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C. SHOP NEXT DOOR NORTH of POST OFFICE A clean shave, a neat cut, and polite at tention guaranteed. May 3, 18--tf. BREVITY OF LIFE, BY RICHARD HENRY WILDE. My life is like the summer rose, That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shads of evening close, Is scatter'd on the ground-to die! Yet on the rose's humble bed The sweetest dews of night are shed, As if she wept the waste to see But none shall weep a tear for me! My life is- like the autumn leaf That trembles in the moon's pale ray, Its holde is frail-its date is brief, Restless-and soon to pass away! Yet ere that leaf shall fall and fade, The parent tree will mourn its shade, The winds bewail the leafless tree, But none shall breathe-a sigh for me! My life is like the prints, which feet Have left on Tampa's desert strand; Soon as the rising tide shall beat, All trace will vanish from the sand; Yet, as if grieving to efface All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea, But none, alas! shall mourn for me! #titcub #tv. THE GOOD-F 0R-NOTHIN G --- "Yes, I think I may say with out boasting that this is the model school of the State, and Clarence Terry is its model scholar." Mr. Pigeon, as he spoke, glanced at a slight, tall boy at the head of the class. "Always first. Recites page af ter page without the break of a syllable. Obedient, gentlemanly: In s.hort sir, if you discover a fault in that boy, you must have keener eyes than mine." It was Mr. Pigeon's last day in the academy. He had been ap pointed to a professorship in a college, and the new teacher, Mr. Nagle, had arrived to take his place. Mr. Pigeon, in fac, was inaugurating him in bis office. "Her-e is the roll of names," he said. "I have added s, remark to each which may give you a hint of the character of the boys. You will find it.-usef'ul." Mr. Nagle looked it over. "'John Steele'-which is John Steele ?" he asked. "TL . loutish, red-haired lad at the end of the bench. You'll ob serve the vacancy in his face." Now opposite John Steele's name was written, "The good-for nothing." As the boys changed class, Mr. Pigeon whispered, "I am almost forced to believe that that boy's mind is impenetrable-so far as knowledge goes." Mr. Nagle paid more attention to John Steele than to any other boy that afternoon. It was undeniabg a bad case. He was in the first page of the Latin grammar, while the other boys of his age were reading Virgil. John stumbled over the first declension, breaking down invaria bly, in the vocative. He bounded France by Russia, and moved Oan' ada in a lump down to South America. Mr. Pigeon had a taste for poe try ; he read with fine effect, and was anxious that his boys should acquire the same taste. Hie was in the habit of reading some brief poems to the*m at the close of the morning's exercises. To-day he chose Longfellow's "Psalm of Life." The boys were encouraged to give t-beir opinions on it. "How does this poem affect you, Clarence ?" asked Mr. Pigeon. "They are most noble verses, sir," said the lad, fluently. "We might take somo of them as a motto for our lives." '"Yery true. Good criticism. And what did you think of them, John ?" "Didn't think anything." - "You must have some glimmer of an idea about them." John's freckled face grew red. "What was it. Out with it." "Any man's a fool to be spend in' his time making footmarks on the sand," burst out John. "Why didn't he build somethin'-somie thin' that wouldn't wash away ?" Mr. Nagle smiled, and looked at the boy, puzzled. He managed to talk to most of the boys sepa. ately during recess, and among ta >-est to .John: "1am sorry to see you so low in your class, John." "I'm always there," promptly. "Mostly foot." "We must try and bring you up,"-cheerfully. "You can't do it, sir,'.'-looking him straight in the eye, and speak with a ready decision that startled the teacher. "I study more than any boy here. But I can't learn. I'm of no account, Mr. Pigeon Mr. Nagle wai very patient with John. But after a few weeks, he, too, began to despair. Thc bov seemed to have absolute ly no memory for words, and very little for ideas. If a rule in arith rpetic or a fact in history was hammered into his head to-day, by to-morrow it was sure to be gone. As far as this poor brain was con cerned, it certainly seemed as if nature preferred a vacuum. One day Jobn's -nother c4lled on Mr. Nagle. She was a little, anxious woman, dressed in deep mourning. . "Can you do nothing with the boy ?" she said, with tears coming to bei- eyes. "He is all I have. His father is dead. . I hoped to give him a classical course, and to see him in some profession." 'I will do dll I can," promised Mr. Nagle. But his heart. sank within him. Leaving Mrs. Steel, he 'went down into the village street. A crowd had collected about a trench which had been dug for some pur pose. The doctor's horse had falllen into it, and was struggling desperately to get out, the shel-v ing yellow clay giving him an un certain foothold. Some of the men had struck him cruelly, and some were try ing to urge him by dragging at the reins. All the others were looking on solemnly, with their hands in their pockets. Just then Mr. Nagle heard a clear, authori tative voice. "Help me bring these planks and put them in the trench I" Surely that was John's voice. To his surprise, the men listened to him. "What's yer idea, John ny ?" "The horse can help himself better than all of you can drag him, only give him a solid foot ing." In five minutes the poor beast had struggled out, with the help of two or three planks. He limped as he was led off. Nobody noticed this but John. "Stop a moment," lhe cried, and lifting the horse's foot he picked out a stone from it with a little tool which he took from his pocket ; for John's pocket was filled with little tools and queer, tiny mechanical contrivances. "Who made them, John ?" said is teacher. "I did, sir,"-looking stupid again. The next day, about dusk, Mr. Nagle was in the ferry-boat which crossed the river at that point. Several of his pupils wge on board, coming back from a match of base-ball; among them Clarence and John. Whben half way across the river, there was a loud explosion, and Mr. Nagle found himself clinging to the deck rail, his legs in the water. The boiler had burst with such force that the boat was shattered. A portion ef the deck had parted from the bulk as the latter sank to the bottom of the river. There was a frantic struggle for life. Then the portion of the wreck he was on floated down stream. About a dozen of the passengers clung to it. The night fell fast. The shore was but a fast receding dark line, with red twinklIng lights. Upon the shattered deck cabin a single life perserver.. John sawl it, ulimbed like a cat to where it was, and brought it down. "Give me that !" shrieked Cla rence. "Oh, give it to me ! I can't swim !" "It's for this woman."~ There was but one woman among thcm, and she was old and lame. - "Give it to me, I say ? Help help!i We'en drowning!" He seized the life-preserver. John quietly took it from him, I and buttoned it about the old wo man's waist. Then he began to drag out one or two benches and boxes that were in the cabin. Mr. 1agle noticed how cool and alert the boy was in spite of his deadly paleness and trembling. "We bad better tie ourselves to these," he said. "This deck is so sh4ttered it will go to pieces be fore they see us from the shore." Mr. Nagle, without a word, fol lowed his advice. John was not a Latinist and no poet, but he had one quality which made him a leader just then. A few moments later, the deck broke up, and ir. Nagle found himself in the rushing current, but was picked up by one of the boats which were out in search of the victims, The banks were lined with pale, terrified faces. As he was lifted on shore, he saw a boy dragged out of the water, and a poor little woman in black fly to bim with a wild cry. "I'm all-aii right, jnother," gasped John ; and then he cried on her breast like the child that he was. "I thought I'd never see you again !" he sobbed. Now there had been a stranger on board,-a queer, wizened little man with a foxy wig. This man, who was among the saved, took up his quarters at the village inn, and presently there arrived by ex press a mysterious engine or pump, directed to him, wbich was placed in the hall way of the inn. It seemed to have a curious fas cination for John. He spent half his leisure time poring over it. measuring the tubes with his inch rule. In front of the case there was a square of plate-glass. Now it happened that one day, while John was relaxing his mind by a game of ball in the street, he threw the ball plump into this costly bit of glass. The other boys ran, and John ran too,-but only for a few steps. Then he went to his savings-bank, and took out the money which was meant for the holidays. He presented himself before the old man, who was looking at his shat tered glass and taking snuff vio lently. "I did that, sir. There is the money for it. Will it be enough ?" "Oh, you did it, eh ?" scowling at him. "Well, give me the money. What are you eternally prying into my press for,- any how ?" "It's not a press. It's a pump. I understand it all but that wheel. I can't make out what that wheel is there for," starting for it, his hands in his pockets. The old manz talked to John awhile. That evening he called on Mrs. Steele, and sent up his card. "Peter Copley, Machinist." "I've had my eyes on your boy, ma'am," be said, abruptly, "for some time. Noticed him the night of the explosion. I'd like to take him, with me and teach him my trade. He has a sound, practical head, that boy," Mrs. Steele accepted the offer, and went with her boy. Twenty years afterwards, Mr. Nagle; then a judge in the Su preme Court, tried a case in which the firm of Copley and Steel, en. gine builders, was plaintiff. In the coure of the suit, he be came acquainted with the junior member of the firm, a man ci high standing in his business, and of equally high repute as a man oj probity and honor. One day there was a sudder recognition. "John Steele, the ?" "Good-for-notbieg? Yes," saic John, with a laugh ; "and no bet ter acquainted with the classics o1 bele-lettres than then, judge.J had but one talent, and I cam< very near burying it for life Whenever I hear a boy despon( because he has not a dozen talents I say, 'Look for the one talent boy ! Look for the one!I'" [Monthly Companion However little we have to do let us do that little well. BROADBRIM' LETTER FROM LONDON. Arrival in London--Queer Lodgings--The Great University Bace-Sights and Scenes in London Life-Brother Jonathan Abroad, &c., &c. "My last letter was begun and finished on the sea, in order to get it off by the earliest ocean mail. Six days of continuous storm had made me long for the sight of land, and I felt perfectly content to leave the unstable footing and exhilara ting air of the ocean to those ro mantic young ladies and gentlemen who delight in 'A life on the ocean wave.' "The cry of 'Land !' sent a thrill through the passengers and crew, and all crowded forward to atch a glimpse of 4olyhead a4d the grim Welsh mountains which guard the western coast of Albion. The day was raw and chilly; the fierce east erly storm, which had raet u$ as WP were partiAg frorq the American coast, followed as into the chops of the Channel and up the Mersey, even to the docks of Liverpool. The debarkation was quickly made; courteous Custom House Oicers completed their t4sk wih as little delay as possible. The inspection passed, I jumped into a hansom (cab), and in a few minutes was comfortably quartered in the North western HoteL Liverpool has A dark, smoky look, which is in a measure relieved by the dazzling brightness of the gin-shops. Squa lid misery, hopeless poverty, wretch edness unspeakable, meet you everywhere; it is not only in the by-ways and the slurqs, but on all the great thoroughfares. You pass tattered men, women and children, with starvation gleaming from their eyes. They look as though they always had been poor, and there is about them a pale, chalky sort of look, wherein you can trace the history of the gin-shop, with all the terrible associations made immortal by the pencil of Hogarth. On every hand are the evidences of opulence and imperial power. Ships fromi every clime cram her store houses with- the costliest treasures of the earth. At Birkenhead, across the Mersey, the roar of blazing fur naces and the .thunder of Titanic hammers seem to shake the very earth, as they build those gigantic steamers which are the wonder and admiration of the world. Miles and miles of solid masonry form the great docks which have no pa rallel on the face of the globe. Magnificent publio buildings sur round you, but they.look dark and grim and sooty, completely de stroying the sense of beauty which would otherwise attach to ,them. The magnitude and solidity of everything astonishes you; in the bridges and archways and tremen dous walls of .masonry the work looks as though it might have been performed by a race of Titans long since extinct, instead of the Pigmies you see laboring by the wayside. From Liverpool to London the railway runs through a country which gives you the impression of being entirely finished-it seems as if there was nothing more to do. The fields are all prepared, the lawns are all mowed, the hedges are trimmed, all the little bits of straw and hay have been picked up from the road and the wayside, and there is nothing left for anybody to do. There were but few people visible in the country; all were huddled in the towns. Disembark ing at the Victoria Station, I found my way to quarters just back of the Strand, and only a short dis tance from Waterloo Bridge and Somerset House. Within sight was the building whei'e the traitor Benedict Arnold died. My own quarters were one the abode of the vagabond Earl of Rochester. The room I occupied had an air of faded gentility, of the gloomy and grand order ; and .as the gay Earl Iis not considered a model by the good people of Exeter Hall, it was, perhaps, as well for my sweet peace of mind that I knew no more of its history ; but as I blew out the light and jumped into bed, the red glare from the grate lit up the face of a gra caale in high ruff and buff boots, who hung against the wall, and as I sunk into an uneasy slumber, he seemed to step down from the canvas, anti tell me a jum ble of Cour-de-Leon and William the Conqueror; Edward the Con fessor, Jane Shore, and the great Protector; and Henry the Eighth's three wives, who came out minus their heads, and good Queen Bess, with her red head and her hooked nose; of Guy Fawkes and the Lord George Gordon Riots. I was just about to fire off the great Krupp gun on a mob which had attacked Windsor Castle, and Qtleen Vic toria was looking out at me from King Willian Tower, when I awoke. The wry of a London fog is acknowledged wherever Brit ish civilization is known. The rain came pattering down, filling the streets with sloppy wretchedness' and r4td. The miserable weather gave no respite to the millions whose cry of -want is unceasing. Dripping and soggy, a restless tide of humanity rolled down Oxford trpet and the Strand. Women, with clothes ~all wet and soaking, push carts along the streets, loaded with vegetables or fish. Costermongers, driving little don keys about the size of P Newfound land 4og, trotted along, whistling Rs cheerfully as if it had been a balmy day in June. All London was astir, and, indeed, I might say all England. The chances of a dis turbance with Russia were, for the rmomept, forgotten, for the Univer sity Boat Race was now on the tapis, and everything else had to give way. Oxford and Cambridge were in the ascendant, and till that important matter was settled, they had no time to waste on the con sideration of the probable conse quences of the thunder of British guns awakening the Russian Bear, or even the assassination- of the Earl of Leitrim among the hills of Donegal.. If you want to see En gland out for a holiday, just come and take a look at her on Derby Day, or at the time of the Univer sity Boat Race. The love of athletic sports has always found a very warm corner in the true British heart. A hundred -years ago, the Prize Ring sent a Member to thie House of Barliament, and noble men, whose pedigrees went back to the Conqueror, stepped into the rope circle to encourage their re spective favorites. Now the boat race and the walkig match furnish a healthier excitement for the million, and the elite of Britain's aristocracy, attended by all that is gentle and beautiful in the land, lend the sanction of their pres ence to that which may be called the National Carnival of the year. But, the Boat Race ended, the thing is done with, and business goes on as before. Nothing im presses a stranger in England more than the grand scale on which everything is done. It may possibly take them some time to make up their minds (for nobody appears in a hurry), but when they have made up their m3inds, it is no longer a matter of trouble or ex pense. It is no matter whether it is the sending an army to the mountains of Abyssinia, or fitting out an expedition to the North Pole; succoring the starving mil lions of India, or building a railroad depot that rivals in magnificence the palaces of her kings-the motto is 'Thorough.' The reverence of England for her honored dead greets you on every hand. The gallant Victor of Trafalgar stands guard over the priceless treasures of the National Gallery, while Have lock and Napier look up from the granite base to the grandest of England's Admirals. The 'Great Commoner,' Pitt, stands enshrined over the western entrance to the Abbey, and the tablet to his great father, the Earl of Chatham, stands at the portal on the north, on which England has testified 'her everlast ing gratitude to the dead son who raised her to a height of greatness and glory which she had never known before.' Passing along the hallowed aisles, in which are en shrined so much of England's greatness, 1 saw a little tablet on the wall to John and Charles Wes ley. No greater evidence of En gland's progress can be found in all the United Kingdom. The Church of England has jealously guarded her every right and privilege, and while all the rest of the nation, at times, has been possessed of the blind fury of the iconoclast, she alone has been the great conserva tive power whose business it was to guard the time-honored traditions of the past. Yet here, among the relics of her saints, among the dry bones and dust of her poets and statesmen and her kings, is a little tablet to the memory of two hum ble disciples of Christ, who in their day and generation were despised and cast out of men. All honor to the great Dean whose liberal heart allowed this memorial of tender ness and love to bear to future ages the testimony that all of Christian Service and Christian Faith is not confined within the Ritual of the Church of England. It has been too much the custom for travellers from my own and other countries, to attempt to belittle and ignore the Imperial surroundings of this magnificent city. The man must be a madman or a fool who can wander from day to day among In stitutions which glorify humanity, and splendid charities which dis pense their gracious gifts with a lavishness and bounty unknown in other lands, who can see those im perial collections to which the earth, and the sea, and the sky in every land hath paid tribute, and not ac knowledge freely and cheerfully that here is a people worthy to oc cupy the position that they do, as arbitors in the destiny of the world. The child of the English beggar to day, can have free access to such a collection, as the grandest Imperial power on the earth could not have commanded a hundred years ago. Here are hospitals supported by in dividual bounty, which hold in their free service such marvellous skill and knowledge, as kings could only command. If a man wants to find fault, there is plenty to find fault with here. The Briton of all past time has manfully maintained his inalienable right to grumble, he clings to it abroad and he fights for it at home, and he loves fair play too well to deny that privilege to his French and American cous ins. The great difficulty appears to be that when brother Jonathan goes traveling, he forgets to put New York in one breeches pocket and Boston in the other. The Frenchman is compelled to leave Paris on the banks of the river Seine, and the German thinks his lager and pretzels more palatable in Vienna or Berlin. Here the con trasts of life are quick, short, and sharp. The tattered costermonger drives his donkey cart under the shadow of the proud palace of St. James', and the ragged beggar smokes his pipe among the princely club houses of Pall Mall. (hi all the great thoroughfares, shops rich in priceless jewels and gold stand cheek by jowl with dirty little dens, rank with the foul odor of red herrings, stale sausages, and musty tripe ; the dividing lines between the lowly and the great are gradually dying out.. The rich merchants whose argosies are bring ing to England's shores the untold treasures of every land, are getting to be the acknowledged lords of the soil. The manufacturers of Bir mingham and Sheffield and Man chester, the merchant princes of London and Liverpool, represent to day the real power on which England depends in its hour of danger and trial. I don't blame the Frenchman whose heart beats quicker at the grand strains of the Marsellaise, or the American wan dering in a foreigni land, whose blood is stirred at the sight of the Stars and Stripes, but I should despise the Englishman who could forget for a moment the splendid achievements of his own imperial race, which has been glorified by the genius of Shakespeare, the hu manity of Wilberforce, the indomita ble pluck of Wellington and Nelson, the eloquence of Pitt, of Canning, and of Fox, and the great Army of Martyrs who have offered them selves as a sacrifice to human liber. ty during the past eight hundred years of her advancing civilization. But good bye London. Paris and a great Exposition is still before meand trusting thatgay be able to convey to myhligens a few ideas of character, I am, Truly yours, B3ROADBRIM,