180 generations, and as we know something by historic evidence of the sparse populations of former times in some parts of the world, and must make allow ance for the deluge (which all nations believe to have occurred, we shall be more than safe in estimating one-half the present population as the average in all past generations. Then one

hundred and eighty

generations each

GABRIEL'S TRUMPET.

Here his food and very medicine were paid for by the two women on wbom

he had inflicted mortal injury fifteen years before. He had no sense of shame or of gratitude. He was almost universally hated during his last years, and was really an object of pity. I remember being on [illegible] steamboat one night, and seeing a crouching form on deck, I went out, and there was Burr in the cold. I asked

him why he did not go in -- He said he was not very cold but we went in to-

The Generations of Man on the Day of Judgment --- How Many Will Respond to the Last Call --- The World's Population --- The Space Their Graves would Occupy. New York Journal of Commerce. Figures do not lie. It is a great pity that so many men talk at random in books, reviews and public lecturers when they should learn wisdom from school boy's arithmetic. A lecture in Music Hall, Boston, on a recent Sunday evening --- the Rev. Mr. Murray -- is

reported as dealing in glittering generalities of figures to disprove the theory of a final judgment of all men, and it would appear that his audience accepted his arithmetic as solid truth. We have nothing to do with his theories of the judgment, but there ought to be a judgment and condemnation in Boston

of any man who delivers such trash to

of 500,000,000 give us 90,000,000,000 for the whole human race. Graves of ten

square feet for each would be easily found in each of quite a number of the States in the Union, and this assembly of all the generations of mankind would stand in a circle around Mount Blanc, Mount Washington or Mount Sinai, so near that every eye could see the summit fifty miles distant. Gold Flowing In. New York Tribune. The close of the year approaches with heavy imports of gold, due rather to unchecked purchases; of American securities by foreigners than to large exports of merchandise In consequence the money market has been much relieved, and the banks report reserves above the legal requirements. It is

generally expected that the Secretary of the Treasury may begin the payment of interest next week, and the other disbursements to be made at the beginning of the year are now so near at hand and so large that there is no longer observed any apprehension of any serious stringency in the money market. Perhaps there is a little too much confidence, for the payment of interest has really but little immediate

effect in money market, while funds.

which have been accumulated by many institutions and companies for January payments, though now in the market and largely loaned, will have to be withdrawn before the year ends. As the recent stringency was to some extent enhanced by the operations of large lenders, so the exceeding ease is in some degree due to artificial causes, and the available surplus is still so small that a sharp pressure could easily be produced this week or next. If left to itself, without special influence from nterested parties either way, the money market would probably work

pretty closely to the end of the year. If there should be any increased activ-

CREAM SHERBET. Put the yolks of six eggs and a desertspoonful of vanilla

into two quarts of cream. Place on the fire in a stew-pan and let it come to a boil, then strain. Add three-fourths of a pound of loaf sugar and stir until dissolved. When cold set on ice, or freeze as ice-cream. RELIEF FOR BURNING FEET. ---To relieve burning feet, first discard tight boots. Take one pint of bran and one ounce of bicarbonate of soda, put in a foot-bath, add one gallon of hot water; when cool enough soak your feet in this mixture for fifteen minutes. The relief is instantaneous. This must be repeated every night for a week or perhaps more. The bran and bicarbonate should be made fresh after a

week's use. Bicarbonate of soda can

be bought for a small price per pound

from wholesale druggists. The burn-

ing sensation is produced by the pores of the skin being closed, so that the feet do not perspire. BEEF TEA WITHOUT HEAT. ---Take one third of a pound of fresh beef, mutton, ponltry or game, minced very fine; place it in fourteen ounces of soft cold water, to which has been added a pinch or about eighteen grains, of table salt, and three or four drops of muriatic acid; stir all with a wooden spoon, and set it aside for one hour, stirring it occasionally; then strain it through a gauze or sieve, and wash the residue left on the sieve by means of

five additional ounces of cold soft water, pressing it so that all the soluble matter will be removed from the residue: mix the two strainings, and the extract is ready for use. It should be drank freely every two or three hours. CHOCOLATE WHIP. ---Take one ounce of cocoa paste, or the same quantity of sweet chocolate scraped fine, and add to it one quart of rich cream and half a pound of pulverized sugar. Place on the fire and bring to the boiling point, stirring constantly with a whisk; then remove it, and when it is thoroughly cold add to it the whites of four eggs, and whip briskly, and remove the froth as it foams with a perforated skimmer, and lay it on a hair seive to drain. When you have a sufficiant quantity of whip, fill your glasses or cups three-fourths full of the cream and and pile the whip on top of them; sprinkle a little vanilla sugar or powdered cinnamon on the whip and serve. Another method tor chocolate whip: Dissolve two ounces of cocoa paste, on a moderate fire, in half a tumbler of boiling water, and when cold add it to one quart of cream, together with six ounces of powdered sugar. Whip and finish as above.

Mister Mose Richards puckered up his hippopotamus-like lips as if to

whistle, but changing his mind, con-

tinued: "I use to cook an' wait fo' I went to whistlin'. When I couldn't wait I cooked, and when I couldn't cook I waited. I'se been waitin' now fo' dis job fo' some time, an' I doen want to git cooked on it," at which several other of the Uncle Tom's Cabin Company laughed boisterously. "Dat's Mister Peterson, de only 'riginal jaw-bone player in de world," continued Mr. Richards, pointing to a man with a bundle under his arm which contained something resembling Samson's weapons of war. He calls himself Jawbone Jawge, from [illegible] ville. Oh, we's got some nice folks, but here comes de preacher." A short, thick-set, stately man approached with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose. "Doctor Simpson,dis is a gemman from the Worl'," said Mose. The reporter inquired if it was true that he was a preacher. "Oh, yes, sah," he replied with great dignity, I'se been a Baptis' mishinary in Brooklyn. I'se been dar fo-teen years. Dey's a mighty bad set, an' dar sousls is jes small as the mishinary fund. I cum from ole Vi'ginny," he continued in answer to a question from the reporter, "an I'se got to do dis to meliorate my own condishun an' dat ob de cullered people, so dat when I heerd! dat Henry Ward Beeeher had got up

dis play I jist concluded dat none ob dem Methodis' mish'naries shood git

rwheet to live." The tone of voice in

which these remarks were made and

the somewhat discordant laughter that

accompanied them seemed to have a

terrifying effect upon one or two of the

most shabbily-dressed girls, who, forgetting their desire to become angels.

seemed to think only of getting back

to the street. The Commodore, however, quickly brought things to a busi-

ness basis by requesting the young

women to form a line for the registry of their names and addresses. Of the ninety-seven applicants, at least about twenty were forty years of

age. At the end of one hour the Commodore had received the names of all and had promised them individually a notification the next day by postal card as to their respective chances of becoming angels. When the door closed upon the last applicant he looked 'nquiringly up to Mr. Morton and said: "How many?" "Sixteen," replied Mr. Morton. "Humph," said the Commodore, "you're very fastidious. I checked off two dozen, any one of whom I'll back to make as pretty an angel as you'll find this side of the north star." Yesterday there was to have been a 'rehearsal" for the bloodhounds which, in connection with the colored people and the angels, are to take part in the forthcoming play. The afternoon was; however, so thoroughly filled up with other things that the dogs were not

given a chance.

Stories for Children.

Philadelphia Times.

A man who lives in Portsmouth.

New Hampshire, was rowing down

through the Portsmouth Narrows in a small boat, one evening about two weeks ago, when his attention was attracted to a pair of night herons which

were standing upon a large rock near

the waters edge. The discharge of a

gun by a man concealed among the

bushes on the river's bank was heard

and the birds took to their wings, uttering cries of distress as they flew. When nearly an eighth of a mile off one of them was seen to falter and soon fell into the river. As his boat drew near the man perceived that the bird was wounded and was swimming confidently toward him. He extended one of his oars and the bird seized it with his sharp claws and suffered himself to be lifted out of the water. Upon examination the man found that the bird's right wing was broken aud that fractured bones were protruding. A linen handkerchief furnished bandages or the bleeding wing, until, upon arriving at New Castle, the wound was properly dressed by a surgeon, who admired the fortitude of his feathered patient during the painful operation. Portions of the bone had to be re-

moved, but the doctor thought it possible for the bird to live with careful nursing. Under careful treatment it soon regained its wonted health and strength, and was pronounced a perfect beauty by many ladies who called to see him. The wound healed rapidly, and the heron was allowed to go in quest of his mate as soon as he could fly. A BUTTERFLY STORY. A newspaper in Ottawa Canada, tells

the followmg butterfly story: "A few

mouths ago, while Mr. Champagne, of

Nelson street, was bringing im vegetables out of his garden, he discovered what appeared to be a green caterpillar clinging to a cucumber. He threw it away, but one of his children took it in secret and placed it in the family cloek. Some weeks afterward the insect was discovered encircled by a silken web of his own making and

one of Mr. Champagne's children inclosed it in a warm covering of wool.

Nothing of interest occurred until a few days ago, when Mrs. Champagne, who had forgotten all about the insect opened the clock to wind as uaual. As soon as the door was opened a beautiful and perfectly formed butterfly flew out and around the room, to the surprise of the lady and to the great joy of the children, who have become greatly enamored of their fairy pet."

Dogs of the Monastery," which will be

produced in this city in a few days, and in which Miss Wellesley will sustain the part of the heroine. In that drama the bloodhound traces a fugitive villain and captures him , and the St. Bernard dogs bring back his hat, belt, and other portions of his clothing, This performance was received with marked approval in the principal cities of Great Britain, in France and the

south of Europe and in Philadelphia In no case, when the terrible blood-

hound plunged upon his prey has he

been known to sink his fangs beyond the clothing of the fugitive. The St. Bernard dog Caesar is a beautiful specimen. He is lion-colored,

quite dark at the head, and growing gradually lighter toward the tail. He is two years old, measures six feet from tip to tip, stands thirty inches in

height, and weighs 140 pounds. His companion dog Sultan is said to be the finest St. Bernard in the world. He is

but twenty months old, and measures

seven feet in length, stands thirtyeight inches in height, and weighs 160

pounds. He is of light fawn color. and

is perfectly docile.

The old species of St. Bernard is now

almost extinct, and the dogs known under that appellation are in reality a

mixture of the St. Bernard and New-

foundland dog, improved also with the

large wolfhound of the Pyrenees. They are the largest of tbe long-haired race. With their great size is also united great beauty and swiftness, and they are admitted by the best authorities to be the finest breed of dogs known. These dogs are used in the Hospice of St. Bernard to succor travelers on the mountains, several specimens having been presented to the community by Baron Essig, the

gentleman who, for the past forty years, has been engaged in improving the breed. In many places these dogs are known not as St. Bernard, but as Leonberg dogs. Whether Sultan or Caesar are St.

Bernards or Leonbergs, it is certain

that they are two of the finest animals of the kind ever seen in this city, and the only ones of the species ever introduced as performing dogs.

PITH AND POINT.

A LIMEKILN CLUB GLEE.

We sing ob de big wheat crop, Of oa's an' barley an' rye.

Of de fields of corn dat kiver de land, An' de hay stacks up to de sky. Chorus -- Tune up your fiddles, Play de banjo strong; Brush de whitewash lively For we'll all git 'long. We sing of de cotton blossoms,

An' de heaps of sugar-cane; Of de pork an' ham an' taters Dat's comin' to see us again.

Dar's plenty fur all to eat,

Wid sunthin to send away An' so we won't worry 'bout gittin' along, When winter comes howlin' dis way. --- Detroit Free Press. The divorce lawyer's favorite fruit --- A tart pair. A street-car driver may consider himself a railroad horse director.

Garfield sweeps the snow from his own-stoop. Useful man, that. The Chicago women dress ao much like men that they are allowed to hang on the strap of street cars without recognition. Garfield will make a tour of the different canals next season. Hays is good for one more year of Agricultural Fairs. An exchange says: "Streams all over the country are running dry;" That is a canard, When a stream is dry it can't run. Although very early this season it has already been discovered that during the present winter ice will, as usual, freeze with the slippery up.

Ingersoll met Garfield at the railroad depot at Washington, the other evening. "Hello, Bob," said the President

elect, oblivious to the fact that Robert doesnt believe in the first syllable. What a relief it is to turn from the political editorial to the calm, dignified statements to be found in the local notices of patent medicines. There is

no lying in patent medicine advertise-

Let It Dry. Mr. Spurgeon once went to preach in a church a little outside of London. The day was wet and muddy, and the pants of Mr. Spurgeon were plentifully covered with dirt. A good deacon in the vestry said : "Brother Spurgeon, let me get a brush, and take off some of that mud; you can't go into the pulpit in that state." "Don't be foolish, deacon," said Mr. Spurgeon, in his usual good-humored way. Don't you see the mud is wet, and if you try to brush it off now, you will rub the stain into the cloth? Let

it dry; and then it will come off easy enough and leave no mark." There is an admirable hint here for every one. When evil spoken against, as we may be for the sake of truth, and men throw mud at us, don't be in a hurry about brushing it off. Too great eagerness in this respect is apt to rub the stain into the cloth. Let it dry ; and then, by an d by, if need be, it can be removed by a little effort. If there is a little trouble, don't foster it by haste and hurry in doing something. Let it alone; let it dry; and it will become more easily settled than you

think

TABLE GOSSIP.

an audience having ordinary common school education. He is reported to

have spoken thus : "Now the population of the earth is

1,000,000,000 and a generation dies every

thirty years, then 1,000,000,000 of hu-

man beings go out of the world and 1,-

000,000,000 come in. Forty years ago

the Church taught that the world was 6,000 years old. She doesn't to-day pretend to guess within 100,000 years

ity in speculation, the supply of loan- able funds might at any time prove inadequate. Hence the market is 1ikely to remain, for the next two years or

longer, quite within the control of a few large operators.

Plush is becoming very scarce, and certain colors, like plum, are almost impossible to get. The new ulsters, with bright, plushlined hoods, are extremely pretty for fresh, young girls. The young unmarried men in the West of Ireland are now pledging themselves by the hundred, at public meetings, never to marry land-grab-bers' daughters. It has been settled at last that at the battle of Gravelotte, Mr. Murat Halstead, editor of the Cincinnati Commercial, did not carry a flask. He had only a telescope. Is science or temperance the gainer by the information?

The foreign importations of specie

have not produced the effect upon the money market or the bank reserves which was commonly expected.

The English baby stare, which is the correct thing for well-bred young laidies in England, is done by opening the eyes as wide as possible, without raising the brows, and, slightly turning the corners of the mouth up, saying "mouse" five or six times gives the right position of ihe lips.

The shock of the recent earthquake in Scotland was very distinctly felt at Inverary, Oban, Callender, Bute, Stornoway, and Sandwich. In several places houses were much shaken, plaster fell from the ceilings, and the bells were rung. Considerable alarm was felt by ihe inhabitants. The shock lasted only a few seconds.

ahed o' me." While the performers

were engaged in singing, "Away down Souf whar I was born 1 picked the cotton an' I hoed de corn," the reporter interviewed Mr. Jawe W. Johnson, who had been to Europe. He said: "Dem Germans got terrible bass voices, but Al Davis knocken 'em. He could sing down to B flat. I couldn't get down dat low to save my life, but I'se got down pooty low in my life. As the chorus were singing the affecting lines---"Way down de roadside not far off Bull frog died wid de hoopin' cough," Commodore Tookor and Mr. W. H. Morton, the manager, approached and informed the reporter that the troupe of singers, banjoists, tambourinists, bone-players, etc., in Uncle Tom's

Cabin," would number over 175 people.

This happened on Tuesday. On Wednesday ninetyseven young women of all sizes, from what Commodore Tooker calls "dumpty ducks" to those whom, in speaking professioually and with an eye to stage effects, he characterizes as "stately Venuses' called at Booth's Theater in response to a delicate demand by the Commodore for "spirituelle" girls, "having pretty, but sedate faces that can be kept in sad repose." They were wanted, the advertisement explained, "too appear as angels in the apotheosis or glimpse of

"Beulah Land," which is to wind up "Uncle Tom's Cabin." The little business office to which they were shown,

although entirely destitute of furniture, was not large enough to accommodate more than one-half of the young womeu who were undismayed by these somewhat exacting requirements. Such as were not able to get into the room, huddled together in faded shawls and thread-bare cloaks on the landing at the head of the stairs. "Do you want to be an angel, Minnie?" asked the Commodore with one of his sweetest smiles, addressing a young woman who had pushed her way up to his desk and stood hands crowded into a very small muff and elbows tilted up, gazing at a huge colored poster of "Uncle Tom" and "Little Eva." "Well, if you please," replied Minnie, still keeping her eyes on the illuminated face of the good little

girl in the picture, "I should like to be." "Have you ever been one?" inquired the Commodore. "No, sir, but I've been a fairy, and I can stand on one leg as still as nothing for three minutes, and I've good eyes for the light, and, please, sir, I've got a sick mother and a"-- "Be

an angel, Minnie, by all means," said Mr. Morton, the manager, jotting down the young woman's address in a note-book and promising to send her a postal card the next day. The success of the first applicant inspired the remainder with unbounded confidence. They pressed forward in a body, those in the hall struggling desperately to get into the office and those in the office elbowing and crowding one another mercilessly. The Commodore was, however, quite equal to the emergency. "Ladies," said he. "in along and varied experience with angels I have observed that they invariably remain quiet until spoken to." "Oh, you're joking," said a young woman in the back of the room, and another murmured that he was "too

A Strange Story. Vienna Letter to the London Globe. In the Mavergasse lives a very pretty seamstress, Caroline W. Last week a gentleman met her on the stairs as she was about to take an evening stroll. His looks were wild and anxious, and he shivered, while the sweat stood on his brow. He complained of cold and thirst, got Fraulien W. to light a fire, and sent for some wine, poured himself out a glass, aud just as he was raising it to his lips dropped down dead. "Who is he? What is he?

What do you know of him?" asked the police of the girl, and all she could answer was, "Nothing --absolutely nothing." In his pockets were found a few florins, but no card, no letter, which could serve as a means of identification. The post-mortem examination revealed extensive heart disease as the immediate cause of death. There was nothing for it but to send the body to the Morgue; although by the dress of the deceased he was evidently a person of moans. Here the body lay three days, and from here

world assuredly have gone per "No. O" to the cemetery and have remained forever unrecognized, had not Mr. William Hunning, First Secretary of the American Consul-General accompanied by a friend, come and asked to see the occupants of the death chamber. The two gentlemen passed down the row of silent sleepers till they came to where lay the body of the man whose sudden death has just been described. "Good God!" shouted Mr. Hunning "there is Eugene T. Bell!" "Two witnesses are required to identify a body" said the Warder, and, as Mr. Hunning's friend had not been personally aquainted with the deceased, Mr. Weaver, the American Consul at Vienna, was fetched in all haste, and [illegible] too, at once recognized in the deceased the remains of his colleague, Mr. Bell, the American Consul General in Pesth. A mere chance led to the identification of a body which would otherwise have been buried a few hours later in a nameless and silent grave. The fate of Mr. Bell would then have remained forever one of those mysteries of which any one's experience can furnish numerous instances. Marie Wollesley's Dogs. New York Star. "Come right in sir; they're the most gentle creatures in the world." The words were spoken in assuring tones by Miss Marie Wollesley, as she welcomed the Star reporter yesterday to her apartments in the St. Charles Hotel. She was surrounded by three great, ferocious-looking dogs, which bore a stronger resemblance to the wild beasts of the jungle than to the gentle creatures they were represented to be. It was discovered however,

that on establishing a certain amount of familiarity with the [illegible], they consented, after full, low rumbling growls, to stretch forth the paw, which among dogs is the sign of peace. Miss Wellesley, who is a remarkably bright young woman, told the story of the dogs. Two of them were St. Bernard dogs, the third a large black

Siberian bloodhound. This animal,

which answers to the name of Sambo is two and a half years old, six and a half feet in length, thirty-four inches high, and weighs 135 pounds. He is noted for his intelligence; docility and gentility, combined with a ferocious appearance. In no other respect is he

remarkable except that he is highly

trained. The two St. Bernard dogs are wonders. They are tbe only animals of the species now in theUnitcd States, and both were imported from the Hospice of Mount St. Bernard in Switzerland,

as papers in the ands of Mr. W. B.

Stirling, their trainer, fully prove, The animals have had special training in a

play known as [illegible] or the

now. Time has a wonderful

power in such matters: and it is sur-

prising how many things in this world would be far better arranged, and how many difficulties easily gotten over, by judiciously letting them dry. A Delicate Heat Measurer. Professor Dufour, of Paris, has described a small thermometric apparatus of extreme sensitiveness; It consists of a heat tube carrying at one end a bulb which is coated externally with

lampblack. The middle of the tube is

filled with mercury, and is supported by arms pivoted on a steel knife blade. Just above the pivot is fixed an index needle, which moves across a graduated arc. Beneath the pivot hangs a

rod, to which is attached by friction a

small weight that serves to balance tne needle so as to make it point to zero on the arc. When the temperature rises, be it ever so slightly, the heat being absorbed by the lampblack dilate the air in the bulb, and drives the mercury forward. The centres of gravity of the apparatus being displaced, the needle will immediately turn to the right. If, on the contrary, the temperature decreases, the needle will bend to the left. To prevent the instrument from tipping over on a sudden and considerable increase of temperature, two small pins are placed at points beneath the tube. Hooks near the bulb serve to hold substances whose diathermic powers it is desired to ascertain. The

heat source is introduced through an aperture in a plate.

ments.

"Your opponent was a bright speaker," said the citizen to the candi-

date who had not been elected by 2,[illegible]

majority. "Yes'' was the sad reply,

"very bright. He cast reflections upon me all through the campaign." A boyish novice in smoking turned deadly pale and threw away his cigar. 8aid he: "Thar's somethin' in that air cigar that's made me sick." "I know what it is." said his companion, pulling away. "What?" 'Tobacker" "Doctor, my daughter seems to be going blind, and she is just getting ready for her wedding too! Oh, dear me, what is to be done?" "Let her go right on with her wedding, madame; by all means. If anything can open her eyes marriage will." There was a fight imminent between two boys on Elm street Monday evening. One of them darkly hinted that he was bigger than the other. The smaller, who was the son of a deacon, defiantly retorted: "1 don't care if you are as big as a church debt, you can't scare me." ---Danbury News.

Some philanthropist sent a bible to

a Milwaukee editor in hopes of doing

some good and he thought it was a

new publication and wrote up a review.

of it in which he said the production was a failure. If it was intended for a novel it lacked plot and if for a history it was full of improbable incidents. He couldn't recommend it.---Boston

through

Lady Physicians. From Charles Reade's "A Womau Hater.' I say that to open the study and practice of medicine to women-folk, under the infallible safeguard of a staff public examination, will be to rise in respect for human rights to the level of European nations, who do not brag about just freedom half as loud as we do, and to respect the constitutional rights of many million citizens, who all pay the taxes like men, and, by the contract with the State implied in that payment, buy the clear human right they have yet to go down on their knees for. But it will also import into medical science a new less theoretical, but cautious, teachable, observant

kind of intellect; it will give the larger

Transcript.

"Oh, dear!" exclaimed a young lady entering a public hall the other eve-

ning, "what [illegible] odor of corbu- retted hydrogen? "Mum?" said the"

janitor, with a puzzled countenance. "The smell of the carburetted hydrogen," she explained. [illegeible] [illegible], mum," replied the janitor, "that's garss; the pipes is leaky, mum.

--- Boston Transcript. Consolation --- Mrs. Ponsonby de Tompkyns: "And so you stopped a week at the Duke of Stilton's? Who was there?" Gorgins Midas, Esq. Jr.

'Oh a precious rum lot! Why, there was an actor, by Jingo, and a scientific chap, and an artist feller, and what is his name the fiddler, you know, who

writes oratories and things and a deal

more fuss made about them than about yours, truly I can tell you!" Mrs. Ponsonby de Tompkyns: "Ah, clever and amusing people, and all that; but,

you must remember that if one of them

were to propose for a daughter of the house, ee'd simply be turned out of it

for his impudence whereas, you've

only got to throw the handkerchief." Which, to do Mrs. P. de T. justice, is nothing more than the truth, ---Punch.

An Old Story Retold. Detroit Free Press. You may possibly remember something of the terrible scare that Adelaide Nelson's first husband, Lee, got at the Grammercy Park hotel dinner to which he was invited by Wm. J. Florenec, E. A. Southernm Dan Bryant, and some other practical jokers. Lee had heard a good deal about the rough ways of people of America and his

head was full of extravagant notions on the subject. He had come to New

York expecting to see bears running loose in Central Park and be able to shoot buffalos in Harlem. The jokers wanted to "take a rise" out of him and arranged how they should do. When the party sat down to dinner, every

man except Lee laid a revolver at one

side of his plate and bowie knife at the other. It seemed to be done as a matter of course, and it made Lee rather uneasy at the start. But the

party soon fell into pleasant conversa- tion and after a while the English- man's nerves became steadier, though his appetite did not appear to be good. There was plenty of wine of course, and all partook of it freely, though each [illegible] was careful not to take too

half of the nation an honorable ambition and an honorable pursuit towhich their hearts and instincts are bent by nature herself; it will tend to elevate this whole sex, and its young children, male as well as female, and so will advance the civilization of the

world, which in ages past, in our own

day, and in all time, hath and doth and will keep step exactly with the progress of women toward mental

equality with men.

Husbands and Wives. John Ploughman. A good husband makes a good wife. Some men can neither do without wives nor with them; they are wretched alone in what is called single blessedness, and they make their homes miserable when they get married: they are like Topkins' dog, which could not bear to be loose and howled when it was tied up. Happy bachelors are likely to be happy husbands and happy husbands are the happiest of men. A well matched couple carry a joyful life between them, as the two spies carry the cluster of Esheol. They are a brace of birds of Paradise. They multiply their joys by sharing them: this is fine arithmetic. The wagon of care rolls lightly along as they pull together, and when It drags a little heavily, or there's

a hitch anywhere, they love each other all the more, and so lighten the labor. The Bank of England. The Bank of England was incorporated in 1649. It covers five acres of ground and employs [illegible] clerks. There are no windows on the street. Light is admitted through open courts; no mob could take the Bank, therefore, without cannon to batter the wall. The clock in the center of the Bank has fifty dials attached to it.. Large cisterns are sunk in the court, and engines in perfect order are always in readiness in case of fire.

"Better Stay ot Home" Signor Palmondo-Terrana, of Sicily, was captured by brigands, and released on the payment of a ransom of eight thousand lire, some time ago. Venturing on the highway again; he was recently recaptured, and now has the alternative of surrendering his head, or sixty-five thousand lire more.

much.

When dinner was nearly over the, convcrsation became more lively. By and by it grew warm. In a little while more it was hot. Then the fun began. The jokers fell to quarrelling furiously. Every man was on his feet while revolvers were flourished and the dishes

rattled on the table. Indian war whoops rang through the room and the entire party except Lee was evidently bent on wholesale slaughter. Poor Lee trembled in his shoes. There

was no telling that he may be scalped the next moment. One of the actors opened the door and then danced back to resume his part in the melee. Lee saw his chance. He fled through the open door like a deer, and did not wait in the hall for his hat. When he afterward told of his narrow escape.

from murder by a lot of savages, he

really believed that the desperate row

he had run away from was real. He

TO MAKE VINEGAR --- First, boil

either corn, wheat, barley or rye, about one pint of the grain to a gallon of water, strain, and to the liquid thus obtained add syrup or sugar until pleasantly sweet. Let stand in a warm place and you will soon have good vinegar. The stronger and sweeter the liquor the stronger will be the vinegar

and the longer in making. Second pack in a jar the skins and cores of apples made in preparing pies and sauce, and cover with boiling water. When another lot is made, add them and more hot water till the jar is full In the warm weather set the jar in the sun, carefully covered with a cloth;

in cool weather in a warm place in the

house. The apples [illegible] In six or eight weeks the water is

turned into excellant vinegar and of

an amber color. No yeast, nor spirits, nor acids, nor so sugar, nor molasses are

never forgave the festive rioters for the

trick they had played him. It was a

beastly thing to do, you know," He

said; and he could not see the humor

of it at all.

needed --- nothing whatever but the

skins and cores and water.