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The City of the Living. ?n a Iong-vanibhed nge, vrhose varied story No record has to-day So long ago expired its grief and glory, There flourished far away, In a broad realm wboso beauty passed all measure, A city fair and wido, Wherein tlio dwellers lived in peaco and plea euro And 11 ./ any died. Disease, and pain, and death, thoso etern marauders Thnt mar our world's fair (ace, jSever encroached upon the pleasant borders Of this bright dwelling place. *>v iour ot parting and no dread of dying Could ever enter there; No mourning for the lost, no anguished crying, Made auy fuce less fair. Without the city's wulls Death reigned as ever, And graves rose Bide by side; Within the peoplo laughed at hiB endenvor, And never any died. O boppiest of all Karth's favored places O blisa to dwell therein ! To live in the sweet light of loving fuccs And fear 110 grave between ! IV, J .L .1 ? 'J ?-? ?? -ctj ?<v uuuiu'uuiiiji ^ruwm^cuiu uuu cuiuci, Disputing Life's warm truth; Xo live on, never lonelier nor older, Kudiant in deathless youth. And hurrying from the world's romOtcst quarters A tide of pilgrims flowed Across broiul pl.iins mid over mighty waters To find Unit, blest nbode. And tbere they lived in happiness and plea* suro, And grow in power and pride, And did great deeds and laid up stores of treasure, Anil never any died. And many years rolled on and saw them striving With unabated breath; And other years still found and left them living, And gavo no hopo of death. Yet listen, hapless soul, whom angels pity, Craving a boon like this; Mark how tho dwellers of tho wondrous city Grew weary of their bliss. One and another who had been concealing The pain of life's lonjr "irall, Forsook their pleasant p.. ?es and came stealing Outside the city's wall, 'Craving with wish that brooked no more denying, Ca lnnrv HoH If Kaon npocaiul """ 1W wvv" The blessed possibility of dying? The treasure they had loet! Daily the current of rest-seeking moitals Swelled to a broader tide, '1U1 nono were left within the city's portals, And graves grew green outside. Would it be worth the having or the giving, The boon of endless breath ? Ah, for the weariness that comes of lining ' \ There is no cure but death ! Ours were, indeed, n, fate deserving pity Were that sweet rest denied; And few, methinks, would care to find the city Where never any died ! ?Elizabeth Akert Alien, Boiton Transcript. n AT AT* AQT A >3 nUTTITTTITJ UXXJUHUiUJ in U VJXbUiJX JL Uit The great clock of the court house Ajaccio had struck 5. From the windows of an apartment devoted to the use of the officers of the court, and in which three of them were at the time, lowering clouds could be seen, and the low rumbling of distant thunder was heard. "A storm is coming," said one. "We can say good by to our promenade." "Let us play whist to pass the time between this and dinner," suggested another. "Will T7A11 rn ol'/Q Ann nf An* novfir M. Calabasta ?" asked the third of an elderly lawyer who had just entered. "No, I never play, never," said the newcomer in a solemn tone. "What, have you foresworn play?" "Yes, you have recalled to my mind a gloomy incident in my career. Listen to me, young men. Perhaps you will find a useful lesson in my story." Calabasta then began in a melo-dramatic tone the following narrative: "It was in 1860. I had completed my law Btudies and was about to marry a charming Parisienne, the niece of one of the ministers of the government I had been left a large fortune by my parents, and had juat placed the sum of 10,000 francs with my lawy yer who, since the death of my parents, has had charge of my affairs, for the Durnose of d?fravln? t,h? omonaoa of my wedding. Wishing to end my bachelorhood joyously, I had invited a a number of my most intimate friends to dine with me. The dinner was very gay and was prolonged to a late hour. "At 3 o'clock in the morning, without knowing how I came there, I found myself at a green table in a gambling-house in the Latin quarter, where a number of people were playing baccarat. I was a novice at the game, but, being inflamed with wine, I boldly attacked the bank. In a veiy short time my pocketbook was sensibly depleted. Four thousand francs had disappeared. Play,' said the croupier. ? "As the players put down their money I announced that I would play against all the money in the bank. The banker distributed the cards, but ixiot without casting at me a sharp % ? j glance from under his bushy eyebrows. I lost. After having settled with the other players the banker counted all the money before him, and then, turning to me, said: The play is dear?5,400 francs.' "His count was correct, I took out my pocketbook, which I found, to my dismay, contained only 4,000 francs, I searched my pocket. It was impossible to make up the sum in the bank The friends who were with me had no money left. "Seeing my discomfiture, and believing me to be an honest man, the banker ended my embarrassment by sayingt in a most courteous manner, that he rv>? .rrUK 4-U* 1 A HA wuuiu uicuib uitj wini i/iiu iiauuo. " 'We meet often,' he added with a smile. " 'I will pay you to-morrow,' I replied, as I took my hat and cane. "I took my loss lightly. It amounted to 10,000 francs, but that was not much of a tax on my patrimony. Besides, I had ready money?the 10,000 francs deposited with my lawyer, and intended for my wedding expenses? with which to discharge my debt of honor. After having refreshed myself with several hours sleep I hastened to my lawyer, who received me with smiles, as he said: *1 know you have come for the money.' iiT n ;n?.i ? ,i 4 jl vuiaiucu mtj muucj', uuu luat same evening, true to my word, I returned to the gaming-house. The doors were closed. That morning the police had made a descent on the place, captured the gaming implements, and dispersed the employes of the establishment. There was no one to whom I could pay the amount of my debt, and I had to depart without paying it. "The time fixed for my marriage approached, and my future uncle, the minister, increased his niece's dower in the form of a substantial wedding present to make me deputy prosecuting attorney at Versailles." "Ah, imperial nepotism I" said laugh ingly one of Calabasta's auditors. "Too much nepotism, indeed," added Calabasta, "for I -was intrusted with nearly all the celebrated cases. Ten months after entering upon my duties (I was then married) I was assigned to take charge of the prosecution in a case involving a frightful murder, in which an old woman, after having been robbed, had been cut to pieces." "The crime of the Rue Mouffetard," exclaimed one of the listeners. "Precisely. The sentence condemning the accused to death, pronounced by the court at Taris, was reversed, and the case was transferred for a new trial to the Court of Assizes at Versailles. The task was a trying one for a person of my limited experience, and many an anxious night I passed previous to the trial. Often, half asleep, I respectfully doffed my nightcap, saying: 'Judges and gentlemen of the jury;* often rising with a start would I raise my voice and beat the coverlet with my clenched hand, and often my poor Adelaide (heaven rest her soul !) asked if I were mad." A knowing smile was exchanged by those who heard the recital. "At length the great day arrived," continued Calabasta, quitting his seat. ' All Versailles was in the court-room. After a crushing examination, to which the accused responded only in monosyllables, the presiding judge signified to me that I might begin my address. I rose, and making a tragical rvpatnro xri'tVi rr*\r rfKonrl t-s\wa?*s? VllUtl f CIUU TV 1UU lilO iiailUtVOi U1I1C1 brushed the perspiration from his brow. His young friends no longer laughed at him. Garfield's Monument. By the way, a Cleveland man told me recently that the cause of not putting up Gen. Garfield's monument, is a local hostility to the plan adopted. The plan, it seems, is a light-house with a chamber of sepulture below, and the Cleveland people do not want tS start this monument, hoping that other opinions will prevail in the Board of Management. We seem to be unfortunate in proceeding with monuments owing to the inevitable strife between hostile artists and smatterers in art, and the financial talent and public spirit which provide the wherewithal.?Oath. f t : y* ^ Ay. -.yL. - v\ gvuvvtk V ** AW* MM* J ilg*IV A-ACV&AV* M/1iniU the assassin, exclaimed: Mean Bernarp, lift up your head and look me in the face !' At the sound of my voice the accused turned toward me his face, which assumed a strange look. A hoarse cry escaped my lips. It was not the first time those two eyes had been fixed on mine. In a second the memory of that unfortunate night in the gambling-house came back to me, and I fell senseless into the arms of my clerk. The man upon whom 1 was about to ask the court to pronounce sentence of death, the assassin of the Hue Mouffetard, was no other than the creditor whom I had sought in vain to find. That is why I never play." Calabasta dropped back into his ... / - . v-'y ' v - r . -u < i " - * i Hindoo Juggler* at a Fair. The juggler is perhaps the most singular man to be met with in all India, His tricks outvie in neatness of execution and in wonder all of the most famous prestidigitateur of Europe or America. Their paraphernalia consist of an old leather bag, and their dress of a rag across the loins. They generally travel in pairs?one being the musican and the other being the performer. The musican's dress is certainly grotesque, and consists of a bright yellow or a faded green cloth wrapped around his body and between his legs in many a fold. Around hia waist he slings a drum and to his chest in such a manner that it reaches to hia lies a reed instriimnnf. snr?nli*?H with o t ?M variety of different sized pipes, on which he can blow notes in a variety of keys widely separate from the squeak of a pig to the melody of a bagpipe, and about as musical as either. Shaking out his bag of dead men's bones, leather straps, conches, baskets, garden-pots and rubbish, the juggler proceeds to the execution of his tricks. He turns an innocent strap into the most vicious of hissing serpents, and affrights all those standing by; he runs a sword through an empty basket, and and human ffOffi triiRhos nut. r?rnfiisolv 0 o I J ? fire is emitted from his nose and mouth, and after swallowing a pound of raw cotten, fine thread is drawn from his ears and nose. This is all done by a half-naked man in an open plain. But perhaps among the most interesting and oft-described trick which may with justice in this connection be repeated here is the mango trick. Taking up a common garden-pot, the juggler hands it round for Inspection. He then scrapes up some of the earth and filling the pot places over it a shawl, and blows oil the earth, also repeating a prayer. This he continues for a few minutes, and suddenly taking away me snawi snows to tne bystanders the sprouting head of a green and tender plant. Again he covers the pot and blows, and again uncovers. There is a tree in miniature with shapely leaf and blossoms?and again the tree has grown to the height of four feet, with full turned fruit and bark?and then he blows on it, and before the'eyes of the spectator the tree has vanished and the garden-pot and earth are there alone.?San Francisco \ Call. A Fortunate Blow. Four miners sat one night in June, 1858, in a tent at an Australian digging discussing their future plans and deploring their ill fortune. For weary months they had worked the mine without getting more than a bare living. At length they decided to leave the spot, though not without regret. Throe of them were in the mine taking a last look round, when one said to his mates, *'Good-by; I'll give you a farewell blow," and with that his pick sent the splinters of quartz in all quarters. His trained oye spied a glitter on one of the bits that landed at his feet He picked it up, examined it, and found it to be gold. He at once proceeded to work with a will. His chums saw that something out of the common had happened, and they, too, plied theii picks vigorously. With silent resolve they worked on until they unearthed a big nugget. Then a fierce, glad yell of joy reached the ears of the fourth man at the windlass at the mine top. "What's amiss?" he shouted down, "Wind up," was the reply, and when he did so the lump of pure gold met his gaze. They called it "The Welcome," and obtained $30,000 for it The claim where the nugget was got is now covered with the fine streets ol the thriving town of Ballarat. Optional Civilities. Optional civilities such as saying tc one's inferior, "Do not stand withoul your hat," to one's equal, "Do not rise, I beg of you," "Do not come out in the rain to put me in my carriage," naturally occur to the kind-hearted, but they may be cultivated. It used to be enumerated amongst the uses of foreign travel that a man went away c bear and came home a gentleman, It is not natural to the Anglo-Saxon race to be overpolite. They have nc petit soins. A husband in Franc* moves out of an easy-chair for hit wife, and sets a foot-stool for ever} lady. He hands her the morning pa per, he brings a shawl if there is dan ger of a draught, kisses her hand when he comes in, and tries to mak( himself agreeable to her in the th< matter of these little optional civilities it a as tne moat cnarming effect upoi all domestic life, and we find a curloui allusion to the politeness observed bj French sons toward their mothers an< fathers in one Mollere's comedies where a prodigal son observes to hi father, who had come to denouno him, "Pray, sir, take a chair," ssyi Prodigal, "you could scold me so mucl more at your ease if yon were seated ?Harper'a Bazar. \ , - ' , i TOPICS OF T1IE DAY, Less than four out of each hundred Americans lived in cities in 1790. The city population had increased in 1840 to eight per cent, and is now twenty-two. There are only seventeen States with more people than New York city. i The growth of American public libraries since the revolution has been something phenomenal. There were in the country in 177(5 but twenty of these institutions, with an aggregate t of 45,623 volumes. At the present time there are, nearly 4200, containing 1 more than 13,000,000 volumes. Paper is made in France from hop vines, and it is claimed that the fihr*> i secured is the best substitute for rags yet obtained, as it possesses great length, strength, flexibility and delicacy. Papermakers near hop-growing districts should investigate this matter, for the vines are now a waste product. The boundary between Massachusetts and New Hampshire has been in dispute 160 years. No strictly legal line exists. In 1741 the Kin? of Enir lurid directed representatives of both provinces to jointly make a map, in accord with gome general directions, but Massachusetts did not obey, and New Hampshire did the work alone. A strip of Merrimac valley is the doubtful ground. The center of population Is moving rapidly westward. It is now a little to the south of Cincinnati, having long since crossed the Allecrhenles. Th? movement has been about 44.5 miles west for every mile south. In 1890 the movement westward will probably be even greater, and, so rapid has been the settlement of the Northwest, the center of population will be farther north than at present. One of the most interesting features of the big cranberry marshes of Wisconsin are the pumps used to flood the ground. The Sacket marsh near Berlin has two that draw their supply from the Fox river and throw 80.000 gallons a minute. The stream is 20 feet wide, 4 deep and moves at the I raie or iou ieet a minute, flooding the 1000-acre marsh to a depth of 12 to 15 inches in 10 hours. The water is depended on as a protection against frost, also to drown the insects which infest the cranberry blossoms in May. The British colonies include the richest and largest forests in the world, extending over millions of square acres. In India alone about 60,000 square miles are afforested, and the forests of Canada. Australia "V?w i Zealand and Cape Colony are second to none in sire and the variety and value of their productions. But there i is no knowledge of forestry and no school of the art in France and Germany. Consequently the acreage under timber there and in Great Britain itself is small and constantly decreasing. Of the 20,000,000 square acres of Scotland, only about 700,000 ! to 800,000 acres are woodland. M. Delaunay of Paris predicts that i earthquakes on a grand scale will occur next year either when the earth is uuder the influence of a planet of the i firaf ronlr 1 iIra Tnntfni* ai? I | M4UV ftMun) ??AV UU|/IVUI| VI UUUU& blittt of a group of asteroids, or at a time when the sun and moon are nearest to our planet simultaneously. This spei cialist in earthquakes foretold the 1 frightful catastrophes which occurred in South America in 1877. He announced a vast seizmic disturbance in 1883, and the appalling disasters in | the Indian Archipelago followed. He ' raised his voire of warning also before 1 the late extensive shaking of the earth 1 in Spain. It is no wonder that his latest utterances have caused consider' _t.?_ 1.1 1? * auie uiteiiLiou m various countries. j ] An Englishwoman just home from America sends to the Pall Mall Qa' zette her opinion that an influx of ) highly cultured Englishwomen into , Canada and the United States would j be as great a boon to those countries f as it would be a relief to Qreat Britain. "Although the ladies in the older cities of the North American I continent are," she says, "with scarce, ly any exceptions, superior to English , gentlewomen in Drain power, in clearness of mental vision, in common ! sense, in practical, sound judarment. and in general intelligence, yet we miss in them that indefinable charm which always clings to a cultivated European." She has been assured by the government officials in Canada that if superior women, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, would come there from England, and subibit to the position of domestic service, they would almost be sure to marry well within a short time of their arrival, especially if they go far West. She gravely advises her educated countrywomen to do this. How Liquor-Drinking Colors: the Nose. It is well understood, of course, that the color of the nose is the best evidence that the tippler may be reckoned a past graduate in the art of learning how to drink, the redder the beak the higlrer being the degree of distinction achieved as a drunkard, though it is a singular fact that as the toper improves in capacity for drink he degenerates in quality of manhood. mi i _ ? jluo wonuer is, nowever, that the nasal organ should become the spirituous barometer, and why it is that the magenta tint that settles so plentifully there that it in time deepens to a maroon. It has been suggested that, inasmuch as the nose of the drinker hovers fondly over the glass, or intrudes, the fumes of alcohol tend to paint the organ red as a special token of favor. Again, it has been intimated that the nose ceases to have an acute sensi tiveness for the odors of rum, whiskey, and strongly spiced drinks, and that its ecstatic longing for the fragrant smell causes the color, which is really the sign of desire. But science has come to frown upon these cheerful theories, these consolatory explanations with which the drunkard excuses his blemishes. Nothing so poetic will answer the purpose of science. That stern destroyer of mock sentiment and demolisher of shame throws quite a new light on the dull glare of the liquor-inflamed proboscis. A learned physician has recently avowed that the heart of the devotee of the little brown "jusr has a creatlv ac?rplnr?t.pii motion in proportion as the habit of drink grows apace, and that the cardia of the accomplished drunkard beats about thirteen times oftener than a heart in a normal state of health. This enables the arteries to carry the blood to the nose much faster than the veins of the peculiarly constructed organ can return it. Accordingly, not only does the nose become enlarged gradually, but the blood in it becomes congested in the overcharged vestals, hence that purpling color known as toper's red. It is disease, then, not jollity, that bedecks the dominant facial feature like the wattles of a turkeycock, a fact many more have suspect, ed than have been able to define. As the nose gleams red and redder the dram-drinker may be warned of his fate, for it is not alone the nose that is congested when that condition ob tains. The liver and other portions of the internal anatomy have the nose for their flag of distress, and in Its color paint their own unhealth.?Chicoyo Inter-Ocean. The Callpli and the Weaver. A caliph who once reigned in Bagdad built a palace renowned for beauty and mncrnif?rpnr"? Voor Ua antvannn 0 4vw vilwiuuuc stood an old ruined cottage, the hum* ble dwelling of a poor weaver. There, contented with trifling returns of incessant labor, the worthy old weaver tranquilly passed his days, without debt and without anxiety. As his abode fronted the royal mansion, the vizier wished at once, without ceremony, to have the hovel pulled down, but the caliph commanded that its vrIua nhnnld first, ho /iffom/l tn owner. Accordingly, the weaver was visited, and gold was offered him for his cottaga "No, keep your money," the poor man mildly replied. "My loom places me beyond want, and as to my house I cannot part with it Here I was born, here ray father died, and here I hope to die. The caliph, if he pleases, can drive me away and destroy my home; but if he does so, he will behold me every morning seated on its last stone, and weeping at my misery. I know that his generous heart would be touched at mv desola tion." This language m^de the vizier angry, and he wanted to punish the rash cottager and instantly level to the ground his humble abode. But the caliph would not sanction this cruelty, and said: "At my cost let this cottage be repaired; my glory will live with its continuance. I trust that posterity, on looking at it. will esteem it one of the most honorable monuments of my reign. Looking at the palace, men will say, 'He was great/ and when thev behold the rottftcrfi. t.hev will claim, 'He was just !'"?Treat Trove. A fl- 4 * llf a rresHiii lor ninii "1 guess you're going to get a present, Mr. Featherly," laid Bobby. "Yes?" queried Featherly pleasantly. "From whom ?" 'From sister." "Do you know what it is?*' "I'm not sure, but after you left last night they were talking about you, and sister said something about the difficulty of making a silk purse out of a sow's ear, so I suppose it's goin' to be a purse."?New York Sun. \ CHILDREN'S COLUMN. The Way to Succeed* Drive the nnil iiright, hoys, Hit it on the lieiul; Strike with ull your might, boys. While the iron'a ret I. V, When you've work to <l?>, hoys, l)o it with u will; Tuey who reach tho top, b ?y, First must climb the hill. fifnmllncr nl tli#? ftut* I ? "> ""J") Gnzing at the sky, How can you get up, boys, If you never try?" Though j'ou stumble oft, boys, Never bo downcast; Try, unci try ngain, boys? You'll succccd at last. Rivalry Among Iteea. j The thought has more than once ' suggested itself to the writer as he has watched a number of bees at woilc I upon some favorite tlowers, whether , the little honey-bearers ever strive to gain and keep such treasures to themselves. Anyone may convince himself that a keen competition really prevails among bees of all sorts to ward the end of the season, if he will take the trouble to count the number of times in an hour that a particular blossom is visited by a bee, or would. ^ be visited, if it contained honey, as it is not necessary for a bee to alight on l a flower to know that she must goj away empty. Darwin has left it on j record, after carefully watching certain j flowers, that each one was visited by I bees at least thirty times in a day, and. it cannot be supposed that the little, violfnra * n 5 i wiuuia m ouui uiiuumainuuBa una I much to reward their industry. Sir John Lubbock has also shown that they will often visit from twenty to? twenty-five flowers in a minute. It is i very interesting to note that on such I occasions bees always keep to the same| species of flowers during each visitI to the fields. The Monkey and the Sugar. j I remember once, in India, giving a tame monkey a lump of sugar inside a. I corked bottle. Sometimes in an imI pulse of disgust, it would throw the bottle away, out of its own reach, and then bb distracted until it was given back to it. At others, it would sit. with a countenance of the most intense dejection, contemplating the bottled sugar, and then, as if pullingitself together for another effort at. ' solution, would sternly take up the problem afresh, and gaze into it. It. I would tilt it up one way, and try todrink the sugar out of the neck, and then, suddenly reversing it, try tocatch it as it fell out at the bottom. Under the impression that it could capture it by surprise, it kept raspingits teeth against the glass in futile* bites, and warming to the pursuit of the revolving lump, used to tie itself into regular knots around the bottle. Fits of the most ludicrous melancholy I would alternate with spasms of de; light, as a new idea seemed to suggest. itself, followed by a fresh series of experiments. i Nothing availed, however, until one * day a light was shed upon the problem by a jar of olives falling from the tablewith a crash, and the fruit rolling about in all directions. His monkeyBhip contemplated the catastrophe^, and reasoned upon it with the intelli gence of a Humboldt. Lifting the bottle high in his paws, he brought itdown upon the floor with a tremendous noise, smashing the glass intofragments, after which he calmy transferred the sugar to his mouth and munched it with much satisfaction.? Journal of Chemistry. The Trading-Kat. These interesting rodents are dwel! lers in the Rocky Mountains ancfc adjacent hills, and are known amongus by various significant names, asmountain-rat, timber-rat, and traderat. The first, of course, refers totheir native home; the second to thesound of their gnawing, scarcely to be distinguished from the sawing or timber; and the last to their peculiar system of barter or exchange, so curious a habit that it is doubtful if any other animal has ever been known to practice it while in a wild oruntamed state. These animals are much larger and? stronger than the ordinary houpe-rat? so much so that cats are apparentlyafraid of them, and can not be induced to attack them. They are pretty, well, formed, have very bright black eyes,, piominent, beautifully shaped, pointed ears, and soft gray fur. Their tails* are not rat-like, but aije more like a. squirrel's, only less j bushy, being^ coverea witn tur. ) Such keen, intelligent-looking little* creatures are they that, but for ourinstinctive dislike to/ the name of rat we should be strongp tempted to tamethem as attractive and teachable pets. Until they learn (hat they have an ( enemy in man, they are quite nnsus-j picicua, and will a^ow any one to walk up to them.?Popular Seine* Monthh*,' I