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Music Books, Magazines, kaoplp:1' ttc- b"und in every variety of style .Ja..to tlie trade. Orders from the country .-puy atwnded to. novl. "75-tf Brecon city brewery. "4Hn (pn,rch"eJ Xhe ve Brewerv.Sa VH1 to manufactBro a jfo. lU5i ea?, MGER BEER, erttfrir ulD6i inywhete in the State. Uoited and promptly filled. 1 "TALL ME XOT DEAU." BY B. TT. GILDER. Call xuu not dead when, I, Indeed, have gone Into the couix'any of the ever-living High and most glorious poets ! Let thankagiving Rather be mado. Say " He at last hath won Rest and release, converse supreme and -wise, Musi; and song and light of immortal faces; To-day, perhaps, wandering in starry places, He hath met Keats, and known liim by his eyes. To-morrow (who can say?) ShaVspeare may pass, And our lost friend ju9t catch one syllable Of that tUree-c.nturied wit that kept so wtdl, Or Milton, or Dante, looking on the grass. Thinking of Beatrice, and listening stillj To chanted hymns that sound from the heavenly hill." Scribncr for yortmbrr. i roo7 1JY CONJ.TASC FKNXIMOEK VtOHMOS. Let us spread the sail for purple islands, Far in undiscovered seas ; Let us track the glimmering Arctic highlands Where no breath of man. no leaf of trees. E'er has lived. " So speak the elders, telling By the hearth, their list of fancies througb, needless of tho child whose heart is swelling. Till he cries ct last, "I too! I too! " And I tco, O Father ! Thou has made me I have lite, and lire must have its way; Why should love and gladness be gainsayed me? Why should shadows cloud my little day? Naked Bouls weigh in thy balance even Houls of kings are worth no more than mine Why are thy gil'U e'en to my brother given. While my heart and I together pine ? Meanest things that breathe have, with no axking, Fullest joys; the one day's buttertiy Finds its rose, and in the sunshine basking. Has the whole of life ere it doth die. Dove, no sorrow on thy heart is preying; With thy full contentment thou doth coo; Yet, must man cry lor a dove's life, saying,' Make me a dove I too! I too! " Nay, for something moves within a spirit Rises in its breat. he feels it stir; Soul joys greater than the dove inherit Should be bis to feel; yet, why defer To a next world's vailed and far to-morrow All bis longings for a present bliss? Stones of faith are hard ; oh, could he borrow. From the world's great stores, one taste for this! Hungry stands he besides hs empty table. Thirsty waits besides bis empty well Nor, with all bis striving, is be able One Juil joy to catch where hundreds swell In his neighbor's bosom; see he sifteth Once again his poor life through and through Finds but anh.es. Is it strange he litteth Up his cry, "O Lord, I too! I too! " NELLIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE. BY EMMA GARRISON JONES. Christmas Mas near at Land, and they were vtry busy at "Walnut Hill. The house was filled with company, and there was a great deal of work to do. I Nellie had been on her litfle feet ever j since sunrise. Sho was very tired, and ill, too, with something worse than I mere bodily ailment, hopeless, lieart j broken sorrow. 1 Little Nellie was an orphan. Years before, when she was so young she could only dimly remember the sad event, her father Lad died. They lived in the heart of a great city at the time. But being left very poor, and in feeble health, the widow was led, by the liope of obtaining respectablo employment, and tho expectation of finding an old friend, to remove to the neighborhood of Walnut Hill. The friend she hoped to find was iu his grave, and as the place afforded her employment, having no alternative but to supxort herself and her child by con stant labor, sho settled down and went to work, doing plain sewing for the shops in the village. Years drifted by, and tho widow toil ed patiently and uncomplainingly, and little Nellie grew up a happy, promising child. She and her mother wero all in all to each other. During the day they were inseparable, and at n'ght they slept in each other's arms. One night, a night that Nellie in all her after life forgot, the child was roused by her mother's voice, "Nellie, Nellie, get up and liqIit the candle, my dar- lin-" , . - , The child obeyed, something in her mother's voice filling her little heart with vague terror. She brought the light near to the bedside, and, seeing her mother's face, cried out in wild an- .guish: "Oh! Mamma, what is the matter?" "Come closer, my little girl, and don't be frightened; let mo clasj) you in mv arms, darling! There now, I'll tell you what it is, Nellie. My last hour has come; I am dying, my child." Nellie's cry filled the silent night with piteous echoes. "Hush, my love," panted tLe dying mother, struggling hard fcr power to speak. "Y'ou will not be left to perish. Tho Father of the fatherless will have you in nis tender care, my little Nell. Tho loving ! athcr, who cares even lor the young sparrows, will care for you. "When I am gone, Nellie, somo one will be raised up to befriend you. Y'ou have heard me speak of my dear friend, Mrs. Goldthwaite; if you could only find her, Nellie! But, alas, I have not heard of her for years! Bat there's a letter; I wrote it when I was ill before; you will find it under the cover of my Bible, Nellie! It is addressed to my dear friend, Alice Goldthwaite. If by any chance you ever hear of her. send that letter, and she will be your second mother. You won't forget, Nellie?" "No, Mamma, I won't forget." Then there was silence. Tho labor ing breath became slower, the white face more ghastly. Nellie shrieked aloud in her terror and agony. "Mamma, Mamma, tell me what to do!"' "lou can do nothing, mv darling 1 Only kiss me. Jsellie. Oh! Father in Heaven, into Thy tender hands I com mit my fatherless child!" And that was the end. The white lips spoko no more. Nellie's mother was dead. Nellie was now wholly friendless. But Mrs. Hathaway, of Walnut Hill, being in need of a girl to look after her bby, offered her a home. Nellie had no choice bnt to accept the offer. For a long, weary year, she had lived there, until that wintry afternoon, which opens our story. A little maid of all work, doing any and everything that came to hand, and receiving small thanks and encouragement, and smaller P"J- "Take Eobbie into the library, Nel lie, while Jane tidies up the nursery," commanded Mrs. Hathaway; "and be sure you don't let him get into mis chief." Nellie obeyed. Robbie was a restless little fellow, and for some minutes he kept her close at his heels; but, at last, she got him quiet over a picture book; and then sho drew a small scrap of pa per from the pocket of her dress, and began to examine it closely. "Charles Goldthwaite, Esq., Attorney-at-law, Grafton," were all the legible words the bit of newspaper contained. For weeks Nellie had carried it in her pocket. "I wonder where Grafton is, and if Charles Goldthwaite knows anything of Mamma's friend?" she thought, looking wistfully out into tho falling twilight. Crash! and a loud scream from Mas ter Robbie. Nellio turned round. The little fellow had climbed in a chair, and pulled down his mother's pet Dresden vase, and shivered it into fragments. "Oh! My buttons! See what Rob's done! Won't you catch it Nell?" oried Rosabel, putting her head in at the door; "I'm going straight to tell Mam ma. In two minutes Mrs. Hathaway ap peared. "You wicked, idle, disobedient girl," sho cried, pale with anger; "didn't I charge you to keep Robbie out of mis chief? Take that, and that, and that; and I wish you'd take yourselt out of my house; you're not worth your salt." She struck the child savagely, as she spoke, blow after blow. Then, gather ing up the fragments of tho vase, she flounced out of the room. Nellie had not uttered one word, but her dark eyes were filled with tears, her lips quivered, her little heart throbbed, almost to bursting. Poor, motherless child. There was no one to take her part, one Jiiteti lioooio in lier arms and cr rried him to the nursery. Then taking lier Bliawl and hood Irom the rack, she put them on and stole silently irorn the house. "I will not stav another hour." she said. I must try and find poor Mamma's friend." Awuy she went across the yard, a lit tle homeless bird, seeking' shelter from tho storm. On and on. past the village church, past her mother's grave, white with the winter snow; over the fields and down to the station, where the lights wero twinkling in the darkness. The train was oa the point of moving out "Please, sir, will this train take me to Grafton?" she inquired. "Grafton? Not quiie. That's some miles ahead from the next station. All aboard!" Tho train was moving. Nellie went in with rest.' When the fare was col lected, she took her little purse from her pocket and poured its contents into the conductor s hand. "I hope there's enough to pay, sir," she said simply. lie gave her back some change, and smiled kindly at her, as he disappeared. And through the wintry darkness, the train flew on. With her little face close to tho glass, Nellie watched the flying trees, as the slow hours went by. At last, the tram stopped at a little wavside station. "Passengers for Grafton!" somebody shouted. Some half-dozen persons got out, and Nellie followed them; but they soon dis appeared, and she found herself stand ing, utterly alone, under the dim lignt of tlie wintry stars. A sudden sense of desolation possess ed her, and she began to cry, and to re gret the rash step she had taken. While she stood thus, an old man came along, with a lantern in his hand. He stopped short at the sight of the lonely, little figure. "Hello! what's this?"' "Please, sir, I want to go to Grafton. Can you tell me the way V" asked Nellie plaintively. "Grafton? Why that's fullfive miles off, you can't get there to-night." "Then I don't know what I 6hall do." "Are you alone ?" "Yes, sir." The old man whistled. "Snch a midere as vou alone: and at this hour of night! Come along with me. I've a good fire down here in the station house." Nellie followed him gladly, and soon found herself in a small room heated by a stove. Her new friend gave her some bread and sausages for her supper, and then made her a snug bed in a warm corner; and she lay down and slept until broad daylight. "Did you ever hear of a Mr. Gold thwaite, in Grafton?" she asked, after she had shared the old station-master's breakfast, and was about to bid him adieu. ne shook his head. "Dunno as I ever did. I can't re member names, and I dont't go to Graf ton often." "But yeu can show me which way to go, sir ?" "Yes, yes! you take that road to the left, there, and keep straight on. Graf ton's a bit bayond Cedar Creek. Bnt you'll have snow about your ears before vou get there, if you don't hurry." Nellie wrapped her shawl close, bade her friend a grateful farewell, and set forth on her journey. The cold was bitter, the sky overcast and lowering, and a wailing wind filled the desolate wood, through which the road ran, with mournful music. Nellie's little heart ached, and so did her weary limbs; but she went bravely on. Noou pasaed, and the short-lived winter afternoon went like a dream. "Please, sir," she asked of a team ster, "will you tell me how far Grafton is ?" "Oh! not very far. Just beyond Ce dar Creek." Nellie struggled on. The snow had beerun to fall rapidly, and it would soon bedark. Sho was "so tired, so cold, so hungry; and it was Christmas Eve. Trudging on, she recalled Christmas Eves when she had her mother, and blinding tears fell from her eyes. At last, just as the night came down, she reached a turbid stream, spanned by a rustic bridge. It must be Cedar Creek, and Grafton was not far. Sho took heart again, but the cruel winds tore off her hood, and sent it whirling away through the snow. Pant ing, breathless, her dark locks tossing in the storm, she paused at tho foot of the bridge, her limbs failing her, and unable to proceed. Far off, faintly borno on the winds, she heard a sweet chime ol Christmas bells. All the world was so happy. Yet she was out in the storm, she had no friend, her strength was gone, she felt she must lie down and die. Hr mother's last words came back to her at this moment to comfort her. "The lov ing Father, who cares for the young sparrows, will care for you." The words gave her temporary strength. She struggled on again, in the teeth of the storm, and crossed the bridge. But in the ravine beyond, her strength failed utterly, and she sank down by the wayside. She tried to get up, but fell back. Her eyes closed. Tho fatal torpor, which is the messenger of death, clouded her brain; she murmur ed, "Mother, dear mother," and lost consciousness. It was about this hour, that in a lux urious mansion near Grafton, the door of the principal apartment opened, and a young lad came in. "Here's Fred, at last! Oh, Fred! you're going to Grafton for the girls ?" cried several voices, those of his sisters. Fred came in stamping the snow from his feet. "To be sure. 1 told Dick to put Black Bess to the big sleigh. Let me get my overcoat, and I'm off." Mrs. Goldthwaite looked up from her needle-work. "It is late, and so stormy. Maybe you'd better not go, Fred!" "Bless your heart, Mamma, I don't mind the storm, and the girls can wrap up well." "Oh, Mamma! let him go," cried Flora. "We shall have no Christmas without Lizzie and Belle." "What do you say, Papa?" asked tLe mother. "Is it quite safe?" Her husband looked up from his pa per. "Oh! yes, I think so. Black Bess is sure-footed, and Fred's the prince of good drivers." . Flushing with pleasure, ai his fath er's praise, Fred hurried out. "Here's that notice again, my dear," said Mr. Goldthwaite, addressing his wife, "to the heirs of James Coburn. I made inquiries about it, and there's a snug little fortune awaiting them, if they can only be found." "I wish they could," replied his wife, earnestly; "poor, dear Ellen, I wonder if she is living! It seems eo strange, I should have lost all traco of her, so en tirely; and wo were like dear sisters once. I wish you'd give the matter some at tention, Charles." ... "I will; I'll hunt them up yet. Never fear, my dear." Mr. Goldthwaite returned to his pa per, and his wife to her work. But in a little while, there came a shrill tink ling of sleighbells, and Flora rushed in, exclaiming, "Oh, Mamma! hero's Fred back again. Something's the matter." All hands hurried to the piazza, lhe sleigh was at the gate. Fred leaped out, and, taking something in his arms, has tened through tha driving snow. "Why, it's a child," screamed the girls. ' ' I found her right beyond the bridge," exclaimed Fred, quite out of breath. "Black Bess" shied, and the reins broke, and I jumped out, and there she lay in the snow. - Mother, I hope she's not dead." Mr. Goldthwaite took the little, snowy form from his son, and carried it into the warm sitting-room. "Lay her on the lounge, Charles; and, Flora, ring for Jane, and order hot blankets. Poor, little waif, I wonder who she can be." The Christmas merriment was all hushed, and for an hour Mrs. Gold thwaite and Jane worked earnestly. At last, Nellie opened her eyes. The room was warm, and bright, ana luxurious. In one corner stood a glittering Christ mas tree. She looked from one object to another, and a sudden smile lit her white face. "This is Heaven," she said, softly, and, oh! where is Mamma?" Mrs. Goldthwaite bent down and kiss ed her, her tears falling. "No. dear, is is not Heaven. But you are with kind friends who will take tho best care of you." For a minute the child looked troub led. Then she tried to rise. "I must go on, I want to get to Graf ton and try to find Mr. Goldthwaite." "Why, my dear, there is Mr. Gold thwaite, and I am his wife. Were you coming to see us?" Nellie's eyes widened, and her little face brightened again. "I am so glad. Are vou Mrs. Gold thwaite? Mrs. Alice Goldthwaite?" "Yes, dear." "Then I've a letter for you. Mamma wrote it before she died, and I've kept it so long." Nellie struggled, up, and drew forth the worn letter from her bosom. The lady took it eagerly, tore it open, read a line or two, and then caught the child in her arms. "Oh! Charles, come here!" she cried. "Read this letter! She is poor Ellen Coburn's child. She was coming to us. Mr. Goldthwaite read the letter with lawyer-like precision ; then he held out his hand to Nellie. - "Yon come just in the nick of time, my dear," he said, genially, "and have saved me the trouble of hunting you up. There's a fortune waiting for you, my little girl. Do you know you are an heiress?" Nellie made no answer; sho turned to the lady and put her arms about her neck. "Will yoa be my second mother?" she asked, her eyes filling. "Mamma said you would; and I'm so tired, and I want a mother so bad." Indeed, I will," cried Mrs. Gold thwaite. "You're loving mother. You shall never be tired or sad again, my little Nell. Children, come here, and kiss your new little sister." The girls came willingly, but Fred, flashing to the roots of his curly hair, hurried out of tho room. "Well, I can't go tr Grafton for the Tudor girls, to-night," he said. "But hurrah for Christmas Eve!" "Hurrah for Christmas Eve,"chimed in papa, and the happy house fairly rang. Years and years after, it was Christ mas Eve again. The hallowed day never grows old; no matter how often it returns to us, it always brings Peace and Good Will. The Goldthwaite home was in ablaze of light. Papa sat in his arm-chair, sil ver threads on his brow. Mamma was busy with the Chistmas cheer. Fred, a tall, bo whiskered young fel low, his father's junior partner, made his way into the drawing room, where Nellie sat at the piano. "I say, Nellie, haven't you a Christ mas gift for me ?" She looked up with a smile and a blush. "I've ever so many pretty things, Fred; but you're so hard to please." "Am I? Shall I tell you what I'd like to have, Nellie, above everything else in the world ?" "Yes, Fred," she said softly, her eyes drooping. "Well, I will. It is just seven years, since that Christmas Eve, when I found you down yonder in tho snow. Nell, I was a boy then, but I fell in love with you that night, and I love you yet. I want you, Nell, for my Christmas gift." Nellie answered not a word, but she held forth her slender, little baud, and the happy fellow caught it and carried it to his lips. And it was Nellie's happiest Christ mas Eve. Peier soft's Magazine for December. Tbe Sua Dance. FEABFUL TOBTCRE3 ENDURED WITH PA TIENCE BY YOUNO INDIAN WARBIOBS. At Camp Robinson, Spotted Tail agency, and at various other points em braced in the command of Gen. L. P. Bradley, of your city, may be seen many of the peculiar features of savage life, the "sun dance," and other reli gious ceremonies observed by the rem nants of what were formerly famous tribes. About half of Gen. Bradley's wards aro the wild fellows from the north who have always been at war with the whites until this year, and they have as yet all their wild customs and tastes. Some of them are strikingly handsome men even in their uncouth dress. Touch the Cloud, White Thun der, Spotted Tail, Washington, Black Coal and Yellow Bear are models of physical beauty in face and form, and a great number of the young men are very handsome; they would attract at tention in any company and in any dress. Your correspondent went out in Crazv Horse's village last month to see the "sun dance" performed. This is a re ligious affair, and the ceremonies con sist of various tortures, such as cutting gashes in the arms and breast, and dancing under the hot sun till the vic tims are exhausted or faint under the trial. They are prepared for these ex ercises by three days of rigid fasting, not being allowed to taste food or drink for that time. The chief actors in the dance wero prepared for it by having a knife run through the thick muscles of the breast, and a strong wooden skewer inserted. To this was tied a strong buckskin rope of about fifty feet long, the ropes all being fastened to a pole set in the center of the dancing ground. At a (riven signal all tho dancers go at it, and more honest and vigorous danc ing you never saw. Those tied to the pole have to tear out the skewers fast ened in their breasts, and this is of course tho greatest trial of all, and it can only be done by throwing the whole weight of the body on the pole until the flesh gives way. One of the victims fainted dead away before he could free himself from the rope, and some of his friends immediately tore it out to save him from disgrace, the In dian law being rigid that any one who fails to bear the trial of having the rope torn out is forever a squaw and not a warrior: During'these performances the Indian drums are beaten furiously and loud whistles are blown to keep up the courage of tne dancers, wmie tne mothers, sisters and sweethearts of the sufferers stand near and sing their praises in plaintive songs. The Indians treated their visitors politely and even hospitably. We took coffee with them atid ate fried cake, declining the stewed dos which was offered with them. New Haven Register. The London correspondent of a coun try paper asks: "Why will clergymen be so funny ? At St. Andrew's, Holborn, a stranger read the evening prayers He was an elderly man and made a good many pauses. W hen he came to give out the hymn, he named tho number and then made a very long pause in deed. The organist thought it was only one of the ordinary rests; so the clergy man, after waiting a long time, added: 'O, Paradise! I can't seo without my spectacles.' " A Manltus, Onandaga county (N. Y) farmer writes that last fall he sowed twenty acres to wheat, applying, 225 bushels of damaged salt, and this season he has harvested from the same land 1,120 bushels of fine wheat, averaging forty bushels to the acre. He keeps eight horses, twent-five cows, a large flock of sheep and forty-seven hogs, and believes in genuine grain-growing, stock-raising husbandry. A sign on a Rochester street reads, "Joseph Amborn." We do not wish to deny the assertion, but we object to the grammar of it. Rochester Democrat. Scratches In Horses. The causes of scratches in horses are all agencies that induce irritation in the skin of the heels or pastern; standing in wet straw-yards, among decomposing manure or its liquid drainings, stand ing with wet, muddy limbs after work; standing in snow or snow water; cur rents of cold air striking the heels; ir ritant ammoniacal from decomposing dung or urine, washing the heels with caustio soap; the irritation caused by parasites on the heels; working on roads where the limbs sink in deep mud and spatter it over them; the irritation caused by the short, bristly hair after the heels have been clipped; swelled legs, caused by long standing in deep litter; by weakness of the circulation, diseas ed heart, liver or kidneys, or by sprains or other injuries to the limbs; irritation of the skin in connection with heating, food and lack of exercise; and finally, some unknown constitutional tendency may all in .different cases become causes of scratches. In seeking a cure, the first thing is to ascertain the active causo of disease, and remove it. In the great majority of cases this will be found to be a local irritant; but whatever it is, its discovery and abatement is essential to a perma nent cure. Next, attention must be given to soothe the irritated skin; and when there is much heat and tender ness, a poultice may be necessary. A linseed meal poultice, with a weak so lution of sugar of lead poured over its surface, will be as good as any. When heat and tenderness have been subdued, any free discharge (grease) may be checked by wrapping in cloths, wet with a solution of half an ounce of sul phate zinc, half a drachm of chloral hydrate, and five ounces of glycerine in a quart of water. When the dis charge has ceased, and there remains but the somewhat raw, scabby eruption, smear daily with bruzoated oxide of zinc ointment. Eooil for Fowls. A writer to the New York Herald says: "li hens are rightly cared lor they should pay from 200 to 300 per cent. profit as layers. They must not be stinted as to space, nor too many kept together. If confined allow at least a square rod to each fowl. Imitate as closely as possible the condition of the hen in summer, and supply by artificial means the wants which nature supplies in warm weather; and hens will lay in winter. Let the floor of the hen house be of dry earth, with a box of dirt and ashes for their sand bath. Keep their quarters clean by removing their drop pings at least three times a week. Give free ventilation. Supposing your hens to be in good condition and health wTien they commence laying, give them the proper food to keep them so. Buck wheat and wheat are the best grains, although for variety other grain must be given. Give cooked food in various ways every day. Much is excellent, as also fresh meat and scraps from the kitchen. Two or three times a week give fresh bones and ground bones, with gravel and broken oyster shells al ways within reach. Apples, cabbage, turnips and onions, raw or cooked, will be relished. The later in lifej a pullet commences to lay the longer she will continue to lay, und the greater will be the unformity in the size of her eggs. A good Houdan hen will average from 100 to loO eggs a year; but to average that a flock must have good care. Thick sour milK or outxermiiK is an excel lent article of diet through the heated 6eason. The Houdans are very prolific, and will stand a great deal of cold, but they must be kept dry. The Plymouth Rocks aro almost constant layers, and bear confinement well. Their eggs are largo and very even in size. Although their frame is not so large as the Brah- mas. they are more plump and fatten readily. Plants Newly 1'otted. 1'lants re moved from the open ground and placed in pots should not receive too much care at first. All they wish at this season is to be left alone. Use only light turfy loam, with a very little well-rotted manure, sucn as may ue louna m an old hot bed. Spread out the roots in a natural position, and never cram them into the pot in a jumbled mass Press the soil iu firmly, jarring the pot occasionally to assist in settling the contents. Water thoroughly at first but very sparingly thereafter, until the plants show signs of growth. Place in a cool shady spot until it is evident al danger irom removal is past, tnen m ure them to the sun by gradual changes A certain amount oi common sense is needed to grow a variety of plants sue cessfully. While the calla lily needs a copious supply of water during the growing season, the cactus at this sea la"! - son lives on wnat it nas stored away during the past summer. Rather err on the side of too little water than too much. Now is the time to trim in our plants that are to be used for winter decoration. Perform this with an eye to Jhe future eymmetry of the speci men, thinning out the dense growers, and cutting back those inclined to be open. An Old Florist. The Bottom of the Sea from a Bal loon. The most enthusiastic advocates of ballooning would have hesitated to declare that " submarine surveys were within the province of the aeronaut. Such, however, is the case, since M Duruof and his companion, going up in a balloon on the 25th of last August, at Cherbourg, and being at an altitude of 5,000 feet, were amazed to see beneath them, with startling distinction, every rock, fissure, and depression at the bottom of the sea. And yet, the sea op posite Cape Levy, where the aerial voy agers obtained this bird's-eye view, has an average depth of abovo 200 feet. So limpid did the water appear that the un- der-currents were perceptible, while nothing would have been easier than to sketch or map the bottom of the sea. Chambers' Journal. The Outgoing Senators of 1879. The fall elections are over, and the results of them in several States that are to choose new United States Senators, or re-elect new ones, ara in a majority of instances known. The Senators to be displaced or reseated are Spenoer of Alabama, Dorsey of Arkansas, Sargent of California, Ferry of Connecticut, Conover of Florida, Gordon of Georgia, Oglesbv of Illinois, Voorhees of Indi ana, Allison of Iowa, Ingalls of Kansas, McCreery of Kentucky, Deanis of Maryland, Armstrong of Missouri, Jones of Nevada, Wadleigh of New Hampshire, Conkling of New York, Merrimon of North Carolina, Matthews of Ohio, Mitchell of Oregon, Cameron of Pennsylvania, Patterson of South Carolina, and Morrill of Vermont. Of the States named, Alabama, Arkansas, California, Florida, Ohio, and South Carolina will, in all probability, elect Democrats to the seats now occupied by Republicans. Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Nevada, New Hampshire and Vermont reelect Republicans. Leaving these States doubtful or partially so: Con necticut, NewYork, Oregon and Penn Pennsylvania. Here will be a gain of six votes to the Democrati from the Republican side; none, positively, to the Republicans from the Democratic; with five Democratic seats reassured, and six Republican. Ia some of the States, California included, the election will be the coming winter; in others,' where there are animal elec tions, not until a year later. Hold-over State Senators are of great consequence in a United States Senatorial contest, especially if there is no particularly formidable political adverse majority. California has more than once known it to be tho case; and the recent electiona in New York and Pennsylvania were conductod xis vigorously as they were, more for tho purpose of securing hold overs, than for the success of a mere State ticket. That the Democrats are to have tha control of the United States Senate from 1S79 to 1881 is certain, and then what? Will both parties keep on their good behavior, in the meantime ? . The Beds of Antiquity. About the earliest data that wo have concerning beds, are of Egyptian origin, and they are very slight. Sir. Gardner Wilkin son thinks that the Egyptians usually slept on their day couches, which were long and straight, sometimes with a back, sometimes with carving at tne heads and feet of animals at the ends, made of bronze, of alabaster, of gold and ivory, of inlaid wood, and richly cushioned. "Where these were not in use, mats replaced them, or low pallets' made of palm boughs, with a wooden pillow hollowed out for the head. What Egypt had, the Assyrian and the rest of the world had. and the Greet, - whenever he could, improved upon other countries notions, and the Greek couch; judging from the bas reliefs on many vases, was of great elegance. The Romans, although receiving so many of their customs and so much of their art from Greece, had very simple beds until after their Eastern conquests. Indeed beds which, with their pillows, were merely hollows in a slab of stone, have been found among Roman re mains. But from the period when their Asi atic dominion increased, the Romans borrowed fashions from the conquered, and they developed a strong taste for luxury, especially in the matter of beds. Examples of the Koman form ol uea9 were still preserved in the days of Charlemagne. In the meantime of course, in the barbaric life of uorthern and western Europe, these forms generally being lost, it was an advance in civilization when the bench became the bed, and people were fastidious enough at least to feel abovo sleeping on tnin bundles oi straw or heaps of skins upon flags. The Change of Climate in Ecbope, A Swedish paper just received pub lishes an interesting article under the heading "Why is the Climate of Europe Growing Colder?" The article states that in the Bay of Komenok, near Kome, in Greenland, f ossil'and very char acteristic remains of palm and other trees have been discovered lately, which tend to show that in these parts form erly a rich vegetation must have exist ed. But the ice period of the geolo gists arrived, and, as a consequence of the decreasing temperature, this fine vegetation was covered w ith ice and snow. The sinking in the temperature, which moved in a southerly direction, as can be well proved by geological data, that is, the discovery of fossil plants of certain species, seems to be going on in our days also. During the past few years the ice has increased far toward the south, thus between Greenland ana the Artie Sea colossal masses of ice have accumulated. On European coasts nav igators now frequently find ice in lati tudes where it never existed before dur ing the summer months, an the cold reigning upon the Scandinavian penin sula this summer results from the inass-e-j of ice which are floating in the re gion where the gulf stream bends tow ard our coasts. This is a repetition ot the observations made in the cold sum mer of 1S65. The unaccustomed vicin ity of the3e masses of ice has rendered the climate of Iceland so cold that corn no longer ripens there, and the Ice landers, in fear of a coming famine and icy climate, begin to found a new home in North America. Nature. The monster 100-ton cannon have been recently so improved that the Ital ian Government intends to try some new ones, which it has ordered from English manufacturers, with a charge of 470 pounds of powder and a projec tile weighing 2,280 pounds, or a little more than a ton. The metallurgists are busy making a composite plate, in which steel and iron are combined, for the purpose of resisting, when used as tar gets, the projectiles from these cannon. i ;-1 H il I. n '(i C0TJRT3SY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY, ttt -nrmc T TV nv P. M .TTO'RNT A .