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A TOWN G vRfcEN.
A plot of urouud ihe merest scrap
Ieep, lite a dry forgotten well,
A tard-n caught in a brick-built trap.
Where men make money, buy and n-sll:
And itragg-ilcs through the sUfpiant hazs
Dim flj-ers, with sapless leaf sud item.
Look np with cmetfiln of the gtze
That homesick eyes hare cast on them.
There Is a rose against the wait.
With scanty, siir.ke incintd leaves;
Fair showers on happier rates fall -
On this fonl dropping from ihe eaves.
It pines, but you need hardly no'e;
It die by In' hes in the gloom;
Shoots iu the sprine-t'me. as if by rote:
Long has forgotten to dream of bloom.
The poorest blossom, and it were claimed
Wlih color and name but never a flower!
It blooms with the roses wiiose bloom is past.
Of every hue, and place, and hour.
They liv before me as look
The damak buds Ihrt breaihe and glow.
Pink wild rose, down by a brook,
Lavish clusters of airy anow.
Could one transplant you (far on bitfh
A murky sunset lights the Uie)
And set you 'xieath the ar.'bicg ssy,
In the green country, many mile.
Would you s rikedeep Had suck uo strength.
Washed with rain and hunc with pearl.
Cl'Dfr to the trellis, a leafy length.
Sweet with blossom for June and j!rUf
Yet no' Who nefds you In those bower?
Who pris .'s gifts that all ran give?
Bestow your life instead of ri wer.
Ar-d slowly die that dreams may live.
Prisoned and perishing, your dole
Of lingering leaves r ball not be vain
Worthy to wreathe the hemlock bowl.
Or twine about the cross of pain!
A MIXING STORY.
" 'Eureka Gold Mining Company.
Don't it look important on paper? I
tell you, boys, we've got a good thing,
but we must work," said Tom Flynn,
glancing at the piece of paper in bis
band.
"Yes replied Joe Bagley, with a
sleepy yawn, but let's go to rooat now.
We can't do anything more to-night."
The men, eight in number, bad been
sitting around a camp fire discussing
their prospects. The Eureka mine orig
inally belonged to a party of Eastern
capitalists, who, having worked it for a
short time and finding it did not "pan
out" according to expectations, sold their
interests to men who had just taken
possession of the property, which they
firmly believed would prove an El Do
rado. They were poor in purse, for they
- had invested their all iu the new venture,
but were rich in hoje and courage.
"It is a well-known fact," Flynn would
assert twenty times a day, "that the Eu
reka is on a range with the famous Em
pire, which yields $30,000 per ton, and
we are sure to strike the same vein.
' Some day we will wake np to find our
selves millionaires! It is only a ques
tion of time."
The next morning seven of the men,
who were the actual owners, began
work, leaving Si Reed, whom they
termed their silent partner, to do the
chores about the camp. Reed was pale
and thin, and had an anxious, expectant
look upon bis face. He seldom spoke to
any one, which fact bad gained for hi en
the soubriquet of Silent or Si Reed. He
waa devotedly attached to Flynn, who
had befriended him while in Sacramento
and exhibited such sincere grief when
ha heard of his intended departure for
the mines that Flvnn invited him to join
the party .
The miners worked like beavers, delv
ing into the earth that each felt certain
held in her virgin bosom the gold which
would enrich them. They began their
labors at the first streak of the dawn,
toiling unceasingly through the entire
day, each dreaming his own dream of
future greatness. Weeks sped by; pan
af er pan was washed, tpe contents ex
amined, then thrown aside. But they
were not disheartened. The gold was
there. The next blow of the pick might
reveal it.
One evening after supper, Joe Bagley
said:
"How's the fodder, Si? Last another
week, eh?"
"No, hardly onough for another
week."
"You must put us on low rations,
then. What d'ye say, boys?"
"Agreed," they unswered in chorus.
The next day, when Si gave each man
his portion, they laughingly declared that
Flynn had received the lion's share
which was true; for Reed had robbed
himself in order that his friend should
have his usual supply, albeit no one sus
pected the bit of self sacrifice. The week
was stealing by and they had not "struck
. it." The hearts of the miners were grow
ing heavy with dread ! Yet they dared
sot give vent to their fears. Each felt
that sucoess depended npon his individ
ual courage, and no one was willing to
dampen the ardor of the others by ex
pressing doubts of their ultimate
triumph.
One day while seated on the ground
eating their midday meal, a little girl
appeared before them.
"Holy thunder!" cried Flynn, spring
ing to his feet, "where did you come
from?"
"Please, sir, I've been walking ever so
far. Ma saw yer camp fire las' night, and
told me bow to git there. She could not
oome herself, 'cause Freddie's sick. May
I sit down? I'm awful tired."
She glanced timidly at the men, then
at the empty pot in which the dinner of
beans and bacon bad been cooked.
"Where does your ma live?" inquired
Bagley.
"She doesn't live nowhere. We're
a-buntin' for pa."
"Did ye expect to find 'im here?"
"No, sir, but we're hungry, and ma
thought you'd .give us somethin' to
eat."
The men roared with laughter. Some
thing to eat, when they had just de
voured their last cut of bacon.
"Not another mouthful, boys. We
must give the chick what's left," said
Bagley, scraping the remains of each
dinner into his own tin plate. "Here,
little one, eat this, and when you've sat
isfied the oravins, ye can tell us where
we came from."
"Please, I'd rather take it to Freddie,"
pleaded the child, " 'cause he's little and
sick."
"Ye ain't bigger'n a pint of cider yer
self," laughed Bagley. "Eat it, an' we'll
give ye some for the others."
The promise satisfied the child, who
quickly devoured the contents of the
dish.
'Been on low rations, too, I reckon,"
ehuckled one of the men.
"Now tell us about your mother.
Where is she, and whose trail is she on?"
said Flynn.
"She's 'way down there in an old log
house where nobody lives, i We was go
ing to Kiwanna camp, 'cause we heard
pa was there, but Freddie's too sick, and
ma's afraid he'll die; so if yell please give
me some wittles I'll go back, 'cause she's
alone. j
"Wbat'll we do, boys?" asked Bagley.
"We can't leave the critters there: some
of us must go with the ohick and bring
them here. i
"Reed can be spared," suggested one
of the men. 1
"Bah!" interrupted Ben Skinner, a
snrly, ill natured fellow; f'Reed, with
his white face, that grows whiter every
day. If the woman saw him she d think
death had came for the youngster sure."
The men glanced toward Si, who was
now leaning against a tree, apparently
oblivious of what was going on around
him, and evidently did not here the un
feeling remark.
"Look here, boys, remarked Flynn,
gravely, "our larder is about empty, and
we must replenish it. Let's draw lots to
decide who will ride into town for pro
vender. ' We are out of funds, but this,"
taking a valuable watch from his pocket,
can be left as security." 1
"And this can keep it company, said
Bagley, producing a handsome pistol.
Skinner drew the slip of paper upon
which the word "go" was written.
"The little girl Cfn sit before ye, and
ye can stop off at the cabin and give this,
the last of our hard tack, to the woman,"
said 2agley.
One of the men came forward with a
flask of whisky, which he asserted would
'straighten out the little chap. Fleet
wood, their only horse was quickly sad
dled and Skinner started on his errand.
"Tell yer ma to fight her luck a few
hours lonsrer. and when supplies come
we'll give ye a rousing supper," shouted
Bagley as they rode away. ;
When some distance from the hut
Skinner put the girl down, j gave her the
biscuit and flask, after drinking half its
contents, and resumed his journey.
In the evening Flynn . and Bagley
went over to the hut, intending to bring
the woman and her children up to the
camp. ;
"Skinner will get back about eight
o'clock. I guess the sick bov only
wants a little feeding up; to make him
all right" remarked Flynn as they ap
proached the hut,
They found the woman seated on the
rough floor with the boy in her lap, and
Maggie, their late visitor, at her side
sound asleep. With tearless sobs she
related her sad story. About five years
before, or when Freddie was only a few
weeks old, her husband left to join a
party of prospectors who were going to
the Sierra Nevada region, and she bad
never hear from him since. She waited
until her funds were nearly exhausted,
then made her way to S Sacramento.
While supporting her children aa best
she could, she learned that the party had
broken camp; her husband had been
brought to Sacramento and placed iu a
hospital, where he remained a long time
seriously ill with brain ; fever. She
traced him to tha hospital only to find
that he had gone away again, no one
could tell whither. Recently she learned
that a man answering his description and
bearing the same name was working in
the Kiwanna mines, and she was on her
way there. He had always been a fond
husband and father, and she believed he
had searched for her also, but they had
missed each other.
The two men were deeply moved as
they listened to the story of her suffer
ings, and after much persuasion, induc
ed her to return to camp with them,
promising that one of the miners would
go the following day to Kiwanna, about
ten miles distant, and make inquiries
concerning the person she supposed was
her husband. Without further cere
mony Flynn wrapped the boy in the
blanket he had brought for the purpose.
Bagley trudged along with Maggie in his
arms.
Wheja the party reached camp it was
past the time set for Skinner's return,
but he had not arrived. A bed of brush
wood covered with a blanket was ar
ranged for the night, and after they bad
laid down the men lighted their pipes
and gathered around the fire, conversing
in low whispers and listening eagerly
for the sound of the horse's foot steps.
"He oughter bin hero long afore this,"
said Bigley, rousing himself frem a
brown study. "Boys, he's scooted."
The suggestion fell like a bombshell;
no one spoke for a moment, then Bagley
resumed:
"He'n got your watch, Flynn, my pis
tol and Fleetwood. He's gone sure as
shootin', I Baw the devil shinin' in his
eyes when he drew the slip."
The others were loth to accept their
comrade's suggestions, but all crept to
their resting places with very heavy
hearts.
"We kin live on beans," muttered
Bagley, "but what in thunder will be
come of the poor woman an' the kids?"
In the morning there was considerable
excitement in Eureka Camp.' Two of the
men Bagley and Reed were missing.
After a protracted search, the latter was
lound near a clump of bushes, some dis
tance away, in an unconscious state,
having apparently fallen in a fit. They
carried him back to the camp, laid the
limp form on a bramble bed and then
gazed at each other in blank dismay.
'Call the woman, p'raps she'll know
what to do," advised Tom.'
The woman did not wait to be called.
Seeing that something was amiss, she
appraached the group. The next mo
ment a heartrending cry burst from her
lips. Falling upon her knees, she threw
her arms around the sick man and
kissed the still, white face in a wild dis
tracted way. A slight tremor passed
over Reed's frame. He opened his eyes,
looked wildly at the woman bending
over him Then a gleam of intelligence
illuminated bis countenance; he recog
nised the faithful wife, from whom he
had long been separated by a singular
freak of fate. For one brief moment
soul met soul. He raised his hand
heavenward, murmured j faintly, 'Up
there, Maggie," then earned his soubri
quet of Silent Reed. j
A solemn stillness prevailed around
Eureka camp when Flynn and his com
rades returned from their; unsuccessful
search for Bagley. The remainder of
the party were sitting around iu despon
dent attitudes, whila Mrs. Reed, with the
sick child on her knees and one hand
fondly resting on the dead man's face.
looked the very embodiment of incon
solable grief. Flynn tender-hearted
Tim Flynn how his burly frame shook
with sob3 as tne touolung death scene
was described to him.
"Boys," heeaid huskily, "we must
face our hard luck like heroes. I have
insisted all along that the JJ-ureKa held a
fortune for each of us, because I be
lieved it. But " it cost him a struggle
to utter the next words, which were the
extinguishment of the hope that bad en
abled them to endure privation and hun-'
ger without a murmur. "But, ha went
on, "I waa , mistaken. After that , poor
creature has grown accustomed to her
sorrow we will bury poor Si and pull up
stasest. we won t abandon them, boys
I or bM sake we must protect those he
loved."
The others heartily agreed to the last
clause. While arranging their plans for
the future, little Maggie bounded down
the hillside, singing blithely, unconsci
ous of the bereavement that had befallen
her.
"Look," she shouted gleefully, "what
nice stones I have found. Full of bright
specks, just like eyes.
x lynn took the stones fhe held toward
him. His face, rough and weatherbeat-
en, giew pallid with sudden joy.
"Boys," he whispered in a tone of sup
pressed excitement, "she has struck it.
Where did you find this, Maggie?"
"Way up there, past the big hole," she
replied, vaguely wondering at his white
face.
In a moment the men fell into line,
Maggie leading the way to the spot where
ehe found the precious stone. As they
passed the mouth of the pit, the scene
of their fruitless labors, Flynn stopped
to get a shovel. The others followed his
example, carrying with them the imple
ments they had cast down in a hopeless
way the night previous. They Bet to
work silently, being too much excited to
speak. If disappointment awaited them
now. No, two or three blows, such as
had never been struck before, told them
they had "struck it" at last. They paused
looked at each other for a moment,
then the. hills echoed and re-echoed with
the shout of triumph that burst simul
taneously from their line.
They returned to camp, Flynn carry
ing Maggie on his shoulder, just as Bag
ley appeared in sight with a bag of pro
visions on bis baok. In a few words he
explained before daylight he bad started
for Kiwanna to beg food for the woman
and her children. Ater & hasty dinner
some of the men went to select a pleas
ant spot in which to lay the remains of
their comrade, and FJynn set out for
town to make arrangements about hav
ing the oamp supplied with provisions.
Several hours latter he returned in
high spirits and related how he had en
countered Skiuner in a tavern and de
manded the .return of the horse, watch
and pistol that had been entrusted to
him. He blustered and swore awhile
and finally' agreed to sell his claim for
the articles be bad already appropriated
to his own use. Flynn did not apprise
him of the lucky turn of fortune's wheel,
but took precautions to have the ex
change legally drawn up.
"He played us a mean trick," conclud
ed Flynn, "but I got the. best of him,
and now I propose to transfer his share
to the orphans and widow of our old
friend."
No dissenting voice was raised against
the proposition; furthermore, they all
declared that Maggie should henceforth
be called the ward cf the Eureka Mining
Company.
The next day Si waa buried, and a
week later, when the success of the
mine bad become an established fact,
Mrs. Reed and her children were taken
back to Sacramento. The change of for
tune, coupled with the death of her hus
band, proved too muoh for the poor
woman, and the two otphans became the
actual wards of Eureka Mining Com
pany. .
An Insane IT Oman's Letter.
Willard Asylum .for the Insane, at
Ovid, has among its inmates a Danish
lady of good education, and who, previ
ous to her insanity, occupied a respecta
ble position in society. Her delusion is
that she is immensely wealthy the
queen of the universe. On all other sub
jects she is relatively rational, and con-,
verses with ease and fluency. She has
the delusion that the asylum i her
cast e, built for her special benefit, and
that the attendants and inmates are her
servants. Recently she managed to elude
the vigilance of the attendadts and mail
a letter to a brother in Denmark, stating
that she had become wealthy and was
living iu a magnificent mansion, sur
rounded by luxury and attendants, and
had abundance to provide for herself
and family, and closed by urging him to
accept her hospitality and spend the
balance of his life with her. Having fre
quently heard of the good luck of his
countrymen in the land across the sea, he
did not have a suspicion but what
fortune Lai favored his sis
ter, and she had actually become rich.
He therefore proceeded
to close out his business,
immediately
in which he
had managed with some
difficulty to
support his family, with the proceeds he
purchased tickets for the transportation
of his wife and five children to central
New York. Allowing the letter announc
ing his intention of coming only a few
days' Btart, the little family took ship for
America with light hearts and great ex
pectations. Arriving in New York, they
set aside barely sufficient to take them to
their destination, and spent the remain
der in improving their appearanoe so
that they should not bring discredit on
theirioh kinswoman. On reaching Ovid
they recognized Willard from the de
scriptiongiven in the sister's letter. The
cruel disappointment of the brother and
his wife was pitiable. Instead of finding
a wealthy sister to welcome them to her
palatial abode, they found her in a hope
less condition and an inmate' of an
insane asylum. Letters of the in
sane should be kept and sumbitted to
some central authority. More than one
asylum physician has lost his life from
attempting to evade the sending of im-
8 roper letters of lunatics. Journal of
ervous and Mental Diseases.
A trade dollar saved is eighty-five cents
earned. Philadelphia Press. ;
Luxuries of the London Poor.
"But I
have always understood," taid
tripe is rather an expensive
I.
"that
delioacy."
"So it, is, if anyone is so foolishly ex
travagant as to go in for the honeycomb
and what are called the best parts of it,"
she replied, "bat the cuttings and trim
mings are just as jnioy and tender when
properly stewed, and the difference in
the price is twopence a pound set beside
eightpence or tenpeno?. There's always
plenty to be had, for the big shops have
no sale for cutting? and trimmings, and
the lower-class bhcjr s get it - all. And if
you want a luxury for supper on a cold
winter's night, there yon have it, as
cheap nearly as bread and cheese. A
pound and a half of cutilngs. three
pence; onions, a ua penny; mils, a
ha'penny; potatoes, a penny; and there
you are, provided with a good, hot,
relishing meal for three, at a cost of
only a fraction over tre'pence a head
1, no doubt, looked surprised at this
revelation of domestic economy in the
undercurrents or social lire, lor with a
chuckle the husband remarked. "Lor'
bless you, sir, it is all a delusion for
people to suppose that poor folks men
who like myself, earn no more than one
pound a week, say get nothing but
crusts, while their rich neighbors get
the cake. It may be in another shape
and way, but they get their niceties and
their relishes just tbe same. It is no
body's fault but their own if they do
not. Look here, now ! What do you say
to calf's head and bacon? Would you
call that a luxury on poor man's table?"
"I should say that he was lucky to be
able to place so excellent a meal there.
But it couldn't, of course, be done at the
same low rate as the supper of tripe cut
tings But something lust as nice and I
of exactly tbe same flavor, could, he
replied, triumphantly. "You can buy
at the tripe shop half a cow heel for
threepence ha'penny, and you can bny
at most ham and beef shops the rind that
is taken off the best of hams after they
are oooked for three halfpence. Seeing
a ham rind curled up and dry you world
not perhaps, admire the leatr.ry
look of it. But put back
into . boiling water, it opens ont
and eats as delicate as chicken. Pop
'em in the saucepan together your cow-
heel and your rind, and simmer era
gently, and you'll get a good sized dish
full with all the flavor of calves head
and bacon about it, and without vege
tables, fivepenoe is all the cost. But
three of you when I say three I mean
the missus and myself and one grown-up
girl at home that works at the brush
drawing couldn't get nourishment and
nioeness for less than that?" "I should
say it was quite impossible to do so," I
replied. "Except it was bullocks ears,'
his wife remarked. "Yes, but it isn't
everybody oan get 'em,'" said her hus
band, "only them that live at Bermond-
sey, and near toe skin markec. xne
hides, fresh from the butchers," he con
tinued, turning to me to make the ex
planation, "are stacked in heaps in the
market place, and some of the salesmen
give them they know the privilege of
cutting off the ears. 'Burrs,' they call
em, and they sell 'em for about a penny
a poun , and, and, nicely scalded and
scraped, and then gently stewed and
served np with a little melted butter.
with a sprig of parsely chopped up in
it, they make a dish the lord mayor of
London wouldn't turn up his nose at, it
he didn't know what they were or where
they came from. But bullocks' ears, as
I have already said, are not a luxury
comeatable everywhere not like bull
ock's head or sheep's head, for instance."
It occurred to me to inquire oi the
economical couple if they included
tinned meats in the luxuries of the poor,
and they unhesitatingly replied that
tbev did not. They might be considered
cheap, they said, by those whose means
admitted of their buying joints of butch
ers' meat, but those who had to scheme
and maneuver to keep the pot boiling
had long ago discovered that the tins did
not contain solid worth of their hard-
earned money. "The best proof of
that," said the husband, "is that meat in
tins, be it beef or mutton, does not offer
the 8am e resistance to the appetite of a
hard-worked, hungry man he was a
stone mason's laborer. I've tried it.
Half a pound or, at the outside, ten
ounces of good butcher's meat is as
muoh 'as I can get through, and I oan put
away a pound of tinned meat as easily as
I can smoke a pipe. The great advan
tage as regards cheapness is supposed to
lie in the fact that the tinning is done in
America and Australia, where a whole
sheep is worth only a few shillings; but
when," he added, with a shrewd wink.
you find chaps in the provision way in
Whitechapel and other parts of London
taking to the tinning line of business, it
naturally occurs to a man that he will do
better to buy his meat first hand and save
the expense of a tin, which, when empty,
is of no mortal use to him." Asked
whether he inoluded cheap so-called
"German" sausages and other question
able preparations, such as "spiced beer
and "collared head," in his list of
luxuries and relishes, he replied
emphatically. "Certainly not." Blind-
man's buff,' he added, laughingly, "was
all very well as a game, but he didn't
care about it as a feature of his victual
ing dopartment. There's no occasion for
it; there are relishes enough of tbe
proper sort, and at a quarter the price,
to be got any day. Take shellfish mus
sels for instance; what might be the
price of oysters at the present time?"
Half a crown to three shillings a dozen.
I told him. He whistled and made a
wry face ere he went on: "Look at that
now! Twelve oysters for three shillings
threepence eaoh when we can buy
fine mussels, which are every bit as good
and delicate in flavor, at a whole quart
for a penny. You can eat 'em raw with
pepper and vinegar, or you can stew 'em
or bake 'em on the shovel over a clear
fire, and they're delicious. Or winkles.
again. Nobody who hasn t tasted em
has any idea of the fine flavor there is
in winkles all hot from the sauoepan."
"And whelks, Joe," remarked his good
lady. "Ah! there's a shellfish, now!" he
continued, smacking his lips. "He's a
vulgar chap, the whelk, you know, sir,"
and he chuckled and winked his artfnl
est. "He's low and commonplace and
only fit as food for poor people with
coarse appetites. That the opinion, I
nave no aouot, in tue upper oircies ap
regards the whelk. And a precious good
job, too, I say. Take toy word for it,
sir, if its qualities were more widely
known, oysters would not have a look
in with it. At the present time you can
get at a street stall half la dozen prime
ones, already cooked, with vinegar and
pepper included, for a penny. But I'll
wager they wouldn't beata that price long
if the West-end fishmongers took em in
band. London Telegraph. '
NEWS JfOTfiS.
Anna Klumpke of San
Francisco, has
a picture at 4ho Paris Salon, which
is
eulogized by the Moniteur des Arts.
In Washington, people
are getting so
tired of equestrian statues that the sub
sub-can-
ject of monumental arches is much
vassed.
A marble statute of Mr.
to be erected in front of
uiaastone is
t n
the University
of Athens, the means having been
pro-
vided by a national subscription.
Matilda Lotz, formerly of the Califor
nia Art School of Design, now in Eu
rope, has a painting in the Paris Salon
representing two dogs, j "Ronflo" and
"Rough," which is favorably mentioned
by the Paris correspondent of the Balti
more Sun.
Queen Victoria has invited the cele
brated painter, Professor Von Aogeli, of
Vienna, to visit jingiana ana m&ke a
life-size portrait of her, to be presented
to the (Jerman Emperor on the twenty-
fifth anniversary of his assumption of the
JKegency of Prussia.
The next great artistic event will be
the opening of the triennial exhibition.
organized by the French government.
The choioest works of the great French
and foreign masters produced sinco 1878
will form a valuable collection, which
will attract crowds to Paris from the
15th of September until the Slst of Oc
tober. I
In repairing the Protestant church of
St. James at Ansbnrg recently, the
workmen had occasion to take down tbe
old organ .and in so doing detached some
of the plaster from the wall behind it.
The color of the uncovered surface led to
an investigation which revealed several
large and beautiful frescoes beneath nu
merous coats of whitewash, ancient and
modern. Below was found an inscrip
tion showing that the frescoes were exe
cuted between tbe years 1180 and 1196.
The statue of General Zachary Taylor
over his grave at Louisville i a little
larger than life of white Carrara marble,
out in Italy, and shows the general in
full military uniform. The figure stands
on a polished shaft fourteen and a half
feet high, having at the center a bronze
medallon of the general inclosed by a
wreath of laurel. .A base of Maine gran
ite, eight square, is left rough in honor
of "Old Rough and Readj." .The name
and other inscriptions appear on the die
of the pedestal. I j
Among tbe pictures lately sold by the
Marquis of Lansdowne to Mr. Mackey is
the famous Rembrandt j portrait pur
chased by the grandfather of its late
owner, which has always been regarded
as one of the choicest gems in the Bo
wood Gallery. Complaint is made that,
before allowing it to go to; America.Lord
Lansdowne had not given the j refusal of
it the National Gallery, but perhaps he
reflected that gallery is already rioh in
Rembrandts, and that $25,000 is a big
figure. 0
The life of Richard Belt, whose suit
against the oritio who accused him of
putting out others' work as his own. is
still before the London oourts.and reads
like a romance. There was a time when
he carried messages to the i House of
Lords, and chiseled with a nail, out of a
piece of rough stone, his first artistic
effort. But there came ajday when ho
worked on Charles Kingsley's bust in
Windsor Castle', in the presence of the
Queen, and at Cbiselhurst, before the
empress, in the studio of the Prince Im
perial.
The Paris correspondent of the Balti
more Sun says: The Americans have
their full proportion of the limited num
ber of awards at the Paris Salon, though
several of the best are left out. Three
third-class medals have fallen to the lot
of three of the best. Whistler's portrait
of his mother, "The Water Carrier," by
Charles Sprague Pecrce, aBonnot pupil,
and a "Contrabandier Aragonese," by
Dannat (William, of New York), Mun
kacsy's clever pupil, who we s named last
year among the most deserving by "An
amateur," were the three Which obtained
the largest number of votes. Dannat's
"Smuggler" is of the life! size and gigan
tic stature, and painted with extraordi
nary vigor so extraordinary that the
French Government has laid claim to
him (the "Smuggler"), and will not al
low him to leave the country. He is firm
ly planted, standing with legs apart, his
arms in shirt sleeves lifted far above his
head, holding in. his hands a jug, from
which he pours a stream of water into
his mouth. It may be something stronger
than water, though it has the appearance
of a crystal stream. The picture is
placed very high, but no place is bad for
a work af such power. The Government
has also purchased another picture by
Frank Myers Boggs, of New York, " La
Place Saint Germain des Pres in 1833."
The jury had not a sufficent number of
medals to allow one for Boggs. Ameri
can art is certainly high in favor with
the French Government, j
Modern Steamers.
Tne Nautical Magazine remarks that
there l one thing that we know, or
should haye learned from the vast expe
rience of the last ten or twenty years an
experience, perhaps, as gloomy and un
satisfactory as it has been rash, that the
majority of "cargo steamers," as at pres
ent constructed and sent to sea, have al
ready long since reached the limit of
safety in loading; if, indeed, many of
them have not got much beyond it. If
this be so, how are we to account for tbe
great number of such vessels which
annually disappear? There is surely un
mistakable evidence to prove that some
thing is wrong somewhere; for many of
them are comparative new ships.
After two long centuries of experience of
all kinds of ships, and over all seas, a
vanished sohool of ale and sagaoious
seamen laid it down that a good "hip.
fairly loaded and ably commanded, will
live in any storm excepting, perhaps,
cyclones and hurricanes, and the aoci
denta which they engender; she posi
tively oannot sink, but is as certain to
ride over those great rolling mountains
of seething water as a well-built church
is of standing on its foundation. It is a
great mistake to suppose, as some
shipbuilders really do, that because
a ship is big,,, Ho heavy
seas will ever rnn on board;
in consequence of this fallacy, they take
all manner of liberties in designs and
constructions. It is difficult to believe
there are such opinions in sucb quar
ters, yet it is so, notwithstanding. There
is don bt ess, less science imported into
ship building now than in former times,
when iron for such work was a novelty,
and when the worthy blacksmith, though
occupying an indisputable position,
played only second fiddle in the sym
phony; but the merest riveter should
understand that the long low steamers
which are now turned out of onr build
ing yards tire the wettest and, in too
many cases, tbe most dangerous ships
which ever put to sea. A great ocean
wave, however high or fast it may run,
will lift up bodily any small ship or boat.
but not so some 400-footer; and, as a
matter of course, if it cannot lift must
run over some part of her. Allowing
such a wave to run at thirty-five, miles
an hour, and a great part of its crest,
say twenty-five tons of water, to over
whelm her decks, we have at once a force
equal to tile charge of a locomotive
against everything in the shape of an
obstruction to its course. Yet it is com
mon to see such ships putting to sea
with all kinds of trumpery and feeble
fittings such as obtained in high-sided
ships of fifty years back feeble, it
should be said, in relation to tbe amount
of freeboard or bad weather to be en
countered and afterward doleful ac
counts in the newspapers about "terriflo
weather and fearful damage."
Spontaneens Combustion.
In the spring of 1780 a fire was discov
ered on board a frigate off Cronstadt.
After the severest scrutiny no causa for
the fire could be found. The probability
is, however, strongly in favor of sponta
neous combustion; for in the following
year the frigate Maria, whioh also lay at
anchor off (Jronstadt, was found to be on
fire. The fire was, however, early per
ceived and extinguished. After strict ex
termination nothing oould be discovered
as to its origin. A commission of inquiry
was held, which hnally reported that the
fire was probably caused by parcels of
matting tied together with pack-thread,
which were in the cabin where the fire
broke out. It was found that the parcels
of matting contained Russian lampblack.
prepared from fir soot moistened with
hemp-oil varnish. In consequence of this
tbe Russian admiralty gave orders for
experiments to bo made. They shook
forty pounds of fir-wood soot into' a tub
and pom ed about thirty-five pounds of
hemp-oil varnish upon it. This stood for
an hour, after which they poured off the
oil. The remaining mixture they wrapped
up in a mat, and the bundle was
laid olose to the cabin in the
frigate Maria where the midshipmen had
their berth. To avoid all suspicion two
officers sealed both the mat ind the door
with their own seals, and stationed a
watch of four officers to take notice of all
that passed through tbe nighti As soon
as smoke should appear information was
to be given. The experiment was made
about the 2Cth of April at about 11 a. m.
Early in tbe following morning, about 5
a. m., smoke appeared issuing from the
cabin. The commander was immediately
informed by an officer, who through a
small hole in the door saw the mat
smoking. Without opening the door, he
dispatched a messenger to the members
of the commission, but, as the smoke be
came stronger and fire began to appear,
it became necessary to break tbe seals
and open the door. No sooner was the
air admitted than the mat began to burn
with greater force, and presently burst
into a flame. Mr. Georgi, of the Im
perial Academy of Sciences, was ap
pointed to make further experiments, the
result of whioh confirmed the suspicion
of 'spontaneous combustion in the Rus
sian official mind in a remarkable de
gree. Chambers' Journal.
Ojsters In the War Times.
"I remember very well." said Geheral
Pleaaanton the other night, after glanc
ing over the latest volume of the Comte
de Paris history of the late rebellion,'
"when the Comte de Paris, his uncle,
tbe Prince de Joinville, and his cousin.
came to see me on York, river, down on
the Peninsula. I was in command of
the old Becond dragoons, now the second
calvary, and we were awaiting orders for
more than a month or more. In the
meantime knowing the lusciousness of
the world famous York rivers, I had
taught mv men to dig np the oysters and
roast them on the bank of the river. We
had pepper and salt and the other accom
paniments, and we fared sumptuously
every day. When the Prince de Join
ville and his party joined us we feasted
them on our delicious oysters, fresh from
the river and hot from the fire. 'Where
did you get these?" asked the Prinoo
gulping them down with zest; 'from
New York?' -'No,' I said; 'from the York
river, right at your feet.' And then I
told him what accomplished oystercatch-
ers the second dragoons were. 'Weil,
said the prince, swallowing another, hot
and juicy, 'if I were to tell that story in
Paris they would say that is an American
lie dragoons don't catch oysters in war
times.' "
Heb Conduct Explained. .The con
duct of Lillian Russell will not be so
much wondered at when the following
extract from an interview with her
mother is read: "My children are all
bright," continued Mrs. Leonard, "ex
ceedingly self-helpful and self-reliant.
They can all do for themselves. I have
had eight children in all, five daughters
surviving; three of them have been mar
ried and all are separated from their
hnsbands. This, inoluding my own case
does not argue stroDgly in favor of the
institution of marriage, which you know
I condemn. About that my principles
are well known. I believe in propaga
tion on purely soientifio principles, and
marriage in my family has certainly not
been a very suoceasf ai institution."
FASIII0X NOTES.
Paniers are on the increas.
White dresses of all kinds are worn.
t Silk gloves oome even in the rai.Uait
sizes for the little ones. , -
The smaller the buttons on children's
dresses the more fashionable.
The Japanese fete in Paris has g iven
an impetus in the direction of Jap aese
costume.
In Paris the tournonre is growing into
crinoline, aud often hoop are worn
under short skirts.
. A bow of ribbon Ju many loops t v 'ora
on the left shoulder of. evening dresses
by young ladies.
Back drapery must be ample, whether
it descends below tbe large pouf or falls
straight to the bottom of the skirt.
The Louis XV. costume and every
thing whioh pertains to the Pompadour
period is more than ever in vogue.
Tan, stone-oolor and black are the
popular colors for the Jersey silk gloves,
worn with summer dreaaet in the street.
Basques of black cheniMe gauze, lined
with colored silk, are new for wearing
with skirts of Spanish lace or velvet
grenadine.
Waistcoats are again in favor; they are
made just like a man's, and over the a is
worn a little cutawsy jacket . with loose
fronts.
Bonnets are fashionable trimmed with
tbo linen oauvas ribbon, with a gilt oord
on each edge. It combines well with
dark velvet ribbons.
The standing .English collars with
turned over points in front have never
gone entirely out of use, and are very
generally worn since tbe warm weather
set in.
The basket bonnets now represent
great rushes braided together, and on of
the caprices is to trim these with the
bunches of wheat or . straw, some of
whioh is ripe and the remainder partly
green.
The immense favor of tan, chevxotte
and doeBkin gloves has probably given
the idea for the new long glove box in
tan Swodish kid, neatJy finished by
gimp and tied over with cord and tamels
in keeping.
Lisse plaiting are now very foil in
cluster plaits made of box plait five or
six folds deep, and falling outward; a
hem or point d 'esprit lace is the prUty
finish to these.
Tourterelle isjthe gray shade new so
fashionable in Tar is both for day and
evening toilets. By gaslight it is x sd
in tulle with soarlet roses for. trimnang
and by daylight it ii the .chosen tint
of-ireifiog, cashmere 'and' ScflIune
dresses.
Bulgarian linen scarf, with gay Turk
ish embroidery in each end are pressed
into the milliner's ttervioe, and are mode
to form entire hats, or else merely trim
the rongh straw rpmd hats, and to
adorn the smallest capote.
Embroidered laces are one of the most
striking features in imported costucies.
A beautiful robe of white satin-finished
grosgrain is completely covered by a
square-meshed net, on whioh bill lilies
and liliesof the valley are wrought with
heavy silk floss.
Hair dressing is becoming more
elaborate. The fashion of arranging the
hair quite on tha tap of the head is gain
ing favor, and the front is parted on the
left side. Twists, coils, loops and braids
are gathered up on the crown of the
head, and fastened there with long
shell pins or jeweled oombs.
New yachting costumes are of dark
green flannel, with ecru kid for the vest
and collar. Terra ootta serge dreiaes
have a white sailor collar, with gilt
anohors, and navy blre serge daess Live
many rows of white braid, with white
anohors on the collar, which is deep
enongh to serve as a cape.
A coarse woolen material like that
used for horse covers is preferred in
Paris for traveling dresses. The make
is simple in tbe extreme, consisting cf a
plain skirt without flounce or kilt, and
the tunic is gathered into a few natural
folds, but without trimming of any
kind. The only ornaments allowed are
bands of velvet around the skirt.'
Long Spanish lace scarfs with fine
silk meshes and hand run figures both
in black and white are frequently seen
drawn down the front of the basque,
then oarried off on each side to form
paniers, and finished off with loops and
ends behind. This is a pretty way of
utilizing the scarfs that are not now
fashionably worn around the neck.
A cool and charming dress for morn
ing in the country is of pale gray nun's
veiling, with the skirt in five lengthwise
plaitings from belt to foot in front, but
only half that depth behind. The grace
fully festooned polonaise is caught up
very short on the front and hips by bows
of narrow gray and garnet Ottoman rib
bon, and bows to match are on the tour-
nuret
Blocks, tabs, Vandykes and crenelated
edges of every description are universal
as dress trimmings. They appear upon
flounces, overdresses, polonaises, cor
sages, pelerines and sleeves. Those
most effective have a thiokly plaited
frilling of lace or silk, set underneath
the blocks or points, to set out the tabs
and define the edges more closely.
The gayety of striped and checked
flannels for tennis wear is now very
striking; some ardent players will wear
them entirely, and others will merely
utilize them as scarfs and handkerchief
knots to costumes of the new oatmeal
cloths, and a fresh manufacture known
as the Russian fibre brocade, which is,
in reality, white Turkish toweling, with
its looped meshes arranged in floral de
signs, leaving the foundation bare.
Waists are' to be in the style of the
first empire. The long points will be
given up and the basques cut very short,
falling but a little below the waist and
leaving the puffed part of the tutique
perfectly free. Some fashionable womeu
with elegant figures have even ventured
to adopt the high "Crispin" belt. There
is but one step from this to the short
Mm. Reoamier waist. As this style is
in many oases not becoming, it is be it to
observe a happy medium betwesn the
present and future fashions.
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