UK DID HIS LEVEL BEST.
No matter il his skin be black,
Or i! his skin be white,
He is a man of honest heart,
Provided he is right.
Though lowly be his task on earth,
His future will be blest,
While others reached to highest aim
He did his level best.
No civic honors may attend
The tiller ol the soil.
No grand ambition win him from
The paths of common toil.
Yet when the silken cord is cut,
And he lays down to refit,
The chaplet fame nor grander is
He did his level best.
Though humblest soldier in the ranks
Promotion does not meet,
May shame the man of golden bars,
Win victory from defeat;
Though laid away in shallow trench,
Arms folded on his breast,
Man's verdict is not history
He did his level best.
God bless the man of lowly lot,
Who swetens life with toil.
Who eats the bread that's honest won
Amid the great turmoil.
No poet pen may sing his praise
When he is laid to rest;
An epitaph more worthy is,
"He did his level best!"
BLUE BUNDLES.
Mrs. Brown stepped on board the
train with a tiny blue bundle in her
arms, holding it with a careful tender
ness which showed what an exceeding
ly precious little bundle it was.
It was so muffled up in its long blue
cloak that not a particle of it was vis
ible, but who saw it knew that it
was a baby, the baby of all the world
to the fond maternal heart to which
it was held so closely.
The car was rather crowded, but
near the farther end sat a lady, who
together with her' baby and various
boxes and parcels, occupied two seats,
said seats being turned so that they
faced each other.
On perceiving Mrs. Brown looking
around with an air of perplexity, and
taking especial note of the animated
bundle, that was the exact counter
part of her own, this lady, whose
name was also Brown, moved the par
cels on the opposite seat, so as to
make room for her, a courtesy that
Mrs. Brown number one smilingly ac
knowledged as she seated herself.
The twobabies were evidently about
the same age, and attired in long
cloaks of the same color and texture.
For the purpose of challenging the
admiration of the other and taking
mental notes, the two mothers care
fully uncovered the heads of their re
spective treasures.
The little creatures laughed and
cooed at each other in their baby
fashion, while each mother looked
smilingly on her own and then at the
other.
With this bond of sympathy between
them the two began to converse, nat
urally entering upon the apparently
inexhaustible field of their maternal
cares and duties.
Mrs. Brown number one volunteered
the information that she was going on
a visit to her folks, who had never
seen "baby," enlarging enthusiastical
ly on the pleasure that -"grandpa"
"grandma," its "aunties," and "Un
cle Bob" would experience onibehold
ing the sweet little cherub.
In return Mrs. Brown number two
remarked the fact that she was just
returning from a visit to 'flier folks,"
and that she expected to meet her
husband a few stations beyond.
She dilated upon his paternal rap
tures at again seeing "baby," from
whom he had been separated' nearly
three weeks, growing eloquent' on the
subject of the marvelous chances and
improvements which had taken place
in that most remarkable child.
In the meantime the babies fell
asleep, and by the two ladies sitting
together a couch for both wasi impro
vised on the opposite seat.
Both time and cars spedevwiftly, and
Mrs. Brown number one was in the
midst of an interesting recital of the
tince that baby nearly died with the
croup, when the conductor shouted:
''Sterling Center!"
With an ejaculation of surprise She
sprong to her fe?t, and taking up one
of the blue bundles, hurried-out.
She found Bob on the platform wait
ing for her.
As he helped her into the cutterhe
offered to take "baby," but the air
waskeen and frosty, and Mrs. Brown
preferred to keep it under. Ler warm
cloak.
Bat when she reached the house she
surrendered the blue bundle to the
happy and laughing group that gath
ered eagerlv around her.
Chilled by her long ride, Mrs. Brown
was glad to draw near the blaiingfire,
upon which Bob had heapeit fresh
fuel.
Thenrthere was the nice hot aupper,
for whVrfh her long fast had given her a
keen appetite, and which was prolong
ed by thei numberless questions that
had to Jae.asked and answered.
In the meantime "baby" had Ibeen
carried fc "grandma's room' ' baby's
great- grandma to be duly admired
and conunMiited on.
It now raasde its appearance in .the
.arms of the .-eld lady, surrounded .by
:a bevy of atoiring aunts.
"La, child! J thought you wrote
teas a boy?"
"And so it is, -grandma." aid Mrs..
sown from wbem "baby" washiddes
W.4lip fnnna t-.hsti, nrrniinrled.
'"Phoebe Jan! what air you talkin' S
ai? exclaims! the indignant old
lad:. "Do you .thank that I've raised
fourtesn of 'em an"' never lostone, and
don't iknow a boy from a gal baby?"
Hero she astonished mother caught
a glimpse of the little ereature, who
clad in it night-dress, was staring
wonderingly around.
With a sudden screech she sprang to
her feet.
"Mercy on us! I took the wrong
baby!"
It was sometime before Mrs. Brown's
excitement and agitation would allow
her to give a coherent and intelligible
explanation of these mysterious
words.
When she did. Bob was dispatched
at once to the depot.
The train had gone of coursejneither
was any expected from either way un
til morning. So all he could do was to
telegraph to the different stations be
yond, and to "baby's" father.
As might be expected, the pool
mother was nearly frantic, and would
have been quite so had it not been for
the consoling idea, so earnestly dwelt
upon by her sympathizing friends,
"that the lady must have found out
the mistake ere this, and was probably
as anxious to get her baby back at
she was to get hers."
The early morning train brought
Mr. Brown, if less agitated, quite as
much distressed at heart as his wife.
After a hasty consultation the two
determined to take the baby and start
out in the same direction taken by the
strange lady, hoping to find some
clew to her name and whereabouts.
When they reached the station the
train wanted some minutes of being
due.
Mrs, Brown went into the "ladies
room," but her husband remained
outside, walking restlessly up and
down the platform.
At the farther end a man was stand
ing talking to a lady in a carriage,
whose dress only was visible.
As he regarded him more attentive
ly he sprang forward.
Why, Cousin Jonn, is inat reoiij
you.'
The sober face of the man addressed
brightened into a smile as he turned
round.
"How do you do, Cousin WUll ne
responded, with a hearty shake -of the
hand. "I didn't know you lived at
Sterling?"
"I don't. My wife's people live here;
and she's here on a visit. I thought
you lived in Boston?"
"Sol do," replied Mr. John Brown,
his countenance sobering as he recol
lected the errand that brought him
there. "But the oddest, most unfor
tunate tning has happened. We've
lost our baby. My wife lost it on the
train yesterday "
Here the lady in the carriage, who
had a blue bundle in her arms, thrust
her head forward.
Just then Mrs. Brown made her ap
pearance on the platform, she also
having a blue bundle.
There was a simultaneous recog
nition. The two mothers rushed to
ward each other, and in the twinkling
of an eye the blue bundles changed
hands.
This was followed by an outburstof
joy, ejaculations, and endearments
from both parties, and which was
finally broken upon by the two cousins,
who joining in a laugh ot mingled re
lief and merriment at the turn affairs
had taken, now stepped forward to
introduce their respective wives.
The result was that Mr. and Mrs.
John Brown went home witfa their
newly discovered cousins, where they
spent the day, and which was none
the less happy because of the fright
and trouble from which it so curious
ly sprang.
All parties appeared to be -well sat
isfied, with the exception of Bob, who,
turning up his nose, inquired what all
the fuss was about? and if one baby
wasn't as good as another? adding,
I that for his part he could never see
any difference in them.
Upon which the indignant -mothers
joined in the mutwal declaration that
it Bob was once married, and was so
fortunate as to own a real live baby
(which he didn't deserve by no man
ner of means) , he -would be able to see
the difference.
An opinion t wihich many lady
readers will give a hearty-concurrence.
New York Daily News.
A. CONFEDERATE BATTERY.
Another Story About Ferdinand i
Ward.
A wealthy resident of some pros- j
perous New Esgland city -called on
Ward one day with a note of intro- j
duction from a mutual friend. In the
coarse of conversation he remarked
that he had some money to invest,
and asked Ward if he couldn't tell
him of some chance to put it where it j
would bring him .a good -margin ol
profit.
Ward said he really didn't know ot
anything just then. He himself had
more money taban he knew what to do
with, and besides he was too busy
with some big scheme of his own to
go into any outside speculation. Of
course this only whett ed the New Eng
land man's appetite for investment,
and in the course of half an hour he
induced the famous financierto accept
his check for $58,000 to be used
in one of the -"blind 100013" 'f which
Grant & Ward made a specialty.
Three or four months later the New
England man appeared again. By that
time Ward had entirely forgotten him
and his check, and it was with great
difficulty that he coald recall has name
and the amount of kis investment.
"I believe there's something due you,"
he said, after a brief conversation.
'Taking down a large ledger he made
some brief calculations, and then ob
served with a pleasant smile, "The
amount credited to you on our books
i $102,764." Then to tiae bookkeep
er, "Mr. Jones, will you kindly draw a
check to Mr. Herkjns'sor(ierfor$102,-764?"
w&rk
The Boy Cannoneers of Biclimond.
The Parker Battery (Confederate)
Association, of Richmond, Va., have
made a good selection of a historian.
The battery was largely composed of
boys, who required written permission
from their parents to enlist. It was
organized in tne spring of 1862, and
after service, East and West, saw the
last of the war at Appomattox. Its
storv is given to the world in a book
in which the lights and shades of war
are genuinely 'mingled. The realities
of fighting and marching with a bat
tery are doubtless as graphically pic
tured here as in any volume to be
found. The author was not a seces
sionist, and his mother wept when
she saw the flag of the United States
hauled down in Richmond. He en
listed, however, because he was a Vir
ginian, a distinction that in turn
would have given trouble to the
Southern Confederacy if it had suc
ceeded in its war for separation. The
boy battery had its baptism by fire
at the second battle of Manassas,
where it was posted in aline of eighteen
guns between Jackson and Longstreet.
The guns broke one of the most
dangerous of the Union infantry
charges, that of Porter with about
five thousand men. The fight at this
point lasted half an hour. Lee had
placed the guns so thickly there that
the cannoneers almost elbowed each
other. "Every man was at his post.
No talking; no ducking of heads. All
was intense earnestness. The face
was flushed; the eyes full; and the arm
stronger than is wont. It was a strug
gle for life. It seemed that the very
heavens were ablaze; or that two
clouds, surcharged with electricity
and wafted by opposing winds, had
met. in terrific struggle."
The battery had several men wound
ed in that battle. At Antietam it
passed through a fearful ordeal, losing
fu-pntv-nnp men in killed and wound
ed. When the Confederate army fell
back across the Potomac at Sheperds
town the author noticed General Lee
standing at the ford giving directions
even to teamsters. soon aner mai
campaign the living in the Confederate
army became less elaborate. Only
commissioned officers had servants
The commissary issued little except
fresh beef.
The battery had but one man wound
ed at the battle of Fredericksburg
During the following winter, the Con
Federates had many amusements m
their winter-camp. The private
soldiers fought snow-ball battles; but
one 01 their most rensnea aiversious,
was to veil &z citizens in tall hats
"Come down out of that tall hat, and
join the soldier-boys, and help whip
the Yanks," was the cry. A hundred
voices would take up the shout with
"come down! come down! I know you
are up there, I see your legs."
The author was captured, with
about a third ot his company, by
Sedgwick's charge at Chancellorsville.
The prisoners were treated well, and
in three weeks, having been exchanged,
were back at the front.
At Gettysburg, Parker's battery was
among the seventy-five guns with whieh
Lee rained iron upon the Union posi
tion as a prelude t Pickett's great
charge upon the heights. Lee's artil
lery suffered heavily, during this bom
bardment, and expended nearly all
their amuninion. Parker's battery
alone fired 1,142 rounds. Its loss
was three killed, and ten wounded.
The retreat from Gettysburg was be
criin in torrents of rain, but Lee's army
. - . ,, 1 3 J ..4.
was oeia wen in nana, aim pureun m
it, even by fresh troops, could not
have been pushed rapidly.
When Longstreet was ordered to
Georgia, Parker'-s Battery went with
the two divisions, but did not arrive
in time to take nart in the battle of
Cbickamauga. The battery was post
ed on Lookout Mouutain for a time.
A Union nicket in front of them was
heard one nieht to remark that
things went wrong at Chickamauga,
but "as soon asLongstreet goes away
we'll give you the d dest whipping
voh ever had in vour life. Ihe bat
terv moved with Longstreet to East
Tennessee, where the living was hard
and the fighting without tangible re
sults. More than that, the Conteder
ates were for the first time hostile.
The men of the region were either hid
den in the mountains or were in the
Union army. The women were spirit
ed, not to say saucy. During an -engagement
near Bean's Station a wem
an came out of a house and ordered
the Parker gunners to "move them
things out of my yard." At this mo
ment a gunner's leg was struck by a
piece of shell, and his pocket book
thrown out unom the ground. He
said: "Well, I" allways thought the
Yankees were mighty smart fellows,
but I didn't think they could pick a
fellow's pocket a mile off." It was
not considered safe for a Con
federate to slee in an East
Tennessee cabin about that time.
The battery returned to Lee on the
Rapidan and rsmained with him to
the close of the war. In the Wilder
ness artillery could not be used,
and the battery was not engaged.
"During this campaign, when the inces
sant fighting and marching had truned
night into day, anfl we had hardly
time to -eat, we werejjoined by the bat
talion f heavy infantry which had
been stationed for a llong time in the
defense line of Richmond. They bad
seen no active service, and one 01 our
dad?' General Lee, roused from hi:
reverie, looked up, and, in a kindly
sad voice, answered, 'Howdy do, my
man?' and rode on."
In the campaign around Petersburg
the Confederacy ordered out the last
reserves. They came in citizens'
clothes, and looked so rueful thai
their presence was discouraging. 000
for men was scarce, ana tne norbe:-
gnawed the trees in their hunger and
died by hundreds. On the night ot
April 2, 1865, the battery cautiously
moved awav from the work it had
occupied so long, and plodded west m
the darkness along melancholy swamp
roads. In the morning it reached
Chesterfield Courthouse. Explosions
in the rear told that Richmond had
fallen. After an hour's rest the bat
tery toiled on again. That night some
of the company was missing, and the
Captain made a speech urging his men
to be true to the last. The Union
cavalry swooped in like Cossacks here
and there in tne retreating lines, Lith.
ing each time a few men and wagons,
and perhaps a gun. In one of these
dashes the author was captured be
fore he or his comrades had a chance
to pull a lanyard.
This faithful little history abounds
in sentiment, descriptive passages and
anecdotes, as well as purely military
facts. The author, though not a
preacher, had a pious training, and
sometimes acted as chaplain. Before a
battle soldiers often came to
him to talk religion, and to
tell him they had just been
converted. At Gettysburg, during a
lull m the firing, one of his battery com
rades informed him that ne naa ieit a
spiritual change. There was a m arked
reform in this convert "until we were
pleasantly encamped somewhat re-
mrvt-.fi trom tne enemy, uui iiou lunei.
Laugh as we may after the war about
the noisy artillery, ana now iillio il
wn.s feared comDared with the cold
gleam of the infantry bayonet and the
ilenfilv whiz of theminie, Iconfessthat
to my ear there was something mourn-
fullv suggestive in tne Dooming ui cu
non and shrieking of shell. The mime
mav hit. and the object of its wrath
may live to tell the tale; but when the
solid shot or bursting shells find their
victim, it generally leaves him a disor
dered mass of quiveringflesh."
The author at the end is able to avow
his belief in the indestructability of the
right, and to say, "Perish the wrong,
whether hid beneath Southern gray or
Nnrthern blue." The book has nine
heliotype portraits of officers.
servable in the southwestern horizon
xite past two nights doubtless has been
jaused by the eruption.
SHERMAN'S PROSE POEM
And How
It has Been
Verse.
Rendered Into
THE LOVE OP MONET.
ARKELL'S STRANGE STORY.
Going Through a
Sea of
Killed.
Fire But Mot
Headquarters Fifteenth Army Corps, 1
Camp on Big Black River,
August 8, 1863. J
Hon. E. If. Stanton, Secretary of War.
Sik: I take the liberty of asking
through you that something be done
or a lad named Arion P. Howe, of
Waukegan, 111., who belongs to the
Fifty-fifth Illinois, but at present at
home wounded. I think he is too
A TTt 1 II " . 1 i 1 1 T .
young ior w est jroint, out woum uu
the very thing ior a miasnipman.
When the assault at Vicksburgwas
at its height, on the 19th of May, and
was in front near the road which
formed my line of attack, this young
lad came up to me, wounded and
bleeding, with a good healthy boy's
t. "General Sherman, send some
cartridges to Col. Malmborg, the men
are nearly out." " w nat is tne mas
ter, my boy? iney snot me m tue
leg, sir; but I can go to the hospital.
Send the cartridges right away."
V.ven where we stood the shot
fell thick, and I told him
to go to the rear at once, I would at- j
tend to the catridges; and off he limp- j
el Just, heforehe disappeared on !
the hill he turned, and called as loud
as he could "Calibre 54." I have not
seen the lad since, and his colonel
( Malmborgl on inquiry, gives me the
address as above, and says he is a
bright, intelligent boy, with a fair pre
liminary education.
What arrested my attention tnen
was ana what reneweu my mnuuij
of the fact now is that one so young,
carrying a musket ball through his leg,
should have found his way to me or
that fatal spot, and delivered his mes
sage, not forgetting the very impor
tant part even of the calibre of his
musket 54 which you know is an
unusual one.
I'll warrant that the boy has mhim
the elements of the man, and I com
mend him to the Government as one
worthy the fostering care of some
one of its national institutions. I
am, with respect, your obedient ser
vant, W. T. Sherman,
Major General Commanding.
CALIBRE FIFTY-FOUR.
UnWl .almlir fmflOTfirl L . h 1 S
again, while his visitor sat gasping for boys asked a private this battalion
, . .ul. j 1 i i 1 1. ... . 1 1 .1 ot-ow with na
breath. In the language of Che day ttie
visitor was "paralized." It was some
time before he could control bimseK
sufficiently to ask if there waei t any
chance for him to remvest his aarvoney
and doiuble it again; but Ward didn't
seem anxious, and at Jast the stranger
took his departure, gt his check eerti
iied at the Marine Bamk, and returned :
to his native town. Tbnee days after
he walked into Ward's office in com- j
pny with four of the wealthiest of his
townsmen. He had his certified check
the same one Ward had given him
in his pocket, and his friends were sup
plied with cheeks of their own. They I
succeeded in inducing the financier to
hnvr lnnr rthev would StaV With US
'I don't kmow,' was uhe sincere reply;
'but we can't stay over Sunday any
how, for we didn't bring any clean
clothes with us.' "
"Soon after the battle of Cold Har
bor, on the 3d of June, 164, I saw
General Lee. He was ridiog slowly
past our battalion, which had halted
on the roadside- He was apparently
in deep abstraction, his head slightly
bowed, and eyes Beeniing not to range
beyond his horse's mane. He himself
was probably thea in doubt as to the
next move f his great antagonist.
There was in the battalion a simple-
wit.tfirl fellnw mcfcnamea possum
accent about $350,000 for investment 1 This man planted himself in front ot
.I 1!.. 1 it mi i
in anotner "Diina pooi. mac was
exactly one week bofora the failure of
Grant & Ward.
General Lee, and, looking up into his
face, grinned and said. 'Howdy do,
Saratoga Correspondence New York World
One of the most active of the men
darting in and out of various con
ferences was W. J. Arkell, the pub
blisher of the Albany Journal, ana a
new force in Mohawk V alley pontics.
He is very earnest m his advocacy ot
the claims of Joseph W. Drexel. Mr.
Arkell, who is only 31 years of age,
has a most remarkable history. He
is the son of Senator Arkell. Me was
in his father's factory when he was J.
years ot age, at tne moment 01 a ter
rible gasoline explosion. The work-
roan who was with young Arseii was
blown out of sight. Not enough was
left of him to be gathered together for
identification. Young Arkell, who did
not lose consciousness, covered his
mouth and eyes and made a dash for
the door. The building in which this
explosion took place became filled
at once with a black smoke. The
boy butted his way with his
head through five doors, going
literally through fire. In this
passage he became frightfully burned.
The time of the accident was winter.
When he finally reached the outer air
he rolled ki the snow and left in the
snow the front and back of tooth his
hands and the covering of miach of the
lower part of his face. He was burn
ed so hopelessly that the doctor for a
longtime despaired of him. Senator
Arkell, who was on one of the upper
floors of the building when the explo
sion took place, escaped by dropping
from a window down a fall of twenty
five feet upon a strip of bare rock.
His son was in bed for tw-o years.
His face was so badly burned that it
was impossible for the natural -skin
to recover it. His hands were equally
afflicted. Senator Arkell discovered
in his readings experiments in the way
of transplanting skin from one per
son to another. He asked the sur
geons in charge of his son to try this
experiment. The result was one of
the most interesting known in the
history of surgery. Upon the face of
young Mr. Arkell there were trans
planted 856 pieces of skin from the
arms of various people. The result is
that his face was entirely built up, so
that to-day, whilehe bears very heavy
scars, he yet looks very well consider
ing what he has been through. He
has indomitable courage and pluck,
and aspires to a high position as a
publisher of newspapers.
A Sierra Volcano.
From the Virginia CSt-y (Nev.) Chronicle.
News reached Candelaria from
Bishop Creek that avoleano had burst
forth in the mountains sixty miles
southwest of Bishop Creek. A party
of frightened sheep-herders rode into
the latter place. They were covered
with dust and ashes and had numerous
holes burned in their clothing. They
reported that they werestartledby an
unusual rumbling noise and trembling
of the ground. At first they wistook
the noise and rumbling for thunder,
but it was quickly followed by a tre
mendous explosion, and on looking tip
thev were appalled at seeing a mountain
not far away belching forth a column
of flames and smoke several hundred
feet in height. The air was soon filled
with fiery cinders and hot ashes which
came down upon them in clouds.
The affrighted men immediately
drove their sheep to a place of safety
and rode to the nearest settlement
with the startling news. Several par
ties have started from Candelaria and
Bishop Creek for the scene of the erup
tion, which is near the deserted town
of Mammoth, recently described in the
Chronicle. The bright pink glow ob-
"Say, General, say!" the courier said
(A boy of thirteen years),
"Our regiment's scant o! powder and lead;
Most out the Colonel fears.
The men, they have held the ground, while I
This message swiftly bore.
Be quick, and send 'em a fresh supply!
It's a calibre fifty-four."
"Now you are young," the General said,
"To run bo stern a race;
Some older man might come instead,
Through such a dangerous place."
"They couldn't be spared," the boy began;
"I'm the youngest of the corps;
And so but, say, be quick old man!
It's acalibre fifty-four."
"Now yoor hurt," the Generalsaid;
"There's blood here on your breast.
Go back to the rear and take by bed,
And have some needful rest."
"Not much!" said the boy, with half-ind
sneer;
"I can't be spared no more;
My regiment's nowhere nigh the rear1
It's calibre fifty four."
"Butwhere'syour-horse?" the General said;
"Aioot you cannot be?"
"Oh, a cannon ball tore off his head,
And didn't come far from me;
And bullets warbled round, you bet
(One tbrough my right arm tore);
But I'm a horse, and colt to letl
I'm calibre fifty-four."
"Your parents, boy?" the General said;
"Where are they? dead it seems."
"Oh, they are what the world calls dead,
But come to me in dreams;
They tell me to be brave alway,
As father was before.
Then mother kisses me but, sayl
It's a calibre fifty-four."
"They'll soon be here," the General said,
"Those cartridges you claim;
My staff's best horse you'll ride, instead
Of that on which you came."
Away the boy, his spurs sharp set,
Across the field of gore.
Still shouting back, "Now don't forget!
It's calibre fifty-four."
Will Carleton in Harper's Weekly.
The Georgia Philosopher Moralizes on
Common Human Weakness.
I knew a hard-working man, says Bill'
Arp in the Atlanta Constitution, who
was so anxious to get ah?ad that h
stinted his family and invested part oi
his earnings in the Louisiana lottery f 01
five years and never drew but $10. He
told me he had lost $500 that way, and
every time he saw the list published of
the lucky men who drew the prizes it
fired him up and he tried it again.
Sometimes I wish Uncle Jubal and Gen.
Beauregard would tote fair and publish
a list of them fellows who didn't draw
anything. But I reckon that would be
so long and occupy so many columns
in the newspapers they couldn't afford
it.
It is just human I know to want mora
money than we have got, especially if
we are hard run and live on a strain.
1 want more myself and if I was to find
$100 in the road I couldn't help hoping
that the owner would never miss it, and-1
never call for it. Just like a boy who'
finds a pocket-knife and feels like it is
his, but that sort of money is not as sol
id and satisfactory as money we work
for. I know an old preacher who had
$10, and his son had $10, and the young
man went down to Atlanta and took all.
the money to buy some things, and lie
came across a wheel of fortune and saw z
fellow win $10 just as easy, and so ha
was persuaded to try his luck, and,
sure enough, he won $10, and it hope
him up mightily, and he tried it again
and won some more, and he kept on
until he had won $50 and become a fooL
for right than his luck changed and he
lost it all and his $10, and his daddy's-
on r$10 besides, and he had to borrow $1,50
to get home on, and like to have perishea
.to death in the bargain. Well, he be-
longed to the church, and they had him
: np and tried him, and he made a clean
i breast and toJd how he was overtaken
1 and tempted, and how he went on and
! on until he made $50 clean. "And
right there," said the old man, is whai
John's sin begun. If he had stopped
right there it would have been all right,
I but like a fool he went on and on to de
1 Bfmntinn. "Well. John wasn't such a.
dreadful sinner after all, for he wantece
the monev to buy something to please
the old folks. But money don't coma
that easy ery often. I know a mso.
who has been kept on a strain for five
years working out his losses on cotton
futures. Sometimes luck runs along
with a man for ten years and more, and
that makes him vain and he thinks his
judgment is infallible and snddenly he
collapses like Seney ana r.nouu jxwi
No money is safe except that made by
honest men.
A Fow'ful lecture on Temper
ance. From the Foxboro Reporter.
Two colored barbers, one an old man
and the other ayoung one. Theyoung
one took off his apron and started out
ot the door.
"Yo's gwan to get a drink, Jim?"
asked the elder.
"Dat's what I's gwan to do."
"Go and git yo' drink. I yoost ter
do de same ting when I wuz young.
When I wuz fust married dah was a
gin-mill next door to the shop wha' I
wucked, and I spent in it fifty and
sebenty cents a day outen de dollah
an' ahalf Ieahned. Well, onemawnin'
I went into de butchah shop, and who
should come in but de man wat kep'
de likker shop."
"Gib me ten or twelve pounds po'ter
house steak,' he said.
"He got it and went out. I sneaked
up to de butchah and looked to see
what monev I had lef.
'"What do you wan'?'" said the
butchah.
" 'Gib me 10 cents wuf of libber,' wuz
my remark.
"It wuz all I could pay fur. Now yo'
go and get yo' drink. You'll eat libber
but de man wat sells yo' de stuff wil
have his po'terhouse steak. De mar
behin' de bar eats po'terhouse-d,
man in front eats libber. I ain't
touched the stuff in thirty years, an' I
am eatin' po'terhouse myself."
The Girls and Tight Lacing.
A girl, who has just returned from
London, tells me that, in the Health
Exhibition there, one of the exhibits
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was meant to aepict me uunu uu.
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lacing. A wazen ngure was suujwjmsu,
for the purpose of divulging the secrets
of the ladies' torture chamber, to a- com
nression to girth which a woman
may, with proper self-respect, measure
around the waist. The sufferings of.
the dummy, maudioie, save ior wu
creaking of the machinery, which in
the forcible compression of the waisfc
might well be mistaken for groans, were
quite terrible in their realism, but the
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curmudgeons who take corsets as a text
for sermons against us are left vary
tar oenina. injuriously iigun oLjuoezms
of the waist is rare indeed, nowadays.
"The coming man and woman," saidl
Dr. Dio Lewis, "will be just as large aif
the waist as at any other part of the
body." Did he ever see a Fiji Island
woman ? I have. She had never been
compressed by so much as a calico
wrapper, and yet her waist had a good
ly taper to it. Pretty soon Lewis will
be demanding legs as big at the ankles
as at the calves. And when that same
ness of outline is producea Dy oigness
of ankle rather than smallness of
calf, I hope he will be satisfied for
surely the owner won't. Cincinnati
! Enquirer.
"The Future of the Negro."
"In the last number of the North
American Review "The Future of the
Negro" is presented by nine contribu
tors. Mr. Charles A. Gardiner looks
upon "forcible deportation" of the ne
gro" of the negro as impracticable. He
says: "Amalgamation in the south is
and in actual tro-
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cess of fulfillment. Hence the whites
must either amalgamate with negroes,
or they must migrate from the south, or
they must remain an inferior element
and submit to negro supremacy." Mr.
J. F. Morgan believes that the "free
states of the CoDgo open to the Ameri-
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can negru uia mou -
prove himself worthy of the
w.ui anfl niv-i izar.ion wiin wuicd
hehas been endowed." Fredrick Doug
lass, says : ' 'Drive out the negro
you drive out Christ,
the
candi-
Of the seven Presidents who have
held the office in the last 28 years five
are dead: tw o Haves and Arthur-
are alive: while of the seven
rlfl.rs for the different terms in
28 years five Fremont, McUellan,
Seymour, Tilden and Hancock ar j
alive, and only two Douglass and i
Greely are dead.
audi
bible, and;
American liberty with him. All thinga
conspire to keep the negro here and
compel him to adjust himself to Ameri
can civilization." Joel Chandler Har
ris thmKs that - "so long as ne reuiajum
ignorant the negro cannot but prove a
C .1 TnnmnMl in (llwftVR
dangerous; it is especially dangerous
where unscrupulous men are found
willing to take advantage of it. The
hope is that the ignoronce of the negro
is susceptible of enlightmeht, and of
this there can be no doubt." Prof.
Greener says : "The most hopeful sign
for the negro in his indisposition tc be
carried and cared for. He aspires to
own his house, manage his own nlanta-
Vv,u I tion, conduct his own business, teach
those rl . , T. l. t,- tn.
he cannot rid himself of the professed
philanthropist and the professed
politician. They will insist, despite the
negro's protest, upon praying, thinking,