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, / THE TRIBUNE. V * jf.r * . ?i?l V<^.T--NO. 37. BEAUFORT,. S. C., AUGUST 4, 1875. $2.50 PER ANNUM: 1 ." orsW IfnaniM bol^o-. A .. *? ? "the Dying Troopor. 8toady, boyfOttfeftdy 1 koop your arms ready! Qod only knows who wo may meet hero ; Don't let me be taken 1 I'd rather awaken i To-morrow in?no matter whore, Than to lie in that foul prison hole over there. Step slowly I speak lowly 1 Those rocks may have life ! Lay mo down in tills hollow; Wo are out of the strife. By hcavdns1! tho fooman may track me in blood, ' i ^ For this holo in my breaet Is outpouring a flood ; No ! no iurgeon. for me?ho can give me no aid ; ?*"? 0 The surgeon I want is a pickaxe and spade ; What ! Morris, a tear V Why, shame of thee, man ; 1 thought you a horo ; but since you've began To whimper aud cry, liko a girl in her teens, By George ! I don't know what in thunder it means. ^ Woll, well, I am rough?tie a very rough school, This life of a troOper t but yet I'm no fool! I know a bravo man, and a friend from a foe ; And boys that yen love mo, I very woll know. But wasn't it grand I When they camo down the hill, over ploughing and n&iid V But we stood, did wo not, liko immovable rook ? 1 Unheeding their halls, and repelling their shock ? Bid you mind that loud cry, when, as turning to 11 y, Our men sprang upon thorn, determined to dio ? Oh ! wasn't it grand ? God help tlio poor wretches who foil in that fight ; No time woe there given for prayer or for flight. They fell by tho score, in tho crash hand to hand, . < t Aiul they mingled their blood with the slough intr anu saud. ... Huzza ! ! Good heavens ! Jtila bullet-holo gajis like the grave, ) A curse ou tUc aim of a traitorous knave 1 Is tbore never a one of yo knows bow to pray ? ? Pray ! pray! " Our Fatbor, our Father!" Wby dou't you proceed ? Can't you see I am dying? great Qod bow 1 i'C i \.l. - Ebbing away, ebbing away? The bgbt of the day is turning to gray! Pray ! pray ! Our Father in heaven?boys toll me tbo rest, While I staunch the hot blood from this hole in my breast. There is something about a forgiveness of sin? Put that in?put that hi?and then I'll follow your words, and say an " Amen." Here, Morris, old fellow, get hold of my hand, Ami Wilson, my comrade, oh, wasn't it grand Whou they came down the hill like a tliundoroliargod cloud, And were scattered like mist by that bftivo little crowd ? Where's Wilson? my comrade? bore stoop down your bead t Can't you say & short prayer for the dying and dead ? " Christ, Qod ! who died toi sinners all, Here Thou this nnnnliiutl. ? - , , a v,.jr i Let not o'en this p. or sparrow full, Unheeded by Thy grace.nu eye. Throw wide Thy gatos to let him in, And take him, pleading, to Thy arms, Forgive, O Lord! hie life-long bin, And quiet all hits fierce alarms." God bloes you, my comrade, for binging that hymn ; It in light to my path, when my sight has grown dim ; I am dying?bend down 'till I touch you once moro, Don't forget me old fellow?God prosper this war ; Confusion to enemies?keep hold of my hand? And float our dear flag o'er a proeporous land. A WOMAN AFTER ALL. ' Take off that hideous bonnet, Dorothy. I want to sec you sweet little face without it." ? "Thou shouldfit not speak so, Charles. It is very wrong." "Why, little Dorothy? Tell me why?" " Thou knowest favor is deceitful and beauty is vain. We ought to bear our testimony aguinst the vanity of personal looks." Ougiit wo '( Then toll mo -why it pleased Providence to make you so beautiful, my small cousin?" . " Hush, Charles. I will not permit thee to speuk to me iu this manner." And Dorotliv Hicks, the littlo Quakeress, put on her gravost air, and struggled valiantly to turn the corners of her mouth down when they wanted to turn up* "Don't look so serious, littlo girl. t Yon positively alarm me." And Charles Mnynard burst into a merry laugh that echoed through the poplar trees in the old garden. " Now, tell me, Dorothy ?I insist upon knowing, and, as a member of your family, I consider that I have the Tight to be infurmod?aro you going to marry Broadbrim ?" "Friend Epliraim is an estimable man, Charles. Thou must not speak of him thus." "Look, Dorothy. There he is. I will quote no proverbs, but the 'rim of his hat turned the corner just as I spoke. L Now don't look as if you intended to go W bock to the house, for you are not going. f Z'll tell you a secret, When Z was down by tho river this morning I found a boat witli a tempting pair of oars lying in it, and I made up mv mind tlwit Dorothy Hicks and her wicKod, worldly cousin from the iniquitous city of Now York woro going for a row in that very boat this ovening." " It is Neighbor Hancock's boat." " Ho will let us have it ?" " Y-o-s. But, Charles, I fear that it is my duty "? " No, it isn't. You know you don't want to spend this lovely evening iu tho house entertaining Broadbrim, and you do want to go aud watch tho sunset on the river with me." Dorothy looks doubtfully toward tho house and wishfully toward tho .river. "' Fomme qui hesito est perdue,' Dorothy, which means if wo don't hurry, Graycoat will como out and catch us." Charles takes Dorothy's hand in his, and in a moment they are on their way to tho shore. " But, Charlop, seo that cloud in the Bouth. If there were to bo a storm I" " But there will not. Come, jump in." Tho oars aro lifted into tho rowlocks, Dorothy takes the management of tho rudder into hor little hands, and soon f.ltnv nrn rrliilinr* nrnv MKV {suvuu^j VIVA UUU OUlUV/bU Din HIW of tho water, leaving a track of silvery bubbles behind them. It is a lovely evening. Tho misty shadows of twilight are gathering in tho east and in tho west; tho clouds, blood-red and purple, aro casting a rosy light all over tho broad river ; a fresh breeze is blowing round their faces ; and waves splash against tho sides of their little boat like low monotonous mnsio. Charles is talking about his city home, telling Dorothy about tho aunt and cousins sho has not seen for a long time, and amusing her with stories of his college days, and his efforts to mako his way in lus profession, which at first wcro so unsuccessful. Neither of them notices that tho breeze grows every moment stronger and froehor, and that the dark cloud in the south has spread over the horizon, and is covering it with darkness. Presently a low muttering growl of thunder startles them from the dveain into whioh they have fallen. "Turn back, Charles, turn back!" screams Dorothy. "The storm is on us I" But thero is no turning back. Tlioy have been rowing with the tido. Tho river is very wide, and the increasing force of the waves and tho wind together is so strong that when they attempt to turn about the water rushes into tho tiny boat. Both faces grow pale in tho murky light as they see their danger. " It is impossible; you cannot do it." "Tell mo, Dorothy, what is that dark object just ahead ?" " It is a ledge of rocks, but when the tide comes in from tlio sea it will be covered;" and witli a low moan Dorothy sinks down from her seat and covers her face with hor hands. " We will try and land there. The tide will not turn for an hour." The effort is successful. The ledge is reached, and Charles carries Dorothy to the highest roek, and lays her gently down. "My love, my little love," he cries, kissing her helpless hands, " have I killod you?" "Stop !" she ories. "Listen! There is a boat. It is coming to ns." Dorothy is upon her knees, and a wild cry of thanksgiving comes from hor lips. Ephroim Ford has followed them. The heavy boat with its single occupant is strong onough to resist tho waves, and as he uears they go down to meet him. "Back!" ho cries; "I will not tako but one of you. It is not safe." The grim Quaker, with his stern, emotionless faco, wrenchen away the slender hands that cling to Charles, and clasping Dorothy tightly in his arms, lays her at his own feet in the bottom of his boat. No word is spoken until they reach the opposite shore. Then ho takes her up again and carries her to tho near J. n..i 1?i xv- v t ?Mb uniiur iinb upon but) oenci). As tlioy stand within the shelter of the little cabin, Dorothy looks at him with wild eyes, mid a cry of torture issues from her white hps. "Go back I go back I You will go back for him ?" "Go back for your elegant city lover, whose ignorant carelessness had cost you your life but for me ?" Dorothy falls on her knees and grasps his cold hand in an agony of ontreuty. " Go back I go back !" "Promisomo first thnt you will not mi#ry him. Swear it as the world's people do." Thon he takes her hand and holds it up to hoaveu, irnd waits for the oath. Dorothy's lips move, but no sound comes. She has fainted. The fisher-wife takes the unconscious ohilil and lays her on her own bed, and Epliraim Ford goes upon his errend of mercy with murder in his heart. The storm has lulled for a moment. It comes on so gradually, stopping every now aud then as if to make the earth believe that it were doubtful of its powers. The tempest knows its strength and can ji :i ivuuiu IU WUll. Epliraim looks at tlio aky. It is atill red in the west, tlio waves- are rising steadily, but bia strongly built boat, directed by his powerful strongtli, chu yet make its way through them. Then) ia yot plenty of time ; tho tide will uot turn for half on hour. Ephraiin fights his battle with temptation, and wins tho victory, for twenty minutes later tho sturdy boat plows its way back to the shore, and two silent men struggle against tho wind np tho beach to tlio fisherman's hut. Dorothy is waiting for them. He outstretched arms would wind themselves about both, but tho stern, fixed look in Ephraim's eyes restrains her, and Charles turns from her and fixes lus glanes upon the ground. It is ft terrible moment for Dorothy. Sho knows that they both love her, and sho shivers at tho suffering she sees in both faces. Then sho remembers the oath sho did not speak, and a wild sort of terror takes possession of her soul. Sho speaks at last, and tries to thank Ephraim for tho service ho has done them. " Sparo mo thy gratitude, Dorothy," he commands, in tlio slow, solemn tone peculiar to his people. * I know I have done thee a service. I would not hear of it again. I tried to mako theo swear au oath, Dorothy ; I am glad it was not spoken. Toll mo now, though, dost thou love this young man ? Wilt thou forswear thy religion, forsake tho faith of thy forefathers, and become one of tho world's people ?" Dorothy's eyes looked toward Charles with muto appeal. " He has saved both our lives, dear," answers tho younger man, in reply to her glance, 'and ho in worthy of your love." Then his eyes Book the ground again. Ho has rccoivcd his life from this man's hands, and now ho will speak no word to rob him of his dearest treasure. "Speak, Dorothy," Ephraim ropcats. " It is for yon to chooso." Dorothy's voice is choked with tenrs, and her breast shaken with sobs, as sho answers: " It is very, very wicked of me, Ephraim, but I love him so I" Then sho stretches out her helpless hands, and the sweet lips whisper : " Charles." Only a singlo word, bnt it decides her life. In a moment sho is in her lover's arms, and for tho second timo that night unconscious. The nobler man of the two goes unheeded out into the storm to conquer his hdartocho alone. Up in the Mountains. Tho highest point in the world whero arrangements are made for scientific observations is tho summit of Pike's [>eak. There, 14,36G feet abovo tho ovel of the sea, is a rudely constructed stono house, whero live three men, tho observing sergeant and his two assistants. During seven months of the year these men aro shut off from all intercourse with other human beings. Eurly in November they house themselves, and live on the provisions they have stored up and the meats they have buried in tho Bnow. When the atmosphcro is in a proper condition for the telegraph to work, sorno scraps of nows are obtained, but they cannot reach tho world below nor the world get to them. The observations made from this lofty point are sent to almost every onlightcned European nation. Tho station was established hero in August, 1873, the special object being to learn something about tho upper currents of tho atmosphere. Tho principal instruments used are tuo barometer, thermometer, hygrometer, anemometer, and the rain-gnngo. One of the moat remarkable phenomena seen on Pike's peak is tho oleetric storm. A correspondent of tho New York Tribune recently visited tho summit signal station, and to him Mr. Brown, tho observing sergeant, thus describes these storms: Thoy gouerally begin with hail, and last from half an hour to four hours. Tho whole atmosphere is full of electricity. Sheets of firo are everywhere. Sparks crackle about your clothes and in your hair, and fill tho butfalo robes and the. bedding. The electricity comes through tho roof, tlirough tho windows, and up from the floor. It seems as though you are in a battery. If you go out d< ore, a cloud of electricity rests on tho whole peak. It comes from tho rocks; the clouds nro full of it. The lightning plays below in fearful inten sny ~ * ' uno s nnir literally stands on fiiul. Mr. Brown also stated that ho had seen tho frosts a foot deep all over tlio summit, on windows, doors, roots, and particularly on metals. Sometimes it gathers on tho telegraph wires to the depth of eight inches, and frequently breaks tho wiro and stops communication. Such are somo of the features of life on Pike's peak. The Cathedral at Cologne. Of all Gothic bxiildings, the plan of tho cathedral at Cologne is tho most stupendous; even ruin as it is, it cannot fail to oxeito surprise and admiration. Tho legoml concerning its plan may not bo known to every one. It is reiateu of the inventor of it, that iu despair of finding a plan sufficiently great, ho was walking ono day by the rivor, sketching with his stick upon tho sand when ho finally hit upon one which pleased him so much that ho exclaimed : "That shall be tho plan." " I will show you one better than that!" said a voice behind him, and a certain black gentleman, who figures in many German logemlH, stood by liim and pulled from his pocket a roll containing tho present plan of tho cathedral. Tho architect, amazed at its grandeur, asked an explanation of mery parti As ho knew his soul was to bo tho price of it, ho occupied himself, while tl o devil was explaining, in committing its proportions carefully to memory. Having done tliis, ho remarked it did not plcaso him, and ho would not tnko it. Tho dovU, seeing through the cheat, oxclaimed in his rago : " You may build your cathedral ne cording to this plan, but you slu.U never finish it. This prediction seems likely to be v.ri fiod, for though it was ooiuau need in 12-48 and continued tw lmt.djod and fifty years, only tho nrvo .u;.' .-heir and ono towor to half it a prop* ? height aro finished. The "Fever Tree." Tho eucalyptus, or blue-guru trco of Australia, was discovered by a French i scientist, Laliillardiero, who visited Van ! Dicmnn's JLand in 1792. Tho groat sizo and beauty of tho trco soon gavo it a i>laco in tho botanical gardons of Europe, ts medicinal qualities, howovor, for which it is now so famous, do not seem to havo become known until about thirty years ago. Tho colonists of Tasmania used it for a great variety of purposes, but wero ignorant of its power as an antiseptic. This was apparently discovered in Spain. In 1860 tho neighborhood of tho city of Valentin was planted with tho eucalyptus. A marked ira- 1 provoinont hi the healthfulness of tho < locality followed. The Spaniards forth- : with dubbed it the "fever tree." It was soon afterward introduced into 1 Algeria, tho climato of which seemed ' especially adapted to it. It may bo i fairly said to bo naturalized tliero, at ' tho Cape of Good Hope, in tho La Plata States of South America, and in California. After a trial for many years in southern France, it has failed, as a rule, to bocome hardy, or to suck up and destroy tho poisonous vapors of tho swamps hi which it was planted. Tho fow dozen specimens planted within tho walls of Kome are nearly all alive, but very fow of them are vigorous. Witliin a year or two tho Trappist monks at tho Tro Fontano convent liavo sot out largo plantations of tho trees, and aro tending them with tho utmost euro. This may be fairly looked upon as a decisive experiment. Tho placo known as tho Tro Fontane?tho Three Fountains?lies soiue miles south of Home, and is tho seat of a magnificent monastery. Yet its climate is so deadly that tho splendid buildings, rich in mosaics, marbles and frescoes, aro wholly deserted during the summer. Trying to livo in them then would bo certain death. If tho blue-gum treo makes tho Tro Fontano healthy, it can bo relied on to do tho same work anywhere else. Its record as an antiseptic and disinfectant is already a good one. Tho districts in which it is indigenous aro healthy, and those into which it has been transplanted and in which it has thriven havo b?como healthy. A fow miles from tho city of Algiers thero was a farm which was noted for its deadly fevers. Lifo on it in July was almost impossible. In the spring of 18G7 thirtcon hundred eucalyptus were planted there. They wcro nine foot high by the next July, and not a caso of fover ap poarcd. Nor has ono appeared since. Near Constantino, Algeria, there were vast Rwarvms. never ilrv even in tlio lint tost summers, and productive of violeut periodic fevors. About fourteen thousand eucalyptus trees dried up overy square foot of swamp and killed the fovor. Maison Carree, near llonosch, was once a great market "for quinine. The demand for that drug has ceased sinco tlio bluo-gum treo was planted thero. Mercantile books aro said to show a similar deeliuo in tho amount of quinino consumed in Mexico and Cuba of lute, and a similar cause is given for it. A very unhealthy railroad station in the department of Var, southern Franco, has been made healthy by a grovo of forty of these remarkublo trees. A Touching Story, Tho reason for the friendship to tho white raco of Spotted Tail is mado known to tho public as follows: Some years ago the family of this chief wero living at Fort Laramie, garrisoned at that timo by companies of an Ohio volunteer cavalry regiment. One member of tho family was tho chief's favorite (laughter, a girl just entering upon her womanhood. Tho girl foil violently in love with one of tho Ohio officers, a line looking young fellow, who did all ho could to convince lior that her affection was foolish and hopeless. Day after day she hung around his quarters, waiting hours to catch sight of him, and perfectly happy if only able to follow him about. It puzzled her that she, a princess, was not able to win tho lovo of this young soldier. At length her father learned how matters stood, and coming for her, sent her away among friends in tho ltocky mountains. Thero sho gradually pined away till finally tho chief was summoned to receive her dying message. When ho reached her side sho urged him for his own sake and for tho sako of his people to bo at peace with tho whites. This messago given, sho died. Her father had hor body conveyed to Laramio and buried among the pale faces. Spotted Tail often speaks of ins cteiui uaugnter, ami ouco 111 a groat council with tho whites said: "Wore not tho hopelessness of resistanco and tlio dictates of policy sulHeient to re strain mo from acts of war, tho pledge I mado my dead child in her dying hour would cause 1110 to keep at peaoo with your children." An Economical .Mourner. A gentleman drossod in all-black presented himself, one day, at the box oflico of the Theater Comiquo, in Paris. "Madam," said ho to the ticket agent, with tears in his eyes, "I wish a box in order to placo therein tho body of my wife at the moment when tho 'llcquiom' of M. Verdi is played." "Why," cried" tho stupefied ticket agent, " is your wife dead ?" " Yes ; I lost her yesterday, and I thought that a roquiom would cost mo less hero than at tho church ; and then" would permit mo to hear the work of M. Verdi." A Canadian can lend you his newspaper by mail to tho States for one cent postage, but it will cost the States four oeuts.to return it to him over tho uauio route. How One Man Defied a Mob. Somo newspaper has lately unearthed i story of mob law in Henry county, Kentucky, in 1859, a story which will boar condensation and which -should go down to posterity, describing an example to bo imitated and a scene to be immortalized. In 1859 there resided in the county named several brothers bearing the name of Henry, one of whom was charged with murder. Ho was acquitted upon trial, but the mob was dissatisfied with tho verdict and demanded that not only tho man charged with tho orimo but all his brothers should leavotho country. Ono of tho brothers thus unjustly banned was slow to leave, and in conserpienco was assailed, being shot at and uarrowly escaping with his life. His wifo nnd children were afterward taken to him by a young man named Hunly. Then tho mob demanded that Hunly should leavo tho region. Hunly wentto bis house nnd told his aged paronts of tho situation. Thoy decided not to oboy tho mob and barricaded tho house. On tho noxt day the mob camo, twenty men and numbers of respectable citizens who daro not resist. The mob rode up to tho houso and demanded tho body of young Hunly. The old mother appeared at a window and replied that her son had committed no offense; he had simply aided an innocent woman and her lin wnnlfl nnf. Kn /Irixron a# tho county like a crimiual; she and her husband were prepared to die with him. Then she bowed aud retired. Tho mob crowded forward, but there was n man among tho spectators to bo heard. As tho old mother ceased talking, ho come forward with tears on his face, and said: " Of all fortunes in life there is nothing liko its fortunate ending. A man should bo esteomed fortunate who finds an answer to tho old Methodist prayer, ' Lord givo us a good time to get out of the world.' I may livo a hundred years without finding another opportunity to so happily end my life. I am blessod ! My prayer is answered I I will die with these people !" Then drawing his pistol, tho man (his namo was Pollard) placed his back to the door and his face to the mob. Tho effect was grand. Hesitating citizens, lacking but tho nerve to oppose ruffianism, rushed to Pollard's support. Tho mob fled for their lives before the desperate resolve of the men before them, and Huuly and his family were saved. Pollard'suame is still a synonym for bravo mauhood in Henry county, and his glorious example has don? not a little good. Could a grander Hpeech be conceived than this brief one of Bix cloan sentences t And is not the story one to become immortal? A Scone In tho Now York Police Court. " Johnson, tho officer says that you woro drunk, and that you haven't drawn a sober breatli for a week. How is that, Johnson ?" tho justice asjced of the next prisoner. " Yer honor," said Johnson, as he dropped one arm over tho rail and leaned back heavily on the policeman, who supported him by tho shoulder, " it's true. I'vo been drunk for a week, as you say, an' I haven't got a word to say to defend myself. I'vo been in this hero court, I guess, a hundred times before. an' overy time I'vo asked your honor to let me off light. But this timo I den't have no fear. You can send me up for ten days or you can send me up for ten years, it's all one now." As he spoke he brushed away a tear with his hat; and when he paused ho coughed a dry, racking cough, and drew Ins tattered coat closer about his throat. "When I went up before," ho continued, " I always counted tho days an' tho hours till I'd come off. This time I'll count the blocks to tho Potter's Field. I'm almost gone, judge." tx~ ,1 I1U ptllirK'll UUU 1UU&CU UUWU IAJ liia almost shoeless fetet. "When I was a little country boy," he went on, " my mother used to say to me: ' Charlie, if you want to bo a man' never touch liquor;' an' I'd answer: ' No, mother, I never will.' If I'd kept tliat promise, you an' mo wouldn't have been so well acquainted, jndgo. If I could only bo a boy again for half a day. If I could go into the old sclioolhouse just once more, an' sco tlio boys an' girls as I used to seo them in the old days, I could lay right down an' die happy. But it's too late. Send mo up, judge. Mako it for ten days, or mako it for lifo. It don't mako no difference. Ono way would bo as short as tlio othor. All I ask now is to die alone. I'vo been in crowded tenements for years. If I can bo alono a little while beforo I go, I'll drop off contented." The shoulder of the muddy coat slipped from tlio policeman's hand, and tlio used-up man fell in a heap to tlio floor. Ho was carried to tlio little nwm behind tlio rail. His temples wore bathed, and his wrists were chafed. But it was no uso. Though his heart still beat, ho was fast going to join his schoolmates who have crossed tlio flood. Tlio shutters wore bowed, tlio door was cloied. He might die*contented, for he was left alone. s l-i r n..ll ri'I... n.. AUTice i?r j?iiii muni Advertising is ft great bother. It only brings iv lot of folks to your place of business. If tlioy want you, let them hunt you up. Then if you pet your namo in tho paper you will bo bored with drummers, and poople from tho country will call on you and you will have to show thoin poods, and like enough have to do up bundles for them, which will exhaust your stock so much that you will bo obligod to buy raoro poods, which is a great trouble. If you advortiso, too, it gives your plnco a reputation abroad ; folks will po there ami crowd you, and make it too lively. If you don't want to do anything, k??>p us still as you oau. A Soene of Derastatlon. The south of Franoe is at present ihe soene of a disaster such as we are quite unablo to picture to ourselves in this fortunate country. The terrors and horrors of an inundation, however faithfully depicted, have to the mind no practical existence; whereas the peasants of north Italy and of the south and east of France are with good reason appalled at the very mention of one of these sal am ities. The late floods in the neighborhood' of Toulouse have been even more fearful in their effects, in consequence of the suddenness with which they came upon the unsuspecting population. The heavy rains, coinciding in time with the meltin c of snow on the Pvrenees and thn Cevennes, loaded with an extraordinary burden the tributary streams wliioh flow from these mountains to the northwest, and, uniting with the Garonne, whose name they take, water the wonderfully fertile valley lying between Toulouse and Bordeaux. It is at the points where the several mountain torrents join one another that the result has been most terrible. Thus at Toulouse, just below the junction of the Garonne and the Ariege. a whole quarter has been submerged, 800 houses swept away, and 20,000 inhabitants turned adrift. At Moissoc, where the important River Tarn, swollen by two important tributjtfios, falls into the Garonne,the destruction is proportionately greater, a large part of the town being reported as actually hidden under the waters. In another small town, out of 400 hundred houses which it formerly contained, four qr five only are now said to be left standing. The destruction of crops and loss of farm Btook at this time of year may be to some extent imagined. Bnt the horror of the soene and tho loss of life which followed on this sadden catastrophe con only be realized by thoso who nave assisted at a similar spectacle. M. Edmoud About has endeavored to describe such a scene in a well known ohapter.pf " Madelon."., But tho present inundation seems not poly to have distanced all the descriptions of novolists, bnt to have surpassed in its murderous results all previous examples in Europe, 215 dead bodies having boon already found in St. Oyprioa alone. The Perfection of Diet* ' T# .11 ih. u* i-- MMi.i JLL mi UiU uutuurn^ uuuou O WU1U be successfol in getting such patrons as a man living at Onthbert, Ga., there'll be more money in the boarding house business than m cutting off coupons from some railroad bonds. The character of this Guthbert man oame to light recently through an advertisement in the newspapers, where it was proposed to furnish, for five dollars,' a recipe teaching one how to live on thirty-seven cents a week. The Outhbert.mau, now sixty-four years old, read the advertisement and became indignant, asserting it to be sheer extravagance for dite to spend so much a week, and making pubhe the fact that his own provisions cost him not to exceed ten dollars a year. His process is simple, and is published for tlie benefit of civilized humanity. He has not token a drink of liquor for over a quarter of a century : he never drank a cup of ooffee in his life, or ate a pound ef meat of any kind. He has no recollection of ever taking a dose of medicine or consulting a physician. He con walk fifteen or twenty miles as quickly as any young man in the country ; is a' man of family, and a model of moral and physical health. The secret of his diet is that it is plain oorn bread and water, a diet which ne asserts a man becomes accustomed to and will be thornntrlilv satisfied with. Hnoh a man is thin Georgia model, and each his advice. Undoubtedly ho is wise, too, but it is difficult imagining a pleasant sound in a dinner horn repeating day after day and year after year the same old story of corn bread and water. Depyi of the Great Lakes. There is a mystery about the American lakes. Lake Erie is only sixty or seventy feet deep ; bat Lake Ontario, which is 600 feet deep, is 280 feet below the tide-level of the ocean, or as low as most parts of the Gulf of St. Lawrence ; and the bottom of Lakes Huron, Michigan and Superior, although the surface is much higher, ore all from their vast depths on a level with the bottom of Ontario. Now as the discharge through the Detroit river, after following all the probable portion carried off by evaporation , does not appear by any means equal to the quantity of water which the three upper lakes receive. It has been oonjeeted that a subterranean river may run from Lake Superior, by the Huron, to Lake Ontario. This conjecture is not impossible, and aooonnts for the singular loot that salmon and herring are caught in all the lakes communicating with the St. Lawrence, but no others. As the falls of Niagara must have always existed, it would puzzle tho naturalist to say how theso flsli got into the upper lake without some subterranean river ; moreover, any periodical observation of the river would furnish a not improbable solution of the mysterious flux aiul reflux of tho lakes. Their Procession. A new trick has been devised for the advortisment of patent mowing and reaping machines. All the agents in a certain rango of territory club together, after a good day cf solos, givo a grand diunor to tho buyers, and arrange a procession through tho principal streets of n large town, in which the sold mncliinee play an important part. In place* whore it has been tried tho plait la said to attract as great a erowd as a circus. - . . 'a'*.f; v;|0