COMPEXSAT 05.
For every leaf of f3,
A golden tbeafi..
Fo-every Ming flower,
A ripened iheef ;'
For every perched team!
A ilmp of rsin ;
For every lunnr dy,
The Ur gin.
Fur every wsrrinz wsye,
A pretty (bell ;
For every sound of wo?;
A joy ou bell ; .
For every putiog are,
A iiHrfber'i ki-e;
And wbit eould better be,
Der child, than Ibiit
leorge Cooper,
T1KI56 BOABDEES.
"It was a scandal," tbe neighbors said,
'tUt Miss Deli should be obliged to
take boarder, after all she'd been
tbrough;and heaven knows boarder did
Lelp a body work ont her salvation. And
ao much money in the family, too, tak
ing it by mall and large! Wasn't her
Uncle Ebcn, over at Dover, well-to-do,
and not a chick of Lis own to care for ex
cept the boy he Lad adopted, who was
no credit to him? It was odd , now, that
man with poor relutions should take a
stranger when his own Bean ana iiiooa
was needy: bnt sometimes it does seern
as if folks had more fueling for others
than for their own kith and km Then
there were cousins in the city.forehanded
and fashionable, who were never worth
a row of pins to Delia, and there was
her great-nncle John's widow alarkin' on
the continent, a-garnbling at JJaden an
den. and trying the waters of every min'
end spring in the three kingdoms, for
no disease under tbe sun but old age.
She had been known to say that her folks
were too rich already, and probably she
would endow some hospital with her
property." Plainly, wealthy relatives
were of no value to Miss Delia. To be
sure, she had never seen her great-aunt
niece since she was a child, when her
nnclo John bad brought her into their
life for a mouth s visit, with her French
maid and dresses, her jowels and fallals,
which won the heart of her name
sake. Since (ben Uncle John's widow
had become a sort of gilded creation, al
ways young and beautiful: for, though
Delia bad received little gifts occasion
ally from across tbe seas for the lant fif
teen years, she had neither beard nor
aeen anything of the being who had in
spired her youthful imagination.and was
Juite uncertain if such a person as Mrs.
ohn Kogerson was in the land of tho
living. Dead or alive, she 'seemed to
have no difference iu Delias humdrum
life. After having nursed her father
through, a long sicknesj, Delia found
that he bad left a heavy mortgage on the
homestead, and her mother and herself
on the high road to the poor bouse, un
ions they should better themselves. As
her mother was already bedridden, the
stirring naturally fell upon Delia, and
abe advertised for sundry boarders :
Good board in the country to tho
river side, at seven dollars a week.
Large chambers, broad piazzas, fino
views, borrios and new milk. One mile
from the station. Address
Delia Koohbho.v,
Croftoborongh, Maine.
"Cheap enough!" commented an
Iderly lady who happened upon it.
"Delia Rgerson. An old maid, I sup
pose, obliged to look ont for herself.
I've a good mind to try ber brood piazzas
and new milk. If I don't like it, there'll
Le no barm done."
And so Delia's first boarder arrived
an old lady with false frout bair, brown,
wrinkled skin, faded eyes, a black alpuct
gown and a bair trunk. Delia in ado her
as welcome as if she bad been a duchess;
lightod a fire in Mrs. Clement's room, as
the night was damp, and brought out bnr
daintiest cup and saucer, with the fade
less old roses wreathing them. "Won
dorfully kind," roflaoted Mrs. Clement,
as she combed out bor wisps of gray hair
and confided the false front to a box.
"Wonderful kindness for seven dollars a
wcekt Hue's now to tho trade. Sho'll
learn' better. Unman nature doesn't
chango with latitudes. She'll find it
doesn't pay to considor tho comfort of a
poverty-stricken old crcsturo." But iu
spite of ber worldly wisdom, Mrs. Clem
ent was forced to confess that Delia hud
begun as she meant to bold out, though
other boardors came to domuud her at
tention, to multiply bor cares. Tho fret
and jar of conflicting temperament
under her roof wus a new experience to
Delia. When Mrs. Uriscoruu complained
of tho mosquitoes, with an air as if Miss
Itogorson wero responsible for their cre
ation; of the flios, as if they were new
acquaintances; of want of appetite, as
though Delia bad screed to supply it
along with borries and now milk; of tho
weuthor, as if she Lad pledged herself
thcro would be no sudden ehangos to
annoy her hoarders; of the shabby house
and antiquated furniture, "too old for
comfort and not old enough for fashion"
then Delia doubtod if taking boarders
was ber mission. "What' makes you
keep us, my dear?" asked Mrs. Clement,
after a day when evorythiug and every
body bud soenied to go wrong. "Why
didn't you ever marrj? You bad a lover,
i dare say."
"Yes; a long, long time ago."
"Tell mo about bim it?"
"There isn't much to tell. lie askod
me to marry him. lie was going to Aus
tralia. I couldn't leave father and
mother you know (they were both fee
lie,) and ho couldn't stay here. "That's
all."
"And you yon "
" 'Now all men beside are to me like
shadows.' "
"And Lave you ncvor Leurd of him
since?"
"Yes. lie wrote; but where was the
use? It could never come to anything.
It was better for Litn to forgot mo aud
mirrr I w ziZZZ SDOU; uia
neck. I didn't answer his letter."
"And supposing bo should return
aomo day, would von marry him?"
"I dare say," laughed Delia, gently,
as if tbe idea were familiar, "let the
neighbors laugh eVor so wisely, I've
thought of it sometimes, sitting alone,
when the world was barren and common
place. One must have recreation of some
kind, you know. Everybody requires a
little romance, a little poetry, to flavor
every day thinking and doing. I'm afraid
you think me a silly old maid, Mrs.
Clement."
"No. The bear never grows old. The
akin shrivels, tbe color departs, the eyes
fade, the feat t res grow pinched; but the
soul is beir of eternal youth it is as
hi.ntifnl at fourscore as at 'sweet 20.
Time makes amends for the ravages of
tl.a bodv br developing the spirit, ion
didn't tell me yonr lover's name. Per
baps yon would rather not."
"Ilia nsme wss Stephen Langdon,
Sometimes Captain Seymour runs
against bim in Melbourne, and brings me
word bow be looks and what be ia doing;
though I never ask, and Stephen never
aaaa tor me mat u u,
Delia's summer boarders were not a
success, t be sure. If they took no
money ont of ber pocket, they put none
in. She was obliged to eke out her sup
port by copying for Lawyer Danmore
and embroidering for Mrs. Judge Dorr.
One by one ber boarders dropped away
like autum leaves; an out om mt
clement.
"I believe 111 stay on," she said. "I'm
getting too old to move often. Perhaps
you take winter boarders at reduced
rates, tn?"
"Do you think my terms high?"
"By no means. But wbeu one's purse
is low-"
"Yes; I know. Do stay at yonr own
price. I can't spare you. '
She bad crown such a fondness for the
old lady that to refuse ber would have
seemed like turning ber own mother out
of doors: besides one month more
would not signify. But she found it
hard to make both ends meet, and often
went to bed binary that ber mother and
Mrs. Clement might enjoy enough.
without there appearing to be "just a
pattern." At Christmas, however, came
a ray of sunshine lor Leiia, in uie snape
of a hundred-dollar bill irom an un
known friend.
"It can't be meant for me." she cried,
It's directed to DeliatKogerson," said
her mother; "and there's nobody else of
that name, i?w that your Aunt Delia's
dead."
"We are not sure she's duad, "objected
Delia.
"Horrors! Don't you know whether
your own aunt is dead or alive? asked
Mrs. Clement.
"It isn't our fault. She is rich and
lives abroad. I was named for ber. I
used to look in the glass and try to be
lieve I'd inherit her beauty with the
name, though she was only our great'
uncle's wife."
"She ought to be doing something for
yon-
now can sue, u sue is dead; i uon t
blame ber, anyway. Her money is ber
own t) use according to ber pleasure.
Lncle John made it himself and gave it
to her."
"But if she should come back to
yon, having run through with it, you'd
divide your last crust with her, I'll be
i..i
"I suppose I should," replied Delia.
The winter wore away as winters will,
and tbe miracles of spring began in fields
and nayside; and Delia's boarders re
turned with the June roses, and dropped
away again with the falling leaves, and
still Mrs. Clement stayed on and on.
Just now she bad been some weeks in
arrears with ber reduced board. No
money bad been forthcoming for some
time, and she was growing more feeble
daily, needed tho luxuries of an invalid
and the attention of a nurse, both of
hich Delia bestowed upon her, without
taking thought of tbe morrow.
"I must bear from my man-of-busi-
ncss to-morrow, Delis; I am knee
doep in debt to yon," she began one
night.
"Don t mention it!" cried Delia. "I d
rather never see a cent of it than have
you take it to heart. Yon are wel
come to stay aud share pot-luck with
us; you are such company for mother
and me."
"Thank you, my dear. I've grown as
fond of you as if yon were my own flesh
and blood. There, turn down the light,
please. Draw tue curtain, dear, and put
another stick on tho fire, please. It
grows chilly, doesn t it. 1 ou might kiss
mo just once, if you wouldn't mind. It's
a hundred years or so sinco anyone
kissed me."
And next morning when Delia .carried
np Mrs. Clement's breakfast, her board
er lay cold and still upon the pillows."
i he rJrst shock over, Delia wrote to
tho lawyer of whom she had beard Mrs.
Clement speak as having charge of her
affairs, beggiug him to notify that lady's
relatives, if she had any. In reply Mr.
Willis wrote: "lhe late Mrs. Clements
appears to have no near relatives. Some
distant cousins, who have an abundance
of thic world's goods, yet served ber
shabbily when she tested their generos
ity as sho has tried joins, are all that
remain of her family. Iu the meantime
1 enclose you a copy of her list will and
testament, to peruse at your leistue."
"What interest does he think I take in
Mrs. Clements will," thought Delia;
but she read, nevertheless:
Being of sound mind this the lGth day
of Juno, 1H , I, Delia Ilogerson Clem
ent, do hereby leave one hundred dollars
to each of my cousins; and I bequeath
the rosiduo of my property, viz., thirty
thousand dollars invested in the Ingot
.Mining Company, fifty thousand dollars
iu United States bouds, twenty thousaud
in the Fortune Flannel mills, and my
jewels, to the beloved niece of mr first
husband, John Rogerson, Delia Roger-
son, of Croftsborough, Maine.
' tor I was a stranger and ye took me
in; hungry, aud ye fed me; sick, and ye
ministered unto me."
"Goodness alive!" cried the neighbors.
whon the facts reached their ears. "What
a profitable thiug it is to take borders.
Everybody in town will be trying it. Of
courso Steve Langdon will come aud
marry her, if she were forty old maids.
ion may stick a piu in there!
Delia did not open her bouse to
boarders the next season. She found
enough to do in looking after her money
and spending it; in repljiug to letters
from indigent jeople, w ho seemed to in
crease alurmiugly; in receiving old
menus, who suddenly found time to re
member her existence. And sure
enough, among the rest appeared Steve
Langdon, aud all the village said; "I
told you so."
"It's not m t fault that you and I are
single yet, Delia," he said.
"And we are too old to think of it
now, Steve."
"Nonsense! It's never too late to
mend. I'm not rich, Delia, but I've
enough for two and to spare."
"I wouldn't be contented not to drive
in my carriage and have servants under
me now," laughed Delia.
"Indeed I Then pertfaps you have a
better match in view. Captain Seymour
asked me, by the way, if I had come to
interfere with Squire Jones' interest."
"Yes. Squire Jones j nposei to me
last week."
"Now, see here, Delia. Have I ccme
all the way from Melbourne on a fool's
errand 7 There I was growing used to
my misery and loneliness, when the man
brings in a letter in a strange hand,
which tells me that my dear love, Delia
Rogerson, loves and dreams of me still,
is poor and alone, and needs me me
And tbe letter ia signed by her aunt,
Mrs. Clement, who ought to know. I
packed my household goods and came."
"1m glad that you did.
"In order that I may congratulate
Squire Jones?
"But I haven't accepted bim. In fact,
I've refused bim because
"Bocsuse you will marry yonr old
love, like the lass in the song, Delia?
In Croftsborough people are not yet
tired of telling how a woman made
money by taking boarders. In Je
pendent.
IM Charinlnf.
There is no perfection in this world,
and ao it happened that once upon a time
Holiday House for so I called it in my
fancy now was troubled by strange vis
itants. Singular noises were beard at
the watching honr of eight, and bells
were rung unaccountably, when all visi
ble bands were in bed. Nora, Granny's
favorite maid, began to grow pale, and to
go about after dusk uneasily, and with
seared looks. I or was sue mnch com
forted when certain depredations on
Granny's stores, accompanied by other
sufficient evidence, had convinced tbe
household that rats were the cause of
the disturbance. To Nora's mind, rata
were acaicely less terrible than ghosts;
indeed, I am sure her fancy invested
them with some of tbe terrors of the su
pernatural.
One night, coming into our room witu
a candle when we were fast asleep, she
spied a black spot on my sister Bessie s
pillow, a spot which fled precipitately
when the light appeared. With a scream
that rang through tbe bouse, Nora fell
on ber knees, and was prsying and cross
ing herself frantically when Granny
hnrried in. She turned her entreaties
to ber mistress then, and clinging to
dear Grannr.sbe wept before her and im
plored that she might that very hou
be allowed to go in search oi a man (she
had heard ber mother speak of him) who
was possessed of a charm fatal to rats.
The lives of the innocent children, 6he
said, might be sacrificed if the mistress
persisted in ber refusal; for if Bessie's
gutrdian angel bad not sent her Nora
into the room at that moment, the rat
wonld surely have sucked the sweet
child's blood! Granny did not like the
rats, certainly; yet she was very un
willing to lend her countenance to the
practice of occult arts; but it was not in
ber long to resist tears and entreaties.
Beside, the girl wss half wild with ter
ror; so there was nothing for it but to
consent. Early the next day Granny
promised her she should be permitted to
go in search of the man, whose name
even she did not know, and who she
acknowledged might have died long since
without having imparted his secret to
another. Nora spent the rest of the
night open-eyed in our room, sewing to
keep herself awake, and did not thereby
improve her mental condition.
Next morning, when we knew that
business was in hand, all of ns who were
old enough to feel interested in it were
for escorting Nora on her way; and what
could that best of Grannies do but pack
us np a banket of provisions, and send ns
off in the green donkey cur that had done
duty before on many a summer's day
ramble. To all but Nora the whole thing
was a summer dav's frolic; and I am
afraid we ill requited her ready sym
pathy with all our childish fears and
troubles, by making her snxiety on this
oa.'osiou the subject of our thoughtless
mockery. It was a day's journey to find
out that old man and to bring him buck
ith us. Persistent inquiries of various
individuals at length brought ns upon
the right track, aud late in the
afternoon we came in sight of the
man we wanted, lie was a small
old man, somewhat past the
years of labor sitting at bis cabin door
smoking a pipe, his little grandchild at
his feet stringing daisies. He had long
white bair, aud a cast of countenance
that even gave me the idea of a covetous
aud unscrupulous character. To our
disappointment, be drew Nora apart, in
order to ler.rn why we bad come in seurch
of him, aud the few words we heard them
exchange, were in Irish. They were not
long, however, jn coming to an under
standing, for Nora soon came back to us,
looking more contented than she Lad
done for somo days; and she told us that
if we would let the old man have her
place in the car, she would take a short
way across the fields, aud meet us near
homo.
It was growing dark when we arrived
at Holiday House, and Granny was on
the steps looking ont for us. I remem
ber she kissed us all as we came in, but
was not quite gracious to Nora, whose
action she still regarded with disfavor.
e were all very tired Bessie indeed
was carried in fast asleep so that we
could give Granny no account of our
doings until we had been refreshed with
supper.
Meanwhile in another part of the
n-mises tho "charmer" was at work.
When Nora came to prepare the child
re n for bed, she told us that before he
would partake of any refreshments, he
hud called for a pen, ink and paper; and
having torn the last into slips, ho pro
ceeded to write ou each pieco some mys
tic words, that no one should on any ac
c unt presumo to read or try to read.
This ifono, the papers were rolled up
into H)llets, and placed, with ceromonies
that none were allowed to witness, in
every rat's hole that hail been discovered.
If they were removed nr trwio)J ;ot
oulv would tho charm be broken, bnt
prolwbly worse things than rats would
visit the bouse. The charmer was then
rewarded in money by contributions
raised among the servants; for they
would not ask the mistress to pay for
proceedings to which she had consented
oniv under protest. They scrupled not.
however, to feast bim liberally upon her
good things; and after enjoying this re
past be left the house.
We were too sleepy that night to think
much about the mysterious inscriptions;
but next dsy they were the subject of
many surmises; and by the afternoon
curiosity ao far overcame the slight awe
with which we bad at first regarded the
prohibition, that we resolved on the bold
step of examining tbe papers inquisi
tive and irreverent little people that we
were, encouraged somewhat, I am afraid,
br Granny. Having first made sure that
Nora was well out of the way, we abut
ourselves op in tbe playroom, where the
rate bad a favorite hole, w itu uie neip
of a knitting-needle, George succeeded
in extracting one or two papers. Ou
each there was written rude couplet,
containing some exhortation to the rats
to depart from the Louse. This is the
Only one I fully remember:
Black rtts sod while! blue rats sod pmi!
Uoduooto Mr. saoua,ad Deivr corns bstk
Uis way.
More merciful than Lis forefathers,
our charmer had not sought to compass
tbe death of tbe vermin, but only to puss
the in on to the neighbors!
I suppose tbe rata bad already accept
ed this rythmical notice to quit; for not
withstanding our interference with the
proper working of the charm, my recol
lection is that tbe bouse was troubled
with them no more. I Chamber's Jour
nal.
An American View o Brazil.
. Mr. John Beitler, a young Pittsburg
man. who went to Brazil to seek a for
tune almost seven years ago.has returned
to bis home in this city. He does not give
a very glowing account of the country,
and states that the opportunities present
ed there for the encouragement of
American enterprise are not very exten
sive without lsrge financial resources. It
is hardly tbe place for young men of even
more than ordinary pluck and energy to
visit and grow up with the country, un
less they have money and are prepared
to grow slowly. The country is flooded
with American inventions and knick
knacks, and the listless Brazilians, who
in former times looked upon such novel
ties from the States great discoveries,
have lapsed into a state of more or less
indifference. The telephone has been in
use for many months, tbe roller-skating
as one of the sports in the large cities
and other contrivances have lost their
novelty. Mr. Beitler says that the na
tive Brazilians are gradually becoming
more "civilized" since the number of
Englishmen, Americans and comers
from all quarters of tbe globe
are introducing customs as new
to the natives as they are frequent. Rio
Janeiro, with its 400,000 inhabitants, is
gradually assuming metropolitan airs,
and you can ride all through its paved
streets in a Pennsylvania street car. Mr.
Beitler reports that the country is
traversed by a number of railroads, all
narrow gauge, however, save the Dom
Pedro road, and one which was built by
English capitalists and operated by
Englishmen. The former road owns 200
Baldwin locomotives. One of the best
engineers on the road is a young man
named Lewis, formerly of Allegheny
City. Most of the other engineers are
natives, and most of them know as much
about the locomotive as the hind brake
man. So says Mr. Beitler. The chief
industry of Brazil, the cultivation of
coffee, is gradually diminishing, accord
ing to the same authority. Many of the
planters are leaving for Central America
and Mexico, which Mr. Beitler thinks is
destined to become a great country
for that industry. Pittsburgh Tele
graph. lieasoii in Birds.
Several years ago a pair of my canaries
built; while tho hen was setting the
weather became intensely hot. She
drooped, and I began to fear that she
would not be strong enough to batch the
eggs. 1 watched the birds closely and
soon found that the cock was a devoted
nurse. He bathed in the fresh cold
water I supplied every morning, then
went to the edge of the nest, aud the ben
buried her head iu his breast and was re
freshed. Without hands and without a
sponge what more could we have done?
The following spring tho same bird was
lisngiug in a window with three other
canaries; each in a separate cage. I was
sitting in the room and heard my little
favorite give a peculiar cry. I looked
up and saw ull the birds crouch
ing on their perches, paralyzed
with fright. On going to the window to
ascertain the cause of their terror I saw
a large balloon passing over the end of
the street. The birds did not move till
it was out of si'dit, w hen all gave a chirp
of relief. Tho balloon was only in
sight of the bird who gave tho alarm, and
I have no doubt he mistook it for a bird
of prey. I have a green and a yellow
canary banging side by side. They are
treated exactly alike and are warm
friends. Ono has often refused to par
take of some delicacy till the other was
supplied with it. One duy I had five
blossoms of dandelion; 1 gave three to
the green bird, two to the yellow one.
The latter flew about his cage singing in
a shrill voice, and showing unmistakable
signs of anger. Guessing the cuuse, I
took away one of the three flowers, when
both birds settled down quiety to enjoy
their feast. I bpectator.
Blaug Pliraicg.
Perhaps no other slang phrase ever
became so popular as "Whut, never?"
at all events among those who speak
English, savsa writer in tho Traveler.
"Who struck Billy Patterson?" "Do
you bruise your oats?" "Don't give it
away," and others attained consider
able notoriety, but the Pinafore "pug"
discounted them all put together. Per
haps the fuuniest rendering of it was
that attributed to a friend of John
Stetson, the manager, upon whom every
now ioke of a tbentrical character
immediately saddled. Somebody asked
him whether Stetson ever spe'lled an
English word correctly in bis life. The
usual "What, never?"followed, and this
sincere friend wound up by saying, "No,
by, not even hardly ever." It was the
same gentleman who was in Stetson's
company one morning when they waited
three hours for a metropolitan Elevated
railroad train, not knowing that no trains
ran on that line on Sunday. Noticing
the initials 'VM. E. It. "on the stution.the
frieud asked Stetson what they meant.
"Methodists Episcopal railroad, ' replied
John. It wasStetsen who first approached
Sarah Bernhardt with a view
of bringing ber to America. He armed
himself with a blank check and an in
terpreter and sent up bis name. His in
terpreter gave him the message in reply:
"Madamoiselle can not be disturbed.
She is in ber room with sciatica." "Just
my luck," said Stetson, testily. "Some
Italian loafer always gets ahead of me."
Evening toilets are to be trimmed with
deep Chantilly lace flounces.
T Dutch CapUln'i Derke.
"Sail on stvrboard bow!"
"What ia she?" asken Captain Martin
Pieterson, looking anxiously in that di
rection; for in tbe Eastern at as. two
hundred year ago, every strange tail
was a terror to the captain of a well
laden Dutch merchantman.
"Can t quite make ber ont yet,"
answered uie lookout at uie mast-head.
"Looks like a brigantine she has a very
I . ; i . mi it -
rasisu cut, aiiogomer.
The captain's face darkened and hi
lips tightened. They tightened still
more a few minutes later, when the look
out hailed again:
"She's a briganline, bearing right
down upon ns.
Every face among the crew seemed to
harden suddenly, but no one spoke,
Indeed, what need was there of words?
All on board understood in a moment
what was before them they were about
to be attacked by pirates, and there was
not a single cannon, no not even an old
mnsket aboard the vessel.
It was a terrible moment for them
an, more lernoie siui lor the poor
captain. For years Le bad been toiling
and saving, bearing every kind of
hardship and facing every kind of dan
gor, until he had ammost made money
enough to become part owner of the ship
that be commanded. He bad made three
successful trips in her, and was now go
ing borne for good, to settle himself in a
snug little bouse, on tbe great canal, at
Amsterdam, with rosy-cheeked Gredel
Voort, bis old neighbor's only daughter,
for his wile. And now, all in a moment.
be found himself face to face with a hid
eous peril, which threatened bim the
loss ol all he hod in tbe world, and bis
liie.
The crew stood looking moodily at the
approaching vessel, which came sweep
ing over the bright, blue sea, with its
huge sails spread ont like the wings of a
swan, a perfect picture of beauty, though
it brought death along with it. Some of
tbe bolder spirits were beginning to mut
ter to each other that it would be better
to set fire to their own ship, and die like
men, than to be flung into the sea, like
dogs, when the captain's gloomy face
suddenly lighted up as nobody had ever
seen it light np yet, and be burst into
such a loud, hearty laugh that the
doomed were struck with the greatest
surprise.
"Cheer up, lads," he cried, still laugh
ing, "all is not over with ns yet. Come,
now, knock tho head out of that cask of
butter, and thoroughly smear the deck
with it. Be sharp!"
The men only stared blankly at him.
as they thought he had gone mud; and
even the stolid mate opened bis heavy
mouiu in amazement.
"Do you hear?" shouted the captiin.
"Lock sharp, will you? there's no time
to lose. Grease the whole deck, fore and
aft, and the rigging, too, as high as you
can reach. Y e II give the rascals a slip
pery job of it, anyhow."
I hen the sailors begun to understand;
and the shout of laughter that broke
forth would have astonished the pirates
had they been within hearing. In a
twinkling the deck was greasod until it
fairly shone, bulwarks and all.
"Now, boys, soid the captain, "on
with your sea-boots, and put sand on the
soles of them, to keep you from slipping,
and then each one uf you take a hand
spike and bo ready."
lhe pirate was now so near that thev
could see plainly the rabble of gaunt,
sinewy Malays, woolly-headed negroes.
and sallow, black-haired Portuguese that
crowded her decks. A few mfnutcs
more, and she ran alongside; and almost
before the two vessels hail touched, threo
wild figures leaped from the pirate's rig
ging upon the merchantman's deck. But
it was a very unlucky jump for all three.
The first man spun across the slippery
deck as if it bad been a skating rink, and
went right out on the other side. The
seoond tumbled head foremost down the
hatchway into the cook's galley, whero
the black cook considerately piled a heap
of his iron pans upon him in order to
keep him quiet.
"Aha, Massa rirate," said he. grin
ning, Mis ship no do 'Flying Dutch
man,' him de Slip'ry Dutchman!"
The third pirate had leaped on board
as fiercely as if he meant to kill the w hole
crew at one blow; but the only man he
hnrt was himself, for he hit his bead
such a whack that he almost knocked
his brains out, and fell down, roaring
with pain. All this so frightened the
other pirates that they thought the shit
must be bewitched, and rushing buck to
their own vessel with a howl of dismay,
made off as fust as possible.
For many years after, one of the fa
miliar sights of Amsterdam was a portly
old gentleman with a jolly red face, at
the sight of which the boys wero nsod to
singing :
"Oupuin Virtln PI, iProon
M'ti hi hl sb il fr-1 bin '
And his wife was never tired of show
ing the huge silver butter dish presented
to bim in honor of his repulse of the
pirate with a cask of butter. f David
Ker, in Harper's Young People.
Ab jht Ivfo Crows.
There is nothing like making sure of
results. During the war 'between
Augustus Ciosar and Marc Antony, when
all tho world stood wondering and un
certain which way Fortune would incline
herself, a poor man at Itome, in order to
be prepared for making, in either event,
a bold hit for bis own advancement, bad
recourse to the following ingenious ex
pedient: "He applied himself to the
training of two crows with such dili
gence that he brought them to the length
of pronouncing, with great distinctness,
the one a salutation to Ciosar, and the
other a salutation to Antony." When
Augustus returned conqueror, the man
went out to meet him with a crow suited
io the occasion perched on bis fist, and
every now and then it kept exclaiming,
"Salve, CiBsar, Victor, Imperator!"
Huil, Cirsar, Conqueror and Emperor!
Augustus, greatly struck and delighted
with so novel a circumstance, purchased
the bird of the man for a sum which im
mediately raised bim into opulence.
Tbe youth who parts bis hair at tbe
equator, sucks tbe head of a rattan cane,
squints with dreamy eyes through airy
Biases, wears number five boots on num
ber six feet, sports a double-breasted
watch, wears a horse's hoof scarf-pin and
sporting-dog studs and aays : "dueed,"
"aw, yes.damme," and "don't you fail to
remember it," has a soft thing in this
bard world. He wears it in his hat just
beneath Lis usually thick skull.
A Dozen ffateriaoit,
A reliable traveler tells tie following
about watersjioutii:
We left Aspinwall on the 11th of Msy
forNewiork. Tbe weather was good
until the 17th. At or about balf-.t two
o clock in the afternoon of that day Cap
tain Williams and a number of the
officers, crew and passengers were aston
ished by the. appearance of a large wter.
spout. I Lave seen tLii remarkable phe
nomena before, but never on such a
gigantic scale. The first one wM seen
about six miles away. A stream of water
seemed to rise from the level of the
ocean, and at the same time another
stream descended from the heavens and
depended from a dark rain cloud like a
great icicle. The two streams met about
midway between aky and water, and
then began to move rapidly to the east
ward. The base of the waterspout ap.
peared to be nearly a quarter of a mile
wide, and then it tapered toward the
middle into an almost imperceptible
line. Suddenly it broke, and there was
a mighty heaving and tumbling alwut of
the waters in the vicinity. We saw
twelve spouts that af ternoon during some
heavy rain squalls. At one time I saw
four of them at once. Thev looked
like lofty spires of a cathedral. 'Through
our glasses we could see that the tops of
the spouts were lost in the clouds. It is
a scientific fact that the di
cannon in the neighborhood will always
cause tnese water-columns to break. Tbe
passengers insisted that the di
a pistol would create sufficient vibration
in tue air to uesiroy a spout which was
a mile away. I loaded my revolver and
fired at the snout. At the wtenn.l W
it broke. I don't know whether it was
the result of the firing or not, but the
thing happened just as I tell you, and at
least it was a remarkable coincidence.
Every time a spout burst, the top part of
it seemed to vanish into vapor, but the
under part would rock the sea for imlo
and our vessel experienced the violent
enocts. in tact, all that alternoon the
water was disturbed. Several times it
was thoncht we wonld havn to elmncra
our course, but the spouts did not ap
proach too near for safety.
Why lie Ate Brans for Dinner.
They tell a good story about oneWv-
mane.a diminutive drummer well known
here and on the Comstock. He stopped
one night at Deming, New Mexico, a
favorite resort of the cow-boys.
"Jdadame, said Abe to the landlady,
"give me some dinner, and be quick
about it. I have not dined since yester
dav." The lady brought bim some bean soup.
"Madame, take that soup away. I
never eat soup. Bring on the roasts
right away."
The lady brought bim a large plate of
pork and beans.
' Madame, take that away. I never eat
those things."
In vain the lady explained that pork
and beans was the best tho bouse
afforded. He was obdurate, and wanted
roast beef, rare. A mild-mannered,
blue-eyod cow-boy at the table then
chipped in:
"Beggin pardon, stranger, but you
must excuse the lady. We "
"Who aro you, sir?" retorted the
drummer. "I know my business."
"lou don t tell me? said the festive
cow-boy, drawing his navy. "Now, yon
eat them beans. I'm goin' to eat here
an' see you fed. Light into 'em quick,
or I'll open you, sure, and put 'em in.
This is bizness with me, an' I'm
shontin' in yer car."
The unfortunate drummer saw blood
in the air, and was forced to choke four
plates of the unwelcome food down be
fore the cow-boy was satisfied with his
apology to the landlady. Reno Ga
zette
Consumption.
Physicians used to hold that a fatal
issne must follow the formation of tu
bercles on the lun?s. So long as tuber
cular formations could be arrested, there
was hope of a patients recovery; but
when these bad planted themselves in
the lungs, their growth wss inevitable
and fatal. But nature is wiser than phy
sicians, and teaches those who study her
ways valuable lessons. Careful dissec
tion in rece it years has brought to light
many curions facts. Foremost among
these is the certainty that consumption,
in its tubercular form, is often cured. A
series of postmortem examinations in an
Edinburgh hospital, disclosed the fact
that the lungs of one-third of the per
sons who died after 30 years of age bore
marks of tubercles whose growth had
been checked, and in many eases the dis
ease wholly cured. Part of the lungs
have even been destroyed, and - the
cavities filled by the con
traction aud adbesiou tof the walls.
Iu some cuses brous tissue had complete
ly inclosed the purts disintegratsd by the
disease. If consumption is curable, as
these f-cts seem to indicate, scientifio
physicians will never rest till they have
ascertained the most effective methods of
treatment.
Trap tor Sheep-Killing Dogs. The
Lynchburg Yirginian describes an ingen
ious trap devised by a Virginia farmer to
capture sheep-killing dogs. Having suf
fered severely from tbe depredations of
dogs upon his sheep-fold, he built around
a number of sheep that dogs bad killed
an inclosure of rails twelve feet high and
about ten feet square at the ground, the
sides of the trap sloping inward nntil an
opening was left about five feet square.
Any dog could easily climb such a slop
ing fence and entor the pen, but not
even a grey-hound could jump out of it.
In three nights the farmer captured 4C
dogs.including fifteen or twenty that bad
never been seen in that neighborhood
this, after there bad been a public
slaughter of all the dogs suspected of
sheeping killing, save one, whose owner
could not be convinced of bis guilt. The
trap was built for his especial benefit,
and it caught him the first night.
"One author tells ns that he wrote 'In
My Studr,' another 'In a Garden,' a
third 'At'My Window,' while a fourth
wrote 'In an Old Attic' Black wrote
'In Silk Attire' an effiminate taste in a
man. George Sala, who was of solitary
habits, wrote 'Quite Alone,' Marian Har
land also wrote 'Alone.'
Those who are disposed to be uneasy
will never want something to be ncesey
about.