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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. ,