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TRI-WEEKLY EDITI >N ESTABLISHED 184S WINNSBORO. S. 0.. JUNE 5, 1883. YESTERDAY’S MIRACLE. HandH of flesh and hands of steel, ClaspiiiK round in endless reel! Earth, tin; Giver, yielding up; Man, the Toiler, seeking more; Pleasure draining Lethe’s cup; Sorrow’s measures running o’er! City and town and farm; Farm and city and town! To-day, the wild deer scents alarm; To-morrow,—an empire grown! Canvas and wood and stone; Sod, adobe, and brick, A day—a dream—the tents are gone And places crowding fMck! Death! Life! A moment’s span— The blood leaps swift: The shadows lift; The babe has grown to be a man! The earth is free; The dreamer makes his lied; The twig by which he lays his head To-morrow is a tree! The Ancient dreams! The Man-child drives! The Old World swarms! The New West hives! A FATA!. MISTAKE, Marian Fellowes tossed her head in a pretty little way she had, and curled her red lip in a manner intended to convey her utmost indifference, if not actual contempt. “No, I do not think I shall g ' * “I don’t care very much for picnics, anyhow.” Sybil Conyers, a tall, stately girl, with grave, straightforward dark eyes, looked wonderingly at her. “I thought you always cared very much for picnics, Marian.” “I am sure you always seemed to enjoy yourself.” “Do go—it’s such a lovely day.” “And Tom Lester will be there, too, Marian,” and dimple-cheeked little Amy Proctor looked saucily over the feuce at Marian’s now slowly flushing cheeks. “Tom Lester!” “As if I care a straw where he goes, or whether he goes at all or not.” She flashed the words out angrily, yet with a certain coquettish suggestive- n'ess in her tone that made Sybil laugh. “Of course, we forget that a re markable good-looking gentleman is boarding with your mother, Marian. “The foreman of the workmen who are doing repairs and alterations up at the Grange, isn’t he?” “Foreman!” “Sybil, you’re too Iwd.” “Mr. Alter is no more a foreman, or anything of that sort than you are”- \ She hesitated, smiling and frowming, and flushed mysteriously. “Why, yes he is,” retorted Amy vigorously, “for I saw him with my own eyes directing the workmen at the Grange.” Marian nodded her head slowly seve ral times. 1 “That is true.” “Mr. Alter does direct the workmen, in the capacity of sui>ermtendent, when really he is the owner and master of the Grange himself—Mr. Clifton.” A little duet of exclamations greeted her astonishing revelation. “Mamma made the discovery,” Mar ian went on, in suppressed, excited tones, “and you mustn’t whisi>er it for the world; for he would be so vexed if he thought it was known; but mamma discovered, very accidentally, that Mr. Clifton preferred to oversee his own renovation, incog., and so he came here as Mr. Alter. “Isn’t it charming ly romantic?” “How did she find it out, Marian?” Amy asked in awe-stricken tones. • ‘By his linen, for one thing, every piece of w'hich is marked in full, F. Clifton, and by other little incidents.” Sybil looked gravely at Marian’s pretty, flushed face. “And you have quarrelled with Tom Lester because you have another ad mirer who is worth more in houses and lands?” “I broke our engagement because I’d rather be unstress of the Grange than a farmer’s wife, any day.” “It’s too bad,” Amy flashed out. “Tom Lester is worth a dozen of your high-toned aristocrats like Mr. Clifton.” Marian smiled sneermgly. “Of course, if you think so. Perhaps you can console him, Amy.” “I will if I can,” was Amy’s ready answer. “Come Sybil, if Marian’s not going, let us be off ourselves.” “Won’t you reconsider your deci sion?” Sybil asked pleasantly as they made ready to start But Marian bowed in a queenly way she had affected of late. “Thanks, no, I really don’t care to go ; and besides, I am engaged for a drive this afternoon witli Mr. Alter.” “It’s shameful in Marian,” Amy ex claimed, when they were out of ear shot. “Well, she always was ambitious.” And nothing more was said about her until an hour or so later, Tom Lester strolled up to Amy, sitting on the grass weaving wreatiis. “So Miss Fellowes isn’t here to-day?” he remarked casually, as he threw him self beside her—a tell, stalwart young fellow, witn bright, honst blue eyes and a bonny face, that had made many a girl—Amy included—not a little jeal ous of Marian Fellowes in the days before Mr. Alter came. Amy went on weal g industriously. “No; she couldn’t come in conse quence of a previous engagement. r “I suppose you miss her dreadfully?” said Amy. “Not at all.” - “A month ago I should have missed her, but to-day—I would not turn my hand over to bring her here—nor any other girl who had jilted an honest man because he could not compete with an other with more money.” There was a healthy contempt in his voice that made Amy feel that Marian Fellowes had been dethroned most ef fectually in this man’s heart. She swept him a charming, sympa thetic glance from her pretty grey eye&. “I think you are a very sensible man not to make yourself miserable because one girl out of all the world proved herself unworthy of your trust.” . She spoke lightly, but somehow it seemed to stir Tom’s interest veryl much. “That sounds delightful.” “Amy. what would you advise me to do about it?” “About it?” “Yes.” “What?,’ “Marian.” Another lovely glance and a slight dimpled laugh. “Oh—I don’t know, I’m sure,” she went on, cresting her bright brown hair to one side like a bird, while she critically surveyed her wreath—“unless I revenged myself by engaging myself to the prettiest girl I knew.” “A good idea.” “I wonder if the prettiest girl I know would say no?’ ’ A delicious little laugh from Amy, as she jumped up, scattering the refuse grasses and leaves. “There’s only one way to find out, Mr. Lester.” “And how is that?” “Ask her.” And then Tom sprang up, a pale, eager look on his face, and caught Amy’s hands in his. “Will she say no?” “Amy, will you take what Marian didn’t think good enough?” “If you will, I will be so thankful she has jilted me.” There w r as no gainsaying the earnest ness of wiiat he said, and Amy flushed and trembled, and then laughed. “Let go my hands, Tom—somebody will see us.” “They may see, and—welcome!” “I shan’t let go until you promise you will have me—until you tell me you love me dear.” “But I w’on’t.” “Then you can’t go.” A saucy little dimpling of the crim son cheeks. “Tom, please let me go.” “I’ll—say—yes—but I don’t mean it a bit.” “I’ll take the risk.” " And then he leaned over and said something that made her cheeks crim son even deeper. While, at the self-same moment, Mr. Alter, three miles off, asked Marian if she would marry him. “I said yes, of course, mamma,” she said later, when she rehearsed the scene for her mother’s benefit. “Certainly you said yes!” “Marian, I think I have nothing left to wish for, now that I shall see you mistress of such a magnificent home as the Grange.” “You have done splendidly with yourself.” “And he never dreams that we have discovered his charming little romance, mamma!” And an hour or so afterwards the picnic came home, and Marian watcher them with a faint little sneer on hed pretty face, that deepened into a posi tive mocking triumph when she saw Tom Lester and Amy Proctor going by in Farmer Hetwyn’s lumbering wagon- uette—and thought that she w r ould ride in her own carriage before long. “I will cut every one of them,” she decided. And then something in Sybil Con yers’ grave, haughty eyes, as she and a tall, handsome young fellow dashed by in a lovely little plueton, made her wonder very much at it. She turned to Mr. Alter who had been standing at the other side of the window', idly looking out on the merry little cavalcade. “Miss Conyears is with a strange gentleman, and he seems to know you, Ernest,” she said. “Who is he?” Mr. Alter looked up. “That?” “It is Mr. Clifton!” “Why, what can have brought him so unexpectedly?” Clifton! Clifton! Then Mr. Ernest Alter was nobody in disguise after all; and all her charm ing romance had not an atom of foun dation! Mr. Alter_was only Mr. Alter, and she A sudden rush of rebellious tears clouded her eyes as she tried to realize it—she was not engagedjto the master of the|Grange, who was driving with pretty haughty Sybil Conyers, ana apparently very much smitten, for all he was a stranger, but to Mr. Clifton’s servant and overseer. And Tom Lester and Amy looked so comfortable and cosy together—while she Poor Marian could hardly bring her self to believe it. Was it true that she had made such an awful mistake, blinded by her pride and ambition? And, nrtthe midst of her self-tor menting thoughts, she did not see the chagrin and -alarm that was on her lover’s face, or the uneasiness in his manner, as he excused himself. And—“made himself scarce,” or rather—“vanished that same day,” with a big bill unpaid, not to mention the quantity of stolen underlinen he had borrowed from the wardrobe of the Grange. Poor Marian! She had nobody but herself to blame, but all the same her worst epemy would have pitied her could they have seen her all forlorn and disconsolate, her face red and swollen with hours of crying, as she watched the double pro cession of carriages, the day Tom Les ter and Amy, and handsome young Mr. Clifton, the master of the Grange, and Miss Sybil Conyers were married. Mkd Medicine. A young physician w r ho had long worshipped at a distance was one day suddenly called to see her. He found her suffering from no particularly dan gerous malady, but she wanted him to prescribe for her nevertheless; so he took her hand and said impressively: “Well, I should—pi-escribe—I should prescribe that—you—get—married. ’ ’ “Oh, goodness!” said the interesting invalid, “who would marry me, I won der?” “I would,” snapped the doctor, with all the voracity of a six foot pickerel. “You!” exclaimed the maiden. “Yes.” "“Well, doctor, if that is the fearful alternative, you may go away and let me die hi peace.” The Riualan Frontier. From an examination of the Russian frontier it will be perceived thatj except in the mountain boundary with the Chinese empire in the east and for a short distance of the course of the Oxus in the west, it is an irregular and arbi trary line, rather than a well-defined and natural barrier. It is therefore, in its nature one that is not calculated to prove penuanent. Beyond the recogniz ed Russian frontier, but on the northern side Of the Oxus, which is so much the object of Russian solicitude that the monopoly of its navigation has been secured, there still remains in the enjoy ment of nominal independence the large khanate of Bokhara and the small states of the Pamir slopes. Russia’s relations with the latter do not stand in need of exact definition; they are based on the law of the stronger. But with the for mer they are of a formal diplomatic character, which has endured during more than 14 Years. After the capture of Samarcuand, in 1808, the Ameer of Bokhara continued the war with Russia for some months, but personally he had little hope of success. After his defeat at Zara Bulak, however, he gave in, and notified Gen. Kaufmaun of his willing ness to accept the terms imposed by the Russian commander. The principal of these were the surrender of Samarcuand and Katti Kurgan; the payment of an indemnity of more than £200,000 (125,- 000 tillas); the opening of Bokhara to Russian commerce at a maximum tariff of 2j per cent, ad valorem, the right of passage for merchants and troops, through Bokhara to other states; and, lastly, the permission to establish, when necessary, cantonments and other mili tary buildings at Kermina, Karshi, and Charjui. After the capital itself those three places are the most important strategical points in the khanate; and the last named is situated at the principal passage over the Oxus. Strange as it may appear, Charjui, like Kerkhi and Xnoja Salik, higher up, lies on the south ern bank of the river. At first the last, and in some respects the most important of these clauses did not possess much significance, but the growing power of Russia, as demonstrated by the success-* ful campaigns in Khiva and Khokand, served to give it weight and reality, which found expression in the second treaty of September, 1873. When the Khan of Khiva transferred in that year his sovereign rights over the Oxus to Russia, the practical use of Charjui be came clear. The gunboats of the Aral flotilla carried the Czar’s flag up the OxiiSj and Charjui has been made their principal rendezvous on a stream which it w r as supjtosed presented insuperable difficulties to navigation. Karshi has also been visited on numerous occasions by Russian officers and their escorts; and if Russian troops liave not yet abso lutely taken up their station there it is not because any difficulty stands in the way. Slaughtering Seals. Captain Richard Pike is master of Messrs. J. & W. Stewart’s steamer Pro teus. Captain “Dick” is a big, jolly, sandy-whiskered Newfoundlander, of about five feet ten inches in height, but not looking up to his height by reason of his “bulk.” He probably weighs 260 pounds, and he is a “solid man.” He commands one of the finest ships of the sealing fleet. The Proteus was built at Dundee, Scotland. Her net tonnage is 467, British measurement. She carries compound engines of 110 nominal horse power. It is the particu lar business of this vessel to make her way through the heavy Arctic ice, and Captain “Dick” is going to make her attend to her business or know the reason why. This ship was hired by the American government some two years ago to do some special work. It will be noted that the ship’s net tonnage does not exceed 467 tons, hence you will be surprised to learn that her seal ing crew numbers 295 men. The crew of a sealing steamer would gladden the heart of a recruiting sergeant. Bronze faced, iron muscled, broad chested sons of Hercules, every one of them. Rang ing in height from five feet ten inches to six feet two inches and in years from twenty-two to thirty-five, they are capa ble of enduring any amount of hard ships. The law of Newfoundland does not permit sealing steamers to leave port for the prosecution of the voyage until six o’clock on the morning of the 10th of March. Thiswise provision of the law was passed in order tliat immature seals might be protected until they were suniciently developed to be of some economic value. Formerly the mother seals were killed and the young cut out (often alive) and thrown aside to die. This was killing the goose that laid the golden egg with a vengeance—as Sir Boyle Roche would say,—and the Legis lature stepped in and stayed the depart ure of t he steamers as the most effectual method of curing tie evil. On the morn ing of the 10th of March from an early hour the hills were re-echoing the dis cordant notes of steam whistles. Our men were all on board, however, and at one minute to six o’clock I heard the warning bell in the engineer’s depart ment and noticed that the telegraph marked “Stand by.” At six exactly the propeller began to revolve and our ship felt her way out slowly from among the surrounding shipping, and in twenty minutes we were outside the harbor and fairly on our way. The only ice in sight was a long band or ribbon of light, slobby ice, extending from seaward in to the point of Cape Spear. There was very little wind, and hardly any sea run ning. Captain Pike shaped a course more to the eastward than any other vessel of the fleet. The main body of the ice was encountered off Cape Bona- vista, 100 miies from St. John’s, and our vessel’s nose was at once run into it. For three or four days we worked east-northeast through “bay ice” (as distinguished from the heavy Arctic ice, none of which we had yet seen). At the end of that time an occasional hood seal ana family were seen Our course waa altered slightly, and for three days we made good way through the light ice. On the 17th of March the of the ves sel struck against a large sheet of ice upon which no impression could be made, and the captain ordered all hands out to look for seals. The men poured out over ea^h bow, commanded by several masters-of-watch, who divided them into gangs. In an hour or so they could hardly be seen from the deck, but the man in the “crow’s nest” re ported that some of them were taking seals. This was good news, and waited impatiently the return of the men so as to hear their reports. When they re turned they reported that they had seen no “harp” seals (the most valuable seal), but tliat they had killed, sculped and brftught on board 270 old and young hoods. Captain Pike judged from these reports where the main “patch” of noods lay, headed the steam- ahead jrn or i ut The *hter com er north-northwest and f< until the 23d, wlien the Arctic ice was encountoi Captain was right; the met and the work of sl» menced. Before night there were 1,080 old and 650 young seals on board—some of these were killed four miles from the ship and hauled on board. The next day over two thousand were put on beard; the following day 3,000. The best days work was ou the 25th, when 4,000 seals were killed, sculped (carcass es removed) hnd put on board by 295 men—an average of over fourteen seals per man. An amusing incident occurred one evening. One gang of men were out very late, and some anxiety was being felt, when they were heard coming along. Just as they came alongside a man called out, “Captain, have you such a thing aboard as a justis of the pace, or a petty judge, or anything like that?” “Come aboard here,” said Captain Pike, “and get some grub and turn In. What do you want with justice ? I’ll give you justice when I get to St. John’s, and hand you over to Judge Conroy for skulking.” “Oh, begor, captain, we’re in earnest!” replied the man. “We want to make our afferdavit about the sea sarpint.” “The sea serpent! What about it?” “Oh, begor, captain! we see'd him— half a mile long and as big as the smoke- stack!” “What did you do—did you kill him?” asked Captain Dick. “Kill him? Kill him? Sure he could ate the ship; and, anyway, my wife is too young to be a wlddy.” “Well, where did he go to?” “Faith, he just lifted himself three times and come down on the ice, and the third time it broke and he went down, and we pointed for homo as fast as we could go.” Nothing more could be got out of any of them, and sea serpent remains still enshrouded in mystery. On the 29th the Captain ordered the flags to be put up and we headed for St. John’s, deeply laden with ‘teals. A vessel deeply laden with such a cargo makes very bad weather, and twice we were compelled to run back into the ice for shelter. Finally ten punts were cut down and thrown over and the vessel did not labor so heavily. On •Sunday, the 1st day of April, we arriv ed at St. John’s, the first steamer in, with 14,600 seals, weighing 686 tons and valued at $50,000. The Delaware Bed. SomethlnK New. From Otago, New Zealand, come de tails of an invention more marvelous than any yet recorded in the annals of electrical science. Rev. Mr. Gilbert of Christ Church, in a recent address, told his audience that it was now proved to be possible to convey, by means of electricity, vibrations, of light—not only to speak with your distant friend, but actually to see him. The electros cope—the name of the instrument which enables this to be done—was the very last scientific discovery, and to Dr. Guidrah of Victoria, belonged the proud distinction of being its inventor and perfector. Mr. Gilbert stated tliat a trial of this wonderful instrument had taken place at Melbourne, in the presence of some forty scientific and public men, and that it was a great success. Sitting in a dark room, they saw projected on a large disc of white burnished metal the racecourse at Fleuiington, with its myriad of active beings. Minute details stood out with perfect fidelity to the original, and as they looked at the wonderful picture through binocular glasses, it was diffi cult to imagine that they were not actually on the course itself, and among those whose actions they could so com pletely scan. , JS* Recreation tor the Million. At any hotel in Delaware you can get a positive lied—a bed that is as com fortable to sleep in as it is to look ujion —in short, a bed that comes up to the description set forth in any respectable dictionary. It is not one of those uneven, mountainous tilings euphemis tically called beds—those things that shed their slate and keep you awake all night and charge you $10 a week for doing it—but a regular, honest, ninety- nine-cente-on-tlie dollar feather-bed. And thick—why, a Delaw'are feather bed is so thick that you can’t climb into it! You have to stand on the bureau and jump on it. And wffien you land on it.you commence to Sinn. And you aink. and sink, and sink, until you unlink you are dowm in the cellar. And ifbrv alscr you sleep so w r ell and so sound that you conclude in the morning that you never knew what sleeping was before. But when the morning conies the fun commences. The fun consists in getting out of that bed. You had to jump to get into it, instead of having a ladder; but you cannot jump out of it. It isn’t solid enough fora foot-hold; and if you at tempt to jump, you will only lose your balance and fall. The fall won’t hurt you any, unless your head comes in coniact with the head-board. Then you will feel lonesome. You try to walk off the bed, but you can’t; you become exhausted before you reach the edge. It is like walkiflg through a swamp. You wish there was a chandelier over the bed that you could grab and swing from on to the floor, but there is no chandelier there. And you wish you had a rope fastened to the door-knob, that you might haul yourself out; but you haven’t, and that is the end of it, dearly beloved, and there is no use worrying about it. Then you try to swim off; but you can’t. You reach out and try to haul yourself up to the edge; but instead of hauling yourself up to the edge, you haul about four tons of feather-bed down to your face. Oh, how you yearn and silently wish for a good pair of Canadian snow-shoes with spurs on| them! But there Is no use of sighing for them, for there isn’t a pair in town, and if there w'as you couldn’t secure them without first get ting out of lied. s Then you think it would lie a grand idea to pull some of the feather-bed up from the edge, and fall over it and sift yourself through the slate; but this you cannot do, because you are already up to your ears in feather-bed, and if you go to pull the edge to you, you will be over your head and suffer asphyxia tion. And then you sigh for your jack knife, that you may tap the bed and let all the feathers run out on the floor. But your jack-knife is in your trousers- pocket, and your trousers-pocket is in your trousers, and your trousers on the chair, and the chair is by the window, and the window is about tw-elve feet from the lied, and there is no boat-hook in the room, and your knife might as well be in the next county. This causes you to give up the idea of tap ping the bed with your jack-knife, and you just stand up and yell: “Fire! Murder!” and everything else you can conveniently think of. Then up come the bar-tender, and the porter, and the proprietor, and burst open your door, because you can’t open it yourself. Then they look for you—they try to find the point from which the noise conies. And when they find where you are, they pick the feather-bed up and, after four or five minute’s hard work, manage to shake you out of it on the floor. Spanish Guitar Playing. It is not given to every one to croea the ocean and make the tour of Europe; to revel in the halls of dazxling light of New port or Saratoga; to repair to the .sea-aide or the mountain top, and there tor five dol lars a day to drink in the life-giving air. The spirit may be willing but the means are wanting. And yet the same need for recreation exists in the life of those of mo derate means as in those of the ticb. This larger class, however, will be glad to know that the Pennsylvania Railroad Company proposes to continue during the season of 1888 its p pula- daily excursions between Jersey City and Nuwbmgh, a route furn- is'nng many objec-a of interest, and an infinite variety of scenery. The magnifi cent steamer, Richard Stockton, under t!ie command of Captain Lawrence F. Frasee, will leave the Pennsylvania Railroad docks, Jersey City, every morning at 9 a. m., (excepting Ttmtsday at 9:80 a. m.) and arrive at Jersey City oc the return trip about 6:30 p. m. This steamer is sub stantially built, fully equipped and with a capacity tor 2600 passengers. On the Piute such points of interest as Wee haw- ken, Ft. Lee, Yonkers, the Palisades, Tar- rytown. Bing Sing, Sleepy Hollow. Stony Point, West Point, Iona Island and New. burgh, with a privilege of remaining at the L^LaakiM u three List named tor a time varying from one to two hours. The tickets are put at very reasonable rates, and we know of no way in which a day can be so pleasantly spent, with a trifling expense as on one of trips up Uv- liudaon on the Btockteo. All of us have heard of, and some may have seen, the Spanish love talk ing to his “ladye fair*' at the grated window, or serenading her on the twanging guitar. This cold-catching amusement is called “eating • iron” (comer el hierro) or “plucking the tur key” (pelarla pava). Most people have probably thought ss I did, that these young men and maidens braved rheu matism and chills (for the wind is cut ting enough sometimes, even in Andaln sia) for the sake of a romantic colloquy- u mi interbed by any listeners bat the moon, confidant already of so many secrets, and never known to have be trayed them. I had often seen these enamored couples at Malaga, in years gone by, and imagined no other reason for their airy confabulations. In one case I remember at Seville the lady was alolt in a second-floor window, so that the communications interchanged could not be “whispeied m. things.’* Never theless, to my surprise, evening after evening the entranced pair were to be seen at their poste, gazing on each other and tala mg sweet nothings when that stray passerby had turned the cor ner. Possessed with tins idea, I nad never inquired into the origin of such a common eastern, which prevails, it may be said, among the better classes, and rarely among the poor. But last Au tumn, when the conversation turned upon the subject one day, I was assur ed by Spaniards that this exterior flir tation owes its origin in no way to ro mance or desire for a tete-a-tete by moonlight The reason J s simply this: The young man outside is outside be cause, though he snows the lady, he does not know her family. At oiiuroh or in the stree stbe telegraph of the eyes and of the tan has been at work, and an acquaintance has been estab lished; but as the swain in a stranger to the lady's relations the interviews can naturally only take place at the window, if, however, after a certain amount of sighing and guitar strumming (which latter, one may mention, is quite going out of fashion) the acquaintance ripens into something serious, the lover then finds means of being presented in doe form to the family. Bat from the mo ment he enters the door of the house from the window. Crowning the Cur. It now looks as if the Czar of all the Russias would surety get a crown on his head before the end of May. Advices from Warsaw state that General Butur lin, Chie'f of the Police, has issued orders that on the day of the corona tion all shops are to be closed and all houses to display flags and illuminate at night. In the pnblio squares and gardens concerts will take place all day without interruption, and for three days there will be free perfomanoee in the Imperial theatres. The Impe ial palaces are being prepared for the arri val of the Czar toward the end of May. The preparations at Moscow are being poshed on as much as possible, In the Kremlin all the towers on the outer wall are surrounded by scaffolding, and even on all sides of the “Great Ivan,” the highest point of the ancient castle, workmen can be seen high up in their hanging seats. Tile electric illumina tion has been completed, and every night a powerful light is displayed over the pricipal tower like a great star. The inner parts of the Kremlin are al so still barricaded with scaffolding for the erection of three large stands next to the ohurch with the Imperial sepul chres. The followiug foreign courts and gov ernments will be presented at the cor onation: Great Britain, by the Duke of Eiinburgh; Prussia, by Prince Al brecht; Austria, by the ArchduKe -Charles Louis; Saxonv, by Prince George ot Bohonberg-Walden burg, the King's Adjutant General; Bavana, by Prince Aruulph, the King’s cousin; Wurtemburg, by Duke Herman, of Saxe-Weimar, the King's brotuer-in law; Hesse-Darmstadt, by Prince Henry the Grand Dak's brother, and Prinoe Alexander, the Czarina's uncle; Baden, by Prinoe William; Denmark, by Prince Valdemar and Prince William of Hols-' teiu; Spain, by the Duke of Montpen- sier; Persia, by the Shah’s broteer, Jzzed-daule Abdussamed; Bulgaria and Montenegro, by thtir own reigning princes, Akxander and Nicolas; the French Republic by M. Waddington and the Vatican by Cardinal Vanmitelli, who, according to custom, will arrive one day alter the coronation to present the Pope's congratulations. All the princes will be accompanied by suits in proportion to their rank. It is not yet known whether the American Republic will send any represen live other than its Envoy at St Peteisburg. Naturally all the loreigu Embassies will be pre sent. All tne foreign guest will pro ceed dirreot to Moscow, as at the time of their ainval m Russia next month the Imperal Court with the entire household will have already left St. Petersburg. All the lor sign Embassies have rent ed quarters i t enormous prices, pacing from 30,000 to 50,000 roubles for the short period of the coronation. One high state official pay 4.500 roubles for three rooms at the hotel and 1,000 roubles extra for each additional room. Many Moscow residents intend to leave toe city during the ceremony in order to escape tee exorbitant expense for all neoee»anea of hie. Carriages will cost from 60 to 8u roubles per day, and, many ot the foreign guests will there fore bring their own horses. All the windows on the Twerskaya, where the coronation procession will pass after leaving the Peter’s Park have been rented for mouths already at the rate of 100 roubles per window. The highest officia.s of the Empire, the Council of State, the Ministerial committee, the Senate and tl:e Holy Synod will take up their temporary residences at Mos cow daring the coronation. For the salty of the city a special guard (Okh- rau) will be formed, consisting of 50,- 000 citizens, who will be selected from each division. The total strength of the troops at M'isoow during the coro nation is new fixed at 55,000 men, with no fewer than 121 generals and 2,417 staff cfliicers. The invitations to the coronation of the Czar have been sent to carefully- selleoted auti-Republicans French jour nals, such as theFigaro, Oaulois, Vlai. ron. Union and Gazette de France Their correspondent are to be splendid* ly treated. The Cz*r will pay their traveling and hotel expenoes, and rep sent everyone with a gratification of $5, 000 roubles. The love-making is henceforth conduct ed indoors in as matter-of-Lo. a fsahiou sa in other countries. Bo far my in formants; it would be eurioua - to hear what any Spanish correspondent would volunteer on the subject. The Power of Wind. The recent storms in the south and west will afford those interested fresh opportunity to study the power and velo city of the wind. The question of max imum wind force has never been satis factorily settled, and can, indeed, never be fully established, until different in struments from those in present use can be invented, and then brought to meas ure the velocity of the wind within the cloud vortex of a tornado, which is variously estimated at from seventy to eight hundred miles per hour. This motion is, of course, independent of the velocity of progression of the storm cloud, which varies from a fresh breeze to a gale of sixty miles. A velocity of eight hundred miles an hour corresponds, on the lowest basis of calculation, to a pres sure of about three-fourths of a ton on a square foot. It can be easily imagin ed what a disastrous effect such a power must have upon any object coming with in its reach. But, apart from the enor mous force of the wind within the vortex of a tornado, which is at best only local and sjxiradic, the velocity of ordinary storms, passing over whole continents and oceans is something astounding. Inadequate as the best aneometers prove in a hurricane, they have yet frequent ly registered 180 miles per hour, which corresponds to a pressure of 81 pounds per square foot. But that the record falls far short of the real force is shown by the ruinous effect of the storm upon ob jects calculated to withstand a much greater pressure. Architects and en gineers would do well to devote some study to this matter, to prevent, if pos sible a large number of houses andother structures being annually blown away. t Never swerve In your conduct from your honest conviction; decide because you have seen reason for decision, and ten act because you have decided. FOOD FOR THOUGHT. A delicate thought is a flower of the mind. The egotism of woman is always for two. Love decreases when it cease, to in crease. The heart of a statesman should be in his head. Jealousy is a secret avowal ot our in feriority. It is not death, it is dying, tliat alarms one. The only rose without thorns is friendship. The noblest mind the beat content ment Ijaa. Revenge converts a little right into a great wrong. He who would eat the kernel must crack the nut. It is a delightful help merely not to be hindered. Men are women’s playthings: women are the devil’s. Ink is the black sea on which thought rides at anchor. Punctuality is one of the character istics of politeness. Unchaste language is the sure index of an impure heart. In this wicked world it is usually safe to be suspicious. Wealth is not his who makes it, but his who enjoys it. It is easier to take care of a peck of fleas than one woman. Frequently the curses of men bring the blessings of heaven. Counsel that favors our desires needs careful watchfulness. If there were no God it would lie un necessary to invent one. Women like brave men exceedingly audacious men still more. Imagination is a libertine tliat dis robes everything it covets. Men whould be saints if they loved God as they love women. Discontent is the want of self-reli ance; it is infirmity of will. Let not the tongue utter what the iie:id will have to pay for. Without earnestness no man is great or ever did great things. Drink nothing without seeing it; sign nothing w ithout reading it. A lover lias all the virtues and all the defects that a husband has not. Many men kill themselves for love, but many more women die of it. Conscience is the voice of the soul; passion is the voice of the body. God has his eye on your heart, and your tongue cannot deceive him. Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole. The most dangerous flattery is the inferiority o # those who surround us. To persevere in one’s duty and be silent is the first answer to calumny. A sunny face—Tiie outward latch which invites to the home of the heart. We generally think better of our selves than we are willing to acknowl edge. To-morrow is not elastic enough in which to press the neglected duties of to-day. The most important jiart of every business is to know what ought to be done. It is not what you have in bank, but what you have in your heart, tliat makes you a man. The least error should humble, but we should never permit even the great est to discourage us. A weak mind is like a microscope which magnifies small things, but can not receive large ones. That was a good prescription given by a physician to a patient, “Do some thing for somebody. When men grow virtuous in their old age they are merely making a sacri fice to God of Satan’s leavings. Improve the wit you have bought at a dear rate, and the wisdom you have gained by sad experience. A solid and substantial greatness of soul looks down with neglect on the censures and applauses of the multi tude. We must be as courteous to a man as we are to a picture, which we are willing to give the advantage of a good light. Religion hath a good influence upon the people to make them obedient to government and peaceable one towards another. The more an idea is developed, the more concise becomes its expression; the more a tree is pruned, the better the fruit. He is a good man, people say thought lessly. They would be more chary of such praise if they reflected they could bestow none higher. On such as are affectionately disposed to become acquainted with Divine and heavenly wisdom, light shines from heaven and illuminates their under standing. Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the worid of God within us. There lies the Land of Song; there lies the poet’s native land. He who proposes to have a decided influence upon a fellow-creature’s destinv should remember our complica ted relations, for he cannot lay his strong grasp upon one life without be coming entangled in the interests of others. Noting quickens the perceptions like genuine love. From the humblest professional attachment to the most chivalric devotion, what keenness of observation is born under the influen e of that feeling which drives away the obscuring clouds of selfishness, as the sun consumes the vapor of the morn ing. ,