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MINE!
In the tranced hush wueu sound sank awed
to rest,
Ere from her spirit's rose-red, rose sweet
gate :
Cam forth to him her royal word of fate,
Did she sigh Ycs," and droop upon my
fireast;
While round our rapture, dumb, nxed, unex
pressed By ihe soizil senses, did there fluctuate
The plaintive surges of our mortal state,
Tempering the poignant ecstasy too blest.
Do I wake iutn a. 1 renin nr hava we twain.
Lured hv soft, wilis. ttt snmn unconscious
Dared joys f or. 1 to man ? O Light Supreme,
Upon our brows transfiguring glory rain,
Aiu irb Wit7 swinti l Ally Jliab ciiijctrft iwi
On two who entered "Heaven before their
time:
The "Ma.iarre of Wyoming.
The further we get from the inci
dents of the Revolution the more philo
sophical! v we consider them. I ho late
civil war made us a more rational peo
ple to judge our Revolutionary fore
fathers. A committee was appointed from the
descendants of the Revolutionary men
of j oining, on the one hundreth anni
versary of that battle, to prepare a me
morial volume. Mr. Johnson, who ac
companied mo riding, was one of that
committee, and he crave me the memo
rial book, of wliicb. 1 read a portion the
same night. j
There it is conceded that the British
behaved very respectably and protected
those who could come m. The British
commander was a regular officer, named
Butler, lie allowed the people after
the battle to surrender, and politely
asked their clergyman to act as secre
tary of the com cut ion, winch he did,
and this man wrote out the cartel, which
was faithfully kept.
The American settlers were allowed
to stay upon their farms and enjoy their
property on condition of not enlisting
against the British government. The
valley was evacuated by Butler and his
command, and was not again invaded
by them.
All this is put down in the sober
second thought of a hundred years. If
you sleep on any thing a hundred years,
except lobster salad, you will change
j our mind.
Again, the Wyoming Memorial com
mittee discreetly says that the probable
cause of any invasion was the intoler
ance of our patriots, who began the war
by driving off their inoffensive and nu
merically weaker Tory neighbors. To
reinstate those poor people the British
line came, not unexpectedly, backed by
some of the same savage Iroquois we
had ustd for ahunJred years to invade
and murder the French in Canada. Our
patriotic forefathers knew all about the
nature of their warfare, and merely re
ceived some of its consequences.
The memorial report asserts that not
- one woman was cither killoJ ft & Uaed
bjr the victors at Wyoming.
lliiitn to Talkers.
If the ministry were ivtter versed in
e .I...T..; 41. it
iiicuit ui fjt -iiiuu iiit-j biimiu un
doubtedly make more converts. Writers
on that art hold that the end of
oratory is to persuade, aTUl that in or
der to persuade one must be clearly
understood. This refers to a clear enun
ciation of spvecli. There is perhaps
not one minister in fifty, even in cities,
where they have all advantages, who
speak clearly and distinctly enough to
1)3 understood by even their nearest
auditors. They may speak loud enough,
but the articulation being indistinct,
the meaning is lost, in the sound.
Aside from the' prevalent habit of
"ranting," consequeut uon emotion, a
.great many ministers really do not seem
to understand that it is necessary to
ojKn their mouths to any extent, but
"chop off" their words in their great
Last.? to emit the next. This rapid
Bpeuking or ''telescoping words makes
articulation impossible, to say nothing
of the "chopping off" process, which
prevents the speaker from being under
stood, no matter how slow he might
speak. To be heard is not alw ays to be
understood, and there can be no persua
sion or conviction unless the auditor
understands what the minister is say
ing. Adulterated Tea.
Few people, Wni"i5 engaged in
strengthening their nerves with a cup
of tea, inia rine they are sw allowing pul
verized charcoal, bone-black, clay, terra
alba, pulverised soap-stone, talc, Prus
sian blue, gravel, and other undesirable
commodities. Such is the stuff scien
tific experts employed by the New York
loard of health have found in the green
teas sold in that city. The best grades
of bla-:k teas arrf pronounced the safest,
r.nd the verdict U rendered that "none
of the green teas are pure."
Wild l'izn in the Xnv Hebrides.
A long letter from the New Hebrides
says that this is a dry season, two tons
of maize per hectare (two and a half
acres), but the immense number of wild
pigs makes cultivation impracticable
without pigs-proof fences. By one shot
at night thirty at least were put to
flight, passing almost between the
shooter's legs, who was so dazed that
lie made no second shot. The country
is described as fabulously fertile, well
watered and specially adapted for grow
ing sugar cane.
A Kick Ieposit.
The finding of a great belt of phos
phates in North Carolina is announced
in a communication to Bradstreet's.
The deposit has been traced a distance
of nine miles, and an observer believes
they extend a distance of thirty or forty
miles on each side of the northeast
branch of Cape Fear river.
An Author's Way.
Mr. W. D. Howells is quoted as say
ing he always keeps his manuscript six
or seven months ahead of the time for
publication. His nervous disposition
makes it impossible for him to furnish
matter at short notice. '
Oleomargarine's Origin.
During the seigo of Paris it became
necessary to find a substitute for butter.
Experiments resulted in the production
of the eubstanco known as oleomargarine.
"OLD HICKORY'S". FARWELL.
Andrew Jackson's last Hours la the
White House.
How many strange, old-new stories
one finds down here among these an
cient iwople ! And how many curious
relics of days "lefore the war, sail.
In the last month of President Jack'
son s - administration, -, lie called in a
young artist, whom I am not permitted
to name row, to do a miniature of his
deceased wife on ivory. This young
man was but 19, and the old soldier
seems- to have taken him quite to his
heart, from the letters and other things
he has preserved. The last few days
of Jackson's administration he
kept the art.'st constantly with
him and at work on the miniature.
Every hour the hero of New Orleans
would come and look over his shoulder
in his deep concern about the progress
of the work. The room occupied, which
was the general's private office at the
time, was the one on the right, immedi
ately at the head of the main stairway,
The artist now a gray, old Virginian,
and eminent in quite another ' walk of
life says that in these last few days
the president was left quite alone. The
flies that buzz about to suck the sweets
of office had flown to his successor. The
king is dead ; long live the king. Presi
dent Jackson had nothing more to be
stow, and so was left in almost en
tire solitude. The general would
not let the artist go away, but
kept him at his side in the private
office, even to the last hour, while he
looked over and destroyed lus papers,
As he came to the last one he glanced
at it, let it fall in his hand heavily for a
moment, then raised it up, tore it in
two and threw it on the floor, where
bits of paper already lay many inches
deep. Then springing up the old man
threw his two hands out, banged them
down and said : "There, thank God, that
is the last of it, the very last of it ; and
now I am going homo to spend the re
mainder of my days at my dear Hermit
age." Saying this he walked across the
room, took a cob pipe, rilled it and sat
down, smoking a long time in silence.
Ihe artist also made at tue time a
miniature on ivory of J ackson, which
he still has in his possession. The face
is heavier, fuller, than we are accus
tomed to see in steel cuts and paintings.
The chin is prominent, massive, almost
double; the hair is very thick, bristling.
and like snow.
Flowers In. Jtr.rls.
I must confess the passion ror flowers
is highly developed in Paris. From the
flowers in the public square, whero he
goes for a "breath of fresh air, to the
flower pot in his little room, which he
waters every night or morning, there is
but a step, so to speak, and, moreover,
oub may "find flower markets in all parts
of the wonderful city, not to mention
the elegant shops, like that which I
have already named, and the hand-cart3
which ugly old women push before
them in every street and avenue. The
Quai aux Fleures, the Madeleine, the
place de la ltepubhque and certain
parts of the outer bonlevanls are so
many open air markets where the flag
stones and asphaltum have been car
peted with verdure and enameled with
roses, geraniums, camellias, dahlias,
azalias and other lovely gifts of the
goddess 1 lora.
It was Cato, I think, who wished to
make it obligatory on every Roman
citizen to have a flowering plant to look
after and the Parisian of to-day would
seem to have adopted his principles
The average Parisian, it is true, does
not go beyond the fortifications, but it
does not require much in order to give
hini the sensation of the country, the
odor of the flower and the shadow of
love. A lilac bush which will soon
burst into blossom and which stands in
an earthen pot on his mantelpiece with
two handfuls of hawthorns that he
gathered himself along the ancient
walls, suth.ee to realize his ideas ot a
terrestrial paradise. Mirabeau said
one da' when he was showing his
garden to Argenteuil: "Flowers are
the poetry of gardens," but I think Jules
Claretie has improved on Mirabeau by
calling them "the poetry of Paris."
Too Sweet for Anything.
A tiny very tmy pig was served at
a fashionable dinner the other evening;
and when he was placed on the table a
howl went up from the assembled rank
and fashion surrounding him. The lit
tle beast stood on ln's own hoofs in the
midst of a bed of Marshal Neil roses; in
his rosy snout was the customary lemon,
and twisted in his small tail was a blue
pond lily. He was pronounced too
sweet fcr anything, was duly cut up and
tasted, and the health of the Chinese
cook was duly drunk in champagne.
A Pernetual t:iurk.
A perpetual clock was started at
Brussels a little over a ye r ago. An
up draft is obtaiued in a tube or shaft
by exposing it to the sun ; this draft
turns a fan, which winds up the weight
of the clock until it reaches the top,
when it actuates a brake that stops the
fan, but leaves it free to start again
after the weight has gone down a little.
At the last of June the clock was run
ning perfectly, after having been in
motion for nine consecutive months.
Queer Oil Nprinrs.
"Venezuela hns boiling oil springs,
California ha3 got an oil spring that
won't flow a drop of oil in the dark of
the moon, and Wyoming has oil wells
that are their own storage tanks, and
I've see 'em all," said Capt. Jared
Flower, of Venango county, in the
Aster house rotunda. He has just re
turned from a two years' tour of inves
tigation of alleged oil fields in South
America, on the Pacific coast, and in
other localities. i
The Hight or Conquest.
i
"Why do yon ma.o sacn a faco in
taking that medicine V" asked a wifo of
her husband. "You pour ! it down
Tommy." J,
"Yes, because I am stronger than
Tommy. If Tommy were stronger
than I, ho would doubtless pour it down
mo."
Heckles Ilorsemanshlp.
It was early in the morning that the
pilgrims were favored with an exhibition
of horsemanship which is rarely seen.
At one of the stations at which the train
stopped . there . appeared among the
mall knot of natives a veritable cow
boy, mounted and fully equipped, He
wore a broad-brimmed felt hat over an
honest, pleasant face, deeply tanned
by the sun and atmosphere, a woolen
shirt and a short, gray jacket and gray
trousers. Over his legs, from his hips
to his knees, extended a wide piece of
leather, the object of which is supposed
to be to protect him from rain and
brash. ' He was asked if he owned the
herd of sheep grazing near, and indig
nantly responded that he did not that
ho was a cowboy. . .
- "Let ns see vou lasso that cow." . -A
"Huh! That's nothin'I The boys
uld skin my head."
"Then let us see you catch the train."
Q Without a word the little pony was
urged to the other side of the track,
and, as the train started, horse and
rider made a dash, going ahead of the
train. Gradually as the train got un
der way it gained upon its opponent
until it and the horse stood "neck and
neck." Then, as if to tempt the rider
to his fate, cigars were held to him
from the car windows. Without a
moment's hesitation the little pony was
headed for the road-bed, which it
reached by a plunge from the higher
ground. The train increased in speed,
and the cow-boy, being intent on the
prizes offered him, gave the rein to the
pony and his attention to taking the
cigars from the hands of those inside
the cars. . Over washouts and . uneven
ground, through cuts and over eleva
tions the animal dashed, and so close
to the train that the rider's feet came
in contact with it. The animal was
left entirely to itself, and one misstej)
or a stumble would have thrown both
horse and rider beneath the wheels.
For fully three-quarters of a mile the
race was kept up, and at the end of it
the daring rider was greeted with
shouts, which he acknowledged by a
wave of his hat as the horse mounted
the embankment.
The Crash of Worlds.
If ever two great worlds do meet in"
this way it is possible to predict somo
of the consequences. To use the tech
nical language of science, "their energy
of solar motion will be converted into
various forms of molecular and poten
tial energy;" which, translated into the
vernacular, means that there will be ev
olution of heat and light, while at the
same time the solids present will be
wholly or in part liquefied, the liquids
vaporized, and . the vapors and gases
rarefied and expanded. The intensity
of the action will depend, of course,
mainly. yy.on fcMkr"ya nnA mg'ftnaa of
the colliding bodies ; but an easy calcu
lation shows that if our earth were ever
to meet another globe like herself, and
meeting with the same velocity, heat
enough would bo generated by the
shock to transform them both into a
huge ball of vapor ; unless, indeed, the
central core of the earth is much colder
and more refractory than is usuallyeup
posed. At any rate, the quantity of
heat developed would bo sufficient to
melt, boil, and completely vaporize a
mam of ice fully 700 times that of both
the colliding worlds an ice planet 150,
000 miles in diameter.
If, however, the impinging masses
were, to begin with, mainly gaseous (as
the sun seems to be) the effect might
be curiously different. Heat would, of
course, be generated, just as in the case
of solid bodies ; but as a consequence,
apparently most paradoxical, the result
ing nebula might actually be cooler
than either of the bodies before the en
counter ; of course it would be vastly
expanded in volume. Just as a gaseous
mass contracting under its own gravity
from loss of heat by radiation at its sur
face, continually rises in temperature,
so a similar mass, expanding against its
own gravity from accession of heat
within, may fall . in temperature, nay,
must fall, if the body is composed of
"perfect" gas. Of course, immediately
after the collision, and before the ulti
mate expansion bnlk was attained, the
temperature and brilliance of the mass
would be for a time vastly increased,
but the final result would be as stated.
Moothing the Victim.
Marwood, the English hangman, used
to soothe his victims by whispering
words of encotiragement to them.
"Come on now," he would say kindly.
"I won't hurt you, and it will all be
over in a minute. It will bo all right.
Just leave it to me." A well known
sheriff in Arkansaw is equally as kind.
Some time ago he entered the cell of a
man who was to be hanged the follow
ing day and said: "That little affair of
ours comes off to-morrow, you know,
and I hope that you will be quite ready
for the performance. Hold yourself
pretty stiff when the cap is drawn.
Then you will go down straight and
won t dangle. It s very uncomfortable
to dangle and you will find the still
method preferable."
Prison Morality.
A man who was convicted of theft
and sentenced to the state prison in
Philadelphia the other day astonished
the judge by making these pointed re
marks in court : T worked three years
m your state prison making
shoes, and I know as much
about making shoes s I do
about watches. They taught me to
be dishonest. My principal work was
to paste leather and pasteboard to
gether to make a thick sole to impose
on the public. The man who had the
contract was a Christian, a member of
the church, and at the time I called his
attention to the pasteboard business ho
was foreman of the grand jury.
What Ills Ilea Was.
A New York merchant was speaking
of a gray-haired comrado who had just
married a third wifo. "1 can t under
stand it," he said. "I am a widower
nyself, but my idea has always been
that if a man's first wife suited him, he
wouldn't expect that another could fill
lcr place, and if she did not suit him.
no wouldn't want another to fill it."
A FUNERAL ON THE CONGO.
An Vn looked-For Expression or Feel
Ins From an Old Afrleau ChleC
Seeing their perplexity Lieut. Orban
volunteered to fire off a round of
twenty cartridges from his "Winches
ter." The chief and people were de
lighted. Could there be greater honor
for the deceased than to receive his
farewell salute at the hands of a white
man, with his wonderful gun from
Mquto the mysterious region beyond
the sea the Unknown perhaps Heaven
itself? (for are not "these white men
sons of Heaven ?) So thought the old
chief "'as he led us to see the corpse.
With an earnest, pleading tone he took
our hands in his anJ said t "0 you,
who are going home!' and he pointed
to the pale and peaceful evening sky.
"You will send him back to us, will you
not? You will tell him his hut is
waiting for him, his wives will prepare
his manioc white as cotton cloth, and
there shall be Malafu in plenty and a
goa't killed ? You will send him back,
will you not?"
This expression of feeling quite took
us by surpriso. Ordinarily the African
is so stolid, so thoroughly material, that
one never expects from him anything
like sentiment or poetic i ideas. We
tried as gently as possible for he ap
pealed to both of us in his distress to
explain at once our utter inability to re
animate this hideous corpse with the
breath of life and to encourage him
with vague hopes that all was not in
vain, but he shook his aged, grizzled
head sadly at the confession of our
powerlessness face to face with death.
The dead man had been placed in his
grave in a sitting posture, many layers
of native cloth lying under him, and
ready to cover him up on the top were
piles of cotton stuffs, received in trade
from the far off coast, and rep
resenting to these natives a con
siderable amount of wealth. In
the vague, half-determined notions
which the jeople here have conceived
as to a future existence, everything in
the spirit world is supposed to bo a pale
copy of things existing on the earth, so
that for this . eason they put cloth, ves
sels of pottery, and, in the case of
chief, dead slaves into the graves, in or
der that the deceased on arriving in the
land of shades may not appear unpro'
vided with the necessary means of mak
ing a fresh start in a new life. The
grave in which this man was buried had
been dug in a hut, and the head of the
corpso was not much more than two
feet below the surface. We could not
ascertain whether the hut, or rather
house-for it was a substantial building
of poles and thatch would be aban
doned or not. I fancy not, as it is only
m the case of a chief that this is done ;
and the man that was dead, although
rich and influential, wcs after all, only
the favorite slave of the chief.
What Does History Teach T
It is not our intention to decry the
study of history, if we really have any
thing worthy of the name. v e recog
nize it as one of the ornamental branches
necessary to a "finished education."
But what is its comparative practical
value? To what real account can one
young man in a million turn his knowl
edge of Pompey's battles, Caesar's con
quests, the triumphs of Alexander, or
the brilliant victories of Napoleon, ad
mitting that he is familiar with all that
has ever been written concerning them ?
What lessons of practical wisdom can
the girl derive from studying the lives of
Dido, Cleopatra, Llizabeth or Catha
rine, as they are presented by the ancient
or modern historian ? We do not ap
prehend any danger from too much at
tention being given to this branch of
study by the youth of either sex,whether
it is as the elder Walpolo thought,
"nothing but lies," or as Macauley de
fined it, "philosophy teaching by ex
ample." It is a great deal more ex
tolled than read, and much more com
mended than studied, and it is likely so
to continue.
Dansers of Tobosannlng;
The Louisville Commercial's reporter
got an interview with the city solicitor
of Toronto at the exposition. The so
licitor said: "Toboganning is great
sport. My friend Smith had a valuable
horse that once made a mile in ten sec
onds on a toboggan. The animal lost
its sight, however, the frost needles
having cut its eyes out of its head as it
flew down hill. The horse had incau
tiously strayed to a toboggan hill in the
night, and had accidently stepped on
one of the slippery things, and away ho
went. There was a slender, long-necked
boy who was the most skillful tobog
ganer in western Canada; but he met
with a painful accident that winter that
put a stop to his favorite sport forever.
As he was going down hill one afternoon
he carelessly turned his face to one
side, and the wind twisted his whole
head square round, so that the eyes
looked down the back of his neck, and,
lingering for several years in a retro
spective way, ho diod insane his brain
was turned.
A Question of Freedom.
"I fought for your freedom," said a
gentleman whom a negro policeman
was conducting to the lock-up.
"You needn't try ter fight fur yourn,
cap'n, fur if yer does I'll hit yer."
"Aiu't you got no respect for a man
who helped to free you?"
"I ain't steadyin' 'bout dat, cap'n. Ef
yer had enuff sense to fight fur my free
dom yer aughter hab enuff ter 'habe
yerse'f airter I'se freed. Doan pull
back dat wy. I'll gin yer a lick fust
thing yer know dat'll ring so luud dat
do liro engines will come out. Yer own
freedom seems ter bodder yer much
more den mine. "
Went .to the Shop.
The china toilet set of tho late Ado
laido Neilson, every piece painted with
her monogram, oiicirclcMl with wreaths
of roses, 'formed for a long time the
chief ornament of a bric-a-br.ie shop on
tho Euo du 4 Septo-nbre, iu Paris.
Arkansaw Traveler: A piuson what
ain't got no miusy fur a an'mal ain't
got none fur a nir.n. an' is only kep' from
beathi' a man 'case he's a coward.
Iloldlnc Plaster Casts.
ok
"Where do I get my molds and first
casts ? The best of them are made . in
Rome ; now and then I get a fine thing
from Paris. I don't import my molds.
I get the best! casts from abroad and
make the molds here. The making of
a good mold is a very serious matter.
The figure is but twenty-two inches i
high, yet the mold is composed of:
seventy or eighty pieces, and each piece '
must fit with perfect accuracy. The'
mold for that Venus of Melos is in more
than a hundred pieeas. The mold, not'
the labor expended, is what makes a'
good, cast expensive, for we can make
an ordinary ciist in a day. We first tie
all the pieces! together and then pour in
the plaster. If the mold was not in
many pieces 4 how ; could we get the
statue out? Jt would be like going to
work to undress a man by taking hold
of his head and trying to pull him out
of his clothing. Here is a little cast of
a pear ; it is in five parts, two for top
and bottom and three for the sides.
"We judge iof a good cast by the lines.
Look at thjs bust of Niobe;you see
that the lines caused by the mold are
narrow and fine ; in a poor cast they
would be coarse and heavy, because the
mold had bjecome worn at its edges.
And the corners must come evenly and
closely together ; one piece must not
fall below .th level of the others. The
reason that an artist prefers a cast
which has the mold marks intact is not
because of the assistance the lines give
in drawing the figures, but because he
knows by means of them just how good
the original was, and that the workman
has not, in scraping off the marks, hurt
the form of the figure. Common work
men in plaster not only chisel off the
marks carelessly, but even smooth off
the surface of the cast with sand
paper."
The Cborrh and the Ntaxe.
While ort lodox Christians in this
country genei ally frown on the stage and
all its belongings, it is not to be dis
guised that the prejudico against actors
and theatres p not as marked as it was,
Bay, twenty years ago. One of the most
beautiful antlj successful theatres in New
York is owned by a couple of clergy
men, who are also the proprietors of
The Churchman, the official organ of
the Episcopal denomination. The Be v.
Robert Collyer, and other liberal, as
well as Episcopal, clergymen openly
visit the N4w York theatres and no
scandal is caused thereby. In England
the bishop and clergymen of the na
tional church attend operas and the
atres the same as other people ; but
more remarkable than all, The Christian
World, the leading London organ of
the Nonconformists, recently contained
a leading editorial, giving Mr. Henry
Irving a "God speed," apropos of his
departure to America. Mr. George
Macdonald, ho English novelist, is a
clergyman, yet he frequently appears as
an amateur actor on semi-public occa
sions. Tho theatre is growing in popu
larity in this country. A large space is
given to dramatic news in all our jour
nals. It is for Christian people to say
what course they shall pursue in the fu
ture. It is idle to ignore the 6tage or to
condemn it by wholesale. After all,
why not try and moralize it and free it
from objectionable associations ?
Take a ood Rest.
You are wearing out the vital forces
faster than there is any need, arid in
this way subtracting years from the
sum total of your life. This rush) and
worry, day after day this restless anx
iety for something you have not is like
pebble-stones in machinery, they jgrate
and grind the life out of you. Youjhave
useless burdens ; throw them off. i You
have a great load of useless care ; dump
it. Full in tho strings; compact J your
business ; take time for thought of bet
ter things. Go out into the air and let
God's sun shine down upon your busy
head.
Stop thinking of business and profit;
stop grumbling at adverse providences.
You will probably never see much bet
ter times in this doomed world i and
your most opportune season is now;
your happiest day is to-day. Calmly do
your duty, and let God take care of His
own world. He is still alive and is the
King. Do not imagine that things will
go to everlasting smash when youi dis
appear from this mortal stage. Do not
fancy that the curse of heaven, in the
vast task of, righting up a disjointed
earth, is imposed upon you. Cease to
fret and fume ; cease to jump and worry
early and late. The good time is j com
ing, but you 'will never bring it;! God
can, and will; take breath, sir; sit
down and rest, and take a long breath.
Then go calmly to the tasks of life, and
do your work well.
JYapolcon's Own Iloroseope.
While Napoleon was retreating from
Moscow he lost an old manuscript,
which was afterward proved to be over
five hundred years old. With this he
had cast his own horoscope. The ques
tions and answers were in his ow hand
writing, and written while he was a
subaltern, pf these questions and an
swers only one is given here, although
the majorityj of them were remarkably
correct as to his after life. !
Question 8. Shall I be eminent and
meet with preferment in my pursuits?
Answer. (Hieroglyph of tho Pyramid)
definition ; "Thou shalt meet with
many obstacles, but at length thou
shalt attain tho highest earthly power
and honor." j
Tomb of President Uneoln's Gran4
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John Leach, of Yarmouth, England,
says The London Athenaeum, has had
the inscription over the tomb of the
crandfatherl of Abraham Lincoln, at
Norwich, photographed for friends of
the family. The inscription is a3 fol
lows: I
"In memory of Mr. Abraham Lincolne,
of this parish, who died July 13, 1789,
aged seventy-nine years ; and Hannah,
his daughter, who died September 23,
1709, aged six years." I
"From Thee, great uod, we spring,
to Thee we tend, j
Path, motive, guide, origin, and
vim.
PREMONITIONS OF DANGER.
A ftailroad Engineer (jjves Ills
J ' v ' perienee.
A fortnight or so ago x was on my
way to the far west, traveling on a fast
through Baltimore & Ohio express. On
a bright ' Sunday morning ' I awoke ' in
my berth and realized that the train
was star ding still. I raised. the -curtain
and peeped out. The sun was well up
in the heavens, and the train stood in a
dense wood, away-- frora any . living
creature. It did not 'move for some
time, and I arose, made my tojlet, and
went outside. The train stood partially
on a long trestle-work or open bridge,
and I could see smoke rising from the
end ot the structure furthest from us.
I walked out past the' locomotive and
on the bridge, where I met a number of
gentlemen talking - - -
"What's the matter?' I inquired of
one.
"'Oh, a section of the bridgo has
burned, replied the gentleman.
" 'Lucky the engineer saw tho fire in
time to save us, I remarked, gazing
down into the water below, and shud
dering at the thought of being piled
up, in a sleeping-car, in the chasm that
yawned for me.
" 'But the engineer says he didn't see
any fire when he stopped,' exclaimed
one.
" 'No, said the engineer who stood
hard by, I saw no fire. I had a pre
sentiment as 1 approached the bridge.
Something seemed to warn me that it
would not bo safe to cross the bridge,
and it came upon me so strongly that
I just stopped the train and got out of
the cab, and I hadn't walked twenty
steps before I saw that the act had
saved many lives, for the whole train
would have gone down that hole, al
though it is but the length of two rails,
The fire didn't show up much above
tho ties, as it was confined mostly to the
timbers below. Right there in that lit
tle shed a watchman sleeps,' said the
engineer, pointing to a diminutive
dwelling a half dozen rods away,
'and it was his duty, and
it has been for years to be
out here, and to pass over the bridge
just before and after us ; but somehow I
felt that he was not faithful, that ho
might be asleep, and I could see in my
mind, as I approached the bridge,, the
whole train going down to death, and
could hear the cries of the dying, and
st I just stopped, as I said. The watch
man, sure enough, was asleep. Oh, you
needn't langh, for this is not the first
time presentiments have saved lives
when my hand was at the throttle. No,
I've been in just this position before,'
said he, blushing to the tips of his fin
gers, as two or three gentlemen smiled
and whistled a bit.
" No,' said he, 'I had a foreboding of
danger stronger than this a few years
ago. I was running then on a division
of the Sandnsky. 'I here is a little sta
tion on that road where the passenger
trains seldom atop. It has a siding for
freights, however, and there was nearly
always a freight train side-tracked as 1
passed through on the fast express.
That little place is on a long stretch of
splendid track, and for years the en
gineers had that as a racing ground,
and I tell you some mighty good
time has been made there. At
the time I had this presentiment the
rivalry among the engineers on that
stretch of track was at its height. It
was a sharp winter night that I ap
proached the station, on ,the down
trip. It was foggy, and a fierce wind
blew. I hadn't stopped there for
three months, and as I went into that
good track with a dash, and approached
the village at a terrible speed, I never
thought of stopping. My locomotive
was the fleetest on the road, and I was
congratulating myself, as the fireman
drew his watch, that I was making the
best time on record, and was thinking
to myself how I would appal the train
men side-tracked as I dashed through.
When a quarter of a mile from the sta
tion something whispered to me to stop.
I didn't want to stop, and reflecting
how chagrined I would be if I would
have to 6top when in the heat of a suc
cessful race, I tossed my head, opened
the throttle a little more, and oh, how
we flew 1 Seems to me I never saw a
train come so near flying, and yet she just
lay as close to and smoothly on the
track as could be. Quick as thought I
was commanded by an inner being to
stop, or it would make a run to death ;
and, without effort, my hands reversed
the engine and applied the air. There
was no signal, no whistle nor bell
sounded, and the fireman was astonished
to see my frantic movements. The
train lay still a few feet past tho depot,
and as I jumped from my, engine I felt
so embarrassed that I almost burned.
I could make no explanation to the con
ductor or the trainmen who came about
me. I looked all over the engine.
Everything was all right. I cast my
eyes along the train. Nothing appeared
wrong. Then I walked down the track
in front of the engine. When I had
gone less than a hundred feet, and be
yond the rays of the headlight I ran
against a box car! It stood right out
in front of the engine, full on the track.
The switch had been left open and the
wind had skewed it out. It was loaded
with carbon oil. Had I not seen it,
scores of persons would have been killed
and burned.
Wants It "Done Brown."
Flood, the California millionaire, is
going to ship brownstone all the way
from New York for Ins new San Fran
cisco palace. This will be an innova
tion in which health and comfort are
to be sacrificed to style. Brick or
stone houses in San Francisco are
simply uninhabitable because of their
coldness and dampness, but Mr. Flood
believes that brown stone alone can
give the solidity and dignity necessary
to such a palace as lie means to build.
By tho way, it should not be forgotten
that Mr. Flood used to keep a saloon
and attend his own bar. His tastes
are, therefore, nocessarily cultured and
ks Luetic.
A Point In Peanuts.
It is reported that attempts will be
made next season to raise peanuts on
land that can be irrigated. The crop
was a failure in many parts of tho south
this year on account of the drought.
COMFORT WITH BUSINES3.
The Invltinff Luxury by Whlek Cus
tomers Are Attracted to ttosse Wall
Street Offices. . " -
New York Times."!
The visitor paused on the threshold
and gazed inquiringly within. The
room was large and nearly square, its
Vails and ceilings delicately tinted
'with various shades of green. On the
floor was a velvety carpet, with hues of
drab and gold, which was perfectly
matched by the upholstery patterns of
several ' easy chairs and two inviting
sofas. The silk plush window curtains
were of a slightly darker shade. Fpotr
rests covered with raw silk were scat
tered about, and silken
screen stood near a diminutive
fire-place. A mass of glowing
ccals4n the brass-environed grate im
parted a cheerful warmth "to "the rich "
furnishings of the room. The mahog
any library table was littered with
newspapers, but from the disordered
mass peeped a bouquet of fresh flowers,
and lying on the floor underneath, jnat
as it had fallen, was tho latest number
of a popular magazine. Two pretty
bronze ficrures ornamented the little
plush-covered Jmantel, and on carved
brackets here "and there were quaint
statues in bisque and porcelain. Two
or three oil-paintings adorned the walls,
and in one corner was a mahogany
book -case with several volumes behind
its beveled glass dcors.
The general appearance of the apart
ment was that of a drawing-room in a
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private residence, ana a puzziea iooic
came over the visitor's face as he looked
about him. He had come to transact
some business with a Wall street broker,
and was beginning to fear that he had
made a mistake in the place, when he
observed that the occupants of the room
wore their hats, smoked cigars, and
bustled eagerly around a glass-covered
apparatus which emitted a ticking sound
and a long and narrow band of piper
with letters and figures printed thereon.
A momentary lull in the operations oi
tho "ticker" enabled the visitor to put
an inquiry which satisfied him that he
had not made a mistake. He was in
tho office of the broker he had come to
seo, and tho unusual elegance of his sur
roundings was simply an element of the
adroit broker's enterprise. It is cus
tomary with most all of the stock bro
kers to fit up a room at their places of
business for the accommodation of their
patrons. This custom is an old one,
but the degree of liberality in the fit
ting up of such rooms has advanced
wonderfully in a few years. Accord
ing to the old-fashioned notion a dingy
room, with a long table, soveral chairs,
and perhaps a carpet-covered lounge,
was thought to be good enough for the
customers of any firm. The modern
idea takes into consideration not only
personal comfort but the natural human
appreciation of beautiful things.
There are scores of brokers' offices in
the vicinity of Wall street so elegantly
fitted up that they would not be out of
place in Fifth avenue mansions. Some
of the prosperous brokorage firms tako
as much pride in the appearance of their
reception-rooms as a lady does in that
of her drawing-room. Mr. Henry Clews
was one of the first of the Wall street -
men to see the advantage of making his
office attractive and luxurious. "I can t
do business without customers," said he.
'and I must make my place of busi
ness so bright and cheerful that they.
will Iiko to come hero. Mr. Clews nas
spent a great deal of money in furnishing
his reception-room. It is carpeted with a
light-colored body Brussels, and deco
rated in bright and harmonious colors.
The furniture is an assortment of tempt
ing easy-chairs and sofas. Some of the
chairs are upholstered and others are
of elaborately woven willow. Most of
them are with rockers. The walls are
thickly covered with pictures selected
with artistic discrimination. There are
portraits and landscapes in oil, and two
or three fine engravings. A large mir
ror reaches from ceiling to floor on one
side of the room. Numerous nlanues.
images and brackets are scattered hero
and there, Tho "tickers" are placed
on shelves covered with olive-green vel
vet. A grate fire is usually kept burn
ing in this office when tho weather per
mits it.
A Relic or the Vikings.
There is not a great deal to see in
Christiana, and every stranger is taken
in tho very first place to visit the Vi
king sliip that was1 dug up a few years
ago from the clay, in which it had lain
1,000 years, and is shown tho bones of '
the hardy old northern sea king who
owned it and to whom his boat served as a
mausoleum when he had died, as learned
doctors declare from an inspection of
what remains of him, of rheumatism. A
fine craft she must have been in her
time, seventy-six feet long by sixteen
beam, with high raised stem and stern
post and with lines that modern boat
builders pronounce to be admirable
One is tempted to make a polite bow to
the venerable relic and say as one does
to some old lady or gentleman who is
proclaiming the number of her or his
years : "You look very young for your
ago. l or the frames and planking oi
this man-of-war of the olden time look
as if they might date from the eigh
teenth instead of the ninth century, and
the majority of her iron bolts show
hardly a sign of rust. I suppose it is
all right and that there is nothing of the
Cardiff giant about this Viking smp,
but it requires a strong faith in arcba
ological discernment and in the preserv
ative properties of blue clay to take in
tho whole story.
A Historical Door HUTU j
-Slaughter Bassatt.of Lexington. Kv..
paid $5 for the front door sill of the old
court house at that place when the
building was torn down. It is of stone,
and s prized by Bassett because Henry
Clay and Aaron Burr stood upon it
when the latter asked Clay to defend
him, and he pledged his honor that ho
was innocent of an attempt at a western
conspiracy. Receiving the pledge,
Clay appeared in Burr a defense, but
afterward declined to speak to him
when ho found out that Burr had lied.
France has a resident foreign popula
tion of 1,000,000.
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