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1 THE ADVANCE. DEVOTED JO THE GENERAL WELFARE. VOLUME II. McCORMICK, S. THURSDAY. FEBRUARY 3,1887. NUMBER 4(5. In the last six years the cotton mills of the South have increased in number from 101 to 310, and in productions eighty- eight per cent. They have secured new markets, and are now largely exporting goods. Rutherford B. Hayes is now the only living ex-President, and Hannibal Ham lin and William A. Wheeler the only living ex-Vice-Presidents. Fremont and Blaine arc-the only living ex-Presidential candidates of great parties, and Pendle ton, English and Logan the only living Vice-Presidential candidates. The ranks of these prominent gentlemen have thinned greatly by the death within eighteen months of Grant, McClellan, Hancock, Tilden, Seymour and Arthur. A more noted group has hardly ever be fore passed off the stage of life so nearly together. Some idea of the value of water in Southern California may be gained from the opening of the Gage Irrigating Canal, near Riverside. Three years ago land sold above Riverside for $5 an acre. It was without water and was counted valuable only for' grazing. Mr. Gage made a contract with a large number of owners of land to furnish them abundant water at $100 per acre. Then he dug an eleven-mile canal, supplied with water partly from Santa Ana River, but mainly from artesian wells. Recently water was turned into the canal, and land which sold for $5 now sells readily for $300 an acre. A rock which the Sioux Indians near (Fort Yates, Dakota, have worshiped for generations as the petrified form of a young squaw was formally unveiled the other day and dedicated to peace and plenty. It appears that the white settlers in the vicinity have long supposed that this strange specimen of nature’s art work exerted a restraining influence on the Indians, but of late the rock has been removed from its original resting place, and it was feared that with its removal its charm had disappeared. So the sug gestion was made to Sitting Bull that the statue be placed upon a permanent pedestal and unveiled with appropriate ceremonies. This pleased the chieftain, and 5,000 Indians assembled to take part in the strange medley of Christian and Pagan rites by which the unveiling was accompanied. Now the superstition of whites ia,satisfied.and the scepticism " Hii tion—is checked A drove of a hundred hogs that were being driven through Allegheny, Penn., became frightened and stampeded. About a dozen ran into a drug store bleeding and covered with mud. Two -'ladies who were waiting for prescriptions screamed with fear. One of them sprang on the counter and the other clambered upon the soda fountain. After upsetting every article of furniture in the store, the fattest of the affrighted hogs tried to get behind the prescription counter and overturned the stove. The stove was heated by natural gas, and when it was upset the pipe was broken and a sheet of flame shot up almost to the ceiling. A disastrous conflagration would have been the result but for the prompt action _of the proprietor, who turned off the gas. Two of the hogs were badly burned. The owners of the swine were compelled to carry them out. A Boston man tells how few in Eng land understand American English. “I had not been in Liverpool an hour,” he says, “when I became convinced that I had much to learn about the English lan guage. When I entered my hotel I asked the young woman who received me: ‘What are your terms?’ aud had I spoken Choctaw she could not have understood me less. ‘What do you charge a day?’ I next ventured. ‘Charge!’ she replied, vaguely, and I tried again. ‘Ah! you want the tariff?’ she said at last, and sure enough I did. Now, if I had used the word ‘tariff 1 in that sense in Boston it wonld have been considered slang. I tried in vain to get a pair of suspenders, as they would show me none but those for stockings, but succeeded finally in buying some ‘braces.’ I might prolong the list ad infinitum, but enough is shown to warrant the publication of an English- American dictionary of synonyms for the use of travelers. ” Professor Charles A. Ashburner, geol ogist in charge of the Pennsylvania Sur vey, according to the Pittsburg Commer cial- Gazette, is of the opinion that the practical application of natural gas has opened up a new era in fuel economy, and the development of heat aud me chanical power. “There is no doubt in my mind,” says he, “but that the greatest advance to be made in the practical arts and sciences during the next two' de cades is to result from a practical consid eration of the question of the manufac- ture and utilization of gaseous fuels and the adaptation of plant and machinery to the new fuel relations that I believe we are bound for economy’s sake to estab lish.” As to the probable duration of the present gas supply in the Pittsburg Region, the Professor ventures the belief that, although two-thirds of the product has been going to waste, “very little alarm should be entertained as to the ex haustion of the gas sands of Pennsyl- , vania and the prostration of the manu facturing interest-i that Become depen- ,4«ot upon it* use.” OLD YEAR AND NEW YEAR Old Year and New Year— It is all God’s year; His time for sowing, His time for reaping, His time for growing. For reetand quiet sleeping; His time for soaring On wings of the Spirit; His time for adoring The Infinite Merit. O world abova! our world, Our timej, and our place-, Are but as child's play To thy marvelous space*. But if, as dear children, With hearts full of yearning, We love and forget not, Are docile for learning, Then New Year and Old Year, Their hoping, regretting, Will all turn to God's year, With no time for fretting. — Wm. M. E. Ru'ts. Tae Lady of Lone Lake. One beautiful summer evening I was rowing with a friend on one of those ro mantic lakes in the west of Ireland. The day had been a hot one, and the mid summer sun looked like a ball of fire, as it slowly sank behind the horizon. It was a beautiful scene. The lake lay like a sheet of silver. To the right were high banks fringed with dark trees, and perpendicular cliffs almost hidden by clinging vines. To the left stretched level meadows, dotted wiih gra ing cat tle. Above us was the mellow sky, while from the east arose the full moon to re- E lace the fierce rays of the day-god with er mild radiance. In the distance we could see the dark outlines of an old baronial castle, almost hidden by inter vening trees. This, my companion in formed me, was Larrimoor Hall. We laid aside our oars, and for a time floated silently over the glassy surface of the lake, enraptured by the beautiful scene. I was a yonng artist, living in London at that time, and now taking my summer vacation. It was my first visit to the “Emer.ild Isle, ’and 1 have been wandering with delight among the ro mantic mountains, glens, and lakes, fill ing my soul with beauty and my portfo lio with sketches. My companion was the young Lord of Glendale, whose ac quaintance I had made while traveling on the continent. Happening to meet him in my wanderings, he had insisted on my accompanying him to his country seat, assuring me that the scenery around it surpassed anything I had yet seen. The scenery was indeed charming; but as yet I had been mo.e cnarmed with my host's fair sister Nora, who, as their parents were dead, and the heir yet un married, was acting as the lady of Glen- soft moonlight bathed lake and rocks and meadows with silver. The lake was quite isolated, being on the border be tween the e-tates of Glendale and Lari- moor, and was seldom visited by any one but the members of these two fami lies. To-night we were its sole visitors. Imagine my surprise after floating for some time in pilence, to see a small boat rowed by a figure in white gliding swiftly over the surface. “We are not alone,” said I, pointing to it. “Ah,” said my companion, “that is only a spectre. Did you never hear the Rtory of the ‘I ady of Lone Lake?’ ” “No,” said I, “but she rows remarka- b»y well for a spirit; let’s chase.” I seized the oars and rowed rapidly after the receding boat. As soon ns the rower perceived that she was followed, she turned her boat toward the high banks, and in an instant disappeared myste riously among the ivv clad rocks. Out of breath I dropped the oars and said: “Tell me the story of which you spoke. ’ My companion, who had sat silent during my rapid chase, smiled sadly as he began: “The pre-ent Lord of Larrimoor, who lives in the hall yonder, is a very hard, stern man, and he rules everything in his E ower with an iron hand. His wife, a eautiful woman, has been dead these many years. He married her to gaiu possession of her large estate. While wooing her he overcame his harsh man ners as much as his nature would permit. But after the prize was fully his, he re laxed into his natural, icy sternness. 8hc lived a most secluded life, and died in a few years, had one child, much like its mother, only more high-spirited. Her father idolized her, and, until she was twenty years old, never crossed her by word or deed. Then his avaricious na ture got the better of his affection. He desired her to marry a baron nearly as old as himself, but possessed of vast es tates. The high-spirited girl rebelled. The father insisted and, in spite of her remonstrance, preparations were made for the weddiDg. The daughter said no more and the father thought he was go ing to have his way. The wedding night came. The guest were assembled. The bridegroom was waiting. The hour came but the bride came not. Complaining of weariness she had retired to her room soon after dinner, promising to appear at the appointed time if they would not disturb her. At last her father sent for her. She was not in her room. The house was searched, the grounds, the neighborhood; but she could not be found. “Next day a shawl belonging to the girl was found down by this lake. As it was the only trace of her, people con cluded that, to escape a fate so repulsive to her, she had drowned herself. A lit tie after that the spectre you have just seen began to frequent those waters. Many have tried to overtake it as you did, but it always vanishes among those rocks; and so they think it is the spirit of Lucia, the lost heiress of Larrimoor.” The young lord seemed greatly moved by the sad story he had just related, and 1 could not help but feel that he had taken more than a passing interest in the unfortunate girl. After a moment of si lence, during which he began to pull for the homeward shore, I said: “Had the lady no other admirers?” “Oh, yes; many,” he replied; “but few dared to approach, and these her father repulsed.” Afteraminute he con tinued: “It is useless for me to try to conceal my feelings from you, for I feel that you have a’ready divined them. I, also, "loved the beautiful lady, though she knew not of my affection. My parents were the only people in the country with whom Lord Larrimoor was on friendly te rns, and during hi* ludy'a last aiok- »(»i »y mother attended few r ewtimtly, After her death she took great interest in the child," who was about the age of my sister, aud used to bring Lucia home with her to stay a week at a time. Then we three would have grand times romping about the hall, and playing in the park. Some times we j were allowed to accompany Lucia home j aud stay to tea; but I never enjoyed | these visits. The old hall seemed so ' f dark and gloomy, and its master so stern and taciturn. As we grew older we were I together even more, cantering over the hills on horseback, or taking long ram bles in the woods. But most of all wc j liked to row about on this very lake. ! j My father taught me to row as soon as I I was large enough to handle an oar, and i I instructed the girls. Lucia became very skillful, and could outrow both of us. Afterward my mother died, and my sister and I were sent away to school. , As long as ray fether lived we spent our vacations at home. But lie survived my mother only two years. After his death we made our home with an aunt in Dub- j lin, and Glendale Hall was closed. At- ’ ter I finished my course, we spent three j 1 years in travel. After an absence of five ; years I returned to Glendale to find mv playmate, whose memory I had cherish'd daring all the years of our separation, a beautiful and accomplished young lady. Hie and my sister resumed their former friendship; but she seemed shr of me, and before 1 had au opportunity to open my heart to her, she sought refuge from her father’s cruelty in a watery grave.” During this recital we had left the boat, and were now picking our way along the uneven path which led to the house. It was quite late when we reached the hall, and we soon separated for the night. I lay down, but not to sleep. The oc currence of the evening filled my mind, and banished sleep from my eyelids. I longed to fathom the mystery. I had no faith in the supernatural, and I no more believed the boat we had seen was rowed by a spirit, than I believed myself to be . a ghost. I could not help but think that it was the unfortunate girl whom my friend was mourning as dead; and that she was in hiding somewhere among her native rocks, though how she managed to evade pursuit and vanish so suddenly, was more than I could make out. My convictions were strengthened by the fact that the body had never been re covered, though the old lord had offered large rewards, and every peasant in the country had been on the lookout. Before I went to sleep I had formed a plan, and determined to investigate the matter the next night; with my friend’s help if he were willing; if not, alone. When I disclosed my project to Lord Glendale, he shook his head dubiously, and tried to dissuade me, assuring me that he had tried many times to capture the mysterious rover; but always in vain. But seeing that I was determined to go, he wus too gallant to refuse to accom- any me. About sunset we to tne laffe, una t-iuuaitceu ia sep arate boats. I felt that little could be accomplished by pursuit. It was thjs mystertous vanishing we must prevent if possible. So I determined to take my place near where the boat had dis appeared. Lord Glendale, who was a rapid rower, was to wait on the opposite id< neighboring estate, having quarreled with Lord Larrimoor some years before. She and her husband, uow dead, had been servants to Lucia’s grandfather. The old woman readily espoused Lucia’s cause, and, the day before the wedding, she entered the hall unnoticed and found her way to Lucia’s room. She disguised Lucia as a (beggar, and in the bustle of preparation they managed to escape The cave had been discovered and oc- cup’ed by some English fugitives during the troublous times of Cromwell. It was afterward occupied and enlarged by a wi ard hermit. But he had been dead for half a century and the cave deserted. Its entrance had been overgrown by vines, and those who had known of its existence, except the old nurse, were dead or gone away. Even she had not thought of it lor years, until her anxiety quickened her failing memory. Hither she had conveyed her charge, and here they had lived in seclusion for five years. A lonely life indeed for a beautiful young womau; but she chose it rather than sell herself for gold. She besought us not to reveal her hiding-place. We reas sured her of our friendship, and asked permission to visit her again. This was readily granted, and we were invited to return the next evening and bring Nora with us. Great was Nora’s surprise when we re counted our adventures to her. At first she could hardly believe u»; but. seeing we were really in earnest, she gladly ac cepted the joyful news, aud expresed her self anxious to visit her old friend in her strange abode. After that vfp frequently visited the cave, but always with great secrecy. Indeed, it was seldom that the gathering shadows of the evening did not find Lord Glendale on his way thither, and his radiant countenance gave us assurance that his visits were not in vain. As for Nora and I, we loved bet ter to walk in the fragrant garden, or wander among the grand old trees that surrounded the hall. I had already extended my vacation to unprecedented length,and was beginning to think seriously of returning to my work, when Glendale one evening in formed me that on the morrow he would wed the fair Lucia. It was a quiet wed ding in the rocky cave which had shel tered the beautiful bride for so many weary years. An old priest performed the ceremony, of which Nora, the nurse, and I were the only witnesses. A few days later I to >k my departure with a light heart, for Nora was my promised wife. The Lord and Lady of of Glendale passed their honeymoon quietly at Glendale Hall. The hard old Lqrd had long looked upon his daugh ter as dead, and was so overcome to re ceive her again that he forgave her en tirely, and became from that time forth a changed man. All this happened years ago. Nora and I are married now, and our home is in London; but every summer we spend tt-ti »r*n|inn W** 1 * i.nr[i T.i»Ay «f- Glendale at tneSr Deaucirai country seat. —Mary Keim, in Chicajp Current. BUMKT OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. <i How They Fixed It—Discharged— Had His Arm Taken Off—As Big as They Could Afford, Petrified, Etc., Etc. O’er the silent, slumbering city, Night bad spread her sable pall, And a dense funereal blackness. Left its shadow over alL Smith and Jones and Brown together Chanced to be that sombre eve, And the darkness brooding o’er them Could not fail to make them grieve. “Ah, it’s sad to see this blackness O’er our town,’’ they softly said. Then they put their bands together And agreed to paint it red. —Minneapolis Tribune. tfirWhite House. who was the first side and, at the right moment give chase, while I would stand guard over the mysterious rock. The evening was not as bright as the preceding one had been, for the sky was overcast by filmy j clouds which partially obscured the moon. I pushed my skiff as much into the shadow as possible, and waited in silence. In a few minutes I heard the sound of splashing waters. It ( seemed to come from behind the rocks. Presently a boat, rowed by the most, beautiful creature I had ever seen, parted the vines which hung down over the rocks near by, and shot away across the lake and down the stream. I stationed myself at the exact spot whence the boat had emerged, and waited anxiously for my friend to act. It was sometime before the mysterious boat returned; but I waited patiently, oars in hand. At last it came slowly back. Lord Glendale was on the alert and immediately gave chaise, and pursued and pursuer shot towards me with in credible rapidity. I tried to keep down my rising excitement. I felt that now or never was the time, and I crouched low, fearing that she might see me and dart off in another direction. She was evidently wearied with her long row, for my friend was close upon her. She did not see me until _her skiff touched mine. Quick as a fla«h she turned but we were both upon her, and, by some unlucky 'movement, her frail bark was overturned, and, with a wild cry for help, she sank out of sight. Glendale was iu the water in an in stant. He caught her the first time she rose, and we soon had her in the boat. She was no ghost, but a dripping, half-drowned, frightened girl. She re proached us for molesting her, and begged piteously to be released. Glen dale wrapped the dripping form in my coat, assuring her that we were friends and would be most happy to serve her. She seemed to recognize him, and I felt sure from their conversation that she was indeed Lucia, the lost heiress of Larri moor. As the other boats had floated away, Glendale explained to her that it would be necessary for us to convey her to her place of abode, and that we must go quickly, for both of them were drip ping wet. To this she seemed reluctant j to consent, but, being reassured of our good-will, she showed us an opening in the rocks entirely concealed by over hanging vines. Through this we passed j into a shallow channel. It was a very singular place. This channel, enclosed between two high ahd rocky banks, was about three rods long, and, perhaps, half as wide in the middle, narrowing at each ! end, its inner wall became continuous : with the shore of the lake. ' Our fair guide directed us to the upper end, where we found a natural landing, whi h led up to a door in the rocks. In answer j to her call this door was opened by an aged womau. She seemed very much frightened on seeing us; but after a few words from Lucia she b ide us enter, and busied herself making a fire and other- wise ministering to our comfort. > - The apartment was low, but roomy, and divided by screens into parlor, sleeping rooms and kitchen. While Glendale dried his drenched garments, and we drank the cheering cup of tea prepared for us by the old woman, Lucia told her story, which was briefly this: Despairing of escape from the hated ! alliance in any other wav, she had ap- j pealed to her old nurse for aid. This j womau, then nearly eghty years old, was living with her sou m a cotta#* on a j The First^eath at General Harrison, who was President to die at tjic White House (General Taylor being the second), was only one month in office. Inaugurated on the 4th of March, 1841, he expired on the 4th of April following. His malady was pleurisy, from which he suffered for a week before his death. Even after he went to Washington General Harrison kept up his habit of early rising. It was not unusual for him to rise as early as 4:30 o'clock. On the morning of the 27 th of March he made a visit to the Washington market, w here he conversed with the farmers in regard to Ihe prices they obtained for their pro duce, etc. There was a cold, drizzling rain that morning which gave him a severe cold that finally developed into what would now be called pneumonia. After some days the physicians believed they had conquered the malady, and during Friday and unt’l late on Saturday it was confidently asserted th t the Presi dent was out of danger. About five o’clock in the evening there was a change for the worse, from that time his strength rapidly diminished. About midnight his waning powers seemed to revive, but it was only the last flicker of the expir ing flame. He died soon afterward. General Harrison’s last words: “Hr, I wish you to understand the true prin ciples of the Government, I wish them carried out, I ask nothing more,” it was said at the time were spoken as if the dying President wa9 addressing the Vice President, who was to become his suc cessor. General Harrison’s funeral in Washington was an imposing pageant, in which Congress, the departments and the people participated.—New York Jour nal. A Canine Sailor. The schooner Arab, which foundered a year or two ago, hatPa brainy New foundland dog. He was taken on board ship when a puppy, and during the many years he sailed before the mast he made hundreds of trips aroundftlie great lake*. He was thoroughly familiar with all nautical expressions, and when a storm arose he worked as hard as any of the crew. It was then th it lie would sit upon his haunches and watch the Cap tain with a pair of big, luminous intelli gent eyes. When the command to make sail was given he would spring to the throat of the peak halyards of a sail and tug away at them until driven away. Then he would watch the sails unfurl with a critical eye, and if they were not clean and taut he would manifest his dis appointment in many ways. Whenever any of the crew put out in the small boat the dog insisted on going along. He would sit in the bow of the yawl and liek his chops as though he enjoyed the merry “hey-ho" of the oarsmen and the bounding ride over the billows.— Chic ego Herald. A Cure for Laziness. The following singular treatment wa9 formerly applied in Dutch workhouses to indolent and apathetic individuals: The patient was placed in a sort of large tub. into which water was kept con stantly flowing through a pipe, so that in order to keep himself from drowning he had to turn a crank which pumped the water out again. The water supply and the hours of working were nicely adjust- ed"'tQ his strength and endurance, ant the amount gradually increased even day. In ojie report it says: “The inac tive limbs are soou brought to the re quired degree of suppleness, and the mei very soon begin to asg for some less irk *ome labor, which they afterwards m form In » most »A*i»factory manner,'- Everything; Was Petrified. As an illustration of the “colossal liars” of the West, General McCook relates the following. He was traveling among the Rocky Mountains, and straying out one morning from the trail, stood for a mo ment entranced by the magnificent land scape spread before him, when he was aroused from his meditations by the foot steps of one of the guides who had fol lowed him lest he should lose his way. “Is this not magnificent, Bill?” ex claimed the General, anxious to share his delight. “It’s mighty purty, Gineral,” said the guide, “but I kin show you bigger sights nor this. Why, one time Kansas Jim and me had been trampin’ three days and nights, and we came lo a plain, and right in the midst of it was a forestall turned to solid stun!” The General smiled and remarked: “I have heard ef petrified trees before, Bill.” Thegu’dcexpectorated without chang ing countenance, and continued: “But that warn t all, Gineral; thar war a but- falo on that plain, and he war petrified on the (lean jump, and his hufs had kicked up a bit [of sod, and I’m blamed ef that warn't petrified in the air!” The General turned an amused counte nance on the narrator and said: “Why, Bill, the sod would have fallen to the ground by the/orce of gravity.” Without any hesitation Bill answered: “Well, Gineral, the gravity war petrified too!”—Boston Bulletin. An Insulted Fat Woman. A woman weighing 36b pounds, wear ing her haircut short, entered the office of the President of the San Antonio street railroad company, and in a voice that was a cross betwenn a bass violin and a holler shop, said: “I came here to complain of the driver of one of your eaas.” “What’s he been doing?” asked the official. “In crossing the car track I had the misfortune to slip and fall, and I could nut get up right away, for a9 you see I am not 8a ah Bernhardt. I’m fat all over.” “Well, what next?” ‘ The driver of the street car stopped his mule and insulted me.” “What did he say?” “He said if I would get up and let him drive on that I could sit down again on the oar track as soon as the car had passed.” “I shall have him reprimanded,” said the offic’nl. “Thank you, sir; thank you. I’ll pa tronize your street car line hereafter, that is, if the door is wide enough. Good morning, sir.” As '-he passed out, the official remarked to a e’erk: ‘ 8he may not be certainly is a yard in;/#. Discharged. Magistrate—“The young woman says that your continued staring at her an noyed her excessively.” Prisoner—“I never intentionally an noyed a woman in my life, your honor.” Magistrate—“Then why did you stare at her so persistently?” Prisoner—“Because she is pretty, and I couldn’t help it.” Young Womaa—“Let him go, judge.” —Lift. Had His Arm Taken Off. Brother George—“Girls, did you hear what a sad thing happened to Fred Jones yesterday?” Girls (in alarm)—“Nol What was it?” Brother G.—“The poor fellow had to have his arm taken off.” Girls—“O! how terrible l How did it happen?” Brother G. —“Well, it happened this way. He was sitting by Miss Smith; they were then alone, when he suddenly put hie arm around her.” Girls—“Well, go on. What then? What happened?” Brother G.—“Well, it was then it had to be taken off.” “John, old man,”he8aid, “dang your soul, how d’y do? Haven’t seen you for four days. Didn’t hardly know you. Come in here and let’s have a drink. Best liquor in town right in this she bang,” and he yanked the Bishop around and pointed him toward a saloon. “S r!” roared the Bishop, “you are mistaken. I am not John, sir. I am Bishop McLaren!” Tipsy was sober enough to understand the gravity of his error, aud he was so earnest in his apologies that he was let off with only a reprimand. He went on his way, muttering to himself, slipped into one or two places and fired up again, and about an honr after meeting the Bishop he met John. He went up to him at once, extending his hand. “Bishop,” he said, as straight as he could, “I hope you’ll excuse me for that bad break of mine a while ago. I’m very sorry indeed that it occurred, and I wish you would forget it. You look very much like my friend John Oberly, and being somewhat confused I made a natural mistake and—” By this time Oberly had recovered his faculties. ^ “Why, you idiot,” he interrupted, “what’s the matter with jam? Are you crazy or drunk, or both?”* Tipsy looked at Oberly, put his bands on bis shoulders, turned him around, took a back view, fronted him again, gazed into his face for a second and re plied, briefly: “Both, and got ’em bad.” Explanations followed next day and the friends of the parties called Oberly Bishop after that. The title was gen eralized later. At a public banquet, at which one of these friends presided, 1 some one was requested to ask a bless- j ing, and he replied: “Bishop Oberly is the man for that duty.”—Washing- i ton Critic. TWO FRIENDS. We have beside us ever two close friends, Who walk on either hand thro’ all our lives, One with gay laughter take3 our eager hand. And leads us through youth’s wondrous Pleasure Land— Which with a tale of fabled glory vies; Then guides us to the shade of sylvan grove, Where love is blushing in the twilight sweet, And all the air is filled with song of birds— And heavy with the weight of tender words From lips that melt together as they speak. But with us, in our journeying with one, The other walketh with his head bowed low, A guest unwelcome is he, and unsought, And when, by chance, we turn with merry thought, A glance from him falls on our hearts like snow. Yet, silent walks ha On our shrinking hearts He lays no hand until his hour has coma Then leads he even to the vale of Death, And in the shadows there, with shuddering breath, We recognize his features and are dumb I Both friends ? Ah 1 yea The name of one is Joy— Our heart strings quiver with his notes ee gay. But ere the wondrous symphony’s complete, Pale Sorrow’s hand across the chords must sweep To tune in perfect time life’s melody. —Grace D. Roe, in Detroit Free Press. As Bijr as They Could Afford. That great conflagration in this city iu 1872 made the fortunes of some and de stroyed those of others. The family here referred to were severely crippled by the calamity and were forced to economize in every practicable way until the busi ness that maintained them got on its feet again. They moved into a small house in the suburbs and the children of the family were denied many luxuries to which they had been accustomed. A month or two after the fire a baby was born to the household and was duly presented to little Ellen, a six-year-old daughter of the house. si;.. > ‘ | l r— ^ : — 11 ‘ *■-1 ii was asked. “Oh, he’s very nice, but—” “But what?” “Oh, he’s so awful little. But, then, I suppose he’s as big as we can afford, now.”—Bouton Record. The Awful Rite of Joliui*. Johur is an awful rite, says a Hindoo in the London Ball Mall Gazette. A whole tribe may become extinct by it, r.s is seen in several instances recorded in the history of Ihe Rajpoot States. What it signifies is the burning of women to save them from enemies. The Rajpoot is profoundly jealous of his women and to prevent their falling into the hands of conquerors, he has recourse to the Johur —that is to say, the immolation of every female of the family. And the Rajpoot woman gladly embraces such a refuge from captivity; or even if she were not in fear of being forced away as a captive she would preler it to living on a-a widow. The loss of a battle or the capture of a city during the Mohammedan invasions was usually the time when this dreadful rite was practiced. At the end of the famed siege of Cheetore, the ancient Capital of the Rana of Odeyyore, by Ala-uddin in 1303 the Rajpoot chief, after an arduous day, passed the night fit'save from the general" deslmcTion Eleven might save from the general one at least of his twelve sons, of them fell during the next ( few days, and when but one son remained to the Rana he proclaimed the Johur. The fu- ueral pyre was lighted within subterrane an chambers where the sun's rays had never entered, and the defenders of Cheetore beheld the Queens, and their own wives and daughters to the number of several thousands, pass in procession to the fire. The beautiful Pudm3ni, the consort of the Rana, who was believed to be the chief object of attraction for the conquering Tartar, came last in the throng. The door of the caverns closed; the fires raged within, and the Rajpoot women were saved from the conqueror. When afterward Ala-uddin entered the I Capital on the death of the Rana and his surviving son, who fell in the conflict, he found it strewn with the bodies of its defenders, while smoke yet issued from the recesses where the women had per ished. Again,during the second seige of Chee tore by Bahadoor, Shah of Gujrat, in 1530, when the bravest had fallen in de fending the breach caused by his artil lery (it was served by Portuguese ad venturers), the Johur was proclaimed. There was little time to build the pyre. Combustibles were heaped up in hur riedly-made hollows in the ground and magazines were placed around them. The mother of the infant Prince led the procession of willing victims to their doom and 13,000 females were thus im molated at once. In the Johur on the occasion of Firoz Shah’s attack upon Jes-ulmir, some years after the event above described, 16,000 females were destroyed. PITH AND POINT. “This beats me,” as the egg remarked when it saw the spoon. —Boston Bulls-- tin. It is said that the coming cow will have no horns. In that case the coming man will take none.—Picayune. There is no oleomargarine about a goat. He is genuine butter every time, aud gives lull weight.—Drake's Maga zine. “Nerve Food” is advertised in differ ent papers. We suppose it forms the chief diet of book-agents.—Pith and Point. “How many women marry a good, sensible man?” asks Kate Field. Only one, if the man can help it.—Nort/s American. It is the silly man who slings aside his paper with the comment that “half of it isn’t worth reading.”—The wise man reads the other half.—Philadelphia CaU. “Every lassie has her laddie ” To whisper words of love— But every lassie has a daddy To knock on the floor above, —Life. A Western farmer has had J .'««urunu* SVHl is seldom we hear of such timer nn M — Graphic. Whene'er the small boy makes a racket Or annoys his mother with his tunes. She is sure” to say she’ll warm his jacket, Though she always warms his pantaloons. : —.ludge K Why do we always talk about putting on a coat and vest? Who puts on a coat before the vest? We also say shoes and stockings. What’s the matter with us, anyhow ?—Ph iladelphia Call. K ate Field says she is tired of the world, and “would like to live apart from the fashionable bustle.” Why don’t you take it off, then, Kate, and give it to the hired girl?—Minneapolis Tribune That the oyster is nutritious, Quite exquisitely delicious, Is a statement that can never be denied, But he suddenly grows vicious; Toward your stomach quite malicious, When he’s fried. —Merchant Traveler. wm JMan che jmy \3 ‘all wool,’ but sht wide.”—Texas Sir How Oberly Became a Bishop. The Hon. John Oberly, Civil Service Commissioner, is generally known as Bishop Oberly, and the manner of his acquiring his title is rather amusing. It seems that the Hon. John bears a strik ing resemblance to Bishop McLaren, of the Chicago Diocese, and one day a tipsy friend of John’s overtook the Bishop on the street. It was John, of course, to Mr. Tipsy, and coming up to x j ihira he slapped him ft sounder on the I back. Hysteria and Mesmerism. In these days when mesmeric, hysteric and other pathological or psychological phenomena are made to play so large a part in fiction, it must be consoling to the practical mind to find them for once connected with fact. The chief French surgeons and medical professors have for some time been carefully studying the ef fects of mesmerism on the female patients of the Salpetriere hospital, and M. Ba- binski, a clinical surgeon of that estab lishment, has just effected a scries of ex periments, the results of which would seem to open up a new' future for inedi- cal science. M. Babinski tried to prove that certain hysterical symptoms could be transferred by the aid of the magnet from one patient to another. He took two subjects, one a dumb womau atticted with hysteria, and the ot er a fern ae who was in a state of hypnotic trance. A screen was placed between the two, and the hysterical woman was then put under the influence of a strong magnet. After a few moments she was rendered dumb, while speech was suddenly re stored to the other. M. Babinski also effected temporary cures of paralysis in the same manner. Luckily for hi* healthier patients, however, their bor rowed pains and symptoms did not last long.—Paris Letter. A Queer Tax Return. Many years ago the following curious return was sent in by a supposed public debtor to the Commissioners of Taxes of an Eastern city: I, A. B., declare: I have but little money to spare. 1 have 1 little house, 1 “ maid, 2 “ boys, 2 “ trade, 2 “ land, 2 “ money to command; Rather little is my little all 2 supply with comfort my little squall Anti 2 little tc pay taxes at all. By this you see I have children three Depending on me. ?*Dru Qbodt ChrotJeh. Bricks That Will Float * “Floating palaces” are often spoken of, but mostly by a figure of speech to describe certain splendid steamships. But now it seems that modern improve ment has made it possible to build a brick house on the sea (?). Floating bricks are now successfully produced in France, the material of which they are composed being a kind of earth found in Tuscany, consisting of fifty-five parts of sandy earth, fifteen of magnesia, fourteen of w’ater, twelve alumina, three lime, one iron. It exhales a clay-like odor, and, when sprinkled with water, throws out a light, whitish smoke. It is infusible in the fire: and though it loses about an eighth part of its weight, its bulk is scarcely diminished. Bricks composed of this substance, either baked or un baked, float in the water, and a twen-‘ tieth part of clay may be added to their composition without taking away their property of swimming. These bricks re sist water, unite perfectly with lime, are Subject to no alteration from the heat or cold, and the baked differ from the un baked only in the sonorous quality which they acquire from thetire. Their strength is a little inferior to that of common bricks, but much greater in proportion to their weight. Thus a floating brick, measuring seven inches in breadth, and one inch eight lines in thickness, is.-said to weigh only fourteen and one-fourth ounces, whereas a common French brick was found to weigh five pounds and nearly seven ounces.—San Francisco CaU. _ . .. Burial Place of the Booth Family. The burial place of the Booth family is Greenmount cemetery, Baltimore; and Edwin Booth always visits the spoLwhea~ he is in that city and lays flowers on the ffrares of his mother and sister. A plain monument stands in the lot. One side of it has these- kjrd»; lilt* the same ' grave with Junius Brutus Booth is buried the body of Mary Ann, bis wife, who survived him thirty-three years.” On the opposite side is inscribed: “To the memory of the children of Junius Brutus and Mary Ann Booth—John Wilkes, Frederick, Elizabeth, Mary Ann, Henry Byron.” On the east side is found: “Junius Brutus Booth, born May 1, 1796,” and on the opposite side, “Died November 30, 1852.” Close to the mon ument, on the south side, is a grave co*- ered with ivy, said to mark the ppot where lie the remains of John Wilke? Booth One small rose bush is growy[ at the head of the grave and anothg x _ the foot. Edwin Booth defrays t’ peuse of keeping the lot in orde' . , TTi ! Afh named About 100 babies navy ti^ Vttttfd after the pre«mt Preil4r itfttfl.