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About The Eugene City guard. (Eugene City, Or.) 1870-1899 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 7, 1882)
0,)& NIGHT ROXU. flood nlglitt ?.rtak sleep's dellghti Kow d,7 ""ul1' clu',0,' 4" M-h bmjr band repoeee, uorniii(f greeU tin light, T," Goodnight! Go to teat! , , tired eyelid fU I l street where lileuee lieth 1 the hour the watchman crielb, .be loll night voice cell, "(io to reel.'' 1 Hlerptwectlyt im.aad hrait of Paradise t o thy holy calm hath shaken, liny bright dream thy Joy twaken, thy loved one in the ikiee I ' Bleep tweellyt . Goodnight I . ip till break the coming day, '' Klei'p until the new-born morn i 11 g ' firing new duliee with it4 dawning, Uod will walrh. l'ut rear awayl Goed night I From the German. J. 0. JI0LL1S0. Joeiah Gilbert IlolUnd wu born t ,elchertown, Mm., on the 21th day of nly, 1819. Ilia parents were poor and able to give hitu only the plain eduoation that fa to be found in the common ' achoulH of the Hay State. But it must ' be remembered that audi education it ' practical and fits the common mind for ' the struggles of evory day life, in a world that is one continuous workday. His father, Harrison Holland, was the poor Yankee fanner whose pure and humble life is sketched in the poem of "Daniel Gray;" and from his mothor, Anna Gil bert, be took bis middle name. She was a plain New England girl, who bad worked a year or two in factory till she bad learned the value of money and fil led herself for the duties of a wife, in those days the "hired girl" was some- thine only within the reach of the wealthy; for in addition to the duties which ordinarily are imposed npon wife hood and maternity, the mistress of the Mow England home did all her own sew ing. And as the daughters grew tip.thcy assisted at the familv quilting and made coarse clothing for their brothers', work in the Sold. And the children of that era grow up with every fibre of their brains and musolos imbued with the idea that idleness ia the twin sister of dis grace. Of such parents, the snbjoct of our sketch was born. The slight figure that toiled amid snow and sunshine alike npon that frugal New England farm, was but a little whilo in finding ont that nature hod not intended him for the drudgory that had boon part and paroel of the daily existence of his parents. He determined to be one of those who labor with the head rather than with the bands. But to the poor New England boy the path ahead was rugged and thorny. At seventeen he was teaching school in village of eighteen pupils, for which he received six dollars per month and boarded around with the pupils. At nineteen ho finished a term as assistant teacher in a school at South Egremont, for which he received forty dollars per month without board. The next year he went to Fittsttold as assist ant tutor at fifty dollars a month, and, in bis loisnre hours, he read medical works. In that year he asted as janitor of the medical college, and swept out the building to pay for his tuition in the hoaling art. In the winter of 1811-4J he graduated second in a class of forty-four students, and until 1815 be praotioed his profession in the neighborhood where he Brut saw the light, lint the exposure en . tailed on him by his profession soon be gan to make inroads upon a delicate con stitution, and ho realized the necessity of getting a living in another way. In 1X47 a literary assooiution at Springfield under took tho publication of newspaper at that place called the liny BUte Courier and hi rod young Holland to edit it. The pnpor lived six months and Hollaud got more experience than cash ss his share of the proceeds. But it told iu his favor many years later. In the winter of 1848 ho taught school at Richmond, Va.,and after his term was ended he journeyed toward the "Father of Waters," and while visitiug at the celebrated fighting town of Vieksburg, he attracted attention by some verso in a local paper, written npon a recent duel. The people caught him upon their shoul ders and elected him Superintendent of Schools for Hinds county. The follow ing yesr was the hegira to California and as some of his best friends in the city of duels had gone to join the land army of Argonauts, Holland went bock to Uanachusctta. After visiting bis parents he walked into Springfield and asked Samuel Bowles for employment on the Daily Republican. That gentleman had long felt himself an overworked man, besides which he felt the need of help for other reasons. Under his pen alone tho Re publican was a plain, aiatter-of-faot bus iness newspaper, well enough calculated for the factory and the oounting-room, but locking of intoront at tho hearth atone. Holland' love of the beautiful had already evinced itself in the defunct Bay Stuto Courier, and Bowles know his man before he made his proposition. That afternoon Holland stepped on the bottom round of the ladder of his f uture fame. Their contract was that ho should receive a salary of $180 for tho find year and $700 for the second year. And then brguu that long and useful career which tumped him an a first clous journalist aud made tho Republican tho bent newspaper in America when wo eoiiHider tho size of the city in which it ia published. In JHM, ho began to boo how his labor was 'telling upon the circulation aud influ ence of the paper, aud dcoliued to edit it for lean than SJIHH) per year. Bowles refused to do this but acid him au in terest of one fourth for 8XKK) takine his aote for the same. In fourteen months the note was paid out of tho earnings of the paper aud Holland was now in re ceipt of a handsome income. The following vear he wrote hi "His tory of Western Massachusetts," which apjieared in the Republican by chapters. The MossochuHctU Hiatorieid Society were ao pleased with this work that they elected him an honorary member. Next . year ho wrote his first novel "The Bav rath" and in 18.18 his A rat poem of "Bitter Sweet" was given to th printer. He delighted the critics with hi true fonJnnis of usturs coupled with a classic purity of eipreaaion unlike the style of anv other American writer. But all this time his busy cn kept the daily news naoer s:oinir with his quaint contribu- tionsover the signature of "Timothy Titeomb." These lotteri were highly commended by disinterested friends ana he was urged to publish them in book form, which could not well be done at Springfield. Revisited Boston only to meet with cold rebuff from every pub. lishor in the place. At New York a week later he failod to enlist the sympathy of the Harpors, and of George l'. rutanm. lie tnen cauea on Charles Scribner, who was in a good humor and listonened pationtly to the country editor. He read through the first letter of the series and then got up hurriedly and locked the door. Holland grew alarmed and rose from his chair. "Now then," said Mr.Scribner.kindly, "you read me the noxt two of these let tors." Holland did so, and after an hour's skirmishing with Mr. Scribner it was agreed that an edition of the "Timothy Titeomb" series should be published, ten thousand copies, and Holland was to have twenty per cent, on the sales. This yielded him a handsome sum and the following year his copy wright interest on his"Oold Foil" Dotted him $3000 without any outlay or risk on his part. Next came "the letters to the Joneses," full of that quaint Yankee humor which sparkled like winter cider on a frosty night. Still Holland's life was and might still have been one of inoessant toil, but for a revulsion in the political affairs of the American people. The olection of 1800 was a tidal wave and when its vast whirlpool had receded to ordinary water level, it was fonnd to have washed into the P residential chair of the nation, a great, awkward, uncouth old western lawyer, full of native sogao itr and mother wit. His quaint exterior hid a doep, analytical mind, and a , firmness of purpose pos sensed br no other man since the days of Washington. The Republican party wonld be, if the nation were not uiaiuiograieu uy me cmi wnr,wa uuuitu ant party io the land, although the now President hod not been elected bv a majority of the poople. The Springfield Repub lioan was soon the foremost of all the Republican papers of Massachusetts and in 1803, tired of endless labor in the sanotum, Josiah G. Holland sold back to Samuel Bowlos his one-quarter interest lor eou,uw. npeaaing witu air. uowiee about this in San Francisco, two years later, he said. "Well. Hi (meaning l)r, Holland) did woll enough, but he could have got 800,000 just as well by holding off a few days longer." The poor patient drudge was now worth over $U,UUU and could at last take a little ease in life and enjoy the well earned fruits of his toil. How truly had he written; We rise br thin in that are neath our feet: By what we have mastered of good and By pride dopoaed and paition slain, And the vanquished Ilia that we hourly meet. From 1803 to 1808, Dr. Holland was mostly to be found in tho lecture room, but hia lectures were more gracefully written than delivered, for his voice was weak and be laoked fire in his diction. But his fame as a writer had preceded him so far that he always drew large crowds to hear him once. He reaped a groat deal 01 good from the travel, bow ever, and waa daily laying up a store of mind treasures, la loud, Scnbners folks wrote to him to know what ho would charge to write tho "Life of Abraham Lincoln" and hi brief answer was "five thousand dollars. This they refused to give, but offered him twelve per oent. on an edi tion of 4IUKH) oopus and twenty upon any subsequent edition. Holland went to work npon it and produced the most graphic biography of the 'grand old x'rairie wiunt mat nas evor appoaroa in print. And his royalty on the work netted him over (18,000. At the close of his lecturing tonr in 18C8 ha published his "Katrina" which reochod nearly 90.- (HHJ oopief, while "Uittor Sweet ' had al ready srono above 70.000. It is really doubtful if any American, unless it was liongfellow, ever had the minizlod honor and good fortuue of addressing so large an audinnco. It is imoossible to divine the cause of Dr. Holland's groat snooess as a writer unless it be the groat improvements made iu printing which have placod all his works within reach of the masses. As a historian he is manifestly inferior to Froscott or Bancroft; as a novelist he is not the superior of Cooiwsr or Washing ton Irving; as an essayist he could not properly bo deemed equal to Tuokerman or Fauldiug; as a lecturer ho could never hope to rival Dr, Wendell Holmes or Park Boujamin; aud as a pool no one would for a moment think of comparing him with either Bryant or Whittier, much less with Longfellow. But you must not lose sight of Dr. Holland's rare versatility. Take him as biographer, es sayist, locturor, novelist and poet, and he is to day the Admirable Criohton of the Amorican world of letters. Again he was a roan of the people, cradled in poverty and nurtured in toil and perhaps that is why the popular heart of America went out to him in his years of drudgery in tho least compensated of all the learn ed professions. The popular palate may not always be hungry , but the popular purse ia always low iu coin; and perhaps tho cheapness of Dr. Holland's works, as compared with those of Irving and Cooper, may have had somothiug to do with their prosperity. In 180.1 I was traveling from Red Bluff to l'reka. with Samuel Bowles. Schuyler Colfax, Gov. Bros of Illinois, ami me late A. V. Richardson. We had taken, at my suggestion, the Sacramento river road, 111 order to get a better view of Mouut Shasta thau the Trinity route afforded. It was a uiootilicht niclit. and we were iu a four-in-hand driving to stop over uiRht nt Bass' Station. Tho moon mirrored her face iu tho crystal Hood that trickled from Shasta'' icv crown; the stream sang its lullaby to the Ui'iianoii iiay, and the pines, from their tall minarets, echoed back a chorus to the song of the river; while in the back ground the mighty volcano reared its smokeless nostrils heavenward, and seouiod to say, "Before man was, I am." I was the first to break the ailence. "This is a heavenly night." "Yes, a night fit for angels to be abroad," repliwd Mr. Bowles. "You ought to have your friond here to dicribe it," I answered. "I mean that Felicia Uemans in pantaloons, Dr. Holland." , "That's a very ungracious speech on your part," said Mr. Bowles. . "You don't know the doctor, or you would not speak in that way about him. SO far from being a Miss Nancy, as yon would intimate, he is as plucky as a bull-terrier. He is an excellent shot and a better fisherman than yon ever dared to be." Mr. Bowles was hitting me on a very sensitive nerve when he said that; but ever since that time I have felt an untold longing to moot Dr. Holland. The op portunity never came.( His love of na ture crops out through' all his works, es pecially in bis later days when his wealth euabled him to eschew the drudgory of the editorial sanctum. Witness his linos to bis dog Blanoo: "1 look into your great brown eyes Where lore and loyal homage ahine, And wonder where the difference lies Between youraoul and mine. I trust you aa I trust the stars, Nor cruel loes, nor sooff of pride, Nor beggary, nor dungeon bar Can move you from my aide." Is there anything that tells more strongly the love of man for dumb brutes than that? Had Holland turned artist instead of poet, his. love of dogs must have made him the Landseer of America. Listen to the Christian purity that pervados these lines: "Ah, Blanco I did I worship God A truly as you worship me, Or follow where my Master trod With your humility; Did I sit fondly at His feet A you, dear Blanco, ait at mine , And watch Him with a loveu sweet, My life would grow divine." In 180'J, Dr. Holland concluded to see something of the Old World, and took a trip to Europe, which lasted two years. Ho conceived the idea of an illustrated magazine to surpass Harper's, and on bis return he put it into execution. In this fortunate literary venture then known as Scribner's Magazine, and now, I regret to say, changed into the Century, be em barked bis time and money and became a partner to the extent of one-third. In May, 1881, he sold out that interest to Roawoll Smith and retired for the sum mer to his pretty littlo retreat known as Bonnicastle, built with the proceeds of the sale of his novel Arthur Bonnicastle, published in 1873. It is situated on one of the Thousand Isles of the St. Law rence and there the man of tireless energy fonnd some respite from literary toil in the excitement of fishing and yachting. His sloop, the Katrina, was very fast and comfortable, and on hor deck he spent many a summer day recruiting the rav ages that nearly forty years of severe brain labor had inflicted upon a constitution that was never the strongest. His later works all betray this las situde, although their purity of thought alone wonld render them attractive even after the youthful fire of "Bitter Sweet" and "Katrina" had fled. In 1872 he pub lished "The Marble Prophecy;" in 18"73 a collection of miscellaneous poems, under the title of "Garnered Sheaves' and "Arthur Bonnicastle" appeared in the same year; in 1874, the "Mistress of the Manse;" in 1870 "Seven Oaks," and in 1877 the trnly American story of " Nich olas Minturn." All this time he was editing Scribner'! Magazine. And you will aek what labor did that involve? My answer is that it involved the reading of from 100 to 300 pages of manuscript per day, to see what should be aooepted and what reject ed. The men who write for magazines have light labor compared with that of the editor, whose duty it is to read and revise. My idea of Holland is that he is not the groat poet or the groat novelist,but he was undeniably the great editor, far in advance of all others of his era. He had the elder Bcnuott's industry aud fond ness for accumulating money, without Bonnett's unscrupulous avarice, which dogradod him to the lovol of a black mailor. He had the sraoef ul expressions of James Watson Webb, without that doughty old soldier's quarrelsome dispo sition. He had George D. Prentice's depth of thought without Prentice's mel ancholy love of the flowing bowl. Aud he had all the ferveat patriotism of Hor ace Greeley, without the white-coated philosopher's spontaneous profanity. Holluiid possessed the first great car dinal requisite for an editor, which is niothod. With his ordorly and method ical nature, everything Lad to be at tended to iu its regular routine. No do tail of work escaped his ever-vigilant scrutiny, and to his splendid editorial capacity is justly due muoh of the popu larity of Scribner's Magazine, of which he was the f jundor and creator. The lost hour of daylight that he ever beheld saw him working faithfully at his desk for tho success of that periodical. Two nights before he died an alarmimr conflagration pervaded the neighborhood where he lived. He went out and behold the fearfully magnificent spectacle in company with a friend who told him he feared the excitement would be too much for the chronic hoart disease from which Hollaud had so long suffered. The Doctor smiled and replied: "Four venra ago I would have feurod it myself, but low had no idea that his end was so near. Two days later, the heavy fall of an autumnal fog hung over the mighty city. Tho busy crowds of operatives wore tramping throuuh tho streets to their daily avooatious. Iu a uout and com- lortable residence on Park avenuo, a weeping wife and her throo children hung over tho bedside of a dying man, aud that was Holland, vanquished at lost by hia old euemy, tho "augina pectoris." His mortal pain had been on him less than an hour, yet he was past the uownr of arlieulatiou and in another hour, this brave aud goutlo Bpicit was quenched forever. His life had becu a useful one. anil nn life is a great one unless it is useful. Earnest aud sincere in every line he wrote, he has left behind him no glossy ho did not feel. In all his long labors not a line of unestionable moralitv ever sophistries, no vague utterances o'f what came from his pen. His presence in the great work day woild had bepn bleasing, his friendship a heaven-born truth. And after nearly fifty years of constant toil in tho never-ending strug gle to make this world a better one, he lay down to rest after havinir fonoht tli good fight. Truly had he spoken the thoughts of his heart when be said: "If life awake and never wii ce.-i On the fu lure's shore, And the nae of love and the lily of Teaxw, Shall bloom (here for Termor, Then let the world go round and round. And the sua siuk iuu the For whether I'm on or under the ground, lh, what will it matter to me?" Altvave mindful nt hia humble oririn. he wss the unfaltering friend of the hard- faring poor, ioung literary men iouuu a cordial welcome under his hospitable roof; ami even his rejection of artioles written for Scribner py oyer-amoiuoua 1 with it no stincr of humiliation to the unsuccessful appli cant. Ho had humor and wit, plenty of both, but be never wounded the feelings of othors by that merciless satiro that is too often mistaken for wit. If ever a man died in harness, be wss IW. man. Fntirtafln hour before his death, he finished an article on the life of President Garflold entitled "Poverty as niuninlina." After reviewing the rise and progress of our hero President, be closed it with a sentenoo wuicu is not misapplied to his own life: "Tlia tnnrvallnna nnvAri and B3m plishments won for him the respect of f. . ..... .1 - ':.t- .L. the great, wmie ms sympamy wun iue humble drew unto him the hearts of the world." T. B. M. A Colorado Pnin.r. I. Daisy is orying. Poor little Girl, we are Sorry for her. James has bit her in the eye with the Dornick. Fie on James to Do so, and fie on Daisy to Hit him back. Will Daisy pray for James to-night? No. She will Pull the Slats from his Bod, so he will Fall and Break his Arm on the floor. That will be Right, will it not, Children? II. This is a Diamond Pin. The ed itor won it at a Church Fair. There were Ten Chances at Ten Cents a Chance. The Editor Mortgaged his Paper, and Took one Chance. The pin ia worth seven hundred Dollars. Editors like Diamonds. Sometimes they wear them in their Shirts, but Generally in their Minds. III. Who is this Ferocious looking Man? He is Foreman in a Printing office. He gets Paid for Throwing Men Down Stairs when they Come to Lick the Editor, and for Putting wrong Dates at the Head of the paper. He can l'l more tvpe in fifteen Minutes thau Seven Printers can Sot up in Two weeks. He lovos to ask the Editor for Copy. If it Were not for Him the Paper wonld look pretty Well every Morning. Everything would be Fat, and more of the Live Ads would be Left out. IV. Hero we have a Joke and a Man. The Joke is very Old. The Man wears a Big Diamond and a Shiny plug Hat. He is a Negro Minstrel. Go and give the Old, Old Joke to him, and he will Take care of it Tenderly. It is his Business. He gets Forty dollars a week for it. V. Here we have a Business Manager. He is Blowing About the Circulation of the Paper. He is Saying the Paper has Entered upon an Era 0! Unprecedented prosperity. In a Minute He will Go up Stairs and Chide the Editor for Leaving the Gas Burning while he Went out for a Drink of Water, and He will dock a Roporter four Dollars bocause a Sub scriber has Licked him, and he can not Work. Little Children, if we Believe Business Managers Went to Heaven, we would Give np our Pew in Church. Denver Tribune. Improving Slock. The time has been in this country, and not a great number of years ago, when many farmers found almost insurmount able difficulties in the way of the intro duction of good stock; but that time has passed away. Obstacles which presented themselves disappeared, and it is no longer an open question, whether or not it is good policy to breed, grow and fat ten the best. The great cost of thorough bred stock, at one time, was a barrier in the way of its general use, but breeding has now grown to be a vast industry ,and prices of good individual sires and dams have been so reduced as to place them nearor tho reach of all, than ever before. The hard times of a few years back pre vented many farmers from weeding out trashy breeding Block, the means for making desirable substitution being actually unprocurable; but this trouble no longer exists. There actually are no obstacles in the way of general improve ments at this time which are worth con sidering. On the contrary there is an incentive to the introduction of good blood. It is one of the urgent demands of the day, and if the American people would become, as they cau, the regular feeders of Europe, it must be heeded. The standard quality of the stock on our fat stock markets cau, with proper effort, bo raised fifty per cent, within the next two years' time, without any financial troubles whatever. Pittsburg Stock man. Cunioua Watches Tn tlmSnntli Van. singtou Museum at London is a small watch about one hundred years old, rep resenting an apple, the goldon case orna mented with grains of pearl. Anothor old Nuremburg watch has the form of an aoorn and is provided with a dainty pis tol which porhaps served asau alarm. In London is an eacle-faoed water, wlu'nl. whon the body of the bird is opened, a richly enameled face is seen. They are sometimes found in the form of ducks and skulls. The Bishop of Ely had a watch in the head of his cane, and a Prince of Saxony had one in his riding saddle. A watch made for Catherine I. of Russia is a repeater aud a musical box. Within is the Holy Sepulohre and tho Roman uuaru. uy touching a spring the Btonos move away irom the door, the guards knoel down, angels appear, and thb holy women step into the tomb aud sing the Easter somr that is heard in th churches. How TO Destrot Stumps TTnrn a timely and important item for those who desire to get rid of etumps: Tn the autumn or early winter bore a hole one or two inches in diameter, according to vue girtn 01 tue stump, and about eight iuches deen. Put in it. mm ounces of salt petre, fill the hole with water, and plug itcloso. In the ensuing snriuur take nut thn nlno on, I 1., 11 1 . ' n in gill of kerosene oil and ignite it. The siump win smouuier away, without blaz ing, to the very extremity of the roots, leaving nothing but ashes. ' Cream Tie Take a taaennfnl thick sweet cream in a bowl; beat it till it foams with an egg-beater, adding fine frosted sutrartill swettene,t tn th flavor with lemon or vanilla; have the crusts ready baked; pour in the mixture, and you have a delicious pie. If your cream is not the thickest and best, add the wrhita nf nna tr& m-kil i I DB .uSl ami stand in the warm oven till it foams. My family pronoutce this the best pie yet. Hrrli&rf Cersmoiles. The ancient practice of marriage by CQiitiira which has left some traces in even our customs and sporta notably in the popular game of kiss-in-the-ring, a inimio representation of the great game of marriago finds many illustrations iu the Mongol life. Rubraquis, who visited the hordes of Tartary, and was entertained iu the tents of the immediate successors of Yenghis Khan, describes a Mongol marriage thus: "Therefore, when any man hath bar gained with another for a maid, the fa ther of a damsel makes him a feast; iu the meantime she flics away to some of her kjnsfolk to hide herself. Then the father says to the bridegroom " My daughter is yours; take hor wheresoever you find her.' Then he and his friends seek her till they find her; and having fonnd ber, be takes her by force ana car ries her to his own house." This simple form of marriage contract is still presorved among the Koraks and Tehuctehus tribes of north-eastern Si beria. There the damsel is pursued by her admirer, and bides herself among the po logs, or cabins made of skins, which form the internal compartmenbt of their dwellings. The womankind assist her in her pre tended evasion, and not until the bride groom has caught his bride, and loft the impression of his finger-nail upon bar tender skin, is the betrothal proporly completed. The analogous customs in anciysJJo man marriages here strike one wriu the myth of the rape of the Sabines; but we need not go so far afield. The custom of the Welsh wedding, up to a recent date, included a mimio pursuit of the bride, by the bridegroom, both on horseback; and in the English manner when the bridegroom invariably goes to sock his brido on the wedding morning. But the value of womankind in a pas toral life, where there is so much for her to do in the way of milking, cheese and butter making, and so on, brings a further element into the relationship. A price must be paid for the future companion, and the kalim, or wedding portion, enters largely into the question. A more modern Mongol wedding is described by Hue, one of the Jesuit fathers. The religious ceremonies are those of Buddhism. The marriage is arranged by the parents, who Bottle the dower that is to be paid by the futhor of the bride by means of mediators. When the contract has been concluded the father of the bridegroom, accom panied by his nearest relatives, carries the news to the family of the bride. They prostrate themselves before the domestio altar, and offer np a boiled sheep's head, milk, aud a sash of white silk. During the repast all the relations of the bride receive a piece of money, which they deposit in a vase filled with wine made of fermented milk (we have, or had a similar custom of hiding a ring or money in a wedding-cake,) the father of the bride drinks the milk and keops the money. The lamas, or priests, fix an auspicious day, when the bridegroom sends a dep utation 10 escort the bndo. There is a foigned opposition to the departure of the bride, who is placed on a horse and led three times (note the three myBtio circles) around the paternal house, apd then taken at a full gallop to the tent prepared for the purpose near the dwelling of her father-in-lew.. All the Tartars of the neighborhood repair to the wedding-feast and offer their pres ents, which consists of beasts and eat ables. These go to the father of the bride groom, and often recoup him tho sum he has paid for the son's brido. Rather a shame, one would think, of the selfish papa, did we not reflect that he will have to support his son and daughter, or at all events set them np with sheep aud cattle from his flocks and herds. Willie' Courage. Willie Carr was one of those boys who never liked to be beaten at anything. Only dare him to do a thing, and he would do it, no matter how absurd and foolish it was. He had lately come to live at a town on the seacoost, and he and his school-fellows constantly amused themselves on half-holidays by climbing the oliffs, fishing, boating, and many other seaside pastimes. On one Saturday afternoon Willie said to his companions: "The tide has just turned; in a quar ter of an hour that rook" (pointing to a small rock covered with Beaweed) "will be under water; I dare any of you fellows to run ten times around it." Some shook their heads and said they did not care to run the risk of beiug drowned, but said, "We will go if you will load us." So off they started. Tho water was over their shoes at the first round. "Salt water will do us no harm." said Willie. At the sixth round Tom Bishop and Willie were the only ones who kept on running; the water was already above tho knees, for the tide was coming iu fast. At the eighth round Willie was running alone, and many of the boys said, "Don't go any more, Willie." But Ned Dawson choerod "Only twice more and I will My you are the bravest follow in Hastings." But at the ninth round all said aon't go any more. "Do you dare to do it?" cried Willie; "although the water is above my waist, I will go just to show what I cau do." Many of them tried to hold him back, but he rushed off panting for his last round. When he reached the rock he was very tired, so he sat down to re cover his breath; then he got up and waved his cap. Tho boys cheered him, and cried, "make haste come along." But he staid longer than was necessary, just to show how brave be was, and waved his cap. At this moment a large wave dashed over the rock, drcnohing him to the skin.and obliging biinto start off. But before the had gone half way on his journey another wave came along and he found himself up to his armpits in water; another come and then another and carried him off his feet. , He was nearly choked with the salt water that went down his throat, but he recovered himself enough to get back to the rock; there be sat, panting and exhausted. His boasted courage began to fail; he could swim but little, and encumbered with his wet clothes and all exhausted he was, there was not much oliAnoe for him. Higher and higher the water rose the rock was under water; and theie he' sst, pale and shivering. Some of his oomrades ran off for help, but poor Willie doubted if it would eome in time. All his sins and follies roso before him like a cloud ; he thought of his mother's anguish (for he was her only son) and how she would feel whon she hoard he bad been drowned drowned, and by his own folly. A large wave rolled over him he tightened, his grasp on the seaweed; another came, and then another; a mist rose bofore his eyes he loosened his hold and all was dork. Some hours later Willie was in his own little bed at home, and a lady with a sweet, pale face was bending over him. "Thank God 1" she said. Willie heard it and opened his eyes. "Oh, mother! he said, 1 am saved, then. I was so frightened, and when I thought of yon, death seemed so tor rible." "Yes," she said; "you were saved by a boatman who beard your school-fellows' cry of distross; lot us thank God for his mercy in saving yon." Some time after Willie entered the navy; he had lost none of his courage and daring, but acted more under a sense of duty and less to gaiu man's applause.- He is now an officer, beloved by hit men and respected by all who know him, for at the call of duty he is always first ' and where danger .is there you will al- . ways find him.- Sunday Magazine. Dead March to Hel . "As soon as it is whispered of a man, 'he drinks,' he begins to go down. What clerk can get a position with such a rep utation as 'lie drinks?' When a maa is three-fourths gone on the road he wants to impress you with the idea that he can stop at any time, He can't Btop. I had a dear friend who gave thousands of dol lars to Bible societies and asylums, but he was a slave to strong drink. He had two attaoks of delirium tremens. When the doctor told him if he had a third at tack ho would die, ho said 'Oh! lean stop at any time.' He is dead 1 Rnm! The last thing he said was, 'Oh! I can stop at any time.' He could not stop He conld not stop. Sometimes a man is more frank. Such a one said. 'It is im possible for me to stop. If you said I couldn't have a drink till to-morrow night unless I had my fingers chopped off, I would say, 'Bring on your hatchet.' It is awful for a man to wake up and find himself a captive. Who will forget that scene in this church a few winters ago of a man who stood up in the church ? The ushers led him to tho door. Everybody saw that he was drunk. His poor wife took his coat and hat and led him out. He was formerly a minister in a sister congregation, and be preached in this city. Rum! Don't tell the inebriate there is no bell. He knows there is. He is in hell now. God only knows what tho drnnkard suffers What rep tiles crouah around his shivering feet! What demons stand by his pillow! TbV is no fancy picture. It went orr-: night. It is a death, some of you win die unless you stop. "When an iuebriote wakes up in the other world he will be thirsty. No mat ter how poor he was in this world he could get the five cents for a drink. But where will he get a drink in hell! Dives oalled for water, the inebriate calls for mm. If a fiend came here, went into a rum-Bhop,and went back into hell with a drop on the end of bis wing, what a fight there would be for the drop ! The ine briates in hell will not suffer for the loss of God, but would suffer for the loss of liquor. . "I don't like a sermon of generalities. I like personalities. I said a man could not stop, but I do say God can stop him 1 went into a room in the Fourth Ward in New York where a religious service was hold for reformed drunkarks. Fif teen or twenty men were there giving their experiences. God had not only changed their mode of feeling, but had even taken away their thirst. I tell you unless you stop, in ten years you will fill a drunkard's grave. I must toll you this or I will have your blood upon my soul. One hundred millions of inebriates' souls will assemble on the jadgment day and I want you to testify that I gave you warning when the sends rattle the drun kard's bones on a winecask, playing the dead march of men." ALL SORTS. The late William Penn once observed : "Excess in apparel is a costly folly." And yet William wore a hat with an ex cess of brim that was a sheer waste of material. The armless man who plays the piano with his toes must be a disciple of Plato. Boston Frolic. He makes his living, evidently as a music pedler. Wit and Wisdom. Of course he endeavors to put the best foot foremost. A student nf faces finds his best school in the street cars. There side by side sit comfort, content, youth, age, misery, sorrow, bright hopes, and worn out ener gies. Parsons should find food for ser monizing in the Btreet oars. A son was born to Baron Von Steuben the other day. He was named after the American Secretary of State. Being possibly too young for the prefix "Von," be probably, as yet, to use German Eng lish, "vas only Blaine Steuben." There is nothing like being graphic A man who attempted to give an idoa of eternity said: "Why, my friends, after millions and trillions of years had rolled away it would be a hundred thousund years to breakfast time." The scheme of polar exploration by balloon is very seriously discussed. It has its advantages. In'the absence of fuel the voyagers could easily worm themselves by setting fire to the gas. That would leave nothing to be desired. This is the Man who has had a Notio iu the Paper. How Troud he is. He i ' stepping higher than a Blind Horse. If he had Wines he wouhl Fir. Kort the Puper will say the Man is a Measly ill 1 r s 1 .1 w ... "Tirana, ana tue Man will not step so Uigh. Denver Primer. If all the newspapers tell the truth, tho good poet Longfellow has warts on his nose, carbunclea on his neck, ab scesses on bis legs, and is threatened with cancer iu his face. But the Boston Post hopes and believes that the venera ble and beloved poet is suffering from none of these ailments. 1