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" THI VOL. Y. NO. 43 Eyes. Sweet baby eyes, That look around with such a grave surprise, What do you see? A strange new world where simplest things Engender wild imaginings And fancies free ? A resting place that is not home, A paradise wherein to roam For yoars, may be? Oh placid, wondering baby eyes, Tho mvstorv that in von lies Oft puzzles me. Clear, boyish eyes, Whose fearless glance unoonsciously defies Trouble and care; When babyhood is past and gone, What is it that you gaze upon V A land most fair ; A sunny shore with pleasure rife ; And that great, glorious gift of life 'Tis bliss to share. Oh happy, trustful, boyish eyes, Let sages envy, fools despise, The faith you wear. The anxious eyes Of manhood, slowly piercing earth's disguise, Discover - what ? That life at best is quickly done; That hopes fulfilled and wishes won Are dearly got; That shadows chased in headloDg haste, A tiA /vAl/lan fmif Via olwarA f/\ focf/t c.uu pvratu muv uv pv?v?v w vh<wj Delight him not Oh restless, doubting, troubled eyes, To learn in sorrow to be wise Is manhood's lot Dim, aged eyes, Gazing across the wreck of broken ties, What do they see ? Behind?dead leaves that withered fall, A fading wilderness, where all Is vanity; Before?to gladden weary sight, A glimpse, a promise of the bright Eternity. Oh dim and tearfnl aged eyes, If waiting till that dawn shall rise, Blessed are ye! And angel eyes, Who have their dwelling place beyond the skies i Vainly do we Image the glories they must know, Picture the pearly gates aglow? The crystal sea. For brightest visions mortals paint Of that celestial country, .faint Mast ever be. . No! pure and holy angel eyes, We can but pray that what you prize Our own may see. HET.LTS DARK DAY. Hetty Lockwo <1 sat at the open window?a big basket of undarnod sto kings by her side, a new copy of " The Sunny South," cn the table close by, while within reach a bright butterfly hovei ed aboijt a newly-opened honeysuckle growing against the window. The spring breeze breathed balm ily into the apartment, filling her senses with a delicious dreaminess; and her eyes wandered wistfully out beyond the shaded village street to the green fields and budding willows bordering the sparkling little river. On a morning such cs this, who could endure to stay within doors ? Who could endure to quietly sit down and darn stockiugs ??boy's* stockings, j n'* wit)) linlps in flip VippIs of ! them, which, merely to look at, caused her a despairing sigh. Then the new magazine; how she longed to unfold the crisp sheet, and luxuriate in its contents, like the butterfly in the sweets of the honeysuckle. But Hetty's life more resembled that of the bee "than the butterfly. Though only eighteen, she was the oldest of seven children, mostly boys; and a goodly portion of the household work fell upon her shoulders. A glad, girlish voice aroused Hetty. Looking from the window she saw Susie Lake, one of her few intimate friends,leaning on the little front-garden gate. "Oh, Hetty, do come and walk with me down to Aunt Ellen's. The morning is just lovely; and I have something so particular to tell you." I'm afraid I can't, Susie. It is Sat* urday, you know; and I am sewing and watching baby asleep, while mother is in the kitchen." " Then I'll have to tell you now, I suppose." She came close under the wiudow, and said, in a lower voice, and a mischievous smile: " Who do you think I saw just now ?" "I don't know. But who was it?" " Why, it was just Mr. Walter Hayes, i Now, ain't you surprised ?" A vivid blush dyed Hetty's fair face. She made no reply, and Susie continued. "His employer, Mr. Mitchell, sent hint on business from Philadelphia to C??, and as this wasn't much out of the way of his home, they gave him leave to stop here for a day or two ; so i _ i.n ?_?u? T i.: : i I1U luia me wlien x iuei< mm judu ut-?. i lie arrived only an hour ago, in the stage from Cox's station; and that is how I came to see him before you did, Hetty," | she added, laughingly. She passed on, leaving Hetty with flushed cheeks, brightened eyes, and a : heart thrilling with glad excitement. Xo woder. For more than a year past the thought of Walter Hayes had been the brightest spot of her life, around ahich all sweet, vague thoughts of happiness had clustered. One year ago he had stool at that same little garden gate, in the moonlight, on their late return from the church concert, and bidden her good-bye before going away to the great i city to seek his fortune. She remembered l ow the warm, lingering clasp of his hand had thrilled her, and how he had said at last, in a voice that almost trembled: "You must not forget me,^Hetty I shall think of you always, and when I come back"? And just then ber mother had come on the porch, and called her in out of the damp air; and so he had left her reluctantly. But now he had come back, and she would see him to-day. " I do declare, Hetty," exclaimed her mother, bustling into the room, warm anil flushed from her pie-baking, "you i are the laziest girl I ever saw. Ilere you've been upwards of an hour darning | one pair of stockings ! What have you i El BE J > been about ? Dreaming away your time as usual, no doubt, and with all the children's Sunday clothes to look over and lay out for to-morrow, beside the Saturday 'chores.'" Hetty penitently resumed her work. But she was very glad when, toward sunset, it was all done, and she had leisure to run up to her own little room; and never in her life had she taken such pains with her appearance as now, while she arrayed, herself in what she considered her most becoming toilet, a soft dove-colored dress, with a knot of a rosecolored ribbon at her throat, and another nestling like a freshly-bloomed rose in the ripples of her brown hair. How anxiously she listened for the ex pec ted ring at the front door. How tumnltuously her heart beat when at length it came, and how heavily it sank when old Deacon Brown stalked in, to discuss some church matters with her father! Then she began to look at the clock ; and her heart grew fainter and fainter as she saw it traveling slowly round to eight o'clock* In Riverside they kept early hours, and when, at a quarter of nine, Deacon Brown took leave, Hetty also arose, and lighting her bedroom candle, went slowly and sadly upstairs. When, next morning, she came down, her mother remarked, as she busied herself about the breakfast table : "Hetty, Walter Hayes was here last night." " Oh, mother J" There was something almost pathetic in the look and tono; but Mrs. Lockwood was too busy with the steaming coffee-pot to perceive it. " He came in just as you had gone upstairs, '' she continued. " He asked for you, I ut it was so late, I thought it hardly worth calling yon down again. He had been seeing Miss Mitchell home to her aunt's?that Philadelphia girl, yon know, and I didn't know until he mentioned it, that she was a niece of his employer, Mr. Mitchell. He is certainly improved." "1 think," observed Mr. Lockwood, as he t >ok his place at table and cut into the col.I corned-beet. " I tmnK i nearu Harry Tunstall say yesterday that young Hayes was paying attention to Miss Mitchell. He said he had seen them together in Philadelphia. She's a handsome girl, and her father's got money. If Walter marries her he will do well ?dpn't bolt your food like that; cut it properly, sir, before eating." Hetty had turned suddenly sick at heart. She said nothing, but she could not swallow her breakfast, and her mother presently remarked upon her pale looks. "Don't yon feel well, child?" I noticed that you were fidgetty and nervous last night. You're feeverisli, I doubt, with the spring weather." Hetty was glad that her mother permitted her to go to her room and lie down. There was never a tire in h er room; but she drew the bed-clothes over her head, and wished that she could thus shut herself out from the whole world. She felt forlorn and miserable. All her sweet foolish dreams of love seemed to have been rudely stricken at a blow. Walter had ceased to care for her. He had not been proof against a year's absence. He had been won from her by that handsome, stylish girl from Philadelphia; and Hetty hid her face in her pillow, and almost wished she could* die. It was the darkest day she had ever known. She tried to read her Bible, but could not fix her thoughts on it, and. closed it in despair. She listened to the dismal beat of the slow-falling rain, and at times watched the swaying of the halfbudding tree branches in the chill wind. The eherrj-tree before her window had been yesterday whitening into blossom. Surely the cold would kill the tender buds, and there would be no fruit- How like her own hopes and happiness ! Her mother sent for her to come down to dinner. There was, she said, no use in staying upstairs in the cold, and the child would be better by the fire, with ^ T? J.1 ?11 some mce warm soup. j.u tucxc an mc afternoon Hetty sat, while her father and the boys went to chnrch?for it had ceased raining now?and her mother read Baxter's " Rise and Progress," and sang liymns to the baby. "Het," said Bill, "upon his return from chnrcli, " I saw your old beau, Mr. Walt. Hayes, at church with Miss Mitchell, and he shook hands with me and asked how the family was. She's a real swell, a regular roarer, I tell you, and if you don't shine up some, she'll cut you out." " William, don't let me hear any more such slang talk from you, I beg," said; his mother reprovingly. "And Hetty," said her little sister! Annie, as she carefully drew off and I folded her gloves, "I heard Kate Hayes ! tell Mis. Green that Walter and Miss Mitchell wire going back to-morrow to Philadelphia, and Mrs. Green said she supposed that was one reason of his coming to Riverside that he might travel home with her." Hetty lost ail heart and hope at this. She longed for sympathy?to lay her head on her mother's knee and tell her i all. But Mrs. Lock wood, though she ! really loved her children, was not one of ! those gentle and sympathetic mothers to I * 1 1 XI X J I wiion) uieir cimciren mus hitu; ?uu pwi Hetty went again to her lonely room, and wrapping herself in a shawl, seated herself at the window and looked listlessly out. A few people were passing. She hardly notic**! them, until she suddenly met a pair of brown eyes, and a hat was lifted ; and she drew back with burning cheeks and a beating heart, as Walter Hayes passed. How handsome he looked! and as her mother had observed, how im- I proved in appearance?with so much j manliness and dignity. Aud she?what I could he think of her, sitting there pale j and forlorn looking, with her hair all : disordered about her face ? He might come this evening, perhaps, and yet she hardly wished it now. It would only be painful to see him, and find him changed. Still, she dressed herself and went downstair \ though her head was throbbing and she felt really ill. And all the evening she waited and watched as she had done before ; and Walter never came, and she knew now that he did not care to see her. Ami so ended the long, dreary day. N< xt morningHetty arose feverish and ill. Hut she busied herself about the household work; and when her mother, observing only that she was dull and :aui AND PORT BEAUFORT, S. C? languid, remarked that she needed a walk, and desired her to carry a little jar of butter to old Mrs. Simpson, she made no objection. The day was pleasant, though cool, and wrapping herself in a warm shawl of her mother's, and tying a pink-lined hood about her face," Hetty set off alone on her walk. It was rather a long distance that she had to go?out of the village and across a field, and then by a lonely pathway lying along the foot of a hill. Mrs. Simmon ker>t her some time, talking: ?MT ?*1 * ?- / w / and it was late when the girl set out on her return. Slowly retracing the little pathway under the drooping beeches, Hatty paused at the stile which led into the open field. It was pleasant here. The sun shed a golden light over the beech boughs, and a breath of springtime woodland fragrance floated on the air. Somehow Hetty felt soothed, as she resting on the stile, and looking dreamily at the white clouds overhead. An approaching footstep startled her. Turning, she saw a man's figure coming along the pathway, and another glance showed her that it was Walter Hayes. Her heart gave a great throb and then seemed to stand still. He came straight toward her?his hand extended, his lips smiling, his eyes looking straight into her own. " Hetty!" She loaked at him, half in hope, half in doubt, and the color came and went on her face. "Hetty?I have wanted so much to see you." She could not mistake the sincerity of his tone, or the look of the brown eyes ; and she answered simply and naively : " I thought you had forgotten me." "Forgotten you-?" She could not have told how it happened; but somehow she found herself seated on the step of the stile with Walter beside; his arm around her, and her cheek close, ah! very close to his; whilst all the world around seemed transformed into a strange beauty and glory. Such miracles does a moment sometimes work in our lives. As they walked slowly homeward together, he told her how one thing and another had prevented his seeing her; among the rest, Bill, having confidentially informed him at church, in answer to hi8 inquiries, that she was too sick to come down stairs that day?a statement which he unfortunately credited, and when this morning he had called, and learned from her mother where she had gone, he had lost no time in following. "But, Walter," said Hetty, hesitatingly, " do you know I heard something about you and?Mi s Mitchell ?" He laughed. " Miss Mitchell is to be married shortly, Hetty, to our junior partner. She has been very kind to me, and so has her undo, my employer. Indeed, Hetty, I wauted to tell you of my good fortune and good prospects; and to ask you, darling, if, when "? n/1 Mio n-rif/lu wlnVIl l>a/1 llppn X1UU tuvu UiV TtWAViwr IUUVU MMV* vvvu for a whole year delayed, were spoken; and Hetty wondered, as she came in sight of her home, whether this could be the same world that it had been on that dark, dark day, yesterday. The Socratic Method. As every one knows, who knows anything of the tricks and manners of Socrates, that remarkable philosopher never conversed except by asking questions. Ii he wanted to express the opinion that Xantippe had put too much lard in the pie-crust, he would begin by propounding to her a series of seemingly irrelevant questions, with the view of ultimately leading her into an inadvertent admission of the evils of excessive lard. His famous conversation with Alcibiades, in the course of which he convinced the latter ef the non-existence of his dog, furnishes a fair example of what we have -come to call the Socratic method; and, as the dialogue has never been translated into English, a brief exii rrrill Allf nf nl QAO UlMJl llUiil It ? III 11UI UU UUV V/l |yiwvv here: S.?Tliey tell me, oh, Alcibiades,.that you have cut olf your dog's tail." A.?It is true, oh, Socrates; I did it with my battle-ax. S.?What is a dog? Is it an animal with four legs and a tail ? A.?Yon say truly. S.?Then your dog is not a dog, for he is an animal with four legs, yet with out a tail ? A.?I see that I must admit it. S.?But you will also admit that neither among Greeks, nor yet among barbarians, is there an animal which, having four legs, has no tail. A.?Again thou sayest what nobody denies of. 4 S.?How then can you claim that you have the very animal which does not exist ? A.?By Zeus, I make no such claim. S.?Then you see you have no dog. It was by * this method of cross-questioning that Socrates achieved a tremendous reputation. It is to be regretted that in his later years he did not adhere to his early custom of always having three or four persons about him whose business it was to admit everything. Uufortunately, he fell into the habit of asking everybody questions, in consequence of which his long-suffering fellow-citizens had to kill him.?New York Times. A Just Judge. A correspondent at Hot Springs, Ark., writes : This corporation has a model ; mayor?one who enforces the law against ; all offenders impartially, and who sees the Roman father and goes one better; J for, while the historic parent passed judgment upon his own offspring, Mayor T. F. Liude, of Hot Springs, invokes the penalty of the law upon himself. This morning, repairing to the executive office, where a number of evil-1 doers were awaiting trial, he calmly opened court in the usual form, and called the first case on his docket: " T. F. Liude, for violating ordinance No. 10," and propounded the query, "Guilty or not guilty?" responding promptly, in the character of the accused, "Guilty, your honor." " The prisoner is fined $T> and costs," said Mr. Linds, as judge, and entered the record upou his book. Having thus disposed of his own case, he passed on to those of other offenders agaiust the laws, to whom he meted justice in doses according to their deserts. FOR ROYAL C< THURSDAY, SEP' FARM, GARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. IlcrlpeH, Molasses Cookies.?One cupful butter, two cupful8 molasses, one teaspoonful cloves, one tablespoonful ginger, sufficient flour to make a stiff batter, not dough; mold with the hands into small cakes, and bake in a steady rather than hot oven, as they are apt to burn. A. JDliliAKlr'AJST UJtt Qurrun i/i3n run Children.?Boil one quart of milk and add, while boiling, half a cupful of oatmeal, and cook a few minutes. Have ready a vegetable dish half full of bread, cut in pieces half an inch square, and pour the milk over it, having previously seasoned it with salt. A free use of both oatmeal and beans. They are both very nutritious. Fried mush for breakfast and mush and milk for tea are very nice, and when desired molasses maj be used instead of milk for a change. To Boil Sweet Corn.?Choose fullgrown corn, and let the rows be even and medium size. Pierce the grain with your nail, and if the corn is fresh and tender the milk will escape in a jet and not be thick. Corn, like potatoes, is best steamed. If no steamer is at hand, place the corn in just enough water to cover it, and boil fifteen or twenty minutes, according to the aize of the kernel. If boiled too long it becomes hard. Send it to the table wrapped in a napkin or towel placed on a meat dish. Serve hot. To Make Sweet Pickles op Repe Cucumbers.?Select those that are about half yellow with ripeness, cut them open, remove the seeds ; cut them lengthwise in straps an inch or more wide, and soak for two days in salted water and alum ; then soak half a day in clear cold water. Bring strong vinegar, enough to cover the encumbers, just to boiling, and pour over them, and let them stand over night. Then remove and pack in large mouthed bottles ; dissolve one pound of sugar in one qnart strong vinegar; strew in the bottles spices to suit the taste, cover with the sweetened vinegar, cork, and let it stand all night; the next morning set the bottles in a kettle of cold water on the fire, bring to a boil, and make the corks tight. Keep in a cool place. Silver Cake. ? Three cups sifted flour, one and a half cups of sugar, one egg, one teacup of sweet milk, two tablespoonfuls of butter, three tablespoonfuls of yeast powder. Flavor with vanilla or lemon, to taste. Beat the butter and sugar to a cream, add to it the milk and egg, well beaten, then add the extract. Mix with tliis very slow three cups of flour in which the baking powder has been well mixed. Bake in a quick oven. Tomato Soup.?Boil two and one-half pounds of lamb m four quarts of water ; boil the lamb to shreds and the water down to two quarts ; strain it. Peel and cut up fine- two quarts fresh tomatoes ; mix them with the liquor; stir them very hard and boil them half an hour ; season with parsley, pepper and salt; strain them again; stir in one tablespoonful of butter before pouring in the tureen. The broth in wMch chickens were boiled is often preferred to the lamb. Chicken Salad.?Wash and dry two or three white heart lettuces, reserving the center leaves, cut tiiern tine, and lav them at the bottom of a diali; mince all the white meat from a broiled chicken without the skin, and place it on the lettuce. Rub the yolks of two hardboiled eggs to a smooth paste, with two dessert spoonfuls of melted butter. Add to it two spoonfuls of made mustard and one of pounded loaf sugar, and stir very gradually in a cupful of vinegar. Arrange as a border the center leaves of the lettuce, with some small, delicate cress between the chicken and the edge of the dish, and, when ready to serve, pour over the chicken salad dressing. Corn lor Seed. In selecting corn for seed, it is often the practice to merely choose large ears from the general crop. This is not the best method, for while the plant may be strong and vigorous, and bears large ears, the corn may have been fertilized by pollen from feeble or stunted plants near it, and the seed may retain and repeat these adverse qualities in spite of the vigor of the plant on which it grew. A better plan would be to plant some of the seed in a small plot by itself, at a little distance from the mam crop, and to give this patch plenty of room and high culture. When the tassels appear in the seed every plant should be examined, and feeble stalks should be pulled out or cut below the tassel before it has an opportunity to bloom. By this arrangement both the plants on which the ears grow and the pollen scattered from its own and neighboring tassels will partake of the strength of both its parents. Mow Spinach. The market gardeners as well as those who only wish to supply their own tables, should now make preparations for sowing spinach; any vacant land that is rich enough will answer, but as it needs thorough preparation and as the manure also needs to be thoroughly prepared, it will be well to begin now to get ready the manure and work it thoroughly tine;" a liberal admixture of night soil is excellent for this crop, promoting rank and rapid growth. Land from which peas or potatoes or some other early crop has been cleared, should be cleared up and plowed so as to be ready for the seed. For fall use and for storage to be used in winter, spinach seed should be put in about August 14th. For wintering over in the field it is sown from September 1st to 15th. A Terrible Shock. The courier from Helena bearing dispatches, reached Shaw the following day. As the dust-covered horseman approached the quarters, a lady, sitting in front of one of the cottages, with a young babe in her arms, accosted him : "Have you news from the command ?" "Yes, madam, 1 bring dispatches." " Tell me the news, quick." "A battle was fought on the ninth. Captain Logan and Lieut. Bradley are among the killed." The babe dropped from the nerveless arms and the young mother fell back in a swoon. It was Mrs. Bradley, the wife of the brave officer first to fall in the recent Indian battle of the Big Hole.?Helena {Montana) Herald. T T DMMERCIAL. TEMBEK 27, 1877. LONG-LIVED GREAT MEN. Old Men Who Are Prominent as Ruler*, Statesmen and Warrior*, and Foremqpt in Literal nrc, Science, Law and Relijtlon. The death of the ex-President of the French Republic at the advanced age of eighty years suggests the thought that the civilized nations of the earth are for the most part governed or guided.bv old men. On the twenty-second of March last the emperor of Germany completed his eightieth year. This mightiest of the rulers of the world has known adversity as great as his present prosperity is exalted. A boy of ten he fled with iiis motiier to escape tne victorious armies of Napoleon the Great. Forty years later he had to fly a second time from Berlin, and sought refuge in London from the resentment of his countrymen. Marshal MacMahou, Duke of Magenta, and president of the French republic, is nearly sixty-nine. His life has been one of steady progress, but he stands to-day for the first time in his career in an uncertain position. Alexander II., emperor and autocrat of all the Russias, has not yet lived three score of years, but his life has been a most eventful one. In 1861 he performed one of if not the greatest act in history, namely, the emancipation of 23,000,000 human beings from the bondage of serfdom. The Russian prime minister, Prince Gortscliakoff, is now in his seventy-niflth year. Prince Bismarck, who was born on All Fools' Day, is over sixty-two. The Earl of Beaconsfleld (Disraeli) is in his seventy-second year; the ex-British premier, itir. Gladstone, is sixty-eight, while Count Andrassy, the Hungarian statesman and leader of public opinion in Austria, is no older than fifty-four years. Admiral Constantine Canaris at eighty-seven is president of the Cabinet and the hope of Greece. It is fifty-five years ago since he avenged the devastation of Scio by fastening a fire-ship to the Turkish flag-ship and blowing her up with many hundreds of mpn who were eel eh ratine the Ramadan. Victor Hngo is just midway between the three-score and ten and the four-score years of the Psalmist. Earl Russel, the great Whig leader, is eighty-five; M. Grevy, who has been chosen as Gambetta's lieutenant, is sixty-four; Jules Simon is sixty-three, and Lord Stratford de Redcliffe, better known as Sir Stratford Canning, is no less than eighty-nine. Of venerable politicians and statesmen in our own country it would be easy to multiply names. Simon Cameron, the Republican leader in Pennsylvania, is seventy-eight; Caleb Cashing, of Massachusetts, is seventy-seven; Alexander H. Stephens, a representative Southern Democrat, is sixty-five; Gen. John A. Dix, of this city, has now turned seventynine. E. B. Washburne, of Illinois, is six^y-one. and Horatio Seymour is sixtyseven. Secretary of State Evarts, who is both lawyer and statesman, is in his sixty-first year. Turning from those who govern to those who educate, we una numerous old men who exercise a wide influence throughout the world. Thomas Carlyle, the English essayist and historian, is eighty-two; Alfred Tennyson, the poet, is sixty-seven ; Prof. Charles Robert Darwin is sixty-eight; and these are the great lights in English literature and science. Of Americans, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow has just turned seventy-one; John G. Whittier is seventy; Ralph Waldo Emerson is seventyfour; George Bancroft is seventy-seven ; William Cullen Bryant, the poet and journalist, is nearly eighty-three; William Lloyd Garrison is seventy-three; Theodore D wight Woolsey is seventysix, and Peter Cooper is eighty-six. Legal jurisprudence at home and abroad is represented by Charles O'Connor, of this State, who is seventy-three; by Isaac Adolph CremieHX, a French lawyer and legislator, who is seventy-nine; by William Ballantine, an English sergeant at law, who is sixty-three, and by FirininAgosta Caballero, a Spanish lawyer, journalist and statesman, who is seventyseven. Chief-Justice Waite is sixty-one; the Lord Chief-Justice of England is seventy-five, and the Lord Chief-Baron is over eighty. Of ecclesiastics high in anthority or position, Pius IX. is eighty-five; the Primate of all England is sixty-seven; Bishop Amies is seventv-one, and Dr. Dollinger, the German theologian and historian, is seventy-eight. Among leaders in religious thought are Bishop Dupanloup, of France, who is seventy-six; Dean Stanley, of Westminster Abbey, who is sixty-one; Dr. Newman, who is sixty-seven; Cardinal McCloskey, who is seventy-seven ; Dr. Thomas Worcester, who is over seventyfive; Henry Ward Beecher, who is over sixty-four; Dr. Chapin, who is sixtythree; Dr. McCosh, who is fiftv-six, aud Rev. Stephen H. Tyn^ Sr., who is seventy-seven. In the science of war the j chiefs are Count Von Moltke, who was born in 1800: Gen. W. T. Sherman, who ! was bcjn in 1820, and Gen. Garibaldi, ! the most popular man in Italy, who is now approaching his seventy-lirst year. Thus the peoples of the world seem to be governed and educated by old men, though the average length of human life has been so considerably extended that nowadays we scarcely call men old at | sixty. And as old is a relative term, it ' might be more crrrect to say that power I1 is to be found in the hands of older men l than of yore.?New York Times. A Wasp's Sting. A most singular and at the same time serious accident has occurred to a boy named Llewellyn Griffiths, aged nine years, residing with his parents in Rosoi mon street, Clerkenwell, London. It appears that the mother of the boy gave him his breakfast, which consisted of milk and slices of jam and bread. While eating the latter he gave a loud scre;im, and began to mn about the room, evidently in great pain. He then ejected the bread from his mouth, and it was found to contain the body of a wasp. Dr. Franklin, of St. John street, was sent for, but before his arrival the tongue had swollen to such an extent as to protrude from the mouth, at the same time so impeding the breathing us almost to produce suffocation. Dr. Franklin at once injected a solution of ammonia in the puncture caused by the stiug, which gradually eased the pain and reduced the swelling; the power of deglutition, however, was nearly suspended. RIBI $2.00 per i AN OLD WAITER'S STORIES. FamouM New Yorkers whom He ServedTheir Habits as to Dining. An old New York waiter, who hod been employed in leading restair.ants a great many years, was interviewed by a Sun reporter, to whose interrogatories he replied as follows: "Did yon ever see old John Jacob Astor ?" "Only once, sir. He was a feeble man when I saw him, but his son, William, used to lunch regular with Clarke & Brown. You see, sir, we had little boxes in those days. They all opened in front on the passage, sir, but they was partitioned off so that nobody could see hi^ neighbor. And most of the waiters yelled, sir. I suppose I've heard 'em say ' Plum-both' more than 500 times a day in tones so loud, sir, as would scare a hawk. The great dishes was steak and onions, plum pudding, with wine and sugar sauces, strawberry shortcake, and devilled kidneys. It's asfcrmifihinc how them things go by fashions." "Will fashion soon drive the trade up-town ?" " Not very soon, sir. Whv, it wasn't many years ago when Mr. Hallock, of the Journal of Commerce, Gen. Webb, of the Courier, and Mr. Beach, of the Sun, used to take a bite with us. How different them men was, sir." "Yes, how?" "Well, Mr. Hallock looked like a minister. He always wore black, and was never fashionable, sir. He was very gentle, sir, and I always thought he must have been well brought up, sir. But Gen. Webb was a stunner. He had a great deal of hair and a large stomach, and you'd think he was a real general to hear him talk, sir. It was a rare sight to see him lift his hat, sir. Gloves always. And he was verv neat, and at times generous. I remember he gave me a dollar one time, and he seemed particularly grand and splendid, especially when his high stock was new and stiff. He was very pompous like, but he never abused the waiters, sir." " How about Mr. Beach?" " I don't know, sir. Mr. Beach was a man, sir, if I may so speak, who alwavs seemed out of place, sir.* I am told he was a very clever man, sir, but we didn't take to him, sir. He was a great hand for pork and beans and apple dumpling with both sauces, sir; not that I could find it in my heart to blame i any man for liking them dumplings, { sir, for they certainly were splendid" " Were you ever in Delmonico's ?" i " Not in his new place, but I was in j his Chambers street place a long time, sir. Mr. Siro is very particular, sir, so < is Mr. Charles. The old man I never i saw but once. A man's always sure of i his wages at Delmonico's, and it's the , best place for fees in the country. The ; little gent who traveled with the Prince of Wales and paid his bills gave $5 after a lunch. The biggest I ever got was one day after Tweed, Connolly, Hall, ' and two lawyers had been in No. 8 for five hours. I stayed three hours after ' my time was up to tend to 'em. As they came out Mr. Hall he slipped something in my hand. When I went in the 1 room I slung my napkin under my arm and looked at it. It was three five-dollar 1 bills, s r. I ran down stairs quick, sir. I They were standing in the doorwav with ? Mr. Siro, who was smoking, as always, a cigarette. ' Can I speak to yon, sir ?' . says I to Mr. Hall. ' Certaiuly, Wil- , liam,' says he, as polite as a basket. ( ' What's up ?' Then I told him I feared ( he had made a mistake, and handed him the three fives. He took them, never said a word, opened his wallet, took out J a bill, rolled it over the three fives, handed 'em to me, put ins nnger on nis nose, and walked away to the door. He ( had rolled a tenner over the fives, so I had 825 for my pains, sir." " Well, that was generons." 1 " Yes, sir, and I often think of it, sir. ] He was a thoughtful person, sir, Mr. 1 Hall was, and I never like to hear him 1 run down, sir. One of our regulars was ] Mr. Stewart's chief partner, Mr. Libbey, and a nice^man, too. He always came i in at a certain time, had a certain seat, ] ordered his lunch quietly, accepted it as < it was, made no fuss, paid his check with ] fpn eents to the waiter, said * Good day,' i and went out. "But Judge Barnard was the man. 1 One day he came in and walked to a table where another judge, an editor and an actor were sitting. As he sat down he j ordered champa^e cocktails for the ( crowd. Then he ordered a chop for himself. Bottle after bottle came, pop- J ped and went. 'Now,' said he, 'the , fellow who has the. most cash in his , pocket shall pay for the dinners.' The j other judge showed up $15, the editor , $22 and some change, but the actor ( brought out $150 in cash and a check for $500 signed by John J. Cisco & Co. , 'I pay,' says Judge Barnard, as he , showed $75 in money and a city warrant for $1,250. The actor said 'No,' be- 1 cause a warrant wasn't cash. Finally Mr. Siro was appealed to, and he said : ' Well, if Mr. asks me to accept to that $500 check I shall do it, conse- ] quently it is cash ; and if Jndge Barnard J asks me to cash his $1,250 warrant I 1 shall do it, consequently he has the most ' cash, and he must pay the bill.' Of course, it made a great laugh in the room, and after another bottle they separated." < "Did you ever wait on young Mr. i Bennett?'" i "Yes, often, sir. He had a way in i cold weather of now and then coming to : the place. He'd walk in quick, pull a i plmir before the fire, and read the i papers. First he'd warm one side, sir, and then the other. Then he'd say: < 'Eugene, breakfast.' Eugene was the head waiter, sir, nice man and very rich, sir. Then Eugene would order and I generally served it, sir. He never paid for anytliing, it was always charged, sir. That's the way Mr. Hall and many others did, sir. It saved the bother of handling money, but it was hard on us, sir, for there was rarely any change for the waiter, sir. One of the odd people was a priest. He used to come in at eleven and stay till two. He always took the best seat by the fireplace and read the papers. He always had tea and bread and butter. Sometimes he had a bit of sleak, sir. At first he was a curiosity, then a nuisance, but finally a fixture, and we should have been lonely without hinp " JNE hide Single Copy 5 Cents. Golden Thoughts. It is only those that have done nothing who fancy they can do everything. The worst kind of men are those who do not care when men see them doing wrong. A man who has so long to fight against misfortune, wants strength to meet a sudden kindness. The world is but one great family. What, then, is this narrow selfishness in us, but relationship remembered, against relationship forgot? "Lecture on 'Fools'?Admit one," was the inscription on a card of admission to a disooures by a Western clergyman the other evening. The formation and steady pursuit of some particular plan of life has justly been considered as one of the most permanent sources of happiness. There was never, in any age of the world, either philosopher or sect, or law or discipline, which did so highly exalt the public good as the Christum faith. The " golden everlasting chain" described by Homer as reaching from heaven to earth, and embracing the whole moral world, was no fable. The chain is love. He seldom lives frugally who lives by chance. Hope is always liberal, and they that trust to her promises make little scruple of revelling to-day on the profits of to-morrow. Human life defined bv a line is as uncomfortable as would be a human figure defined by a wire. One prefers a little mist about it, where hope may put out a wondering hand. . We strive as hard to hide our hearts from ourselves as from otuers, ana always with more success; for in deciding upon our own case we are both judge, jury and executioner; and when sophistry cannot overcome the first, or flatter the second, self-love is always ready to defeat the sentence by bribing the third. Women often fancy themselves to be in love when they are not. The love of being loved, fondness of flattery, the pleasure of giving pain to a rival, and a passion for novelty and excitement?are frequently mistaken for something far better and holier, till marriage disenchants the fair self-deceiver, and leaves her astonished at her own indifference and the evaporation of her romantic talents. Act towards others as you would they should act towards yourself. It is the same in life as in the midst of the waves; for every navigator there is the same sea, the same tempests, the same dangers to beware of. As long as you are borne on a tranquil surface, help those who have suffered shipwreck. Who can eay that you will not be overtaken by a storm?you are not yet in port; the same conduct that you have shown to the unfortunate will be shown to you by your fellow-voyagers. Items of interest When is a man's face like the Atlantio ocean ? When it's miles across. The four boxes that rule the world : The ballot box, the jury box, the cartridge box and the bandbox. This vear's peach crop aggregates in value the 8urn of $3,420,000, of which the Maryland and Delaware growers net 31,900,000. In England the noblest peers in the realm feel. a pride in their connection with agricultural pursuits. The Prince af Wales is a freqnent exhibitor at aounty fairs. The mnn who made a shoe for the foot of a mountain is now engaged on a hat for the head of a discourse, after which he will manufacture a plume for General Intelligence. Rev. D. N. Bentley, of Norwich, Ct., who is ninety-two years old, has preached seventy-five years, having married five hundred couples and officiated at three thousand funerals, but has never received any remuneration for preaching or burying the dead. Queen Victoria finds India shaws most / attractive, and has a collection worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, insludinff shawls the art of making which bos long been lost?besides all the finest and most delicate marvels of the India looms of the present day, including webs of golden thread and embroidered with diamonds and pearls. One lmndred pounds of butter conlain ten pounds of water; the same quantity of bacon contains twenty-two pounds of water; similar quantities of cheese contain thirty pounds; of eggs, seventy-two pounds; of lean of meat, seventy-three pounds; of fowl, seventythree pounds ; of fish, seventy-four pounds, and of milk, eighty-six pounds of water. Two men were riding in the cars on the Daubury railway the other morning, when one asked the other if he bad a pleasant place of residence. "Yes," " ' 1' liara uorpn nifi> was me repiy, ?c ~ rooms over a store." "Over a store! T should think that would be a quiet place." 44 Oh 1 it is quiet enough. The folks don't advertise." 44 Ah ! I see," jaid his friend, in a tone of relief.i?' Daribury New*. How to be Welcome. What a .ceremonious affair we make of receivings *opmpany ! Too many of us lose all sense of being at home the moment a stranger crosses our threshold, and he instantly feels himself to be a mere visitor?nothing more?and acts accordingly. The man who knows how to 44drop in" of an evening, draw up his chair to the hearth, as if it were his own, and fall into the usual evening routine of the household as if he were a member of it?how welcome he always is ! The man who comes to stay under Sour roof for a season, and who, without eing intrusive or familiar, makes you feel that he is 44at home" with you, and is content in his usual fashion of occupation?how delightful a guest he is! And the house?ah, how few of them!?into which one can go for a day or a week aud feel sure that the family routine is in no wise altered, the family comfort is no wise lessened, but on the contrary, increased by one's presence ? what joy it is to cross their thresholds! What harbors of refuge they are to the weary wanderers! What sweet reminiscences they bring to the lonely and homeless!