The Eugene City guard. (Eugene City, Or.) 1870-1899, October 09, 1880, Image 7

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    THE MYSTERIOUS OEGAMST.
Kind bMrta srs mors than coroncU.
Aud impUUuo loan Mormtn blood,"
Years 'ago, at a grand old cathedral
overlooking the Rhine, thore appeared a
mysterious organist. The great com
poser who had played tho organ to long
lad anddenly died, and everybody, from
the king to the peasant, was wondering
ytko could be found to till his place.
One bright Bubbath morn, as the sexton
entered the church, he saw a stranger
fitting at tho crapo-shroudod organ. Ho
wo a tall, graceful man, with a palo but
strikingly handsome face, great, black,
melancholy eyes, and hair like a raven's
wing for gloss and color, sweeping in
dark waves over his shoulders, lie did
not seem to notice tho sexton, but went
oa playing; and such music as ho drew
from the instrument no words can de
scribe. The astonishod litttnor declared
that tho organ seemed to have grown
lmnian that it wailed and sighed and
.clamorod. When themusio at length
ceased, the sexton Lab toned to tho stran
ger and said:
"Pray, who oreycj, sir?"
To not ask my name," he replied.
"1 have heard that you are in want of an
rgauist, and have come hereon trial."
"You'll be sure to get the placo," ex
claimod the sexton. "Why, you surpass
him that's dead and gone, sir."
"No, no yon overrate me," resumed
the stranger, with a sod smile; and then,
41s if disinelinod to conversation, he
turned from old Hans and began to play
again. And now the inusio changed
from a sorrowful strain to a grand old
pamn, and the mysterious organist,
"Looking apwHrd, Till of grace,
Prayed 1111 Horn a bappy plac
tiud'a (lory aoiote blia ou the face,"
and his countenance seemed not unlike
that of Saint Michael, as portrayed by
Guido.
Lost in the harmonies which swelled
around him, ho sat with his far-seeing
gaze fixed on tho distant sky a glimpse
of which he caught through an open
window when there was a stir abont the
church, and a royal jarty came sweeping
in. Among them might be seen a young
girl, with blue eves like the violot hue,
and lips like wild cherries. This was the
Princess Elizabeth, and all eyes were
turned to her as sho son tod herself in the
velvet-cushioned pew appropriated to the
court. No sooner had the music reached
her ears thau she started as if a ghost
had crossed her path. Tho bloom faded
from her check, her lips quivered, and
her whole framo grew tremulous. At
last her eyes met those of the organist,
in a long, yearning look; and then the
melody lost its joyous notes, and once
nioro wailed and sighed and clamorod.
"By my faith," whispered the king to
Lis daughter, "this organist has a master
hund. Hark ye, he shall play at your
wedding!"
The pale lips of the princess parted,
but she could not speak she was dumb
with grief. Like one in a painful dream,
sho saw the pale man at the organ, and
.heard the melody which filled the vast
.edifice. Aye, full well she know who he
was, and why tho instrument seemed
breathing out tho agony of a tortured
licart.
When the servieo was over, and the
Toyal party had left the cathedral, he
stole away as mysteriously as he had
come. He was not seen again by the
isexton until the vesper hour, and then
lie appeared in tho organ-loft and com
menced his task. While he played, a
veiled figure glided in and knelt near
the shrine. There she knelt till the
worshipers dispersed, when the sexton
.touched her on the shoulder, and
said:
"Madame, everyone has gone except
tou and me, and I wish to close the
door."
"I am not ready to go yet," was the
reply; "leave mo leave me!"
The sexton drow" back into a shady
niche, and watched and listened. The
mysterious organist still kept his place,
but his head was bowed upon the instru
ment, and he could not see the lone
devotee. At length she rose from the
aisle, and movingto the organ-loft paused
before the musioian:
"Bertram!" she murmured.
Quick as thought the organist raised
his head. There, with tho light of a
lamp suspended to the arch above falling
upon ber, stood the princess who had
graced tho royal pew that day. The
court-dress of velvet, with its soft ermine
trimmings, tho tiara, the necklace, the
bracelets, hail been exchanged for a gray
serge robe and a lung veil, .which was
pushed back from tho fair, girlish
face.
"Oh, Elizabeth, Elizabeth!" ejaculated
the organist, as he sank at her feet and
gased wistfully into her troubled eyes.
"Why are you hero, Bertram? asked
the princoas.
"I came to bid you farewell; and oa 1
dared not venture into the palace, I
gained access to tho cathedral by brib
ing the bell-riDger, and having taken the
seat of the dead organist, let the music
breathe out the adieu I could not trust
imy lips to utter."
V A low moan was the answer, and he
continued:
"You are to be married on the mor-
rw ?" . . , T
."Yes." sobbed tho girl. "Oh, Ber
tram, what a trial it will be to stand at
yonder altar and tako upon me the vows
which will doom mo to a living death !
"Think of me," rejoined the organist.
""Your royal father has requested me to
play at tho wedding, and I have prom
ised to be here. If I were your equal, 1
would be the bridegroom instead of the
organist; but a poor musician must give
you up."
"It is like rending body and soul asun
der to part with yon," said the girl, l?
night I tell you this tell you how fon -ly
I love von-but in a few hours it will
be a sin. " Go, go, and may God bless
jou!"
. She waved him from her, as if she
would banish him while she had the
power to do so. And he, how was it
with him? He rose to leave her, then
came back, held her to his heart m one
long embrace, and with a half-smothered
farewell, left her. . .
The next morning dawned in tloBttte
splendor, and at an early hour the
cathedral was thrown open, and the sex
ton began to prepare for the brilliant
wedding. Flame-colored flowers waved
by the wayside; flame-colored leaves
came rushing down from the tree, and
lay in light heaps upon the ground, and
the ripe wheat waved like a golden sea
and berries drooped in red and purple
clusters over the rocks along the Khme.
At length the palace gates were opened,
and the royal party appeared, escorting I
the Princess Elizabeth to the cathedral
where her marriage was to be sol
emnized. It was a brave pagoant; far
brighter than the untwinod foliage and
blossoms were the tufts of plumes which
floated from stately beads, and the festal
robes thut streamed down over the hous
ings of the superb steeds. But the prin
cess, mounted on a snow-white palfrey,
and clad in snow-white velvet, looked
pale and sad; and when, on nearing the
church, she heard a gush of organ music,
which, though jubilant iu sound, struck
on her ear liko a funeral knell, she
tremblod, aud would have fallon had not
a page supported her. A few moments
afterward sho entered the cathedral.
There, with his retinue, stood tho bride
groom, whom she had never before seen.
But her glaneo roved from him to the
organ-loft, where she had expected to
see the mysterious organist. He was
gono; and she was obliged to return the
graceful bow of tho king, to whom she
had been betrothed from motives of
policy. Mechanically she knolt at his
side on the altar-stone; mechanically lis
tened to tlie service and made the re
sponses. Then her husband drew her to
him in a convulsive embrace, and whis
pered: "Elizabeth, my queen, my wifo, look
up!"
Trembling in every limb, she oboyed.
Why did those dark eyes thrill her so?
Why did that smile bring a glow to her
choek? Ah I though tho king woro the
purple, and many a jeweled order glit
tered on his breust, he seomed the same
humble person who had been employed
to teach organ music, and had taught her
tho lore of love.
"Elizabeth," murmured tho monarch,
"Bertram Hoffman, the mysterious or
ganist, and King Oscar are one! Forgive
my stratagem. I wished to marry you,
but I would not drag to tho altar an un
willing bride. Your father was in the
secret. "
While tears of joy rained from her bluo
eyes, tho now-made queen returned her
husband's fond kiss, and for onco two
hearts were made happy by a royal
marriage.
Telling Had Sews,
One of tho hardest things on earth to
do is lo break sad news to peoplo. You
can never tell exactly how it is going to
striko them, ihey may iamt or they
may go into a paroxysm of grief, or they
may stand it with stony calmness. But
generally they do what yon least expect,
and that is why it makes it so hard to
tackle them. A Northorn New Hamp
shire deacon had a very embarrassing
time of it recently when on one of these
sad errands. He called upon a bereaved
citizen, and assuming an expression of
countenance sufficiently lugubrious to
dull tho edge of a jack Knife, said: "My
dear friend, don't be alarmed." Imme
diately the citizen, who had up to that
moment shown no sign of alarm, began
to look scared. Such is the contrariness
of human nature. The deacon contin
ued: "This is a world of sorrow and
tribulation, and we ought to norve our
selves to bear its ills." "Deacon, what
are you driving at?" asked the now thor
oughly aroused citizen. "It is always
hard to be the bearer of ill news,"
said tho deacon. "Yes, yes! go on,"
criod tho citizen, growing more nervous
evory instant. "Can vou stand nows of
bereavement?" asked tlie deaoou. "Good
heavens, I'll try! Is it very bad? Do tell
me what it is?" exclaimed ' tho pale and
trembling man. "You won't faint?" "No,
no! but if you keep me in this suspense
I shall!" And the citizen was in such a
state of scare that he Bhook all over and
was as white as a sheet. "Well, bear it
with Christian resignation, my dear
friend," said thedeacon. "Your mothor-in-law
now don't lose your solf
control your mother-in-law is dead."
The look of horrified anxiety, grief and
despair passed from the citizen's face. A
look of supreme disgust took its place.
"You great idiot!" he criod, "have
you palavered around all this time to tell
me that? Don't you know any better
than to come hore and frighten mo this
way? By jovo, sir, you acted so durned
melancholy and awful that yon scared
me most to death. I thought mobbe a
team had run over my dog and broke his
back!" The deacon went home dis
gusted. Boston Post.
A Conscientious Judge.
How inconveniont to a litigious crim
inal may bo the results of appealing to a
highor tribunal agaiust the sentence of a
too conscientious judge is delightfully
exemplified by an authentic anecdote
lately made publio in the columns of tho
AUyemeiiie Jurestein Zeitunif. Some years
ago, when the stick was still freely used
throughout Hungary as a ponal instru
ment, a peasant named Janosz was tried
for horse stealing before a certain Magyar
Judge, and, his guilt having been satis
factorily proved, was sentenced to re
ceive fifty blows. After pronouncing
doom the Judge carefully explained to
Janosz that in virtue of such-and-such a
Ministerial decree, under date and num
ber so-acd-so, he might exercise his right
of appeal to the Ober-Tribunal, should
the sentence strike him as too severe.
Janosz jumped at the notion, and the
Judge duly protocoled his appeal, prom
ising to forward it to the superior author
ities by that evening's post. Mean
while, however, his honor caused the
prisoner to bo strapied down to a
bench in the court, and personally su
pervised the full and exact execution of
his sentence. A few. weeks later the
Ober-Tribunal returned the appeal with
the documents relating to the trial, in
forming the Judge that, upon mature
consideration of the case, it had been
found expedient to reduce the measure
of Janosz's punishment from fifty to
twenty-five blows with a stick. Forth
with the Judge summoned Janosz to
court and communicated to him the joy
ful intelligence that the superior author
ities hod thought fit to modify his sen
tence as above; wherefore he would be so
good as to lie down again on the bench
and gratefnlly submit to his mitigated
punishment. In vain the wretched ap
pellant protested; "for," observed his
Honor, ''the decrees of our superiors
must be fulfilled; and, as the Ober
Tribunal says that Janosi is ouly to re
ceive twenty-five blows, it is obvions
that that number of blows must be ad
midistered to him, neither more nor less."
London Telegraph.
Proud hearts aad lofty mountains are
always barren.
Incidents or the Seven Days.
We thought our labors for that day
were over. o knew the removal ol Uio
bridge would block the pursuit for some
hours, and we went into park on tho sido
of the hill, above the bridge Tho men
threw themselves under the carriages to
escape tho florco July sun, and in a
minute were sound asleep. How long
we slopt, I cannot say We were rudely
awakened. Under cover of a f ieco of
woods on tho other side of the swamp,
the enemy established four batteries, and
oponod ono of the most rapid and ac
curate fires I have ever been under.
Our position on tho hillside was unten
able, and we lost no time in getting out
of it. When I say no time, I mean as rap
idly as could be done with men aw akened
from a heavy sleep of exhaustion, amid
the shriek of solid shot, the smoke and
noise of bursting shells, and the deafen
ing report made by the blowing up of
two limbers in a neighboring battery.
We were soon ordered into an entirely
now position by Gouoral Richard
son. The other battery hail ruu away
from thoir guns, which stood abandoned
until near night. We had to bear the
brunt alono. For nearly four hours we
maintained this unequal combat one
battery against four. It seems to me
there was not a moment during these
four hours when you could not see in
the air the little cloud of white smoke
which marks tlie explosion of a caso-shot
and, after the second of susponso, hear
the whir of tho leaden rain, or tho
harsher whiz of the jagged pieces of
shell; while now aud then, above all
other sounds, would come the angry
scream of the solid shot, as it llew over
our heads, or sometime struck, with that
horrifying sound in which you hear
splintered bones and mangled flesh. I
could not but feol pity for tho horses.
The men were grand in their splendid
energy. The figure of a No. 1 William
Fleming, a hard-drinking, quarrelsome
Irishman is photographed on my mem
ory. Stripped to his undershirt, block
with grime of powder and sweat, never
in the fierce excitement of battle losing
the mechanical accuracy of position that
had made him tho admiration of tho
recruit, tho pet of tho Chief of
Piece, sending his sponge to the bottom
of the boro with his shoulders as square,
and leaping out with as jaunty a step,
and as knowing a toss of the stall, as if
he were simply astonishing the last ap
pointed second lieutenant. I ordered
him relieved, and No. 2 stepped up to
take the stuff from him.
"To the .devil with you!" shouted
Fleming. "Bring me another bucket of
water." For by that time the gun was
so foul and hot that even his arm could
hardly withdraw the sponge. Thou
turning to mo, he said:
"Excuse me, Lieutenant, but I'm good
for an hour more, if you'll only make
them loafers keep the bucket full."
But the poor horses stood with their
heads hanging down, or lazily nipping
the scanty grass; for they were thor
oughly seasoned to firo, and hardly
noticed it until one of those dull thuds
would be heard, and you would see one
horse of a team plunging madly or stag
goring wildly, or sometimes crashing
down, an inert mass, as a solid shot tore
through his outrails, while his mate
would look at him wistfully I even
fancied sadly as if ho were saying,
"What's the matter, old follow?" Cali-
fornian.
Ministers Sot Deadheads.
Tho recent controversy over tho
nronrietv of a minister's bringing
suit for tho payment of funeral feos
moves a lroy prencnor to romam
tli nr. hn linn attended several hundred
funerals, and takon ninny hard colds
as a consequence, riding several
miles in extreme boat and extreme
cold, through wind and storm, con
suming man days of time, and ofton
paying something lor traveling ex
penses, but has never received a
penny for such services, nothing
hiivinc ever been offered in more
than throe or four cases. And nino-
tenths of tho lunorals were of per
sons w ho were not members of his
own church, and thoir surviving
mends would not even ao mm ino
compliment to go and hear him
preach or any other minister for
that matter. Tho preacher continues
in thin indignant strain: "I recall one
instance in a neighboring city when
f. . -til s . I
I was Bent lor in the miauio oi ino
niirht to visit a man who was sup
posed to be dying, lie kept mo by
his bcdsido a largo pari oi two uays
and nichts. and at lenirth I went to
attend his funeral in a town some
twenty miles away. , Iu another in
stance I was sont lor to soothe a
crazy man, and actually spent a
wholo day with him, when 1 was
more than half sick myself, trying,
with some success, to calm his mind
and turn his thoughts from his ail
monts. I am sent for by wives to
reform their drunken husbands; sent
for to reconcile husbands and wives
that havo parted persons I never
saw, and know nothing about; sent
for to help people get work, and lor
many other purposes which I will
not enumerate. For sorvices of this
kind 1 have never received u penny,
and never desired it. 1 do not refer
to these matters to complain that
the minister is called upon for such
services. I am glad to perform them,
and glad to perform them without
pay, and urn conscious that many
persons who are not ministers per
form like services. It is our delight
to help suffering humanity in every
possible way. I only wish you to
understand that ministers pcrtorm
far more such gratuitous services
than any other class of our citizens.
And finally, alas! we marry a great
many hopeful couples without pay."
In an English church, recently, after
11' Tf 1 1L- V. . .. - I ... r. A
the puDiicauon oi me vi uiuii,o
by the minister, a grave elder, in a sten
torian voice, forbade the bans between a
certain couple. On being called upon
. iTl,..1 "l,-.M ''in.
tended Hannah for myself." His reason
i : i
was not consiacrea suuicieut.
Ru-eucM or the Ecadlag Habit,
I think the extent of the habit of read
ing is much ovor-estimated even in read
ing countries. There is a largo reading
class in Germany, in England, in China,
iu America, iu Iceland, and in the cities
of France; onUtido of theso countries
and a few oolonies, reading is not in
dulged in. Of all these countrios, tho
United Suites is tho land in which tho
habit of reading is the most prevalent;
and yot the most striking fact about our
population is that so few of them read
when most of them know how I mean
how to read for thomselves, for so rare is
the accomplishment of reading out loud
that wo have to pay money to hear such
performers on our language; they aro
rarer than fair piano-players. Nearly
everybody takes a daily snatch at the
newspapers, at the summary of nows
or the telegraph columns, aud tho base
ball record, and occasionally persons
follow for days tho columns devoted to
some singular accidout or curious mur
dereven womcu have acquired the art
of deftly skimming the cream off the
morning journal: comparatively few of
the entiro population, oven the educated,
read books. Unless a book by somo
good luck becomes a fashion, aud is
recommended iu conversation, few see
it; tho number of peoplo who originally
seek out tho readable book from their
habit of craving it is very small. Wheu
a story lecomes the fashion, everybody
reads it; but who is everybody? Why, a
new novel is said to have a "run" if 10,-
000 copies of it aro published 10,000
copies for 40,000,000 people. And there
are books that "everybody has read, and
all tho newspapers talk of," which have
not got bevoud the third or fourth
thonsund. The late Samuel Bottles onco
told me his experience. Ho had written
his cupitul book on the Far West at the
time of the Pacitlo Railway excitement,
when millions of people- woro eager for
the information lmbookcontained, Nover
did book seem to bo iu greater demand; it
was sold in England as won as in
Amorica, and all tho newspapers in both
countrios quoted from it and commented
on it. Mr. Bowles said that ho nover
mot a person who had not read it or
who did not say ho read it, I forgot
which. And yet, he asked, how many
copies do you supposo satisfied this
enormous demand of ovorybody ? Fif
teen thousand filled tho market.
I believe the majority of business men
read a book very rarely; the majority of
young men iu business and iu society,
read little they do not give their eveu
incs to reading, and are not apt to take
up a book unloss it becomes tho task of
society. People who spend a good deal
of money on dress, on dinners, or
amuseiuouts, would think it extravagant
to buy a book, and if one is commended
in them, tliov will unit till tliev Can
borrow it or got it from tho library.
They do not hesitate two minutes about
an ordinary two-dollar dinnor, out they
will wait months to borrow a fifty-cent
book. Christian Union.
A Shirt Without a Bosom.
A man in Greenfield, whom we will
call William, got up tho othor morning
and proceodod to put on a shirt which
his wife had just made for him after a
new pattern. As she stood at the mirror,
curling her hair, she heard a suppressed
sound half-way between a groan and an
oath, and, turning round, said, laugh
ing, "Why, my dear!"
"Shut up!" he ejaculated. "You area
born fool! Nevor let a woman attempt to
fit a shirt, sho can't do it; it is ono of tho
impossibilities."
"But William" doprecatingly
"Don't you talk let me bilk. Do you
think I'm going down town in this rig?
A pretty disposition you've got; iust be
cause I happoncd to find a littlo fault
last week with your ironing, you must
go and mako a shirt without a bosom!
Such malicious conduct madam, is un
pardonable. Shut up, I say! I won't
hear a word. When a starched shirt
front is the only finery a man indulges
in, is he not excusable for being par
ticular in regard to that, I should
like to know? And this thing sits like
the d 1. Look how baggy it is here in
front, and it feels behind os if there was
a board bound across mo "walking up
and looking in tho glass, hitching up
first one shoulder and then the othor,
after tho indescribable manner of inon
trying on a now jacket.
His wife dared not speuk, but, bring
ing a good-sized mirror from the next
room, she held it up behind him for a
moment; and perceiving, by his chop
fallen expression, that he saw the point
and the front, she ran down stairs to
settle the coffee and see that Bridget had
set the table geometrically.
As William walked down to his offlco
that morning he said to the first friend
that he met: "I tell you, Tom, that littlo
wife of mine is a born genius. Look at
this shirt, now. Sho cut and made it
all herself. Do you see; it opous De
hind; no confounded buttonholes to
bother a fellow. Just send your wife up
for the pattern." And it was by the way
of Tom s wife that Lizzie first knew that
William was pleased with his shirts.
Goijiel Banner,
Get the Boy's Heart. Get hold of
the boy's heart. Yonder locomotive
with its thundering train comes liko a
whirlwind down the track, and a regi
ment of armed mon might Beek to arrest
it in vain. It would crush them and
plunge unheeding on. But thore is a
little lever in its mechanism that, at tne
pressure of a man's hand, will slacken
its speed, and in a moment or two bring
it panting and still, like a whipped
spaniel, at your foet. By the somo little
lever the vast steamship is guided hither
and yonder, upon the sea, in spite of ad
verse wind and current. That sensitive
and responsive spot by which a boy's
life ii controlled is his heart. With
your grasp gentle and firm on that helm,
you may pilot him whither you will.
Never doubt that he has a heart. Bad
and willful boys very often have the
tonderest heart; hidden away somewhere
beneath incrustations of sin or behind
barricades of pride. And it is your
business to get at that heart, get hold of
that heart, keen hold of it by sympathy.
confiding in him, manifestly working
only for bis good, by little indirect
kindnesses to his mother or sister, or
even his pet dog. See him at his home
or invite him to yours. Provide him
some little pleasures set him to some little
service of trust for you; love him, love
him practically. Any way and every
way rnle him through his heart. j aun
day School Times,
Reverence for Old Thing,
Do yon know, anyhow, I don't feel
very much rovercneo for old things that
aro simply old. I supoo it is heathen
ish and awfully boorish, but I can't help
it. Hero the other day, a man bought
an old spinuing w heel. "One hundred
aud twelve years old," ho told mo
proudly, and he was going to tako it
homo and set it up in his library aud
never part with it. And for tho life of
me I couldn't see why. The man didn't
eveu know the namo of tho family ho
bought it of. It bod no iuterost in tho
world for him beyond its ago. He might
have gono out into tho street and picked
up a bouldor two thousand years old
with just as much local and historical
iutorest for him as tho spinning wheel.
But that tho fWiucr owner of that spin
ning wheel should sell it for money, that
did surprise mo. It had a world of mem
ories for him. Ho could touch tho treadlo
aud the whirring wheel would croon out
tho same old mouotono that hail droned its
drowsy accompaniment to tho cradlo
songs that hushed him to sleep in his
baby days; it would sing to him in his
manhood aud in tho long evenings of his
old ago, of a white-haired "grandma"
and a mother with a patient face and
beautiful eyes; it would sing of a
thousand old-tiuio memories and for
gotten faces; it would repeat snatehos of
old songs, and' old forgotten tender
words for him; it would sing how tlie
tender mother's faeo grew patient and
sad and careworn as tho years wont on,
and tho beautiful eyos were failed with
tears and dimmed with watching, and
the lovely hand fainted with weariness,
until at last one day tho whirring wheel
stood still, and its sileueo spread a great,
heavy quiet all over the old homo. How
the man whose grandmother and mother
sat at thut busy wheel could sell it, I can
not understand. But what it could be
to tho man who bought it is fully as
great a mystery. It will sing none of
those songs to him. It would be liko a
man talking Bengaleo to a Spanish
parrot. liufdette in JIawkeye,
Shodld Tired Tcoplo go to Church I
Many of thoso who stay at homo all
day Sunday becau;e thoy aro tired make
a great mistake; they are much more
weary on Sunday night than they would
have beeu had thoy gone to church at
least once; asthetimo must often drag
heavily on Sunday for the lack of some
thing to do aud to think about; and tho
consciousness of having spent tho day
unprotltably must sometimes add mental
disturbance and dissatisfaction to the
languor thut follows idleness.
Moroover, those tired peoplo would
often find refreshment for their minds
and their hearts in the quiet services
of tho church. They would soouro
by means of them a chongo of mound
atmcsphoro, and tho suggestion of
thoughts and motives and seutimonts
which are out of the range of their
work. For a hard-working mechanic
or salesman, or housokoepcr, or teacher,
this diversion of tho thought toother
than the customary thomos might bo tho
most restful way of spending a portion
of the day of rost.
We happen to know of several cases in
which this prescription has been used
with excellent results. Thoso who woro
wont to stay at homo because they were
too tired on Sunday to go to church,
h ive boon induood to try tho experiment
of socking rest, for thoir souls m woll as
for their bodies, in tho sanctuary, for a
small part of every Sunday; and they
testify that thoy have found what they
sought; that the observance has proved a
refreshment rathor than a weariness, uud
that thoir Sundays nover gave them so
much good rost whon thoy stayod nt
liomo as thoy havo givon them siuco thoy
fouud tho habit of church going. Good
Company,
Humors or a Paris Kcstaiirant.
Thore is a good story told of a famous
restaurateur warmly rocoiuniouding to
customer, whom, although rion, no
knew to bo no connoissour in wiuo, a
certain Bordeaux, which ho allegod to bo
of some splendid old vintage: "L can
vouch for what I say," urged tho ret
taurateur, "for I know it was put in tho
bottle the day my grandmthor was Dap
tized." The innocent victim consented,
and the wine was brought in a bottlo
so oovorod willi cobwebs and dirt that it
looked more like a large rat than any
else. Tho "cradlo" was handlod most
carefully by tho sommelier, and tho cork
was drawn with much ceremony, imag
ine tho horror of tho poor restaurateur,
and the hilarity-of tho enstomor when a
tly came Duz.ing out, rejoicing ai, uuviu(j
regained its libortyl
Another fact worth romemberiug is
thut, no matter what you may ask for,
eveu if it be a friod pioco of the moon,
the waiters will invariably reply, "Yes,''
and either brings it to you, or, on re
turning, assert with sorrow that uuior
tnnutolv thore is no more left. Mory,
the well known author, tried this joke on
once, and peremptorily ordered of a
waiter a sphinx a la Maretigo, " I am
sorry to say wo have no more monsieur,"
ronlied the oareon. " What! No more
sphinx?" exclaimod Mery, feigning as
tonishment. ,Tho waiter loworod his
voice and murmured in a confidential
whisper: "We have somo moro, mou
sieur; but the truth is I should not care
to serve them to you, as thoy are not
quite fresh!" Whitehall Jlcview.
Aw TiBTrnv Opiitm Eateb. A clertrv
man gave a St. Louis congregation, last
Sunday, a thrilling account of his torri
l.ln arnnrinnnn na an onium eater, telling
1H47 to 1HU0 he practised med-
icino in the Mississippi vauey, auu Hav
ing to ride night and day for at least
ln,ir tnnnflia lit thn VBaf. eXROSod
a is u v m 1
to malaria, commenced to take
quinine in from five to ton
grain doses. He then added mor
phine to the quinine, and after a time
fjegan to drink whiskey. In 1805 he
fully concentrated himself to the minis
try, and in 1HC7 was appointed pastor of
the First Methodist Church of St. Louis.
There he remained until he was sent to
Lexington, Mo. In the latter part of
1870 trouble came upon him and he be
gan to nse opium and whiskey to excess.
One grain of opium was found insuffi
cient, and he increased the dose until he
found himself taking twenty-five grains.
His description of his sufferings during
this pei iod filled his audience with the
deepest sympathy.
ALL 80KTS.
The gout may be said to be a beacon
on tho rock of luxury to warn us against
it.
The sublimity of wisdom is to do theso
things living which are desired to bo
when dying.
Tho rice crop of Louisiana this year
was ouo of tho largest and best ever
grown there.
It is no vanity for a man to pride him
self on what ho has honestly got and
prudently uses.
Lot him who regrots tho loss of time
mako procr use of thut which is to
come iu tho future
Ideas generate ideas; liko a potato.
which, out in pieces, reproduces itself in,
a multiplied form.
Cotton planters in northorn Texas aro '
employing Chinese laborers to gather
their ootton crop.
To eudeavor to w ork upon the vulgar
with fino sense is liko attempting to how
blocks of marblo with a razor.
Happiness is liko a sunbeam, which
tho leust shallow intercepts, whilo ad
versity is ofton as tho rain of spring.
Do that which is right. Tho resiicct of
mankind will follow; oi, if it do not, you '
will be ablo to do without it.
"Tho book to read," says Dr. MeCosh.
"is not tho ono w hich thinks for you, but
tho one which makos you think.
A wiso man ought to hope for tho best.
bo prepared for tho worst, and bear with
eqaiiiinity whatever may happen."
Col. Littier, of Davenport, estimates
tho amonnt of butter now mado in cream
eries in Iowa is 50,000,000 pound por
annum.
Daniel Kelly, of Whoaton, Illinois,
had his famous ram, Matchless, aud two
othor high priced rams killed by dogs.
His loss was
A maiden lady of our aoquaiutance has
resolvod to change hor name to "Conclu
sions," having heard that mon sometimes
jump that way.
Quiz, having drawn a man of tho
world, was asked why ho marked the Po
lar regions "L. S.;" and ho said. "Be
cause it is the place of the seal."
Tho man who has not anything to
boast of but his illustrious aucestors is
like a potato plant the only good be
longing to him is undor ground.
A very rich man said: "I worked like a
slavo till I was forty to make my for
tune and 1 vo been watching it uko a
detective ever since for my lodging, food
and clothes."
A wicked man in Davenport, being on
his death-bed, wishod to consult some
propor person rogarding his future state
and his, friouds scut a firo-insuranco
agont to him.
A Brockport man d roamed recently
that his aunt was dead, and tho dream
proved true. He tried tlie samo game
with his mothor-in-law; but it uuint
work worth a cont.
Vormont has a law in favor of farmors
who lost heavily by dogs killing slieop.
A dog tax is levied which has had thd
effect of pntting nino-tenths of the worth
less brutes out of existence.
There was a young woman namod
Hannah, who behaved in a frivolous
manner; while hor pa Btood in prayer,
sho put tacks in his chair whiuh he sat
on, and cus sed his llanuau.
A lady entered a drug store and asked.
for a bottle of "Jano's oxporionoo." Iho
olork iuformad hor that Jane hadn't bot -tied
her exporionce yet, but thoy could
furnish "Jayno's Expoctoraut."
Thincs are not exactly right. A care
ful political economist closoly calculates
that tho women in this county might an
nually savo $11,500,000 in ribbons, which
the mou might spend in cigars.
A talkative man annoyed a lady at a
dinnor party by constantly arguing in
favor or strong drink, ana at iust sain to
hor, "You know, madam, that drink
drives away cares and make us forgot."
The tobacco crop in Wisconsin has
maturod finely. Drought in the Clarks-
villo, Toun., touacco district, ana aiso in
tho Groon rivor district in Kentucky, has
damaged the tobacco crop considerably .
It is about throo woeks luto,
A Miss Gush was olocted School
Superintendent in Mono County, oa
Wednosday appointed a male dopnty,
and on .Tuesday, mrariod him. This
shows how mean womon can be when
thoy have the advantage of a man.
Tho cotton crop in Alabama, Arkansas,
Goorgia, Mississippi, Tennessoo, Louisi
ana and Texas is reported exoollent ex
copt in portion of the two last named
Stutes, whore complaint is mado of too
much rain and damage by worms.
A university studont broke throngb.
the ico on Lake Montana, the other day,
whore tho water was only i foet deep.
When he was hauled out and laid upon
ico, he faintly whisporod: "Boys, I
didn't care for myself, but I'm on
gagod." The importation this year of heavy
draught breeding horses from Europe to
the United States is notiooably large, and
bids fair to exceed that of J870, when
about 300 animals were brought over.
Those horses are chiolly of the Per
choron and Clydesdale broods.
A thornloss blackberry, called tho
Wachusett, is doscribod as being loss
acrid than other blackberries, a good
boaror where others have failed, and ia
both hoavy and light soils a good berry
of medium size; shins and keeps well,
cane hardy and free from thorns.
The late Senator Sumner was a dis
criminating man and precise in his man
ner of statement. At the salo of his
personal effects in Boston, $05 was paid
for an old ltoman lamp, bearing the in
scription, "The good shepherd givotb.
bis lite lor tne sueep, to wuicu our.
Sumner had addod, "of all colors."
The United States Consul at Florence,
in his unpublished report to the State
Department, gives a method of preserv
ing buds for grafting, o that they are
good for over a year. They are placed
in tin tubes filled with honey, and then
hermetically sealed. For short time and
distances water is used instead of honey.
Miss Dudu Flotcher, the author of
"Kismet," is to marry Lord Wentworth,
an English nobleman, and in two or
three years from now, when an aristo
cratic voice is heard from beneath tho
pillow remarking, "Dndu, do do some
thing to stop that child's noise," tho
effect will be very funny to everybody
but Dudu,