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C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 23, 1877. $00 Aim Single Copy 5 Ceils. gfr- . : ;_?bt r - - r ' ? >"ancj, the Pride of the West. c We have dark, lovelv looks on the shores where 1 - the Spanish j From their gay ships came gallantly forth, c And the sweet, shrinkin' Toilets sooner will s vanish ^ Than modest bine eyee from our North. r But oh, if the fairest of fair-danghtered Erin 8 Gathered round at her golden request, g There's not one of them [aH that she'd think s worth ccmparin' With Nancy, the Fride of the West i l'oa'd suspect her the 6tatue the Greek fell in j. love with, g If you chanced on her musin' alone, ^ Or some goddess great Jove was offended j above with, 1 And chilled to a sculpture of stone ; But you'd think her no colorless classical s statue, F When she turns from her pensive repose, With her glowin' brown eyes glancin' timidly at f you, And the blush of a beautiful rose. c Have you heard Nancy sigh ? Then you've ^ caught the sad echo From the wind-harp enchantingly borne. I Have you heard the girl laugh? Then you've heard the drst cuckoo *} Carol summer's delightful return. And the songs that poor ignorant country folk ^ fancy I Tho lark's liquid raptures on high, Are just old Irish airs from the sweet lips of g Nancy, family. For the sake of enjoying unal- ~ loyed the pleasure of Angle's society for c this short time, he has compromised ^ with his conscience by resolving at once gon leaving to write to her and tell the ^ truth, and by no means to procrastinate ^ further. i Meantime tlie process of getting ac- ! ^ quainted with the family does not get on ^ very prosperously. Bob is a poor match ^ from the parental point of view, aud a ^ bitter disappointment to the McLanes. ?i Nothing but Angie's resolute character could have extorted the grudging con- i sent which their engagement had at j length received. The family consisted, j.1 besides Angie, of her father and mother, J " and two brothers, John and George, j s< Mr. McLane kept his room, being a con- | 0 firmed invalid. John, strong-willed and j arrogant in temper, ruled the family i " with a rod of iron?Cteorge being kinder 11 tempered, but of much less strength of i r! character. Angie was the only member | of the family whom John could not rule, ! Vl and she had carried the point of her en- ; ^ gagement against bis bitter opposition, i c Mrs. McLane was a mere shuttlecock r' between John and Angie, receiving an j . impulse from one whicn lasted till the " other got hold of her. John had accept- u ed the engagement with an exceedingly & bad grace, and made scarcely a decent pretense of concealing from Bob his I contempt and hostility, and his desire to j :J find any pretext for forcing a quarrel. J1 This was particularly unpleasant and 1( demoralizing to Bob, because the injury ft to his own self-respect by the sense of ! 0 the tacit deceit he was guilty of as to his J J* wig left him unable to meet John's over- * bearing fasolenc? with the quiet dignity ^ he would have liked to assume. ! " After going to Jbed he lay awake a " couple <rf hours thinking over these em- \ ?] barrassing circumstances, and the de- ! " lightful loct of Augie's love, to which u they were offsets. In the course of his j a tossings he became aware that his seal ring, was not on his finger, and instantly ; c remembered that, after ueing it for *a ? forfeit in a parlor-game that evening, he I ^ had forgotten to replace it. Vexation at | a his carelessness instantly made him wide 1 tl awake. The ring must be on the library- A table. If not, then he knew not where; b and, if there, it might be filched by a b servant in the morning. Associations 11] made it invaluable, and he found himself 1 b so uneasy about its safety that he could not sleep. Perhaps the best thing he ! a could do was to quietly step down-stairs v in his stockings without disturbing any- -sv body, and make sure about it. He knew ri that he could, even in the dark, steer his si way straight to the library. In this a sleepless, excited state of his mind the h slight tinge of adventure in his plan had d an attraction, i 61 Jumping out of bad ht put on a part i a Flowm' up ana rerresnm me say. ^ And tho' her foot dances so soft from the J heather ?-. j To the dew-twinklin' tussocks of grass. It but warns the bright drops to slip closer to- s gether, t To image the exquisite lass, <] "We've no men left among us so lost to emotion, t] Or scornful, or cold to her sex, a Who'd resist her, if Nancy once took up the r notion, I To set that soft foot on their necks. f Yet for all that the bee flies for honey-dew fragrant ' - a To the half-opened flower ef her lips, s And tho butterfly pauses, the purple-eyed ? vagrant, ^ To play with her p'nk finger tips, f From all human lovers she locks up the ^ treasure ' * A thousand are starving to taste, r And the fairies alone know the magical f measure 9 o Of th* ravishin' round of her waist. t ?77ie Author of " Songs of Killarneyf ?a????== , t A MIDNIGHT DRAMA. " d Wbat a sigh was that ! not noisy, bu* pr >foi?nd and eloqnent at once of an oh f grief and a fre^li perplexity. Bob 1. Withers, tho gentleman iu his shirtsleeves before the mirror, had heaved j that sigh every night for ten years, simultaneously with the act of removiug ^ from his head the fine chestnut wig t which conceals the almost complete dee- e titution of the natural covering. The grief is therefore an old one, but an ele- * nf TuarnltTitr l<oo minorlod wifli ,, JUitUU VI UMV y| this" nightly sigh more lately? Damely, jj since having wooed and won Angie Mo Lane in hie wig, he has been screwing ' np his courage to the point of revealing to her that it is a wig, as he feels in fair- ^ ness he ought to do. He has put it off, and put it off, never finding just the ^ right opportunity for the confession, t until now the wedding is but a month | off, and the task seems harder, more impossible, than ever. He is at present j spending a couple of days at the house ^ of the McLanes in the country, with a view to getting acquainted with the Q if his clothes, and, softly opening the loor of the room, went across the hall nd down the sta;rs to the ground-floor. t was qnite dark, but he found his way asily, having a good topographic intinct. From the lower hull he entered he dining-room, and from that the libray. The sea-coal fire in the grate was till flickering brightly, illuminating the umptuously-furmshed room with a faint, oft glow of peculiarly rich effect. There on the table his ring glittered n the fitful firelight, and, as he slipped t on his finger, he felicitated himself on tis successful enterprise. The room was o charmingly cozy that he felt it would >e a sin not to linger awhile. Bo, throwngh 'mself on a sofa before the grate, le fc . into a delightful reverie. Just there, in that chair, Angie had at during the evening, and there he >ictured her again, finally going and eaning over it in a caressing attitude, ondly cheating himself. Over there lad sat Mrs. McLane, and the chair>ack at once transfixed him with two ritical eves, till he was fain to look away. Che brothers were there, and there. Bob chuckled with a cozy sense of sureptitiousness as he thought how th$y rould stare could they see him now. The subtile pleasure of clandestine things s doubtless partly the exaggeration of he personality which takes place as the >re8eure of other minds is withdrawn. Co persons of Bob's sensitive mental atnosphere that pressure is painful when uch minds are hostile, and often irksome wen when they are friendly, if not iu >erfect accord. So that now it was with i positively voluptuous sensation that lis personality expanded till it filled and elt the whole room. The fire burned, and busily flew the buttles of his fancy, weaving once again he often-varied patterns of the future. Those shuttles had little leisure nowalays, for all the web must be unraveled ,ud rewoven, that through it all might nn the golden thread of Angie's love, low rarely did it light up the fabric, beore so dull and dark ! The bronze mantle-clock aounded with , silvery tinkle the hour of two, but the ouud fell apparently unheeded on the nr of the dreamer. It was a full minute >efoi*e the impression reached his mind, ['here are times when the thoughts hrong 60 that each new sensation lias to ake its place in the cue and wait its turn o get attention. Then he stirred and oused himself, emerging reluctantly rom the warm, voluptuous atmosphere if imagination, as one leaves an enervaing bath. He had been lying thus a ull hour, and it was high time to return o bed. He left the library and started cross the dining-room with a hasty step, Perhaps long gazing at the fire had lazzied his eyes, or perhaps his haste, ogcther with an undue confidence iu his kill in navigation hv ilead-reckoniucr. endered him less careful than when he lad come down. However that may be, light stand which he had easily avoided hen, he now blundered fully upon. Everybody knows that when one stubs ho toe in the dark, instead of delivering he blow when the foot is moving slowst, at the beginning or the end of the tep, it always happens so that the toe trikes with the maximum momentum. k> it was this time. If Bob had been icking football he could not have made nicer calculation of force, and the shock ent the stand completely over. It would have made noise enough anyow, but it must happen that on this land the family silver was laid out for reakfast,%nd the clangor was similar to hat of Apollo's silver bow, what time e let fly at the Grecian host before Troy. Bob stood paralyzed with horror. Iven the anguish of a terribly stubbed 3e was forgotten in an overpowering ense of the awful mess he had made, nd the unimaginable consequences that rould at once ensue. As the hideous langor and clatter rang through the ouse, shattering its sacred silence, he Lirank together and made himself small, s if he could impart a sympathetic briukage to the noise. The racket to is own ears was splitting enough, but e felt, in addition, as if he heard it with lie ears of all the family, and he wilted efore the conception of the feelings !iat were at that moment starting up in iieir minds toward the unknown cause f it. His first rational idea was, to bolt for iR room, and gain it before any one was liriy rouped. But the shock had so cattered his wits that lie could not at nee recollect his bearings, and lie ealized, with indescribable sensations, iat ne was lost, ne consumed precious loments bumping himself all about the 50m before he found the right door. As he reached the foot of the staircase, oiees were audible above, and lights 'ere gleaming down. His retreat was nt off; he could not get back to his xnn without being discovered. He now istinguished the voice of Mrs. McLane 1 an agitated tone entreating somebody i be careful and not to get shot, the ruff voices of the brothers responding, nd then their steps rapidly descending tie stairs. Should he go up and take le risk of a volley while announcing imself ? It would make a pretty tab?au. Presenting himself in such a guise ud under such circumstances, what sort f a reception could he expect from John, ho treated him with undisguised con>n.pt in the drawing-room, and whose fcudy it was to place him at a disadvanige? He might have hesitated longer, ut at this moment the voice of Angie, tying down to her brothers to be carejj, decided him. He could not face her nder such terribly fake circumstances, ud without his wig. All IaaIt y\1a/ia nni/tlror fVion T *Lli U1XO ivua 1U1 V^UiVUVA J. an write it. The glimmer of the defending lamp already shone dimly in tie hall, and Bob frantically looked bout him for a hiding-place. But all tie furniture stood up too high from the oor, and the corners were distressingly are. He sprang into the dining-room, ut in the dark he could not see how tie land lay, and hurried on into the brary. The dying-fire still shed a dim light round, and he eagerly canvassed the arious possibilities of concealment -hich the room offered. Youthful expeience in the game of hide-and-seek now tood him in good stead, and showed liim t a glance the inutility as refuges of alf a dozen places that would have eluded one less practiced by the speious but too-easily-guessed shelter they ffordtd* Vainly seeking a safe refuge, he ran round the apartment like a rat in a trap. He already heard the brothers in the dining-room picking up the silver and wondering to find it all there, when, obeying a sudden inspiration, he clambered upon a lofty bookcase that rai^ across one end of the room, arohing above the dining-room door, and reaching within a few feet of the ceiling. In cold blood he never could have scaled it. Lying at full length upon the top of the bookcase with his back to the wall, the bulge of him was still visible from the further part of the room, in case it should occur to hiB pursuers to look so liicli ?o? The latter now entered the library; and, peering over the edge of the bookcase, Bob recognized with singular sensations the two gentlemen with whom ke had been quietly conversing a little earlier in the evening. Then they were arrayed in faultless evening dress, and their manner, although supercilious enough, was calm and polished. Now he saw tnem half dressed, with disheveled hair?John carrying a student's-lamp in his left hand, and in his right an uglylooking cane-sword with a blade painfully naked, while George held a revolver at full cock. Talking in a low tone, as they called one another's attention to various spots where possibly the burglar might be concealed, they went slowly from corner to corner, probing every recess "with the sword, and in an attitude of strained attention to every sound. Their faces, grotesquely lit by the mingled fire and lainp light, snowed a fierce hunter's look. that made Bob fairly sick. He did not dare to look at them long lest the magnetism of his gaze should attract their involuntary attention. Nay, he even made a frantic effort not to think of them, from the fear that some physical current might have the same effect?for he believed strongly, though, vaguely, in the mysteries of animal magnetism, and had a notion that a person sensitive to such influences might detect the presi A r?f v>is victim bv the verv terror the latter had of him. He could scarcely believe his fortune, when, a moment later, the two brothers passed again beneath him back into the dining-room. From there they went on through the rooms beyond, and the sound of their footsteps died away entirely. Perhaps five minutes after, they returned?that is,as far as the dining-room ?and Bob gathered from their eonver-sation that they had found one of the fastenings in the basement in a condition indicating that the burglar might have escaped there. Mrs. McLane and Angie, having satisfied themselves that the coast was clear, descended to the dining-room, and a lively discussion of all aspects of the problem ensued, which was highly edifying to Bob. Then the conversation became still more interacting, as it turned on himself. Ho heard Mrs. McLane saying: "He must be a hard sleeper, for I knocked several times on his door." Then one of the brothers grunted something contemptuously, and he heard Angie's voice excusing him on the ground that he must be tired after his lo^journ^y. '< Ar&yon sure you looked everywhere in the library Tyffe, Mrs. McLane's next question, at which a oold sweat?started out on Bob's face. He had just begun K> ieei quite uuiuiL>ru?uic. John and George, however; declared that they had looked everywhere. " Did you look under the sofa ?" " Behind the window-curtains ?" "In that dark corner by the bookcase ?" asked the ladies in succession Ingenious cruelty of fate ! Even Angie was racking her brain to guess his hidingplace. What if it should be she who hit upon it ! Bob drew a breath of relief as John replied, with some asperity, to all these questions, that he had told them once that they looked everywhere. This silenced them, but Angie said, a moment after: " Just let me ask one more question: Did you look on top of the bookcase ?" It seemed to Bob that he died then, i and came to life again to hear John reply, ! contemptuously: "Over the bookcase?" There's no room there; and, if there were, nobody but a monkey could get up." " There's room enough," persisted Angie, "and I have often noticed, when sitting in the library, what a nice hidingplace it would be. What if he should be up there now, and hear what Fm saying!" she added, in an agitated whisper. "Nonsense!" said John. "Well, there is no harm in looking, anyway," said Mrs. McLane. " Come along, then," grumbled John. " You shall see for yourselves." At this Bob shut his eyes, and turned his face to the wall. The ostrich instinct is the human instinct of despair. He tried to fly away from himself, and leave his body there as a derelict. The effort was desperate, and seemed almost successful. But he could not quite sever the connection, though his soul appeared to be hovering over his body, only attached by a single threat!?but a thread which, alas! would not break, A moment after they all passed through the door directly beneath him, and, going clear to the other end of the 1?U?A??? ort<l nf IlUIiUJ y Dl/WU v/u HJ/IVCJ nuu au his hiding-place. There seemed to be eye6 in his back, which felt their scrutiny. But the lamp they carried did not suffice to bring out his figure clearly. "I'm sure I see something," said Angie, getting up on a chair. "It's only the shadow of the firelight," ! replied John. " Light the gas and let us make sure," said Mrs. McLane. George stood up on a chair under the t chandelier, and ligd one of the burners. An inarticulate ejaculation fell from every mouth. A human figure was distinctly visible, reclining along the top of the bookcase, with his face toward the wall. The ladies would have forthwith run away but for the faot that one door of the room was directly beneath the bookcase, and the other close to it. Upon Bob's paralyzed senses fell the i sharp words of John: We've got you. Get down 1" He did not move, but at the summons I hit soul,with inexpressible reluctance and disgust,beganto return from the end of its floating thread,and reinhabitthe quarters for which it could not quite shake off responsibility." Get up, or I'll shoot I" said George. "Oh, don't shoot him!" cried Mrs. McLane, while Bob, still motionless, dimly hoped he would "Get up !" reiterated John; and he did get up. His own will was inactive, and John's was the force that moved his muscles. He turned around and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bookcase, and his wet, white, wretched face blankly directed toward the group? a most pitable figure. 44 Jump down," said John; 44 and, if vou try to escape, you will get shot!" Bob let himself drop without regard to how he was to alight, and in consequence was severely bruised against a chair and the edges of the bookcase. He stood facing the group. His eyes mechanically sought Angie's. What was his surprise not to perceive in her expression of mingled curiosity and fright the slightest sign of recognition! A glance showed him that it was the same with the others. John and George evidently supposed they were dealing with an ordinary burglar, and the others were apparently quite as devoid of suspicion as to his identity. His wig! He had forgotten all about it. That explained their singular demeanor. The bald man in stockings, trousers and shirt, caught hiding in the library after an attempt on the silver, quite naturally failed to recall to their minds the grouth of rather foppish attire and luxuriant locks who bade them goodnight a few hours previous. As this fact audits explanation broke upon Bob's mind he felt on immense sense of relief, instantly followed by a more poignant perception of the inextricable falsity and cruel absurdity of his position. He had little time to think it over and determine his best course. John stepped forward, and with the point of his cane-sword motioned him into a corner, thus leaving the way clear to the ladies, who at onoe hurried into the dining-room, throwing glances of fear and aversion upon Bob as they passed. Angie paused at the doorway and asked: " What are you going to do with the dreadful man ?" Bob even then was able to notice that he had never seen her so ravishingly beautiful as now, with her golden hair falling over her charming deshabille, whilS. her eyas scintillated with excitement, She would have blushed to have been seen him in such an undress toilet, but, with an odd feeling of being double, he perceived that she now regarded him as she woold have an animal. "George, and I will attend to him. Yon had better gcrto bed," replied John to her question; and then he sent George after some cord, meanwhile standing in front of Bob with cocked revolver. Had he scanned his prisoner closely, he might have detected something familiar in his lineaments, but in careless contempt he took him in with a sweeping glance as an average burglar, whose identity was a question for the police. Bob had not uttered a word. Ir the complex falsity of his position he could not indeed muster presence of mind to resolve on any course, but regarded with a kind of fatuity the extraordinary direction events were taking. But when George \ returned with the rope, and ordered him to put his hands behind him, he said, in a tone so quiet that it surprised himself: " Hold on, Mr. MoLane; this joke has gone far enough. I api Robert Withers, at yemr service, and respectfully decline to be considered in the light of a burglar any further." George's jaw dropped with astonishment, and John was scarcely less taken aback. ,41>?d if he isn't!" ejaculated the former, after a moment, in a tone of incredulous oonviction, as he recognized at once the voice and now the features of Bob; " but where's vour hair ?" Bob blushed painrally. " I wear a wig," be replied, " and tonight, oommg down-stairs after you were all abed to get my ring which I had left on the table here, I did not fully dress. Going back, it was my luck to stumble over that cursed stand in the other room!" " But what did you hide for ?" asked John, sharply; Bob just touched his bald head and replied : " I heard the ladies up." John pitched the revolver on the sofa and stood pensive. Finally he said, with a sardonic smile: " Mr J Withers, how do you propose to get out of this ? Shall I call in the lodfes and let you etplaiu ? They will presently be wanting to know what we have done with the burglar." Bob made no reply. Already bitterly humiliated, he saw no way of avoiding indefinite and yet bitterer humiliations. John thought a few minutes longer, and then he said : "Take a seat, Mr. Withers; I liave a ! proposition to make." They sat down. " Ton are aware," continued John, in ? ?J 1--L1. i. I the calmest, most lmpenuroaoie tone, " that I don't like your match with my sister, and have done my best to break it off. ?ut she is an obstinate girl, and I had pretty much given up hope. These peculiar circumstances have most unexpectedly put you in my power, and I propose to make the most of my advantage. If I weroto call in Angie now I and introduce yon, I feel tolerably well, assured that it would be the end of your matrimonial expectations in that quarter. Still, you shall have a chance for your life. I will call her if you say so ?" And John rose. 11 FV>r God's sake don't let her come in here !" groaned Bob, in abject panic. John grinned, stepped toward the door, and then turned back irresolutely, j muttering : " Wonder if it wouldn't be the shortest wayont of itto call her down?" Then, with a saving reflection upon the uncertainty of a woman's oourse under any given set j of circumstances, he came back, and, reseating himself opposite Bob, said, with a Rardonic smile : "So you don't like my little suggestion of giving you one , 1 more chance with Angie ? On the whole, i I think you are wise. The other alternative is to leave the house at once, re- i linquiih your engagement, and never see lier again. Make your choice, and as quickly as convenient, for I'm getting sleepy," and he yawned lazily. Bob sat in ah attitude of utter dejeotion, staring at the ashes of the fire, Which an hour ago had blazed as brightly &8 his own lore-lit fancies. He was completely demoralized and almost incapable of thought or resolution. There was something so pitiable in Bob's oddlooking, dismantled figure, half-dressed, with that queer, white, bulbous head, dimmed, black eyes, and expression of crushing shame and defeat, that it would Iiqxto mrkT7ttf1 almnsf fttlV fltlfi to COm passion. It did stir compunctions in George, but there was no mercy in John's still, blue eyes. Two or three minutes passed in a silence so complete that even the almost noiseless movement of the French clock on the mantel was directly audible. . " You are taking altogether too long to make up you mind, Mr. Withers. It will make shorter work to call Angie," finally said John, sharply, his patience quite at an end. He rose and stepped to the door as he spoke. "It won't be necessary, John?here I am!" said a clear voice, with a sharp ring in it that the family had learned to know meant decisive work, and Angie stepped into the room, her blue eyes flashing with indignation and her lips trembling with scorn, beautiful as a goddess. Bob started up from his abject attitude and stood facing her with the look of a man waiting his doom from the firing-squad. As he stood there, drawn up to his full height, with just a touch of appeal softening the defiance of his expression, it was a manly face and figure in spite of all. But her brothers received Angie's first attention. " You mean, cowardly fellows !" she said, in tones of concentrated contempt. " I would not have believed that men were so mean ! And I am almost as much ashamed of yon, Mr. Withers," she added, turning to Bob, with a softer but yet angry voice. "Did you think, sir, that I took you for your beauty? I don't care if you wear forty wigs, or none. You are alicmwlltr train flir " She was SmlliUiZ now. "You should know tliat wlien a woman loves a man it is of grace and not of works. Anyhow, John," she added, turning to him, as if contrasting his slight ligure with Bob's line physique, " Mr. Withers doesn't wear shoulder pads." With that parting shot she disappeared into the dining-room, in a moment reappearing, to say : "Mr. Withers,you may forgive them if yon want to. I'm by no means sure that i shall. And now go to bed, all of you, and don't be keeping us awake." There was an outward silence for a few moments. Then John said: " I don't ask your pardon, Mr. Withers, because I meant to succeed, and I'm sorry I didn't But I know when I'm beaten, and* yon needn't expect no further opposition from me. Let's go to bed."?Applcton's JoumqL A Few Good Conundrums. What is the difference between a spider and a sea-gull ??Oue has his feet on a web and the other has a web on his feet. Why is a hansom cab a dangerous carriage to drive in ??Because the coachmau always drives over yonr head. Why are lawyers and doctors safe people by whom to take example?? Because they practice their professions. What is the difference between a sailor and a soldier ??The one tars his ropes, the other pitches his tents. Why is cliloroform like Mendellsohn ? ?Because it is one of the great composers of modern times. What is the difference between a hun gry man and a glutton ??One longs to eat, the other cats to long. When were there only two vowels ?? In the days of Noah (no a,) before you and I (i) were born. Why is a good resolution like a fainting lady at a ball ??Because it ought to be carried out. / Why is the strap of an omnibus like conscience??It is an inward check on the onter man. When is butter like Irish children ?? When it is made up into little Pats. Why is a handsome girl like a mirror? ?Because she is a gooa-iooKing mas. Why is a pretty lady like an oat cake ? ?Because she is often toasted. What is the greatest hardship in the world ??A iron steamer. What is the best thing to do in a hurry ??Nothing.Which is the ugliest hood ever worn ? ?Falsehood. What grows bigger as you contract it? ?Debt. Why are troubles like babies??Because they get bigger by nursing them. There is one crop which is held to be all the better the more " weeds" it produces, and that is the tobacco crop. Thoughts for Saturday Sight. The envious die, but envy never. Death is the quiet haven of us all. Fortune, not wisdom, human life doth sway. Too much gravity argues a shallow mind. We do not know what is really good or bad fortune. No one is more profoundly sad than he that laughs too much. Countries are well cultivated not as they are fertile, but as they are free. That laughter oosts too much which is purchased by the sacrifice of decency. The first and worst of all frauds is to j cheat one's self. All sin is easy after that. The greatest glory of a free born people is to transmit their glory to their children. fir To be a man, in a true sense, is, in the first place, and above all things, to have a wife. The man who seeks freedom for anything but freedom's self is made to be a slave. Bid that welcome which comes to punish us, and we punish it, seeming to bear it lightly. Husbands and wives talk of the cares of matrimony and bachelors and spinsters j bear them. Though fortune's malice overthrow my i state, my mind exoeeds the enmpass o< ! her will,? Wiaketpeart, 1 DAXIEL WEBSTER'S EaITH. .Heetioff the HiubtuS of 111* Dead Mlitero A Visit Passed in Prayer. The death of the Hon. Peter Harvey, Webster's moot intimate and confidential friend, recalls a convention held With him by the writer some time since, luting to the character of the great statesman, wherein many of his excellent qualities were mentioned, and among the rest his deep religions feeling, Which, notwithstanding the numerous claims upon him?many diverting his attention from serious reflections?never wholly lost its hold* thongh dulled perhaps, for ?? -J-?i?a *Ua a season, ne was euuwwu m Presbyterian faith, strengthened by his training at Dartmouth College, and the religious sentiment held a prominent place in his mind. Mr. Harvey dwelt with especial interest on this trait in the character of his distinguished friend, and gave as an illustration what he considered to be one of the grandest incidents of his career. Webster left his home early for busy life, and- returned there only on periodical occasions. There were sisters who grew up after he left, and one of these was quarried to a man whom he did not know?I write from memory?named John Colby, and removed to his home in another part of New Hampshire, or in Vermont, and he never saw her again. Her husband was a violent and profane man, but her gentleness subdued him; he became a Christian, and when she died he was left in the deepest grief. On a visit with Mr. Harvey to the old homestead, at a late period of his life, an old man then, but vigorous in body and intellect, he proposed to his friend that they should go in pursuit of John Colby, whom he never had seen, and the description of this journey, as given by Mr. Harvey, was charming to listen to. As they rode along, every scene had its history or tradition. Reminiscence crowded upon reminiscence, and Webafor'a memory seemed exhaustless, as scene followed scene in the panoramic display. And where the memory was not called into action the grandest reflections were introduced, which made every step of the way replete with the subliniest interest. Here was a spot where he had played as a boy, there a pond in which he had swam or shot waterfowl; there a withered tree which had served as a target for the young sportsman, and there a mountain whose lofty peak had drawn his aspirations heavenward in his earlier days. All were as fresh in his feelings as things of yesterday, and he was a boy again, with all the abandon of the boy?a delightful companion and his friend a delighted listener. Thus they went on in the full enjoyment of everything until they came to their destination. This was a neat white house upon a gentle elevation, with a veranda about the structure, upon which, in the shadow, commanding a view of the beautiful landscape, sat an old white-haired man reading. He looked up from his book as they entered the yard leading to the house, and came to meet them. Mr. Webster abrubtly accosted him : " Are you John Colby ?" "I am," was the reply. " Then," said his interlocutor, with a trembling voice, "I am Baniel Webster." The greeting that followed was of the most hearty description; both wept as they embraced again and again. "And are you," said Colby, holding the statesman at arms' length, "the Daniel Webster whose name has been so long and so conspicuously before the public?of whose fame I have been so 1 n m XI._x ? 1,V^ proud ? lw1, llliu your biotcx uou iitcu to see this day ! Brother Daniel," continued the old man, "are you a Christian ?" "I trust I am," was the emphatic reply. "Then let us pray." They all three kneeled in the open air, tne Bible open between them, and Webster prayed. "And such a prayer," said Mr. Harvey, with tears in his eyes, as he recalled the scene, so long afterward, " I never listened to, as came from liis lips. Such power, such fervency, such reverence," such tenderness seemed never before blended with such intellectual grace and beauty. All were melted by the effort, as with clasped hands and bowed heads the brothers poured out their souls in praise and supplications. " Then they arose, and in that sweet communion of spirit talked of the past j and the future, the light of heaven resting upon them as they wa^ed arm in arm across the veranda, and oftener by expressive silence saying more than words could convey. Their parting was very tender. They knew it was a final parting, and a deep solemnity rested upon the ceremony. But the farewell was at last said, and as they looked back the hands of the old man were raised in benediction. Delicacy of Feeling. Delicacy of feeling is a trait of character almost more lovely and engaging than any other. It is a quality whose hidden principle exists in a greater or less degree in every mind, though it is often thrown into the shade by the workings of the fiercer passions, in the rude encounters of life. Man's mind, as manifested in his daily converse with the ontward world, seems to be made of "sterner stuff" and cast in rougher molds, but delicacy is no mark of weak ness, for it is essentially consistent with the stontest courage aod the sublimest energy. It is in every respect a manly quality, 'and throws over the whole intellectual and moral character a kindlier hue. If true delicacy exists iu the heart, it will gush spontaneously from it. and never can the cold cant of hypocritical formality be mistaken for the warm welcome of the soul. Power, mental or physical, never appears so great as in the hands of those who seem unconscious of its possession. True intellectual greatness gathers an additional ck&raa-when accompanied by real delicacy of feeling. KindneSc may enter where the sword cannot penetrate, and a " soft answer" and winning deportment, springing from delicate feelings and a generous heart, have always proved irresistible. Breathing nothing but harmony and love, a " a ministering angel " to mankind, it goes to and fro on tho earth, uniting everywhere more firmly and *ti'ongl/ the bonds of mvtfaj union. ' ? Items ot Interest The center of gravity?An undertaker's nose. Of the 80,219 school-going children in San Francisoo, 2,082 are Chinese. The Alfred (Me.) jail prisoners are put to work catching potato bugs. The United States annually ships over 100,000 boxes of clothes-pins to Eng] land. There are always twenty-five thousand * lost umbrellas at the Fans chief of police's office. "Whatever is, is right," Pope remarked. But the man who arrives at the depot just as the train is scudding along at the other end is generally left. A stroke of lightning the other day tore a boy's boot all to pieoes and didn't 1 Al U mAaasvn WOO fllftf V) A uanil uie uujr. mc iww nw had placed the boot under a tree and gone in swimming. A writer says that when a swimmer gets a cramp, he should turn his toes toward the knee. Another good way is to turn your toes toward the "middle of the pond, and paw for the nearest dry A New York reporter has complained of a hand organ man as a nuisance. Such a man would never do in the West, where the reporters are hushed to sleep by the uproar of steam thrashing machines. A trick resorted to just now by a class of sharpers in London, is to paint the # feathers of sparrows so as to make them look like bulfinches. They are disposed of to amateur bird fanciers at good prices. . John A. Garber, of East Donegal township, Pennsylvania, mixed some paris green in a bucket and set it near the fence adjoining the pasture. Four cows found the stuff, and "kicked the bucket." Nobody likes to be nobody; but everybody is pleased to think himself somebody. And everybody is somebody; but when everybody thinks himself somebody, he generally thinks everybody else is nobody. A young lady at Falls Chock, Va., smoked a cigarette given to ker by a medical gentleman, and woke up in the ' 1,1 faatiniT Oft thoTlffh miacue ui uic ui^uii iwiuaq ??0? she had eaten a peck of green apples and several immature cucumbers. Several English railway companies are noted for the fast time made by their locomotives. One, for instance, has made a run equal to seventy-eight miles an hour, another seventy-five, others seventy-two, seventy, sixty-nine, sixtyseven, etc. A Pacific-slope Indian was pleased by his introduction to a galvanic battery, though it doubled him all up. Because, as he remarked to his squaw: " Me buy 'em one for you; knock spots out you spose you no good woman. You sabe me, Mrs. Jim." One reason why the New York Graphic refuses to publish anything from George Francis Train is because "Mr. Train's articles are worth $26,000 apiece to any paper, if they are worth a cent, but the times are too ln>rd for us to pay at this rate, and we decline to give any man less than his due." He wiped hia heated brow, he did, His brow so intellectual; But all he said about the heat Was sadly ineffectual. But she, sweet lass, did say to him, * In mellow tones unwavering, " Dear George, I am so warm ; I'd like Ice cream, with lemon flavoring." A young student in natural history asks us if it is really a fact that the lion can be subdued by the force of the human eye alone. We do not know from experience, but all the men whom we have ever seen placed in a situation to try the experiment, evinced no desire to annihilate the beast with their eyes, but appeared to have a most insane longing to shin up a tree. "I'll bet you a new hat," said a gentleman friend, " that you will come down out of that chair before I ask you twice." "Done!" replied the friend. "Oome down," cried the other. "I will not," said his friend, with much obstinacy. " Then stop till I ask you a second time," said the other. Perceiving tLat he never would be asked a second time, the gentleman in the chair came down, in a double sense. * Kissing Day in Russia. A curious Easter custom prevails among the Russians of all grades of society. The fashion is to present an egg to a friend the first time you meet him or her?most generally her?after twelve o'clock on Easter night. The one who presents the egg exclaims : " Christ is risen !" The other answers : " Is He risen, indeed!" and three kisses follow. Of course the second one has generally an egg to present in return. Timid swains eagerly take advantage of this custom to obtain the privilege of embracing some fond object whom they would otherwise be too bashful to approach. These eggs are of all kindssome simple hens' eggs, gilded or silvered, or colored ; red, blue or violet; some sugar eggs, embellished with all kinds of fanciful designs. There are also diminutive gold, marble, or simple wooden eggs ; others are large enough to serve as ladies' traveling bags; or, they may be placed on stands to serve as a useful ornament; hens may sit on a nest full of bon-bon eggs; and some may be fitted up inside with a set of chil- . dren's toys. There are eggs, in fact, arranged in every imaginable manner, and made out of every imaginable material. On this day hundreds of thousands of these change hands in St. Petersburg . alone, and the sum spent in their purchase must be prodigious. A Model District, Ju that part of the Black Forest belonging to the grand dnchy of Baden lies the pretty district of Koenigsfeld, containing about 410 inhabitants. During fifty years there have been in it no crimes or misdemeanors of any sort?neither transgressions of the police regulations, nor sheriff's sales, nor divorces, nor lawsuits of any kind. Moreover, in these last fifty years at Koenigsfeld no one has ever got drunk or atrotohod out a hand tobff.