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, ,.-. f . - . " . "i " i ,'. THE COLUMBIAN. THE COLUMBIAN, PUBLISHED EYERY FRIDAY AT ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA CO., OR., BT E. G. ADAMS, Editor and Proprietor. PUBLISHED EVERY FRIDAY AT ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA CO., OH, BY . E. G. ADAMS, Editor and Proprietor. Scbscbiptiou Bates: Advehtj3ixo Bates: One year. In advance.. rix month. - .... Three months, ' VOL. IV. ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON: NOVEMBER 30, 1SS3. NO. 17. One iqnare (10 lines) first Insertion .... M 00 r.tcn suoatqueni '"a'-T'"T , . l u COLUMBIAN -J 11 II II vl THK MOITO OF A WED&INQ KINO. " A lover gare the go.ilvn ring lulu tue guldami'li's hand. ''Give tut-." he Mid. a umler thought WUhiu tbia sjotdeu band." The goldsmith grarod. With careful rt, ' "llil LVatn ua ran." The wedding bells raiR clearly oat. The husband ld ' Uh, wife, loxether we shall thare the grief. The happiness of life, J give to thee My baud, niy heart, Till beath u part." Twaa ahe that lifted now thla hand (U love that this should b ! Taen on it placed the goldeu baud. And whispered euderly: "iiil Death ua jotu, Lo, thou art mine. And 1 amthlue." "And when Death join, we never more Shall kuow an acntiig heart: The bridal of that better love iieath has no power to part. That troth will be Kor thee aud me. Eternity." Ho up the bill and down the bill 1 bruugh fifty changing year They shared each olhwr's Uavplna. 'I hey dried earn other's tears. AlaM Alat.1 1 hat Death's cold dart fcucti love can pari! But oue sad day she stood alone Htfcide his narrow bud ; bbe drew the ring from off her hand. And to the Koldsmiiu sxid: "Ub. ui an . who graved With cat etui art. Till laui us parll" "Now grave four other words for nit; Mill iitraih us Joiu.' " He took The prei'ioua KOiUeu baud once more, With toleinu, wi&itul look. Aud wrought with care. For love, not coin. "Till Death us join." MY ISHEBITAJiCE. When my worthy uncle, Christian Haas, Burgomaster of JLttuterbach, died, I was already chapel-master to the grand Duke Yeri-Peter, and I had fifteen hun dred florins fixed, which did not prevent xue, as the saying is, from pulling the devil by the tail. "Uncle ChristiaD, who knew my position very well, had Deverseot me a krentzer, so I conld not help shedding some tears when I heard of his post-humous gener osity. I inherited from him, helas! two hundred and lifty acres of good land, vineyards, orchards,"" a corner of forest, and his big house in Lauterbach. "Dear uncle," I exclaimed with enio tjon, "now I see the full depth of your wisdom, and I glorify you for having tightened your purse-strings. The money you would have sent me where would it be? It would be in the hands of the Philistines and Moabites. Little Kate Fresserine alone could give news of it, while, as it is, you have saved it all." After expressing these well felt senti ments, and many others not less touch ing, I started on horseback for Lauter bach. Strange thing!. The demon of avarice with whom I hail never had the least ac quaintance, then well nigh rendered himself master of my soul. "Kasper," he whispered in my ear, "here you are, rich. Until now you have been pursu ing vain fantasms Love, Pleasure, Art. All is smoke. One must be very silly to care for glory. There is nothing solid except land, houses, dollars loaned on first mortgage. Give up your illusions, dig your trenches further, enlarge your fields, amass your dollars and you will be honored, respected. You will become burgomaster, like your uncle, and the peasant, in seeing you pass, will take his hat a mile off, saying, 'There goes Mr. Rasper Haas, a rich man, the biggest herr in the country!' " These ideas were coming and going through my head like personages'" in magic lantern, ana X lound tney Lad a crave, reasonable air, which was se ductive. This was in the middle of July; the lark was singing its endless arietta, the harvest was waving on the plain, the wirm breeze was bringing m the volupt l ous . dry of the quail and partridge through tho wheat, the foliage was shining in the nn, the Lauter was mur muring in the bhade of the great worm eaten willows, and I saw, I heard noth ing of all that; I wanted to be burgo master, I was rounding out my stomach, inflating mv cheeks and murmuring to mvself: "Here is Mr. Kasper Haas pass ing; the rich man; the biggest herr in the country! Hue! Uletz! Hue! And my little mare was galloping. I was curious to try the three-cornered -hat and big scarlet waiBtooat of Master Christian. "H they fit me," said I to myself, "why should I buy any?" Toward four o'clock in the afternoon the little village of Lauterbach was dis enable at the bottom of the valley, and it was not without emotion that my eyes rested on the large, fine house of Chris tian Haas, my heme, the center of my future activity and my property. I was admiring its picturesque location on the main, dusty road, the immense roof of greyish shingles, the sheds covering the wagons, the plows, and the harvests; behind tho poultry yard, then the gar den, the orchard, the vines half way up the hill; the prairies in thd distance. I trembled with joy at this spectacle. And as I was, going down the main street in the village, men, women and children were saluting me. "Bonjour, Monsieur Kasper. Bon jour, Monsieur Haas." And all the small windows were lined with wondering faces. I am at home al ready. It seems as if I had always been the proprietor, one of the notables of Lauterbach. My life as chapel master is only a dream, my enthusiasm for music only a youthful folly. How money does modify a man's ideas 1 However, I halt at the notary's door. He holds the titles to my property and is to hand them over to me. I "tie my horse at the post, 1 jump on tho porch, and the old scribe, his bald head un covered, his lank limbs wrapped in a dressing gown of green stuff, with big flowers and vines all over it, advances to receive me. "Monsieur Kasper Haas, I have the honor to salute you." "Your servant. Monsieur Becker." "Have the goodness to come in, Mons. Haas." "After you, Mons. Becker, after you." We crossed the vestibule, and I per ceived at the end of a neat, airy little room, a table appelizi'ngly set, and near the table a fresh-looking, graceful, rosy cheeked girl. "Monsieur Kasper HaasrMsaid the ven trable tabellion. I bowed. "My daughter Lothe," added thegocd man. And while I felt my old artistic taste revive, admired the little pink nose, the rosy lips, the big blue eyes of Madamoi selle Lothe, her light form, her dimpled hands, Master Becker invited me to a seat at the table, saying that my arrival had been anticipated, and thrvt before plunging into serious matters it would be well to take some refreshments and a glass of Bordeaux, etc., all of which I appreciated and gladly accepted. We seated ourselves. . We ohatted on the beauties of nature. I mentally re flected on the old papa, what a notary might earn in Lauterbach. "MademoiBellu, may I serve you a wing of this chicken?" "You are very kind, monsieur, if you please." Lothe cast her eyes down. I filled her glass. She touched it with her rosy lips. The papa was joyous. He talked of hunt ing, fishing "Of course, Monsieur Haas, you will adopt the customs of the country. We have plenty of game, and the streams are full of trout. You might purchase the right to hunt from the administrator of the forests. Evenings can be passed very pleasantly at the brewery. The forest and water inspector is a charming young man. The justice of the peace is a superior whist player." I listened, and thought that such a calm, peaceful life must be delightful. Mademoiselle Lothe looked very nice. She did not talk much, but her smile was so kind and artless that I thought she must surely be gentle and affection ate. Finally the coffee was served; the kirsch-wasser. Miss Lothe withdraws and the old soribe passes insensibly from trifles to serious affairs. He talked of my uncle's estates, and I gave an atten tive ear. No testament, no bequest, no mortgages; all is clear, straight and in order. "Lucky Kasper!" said I to myself, "happy Kasper!" Then we stepped in tue notary's office to examine the titles. The close air, the desks and pigeon holes soon dissipated all fantasies of love. I seated myself in an armchair and Mons. Becker pensively adjusted his spectacles. "Here is the title to your meadows of Eichnalt. You have there, Monsieur Haas, a hundred acres of land the finest and best irrigated in the district that is a revenue of four thousand francs. This is the title to your vineyard in Sonne thai thirty-five acres of vines. You can make two hundred hectolitres of wine every year. This, Monsieur Haas, is the title to forest land m Momelstein ; this represents your property in Haeniatt; this your pasture land in Thiefenthal. Here are your deeds to the Orunerwald farm, and here is the one to your house in Lauterbach. This house, the largest in the village, dates from the XVI. oen tury." "The devil!" Master Becker, that proves nothing in its favor." "On the contrary, John Burehart, Count of Barth, had established his hunt ing residence there. It is true that a great many generations have succeeded each other since, but necessary repairs have not been neglected, and it is now in a perfect state of preservation." I thanked Mons. Becker for his ex planations, and, having placed my pa pers in a voluminous portfolio which the notary lent me, I took leave of him, more convinced than ever of my own im portance. I reached my house, put the key in the lock, and, striking the sill with my foot, I exclaimed with enthusi asm, "This is mine!" I went through the rooms, opened the olotheB-presses, and seeing tho linen piled up to tue ceiling, I repeated, "This is mine." I ascended to the second story, still repeating like a lunatic, "This is mine! This is mine! Yes, yes, I am a proprietor." All my anxiety for the future had vanished; ail my appre hensions for the morrow were dissipated. I should no longer figure in the world by my feeble conventional merit, by a caprice of fashion; but by the real, ef fective possession of wealth, which all the world covets. O, poets! O, artists! What are you in comparison to that big proprietor who possesses all, aud whose crumbs nourish your inspiration? .You are only the or nament of his banquet, the pastime of his idle hour, the bird warbling in his bushes, the statue which decorates his garden. You exist only by him and for him. Why should he envy you the smoke of pride, of vanity; be who pos sesses the only realities of this world. At that moment, if the poor Chapel-master Haas had appeared to me, I should have glanced at him over my shoulder. I should have asked myself, "Who is that lunatic? What has hu in common with me?" I opened the window. It was Dearly night. The setting sun was gilding my orchard and vines. At the top of the hill a few white stones indicated the cemetery. I turned round. A vast got u 10 room ornamented with massive mouldings, met my eyes. lwas in the hunting pavilion of Seigneur Bnckhart. A spinet occupied the spacebetween two windows. I abstractedly xan my finger over it. The relaxed keys ran into each other and gave forth a strange nasal sound, in ironical imitation of some old, toothless woman, humming a youth ful air. At the end of the lofty room was an alcove with red curtains and a canopied bed. This sight reminded me that I had traveled six hours on horseback, and undressing, with a smile of satisfaction, I said to myself, "To thirk that this is the first time that I sleep in my own bed." Not a leaf stirred, all was silent, and I was soon in a voluptuous sleep. The moon was shining in all its splen dor when I awoke without any apparent cause. Waves of summer perfume reaobed me; the air was laden with the odor of new mown hay. I looked in sur prise, then tried to rise to close the win dow; when, inconceivable thing, my head was perfectly free, while my body was in a leaden sleep. Not a muscle an swered my efforts to rise. My arms were absolutely inert, my legs stretched im mobile. I moved my head from side to side. The deep respiration from my fell back on the pillow exhausted. "Are my limbs paralyzed?" I tsked with horror. I closed my eyes; with terror I reflected on this singular phe nomenon; my ears followed the anxious pulsations of my heart. "How how," I continued, after a moment, "my body, my own body, refuses to obey me. Kas per Haas, the master of so many Vine yards and rich pastures, can't even move fhat inferable clod of earth, which ii certainly his own. Oh God! what does that mean?" And as I was thus reflecting a feeble noise attracted my attention; the door of my alcove opened.' A man a man Pressed in some stiff stuff, like (hat I te monks of the t. Uualher Uhapel, l IV'nyence, with a broad gray .-felt turned up at the side with a falcon wing,, a pair of gloves which reached to the el bows, had just come in the room. His boots reached to his knees; a heavy gold chain loaded with decorations fell over his breast. His brown, bony face and hollow eyes had a poirnant expression of sadness aud horrible greenish tints. He crossed the hall with measured steps,like the tic-tuoof a clock, and his hand on an immense rapier, striking the floor with his heel. He exclaimed, "This belongs to me to me Hans Burckart, Count of Barth." One would have thought it was some old rusty machine, grinding out cabalis tic words. I felt my flesh creep. Bot at the same moment the door in front opened, and the Count of Bartu disappeared in the adjoining room, where heard his automatic steps descending stairs which seemed without' end; tbe sound of his steps grew feebler as if he had finally gone into the bowels of the earth. And while I still listened and heard nothing more a numerous com pany took po: session of the room; the spinet resounded; they sang, sang of love, pleasure, wine. I looked and saw in the moonlight young women leaning negligently toward the spinet, cavaliers as they were dressed in olden times, in numberless gew gaws, fabulous laces, seated on tabourets, their legs crossed, inclining, shaking their heads, waddling, playing the beaux, and all bo coqnettiahly, that ore might have imagined au animated engraving of the graceful school of Lorraine in the six teenth century, And the small, stiff fingers of a re spectable dowager with a parrot nose were thumping the keys of the spinet ; and the shrill discordant peals of laugh ter on all sides were enough to make one's hair stand on end. All this world of folly, of quintes cenced savor-vivre and superannuated elegance exhaled there its lavender and rose water turned to vinegar. I made snpei human efforts to cast off this night mare. All in vain! At the same moment one of the young elegantes exclaimed: "Gentlemen, you are at home here. This domain " She did not have time to finish. A silence of death followed those words. I looked the phantasmagoria had disap peared. Then the sound of a hunting horn reached my ears; horees were paw ing the ground; dogs were barking; and the placid moon was still looking into my alcove. The door opened, as if by a gnat of wind, and fifty hunters, followed by yonng ladies two centuries old, with long trailing robes, filed majestically through one room to another. Four vil lains passed also, carrying on their shoulders a litter with oak leaves on which was an enormous and bloody wild boar. I heard the flourish of trumpets increasing outside, then die out like a sigh in the forest then nothing. And as I was reflecting on this strange vision, looking accidentally in the silent shadow, I sa w with Btupor that.the scene was oc cupied by one of those old Protestant families of formeryears calm, dignified, solemn in their manners. There were the white-headed patriarch reading the Bible; the old mother, tall and pale, spinning the flax for the household; then the dreamy-eyed children with el bows on the table, in perfect silence; the old shopherd's dog, attentive to the lec ture, tbe old clock in its walnut case, counting the seconds; aud further in the shadow the outline of some young girls, the brown faces of some lads clad in black felts and drugget era's, discussing the story of Jacob and Rachel, by way of making love. And this honest family seemed convinced of the truth of the gos pel; the old man in his broken voice was pursuing the edifying story with emotion. "This is your promised land; the land of Abraham, 'of Isaac and of Jacob.whtch I destined for you from the beginning of centuries, in order that you may multi ply and increase, like the stars of heaven. And none can take it from you, for you are my beloved people, in whom I have placed all my confidence." The moon, clouded for a moment, was then shining clear; hearing nothing more, I turned my head. It's cold, calm rays were lighting up the empty loom; not a form, not a shade; the light was flooding the carpet, aud in the distance the foliage of the trees was sketched jon the hill as a background. Suddenly, the high walls became lined with books; the antiquated spinet gave place to the desk of some savant, whose ample wig appeared on the back of an arm-chair in red leather. I heard tbe goose-quill running over the paper. Tbe man, lost in the depth of his thoughts, did not stir. This silence oppressed me. You may judge of my stupor when, turning round, this master of erudition faced me, and I recognized in him the portrait of the juris consult Gregorius, consigned under the No. 253 to tho gal lery of HesBO-Darmstadt. Great God? How had that personage got out of its frame? That was the question I was asking myself, when he exclaimed in a hollow voice: "Dominum, et jure Quirito est jus un tends et abutendi quatenus naturalis ratio patitur." As this formula was escaping from his lips his face turned pale and paler. At the last word it was no longer in exist ence! What more shall I tell you? During the hours following I saw twenty more generations succeed each other in the antique castle of Hans Bnickartr Chris tians and Jews, roblefl and plebians, ig norant and learned men and all pro claimed the legitimate property, all be lieved themselves the sovereign and real body frightened me, and my Jiead master of the barrack. Alas! A breath of death cast them out of doors. I had finished by becoming accustomed to this weird 'phantasmagoria. Every time one of the worthies cried, "This is mine," I laughed and murmured, "Wait a minute, comrade, wait a minute, and you will vanisli like the rest." At last I was wearied, when far, far off, the cock crowed; that announced. the day; his piercing veice began to awaken the sleepy inhabitants. The leaves commenced to stir, a chill ran all over me; 1 felt my limbs loosen ing themselves, and raising myself on my elbow, my eyes wandered with rapt ure over the siju ; country. But what I saw was scarce calculated to elateme. In fact, all ti e phantasms that I had seen during the night were ascending in a procession the little path which led to the cemetery, and that silent march in the dim twilight was something fright ful. And as I remained there, more dead than alive, with gaping mouth and fore' head bathed in cold perspiration, the head of the cortege 6ecmed to melt in the old weeping willows. There were only a few spectres left, and I was beginuing to breathe, when my Uncle Christian, who was the last, seemed to turn around- under the old mossy gate and signal to me to come. A distant, ironical voice was calling to me: "Kaiiflr! hnqnpr nnniA lliio Inrwl ia ours!" Then all vanished. A crimson band in the horizon announced the dawn of day Is is needless to say that I did not avail myself of the invitation of Master Chris tian Haas. borne other personage will have to make me repeated signals to come, to force me to take that road. However, I mast aumn that the remembrance. oi my sojourn in the castle of Burckart singu larly modified the good opinion that I had conceived of my new importance; for the visions of that strange night seemed to signify that if lands, orchards. meadows do not pass away, proprietors do! which is enough to make one's hair stand on end, when one reflects seriously. And so, far from falling asleep in the de lights of Capua, I went back to music, and propose to put on the boards of the great theater of Berlin au opera of which the world shall hear. Decidedly, glory, which positive peo pie call chimeras, is still the most solid of all property.. It does not end with life. On the- contrary, death confirms it, and gives it a new luster. Supposing, for instance, that Homer Bhould return to this world; no one, cer tainly, would dispute him the merit of having made the Iliad, and we Bhould all endeavor to. do, that great man the honors due him. But, if by accident, the richest proprietor of those daj s was to come and claim the fields, the forests, the pasture lands which once were bis pride, it is ten to one that he would be received like a thief and would misera bly perish under the stick. SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. A specimen of vegetable wool is on ex hibition -t Amsterdam. It comes from Java. Wheu it is freed from its leathery covering and tho seeds, through a very simple process, it is worth between six teen and seventeen cents per pound. To cut the neck oil a bottle, bend a quarter-inch irou rod so that it will half encircle the bottle. Heat it to a low red beat, place the bottle in the bend upon the line of separation, and turu the bottle back and forth through the part of a rev olution in contact with the hot rod. When the bottle begins to ci ask, turn it slowly around until tho top is completely cracked off. It has long been supposed that tame monkeys die chiefly from consumption, but a careful inquiry by the London Pathological society shows that such is not the case. Out of fifty-three deaths in the collection of the Zoological society, on y three were ascribed to that disease. Bronchitis is very fatal, and caused the death of twenty-two monkeys during tho sixteen months of the investigation. A Yokohoma paper states that John Milne, whose researches on earthquakes, as explained by him to the British asso ciation at Southampton, have excited great interest in scientific circles, and who has since returned to his duties in Japan, has applied to the Japanese au thorities to establish an observatory, in order that he may be able to thoroughly investigate underground phenomena. He has sent the authorities a long treatise upon the earthquakes of Japan. Paper gas pipes are made by passing an endless strip of hemp paper, the width of which equals the length of tho tube, through a bath of melted asphalt, and then rolling it tightly and smoothly on a core to give the required diameter. When the number of layers thus rolled is sufficient to afford the desired thick ness, the tube i strongly eompressed, the outside sprinkled with fine sand and the whole cooled in water. When cold the core is drawn out and the inside served with a water-proofing composi tion. In addition to being absolutely tight and smooth, and much cheaper than iron, these pipes have great strength; for when the sides are scarcely three fifths of an inch thick they will with stand a pressure of more than fifteen atmospheres. If buried underground they will not be broken by settlement, nor when violently shaken or jarred. The material being a bad conductor of heat, the pipes do not readily freeze. A Steward on Sa Sickness. "You mubt see some very amusing cases of sea sickness?" said a Sun re porter to an ocean steamship steward. "They are seldom amusing to me," said the steward, solemnly, "because they always recall my own experience. ' Most cases are pathetic, though I smile sometimes when the braggart keels over. On every trip we have at least one man who boasts of his ability to withstand sea sickness. He always says that the trouble is as largely mental as physical, and that a man of invincible determina tion can ward it off by an effort of will. The fall of this man to a condition of pitiable wretchedness has its humorous features for us not for the man." "Are women more subject to sea sick ness than men?" "Yes, but, on the other hand, they stand it better. A woman struggles right up to the point of despair against the what I might call the impropriety of the thing. She isn't so much tortusd by the pangs as she is worried by the prospect of becoming disheveled, haggard and draggled. She lights against it to the last, and keeps up ap pearances as long rs she can hold up her head. Then she becomes maud lin and pathetic. She takes to her room and invariably asks three questions First, whether people die frequently of sea sicsness, men now many nines we are from shore, and lastly, whjen we will get there. She often also asks'mo how deep the water is, and if I think it possi ble for any one to go seven days without rood. The doctor is always talked over. I am asked time and again if I think he is. capable aud efficient, and if I have confidence in him. When the patient gets so ill that she loses interest in. the doctor, she usually lies on her side and cries by the hour. Ajucaily the more violeut attacks last only a Bhorttime. "How is it with men?" "Oh, men give in at once. .They bel low like bulls and make a great rumpus until they are compelled to take to their berths. Then they grumble and swear until they are well enough to go on deck again. A great many passengers come aboard loaded with medicines and I unliams schemes for the prevention of sea sick ness. I never knew a preventive yet.ex- cept the one I mentioned whenwe first began to talk. HejlaudV Will. Sometimes the seemingly dry and mo notonous proceedings of probate courts furnish clues to stories of curious inter est, surpassing in strangeness the bold est creation of fiction. Such a remark able tale may be told in relation to the Heyland estate, which is in course of settlement in the superior court of Sut ter county. The testator, Heyland, came to California about thirty years ago, leaving a wife and two children in Cana da. He settled in Sutter county, and up to the time of his death, which occur red a year or more ago, he was engaged in farming. 11 is win disposed of an es tate oi about $ou,uuu, all of which was left to his wife and children. But they were not to come into possession of the heritage until five years from the testa tor's death, and in the meantime all the iucome from tho estate was ordered to be paid over to other relatives, sister3 of tue testator. Tui3 was certainly a curious will. Bat a much stranger thing is the fact that in his long absence of thirty years from home Heylan J never wrote to iiis wiie or ms cniuiren, ana they receiving no tidings of him, had supposed him to be dead, j lhey were left in poor circumstances, and in the course of her long struggle with poverty tho wife died. One of the two children also died, and the other, now the sole heir, is married and has children of her owu. ller name is Airs. M. A. v rigut, and she recently came here from Canada to look after the estate of which she is the residuary legatee. But for an acci dental circumstance she would be unable to get any income from tho estate until the expiration of the five years as pro vided in the will. The will provided that all the "personal property" of the estate should be sold, and the proceeds invested in government bonds, tho inter est on which should be paid for live years to the sisters of the testator. But when he died there was a i deposit of about $1300 to his credit in a local bank. and as this was not in the nature of "personal property to be sold," and as no provision in relation to money had been made in the will the court, in its discre tion, ordered the sum to be paid to Mrs. Wright. This brief sketch of this most curious case furnishes no explanation of the motives that induced Heyland to lend a lonely life in California, while his wife and children, believing him to be dead, were struggling for existence in the laud where he had left them. Had his will left them nothing his mysterious conduct might be more easily explicable. No one knows the secret of his remarkable conduct. If there were any secret by which it could be explaiued, that secret went with him to his grave. sMarvsville Appeal. i Affrighted Boasts. No one as yet has ever seen such a sight ae a zoological collection burnt not.at any rate, since the Roman amph i theater, with its reserves of ferocious beasts, was destroyed by fire; and the be havior of the various animals under such an experience of hideous novelty must, therefore, be certainly conjectural. When Woombwell's once caught fire, the monk eys, getting loose, proceeded to plunder the gingerbread stall within the tent, and regardless of the flames which, by the way, roasted only a cockatoo stuffed their cheek pouches so full of the seduc tive confection that the v. were seen going about on three arms aud holding the con tents of their mouths in with the fourth. When Barn urn's or what is still called by that dollar-alluring name was in flames at Chicago, Jumbo, the illustri ous, carried his own bulky person safely beyond the reach of the conflagration, and thence surveyed its progress with the utmost serenity. But there is a vast gulf between the volatile ape and the de liberate behemoth, and from the diversity of character which distin guishes the intermediate species of animals, it is possible that tbe study of them under circumstances of such exceptional dismay would result m some curions observations, j It is diffi cult to believe that the phlegmatic, philosophical bear would comport him self in the same manner as the frivolous baboon, or that no difference would be apparent between the demeanors of the supercillious, lazy camel and the lively, excitable kangaroo. That serpents would display any of their proverbial indiffer ence to the excessive heat is as unlikely as that the salamander would sustain the reputation of his traditions. The smaller creatures would doubtless abandon them selves to cremation without further op position, but it is hardly credible that the more powerful or sagacious would not make some effort at self-preservation. Even in the Zoological gardens, hopeless of conflict with the bars as they must have become long ago, the lions will sometimes excite themselves and their neighbors into paroxysms of activity at some sight or sound that stirs the old forest blood in their veins, and makes them forget for the instant the bonds th&t are on them. Under such a sudden and startling revelation as their cages surrounded by flames, it is easy to understand that the characters of the different animals would be vividly dis- piayeu. xvery type oi pease wool J im mediately display itself, and in tbe com bined tumult of voices comparable only to the midnight sound of the "Libyan wilderness with all its lions up" would be heard every gradation of passion from ' .the furious protest of the strong to the pathetic entreaty of the weak. Nor, as having some of the gro tesque in it, would the result be unin teresting if the proprietor, to save his animals or spare their torture, were to do what air. Woombweil s predecessor said he would do if a fire, broke out. and let caged things loose to run for their livei. Now and again it has hapjiened that the residents of peaceful neighborhoods have been perplexed, or even alarmed, by the apparition of a beast of prev. African or Asiatic, quietly prowling along a public thoroughfare like a tour ist from foreign parts, or concealed in a private garden, like some burglar dis turbed m his vocation. What, however. is such an individual visitation compared with the possibilities of a whole menasr- fexie turned out upon such a populous city as Manchester rhinoceroses in the churches, bears in the town hall, alliga tors in the railway waiting rooms? So that whether we consider the escape of the Baldw in menagerie from fire, or the alternative of their escape from their; cages, the result still remains one for congratulation; and even at the price of losing -the transparency of the gallant admiral, Manchester may be considered very fortunate in the preservation of its popular gardens, and the security of its birds and beasts. .London Telegraph. How Medicine la Taken. It is to be feared that to most people medicine is not an erudite science or a learned art, but is little more than die commonplace administration of physic. They cannot understand medicine with out drugs, and its virtues and powers are popularly measured by 'the violence of of its operations. Its very name is in ordinary parlance synonymous with puysic. xake from it its puis and po tions, and for them you take away its whole art and nijstery. They do not be lieve in a scheme of treatment, however deep laid and skillful, which does not include a certain statutory dosage. So that, as a rule, medical men are praoti cally compelled to give their patients a visible object of faith in some form of physic, which may be at most designed to effect some very subordinate purpose. And it is remarkable how strongly, even among the educated classes, this feeling prevails. Cures by the administration of mixtures and boluses isso fixed and ancient a tradition that it i? only very slowly that the world will give it up. The anxiety of the friends of the patient wants to do more than follow the simple directions of "nursing" which have been so carefully indicated aud possess appar ently so little remedial power. There is nothing of the unknown about them in which the fluttering hope of great advan tage can nestle. Thus it is necessary to educate the world into a belief in medi cine apart from drugs, which finds its power of curing in adaptation of the com mon conditions of life and applications of physiological facts a medicine which takes into his hands the whole life, and orders and fashions its every detail with scientific definiteness. It is found in everyday practice that this pop alar mis understanding of the modern spirit of medicine constantly checks the little tentative advances of a more scientific treatment, and it is necessary that it should bo generally understood how powerfully the various processes of the economy may be affected by the manip ulation of the common life. British Quarterly Review. ' Apples in Mythology. Probably because the apple is such beautiful fruit, and so common, it hold a great placo in European tradition. Ap ples are to our legendary lore what peaches are to the Chinese. The fruit is as old as Homer, and in the fairy gar dens of Phieacia he tells us that "apple grew ripe on apple, and pear on pear," through all the circuit of the year. Laer tes, the old, was tending his garden when OdysseuBmethim and reminding him of the little boy that had begged for so many apple trees, "all for his own," and who had now returned, a man tried in war and on the deep. It was an 'ap ple, the apple of discord, that caused all the Trojan woes, aud but for this golden fruit, Troy might still be a flourishing rival of Copstantinople. Indeed, the whole eastern question would have taken a different complexion, for the strifo between As and Europe notori ously began with '.at apple of discord. For an apple Atalanta lost her maiden ..ood, aud Eve, paradise. They show dif ferent forbidden fruits in different coun tries; one especially, a monstrous yellow thing, about as tempting as a turnip. But in northern Europe at least we have al ways been sure that for no fruit but an apple would Eve have listened to the serpent. The heathen Scandina vians, indeed, made apples the very fruit of life and immortality. They were in the keeping of Iduna, wife of Bragi, and the gods of Asgard tasted them, as Horus (according to Diodorua) ate of the death destroying drug of Ieis. Then when they had tasted of the ap ples, tho gods grew young again and for got death. ButThiasse, tho giant, by the aid of Loki, seized Iduna and tbe apples of immortality and the gods grew old and gray and wrinkled (as in Gior- dino Bruno's satire) , and the spring died out of the year. But Loki was made to restore the apples incorruptible, and spring came back, and the gods were young as ever they were on Asgard. London Daily News. Three years ago twenty rich men of Dayton, Ohio, iuvested largely at Fargo. The boom set in and they bought more and held for a rise. One year ago these investments were valued at several mil- I lions and will now be sold at a loss. Such is the far western boom. all soars. Over the ocean The sky. A bright beginning Sunrise. Always too bad A pair of knaves. Popular D. D.'s Dollars and dimes. A cut and-dried affair Jerked beef. The bone of conteution The jw- boue. - A garden "waul" A cat on the fence. Goes without saying The deaf and dumb alphabet. A cutaway jacket is the proper cos tume for an elopement. A stump speech "Give ns tbe butt of your cigar, mister." PoliticiansaTO up the ladder of fame by the rounds of drinks. "Failure in the yarn trade" Writing some unsuccessful novels. A financial failure Trying to pass a . three-cent piece for a dime. What barbers uever hesitate to give their patrons The cut direct. A fellow played all night without turn ing a trump. He was playing a cornet. Why is tho potato the most susceptible of vegetables? It is oftenest "mashed." Young Fastboy says the first girl he ever waltzed with was all the whirled to him. A Sunday school boy told his teacher that the world, being round, could hare no end. - An American coin was ohauged when George Silver was married, to Catherine Penney. In some cases when a judge lays down the law he takes up his own opinion ia place of it. No one can see into the future any more than he can see into the bank account of an editor. "Smith can't stand a joke," said Perry ; "I hit him on the head with a briok, and he got mad. A Spartan was asked how he attained, such great ago. "I was not acquainted with any doctor," he replied. There is a man in Pittsburg so fond of "flash" literature that he won't read any thing but a powder magazine. '.'Life is short," moralizes the poet. We can sympathize with Life. We're short, too, says a contemporary. DeCamp is the name of the cashier of -a national bank. Tbe name is very sug gestive. He should be watched. The oyster houses have an opening every day, but somehow the fashion re porters never seem to notice them. In RomeAugustus tomb is the site of - a variety theater, and Uaesar a death place is occupied by a grooery store. General Sherman-has always been so fond of kissing the girls that some one has suggested be drop the r in his name. A Frenchman is teaching a donkey to talk. What we want in this country is a man who will teach donkeys not to talk. It is tbe general complaint in Maine that the spruce trees are dying off. That is, they are not so spruce as they onca . were. A Baltimore woman is so fond of her children that whenever they have to be spanked she gets the woman next 'door to do it. "No, sir," said a practioal Yankee "no bric-a-brao on the mantel for me. It's a nuisance. Where's a man to put his feet?" Between gueBts on leaving the house after dinner: "Friend R. entertains very well now." "Yes; above all, since his failure." NEWS ITEHS. Dorsey, the star-router, has given $5000 to the university at Santa Fe. The Chicago city ball, costing $1,123, 000 is ready for use, but is not done. Tom Allen, the onoe famous pugilist, was arraigned in the police court at St. Louis the other day, for keeping a disor derly saloon, but escaped conviction. Tho Farmers' exchange movement started in Nashville, Tenn., some time ago, has died for want of support, and the money contributed has gone no oue knows whither. The library of the late Henry C. Murphy of Brooklyn, it is announced, will be sold during the coming winter. It is valued at $100,000, although it con sists of only 5000 volumes. It is estimated that tho wealth repre sented in the seventy principal boxes in the Grand opera home in New York at the recent opening night was $540,000, 080, more than $6,000,000 to each box. Nathaniel Barker, a well known vocal ist and author of "Ben Bolt." is seri ously ill at his home in Lynn, Mass. He is about 70 years of age, and sustained a few days ago, a fracture of his hip. Hindoo coffee suppers are fashionable in the church circles of Fort Wayne. The girls act as waitresses, in Hindoo costumes, as to the style of which a cler gyman has felt oonstrained to rem ca strate. The sensibilities of some of Wiscon sin's paupers are being ahooked now-a-days upon Ihe appearance of their names in print, in pursuance of a new law com I telling county boards to publish the poor ists. General Pryor says he has not applied to take part in O'Donnell's defense, and does not propose to make application in the English courts. O'Donnell is al ready provided with counsel, in whoie fidelity his friends have implioit confi dence. Maine's greatest greenbacker and con gressman, Mr. Muroh, has concluded to open a drinking saloon in Boston. If he carries his greenback principles into bis business, he will fill his whisky bottles with water and label them whisky. The railroad? bridge over the Mistottri river at Blair, Neb., which cost Sl.OC!), 000, was tested on the 2Gth nit., with tlx locomotives, the maximum reflection being two inches. The permanent iron strootnre ia 1270 feet long and fifty f et above high water, with trestle work ap proaches of nearly two miles at eitL er end.