Bloomington Telephone, Volume 8, Number 39, Bloomington, Monroe County, 29 November 1884 — Page 6

LOVES TRIUMPH.

Apart, their lives hftd been s savage trial: They raefc, end fad?ll 11 the clouds of tears fXhe shadow backwarc moved upon life's dial. And closed the gap of many bitter years. From out Night's loom the sabie shadow lengthened, And gloomed the gold where late the sunlight

ie 1:

Through Ii ve's street ecns'lation soothed and

srreucr r.oned.

Heart c as pa a to heart they said again, Fare

well!

He crossed alone the threshold where they

part d And in the dark held wle his puus apart. Acd called aloud so yearningly that smarted l-'uU into 1 fe the picture m his heart.

And frnprant fruity cdors floated round him,

LiteForae magician' pictim -weaving mist,

Ana wich the sum lie chains of fancy bound

Ir.ra Ker leading sJuckles on his willing wrist. He t it the clasp of rms and plaited tinners.

7'fce collar of JjOvVs knighthood, on his neck.

And bowed his heaa as oae ho, willing, lin

gers.

His going steps held by Love's chain in check.

He heaj d the hushed half-sibi!ance of kisses fcvir ah the air as with a breeze of sigh, As th nsh the d st eternity's abysses

Echoi d iiom out their depths Love's dear

replies.

Tire low-hushed whisrer of the surf of passion, From whiter throbbing billows than the

waves.

Foam-plumed, ha heard in cadence pulsings

dah on Love's shore and die to silence in its cave No note in all Love's eentle iramut missing.

A sweep of garments spired ihe perfumed

air, He heard the sound of feet and carpet kissing

And lelt Love s benedict'on on his hair.

He locked in eyes whose depths he could not

measure

Blue-gray as morning's breaking over ways.

He walked love-shod, where but to love were

pleasure Ere lost within Li e's labyrinthine maze.

A city jarred harshly on hi nearing, 'i be waking dreamer from his dreams awoke, And saw Spain the dreaded shadows neaiins That might bis life with utter blackness cloak.

Then came a thought, like sunshine darkness

chasing. That as immortal must be every act, No power that is equal to erastn? The record from the tab.et-ieaves oE fact. ILs clenched hand clove the dark in fierce defiance. '

Oh, Master Fate! come yon with shade or

shine.

While 1 on Memory's power can place reliance

This day. depite your. utmost hate, is mine! Ben IX io-wse. in the VviTant

Jt Holiday Mystery. Mr. Joseph Battledore and Mr. Samuel Newell were old friends and cronies, and what was really wonderful, their respective wives had rather cemented the intimacy by hecoming violently attached to one another. The consequence was that the two families lived -on the closest terms of friendship and good-will, and not nnfrequently went to the same holiday resort for the sum mer vacation. This year they took adjoining houses at Eastbourne, and, according to custom, Mr. Battledore and Mr. Newell remained in town on the plea of business, running down to the seaside from Saturday to Monday, and occasionally-staying for a few days at a time. The fact was that these old gentlemen were making business an excuse for a little mild dissipation in the absence of their excellent helpmates. The ladies naturallyviewed the arrangement with some uneasiness, and each had an uncomfortable suspicion that the other's husband might lead her spouse away. But nothing ever transpired of the old gentlemen's proceedings which was calculated to disturb domestic hrvrmony, though they were both subjected to a rigorous and search

ing cross-examination during their periodical visits to their families at the expiration of each week spent in town. Mr. Battledore and Sam Newell for it would be affectation to speak of him fis Mr. Samuel Newell, since everybody calls, him Sam, thongh he was well past 60 were seated after dinner enjoying their wine one Monday evening, having returned from Eastbourne in the morning, when Mr. Battledore remarked: Tm not sure they haven't got the best erf it down there," nodding vaguely over his shoulder in the direction of Eastbourne. "It is rare holiday weather much too hot for. town." "Precious slow at the seaside," rejoined the other aa he sniffed at his clarets Well, yes; certainly," acquiesced Mr. Battledore. "Jolly in Paris, though, I expect," suggested Sam, insidiously. "Hotl" ejaculated Mr. Battledore, with an abstracted air. "Pooh ! It was hotter than this when we went together three years ago, and yet we contrived to enjoy ourselves." Mr. Battledore coughed uneasily, and helped himself to wine. The occasion referred to called forth mingled reflections. He and Sam Newell had crossed the channel for a short trip, with the full consent and approbation of their wives, and had what the Americans call "a high ol'd time." But after their return Sam Newell, through undue appreciation of his own claret, bad suffered himself to be beguiled into making unguarded admissions of rather an awkwark nature, which he endeavored, with only partial success, to explain away the next morning. The wives accordingly laid their heads together, and, though no unpleasantness ensued, it waa tacitly understood that an edict had gone forth which effectually banished from the breasts of the delinquents the smallest hope of ever being again allowed to visit the continent without an escort. VI feel very much inclined to run across," said Sam Newell, tentatively. "I could not get away," returned Mr. Battledore.

"Oh, business, of course, answered Mr. Battledore. wWent do, Joey. Don't come the humbug over me," said Sam, with a wink. Mr. Battledore frowned slightly, and then suffered his features to relax into a 6mile. He was rather a pompous and dignified old gentleman, but he knew from experience that it was no use being pretentious with Sam. "My wife wouldn't bear of it; I'm sure yours won't either' he said after a pause. "Why should she ?" opked Sam, with another wink. "Eh," exclaimed Mr. Battledore, starting, "Let us go and saynothing about it. We could start to-morrow morning and r.ome back Friday night in time to go

to Eastbourne as usual. We should get three clear days over there. Mr. Battledore ltned back in his chair, fairly amazAi by this audacious proposal. Had he been staying at home the suggestion would have appeared impracticable on the face of it, but he had been fortunate enough to let his house, and ior the time was Sam's honored guest. Now, Sam's household was devoted to their master, who did not disdain to bribe them to hold their tongues about his abnormally late hours when his wife was absent. Sam might therefore, safely leave for a week without fear of being betrayed, and this circumstance removed a great danger. There would be no difficulty as regarded his office, for Mr. Battledore hud an easy' and accommodating partner, who could be safely trusted to keep his secret. There remained only conscientious scruples about deceiving his wife, and these, sad to relate, vanished like snow beneath a noonday sun as Sam proceeded to expatiate upon the attractions and gayeties of the French capital. The upshot was that Mr. Battledore

and Sam Newell started for Paris the

next morning, and enjoyed their brie

trip amazingly in an innocent fashion

enough no doubt. They returned to

London on the Saturday morning, as

arranged, and were relieved to find that

no communication awaited cither o

them from their respective wives. In

the afternoon they took their usual

train to Eastbourne, as though nothing had happened, feeling tolerably easy in their minds. Sam Newell certainly did, but then he was the more hardened sinner, being a member of the stock

exchange. Mr. Battledore's misgivings were chiefly attributable to a blister on his nose, caused by exposure to the

sun, and this troubled him a good deal,

especially as they approached their des

tination.

"What shall I say if my wife notices

it, he inquired, gazing reprehensively at himself in the polished case of his

watch.

"Oh! she won't notice it," said Sam,

in his off-hand way.

"But suppose she does," insisted Mr.

Battledore, irritably.

"Tell her you've be;n smelling a flat-

iron to cure a cold," suggested Sam.

This was all the assistance Mr, Bat

tledore received from his companion,

.and he worked himself up into quite a

nervous state lest his blistered nose

should give rise to awkward questions.

Fortunately, however, Sam's opinion turned out to be correct, for the truth

was that the disfigurement was really

very trifling. Mrs. Battledore made no comment upon her husband's appear

ance, and so entirely unsuspicious of

what had happened that she hardly re

ferred to his supposed sojourn m town.

Sam Newell s wife made no suspicious

inquiries either:. and the conspirators

took an early opportunity of secretly

congratulating one another upon their

happy escape from detection.

Somewhat toward the small hours of

night, however, Mr. Battledore was

aroused from his first doze by an omi

nous question from his wife, who in

quired, rather meaningly as he imag

ined, whether he had received a letter

from her.

"A letter! What letter?" he asked,

taken aback.

"The letter I wrote t o your office on

Tuesday," said Mrs. Battledore.

It would have been perfeotly simple,

and also perfectly true, for Mr. Battle

dore to have answered in the negative.

The next moment he bitterly repented not having done so. But some how or other, when the question was asked, he was siezed by an unreasoning panic arising from a guilty conscience, and the idea flashed across his mind that if he had said he had not received the letter, his wife would instantly suspect that he had been absent from the office. An instant's reflection would have convinced him of his foolishness of such a notion, but he replied hastily and thoughtlessly, inspired by secret uneasiness and his evil genius. "Oh 1 the letter. Oh, yes. Certainly," he said,, burying his head in the pillow again. "Well?" said his wife interrogative"What?" murmured Mr. Battledore, pretending to be dozing off again. "You ordered it, I suppose ?" "Ordered it? Eh! what! Oh! of course, of course P answered Mr. Battledor. What on earth made you write to the office ?w he added, by way of changing the conversation. "I thought it would be more convenient. You would only have to step around to the shop," replied his wife. "What the deuce does this all mean?" thought Mr. Battledore, with a groan. "I hope it will be ready in time, Joseph! Joseph!" cried his wife emphatically, as he feigned to slumber. "Will it be ready in time?" "Of course," said Mr. Battledore, shortly, trembling with apprehension. "What color did you choose, Joseph ?" demanded his persistent spouse little suspecting his mental perturbation. "Color?" murmured Mr. Battledore, faintly. "Yes;. I left that entirely to you," "I think it was a sort of bluishgreen," said Mr. Battledore with desperation. To his unutterable relief his wife appeared satisfied with this answer, or more probably she became drowsy her self at this juncture. At all events she asked no more, and Mr. Battledore was left to reflect upon the conversation. By this time he had realized that he had made a fatal mistake in pretending to have- received the letter, arid a greater mistake still in feigning to have executed some mysterious commission. He tossed about restl essly as he perceived how foolishly he walked into a dangerous trap. Should his wife now discover that he knew nothing of the letter, and had answered her at random, her suspicions of something wrong would be immediately f roused, and Mr. Battledore was haunted by a dismal foreboding that the smallest clue would lead to the discovery oi his recent escapade. He dared not anticipate the scene that would ensue when his wickedness and deceit stood revealed, for the truth was that ho was afraid of his wife, and though pompous and self-important in the world, he was pretty severely henpecked at home. However, it occurred to him that the caae was not absolutely hopeless, for

Sam might find out through Mrs. Newell what the letter was about, and by putting him on his guard enable him to avoid sinking deeper in the mire. Accordingly, next morning, having previously arranged with his friends to have an early dip into the sea, he started off before his wife was awake, and confided his trouble to his faithful companion. Sam scoffed at his fears and undertook to find out the necessary information from his wife without delay. Fortunately Mrs. Battledore made no allusion to the subject during breakfast, and on the ground of overwork at the office during the week, the friends seated themselves on the beach and threw pebbles in the glistening water which rippled musically at their feet. But to Mr. Battledore's dismay it transpired that Sam had failed in his mission. His wife pretended to know nothing about the letter, and had in her turn questioned him quite sharply about it. "She put mo in a corner by asking what you had told me about it, and why I was putting questions to her,"

said Sam, rubbing his nose m a perplexed way. "What did you say?" inquired Mr. Brattledore, breathlessly. "I said I only asked for fun. That was a little weak, wasn't it? But I don't think she twigged that I was disconcerted. She seemed more envious to know what you had let drop about the letter," said Sam. "Yes, yes," murmured Mr. Battledore. I said I had forgotten, but believed you had mentioned something about light green, turned up with blue or

some other color. Evidently Maria

did not know what to make of my

answer."

"Then she will go and speak to my

wife, who will be at me again, ' moaned

Mr. Brattledore.

"I shouldn't wonder. I sav. Joe.

what an ass you've made of yourself," said Sam, revealing a little uneasiness on his own account. "Who knows

what your stupidity may lead to. It mav turn out to be the little cloud no

bigger than a man's hand. There is no

trusting you. You would let out everything if you had a chance." Sam Newell had much more reason to be afraid of his wife than his friend had of his, but he was animated by a bolder disposition. Nevertheless he shrank from the ordeal of having to confess to the Paris trip in the face of distinct prohibition, and, in a minor degree, he began to share his friend's depression. Mr. Battledore's nerveousness gave him just cause to fear that he would betray them both on the smallest provocation, and he rather jumped at the suggestion that they should return to town that evening, instead of waiting till the morrow. "I think we had better, and then you will be out of harm's way all the sooner," ''That will put an end to the difficulty, for I shall no doubt find the letter somewhere about the office to-morrow, and can set everything right," said Mr. Battledore eagerly. Accordingly theso two dissemblers shirked their families as much as possibl all day, and then created consder-

able surprise and consternation by un

expectedly announcing their intended

departure by an early evening train.

Business was as usual, the excuse put forward and after an uncomfortable

afternoon they started back to town,

consoled by the reflection that the danger was happily over.

On the following evening, however,

Mr. Battledore greeted his friend with

a very rueful countenance.

"The letter is not to be found any

where. Those idiots at the office must

have mislaid it."

"Or else it miscarried," suggested

Sam, with an exasperated grin. Biit I said I recei6d it! Now, what am I to do? Wh at is it I'm supposed to

have ordered. It might be anything from wall-paper or curtains to a pair of gloves or a drawing-room sofa," ex

claimed Mr. Battledore quite tragically.

"It is certainly awkward, but if I

were you jl unoum pretend to lorget ail

about the thing when next we go down.

Ten' to one your wife will then mention

what it is," said Sam in his confident way.

Poor Mr. Battledore plucked up

heart a little at his suggestion, but he

continued to grow more and more uneasy, especially after receiving a post

card from his wife a day or two later, enjoining him to remember her commission and to bring it down with him on Saturday without fail, the last two

words being liberally underscored.

"How can I pretend I've forgotten it

after that?" said Mr. Battledore, peev

ishly, as he threw the post-card -on the table.

"You will have to. It's the only

chance," said Sam, looking quite seri

ous.

"Why couldn't she have mentioned

the article instead of saying it?" exclaimed Mr. battledore, tearing the card viciously into small pieces. ,

"I'll tell you what, old fellow, I shall

take Mrs. IN. a bracelet or something

when we go down on Saturday," said

Sam thoughtfully. If there shall be a

row it won't do any harm, and it may enable me to assist you to ascertain what vou wish to know."

Mr. Battledore's apprehensions reach

ed to a dangerous pitch when his friend

announced his intention of adopting

such a precaution. But a little calm reflection induced him to follow Sam's

shrewd example, and the result -was that both gentlemen had propitiatory offerings to be sacrificed on the altar of

conjugal affection.

On reaching Eastbourne they were met

by their wives in the carriage, and Mr. Battledore, at all events, felt by no means grateful for this little attention. However, he and Sam took their Beats

opposite the ladies, trying their best to look as if they had nothing on their

minds, and, above all, no guilty secret.

But before Mr. Battledore had time to

recover his self-possession, his wife

said:

' Joseph, vou remember my speaking

to you about a letter I wrote to you last

week

"Ye yes," said Mr. Battledore, winc

ing at a nudge from Sam.

Well, I never sent it at all ! Only

this morning I diacoverd it between the

leaves of my blotting book. I forgot to post it, ?" "It is of no consequence, of course," chimed in Mrs. Newell; "only you will be the loser, Sam. Mrs. Battledore wrote to her husband to buy you a cigar case on my behalf, and to have your initials engraved upon it. To-morrow, you know, is your birthday." Mr. Battledore was bv no means reassured by the.se speeches. On the contrary he realized that he was in a worse fix than over since he would be now called upon to explain what meant by sajing he ho had received the letter. A sort of sickly feeling came over him as his wife said : "By the way, Joseph, you said you had received the letter, and talked as as though you knew all about it." "And you, Sam, fiaid Mr. Battledore had mentioned the subject to you; and I was vexed at the time, as of course, it wasa secret," interposed Mrs. Newell. "The fact is," said Sam, coming gallantly to the rescue, for Mr. Battledore was at a loss to find words, "as Joosaid to me afterward, wo have been at cross purposes. We each had a secret, and we thought you had discovered ours. Joe lot out that blue was the color he had chosen. I tried to iind out how the land lay from my wife; she nearly made me betray everything by asking questions. However, I dare say neither of you guess what it is." 'No, indeed!" cried both the ladies, considerably mystitied by this incoherent explanation, and on tiptoe of excitement. "Well, here, Maria," he said, producing a bracelet, like a conjuror. "Emeralds, you see. Don't you remember my saying it was a sort of blushgreen or something. Wei, Joe's offering, I believe, has blue stones turquoises." Mr. Battledore took the hint, and

handed to his wife the bracelet he had bought as a peace offering, inwardly

marveling at his old friend's wonderful

tact and impudence, and beginning to

breathe quite freely again. In fact it

was evident that Sam s extempore discourse, followed bv the bracelets, had

satisfactorily explained what was mysterious in their recent behavior, and

the secret of the unhallowed expedition

to Paris seems unlikely ever to be re

vealed.

HEBREW A LIVING LANGUAGE, Used In Social and lluslness Life by Jews in Many Localities. The appearance of an advertisement in a morning newspaper, offering a reward for the recovery of an account book in Hebrew, caused a reporter to call on the editor of a Hebrew newspaper, in this city, and ask him to what extent that language was still a living tongue. "It is popularly believed," he began, "that the Hebrew language is dead in the same sense that Latin is dead. This is an error. Hebrew is still spoken by Jews, as their chosen language; it is used in synagogues, in fsocial circles, in trade, and oven, as you see by the advertisement, in accounts. Newspapers are published in Hebrew characters, and there is not an orthodox Jew in this city who does not use the ancient tongue in all the sacred offices of life. In fact, an orthodox Jew is required to be able to read and write Hebrew. The sacred books that are used are never in any other text than the original, and there are even circulating libraries whose books are exclusively written in that tongue. The Hebrew is used almost exclusively as the language of social life and trade among Polish Jews. They have been cruelly persecuted, and the danger with which they have been confronted during the last six centuries in Poland and Polish provinces has had the effect of compelling them to use a language which is essentially their own and which cannot be acquired save by a vast deal of labor. Many of these Polish Jews neither read nor write, yet talk Hebrew with the facility of the dwellers in Jerusalem. German Jews have also acquired the common use of Hebrew, and use it with almost the facilitv as do the members of their race living in Poland, Hungary

and through the Turkish provinces

From the same reasons

, " U "

i Women Cashiers. - - "Do women embezzle?1 "No, they don't. I never knew a wo man who handled other people's money to steal one cent. ' have employed women as cashiers for years. They are quicker at making change than men ; they will detect counterfeit money quicker, they keep their cash accounts clearer, and don't want to run the whole store, as men do. So said one of Buffalo's heaviest dry goods merchants to a reporter. "Yos, they are invariably happy. I have heard of young women as clerkswho had pilfered small articles collars, handkerchiefs, etc. but the cases are rare. Most saleswomen and cashiers' in Buffalo live at home, and keep off the streets at night. Many belong to good families and to churches. They are in every sense respectable. "Newspapers nowadays are full of wicked embezzlements. Bank presidents ran away with fortunes, wreck homes, families?, lives, reputations, and pubhc institutions. Cashier gamble, steal, abscond, speculate and me money intrusted to them by poor working people. They lie, dissemble, deceive, and finally rob the directors of the corporations employing them; but women do not steal. Look at the suicides caused by all these breaches of trust ! See the beggars these sleek-tongued villains have made in two cities during the past week but women do not embezzle. "I have a cashier now who is the shrewdest woman I ever knew. She sits up there where the cash-bills roll in, evidently kept busy making changeBut that young woman knows all that is going on at every counter of this large store. She catches shoplifters, reports irregularities among clerks.

and detects every little device invented

Forgotten.

An American traveler in England

lately asked a farmer near Stratford-

on-Avon to drive him into town. He did so with alacrity, pointing out Shakespeare's house, etc., with much

pride. The American presently spoke

of his plays.

rt A play-actor?" exclaimed the Eng

lishman. "Was that all he was? I

thought, at least, he had been Mayor!'9

On the other hand an Englishman,

visiting our foremost literary man last

summer, asked a conductor on the Bev

erly train,

"Doctor Oliver Wendell Holmes lives

in this village?"

"Don't know, really. Young dentist

moved there this spring. Probably

he's the party. Bismg voung man."

Somebody, before Carlyle s death,

inquired of a butcher in which house

on Cheyne walk, he lived.

"Car-lyle? Oh, he's the old man where they buy throe loin chops on

Monday. That's the place. They eat

no meat at all.

Young men invariably look forward

to fame as the chief prize of life, but

almost as invariably old men who have gained it are annoyed by the personal

notice which, it draws upon them. This

personal notoriety lasts but a short time, even with the most brilliant rep

utations. ' Even while a famous man is living, he is but a name to all the world

to but a small circle of his own acquaintances, and when he is dead, it is only

his work that survives. Biography is, after all, but one man's account and

opinion of another man, which is very

oiten totally incorrect, hhakespeare,

Goethe, Franklin, still are great living

powers in the world, but the men. them

selves are but faded shadows.

Even of the person of the Savior of

mankind, we have no accurate knowl

edge: no tradition gives us the voice, or

look, or peculiar bearing with which

He walked the streets of Jerusalem.

We can almost believe that the blot

ting out of His personal life was in

tended to teach us the worthlessness

of personal glory: and that only the

work done by a man for mankind should endure. The word spoken from

the soul -lives when the lips that uttered it are dust. Youth's Com-

panioru The Congo, a

Speaking of the Nile suggests Africa, and recalls the fact that the commer

cial nations oi the world are organiz

ing to open up the interior of the Dark

Continent to tra.de. There is a popu

lation of nearly 50,000,000, who have so

far been shut off from the commerce of

the world. The inhabitants of Congo

Land are far superior in every way to the negroes of both the east and west coast of Africa. They are more indus

trious and in a higher scale of semi-civ-

ilization. Central Africa now produces

many articles of prime necessity to the rest ot the world, and will in time con

sume vast quantities of goods in the way of clothing and ornaments, as well as some luxuries. There is a strife between the different nations as to which shall profit by this trade; but of course the United States is out of the race, as Europe can undersell us, and we have no ships of our own. Naturally, Great Britain would profit most by the opening of the Congo country ; but France is first in this field, and Germany has entered her claim for an equality with other nations. The latter power is making itself felt in every quarter of the globe. Bismarck evidently believes that the maritime greatneW of Great Britian has culminated, and that Germany has the best chance of being her successor as mistress of the seas and as owner of vast colonial posessions. Although the United States will not profit by the opening of the Congo to commerce, it is some salve to our national vanity to know that it was an American, Henry M. Stanley, who first discovered the possibilities of the Congo, and who announced its importance to the outside world. But his great work has been done under the auspices of the Belgian government DemoresVs Monthly.

which have by the salesmen to beat us or our cus-

made the old language the ordinary tomers. She is not a spy, or a 'tattle

speecn ox tne Joiisn jew, the Kussian tale The crookedness she reports

Jew has been compelled to adopt it. among clerks would affect her if al-

The present dispensations of the Bus- lowed to pass. She often calls me up

dxuu vcx-uiueriL uuugti wi jauiulib tu i iiu pumis out; some in is vane in toe live in quarters by themselves, subject cash check, saying, for instance, 'thai

to almost the same severity that was has occurred five times this week. Mr.

enforced in Spam and England during is verv careless. So vou see she

the middle ages. They are surrounded does not accuse him of willful mistakes

by the people of the country, who are in making out his checks, but I under-

anxious 10 surprise tnem in any convert stand her and apply the proper reme-

speecn or act, ana a mistaKe ot any dy.

i i X l J 4. v. 4.1, -A I I US T . w

A.U1U. is u(ji iu ibuu iu but? luusu lethriiu i a casnier s place is ft nard one.

massacres. They are accused of prac- She sits up there alpne, generally; sue ticing witchcraft and all manner of evil must be quick to make change, and the things, and these unfounded charges knowledge that everv eent tost comes

resuic m tneir drawing tnemseives in out qt lier $o or $y a week naturally their shells, as it were, to associate only tends to make her nervous. She must among themselves. The emigration of watch for mutilated, punched, and Kussian and Polish Jews to this conn- plugged coins; and for counterfeit try has brought with it a language pieces and bad bills. The checks aewhich is properly one of the oldest in companing the cash are invariably existence, and ydt has by a curious re- written in haste, are often illegible, and animation become the newest. I be- it she does not read the figures eor-

lieve that in the Jewish colony in the rectly she is liable to send back toe

neighborhood of Grand, Essex, and much change.

Ludlow streets, a weekly journal is cir- "But you asked me if women embaz-

cujuicu, tiio icau kji wuxuu is tju bjxtuy iii zie. iiever nave x Known a single case; the ancient character, and which is never have I heard of one. I cannot

printed on a hand-press. It hasn't a say that of men I have employed four

very large subscription list, but one of young men at different times. One

these papers is sometimes read by as left me, one was not quick enough, and

many as thirty different persons. the other two robbed m& Buffalo

"it is, as you Know, one of tne re- JZxpress.

quirements of our orthodoxy for the

head of the family to read the Old Tes

tament in the original to his jf amily. A

Stauding on Plymouth efc Never had I stood on more honored

chapter or more is read each evening sd. ihe landscape, viewed from every

during the week, and a more elaborate point of interest, gave the keen impres-

ceremony takes place at the beginning sion of its original aspect New Eng-

of the Sabbath. This tends to keep seldom clotnes Herself anew. We the language current, as it wers, and were at Duxbury, eight miles up the

obliges every Jew to understand it bay. Uoing down to .Plymouth one

The vounger members of the family glorious morning oh, how the sun

circle are taught Hebrew by their shines and the sweet sea breezes blow

elders, and it is not seldom that you I m Massacnusettsl we were a merry

will find in a family of ten or a dozen party. After leaving the depot,, our

members a combination of Hebrew krst quest was Pilgrim Hall, in which

scholarship that would be the envy and is collected the relics of the 'colony. It pride of many an eminent Orientalist, is. a fine stone building, with a Grecian Till T il 1 Tt 1 i.i Jx J J.1 . 1

vvnen j. say mat ueorew is usea in tne pwuco, aaoruea wicu a me-size oas-re-

Polish or Kussian colonies as the lan- lief represtmg the landing of the Pil-

guage of social life, aid of trade I do grinrs. Immediately outside the hall,

not, of course, mean that it is the same engraved on a quaint slab, is the corn-

language as that of the Scriptures or pact signed by the passengers of the

the same language as that of the old Mayflower, displaying earnest zeal, tongue. The dialects of the various love and devotion to the King of Eng-

provinces creep in, and, while this curi- land. Ihree large pictures hang on

ous combination of Kussian or German the walls of the hall, descriptive of the-

and ancient Hebrew makes an excellent embarkation and landing; In glass

language for general use, it would puz- cases are various relics, swords and

zle a Hebrew scholar in a most demor- candles, purses. Rems, rings, various

alizing way if ho were to go down into deeds, records, and other manuscrmts.

Essex street and trv to converse with curious and interesting, as displaying

the natives. He would find that the signatures of Miles Standish, Jonn Al-

grand old tongue of the prophet was den, William Bradford and others. A

sadly marred by its close oontact with cradle, several chairs, and cabinets of;

the vernacular. This is perhaps the goodly shape and substance ate also

natural fate of every ancient language, preserved. From the hall we walked n i ii ty i l- ii I a v . 1 3 l '-- .3 Tk 1

otiii, as tne neorew language is tne no une oiu uurymg-grouuu on jDunai

tongue of a large number of persons, mu. wnere tne site ot tne watcn tower

and as it is read and understood by is indicated by four granite posts. A

persons who lay no claim to scholar- grand view of ocean and shore we had ship, it is a living language, and will there, and the dense masses of foliage

remain so until the persecution of the and patches of housetop at ear feet.

Hebrews cease entirely m all lands." Then wandering about, we read the

Jxew xork commercial Advertiser. scarceiv legioie ruae inscriptions on

iwia Mfl,ikAn'a va Mutina- the stones, which were made of slate.

tt 3 i i t -r m 1 d had been capped with kibo to preSidney Howard Gray, in his "Life of ov v nni

Madison," says: Madison seems never Jo i,,,i, m-H.

to have been a young man, but during j tJl ifce of tt fiwt Amo

finally overtop ha, and he feTT Cor- 090 Inter Ocean.

love." The damsel was lb. Madison A Liberal Cleric, 1 . 1. I

was twice ner atre; sne was oi more Atian aaIai M4At , nomJ

, , , T 3 M ' "ill auoviu mmuavi

man usual ueuuny ttuu ui ffrepressioie -nia himnf VArr nnw

vivnoii-jr. " ""uiwjr Boi- Jftr with Jim Webster. He was passing

eiuuwjr. wiwi ua, uuu e house of Jim, on Austin Avenue,

16 . n w". w uuam j: oya. when the proprietor called him in.

asmgneroi une declaration, who am 4nm rorrtr. arwl hh rja aK

i i : mi 1, v , r

came engaged, iiut there was a senti- orn KflMAv

mental young clergyman who "Lung m, awTmii rrnf Toman nfa

round her at the harpischord," and the jnvifcatiori. There was a large un-

dismissed her solemn lover 4 'she sealed

her letter conveying to him alone, it

may be, some merry but mischievous meaning with a bit of rye dough. n It was a cruel blow, and'Mr. Gray quotes a sympathizing letter from Jefferson: 41 sincerely lament the misadven

ture which has happened, from whatever cause it may have happened.

Should it be final, however, the world presents the Ba me and many other re

sources of happiness, and you possess ..l B T

many wunin yourseu, r irmness ui mind, and unintermitting occupation

will not long leave you in pain. No

event has been more contrary to my

expectations, and these are founded on

what I thought a good knowledge of the ground. But of all machines ours is the most complicated and inexplica

ble."

Goon sense is the master of human

lifa- BdssueL

man was urged to cut it.

"Whar shall I cut it?" he asked, tak

ing up the knife, and looking at the

cake in a bewildered sort of a way

"lou km jess hit whareber' you

pleases, parson.

"Which? Way dat ober onoe moah." "Jess cut hit whareber yer sees fit.

parson."

A smile lit up the dusky features of the humble toiler in the Lord's vineyard and he remarked fervently: 'Tse much obleeged to yer, Jfepms. I bleeve de bos place or carvfe dis heah am in de seclusion oh nry own house, and, wrapping up the oake in a newspaper, he carried it off wider his arm. 1 exas Sifting.

The novel of the future will begin. "The full, bright moon waajuafc silvering the tree-tops when a solitary coaehman, with a rope ladder under hfa arm was seen wending his way," eta

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