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- lewis m. grist, Proprietor. ^ii Jfnbcjitnbcnf Jfamilg ftcfosppcr: Jfor ijje "promotion of fjjc political, Social, Agricultural anb Commercial Jitfcrcsls of f|c Souljj. jTERMS?^2.50 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. VOL 31 YORKVILLE, S P., THURSDAY, ATJG-TJST 2Q, 1885. NO. 34. JWeftcd foettg. A STALK OF CORN. One little shoot from out the ground, One little shoot and all around Is black with earthly mould. And still it springs toward the sky^ While on the zepnvrs low its sigh With gentle voice is told. Warmed into life it constant lifts Its spreading blade, with night's dew gifts, Drawn from the heaven's springs. Another leaf and others come, Increases more the voice's hum That low, sweet music sings. They steal up to the sun, and spread Their dashing blades that softly shed Their shadows on the ground. A tassel next of sun-tint springs, When flinging out its golden wings, . ? ' A plume the stalk has crowned. it tosses ranen on tne xeaves, That with their motion softly weaves An ear of golden corn. First from its side it shyly peeps, Then into life it quickly leaps, The ear just newly born. There swathed in leaves, the rain it drinks, ,, While in the earth the pearl-drop sinks, From clouds as pure as snows. Pure milky white, a dream it slides, Into bright pearls on either side, , They gather into rows. Wooing pollen that floats the air, A silken tassel soft as hair Is drooping from its end. It scents the Kisses of the breeze Mingling in their sympathies, Thus lovingly they bleit^ A golden tinge the pearl grains wear, While hardening into gold, they are The jewels of its heart. The earnest of a life as given, The will divine, it spreads from heaven, To do an earthly part. The seasons part, the leaves are dry, A sad low voice is heard to sigh, As bursts the russet husk. The great, rich ear that summer gives, To flow its wealth while winter lives, With fragrance rare as musk. Thus from a single grain of corn, A thousand grains sweet toil hath borne From air and earth's dark breast; While flashing in the sun its blades, No pomp of arm j' e'er parades The wealth with whicn it's blessed. The infant shoot, the soldier's plume, The ereat. broad fields that toil doth groom, Tilling the stubborn glebe, Gives wealth it gleans from out the earth ; Thus honest toil proclaims its worth, And thus the millions feed. j ?A. Sanders Piatt. (The ftotw Sdlet. AT THE STAJKEr A Story of the Middle Ages. "To the stake with her! Away with the sorceress! God's curse be on her for her evil doings?" shouted the mob. It was early morning, yet even at that hour the judgment hall of the little town of Bourdonnis was thronged with the populace. Men, women and children, old and young, the noble and the burgher, priests, soldiers and common people, crowded the spacious hall and cried madly for her blood. The eveningbeforeafemale, closely veiled and attended by two servants, whose dark countenances bespoke the sons of Ethiopia, had arrived at Bourdonnis and put up atone of the principal hostelries ot the place. Strange rumors soon arose respecting her. Her garb, her mien, her language, and her complexion were said to be those of a Saracen, against which accused race the chivalry of Europe and the church itself warred in vain. These rumors gained additional strength when the landlord of the inn where she had stopped, was heard to say that he had seen her practicing sorcery, a charge easily credited in that age, and one which few, especially in a case like this, had the hardihood to disbelieve. In less than an hour the whole population of the town was "? i - * x _ I 1 aDout, surrounding me nosieiry, anu crying out for vengeance against the sorceress. Such commotions were both frequent and sanguinary in that superstitious age. The soldiery, however, interfered by arresting the unsuspecting victim of these rumors, and at an early hour the prisoner had been brought into the judgment hall to await the mockery of trial. "Answer me, daughter of Belial!" said the judge, as soon as the murmurs of the mob allowed him to be heard. "Will you confess your crime? Speak, or you die! Know you that the rack, aye! fire itself awaits you if your obstinacy continues?" The prisoner was a slight girlish creature, sitting with her face buried in her hands, directly opposite to the judge. She was apparently young, and her figure, so far as could be seen through the thick veil which shrouded her form, was light and agile as that of a sylph. To the judge's question she made no answer. She only shook her hoarl rlp^nnnrlincrlv. nnfl thoso niedi ht?r fan cied they heard her sob. At these fearful words, repeated now for the second time, and growled forth with an ominous fierceness, appalling even to the hearer, the prisoner was observed to tremble, whether with fear or otherwise, we know not, and lifting her veil up with a sudden effort, she rose to her feet, turned hastily around to the mob, and disclosed a countenance of such surpassing loveliness to their gaze, that even those who had cried out most unrelentingly for her blood now shrank abashed into silence, while others who had 0 been less eager for her condemnation audibly murmured in her favor. "What would ye have of me?" she said, addressing the judge, and for the first time standing unveiled before him. "As there is a God in whom we both believe, I have told you only the truth. I am a stranger, a foreigner, a defenceless woman, but not the less the affianced bride of one of your proudest noblemen, the count de Garonne." The tone in which she spoke was low, but oh! how touchingly sweet; and her words were uttered in broken French, with a perceptible Oriental accent. Loud murmurs rose in her favor as she ceased speaking. The tide was turning. But the judge now spoke. "Out on thee for a base slanderer of a noble son of France and a holy crusader! Thou the betrothed bride of Garonne! As soon would the eagle mate with the vulture. I tell thee, woman, that thy story of having been shipwrecked in coming to France, and of all thy train having been lost except thy two Ethiopian myrmidons, is a foul lie, and I am almost minded to wring the truth from thee on the rack." "I have said it," said the prisoner in a firm voice, for she felt that her life depended on her firmness, "and if you will give but one week, one little week, and I'll prove it before man as well as God. I catne from Syria in the same fleet with my lord, but under charge of his mother's confessor? now a saint in heaven !?but being separated by a storm, in which our galley was shipwrecked, I was thrown unprotected on your shores. 1 am a stranger nere. xuy servants even have deserted me. 1 do no one harm. I plot no treason. All I ask is to pass on my way. Oh !" she continued in a burst of emotion, "if you have a daughter, think what would be your feelings if she was thus to be set upon in a strange land," and she burst into tears. Again the crowd murmured in her favor. "Woman! sternly interposed the judge, unmoved by her emotion, "look at the victim of your sorcery, and seek no longer to deceive us by your lies. Send forth Phillip the Deformed!" At the words of the judge, an official bearing a white wand stepped into a side room, and in a moment reappeared with a cripple hideously deformed, whom the populace recognized as the landlord of the hostelry. When confronted with the prison . er he glared at her with a look of demoniacal hatred. "Know you this woman?" asked the judge." "Ay, to my cost," answered the cripple. "It is through her incantation that I am the being I am. It was but yesterday she came to my inn, attended by two heathenish Ethiopians, whom I have heard palmers from the Holy Land say are kept by the Panins? ; God's ban be theirs! I no sooner beheld i her than I recognized her to be the sorceress who, three years ago, brought on me the | disease by which I am crippled. I could : tell her among a thousand. The curse of I God light on her for a child of the evil ! one," and the witness ground his teeth together and glanced fiercely at the prisoner. Alow murmur of approval, at first faint | and whispered but gradually swelling into j a confused shout rose on the air as he ceasI ed. "He is a perjured wretch," exclaimed the j prisoner with energy, "whom my servants ! detested in an attempt to rob my pooref: fects; hence his malice and this charge." I I'Cilanna li'ftmon " ofornlv iniprnnsprl t.hp VTVlAAMaa} ?Mvw? |/VWVM ? w j judge, "or else confess. Will you, a child of Belial, malign a Christian man ?" The testimony of the publican had worked a complete change in the fluctuating feel, ings of the mob toward the prisoner, and I the words of the judge were answered back by a shout of approval. The prisoner was seen to turn deathly pale. She did not re; ply however, to the question, but shook her head despondingly, as if conscious that all hope was over. ; "Lead her away," hoarsely growled the mob, while the dense mass of people swayed to and fro in the excitement, as if they would have rushed on the defenceless vicj tim. "Again I ask thee, woman, wilt thou ; confess?" She shook her head despondingly, buyled her face in her hands ana mumured something ; perhaps it was a prayer. The mobburst once more into commotion. "Where are the servants of this woman ? let them be put on the rack," said the judge. "They have escaped," answered an official. "Vengeance for the sufferers by her in-; ! cantations!" hoarselv crowled a voice from j the mob. The judge no longer hesitated, but yielding to the popular current as well as his own prejudices, sentenced her to be burned | at high noon of that very day. A wild shout of exultation rose from the frenzied | mob as the sentence was pronounced, but | over the din swelled the fearful cry. "To i the stake with her?away with the sorcerj ess." It was a few hours earlier in the same day when a noble knight sat in a hostlery of the little seaport town of . He was of singularly imposing cast of countenance. His features were of the true Norman outline, with a lofty intellectual brow, shaded by locks of the richest chestnut hue. His cheek was embrowned by a Syrian sun until it was of the darkest olive color, but the clear white of his forehead, which had been protected from exposure by his helmet, betrayed the original purity of his complexion. His form was tall and commanding. He sat apparently absorbed in thought, but was aroused from his reverie by the entrance of a retainer. "Are the horses ready ?" "Yes, my lord," said the man. "We will mount into the saddle at once then; how far did they say it was to Bourdonnis?" "Six leagues." . "We shall reach it before nightfall; lead on. The partv which set forth from the inn woo o trollonf-. citrhf. tn hphnld. Tvniphts. ..?? 1. p , squires, men-at-arms and other retainers swelled the escort of the young count to the number of nearly four-score, while the pennons waving in air, and the occasional sound of a trumpet gave a liveliness to the escort which attracted the attention of the passersby of every rank and sex, and drew many a sigh of envy from them. But who might pretend to be the equal of the renowned Count Garonne, a crusader of untarnished fame, a gallant still in the flower of his youth ana the lord of half a score of castles scattered over the wide domain of France. At the head of the proud array rode the count himself, conversing gaily with a knight at his side, whom he familiarly called cousin. "Ay, by St. Dennis !" said the count, she is a divinity such as even our sunny pro[ vince doth not afford. Such eyes, such hair, and then, by my faith, such a voice! It pained my heart to part from my sweet Zilah?but she would have it so?and so she comes in company with Father Ambrose and a score of my best knights. Her maidenly modesty dictated this, and I was forced to submit. VVe were separated, however, by that heathenism storm, and I suppose her galley put into Genoa." "I long to see your princess, nor do I wonder at your love, since she freed you from a Moslem prison. I am all impatience to behold her?but look at the knave coming over yonder hill. lie rides like the fiend himself." "Ay! and by St. Dennis he is a blackamoor; a scarcer thing here than in Syria." Even while they spoke the horseman rap' idly approached, and before many minutes drew in the rein of his foaming steed at the J side of the count, whom he appeared to J know. The recognition was mutual. The | man instantly spoke in a strange tongue, j and with violent gestures, while, with an j j agitated voice, the count appeared to quesI tion him. But a few minutes had elapsed, : however, before the count turned around I to his cousin, and exclaimed, in a voice trembling with emotion, but with an atj tempt at composure: "Zilah has been wrecked, and only she and j two of her train, with a few common sailors, I have escaped. Her strange companions, her foreign tongue, but more than all, the ' accursed perjuries of a thieving innkeeper, j have brought on her the charge of sorcery, I a tumult has been raised, and?God of my 1 fathers!?may even now be suffering on the I rack or at the stake. Oh! why did I ever leave her? But, if a hair of her head is 1 harmed, I will hang every knave of Bourdonnis." "Let us on at once, then; we may yet arrive in time." "Pass the word down the line," exclaimed the count. "On, knights and gentlemen; we must not draw rein until we reach Bourdonnis." I After a few minutes of hurried consulta! tion with the servant, who stated that he 1 or>H hie follow hud peonnpfl in the nitrht of : the tumult, and each, by different roads, sought the port where they supposed the count to be, the gallant array set forward at a rapid pace, and in a few moments nothing but a cloud of dust in the valley and on the hillside was left to tell of their late presence. It was already high noon in Bourdon is. A little out of town in a gentle valley, was the place chosen for the infliction of the horrid sentence. For more than an hour? indeed ever since the condemnation of the accused?the populace had been pouring thither in crowds, until now a vast multitude, comprising nearly the whole population of the town, surrounded the place of execution and covered the encircling hills like spectators in an amphitheatre. At length the procession came in sight. First marched a body of soldiers; then followed the magistrates of the town; directly after appeared several monks; and then, clad in white, with her hands tightly pressed together came the victim. She made no j answers, it was observed, to the words of the monks on either hand, but ever and anon she would kiss a crucifix which she carried, and raised her swimming eyes to heaven. In that hour of bitter agony, what must have been her emotions! She, the daughter of an emir and the affianced bride of one of the proudest nobles of France, to be hissed at by a mob, and end her life in unheard of torments at the stake! Oh ! if her lover, she thought, only knew her peril! But alas! he was away. Well might she : raise her streaming eyes to heaven as to her j only hope, and well might she turn away from the ministers of religion who sanction' ed her sacrifice and trust only in that cross I which was her lover's gift, and the emblem of the sufferings of one whom that lover had taught her was the only true God. At length they reached the fatal stake. But if Zilah shuddered a#its sight the feeling was checked before it could be seen by the populace. Calm and collected, though pale as the driven snow, she stood proudly up while the fatal chain was affixed around her slender waist, and with eyes upraised to heaven, appeared to be only an indifferent spectator, instead of the chief person in the fatal tragedy. Not a repining word brafcey -Seja- yof death had passed away, and shesteelecnrhr. heart to her fate. At length all was prepared. Over the vast assembly gazing on her, hung the silormn nf fho rlpuri Mpn's hrpn.t,h name ouick. and their hearts fluttered when they felt that in another minute the awful tragedy would be begun. Every eye was bent intently on the fatal stake as the executioner approached with the fiery brand. For the last time Zilah opened her eyes to take a final look on that earth to which she was soon to bid farewell forever. But what sent that sudden flush to her cheek ? Why that cry of thrilling joy, the first audible souud which had left her lips since her sentence? She sees a troop of fiery horsemen, covered with dust and foam, thundering over the brow of the hill in front of her, and in the very van of the array she recognizes the pennon of the count of Garonne waving in the noonday sun. Onward came the rescuers. Horse on horse, knight after knight, retainer lollowing retainer, they swept like a whirlwind down the hill, shouting their war-cry, "Garonne?a St. Dennis and Garonne!" the panic struck crowd opening to the right and to the left before them. In vain the soldiery who guarded the victim attempted to resist the rush of the assailants. They might as well have withstood the ocean surges in their might. The shock of the horsemen was irresistible. Foremost among them, cleaving his way like a giant, rode the count himself, his tall figure and powerful I charger rendering him conspicuous over all. Nothing could resist him. He seemed like an avenging spirit come to the aid of the suffering victim, nor were those wanting who saw in the sudden appearance of the rescuers, and their indomitable courage, proofs of supernatural agency. A uuiversal panic seized on the crowd. Soldiers as well as populace broke and fled. In a few mintifno fViti nnnnf haH (rflirtdrl tho ctfllrP VVhPTV springing from his steed he rushes forward, and with one blow of his huge sword, had severed the chain which bound the victim to the stake. "Oh! Henri!" hysterically said the rescued girl, as she sprang forward and fell fainting into her lover's arms. "Zilah! God be praised that you are safe! Curses on the villains. She faints, llo, there, water, you knaves, or I cleave you to the chin." But the maiden had only fainted from excessive joy, and when restoratives were applied, she speedily recovered. Our story is done. The terror of the populace, the humble apologies of the magistracy, the merited punishment of the perjured publican ; and the speedy union of the count and the converted princess?are they not all written in the chronicles of the noble house of Garonne? REV. JOHN P. NEWMAN. Rev. John P. Newman, who is known throughout the length and breadth of the land as the trusted friend and spiritual adviser of Gen. Grant, was born in New York <"? ^ I 1^1 100P ~ .1 J Cliy, oepiemuer jsir, 10-u, ttnu wns cuuuicu at Cazenoria Seminary, N. Y. He became pastorof the Metropolitan Episcopal Church, New York city, and afterwards of the Metropolitan M. E. Church, Washington, D. C. It was while presiding at the last named church that Gen. Grant became President and attended the church, thereby rendering the pastor popular. President Grant sent Dr. Newman around the world in a government ship, on a mission to inspect the consulates, with a salary of $5,000. Here was an opportunity for foreign travel, which has furnished Dr. Newman with a store ot information sufficient to render his services interesting for years to come. He was chaplain to the United States Senate from 1800 until 1874. All through Gen. Grant's illness Dr. Newman was in almost constant attendance. This is not surprising, however, for the latter was exceptionally favored by Grant when at the height of the latter's career, and it wasjust thatthe Doctor should reciprocate when his previous benefactor was overwhelmed with trouble. Before Grant's illness, Dr. Newman was residing in San Francisco, and it was here that he delivered his celebrated funeral oration on the death of ex-Governor Stanford's son, for which it is said he received from the ex-Governor $10,000. In his attentions to Gen. Grant during thelatter's sickness, it is said that on many occasions he made himself unnecessarily officious. It is said, not without some semblance to the truth, that he waited for months + liic ??i i n icfnri a 1 cori/irau unr! imtiroc. sive presence at the death scene; but unfortunately for the Reverend gentleman, when the momentous crisis arrived, he was in a neighboring restaurant taking his breakfast. So that what it is claimed he waited for so long and patiently?the opportunity of having his likeness appear among those grouped around the bed?was missed by only a few minutes, and all pictures of the death bed scene will necessarily be minus the impressive visage of the spiritual advisor of the illustrious patient. But; the public have a pardonable desire to know : how the parson looks, and to gratify that curiosity we present his likeness above. Bismahck on Eloquence.?Bismarck isnoorator. His speech is simple and plain. He thinks that the gift of eloquence has done a great deal of mischief in parliamentary life. It tries by appealing to the feelings to settle questions which should be J settled by common sense. Bismarck used to tell a humorous story to illustrate the distractingetfect of eloquence. Frederick William I., the despot king who publicly whipped his son, subsequently Frederick the Great, once listened to the pleading of two lawyers. After the first one had finished his speech, the king, moved by the advocate's eloquence, exclaimed : "This fellow is in the right!" The second lawyer then spoke, and with such effect that the king said : "This man has the right of it!" Then recalling that he had contradicted | himself, he fell into a furious passion and sent both orators to prison. BSaT A father may save a few dollars by refusing to make home inviting for his children; but he may spend ten times that? yes, a hundred times?in getting them out of troubles which they have brought on by roaming the streets. flotes on Jump paads. SKETCHES OF TRAVEL IN SCOTLAND. BY REV. R. LATH AN. [Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.] By the Firth of Forth on the east, and the Firth of Clyde on the west, Scotland is nearly cut in two parts. From the Forth to the Clyde is not more, perhaps, than twentyfive miles. In the intervening territory -wiere are several old towns, whose very names are t&Hsiganic. Among these Stirling holds a prominent- place. It is situated about thirty-six miles northwest from Edinburgh, near thirty miles in ftjiorth-east rIiror>Hnn from f41flSO>nW- flhout ft HI Same distance or a little more south-west "frOID. Perth, and about ten miles north-west of Falkirk. All of these are places of note; Edinburgh and Glasgow for what they have been and are, Stirling, Perth and Falkirk, principally for what they have been. "'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And clothes the mountain in its azure hue." The name StirlineJiasgiven etymologists trouble, and they have failed to satisfy, perfectly, either themselves or the public. The orthography of the name was at one time Strj/veling, at another time it was Strigh-lang, and again it was Snawdun or Snowdon. Which of these names is the most ancient I do not know. Stryvling is said to signify "strife," Strigh-lang means, I was tola, "strife of archery." What Snawdun, or Snowdon means I do not know. In the Lady of the Lake, the following language is used? "For Stirling's tower Of yore the nameof Snowdown claims." From this it would appear that the name Snowdown, or Snawdun, or Snoicdon was applied only to the tower, but Sir David Lindsay certainly calls the town Snawdown, as is manifest from the following couplet: "Adiow fnir Snawflnwn. with thv tOUris llie. Thy Chapel ifoyail, Park, andTabhill Round." David Lindsay wrote the "Complaint of Papingo," in which this couplet is found, in 1525, hence we may infer that the name of Stirling does not date back further than the middle of the sixteenth century. The population of Stirling is, according to the census of 1881, 12,202. This is the population of Royal Burgh which includes the population of the town proper, and a considerable portion of the surrounding country. Being a Royal Burgh, Stirling is entitled to send a member to Parliament. Stirling was granted a charter as a Royal Burgh, by Malcolm II., more than eight 1_ /?Ln nmo n fori i Jiuuuicu years ayu. me nmnci j^iuutcu by Malcolm II. was confirmed by Alexander I. in 1119. The four royal burghs were Pklinburgh, Stirling, Berwick and Roxburgh. They were called Cureu QuatorBurgorurn, the four principal burghs, from which sprung the Convention of Royal Burghs, which, at present, meets every year in Edinburgh. Among the royal burghs of Scotland, Stirling ranks fifth. It would not be strictly correct to describe, j as is sometimes done, the town of Stirling as ! beautiful. The streets, especially in the old part of the town, are not laid out in regular order. In fact, as is the case with many of the old towns, both in Europe and America, they were not laid out at all. Houses were built at a convenient distance from a winding path or a zigzag cow track. The result is that the streets often make circles and acute angles. The site on which the town stands is an irregular rocky knoll, eighty feet above the level of the Firth of Forth. Stirling is a place of considerable business. This is'inferred from the fact that branches of seven banks are established in the town. I confess that I did not see any striking signs of prosperity, ancl 1 feel sate in saying that Stirling is more remarkable for its past history than for its present importance. The town enjoys very great advantages. By the Caledonian Railway it is connected with all the important towns and cities in England and Scotland. Still Stirling is an inland town of minor importance when compared with either Glasgow or Edinburgh, although as old, perhaps, as they are. To the visitor, there area number of places of thrilling interest in the old town of Stirling. Around it and in its near vicinity many ?i hard battle was fought and one of the grandest victories was achieved. On the top of a greenstone trap rock three hundred and forty feet above the level of the Dlain and four hundred and twenty feet above the level of the sea, stands the Castle. When the constructing of the castle was begun, 110 antiquarian has been able to discover. Its existence is coextensive with the history of Scotland itself. No historian has yet been able to mention a period when there was no castle at Stirling. It was the rendezvous of Kenneth McAlpine in 843, and how long before that it had been a stronghold for the alternate victorious clans no one can tell. At different times and by various persons it was added to, strengthened and beautified. The buildings connected with the castle, together with the castle itself, are surrounded by a strong stone wall on all sides except on the northwest. At that point the rock on which the castle is built is perpendicular for over three hundred feet and consequently the castle, from that quarter, was inaccessible. For many years the castle has been used only as barracks for soldiers. The buildings principally used for this purpose are the Parliament House, the palace and the Royal Chapel. Stirling Castle was one of the favorite abodes of the kings of Scotland. In it Alexander the First and William the Lion died ; the former in 1124, the latter in 1224. After the return of James the First from captivity in England his principal residence was Stirling Castle and his son, James the second was born. The room in which James the second killed Douglas, and the window out of which the body of Douglas was thrown, are still to be seen. James the Third was delighted with Stirling Castle as a residence. That he might add to its convenience and comfort he erected a palace and royal chapel. The chapel he dedicated to St. Michael and provided for it two provosts, two deans, two sub-deans, two treasurers, a number of chanters and six tjinorinor hnvs David Lindsav savs. and probably with great propriety, that one half of this religious gang were employed to keep the king merry while the other half were engaged in the performance of religious duties. James the Third also added to the importance of Stirling Castle by erecting a Parliament House. This was a grand structure in the Saxon style. The hall was one hundred and twenty feet long. The roof was of rtrfcs\L*f ovrmiuifo C+.ulo WilXV. Ull VCU ill 11IC IIJUOI CAVJUIJIW kjvjiv by the most skilled artificers o!" the period. It is now used as a barrack-room for soldiers. James the Fourth who together with the flower of Scotch chivalry fell on Floddenfield in 1474, was born in Stirling Castle. James the Fifth was born at Linlithgow Palace, but was crowned in Stirling Castle. Here the daughter of James the Fifth, the celebrated Mary, Queen of Scots, was born. And here she was wooed by her cousin Lord Darnley, and to him secretly married. The public marriage took place in Edinburgh. James the Sixth of Scotland and First of England was born in Edinburgh Castle, but removed when he was but a few days old to Stirling Castle, when, on the 17th of December, l">(tf>, when he wanted but two days of being six months old, he was baptized by, some say John Knox, but others say by the Roman Catholic Archbishop Hamilton of St. Andrews. In the old Greyfriars Church in Stirling, James the Sixth was crowned on the 29th July, 1567, when he was one year one month and ten days old; Johh Knox preaching the coronation sermon. James remained in Stirling Castle until he was thirteen years old. It may not be out of place to remark that the baptism of James the Sixth cost sixty five thousand dollars, but it was nothing when compared with that of the baptism of Prince Henry, James' son, who was born in Stirling Castle on the 30th of August, 1591. This is said to have been the grandest display of the kind that ever took place in the Castle or in any part of Scotland. In the Esplanade, that is in the level ground inclosed by the wall but not occupied by buildings, is the statue of Robert the Bruce, or as we usually say Robert Bruce. It stands within a few feet of the north wall. The pedestal,, which is six feet square and ten high, is composed of eleven stones or blocks of stone which were, I was told, brought from the Fairloans Quary, Northumberland. On this pedestal stands the satue of Bruce. It is life size?heroic sizebeing nearly eleven feet high. The hero is clad in chain armor and his face is turned toward Bannockburn which he seems to be viewing with that joy which an individual experiences when contemplating trials and difficulties just overcome and victory just won. He is in the act of sheathing his 8$yord. His left hand holds the scabbard on>f-aath his richt hand he is mishincr the blade to rest>-KW-y thing is very expressive and does lasting frdnor U> Andrew Currie, the sculptor who desigRed^-it^ Around the whole there is a palisade made of sharp pointed iron bars so that no one can put his hand on any part of the monument. On one side of the shaft or centre block of the pedestal is engraved, "King Robert the Bruce. June 24th, 1314." This being the date of the Battle of Bannockburn. On another side is engraved a battle axe which is said to have been copied exactly from a battle axe in the Antiquarian Museum in Edinburg. This original battleaxe is pointed out to every visitor of the Antiquarian Museum and he is told that it was found at a certain time (I forget when) on the Field of Bannockburn. Although the Scotch and English are, so far as government is concerned, one people, the Scotch still cherish the memory of "Robert the Bruce," and to the Field of Bannockburn they look back with national pride. The Field of Bannockburn lies south or south east of Stirling some five or six miles. It takes its name from a small stream called Bannockburn, which empties into the river Forth a few miles from Stirling. The castle was at that time, (1314) and had been for ten years, in the possession of the English. It was however, besieged by Edward Bruce, the brother of Robert. So hard pressed was the governor, Sir Philip Mowbry, that he had proposed a truce and agreed to surrender on a certain day if not relieved. The time had nearly expired and Edward the rtmvtnno fA nfAf/io + Ka mirt-i _ OCt'UIIU WtXO O.IJ AiUUO IAS 1C1II1UI VyVy mu (jiuii son. Bruce was just as anxious that reinforcements should not reach the garrison. Eight hundred cavalry were sent by the English to relieve the garrison and had nearly reached the town when they were met by five hundred infantry under Randolph and defeated. This was on the morning of the day preceding the battle of Bannockburn. On the evening of the same day while Robert Bruce was marshaling his forces Sir Henry DeBohun discovered him, and thinking that an opportunity was afforded him for covering himself with glory, and ending the Scottish war with a single blow with his battle axe or thrust with his lance, prepared for a single encounter with the Scotch King. With his lance couched he rushed against Bruce. DeBohun rode a powerful war horse, while Bruce was mounted upon a light, insignificant pony. Bruce awaited his arrival as if determined to risk the shock. DeBohun was confident that he had nothing to do but dash his powerlul horse against the pony of Bruce and he and pony would both be crushed. Just at the moment that DeBohun was reaching Bruce the latter turned his pony a little to the left and DeBohun's horse failed to strike him. As DeBohun passed by, Bruce struck him on the head with his battle axe with a blow which dashed hemlet and head into fragments and DeBohun lay at his feet a dead man. "High on his stirrups stood the king, And gave his battle axe the swing. Right on DeBohun, the whiles he passed, Felt that stern dint?the tirst the last." The Scotch nobles reproved Bruce for his exposing himself to so great danger. He stood gazing upon his battle axe and when they finished their remonstrances he calm ly said, "I have broken my good battle-axe." The next day, Monday, June 24th, 1314, the battle of Bannockburn was fought. The English were one hundred thousand strong, while, although Bruce had summoned all the Scotch to meet him atTolwood, he was able to muster only forty thousand men. Bruce selected a position favorable for a few against many. The English marched from Falkirk. Bruce formed his line of battle near the Bannockburn, whose banks were steep and covered with brushwood. On his right and left were quagmires. The only way by which the English could approach to make the attack was over the narrow space four or five hundred yards wide between the two quagmires. In addition to this they were forced to cross Bannockburn. The baggage of the Scotch army and the camp followers of whom, formerly, there were a \ast multitude, were placed in the rear, behind a hill, which has ever since been called Gillies' Hill, from the fact gillie is a Galic word which means servant or follower of an army. The battle began early in the morning. As column after column of the English marched forward to the contest, the Abbott of Inchaffray, bare-footed and bare-headed, walked along the Scottish line. The soldiers kneeled to receive his benedictions. The king of England asked Umfraville, a Scotchman who had joined the English, if he thought the Scotch would "abide battle." Umfraville replied they would and advised l the king to retreat, but the king seeing the Scotch soldiers kneeling jumped to the conclusion that "they were craving mercy." "They are," replied Umfraville, "but it is from heaven, not irom your nignness." At this instant Edward ordered the attack to be made. Five hundred chosen English cavalry dashed against the Scotch line with maddened fury. It was to be cut down by the Claymores and Lochabar axes. The English columns began to waver and melt away. Just at this particular crisis, the multitude of camp followers, led by idle curiosity, or by something no better but possibly worse, were seen by the English on the crest of Gillies' Hill. Mistaking these for reinforcements which Robert Bruce had placed in ambush behind the hill, the English became panic stricken and tied. Thirty thousand Englishmen lay dead on the ground. Edward tied almost alone to Berwick, not covered with honor, but with defeat. The immediate effect of the battle of Bannockburn, was to crush the English and give confidence to the Scotch. An English historian, in speaking of the effect of the battle of Bannockburn says: "A hundred English would not be ashamed to fly from three or four Scottish soldiers, so much had they lost their national courage." I will close this sketch with the address of "Bruce to his men at Bannockburn," as reported by his inimitable countryman, Robert Burns: Scots, wha hao \vi' Wallace bled ! Scots/ wham Bruce has aften led! Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour: See the front of battle lour: See approach proud Edward's powerChains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave ? Let him turn and fiee! Wha, for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, i Freeman stand, or freeman fa , ] Let him follow mo! Hy oppression's woes and pains, By your sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, . But they shall be free. Lay the proud usurper low, < Tyrants tall in every foe, Liberty's in every blow, Let us do, or die! When the battle of Ban nock burn was 1 fought the wife of Robert Bruce, his daughter Margory, his wife's sister, Christian, ? the earl of Mar, his nephew, Wishart, the bishop of Glasgow, were all prisoners in the hands of the English. These were all exchanged against the earl of Hereford, high constable of P]ngland, who was captured in the battle. ^isccllatteflus fteathag. JULIUS CiESAB. In 62 B. C. Csesar, who had barely escaped the conspiracy trial with his life, was made pruitor, and the following year proprietor, but he had been vaccinated and so escaped. In 60 B. C. he formed with Pompey and Crassus, the first triumvirate, a kind of blind pool for passing any kind of a bill they thought would be a good thing. C?sar then went into the war business, and it was a cold day when he did not sound f?r>m nno tn fluA and with a loud whoop go on the war path. Every little while he would fire the culverin, and then you would see him roll up his pantaloons great sang froid and wade in blood. He dicTftftt care whose "blood it was, so that it wasn't niSTftWL an(l so that it was warm. Ctesar's daughttf^Mia. who became the wife of Pompey,after wardait-d> and a coolness sprang up between Ponrp^^1 , ^ father-in-law, for Pompey was a RSuCrof the aristocracy, while Ctesar atepie with nrS. knife in order to conciliate the common people. Cfesar soon found himself at the head of a small army and Pompey at the head of another. He was ordered to disband his forces, which he agreed to do, provided that Pomp would do the same, but the latter refused, and on the banks of the Rubicon, with 5,000 infantry and 300 cavalry, he considered the Eerilous situation of going to war against is son-in-law. After thinking it over for a long time, he finally exclaimed, "The die is cast." His language on that occasion has been used with more or less success ever since. He then crossed the Rubicon and marched on rapidly to Rome, where he made it red hot for Pompey. Pompey soon took his troops and went over to Greece, where it was cooler and where Ctesar could not follow him without getting his feet wet. Soon afterward, however, the two enemies met on the plains of Pharsalia. Pomp had 52,000 troops, but Ctesar succeeded in putting the kibosh on Pomp, who went to Egypt, claiming that he and Ctesar never could get along together, and as Ctesar would not go to Egypt, he would go there himself. Pompey was afterward assassinated by parties who are still at large. It is thought that they are concealed somewhere in Canada. When Cesar had cleaned out an army, he would make report to the senate something like this: To the President of the Senate, Sir: Veni, villi, vici. Yours truly, Cesar. He was afterward made imperator or emperor for life, or during good behavior, with a large salary. This office he held with marked success until the ides of March, 44 B. C, when he was assassinated by a committee of influential citizens, who waited on him for that purpose. Cesar's great coolness in a crisis, is here most noticeable, for while surrounded by assassins and with his system full of large irregular holes, seeing Brutus, whom he had been led believe solid, he exclaimed, "Et tu Brute," and expired. In the excitement naturally incident to an assassination in which Cesar had been chosen to act as the corpse, his great sang froid in addressing Brutus, in perfectly correct Latin, shows that he well deserved the tribute paid him by an eminent historian, whose name at this moment has escaped my memory, in which he stated that "Cesar was no slouch." Bill Nye, in N. Y. Mercury. WHY SHE DIDN'T MARRY. It's old, but it's good, and so we give it: "Now, Aunt Sallie, do please tell us why you never got married. You remember you said once when you were a girl you were engaged to a minister and promised us you would tell us about it sometime. Now, aunt, please tell us." "Well, you see when I was about 17 years old I was living in Utica, in the State of rsew xorK. inougn 1 say it raysen 1 was quite a good-looking girl then and had several beaux. The one that took my fancy was a young minister, a very promising young man, and he was very pious and steady. He thought a good deal of me and I kind of took a fancy to him, and things went on until we were engaged. One evening he came to me, put his arms around me and kind of hugged me, when I got excited and somewhat flustrated. It was a long time ago, and I don't know but what I might have hugged back a little. I was like any other girl, and pretty soon preteuded to be very mad about it, and pushed him away, though I wasn't mad a bit. You must know that the house where I lived was on one of the back streets of the town. There were glass doors in the parlor which opened over the street. These doors were drawn to. I stepped back a little from him and when he came close I pushed him back again. I pushed harder than I intended to; and don't you think, girls, the poor fellow lost his balance and fell through one of the doors into the street." "Oh, Aunty! Was he killed ?" "No; he fell head first, and as he was going I caught him by the legs of his trousers. I held on for a minute and tried to pull him back, but his suspenders gave way, and the poor young man fell clear out of his pantaloons into a parcel of ladies and gentlemen passing along the street." "Oh, Aunty! Aunty! Lordy!" "There, that's right ; squall and giggle as ? ???/"* 4 4 XV MIO /lO M )t h AO * IliliCIl JUU WUIlb IU. VJilllo mill van v nuu a little thing like that without tearing around the room and he-he-ing in such a way, don't know enough to come in when it rains. A nice time the man that marries one of you will have, won't he ?" Catch me telling you anything again." "But, Aunt Sallie, what became of him? j Did you ever see him again ?" "No; the moment he touched the ground he got up and left the place in a terrible hurry. I tell you it was a sight to be remembered. How that man did run! He went out West, and I believe he is preaching out in Illinois. But he never married. He was very modest and I suppose he was so badly frightened that time that he never dared trust himself near a woman again. That, girls, is the reason that I never married. I felt very sad about it for a long time?for he was a real good man, and I often thought to myself that we should have been very happy if his suspenders hadn't given away." a femisineT^ion tamer. "But, do you not shrink from a life such as this you are leading? Every day risking x -Li- ? AL mi L a lerriDie ueain "No," she answered, "I like it. I like to feel my mastery over the king of beasts. I know that he hungers for my flesh, and pants for my blood, and I am defenceless. A little scratch with his claw, a stroke of his foot, and I am lost. But I have a human soul, and a will stronger than his; he knows it, and cowers before me." Mr. Templer looked at her with wonder. "It is a fact," he said, "that every woman loves conquest." "Every woman," she answered, "has power to gain victories so long as she is mistress over her own heart." Next day he was again present at an exhibition. lie could not keep himself away. He went to the menagerie, and stood near the cage. He saw her enter; her eyes met his. She smiled, and pretty dimples formed in the corners of her mouth. At the same moment the lion's mane bristled, and he began to claw at the boards of his cell floor in an imgry, impatient manner. Her eye had been off" him, and her power failed, but ouly for a moment. She recovered her attention, and concentrated if on the brute; met his red eye with a calm and resolute look, and beckoned him to her feet. He hesitated, turned aside, and walked round the den, thrusting his body against the sides, eyeing her covertly, and growling, and showing his white teeth. She followed, never allowing him to escape her firm eye, and pointed to her feet. Then he turned himself round, and sulkily, protestingly, sneaked to the place indicated. She knelt by him, and laid her arm and head on his mane, but thrust the other hand through the bars and said to Mr. Templer, "Feel my pulse." He took the delicate wrist between his fingers and counted. The pulse was at a hundred and twenty. When the exhibition was over, she said to Mr. Templer, "I pray you, do not be present again. You unnerve me. When I am in the cage, I* must think of nothing and no one but the king. He is a jealous master, and unless he has all my thoughts ...:n )> Will ICttl inc. "Good heavens, Theresa!" exclaimed he. "I cannot bear to think of this. I dreamt of you last night, and woke in terror, imagining the end had come." "It will come some day. This is the fate of us all. Mother came off better than most, with a broken thigh. Did you count my pulsations?" "Yes." "Then you can judge whatthe excitement is, with life in one's hand, in a lion's den." English Illustrated Magazine. Decline of the Russian Nobility.? Since Catherine II, until the abolition of s^3om in 1861, the nobility was exclusively alSli|n& clftss *n Russia. The Czar-Liberatorrfowljeyer, had taken away from the nobles'alltn^Yfspecial rights, so much so that to-day theS^asant b?y has as many chances of makings?; good career as has the heir of the most illu^0"5* princely family. It is a general opiniono??he best observers here that the Russian noofSHjan, is fast degenerating. He is bound toyi?*^^ place to a new blood. Public schools/cWi?[?a? and universities of to day are preparmgS*.^ here a new generation of boys who boldly push to the front, not the least abashed that their families are not inscribed in any "velvet book." No matter whether this homo noma is the son of a vilage priest or of a country physician, or of a merchant, or of a tradesman, or of a peasant, or of a government clerk, he is bound to get his due by virtue of his education and personal ability and energy. In his rescript issued on the occasion of the noble jubilee (May 3,) the Czar has virtually admitted that his titled class of people is in a state of hopeless bankruDtcv. and in order to save their lands from Ihe" hands of speculators, he has ordered the establishment of a special Nobles' Land Bank, by means of which the state will be the creditor of the bankrupted nobles. The Antique Waist.?I believe it is said that the corset was not unknown to Rome; but it is clear that the Greek and Roman women, as a whole, were quite convinced that the human form was itself beautiful, so they made no attempt to disfigure it by compression or addition. Young girls were dressed simply, chastely, and yet elegantly, in the flowing stela, slightly opened at the throat and occasionally falling in two sets of folds. On the eve of the marriage they were clad in a white robe called the regilla. After that event they wore the girdle, which the Roman matrons generally placed immediately beneath the bosom. Sometimes it was a band and at other times a cord tied in a bow, over which the fold of the upper part of the dress fell gracefully. Among the Greeks though not ' infrequently worn as just described, it was often placed lower down; occasionally the stola was bound about the bosom by a band passing over the right shoulder and under the left breast. This gave the right arm liberty for action, and it was only for this object, or for speedy motion, that the waistcord ever seems to have been drawn very tight. So little did the Greek and Roman women think of the waist that in great numbers of draped statues their mantles are so arranged as to hide it altogether. Bathing.?It is important to recognize tVia nnl,r wirtnoo nf u/dtop ?C ll?pH llV I'liai HIV UlilJ T II tUVW VI TfMVV* MW MWW the bather are two?namely, its value as a cleansing agent and as a surface stimulant. In this last capacity it simply acts as a medium affecting the temperature of the part to which it is applied, which is immersed in it. Right views of facts in reference to this matter are important because there can be no question that some persons overrate the use of cold water, and run considerable risks in their pursuit of them. Every beneficial action that can be exerted by a bath is secured by simply dipping in the sea, or a very moderate effusion of cold water. Except in cases of high fever, when it is desired to reduce the heat of the body, by prolonged contact with cold, a bath of any considerable duration is likely to be injurious. Then, again, it is necessary to recognize the risk of suddenly driving the blood from the surface into the organs. The "plunge," or "dip," or "shower," or "douche" is intended to produce a momentary depression of the temperature of the surface with increased vigor, and almost I instantly. What the Newspaper Does.?Rev. John Rhey Thompson, of New York, says: The crowning marvel of our civilization is the printing press. It is impossible to overestimate its vast power. It propagates and diffuses information. It gives wings to knowledge, so that on a breath of morning it flies everywhere to bless and elevate. I stand in growing wonaer in me presence of the printing press. It lays its hand on the telegraph and speedily gathers news from all parts of the world, and acute editors and ubiquitous reporters and rapid compositors and flying steam presses commit to paper a faithful photograph of what is going on in the world. And yonder stands the iron horse, with breath of flame and ribs of steel, ready to go to remote portions of the country, dropping packages of ; daily papers on the way. Yes, it is a mighty engine for good and a mighty engine, too for evil. Like all the blessings of tnis triallife of ours, it is not an unmixed blessing. Putnam and the Wolf.?The cave out of which General Israel Putnam dragged the wolf is seldom visited because it is in a stony, mountainous forest, in a remote corner of Connecticut. A picnic party recently made the tedious trip, which involved several miles of rough walking. There are pictures in primers of Putnam entering the cave erect, with a blazing torch above his head. The hole is really so small that it only can be explored on hands and knees, and an adult cannot turn around in it. The length is 300 feet, and ""3ti! ? ?. iLit L/vm/\ L-il 1 rttlf a/1 f U a uauuiuii says uiat uie iiciu iuhuwcu mc beast to the further end, shot him between the eyes by their own glow, and then was drawn out with him by means of a rope. Importer of Wood.?England is the largest importer of wood in Europe, requiring 290,000,000 feet, per annum more than she produces. Inasmuch as neither Canada nor the United States can much longer spare large quantities and since no European country can now produce much more than is required for home consumption, while almost all of them are importers, Great Britain must ere long depend on her own resources. There are extensive tracts of laud in Ireland and Scotland that might be profitably devoted to forest culture. flaT The children who come after us will tread upon on our graves; they will weep for us a few days; they will talk of us a few months; they will remember us a few years, when our memory shall disappear from the face of the earth, and not a tongue shall be found to recall it. How perishaole is human life ! Yet no man lays it to heart. # ? ? fiST Religion is as necessary to reason as reason is to religion ; the one cannot exist without the other. A reasoning being would lose his reason, in attempting to account for the great phenomena of nature, had he not a Supreme Being to refer to. If there had been no God, mankind would have been obliged to imagine one.? JfW/inyfon.