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THE SUNDAY OREGONIA, PORTLAND, MAY 11, 1902. 27 FAVORITE STUDIES " THE good old daya Kings and Queens were not expected to know tnythlng about literature; it was one of tin prerogatives of royalty to be ig norant The past century has changed all that. A King has to be a walking encyclopedia: a Queen wins admiration from hir people when it is known that she lovis books and has a cultivated taste. Toung Princes have to wade through languages, science and political economy; email Princesses are expected to have a loving acquaintance with poets and the better sort of novelists. The change ha? come about within our own CrniMEN Sylvm : SOME ROYAL PERSONAGES DEVOTED TO LITERATURE times; In nearly every case the jounger sovereigns and royalties generally are highly cultured, devotees of learning and literature, while the older crowned heads are as empty of book knowledge as so many ploughbo s. Take the English rojal family for an example. The late Queen Victoria was undoubtedly a woman of great brain pow er and character, she probably knew as much about the ruling of her immense possesions as any of her ministers, and sometimes ran very cloee to violating the unwritten English constitution by putting direct personal restraint upon the respon sible beads of state departments. She read a good deal of Tennyson, no doubt, but it was mainly because of a certain sentimentality In which her poet laureate met her own womanly feeling; what was really fine and great in Lord Tennyson's work almost certainly left her unmoved. Her diaries rewritten mostly for publica tion by a titled secretary ehow that she bad no sound literary judgment. And her later reading was either In books of de motion and sermons, or in novels of the least intellectual order. Her indirectly expressed approval of a book several times sont up sales, as in the case of Hhoda Broughton or "Rita," but It almost al wajs meant that the book was devoid of all real value. The old Queen read simply to while away the heavy hours. She be longed, able woman though she was, to the age of uncultivated royal persons. Her son, the present King, belongs prac tically to the same period; he is not In the first bloom of his youth and be too, ia no great reader, certainly not a thinker or a critic. Much less able than his moth er, he practically Is an uneducated man, except n the sense that he Is a man of the world and knows life very thoroughly in all its phases. It is nowhere recorded LETTERS asking for general infor mation will be answered in these columns. Letters should bo writ ten on one side of the paper, and must be accompanied by the name and address of the writer, not for publication, how ever. All letters without the name of tho writer go to the waste-basket. Paper Cnr Wheels. "What per cent of the car wheels manu factured in the United States are made of paper? N. T. No statistics are at hand telling what per cent of the car wheels of the United States are of paper, but It is small. The paper car wheel Industry has been de clining for the past 10 jeans or so, and the leading manufacturers of paper car wheels are now making steel wheels also. "With the lessening cost of steel it is driving pa per wheels out. United States Survey. L 'Is- our present admirable system of state survey of public lands due largely to the -ifforts of Thomas Jefferson? 2. "Why were the first six standard meridians initiated at or near the mouths of rivers? And why was the "Willamette meridian not initiated from the mouth of the "Willamette, but near it? ' 3. Are some lands surveyed from the boundary line between Ohio and Penn sylvania known as tho "EUIcott line"? If so what lands? i. Ia It the policy of the United States MANY OF THE YOUNGER BORN TO THE PURPLE ARE FINE STUDENTS .. m fcfc HftMBM M nh. n.. that he ever expressed an opinion of a book; probably he has read very few. Cer tainly his poor attempts at speech-making ehow him to be completely out of touch with the world of thought. He rep resents fairly well the Jovial mediaeval monarch who paid learned men to "know things" for him while he himself went his way in contented indifference to all the Intellectual life of his day. Prince of "Wales and the Knitter. The contrast of the order with the new becomes evident in the case of his son, the Prince of "Wales. The Prince is not a conspicuously learned man, nor perhaps a brilliantly gifted man, but he is far ahead of the King In his interest In letters and and thought. To .hear him speak in pub lic, if only at some absurd unveiling cere mony or the laying of a foundation stone, Is to recognize at once a man fairly abreast of the Intellectual achievement of his day, a man of personal convictions acquired by reading and matured by medi tation. He is a well-educated, cultivated man, representing the new generation of royalty. On about the same Intellectual plane stands the much-talked-of Kaiser. He, it is true, is not a great reader of books. He has been called the "yellow journal ist of royalty," on account of his love for ultra-modernism, ' his passion for splurge and display. Naturally he Is a great reader of newspapers and maga zines; he prefers to get information rap Idly and In the vivid popular form In which the ready writer for the press serves It up. He lets other people do the work of research for him, he gets his learning at second-hand, but he lets j nothing escape; he Is in the closest touch with modern science, art, literature, politics and personality. I have heard a member pf the German embassy at Parla say the Kaisers ready memory, diligently furnished by years of newspapers and magazine Teadlng In four languages, en flbles him to pour out streams of talk for QUESTIONS AND Land Department to have Congressional townships sub-divided by the same parties who ran out the exterior lines 'Of such townships? 5. How onanj' standard meridians are used in the United States public surveys? 6. Are the "correction lines" and "guides" meridians 24 miles distant unl-formlj- or do they vary In this particular? 7. If I am Informed correctly It was by act of Congress decreed that town ships should be 10 miles square. "Were any lands so surveyed? L Yes. He was chairman of the first Congressional committee on the subject. 2. No special reasons, except that such joints are prominent geographical feat ures. By starting near the mouth it J makes a more convenient line for farm ing lands throutrh the "Willamette Valley. 1 3. Yes. The EUIcott line Is the merid ian to which the first surveys are re ferred. Townships east of Scioto River are numbered from south. 4. No. 5. Thirty-two principal meridians, not counting a number of guide meridians. . 6. They vary. 7, The first report to Congress was for 10-mlle townships, but It was amended. No lands were so surveyed. Srmvle' Inland. Kow did the name, "Sauvie's Island," originate; also, how is "Sauvie's" pro nounced? j. j. c. Tho Island wax called by the Indians OF ROYAL READERS Jfa hours without ever being detected In error of fact, though touching on nearly every phase of human activity in the past hun dred years. The attache thought, by the way. that "Wllhclm had little or no practical ac quaintance with the history of the world in former ages except in so far as his fetish, the house of the Hohen zollerns, was concerned. The Kaiser Is a man of his own day. Intensely interested in the present and the possibilities of the future, but cold towards the past. His press bureau, by the way. Is possibly the best equipped in the world, a numer ous staff of "imperial readers" wades through German, French, English and American and Oriental papers every day to clip for him editorial matter and arti cles on literature and science which may interest him. As a sort of side-dish, he devours also fact articles dealing with sport, especially, I have heard, with pu gilism. The Kaiser does some boxing him self in the privacy of Potsdam: it Is very probable that Prince Henry of Prus sia returning from tle United States trip brought a good deal of ring-gossip with which to regale the leisure of his imperial brother. Italy' Well-Itend Kins: nnd Queen. The same contrast that I hayo pointed out between the older and younger gen erations of royalty in the case of English reigning is exhibited also In the Italian court. It Is well known that old King Humbert contemptuously "left books to those who liked them," and contented himself with being a mighty hunter on the Alps. Queen Marguerite was equally Indifferent to literature. She cared for nothing but works of piety, and simple little stories such as children read. Their son, the present King, Is of another way of thinking. He is a student, almost a scholar, a meditative, deeply read man, while the new Queen Helena, daughter of the queer old Prince of Montenegro, is as learned a woman as lives today.' "WapatdIsland, on account of tho wapa- i toes which grew there. It received Its i present name from a French Canadian J trapper wno setuea mere; at least inia is the theory generally accepted by old timers. "Saw-ve's" Is probably the correct pro nunciation, though many pioneers call it "So-ve's," and there are still others who say "Sophie's," holding that the island j was named for the wife of the whlto settler. Real Estate Held Jointly. Can real and personal property be held Jointly, the real estate by deed of course, In this and other states in such a manner that In the event of either the husband's or the wife's death ltF title will vest in the survivor abso lutely without probating executors or other vexations and costly processes? I have been told that this Is the case. If this be true Just how is it managed? S. A. T. "When real estate is deeded td husband and wife Jointly, they are tenants by entireties and upon tho death of either the other takes the whole estate. This rule does not apply to personal property. To prevent an estate from going through the Probate Court, it Is necessary, where one is free from debt, to make an ab solute gift and an unconditional delivery, durlntr life or at the time of death. SUU the words of Jesus, Son of Slrtch, ZJ In Roman society, where deep culture is looked upon as something almost un canny, she. Is .pronounced a pedant The Roman ladles that wait on her complain of having to read to their royal mistress -jlheavy scientific treatises and ponderous historical disquisitions, varied by plunges Into profound tomes dealing- with mysti cism and philosophy; they sigh for the easy prattle and society gossip which was all that Queen Marguerite's simple taste required from her companions. In Italy there is, of course, another crowned head to be thought oft eh venerable pontiff, Leo. He lives dally In the midst of the stateliest library in the world; the peer less "Vatican collections of priceless, an cient volumes have been for years his dally joy, and he has kept the great library up-to-date, personally seeing that no new book of zeal, first hand In im portance in any language of the world, be left unstocked. But of late years, it is said, the Pope has practically read lit tle that Is new. A Cardinal Camerlengo keeps him informed as to the latest re sults achieved in science and he big now departures in philosophical thought, but apart from the world, politics and the progress of the Catholic Church, few things interest tho venerable Bishop of Rome. His valet told a French Journalist the other day that the Pope kept by his bedside for constant perusal the works of Thomas Aquinas, St. Augustine's "City of God," the works of Virgil and the "Divine Comedy" of Dante. Besides these and his breviary he reads little or noth ing; he is an old man and feeble, his literary days are past. One of the most highly cultivated relgn- 1 lrg Princes In the world is a man scarce ly ever neara 01 in America or Europe Abbas Hllml-ths Khedive of Egypt. It Is, of course, an historical fict that of old all learning came out of Egypt but times have altered since the Greeks went to the Land of Sphinx to acquire their first training In philosophic thought, and one little expects to find great knowledge now In that degraded Turkish province ANSWE"RS cited by Judge Bean, In Thomas vs. Thomas, 24 Or., 235, though old are still true: "Give not thy son and wife, thy brother and friend, power over thee while thou llvest, and give not thy goods to another, lest It repent thee, and thou entreat for the same again. As long as thou llvest and hast breath in thee give not thyself over to any, for better it is that thy children seek to thee, than that thou shouldst stand to their cour tesy. In all thy works keep to thyself the pre-eminence, leave not a stain in thine honor. At the tlmo when thou shalt end thy days and finish thy life, distribute thine Inheritance." "Will MBt Be TVitnesjied. Can a man write his own will and file it away, or should it be witnessed and put on record to make it igal? L. R. A will need not be recorded. In Oregon It must be signed by two persons as wit nesses, whether written by the testator or b'y some one else. It Is 'never safe for a man not versed In the law to draw up his will. "When lawyers meet at banquet they never forget a toast to "the man who makes his own will." Irrigated Land. I understand you can give correct In formation in regard to Irrigating 'ditches in Eastern Oregon. If so, will you please toll trim If fhpv Are in nneration and if there 1 tny land, to be had alone or In under an English protectorate. It Is nono the less true that the young Khedive pos sesses one of the profouttdest minds of his day. He Is modern to the finger tips, but steeped also In the lore of old times, i highly skilled administrator under dif ficult conditions of international Interfer ence, but at the same time a dreamy Oriental philosopher and a minutely learned Egyptologist, capable of disput ing the family history of dead and gone Pharaohs with the profoundest of Ger man savants. The wild Arab tribes over whom his rule extends revere and fear Abbas Hllmi. In a downtown Syrian cafe of New York I have heard a dark-eyed ax-son of the desert solemnly declare that the Abbas ("Great Father") was a reincarna tion of Solomon, the mystic doctor of all Syrian and Arabian mythology. "He has the key of Solomon and the Solomon Magic, because he is Solomon's soul, Abbas Hllmi," asserted this newly nat uralized citizen, telling U3 at "Yousouf s" In Roosevelt street wild stories of the wondrous doings of the mighty Egyptian magician and Prince. The Syrians and the Arabians gathered there to smoke the perfumed nargilah together, and In the squalid new world cafe to tell stories of the old life of the mountain and of the desert, solemnly asserted before us cy nical newspaper Impressionists that he was the "Soul of Solomon, Abbas Kllral." He may not be that, but he Is a won derful man certainly one of the most learned and cultured that ever wielded princely power. He Is skilled In all the knowledge of the modern world, has in his palace in Cairo as fine a. library as any European capital except London pos sesses and turns readily from administra tive work concerning Irrigation and re bellious Arabs to grind like a university professor at the reconstruction of the past of Egypt, or at the deepest problems of modern thought. He has acaulred as much from the elevation of his character as from his practical administrative abil ity an Immense Influence over the turbu lent tribes of the North African Hinter land. They say of him In their meta phorical style, "You go Into his presence as a raging lion, and In his presence you become a cat." He- tames them by the magnetism of his lofty personality. Learned Prince of Monaco. Another learned prince is Prince Charles of Monaco. He draws his In come from the gilded hell of Monte Carlo "fattening on the ruin of the gam blers of the world," as an-Amerlcan divine put It In a memorable discourse but per sonally ho Is an estimable man, a slave to the curious conditions by which alone his little principality has been able to flourish. He has taken science for his playground. Is constantly reading German and English periodicals dealing with na ture research, and has himself Dubllshed ture treatises on astronomical questions and on various curious researches he has made Into tidal laws and into the flora and fauna of fhe sea. The Czar's devotion to literature treat ing of occultism, thought-reading, hypno tism and kindred subjects Is well known. The King of Greece is the most vora cious reader of French yellowbacks and has first editions of practically every nov el, good, bad or Indifferent, published In Paris for the last 30 years. He has them sent to him at Athens as soon as they appear. He may often be seen driving on a Summer afternoon down to Phalerlon with the carriage seat In front of him loaded with uncut volumes to be Judged at a glance and either filed away In the Immense book-room of the palace or kept at hand for reading In a few days. The Sultan r of-Turkeynever- reads any thlng.but state papersgahdthei'tvery few laudatory ' articles" uponhlmself ' which his diligent secretary now and then un earths In some foreign Journal. He has, however, a favorite daughter who is be ing educated In all the knowledge of the Giaour at Neullly, Just outside of the fortifications at Paris. The Turkish princess is being made a very up-to-date young girl, learns the piano and goes to the play; cultivates. In fact, every society "accomplishment, including the reading of the latest novel talked of in the Paris salons. People who have been presented to her say that she Is very charming and quite European In her ways of thought, but nbt particularly brilliant. Her ex tensive novel reading Is done out of a sense of duty. Leopold of Belgium Is another devotee of French novels; some times during his frequent visits to Paris one meets "the fine-looking, rathpr shady old king strolling on the boulevards with his latest "three francs fifty worth" of fiction staring conspicuously out of his capacious pockets. Queen of Ranmanin, The Queen of Roumanla. the brilliant writer whose clever stories of her pic turesque country have appeared in so many American magazines, has a collec tion of books dealing with the folk-lore of all countries. This specialized library Is reckoned the completest of its kind possessed by any one person; It Is cer tainly one of the very most beautiful. "Carmen Sylva" loves exquisite bindings and brings a refined artistic taste to the designing or choosing of choice cases for the cherished books. A well-known American litterateur, who spent some hours as the Queen's guest at Bucharest to give her some personally acquired de tails of the religious belief of our own Indians, tells mo that Carmen Sylva's library, for the mere richness of its bind ings, Is probably the most costly collec tion of purely modern books gathered to gether in one place. The Czar, by the way, shares the Roumanian Queen's love of dainty books; whenever he Is much, struck with the contents of'a new volume, he has It especially rebound In come rich mediaeval style and placed In his growing collection of favorites that he keeps in his personal apartments. During his latest visit to France he brought with him two volumes of French poetry the works Lnmartlne and of Victor Hugo which the French'attendants at Compelgne declared to have been the stateliest books' they had ever seen. Either Hugo or Lamartlne was found by his bedside every morning. "Whence we may conclude that, though Nicholas may be a worthy young man, he has the bad habit of reading In bed. STEPHEN AUSTIN. (Copyright 1002.) reach of the water. Also any other in formation In regard to tho matter will bo thankfully received. A. E. Eastern Oregon Is a pretty wide and varied country. There are numerous Ir rigating ditches In operation in it, and land is to be had under any of the ditches. If the inquirer means Govern ment land it may be said that there is none reached by the present ditches. Ir rigating works require the investment of considerable sums of money, and cap italists do not spend their money for the benefit of the public domain. By pur chase or through grants they first obtain control of the land, then invest their money in reclamation works, which make valuable the land that was previously worthless. There has recently been a good deal of activity by irrigation enter prises In the Deschutes Valley, and If they shall succeed there will be several large areas brought under water there and offered for sale on easy terms. A sim ilar project is under way in Harney County. To Various Corrcspeadents. A host of inquirers The "s" dime of 1S94 (not 1893) commands a high price from collectors. Klamath The highest flood in the Co lumbia was in June, 1594. Pioneer The Pioneers' reunion will be held June 1?, this year, the 15th ialllng on Sunday. ' J. P. The Sues canal was begun In 1559 and finished In tK9. I I "FOR THE SCRAP BOOK Coleridfre'R Hymn. (Before Minrise in the Vale of Chamouny.) Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So Ion? He seem3 to pause On thy bold, awful head. Oh sovran Blanc! The Arve and Arvelron at thy base Have ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Hlsest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around theo and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black. An ebon mass; methlnks thou piercest It, As with a wedge! But when I look again. It Is thine own calm home, thy costal shrine. Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee. Till thou, stll present to the bodily sense. Didst anlsh from my thought; entranced In praj er x 1 worshiped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody. So sveet. we know, not wo are listening to It. Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought. Yea, with my life and life's own secret Joy; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused. Into the mighty vision passing there An In her natural form, swell vast to heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest' not alone these swelling tears. Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake! Green hills and ley cliffs, all Join my hymn! Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale! Oh. struggling with the- darkness alt the night, And -visited all night by troops of stars. Or when they climb the sky or when they sink; Companion of the morning-star at dawn. Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn, Co-herald; wake. Oh. wake, and utter: palse! "Who sank thy sunless pillars deep fn earth? Who filled thy countenance w 1th rosy light? who made thee parent of perpetual streams? And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Who called you forth from night and utter death. From dark and Icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black. Jagged rocks, Fore-v er shattered and the same forever? Who gae jou our invulnerable life. Your strength, your speed, your fury and jour Joy. Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came). Here let the billows stiffen, and havo rest? Ye Ice-falls! je that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methlnks, that heard a mighty volco And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made jou glorious as. the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade tho sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flow ers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet7 God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations. Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! Sing je meadow-streams with gladsome o!ce! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they, too, ha e a voice, yon plies, of snow. And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal fro3t! Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest! Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain storm! Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of tho clouds! Ye signs and wonders of the element! Utter forth God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou, too, hoar-mounj ! with thy sky-pointing peaks, i Oft from whose feet the avalanche,unheard," Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the deoth of clouds that veil thy breast Thou, "too, again, stupendous mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow traveling with dim eyes suffused with tears. Solemnly seemest, like a -vapory cloud. To rise before me Rise, Oh. ever rise. Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the earth! Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills. Thou dread embassador from earth to heaven, Great hlerarch! tell thou the silent sky. And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun. Earth, with her thousand voices, praises Godt O Soft Spring: Aim. Come up. come up, O soft Spring airs. Come from jour silver-lining seas. Where all day long you toss the wave Above the low and palm-plumed keys! Forsake the spicy lemon groves. The balms and blisses of the South, And blow across the longing land , The breath of your delicious mouth. Come from the almond bough you stir. The mjrtle thicket where jou elgh; Oh, leae the nightingale, for hora The robin whistles far and nigh! For here the violet in the wood Thrills with the fullness jou shall take. And wrarped away from life and love The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake. For here in reed and rush and grass. And tiptoe in the dusk and dew. Each sod of the brown earth aspires To meet the sun the sun and jou. Then come, O fresh Spring airs, once more Create the old delightful things. And woo the frozen world again With filnts of heaven upon your wings! Mrs. Harriet Prescott Spofford. TH E OUTCASTS OF POKEK ; FLAT (CONTINUED the snowflakes were sifted oier the land. Day by day closer around them drew the snowy circle, until at. last they looked front their prison over drifted walls of dazzling white that towered 20 feet above their heads. It became more and more difficult to replenish their fires, even from the fallen trees beside them, now half hidden In the drifts. And yet no one com plained. The lovers turned from the dreary prospect and looked Into each oth er's eyes and were happy. Mr. Oakhurst settled himself coolly to the losing game before him. The Duchess, more cheerful than she had been, assumed the care of PInej'. Only Mother Shlpton, once the strongest of the party, seemed to sicken and fade. At midnight on the tenth day she called Oakhurst to her side. "I'm going." she said, in a voice of querulous weakness, "but don't say anything about It. Don't waken the kids. Take the bundle from under my head and open It." Mr. Oakhurst did so. It contained Mother Shlpton's rations for the last week, un touched. "Give 'cm to the child," she said, pointing to the sleeping PIney. "You've starved jourself," said the gam bler. "That's what they call it," said the woman, querulously, as she lay down again, and, turning her face to the wall, passed quietly away. The accordion and the bones were put aside that day, and Homer was forgot ten. "When the bodj- of Mother Shlpton had been committed to the snow, Mr. Oakhurst took the Innocent aside and showed him a pair of sriowshoes which he had fashioned from an old pack-saddle. "There's one chance In a hundred to sa.ve her yet," he said, pointing to Plney, "but It's there," he added, pointing to Poker Flat. "If you can reach there In two days she's safe." "And you?" asked Tom Sim son "I'll stay here," was the curt reply. The lovers parted with a long embrace. "You are not going, too?" said the Duch ess, as she saw Mr. Oakhurst apparently waiting to accompany him. "As far as the canyon." he replied. He turned sud denly and kissed the Duchess, leaving her pallid lace aflame and her trembling limbs rigid with amazement. Night came, but not Mr. Oakhurst. It brought the storm again, and the whirling snow. Then the Duchess, feeding the fire, found that Bome one had quietly piled be side the hut enough fuel to last a few days longer. The tears rose to her eyes, but she hid them from Plney. The women slept but little. In the morn ing, looking Into each other's faces, they read their fate. Neither spoke; but Plney, A accepting tho position of the stronger. Spring". Spring, with that nameless pathos in the air. Which dwells with all things fair, Spring, with her golden suns and sliver raliXt Is with us once again. Out in the lonely woods the Jasmine burns Its fragrant lamps, and turns Into a rojal court with green festoons The banks of dark lagoons. In the deep heart of every forest tree The blood is all aglee. And there's a look about the leafless bowers As If they dreamed of flowers. Yet still on every side we trace the hand Of Winter in the land. . Sae where the maple reddens on the lawn. Flushed by the season's dawn; Or where, like those strance semblances we And That ago to childhood bind. The elm puU on, as If Nature's scorn. The brown of Autumn corn As jet the turf is dark, although jou know That, not a span below, A thousand seems are groping through the gloom. And soon will burst their tomb. In gardens jou may note, amid the dearth. The crocus breaking earth; And near the snowdrop's tender white and green The violet in Its screen. But many gleams and shadows need must pas Along tho budding grass. And weeks go by, before the enamored South Shall kiss the rose's mouth. Still, there's a sense of blossoms jet unborn In the sweet airs of morn; One almost looks to see the very street Grow purple at hjs feet. At times a fragrant breeze comes floating by. And brings, jou know not whj, A feeling as when eager crowds await Before a palace gate. Some wondrous pageant; and jou scarce would start. If, from a beech's heart A blue-ejed Drjad, stepping forth, should say, "Behold me! I am JIaj!" Henry Tlmrod. 0 Lines to Sp rin sr. I heard a thousand blended notes While in a groo I sat reclined. In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grleed mj- heart to think What Man has made of Man. Through primrose turfs, in that sweet bovver The periwinkle trail'd Its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjojs the air It breathes. The birds around me hopp'd and plaj'd. Their thoughts I can not measure But the least motion which they made It seem'd." a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan To catch the breezj air. And I must think, do all I can. That there was .pleasure there. If this belief from hea. en Is pent. If suchrbe Nature's holj plan. Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man? Wordsworth. Strnnsers Yet. Strangers jet! After years of life together, After fair and stormj weather. After travel In far lands After touch of wedded, hand", " Why thus joined? Why ever met If they must be strangers jet? Strangers jet! After strife for common ends. After title of "old friends," After passions fierce and tender. After cheerful stU-surrender, Hearts may beat and ejes be me.. And tho souls be strangcra jet. Strangers jet! Oh! the bitter thought to scan All the loneliness of man: Nature by magnetic laws. Circle unto circle draws, But they onlj touch when met, Never mingle strangers jet. Lord Houghton. LonKffellow. The winds hae talked with him confidingly; The trees have whispered to him. and the night Hath held him gently as a mother might, And taught him all sad tones of melody; The mountains hae bowed to him, and tho sea, In clamorous waes and murmurs exquisite. Hath told him all her sorrow and delight Her legends fair her darkest mjsterj. His erse blooms like a flower, night and day; Bees cluster round, his rhjmes. and twitterings. Of lark and swallow. In an endless Maj-, Are mingling with the tender songs he sings. Nor shall he cease to sing In everj" lay Of Nature's voice he sings nnd will alway. James Whltcomb Riley. FROM PAGE 23) drew near and placed her arm around the Duchess waist. They kept this attitude for the rest 6f the day. That night the storm reached Its greatest fury, and, rend ing asunder the protecting pines, invaded the very hut. Toward morning they found themselves unable to feed the fire, which gradually died away. As the embers slowly black ened, the Duchess crept closer to Plney and broke the silence of many hoursi "Plney, can you pray?" "No, dear." said Piney, simpl The Duchess, without knowing exactly why, felt relieved, and. putting her head upon Plney's shoulder, spoke no more. And so reclining, the younger and purer pillowing the head of her soiled sister upon her virgin breast, they fell asleep. The wind lulled as If It feared to waken them. Feathery drifts of snow, shaken from the long pine boughs, flew like whlte-w Inged birds and settled about them as they slept. The moon through the rift ed clouds looked. down upon what had been the camp. But all human stain, all trace of earthlv travail, was hidden be neath the spotless mantle mercifully flung from above. They slept all that day and the next, nor did they waken when voices and foot steps broke the silence of the camp. And when pitying lingers brushed the snow from their wan faces you could scarcely have told from the equal peace that dwelt upon them which was she that had sinned. Even the law of Poker Flat recognized this and turned away, leaving them still locked In each other's arms. But at the head of the gulch, on one of the largest pine trees, they found the deuce of clubs pinned to the bark with a bowie-knife. It bore the following, writ ten In pencil, in a firm hand: Beneath this Treo Lies the Body of JOHN OAKHURST. Who Struck a Streak of Bad Luck on the 23d of November. 1850, and Handed in His Checks on the 7th December, 1SC-0. i And pulseless and cold, with a derringer by his side and a bullet In his heart, though still calm as In life, beneath the snow lay he who was at once the strong est and yet the weakest of the outcasts of Poker Flat. (Copyright Houghton, Mifflin & Co.)