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P1CKLM. " r.iLrt i4 new work irom tuo nana oi tue . . .iwjuimI novelist coines the collection of X Letter of Lharle$ VKken,HiUi by ttfcv" - . v. . ... . n uituB"" i -- - - nilBa MMII11H 17 I KHHH drill h, MHier-iH-iuw, iu.do ""b"-. iub 1 i 'n liava ' 1 respouun" - r- Charles Soribners Sons, simultaneous with thoir appearance in London. The intention of the editors is to make this collection a supplement to the Life of Charles Dickens, by John Foster, which as a biography," and "only incomplete as regards correspondence. There is, gen- erally Bpeamng.no way m uie worm mat one can get nearer to the heart of a man limn through his private letters. Dick- ens wrote very ireeiy to ms correspond- cnts, and in his letters shows himself to lie a man with warm attachments, and one who, while engaged in the busy life of an editor and author, gave his atten tion to the smallest details of domestic life, and was as much interested in the papering and painting of Gad's Hill ulace. as he was in the contents of a number of Household Words. The letters cover a period of thirty-four years. It would be impossible, within ordinary re- viewing limit, to go through the entire correspondonco, selecting everything of point and interest to be found there, for Dickens had a very pithy way of putting common things, and in bis letters the do .the to be "smart" is as conspicuous as in ilia hooks. He was not merely brilliant, but vain of his brilliancy, and was as frcdiieutly aposturer in his correspond euca as outside it. No doubt he felt what was implied by boing regarded as the "funny man of his period, and had a distinct foreknowledge of posthumous celebrity for things he had written to anybody, and hence he was more or less under a glass case all his life One of the first letters is dated "Fur nival's Inn, Wednesday evening, 1835," and is written to his wifo, then Miss Hogarth. It begins, "My dearest Kate," and tolls of an order from Chapman & Hall of "fourteen pounds a month" to "write and edit a new publication they contemplated, entirely by himself, to be published monthly and each number to contain four wood cuts." "The work will be no joke," he writes, "but the emolument is too tempting to resist." He began PicktcickanA entered upon married life at about tins time. From a letter to Macready we learn that a furce written for Covent Garden Theater, then under that actor's manage ment, was unsuccessful, but the author says that his ardor is only "increased, not dampened, by tho result oi tins ex periment." It was not long after this that Macready retired from the management of the theater, in answer to tlie an nouncement of that fact Dickens wrote to Macready: "With tue same perverse and una countable feeling which causes a heart broken man at a dear friend's funeral to ee something irresistibly comical in a red-nosed or one-eyed undertaker, I re ceived your communication with ghostly facetiousncHs; though on a moment's re flection I find better cause for consolation in the hope that, relieved from your most trying and painful duties, you will now have leisure to return to pursuits more congenial to your mind, and to move more easily and pleasantly among your friends In January of the year 1842, Dickens, accompanied by his wife, made his first visit to America. Ihey had a very un pleasant vovago. from which Mrs. Dick' ens suffered severely. Dickens' welcome to America is best described in a letter to his friend Milton: "I can give yon no conception of my welcome here, There never was a king or emperor upon the earth so cheered and followed by crowds and entertained in public at Rplcndid balls and dinners, and waited on by public bodies and depu tations of all kinds. 1 Lave bad one from the far west a journey of 2(K)0 miles. If I go out in a carriage, the crowds surround it and escort me home; if I go to the theatre, the whole house, crowded to the door, rises as one man, and tho timbers ring again. You can not imagine what it is. I have had five groat publio dinners on hand at this moment, and invitations from every town and village and city in the States. "There is a great deal afloat here in the way of subiects for description. I keep my eyes open pretty wide, and hope to nave done so to some purpose Dy the timo 1 come back. In a letter to Macready, who was here at the samo time, written under date of Ualtiroore, March 22, 1848, Dickens speaks his mind freely of America and her people, but he has some good words for us, which are found wanting in other oi ms writings "Mr Dear Macready : I desire to be so honest and just to those who have bo enthusiastically and earnestly welcomed me, that I have burned the last letter I wrote to yon. even to vou. to whom I would speak as to myself, rather than let n come with anything that might seem "so an ill-considered word of disappoint ment. I preferred that yon should think me neglectful (if you could think of any thing so wild) rather than I should do anything so wrong in this respect. Still it is of no use. I am disappointed This is not the Republic T came to see This i not tho Republic of my imagina-1 lion. I infinitely prefer a monarchy, ven with its sickening accompaniments of court circles, to such a government as "is. The more I think of its youth and wength the poorer and more trifling in thousand aspects it appears in my eyes, In even-thing of which it has made a toast except its education of the people ntl its care for poor children it sinks htnieasureablv below the level I had Placed it upon; and England, even Eng- una, pad and funlty as the old land is, and miserable as millions of her people re, rises in the comparison. Tl. 1 - . xuu peopie are anecuonate, gener-1 ons, open-hearted, hospitable, enthusi astic, good-humored, polite to women, Jrank and candid to all strangers, anxious Jo oblige, far less prejudiced than they oave been described to be, fiequently polished and refined, very seldom or rnde or disagreeable. I have made a great many friends hf re, even in public conveyances, whom I have been truly orry to part from. In the town I have formed perfect attachment. I have seen none of the greediness and indecorons ness on which travelers have laid bo much emphasis. I have returned frank ness with frankness ; met questions not intended to be rude with answers meant I tola satisfactory, and Lav "nnt" wlcn - ft nwuiuu ut fjiiiiii nr anynfr crMvlm ia hm. ,i . foctionnhi lufa. w t i w wawau v ivuibCTti. in i in rw specta of not being loft alone, and of ?UK uumuiy uigusted bv tobacco I hi.n.n 1 Il-1 t! ... ' . cuewuig and tobacco sp ttlo. I have suf- iu lrumia, iue uairea or british foehuir upon the subject, and the miserable hints of the impotent indignation of the South, have pained me verv mnnh on tl. lust head, of course, I have folt nothing but a mingled pity and amusement : on the I liked the ingredients of this groat dish, I cannot but come back to the point at which I started, and aay that the disb itself goes against tho groin with me, and that T don't lita it He speaks of a reception at Ilartford, where a delegation of carmen "presented themselves in a body in their blue frocks. among a crowd of well-dressed ladiesand gentlomen, and bade mo welcome through their spokesman. They had all read my books, and all perfectly understood them. It is not these things I have in my mind when I say that the man who comes to this country a radical and goes home with his opinion unchanged, must be a radi cal on reason, sympathy and reflection. and one who has so well considered the subject that he has no chance of waver ing. Here is a lolly letter written to Clark- son Stanfiold, the fainons marine painter. The "Dick Sparkler" alluded to is him selfthe "Mark Porpuss," Mark Lemon. tt. M. . 'Tavistock. January 2. 1853. Yoho, old salt! Noptun' ahoy! You don't forget, messmot. as yon was so meet Dick Sparklor and Mark Porpuss on the lok sie of the good ship Owssel Words, Wednesday next, half-past 4? Not you; for when did Stanfell ever pass hiB word to go anywhere and not come ? Well, belay, my heart of oak, belay! Come alongsido the Tavistock same day and hour, stead of Owssel Words. Hull your suipmets, and they'll drop over the side and join you, like two new shillings a droppin into the pursers pocket. Damn all lnbberlv boys and swabs, and givo me the lad with the tarry trousers, which shines to mo like di'ming's bright! " The great value of these letters is that they cover the incidents of Dickon's life so closoly as to make an autobiography. The second volume is perhaps the strong est in interest. The American reader will bo particularly interested in that part which treats of his last visit to this country. His readings throughout Great liritiun were bo successful that he was beset to come here, and he finally sent George Dolby ovor to canvass the pros- poets. Mr. Dolby s report was so favor able that Dickens agreed to come; his success is well known. He arrived at Boston on the 19th of November, 18G7, and writes to his daughter under date of November 21st: "I dine to-day with Longfollow, Emer son, Holmes and Agassiz. Longfellow was here yesterday. Perfectly white hair and beard, but a remarkably handsome and noble looking man. The city has in creased enormously in five and twenty years. It has grown more mercantile; is like Leeds mixed with Preston and flavored with now Brighton; but for smoke and fog you substitute an ex quisite bright light air. I found my rooms beautifully decorated by Mrs. Fields with choice flowers, and set off by a number of good books. I am not much porsecnted by people in general, as Dolby has happily made up his mind that the less I am exhibited for nothing tho better. So our men sit outside the door and wrestle with mankind. They are said to be a very quiet audience here, appreciative but not demonstra tive. I shall try to change their charoc tcra little. 'T Imvo been coiner on verv well. A horrible custom obtains in tho parts of asking you to dinner somewhere at half- past 2 and to supper somewhere else about 8. I have run this gauntlet more than once, and its effect is that there is no day for any useful purpose, and the length of the evening is multiplied by 100. yesterday 1 dined with a uui d here at half-past 2 aud came back at half-past 8 with a general impression that it was at least 2 o'clock in the morning. Two days before I dined with Longfellow at half past 2 and came back at 8, supposing it to be midnight. To-day we have a state dinner party in our rooms at C Mr. and Mrs. Fields and Mr. and Mrs. Bigelow. (He is a friend of Fosters, and was American Minister in Paris.) There are no negro waiters Here; an ine servants are Irish willing, but not able. Tho dinners and wines are very good. I keep our own rooms well ventilated by opening the windows or passages, and they are so overheated by a great fnrnace that they make me faint and sick. The air is like that of a pre-Adamite ironing day in full blast, lour respected parent is immensely popular in Boston society, and its cordiality and unauectcd hearti ness are charming. I wish I could carry it with me. The leading papers in New York have sent men over for to-morrow night, witn instruments to telegraph columns of de scriptiou. Great excitement and ex pectations everywhere. Fields says that he has looked forward to it bo long that he knows he will die at four minutes to eight. 'At the aew lork Darners, wuere tickets are on sale and the peoplo ranged as at the Paris theaters, speculators went up and down offering 20 for any- body's place." The money was in no case accepted. One man sold two tickets for the second .third and fourth night lor 'one ticket of the first, 850 and a brandy cocktail.' which is an iced bitter dimk. To his son Charles he writes: "The people in New York are exceed- ingly kind and considerate, and desire to be more hospitable besides, am i can not accept hospitality, and never go out, except at Boston, or I should not be fit - .1. 1.1 T T1U V1.1. i 11 ior me moor, h iuiujuuiu;uunm to the last it will be a triumph, for he has to Bee everybody, drink with every body, sell all the tickets, take an the blame, and go beforehand to all the places on the list. I shall not see him after to-night for a fortnight, and he will be perpetually on the road daring the interval. When he leaves me. Osgood, a partner in Tichnor 4 Field's publishing firm mount guard over me, and be hss to go into the hall from the platform door every night and see how the public axe seating themselves. It is very odd to see how hard he finds it to look a couple of thousand people in the face, on which head, by-the-by, I notice the papers to take "Mr. Dickens extraordinary com posure" (their great phrase) rather ill, and on the whole to imply that it would be taken as a suitable complaint if I would stagger on the platform and in stantly drop, overpowered by thepec tacle before me. "Dinner is announced (by Scott.with a stiff neck and a sore throat) and I must break off with love to Bessie and the in cipient Wenerableses. Yon will be glad to hear of yonr distinguished parent that Philadelphia has discovered that 'he is not like the descriptions we have heard of him at the little red desk. He is not at all foppiah in appearance. He wears a heavy mustache and a Vandyke beard, and looks like a well-to-do Philadelphia gentleman." Referring to a certain famous walking match, he says: "Dolby aiid Osgood, who do the most ridiculous things to keep me in spirits (I am often very heavy and rarely sleep much) have often decided to have a walking match at Boston on Saturday, February 29th. Beginning this dosign in joke, they have becomo tremondously in earnest, and Dolby has actually sent home (much to his opponent's terror) for a pair of seamless socks to walk in. Uur men are hugely excited ou the subject, and continually mako bets on the men. Field and I are to walk out six miles, and tho men are to turn and walk around us. Neither of them has tho least idea of what twelve miles at a paco is. Boing requested by both to givo them a "breather" yesterday, I gave them a stiff one of live miles over a bad road in tho snow, half the distance up the hill. I took them at a pace of four miles and a half an hour, and yon never behold such objects as they were when we got back, both smoking like factories, and both obliged to change everything before they conld come to dinner. They have the absnrdest ideas of what are test of walk ing power, and continually got up in the maddest manner and see how high thoy can kick the wall. The wainscot, hero, is scored all over with their pencil marks. To see him doing this Dolby, a big man, and Osgood, a very littlo one is ridiculous beyond description." To Miss Hogarth from Boston, Decem ber 22d, ho writes: "Bytheby, when we left New York for this placo, Dolby called my amazed at tention to tho circumstances that Scott was leaning his head against tho side of the carrirge and weoping bittorly asked him what was tho mutter and he replied: 'The owdaeious treatment of the luggage, which was more ontragoon than man could bear.' I told him not to make a fool of himself; but they do knock it about cruelly. I think every trunk we have is broken. To his friend, the late Chas. Fechter he writes: "I have an American cold (the worst in the world) since Christmas Day. I read four times a week with the most tro mendous enorgy I can bring to bear upon it. I am very resolute about calling on people, or receiving peoplo, or dining out, and bo save myself a great deal. J read in all sorts of places churches theatres, concert rooms, lecture halls Every night I read I am described (mostly by people who have not the faintest notion of observing) from the solo of my foot to where the topmost hair of my head ought to be, but is not. Sometimes I am described as being 'ev- dently nervous;" sometimes it is taken ill that "Mr. Dickens is bo extraordinar ily composed." My eyes are blue, rod, gray, white, green, brown, black, hazel, violet and rainbow colored. I am like a "well-to-do American gentleman," and the Emperor of the French, with an oc casional touch of the Emperor of China, and a deterioration from the attributes of our famous townsman, Rufus W. B D. Dodgo Grumsher Pickville. I say all sorts of things that I never said, go to all sorts of places that I never saw or heard of, and have done all manner of things in some private state of exist ence, I suppose that have quite escaped my memory. You ask your friend to de scribe what ho is about. This is what he is about every day and hour of his Amer ican life. On Wednesday 1 came back here for my four church readings in Brook lyn. Each evening an enormous ferry boat will convey me and my state car riage, not to mention half a dozen wag ons and a number of poople and a few score of horses, across the river, and will bring me back again. The sale of tick eta there was an amusing scene." The Dream and tho Problem. A well known and esteemed Kdin- burg advocate, now dead, nscd some times to relate the following: While at school, one of the (studies in which ho was most successful was mathe matics. During the lust sessions of his school life he was trying hard for one. of tho mathematical prizes. Another youth and himself were running a ncck-and neck race for the coveted honor. On regular recurring days the boys in tho class were sot problems to work in a given time. Each of the rivals had done all the exercises correctly up till almost the end of the term. At length our boy was fairly baffled by one problem the lust that was required to be done. By no amount of labor and pains could ho succeed in solving it. On the evening before tho day on which the exercises were to bo given in, he had puzzled at the obdurate problem till late in the night. At lust, still completely bullied, and mentally and bodily wearied by bis long work, he gave way, boy-like, to a flood of tears of vexation and mortification, and in this state went to bed. During tho night he dreamed that be was again engaged in solving the problem, and that he worked it out rapidly and easily to what he felt sure was the correct result. Then a deep and dieamless slumber succeeded, which lasted till morning. When. tho boy rose, instead of there remaining to him only a confused recollection of having dreamed about working at the problem, bo sat down, and there and then solved the exercise without the slightest difficulty. The sequel to the story was, I think, that the two boys were bracketed equal, and that each, therefore, received a prize. Cornier' Journal. A Lady, After All. , Lennox Ray sprang from tho train , and , ,8t,cn?4 nP the P lane to the wi.lo, old-fashioned farm house, carrying his valise in his hand. . 1 wonder if Nannio got my note, and . " Ior mor "Wlo I This last PYftlnmnHnn voa ilrAu-n fvnm Ray's lips by a chorry, which, coming Hum uuove, soraowhere, came into sud den contact with his nose. He looked up, and there perched like a great bird upon the limb of ahugo old cherry tree, and looking down on him with dancing eyes and brilliant cheeks, was a young girl. "How do, Lennox? C'omo up and have some cherries!" was the mischievous greeting. "Nannio! is it possiblo?" exclaimed Lennox, severely. Aud while Ray looked on in stern dis approval, tho young witch swung herself lightly down. "Now, don't look so glum, Lennox, dear," slio said, slipping her littlo hands juto his, with a coaxing motion. "I know it's tomboyish to climb tho cherry trees; but then it's such fun." "Nannie, you should have boon a boy," sun ijonnox. "I wish I had! No, I don't either; for then you wouldn't haven fallen in love with me. What made you, dear?" with a fond glauce and a caressing movoment. "Boeauso you are so sweet, darling," answered Hay, molted in spito of him sen. jjui i uo wish, Dannie, yon would leave off those hoydenish w'ays ana ie more dignihed. "Like Miss Ishatu?" askod Nannio. "Miss Isham is a very superior wo man, and it would not hurt you to copy hor in some respects." Tho tears sprang into Nannie's eyes at his tone. They wont into the parlor, and Ray won a seat in a great arm chair. Nannio give her curls a toss backward, went and Bat down. "I wish you would put up those flya way curis ana uress your hair as other young ladies do," said Ray, "and see here, Nannie, I want to have a talk with you. lou know X love you; but in truth, my dear, my wifo must have some thing of tho elegance of refined society. lour manners neod polish, my dear. "I como down to tell you that my sis ter Laura is making up a party to visit tiio noted watering places, and bIio wish es you to be one of tho numbor. Are you going?" askod Nannie. No; my business will not allow it; but I shall see you several times. Will yon go?" "1 dou't wan't to go. I'd rather stay hero in the country and climb the chorry troos evory day. "Nannio! I must incist upon more self control," said ho, coldly. "But don't send mo awav." she pleaded. "It is for yonr good, Nannie, and yon must bo content to go. Will you?" The supper boll rang at that instant, and Nannie hastily answered: "Yes, let me go, Lennox," and ran out of tho reora, and np-stairs to her own chamber. "Yes. I'll co. and I'll teaeb vou one lesson, Mr. Lennox Lay; soo if I don't," she murmured. It was in the middle of Scptombor be fore Mr. Ray, heated, dusty and woary, entered the hotel where his sister's party were stopping. "Lennox! you hero?" said eho. "Yes, where's Nannie?" "Sho was was on the piazza, talking with a trench count, a moment ago. Ah there sho is, by tho door." "Ah!" Baid Lonnox, dropping Laura's hand, and making his way toward the door. But it was difficult, even when he drew noar, to see tho stylish, stately lady, whose hair was put up over a monstrous chignon, and whose lustrous robes swept the floor for a yard, his own little nan of three months ago. Lennox strodo up with scaroe a glance at tho bewildered dandy to whom sho was chatting, and hold out his hand with an eagor exclamation: "Nannie!" She mado a sweeping courtesy, and languidly extended the tips of her fingers; but not a muscle moved beyond what accorded with woll-bred indiffer ence. "Ah, good evening Mr. Ray." "Oh, Nannio; are you glad to seo mo?" said IiOnnox, feeling that his heart was chilled within him. "Oh, to be sure, Mr. Ray, quite clad. Allow mo to present my friend, the Count do Beaurepaire. Mr. Ray Mon sionr." Lennox hardly deigned a bow to the Frenchman, and offered his arm to Nannie. "You will walk with me a littlo while?" "Thanks but the music is beginning, and I promised to dance with Mr. Blair." "But afterward," said Lennox, the chill growing colder. "But I am engaged to Mr. Thornton. "When, then?" demanded Lennox, with a jealous pang. "Really, my card is so full, I hardly know. I will, however, try and spare you a waltz somewhere." " uood heavens! Aannio, wnataucction is this?" She favored him with a well bred stare. "Pardon. I do not understand yon." And taking the arm of her escort, she walked away with the air of an empress. Lennox sought his sister. "Laura, how have you changed Nannie bo?" he demanded. 'Yes, she is changed. Isn't she per fect?" 'Perfect? Rather too perfect to suit me, growled Lennox. 'To-morrow I shall see more cf Nannie," he thought. But to-morrow, and to morrow and to-morrow, it was all the same, and "that elegant Miss Irving," as they Btyled her was always in demand, and poor Jjcn- nox, from the distance at which she kept him, looked on almost heart-broken, varying between wrath, jealousy, pride and despair. "Nannie, said he, one morning, when he fonnd her for a moment alone, "how long is this to last?" "I believe yon wished me to come here to improve my manners. Mr. Ray; to ac quire the elegance of society she said, coldly. "Bat, annie "Well, if yon are not pleased with the result of your own advice, J am not to blame. You must exense me now, Mr. Ray, I am going to ride with tho Count de iicaurepaire. And with a graceful gesture of adieu, duo ii.ii mm hick ai neart. That afternoon, Lennox walked unan nonnced iuto Laura's room. "I thought I'd dron in and say good bye before you went down stairs," said no, "1 Ioave to-night. "Indeed? Where are asked Laura. yon going?" "Oh, I don't know!" was his savage reply. "You can hike a nolo to Goorgo for mo?" "Yes, if you got it ready," said he. "Very well I will write it now." Laura left tho room, and Lennox stood moodily at a window. Presently Nannie came in and stood near him. "Are yon really going awav?" she asked "Yes I am," was the short answor. "And won't you toll us whero?" "I don't know myself noither know nor care!" he growled. She slipped her hand in his arm. with the old caressing movement he remem bered so well, and spoko gently, using his name for the first time siuco ho camo. "But Lonnox, doar, if you g away off somewhere, what shall I do?" He turned suddenly and caught her to his heart. "Oh, Nannie, Nannio!" he criod, pas siouately, "if you would only como back to me and love mo if I could rocover my lost treasure, I would not go anywhere. Oh, my lost love, is it too late?" Sho laid her faco down against his shoulder, and asked: "Lennox, dear, tell mo which you love best, tho Nannio you used to know, or the fashiouablo young lady you found hero?" "Oh, Nannie, darling!" ho criod, clasp ing hor closor. "I wouldn't give ono toss of your old brown curls for all tho fashionablo young ladies in tho woild." "Then you will have to take your old Nannio back again, Lennox, dear." - And Lennox, passionately clasping hor to him.boggod to bo forgiven, and vowed ho would not exchango his precious lit tle wild rose for all hot-housa flowers in Christendom. Hints on Soups. Clara Francis gives tho Prairie Farmer an essay on soups, from which wo extract tho following: IJulcs for Stock. Five pounds lean moat and soir.o cracked bones. Five quarts cold water. It should bo at least half an hour in coining to boil. Skim; add a gill of cold water and skim again. Season with salt and vegetables, but bo careful to uso both sparingly. Cover close and Binimor four or five hours. Strain cool, and romovo fat. This will mako a clear light broth. ' Caramel for Coloring Broth. For tho sake of uppcartuico broth is sometimes colored. Put a tablespoon ful of butter into a nico bright sauce pan, and when molted, add about half a pound of sugar. Stir con stantly, ovor tho fire, until it is u very rich dark brown. By no moanB let it burn. Add a half pint of water and an evon tcaspoontul of salt. Let the syrup boil until it is vory rich and thick, which it will bo in a few minutes. Slruin and put it in small, closo corked bottles; it should bo so thick that it will just run from tho bottlo. A fow dropB will givo tho necessary color, and will not impair tho flavor unless tho sugar has boon burnt. Tupioca, sago, macaroni, vermicolli, pearl-barley and rico are nico additions to this ambcrcolorod broth. Thoy should bo cookod in beforo being added to tho (iinlod cheeso is sometimes wuter soup. served with macaroni und vermicelli soups to bo used at discretion. Koodlo Soup. To ono egg add a littlo salt and us much siflod flour ns it will absorb, kucud well and roll down very thin. Let it dry for hulf an hour, then dredge with flour and roll over und over. Sliuvo thin slices from tho end of the roll, shako them out and drop them into suited boiling wuter. Stir with a skimmer and boil for two minutes, then turn iuto u colandor and dush cold wuter ovor them. Drain, and put into boiling broth: add a littlo choppod parsley and sorvo at onco. Whito Soup. If eggs are plenty uso the yolks of lour, if scarce, take two wholo ones iustoud. Heat them light and add u cup of cream, or uso milk, and a teaspoon of mcltod but tor. When theso are mixed add to them, gradually, a pint of hot broth stirring all tho timo. lioturn to the kcttlo, let it come to a boil und servo immediately. Too long cooking will curdlo tho eggs. Instead of beating tho eggs they can bo pouched and served in tho broth, one egg to each person, adding . tho croum to tho broth. Potato Soup. Peel and slice ten medium sized potatoes: add ono onion, a slice of salt pork, u stalk of colory, a teaspoon of salt, and wuter enough to cover. Boil until tho po tatoes are very soft. Press through a colander; add a quart of milk, a tablcspooiiful of butler, a tablespoon- ful of butler, a tcaspoonful chopped purscly; boil up once. It should bo like thick cream. Serve with crou tons (dry bread cut into smull dia monds, fried id boning lard and drained). Placo in the tureen and pour the soup over them. Angel Paddings: Two ounces of flour, two ounces of powdered sugar, two ounces of butter melted in half a pint of new mill, two eggs; mix well. Bake the above in small patty-pans until nicely browned, and send to table on a disu covered with a serviette. A little pow dered sugar should be shifted over each pudding, and slices of lemon served with them. The eggs mast be well beaten be fore they are added to the other ingredients. Romance of a Poor Young Man. A correspondent of the Loudon Stand ard, writing from Paris, says: The sensation caused by the trial of Mile. Bioro for attempting to shoot her lover has barely begun to subside bofote an other case, equally extraordinary, but far more painful, is on tho point of com ing before the Paris Assizes. Tho origin of the Btory dates as far back as tho sum mer of WVJ, In that year a young man named Alfred Gilbert fell in love with a young girl of the name of Gabrielle Goran. They both belonged to poor fami lies, and both lived in the neighborhood of tho Palais Royal. After oourting in secret for some months, the young man demanded the hand of his sweetheart, but hor father, who was an ardeut Bona partist, and occupied a stall in one of the publio offices, refused his consent, on the ground of the Republican opinions hold by Gilbort. Tho young conplo then re solved to run away together, and one night tho girl disappeared from home. Afterawoek's search the father found them living together in a snburban re treat. On the promise of forgiveness aud consent to their marriage tho girl re turned nome to her parents, but the father declined to keep his word, nud be gan to look out for another son-in-law. Driven to despair, Gabrielle Coran again eloped with hor lovor and the two deter mined to commit suicide. For this pur pose they hired a room in a Biuall inn at Plessis Piquet. Tho young man bought a revolver, and the young woman a packet of lueifor matches. Gabrielle Coran first of all tried to poison herself with a decoction of the matches. This failing, she told her lovor to fire a bullet into her heart. Alfred Gilbert fired, and without waiting to see the effect of the shot discharged a second bnllot into his own head. Neithor wound was, howover, fatal. Both were taken to tho hospital. where they remained two months. Th bullet in tho girl's body was extracted, but the othor bullet still remained in the skull of tho young man, whero it has evor since beon. Gillort was about to be triod for attempting to shoot his mis tress, when tho war broke out and put a stop to the sittings of tho Assizes. As tho Germans marched into Paris and the siego bocamo immi nent, tho authorities, wanting all tho al I o -bodied men possiblo to defend the city, consented to lot him out of prison for tho moment, on the condition of his enrolling himselt in some active corps, and promising not to seek after Gabriolle Coran. Ho joined the sharpshooters of the Tomes Quartier, and distinguished himself bo much in tho Buzenval Bortie that ho was mentioned on tho military ordor of the day. The war ovor and peaco proclaimed, ho returned to the hands of justioo to undergo his trial, but onco more fate stopped in and postponed it. Tho Commune arose, and all the publio powers having withdrawn to Ver sailles, the city was left in the hands of the insurrectionists, who opened the prison doors and enrolled the inmates, among thorn Alfred Gilbert. The young man does not appear to have taken a conspicuous part in the insurrection. However, he was triod by court-martial in 1871, and sentenced to transportation to Now Caledonia, where he romained till a few months ago, when he was am nestied, lie has just arrived in Paris and given himself up to the legal author ities to go through his trial for tho doed he had committed at Plessis Piquet ten yoars ago. But tho painful part of tho story remains to be told. Ga briollo Coran is now the wifo of a well-to-do merchant, with children, highly respected, and of Irrenroachablo charac ter. Forgetting tho folly of her tender years, and believing Gilbort dead and buried, she married, but kept the tragio love-drama of 1870 a secret from hor husband. The consequences of tho un expected resurrection of the young man can be more readily conceived than de scribed. Ubino Up thk Elei-hants. Considor ablo interest attaches to a question which has just been put by a Shellild worker in ivory. Ho dosiros to know whether elephants shod thoir tusks, as, if not 1280 of those magnificent boasts must have been killed to supply his manufac tory alone with tho ivory used lust year. Tho answer to his query is. unfortu nately, that before the tusks can be obtainod an olophant must be slaugh tered, and herein is found a subject for very serious rullootion. Numerous still in Ceylon, though by no means so plen tiful as they wore a fow years ago. and without doubt existing in large numbers in certain parts of Africa, the elephant is, howevor, rapidly disappearing. As a beast of burden ho is unrivaled for strength, endurance and intelligence; and the services he rendered in timos of war, as well as peaoo, would alone more than roward a great effort on his behalf. Quito a part from tho fact when he goes, tho supply of ivory ecases, too, thesa is also the grave consideration for his loss as a means of locomotion and transport. It iB well known that ho doos not breed in captivity, and is, therefore, only in a wild state that. the Bpecios can be pre served. Tho destruction of more than 1200 of his kind for one knife-making firm implies a huge and serious waste. The Census of Gkkece. The census of Greoce has recently been taken, and as rapid Increase in population is almost always, in civilized oountries, an indica tion of the material well-being of the in habitants, it is satisfactory to know that this littlo kingdom has grown in num bers at quite a remarkable rate, for ita population is now 1, 079,775, or iust about twice what it was in 18.'!8, when the first national census was taken. The increase at and around the capital, Athens, is even more remarkable than in the country at large. Athens, forty years ago, was little better than a village. the effect oi the lurkish rulo being to keep down the size of the provincial towns. At that time there was no peo ple who could be said to properly repre sent the Piraeus. Ten years ago, how ever, Athens had 48,000 inhabitants, and the port of Tirana had 11,000. Now the capital eity has a population of 74,000, and its maritime adjunct claims 22,000. In the census returns of the country taken during the early days nnder tho present government, little attempt was made to determine the national wealth; but it seeems to be beyond dispute that proerty has increased in amount and value at a much faster rate than the growth of the population. Of all the ruins of the world, the rnia of a man is the saddest to contemplate.