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THE COLUMBIAN".
VOL. III.
JU.JE.
The spring 18 cotviet'ing with mmmir,
Tta suntbineiero's stronger eaca day.
And Jane advancing in Rlory.
EJipses the sweet pudding My.
8be come, her bright head crowned with roaei
What fragrance her breathiuRs exhalt!
With lilies her fair arms are laden.
She" queen ol the garden and vale.
The merry birds trill hr a welcome.
Their golden breasts fUa.i iu the suit
A the bear the k ad news to their tell twa.
'Juae's coming! Tnat beautiful out!"
"The trees clasp their hand " as she pasw .
Her advent brings giadae to all,
The daisies that brWhten the meadows.
All lint for her da inty footall.
She ha been with br wand to the wildwwod.
Cupelling ail tiaces of gloom.
And now thro gh the garden she loiters.
CuUterriDg rich beauty ana bloom.
8he smiles on ihe brooklet, and whltpciH.
"hauceon in thy Innocent glee,"
And tne little brook swells with importance
And rushes beadlon; to the sea.
We welcome tb. r'gut royal maideu,
In tby ves ures ot purple and gold.
With tby beautiful traiu of attendant.
A place In all heart thou dost hold
Sunday Magazine for Jaud.
AMOXU THE REDWOODS.
It was iu tbe country of the redwoods,
that stupendous growth which has won a
a world-wide renowu. Who has not
heard of the man who built his house
and barn and fenced in a two acre lot
from the product of oue gigantic tree,
of the schooner filled with shingles made
from another, of the mile of railway ties
furnished by a third?
The fame of that unexampled paradise
of lumbermen had brought Bryce Ren
frew all the way from Maine to invest in
the business, with a partner who had
more capital, but less practical knowl
edge of its requirements.
They had procured a site for their mill
at the mouth of one of those sballow.tur
bulent little rivers which pierce the
rocky coast at frequent intervals, and
were doing well until one Jules Cray
croft started a rival mill within a few
miles of them.
Crajcroft hud not chosen a water
course for his site, and at first thought it
would appear that he was placed at a
disadvantage, but he kept his teams at
work drawing in the logs during the dry
season, when the lumber droghers could
drop anchor in comparative safety under
the bluff, and while .Renfrew & Hayden's
men stood idle, while their log accumu
lated and they waited for the "rise"
necessary to float them down the shal
low stream, Craycroft was securing the
orders which they had hoped to obtain.
But at last the long drought gave
promise of breaking up. A leaden-gray
sky spread over the forest. There had
been rain up the mountain already, and
the river had swollen over the rocky
points of its bed, and rushed in a froth
ing, coffee-colored current toward the
sea.
All was life and excitement at the log
ging camp, but in the midst of the
cheerful bustle came one of the frequent
aesidents which attend the adventurous
life of the lumberman.
An axe glanced, flew from its haft, and
buried itself in the shoulder of one of
the chopper?, who went down under tho
blow, with the red blood spurting from
the ugly wound.
"It's all up with me, I reckon," he
said, as his companions gathered about
him. "I I wish, though, that death
had druv tbe ptake fair. It's as hard on
a man as on a tree to be held on a strain
jest by a few fibers what's bound to give
way soon."
"Not when holding on will bring you
back to your feet again," said Renfrew,
who had been applying a rude com
press to the wound. "You'll drive many
a stake yet, Neff. Keep up your heart,
man. It may take a better surgeon than
I am to pull you through, but you shan't
die for want of him. I'm off for the doc
tor, bovs; see that the work goes on,
will you?''
They promised, rr-adily. It was a mag
nanimous act for "the boss" to leave his
duties at that critical time, and they de
termined that he should not be a loier
by it.
Half an honr later Renfrew was riding
at break neck speed, over the trail to the
. eoast. It brought him into isight of the
river more than once, and his pulses
thrilled to see the current charged with
the floating logs wuich the men had been
launching all the morning.
Another turn, however, brought an un
welcome sight to his gaze. Tho logs had
gorged, and the twisting channel was
piled high with the blockaded freight.
With an exclamation of blank disap
pointment Renfrew reigned in his horse
Just below him the liver parrowed to a
mere pass between the rocky wall3, and
in this passage swung and twisted the
key log of the jam. 'It looked as if an
effort might torn it loose, and release the
timbers which were held above.
He sprang from his horse, scrambled
down the bank, and made his way out
over the bumping logs, to the point he
had in view. He had picked up a pole
which he used as a pry, but it took only
a few minutes' work to assure him that
the key log was much more securely
fastened than he had at first supposed.
The mass of timber behind was spread
out in the shape of a triangle, while it
was caught in the apex, and held there
as if in the jaws of a vice.
His utmost efforts failed to release it,
and he was forced to relinquish the trial
at last. Dropping the pole, he stood
upright, wiping the perspiration from
his face, when a rush and a roar which
had beon dimly apparent to him, broke
with renewed forco upon his ear.
He looked up, expecting to see the
tree tops writhing in a strong wind, but
they were almost preternaturally still.
The cloxius had gatlu-red in a thick,
black mass overhead, but the breathless
ness which precedes the storm was uu
broken. He knew then what wus coming and
turned to face it, dropping down upon
the key log, and clasping it with his
arnu-none too soon. .
A wall of water, which tilled the chan
nel from side to side, and towered high
above him, swept down upon the gorge,
and broke upon the mass of wedged tim
ber, which was lifted and thrown forward
by its resistless force.
Renfrew came up from the sudden
plunge, still clinging to his log, with the
grating and grinding and bumping of
the oiher logs sounding horribly threat
ening in his ears came up to find him
self afloat on that sudden flood. At the
same moment a fork of lightning darted
down and played luridly over the land
scape, ana wuen it was withdrawn, the
rain burst forth, the thunder peeled, the
now seething torrent was lashed to mad
der fury by the shrieking gusts.
iiryce was cmuea to the bone, lie was
in constant danger oi being crushed
against the rocky walls or between the
floating logs; in constant danger of losing
his hold when his particular log rolled,
as it did more than once, to submerge
him in tho stream.
How he managed to cling fast, how he
was borne onward at race-horse speed,
how he found himself presently in a
wider portion of the stream, and began
to collect his disturbed senses, was ever
afterward like a painful dream.
He could do nothing but cling fast to
his ark of refuge. The river was filled
with tossing debris, and, an indifferent
swimmer at the best, it would have been
sheer madness for him to have left the
log and attempted a landing. His only
hope lay in being able to leave it when
he approached the stiller water of the
basin beside the mm.
He was hearing it rapidly now. Hay-
len, who was at the mill, ought to be
there with one or two men armed with
looks fixed at the end of long poles,
ready to seize upon and draw out the
ogs from the fierce current, which other
wise must bear them on over the dam.
Ordinarily, the force of the stream was
not sufficient to carrv them beyond the
breaK-water, which protected the basin,
but the present flood would over-ride
that obstruction and sweep everything
before it out to sea. Surely, Hayden
would be warned by it in time to guard
against their inevitable loss.
There he was sure enough, when the
basin came in sight, perched upon a
flotilla of logs doing what?
Bryce raised himself, and strained his
eyes through the gloom, as something
sinister in the actions of the crouched
figure struck him.
"Helloa!" he shouted. ! "Grapple on
here, Hayden hook on, I say!"
The figure straightened, turned. It
was not Hayden. Like a flash, Bryce
recogcized one of Craycroft's myrmidons
a Pike, who had annoyed them before
this by lounging about! the mill, and
realized the enormity of the act in which
the fellow had been engaged.
"Spiking our logs!" he breathed, and
threw himself forward, to be caught by
the irresistible current and borne back,
tossed and buffeted, dashed hither and
thither, until, with a desperate effort, he
succeeded in - regaining the log, as it
bung for an instant upon the brink of
the chute by which the lumber was
passed over the dam.
In that instant he took in the scene,
the mill seeming silent and deserted, the
Pike still standing in hia startied atti
tude, gazing after him, the wild, down
ward rush of the water until it broke in
a track of white foam, and was lost in
rough waves of the ocean. ;
Then he was in the midst of the rush
and roar and down bearing weight of the
water. There was a taste of salt brine
when he came up at last. .'
He had been borne over the chute,
through the surge, and out upon the sea
lashed just now by one of the sudden
storms which make that rugged coast a
terror. ;
Fortunately it was already beginning
to abate. More dead than alive, bruised
and beaten and chilled to the very mar
row, Bryce Renfrew clung to the log
which hail saved him, and was washed
toward greater danger than he had yet
met.
Sudden, impenetrable darkness suc
ceeded to the gloomy pall of the storm.
He had been swept into one of the nu
merous caves which lines that wave
eaten Western coast.
As he realized what had befallen him,
he felt the log jam against the unseen
rocks that surrounded him. He threw
up his hand, and it touched against the
the wall above. !
Tho tid3 was rising, too.'
a question of time when
It was only
his brains
would be dashed out against the cruel
rocks, or he should be drowned like a rat
in a hole.
Lying prone, too weak to struggle
futther against inevitable fate, with the
wave washing his very face, something
shone like a star in the darkness over
head.
It was there one instant, the next it
had twinkled out and there was a splash
in the water at his side.
He put out his hand, and a snaky coil
slid over it. ne grasped it, and found
a rope.
It was the work of minutes in his be
numbed condition, to fasten it about his
waist; but a feeble jerk at last testified to
those waiting above that quest had not
been in vain.
Ho was then drawn up through a hole
in the rocks and staggered when he
found his feet.
It was long before he knew how he had
been saved.
He had been seen by the lookout of a
Inmber drogher which was anchored be
neath the bluff, as the log with its hu
man freight, was whirling by and swal
lowed up by the current which bore un
der the cliff.
It was impossible to follow there with
a boat, so the Captain had : landed a cou
p'e of the crew to give an alarm, and
extend what aid they might from the
shore.
And meanwhile, Hayden, growing im
patient when the log failed to appear
with the rise, had set out up stream to
ascertain tho casue of the delay, and
found tho riderless horse of his partner,
which was making straight for the mill.
He hastened back and set the two
hands, who were playing eucro in their
bachelor Bhanty, to watching the river,
thus effectually putting a stop to Pikes'
opportunity for mischief and himself
felt in with the sailors who were search
ing the cliff.
The logs came in with a rush when
they began to appear. Renfrew & Hay
den dropped to prices j with which
Cray fort, with his additional expenses,
dared not compete, and it was not long
before they had the field entirely to
themselves.
Neff survived his acoidsnt under the
efficieut. though delayed, attendance o
tbe surgeon, only to be killed by the
falling branch of a tree a few months af
terward.
Such is life in the redwood forests.
Infantile Curiosity.
The candor oi the small boy is occa
sionally very distressing to his friends
and relatives. In the waiting room o
the Austin derot there was a ladv with a
small boy, and also a benevolent looking
old gentleman, who had a very singular
protuberance on his nose which attracted
the attention of the youth.
."Miter, did God makn that round
lump on vour nose?"
"Hush, Johnny," siid his mother.
"I aiu't talking to you, ma; I am talk
ing to this gentleman."
"That's a wen on my nose, little boy,"
said the gentleman, pleasantly.
"What did you say?"
"Wen."
"That's what I say, when?"
"What do you mean, little boy?" said
the old gentleman, losing patience just a
little.
"I want to know when God made that
lump. He made the nose first, and then
nut the lump on it afterward, didn't
He?"
"Keep quiet, Johnny.'
"But, ma, I'm not talking to you. God
had to make the nose first, before He put
the lump on it, for if lie made the lump
first He would have no place to put it,
would He?"
"The nose was made first," replied the
old man, who was a miracle of good na
ture. '
"I said so. God made your eyes before
He put that lump on your nose, didn't
He?"
"Yes."
"Then you saw God put the lump on
your nose, didn t you, or did He put it
on your nose when you were asleep?"
Here the boy's mother managed to get
him under control, but he broke out in a
fresh place.
"Are you waiting for the train?"
"Yes, my boy."
"You are not waiting for the train that
went off yesterday, are you?"
"No, I am not, sonny."
"I thought not, because if you was
you would get left. But you didn't tell
me if you saw God put that lump"
Here the mother shoved her handker
chief into hia mouth and the scene was
over. Texas Siftings.
Bismarck with his Candlestick.
Etiquette is the code of rules by which
great people keep lesser ones in proper
respect. Prince Bismarck, when a boy.
was rebuked by his father for ppeakmg
of the king as "Fritz." "Learn to speak
reverently of his majesty," said the old
squire of Varzin, "and you will grow ac
customed to think of him with venera
tion." Young Bismarck laid the advice
to heart, and to this day ' the great chan
cellor lowers his tone and assumes a
grave, worshipful look when he alludes
to the Kaiser. If a message is brought
to him from the emperor by word of
mouth, or in writing, he stands up to re
ceive it. When a wedding takes place
at the Prussian court, it is the practice
for all the state dignitaries to form a candle-processionthat
is to say that min
isters, chamberlains and hi h stewards
take each a silver candlestick' with a
lighted taper in their bands, and conduct
the bride and bridegroom around the
ball room where guests are assembled,
and thence into the throne-room, where
the pair do homage to the sovereign. At
the first royal wedding which occurred
after the chancellor was promoted to the
dignity of prince and highness, Bismarck
failed to appear in the candle procession,
and court gossips quickly concluded
that he now thought himself too great a
man to take part in a semi-menial cere
mony. Tbe truth was, however, that
the chancellor had been seized with a
sudden attack of gout; and at the next
wedding he was careful to silence all
carpers by carrying his candle bravely
like other ministers. Chamber's Jour
nal. Peter Cooper and the Bishop.
A correspondent says
with Peter Cooper a short
venerable philanthropist
that
time
told
in
a talk
ago the
him the
following incident:
"I have just had a curious caller an
Episcopal bishop, who came to see if I
would not join some'evangelical church,
so that when I came to die nobody
would say that the Cooper union was es -tablished
by an atheist or infidel. I told
him that I was not an atheist or infidel;
I was a Unitarian in belief; I knew no
object of worship but the one true and
living God; and I considered religion
nothing more than a science by which
the movements of the material and
moral world could be regulated, and I
knew no better teacher than the opinion
of mankind. He politely said that he
perceived that 1 was a scholar. This
compliment I was obliged to decline,
and I told him that I had never been to
school more than three or four
months in all my life. If I had my
way, I told him, tho worst of the human
race, the most depraved wretches, should
wake up in another life, not in torment,
but in the midst of loving friends and
beautiful things. The good bishop did
not even try to convert me to any better
theology, but he went away with
every expression of kindness kindness
which I am sure he felt."
The eccentric goose of Stuttgart is
dead. When but a gosling it left the
flock and took up its quarters with a Uh
lan regiment. The boys fixed up a shed
for it, and for 13 years it remained con
stantly with them, except during the
Franco-Prussian war, then it camped
with a battalion of infantry. When the
Uhlans returned it met them, apparent
ly as much delighted as the relatives of
the men. She has now been stuffed and
placed in a heavy glass case.
The idea of placing the skeleton of
Guiteau on exhibition in the Medical
Museum has been abandoned on account
of it attracting such crowds. How his
bones have bten disposed of is known
only to Surgeon-General Crane.
Most women tremble at the disoharge
of a gun, and yet they are perfectly fa
miliar with powdered puffs.
Peter the Great and Orloff.
Peter the Great is a many sided figure,
such a huge one that to view him from
all points would involve the making of a
very considerable circuit. It would be
easy to say that he was a coarse sensual
ist, and had undoubtedly many of the
tastes of the mere barbarian. He drank
to excess and delighted in such practi
cal jokes as serving up liye rats and mice
in a pie dish covered with the usual
paste. While in England his favorite
exercise consisted in charging with a
wheelbarrow,'- a trimly-cut quickset
hedge, which t one time formed the joy
of its garden-loVing proprietor. He not
only sentenced to death, but apparently
himself killed the disaffected son whom
he had thrown into prison, and who per
ished there.
If you inquire into the museum of the
Hermitage at St. Petersburg who carved
those wooden figures, who turned those
ivory ornaments, who made that pair of
boots, who built that boat, and answer
always is, "The Car Peter." Inquire
further who reformed the old Sclavonic
alphabet by introducing into it the sym
bols and sounds peculiar to the Russian
language; who altered the constitution
of the Russian Church so as to make the
Tzar of Russian, in lieu of the Patriarch
of Constantinople, its head; who estab
lished factories in Russia; who forced
nobles, willing or unwilling, to accept
the duties of state Bervice, under pain of
losing their privileges; who formed the
Russian army; who created the Russian
navy; who built St. Petersburg "the
window," as some one has said, "from
which Russia looks out upon Europe;"
who first led Russian levies with success
against trained European troops; who
among the Tzars was tbe first to get
himself formally recognized by Jburope
as 'Emperor;" who among the Tzars
and Emperors commenced that unceasing
war against Turkey which, beginning
with a defeat, a capitulation and the
nearest approach to the personal sur
render of the Tzar, has at length brought
Russia up to and beyond the Balkans,
and placed her, but for the political atti
tude of other powers and the strategical
posion of Austria, within easy reach of
Constantinople; who with Russian ships
first navigated the Caspian; who with
Russian troops first made war upon Per
sia, who sent out the first Russian expe
dition against Khiva with instructions to
its chief to dispatch from Khiva military,
naval and commercial agent3 "disguised
as traders," to India? In every case,
the Tzar Peter.
Whether Peter was what is called
good" need scarcely be considered, and
certainly cannot be decided. Exhorted
on his death bed to repent of some very
bad actions winu no had undoubtedly
committed, he said that God would
"judge him, net by isolated deeds, but
by the whole tenor of his life. He did
not, however, like killing the wrong
man, and when he was decapitating with
his own hand the rebellions strelitzes, or
"archers," who , detesting his innova
tions from the West, had, during his
absence from Russia, risen in insurrec
tion against him, hesitated to strike one
bold young soldier who advauced gayly
toward the block, exclaiming, "Make
room here!" and kicking on cither side
the fallen heads which stopped the way.
"This man will be of use to me," thought
Peter. He spoke a few words to him, par
doned him, and gave him a commission
in one of the regiments that ha was
forming.
The forgiven one proved worthy of his
pardon. His name was Orioff, and his
descendants have often shown the same
reckless daring which, as exhibited by
the family, made so striking an impres
sion on the mind of Peter. The Russian
system of government has been de
scribed as "despotism tempered with
assassination," and the Orloffs, as if
mindful of their ancestor in his mutin
ous days, haye uot always ranged them
selves on the side of despotism. But on
the whole they have served the govern
ment of Rassia faithfully and unscrupu
lously; now burning the Turkish fleet
in tho bay of Tchesme, through the
agency of the newly-invented fire ships,
taken into action by the English cap
tains; now the more surely to betray
her, profesiing the most ardent affection
for the unfortunate Princess Tarakanoff,
who was to be delivered by her pretend
ed lover in the hands of her enemy tho
Empress Catherine; now under the Em
peror Paul, starting at the head of a
force of Cossacks and horse-artillery, on
an expedition to Khiva, with Britisn In
dia as its final objective. Harper's Mag
azine How to Cut Flowers.
A reporter found his way into a flor
ist's yesterday afternoon and feasted his
eyes and nose on the beautiful buds that
lay in bouquets there.
"How long will this clove piik last?"
he inquired.
"Oh, with care, a week or ten days. A
rosebud will last about the same time.
There's a good deal in knowing how to
keep flowers' fresh.'
"Do you use any preparations? Any
salt in the water, or amonia; or the
like."
"Not at all. That's all nonsense. All
that is necessary to keep flowers fresh is
to keep them coal and moist. If people
instead of dipping flowers in water, or
putting them in a vase with water, would
simply wrap them up in a piece of wet
newspaper, they would find that they
would keep far fresher over night. A.
wet towel i.-r napkin would be too heavy,
and would crush the blooms too much,
and, beside, would allow the moisture to
evaporate too easily. See that, box of
buds. They were packed in Boston, on
Monday in wet paper, and you might
say they are fresher this morning than
when they came off the bush."
"Why do you send clear to Boston for
rosebuds; haven't you got the same kind
Lore?"
"Exactly the same kind, but they
won't grow so nicely here. Take this
Boston bud, for example, and put it be
side the natiue bud. They are exactly
of the same variety, both being Bon Si
lennes. But the stem of the Boston bud
is far longer and stouter than that of the
native bud. The bud is far more bril
liant and the bud is more durable.
When the stem is long and thick we do
not have to use so muoh wire to
strengthen it, and that makes it much
more convenient."
What advantage has tJoston over
Clevveland in the raising of roses."
"It's the climate. It is true that it is
not so warm there as is here, and it has
not been extremely sultry here 'during
this winter. But the temperature in
greenhouse is easily enough regulated as
well as the quantity of moisture in the
air, nnd the soil is made just so rich with
all gardeners. It can't be because they
are more skillful in raising flowers there
than we are here, for 1 know of garden
ers who have oome here from the east
and expected to do the same things they
did there and failed completely. Even
in New York the florists sell ten Boston
buds to one of their own growth, and it
is just so all over tho country. You
know the more culture there is bestowed
upon a rose the more double it becomes
that is, the more of these etamans
turn into petals. Well, I suppose that,
as lioston is credited with possessing an
atmosphere of 'culcbah, that has
something to do with it." Cleveland
(O) Herald. j
Above a Roaring Tempest.
The wi iter was one of a half dozen
persons who took refuge on a recent
Sunday evening in the little; observatory
on Lookout Mountain Point during the
fearful storm. Entranced with the scene
ry east of the mountain, and part of the
time shut' off by the wooded summit
from a glance at the west,' a hideous
storm cloud had gathered unobserved by
us, and was rushing towards our place
of refuge. It was rolling on with awful
rapidity. We could not retrace our
footsteps and escape. Ourj only hope
for shelter was in the observatory. We
entered. Just think of it! ; Six persons
seeking safety from a storm j in a small
16x20 frame house which stands right
on the verge of a precipice 2000 feet
high. Good heaven! How I shuddered
and shrank down with horror when I
glanced at the coming tornado through
one window, and then crossed the room
to another and looked down,! down.down
through the tops of the trees at the foot
of that mighty precipice and contem
plated being overturned by the raging
elements.
Thunder pealed terrific blast after
blast, until tho huge rocks beneath us
seemed to quiver at the grating sound.
In another moment the cloud swept over
the mountain beyond the valley beneath,
then around the brow of Lookout, be
low our refuge, like a vast unpent
ocean. Tho forest bowed before it. The
rumbling, crashing, roaring din sounded
like an avalanche of worlds. For a
while we were literallv above the storm.
but the elouds at length gushed around
the observatory, filling our room full of
dense vapors turough a broken window,
and death to our party seemed inevita
ble. The wind howled about us and
lashed our frail refuge with brush, huge
limbs and other thiDgs which it hurled
up from the west side of the mountain.
Gale after gale struck the building and
harder and harder each dashed, until
the creaking timbers seemed to portend
our early plunging, house and ail, two
thousand feet down through the mighty
convulsed ocean of cloud and air.
The fierce, raging storm gradually
cea.ed, and just at sunset, though the
rain still poured, we started down to the
city. For a half mile along the moun
tain top we drove through clouda which
soemed to us to be fairly melting into
sheets of water. Chattanooga Commer
cial. !
Andersouville of To-flay.
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Anderson is the name of a station on
the southwestern railroad, about sixty
miles from Macon. It is nothing but a
railroad station, and the only thing that
characterizes the spot is the immense
Union cemetery of some twenty acres,
over which floats the star spangled ban
ner. The cemetery is constructed on the
spot where the prisoners were buried, and
the trenches were dug with such precis
sion and regularity that the soldiers
were not disturbed,but were allowed to
remain as their comrades interred them,
working under the watchful eye and
fixed bayonets of the Georgia Home
Guard. i
Tho cemetery is surrounded by a stout
wall, with an iron gate, and is under the
supervision of a superintendent, who
lives on the grounds. It is a plain spot.
There is not much attempt; to ornament
this city of our martyred dead. It would
take a great deal of ovon such influence
as flowers and plants to dispel the mel
ancholy memories that haunt this hill in
the pine woods of southern Georgia.
There are actually buried on this eleva
tion 13,716 men. The soldier whosa.
identity was preservod by his comrades
is marked in his resting plajse by a whito
marble stone rising ten inches above the
ground. A square marble block with the
word "Unknown" on it is repeated about
a thousand times in the cemetery.
Part of the stockade is still standing.
There are two rows of trees one inside
the other. The outer post has fallen
down save a few posts here and there,
but a large part ot the inner wall still
stands. Trees have grown up around
the old pen, and a thick growth of un
derbrush now covers the site of the
prison No traces of the famous brook
that ran through the stockade remain,
nor of the wonderful well I dug by the
prisoners. It is all now j a mild and
peaceful section of country. Many of
the soldiers in the cemetery! have hand
some headstones lifted to their memory
by Jfriends in the North and efforts
aro frequently made to havo certain
graves "kept green" with j flowers and
shower pot i
Au Odd Firm.!
Camp Curtin was not properly a camp
of instruction. It was a rendezvous for
the different companies which had been
reeruited in various parts of the state.
Hither the volunteers oame by hundreds
and thousands for the purpose of being
mustered into the service, i
. Shortly after after our arrival in camp,
Andy ' and I went down j to buy such
articles as we supposed a soldier would
be likely to need a gum blanket, a
journal, a combination knife-fork-and-spoon,
and so on to the endj of the list.
To our credit I have it to record that we
turned a deaf ear to the solicitations of a I
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certain dealer in cutlery, who insisted
on selling us each a rovolver and an
ugly -looking bowie-knife in a red
morocco sheath.
"Shentlemen, shust te ting you viil
need ven you goes into de battle. Ah,
see dis tnile, bow it shines! Look at dia
very fine revolfer!
But Moses entreated in vain, while bis
wife stood at the Btreet door looking' at, a
regiment marching to the depot, weep
ing as li her heart would breaic, and
wiping ber eyes with the corner of her
npron from time to time.
"Ah, de poor boys!" said she. 'Dere
dey go again to do great 'war, way from
dere homes and dere mutters and dere
sweethearts and vives, all te be kilt in
de battle. Dey will nefer any more coom
back. Ah, it is so wicked!
But the drums rattled -on, and the
crowd on the sidewalk gazed, and Moses,
behind his counter, smiled pleasantly as
he cried up his waresand wenton selling
bowie-knives and revolvers to kill men
with, while his wife went on weeping
and lamenting becanse men would be
killed in the wicked war, and "nefer
any more coom back." The firm ef
Moses and wife struck us as a very
strange comoination of business and
a a
sentiment, x uo not Know how many
revolvers Moses sold ; nor bow manv tears
iiia Kuoa who sueu: out n sne went
I i a i . . i m
whenever a regiment marched down the
street to the depot her eyes must have
been turned into a river of tears. From
Recollections of a Drummer-boy." by
li. M. Kieffer.
Shooting at Long Range.
Jacob Flesh applied to the goveren
ment for a pension, alleging that he was
engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with his
sabre for a distance of five miles, near
Huntonville, Virginia, July 2, 1863, and
while in that fight was out in the right
arm and shot iu the left arm and leg.
One of the government pension examin
ers at Washington wrote in reply: "The
claim is inadmissible without further
and more definite information. The
claimant is therefore required, with the
return of this letter, to state, under oath,
what caused him to get into a fight with
his sabre; what kind of a sabre it was he
got into a fight with; how he happened
to have a hand-to hand fight with it;
whether there were any witnesses pres
ent during the fight; how he managed to
to get shot while fighting with his sabre;
whether he believes tbe sabre shot him;
whether It shot anybody else; whether he
shot it; how many shots were fired; who
fired the first shot; whether the soldier
was in the habit of fighting with his sa
bre; how long he fought it, and whether
he had ever fought any other sabre. It
should be shown by competent testi
mony whether the soldier shot the sabre
or the sabre shot the soldier. It should
also be shown whether he fought for
the distance of five miles apart, or the
sabre was five miles long." Grant Coun
ty (Wis.) Herald.
A Mtory of PoLsou.
In a speech in favor of vivisection.
some weeks ago, Sir Lyon Playfair made
a great hit by a story of two Uermant
experimenting with a poison he would
not name, which produced no immediate
effect, but killed sometime afterward, if
those who had taken it were not made
idiots by its use. Of the two who took
this poison, one died (said Mr. Playfair)
and the other is in an idiot asylum. He
argued that had they experimented upon
rabbits thev would have saved their
lives. It has, however, been since as
serted that this lamentable occurrence
was due to quite another case, having
arisen out of some experiments made
with merourie ruethyde in Dr. Odling's
laboratory. The two men had just com
pleted their work, when they spilt a flask
containing the poison on the table. Un
willing to do the work over again, they
preferred to sop the staff up with
sponges, and unwittingly inhaled the
poison, which arose in a vapor. One
died under its Influence almost im
mediately. The other, having spent
days in warning his fellow chemists of
the dangers they were exposed to in
using it, grew gradually worse, and
died a month after the occurrence.
The Hand of Provident.
"Yes, sir, I believe the hajufbf Provi
dence is sometimes shown in these mat
ters of speculation," replied the old
broker, as he tilted his chair back.
"Have vou any instances?"
"Yes, two of 'em. Seventeen years
ago I put every dollar I could raise into
a spec on cotton. If I won I vowed that
I would give the Methodists in my town
$500 to build a steeple on their church.
Gentlemen, I was hedged around and
fenced in with dimonlues and disasters,
but the hand oi 1'rovitience pulled me
through and I made $38,000.
"What was the other case?"
"Well, I put about $40,000 into wheat
and oorn, and I vowed that if I won I
would give $2,000 towards a Baptist
cnurcn.
"And the hand of Providence pulled
you through, ha?"
"No, sir. She scooped me stone blind.
I reckoa she didn't favor the Baptist
religion." -
Ho Place Like Home.
"Have you no home?"
"Oh, yes, I've got one."
"Why don't you go there then?"
"Because I don't want to."
"But you should, forthe poet says, 'be
it ever so humble, there's no place like
home.""
"And right the poet was, too. I was
at home not an hour ago, and the house
was turned upside down, all the beds
out of the windows, and the furniture in'
the corners, and my wife with a dish-rag
around her head, and the children so
dusty you couldn't clean 'em with a
feather brush, and the hired girls raising
Sam Hill, and four niggers beating car
pets, and the paper hangers at work,
and a window cleaner with a hose turned
on, and no dinner and no prospeot of
any, and the deuce to pay generally oh,
you and the poet are snoutin', and you're
mighty right, too, there's no place like
home." Drummer.
The next time you see two ladioa kiss
ing each other just notice how auioklv
they let go.
ALL SORTS.
The Boston Globe nays the reason wash
day comes next to Sunday is because
cleanliness is next to Godliness. ;
A Montreal clergyman who was too ill
to preach on a recent Sunday wrote a
sermon and had another minister read it
hile he listened to its delivery by the
telephone.
All religious instructions or even allu
sion to religion in the schools of Francs
la so strictly forbidden by the now law
on the subject that the name of Deity is
carefully expunged from the how text N
books. '
A man on Cow Creek, Cal.. is tasking
money running a skunk ranch. The ani
mal's secretion, so offensive to ihe Cau
casian nostrils, is highly prized by Chi
nese as a medicine, and they pay a large
price for it.
A shad net in Quinnepao river, in
North Haven was so heavily loaded with
fish that Charles Thomas, while helping
to pull the net ashore, lost his footing
and was drowned. His body was drawn
ashore in the net with twenty bushels of .
fish.
A bevr of erirls surprised a voune stu
dent in Indianapolis making a mo ft im
passioned speech to a dozen blocks of
wood and a saw-horse. They told it on
him and his presence caused a smile
wherever he went. At last be turned
the case he was preparing over to an
other and left for parts unknown.
Taking the sinew with which sa old
beggar woman laced her shoe, Ole Bull.
put it on his violin it place of the four
strings. He stood beside the mendicant
in the door of the church in her native
Swedish town and played such touching.
plaintive airs, that every one who passed
dropped a coin in her lap.
An Australian servant, after arrang
ing terms with her new employer, asked
if she would object to her bring-
mg her babe along, saying it would
be no trouble, as it was dead and pick
led. It was born and had died while her
husband was absent on a sea voyage, and
she had it preserved in this wsy that he
might see it on bis return.
What is alleged to be a piece of the
true cross has come to light at Poitiers,
in an old chest. It was sent to a saint
in the second half of the sixth century
by the Emporer Justin, from Constanti
nople. It is mounted in gold and enam
el of exquisite Byzantine manufacture.
and excites great interest. It disap
peared during the revolution of 1789.
One Chinaman bet another that he
oould swim back and forth across the
Sacramento river, quicker than he could.
It was a cold bath, aad. when they reach
ed the other side one of them went into .
a shanty and warmed himseii, bat the
other started back. On his way he was
taken with cramp and drowned, amidst
the cheers of those betting against him.
A Wisconsin court had decided in fa
vor of a woman who had applied for a
divorce, but the formal decree was likely
to be delayed, until the next day. Her
lawyer protested, and, being compelled
to give a reason for the hurry, lie ex
plained that his client's betrothed sec
ond husband was in the room, and that
the couple wished to go at once to a min
ister for marriage. Tho Judge ordered
the decree to be made out forthwith.
A petition of Matthew T. Ryan, Juliet,
his wife, and their childen. Clyde E..
Hattie M. and Lulu, to change the fam-
ily name to Millington, has been granted -
by Judge lurzman, of Troy, :i. x.
The parties claimed that tbe name of
"Patrick Ryan," owing to the notoriety
of "Paddy" Ryan, unpleasantly affected
their social relations, and that the busi
ness of the first named petitioner was in
jured in consequence.
T1IE FASHIONS
Silkworm green is soberly announced
as the latest tint in that shade.
Plain jerseys of red or blue are much
worn with lawn tennis costumes.
Sleeves of dresses and wraps aro worn
exceedingly high, and fall on the shoul
der. The Chinese driving cloak with sabot
sleeves has taken the place this season of
the French redingote.
Silk jerseys, gloves in strawberry red.
Eale yellow, nun's gray, and black will
e more in vogue this summer than kid
gloves of any sort.
In French importations of coetumes
tho polonaise reappears onoe again in
varied forms, and with endless styles of
drapery and garniture.
Pale yellow and bright gold are the
colors triumphant even in floral garni
ture. Tbe gaudy sunflower has sank -into
oblivion, but is replaced by prim
roses, cowslips, marigolds, kingcups,
narcissus and marshmallows.
Burnished gold, mandarin yellow.and
the creamy shade of raw silk are tbe
tints in yellow more favored this season
than that of old gold or copper-color, so
fashionable last year; while sage green
has given way to a peculiar leaden-green
known as porphyry; and cadet blue is
replaced by nemohhilac the color of
that flower.
Handsome toilets of strawberry colored
ottoman silk are shown, with deep
flounces edged with wide cross-way
bands of the darkest plum-colored velvet.
the flounces being put ou with several
rows oi drooping pulls. The back
draping is a blending of the two ma
terials; the sides have panels of the vel
vet, and the graceful Babet coat opens
over an embroidered waistcoat, also of
the velvet.
The newest red parasols are trimmed
with ficelle lace, the laov eing put on
each gore fan fashion. Many the satin
parasols have flower-brocadeu linings,
with lace arranged on the outside, to bo
carried with Watteau oostumes. Others
are of chine silk oroche, edged with
marabout. There will'probably bs more
novelties presented before the season is
over, but the flat, Japanese-shaped sun
shade has quite disappeared from good
society, and is only carried over the
head of tho maiden from some
sequestered district, who, triumphant ia
the mitigated glories of a fresh color, a
brand-new gown of the largest, gayest
plaid procurable, has como to thi city,
porhaps intending to take th (An iJ
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