Bloomington Telephone, Volume 14, Number 3, Bloomington, Monroe County, 7 June 1889 — Page 3

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Tha only inscription will bo the name "Arthur" in plain letters on the base of the monument.

A poczei type-writer weighs four ounces.

The monastery of Melk, in Austria, has just celebrated its 800th anniversary. Of the 400 cream of society" of New York probably not twenty characters would stand a strict ancestral investigation.

Secretary Tricy, is a man of wide reading and fond of quotation. He has a fine library and has a special partiality ior English classics. You can no longer say "Patent applied for" and stand anybody off. It has been decided that the term is no protection to the inventor. The Emperor of Germany is a believer in hypnotism and has sent to Naestad, Denmark, for Dr. Hutten, the hypnotist, to cure one of his sisters of a chronic disease. Perkiomen Junction, Pa., claims to have the youngest telegraph operator in the world. He is a boy of 11 years, who began manipulating the keys when only 3 years old. He is an expert operatorGen. Siqel seldom goes on the street since the disgrace of his son, nd the young man conducts himself in prison as if he had done something very smart and cunning. He has broken both his parents hearts. The largest collection of literature in America is that housed at the Congressional Library. It numbers 615,781 volumes and aSout 200,000 . pamphlets. Boston stands next among the libraries of America, with 509,531 volumes. Mas. Mabia St. John Sheffield, widow of the founder of the Sheffield scientific school of Yale College, is dead and by her death property valued at $250,000, in which she had a life interest, goes to swell the endowment of the school.

At a dinner given by the Chinese minister in Washington, the ministers from Japan, China, and Corea carried on a three cornered conversation with pens and paper, for, although they cannot understand what each one says, their written language is identical. The Empress Hani of Japan is an ardent friend of all schemes for advancing the Bodal and legal standing of Jap aneqe women. She has literary tastes and writes poetry. It is never published, but appears in autograph forms on screens used in her private apartments.

A, Steubenwlle man thought something was wrong with his nose. It was nearly stopped up. After suffering from this annoyance almost a year or so he went to the doctor, who removed a shoe button from the base part of the nasal cavity. The man now breathes more easily. It is stated that the smallest steam engine ever made was recently completed, after two years of labor, for the Paris exhibition. It is composed of 180 pieces of metal, is a shade under threefifths of an inch in height, and weighs less than one-ninth of an ounce. A watchmaker made it.

Mme. Pkyaxaud, a Parisian, who once dealt m cosmetics and was imprisoned for swindling, found her way to America and attempted to expiate her sins by living in a hut without companionship, except from dumb animals. She recently died and her property will go to'the Catholic Church.

Paris tmanciers estimate the loss t i France from the failure of the Panama

cato at over $300,000,000. That this heavy loss has caused no serious panic, nor affected the National credit, is a grand tribute to the buoyancy and solidity of French financial institutions, and calls to mind the ease and rapidity with which the enormous war indemnity demanded by Germany was raised and paid. The commercial law, which makes paper falling due upon a legal holiday payable the day before, is inequitable and wrong. It should be changed so that such paper would become payable the day a fter instead of the day before the holiday. The banks can make no use of the proceeds of payment on the holiday, and it is unreasonable that the debtor class should be singled out and put to inconvenience by the setting apart of a day intended for everybody's comfort and enjoyment. Mr. Barxum once entered the Church of the Me&siah, New York, of which the Rev. Robert Collyer is pastor, and quietly took a back seat. The preacher saw him, and said, in a loud voice: "I see P. T. Barnum in a back pew in this church, and I invite him to come forward and take a seat in my family pew. Mr. Barnum always gives me a good seat in his circus, and I want to give him as good in my church. ,? Mr. Barnum was rather surprised at this public invitation, but, of course, he accepted it. Capt. Mart Miller has renewed hre license as commander of a steam vessel on the Ohio and Mississippi One other woman, a Southern lady, is captain of a boat on the lower Mississippi. When Mrs. Miller, on the failure of her husband's health, made her first application for a captain's license, persons were not wanting who saw in her request a danger to the foundations of society. For several years, however, she has honestly supported her family, and the foundation seems to stand firm. In fact, a recent number of the Louisville Courier-Journal says Captain Mary has reformed many steamboat mates, her presence being sufficient to stop the flow of "cuss words" which these gentlemen in the past found necessary to the control of their crews, and she is now one of the most popular masters on the river. The newspapers of New York State are excitedly crying up a repeal of th; clause that forbids them to publish the details of executions of murderers by electricity, as provided for by the law changing the method of execution. There is not one nameable reason why the public should be served with these minute and detestable details; except that the papers make money out of it by catering to the morbid taste for vulgai excitement. The profit is a temporary gain, for in so far as the public is educated and encouraged to revel in read ing of this sort, it is unprepared foi taking interest in matters of more importance. The law was based on public need, that of checking the tendency ol the press to make capital out of coarse and brutal spectacles. Some of the papers crying for a repeal have recently issued sheets that if exhibited 100 years hence will be considered by a decentei age typical barbarism. The true newspaper does not stand in need of the horrible and depraving to furnish it with the mearts of existence.

The absolute ruler of Persia is beginning to reahze that, after all, he is a rather small, potato, or yam, or other edible root, fie has received peremptory orders from the Czar not to build, or suffer to be built, any railroad in hi

dominions without the consent of the

Czar aforesaid. It is the nature of des

potisms to devour each other.

The taking of the census will give if

emplovmenfc to 40,000 people. With;

such a ioree, the most important a:d

valuable features of tlie census snouia

be put into snape ana printed, yxuun the next four years. Delay in compiling the information gathered , 'until it has become stale and useless has been the cause of complaint for many years. Is Duluth to be destroyed? Report has it that the richest vein hi copper in the world has been laid baire in one of the principal streets of tmat city, near the City Ball. IfthatbeAhe fact the copper is worth many times more than the city lots including tne buildings. People ongli to be a littla careful about building cities on land underlaid with rich veins of copper, silver, and gold.

The monument to the late ex-President Arthu

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sarcophagus.

A Strong Alan. The Associated Press announces the death of Calvin J. Baseby, celebrated as the strongest man in the South. All great feats of strength, recorded in ancient histories or in modern newspapers, became, in comparison with Baseby's powers, the mere sports ot weaklings. On one occasion, in 1876, if we mistake not, Baseby was among the passengers oi a Memphis and .Little ' Rock railway train. The train stopped in the Mississippi River bottoms, and the conductor, who came through the car where Baseby was seated, on being asked, that he did not know how long it might be before the train could proceed, that a part of a trestle had given way and to repair the damage might bo the work of several hours. Baseby, together with a number of other passengers, got out to look at the break. It was found that a post, supporting a beam on which the rail rested, had been broken. "We'll have to chop down a tree and end up a log under it," said a railroad hand. "No," said Baseby, 'TU hold up the beam till the train passes over. Those who were not disposed to laugh sneered at him; but, unruffled, he put his shoulder under the beam, and, standing on the ground, raised it into place. "Tell the engineer to go ahead," he remarked. The engineer was standing there looking at him. "You are a fool," said he. "That's all right," Baseby replied. "Take your trail over, and we'll talk about that afterward." "Who are you?" the conductor asked. "I am Calvin .Baseby," "Jim," said the conductor, speaking to the engineer, "I know him. Go ahead." The train moved forward. As the engine was passing over, Baseby frowned just a trifle, but by the time the sleeper came along he was smiling serenely. He was undoubtedly an ablebodied man. Arkansaw Traveler.

Tragic Memories of the Tsar's Winter Palace. There can no longer be any rrank gayety in this Winter Palace, haunted as it must be by one of those formidable souvenirs which impose upon royal dwellings a lugubrious physiognomy. In entering this palace under tho new reign, on the days when Alexander III. is holding court, the servitors of his father cannot forget the last receptions of Alexander II. , which were darkened by so many tragedies. One in particular we can see before our eyes as if it were yesterday. On March 2, 1881), was celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of the accession to the throne of the Emancipator, who at that memorable date was to receive the tribute of gratitude from his people. Magnificent fetes has been arranged but two weeks before the anniversary day, the 18rii of February; the explosion at the Winter Palace occurred, ruined all those projects, and spread mourning and terror around the sovereign. A repetition of the attempt was announced tor the 2nd

of March, and in the capital, smitten with unreasonable panic, the precautions of the police caused people to believe it was a dav of riot rather than of f esti vi ty . When w o en t ered t h ese suiiiptous halls, where tho imagination saw nothing but mines and ambuscades, alarm was betrared on many a face. .' Alexander II. appeared; his visible fatigue and emotion scarcely allowed him to address a few words to his guests. Prince Gortchakoff, who had been abseut from Russia for several years, was seon there for the last time. The old coiapanions of th Emperor, witnesses twenty-five years previously of the prodigal hopes that had greeted his accession to the throne, looked without courage through the veil of present sadness upon their master, grown old, smitten physically and morally by so many blows, a prisoner in this palace which threatened to fail in ruins over his head. The illustrious Chancellor, in the decline of age and success, betrayed by his strength as well as by his plans, leaned painfully on a console in the salon of Peter the Great, in tho

midst of that court where absence had made him for so long a time a stranger. A presentiment of an inevitable misfortune oppressed all hearts and hovered over all this august pomp and circumstance. One year after, March 13, 1881, there was a fresh meeting in this palace, in presence of the bleeding body that had been brought in from a neighboring street. The unforget&ble vision of that afternoon is still present in the minds of the youngest of the dancers when a ball calls them to the palace. They see once more the terror and desolation of these vast rooms; the courtiers watching for the doctors to give them news of the agony; the immense square all black with people; the stupor of the crowd waiting with eyes fixed on the imperial standard; finally the sign of the cross which passed over all these tearful visages when the standard fell down the flag-Htaff, announcing that the drama was over. The habitual guests of the palace who passed there the winter months of 1881, and heard on two occasions the dull explosion of dynamite, retain in their e;rs that besetting anguish, and more than one catch themselves listening for it between two bars of a waltz. The Vicotnte Eugene Melehior de Vogue, in Harper's Magazine. In "Early Days." Somebody asked Ihic' Joshua if he was not in Leadviile in that interesting period of the city's history generally known as the "earlv davs." "I -war dar fur 'bout free weeks befo I could git away." the old man' replied, ''but it wtnt no place for a coon in dein times." uThoy never gave you any trouble, did thev, Uncle Joshua?" asked one of the hearers. "Oh, untUn' serious to speak of." the old fellow answered; "but dat de didn't is mo' de kindness of de good Lawd than dey fault of dem miz'ble reekils what was dar in dem times, I 'members one occasion distinctly, sah, mighty distinctly indeed, sah. Dey was a dance er somethin1 of de sort one night, and, oi cose, a feller he gets killed. Dey starts out to burv him an' laik a fool I starts to toiler de crowd. Gwine up de hill to de buryin' ground de dead man he rolls out, an' none of dem drunken fools never notices it until dey gits dar. Den dey was a time, 'n no mistake. Everybody cussiu'an' a-hollerin'and me laughin' tit ter kill. 'Bout dat time a big, slabsided-lookin' feller from Missouri says to me : 'What you laughin at, nigger? If you think we come out here to be fooled you is a little bit off you base. We'll jis' have a funeral anyhow now we is heah.' An' wid dat he opens out on me wid he ole forty-five, an' in less'n an instance everv one of dem fools was a-crackin' away at one poah nigger. An' you ought ter a-seen me go. An dat was my last 'speeriunce of Leadviile. Terre Haute Ex-prets.

A Figure Puzzle.

The following is a very curious puzzle. Try it, all of you: Open a book at random and select a word within the first ten lines, and within the tenth word from the end of tbe line. Mark tho word. Now double the number of the page and multiply sum by five. Then add twenty. Then add the number of the line you have selected. Then add five. Multiply the sum by ten. Add the number of tho word in the line. From this sum subtract 250, and the remainder will indicate in the unit column the number of the word; in the ten column the number of the line, and the remaining figures the number of the page. Philadelp hia Times. Buried Hi tirave-Djgger. In 1800 an English regiment was serving in Holland, and at Kgmont-op-Zee crossed bayonets with a French regiment. A ball, tired during the retreat of the latter, passed through the jaws of a soldier of the former, named Robert Hullook, who in the course of the afternoon, was buried in the sand-hill where he had fallen by a soldier of his regiment named Carnes, During the night

Hullock rocoeredf -fl.dfc hcving been lightly covered with sand, crept out and crawled to a picket of his regiment posted near. He was sent to the hospital, recovered, and wns serving with his regiment in Malta, in 1W. Ten years later a mano? h:.s regiment died and Hullock was ordered to dig the grave, at which he was found on the arrival of the body for interment still at work, though it was then near ten feet

i deep. On being asked the reason for j making it ho unusually deep he replied; "Why, sir, ib ia for poor John Carries, j who buried me, and I think, sir, if I get

aim that deep it Mill puzzle him to crepp out. as I did." On the burial service being read he proceeded to till up the grave and actually buried the man who ten years previous had buried him. A Physician's Fee. A famous physician in New York city, Dr. Oeo. F. Shrady, is not only famous for his skill in curing people, bat for his deeds of charity and benevolence. Dr. Shrady receives enormous fees, but what he calls his "best" f?o was received under very peculiar circumstances. He was in the country, enjoying a few weeks vacation, and during a ramble he one day noticed a sickly-looking boy of abxit eight years of ttge resting by the roadside. Near the child, and gazing tenderlv at him, was a sweet-faced old lady whom he called "granny." The child touched his cap politely to the doctor, and the little wan f ice lit up at a few kindly remarks that were made by the stranger. A day or two afterward the doctor was told that an old lady and a little boy wished to see him. "I couldn't stop his coming," explained g::anny. "He says, since the day he saw you, that you can make him well and strong, like other boys. He give s mo no peace, day or night, so I had to bring him to you," t "The faith of the old lady and her little grandchild was so touching," said the doctor, "that I did mv best to effect a cure, and before I left, the youngster was runniug about, strong and well as his companions." A month or two afterward a rough

box was delivered by express at Dr. Shrady'8 home. It contained a turkey, and a little note written in a boyish hand, which read: "Dear Doctor, this is from the boy what you made well. I know the turkey is young and tender, for I raised him from the eggs myself "I have often received munificent fees from grateful patients that my skill has helped relieve," said the doctor, "but I was never more touched by a gift in all my professional experience, than when that little country chap's turkey in the rough little box, with the words 'expresses all pade' wrhten on every side, was delivered tome." Evangelist. The Spittoon. It is impossible in speaking of American interiors to pass over in silence a certain eyesore which meets your sight at everv turn. The most indispensible, it appears, the most conspicuous, at any rate, piece of furniture in America is the spittoon. All rooms are provided with this object of prime necessity ; you find one beside your seat in the trains, under your table in the restaurants; impossible to escape the sight of the ugly utensil. In the hotel corridors there is a spittoon standing sentinel outside every door. In public buildings tho floors are dotted with them, and they form the line all up the stairs. The Americans, used to these targets from the tenderest age, are marvelously adroit at the use of them, they never mips their aim. I sa w some really striking feats of workmanship; but perhaps the best of all at the Capitol in Washington. The Supreme Court of Judicature was sitting. As I entered an advocate was launching thuqders of eloquence. All at once he stopped, looked at a spittoon which stood two yards off, aimed at it, and Kerrron craaahk ptu ! right in the bull's eye; then on he went with his harangue. I looked to see the seven judges and the public applaud and cry bravo! Not a murmur, the incident passed completely unnoticed. Probably there was not a man in the hall who could not say to himse'i: "There's nothing in that, I could do as much." Jonathan and His Continent Max O'Rcll The Oldest Tree in the Eust, The celebrated "Quinnepial Oak," at Woodbridge, Conn., lately a victim to the vandal axe, was regarded by Prof. Eaton, of Yale College, as the oldest tree on the Atlantic seaboard. Oliver Wendell Holmes pronounced this tree from 1,500 to 2,000 years old. Let me tell you of some historic connections with this ancient oak. It was here the regicides, Goffe, Whalley, andDixwell, hid themselves in the branches when pursued by the agents of Charles the Second. A twig obtained from this tree was made the whip to punish Humphrey Norton for the heinous crime of harboring a Quaker. Then in revolutionary timos Gen. Lafayette and other officers belonging to the Continental Army once rested in the shade of its spreading branches. At a still later day a visit to this 6A oak by the poet Wadsworth is said to hare suggested the well-known poem of "The Old Oaken Bucket." How often this tree has been ransomed in times past is unknown, but it is recorded that much money has been handed the owner to have him "spare that tree." In 1822 ex-Gov. English offered $200, but the owner demanded $4:00. Since that the old tree has been destroyed. Philadelphia News. She Was Always a Winner. "Do you know what is the difference between you and myself ?w This conumdrum was hurled at a Pittsburg broker by his better half, who had been sitting up for him, when he arrived at home about 1 o'clock in the morning. "Can't say, mv dear," he replied. "What is it?" "You speculate c.U day, and I 'spec you late at night." Pitts-burg Chronicle. As the obtaining the love of valuable men is the happiest end of this life, so the next felicity is to get rid of iool

and scroundrels. Pope.

SMALL SHOES FOR HfiK.

A Trick of the Trade that Gratifies Some Woi:itma Foible.-. 'I want u pair of French kid-batt02 boots. Let me see thj very best you have." "This, way, please, here they are; made by lieady, Sale & Co. ; the very best in the market. What size did you say ?" "I wear threes, fdim," "Ah! hero w are; now, then. Fits you liko a glove. If I had taken your measure I couldn't have dona better." "They seem :o bo all right. By the way, are these the same make of shoes that Mik Ligh:foot wears?" "Well, to tell the truth, no! She always wears a make that costs $1 a pair more." "13 ut you said these were the very best." "For wear and quality so they ai'e." '''Chen why should Mrs, Lightfoot pay a dollar extra for hers?" "Why, she won't have any other shoe but Fitcm & Go's, because she can wear a size (smaller of theirs than she can of anv others." Oh! but you really don't mean to say that I could wear a wear a No. 2 of Whai's-his-name's make, do vou?" "Certainly vou could. You see thev have got a designer of pattern :i who is a perfect genius, and who understands the human foot the same as a schoolmaster does his A B Cs. He explained his system to rie one day, and I find he is thoroughly posted. His idea is, in the first place, to abbreviate the longitudinal pressure forward, and then, by propelling thelateral distention sideways, he of course makes the shoe a size shorter than it would have been if he had made it the full length." "Dear me ! How simple that seems. And vou are sviro I could wear a No. 2 as of this make?,: "Positive. Here is a pair. Try them on and see for yourself." "Why, these are just too nice for anything. They fit perfectly. They ain't a bit tight. Are you sure thev are only twos?'' "You can see for yourself. Size mark stamped in plain figures on sole and lining. There it is: size No. 2: width A." " Well, I'll take this pair, and after this you won't catch me wearing any other make." This sounds like fiction, but it is a literal fact. The conversation took place just as it is written, with the exception of tho names. Although the measurements of the woman's foot called for a No. 3, she was fitted perfectly with a No. 2. The explanation is this: There are manufacturers who when ordering sets of lasts, instruct the seller3 to deliver them unstamped. The stamping is done in the shoe factory, each last behrg marked a half size or a size smaller than, it measures. The uppers are numbered to match the lasts, and the deception is complete. SSIiog and Leather Reporter.

Josh Billings' Philosophy Affeckshuu iz a vine full ov tendrils, and if yu don't phurnish it sumthing better tew climb, it will phurnish itself sumthing wnss; this ackounts for its running aftej: sore-eyed lap-dogs and sick monkeys. Poverty iz the step mother ov genius. Beware ov the man who makes a still noize when he walks, and who purrs when he talku; he iz a kat in disguise. It iz now 30 years ago since a phellow with green goggles on and a white necktie, offered tew sell me sumthing for 50 cents wliitch he sedwaz worth 5 dollars. I've forgot what it waz, but I remember it waz a heat, and az often az oncis a vear ever since I have tried the same thing over, and got beat every time. Mi friend l.az got hiz phailings. and that iz one thing that makes me like him so mutch. Witien shame leaves a man, the kandle goes out, and hiz soul gropes its way in the dark, a slave tew mean and brutal pashuns. Civilizashun haz made justiss one of the luxurys, for which we have tew pap the highest price. Lies are like a bad penny sure tefv return to their owner. "Time iz money." Menny people take this saying in its literal sense, and

undertake tew pay their debt3 with it. Competish an iz a good thing, eve a aaiung brutes ; two dog3 on a farm make both dogs mcre watchful. Originality in writing haz alwus bee a praised ; but I hav red sum authors who were too original tew be interesting. Altho the learned and witty often cater to the ritch, thare neve:.' waz on yet, however poor, who would swap es" tates with thorn. If a man iz very bizzy he kan't be very sorrowful nor very viscious. If thare iz enny human being that I thoroughly loath, it iz the one who haz nothing tew boast ov but hiz munny a mere worm magnified into an ass by hiz welth. One ov the saddest sights ov all tew me, iz an old mau, poor and deserted, whom I once knew living in ease and luxury. I don't think the world has ever seen a sparkling, brilliant wit yet who wa not troubled at times with the h iccups. Silence iz one ov the hardest kind of arguments tew refute. New York Weekly. Over a tiame of Euchre. Maud (who is lovely) What's trumps ? Charley (who is clever but weary of the game) Well, my dear, in gardening spades are trumps; in a riot clubs are trumps; hearts are trumps in the boarding-school girl's rom&nce; diamonds are trumps with tho society belle; but whenever you find him the joker ia always a tramp. Maud Ah.! you are the joier. New York Herald. X Big Sell. Wife I want some morey to go shopping. Obepe & Co. are selling very cheap to-day and I must take ad" vantage of their bargains. Husband Selling out, are they? W Yes; and awful cheap, too I saw uomo tables there, the other day, for $9, and what do you think thoy are Gelling for now? Awful big reduction. H I can't guess.

W Jf.ight dollars and ninety-nina j

cents.

niU KS AMONG TLLEGKAPHERS. Tlit? Tenrlorfoot In Uniuilly Put Through fl Vigorous Course of Sprout if. "Sneaking of eonn'srv town tele-

I graphertt," said a veteran operator, "re

minds me of a story on myself. I WW the student' of the rait way station in $, Bnall New Jersey town when an old timer came down there to work a wir in the division superintendent's office, which was just across the track in an other building. One day I answered a call on ray instrument, and got a. meHago front Master Mechanic McMartin, who liveel down the track sixty miles asking mo as a personal favor to take the hand-car and go down the road about three mile to the farm of J. Bird, where I would get 500 strawberry plants. He wanted me to bring them to the station and send them down by the evening express. Now, McMartin, was in especial favor with mo. I had two brothers working under him, and I naturally thought h was a great man. So I said I would do it, m UI went home, got a big clothe basket, rolled out the hand-car, ami with one of the boys that always hanj around a country depot started out t find the farm of J. Bird. I had never heard of any such person, but thought I might have overlooked him. So I pumped away up a long grade until I reckoned I had gone at least three miles. Then I hailed a man in a fiel and asked him where J. Bird liveel. He said there wasn't any such man around there might live farther west; so I went on a coupla o miles until I found another man, and he was et least half a mile away in a plowed fielc'L So I floundered over that stretch ot broken ground and asked where to, find the farm of J. Bird. He said he had lived iu that county thirty years, and that no such person had ever been in it bo far as he knew there was no such man in that immediate section, any way. "I went back to the hand-car in a quandary. I would have gone farther west, though I was already between eight and nine miles from town, and nc y hands from pumping the hand-car were blistered fearfully, if it hadn't been for the old farmer's positive statement th it no sixih man lived anywhere aroun-L Finally I concluded that there had been some mistake and started back. It w:is mighty hard work and my hands were awful sore, but I pumped away, and t last I rolled up to the depot. There was a great crowd of young fellows there, and when I picked up the big clothes basket and stepped on to the platform everybody gave me a great laugh. Then the old-time operator pat his head out of the window and sung out: " 'Get them strawberry plants? "It didn't take me more'n a second to realize the whole measly trick. The operator from the other building hod switched on his ground wire, called me up, and sent me the messae, and signed it McMartin. On the strength of that I had gone out on a hunt for a jaybird and come back with two dozen blisters. While I was gone he he.d circulated the story and the gang had gathered. I didn't hear the last of that sell for months, and I was so suspicious afterward that I wouldn't tJiswer my own call half the time. That's what I call a low-down trick; but I ve hoaxed young operators just as baclly since. It teaches 'em the business. n A Great Poehu Sometimes the warmest admirers of art are not themselves artiftta, and those who appreciate poetry mosc would find it hard to write a poem themselvss. Pertinent to this fact is the following story, told by the Washington CrW&i A very bright girl, the daughter oE & congressman, and well known to Waiihington society, is a great reader of poetry. "I love poetry," she said, and woiJd give anything if I could write it." "Did you ever try?" asked her companion, Never, but once," she said, hesitatingly, a.nd with a poetic blush; "never, but once, and that ended my muse'a career, forever. I was in school tjion, and the teacher insisted upon every girl in the rhetoric class writing a poem for next recitation day. I couldn't do it, and avowed I wouldn't ; but she insisted,

and finally I just had to." "What was the poem?" 'inquired her friend, cautiously. But the caution was of no avail, and she refused to divulge for some time, but at last gave up. "Well, if I must I must, I supposev so here it goes : " 'Now fancy my delight For I am asked to write A poom for the rhetoric c oisa to-day. My only hesitation To do this for recitation Is that I haven't thought of one darned wordts say.' "Wasn't it atfful?w she continued; "but the worst of it was the teacher made me recite it before the who! school. But it brought down the housa,. and a very satisfied expression fell over her face. Celebrities and Their Portraits Thaddeus, the distinguished portrait painter, has been giving to the Pall Mall Gazette interviewer his impressions of the famous men who have "sat" to him, and they are decidedly interesting as character studies. Mr. Gladstone quite magnetized him by the charm of his presence and the wonderful flow of his conversation. They talked of ext, and Thaddeus frankly acknowledges that he was "as a child in his hands. The ex-Preniier was the most fascinating man that ever posed to him. The Holy Father "was a. most as good as Gladstone, but not quite,9 Thaddeus felt so much of a chftd before his Holiness that it seemed to him the man who undertook to paint the Pope ought to be at least as old a& a Cardinal. His Eminence Cardinal Howard was net a good sitter, but Father Anderledy, iJio General of the Jesuit was all that he could wish. Thaddeus entertains a great unfulfilled desire to paint the potr trait of Cardinal Manning. That it may be soon satisfied must be the he pe of the friends of the great Cardinal 8 ad the eminent Catholic portrait painter, Do you sell tlus cheese by ihe pound?" fcYes, sir.' "You'd get more if you sold it by the scent,"